#hhhhaaa

[godlike-eyes]

[shepbal]

the most obscure crossover concept in the world

[beheeyem-moved]

Dabs sexily

[morsobaby]

Clutches my chest. A very special transfem person. When trans girls. Me when. Me when trans girls. Specific one. When my special. Trans girl. Beloved

[ssparkd]

Muse as a Deity: Carol/Silverspark

rules : think carefully about your character and their development through their journey (canon or oc ) within their story .  fill out the chart and tag whoever you want !    repost , do not reblog .

tagged by : stolen from @ostiumprofessionis​

deity of :   wisdom, nature, protection

associated with : fireflies, clear and star-filled nights, the first warm spring day, a successful hunt

sacred plants : harebell, orchids, wild sunflowers

sacred stones / gems :  moonstone, rose quartz

sacred animals :  wolves, mountain lions, deer

colors :  silver, gold, purple

food :   wild berries, fish, fresh baked bread

scents : earth, lilac, rain

accepted offerings / ways to honor : a small portion of prey from a hunt, freshly baked bread, gardening/planting flowers, taking care of wild plant life, caring for wildlife and nature in general, offering the occasional jewel or piece of jewelry.

ways to anger : petty fights, calling for her protection unnecessarily, unneeded harm to nature, taking from her domain without any offering (i.e. taking the entirety of your kill after a hunt and not leaving anything for her).

[abdominalpains]

not to be obnoxious and so annoying but I just figured out that my GPA is 4.0 ??????????

[sawadoot-moved]

Utter Blasphemy

In honor of G’s birthday today and @hanameme25 ‘s brilliance. 

Please note that this contains a sex joke if you do not want to cry, d o  n o t

Today was the day G swore every ounce of respect and self control he had would dissipate leaving him to singly handedly murder whomever he chose. And today that person would be,

Daemon Spade.

He was going to strangle him with his bare hands or better yet use him as target practice for his arrows. Might as well, there was nothing else useful to do with him at this point. The cheeky bastard.

Today had been actually quite the good morning, he’d woken up refreshed for once. Lampo hadn’t driven him off the wall with his complaints of having to move out of where he was, for whatever reason G does not care about, laying sprawled out in the hall. Reading whatever it is that Lampo reads.

Giotto’s office was flooded with paperwork and important documents as usual and for once he did not mind taking a share of the ones that didn’t require personal review.

All in all a decent day. Until Daemon.

“Nufu, good morning. G-spot.”

And G froze, the thick books he was carrying hit the floor with a loud clatter. His neck and ears turning bright red as the blush crept up his neck. Raging hot and his temper clicked on.

“Excuse me?! What the fuck did you just call me?”

He has to restrain himself from punching the grinning ass straight in the face because he will.

“Oya? Could it possibly be you don’t like your new nickname, G-spot?”

G’s face reddens further as he hastily snatches a book to smash his fucking head in with. Unfortunately when he looks up next the coward has escaped. And most likely in a snickering fit no less.

He considers chasing him down and doing what he’d intended but he is far more mature than that and Giotto has summoned him for a moment.

“G-spot.” Whispers Daemon all throughout the hall in his own various illusions. By the time G has reached the boss’ office his face is impossibly red. So red in fact his head might explode. But he gives himself a few minutes to calm his complexion before knocking and entering.

Giotto sits at his finely polished desk, looking as dignified and terribly intimidating as ever. He gives G a small smile at the fact that his face is still slightly blotched.

“Is it warm out today?”

G tries his best not to look horrified as he shakes his head. “Not an important matter.”

Giotto nods, seeing how his right hand is attempting to evade any conversation on the subject of his reddened face. “I suppose. I called you here so we might organize some of these formal requests.”

For the next chunk of the afternoon they spend the time arranging the requests and deciding the necessary ones. G relieved just to be away from the sick illusionist.

As they are packing up, G gathering his books he’d set aside and Giotto arranging the last bit of organized documents, the storm excuses himself formally.

“Thank you for all your hard work, G-spot.”

G freezes in that instant. Horrified, letting it take over his entire features as he whips around to face the direction of his boss. Said boss stands beside his desk. Their eyes meet.

Giotto is grinning like a child who has just pulled the most wonderful prank of all.

And G…..G’s face grew ten times redder that day as he burst out of the office declaring he was going to torture the illusionist and then murder him.

[tsunadadudi]

[while eating my feelings] yeah I'm emotionally stable