#idiot rambles

[an-idiot-that-cannot-human]

spot the difference challenge: impossible

[tilbageidanmark]

(See all the other memes I’ve made..)

[anidiotwithfanfiction]

Okay Brendon Small actually might be my favorite creator ever actually. He reposts like everything he's tagged in on instagram, and today it is in fact Magnus x Charles. Sir. Sir what in the crack ship. He practically made Pickles/Nathan canon and gave soooo much skwistok content in the movie. Just for funsies. This is a man of culture. A man of yaoi. I love him so much it isnt even funny.

[heyheymentallyinsane]

This is a weird question, but I ask weird questions!! As a proshipper and I assume dark/comshipper, have you ever had fantasies about real people like your friends? Or are you anti-contact? If yes, do you mind sharing the fantasy ( •͈૦•͈ )? I’m just curious about pro/dark/comshipping because I’m wondering if I should do it..I’m just matching up my experiences with others!! If it’s too weird, I’m really sorry!! You don’t have to answer (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

hey! your totally fine! idrc if you have weird questions ill still answer them :3. sooo....yes i HAVE in fact had fantasies about my friends. like i had one where me and my friend were dating (i may have a teeny tiny crush on him)and we lowkey....did some stuff. but honestly its TOTALLY up to you if you want to do that or not! thx for the ask thoooo.

[crazedidiothere]

Problem

Vivian made me lesbian(?) again

Solution

More Vivian art once I get home again

[idi0ticnerd]

Guys i promise im working on a part 2 to this artblock is just a bitch and school is honestly just exhausting and draining😭

[platinumverminmantis-idiot17]

Welp, y'all guess I'm probably gonna be losing my acc if it's not that I'm getting scammed 🫩✌️

[self-righteous-idiot]

"Where Angels Fear to Tread"

            Scott really should have expected it. Jimmy was never one to keep quiet, so when he started trying to obfuscate to Lizzie, she figured out instantly that something was going on. Then again, very few people have ever successfully lied to the Queen in Exile. Scott knew he was one of those few. Even still, he isn’t sure if he was successful in the lie, or if she had decided she didn’t need the truth yet.

            Shubble was upstairs when Lizzie finally lost patience and appeared in their kitchen. “So, Scott, going to tell me what it is Jimmy won’t? You two haven’t broken up, right?”

            Scott laughs and ignores Jimmy’s sputter complaints behind him. “No, no we’re doing fine. We have a guest who isn’t ready to meet anyone yet.”   

         “Are they staying here for a while?" 

          Scott pauses for a moment, trying to decide how much to tell Lizzie. “I think so. They don’t really have another place to go.”

            “I think we all know what that’s like.” Lizzie says. “What’s the real problem?”

            “What?”

            “Problem? There’s no problem, they’re just shy!” Jimmy says.

            Lizzie narrows her eyes. “Mmmm, no, there’s more to it than that. If they were simply shy, you’d have led with that, and warned the whole server ‘Don’t swing by our empires for a bit, there’s a new person who’s a bit shy and acclimatizing.’ You aren’t being blackmailed, are you?”

            There are times Lizzie’s paranoia is extremely useful. This is not one of those times. “No one is being blackmailed here, Lizzie.” Scott soothes.

            “What is blackmail?” Shubble asks.

            Jimmy imitates the fish he is so fond of. Scott buries his face in his hands and so misses any looks which might pass over Lizzie’s face.

            “You let an angel on the server?” The Queen in Exile exclaims, icy fury in her tone.

            “Say it a bit louder, I don’t think Sausage heard you.” Scott snaps.

            “Not just any angel, either. You let Dubbiel on our server?” The Queen lowers her volume slightly.

            “I mean, at least it’s not Sarandiel,” says Jimmy.

            “I think she would find Sarandiel preferable.” Shubble says softly.

            The Queen throws her hands in the air. “Yes, I would find Sarandiel preferable. Because I could kill him without killing myself, probably. But you,” she narrows her eyes at Shubble, “are on thin ice. Speak fast.”

            Scott opens his mouth to say something, but Shubble shakes her head at him, and crosses her arms, facing The Queen. “My name is Shubble. I don’t know who I am yet, but I am not a Beacon. Command decided we Beacons were too dangerous, or something, I can’t begin to understand her thought process.” She pauses. “I’m not sure I want to.”

            “My husband?” The Queen says, her tone softening only a little.

            “The Gloamingking and the Lost Knight? I couldn’t tell you where they are, I don’t know. If it comforts you at all, Command doesn’t know either, and she’s been looking.”

            Scott watches The Queen relax, her cheerful masks reappearing. It’s Lizzie who smiles brightly at them now. “Well. Since Scott doesn’t want to admit he let an angel on the server, I suppose I ought to help you think up a backstory. Won’t balance our books, but it will help.”

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So, uh surprise! Lizzie has arrived! Scott as narrator was a surprise to me too, because he's holding some cards pretty close to his chest. But if you haven't guessed, everyone in that room has a secret or three.

As always, this is based off of @greenekangaroo's wonderful Cursed Beacon AU. If you haven't read that yet, why are you here? Many thanks to them for bearing with my rambling and lore questions every five minutes while writing this.

If you have any comments, questions, or even five lines of a keysmash, for some reason, my inbox is open!