#zilleniose

[diddly-darn-ghost]

@zilleniose-chu wowie your danny is drawn so soft, so warm, so gentle. i dont know how to feel about this. should i feel alleviated from the sight of such a beautiful creature??? or should i detect the false sense of security and gain suspicion and uneasiness??? or should i wallow hell of my own garbage style?? all

[ghostfiish]

zilleniose replied to your post: i hate bars someone get me out of here...

im so sorry bby i hate them too D:

:(((((((((( *reaches out for hug*

[thefandomcassandra]

zilleniose replied to your post “2 PIECES OF TAU ALBUM INFORMATION THAT ARE HIGHLY IMPORTANT !!!PLEASE...”

u still need me to do the main cover? i think i can swing that this weekend :o

I would greatly appreciate that thank you!

[kowloonrising-blog]

visceralluster replied to your post “I remember back when I was doing adoptables I was having fun with it....”

Charge even more, because apparel is complex and you deserve a lot for dealing with complicated additions. People on the internet heavily devalue art and we as artists need to combat this however we can. (Btw I would love to see those adoptables.)

yeah apparel was deceptively complex, I gave estimates before I drew it and often times I underestimated how much time I spent on it, but I felt bad for giving a bad estimate in the first place so I’d just stick with the lower price anyway. I wouldn’t do that again lol

I have some of them in the art tag for this blog! Page 2 and Page 3 :>

zilleniose replied to your post I remember back when I was doing adoptables I was...

in my experience, people only say that because they hope you’ll go “oh noooo i’m sooo sorryyy!! here is a cheaper price for you!!!”. :\ don’t undervalue your work or time!

Yeah, most people were very polite and understanding, but having just one person do that (and after I’d finished the art for them) really put a big damper on my day ;___;

[kowloonrising-blog]

zilleniose replied to your post: lmao

I’M SO SORRY BBY YOU CAN DO IT!! ;0;

MORE LIKE..... I FEEL I NEED TO APOLOGIZE TO SUBURBANSAMURAI HAHAHA

But thank you ;u;

[genolover]

Oasis (until i can think of a better title)

So about 2 years ago, I was looking at Zilleniose tumblr and saw one of her plot bunny posts and really liked it. I asked if I could write something for it and she said it was cool. Now, I can’t write. At all so I had about 18 false starts and would stop and wait a while and come back to it and hate it and restart. If you ask me it’s still pretty bad but I really wanted to finish it, even though it probably doesn’t matter to anyone anymore and Zoey might not care. Does she even come on tumblr anymore? I don’t know. No one’s probably going to read it anyways and the last and only story I’ve posted online was in 8th grade and someone asked me if I wanted help learning English even though English is my only lanuage and that might be why I’ve never tried again. Still I finished it and I’m kinda proud of it so here it is. Please please please don’t hate me.

Edit: I can’t believe I forgot this since it explains everything and it’s why I wrote this in the first place. The plotbunny! Also considering how much I almost cried when posting this on here, it will probably never be expanded upon by me! Yay! Oh and the link for ao3

Silently, a child stared out of the window of his temporary home, or as he would like to call it, his prison. Locked up all alone for a crime that was neither his fault, nor a crime in itself. Just an unknown fear no one, not even he understood. A pull at his chest sent a chill up his spine. His guest had arrived, the monster who practically sentenced him, the Cancer.

The powerful being watched him for a while. The boy could feel it's glare burning through him but ignored it to the best of his ability. Some part of him felt it was not a good idea to ignore a creature that was quite literally one of his gods but that feeling was stomped down as the child watched his friends roam freely outside.

"John," oh, so the almighty being had decided now was the time to talk. Oh joy. Can you feel that happiness, all of that overwhelming bliss radiating from him? John wished he could. The Cancer growled behind him. "Are you serious right now? If you are, that is really depressing John. It hasn't even been a full three days and I already feel like I'm drowning in your pathetic worthlessness. Could you at least have some consideration for the fact we are now bonded and I can feel everything you do and can hear what you're thinking? In which, how dare you think of me as a monster, you haven't even spoken to me."

John sighed heavily, tuning out whatever else the Cancer had to say. He had heard from legends that the Cancer was verbose but this was already ridiculous. John held back the urge to slam his head into the window sill and went back to watching his friends, all of which had come as close to the church as the priests would currently allow and were presently having an argument. John was so focused on them that he didn't even notice that the Cancer had stopped his rant and moved to stand beside him.

Jade, a girl who could almost be his twin, paced erratically followed closely by her Oasis, Bec. Knowing her, she was probably freaking out about something weird, like if the church didn't have John's' favorite popcorn seasoning or if they didn't have enough computers. Dave and Rose, another two who could've been siblings but weren't, seemed to be handling their emotions better but even from this distance John could tell how Dave's hair was disheveled from fingers running through it and how frantically Rose was knitting, both of their Oases hidden from sight. John sighed for what seemed to be the millionth time and leaned heavily against the window sill, letting a small smile grace his features at the antics of his friends. It soon fell again though as the urge to run to them and squeeze all of them in the best and greatest hug in history overtook him. All he wanted to do was tell them that everything was okay, that he was okay. As far as he knew, the last thing they heard about him was something was wrong with the Zart and now they weren't even allowed near the church. John hated being trapped here so much.

"You're not the only one stuck here."

The sudden closeness of the voice tore John's attention from his musings to the deity beside him. He blinked up at the Cancer. "Wha?" How eloquent John, good job. The Cancer didn't seem to notice though, never turning away from the window.

"I said you're not the only one stuck in here. I'm here too and I'm going to be with you for a very long time so we might as well take this time to try to be civil with each other." The Cancer paused and looked down at the human next to him. No, wait. John wasn't just 'the human' anymore, was he? Now he was, is, his human. For some strange reason he wasn't going to look into now, or hopefully ever, he found himself not minding that concept so much. "So? What do you think?"

John gawked at the god for a bit longer before actually studying his features. Now that John thought about it, he had never actually looked at the Cancer even though he had seen him when the god had basically saved him. The Zart had spread almost completely at that point, his vision bleary. He could clearly remember those bright red eyes, but past that, it was all a blur. Now he could fully take in the Cancer’s impressive height and dark gray skin. Out of his inky black hair sprouted two orange and yellow horns that were admitted nubby and adorable. If the glare that crossed other’s face right then was any indication, he probably shouldn’t think that anymore (he was going to as often as possible now). He studied the Cancer for a moment longer before making his decision, the deity had technically saved his life after all. He started toward the bed. “Fine, but you have to answer some of my questions.” He sat down and stared at the Cancer expectantly.

The Cancer glared back at John. “Sounds acceptable but you need to stop referring to me as ‘The Cancer’. Did it ever occur to you that I might have an actual name and ‘Cancer’ is just a title? A title that you humans cooked up I might add. Who told you people you could do that by the way? Oh, right, no one. No one did you pretentious assholes. I understand that the earlier humans were attached to their strange zodiac and were looking for something to call us but a fair amount of time has passed, why are you still using those names? At this point it’s just insulting. My name is Karkat and I would be more than appreciative if you would call me as such. Just,” Karkat took a moment to collect his thoughts, “what do you want to know?”

John looked up at Karkat sheepishly. “I wasn’t sure you would actually agree.. Karkat. I guess we could start with, “he took a moment to think, “Why me? Like, why did you help me? Doesn’t that kinda trap you here?”

It was Karkat’s turn to sigh. “In a way, yes, it does. I can’t travel between the plains anymore or go back to my home inside of Aard but…. I helped you because I don’t hate you. I don’t hate humans.” It was Karkat’s turn to look sheepish while John looked on in confusion. John had to admit though, with the god avoiding eye contact, shoulders hunched over, and his wings tucked against his back he seemed somewhat less intimidating. It was making adjusting seem a whole lot easier.

“Wait, what does that mean?”

Karkat practically growled, “It means that it’s been so long since you humans came that there’s no point in hating you, no point in watching you die. You could say I’ve forgiven you pathetic creatures and I just happened to see a child who had no idea he was doomed to die. The disease you got from your mother made your soul look inhospitable. As inhospitable as your species’ dead planet. It’s not, I know, I’m currently attached to it, as repulsive as that sounds, but Oases are selfish for the most part. They would’ve never risked it to save your life if it didn’t benefit them. So I helped you. Why not help you, I obviously enjoy torturing myself. What other kind of perfectly sane being makes a contract with an unquestionably inferior entity with the intention of saving it’s painfully minescule life but a masochist. Why me of course! Only I would risk being outcasted by all of my peers by pitying something so deplorable. You’re welcome by the way, you ingrateful pisspot.” By the end of his rant, the familiar scowl was back on Karkat’s face, his breathing slightly heavy.

John couldn’t help himself, he laughed. “Oh my gods, Karkat! Are you going to be like this all the time? I really hope so.” He laughed so hard, he fell back and nearly smashed his head into the wall.

Karkat growled at John again. “Yes, please laugh at my kindness. It’s not like I saved your measly existence or anything. I just did all of this because I was bored and wanted someone to howl in mirth at my piteous display of benevolence. Why I could even-”

“Karkat!” The god shot a withering glower toward the boy who dared to interrupt him, ready to deliver a verbal lashing of cosmic proportions, then paused at his human’s serene expression. “Thank you. I really am grateful you saved me.”

The holy being could only stand in stunned silence for a breath, unable to conjure a fitting reply past ‘you’re welcome’. The pair stayed in comfortable silence until John hopped with renewed energy for further questioning, “So if you don’t hate us, does that mean you don’t to feed off our sadness anymore or what?”

Karkat groaned and took a seat, preparing for a very long night. The pair continued to converse, oblivious to the priests monitoring them in their momentary jail cell.

[uovoc]

where exactly do i need to apply to bear your children

YOUR HAPPY MAKE ME HAPPY

[seiya234]

prompt: the [x number] of times Henry silently freaked out over noticing Dipper casually doing hella creepy shit (picking human bone out of his fangs, absentmindedly cleaning blood from under his nails, etc) and the one time Henry not-so-silently freaked out

Three Times Henry Saw Dipper DoingSomething Freaky and Managed to Be Okay With it Barely and the One Time HeFreaked the Fuck Out

One

He had been living at the Shack for agrand total of two days, when he managed to catch Dipper in a period ofcorporeality. Mabel’s brother was sitting on the couch, eating pork rinds thathe was dipping in a cup of chocolate syrup mixed with pickle juice and watchingBaby Fights. 

Dipper saw Henry come in and scooted hiswing out of the way so Henry could sit down. He said nothing, but went back toeating. A pork rind came almost close to his mouth, when Dipper noticedsomething on his hands and frowned.

Henry, who was trying to sneak thecontrol away from Dipper, noticed him frowning as he put the pork rind back inthe bag.

“What’s up Dipper?”

Dipper sighed heavily, and began to pickat his fingernails.

“Nothing much. I just didn’t get all the blood out from under them. I mean Ilicked my hands clean so I thought I got it all-“

Henry’s mind had gone carefully blank,unable to comprehend entirely what he had heard.

He saw Dipper’s hand go to his mouthagain and-

“WAIT!”

Dipper looked at him and Henry smiled weaklyat him.

“Let me get you a pair of nail clippers.”

Two

There were pitchblack clouds hanging over the Shack and only the Shack as Henry pulled in afterwork. 

He sighed as heturned his truck off and did a quick count in his head. The kids were still atschool for another hour, Mabel was investigating a haunting in Eugene, andStan’s car wasn’t in the yard, so it was up to him then to deal with…whateverwas going on. 

He stepped insideand it felt like he was walking into a cave. Everything was dark, and the airwas wet and thick. A wind whistled back and forth, the walls moving in timewith the breeze, almost as if the Shack was breathing in and out, over and overagain.

By memory, and onlytripping over the furniture and the kids’ toys that they had left out on thefloor five or six times, Henry finally managed to make it into the kitchen.

To his complete lackof surprise, he found Dipper there.

His brother wassitting on the floor, the sleeves of his coat and shirt rolled up. Every one oftheir forks had been thrust with great force into both of Dipper’s arms, thetines of each fork sunk deep into his skin.  Golden blood ran in rivuletsdown his limbs and puddled onto the floor. 

Dipper looked up atHenry as he came in and Henry felt his blood run cold. That wasn’t Dipper thereon the floor. That was someone…something else.

“Do͡ ͡y͞o͠u̷ wan̵t̵t̴o͡ kn̶ow w͝he̵n ̴yo͏u d̡ie?̡” Alcor asked and Henry felt a shiver run up anddown the length of his body.

He managed toswallow even though his mouth had gone as dry as his throat. 

“No, I’m goodDipper.”

“Are ͠y̴ou ̷sur͝e?̵̧I̵ ̶j̡ust͡ ̀fo̶und̢ o̴u̵t ̴an̛d̕ ́i̢t͜'̷s͡ a͞l͞l I'v͝e b̀ée̷n̷ a͘b͏l͜e̛ ̕t͞o͏thínk ́a͏bou͞t.” He pulled out another fork that Henry must have missed in hisearlier count and slammed it deep into his thigh. The tines pushed cloth intothe skin of Dipper’s leg, and blood immediately burst from the wound.

Henry winced.

“Yeah, I’m sureDipper.”

“W͟h̨at̕ ̡a̶bǫutMab́e͜l t̕h͞en?̛ I'͟l̀l͞ g͡i͏ve͜ yoư t̛h̀a̢t̵ ̸on̡e̶ ͡as a fr͢eebię!”

Henry leaned down toput his head near Dipper’s ear, ignoring the pounding of his heart, everyinstinct screaming at him to run and get the hell away from Dipper as fast ashe could.

“Would you wantMabel seeing you like this?” he gently asked. 

Alcor looked up at himwith blank eyes streaming with blue fire.

Then he closed hiseyes, and Dipper sobbed once, twice.

The forks and theblood and the darkness disappeared, and the Shack returned to normal, or asnormal as it could ever be.

Henry sat all theway down on the floor with Dipper and wrapped his long arms around him as hisbrother began to softly cry. 

Three

Henry came home from work tofind Dipper buried in a small pile of children on the lawn. It was Mabel andDipper’s 65th birthday that weekend and everyone had come home to celebrate.His small herd of grandchildren had only been together for one day and alreadythere had been one near fist fight (Myrtle and Linden), Nito and Jojo hadcrashed the golf cart, and Annie had accidentally gotten four of her siblingslost in the forest during hide and seek.It was chaotic and stressful, but Henry wouldn’ttrade it for the world.Auriga sensed him, because her head shot up.“PopPop!”It was his turn to be rescued as eight or ninekids ran and tackled him. He hit the ground hard as his grandchildren scrambledall over him, covering him in slobbery kisses.He looked over to see black patent shoes next tohis head.“Need a hand?” Dipper asked.“Sure,” he replied.Dipper pulled Henry up, dislodging kids in the process.A chorus of “aw’s” and sad, horrificallydisappointed puppy eyes greeted this.

Henry noticed Dipper’s jawmoving even though his mouth was closed.

He sighed, and leaned in closeto his brother-in-law’s ear.

“Swallow it.”

“What do you mean?” Dipperasked innocently.

Henry sighed. Forty years agohe would have been puking or freaking out at this, and a small part of him stillquailed at the thought but-

“That piece of soul, or fleshin your mouth-you know what Dip. Not around the kids, remember?”

Dipper scowled.

“They won’t notice,” he said,mouth full.

“They won’t, but I will and sowill Willow. Swallow it..”

He frowned at Henry but did ashe was asked.

How was Dipper sixty fiveyears old again?

—-

Four

Henry walked into his new home(well, he’d been living with Mabel for six months now but still-) and sawDipper on the couch, caught in a brief moment of corporeality.

He waved at his soon to bebrother-in-law.

“Hey Dip!”

Dipper’s body remainedstationary on the couch, in front of the TV, but his head twisted 180 degreesto look at Henry.

“Hey Henry!” Dipper said, headfacing him and body facing the complete opposite way.

Henry proceeded to pass out onthe floor.