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A few drinks and a few perilous doom-scrolls had Zach drawing up blank, and spending even one night by himself made his skin itch. The office as a whole seemed to have other plans, so he’d turned to his phone. He’d opened up every app and gotten cold shoulders or heavily questioned in ALL CAPITAL LETTERS…in every app except one.

And now the fruits of his labor were poking him awake.

Zach stirred and woke up looking ridiculously presentable—dazed, sure, but bright-eyed and receptive. (This had taken him a lot of practice. He wanted to be pleasing and pleasant every minute he was with someone…not that he particularly enjoyed seeing familiar faces a second time. Those usually came with pesky, scratchy strings attached.)

“You sound like an umpire…” Zach scrubbed his hand over his face and leaned up onto his elbow, his gaze flitting over the hotel room seeing in just how many places his outfit had ended up.

Zach was still here??

“Oh—man, you must’ve wiped me out.” Alcohol didn’t do that to him unless he’d been shit-faced…and he didn’t quite feel shit-faced, but the lack of recall seemed to point to something like that… Zach started to stand—and there was the migraine hangover dizziness. He stumbled into the bedside table and pointed affirmatively at it— he has found the bedside table.

“Do you know, kind sir,” Zach managed as the sun assaulted his very neurons, “where my briefs went?”

Morning After - from Zach~

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Send 'Morning After' for a starter where our muses wake up together after hooking up the night before.

The first thing thing Kevin registers as he wakes up is how stiff his back was. The hotel bed had not exactly been the best one he'd every slept on, but he'd certainly slept on worse. Perhaps, this was simply what not being in your twenties anymore felt like, or maybe this stop on the road had just been a bit harder on him physically. Whatever the reason, when he sits up, he stretches his arms over his head as feels a few joints shift and crack as he tries to cobble together his thoughts into something cohesive or into convincing himself to get up and get ready for the day. The second thing he notices is more of a someone than a something, but for all it matters to Kevin he might as well have been a thing. He wasn't alone in the bed, and he frowns as his eyes fall on the still sleeping stranger whose name Kevin isn't trying very hard to remember. He frowns. The night before had been plenty of fun, but he had expected the whole walk of shame business to be in progress by the time he'd gotten up, but here this guy was...still in his room. That did throw something of a wrench into his morning plans. Kevin supposes he can't just sit around and wait, so he promptly give's the man's shoulder a rough poke, starting small before trying anything more drastic. "Up and at 'em, champ," he says, doing what was possibly the worst possible impression of an American accent.

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Henry rubbed across the back of his neck. “Yeah, awesome flex, I get it, you got control and I don’t. Congratulations…” He had really been hoping for some help from his…community.

Henry quirked a brow. “I’m an engineer, I’m a smart cookie. There’s no way I’d confuse fanfiction with real life.” His boss studied abnormals, but he wasn’t going to mention that out of the blue. Sometimes it came off…wrong. “Besides, FF.net is where the real cringe stuff is.” He grinned at Kekipi, still a little concerned that in a few days he’d be transforming and forgetting most of the night…again…

you mean they have to happen? - keki & henry

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sorry to everybody that only my obscure horn knee muse is awake

but in his defense look at him..

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me copying even just my most active muses bios from my current muse page to my new muses google doc using my phone: its rotten work. especially to me. especially if it’s you

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unironically having a good time with google docs layout options. when can i just format books for a living 24/7 thanks

"the bulleted list is confusing" sorry honey you gotta see the whole document and then it makes sense...as a whole! :-) it's a unit!

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i have put

all 62 of my muses.,...,..,.,

into this google doc

now i just have to put. like. all the... darn BACKSTORY IN THERE--

but at least i can edit this document from virtually anywhere,, so i can say who's awake or not,, or add new muses whenever i want!! :3

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“I…used to do math for a living, but I’d have to sit down and look at the numbers. I think disposable ones would rack up pretty quick, but if you had the pen and had to keep buying the juice and all…” Riley shrugged and grimaced playfully.

“Whata you wanna vape for anyway? Wanna…make massive clouds of cotton candy nicotine for people to walk through?”

“Yeah, all the cool kids vape these days. It’s not bad for you at all.”

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“Yeah, all the cool kids vape these days. It’s not bad for you at all.”

' do you think i should start vaping? '

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i need to go onto my thread: ted ted today bc that dude is LOUD!

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it’s a bearable bruise on your conscience…

who are you? kris! they/them, 21+

can i write w/ you? r u 21+? let’s go!

where are you? mobile based 24/7 babey!

where r ur ask memes or like any posts at all? its all on my rp sideblog!

making rp threads shorter (trimming)? i trim using the banner method. if i start the thread and it isn’t altered with xKit, i can trim! if xKit comes into play, i lose that ability to help us out

who do you rp as? see the characters i write on my muses page! currently trying to make it into a google doc so I can edit it away from desktop on the fly, but docs app + tumblr app isn’t a wonderful combo rn tbh

anything else? i like programming & don’t like my day job. i’m very sporadic but if we click i wanna yell at u abt our characters kissing or fighting ok!! ok bye bye

loudest muse:

current fixation:

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genuinely the only ai i want to see implemented in the “Settings > Filtering” tab on this website is what ao3 mods/admins do manually

i filter out the tag horror

the tiny robot with many resources filters out (for my review & my OK):

tw: horror

horror /tw

// horror

/ horror

horroredit

horror edit

horror cw

cw: horror

cw- horror

tw// horror

h/orror

hor/ror

horro.r

h.orror

and then it asks me like:

what about:

blood

gore cw

gore tw

viscera //

bloody//////

love<33 (for user “placeholdername” only)

So that I don’t have to see it unfiltered and fcking maintain all of that by myself ❤️

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hi i’m trans author welcome to my blog

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it’s a bearable bruise on your conscience…

who are you? kris! they/them, 21+

can i write w/ you? r u 21+? let’s go!

where are you? mobile based 24/7 babey!

where r ur ask memes or like any posts at all? its all on my rp sideblog!

making rp threads shorter (trimming)? i trim using the banner method. if i start the thread and it isn’t altered with xKit, i can trim! if xKit comes into play, i lose that ability to help us out

who do you rp as? see the characters i write on my muses page! currently trying to make it into a google doc so I can edit it away from desktop on the fly, but docs app + tumblr app isn’t a wonderful combo rn tbh

anything else? i like programming & don’t like my day job. i’m very sporadic but if we click i wanna yell at u abt our characters kissing or fighting ok!! ok bye bye

loudest muse:

Zach Cropper

current fixation:

The Crazy Ones TV Show

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Riley watched Paul center himself. He’d been zoning out, staring at…nothing.

“I know I’m not the most…energetic speaker. Not the easiest to listen to. Always had people rush through meetings with me in Chicago…” He gave Paul a soft smile and followed the man’s gaze to the Bible in his lap.

“Nah, it’s fine… Just…feel like I say the same stuff when we meet up. Everybody at group talked about their…struggles and their trauma. I don’t want to let any of that shit out, no offense.” A quiet chuckle.

Was Paul staring again? He turned to look behind him, but saw nothing worth looking at.

“If— Father, if you’re tired or something, I can come back another time. I don’t wanna just…come here for a signature. Seems silly to put all that…performatism out there and get a signature if we don’t…talk about anything.”

riley & paul - not so anonymous

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me for my entire life before 2024: Sorry it’s Lent, or Happy Lent I suppose? It’s Ash Wednesday… It’s Good Friday now? Happy Easter! I’m a little confused but I support you

me after watching Midnight Mass in 2024: Remember you are dust and to dust you shall return.

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this blessed post on unexpected ftm hrt changes has me living realizing one of james' fave things from his medical transition (aside from top surgery and the 'reshaping' of his jawline) is that the backs of his wrists & his hands are hairy. thank u

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my brain makes up such jason halloween ass villains in my nightmares. last night it was a dude who hooked his dr surgeon visor TO HIS FOREHEAD with bloody pegs like some stupid frankenstein wannabe.. maneuvering around me and my nondescript friends in a ps1 era apartment courtyard environment?? c’mon brain grow up try harder

did i still wake up in a heated panic at 3:35am? yes. did i still see something in the shadow of my room immediately after which disappeared? yes i did. nonetheless, weak.