#{yes it’s Tuesday don’t @ me XD}

[frostkingoftheapocalypse]

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[iamvegorott]

For fluff prompts can we get some VintageHusbands (Jameson and Shawn Flynn) bein a couple of geezers by the fire with drinks? XD 💛

JJ puffed his chest with some pride as he looked at what he observed to be the perfect flames inside the fireplace. It had been a nightmare for multiple reasons to get this classic brick chimney fireplace in the modern home they had bought, but it was all worth it in the end. 

However, after dealing with all that, he decided from now on that he would only have fellow Egos help with big projects like that. Explaining things to them was much easier since communication was smoother given his abilities, and they all knew sign language, so he didn’t always have to rely on said abilities. The same could not be said about a random construction company that was too stubborn to-

“Jameson, you’re getting all stuffy,” Shawn said as he came up to JJ’s side and bumped hips with him. “Got more smoke coming out your ears than the burning wood.” He added as he handed JJ a glass filled with a blueberry-garnished cocktail. 

“I was remembering how we got this fireplace.” JJ’s voice explained inside Shawn’s head. 

“Ah, yes, that interesting time.” Shawn chuckled, sipping from his glass, which had a much darker drink and a chunk of lime. “Let’s not think too much about it. We’re supposed to be relaxing.” He patted JJ’s chest while guiding him to one of the chairs that faced the fireplace. 

“Yes, yes, relaxing. Something neither of us understand how to do.” JJ chuckled, sitting down with a sigh. 

“I’d like to think I’m the skilled relaxer between us,” Shawn said as he stepped over to the other chair. 

“Is that so? How late were you up working last night?” JJ teased, chuckling when Shawn paused and popped his lips. 

“That’s different.” 

“Is it?” 

“It is.” Shawn played up a fake scoff and then sat in his own chair with a groan. “Oh, I’m getting old.” 

“You’re getting old? I’m older than you.” JJ hid his smile with a sip of his drink.

“By three days, Mr. Jackson.” Shawn huffed. “I’m older in body and spirit. My bones ache when it’s about to rain.” 

“It’s raining right now.”

“I said when it’s about to rain, my bones are fine once the ground gets wet.” 

“How does that even work?” JJ was struggling to keep a straight face.

“Don’t know. Old people magic. You’ll understand when you get to my age.” Shawn leaned back in his chair. 

“Again, older than you.”

“Again, only by three days.”

“I have seventy-two hours more of wisdom.” 

“You can learn a lot in that amount of time. But I age faster with my maturity.” 

“Is that what you would call your argument with Anti earlier today?” JJ chuckled at the memory of the two having a heated discussion over Shawn’s newest design. He had walked in during the middle of it, and he was fairly certain neither of them could recall why they started fighting in the first place. 

“He was being cheeky.” Shawn huffed.

“You called him an over-complicated Christmas palette.”

“Am I wrong?” 

“You’ll understand what you did when you get to be my age.” JJ was now being the cheeky one. 

“Fine, check in on me on Tuesday, and we’ll see if I get it.” Shawn swirled his drink, and that was just enough to get him to break into a loud laugh. JJ tried to stay ‘in character’ for the bit, but the laugh was too contagious, and he joined in.  

“You are such a silly goose.” JJ reached over and playfully swatted at Shawn’s arm.

“A silly goose?” Shawn repeated with a stronger laugh.

“Would you rather me call you a funny bitch?” That suggestion got both of them to laugh hard enough that JJ had to cough, and Shawn slapped at his chest to breathe. 

“My new official title; ‘Shawn, the funny bitch’.” Shawn gestured with his hand like he was showing off a display of the title, and they were back to laughing again. 

“And this is why I love you,” JJ said after catching his breath.

“Aw, you love me.” Shawn took JJ’s hand and kissed his knuckles. “Love you, too, blue jay.” 

“Now you’re being gross.” JJ joked, and they were soon laughing loud enough that it echoed out of the home. 

[foxfirekit]

TOA Anniversary Munday!

Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is.

Repost, don't reblog. Only fill in what you feel comfortable sharing!

Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together.

Tagging: You. Right there. Yes, you.

Name: Sekhmet

Pronouns: she/her

Birthday (no year): 1st September

Where are you from? What is your time zone? Australia! Timezone is AEST (which means it is Tuesday for me not Monday kek)

Roleplay experience: I have been doing some form of roleplay, on an off, for nearly 13 years. I have good memories, and the Horrors(tm). I have spaces I will never return to, and now two RP homes ^^

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Got any pets? TT^TT Not anymore

Favorite time of year: Spring! Not too hot, not too cold and it's heading away from Winter!

Some interests and things you like: Writing, art, reading, video games, Dungeons and Dragons, teaching!

Some funfacts & trivia about you: When I was in grade 8, during woodworking, I was probably the most accident prone student much to my teacher's horror. I managed to be attacked by the tools every single lesson. Including being attacked by the belt sander, I still have the scar from that. A more fun fact - I have an animation degree! I spent three years of my life learning and specialising in the art of animation! And then I became a teacher XD

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? There are a lot but from the ones I play the most - World of Warcraft, Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy 7, 13, 14 and 15, Pokemon, Hades, Sims 4 if I'm feeling it, Splatoon, Tales of Series games

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: I don't really have a favourite type, cause I like Pokemon by design, but my favourite pokemon would be Dragonair, followed closely by Victini, Snivy evolution line, Popplio evolution line, Umbreon, and Joltik.

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How did you get into Fire Emblem? Uhh... I found a ROM on the internet one day.... *coughs*

What Fire Emblem games have you played? Shadow Dragon (unfinished), Blazing Blade (unfinished), Sacred Stones (unfinished), Awakening (finished), Fates (finished), Shadows of Valentia (unfinished), Three Houses (finished), Three Hopes (unfinished), Warriors (finished), Heroes (uninstalled and disowned)

First Fire Emblem game: Blazing Blade

Favorite Fire Emblem game: Awakening!

Any Fire Emblem crushes? *coughs* Matt Mercer's characters *coughs* (coincidentally too! Their personalities are just amazing <3) Chrom and Shigure! And also beloved street rat Yuri

If you’ve played the following games, who was your first S support? Who would you S support nowadays? - Awakening: First - Chrom, now - still Chrom - Fates: First - I honestly don't remember lol, now - Shigure or Nishiki/Kaden - Three Houses: First - incedentally enough, Edelgard, because of who I named Byleth after and I thought the match was funny. It would have been Seteth if Seteth had been available on Crimson Flower!!! Now though - Yuri. - Engage: n/a

Favorite Fire Emblem class: Witch

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class? .... Witch!

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? ....... Ashen Wolves/Abyss honestly. The AU Sothis followers I made would be how I'd interact with the world and the faith in the goddess, and that would very likely get me called a heretic.

If you were an Engage character, which Emblem would you Engage with? .... I don't know how Engage works XD

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How did you find TOA? Rua told me! And then dragged me over cause I was trying to make an indie blog, and then I decided to apply instead of lurking like a cryptid.

Current TOA muses: Kinu (Selkie) and Seteth

Who was your first TOA muse? If you don’t have them anymore, could you see yourself picking them up again? Cordelia. Would I pick her up again? Maybe, though she would also be the first I dropped again if I decided to entertain another muse

Have you had any other TOA muses? Not .... yet

Do you think you have a type of character you gravitate towards? Chaotic type muses or serious and eloquently spoken muses - the two halves of my personality!

What do you believe you enjoy writing the most? Angst, writing emotionally deep stuff that makes people scream at me because of the feels I stabbed them with.

Favorite TOA-related memory: When Seteth immediately got bullied after I picked him up XD Please bully him more

How do you pronounce TOA? Tales of the Abyss *cough* Tee-Oh-Ay

Got any delusions that didn’t see the light of day that you’d like to share? A few....! Yuri, Shigure... Veronica or Thrasir... Shareena... The Twins from Warriors.... Mikoto... Takumi... The Rainbow Sage lives in my head rent free, silly old grandpa dragon that he is... Sitri through a lot of convoluted means.... Silque....

[taelonsamada]

Tidbit Tuesday - I Think My Neighbour’s A Mobster

@dominimoonbeam tagged me in this, and surprise surprise, I’m still knee deep in my mafia rom-com story XD I also apparently struggle to grasp what a ‘tidbit’ is… 😆 But this is turning out so cute, and I want to share so much of it with you all!!

….it’s been a week and I’m almost 30k into this story. At this rate, I’ll have this book finished, edited and ready to publish by summer XD

Tagging @zozo-01 @glassbearclock @ejunkiet and @romirola cause I’m nosy and wanna see what you’re working on!

Also tagging @d-cs cause you requested tags for all my mobster stuff!! ♥️

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“But Mama, it’s Tuesday! The dinos are on today!”

Carter couldn’t help smiling at the despairing tone Madeline was pleading with her mother in as the elevator door opened. Watching as exhausted Cathy stepped out with her five year old daughter in tow and barely two month old baby in hand.

“I know, Maddie, I’m sorry. We’ll try and get back before they start, promise.”

“Nuh! It always takes forever, we never get back in time!”

“Going on an adventure?” Carter asked, tapping the mail he’d gathered into a neat pile and smiling at Cathy as she stopped beside him and gave him a ‘look’.

“Doctor’s appointment. And guess who bailed on babysitting duty?” she asked, rolling her eyes.

“I’m not a baby!”

“I know, sweetie, it’s just a phrase.” Carter winced, giving her a sympathetic look. All too familiar with Cathy’s flake of an ex-husband.

“Want me to watch her? I’m guessing this is an appointment for little Sarah there?” he offered, and couldn’t help grinning as Madeline immediately gasped and started tugging at her mother’s hand.

“Yes, Mama, yes! Can I stay home with Carter, please? It’s been forever since he was over and he knows all the good dinos!” she begged, giving the biggest doe eyes to her mother that Carter had ever seen.

How that woman ever said no to that little girl, he had no idea.

Cathy looked between the two of them for a moment, then shifted her gaze to the sleeping baby in the carrier she held before looking at Carter once more.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to trouble you.”

“Wouldn’t have offered if it was any trouble,” he assured, and laughed as Madeline wrenched her hand free of her mother’s hold and latched onto his leg. Cathy laughed weakly and shook her head as she held her purse out to the little girl.

“It should only be a couple hours,” Cathy assured as Madeline dug around in her purse and eventually pulled out the house key with a triumphant yell.

“Add an extra hour onto that and go sit at a little cafe for a while. We’ll be fine,” he insisted quietly, waving as Madeline grabbed hold of his hand and started dragging him back towards the elevator.

Which was how Carter found himself sitting on the rug in front of the tv of Cathy’s apartment, watching Madeline focus intensely on his hands as she slathered his nails in polish. Looking up at him with a huff as soon as she’d finished his middle finger.

“No, cuz they don’t really spit poison,” she insisted, to which he looked scandalized.

“But the movie had them doing it, and it looked so cool!” he insisted, his chest aching with the battle to not laugh as she dramatically rolled her eyes before returning her attention back to his hands.

“The dinos in that movie were made how people think they look,” she insisted, shaking her head. “People get dinos wrong all the time.”

“Like that one you told me about before that was actually made up of four different dinosaurs?”

“Yeah!”

He grinned as he watched her work away at his nails, rambling about the accuracy of dinosaurs in media in between each finger. Checking the time to see how long they had before her show started.

“Hey, you said your uncle was going to take you to the museum last time we did this. How was it? You get to finally see real dinosaurs?” he asked, frowning as she went still and quiet, staring at his hand for a moment.

“…No. Uncle Toby isn’t allowed to come here now,” she answered, and Carter felt his stomach heave for a moment. Immediately scolding himself for going to the worst case scenario and forcing his expression to remain calm.

“Did he get in trouble for something?” he asked, watching as her brow furrowed.

“I think so… Mama won’t talk about it, but she and Da were yelling about it for a while. They said something about my cousin Ally, about how her ribs were hurt.”

“…did they say how her ribs got hurt?” he asked softly, his heart pounding in his ears at the sad look on her face.

“Mama said she got kicked,” Madeline spoke, staring at his nails.

“…Maddie,” he spoke quietly. “…has Uncle Toby ever hurt you?” He watched her sit there in silence for a moment before shaking her head. “Has he ever yelled at you? I mean really loudly, and really scary?” Seeing her slowly nod was like an ice shard to his chest, and he sat quietly with her for a long moment.

Eventually he lifted his unpainted hand to tap her chin, causing her to look up at him. “You told your Mama about how he’d yell, didn’t you?”

“I did, and I think I got Uncle Toby in trouble cause of it!” she wailed, to which he immediately shook his head, fussing with her hair for a moment.

“No, baby girl, not at all. It’s good that you told your Mama, that was the right thing to do. Because you spoke up, they’re now going to be able to keep not only you safe, but also your cousin Ally safe. Cause it’s one thing for a father to have to be strict with his children, but no one should ever kick anyone. Especially not their kids,” he insisted, his heart hurting as he watched the tears well up in her eyes as she nodded.

He held his arms out and she immediately crawled into his lap and hugged him with so much strength it almost broke him. Rubbing her back gently and rocking for a moment. She didn’t cry, but she shook for several moments, obviously still torn up about ‘getting her uncle in trouble’.

Looking up at the clock again, he smiled faintly and leaned back a bit to get a look at her face. “Hey… guess what time it is?” Watching as she sniffed loudly before peeking up at him.

“…what time is it?” she asked in a tiny voice, and he responded by grabbing the remote and turning the tv on, flicking through the channels until a familiar song started playing.

The speed of which her head snapped up to look at the screen nearly clipped his chin, and he was immensely relieved at the instant change in her demeanour. Settling back with her against the front of the couch to watch a middle age man race across landscapes and interact with CG’ed dinosaurs as if they were really there. Discussing facts about the creatures as if they were modern day creatures.

And silently filing Uncle Toby away in his head for later.

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Staring at the most recent message on her phone, Eliza frowned gently, wondering how worried she should be.

C: Please help. I am trapped and unable to move. My body weakens with every passing minute.

She knew he wasn’t actually in danger, but she couldn’t help being curious about what it was she was going to walk in on. Then her phone chimed again and she grinned.

C: Cathy’s place. Bring treats.

E: Give me a couple hours. I have to deep clean my fridge first.

C: ELIZA I BEG YOU IM SO HUNGRY BUT I CANT GET UP

Laughing softly, she put her phone away and hummed as the elevator climbed, her grin growing with each ping her phone gave off. Heading into her apartment, she took enough time to put away the groceries she’d picked up and fill a small container with the pecan butter tarts she’d made two days ago.

Returning to the elevator, she headed for the second floor, knocking lightly on Cathy’s apartment door.

“It’s open. Quiet, though,” Carter called in a soft voice, which only heightened Eliza’s curiousity. Pushing the door open, she leaned in slowly, casting a wary look around the apartment. It all looked perfectly normal.

She spotted Carter waving to her, seated on the floor in front of the couch, a cartoon movie with dinosaurs playing on the tv. He gestured for her to come over, perking up at the sight of the container she had in her hand and making an eager grabbing motion with his hands.

Narrowing her eyes, Eliza walked over, and stopped short as soon as she rounded the couch. Staring down at her neighbour.

Her neighbour who had messily painted nails, barrettes with glittery streamers clipped all through his hair, and a dangly earring with a bell in place of his usual simple gold hoop. He also had a five year old passed out and slumped against his thigh, which explained his refusal to move.

She lifted an eyebrow, smirking down at him, her grin growing as he immediately started pouting and gesturing silently to Madeline. Tilting her head in silent question and causing him to huff. “I will not be the kind of villain that wakes an innocent angel like this!” he hissed softly.

Shaking her head, she opened the container and offered him one of the tarts, sitting down on the recliner by the couch and watching as he happily devoured the dessert.

[lycanlovingvampyre]

MAG 197 Relisten

Activity on my first listen: Slow Tuesday at work.

BASIRA: "What’s down there?" JON: "I don’t know." BASIRA: "That makes a change." JON: "It’s… somewhere else." Yaaaay, somewhere else!!!

BASIRA: "Yes I do. You’re too close to this, and I need to make sure you aren’t going to do anything dumb. Situation like this, we can’t make rash assumptions. Right?" That is actually fair. Like I said many times, it's typical for Jon's character to perform poorly under stress. And sometimes he gets a bit impulsive.

ANNABELLE: "I thought you liked his voice?" MARTIN: "I do, when it’s his voice." Nawww...

MARTIN: "So why don’t you just tell me straight? It’s not like I’m going to run off. I’d only trip over my own feet and fall in, even if I tried." Martin already trying his usual charm to get what he wants^^

ANNABELLE: "Perhaps I was wrong about how well suited you are to us. I’m not sure you have the patience for The Web." That's the Lonely-influence. If we really go by the "The Lonely is a metaphor for depression" then it's only logical for Martin to have gotten irritable and short-tempered.

ANNABELLE: "A TV show. Reaching out into the homes of millions, giving the more vulnerable ones a subtle nudge towards terror. Probably something for children. It never went anywhere, of course. These things rarely do." Hmm, a bit stereotypical to assume children are the easiest people to manipulate, when there's a whole older generation out there, slowly withering away in front of the TV with almost no engagement and also no impulse to engage.

MARTIN: "Wait… Wait, hang on, is that him?" ANNABELLE: "Yes. I guess you’re better with the Web than we thought." MARTIN: "And – Wait, ha– No, uh… is that… Basira? He – He’s got Basira with him!" Web!Martin is back on the menu! xD

[MUFFLED AGITATION] [MUFFLED ANXIETY] [MUFFLED ANXIETY INCREASES TO MUFFLED TERROR] [MUFFLED SADNESS] [MUFFLED DEMAND FOR RELEASE] [MUFFLED POINT OF CONTENTION] [MUFFLED ATTEMPTED EXPLANATION, FOLLOWED BY MUFFLED SIGH AND MUFFLED AGREEMENT] [MUFFLED DOWNBEAT ACKNOWLEDGEMENT] [MUFFLED DISCOMFITED REALISATION] [MUFFLED DESPONDENCY] [MUFFLED WORRY] I love all of these...

ANNABELLE: "I didn’t. He came of his own free will." [MUFFLED POINT OF CONTENTION] JON: "'Free will,' she says, as we stand in the middle of her fucking web!" Ah, Jon is angry! I like it!

JON: "Martin, is this true?" [MUFFLED ATTEMPTED EXPLANATION, FOLLOWED BY MUFFLED SIGH AND MUFFLED AGREEMENT] BASIRA: "Told you." Why is Basira so set on both of them not really knowing each other? In MAG 177 she kind of mocks Martin for trusting Jon not to look into his head. And now she was like, what? "haha, told you your boyfriend wasn't kidnapped, he just left you"??? That conversation is not on tape right? I remember this “told you”, but there was no conversation in detail about this in MAG 195 or at the beginning of this one...

JON: "It’s inevitable." Well, now he's starting to sound like Agent Smith xD

ANNABELLE: "Of course. And knowing this, knowing for centuries you would eventually be trapped, doomed to starvation, what would you do?" [LONG CONSIDERED PAUSE] JON: "Plan an escape." Lesson 2: Plan your exit on the way in! (Me at every single social gathering XD)

ANNABELLE: "We found the one we believed most likely to bring about their manifestation. We marked him young, guided his path as best we could. And then, we took his voice." JON: "No…" Actually, right now Jon is taking this better that expected. He still sounds pissed, but not devastated. That'll come as soon as he had time to think about it... Also, I don't think Jon was the only one the Web prepared. In fact, it very much looks like it did a little experiment with Father Burroughs of MAG 19 and 20. They probably had a bunch of candidates but when it became clearer, that Jon could actually be the one closest to pull it off they started to focus more and more on him. After all, at first their influence was minimal, guided Martin to Prentiss. Only when that worked they delivered the lighter (and table) do take this further.  

JON: "Because for the Fears to spread into these new worlds, they would need to leave ours, wouldn’t they?" Like he said in MAG 164, "If the Fears are removed".

JON: "Leaving us behind in the process, freeing our world at the cost of others." BASIRA: "What are you saying?" JON: "We can pass them our apocalypse." [MUFFLED DISCOMFITED REALISATION] ANNABELLE: "Nothing so extreme. In these new worlds they would exist as they used to in ours, lurking just beyond the threshold." JON: "Until someone is stupid enough to release them there, as well." ANNABELLE: "Perhaps. Even the Mother cannot see the future. Only try to shape it." JON: "And so they spread through realities like a disease!" Jon, who ultimately suffered all the guilt from this, gets what this means for others in an instant. It's a very understandable trauma response.

ANNABELLE: "Jon would lose much of himself, the parts of him that are The Eye. But he would survive. And perhaps more importantly, he would remain who he believes himself to be. And you would end the suffering of all those others who remain here." It's so interesting to get into interpretations what these parts that are The Eye are supposed to be. Where do they begin and where do they stop? Is it simply memories or even parts of his personality? Is it physical, like his literal eyesight? Is there a higher meaning to "who he believes himself to be"? Is it just subconscious or can he actively influence this, in either a positive or, for Jon most likely, a negative way? Like his self-perception. Is all this also the case when he gets separated from The Eye through, say, being literally cut "free"? So many possibilities! (For fan fictions! XD)

ANNABELLE: "Many years ago a draughtsman made an unfortunate and egregious error on certain city planning documents. As a result, an unusually large and dangerous gas main just happened to be constructed directly below the building you knew as the Magnus Institute, in a place where it would be protected by the tunnels of Robert Smirke, unchanged by the world’s reformation. You need only ignite it." God, I fucking love how all of this was constructed! And that’s just one part of it...

JON: "Ignite it?" ANNABELLE: "Indeed. And it just so happens that the perfect tool was once delivered to you as a token of appreciation. Though you really do need to learn to keep better care of it. Somehow it always seems to slip your mind, doesn’t it?" JON: "What?" BASIRA: "Jon, it’s that stupid lighter of yours." JON: [Indignant] "My what?" [JON PULLS THE GOLD LIGHTER WITH EMBOSSED SPIDERWEB FROM POCKET AND FLICKS IT OPEN] JON: "Oh? ... Oh." Funny story: So while I was listening to MAG 196 and 197 I was texting with my sister, who got me into TMA. I was simultaneously already doing a relisten with my spouse and already picked up on a few things during that, and so I was talking to my sis about foreshadowings. She mentioned like "all the spider references... the lighter!" and I was like "oh yeah, the lighter... Anyway the web table-" And my sis continues to talk about web-influences, Prentiss, Jon going for a cigarette because of the lighter, oliver banks... and I answer "What? Huh... Somehow I seemed to have overlooked a lot of spiders..." My sisters already laughing saying "It's so funny, cause it's the running gag" (and I had no idea about the lighter yet at this point in the conversation). She'd already went on about "You have a few similarities, afraid of spiders since childhood, prematurely greying hair, somehow you always seemed to know stuff about people and I have no idea where you got these from... now you forget the lighter. It's so funny cause there is no way you're doing this on purpose, that's all natural" and I again proceeded to change the topic XD Started talking about the writing xD We've had such a good laugh xD Just scrolled back in our chat log to re-read it, always funny to see. Shortly after this conversation I got to this part in the episode with the lighter and I then texted her "Ohh, now they need the lighter!!!" (And there will be another gag with the lighter! So, to be continued xD)

ANNABELLE: "I’ve played my part to its completion. You get to decide how I exit the stage." MARTIN: "Jon?" JON: "Go!" ANNABELLE: "Very well. We shall not see each other again, Archivist. But I eagerly await your decision." Another excellent choice for fanfic writers to use for Somewhere Else!

All in all the entire multiverse thing is great for fan content. Basically everything could exist in canon! Catboy Elias is real and he can hurt you! xD

@a-mag-a-day

[kyleex8]

Tuesday June 27th, 2023

I’m at work on break. Currently, I work as a Security Officer for Pickering Casino. I did my Shambhavi this morning and it hit me good! I plan to do it again tonight after work and see how that goes. Today from 0800 to 0900 I was at Delta 1 with my crush, Flower, at Delta 2. We played, “Would you rather” for a bit. Then I asked her if she had the powers of GOD for 2 hours what would she do? She said that she’d create a Women’s Society with mostly only women, and then she would clean out the ocean’s pollution. I then asked her if there would be any men in that society and she said, “Yes. You, Cuellar and my brother.”  I had a good laugh after that. I would survive her destruction of the male species. She then added that the women would be able to reproduce by themselves to continue the human race. All I know is that she decided I would be kept alive, but she didn’t mention her boyfriend! XD.  ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shambhavi is going amazing! I cried a few times today before I even left my house! I plan to keep doing this 2x a day until March 1, 2024. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I decided a few days ago that the job that I will work towards is personal training. So I will have to do the fitness health and promotion course at Humber College In September 2024. That is the goal anyways. I plan to see if I can find some new Vaeh’s or even Brooke’s there within the 2 years I’ll be at school. Shiva, Bhairavi, and Sadhguru----------------- ACKNOWLEDGE ME! LMAO JK.... But please don’t ever let your grace leave me again! On a scale of 1-10 I’m at about an 8.8 today. I’m kind of tired, but I’m happy. I still have about 9 hours of work to go, but today is definitely a good day. I have 2 days off after this. Then this weekend I plan to go to Sugars! I wonder if I’ll see Rukie XP. 

[gas-station-dragon-statue]

i care abt the fisting i care a lot

You enter the understated yet obviously expensive home theater in the basement of my palatial estate. I invite you to sit in the middle of the front row in a plush red seat. (Is that velvet? Yes, of course.) The lights dim as the projector mounted in the back of the room whirs to life. I silently lock the door. On the screen appears a 1,000 slide PowerPoint entitled “vampire fisting xD.”

As a horror fan/writer, I’ve always been the most obsessed with bodily extremity as a storytelling device, which is why Rice vampires are kind of like my ideal fanfic Barbie dolls. You can break all their parts off and they’ll put themselves back together in the morning. In my opinion, something like fisting would have such a different meaning to Rice vampires than it would for human beings. There’s a whole immortal body there full of nonfunctional guts to play with in a way that has to be fundamentally nonsexual (because Anne said dick don’t work for some reason even though the entire vampire body is full of constantly circulating blood which is what makes the dick work in the first place but I digress). A non-sexual fisting is almost like a stabbing. It’s worse than a stabbing for a vampire…I imagine “kinky stabbing” is like a cute Tuesday night activity for a being that gets pleasure almost exclusively from drinking blood. Fisting is liiiiiike going back to something vestigial and primitive and beneath these creatures whose entire deal is elevating themselves to this lofty status and crying at the opera and wearing bad yet undeniably fancy outfits. There’s a lot of tension between “high status” and “murder/the corpse/the animalistic predator” in VC and in fic specifically there’s a lot of tension between “high status” and “baser/more sexual nature,” but I guess I want a third and slightly nastier tension between “high status” and “death drive that demands the violation of basic bodily integrity.” There’s something so appealing to me about the loop of bodily destruction and reconfiguration that so many of the vamps go through canonically (and that I will make them go through for my own amusement) that can simulate a rebirth but can never really set anything right because it doesn’t and can’t change the core of their being.

Anyway thank you for giving me an excuse to talk about this. I hope it made any sense at all. You’ll get to read this fic in approximately six eternities because I write sooooo goddamn slow and will have to Google “pelvis” at least twelve more times.

[this-idiots-left-eye]

Pandora Hearts Month 2022 (REDO) Prompts!

Hello all!

I have recently learned that the @phmonth2022 blog is experiencing some technical difficulties—and has for longer, and a greater extent, than I realized. I don't get notifications properly, I don't get notified at all if people tag the blog, my posts don't show up in site's tags, and it seems you have to click on the blog itself to see any of its posts.

It seems as though a number of people who wanted to participate in Phmonth22 in May/June...never saw the posts about it.

This means that we will now be doing a redo of Pandora Hearts Month 2022!

It will have the same exact prompts as before, allowing people who didn't see it before—and anyone who otherwise didn’t get the chance before—to participate now! It will occur at the same time as The Case Study of Vanitas Month 2022! (Check here for those prompts!)

Because of the phmonth2022 blog's issues, I am hosting it here on my ph (and vnc) sideblog @this-idiots-left-eye. I will reblog my posts on the @phmonth2022 blog, as well as my main blog @i-prefer-the-term-antihero but I will make the initial posts here.

Pandora Hearts Month is an event that celebrates Pandora Hearts. The first three weeks celebrate the three main trios (Golden Trio, Rainsworth Trio, and Tragedy Trio) and the fourth is a bonus week that celebrates any ships/friendships/ot3 fans chose and love. You can create edits, fanart, drabbles, fanfictions, amvs and mms!

When you post, please remember to:

Tag me @i-prefer-the-term-antihero or @this-idiots-left-eye in your posts to make sure I reblog them!

Tag #phmonth22 in your tags! I will go through that tag regularly and check if I've missed any direct tags.

Either put a link, or a “read more” on long fics (or long posts in general), so they're easier to reblog!

I also made a collection on Ao3 for writers! Don't hesitate to add your fics to it!

Lastly, don’t forget to join our discord if you haven’t! It’s a fun place to discuss the series and more easily share your creations!

Without further ado, here are the prompts! 

Golden Trio Week (Alice, Oz and Gilbert), October 9th—15th:

Day 1, Sunday Oct 9th: Pink

Day 2, Monday Oct 10th: Daffodil

Day 3, Tuesday Oct 11th: Queen

Day 4, Wednesday Oct 12th: Summer 

Day 5, Thursday Oct 13th: Cage 

Day 6, Friday Oct 14th: Ocean

Day 7, Saturday Oct 15th: Garden

Rainsworth Trio Week (Sharon, Break and Reim), Oct 16nd—22nd:

Day 1, Sunday Oct 16th: Purple

Day 2, Monday Oct 17th: Forest

Day 3, Tuesday Oct 18th: Sister

Day 4, Wednesday Oct 19th: Madness

Day 5, Thursday Oct 20th: Cake

Day 6, Friday Oct 21st: AU

Day 7, Saturday Oct 22nd: Whisper

Tragedy Trio Week (Lacie, Jack and Oswald), Oct 23rd—Oct 29th:

Day 1, Sunday Oct 23rd: Storm

Day 2, Monday Oct 24th: Sibling

Day 3, Tuesday Oct 25th: Secret

Day 4, Wednesday Oct 26th: Indescribable horrors

Day 5, Thursday Oct 27th: Unimaginable Wonders

Day 6, Friday Oct 28th: Tower

Day 7, Saturday Oct 29th: Snow

Fan’s choice Week, Oct 30th—November 5th:

Day 1, Sunday Oct 30th: Psyche

Day 2, Monday Oct 31st: 🎃 Metamorphosis 👻

Day 3, Tuesday Nov 1st: Perspective and/or Ivory

Day 4, Wednesday Nov 2nd: Lilies

Day 5, Thursday Nov 3rd: Wrath

Day 6, Friday Nov 4th: Tarnished

Day 7, Saturday Nov 5th: Sketch

(Yes, I switched the order of the fan's choice week prompts around. It was because "Lilies" did not feel remotely Halloweeny to me XD)

You are free to have fun with this!! As long as you tag it, NSFW is allowed! (Tagging ships is nice too). You can pretty much do whatever you want with the prompts!!

For the trio weeks, as long as you make sure the characters from the trio are your main focus, it’s okay to use other characters in your creations too! For the fourth week, you can really write about any character you want. It doesn't have to be ships!

You can join any time, and use as many or as few prompts as you want! And you don't have to post on the day if you can’t make it! I’ll reblog things late!

Since we live across the world, you are free to post whenever the day is for you. I myself will be making posts according to my time, which is Central Standard Time in America. 

About the prizes:

Some of you may recall me posting about wanting to add a competition aspect to Phmonth, with the 15th anniversary merch as prizes. I ordered the prizes long ago, however they still have not arrived at my house.

You guys voted to have a raffle decide who gets the prizes, so it will be easy to do the raffle at any time after Phmonth has ended.

Keep in mind that, as per your request, I do intend for there to be multiple prizes, at least one for the artists, and one for the fic writers!

I will revisit the prizes once phmonth22 ends!

Feel free to get started on making stuff early! 

We’re so excited to see what you make! Thank you for all your support!

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[starlitangels]

Crosswalk

Am I writing for Cutie and Geordi again just because of how much I love the way they interact? Yes, yes I am XD Also continuing to lean on my headcanon that Ollie and Geordi are cousins For the record, I wrote this before Geordi’s Springback audio, so I don’t know if that audio is going to actually be how Geordi met Cutie or what 1.6k words

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I was running late to work. As per usual. I wasn’t sure what it was about my stupid brain that just wanted to sleep all the time. Maybe it was because my ex was a Dreamwalker and we’d spent so much time just in bed...

—gonna be a long day— —not looking forward to the meeting— —ask JoAnna to pick up Maddie from soccer— —oh, God, has she found out about the affair— —how the hell is it only Tuesday? This week has lasted months—

People on the sidewalk passed in and out of my range, snatches of their thoughts waking me up a bit more as my brain tried to process them as I bounced my magic from mind to mind. Just normal, everyday Telepath things. Good morning, Dahlia, I thought to myself sarcastically.

I stopped at the crosswalk, trying not to bounce on the balls of my feet in anticipation and impatience for it to turn green.

A guy about my age stepped up beside me.

—that cutie again—I swear we’re here at the same time everyday—God, Geordi, why can’t you ever just say something?—just mention you like their shirt or their shoes or something—it’s not like compliments are weird when they’re genuine—right?—you’ll never find out if they play for your team or not if you never ask—just so damn cute—gonna get tongue-tied—crap why did they look at me right when I thought they were cute?—gonna get all flustered—

I smiled warmly at him. Indeed, we’d run into each other at this crosswalk more than once. He was average-height—maybe 5′10″ or 5′11″—with a ridiculous amount of curly hair on the cusp between dirty blond and light brown and some of the brightest blue eyes I’d ever seen. And, given I’d read his mind every single time we’d stood here together without him noticing and didn’t have any sort of aura, he was unempowered.

“Morning,” I said.

“Morning,” he replied.

—oh God, they even sound cute—how is that fair?—keep talking?—no, don’t freak them out—they’re just making awkward morning small talk since we see each other a lot right here—but I wish they would keep talking...—snap out of it, Geordi!—

“You running late too?” I asked.

He shook his head, curls bouncing with the movement. “No, not really. Is that why you always rush away from here when the light turns green?”

“Yeah. I can’t seem to stop oversleeping.” I chuckled.

—I like your smile—sweet laugh—glad you’re not running away from me—there goes one insecurity—

“So, uh, what’s your name?” I asked, trying not to bite my lip. “We see each other here every morning. Might as well say hello, right?”

—am I being flirted with right now?—just friendly?—I wish I could tell—not a mind reader—just tell them your name, idiot, it’s not nuclear launch codes—

“I’m Geordi,” he said, sticking a hand out.

“Short for Jordan?” I asked.

—why does everyone always think that?— “Nope. Just Geordi. G-E-O-R-D-I.”

“Oh. Okay. I gotcha.” I shook his hand, giving him my name.

—why is their name even cute?—why am I crushing on a stranger?—light’s green—dammit—

“The, uh, the walk sign is on,” he said, waving vaguely ahead of us. 

I glanced at it. “Oh. Yeah. It is. Guess I gotta run off,” I said as we both started to cross the street. “It was nice meeting you, though. Officially. I know we’ve seen each other here a lot.”

“Yeah, you too.”

“Hopefully I’ll see you here tomorrow.”

—God, I hope so—stop it with the lovelorn look on your face, Geordi—you’ll freak them out—

“Yeah. Hopefully,” he said.

“Maybe we could... I don’t know, grab a coffee some Saturday or something.”

—don’t like hot drinks—coffee is gross—well, not gross, I guess—just bitter and sweetener doesn’t do anything with my mouth—

“Or it doesn’t have to be coffee,” I put in quickly. “We can do breakfast or drinks or something.”

—did I hesitate too long?—I hope I didn’t look scared or something—don’t want to blow this—

“Yeah. Yeah, that’d be fun. Breakfast or drinks. Not a big fan of coffee.”

I smiled. “That’s fine.” We’d reached the sidewalk and the next corner where we went our separate ways usually. “Uh... here. If it’s not too forward...” I took his hand and scrawled my number on the back of it with the Sharpie I kept in my jacket pocket for work. “But I really do need to get going if I have any chance of clocking in on time.”

“Yeah, yeah. Go ahead. I’ll shoot you a text.”

“Great. Nice meeting you!” I waved and half-jogged off.

Before his mind slipped out of my range, I heard, —that really just happen?—how the hell—luck on my side for once?—oh, God...—

I smiled.

—

“So... what do you do for work?” Geordi asked.

You’d think I’d have a decent lie prepared for that, I thought. “I work for the city,” I replied. “Internal Affairs.”

“Oh really? What made you decide to do that?”

I sucked in a deep breath. “I... I’m pretty good at reading people. Have been since I was pretty young—” Happens when you grow up in a whole damn family of Telepaths, “—and I always found law fascinating. So I decided to pursue a career that involved both. And I just sorta... ended up in IA.” I shrugged. “What do you do?”

“I work in finance.” —just like everybody else in my family, actually—don’t even know how Ollie got into it—he hated stuff like that when we were kids—glad I don’t work for his company though—sounds like a mess—

“Fun,” I replied. “Was that hard to get your cert—degree in?”

He shrugged. “Not really. Most everyone in my family works in finance. So when I got confused, I had a lot of help.”

“I know the feeling,” I said, nodding, remembering when my powers manifested and everyone in my family was there. Ready and raring to help me block out the sudden influx of unempowered minds until I learned to control my telepathy and keep it out. “That’s nice, y’know? Having people there for you—ready to help.”

“Oh, undoubtedly.” Geordi nodded. “So, any hobbies?” —wonder—like cooking?—same shows as me?—know Doctor Who isn’t as popular as it used to be when I was in high school—but I still like it—

Geordi didn’t notice me balling a fist in my jeans under the table. It would be very easy to get him to like me more by just spouting his own hopes out to him. I’d done it before on dates. Even if I’d had absolutely zero knowledge of Doctor Who, he’d think about his answers to his own questions about it that I could turn around and reword to him. I’d done it before on dates with unempowered people and it worked like a charm every time.

But... something in me balked at that. I liked Geordi. He was cute and goofy and charming—but so genuine and real in a way that I hadn’t felt in a long time. This wasn’t some blind date a friend from D.A.M.N. had forced me into with their unempowered pal from back home who was visiting for a couple days. I’d already been there and done that.

This was a nice, sweet guy with so much heart it would make even an Empath pause.

—oh, God, they’re hesitating—was that too personal?—thought it was idle small talk—getting to know each other—or maybe it’s like when someone asks your favorite song and immediately you forget the title of every song you’ve ever heard—really hope I didn’t freak them out—be just my luck—finally talk to the cutie on the sidewalk—just to immediately blow it by being awkward—dammit Geordi—

I sucked in a deep breath. “Well, I like video games,” I said. Geordi perked up. Oh. So I’d lighted on something he liked without even pulling it from his mind. Great.

You know what? I thought to myself. Let’s do this date the human way. I like him too much. The harder right over the easier wrong or something.

I pulled my magic out of his head.

“What games do you like? Console or PC?”

“Well, I think they both have their merits,” I said.

He smacked the table with both hands. “Thank you!” he exclaimed. “I’ve been saying that for years but my console gamer friends are like, ‘Nah, man! PC sucks!’ and my PC gamer friends go on six-hour-long rants as to why console gaming is inferior. But they both serve their purpose!”

I laughed. His enthusiasm was infectious. “I agree,” I said. “As for what games I like...” I hesitated, half-tempted to poke into his brain and see if we had any games in common. He’d probably be scrolling through a list of them right now unconsciously that I could pick up on. Pokémon, Halo, Overwatch—something. I dug my nails into the skin of my knee through my jeans and resisted the temptation. Human date. Get to know him the human way. “I’m a pretty decent fan of playing most Nintendo games. Especially party games like Smash.”

“You ever play Luigi’s Mansion?”

“I don’t think I have...”

“Well, maybe if this all goes well, we could play it sometime.”

I gave him a smile. “I’d like that.” I really would. I was kind of surprised how fun that sounded. Just hanging around, playing video games with a cute guy on a lazy Saturday—it sounded divine.

He smiled back. He had such a cute smile. “Great! What else do you like playing?”

I leaned back in the booth. “Well...” I chuckled.

[batpham-discord-highlights]

Jazz Drake: Part Three of Four

source: #ghosts-and-bats channel

1, 2, 3, 4

A

So, Tim shows up to the Batcave that night with his little sister in tow

And Bruce just

He can't

He can't be angry around her

She is, like, ten

And she's adorable

AK

An extremely cute but angry eight-year-old appears in ur mancave wyd

A

Smol Child: Mr. Batman, you're in big trouble if you don't take care of my big brother

Smol Child: If he gets hurt I will [insert creative threat that hints at medical competency]

Alfred: I believe this one is mine, Master Bruce

L

Oooohh Alfred's protégé

AK

Ok but like would she have a codename

A

She would wear what Alfred wears as Agent A, but miniature

G

yoooooo

didnt expect the Alfred twist

AK

Agent J

G

canonically alfred has a daughter btw

don’t think y'all use it but just to throw it here

AK

I just read about her while on dukes wiki I thin

Julia Pennyworth, right?

G

ye

agent J

A

She does but I'm not a big fan :/

Don't remember why

But yes, Agent J

AK

Anyone who is a civilian simply has the nickname agent letter

A

She continues to pursue an education as a doctor as well

G

alfred teaches her everything he knows

including where are the hidden guns

A

Yes

They go to the range every Tuesday

G

"Batman may have a no kill rule, but we pennyworths don’t"

"we?"

"a slip of the tongue, I’m afraid"

A

Bruce has an aneurysm when he finds out but knows he can't stop them

Jazz "Pennyworth" Drake

G

im living for this so much

this is such a gift

AK

Hrmmm what is the canonical age doff between duke and tim

I hate dc

A

I think Duke is maybe a year or two older

AK

Ok then it is reasonable that Danny and jazz are around the same age

G

let’s go with WFA ages

AK

It wasn't a twins au so yeah

G

so 18 or less

A

The thing is, Talia knows next to nothing about Agent J

She doesn't really go places that Talia has access to

I mean, there's school, I guess

And she'd probably know she's pursuing a medical career

But she's dismissed as any threat to Damian

Which turns out to be a m i s t a k e

AK

But like the thing you said about shooting ranges earlier makes me remember jazzes terrible aim in canon xd

G

Alfred fixes that

with good teaching and a lot of patience

demon child going down

fighting on the taco bell parking lot

letsgo

im having so much fun A

A

But yeah, she's suspicious of him in the first place so she lurks like Alfred taught her too

A way Damian isn't trained to sense with his league training

He pushes Tim off the ledge

She shoots him in the shoulder

Him being Damian

Thankfully, Tim is okay

And the bullet didn't hit anything vital

But, y'see, Darling Jazzy's worries about Damian are taken a lot more seriously than Tim's in canon

After all, she is also a child

They can't play the "He's younger, grow up" card on her

I

^ yes

A

Damian only tries one more time and is stopped similarly

This time the shot barely misses an artery

Alfred: Nice shot, Miss Jasmine

Alfred: Just as I taught you

Damian learns to respect the agents and adapts a lot faster to the new environment

Because it's made clear that attacking allies is u n a c c e p t a b l e

G

i love my ONLY sister

best sibling ever

"you are not even related"

A

And Jason

Oh boy

She isn't in a place to threaten him like she is with Damian

But she holds a grudge like you wouldn't believe

She doesn't talk to him

She only treats him when she has to

She glowers at him

G

alse she'd feel guilty because if only she'd been there she would have protected her brother

A

Yes, she absolutely does

[leiawritesstories]

Rowaelin at the movies XD

*giggles* thanks for the prompt!!

word count: 928

warnings: little bit of language, innuendo

enjoy!!!

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“Ro Ro RO!” Aelin yelled, hurrying down the sidewalk after her boyfriend. “Wait up!” 

Rowan stopped, turned, waiting for her to reach him. “What, babe?” 

Aelin caught her breath. “You know that new movie that just came out?” 

“Yeah, the one you’ve been fangirling about for what, like a year?” 

“Shut up,” she groaned. “Yeah, that one.” 

“What about it?” 

A grin broke across her face. “It’s $5 Tuesday, let’s go see it!” 

He tilted his head in the way he did when he wasn’t entirely sure she’d had a brilliant idea. “It’s Tuesday, Ae...” 

“So?” She just tugged him towards the parking lot, towards his car. “We can go to the 7:15 showing and still have time after for boring shit like homework, buzzard. Don’t be a grump.” 

He sighed, grinning at her. “All right, babe, let’s go.” 

“Yay!” she squealed, tossing her backpack into the backseat of his SUV and hopping in. “And yes, before you beg, we can go home first.” 

“Thank the gods,” Rowan groaned playfully, teasing her. 

She swatted his shoulder. “Don’t even start to think we’re not stopping at the dollar store to get shitty snacks before we go, babe.” 

“I would never keep you from your crappy candy, Ae.” 

“Smartass.” 

“You love it.” 

Yeah, she really did. 

Rowan took her to his house, where they dropped off their backpacks and, of course, grabbed a snack before he convinced her to do a little studying, telling her that she’d have more free time after the movie if she did homework now. 

“I hate it when you’re rational,” she grumbled. 

He kissed the top of her head. “Someone has to be.” 

“Ass.” She pinched his thigh, making him muffle a squawk. 

“Aelin.” The way his voice dipped not going unnoticed. 

She fluttered her lashes. “Homework, buzzard. Right?” 

“Tease,” he grumbled. 

Around six, they headed into town to the dollar store, where Aelin went right for the snacks aisle, taking her sweet sweet time browsing the array of cheap sugar bombs the store had to offer. She grabbed a couple boxes of her favorite candies, some chocolates, and a bag of pita chips for Rowan before finding him and going to pay. He rolled his eyes affectionately when he saw her armload of sweets. 

“Again, how the hell do you eat that shit?” 

“Because it’s yummy!” 

Rowan grunted something about sugar bombs and she pinched his side, waggling the bag of pita chips she’d found for him. 

“I could always put these back...”

“All right, all right, enjoy your sugar bombs, Ae.” 

“Oh, I will,” she purred, winking evilly at him. 

He choked on whatever he’d been about to say, barely managing to compose himself before they reached the cashier. Once out of the store, he whirled to her, mock outrage all over his face. “Fireheart!” His cheeks still flared red. 

“Yes?” she asked, all innocence. 

“You’re a menace,” he groaned. 

“But I’m your menace, buzzard.” She pecked a kiss onto his cheek. 

“That you are.” 

They got to the movie theater a little before seven and decided to get tickets at the window outside, rather than wait forever at the concessions counter. Rowan paid, ignoring Aelin’s insistence that it was $5 Tuesday, that she was more than okay paying for her own ticket, and laced his fingers with hers as they walked into the theater. 

“Let me treat you, babe.” It was his turn to wink. 

Well shit, when he put it like that, she was all agreements. “How considerate of you,” she hummed. 

They found seats pretty easily, Rowan insisting that the middle of the theater was the best place and Aelin just going along with him, because she knew very well what happened when she tried to convince her beloved but incredibly stubborn boyfriend that there were better seats somewhere else. Like the back of the theater, for example, where they could freely spend the whole movie watching something other than the screen. Aelin instantly reached for the popcorn, ignoring Rowan’s affectionate sigh as she grabbed a handful. 

“I’m hungry!” she defended. 

He smirked. “You always are, babe.” 

“Never seemed to bother you,” she purred, winking broadly. 

His smirk deepened, dark fire flickering in his eyes. “No indeed.” 

Rowan’s hand found a home on her thigh as the movie started, his thumb idly tracing circles atop her leggings. 

“Buzzard,” Aelin murmured. “Really?” 

“Just watch the movie, Fireheart,” he whispered back, no small amount of smugness on his tone. 

So she did just that, ignoring her boyfriend and the hand he’d settled on her thigh until the first jump scare of the thriller movie, which made her startle in her seat and jerk towards Rowan, whose arm went instantly around her shoulders. 

“You all right?” 

“Yeah.” But she stayed against him, leaning her head on his shoulder as the movie played on. She reached absentmindedly into the popcorn bucket, taking another handful, when her fingertips brushed something...hard? What the fuck? Without looking away from the movie, she reached lower, wrapping her hand around the foreign object in the popcorn bucket, and...

Holy shit.

Her fingers closed around something suspiciously phallic. 

“Really, babe?” she murmured, her free hand going atop his thigh. “Really?” 

His answering smirk said everything. 

So she closed her fist and yanked, freeing her toy from the popcorn bucket. 

“You know, there are better ways to insinuate that you want to go to the bathroom,” she hummed, brushing her thumb over the top of the toy in the most suggestive manner she could. 

Rowan hadn’t moved faster in his life. 

~~~

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[pixelchills]

Just read the most recent chapter! Kind of funny how Solar is strutting around the place like he owns it. No door shall ever stop him lol

Though this does make me curious. Why is he kept around, especially with all the trouble he causes? They don’t seem to have an issue with killing/harming animutants? I’m also curious about why Miles had Solar handcuffed instead of shocked. Is Solar basically immune to that kind of punishment? Is it something that just makes him violent? Is it a type of punishment not available to use on Solar? I just got so many questions sorry lol

Anywho I am brimming with excitement to see how Sun’s first day on the job goes! Genuinely hoping it goes well but just in case I am grabbing my anti-emotional damage shield and sword. I am concerned about the missing children that were mentioned earlier- that’s definitely gonna be brought up again, isn’t it? ;-; Also awwww poor sun and moon didn’t get to say goodbye :( Really glad Weston did give Sun that letter though!

And oh! My memory is kind of fuzzy but if I remember right level two animutants are like level threes except they can’t talk right? If that’s the case did Warrior loosen their grip on Sun because they felt bad? If so that’s kind of sad because I imagine then that means they’re not exactly happy about their job.

Well that’s all for now- sorry for my rambling, I just really like your story lol

Oh gosh! thank you for such a long message, I try to answer your wonders with my best ability!

Well, the thing is, Solar is considered smart. Not only by the doctors in the laboratory but the Fazbear team as well. So they thought it would've been wasted money to kill him, so they send him back and got him replaced (for free, probably). Solar was kept under a supervisor, he was handcuffed when he came, but he probably escaped his room to go see the training hall.

Miles didn't use the shock on Solar because he was probably advised not to; Solar had previous impulses of trying to remove the microchip by force; I would kinda throw in an idea that he would try to do it when he can 'feel' where it is. I don't really have any deeper thoughts for it, sorry XD

And uhh, as much as I'd love to write about Sunrise's first day at work, things are just going to go somewhat smoothly, I promise. The next chapter is basically going to be just an overview of what happens over a period of 8-9 years after Sunrise gets shipped.

And yes, you're almost correct. Level 2 Animutants are around the sentience level of an animal; while Level 3 Animutants are at the level of adult humans. Warrior understands most stuff he is told to, and obviously probably feels a bit bad for hurting Sunrise, they're not monsters even though they're trained to act like ones. I'd say it is similar to police dogs or something...

Thanks for the nice comment and thoughts! I'll most likely post the next chapter already tomorrow or on Tuesday morning, because I've actually finished writing Chapters 13 and 14 today. XD

We'll be finally introduced to Freddy and the gang as well~

[ask-dcf]

Update~

Hello all!~ How you all doing? Personally I’m good uwu Break has been nice. Been doing some reblogs and an ask on a few blogs yes. But I mostly been doing some behind the scenes stuff. Aaaaand joining a fun server to help out in what I can. I’ve also been playing my Pokémon violet game and trying to work on Felly a little. X…D Let’s just say if I ever wanna play her. I need to either homebrew some stuff or make a special curse like sheet. Which is tricky when your dm friend is so damn busy aaaaaaa-I may need to find a new campaign X….D (which is like going to the jungle to hunt for rare birds lol) Anyways I’m sure you are all wondering “Cc… WHERE THE FUCK ARE OUR WHOLESOME BEANS!?” and to that I say….. shut up-NO IM KIDDING LOL. As I said before I needed a bit of a break cuz I was getting overwhelmed a bit with distractions. My adhd mind has a bad habit of replying and looking at anyone who messages or talks to me. And when it’s 6 or 8 people at once I tend to…. X…D go all over the place. Before anyone says I should just go do not disturb and tell people not to talk to me. No. I don’t roll like that. It’s my own fault for spreading myself way too thin. Plus even if it happened twice. I rarely have so many people dm me at once. So I do not plan to change how I message or let people talk to me privately. I will go DND when I feel like I need a sec. But in the end I’ll be just fine.

“that’s nice and all Cc but where our BEANS?”

ASHFKFLDLEN SORRY I RAMBLED XD

Ok for real.

PLANS.

I Will possibly do some more backstage stuff. It will depend on the replies. Especially a certain gaster topic. Buuuut if I lucky today and have the resources I need. I may continue the asks today :3 So if I’m lucky we may see our group finally again uwu just remember to send wholesome asks. And be prepared to face some darkness stuff.

Also….. if all goes well…. Prepare for a special surprise coming TUESDAY so mark your calendars ewe

If you guys wanna send asks to the group now you are absolutely free to ^^ Just note it may be a while and with me having a job I may be a lot slower upon answering them. Till then. Have a safe and loving day all!~

[ace-culture-is]

Okay okay so story time!!

So on Tuesday I sat with some girls from my Advanced Physics class and while I was eating a cookie this guy sat right next to me and said hi. So of course I glared at him because fuck you why are you saying hi when my mouth is full XD

Anyway I finished eating and said the ceiling and then I shared some facts about the ocean and he and I didn’t chat for the rest of the day.

So today I sat near him and he said “what’s up” and I said “the ceiling” and then I was called to sit over by some girls which yes please I need frens.

Anyway as I was going to throw away my lunch I walked past him and well… here’s the convo XD

Him: Sascha I love you!

Me, without skipping a beat and leaving him behind in the lunchroom: no you don’t.

So yeah that’s my story and that response was very aroace lesbian of me 🖤

[doctorstethoscope]

Couldn’t Wait || A. Hotchner x Fem Reader

summary: reader has a hard time waiting for Aaron to get home from a case

pairing: soft!hotch x reader

warnings: oral, m receiving, penetrative sex, praise kink, degradation kink if you squint, cursing

18+ CONTENT MINORS DNI

wordcount: 1.6k

Aaron was completing paperwork on the otherwise silent jet when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He smiled when he saw your name and picture on the screen.

“Hi sweetheart,” he whispered, and you felt butterflies flutter in your stomach, even after two years of being together. 

“I miss you,” you whined by way of greeting. 

“I miss you too. I’ll be home in about an hour.” He tells you.

“Why are you whispering?” You asked. 

“Everyone else on the jet is asleep. Come to think of it, why are you awake?” He asked, a barely-perceptible air of concern floating around his question. 

“The bed’s cold,” you said noncommittally, and though he couldn’t see it, you shrugged. “So, you’re the only one awake?” You confirmed. 

“Uh, yeah,” Aaron said, distracted as he tried to quickly wrap up the paperwork so he could come home to you. 

You smiled to yourself. “Hmm, then I think you should check out the picture I just sent you.” 

“Baby--” he started, and the gravel in his tone shot right through you. But you were on a mission, and you couldn’t be distracted.

“It’ll be worth your while,” you promised. “Go ahead, stay on the line with me. I’ll wait.” 

Rolling his eyes, he did as he was told, and opened up the text from you, revealing a picture of you in a lacy lilac corset with matching panties and garters. He cleared his throat audibly and you let out a little giggle. “Is that, um. Are you--”

“Yes, I’m wearing it now.” You answer the question he couldn’t ask, saving him from his stammering. Aaron closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath. “Hurry home,” you told him in a sing-song voice. 

“I’ll see you soon. I love you,” he told you, as he always did.

“Love you.” 

Aaron was on his feet as soon as the wheels of the jet touched down. If anyone else on the team was making remarks about his hasty departure, he wasn’t sticking around to hear them. He didn’t have any way to defend himself, anyway. 

The door is unlocked when he arrives. “Honey, you know I don’t like it when--” He calls into the house, not realizing you are right behind the door. You stop him in his tracks as soon as he crosses the threshold, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and kissing him soundly. He drops his go bag and swings the door shut behind him in an instant, raising his recently-freed hands to the small of your back and the back of your head, deepening the kiss. 

“Couldn’t wait another second for you,” you whispered against his skin as you moved your mouth from his lips down towards his jaw and his neck, deftly undoing the knot of his tie and making quick work of the buttons of his shirt to expose more skin. 

“How’d I get this lucky?” He asked breathlessly, pulling back to gesture at your lingerie before leaning in to nip at your neck. Your hands scrambled for purchase against his back, the fabric of his shirt soft and surely wrinkling under your fingers.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” you confessed with a sigh as you tilted your head to give Aaron more access to the sensitive skin at the junction of your neck and shoulder.

“Good,” he whispers against your skin. “I want you to forget everything and everyone else but me.”  he smirked, his voice dropping on the last word as reached around to give your ass a quick tap. You moaned into his ear and he groaned in response. “You weren’t joking, huh? You really have been waiting all day. What a good girl.”  He asked as he took your ass in his hands, palming at your rear. “Are you wet for me already?” He asked, ghosting his finger over your panties. 

“God, Aaron, yes.” you moaned out. “All day. I wasn’t joking,” you affirmed. “Please,” you begged, looking up at him innocently and batting your eyelashes. You pushed his unbuttoned shirt off of his shoulders and he crouched, bringing his strong hands down to your thighs. You jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist so he could carry you to the bedroom. You could feel him, already hard against you, and you took advantage of your angle to run your hands through his hair and to leave marks all over the base of his throat. 

He placed you gently against the bed, your hair fanning out around you. He stood over you, taking you in as you laid there, chest rising and falling heavily, eyes lidded with desire and a blush in your cheeks.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he tells you, pulling his undershirt over his head before climbing over you on the bed and leaning in to kiss and suck over the exposed skin of your chest. You brought your hands back to his hair, tugging and pulling in all the ways you knew he liked. He groaned, and you felt it radiate through you. Aaron moved his focus down, hooking two fingers into the sides of your panties and pulling them down, replacing them with open mouthed kisses to your inner thighs. 

“Aaron, wait.” you gasped out. 

“I think you’ve waited long enough, sweetheart. Don’t you?” He asked, still sitting poised at your entrance. He looked up at you tenderly and you could have come completely undone right then and there. 

“I want to take care of you first,” you told him. “Stand up,” you commanded, climbing off the bed and slinking to the floor in front of him. The corset wasn’t the most comfortable of your sexy outfits, but when he raked his eyes over your chest, you were glad you kept it on.

“You look so pretty on your knees for me,” he says with a reverence that almost knocks you over. “So fucking sexy,” he adds in a low growl, and you blush as you look down towards the ground, smiling. You reached for his belt, ridding him of the piece of leather before taking care of his slacks and boxers. You put one hand at the base of him and looked up. 

“Aaron,” you whispered.

“Yeah,” he hissed out. 

“Don’t be gentle.” you told him before taking him into your throat. He groaned, throwing his head back in pleasure. 

“So naughty,” he said with a wicked smile. “Such a dirty girl,” he moaned out as you bobbed up and down on his cock. He thrusted his hips as he took your hair in his hands, forcing himself further down your throat. “Such a good girl, you’re doing so good. Take it all.” 

You continued, motivated by his praise, until he found his release in your mouth. You swallowed before standing up and tilting your chin toward him for a kiss, which he granted, bringing a tender hand up to cradle your face. 

“That was one hell of a welcome home,” he murmured to you.

“There’s more where that came from,” you remind him, although you know he hasn’t forgotten. He’s never once left you unsatisfied. You climb back into bed, reaching behind you to release the clasp of the corset. You toss it off to the side of the room and collapse back into the mattress, letting out a deep breath.

“All this time you couldn’t breathe in that thing?” Aaron scolded you gently, shaking his head even as his fond smile betrayed him. 

“Can we do the lecture on safe seduction practices later? I need you to fuck me,” you whined, looking up at him. That was all it took. His eyes darkened and he slipped into you in an instant, dropping his head to your shoulder and leaving delicate kisses there as he thrusted in and out of you. 

“Shit, Aaron.” You moaned out, not sure if you could say anything more coherent. 

“You feel so good, baby. You make me feel so good,” he said, nipping at your neck before snaking a hand in between the two of you so he could rub at your clit. 

“Fuck. Aaron, if you keep doing that--” you started to warn, but he cut you off. 

“I know, baby. Go ahead, you’ve earned it.” He kissed your forehead as you spasmed around him, riding you through your high. Once your breathing evened out, he rolled over. 

“So, is now a good time for the lecture on safe seduction practices, or--”

“I didn’t hear you complaining when it was on.” You teased him.

“No, and you won’t. But I like you better when you can breathe, and you didn’t have to go to all that trouble just for me.” 

“Trust me, hearing boss man SSA Hotchner tripping over his words because of one little picture was reward enough.” 

“For the record, I also like you better when you leave the door locked. Especially when I’m not home.” He continued with his lecture. 

You let out a little chuckle and rolled your eyes. “I heard you coming, worry wart. I promise you the door has been locked for all of the past three days except for when I was passing through it and when I heard you coming down the hall.” 

“Three days?”

“Well, you left on Tuesday, and it’s… technically Friday morning, now.”

“Felt longer. Missed you,” he said, reaching out to take your hand in his, kissing your knuckles. 

“Well, you have three nights of cuddling to make up for, and I intend to cash in.” 

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[findingjoynweirdstuff]

Dream SMP Recap (June 21/2021) - Prison Podcast: Ep. 1

Techno and Dream start a podcast together. Divine intervention occurs.

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VOD LINKS:

Ponk

Foolish

Technoblade

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- Ponk commits arson

- Foolish works on Las Nevadas in a Batman skin and gets Slime a slime

- Techno and Dream are together in prison. Techno asks if they ever get fed and Dream tosses him some potatoes that he’s been saving. Sam hasn’t been there in two weeks

- Dream tells Techno they torture him

Techno: “You’re getting tortured?”

Dream: “Yes!”

Techno: “Bro I cannot relate at all. That is a you problem. Maybe I’m just like their favorite prisoner so they don’t do that.”

Dream: “They haven’t even been here since you got in here!”

Techno: “That --that could -- also po-- maybe it’s ‘cause they just know that I’m their favorite prisoner. They don’t even have to check up on me ‘cause I’m just so obedient.”

- Dream walks over to the lava

Dream: “I have been in here! For months!”

Techno: “Oh yeah!”

- Dream tosses a potato in the lava

Dream: “Does this hurt you?”

Techno: “...I mean a little.”

- Dream throws another

Techno: “How many of those do you have to be throwin’ them away, man?”

Dream: (mumbling as he walks back) “O-okay well I don’t have that much [unintelligible].”

- Techno comments on how wasteful the Netherite block floor is. He wonders how long it takes to punch through it

- He asks what Dream does for fun. Dream says nothing now. He tells Techno about how he used to have a clock that he’d throw in the lava to get Sam to visit. Techno thinks it sounds like Dream was vandalizing his own property

Dream: “It was something to do, but now there’s nothing.”

Techno: “Well, at least we can hang out and be friends.”

- He starts going up to Dream and bumping them

Techno: “Friendsss.”

Dream: (walking away) “Personal space!”

Techno: “Frie -- bro what personal space! We’re locked in this tiny room!”

- Techno goes over to the lava wall instead

- Dream spends most of his free time writing his diary. Techno asks if he’s published anything to Wattpad

Dream: “...No...”

Techno: “You hesitated.”

- Techno asks for Dream’s pen name. Dream insists he’s never written on Wattpad

Techno: “So it’s a different website, is what you’re saying.”

- Dream instead wants to focus on getting out of prison. Techno asks for his ideas, but Dream says it should be Techno with the ideas

Techno: “Eh, yeah, I’ll get to it later man.”

- Techno encourages Dream to have a more optimistic outlook. Dream says that at least he’s not been tortured since Techno’s been here

Techno: “You gotta go with the flow!”

- Dream walks over to the lava

Techno: “Not that flow -- not -- not that flow. No -- no, don’t go -- don’t go into that flow!”

- Dream steps into the lava and sets himself on fire, then goes over to the water to extinguish it

Techno: “That’s the better flow right there.”

Dream: “See? It’s -- it’s exhilarating.”

Techno: “That’s just -- I would not recommend that. That is not healthy behavior, alright. I think you should see a psychologist.”

Dream: “WHERE?!”

Techno: “I dunno, what kinda prison is this? They don’t have psychologists?”

Dream: “They don’t have anything! They have torture --”

Techno: “I’m startin’ to think they don’t care about our human rights all that much. You were sayin’ you were getting tortured? Who’s been torturing you?”

Dream: “Quackity!”

Techno: “Yeah, that adds up.”

Dream: “Every day!”

- Dream says that Quackity’s torturing him for the revive book, and Techno asks more about how the revival process works. Dream explains that to revive people, he gets a book and then burns it

- Techno asks if it’s an incantation. After learning what ‘incantation’ means, Dream says it’s something like that. He isn’t sure how Schlatt got it in the first place, but he memorized the book and can recreate it

- Techno suggests Dream give the knowledge to him as insurance, but Dream refuses, as they might go after Techno. Techno asks to see the book, but Dream still doesn’t

Dream: “This is like the house situation all over again.”

Techno: “Oh yeah...well on the bright side, you’re not homeless anymore!”

Dream: “True...this is -- to be fair, I did say I had a giant house. This is pretty giant.”

Techno: “It is filled with redstone! I didn’t think you were telling the truth, but here you are. Here you are...how much is rent to live in this boiling cell every day?”

Dream: “It’s...free.”

Techno: “God, that’s incredible.”

Dream: “Except for I get tortured every day!”

Techno: “Well I mean, California rent prices are basically torture so, you know, you take what you can get man, come on.”

- The subject returns to how they haven’t been visited in two weeks. Dream asks what they’re going to do when they get out, but Techno hasn’t thought that far ahead

- Dream writes in his diary that Techno admitted he has a house

- Dream asks Techno about life. When Techno isn’t in a cell, he usually trains to find new forms of combat to get ahead in the arms race for the fight against government

- He also plays golf

- Techno hasn’t spoken to Tommy, hasn’t seen him. He thinks Tommy stole some things from his house a while ago

- Dream then asks how his horse is doing. Techno tells him about his pet foxes and Steve (who is going to break him out of there any second)

- Dream writes these down in his book because it’s hard for him to remember things

- Dream asks who’s feeding his pets. Techno says that Steve can feed himself and it’ll probably be fine for Carl to find grass

- Techno pronounces it as “gif”

- He asks if Dream would like to start a podcast. The Prison Podcast

- Dream wonders what would happen if he tried to revive someone who wasn’t dead

Dream: “What if I try and revive you? What if it goes wrong?”

Techno: “Maybe there’ll be two of me. And then we can be double friends. Wouldn’t that be nice? Two Technoblades?”

Dream: “Well, doubles the likelihood of me getting out of here, but...”

Techno: “Exactly, exactly. The next time they come to visit us in prison, there’s just gonna like be thirty-five Technoblades. And when they try to torture you, I can be like a human meat shield and just wave after wave of Technoblades swarms them and just beats them up.”

- Techno’s okay with trying it, so Dream writes a book and burns it. When they turn around, though, it’s DreamXD who appears

- Techno remembers XD as the person who broke his table, some sort of god

Techno: “You cloned the wrong person! Dream, you fool! Look at him! ...You know that’s actually something I’ve been meaning to ask you -- how come God looks exactly like you? That feels like a question that should’ve occurred to me earlier.”

- Dream doesn’t answer, confused, but asks what they should do. Techno tries talking to him

DreamXD: what are you doing

Techno: chilling

DreamXD: what do you want summoning me

Techno: yo can you grant a wish

DreamXD: one

Techno: i want a bell

- DreamXD gives them a bell and leaves just in time for the sellout timer to go off. Dream is outraged that Techno would spend their wish on a bell and goes over to stare into the lava while Techno enthusiastically rings it

- Dream wonders what Sam and Quackity will say when they see the bell. They try standing next to each other in front of the bell to block the view

- They can’t summon DreamXD a second time

- They talk a bit more about the books. Dream gives Techno some potatoes (in Techno’s inventory he also has four books by Dream, one of which is titled “information”)

- Dream asks about why Techno rings the bell. Techno says it’s about the rituals, and Dream comments that he put a bell in Church Prime (“which is not to be spoken of here”)

- Techno asks if Dream can even get Twitch Primes and claims that Dream is a heretic due to not being under contract. Dream isn’t profiting off of anyone

- Dream has 51 potatoes remaining

Techno: “So uh...got any friends? Hang out with anybody? You know, before the whole thrown in prison thing?”

Dream: “Not really...I did, and then they...turned against me.”

Techno: “Ah. I know that feeling man, I know that feeling.”

Dream: “Just being betrayed by your closest friends...”

Techno: “Ah yeah, happens all the time. Every Tuesday, really.”

Dream: “I’ve been visited by a few people.”

Techno: “Pog, pog. Did any of them like, not try to torture or kill you?”

Dream: “...Yeah?”

Techno: “He hesitated.”

Dream: “Well...Sapnap didn’t torture and kill me, but then he said if I get out of here, he would.”

Techno: “You GOTTA raise your standards, man. You gotta raise your stand-- you’re just getting treated like dirt out here, man. That is just sad. That is just sad! You gotta meet some new people, man.”

Dream: “I think BadBoyHalo treated me the best, probably.”

Techno: “BadBoyHalo, you say?”

Dream: “He treated me the best, probably, when he visited me before.”

Techno: “Yeah, I’m pretty sure he’s like a cult leader or something, actually, I hate to break it to you.”

Dream: “Wait, what?!”

Techno: “Yeah, there was like this Egg thing...I wasn’t quite clear on what was going on.”

Dream: “That was months ago! He visited me like four months ago, five months ago.”

- Techno talks a bit about how he attacked the Egg cult, “big crossover episode.” Dream asks when was the last time the two of them -- Dream and Techno -- spoke. It was Doomsday, a while ago

- Dream asks about current events, but Techno isn’t the best person to ask about that. Tubbo has a new commune called Snowchester that Techno’s still a bit suspicious of

- Dream asks how Ranboo is. Techno offhandedly mentions that Tubbo might have nukes, maybe as a hobby. Maybe the crater was just Tubbo trying to scare him

- Dream doesn’t know a lot about the outside world. Ranboo used to visit a lot -- the most of everyone until Quackity -- a while ago, but then he stopped. Sapnap, Ranboo, Tommy, Bad and Quackity all visited 

- He then comments that Techno seems to like potatoes. Techno asks how Dream knows Ranboo, which Dream says is “a long story.” Then Dream says he doesn’t know Ranboo that well, he just visited a couple times

- Dream asks about the plan to get out again. Techno says that even with the mining fatigue, they can still break blocks. But most of the blocks would set off the alarms, so he suggests the block beneath the toilet

- Even if they break the blocks, there’s an Elder Guardian beneath the cell

Techno: “I can take him...hey, how ‘bout I jump in there, I start beatin’ it up, and if I somehow die despite my elite martial arts prowess, you can just bring me back and I can jump in again and keep beatin’ it up, and then if I die you can just bring me back and I’ll jump in and I’ll keep beatin’ it up.”

- If people come to check on them, one of them can be the lookout

- Techno directs Dream to start punching the block for 24 hours, promising to feed potatoes to him while he punches if he gets hungry

- Dream starts punching

Techno: “What are they gonna do if they catch us, put us in double jail, man?”

- They continue chatting as Dream punches, wondering why the icon for the mining fatigue effect is a spoon. Dream talks about the cat they used to have in there. Eventually the sellout timer goes off again.

Techno starts ringing.

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Upcoming events remain the same.