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warning this is loooongg: •the cast arent part of the center yet (more later) in the early seasons •martin mystery could be a composite of dewey and reese; already being childlike with glee and not being very bright. diana as lois is understandable but she could pass off for malcolm quite well; being smart and sometimes snarky. malcolm in his show has shown to be rageful too; hes just less explosive about it. • as everyones insane here; diana is much more of a hypocrite in this (1/4)
Sorry for the delay! I have a hectic life outside of tumblr and I take forever to reply to asks that are this long.
This idea kinda works if we're talking about a parody and we focus in what happens in Martin and the gang's daily life when they aren't taking missions. Martin's thoughts are WILD sometimes but they are not as dysfunctional as some of the stuff happening in Malcolm in the Middle. I don't really imagine one show being like the other because they have different ways to amuse spectators.
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wake up babe, a new ot3 just launched
#9-1-1#911 abc#911edit#eddie diaz#tommy kinard#evan buckley#buddie#buddietommy#bucktommy#eddietommy#userkayla#userabs#oneawkwardcookie#alielook#tusersonny#tuserzee#userkit#L edits things#this came from my own mouth when abi and kayla asked me if the first two are that then what is buck? and this was my answer
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Hello! I would like to request a realistic aftermath of the shotgun amputation ;)
🐰 Okay, so, this was discussed on Discord prior to Torch's request (thank you Torch!) and Cas really thought we should get to see Kaitlyn plucking buckshot out of Dylan's arm. You're not actually supposed to do that, but it IS realistic that a bunch of teens/young adults might not know that. This is another long one from me because I'm incapable of being brief, but so far I've I've gotten positive feedback on my 'ficlets' that are so long they're basically just one-shots. I started my Quarry fanfic writing career with chainsaw hurt/comfort, so of course I had to inject some of that here! Hope you enjoy! :3
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When Ryan shoots Dylan’s hand off with his shotgun on the floor of the radio hut, he really doesn’t have time to panic. Some kind of black venom is visibly spreading up Dylan’s arm and, at that moment, Ryan agrees that it needs to be stopped. So, he stops it. He doesn’t second guess that decision at the time, because something huge and ugly is stalking the two of them and their fellow counselors. The fact that he’s just blown the left hand off the boy he’s spent the better part of the evening casually flirting with, the one he kissed for the first time a few hours before, can barely sink in because he’s trying so hard to finish engineering the feedback loop and keep them all alive. But once he’s sounded that earsplitting noise and chased the immediate danger away, Ryan’s better able to take in the horror of the scene that remains.
Dylan lies in a pool of his own blood, and the unrecognizable lump of tissue that used to be a hand sits inches from the mutilated end of his wrist. There are holes in the floor where buckshot has passed through Dylan’s flesh and bone entirely and into the aged wood. Ryan, still fueled by adrenaline, tells him his plan worked. He is genuinely impressed with Dylan’s ingenuity.
“It did the trick,” he says, “Nice work, Dylan.”
The bloodied boy on the floor begins laughing in a way Ryan finds deeply concerning, as if he’s completely delirious, before the chaos in front of him seems to sober him up. “Oh fuck, my hand!” Dylan exclaims, like he’s just noticed it. “Why did you do that?!”
“You told me to!” Ryan bites back in disbelief.
Does he really not remember?
“That was a bad idea,” Dylan admits, still holding pressure to the bleeding stump of his left arm, “aw fuck.”
At that very moment, the door bursts open, scaring the absolute shit out of both the boys. It’s Kaitlyn, likely having heard the gunshot and certainly the sound that followed. She’s come to see what’s become of the two of them.
Kaitlyn manages to get out the words, “You guys all right… in… here?” before she begins processing the gruesome scene in front of her. Ryan watches her take in the handless Dylan, the pool of blood, and the detached former hand in silence, her mouth hanging slightly open for a moment.
“‘Sup Kaitlyn?” Dylan drawls from the pool of blood he’s lying in. He gives her a slight nod as a greeting since his one remaining hand is busy holding back arterial spray from where his other hand was once attached.
“What the fuck?!” Kaitlyn says breathlessly, “what the fuck happened here?!”
“I—he—that thing bit Dylan’s hand and I, uh…” Ryan struggles to explain the situation, struggles to even understand it himself.
Kaitlyn looks from Dylan to Ryan and back again, over and over, finally clocking Ryan’s bloodied face and the shotgun in his hand. Her shock gives way to fury. “Oh—oh my god, Ryan, what the fuck have you done?!”
“He—” Ryan points at Dylan like a child tattling to an adult, “he told me to!”
“I would really like for the record to show,” Dylan says, entirely too steady for the state he’s in, “that I said ‘cut it off.’ Not shoot. Cut. There’s a perfectly good chainsaw right over there.” He jerks his head toward the workbench where the chainsaw sits along with the other power tools.
“Why?! Dylan, why on earth would you say that?!” Kaitlyn asks. She wheels around to face Ryan without giving Dylan a chance to answer, “and why would you listen to him?!”
Kaitlyn glares at Ryan like she might bite him. He thinks he would probably deserve that. He can’t seem to get a word out to explain why blasting a hand off with a shotgun seemed like a good idea at the time but, for better or worse, Dylan is still fairly talkative despite his devastating injury.
“Hey, it’s okay Kaitlyn,” Dylan says, trying his best to sound normal and not quite achieving it, “you kinda had to be here to get the full effect, I guess, but there was this black stuff going up my arm, and we had to stop it before it got any higher, and this did stop it! I’m okay, really… I mean, I’m not, but it doesn’t hurt. I don’t even feel it. Which is… weird, right? I feel like having your hand shot off should hurt more than this.”
“It’s probably the adrenaline,” Kaitlyn explains, “or else you’re going into shock. Either way you’re going to be in a world of hurt sooner or later. You’ve probably got a bunch of buckshot still in your arm. Jesus fucking Christ, I can’t leave the two of you alone for a minute.”
Ryan thinks this is a somewhat unfair assessment of what they’ve accomplished here, given that Dylan’s plan and Ryan’s execution of it saved Kaitlyn’s ass as well as theirs. Dylan, for his part, laughs at Kaitlyn, because he’s apparently gone insane and lost all fear of death. Kaitlyn looks like she’s considering snatching Ryan’s gun, blowing Dylan’s head off, and calling it a total loss instead of trying to patch him up. She inhales deeply and lets it back out, as if meditative breathing will repair the rift in reality they’re currently experiencing.
“Ryan get the first aid kit,” she says, her tone more measured now, “we have to stop the bleeding before we move him, but if we can get Dylan down to the poolhouse, we’ll at least have running water to rinse this wound off. That’s where I sent Abi and Nick when I headed up here.” Kaitlyn kneels next to Dylan, then she grabs his arm roughly and he cries out in pain. “Stop moving so much!” she snaps, though the boy with the shot-off hand has barely moved a muscle.
“Fucking hell, Kaitlyn, be careful!” Ryan barks at her, and Kaitlyn’s head whips to the side to face him with a challenging look.
“Oh, I’m sorry Ryan, should I be as careful as you were when you turned Dylan’s hand into raw fucking meatloaf?” The boys are speechless at her outburst.
Wow, Kaitlyn’s being a kind of a bitch, Ryan thinks, and then it clicks in Ryan’s head that she’s not actually angry, not at him or at Dylan, she’s afraid. This is what fear looks like on Kaitlyn Ka, who he’d mistakenly thought was fearless. It’s raw and ferocious. Other than Jacob, who she’s known most of her life, Dylan’s the person she’s closest to at camp. Kaitlyn expresses her concern like a mother bear and if Ryan isn’t careful he really might get mauled by her before whatever the fuck bit Dylan gets a chance to sink its teeth into him.
Kaitlyn fashions a tourniquet out of bandages and a screwdriver, warning Dylan that it’s going to hurt, and Dylan winces as she twists the metal tool over and over to tighten it around his forearm, just below his elbow. She hands him a bottle of what appears to be ibuprofen from the nurse’s station, saying it’s the last of the supply after she gave some to Nick.
“Ooh, fun,” Dylan says, throwing back the pills and swallowing them dry, and Ryan can feel Kaitlyn rolling her eyes at him even if he can’t see it.
The bleeding appears to stop, though there’s so much blood already that it’s difficult to tell. It seems stable enough that the three of them can set out for the poolhouse. Dylan is a bit wobbly at first but once he gets a few steps in he seems steady on his feet. Kaitlyn and Ryan flank him with Kaitlyn on the left holding onto his injured arm. Ryan carries the first aid kit with him, even though there’s another one in the poolhouse. It can’t hurt to have more supplies.
On the way, they get into a minor argument about whether the pellets of buckshot from the shotgun shell should be removed from Dylan’s arm or left in. Ryan thinks they should come out, he’s seen that in a number of TV shows and movies and while he knows those aren’t always accurate, he doesn’t think it seems right to leave foreign bodies in a wound. Kaitlyn is more hesitant. She knows that doctors will remove pellets from wounds but if they’re deep they might do more damage trying to remove them. In the end, Dylan says it’s his arm and therefore they’re his buckshot pellets and he should get a say, and he thinks they should compromise and get the ones that seem close enough to the surface to grab with tweezers and leave the others.
When the three of them make it into the poolhouse, Abi has Nick laid out by the showers, resting on a stack of rolled towels. She turns to them, saying “I was wondering when you guys would…” and is cut off at the sight of Dylan’s bloody arm stump. She shrieks. “Oh my god, ohh my god Dylan, what happened?!” Abi is keeping her eyes off of Dylan’s arm. She looks like she might cry, or faint, and Ryan watches, stunned, as Dylan tries to comfort her instead of the other way around.
“It’s okay Abi,” he says, a little too jovially, “just a flesh wound.”
“It’s literally not,” Ryan corrects him, thinking of the bits of bright white bone he could see in the remains of Dylan’s obliterated hand, and Dylan shakes his head at him to keep him from saying anything else.
Kaitlyn explains the situation much more succinctly than either of the boys could, then she sends Abi to find the poolhouse first aid kit while she and Ryan drag Dylan over to the sinks to rinse his wound in warm water. Dylan flinches when they direct the flow of the water over the end of his wrist but he doesn’t pull away. As the coagulated blood is rinsed away, Ryan can see exposed bone at the end of Dylan’s arm and several perfectly round holes that, as Kaitlyn predicted, almost certainly contain pieces of buckshot. The sight of it makes his stomach clench with guilt and worry.
Kaitlyn sits on the floor, picking through the two first aid kits for what she needs. She assembles gauze, more bandages, a small set of forceps, only slightly larger than standard tweezers, that Ryan assumes were intended for pulling splinters out of campers, some rubbing alcohol, an empty glass bottle she’s found to corral the pellets in—Ryan thinks it likely once contained apple juice, though the label has been peeled off—and a lidocaine spray intended for sunburns. It’s the best they have, under the circumstances.
Kaitlyn tells Ryan to join her on the floor and instructs Dylan to essentially sit between Ryan’s legs. Dylan raises an eyebrow at this and Ryan sighs and gestures at him to hurry up. Dylan sits where he’s told.
“This is not going to be fun,” Kaitlyn warns Dylan, then she looks to Ryan and says, “you’re going to have to hold him down, hold his arm still so I don’t cause any more damage.”
Ryan swallows and holds Dylan’s left arm down, pinning it between his own arm and his bent knee with his hand steadying the wounded forearm just below the wrist. He reaches over Dylan’s right shoulder with his right arm and presses his hand to the middle of the injured boy’s chest, encouraging Dylan to lean back against him. It’s already pretty intimate, with Dylan's head resting on Ryan’s shoulder, and then Dylan grabs Ryan’s hand with his and interlocks their fingers, needing something to hold onto.
“Okay,” Dylan tells Kaitlyn, “let’s get this over with.”
Kaitlyn dunks the forceps in the rubbing alcohol and sprays around the wound and all the pellet holes she can find with the lidocaine spray. It’s not very strong, and she tells Dylan it’s only going to numb the surface, everything below that he’s going to feel. He nods, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth, and Kaitlyn gets to work.
The first pellet is close to the surface and Ryan watches it pop out of Dylan’s skin easily with the fascination some people feel for those pimple extraction videos online. Kaitlyn drops it into the glass bottle where it makes a satisfying plinking sound.
“Oh!” says Dylan, that wasn’t so—OW!” He’s spoken too soon, and before Dylan can finish his statement, Kaitlyn has gone back in for another pellet. This one must be deeper, she has to fish around where the anesthetic spray hasn’t been able to reach before it comes out. Dylan has a vice-grip on Ryan’s hand by the time this one joins the other in the glass bottle.
“Two down,” Kaitlyn says, “only… six or so to go?”
“Awesome,” Dylan says sarcastically, and even in the dim light of the poolhouse, Ryan thinks he looks paler than usual.
Dylan is clearly in pain now as Kaitlyn digs for buckshot in his forearm and Ryan feels terrible about the choices he’s made. He’d thought the shotgun would be cleaner than the chainsaw, leave less chance for infection than a rusty tool Chris Hackett uses to carve up firewood, but Kaitlyn doesn’t seem to think it would’ve make that big a difference. She had warned him about the shotgun’s spread earlier, and though he’d taken the shot pretty close to his target, they certainly wouldn’t be playing this very advanced game of Operation right now if he’d gone for the chainsaw instead. On top of everything, the light from Abi’s phone flashlight keeps wavering, making it difficult for Kaitlyn to see what she’s doing.
“For fuck’s sake, Abi, can’t you hold that thing steady?!” Ryan snaps before he can stop himself.
“Ryan!” Kaitlyn chastises him as another pellet of buckshot clinks into the glass bottle.
“I’m trying! You know the sight of blood makes me nauseous!” Abi nearly sobs the words and Ryan immediately feels bad, realizes he can, in fact, feel even worse than he had a moment ago. He’d forgotten how much she hates blood. She’d nearly fainted earlier in the summer when one of her campers had a nosebleed. It’s a rough night for all of them, certainly roughest for Dylan and Nick, but Ryan finds some sympathy for Abi—it’s a particularly bad night for anyone who hates the sight of blood.
“Sorry,” he mutters lamely.
“It’s all right,” Abi says, “I’ll try to do better.”
Ryan doesn’t think of himself as having a particularly comforting presence, but for Dylan he does his best, murmuring a steady stream of reassuring nonsense like he might if his little sister crawled in bed with him after having a nightmare back home. “It’s okay,” he says, “it’s okay, you’re okay. Just hang on, all right?This’ll be over soon. I’ve got you. Just stay with me, Dylan. I’m here. I’m right here and I’ve got you.”
It’s bullshit, he knows it and Dylan probably knows it too—his wounded friend is in bad shape and Ryan hasn’t got shit, nothing is under control and nothing is okay, but Dylan squeezes his hand, his head turned so the right side of his face is pressed against Ryan’s shoulder, and Ryan can tell he’s trying very hard to be brave. Dylan holds back from crying out for the most part, expressing his pain through bitten off groans that he tries but can’t quite silence. Occasionally, he sucks air through his teeth and swears. Dylan’s trembling a little and sweating and he sniffles from time to time because he can’t keep the tears from streaming down his face, dampening the fabric of Ryan’s Cult Damage t-shirt.
Kaitlyn digs for a pellet at the very end of Dylan’s wrist, and he’s completely quiet for a moment, then he goes limp in Ryan’s arms.
“Oh, shit. Dylan?” Ryan hears the panic in his own voice when he speaks.
“Fuck, he passed out.” Kaitlyn pats at Dylan’s cheek, not all that gently but not quite hard enough to qualify as a smack. It does nothing to rouse him. Her fingers press into the side of his neck to feel his pulse, but she doesn’t seem overly concerned with whatever she finds there. Ryan can feel Dylan breathing, but he’s terrified by this development just the same.
“What? Why would that happen?!” He demands of Kaitlyn. “Why now?”
“I don’t know!” Kaitlyn says, “Pain, I guess. Shock? Maybe that last pellet was near a nerve? I barely scraped a B in anatomy.”
“Blood loss?” Abi offers, her expression grave. She looks over at Nick, who adjusts his position a little, and then turns her attention back to Dylan.
“Let’s just get this finished,” Kaitlyn says, “then we can get him cleaned up.”
She plucks three more pellets from Dylan’s arm, dropping them into the bottle, and then declares that if there are any more, he’ll need an x-ray to find them and trying to dig for them blindly would do way more harm than good. She sends Abi to the sink for a couple of wet washcloths and Kaitlyn wipes down Dylan’s arm while Abi dabs at his face.
Dylan begins to stir, finally, as Kaitlyn is working to bandage his wound. Ryan watches his face intently as he comes around, his brows scrunching and relaxing, eyes moving behind his closed lids. He groans softly before his eyes flutter open and he blinks up at Ryan, seeming to search Ryan’s face for clues as to what the fuck is even happening right now.
“Dylan,” Ryan says, relief washing over him, “hey! You’re awake.”
“G’morning Hacketteers,” Dylan rasps weakly, his voice a pale imitation of the one that has boomed out over the PA all summer. “What’s for breakfast?”
“Cap’n Crunch,” Kaitlyn says, rattling the bottle of pellets, “it’s the ‘Oops! All Buckshot’ flavor, unfortunately.”
“Oh, no thanks,” Dylan snorts, “I’m full.” He looks down at the bandaged end of his left forearm. “Though… less full than I used to be, apparently.”
Dylan’s jokes are as obnoxious as ever and Ryan is thanking the cosmic space gods that he’s coherent enough to make them.
As Kaitlyn finishes taping up the bandages, Dylan looks down at his remaining hand and seems to realize it’s still loosely entwined with Ryan’s. He grips Ryan’s hand and Ryan squeezes his right back.
“Thanks you guys,” Dylan says, almost uncharacteristically earnest, and Ryan is reminded of their conversation about his blasé persona and ‘Dylan-Dylan,’ which feels like it happened weeks ago.
“Don’t mention it,” Kaitlyn says with a smile, “just, never do anything this stupid again if you can help it, please.”
Dylan nods. Ryan doesn’t really need to hold onto him anymore, but he is just the same.
“I’m just glad you’re still with me, buddy,” Ryan says in a half whisper.
“Oh, I’m not going anywhere, Ryan. You know how the old saying goes, ‘hand a man a gun, he shoots for a day, shoot a man’s hand off with your gun and you have to, um, let him hold your hand in the hand that he has left. Forever. Or at least for one date. But probably forever.’”
“Yeah,” Ryan deadpans, “I can see how that became a proverb for sure. Real snappy.”
Kaitlyn bursts out laughing. Even Abi giggles at this, putting a hand on Dylan’s shoulder before hurrying back over to check on Nick.
“What? He can shoot my hand off but I can’t shoot my shot? Seems unfair. I—”
Dylan’s words are cut off when Ryan leans down and kisses him on the mouth, his hands pressing to either side of Dylan’s face. It’s the only thing he can think to do to express his relief and concern and gratitude at that moment, to say that he’s sorry but also not. And another feeling is in the mix there, something soft but undeniable and deeply unfamiliar, something that, Ryan’s terrified to realize, might actually be love.
“Let’s save our strength with some quiet time, hm?” he says, still holding Dylan’s face in his hands.
Dylan looks back at him, awestruck. He nods, slowly, and then there’s a gunshot outside. A howl of inhuman agony follows and then a splash.
Something big has just landed in the pool.
#the quarry#one shot#the quarry fanfic#ryan erzahler#dylan lenivy#amputee dylan lenivy#who picks shotgun though?! (Sorry Kat)#asked and answered#rylan bias forever#rylan#radioheads#dylan x ryan#ryan x dylan#kaitlyn ka#abi blyg#nick furcillo is present but he's having slime time#mild canon divergence#canon-typical gore#written by bunny
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i'm demisexual, but i somehow feel sexual attraction to fictional characters and celebrities. albeit, it's a pretty limited group, mostly just my favorites from my hyperfixations. i think it's because i'm sex-favorable and my brain likes to find people i can fantasize about, but it makes me feel like i am an invalid aspec person. my friends joke about how i'm "not a true demisexual" and it makes me really upset but i don't really know how to set boundaries.
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#These are the types of asks I want to reply to to show people they are not alone but the energy escapes me.#Anon I am with you and I have your answers. We are together in this#Mod aby#asexual#aask#asexuality#ace#grey ace#demisexual#ef
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How bout 🎭 Your favourite character to write for?
btw i read all of your Jily-tober fics and they were amazing!
thank you!!! xx
okay so james has a special place in my heart, because i think james (at least my iteration of him) and i process the world similarly so i get to take my own worldviews and make them Hot Nerdy Dream Boy.
but really, my favourite is sirius. i feel like that's fairly obvious because i will find every excuse to add him into my jily fics hahah. i'm actually working on a sirius-focused fic right now (sans jily) and it's been so fun to explore him and his motivations! i'm so interested and intrigued by him. genuinely one of the most interesting fictional characters to exist in my opinion.
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Hello! An anon recommended I drop “September Sprinkles” in people's askboxes sooooo here is yours. Obviously I could not say no to such a good and smutty idea 😂 Have FUN! Maybe it'll be something new, maybe it'll be wound in 👀
I can’t wait for you to be inside me
Hello my dear Athena, thanks for the September Sprinkles xD I hope you like this!👀 Prompt: Talkative (from @jilymicrofics' September list) (550 words)
After exchanging pleasantries with an old colleague, James found his eyes drawn to her. Lily stood at the other end of the hall, looking stunning in her navy-blue backless dress, her hair done half up. The smooth expanse of her pale skin shone in contrast against the dark, silky fabric under the golden lights from the crystal chandelier. She took a small sip from her champagne flute and, even from the distance, James observed the way her tongue glided slightly over her lower lip, licking away the stray drops.
James quickly downed his wine, placed the empty glass on a tray and made his way straight towards her.
"You look gorgeous," he said, treading an arm around her waist. Lily smiled, raising her head and James placed a quick kiss on her lips. Better to keep it short when in public.
"Thank you," Lily said. She slowly moved her hand down from his shoulder to his chest, stopping near his pinned boutonnière and tugged gently on his lapels before withdrawing her hand. "You look great as well."
James smiled. "Not as beautiful as you." When Lily made a sound of annoyance, he raised his eyebrows. "What?"
"You say all the right things!" She threw her arm exasperatedly before sipping her champagne. "It's so frustrating."
"I'm sorry," James grinned, shifting his weight onto one leg, "I didn't realise I was being frustrating."
"You are." Lily nodded seriously. "First, you enter the hall and every pair of eyes are on you - no respect for the fact that you are out of bounds - and you look this good-" her eyes did a cursory glance from his head to perfectly polished shoes, "-that I can't even blame them for looking. And then you go take off your coat and mix a bloody cocktail for the bosses. Folded sleeves and all..."
"I didn't realise I was being watched," he said, winking at her.
"Oh, It's ridiculous. I said 'hello' to all the old lecturers and then sat with some friends for a while," she sipped her champagne again, "but I had to go away because I was getting so turned on."
James laughed, looking around to see if anyone was near. "You are talkative when you are drunk."
"I'm not drunk! Just slightly tipsy, is all."
"Hmm..." James pulled her in closer and tested the waters by inching his fingers closer to her open back. Lily sighed when he drew tiny circles on her skin with the pads of his fingers but pushed him away soon.
"I was already all hot and bothered when I came to the party," Lily said.
"You were?"
Lily hummed. "I couldn't stop thinking about you when I was dressing up. And about all the things you would do to me."
James swallowed thickly. "Lily..."
"I know! It's very frustrating," Lily repeated, not looking at him. "I almost called you up because I really wanted you, but I refrained."
"You can't say things like that in a work party," James gave a breathy chuckle.
Lily pouted sadly. "I know," she said, straightening his tie. "I can't wait for you to be inside me."
And with that she walked away, leaving James to be standing frozen in place, hot under his collar, her final words reverberating inside his head.
#hehe#this is what i call smut adjacent#athena tag#abi's fic#answered asks#september smutty sprinkles#jilymicrofics
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in light of a second migration to this site i just need to speak my truth which is that harrow is a redditor gideon is a twitter user and ianthe is a tumblrina hope this helps
#coronabeth is an instagram influencer obviously#and babs is a tiktok one they collab#camilla is like that one user on that math forum who posts answers to insane equations no one can solve without a proof to explain how#palamedes meanwhile is a quora/yahoo answers (rip) certified expert who gives helpful and detailed answers to everything#slash ao3 writer on the side#i know we all see john as a twitch streamer but i think he's most like a discord mod#wait lowkey that's mercy but i want to give them all unique sites so. ok fine john is the streamer and mercy is his insufferable twitch mod#pyrrha stars in like a woodworking/survivalist skill youtube channel that's filmed and run by nona#who is always giving encouraging commentary from behind the camera she just wants everyone to see how awesome her dadmom is#abigail has a channel where she talks about famous historical events or like analyzes media based on historical accuracy#magnus pops into frame as her every now and then bringing her tea or asking a question. she doesn't edit him out bc the fans love him#augustine is a podcaster. the WORST kind#isaac and jeannemary run a gaming channel where they play the same games as jod and bully him online#one day magnus pops in during a livestream. they are embarrassed but the few crossover fans from abi's channel start going crazy in the chat#judith would just like. write a memoir i think#one of those with a super patriotic portrait on the cover#dulcinea is also an ao3 author she and pal do fic exchanges and she's also like a cool fanartist idk on what platform. maybe here#silas has a girl defined channel or he's one of those people who spends all their time arguing in facebook comments#mercy would also be that person considering she literally references that one church lady. her neuroticism is just peak overly online person#oh oh nona and the gang also get pyrrha to do sexy tiktok dances for her channel they are highly successful#god i haven't even gotten into the BoE characters this cast is so fucking large i'm stopping here#the way i was literally just going to add one tag to this and then i couldn't stop lol anyways we have fun here#tlt#the locked tomb#ntn spoilers#nona spoilers#nona the ninth spoilers#tlt spoilers#the locked tomb spoilers#(just in case bc of a few tags)
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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD!❣️ Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people you adore! Absolutely no pressure but. It's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out <33
ABI!! Thank you so much for this!! You are one or the most beautiful people I know inside and out and I adore you ❤️❤️❤️ hope you're doing well!!
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Hello 👋 This is Moamen and his family from Gaza. Please help us evacuate to safety, complete university studies, and find a source of income after the destruction of what we own. We live in difficult circumstances and a difficult life 🙏🏼 ❤️ Please share and spread the campaign because I urgently need help and the matter is urgent. Because the campaign is going very slowly, there is no water and little food. Please donate and share please Moamen Majed, his four brothers, and their parents ($40/$30,000) - @moamenmajed-gaza
I'm sorry I personally cannot donate. but I will answer this one because I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt.
people who take advantage of sympathy and lie disgust me but I don't get that vibe from this ask for some reason...
probably because of the names... I am deeply sorry for your circumstances... if this is real... pardon my suspicions.
#please be careful who you trust#answered asks#gofundme#please mwke sure everything is in order when you make aby donations for good measure
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hi, Martin mystery x Malcolm in the Middle anon again, did the asks where I sensed my ideas got eaten again, or are some just missing, cause I can send it again if you’re okay with it
I've got your questions but I've been busy and can't think of an answer right now. I"m sorry, but you'll have to put up with my queued posts in the meanwhile 😅 Happy New Year!
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I dint now cele and bezz ship name was bezzeti you just open my eyes to posibiltys of tags
more and more people are using it now and it just fits their names together perfectly 🤌🏻✨️
✨️bezzetti lives forever ✨️
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Is there an item your character liked that they can’t get back?
Super long ask meme thing!
(Accepting!)
Gin: "M'wife. No, wait...m' 'umanity. No' 'cause o'th' worgen thin', 'cause o'th' Void Bein' Ol' God 'orseshite thin'. Billiam's fuckin' annoyin'." Gin gave a thousand-yard stare as she pulled a drag from her joint. "Oh. Somethin' material? Lil' stuffed fox ah 'ad as a kid, wus 'bout th' only brigh' spot ah remember from childhood." ( @drunkenworgen )
Lyda: "M' arm." The witch stretched out their arm, admiring the living branch they'd crafted after a worgen had removed it. "This one 's nice and all...bu' I do miss no' givin' m'self splinters when I scratch m'neck. Other'n that... 'm not much one fer material objects." ( @blackwaldrogue )
Tobias: Voice, the man signed. Materials are replaceable. ( @tobiaslives )
Abi: "ᴍʏ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴇʏᴇʙᴀʟʟs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ," said a Void Walker standing suspiciously close to a blood elf staring straight ahead. "It was me, you dolt. And I'm the blind one." She scoffed, turning herself towards the asker. "Or my original body. Not the living one, but the Forsaken one...from this timeway. The body I stole was from a doomed timeway." (We're still not sure how she got it, and at this point, we're too afraid to ask.) ( @thegrumpiestwarlock )
Pyra: "Darrrrrrling," the Shadow Spirit's voice came from what was seemingly a mass of swirling darkness before solidifying into the form of a woman. "Implying that I miss something is to imply that I form attachments when that is simply untrue." An unnatural grin spread across her face as her sclera darkened to black. "Mortal lives and objects are so fleeting, I've simply no use for," Pyra waved her hand dismissively before sighing, "attachments." ( @shadowmatron )
( @nixalegos, thanks for the ask!)
#rachael answers shit#character asks#gin answers#lyda rose answers#tobi answers#abi answers#pyra answers
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🌻 + Abigail Claremont-Diaz
Favourite ice cream flavour: rocky road
Would they rather be too hot or too cold: too hot, she's a Texas girl she can handle it
First movie they remember watching: The Tigger Movie
Dream summer vacation: Bali
Favourite summer food/drink: mango mojitos & street corn
Pool, beach, or lake: lake
Did they go to summer camp: yes!
Their personal song of the summer: Espresso, Sabrina Carpenter
Favourite summer activity: visiting the lake house
Send me 🌻+ an oc and I’ll tell you
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Some of these things mIGHT be true but we gotta figure that out first c:
THEY'RE SO PRECIOUS TO ME OK ???
#( its OVER for u once i get her new blog set up max ur never gonna recover im gonna answer SO MANY THINGS !!!! )#˚₊·—̳͟͞♡ i. 𐙚 ooc. ᝰ .ᐟ . . . abi speaks ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ .#˚₊·—̳͟͞♡ i. 𐙚 ooc. ᝰ .ᐟ . . . answered ask ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ .
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Are you boy ?
i am not. but i have one at home, so i'm familiar with the general species!
#i'm sorry but this ask made me burst out laughing#abi answers#more of THIS sort of faq please and thank you
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mood board of the day because HOCKEY IS BACK TONIGHT!!! you heard it here lads hockey is back we are soooo back
thank you to @stargarland @ianwrighty @cryingforcrocodiles @liverpool-enjoyer everyone else who is supporting me as i slowly lose my mind.
it's hockey season. let's fuckin party buds
#hockey asks will be answered this week i am cleaning my inbox of hockey related things in the preseason#so if you want your hockey q's answered!!#those dusters (flames) are so washed holy fuck bud#thank you for your support in this time of trial i love you all and I LOVE HOCKEY#k.txt#HOCKEY#max 🦋#yi ♡#gen ❤️#abi 🪴
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