#Alex is a pusher!

[actual-changeling]

I say we don't let him take up another moment of our time.

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playing around with different styles and somehow ended up doing a complete redraw of that scene without intending to

[innytoes]

“Good morning, sleepy head.” for Ray/Rose!

Work had been chaotic, between three shoots that had all been rebooked on the same day, an editing emergency that had kept him up two nights in a row, and a potential client who could not make up their mind between A Professional and Cousin Kyle Who Will Do It For Free and wanted to 'compromise' by Ray doing thousands of dollars worth of work for a hundred bucks and would not take no for an answer.

So he was incredibly glad it was Sunday, and he got to sleep in. Rose had spoiled him a little last night, letting him take a long bath, even bringing him a glass of wine. She hadn't even made fun of him that he was in bed at nine, barely able to keep his eyes open long enough to kiss her goodnight before she went back downstairs.

He slept like a log. He hadn't woken up when Rose had come to bed, but he had in the early morning light of dawn, wrapped around her, nose buried in her curls. He'd sighed happily, reveling in the warmth, in how lucky he was that she was still there after all they'd been through. And then he'd dozed right back off to sleep.

The next time he woke, the clock read ten fifteen, which felt obscenely late even for a Sunday. He stretched out, reveling in how well-rested he felt, before getting up and using the bathroom, getting in a quick shave, and putting on some comfortable jeans and a Henley.

He was just about to head downstairs when Rose intercepted him at the top of the stairs, her arm catching his waist as she pressed a kiss to his lips. "Good morning, sleepy head," she said, teasing and warm and bright.

"Good morning," he said, all thoughts of coffee temporarily forgotten as she peppered kisses along his jaw. Well, there was a reason he'd shaved. He inhaled happily, wrapping his arms around his wife. "Thanks for letting me sleep in."

Then, he inhaled again. Deeply.

"Why do I smell pancakes?" he asked. "Who broke something?"

"Nothing broke!" Rose said, but she said it so quickly that it just confirmed his suspicions that these were Bribery Pancakes. Or at the very least Buttering Up pancakes.

"Rose..."

"So you know how we always talked about how we wanted a big family?" Rose started, which was not where Ray thought this was going. He thought they were softening him up for another crazy DIY project he was going to regret halfway through.

"I do," he said. Though they'd also had a long conversation when Carlos was one, about how two small children were kind of enough for both of them, but maybe they could foster or adopt when the kids were older.

There was commotion downstairs, and some very familiar voices hushing each other, and suddenly, everything clicked. "Which one?" he asked.

"Which one what?" Rose asked, trying to go for innocence and landing solidly in 'shifty' instead.

"Which one of Julie's friends did you adopt while I was sleeping?"

It wasn't like they hadn't talked about it before. How they wanted to be a safe place for Julie's band members to go to if things got bad at home. They'd both been worried about Reggie and the way he flinched at loud noises. Ray had sat him down once and told him he was always welcome to stay with them if he didn't feel safe at home.

Luke constantly fought with his mother about music, and had run away to the Molina's garage to spend the night and cool down more than once. And Alex... well, after he came out, they made sure to let him know that there were adults in his life that loved him for who he was, and would keep loving him no matter what.

Rose didn't say anything, just entwined their fingers together and pulled him down the stairs. The amount of bags in the hall were a bit concerning. Then, when they turned and came into the kitchen, he became even more concerned.

Reggie's black eye was the first thing that stood out. But Alex looked like he'd been crying for hours, his eyes red and puffy, his face blotchy. Luke sprang away from where he and Julie had been wrapped around each other. Which was usually funny, but now was a little heartbreaking, considering how upset he looked. He was even wearing sleeves, the big cozy flannel he wore when things got really bad.

"Hi Ray," Reggie whispered awkwardly, giving a little wave.

He strode into the kitchen, pulling all three boys into a hug. Reggie went willingly, plastering himself against Ray's side. Luke quickly followed, and Alex tensed up before sinking into the hug with a sniffle.

"Pancakes first," he said, after a long while, looking over their heads at his wife. "And then I want to know how you managed to pull all this off."

Rose shrugged. "I had help," she said, and oh, that was either a very good thing (Victoria) or a very illegal thing (the Petal Pushers), and maybe Ray didn't want to know after all. Oh well, he had spousal immunity, he wouldn't have to testify against his wife.

"And then," he said, looking down at the boys as he let go. Alex fidgeted, and Luke drifted back to Julie, but Reggie stayed close, so he kept an arm wrapped around his shoulder. "I think we need to go to Ikea and gets some bunk beds, or something."

Alex let out a great big sigh of relief. Luke sagged against Julie, while she grinned and hugged him. Carlos gave a little cheer, high-fiving Reggie.

And Rose? Rose just smiled at him, like she'd known all along that he didn't really need pancakes to butter him up. Because Rose knew him, knew how much he loved these boys. And knew that even if he did have misgivings, he'd follow her no matter what anyway.

Together, they'd get through anything.

[yourheartinyourmouth]

Scully: Please explain to me the scientific nature of “the whammy”.

[legolasghosty]

bestie, beloved, how about 5 headcanons (or more) about jatp + extended characters going to a summer camp? 👀

Hello my love!!!!!!

Oh gosh, a summer camp au for summer camp au royalty... No pressure! /lh

Okay I'm basing this roughly off a day camp I went to for a few summers when I was younger, so hopefully it makes sense?

Ray and Rose own and run a kids day camp. Ray mostly handles the admin stuff and Rose does the people and kids stuff. They mightttt have met in college and both wanted to do the same thing and decided to team up, decided they should get legally married cause it would make it way easier to buy the property together, and then fallen for each other as they built the camp.

They had a little wedding ceremony about a year after the camp opened. Everyone was kinda confused cause they either thought they were already married or were confused by the lack of paperwork and an actual person who could legally marry them(Their friend Trevor did the ceremony. The guy is many things but he didn't really have the license for that and it didn't matter).

So the Molinas live at the camp year-round, they have a house on one side of the huge property. Julie and Carlos would mostly be campers in the summer, and Julie started working as a counselor in training (a CIT) once she aged out. Carlos still has a year or two until that happens.

They also rent out various spaces around the camp for events and retreats and stuff during the off-season as well.

Alex came to this camp for a few weeks every summer with a group from his church and always loved it. He stopped going to church after coming out cause... stuff. But the camp still held a special place in his heart, so when he was looking for a summer job and noticed stuff on the camp website about them being LGBTQ+ friendly, he applied to be a counselor.

Reggie really needed a summer job, Luke's mom was demanding he get out of the house or Bobby's garage sometime, and Bobby just wanted to spend the summer with his friends, so they all applied too.

Willie came a few times in middle school when they started doing horse camp, cause it was fun and way easier to ride out in the woods than in LA. They wanted a good summer, so they applied to work with the horses as a riding instructor.

The groups of kids are put with a counselor and a CIT for the week, mostly grouped by age. Julie ends up being Reggie's CIT and they basically switch roles cause she knows the camp better and he's better one on one with the kids that are having a hard time.

Bobby is startled to discover that the Molinas who run the camp are also his dad's friends the Molinas. He and Julie haven't talked much in years, but they reconnect over the summer and have a great friendship!

His CIT, Flynn, is Julie's best friend and an absolute legend with the kids. They all think she's awesome. Every group has a color and Ray makes sure Flynn has the same color for large chunks of the summer cause that way she can braid colored strands into her box braids for her group and doesn't have to change them every single week.

Luke ends up helping Rose with music activities instead of counseling, which is fine by him! Rose got pretty sick a couple of years ago, so while she's mostly recovered now, her family has convinced her to stop doing literally everything herself. So Luke is her assistant for a lot of the music activities.

Alex, after a long conversation with Ray and a couple of lessons, takes one of the groups of horse camp kids. Fortunately he isn't in charge of teaching anyone to ride, just keeping them together and making sure everyone gets lunch and stuff. And the riding instructor his group usually gets paired with is really pretty...

Ray and Rose immediately notice the sparks between Alex and Willie at breakfast in the mornings and start pushing them together on purpose. They're matchmakers :D

The gang quickly bonds and spends as much time as they can hanging out. Mostly that's at breakfast before the kids arrive for the day, but they find other times to hang out in the evenings and stuff too. It doesn't take that long for them to start having regular sleepovers at the Molina's.

The camp mostly runs during the day, but there's a chance for the kids to sleep over one night per week. Technically all the counselors are supposed to stay with their groups in the big circus tent where everyone sleeps, but Rose and Ray tell the gang to go sometimes once all the kids are asleep. They can take care of the kids, let the teenagers go have some fun.

Lots of other chaos ensues but this is already really long so... I guess let me know if you want more?

Dang sorry this got so long! Love youuuu, hope you like it!!!!

(Send me an AU and I'll give you 5+ headcanons/thoughts about it!)

[syoddeye]

last

gaz-centric, 141 gen. | ~800 words. tags: pure, heavy angst. alcohol. several major character deaths referenced. abuse of italics and parentheses. a/n: so i was thinking about gaz being the last to die. decided to ride the big sad wave into whatever this is.

he gets word that price finally kicked the bucket, upright and boots on. the old man pushed his luck to the cliff’s edge and camped there, years beyond when he should’ve retired.

the news forces him to look back down the long and bloody road to his current gig, desk jockey for laswell. (–analyst, cap. –a pencil pusher.)

it was kate’s hand—the only hand—that reached out after riley decided to run a suicide mission and died a ghost. a task force can’t be two people, she said.

he remembers thinking on the flight to the DMV about whether the american outlaw felt like that, felt the loss when the civilized world, the old west, decided they didn’t want men like them anymore. didn’t want men who took on the world, gloves off.

he books the trip. he returns to a town and landscape barely recognizable to him anymore, but he knows it like the back of his hand. could navigate it with his eyes shut. (he was the best at that, once.) a town where a clock tower looms with the names of his predecessors and his friends etched into its surface. he avoids it. avoids as much of the pomp and circumstance as he can. they–they aren’t his people. not anymore.

he wanted you to have this.

a cigar box. weathered, old. still reeks. in it, memorabilia: a clutch of ID tags with more of those dreaded names, cap’s favorite lighter, and a scrimshaw knife. he doesn’t look at the clip of photos. not right away.

he thanks the soldier tasked with tracking him down, tucks the cigar box into his bag when he returns to his hotel and hops a plane home. his other home, the one he shoehorned himself into at kate’s behest.

it takes the better part of a month to work up the nerve to open the box. to unclip the photos. a torrent of memory held back by a piece of flimsy metal. unleashed and saturating the room.

(they’ll leave a waterline, an impression that decades of life still left to live won’t be able to erase.)

most of them are candids. quick shots someone took, developed, and printed. probably left on the corner of price’s desk.

one of soap, mid-story, something raunchy—he can tell by the man’s smirk. one of riley’s chin, tucked over kyle’s shoulder with soap’s stubbly cheek pressed to his. all drunk and bleary-eyed, fresh off a fucked op. one of price, asleep with his heels kicked up and riley attempting to balance an unlit cigar on the tip of his boots.

a polaroid of nik and price sat in the corner of some bar. both men big and intimidating, faces stern and ringed by smoke. probably chirping like two old hens—the gossips. god, poor nik. they never found him.

an old, pristine copy of the photo of him, price, farah, and alex. all standing tall and proud. triumphant. hurts to look at them for too long. both gone before their time.

(price and laswell didn’t talk for weeks after he reamed her out. —shit intel. makes you wonder. the insinuation was the death knell for the 141 and riley going rogue was the nail in the coffin. after that, cap took his news as a personal affront. hard not to, in hindsight.)

defecting? don’t let the door hit you on the way out.

that insinuation led to months of radio silence between him and price. broken by an insured, over-packaged bottle of single malt that appeared on his desk one day. shit was worth more than his monthly rent.

(never mind he doesn’t even drink whisky. just like price to send a piece of himself in apology instead of picking up the phone.)

the gut punch is soap’s last identification photo. john mactavish. the smiling, joking oaf with his pressed mouth flat in a grim line. eyes wild, probably thinking of something filthy to say to the poor photographer. on the back, his birth and death dates. gone way before his fucking time.

the true catalyst. made them all more reckless. his lieutenant, most of all, grew hungrier and hungrier for the long sleep.

shuffling through the rest makes the ache worse. reopens wounds. grinds against his ribs and tunnels a hole to his gut. it takes a strength he hasn’t used in years to put them away, forced to draw from a well long covered.

he buries the box in the back of a closet and digs out an old bottle. pours an ample amount and chokes it down. goes to bed smelling smoke, praying he doesn’t dream.

he does, of course.

he dreams of chaos and a padlock in piccadilly. of olives and motor oil in urzikstan. of canals and juniper in amsterdam. of the tunnels and blood beneath london. of a bar in chicago. a pub in hereford.

in the morning he wakes. visited upon. heavy.

the last man standing.

[subjectsix]

extent, alan wake

There are some ways Casey can explain Saga's intuition, to a reasonable extent.

Makes paperwork a real bitch to deal with. But he can manage.

He never really thought he'd need to explain it. He'd accepted it from the start. She was gifted. Some people really were made for the job. She could hound in on details and people's psyches like she'd received tips from somewhere beyond.

The pencil pushers at HQ don't really like to accept that. So he tries to connect the dots on paper. How his partner could reasonable know where the suspect was hiding, or how she predicted their next move, or knew what the murder weapon was.

She's smart. Clever. Plenty of people are. It shouldn't be hard for HQ to accept that.

He is not a superstitious man. He does not believe saying certain words jinx a person. He does not think mentioning retirement will get him shot. He does not believe the Alex Casey books are anything more than a sick (stupid) coincidence. Poor pulp novels on airport shelves waiting for their next hapless victim to waste their brain cells on the cheap paper and bad ink.

(He read one. It felt unnerving. He tossed it in the dumpster out front.)

He most certainly does not believe his partner is... psychic. Or what have you.

This is not some episode of Night Springs.

She's just gifted.

And he'd trust her intuition any day. To the end of the world.

one word prompts

[bluefirewrites]

Blue's Ultimate JATP Tumblr Masterpost

Hey guys, it's been a while! Been combing through my blog and realized I wrote a lot of fun ficlets over the years (mostly AU's and mostly Juke). It's probably hard to find all of them without a lil' help. Below is a masterlist of all the Tumblr drabbles I've made for Julie and the Phantoms

*- requests/asks; appropriate warnings will be in posts; ♡- favorites of mine Any AU is a Juke AU

50's AU (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) ♡

Angel and Demon/ Good Omens AU

Baby Driver AU (Part 1) (Part 2)

Celebrity Fake Dating AU

Celebrity/Fan AU*

Celebrity Neighbor AU*

Desk Pen Pals AU*

Church/Youth Group Leaders AU (Part 1) (Part 2)*

College AU* (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

Con Artist/ Leverage AU (Part 1) (Part 2)

Diner AU

Enchanted AU ♡

Florist AU (Part 1) (Part 2)♡

Halloweentown AU

Hero/Villain Roommates AU *

High School Theater AU*

Hologram/ Pixel Perfect AU (Part 1) (Part 2)

Imaginary Friends/Pen Pals AU (Part 1) (Part 2)

Jam Skater AU

Josie and The Pussycats AU

Knowledgeable Local AU*

Lip Synch Battle AU

Long Distance AU* ♡

Mall AU ♡

Met in the Back of A Cop Car (also full fic on AO3) ♡

Prince Protection Program AU (Part 1) (Part 2) ♡

Pizza Delivery Boy AU*

Prostitute/Client AU*

Record Store AU

Sense8 AU

Space Opera/Body Swap AU

Speed Racer AU

Stranded on Island/ Flight 29 Down AU ♡

Uber Driver AU

Wayne AU

We Bought a Zoo AU ♡

Western AU (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

Willex AU

Con Artist/Leverage AU (Part 4) Petal Palace/ Handyman AU Traveling Pants AU (Part 1) (Part 2) ♡

In-Universe Juke

Angsty Juke

Back to the 1991/ Time Travel

Caleb's Dream Spell ♡

Emily Gifts Julie Luke's Guitar* ♡

First I Love You*

Juke Kisses*

Julie's Unfinished Business*

Luke Follows Julie Around School ♡

Music Lessons

Prom Night

They Still Can't Touch?

While You Sleep (also full fic on AO3)

Wicked Beauty

In-Universe Willex

Alex and Willie Adopt a Ghost Child* (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

Alex Braid Willie's Hair

Alex: The King of Hugs*

The First Kiss* ♡

Willie LOVES Drummers

Willex Hugs*

General Drabbles

Alive!Mama Rose and Alive! Sunset Curve* (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)

Julie Crosses Over* ♡

Julie's Sacrifice ♡

Luke's Birthday Candles*

Ray Molina and the Casseroles

Rose's Deal with Caleb* ♡

Rose and the Petal Pushers (own masterpost about Rose Molina's band) ♡

[babiebom]

Stardew Bachelor/ette’s as Mean Girls (2024) characters

A/N: i recently watched the new mean girls musical movie and it wasn’t as bad as people were saying it was. Like the singing and the songs were good, the cast fit their characters(except for Aaron’s actor sorry I feel like they could’ve gotten someone hotter but I do understand where Cady was coming from like he’s cute enough that if you’re in high school and in the same class as him at least one person would have a crush on him.) so like I do with everything I consume let’s stardew-ify it!!

Tw:mentions of bullying, cursing, sex, drugs, lmk if there’s something I missed!!

Bc: at least 4 for each

Stardew Valley Masterlist

Shane

Principal Duvall

Is tired of this shit

And teenage girls lowkey frighten him

Would yell and get everyone’s attention in the hallway bc I think he has the lungs

Would leave it to Leah to take over the assembly lmao

“Tell everyone you’re not a drug pusher PLEASE”

Elliott

Damian

While Elliott and Abigail aren’t really friends

He has the flamboyancy I feel to fit this character

Also it’s canon that all characters are bi so it’s okay for him to be in this role

Would probably have all the tea and would be as dramatic as Damian

“She doesn’t even go here?????”

He just seems bestie type

Alex

Aaron Samuels(is that his last name?)

I think this is as obvious as who Regina is.

I don’t think he’s as smart as Aaron is, BUT is popular enough to make Haley want to have some claim over him.

And is cute enough that new girls will immediately have a crush on him

Would actually be crushed if he got cheated on

Harvey

Kevin

The guy on the mathlete team or whatever it was called

Mostly because he’s smart and I do think he would’ve been in some nerdy ass club as a kid

Also at high school college point I do think he would’ve gone through a slightly edgy phase of being a nerd that talks about getting bitches all the time

Would want Maru on the team

Leah

Ms.Norbury

Because I think it’s funny

Like out of all of them Leah would be the one to be called a drug pusher

Like I personally think she smokes weed or eats like weed salads or something

And personally I think she’s above all of the drama of mean girls

Would gather everyone and be like WTF is wrong with y’all we are better than this.

Emily

Karen

Now don’t get me wrong Emily isn’t as dumb as Karen at all

BUT they both have this daydream-y airheadedness about them

And I don’t mean airhead as in stupid either, just more….in outer space than other people if you know what I mean

Like always in their own head

Don’t care about what others think to an extent

If you think about it she fits kinda

Somehow finds herself in the drama even though she’s just been daydreaming this entire time

Maru

Cady Herron

Listen I don’t think Maru would have the balls to do what Cady did

But they both are insanely smart and I can see Maru falling in love with any boy in her class that gives her attention

Would tell someone they aren’t as smart as they thought they were while drunk

She is in calculust yall

Penny

Gretchen Wieners

In the movie Gretchen is very insecure and just wants to be the best friend she can be even if it’s by helping Regina bully others

And at some point turns on Regina because she’s had enough

And is quiet enough to be overlooked as the pretty friend of the popular one

Meek and accepting like Gretchen is

Literally just wants to fit in

Abigail

Janis

I went between her and Leah for this but I think Abigail fits this role more

I think it’s more about style Janis always has a punk rock look about her and Abigail is emo/goth/punk

And while she isn’t autistic I think she is more likely to be called a pyro-Les than Leah is.

Abigail is just the right amount of unhinged to be Janis

Haley

Regina George

Come on this was the most obvious thing about this list

Like actually blonde, gives off bully vibes

Would take over a school and is probably rich.

Would be an absolute bitch and be mean to people then throw a fit when it turns around on her.

Tell me who “world burn” and “introducing the plastics” fits more. I’ll wait.

Unfortunately there aren’t enough characters so Seb and Sam don’t get anyone to themselves but I think both have the energy to fit both Aaron and Damian. Like both are total cuties that anyone would have a crush on even though seb is intimidating and introverted. And both I feel like would have the sass and bestie vibes of Damian so both could be both oof

[vampirewalterskinner]

Arguments:

Walter Skinner

Fruity hands and fruity walk

Couldn’t confide to his wife how he felt/what he was going through but told Mulder.

Arrested that one guy with his pelvis in “Pusher”

Seems to be on first name basis with a lot of women at work (at least calls them by their first name, except Dana, but she’s too much of a dom for him to pull that and he knows it). When a man has that many female friends it’s a little 💅

I’ve only seen queers rock the long sleeve sweaters (tucked) and khaki pants, especially in warm weather.

That ass would be wasted otherwise 😤 double cheeked up on a workday afternoon

It’s literally in his middle name :D it’s a joke i swear

Dana Scully

That look she gave the tech girl after she asked if she would have to type with her tongue.

Very femme but also HELLA butch. Definitely a dom. Ladies get you a girl who can do it all 🫠💖

When she tucks her hair behind both of her ears it’s an iconic queer woman look and I half expect her to start slicking her hair back for a more masculine approach.

She grew up Catholic I mean we all know how that goes lmao

The bi/pan/lesbian awakening of girlies everywhere.

I need her to be queer so there’s at least a ghost of a chance of her stepping on me 🫠

Fox Mulder

His entire relationship with Alex Krycek. Seriously guys wtf was that.

With all the porn he owns/watches you can’t tell me he hasn’t at least dabbled in gay porn. Watching it. Not making it. I mean 👀 perhaps.

Rewatch the episode “Grotesque” he used to fuck around with his teacher maybe even date and it was a shitty relationship I’m not joking. “I wouldn’t dirty my knees for him.” I’m sorry what

Dressed up as Spock as a kid, an iconic queer character

He flirts with men in canon. Some say it’s Fox being sarcastic. I say it’s queer man sass.

The whole vibe of him and that senator 🥴 boy likes older men, don’t he?

Alex Krycek was not given as an option because then there would be no contest. He would win with 100% of the votes.

[myrrhderjuice]

A Ballroom in Chaos

September 9, 2156. 22:15. Durham, England.

Julie Lexington

Alex and I were posing as a couple in front of the ‘elites’ in the ballroom. I was indifferent to it at this point. After so many time-travel missions posing as a couple you get used to it. Lovers in the past, but partners in the present.

The only reason we were a couple in our home time was because I wanted to attend the Rose family birthday gala. Alex had gotten an invitation to attend and I begged him to let me be his plus one. The only issue was I had zero clue what any modern gala etiquette was, but for some reason, Alex did. He gave me brief lessons all last week, but now I had to apply them. I think I’m doing quite well.

The ballroom was decorated in an eerie way. It was the beginning of September, but it looked like the room was ready for Halloween already. Hanging between the pillars outline the room were translucent, black curtains with red string lights hanging down against them. Black pieces of tulle hung from chandeliers in the ceiling to the curtains in between the pillars creating indoor canopies for the tables underneath. The chandeliers glowed with a warm yellow light similar to candle light, only brighter.

Waiters started to scurry around the room, similar to small and scared mice running from something. Odd. Some pushed carts while others walked behind the cart pushers. The waiters walked down the aisle between tables, the two carters at the front continuing to the end of the tables while those in the back would branch off to tables.

I leaned to my left toward Alex. “Were they supposed to enter like that?” I watched as Alex glanced over at me. I heard whispered giggles from across the table and immediately returned to my former posture, without an answer from Alex.

Every table had three waiters now. A carter, and two that were empty handed. In sync, the waiters grabbed the plates of food and set them in front of each guest. I thought back to my lessons with Alex. This would be the first of many courses. I shouldn’t be too greedy with my food.

In front of me was a bowl of soup, labeled:

Compression of Vine Plum Tomatoes & Basil

Gazpacho

Soup wasn’t prioritized on the list of ‘how-to-eat’ etiquette lessons for me. I could only remember bits and pieces of what to do. I looked around the table seeing the ‘elites’ eyes glancing at me.

I heard them whispering-gossiping-about me. Is she going to request grilled cheese for her soup? Or will she pick up the entire bowl like an animal? I hate how everybody must know about everything here. Information spreads like a wildfire

I felt Alex’s hand on my knee and began to watch him from the corner of my eye. In his right hand-dominant hand-he held the soup spoon. I saw him dip the spoon in pushing it toward the back of his bowl then “scrape off” the excess on the edge before bringing it to his mouth. He took his hand off my knee and I took my eyes off of him. His quick mini-lesson was over.

I reached for the soup spoon with my left hand. I heard Alex clear his throat-code for me that I was doing something wrong. I switched the hand reaching out to my right, grabbing the spoon with it and transferring it to my left hand. I mimicked Alex’s movement. Dipping the spoon in, pushing it back, scraping off the excess, then bringing the spoon to my mouth.

As the gazpacho hit my mouth, I could taste the summer wind. The tomatoes had been grown and picked by hand and left alone before being made into the soup. I was no chef, but I had zero doubts in my mind.

Alex Rosenberg

I watched as Julie began to quicken her eating pace. To remind her to eat slower I cleared my throat. Her eyes never moved but she had gotten my message all the same. Her cheeks became flushed and she returned to the slower eating pace. I looked around our table and only saw stoic, yet impressed, faces from the ‘elites’. These people were taught to hide their emotions well. They all thought they were special just because they had money and status. The only thing that made them elite was their high capacity to judge others though.

I glanced around the room, taking note of the waiters. They hadn’t left right after food was served, waiting for any food questions from party goers. However,  they should be headed for the kitchen right now. The waiter standing by the other side of the table looked tense. Not uncommon for a caterer, but his clenched jaw and trained eyes were definitely uncommon. 

I thought back to the way they entered the room before. They walked in a fearful manner. As if something was chasing them. They were running from something.

Heavy footsteps came from the kitchen, “If you wish to live tonight, then do as I say.” The scurrying of the waiters and tense posture from our waiter now made sense. “Nobody moves, nobody makes any noise. Clear?”

Everybody in the room nodded. ‘Elites’ were trained at a young age to do as an attacker said, unless you were 100 percent sure you wouldn’t get yourself killed. Good thing for Time-Traveler’s training. I couldn’t determine what kind of weaponry my opponent would have on them, putting me at a disadvantage. Do as you're told then.

I heard footsteps to the right of me-fast footsteps. Someone was running, probably a waiter. A gunshot went through the room followed by a thud. Now I knew what kind of weaponry they had on them.

“I’m impressed. Normally there’s a scream or two when there’s a sudden loud sound.” The attacker’s words seemed slurred, like they’d been drinking. That was their mistake. “I’m only here for one woman.”

I set my hand on Julie’s knee. I quickly tapped my finger on her knee, talking to her in morse code. You. Negotiate. From the corner of my eye, I watched her nod. I had a plan now, a second hand in the game.

“Miss Harpeet Tremble.” Former elementary school teacher turned into an incredible scientist. She is a staple in the time-travel community as she revolutionized its complicated science. She had died a couple years ago but Julie looked similar enough to her. I tapped Julie’s knee with my hand then took it off.

Julie’s chair skidded on the floor, alerting everyone to ‘Miss Tremble’ giving herself up. The attacker waved his hand and beckoned her over. Julie looked at me, seeking confirmation. I nodded, I had a plan. I needed her to walk over so I could slip past the hanging curtains.

I waited until Julie was about halfway between our table’s spot along the aisle and the attacker before making my move. I stood slightly, enough to have the illusion of sitting, and lifted my chair up and back. After setting my chair back down I grabbed my dinner knife before quietly darting to the left where the curtains hung. Hidden behind the black curtains and red lights, I took off my suit jacket and rolled my dress shirt sleeves up.

Prepared to fight, I made my way toward the attacker, covered by the curtains and red lights.

Julie Lexington

I had no idea what I was doing before and now I was being watched by all these rich people, walking towards a tipsy shooter. My southern American origins and mannerisms were too prominent in my mind. I just wanted a stress free night.

I had no clue what Alex had planned, but I trust him more than I trust myself right now. The only safety net I had right now was the fact the person in front of me was either almost drunk or drunk. That also puts me at a disadvantage. It would be difficult to negotiate with them if they weren’t in the right mindset.

“Miss Tremble,” The attacker spoke, I felt like I was trembling. “Long ago, you left my beloved little elementary school to go do-” They put their fingers up in air quotes, “Big kid science. How could you leave us like that?”

How could I? “I could because I could change the science you would use now.” I judged the attacker based on appearance to figure out how old they were. “The science we understand now is different than twenty years ago. When you were five or six, time-travel was still such a dangerous thing. Now you can time-travel without fear of dying or getting hurt.” My rugged accent stood out against their posh one, but I took a tentative step toward the attacker. “What’s your name?”

The attacker muttered, “Ivan. Ivan Hardson.”

I spoke loudly, hoping Alex was calling the cops, “Ivan Hardson. I remember you. I told you that you were going to do great things when you were older. I meant it.” That’s a thing teachers say, right? “Look at what you’ve done with your life. Are you proud of yourself?”

“Yeah. I’m proud of myself. I have a stable job, a family, and two dogs. Do you remember the picture of the dogs I drew for you?”

I had never seen a drawing from this man. “Yes, I remember dear Ivan.” I took a second tentative step toward him. “I’m proud of you Ivan. You’ve come so far. Now, may I please see the gun in your hand. I don’t think you’re aware enough to understand what you’re doing.”

His body tensed up, “Was this just a ploy to disarm me?” Ivan yelled. “You don’t even know who I am, do you? Are you even the real Harpeet Tremble? Are you?” Ivan brought the gun up until his eyes could be seen over the top and brought his voice back down, “What if I just shot you right now?”

I took my steps back. I looked around the room, searching for Alex. Searching for my partner. When I didn’t find him, I faced Ivan again. I watched the gun, searching for any slight movements. With my eyes trained on the gun, I started inching backwards.

“Where do you think you’re going?” When Ivan talked, the gun moved and ruined his aim.

“Why don’t you follow me, then you can know exactly where I’m going.” I responded, seeing what movement would do to his aim.

When Ivan walked, the barrel tipped up and down. Good. I kept him trudging around the room.

Alex Rosenberg

Julie was walking around the ballroom with Ivan, making my job of tackling him more difficult. I was watching from behind the curtains. She was walking in circles inside the aisle. She was consistent in her structure, but she would sometimes turn earlier or wait longer to turn. Whether that was her being genuinely inconsistent there or purposefully taking ‘different’ paths, it was good.

I made my way to the closest pillar. I watched as Julie and Ivan made their way around the ballroom, waiting for my opportunity to strike. I made a pigeon coo noise, Julie and I’s signal. I saw her nod; she had gotten my message.

“What was that?” Ivan put a second hand on his gun.

Julie was quick to respond, “It was just a pigeon. One must’ve flown in here at some point.” They rounded the end of the aisle.

I jumped out, Julie jumped backwards. I took Ivan down to the ground. I heard a gunshot and my ear stung. Being closer in his face, I learned that Ivan was in fact sober and aware. I reached my right hand toward the gun, but I saw it wasn’t aimed at me anymore.

“Quit fighting me, or she’ll suffer the consequences.” Ivan had the gun pointed at Julie.

His grip was mediocre, and I doubted it’s do any real damage to her. Still, I didn’t move or get off of him, but didn’t fight him either. I looked over to Julie, her eyes were on the gun. She’d be making the same notes as I did, perks of having the same combat training.

“Get off of me, or she gets it.” Ivan was upset and loud. Julie looked at me. She had a firm look in her eyes, telling me she had a plan. 

I reached out for Ivan’s gun. Another gunshot went off, and I heard Julie yelp. The recoil sent Ivan’s hand hitting the hardwood floor. Judging by the lack of strength Ivan put into counteracting the recoil I guessed that the only pain Julie would feel would be the bullet grazing her leg.

 I pinned his hand to the floor by his wrist. Ivan threw a punch to my face and I felt blood trickle out of my nose. I heard a new, and larger, gun go off behind Julie. I heard the clicking of heels run to my left and behind me. She was still mobile, which is a good sign.

I ripped the gun out of Ivan’s hand. A second gunshot from the mystery gun went off, this time ‘elites’ did scream. I put my left knee on Ivan’s chest, holding the gun toward the source of shots.

Across the room stood a waiter with a rifle in his hand. I aimed Ivan’s pistol at him, my right index finger hovering over the trigger. I pulled the trigger back. Click. The gun didn’t go off. I ducked and dropped the magazine. Empty. My next best option was to run and hide, creating a distraction from the rest of the attendants.

As I stood up to run, I heard the clicking of a different magazine. I ducked back down. A gunshot went off from the third gun. I heard something thud from across the room. The second shooter. While still on the ground, I turned toward the click, holding Ivan’s gun with the barrel in my right hand. In front of me stood the birthday boy himself. Uriah Rose.

I stood all the way up. If he wasn’t still aiming at something, all threats were neutralized. I handed over Ivan’s gun, and as I did I heard the familiar clicking of Julie’s heels from near the pillars. Though her gait sounded off.

“Are you okay?” I asked, running over to help her walk.

She looked down at her leg, “Yeah, I’ve got the scratch tied up. I’ll be walking like normal in a few minutes.”

I walked us back over to where Ivan was. He was coughing trying to get his breath back. Before he could Uriah swung the stolen empty gun across his face, knocking Ivan out. Uriah looked down at the gun in his hand, then back up at me. “Police are on their way. And I assume the press will want to know what happened.”

“Alex and I are media trained.” Julie spoke leaning against me. “It’s part of basic WATT training.”

We’d have to thank the World's Association of Time Travel later. Because of them, we would be able to recount the events to the press without upsetting anyone in attendance. The ‘elites’ can be distraught and the time-travelers could be heroes.

Uriah had formed a plan, “Alright. You two start planning what you want to say. I’ll come over in a bit to revise and confirm. It is my birthday after all.”

Julie Lexington

September 10, 2156. 00:15. Durham, England.

Alex and I stood outside the venue in front of every news program representative for the globe. We’d spent fifteen minutes neutralizing Ivan and the rogue waiter, 45 minutes with the police, and an hour planning our story. Then the press asked every question they could think of. “Was it someone everyone knew?” “Did they reveal themselves?” “Were you scared of dying?” “What do you think this means for future Rose family events?” “Do you think your injuries will get infected?” The whole shabang.

“I thought I was going to come and have a stress-free night.” Alex was being interviewed right now. On his own. He was a natural at it. He was making jokes, treating the whole deal like everyday work, though it wasn’t far off.

“And how about you Miss Lexington, what were your first impressions of the night?” The interviewer stuck her mini microphone to my face.

“I was really excited to be a part of the gala. I just wish I could’ve gotten more food after talking with the police.” I gave her a smile.

She grimaced at me, I assumed it was because I wasn’t giving her any details on what had happened. “Well thank you for allowing me to interview you guys. I hope you make it to your hotel safely.” As she walked away, I could see her spirit drain right out of her.

We were all tired. ‘Elites’ and waiters alike. The only difference was the waiters had work to get back to in the morning.

“Aw crap. We have to be back at HQ tomorrow.” I whined. “At least we can thank them for giving us the training that kept the ‘elites’ alive tonight, right?”

Alex chuckled, “We can check in with Evette at the European headquarters and let her know that minimum people died because of my quick thinking.”

I commented, “Oh, you mean because of your recklessness?”

Alex was silent for a long time. “Who tackled the guy with a gun?”

“You did, because you weren’t thinking straight.” I yelled, appalled at his ego.

I turned and began walking, with a little limp, toward the train station that would take us to our hotel. Alex waited a while before speedwalking to me, silently bragging about his not injured leg. It was a five minute walk there, and a ten minute commute on the train. While we rode the train, Alex sent Evette-our boss-an email explaining our current situation. When we made it to the hotel room, we took off our shoes and dived into our beds.

Alrighty...so it's a long read. I apologize for that, but I hope you enjoyed it! I had to write a short story for my creative writing class and this was the result.

[actual-changeling]

Pusher remains one of my favourite episodes, and I felt like doing another re-draw of this specific screencap. It's accompanied by a ficlet because I'm having emotions tm.

She almost expected the sight of Modell comatose in a hospital bed to calm the fear still wrapped around her lungs, but she's not surprised when her breaths come no easier than before.

Maybe it's because it hadn't been his hand pressing the gun to Mulder's head. Maybe it's how quickly Mulder pulled the trigger on himself while fighting back with everything he had the second it was pointed at her. Maybe it's because she almost keeps losing him again and again and again.

His guilt is tangible, a sharp tang on her tongue, and it unsettles her to see him staring at Modell with a mixture of rage and self-hatred.

Taking his hand is easy, and when she feels the cool metal against her skin, she presses her left thumb to the matching ring wrapped around her finger. Something solid, something real, a promise given shape, and she steps closer until their shoulders touch.

"Mulder," she says softly, and squeezes his hand. He looks at her with worry etched into his face, the line of his jaw tense as his teeth grind together, and she manages a smile for him.

Always for him.

"Let's go home."

[nobodysnymphet]

what music taste do we have in common?? 🖤

* lana del rey * halsey * nichole dollanganger * lorde * arctic monkeys * sky ferreira * cigarettes after sex * the neighborhood * ethel cain *

crystal castles * crim3s * grimes * sidewalks and skeletons * alice glass * pastel ghost * pathetic * yeule * sidewalks and skeletons * 6arleyhuman

machine girl * girl pusher * zheani * lustsickpuppy * prolaps * bjork * black dresses * deli girls * death insurance * dreamcrusher * aphex twin * bjork * arca * SOPHIE * slayyyter * chase icon * lady gaga *

deftones * evanescence * kittie * orgy * slipknot * poppy * molochat doma * mareux * siouxsie and the banshees * dystopia * nausea * disrupt *

all under heaven * glare * have a nice life * hypothermia * LSD and the search for god * my bloody valentine * quannnic * slowdive * uchu nekoko * wisp *

beach house * eyedress * faye webster * strawberry switchblade * pink pantheress * men i trust * labyrinth ear * cults * bedroom * tv girl

nirvana * hole * bikini kill * babes in toyland * bratmobile * the garden *

akira yamaoka * poison girl friend

alexandra savior * bôa * girl in red * phantogram *

panchiko * alex g * salvia palth * sign crushes motorist * duster * katy rose * sheryl crow *

brutalismus 3000 * charli XCX * horsegiirL * Prolaps *

fiona apple * amy whinehouse * mitski * phoebe bridgers *

* the smiths * joy division *

* autumns grey solace * cocteau twins * mazzy star *

antihoney * cozy st jean * elita * lalleshwari * melanie martinez *

[shinechermont]

Ethan and Skyler's new references! (Under the cut)

This is Skyler! She is the child of Ursula (my destructivedeath child) and Mirage (ari-cuno's dark cream child)

She has a twin sister, Aura (that also belongs to ari cuno).

To resume her personality, she is kind and polite and prefers more chill adventures. She is also a sore loser, and also her berserk button can be pushed easily, if you know which they are. Loves her twin sister and is very protective of her.

Curiosities:

-Skyler has no powers (ironic considering her family), but she has a special attack that consists on using her wings to create a violent wind.

-She is the youngest twin (by 5 minutes)

Her old ref

This is Ethan! He is the adopted child of Alex! He lives with them on the house over their shop.

He is very extroverted and button pusher. Likes to mock people because he thinks it is funny (his humor is similar to his parent's) - but there in the deep he is a bastard with the heart of gold. Adores beef jerky and ice skating.

Curiosities:

- His biological parents are Lust Sans and Lust Grillby (both deceased)

- Even though his flames are yellow/orange/pink (first pic), they can get blue/pink when he is flustered. He also has a fully developed skeleton body under all those flames, and you can see it after throwing water at him (dont do that)

- He is Skyler's 1st button pusher

His old reference

[mymindisacharger]

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[mythaura-blog]

Development Update - March 2023

Hi there folks, Miyazaki here with Mythaura’s development update for the month of March!

Topics covered include:

New Special: Panda

Beast Creator Contest Winners

Ko-fi Q4 2023 Concepts

Ko-fi Sponsored Items

More info available under the cut!

New Special: Panda

We’ve added our newest Special marking to the Beast Creator demo: Panda!

Panda has coverage on a beast’s limbs and eyes. This Special has a lot of fun layering opportunities with other Specials–be sure to play around with it to see for yourself all the potential it can bring!

Beast Creator Contest Winners

Thank you for all the great submissions to the Beast Design Contest! You all never cease to impress us with your creativity. For the March 2023 Beast Creator Contest we’ve got our three winners: iddq_tea, Zelie, and LMNas!

Our three winners will each have the rewards automatically applied to their accounts, and these three beasts will be featured on the homepage for Quarter 4 (April through June).

Keep an eye out for our next Beast Creator Contest–we’ll be gathering entries in June to display on our site for Quarter 1 (July through September).

Ko-fi Quarter 4 (2023) Concepts

It’s the first day of Quarter 4 (2023), which means we’ve got new Quarterly Rewards for Sponsors to vote on on our Ko-fi page!

Which concepts would you like to see made into official site items? Sponsors of Bronze level or higher have a vote in deciding. Please check out the Companion post and the Glamour post on Ko-fi to cast your vote for the winning concepts!

Votes must be posted by April 30, 2023 at 11:59pm PDT in order to be considered.

All Quarter 3 (2023) Rewards are now listed in our Ko-fi Shop for individual purchase for all Sponsor levels at $5 USD flat rate per unit. As a reminder, please remember that no more than 3 units of any given item can be purchased. If you purchase more than 3 units of any given item, your entire purchase will be refunded and you will need to place your order again, this time with no more than 3 units of any given item.

Hopefully in the future Ko-fi will offer the functionality to limit purchases per user, but for the time being we will be reviewing orders manually and reaching out to those who disregard these instructions.

Quarter 3 (2023) Companion: Shimmer Kelp-Dancer

Quarter 3 (2023) Glamour: Tainted Claws

Quarter 3 (2023) Solid Gold Glamour: Kirin

Ko-fi Sponsored Items

Daybright Peafox, Sunrise Peafox, Midnight Peafox

Sponsored by: Alex

White Inkmink, Onyx Inkmink, Coral Inkmink

Sponsored by: Zebrask

Sneering Snerret

Sponsored by: Rainy

Boreal Vigilhound, Umbral Vigilhound, Gilded Vigilhound, Argent Vigilhound

Sponsored by: Alanna

Ornamental Curved Dagger

Sponsored by: Percy

Mythaura v0.13

Upgraded to Laravel 10.

Adjusted how sessions are handled to create better cross-domain performance.

Prevents actions from resolving in battle when the target is already defeated.

Admin CMS cleanups and adjustments.

Adds webhook to handle battle disconnects.

Adjusts validation method in pusher webhooks.

Created tool to collect debugging info on battles.

Added ability for admins to force a cache override when needed.

Adjusted UI to better handle when a beast is defeated.

Began initial balancing on battle.

Properly implemented surge abilities.

Refactored battle element icons.

Many various bug fixes and tweaks to battle UI.

Thank You!

We appreciate you sticking through to the end of this month’s updates!

May will mark one year from the time that the current dev team started work on Mythaura, and our May 1, 2023 update will feature a video detailing an integral part of the Mythaura gameplay loop: the battle system.

Mythaura’s player versus player (PVP) battle demo will go live with the June 1, 2023 update. We’re so excited to see everyone partake in this system, and look forward to your feedback!

See you around the Discord!