#CLIVE!!!!!!! HELLO CLIVE THANK YOU CLIVE

[lost-in-fandoms]

Max and Kelly at Autodromo Jose Carlos Pace on November 03, 2024 by Clive Mason

[phoenixfiiire]

@rosh1d ❤️'d starter call

There was always a strangely eerie quiet that felt like it covered the Hideaway in the fleeting hours between nightfall and morning. So many people had a habit of staying of late to finish work, or gossip, or simply drink to try to ease their thoughts and worries, and then there were those that rose before the sun to start on their work for the day. It left a very small, very narrow sliver of time where everyone was asleep, and those left awake would find the air unsettling - near suffocating.

Joshua fell in the camp of those who woke early, though staying up late had started to become a bad habit of his. The more he was awake, the less he could dream, and the less he could dream, the less Ultima could try to reach out to him. The embittered fragment lodged deep into his chest didn't have the strength to pull itself free, but it was more than capable of whispering into his mind when he was tired and vulnerable.

And with that came the dreams. Though, nightmare would have been a better word for them.

The most recent one, that one that had Joshua clawing at the air as he jerked himself away in a frenzy, fire crackling along his skin as his body buzzed with the primal fear that begged for the Phoenix to come out, had involved himself being dragged into a strange torrent of blinding light and fire as Ultima forced itself to merge with Clive. Joshua couldn't drag himself free and could only watch as the two became one, and Clive vanished - Ultima remained.

The thing inside of his chest felt very proud of itself as Joshua splashed lukewarm water on his face before heading out of his room. It felt very certain that this was not a dream but a portent of the future, one that Joshua would not be able to stop.

Mythos will be reborn.

It was not the first night of sleep that had been cut painfully short for Joshua, and not the first night that he spent leaning against one of the wooden railings while watching the stars to avoid returning to bed, but it was the first night that he heard footsteps approaching from behind. He glanced back, body tense for a moment before recognizing Clive's silhouette.

"Is sleep proving to be an illusive mistress for you as well, brother?" Joshua's mouth curved into a half-smile before he looked back toward the sky.

[infulaen]

`* @valistheanshield 's Clive accessed The Thousand Tomes! *

"DO NOT FRET, do not panic. Slowly, open your eyes for you are safe here. Your body needed some rest, so I mused silently. Now that you are awake, I can finally welcome you -- history patron."

[retnu-a-h]

Lord Elwin (Father) said: "Fate rarely calls upon us at a moment of our choosing."

FATE never truly called me... Despite having that passing thought for a brief second, the young boy lifts a hopeful gaze back at his father. He was lucky to have him, that much his mother had made very clear. He thanked the flames every single day for having pillars like him and his brother to fight out the overwhelming toll it took to divide himself between shield and family.

Even now, his father whispered the words he seemed to need. For a while, he had kept waiting on fate to give him something... Always, he came off empty handed, having to manifest fate, or an imitation of it, himself.

"I'm starting to wonder if fate even exists..." Is his initial answer, a sigh coming down as he tries to avoid his father's gaze, glancing back at the ground. Maybe this way, he couldn't notice him wavering. "You still believe in it, my Lord?"

Ah, he flinches, inevitably eyeing him back for a second. "Father, I mean."

♞ @phoenix-flamed ♞

[detective-piplup]

WAUGH (is bugged)

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Legal Consequences

JK Rowling: hello children Clive Barker: whoa jk rowling! you're alive! Barker: oh thank god we were all really worried Barker: since you hadn't tweeted in a week Barker: unless there was some REASON you're suddenly not tweeting Barker: hahaha

Barker: gee joanne is there some REASON you're not tweeting? Barker: some INCIDENT which might be, for some reason, restraining you from tweeting? Barker: like the advice of a lawyer perhaps? ha ha Poe: don't listen to clive joanne Poe: that lawyer is giving you good advice

Rowling: can you believe that imane khelif is sssuing me for cyber harassssment??? Rowling: cyberharasssment. now honesstly what is that? Rowling: do they give a nobel prize for cyber chemissstry?

Rowling: they would never find Britain'ss mosst beloved children'ss author guilty of cyberharassssment! Koontz: Julia Donaldson did cyberharassment?! Rowling: no no i was talking about me! Koontz: you're a children's author? Rowling: of course i wrote the Christmas pig Koontz:

Rowling: and the ickabog!!! Rowling: clive tell him i wrote the ickabog! Rowling: remember when you used to call it the "ickyhog" or whatever, always saying it wrong to troll me? good times right? Barker: yeah we're way past that joanne Barker: like so far past that

Rowling: i wrote the ickabog! the Christmasss pig! Koontz: Rowling: I'm Britain'ss favorite childrenss writer, damnit! Koontz: i like the Gruffalo :) Rowling: ughhhh!!!

Koontz: gosh joanne Koontz: if you feel like people aren't remembering your writing Koontz: maybe you should do more writing? Koontz: instead of the transphobia? Barker: damnnnn Barker: from the mouths of babes! Rowling: shut up

Rowling: that'ss cute, dean Rowling: thiss kid is cute Rowling: ssusspicioussly cute Rowling: let me measure your larynx, "dean" Poe: whoa whoa whoa joanne you can't do that here Poe: this isn't a Kansas elementary school locker room

King: gee joanne this is a real pickle King: maybe you could consult with some of the other named defendants in this suit to compare notes? King: like elon musk! King: elon, wouldn't you like to talk to joanne? Elon Musk: mama mia i like to talka to my besta bambino Stephano king!

King: no really i think you'd prefer to hang out with joanne Musk: me anna Stephano king, we besta pals! Musk: justa coupla paisanos, mama mia! King: please elon

King: go on elon go have a talk with joanne Musk: eyyy Stephano king we besta friends ey? Musk: check dis out Musk: [posts an AI image, it is not clear what it is supposed to be] Musk: ey? ey?

Barker: haha is Julia Donaldson in your vents too? Rowling: NO Rowling: don't mock me! i'm not ssome paranoid fool! Rowling: i have Dianne duane and Katherine applegate in the ventss

King: oh you've got a Katherine applegate infestation now too? Rowling: i think they have a nesst somewhere Rowling: i really need to hire a guy about that Rowling: it's jusst that I've been so busy lately King: oh yeah with the transphobia Rowling: exactly!!! with the transsphobia

[3dsben]

Your au is. Chefs kiss. My favorite thing ever. Does Clive know sign language or is he super fucked. Same with Dimitri?

Hello! Thanks a lot, It means the world :)

I talked about some Clive ideas on an earlier post, but I'm still not really sure of how it would go with him. Either;

A. He learns sign language due to Layton's influence but is betrayed by his accent being too sophisticated & different compared to Luke's, or B. He doesn't bother & he makes up some crazy excuse to cover for himself (brainwashing? memory loss??) & still pass off as Luke. Either way he is super fucked, like you said. In every sense that matters :3)

All Future London actors would probably have to know SL, or know enough to seem like they do. The Fake Evil Layton Lie would be that he's mandated BSL to be England's main language before spoken english, probably. I don't know what the actual reasoning behind that would be. They could've perfectly not done all that.

I haven't even thought about Dimitri! Assuming he would know, excusing it as having learned by association to Claire & to carry the role of Evil Layton, he could potentially have an interesting relationship with the language. But I don't think he would like it a lot. I think his signing would be loose & difficult to understand. Maybe riddled with mistakes. I'd have to think about it!

[drabblesandimagines]

hello, I saw your last post and remembered the drabble with clive and reader's wedding. can I request a short drabble about the reader being pregnant, please?

Thank you! Soft and sweet x --

You sigh, softly, as you try to readjust the pillow beneath your back to a more comfortable position, but without disturbing the slumbering man besides you.

“Are you all right, love?” Clive asks as he rolls over, looking at you through hazy but concerned eyes in the darkness of the chambers. His voice is sleep-tinged, a tad more gravelly than usual. He places a warm palm on your now heavily pregnant stomach – Tarja estimated you to be only a number of moons away now - smiling as he feels what he thinks is a foot kick out at his touch.

He smiles in understanding. “Ah, little one awake?”

“Been practicing their somersaults for a while now.” You grimace slightly as there’s another firm kick to your ribs. Whilst it’s lovely to feel them being so active, you just wish they didn’t choose to do it in the middle of the night. Clive sits up then, squeezes your hand before leaning down to place a soft kiss on your belly.

“We’ve spoken about this, little pup,” – he murmurs into your skin. You didn’t think you could fall more in love with Clive Rosfield than you already had, but seeing him speak to your unborn child with such affection makes your heart swell. “You must let your mama get her rest, hm?”

“And your papa in turn,” you squeeze his hand in response as he kisses your stomach once more.

“Two kisses for you, pup, means two kisses for mama as well – it’s only fair.” He sits up, placing one hand back on your belly, rubbing it in a slow, soothing circle and uses his other hand to cup your cheek, tilting your face in his direction and pressing two soft and slow kisses upon your lips before he pulls back, only to see you pout.

“Darling, must I remind you that Tarja said no excitement?”

“You started it.”

He chuckles, slipping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest as he presses another kiss to your temple. His palm remains rubbing comforting circles, seeming to settle the little one into retiring from their acrobatics routine and you let out a contented sigh, closing your eyes as you nuzzle your cheek against his chest.

“I love you,” you mumble, not sure if you’ve even said it loud enough for him to hear.

“I love you – both of you, my darlings.” Masterlist . Requests welcome . Commissions/Ko-Fi

[16eggsforxio]

little cuts and bruises

Joshua x Reader (Joshua with a crush vs incredibly socially unaware reader)

1988 words, fluff

I wanted to write 10 seconds of handholding but this happened instead.

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“Tarja?”

You hadn’t heard the aforementioned stern lady barking at anyone, so when you poked your head into the infirmary, it wasn’t a surprise that she was nowhere to be seen. She would probably return in a matter of minutes, loaded with an onslaught of warranted naggings at the patients there. Your hands were still fully occupied with the herbs you had painstakingly scavenged for, and you didn’t quite feel like sitting around waiting for her, so you shouldered your way through the door and let yourself in.

Helping Tarja collect materials for her medicine was nothing new to you, anyway. For the most part, you knew where she kept what, so you might as well get started on keeping them. She would probably praise you, too, and the thought made you eagerly approach the drawers that were the medicinal treasury.

Pain streaked across your palm momentarily. You winced. A stalk from one of the herbs had dug into an open cut across your hand.

The most recent outing had been successful, but… of course it had been successful. You knew your way around a sword… well, maybe halfway around it? So it wasn’t your fault for running and rolling off a ledge to escape one of those giant monsters and bruising your palms terribly. Bruises were better than being probably dead. And one of the herbs you had been looking for was encased in a thorny bush, but you had been exhausted from running from the monster and just wanted to return to the Hideaway, so you had thrusted your hands through the spikes anyway. Your already worn out gloves failed to persevere and the thorns had sliced through them and right into the skin of your hands.

Injuring yourself was decently normal during scavenging, but you had to admit your hands were quite the bloodied sight this time.

…Tarja would probably scold you, too. Oh, well…

Before you reached the drawers, you caught sight of something rare.

“Oh.”

Joshua Rosfield, red scarf and gloves missing as they normally were when he was being treated, sat on the edge of a bed, was staring up at you, eyes wide like sparrow’s when a human approached it.

You clutched the herbs closer to your chest and bowed your head towards him slightly. “Joshua. Hello.”

A smile adorned his rosy lips as he mimicked you and bowed his head. “Hello. You’ve just returned, I take it?”

“Yes. I found all these… stuff.” Herbs, you scolded yourself inwardly. Sometimes you weren’t the best at talking. You lifted your arms slightly to gesture to them.

“Ah.” He nodded. “Thank you for all your hard work.”

He was working way harder than you, though.

You awkwardly nodded in reply and continued shuffling over to the drawer. Gingerly, you placed the herbs on top.

Your interactions with Joshua were limited, as were most people’s, you guessed. He kept to himself to a severe extent and didn’t speak much to the average Hideaway member. Not out of rudeness, you imagined. He never seemed at ease.

Because you reported directly to Clive, sometimes you did see and speak to Joshua. But only briefly, for the most part. You couldn’t quite recall any memorable events between the two of you–on your side, anyway. Maybe Joshua thought of you as an awkward, bumbling mess. Or maybe an incredibly helpful scavenger? Or maybe he thought nothing of you at all. It didn’t matter that much, you supposed. You hardly saw him. You addressed him by his first name since you addressed Clive by his first name, at his insistence, but you weren’t even sure if he knew yours.

A heavy cough snapped you out of your thoughts. Joshua was hunched over, hand shielding his mouth. You blinked, unsure of what to do for a second. (Get Tarja?) When blood dripped from his lips after he moves his crimson-stained hand, you rushed to kneel in front of him and touch his arm.

“Joshua–” What were you supposed to do? You knew the basics of medicine for minor cuts and wounds, but nothing about this deadly cough that plagued him.

Get Tarja. You scrambled to your feet.

Joshua reached out with his clean hand and grabbed your wrist, shaking his head. You paused.

“Tarja will be back soon.” He tilted his head up to lock his gaze onto yours, and for a moment, you noticed a bit too much how delicately his golden locks framed his face. He smiled wryly. “She’s left to retrieve something, but she said she won’t be long. I will be fine, I assure you.”

As you said, you knew nothing about this deadly cough that plagued him.

“Are you sure?” You squinted at him. “...You won’t run away again?” Tarja often complained about that.

“I won’t. As a matter of fact, she has taken my garments with her as hostage temporarily.”

Oh, the scarf and the glove. Not that that meant much. You imagined if someone burst into the infirmary screaming that Clive was in deep trouble, Joshua would leap out of the window and prime and Tarja’s rage later would be unassuageable. You knew that much about him.

But you weren’t a healer, and you probably wouldn’t help by meddling, so you nodded slowly. Maybe you could help wipe the blood off, though.

Looking around, you located a brown rag nearby on one of the tables. Neatly folded, so it should be clean. You stepped towards it, only to feel a tug on your wrist. You looked down. Joshua was still holding onto you.

Uh. “Um, excuse me.” With your free hand, you carefully pried his fingers off of you. Your cuts did not sting against his hands.

Joshua shrunk back, arm held in front of him almost defensively. He was frowning. “Are you in a rush?” Did he sound disappointed? You couldn’t clearly tell.

“Huh?” You furrowed your brows. “...No? I’m just getting…” You pointed at the cloth.

Joshua relaxed. “Oh, I see.”

You felt like it was hard to understand him at times.

You grabbed the cloth, returned, tousled your hand under it, then leaned forward to dab at his mouth softly. You ignored the way he was looking right at you with those vivid blue eyes of his. It was unnerving.

When you moved down to wipe his bloodied hand, he looked down, and suddenly bolted forward. You only had a split second to wonder if you somehow offended him before he grabbed both of your hands and turned them to face your palms upwards.

“What happened here?” he asked softly.

Your cuts and bruises were a nasty sight. And his hands felt so smooth and unblemished. How did he do it? They somehow reminded you of Torgal’s squishy paws.

You shrugged. “Went scavenging.” You tilted your head at the herbs you had deposited.

“And this happens normally?”

It was difficult to answer that, because you kept no track record of small things like these. “I guess so.” The grimace on his face told you he was not satisfied. “Someone has to go out and get them, right? We have a lot of fighters here, and they get hurt.”

“At your own expense?” he pressed, leaning closer to you.

You did not pull away, but you decided to stare at a spectacular corner of the room that didn’t have anything. “These aren’t that bad. Just a few days–and they’ll be all better… Tarja might be upset, but that’s all.” You were unsure why he was so upset over a few cuts and bruises across your hands.

Joshua was quiet. You shifted awkwardly, unsure of what to make of the silence, and glanced back at him.

Then he cocked his head, blinked slowly at you and smiled the same way someone would when reassuring a lost child. “I could help you, if you’d allow me?”

Did he know his way around these medicinal salves, too? Maybe it would be better than suffering a scolding from Tarja.

“Sure.”

Joshua began to stand up, and you took a step backwards to give him space. He turned your hands over and up so your palms faced him with his hands pressed against them, and interlocked your fingers with his.

You weren’t very sure what this was, but Joshua’s demeanor was known for sticking out like a sore, princely thumb. Groomed to become Rosaria’s archduke, and all. This could be some pre-treatment gesture they did in Rosarian culture or something. You had heard he had given Mid an awkward but well-meaning greeting, too.

The back of Joshua’s hands glowed, and only now you acutely remembered that he was the Phoenix’s Dominant, who had an uncontested healing prowess.

Flames unfurled from his hands and cozily cocooned around yours; it reminded you of drinking hot tea in a harsh winter. The bruises began to lighten, and your skin began to stitch itself together over the cuts. You stared, awed, watching the fire ripple across in waves of brilliant magic, then blinked up at him.

“Is this okay? I mean, the curse…”

He chuckled. “That price is much too small to deny rewarding the most hardworking and endearing member of our team.”

Your face felt warm. Part of it was because of the fire, you told yourself.

“That’s an overstatement, I think,” you mumbled.

“Is it? I don’t think so.”

You couldn’t think of a reply.

Soon, all the cuts and bruises had vanished and your hands looked like they hadn’t worked a day in the field. You withdrew your hands from his and turned them over and over again in wonder. Joshua leaned over slightly to join you in having a look at them.

Pristine. You could go back to your duties almost immediately, and you wouldn’t have to face the wrath of Tarja. You didn’t know how to express with words how grateful you were.

��Oh, right. Recently, you often saw Clive do this thing when he was thanking Jill. You had thought it was a bit too close, but they were both raised in Rosaria, so maybe it really was a royal Rosarian thing. (When you had asked Clive about it, he had said it was nothing, and then walked away strangely quickly.)

You leaned forward, standing on the tips of your toes just a little, and gently bumped your forehead against Joshua’s. Your eyes met his gaze.

“Thank you.”

…Hm, his face looked a little flushed. You guessed it was an aftereffect of using the Phoenix’s abilities.

The sound of his breathing somehow felt even louder in those few seconds. Then he drew back and dusted the hair out of your face with the back of his fingers.

“–Didn’t I tell you to stay in bed?”

You jumped backwards, swinging towards the door of the infirmary. Tarja was grunting at Joshua, as usual, and oddly empty-handed.

“My apologies.” Joshua made a half-smile, as if to appease her.

Her eyes fell on you, and she nodded, before she caught sight of the spoils you had retrieved earlier.

“Oh, thank the Founder,” she breathed, striding over to the herbs. “We’d just run out of these. I was looking to see if you’d come back. This one here,” she casted a dirty look in Joshua’s direction, “needs it urgently, you see.”

You started. “These were for him?”

“Of course. A guzzler of our medicinal supplies, that’s what he is.” She tipped her head at him. “You should thank your lifesaver.”

Joshua tilted his head, smile full of mirth. “It’s mutual, I suppose.”

“What are you blabbering about this time?” Tarja grumbled from sifting through the leaves.

She soon shooed you out of the infirmary, after letting you know Clive was looking for you again. You idly wandered down the corridor and stopped for a while to stroke a sleepy Torgal.

Maybe you should go get yourself more cuts and bruises on the next assignment, too. Just little ones.

[of-buzzing-melodies]

If Lucía is something, is strangely polite, even when she apears in the rotting front door with chopped up cadavers in her backpack, she makes a point of cleaning her combat shoes and knock a few times before entering.

"Hello, mister Pembroke?" Lucía asks, trying to not scream much. "Got your buddies' food!"

-(( The Falling Girl

A few flies have already found her, excitement evident in how they buzz around her. Clive follows soon after, even more insects following closely, flying all around, some clinging to him, some crawling behind him on the floor.

"I must thank you. They have been rather impatient since I told them they had a feast coming." For a guy who looks very much like he should not be standing, he's all smiles. "I rather think we'd like it in the garden, if you do not mind."

[crepesuzette2023]

Hello! I loved your Brian lives fic. Do you have any other recs of fics featuring Brian?

Thank you for reading my story, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

And thank you for your questions, which sent me back to re-read some Brian-centered favorites, and also helped me find some new ones.

[as I'm doing unspeakable things to my fingernails awaiting @scurator's Brian/Paul/John story...]

Here are fics featuring Brian (preferably front and center, or looming large in absence) that I enjoyed a lot: Brian and the Boys:

We Happy Few (Selena). One of my favorite stories. Brian’s love for each of the Beatles. • a bottle of milk and some tranqulizers (Naraht). What if Brian were a character in AHDN? Short, with a very nice ending.

Brian and John:

Irrevocable Condition (@dailyhowl). John and Brian are together, free bohemians rising to the top • Crawling to the Car (@dailyhowl). Fantastic fractured impressionistic story set during the 1966 Paris trip with Brian, John, Paul, and Maggie McGivern. It’s about the snapshots in Paul’s camera, John’s loneliness, John and Brian’s almost love that is love, and the tether between John and Paul. • Formby Sands (Naraht). 1962. Brian dives into the cold waves. John watches and warms him up. Mismatching love, blue lips, and shivers.

Barcelona:

The Birds in the Sky Would be Sad and Lonely (@dailyhowl). The trip from John’s anxious, angry, messy point of view. I like that John wants Brian; dares to go further with him that with Stu or Paul. • From Barcelona to Santa Cruz (thinkpink20). John and Paul talk after Barcelona. Let the misunderstandings begin. • Barcelona (Selena). Paul and Astrid talk in Tenerife, or try to. Paul refuses to admit what’s bothering him. Very interesting perspectives.

Brian and John/Paul:

Nothing Mr. Epstein Can Do (@dailyhowl). Musings about John and Paul. ‘Brian wonders if he could consider himself the love child of their psyches.’  • Blue Christmas (@theoldmixer). My ‘Brian lives AU’ 2023 Secret Santa prompt twin! In this version, Brian acts as J/P matchmaker during the 1968 Christmas Party. He is handling things like a true professional.

Brian and Paul:

Managing Expectations (@pauls1967moustache). Paul is unsettled because he can’t tell where he begins and John ends. Brian is the obvious person to help. A psychosexual collision (and, as always with moeexyz, an A++ character study).

Brian and George:

Evasion (quietprofanity). The story is really about all of the Beatles, with Brian at the center and a very unhealthy John [who redeems himself] and some interesting Paul/George, but the most interesting throughline, to me, was George and Brian: from the moment Clive Epstein mistakes George for one of Brian’s flings to their beautiful night together. • The Rent Boy Misunderstanding (@ilovedig). George and Brian in the car, after Clive jumped to the wrong conclusions.

Brian and Andrew Loog Oldham: A guy who really knows his way around (Naraht). Brian meets a very young Andrew, and is suitably amused and intrigued. I loved Brian’s smooth POV.

Brian and Alistair Taylor: Another Kind of Love (Naraht). For once, “I loved him, but not like that” feels believable. Worth it for the growling Alistair vs. Peter Brown raising of the hackles alone.

[panelshowsource]

i feel like i'm so annoying being like JOE WILKINSON ROISIN CONATY but please understand i say it because it would be guaranteed hilarious 🥹

but okay okay let's think

first i think it would be funny to have some of the well-known bonafide smartypantses on, like jo brand, david and victoria, charlie brooker, clive anderson, richard osman, dara, and john oliver, because it's just funny as heck to see them get tripped up or stumped hehe and you may be thinking "what about stephen fry and sandi toksvig?" THERE IS NO STUMPING THEM. EVER. AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT.

there are lots of other lowkey smartypantses who would be so funny — paul foot, armando iannucci, adam buxton, elis james, lee mack, rhod gilbert, bill bailey, miles jupp, wild card suggestion is darragh from the chase he cracks me up. now, random people smartypants and otherwise i think would kill the format hmmm okay besides joe and roisin who mean everything to me, guz khan, lucy beaumont, prof. hannah fry, ed gamble, chloe petts, mel giedroyc, vic reeves, claudia, matt forde? could be quite funny actually and i think guy would laugh at him a lot?, ahir shah, jess hynes, nish kumar, judi love, johnny vegas, jamie laing, jessica knappett, sara barron, kerry godliman, fatiha el-ghorri, ivo graham, get william hanson on there why not

🚨 danny dyer, susie dent, catherine tate, alan carr 🚨 HANDS DOWN!!!

don't you think this format would be perfect for chris addison to come back into our panel show lives

and omg mark watson because remember when guy was having a lil go at him 😭😭😭💀💀💀

CUZ THAT IS VERY IMPORTANT guy is the host and he needs to think the guests are funny... hmm who would have a hilarious dynamic with guy...well...everyone😁 guy is the best😁

it makes sense, too, that some of the funniest dynamics on a format like cats does countdown would work on guy mont spelling bee, since it's all about being a lil smarty — so russell howard and roisin on the same panel would be great because she does her best and he takes the piss out of her. people who take the piss out of each other...hmm...fatiha el-ghorri and phil wang lmfao...alan carr and romesh one of my underrated faves...frankie boyle and miles jupp would be so good omg

I SHOULD STOP NOW hehehe sorry for the block of text i answered this stream of consciousness i hope you don't mind heheheheh

what about you??

aww what a cute question 🥰 honestly i do associate it with autumn because it often comes out in september/october (so i think of it as part of the fall tv schedule)! but, really, i associate different series with different seasons? like i think of s7 as being winter time because kerry made that big circle in the snow hahaha that kind of thing! it wouldn't surprise me if a lot of people think of taskmaster + summer tho?

omg i love map men they're so funny

thanks for taking the time to send in these other recs i'll check them out 🥹🫶 posting these for everyone else to enjoy too!!!

i haven't seen either yet!!! how are they? they're both on my drive waiting for me to watch them 🥹 i might watch ahir's tonight

sorry anon i don't, only the epub version is easily available 😞 maybe someone reading this will be able to help out?

someone sent it over!! i added it to the drive :)<3

hello anon yes! i threw it in the alex horne collection folder here it is :)

hello! you're not the first person to ask me this but i really don't think you can! as far as i know there is no proshot, it was never streamed in cinemas, never streamed online... someone can correct me if i'm wrong but :(

i think we just missed seeing it at the actual theatre (▱˘︹˘▱)

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[cawthorntales]

Grayson: Hello beautiful.

*Clive blushes*

Clive: Thank you Grayson. I appreciate that.

Grayson: I'm glad someone does.

Clive: Something wrong?

Grayson: It's nothing.

Clive: A joke will cheer you up!

*Clive tells joke*

Grayson: Thank you Clive.

~

Day 4 of interaction week. Grayson gave each guy a flirt and told an engaging story. It was then up to the contestants to put in effort. Clive told a joke about family heritage and he confessed admiration. @akitasimblr

[the-babygirl-polls]

Babygirl Polls Lineup: Week One

Hello everyone! Here we have the lineup for the first week of the Babygirl Polls! Thank you so much for all your submissions!

Klarion Bleak (Young Justice)

Dante Sparda (Devil May Cry)

Ace Ukiyo (Kamen Rider: Geats)

Bro Strider (Homestuck)

Michael Schmidt (Five Nights at Freddy's)

Cole Brew (Rhythm Doctor)

Peppino Spaghetti (Pizza Tower)

Negan (The Walking Dead)

Todd (Not Me: The Series)

Dan (Not Me: The Series)

Sound (My School President)

Nuengdiao (Never Let Me Go)

Adolin Kholin (The Stormlight Archive)

Xue Yang (The Untamed)

Aaron Warner (Shatter Me)

Jean Descole (Professor Layton)

Curt Mega (Spies are Forever)

Klavier Gavin (Ace Attorney)

Ghost (Call of Duty)

Emperor Belos/Phillip Wittebane (The Owl House)

Wen Kexing (Word of Honor)

Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney)

Taichi Hiraga-Keaton (Master Keaton)

Akk Pipitphattana (The Eclipse)

Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

Bruce Wayne/Batman (The Batman (2022))

Kenzo Tenma (Naoki Urasawa's Monster)

Jason Todd/Red Hood (DC)

Usami Tokishige (Golden Kamuy)

Char Aznable (Mobile Suit Gundam)

Harry Du Bois (Disco Elysium)

Vegas (Kinnporsche: The Series)

Barry the Chopper (Full Metal Alchemist)

Khatha (Midnight Museum)

Ronald Lynch (Home Movies)

Ballister Boldheart (Nimona)

Rex Dangervest (The Lego Movies)

Emmett Brickowski (The Lego Movies)

Knife (Inanimate Insanity)

Nickel (Inanimate Insanity)

Balloon (Inanimate Insanity)

Nona (Locked Tomb Series)

Laudna (Critical Role)

Ryu Suyeol (Bad and Crazy)

Paul Matthews (Hatchetfield)

Gregory House (House MD)

Ingo (Pokemon)

L (Death Note)

Elijah Volkov (Camp Here and There)

Kevin (Welcome to Night Vale)

Yuma Kokohead (Master Detective Archive: Raincode)

Alex Horne (Taskmaster)

Vash the Stampede (Trigun, Trigun Maximum, and Trigun Stampede)

Greg Davies (Taskmaster)

Byron (Pokemon Diamond/Pearl/Platinum)

Shang Tsung (Mortal Kombat 1)

Garry (IB)

Homelander (The Boys)

Cardan Greenbriar (The Folk of The Air Trilogy)

Omega (Mega Man Zero)

Clive Rosfield (Final Fantasy 16)

Cassian Andor (Star Wars)

Ted Spankoffski (Hatchetfield)

Tang (Lego Monkey Kid)

Tomura Sigaraki (My Hero Academia)

Liam de Lioncourt (Monster Prom)

Matthew Patel (Scott Pilgrim Takes Off)

Ethan Winters (Resident Evil)

Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint)

Waver Velvet/Lord El Melloi II (Fate Series)

Dave (Dave and Bambi)

Yoo Joonghyuk (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint)

Envy (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood)

Akira Nishikiyama (Yakuza/Like A Dragon)

Eddie Diaz (9-1-1)

Simon Petrikov (Adventure Time and Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake)

Sanji (One Piece)

Adrien Agreste (Miraculous Ladybug

Romeo Montague (& Juliet)

Luz Noceda (The Owl House)

Lance Dubois (& Juliet)

Francois Dubois (& Juliet)

William Shakespeare (& Juliet)

Chesed (Lobotomy Corporation)

Cesare (Bigtop Burger)

Morris (Stardew Valley)

Kinger (The Amazing Digital Circus)

Estinien Varlineau (Final Fantasy XIV)

Frederick Chilton (Hannibal)

Leon S. Kennedy (Resident Evil)

Jaskier (The Witcher)

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Radovid (The Witcher)

Trafalgar Law (One Piece)

Zagreus (Hades)

Shadow The Hedgehog (Sonic)

Sepiroth (Final Fantasy)

Vegeta (Dragon Ball Z)

Charlie Kelly (It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia)

Reverend Rod Putty (Moral Orel)

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Hello! Deciding to send an ask because I’m curious + I love learning more about the characters ( to be different from any other anons, I’ll use ✨ in my asks :] )

For all the characters who we can romance, are there any nicknames they love and any nicknames they hate for their partner to use

— ✨ anon!

Kay: pretty much happy with nickname or pet name, but he'd probably be most into something like "love" (and would also use that one in return). Also "sweetheart" and cute stuff like that. There's not a whole lot he'd be opposed to!

Clive: he gets really flustered by nicknames / pet names so anything you call him will make him turn red. Even though he thinks it's cringe, he likes "babe" or "baby". Or if you even greet with him a "Hey, good looking"... that'll do something big to his heart lmao. Just don't call him something like "baby cakes" or "muffin", that's way too embarrassing.

Shannon: for just a straight up nickname, "Shan" is great! For pet name stuff, she likes things that dote on her a bit like "angel", "cutie", "sugar", "princess", etc. Basically anything that'll make everyone else around cringe at how sickenly sweet it sounds.

Jasper: he likes kinda old-fashioned sounding things, like "darling". He loves pet names but he is more into calling them than being called them, though, so there's no need for much variety. Find one you like and he'll let let you know what he thinks of it - but he won't be into the whole "babe"/"baby" thing. You can also call him "Jaspy" in a playful way to see how that goes... (:

Natalia: for nicknames, Nat. For pet names, she isn't huge into them, but she'll accept ones that are in good taste and not humiliating. You could call her "hun" and she'd be fine with that but "sweetie" would be too far - basically just keep it short and discreet.

Thanks for the question!!

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Jurassichrist

Michael Allen Rose: submitted for the approval of the midnight society, Michael allen rose presents the tale of jurassichrist by Michael allen rose, read by Michael allen rose, performed by Michael allen rose, with special denouement by Michael allen rose Rose: musical accompaniment by Michael Allen rose and the Michael allen rosettes Rose: with special guest star the Michael Allen Rose singers

Rose: everyone! put your hands together! get ready to make some noise Rose: in preparation, i've given you all noisemakers- Koontz: doot Rose: not yet, dean Koontz: sorry Rose: now get ready for Koontz: doot

Rose: get ready for Rose: Michael allen rose's jurrassi Dean Koontz: [blowing noisemaker] doot Rose: not yet dean Koontz: oh sorry Rose: get ready for Michael allen rose's jurr Koontz: doot Rose: CONFOUND IT!

Poe: you shouldn't have given him that noisemaker Poe: you know what he was going to do Barker: doot Poe: now clive you're just doing it to make trouble

Rose: picture this! J.C., the son of Man, the lamb of god, the good ol' messiah himself Rose: he comes back for the second coming Rose: but a miscalculation sends him NOT to modern earth Rose: but to the time… OF THE DINOSAURS!

King: wait i've got a question King: Who's this JC guy now? King: Does that stand for Jesus Christ? Barker: THAT'S your question? Barker: cuz i feel like this entire concept raises A LOT of questions

Anne Rice: EXCUSE ME this doesn't make any sense Rice: Jesus Christ has all the powers of the heavens Rice: he could easily escape from dinosaur times King: i thought you weren't religious Rice: that was LAST week Rice: i'm very catholic again this week

Rose: now anne brings up a very good question Rose: but see, in order to ascend to heaven, Jesus needs to get nailed to a cross Rose: and dinosaurs just don't have thumbs King: oh damn he thought of everything! Rice: Rice: ok i'll accept this

King: jesus meets dinosaurs… this sounds like it could be a chuck tingle book! Rose: no this is totally different Rose: i write bizarro comedy horror with a sly edge Rose: chuck tingle is Rose: Rose: he's something else!

Rose: if this was a tingler, then jesus would BE a dinosaur Rose: and also butt fucking some sort of abstract concept Poe: that is a good point King: i don't know King: i'm not sure i'm convinced

Chuck Tingle: hello chums, it's me chuck tingle Tingle: tingle's the name, being normal's my game King: chuck didn't you write about jesus meeting a dinosaur? Tingle: oh no chum, that's in the past! Tingle: now i write serious horror with socio-political commentary that really makes you think Tingle: but thanks for thinking of me!

Rose: now Jesus Christ is stuck in the time of the dinosaurs Rose: and he's hoping each time, that the next leap Rose: will be the leap home Rose: but first Rose: [brandishing hot sauce bottles] who wants hot sauce???