#I AM VISIBLE 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯

[sherbetlemonss]

PENNY FOR LESBIAN VIS WEEK HEYYYYYYY

[faeryarchives]

let me kiss you

summary: after waiting for the right moment, you finally get to kiss your lover on the lips for the first time note: my canva and grammarly are both down so i can't do the requests today 😭 but hihi omg omg omg im sorry if it's bad okay i tried tags: gender neutral, fluff and maybe suggestive or ITS VERY SUGGESTIVE HONESTLY 😭 recent works: i'm not jealous !! (savanaclaw x gn!reader) & octavinelle with a fischl like female reader! & to my beloved (octavinelle x gn!s/o)

༉‧₊˚. look at me: now don't go hiding your face from him after pulling off such trick 😭 before you could even run away, his hands wrapped around your waist and already pulling you in for another kiss - lips pressing against each other somewhat aggressive + you could feel your blood rushing through your veins, legs almost giving up causing you to hold on to his neck and after what seems like hours - you both took a step back to take in a deep breath 😮‍💨 you just want to give him a peck why did it escalated so far? not that you are complaining 🧍🏻‍♀️

— trey clover, LEONA KINGSCHOLAR, jade leech, vil schoenheit, MALLEUS DRACONIA (im on the floor)

༉‧₊˚. kiss me again: at first they would be stunned but they would hold your cheek gently, letting yourself sink into his embrace before your lips brushed against his so tenderly - feeling his hands caressing your hand in circles and your body start feeling warm over as he slowly inched towards you until your foreheads are touching + whispering "kiss me again?" in the softest voice and you couldn't help but swoop in and give him a fleeting kiss 😚 beware of this greedy man because he will and can sneak and give you a lot of kisses every time you would see each other 😍

— cater diamond, ruggie bucchi, FLOYD LEECH, JAMIL VIPER, rook hunt, lilia vanrouge

༉‧₊˚. am i dreaming?: now this man hasn't felt the touch of someone in a romantic way !! he knew that he is brave to do pda stuff with you is when he is dreaming 🛌 so the moment you pecked them - they would start to malfunction very much 🤯 and start mumbling like "this is not another dream right?" and you had never seen him in such mess before so take it easy on them + would be hesitant in asking you but after taking in some courage he will hold your hand and look you in the eyes very determined - i've never done this before. i’m probably not going to be great at it and that is okay because you are trying it together !! his first time initiating it might not be perfect but for sure it won't be the last time 🫡 after all, practice makes perfect 🤩

— riddle rosehearts, ACE TRAPPOLA, kalim al asim, epel felmier, SILVER

༉‧₊˚. speechless: oh great heavens help this guy because one moment he would be talking your ear off and the other second he is just all stunned and speechless, staring at you in shock 😳 + his face and ears are a shader (lighter/darker) due to him blushing and what after seems like an eternity he finally realized that you actually kissed him + would ask you to do it again for one time, then it will become two times until you spend the whole afternoon showering him with kisses and he will wear it as a medal if your lipstick / lipgloss is visible all over his face 🤩

— deuce spade, jack howl, azul ashengrotto, IDIA SHROUD, SEBEK ZIGVOLT

[ahotmesswithprivilege]

Never Alone

paring: Bradley Bradshaw x female!IC!reader (callsign Nike )

wordcount: ca. 3700 (only because this will be a multi-part thing XD)

synopsis: When Bradley stumbles out of the Hard Deck with a pretty tag chaser he has a plan for the night. Take her home, fuck her, kick her out. Not that this was something he did often but with the stress at work he needed to let off some steam. That is until he hears someone crying and his night takes a turn he hadn't expected at all.

note: I initially intended to post the whole thing (currently at almost 12000 words 🤯 ), but I really wanted to post a new piece and since I started a lot of new WIP instead of finishing something I thought this would be a good idea. Also, my Rooster debut so to speak (you can thank @mynameismckenziemae for this one. The fact that Rooster is the hero in this one is kind of on her 😅 . Thanks for helping me decide and for listening to my rambles on the regular. I am really thankful for the support) and I hope you all like it. And you know that navy inaccuracies are a given with my stuff, but this time I went a bit more ham than usual. The role of IC (Incident Commander) is existing in crisis and natural disaster management but fuck if I know if some work for the Navy. I made all of that up for the sake of the plot. Don't like that, please skip this one. And last but not least, yes this is yet again very self-indulgent stuff and it will get only worse with the next part, so if you don't like it, click off 😘

Trigger Warning(If I forgot something or you want me to add to the list, my inbox is wide open. You are responsible for your media consumption, so proceed with caution, you know the drill): plus-size!reader, military/navy inaccuracies, non-canon (not even sure if this is canon compliant so, take that as you will), allusion to trauma/dissociative episode, written by a non-native speaker

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When Bradley stumbles out of the Hard Deck with a pretty tag chaser on his arm he knows how this is gonna end. Take her home, have some fun and then kick her out. He wasn't one to indulge often, but considering how Maverick had been on his ass during training all week, he really needed to let off some steam. His arms were wrapped around her waist, lips wandering over her neck as he manoeuvred her back towards his Bronco until he stopped in his tracks.

There it was again. He had almost missed it with the busty brunette giggling into his ear, but he was sure that he heard right. "Hey Casanova, I am down here", she puts a hand on his cheek to pull his focus back to her," You wanted to show me a good time, remember?" But Rooster couldn't focus on the way her hands were roaming his body or the way she began to kiss his jaw, leaving a trace of lipgloss in her wake. "Didn't you hear that? Someone's crying" "That's just a girl who got what you promised me", she retorts, but it only makes him cringe. If this is how she imagined the sound of a consenting couple, he sure as fucking hell didn't want her in his bed.

Untangling himself from her limbs he walked over to the dark place next to a huge palm tree. The curled-up figure was barely visible in the shadows, but the sniffling was getting louder the closer he walked. "Hey what about me?", the woman whines, stomping her high heel sandal-clad foot on the ground. "Go in and find yourself another set of tags", he growls back annoyed, regretting the tone of his voice and the volume the moment he sees the figure flinch.

This was bad.

For a moment he wondered if he should call Phoenix or even Penny to make sure he wasn't doing more damage than good, but then he saw how a ring caught the light from the Hard Deck entrance. He knows that ring. The silver laurel branches that are winding around a delicate finger. He has seen it more than once.

"Nike?", he freezes for a moment unable to compute the situation. He had been at the Hard Deck all night and was sure he would have spotted you in the crowd. Not to mention that you weren't one for bars. You said as much yourself whenever one of the others had invited you for an evening out. "Hey Nike, it's me. Rooster", he tries to make himself small as he approaches, not wanting to intimidate you, voice soft and gentle. "Are you...", he begins before he stops himself. Was he really just about to ask you if you were ok? It's so goddamn fucking obvious that you are not, so he settles for something else. "What happened, Nike?" You were still sitting there, legs pulled close to your body, head resting on your knees as you cried. He moved another step closer when you suddenly looked up at him as if only now you realised that someone was there. "Rooster?"

Your chest was heaving, your fingers nervously drumming on your kneecaps while you tried to focus on him, clearly struggling with the situation "Yeah. It's me. Shall I call someone?", he asked and as soon as he mentioned the call you began frantically shaking your head, reaching a trembling hand out to him to grab the wrist of the hand that was about to reach into his pocket. "No, please don't" He pulls his hand back out of his pocket and lifts it up in the air to signal surrender. "Ok, I'm not"

Bradley only knows you as IC. The woman for the impossible jobs and who you call when shit hit the fan and you need someone to fix it. A woman tough as nails and level-headed who always has a backup plan for the backup plan to make sure you got your people home safe and you were fucking brilliant at it. They named you after the goddess of victory for a reason. Whenever he was on a mission you were responsible for he felt a lot calmer and he knew he wasn't the only one. People trusted your competence and your judgement. They trusted you.

Hell, you were probably the only person on planet Earth to tell Admiral Simpson no if you thought something was a shitty idea and lived to tell the tale.

"Then say what you need Nike. Please?", he pleads feeling completely helpless. He has never seen you so utterly terrified and there is a feeling rising in his chest that makes him want to knock on the door of whoever left you so scared and very impolitely beat the shit out of them. You loosen the grip on his wrist and let your hand glide down his arm until yours is in his and he gives you a reassuring squeeze. Even with his fingers wrapped around yours, he can feel the trembling. When you finally answer him your voice is barely above a whisper. "A place to stay"

He didn't need to hear anything else. He just nodded and pulled you up by the hand that was still clinging to his own. Your feet were wobbly and the heels didn't make it any better. His eyes wandered over you, assessing whether there was any injury that he had to be mindful of before he let go of your hand for a second, the terror lighting back up in your eyes immediately. "It's ok, Nike. I am here", his voice is low and raspy as he places one hand on your back and bends down, placing the other under your knees to pick you up bridal style. He felt the way your body seemed to relax in his hold, face buried in his neck as he rested his head on yours before he murmured into your hair. "Let's get you home"

At a red light on the drive to his place he looks down where your hand is still holding his, his thumb gently petting the back of your hand while your head rested on his shoulder. In all the years of knowing you, he's never seen you so close to someone else. You usually prefer to keep people out of your personal space. It was something everyone on base respected and that makes him wonder.

You were so strong, so resourceful and intelligent. You had seen so much shit in your life and 9 times out of ten they called you in when it already hit the fan, so you were no stranger to working under immense pressure, the lives of people depending on the shots you were calling. How could someone bring you into a position where you would be so utterly terrified that it'd push you into a state that looked like a full-blown anxiety attack?

Considering the pretty dress, the heels and your by now smudged make-up it was likely you'd been out today and since bars and clubs are not your scene, he figures it must have been a restaurant. The thought that someone treated you so badly was infuriating him. You had dedicated your life to protecting people, making sure that they get back home to their families and loved ones unharmed. To treat someone like you bad enough to send you spiralling called for a grade-A asshole and a part of him hoped you'd tell him the name later. He would gladly pay that asshat a visit and he would bet, the rest of the dagger squad would happily tag along.

It's not much later when he puts the Bronco in park in front of his house, feeling the way you instantly stiffen next to him. "I'll go ahead and open the door", your grip around his hand tightens even more. You are holding on to him for dear life. Bradley Bradshaw was your lifeline right now and to be someone you trusted so much filled his heart with pride. He only wished he would have found out under different circumstances.

"I'll be right back, Nike", he hears you stifle a sob while you tremble. Whether it's the chill night air or your fear, he is not quite sure and so he leans to the side to press a gentle kiss on your forehead. "You tell me when you are ready", he adds, pulling you into an embrace as the two of you sit here in his car. He'd stay here with you for hours if you needed it. "Promise you'll come back" "I promise", he looks down at you and you nod. Letting go of his hand so he can get out of the car. Brad cannot remember any other time when he ran up the steps to his house this fast, unlocking the door and grabbing the quilt from his couch before he gets right back to you.

Seeing the way your eyes light up when you see him as he opens the car door makes his heart soar and ache at the same time. "Told you, I'd come for you Nike", he steps closer and gently places the blanket around your shoulders and when he picks you up again he feels how you instantly melt into his embrace. "I'll always come for you"

He tried to kick his front door closed as quietly as he could to not spook you even more and kept the lights off too as he made his way to his bedroom. From there he goes into the en-suite and sits you down on the counter. "Blanket on or off?" "Off" He nods, taking the colourful patchwork off of your shoulders and throwing it in the corner where he usually stores his dirty laundry. He could deal with that some other time. "I'll turn on my bedside lamp in the other room. Close your eyes and I’ll tell you when to look”, he was looking for any sign that you needed another moment but you nodded.

So he turns around and walks into his bedroom, turning on the lamp and throwing the next best piece of fabric over it to dim the light. It was enough to see something but not too much on your eyes that had probably gotten used to the darkness outside. "You can open your eyes", he says, turning back to look at you, eyes wandering over you for a moment to see if there was any injury that he had missed in the darkness outside the Hard Deck but he couldn't find anything. On his way back to you he rummaged around in his drawer, finding a Phillies jersey that could fit you if the dress wasn't comfortable enough for you to sleep in.

"I'm back", he announces himself and sees how your entire body relaxes, shoulders lowering and fingers no longer playing nervously with your ring. "I'm gonna take your shoes off first" He throws the jersey over his shoulder before he goes down on his knees, unlacing your oxford heels, every move slow and deliberate, before he places them down on the floor under the cabinet, to get them out of the way. He is looking up at you from his crouched position. He wants to seem as non-threatening as possible for what comes next.

"Do you want to keep your dress on or change into a shirt?", he asks, taking the jersey from his shoulder and showing it to you. He sees the way you are contemplating for a long while, brow furrowed and teeth sinking into your lower lip before you reach out for the worn-out material. It's soft and you are digging your fingers into the material and holding onto it the way you'd been holding onto his hand. Holding on for dear life.

"Want me to stay or wait outside?", he asks, not wanting to put you into a worse situation than you are already in. Damn, he wished you would have allowed him to get Phoenix or Penny, then this would have been not as bad by a long shot. You are quiet for a while and he wonders if you've drifted off again the way he found you in front of the Hard Deck, but then your gaze finds his and you take a deep breath. "Can you help with the zipper?" "Of course"

He gets up and watches you jump off the counter, your stance much more stable now that the heels are off. It's more the look he's used of you and it gives him the feeling that he's at least doing something right here. You turn around, his jersey still pressed to your chest, looking down at the washed-out red and white fabric as if it gave you some form of solace. Bradley takes a step closer, his eyes searching yours in the mirror to make sure you know what would come next and when you give him a nod he reaches out his hand, gently pulling down the zipper. Underneath the fabric is some sort of underdress all laced up with a pretty bow. Fuck. He would have never taken you for the corset-wearing type of gal.

You let the dress slide down to the floor before you pull his jersey over your head. He wants to help you to smooth it down your body but you shake your head and his hands are off immediately. "Sorry" "No...Can you untie...?" This time he's the one nodding, letting his hands glide under the fabric, pulling at the laces to undo the bow and then loosening them enough so you could let it glide down your body too and step out. The pile of fabric, tulle and boning is on the floor and he sees that you attempt to lean down, your hand on the counter for balance in order to pick your clothes up but he's faster. "Thank you" “I can put this on a hanger for you”, he nods over to where he usually stores his drying shirts. “There are loops...”, you start and he easily finds them, placing them on the hanger's hooks before he puts them on the clothes rail. As his eyes wander over the dress, he's wondering for a moment who you had met to doll up like this. "Anything else?"

He sees the way you are thinking, fighting with yourself "Whatever it is, if I can do it, I will" "Can you help with the stockings?" You don't meet his eye, probably embarrassed to make yourself vulnerable in front of a coworker like this but right now Rooster doubts that there is anything in this world he wouldn't do for you.

So for the second time tonight, Bradley Bradshaw lets himself fall onto his knees, feeling your hand on his shoulder for support while both hands are smoothing up your calf to your knee and under the jersey, feeling where the nylon ended so he could pull it down for you. His eyes are glued to the ground to make this at least a little less awkward for you. Once the fabric is gone, he switches to the other side and repeats the same movement before he looks up at you, the bunched-up material ending up under the sink next to your shoes.

"You good, Nike?", he asks, eyes searching your face for any sign that he's overstepped but all he finds is that gentle expression of fondness on your face, not quite a smile but considering the circumstances, Bradley would settle for this. You give him a small nod, hand moving from his shoulder closer to the crook of his neck, fingers lingering on his scars and Brad couldn't help but close his eyes at the gentle touch, willing his body to stay perfectly still to not destroy this moment of peace. Not for you and not for him. "Thank you Rooster", he's had your voice in his ear so often, assertive and commanding, but now your voice was gentle, as much a caress for him as your fingers. "For you, always", he looks up at you and for a moment he feels like the world stops turning and he wonders if given another chance at a different time, you would return to his home and allow him to prove to you that there were men out there who could treat you right.

When you finally pull back your hand he slowly moves up to stand before you, towering over you but you don't flinch. Bradley Bradshaw doesn't make you feel you need to and he cannot help but feel a pride rising in his chest that of all people, you chose him to put your trust in. "Now let's get you into bed", he steps to the side, letting you walk past him with his hand hovering over the small of your back. His hand wants to touch, but he doesn't want to push. Not after the night you had. That is until he realises that you are walking towards the door.

"Where do you think you are going?" "Couch" Fuck no. He would not make you sleep on that thing that was short and so worn out that it'd surely break your back. But what was even worse than the idea of you on his couch was the fact you believed that he would allow, let alone want that. Getting his hands back on you he picks you up bridal style and carries you back over to the bed. "You take the bed" "Rooster..." "No" There is a small smile playing on his lips. It reminds him of the first time he met you way back when.

You had just finished the mission briefing when Hangman suggested a change to the plans and your only reply was: "No" "What no?" "No", you looked Hangman straight in the eyes, pretty brow arched, and everyone in the room could feel the fury start to simmer in Hangman's veins at the way you're dismissing him and his points so easily. "No is a complete sentence, Lieutenant Seresin. Considering your reputation as base casanova I was hoping you'd understand the concept" That was the moment Rooster knew that he liked you.

Rooster was a navy guy and could sleep wherever, even on the hardwood floor if he had to, but you needed some proper rest. He lays you down on the bed as gently as possible and when he straightens his back he sees the expression on your face. It's such a wild swirl of emotions that are washing over your features, ever-changing like the ocean, that he doesn't know what to expect next, but it sure as hell wasn't this. "I'm scared of being alone"

He knows that this is far more than a simple statement. It is your way to ask for him to stay, to have him around for your comfort. It's not like he doesn't want to, but there is a part of him that wonders if this would be something you'd come to regret the next morning. He had always known you as someone who loved her personal space, avoiding even handshakes whenever you could. He had his hands all over you tonight and he didn't want to push his luck, but then he saw your pleading eyes and he smiled down at you. "I'll just get into some comfortable clothes and then I'm right back", he leans down and presses a soothing kiss to your forehead. He couldn't remember the last time he had been this soft around someone and yes, the circumstances were shitty at best, but there was a part of his heart that revelled in the gentleness of these moments. "Thank you, Bradley"

He has to stop himself for a moment, eyes wide with surprise as he looks at you. Never before have you used his first name. It was always Lieutenant, Bradshaw, Rooster or a combination of those three, usually depending on how pissed you were at him for fucking around with your meticulous mission plans. There was a flicker of fear that washed over your face as the realisation hit you what you just said but he reached out his hand, gently resting on your cheek, thumb caressing your skin. "No need to thank me, Nike. I am glad if I can help"

He allows himself another moment to enjoy the feeling of your soft skin against his before he pulls back and turns to grab some fresh clothes to sleep in and heads to the bathroom. His movements are hurried, almost frantic while he gets out of his clothes and ready for bed. All the while feeling a fear creeping up on him. He closed the door, to make sure to respect your boundaries but now he regretted it. It meant he couldn't check in on you, couldn't make sure that you were ok and not spiralling. Throwing his worn clothes over to the hamper without caring if he actually hit or not he just pulls on his sweat pants and opens the door, muscle shirt still in hand as he walks into the bedroom and pulls it over his head.

When he reached the bed where you had curled up already, he crouched down to be on eye level with you. “Tell me what you need from me", his voice is soft and quiet as he talks, pushing a strand of hair out of your face and behind your ear. He sees how you try to sink even deeper into the pillow as if you wanted to hide from him and that makes his heart ache. "Remember Nike. Whatever you need as long as I can make it happen, you'll get it" "Can you...", your voice is barely above a whisper and when he tries to meet your gaze you turn around and scoot over on the bed to make room for him. "I just really don't want to be alone"

You feel the way the mattress is dipping under his weight but you cannot bring yourself to turn around and look him in the eye. "You are not alone Nike", his voice is close to your ear and you can feel the way his breath is fanning out over your cheek and neck. And then you surprise him when you reach behind him and take his hand to place it over your waist, your fingers interlaced with his as your thumb drummed a nervous rhythm into the palm of his hand. "You are never alone"

Part 2

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[nightcolorz]

Beyond my hope that Daniel will give Marius a colossal amount of shit in the show, I am interested to see how their first meeting will go. Daniel is Armands first and only fledgling, and he’s an old man. A baby vampire sure, and really what’s 71 years to vampires as old as him? But still, a human with visible signs of age.

ME 2 I THINK ABOUT THIS ALL THE TIME!!

I think Marius would genuinely rlly like amc Daniel and find him very charming and endearing + be so happy and fascinated that his fledgling he thought would never turn someone now has a fledgling, he’s like a proud new grandpa. I think he also, from a vampire who hates ancient vampire rules standpoint, would be delighted that Armand turned a clever old man instead of the ideal for “who should be a vampire”. And I love to think about this bcus it would make Daniel SO MAD. As much as he hates being infantilized by ancient vampires now he has to be infantilized by Mr pedo-mcfile. Omg he’d be seething,

I also think it would make Daniel rlly mad that Marius is infinitely more self aware then the vampires Daniel is used to interviewing so while Daniel is trying to use his asshole reporter tactics to get under his skin and give him those Louis style 😦 gasp!! Memory is a monster indeed Daniel 🤯🤯 moments, Marius is just like 😁 hehe yess I am a pedophile and I’m attracted to young boys 🙏 yes I know I did everything wrong with Armand and I fucked him up real bad 🥺 heart break emoji. Yeah I am a rlly bad person I feel so bad ☹️😣. And Daniels like FUCK OFF JUST HAVE A REVELATION ALREADY U STUPID SHIT

[forabeatofadrum]

Hello and El WooWoo! @artsyunderstudy and @you-remind-me-of-the-babe tagged me on Sunday, but that day was moving day so I didn't have time to post. And then Monday and Tuesday AND today was more moving stuff so folks, I skipped SSS. Gasp! This was actually the first time I skipped a SSS/WW post ever since I started doing these in November 2021 (🤯). Honestly, I am not even sure how I managed to keep this "streak" going for so long.

ANYWAY. FIC. It's Pride Month, my dudes, and I have a pride themed chapter planned for Ljubili se. I've had this planned since I started outlining the story and it would be ideal if I were to post it in actual pride month, but alas. The Pride(TM) chapter is chapter 11. I posted chapter 9 a week ago or so BUT I HAVE NOTHING FOR CHAPTER 10 YET.

Ah well, at least I am not a big company. I'm fine with posting pride stuff after June. Here's some of the Pride(TM) chapter, though:

Blaine follows Kurt, Santana and Dani. Dani and Santana are chatting happily. They've already done some pregaming at Dani's place and they are very happy because of it. The outside doesn't look too flashy, apart from the string with little pride flags that's decorating the building. There are so many of them and it's colourful. It's Blaine's first time going to a gay bar and he hates that he wishes that it weren't so obvious. He loves the flags, truly, but he's very aware that everyone around him will be able to see what place he's entering. "You okay?" Kurt asks, "We can still go and watch a movie." Dani and Santana don't waste time. They enter the bar without a second thought and Blaine looks up to the flags again. Isn't this the point? Doesn't he want visibility? He's come out to Santana and Rachel. He's planning on telling his family. He's nervous, truly, but he also definitely wants this. Yes, people will see where he's going, but he wants to be here. He grabs Kurt's hand and the two of them follow Dani and Santana inside.

Does anyone have a fun title for a gay bar?

And now, the weather: @quizasvivamos @coffeegleek @caramelcoffeeaddict @raenestee @tectonicduck @nightimedreamersworld @urban-sith @bookish-bogwitch @confused-bi-queer @that-disabled-princess @special-bc-ur-part-of-it @larkral @cutestkilla ​ @wellbelesbian ​ @facewithoutheart ​ @shrekgogurt @rockitmans @bitbybitwrites @whatevertheweather @theotherhufflepuff @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion @esilher @kurtsascot @blackberrysummerblog @nightimedreamersghost @ivelovedhimthroughworse @thnxforknowingme

[jujutsusimp]

Yo just wanted to compliment you on your smaus. They are really good, definitely the most in-character I've seen on Tumblr, and really well written. And the fact that English isn't your first language? 🤯 Anyways yeah really good stuff!!!

Thank you so so much for your kind words!!! It really means a lot to me.

As for the fact English is not my first language, I think it's visible with the abbreviation and slang. I know a couple but not much. Initially, I wanted some of the chara like Toji to have a more broken writing but it's too difficult for me.

I am also using quillbot to help me check for obvious mistakes. For example I often write "loose" instead of "lose" 😅

Anyway, I am glad if it's not super obvious when we read them now and that people enjoy it! Thank you for taking the time to send this nice message Sariahael you made my day <3

[ladymerlin-lab]

ANGRY MERLIN

Merlin: Stop already! I am darkness, I am power, I am your worst nightmare. I could kill a man in more ways than you can imagine. I am the night, I am fury, I am a weapon, I am-

Ban *visibly swallows*: ...

Elizabeth, smiling: A cinnamon roll🥰🥰

Escanor, smiling: A sweetheart.❤❤❤

Meliodas, grinning: A baby girl💕

Merlin: ...

Merlin, trying not to blush: ...please stop.

Ban😲🤯: What the hell just happen!?

[this-is-krikkit]

So… Fanfiction Writer Bingo. Do you still use/ever read your old stuff on Fanfiction.net? Did you prefer this platform to Tumblr/AO3 or do you find writinf and publishing is better on these?

Love you 💜

to answer your first question, dear titans in paths, no i fucking don't!! i did check it out again when i did that bingo thing (cringe intensifies) and the last time i posted on there was 6 fucking years ago 😱🤯 full disclosure, i get the urge to delete my account every once in a while, basically anytime i'm reminded of ff.net's existence, but i try not to give in. it's a part of who i was, yk? besides, opening my inbox on there just reminded me of the absolute pleasure it was to get my first ever feedback on my writing so.... yeah. i'm never rereading any of that shit though, i used to be even worse at writing than i am now BIG YIKES

as for the platform itself, the interface was terrible (still is) and imo counter-intuitive to use, so i don't miss that. also the option to read comments (aka reviews on there) directly from your profile would only appear, in RED ITALIC LETTERS DIRECTLY NEXT TO YOUR FIC'S TITLE, if someone left you a review. so in whatever interval of time before someone did, it would be glaringly absent, which always felt like a stab to my lil sensitive writer's heart (i was a teenager, gimme a break 😳). oh, and the search system is subpar, minus one million over ten, never would recommend even to my worst enemy, run for your life and give up trying to find whatever you were after on there shudders

i did love, however, that replies to comments were private and therefore couldn't count as another comment!! which is something i loathe on AO3, because it fucks up the stats and forces me to reply publicly, which i'm not a fan of. plus, it would open a direct, private line of communication between writer/reader, and that was a great way to meet like-minded people, to make friends, to elaborate future fics together, to discuss headcanons... there was a real sense of a writing community, i feel, that might be lacking a little on ao3 (which is why i link all my ao3 fics to here, though it's still not the same).

ao3 is definitely more modern and practical, but sometimes i miss the good ol' ff days. and i don't actually like posting my fics on tumblr, but i feel like i have to so they get what little visibility they can get x)

[africanethereal]

As January Comes to an End

Honestly, it feels like 2023 started yesterday, I don't understand where the first 30 days have gone.

I've been so blessed. I am so blessed.

I haven't been keeping up on here, tbh I just post sporadically 😂 but I'll probably start posting weekly.

In 2023 I plan to be more intentional and soft.

Life updates:

I live alone! I love my place, it's my first apartment solo, and it's literally my dream home. It's the best Birthday present I've ever received, thank you universe.

I started my own business! I love being my own boss and working with other women entrepreneurs 🥰 I'm continuously growing and up-leveling. Visibility is my current challenge as a super introvert.

I finished the coursework for my post-MSc certification! Woot Woot! It was a lot of work and I'm super proud of myself for upskilling! I am now a Certified Online Business Manager! 🤯

🥳🥳🥳

I'm super excited to continue to glow in February and work with more women entrepreneurs!

I never thought I would be helping other women set up and manage their businesses, but here I am, doing the Lord's work 🤣

So excited about all the elevation of 2023!

From Corporate Barbie to Ethereal Entrepreneur 💖

[cyclist-of-guilt]

Aaa- 😩 so! 😏 finally! 🙂 you've come! 🙂 I 😐  hadn't 🥴 pictured you like this. 🤨But,   ooh well, 🥴 I suppose, 🤔 that eeeeven 😯 in  DEATH, 😲 WARRIORS 😡 AND MIIIIINERS 🤬 don't   mix. 😌 But I prefer 😒you-to-a 🥹 VALKYRIE!  🤯 I am 🙂 pleaaased. 🫠 Hurry 😗 up! 😚 I think he takes you for death itself! 👵 Poor idiot! 🧐 I'd be only too   happy to be his death, if it helped my cause. 🧐 Liar!! 👧 It won't take long. 🧐 A few questions, at the most. 🧐 For pity's sake, 😩 no riddles! 😓 I've  been 🥴 CRAWLING AROUND THIS CAGE 🤬 for   weeks 🥹 now. 🤨 So spaaare me 😅 you little  guessing games, 🤬 Just take me 😣 AWAY! 🤪 I'll grant your wish. 🧐 But first, you must help me! 🧐  I haven't come just for you. 🧐 I must destroy Albereerh, 🧐 your torturer. 🧐 Oh! 😲 God of Gods! 🥹 Thank you! 🤓 And so, 🙂 FOR US  😐 we revolutionarieees, 🫡 does 🤔 death 😑 advance   🤠 by leaning 🤔 on the arm of 😬 JUS TICE? 🤪 I'll help you, 🤭 deadly SPIRIT! 😝 with 🙂 ZEAL   🤪 and with 🤨 JOY! 😱 But in return 😏 ssSSWEAR  🤬 that you'll give me 😤 the gift of 😡 sleep. 🥹 I swear it. 🧐 Why does Albereerh needs Chrysoberhyl, so? 🧐 That 😯 mmMMONSTER! 😨 that 😣  TURNCOAT! 😖 He has managed 🤖 to   create 🤓 a 😳 philoshopher's  egg. 😰 Any metal 🤓 which   is 😟 PLUNGED 😤 INTO IT 😡 turns to 😐 goooold! 🥹 But the egg, 😨 must be 🙄 completely covered   with 😡 Chrysoberyl 🤬 for this to happen. 🤓 Now! 😌 The stone 🥴 concentraAaAtes 🤪 energeeee   🇫🇷🗿 and makes 🙃 anything enveloped 🤨  in its 😒 SHARDS 😲 indistructable. 🥺   The egg ☹ accomplishes the 😟 miracle! 🥹 HOWEVER! 🤓 each 😌 magical 😡 OPERATION 🤬 wears   out 😖 the eggs 😐 prrrrrecious 🤪 shell! 🤓 That is why, 🤬 Alberish 👿 makes the   Nibelungen 😡 DIG UNCEASINGLY! 🤬 It is a rare  gem indeed. 🥹 What hope can there be 😣 in a   world 🙂 where dwarves 🤔 send other dwarves  😐 into the mines 🥴 for a 🤪 little metal? 🥺 Tell me again, 🧐 What must I do to reach Albereerh? 🧐 You have a 🤓 DAUNTING TASK 💀 ahead of you. 😏  Like all 😵 DICK 😳 TATORS, 😲 he's a 😟 COWARD! 😩 He   will not come down. 😒 The Nibelungen? 🤔  Don't count on them 😡 to help you out. 😐  I've 🤓 devoted my 🙃 life 😐 to them, 😵  and did what I could 😡 TO GET THEM TO   REBEL! 🤬 BUT IN VAIN! 🗿 To them, 🤨 I'm 🙂 just  A FREAK 🤬 to be 😒 LAUGHED AT! 😡 during their   break 🥴 time. 😏 They've 😯 bent oVeR BaCkWaRdS  🫣 toooo protect that 😑 MEGALOMANIAC CREEP! 🤬   YoOoOu won't even be 🙄 YoOoOu won't even be able 🤔  to get 🙂 close to him. 😆 The only solution is 🙂 TO   KILL THEM, KILL THEM ALL! 🤩 Believe me, 😊 it pains  me to 😐 admit it, 🤨 but my peopoawll 🤯 are damned,   🤓 fallen, 🥺 willingly enslaved. 😼 May they 👀 disappear, 😆 and   their 😑 sorry story 🥺 with them! 😊 But for Alberish, 😏 that 😬 wouldn't   be 🥱 enough! 🙂 As long as the machines  work, 😞 he'll remain 😳 IN-VISIBLE! 🤬 You   must seize 😊 Loge's Tear from the 🤪 MINE'S  ENERGIZING 😱 heart. 😍 The infamous 🤔 Tear 😲 of   the 😏 ANCIENT 😳 fire 😏 spirit, 😦 who has  himself 😟 been enslaved! 😨 Anything that   aspires to 😰 subjugation 🙂 is food for tyranny! 🤬 Fire! 😡 The Dwarves! 👿 And now, 😞 the stone… 🥹  I wonder, sometimes. 🥺 Should we perhaps  loathe more weakness 🤬 more than brute force? 🥺   Drown the dwarves in the 🙄 abyss 😟 of their  😲 IDOLATRY! 🤬 Take the Tear, 🤓 confront   Alberish. 🙂 The time has come! 😲 Keep your  word! 😳 Appease my 😒 ToOorMeEnted SoOoul. 🤪 You shall therefore be freed, by a serf. 🧐 From one slave, to another. 🧐  You have helped me, and for this I thank you. 🧐 With the compliments, of Logah. 🧐 Aaaah! 😩  Oorh! 😤 🔥🔥🔥 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥💨💨💨

thank you gamer

[shaadwynn]

Aaa- 😩 so! 😏 finally! 🙂 you've come! 🙂 I 😐  hadn't 🥴 pictured you like this. 🤨But,   ooh well, 🥴 I suppose, 🤔 that eeeeven 😯 in  DEATH, 😲 WARRIORS 😡 AND MIIIIINERS 🤬 don't   mix. 😌 But I prefer 😒you-to-a 🥹 VALKYRIE!  🤯 I am 🙂 pleaaased. 🫠 Hurry 😗 up! 😚 I think he takes you for death itself! 👵 Poor idiot! 🧐 I'd be only too   happy to be his death, if it helped my cause. 🧐 Liar!! 👧 It won't take long. 🧐 A few questions, at the most. 🧐 For pity's sake, 😩 no riddles! 😓 I've  been 🥴 CRAWLING AROUND THIS CAGE 🤬 for   weeks 🥹 now. 🤨 So spaaare me 😅 you little  guessing games, 🤬 Just take me 😣 AWAY! 🤪 I'll grant your wish. 🧐 But first, you must help me! 🧐  I haven't come just for you. 🧐 I must destroy Albereerh, 🧐 your torturer. 🧐 Oh! 😲 God of Gods! 🥹 Thank you! 🤓 And so, 🙂 FOR US  😐 we revolutionarieees, 🫡 does 🤔 death 😑 advance   🤠 by leaning 🤔 on the arm of 😬 JUS TICE? 🤪 I'll help you, 🤭 deadly SPIRIT! 😝 with 🙂 ZEAL   🤪 and with 🤨 JOY! 😱 But in return 😏 ssSSWEAR  🤬 that you'll give me 😤 the gift of 😡 sleep. 🥹 I swear it. 🧐 Why does Albereerh needs Chrysoberhyl, so? 🧐 That 😯 mmMMONSTER! 😨 that 😣  TURNCOAT! 😖 He has managed 🤖 to   create 🤓 a 😳 philoshopher's  egg. 😰 Any metal 🤓 which   is 😟 PLUNGED 😤 INTO IT 😡 turns to 😐 goooold! 🥹 But the egg, 😨 must be 🙄 completely covered   with 😡 Chrysoberyl 🤬 for this to happen. 🤓 Now! 😌 The stone 🥴 concentraAaAtes 🤪 energeeee   🇫🇷🗿 and makes 🙃 anything enveloped 🤨  in its 😒 SHARDS 😲 indistructable. 🥺   The egg ☹ accomplishes the 😟 miracle! 🥹 HOWEVER! 🤓 each 😌 magical 😡 OPERATION 🤬 wears   out 😖 the eggs 😐 prrrrrecious 🤪 shell! 🤓 That is why, 🤬 Alberish 👿 makes the   Nibelungen 😡 DIG UNCEASINGLY! 🤬 It is a rare  gem indeed. 🥹 What hope can there be 😣 in a   world 🙂 where dwarves 🤔 send other dwarves  😐 into the mines 🥴 for a 🤪 little metal? 🥺 Tell me again, 🧐 What must I do to reach Albereerh? 🧐 You have a 🤓 DAUNTING TASK 💀 ahead of you. 😏  Like all 😵 DICK 😳 TATORS, 😲 he's a 😟 COWARD! 😩 He   will not come down. 😒 The Nibelungen? 🤔  Don't count on them 😡 to help you out. 😐  I've 🤓 devoted my 🙃 life 😐 to them, 😵  and did what I could 😡 TO GET THEM TO   REBEL! 🤬 BUT IN VAIN! 🗿 To them, 🤨 I'm 🙂 just  A FREAK 🤬 to be 😒 LAUGHED AT! 😡 during their   break 🥴 time. 😏 They've 😯 bent oVeR BaCkWaRdS  🫣 toooo protect that 😑 MEGALOMANIAC CREEP! 🤬   YoOoOu won't even be 🙄 YoOoOu won't even be able 🤔  to get 🙂 close to him. 😆 The only solution is 🙂 TO   KILL THEM, KILL THEM ALL! 🤩 Believe me, 😊 it pains  me to 😐 admit it, 🤨 but my peopoawll 🤯 are damned,   🤓 fallen, 🥺 willingly enslaved. 😼 May they 👀 disappear, 😆 and   their 😑 sorry story 🥺 with them! 😊 But for Alberish, 😏 that 😬 wouldn't   be 🥱 enough! 🙂 As long as the machines  work, 😞 he'll remain 😳 IN-VISIBLE! 🤬 You   must seize 😊 Loge's Tear from the 🤪 MINE'S  ENERGIZING 😱 heart. 😍 The infamous 🤔 Tear 😲 of   the 😏 ANCIENT 😳 fire 😏 spirit, 😦 who has  himself 😟 been enslaved! 😨 Anything that   aspires to 😰 subjugation 🙂 is food for tyranny! 🤬 Fire! 😡 The Dwarves! 👿 And now, 😞 the stone… 🥹  I wonder, sometimes. 🥺 Should we perhaps  loathe more weakness 🤬 more than brute force? 🥺   Drown the dwarves in the 🙄 abyss 😟 of their  😲 IDOLATRY! 🤬 Take the Tear, 🤓 confront   Alberish. 🙂 The time has come! 😲 Keep your  word! 😳 Appease my 😒 ToOorMeEnted SoOoul. 🤪 You shall therefore be freed, by a serf. 🧐 From one slave, to another. 🧐  You have helped me, and for this I thank you. 🧐 With the compliments, of Logah. 🧐 Aaaah! 😩  Oorh! 😤 🔥🔥🔥 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥💨💨💨

At first I thought "shit, now these bots can spam your asks too," but then ALBERISH

THIS IS SO CLEVER NONNY THANK YOU 😆😆😆

[fluentinchaos]

Nicky membranes: a sequel featuring bird people

Once upon a time (10 minutes ago) I wrote about nictitating membranes on birds. Now I’m putting on my writer’s cap (one of those multicoloured hats with the propeller on the top) and bringing out my world building tools (an inflated toy hammer and ibuprofen).

Avians. Angels. Archangels. I don’t care what you call them, I’m talking about Bird Boys. Flapper Folk. Feathered Fuckers. Them Man with Burd Wings. Squawkers in the form of Homo sapiens (alternatively, Homo erectus).

I’m SAYING that more-human-than-bird birdfolk may also have a need for nictitating membranes (every time I write that damn word, someone somewhere dies from the absurdity) because, well, they’re flying. And, thus, unless they be blinking a lot (every bird ever: 😧) then they’d be needing nicky membranes.

Eyelids: poo, make you blind for 0.2 seconds, not transparent, cannot see through, thick, ugly, poo poo, terrible 👎🤬😰😫🙄🥱🤮

Nicky membranes: transparent, can see through, visibility 100% throughout blinking process, thin, lovely, sleek, elegant ✨🥰���❤️❤️‍🔥😚😩🤯

But for real though, human eyes are definitely not equipped to deal with the brutal, destructive force of wind. Eyes v Wind, I wonder who will come out victorious with a devastating 100-0.

Humans used to have nicky membranes themselves, but we lost them because we weren’t smart enough to realise their amazing worth (nicky please come back I miss you we can talk about it nicky ple-)

OKAY SERIOUSLY THOUGH (watch me not be serious like the clown I am) nictitating membranes do the exact same job as normal eyelids, which is blink. Blinking clears away whatever is in the eyes that isn’t supposed to be there (e.g, prophetic visions of me with your mom) and ~moisturises~ the eye. While maintaining vision (quoth the Wikipedia).

Because birds-but-actually-humans (back to my initial point (fucking finally)) do be flying, having human eyes is a no go because those eyeballs would shrivel up and die.

Anyways I rest my case. I’m smart take my advice (nicky membranes + feathers-glued-onto-human creature).

Also it’s almost 1am and I’m a grandpa these days so my head dead and my brain shrivelled like raisin and that’s it goodnight folks I’ll be here whenever I decide to show up.

Peace sluts

[kmp78]

Oooooooh just wait. The US supreme court is gonna make gay sex illegal in roughly 3-4 weeks time. 🥱

Truthfully would not be shocked by this honestly. Things are so out of wack here. I generally do not discuss politics because, well, I get super heated and can't stay friends with people who support the Republican agenda. I tend to judge that person based on their political beliefs and their morals. But as an American I am floored that we are L

Allowing a Facist regim to build here in this Country. My fear isn't Trump anymore. Nope. It's that Ron Deathsantis. He is on a path to become the next President and it scares the shit out of me. He has already banned books and done all kinds of wacky shit in Florida.

HE should be feared. If he takes over we are fucked.

Well they already sacked a teacher in Florida for daring to show the students a picture of the David statue cos OMFG HIS PEEPEE IS VISIBLE!!!!! 🤯😱😵

But shoving a Cohiba into a woman's vagina in the Oval office is fine. 👍

[techforevil-er]

12/12-18/12/2022

Bleh week at work. Decent week outside with highlights of chocolate, cheese, and gaming. 💀

This week was less fun and more filled with meetings than I'd care for. Including at least two that started with 'do you have 5 minutes' and lasted for over an hour. I get that people are trying to cram stuff in before they leave on 19th and before the year end but... mercy. I'm still burnt out from 2020. 😭

I'm swinging wildly from being quite pleased about what I've done with Team 2 to being depressed about how underbaked some of the processes are, how messy the backlog is, and so on. Fortunately the new PM is helping now and my mantra of reducing WIP may actually get somewhere, and they will have a new DM joining just before the day in the office. \o/

On the bright side I made some notes from User Research for Team 1 and heard pop-up research results from the side project which has now finished. We also have an emerging solid plan for Team 1's work in the first Q and some ideas for making our programme check-ins different and more effective.

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The unexpected snow that paralysed UK transport as usual got in the way of a nice dinner with a friend. I still managed to join the

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If I ever find the strength to be a Lead or in the position to influence org-level roadmaps again (Doubt.) this is definitely something I'd like to try:

It seems so obivous now that I've seen it, I am bewildered why anyone bothered with the Gantt-y spreadsheet lines. 🤯

It might go well along Vaugh Tan's Boris framework as well, just to make sure the things NOT being done are super visible? https://vaughntan.org/unpacking-boris

This is a good vid:

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The unexpected snow that paralysed UK transport as usual got in the way of a nice dinner with a friend. I still managed to join the chocolate tasting group this month (we did bars originating from Tanzania) and use words like 'coarse', 'sour cherry', 'fruity but without a sour note at the end, a bit like apricot or banana' and hear other people describe stuff as 'the bin', 'sick', 'horrigyingly cloying'. One of the most pressured environments I've ever been in for sure. 😂 The chocolate in those sessions ranges between 70-85% so they day after in a bout of foolhardiness I went for a 100% hot choc at Knoops* and instead of something inexplicably disgusting I got a cup of hot, watery disappointment.

I failed miserably on the cheese advent calendar/cheese tasting front and mixed all my wonderful cheeses together to create (in all fairness pretty amazing) pasta cheese bakes. Farewell pre/post make model, we hardly knew ye. :'(

*I try to use Duck Duck Go more but even with string 'hot chocolate new row' and 'hot chocolate new row covent garden' this place was unfindable and I had to go with Google again. Sorry that I'm addicted to convenience I guess. -\(-__-)/-

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Puppet History made me cry.

I lost several more hours in Hades - it's way too easy to do just another run.

And of course I'm playing Witcher 3 again. I forgot just HOW MUCH empty space to run across there is in it. The writing remains gut-wrenching and I already found two new quests so overall I am having a very good time tho.

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NEXT WEEK

I feel like I've not watched a genuinely good film in ages. Maybe I'll try to change that. Maybe I'll just play games I've played before for 100 hours. 🙄

I might get started on a year-end personal retrospective and a personal plan. I've been asking the people I coach about theirs so it's only fair, right?

Booking things for the Interrail trip PROPERLY. Not just 2 days in Netherlands and then losing the will to live because of too many options and general anxiety. orz

[mikewheely]

It's been seven days, and I still don't understand how could Mike spot her from so far away, when she is hardly visible! That too lying on the ground.

The way my brain processes this information is crazy. It's like the camera is so far away, from the Cali group's POV, it means she is actually that far away. Idk, they could have shown it a bit closer where she was a bit more clearly visible. But they didn't, they showed this. So, could they be implying that, as shown before, Mike can like SENSE when she is around? Like he just KNOWS? But then I start thinking I am overanalyzing this, which I probably am, like the antis (💀). But it's still crazy though! 🤯