#I hope Jimmy sees this hes so shiny

[elodee]

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Hermit a da- wait- wait who's this what's going on- he's NOT supposed t-

[whore4abby]

heyyyy vannyyyyyy i love u sm i promise i'm not being a lurker

what abt model reader and abby at like a designers party (yk the devil wears prada 👀)

i'm too obsessed with everything u write is there like a support group or something for whore4abby addicts

ferny fern ur brain !! this idea is so yummy 😵‍💫 i love u MORE !! thank u for this hope u don’t mind me switching it up a lil mwah mwah !! NO ONE would join that damn support group bffr wrote this at 3am let’s not talk abt it

high fashion;

kinda a part two of this !!

warnings; smut - sex in a public bathroom, strap-on usage (r!receiving), choking (with abby’s tie), mdni

wc; 1.7k

“abs…c’mon, baby…we gotta leave in a few minutes.” you call out to your wife who’s spent the last 30 minutes making sure she looks absolutely perfect, not one hair out of place in her braid, making sure her new tux was absolutely spotless.

“i’m coming, doll…gimme a minute.” she calls out softly and you laugh and roll your eyes playfully at her antics. the ongoing joke that she spends way more time getting ready than you do slowly but surely starting to become a reality.

you smooth out the fabric of your almost sheer, black satin dress and slip on your jimmy choo heels, grabbing your purse from the dresser before looking up just as abby walks out from the bathroom. you swear you feel your eyes turn into little heart shapes as you see her.

she looks nothing short of absolutely perfect in her sleek, tailored black tux paired with her shiny black dress shoes, her muscular forearms filling out the sleeves of her suit jacket and her long hair slicked back from her face. you're absolutely smitten as you rush over to press your lips against hers repeatedly, “god, you’re so pretty…” you sigh, words coming out as a breathless whisper as you press your face against her chest, closing your eyes and breathing in her familiar scent.

before you know it you’re gathered in a spacious studio for a small, intimate gathering of some couture designers to showcase their new up-coming works. you’re surrounded by mannequins displaying gorgeous designer clothes, along with an assortment of clothes scattered around the room, from elegant ballgowns to sophisticated suit jackets.

the windows are covered in velvet drapes, allowing a small amount of natural moonlight to flood the room. everyone whispering discreetly amongst themselves, scanning the surroundings and taking in all the lavish clothing and glittering accessories.

you wander off away from abby for a little while, you’re quietly minding your own business checking out some artist sketches that are carefully hung up on the wall when you feel a presence beside you. “beautiful aren’t they?” a heavily accented voice causes you to look away from the framed pictures and you turn your head to see a familiar italian designer.

“yeah…they’re gorgeous! are they for the new spring-summer collection?” you query, you head tilting curiously in his direction. “yes, that’s correct…these pieces should be out within the next couple of months.” he smirks and leans in closer to you.

“i was actually just thinking about you.” he places a hand on your shoulder and you resist the urge to shudder in disgust. “oh, please…i’m not that special.” you force a stiff laugh and shake your head, after all this time you still find it hard to believe that you have become a well-known, household named model.

“im serious! i saw you at that runway show a couple weeks ago…and let me say, it’s been driving me crazy ever since. ive been dying to get in contact with you-“ he chuckles, his gaze drifting down towards you body. he takes your hand in his, a cunning smile spreading wide as he leans in to kiss your cheek. you shake his hand curtly before pulling your hand back and jerking your face away from him.

he continues to flirt with you, his eyes finding yours and locking onto them. “perhaps you’d be interesting in catching a drink tonight?” he looks down at your shoulder and casually caresses it with his hand. “my hotel is just a couple blocks away, and i know you’re staying in the city the whole weekend. so whatdya say?”

you start purposely clinking your perfectly polished wedding ring against your half empty champagne glass, hoping he gets the hint. “i’ll actually be busy with my wife….in our own hotel room, thank you very much.”

you catch a glimpse of abby across the room, she instantly feels a pang of jealousy as she watches him openly flirt with her girl practically right in front of her face.

her brow begins to furrow and she discreetly ends the conversation she’s having and makes her way over to you, she obviously saw the guy kiss you, and she’s clearly not happy about it.

you watch his smile falter a little at the mention of your wife, and he directs his gaze towards abby as she approaches, obviously intimidated by her height and stature. “everything okay, my love?” she asks, her eyes still watching the designer. you lean in to kiss her briefly before pulling away and nodding, wrapping your arm around her bicep.

he finally gets the hint and laughs, taking a step or two back. “hmm, well isn’t that a shame?” he says with a grin. he turns to walk away, before stopping and turning back to face you. “well if you ever want to get in touch, here’s my card.” he holds out a small business card with his details on it and smiles at you, abby quickly pushes his hand away and speaks in a passive-aggressive manner, “my wife and i won’t be needing that, thank you.”

he laughs cockily, obviously slightly amused before turning on his heel and walking off to probably shamelessly flirt with another married woman.

abby leans into you, resting her head against yours, taking the champagne flute out of your hand and placing it on a nearby silver side-table. her eyes still watching the designer as he saunters away. “i don’t like how he was looking at you, darling.”

you roll your eyes at her comment, giggling slightly. “babe, calm down,” you say, squeezing her hand. you look over at her and smirk at her. “but you’re really the only one who i’ve got my eyes on, okay?”

“you’re mine…all fuckin mine~” her voice is rough, and she still can’t shake her jealousy from that designer looking at you. abby leans in and kisses you on the neck, her lips gently sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin.

abby smiles wickedly at you, before grabbing you by the hand and quickly dragging you to the back of the boutique. you find yourself in a fancy, private bathroom and abby quickly locks the door behind you. she pulls you in for a heated kiss and you can feel her firm body pressing against yours.

abby’s tongue gently plays against yours, her hands caressing your face and your body, slowly pulling you closer to her. she bites down on your bottom lip slightly, but not hard enough to hurt you.

she pulls away for a second before diving back in, kissing you passionately and with more force than before. “all mine~” she whispers in your ear, her breath hot on your neck, her fingers finding their way down to hike your dress up over you ass, bending you over in the sink counter.

you hear the zipper of her pants being yanked down and the rusting of her shirt being untucked before she pulls your panties off your body and discards them onto the floor before nudging your legs apart with her knee.

you whine as she swipes the tip of the strap-on through your sticky folds, gathering up your slick before pressing the head of the dildo against your slit. “say it…tell me who's the only one who gets you this wet~” she pushes in slowly, groaning at the sight of your pussy greedily taking her cock. “you, abs…fuucck- only you!”

she thrusts herself fully inside without warning, all seven inches of black silicone right up to the hilt making you cry out, feeling every vein and ridge flush against the walls of your cunt. the stinging stretch causing your face to contort in a mixture of pleasure and pain as she pulls out until just the tip remains inside, then slams back in. she roughly manhandles you, slamming you back on her cock. “nnhhggg…a-abby~”

you hear her fumbling with something before you suddenly feel pressure around your throat, the silky material of her tie digs into your neck as she wraps it around your throat and yanks you back to make eye contact with her in the mirror. “look at me while im fucking you, yeah?” she growls through gritted teeth, her eyes dark and filled with jealousy fueled lust.

you’re gripping onto the marble counter so hard that your knuckles are starting to lose their colour, strangled moans leaving your lips, the perfectly applied lipstick now smudged around your mouth in messy splotches.

she drops the tie onto the counter and you gasp for some much needed air. she snakes her free hand down to rub at your clit lazily as she snaps her hips into yours at an eye-rolling pace. “a-abby! oohhh…my god…fuck…” the fingers of her unoccupied hand dig into your hip, holding you in place as she starts to pound into you relentlessly, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing in the small bathroom.

she groans, picking up the pace, the friction from the harness against her clit making her moans grow louder and more desperate, hips grinding into you in-between thrusts as she chases her own release.

you thighs start to clench and shake as her pace picks up even more, leaving you gasping and grabbing at any surface you can find to ground yourself. “you feel that? only i can make you cum like this, yeah?” you’re babbling incoherently as the the head of her cock keeps bumping into that sweet spot until it has you letting out a loud pleading cry as you cum on her cock.

she keeps thrusting, prolonging your release as she helps you ride out your own orgasm, her thick fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise.

“fuuccckk~” she pants heavily, leaning forward to rest her head against your back, the harness still grinding against her clit and making her cum hard whilst still buried inside you.

she lets out a loud groan as she pulls out with a pop, looking down at the mess between your legs and the cum dripping from your clenching cunt. you turn back to face her and she brings your mouths together in a brief, heated kiss before pulling away and carefully helping you clean yourself up.

she tucks her strap-on back into her pants and neatens her tux up before picking up your discarded panties and shoving them into her pocket before holding her arm out for you to take. “c’mon, baby~” her chivalrous action a stark contrast to the way she just fucked you into oblivion not even five minutes ago.

you smile coyly, adjusting your dress and grabbing onto her forearm as she leads you out of the bathroom and back out into the main studio space, not even caring about the skeptical looks and the un-approving stares of the people around you.

an; model!reader has me in an absolute chokehold right now😵‍💫if u have any ideas for more PLSSS leave me a request !!!!

[iwannascreameurekaa]

pjo characters favorite chappell roan looks part two

same warning as the first part hope y'all like ooc stuff

part 1

Lesters favorite is this one from the Midwest princess tour (bonnaroo or something like that) but specifically with the cunt fan

Nicos favorite is the Marie Antoinette themed dress. He likes the wig but honestly he prefers the look with Chappells hair

Wills favorite is the knight look from the vmas he could talk non stop for hours about it and also he's a bi disaster too he's drooling over it idc 

Rachel's favorite is the football player look from idk where the closer is glass Rachel is a wuh luh wuh in some aspect

Tysons favorite is the naked in manhattan music video look. He likes the puffy sleeves and the "marshmallow" hat. Also the phone is cool. 

Alexs favorite look is also from the Jimmy Fallon interview but it's the black swan look. Alex knows cunt when she sees it. When Chappell said "it was some twink at google" Alex was ready to fight for his life to defend Chappell

Ellas favorite is the good luck babe album cover look. She's fascinated with the pig nose and she could rant to someone (probably Tyson) forever about it. She knows every detail about the outfit, from the stones in the rings, to the exact shade of red on the dress.

Clarisses favorite is the eat me look and she is not afraid to say it. She's an animal print girlie okay also she's in my mind a raging lesbian so yk WOMEN

Travis's favorite is the (and this is what ima call it bc I don't think there's actually a name) "smoker mom" vibe look idk. It gives smoker mom and it's awesome. They love it (non binary Travis fans were you at??? Just me.. okay...)

Connors favorite is from the picture you (?) music video. He loves it he's a very emotional guy when it comes to music and by gods picture you is like a symphony of heartbreak 

Reynas favorite is the cowboy look it's cool looking and also she loves the dots and sparkles embedded on the red parts

Thalia favorite look is this specific green blue look I have no idea where it's from or when it was but she loves it. I know this I can feel it in my heart okay also the top piece looks like moss and Thalia gets really sad when she sees miss bc it reminds her of when she was on the run with Luke Grover and Annabeth and those were actually some of the best days for her back then (I'm crying rn I'm sorry)

The hot to go album cover and mv look is magnus's fav it might seem boring to others but Magnus loves the diner look and the aspect of diners in general so

Silenas favorite is the cowgirl look from either the Midwest princess or this might've been when Chappell was opening for Olivia Rodrigo idk. It's shiny it's got accessories it's got TASSELS it's absolutely gorgeous and silena loves it 

Meg really likes the camo look. She won't tell anyone why and the last person that asked her was sneezing daisies for two days. (She told Lester is was because of the gloves. She likes the green gloves. Lester hasn't told a soul, he doesn't dare to.)

Austins fav is this look I have no idea where it's from and I don't even know the full look but from just this I know he'd love it 

Kaylas fav is the biker look from something... I can't remember where this is from but I will figure it out sooner or later

Dakotas favorite is this one again no idea where it's from but it looks like the Midwest princess tour idk

Octavians favorite is this look from chappells performance in Brooklyn NY he's extra and he loves the detail

Hearthstones favorite is the 2024 artist do the year party look and I have no idea how to explain why I just know or his fav is the kink is karma look I am split between the two

And that's the end of the second part like I said before on the first post if I'm missing a character or a look don't hesitate to ask for it

Part 1

[amethystfairy1]

Hello there! I've just come from ao3 and I've spent basically the entirety of the last two days reading the entirety of TTSBC, *inhale* AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH OH MY GOSH YOU'RE AN INCREDIBLE WRITER YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I'VE ENJOYED READING THIS AND ALSO THERE'S SO MUCH OF IT!!!

Seriously the fact that you manage to write so much and so well is incredibly impressive and I really admire you for it

Also I don't know how to bring across how much I LOVE your worldbuilding. It's one of my favourite things to pick up on as a story progresses, and the world you've created is so vivid and facinating and beautiful

Also I feel the need to grumble a teensy tiny bit about the cliffhanger with Grian- sorry, CuteGuy- getting injured becuase that was evil. I mean he was shot?? By whom??? It's probably thanks to that new head of Council (what was his name?)

Literally obsessed with Flower Husbands btw, their relationship is so sweet, and I've loved watching them progress from pining crushes to early relationship and having to work around the things that they don't know/understand to living together and slowly working out their issues (excited to see Scott's skeletons being tackled more btw) and being so cute and the poppy earrings and the trip to the undercity and the constant reassurances and- *wails distantly* It's so good.

And while we're in a ranting mood, how about Treebark and how Martyn (mirroring Scott) wanted more but didn't pressure Ren with anything because he understood he needed time and also (again mirroring Scott) decided he wanted to put the dagger down and give Ren all the roses. How he tried so hard to keep it together when he literally stumbled across the undercity and spontaneously had to (didn't technically, he chose to) go through the whole "meeting the (terrifying) family thing" because it was important to Ren. How Ren's first instinct was to protect him, even though he really didn't know how Martyn would react, and he was so scared it would be bad, and-

Or I could ramble on about Doc and Etho and how beautiful their relationship is, with all the crazy things they manage and do from day-to-day, and their darling Pesky Birds and Little Spark. There's a very unique feeling I get when I read how their early days in the depths were, it's so heartbreaking and beautiful at the same time, and I can't help but love it.

Or I could give you a paragraph about Grian and Scar and how their secrets and double lives unravelled, albeit messily in places, and how now there's just love, even though they haven't said it out loud (ahem, evil, evil cliffhanger) yet, and working around their differences and struggles, and cookies, and the coffee that Scar makes them in the mornings, and the shiny three-ringed binder, and-

I could go on about the under-city, this world under the surface, both dangerous and beautiful. Or Grian, Pearl and Jimmy and how much they mean to each other, absolute chaos and unwavering support. Or our wonderful, loving, chaotic family of six (yes, six, Tango for the love of god you're part of it too even if your relationship with them looks different), Tango and Zed and their issues that they probably really need get sorting out, Cleo and Bdubs (gods that one where they met healed and broke me in equal measure), the Empires Family (they're so dear to me), Nature Wives(I loved how they met), etc, etc, etc.

I could keep going, but I won't in this already super long ask (sorry about that by the way, wasn't really intended). I may rant in the future, if you'd like to hear it

Needless to say, the brainrot has gotten to me and I'd like it to stay please and thank you.

Sorry again for how incredibly long this turned out to be, but I hope it fulfills it's purpose and brings you joy <3 Have a good timezone!

Oh my stars thank you thank you! I'm so glad you enjoy my work so much I love the rambles! It's always so cool to me to see what parts of my stories stand out to people! Please never apologize for the rambles!!!

[thekimspoblog]

Nobody talks about how many people Saul helped. His ads are clearly targeted towards a lower-income audience, and that's the type of clientele we see in his lobby. He had the money to build a big shiny office, but instead he went for tacky, affordable, and non-elitist. He defended prostitutes, drug users, single moms, non-english speakers, and freaky pierced goths. Everyone wants to talk about what a shell of himself he was in those days; nobody talks about how ultimately, he made good on Kim's dream even after Kim bailed.

Sure he financed this by helping drug dealers. But

A. A gentle reminder that everyone is entitled to representation, even violent criminals. Saul only broke the law when he went above and beyond the scope of his duties to help.

B. You try making a clean dollar in this system! Kim dipps because she sees the Sanpiper settlement as "blood money", but the show never answers the question it raised: How are lawyers actually supposed to help people when the people who need it the most can't afford to sustain a business? Fans act like it's so heartwarming that Kim went back to volunteer work. But no! No it's not! CFLA is visibly struggling to keep its head above water; all I see is the writers shrugging and kicking the can down the road. If Saul had worked for Lockheed Martin, or Phillip Morris, or Wells Fargo, (or CoreCivic), he wouldn't be in prison right now. Even though those groups kill more people than Walter White could have hoped to in 10 lifetimes. We're on stolen land; it's all blood money, baby! But y'all don't even want to have a nuanced discussion, about how and why the good Jimmy did didn't outweigh the bad.

[marivoid]

Entry 35

Day 228

After I spent a few hours walking the streets of the revived city, my attention had been drawn to an odd store.

"Pearl's Emperium Of Endless Knick-Knacks"

I like knick-knacks. And I was sure at the time Brian would like something shiny as well. (Birds do like shiny things after all with how often they crash into glass to get said shiny thing.) So I went inside!

And oh. Oh my goodness. The way I could write a whole novel about this place. It's just... Breathtaking. Walls that seem to never end, filled with all sorts of items that one couldn't find just wandering about. No, these items had to be discovered through intensive searching and scavenging. Hell, there was a whole section dedicated to books BEFORE the Crash!

(Even as I'm making this entry it still shocks me. How did they even manage to save those books?? From what the G.U.I.D.Es had to say, most were destroyed from the Meteor!)

Brian and I spent a decent hour just getting lost in the place. Could you blame us? The place was never ending! I even snagged a few items for myself (and Brian, by demand of loud caws and angry pokes.)

It was right around there when an arm threw itself around my shoulder and yanked me down.

"Jimmy! You shoulda told me you were comin' early! I would've been down here a lot sooner! Goodness you've gone and grown a couple inches! And befriending Brian, that's one skilled move right there-"

"Uhm... I'm not. I'm not Jimmy."

That poor woman jumped away from me like she had just touched acid. And I had gotten a look at her. She was... Definitely something I'd yet to see (Not all that shocking these days. May as well see somebody new every other day!)

The entire left side of her face was covered by a large, moon-shaped panel that had a bright red eye. The other side of her face was more human, tanned skin with freckles and a natural blue eye. Something odd yet... Not the oddest I've seen. Her outfit was also something nostalgic. An old postman's shirt, dirt stained overalls (-At least I hoped it was dirt as of writing this. Maybe not-) covered in hand-stitched sunflowers and a hooded cloak that seemed to be made up of a few different fabrics. Definitely... Odd. But somewhat refreshing to see.

"Sorry! You look a lot like my friend! Really sorry about that!" Her face was a comical shade of red when she extended her arm out to me. "Let's try this again, shall we mate? I'm Pearl! Pearlescent Moon! Proud owner of this Imperium you see before your very eyes! I hope you're enjoyin' it!"

She was a very cheerful spirit. And even I can admit now that her smile was infectious. "67." Her hand was rather cold when I shook it. "I'm enjoying it." A peck. "We. We are enjoying it. Lots of stuff to be found in such a huge place like this. I mean, three floors of just different items? Goodness!"

"Well isn't that an odd name for yourself? 67? Naming yourself after a number. New one on me... But yes! Either that or the CPCs bring all sorts of goodies for me to stock the shelves with!"

Another term I was rather unfamiliar with. "CPC?"

"Canaries, Parrots and Crows! You really do know nothing about the Crashlands do ya?"

"I-I would beg to differ." Did I stick out like a sore thumb back then? Yes. Do I still stick out like a sore thumb as of now? Yep. But to admit that in front of this Pearl woman? Nope. Not gonna happen.

"Uh huh. Anyways, I should get going and leave you be! I have a friend I'm waiting on!"

"Jimmy, I assume?"

Another nod tossed my way. "Jimmy. He's the Canary of the CPC. Lives here a lot with his body guard!"

That caught my interest back then. I look back at it now and wish I'd never even asked. "Who's his bodyguard? Are they hiring, perhaps?"

"Well his body guard is unofficial- We just call-"

"PEAAARL!"

A flash of yellow feathers and blue cloth whizzed past me. It tackled Pearl into the ground and only then did it click. "Ohhh. That's Jimmy."

"Yep-"

"You two were talking about me?!" His voice was much higher pitched than my own (I can still hear it now, screaming in my ears.) as he ranted on about how "I've told you that I've been busy..." Or something along those lines. I was a bit too busy staring at the person standing in the midst of the chaos.

Somebody I thought was dead.

The same man that I shared my first kiss with.

The same, freckled faced, blue haired male that used to make a fuss over my hair looking somewhat decent in the morning.

Scott.

[redgyl]

(Finally posting after a year. All thanks goes to my daughter, who co-wrote this with me every step of the way.)

Chapter 6

Joel hated mountains.

They always slowed him down and whenever the wind blew (which was most of the time), it blew snow or dust off the mountain and into his face. Why would anyone want to live here? And it was so, SO cold!

This mountain was mostly covered in evergreens, so at least the windchill wasn’t so bad, but he still wouldn’t want to live in a place like this.

He glanced down at the quickly scribbled instructions: “go north-east, cross Red River Chasm, find Old Oak, go straight east, follow up river to where it ends, find cave.” So far, he had crossed the chasm (such a rickety bridge! He hopes it will still be there when he goes back), found the tree, and discovered a few missing steps, such as having to find the new “river” (really just a creek at this point in its course), bribe the guards at an arbitrary gate in an isolated fort sitting on top of the creak, and follow the stupid water uphill to where it started to gather from the melting snow. The sides of the mountain were so steep, he had to ditch his horse and most of his gear, and hope the shady guards didn’t follow and steal his stuff.

“Could have used a wyvern. Oh well,” he said — he enjoyed talking to himself — “I can live with it. I’ll just get Martyn to pay me extra when I get back.” Pocketing the directions, he looked back up the mountainside. In the rocks above, there were a couple of thin, shiny streaks reflecting the setting sun’s light, indicating melting snow. Somewhere up there, he hoped, he’d spot a cave.

He shivered, and took another step up around some rocks. “Time to get going.” He reached out to climb up the steep side. “Maybe I can find a pine marten, or …”

“Hey, Joel!” a high-pitched voice called happily next to his ear. Joel started in surprise and slipped, sliding back down to the trees.

“Wh-What the heck!” Joel exclaimed as he picked himself up. He looked around but saw no one. “Who was that?”

“It was me, Joel!” said the voice again, and out from behind a rock stepped a silvery figure. He had a young, pretty face, with fair hair and blue, bright eyes. He was tall and thin and wore plain clothes. “How are you?”

“Jimmy?” Joel exclaimed, “Are you dead?!?”

The ghost shuffled his transparent feet, as if ashamed. “Yeah, obviously.”

“Yeah, obviously,” Joel repeated monotonously as he picked himself back up. “I knew you would be the first of us to go; you always were awfully clumsy.” Somehow, talking to Jimmy as a ghost made his death far less tragic than it otherwise would have been.

“Excuse me?” the ghost sputtered indignantly, “You’ve had almost as many near-death accidents as I did!”

“Mine had more pizazz,” Joel retorted. He started climbing up the mountainside again. ”Speaking of which, how did you die?”

“It was weird,” the ghost started. “I’m not totally sure. I was just climbing up this mountain here —“

“To visit Dragon Doc?” Joel interrupted.

“No way! I just … needed to pick some mountain daisies,” Jimmy said, “and … where was I? … anyway, I was just climbing up this mountain, and I saw something in a bush, and then … and then I was dead.”

“Just like that?”

“Yeah. Just like that.”

“Didn’t see what killed you or anything?”

“No. I’m not even sure of where my body went.”

They fell into silence as Joel continued climbing. It was getting harder to breathe, and his muscles ached from the constant climbing, and his finger hurt from the cold, and his sweat wetted his undershirt. It kept getting colder, but Joel could almost see his destination. When it finally came into view, he grinned. “Finally.”

Jimmy’s ghost looked ahead, and if he could turn paler, he would have. “Joel, do you know where you’re going?”

“A little late … to ask that,” he said between breathes as he leaned against a boulder. It started to snow.

“Isn’t that Doc the Dragonborn’s lair?”

“Yep. That’s where I’m headed.” He glared up at the sky for a moment. “I hate snow. So cold.”

Dragonborn Doc’s Lair was a small sight to behold. An unnaturally flat, wide space clear of all vegetation and debris leading to a round, human-sized hole in the wall. Not too far into it stood a human-sized door made of iron, illuminated by a yellow light coming from the ceiling. Faint, gray runes along the floor and walls were barely visible through the dust.

“Be careful, Joel,” Jimmy said in a low whisper, “You don’t want to mess with Doc. He’s scary. I hear his place is trapped. And I’ve seen some suspicious people around here, too, all shadowy and masked up.”

Joel snorted dismissively. “Nuffin’s gonna kill me. Just give me a moment … to catch my breath.”

As he rested, Joel’s grin broadened. The end of his mission was in sight. “I’m a-goin’ to have a chat with the dragon, now. You coming’ wif me?”

“I guess so, since I can’t die again,” Jimmy said as Joel strode toward the cave. “But how are going to get past those runes?”

Joel was only halfway across the clearing when he stepped into a magic circle hidden underneath the dust and snow. A big explosion, a cloud of smoke, and two simultaneous, girly screams later, Joel found himself still standing but looking at a cave that was now significantly bigger than before.

“Squawk ba-dawk!” (‘What the heck!’)

Well, that didn’t sound right! Joel looked down to try to see himself, and found himself reflexively pecking at the dust with his beak.

“Joel!” Jimmy yelled. “You’re a chicken!”

Joel crowed and clucked angrily as he strutted around the clearing, leaving little clawed tracks, his head bobbing and wings ruffling. If his sounds could be translated, we’d know he was saying; “OF COURSE I’M A CHICKEN! WHAT THE BLOOMING HECK!? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO COMPLETE MY QUEST NOW? THIS IS SO STUPID! GAH, I’M SO DUMB! THAT TRAP IS SO BLOOMIN’ OBVIOUS! GAH!”

A new voice came from the rocks above them. “Oh snappers, what happened here?”

Joel snapped his head up and froze. A tall, dark, lanky man with silvery hair held back by a headband sat crouched on on rock face above, the lower half of his face masked, a vertical scar running over his glowing red eye (the other eye being a bright blue).

Etho; he was a living legend, a stealthy master thief who had somehow learned how to teleport despite not having a drop of blood in him from the Ender Clan (which wasn’t common knowledge, but Joel, moonlighting as a bounty hunter, had figured this out). He has never been caught and was seldom even seen, but Joel had been chasing him for years. What was Etho doing here?

Joel asked that very question. It came out as squawks.

“Yes,” Etho said good-naturedly, smiling patronizingly down at the chicken. “I love mountains, too. The air is so crisp and fresh.”

Etho disappeared from sight in an instant, and reappeared next to Jimmy. “He didn't watch his step did he?” the ninja thought aloud, as Jimmy yelped and jumped away, and the chicken clucked indignantly. "But the really strange thing is that an explosion like that should have killed him, eh, Jimmy?”

“Wh-what do you mean?” Jimmy asked. “And how do you know my name?”

“I mean that your friend is uninjured,” he answered, completely ignoring the second question. “Transfigured, yes, but his feathers haven’t even been ruffled. Why are you two up here in the first place?”

“Well … Joel’s here to see Doc the Dragonborn, and I’m just here with him …”

Etho hardly seemed to be listening as his eyes danced. In a silent blink, he appeared immediately in front of the rooster, crouched and staring at the red, jeweled collar. “Is this an enchantment that can cheat death?” he wondered. “I’d love to meet the enchanter or enchantress who could cook something like that up.”

He raised his eyes to look into Joel’s. “You know, I think you could be useful.” And although he was wearing a mask, Joel could tell Etho was also wearing a smirk.

Joel pecked Etho’s nose as hard as he could.

“Ow!” Etho jumped back, rubbing his sore schnoz, “Heh heh, feisty.” he said sportingly. “Just the type I was hoping for.”

“I’m goin’ ta bring you in,” Joel threatened incoherently in squawks. Ruffling his feathers, daring Etho to try that again.

Etho popped into existence directly behind Joel and grabbed him around the neck and lifted him off the ground. Joel furiously flapped his wings and stretched his legs back to scratch him. Etho just chuckled.

“Oh, yes, you’ll be a perfect help,” Etho said cheerfully holding the feathered poof o’ fury at arm’s length. “But you gotta calm down, little guy. I’d hate for you to get hurt and turn into something else.” With expert swiftness and dexterity, he snatched both legs with his free hand. “There.”

“LITTLE!” How dare you suggest that, heathen!” Joel screeched incoherently. “My height is a marvel within my jurisdiction!”

A cold breeze whipped up, and Joel and Etho both shivered. “Brr!” Etho exclaimed as Joel reflexively fluffed up and went quiet. “Let’s get us inside.”

In an instant, Etho and Joel were just outside the cave, peeking in. The runes seemed to glow brighter.

Etho pulled the rooster back, and said, “you, first!” With that, he chucked him into the cave.

Joel barely head Jimmy cry out, “Don’t worry Joel, I’ll save you!” as he flapped frantically around the cave, trying not to touch the walls, floor, or ceiling. He landed on the doorknob. His claws skidded on the metal as he struggled to stay on. Invisible runes on the door glowed yellow for a moment, and the door silently swung in.

“Good job!” Etho said as Joel crashed onto the floor beyond the door.

Joel was too busy panting from relief to fight as Etho picked him back up and looked around the dark room. There were two more doors, placed on either side of a torch.

“A labyrinth. I get it, I get it,” Etho mused out loud. “Only one safe path to the heart of Doc’s lair, and maybe not even that would be safe. Let’s find out.”

With that, Etho yanked one door open,chucked Joel the rooster in, and slammed the door shut. A moment later, he heard a loud THUD and a squish. After a moment of silence, he heard a confused bark and a whine from the other side. Reopened it up and, taking the torch from the wall, looked in to find a timid yellow dog with a green stripe on his head and the pendant around his neck inside of a blank room. He looked up.

“Ah. The ceiling came down. What a nasty trap!” He peeked further in without entering as Joel the yellow dog, tail curled under him, came out off the room. “And that is as far as this route goes. The other way should be safer.” With that, he opened the other door, and Joel dashed in, as if to try to escape Etho.

Etho heard a roar starting up, quickly closed the door, and heard a dog yelp on the other side. The roar was extremely loud, but then it died down, and there was silence. When he heard a goat bleat, reopened the door and peeked in. Lo and behold, there was a gray goat with a green stripe on his head and pendant around his neck, sitting dazedly the floor, smoke curling from his fur. The air still felt extremely hot.

“Hmm,” Etho mused out loud, looking around. “There’s got to be a … ah! There we go,” he said, flicking switch that was right next to his head. The faint roar sound in the background died down. “Had to turn the trap off! Sneaky, sneaky, Doc.” With that,he scooped up the dizzy, terrified goat and strode down to the end of the room, where two more doors awaited them.

This continued for the next fifteen minutes, with Etho using Joel to test out the safety of each room before entering, and Joel turning into every animal in the farm and zoo books. Occasionally, nothing bad happened, and he just listened to Joel bleat, or bark, or squeak, or chirp, or moo in rage at him through the door. More often than not, though, there was an explosion, or splatting sounds, or water running, and panicked animal noises, always followed by silence. Etho happily entered when it was quiet, before Joel recovered enough to try to turn on Etho or try to escape from him (especially important when he turned into a mouse, and also when he turned into a bull — complete with a handy nose ring).

At one point, Etho felt the need to explain a little something to his reluctantly useful captive. “Just in case you were wondering, the reason I can’t just teleport is because I don’t know the layout of the cave. This is my first time in Doc’s abode; wouldn’t want to teleport into pure rock and die, you know? Thanks for your help, little buddy. I couldn’t have come this far without that neat little enchantment of yours.”

That sent Joel (now a parrot) into more squawks of indignation, but then he got tossed into another room, got spiked, and came out as a pig.

After he cycled through a few more cats, dogs, rodents, and other animals, and after one final explosion, Etho entered the room to find Joel as a human again, eyes wild and blank, teeth gritted, black and green hair frizzled and standing on end, clothes blackened around the edges, and pendant dim.

“Well…” Etho said, a slightly nervous smile under his mask, “looks like we’ve run out of animals. Luckily, it also looks like we’re here.”

He walked past Joel and strode down the hall, where it opened up into a huge cavern. He vanished from Joel’s sight.

It took Joel a moment to stagger to his feet and brush himself off. “What the heck?” he quietly said as he took in his bearings. He looked down the hall to where Etho had disappeared. He heard a low, background hum and metallic clanking, muffled explosions at irregular intervals, and a low rumble, much like the ocean waves in its regularity. He drew his sword and cautiously crept forward.

The sight took his breath away.

Stacks of treasure chests were piled all around the center of the room, pipe-lines and gears covered the walls, glass windows with eldritch creatures behind them, and, most magnificent of all, a huge green dragon slept peacefully in the center of it all on a giant pillow.

Joel was so busy taking in the machines and monsters that he couldn’t think properly. It reminded him of stories he had heard about what the legendary Mumbo Jumbo had built for his kingdom, only not so grand, and without the living nightmares. Suddenly remembering his mission, he shook himself back to the present and stared at the sleeping dragon. “Doc? Is that you?”

“Nope,” came a reply from Joel’s right. Only then did it occur to Joel that Etho was still in the room, rummaging swiftly through the many chests, drawers, and barrels. Every time he opened something, a yellow light appeared above it. The thief’s eyes looked disgruntled, like he wasn’t finding what he was looking for. “That’s Doc’s kid.”

“Kid? You mean, like a baby?”

“Yep.” He paused, his eyes brightened, and he pulled something small out of the barrel he was peaking into. A red light turned on above that barrel, and the small explosions in the background suddenly became regular and fast. Ignoring these changes, Etho teleported in front of the sleeping dragon. Though Etho easily towered over Joel in pure height, the sleeping dragon’s snout was at his eye level. Etho patted its nose soundly, just enough to startle it awake. The dragon started upward, and twitchingly opened its eyes. Then it started to cry, but stopped abruptly when Etho whipped out a cake (from where, Joel had no clue) and stuck that cake under its nose. The dragon stopped crying, sniffed the cake, then sloppily ate it.

“Yes, you’re a sweet litl’ baby,” Etho cooed, patting and rubbing the beaming draggy’s neck. “You is jus’ so cute! Such a sweetie you are! Here, take this,” he said on the side, tossing Joel another cake and continue patting the creature, “and come feed little Doccy. If you don’t, he’ll eat you alive. Also, you’ll need to pet him like I am so he knows you are his friend.”

“Are you kidding me?” Joel questioned even as he automatically obeyed, coming to feed the cake to Doccy and pet his chubby, short neck. “Where is the Dragonborn?”

“The way to Doc’s heart is through his kid,” Etho said quickly, ignoring the question. “I’m just helping you, as a thank you for helping me get here. Anyways, gotta go,” he said abruptly. “See ya!” In an instant, the thieving ninja was gone. Unnoticed by all, a spark lit up in Joel’s pendant.

“What are you doing here?” a stern voice said from behind him. With a cry of surprise, Joel spun around and looked back. There, at the entrance where he entered the lair, stood a tall, dark green man with a goatee and large, curling goat horns. Half of his face looked like a machine, or like living armor. Floating beside him, looking pleased with himself, was Jimmy.

“I got help!” Jimmy announced to Joel. “I’m saving you, Joel! Where’d that other guy go?”

But Joel couldn’t hear him. All he could do was stare into the other man’s under worldly eyes. A cold terror sank into him as the other man’s gaze swept over the area, his expression turning darker and darker. When he spoke, his voice was low and monotone and menacing.

“You invaded my home, broke every single trap I made to guard that home, touched every treasure I have here, stole something from me, and now you have interrupted little Doccy’s nap and fed him cake. He is going to be cranky and hyper for the rest of the day, and he won’t eat his liver and kidneys.” As he spoke, he smoothly swelled in size, his shape changing into that of a dark green, goat-horned, goat-bearded, part-cyborg dragon that took up the entire space in from of Joel. “Now,” he said, peering down at the insignificant insect with a green stripe in his hair, “explain yourself.”

Joel stared upwards, hardly believing what he was seeing. All he could think of was that he was doomed. “I … I …”

The mission was a bust. There was no way how he could convince this dragon to be their ally now. So, time for Plan B, as Sir Martyn told him:

Plan B.. what was Plan B again?.. Oh yeah,

He swallowed and squeaked, “Grian sent me.”

[sparkliest-bard-bracket]

✨Round 2: Match 12✨

Loquatius Seelie Propaganda:

changeling celebrity broadcaster in sparkly gold

He is a changeling and can look like whatever he wants, he is a bard-warlock multiclass, as mentioned above he usually wears a suit made of super shiny gold (extra sparkle points), and he is a ✨charismatic news broadcaster✨. He also is the most devoted to his ex-wife and it's so adorable <3

Oli/TheOrionSound Propaganda:

i do not know how to describe him other than just watch one of his empires videos and that’ll explain it all. he’s just so…

Hes a bard. Hes ✨sparkly✨. That is all thank you.

He is a self proclaimed bard who travels across the Empires singing silly little songs in hopes he can busk off his debt (somehow he is even more in debt than when he started this journey.) He also accidentally became a father to a hatching dragon egg? a lot of things are happening with him all the time. (also genuinely Oli irl is a fantastic musician and editor, his videos are so fun and filled with energy. he is so unique and I really appreciate him for it)

He burst into improv song. A Lot. Here is a clip of him singing as he waits for Jimmy SolidarityGaming to come online: https://www.tumblr.com/redstonedust/704095807470796800/the-orionsound-difference-really-is-something-else

fun lute from a funky guy

He is in massive debt and literally flies around on a life giving other server members songs (he also gets murdered a lot but we aren’t talking about that. he was also in a jail cell at the very beginning)

he's the bard of the sever, he's a father to a dragon, he's a bit pathetic, and he's in debt to a goblin 

Flies on the power of song, he’s actually an isekai protagonist in a fantasy world and everyone else assigned him bard. He originally resisted but now embraces it and sings songs to everyone and flirts with everyone

his lute is magical and he lives in a tent

Well, his character is canonically a bard. But he also has a magic lute, and once sung open an interdimentional portal (creating the most epic crossover). As for the sparkly part, hes got a great sense of fashion and his house is a very gay rainbow tent.

[listerbirdloml]

for my "give me a word, ill write an IWBFT short on it" the first one we have is Cheese from @0s3manv3rse !! tyvm for commenting :))

theres no real content warning apart from maybe excessive wealth, strong language, angry rowan, and Bradley Walsh. wrote this in twenty minutes pls enjoy. 729 words.

Cheese 

“Did you eat my Gorgonzola?”

“What?”

As Jimmy looks up from his phone and sees the positively miffed look on Rowans face, he can’t help but feel the need to laugh at him. He’s got a pink sheet face mask on with, honest to god, cucumbers under his eyes. But beyond the hydrating sheet, Jimmy can see the creases of his eyebrows and the frown distorting the mouth of the mask.

“Did you eat my Gorgonzola?” He’s holding up an empty container and waving it around. “I got it ordered yesterday. Jimmy, this cheese cost me, I shit you not, five hundred quid.” Jimmy gawks and Rowan ignores him. “I just wanted to try it, and now it’s gone.”

"No, Rowan. I didn’t eat your ridiculously overpriced mouldy cheese.” Jimmy puts his phone down. “You spent five hundred quid on cheese?”

“We all make bad decisions after wine, Jimmy.”

“Heard.” 

They both look at the new addition to the room, a grinning Lister Bird who props himself up on the counter, crossing his legs. He too has a face mask on, blue, with a ridiculous headband pushing his hair out of his face. It has comically large white bunny ears on top, and Jimmy truly doesn’t care to know where or when he got it. but unhelpfully, his brain reminds him of his Halloween costume from the year before.

“Hah hah, very funny.” Rowans tone is dry and rolls his eyes as he continues digging around in the fridge in the hopes that his cheese has simply been misplaced. Jimmy stands next to Lister, so they can both watch him.

“What’s he doing?” Lister asks as he crosses his arms. Jimmy sighs and leans slightly closer to him, his eyes never leaving Rowan.

"He's trying to find his cheese. He thinks I ate it.” Jimmy doesn’t necessarily whisper it, but he doesn’t speak loud enough to alert the occupied rowan. 

Lister has other plans. In a loud, chirpy tone, he happily informs them:

“Oh that? Dude, that reaked! It was all mouldy, so I threw it out.” Jimmy closes his eyes and counts to ten. He misses how Rowan's hands freeze in their shuffling of refrigerated items. His back is tense, and his eyes are also closed. Perhaps he too is counting to ten.

“You what?”

“I threw it out." Lister, as per usual, seems unbothered by the shift in tension. He looks genuinely confused. Jimmy almost feels bad for him. Almost.

“You threw it out?”

“Yeah? Dude, it was rancid. There was lit-“

Rowan peels off the cucumbers one at a time. Objectively, it’s hilarious to watch. But Jimmy is more concerned at the maiming Lister is about to receive to find it in him to audibly laugh. He does, however, have to cover his laugh behind a cough when Rowan also peels off the sheet mask and flings it onto the linoleum floor. His face is shiny with the serum of the mask, but still murderous looking.

Lister now seems to catch onto the tension as he laughs nervously and hops down from the counter. He has his hands out placatingly, and it’s not lost on Jimmy that he’s got them flat palmed. 

“Allister. That cheese was five hundred pounds.” Listers gulps, loudly. He laughs again but it has no humour, only fear. “I bought that five hundred pound cheese to enjoy with my relaxing face mask. I was supposed to be relaxing. We have Celebrity Chase tomorrow, and I intend to win. And to win, I need to relax tonight. Do I look relaxed, Allister? There was three steps to my relaxation. Fancy cheese, fancy wine, and a lovely calming face mask. And now two of those things are ruined. So, I ask again. Do I look relaxed?"

“You look great.” Lister is backing away from them now. “Gorgeous. Definitely the world's second sexiest man. You're glowing, really. I love what you've done with the eyebags. That cucumber worked a treat.” He trips over the bin but ignores it as he keeps making his way to the kitchen door. Rowan is advancing on him.

“Just run.” Lister doesn’t need to hear it from Jimmy twice before he’s turning and bolting down the corridor and up the stairs. Rowan follows him, hot on his heels.

“No murdering; we need him alive!” There is no answer to his call, but a second later, he hears a ridiculously high-pitched scream from Lister. Jimmy just sighs, opens Safari, and looks for replacements for Rowan's cheese.

[habeascorpseus]

Ive decided to post this solidaritek drabble i wrote during double life, after the ranch was burned down. Hope y'all enjoy solidaritek from me still.

———

"Its a nice night for it, ey?"

Tango tilts his head towards his partner's voice, eyes not moving from the campfire he's been stoking for the better part of an hour. His eyes burn from the thick smoke, and his hands still shake with the aftershocks of quickly-repressed fury, wishing more than anything that he could run to Grian and Scar's base and hurl the burning wood over the walls. Instead, he purses his lips, poking the burning wood with his sword and watching it cave, burnt from the inside till the outside was a charred hollow shell, easily split by Tango's measly, useless sword.

"I guess it is," he says, and internally cringes at the lack of enthusiasm on his part. Jimmy's just trying to make the best of a bad situation.

crackle. pop. sizzle.

But he'd rather not think about it.

His partner is sitting on their shared bedroll, and Tango doesnt even need to look at him to picture the vacant look in his eyes, which are equally glued to the fire between them. Jimmy continues,

"Of course it sucks that it happened like this, but this almost feels... familiar, for some reason."

sizzle. crackle. pop.

The flames burn reddish orange, almost scarlet where they lick against the dark night sky, bursting into a tiny inferno as he plunges his sword deep into the smouldering pile. Breathe in, breathe out. Don't think about what the future brings with the rising sun.

"Yeah. familiar," he says.

A couple seconds later, he's flinching back, a small pebble grazing his cheekbone and whizzing past him into the night. Finally, tango looks up at his partner, mouth open to begin yelling, when he suddenly sees his Jimmy's face. The other man is smiling, hair singed and smile more forced than usual, but he's smiling. There's a shiny, small burn on his cheek, and his eyes are red, both from the reflection of the fire and the smoke billowing into their faces. They remind him of his own— just another terrible reminder of what a mess he's saddled his new friend with.

Before he can open his mouth, Jimmy crosses his arms and gives him a look.

"Look, buddy. i know things are bad right now- im dumb, but I'm not stupid. You sulking around waiting for revenge won't help at all."

Tango snorts derisively.

"What else can i focus on?"

Jimmy's harsh, forced smile softens, looking wistful and genuine as anything he's ever encountered on this server.

"Well, we're still alive, aren't we? And I'm still here." He leans back on their bedroll, holding himself up with his elbows, and looks up at the sky. "It's a somewhat pleasant sunmer night, all of the good food survived, and, again, we're here together."

Tango shakes his head, rolling his eyes fondly.

"Okay, sappy. I get it. But how do you do that? How do you get over being pissed so easily?"

Jimmy snorts.

"Oh, believe me, im mad. But after a lot of getting pushed around, you get used to focusing on the small things."

"Oh."

"It's gonna be a long night, I know," Jimmy says with a smile, holding his arms out. "But it'll go faster with cuddling."

Tango doesnt need to be offered twice, practically tossing away his sword to fall into Jimmy's arms. His skin is cool to the touch. His heart beats in time with Tango's through their shirts, steady and determined.

crackle. sizzle. pop.

He curls up in the arms of his soulmate, closes his eyes, and decides not to think about it all.

[geo-winchester]

BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION

A/N: Hi everyone sooo today is my birthday and I know I have a tons of request I should be working on but I want to celebrate this day with you guys, so I made this list with prompts of I love you a few are with Taylor swift songs and others are with actions, so I hope you have a great day and send me an asked if you want a request, and before I go I want to thank you for all your love and support you gave to me!!

I LOVE YOU WITH TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS

1. I like shiny things but I marry you in paper rings.

2. And I can’t let you go, your heart print’s on my soul.

3. For you I would fall from grace just to touch your face.

4. But I stay when it’s hard or it’s wrong or we’re making mistakes.

5. All these peoples thinks love’s for show, but I would die in secret.

6. No more keepin’ score now, I just want to keep you warm.

7. And at every table, I’ll save you a seat.

8. I’m a fire and I’ll keep your brittle heart warm if your cascade ocean wave blue come.

9. You’re my best friend.

10. I remember how we felt sitting by the water and every time I look at you, it’s like the first time.

11. You can hear it in the silence. You can feel it on my way home. You can see it with the lights out.

12. And I know I make the same mistakes every time, bridges burn, I never learn, at least I did one thing right.

13. I want to wear his initial on a chain round my neck… not because he owns me because he knows me.

14. Squeeze my hand three times in the back of the taxi.

15. Can I go where you go? Can I we always be these close?

16. With your boots beneath my bed… forever is the sweetest con

17. And all at once you are the one I have been waiting for, king of my heart, body and soul.

18. I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends, I’d never walk Cornelia street again.

19. One single thread of gold tied me to you.

20. I once believed love would be burning red, but it’s golden

21. Please don’t ever become a stranger who’s laugh I could recognize anywhere.

22. Have I know you twenty second or twenty years.

23. All I know is a new found grace. All my days I’ll know your face.

24. Long live the walls we crashed through, I had the time of my life with you.

25. My house of stone, my ivy grows and now I’m covered in you.

26. Don’t want no other shade of blue but you.

27. Say my name and everything just stop.

28. I’d like to hangout with you for my whole life.

29. Baby all at once is enough.

30. Even in my worst times, you could se the best in me.

31. I had the best day with you today.

32. My waves meet your shore, ever and evermore.

33. I don’t wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you.

34. All that ends well to end up with you.

Other ways to say I love you.

35. Put your seatbelt on.

36. I save you a piece.

37. I got you something.

38. I told my family about you.

39. Text me when you land.

40. Do you want the last piece of pizza.

41. I make you coffee.

42. Have you eaten today?

43. To the moon and back.

44. This song reminds me of you.

45. Tell me more.

46. Here, take my jacket.

47. I’ll take you.

48. I got you a key of my house.

49. I made a playlist.

50. I like you.

Characters I write about: Poe dameron, Richard Alonzo Muñoz, duke Leto, Nathan Bateman, Santiago Garcia, Marc Spector, Steven grant, Jake Lockley, Jonathan Levy, William Tell, Llewyn Davis, Taron Egerton, jimmy Keene, Eggsy Unwin, Jake “hangman” Seresin

[ronearoundblindly]

Ro's Bi-Weekly Edit

May 21st - June 3rd, 2023

In case you missed it, here's a roundup of the fics and ficlets posted this past two weeks!

Below the cut are links and snippets from 4 works from 3 series.

Plans, part one of Time & Tines Steve Rogers x villain!Reader

Steve tilts the tea in your direction. “Here’s hoping you didn’t waste truth serum on me,” he cheers. “Might be the only drug completely useless both after and before Erskine’s formula.” You’re amused, a smirk lifting fading, dark lips. “Ah yes. Good, honest Captain America.” “To a fault.” “No.” Your seriousness stops him cold, and Steve’s smile fades. “It���s not a fault. You’re just rare.” You value honesty. He can work with that.

Too Eager, a Bedrock and Blueprints tale, Rated Mature Ari Levinson x best friend!Reader

“Let’s get you comfy, okay?” He rolls the zipper of your skirt down at your side and yanks it free slowly. He runs his hands up your body and back, under your blouse, to unhook your bra, ghosting a kiss to your clothed chest before sitting back up to tug at your tights. He didn’t say anything about you only taking your shoes off at the edge of the couch, which means Ari is being remarkably controlled for how much he hates shoes in the house. As he playfully shimmies the long and frustrating tubes of nylon over your feet, you sit up to pull off everything up top, letting the blouse and bra drop to the floor and crossing your arms over your bare chest. “Cold?” You nod, and Ari takes off his own t-shirt right there to help you into. It’s warm from his body and each fiber smells deeply of a decade of comfort. His hands return to holding your thighs. “Better?” Yes, but you don’t want to talk about it.

Sad Sack, a Common Education drabble Jimmy Dobyne x professor!Reader

"Is this because of one paper? Did something happen in another class?" You stop yourself from ripping the smoke right out of his mouth so he'll look you in the eye. Jimmy shakes his head and does it for you, rolling his tongue over chapped lips and then holding them in. "No, ma'am." You relax a little, waiting for him to elaborate. You're waiting the whole time Jimmy mulls over his cigarette. He takes out a lighter and then thinks better of it and shoves it back in his pants, leaving the hand buried in his pocket. "Can't have you thinking of me like that," he mumbles. "Like what if I just get worse? What if I'm stupid and...I don't want you to see me that way."

Reversal Point, part five of Threadbare Steve Rogers x fashion designer!Reader

It’s Hellfire Night. There’s a crackle of road gravel as the limousine pulls right up to your curb, but you don’t see Steve first. Sam Wilson pops his head and torso out of the sunroof with a beaming white smile. “Ah yes, the woman of the hour,” he coos before glancing back down into the backseat. “Close your mouth, buddy. You’re gonna swallow a bug.” You giggle and approach the shiny black car. The door latch opens from the inside. “You look ama—“ Thud. Steve whacks his head on the door rim trying to step out. “Oh gosh, are you okay?” You make it to him just as Steve stands up straight on the sidewalk. It’s easy and instinctive, meant to be, the way his hands settle against your arms and sweep down to hold your delicately gloved hands. “You’re stunning,” Steve whispers. “That’s not a concussion talking?” “He’ll survive,” Sam yells from inside the car. “Pretty sure he ran through several solid walls just to get to the showers after our run.” “It was one glass door and I didn’t see it close after Davis,” Steve barks over his shoulder.  You tick your head up toward your apartment. “You and the windows, handsome. Not friends, huh?” He rolls his glittering blue eyes playfully, huffing, “Don’t you start.”

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[coolbeanzeaglbones]

Got another one, I am productive

The waiting room was empty and quiet. The professor and the other bats were asleep in very uncomfortable positions in the chairs. Jimmy was knitting. He was plugged into the wall with a phone charger.

It was three AM when a doctor came out of the operating room, looking disheveled, “Uh, for a Mister Falconhawk?” Jimmy nodded, “Uh, yeah, is he okay?”

The doctor looked to the floor, “He's unstable right now, he coded in surgery and the chances of him waking up are pretty slim. His hand is probably never going to be the same.” Jimmy nodded, “Are we allowed to see him?” The doctor looked hesitant, “Maybe in the morning, you guys should get some rest. There's a lot to go over.” Jimmy nodded, looking a bit sad.

The doctor grimaced before whispering, “Alright, you can see, just be a bit careful, he's still pretty fragile.” He lead Jimmy into the waiting place (don't know what it's called, not googling it) and they went through the double doors.

Jimmy looked his friend over. He was hooked up to a whole bunch of machines and all of them were making some sort of annoying sound, “He had a pretty deep wound to the chest, it was so close to his heart that it hit one of his vital veins. It's a miracle that he even survived the initial wound. Good stitches by the way. He might be asleep for a while. He might not even wake up.” Jimmy just nodded his head, staring from afar. He was trying to process what the doctor was saying. He kept hope up as much as he could, but he was still sad and worried.

Eaglebones looked so fragile that Jimmy felt like if he touched him he might do something bad.

The doctor noticed and gestured forward, “Go ahead, you can go near him.”

Jimmy went closer and grabbed Eaglebones' uninjured hand gently in his, “We defeated the robots.” He said softly, “Crash is a bit upset, you better wake up at some point because if you don't we'll have to find a new guitarist. Your guitar is fine…I think we left it there. We'll go back tomorrow.” The silence was punctuated by the beeps of the machines. Eaglebones was pale and still. So very still. The only signs of life were the slight rise and fall of his chest that was probably from the oxygen that they had him on.

The doctor put a hand on his shoulder, “Go back to your friends, he'll be here in the morning… actually, he'll probably be in a different room.”

Jimmy went back to the waiting room where everyone was awake, “Oh, I didn't realize that you guys were awake.” Jimmy said as he sat down in his chair, “Well? How is he?” The professor asked with fatherly concern. Jimmy shrugged, “He was unconscious, the doctor said it was a miracle he even survived. He-” he cut himself off, “He might not wake up.” The commander stared at the floor, “We left the guitar in the middle of the town, we should probably grab it.” Was what he said.

Crash had his power restrictor on his wrist, the red light blinking every few seconds. He looked like he was about to cry. Ricky has shiny eyes, but didn't want to cry. He wanted to stay strong for Crash. The professor looked like he was at a loss.

They were his children. He was there for them more than their real families. He was there for them when they washed up on the beach. Sure, experimenting on them was probably not morally correct, but darn it, they were his kids.

He looked at the others, “Well, he'll be okay.” The commander looked at him before laughing, “How do you know?”

“Call it a father's intuition. It may take a while, but he'll be okay.”

They all clung to that hope like drowning men clung to a life raft.

[angelofrainfrogs]

Break My Mind: Ch. 5

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

Fandom(s): Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

Description: Gregory must be dreaming this time. No sooner had he come to accept this strange reality where everyone is alive and well, than he’s sent back through time and space to the weekend he got trapped in the Pizzaplex. He’s supposed to help his family get on track for a better future, yet… didn’t he already succeed in his own timeline? Confused but relieved, Gregory drops back into his new life in the mega mall. In fact, who should be waiting for him but Michael, clad in a security uniform and searching for his missing family! Only—the night guard seems a bit more withered than when Gregory last saw him. Not to mention that cold look in his silver eyes…

Rating: T

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Gregory could feel himself coming to. Sorry muscles from the high-voltage shock might have killed a lesser boy, but the cursed Remnant in his veins would see to Gregory’s endless suffering. He couldn’t move; couldn’t even cry. This wasn’t any good…

Gregory could make sounds, though. Minute and pitiable whimpers of pain left his open mouth as the boy tried desperately to regain command over his limbs. By the time he could wiggle his toes, he was already in the raised security room overlooking Fazerblast. Once scribbled with Vanny’s frantic, insane ramblings, it was now notably sleek and cold. Adding to his inability to move were the straps tying Gregory’s wrists and ankles to a chair. The restraints were meant to hold animatronics at bay, so they were no match for a scrawny, tired kid.

“Oh? You awake now?” Michael’s voice sounded from Gregory’s left, impatient and mildly annoyed as usual. Moving in front of Gregory’s field of vision, he hopped up to sit on the security desk, legs swinging idly as he held what looked like a VR headset in his bandaged hands. “Took you long enough… I didn’t mean to keep the voltage that high, but I didn’t have much time to adjust it from stunning animatronics, so… my bad.”

The rotting zombie shrugged, as if this was a completely normal occurrence. A grin quirked up the side of his mouth that was still intact.

“Now we can get to the fun part, though!” He held up the headset, waving it back and forth like it was a toy he was trying to attract a cat’s attention with. “I’ll admit I’m excited try this out on someone as strong-willed as you, but I’ll give you one more chance now that you don’t have the others whispering in your ear: are you going to join me or not? You’ll do what I say regardless—it’ll just determine how much harder you want to make this whole thing for you.”

He tilted his head inquisitively, half-permanent grin revealing stark white teeth reflected in the neon lights. “So what’ll it be, Gregory?”

Based on Gregory’s aching head and rattled bones, he had an inkling that Michael wasn’t particularly sorry. The headset he swayed back and forth only served to send his nerves sky high. Although the shiny looking video game console may have been used for fun once, Gregory could only surmise that it served a dark purpose now.

And this ultimatum?

Gregory faced down the wrath of his foster family’s physical tortures. He’d wrestled an animatronic gator in the dark; survived a racecar crash and fallen one story down into the basement; nearly been ripped to shreds by almost every once-friendly animatronic in the Pizzaplex… He wasn’t a weak child anymore, and Gregory deluded himself into being able to resist whatever Michael planned for him.

“Go fuck yourself!” he shouted, rattling his restraints like a feral animal, hoping to jimmy something loose. “I don’t care what you do to me! Just leave everyone else alone!”

It mattered not what happened to him—it was the people in this timeline that depended on him, even if they didn’t even know it.  

“Spunky,” Michael remarked, his voice tinged with approval. “That’s exactly why I needed you… you know, if my brother had a fraction of the amount of spine you do, I think we would’ve gotten along so much better.”

His gaze was distant, thinking over all that was and all that could’ve been. After a moment he let out a little sigh and looked back to Gregory.

“Oh well—can’t change the past, after all.” He sounded far too excited now as he hopped off the desk, the cables of the headset dragging along the floor. “Now be a good boy and put this on; it’s just a little subliminal messaging to make you see how great it is to be on my side!”

Gregory wasn’t strong enough to fight off the remnants of the taser, the restraints, and the zombie hell-bent on brainwashing him. He still put up a damn fuss though, and it took Michael longer than he wanted to secure the headset and earpieces.

“We’ll see how you feel after twenty minutes, you little shit,” he hissed, turning to the computer hub. With a few clicks of a button, the monitor lit up so Michael could watch and assure his influential demo worked just as intended. Sitting down in a swivel chair, he crossed his hands over his lap and grinned.

No amount of head bobbing would work. Michael quickly caught the back of Gregory’s skull with the strap and snapped the heavy goggles over his eyes. He could try to close his eyes, but the sounds…

A deep and rumbling bass followed by incomprehensible noises—voices? Gregory couldn’t escape the subliminal audio piercing his psyche. Still, he put up a solid fight. For the first five minutes, Gregory wouldn’t stop trying to knock the headset loose. He filled the air with empty promises as he struggled.

“As soon as they get me out of here, you’re DEAD! I’m gonna kick your stupid zombie ass!” He still had hope that he wouldn’t succumb; that his friends were merely backed up and on route to his rescue.

Five minutes turned to twelve…

Gregory had stopped his reckless thrashing, having opened his eyes now to the screen ahead. Incomprehensible—the visions were off-putting and made him recoil uncomfortably. He began murmuring to himself, hoping to be saved still. Torrid and intrusive thoughts were bombarding his aching mind. By the time the program had shut off automatically, Gregory’s head was lolled to the side. He was overcome with a sense of exhaustion and impotent rage. It boiled beneath the surface—

But he couldn’t remember why he was so mad in the first place. The confusion only served to fuel this quiet anger. 

“Wow, time sure flies,” Michael remarked as the monitor went dark, giving the chair a little spin before hoisting himself out of it. With surprisingly deft fingers, he slipped off the goggles and earbuds. Gregory looked very out of it, blinking slowly as if unsure what was happening.

“Good sign, good sign…,” the psychotic zombie murmured, setting the equipment down. He then gently lifted up Gregory’s chin, snapping with his other hand to get the boy’s attention. “Hey there, Greg—and how are we doing? Still feeling rebellious, or are you willing to listen to your good friend Mike now?”

Gregory winced, irritable, but feeling as though that was irrational. The sound was messing with him a little and he batted his head at Mike’s hand.

“Quit it…,” he grumbled, looking around the room like he just woke from a midday nap. He blinked his dilated eyes, large silver spots finally landing on Mike.

“What’s up? What? Why are you in my face?” he said, having some attitude but otherwise not protesting Michael being close to him. “Is this what you do to people who just wake up? Jerk...”

“Aww, what a sweetheart,” Michael cooed ironically. “Seems not even your righteous attitude could resist a major adjustment.”

Stepping back, he lifted his Fazwatch and pressed a button, speaking low into the mic so the fresh brainwashing wouldn’t get messed up by the kid remembering his other friends were in danger. “Monty—report. How are the old bastards?”

“Down for the count!” the gator’s cheery voice came through. “Not gone, though—can’t seem to turn ‘em off even though they’re pretty wrecked… But they ain’t gonna come after you again anytime soon, boss.”

“Perfect,” Michael hummed, a sly grin spreading across his face. “Freddy, how about you?”

“I am still downstairs with Charlie,” the bear responded. “Her companion attempted to save her, but I locked her in the protective cylinder and disabled the interior emergency exit button, so she is no longer a threat.”

“I knew you were always the smart one; bring Charlie up and join the others. I want them to see how pointless all their stupid efforts have been.”

Instructions given, Mike clicked off the watch and moved to Gregory’s side again. He began undoing the restraints, watching the boy closely for signs he was faking the mind-control… but his wide, unfocused eyes said otherwise; he was well and truly under Michael’s subliminal spell. He put up no resistance as Mike lifted him into his arms, instinctively clinging around his neck to keep steady as the murderer walked back to the main atrium.

In another universe, this embrace would be one of familial comfort. Now though, with Michael’s hand gripping the back of Gregory’s shirt as a subtle threat not to try anything—though he didn’t think the kid would—it was something else entirely.

Gregory had a sour expression on his face. The instinct was something he couldn't fight, but he held tightly onto Mike, even cradling his head against the man's shoulder like he trusted him completely again. Gregory's skull was pounding, and Michael was talking far too loud for him to really even process the things he was saying. Something about people coming...

“Tell them to fuck off; I want to go back to El Chips,” Gregory muttered, becoming quite the brat in the span of twenty minutes. He held his bandaged arm to his chest, finding himself looking down at it.

How did he even break his wrist?

Gregory was having a hard time recalling. It all felt like a blur, hurting his brain the more he thought on it. They had some time together while the others gathered all the broken pieces of Gregory's friend's. All he kept coming back to was knowing he didn't want to see anyone.

“I know, I know—you’re a loner like me,” Michael soothed, relaxing his grip on the boy’s shirt the more he clung.

Like the little brother Michael always wanted…

He really did look so much like Evan—maybe Gregory could be a better version. One more suited to Michael’s tastes, who snipped at people just like his big bro when times got tough instead of finding a table to cry under.

“We’re just gonna say a quick hi and bye to a few folks, then we’ll get you a snack,” Michael continued as they stepped out of Fazerblast. He could see a group gathered near the main stage: the Glamrocks and what looked to be various pieces of rotten, golden fur and random bits of internal mechanisms scattered around the floor.

Gregory sighed acceptingly at this, huffing a lock of hair away from his eyes and rolling them dramatically. “O-kaaaay...”

Gregory trusted his bandaged hand into Michael's equally wrapped one as he was set down, surprisingly using the broken one to hold onto him with. It was a bit odd how the pain no longer bothered him—though may just be a clever part of his programming now. He walked with some energy now that he was up and moving, the fog clearing from his brain as he looked around.

“What's with all the garbage laying on the floor?” Gregory asked.

That wasn't even the most interesting part, either. The girl sobbing hysterically on stage, held up in a submissive hold by Freddy soon pulled his eye from the rotting parts scattered across the floor. Gregory watched, cocking his head before a little chuckle left his lips. As they approached, he whispered to Mike: “What a fucking baby. Isn't she, like, way too old to cry like that?”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself, Greg,” Michael said with a swell of demented endearment—oh yeah, he liked this kid even better now. He gazed up at the girl with a scathing look. “Charlie, shut the fuck up; your sobbing is annoying as hell.”

“Gregory…?” A faint, almost disembodied voice sounded from the other side of the room. Monty was quite literally sitting on the mangled chest of the golden Freddy animatronic, and he gave the bear a kick when he spoke.

“Can it,” the gator hissed, then gave a slight twitch. There was something in those old, ratty suits… something dead and festering that his messed-up computer brain couldn’t comprehend. However, thanks to Mike the Glamrocks' human safety protocol had been disabled long ago because of his own questionable appearance, so all they could do was try their best to ignore the weird bodies. At least with the guard here they had a welcome distraction.

“Oh god… Gregory, no…,” Henry moaned, barely able to see the kid from the half-slumped position of his head. With the way they were holding hands like best friends, it was clear that Mike had gotten to him. “God damn it Michael, why?!”

The zombified man gave a scathing laugh and answered simply: “Why the fuck not?”

William looked up from his spot on the stage, his bent neck crooked towards the pair. He was silent as Charlie tried to reign in her sobs at poor Gregory. Michael had ruined the one good thing they'd found in a while. It was clear that, at least for now, the Gregory they knew was dead and gone.

When he saw Monty kick at Henry, William tried to drag himself to his side in a futile attempt to help him, though was quickly pinned by Roxy's foot.

“Where do you think you're going, dust bunny?” she snarled, feeling whatever squishy mass on the inside deflate with her heavy paw.

Gregory waved to the animatronics, not minding their senseless need for violence now. He swung Michael's hand lightly, wrist cracking as he forced the fractured bone to keep move as he watched his friends’ torture without empathy, or any real emotion attached. The perfect little psychopath...

“You sick, fucking bastard... You can't just keep ruining people's lives because you're bored!” Charlie sobbed, trying to lift her legs now and kick out of the hold she was in when she saw that they were continuing to hurt her father and William. “YOU'RE A FUCKING COWARD, MIKE! You have your shitty little puppets doing all the work for you!”

Gregory yawned, leaning into Mike as he was quickly losing interest in whatever these clowns were yammering about. “Speaking of bored...”

“Puppets?! PFFT—” Michael burst into laughter, doubling over and clutching his stomach with his free arm. “Oh my god, Charlie, I forgot you were so funny! That's rich coming from you...”

“She's right, though,” Henry chimed in. He was all but a pile of squished faux fur and metal thanks to Monty anyway; might as well prod Mike's disturbed psyche for the hell of it. “You think you're so amazing, but you can't do anything without help.”

“Um, excuse me—” Michael's eyes narrowed as he whirled on the decrepit bear. “—who the hell do you think made Gregory so much more likeable? Me—by myself.” He huffed, glancing down at the boy in question. “Alright, I'm bored, too. We can head for El Chips in a sec, but first...”

He looked at all his captives with an inquisitive hum. Henry and William were as good as done for; there was no fun to be had for Gregory tearing them apart right now. Puppet was still trapped downstairs, though Michael wanted to work with the kid a bit more before exposing him to that slippery thing, anyway. So that left only one member of his former party to test the boy's metal on.

“Gregory,” Michael crooned, giving his hair a ruffle. “Look how mean Charlie's being to our dear Freddy—she's about to snap his legs with all that writhing!” His eyes flashed, dark and silver, eager to see just how far his power of suggestion could go. “So why don't you break hers first?”

Charlie went silent for a moment, eyes widened considerably as Gregory looked to be mulling it over.

“Gregory, no! What the fuck?! How could you even be considering that?!” she demanded to know through her tears.

Gregory put a hand on his chin, releasing his grip on Michael and watching as William spoke up in a painful rasp. “Don't... Hurt... Them...”

William had clearly failed at keeping Michael from doing just that, failing his own promise to Henry that he wouldn't mess up with Charlie again. Yet here he was, begging for their wellbeing in a pathetic position prone to the stage floor. Nothing seemed to get through to Gregory, because he had ignored them both in favor of looking to Mike.

“Well, I mean, I need like a hammer or a wrench or something. I don't think I could break them on my own,” he said in a practical manner, sending chills down William's spine as he heard such an utterance. Gregory's only concern was for his best friend not to see him as weak for requesting a weapon. He seemed to perk up a little and gasped. “Oh—if I had a monkey wrench that’d be perfect! 'Cause they have that hard knob on the end and everything!”

Gregory’s watch uttered a short beep, though this was drowned out by Michael’s own little gasp.

“Oh, you’re so right!” The guard pressed a hand over his heart, looking down at his newfound protégé with the closest thing to “affection” he’d been able to muster in decades. Not quite willing to leave Gregory alone with the others and their tricky words yet, Michael again held out a hand. “Come with me—I know I have a spare toolkit in the security office that’s got to have what we’re looking for.”

The boy took his palm without hesitation, but when Michael started pulling him along, the oddest thing happened. It seemed like Gregory was trying to follow, but his hand just sort of… slipped out of Michael’s grasp.

No, not slipped out of it—slipped through it.

The watch beeped again, more insistent this time. The tiny screen was blinking a bright, warning red, and a line of scrolling text ran across it in all caps.

WARNING: TIMELINE COMPROMISED… INITIATING EMERGENCY RESET. PREPARE FOR REFRESHED LOOP IN THIRTY SECONDS.

Each time the text completed its round, a few more seconds were shaved off, counting down to zero.

“W-What the fuck?! Gregory, what’s happening? Where are you going?!” Eyes wide with confusion, Michael tried to get ahold of him to no avail. He and the others could only watch as the boy literally faded away before their eyes. Michael made one final desperate grab, when suddenly in a blink… Gregory was gone.

Almost as if he’d never been there at all.  

***

There might have been panic on the end of Gregory’s friends when witnessing such a thing, though not for long. With the help of the little invention in his wrist, the past harrowing day would be unwritten…

Gregory reached for Michael, the first sign of true and genuine emotional distress since coming out of his brainwashing. He tried desperately to grab onto his arm, but felt himself slipping further and further as his friends’ voices faded into oblivion. It was as fast as a blink—but so much scarier. As Gregory’s subconscious untethered, coming back to him in waves, he processed what he was about to do to Charlie—

And in this strange, blank space between time, he up-chucked chips and queso into the scattered quantum winds.

Gregory felt befouled. He never considered himself a person of great moral backbone before, but that whole experience taught him how far people like he and Michael could fall, not to mention how easily. It was a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget.

Everything was reset; an opportunity not afforded to most. As his watch began to count down a second time, Gregory tried hard to regain his composure. The cold sweat now sticking to his forehead and neck made him clammy and nervous-looking.

And who would blame him with the timeline he’d been subjected to? He still had to save them somehow; to put them on the right track and make everything right.

As his watch flashed and pulled him back to the cursed universe, he his optimism began to wane. What if things only got worse this time around?

…They could be worse—but they could also be so much better.

Gregory had gone into this universe blind, unaware of who to trust—and more importantly, who not to. He’d made some mistakes; ones with unforeseeable consequences that the universe simply couldn’t handle. But he had another chance now, a new opportunity to do things the right way. He knew who his allies were, and he could take more steps to help them… and if he failed another time, he’d simply reset and try again.

Trial and error; that’s what his immortal life was now until he saved every version of his friends he needed to.

***

As before, the boy landed with a hard smack on the dusty, carpeted floor of the West Arcade. As before, the lights were dim and desolate, reflecting the darkness of this timeline even before Gregory’s intervention. As before, a smooth, accented voice called out from nearby.

“Gregory?! Is this where you’ve been all night? I’ve been looking for you for hours!”

***

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[amethystfairy1]

I love the Traveling Thieves au! Do you happen to have any spare Pearl lore for the soul?

Some Pearl Lore in this trying time, I see?

Lemme think...

Well! She's spent most of her time since getting sold from her colony in various mercenary bands or workhouses, which would essentially rent her out, so she's done a lot of work as a mercenary and a fighter, and hasn't spent much time under the direct eye of a master, the way Grian and Jimmy have. She loves pastries and sweets but never asks for them, but Gem is perceptive enough to notice and always makes sure to send Pearl to get them 'snacks' while in the city and have her choose something she likes. Pearl usually picks something plainer for herself out of nervousness, but she's getting better about it!

Out of the three avians we know, Pearl is the strongest fighter, with Grian being a close second and Jimmy third, but he's got other benefits going for him since he's grown, he is considerably physically stronger than either of them. Pearl hasn't seen Grian since they were sold from their colony at 15, and she hasn't seen Jimmy since he was 13, the age he would've been when his older cousins were sold away.

Pearl also loves the rain and thunderstorms! She finds the sounds to be soothing and the dark clouds pretty!

I hope this was enough Pearl lore to tide you over till we get to see our deadly Shiny Duo again!