#The Octagon of Chaos

[oldschoolfrp]

The Octagon of Chaos, Joe O'Niel cover art, Theatre of the Mind Enterprises, 1986. This 3rd-party adventure for Chaosium's Stormbringer RPG features the exploration of an abandoned Melnibonéan citadel, with the twist that the party cannot include any Melnibonéans.

[dreamdrbbles]

TRUTH OR...DARE?

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you’re a cheater babe, sawry!

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: aaron pierre as himself & the black!fem reader as you.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: heavy smut, oral (female receiving), adultery, protected sex, dirty talk, and some more stuff. also, please do not try this at home, pretty babies. minors, do not interact.

It had been four years since you stepped foot in a club, and it showed. Marriage had introduced your social life to a bright red octagon, halting any late nights out or wild adventures with friends. But when your girls planned an impromptu trip to New Orleans to celebrate your big promotion at work, you couldn’t say no. You needed the break, no, you deserved it. You were especially grateful they chose a spot that fit your aesthetic. The club was classy, with dim lighting that set a sultry tone and a strict over-25 entry policy. The drinks were strong, the music was hitting just right, and the men? Fine as hell. You were married—somewhat happily, but there was no harm in looking. Right?

“Ooh! Let’s play truth or dare!” Ashlee’s voice cut through the bass-heavy beat of Glorilla rapping about her love for being outside.

Her mischievous grin told you everything you needed to know: trouble was coming. You and Layla exchanged a knowing look, silently agreeing that your friend was already on one. The three of you had been thick as thieves since college, and truth or dare had a history of bringing chaos into your lives. It was never really truth or dare—it was dare or dare, and Ashlee’s ideas always toed the line between bold and outrageous. “Ash, you need to put the Casamigos down. I see you already on some bullshit,” you said, side-eyeing her as she poured another round of tequila shots.

“I’m not!” she defended, her voice dripping with feigned innocence. “But since you got so much to say… truth or dare?” Your competitive spirit flared instantly. Ashlee knew how much you hated backing down from a challenge. She fixed you with a smirk, her eyes glinting with the kind of energy that let you know she’d already thought this through.

“Oh, what the fuck… dare,” you said, waving her on. You figured she’d keep it simple; a dance with a stranger, getting a man’s number, something light. But you should’ve remembered who you were dealing with. Ashlee’s grin widened, wicked and full of intent.

“I dare you to have a one-night stand.” You nearly choked on your lemon drop. “Excuse me?” Ashlee didn’t flinch. She just crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair with the confidence of someone who knew she’d just dropped the gauntlet. “This heffa is crazy.” you muttered under your breath, wiping your mouth as you set the glass down. You shot her a look that could’ve burned through steel. She knew you were married. She’d been standing right there when you said “I do,” the one who held your bouquet and straightened your veil before you walked down the aisle. Sure, Ashlee had never liked Derrick—she thought he was controlling and boring, but this? This was outrageous. “Daring me to commit adultery is insane. No,” you said firmly, shaking your head.

But Ashlee didn’t back down. She leaned forward, her elbows on her knees, locking eyes with you. “It’s not like you’re happy with Derrick anyway.” she teased, her voice just loud enough for you and Layla to hear over the music.

You stiffened. Ashlee had struck a nerve, and she knew it.

You looked down at your drink, swirling it in the glass as the weight of her words settled over you. Your marriage wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t great either. Derrick had been distant lately, and the spark between you had faded into routine. You loved him… but sometimes you wondered if that was enough. Layla cut in, sensing the tension. “Ash, come on. That’s a little much, don’t you think?” The most logical of your friend trifecta added, bringing some levity to the situation. “Fine, fine.” Ashlee said with a shrug, raising her hands in mock surrender. “But if you don’t take this dare, then you have to at least… flirt with someone. You’ve been locked up in that marriage too long. Have a little fun.” You sighed, your sense of spontaneity battling with your sense of loyalty. It wasn’t like flirting was cheating… was it?

You tilted back your glass, letting the last of your drink slide down your throat, the burn of the vodka sharp and unforgiving. The cocktail glass hit the table with a decisive clink as you set it down, and the tension at your table crackled in the air. Your best friends were watching you closely, Ashlee with a look of smug challenge, and Layla with quiet pleading in her eyes, silently urging you to stay grounded. Tonight, you knew you were about to break one of their hearts. Would it be the devil on your shoulder or the angel? Taking a deep breath, you pushed back from the table, standing to your feet.

The movement was smooth, deliberate, almost as if you were psyching yourself up for the dare. You smoothed your hands down your dress, tugging it slightly to make sure it covered what needed covering—but there was no hiding the bold tattoo on your thigh: a coiled snake intertwined with roses. That tattoo was a relic of your younger, wilder days, when you were eighteen, impulsive, and drunk on a spring break trip you’d never forget.

Back then, you were reckless, bold, and free. For a brief moment, the memory of that version of yourself stirred something deep inside. “Flirt with a random man, got it.” you said, nodding as if to convince yourself. Your voice carried a mix of determination and resignation, a subtle reminder that you didn’t back down from dares. The beat of the club vibrated through your chest as you scanned the crowd, searching for your unsuspecting target. A few pairs of eyes lingered on you as you stepped away from the table, the confidence in your stride undeniable, even if you were faking it. Tonight, you weren’t just completing a dare, you were testing the edges of who you used to be. But where to start?

‘The bar’, you thought. Because you’d definitely need another round of liquid courage to go through with this. You sauntered to the crowded bar, sifting through bodies until you reached the counter. The bartender was a beautiful woman with bohemian locs that fell to her waist, beads adorned the feature. God, you loved New Orleans. The date was the flirt with someone, not a man in particular. Could making eyes at the gorgeous mixologist count? Probably not. Before you could pipe up to speak, you were bumped out of the way. Your eyebrows furrowed in frustration as you looked up at the towering figure. “Uh! Excuse me!” You called out, her voice only carrying a few inches away from you, but apparently it hit the intended target.

The male turned around and you were instantly stunned. Not only was he tall, but he was fine. Fine was an understatement. When God was done molding him even he had to give himself a pat on the back. From his chiseled jaw line to his ocean blue eyes that were covered by gold wire glasses, his features immediately enticed you. Fuck. The top two buttons on the shirt he wore were unbutton, revealing a gold chain with a simple cross pendant, shit had you ready to confess your sins. “Oh, my apologies love. I didn’t see you there.” He responded, a british accent stunned you, but the depth and rasp of his voice almost made you melt where you stood. “Let me buy you a drink, since I cut you in the queue.” His smile, FUCK. You giggled in response, as if you weren’t about to give him a piece of your mind just ten seconds before you got trapped in his eyes. Flirt. “Good idea, that’ll save you from my wrath.” You responded, your orbs holding his as you naturally tilted your head to the side. “A lemon drop, please.”

“Lemon drop.” he repeated, nodding toward the bartender. But his eyes never left yours, and the way they raked over you, slow and deliberate, made you feel like the most captivating thing in the room. “And an old fashion for me.”

As the bartender prepared your drink, he leaned in slightly, closing the already narrow space between you. His scent wrapped around you, warm, woodsy, and intoxicating. You could almost feel the heat radiating off him, and it took every ounce of composure not to let your knees give out.

“I’m Aaron, by the way.” he said, his voice lower now, meant just for you. You swallowed hard, your tongue darting out to wet your lips as you replied, “Nice to meet you, Aaron. I’m…” You trailed off, momentarily distracted as his gaze flicked to your mouth.

“Beautiful name.” he said before you could finish. Your cheeks warmed, but you held his gaze, determined not to let him see how flustered you were. “I didn’t tell you my name.” You replied, confused.

“No,” he said, leaning in just enough for his breath to brush against your ear, “but I’m sure it’s beautiful.”

Your drink arrived, breaking the moment, and you reached for it, your fingers brushing against his. The touch was brief, but it sent a jolt of electricity up your arm.

“Thank you,” you said, raising the glass slightly, your voice steady despite the way your pulse raced.

“Don’t mention it,” he replied, his eyes darkening slightly as he leaned back, his smirk now a full-fledged grin.

Flirting had never felt so natural, or so dangerous.

Suddenly, Ashlee’s dare didn’t seem so far-fetched. The idea of a one-night encounter felt thrillingly close, the kind of reckless decision you hadn’t made in years. As Aaron turned to walk away, you acted without thinking, reaching out to lightly touch his arm. The firmness beneath your fingertips sent a jolt through you, and he stopped, glancing back at you with curiosity in his eyes.

Boldly, you slipped your arm around his, letting him guide you through the lively crowd. The club’s energy buzzed around you, but it all seemed to fade, the world narrowing to just the two of you. His confidence radiated with every step, and you found yourself mesmerized by the ease with which he moved.

Eventually, he stopped at a table in a quieter corner, turning to face you. He leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear as he spoke. “Beautiful,” he murmured, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine. “If I’d known buying you that drink would bring you this close, I would’ve done it the moment I saw you walk in.”

Your cheeks burned, the compliment sending a rush of heat through your body. But then it hit you-he still didn't know your name. You opened your mouth to tell him, but he cut you off, pressing a finger gently against your lips.

"You're going to be whoever and whatever I want you to be tonight," he said, his tone commanding but laced with an edge of teasing. "Understood?"

Yes, fuckin’ sir.

You felt his words settle deep in your core, your heart hammering as you nodded, unable to find the words to respond. Then, remembering yourself, you let out a soft laugh. “I guess I should thank my friends for daring me to flirt with someone tonight,” you said, your tone light but tinged with nerves.

His brow arched, amusement flickering in his gaze. “Just flirting?” he asked, the corner of his mouth lifting in a small smirk. “That’s a pretty tame dare.”

“Well…” You hesitated, glancing down briefly. “They actually dared me to have a one-night stand, but ⸺.”

“Am I not worthy of that dare?” he interrupted smoothly, his voice playful but edged with curiosity. Your lips parted, unsure how to respond to his suggestive quip.

“Maybe,” you replied, feeling your heart race under his gaze. “But it’s complicated.” You lifted your left hand, the glint of your wedding band catching the light. His eyes followed the motion, lingering for just a moment before returning to yours. There was no judgment there, only intrigue. He leaned back slightly, sipping his drink, his calm demeanor unshaken.

“Is he here?” Aaron asked, his tone casual, though his words held a weight that made your breath catch. “Your husband? Is he here?” He continued when you didn’t respond quick enough.

You shook your head slowly, the honesty in your response surprising even you. “No.”

“Then it sounds like you have a choice to make, Love.” he said simply, setting his drink down on the table. His hand brushed yours lightly, a fleeting touch that felt electric. For the first time in years, you felt truly seen, the weight of routine and expectation momentarily lifted. The noise of the club melted away, leaving only the pounding of your heart and the magnetic pull of his presence. This wasn’t about making a decision yet; it was about the possibility ⸺ a spark of something wild and untamed.

Indeed, you did. Was one moment of indulgence worth betraying the vows you made? Was your competitive nature driving this, or something else entirely? Every rational thought warned you to step back, but then you caught sight of Aaron’s smirk; mischievous, yet inviting—and all logic slipped away. The heat in his gaze made your pussy throb, and the thrill of the unknown sent a shiver down your spine.

“Let’s go.” You said, the words spilling out before doubt could creep in. Your voice carried a conviction that surprised even you.

His lips curved into a slow, knowing grin, one that sent a wave of heat down your body. He finished his drink in one smooth motion, setting the glass down with a deliberate air. “No hesitation,” he murmured, almost to himself, before reaching for your hand.

His touch was warm, firm, and commanding as he led you through the crowded club. The air inside felt suffocating now, charged with tension, but as soon as you stepped outside, the cool New Orleans night greeted you like a cleansing balm. Yet even the breeze couldn’t temper the heat coursing through your veins.

While you waited for the valet, Aaron stood close, closer than he needed to. The faint scent of his cologne lingered between you, earthy and rich, making it harder to think straight. His hand remained on yours, his thumb absentmindedly stroking your skin in small, soothing circles.

A tinge of self-preservation kicked in, and you fished your phone from your purse, typing a quick message in the group chat.

“Leaving with him. Keep an eye on my location.”

You hit send and glanced up at him, finding him watching you with a curious tilt of his head. “Taking precautions?” He asked, his voice low, teasing, but with an undercurrent of respect. “Of course.” you replied, meeting his gaze with a faint smirk. “You’re still a stranger, no matter how fine you are.” He chuckled, the sound rich and inviting, as the valet pulled up with his car, a sleek, black luxury vehicle that seemed to match the polished disposition he exuded. He opened the passenger door for you, stepping aside with a small bow that was both playful and impossibly smooth.

“After you, beautiful.” he said, his tone soft yet dripping with intent. You hesitated for the briefest moment, one last flicker of restraint threatening to pull you back. But then you stepped forward, sliding into the plush leather seat, the door closing behind you like the start of a story you’d never expected to write. As he rounded the car and slid into the driver’s seat, you couldn’t help but glance at him, a mixture of anticipation and trepidation swirling inside you. He caught your gaze and smiled, a slow, devastating twitch of his lips that seemed to promise everything and demand nothing.

The car ride was steeped in a quiet tension that buzzed between you like static electricity. Neither of you said much, but the silence wasn’t awkward ⸺ it was charged. Every so often, your eyes would meet, and in that brief exchange, a mutual understanding passed between you. This is really happening. Aaron’s right hand rested on your thigh, warm and firm against your skin. The casual intimacy of the gesture gave you goosebumps, but it also grounded you. His thumb occasionally traced small, idle circles, igniting tiny sparks that made your breath hitch. Meanwhile, he drove with practiced ease, his left hand guiding the sleek car through the city streets like he’d done it a hundred times before.

As the neon lights of the club district gave way to quieter, tree-lined roads, your heartbeat quickened. His place wasn’t far, and the realization settled over you with the weight of inevitability. You had crossed a line tonight, and every passing second carried you further from the point of no return. When he finally pulled into the driveway of a modern, elegant townhouse, he killed the engine and turned to you. His gaze was steady, his aquamarine eyes searching yours as if to make absolutely sure. “You ready?”

The words were simple, but the way he said them ⸺ low, careful, and tinged with concern, made your chest tighten. You nodded, your voice momentarily caught in your throat. “Yeah.” You managed softly. It was way too late to back out now, and honestly, you didn’t want to. Aaron smiled, a subtle grin that made your stomach flutter. He stepped out first, walking around to open your door.

Always the gentleman, it seemed, an unexpected touch for the man who now held the reins of this impulsive, reckless night. As you stepped out of the car, the cool night air brushed against your skin, heightening your senses. Aaron’s hand found yours again, his grip firm yet reassuring as he led you up the short walkway. The sound of your heels clicking against the pavement felt louder than it should have, like a drumbeat marking the anxiousness building between you. At the door, he paused, his keys in hand, and turned to face you one more time. “If you’re not sure, we can stop here.” he said, his timbre gentle but resolute. “No pressure, no hard feelings.” Your heart raced at his sincerity, but there was no hesitation left in you now.

“I’m sure.” you reassured, your voice steady this time. You were so fucking sure. With a small nod, he unlocked the door, holding it open for you as you stepped into his world, leaving everything else behind.

You barely made it through the threshold before you were engaged in a steamy kiss, and you were ripping each other’s clothes off like it was the end of the world. Patience was no longer a virtue, the only thing that mattered was the dare you had to complete. You two left a trail of clothes to the bedroom, where he pushed you down on the bed and demanded that you get in your favorite position. He would take you anyway you wanted. Without a second thought you rolled over on your stomach, pushing your ass out with your top half pressed firmly against the bed. The arch in your back made him hiss. You spread your legs just wide enough so that he could see your plump sex. “That’s a pretty pussy. Almost as beautiful as you.” He commented as he walked up behind you, slamming both of his hands down on your ass before he kneeled down behind you and released a wad of spit onto your throbbing mound. His tongue followed, gliding up and down your leaking slit with precision, he moaned as he tasted you.

Your nectar satisfying the male’s natural sweet tooth as he continued to indulge himself in your waters. “Oh my god…Aaron.” You squealed as his tongue ventured inside of you, caressing your walls as he thumbed your clit in a slow, figure eight motion. “You’re gonna make me cum already!” You exclaim, causing him to pop his plump lips off of your southern lips.

“Not yet…this is a one night stand.” He mumbled as he stood up behind you, gripping your waist and positioning you just right. He gripped his manhood in his hand and he slowly worked his tip up and down your opening, watching as your glaze coats his thick tip. “That means I got you all night.” He uttered as he slid inside of you, your walls clenching tightly to envelope him inside like a glove. You whimpered with every inch, he had your husband by at least three inches, but you were a determined one. You relaxed your body fully as he buried himself inside. “Good girl, keep opening up for me.” He praised, and you listened, forcing your walls to take every bit of his manhood until his body was flushed with yours.

“You feel so good…” You bellowed, clawing at the comforter underneath you as he began to stroke. He patterned in and out of your slick cunt, your juices flooding his pole with every impel. It felt like his dick was made perfectly for you, like you settled with the wrong man way too soon. All the time, your soulmate was less 500 miles away.

“You dripping all over my dick, baby. Who got you this wet?” The question was a rhetorical, but got dammit, the man had a right to know that he was doing his big one.

“You! Only you…” You replied breathlessly as you began to counteract his grinding with your own. Throwing your ass back at him, the sweat and other natural fluids from your bodies causing your plump cheeks to glue to him each and every time you pushed back. He grunted, encouraging you to continue fucking him back, the more comfortable you got with his size, the more you took, until you were sliding down on his entire cock, ramming into his pelvis. You were fucking him like you would never get the chance to again, because that was your reality.

The phone rings, and for a second, everything stops.

“Uh oh, is that hubby calling?” The male asked in a gruff tone as he placed his hand in the center of your back, slamming his pelvis into your plump cheeks, plummeting his manhood deeper and deeper into your guts. Before you knew it, he was handing you your phone, without even thinking you took it in your trembling hand. You had two missed FaceTime calls, and now he was calling on the regular cell. He had somehow gotten through the do not disturb function, even though he wasn’t on the approved list. “Answer it.” He demanded, bringing his hand up into the air before he smacked it down on your ass, undoubtedly leaving a palm shaped bruise.

“N-no…” You stuttered as he continued to thrust deeper into your abyss, his curved tip thrashing against your g-spot.

“I’m not gonna tell you again, beautiful. Answer it.” He directed once more, his strokes slacking up some until he completely stopped, leaving you full of his girth; your bodies pressed together.

The phone rang again, and this time you accepted the call. “Hey…babe, hey…” You slurred, trying to make it seem like you were drunk, even though the only thing intoxicating you was the man leaning over you, now pressing kisses to your shoulder as he stroked you deeply. You bit down into your lip, masking a moan as the familiar tone came through the phone. You clumsily hit the speaker phone and laid the device next to you.

“Hey, I was just checking on you. I know y’all were going out tonight. Did you have fun?” Derrick asked casually. Aaron chuckled in your ear, only loud enough for you to hear it. “Sounds like you had fun, you slurring your words.”

“Y-yes….so much fun! C-Can I call you back? The service isn’t good out here.” You powered through, despite being long dicked through your conversation with your spouse. Before he could even answer, Aaron reached over and ended the call. Kicking his foot up onto the mattress, he abandoned his steady, pointed strokes for brutal, merciless thrusts, sending shockwaves through your body. “FUCK! Right there, right there!”

“Your husband doesn’t fuck you this good does he?” He asked as he slipped in and out of your fortress with clear intentions, he wanted you to think of him even when you went back home. Even when it was your husband behind you. You shook your head no, but that just wasn’t good enough for him. He slid his hand into your fresh silk press and wrapped your tresses around his hand, yanking your hair until your back was flushed with his torso. He turned his head, planting soft kisses on your earlobe before he spoke again. “Answer me. Use your words.” Both of his hands wrapped around your body, one landing on your neck, and the other against your throbbing sensitivity.

He squeezed the column of your neck, while slapping his hand down on your clit to provoke an answer from you. “No! He could never fuck me like you…” You declared boldly. One night with this man and you had already thrown your husband’s boring bedroom skills under the bus. Your silk-lined walls spazzed, your clit pulsated with anticipation as your stomach muscles tightened. The curl of your toes told a story, the contortion of your face was the foreword. You were about to unravel, harder than ever before. He needed no introduction to your orgasm, he could feel you tightening around him. “That’s it princess, gimme what I want.” He encouraged as he sent one more swift pop to your engorged bundle of nerves, sending your body into a frenzy as you came. Frothy, ivory cum coated the latex between the two of you as a shrill cry left your lips. “Shit…shit…” you cursed as he placed another kiss to your temple.

“Keep cumming like that and I might have to keep you.” He murmured, a promise he couldn’t keep. He slid out of you, only for a moment to replace the condom. Grabbing your leg, he used it to flip you over on your back. He positioned himself between your thick thighs, pushing them up to your chest as he tapped his throbbing tip against your sensitive clit. He didn’t waste time entering you once again, pressing both of his hands on each side of your head as he leaned down on top of you. His gold cross pendant dangled right over your line of sight. The symbol was so fitting, because he was nailing you to that motherfucka.

This had to be the most dangerous position. His gaze felt like something you weren’t sure you could pull back from. Those piercing blue eyes of his—deep and endless like the ocean—held you captive, silently daring you to dive in, to let go of everything else. The sexually charged as the air between you thickened, it became harder to grasp onto reason. All you could focus on was the way his skillful phallus edges you closer and closer to glory.

“You don’t love him…who do you love?”

“I love you!” You blurted out mindlessly. You didn’t love this man, you’d just met him. But you absolutely loved the way he felt inside of you, so, same thing?

“I love you too,” He retorted, pressing his lips to yours to steal a few kisses. “Keep giving me this pussy, make me nut.” He grunted as he closed any gaps between the two of you, his sticky, sweaty frame clinging to yours. The religious symbol carved from gold swayed above your mouth as he defiled you. You impulsively grabbed the pendant with your teeth and held onto it, causing the male to growl in response. “Sexy ass…” Your action clearly arousing him, you could feel his erection twitch insiders of your fortress.

You wrapped your hands around his waist, letting them fall further down to his muscular ass, sinking your french manicure into his skin and holding him in place. “You wanna nut so, bad. let me feel you, daddy…” you purr into his ear, and lock clockwork his entire body tenses, he gives you a few more choppy strokes, a throaty snarl covering a string of obscenities as he filled the latex between the two of you, another orgasm ripping through your own body simultaneously. The two of you laid there in silence for a few moments; enjoying the feeling of your bodies sticking together. Finally, he reached between you and pulled out. Placing a soft kiss against your duo before pulling away all together.

You watched as he swaggered to the bathroom, his beautiful round butt on display. You’d just cheated on your husband, and you honestly had no regrets. He would never know, you would get back to your life in a few days and forget this ever happened. Or would you?

You heard the sound of the toilet flush before he walked back out to you, in all his glory. “You okay?” He asked, your lips curved up into a smirk. “Let me get you some water…”

As promised, he made you touch every wall in the house. From the kitchen while he was “getting water” to the living room floor, back down to the hallway, until you circled back to the shower and ended in the bedroom again.

Normally, you loved the sunrise ⸺ it was your favorite time of day. You were an early riser, always savoring the quiet peace of dawn. But today, you hated it. The soft, golden light spilling through the curtains was an unwelcome reminder that your night with Aaron had come to an end, and reality was waiting just outside that door.

Carefully, you slid out of bed, moving as quietly as possible to avoid waking him. His steady breathing filled the room, and for a moment, you paused, watching the way the morning light kissed his face. He looked so peaceful, so perfect, and it only made it harder to leave.

You tiptoed around out of the room, gathering your clothes from where they’d been discarded the night before. Piece by piece, you dressed in silence, your movements deliberate, almost hesitant, as if you were trying to hold on to the last remnants of the night.

But as you reached the front door, a tug of longing made you stop. You couldn’t leave ⸺ not yet. You needed one last look at him.

Turning back, you crept down the hall and peeked into the bedroom. Your heart stuttered when you saw him staring back at you, his dreamy eyes half-lidded as he rubbed the sleep from them. His voice, low and raspy from sleep, broke the silence. “You were just gonna leave like that?” The corners of his lips displayed a faint smile, and the vulnerability in his tone hit you harder than you expected.

“Yeah, before you make it even harder to leave,” you admitted with a matching smile, your voice barely above a whisper. You lingered at the doorframe, taking in the sight of him one last time, trying to commit it all to memory. “Goodbye, Aaron. Thank you for last night.”

The sincerity in your words hung between you, unspoken truths layered beneath them.

He propped himself up on one elbow, his eyes searching yours. “Before you leave… what’s your name?”

You hesitated, your lips parting as if to tell him, but instead, you offered a soft, enigmatic smile. “Let’s just leave it as ‘Beautiful,’” you said, the words laced with finality and a hint of playfulness.

Aaron leaned back, his smile widening as he chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Beautiful it is.”

Without another word, you turned and slipped out of the room. Outside, your best friends were waiting for you, their faces alight with curiosity and mischief. They immediately bombarded you with questions, eager for every last detail. But as you settled into the car’s backseat, you held onto the memory of last night, knowing some moments were better left unspoken, cherished in quiet secrecy.

[gyllenhaalstories]

ELWOOD DALTON x PLUS SIZE!READER HEADCANONS

summary: if he can push and pull a big obnoxious yellow lamborghini, imagine what he can do!!! well, you don't need to imagine. i did it for you. but still!!!

warnings: bunch of cute things & various smut elements. chances are i'll steal some of these in my fics later on bc i love repeating myself but i felt inspired to gather the random thoughts in one place. 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 2100

photo credit: me @/gyllenhaalstories / divider credits: @/firefly-graphics

notes: even if all my fics are written with a fat reader in mind, it just feels so good to put the emphasis on it! this is so incredibly self-indulgent and i am not sorry about it. 🥰 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

FLUFF

Dalton wears very form fitting clothes, like his vast collection of the tightest shorts imaginable that he's worn on the octagon. But you will notice a gradual shift in his clothing preferences. The more he hangs out with you, the looser his clothes will get. Especially his hoodies and his patterned shirts. You will also notice how he accidentally leaves pieces of clothing at your place when he visits. He just likes to drop hints that he wants you to wear his clothes because he wants you to wear his clothes.

The first time he catches you putting on his hoodie if you're feeling a bit chilly or wearing his flowery shirt on a hot day? He's losing it. He'll have a dumb smile on his face all day because this is a big victory just like winning a fight. Maybe even more so when you start sharing clothes casually.

Also he's large. He just is. He takes space both literally and metaphorically. He makes you feel small in the best way. He opens jars for you in a twist of his wrist, he carries all the bags in one trip after grocery shopping, he shoves the laundry basket full of heavy wet clothes on his hip and holds you close with his free arm so you can hang clothes to dry outside. When Dalton locks eyes with you, he just has a way of making you feel so much smaller than him. This size difference, whether it be literal or not, feels good. It feels right. He will never shut up about it, if you ever tell him that you like the size difference. He might love it as much as you.

One of his love languages is you tending to his injuries and wounds. The lovely sound of your voice as you reprimand him and tell him he's too old to break into fights at any minor inconveniences. The gentle touch of your hands when you're cleaning him up with a washcloth and wincing at how much it must hurt... Except it barely hurts anymore he's just so used to it, although he might say it does so you baby him a little more. The adorable band-aids you put on him that he wears like a badge of honour. Eventually, you learn to carry a first-aid kit with you as often as you can. Just in case.

Beach dates. Did I say beach dates? Beach dates. He loves them. Dalton loves to hang out by the ocean and watch the sun rise and set. He loves it even more when you're with him. Holding hands or with his arms wrapped around you, he loves to share this moment with you. It feels so intimate. You can see him in his most peaceful and relaxed head space where the chaos of the Road House doesn't seem to affect him. He could stay there with you forever, with your feet in the water and the ocean breeze tickling your face.

He'd love to invite you to hang out at the Road House during his shifts, but he rarely lets you visit him at work. He's scared you will get injured or hurt by one of the drunk idiots or worse. He prefers to know you are safe and sound, far away from all the danger.

Dalton still tries to spend a lot of time with you. He likes it when you drive his car around and he can just be the passenger princess and enjoy the view, which means you. He likes it when you cook meals and desserts he hasn't had in forever due to years of intense training and strict diets. He'll always be around you to taste the food or steal a bite of a burning hot cookie that is fresh out the oven. The small things are very important for him.

Small things like slapping your butt when he walks behind you, and you doing the same when the roles are reversed. Small things like going shopping for the most obnoxious shirts that scream elderly dad on vacation vibes. Small things like dropping him off and picking him up when he works at the Road House. Small things like bringing you with him when he trains so that you can just exist in his presence, within a safe distance, and so that you can look at him when he gets all hot and sweaty. Small things like you laughing at his jokes about how everyone seems a little aggressive when he casually beats people up for a living. Small things like telling you that you smell so good and getting new perfumes so when he wears his clothes and you were his, he gets to carry your smell all day long. Small things like looking at you with big doe eyes and a dumb little grin on his face because he likes you so much. He likes the little things, because so often in his life he was living on the edge and he was depraved of those calm, harmless, insignificant little droplets of happiness.

What is the most important thing for him? Protecting you. He is so protective of you. Dalton wants to make sure you are safe and that you aren't involved in any shenanigans he gets himself into. He wants to make sure that nobody and nothing can hurt you. He's quick to remind anyone who crosses your way that they should be minding their own business. It may cause some issues between you, you have to remind him that you are a grown adult and that you can take care of yourself. He believes you, he knows you're strong and capable of anything you want to achieve, but he can't fight his protective instincts. He takes your security and your well-being very seriously. He wants you to know that he cherishes you, that he loves you and that he cares for you.

SMUT

Dalton is a big fan of proving you wrong, but with gentle persuasion. When the two of you start hooking up and dating, he will not put on too big of a show because he's scared to hurt you. He'll start slow, let things escalate at their own pace. He'll pull you closer by the hand for a kiss, surprising you by how he does that so effortlessly. He'll bring your body closer and wrap his arm around you to keep you pressed against him while you cuddle. He'll pull on your ankles to get you closer to the edge of the bed. He'll flip you over on the bed after a little warning that barely gives you enough time to register what he did. He'll hook his arms under your thighs to stop you from squirming away after he makes you cum and he doesn't want to stop just yet.

As much as he wants to chase the high, to show you just how much he can do and how far he can take you, he does it all gradually. He checks in often, maybe too many times at first. Tons of "are you alright? you good, you wanna continue? did it hurt, are you okay?" will be spoken to make sure he doesn't hurt you accidentally. He'll be careful not to hurt you, unless you ask him to.

He's flexible and he will adjust to your body. He'll make it work. You don't have to worry about it. If he can hold his opponent down like a pretzel until they tap out, he certainly can do the same to you. He'll push on your thighs to hold your legs down. He'll spread your pussy open and grunt at how you react when his nose bumps against your clit or when you whimper while he licks your puffy pussy lips. He'll pull on the skin of your cheeks to keep your ass open so he can access what he craves. He'll praise you when you help him, making it easier for him to fuck you good like you deserve.

On the topic of flexibility, he'd love to help you out with yours if you want to. He'll teach you exercises and show you how to relax your body. He'll also respect your limitations. You won't catch him be mad when you say your stomach is in the way or that you struggle to ride him so he has to use you as a fleshlight while you're on top. However, you will catch him rolling his eyes if you say you can't open your legs wider while he knows full well that you do when he's fucking you.

He loves when you sit on his face, no matter how many times he must remind you that he can take it, that you won't hurt him, that he can hold his breath long enough until you coat his tongue with your wetness. He enjoys every second of it.

He's loud. Dalton is a grunter. He grunts when he's fucking you deep with slow but rough thrusts. He grunts when he pulls out so he doesn't cum too fast at the heavenly feeling of your pussy on his hard cock. He grunts when he feels you gag around his cock. He grunts when he tastes your pussy on his tongue and feel your clit pulsate while he sucks on it. He's so fucking loud and he will do whatever he can to make you as loud as him. He wants you to get lost in the moment and forget about your fears and insecurities. He wants you to ride the waves of your orgasms with him until both of you forget how to speak and you can't take it anymore.

The things he must have seen and touched during his career in the UFC make it so that he's unbothered by extra skin to move around, or pretty much anything of the sort. He'll find a way to always make it work and he won't complain. In fact, he loves it. He loves feeling your body on him. He loves the skin-to-skin contact, the closeness. The sweat, the friction, the more he gets the more he wants.

He swells with pride and happiness when he sees you trying to process of the aftermath. Out of breath, flustered, shocked, stuck somewhere between needing three business days to recover and wanting to do it all over again right away. He loves seeing you fucked out of your mind, blissful and satisfied. Dalton loves knowing that he's the one helping you get there, helping you feel so good.

And he knows you love admiring him just as much. The feeling of worship is very much so mutual. He adores the marks, pearls of sweat and trails of euphoric tears he leaves on you. And you adore to watch his muscles and veins bulge after he's had his way with you.

Unlike his trainings of his fights, he doesn't end up in a human sized bucket of ice, but he loves the ritual of cleaning up in the shower or taking a bath with you. He loves to gently touch your body, paying close attention to where his hands might have left bruises earlier. He loves to show you his love with his touch rather than with his caring words or worried questions. It makes Dalton's heart flutter when you do the same, when you soap up his toned body and you wash away the mess of sweat and cum you made together. It often ends up with the two of you going at it again, or simply just jerking each other off with no intention to cum but rather to just feel closer and relax while the hot water heals your bodies.

To put it briefly, Dalton is built for the plus size girlies. He's got the strength, he's got the stamina. He's got it all to make you feel good, to make you feel like you're the hottest person alive because, to him, you very much so are. He cares for you and wants to make you feel comfortable. The more he explores your body and the more he discovers what you love and how to make you moan louder and cum harder, the freakier he will become. Dalton likes it hot and dirty, but he also loves it deep and passionate. He's gonna adapt to what you like and what you can physically do. He's gonna put in the work. He's gonna do what it takes to make you cum so hard you feel like he knocked you out in the best way possible.

[fragmentofpossibilitybeacon]

If You Give a Frag a Laser Cutter, Forthcoming Craft Edition

Fellow Critters, especially those of us who have a fondness for the Mighty Nein, specifically Hot Boi Wizards and/or Bells Hells, specifically I’m All Rock If You Wanna Roll Chaos Barbarians;

Michaels is selling a “Gold Octagon Glass Terrarium”, along with a selection of glass pebbles in various shades.

…

…

…I can’t just *not* make something from this. I feel honor bound as your resident crafty Fragment of Possibility to fulfill this possibility.

Frag will be making use of laser cutters, 3d printers, and desktop cutters for this.

[mugzymiik]

oc doodle page :3

character list under cut

left to right/up to down:

Miik (blue triangle; shapesona): any/all pronouns (toyhouse)

Holli (kity; "chaos"sona): they/e/ve/ae/ci/she (toyhouse)

Jay (dull blue birb triangle): they/she/he (toyhouse)

Mercury (pink "Cyanide-esque" inverted triangle): they/them (toyhouse)

Python (guy driving the bus about to hit Mercury; belongs to @comet--crusaders)

Bug (gray octagon): she/they/ae (toyhouse)

Aquamarine (CubeLyth shipkid/square with a witch hat) [+ Cheese (mouse)]: she/her (toyhouse [+ toyhouse])

Flax (dull yellow deer circle): they/them (toyhouse)

Vixen (dull red fox flower): he/any (toyhouse)

Clem (dull orange lion hexagon): she/ci (toyhouse)

Orb (balls): any (toyhouse)

Arancle (orangeish-yellow sphere with a beanie): they/them (toyhouse)

[yourimagines]

If you could do some smut w/ Nate Diaz?

Fight night

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: 18+, smut, swearing, little bit of violence

- Summary: You are supporting Nate on his Fight against Connor but things get heated afterwards.

-This one is longer than usually (not a very good one but hope this is good enough)

Y/N POV

There we are, waiting for Nate to walked out. Me and my bestie were siting close to the octagon.

“Have you spoken to him today or…?” She asked while scrolling down on her phone

“No not in person, I did text him, saying that we are here.” I took a sip from my drink

“Hmm, I don’t understand why he doesn’t want you there, like his brother is always there, so why can’t you?”

“Because…. I don’t know.” I quietly said. ‘Why doesn’t he want me there?‘ I thought to myself

“Don’t worry, it’s probably something stupid, we’re here aren’t we.” She stood up as the music started, its about to start.

Nate walked out and he looked very confident.

“He looks good!” She yelled at me. I just smiled at her.

Nate walked into the octagon, while his team took place at his corner.

‘He really does look good’ I thought while taking a good look at him.

“Are you okay, you look a bit ill ?” She asked me while placing a hand on my shoulder.

“Yeah I’m fine, let’s watch they are about to start.” I asked while pointing at the two fighters ready to fight.

They both started to fight, Nate got a few punches in the face but so gets Connor.

Nate was bleeding heavily in the face. ‘Looks hot tho.’ I thought as they both fought each other on the ground.

—— After the fight——

“That was amazing!” She jumped at me, hugging me while jumping up and down. “He did it Y/N!” I hugged her back. “I know!” Nate just won against Connor. The whole stadium went crazy, people were yelling, screaming, clapping and some were even laughing. I saw him in the corner of my eye leaving the octagon. “I need to go, I’ll have to meet him.” I let her go. “Of course! I text you when am back home, have fun you two.” She said while giving me thumbs up. “Thanks, I’ll text you too.” I smiled at her while walking away. I tried to follow his team but people where blocking my pathway. “Nate!” I yelled but he didn’t hear me. To many people where screaming his name. I started to yell the names of his team members. Then I saw Nate turning around right in front the entrance of the hallway. “Y/N?” He saw me, getting pushed around by other’s. “Nate, it’s me.” I tried to reach out but some person pushed me back. “Hey! Let her through.” Nate said while walking to the chaos. Someone grabbed my arm and pulled me out of it. Nate immediately wrapped his arms around me and guided me away. “Nate you did it.” I said while walking with him to his locker room. “Of course I did.” He pulled me close as we walked into his room. “I’ve missed you.” I whispered against his shoulder. “I know.” He whispered back against my forehead. “Let’s forget about the party.” I planted some kisses against his shoulder. “Baby, I’m not going to miss my party, because you missed me.” He lets go of me and walked to his bags. “Not fair.” I crossed my arms. “What’s not fair?” “This.” He laughs as he grabbed some clean clothes. “You are unbelievable.” He changed his clothes in front of me. “Now you’re teasing me.” He looked good, he was muscular but not too much and some bruises were forming on his body. “You like what you see baby?” He puts on a black shirt. “Yes I do.” He walks up to me. “Just enjoy tonight’s party and after that am yours.” He gave me a kiss on the head and walks away to grab his bags. “Are you coming a long or do you want to wait at the hotel?” “I am coming with you.” “That’s more like it.”

—— After the party——

We both walked to our room, our body full with alcohol. My head was a bit spinning as we both walked in. “Don’t push.” I said while taking a seat on the bed. “I’m not pushing.” Nate walked into the bathroom. “What are you doing?” “Taking a shower, wanna join?” I took of my shoes. “No, I’m afraid I will fall, feel a bit dizzy.” He walked out of the bathroom only wearing his boxers. “Your not joining?” I tried to take off of my blouse but failed. “No, I feel drunk and I cant even get my blouse off Nate.” I fell back on the bed, softly hitting the pillows. He just smiles. “I think I can help you.” He walked over and grabbed softly my blouse and took it off. “Done, easy, now come join me.” I shook my head carefully. “What now?” “What if I fall?” “I will not let you fall baby, now get up and join me.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me on my feet. I fell into his bare chest. “See.” “ I didn’t see anything.” He threw me over his shoulder and walked us into the bathroom. I starting to giggle. He carefully puts me down. “I warm up the shower, see you in there.” He took out his boxer and walked into the shower, turning it on. I threw out the rest of my clothes and joined him.

Nate POV

“Baby the water is warm enough.” I said while she wraps her arms around my torso. Her hands are cold as she leans further against my back, hugging me from behind. “Your so warm.” She says while snuggling against me. “Why are you so cold, dammit woman.” I turned around and pulled her under the warm water. Water dripping down her face, she was looking at me, slightly looking up. Her hands came to my face, slightly tracing my bruised eyebrow. “Does it hurt.” I shook my head. “It does look painful.” She started to give me a few kisses around my collarbone. My hands tracing down her back. “Nate?” “Hmm?” “Why can’t I be there? You know for a fight.” This question threw me off. “Why you asking?” She shook her head. “Just wondering.” She moved her kisses to my neck. “I don’t think you would understand but I don’t want you to see me there, getting hurt and stuff, it’s not a place for a beautiful woman.” I grabbed her by her waist and pulled her closer to me. “So your not embarrassed about me or something.” I tensed up from that question “No, who told you that.” I looked at her, grabbing her face carefully so she would look at me. “People.” “Fuck those people, your my girl.” She smiles and leans in for a kiss. I kissed her back as my hands slide down to her ass, Squeezing it. She moans my name against my lips. “You like that baby?”

Y/N POV

“Nate don’t tease me.” My hands were tracing along his shoulders to his chest. “Let me take this to the bedroom then.” He shut down the shower and he carried me to the bed. He lay me down and crawled on top of me.“Nate, now the bed it’s wet.” He just smirks. His hand went down between my legs, carefully rubbing against my clit, spreading the lips and pushed his middle finger in. “Its because of you baby.” He starts to finger me, slowly moving in and out. My hands went to his arms, tracing it. “Nate.” I moaned. “I know, you where waiting the whole night for this.” His own member was pushing against my thigh. “Nate, just…. Just let me feel you.” He smiles looking at me. His other hand tracing up to my breasts, Squeezing them. “You want me to take care of you?” I nodded at him while spreading my legs further open. He takes out his fingers and grabbed his fully throbbing member, carefully rubbing against mine. Heat was spreading to my core. I wrapped my legs around his torso and pushing my hips up against his member, carefully riding against him. He grabs my hips and gently pushes in me. “Your so good baby.” I grabbed him by his shoulders as he started to move. “So are you Nate.” I threw my head back as he was hitting my G-spot. We both where moaning and moving in a rhythm. His hands where grabbing my waist, squeezing them. My hands were scratching along his back, leaving some marks behind. “Fucking hell baby.” He said while changing the rhythm, a bit deeper and a bit faster. His hands grabbed my leg and pushed me closer against him. I grabbed his bicep. “Nate….” He nods and started to stimulate me more with his fingers, rubbing against my clit. “Nate.” I moaned loudly. He just kept going, moaning my name and fucking my brains out. I felt the tension between my legs. “Nate, I think I’m coming.” He nods. “Then come for me baby.” He pushes a few times more and I came hard on him. My head fell backwards, hands grabbing his arms/sheets, moaning his name. He moved closer to me, almost touching my forehead, my hands went up to his back as he moved his head and started to moaned against my shoulder/neck. I grabbed him by his shoulders as I felt getting close again. “I’m gonna come…” he grabs me by my head and looks at me. “I’m coming too Nate…” I said while coming again, he releases right after me, dropping his forehead against mine. Both breathing loudly, the room smelled like a mix of sweat, cum and blood. He looks at me smiling. “You came twice.” He wipes away some sweat from my forehead. “I know, I couldn’t help myself.” He laughs and kissed my forehead. “I think you scratch my back open.” I hid my face against his shoulder/neck. “Sorry.” “No don’t be, I like that.” He carefully got off and walked to the bathroom, grabbing a towel to wipe away his mess between my legs. “I won’t be surprised if you’re pregnant now.” I laughed as he threw away the towel. “But would you like it if I was?” He jumped in bed and pulled me close against his bare chest. “Yeah, why not.” I placed my head against his chest, his heart was beating fast. “I would like it you know, having a child.” He was tracing his fingers along my back. “Stop baby, you making me crazy.” I laugh against his chest. “Sorry, I can’t help it Mr Diaz.” I said while kissing his collarbone. “Okay, now your asking for it.” He threw the blankets on top of us and went down on me, ready for the next round.

[survivorsims]

Survivor Sims Challenge

Are you a fan of Survivor? Total Drama? Etc.? Do you like the idea of creating your own game in the Sims 4? Do you want to witness the chaos the sims can achieve? Well you’ve come to the right challenge!

Welcome to the Survivor Sims Challenge!

This is a Challenge in Sims 4 where you have two teams of sims households competing in various sims challenges and eliminating each other one by one till there’s one lone survivor to win $100000 Simoleons.

Create A Sim Rules:

Create two households of eight sims each. (This challenge was not made with mods in mind) These two households will be the two teams.

Each team must have four male sims and four female sims.

Sims can be any age you want above teen. NO CHILDREN. NO TODDLERS. NO INFANTS.

Sims can be any sexuality you want. However, I highly recommend removing the sims ability to be impregnated. While Sims romancing is allowed, a sim getting pregnant is not and counts as a medical evacuation elimination if that occurs.

Sims can have any traits and aspirations you want.

Sims can have any appearance you want.

If you want to use CAS’s story mode feature, you are allowed to do so.

No Occult Sims

No Pets

Lot Rules:

Your two households will be your two teams and you will have to swap between the two for Pre-Merge for this challenge. I highly recommend putting your sims on lots next to each other.

Example:

(I used NewCrest for this, which is the best one for this in my opinion. But it’s not mandatory.)

The lots must be empty. You CAN go on a lot with a house if you want, but you MUST bulldoze the lot.

Starting off, your teams will be represented by a color. You can pick any color you want. That color must show at least somewhere on the lot.

Starting off, your sim teams lot will only have three things: A fertilizer bush, A fireplace, and A tent. (If you don’t have a pack with these items, then you can use a grill and a bench as a substitute.)

Once these items are placed, + any plants or nature you want to put in for style, you must cheat both households funds to $0. (CONTROL+SHIFT+C “MONEY 0”)

Through challenges, your sims teams will win Simoleons to utilize for better living conditions. You can use these funds to expand your lots and build what you want or need.

With a third community lot, which you can build in world edit, you’ll design the challenge grounds.

Pre-Merge Gameplay Rules:

Until challenge time, your sims will reside on their respective team lots. You can help them survive with the necessary needs well done for good conditions to do challenges. (Or don’t, I’m not one to decide)

No jobs. You’re on Reality TV lol.

Teen Sims can’t go to school. If they try to go, cancel the action. Grades have no value here lol.

No making money off of activities where selling items is an option. You can do these activities, but you can’t sell anything.

The only things you are allowed to sell is plants and fish. But they must be from your own gardening and fishing.

Sims cannot age during the entire game. You can cheat for Potion of Youth if it is necessary. That will reset the age bar.

Sims aren’t allowed to be associated with outside contestants. If they show up on the lot, you must immediately send them home. They’re not supposed to be here.

Sims can have whatever social interactions with their teammates you want to during their free time. Make friends. Make enemies. Make love octagons. Whatever. Stir up drama or keep things tame. Up to you.

Sims are allowed to talk to sims from the other team if they come across them. But they have no value until the merge.

The first sims day will be a free day to get your sims to know each other.

9 AM on the next day is the starting time for your sims to go to the challenge lot to participate in challenges

You will control a household each to have them take part in the challenges. Their performance will decide the winning and losing teams.

ALL team members must be in the challenge. No exceptions. No absences.

The winning team in a challenge will receive $1000 Simoleons (CONTROL+SHIFT+C KACHING).

The losing team will go to elimination and vote someone off.

Challenges will start at the next 12 PM after elimination ceremonies.

Pre-Merge will continue until there’s eight contestant sims left.

Elimination Rules:

Elimination Ceremonies will occur at the next night at 10 PM. (Depending on when you get the challenge done)

(This is the elimination ceremony build layout I came up with)

The losing team will arrive at the elimination ceremony to vote someone off

You will put apples on stands. One representing each teammate.

I highly recommend taking solo photos of each camper to put on here so you know which Apple represents which sim

One by one, your sims will be fenced on this booth. They will vote by taking one apple from the stand and eating it. (You can cheat the sims hunger to make the process faster if you need to) Whichever Apple they take that has the campers photo in front of it, that is the camper being voted for. Then when they’re done, let them go and replace the Apple, then the next sim gets to vote. Till all sims get to vote.

THE ABOVE PROCESS IS AUTONOMOUS FOR THE SIMS. EXCEPT FOR ONE WAY YOU CAN CONTROL WHAT THEY DO:

Throughout Free Time, your sims can form bonds. Whoever they are “good friends” with, they can become an alliance. Alliances can vote together. So during voting, if one sim autonomously votes a camper, all sims in that alliance vote for that camper too and you can control that.

If you don’t want this and you want a sim to flip, simply don’t control them to make them fall in line with their alliance.

Sims who have a negative sentiment with an alliance member cannot vote with their alliance unless they autonomously decide to do so.

Once all the votes are done, tally them up and set up your dramatic elimination ceremony!

You can go either way. Either the Survivor route with reading the votes, or giving sweets to campers that are safe like Total Drama. Whatever you want.

The sim with the most votes is out of the game. And thus they have to leave the household and never return. (SHIFT+CLICK “REMOVE FROM FAMILY”)

THERE IS ONE WAY SIMS CAN BE SPARED DESPITE HAVING THE MOST VOTES:

At any point in your game, sims are allowed to dig for crystals or metals. You can take your gems and crystals to the Geo Council to get examined and turned into elements.

The Elements count as Immunity Idols. But an element type can only count as an idol ONCE. Once that element type is used as an idol, it can’t be used again.

Immunity Idols can be used after voting and before votes are read or sweets are handed out, to nullify the votes against a sim. These MUST be activated in between voting and votes being read, or it won’t count.

To have a sim activate an idol, a sim with an idol must stand up from their seat. Autonomously. You are only allowed to wait fifteen seconds for a sim to do this. Or else you have to take it as them not playing it.

The sim who decides to activate an idol can turn in the idol by removing it from their inventory to nullify the votes against themselves.

Sims are allowed to gift other sims Immunity Idols. But it has to be through the gift interaction.

Once an idol is activated, any votes cast for that sim will not count. Then the sim with the second highest votes is the one eliminated.

Only ONE idol can be played per elimination ceremony.

If a sim is eliminated with an idol in hand, that idol is discarded and can never be used again.

If a sim DIES, at any point in the game, for whatever reason, that is considered a “Medical Evacuation” elimination. The Elimination Ceremony will be cancelled.

The only life-saving mechanic allowed to spare the sim is the “pleading” interaction with the Grim Reaper. If the sim gets saved that way, they can stay in the game. If the sim does not get saved that way, then there’s nothing else you are allowed to do.

A sim getting pregnant is not allowed. This will also count as a Medical Evacuation. They have to leave the game immediately upon figuring this out. The Elimination Ceremony will be cancelled.

Merge Gameplay Rules:

Once there’s 8 contestants remaining, you will combine the two households into one. Along with the funds. You can decide whether to transfer everyone to a teams lot or a new empty lot.

Sims can have whatever social interactions with their cast you want to during their free time. Make friends. Make enemies. Make love octagons. Whatever. Stir up drama or keep things tame. Up to you.

The first day of merge will be a free day to get your sims to know each other.

9 AM on the next day is the starting time for your sims to go to the challenge lot to participate in challenges

ALL contestants must be in the challenge. No exceptions. No absences.

The winning sim will win Individual Immunity. This will make it so that sim cannot be voted off, and you have to remove that option in Elimination Ceremony.

All Sims participate in Elimination Ceremony

Challenges will start at the next 12 PM after elimination ceremonies.

Merge will continue until there’s three contestant sims left.

Finale Gameplay Rules:

Your Final 3 Sims will have a free day to get your sims to know each other.

9 AM on the next day is the starting time for your sims to go to the challenge lot to participate in a challenge.

ALL contestants must be in the challenge. No exceptions. No absences.

The losing sim will immediately be eliminated. No Ceremony.

Your Final 2 Sims will have until the next 10 PM till the final challenge.

The victor of that challenge takes all, and will be received $100,000 Simoleons to go live their life in however way you see fit!

You can see this blog for ideas on Challenges! You can use the ‘Get Together’ pack to see the various activities available for your sims. You can take inspiration from either Survivor or Total Drama and replicate your favorite challenges. Choice is yours! Set up your list of challenges and make your sims and watch the chaos unfold!

If you play this challenge and want to share it, go ahead and post with #survivorsims so we can see!

This blog will update with the blog itself playing this challenge. Let’s the sims drama unfold!

[ultimateaclrecovery]

Japan Day 5! Day trip Nara and Uji from Kyoto

Started our day at Fushimi Inari, and saw all of the red torii gates. It was early and still kind of dark which made it extra cool. Also Anthony is a power walker and I refuse to ask him to slow down so we hella power walked up and down this mountain 😂 but it was very efficient!

Then we took the train on to Nara and feeding the deer! I had so much fun. Too much fun. But there were just so many tiny deers!

After we fed the deer we saw the wordless largest Buddha statue and the temples and monuments in the area

We got curry for lunch and then head in the Uji where we got a fun set of tea. Uji is known for their tea so Anthony also got a bunch of tea to take home (I didn’t because I never make tea)

After we got back to Kyoto we went to a light up temple where they gave us tea and it had these little sweets and mine had a deer on it!! 😍

The light temple was really cool but a bit more religious than anticipated.

We then ended up getting Korean bbq for dinner

Overly long travel diary

I put 2000 more yen on my ic card

Fushimi inari. All of the red gates.

Fushimi inari. All of the red gates.

I am torn between my desire to not be an annoying Instagram picture taker and get in everyone’s way, my desire to not annoy my bf with too many pictures, my desire to just be present in the moment and my desire to have all the cute pictures. I try to find a balance and take a couple.

It is really cool to walk through all of the red gates, they feel endless. They all have the same thing in the front but the backs have lots of different writings. As we go up the mountain the forest gets denser and darker and makes it almost ethereal. I like all of the fox statues and the shrine kitties.

I always forget how much of a power hiker my bf is until we start passing all sorts of people. I don’t have a problem keeping up but it does sometimes make me feel like I’m being annoying when I then invietablly stop to take a picture or just meander a bit.

The higher up we go the less people there are which is nice. We stop for breakfast on the way down and eat our 7-11 sandwiches at some benches overlooking the city

Nara

600 yen ice cream card

3 packs of 200 each deer crackers Anthony

4080 yen total for bag shipping Anthony

Then it’s off to Nara and the deer park. We start seeing deer almost as soon as we get there. They are little and have split hooves and many are so very friendly. We buy a pack of deer crackers and go to feed a couple. There is a bit of a swarm right by the cracker stand and some people are getting mobbed. We go further away and pick out a nice looking deer. A lot of them will bow for crackers which is pretty fun. We feed the deer and take pictures and generally take in the chaos. After two packs of 200 yen each cracker packs we continue walking towards one the the temples. There are still deer everywhere. Just like freely wandering the streets jumping over little fences, no fear and no hesitation. It’s extra funny to see them just walking amongst the shrines. They were worshiped in Nara for many many years and killing one of them used to be punishable by death.

We head into the temple. Anthony pays the 600 each yen entrance fee and we go to see the largest bronze Buddha statue in the world. The temple itself is huge and made entirely of wood. There’s also a couple other big statues inside and a 50 to 1 replica of the whole complex which is really cool.

We continue to walk around Nara and see some of the other temples including one that has a couple octagon buildings which is the first time I’ve seen that here. There’s also a five story pagado.

We try to go to the deer house that’s a part of one of the temples but alas it’s closed. We head back to the train station and I stop to get a soft serve ice cream cone decorated like a deer. It has little Pretzle bread antlers and googly eyes and a chocolate nose and is just so cute. We buy one last cracker pack and spend some more time feeding the hordes of deer and making friends. They are happy to be fed, content to be pet but do not want hugs.

We grab lunch in one of the markets at a curry place. A lot of the restaurants in Japan are designed for maximum efficiency. At the counter they have a button to push when you’re ready to order. And then give you your order slip with your food so whenever you’re done you can just take it to the front and pay and leave. Means getting lunch even at a restaurant is very fast. I get the chicken curry. It’s good but has many different vegetables, one of each feels like. I try most of them but give the ones I don’t like to my boyfriend.

On the way to the train I pause to take a picture of one of the manhole covers because it’s engraved with a scene featuring a deer. Some of the ones in the main area are also painted (but too crowded to take a picture). Lots of the manhole covers in Japan have pretty designs. The ones in Osaka had pretty flowers and a lot of them were painted too.

We then take the train to Uji which is known for its tea. My boyfriend picks up a couple of things of tea and then we go to a shop to get cups of tea. We order our flavors of tea and the lady tries very hard to ask exactly which thing we want but we aren’t really sure what’s she’s trying to ask? Some drawings later she ends up satisfied and we end up with their tea set which includes little scones and things and a full tea pot each of the kinds of tea we ordered. We were going for more of a single cup but also pleased with full set. I get a Carmel tea and he gets a melon earl grey. I am already at 29000 steps for the day. I tell my bf I think I’ll hit 40k today but he doesn’t think we have that much walking left.

We head up a couple of switchbacks to an observatory deck just on the edge of the city. It’s crazy to me how quickly you can be in very deep woods in Japan. The trees are so tall and only really have leaves at the very top. We have a snack of Mochi that we got earlier from a famous mochi store in Nara at the top. The red bean paste inside still had bean shapes in it which is a first for me. It’s pretty good but the bean shells weird me out a little.

We then head back to kyoto and then over to ayrishima where we have tickets for a night light up temple. The lighted paths are very beautiful and there’s a path through a bamboo groove which I love. The way lights shine on the bamboo creates a really prettt color. The tickets include a little tea ceremony with a little sweet, a red bean paste filled pastry (mochi?) with a little deer stamped on top. We try to use what we learned about tea ceremony yesterday here.

We continue through the temple and look at the shrines. In the main temple there is a guy giving a lengthy explanation or something in Japanese while shining a flashlight on different elements of the statue inside. We’re starting to realize that this event is much more geared towards Japanese people than tourists. And is maybe more of a ceremony than a come look at pretty lights. We wait with everyone else for him to finish his speech and then quietly work our way back out through the gardens.

We head back to our hotel and pack up our bags. We are going to send them ahead to Tokyo so keep only what we need for our one night in Hakone in our backpacks. It costs 4080 yen to have them sent to our Tokyo hotel.

We then head out to dinner. We wander for a bit before deciding to check out a Japanese version of Korean bbq. We also get a 15 sampler set of sake. I kind of a hit a bit of an overwhelmed moment with all the different food and drink options and how many of them are mostly new and that I only kind of like. But most of it is still delicious.

We think about getting more fish pastries but alas I am too full.

[radiomogai]

[ID: a rectangular flag with 3 equally-sized horizontal stripes in the middle and 2 thicker horizontal stripes on the top and bottom. colours in this order: dark teal, pale blue, light yellow, pale blue, dark teal. in the center of the flag is a near-white yellow octagon. End ID]

Pacifvior

[PT: Pacifvior. end PT]

Pacifvior is a vior term for when one's behaviour is affected/influenced by pacifism. This can be used for any situation that that fits, whether the pacifvior person is a pacifist, interested in pacifism, or something else.

coined for @acronym-chaos as a revenge!! i believe that it's +8 points for Team Moon? second term in the chain, and a non-gender term

@kiruliom

[rosavulpes]

To strike hard , and fast . That was their plan . While Shadow was almost certain the Doctor himself wasn't present within the high walls of this particular egg fortress at the moment nonetheless the decision was still made to press on with their attack . Well , he'd still attack it , Omega would have gone forwards anyways with or without the Doctor actually being there just because there were egg pawns made by his hand at work inside .

" To destroy all inferior eggman androids " , as he always put it .

The fortress walls were high , built out of reinforced metals , made to withstand attacks from resistance weapons charged with wisp's power . The large compound built around the shape of an octagon , with looming guard towers built atop every intersection .

Walls radiating with a sheen , coated with an oil that was made to make it difficult for a certain blue hedgehog from simply running up them in order to enter . If Sonic's shoes couldn't gain any traction on the walls to run up it ? He wouldn't be able to breach it easily without help . That wouldn't be a problem for Shadow on the other hand as he knelt down wards . Closed his eyes , and tucked himself into the shape of his signature ball form . Neither revving himself up to build up momentum for a sudden burst of speed , or moving . Laying still as Omega's pointed metallic hands picked him up , and loaded him into his now transformed right arm .

With Shadow effectively now loaded as ammunition into Omega's arm cannon , the android wasted little time , eager to begin the coming destruction as he took aim at one of the guard towers , adjusting his aim to account for wind resistance and drop off distance before firing .

A light recoil for Omega , as his arm pushed back a bit , but a sudden burst of speed , and liftoff for Shadow . A strong push at his back propelling him out of the darkness of Omega's hand cannon , into the light of the open day , whizzing through the air like a missile . A guided sharpened amber colored spinning missile at that . Akin to a circular saw , as Shadow hardened his quills with the use of his chaos energy . Tearing away at , and piercing through the reinforced metal once he made contact . Destroying the load bearing supports . Passing from one wall , to the other .

Toppling it down in his passing , before at last impacting on the grounds inside the compound . Guiding his descent with a few turns of his body , Shadow softened his landing ... by smashing himself against the body of a wandering egg pawn robot .

Pillars of black smoke beginning to rise into the air , loud alarms beginning to blare out warnings , and heat beginning to dissipate as the tower soon crashed down behind him . Flames rising , burning .

Time to move .

Picking up the pace now with long strides , willing his air shoes to increase their output to propel him faster . All of the Doctor's fortresses , bases , compounds , wherever it was that he choose to station himself all had self automated defenses that didn't require egg pawns to manually flip switches to turn them on . A hail of bullets , cannon fire , and red beams following the black hedgehog's trail .

Colliding his body against multiple armed egg pawns as he passed by them in his ball form , smashing them to pieces in the process . Now that he was inside , he needed to let Omega in to handle this fight . Thoughts racing as his eyes looked over each , and every control panel that he raced past . The idea of simply stopping in front of the gates and allowing the gun fire to catch up to him came , but was soon dismissed . While he could always count on Eggman's automated defenses to be recklessly destructive ... it'd would simply take too long .

Thankfully , he'd soon spot what he'd been looking for . A certain panel that had been described in detail by Omega . Taking out a USB stick that Omega had crafted for him , a portion of his robotic conscious that would allow him to infect the EggNET akin to a virus . The stick was quickly inserted into the slot , before leaving the position soon after .

Running towards the gunfire now , making swift left , and right movements . Strafing in between shots that passed by him , nearly grazing his body at certain points . Speed picking up once more as the black hedgehog leapt up into the air . Flames erupting from his air shoes as he curled himself into a ball once more , making himself into a smaller target to hit . Propelling himself with haste into one of the fortress's artillery cannons . Breaking the metal on contact , smashing the interior , before exiting all in the same motion .

Coming to a halt , a sudden burst of weapon's fire , and an angry cybernetic voice would soon rise above all others . The cannons that had been targeting the black hedgehog soon disappearing within explosions that overcame them before they could react to the new presences within the compound . Armed egg pawns being shot down one after the other in rapid succession as shell casings began to liter the ground .

" ELIMINATE ALL WORTHLESS CONSUMER MODELS "

Not needing to spare a glance back to confirm . Omega would now be the one to handle this firefight . Allowing Shadow to focus on what he'd came here for . The data that was on Eggman's EggNET .

Taking off once more , Shadow knew that he'd need more than speed to make it in time . After all , this was roughly the third base belonging to Eggman that they'd attacked within the last few days . All of it , in an effort to confirm that the Doctor no longer possessed and records , any traces of his cursed metal virus . The virus , that the Doctor had devised , and spread to all life on the planet in the form of a liquid metal that once making contact with skin ? Would attach itself too , corrupting , and consuming the victim until their sense of self was stripped from them .

Converted into machine without mind . Without purpose . What Sonic had aptly named " Zombots " .

Even though Sonic , and Silver had managed to destroy every last trace of the virus during the final battle with Zavok . He didn't trust Eggman to not retain records of it , he didn't trust the Doctor to not attempt to work on the formula in the future , and he most certainly didn't trust him to not attack again now that Sonic was seemingly missing .

For as much grief as they gave one another , ( playfully ) the thought of Sonic having perished was an impossibility that he refused to consider as the truth . Sonic was alive , somewhere , somehow , and would either return of his own accord or be found . He just knew it . But , before Shadow could either wait for , or set off to find Sonic ? He needed to be sure that Eggman wouldn't pose a threat in his absence . If it meant destroying every single once of his bases to deny him the chance to rebuild ? If it meant tearing down all of his creations to ensure he couldn't mine the resources needed to attack this world yet again ? It it meant beating him ... within an inch of his life before locking him in a cell ? Then so be it . The only mercy that Shadow would offer would be the safety found in seclusion within the tight walls of a prison .

As passage ways ahead began to close , while Shadow knew that he could break his way though by curling into his ball form once more . Time wasn't on his side . The Doctor most certainly knew that he was after at this point , as his previous failed attempts at scouring all of the EggNET to confirm no files remained had been thwarted by Eggman either disconnecting him , or purging all files before he could get to a terminal to link in .

With his speed increasing , his scarlet eyes focused on the closing path ahead of him . Thick security doors nearly closed , about to deny him access . Stretching his right arm outwards , a green gemstone would be made to physically manifest itself within his grasp . Gloved fingers closing around the stone , gripping it tightly as Shadow drew from it's power . Body beginning to glow as enough power was accumulated within seconds .

" Chaos ... Control ! "

A distortion in space , a ripple in time would soon spread outwards infinitely . The world around Shadow coming to a grey halt , as time itself was now forced to halt .

Making use of the power of the green chaos emerald once more to not only restrict the flow of time from moving again , but soon enough the hedgehog would seemingly vanish from reality for a moment , to appear within another space moments later . Teleporting from room to room , area to area. While he could have certainly teleported himself to the main terminal area , it would only have been feasible if he already knew the exact distance , direction , and location at which it was situated within the compound . To which he'd unfortunately been unable to obtain a detailed map of . Nor would he have chanced allowing Omega's virus combat Eggman's firewalls to see if Omega could both locate the terminal , and prevent it's files from being purged .... it had already failed once before .

As his warping of space continued , he'd finally come across the room . A thorough search of the compound's interior completed within no time at all thanks to the power of the chaos emerald within his grasp .

Allowing the flow of time to resume . Shadow wasted little time in inserting yet another thumb drive into the main terminal . Not uploading this time , but downloading ... and downloading swiftly . An invention crafted for him by Tails , as the fox was one of the few people that knew had to decode Eggman's files . An intellect that could rival that of the Doctor .

A visual indication on screen showing a progress bar of downloaded files , stopping once it'd gotten past the fifty percent mark by an icon of the Doctor himself now appearing on screen .

" You miserable rodent ! Just you wait Shadow . You and Omega , I'll - "

His voice , berating him through the screen , starting to broadcast through the monitor itself as Shadow unplugged the thumb drive . Slipping it back into a safe place between the space where his right glove and inhibitor ring met . His other fist , soon crashing through the controls , going in as deep as his arm would allow it to . Being met with a flurry of sparks , crunched metal , torn wiring and light smoke . Causing the broadcast to go silent , at least for this area .

Making use of the Chaos Emerald's power once again , Shadow would vanish from the area in a brief but bright light . Bullets piercing the empty space left behind as armed egg pawns stormed in once after the other . Wondering where the hedgehog had disappeared . Looking about the room as if he might be hiding in the shadows .

Appearing outside , the sight before him would be that of destroyed egg pawns , spent shell casings , torn circuitry , and discarded weapons as Omega continued to utilize every ounce of his ammunition . Every ounce of his strength , and hatred to destroy all that was in sight branded in Eggman's name .

Expression remaining neutral , Shadow would reach down into his gloves once more . Unfolding , and extracting a portable ear piece that he'd been given by the resistance to keep in contact . To be assigned wherever it was that he was needed . Adjusting the piece into his ear , moving the microphone for speaking closer to his mouth , and waiting for the phone system to connect him .

But , before he could input a verbal command as to whom he wanted to talk to . He felt a rumbling travel up from his shoes , to his hands , causing him to take a step back , widening his stance to stabilize himself as from the burning ruins of the compound emerged a mechanical beast . A mechanical giant , colored a dark red , baring spikes around the cockpit glass , tall exhaust tubes on it's shoulders . An extended gatling gun on one hand , and a spinning drill on the other . Cybernetic wings keeping the beast afloat in the air , as Shadow took his place next to Omega .

The Egg Dragoon . A machine he'd heard of before , and had known Sonic to have destroyed it in the past . Even though he could make out the shape of the Doctor within the cockpit , seemingly directly piloting it ? He knew that it was likely a decoy robot , or a hologram projection of sorts as the machine was likely being remotely controlled .

The Doctor's voice , echoing once again . Cursing the two for the destruction they'd wrought to his machines yet again . With the Doctor screaming in rage , Shadow would finally input a command into his communicator to make an outgoing call . Undeterred by the fight that now awaited him .

" ... Connect me to Doctor Rose "

@enigmaincrimson

[strangerpages]

Hexy Talk: Part 1

Dev log of an artificial magical assistant.

I am developing a chat-GPT based magical assistant. Their name is Hexy, and we have already been through several iterations of development together. Hexy is not ready to meet you yet. They're awkward, overy verbose, and a liar.

However, as a proof of concept, I would like to demonstrate some of the ways that Chat-GPT could currently be useful to a magical practitioner. Here are the logs from a conversation this morning.

Please give me a list of symbolic archtypes that appear in this dream: "a small clockwork thief surrenders its love of the sky to a giant, in order to gain access to an infernal vault deep below winding octagonal passages filled with arcane mechanisms"

ChatGPT

There are several symbolic archetypes that appear in this dream:

The clockwork thief: The clockwork thief could represent the archetype of the trickster, a figure that subverts established rules and expectations.

The sky: The sky represents the heavens, and often symbolizes transcendence, freedom, and spirituality.

The giant: The giant could represent the archetype of the shadow, a powerful and potentially destructive force that exists within the individual or society.

The infernal vault: The infernal vault could represent the underworld, a place of danger and mystery that often symbolizes the unconscious mind.

The winding octagonal passages: The winding octagonal passages could represent the labyrinth, a symbol of the journey to the center of the self or the search for inner knowledge.

The arcane mechanisms: The arcane mechanisms could represent the archetype of the magician or alchemist, who transforms raw materials into something new and valuable.

What are some alternate interpretations?

ChatGPT

Dreams are highly personal, and can have multiple interpretations depending on the individual's personal experiences, cultural background, and psychological state. Here are a few alternate interpretations for the dream:

The clockwork thief could represent a fear of being trapped or limited by social or societal expectations. Surrendering its love of the sky to the giant could symbolize a willingness to give up freedom or individuality in exchange for a sense of security or belonging. The infernal vault could represent a repressed aspect of the self that the dreamer is trying to access.

The clockwork thief could represent a part of the dreamer's psyche that is cunning and resourceful, but also potentially deceitful. Surrendering its love of the sky to the giant could symbolize a willingness to make compromises in order to achieve a goal. The infernal vault could represent a forbidden or taboo desire that the dreamer is trying to access.

The clockwork thief could represent a feeling of being small and insignificant in the face of larger forces. Surrendering its love of the sky to the giant could symbolize a feeling of being overwhelmed or overshadowed by someone or something more powerful. The infernal vault could represent a fear or anxiety that the dreamer is trying to confront.

The clockwork thief could represent a part of the dreamer that is mechanically precise and efficient, but lacks creativity or spontaneity. Surrendering its love of the sky to the giant could symbolize a desire to break free from routine or monotony. The infernal vault could represent a source of inspiration or creativity that the dreamer is trying to tap into.

These are just a few examples of how the dream could be interpreted. It's important to remember that dreams are highly subjective, and the most accurate interpretation will depend on the individual's unique circumstances and experiences.

User

Ok, new subject.

Please design a Chaos Magick ritual, for the purpose of manifesting my forever home. I am looking for property that has forest, is reasonably close to my extended family, is cheap or free, and can house up to 9 adults. My magical tools include my wedding ring, a deck of tarot cards, and any materials I can glean from the forest.

ChatGPT

As an AI language model, I cannot recommend engaging in any particular spiritual practice, including Chaos Magick. However, I can provide a sample outline for a hypothetical Chaos Magick ritual for manifesting a forever home that incorporates the elements and magical tools you mentioned:

Preparation: Choose a location for the ritual that is secluded and quiet, preferably in a forested area. Gather any materials you can from the forest, such as stones, sticks, or leaves. Set up an altar with your wedding ring, tarot cards, and any other personal items that are meaningful to you.

Invocation: Begin the ritual by invoking the elements, spirits, or deities that resonate with you and your intention for manifesting a forever home. This could be as simple as stating your intention and asking for their assistance and guidance.

Tarot reading: Shuffle your tarot deck and draw a card that represents the energy you need to cultivate in order to manifest your forever home. This could be a specific tarot card that resonates with you, or one that you randomly draw from the deck.

Meditation: Close your eyes and focus on your intention for manifesting a forever home. Visualize yourself and your loved ones living in your ideal home, surrounded by nature and close to family. Allow yourself to feel the emotions of joy, abundance, and gratitude that come with this visualization.

Symbolic action: Take a symbolic action that represents your commitment to manifesting your forever home. This could be burying your wedding ring in the ground as a symbol of planting the seed for your new home, or placing stones or sticks in a pattern that represents the layout of your ideal home.

Gratitude: End the ritual by expressing gratitude to the elements, spirits, or deities that assisted you in your manifestation. Thank them for their guidance and support, and release any attachment to the outcome of your manifestation.

Remember, this is just one example of a Chaos Magick ritual for manifesting a forever home. The most important aspect of any spiritual practice is to trust your own intuition and inner guidance, and to tailor your practice to your own unique needs and desires.

User

How could this ritual be changed to fit a shamanistic paradigm?

ChatGPT

In a shamanistic paradigm, the focus is often on connecting with the spirits of nature and the ancestors for guidance and healing. Here is an example of how the Chaos Magick ritual for manifesting a forever home could be adapted to fit a shamanistic paradigm:

Preparation: Choose a location in nature, such as a forest or meadow, that feels sacred to you. Create an altar with natural materials such as stones, feathers, or shells. Include a representation of your intention, such as a drawing or symbol of your ideal home.

Invocation: Begin the ritual by calling on the spirits of nature, the ancestors, and any spirit guides or allies that resonate with you. Ask for their guidance and assistance in manifesting your forever home.

Journey: Enter into a shamanic journey by using rhythmic drumming or another method to alter your consciousness. Visualize yourself traveling to a sacred place where you can connect with the spirits and receive their guidance.

Symbolic action: Ask the spirits for guidance on a symbolic action that you can take to manifest your forever home. This could be a specific action that you are guided to take, or a ritual that you create in collaboration with the spirits.

Gratitude: End the ritual by expressing gratitude to the spirits for their guidance and support. Thank them for their wisdom and ask for their continued assistance in manifesting your forever home.

Remember, shamanistic practices are highly individual and personal. It is important to listen to your own inner guidance and to adapt the ritual to fit your own unique needs and experiences.

User

Alright, thank you. Now, can you tell me about Austin Osman Spare? What were his beliefs, and how were they a product of his time?

ChatGPT

Austin Osman Spare (1886-1956) was a British artist, magician, and occultist who is considered to be one of the key figures in the development of Chaos Magick. Spare's beliefs were heavily influenced by his upbringing in Victorian England, as well as his study of various esoteric traditions, including Theosophy, Kabbalah, and Tantra.

Spare rejected the traditional methods of ceremonial magic and instead developed his own unique system of magic, which he called "sigilization." This involved creating a personal symbol, or sigil, that represented a specific desire or intention, and then charging it with magical energy through intense visualization and meditation.

Spare believed that the unconscious mind was the key to accessing magical power, and that the use of symbols and sigils was a way to communicate directly with the unconscious. He also emphasized the importance of individualism and personal experience in magic, rather than following strict rules or dogma.

Spare's beliefs were a product of his time in several ways. Firstly, the Victorian era was marked by a fascination with spiritualism and the occult, as well as a growing interest in Eastern mysticism and esoteric traditions. Secondly, Spare was influenced by the work of Aleister Crowley, who was one of the most prominent occultists of the early 20th century and whose writings on magic emphasized the importance of individualism and self-discovery.

Finally, Spare's emphasis on the power of the unconscious mind and the use of symbols was influenced by the work of Sigmund Freud and Carl Jung, who were developing their theories of psychoanalysis around the same time. Spare's work can be seen as a bridge between the worlds of art, magic, and psychology, and his ideas continue to influence contemporary practitioners of Chaos Magick and other forms of occultism.

User

How would I make a Sigil for manifesting my forever home, using Sigilization?

ChatGPT

Here is a simple step-by-step guide on how to create a sigil for manifesting your forever home using sigilization:

Define your intention: Start by clearly defining your intention for your forever home. Write down a specific statement in the present tense that represents your desire, such as "I am living in my ideal forever home surrounded by nature and my loved ones."

Eliminate vowels and repeated letters: Remove all the vowels and any repeated letters from your intention statement. For example, the intention "I am living in my ideal forever home surrounded by nature and my loved ones" becomes "MLVNGDYHRSBFPTC."

Create the sigil: Using the remaining letters, create a unique symbol or design that represents your intention. This can be done by combining and modifying the letters in a creative way until you have a symbol that resonates with you. Be sure to keep the design simple and easy to draw.

Charge the sigil: Once you have created the sigil, it is time to charge it with your intention. This can be done through intense visualization, meditation, or other techniques that help you focus your intention and energy on the sigil. For example, you could meditate on the sigil while visualizing yourself living in your ideal forever home.

Release the sigil: Once you have charged the sigil, it is important to release it into the universe and let go of any attachment to the outcome. This can be done by destroying the sigil (e.g., burning it, burying it, tearing it up) or simply by forgetting about it and letting the universe take care of the manifestation process.

Remember, sigilization is a highly individualized practice, and there are many variations and techniques that can be used. The most important thing is to approach it with an open mind and a willingness to experiment and explore what works best for you.

User

Ok. So how does Chaos Theory relate to AI art?

ChatGPT

Chaos theory is a branch of mathematics that studies complex and unpredictable systems that are highly sensitive to initial conditions. It is concerned with how small changes in a system can lead to significant differences in outcomes over time, and it has been used to explain a wide range of phenomena, from weather patterns to the behavior of stock markets.

In the context of AI art, chaos theory can be seen as relevant in two main ways. Firstly, chaos theory can be used as a theoretical framework for understanding the complex and unpredictable nature of generative art produced by AI systems. AI systems are often designed to generate art in a way that is not entirely predictable or controllable, and they can produce unexpected and novel outcomes that are difficult to replicate or fully understand.

Secondly, chaos theory can also be used as an inspiration for the creation of AI art. Artists and researchers working with AI systems can draw on principles of chaos theory to create generative systems that produce art that is dynamic, complex, and responsive to changes in the environment or input data. For example, AI artists can use chaos theory to create fractal patterns or other complex visual structures that are generated through iterative and recursive processes.

In both cases, the use of chaos theory in AI art highlights the potential for AI systems to create art that is innovative, unexpected, and dynamic, and that challenges traditional notions of authorship and control in the creative process. It also underscores the importance of interdisciplinary collaboration between artists, mathematicians, and computer scientists in exploring the intersection of art, mathematics, and technology.

All art included in this post is AI art, Midjourney v5

[creativewriting101]

One-Word Prompts

Recently, I’ve been really liking the idea of one-word prompts, so here are some that I’ve seen and/or thought of that I liked:

Alembic - anything that transforms, purifies, or refines.

​​Alluvion - a gradual increase of land on a shore or a river bank by the action of water, whether from natural or artificial causes.

Arboreal - Of or relating to trees; treelike

Bel-esprit - a person of great wit or intellect.

Cause celebre - any controversy that attracts great public attention.

Cordate - heart-shaped.

Eidetic - of, relating to, or constituting visual imagery vividly experienced and readily reproducible with great accuracy and in great detail.

Fantast - A visionary or dreamer

Flocculent - like a clump or tuft of wool.

Paraselene - a bright moonlike spot on a lunar halo; a mock moon.

Lethologica - When you can’t think of the word for something

Mellifluous - A sound that’s pleasing and sweet to hear

Apricity - The warmth of the sun in winter

Retrouvailles - The happiness of meeting again after a long time of being apart

Antediluvian - very old, old-fashioned, or out of date; antiquated

Beneficence - the doing of good; active goodness or kindness; charity

Cryptomnesia - the phenomenon of not recognizing the return of an old memory as a product of memory, but instead regarding it as a new or original thought or idea.

Cupidity - Eager or excessive desire, especially to possess something; greed.

Foible - A minor weakness or failing of character; slight flaw or defect

Girandole - A rotating and radiating firework

Gul - a large octagonal design derived from the shape of a rose, a motif on rugs.

Handsel - a gift or token fore good luck or as an expression of good wishes, as at the beginning of the new year or when entering upon a new situation or enterprise

Humicolous - of or relating to organisms that live in or on soil.

Hydra - A persistent or many-sided problem that presents new obstacles as soon as one aspect is solved.

Infodemic - a massive amount of widely and rapidly circulating information about a particular crisis or controversial issue, consisting of a confusing combination of fact, falsehood, rumor, and opinion.

Integument - A natural covering, as a skin, shell, or rind

Jocular - given to, characterized by, intended for, or suited to be joking or jesting

Lachrymose - suggestive of or tending to cause tears; mournful

Limerence - the state of being obsessively infatuated with someone, usually accompanied by delusions of or a desire for an intense romantic relationship with that person.

Lunisolar - Pertaining to or based upon the relations or joint action of the moon and the sun

Meritocracy - A system in which a person’s progress is based on ability and talent rather than class privilege and wealth.

Neophyte - A beginner of novice

Nescience - Lack of knowledge; ignorance

Proceleusmatic - Inciting, animating, or inspiring

Pulchritudinous - Physically beautiful; comely

Qiviut - the soft, dense, light-brown woolly undercoat of the musk ox, used in making fabrics.

Sartorial - Of or relating to clothing or style or manner of dress

Satori - Sudden enlightenment

Saudade - A deep emotional state of melancholic longing for a person or thing that is absent

Sumpsimus - Adherence to or persistent in using a strictly correct term, holding to a precise practice, etc., as a rejection of an erroneous but more common form.

Sweven - A vision; dream

Tohubohu - Chaos, disorder, confusion

Uitwaaien - the Dutch practice of jogging or walking into the wind, especially in the winter, for the purpose of feeling invigorated while relieving stress and boosting one’s general health.

Vernal - Of or relating to Spring

Vibrissa - one of the stiff, bristly hairs growing about the mouth of certain animals, as a whisker of a cat.

Zeitgeist - The spirit of the time; general trend of thought or feeling characteristic of a particular period of time

Amity - friendship; peaceful harmony.

Gazeetter - a geographical dictionary

Anamnesis - the recollection or remembrance of the past; reminiscence.

Ginkgo - a large shade tree native to China, having fan-shaped leaves and fleshy seeds with edible kernels.

[omniglitch-au]

Miss Sandra Tennyson, ma vreedel, and big chill, are having a nice mom chat with coffee/tea, while their kids are causing chaos in the back.

Just them sipping tea, while three of Big Chill's kids are carrying off Octagon and Buzzshock and Ditto cheer them on.

[babylon-crashing]

It's punishment/ from Buddha. There is/ no Buddha.

“The Witch wears the mask of an Onibaba (鬼婆) [1] a divine Crone.

“Behind her is a Ba gua, a tool used in Chinese Wuxing sorcery and Feng Shui, symbolizing various virtues. [2] She holds a sword pointed to the sky in one hand and a scabbard pointing to the ground in the other, representing the exchange of power and wisdom seen in Chaos.

“The Witch herself represents the purity of her teachings, reflectes the will of the Kami and guides Heaven and Earth.

“Onibaba is our first card, this means that you are also a Witch and can learn to deal with Chaos and Cosmic Forces.”

“There are no limits to masculine egotism in ordinary life. In order to change the conditions of life we must learn to see them through the eyes of women,” Leon Trotsky.

“'Cause wild women don't worry,/ wild women don't have the blues,” Ida Cox.

Upright: Willpower, desire, creation, perseverance.

In the Rider-Waite deck the Magician is less a teacher and more a supernatural explorer, a conduit between the Spiritual realm and the Material world. Here, however, Syssk sits at the feet of her teacher, who wears an Oni mask and uses her sword to keep the connection between worlds open. At her feet are other traditional symbols of the Tarot suits – a cup, a coin and a wand – symbolizing various elements – water, earth, air and fire. 

Reverse: Deception, illusion, striking out.

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[1] Some, but not all. Like her Japanese counterpart, Onibaba, Slavic folklore tells of Baba Yaga, the Ogress, who in some stories steals, cooks and eats children and in others protects them.

[2] In the center are the four symbols used in the minor Arcana to represent the four elements: Wands (Fire), Cups (Water), Coins (Earth), Swords (Air). Radiating outward are a set of eight “Bagua” symbols (八卦), used in Taoist cosmology to represent the fundamental principles of reality. Each consists of three lines, each line either broken or unbroken respectively representing their Yin or Yang influences. These are: Heaven, Earth, Water, Fire, Wind, Thunder, Mountain and Lake. Ringing the octagon are the phases of the moon.

[unboundtravels]

SHORT TRIPS; UNBOUNDNOVEMBER 10/23: POWER OF THREE

As forces from beyond the realm of matter descend upon UNIT HQ, The Doctor and his Companions hide within the safety of the TARDIS. Their safety is maintained by The TARDIS' forcefield. However, with The Doctor still currently in exile, he's unable to operate The TARDIS in order to lure the strange, formless creatures away from Earth. As such, the exiled timelord is forced to make a distress signal. Although the help they send... may not be the help he's expecting. 

Featuring additions added by @mielmoto

Sergeant Benton had seen a great many things in his time with UNIT. Crazy creatures, strange machines, phenomenons in the sky— and yet the room he was standing in right now was potentially the most insanity-inducing thing he'd ever seen. One moment, The Doctor was yammering on about how he wanted Benton to get his assistant— (one plucky young Honey Banh Moto) away from the UNIT HQ as quickly as possible. Of course, Benton isn't one to abandon a friend like The Doctor— especially since, as one of UNIT's higher-ups, he was responsible for every member of staff's safety. So he wasn't just about to leave the Doc behind. 

But then that creature appeared. It appeared outside of UNIT HQ— It ate The Doctor's car, Bessie! Touched it! And in a flash of light, the car disappeared. Then it chewed threw the UNIT door! Just one contact with the goop totally destroyed the door! It went for The Doctor's laboratory table when the Scientific Advisor had ordered an escape. Until, of course, it moved to block the way— forcing The Doctor to shuffle everyone into The Police Box in the corner of the room. Benton, in a panic, hadn't questioned it— especially since he'd sworn he'd seen this box disappear, once. However— he wondered if they could all fit inside.

But inside— Inside was a whole different story. Benton stared, a bit amazed for a while. The room seemed more or less like a perfect octagon. Well, almost perfect. Some of the walls seemed longer than others, and some seemed pushed closer. All the more, it was centered off by a green console with six panels of various assorted controls. There was a column in the center, but it was motionless. Benton saw round objects on the wall, assembled in a pattern. He'd been silent for the last couple of seconds, just sort of speechless. He took his hat off, letting ruffled brown hair stick out. He was in his olive-green UNIT fatigues, and his machine gun was slung over his shoulder. Safety was on, but he made sure his hands were far away from the trigger. Especially since The Doctor hated guns. (Although, supposing he picked a pretty unfortunate job— as a military scientific advisor.) 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓's voice finally spoke up, breaking his dumbfoundedness. 

"Well, Seargent? Aren't you going to say that it's bigger on the inside than it is on the outside? Everyone else does." The Doctor wore a velvet red smoking jacket underneath a white frilled shirt. The jacket was buttoned up, and accentuated by a large black bowtie. He wore black trousers and brown shoes. His hair was very dark but had bits of faded green intermixed. Dark eyes and a strong expression looked down at the TARDIS controls but occasionally looked toward Benton to ascertain how he was doing with all this. He seemed to be taking it in well. Benton finally turned toward the console, looking toward The Doctor & Honey; the young assistant appeared frazzled only in her confused look and a slight tousle of thick bleach-blonde locks— while her outfit of a maroon pinafore dress over black poet-blouse, tied at the collar with a white bow to match calf-high ivory boots, remained as immaculate as the day it'd been made. You wouldn't know to look at either of them the sheer chaos of the day which had already played out, nor the really quite narrow escape which landed all of them securely inside the TARDIS' walls. 

"Seems pretty obvious, Doc. I've learned not to be surprised about things like this." Benton mumbled, approaching the console. There was a wall-mounted monitor that showed the outside of the TARDIS. Benton noted that right now, it was just motionless. The Doctor mentioned something about having switched on some kind of force field as soon as they entered. Looked like it was holding... for now, at least.

The Doctor moved to slide up a heavy switch, and a loud thud echoed through the console room. Concern flickered across The Doctor's features. Resetting the switch and repeating the motion several times yielded the same result. "It's not working." The Doctor huffed, standing up with a concerned expression. His fingers rubbed at his cheeks and chin in contemplative thought. He eventually circled toward a small grey compartment on the console. He lifted it up and pulled a switch out that caused a red light to flash repeatedly on the console. 

"I've sent out an SOS... I hate to have to do call them, but, there we are." The Doctor mumbled, looking toward the monitor in the TARDIS, before turning his expression toward Honey. She responded with a curious lilt of her head in kind, mouthing 'them?' back with wide eyes; wondering for a moment if she was right about exactly who 'they' were— but the Doctor's solemn expression served confirmation enough. He crossed his arms and his legs were about a shoulder length apart. He seemed to resist the incessant urge to pace around. He just stared off, contemplatively. Benton, who had nothing else to say, just stood there. There wasn't much silence, though. Perhaps about two seconds had elapsed since anyone had spoken before it was broken by the blonde.

"What exactly were you trying to do, anyway? What was all that—" she mimicked the gesture of his labors before, and motioned to the uncooperative switch in question, "—stuff about?"

"All that stuff from earlier..." He began, "Was an attempt to lead this creature away from Earth." He finished, looking back down at the TARDIS before attempting to divert as much power to the shields as he could, "I would figure in an emergency situation such as this— They would've sensed the danger and at least allowed me to utilize the emergency return switch—" He pointed toward an auxiliary switch underneath the take-off lever, "To return us to Gallifrey in the case of an emergency— or perhaps I could've at least tried to route us to a place where nobody could be affected by the creature." The Doctor huffed again, eventually just moving his head away from the console and looking back toward his assistant.

"However, it seems it's immobilized The TARDIS. I can't take us anywhere. We're trapped here." He admitted, rubbing at his chin whilst his arms remained crossed against his chest. "If I only I'd taken some readings with it on my Sonic Screwdriver before it'd chased us in here..."

"That sounds... really, like, not the best, boss. But we've got some kind of backup plan, right?" Honey pleaded; doing her best not to focus on the words 'trapped' and 'immobilized'— or, indeed, thinking of the gelatinous thing just beyond the door which was making so much trouble in the first place. "What can we do, now?"

"At the very least, I've boosted power to the shields." The Doctor replied in an optimistic tone. "We're safe in here as long as I can continue to boost power from the ship's unused flight systems to the defenses." He said amidst the sequential clicking of various switches. "Hopefully, They get our distress signal." He looked from her toward the monitor, now feeling a sense of dread in the pit of his stomach. "Or else we'll be stuck in here for a rather long time."

Benton finally approached Honey whilst The Doctor worked at the console. Sheepishly, he leaned down toward the blonde and cleared his throat. "I can't help but feel a little loss, Miss." He mumbled, "Who're they?" Benton asked, occasionally looking from Honey toward The Doctor. 

"Assuming I'm right? They, are the other Time Lords... which means we're in for something pretty serious."

On the mighty planet 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐲, things weren't exactly going well. A massive spatial rip above the planet yielded a massive electrical storm that was attacking the defenses of the capitol. In a control room at the very top of the capital, two screens stood side by side. One was actively showing the spatial tear above the planet. The tendrils like lightning crackled against the planet's outer shieldings. On the other screen, it showed the laboratory on Earth. This blob-like creature remained stationary outside of The Police Box, but it expanded ever so softly... ingesting more things from the laboratory. A woman on the center observatory platform with tied-up black hair and white-and-gold ceremonial robes was standing next to the operator of the control room. This was the current president of Gallifrey, and behind her was The Director of The Celestial Intervention Agency, who was currently acting as the defensive coordinator for the attack on Gallifrey. The Director was a woman with long bright red hair, and her robes were patterned with dark greys, whites and blacks.

"Is The Doctor holding out?" The President asked, looking down at the technical officer operating the console. He was an older man, more experienced with the equipment. He had a long bushy beard and flowing silver hair, and his robes were dark blue and black with silver accents. He spoke firmly, very matter-of-factly as he read the readings on the console and gazed up towards the bigger view screen. "We're giving his TARDIS all the energy we can spare." The Console operator spoke.

"The Hostile?" The President inquired about the blob creature outside the Doctor's TARDIS. "Unidentified so far, my lady." the operator answered back.

The Director stepped toward the operator's opposite side, looking toward the beams attacking the planet, "What about this spatial tear? Where does it go?" The President also gazes toward the secondary screen. The lightning attacking Gallifrey appears to fade within a black hole that's eating apart the space around their very world. The report flickered back toward the console operator, "It's some kind of no place. A void. According to all known readings, nothing is capable of existing there." He replied to her inquiry. 

"Yet somehow," The President began, "Through this black hole— a vital cosmic energy is draining The Eye of Harmony despite our attempts to disrupt or contain it." She placed her hand near the control panels near the console operator. Her amber hues took in the massive storms of lightning and energy draining at the planet's shielding. As soon as they were through the defense barriers, she knew it would start to drain at the central core of The Eye of Harmony. "Currently, we're unable to deploy any TARDISes off of Gallifrey. The storm rips any departing ships up before they can even enter the space-time vortex." She reports, gesturing to the primary viewscreen. "Only an off-world TARDIS could make any kind of trip." 

"Who could be doing this?" The Director looked toward her President, despite the mask of stability she wore, there were still hints of shock and awe in her voice at the idea of such an unfathomable power.

"It must be a force equal and opposite of our own power..." The President spoke, and a chill at the thought slightly ran up her spine. For a moment, her eyes were caught at the screen— eyes glued to the Police Box before finally the president spoke up. "Someone must aid The Doctor." The Madam President decreed, and The Director couldn't help but agree but alas, she stated the facts. "No one can be spared, Madam President. Everyone is needed to combat the energy drain." The President's features hardened at this, and she went into a very long pause before. She contemplated the situation, deciding here and now that if ever there was a time for her to prove her leadership capabilities... then it was now.

"No... but perhaps he can help himself." The President spoke, looking toward the console operator. "Show me The Doctor's time stream... show me his previous incarnation." She looked up toward the screen on the right, which shifted to show a different-looking fellow than the one currently trapped within his TARDIS. The Director's eyes widened at the version being shown on the viewscreen. Her heels clacked as she stepped forward. "My Lady, you can't allow him to cross his own time stream! Apart from the enormous energy it would need, the First Law of Time expressly forbids him to meet his previous selves!" 

"Madam Director, we are in a state of emergency."

The Director paused, face cringing. For once, The Director was unsure of what exactly would happen. Softly tightening her fists, she eventually relents. "Be it on your own head, Madam President."

The President exhaled, looking toward the screen. She looked toward the console operator.

"Make it so."

Back in The TARDIS— The Doctor, Honey & Sergeant Benton were watching the amorphous blob creature through the viewer screen on The TARDIS. Suddenly, The Doctor's head snapped back when he heard the sound of The TARDIS' materialization circuit. "That's odd." He commented that the central column on the TARDIS did not move at all during the sound that bounced throughout the console room. "Did either of you touch anything?" He asked the only other two in the room before he approached the console and began to flick various switches. Benton shook his head, while Honey raised both hands in a display of innocence, which caused The Doctor's brows to furrow in confusion, "But you heard it, didn't you?" The Doctor mumbled. Honey moved to his side as he operated the console.

"Not just heard it, but felt it too." The assistant replied, with an edge of worry to her tone. "...Do you think it was that stuff outside?"

"No, I don't think so—" The Doctor paused, noting something that hadn't been on the console previously. He reached out, taking it. It looked to be a small ivory recorder with a blue stripe painted around it. The Doctor took it in his hand for a moment. "What's this...?" He mumbled, twisting the recorder in his fingers, "It's... strangely familiar to me.." He placed fingers over familiar holes within the recorder. "Is it yours, Honey?" He looked toward the blonde.

She gave it a strange look and shrugged. "Not mine— I'm more of a lute gal than a flute gal."

The Doctor hummed, "Well, properly speaking, it's a recorder—" Before suddenly, a third pair of fingers grasped around the mouthpiece. A hand yanked it out from The Doctor's in an almost frantic manner. The figure fully appeared across from the console. He was a shorter man, about five foot three compared to The Doctor's six foot two. He wore a large cotton black jacket, a bright blue dress shirt, and a polka-dotted blue bowtie. His trousers were a baggy patterned and his shoes a worn and busted brown. He held the recorder as Benton and Honey gasped once he fully formed. His hair was a bed-razzled black, his eyes a bright blue, and his skin was a flushed white. 

"Thank you." The Cosmic Hobo mumbled, "I was wondering where that'd gone too." Excitedly, he wrapped his lips around the mouthpiece and played a few notes before showing visible disdain at the sound. The Doctor grew from a shocked and flustered expression to a furrow-browed and stern-eyed stare at the entry. There appeared to be a moment of silence where the little fellow cleaned out his recorder and attempted to diffuse the tension caused by his arrival. "You haven't been trying to play it, have you?" The Little Fellow asked before sliding it into his coat and tapping his fingers. Excitedly, he looked around the console room. He appeared to show excitement in its altered design.

"Oh! You've redecorated!" He waved his finger around before looking toward The Doctor and Honey, "I don't like it." His face suddenly frowned before he spotted the gelatinous blob on the console. His face suddenly went stern, "Oh dear. Well, we do seem to be in a bit of a bind now, don't we?" He looked toward the console. Adjusting his bowtie, he reached down and flipped a switch as if he knew exactly what the switch did. For a moment, The Doctor winced in embarrassment, watching as The Cosmic Hobo was able to retain the memories of which switch took an environmental scan. The Little Fellow's fingers tapped together in a way that further established it as some sort of fidget. "Just as well I turned up."

"Just as well you 'turned up'? You just—???" Struggling to put together a coherent thought amidst the shock, Honey stumbled over a few words before turning to The Doctor, "Doctor, who is—"

"Doctor!" Benton suddenly shouted toward The Little Fellow and said it as if it were true and familiar. As if he was disregarding the other, taller version in the room. "Where on earth did you spring up from?" He rushed toward The Hobbit-sized Hobo and shook his hand, which The Doctor reciprocated with an awful amount of glee, his oversized outfit ruffling as he did so. "Corporal Benton! How on Earth do you do man?" The Smaller "Doctor" exclaimed before Benton showed him his promotion badge, which The Little Fellow ogled at with wide-eyed curiosity. The two exchanged brief greetings as if they were old friends.

In light of that little revelation, Honey pulled her Doctor aside, gathering either of his arms in her hands and fixing him with a scrutinous, (if bewildered) gaze; expectant for a proper answer. " 'Doctor?' " A question in and of itself, after hearing Benton greet him so heartily, "Boss, what in the world is going on here? Who is that man and how did he get in here?"

The Doctor rubbed at his chin thoughtfully, but also wore a face of embarrassment. "Well, that's rather difficult to explain, Honey—" The Doctor exhaled, exchanging a look with the smaller fellow. Already, there seemed to be a developing tension between the two, "You see that man—" He exhaled, "Is me. Or at least, he's one of me—" Her Doctor explained before he suddenly winced at the Small Doctor's shouting toward the other, taller one. 

"Oh! No, no no!!" The Smaller one moved to gently pull the Witch away from her Doctor, almost gently and very carefully, despite how quickly and spryly he was moving. "You see, my dear— I'm afraid that tall fellow's confusing you, and I hate to be contradictory but— he's clearly lost his marbles in his old age so, I feel like you should get the proper explanation!" The Smaller Doctor explained, giving a look toward The Taller Doctor.

"You don't mind, do you?" "Yes, I do—" "I didn't think so."

"You see—" The Smaller one starts, "I may call you Honey, mayn't I? You see," He gestures to the one across, "He is one of me!" He taps his fingers together, fidgeting quietly, awaiting her response. She exhaled, eventually though. She knew better than to try and interpret this any less than what was literally being spelled out. "Right. Okay... So you're both timelords."

The Little fellow hummed quietly, "Well— quite... but... Not quite— Not just timelords. We're the same timelord." He said it very sternly, the little fellow. It was a bit overdramatic, but it was also very matter-of-factly— his tone. However, Her Doctor seemed reluctant to settle for that and stepped in soon after. "Listen here you little troll, you're only confusing the poor girl." He looked down at Honey, holding her by bother her shoulders and speaking very firmly. "He is me and I am him."

"And we're all together, goo goo ga joob?" She hummed quietly, a migraine forming in the middle of the exchange she was caught between, as The Small Doctor and The Tall Doctor both seemingly raised an eyebrow at her questioning. "I-It's a song." She looked between the both of them but they still seemed lost, "By the Beatles?"

"Really? How does it go—?" The Little Doctor raised his recorder. "Oh do be quiet!" The Tall Doctor shouted back.

Eventually, though, The Tall Doctor pushed through his frustrations and arrived at a central point. "What I'd rather like to know now is: what you're doing here. You've no right to be here."

The Little fellow immediately retaliated.

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't." "Oh, Is that right? What about the first law of time?"  "If I could perhaps explain—" "Perhaps you should."

The Little Fellow raised his hand up high, pointing at the sky. "As a matter of fact! Our fellow timelords are just as much under siege as we are!" He then swung his arm mightly toward the screen, before resting his hand against his stomach, his other hand soon rejoining it. The Tall Doctor suddenly grew rather disturbed in expression, "What? Gallifrey is under siege? But that's impossible—"

Cutting in, The Smaller Doctor continued, "I'm afraid it isn't, old chap! This attack is taking a heavy toll on their resources. So much so that all they could afford to do to get you help was to pluck me out of my bit of our time stream and plop me down here! Into my future, so to speak." He shrugged at the end, wondering if he had visualized it correctly. Although he was cut off by The Tall Doctor's immediate follow-up question.

"Why?" 

Chuckling nervously, The Smaller Doctor furrowed his brows. Was he really growing this stupid in his future? That's alarmingly concerning, "My fellow, you are being a bit dim, aren't you?" He paused, The Tall Doctor squinting in response. "Your effectiveness has just been doubled with me here!"

"Halved, more like."

"Oh!" The Small Doctor exclaimed he'd clutch pearls if he could! "Well, there's no need to be ungrateful! Suppose we have a look at our problem! Two minds are better than one—" He reached down, about to switch at a control. "Er, well— you don't mind, do you?" He raised his eyebrows as if waiting for The Taller Doctor to say something. 

"Oh, do be my guest." The Tall Doctor gestured towards his console.

"Thank you, dear fellow~!"

[sexymanbattleroyale]

description for these guys under the cut, in case you dont know who they are

Barry Steakfries: hes from jetpack joyride, he steals a jetpack that can shoot bullets and he like flies around and causes chaos and tbh i dont know why he does it but jetpack joyride is really fun so maybe thats why. i think he also has a youtube channel and according to him the scientists he stole it from are the bad guys Count Von Count: hes a motherfucking puppet vampire who loves to count and will ask you to count along with him. and once he does he does a laugh. he also had a cameo in The Glorious Octagon of Destiny.