#also asks are glitchy as hell in tumblr

[houseofwolvess]

hi ry!!!!!!! i am very curious; who are all these men you have been posting? are they in some kind of performance act or something? a band? feel free to ramble on if you so wish, i like hearing what you have to say about your interests :)

oh my god okay okay, im so sorry for who im about to become, talking about this makes me so unreasonably excited it's not even funny, i don't expect anyone to read any of this because jesus christ this is gonna get long.

to answer your question, though, they're all part of sleep token!! they're an anonymous four-piece band based outta london, and they've had me in a chokehold for like a month now with no end in sight :')

they've got a lot of interesting experimental music, lyrics and performances that make me want to fucking scream, and a lot of very homoerotic tension that. uh. really adds something to their vibes.

okay everything else beyond that is gonna have to go under a readmore, because i can't shut up now. forgive me y'all

so, to preface this: at this point in time, the band is more or less anonymous. they avoid associating their legal names with the band (although assholes have unfortunately spread them around), they don't show their bare faces if they can help it, and they're incredibly selective about when/how they use their actual voices to speak to the public. they use stage names in lieu of their actual names; vessel, ii, iii, and iv. they have a whole story and lots of lore behind the band that and i could ABSOLUTELY get into it but i have a feeling that's not what's wanted here so. holding off on that for now :')

anyways... the members! woo!! im way too excited to stop now. forgive me. you don't have to read any of this, im just talking because i don't know when i'll have the chance to do so again

to start. this guy is vessel :::)

he's the main vocalist, songwriter, and one of the two composers in the band. he also plays piano/keyboard though, and for their current studio recordings, he does a lot of the guitar, bass, and synthesizer parts, along with taking the role of co-producer. a very talented man :)

i just think he's a fascinating guy. very raw and emotional on stage in a way im not used to seeing; he puts everything he has into what he does, and WOW, it really shows.

moving on to the next guy, though: here's ii!

he's the drummer and one of the founding members, alongside vessel. he's also the only other composer for the band, and if i remember correctly, he occasionally does some of the songwriting as well!

he's an absolute fucking beast on the drums though, holy shit. watching him play is like watching someone conduct an orchestra (don't know if that makes sense but just trust me bro).

at the moment, ii is the only member of the band to have ever done a video interview on behalf of sleep token. he was still fully masked up, though, and they applied some really heavy filters over his voice to make him harder to identify. still, that's a very recent development and it's exciting to me :)

NOW... we have iii!

he's the band's live bassist! at the moment he doesn't really do much in the studio since he was *technically* a touring musician, but it really seems like he's gonna be a more permanent fixture in the band along with iv so i wouldn't be surprised if he gets a more active role in the future.

this guy's energy is contagious, and i don't think the band would be the same without him now. he's the only one who uses his regular voice when he's with the band, so he spends a lot of time yelling and screaming at the crowd because it riles them up. it's very entertaining lol.

also, unrelated, but he asked for his new mask to mirror iv's new mask because they're really close, which i think is very sweet :')

and finally... we have iv

he's the live guitarist and backup vocalist! mostly backup screams, because this motherfucker can WAIL. he's the newest addition to the band, taking the place of another guitarist who went by the same moniker.

he's in the same spot as iii is as far as his role in studio recordings goes, but he really seems like he's here to stay just like iii is.

i adore this guy though. he's just so.... AGH. a talented guitarist with powerful vocals. and he's hot (they all are) but i told myself i wasn't gonna talk about that in this post so shhhh.

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and jesus fucking christ im gonna cut myself off now because this went on for too long. i could ABSOLUTELY keep going, there's still so much i haven't talked about yet, but i already feel bad enough for rambling for this long :')

idk if you've read this far ben, but THANK YOU for sending this!! i get really fucking anxious just Posting about the stuff i like with no context, but actually being asked to talk about it isn't something im used to and it's really nice. i love this band to a stupid degree rn and i'll take every chance i get to be weird over it

[arias-archive]

!SO THIS WAS A REQUEST BUT TUMBLR WAS SO GLITCHY AND DELETED THAT ENTIRE DRAFT SO I DONT HAVE THE REQ ANYMORE BUT IT WAS JUST ASKING FOR AN ALISA ORTEGA FALLING FOR A SPANISH DUDE!

a/n: as soon as I seen this req I jumped in excitement. alisa ortega is my baby and she deserves so much more attention. I HOPE U ENJOY THIS (also I used google to help me with some of the Spanish translations so if any of it is wrong please just correct me! 🙏🏽)

warnings:

description: alisa doesn’t do vacations, she doesn’t need them. why would she willingly take more time away from work than she needs to. but of course avery would force her to get away so she could deal with the news of a recent engagement, and the heartbreak of her own failed one.

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tarado y firecracker (a alisa x oc fic)

Alisa Ortega caught herself glaring down at her hands again, her thumb absentmindedly rubbing against her ring finger. Angrily, she unclasped her hands and took a few deep breaths. 

She didn’t know why she kept doing it. A bad habit really. The finger had been bare for ages, the ring a fading memory from her busy mind. 

It was official. Nash Westbrook Hawthorne was engaged, again. To none other than Avery’s elder sister, Libby Grambs.

The news still stung viciously, prodding at hastily healed wounds hidden within her.

She had seen the signs. It was obvious that this was going to happen. It shouldn’t affect her because she was over her own failed engagement. Seriously, she was. But Alisa had to admit that the idea of Libby Grambs had offended her, with her electric hair and unique style. She was everything Alisa Ortega could not be. Everything that Nash needed. 

The cityscape passed by in a colourful blur as the taxi sped towards her hotel. Madrid really  was beautiful at night. She hadn’t been to Spain since she was a little girl, since her mother had died.

Enough, she scolded herself mentally. That wasn’t what she was supposed to be thinking of. She wasn’t supposed to think of anything really- in Avery’s words.

Just a small break. That’s what the Hawthorne Heiress had insisted. Alisa had refused vehemently, claiming she was fine and that there was work to be done and that Avery couldn’t be left to her own devices, but Avery was adamant. She could be extremely pushy when she wanted. Avery had arranged everything for her and all but forced her onto the plane. 

Avery had confiscated all of Alisa’s work, and added some threats too. All she was left with was her phone but Avery had also added a no work rule to that too. Deny as she might, Alisa knew that Avery was only concerned about her. But she didn’t need to be. It didn’t affect her. 

She spent the rest of the car journey just familiarising herself with the city, blocking out all Hawthorne-related thoughts. That didn’t stop her from tracing her ring finger though. She couldn’t stop the underlying hurt beneath her stoic demeanour. It must’ve been obvious for Avery to send her on a short break. 

Eventually, the taxi pulled to a stop. She thanked the driver before pushing open the door, stepping out into the hot night air and glancing up at the luxurious hotel. Hell, it really was beautiful. 

She didn’t even notice when her driver had rounded the car, wheeling her suitcase beside him. She thanked him again, giving him the necessary money before walking towards the hotel. 

Her body was on autopilot as she entered the lobby, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat she left outside. A concierge took her suitcase up to her room as she went to the front desk to retrieve her room keycard. Her feet took her into the elevator, wanting nothing more than to just fall into bed and sleep off her pain and exhaustion.

 

She entered the room, her suitcase waiting outside for her. She pressed the card against the lock and pushed open the door, wheeling the luggage inside. Using the toe of her stiletto, she nudged the door shut. 

The room was gorgeous, which was nothing compared to the breathtaking view outside but she still drew the curtains closed. 

Alisa didn’t allow herself to collapse into bed yet, forcing herself to shower at least order room service before she slept. See, she was completely fine. Not thinking about Nash, or Libby, or even her mother. Definitely. 

She quickly showered, dried her hair and even ate half of her food before sliding into bed. She grabbed her phone from her bag to check her messages, or lack thereof. Only a single message waited for her, Avery asking if she had gotten to the hotel okay. No other messages. 

She didn’t know what she actually expected, her phone was always empty. She liked the lack of disturbances. She didn’t have any social media apps or anything like that, and only those close to her actually had her number. But this loneliness felt different; something closer to isolation.

Alisa Ortega wasn’t one for crying. Not that she was completely emotionless either, but the hurt she felt usually just sank deeper into the well of her heart. So when she felt the ache of tears stinging her eyes, she couldn’t hold them back. 

Clutching her pillow tightly to her face, she cried. Every sob was sharp like shattered glass, and maybe that’s what she was, too broken to consider fixing. Her exterior was jagged and sharp but underneath it all, she ached, so badly.

None of this was fair. When would she finally get peace? When would the pain and confusion just stop? When was it her turn to find the person? 

She had believed that Nash was her person, the light in her dark life, but he had just ended it. Left her as if the entire thing meant nothing. Didn’t he care about her? 

She just wanted to make everyone proud. Her parents, the firm, Mr. Hawthorne, Nash. She threw herself into work because it was what she was raised to do, her only talent in the cruel world. Nash had begged her to step away from it all, but how could she? People relied on her, people still relied on her. 

It must’ve hurt Nash to leave her behind, but she knew it would’ve killed her if she had to leave everything behind. She just couldn’t. 

As she finally fell into a dreamless sleep, it wasn’t Nash she dreamt of, or her work, or even her mother. She dreamt virtually nothing, a rarity in the chaos of her mind. She welcomed the emptiness, found herself enjoying the feeling of floating for a bit, before she felt too untethered from reality. She screamed and clawed her way back, but her mind had her trapped in that empty abyss, searching for something where she couldn’t see anything.

It felt a little bit like letting go. 

~~~~~~~~

The first full day of her trip, she refused to step outside the bounds of the hotel, curling up in her room feeling sorry for herself, because she’d never allowed herself to feel like this before.

The second day was also spent throwing herself a pity party until late afternoon which is when she forced herself to get ready for the rest of day, because whether she’d like it or not, she was going to go out and explore. 

As a consequence of her unwavering commitment to the firm, she scarcely went on vacations. As a result, she had practically no “proper outfits” in her wardrobe that was suited for a trip. Her closet mainly consisted of expensive power suits and heels. She complained as much to Avery, who then bought her an entirely new selection to choose from.

She wrinkled her nose at most of the outfits, unable to see herself wearing any of them really. Since the day was practically gone now, she supposed she could walk around the city to find a nice restaurant or something. She could do with some different food other than the same meal she kept ordering to her room. 

She opted for a knee-length dress, which fit her tanned-complexion like a glove. The material was almost as dark as her hair, that was left just curled around her shoulders. She threw on a thin jacket over it, not wanting to risk overheating outside.

The sun was just beginning to set when she finally finished getting ready. Now all there was left to do was wait for her taxi to drop her off to the town centre. She wanted nothing more than to run back into the safety of her room but she forced herself to wait. 

How often did Alisa let herself actually have a break, let herself feel anything less than unshakably confident and poised? Never. She couldn’t let this holiday go to waste, even if she didn’t want to be here in the first place.

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She hadn’t realised how much she longed to be back in crowded towns, sampling every small dish offered and hearing the locals happily play music down the streets, to just hear her language spoken easily. 

Alisa couldn’t decide where she wanted to go. Everything smelled deliciously appetising and looked so appealing that she ended up just walking down the cobble-lined streets, unsure of where to actually go. She just walked around, taking it all in. 

She was so entranced by everything that she didn’t even notice the man walking in front of her, that she all but crashed into. What was wrong with her? 

Immediately, strong hands latched around her biceps to steady her. She looked up, embarrassed, ready to apologise for whoever she just walked into. As she locked eyes with the stranger, she involuntarily sucked in a breath. 

He had startlingly, beautiful eyes, the same deepened-brown as hers. Was it even normal for men to have that kind of nice eyes? His startlingly, beautiful brown eyes trailed down her approvingly. Her cheeks flushed scarlet. Was he checking her out? Whatever.

 

“Lo siento mucho,” Alisa apologised, unable to pull her gaze away from him. Fine, since he was checking her out, she had no choice but to check him out. He was decent looking, his tanned complexion mirroring her own, his own dark hair slightly curled up and falling over his forehead in a way that made her want to push it back with her fingers. Easy girl. 

“Está bien, no pasa nada,” Hot-Spanish-Guy replied with a charming smile, clearly designed to make women swoon at his feet. She was not one of those women. Yes, he was hot, but so what? Good for him. 

She angrily pulled her eyes away from his, thanking him again before marching off. She wasn’t even sure why she was so angry. She just wanted food and someone, preferably a lot of it. 

She had only made it like ten steps down the street before she heard footsteps fall in time with her own. “Excuse me, miss,” the handsome stranger piped up, looking over at her. “No entendí tu nombre.” 

“That’s because I didn’t give it to you,” she responded evenly, keeping her eyes on the restaurants lining the streets. 

Instead of taking the hint, Hot-Spanish-Guy only chuckled and kept up with her even faster footsteps. “Woah, there. Slow down,” he chuckled in slightly-accented English. 

“I have places to be,” Alisa threw back, rolling her eyes. What a creep, following her around like this. Like come on. 

“Unless you’re heading to a play park, you’re going the wrong way.” 

That didn’t make Alisa slow down in the slightest. “And just how would you know where I’m going, tarado?”

He rolled her eyes at the teasing nickname, laughing off her attempted jab in good humour. “Well, firecracker,” he snickered, “I’ve seen you walk down this street about ten times now. Admit it, you’re lost.”

That did make Alisa slow down and fully stop, crossing her arms and turning her fiery glare on him. “So you’re basically just a creep then?” 

Hot-Spanish-Guy shrugged playfully, leaning in slightly closer, mischief sparkling in those dreamy eyes. “Are you lost, firecracker?” 

“No, I’m not lost,” she huffed out, tempted to just punch him. Why was he so annoying, and why was she wanting to keep talking to him. This was maddening. 

“Then why are you wandering around like a stray cat?” He asked curiously, close enough that she could see the slight shadow of stubble smattering his jaw. 

“I am not!” She defended haughtily, crossing her arms even tighter against her chest.

“Woah, woah,” he replied, holding his hands up in a placating manner. “I’m only offering to give you help, seeing as you all but bumped into me.”

“Well, thank you, but I don’t need your help.” And with that, she turned on her heels and walked the other way, back up the street. 

She heard the man snort behind her but to her surprise, he didn’t follow her. Good. That’s how it should be.

She must’ve walked the streets a couple more times, still extremely indecisive on where to go. She stopped outside one restaurant and was contemplating just going in now when she was stopped by an annoying whistle.

The handsome stranger was leaning against a lamp pole outside the restaurant, just watching her. She opened her mouth to curse him out when he spoke first. “That isn’t nearly as good as that one there,” he said, punctuating his sentence by pointing her finger to the restaurants.

“And I would care, because…” she responded with an eye roll, tempted to just go into the restaurant to spite him. But the other place he pointed out was actually her second choice. Damn him.

“I got food poisoning from here once,” he answered, pushing himself off the lamp post and swaggering his way over to her. “Just trust me.”

“Whatever,” she gritted out, turning to go to the other restaurant that he pointed out. She had literally walked two entire steps before he called out again.

“Wait!” He said, falling into step beside her. “You aren’t going to eat dinner alone, are you?” His arrogant, charming smirk looked so punchable. Why did he care what she was going to do? 

“Why?” She grumbled irritably. She was so close to just biting his head off now. 

“Because it would be improper of me to make you eat alone,” he replied in a matter-of-fact tone, as if it was his idea that she even eat dinner. “I insist that you eat with me.”

Alisa looked aghast, her jaw open in shock and annoyance. “What?” She practically sputtered out. “I don’t think so.”

Hot-Spanish-Guy only raised a brow and narrowed his eyes playfully. “Why? Meeting a boyfriend?” He had his arms crossed now too, imitating the feisty woman he only met like ten minutes ago.

“No!” She huffed out defensively, before she couldn’t even think of a proper response. “I don’t even know your name, or who you are for that matter.”

She started to walk off again, her heels clacking against the cobblestones beneath her, market lights glinting off the pathway. Then another pair of shoes joined the mix. 

“Mateo Cardenas.” He extended his hand, holding out in front of her teasingly. “And no time to get to know one another over food, wouldn’t you agree?” 

She glared at his hand incredulously, looking around to see if any other people passing-by noticed this strange interaction.

He offered his hand again, more insistently with a teasing smile on his face. “I promise I won’t bite, unless of course, you want me t-“ 

She smacked his extended hand hard for that stupid comment. “But why?” She asked, hesitantly, tracing his face for any signs that this might be just a silly prank. “Wanting to have dinner with me, that is.”

Mateo cocked his head to one side, poking his cheek with his tongue before speaking, looking more serious this time. “I wanted company, and you look like you needed some but if you really don’t want to, I’ll go. I’m only playing around, I don’t mean any harm.”

Her scowl slightly softened at that. He was a compelled pain in the ass, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t considered actually taking him up on his offer.

It was ridiculous. She usually didn’t care for teasing boys and their stupid comments. And she placed the blame on the heartache, the loneliness or even the damn hunger that forced her to extend her own manicured hand, shaking his reluctantly. “Fine, I suppose. You get one dinner.”

That caused Mateo to break out in an even bigger grin, if possible. “You won’t regret it.”

~~~~~~~~

That dinner was perfect really. The best meal she ever had. And so was the company, whether she willingly admitted it or not.

Mateo was really nice, and he seemed genuine. He had shared a lot about himself during the dinner, not minding that Alisa only revealed slight details of her own life. 

As it turned out, Mateo only moved to Spain recently, but he was visiting Madrid for the same reason she was, a small break. Completely coincidentally, he was staying in the exact same hotel that Alisa was. She almost found herself laughing in disbelief at that.

As much as Alisa insisted, he paid for the dinner in full, seeing as ‘it was his idea anyway.’

And she had gotten his number, courtesy of his continuous pestering after she had admitted she enjoyed that she actually enjoyed the dinner.

She really enjoyed just listening to him talk. She honestly forgot how nice it was to just have somebody to talk to. She used to have He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named-Seeing-As-He’s-Engaged-To-Another-Woman, but since then, she has had nobody. And despite not even knowing Mateo for that long, his company just felt right. 

After dinner, he took her exploring around the town, pointing out good locations to eat from, or to shop from. She had never almost-smiled as much with another guy before but she seriously was close to on several occasions. 

She forcefully paid for their taxi back to the hotel, much to his protests because ‘a lady should never pay for anything’. She told him to shut up. He shut up. The journey back was filled with a bit more easy chatter. It was awkward at some points, but Alisa really was trying. 

She was completely out of her comfort zone here. Her ex-fiancé was the only other boy she’d ever loved romantically, and she had known him since she was a baby. She didn’t have to introduce herself to him, go through the stilted small-talk stages.

But for the sake of this break, of doing stuff for the hell of it. She really was going to try.

~~~~~~~~

Much to her semi-annoyance, he practically demanded that he walk her up to her room, as the ‘gentlemen’ he claimed he was. 

After chatting her ear off the entire elevator ride, he smiled charmingly as he dropped her off at her door. Alisa thanked him again and tried again to push money into his hand for the meal but he wasn’t taking it. 

She cursed at him again, to which he only grinned at. She fumbled around in her handbag to retrieve her room keycard, pressing it against the lock and pushing the door open. 

She could’ve just said goodbye and shut the door. But she didn’t.

 

Her heart thundered wildly, taking deep breaths to try and slow it down. She turned back around, and before she could lose the nerve, she called out to his retreating back. “Same time tomorrow, tarado?” 

Her feet felt rooted to the spot, unsure if she made a horrible mistake and read the situation completely wrong. What if this ends up horribly? What if he didn’t want a second dinner? What if-

He turned back around, a look of pure happiness seeded into his gorgeous grin. “I thought you’d never ask, firecracker.”

And Alisa actually smiled at that, a fleeting, excited smile.

She waved him off and shut the door behind her, sinking back against it. She caught her lower lip between her teeth at the thought of tonight. 

Only yesterday was she bawling her eyes out over her own failures, yet today, she was starting some, hopefully, new beginnings. 

But this time, she had nothing to prove, to anyone. This time, she wanted to put her own desires above anything else. 

She pushed away from the door just in time to check the buzzing vibrations of incoming texts into her phone. She actually beamed when she saw the number. God, she really was screwed.

[bleedingcoffee42]

Ok, since I can't reply to the ask we'll do it this way. (Tumblr glitchy? IDK. But I've written this out once already and lost it so..)

Christenson was one of the major contributors to the research done for BoB. Mike Ranney started compiling things via his newsletter, the questionnaires etc, and Christenson went at it as a historian. He submitted not just all this material (The whole box is his.), beautifully written and organized, but sought out more information when asked. He had drawings too!!! He even defended Ambrose at the Sparks reunion after the 13 chapters pre-view came out. The guy worked his ass off and if Dick said something to him that set him off than this letter was not harsh enough. Especially since O'Keefe apologized after getting snapped at about 'reserving his judgement' on the book, and Lipton got this shit and didn't immediately drive up and kick his ass.

Ranney and Christenson were working on a book (Dick said they argued about who would write it and that killed the project. From Pat's letter it sounded like Mike just liked to argue and get under his skin and they almost came to blows a few times) but Christenson says there was no way he would have gotten it published. I think he checked. And Bando himself has commented on how tough the market was for these books at the time. Dick knew it too, it's probably part of the reason he became bookzilla.

Anyhow, Ambrose did interviews with select people. Others sent him their narratives by letter. Ranney did questionnaires but also did the early newsletters and made a huge effort to keep a company roster updated. Christenson did his own research and drawings, then went about sending another round of questionnaires to guys of questions Ambrose had. (I feel like he may have expressed disappointment at the drawings not being used as Toye sent him $200 to buy print copies for his boys and Martin also requested prints for his scrapbook). He defended the book at the reunion. Guarnere also did a hell of a job organizing and keeping the newsletter and group together. They don't get enough credit for that.

Oh, and Pat's jab about the commendations? All I can say is that's actually kind of funny considering Speirs, old horrible asshole bang bang Sparky, not only busted his own balls in an official homework paper for his Officer's Course in 1948 for not putting in enough commendations on D-Day BUT also tried to do it so well after D-Day that he got John G. Mayer to tell him off for it and shove the promotion and medal he was trying to give him.

I'll post the letter about the reunion, because Ambrose had these guys fighting his battles for him and the stuff they wanted corrected was not outrageous. I think the only reason he corrected how he wrote Buck's 'trenchfoot' was because the guy was a lawyer.

[that-howlingdrakesng]

A White Lie and A Stuffed Rabbit (Pit Bonnie x Reader) - Chapter 2

A/N: Alright. This is the chapter that I dreaded posting on Tumblr. Please have mercy on me, Jeff fans 😭🙏

You accidentally stumbled across a time-traveling ball pit that led you to the past inside Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria. The creature followed you into the past and now you are stuck with a possessed animatronic.

⚠️The following chapter is not suitable for readers under 13 and contains vore, minor character death, and depictions of panic attacks. Please proceed with caution or skip through the section entirely.⚠️

Chapter 2: The Yellow Rabbit

You had really thought you managed to escape this mechanical beast. You thought that you were safe from them. But unfortunately, despite your best efforts, it wasn't enough. Worse yet, you've played right into their hands.

You took a small step back, preparing yourself to run as you kept your eyes trained on the large yellow creature in front of you. Carefully, you slipped the phone back into your pocket to free up your hands in case it decides to grab you again. The yellow rabbit continues to approach you, emitting more glitchy, garbled noises. As the distance between the two of you grew smaller, you began to slowly back away from them, your eyes never leaving theirs. You couldn't ignore how terrified you felt in the presence of this non-human entity, but you had to stay calm long enough to think of a plan. You needed to focus on getting out of here alive.

The creature stops for a moment to stare at you, twitching its ears as if it was thinking about something. It then turned its head towards the door with the sign above it that reads, “EMPLOYEES ONLY”. The rabbit made a quick glance at you before heading over to the other room. You simply stood there dumbfounded. What the hell just happened, you thought. Why did it randomly leave like that?

A few moments later, the yellow rabbit came back out of the room it was in, carrying a pizza pan with two slices in its hands. The rabbit sets it down on the table before redirecting its gaze towards you. At first, you weren't sure what it could be asking from you. Then, as you glanced at the tall animatronic rabbit and then at the pizza pan on the table, you figured that it was waiting for you to eat.

“Wait, are you being serious right now?” you asked, completely baffled by its request. “You…want me to eat that?”

The yellow rabbit nodded in response.

You were a bit taken back by the fact that it understood you. Kinda creepy, but at least you know now that it was sentient.

You anxiously inched your way towards the table, eyes fixated on the rabbit that stood beside it. You didn't exactly trust that the pizza wasn't tampered with. For all you know, it could have drugged or poisoned the pizza while it was in the other room. As you sat down in the chair, you looked at the slices of pizza on the table and then back at the yellow rabbit looming over you.

“Um… Is this pizza safe to eat? Why are you giving me this?” you questioned out of reluctance.

This question clearly offended the lagomorphic creature, exposing its sharp teeth out of annoyance as it quickly leaned over to your face with its glowing, blue eyes glaring down at you.

“Eat,” the rabbit growled.

You reeled back with your arms up, shielding your face in a panic. “Okay, okay!! I'll eat it!” you shouted.

Satisfied with your response, the yellow rabbit backed away from you, seemingly grinning to itself. You let out a sigh before turning your attention to the pizza in front of you. You really don't want to eat it, but you also don't want to upset the bunny even further. You grabbed one of the slices by the crust, surprised at how warm it was. You hesitated a bit before taking a small bite of the pizza. Nothing was off as far as the taste and texture, but holy crap. This pizza was AMAZING. Way better than the ones Jeff would make. Everything about it was mouth-watering–the toppings, the sauce, the cheese, and even the crust.

All doubt and hesitation was casted aside as you took another bite, savoring the flavors in your mouth. “This is so good,” you said blissfully.

You could have swore you heard a mechanical purr from the yellow rabbit. You figured that it appreciated the positive remark on the pizza that it gave you.

As you were finishing up your first slice, the rabbit-like creature walked off into the employee room, leaving you alone in the dining area to eat in peace. It would have been the perfect time to sneak away from the creature. However, recalling that you haven't eaten anything in the past several hours, you really could use a food break. Strangely enough, you were kind of thankful to the yellow rabbit for offering you something to eat after chasing you around the pizzeria.

Halfway through your second slice, you happened to hear a series of subtle, yet unusual sounds coming from the employee room. They were hard to pick out from the other side of the door despite the dead silence in the dining area. You did your best to quietly ignore it while you finished your slice of pizza. Part of you wanted to sneak out of the room and leave the pizzeria while the creature was preoccupied with whatever it's doing. Although, you also wanted to take a small peek inside the employee room despite your chances of getting caught and provoking the animatronic.

You've only finished your slice up to the crust, setting it on the pizza pan before you sat up slowly from your seat so as to not create any loud noises that could draw its attention. As you inched closer and closer to the door, the noises grew louder and more noticeable. Distorted, mechanical groans and whirrs was all you could hear up to that point, already reaching for the doorknob. Anxiety and panic started to creep into your body. You were nervous and scared of whatever you're about to witness behind that door. You thought about backing out and just making a break for the exit. To put as much distance from this cryptid robot as possible. However, your persistent curiosity outweighed the fear in your mind, fingers already clasped around the doorknob. You took a small and shallow breath to prepare yourself for what you might see.

While being mindful about the noises, you opened the door just wide enough to peer inside. It didn't take long for you to find the yellow rabbit within the room. Unfortunately, you wished that you hadn't. You were absolutely horrified by what you saw. The yellow rabbit had the body of a person inside of its mouth and was eating it. The person made no movements whatsoever, no attempts to struggle, as if they were completely limp. Only the lower body was visible from the angle you were viewing it from. The creature tilted its head back slightly, one hand supporting its meal in its mouth while the other rested on its belly. Seconds later, you heard a startling loud and wet gulp, pulling the unresponsive body deeper down its eager and hungry gullet. It then dawned on you, realizing the muffled sounds you heard that were behind the door.

…Holy shit.

You felt absolutely sick to your stomach. And worst of all, you couldn't get yourself to tear your eyes away from it.

You watched idly through the crack of the door, almost in a trance-like state while the creature continued to eagerly swallow down its limp prey. The body was now two-thirds of the way inside the giant rabbit's stomach and you happened to notice the clothes the person was wearing. It was hard to tell from the lighting as well as the position the lagomorph animatronic had it in. As soon as it flung its head back for another powerful swallow, you instantly recognized the muted orange pants and black shoes. Upon this dawning realization, your heart sank.

“Oh God no,” you whispered, covering your mouth as you watched in disbelief.

You didn't want to believe it. You wished that none of what you witnessed was real.

The person that the creature was devouring was none other than Jeff.

You were frozen in place out of terror, on the verge of tears. There was nothing you could do to save Jeff and there's no way to tell if he's even alive at this point. Not without alerting the lagomorphic creature. The worst that could happen is if it decides to devour you too once it's done scarfing down Jeff.

Fuck. Why is all of this happening to you?

Within seconds, the creature managed to slurp and gulp down the rest of Jeff's body, letting out a satisfied growl as its meal traveled down its throat and into its now plumpish belly. You watched it rub its prey-filled stomach in utter horror. This isn't real, you thought. This shouldn't be real. You couldn't accept the fact that Jeff, the pizzeria owner that you knew as a lethargic loser, was eaten by a walking animatronic rabbit. You weren't even sure if that thing is even an animatronic to begin with.

Your hands flew up to your mouth as you started to hyperventilate, trembling so much to the point where your legs gave out from under you. To your misfortune, it drew the creature's attention, turning its head towards you through the opening of the door. Its glowing cyan eyes gazed upon your fearful form.

“Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit…!” You never felt so helpless and scared in your life.

The yellow rabbit began to walk towards the door, which made you panic even more than you were now. You could do nothing but inch your body away from the door, arms and legs trembling dangerously from being struck with terror. Your heart began to race and you had this spinning sensation in your head. More than ever, you were extremely desperate to run away from this thing. You kept forcing your body to move, attempting to fight off the fear-stricken nerves pulsating through your veins.

Move.

Keep moving, dammit…!!

You had to keep telling yourself that in order to stay alive. However, once the door swung wide open, any sort of fight you had left quickly dissipated. The yellow rabbit gradually moved closer in short but heavy steps, blue eyes locked with your own. This was it, you thought. This is how you were going to die.

In the matter of seconds, your body became too overwhelmed to the point where you were beginning to black out. Heart pounding out of your chest, head spinning, body visibly trembling. You took one last glance at the yellow creature looming over you before you lost all consciousness. The last thing you heard was a dark, distorted laughter.

The rabbit has now claimed its prize. You were caught.

----

You didn't feel anything. You couldn't feel anything. You were drifting in and out of consciousness, not knowing whether or not you were still alive or not. All you saw was nothing but the darkness surrounding you. Although, the image of that monstrous animatronic rabbit was still fresh in your mind. The scene of that creature swallowing Jeff's unconscious body whole; it played over and over again like an everlasting nightmare. You desperately wanted to forget that memory.

A harsh scraping sound abruptly jolted you out of your dream-like state. Your eyes shot open, darting around the unfamiliar room you were in. You attempted to move from your spot, but you quickly noticed your hands and legs being tied to a chair. Seems like the rabbit has brought you here to prevent you from running off. Being tied to this metal chair was just a precaution. Great. Just great.

The sound of heavy footsteps grew louder the closer it was to the door. There was a brief pause before the door creaked open. There stood your captor with its blue soulless eyes and permanent grin. Almost instantly, you went into a panic upon first glance, wriggling and writhing in your bonds that kept you in place. When the yellow rabbit began to approach you, you struggled harder in hopes of loosening the ropes around your wrists. To no such luck, the bonds around your wrists were knotted tightly and barely loosened an inch. All your attempts ceased once the animatronic creature was directly in front of you with a scowl. You shut your eyes and turned your head away from the monster looming over you.

“Please don't eat me,” you pleaded fearfully. “I… I won't taste very good.”

The creature clearly didn't buy into your bluff, leaning over to the crook of your shoulder and licking a slow, wet stripe up your neck. You let out a small, shaky gasp and shuddered from the sudden damp feeling on your skin. The rabbit merely chuckled at your reaction.

“You lie,” the creature said, eyeing your trembling figure.

You tensed up at its response. Shit. You were as good as dead begin tied up and locked in a room. And seeing that the creature is already full from its meal, it's safe to assume that it plans to save you for later. Which, of course, will give you plenty of time to come up with a way to escape.

The yellow rabbit brought its large hand under your chin and turned your head to face him. You were still tense in their presence, eyes shut tightly to avoid looking at the towering animatronic in front of you.

“Look at me,” the creature demanded in a low growl.

You hesitated for a moment, mostly out of anxiety and fear. You couldn't bear to look at it after what it did to Jeff. It honestly scares you, but you had to comply with its demands if you wanted to stay alive. You steeled your nerves and opened your eyes gradually, gazing up at the yellow creature in front of you. It lets out a pleased hum, admiring the way you were looking up at them. Almost in a submissive manner.

“Wh-what are you going to do to me?” you questioned.

The yellow rabbit's glowing blue eyes ran down your body, taking in your small yet curvy figure. You had on a high-impact sports bra underneath your mesh top, which gave your chest an appealing view. Below the waist, you wore a pair of decorative leather riding pants made for night riding. The way it was eyeing you up like a treat on display; it nearly gave you the impression that it had an idea of what it wants to do with you. You're hoping it doesn't involve you ending up dead.

Carefully, the creature lowered itself to your level, inching closer to your face before pressing its soft muzzle against your cheeks. It lets out a small mechanical purr as you felt its hands wander down to your waist and rested there. The rabbit then trailed its muzzle down to the crook of your neck and began to lick and nibble on your neck. You absent-mindedly let out a small whimper as you felt its sharp teeth grazing and pinching at your skin.

“You like this, don't you, you naughty girl?” it asked teasingly against your ear.

In a matter of seconds, you froze up with the feeling of anxiety and shame washing over your body. No. There's no way. You knew in your mind that you should be afraid of what this monster could do to you. However, your body was feeling a certain type of pleasure from this and you cursed yourself for it. This wasn't right, you thought. This thing ate Jeff and you are getting aroused. How fucked up could you possibly get?

One of the creature's hands slid up to the collar of your mesh shirt, quickly tearing it from your body, causing you to yelp in surprise. Thankfully, your bra was spared from being ripped.

The rabbit stopped for a moment to pull away from your neck, gazing into your eyes with intent. Even with its lack of facial expressions, you had an idea of what it wanted but you were afraid to go through with it.

“I won't hurt you,” the yellow rabbit said, cupping your face gingerly with its soft, large hand. For some godforsaken reason, you leaned into its touch and you craved more. “...not unless you give me a reason to.”

You felt yourself shudder. Both in fear and, strangely enough, anticipation.

“I will undo your bonds, but…” The rabbit's hand trailed to your tied wrists, lightly picking at the rope with its claws. “...I will do so under one. Specific. Condition.”

“And what condition is that?” you asked, nearly dreading the answer.

The rabbit merely chuckled, bringing the hand that was resting on your waist to your abdomen. You really didn't like where they were going with its demands.

“...bear my children.”

[fandaniel]

i've been trying to explain this to people re:ghost asks but basically it can also be this: sometimes if you check your inbox on the app it doesn't register on the browser and vice versa. so sometimes it tells you you have something unread in your inbox even though you've already seen it. other times tumblr would add +10 to your notifs as a glitch (this happened to me several times, it told me i had 11 unread asks when i only had 2).

idk why or how. tumblr UI just really sucks.

tumblr pre usual is glitchy as hell. ive never seen the +10 notification glitch actually? but yeah this website is held together by string

[blueparadis]

—» First, I will have to ask for confirmation if you’re 18 and plus.

—» I will be needing you to show me a photo of your ID card(driver's license works fine), with your age. You can hide everything except the day-month-year. It is just for the peace of my mind that I'm not writing for children.

—» I would prefer to do it through discord but if you don't have one, that's cool. tumblr dm is glitchy sometimes but I'm an immensely patient person.

—» STATUS — OPEN || You can contact me through ask or message me. If you have any doubt, any questions — do not hesitate to message me :>

HOW MUCH ?

$4 for additional character [ Additional characters must have a role in the plot/story that will either change the course of the story or affect the actions of the characters.] pricing is based on the word count, that is, $1 per 100 words.

$5 for 500 , $10 for 1000 word count, $15 for 1500 word count & so on. . . ( also the base payment for works above 5000-word count. Further details can be discussed in dm. I'm willing to write up to 10k maximum. )

NOTES !

prices are non-negotiable.

if you provide info about the reader’s background story or traits, that’s fine by me.

for POV, I'm willing to write about CHARACTER’S POV, SECOND PERSON’S POV, or MIXED POV i.e. character + second person’s pov.

I will accept payments only via ko-fi !

WHAT ?

✓ character x (f!reader/m!reader)  

✓ character x gn! Reader;only available for sfw commissions.   

✓ character x character/OC

✓ sfw, fluff, (heavy) angst, major character death.

✓ [n]sfw, dc, yandere content, cnc, porn with plot,porn without plot, sapphic content omegaverse, hybrids, polyamory, incest, BDSM, mostly ALL KINKS ( ask if you've doubt regarding any ).

WHAT NOT ?

✗ beastiality,necrophilia, pedophilia, watersports,rape, vore,scat-play, body horror.

✗Part 2's to any of my current works or additions to my stories

HOW ?

[ 𝐢 ] we discuss about the idea, length and the price. [ 𝐢𝐢 ] I'll go through the details, frame a base work and will inform you about a tentative date. Payment full / half depending upon the type of work. [ 𝐢𝐢𝐢 ] Allow me two weeks; do not rush me. I will keep you updated. however, if you do not hear from me within two weeks, feel free to message me. [ 𝐢𝐯 ] you will receive the final product via e-mail in pdf format once you have paid in full.

FANDOMS

NON-ANIMANGA —stranger things, wednesday, game of thrones, house of the dragon.

ANIMANGA — tokyo revengers , negai mo astro, windbreaker, honkai star rail, genshin impact, jujutsu kaisen, chainsaw man, kimetsu no yaiba, bleach, bungo stray dogs, vinland saga, attack on titan, boku no hero academia , spy x family, hell’s paradise, tokyo ghoul, castlevania, vanitas no carte, haikyuu, blue lock, kuroko’s basketball, obey me, psycho pass, tougen anki, sakamoto days, kn8, gokurakugai . . . my animanga spectrum is huge and still expanding I can't list them all since I'm unsure whether I'll be able to write it or not unless I hear about your idea so feel free to ask me if I’m into a certain fandom or not if not listed here. I’ll keep updating this.

special thanks to @half-baked-biscuit for helping me with this.

dividers by @/saradika-graphics

You can reblog this post to let others be aware. Thank you for your patience and support :>

— paradis.

[yes0another0outsiders0blog]

👉👈👉👈 hey, i did a bad thing 👉👈👉👈

So, my tumblr got all glitchy and bad and posted a half-finished draft and I had to delete it.

BUT if you're the part Columbian nonny from New York then I'm doing your match-up right here, but I'm doing it from memory so please forgive me if it's not quite as thorough or I misremember something. I'm actually so sorry, UGH, that's so damn frustrating!!!!

ANYWAYS--

I ship you with...

Two-Bit Mathews

He'd admire you so much for your passion in helping others, both in your love of volunteer work and your willingness to protect people. Volunteering wouldn't really be his thing, but if you asked then he'd happily tag along with you. Just to hang out with and support you, if nothing else.

He'd kill bugs for you when they get inside, but would also be the type of person to walk hella slow *just* to annoy you. He wouldn't be, like, hyperaware of your accent (since Dally is also from New York, so all of the gang is pretty use to how yall say words, it isn't overly notable I guess??) but if it ever came out real heavy then you'd definitely be teased MAJORLY for it.

Two-Bit would also be pretty big on physical affection, loves hugs and having you lay on him. Also so down with rougher stuff, like wrestling and play fighting.

He probably isn't as physically active or competitive as you, but he still is those things. He likes group activities.

Yall would be a dangerous pair fr (mostly to yourselves) when you guys just start doing some impulsive bs together, but it's always sure to be fun and interesting as hell.

Again, I'm SO sorry that the actual ask ended up deleted!!! It's a tiny bit shorter than my other match-ups were, but I'm pretty sure I remembered most of the important information. If you feel like I did too little or forgot big chunks of info then you can resend it, but I did my very best with what happened!!

[the-golden-ghost]

For OCverse asks: 8, 12, 16, 25?

8.) what inspired your world building, if anything?

Okay so I KNOW this does exist, but I was just kinda thinking... why does so much fantasy either take place in Medieval England (Europe) Lite (but not even a very historically-accurate version of it) OR Just The Modern Day But There's Magic? Like there's SO many time periods I'd love to see covered in a fantasy-verse that are criminally underused. Even medieval-based ones are less Truly inspired by the middle ages and are more just direct ripoffs of Tolkien.

In any case, I picked the (19)20s although I've been debating whether it's really the right way to go. It's definitely going to be US-centric just cause... well, I'm from there. I thought for a ghost story too, the culture of the 20s where they're recovering from a world war and massive epidemic and still spiraling into even worse events to come would be kind of on the nose. I guess it hits home a bit with the modern day, too.

It's not intended to be a bleak story, though. Just a little dark.

12.) okay be honest. pick a favorite oc from this ocverse.

DIFFICULT it changes? I usually say Faith, she became the protagonist after being cast as the antagonist in the last variation for a reason - I just love her a lot.

But Davy grows on me sometimes. He's probably the closest one I have to a self-insert which means sometimes I don't especially like him because we're just too similar, but he's got Vibes. Occasionally he overthrows Faith in my brain for Favorite.

16.) imagine the entire story takes place but in the meantime the characters all also have tumblr. what kind of (terrible) tumblr posts would happen?

Faith is DESPERATELY trying to Do Numbers as a Tumblr Funnyman and it isn't working. Every carefully-crafted shitpost she makes gets 10 notes or less. She doesn't seem to realize that there's no prize for getting famous on here and it's in fact a hindrance.

Davy has a main blog but he doesn't post and gets reported as a bot a lot. He also has a sideblog he runs where he posts as Smudge and it has 50k followers

Lilah has a decent if somewhat niche following and does mostly music recs, songs she's working on, life advice, and aesthetic photos. She has a few fandom blogs as well and has to be careful not to post on main cause it'd be embrassing.

Sam is dead and posts glitchy illegible posts into the void. His blog cannot be followed, but the posts will show up on your dash anyway, somehow. None of them have visible notes.

25. best scene you havent yet written, but have an idea for?

Faith and Davy re(?)union at the beginning hell yeah! I have two separate ideas depending on whether to make them Childhood Friends (the standard) or strangers (new idea, playing around with it)

[possiblydistasteful]

Pinned Post :)

THIS IS A SIDEBLOG, I follow back from my main (wescravings)

Basics: Frank, he/him, either an ancient withered hag or a baby depending on who you're asking (read: over 25 younger than 50). Queer leftist. I think we should have MORE kink at pride. I love freaks, perverts, and sexual deviants. I love pornography, degeneracy, and filth. Anti-censorship. Yes, even for stuff that I personally find repulsive: If it's not hate speech and doesn't involve the exploitation of an actual living child then it has a legal right to exist regardless of taste* Genuinely just here for a good time and to post annoying shit about fictional characters. I am always STOKED to talk to people about my pretend people du jour, asks and tumblr DMs always open even if we're not mutuals, and if you ever send me questions about my art or fic I am literally proposing marriage right now (psspsspss etc) Currently Posting: Right now it's mostly Succession (tagged: succession) and Saw (tagged: sawposting) but this is a multifandom blog. Various other things I have posted about in the past and probably will again in the future include: horror media of all kinds (especially games and movies), Pathologic, The Exorcist (TV), Mr. Robot, Better Call Saul and Breaking Bad, Metal Gear Solid (my beloved), The Untamed/MDZS, Bloodborne, Black Sails, The Terror... I have really varied interests and tend to hop all over the place.

I like a lot of Freak Shit™, so if you don't like horror in your horror media/transgressive themes in your fiction (violence/murder/gore, incest, consent issues, depictions of various -phobias and -isms etc) I'm probably not the blog for you. I try and tag at least the fandom and common triggers for my posts , and if you ask me to tag something I will do my best to remember, but I often post from not even the APP but the site from a mobile browser, and that shit is glitchy as hell. Also I'm deeply forgetful, so just a heads up if you rely on trigger warnings and tags. Links: Main/Art Blog (wescravings) AO3 (Adoxography) Spotify and mutuals are welcome to my discord (dm me) I Block: MINORS. I'm sure you're all very cool, but I post too much adult content and while I know I can't actually stop anyone from viewing/consuming my adult work, I have ZERO interest in interacting with kids/teens about it.

Also: bigots (racists, homophobes, and misogynists etc) in general, but in specific (for those who don't think the label 'bigot' applies): terfs, swerfs, and transmeds. queer gatekeepers (fuck you aces n aros are sick as hell ����), terminology discoursers, and sexual puritans.

I also will block anyone I find annoying because I'm a crotchety bastard and I highly encourage you to do the same (even/especially if the annoying person is me). *for fandom specifically YES this is the exact same as a proship position, so if I notice you have proship DNI on your blog I will also block you because I respect your boundaries 💅

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Hello my Auburn Angel,

Just wanted to see how you are doing, my friend. I haven't written you in a bit, but I have been doing all right. Also, side note, this is the first time I'm writing you whilst slightly tipsy (this is an understatement), but I am cooking myself dinner right now and hoping I don't burn anything.

I was wondering, if you want to share, how are this going vis-à-vis your living situation and potentially wanting to get out of there?

Also, I like asking really weird questions to get to know people better, so I have some for you, but feel free to ignore whatever you don't want to answer:

If you could only eat one color of food for the rest of your life, which color would you choose?

If you were a character in a horror movie, what cliche would you be (e.g. the first to die, the skeptic who doesn't believe in ghosts, etc.)?

If you could have any superpower, but it had to be completely useless, what superpower would you choose?

Also, I love that your friend calls you Gingernut now. Do you tell your irl friends about your tumblr or is this a tumblr friend?

Also (ugh too many also's), I don't think the tag issue happens to me, tags work fine even if I use hyperlinks I think, or maybe I don't pay enough attention to it, could be.

Update on the food: It's almost done, so time to wrap up this letter and start putting some food in my belly and sober up (because I'm supposed to go out again later).

As always, much love,

-Chaotic Anon

ahh my sweet sweet chaotic anon, i hope you're doing well (if we ignore the understated tipsy cooking - i hope whatever you made was edible and you didn't burn yourself or the food)

oh, my living situation is unchanged, my small childhood bedroom where the only place i can sit is my bed, which isn't bad but also it makes me love interior design, specifically colours and furniture, like desks, which there is a lack of in my little room. living situation will be unchanged for at least 2023, and even if i could get out, i don't know where i'd go, so i feel a bit hopeless since i don't have a big picture for my life, i just have a little picture with small stepping stone milestones, but the picture is slowly getting coloured in... oh can we add in how my only friend in this town moved away? yeah, i'm stuck for at least 2023, and with the way my mental health is going (badly) i might not get far in general i'm afraid.

anyway, you asked fun questions, and i gotta say, i love colourful food, so i'd be doomed if i had to have e.g. only red foods (sounds like a lot of tomatoes) and it reminded me of how many foods are beige or red, or green or brown.. or just burn everything to a brown or charcoal but i'd need a sauce to go with since it would be dry as heck ahh...

horror movies? i can see myself either getting the hell out of there quickly, or just dying very easily from something unrelated (knowing my anxiety, my heartrate and blood pressure would probably kill me first) but i think i'd just die easily, there is no final enby here sksks.

a completely useless superpower? all i can think of is how Pietro died in Age of Ultron... fast but not fast enough and no super healing:/ he deserved better...

it's a tumblr friend, who has managed to also be a discord and instagram friend, and eventually irl friend too hehe, but people on tumblr and other socials reply and message more than any of my irl friends so...

yeah i don't know what's going on with the tags, i'm just kinda staring at them and trying to either poke them with a metaphorical stick or not at all, since i saw some people are having glitchy tags that reload into something other than a linked fic? tumblr chaos, what else can we expect these days?

take care of yourself, anon of chaos, have fun but also don't die please, i prefer people alive if possible...

~Lux

[maiverie]

hi mai!! 💗 omg i’m so sorry for the wait 😭😭 i’ve been trying to send you this ask for a while but tumblr kept crashing on me so i’d get scared to start linking :(( i really hope this will go through 🥹🤞 i’m going to cry if it doesn’t 😭😭 & finally here are the edits i promised!!

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10,

11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20,

21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30

31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40

41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50,

51, 52, 53, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60

61, 62, 63, 64, 65, 66, 67, 68, 69, 70,

71, 72 73, 74, & 75

hehe i hope you enjoy them & hopefully the links work!! 🫶🫶 i hope you’re well & make sure to take care of yourself bestie!! have a great day/night & ilysm!! <33

OMG FAE????????? SEVENTY FIVE????????? WHAT TEHF UCKJLWEFIJEE

I LOVE U SM :((( THANK U SOSOSOSOOSOSO MUCH :((( im actually crying i cannot believe you're giving me this FOR FREE?? also IKR tumblr is sososo glitchy, linking is absolutely hell esp when the screen just goes white and u have to start again 😭😭 idk why they haven't fixed that glitch yet bc it's making me lose it?????

YOU'RE THE ABSOLUTE BEST YOURE THE LOML YOU ARE THE REASON I WAKE UP INT HE MORNING THANK YOU SOSOSOSO MUCH FOR THSI IMMA DIE PEACEFULLY AND I HOPE PEOPLE WILL PLAY THESE EDITS AT MY FUNERAL

[tuffmallowinteractive]

Update from the Battlefront 5/20/2021

I know I’ve been quiet on Tumblr, so I wanted to pop in with a status report and to let you that I am in fact still alive and still STILL STILL working on my projects. 

SO this is where I am in progress!

The Closet Door writing is still 2/3 finished. I’ve entered what I like to call “Editing Hell” with Arun and Octavius’ routes, but hopefully I can be done with that soon. The assets are all drawn, but I’m about 70% done coloring in all the CGs and mini CGs which are all that are left. The UI design overhaul is done- just getting ready to code all that in into the new build in Renpy- hopefully with cleaner and less glitchy code than before. 

It has truly been one delay after the other to get here. 

Dental work knocked me off my feet for a while, my car broke and I’m still underway getting that fixed, my tablet died on me and I had to get that replaced, raining in the house and at the time of this post, my fridge decided to give up the ghost. I mean things happen. But boy don’t they suck when they do. I’m still kicking though. Honestly, at this point, I think I’ve gone mad with determination! That’s okay- I will take on the universe if that’s what it takes.

Bring it universe! My pen is my soul! ...huh... I swear that sounds familiar....

Anyway, there’s also some other cool news going on!

The Indie Otome Reddit is up and running!

I’m so excited about this community! It’s compact right now, but still growing quicker than I anticipated! A lot of fans of the indie genre have expressed a need to discuss indie games with like fans and ask questions and have discussions about games they enjoy, follow and support. Devs in the indie otome group have discussed wanting to reach their audience in a welcome setting that is pro indie, as the indie community is very vast and sometimes it’s a wild ride narrowing your market down in such an already niche market. So it’s just so much fun to see fans and devs interreacting eagerly, and for myself I am excited to learn about so many titles and expand my library with fun and engaging otome (jmb is also an otome fangirl- didn’t you know?)

I do hope to see you around there as well as here! 

Well, like  I said, just popping in so you know I’m still standing after all this time...(sorry- Elton John on the mind right now) But seriously, I love you guys- don’t forget you keep me going, and as soon as I have the coolest of news, you know I’ll be right here sharing it with you!

~Always JmB

[cblgblog]

For the deep fic writer asks, #16?

(Also, I'm very sorry if you've gotten this ask multiple times, Tumblr's been acting super glitchy and weird for me tonight. >_<)

You’re good, friend! Janky ass Tumblr be janky as hell but it only sent me the one ask--which I thank you for :)

Do you re-read old fics? Is there a time in your writing you won’t go back to?

God yes, to both. I reread old fics selectively, a lot more than I should. If it’s a longer fic, I’ll usually reread certain chapters or sections that I particularly like, as opposed to reading the whole thing.

As for writing I won’t go back to...yeah, lol. I mean, I’ve been writing fics since I was 16 or 17 and I am...not that anymore. My fics from that time are Not Good. I still like the concepts in some of them, but the execution was just not great. I don’t think it was particularly terrible, it was just on par with what someone in high school who doesn’t know what the hell they’re doing would write. The first 2 or 3 years of my writing life, I haven’t gone back to in years because it physically hurts me. But I still remember how much fun I had writing those things, and posting fic for the first time after reading it for so long. And the lesser writing just stands as a monument to how much better I’ve gotten over time. It’s just that I never, ever, never want to visit that monument again myself.

Deep fic writer asks

[biomecharnotaurus]

infinityactual here (sorry if u already knew that but tumblr wont let me send asks from my viddy game blog) I saw your pinned post while reading ur reply and HELL YES, THE ELDER SCROLLS. Which one is your fave of the lot??

Definitely Skyrim, Oblivion is a good second! I know it's a pretty common opinion, but I love that game. It sure is glitchy as hell (managed to glitch Alduin 3 times and Miraak one, had to restart the bossfight each time 💀) but there are a lot of quests to do (I'm still only at 70% after playing the game for years), the lore is a whole ass novel trilogy (without including the stuff from the prequels) and I'm still surprised by how much freedom and how many different options the game gives you. Never found a modern title with a similar feeling, maybe a close one is Red Dead Redemption 2, but they are completely different genres. I also definitely prefer both chapters to whatever is going on with The Elder Scrolls Online. Seriously, both textures and designs are such a let down in comparison.

Also there are the mods of course...but I only play vanilla. Still damn good 😤

I'm kinda disappointed by the rererelease of the Anniversary edition tho lol, I want The Elder Scrolls VI dammit

[sanscestships]

“Deal” DS!Crossberry-Guardian/Destroyer Headcanon (Oneshot, DS!CrossxDS!Blue)

Created on: 10/26/20

Requested by: No one. I got bored again and wanted to do a rare pair while making things more interesting while doing DreamSwap (by onebizarrekai btw you should go check them out. i know they have a tumblr for sure)

as for the "Guardian/Destroy Headcanon" part. There's a headcanon that Cross is the guardian of the AUs and Blue is the destroyer of AUs because their swapped with Ink and Error. While canonically this is not true, there's a headcanon and i decided to try it out.

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Cross was ticked as hell. No, he was livid.

Once again, he went to Taco Bell, ate his tacos, Blue had drugged the tacos somehow, he fell asleep, he woke up, and several AUs were destroyed while he was passed out.

He didn't know HOW that annoying blue scarfed destroyer kept doing it, but he needed to find a way to stop it.

Obviously, he had absolutely no intention of stop ordering from Taco Bell. He and the rest of the Meme Squad loved the tacos from Taco Bell and would absolutely live off it along with chocolate. And not ALL of the tacos he got from there were drugged by Blue.

Unfortunately, this also made it difficult for him to know if he should eat a taco or not.

No, he couldn't get one of his friends to try it. He was NOT going to risk Error or Nightmare getting knocked out because he didn't want to eat a taco himself. No he wasn't going to ask a stranger to test taste for him either. No, again, he wasn't going to stop eating Taco Bell tacos.

Then he decided he was going to go to Blue's house in Outertale, kick the fucking door down, beat the shit out of that annoying flirt, and make him stop drugging his GOD DAMN TACOS HE JUST WANTS TO EAT IN PEACE!

With that plan in mind, he quickly made a portal to the small house they all shared. If he didn't come back, he at least wanted his friends to know where he was. Stepping into the wooden floor of their kitchen, he spotted Error drinking coffee again-WAIT HOLY SHIT ERROR WAS DRINKING COFFEE AGAINASGOHISGHASOGIRHAGAERIOG-

"Error!" And it was at the moment Error knew. He fucked up. "I thought Night and I said no more drinking coffee after 4:00 PM! It's fucking 9:37. Wait a sec- DID THAT INK DOUCHEBAG DO SOMETHING TO YOU? I SWEAR I'M GONNA-"

"NONONONONONONO!" The hooded cinnamon roll quickly put the mug down, stepping between me and the door with his arms flailing around. "It's fine it's fine! I just felt like drinking coffee I swear! Ink has nothing to do with it!"

Sighing in relief that the emo bastard hadn't touched the bean, he proceeded to pretend nothing important was going to happen. "I just came over to say that I'm going to Blue's to kick his ass. If I don't come back, it means I did not kick Blue's ass. Okay?"

"Do you want us to come with you?" Error had that look on his face again. The one that said "I'm not 100% sure this is a good idea but if we're going for it I'll absolutely give way more than 500%".

"Nah, I think I can handle Blue. Plus, you should probably keep Nightmare company. I'll be fine."

Cross was not fine.

Not fine at all.

He went to Outertale, expecting Blue to be out so he could ambush him in his room. That way, he'll have the absolute advantage over him. Kicking the door down, the monochrome guardian stepped in ticked as hell to be greeted with being grabbed with strings and being hung upside down.

"FUCK!"

"Well well well~"

Shit. Flirty tone. Strings. Being face to face with a glitchy eye and snarky face. Yep, it was Blue.

"GOD DAMMIT BLUE! PUT ME DOWN AND STOP DRUGGING MY FUCKING TACOS!" Stupidly, he started flailing in the strings trying to escape. However with each and every movement, he only entangled himself further.

"Oh? And why should I?" The cocky little bastard was definitely amused by this, just standing in front of Cross as he eventually got himself so wrapped up he couldn't move anymore.

"BECAUSE I SAID SO! NOW PUT ME DOWN!"

"Okay~"

"FU-" And like that, he was dropped head first onto the floor. Groaning, he quickly grabbed the huge knife strapped onto his back and got into a battle position. "Listen Blueberry, I'm sick and tired of having to deal with not being able to eat tacos without falling asleep. So quit it before things get messy."

Obviously, that got Blue to stop and think. Though he destroyed AUs, he didn't actually enjoy the blood and misery it brought. Cross could never understand why he destroyed AUs anyway though. Was he hired to do it? Obviously not by that best friend stealer who thinks he has the right to look at one little crime someone made and say "okay you go die now". The knife wielding skeleton knew the string user well. Everything he did had a means to an end.

That didn't mean it was always an actually good reason though.

"How about a deal," Well shit, another negotiation. Cross wondered what it was going to be this time. Another theft from JR? Maybe another prank on Ink? He really didn't know with the destroyer. As much as he knew about him, he could also be unpredictable at times. "In exchange for no more taco druggings, you have to be my new guinea pig."

...

Wait wha-

"Wait, guinea pig? FOR WHAT?!" Cross did NOT like the sound of being someone's toy to play with. Especially not after what happened to his AU. He'd been a pawn in XFrickster's plan to be the "best story". And he did NOT LIKE THE SOUND OF BEING ANYWHERE NEAR THAT AGAIN.

"Calm down, I'm not going to do any weird mad scientist stuff." The glitchy eyed skeleton folded his arms, shaking his head like he was dealing with an idiotic 5 year old. In a way, he was. Cross wasn't going to deny that he could make some very questionable decisions at times. "I meant I want you to be a taste tester for me. I cook as a hobby but sometimes I'll throw random stuff in a dish to see what it tastes like. I'm merely using you as both a taste tester and a second opinion."

Oh, that was totally reassuring.

Him throwing random crap in food he has to agree to try is absolutely reassuring. But, it was this or not be able to eat tacos without being paranoid and boy would that be hell.

He knew his answer. And he did NOT LIKE that it was between this and either no tacos or AU destruction.

"Fine, but you better not poison me or feed me crap Blueberry."

[kimberlyannharts]

(sorry if this comes up twice, tumblr is glitchy in asks) in reference to anon about zeus powers....i do have a girl with zeus powers in my greek rangers...but she's the tommy of the series so like, stands out a little even after being freed with the other rangers being inspired by goddesses

i mean you really can’t avoid using zeus in a greek myth adaptation lmao also zeus’s powers are sick as hell so it’s understandable