#also lmk if this doesn't work for you

[hrhprincerichard]

[Boxing Day]

Mate, I know you've probably got an amazing itinerary for New Year's Eve planned for us already. But I hope you haven't given any RSVPs you've got to stick to. I think you might like this one.

[Attached: image of the invitation to the New Year's Eve bash.]

[askblueandviolet]

For both of ya'll-

What's your earliest memory? Are you fond of it? Are you both doing ok now at least?

Also! For Macaque, have some extra theater props and such! For Mayor, here's a business card for a therapist. Please- your mental state is worrying- q-q If not that, have some noodles dude. Not sure if you need to eat but surely some comfort food will make you feel marginally better?

That's all! :D Have a nice day!

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[linabirb]

going from my previous theme to this one feels like switching from a dark mode to a light one or something

[linagram]

i guess even they had someone they could say they loved.

[lcngdays-arc]

@bloodbared // plotted

Temperance wasn't sure what it was about him.

Richter had never made much of an impression on them before. But they'd sailed through high school without a care in the world. They hardly noticed anything or anyone. He'd probably been there, and they just hadn't been paying attention, and then they'd left town.

Unfortunate circumstances led them back home, but that didn't mean they were going to give up on the Youtube grind. It was what was paying off their student loans, of course, so there wasn't much choice either way. They were back and looking for new leads on anything paranormal and they found him.

Temp had sat through the interview easily. Asked all the right questions at all the right times. Responded appropriately. Laughed when they were meant to, all the great things an interviewer did, they did. Things had a tendency to come easy to them, after all. But they were more than just enjoying the interview, they were enraptured by it. By him.

Maybe it was wrong, or weird to be so attracted to a man telling them about all the spilled guts he'd seen but they couldn't help themself. There was just something about him. Maybe it was their similar interests? Maybe it was having someone so engaged in what they were doing and saying? They didn't know. By the time the interview was over, Temperance was practically squirming in their seat.

They smile at Richter, glancing back at their camera set up. They stand and move to turn it off. Normally they'd leave it on to catch some post production, maybe some b-roll, anything like that. But not tonight. Tonight, they were going to shoot their shot. And who knew? Maybe luck would be on their side.

"listen." Their voice is casual. "i'm not normally so bold..."

Not on things like this, anyway. They'd only ever had one partner sexually and that had been one of the most awkward and uncomfortable experiences of their life.

"but like... i think you're really hot. and that was an amazing interview. and as much as i'd love to get to work on post-production... maybe." They stroll over to him, lightly lay a hand on his shoulder. "maybe we could spend a little more time together tonight?"

[retromutagn]

@eyeknowmayhem asked for a silly starter / mm donnie and wingnut.

he's made a space in their hectic home to set up his laptop where they (and anyone else who ends up joining) can both see. he's got access to all the best streaming sites, some by...dubiously legal means. he's not even setting them up for a proper binge session, this is just to figure out their commonalities. "okay, okay, you've seen fullmetal alchemist, right?" he almost feels dumb for even asking about such a classic, but hey, he doesn't know what the internet sitch was in superfly's lair. his own brothers would've been bored to death without him managing the tech, after all.

[thats-a-lot-of-cortisol]

Some sketches of my wizard Peri as I (slowly) work my way through Act III

[normaltothemax]

∗ o8﹕ sender  shows  up  at  receiver’s  home  late  at  night . for max! just. finds him in her living room or w/e probably mid-eating a condiment with his fingers

“What the fuck.”

It wasn’t spoken like a question, but it sure as hell was one. Max gaped at the man sitting on her couch, practically wrist-deep in a jar of relish, her mind struggling to come up with something that would explain the bizarre scene playing out before her.

Nothing.

She had absolutely nothing.

She wasn’t even mad (for the moment, at least), just confused beyond belief. What was he doing here? How had he gotten in? Why relish, of all things? Why couldn’t he at least use a spoon? “You—” A blink, two, before letting out a long-suffering sigh, head falling back. She stared up at her ceiling for a long moment, silently regretting every choice she’d ever made in life, before muttering “Screw it” and kicking her shoes off.

This might as well happen.

She tried to ignore him as she put her stuff away, tried to ignore the headache that was steadily growing, but eventually came back to the living room brandishing a spoon. “That’s disgusting. And also, terrible manners. You don’t just break into someone’s house and then stick your dirty fingers in their condiments. That’s just rude.”

@ofkasterborous (x)

[thefabelmans2022]

conspiracy theories really would have you believe that no one ever commits suicide and i feel like that kind of mindset is really not a good one like. these theories spread the belief that someone would NEVER commit suicide if they were working on something they thought was important or if they were planning for the future or if they had friends and family or if they seemed totally normal before they died and all comes from a total lack of understanding of depression and suicide and like how are we supposed to change our cultural attitudes towards suicide if we're just in total denial that it even exists?

[fakeosirian]

Flat On Your Face: Chapter 9

read on ao3! NOTE: SIGNIFICANT TAG UPDATE!

summary: We've graduated from communication clarity level "blackout curtains" to "mirror after a hot shower." (No scoffing at progress.)

teaser:

“I—” The words caught in his throat. Was Eddie playing dumb? He had to be, or messing with him, or something. Unable to decide if he was more ticked off or embarrassed, he flapped a hand dismissively. “I won’t mess it up this time, that’s all. Just a roadblock. A…big roadblock, but just a roadblock. I won’t let it hold me up for too long.” “Not trying to diminish what you’re struggling with, so don’t take this the wrong way, but dude…how is it your fault these letters are vague as hell? Nina’s been chewing on them for a year now. No one’s expecting you to have it figured it out in like, an hour.” Eddie hadn’t said it directly, but he didn’t need to. Even silent, it was loud enough already to be all Fabian could hear. Thinking you’re more special than the person literally called the Chosen One? Hello, Pride.

[askblueandviolet]

Do you think you be Mayor could’ve been better friends (orsomethingmore) under different circumstances?

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[gas-stxtion-a]

Closed starter for @triggerbigger :3c

It's late at night and the gas station is well and truly dead. Jack hasn't seen a customer for hours now, aside from the Kieffer currently sleeping at one of the booths inside. Normally, he would be delighted and looking forward to a night of smooth sailing.

Unfortunately, though, tonight seems as though it's going to be anything but.

Right now, Tony and Jack are out back while Jerry mans the front, looking in the trunk of Tony's car. In there is the corpse of a very, very dead Kieffer. It looks as though Kieffer's been dead for a few hours at most, his permanent expression of confused bewilderment still stuck on his face. He's almost making the same face as the other Kieffer currently alive and well in the store, which Jack might find funny in any other circumstance.

"I thought we were through with this," Jack says with an exhausted sigh. He looks up from the body and over at Tony, his face set in a frown. "Are you sure-"

"It was an accident," Tony says insistently. He looks just as tired and stressed as Jack is feeling as he runs a hand through his messy curls. "For real this time. Swear to God, Jack."

"I believe you, man. I just don't know how we're supposed to explain any of this to anyone. This is, what, the tenth time now?" Jack looks back at the corpse. "... Do you think Spencer would take this one back, too?"

Instead of replying, Tony abruptly slams the trunk of the car shut, nearly closing it on Jack's hand in the process. Immediately, Jack startles, looking at his friend with wide eyes.

"What the fuck-" he starts, only to be cut off.

"Hey!" Tony calls out, immediately putting on a charming smile as he leans back against his car and lifts a hand in a wave. Jack immediately comes to the conclusion that someone has found them and does his best to appear natural as well, though he doesn't turn to see who it is.

"Fancy seeing you here, sweetheart," Tony continues, clearly pleased to see the newcomer despite his nerves at being caught. "My, ah, coworker and I here are just taking care of something real quick."

"Yep," Jack confirms, still not turning around. "Nothing to worry about here. Just normal gas station stuff." He pretends not to notice the sharp look Tony quickly shoots his way.

[shefcked]

closed starter for @slumberpcrty

based on this and this from your tag

faceclaim requested is emily ratajkowski

she's not an idiot, and she's not blind. katya knew that otto had developed some kind of weird fascination with her. their parents had been married all of four months, but even when they were dating, kat could tell her now step-brother was fucked up and creepy. whatever, she didn't care when his sick obsession started. it's not like he was subtle about it, at least as far as katya could see. their parents? oblivious, to no-one's surprise. and maybe she could have discouraged it more, been a bit more careful not to lead him on or tease him- but it was her house now too, and if she wanted to walk around in her underwear and fuck herself with her toys in the privacy of her own room, than why should she care if every now and then he voyeur? but this was taking it a bit too far. slipping her panties up her thighs, half asleep and not paying attention only to feel them wet and sticky between her thighs, katya grit her teeth and stormed out of her room, bursting into otto's- "what the fuck is wrong with you?" she started, standing in his open doorway in a t-shirt and her soaked underwear. if she had thought about it, she should have changed into clean ones first before confronting him. but she hadn't thought about it, and now the feeling of his come sticking to her cunt made her cheeks flush with both annoyance, and arousal.

[ripely-pines]

‘ i’m never going back again ’ ( for matilda! ) — @hammurabicomplex. re : fleetwood mac's rumours sentence starters , accepting.

𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄��𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐘, the one that runs along the edge of a sharp blade. one of these days she fears her back will break for it — the others, she fears it might grow too easy. matilda is silent, watchful eyes scan the diner and its pleasantly hungry patrons: these things, the mundanity of a life by daylight, a special on the menu and a piece of pie to go, does not belong to her. not to patricia either — sure she knows this. but matt pays particular care not too let her gaze dwell too longer over the other, lest she feels scrutinized, prey stalked through unrevealed gazes. matilda can play her part with restraint, this is not hard. she pulls back — regrets the no smoking sign, wishes they’d picked a different venue for the meeting. sighs, takes a sip of coke, then finally looks at her.  ❝ what do you expect me to say ? ❞. matilda smiles.  ❝ he’ll be disappointed, but you know this. i’m not here to take you by force, anyway — it’s your choice. just an inconvenient one, i guess ❞.

she draws in a sharp breath, stretches her back with a restrained sigh — all of it aches. it’s not the aging but the clenching that wears down the armor. matt sighs, again, tired — leaves a fifty dollar bill on the table, then turns to the next table over like she’s suddenly feeling nauseous.  ❝ but whatever your decision, pat, can we talk about it outside ? i’m just about done with this place. ❞ reaching for her jacket, she begins standing up, nods to the front door. ❝ come on, let’s take a walk. i need a cigarette, and you look like you might use one too. ❞

[sunsetsoft]

📩 "keep your eyes on me. just focus on me. we're going to be okay." @breathandshadow 🔆 emotionally charged – accepting!

ellie did as he was told, eyes previously focused on the disarray behind the necromancer coming to gaze upon him. her mind was racing, chest heaving with heavy breathing. we're going to be okay. did he believe that, or were they just words to calm her down?

ellie remembered a conversation with emmrich, not too long ago, where she admitted that death didn't scare her, and he had confessed the opposite to be true for him. their proximity to death, though incredibly different in their practices, made the hypotheticals fun to discuss, but in this moment, in the face of being thrust into leadership, elinor realised there was perhaps more to her answer. his own death didn't scare him, but being responsible for others'? which was why she needed to know if emmrich's consolations were earnest.

soft hands took emmrich's forearms, steadying herself and considering whether to let the vulnerability show as varric's words of advice echoed in his mind.

"do you mean that? we're going to be okay?" he kept doing as he was told though, eyes unwavering in their gaze, hoping their shared connection to the mourn watch was enough to communicate what the mage was unable to find words to express.

[normaltothemax]

@whole-armies-turn-and-run liked for a playlist starter (accepting!)

He was talking about...something. She'd stopped paying attention a little while back, had gotten distracted by watching him. The large, grand gestures, the excitedness with which he spoke, the way he danced around the center console. Max had just been doomed from the start, hadn't she? She should have never stepped foot into that damned box of his, should have turned down the offer to go with him, because now?

She could hear the whispers from that little devil on her shoulder, stirring up trouble every time he took her hand. Could feel her heart flutter in her chest and her cheeks warm when he looked at her in that way of his—like he could see all of her at once and found her absolutely incredible, purely because she was just so human—despite knowing that she was far from the only one who received that look. She'd gone and done the most dangerous thing she could have: she'd fallen for the madman with a box.

She'd tried to hide from her emotions, tried to fight them, but there was no escape. Where was she supposed to go from here? She couldn't just tell him. That was completely out of the question. The smart thing to do would be to leave. To have him drop her off at home and cut contact. Go back to her boring old life and forget about him.

But every time she tried, she just couldn't follow through. Would open her mouth and the planned and practiced words fell away, something completely different coming out in their place. She needed to—

Oh shit. He was looking at her. Expecting some sort of response to whatever he'd just said. Goddammit.

"Uh...sorry, what?"

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