#and RAN with it

[eod-agent-13-12]

"Thank you so much. We'll try to be back as soon as we could. Come on, Nix. I'm sure she'll be quite upset if we miss dinner." He drags Nix away with a wave and hurried off.

The Late Night Embers

After an attack by a Zoraxis operative and a breakdown, Agent Bluenix (@brain-is-a-toaster) deals with Agent 13-12's stay in the recovery wing.

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"Smitten, what happened?"

Agent Smitten turned to Typhoon as he sat on the chairs outside.

"It was brown. Her blood is brown, Typhoon."

The younger agent's fist clenched, choosing to sit down beside him. "How did they... How did that happen?"

"Candlelight happened." He took a few breaths, staring out into the hallway.

Typhoon remained silent, staring at the older agent's heavy sighs.

"I was gone for a mission and this happened. It's... I don't know anymore. How's everyone?"

"Not good, if I'll be honest. I'm not going to see 13. Last time was rough. Too much."

He nodded, staring at the closed door, which soon opened to reveal Dr. Marcel. Some medical jargon was exchanged before Smitten was allowed inside.

"Flor... Are you in pain?" He sat beside her in the bed, passing a keychain with three buttons. The yellow light lit up after a few seconds. "I suppose you're in distress."

He refuses to look at them, trying not to remember the incident. "Here. Trevor sent a letter."

The envelope was soon opened and passed to him with TK. "They're too busy. But hey. At least you can threaten them with a hug cage when you get better." He chuckled, handing a basket to them. "From them. They seemed really worried about you."

The green light lit up immediately.

Agent Smitten chuckled, but turned his back on them like Orpheus leaving the underworld.

They reached out their hand, him accepting so their hands intertwined.

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"Hello? Bluenix? Are you still here?" Smitten knocked on the door of the bathroom after visiting hours passed. "Bluenix? Would you like to visit Flor tomorrow morning?"

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Agent Typhoon was carrying the report, choosing to bring them to Handler Blue (@blueorchid-95) tomorrow. She's currently preoccupied with her agent (@agent--shadow). His handler had been informed, now currently trying to stop a certain Crane from heading over in worry.

He's so exhausted, not only from his assignments in college or even the missions but emotionally. His friend fellow agent (@agentwraith) was just injured and now his universe's Agent Phoenix?

What's next? He'd rather not think about that right now.

His feet soon wandered to a the bundle of boxes as he looked for the oh so familiar white.

[omgeto]

Hey pretty 💗any thoughts on roommate geto ??? It’s been plaguing my mind ljke imagine getting to kno him cuz ur in the same dorm and go to same uni and ur like freinds but he’s always got sexy undertones and one they u get drunk together and end up making out idkkkk ahhh

I feel like it would be such a cute series lmao, ngl I think I’ve been reading too many college au fics lmao

roommate!geto who just so happens to waiting to have a shower everytime you seem to be finishing yours. secretly hoping that towel falls ever so slightly, so that he could see more of your flesh.

"oh i didn't know you were in the shower," he says coyly, his lustful eyes roaming your water covered body, staring at anything but your face. he always manages to slightly brush past you, as he steps into the bathroom, the small contact alone sending blood rushing straight to his dick. and whilst he's in the shower, aggressively pumping his dick to the image of you, picturing you in their with him as he drowns in your pussy the shower head spraying water over the both of you.

but unbeknownst to him, you're listening at the door, smiling at hearing him moan and groan out your name as he gets off to you.

[silvantransthranduiltrash]

Silvans have a Halloween

So, silvans have a celebration of everything spooky and scary. it's not called Halloween, obviously, it's called OtherEve.

basically, the idea behind this was that, for once, they would not be afraid of the monsters in the dark or the monsters they fight, but rather that they control this fear and become what they are afraid of.

It is tradition during this night to dress up as something you are not, it doesn't necessarily have to be scary (though that is encouraged), but you can't dress up as something you are on a normal day.

Nowadays it's more fun, but it really was started in order to gain control over their fears.

there is a performance put on, it's usually different every year, its sole purpose is to frighten and shock the audience. the idea is that, by making this night of fright fun, the silvans (especially the warriors) won't drown in negativity and stress and fear their real life often is enthralled with.

[au-not-alternate]

guess who remembered he owns markers (sorry for the low quality my phone REFUSED to take a good picture of it)

[iris19x]

Every time I ran from the cops I thought of you.

He might as well have said “Gwen, I love you.”

Because that’s basically what he did say!

[reijndeers]

norwich fans trying to steal carlos already please the match barely finished 😭

[ahyesfish]

dp fic idea?

danny is completely fine after the portal accident, sure his friends seem to think that means the exact opposite but really he’s fine and once you factor in the eldritch horror seeping into both forms not being affected starts to make a little more sense to everyone else 

[helenrira]

Another Pride headcanon for blorbo!!

Avdol as a Trans man, Demisexual and Gay 🧡

[morningstargirl666]

Me, seeing that one comment on my fic months ago saying how Klaus is pathetic in TBBW because he's always fawning over Caroline, (among other reasons), fully knowing what I just wrote for chapter 33 and 34 was going to happen:

[useless-sideblog1]

Excuse me sir but do you have a LICENCE to give me a boner?

[gaeasun]

 The walls and floors are covered in names, all in Fox’s cramped script, all looking as though they’d been burned into the building with a lightsaber. The names repeat, over and over, blanketing every surface: Remedy. Hedge. Hemlock. Pansy. Cave.  

Hey. Hey @calamity-aims . why do you got to do this to me every time

[sinnabunii]

I spent my entire day baking sweets and bread, day well spent 

[ysaona]

[supine-ly]

Natural selection at its finest

[whump-it-like-its-hot]

So earlier in art class today, someone drew a characters hands in their pockets and mentioned that hands are really like the ultimate end boss of art, and most of us wholeheartedly agreed. So then, our teacher went ahead and free handed like a handful of hands on the board, earning a woah from a couple of students. So the one from earlier mentioned how it barely took the teacher ten seconds to do what I can’t do in three hours. And you know what he responded?

“It didn’t take me ten seconds, it took me forty years.”

And you know, that stuck with me somehow. Because yeah. Drawing a hand didn’t take him fourth years. But learning and practicing to draw a hand in ten seconds did. And I think there’s something to learn there but it’s so warm and my brain is fried so I can’t formulate the actual morale of the lesson.