#and an avie if you care about those

[adobe-outdesign]

I think we all need to step back and acknowledge how funny the Wheel of Monotony is

Like yeah there's a wheel of monotony. yes it takes like 2–9 hours to stop spinning. no the prizes aren't good. have fun

[churchyardvampire]

why are xtian witches so fucking obsessed with everyone agreeing with the idea that you can be both a xtian and a witch.

I s2g its like xtians can't even PROCESS the concept that people might disagree with them and it's not some huge conspiracy where everyone's out to be mean to them

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Avy jorrāelan

req: full request here.

warnings: smut, canon typical targaryen incest, male! brother!reader, bottom!r, top!jace, this is longer than i expected, smut with plot, hand job

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As much as you adored your brother, he had always been distant. When growing up, he didnt do much with you, always off training or something. But he was always sweet, and kind to you when you were together. You remembered many fond moments you shared during your childhood with the boy.

You’re not quite sure when this innocent crush on him started. For most of your life, you had only been around your family, clinging to Jace most of all, following him around like a lost puppy. You grew up around him, you knew him more than anyone else had. You only wanted to serve him, to be loved by him.

Jacaerys was none the wiser about your infatuation with him, of course, he was always confused by the sudden gifts that sometimes flooded his room, the compliments, the staring, and the affection you showed him. He brushed it off as an innocent fascination and adoration from his brother.

Jace didn’t know that everything he said to you replayed in your mind constantly, overthinking every little word and sentence he uttered, breaking the sentences apart to understand what he had meant. Jace didn't know that you held onto every little crumb of affection he gave you, that those crumbs had given you more hope that perhaps your brother shared the same love for you as you did him.

And so, as the war began, time passed and lives were ended, the council talked and talked about alliances they could make and how. That is when they came up with an idea that for some reason, infuriated Jace. 

“Prince Jacaerys, sir, he’s old enough to be wed, and this alliance would help, I do not see why n-” one protested, thinking the idea to be a rather smart one.

Jace shook his head before interrupting the man. “I do not want to hear about it anymore. There has to be better options.” He ignored the odd look that Rhaenyra gave him, turning his head the other way. 

Later that night, in his bed. He sat staring at his high ceiling, wondering over and over why he cared so much about whether you should be married off or not. Nothing he did distracted him from his thoughts, and he struggled deeply to sleep, tossing and turning throughout the entire night.

The next morn, you walked with one goal in your mind. With the war raging on and people counting on you all, you knew what you had to do. You breathed heavily as you stepped into the dragonpit, Silverwing in the middle.

You took a deep breath, walking closer and closer to the large silver dragon. She huffed in your face, staring curiously at you. You had decided that she would be the best dragon, because she tend to be more docile and kinder to strangers.

You had lessons as a child on how to claim a dragon, just never made no actual effort to claim one. But you knew that today was the day. Her tail whipped around, you yelping, ducking under it so that it didn’t crush you and fling you to the walls.

“Y/n!” You heard a voice shout from behind you, your brother. You didn’t glance back at him, gulping before you attempted to mount her, putting your hands on her sides, gently petting her.

“Lykirī.” You murmured to her, watching her head stare at you, move closer to your figure. You shut your eyes, feeling her hot breath near your face. Your breathing was erratic, and you knew you had to calm down before you did anything.

The creature let out a loud roar, you slightly stumbling back, but regaining your balance. You turned to the dragon now, staring at her, your brother far behind standing with Rhaenyra. “Lykirī.” You repeated to the dragon.

Rhaenyra held out a hand in front of the boy, like he made an attempt to get you away from the dragon.

You turned your attention back to the dragon, large beady eyes staring into yours. You calmed your breathing, reminding yourself that this dragon would help your mother, would help your brother. And that was all the reason you needed.

You took a deep breath, slowly climbing on top of the dragon, who let out quieter noises now, still following your every move. You mounted the dragon successfully, smiling widely as you stared down at her. You grabbed onto the reins at her sides tightly.

“Sovès.” You told her, and she took off into the air. With the wind in your hair, and the clouds below you, you felt peace. That was until you went back onto the ground, your smile falling when you hopped off of silverwing, being met face to face with Jace, who didn’t look as happy as your mother did.

She spoke a congratulations, Jace glaring at you and not speaking a word until you both were alone, and he gripped your arm, pulling you aside.

"What were you thinking?" he asked urgently, his furrowed brow revealing his frustration. You stood there, confused, unable to understand why he was so upset.

“Wh- what? Why are you mad?” You asked the boy, shoving his arm off of you. He huffed, glancing around.

“Because, that was an incredibly dangerous thing to do. You didn’t even think to tell us? To tell me? You just marched on in here! You could’ve gotten hurt! What if we hadn’t been there and something happened? I would’ve never been able to forgive myself!”

“I wanted you to be happy for me, proud of me!” You scoffed, folding your arms over your chest, trying to fight the tears that dared to fall.

“It was stupid, y/n. Gods, why must you be so…”

You looked at the boy, the tears falling once you couldn’t help it anymore. “So what, Jace?”

“Nevermind.” He sighed, shaking his head, glancing down at the floor and avoiding your teary eyes. He hated when you cried, but now he had no one to blame but himself.

“Say it!” You told him, bringing your hand up and shoving his shoulder. “Say it! I’m so what, Jace? I’m stupid?”

“Your decisions are stupid.”

You bitterly laughed at his response, shaking your head. “I am stupid. I am utterly stupid for thinking that you would be happy for me.” You mumbled, he attempted to stop you when you turned, hearing his shout your name.

The next few days, you sulked around, everyone had noticed it, and was confused at your odd behavior. You hadn’t talked to Jace since then, avoiding him like the plague. You simply glanced at each other when you were at the table, but not uttering a word.

Jace had enough. The silence between the both of you was killing him. You being upset over him was killing him. So, he took a deep breath, before quietly knocking on your door, as to not wake or disturb anyone else.

You walked over to the door, opening it and peeking out. You opened it more upon seeing Jace.

“What?” You murmured to the boy, not quite wanting to see him.

“Can you come out?”

Your eyebrows raised, tilting your head in confusion. “W-what?”

“Please. Just come out of your room. I’m worried about you.”

“Don’t be.” You responded.

“I have our dragons ready for us.”

This piqued your curiosity, you opening the door wider. “Why?”

“I thought we should go out and fly.” He shrugged, glancing around. “Come on.”

You sighed, silently closing the door behind you and following Jace outside, where Silverwing and Vermax sat, waiting for you both to mount them.

You shook your head, smiling at your brothers idea.

“Does anyone know?” You asked him quietly. He smiled back at you, shaking his head, walking over to Vermax while you walked to Silverwing, both of you mounting the dragons at the same time.

You held onto the reins, glancing at your brother as you spoke to your dragon. “Sovès.”

You took off into the sky, your brother not far behind. After you were above the clouds, you stopped her, and you were drifting now. Jace caught up, your dragons side by side.

“I’m sorry for how I acted. The other day.” He told you, you turning to face him. His face looked guilty, like he had held his regrets.

“I am sorry as well.” You admitted.

“Don’t be. It was me who was being unreasonable.” He shrugged, small smile gracing his features now.

As he stared at you, and you stared back, Jacaerys had come to a realization. He was in love with you. That’s what’s been eating at him forever. He’s kept his feelings down in his chest, pushing them away anytime the thought came up. He realized it now.

You swallowed, turning to face the sky again. His gaze remained on you. You both talked, about honestly everything and anything you could. You had missed his smile, his laughter. Your heart was slowly mending back together with each moment you had with the boy.

After a while of talking and riding both dragons, you both landed outside, handing the dragons back to the dragon keepers outside. You both laughing as you ran down the halls, you opening your room doors after sneaking past some guards.

Your brother stood in front of you, leaning in your doorway when you entered. You quirked an eyebrow at the boy, he swallowed, stepping closer to you, his hands going to your face.

Your mouth went agape when his hands cupped your cheeks, his eyes boring into yours. You slowly leaned in, shutting your eyes, his lips meeting yours halfway.

You both melted into the kiss. He closed the doors behind him, gently pushing your further into the room, and then onto your bed.

His hand was on the small of your back, he panted for air when he pulled away, looking down at you underneath his body. You smiled up at the boy, heart racing at what was about to come.

His pace was slow once he was inside of you, you clutching tightly onto his back, holding his body closer to yours. You let out grunts and groans, both your noises filling up the room.

“I love you.” He mumbled to you, the confession making his heart feel lighter. You looked at the boy with all the adoration and love he swears he’s ever felt.

“Avy jorrāelan.” You replied softly, his eyes searching yours. His hand went down too your cock, you letting out a moan. He leaned down, pushing his mouth onto yours again as he began to tug at your member, your pre-cum falling onto his hands.

“I’ve wanted you for so long.” He muttered against your shoulder blade, kissing the skin there as well. His breath fell hot on it.

“I’ve waited longer for you.” You chuckled lowly, feeling his lips quirk up into a smile against your shoulders.

“Mayhaps.” He breathed out, feeling that familiar coil build in his stomach. You looked down where you both connected, before looking back at him.

“Jace…” you cried out at a particular thrust, his hands working at your cock faster.

“I know, I know.” He sighed out, feeling his release close as well. He placed a kiss on your collarbone, shooting his cum inside you with a groan, and yours spilling onto his hand.

[tarotwithavi]

An appreciation letter for you

Not a reading you asked for but a reading you needed 😛

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Pile 1

Hey lovely rose

I wanted to take a moment to share something with you that I've observed and truly appreciate about you. Your presence is truly magnetic, and it's not just because of one particular trait, but rather a combination of several remarkable qualities that you possess.

First of all , your determination is inspiring. Your unwavering commitment to your goals and your ability to push through challenges is truly admirable. You never give up, and that's something that sets you apart. Your hardworking nature is evident in everything you do. I've seen how you consistently put in the effort and go the extra mile to achieve excellence. Your work ethic is truly remarkable and inspiring to those around you.

But it's not just your hard work that impresses me. Your intellect shines through in the way you approach problems and find innovative solutions. You have a keen mind and the ability to grasp complex concepts effortlessly. It's truly remarkable to witness your intelligence. Your never-ending curiosity is another aspect of your personality that I find incredibly magnetic. Your thirst for knowledge, your eagerness to explore new ideas, and your willingness to constantly learn and grow are truly remarkable qualities. It's infectious and inspires others to embrace curiosity as well.

Moreover, your love for your work is evident to anyone who interacts with you. You pour your heart and soul into what you do, and that passion resonates with those around you. It's a joy to witness someone who genuinely loves what they do and brings that enthusiasm to everything they undertake.

I hope you understand that all these qualities combined make you an extraordinary individual. Your presence is not only felt but cherished. You inspire those around you and create an environment that people are drawn to. I wanted to take a moment to acknowledge and appreciate all these qualities in you. All these qualities contribute to making you an incredible person. Keep shining brightly, because your magnetic presence truly makes a difference.

Thank you for being such an inspiration for me and the people around you.

Avi

Pile 2

Hey apple pie

I hope this message finds you well. I wanted to take a moment to express something that has been on my mind. Your remarkable qualities have always struck me, and I feel it's important to share my admiration with you.

Firstly, your capacity for forgiveness and maturity is truly extraordinary. The way you handle difficult situations and extend understanding to others is both admirable and rare. Your ability to let go of grudges and embrace forgiveness with an open heart is truly magnetic.

Your ethereal beauty goes far beyond physical appearances. It emanates from within you, reflecting the kindness and compassion that resides in your soul. Your genuine care and concern for people, regardless of their background or circumstances, is a testament to your remarkable character.

I've always been fascinated by your ability to strike a balance between your logical and emotional sides. You approach challenges and decision-making with a rational mindset while remaining attuned to your emotions. This makes you incredibly magnetic, as you have a unique ability to connect with others on both intellectual and heartfelt levels.

Another quality that sets you apart is your alacrity, always ready to embark on new adventures and embrace life's opportunities. Your adventurous spirit and willingness to step out of your comfort zone make you magnetic to others who are inspired by your zest for life.

Lastly, your innocence and pure heart are like a breath of fresh air. In a world that can sometimes be jaded, your genuine and kind nature shines through. Your actions and words reflect your true character, and that authenticity is truly magnetic.

I wanted to let you know that your presence and these extraordinary qualities have a profound impact on those around you, including myself. You are a true inspiration, and I'm grateful to have you in my life.

With heartfelt admiration,

Avi

Pile 3

Dear bossy pumpkin

I wanted to take a moment to express something that has been on my mind. Your presence is undeniably attractive, and it's not just because of your physical appearance, but rather a combination of remarkable qualities that make you truly captivating.

Your passion for life is infectious. Your enthusiasm for embracing new experiences, pursuing your dreams, and living each day to the fullest is truly inspiring. It's refreshing to be around someone who radiates such vibrant energy and makes others feel alive. Your creative mind is a gift that sets you apart. The way you think outside the box, find innovative solutions, and bring fresh ideas to the table is truly remarkable. Your creativity adds a unique and exciting dimension to every conversation and endeavor.

Your maturity is evident in the way you carry yourself and handle situations. You possess a sense of wisdom and understanding that goes beyond your years. Your thoughtful perspective and ability to navigate life's complexities with grace and composure are truly impressive. Knowing your self-worth is an incredibly attractive quality. You recognize your own value, and that confidence shines through in everything you do. Your self-assuredness is magnetic and draws others towards you, as they see the strength and self-belief you embody.

Beneath your seemingly cold exterior lies a beautifully soft and caring interior. Your ability to show vulnerability, empathy, and kindness to those close to you is a testament to the depth of your character. It's captivating to witness someone with such depth and emotional intelligence.

Please know that your presence has a profound impact on those around you. Your captivating qualities draw people towards you, and your genuine nature makes them feel seen and valued. You have a remarkable ability to leave a lasting impression on those who have the privilege of knowing you.

With utmost admiration and respect,

Avi

I am working on improving my English after my second last pick a card being a whole mess. 💀💀

Hope you like it!!

[thejockout]

Subject Diaries #0.5 - Jockout the Subject, Part 2

(okay this is the last edging post of this series lol)

Last time I discussed my history/beliefs around masculinisation and erotic TF hypnosis, just to give a foundation of how I think about this stuff.

NOW to get into the slightly juicier details; what am I into, and what have I achieved so far with hypnosis?

WELL. What I'm into is an interesting question; and it's changed a lot in the last 2-3 years. If you'd asked me then what I was into, the answer was a fairly limited range of hypnosis: I was into "dumb jock" style brainwashing... and not much else. I didn't do a lot with either sub/dom-coded files, and had yet to discover several of my major kinks! It's kind of weird looking back at how little I used to be into, tbh. But I feel like that's often the way with kinks, they kinda spread over time.

For hypnosis, my current core interests are the following:

Masculinisation - specifically shit like changes in media consumption, physical mannerisms like manspreading or gait, and attitude adjustments. This blurs the line with the next point, but really just covers the whole gamut of a "bro" or "jock" type personality, and is the primary thing I've been into for years.

Dumbing Down - this was a kink I was very on again/off again with for a while before finding my balls and embracing it wholeheartedly. Like many subs, I used to really fear being "Permanently Dumbed Down" and losing skills and traits I need for work/my ambitions. But that's not a realistic fear and not really how hypnosis works, so now I embrace it pretty wholeheartedly. Nothing hotter than coming out of trance unable to spell or think straight. I love seeing the changes in my communication that come from it, and the actual feeling of hypnosis-induced brain fog. (And, being seen as a dumbass is a big kink too, and a nice ongoing goal.) Also included here is the whole subcategory of like, wanting to be malleable and easily hypnotisable, wanting to be someone who drops like a stone and is super impacted by suggestion. I've got some friends who come to mind when I talk about that, and it's always hot to see how easily they sink.

Corruption - this is sort of a broader, underpinning kink to the rest of the stuff I'm into; but it's a desire I have to want to be changed, to have someone coy and sly and sneaky manipulate me into changing in ways most would consider "for the worse." Making me dumber, more single-minded, more narcissistic, more self-indulgent. Fuck, bro. I get off on the idea of someone making me into their personal monster... especially if it goes a little too far from their POV and they can't walk it back. This underpinning desire for corruption is sort of what fuels my love of Dumbing Down and, in recent years, super Dom-coded Toxic Alpha type hypno generally. It's play I think you need to be careful with, but I've been having a good time so far and don't think I'd have ever started making files like Brute if I hadn't gone in that direction myself.

I listen to files outside these three themes, but generally they need to have at least one for me to be into them, and the best tick all three boxes.

I briefly listed a few files I'd listened to a bunch in my previous Diaries post; those being Jack Drago's Masculine Conditioning series, Avis' Sapiens general catalog, and Rigsby's Absolute Jock. I've probably listened to 100s of hours of both the MC-series and Avis' work. My time on Absolute Jock was a looot lower, but tis the best of the old guard of jock files on WarpMyMind. Overall, it's a lot of time to have dedicated to this kinda hypno! So you'd expect to see some results, right?

...Yeeeahhh, well, I'm still kind of a Work In Progress on that front. I have seen results, but I held myself back with anxiety and overthinking (about hypnosis) for years of this, so I've really only started to show change in the last year or so. That being said, the years of repeated conditioning have done a number on me lol.

EFFECTS I'VE SEEN

Successful Media Brainwashing - I did the unthinkable and successfully made myself a sports fan via hypnosis. It's kinda weird. For years I really struggled to even get through a game; then with hypnosis, I gradually started to just get suuper horny when I watched sports instead, which wasn't really any better because I'd just jerk off and lose interest. But sometime in the last two years, I kinda just got into it gradually and now watch for authentic, general interest. This was a real pipe dream at 17 when I envied how all the jock-types in my class could be totally absorbed and single-minded watching or playing a game, but I ended up getting there in the end! Not American so don't watch American Football/basketball/baseball or whatever, but I like rugby/hurling/F1 ✌️I credit this to Jack Drago's work, specifically Files 2 and 4 of the MC series; Manly Media Bubble and Male Oriented Interests.

General Personality Change - this is a WIP suggestion, but it's been interesting seeing myself change over the last 12 months especially. I've become a lot more dominant, confident, cocky, and even self-centered especially in online kink type contexts. IRL, I've just become more dominant and less willing to take shit; but that's only ever a good thing. It's interesting Because the nature of this kind of change, which happens so slowly over time, is that it can be difficult to look back and see the points where you used to behave differently. But sometimes like... especially since doing Douchebag-type files, sometimes I'll criticise someone or make fun of something and get a surprised reaction from a friend who wasn't expecting me to take it that far. And it always makes me feel a little good to surprise them in that way, to violate their expectations of how Nice I should be. I'm always Nice to them, and to anyone decent, but you've really gotta make me WANT to treat you well to get that now. Some people will read this and feel annoyed, or roll their eyes, but I kinda don't care. It's what I'm into. It's what I've GOTTEN into. (It's all Avis' fault really tbh.)

Libido Increase - this was a slow creeping change overtime, but went from getting off maybe 1x a day/5x a week or so to probably getting off 3x a day currently. Got a lot better at thinking with my dick and am super easy to make horny, which helps feed into the next suggestion on the list;

Dumbing Down - this is the suggestion I've had the MOST recent breakthrough with. For the month of January, I listened daily to @hyphyphurray's Muscle Boy file, interspersed with his Happy Horny Himbo and @avissapiens' Intellect Drain. Dumbing Down was always something I'd struggled to conceptualise hypnotically, but I had a perspective shift this month as to what dumbing FEELS LIKE on an ongoing basis. While under some mild post-trance haze, I wrote this snippet about it in preparation for the post a week ago:

(Don't worry, I'll summarise it.)

The tl;dr of that message is that I realised "permanent" dumbing would feel less like brain fog/tipsiness, and more like apathy towards intellectual topics. It's a priority shift, or a behavioural change; not a magic finger plucking facts out of your brain so you forget the answers. It's sort of like it just fucks with your desire to know things/answer questions instead. The information might still be there, if you hunt; but why would you? Who cares, bro? Does it even matter?

Since making that perspective shift, it's like a few years of dumbing has crept in all at once, and it's been super interesting. I'm not going to over dramatise it (I'm desperate NOT to become an RP-type blog with this) because in contexts like writing, schoolwork, etc., I think just as clearly and easily. But in leisure contexts, in hypnosis, just in chatting with bros... I feel that intellectual apathy creep in allll the time. Trying to think of an answer to something and just giving up two seconds in, because "it's easier not to think about it." Trying to remember something and quitting because "if it was that important, I'd have remember." Letting my typos and message flubs sit because "they can figure it out lol" and not over analysing whether everything I say is totally coherent or rich.

I understand the irony of me speaking in huge depth about this here, when what I'm saying is that I'm thinking less. But like I said, it's kinda contextual. If anyone was interested, I'd consider writing a hornier post under the influence of trance sometime so the difference can be seen, but right now... I'm just taking this a little more formally, I guess? Idk, I'm torn between wanting it to be pseudo-educational and also just having made myself horny writing so much about dumbing, and when I'm horny I REALLY feel that haze start to creep in and I kinda wanna just stop this an edge or something and go do anything else that's more fun 🥴

So in the spirit of the post, I'm gonna go do that.

JANUARY WRAP-UP

For the month of January, most of what I listened to were Hyphyphurray's files listed above (the number in green = the number of times I listened to them). They are paid files, but they're well worth the price, and I recommend them to anyone into this shit. I also listened to Avis' Intellect Drain 5-6 times as a supplement because I love how that just makes my brain turn off for a while.

Not sure atm what I'm gonna listen to through February, I've bounced between Muscle Boy and Avis' Toxic Douchebag Alpha a few times so far but will likely commit to one track for the month.

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This is post #2 of my broader Subject Diaries series, a blog series I plan to maintain on a fortnightly/monthly basis updating people on what I've been listening to, files I've been enjoying, and effects I've been experiencing. When I'm not trancing, I'm usually off being a mystical forest bro in the wilderness of Ireland, but I am always available for commissions here on Tumblr/Soundcloud if you reach out via DM. My flat rate is currently $55-80, but you can always check my pinned post for more up-to-date info. You can also support me with a one-time tip either via Paypal or Ko-Fi, but you'll have to DM for the first.

[reinekes-fox]

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Grey Swan I - Birds of a Rose

The Divine Flock. Some call them crazy, some even dangerous. Some even say the cult is hiding dark secrets. But, in all your life you have yet to find one. After all you should know should there be any dark secrets: you are a member after all! A member, not only of the Divine Flock, but also of the Avis Academy, the best school the cult has. Your life is quiet and follows a strict routine, at least until two Strays from the outside, the normal, world are allowed in the normally so closed off grounds and as a newly appointed Wing it is your job to keep an eye on one of them. With their arrival some of those dark secrets may finally come to light…

You ARE not playing as a BIRD!!!

New demo https://dashingdon.com/play/wolv/grey-swan---birds-of-a-rose/mygame/

Old demo https://dashingdon.com/go/13119

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Dark Academia.

Moniker for MC: Wing MC.

Genderselectable MC: cis male or female, trans male or female. However due to growing up in a cult, MC wont know that trans is a thing/what it means, this is something MC can learn about. The same goes for sexual orientation: play as gay, bi, straight, aroace or ace, but be prepared for consequences.

Pick your level of devotion: be a devout follower of the teachings of the Divine Flock, reject it partly or wholly, or simply not care. All of it will have consequences.

Choose one of various school clubs, your volery, and get an unique storyline. Ranging from dance to school security, to managing your social media page.

Important people: Your flock, a group of younger pupils you were responsible for before the Strays arrived. You may not be their Wing on paper anymore, but you still hold a special place in their heart! They do miss you and are looking forward giving you a present on your birthday!

Your volery: whichever volery you joined, you are going to met pupils that are just as enthusiastic about your chosen interest as you are! Some more than others.

Your parents. It’s another question if the relationship between you is good, but important it surely is!

ROs: Fuchsia King

Chase Watson

Wing Droznik Juschka

Astor Rapace

-only for Owls: Wing Astoria Rapace

-only for Peacocks: Marter

-only for Swans: Elrond/Estelle Falkenflug

-Vampire route: Sebastian Voss

-AMAB Raven RO: Marcel Rabenschlag

-Heron RO: Amelia Fern

Grey Swan II - Hawks and Doves

Unless otherwise stated you are playing as a normal human! Two legs, two arms, internal organs, hopefully a brain too. We will see how much of this organ stays intact after state propaganda, will we?

Someone once said that you were the most happiest youth in the world after the Great Heartbeat, that had shattered the old world. Earlier you would have agreed in a heartbeat, wearing the light green uniform of your state youth organisation. But now? When war has come to Avistrions shores and news reels show only destruction ?

Choose your gender, way of thinking and stance while growing up in a religious dictatorship on the giant island Avistrion. Be a devout follower of the Divine Flock, the only thing that survived the earthquake that devastated the earth. Or be the Vulture, trying to rip it to shreds, while wearing the badge of youth leadership… where will you be when war strikes your so closed off country? Which side will you be on when it ends? Will you even survive long enough to see the outcome?

Moniker for MC: Fugol MC.

ROs

Agon Falkenflug Adler/Weihe Habichtklau

Johanna/Nikola Arra

Grey Swan III - Wisteria Birds

Wisteria Birds (fantasy, drama, angst)! Currently on pause.

You are beautiful, trained in art and music. You are deadly, trained in the unique weapons that no one except you can use. You are dying. Kept alive by the very same thing that keeps you save from others abusing their power over you… You have no rights. But you can do whatever you want, even kill, without having to fear any consequences. You are the most pleasant death that anyone can wish for. You are an artwork. And all you are supposed to be is look pretty, show of your owners wealth. But oh, you could become so much more…

You play as a highly specialised trained entertainer… an Artwork, expensive companion to the rich and noble ones in Aklant, a country with rigid rules and unspoken laws, strict class divide and obsessed with anything that shows how rich they are… or at least let them appear rich. Artworks themselves are outside of this all, freed from all those social chains, but not seen as human… maybe its time to change that? Or leave the status quo as it is, up to you!

Moniker for MC: Artwork MC.

ROs:

Fauconniers, your potential buyers:

Chevalier Armand Sanson Alexandre Desrosier Others, you may work together with one or more of them? “Mouette” Sanglant du Verdier

You have been a Hound, the human companion of a vampire, for years.

Until you find yourself among the undead and masterless after a night where everything went wrong… leaving you with no other choice but to move back in with your parents.

ROs (will expand)

Theo Grimm

Agent Rosa Caleb

Marian Viorel

Citadel of dancing birds

Ghibli inspired! Mainly Howls moving castle.

You play someone from our world who ends up in another world! Since this is an aspect I greatly enjoyed in the book and was really sad they didnt include in the movie, there will be chances of jumping between the worlds (and of course becoming a magician too!).

ROs, some are locked into specific magic combinations:

Opera Job and changing into Animals: Santu Cajarin

Changing into Animals: Rosalind Eagledancer

In planning:

-Grey Swan VI - Fallen Dove

-Grey Swan - Birds of a broken mirror

Sth with magicians

Pet projects:

-Unwind Dystology IF

-sth inspired by my fav dojinshi series from like a decade ago

-sth inspired by stranger things and stephen king

[diabetesnscoliosis]

So are we just going to ignore how KJK herself shares company with far right men, refused to condemn the nazis showing up to her event with signs about “groomers” and proceeded to be incredibly classist in her other tours around australia? KJK has so many proven ties with the far right.

She probably didn’t intend for them to show up of course, but we can’t ignore context that led to this whole thing happening.

Because of the pandemic far right extremism has risen in my city. You can look up who KJK makes time for with her far right friends. These things didn’t happen in a vacuum.

[cat-angel-936]

What if Chris will work with Zach?

Part Finaly

"What did you and your brother talk about?" The raven-haired one asked seriously, with that shrill tone that characterized Zach a while ago. Chris looked at him out of the corner of his eye in an indifferent manner or that he was trying to seem like "nothing" he responded without looking at his face and with a trembling voice. Zach quickly changed his attitude and approached Chris carefully and placed a hand on his shoulder so that he could understand that everything is fine. In response, Chris placed one of his hands, sipping hers, and looked at him over her shoulder. Although he didn't smile at her, she could see a certain gratitude in his eyes, which made the Varmitech happy.

"Let's prepare for that race, I'm sure we will win!" Zach said enthusiastically, spreading that euphoria to the inexplicable assistant, who nodded repeatedly.

"Well, then it will be better to be prepared, Sir," he said with a wink and they both went to prepare what was necessary for that race.

....

Aviva skated back and forth with boxes, erasers, materials and from time to time stopping at the computer to type something, leaving the rest of the crew confused who did not understand what the inventor was doing "this goes here, this goes here." *typing sound* and that's it!" She gave a final click and a blue disk came out, with an Oryx symbol on the center.

"Guys come closer" she asked excitedly.

"What's wrong Aviva?" The one in the blue suit asked when he saw the emotion in his partner's eyes.

"Yeah, what is that Avi?" Koki asked affectionately, approaching her.

"I'm glad you asked, this is the Animal Power Disc, with this Martin will transform into an Oryx and we will win that race!" She explained excitedly, Martin stood up and took the record in her hands "do you think Chris was excited about me?" He asked in a discouraged tone, Aviva nodded with a small smile and patted him on the shoulder.

"I'm sure it is," she said, comforting her friend. "I'm sorry that your part of the plan didn't work out as you expected."

"It's okay, it was to be expected, it had been a long time and Chris is still affected by what happened"

"And what happened?" Jimmy asked, somewhat curious.

"that's not important now!" She responded seriously, surprising everyone with that unusual drastic change of attitude in "let's just sit in the race, what do I have to do?" He asked looking at the inventor who looked at him with a look determined to win.

"Well MK this is what we are going to do, you will agree to run, I will guide you and together we will win this race and free the Oryx from those...from Zach and your brother!"

"And we will support them!" The mechanic exclaimed, hugging Aviva with excitement while everyone started laughing.

The time of the competition had arrived and the two inventors were preparing

"Be careful," he told him the secret. Zach smiled at him, climbing onto his hand and said, "Don't worry, green boy, it will only be a simple race." He responded nonchalantly.

"It's not your competition that worries me, I worry that they will attract predators with the race" he said, noticing anger in his usual tone of voice.

"And that's why we have the zachbots, calm down and enjoy the race, Chris" I wink at him and he just rolls his gaze in annoyance.

"Excuse me, brother," said the older man in blue, somewhat embarrassed. Chris looked at him and raised an eyebrow, making Martin feel uncomfortable. "Can I touch the Oryx?"

"Hey?" But the grimace was all that the youngest of the brothers could say, but his boss responded with an affirmative "Sure Martin, but for what?"

"You'll see, place disk, touch the Oryx, activate animal power!" And said and done when saying those last words Martin activated the suit and transformed into an Oryx surprising the two boys next to him.

"wow!" They said in unison, the one in the black vest expressed his emotion that almost seemed like he was expressing himself for both of them while the most that could be seen of the one in the green tie were his big caramel eyes that were staring at his brother.

"Haha, it seems like you liked it," the short-haired girl said in a mocking tone and proceeded to get on the blue Oryx. "I'm ready, Zach."

"Ah yes, me too," said the aforementioned, recovering the compost and getting into position with his opponent. "So that's what the vests were for, I thought it was a kind of uniform or bulletproof vest."

"Use the same material as the bulletproof vest to make the suits"

"Alright, listen up everyone," announced Chris placed twelve in front of the *race track*, spreading out a map, "the race will consist of a long block passing through the termite mound, continuing past Lion Rock and ending at the tree. with the red saint, the first one who manages to take it wins, do you understand?"

"Yes" Both imbentors said and Martin who seemed to be the most nervous there "don't worry Martin, I know we will win" Aviva told him with confidence.

"Don't pay attention to him Fuzz, I trust you" Zach whispered in the Oryx's ear so that they wouldn't hear him.

"Fuzz?" Aviva asked, somewhat amused.

"What!? It's a good name" he replied embarrassed

"ON THEIR MARKS" the youngest Kratt drew attention "Ready" the participants stood in position "Get out!" And both teams ran off without giving Chris time to run, leaving him spinning around and falling silent on the ground "ugh..."

"Sorry Chris!" The three of them apologized and continued with the race.

Chris just shook his head and walked towards the two bulls that came with his brother and Aviva. "Hi, I'm Jimmy."

"Hello," he gave a simple wave and looked at the zachbot screen where he could see the race better.

Both competitors were running and stepping on each other's tails but Varmitech had the clear advantage as it was Martin's first time wearing the animal suit. He still couldn't get used to this new form and this was starting to bother Aviva since Zach was getting too far ahead.

"Faster Martin!" I order annoying

"I'm sorry, Aviva, I'll try to do better," he responded sadly and increased the speed of his walk to catch up with the other.

"And how long have you been working with Zach?" Jimmy asked, looking away from the screen a little.

"It's been a while now, it's going to be 4-5 years"

"Wow, it's a long time, we're kind of new hehe"

"I'm sure they'll plow it well"

"Jimmy, take a moment," Koki asked, doing it to her, leaving the redhead somewhat confused.

"What's wrong Koki?" I ask in a whisper

"I don't want you to talk to that boy," the shorter one ordered, leaving her with a lost look, contrary to the impression.

"What? But why?" She complained "if he is Martin's younger brother"

"And what? They're fighting, plus he's an enemy, don't trust him" They looked at each other annoyed but the conversation ended there and they prepared to continue watching Oryx's race.

Zach and Aviva had already passed the mound of dirt and were quickly heading towards the lion rock, although at the time they checked the spot no lions had been seen, Chris had to believe that the male lion could appear out of nowhere and wanting to hunt or perceiving them as a threat to their cubs, so the youngest of the brothers could be seen very attentive and worried on the screen

"Aww look the lion cubs are playing" she couldn't help but see them as she passed and the little babies looked at her and "roared" trying to sound threatening but they only looked more adorable

"Aww" The three said but a sound left them trembling "grrrr..." was heard behind them and when they turned they could see a male African lion, large and with a fierce look, who did not seem to want to make friends, heading quickly "Aaaahhh" was heard on the screen to the horror of Jimmy, Koki and especially Chris, who couldn't help but run away shouting at his boss.

"Run faster Martin, he'll catch up to us!" Desperate screamed Aviva, who kept looking back, making her more nervous.

"I'm trying to, but stop looking back!" She complained just as scared as her partner.

"Chris what are you doing!?" I ask, I get desperate when I see it.

"Save your life idiot!" She yelled at him and unexpectedly jumped towards him causing a detour that confused the large lion and caused him to collide with a mound of dirt and become dizzy and leave "sir, are you okay?" I ask worried

"Yes, but you're crazy, could you hurt yourself?" She responded with the same concern. They both stopped and saw Peluza who took the opportunity to eat grass and she seemed not to be affected by the blow.

"There is still time, you can continue" said the assistant to which the imbentor nodded and started running again while Chris was preparing to reach the finish line to see who the winner was although he was helped a little by the zachbot who went looking for him in desperation when they saw him running towards danger that way

"Oh look, we're almost there" said Martin when he saw the tree with the ribbon nearby.

"That's it Martin, a little more and we will free the Oryx from that prison" the girl responded enthusiastically.

"Not so fast!" The inventor said confidently, "I'm still in the race." He continued standing head to head, they were getting closer to the finish line, Aviva and Zach were ready to take that bar when in an unexpected movement Martin made a jump that surprised everyone and He grabbed the bar with his teeth, winning the race to the shouts of happiness from his teammates.

"Yeah!" "That's it Martin!" You could hear Jimmy and Koki running out to hug them and Koki couldn't stop giving Aviva kisses on the cheek "they did great Avi!" The girl with black curls said with emotion and joy.

"Thank you Koko" the one in the purple jacket hugged her.

On the other hand, Zach slowly got off the animal with his gaze fixed on his assistant who was also shocked with what had happened "the winner is Aviva, therefore Zach's team will have to free the Oryx and let them live freely in the nature...."Chris announced with some disbelief, that's when he realized that spontaneity is in his genes and it wasn't just his thing.

"amazing!" Martin exclaimed, detransforming, "now they will have to comply." He looked at them a little smug and confused, although later they were a little embarrassed for having that attitude and he smiled nervously. "If you want, we can help you?"

The other two looked at each other and Chris shook his head, but before they could say anything Aviva spoke up "it's not in the discussion to refuse, we want to make sure they will" and so they spent the rest of the afternoon getting the saddles out. to the Oryx who seemed to have no sudden change other than having those devices removed and continued eating as if nothing had happened.

"Well, that was the last one," Koki announced, leaving the object in one of the boxes, watching the animal walk away.

"I will miss Peluza, she was the most charismatic of all of them," the CEO said sadly, holding the box with Peluza's mount. Chris patted him on the back to calm him down a little. "Don't worry, sir, we can visit her another time," he consoled him.

"Yes, and he will surely be very happy to see you," Martin encouraged, accidentally catching everyone's attention.

"Yes, of course, she had it under control for I don't know how long and she will be very happy to see it, of course" Koki said sarcastically, crossing her arms in annoyance. Listening to her, Chris couldn't help but make a face, annoyed by the comment made by one of his brother's classmates, "I think it's time for you to go, brother..." he hissed this last annoyance, this greatly discouraged the older man since he hoped he could improve their relationship a little more, but he nodded and then signaled to the rest of the crew to start leaving "it's okay little brother, take care of yourselves."

"Don't call me little brother, I'm 25 years old," he complained, although this only made the eldest laugh animatedly as they walked away.

"Sure Chris, sorry" this was the last thing they heard from the kratt team before they disappeared into createrra

"The conference will be in three days and we have nothing..." the inventor spoke out of nowhere

"I think we can improvise something," the secretary responded with an idea.

three days later

"And it is with this that we will be able to make Oryx-shaped animatronics that are safe for children and adults."

End.

[mikakuna]

Hey! This is the music anon again! I was wondering if you had any jayroy fic recs? Or, given your latest post lol, only child Jay fic recs (or even JUST Jay and dick as Bruce’s kids fic recs) and if not that, then, an au where Jason didn’t pick up the mantle/was convinced not too, and is living his civilian life. I’ve read rara Avis by zoeleo already lol, Idk if you read that one?

omg hey!! i have a few fic recs for what you'd like to see but honestly i'm lacking a bit in jayroy! i'll link the ones that i rlly enjoyed tho <3 and alsooo the only-child jason fics are all set during his childhood sadly, so i don't have any where he's an adult and still bruce's only child :(

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/48627046/chapters/122658637

When Batman rescues a twelve-year-old boy from a sex-trafficking ring, he ultimately makes the decision to look after him for a few days, feeling responsible for his current condition. Revealing his identity to the boy is the logical next step. Building trust was important, and Bruce needed Jason to trust him. There’s one slight problem with Bruce’s plan. Due to the effects of the Joker Venom, Jason doesn’t remember anything about meeting Batman, let alone Bruce Wayne. In Jason’s eyes, he’s been trafficked. And the man who brought him is none other than Bruce himself.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29237001/chapters/71790027

Jason’s background as a victim of abuse and childhood homelessness means it’s hard for him to trust, and to ask for things. After only a couple months in the manor, he still isn’t sure about Bruce Wayne.

https://archiveofourown.org/series/575182

When Bruce brings a new child home to the manor, Dick has a few choice words for Bruce about making him Robin. Convinced that Jason needs a stable loving family more than he needs a crime-fighting outlet, Bruce, Dick, and Alfred take on the challenge of bringing Jason up as civilian while still keeping their caped careers a secret.

Or: Bruce Wayne is a Good Dad, Dick Grayson is a Great Brother, Alfred is the Best Grandpa, and Jason is smol. Tooth-rotting fluff ahoy. (i'm linking this even though you read it for people who haven't yet! also i never read the ones with tim in it but those are a lot later in the series so don't worry, it's still jason and bruce centric)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26730145/chapters/65210116

Jason Todd was kidnapped at nine-years-old and given two options. Work for his keep, or be forced to to work for his keep.

His life was not pleasant, but Jason was nothing if not a fighter, and dammit if was he going to let the hell around him kill who he was as a person. Or his dreams of growing up and going to college.

Those dreams suddenly came a little more into focus, when his idiot of a pimp accidentally tried to rent him to Bruce Wayne. Poor bastard could have never guessed he was the Batman himself. Heck, not even Jason figured that out, at first. And Batman had practically adopted him. (i loved this so much)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49876537

Jason doesn't die at the hands of the Joker. There are a couple of things he and Bruce might need to work through.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55020211

“You will fix this,” Alfred corrects him. “You will fix this, and let Master Jason know that you don’t care about his sexual orientation, that it changes nothing. That you were mistaken in what you said to him. That you certainly didn’t mean to imply that you thought any less of him for his choice in reading.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22637476/chapters/54102781

Batman makes it in time to save Robin from the bomb. He doesn't make it in time to save Jason from the Joker.

Or Batman is too late in every universe, but Bruce Wayne doesn't have to be.

+ jayroy:

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1328723

i've linked this one in a previous rec list but basically, this is an au series where jason escapes an abusive relationship and meets roy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30004014

It was just dinner with family. A family large enough to be an independent militia, but that was all. Nothing serious.

Lian disagreed. (one of my fav crack fics!!)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52945642

a fic where the bats find out, one by one, that jason and roy are dating!

i really don't have much for jayroy since i'm pretty picky when it comes to jason fics and ship fics in general, but i'll reblog this if i find any others that i enjoy! in the meantime, hopefully these are some new fics for you to read!!

[justrainandcoffee]

Against all odds (Alfie Solomons x fem!oc) 2x06

Crossover Hunger - Games Peaky Blinders

First part Masterlist. Second part Masterlist → 2x01 2x02 2x03 2x04 2x05

Summary: Even if Alfie, Rose and Allie are living in a momentary bubble of happiness, he has time to warn Rose about some attitudes that Campbell has and it doesn't take her long to discover what it is. || The Shelbys face a tragedy. || Snow reappears. || Campbell has a secret on his back.

Warnings: Description of deaths.

Words: 3.6k

Rose being ascended to the rank of Victor, was something that she was still upset about. No matter what Campbell said, she refused to accept it.

"You agreed!" she yelled at Aveline later that night although she shouldn't have yelled at her. She appreciated the black woman, but Rose was mad. And still didn't understand why her friend was the first one to agreed with Campbell.

"I did. You are!" Then Aveline leaned towards Rose and whispered in her ear "if being a victor is the price to pay to be in Campbell's inner circle then I thought it was something you must agreed with it, too."

Rose opened her mouth, but once again Aveline was quicker "Goodnight, Rose Solomons. I'm fucking tired." Later in their new compartment and after Samuel returned to his after staying there taking care of Allie, who never woke up, the woman rested her head on Alfie's chest. He, already with his eyes closed, caressed her hair.

"It's ridiculous," she whispered.

"Not so much, if you ask me."

"I'm not a kid, Alfie. Those people weren't innocent victims, they ruined lives. They were monsters that deserved to die. It's different from what you were forced to do!"

"I understand your point of view, Rosie. But you can't deny that you were part of that and you were the only one who survived. Avie, is also right, take advantage of it sweetheart. Victors have a lot of benefits here."

Rose snorted "sure, that's why he sent you to make soup."

"He tried to revert his decision days after I was strong enough to walk on my own, but I refused. And yet, he sent me with your brother to the place where your hovercraft crashed because I demanded it. Samuel asked the same several times but he didn't listen to him. Same as the Golds."

"So, victors have privilege that even the Golds don't have."

"The Golds may ruled Capitol's underworld, but here they don't count."

"Campbell is a fucker, isn't he? If it weren't for the Golds, Campbell wouldn't stay here giving us orders like a stupid boss. The Golds provided him the access to the Arena. Aberama sent his people here with instructions specifically for him and his soldiers. Are you kidding me?"

"Campbell is a fucker, yes. And I know he attributes himself things that aren't entirely his. Probably, as you said, things that the Golds planned. Or even you."

"What?"

Rose lifted her head from Alfie's chest and even when she couldn't see him, she tried to look at him in the darkness of the room.

"He wants Snow's chair," Alfie replied "and if that means he has to lie to his people, then he's going to do it."

Rose grunted but rested her head on her husband again. Alfie fell asleep first, but she remained in silence thinking about this new situation for at least another hour. If Campbell wanted her as victor, then she was going to be one. Pretend, after all, was something she did the moment she left her home 18 years ago. She could do that once again.

.

Snow was alone in his office. Despite his efforts, he lost control in some districts. Including district 1 that was the second one to rebel against him. Those traitors.

He was watching in the monitor the different riots across the country. And everything started for a stupid song.

Music always invited people to do stupid things. Including him a lot of decades ago. Just a melody, a pretty face and he lost his mind. Same here. The young twins from district 9 that sang about dandelions and hope. And the lyrics contaminated the minds of thousands. The girl and the boy were dead, but the damn song remained. And you can kill people, very easily by the way, but you can't kill art. You can't kill what it is not alive. And few things were stronger than music. Thanks to the twins, now it was possible to see dandelions printed everywhere. Women using dandelion in their hair, kids holding them in their hands full of dirt. Men taking care of them in their gardens. The wind blowing them. Bees pollinating them. Snow realised very soon that they were everywhere. Because you can't destroy a dandelion shaking it, if you do that you're sending the seeds far away. They grew up even in the most impossible places.

And the rebels where doing the same.

It was impossible, in theory, that anyone could survive under the conditions the districts were now. 12 didn't exist anymore and yet, cameras showed some people living there to much Snow and his inner circle despair. Bombing district 8, should have ended with all hopes and yet, days ago he saw a flag with his face and a middle finger pointing at him.

District 11 survived the famine.

District 10 and 9 exchanged medice, bread and meat.

He didn't see it, but in district 7 a big percentage of the peacekeepers perished in the forest.

And district 13…

The heads of the people he wanted to see dead were there. And not all of them were victors.

Snow admitted that putting the despicable platinum members of the Capitol inside the games was smart. He didn't see that coming. He underestimated her, of course.

Although it was kinda fun to watch. At least for him.

Snow searched the video of the not official 76th games and pressed play.

The volcano island appeared in the screen. One of the arenas that Snow was most proud of. Once hosted at Aveline Young and 23 more kids. Everyone talked about the black girl back then, even him. When no one expected to see a victor from district 11, Young appeared to prove them wrong.

But now, contrary to that distant day, the volcano island received Matthew Sutton and five more people.

The youngest of the group even if all of them were around their late 20s and 30s. There wasn't Cornucopia, not there and not in the other scenarios.

A voiceover narrated the horrific things and vile acts they committed. Gang rape against a 15 years old victor, for example. Torture another sexually to their own pleasure. Mental abuse.

Matthew didn't waste his time to push his adversaries , that once called friends, into the lava when he understood what that was about. He didn't even flinch when he saw died in front of him. Their flesh melting like ice. He proclaimed to be the strongest. He won, he said, when the last one died.

Matthew Sutton didn't know that no one was going to survive this time.

The voice-over, calmed as ever, announced that the temperature of the volcano could cause such damage to the point of almost melting a human bone.

"But," the voiceover said in a bit humourous way "that must not be a problem for Sutton, right? He always proclaimed to be the hottest of them all."

Snow swore that whoever was the person narrating the games was laughing. "Let's see, ladies and gentlemen, how the hottest of them all, dies."

And it happened. Contrary to Aveline, Matthew Sutton slipped directly into the lava. He fought for his life for few seconds but he finally disappeared forever from life.

The rebels even recreated the sky showing the pictures of the fallen. This time they included the crimes they committed.

Snow watched how the rebels now showed the desert. Mortal and dry. Cactus waiting for the next victim. Same as the snakes. Only someone who knew this kind of landscape could survive. Someone like Eva Smith and her cunning brain.

The final destination chosen for Lawrence Evert. Probably the worst of all the people involved in the auction. If you won the games, then almost immediately you were property of Lawrence Evert. Not all them were under the protection of luca Changretta, he gave a fuck of almost all of them. But Evert didn't discriminate. Boys and girls were equally treated by him.

Matthew Sutton admired and was jealous of Evert reputation. Evert was synonym of devil. And he was proud of it. Not the smartest in town, but one that knew how to use power very well.

Snow didn't need to ask himself who was in charge of assigned the arenas to the different tributes. Rosebeth Evert was the answer. Or Rose Coldwell, Snow corrected himself. The wolf in sheep's clothing.

It was his fault, again. Snow invited her to the auctions to corrupt her because he thought she wasn't going to tolerate the level of inhumanity that was there. He wanted to corrupted her. But she did tolerate it and Snow never corrupted her soul. The only legal way she had to be with her real love, the only chance she had, she used it. And there she had the chance to studied the others very well, pretending be one of them.

If Rose sent her legal husband to the desert was a reason.

"He believed," the voiceover said, "that victors were gods and goddesses. Not human at all, but spiritual beings superior to all of us and that's why they won the games and he injected this idea in the rest of the auction members. They believed him and they followed his steps."

Two died thanks to the snakes-mutts. One was yelling at the cameras or whoever he believed that were watching at him, that he was going to give them money if they let them go. Money, everything was about money. No one rescued him either.

Unlike Sutton, Lawrence Evert wasn't the last survivor of the group, but he lasted long enough to suffer. The rebels increased the temperature of the desert.

His expensive shoes weren't made for that kind of ground. His body temperature was incredible high for a human and probably was starting to hallucinate. But if he removed his shoes, his feet were going to burn. The skin on his now bare shoulders was red. Same as his face. His eyes were dry and there were sores on his throat and mouth. Lawrence Evert was about to die, but not yet.

"One of the peculiarities of this man," the voiceover said to whole Panem watching the games, "is that he loved milk. But not any milk. Evert demanded breast milk. Of those female victors who got pregnant and had babies. He didn't care about the babies, for him they were just an obstacle between him and their mothers. And once again he got what he wanted, as always. But," the voiceover said as Evert fell on his knees, convulsing, "I wonder if he wants to be breastfeed or if he wants water now. Or nothing."

Evert's body was shaking on the sand. Mouth foaming. The once richest man the Capitol was counting the final seconds of his life on Earth. And then, just silence.

Snow turned off the tv. He already saw the next death. Rose Coldwell killing the eldest of the group was well commented.

Snow crossed his hands over his stomach and stared at the wall. He needed to think his next move. Unlike Lawrence Evert, he still had a functional brain.

.

Rose woke up the next morning smiling. Alfie's kisses on her neck made her giggle.

"Good morning, Al."

"Good morning, love."

Alfie slid his hand under the nightgown that District 13 provided, touching her legs but she stopped him.

"We can't. Allie is here."

"She's still sleeping."

"No, Alfie."

"We need to find a moment to us, then, Rosie. I need you."

"Me too. But we can't here. It makes me uncomfortable and she can woke up in any minute. Once we have breakfast, we can return here the two of us. Allie probably will be playing with Laurie Nelson or my brother. Or Avie can take care of her for some minutes."

"A lot of minutes."

She smiled at him "all the time we need."

Alfie cupped her face and kissed her. He still couldn't believe that she was there with him. It was September already and he believed he wasn't be available to spend his birthday with her. But she did it in time and with their now daughter as a gift.

"You know I love you, right?" she said, stroking his beard.

"I should be an idiot if I don't know that."

He kissed her again. The biggest victory for both of them was being alive and they were taking advantage of that. They continued kissing until they heard the sweet voice of the girl asking for Rose. Their first morning as parents just started.

And to start the day, the Solomons discovered how energetic the girl was in the mornings. When Rose and Aveline were in the forest, Allie was usually tired and quiet. In part because she was still shocked, she was cold and food was scarce. But after two nights sleeping well, warm baths and especially food, her real personality was appearing.

"And I'm going to play with Cyril and with uncle Sam! Auntie Avie promised me we can visit this place. Yesterday Laurie's mama also told me she was going to told me about her district. She knows a lot of tales!"

"Allie," Rose stopped her, looking at her. "People here has jobs, even your uncle Sam and auntie Avie. Aveline was free yesterday because we just arrived here, but the President for sure wants her to work here as well."

"But she promised me!"

"I know. And I also know that you have a lot of plans todo do today, more than Alfie and me apparently. But if people can't, you can't forced them. Alright?"

Despite her pouts, Allie nodded. "But Cyril is free," Alfie interjected "And do you know what the dog told me?"

"Dogs don't talk!"

"Ah, sweetheart, that's what you think. Do you want to know what Cyril told me?"

Allie's grey eyes opened wide and nodded vehemently. But when Alfie leaned over her, instead of whispering a secret as Allie believed, her father started to tickle her sides causing the girl to laugh.

The girl wasn't aware, and probably never will, that not even in their wildest dreams her parents believed that this kind of life was possible. They always talked about living together for good in district 9. Rose went there only once but for her it was enough to know what Alfie told her about that place.

"There's a house," he told her once a lot of years ago "that has a willow tree. The greenest willow tree I ever saw. I like that house. It has pond, too."

"Who lives there?" she had asked.

"No one. It just there."

They dreamt about living there. Just the two of them and maybe a dog or two. But never believed, truly believed, that could be possible. Let alone the word family crossed their minds. Not just because she couldn't have kids but because the world was horrible to be a kid. Alfie and Rose grew up fearing their deaths every 4th of July, and they also saw dozens of them die every year. Family wasn't something for them.

So that's why adopting Allie, although not legally yet, was something that for them was so unreal and yet, so beautiful. The girl barely taller as Alfie's knees and that was laughing completely happy in that moment was the gift for them that they never expected.

Maybe now the house in district 9 that Alfie talked about. The one with the greenest willow tree and the pond, has a new bedroom this time for the youngest Solomons.

.

But that was a war and even when they were living in a momentary happy bubble, awful things were happening around the country and even inside the same 13.

What started as a quiet morning, usual according to Alfie, suddenly was interrupted by people yelling.

The three Solomons left their compartment to se what was happening. In one of the corridors that conducted to the lower floor, was Tommy Shelby grabbing Campbell by the neck. Lucy was trying to separate them. The chaos also captured the attention of other victors and average people living there.

"Tommy, Tommy!" Alfie pushed him back, away from Campbell before it was too late "look at me, mate. What the hell happened!"

Campbell was coughing and Tommy's blue eyes were full of hatred and Alfie could see tears too.

"He killed my brother! That's what happened!"

Alfie looked at Tommy confused. Impossible. The Shelbys were one of those families that made it to district 13. They were safe.

"It wasn't me!" Campbell yelled back.

"Lucy, what the hell is going on?"

The red haired woman had puffy eyes but she managed to explained what Tommy didn't.

"Campbell sent part of the soldiers to the frontier between 12 and 13 because he knew that a group of peacekeepers were there. And sent John, Arthur and some others there. It happened that it was an elite member of peacekeepers. They killed John and another two. And they took Arthur with them before heading back to the Capitol."

"I didn't kill him, Shelby. Cameras show people approaching. They're trained! It can be civilians like can be enemies. It was the second option this time!"

Campbell, recovered but still disheveled, point at Tommy with his cane "next time you accused me to murder someone I highly recommend to choose your words more wisely."

Campbell left the place and soon everyone started to move except for Lucy, Tommy and friends.

"I'm sorry," Nina said to them "but why did you think that it was on purpose?"

"Because yesterday afternoon we have an argument with him." Lucy explained "all the time Peacekeepers are surrounding us. Why sent John and Arthur there? Why specifically them?"

"The forest is constantly watched by the Capitol. We saw hovercrafts coming here flying over our head like vultures. We had to hide lot of times," Aveline said "Campbell should know that."

"Of course he knows! But he doesn't want his authority to be threatened," Lucy added. "And now John is dead and Arthur is a prisoner in the Capitol."

If he is alive, thought. But she didn't said it.

If there was a reason for Campbell to do that, they discovered it much later in the day when, at least, Rose saw for the first time district 13 in its wholeness.

Citizens were cheering him as he was about to do a speech. Somehow, Campbell across of all those decades in front of district 13 managed to make them believe that he was their saviour.

"…We did it!" he said speaking louder to the multitude "probably you already heard it, but we rescued two of our beloved people: Aveline Young, the fearless victor from district 11 and one of the rebels infiltrated in the capitol for a couple of years, Rose Solomons. We did manage to kill the abusers in the Capitol, because she helped..."

Rose wanted to screamed and didn't care if people around her could look at her as if she was crazy. That was what Alfie warned her the night before. Campbell taking credit of other people's job. Like Mr. Van Trapp, the Golds or even herself.

Campbell didn't want anyone eclipsing him. He wanted to rule Panem the same way he already did that in district 13. He banished two of the Shelbys for that reason. They were a threat.

When later Campbell was alone in his office, she opened the door without asking permission.

"I HELPED TO KILL THE RAPISTS? I DID IT! IT WAS MY FUCKING IDEA, I PLANNED IT! WHAT THE FUCK, YOU ASSHOLE, ARE TALKING ABOUT? AND WHAT RESCUED YOU FUCKING SAID? AVIE AND ME WALKED FOR MONTHS TO BE HERE!"

"People need to believe, Mrs. Solomons. An innocent lie to give them hope. They know me, they need a leader who can guide them."

Rose snorted. "You're not giving them hope, you're lying to them! Giving them the image of a fearless leader who's nothing but a fucking liar chicken. You didn't move your ass from your chair until you receive news from the Capitol and people who wanted to rebel against Snow. Where the fuck were you the last 20 years? 30 years? How many years have you been ruling this place? The victors you claim to protect… Fuck you, Campbell. You saw them fight, you saw kids die and you didn't care. You only acted when you were sure that your ass was going to be safe. And now you're acting like you are a god."

"It wasn't safe to act before."

"For you. A place like that could have taken just seconds to destroy everything in the Capitol and free the kids to their destiny. But you don't want that. You never wanted that. You want to be recognised as a hero… we all due respect, you're not a hero and you will never be. If I have to be the biggest nuisance between you and Snow's chair, then I will be. The last thing Panem needs is another dictator."

"Are you threatening me?"

"I am. Yes. Better you start to say the truth to the people, because you're going to regret that I am alive."

Rose closed the door and went to her compartment where Alfie and Allie were.

Campbell called the leader of his soldiers "I told you to check that everyone in that damn ship was dead."

"It was impossible for anyone survive the crash, sir."

"You can't see it wasn't impossible. And now I'm not dealing just with a bunch of murderers but also with one that knows how politics works. Next time I give you a fucking order, just obey! Kill means kill, alright?"

The soldier hesitated for a moment and then nodded, "yes, sir."

Campbell had several hovercrafts with the Capitol logo on it. That's how they rescued victors from the Arena. And that's why he ordered to shot the one where Rose, Bonnie's girlfriend and the pilot were. People in district 11 really believed that it was a ship from the Capitol because they saw the logo, impossible to believe that was one from 13. He didn't want Rose Coldwell in his district, not after he knew that she managed to lie to Snow at least for a decade.

But she didn't die and was exactly where he didn't want her to be.

Next

[scribblesbyavi]

I’m not worried about the world.

I’m not worried any more.

Because nothing changes.

I can scream at the top of my voice,

but who’s gonna listen?

who’s gonna ask questions?

I’ve stopped worrying too much

because no one cares.

May be I worried too much

just to find myself fighting alone.

That’s what happens to those

who wants to fight for everyone.

They are being left alone.

They die alone.

Who would care if you die tomorrow?

Am I even asking the right questions?

What matters more to you though,

People surrounding you after death

or holding you strong while you’re alive?

Today, people are happy with their lives.

Everyone has accepted their fate.

5 days work and live in the weekends.

That’s the breakdown of what we call life.

Then why do I disturb them?

Why do I try to make sense of anything?

Why do I try to find meaning in everything?

They are content with what they have.

Everyone has accepted their fate

or are they programmed to behave this way?

Keep the program running.

Keep the program running.

avis

[bastetwastaken]

Writeblr intro

Hey! I’ve been around on tumblr for a while now, and have been writing for probably the best part of fifteen years but actually only posting publicly for the last three. I’ve only ever posted fanfic, but I never stopped writing original things, I’ve just never felt able to share any of it until now. So here’s a little intro for me and my writing!

General stuff:

Call me Bastet, it’s what most know me as so it’ll just be easier

In my (very) late twenties

Living in the UK.

Other hobbies outside of writing include reading, crocheting, cross stitching, hiking and spending time with my three cats.

Bi-Ace, more sex neutral.

My anxiety can make it hard for me to post consistently, but I will ALWAYS talk about my wips with anyone willing to listen to me ramble, just be prepared for those rambles to get looooooong.

Themes in my writing:

For anyone who knows me, I think it’s safe to say I lean very much toward the cliche romance which aims to leave you wanting to gag on the sweetness whilst embracing the fuzzy warmth in your chest.

I hate sad endings. My characters will always have happy ones… eventually.

I try to keep my writing light since the real world makes us all suffer enough, so any angst will usually be light touch and always necessary to the character and or plot. I do make my OCs suffer sometimes, but not needlessly.

A focus on realistic characters, character growth and character traits.

What am I working on right now?

Untitled (titles are hard) A fantasy romance between a human and the demon who accidentally saved his life.

The general plot will follow both characters as they help each other (unintentionally at first) to heal and learn, to grow together as individuals. The human gets his opportunity to confront a past which has left him feeling empty inside and unable to form meaningful relationships, and the demon gets the chance to learn a little about what it means to be human. Their first meeting turns into a deal which binds them together, then a friendship neither thought they were capable of having, and eventually something more.

The main characters: Aviditas, Avi for short, an Incubus and Silk (placeholder name) a human.

Other fun stuff:

Demonic magic

Incubus antics

Character development and growth

Healing and comfort

A little slow burn but it’s more because these two are just idiots, with Silk thinking he’s so undeserving of any kind of care on account of past events and Avi being conditioned in Hell to believe that demons are incapable of any sort of feeling that it takes them a WHILE to work things out and actually talk.

Fun tropey romance!

I’ve tried to keep this short for the sake of everyones sanity but I will talk endlessly about this story and the characters if anyone would like to know more. (But I’ll also be posting more about them anyway so…)

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Fate or Fatuity? (working title) Another fantasy romance! No surprises here. This time, following the sons of two feuding kings who meet entirely by chance and gradually grow closer.

The general plot follows the characters as they navigate their feelings, potential conflict between their kingdoms, and how to keep their relationship a secret until they can figure it all out.

The main characters: Ilua, an elf and prince of Luceras and Akoni, a Deorum and prince of Tuath De.

This story takes place in a world of my own creation called Miotas, which draws on Celtic mythology and folklore. It includes a generous amount of magic to balance out the politics, and as with all of my writing, the romance is light and fun. Spoiler alert: there’s a happy ending.

Other fun stuff:

Elven pride getting in the way of a lot of things

Instant attraction

A little bit of deception since Akoni first meets Ilua whilst he's disguised as someone else to sneak into the Deorum kingdom.

Fun tropey romance!

Magic, who doesn’t love magic?

Overcoming prejudices.

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And I’ll stop myself there otherwise this is going to be way too long.

I’ve seen people use taglists, as I’m just starting out I don’t have one existing but if you’d like to be added to one please just let me know and I’ll do so ^.^ Specify a story, or just go all in and get tagged for everything and anything I say about these stories. I’m also looking for other writers to just chat with about original writing, as coming from a fanfic background I’ve been struggling to find that, so please feel free to drop me a DM if you wanna chat

Thanks for reading <3

[duskstarshine]

(just copy pasting the description on the video ^o^) Animation made for Jael Peñaloza !

This project was started as a "2 week" project the day of the original UV being cancelled announcement though as with most things I went a little overboard. Oops hehe. But I'm glad I did.

There of course has since been an update on the situation (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OC9Ob7pHUlA ); but never the less I was still determined to finish, especially when a lot of what was said in the update video was also brought up in the animation!

Thanks for being a wonderful inspiration Jakei! Whatever you do choose to do next, I'll be here to support it! Just take care of yourself and keep doing what you enjoy.

Everything in this was hand animated in blender, no mo-cap or phys engines, and since there are so many wips of everything from start to end, I'll probably be posting them here and there and right up a mini thing about it all on my site eventually! :D (like the time-lapse of 3 hours of animating hair physics condensed down into 2 mins o-o )

After 2 months straight of animation I'm happy it's finally done ^o^ Sorry it took so long to come out (to those that knew in the spaces I hangout in), especially since I paused all my other projects to put this on top priority! I'll be getting back to avi making soon after a er… A well needed break o-0 May be streaming a bit the next couple days when I do!

Thanks so much for reading this though (if you are reading this now hehe) and watching! Check out all the talented people below and their own work!! ♥ ----------------------------------------------------------

Credits

Ink played by: @MrAmazingVAOfficial https://www.youtube.com/@MrAmazingVAOfficial

Cross played by: @tehRogue https://www.youtube.com/@tehRogue

VA funding: LifeCraft https://www.youtube.com/@RegnoDub

Animated, written, directed, animation rigs, Ink!Sans model, and sound and editing by: Me! :D @DuskstarShine https://discord.gg/5YB99ueQyu ← My server https://www.deviantart.com/duskstarshine https://ko-fi.com/duskstarshine# https://duskstarshine.wixsite.com/maipetless

Cross model by: Jeaya https://ko-fi.com/mrjeaya/shop (Cross originally made as a VRC avatar; thanks so much for letting me use them! Ik ripping/art theft is SUPER prevalent in the 3D scene so thankyou for trusting me with them! ♥ )

All 2D art and backdrops by: CattyNatty https://www.youtube.com/@catty6151 https://x.com/CattyNatty999

Lighting by: MariGoId https://www.youtube.com/@marigoid337 https://ko-fi.com/maries_emporium/shop

Music used by: @Kalamity_Music https://www.youtube.com/@Kalamity_Music Song: Marcy and the King. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gu7v8E7hhcA (Check out their other songs! They make great stuff!! ^o^)

Undertale by: Toby Fox https://store.steampowered.com/app/391540/Undertale/

Underverse, X!Tale (Cross!Sans), and METADORA by: @Jakeiartwork https://www.youtube.com/@Jakeiartwork (And I also can't not mention https://www.youtube.com/@NyxTheShieldOFFICIAL )

Ink!Sans by: @comyet https://comyet.tumblr.com

Programs used in making: Blender, Prem pro, firealpaca. Sound effects from: Sound Snap.

Reposting clips such as edits or gifs is completely fine! Just please:

Do not claim this as your own.

Do not remove my watermark.

Do not reupload (Reposting the entire thing with no changes) ((THIS INCLUDES OTHER PLATFORMS! I made a tick tock JUST to post this so there is no excuse to steal it onto there. Just post a clip and link to the original video ^o^ ))

Always credit me in text as and when possible (in title or description); don't try hiding my watermark then hiding the real credit berried at the bottom where no one will see, I see this a lot with a lot of animator's hard work ;-; . (credit can just be my name, but a link to my channel or the original video is much apricated! :D )

TLDR: Do whacha like, along as you're not stealing the video or claiming it to be yours! ^-^b

(never really used tumbler much before, but thought I should post here too)

[hippolotamus]

So this is 39...

I was gonna do one of those X amount of things I've learned by age whatever, but 39 is a lot of things and tbh I'm not sure if I’ve learned that many (as some of you would undoubtedly agree). So, in true Hippo fashion, please accept this list of random assorted things I've picked up like shiny trinkets/facts I've come to accept through the years.

Believe it or not you're worth the effort, love and care you try to give everyone else but don't think you deserve.

Usually the more I've tried to fit in and be like everyone else, the more unhappy I've been. Let your freak flag fly and see who sticks around in your blanket fort.

Legos, coloring, stuffies, swing sets, daydreaming and other ‘childish pursuits’ are not, in fact, just for kids.

when given the opportunity, a solo car concert is a solid choice

If you're constantly putting yourself in boxes for the benefit of someone else... honestly, what's the point?

Find at least one person you can drop the mask with and be fully, authentically you.

Groups break up, accidents and weather happen... just go to the concert/show/exhibit if you wanna instead of waiting for ‘next time’.

nobody has their shit figured out (especially anyone acting like they do). we are literally all out here just wingin' it.

Some of the best life advice comes from fictional characters

Nobody cares. Nobody is thinking about you the way you're thinking about you. - Alexis Rose

Life isn't meant to be lived in moderation. We only get one chance at this... What's the point of living if you're just going to keep yourself locked away from ever experiencing life? - Avi Mulvaney

Make sure you’re following your heart - Carla Price

You’re gonna be okay, kid - Christopher Diaz

just because you didn’t die, doesn’t mean you’re actually living

even if you think you’re ‘too young’ for something, i assure you you’re not

i love you isn't reserved for family and/or romantic partners.

Platonic soulmates are a thing and they do exist

Dates with yourself are 100% necessary and sometimes the best ones

there is zero deadline or requirement to find a romantic partner, get married, have kids, buy a house, etc...

Sexual and Romantic preferences are fluid. It's OK if you change your mind or didn't 'figure it out' until your 20s, 30s, 40s or beyond.

You're complete as you are. Without the degree, the partner, the [current arbitrary standard]

Cliche as hell but life doesn’t end because you didn’t get the job/house/partner. Odds are good it’s the best thing that could have happened and you’ll be delighted it did.

Blood may be thicker than water but Found Family, the Family We Choose, is often the best family

Shared genetics doesn't demand your unwavering loyalty

I'm human and I fuck up. I make the wrong choice, say the wrong thing, don’t say anything or say too much. Way more than I want to, and often in the name of trying to keep the peace.

Do you write, paint, draw, some other variety of art? Congratulations 🥳 you’re an author/artist. A real one. Yes, you!

As such (and I will die on this hill) you don’t owe anything to anyone. Not the fic, the next chapter, the snippet, the gif set, etc. Your works are not the price of membership to fandom.

Missing someone and being glad they’re not in your life anymore aren’t mutually exclusive concepts.

You’re more than enough, but not too much. Never too much. I promise.

headpats & forehead kisses 💞🦛

[noirapocalypto]

This is the OC fairy 🌼🧚‍♀️ When you get this in your ask box, please tell us three facts or trivia about one of your OCs, then pass it on to someone else 🩷 Let's learn about each other's OCs! 💛💐

gimme sixty nine Salem facts stat

KJDHSFGLKJS you think I won't? :FIGHT: Watch.

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1: His middle name is Layne. Call him this (ONLY allowed for those he's close with) and watch him bluescreen because it always catches him off guard.

2: Spaghetti is his favorite pasta, and probably one of his favorite meals.

3: His natural eye color is green. (originally blue when I first created him)

4: His coven is his family, they're a multi-generational coven. He and his cousins are the current "decision makers" in important coven matters and upholding coven traditions. He didn't care for the responsibility at first and often avoided it, but comes around eventually when he's a bit older with his own family.

5: Out of all his cousins, he's closer to Darcy since they spent the most time together when they were young. They're around the same age and might even live within traveling distance of one another.

6: Around his family, such as his coven and his dads, Salem goes by his first name Isiah. It's uncommon for him to be called by his stage name, unless they're just busting his balls (i.e his cousin Silas, Avis and Noah--all three siblings of one another and coincidentally also the three troublemakers)

7: He has his raven calls recorded into his throat cyberware, which allows him to do his raven croaks when he's not shifted.

8: Salem doesn’t like Judah very much due to completely different lifestyles and clashing personalities—but also because he’s a Leo.

9: He’s not much of a green thumb, nothing really grows when he plants it. Bastien teases him that he inherited his black thumb.

10: He’s very used to hot weather due to having lived in both the Republic of Texas and now, Night City/California, but doesn’t mean he likes it. He prefers colder weather…but can’t tolerate it much. He gets cold very easily!

11: One of his guilty pleasures is trashy reality TV like the Jersey Shore, as well as smutty supernatural romance novels.

12: Firm believer in ghosts, never has seen one before. But he really wants to and has ghost hunted before and would again.

13: Urban exploring is a hobby he’s had since he was a teen. He after spent his summers exploring abandoned locations with friends. Now as an adult, he enjoys exploring with his best friend, boyfriend, and their mutual friends.

14: He normally doesn’t wear much clothes around the house. If you drop in, he will answer in his underwear. And he’s not shy at all.

15: Salem is a fan of animation, and has spent plenty of nights just binge watching animated movies—including anime.

16: His magic is a blend of shadow, chaos and hedge magic. He’s very interested in astral work and often lets himself explore the other side of the veil.

17: His astral form is also a raven, though instead of flesh and blood like his usual shifted form, this one is spectral. At times, it can appear as a white wisp. Other times, his raven manifests as a deep purple form of cosmic matter.

18: Whenever he performs in Las Vegas, he stays a few more days after to partake in typical Vegas hedonism. He usually doesn’t remember much of it when he emerges back to civilization.

19: Sometimes he streams his music making process to his fanbase, other times he'll stream the "behind the scenes" moments of his music videos and other performances.

20: So far, he has the following implants: AudioVox w/ Voice Synthesizer, Cyberaudio Implants, custom Kiroshi Optics, full cyberarm (left) with retractable Scratchers, and Biotechnica Neo Lungs

21: Because of his animal association being a raven and their friendship with wolves out in nature, he tends to get along pretty well with werewolves. He can even understand them when they're shifted and can communicate with them non-verbally.

22: He prefers iced coffee over hot coffee, and iced tea over hot tea. Icy drinks > hot drinks.

23: His big weakness is ice cream. Boy loves his ice cream cones.

24: He has his fathers' names tattooed on either side of his neck.

25: Salem has known Amirah and Alec aka Tyrant since his Houston days. He's still good friends with Amirah, but is estranged from Alec.

26: He's half-demon on Bastien's side, though his witch genes are much more dominant than his demonic ones.

27: Salem’s a big stoner, from his teens up to his current adult years. He almost always carries a joint or two with him in case he wants to invite someone to smoke with him.

28: He was 18 the first time he killed someone. It was almost like a cruel rite of passage into adulthood. Amirah and Alec might have been present.

29: He’s no stranger to rap beef. Salem has released a few tracks dissing his rivals and there are a few about him out there too. One of his current storylines is an ongoing feud between himself and another rapper.

30: Salem doesn’t know much about Bastien’s side of the story. Neither of his fathers like to talk about it much. So he learned to stop asking, but he still can’t help but be a bit curious.

31: He’s comfortable with heights and likes to climb up to high perches to just chill. He also takes flight when shifted and heads up to rooftops when he wants some quiet time.

32: Salem is a deep sleeper. Once he’s knocked out cold, it’s pretty hard to wake him up.

33: His favorite movie is Beetlejuice. It never gets old to him.

34: He’s an “an eye for an eye” type of guy—as the Hales often practice. If you slight him, he’ll return the favor. The severity depends on how bad you pissed him off.

35: As a romantic partner, he’s very intense. He’s possessive and obsessive, and he wants his partner to match his freak. His soulmate is someone that’s as obsessive about him as he is over them.

36: His associated stone is smoky quartz. But he’s also very fond of amethyst and labradorite.

37: Salem values handmade gifts over expensive gifts.

38: 2am burger runs are his favorite nighttime activity. Bonus if he’s hanging out with someone and they go with him.

39: Like the rest of his family and coven, he enjoys collecting oddities and morbid little curios.

40: He gives his friends free merch whenever he drops a new product.

41: He also produces phonk music under the moniker MVGE. This is mostly a side project he does for fun.

42: Salem tends to allow himself to be a bit more chatty and friendly towards those that give off good vibes. He’s standoffish with those that have a ‘presence’.

43: He’s slowly learning to see and read other’s auras, which helps him get a decent grasp of someone before he approaches them. He still new to this skill and is being guided by his aunt Colene, who specializes in energy reading and is one of the coven elders.

44: Salem is a night owl and often wakes up around afternoon and becomes most active around dusk.

45: Salem looks a lot like Casey but acts very similar to Bastien.

46: He’s a man spreader when he sits, often slouched in his seat with his knees apart. Otherwise, he sits with his legs stretched out, ankle over ankle.

47: A ball sport that he enjoys playing is basketball. He often plays with Paolo when they hang out. Both playfully trash talk the other the entire time.

48: He made the mistake of laughing at one of the twin’s antics and they’ve been following him around ever since.

49: He enjoys spending time in his shifted raven form and often hangs out as a bird. This also includes giving into his corvid ways and enjoys being a pest to his friends and other passerby’s.

50: A lot of his spell casting have a black, wispy fog visual effect to it.

51: Because of his mage blood, Salem has a longer lifespan than humans. He will live well into his 100s or older.

52: Salem is very outspoken about his beliefs over politics and social issues. He isn’t afraid to say what others might be hesistant to say and he uses his platform to bring awareness to issues he cares deeply about. He’s not afraid of backlash and always challenges it.

53: He’s understands enough Spanish to know what’s being said to him, but can’t speak it much.

54: Salem is very prideful and finds it difficult to ask for help. He has an arrogance to him, as he takes deep pride in being a self-made artist. Everything he’s built for himself in his career has been down on his own without the shadow of another label looming over him.

55: Salem likes individualism and admires those that go against the gain and do their own thing—no matter how weird.

56: Bratty behavior is a major turn off for him. It irritates and annoys him when someone is being whiny and childish around him.

57: Sudden loud noises startle him, such as a balloon popping. Popping opening a can of biscuits drives his anxiety up the wall for a few seconds which is one of his sillier phobias. For comedic effect, when he gets startled—he involuntarily shifts into his raven form and flies up to the nearest perch, leaving a scatter of feathers behind.

58: It’s a running gag that Salem always has his joint in his hand or between his lips when he’s getting up to shenanigans. No matter how rowdy and chaotic it gets, that smoke isn’t going anywhere (aka Julian with his coke and rum from Trailer Park Boys)

59: Despite having lived in California/Night City for a few years, he still uses a lot of Houston slang.

60: Salem doesn’t really play well with others, especially when his personality clashes with them. His list of artists he’s willing to work with is very exclusive. Plus he also has a reputation of being difficult.

61: His favorite pastime is sitting out on his balcony in the evenings, with a good drink and a good smoke, and some music playing.

62: When he’s in a deeply committed relationship, he loves showing off his partner. He often likes to post risqué and suggested photos of himself and his boyfriend on his social media.

63: Salem is a man of very little patience. Don’t beat around the bush with him or waste his time because he will grow irritated and he will last out. If he wants a direct answer, give him one.

64: He takes every “medium” or “psychic” with a grain of salt. If he wants to be a dick, he’ll test them to see if they’re legit or not. The only ones he believes so far are the ones in his coven.

65: His turn-on’s include but aren’t limited to: masks/ski-masks, being stalked (consensually) by his intimidating boyfriend, and adrenaline fueled hookups in alleyways.

66: Salem keeps the bullets when he’s been shot at and has been hit, as little morbid tokens.

67: He’s attracted to men that share the same aesthetic and style as he does. When he used to date women, he was attracted to girls with styles/aesthetics opposite of his.

68: Salem is a slow-burn in every sense of the word. It takes time to truly get to know him and gain his trust. But when you do, he’s a ride or die friend for life.

69: He seemingly has a strange and long feud with a seagull named Terry. There is little to no explaining on who or what this seagull is—if it’s another shapeshifter or if it’s just some random bird dedicated to ruining Salem’s day. But it’s on sight and it’s almost as if he purposely shows up to antagonize Salem specifically. If you see a raven and a seagull scrapping it out in a parking lot—just keep walking, it doesn’t concern you.

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[toooster]

One of a Kind. | Criminal Minds AU| Chapter 4

Summary: Aaliyah can’t enjoy time at home with her children, but maybe it’s the start of something new?

Warnings: Shitty summary! Cussing/swearing! MIL..! Skibidi toilet! Slight Fluff!

Words:806

A/n: Long time no see..oops! This was scheduled for the 26th but had to be pushed back. Hope yall can forgive me for that one 😭. Hope you enjoy this shitty chapter 🙄

"Someone please get that?" She asked, she always asked the kids to get the phone. They were old enough to learn how to talk to strangers, kindly.

"Hello?" The sound of Avi's little voice was heard, "No ma'am." she said in response to whatever was said from the other end of the phone, "I'll let her know. One minute! Mama?" Avi asked as she entered the kitchen.

"Yeah honey?" Aaliyah said with a sweet smile as she sipped her coffee, "Grandma is on the phone?" she said almost as if she was confused about who it was.

"Ok honey." her mother said as she walked to the phone that was sitting on the end table. "Julie I told you-" she was cut off by the most gruesome voice.

"My god child. I thought you'd know by now that I am your children's grandmother whether you like it or not." Angela said, the sound of her releasing the air from her cigarette was apparent.

"Why hello to you too. My kids don't know you, and I'd like to keep it that way. You are a bitch to me and who knows if you'll hold the same grudge you hold against me to my children as well." Aaliyah said as she rolled her eyes, the scoff from Joey's mother could be heard from a mile away.

"You need help. Those children are the result of my son so therefore they are related to me." She replied with the same attitude she always has.

"I couldn't care less, my kids have a grandma that actually loves them and isn't just using them to piss off their mother." And with that she hung up the phone.

Her blood was boiling. No could make her angrier than that woman.

The phone rang again, Aaliyah, who was too aggravated to answer, asked her daughter to answer the phone.

"Hello?" Her sweet voice asked, "Oh, I'll tell mommy!" Avi said as she ran into the kitchen. "Hm?" Aaliyah asked as she starred at her daughter.

"Wheels up in 30!" She yelled, letting out all kinds of giggles. "What?" Aliyah responded with a smile, a man's laugh could be heard from the phone.

She grabbed the phone from Avi, putting it up to her ear. "Hello?" She asked confused, "Sorry I couldn't resist." Morgan replied, laughing on the other end.

"Asshole." She said as she hung up the phone. Avi continued to giggle as she put her hands over her small mouth.

"Ok goober, go get your brother. You guys are staying with grandma." Aaliyah sighed, this meant she was most likely going to miss Halloween with her babies.

Avi decided on being Sheriff Callie form Sheriff Callie's Wild West, and Charlie was..skibidi toilet.

Aaliyah didn't understand it but she just went with it. After about 10 minutes her kids were ready and packed into her car.

It only took a few minutes before the small family arrived at the familiar pink door. Right on queue, Lotso came running at the vehicle like a bullet.

Aaliyah silently cursed to herself as she walked aboard the jet, not only was this happening the day before Halloween but of course Aaliyah hadn’t gotten much sleep either.

“psst, you’re starring.” Morgan said as he tapped Reid on the shoulder, Reid immediately got red. “Go talk to her pretty boy.” Morgan laughed as he made a gesture towards the girl who had her eyes glued to her phone.

“What would I even talk to her about? Both of our drug addictions?” Reid asked quietly, “Dude, don’t say that too loud. You know we weren’t even supposed to be looking in her file.” Derek hissed back at the younger man.

“Well it’s Emily’s fault. If she didn’t bring it up then we wouldn’t have even done it!” Reid confessed, getting up to get away from Morgan.

“Hey, watcha doin?” Reid asked as he stuck his fingers in his slack pockets, “Trying to explain to my mom what my kids are for Halloween.” She said letting out a little laugh.

“Oh yeah, I forgot you had kids.” He said return the laugh, earning a small glare from Aaliyah. “O-only because you don’t talk about them t-that is!” Reid stuttered as he tried to explain.

Only earning another laugh from Aaliyah, she was messing with him but the poor boy didn’t understand it. The two sat together the rest of the flight, Aaliyah slowly dosing off onto Reid’s should, which Morgan would never let him live down.