#and be distracted with the survival of their people but w/e

[firwhorl]

so you know how disappointment that the outside world wasn't free of people was apparently a big part of eren's motivation, while armin was still excited to explore marley, right

i think the point of this issue is that city tourism isn't really for eren, and he should have tried hiking or something

[fadedin2u]

pick up and roll the dice - ch. 3

read in between the lines, i know you love me…

summary: you plan a surprise for ellie’s birthday, and ellie’s doesn’t know what to do about her overwhelming feelings for you.

content: college!au, childhood best friends!au, dealer!ellie, fem!reader, modern!au, ellie is a simp (not surprising), ur also a simp, art major!ellie, kinda slow burn??

word count: 2k

warnings: none really for this chapter!! expect nsfw chapters in the future so MDNI 18+

notes: it bums me tf out how little attention ellie fluff gets on tumblr, but i love writing this series, so if u like to read it, like/reblogs are SO appreciated

read chapters one and two here!

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The day after the party, Ellie’s a wreck. She barely got a wink of sleep that night, unable to stop ruminating on how much she’s fucking up her friendship with you by having this soul-consuming want for you. It’s not like Ellie doesn’t know how bad this could all end. You’re not only her closest friend, one of the few people she actually trusts, but you’re her goddamn roommate. If Ellie fucks this up, there’s no escaping the awkwardness that would inevitably ensue, plus risk losing you completely.

So, she texts Kylie.

E: hey, sorry for going MIA lmao, things got busy, would u wanna grab dinner w me on friday?

Ellie sits down on her bed and rubs her temples. She doesn’t even like Kylie very much, but she’s available, and she’s clearly interested in Ellie, so at the very least Kylie can be a distraction from you.

Ellie feels a black hole of guilt swirling in her stomach from leading Kylie on, but it dissipates as quickly as it came on when you burst through into dorm, kicking off your shoes that you wore to your morning classes. Ellie, usually, is still asleep when you leave for classes, but this morning, she was just lying in bed, completely awake, as she listened to you getting ready, pushing through your hangover.

“Happy 20th Birthday eve!” You exclaim, giving Ellie a bright, cheeky grin.

She rolls her eyes, trying to conceal her smile, “You’re such a fucking dork.

You shrug and laugh, “Hey, it takes one to know one.”

You notice the dark circles under her eyes and frown slightly, “You look like shit.”

Ellie huffs a laugh, “Thanks.”

You sit across from Ellie on your own dorm-style twin bed. “You’re free tomorrow, right?”

Ellie nods, “I’m getting breakfast with Joel that morning, but yeah, I’ll be free after.”

You grin, and mischievous look on your face, “Good.”

Ellie raises an eyebrow, “Should I be worried?”

You shake your head, “Nah, you’ll love it. I just can’t wait to see your reaction. Just make sure you’re here at the dorm by 5pm, okay?”

Ellie puts up her hand, raising two fingers, “Scout’s honor.”

You snort, standing up to walk to the bathroom, “That’d probably mean more if you were actually a Scout.”

Ellie scoffs, “I know way more about survival than any of those dipshits, I’m basically an honorary scout, if you think about it.”

You rolls your eyes and laugh, “Whatever helps you sleep at night, Els.”

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The next day, Ellie’s playing the guitar that Joel made her for her birthday when you walk into the dorm at 5pm sharp.

“Happy Birthday Ellie-Bellie!” You exclaim, knowing her deep-seated hatred for her childhood nickname as you throw a handful of streamers in her direction.

She keeps herself from laughing, “You’re cleaning that up, right?”

You give her a look, “No, I was planning on making you my maid on your birthday. Now come on, we need to get going!”

She puts her guitar to the side and stands up, smoothing out the wrinkles in her t-shirt and cargo pants with her hands.

“Is that from Joel?” You ask, motioning to the guitar.

Ellie nods and smiles wide, “Yeah, he made it for me, it’s super sweet.”

You examine the guitar’s craftsmanship as Ellie laces up her converse.

“You’re not driving right?” She asks.

You give her another look, “I have to, it’s a surprise destination. You can’t drive somewhere you don’t even know you’re going to.”

She groans, “And to think I didn’t even give Joel a proper goodbye.”

You kick her shin playfully, “Shut up, you’ll be fine. I’m an… okay driver.”

Ellie starts walking out of the dorm building with you, “Does an ‘okay driver’ almost commit vehicular manslaughter twice?”

Your face goes hot, “Those kids appeared out of no where, and I stand by that. Besides, the key word is ‘almost’, babe.”

Ellie doesn’t look convinced.

“Besides, you get to be my passenger princess for today,” You say with an obnoxiously cocky grin as you walk into the parking lot.

Ellie rubs her face, “Jesus fucking Christ.”

You giggle and walk up to your car, opening the passenger door for Ellie, to which Ellie rolls her eyes at, but you can see that she’s trying not to smile.

You hop in the driver’s seat and say, “Birthday girl gets aux.”

Ellie plays a lot of 80s music during your drive into the city to her surprise destination, her taste in music developed during her years living with Joel. Halfway through Take On Me by A-ha, you pull into a parking lot.

You and Ellie get out of the car and you start leading her to a large building. Once you two can see the sign that reads “The Hansen Planetarium”, a giddy grin breaks out on Ellie’s face.

“Oh fuck yeah, we’re going to the planetarium?!” Ellie asks, walking faster.

You laugh and catch up with her, “What can I say? I know my girl.”

Ellie’s face goes a bit pink and she tucks some loose hair from her half-up bun behind her ear, “Yeah, I guess you do.”

You show the person at the planetarium’s front desk your confirmation for the tickets you bought beforehand, and you go inside.

Ellie stops to read nearly every blurb that’s written in front of each display, and you patiently wait for her, wanting her to take her time and fully enjoy the experience.

In between reading and examining the exhibits, Ellie is listing off factoid after factoid.

“Y’know, Neptune’s only made one full orbit around the sun since its discovery.”

“There’s actually some gravity on the International Space Station, which is kinda weird honestly.”

“Dude, do you know that the moon is really shaped like a lemon?”

You raise an eyebrow at that one, “You’re lying.”

Ellie laughs, “I am not! It’s fucking crazy! It looks round in the night sky, but I swear on my life it’s really shaped like a lemon.”

You shrug, still doubtful but accepting that Ellie’s probably not wrong, knowing her long-time obsession with space.

By the time you’ve made it through the all of the exhibits, Ellie is a little bummed.

“I almost wish there was more to look at, I don’t wanna say goodbye yet,” she says and your lips quirk up into a knowing smile.

“Yeah, it sure is too bad that there’s nothing else to do. On an unrelated note, follow me.”

You lead Ellie to the entrance of the Dome Theater inside the planetarium, and Ellie’s eyes light up when she reads the sign.

“Rock the Dome? Dude. Is this a laser show?”

You laugh and nod, glad that you guessed correctly that Ellie, the nerd she is, would be genuinely excited about this.

Ellie pulls you into a tight hug, “What the fuck? You know me too well.”

Your cheeks go hot and you giggle a little, “Well, at least we can agree on that.”

You give the Usher the tickets you pre-paid for, and let Ellie pick your seats in the Dome Theater, the night sky projected onto the curved walls surrounding you.

When she sits, you sit next to her and she immediately grabs your hand.

“Thank you. Seriously. This is… Genuinely one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me.” Ellie says, squeezing your hand with a soft look in her eyes.

You squeeze her hand back, hoping you don’t look as flustered as you feel. “It’s seriously no big deal, Els. You’re my best friend, you deserve this.”

Ellie looks down at her lap and smiles a little, but doesn’t let go of your hand as the laser show starts, fog machines starting to pump out misty clouds into the room that makes the light from the lasers almost look solid.

Your mind is racing as the music comes on, mesmerizing the crowd with the lasers dancing in coordination, ‘This is platonic, right? This has to be platonic. Ellie’s just being appreciative of what I did for her. Jesus fucking Christ, maybe this isn’t platonic?’

You decided to not think about it too much at that moment, and try to enjoy the spectacle of color and light before your eyes.

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The show included a lot of classic rock from the 80s, including Queen, the Stones, Bowie, Talking Heads, and The Clash. Ellie was awestruck, singing under her breath to every song that she knew, while you tried not to smile too big at how cute she was being.

By the time you two are back at the dorm, Ellie is completely over the moon.

“This was seriously the best birthday I’ve had yet. A new guitar from Joel, planetarium, and a laser show? This day fuckin’ ruled.”

You giggle and go over to your closet, “Well, it’s not quite over yet.”

Ellie narrows her eyes, “No way. You’ve already done so much.”

You pull a thin, wrapped gift from the top of your small closet, and bring it over to where Ellie’s standing.

“I wanted to do so much,” You say, rubbing the back of your neck.

Ellie takes the gift from you and sits down on her bed, intrigued.

“Can I open it?” She asks.

You laugh, “No, I just brought over your birthday gift so you could check out my wrapping job. Go open it, dumbass.”

Ellie chuckles and tears open the wrapping paper, her face morphing into shock as she sees the Special Edition “Savage Starlight” comic book in her hands.

“Holy fuck,” Ellie says, staring at it a second longer before nearly lunging forward to hug you.

You stumble back a bit, laughing as you wrap your arms around her as well.

“I’m guessing that was a good choice?”

Ellie guffaws, “Are you fucking kidding? It’s perfect. How the fuck did you find this, dude?”

You shrug , smiling to yourself, “I have my ways.”

Ellie pulls back from the hug, her freckled face a little pink as she looks back down at the comic book.

“This is too much. Like, way too much.”

You shrug, “Once again, you deserve it.”

Ellie looks down, smiling to herself, “Still. You’re just… This is so fucking thoughtful.”

You laugh a little, feeling flustered by this whole interaction, “What can I say? I have a lot of thoughts in this head, I gotta make good use of them.”

‘So fucking dumb, oh my god,’ you think to yourself, wincing at your response.

Ellie rolls her eyes at you, but her grin is huge and pure. “I’m gonna use the bathroom super quick, but do you wanna read it with me after?”

You smile wide, sitting on her bed, “Absolutely.”

Ellie races to your shared bathroom, and as she’s gone, you pull out your phone and scroll absentmindedly.

You’re pulled away from your phone when you hear Ellie’s phone buzz on her bedside table, right next to you, the screen lit up.

Before you have time to shame yourself for intruding on her personal business, you glance over at her screen, where a text is shown:

Kylie: I would love that! :) what time were you thinking?

Your stomach fills with dread and complete embarrassment. You should’ve known better than to think that Ellie holding your hand was anything more than platonic, that Ellie would ever see you more than her best friend. You knew that Ellie has never, and will never see you the way you see her, and you still let yourself get butt hurt over something as stupid as her getting a text from someone else.

‘I’m so fucking dumb, this is my own damn fault for getting my hopes up.’

You try to go back to scrolling through your phone, but your churning stomach keeps distracting you from thinking about what’s on your own screen, still thinking about the text you saw on Ellie’s.

When Ellie comes back in the room, she tears open the plastic packaging on the comic book and tosses herself onto her bed, pressed against you.

You move away from her slightly, “You ready?”

Ellie’s chest pangs with slight hurt, seeing you distance yourself from her.

“Uh, yeah! Let’s see what the Traveler’s are up to this time,” She says, trying to cover up how let down she is that you clearly don’t want to cuddle with her as usual.

You cross your arms and legs, leaning against the wall against Ellie’s bed. You’re barely able to see the full page of the comic book, but you don’t really care, it’s not like you’ll be able to think of anything except for that text.

Ellie glances over at you, her face crestfallen as she bites her lip, before pulling it together and getting into her “narrator” voice.

“The year is 2186, light years away from planet Earth…”

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read texts w/ reader and ellie here

i realized i don’t have a taglist for this so lmk if you’d like to be added!

taglist: @elsbabyxx @mikellie

[muchmossymess]

GUYS okay hear me out majoras mask boat boys au

I love legend of zelda I love boat boys this is like the ultimate combination of my interests you cannot understand the brainrot. Idk what to call it yet tho... majoras minecraft? Anyway prepare for an essay

OKAY so we have the Hero of Time, Etho, who stopped ganons plans before they started, and would be stuck in a child's body if not for the fact I think that'd be a lil weird for the more shippy aspects of this au that all the running through time aged his soul and his body followed suit (he's still got a young appearance, and the mask doesn't make him look older like he thinks). Same reason he has the scar over his eye (from the ganon fight); no matter how much the body may heal or rewind the mind will not forget.

Then navi (maybe bdubs?) left him, and he went with epona (maybe bdubs instead? (eponas a horse iydk)) and he sets out on a journey aka the beginning of mm:

Wandering through the woods on epona, gets jumped by skull kid. For those unaware, there is skull kid, a lonely lil sweetheart, and he wears the mask, an entity on its own. He also has two fairies, siblings tael and tatl.

So I was a little unsure about this for a while, but I think I've decided on grian for the skull kid and Jimmy for tael, grian bc watchers and Jimmy bc skull kid is not very nice to tael (bc of the mask) and like a listeners reference or smth blah blah blah

TATL. that's who's interesting. At the beginning she gets separated from her friends and becomes your companion. So naturally for this au she is our favourite joel smallishbeans. It works so well. Tatl is mean but cares, and that's joels dynamic with the bad boys and with etho, guys it's literally perfect idc what you say

I think it doesn't change much throughout like the story of the game, but just taking dialogue tatl says to link and its so perfect for a sassy joel to a "can't believe I'm dealing with this shit again" etho. Uh one thing different though; in hylian form etho doesn't have an ocarina but instead a mini marimba. Just because. I think it's cool, and for potential things later on.

Now, fairies in this au are just tiny glowing people shaped things with wings. The glow around them is their magic, and depending on emotions/energy the brightness changes (thats why they look like flying balls of light). Some fairies have the ability to make projections of themselves, more hylian sized in nature. This can be intimidation or distraction or w/e, but they cant do it for long periods of time bc its exhausting. These forms aren't physical. Just sized up light projections of their actual bodies.

So for a lot of their journey, joel is just a cute pocket sized ball of rage and sarcasm, who helps with ethos aim for fighting. Bc that's a game mechanic and also ethos like half blind. But like when joel calms down imagine him crawling into ethos hat and just dozing off. He can fit in the palm of your hand like guys it's so cute. But he is also capable of being worse than a mozzie

Oh probably a good point to put in what I imagine etho looks like. So it's typical link green (maybe a bit dampened?), weird pointy hat, short hair (white ofc), his shirt is more of a jacket with a fluffy cold weather collar, it's a bit too big for him but he knows he'll grow into it, he's all knobbly and thin (underfed a lil, boy was never taught how to care for himself beyond basic survival). His injured eye is red bc of ganon, and often gives him phantom pains. It can't be healed.

Anyway, at some point in their journey together, etho and joel learn a song that let's fairies have a larger physical form, no wings, sorta like the great fairies (who they learnt it from prolly). It isn't permanent, slowly draining ethos magic meter, the spell ends when you run out of magic. This is because I want them to actually be able to stand side by side or maybe hug, and also bc its hard to block a blow with your body when ur tennis ball sized.

Aaaaand, this ties back in with with marimba. What if ethos injured, or unconscious, and he obviously can't defend himself, so joel panics and plays the marimba in what he hopes is the right order to give himself a body. I imagine that being that small, you could not play an ocarina. And hey maybe joel carries etho away after that, and when the spell ends he has barely any light emitting from himself because he spent nearly all his magic (what he is made of) saving etho.

But this song isn't used much, because of its draining nature, and you can't really do any other magic things while it's going. So it's mostly just in the final fight (over and over) or tough moments or maybe joel wants to experience something like hoe hylians do. It's obviously inferior to how he experiences things as a fairy, of course, he's just curious thats all. He totally doesn't want etho to do it more.

Okay I think ill sorta stop here, I am NOT done, I will probably post some art I've done for this later lol, and I want help with who everyone else is (mumbo is the moon. You cannot stop me nor change my mind) with mcyts to npcs

[guess-my-next-obsession]

8 Days of Christmas — Christmas Always Makes Me Cry

pairing: javier peña x f!reader

rating: E (18+ ONLY, angst, javi being homesick, talks of crime, violence, other shit that comes w/ being a dea agent, alcohol consumption, strangers in a bar trope, blowjob, filthy!javi, cunnilingus, ass eating, dirty talk, soft!ending)

word count: 2.5k

8 Days of Christmas Masterlist

It was Christmastime in Bogota, Javi finding himself far away from the comfort and familiarity of Laredo for the third consecutive year—though at this point, Bogota had become more familiar to him than his hometown.

It was summer in Colombia, the heat making him feel all the more distant from the holiday as he washed off the sweat and grime built up from a hard day chasing down sicarios they never could seem to catch. In a way, he felt appreciative for the sweltering air outside—it gave him the opportunity to pretend as though Christmas didn’t exist, and therefore he didn’t have to feel guilty about missing yet another holiday with his father.

But he did miss him. No matter how hard he tried to push the longing out of his head, he missed his dad.

Every year, Chucho and Javi would be sent off by his tias and tios to collect at least five different Christmas trees, the two men helped by a couple generous cousins. They’d drive over to the town’s farm and pack the trees in the back of their trucks before delivering them to each of the Peña households, their payment typically being tamales and, if they got lucky and picked a particularly good tree out, a cerveza.

His family celebrated Christmas on Christmas Eve, as most other Mexicanos did in this part of the country at least. Javi never really did know the reason why—it’s just what they did.

Chucho and Javi rarely spent a Christmas at their own home, the two-story ranch house full of too many memories of Christmases past when his mother was still around to make the holiday feel right. Since her passing, it just felt easier to leave and head over to one of Chucho’s sister’s houses, the crowded, loud, and busy nature of the home providing the perfect distraction for their grief.

But now Javi was left to do his grieving alone, this job of his becoming less of a career and more like a lifestyle with each passing day.

Though he truly didn’t regret going into this line of work—helping people had always been his strong suit—it would be a lie to say that there were days, weeks, months even that he found himself buried beneath the violence and death he witnessed while trying to put these bad guys away. The old Javi, the one that his father and tias knew, was hard to find through the layers of thick skin and numbness he needed to build up in order to survive.

Even if he made it back home for the holidays, he wasn’t sure his family would even recognize him anymore, which hurt him in a way he wouldn’t dare to acknowledge. Not right now, at least.

Needing to blow off some steam, Javi chose to head out to one of the bars catered to tourists and Americans who couldn’t speak a lick of Spanish, hoping to find someone so far removed from everything here in Colombia that suffocated him to take home for the night. While he thoroughly enjoyed his usual exploits here—DEA secretaries and informants, typically—they were all too close to everything he was trying to forget.

“Whiskey,” he ordered once he walked up to the bar, his head turning to the side to scan the room for anything that caught his eye, coming up short in this unusually packed room full of mostly elderly people escaping the northern cold.

When the glass of amber liquor was set in front of him, he paid and tipped the bartender before picking his glass up, taking a full-mouthed swig in hopes of numbing the constant stream of anxious thoughts running through his mind.

One drink turned to four as the hours passed by, the nagging voice inside finally hushed as he continued to watch everyone else have a good time, but no amount of liquor could cure the loneliness he felt deep inside. In fact, he was pretty sure nothing in the world could cure it. He was bound to feel this way forever.

“I’m serious! We went out for a drive and I swear to god I saw a car shot up with bullet holes,” one of the clearly well-off grandmothers beside him recounted to her group, earning a scoff of disbelief from the man beside her.

Javier had never wanted ear plugs more in his life as he sat listening to these out of touch and over-privileged Americans detail how much fun they were having here “exploring the culture”. If only they had any fucking clue that real people lived in this country and had to deal with this shit on a daily basis, maybe that would have removed the smile on their faces, but he doubted it.

“That gonna be it, sir?” the bartender asked, bringing Javi’s eyes forward. Javi held his finger up to gesture for one more drink, hoping that by some act of fate, the woman he’d been hoping for would walk in and help take some of this weight off his shoulders.

With the door opening, Javi turned to look over at the new patron and found his lips parting in surprise. Perhaps the universe was listening after all.

He watched as you walked in, your face scrunching up at the amount of people packed into the bar, a sigh leaving your lips as you weaved your way to the empty spot beside him at the bar. Between your natural beauty and the clear scowl on your face, Javi felt sure that he’d stumbled upon the only other Scrooge in Bogota.

Finding his courage, he managed to clear his throat and gesture to his glass.

“Can I get you one?” he asked, watching you as your eyes flickered to his as though you weren’t sure that he was talking to you.

“Me?” you questioned with a quirked brow, earning a chuckle and a nod. The bartender turned his eyes from Javi to you, awaiting yo ur order. “Uh, yeah. Gin and tonic.”

“I, uh, I’ve never seen this place so packed before,” Javi spoke, the liquor in his system forcing his voice into a huskier tone than usual.

“Yeah, it’s usually dead,” you replied, taking a look around the room before sneaking a glance at him, impressed by his handsome profile as he took a sip of his whiskey. “Must be the tourists escaping the cold.”

“That what you are?” he asked, setting his glass down and looking back to you. You felt your cheeks heat as his eyes bounced across your features with an intense admiration.

“Uh, no, I teach english lit at the University of Bogota,” you informed with a small smile. Javi nodded as though he was proud of you, widening his smile just a bit.

“Impressive.”

“What about you? You here for the season or do you live here?” You noticed the way he tensed a bit at the question and hoped you hadn’t crossed a boundary. Picking up your drink, you decided to take a few needed sips to loosen you up a bit, your nerves clearly still in control.

“I, uh, live here. For now, at least.”

“Oh yeah? Where to next?” you pressed, watching as he weighed his head to the side and shrugged.

“Hopefully back home,” he replied, cracking a somehow sad smile that brought a frown to your face.

“Why hopefully?”

Because I don’t know if I’m gonna make it out of here alive, he wanted to reply.

“It’s…a long story that i’m not allowed to tell you even if i wanted to.” He flashed you a winning smile before holding his hand out. “I just realized I haven’t caught your name.”

You smiled as you slipped your hand into his and told him your name, pleased by the warmth of his palm and how his fingers encompassed your entire hand.

“Javi,” he gave you his name and you whispered it back to him, watching as he nodded in confirmation. “Sounds better when you say it.”

You blushed and rolled your eyes playfully y his compliment. “Well, Javi, what brings you to a bar on Christmas eve? Sú mujer le molesta?” [Your wife bothering you?]

He chuckled. “¿Ves un anillo en mi dedo?” [Do you see a ring on my finger?]

“Figured you took it off,” you shrugged, the liquor in your system turning you playful.

“No, no wife at home nagging at me,” he finally answered your question, bringing his glass to his lips. “What about you? Escaping somebody?”

“Escaping everybody,” you replied with a groan. “Tonight was our work party, and I walked in, took a look around, and walked right back out. Figured getting drunk in a room full of strangers was better than a room full of coworkers.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, eyes flickering to your lips. “Sometimes it’s easier to be with a stranger. You can be whoever you wanna be.”

“And who would you like me to be for you, Javi?” you purred, reaching your hand over to trail a finger up his forearm. Javi’s breath hitched but he quickly recovered, placing his hand on top of yours and intertwining your fingers.

“Just yourself,” he replied, hardly audible over the loud chatter and ambience of the bar.

“Ah, fuck,” Javi had one hand on the back of your head, the other gripping the sink behind him as you took him deep in your mouth. Sinful slurps and glucks filled the single stall restroom at the bar, your eyes wide with tears falling down your cheeks as you bobbed up and down on his cock like you were determined to win a trophy. “So fucking pretty like this, cariño. Gonna make me cum quick.”

You lived for his praise, his husky rasp like music to your ears as you reached to cradle his balls, determined to get him across the finish line in record time. Javi’s neck strained as he tossed his head back, gulping down the strangled moans both of you wished he could let spill freely.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he warned looking down at you with a crease between his brows, s look of awe on his handsome face as he watched you stroke him in time with your slurps and sucks. “Fuck, fuck, fuuu-uck!”

Javi’s coco pulsed as you took him deep into your throat, his lips forming an ‘o’ as he watched you swallow his entire load with ease.

“Jesus fucking Christ, come here,” Javi pulled you onto your feet and kissed you without care of the saliva and cum that remained on the corners of your mouth, his neediness driving you wild. You tossed your arms around his neck and kissed him back with just as much fervor, Javi’s hands reaching for the hem of your dress and lifting it up over your ass. “Bend over. Wanna eat your pussy.”

“Fuck,” you whined and did as he requested, bending over the sink while he positioned himself on his knees behind you. You looked into the mirror, staring at your fucked out state as Javi tugged your panties down your thighs and spread your cheeks to get a good look at your glistening heat.

“So fucking pretty,” he praised before leaning in and licking a broad stripe from your clit to your puckered hole, pulling a gasp from your lips. “And you taste fucking good.”

“Shit, Javi,” you breathed out and reached your hand back to hold his head against you. Javi growled and began his work, lapping at your clit until it swelled before running his tongue all the way up to your ass and back down again. Your thighs shook as you kept yourself upright, your eyes unable to watch yourself anymore as you could hardly keep them open, his tongue pressing into your cunt wiping all coherent thought away. “So good…so fucking good, Javi.”

Javi wrapped his lips around your throbbing clit and started to suck, obscene sounds filling the room again as he spit on your cunt just to slurp it all back into his mouth and do it again.

“Your pussy tastes so good, I could eat you for hours, cariño,” he praised before pressing his tongue to your tighter hole while he circled your clit with two fingers, threatening to push you over the edge. “You gonna cum, baby? Tell me so I can lick it all up. Wanna taste everything you have to give me.”

“Fuck, Javi!” you whined, guiding his head lower to your cunt again as your high began to dawn, Javi’s lips replacing his fingers as he started to suck on your clit again, the pulsing sensation finally pushing you over the edge. “Javi, I’m coming! Fuck!”

“Yes,” he growled against you, sliding his tongue to your entrance to drink you down while you convulsed against the sink counter.

Once your walls ceased their fluttering, Javi stood up, tucking his cock back into his jeans before sliding your panties back up and pulling the hem of your dress down. He helped steady you as you turned around, your hands on his face tugging him down for a searing kiss.

“You wanna come back to mine for the night?” he asked breathily against your jaw, palming your ass as he held you close.

You bit your lip and shook your head, feeling him frown against you. “Sober me wouldn’t be proud of me for going home with a stranger on the first night. No matter how handsome or talented he is.”

“Understandable,” he chuckled against you, his lips now on your neck leaving tiny kisses all over. “I’d like to you see you again, though. Got any Christmas plans?”

“Si, con mi gato,” you replied with a playful grin. “You could come and join us, if you want. I bought a ham and some sides for dinner. Wouldn’t mind sharing it with a handsome stranger.”

“Maybe then you wouldn’t see me as a stranger anymore,” he suggested, pulling back to look down at you. “I’d like that. Might have to take an allergy pill but, for you, it’s worth it.”

“I’ll tell my cat to leave you alone,” you chuckled, stroking over his mustache. “I’m glad I came out tonight. You really made my holiday better, Javi.”

“I can’t tell you just how much I agree,” he smiled and kissed you again. “C’mon, stranger. There’s probably a line of old people outside waiting to scold us for taking so long.”

“Gotta fix this first,” you gestured at your face, your mascara running and lipstick smudged over your chin. Javi shrugged as he took a good look at your fucked out state.

“I think it’s a good look.”

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[cinnasalmon]

cinna!!!! can i request some Zevlor headcanons to cheer myself up? 🥺 (i am getting Anxious™ bc of the upcoming, stressful month)

YES you can have w/e you want bb

Honestly this is basically hype man/crying shoulder Zevlor headcanons bc as someone with chronic anxiety and depression I... think about this a lot

• If a loved one or child comes to him distressed about something he'll drop whatever he was doing and give them his full attention.

• He may hold himself to an irrationally high standard, but he'll never expect the same from anyone else (except maybe his soldiers in Elturel).

• He'll be their voice of reason, but if they want someone to just listen, he'll gladly do that too !

• In fact, I think at the grove if anyone wanted to "get away" without leaving (not that he would let them anyway) they could go to the secluded chamber and chill out in silence. He wouldn't say a word to them unless they wanted to talk.

• Additionally, if anyone came out of shock for a moment and had a meltdown and nothing was working, someone would eventually rush to get Zevlor as a last resort. He was busy strategizing their survival, but he was a commander and one of those duties was keeping up the morale of his people even when things were bleak.

• If someone says they've been feeling down for a while, he'll pull one of those "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" then won't let them answer before he says "It doesn't matter, thank you for telling me now," and pulls them in for A BIG WARM TIEFLING HUG

• He'll give advice when asked and will listen when prompted, but sometimes if someone isn't doing what they should be (like when its 3pm and you're still rotting in bed) he's good at gently urging.

• Rubbing his hand on their back or shoulder, asking if there's anything he can do to help, etc. He'll compromise and indulge them for a moment, but only if they promise to Do The Thing. He'll even do it with them! Ugh damn this bastard and his high charisma!!

• He'll also go out of his way to make sure they're his priority the rest of the day or until they feel better. If they tend to isolate and want to be left alone, he'll leave a snack or a cute note for them to find. If they want a distraction, he'll offer to go for a walk and people watch or play a game. And if they just want to be held for a moment, he'll be more than happy to oblige : )

[madwomansapologist]

A&W | tamerlane usher & william 'bill-t' wilson

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synopsis: You were the new girl. A play pretend, for Tamerlane Usher. A way to satisfy his wife, for Bill. They just couldn't predict you would be Tamerlane's clone. Or that you would do them so well. [3,6K]

warnings: smut. prostituition. threesome. voyeurism. masturbation. p in v. cream pie. oral. fingering. tw: use of 'good boy' and 'so fucking pretty'. dom!tamerlane. switch!reader. female!reader. reader is described to look alike tamerlane.

Tamerlane Usher expected to see a new, different face when she opened her front door. "Sorry for being late," you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. With a delicate smile, you reached out to her. "You may call me Love."

But all Tammy saw was herself.

It was like facing a mirror. You weren't a clone, there were enough different traits and details for her to be sure of it, but you looked like another version of Tamerlane. Like someone's blurred memory of her.

Your hair was a little bit longer, but it was the same color and texture as hers. Your eyelashes were a little bit ticker, but your eyes shone in the same tone as hers. Your smile was beaming and unapolagetic, but your lips were exactly like hers. So different, and yet so similar.

Tamerlane thought about how she so easily can forget someone's face. How sometimes imagination take place over memory. She imagined if anyone ever thought about her, but only pictured you. Would Bill ever do that? After this night, would he think about Tammy and see her copycat instead?

"Love?" Tamerlane licked her lips, a smirk growing slowly on her face. She didn't touch your hand, just gave you space to enter. "We thought you had changed your mind."

After the Goldbug launch, the last girl warned she was moving to another city. Tamerlane couldn't just hire anyone. First: she has standarts. Second: she has a reputation. It took her sometime to find someone, and for those past few weeks she felt starved.

She was so relieved when the last girl told about you. After discussing with you through e-mail, Tammy knew you were open to most of her desires. Then it came the NDAs, blood tests, creation of a new bank account. And Pym's research about you.

When he called her 4am to only say you were clean, Tamerlane almost felt like herself again.

"I would never," you said as your followed Tammy. "The last girl send me the wrong address."

It was difficult to not look at yourself through any of the mirrors there. Althought, maybe you could just look at Tamerlane. She is your distorced mirror.

After she gave you the envelope with the payment, a man came out of the kitchen with a bowl of salad. And his face certainty weren't new for you.

Of course you knew who Tamerlane Usher was. It feels impossible to try to survive without bumping into something owened by a Usher or their partners. You knew her name, her brand, but not her face. As any smart rich person, she went out of her away to not be famous.

Maybe you could pass by Roderick Usher and not realize who he was. Madeline could be right behind you and you would never noticed. But that would never happened with William "Bill" Wilson.

His face is everywhere. Sometimes it feels like it's stalking you. So many products, banners, commercials. It's impossible to use Tik Tok and never had seen at least a second of his classes. Either because of his knowledge about health or how no one can understand how he is able to smile while working out, people know Bill.

Bill is the face of Tamerlane's empire.

And here was him, serving the table.

Everything smelled so good. And also looked so delicious. Even the salad. Distracted by the food, it took you a second to notice the mesmerized look on his face.

"Your hair," Bill murmured. He sounded uncomfortable. Almost ofended. He glared at Tamerlane. "You chose that wig?"

You reached out to him already expecting to be ignored as when you did the same with Tamerlane. "Hello, Bill. I'm Love," it surprised you when he grabbed your hand.

It was a stiff, reservated movement. But you still feel like he saw you as more than the thing that will spicy the night. Like when you act as polite as you can with an worker because you want be sure that they will understand you see them as human beings. The quick gest carried some sort of companionship.

You both are working for Tamerlane tonight.

"That's my hair..." You touched a strand of it, twirling it on your hand. You tried to sound unsure, insecure. "You don't like it?"

Bill hesitated. Normally they ask Tamerlane if she liked what they chose, not him. Those girls could make him bleed and they would still ask Tamerlane if they should keep going. It never is about him, Bill don't want it to be about him, so why bother? But you held your gaze on him, waiting for an opinion, and so he had to came up with one.

"Is just that," it was almost a whisper. Bill put his hands behind his back, and for a second ignored your gaze by looking at Tammy. "You both are identicals."

"I don't think so," you said, touching your lips lightly. By his tone, you couldn't say if it was a good or a bad thing for him. You turned to Tammy, who was pushing a chair for her, and then went back to Bill's eyes. Your smirk surprised him. "My clothes are cheaper."

That made them smile. You unbuttoned your black coat, and Bill took it from your hands. Even from behind, you could feel him staring at you. Staring at your emerald dress.

Tamerlane, already sat on her chair, saw you giving her a little spin. That made her breathe in. She could already feel her womb warming up.

You both were matching.

"I thought we should start with dinner. Let's do a celebration, maybe a birthday. Just eat, drink, enjoy one another. Do you drink wine? Good. We'll talk about the rest later."

Bill pulled your chair. You sat at the beginning of the table, and held his hand before Bill could get away from you. Carressing it, you felt the warmth of his skin. "I'm so, so sorry for being late," you whispered. "I really am."

"That's fine," Bill finally said after a few seconds of silence.

"I can see you worked a lot. Everything looks amazing." You put your head in between your hands, watching Bill sitting beside you. "I love when you cook for me. It makes me feel like I'm part of a team. Our team."

Unsure of how to proceed, Bill looked at Tamerlane. He waited for instructions, maybe just as controled by Tamerlane as you. Her eyes were approving, so he turned back to you with more confidence.

Bill think it's so funny how he was turned into a puppet by her hands. Who would imagine that he would ever bend like that? Love really fucks people up. At least his love for Tamerlane did fucked him up.

He would do anything for her. Anything to keep her. Including this. If she needs that, so be it.

"I feel the same," and Bill really wasn't lying. He just wasn't. "Makes me feel part of something."

Tamerlane slid against her chair, intrigued by how this was going.

You grabbed his hand, and he carressed yours. "We against the world, right?"

Bill smiled. "Always."

You knew he was beautiful, who could ignore that fact, but he was so much prettier from up close. So sweet. For a moment you just watched him, and you also felt like he was watching you.

"I almost forgot," you walked to where he put your coat and searched for something on the pockets. "The real reason why I'm late."

You came back with a white, tiny box in your hands. You settled it in front of Bill, and took a bite from the plate he made for you. "Perfect, as always," you licked your lips and tapped the box twice. "C'mon. I want to see your reaction."

He took it on his hands, feeling how light the box was. When he opened it, he saw a hand watch. "Did you liked it? It's so difficult to gift someone. What can I give to someone that can have anything? There are so many things that can go wrong. If you didn't, I can just..."

"I loved it," Bill stopped you. "But I don't have anything for you."

You took it from his hands, and opened to put it around his fist. "You don't need to." Your hands stayed against his forearm, strucking it lightly. "You're more than enough to make me happy."

Tamerlane was already dripping.

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Tamerlane told you both to wait while she made sure everything was ready and set. You finished your glass of wine, the only one you drank that night, and got distracted observing the room for long enough to forget you weren't alone.

What remind you of that was noise coming from the kitchen.

You walked slowly, so carefully that Bill didn't even saw you. But you saw him. He bend over the sink, searching for something that looked like a medicine box, murmuring something to himself. And when he found, you recognized the blue pill on his hand.

"That just broke my heart, big boy." The way Bill got startled made you smirk. "I'm not pretty enough for you?"

Alone, you could see how he was more relaxed. Maybe calmer. Near his wife, Bill needs to lie. Near you, he don't need to. Even thought you know that this dinner wasn't entirely a play pretend, it was still one.

"You're not the problem," he murmured.

"Then what is the problem?" You whispered, stepping closer to him. "Don't tell me you gonna fuck a woman for your wife and not even enjoy it?"

"That way is easier for the both of us," Bill whispered, mirroring you. "None of us wants to be here, let's just get it done already."

You held his hand before he could put the pill on his mouth. "You think I don't want to be here?" You got even closer. "That I don't want to be near you?"

Bill didn't knew what to say. He just agreed.

"I can't wait to make you feel good. To make sure you won't have time to think those stupid thoughts. You won't worry about anything else." Carressing his chest, you felt how stiff he really was. How nervous and uncomfortable that whole night has been for him. What a shame. A man as pretty as him don't deserve to ever feel that way. "Because that's what I do. That's what I love to do."

Your hands massaged his shoulders, then his forearms. "So tense," you grabbed Bill's hands and kissed his knuckles. Not even once you looked away from him. "You can pretend I'm her."

Calmly, you slid your fingers against his. Just playing with his skin, letting goosebumps on him. "I won't be ofended. If it's easier for you. It's easier for her, that I know."

Bill whimpered, and you never before wanted so bad to break someone. To take this mask Bill use, his all put together way, and smash it against the ground. To see him wide, unapolagetic.

You bite lightly his middle finger, just to mess with him, before you straighned up your posture. "I promise not to say a damn thing. If it makes it easier. All you need to do is to closer your eyes."

Tamerlane's heels made you look away, but you kept on holding his hand. "Can you do that for me, big boy?" You turned back to him, a ghost of a smile appearing on your face. "Can you fuck me like I'm yours?"

"Everything alright over here?" Tamerlane announced herself.

You blinked at Bill before turning to her. You gave Tammy another beaming smile.

You followed her to the bedroom, the tension rising. You could feel Bill watching you, his gaze burning your back. When Tamerlane locked the door, you took a deep breath.

"Since it's our first time, let's start slowly," Tamerlane walked toward her armchair. "Bill, help her take off her dress. I want you both to kiss, it don't need to be romantic, and then lie on bed with her on top. We'll see how it goes."

You stepped towards Bill. "You like when I wear green?"

"Yes, I do." Bill was more eager to answer this time. Maybe it has something to do with the way you made him unable to look away while you followed Tamerlane.

"I like it better when I'm wearing nothing. And you?"

Tamerlane unbuttoned her pants, unable to look away. This was... different. No one ever bothered to talk. To continue this act no matter what happens. She was salivating.

Bill held your waist, and he did so with force. You felt fingers brush against your ribs, moving up to brush against your breasts, squeezing the flesh of your waist. His gaze alone seemed capable of tearing your dress.

You turned around, and Bill pulled you against him. That felt so right. You took a deep breath, holding his hand against your body. You rubbed against him, feeling him through his pants, and smiled victoriously.

“The zipper,” you whispered.

Bill opened it calmly, noticing every inch of exposed skin, his finger brushing against your back. The dress fell off. You stepped out of it, and kicked it towards Tamerlane.

She smirked.

You were fun.

Which meant she was fun.

Bill grabbed your waist again, but without the dress the touch felt so new. You both just kept like that, as if it was a normal thing for the both of you, until you chose to turned around. You knew you were putting on a little show for the both of them.

“Kiss me,” you commanded. As if it was you the one ordering that. As if it was your idea, not Tammy's. As if you were her. You promised Bill to make him believe you were Tamerlane. You always keep your promises. "Now."

And Bill did as you wanted him to. As you ordered him to.

It was raw. Famine. You felt like Bill was trying to taste your soul. To hold onto it and never let it go. Bill kissed you like he was a starved man, and you accept him like a sheep waiting to be sacrified. And still, you weren't a sheep. You couldn't be one. Not if you want him to see you as Tamerlane.

Tamerlane is a wolf.

You pulled him by the collar of his shirt, not bothering to be gentle. You held him like Bill was yours, which meant that for tonight he would be. You pushed him, causing Bill to stumble back. He gasped, just like Tamerlane.

"Sit down," you demanded.

Bill couldn't think straight, his mind confused from the wine and the desire for more, so you pushed him hard. He fell onto the bed, staring at you from below as if you were a sight he had never seen before. "Is it so difficult to obey me?"

He shook his head. "No," he felt the need to repeat.

If you were Tamerlane, he would never be so needy. You would satisfy him whenever you could. But you can understand her side. There's nothing as beautiful as a giant man smelling like desire.

“Take off your shirt,” you ordered. This time he obeyed. As Bill threw his shirt away, you caressed his chest. So much more delicate than the push, so much more certain than the provocations exchanged in the kitchen. "Good boy."

You sat on his lap, and carefully laid him on the bed. You nibbled his lip, licked his thick neck, scratched his pecs. You slid your hand down his pants, knowing well that Bill was looking at your exposed intimacy, and felt his dick. Getting hard.

Even with tissue separating your skin from his, you knew he was big. That made you drool.

Tamerlane had already thrown her pants away. Her shirt was unbuttoned, her bra lost on the floor. She continued to wear her panties, just because she liked the feeling of them rubbing against her hand.

You grabbed Bill's hand and placed it on your waist. "Squeeze," and he did. His hands roamed your body, and you began to rub yourself against his growing bulge.

You opened his pant, and smirked when you saw his cock. "Say please," you hissed.

Bill swallowed. He squeezed you, his nail digging into your skin, but it was a good pain. "Pretty please," that made you want to get him inside your mouth. Make him melt against your tongue, choke on him until your eye burns, let him occupy your mouth for the rest of the night. But Tamerlane said you were supposed to be on top of him, and you weren't going to disobey her.

You sliding your hand up and down, and saw as Bill closed his eyes. You pushed your thumb against a vein, following it until his most sensitive point. And Bill was indeed sensitive. How long has been since he was last worshiped?

"Tammy," Bill moaned. And when he did it, Tammy let a whimper escape her throat. You stopped breathing, filled with a sense of pride. Bill whispered sweet nothing, chills went down your spine.

When you took him inside you, inch by inch, Bill shuddered. He grabbed your body, scratched your skin, moaned Tamerlane's name. You squeezed your walls, and you saw when Bill lost control. When it was too good to think.

You didn't look at Tamerlane. You could feel her gaze burning you, you knew you only had to look in any of the mirrors to see her, but you didn't dare. You only heard the moans, the wet sounds that her pussy made. That added to Bill inside you almost made you lose control.

Almost, because you wanted them to lose it sooner.

Bouncing on his dick, Bill spread his thick muscular legs. You were surprised when he lifted his torso, pulling your body close, but his mouth against yours silenced any exclamations from you.

Bill held his back, and without any effort he changed the position. Him on top, your legs pinning him against you, his forearms resting on the bed. That kiss was more than anything. He devoured you. And he did it so well you didn't even remember that you were supossed to be on top of him.

Tamerlane also forgot about that.

She just imagined herself in your place. She imagined herself commanding, demanding, mocking him. Tamerlane imagined herself making him feel so good that she would need to remind him to touch her, to look at her, to breathe. And then Tamerlane found herself being overpowered. Being thrown on the bed because Bill felt so much pleasure that he simply needed more, he needed everything she could give him, he needed it even if it meant disobeying her.

And when Bill whimpered Love, when he moaned your name while fucking you so good, she imagine herself between you both. She imagined her fingers deep into you, feeling how warm and wet he made you for her. Tamerlane imagined Bill kissing her the way he did to you, with your hands tucking on her hair.

Bill brushed the hair out of your face. "So fucking pretty," he murmured against her mouth. You opened your eyes, your mouth turning in a soft smile, and you felt tears forming on your eyelid. Bill was even better than you imagined. "You're mine," he growled. "So fucking mine."

His digits found a home in your pussy, spreading your arousal against your clit. Your nails entered his skin, and with a little more force you would be able to make him bleed. And it was at that moment that Bill came apart inside you.

He filled you, made you complete, all while moaning against your face. You trapped him with your legs, leaving him even deeper inside you, and only then did you have the courage to look at her.

Tamerlane couldn't keep her eyes open. Couldn't see it. She felt so good, so soft, so on the edge of an orgasm that she couldn't control her body. Her arm burned, her fingers curled over her clit, but she couldn't stop. She couldn't do anything but continue.

So when she felt a soft tongue against her pussy, the moan sounded too much like a scream. But she opened her eyes, saw you kneeling, looking at her with so much desire, and thought of nothing but to continue. As well as letting you lick up every drop of her. Letting you make her feel as good as you made Bill just a few seconds ago.

Tamerlane imagined his cum dripping down your legs. She looked up, and saw Bill recovering on the bed. She saw his smile, the way he looked deep into her eyes. And she saw that he was happy. Really happy.

Tamerlane squeezed her hair, guiding your tongue tightly against her. She replaced her fingers with yours, and in no time Tamerlane came looking right into Bill's eyes.

He was hard. Again. Sitting on him, your back against Bill's sweaty chest, he fucked you deliciously. Again. Tamerlane licked your breasts, bit your nipples, rubbed her hand against your pussy in such a dirty way. Such a good way.

Embraced by them, you felt so right. Like you were at the exactly place you should be. Like everything in your life led you towards them. Or maybe it was just the second orgams coming.

When Tamerlane woke up later that same morning, the first thing she saw was you between them both. Bill sleeping peacefully, hugging you from behind with his hand resting on Tamerlane's tight.

And she just went back to sleep.

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[synthient]

If Rogue himself is "the boss," then the sequence of events is probably something like:

The nail-polished hand picking up the tooth has its most obvious explanation, which is that the girlcult he set up to resurrect him back in rtd1 is still active. This probably means the identity of the specific person who picked up the tooth will end up being kind of irrelevant (a little disappointing imo, but w/e)

The Master decided his next big scheme would be to become the crimelord of a bounty hunting ring, and have his people survey the universe for any surviving time lords

The Meep is a Master mirror because he specifically hired someone who reminded him of himself

He located the Doctor and decided to flirt with him in disguise for fun (Missystyle), but noticed while he was there that something was fucky with the tardis

The bounty hunting crime ring will probably be a bit of a fakeout reveal - the Doctor is like "aha! So THAT'S your big evil plan!" and Rogue is like "well, it was, but then I got a little distracted by the fact that you've been reality warping the whole universe into larp-ing with you"

The fact that Rogue actually enjoys bounty hunting (as a comparatively "constructive" outlet) might be set up as a fodder for a future semi-redemption arc (but will mostly take the back burner to the reality warping thing for now)

[manasurge]

GW2 30 Day Challenge

6. Favourite Elite spec?

(I couldn't find any fancy pics of my own to use, so instead have a couple angles of mirage cloak glitching out and turning the Mirage into an eternal swirling and glowing vortex. These are old screenshots before the Aurene mounts were released as well since I use those for my main) It's... Mirage!! (surprising to absolutely no one who knows me). I just LOVE being invulnerable and hard to hit, plus all the mobility that comes with the spec and the SUPER fast gameplay (I love very fast inputs and reactions, which makes playing slower classes difficult for me bc I'm impatient and spam click abilities lkdjflsf). Being able to jaunt/blink everywhere, shadowstep, clone+phantasm distractions, and evasion hax dodging (mirage cloak my beloved) made dodging part of my rotation, making me really dumb with a lot of other classes bc I instinctively want to dodge all the time due to muscle memory. Also fun fact: Mirage/Mesmer was the first spec that I used a 80-boost on, and I was able to learn it just fine! (and even became my favourite!) so boosting a class to learn it is totally okay in my opinion!! Just do cozy open world map comp to ease your way into it and it'll be cherry!

Granted I also don't exactly play the class as intended. While I have 3 builds for her (guess I should say my main, Vespaura), I tend to just use her power build (since Mirage is moreso meant for Condi and boons or w/e, which I have builds for and also never use lol). I think this build I like to use was originally made for the Labyrinth (tagging everything with GS), but I tweaked it a bit with other preferences since it has pretty good survivability and is an absolute monster when I attack huge groups of mobs (Greatsword lasers are the best invention and it NEVER gets old. Also the amount of laser ricochet gets me pretty high damage and looks absolutely bonkers on my side (what a lightshow!), plus my lasers are HOMING lasers, which means they will automatically hit any enemies in the vicinity around me and helps out if I don't notice them from a different angle, allowing me to re-orient myself. I also don't have to worry too too much about aim bc of this too! (oh yeah, and especially with relics being a thing now. Mabon relic has been pretty neat so far cuz I can take advantage of that boost being used to hit all those targets!). Though power GS does fall a bit against single targets, but that's fine! (I sort of have the daggers for that at least!). I also play with a trackpad, which is a funny thing to tell ppl, especially when playing a class like Mirage, lol. I just hate using a mouse and only have it for certain games that force me to use it. I just don't want carpel tunnel and my wrist is more relaxed this way (never had problems! so far at least). I just love playing at ranged with non-ranged weapons (Greatswords, daggers. Mine actually has all 3 types of blades (very lesbian of her) bc she has a sword as well. I literally gave her both of Caithe's weapons askjflfj. I'm so glad that I can give my Mirage daggers now!! much more fun than another sword/axe!). It's just so much fun, and I CAN'T WAIT to see what rifle is gonna be like!! I just love ranged classes bc stacking ALWAYS gets me killed constantly... so yeah I'm the annoying person who doesn't like stacking bc I'd rather not be dead!!!!! (I'm sorry I just HATE stacking. I can't see SHIT and it's just so much visual noise for me!! let me breathe!!) and plus I revive everyone in fights thanks to invulnerabilities allowing me to rez through attacks. You're welcome!!! (I rez so many people during metas and other fights) I also just love Mesmer in a class in general bc it's unique in comparison to a lot of other fantasy classes, and I just adore the concept and the aesthetics (flamboyant fancy dramatic magic user? HELL YEAH. Literally the gayest magic user ever and I'm eating it up). I also love the ability to make clones and all the pretty butterflies, and phantasms and all that! I know a lot of ppl don't like clones/phantasms, but they save my ass every time and I appreciate them very much.

[reallygrossstuff]

since you mentioned it in the diaperstuck discord... Kris equipping the party with increasingly embarrassing and babyish items with weird effects... but the stats are so good! They can't just throw away items that powerful!~

This request spoke to me, I love RPG mechanics and I love getting to describe outfits, so thanks for indulging me! And I'm glad you liked that conversation, it was definitely a fun one.

(Had to cut myself off from describing about three tiers of increasingly embarrassing and humiliating outfits, lmao)

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“Can I say? I freaking hate all of this crap.”

The chests Kris had been finding as they moved through the Dark World were... unexpected, to say the least. Some of them simply held weird items, friendship bracelets or brooches or average new weapons for their party members, but yet others seemed decidedly out of place.

Unlike the red chests, these boxes were always a pale blue, held shut by a pair of flimsy latches instead of a single clasp. In the beginning, the items these chests contained weren’t as necessary, and generally they didn’t ask anyone to wear them unless truly needed. Sure, a certain wristband might have increased Susie’s defence by a few points, but it wasn’t worth it if she was constantly distracted resisting the urge to chew on it. And what was the use in a pair of shoes that boosted Ralsei’s healing, if they also made him stumble and trip during combat?

As the party moved closer to the king’s castle and its fountain, though, the gap between the ‘normal’ equipment they found and the less usual pieces grew larger, and their bonuses grew more necessary to continue.

The outfit Susie was complaining about at the moment was the latest in a line of clothes she’d been voicing her displeasure at. In a paradox that would have been amusing if it were present in a game instead of real life, the clothing that granted her the most defence and survivability also appeared the daintiest. This one, a peach-coloured baby romper with a subtle zigzag pattern, was certainly the daintiest yet, only made more so by the pink ribbon pulling her hair out of her eyes and into a small ponytail.

“Sorry,” Kris said, trying to convey past their flat affect that they really were, “but you need the extra defence. That last jigsawry nearly knocked you out, and if it had then the rest of us would’ve gone down too. You need to be able to take more hits.”

Susie growled, clenching her fists around the grip of her new hammer - it squeaked when impacting enemies, but made them tired extremely quickly. “How the hell does that even work? My normal clothes are thicker than this, they should give me better defence!”

“But Susie,” Ralsei said soothingly, “if you’re cuter, darkners won’t hit you as hard.”

“You calling me cute, feather-duster?!”

Ralsei squeaked as Susie gnashed her teeth, taking an unconscious step behind Kris to shield himself. “N-no, of course not, w-who’d call you cute, haha! J-just, um, other people might think that, a-and you are taking more hits the cuter your, um, your clothes are, so...”

After a few more seconds of levelling a murderous glare at Ralsei, Susie deflated slightly, turning a slightly less violent look on Kris. “If you tell anyone I wore this crap, they won’t believe you, and I’ll throw you in the dumpster behind Ice-E’s.”

“I’m not going to tell anyone,” Kris sighed, tugging gently on Ralsei’s arm to get him walking with them as they continued forwards. “Who’d believe me about the Dark World in the first place? And besides, we’re all dealing with this.”

Susie snorted, falling into line behind Kris, on the other side to Ralsei. “Some of us way more than others.”

“Susie’s kind of right, it is strange there isn’t really anything for you in these chests, Kris... maybe we should go back and see if we’ve missed any, it’d be bad if your stats fell too far behind.”

Looking backwards at Ralsei as they walked, Kris conceded the point. While Ralsei’s clothing wasn’t as drastically changed as Susie’s, he was in a shorter robe than he’d started the adventure in, one that somehow looked even fluffier than his original one. It, along with the plastic diaper cover made visible by its short hem, was one of the best items for magic power Kris had found so far, while his new duck-patterned scarf sharply boosted his ability to channel tension points. Yes, it also made him poorly balanced in combat, and the matching mittens he wore made him unable to access his inventory quickly, but it was getting harder and harder to put enemies to sleep, so he’d had to get used to it all.

Kris knew in comparison they’d gotten it easier so far. They wore a silicone chew necklace over their armour which improved their ability to act at the cost of a quiet urge to stim with it, but otherwise all of their armour and weaponry had come from red chests. They were certain they would’ve found equipment if they looked, the same way their teammates’ outfits were clearly intended for them, and while they hadn’t ignored any blue chests they’d actually seen, neither were they keen on going back and searching for any.

They wouldn’t rub salt in Susie’s wounds, but the longer they could go without matching her, the better.

“Going back means more time for us to be worn down by other darkners,” They explained, shaking their head. “It’s better if we keep moving forward and try to find new things instead.”

“Man, stop being right, it’s not fair you get to dodge all this crap,” Susie groused, but kept following them regardless. “I swear, it’s like you’ve got some kind of magic shield stopping anything from-”

“-oh, there’s another chest!”

Ralsei’s call came a minute before they actually reached the chest, before they could even determine which kind it would be. But as it came into focus, no longer obscured by trees, all three of them could see that it was another blue chest, guaranteed to be more powerful - but less convenient - than someone’s current loadout.

Kris took responsibility for opening it, like all the other ones, and like the others they crossed their fingers as they levered the lid open, hoping that nothing too bad would be inside.

Unlike those other times, their luck ran dry.

Susie barked a single, sharp note of laughter when the contents were revealed, though whether at the equipment itself or from how the colour drained from Kris’ face was an open question.

“I don’t actually need to wear this,” Kris said quickly, making what they knew was a cowardly exit. “It won’t make my acts any stronger, and the downsides aren’t worth it like yours-”

“-It’ll make you take as many hits as Susie can, and you’ll always move first in fights,” Ralsei interrupted, kindly but without mercy. Fixing him with their flattest look only made them shrug nervously, clumsily tugging on the brim of their hat. “I-it’s true.”

“What was it you told us, Kris?” Susie clapped one hand on Kris’ shoulder, locking them in place in front of the chest. “Downsides don’t matter if they get us through this place faster, right?”

Forced to stare at their new equipment, robbed of any out they could find, Kris could only mumble, “where do I even start with putting that on?”

“I think I can see how it fits. Susie, if you help me take these mittens off, I think we can sort it out together...”

---

Kris was never going to be able to open a chest again.

As Ralsei neatly folded their previous gear to pack into the next dimensional box they found, Susie started laughing at them all over again, watching their clumsy attempts to stand upright. “Oh, god, this makes it all worth it actually. You look like the world’s worst spaceman!”

“We’re absolutely not talking about this,” Kris forced out in a deadpan, taking their movements even slower, insistent on being able to stand on their own.

On the upside, Ralsei was right; Kris felt sturdier wearing their new equipment, and that strange new sense they’d gotten since arriving in the Dark World said they would in fact move first in every fight. On the downside, that came at the cost of wearing a full-body sleeper with sewn-in mittens and booties.

The bulk of the sleeper was the same night-sky blue as their bodysuit, but there were accent stripes up their outer thighs and along their arms in the hot pink of their original cape, and their extremities were swaddled in the same colour. The sleeper had large pads of foam to replicate the armour they could no longer wear, albeit the cuirass was designed to look more like a sewn-on bib, complete with a childish card suits pattern. The zipper keeping them in ran parallel to their spine, which had required Ralsei to help them into and would certainly require Ralsei to get them out of, since they doubted Susie would cooperate with that.

Somehow making it worse, the sleeper was padded out around their waist, the material there baggy enough to accommodate the thick diaper they wore underneath it. Kris had tried to insist there was no reason to wear that too, but Ralsei had innocently commented on the underwear’s all-stats boost, and after that Susie had refused to let them opt out, which they should have expected.

Finally reaching their feet, Kris’ arms windmilled for a second, trying to find their balance with their gait and centre of gravity so altered. They stood at least an inch shorter just from how bow-legged the diaper made them, and every testing step they took was both insultingly slower and accompanied by a loud rustle, not at all muted by the thick sleeper covering their diaper.

“I mean,” Susie started, words interrupted by yet more laughter, “I’m not gonna tell anyone else, that’d be stupid with what you’ve got on me. But oh man, Kris, you are not hearing the end of this from me any time soon.”

Feeling unwanted colour rise in their cheeks, Kris looked away, hoping for some kind of support from Ralsei. But the goat simply hid his face under his hat, now finished packing their supplies and fumbling with his own mittens. As Susie helped him into them, Kris realised that Susie was now the only member of their party with quick inventory access, or available to help with changing equipment.

“Let’s just. Go. Before this manages to get even more awkward.” Setting a much slower pace, Kris walked - or waddled - onward, uncomfortably bare-handed since their mittens wouldn’t close around the hilt of any weapon.

Maybe that was a blessing, they thought. With how their luck had turned, any new weapon probably would’ve just been a giant rattle.

[gen-is-gone]

cut

Diary entry to maintain the decade+ tumblr diary that helps me avoid memory-holing large chunks of my life.

The fifth was weird liminal day and I'm already forgetting it. None of the Chaos Gremlins came in except E and his dad. We talked about why reagan was a terrible president and Laurie texted Marian who let us leave at 7:30. I listened to about half of American Idiot on the drive home, and had three shots of bourbon with dinner. Ferro and I watched episodes of buffy with no context.

Yesterday sucked. I didn't sleep all night the night of the 5th/6th because I kept having panic attacks that would make my heart pound out of my chest and wake me up as I was on the verge of sleep. Probably the booze as much as anything else though. Basically spent most of the morning in the shower then dragged myself to work. It was raining, then snowing/sleeting, and I didn't even get to enjoy it. Marian was sympathetic, offered to let me go home early if my volunteer didn't show up, but R wanted the distraction so she came in and I stayed til closing.

I was really sick and (lbr) hungover all morning. Mom called me at work in tears and we talked a bit. I went to her house at lunch and had a bit of green chile stew but I mostly wasn't up for eating. I apologized for being distant recently. I feel like every older democrat woman in my life has been betrayed, and I feel awful for my mom. She deserved a woman president. She's 73. I don't think she's going to see one. I feel awful for those two ladies who survived the Tulsa Massacre who cast probably the last votes of their lifetime for Harris. I feel awful for R and all the girls old enough to know what happened but too young to have voted. I'm worried about R and her family in particular, but at least they got out of texas.

Storytime happened. It felt like I was wearing a corpse on my face and just waiting for it to slough off in front of the toddlers, but I did it. That sounds wildly overdramatic and probably is, but I guess what I mean is that putting false expressions on my face *feels* like my skin belongs to someone else, and I'm not really controlling it. I dunno.

Cute storytime mom who came in last week as well called a few hours later to like, warn me that the xtian tradwife mommies who are regulars were being smug assholes and saying fucked up shit, and called them 'unsafe women', which was. Weird? Like yeah, I know they're like that, it's not surprising. They treat me like a robot dispensing free entertainment to their children and I know they're all nutso homeschool conservatives but like. I work here. They're regulars. It's a fundamental tenet of library work that we do not exclude people on the basis of any creed or ideology, and that applies equally to conservatives as it does to the left, assuming everyone behaves themselves in public (which, tbf, is not by any means something you can assume). Also I'm not gonna treat their three year olds like shit, y'know? So I dunno. I guess it was sweet that she wanted to warn me, but there's really not much for me to do about it. I know who those people are, it just doesn't make any difference.

On the plus side, A&E and A&S's respective moms came in with them (presumably just to get out of the house for a while, and they turned out to be democrats and deeply appalled, so that's something [positive?] I guess. I like them, so I'm glad they're not evil. The four kids were just happy out was snowing. E was extremely loud, as he tends to be.

R came and basically said everyone was worried about her and wouldn't stop talking about the election, so I gave her hot chocolate and said we wouldn't talk about it, which I think she appreciated. Things were almost normal that last hour. We changed out the drawing table at long long last, after counting a grand total of 52 bill ciphers drawn on it. She made the A in 'Draw On Me' into a bill, and wrote 'on me' in the bill symbol substitution code. She's literally never seen gravity falls, lol.

After work I drove home and it was raining, which made traffic about as nuts as one would expect. Ferro and I hung out and didn't talk about the election (much) then watched more out of order buffy, which thankfully I really don't care about. I was falling asleep by like 8:45 because of the aforementioned utter lack the night before, so I went to bed very early. Still didn't sleep great, but better.

Woke up earlyish this morning to find that Marian texted all of us. Power is out at work and won't be up all day most likely, so the snow day we all hoped for happened. Perks of working in a rural place I guess. It's 10:50 now and per usual, the sky out west is turning blue, but the mountains are gray still and that's the view out the front windows in the new house, so I'm trying to enjoy it as best I can. Under different circumstances I'd be really happy about the weather. No heat still so I'm sitting in front of the space heater just like last winter. I miss Celeste but you didn't hear that from me. I'm being super detailed because I strongly suspect I'm not going to remember any of this week in a year from now, although given the way we store positive vs negative memories, maybe I'm wrong about that and all of this will be in vivid sparkling 4k clarity for the rest of my life. Unfortunately writing it down is probably helping.

Audrey 2 has a lil hat, which is cute.

[rainy-weather-supremacy]

*I show up with a crate full of guns on your front porch* Aye wots this then

Character who would survive literally everything

Funniest name you ever gave a character

Who has the most disturbing lore?

What can stop Tara? Nothing? Anything?

Do the eldritch patrons exist because they are the fears we humans have or are they something entirely else?

Character you think your audience would hit with the bbg beam

Character that likes to fight

Who is the most „civilized?“

Why is Daniel the most stylish? Explain, now

Anyways I need yer help we needa throw these bloody bastards into the river lets go

Y A W O T M A T E ? ? ! ?

George, on account of probably being adapted to pretty much anything, and Ozan because he would probably survive no matter how much his body gets fucked up. It's just meat. Meat can grow back. Meat will go back. That is not a promise, that's a threat.

The Hat Man is probably pretty funny? He's also just a silly character in general.

Technically, Ozan. Whatever happened with him is probably really fucked up. Thankfully, the knowledge will not keep me up at night because I don't have it yet.

Coming from their powers, someone who has done no or very little wrong in their life would not be affected by their powers (nor would Tara want them to be) and could therefore stop them. Similarily, someone with the same/similar powers to them could stop them as, through bringing out justice, they have also made themselves injust through killing people. Also, they are still mortal and can be affected by spells, so technically someone could also curse them or something. (Why are you asking?? 👁️ 👁️)

Yeah, they manifest out of the fears that any creature has, including animals- Which is why the Flesh, which most prominently is about being eaten, exists.

Jamie. I feel like she just has the mannerisms and stuff to be babygirlyfied.

Mary. Girl cannot stop picking fights. BESTIE EVEN IF YOU WIN IT'S NOT GOOD FOR YOU-

Daniel. He often interacts with other people, doesn't have a weird appearance, he's just generaly an expert at being accepted and liked. Which totally doesn't come from any childhood trauma, nuh uh.

Um. He pretty much always wears formal attire, like suit and tie, he likes his hair to be perfect and stuff like that? Why does that question feel like I'm being held at gunpoint /j

Anyways what did you say you needed help with? I was distracted looking at these fine gentlemen with the sirens on their vehicles approaching.

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Hmm yeah not known for loyalty

Then what are we waiting for xD

Though to be fair I think you have a time frame

Oof yeah

Ahh okay nice

Lol Angela's look XD

Girl watching Blaire get kidnapped like 👁️👄👁️ xDD

But yeahh hey at least you're getting out xdd

Uh ohh o.o oof Blaire 😬

But hey you've survived this long

Okay PHEW good calling Angela :o

Silent?

She better be okay xd

Okay good lol

Nice NICE go off Charlie :D

Hmm not much of a specific tell that it's her but I think we can guess xD

Ooh nice :D go off Charlie 🥰!!

Ahhh so that's why in the promo they're in like wild looking places lol

And I mena interesting, though also more wildlife-y

:OO AYY HEY GUYS :DDDD!!!!

Earlier I wanted to say I hope we see them but I figured that was too much to hope for so just said at least a name drop :O :'DD!! AYYY nice :'DD 🥰🥰!!

Real Nyla xdd

Hi Brendon :DD!

Hi Laura 🥰🥰

:OO Laura your hair!!! It's so pretty 🥰🥰

I hope since Feds was cancelled that we get to keep seeing them occasionally :))

Yesss I also love both of your hair 🥰🥰

Lol she get you

Ahh okay

Ah yep no proof :/

Oope so you're not o.o

Ahhh so you can't do anything o.o which you probably will xdd

Ghhh yep xdd

Lol can't legally possess a slingshot xDD

XD real John

(why did I call him that lol - must've been from other people calling him that)

What's going on here girl xD you going in?

Like as a distraction/undercover whatever

Hey girl :D

Lol yeah otherwise engaged

Ahhh I see

Ohh so not just keeping them safe but getting the attackers, I see that's why we're not going in yet

Lol yeah, since you're still a rookie xd

Ahh yep I see

Lol xDD

Might wanna zip up your jacket in front of that bulletproof vest though xdd

Ahh uh ohh 😳

Yeah careful guys 😬

OOF hey guys xdd

Aww yeah :))

And she was Blaire xD

Lol yep

Yeahh he just has bad luck xD

SLDKGJDHS XDD

Aww honey :'//

But hey you seem pretty chill with it xdd at least you weren't confessing to breaking laws lol

UAHPAHHHHHH

SLSKFJDKJS??? YOU DID THAT W H Y Y Y

In what context Tim XDD

He could be joking lol

Anyway awwwww it's just so nice to see them getting along and being kinda sweet :')))

Well at least they don't seem on to her

Though they might be on to the operation in general 😬😬😬

Ahh okay o.o

Careful Angeee

Oop o.o?

UH OH CRAP O.O

AAAAND OH GOSH THEY'RE GONNA NOTICE ANGELA OR EITHER WAY THEY'RE PULLING OUT GUNS O.O DD:

ANGELA

OHH NOOO ABOUT EVERYTHING

That better just be form the best impact DDD:

P H E W hallelujah 😭😭❤️

Love me the angst though 😌

Ohhh gosh yeah you gotta get him out of there 😬😬

Hmm problem is they mostly attacked y'all at first xD but nahh I think they've attacked everybody plenty for it to count lol

Careful Timmm

OOP bye 💀

Ope okay xD

He's so cool

xD had to be said

UH OHHH

Confirmation he knows and Tim's fallen without his gun o.o

AHH CRAP

GUYSSSS

Also remember he's driving 😭

AHHGH CRAP KNIFE

Come on come onn

OOPE

OUAGHH O.O

LUCYY

GIRLLL SHE IS SO COOL

They both are so cool :'DD

CAREFULL

WHOOOO GO OFF GIRL

AYY and the music >:DDD

Eat this up guys 😌😌🥰

NICE y'all :DD

Nice job guys 😌😌😌

Oof though for the bumps and bruises xdd

But hey you look epic 😌😌

xD my lovelies :)) <3

Y'all how do we only have 10 minutes left xdd there's still so much going on o.o

Didn't expect it to be THIS big a cliffhanger lol 💀

[pesterloglog]

Karkat Vantas, Gamzee Makara, Feferi Peixes, Eridan Ampora

Act 5, page 3360-3361

CURRENT carcinoGeneticist [CCG] RIGHT NOW opened memo on board TEAM ADORABLOODTHIRSTY.

CCG: THIS IS PROBABLY THE LAST MEMO I WILL WRITE.

CCG: BECAUSE FIRST OF ALL, THERE'S PRETTY MUCH NOTHING LEFT TO SAY.

CCG: AND SECOND OF ALL, I MIGHT BE DEAD SOON.

CCG: I'M JUST HOPING SOME OF YOU IDIOTS READ THIS, AND EVEN IF YOU THINK I'M FULL OF SHIT NOW, WHEN IT ALL STARTS GOING DOWN YOU MIGHT JUST REMEMBER WHAT I SAID AND SAVE YOURSELVES.

CCG: THE WORST CASE SCENARIO HAS HAPPENED.

CCG: THE BARD OF RAGE IS ON THE LOOSE.

CCG: YEAH, I KNOW WE ALL THOUGHT THAT TITLE WAS A JOKE, BUT IT TURNED OUT IT WASN'T.

CCG: HE'S COMPLETELY SNAPPED, AND FOR THOSE OF YOU FURTHER AHEAD ON THE TIMELINE, I DON'T HAVE TO TELL YOU HOW DANGEROUS HE IS.

CCG: REMEMBER WHAT HE DID TO THE BLACK KING.

CCG: NOBODY COULD EXPLAIN IT, AND THEN HE JUST WENT BACK TO SPACING OUT FOR THE REST OF THE BATTLE.

CCG: I MEAN SERIOUSLY, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT.

CCG: I DON'T EVEN THINK THE KING COULD FUCKING BELIEVE IT, FRANKLY.

CCG: DID ANYONE'S ATTACK DO AS MUCH DAMAGE? I DON'T THINK SO.

CCG: I DON'T EVEN THINK VRISKA'S DID, ALTHOUGH IT'S HARD TO SAY SINCE THAT WAS THE KNOCKOUT BLOW.

CCG: ^^^ SPOILERS.

CCG: I GUESS WE THOUGHT IT WAS LIKE A SECRET JOKE POWER OR SOMETHING?

CCG: BUT THE JOKE IS ON US.

CCG: HE IS OUT OF PIE, AND NOW THE FAYGO GENIE IS OUT OF THE SHITTY SODA BOTTLE FOR GOOD.

CCG: WE ARE SO SCREWED.

CCG: OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK.

CCG: GUYS, I AM TERRIFIED, I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO.

CCG: I'M IN A ROOM FULL OF BODIES, AND I THINK I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO TURN MY BACK ON THEM?

CCG: OH MY GOD, I JUST HEARD A HONK.

CCG: OH GOD OH GOD OH MAN OH GOD

CCG: NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO

CCG: IT CAME FROM THE HORN PILE

CCG: I DON'T KNOW IF IT WAS JUST THE BODY SETTLING ON AN ERRANT HORN OR...

CCG: OR IF...

CCG: I HAVE TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.

PAST terminallyCapricious [PTC] 420 HOURS AGO responded to memo.

PTC: HeY BeSt fRiEnD.

PTC: nOw wHaT ThE MoThEr fUcK WiLl i bE SuPpOsEd tO Do?

PTC: i'M nOt FoLlOwInG.

CCG: PAST GAMZEE, GOD DAMN IT.

CCG: I AM TRYING TO WARN PEOPLE OF YOUR MURDEROUS FUTURE SELF.

CCG: THIS PRACTICALLY DOESN'T EVEN HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOU.

CCG: NOW GO BACK TO GROPING YOUR HORNS AND BEING DISTRACTED BY COLORS YOU USELESS FUCK.

PTC: YeAh, I CaN DeFiNiTeLy cArRy oUt tHaT OrDeR, bRo.

PTC: i gUeSs i'lL WaIt uNtIl tHe mOtHeRfUcKiN FuTuRe hApPeNs tO SeE AbOuT WhAt aLl tHiS MuRdErInG NoIsE Is. :o)

CCG banned PTC from responding to memo.

CCG: LIKE I WAS SAYING.

CCG: STILL FREAKING OUT.

CCG: AUGH

CCG: THERE WAS ANOTHER LITTLE HONK

CCG: IT WAS SO FAINT

CCG: DID I JUST IMAGINE IT? I THINK I MIGHT BE LOSING IT.

CCG: I REALLY HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE, BUT

CCG: I SHOULD TRY TO REVIVE THEM FIRST.

CCG: I KNOW DERSE AND PROSPIT ARE GONE, BUT IF THERE'S ANY CHANCE AT ALL THEY SURVIVED I'VE GOT TO TRY.

CCG: I'M NOT LOOKING FORWARD TO GOING NEAR THAT HORN PILE THOUGH.

CCG: WHAT IF HE'S BEEN IN THERE THE WHOLE TIME???

CCG: I AM SHITTING MYSELF SO HARD HERE, I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO.

CCG: GUESS I HAVE TO BRAVE IT FOR FEFERI'S SAKE.

PAST cuttlefishCuller [PCC] 380 HOURS AGO responded to memo.

PCC: For my sake? 38)

PCC: W)(at do you mean, Crabcatc)(?

CCG: OH GOD, FEFERI...

PCC: Is any of t)(is serious?

PCC: It's so )(ard to tell! All of your memos )(ave been so outrageous, I can't even decide w)(at to take seriously anymore.

PCC: T)(is one sounds like the biggest w)(opper of all, to be conknest!

CCG: YES I AM DEAD "GLUBBING" SERIOUS, OK.

PCC: STILL SOUNDS PRETTY FIS)(Y TO M-E!!! 38D

CCG: FEFERI, I'M SORRY.

CCG: IT WAS MY FAULT, I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO.

PCC: Sorry for w)(at??

CCG: FOR

CCG: I

CCG: I CAN'T DO THIS

CCG: IT'S TOO MUCH FOR ME, I'M SORRY.

CCG banned PCC from responding to memo.

CCG: BEFORE I GO

CCG: EVERYONE SHOULD ALSO KNOW ERIDAN HAD A COMPLETE SHITHIVE MELTDOWN TOO

CCG: HE'S GOING AROUND KILLING PEOPLE WITH HIS MAGIC WAND

CCG: SO KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR HIM.

CCG: IF I RUN INTO HIM AGAIN, I'M...

CCG: I DON'T EVEN KNOW.

CCG: HE BETTER PRAY TO ALL HIS MURDERED ANGELS IT DOESN'T HAPPEN.

PAST caligulasAquarium [PCA] 311 HOURS AGO responded to memo.

PCA: a magic wwand is that so

PCA: kar come on noww evveryone fuckin KNOWWS this memos rubbish

CCG: HEY ASSHOLE

CCG: CONSIDER OUR "PACT" OVER

PCA: wwevve got a pact

CCG: NOT ANYMORE

CCG: YOU ARE DEAD TO ME

CCG: PAST YOU, PRESENT YOU, FUTURE YOU

CCG: AND ABOVE ALL, UGLY SCARFNECKED DOUCHEBAG HIPSTER YOU

CCG: WAIT I FORGOT, ALL OF THE YOUS ARE THAT YOU

CCG: IF I WASN'T SO TERRIFIED, I'D BE CONSUMED WITH ANGER, AND AS SOON AS I'M DONE COWERING IN A DARK CORNER HIDING FROM THAT HONKING MURDEROUS TOOL, I'M GOING TO HUNT YOU DOWN AND FILLET YOU WITH MY SICKLE.

PCA: wwhoa kar

PCA: this is nothin if not flatterin but dont you think youre comin on a little strong

CCG: OH GOD

CCG: I AM NOT HITTING ON YOU IDIOT, THIS IS HONEST TO GOD PLATONIC ENMITY

CCG: LIKE IN THE "I REALLY DO WANT YOU TO DIE" KIND OF WAY.

CCG: I AM NOT INITIATING AN ELABORATE CALIGINOUS WALTZ WITH YOU YOU DESPERATE SHIT.

PCA: i mean yeah obvviously i kneww you wwerent serious

PCA: i guess i appreciate the effort youre puttin into cheerin me up

PCA: i can alwways count on you for some good ironic repartee kar nobody else really gets our sense a humor

CCG: UGH, NO

PCA: are you busy

PCA: you said youd try to make it to lowwaa soon wwell howw about it

CCG: DUDE, ARE YOU AN IDIOT, YOU CAN PLAINLY SEE I AM FROM 300 FUCKING HOURS IN THE FUTURE, EVEN IF I WERE REMOTELY INTERESTED, WHICH TO THAT I SIMPLY SAY WHAT THE FUCK.

PCA: oh hahaha yeah losin track a the time shit is easy wwhen wwe start riffin like this kar

CCG: LIKE WHAT? WHAT ARE WE EVEN DOING HERE

PCA: im just lonely here and i got major ordeals to keep afloat wwith

CCG: I KNOW YOU'RE LONELY, GOD DAMN IT, WHO CARES.

PCA: im sayin it wwould be cool to hang out and you said you wwould

PCA: can you put in a wword wwith your past self maybe buggin him to make the trip wwhen he gets the chance

CCG: WAIT, WERE YOU HITTING ON ME BACK THEN?

CCG: *ARE* YOU HITTING ON ME?

CCG: LIKE AN ACTUAL RED SOLICITATION, IS THAT WAS THIS WAS???

PCA: wwhat

CCG: GOD DAMN IT, I AM CHEWING YOU OUT FOR WAND MURDER, AND YOU ARE FLIRTING WITH ME

CCG: MY FUCKING GOD MAN.

PCA: hey im not spyin you bein anythin but cagey wwhat wwith this wwhole line a humor and all

CCG: HOW ABOUT NO, DIPSHIT, NOT INTERESTED?????

PCA: evven if i wwasnt compelled to think you wwere still bein flippant and ironic wwith me you cant exactly outright reject me can you

CCG: WHY NOT

PCA: cause youre future you

PCA: doesnt count unless its present you til then its all fair game

CCG: IS THIS REAL, ARE YOU BEING IRONIC OR SOMETHING, I CAN'T EVEN TELL ANYMORE

CCG: THE PROBLEM IS, I CAN'T PUT THIS SORT OF BEHAVIOR PAST YOU AT ALL, SO I DON'T KNOW.

PCA: just send past you ovver man wwell hang out

PCA: its not like im doin anythin right noww

CCG: LIKE FUCK YOU AREN'T

PCA: wwhats that mean

CCG: YOU'RE KILLING ANGELS NOW, AREN'T YOU

PCA: no

CCG: YOU ARE KILLING FUCKING ANGELS, RIGHT NOW, IN THE PAST, WITH YOUR SHITTY GUN. I JUST KNOW IT.

PCA: wwell uh

PCA: therere just so damn many kar and theyre not gettin any less bloody pissed is the thing

CCG: THIS IS WHY IT WOULD NEVER WORK BETWEEN US, MAN.

CCG: BECAUSE YOU ARE A STONE COLD RETARDED FUCKING IDIOT.

CCG: NOT TO MENTION COWARDLY BACKSTABBING MURDERER.

CCG: I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU FOREVER.

PCA: kar im gettin some seriously mixed signals here

CCG: HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO THEM

PCA: wwhat to wwho

CCG: TO

CCG: FUCK

CCG: I THOUGHT YOU LOVED HER.

PCA: wwho man wwhat are you talkin about

CCG: AND ALSO...

PCA: wwhat youre not makin sense

CCG: I CAN'T

CCG: I CAN'T EVEN TYPE HER NAME

CCG: SHE WAS MY FRIEND

CCG: SHE WAS MY REALLY *GOOD* FRIEND AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL TO DO NOW THAT SHE'S GONE.

CCG: I'M SO UPSET, I'M JUST COMPLETELY FREAKING OUT IN EVERY WAY POSSIBLE.

PCA: yeah i knoww wwhat its like you wwanna talk about it

CCG: FUCK NO.

CCG: I CAN'T STAND TO LOOK AT YOUR DUMB PURPLE WORDS ANYMORE.

CCG: NEXT TIME I SEE THAT SHITTY COLOR YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT'LL BE COMING OUT OF YOUR BODY.

CCG: AND NO, FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK, THAT WAS NOT INNUENDO.

CCG banned PCA from responding to memo.

CCG: ANYWAY

CCG: THAT'S IT I GUESS.

FUTURE terminallyCapricious [FTC] 0:42:00 HOURS FROM NOW responded to memo.

FTC: honk.

CCG: OH GOD

FTC: HEY BEST MOTHERFUCKING FRIEND.

FTC: what all seems to be the motherfuckin problem? :o)

CCG: OH GOD OH GOD

CCG: DON'T YOU SEE EVERYONE?

CCG: THIS CRAZY FUCKER HAS COMPLETELY CRACKED, I TOLD YOU.

FTC: THAT'S KICKIN THE WICKED MOTHERFUCKIN MISINFORMATION, MY BROTHER.

FTC: i'm as chill as all what's can be.

FTC: NO CAUSE FOR ALARM, JUST MOTHERFUCKIN GONNA SIT AND ZONE THE MOTHERFUCK OUT WITH A PAN RUSTING PIE LIKE AS MY USUAL MOTHERFUCKIN SELF DOES.

FTC: honk.

FTC: HONK.

FTC: honk.

FTC: HONK.

CCG: OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD

FTC: i'm in your future, best friend.

FTC: I KNOW WHERE YOU MOTHERFUCKING ARE.

FTC: and what you'll motherfuckin do.

CCG: NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO

FTC: AND ALSO.

FTC: and also.

FTC: GUESS MOTHERFUCKIN WHAT.

CCG: .....

CCG: NO I DON'T WANT TO

FTC: i'm all about to be meeting up some friends. :o)

FTC: GOING TO GET PRETTY MOTHERFUCKING FRIENDLY AT THEM REAL SOON.

FTC: i wonder if you can all be at with me in time and make me get my reconsider on?

FTC: MAYBE SPLIT AN ELIXIR LIKE A COUPLE OF CHOICE BROS.

FTC: just like we are... :o)

FTC: ME AND HIM. Do:

FTC: hoooooooooooooooooonk. ;oD

CCG: OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK

CCG: I HAVE TO GO

CCG closed memo.

[themculibrary]

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All My Life (ao3) - stececilia mantis/nebula T

Summary: Mantis knows Nebula is in pain. Mantis knows she can help and hates not being able to. The last time Nebula let somebody in they died, so she would not let that happen again. However, Nebula does not realize just how stubborn Mantis is. Surviving a ship crash on an alien planet, Nebula realizes that perhaps letting Mantis in may not be a bad thing.

A Minor Distraction (ao3) - orphan_account peggy/natasha E

Summary: Rumors about an organization experimenting with the super soldier serum bring Peggy Carter to Russia, where she meets a young factory worker named Natalia.

Babydoll (ao3) - NotEvenCloseToStraight bucky/tony E

Summary: Bucky’s new sex doll looks just like Tony…

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Summary: “So?” Nebula asks, like hearing that someone wants to marry your sister isn’t the biggest deal ever in the world, especially when that someone is Gamora, who’s an even bigger deal in the world, but Nebula’s just sitting there as if he hadn’t even told her anything.

“So?!” Peter echoes, voice not unlike a squeak at this point. “So, I want to marry your sister! That’s huge!”

“Why are you talking to me about it?”

He groans. “You’re her frickin’ sister! Of course I’d talk to you about it!”

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Or: Steve and Thor spar, then fuck. In that order. :D

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[indiejones]

FOR A COMPLETE BHARAT-PAK PICTURE.

A general understanding one gets from watching this (  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WzrPB26Zgq0  ) & many other such videos, is that the prime objective in most internal Pakistani conflicts, & the big 3-4 Pak-Bharat conflicts, aside innumerable proxy war conflicts with Bharat emanating from Pak's homegrown terrorist cottage industry, is the need to keep the Estt monopoly over all commodities & services, that keep Pak afloat, with the Pak Army Estt at center,...dating to as far back as times of Bhutto Sr's assassination, after signing Simla Accord with Indira Gandhi, that Indian experts on Pak say, was on account of him being on payrolls of certain non-Pak Muslim nations, who weren't too happy at the prospect of Bharat potentially becoming a friendly neighbor & consequent trading partner, that likely to eat away into their business interests in Pak, a business interest that over decades has, as we now know, become a one-in-all mammoth business conglomerate called 'the establishment'. Similarly for Bhutto Jr, who we hear had to pay the price for being of a more 'leftist bent'.

Thankfully for Bharat in past few yrs, that's seen Pak use it's own internal pawns from within the politico-judiciary space, to keep public attention distracted from hardcore business realities, & keeping this Army estt's internal brand value raised, all on account of a business network, that's perhaps, come to think of it, caused a lowering of the terrorism heat from Indo-Pak scene! For a network, that's increasingly come to view the now 5th largest economy of the entire world itself, India, as a attractive partner over & above all narrow considerations, in keeping it's larger profit books turning over, & in keeping the India module in check.

The same business network, that's ironically made mental life of all devout Islamists or Sanatanis happy, by being helmed & operationalized, in vast majority by, what're called 'kafirs' in Islam or 'charvaks' in Sanatana!

Making an open mockery of all invasionary concepts of 'Ghazwa-e-Hind' or 'Akhand Bharat', that we now find to be mere propaganada tools to keep the sheep or cows pre-coccupied in a narrow space as the Kings of the Jungle encircle their ever-enlarging territories.

In cursing each other endlessly for generations, over a Kashmir that 20% of us collectively, will visit for a 2-3 week vacation, at most, in our entire lives.

If all this data-bank & pattern-analysis of history, doesn't wake people up from both (physical) sides of the sub-continent, to the reality, that a United Bharat, a 'Sanatanasthan' will only ever, if at all, see the light of day, when the believers of both it's most populated religions, allow the 'kaafirs' or 'charvaks' from both faiths resp. to firstly keep their animalistic instincts pre-occupied in their own petty empire-managements, w/o allowing themselves to catch it's fire in process, surviving which then allow their raised awareness to slowly but surely democratize the Jungle itself, in atleast forming a sort of 'cartel of the cows', so lesser of our more peaceful breed get eaten up raw in godzilla warfare, affording us a greater chance to fulfill OUR greater life's purpose !

& The United Punjab-Hindi Cow Belt partnership, the most popular & influential conglomerate of this region, will have to take lead.

And btw, THIS IS NOT ABOUT KEEPING 'AMAN KI ASHA' GOING. That's for fancy evening talk shows & stark news panels...THIS IS ABOUT 'ASHA KI ASHA', AMAN BEING IT'S NATURAL UNDEFINED BY-PRODUCT. Remember, FAITH MAY OR MAY NOT EMANATE FROM PEACE, BUT PEACE ALWAYS EMANATES FROM FAITH !

Also,

All said & done, the below adage continues to hold true, in the interest of 'collective benefits of nationhood', today as forever. -

"A democracy with a constitutionally accepted longstanding culture of military coups, is a farce."

Translated for big boys - A jungle where elephants rule over tigers, is always more prosperous.

Om.

[theoldcurator]

Pawsitive Effects -The Therapeutic Benefits of Petting and Interacting with Pets

Pawsitive Effects. Stroking a pet is a common activity that many people enjoy. Whether it's cuddling with a cat or playing fetch with a dog, interacting with a pet can be a great way to unwind and relax. But beyond just providing enjoyment, there is scientific evidence to support the claim that stroking a pet is actually therapeutic. One of the main ways that petting a pet can be therapeutic is by reducing stress levels. Research has shown that when people pet a dog or cat, their bodies release oxytocin, a hormone that has been linked to stress reduction and improved mood. In fact, one study found that petting a dog for just 15 minutes can significantly reduce levels of the stress hormone cortisol in the body. Another way that interacting with a pet can be therapeutic is by improving our physical health. For example, research has shown that pet owners tend to have lower blood pressure and cholesterol levels compared to non-pet owners. Additionally, people who have suffered a heart attack or other cardiac event may be more likely to survive if they own a pet. But it's not just physical health that can benefit from pet ownership. Studies have also found that interacting with a pet can have positive effects on our mental health. For example, one study found that petting a cat can lower blood pressure and reduce feelings of anxiety. Another study found that children who have pets tend to have higher self-esteem and fewer behavioral problems compared to those who don't. Perhaps most significantly, pet ownership can be particularly beneficial for people who are struggling with mental health issues. For example, one study found that people who suffer from depression and own a pet tend to have fewer symptoms of depression and anxiety compared to those who don't. Another study found that pet ownership can be an effective way to reduce feelings of loneliness and social isolation, particularly among older adults. So why exactly does petting a pet have such a powerful therapeutic effect? There are a few theories. One is that pets provide a sense of companionship and social connection that can be particularly valuable for people who are feeling isolated or lonely. Another is that interacting with pets can help to distract us from our own problems and worries, providing a welcome break from the stresses of daily life. Of course, not everyone is in a position to own a pet, and there are certainly some downsides to pet ownership, such as the cost and responsibility involved. However, for those who are able to own a pet, the benefits can be significant. Whether it's reducing stress levels, improving physical health, or promoting feelings of social connection, interacting with a pet can be a simple yet powerful way to improve our overall well-being. In conclusion, petting a pet can be a great way to improve our physical and mental health. Whether it's reducing stress levels, improving our cardiovascular health, or promoting feelings of social connection, the evidence suggests that pet ownership can have a range of therapeutic benefits. So the next time you're cuddling with your furry friend, remember that you're not just enjoying their company – you're also doing something good for your own well-being. Sources: - Barker, S. B., & Dawson, K. S. (1998). The effects of animal-assisted therapy on anxiety ratings of hospitalized psychiatric patients. Psychiatric Services, 49(6), 797-801. - Friedmann, E., & Son, H. (2009). The human–companion animal bond: How humans benefit. Veterinary Clinics of North America: Small Animal Practice, 39(2), 293-326. - Wells, D. L. (2009). The effects of animals on human health and well-being. Journal of Social Issues, 65(3), 523-54 - Wilson, C. C., & Barker, S. B. (2003). Challenges in designing human-animal interaction research. American Behavioral Scientist, 47(1), 16-28.Allen, K., Blascovich, J., & Mendes, W. B. (2002). Cardiovascular reactivity and the presence of pets, friends, and spouses: The truth about cats and dogs. Psychosomatic Medicine, 64(5), 727-739. - McNicholas, J., & Collis, G. M. (2000). Dogs as catalysts for social interactions: Robustness of the effect. British Journal of Psychology, 91(1), 61-70. - O'Haire, M. E. (2013). Animal-assisted intervention for autism spectrum disorder: A systematic literature review. Journal of Autism and Developmental Disorders, 43(7), 1606-1622. - Wells, D. L. (2019). Dogs as support and motivation for physical activity in later life. International Journal of Environmental Research and Public Health, 16(23), 4673. - Wood, L., Martin, K., Christian, H., Nathan, A., & Lauritsen, C. (2015). The pet factor—companion animals as a conduit for getting to know people, friendship formation and social support. PLoS One, 10(4), e0122085 - Wright, H. F., Hall, S., Hames, A., Hardiman, J., Mills, R., & Mills, D. S. (2015). Pet dogs improve family functioning and reduce anxiety in children with autism spectrum disorder. Anthrozoös, 28(4), 611-624. Sources cited in this article suggest that pet ownership and interacting with pets can be beneficial to physical and mental health. The article highlights that petting or stroking a pet can have a positive effect on reducing stress levels, lowering blood pressure, reducing anxiety, and improving mood. It also highlights that pet ownership can be particularly beneficial for people struggling with mental health issues or experiencing loneliness or social isolation. Overall, the scientific evidence suggests that pets can provide significant therapeutic benefits to their owners. Whether it's the companionship they offer, the social connection they provide, or the distraction they offer from daily stresses, pets can be a powerful source of comfort and support. Read the full article