#calli tag :O !!!

[commandertartarsmoocher]

Greetings everyone,

Not too long ago I made a post asking this niche corner of the web to send me their

✨Commander Tartar ships✨

And this is what I've recieved:

I'd like to thank you all for participating 🫶!!

[anonymouspuzzler]

focus is bad today so for some reason that means More Cally O'Pia AU Stuff!! today we go back to How Is Psychonauts 1 Different because this was rattling around in my brain for a while

the biggest change is that Sheegor and Crispin's roles-slash-physical positions are swapped, which is a deliberate choice by "Loboto", who's putting everyone in positions where they can slow down the project and/or increase the chances that the Psychonauts can bust in and shut things down if and when they catch on to what's happening. Sheegor's basically Only guarding the elevator for fear of Mr. Pokeylope's safety (note: Pokeylope is perfectly safe and chill up in the tea room with Lilli; Cal just has to put up some kind of false threat so Sheegor doesn't just up and run, cause he doesn't want Oleander replacing her with someone more competent), and when she sees Raz genuinely helping the inmates - and assembling the Loboto disguise for good measure - she's very willing to let him slip by and hopefully stop the "doctor" and Oleander.

Once Raz does start his ascent up the tower, "Loboto" actually takes the place of Sheegor in the original game, and unlike her, he's actually trying to make sure Raz makes it upstairs rather than force him to turn back - by that point Oleander's brought in the brainless Sasha and Milla, so Cal knows Raz is basically his last chance to get things shut down. Much like Sheegor, he kind of lurks around in the shadows and never makes direct contact with Raz; unlike Sheegor, "Loboto" clears rubble to create or point out paths if/when Raz gets stuck instead of One Million Rats Explode Forever. (Once Raz gets to the top, he also Gets The Hell Out of Dodge and escapes to the Rhombus of Ruin - maybe he shuttles the inmates back to the mainland and/or helps Augustus get to Thorney Towers before he does; maybe he just literally peaces out. I haven't decided. Either way, he basically exits the story at that point.)

Last but not least, Crispin's now the guy actually working up in the lab, and serves as kind of a combination of Loboto and Sheegor in terms of the last obstacle Raz has to overcome (with Mr. Pokeylope's help, of course). Once again, "Loboto" put him in this position very deliberately - he's enough of a suck-up and flatterer that it helps keep Oleander from noticing that "Loboto" is very deliberately sabotaging things, but he's also a non-scientist with terrible cataracts, which is slowing down brain-tank production significantly. Raz basically just sneaks by him and sends him flying the same way he does Loboto in canon, and from there all's pretty much as normal with Oleander and his whole confrontation.

[Full image ID/transcript under cut!]

A black-and-white, digital ink drawing featuring Psychonauts characters from Puzz's "Cally O'Pia AU". On the top left border of the page is a text box reading "Thorney Towers / The Lab of Dr. Loboto". Along the bottom left edge are drawings of four characters all standing in fairly neutral poses, facing the viewer: Sheegor, the AU version of "Doctor Loboto" (differentiated by round glasses instead of magnifier lenses, no scars on his head, and having both natural arms wearing gloves instead of a prosthetic right arm), Crispin (holding a brain in a jar), and Oleander. In the top right corner, there is a drawing of Raz in the dilapidated portion of Thorney Towers, looking over his shoulder at a silhouetted Loboto in the far background. Each character as well as the top right drawing has a caption, indicated by an arrow pointing from the text to the drawing.

Sheegor: Guarding the elevator & watching the inmates. Lets Raz up after he proves he's there to help & assembles a disguise for Crispin.

"Doctor Loboto": Actually Cally O'Pia, keeps up the Loboto persona with everyone but Oleander. Deliberately stationed Sheegor & Crispin to maximize chances of Psychonauts shutting this down.

Crispin: Assisting in the lab, takes this very seriously. Doesn't suspect Loboto is an undercover agent.

Oleander: Same as he ever was. Functionally blackmailing "Loboto" into helping, but isn't present enough to notice his subtle sabotage.

Instead of Sheegor following Raz through the tower and trying to stop him from getting to the lab, "Loboto" follows to keep an eye on his progress and occasionally create or reveal a path.

End ID.

[sunsproutgarden]

firefly squid bioluminescence moments...

[the-name-stealer]

hello!!! Intro time!!!

Hi!!! Call me anything.

I steal names!

If you want your names removed, reblog/send ask/ privately message me! I answer anons so it’s hard to sort through who is okay with it.

Give me your name. Or someone else’s. I’m not picky.

names I’ve stolen: (will tag if they have blogs+who gave it to me if it was someone else)

Noah 1

bugg 2

Oakley :3

Rebekah (from @biggesthuskersimp589)4

Willow (^^)5

Lewis (^^^)6

Olivia(^^^^)7

all of @river-nonbinary-billcipherfan nicknames! 8

Samah! ( @that-0ne-sam)9

Bill Cipher! ( @billcipher-rpblog)10

Maryland! ( @maryland-officially)11

Hawaii! ( @hawaii-official)12

Lep! ( @leprechaun-stealerofgold)13

Squeaky! ( @postalignments)14

James! ( @more-trans-beans) 15

Pyramid Steve! (From @billcipher-rpblog, taken from @i-amsteve)16

Khriz! (From @the-lunacy-system taken from @khrizantema9869)17

Kaitlyn! ( @literal-trans-beans)18

buck! (By @17ghostsinatrenchcoat)19

Alivia! (^^)20

Cataclysm, Nibiru, Roav, 7-3, Ælr, nobaru! ( @planet-of-cataclysm)26

Holden! ( @hadoom) 27

quinn, ruin, yuri, and nikolai! ( @throat0fdelusion)31

penny, Margret, Samantha, Emu, and Warren! ( @pennyroyald)36

silver & milky! ( @official-milky-way)38

anon (anon) 39

PSR J0437-4715 & 1rxs. ( @1rxs-offical) 41

Rian (taken permanently from @river-nonbinary-billcipherfan) 42

neon! ( @neoninglitchen) 43

Katelyn ( @katiewolf) 44

banana, mango, grape, orange, melon, and lemon ( @fruit-tree-system) 50

Monaco ( @officially-monaco)51

peachy ( @importantpeachfury) 52

Colorado ( @colorado-real)53

Oregon ( @oregon-officially)54

North Carolina ( @the-fr-north-carolina-totally)55

Michigan ( @michagan-the-state)56

Violet ( @violetthediamondsblog)57

Vitreous ( @vitreous-official)58

faye! ( @f4y3w00d5)59

Misa! ( @minimuppetmisa)60

nɒʜɈƎ/γnnɒɔƧ ( @₴₵₳₦₦Ɏ₴-฿₳₵₭) 62

Liechtenstein ( @offical-liechtenstein)63

Jalapeño ( @floatingcamel23)64

Logan (permanently taken from @pennyroyald) 65

Rachel Roth ( @half-a-goat)66

Dubois (anon) 67

unknown entity of darkness ( @unknown-entity-tm) 68

Rose/Róża, Minty, Kali, Noodle, & Thing. ( from @blog-of-some-dummies given by @pennyroyald) 73

In-n-out burger ( @in-n-out-burger-official) 74

Diafain (anon) 75

🐍💍 (anon) 76

Tori Simons (anon)77

Felhair de Ziaman ( @pennyroyald) 78

Britain ( @real-british-empire) 79

Carl Fredrick Wilhelm Johannes Maximillian Napoleon Zeus von Neumann the Amazing the Great the Protector of Domestic Tranquillity, ForMemRS. (Anon) 80

Zero ( @z3r0th3h3r0) 81

Tereza (permanently taken from anon) 82

marsh,syll,silk , mallow, mochi, pastel, lucid, Celes, Limetta, maria, Felix, theo, Axel, alex, aqua, nova, aster, caelus, Doku, Aurous, ann, lucas, luca, lucean, jack, phi, ray, peace, alba, chaos, tart, cake, Led, Charlie, Lamba, Xeno! (Anon) 118

Snow ( @sn0w-o) 119

Fiona, Talia, Mable, Boa, Egg, Clise, Pancake, Hypnos, Elysia, Seraphina, Agnes, Marceline, Claire, Noelle, butterscotch, frigg, soup, strawberry, marsia, beate, makoto, sock, bug, Florian, bea, Rosalina, marinella, Finka, nada, Yuri, sky, Olivia, fischl, cinnamon, amity, Ada, Lenora, Aida, Romy, Lys, Eliana, Cherie, océane, Esther, marcille, Astrid, Clara, Lacey, flowers, natsuki, sayori, Petra, Aphrodite, hatsune, crimson, viola, Jenny, juniper, Annie, marie,Tina, kanaya, Callie, Bonnie, Velma, Phoebe, Sabrina, Tori, Natalie, Kim, love, Corey, Courtney, misty, Yasmin, Laika, Tabitha, primrose, Beatrice, circe, johnette, temmie, gumi, himiko, Anne, nessa, Sonia, akane, Diane, Miku, merlin, adagia, miyu, aradia, Illya, azure, maya, Mira, marina, Andromeda, Alya, Stella, celestia, Celeste, nova, Lyra, hope, April, pearl, amber, violet, Kirra, clover, iris, calliope, blossom, Millie, tulip, Bibi, amy, Reyna, ambrosia, page, Leah, Charlie, Lilith, ellsee, maki, edeustus, ellie, Samantha, Amelia, Tiffany, Alyssa, Luna, caoimhe, Judith, Natalie, kumatora, aurelie, Kate, moon, nerisse, serenity, Lara, Sarina, Vanessa, Monica, cherry, Helena, Sophia, tiki, luzia, Laura, Juliette, aurora, corrin, annette, Hilda, madalena, Anna, ivy, Cynthia, byleth, caeda, Alexandrea, chell, Maria, mia, Katie, Veronica, Susie, comet, Jessica, eve, Eva, vivisection, heather, Donna, winona, guinivere, Roxanne, Lillian, Octavia, étolie, Marnie, Gaia, daisy, desura, amnesia, sunny, clementine, bocchi, Cara, Agatha, Evelyn, angèle, Louisa, Camila, roseline, louane, Averie, Melina, Lena, minthe, Emma, acorn, Cassandra, bread, willow, raven, kali, Sappho, harmony, mango, Hellan, Katelyn, aria, Elyse, Marnie, blanche, frasie, Freya, Charlotte, amandine,  Vivian, Sylvia, Sarah, Jane, Ashley, Mongolia, Alice, Sydney, pikachu, Michelle, Gowan, Madeline, Ellen, Marissa, Lana, Lilly, Ella, rose, may, Ramona, melody. ( @bitch-with-some-4000-names) 363

Tera , elfilin , carol, taranza ( @tmhj) 367)

ash ( @i-give-worms) 368

Jayne bishop ( @thegreatgeodo) 369

Josie & Scarlett ( @knight-real) 371

sir A. Goetia. ( @pennyroyald) 372

swiper ( @mronion) 373

grammarly ( @unofficially-grammarly) 374

Walmart ( @walmart-the-official)375

Whataburger ( @whataburger-possibly-official) 376

Vemödalen ( @no-such-thing-as-originality) 377

Sydney (Anon) 378

roselyn (anon) 379

Saioa (anon) 380

hygiea 10 ( @hygiea-official)381

Alex, Allen, Asher, Caelus, Calxe, Dalisay, Ennui, Fae, Joy, Kai, Li, Liit, Loe, Mia, Nemo, Nihil, Noël, Oakley, Pelex, Sasha, Somnus, Tama, Ramasses, Rin, Rowan, Willow, Zephyr, Zora ( @joyliit) 401

Alexandria (taken permanently from ^^)402

James/jamie and Martin/marty ( @throat0fdelusion) 404

Caesar & Charlie ( @caesars-crazed-ramblings) 406

Cosmo or Nyx! ( @spacecatdraws) 408

Africa ( @pennyroyald) 409

choccy milk, shortcake, cakepop, mossy ( @analog-autistic) 413

Michael (anon)414

Sally (anon) 415

blue (anon)416

William Shakespeare (<-never heard of the guy/j) ( @shakespeare-official-account) 417

Haejin Min ( @the-name-gifter) 418

fae ( @the-name-asker) 419

vee ( @urlocaldisaster) 420 (hehe)

Dr. Graves ( @the-gimmick-scp-researcher) 421

Zeus (anon) 422

Copi-Copi, Elemento, Adjetivo, Mente en Blanco, Chaucha, Yo Soy, Calugoso, Duquesa, Reina, Coliforme, Tepo-Tepo, Yo no Fui, Fierro Malo, Palmerita, Neumatex, Cortachurro, Etcétera, Maletín, Duque, Guasón, Jefe, Moneda, Cucky, Pelusa, Tía, Legui, Reality, Chester, Chu, Ro, Playita, Palmera, Señor, Re Frito, Pescado, Chamuyo, Calendario, James Bond, Rata, Cabeza de Chaya, Neumático, Repetido, Añico, Rucia, Gonzo, Chino, Cortéz, Albertito, Also, Cabecita, Bigote and Mutante (anon)

jaiden and blook ( @blookdoeswhatever, @jaidentheautisticwurm) 424

jaya (anon)425

425

6/50 states

Items:

frog

worms x3

an Olive Garden I guess???

(Ooc: ^^the blog persona)

(Ooc: the blog persona (not mod) is pansexual, pangender, and demisexual! They like sewing and stealing names.)

(if you see me put your name on my main no you didn’t

my main is @buggz-owlz)

names that are given to us will be under #name giver

and names we steal will be under #name stealer

all asks will be under #name stealer questions

colors are just random colors we associate with the name given.

that’s all for now! Bye!

[seventhcallisto]

seventhcallisto's masterlist.

Ongoing Series.

His Cologne. (Seventeen ff. Ot13. f!reader. Idols & soulmate au.)

Deep Down. (70k+ wc. Ateez ff. Ot8. f!reader. a/b/o & idols au.)

Happy House. (Stray Kids ff. Ot8. f!reader. Idols & trainee au.)

Impurities. (Yandere Ateez. Ot8. f!reader.)

GIOM. (Yandere matz. f!reader. Mafia leaders & poor innocent bystander au.) (mini series)

Other Works.

I-DOL. (seventeen oneshot series)

Drabbles & Oneshots & Headcanons. + asks.

Us forevermore. (Vampire!Minghao & Junhui x human!reader. Cw. Blood. Suggestive themes.)

You, who has landed in my garden. (Gaurdian angel! hyunjin x reader.)

smutty subby and so full of it. (ateez addition.)

ateez 'n their kinks. (calli's asks.)

ateez 'n free use(+somno). (calli's asks.)

DEDICATING EVERY LOVE SONG TO KIM MINGYU. (mingyu (svt), calli's asks.)

WIDER. (Ateez ot8, calli's asks.)

SOAKED. (waterbomb jongho. )

Channie. Chris. (bang chan(skz) 18+)

Do not re-upload, plagiarize, or translate my works. My content is fiction and will always be fiction. cw and mature warnings will be mentioned/tagged appropriately in every fic.

Continuous updates here and there. ♥︎★♥︎★

[bloodandthestars]

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐒.

priest!au suguru geto x fem!reader

tw/tags: mentions of the Bible, Christianity (it is solely picked for plot nothing more, nothing less), etc :: introduction to JUDAS, kinktober drabble series (mdni)

wc: 1.3k :: masterlist. :: next part.

The Geto family was a devout and honorable one. Generations upon generations did the men of the house dedicate their lives to reach the word of the Heavenly Father. Suguru’s route was no different— crooked, but narrow on the holy path.

He’d become the father of the church months ago, to herd the congregation into a fruitful community. Pressure weighed heavy at his shoulders, but in the end, he knew it was for the best. Wasn’t it?

“And while we are tempted by the devil in more ways than one.” His smooth voice went on. “It’s the persistence, the strength, and the true power of the Lord’s light that keeps us on the divine path.”

Suguru takes a glance to his notes, a finger moving from one page to the next. “As Peter 5:10 states: And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to His eternal glory in Christ, will Himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you.”

It earns him a few hums in agreement and ‘Amens’ from the crowd. He takes a breath. “So know that the obstacles in your path now, the ones you pray to be vanquished, may be the key to your own glory. For your glory, is His.”

The crowd rumbles in cheers and claps. Suguru gives the room a smile. With a slow glance around the room, he takes in all their excited faces full of hope to hear the Holy word through him. It was these same old faces he had gotten used to seeing in the worn pews of the church. The same ones he’d run around with his best friend as a child when services were over. Everything remained as it was, as it was suppose to be.

So that’s why his breath unconsciously hitched when meeting your gaze.

Your eyes were new. He’s never seen them cry in the name of repentance, never seen them look at him like he was the Messiah himself. Not even now in the mists of a worshiping crowd. Your expression was poise, calm— orbs slender in observation.

You cut the staring short, looking ahead instead. It’s only then when he can hear the clapping back at full volume. Suguru blinks a few times to return, eyes going down to the timeline in his writings. “And with that, we’ll end today’s service with a prayer.”

The congregation bows their heads in unison. He catches how you were much slower in doing so. Keeping his eyes on you cautiously, he speaks a worthy word to his people. “O’ Might One, we thank you for allowing us to celebrate you on this day. Your spirit is poured out onto this place every Sunday morning and we could ask for nothing more...”

With the service finished, church goers socialize amongst one another. Greetings, catchings of last night’s game, news that the youngest born has ridden a bicycle for the first time. Suguru always had an ear to their happenings, not that he had much of a choice. As soon as his dress shoes hit the carpet floor, he’s instantly surrounded by a group of parishioners. As always, they wanted to make their priest happy and see him smile.

A older woman clasps his hand in hers, squeezing it with a pleasant expression. “An excellent sermon, as always Father Geto!”

“Thank you, Mrs. Kasaki-”

“Did I tell you about little Callie’s recital?”

He chuckles. “Yes, last week. She had practice then, correct?”

“Oh yes! It was a dress rehearsal, her big debut was this last Saturday. She was so adorable in her purple tutu! And she only picked that because she’s growing out of that pink phase, little thing. Oh! Let me grab my phone-”

A low quality video later, one handshake leaves for another. “Pastor! Did you see the new restaurant down the street that they’re building up?”

“No? I don’t think I have.”

“Oh yeah, I think it’ll be a new fusion place. Never knew that they had stuff like that!” A hearty laugh comes straight from the man’s belly and Suguru’s obliged to laugh as well.

“We’ll have to see if we can get the church together for its opening.”

“I’ll see if I can put a word in.”

“There you go, Pastor!”

And another. “Father, did you ever get the chance to look at my inquiries on raising funds for the elementary school?”

“The box tops, yes?”

“Mhm! When will you get started?”

“We can have something up by Wednesday.”

Another. “Father Geto! I just have to get your opinion on this recipe for the potluck-”

Another. “Give your parents a big hug for me won’t you! It’s been so long since I’ve seen them-”

And another. “And this is little Devon! He’ll be staying with me for the summer and he’s already enjoying the kids church service-”

Hands come and go within his grasp as he speaks with each one of them as they trail out. His father told him it was a way to build trust and community, and who was he to argue with the face of the church?

As he wishes one of the elderly women goodbye, Suguru keeps a watchful eye on her when she goes down the stairs. He turns back, starting a little when he’s met with your presence incoming. His body straightens up and you stand in front of him. “Father Geto?”

“That it is.”

Your hand extends in his direction. “Beautiful service. You have many who think the same.”

His eyes lower to your hand, glancing up to you when he takes it. The larger one warms your grasp. He lets out a soft breath. “I appreciate the flattery.”

You raise a brow at him. “Can’t be flattery, after all, your admirers would disagree too.”

Your words earn another exhale, this time with a faint laugh behind it. His slender eyes keep to yours, can’t finding himself to look away. Curiosity eats at him to ask. “If you don’t mind my asking, but are you new in town?”

“I am.” You answer politely. “My mother grew up here, wanted me to see her roots.”

“I’ll be the one to tell you that her roots were made in quite a small place.”

You chuckle softly. “Oh I’m quite aware. Still, it was one of the things she wanted us to do together before she passed.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you.”

He watches you glance down at each other’s hands. Seeing that they’re still connected, the pastor pulls it away— hoping you wouldn’t notice how quick he did it. His eyes were lowered, so they had no choice but to follow upward. That meant scanning over your body and attire— a turtleneck dress and high boots with stockings. He straightens when his eyes reach your face. “And you are?”

You give him your full name, and he repeats it back to you. “It’s lovely.”

“Thank you.” You repeat.

Eventually, you head to the church doors. He follows behind as you were the last to leave. You turn back to give a final glance and him a final goodbye. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Father.”

“Likewise. I hope you to see your return to the church soon.”

“Perhaps.”

Your gazes never leave each other when he goes to shut the doors. The wooden beings echo with their closed status, knocking the air back into his lungs. His brows furrow. Why did he take notice to your clothing?

You dress nice, that’s all. The father shuts his eyes, shaking his head as he goes to tidy the pews.

[2btheanswertothequestion]

Eddie's Kissing Lesson #3: It's way more than kissing now

(Lesson 1 | Lesson 2 | AO3)

A few years ago, Eddie made a habit of driving to Indianapolis. Inevitably, he ended the trips at a club or a bar. The visits were usually solo affairs, though not always; sometimes Donnie or Zac (the only ones in Hellfire who looked old enough to get past the bouncers) or Callie (who didn't look old enough, but who could charm her way in), would tag along. If they did, they'd go to a straight club. If he was by himself, he'd roll a die between a straight or a gay one. No matter the kind, he'd be approached at least twice every night. Beautiful strangers with appreciative eyes, a drink in hand and a line ready on their lips.

Eddie would accept the drink, flirt for a second, then tell them he 'wasn't interested, but thanks anyway'.

It was half true – he was interested (fuck, was he interested), but also… not. He'd never say it out loud, but even at his horniest there was something in his way. A roadblock. Because the thing was, intimacy required, as one might suspect, intimacy. Although, one night stands walked hand in hand with alluring anonymity. Like being watched without risking being seen.

Eddie liked that, most of the time. Liked shrouding himself in a mystery. But when it came to sex, he wasn't so certain. Something instinctual told him it wouldn't be truly good unless it was real. For it to be real, walls would have to come down. Leave an unobstructed field of view for wide-open eyes. Terrifying and exhilarating; he wanted it so bad, but he couldn't (wouldn't) have it with just anyone.

It had to be special.

So, he accepted the drinks, flirted for a second, and sent the beautiful strangers on their way.

Steve writes with a rhythm. It goes tap-tap-tap-tap with the pencil on the pad while he thinks, followed by scritching, before he pauses to tap-tap-tap some more.

It's strangely endearing, not to mention relaxing. You'd expect a guy like him to be rough, leave imprints on the papers underneath and constantly break the point, but no. His large hand is soft as it writes. Eddie could fall asleep to it. A shame they're too busy to sleep.

Star Trek IV came out a week ago and the kids, Dustin especially, have been obsessed ever since. The moment they stepped out of the theater, the little twerp turned to Eddie and begged for a science fiction-themed campaign. And because he's a chump who can't say no to the kids nowadays, Eddie agreed – to a one-shot, not an entire campaign.

(Also, he's already been crafting a solar system for a potential space exploration-campaign on the down low. Why not finish and use it?)

And because Eddie Munson doesn't do half-measures in these circumstances, he spent the next week worldbuilding and polishing his new universe. At one point, as he put the finishing touches on the water planet's cuisine, Steve peeked over his shoulder and asked about sports. Eyebrow raised, Eddie said 'what about sports'. And that's when Steve snottily pointed out that Eddie had developed everything about these space cultures except for the sports, which didn't make any sense – sports was a huge part of every culture, whether Eddie liked it or not.

So! Because Eddie Munson does not do half-measures… he's currently creating extraterrestrial sports games in Steve's kitchen. Although, right now Steve's doing most of the work. After Eddie came up with the base concepts, Steve stepped in to use earth sports as inspiration for the technical aspects: rules, scoring, player positions, player numbers, playing fields, seasons (which ties in with the climate of each planet), and so on.

If he's being honest, he'll never use most of this. God knows the kids (except maybe Lucas, but he wouldn't bring it up) wouldn't notice or care about the absence of sports. But. Turn down an opportunity to hang out with Steve? Never. Also, deciding how much of real baseball should inspire their thinly veiled version of space baseball (spaceball) is kind of fun? What's a penalty and what isn't is just exciting when you throw anti-gravity into the mix.

Most importantly, it's nice seeing Steve be in his element. Dude is so fucking knowledgeable about this. Hearing him say that this will score x points because of that reason, confidence dripping from every syllable, has Eddie's tailbone tingling.

Would it be rude to swipe their notes off the island and jump onto it, offering himself like a buffet?

He knows he's allowed. Or, he knows that Steve wouldn't mind if he asked for a break, even if it was to make out. They've made a habit of sucking face when it's just them and there's nothing else to do (or when there are things to do, but they're easily ignored). Question is if he truly wants to interrupt those soothing pencil scritches and put an end to Steve's surprisingly sexy thinking face. He's got a little furrow between his eyebrows while chewing on his bottom lip, and every so often he'll mutter hoarsely under his breath. The fact that he's being so serious about doing this for the campaign, for the kids, for Eddie, is…

'Unreal' is what Eddie would've said nine months ago. Now he knows it's entirely in character. It's still noteworthy enough for him to memorize every detail of this moment. The King creating nerdy sports with the Freak is a picture that must be immortalized.

He doesn't realize how hard he's been staring until Steve looks up from their work, raising his brows in a silent 'what is it?'

Eddie shakes his head, warmth creeping over his cheeks. He pushes off the kitchen island and turns away to hide it. The sink is conveniently right there, so he grabs a glass out of the cupboard and fills it as excuse.

Behind him, the pencil hits the pad, rolling across the paper. Steve's footsteps are deliberately loud, telegraphing his advance over the surge of running water. Eddie fills the glass, drinks it in one gulp, and puts it on the counter. When he turns, heart thudding, Steve is standing inches in front of him. Steve leans forward, bracing his hands against the counter on either side of Eddie's waist. Boxing him in, but not trapping him.

"Did you want something?" Steve asks.

Eddie crosses his arms casually and shrugs. "Not really."

"Huh. It seemed like you wanted something."

"I was admiring your dedication to the campaign. It warms even this barren heart that you'll partake in nerdestry for the sake of the children."

"Oh, okay," Steve says and doesn't move; his hands remain on the counter and his face stays inches away. His eyes shine like suns, hot and intense. Eddie meets his gaze, face schooled into something calm. At least, he hopes – years of DMing have taught him how to regulate his expressions, but there's a big difference between DnD and this.

"Did you want something?" he asks to fill the silence and – yes! – his voice didn't tremble.

Steve grins. "Now that you say it, I did."

And with that, Steve kisses him.

The initial second, Eddie's brain shuts off, as it always does. It's simply too much too fast and all he can register is Steve Steve Steve. His taste, his scent, his firmness as he presses against Eddie and backs him into the kitchen cupboards.

But only the initial second. After that, he's back on, and that means he's on. Loping his arms around Steve's neck, Eddie tilts his head at the perfect angle until their mouths fit together just so and licks the inside of Steve's mouth. His hands delve into product-stiff locks and tug the way Steve likes it. Steve moans, slumping against Eddie. Eddie giggles into the kiss. He fucking loves knowing Steve better than his own back pocket, loves coaxing these reactions out of him, loves when he melts and leans his weight on Eddie.

It could be better only if they were horizontal and on a bed, or couch, or the fucking floor, and he'd get to feel the hair on Steve's chest and legs, the jut of his hipbone, and his evenly distributed weight. He so badly wants to know how heavy Steve is. He wants to be fucking crushed underneath him.

Maybe he could if he asked. Or maybe that'd be too much. The only time they've gone past second base is during the spontaneous blowjob he still can't fathom happened. Since then, their hands and mouths have stayed strictly above the waist. Eddie, though he's dying to blow Steve, is not going to complain or rush. Steve's the teacher here; he decides the curriculum.

All Eddie can do is show off the results of his rigorous practice. Today, it's by slotting their faces together like a pro and perfectly executing that tongue-sucking move Steve seems to love having done to him as much as he loves doing it to others. It brings a guttural noise out of Steve; he grabs Eddie's ass with both hands and yanks him closer. Eddie nearly loses his balance and must cling to Steve's neck to stay upright. Laughter rumbles within Steve's chest as he steadies him and rolls their hips together. The neck of his shirt bunches in Eddie's vice-like grip. They're as close as during that first kiss, no room for Jesus' finest hair between them. Eddie feels Steve's heartbeat, which means Steve can feel his, and the combined thud-thud-thuddings have his knees shaking.

Steve's hands round Eddie's hips and tug at his belt buckle. Eddie jerks back, breaking the kiss; a string of saliva still connects their mouths. Steve's eyes are enormous, more black than hazel. There's a question in them, a plea for permission.

Eddie nods and doesn't look as Steve opens Eddie's jeans and pushes them down his thighs. His face is on fucking fire. You could fry eggs on his cheeks. Which is a little debilitating. This is never how it goes in his fantasies – he's a lot suaver in those. Quicker on the ball, so to speak. On top of things, one could even say. But not here. Because here's an unfortunate fact about sex:

It's embarrassing.

Exciting and sexy and fun, obviously. But also embarrassing. It was the same during the blowie. The moment his pants were coming off and his dick popped out, Eddie was more inclined to run away than anything else. Hopefully, the feeling will fade as he gets used to it. These hopes are supported by how at ease Steve is, going from de-pantsing Eddie to unbuttoning his own jeans like it's nothing, second nature.

Eddie couldn't look away from that if he wanted to. Why would he want to? Steve's dick is a sight to behold. It's the eighth wonder of the world. Worthy of worship, of a dozen temples and daily sacrifices. It's long and thick, smooth and symmetrical, flushed at the tip and with a bead of precome already pooling in the slit.

It's pretty. And it's hard. It's hard for Eddie.

"Hey." Steve cups Eddie's face, tilting his head up (as well as bringing to his attention that his mouth's been hanging open like a fool; Eddie's teeth clack when he shuts it). "Is this okay?"

Eddie nods, breathing harshly through his nose. "Okay. So okay."

Steve smiles like Eddie just did him a favor. Eddie could – would – analyze that a little closer, except Steve lines up their cocks so that they rest against the broad expanse of his palm, rest against each other, and-

That's another guy's hand on Eddie's dick. It's another guy's dick on his dick. Steve's. Steve Harrington's dick. Next to Eddie’s.

Hoooooooooly shit.

It's happening right in front of him, and he's still having a hard time believing it. But it's real; it has to be real. Imaginarily gifted as he might be, not even he could daydream this into existence. Like, the way Steve's fingers curve around their cocks as he squeezes and strokes? The scratchy calluses on his fingertips? The ever-present chill of the Harrington mansion? How Eddie's testes keep catching on Steve's shaft, rising and rubbing against the dry skin? Steve's softly labored breaths? The edge of the fucking countertop digging into Eddie's lower back?

That's real. Uncomfortably and amazingly real.

Steve pauses to spit in his palm; Eddie whimpers out loud. When Steve resumes stroking it's just amazing, the glide so much easier now. It lets him go faster, put his hips into it and grind their pelvises together. Eddie keeps whimpering, these shamefully squeaky little ah-ah-ahs that he tries to swallow until Steve moans, hotly against the shell of his ear, that he sounds so pretty and sexy and "fuuuuuck, Eddie, wanna hear you like this every day."

He stops holding back then. Gets even louder when Steve noses along his jaw and sucks what'll surely become a mark at the underside of it.

The saliva has rubbed off but the glide is only improving, thanks to the precome dripping everywhere. Both are leaking, but Eddie especially – he's so fucking close. He tries to say it, but his skull is full of cotton and he can't form the words.

Steve must have some sixth orgasm sense, though, because he presses his lips to the scar on Eddie's cheek and mumbles, "So good, baby, you're doing so good, so perfect, wanna hear you come, wanna see your face, looked so pretty last time, almost made me cream my pants-"

Eddie screams. Head tossing back, lungs bursting, as he slouches against the counter. Most of all he'd like to sag to the floor and nap for an hour, he's that spent. But he can't – Steve hasn't come yet, and there's no way he'll go without again.

"Steve," he says. "Whaddya wan' m' to… C'n I…?"

The syllables slur together; he takes Steve's dick in his hand while licking his lips, hoping the point comes across. He just wants to make him come. 'How' doesn’t matter, as long as he's the one doing it.

Steve, thankfully understanding, puts Eddie's other hand on his cock, molding them tightly around the shaft, and rocks back and forth. Eddie almost whines a little since… well, he honestly has never before been so keen on having a cock in his mouth. Like, Steve towering over him, holding his head in place while fucking his throat? Yes and please, Jesus Christ, amen!

But this image is also pretty good: Steve's face inches away, pink with exertion and arousal, fringe plastered to his forehead, mouth kissed raw, and him thrusting wildly into Eddie's closed fists. Eddie's gaze darts between it and the throbbing cock in his hands. It's the second he's ever touched, after his own. It's a bit like jerking himself off, except a million times better, despite the kinda awkward angle.

Steve makes a noise, reedy and desperate. Eddie's eyes snap up just in time to see the climax wash over him, his mouth dropping into a perfect 'o' and his half-closed eyelids fluttering in pleasure. Ridiculous, beautiful, intoxicating; Eddie could become addicted to it.

Sighing, Steve lumbers forward to flop his head into the crook of Eddie's neck. Eddie drapes his arms over Steve's shoulders, probably smearing body fluids on his shirt. Neither says anything – they simply hold each other and breathe.

It's been a while since Eddie last was in Indianapolis. Been even longer since he visited a club. After some time, rejecting willing strangers and going home with bluer and bluer balls, no one to blame but his own fucking hangups, got old. Why waste the gas when he could just as well be getting no dates and not laid in Hawkins instead?

Except here he is, sweat sticking his shirt to his skin, hair frizzing around his ears, come drying under his nails. Standing with his dick hanging out in Steve Harrington's kitchen, with Steve Harrington in his arms.

He's sure he could've gotten this exact experience in a gay club bathroom years ago.

"Rather unhygienic doing this in the kitchen, hmm?" Eddie says.

Steve grunts, grossed out, but shrugs a shoulder. "I'll disinfect it."

Eddie giggles, and so does Steve, rubbing circles over the scar tissue on Eddie's hips. Burrows farther into Eddie's neck and makes no indication he'll move anytime soon.

Yeah, Eddie could've had this in a club. But he couldn't have had it with Steve in a club. Couldn't have felt this swoop in his stomach, like he's at the top of a roller-coaster, anywhere but here. Couldn't have felt this special.

You're ruining me, he thinks as he pets Steve's head.

Do you know that? he wonders when Steve ducks away, griping about what a pain it is to get semen out of hair. Squinting, Eddie asks how he figures. Steve blushes and laughs and doesn't reply, eyes glittering.

Can you see it?

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Not tagging anyone except @piratefishmama because she's the reason this exists in the first place. Also, I'm pretty sure she's even more excited about this than I am, so. Here you go, girl. I hope you enjoy this very late continuation.

[drghostwrite]

Holding onto you… (pt. 2)

Summary: following part one… “let’s have a baby”…Callie and Y/N start their pregnancy journey.

Pairing: Callie Torres x reader

TW: mentions of miscarriage and loss!!

please, please skip this part if it is a trigger for you… the other part will flow semi seamlessly if you can’t read this part.

******************************************************** You stood there frozen, two pink lines staring back at you. “Oh my God, I’m pregnant.” You whispered to yourself in the empty locker room the seeing the test in your hand, you heard a door open and quickly shoved the positive pregnancy test in your pocket.

“Dr. Torres?” A gentle voice taunted with fear whispered.

“Yes?” You turned seeing Jo standing there.

“Your wife… Err… the other Dr. Torres is requesting a consult.”

“oh okay, um…” you grabbed your stethoscope hanging it around your neck, “let’s go.”

“wait I can come?” She asked shocked that you would let her tag in on a surgery instead of doing scut.

“Your my intern aren’t you?”

“yea, but…”

“well I don’t know about everyone else but my goal is to make you a world class surgeon, which means surgeries…” you trailed.

“thank you.” She grinned.

“yea, yea don’t get used to it.” You chuckled seeing her excitement.

a few moments later you found yourself in a reading room looking at the scans on the walls, the only thing pulling you from the trance is Wilson’s pager going off.

“Oh sorry gotta go…”

“your fine.” You said as she scurried out of the room.

“So Dr. Devine, who did you intimidate today?” Callie said teasingly.

“Ugh intimidate you know I hate that people say that.”

“Yea well Ortho Goddess marries Trauma Goddess, they should be intimidated.” She leaned in pulling you close by your hips, placing a quick kiss to your lips with a mischievous grin.

“haha very funny.” You giggled against her lips. “I do have some news for you though…” you said.

“oh? And what is that?”

“here…” you handed her the test that you had shoved in your pocket.

“what is… oh my God, Y/N are you?” She gasped.

“yea.” You shook your head tears coming to your eyes, hugging her.

“your pregnant, we’re gonna have a baby.”

the next few weeks flew by, you were waiting to tell to many people but of course Jo found out bc she walked in on you and Callie talking about it. It didn’t matter much though over the last few weeks she had become like family, the little sister you never had, Meredith and Bailey knew because Callie told them and of course you told Addison. Everyone was so excited for you both, that was until one night.

You were laying in bed, Callie behind you one hand protectively around your stomach as you both slept, you started to stir next to her feeling nauseous. You sat up slow letting your sense come to and that when you felt it wetness on the sheets, your body felt sore and cramps were slowly intensifying as you came to.

“Callie?” You called, letting your eyes adjust, “Hey baby?” You shook her shoulder gently. You reached a hand down feeling between your thighs, that’s when terror set in, you could see the deep crimson staining your finger tips, “Callie, Callie wake up!!” You yelled.

“Y/N what’s going on?!” She shot up, wide awake.

“The baby, Callie, I’m bleeding.”

“no, no…” she quickly got out of bed and helped you, you don’t bother changing as she rushed you to the hospital, cramps turning into contractions, every gasp tearing through your wife. She called Addison and told her to be ready.

she pulled up into the ambulance bay, Kepner and Hunt running out alongside Addison and Arizona who quickly barked orders.

“I want as much O neg as we can get and get me monitors for mom and baby, we’re going right to OB… let’s move people.”

Before you new it you had every monitor you could imagine hooked to you, nurses rushing around the room, “Callie?”

“right, I’m right here.”

“I’m scared, what if?…”

“no… no.” She said trying to calm you down.

A few moments later and everything went quiet, you held your breath waiting for relief to come. Addison came into the room, the door slowly closing behind her.

“What? What’s wrong, what happened?” You asked.

“um… well, it seems that…” she stopped taking a breath and letting a tear fall while trying to compose herself.

“No… No!” You cried out, sobs overtaking your body as you pulled Callie closer.

“I’m so sorry.” Addison let tears fall, how do you tell your best friend that she just lost one of the only things she’s ever wanted.

Callie climbed into the bed with you pulling you to her chest as she let tears fall into your hair, you sobbed into her chest your entire body shaking. Addison quickly left the room, going to inform Webber that you and Callie would both be needing time alone to grieve.

Returning to work weeks later was no different, not many knew about the pregnancy, those that did know were solemn but admired the way that you kept pulling through. Though many could see the open wound that still haunted you, Callie was by your side for all of it, grieving with you and helping you as you processed everything.

though the first time didn’t work you tried again, the second time didn’t take so you tried a third, so far nothing but you were hopeful.

[erstersauce]

INTRO POST ✨✨

h e l l o im cally (or Calista but cally is fine :]])

uh i go by she/her

ALSO IM SO SORRY IF I REFOLLOW YOU

IT’S PROBABLY BC I REVISIT YOUR BLOG A LOT ABD I HAVE CLUMSY FINGERS 😭😭

PLEASE DONT HATE ME

JAPANESE AMERICAN RAHHHHHHH 🇯🇵🇯🇵🇯🇵🇯🇵🇯🇵🇯🇵🇯🇵🇯🇵

w o m e n 🌈🩷✨✨

I like musicals a lot

some of my favorites are

-Les Mis (I LOVE LES MIS AAAAAAAAAAAAA)

-Newsies (sarah jacobs simp since 2017 😔😔 this musical is so amazing i love it with every fiber of my being it makes me so happy im screaming and running around im feral i love newsies currently crying it’s incredible i just NDJAODPQJEIQWHRGALKS)

-Something Rotten

-Be More Chill

-Mean Girls

-Dear Evan Hansen

-Wicked

also I like swing kids you should all watch it it’s amazing and life changing

Queen, David Bowie, The Beatles >>>>>> (i love classic rock and 70s/80s songs aaeaeaeea)

none of my posts are rlly organized by tag, but I try to keep my art stuff organized in the tags I put on here 👍👍

COOL PEOPLE ERRRERRRRRAHHHHHHHHH

@waiting-makes-me-antsy @lemonlord14 @a-three-part-mini-opera @atticusredwood @yetanotherkris

@fell-outta-my-chair @theylovewinnie @ivys-head-is-spinning @ourownbelovedbohemians @acesbrainrot

@saladchips im erstersauce on Spotify, ao3, wattpad (i never rlly use it though so uh), Pinterest, and probably a bunch of other sites that I forgot abt 🙂🙂

okya byeeeeeeeee 💕💕

[ybklix]

𝙁𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝘾𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙚

☆ pairing: bang chan x fem!character

𐙚 genre - content - tags: fanfic / smut / romance / straight / misterio

Sinopsis: Cartas secretas. Acertijos que parecen no tener respuestas y una agobiante obsesión por ambos que parece dirigirse a un camino equivocado, qué tan lejos y qué tan dispuesto estaría él a llegar solo para conocer los más íntimos secretos de aquella chica que no puede sacarse de su mente y que alguna vez logró amar.

── ♡ 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞 ♡ ──

KNOW THAT I LOVED YOU SO BAD, I LET YOU TREAT ME LIKE THAT

Cuando todos esperan todo de ti, o al menos algo similar a lo ya conocido; para alguien incontrolable y de espíritu libre como la joven Calliope, seguir un patrón de reglas era casi imposible. Seguir lo pasos de su familia, convertirse en algo por obligación la hacían querer estallar su corazón e inesperadamente entre la confusión, caos e irremediable laberinto de sentimientos, conoció a Chris, lo que al principio pareció ser el único lugar cálido en su vida, llegó a sobrecalentarse demasiado hasta volverse casi intocable. Ella era impredecible, desordenada a su manera y, para alguien como él, cuyo futuro planeó y construyó poco a poco, un desafío como ella no era más que algo increíblemente magnífico.

Porque, había algo en la joven Calliope, en su mirada y el sigilo de sus movimientos; realmente nunca se sabía con exactitud cuál sería su siguiente paso y eso él lo reconocía demasiado bien... escondía algo que dejaba a la vista de todos y a la vez de nadie pero al parecer solo una persona estaba verdaderamente cerca de descubrir tan inquietante secreto. Christopher Bahng nunca lo quiso dejar escapar, ni tampoco a ella... Ahora sólo se vive en el incertidumbre del mañana y las sensaciones pasajeras que algún día ella se las hizo sentir.

⋅˚₊ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

Su frustración y estrés podían verse a una milla de distancia y le aterraba que tales emociones pudiesen transminarse más allá de la habitación. Chris suspiró, sonrió incrédulo y pasó las manos por su cabello para luego pelliscarse la ligera capa de sus labios secos, pensando... en cómo algo que tan fugaz pero intenso, un amor rápido que consumía cada partícula en su interior, pudo llegar a algo así, cómo tan de pronto una persona que ama puede ser tan cínica.

No podía creer lo que leía.

Querido Chris,

Sé lo que intentan hacer. Queriéndose acercar cada vez a nuestro maravilloso secreto, monitorean tus movimientos y tratan de saber los míos, pero no te agobies que tengo todo controlado. Terminaré, quizá, lo que siempre quisiste de mí pero hasta entonces esto será lo ultimo que tendrás de mi procedencia.

Adiós, Chris. Volveré. Siempre tuya, Calli ♡

... the things you did, well i hope i was your favorite crime.

[nhaneh]

Kea Lurvis

B A S I C S

Name: H'anha Mar Kea Lurvis Age: 22-ish come Dawntrail (~17 for ARR) Nameday: 26'th Sun of the 3rd Astral Moon assumed Race: Miqo'te, Seeker of the Sun Gender: mostly She/Her used to wish she'd been born a Tia Orientation: Demi-ish Profession: Adventurer, "Sorceress' Knight"

P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: Tortoiseshell, half-floof, kinda unkempt Eyes: Yellow-orange Skin: uh idk, 0xB18364? Tattoos/scars: tends to have her fair share of both fresh and mending marks, but none of any real particular note

F A M I L Y

Parent(s): H'mar Nunh Siblings: H'mira Mar + ~10 other half-sisters and maybe a half-brother or two In-laws and Other: Y'shtola Rhul (spouse) Y'mhitra Rhul (half-sister-in-law) Scions of the Seventh Dawn (adopted Seeker tribe)

S K I L L S

Abilities: Wide range of combat styles, both physical and magical Wilderness traversal, tracking, and survival Self-taught magitek pilot Echo Inspiration Hobbies: Tinkering with magitek devices Hiking and exploration Music and singing Chocobo Racing Going VERY FAST

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait(s): Always tries to see the best in people Near-endless well of hope Worst Negative Trait(s): Kind and helpful nature easy to exploit Tendency to self-isolate

L I K E S

Colors: Browns, yellows, oranges, greens Smells: Forest after rainfall Textures: Polished wood, treated leather, soft downy fur and feathers Drinks: cold water, juice, generally still stuff

O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: No Drinks: Socially, only in moderation Been Arrested: No though I suppose if you count the bloody banquet then some corrupt bastards did make a failed attempt at it once Mount Issuance: Kakapo, chocobo Callie the Calico, Fatter cat Magitek motorcycles and other vehicles

tagged by @eriyu forever ago (soz!) uh very late to all this and also bad at tagging people so none specific but feel free to claim I tagged you if you want to follow suit??

[sunsproutgarden]

TEAM LOVE ROUND 3 LETS GOOO 💗💗💗

[jademickian]

tag game wednesday!

lovely frens @doshiart @lingy910y @spookygingerr and @wehangout thanks for the tag<33

how did you get into the fandom?

was watching an analysis of another show where shameless was compared to (video was good but too bad it was in an infamous plagiarizer’s channel). watched the show then gallavich scenes. got lots of feels, need to scream w someone, so im here!

how long have you been here?

lurked for so long, this sideblog used to be on priv because i was just using it as an archive. interaction-wise, my first anniv would be on june 9th:D

what’s the first fandom channel you found? (Youtube, Reddit, Tumblr, Insta, Twitter, FB, other?)

gallavich scenes... like a caveman

what’s your favourite now?

tumbles

which mutual have you known the longest in the fandom?

@callivich gave me the training wheels

which tumblerino’s did you have your first fandom crush(es) on?

nosho @creepkinginc calli @callivich and ajax @transmickey i am looking at you with big sparkly eyes

first Gallavich fan fic you read (or that blew you away that you remember)

like real people do was the first one i read that made me go "oh i get it now..." (i was in multiple fandoms before shameless but never read fanfic). [special mention stuck at three for days for making me lose my shit]

fan art that blew your mind?

fanfic trope that you were sure wasn’t for you but now you low key (or high key) love?

im pretty open to tropes/trying them, but im still not sure with a/b/o (though lately im lowkey getting curious)

what surprised you most about the fandom?

people are nice 🥹 like genuinely. and VERY supportive. i have not seen anything like it

moment in the show (or YT vids if you’re one of those) that you fell in love with Gallavich?

this one:)) two flustered boys? ian's sudden imy? mickey suppressing the blush? take your hand off the glass? okay? they saw "these two are made for each other" in the script and sprinted

Ian or Mickey?

idk man read my username

which Gallagher or Milkovich are you?

unfortunately im lip

taggingg @echosluvr @iandarling @em-harlsnow @sgtmickeyslaughter @vintagelacerosette if u wanna join:)) if not here's an orange 🍊

[mors-pulchritudo]

{OOC ~ Rules + General info!}

Please read before interacting! (like or reblog to let me know that you read all of this please)

14+ / semi. selective / OCs and crossover muses welcome / HSR OC <3

Also — follows come from @pangirlpanic !

18+ sideblog -> @plumae-cupiditas

1 ~ No NSFW asks, please (I have another blog for that) - but suggestive (to a point) is fine! I can do violence and things of that nature, but it will be tagged accordingly.

2 ~ This blog is for my HSR OC, please be respectful :)

3 ~ Owner of this blog (Hi, name's Lottie :3) will pop in sometimes, so please be nice! Also, mod is 22 and married! (basically no flirting outside of RP context)

4 ~ Please be nice to me OOC. Sometimes my replies are slow, because I do have a life outside of RP. Being mean in RP is cool, as long as it goes with the thread/the character.

5 ~ Communication is key!! If an RP thread isn't working for you/you want to drop it (given you provide me a reason) DM me and let me know! I'm actually nice I swear ( T . T )

6 ~ If you have a rules/an about, please put it somewhere where I can see it! I would like to be aware of what you will and will not do if we end up role playing together. If you don’t have one, just take the time to make a basic post until you have something more substantial, or you can just let me know in DMs if you prefer.

7 ~ Just be respectful/nice in general on here. No hate of any kind will be tolerated.

8 ~ I can basically do any type of RP, but I do tend to use a more formally formatted type of RP, though.

9 ~ Minors can interact with this blog, as there will be no NSFW present. Suggestive humor at most, but even then, it will be mild. But, I do ask that if you are under the age of 17, you shy away from my main. (Or block the #burning petals tag/be mindful of what you interact with or consume) Please and thank you :)

10 ~ Also, this is a multi-ship blog. Meaning - my OC has no set S/O, and it can change depending upon who she's being shipped with. But, she is an adult! No child/underage ships are allowed. Platonic relationships are just fine.

11 ~ This blog isn't just for RP!! Feel free to ask my OC literally anything, she'll answer! (or, if you want to ask me something, DM me or just specify if it's for the mod to answer the ask aka me)

12 ~ Not a rule, just background stuff/info about my OC to read here (more in depth lore will be in a separate place)

13 ~ You can feel free to send me any RP starters for Calli that you want, even if we haven’t interacted before! Don’t be shy, I’m nice I promise :)

“Purple text” is Calliope speaking!

Default text is me/the mod speaking!

Some generic warnings + more info

This blog will contain some sensitive and potentially triggering topics regarding my OC’s lore. Examples are:

~ Trauma (more than one type)

~ Mental health issues

~ Injury in various degrees

~ Darker themes of mythology (the whole nine yards, basically)

~ Death (in the past/being mentioned)

~ (more may be added!)

Also, I will ask if you don’t vibe with any of these topics before they may come up in an interaction!

Masterlists

Paradisus-Aeternus

The people

The culture (coming soon)

??? (More to be added soon!!)

Calliope

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Gineva

more info coming soon!

Ezekiel

more info coming soon!

Tags ✰ :

# calliope ~ space bird (any and everything that has to do with my OC. i.e., reblogging memes, dash/ic commentary, answering asks as her, rp threads, etc.)

# chirp ‘o clock! ~ chime in (just for ic/dash commentary :3)

# a message from beyond ~ intergalactic inbox (this is for when Calliope answers asks!)

# rp time ~ galactic melodies (any rp thread/ic or dash commentary)

# ooc ~ dimmed down starlight (me, the mod speaking! :3 Or just anything out of character lol)

# unopened letter ~ the ask box (for when I, the mod, answers asks)

# the avifauna and the [____] (<- would refer to something w/ a character/OC) (the ship tag!! when any sort of shipping happens, this tag will be used!)

# rp memes ~ surfing the sky (just for reblogging RP prompts/memes)

# siren's serenade ~ take a dive... (this will be the lore tag! when more in depth lore about Calli is posted, check this tag!)

# juniper bug ~ light of the dawn (anything regarding Calliope’s daughter! Whether it be memes, RP, asks, you name it!)

# oh sweet child of mine ~ the setting moon (anything to do with Calliope’s son! Same as the tag for her daughter ^^)

# laughin’ and stargazin’ ~ meme o’ clock! (The meme tag! These are usually memes I make myself lol)

# sing to the bird ~ stuff to ask calli!! (usually range from RP memes to prompts, stuff like that :3)

# the bird and the [_____] (<- refers to an OC/character) (this is the non ship tag! Basically one of Calli’s friends/acquaintances or someone she knows — but there’s no romance yet hehe)

# melodic winds ~ rp promo (<- for when I, the mod, reblog stuff from other RP blogs! It’s in the name lol)

# paradisus-aeternus ~ a world of imagination (any post about Calli's home planet!)

# lights - camera - action! (for any videos I make with my OCs or other characters :3)

# lay back ~ the water’s fine (for little headcanons/short blurbs I post about Calli and/or her kids!)

# the gallery ~ precious paintings (for when I post art! WIPs, full pieces, etc.)

# the sea’s call (calliope musings) (for when I reblog stuff that reminds me of Calli! Could be images, quotes, anything!

More tags may be added in the future! These are all of the ones I have set up currently. :)

Like for a starter!

Discord : char_dahlia (in case you would like to contact me by another means instead of tumblr)

Anddd…that’s everything! So, we all cool? Good, that’s what I like to hear. Now, let’s get this show started!

[queen-scribbles]

KissCrew for the @speakergame children! tagged by @risualto for this round. There were many skin/hair color and hairstyle difficulties, but I did the best I could. \o/

Callie/Sebastian ∙ Phillip/Rory ∙ Jess/Liam

[gallawitchxx]

weekly tag wednesday thursday!

oooh baby, look at all the hotties that tagged me to play yesterday: @darlingian @creepkinginc @suzy-queued @metalheadmickey @too-schoolforcool @lingy910y @crossmydna @sgtmickeyslaughter @iansw0rld @juliakayyy @thisdivorce & @energievie !!!! THANKS HOTTIES! how fun!

how is your day going?: so far so good! i honestly laid in bed for hours this morning - much longer than i intended to. but i think that's fine!

are you okay?: life has been super whumpy lately & i haven't been riding the waves all that gracefully. but yeah, i'm okay! this too shall pass.

what is your favourite shade of your favourite colour?: i don't really have a favorite color, but i love turquoise that's more blue than green.

are you single?: i am Very Married!

are you happy about that?: yeah! my wife's the best! we have our shit, like all couples do, but i wouldn't be who or where i am today without her. i'm very lucky.

what age do you feel in your brain?: oooh... 970?

do you feel like the good times are behind you or ahead of you?: both! past, present & future good times for me, bayybeee!

do you have a best friend?: many! but in the traditional sense, yes. i have two besties who i've known since childhood & it's a blessed miracle that we're still loving up on each other after all of these years.

did you have a childhood pet?: i had fish & a couple of cats!

do you sing or whistle around the house?: oh, i was literally just singing take me or leave me from rent (both parts thank you very much) while doing the dishes! so yes! my wife & i also are constantly making up dumb songs lolol.

do you light candles or incense?: yes yes both! more candles now, but incense when we used to *gasp* smoke weed inside hahahalksgjsl. but now we're strictly backyard stoners, so the candles work just fine. plus, i have tons of witchy candles too that i'm always working with for spells & such.

are you busy Friday night?: no? lol. what day is it? we have some weekend plans, so a friday night in sounds grand!

if you were a circus performer which act would you be in?: probably a fortune teller (typecast), but i think in another life, i'd want to be a trapeze artist & swing from the rafters!

what is your favourite outfit?: oooh this one's easy! a white mock turtleneck, my black Wildfang overalls, and sneakers!

what's the last thing you created?: i'm working on a writing project for work & still attempting my end of the Having a Ball collab with @callivich (hi calli, ily calli, thank you for your patience calli), but i suppose the last thing i created was this art of mickey's booty.

what is your favourite fic or book of all time?: it might need an update, but my forever favorite book is a tale of two cities by charles dickens. my favorite fic? shit that's hard. eerrrrmmmm - i truly cannot answer this, sorry lolol.

what are you looking forward to?: by this time next month (plus a few days), i'll have hugged all of my favorite people! HOW EXCITING FOR ME!

what can put you immediately in a better mood?: a movie night with the pals! a play sesh with my pup! a smoocherooooo.

do you like hugs?: love 'em! c'mere! let me squeeze you round the middle & bury my nose in your neck!

what is something you wish people understood about you?: oooh. um, i think that because i'm pretty positive all the time, people don't think to check in on me & see if i'm doing ok? this isn't a plea by any means lol - i'm good! - but it takes a lot of effort to keep a good attitude when the world can be so harsh. also! i'm a witch! don't mess with me! *wink*

tagging @heymrspatel @howlinchickhowl @whatwouldmickeydo @whatthebodygraspsnot @milk-o-bitch & @squidyyy23 - who may not ever see this, but who i almost put down for favorite fic! (i'm DAD's #1 stan!) & who i miss every day of my life! if you don't want to play, that's cool! imagine we're laying together in a field of green, looking up at a clear, sunny sky. ily.