#cause I got no clue how to send those in game

[satansleftnutcheek]

Me with my roommates: I mean I don’t know if we’re really friends, y’a know? I mean we hardly ever talk so for all I know they could just see me as some weird ass hobbit creature they have to tolerate :/

Me with random strangers I played 5 splatoon games with: You are the best friends a man could ask for. Your determination and skill in this sport of Rainmaker will not go unrecognized. I’d follow you into the fiery depths of hell and look the devil dead in the eyes and smile if that’s what it took to see another horizon with you, my brothers

[s-rosie]

Javery hcssssssss #4

are you there goddddd it’s me fionaaaaaaa

jameson buys avery acrostic jewelry that says either cute messages or as clues for when he makes their dates a game (acrostic jewelry is jewelry that uses the first letter of jewels to spell out a word or message)

when jamie isn’t with ave and she says that she’s craving something or wants something he will order it to the house for her with a little message on the bag like “to avery from your mystery boy”

he can play electric guitar and she can sing so they make covers of songs together and just sing to have fun and it sounds really good

(this one is kinda reminiscent of some of my previous hcs) they once got caught making out in the library and when the teacher tried to give them detention they said that it never said in the rule book you can’t make out in the library (bc who would acc do it it’s just common sense…) and the teacher had to let them go but the next day the rules got updated with a “no making out in the library” rule on it and they put more cameras in that area

when they have whipped cream they always try to put it on the other’s nose/smear it on their face and it ends with a huge mess all over and like 5 empty cans of whipped cream

ave can rub a line down jamie’s forehead down his nose a few times with her pinky and he will fall asleep instantly and he won’t admit that he falls asleep that fast but she finds it adorable

to make them mad, nash gave them “the talk” when he found out they were sleeping together and wouldn’t let them leave until he was done and they were mortified but nash just found it funny

one time on her period ave bled through the sheets of jameson’s bed and she was so worried he would find it gross and want to leave her but he just told her it was natural and absolutely nothing to worry about and he gave her some of his really comfy oversized clothes and cuddled her after changing the sheets and helping her clean up

when they were still in school, jameson asked avery “so, want to come over to my room later and study 😏” but she was kinda clueless to what he meant so she was like “sure, i’ll make a quizlet” and he was like “no, we don’t need that, the test is on human anatomy” and she was like “oh i’m not taking biology this year so i don’t need to study but ill send you the link to my favorite anatomy blooket” and she didn’t realize what he really meant until a random 3:00 am 3 years later

once they accidentally left their handcuffs on the headboard from ✨activities✨ and ave filmed a grwm with those in the background and didn’t know until xander and max pointed it out and made fun of them

they hold each other’s pinky’s sometimes when they want to be close but still have their space and it’s adorable

jameson has a staring problem and will not stop looking at avery no matter what bc he just thinks she’s just so beautiful which causes alisa to get mad when jamie can’t even look at the reporters interviewing them bc he’s staring at avery but most of the fans find it adorable

he will grab her cheeks and pinch them slightly which causes her face to scrunch up which looks really cute and when her face is red from the pinching he says “haha i made you blush” which causes her to do the same and/or kiss his face all over until his face is red and say “now i made you blush”

on a couch or big comfy chair ave will sit on his lap (not in a spicy way but like how rachel sits on ross’ lap at central perk in friends) and he will cuddle her and whisper sweet nothings in her ear and kiss her face/neck while she giggles and kisses him back

jamie wears her jewelry and avery wears his jackets and sunglasses

the first time he put his hand on ave’s thigh she forgot how to breath/act like a normal human being and it was at a gala so there are photos of her from that gala trying not to die. she even says that the closest she’s ever come to dying wasn’t the shooting or plane bombing, but when jameson put his hand on her thigh for the first time

i’m trying something a little different with my hcs where i make them longer and add more context and stuff but make a little less so lmk if you like this better or the shorter ones!

also pls give me rqs bc i have motivation but i’m running out of ideas for hcs lollll

[betterfettered]

Do you think the Yandere obey me cast, specifically Leviathan, would take away your glasses you needed to see with just so you'd rely on him more/not look at anyone else?

At first I was just having a laugh but now I'm wondering how that would go.

This isn't a request I just thought it was funny and wanted to share

HAHAHAHAHA omg this is so funny T T thank you for sending this I'm dying

"This isn't a request I thought it was funny"

(AMAB!Yandere x GN!reader)(This one is fluffy teehee)

As a little treat to himself, Yandere!Lucifer might do this to tease you a little, and make you beg or ask nicely for them. He'd really like the feeling of you being reliant on him, and he does enjoy a bit of light hearted teasing so it would be a warm fuzzy moment for him. Following that though he would test your eyesight and punish you if you weren't wearing the right prescription.

Yandere!Mammon will steal your glasses and then insist on helping you with everything, even things that aren't related to your sight, such as showering. He'll stand close enough to you that you can count his eyelashes when you are talking and turn your face towards him by the chin when he notices you squinting at things. Sooner or later you will find your glasses in his stuff, and he'll say he doesn't know how they got there.

Yandere!Leviathan would snatch your glasses off of your face in a fit of jealousy and stomp on them, asking furiously why you always want to look at everyone but him. Fine - better if he doesn't leave you the option at all. He'll trap you in another video game with him, where everything is unfamiliar and you can barely make out your surroundings so you have to cling to him to survive. Of course he's going to be very into roleplaying the character, so you'll have to call him whatever he says and convince him with affection to stop being salty enough to help you.

A lover of a good prank, Yandere!Satan would take your glasses while you're sleeping and replace your things with similar looking things or just rig them, then watch you through the many, many cameras he's got all over. It's like one of his cat videos! He put slimy bugs in your house slippers, unscrewed your door from the hinges so when you try to leave your room it falls over onto you, replaced your toothpaste with a tube of frosting, set up your shower to hit you with a mildly corrosive acid that painfully burns your skin. Haha! What good fun! When you finally call out to him and ask him for help he'll return your glasses and help take care of any of the pain he caused you.

Yandere!Asmo seems like one of those people who would take your glasses and put them on and then be like "WOW YOU REALLY CAN'T SEE!" He'll probably wave them above his head and tell you to come and get them from him so that you have to willingly get close to him, at which point he'll probably toss your glasses to the side because his attention is on you instead.

Yandere!Beelzebub definitely sat on your glasses by accident and broke them, and he feels really bad about it, but every time he lets you go outside you try to run away so how is he supposed to get you new ones? :( He'll help you out as much as possible with trying to see things, and you'll have many moments with him where you say "what does that say" "prime tapur special" "no that" "new charred poison belly newt spicy flavor" "no, that!" ".....2 for 1 blood strawberry tart" "never mind...". Eventually if you promise to behave and have earned his trust enough, he'll take you to replace them.

Yandere!Belphegor will take your glasses and leave little clues for you to follow to get to them. Seeing you walk around and around though, at least one of the brothers is going to offer to help you find them, and when Belphegor finds out he's gonna be hella annoyed about it. He'll probably go into your room at night, lock the door, and lie on top of you, refusing to get up. When you finally do manage to escape so you can go to school, he'll knock your glasses off your nightstand so they fall behind your bed, and then tell you to go ask the brother who helped you what happened to them, hmPH!

Thank you homie for sending this goofy ask what a nice change of pace <3

[pricescancerstickk]

Vladimir Makarov x Reader

(C.w mentions of death, tell me if I missed any, au different than the game.)

W.c : 1.0k

It was a shocker how you’d been those receiving gifts. The writing in russian had given it away, You’d think he was trying to hide the fact it was him but really, he seemed like he was toying with you. You knew he wasn’t the type of guy to write or send letters, Makarov preferred luring in his victims, but to you he was making it obvious it was him

He haunted you for so many years.

The way the screen cuts to the next scene just made you wonder. If he was dead or alive. But the one with a gift box and a note attached to it?

That note in russian. It was too much to bear. Makarov was alive and out to find out where you were and get his revenge against 141. But for you, this was a warning to be on your guard too. For you.

Makarov couldve been anywhere in the world. You thought to yourself. But how would you know? That bastard knew you. You were hiding-. If makarov finds what he wants. There is no stopping what he would do. He was a cruel bastard. And he probably would not only want revenge. That was in his nature the man had only known destruction his entire life, with a bleeding heart and hadn’t shown any guilt for the killing of bystanders

It brings you to his partner in crime almost, Ivan

ivan. A trained mercenary in the group of elite killers that Vladimir had. If you were captured by someone like him. Then you would most likely be dead within the day if not the hour. Ivan, the ultranationalist. The second most important man to makarov’s group. But even he hadn’t a clue where your location was. You had been in hiding for quite some time after 141 disbanded. But makarov had the ability to get you in some sort of way. Whether by his men, or himself. Ivan... He was makarovs partner in crime to a certain point. You had seen him before. But one that wasn’t as dangerous as makarov. It was ivan who got you, but makarov who is sending the notes and the warnings. Ivan, ivan can’t track you. He is just a soldier. But makarov? He is a leader. He probably knows where you are already..

That bastard would probably be coming after you himself now. You needed to keep hiding. If not that, then run. He probably knows more about you than you think. Makarov could be hiding in a forest and then he could pop up right behind you in an instant. You thought to yourself. But you know. You would never run. Even if it meant you could be dead.. You would not run.

You only remembered Vladimir to be the same guy who was selling carpets back then,,

a carpet seller. A carpet seller was the man who was the cause of everything...a simple carpet seller. Makarov a simple carpet seller. It sounded a bit foolish but at the same time you had been living in the arab world for most of your life, so it made sense that such a thing could happen. But makarov? He was supposed to be a good man, an honest good man who did not mean any wrong. But he had been wrong from the start. So wrong. It was all a front. Atleast that was where you had first met him. His little carpet shop. A man in the east world selling carpets. Nothing wrong with that. Was he an honest man though? Now you question those very words. Was he really? It was all a facade. A facade behind all the atrocities that he must’ve been doing. All the people that have suffered under his cruel reign. All the people he had sold weapons too. The soldiers that he had killed. That he himself was hiding away and making himself out to be a saint.

When really he was the devil in disguise, you were hiding in the dark corner of the warehouse. He had seen you. And you hadn’t known what had happened. You felt his gaze upon you. So you kept to that corner. Waiting for the opportunity to get out and away. But you never got that opportunity. The base was now in flames and 141 was no more. It had been the end of days for them. But it had also been the end of days for you in a way, you were a hunted girl. With no friends or anyone to turn too.

You had no one to turn to. It was that night he had you in the corner of the wall That night he had you in the corner. So many other things had happened. But the image of him was burnt into your mind. The memory of him seeing you had been seared into your brain. His stare. The cruel look in his eyes. The look of a predator, like a lion stalking its prey. And the prey had found itself cornered. The prey was you. The hunted. Hunted yet again. You had nothing against the Russian. Albeit, yes he was the enemy. He killed millions and was responsible for the lives of them, you didn’t have anything personal against him, but even if that was that, he still needed to get rid of.

Necessarily, he wasn’t planning on killing you, but then it really struck him when you were bold to try and infiltrate their base, but he had caught you that night.

Makarov was a vile man, the damage he caused was immense and it began with a carpet shop?

“убери от меня руки!” You begged , pleas falling on deaf ears as he made his way around to you. He was mocking you with how slow he was going, harsh nails digging into your wrists, slamming you down on the floor pinning you down, the harsh stare in his eyes burned through you, it was engraved into your mind. You wrists had turned red it ached like hell

“So my little whore knows Russian?”

Your knees began to tremble at the sound of his voice alone. That one sentence was enough to shake you to the core and cause any confidence you had left to be stripped away from you. You wanted to cry and shake in fear. But instead you froze. Your knees trembled. And you felt as though you had just walked into the belly of the beast, you despised him, you wished the nightmare would be over, he was responsible for the death of all your friends.

But he was still after you, you didn’t know why. You wouldn’t know. If it was put more into summary,

He thought of you more as a toy then a enemy.

[imaginespazzi]

I've been letting your story marinate for a few days. Perfection as always.

I'm very interested in this timeline because Paige getting married after a year dating and Azzi being very pregnant got my braincells firing. And I wonder if one is an (in)direct result of the other. Sorry this is long but I had to write it out.

Feb 2033 - Present day, Stephie is 5. Paige and Azzi not really spoken in 8 years.

2030 - P and Olivia divorce.

September 2029 - Stephie about 18 months. Paige married. Found it interesting that Paige wears an engagement ring...

Jan/Feb 2028 - Stephie born.

December 2027 - Paige's wedding, very Azzi pregnant (the timeline is timelining for me around this). Paige and Olivia been dating 'barely a year.'

Early 2027ish - Azzi flies to Dallas sees Paige and Olivia together, leaves.

Late 2026 - P and Olivia start dating. Paige hid the relationship for the first few months.

May 2024 - End of school year, Paige going into her final season in 2024-2025, appears Azzi is planning on staying until 2026.

September 2017 - Baby Pazzi being adorkable

Other thoughts as I re-read hunting for clues.

I feel like when Azzi's not around and Stephie is over Katie and Tim talked about Paige, she seemed to know a lot about her beyond just seeing her play a handful of times.

The fracturing seemed to happen while still at UConn judging by comments by Jana/Ice. And it was clearly pretty bad from the way the UConn girlies still react to it.

As a side note I kinda don't blame Azzi for feeling so off kilter, Paige parachutes back into her life after barely speaking in a decade, and slides back into how she's so pretty and all this like she didn't have a whole ass WIFE in between. I'd also feel whiplash from it tbh.

Paige doing all those little things that aren't her for the wedding she so wants to love Olivia as much as Azzi but can't. Feels like a massive red flag to be thinking about the girl you wish you could have married on your wedding day.

8 years and it seems like Paige has no idea why Azzi said no?

Azzi feels so guilty but part of me thinks she had a reason that made sense at the time that Paige couldn't/wouldn't try to understand.

I have a partial theory but will save it so as not to put out any potential spoilers (not saying I'm super confident lol).

OMG babes you're pretty much spot on with your timelines. Here's my timeline (literally written on a sticky note on my laptop) for cross-reference (spoilers crossed out obvi)

Yes absolutely, Katie and Tim have definitely spoken about Paige in front of Stephie and especially since Stephie would be with them at Wings vs Valkyries games, they'd make sure she knew

Whiplash + residual guilt, like Azzi's definitely got some valid concerns at the moment

You know how Azzi has warning bells? Paige reeeeeally needs some of those or maybe she does have them, but when they were ringing like crazy on her wedding day, she did an incredible job of ignoring them

Paige and Azzi have had their moments over the course of 8 years but they've definitely never addressed anything they should...

OMG please send me your theory and add like a clue/emoji or something so I can confirm if you're close or not without posting it cause I really wanna hear it.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

NWhile you're doing pokemon, might i ask, for a platonic headcanons ofseeiven, Penny and Nemona x reader,

where reader's showing them the snowy cat weasel legendary pokemon that was sealed away(i forget names atm-), i can picture arven at least being concerned seeing the dex's entry for it as reader's just all "oh but it's a sweetheart! Don't be so worried!" as theyre giving the pokemon that no doubt would absolutely cause a devastating avalanche if the reader wasnt there scritches and pats/lh

feel free to ignore just thought it could be amusing!/lh

-salt anon(stay safe btw!)

This is perfect timing bc I caught Chien-Pao today (and also Ting-Lu, my fav) after struggling and restarting the game a lot

............

After Ms. Raifort piqued your interest in the "Treasures of Ruin", you set out to free them from their confinements, knowing these poor things were taken advantage of centuries ago.

You believe they could still be helped. It wasn't too late! All they needed was love and friendship, things you were more than happy to provide.

Of course, pulling the stakes that sealed the Icerend Shrine and challenging Chien-Pao afterwards was no cakewalk, but you caught it after convincing it to come with you, promising to give it a better life.

The feline ice-type was surprisingly quick to warm up to you after you gave it a bath during a picnic, figuratively melting its icy heart. 

You took great care in shining its sword fangs, smiling when it purred in thanks before taking a nap in the grass, curled up.

It becomes harder to believe this sweet creature had a hand in destroying an entire kingdom.

Soon after, you decided to call your friends so they could see it for themselves.

As expected, Nemona was the first to arrive, psyched to see a Pokémon she's only heard about in books. 

She could immediately tell it was quite strong (despite it being cuddled up to you when she got there).

"..and you're gonna let me fight it one day, right?" She dares to ask, taken aback when Chien-Pao wakes up and looks at her in disdain.

You just laugh and shake your head, giving the Ruinous Pokémon chin scritches. "Unless you wanna be swept away by an avalanche..I don't think so. Besides, I think it's been through enough fights in its life."

Not long after her arrival, Penny and Arven show up, completely shook(tm) at the existence of this bizarre Pokémon.

Penny’s surprised it was just stuck in its own little cave all these years, while Arven’s curious about what the Pokedex says about it.

But when he finds out..well...to say he’s just “concerned” is a huge understatement.

He’s downright scared for you, having no clue how you tamed it and fearing the repercussions of freeing it.

“...[y/n], this thing is more than just a Pokémon..it’s...it’s got a bunch of souls in it--angry souls of people who hated that “king”. It also causes terrible avalanches and-”

“Oh give it a rest, Arven...does this look like the face of someone who’d cause terrible avalanches?” You pouted, holding either side of Chien-Pao’s face as you stared at him. “Do you see any hatred here? Because I don’t.”

When he has no answer, you resume patting its head, treating it like a big ol’ kitty that was simply misunderstood.

Even Penny becomes brave enough to pet its back, only to freeze when it sends an icy gaze at her. “Uh....sorry...?”

She thinks she did something wrong and is about to invoke the wrath of this ancient beast....

Until Chien-Pao purrs and nuzzles her cheek, invading her personal space just like Koraidon/Miraidon did all those times, causing you to chuckle and shake your head.

You could only hope to nurture the other three in the quartet into sweet and cuddly creatures like this one.

[sl-newsie]

Behind Masks (Dr. Jonathon Crane x OC) Ch. 1: Introductions

“You can’t keep me here! I demand a lawyer! I am an associate of the Hell’s Gate Psychiatric Institution and will not tolerate this denial of justice!”

The security guard bangs his baton against the bars again. “Quiet, Prentiss! You’re lucky you get your own cell. Or would you rather have to share?”

My gaze throws daggers. “I’ll have you know that I am perfectly sane and do not belong in this asylum. I will not cooperate until I speak to a lawyer.”

“That’s too bad,” the guard taunts. “‘Cause I got strict orders not to allow you any visitors.”

I gawk at his idiotic face. “On whose authority?”

“You’ll meet him once his current session is over,” he says as he walks down the hall away from my cell. "I think it’s with Croc if I’m not mistaken.”

Croc? As in Killer Croc? God, why didn’t I just play the game? Why did I have to go beyond my jurisdiction? I already knew Gotham was a rigged and twisted system the second I got here. I’ve gone from a respected psychiatrist to the very type of person I’m supposed to be above. Now all I have to my name is an orange jumpsuit, a pair of cheap sneakers, a toothbrush, and a small copy of the Bible. 

How long have I been waiting? There’s no clock, no windows. No clue to anything happening outside. All I see are beige hallways spanned into a webbed labyrinth that’s meant to keep patients from escaping. Keep me from escaping.

Thud-thud. Thud-thud.

Muffled footsteps echo down through the hall, potentially signaling my approaching contact. At first my heart soars at the hope of finally talking to someone in authority who can get me out; yet as the footsteps grow louder there’s something about them that sends a chill down my spine. It can’t be him. God, I hope it’s not him-

It’s him.

I’ve heard rumors of the dark secrets that go on at Arkham. Crackheads slicing open arteries, schizophrenics keeping doctors up for days on end. One that always highlights itself above the rest is the Scarecrow. And he just opened my cell door.

What I notice first is the eyes. Cold, icy-blue eyes so full of curiosity yet still impassive. Those cold and calculating eyes stare straight through and scan me. It’s a silent battle of how hard his stare can press until I break. I also see how he’s managed to keep his job. One might say he’s handsome but I know better. Just because you were a clean suit does not mean your soul is spotless. He may be able to charm his way into Arkham but I’ll never give in.

“Good afternoon, Ms…?”

The voice doesn’t help either. He does it well. Calm, soft, and smooth. Typical therapist nonsense I see in my line of work every day. Let’s see if I can win this game.

“You should have access to my file, sir. Introductions should not be necessary.”

The man’s eyebrows raise in response to my equally calm tone. Keep the voice calm, keep the eyes alert. I need to discreetly establish dominance in this conversation in order to gain leverage.

“I do have your file. But I prefer personal introductions with my patients.” The man sets a briefcase on the nearby table and takes a seat, then gestures for me to join him. “No need to hide. I’m here to help.”

Straight to the point I see. No use trying to beat around the bush. I step away from the corner I’m leaning against but refuse to sit down.

“There was a mistake.”

The man frowns and pulls out a pad to start taking notes. “What do you mean?”

He wants me to talk, so I will. “I mean I’m not supposed to be here. Someone paid off the judge to have me locked up, and the judge has had it out for me ever since I dug up his affair with the mayor’s wife.”

This intrigues the therapist as he jots down more notes, still looking up to keep his eyes piercing into me. “Are you a reporter?”

“Far from it. I am- was a psychiatrist in Metropolis. I was called to Gotham to help the mayor’s son. No one else was willing to work here.”

“And you are?” He asks with slight surprise though he tries to hide it.

“Metropolis can only take my curiosity so far,” I mutter. “Gotham is unique.”

More scribbling. I must say he’s much more organized than other professionals I’ve worked with. All the more reason to be concerned with the outcome of this conversation.

“I’m going to ask you some questions to start forming your profile.” Crane turns over an hourglass and clicks his pen open.

Basic protocol. There’s no way I’m giving him everything. Thankfully I’ve learned to avoid the telltale signs of lying.

“Full name?”

“Calico Marie Prentiss.”

“Pretty. Family name, I presume?”

Trying to soften me up and dig into my family history. “My father likes unique names, my mother prefers traditional ones. So they compromised.” Use present tense.

“How is your relationship with your family?” the man asks softly.

He has my family history. My job required me to keep an updated profile on personal matters to validate my own mental health. In other words just an excuse for the bored guys at the top to snoop.

“Currently undecided.” They’re dead. What else am I supposed to say?

“Ms. Prentiss, your parents-”

“With all due respect, sir, can we move things along and save that topic for later?” Just get to the part when I can get out of here!

My stern request doesn’t seem to faze the man. “Do you have supportive people in your life?”

Trying to bring me down by addressing empathy links. “People, no. I have other methods of support. And before you ask, I have never done drugs.”

He nods. “Current relationship status?”

This trips my mind a bit. Must be a new questionnaire protocol? 

“Single,” I enunciate in a cold voice.

“Interesting…” More scribbling. Jesus, is he writing a book about me? “Normally people like you are either engaged, married, or divorced. Very rarely do I see any single psychiatrists. Attractive, smart, rich. Very appealing characteristics for a relationship, don’t you think?”

Hm. He asked a question that isn’t based on my profile. Is this for genuine curiosity or a topic of interest for him? After a few seconds of silence go by he continues.

“Your toxicology screening came back clean, as you mentioned before. How many partners have you encountered?”

The question rings in my ear and for an instant my mask slips, but I’m quick to recover.

“None.”

Once again the therapist is surprised. “Catholic, are we?”

“I have my morals. I’m too busy to be worrying about sex, sir. My job comes first.”

More scribbling. God, how much longer?

“Are you having suicidal thoughts right now, or have you had suicidal thoughts within the past month?”

If this questioning goes any longer I may consider it.

“No.”

“Are you having homicidal thoughts, or have you had homicidal thoughts in the past month?”

“Never.”

“How do you cope with stress?”

“Exercise and hard rock. You should try it sometime.” I’m starting to lose my patience and I have to take a slow breath. This is just what he wants. Calm down.

The man hums. “What are some of your strengths?”

“I’m punctual and have a traditional mindset. This tends to drive away disagreeing parties, which is why I’m here.” I step closer and place my hands on the table to face him directly. “You are a head staff member here whether it’s morally correct or not. All I ask is to please allow me to speak to a lawyer, or at least a transfer to Gotham Penitentiary. I am not insane.”

“Morally correct…” he lingers on the thought and tilts his head. “Why would you say that, Ms. Prentiss?”

Just as I thought before, no use beating around the bush.

“I know who you are. Jonathan Crane, a former professor of psychology who’s obsessed with fear. Now you work here experimenting on patients behind the warden’s back.”

Crane’s eyes spark at the mention of fear. Must be a trigger word, perhaps for old memories. “Are you sure you’re not a reporter?” he asks, still in the same soft tone.

I shake my head. “Just a woman who’s not afraid to step on any toes.”

“Ah.” Crane stands up slowly and rummages through his briefcase. After tucking away his notes he looks up with a look that makes my blood run cold. 

“Would you like to see my mask?”

[houseofbrat]

But their bills are astronomical. Just the upkeeping on the house alone, housekeepers, nannies, gardeners, cooks, repairs is costing them a few hundred thousand a month. Then there's the mortgage which costs another few hundred thousand. She's spending millions on PR even after getting dropped for being $2million in debt to Sunshine Sachs. The awards she's bought haven't come cheap either. The Gracie award is picking up clout on podcast land. But she has no projects at play that are actually generating money. She may be scrambling around trying to make an Archetypes 2, but she's not gonna get enough big names to interview and her name on its own sends people running for the hills. Spotify has yet to pick up another season though she's buying those awards to pitch hard. She has no source of future income (other than child support) and she's hustling. This is to say nothing of her legal fees, her personal assistants, her publicists, her agents, and (underpaying) the assholes she's got mailing out Starbucks cards at Archewell. I'm sure Doria's services don't come cheap either.  I mean, a bunch of nothing isn't going to do itself. I personally think Doria blackmails her daughter by threatening to tell the truth about who she is and how she didn't grow up like a black girl from Compton, but instead had a more privileged upbring that 80% of US citizens, regardless of their color. Doria also probably knows Meghan's shadiest and most sordid maneuvers to get where she is.  Doria stays silent in the background, but she's got stories to tell. And one wrong move from Meg, and they WON'T be the stories singing Meg's praises.  That's my theory anyway.

I also believe that I was right in December when I said Netflix is done with Meghan. The last thing left on their roster is The Heart of Invictus set to come out this summer, but I've heard it's being edited to focus on the athletes and occasionally Harry.  I've even heard that they may trash a lot of last year's footage, wait until this year's Düsseldorf games, and film those, Harry's-Wife-Free.  NF was reportedly unhappy with how the games suddenly focused on the ILBW, how she commandeered things, taking attention from the athletes and Harry, who's cause this is.

Remember that ridiculous kiss between her and Not-the-Heiry, and all her prancing around in couture (which she supposedly at least tried to bill to them) instead of wearing the standard issue festive polo and khakis/jeans, Well Netflix supposedly does and they supposedly don't like it. I always think of her sashaying around in Valentino while everyone else wore the Invictus clothing. It's such a stark comparison to how the other Royals function.

One of my favorite pictures of Wills and Kate is at the London Olympics. They're both wearing the clothing made for Olympics viewers, and in a rare show of affection, they are grabbing each other and smiling from ear to ear while staring downfield  cheering Team Great Britain.  They aren't eye fucking the cameras. They aren't wearing rictus grins and inserting themselves into ceremonies and celebrations where they don't belong. They're embracing, but their focus isn't on trying to make everyone believe how in love they are; their focus is on the games even as they embrace each other! They're dressed in their team colors focusing on THEIR TEAM.  The result is one of the best pictures of them I've ever seen. The soon-to-be-ex Mrs.Mountbatten Windsor looks like a fool at everything she does because she refuses to accept it's not about her. She can scream at, abuse, and gaslight Harry all she wants to, blaming their status as the laughingstock of the world on him, but she's the one who looks ridiculous and unlike Harry, she's the one running around looking ridiculous wearing a million dollar wardrobe.  I wish she'd get a clue but she's a narcissist, and she never will.

[mrsnancywheeler]

Ok im so sorry for sending so many requests recently (same anon as the moon song for billy and muse and anything for finnick and sweet girl) BUT I was listening to Souvenir by Boygenius and my god it reminds me way too much of Finnick and Sweet girl.

Like with lyrics such as;

"See, I was in your dream last night. Always end up dying. You said, because of course I did." Which i personally interpret as being like the person whos being sung about has helped the narrator through difficult times. Like putting that into the terms of Finnick and Sweet girl just breaks me because my god it reminds me of like the codependency of those two that gets demonstrated in some cases and how they kind of helped each other through different circumstances.

"Always managed to move in. Right next to cemeteries. And never far from hospitals. I dont know what that tells you about me" is basically implying that the narrator focuses more on the morbid things which has been seen with Finnick and his sweet girl.

"When you cut a hole into my skull. Do you hate what you see? Like i do?" THIS oh my god this line just breaks me every time. But like it fully gives me the vibes of litterally either one of them not feeling as though they deserved to be with the other. And i have no clue if thag makes any form of sense but in my brain it fully does.

Anyways sorry if this litterally made 0 sense, i recently got accepted onto the next college course for my music and i had a few glasses of wine to celebrate and have been non stop listening to Boygenius. Hope your doing well!

you're all good pookie, asks in my ask box literally make me look my feet everytime, I love a song dissection, a thought, an idea, all of it, live for them 💋

it also reminds me of how like you're dreaming and then your worst fear happens which for them is the other person dying, the person they love. they can't have nice things.

the expectation of the worst, something terrible is bound to happen, illness, hurt, death, and so being by a hospital or a cemetery is the preparation for this.

sweet girl when she hates herself for what she did to conway, for leaving finnick in the arena, for being difficult, for causing more suffering, for feeling untrustworthy and if finnick can truly see her, he must see all that too and resent her for it. and finnick who feels like he's the cause of her every being in the games and hates that, hates that he ever broke her heart, put her in danger, hates that he feels dirty and that his ability to just be him has been stripped away, hates that he's vulnerable, hates that he ever thinks negatively of the people he cares about, hates that he can't do more and that sweet girl relies on someone like him so much when he hates himself.

i love my poor, precious little babies 😭

you're all good, babes. congratulations btw, so excited for you 💖💖💖 wine and boygenius is definitely the way to do it lmao ❤️

[the-fiction-witch]

I found out from the fic you posted that there’s an English remake of het huis anubis!? I had no idea that the Dutch show me and all the other kids in the Netherlands and Belgium watched was so successful that they made other versions of it in other countries

I looked up your version of the show and I saw you only got 191? The original Dutch version has 404 episodes and the spin-off series has another 173 episodes excluding crossovers

We also had 3 movies, 7 books, several music albums, a spin-off series, 3 or 4 theatre shows/musicals, several board games, a nintendo ds game and 1 amusement park ride in the Netherlands and Belgium, did they remake any of those into English too?

Could you please tell me where I can watch the English version? I’m really curious to see how it is compared to the original. I’m honestly really excited about this because the character in your fic Jerome reminds me so much of his Dutch counterpart Jeroen, who I had a massive crush on, so it’s really cool to be able to read a fic about him or a version of him

I think I have a link where you can watch the original show, the movies and the spin-off series for free with English subtitles, if you want to watch more of the show I can send it to you?

AHhhh! Hello! Yes Hi!

I got really excited when I saw this!

But yes house of Anubis is a remake of the Dutch show it was made by Nickelodeon in 2011, the show was... I wanna say medium popular in the UK I know it aired in the US as well but I can't speak for the US.

At least for me this show was a huge part of my childhood It came out in 2011 which fun fact I was 12 then and I was a NERD, for history especially I was a big history nerd and this is basically was tripped me into my second egyptology focus but yeah It came for me at kinda just the right time, in just the right way and I have fond memories of sitting down after school to watch this show.

It got I think 3 seasons and then a movie here, but we got nothing like the massive stuff you listed there we got nothing like that, we barely even got any merch or anything of it, I am very jealous.

The funny thing was I never had a thing for Jerome when I first watched it I remember kinda thinking he was a bit of a dick not revisiting it as an adult its like... bring me my cocky little fluffy chaos boy!

And I've been wanting to do more characters for a while now and I was already doing Lancel stuff lately cause I kinda just stumbled on the memory of him in my mind, and had like a heart attack when I learnt Lancel and Jerome are plaid by the same actor which sent me, of course, running to IMDB to see what else I can watch.

As for watching the English version, I said it is steaming on Paramount Plus, on YouTube Premium, Amazon Prime and Apple TV if that helps. I'm rewatching it with friends and we have the physical media so I'm not sure if there are any downloads or stuff online I'm sure there likely is if you go digging.

Ohh I'd love to see the original show and stuff thank you so much!

And thank you so much for talking with me about it! I was kinda worried no one would have a clue what this was.

[jerzwriter]

PSA...

I have struggled with if I should share this or not. I changed my mind many times over the past 16 hours, but it will likely eat at me if I don't... and I want to get out of this headspace. Then, I want to go back to doing what I came here for. Because right now, I'm so disgusted. I truly want no part of this shit ever again.

Like most of you, I am here for a love of a story and characters and because I found joy in reading/writing and sharing with you. As time went on, I stayed because of a community found. We have some of the loveliest, kindest souls in this fandom. I've always said 1% of the fandom caused 99% percent of the problems.

Consider these lessons learned. Mistakes made. Things I've witnessed. Things I've had done to me, and some that I've done. Ramblings... a wish list I never expect to be realized. I do think you can enjoy your time here; because 90% of the time, I do. But to do so, you have had to tune out the noise, check your ego, use mirrors, and focus on the few people that make your time here magical. People who remember why we came here to begin with. For those people, I'm so grateful. You're half the reason I'm still here.

Anon hate is best deleted.

I'm going to share an interesting link later; not shocking...but shocking. It's best deleted. It took me a long time to learn that, but that's what I do now. It's what I did last night. But I have to ask... does everyone who sends nasty, hateful shit anonymously end with, "And people wonder why the fandom is dying?" YEAH! Because of YOU! lol Self-awareness is a good thing. It boggles my mind how people do horrible things (and sending anon hate is always a horrible thing) and somehow feel they're righteous. Babes, if you think you were treated unjustly, speak with your full face and let your voice be heard. Sorry, anon hate is ALWAYS childish, pathetic, and wrong.

Fandom Divison.

I think it is SO FUCKED UP. And the fact that the majority of us are grown-ass adults makes it 10 times worse, but after nearly 2 years here, I can say it's new, and I don't see it changing. I used to want to help fix it, but I no longer think it's worth the effort, and trying can honestly even make things worse. Too many are in love with the chaos. Too many people hate too many others for the most ridiculous reasons, it's not going to stop.

I'm well aware when I start an event, a good number of people won't participate solely because it's me running it. Hell, many people here won't share their bestie's profile if they're highlighted on a side blog Kathy & I run because Kathy & I run it. That's not a poor me moment, not only because I don't care but because I know I'm not alone. As wrong as it is, everyone deals with it.

I want you to read this because it's important:

I do not know one person on this hellsite that has started a fandom event that has NOT gotten at least some hate for it.

Read that again, just for trying to do something nice. It takes a thick skin to "survive," it shouldn't be this way in a place we come to have fun, but sadly, it does.

Some advice:

Everyone - and I mean everyone - me included... we're not mindreaders. If you are, stop wasting your time here and go profit off that shit. That anon you got? You are SO SURE you know who it is? You don't. I mean, you might be right... but with the way people play games here? There is a good chance you don't. I've done this shit myself. When I'm wrong, I say it, and I learn from it. And this is a lesson learned. Unless you're tracking that IP, baby, you don't know. And if you do start tracking IPs, fasten up... you're going to be in for some shocks... and not the good kind.

STOP the hypocrisy. You don't get to have a minor meltdown and put someone on the do not engage/enemy for life list because their cousin in a fandom 3 times removed is using a FC that you used once in 2017... and their cousin has no clue... then a month later defend your BFF when they do the same thing. If you slam someone because their MC got a cat, because your MC got a cat first (and clearly, you're the ONLY one in the fandom whose MC can have a cat <- sarcasm) don't get pissed when someone thinks you had your MC get married at Christmas just because they did it first. Maybe, in addition to stopping the hypocrisy, we should start giving others the benefit of the doubt? If we expect it, then maybe we should give it, too. Again, this applies to all... even me... so stop playing the fandom's favorite game of "I know who she's talking about." Trust. You don't.

Stop worrying about other people's HCs. None of our characters are real, but the people behind them are. Don't like their ideas? You don't have to. The world doesn't exist to please any of us. Please learn what fandom is. We're here to make canon our own. Don't like it? Don't read it. Don't like someone? Don't interact with them. But don't send them hate. Don't tell others they can't befriend them. Just ... be an adult.

If you want to read someone, read them. Want to reblog? Do it. Afraid someone will be pissed about it? Fuck them, and you really may want to consider if you want them in your orbit if they are putting this pressure on you. For the record, I will never give a shit about who anyone reads or doesn't read... this wasn't a life lesson... this is one I've always known, and can't believe we're so petty about here.

Lose the goddamn victim complexes... and to those who are dealing with people with victim complexes... watch closely. That shit's not normal. And don't waste your precious time trying to convince people of who you are. Be genuine. Be direct (god, we need more of that here), and be yourself. Everyone won't like you, and that's ok because the ones who should be around you will.

I wrote this to get it off my chest. I'll probably delete it later. I don't want comments. I set it so it can't be reblogged. If people want to share it... TRUST this fandom knows how to screenshot VERY well. I'll make them work for it.

I'm just so sick and fucking tired of the nonsense here... aren't you?

[artzychic27]

Death Note AU

Nathaniel begins his mission to take down Reverser and sings "The Game Begins"

Leon: As for your notice in all of this, I can easily see through it. But what you are doing is evil. Be sure of this, I will send you to execution!

*Meanwhile, Marc is watching the life feed in his room with Juleka*

Marc: *Gripping his phone togther* I’m evil?! I’m Justice itself, you idiot! Those who stand in my way, including this guy, are evil!

Leon: All the world’s police forces are coming together for this investigation!

Marc: *Grabs the Death Note and begins writing ‘Leon N. Moreau’*

Juleka: Ain’t that something?

Marc: What an idiot. If he’d had just a little bit more of a brain, this could have been interesting.

Leon: The whole world is coming together, and we are certain to find you!

Marc: I’ll show what happens to those who go against Reverser to the whole world!

Juleka: Best counterattack ever!

Leon: We will see an end to your genocidal spree! We will restore society to… *He starts choking before eventually, he passes out right in the studio, dead*

Nadja: H-how?!

Audience Member 1: He was killed by Reverser!

Audience Member 2: How on earth?!

*Meanwhile in his room, Marc smirks as he continues to watch the live feed*

Marc: Now the world understands Reverser’s power, don’t they!

*Suddenlt, the screen behind Nadja comes to life with static before a cursive ‘N’ appears*

Voice: Splendid. Reverser. Without laying a hand on someone directly, you’re still able to kill them. But, the man you have just killed… Leon N. Moreau… Was in fact a criminal scheduled for execution. This man’s arrest and his verdict were withheld from the media. Even someone like Kira could not have known of him, in other words.

Juleka: Hey! He got you good, huh?

Voice: But… N does exist.

Marc: … N…

N: Now, show us. Try and kill me if you can… Why do you hesitate?

*The audience members try to dissuade N from taunting Reverser*

Audience Membere: Is he sane?!/Hes going the die!/What is he thinking?!

N: Come…. Don’t be shy. Kill me. I know you’re there. You can’t do it, can you? Reverser. In other words, there are those who Reverser cannot kill. This is quite the valuable clue.

Juleka: Yeah, it’s a valuable clue.

N: I’ll tell you this in thanks for the clue. This broadcast just now was said to be worldwide, but… Actually, it was only broadcast in our lovely city of Paris. At staggered times, I intended to air it in other areas, but… There’s no need for that now, is there? Reverser, you’re in Paris

Juleka: Got a hell of a head on his shoulders, this guy, huh?!

N: The day when I send you to your own execution… It might not be so far off.

Marc: … Sending me to my execution.

N: Let’s meet again. Reverser.

*The screen behind Nadja turns to black, and the live feed ends there. Marc lies back on his bed with a scoff*

Juleka: Well, someone sounds confident. You’re not even the least bit worried. Not even a little bit?

Marc: … No. Whoever this N guy is, by the time he finds me, hell will freeze over. He’s not going to stop me. Not him, not the police, and certainly not Ladybug and Chat Noir. *He scrolls through his photos until he comes across one of Nathaniel* Besides, everything I’m doing, I do it for him.

*Little did he know, Marc words were being mirrored just a few streets over in the bedroom of a certain redhead*

Nathaniel: *Looking at a photo of Marc on his phone* Everything I’m doing, I do it for him…

Empty your mind of any theories

'Til all the facts are in

Start at the end of all your queries

To learn where things begin

You analyze by working backwards

Effects reveal their cause

For even perfect crimes have perfect flaws

He sees himself as the solution

Just needs a face and name

Thinks he’s creating a revolution

I know to him, this is all a game

If he insists I’ll play along

Poke and prod until he breaks

And use the first of Reverser’s future mistakes

Let’s play a game, it’s your move

Send another to their demise

I’ll connect the dots and wonder

How you choose who lives and dies…

The game begins

You wave a flag of your ideals

A bold move, I dare to say

Yet, you hide when toying with lives (Ha!)

Can’t even show your face, but

Some little thing, some minor detail

Will draw you in, and then

Another one will draw you out again

Let’s play a game, it’s my move

I’ll find each mistake you’ve made

Will you panic and slip up?

Or resume so undismayed

The game begins the same way

The chase is on, the die is cast

We sift for each one’s weak points

Until the chase ends at last...

The game begins!…

*Nathaniel sits at his desk and pulls his hood up over his head*

Nathaniel: … A lycée student…

[anendoandfriendo]

11 and 18 for the ask game

Context.

11. What does switching feel like to you, if you switch at all?

Well, this one is way more perplexing than it used to be, because we used to just have one singular way we would switch, where everyone would have a slow kind of changing where we were one person, and the we were some other person in the next fuve minutes...or similar.

Now it seems to have variations within the polyplex, with the additional fun of it being completely random (seemingly) on who switches in what way.

They all take time, but we've had people that just push to front by giving us all headaches in the morning (unintentionally so). We have people who just slide in gently and pick another fronter up like a wet kitten before plopping them in the ground (Shado is...extremely guilty of this one when it comes to some folks, and it seems surprising until you realize it's not). Most of us still have this slow-changing minor paradigm shift. We have people who tag themselves out. We also have situations where people act as how most systems define "gatekeepers" to the front — but for us it seems this is more because if someone has asked to front, and can't make it before the previous fronter leaves, welp, someone needs to take the body for a bit, right?

It is rare but sometimes Diluc/Silva can take executive control of front in situations that require specific types of action and quick thinking. It seems that Raymond also does this or can do this, but I am not certain most of us have witness it (as compared to Silva/Diluc, who is well-known in the system for having protected us during our years at [REDACTED] awhile back). Raymond tends to be more in the category of an analytical thinker rather than someone who will just do things, so I am rather interested to see the situations that may have arisen for this to happen.

(Although I hope the day never comes either.)

18. Are there differences between systemmates surrounding sensory things? (For example, one person likes the taste of one food and another doesn’t.)

Oh yes, there are absolutely variations in this. This used to be how everyone discerned who was fronting, that was before it stopped working; there is a point in time where more context clues than simply sensory queues must be taken into account, no?

We even have differences down to the sensory toys we stim with during work shifts, if the call load permits it. Some of us like them closer to the computer and some of us prefer the pineapple over the, uh, bubble square (I do not have the word for it).

[A squishy pineapple with sunglasses sits on top of a tricolor silicon square. The square fake popping bubbles embedded in it that are meant to be pushed. Both of these sit on a worn, white "desk" that is more of a refurbished old dresser.]

We used to have this even squishier cake stress "ball" but we actually used it so much the item got halved into pieces. Over and over, until we just had to throw the whole thing away, bit by bit. If I ever fund out where it came from, I'm definitely getting another one.

We also have differences in taste (we mean this as literally as much as we do our taste in food), sight, and hearing (this one is...not as obvious? In general the body is sensitive to sounds that are not caused or controlled by us specifically). We just don't bother with those as much since changing those as often as we do fronters would mean nothing would get done (if we even survived long enough to initiate a task, in a neutral way. I'm speaking practically here).

I hope this is a detailed enough answer? This was enjoyable and I hope others send in asks.

- 👁

[aibhilin-atibeka]

So I got tagged TWICE somehow XD (jk, love y’all, big thanks to @that-cloud and @a-knight-owls-curse, I adore these tagging games!!!)

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPS.

So, yes, the ones I’m working on, eh? Ought to only be a handful...

...

10 minutes later, it’s decidedly NOT a handful. It’s more like five handfuls, y’all. when did I ever accumulate this many??? why did I decide to work on them simultaneously??????????? new rule: ones that I’ve touched in the past five days or so. also, apparently I don’t have only ONE wip folder, what do you take me for, a heathen? no, I’ve got to have three different ones, one of those an analogue one that I had to hunt for behind the newspaper stash on my desk.

Around 6 original short stories that a) don’t all have titles yet but are plotted and planned out to a T and will be written within the next few days, if not weeks.

Through Troubled Waters (yup, why start into an easy, nice, oneshot after a writer’s block when I can start with the frigging longest longfic I’ve ever longed to write for???) One Piece, Buggy the Clown time travels to his own past and eventually his mini!me and Shanks stumble upon him and don’t leave him alone (neither does he them tho, so it evens out). (mind the tags, please!)

Dead Man Walking (it counts if I edit stuff, right? ... yup, it means I touched it within the last five days or so.) One Piece, a dimension travel (or is it?) piece about Portgas D. Ace (and company). (please mind the tags on this one!)

The Second Part to This Series That Still Exists, Why, Yes, It Does. One Piece, a young Buggy meets Garp a year after his ex-captain’s execution and, well, baby!Portgas D. Ace, as it so happens. Buggy doesn’t trust Garp to treat babies right and gets himself force-adopted/kidnappedoes with him to wherever he’s going. Dadan, meet pirate apprentice!Buggy. Buggy, be flabbergasted at Garp’s choice in babysitter. Ace, be happy.

An unpublished Christmas fanfic, namely a Danny Phantom/DC Batfamily crossover fanfic that doesn’t frigging leave me alone until I finish it.

An as-of-yet unnamed alternative crossover fanfic about Danny Phantom and the Batfamily that insists it wants to be a longfic and whose dreams and aspirations I regularly have to dash to dust cause I do not want any more longfics on ao3 until I’ve finished at least ONE, darn it all.

at least three more oneshots in the One Piece fandom I’ve yet to finish/write more on so they can count as done/edit

So. I had writer’s block for a while there (helloooooo job search, I hate you so. much.) cause I had to write other genres of text a LOT lately and am as unhappy about it as to want to actually publish a freaking book sometime soon, just so I’ll have something else to write for.

as for the tags, I have no clue WHO to tag? Feel free to ignore them if you don't want to.

@gallus-rising and anybody else who’d like to? Feel free to jump in and let me know about your wips, folks! I love hearing about any you’d like to share!!! :D

[ducknotinarow]

SF Mikey - Have you ever ... questioned the readings yvonne gives you

| send my muse ‘have you evers’ and they have to answer truthfully!

Was Mikey maybe too invested in the so called idea of cards being able to to tell the future or whatever? Yeah maybe but it severed as a nice distraction and even a bit of a comfort as well. With everything going on? Sensei..Dad was gone. He was just here in the lair and suddenly he was sucked away like the dst bunnies under the couch. Not even a trace of Splinter was left behind taking his belongings with him. Seemed just t far fr this mystery spooky ghost guy and his stupid portals .

If they hadn’t taken his dad away Mikey might actually be enjoying how everything felt like his vide games he was often playing all night long. They could even get power ups? And if they were beat to hard they get yanked back to the lair like a game over nearly. It was like everything Mikey ever hoped real life to become like. Too bad his Dad was in danger. Splinter hadn’t even a clue where he was. That terrified Mikey to his core.

Sure he didn’t know a lot of things himself but that’s why he had his brothers and father for, so they could KNOW all those things in his place. Well not s much Raph he was more dense than a brick sometimes. But the rest f them? Yeah, he counted on them. And maybe it was naive of him but to him his Dad just had the answers to everything. Not in the way Don might but in his own wise old guy way. And without that? Mikey just felt so lost.

Ashe was mindlessly toggling the buttons of his controller, he sometimes like to mess with the mapping of his buttons for games he had played over and over again to points of knowing even inch of the levels. Added some difficulties for a sort of challenge. Well Von sat beside him shuffling her deck of magic cards. Mikey slightly listened to the sound of the card’s shifting around in their place. He had asked her before to do a reading about Splinter.

He kind of forgot most of what she said. Well more like the way she worded it all but that happened a lot when he spoke to Von. All Mikey wanted to know was was Splinter at least okay? Her cards said he was in the least okay he wasn’t being hurt. But that felt almost worse? Why was he being kept then? What were they using thier Dad like this? Splinter might be a mutation but he didn’t deserve to be treated like this!! Like some captive. Was that even right?

More like a prize? Yeah that seemed more fitting and the just rubbed Mikey the wrong way. Splinter was their last prize to earn. Mikey noticed Von was staring at him now as he smiled at her. “Sorry Vonnie I ain’t spill my beauty secrets” He joked which did earn him a smile from the butterfly mutant.

“What’s up Von born?” She mentioned if he was okay or in need of a card reading even. Mikey blinked though hard to tell with the whites of his eyes only visible right now. “Oh I was just spacing out sorry Von. Donnie says it takes more brain power for me to think so everything else shuts up ya know?” He answered with not fully joking but keeping the more funny humor in their conversation at the moment. “About your card reading and all just wondering if Dad is okay ya know?”

That might be a bit a surprise with how all in Mikey had gone in when it came to the readings a such. “But I mean ya been dead on with everything else. Like about what cereal I should have. You said if I ate cinnamon toast then we would be more fortune or something like that? And we got back Dad’s apron that same day.” The truth on some of his more insane reading requests were coming to light now. “I know Raph aint much for the cards and all but I dunno.”

Of course, poor Von was very much aware of how little Raphael care for the card reading stuff.

“If they can tell me the day will be great cause I ate the better cereal than I think it also means that Dad is okay…wherever he is that is of course.” Mikey says relief showing on his face. “I just kind of hate that they are using my Dad as like a game achievement. I’m glad he aint being hurt by why take him ya know?” Mikey continues to word out his thoughts to Von then he thinks more and set the controller down so he can properly give her his attention slightly rubbing at the back of his neck. “But uh sorry for how much I been bugging you with everything. I don’t mean to just ya know wanted to see how much I could trust what you told me I can lay off though I’m sure it’s getting annoying after all.” Mikey was good at doing that after all.

[gaybabything]

OOOOH Mouse trap was always SO fun- though I usually just watched the trap go off over and over again rather then playing the actual game XD

My favorite board game was probably Mancala or Clue since I played those with my cousin a lot. My favorite game now would probably be D&d. Favorite video game is and probably always will be Minecraft.

And yeah! I was in... four plays, I think? My first year of drama our class did The Wizard of Oz and I was the lion, then I had very minor roles in our next play "Superheros Off Work", then somehow I ended up as the lead character in both the Christmas play and the musical?! It was crazy! (I messed up the first line BOTH days of the big musical ;-;)

Alright, alright! Myyyyy questions:

How was your day? Hopefully good?

annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnddddddddddddd Any clues to who I may be before I reveal myself? I feel like I am a pretty random person you couldn't guess, but I have also have been told I am very bad at being sneaky, so who knows! (You liked some of my posts at some point and I was immediately like "OH NO I HAVE BEEN CAUGHT- HOW?!?" XD)

And lastly- how would you want me to send the drawings I made you (via me posting them and @ ing you or through another- non anonymous- ask?) :DDDD

-🌻

My day was good! I got fried chicken for dinner and some chocolate ice cream for dessert! Which makes today a good day!

You have not been caught yet! I might have a guess as to who you are. I thought for a minute that I knew but then the person I suspected made a post about having a bunch of siblings, so that one turned out wrong. I almost don't want to say who I suspect now incase I'm wrong again lol. But, does your username start with an A? Cause my top 2 suspects do! Or maybe an L? Cause that's the other one! I feel like a detective trying to figure this out >:)

Also, YOU ALREADY MADE ME DRAWINGS??? FOR REALSIES??? YOU'RE INCREDIBLE!!!

You can send em however way you want! I know Tumblr has a nasty habit of downgrading photos sent through asks tho, so it might be better if you made a post and tagged me! And no pressure to do it right away, if you don't want to come out of hiding yet :D

Now for my questions!

How was YOUR day?

And what's your favorite drink?