#finally gets this starter out for you

[avginian]

NOW THIS WAS A DILEMMA, one he hadn't thought he might encounter in an every day life. before him was the path he was meant to take albeit with one, little problem: a woman blocking the way, looking up at what seems a feline letting out a few cautionary meows. ❝ Well isn't this a wonderful start... ❞ it was a mutter under his breath, more so aimed at himself, as he figures his help would be needed in order to get along to his destination.

so, he steps forward, allowing himself to stand side by side with her as purple eyes glance up in thought at the creature who seemed fairly pleased with itself.

❝ A cat stuck up high, is it. ❞ arms cross over his chest, glancing up at the cat who had, somehow, climbed a little too far up for its liking. ❝ Yours, I take it? ❞

@ofmartritz

[lunarharp]

shirahama-sensei reminded me she has a thing for the teacher from pokemon s/v so i randomly went off on an au where qifrey is the professor. etc

[sunless-not-sinless]

one thing i love about tumblr is the queue. i have it so five reblogs a day will go up cone rain or shine.

but the queue has a max size of 1_000, so that could mean 200 days between me seeing a post and reblogging it. 200 days. even at ~30 days ive forgotten most of the posts and theyre fresh to me when i see them on my dash.

200 days. thats a pretty long time.

posts ive made have been dead for months and then suddenly someones queue came around and theres a new spark

whenever i see current political posts i fast reblog and queue. sure pretty much no one sees my posts but i see them! i get to be reminded of important events the collective consciousness stops talking about them!

if im ever too ill for screens my blog remains the same.

its my memories that i chose to share with my future self. its something there even when im not. its a reminder its nothing its jokes its memes

yknow what? its comforting

[curiosityshop]

New muse page is up (sort of, I gave up a bit with the last four muses for now but they're canons and secondaries for the moment anyways) ; starter call?

[sonchiildren]

I finally have artwork for everyone's profiles TTwTT

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

btw after four years i finally finished all data from my iberian-inspired fakemon region. if you even care

[cttncndyhrt]

"What, you don't put on a cute little maid dress when you wanna get a lot of cleaning done? But it makes it so much easier!"

[soulscursed]

@howthesleeplesswander for Kazuma !

The first case that Kazuma Asogi had taken in London had been monumental. Not to mention far over his head — very much by design of the man who had appointed a fledging prosecutor whose interests lay so dangerously close to the Reaper trial. And there was no doubt that Asogi was suffering for it now.

Apprenticing under the former Reaper of the Bailey had its benefits, certainly. The courtroom was hardly ever dull, what with the dramatics that Barok employed to capture the attention of judges and difficult-to-sway jurors.

Drowning in legalese, however, required little imagination and provided even less entertainment. And yet it was a part of the prosecutor's profession as much as the time they spent in the Old Bailey, and thus Barok pushed it mercilessly as he did every aspect of their duties. To grow into the role of the prosecutor Asogi intended to be, there was hardly room to moan and to drag his feet. And he took it well for the most part, poring over the paperwork, writing and reading and reviewing case reports cover to cover, and filing every report demanded of him, no matter how trifling Barok's request.

Barok's commendations were few and far between. Not for lack of performance on Asogi's part; it was merely the manner in which Barok had been taught when he, too, had been young and training in this merciless occupation. But the meagre praises were more than he would have offered most, should they find themselves under his tutelage. ( There had been none, until Lord Stronghart had handed Barok's first and only disciple to him, leaving him little choice but to take a nameless man under his wing. ) But, still, in the heart of Asogi's apparent flawlessness lay the very evidence of his limitations.

❛ Asogi. ‎❜

Much like his father, Kazuma was a man of action... but this Asogi was younger, less practised in his work and much less measured in his emotion. As much as Kazuma was driven by his ambition, he proved at times helpless to its whims — unable to direct it, taken over by it.

( ... they were similar, in a great many ways. Stronghart had surely known when he'd called upon Barok and delivered Asogi's fate and future into the prosecutor's hands. From the outlook of the Reaper trial, he had been counting on it. Relying on another abandoned, angry heart to deliver an innocent man to his end. Just as Barok — for all his studiousness and all his then-perceived shrewdness that he thought had been impressed upon him by the blood, sweat and tears poured into this profession — had done. )

Barok felt wearier than ever as he watched Asogi toil away at the stack of papers on his desk. His own attention was fading fast, and his quill had slowed to a feeble scratch for over the better part of an hour. Asogi, meanwhile, had shown no signs of slowing. He was near machine-like in his determination.

Still too young, still too strong-headed, to recognise that his persistence and his perseverance could be his own failing.

❛ ... you've done more than your fair share of work. It would be best to retire for the evening. We will continue in the morning. ‎❜

One must know when to rest. Barok, too, had work to put into learning his limit. When he had worked alone, there had been less need for it; he alone suffered the consequences of his at-times unreasonable doggedness.

Now, he was not alone. As much as he and Asogi struggled verbally to come to terms with it, they had to consider one another — to do more than than simply coexist. To work with one another.

Perhaps it was guilt of years past, too, that indebted Barok to the task of keeping after Asogi's health. ( Guilt that held him to the oath Genshin could not himself keep, when Barok had sent him to the gallows: to look after his beloved son. ) Nonetheless, this was his apprentice; the man was under Barok's care, whether or not he liked it.

[maxhqs]

open to: all (@chqstarter) || location: outside of city hall || timeframe: mid-late afternoon

it was a bad habit and he knew it, but as he hurriedly made his way down the hall, a lunch box toted in one hand, the other was the culprit that patting his pants pocket for reassurance that his pack of cigarettes were where they should be. this week had been particularly intense; full of back-to-back meetings with this break away for lunch being the first time he was free all week long. he would be damned if that didn't mean walking to sit on a public bench and have a quick smoke break before eating. typically he wouldn't bother with bringing the little vice to work with him, but he had been on edge this week. too many administrative mishaps occurring the last few weeks, causing back-up and high stress in his office. spacing himself away from the city hall building reasonably well, making sure he was out of distance from their tobacco-free policy, he made a grab for the soft box in his pocket.

taking no time before one was in his mouth and lit, he gave a long drag. sighing almost happily as he exhaled for what felt to be the first time in days. "man, I really gotta give this up," he complained to himself, knowing full and well how bad it was for his health. not caring enough to make him put it out just yet, he paced the area of the bench for what he thought was just a few moments, getting in a few extra steps while burning off some lingering pressure from work. eventually, when he was flicking out the last of the cigarette, he glanced to the bench, almost jumping as he noticed it was occupied now. how long had he been checked out for? how long had they been sitting there? "i'm sorry, how rude of me, i didn't actually realize anyone else was over here." with a small breath he moved to sit on the opposite side of the bench, not thinking anything of it as he dug into his lunch box. "what brings you downtown today?" he questioned, giving a side-glace to his company.

[skyburger]

WHAT THE HELL NOBODY EVER TOLD ME TWO OF MY FAVE VILLAGERS GOT A LINE STICKER TOGETHER. ive loved tabby for YEARS like since 2019 at LEAST. and these stickers are from 2018 how did i not know !!! i love tabby and boots so much 😭😭😭 TABBY AND BOOTS ANIMAL CROSSING I LOVE YOU SO MUCHHHHH OOMFS FOREVER AND EVER

[halfxspider]

"WOAHWOAHWOA-"

He fell from the sky with uncharacteristically little grace, failing around before nearly landing on his face, barely managing to land into a roll to mitigate the impact.

"Phew... that... sucked."

He had no idea where he was. One minute he was fighting a bunch of thugs trying to rob a ShidoCorp truck, and then the next everything went all... screwy.

Did they break something that did this to him? Or was he brought here by something else?

Eh, he supposed it didn't matter.

"Where the shock are we..?"

He took in his surroundings. He was on a rooftop in some sort of city. Neon lights lit up the night sky, both from the taillights of cars zooming through the air in front of him, and massive holographic advertisements taking up large chunks of sky scrapers.

Was this-?

"AM I IN THE FUTURE!?!?"

Ohhhhh, he was geeking out BIG TIME right now.

[As a quick aside, everything he said just there was in Japanese, so it's up to you how you want him to react to that]

"Miguel..."

"I know Lyla... The watch is also telling me, thank you." He muttered rolling his eyes under his mask. His home world had also seen a bunch of anomalies appear but it was quite rare for one to be a Spider. Usually, it was just the villains that got displaced and they came to them but this time it was the other way around.

Still, the sensors they had in place picked up this kids appearance almost immediately and, seeing as this was his turf, Miguel was handling this one himself. He didn't need backup, as much as Lyla said he would, these were his streets.

"Hey, kid, you're a long way from home don't you think?" He asked as he pulled himself up and over the roof landing just behind the other but not too close.

He'd heard what sounded like Japanese on his way up so he had Lyla quickly add a translation routine to his masks systems so he's able to understand the kid... he just hoped he understood English. / @webbedphantom

[mutsukiss]

Idk if you guys realize how mentally unwell you look when you unironiclaly upload to the internet a post where you spit a pre-chewed opinion criticizing group A for saying "Group B must die violently because they deserve it" and then end up with a "and that's why Group A must die violently because they deserve it"

[anonprotagging]

so those dreams where I play SV and it's incredible have been totally replaced by nightmares now where I play it and it's literally so bad that I wake up from getting mad about it and like... can I just be normal about this one thing 🫥

[2facehusband]

oh, look, you're finally awake. i was wondering how long you'd be out, 'cause i can't say i measured the dosage real exactly. sorry about that.

hey, do you know where we are? c'mon, open those pretty eyes of yours and look. uh-huh, exactly. we're just at the edge of this very pretty forest, and it looks a little dark in there, doesn't it? there's probably bears in it.

no no no, hey, don't cry yet. i haven't even told you what we're doing here. see, i wanna play a game, alright? it's like hide and seek. i'm gonna untie you in just a second and let you go in there, and then i'll come looking for you! doesn't that sound fun? and because i'm feeling nice, i'll even give you a five minute head start.

(ah ah- don't be rude. what do you say when someone does something nice for you? there we go, that's a good little lamb.)

now, in the interest of being open and truthful with each other: i'm going to find you. i mean, honey, you don't even know where we are. i've been in and out of this forest my whole life. it's really a non-starter. so when i find you, i'm going to spread those pretty legs open and fuck your tight little hole until you're just screaming and crying and god, it's going to feel good. for me, mostly. but who knows? maybe you're a little more sick in the head than i thought you were. wouldn't that be interesting?

let's get you out of this rope now, hm? ready? alright, poppet. run.

[piknim]

I usually only let him have small bites of this hay cone at a time but i gave him free access for a bit to try and make wheel cleaning positive and not scary

[gaydryad]

oh also why are there So Many trade evolutions