#here you go! sorry for the delay

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Kiss Kiss Fallen Tree!

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[olivewormz]

ELLO!!!! GUESS WHO REDID HIS METAL SLUG DESIGNS!!!! i guess you could call it that uuhm

but YEA!! i've been thinking a lot about metal slug lately and i just... couldnt resist redrawing my versions, hopefully i do more in the future for more characters n all, i really want to post more metal slug stuff, i love LOVE these silly guys

im not writing anything at the moment cause i really didnt change my headcanons and im kind of tired to write proper paragraphs (i should stop staying up until 3 am to finish drawings? maybe).

[surreal-duck]

between my laptop battery blowing up and probably being due for a new drawing tablet that isnt a nearly decade old model with nib replacements running out i fear i wont be able to doodle much for quite some time

will probably take out the old sketchbook at best and sudoku books at worst but even so. the agony has come to claim me once more

[sleepingdeath-light]

temperature play ; marvel women (18+)

kinktober day nineteen extra

pairings ; carol danvers x gender neutral!reader, hela odindöttir x gender neutral!reader jane foster x gender neutral!reader, gamora x gender neutral!reader, kate bishop x gender neutral!reader, mantis x gender neutral!reader, natasha romanov x gender neutral!reader, okoye x gender neutral!reader, valkryie x gender neutral!reader, wanda maximoff x gender neutral!reader, yelena belova x gender neutral!reader

note ; minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

carol danvers

when it comes to temperature play, carol tends to lean towards acts based around heat and heated objects - partly because of how accessible it is to her and because she enjoys leaving faint marks on your body

though she’s also the type to be extremely cautious and reluctant to start engaging in this type of play because she’s all too aware of the types of risks it can bring - though with some thorough convincing she’ll certainly give it a go

hela odindöttir

hela is much more open to all types of play from the get go and has plenty of experience with it from her time as the true heir of asgard - meaning that she’d likely be the one to introduce temperature play to the bedroom

she takes on a dominant role with this, as she does with most things, and tends to use both extreme heat and cold as a form of punishment or as an extension of pain play

jane foster

jane is the type to do extensive and thorough research into temperature play once you’ve brought up wanting to partake in it - what toys she should use, where she should touch you, how she can safely heat/freeze them, etc.

she primarily uses this as a way of teasing you with toys made specifically for this type of play - with two main examples being a reinforced glass dildo for cold play and metal toys for heat play

gamora

gamora isn’t the most familiar with the concept of temperature play, but after doing some research she finds herself being open to giving and receiving it (with a distinct preference for the cold side of things)

she’s very squirmy when receiving this treatment and, likewise, tends to be very messy when performing it on you - ending up being impacted herself whilst trying to maintain her usual domineering demeanour

kate bishop

kate tends to get rather skittish and flustered when it comes to introducing anything non-vanilla to your sex life, so this particular kink would have to be introduced in a very slow and mutual manner

that being said, she has no particular preference between heat and cold items during play — so long as there’s an open line of communication that allows her to bow out whenever

mantis

mantis is an assured novice when it comes to most sexual activities, so it’s safe to say that you’d need to be the one to bring it up

she’s also more submissive leaning and would prefer for you to make use of heat rather than cold (the latter being more uncomfortable and unpleasant than pleasurable for her)

natasha romanov

nat is open to the idea of temperature play so long as you’re on the receiving end - and, consequently, she’s happy to make use of whatever you suggest

that being said, she will tend to lean towards using the heat or cold to tease you during foreplay more than anything else (e.g. tracing ice around your nipples or near your sex)

okoye

okoye is incredibly calm and collected in most aspects of life and, thus, tends to be very confident and guiding in the bedroom — which extends to any experimentation you do

though she prefers cold play, she’s also comfortable with heat and will be very vocal with both; making sure there’s an open line of communication and you’re both comfortable and enjoying yourselves throughout

valkryie

valkryie takes a very casual and relaxed approach to most things in the bedroom; she’s had a long time to experiment and she’s confident enough to say she knows exactly what she’s doing

she’s happy to use whatever you propose but she’s more comfortable using these items on you than vice versa (e.g. heated/cooled items)

wanda maximoff

wanda is a veritable switch in the bedroom and is happy to do whatever you want at least once — though with this type of play she’d need a great deal of assurance and guidance so she doesn’t hurt you more than intended

when receiving she prefers heat (cold startles her more than anything), but when giving she prefers to use cooled items as, to her, there’s more leeway before you get hurt

yelena belova

yelena is very methodical and precise when it comes to anything that could cause either of you harm — both in and outside of the bedroom — and because of her history she’d much prefer to be the one exposing you to the play rather than receiving it

when she does use it, her preference lies entirely on what you ask for, and either way she’ll be very slow and observant, making sure that you’re comfortable and at ease throughout and taking care to watch for any signs of genuine distress or pain beyond your agreed upon limits

[dayssinceabrandcrossedmarkiplier]

100 days since a brand crossed Markiplier

29/8/23

(Be careful when reading the tags if you're sensitive to, albeit glancing, references to sexual assault/grooming)

[galaeus]

@mettleborn / closed starter for samuel!

She's had better times, that's for sure. Although the once brilliant blue is now a pale from the dirt and decay of the wasteland, Echo still sticks out like a sore thumb in the middle of an open-gated settlement. Hungry, exhausted, sore -- nothing compares to the frustration, however, from the sheer shut-out she's received from the locals. A simple hello gets shunned. A 'can you help me' is a cold shoulder.

Golden Rule, her butt.

Although he's the sixth person she's asked today, Echo refuses to give up. Won't, not when she knows crossing this wasteland by her lonesome spells a death sentence. Maybe she doesn't have many caps -- or any -- but she can figure it out. Make it up. She just needs someone to take a chance.

"Hey, mister?" Echo peeks into his peripheral, staring at the stranger with those blue doe eyes. They haven't worked yet, but darn if she won't try. "Hey -- sorry to bother you, but are you looking for work? Or... um, adventure, or something? Because I have a proposition. A business deal, actually -- for you!"

[dangans-ur-ronpas]

Chapter 17

continuation of byakuya's no good very bad worst shit ass day of his life (so far)(!!!)

SEE HERE FOR GENERAL WARNINGS AND FIC SUMMARY

Some pre-chapter notes:

this chapter went a little different from how i originally planned bc I was going to make byakuya much more stupid. but. he needs to fly off the handle several times later so. we can't let loose all at once

to be very fair to makoto he did not want to do that. and yet. here we are

the king of kings!! @digitaldollsworld

Content warning tags: ableist language from various characters, Byakuya's panic spiral, mild self-harm reference

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Time seems to grind to a halt. His breath is still caught in his throat, halfway through a relieved sigh as he had been waiting - expecting - for Makoto to help him. To pull up some vague, hidden piece of evidence to clear him of any suspicion, to cleverly point out some irrefutable proof that had previously lay unseen.

But instead - his heartbeats feel too heavy. His breathing feels too light, deprived of any real oxygen. His head pounds in the same way it did when he was struck earlier, with a dull, pulsing ring that washes out everything around him.

He prided himself, once, on being able to read a person’s intent. To judge just when and why they might choose to abandon him, to cross him, to try and use him for their own intents. For that reason, he supposes, is why this sickly, sticky feeling of dread is so new to him. He’s never known real betrayal before.

His eyes dart around the room, but the others don’t seem to believe Makoto just yet. Even Owada seems taken aback, stock still and quiet. Only Kirigiri seems unsurprised - or maybe, he was only imagining it, the tranquil quality of her silence. As if she were merely observing it all, far out of their reach.

“Seriously??” Syo’s voice is a grating jeer. “You’re telling me this whole time he had no idea what I looked like? No wonder he didn’t fall for me at first sight!”

“I…don’t think that’s the reason why,” Hagakure says, though he seems utterly bewildered. “But, that can’t be right, right? I’ve seen him reading loads of times. And he practically lives in the library, y’know?”

“Yeah, and he can do things just fine for himself.” Asahina says in agreement. “I mean, he does his own laundry and stuff, and he knows this place way better than me at least. I didn’t even know where the A/V room was during the first motive, I just sorta followed him.”

“Yes, this is sort of…” For the first time, Celeste sounds genuinely surprised, her usually unphased demeanor wavering, her accent slipping for a moment. “Ahem. While I did note that he sometimes seemed a bit…eccentric, so to speak, nothing of his actions suggested that he was impaired.”

Their skepticism is a small relief. He nods jerkily, unable to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth to verbalize his agreement. But it’s a small, pathetic movement that goes unnoticed, hardly amounting to anything in this large courtroom.

And their disbelief only goes so far. Ogami speaks up now, for the first time since the trial began, her low voice immediately silencing the whispers.

“I performed a concussion test on him earlier,” She says, gruffly. “As Kyoko had asked me to. He was lucid when answering my questions, and he didn’t seem to exhibit any symptoms that couldn’t be attributed to other reasons.” There’s a slight creak of wood, as she shifts her weight on the stand. “However, I did notice that his pupils were…strange.”

“My- what?” He sputters now, too suddenly, too loudly. He reaches up to touch slightly-trembling fingers to a closed eye, feeling the smooth bump of the cornea twitching beneath the thin skin of his eyelid as if he might be able to identify the damage that way. Why hadn’t she mentioned this earlier? Why bring it up now? “What do you mean, ‘strange’?!”

There’s a slight, panicked edge to his voice that he hopes no one catches, but this was the first time he heard that there could be physical evidence to his affliction. “It was a bit hard to test without the proper tools, but I noticed that they do not react much to changes in light.” Ogami explains. “The shape is also slightly…off. If I had to describe it, I would say that there is…a warping around the edges.”

“And you didn’t think to mention it?!”

“I assumed it was either due to the head injury, or, it was genetic.” There’s an apologetic note to her words. “Given your usual behavior, I…didn’t think it was important.”

Not important. As if she could know what was important here.

“I. Am not. Blind.” He snarls stiffly. “Obviously, I have never taken a close enough look at my own pupils to notice that deformation, but it has never affected my daily life. I am not disabled, nor have I ever been.”

“I find it hard to believe that you have never been aware of it.” Kyoko remarks, tone clipped. “I can’t imagine someone of your status being ignorant of anything concerning your physical health.”

“Then you can rest easy knowing that I am perfectly healthy.” He snaps back, venom flying off his words.

Distantly, he knows that he is digging a pit for himself. That admitting to this would help clear him of any suspicion at all. But he doesn’t care; he would rather die than suffer such indignity. That was what he’s always known, taught by his butler, and then reinforced by all his surroundings afterwards, his siblings, his father - better to perish and let your enemies cry with relief and count themselves lucky, than let them mock you as you dig your own grave.

“You should just admit it already. You are drawing this out to be unnecessarily long, or would you rather doom us all?”

“I don’t see why I should cooperate with someone who has been making mindless accusations at me all this while.”

There’s a tense, snappish tension between him and Kirigiri. A livewire current. A piece of elastic stretched taut. He glares, and to him, her blurred form looks like that of a reared snake.

“Um…” Asahina speaks up, her hand tentatively raised. “If Byakuya’s really blind, can’t we just test it?”

“Excuse me?”

“I-I mean! Not saying that you are blind, or anything,” She says this quickly, carefully, like soothing a spooked horse. “But, we’re not going to get anywhere if you two just keep arguing back and forth, and it’ll be really quick! Like, Sakura, can you hold up a few fingers?” She complies silently, one arm remaining crossed across her chest, the other raised to her side. “How many is she holding up?”

He tries not to squint, but he has no idea. Two? Three? It's nothing more that a blurred, brown shape. “You can’t be serious.” He almost laughs, but the sound he makes is derisive and bitter.

“Y-yes, this is-! Unfair!” Now it’s Yamada, speaking up again. “In case no one else has noticed, Mister Togami is lacking his spectacles! Asking such a thing of him…it’s akin to bullying!”

He’s oddly assertive about this, and Byakuya watches as he pushes his own glasses a little higher. For some reason, being considered something of an equal by Yamada irritates him further. “Shut up.” Who asked for his help.

“Yes, be still please,” Celeste sighs dismissively. “We are playing a game with our lives. This is hardly the time to be discussing moralistic issues.” There’s a slight metallic tap as she raps her silver finger guards against her rings. “But you do make a point. Byakuya does not have his glasses at the moment. It would be difficult to try and confirm anything without them.”

Thank goodness for those with common sense. He doesn’t look to his side, where she was standing, but he swears that he can see her eyes glancing at him, the unnatural red of her pupils bright on her pale face. “Yes,” he agrees, seizing upon it. “And they were broken earlier, thanks to Owada. Nearsightedness runs on my mother’s side, and the former Togami head was farsighted. I will admit that much, is that what you wanted? Kyoko?”

He’s rambling. He’s aware of it. But there are a few nods exchanged, and Asahina scratches at the back of her head awkwardly, as if embarrassed. Kirigiri, however, is still unmoved.

“No. When I say you are blind, I do not mean without your glasses. Or there wouldn’t have been a point in bringing it up in the first place.” Kirigiri shifts her weight slightly, the sway of her stance accompanied by the creak of wood. “Even without your glasses, you cannot do tasks such as reading. I imagine you’ve managed everything else by means of careful practice, but this is the one thing you can’t manage on your own.”

“Hey, Kyoko-” Makoto looks nervous, unsure whether to face him or her. “That-”

“And how do you plan to prove this?” Byakuya snarls. He feels a small flare of triumph, even despite everything, the looming threat of death. “As we found before, I don’t have my glasses. Did you happen to pick those up as well? Did you repair them for me while you were at it?”

Instead of offering a retort, or any sort of reply, she sighs. A soft, tired sound.

“Makoto.” She isn’t facing the other boy, but her tone is firm as she addresses him, and a little exasperated. She doesn’t say anything more, but Makoto seems to understand, and his hands drop to his sides.

“There is a way to prove it.” His voice is quiet. Quiet, and…sad, somehow. Defeated. “Byakuya…please show us your handbook.”

The realization sets in slowly. He’s already been betrayed by Makoto twice now, but still, he finds himself stunned, slack-jawed. This one was the worst by far - not only was he actively helping Kirigiri, he was betraying Chihiro as well, risking revealing everything to that accursed bear. And after all the lengths Byakuya had gone through to protect this secret.

“What are you saying,” He says, and his voice has a humiliating tremor that matches how his hands shake, clutching at the rail. Surely, he’s heard wrong. Surely, Makoto would correct himself, take it back-

“Your handbook. Chihiro, he…he put a program on it that lets you be able to do stuff like tell the time. It also reads stuff aloud. And he did it after the motives got revealed, that night when Celeste saw you guys leaving the bathhouse.” He sounds so somber, so sad and grieving. He won’t meet Byakuya’s eyes. “He did it in exchange for you teaching him how to be strong, and self-confident - which you did, by telling him to go around talking to everyone else today.”

Without really thinking about it, his hand goes to his inner jacket pocket, where his handbook sits. His fingers close around the little device, the hard edges of plastic and metal pressing into the creases of his palm. He feels a little like he’s been shot.

But he doesn’t bring it out. He glares instead, furiously, hatefully, at the boy standing just meters away. He - and Kirigiri too, most likely, Byakuya suspected that Makoto had already revealed everything that that woman - knew perfectly well the importance of Alter Ego, and why it could not, under any circumstances, be revealed. And they knew Byakuya was aware of this too, and they were holding this fact hostage, over his head.

(I could, some sore, beaten part of him thinks with poisonous intent, try and claim responsibility for Chihiro’s murder. I could say that they’re wrong. That I lured Chihiro to the bathhouse with the intent of making him less wary, easier to isolate. That he was so weak and trusting and stupid that killing him was a simple manner. That I mimicked Syo’s modus operandi to throw suspicion off of me.)

The mere thought was shameful, but it was his pride, wounded and bitter, that was seriously considering it, if only for some semblance of control. The barest reassurance that he had any real weight at all in this trial. And all he would need to do is open his mouth and say the words.

But instead, he bites down on his inner cheek, hard enough for blood to trickle out the corner of his mouth, hard enough for the pain to rival the buzzing in his temples. And tightens his grip momentarily, just enough to feel the faint, humming warmth of the handbook against his sweating palm, and exhales slowly.

“...Fine. Fine.” He spits, angry, defeated, exhausted. He’s sick of this. He just wants it to be over. “Yes. I’m blind. I have been so since we first woke up in this school. Are you happy now?”

Makoto looks down, his face shadowed by his hair. Kirigiri tilts her head slightly, a motion that’s not quite a nod but more of a bow.

“Wait, so then-” Asahina’s voice, confused and a little hesitant, pipes up. “If you’ve been…y’know, this whole time, but only after we got to this school…does that mean the Mastermind did this to you, somehow?”

“That’s what I would like to know, myself.” He turns to look at Monokuma, and finds the bear lounging across its throne, a bucket of popcorn resting precariously on the armrest. The repugnant toy giggles, and swings itself upright, spilling a handful of white puffs all over.

“Gosh, I wonder?” The thing taps at its chin, voice taking on a wondering tone. “Of course, I want this game to be fair and give you all a level playing field. I believe in equality after all! …Though this has made for so many entertaining developments, so…I figured I’d leave it as is. Besides, you’ve adapted quite well, haven’t you Mister Togami?” It cackles, paws clutching at its belly. “GIven how well you did hiding it from everyone, I think it’s fine if we leave it like this, don’t you think?”

He wants to cross the courtroom and throttle the stupid thing this instant. All he can do is glare murderously, lips twisted into a snarl.

There’s a sharp clap that has most people jumping. The source of the sound is Kirigiri, whose hands are raised, and pressed together. “Let’s move on.” Her voice is firm, with no room for arguing. “All we’ve done so far is clear one person’s innocence. We still need to identify the real killer.”

And that was it. The most disgusting moment of his life, over just like that, ended by her words. He knows that there’s bound to be some kind of punishment in store for those who interrupt trials, but he briefly wonders if he can get his hands around her neck before Monokuma can react.

Owada jerks at Kirigiri’s words, startled out of his own stunned silence. “W-wait,” He sounds panicked now, and of course he would be. His scapegoat is gone. “Then, if it’s not Byakuya, then who…?”

“Let’s consider what we know. Given how it’s not clear where the murder took place, it would have to be someone who had access to cleaning supplies or water, and has no alibi that can be verified when the murder occurred. For the most part, everyone here has an alibi that can be supported by at least one other person, but there are some that do not.” Kirigiri lists these calmly, and Byakuya imagines her cold gaze, flitting between each person in the room. “Mondo. Do you care to explain what you were doing prior to the body’s discovery?”

The effect is immediate. The other boy rears up, instantly furious. “The fuck are you trying to say? That I’m a murderer?!” He thunders. “Like I said earlier, I was taking care of my bro. You know that. Everyone knows that!”

“As you said earlier, Taka is currently compromised. He can’t give a testimony.” She shoots back without hesitation. “Your alibi is flawed.”

“Yeah? Well - well so’s yours!” He sputters. “Like- Syo might’ve been the one to find you in the bathroom, but that was just before Chihiro was found. Toko can’t say that you weren’t there the whole time, a-and even if you were, maybe the bathroom was where Chihiro died anyways!”

Owada may be stupid, but credit where credit was due, he was surprisingly quick to retort and pick at Kirigiri’s excuse. “I could not have cleaned up a murder scene in the bathroom so spotlessly in the time between Chihiro’s last sighting and the body discovery. As Makoto described earlier, the sinks of the bathroom were all dry-”

“There was that sheet, you could’ve used that before smashing Chihiro’s head over it. And there’s water in the toilets, right? And the girl’s bathroom was right next door!”

“...I’ll commend you for recognizing my perseverance. But I did not kill Chihiro.” She shakes her head. “If the only thing that will clear me is secondhand support to my alibi, then the only thing that needs to be done is to ask a witness. Toko?”

And she addresses Syo now, who just cocks her head for a moment, and shrugs. “I keep sayin’ to you guys, it’s lights out up there. There’s no telling when she’ll be back!”

Byakuya has had enough.

“Toko,” He says first, his voice low and hissing. Then, louder, building into a shout: “TOKO. Come out, NOW!”

“I don’t think it works like tha-” Syo’s words are cut off suddenly, and she collapses where she stands, like a puppet with her strings cut.

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[the-light-of-animation]

Well I was finally able to go see KFP4! But only the first 20 mins hahah. Had to leave cause the one other group of people in the theatre were constantly talking loudly. Gonna try to resist the urge to just download it to watch at home tonight, cause it would be great to see it on the big screen, but man I really do wanna watch the rest right now.

[freelouisankles]

[paralien]

The worst thing in the entire world isn't waiting for a planned Talk™; It's having waited for A Talk™ for days and then less than 24hrs before it, the person who planned it asks if you can do a rain check and take it another day

[hsmtmts-arrows]

in the time it took to re-stitch maddox's wound, somehow, lily had escaped from her bonds. maybe she had a knife hidden, maybe the ropes were too loose. either way, not many of them really care, at least not more than they cared about maddox surviving, and miss jenn and mazzara swore they'd take care of it with a fire in their eyes, and miss jenn had glanced at maddox's wound as she spoke.

EJ wanted to go with them, as did nini and jet and everybody else, but ashlyn unfortunately had to turn down their offers to accompany them; it'd be fastest if they had just one horse rather than have a whole herd with them. jet was the hardest to say no to, and he shouted at ashlyn, but maddox pulled him to the side, talked to him, and hugged him. neither of their eyes were dry after that, and he finally (begrudgingly) agreed to let her go.

they tried to put maddox in front on the saddle, but she couldn't not-slump over and nearly tip off the horse, so it was decided ashlyn would go in front with maddox leaning on ashlyn, and the rule was that maddox had to keep her hands tightly wound around ashlyn so she wouldn't fall off.

which ashlyn was happy with. more than happy with.

(as it turns out, as much as she likes holding the outlaw's waist, she likes being held too. she'll unpack why she's blushing so hard at travelling on horseback with her later.)

as they're travelling (quickly, but not too quickly), ashlyn speaks, making conversation which forces maddox to reply, so she focuses on that rather so she doesn't pass out.

as ashlyn is replying to a question from maddox about childhood stories, maddox interrupts her.

"hey, ash...?"

and oh. maddox saying that name, in that breathy voice—she'll unpack the warm feeling in her gut later on. really, she has too much to unpack later on. she should keep a larger mental suitcase for what to unpack.

"mhm?" she asks, and it's a high-pitched hum.

thankfully, maddox seems to take notice. "you're... you're good. kind." maddox remarks, and it takes all of ash's willpower not to beam at the compliment. "and i..."

there's an audible moment of hesitation. all sound seems to have stopped.

"if i don't make it—" she starts again, and ashlyn immediately has to protest.

"you will—"

"if i don't," maddox says, a little more forcefully. "if i... if i don't make it to this village or the next one, then... can you please look after jet? i—i just... i need to make sure that..." her voice breaks. "that he'll be alright without me."

(sorry if this isn't great, i'm not feeling my best lmao)

they get to the village. maddox has made ash promise things she never thought she would promise. she's told her jet's favorite foods and where the best place is to get them. ash remembers it all, even through all of the persistence that maddie will make it.

the village is back to how it usually was. people go about their day to day, with the saturday market in full-swing as maddie and ash made it in. some of the kids rushed over at the sight of ashlyn's return, cheering and calling her name proudly. she wants to say things and tell them about the adventure she's been on- but all that's running through her mind is maddox's name.

she takes the girl inside of the infirmary and finds the first doctor she can, telling her exactly what needed to be done. the doctor has a confused look painted over her face but begins to move them towards the one room they had free. as the doctor begins to do basic checks on maddox's wound, ash begins to finally relax.

"i told you it would be fine." ash tells her. sure, had she seen anyone else since getting there? no. but that didn't matter right now. nothing else mattered but right now.

maddox holds ash's hand and doesn't want to let it go. her grip isn't strong as it would've been days ago. its weaker. maddie is barely holding on anymore.

the doctor confirms she's about to start her work, and ashlyn doesn't dare stop her. the silence sits between all three in the room, and it seems they're all fine with it until the door opens- revealing cash caswell.

he holds a bright and welcoming smile for his niece with words spewing out about how much he missed her and how the town will never be the same without her. then he stops. he stares at maddox sat on the table, the wound, and then at ashlyn. "get her off the table. now."

the smile that was once on the mans face was gone. he was back to a look of business and determination. one that not many in the public saw. "she's injured. let her be-"

"now." he says it again, cutting ashlyn off from whatever she had to say in her defence. if ej was there, it would be a different scenario.

ashlyn lets go of maddox's hand and turns to fully face the man in front of her. maddie was getting this surgery. "cash. let her have the surgery. she could die-"

"someone like her doesn't deserve it." he spits back at her. it reminds ash of the conversation at the fire and again in the tent. oil and water. no. that's what cash thought. ash didn't need to think that.

"in that case, you can find yourself another sheriff." she says. maddox's ears perk up and she begins to slur something about ashlyn taking it back, but ash places her hand defensively over maddie's, which caused the girl to be too busy looking at it. what were those butterflies inside of her stomach? why was her cheeks feeling warm and going red all of a sudden?

"what?!" the man didn't know what he had expected, but it certainly wasn't this. what the fuck.

"i am not working for a mayor who cannot find the heart within him to respect those in need." she says, helping maddox off of the table slowly. "and that includes my uncle." ash says, glaring at cash.

[clementiens]

it took 3 months (should have taken like one) to get this thing bc insurance took Forever to approve it but

i was originally going to get a rigid hip brace until the orthotist suggested a DMO (dynamic movement orthosis) which is like a compression garment with tension panels that work kind of like KT tape, or like the body braid i've seen some people with EDS use, but measured to you and custom made. also you can pick out the colors so mine is green and light purple :)

and hoooolyyyy shit it's really really good. like immediately i was so much more comfortable and walking is so much easier and SITTING is so much easier. so much less strain on my back. i feel like i really didn't realize just how bad my hip is (both hips tbh but more so the right) until i got some relief for it and waiting this long fucking SUCKED, even before this 3 months i've been trying to get Something for my hip since like march. but it was worth the wait

i was also measured today for a shirt that will brace my shoulders, and usually it's a pullover but i asked about it and they're making mine with a zipper instead because sometimes my shoulder is hurting / subluxing enough that i can mostly / only wear button-up shirts. and it's also going to be green and light purple

[lured-into-wonderland]

“Thank you for your cooperation, Officer. Yes, of course I understand you’re after a criminal, but I have seen no-one here.” – he can hear the snippets of her conversation with the police officer – “I truly apologize but this house in a diplomatic premise and I am not authorized to let you enter.” – he cannot hear the officer; only Nunnally speaking – “Yes, indeed, I am planning to be here for some more time before the car comes to pick me up. I will happily let you in if I am provided the proof legal consent. I wish I could help more.”

Her voice is relatively confident, but it’s obvious, she is concerned. The situation lasts for a few more moments, but no more words can be heard until the young woman returns to the living room.

It’s obvious she’s scared, but is trying not to show it. 

“There… He’s gone. I’ve told you…I’ve told you they will not be able enter…they’ll probably be back though… It’ll take them some time to get the permission to enter…” – she breaths deeply – “You’re…you’re going to keep your promise, right? You’re not going to hurt me…”

“…I can still help you out of here…” – though she’s not sure if it’s working in her favour. Suddenly, she shivers. She’s pretty much defenseless. Though if he hurts (kills) her, he might have more problems than simply letting her live. 

plotted starter with @banditborn

[elwelle]

I decided to try and make some cover art for my Jane and the Dragon fic! Also chapter 5 is up now, link is below 😊

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[incorrect-composer-quotes]

If famous composers watched The Witcher

Tchaikovsky: Oh please, they are so gay for each other.

Chopin: If you say so.

Tchaikovsky: Excuse me, but lovely bottom?

Mozart: The question is not whether there is a heterosexual explanation for the lovely bottom, it's whether anyone would want a heterosexual explanation for the lovely bottom. Though the witch definitely has a lovelier bottom.

Tchaikovsky: Exactly. Anyway, I wouldn't mind being the one with the chamomile.

Ethel Smyth: Speak for yourself. I prefer the witch.

Chopin: I'm sure the actors would prefer to date people with one whole brain, not one shared brain cell. 

Liszt: Oh I like the witch. But if I had to pick one of the guys it would be the bard. He's kinda cute, especially when he's being all snarky. Though the witcher has his moments.

Tchaikovsky: That actually explains a lot.

Ethel Smyth: I hate to break it to you but that ship has sailed, wrecked and sunk to the bottom of the ocean.

Liszt: What.

Paganini: I like the bard, too. And the witcher. And the witch. And the other witch. Everyone is hot. Help.

[omarfor-orchestra]

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