#hope this is okay babe!!

[theodoranowak]

x. status -> closed for @fromharbor (jasper) x. location -> blue harbor public library

Theodora adores libraries. She’s built a personal one in her home — but nothing compares, she thinks, to the uniqueness and sense of community of a public library. They’re her favorite ventures to donate to, has always felt it important to keep their doors open and free, is looking forward to her first donation to Blue Harbor’s own. The ambiance of the place is wonderful — clearly, the people who work here have a true love of literature, as she’s immediately greeted by librarian recommendations and a blown-up list of statistics, such as most checked-out, checked-out the longest, most popular new arrivals, and more.

Though she loves to browse most of the time, she’s come on a mission her first time around. Oftentimes, she finds librarians give much better recommendations than Google does when she’s craving a specific new read, a resource that is criminally underused by many communities. Theo would know — she’s never met a librarian who wasn’t oddly flattered by her request for recommendations, no matter where in the world she was.

She makes her way to the front desk, where a young librarian — they can’t be more than twenty-one, can they? He looks especially young, but she knows appearances can be deceiving — sits in wait, looking down at something Theodora cannot make out from where she stands across the way. She grasps the counter with both of her hands and leans in a little, in an attempt to not have to raise her voice to grab the young librarian’s attention. “Hi,” she greets politely. “Are you very busy?”

[laylakeating]

ELSBETH'S 2K CELEBRATION ↳ 🩶 for @tabithatate

[colourstreakgryffin]

Discord × Alastor pleeeeeeease😗😗😗😗😗😗

To be honest. Discord and Bill Cipher, those two would do the best with Alastor… I know you technically meant just Discord and not us as Discord but plz do me a favour and think of us as Discord! It’s easier for me— but anyway! Have a good day and hope you enjoy

Alastor- Element of Disharmony

“Alastor! I know you have her! Give her up already!” Vaggie yelled out sharply and heartfully at the Radio Demon, whose current stationed in the corner stood upright with a much more forced smile than his usual snarky cheeky grin. Yet, his expression simply screamed he was offended and outraged any ex-exterminator would dare assume he’d do something he truly didn’t do, so he had forced himself to maintain his composure under irritating pressure and respond with a calm yet sharp

“Darling… I did not take your little pet. She may have escaped”

The Hotel’s Key or more affectionately known as ‘KeeKee’ had gone missing overnight and since Alastor truly was the only person in this Hotel with the power and drive to mess with the Hotel to see it’s inevitable downfall, Vaggie jumped immediately to semi-blindly accusing him whilst her girlfriend, Charlie, tried desperately to reason with her and stop blaming Alastor

This meaningless headache called an argument did last for a little longer until Vaggie practically chased Alastor out of the Hotel lobby. Finally managing to calm down with her beloved lover’s help whilst the outraged yet still dapper Overlord had been left to wonder the hallways of the mighty multi-floored Hotel he resides in as an investor. His radio staff cane clicking on the floor slightly each time he let it slightly drag on the floor

Having a continuous cocky flaring strut, Alastor’s blood red eyes wonder about the almost neverending Hotel Room-caked floors like he’s the one who ruled this building and to him, he absolutely did. Smiling much more pleased now and his tension loosened like a tightened up coil being undone after hours

He feels relieved not having to deal with that spear-happy woman Charlie holds so dearly to herself and he only deals with her as well as everybody in this Hotel because it’s so amusing to see them struggle and writhe like pathetic little maggots being burnt to dust. He does wish he could do such a thing to them, as all of them. Including his own workers, trigger him

Nothing is as entertaining and fascinating as it use to be and he does semi-consider leaving the Hotel to find a new object of inspiration until he ended up tracking out a rather malicious insane laugh, his thick tall deer ears flicking as he already stopped in place to further examine and find his new target

Silence. Bland painted walls. Nothing, which has his disappointment rising like a bubbling boiling water pot. He continues to step a bit more hastily and cautiously forward to focus on clearing out his mind from all the accusations from the Hotel manager and it works well

Since now. He is thinking about what that laugh belongs to and where that laugh came from…

“Alastor. The Radio Demon”

Okay. That isn’t even funny, nobody goes around saying phrases like that but him, somebody knows too much and it makes his grin drop for a split-second at most, rushingly pulling himself together and stopping with a firm stomp as to wave out his authority and power through the halls, in attempts to let whoever this voice belongs to know they are messing with

The wrong man

“What’s funny?”

Alastor snaps out with his radio voice effect almost dropping as fast as his composure has. He is not in a good mood and entertain anybody messing with him, he wants answers now and he doesn’t take anybody making a fool out of him kindly. This person is making a fool out of him for refusing to speak up to him

Coward

“Awww~ why are you so pissy, Sir? Did you miss me~?”

In a single pretty cloudy puff… you. A powerful Overlord that purely exists to stir chaos and discord and disharmony within Hell, manifests before Alastor with your malicious fang-bared smirk, pleased yourself at making Alastor so irritable when you’ve never seen him this way… ever

Of course. You took KeeKee by force within the cover of night and you’re doing this solely for laughs and to stir as much mischief and disorder as possible within the Hotel staff as it’s very fun and entertaining to see people a mess. Like Alastor, you’re not here for anything or anybody but for yourself

“I missed you~”

You cooed out, your multitude amalgamation of a form consisting of all kinds of seperate animalistic limbs; eagle, lion, reptile, horse, yet also a bird wing and a bat wing. You’re a beautiful mismatched disorientating mess of a Sinner but it fits your purpose and personality so well as you float before the firm yet still smiling scowling Alastor to wait for his respond a bit impatiently yet quietly

“Good afternoon, my dear…”

Alastor manages to answer whilst gripping his radio cane firmly, enough that the base may as well snap in half. You’re a bigger headache than Vox is… always destroying and hiding away his belongings, messing with his radio shows to get a reaction. He is a gentleman, he doesn’t let his temper peak through but he can’t stand you… he lets his utter hateful scorn out around you as to try put you in your place

Alastor’s internally furious because you’re the reason Vaggie was pestering him about KeeKee for almost a whole half a hour. You’re responsible for his radio staff being faulty, you’re responsible for Angel’s pig being set free… and everything was pinned on him. Your actions are always blamed on him

And he hates it. His eyes expressed every negative feeling he had for you. How, your own intense power had attacked at his high ego

“What’s that face for? C’mon~ don’t lie! You missed me~”

You coo out happily but so slick with manipulative tendencies as to get more reactions from your beloved deer, legs kicking smoothly and gorgeous mismatched wings flapping, despite the fact you don’t need it. It’s just to make people more confused since you live to confuse sinners. Punish them and get fun out of causing issues with no real shame for it

You like picking on Alastor, he’s your favourite! He gives the best reactions since he is always trying to control his temper and remain graceful and charming but it’s clear to you, he wants to rip you to shreds

But he can’t~

“I have a special project, Leitore. I can’t be playing with you anymore. Give back KeeKee and leave”

Alastor orders out with his fangs almost grinding out through the wide smile, with the itch to strike building up in his throat, knowing you won’t budge that easily since you’re the embodiment of true chaos and immaturity. The Hell within Hell and he’ll need to push you. He’s looking forward to finally making you behave and regret messing with him

“I’ll play~ let’s play, little Allie~”

You smoothly purr out with your dual goat and deer horns seeming to twitch a bit, sitting upright from being semi-bent down during your effortless hover a few inches above Alastor to be summoning forth KeeKee, stuck in an invisible yet breathable little bubble that mutes her noises as she is meowing out in horror. A threat, showing that he and his little Hotel will need to fight for what they want

Alastor didn’t flinch at the sight of KeeKee’s distress. He doesn’t care about the Morningstar’s cat nor truly does he care about the Hotel. He cares about the threat you have over him and his inflated ego. He refuses to let anybody else be able to one-up him. Nobody will be better than him on his watch

So, all he says as he puts down his radio cane sharply with a soft ‘thwonk’ of the bottom of the thin base, red eyes already ticking with the black pair of hands and red sclera fading to a pitch black. His own following threat that he is ready to throw you around like a ragdoll and have you begging for mercy under him

He is done being lenient, trying to ignore you, waiting for you to get off his case. You’re getting off his case now

“You’re welcome, darling but I warn you now. You’ll regret it”

[cementcornfield]

How do you say Merry Christmas in Spanish?

[cocoathekoala]

Okay guys. When is submissive and breedable David coming out cause when he’s comes on screen so will I.

[kerryweaverlesbian]

They really fumbled the season 14 emotional core specifically by not having Mary be present and recognisably Mary for MOST of the season. It feels like we see more of her after her death than before it, and when we do see her before it she's a completely different character who's their uncomplicatedly loving mom.

Take season 10 Charlie, who was present and dynamic and alive and forming new relationships with other major characters and was generally a big part of the plot for season 10. Take season 12 Mary even! So cool they fridged her thrice. The high level of emotion from Dean and Sam after her (apparent) s12 finale death was meaningful to the audience because Mary IS season 12. Take season 7 Bobby! He is active and present and having an emotional arc and has been consistently a part of the fabric of the show.

And compare these to season 14 where she is living in a cabin with an unimportant side character, she's being sweet and motherly full stop, she's in The Pearl where her husband comes back from the dead and she has NO complicated scenes or emotions to process with Dean or Sam and gets maybe 3 lines in the whole 'pisode. The show doesn't give a fuck about her. And this is after season 13 where she's mostly in another world doing fuck all.

For a death to have weight in fiction you need to remind the audience consistently that THIS CHARACTER IS IMPORTANT by having them form new relationships, do things for the plot and generally be present onscreen. As it stands, even though intellectually I know that if MY mom got killed and her murderer came to see me going 🥺 it was her fault really 🥺 will you comfort me 🥺 and I knew they were going to kill more people, I would probably be easily persuaded to put them in eternal prison or shoot them in the head - the emotional truth of it on the show just doesn't carry through.

It feels like an overreaction for Dean to be so angry about this for so long because the show didn't care about Mary enough to have her around. What is he losing by not having her around? In season 14, they don't show us. They did in s12 - the potential to be seen, and the complex joy of getting to know his actual mother rather than the idea of her. And by not showing us, it makes it not exist, because its a tv show and anything that isn't being depicted implicitly isn't important to the story. If you removed all of Mary's scenes from s14 before her death, what would change? Pretty much nothing.

Now to be clear, I don't think they should have fridged Mary at all. But they could have at least done it properly. The sexism that made the writers less bothered about characterising Mary thoughtfully in s14 is a blight on the show.

[yashley]

ashley in c3e25

[titaniumions]

cherishing our shared time

[gentlebeard]

BABE!!!!!?!

BABE!!!!!! ed will always look at stede like this whenever stede uses that word, if you even care

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Hello hello! May I request a Floyd drabble taking inspiration place in the original disney's classic (where honest John and Gideon are based of) version of playful land "pleasure island" (except they don't turn into donkeys there, maybe just wood puppets).

But basically on what he would do there ^^

I'll wait til next time requests are open to ask for jade too since there is a character limit, also so you don't overwork yourself!

Thanks!

Nothing More Fun than Friends

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader

Word Count; 550+

Author's Note; I haven't watched any translations, so this is just my own guess at what's in the park (I did look into the wiki for Pleasure Island, which is ... interesting).

Do not put my work into AI, I can and will turn you into a puppet   Link to Masterlist

Bright lights, flashing, blinking, spinning. These lights reminded Floyd of fireworks, just with the loud bang of gunpowder replaced with cheery and fast-paced music.

There were games all around, and countless fast rides that were bound to get his blood racing. 

And there were no rules.

No adults are here to enforce them. 

There was no Azul to remind him how to act, and Jade was elsewhere amusing himself.

So Floyd was alone, alone with all of the fun choices he could pick from. Yet, none were all that enticing.

Yes, they would be fun in the moment, but he knew that after the second or third time, he would grow bored of it, moving to the next thing. Plus, he was getting a vibe from that Honest guy; he knew a schemer when he saw one. He knew to not trust him, so his guard was up, and his mood dour.

“Like a reef,” he grumbled, looking up at the bright lights. 

His analogy wasn’t far off; although it may be bright and full of life, a reef is home to many dangers, it just looks more safe from the abundance of it. And much like many reef fish, those two (Fellow and Gidel) were most likely hiding something up their sleeve.

Game knew game, and he knew they were fishing for something.

He slowly walked up to one of the many games, eyeing the prizes. None of them really screamed to him, but he just wanted something to do.

But there was no one manning the game. Floyd could just steal one of the prizes, but that was no fun and too easy.

Eh, wonder where Shrimpy is? They could make this place more fun.

Floyd’s eyes lit up; yes, even in a place called Playful Land there was no one more amusing than pestering you.

“Shrimpyyyyy~,” he called out and ran up to you once he found you, wearing a wide smile. “Heyya!”

You jerked in surprise, but sighed once your brain registered that hey, it’s just Floyd. “Heyya yourself,” you chuckled. “Did you find anything fun?”

Floyd’s smile briefly flattered, “No. This place is a dump.”

A dump? I thought he would be all over this place? Huh, guess I was wrong then. Weird. 

“Nothing?”

Floyd shrugged, looking around at everything with boredom. “Nah. Plus none of this is any fun without someone tagging along.”

So he was lonely? “Well, wanna join me on this ride?” You asked him, nodding your head towards an empty line for the drop tower.

Floyd looked towards the ride, and back towards you, his face lighting up. He grabbed your hand and marched over to the ride. “Okay, Shrimpy!”

The buckles magically did themselves up, and slowly, the two of you made the slow trip upwards. Everything started shrinking, getting smaller and smaller until it stopped at the top.

Floyd was laughing loudly, but he was holding onto his supports for dear life, knuckles turning white. “Isn’t this great?!”

“Dropping in three–”

You gulped, looking down briefly. 

“Two—”

You closed your eyes.

“One!”

And you and Floyd screamed at the top of your lungs as you both raced towards the bottom.

“AGAIN!” Floyd said in between his laughter, out of breath.

This was the first time he was truly having fun here, and he was intent on riding this high for as long as he could.

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[menlove]

KNEW IT apparently this one girl at work that's left now hated me so much she would complain about me every single shift. that's so fucking funny

[eritvita]

continued from x ;

@straycatherine

The sugared drinks of mixed rum burns pleasantly within Roland's blood, and his blush is vibrant, peaking, riddled up onto his ears, and his beam is wide and bashful, happy to be seen.

"Hello, Catherine," purrs he, hugged her lithe form by the waist. "How goes by thee?"

[moonchild-in-blue]

I haven't really done much art for tumblr (at all) lately, cus life, but! Here's a lil something I've been working on (it's a Xmas gift) 💙

(also peep that lil January calendar painting 👀 i did mini squares for each month for myself, because I need to have a physical one always, and they each have their own colour 🥺)

[tionpeake]

closed starter for @cfthornsandroses location: a highgarden feast

the hall was alive with chatter and music, the feast in full swing. the smell of spiced meat and sweet wine hung in the air, and tion nursed his own cup. his mind was never still, not in a setting such as this. a few years ago, he would have sat upon the outskirts of it, had he been invited at all. all knew of the peake's empty coffers, then. now, they knew that tion was the one who had seen them filled, a first step on his path to restoring glory to his last name.

he was dressed every inch the part, his clothing fine, gold rings on his fingers and chains around his neck. there could be no room for doubt, his position too new and too fragile to allow any sign of weakness. but it would take more than appearances to secure his place here, more even than skill. no, to succeed, tion would need allies, a well-placed friend worth more than gold. his gaze settled a few tables away, where the lady matilda was seated, and therein was the opportunity.

he was not an unscrupulous man, but a strategic one. when tion made an ally, he had ever intention of repaying them in kind for every favour granted, to give with one hand as he took with the other with mutual benefit. he did not yet know what he could offer the lady tyrell, she who stood so close to the royal line, but she was too well-placed to let opportunity pass by. when the balance of power shifted, when cracks appeared, that was where the tyrell rose bloomed. he did not think matilda would be an exception to that, and his rise, in the wake of his predecessor's fall, had provided ample room for that. and so, straightening his shoulders, tion made his way through the crowd, navigating nobles losing themselves in their cups, until he finally stood before her.

there was a measured confidence in the way he stood, an easy sort of grace. he offered her a small bow, lowering his gaze as a sign of respect, before rising once more. "lady tyrell," he began, his voice steady with his trademark calm. "it is a pleasure to see you this evening." and here was the part where he pushed his luck. "though i think the dancefloor is poorer for your absence. may i have the honour?"

[venomousray]

babe almost fall offa chair

Correct, babe does almost fall off a chair.

[songofstrawhats]

Hi yes hello I cannot stop thinking about Kaya going off to medical school (I think realistically she'd be in more of a private internship situation but GO WITH ME HERE) so she's at med school and her classmates are like ooh girl have you got a special someone we can hook u up if not

And shes like hahaha there is sort of someone he's so sweet and such a fun storyteller he was really there for her after her parents died and they both left home to follow their dreams but they write and she hopes they can make something together someday

And her classmates are alternately like aww how sweet or like babe if you don't wanna go on a blind date you can just say so you don't have to make up a canadian boyfriend

And Kaya is mostly very good at medical school and very helpful when her classmates are figuring out how to study and sometimes she doesn't know basic things about how the world works but they all help each other out and then sometimes she'll do something concerning like stare out into the ocean and say 'oh I hope Usopp is having fun out on the Grand Line'

And they're like ........right okay he's a storyteller isn't he lmao the Grand Line is a metaphor hahahahaha for a moment there I really thought your not!boyfriend was out on the Grand Line for real or something hahahaha

And Kaya's like no i was seriously he actually is, last month he sent me a letter about [insert relevant plot point here idk I'm only at Alabasta]

And her friends are like ...........as a Marine? Kaya please say that your not!boyfriend who has run away to follow his dreams and ended up on the Grand Line joined the Marines. Or that he's lying to you. Kaya please say psych right now

And then they conveniently walk past a wall of wanted posters and Kaya is like OH LOOK THERE HE IS RIGHT THERE!!!! Awwww his bounty has gone up I'm so proud of him ^v^

And her classmates are there just like ......... and reassessing everything they know about her lmao