#i won't log all my experiences but man

[braisedhoney]

every single line of this is (and i mean this as literally as possible) the most in-character thing anyone has ever made for my old man son. i'm serious. he would say, and DO, ALL OF THAT.

more screaming in tags but just. canon. i declare the reaction, his lie, his glasses comment, his buzz cut misunderstanding enthusiasm... all of it, canon. even outside the brothers au he would do that. he would pretend to go along with it just to do it.

✨BROTHER NARRYS✨

(Or Narry Brothers I dunno)

Mentions: @braisedhoney and @beartitled!

Check out their personal posts about them too! ☝️

How it happened!:

(Reference to this post, the origin!)

Ney’s Narry had worse things to tell. One of them included bleach.

Extras!:

I wonder if you guys can tell when my hand started dying… 💀

[fashion-runways]

okay it's been over a year and i keep saying i'm going to make a new post and it's too exhausting to even think about the whole thing so i keep pushing it-- here's the link to the old post if you want a more detailed thing i wrote back then.

anyway, a year ago, out of the blue, our apartment got raided by the police, they broke our front door, they broke a bunch of shit inside, they took a bunch of our stuff, they barely gave us answers or an explanation, they took my dad and made it seem like he would have to sign some stuff and answer some questions and come back, but it's been over a year (since june 2022) and he hasn't come back, and his case is still up in the air. they're barely working on it. they didn't pay for all the shit they broke, they haven't returned all the shit they took, we had to spend a lot of money on that, i had to take a loan to buy a new computer so i could keep working and studying, on top of spending even more money on basic needs for my dad in jail and lawyers, plus blood pressure and anxiety medications, plus he's old and he was scheduled an eye surgery that he obviously couldn't go to so he's like, practically blind in one eye now, also new clothes for him to wear there (there's a bunch of rules for that), honestly i already lost track of how many things we had to pay for. it's been incredibly stressful and it still is even now that we've gotten used to it. he's been detained for a year for something that they still don't even know if he did and the case is barely moving, i don't know if they're like... i don't know, waiting for the man to die in there since he's already old so they don't have to admit they don't have enough proof for all the mess they made? i don't know. like i said back then, please don't ask me for details on the case or show up in my inbox trying to play tiktok true crime and guess what he did/didn't do. it happened a few times and it's extremely triggering, please don't. please.

this blog is basically my job. it's my primary source of income, i don't have anything else, no matter how many interviews i go to, in the country/city i live and in the state our economy is, if you don't have contacts it's impossible to get a job. i'm always signing up to free programs to learn new things while i don't have a job, try to make my cv bigger, but it doesn't matter. if you don't have someone saying “please hire my friend/family member” or you don't have 500 years of experience, they won't. so like i said, donations people make to this blog are how me and my mom (and my pets) stay afloat. it's what we use to pay for food, general groceries, transportation, electricity, wifi, water, gas, health insurance, stuff for my dad in jail, meds for my mom who has diabetes, food and meds for my pets. i don't go out much, i haven't gotten a haircut in a year, i barely spend money in anything that makes me happy except once in a blue moon when i stop feeling guilty lmao i had a redbubble account also that helped a little too, but last week it got suspended without an explanation as i was uploading new designs, so i don't even have that now. i made a new account on teepublic, but all my designs in high quality are locked behind redbubble and i can't even log into because of the suspension. it's... complicated, and it's a lot, but it is what it is.

i'm always keeping an eye out on new collections, new designers, new cool things. like i said, i love fashion, i studied fashion, and i know a lot of you use this blog as inspiration whether it's for yourselves or for your art, so i don't want to post all similar stuff all the time, i want to post all kinds of styles and brands as much as i can. which is why when i say if you like this blog, if you want to support me, sending even the smallest amount of money helps me keep going. living in latin america, the exchange rate is kind of insane, so truly any amount of money donated helps. unfortunately, i never stop needing money to survive and help keep my family afloat, but in the past year more than ever.

as usual, my kofi link is this one: https://ko-fi.com/fashionrunways and my (new) teepublic link is this one: https://www.teepublic.com/user/dinah-lance. if my redbubble account gets reinstated, i'll add that link eventually too. and as always, thanks for loving this blog and for loving fashion like i love fashion, even when i post crazy looking stuff, and thanks for helping. you have no idea how much your support helps, but it really does, i don't even know if i'd be alive right now if it wasn't for this blog.

[houseofanticipation]

You've always been an outdoor person. You're a camper, a hiker, an explorer. You feel at home in this forest; miles upon miles of trees in every direction, the only hints of civilization a handful of campgrounds and the odd ranger station. Years of experience have made you comfortable here, in the cool, quiet air.

Maybe too comfortable.

It's late morning when you first notice someone behind you on the trail. You don't see them when you look back. You just their footsteps, the sound of cracking twigs and crunching leaves. You expect them to pass you, as you're taking a pretty leisurely pace, but the footsteps always seem to be about 20 feet behind you. You start to get annoyed. This person's thousand-pound feet are ruining your nice, quiet walk. You step to the side of the trail and wait the person to pass.

And so do they.

That makes you nervous. You start walking again, and they walk with you. You stop, they stop. You begin to think you might be in trouble. Careful to keep the noise at you front, you take the folded trail map out of your pocket and begin to scan it. There's a ranger station not far ahead; if you can just make it that far, you might be safe.

You break into a brisk walk, and your pursuer keeps pace. This trail was made intentionally with a lot bends in it, so each hiker or group of hikers could feel like the wilderness was their own, without running into many other people. It means your pursuer can stay relatively close to you without ever entering your line of sight. You're close now, you recognize the little footbridge over this creek, so you break into a run, skidding on mud and dried leaves as you make a mad dash for safety. The footsteps crash through the forest behind you, and you're too afraid to turn around but you're sure they're gaining on you. You see the ranger station up ahead, a little log cabin with a green door, and you practically fly up the front steps, through the unlocked door. You slam it shut behind you and throw the deadbolt, sliding down the door in a mess of exhaustion and nerves.

The ranger station consists of a single room, with a ladder up to a small loft space where the ranger sleeps. You were hoping to find help, but the ranger isn't here at the moment. That's okay. Just the locked door on its own makes you feel a lot better. You listen intently for any sound outside, but all you hear is birdsong, and wind through the trees.

Then someone is trying to turn the door handle. The sound makes you jump, but you try to stay brave. You're still safe. They can't get in.

You hear a man's voice on the other side of the door. "Hello?"

You summon your courage and call back. "Leave me alone! What do you want from me?"

The voice sounds surprised. "I...I don't want anything from you ma'am. It's just...well, you're kind of in my office." You get to your hands and knees and crawl to the front window, just peeking over the sill. Outside is a flustered looking man in a ranger uniform. Relief floods your body. You let him in.

"Thank god," he says. "I'm not supposed to leave the station unlocked, I thought at first some teenagers had gotten in here and...hey, what's wrong?" He's seen the look in your eyes, the way you're still panting, the state of your hair. You explain to him about the footsteps, the chase through the woods, how you hid here for safety. His eyes grow wider with your every word. "Shit, that's terrible. Drink some water, get yourself hydrated while I check around out there." He offers you his canteen. You begin to tell him you have your own water, but he waves you off. "No, no, I can't let you use your own rations. I've got extra water reserves here just for unprepared hikers, I won't run out. Please."

You take the canteen and drink, sitting on a hard folding chair while the ranger goes back outside. Now that you think about it, you're actually incredibly thirsty. You finish off the ranger's canteen, and feel a little bad about it, but he seemed insistent that you should have it.

You're exhausted. It had already been a long day of hiking, and then you went and spent the rest of your energy running through the forest. You were probably overreacting, you think as your eyelids begin to droop. Maybe it was just an illusion, your own footsteps somehow echoed back to you by the forest. In the warmth and safety of the ranger station, the fear you felt before seems almost silly.

Your limbs feel sluggish and disconnected. Your head seems to be full of rocks. Your eyelids fall closed, and you're out before you hit the floor.

You come to little by little, slowly becoming aware of several odd sensation at once. The first thing you notice is that you feel good. Incredible, actually. You're having trouble wrapping your head around why exactly—you're having trouble putting thoughts together, connecting raw sensation to ideas or meanings. But you like how you're feeling, you know that much.

There's more to it though, because you also hurt, which you don't like. There's something rough pressing up against your back, and your arms and legs are sore. You're cold, too, colder than you've been in a long time, and a cool wind stings your bare skin. Why is your skin bare?

You open your eyes. You're in a forest clearing, a place you recognize. It's a popular camping spot, secluded but not far from the trail. You're on a tree—tied to it, you realize, that's the rough thing on your back, and the reason you're so sore. Coils of rope around your wrists are pulling your arms up and behind you, like you're giving the tree a backwards hug. Something similar is happening with your legs, and a rope across your throat is keeping you from pointing your head down.

You are naked.

The ranger is there, leaning into you, and for a confused moment you think he's trying to untie you, but then the whole picture suddenly falls into place. He is raping you, slowly and indulgently, moaning openly as he slides cock up and down, in and out of your pussy. Fear jolts you awake, your fight-or-flight response taking control, but you you have no way to fight and now means of fleeing. You begin to scream, thrashing against your bonds, but they're solid and secure. You're not going anywhere.

"Oh good you're...oh!...awake," says the ranger, still inside you. "I have to tell you, I thought you looked cute when I decided to follow you, but I had no idea you'd be this...o...oh, fuck...this good. I think you've got the tightest little cunt I've ever fucked."

Just because that pleasurable feeling isn't wanted anymore doesn't mean it's going away. With every thrust of the ranger's cock, the feeling builds inside you, threatening to spill over. "Please," you whimper. You can't cum, not here, not to this. "Please stop, let me go."

The ranger grins and looks at you. He gives you an extra deep thrust and you moan in spite of yourself, your muscles contracting and your pussy tightening around him. "Why would I...oh, fuck that's good...why would I stop when you're clearly enjoying this just as much as I am?"

Tears stream down your face. You can't control it now. Waves of tension wash your body, each one making you seize tighter, arching your back, straining your bonds. As the final wave crashes over you the ranger gives one last moan and buries his face in your neck, his cum seeming to warm your shivering body from the inside. You go limp, wobbly, all the tension draining from your body with the cum that spills forth as he withdraws his cock.

The ranger buckles up his pants and leans over, hands on his knees, panting. "Fuck, girl. I can't just keep that cunt to myself. People need to know!" He goes behind you somewhere, and you can hear leaves rustle. When he comes back he holds a stake in his hand: a signpost, with a printed metal sign attached. He shows it to you:

Elk Trail Cum Dump

The park thanks you for your patronage. Feel free to use this receptacle as you see fit.

"I had this made up a few years back." Says the ranger as he hammers it into the ground in front of you. "We've had a handful of cum dumps, but I'll tell you what, you're definitely the best." He looks you up and down, then steps forward and sticks his middle and index fingers up inside you. You tighten reflexively, and he whistles. "Fuuuck me that's good! Alright, I'll probably be back tonight with some friends. New cum dump always attracts some attention. Stay tight, honey." He gives your cheek a little slap and walks away.

It hurts for a while. The bark against your skin. The ropes digging into you. Your shoulders, supporting your weight for so long. But after your sixth hour or so it all just fades into a general, dispassionate numbness.

People walk by sometimes. You hear them on the trail and call out for help. They come, usually but they don't help. A pair of young women laugh and take selfies with their fingers in your pussy. And old man rapes you breathlessly while is wife rolls her eyes and laughs good-naturedly. A middle aged woman with a big backpack says she's going to help you out, which turns out to mean producing a vibrator and giving you the most mind-melting, earth-shattering orgasm of your life, before saying a polite goodbye and leaving you tied up.

When your bladder gets full you just piss right there. It's not a bad way to do it, really; with your legs pulled back like this, you manage not to get much on you. You're a little more concerned about what happens when you need to shit, but you suppose there's a chance you can hold it until you die of hunger or thirst.

A man with a bushy beard gives you a long look before leaving and coming back with a long branch, one end whittled barkless and smooth. He inserts the smooth end into your pussy and sets the other end on the ground, held up only by your natural grip. He instructs you to bounce up and down on it while he masturbates. It's a little thick for you, but it actually feels pretty good, and you try to put on a good show for him as thanks. He lets you keep in there when he leaves, as a way to pass the hours.

You fall asleep just as the sun is setting. You find if you rest your head against the tree just so, you can relax without it falling forward and choking you on the rope across your neck. When you wake again it's full night, and someone has built a little fire in a circle of stones. A dozen or so men are lounging around, laughing, chatting, drinking beers out of a cooler. And raping you of course, but you barely even notice that now. All it really means to you is that someone took away your nice stick.

The ranger is among the men, though he's out of uniform. He raises a beer to you when he sees you're awake. "Welcome back to the land of the living! My buddies here are loving that little pussy of yours."

"You shouldn't have open flames out here," you croak, your throat dry. "You could start a...a...ah! Forest fire." Your sentence is interrupted when the man currently inside you does a strange sort of twisting thing you don't quite understand, and the jolt of pleasure takes you by surprise.

"Ah, fuck you," says the ranger. "Which of us here is the park ranger and which is the cum dump? I know my way around a fire."

"If you say so," you say as the man adds another load of cum to your collection.

He's drunk, you can tell. They're all a little drunk, their words a little slurred, their movements a little wobbly. As the next guy slides into you, you nod at the bottle in his hand. "Hey, let me get a little of that." He holds the bottle up to your lips obligingly, and while most of it splashes down your chin and across your breasts, you get a few good swigs in. It's a party, after all.

When everyone's had their turn on you the boys decide to play a game called "Hide the Herring," which turns out to consist of everyone scattering to find objects, and then taking turns trying to fit them inside you, the winner being the one with the largest object that manages to fit completely inside you. You get several different rocks, some sticks, big chunk of frozen together ice cubes, One guy tries to fit a full, unopened bottle of beer in you, fat end first. It stretches you almost to your limit but he manages, with a bit of clitoral stimulation, to get it all the way up to the neck. He says, "if you can hold on to it for ten seconds you can drink the whole thing," and you agree gamely to give it a try. He takes his hand away and the whole crowd counts down as you clench around this bottle, harder to do when you can't close your legs. You can feel it slipping, little by little, but when the count reaches zero it's still there, and you let it slip out into its owner's waiting hands. He cracks it open and holds it to your mouth, and you close your lips around it. You don't want to lost any like last time. The group is so impressed by the way you open your throat and let it drain into you that they give you another, and another after that. By the end of your fourth beer you're definitely feeling the alcohol, and the last of the fear and misery of the situation falls away like the last remnants of a lizard's skin. Being the Elk Trail Cum Dump, you guess, isn't so bad after all.

The winner of Hide the Herring ends up being a full ten pack of hot dogs. The entrant opens it up, uses two of the hot dogs to pack the wrapping into your pussy, and then spends about fifteen minutes cutting the other eight into pieces and popping them, one at a time, into your asshole. There's a lot of arguing about whether using your ass is allowed, or if it still counts as one object once the package is open, but it doesn't matter to you. Being filled this full feels amazing, and you manage to convince one of the guys to fuck you with your ass stuffed like this. Chunks of hot dog pop out of your ass, two and three at a time as you cum, and he leaves you dripping, feeling warm and gooey.

You get fucked a few more times as they set up camp for the night. Everyone's cum at least once by now, so the loads are getting a little thin, but that's okay. You feel as though you are melting into the tree, becoming a part of it. When you wake tomorrow, you imagine your arms and legs will have grown into its bark, your hair becoming leaves, your heart and lungs and mind becoming wood. Nothing more than a handful of tight wet holes for hikers and campers to enjoy. With this image glowing in your mind's eye, you drift off into a contented sleep.

[transandrogyne]

it is true that infantilization is a huge piece of how trans mascs are (mis)treated by society and is worth addressing for that reason, but the way it is currently discussed is inadequate and ironically only serves to reinforce this perception. when you are only capable of understanding transness via an essentialist lens (i.e., sex is innate and trans ppl are ultimately defined by our ASAB specifically), you are inevitably going to play into the same mechanism that causes that infantilization to begin with. so when you go on and on about how traumatized you were as a little girl, how trans women can never understand, or when you focus in on this strange concept that you are socially shunned for not medically transitioning or "passing" or whatever else, what you are doing is reaffirming over and over that trans men are nothing but traumatized women who are frozen in time and that we can never be anything but those battered and abused little girls -- that your experience is inseparable from that concept, that it is essentially that concept.

and that is literally what transphobes have been arguing ever since they became really aware of trans men. i remember seeing this blog post a decade or so ago from a TERF who insisted that brandon teena was just a traumatized lesbian emulating abuse he sustained as a child, and when i went to the comments i saw the exact same speculation about a mutual i had on tumblr at the time. when i came out to my family, my grandpa was initially accepting of it in the sense that i wasn't flat-out rejected, but his reasoning was that my father had abused & brainwashed me into thinking i was a man, only to be later disowned when i finally started hormones. and even 3 years later, this is STILL what my family thinks, and they won't use my name or pronouns or anything.

i am up against some significant issues as a trans adult. i am organizing people as my rights are under attack from my state attorney general and legislature, attacks that could easily threaten my ability to work in my field, and then i log on and see all these people online who insist that the real threat to trans men are fandom politics and DIY-ers and the icky evil yucky trans women who want people to stop being (trans)misogynistic. and when i talk about this, when i complain about how useless this is and how much it's setting back all trans people, this same group views ME as a threat! ppl often jump to call me a transmed or even a trans woman! so many assumptions made about me! it's incredible.

but this is really all to say that there's a certain online culture of trans mascs that very much self-infantilize because it makes it so much easier to avoid accountability, deflect criticism, and self-victimize. it also makes it easier to stew in your dysphoria and reject any autonomy. it turns any meaningful discussion about trans mascs and our experiences and how we fit into the broader social structures into a joke. we deserve better than that.

[ghouljams]

HI HELLO I LOVE UR SCP CONTENT

i feel like Anomalous Item 061 (the goose that puts out fires) would be great to have on hand bc of Soap lmao. I'd be curious to see what would happen if any of them where exposed to SCP-053 or SCP-999. I feel like Ghost would benefit from it like SCP-682. Either way, i love ur work!

Oh I was waiting for someone to ask about SCP-053 and 682...

Testing Log, SCP-053:

Subject: SCP-141-D "Ghost" Researcher Note: After his incident with Dr. ⬛⬛⬛⬛, as well as interactions SCP-2107, secondary anomaly testing is needed. Let's see what this bad boy can take. Results: SCP-141-D exposed to SCP-141 and placed in SHA containment unit with SCP-053. 141-D stands in far corner of room away from 053 for requisite 10 minutes, immobile. 053 is playing with blocks, appears unbothered by 141-D. Man I get why the other researchers think this guy is boring. Oh no wait. Ok. 141-D is moving towards 053. Things are about to get bloody let's see it! 141-D is crouching down and- ugh. He's pointing out blocks to 053. 141-D appears to be in some sort of distress, but is quietly playing with 053. Alright somebody get this guy out of there. Waste of my fucking time. A young girl's voice is distantly heard on the recording, "Not supposed to be here." Followed by an older male voice, "I know." SCP-141-D removed from SHA containment unit and placed back in his room.

Notes:

Don't you ever put me in a room with that girl again. - 141-D

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Testing Log, SCP-053

Subject: SCP-141-A "John Price" Researcher Note: Memetic anomaly might cancel out 053's and worst case we won't have to replace our tech anymore. Results: SCP-141-A exposed to SCP-141 and placed in SHA containment unit with SCP-053. SCP-141-A is advised to avoid eye contact and touch with 053, as well as being advised to request an end to the experiment after 10 minutes should he become violent. After agreeing to term, 141-A spends three of his ten minutes watching 053 color. After five minutes 053 finishes coloring and takes the drawing over to 141-A to be inspected. SCP-141-A: Is that Ghost? SCP-053 nods SCP-141-A: That's rather good, he'll like that. At minute four SCP-141-A breaks containment procedures and picks up SCP-053. There is a prolonged pause as 141-A tightens his grip on 053, before carrying her back to the coloring table. He sets her down and crouches beside her. Notably he does not touch her again for the remaining five minutes of exposure. SCP-141-A: Would you do something for me love? It's very easy, I'll tell you exactly what to do. SCP-053 stares at him, and picks out a red crayon. SCP-053: Okay. SCP-141-A: Good girl. I need you to-

[tape corrupted]

Research Note:

God dammit someone call IT. We need a new tower.

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Testing Log, SCP-682

Subject: SCP-141-D "Ghost" Researcher Notes: Ok now let's see what he can do. Results: SCP-141-D exposed to SCP-141 and placed inside cell with SCP-682. SCP-141-D appears to regard 682 with interest. SCP-141-D: Fuck you're one ugly bastard. SCP-682: Disgusting... SCP-141-D: Be'er than you, wha's all that, hydrochloric? Soap'd 'ave a field day with that. SCP-682: You and the whore. SCP-141-D hums with a smile. I think that's a smile, hard to tell with the mask. SCP-682 catches SCP-141-D with its claw, before turning and batting him away with its tail. SCP-141-D sustains multiple inturies catalogued here for posterity: -incomplete decapitation -crush injuries to chest -disembowelment -multiple lacerations over arms and chest SCP-141-D is removed from containment unit. SCP-682 recontained. Upon recommendation from SCP-141-A "John Price" SCP-141-D is placed in containment unit with SCP-141-B "Gaz."

Testing Log, SCP-141-B [pending redaction]:

SCP-141-D is placed in room with SCP-141-B, both subjects have been exposed to SCP-141. SCP-141-D is unconscious at time of testing having sustained multiple injuries from SCP-682. SCP-141-B assesses sustained injuries and requests supplies from on-hand staff. 141-B is provided with a basic first aid kit. SCP-141-B removes bandages and suture kit from supplied box and begins field dressing SCP-141-D's wounds. Bowels are placed back in stomach cavity, and pressure is applied to decapitation wound before both are stitched with standard suture stitching. SCP-141-B demonstrates advanced medical knowledge including ability to reinflate collapsed lung in SCP-141-D, at which point SCP-141-D regains consciousness. SCP-141-D is able to direct aid in limited capacity and inform SCP-141-B that his stitching is "better than Soap's" but still "stings like a bitch." SCP-141-D is removed after completion of first aid, and taken to be examined by SCP medical staff. SCP-141-B is removed and taken back to containment for questioning.

Interview Log, SCP-141-B "Gaz" [pending redaction]:

SCP-141-B: He's getting a doctor, right? Dr. ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛: Of course. SCP-141-B: Bloody hell. SCP-141-B drags a hand down his face. SCP-141-B: The fuck are you lot doin' to him? I thought you were supposed to be scientists. Dr. ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛: We are. We learned a lot from this. SCP-141-B: Learned a- You might've killer him if I hadn't been here! Dr. ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛: He survived, didn't he? SCP-141-B: And what if he didn't? SCP-141-B advances on research staff, openly hostile. SCP-141-B: If you think the Captain is going to let you get away with this- Dr. ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛: You Captain is the only reason you're here. SCP-141-B holds Dr. ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛'s gaze, both glaring at the other. He crosses his arms over his chest and takes a step back. Dr. ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛: Now, your proficiency with field dressings. Have you needed to resuscitate "Ghost" before? SCP-141-B refuses to answer questions for the next 15 minutes, at which time Dr. ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ leaves containment to avoid memetic poisoning. SCP-141-B is escorted back to containment.

Doctor's Notes, SCP-141-D:

⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ "Ghost" ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ Race: White Sex: Male Age: ⬛⬛ Weight: ⬛⬛⬛ Kg Height: ⬛⬛⬛ cm Blood Tests: Normal Stress Test: Normal Reported Injuries: Scarring and bruising on chest indicate recently healed blunt force trauma and lacerations. Shallow lesions around circumference of neck reminiscent of choking via garrote or some other aid. Scarring and reported sensitivity around midsection. X-rays reveal previously broken ribs. Internal structures show no abnormalities. Skin shows minor abrasions in line with healed burn injuries. Psychological Tests: N/A

[sir-heichou-smith]

141 and their awkward but meaningful experience(s) with wild animals

Gaz:

-It's exactly 1800 hours when he spots the shabby safehouse after they complete the mission that went to utter shit, leaving him separated from the rest of the 141. His back and left arm are sore. Getting shot at and falling out of a second story window doesn't compliment his bone structure, as it turns out.

-He clears the perimeter to make sure he hasn't been tailed while he waits to rendezvous with the others.

-As he surveys the inside of the cabin, he doesn't see the bird's nest perched up in the rafters, but he feels it drop square onto his head when he breaks the lock on one of the doors and shoves it open.

-The little bird that rolls onto the floor chirps desperately and flutters its wings, lopsided and favoring its left side.

-After the minor heart attack and an admittedly embarrassing noise that soap would never let him live down if he'd heard it, he feels bad for the poor thing, picking it up and sticking it in a makeshift nest of his outer layers while he tends to his own wounds.

-"Poor little guy, sorry I fucked up your home. You're all alone too, huh." Gaz makes it up to the bird by wrapping its injured wing in a similar fashion to his own sling, in hopes that it'll help in some way. He even finds a bug in the windowsill to feed it.

-He's so distracted by his new friend that he almost doesn't notice the three sets of footsteps getting closer to his temporary safe haven.

-"The feck do ye got there, mate?" He's relieved to hear the familiar Scottish lilt from the main entrance, their captain and lieutenant right behind him.

-"It's my best buddy. He's your new replacement, Tav." Laughing as he dodges the MRE thrown in his direction, he settles the baby bird in next to him while they take watch in shifts for the hours long wait to exfil.

Price:

-For once the 141 was able to take a much needed break. In between missions, the captain invited the rest of his team on a camping trip for the weekend. Not many knew, but instead of a house, Price owned a beautiful log cabin just north of Hereford with a few acres of land and a body of water for hunting and fishing respectively.

-The next morning, Price and Ghost left at the asscrack of dawn to part take in the former, hoping to score dinner for them all from the comfort of his backyard.

-"See anything up your way, Simon?" "Negative, sir." The pair continues to wait in silence as the sun slowly starts to creep over the horizon. He's just about to call it when he hears crunching leaves just to his right.

- Price looks as far as he can without turning his head, and spots their dinner, just out of the corner of his eye and a few paces away at that. A beautiful 12 point buck that has no fear or spacial awareness as it seems. It turns its head to look directly at him too, as if daring him to do something.

-The deer inches forward ever so slowly to him, seeming more curious than anything. He can see Ghost not 10 meters on his opposite side, not doing anything to help the situation, just desperately trying to hold it in. Slowly, as a trained and patient death machine of a man can be, he pulls out his cell phone to take a picture.

-Then he feels it. The light sniffs, and then the feeling of a slimy tongue on the side of his forehead and hat. The damn thing is tasting him as if he were a berry on a bush.

-At the turn of Price's head, he meets its eyes. As if it just now figured out it's been caught in the act and regains control of itself, the buck whips around and bounds away.

-The photo in their group chat, from yours truly, has the other men in shambles. "You're lucky you're my favorite lieutenant. Otherwise I'd give you extra duty for at least a week." Price thinks it's worth the hassle though, as he rarely gets to hear that deep grumble of a laugh from his most stoic soldier. Take out doesn't sound so bad after all.

Soap:

-"C'mon lt, a few drinks won't kill ye, first round's on me." A flash of pearly whites and a playful wink thrown is all it takes for the man to cave.

-The two men walk to a local pub frequented by soldiers and civilians alike. Not too busy but not as quiet as Ghost would prefer. They meet up with Price and Gaz, Soap greets them with a smile and Ghost simply nods, already anticipating the night to be over.

-Soon enough the first round of drinks becomes the second, then the third, then a pint, and two, and a few more after that. Price bids the three of them goodnight, claiming something about having paperwork to finish up for tomorrow.

-"Aw cap yer no fun, Gaz here's the only one who knows how to give a lad good company." At that, Soap turns his head with a cheese grin to lock eyes with his fellow seargent. "Don't rope me into this, Tav, we all know you'd drink us all under the table even if we dared you not to. Plus, the old man's right. I've got training tomorrow with the rookies too, I'll catch you later mate."

-"Looks like it's you n me, lt. I knew you'd never leave me alone." Soap goes to get up and order another set of drinks for them, but ends up stumbling and holding the edge of the table for a bit too long before Ghost then stands up. "Alright, seargent, you've had enough it looks like. Let's head back before I have to throw you over my shoulder."

-Soap gives a sheepish grin and scratches the back of his neck. "Aye, lt. Let's get outta here." The walk back to base goes by without a hitch. Until Soap hears something that sounds like a cry coming from an alleyway just off post.

-"Ya hear that Ghost? Where's it comin from?" He's begins to look for the source of the sound as the larger man attempts to drag him towards the direction of the base. "Who knows, Johnny. It's fucking baltic out here an' youre worried about god knows wha- STAY out of that dumpster!"

-Soap doesn't listen as he begins to try and look underneath and around it to see where he's hearing the sounds from. A few seconds later Ghost hears, "Aw lt it's a wee kitten! We cannae just leave 'em out here. Gimme yer coat, he's cold."

-"Johnny what the bloody fuck do you think you're doing with tha-" "IT'S A KITTEN AND I'M TAKIN' EM TO MY ROOM SO I WON'T GET IN TROUBLE NOW HAND ME YER JACKET." Ghost rolls his eyes and sheds his outer layer, leaving him in his black crew neck and balaclava. He knows it's best to just give him the damn hoodie since it's the only way he'll be able to herd his seargent back to his room safely.

-Just before Ghost hands over his coat, Johnny comes out from the darkened alley with what he claims is a kitten. However, he yanks the hand holding his precious coat back once he sees what the other man is holding in his hands.

-"Johnny what the FOCK that is NOT a cat you bloody fuckin- put it DOWN NOW."

-The man gives his best big blue puppy eyes even though he doesn't realize what he's holding isn't a cat at all, but a baby raccoon he found digging around in the trash. "Can we keep him lt? Please he'll be good and we can call him Floof or Bringer of Death or whatever you wanna name him!"

-"Oh for fuck sake you idiot, put the damn thing back in the trash before you get rabies and then I'll have to do so much paperwork because of your dumbass. I swear to you I'll-."

-As Ghost carries on, Soap puts the little trash panda back where he found it, (albeit begrudgingly), and they walk home just a little bit faster. If only to warm each other up when they get there.

Ghost:

-Ghost gets sent on a solo op to the desert in the middle of bumblefuck nowhere. He's on a stake out mission, meant to gather intel from afar and report back to Watcher periodically over the span of several days.

-As the hours pass by in the blistering heat, Ghost is a sentinel, unmoving and unwavering and unseen. The man has been glued to his rifle for the past 72 hours, and there isn't a sight of hair nor hide of anything worth noticing or reporting since he landed.

-It's approximately 12 hours before he needs to pack up and head to the exfil site that he sees movement. "Bravo 0-7 to Watcher." "Watcher here 0-7, send traffic." "Got movement heading towards the compound. HVT confirmed, multiple armored vehicles, what looks to be a package being guarded for delivery." "Good work, Bravo. Keep an eye out for any reinforcements or sudden changes until further notice. Watcher out."

-It's only after he clicks off his comms that he feels movement coming from his pant leg. As calmly and quietly as he can while flat on his stomach, he wiggles out of his boot and removes the offender. A small, brown lizard doing it's damndest to hang on to his sock.

-He flicks it to the side, shakes his head in silence, and doesn't think about the incident until after he rendezvous with the bird.

-On the tarmac and sore to hell and back from being a statue for several days, his seargent greets him before he even steps out of the belly of the plane.

-"Lt! It's good to have you back." Ghost just nods his way, not unkindly--the exhaustion setting in quick now that he's returned. Soap sends a bright smile his way, and follows the older man all the way to the armory to turn in his gear, and then all the way to the captain's office for debrief, and then to his door to finally shower and fall into bed for the next 10 hours until he's needed again.

-Ghost doesn't have the mind to look either direction before pulling his sergeant into the room behind him, locking the door once it's closed. He dips his head to the other man's shoulder and wraps his arms around his back in a much needed embrace.

-"Let's get you washed up and in bed, mo ghraidh." Soap takes the lieutenant by the hand and leads him to the bathroom to begin shedding him of his many layers.

-It's when he gets to his cargos that he notices it. "Uh, lt?" "Yeah, Johnny?" "Whatcha got in there?" "Huh? In where?" Johnny gently pats the right side of his hip, where his deepest pocket lays from the side of his hip to the middle of his thigh.

-Simon reaches into his pocket and freezes. "You've gotta be shittin me." He pulls out from his pocket a small, wiggly brown lizard that followed him home in the safety of his pocket. All they could do was look at each other and laugh.

[stanheightsblog]

★ — ADAM INTRO.

So... my name's Adam, Scott told me that this app is pretty cool to talk about interests and stuff, so that's what I'm mostly here for ( Scott's being a dick, and doesn't want to hear me constantly talking so I've decided to log in here... ) and also I need some kind of distraction :P I'll try to drop some basic info about me at first

I'm a freelance photographer, I love collecting DVDs and CDs, and also a BIG fan of animals, I'm a cat person, if anyone cares about that ( I wish to have a cat one day ( or literally any animal for that matter ) )

Unfortunately, a victim of the jigsaw trap, but I'm alive so fuck this topic!!!

Scott if you want to be a fucker don't even try to interact with me on here.

★ — ADMIN INTRO.

HELLO!!! I know there's plenty of Adam rp blogs, but for the longest time I wanted to show my headcanon of Adam on the rp account! ( If people won't interact I'll just abandon this blog 💔 )

I'll probably add more things here in the future :p

Please don't be afraid to interact yourself bc I'm too scared cuz everyone already has their accs going for some time and stuff and I just don't want to bother ;((

The owner of this acc is also an admin of @faulknercore !

Also I'm 18 if anyone is wondering

★ — MORE INFO.

ABOUT BLOG:

Sideblog!!

Basically anyone can interact! ( Idc if you are a saw oc rp blog or a saw character rp blog, I want it to be a fun experience for everyone!! ) as long as you are not a creep ofc...

Any asks that makes me uncomfortable ( and stuff like that ) will just not be answered. Otherwise all asks are allowed, just don't be too weird :p

ABOUT ADAM:

Adam is a trans man ( he's pretty insecure because of it, he pretends to be cis most of the time to avoid getting further into his insecurities and uncomfortable questions from other people. The only people he came out to are his parents and Scott )

He has a difficult relationship with his parents since he came out to them.

He didn't speak to Lawrence after the trap (he tries to forget him and what happened in the bathroom trap)

His only talks to Scott and a few of his band members sometimes.

Adam is also pretty much a yapper when he feels comfortable with someone.

Before the bathroom trap he was pretty much similar to Scott, parties almost everyday, concerts, drinking, smoking, meeting new people, and stuff, it changed after the bathroom trap, now he prefers to stay home, and became incredibly closeted to basically everything.

TAGS:

#★ — ADAM ANSWERS ; Adam answers asks

#★ — ADAM INTERACTS ; Adam interacts ect.

#★ — ADAM TALKS ; Adam posts, ect.

#★ — ADAM REBLOGS ; Adam reblogs stuff

#★ — ADMIN ; everything admin related

[rockybloo]

Long rambly post about my perspective on gender...

Being nonbinary has changed my brain chemistry in such a way where I don't see myself as female OR male...which is what many would expect.

Like - if someone refers to me as a girl or with female pronouns, I have sorta built a view of myself like a little cryptid creature piloting a feminine mecha suit, which helps to deal with the constant misgendering I get irl. I don't feel like a girl at all and I never truly did, even as a kid.

And while I may be more comfortable with masculine pronouns (specifically if we are close friends), I could never view myself as wanting to transition to being male because I am more in love with the vibes of masculinity and not the entire package of being a dude.

I will always feel like an outsider to both genders and am just a creature viewing the world of women and men. I know I have more experience with "being" a woman but I can't change how I just do not feel or believe myself to be female. Just like I don't believe I am male.

This is all to say that any "Man vs Woman" stories and conflicts (in a fictional sense, mind you) just doesn't land for me. People are free to write them, you do you, but I have no interest in writing stories that split genders, as someone who doesn't identify as either irl. Especially when, anytime I witness them happen in a story, I am so perplexed and curious like I am watching an national geographic piece on some wildlife.

It's why my main teams for all my stories are mixed genders. It's fun to just toy with this thing that I've since left behind in a way. It's also why so many of my ships happen to involve a guy and a gal. It's like another way of me to toy with genders and their roles in society, especially in terms of how the world expects a relationship between a man and a woman to play out versus how I myself like to make things happen.

I've also learned a long time ago that mainstream media won't write nonbinary characters in a way that satisfies me because nonbinary is such a varied experience. There is no one way to be nonbinary, but mainstream stuff would certainly have you believe so.

It's why I got some nonbinary OCs that are more masculine in appearance (Pluto and Dear) and some that are feminine (Sourpuss).

This is all just a real log winded way of me to say that I am an outsider of gender, viewing the insiders with my little binoculars and a big bucket of popcorn.

[russellsppttemplates]

For the rest of our lives (Mick Schumacher)

Getting married to the love of your life when you're young only means you share all of the memories and experiences with your partner in crime

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated, and while I'm not actively taking requests, I am writing some blurbs when I can so if you have any ideas or concepts that can be written in a small amount of sentences and you want to share, feel free to do so!

Tw: alcohol consumption

"My love, we have been invited to go out tonight", your husband said as he sat down on the sofa next to your desk in home office, making you focus on him instead of the spreadsheet in front of you, "we have? I could use a night out actually", you mused, thinking about how you had bought yourself a new dress that would be perfect for the occasion, "if you want to, they we'll go. I still have a few more hours of work before I have to sign off for the weekend, but other than that, everything is fine by me", you said as you watched him type what you assumed was a response saying you'd be joining the group, "will it bother you too much if I stay here? I promise I won't distract you", he said in a low tone, "of course you can, and maybe you can get me a coffee too, please?", you pouted, knowing he wouldn't say no as he got up and headed tor the kitchen before coming back with your favourites, "thank you, love", you said as you took a sip, your feet somehow managing to land on top of his thighs so you could have some form of physical contact between you while you finished your work.

After logging off, you took a quick shower before joining Mick in the kitchen to help him with dinner, Angie always following you whenever you went near the cupboards in hopes of getting some treats that might fall from your hands, ending up sitting by your feet while you both have dinner, discussing day to day things before you tidied and went upstairs to get ready. You stood in front of the mirror in your dressing table, shaking your hair so it wouldn't be too flat before trying to grab the thin fabric that would be tied around your back to secure everything in, "Do you want some help with that?", you heard your husband's teasing tone, turning to face the mirror again and letting him tie the straps, "is this good? Not too tight?", he asked as he made sure he wasn't squeezing you before making you turn around to face him, "you look incredible, schatz, absolutely incredible", he said as he pressed kisses to your shoulders going up to your neck before kissing your lips, "glad I did not put lipstick on yet, otherwise you would've smudged it, mister", you said before you took his appearance, "you look really good too, definitely the most handsome man", you said as you cupped his cheeks, his skin soft to the touch, making him kiss your palm, "we're one good looking couple, that's for sure", he said before he helped you put on your shoes and coat and leave the house.

You arrived at the club you'd be spending the night in, greeting your friends before they offered the first round, shots arriving to the table before you all downed them, your friend making you join her on the dance floor, waving every now and again to see your husband winking at you from the booth, "excuse me, would you allow me to buy you a drink? No one deserves to be here all alone and no drinks", you heard someone say before you turned to see who the voice belonged to, facing a man who was about your age as you showed him your drink on your left hand, "Oh, you're married. Sorry, didn't mean to offend. I'll leave you be", he hurried off, apologising again as your friend hit your shoulder playfully, "that thing on your finger just stopped us from having free drinks", she shook her head as you smiled at her, playing with your rings before you saw Mick and your friend's partner join you two with new drinks, "was he bothering you, gorgeous? Are you okay?", he checked for any signs of uneasiness, "on the contrary, Mick, he got so flustered when he saw her rings that he apologised and rushed off", your friend giggled as you circled your husband's waist, nestling your body on his, "he thought you were gorgeous too, but I noticed it first", he said as he kissed your forehead, taking a sip from his drink afterwards as he just swayed you both to the music playing, enjoying how you felt near him and in his arms.

"This one is for us, liebling", he said as he handed you another shot, downing it along with you as you shook your head at the taste, "that one did burn actually", you said before you looked lovingly at him, "I love you, to the moon and back" you whispered in his ear as you watched him become a blushy mess, his sweet giggles a sight to behold, "you want to know something?", you said as you laced your fingers in his, wedding bands clinking in eachother before you kissed his lips again, "I love you", you said sweetly before peppering kisser all over his cheeks, the blush from the heat, alcohol and your words making him look even more handsome to you.

Arriving home was easy considering your state, your heels dropped on the floor while you went to the bedroom, helping your husband take his clothes off before he helped you out of yours and into your pyjamas, "you're so pretty, liebling", he mused, "so pretty".

.

"C'mon Angie, let's keep going", you urged the dog who, like you, was showing already some signs of tiredness, "I promise we are nearly there", Mick said a few steps in front of you. You had decided to go for a hike, taking the opportunity since Mick was home for the weekend and you did not have any extra work to do, the sunny day outside inviting to spend it outside. True to his words, you soon arrived at a beautiful waterfall, making you drop you backpack as you looked at how the water fell and pooled at the end, Angie drinking some of the water as you and Mick took it all in, "this is beautiful", you whispered as he joined you, hugging you from behind, "it is", he replied back before kissing your cheek, "thank you for agreeing to come with us", he whispered as his breath fanned your neck tickling you, "please, if I had stayed home, not even Angie would've come with you so early in the morning, we would have stayed all snuggled up in the warm bed", you teased as you felt him smirk against your skin, "well, then I can go on my own anyway", he said as he peeled himself from you, starting to take his t-shirt off and shorts too after he checked once again that you were all alone, making you bite your lip a you watched him fold his clothes on top of his backpack before going for a swim, "it's too warm there, here is fresher", he said as you knew he was tempting you to join him, the sight incredible for him as you too started taking off your leggings and hoodie, joining him while Angie also swam around, "need cuddles", you said as you opened your arms to circle them around his waist, your body erupting in goosebumps from the different temperatures, "you make me crazy, Mick, absolutely crazy", you said as you caressed his torso and kissed all over his chest, "is that because of my body, the fact that I woke you up early to get here or that we're swimming with no clothes on in a small waterfall?", he teased, pulling your lips in for a kiss, "honestly? All of the above. And maybe the fact that you drive really fast cars and it gets me all nervous, but I could go with this right here, yeah", you mumbled into his skin, continuing to press kisses to his pale skin.

.

Driving in the mud was the plan for the day, Gina helping you with breakfast before the boys came downstairs to join you, "Good morning, good morning", you heard Mick say before he came up to you, circling his arms around your waist while you pushed eggs around in the pan, "Hello gorgeous, what are you making?", he said before kissing your shoulder, "some eggs, Gina is on toast duty, I have some avocado sliced already", you said as you moved the food into a bowl, ready for the table as you sat down, going over the plans one more time while eating and tidying up.

"Here, you need this for your pretty little head", he said as he kissed the top of your head before putting a helmet on your head, "now you're all safe", he smiled before he put his own on, checking you were strapped in safely before fastening his belt and starting the engine, "can you start slowly first, please?", you asked loud enough for him to hear, "so I can get used to it", you knew you were blushing under the devices protecting you, "of course. Squeeze my thigh if you need me to stop, yeah?", he checked again before he sped it up, your laughs and enjoyment through the roof as he did all kinds of imaginary circuits.

Getting off a while later, your legs felt like jelly from all the adrenaline as you shrieked with Gina about what you had just done, feeling your husband hug you, "You're all dirty, Mick!", you yelled, "you say that like you're much cleaner!", he replied back, the mud spreading between you as Gina took a photo of the moment, "Oh, there's your child!", her partner said as Angie approached the area with Corinna now that the cars were no longer going, deciding to stand by your mother in law instead of the usual excited greeting, "c'mon, baby, come here for a cuddle", you bent down while she looked weary, "she's thinking you're all dirty, no way she's getting near that", Corinna offered with a giggle, "Oh, especially herself, goodness knows how she is whenever it is bathtime".

Later on the evening, now in bed cuddled up to you, Mick thought about the past few days, "I love having you with me at all times", he mused and you looked at him, response ready in your tongue, "I would hope so, you married me after all. Until further information, this is for life", you smiled as you watched him slightly roll his eyes, "I mean that, though. I love that you're mine and I'm yours. That we get to share everything for the rest of our lives, together", he said as he kissed your lips, sealing his lifelong promise to love and cherish you.

[apsephion]

Here's the fluff I spun a wheel and it picked Danganronpa V3 and Demon Slayer characters so..... Here you go make sure you enjoy.

Characters: (Demon Slayer) Obanai, Mitsuri, Shinobu, Giyuu, Sanemi (Danganronpa V3) Kaede, Shuichi, Korekiyo, Kaito, Kokichi and Maki

Fandoms: Danganronpa V3 and Demon Slayer

Title: sleeping at night with these characters

Demon Slayer:

Obanai:

Man is a silent sleeper prove me wrong

He is also extremely still so you'd prob think he is dead sometimes

He gets cold easily so in summer it would be fucking perfect but in winter...

He might cling to you in his sleep but that's a small chance of happening

I'm sorry but mans would move away from you and push you in his sleep

Overall 5.5/10 could be better but still very nice to sleep with

Mituri:

My baby

She snores a lil bit tbh but cutely somehow

Will cuddle you in your sleep no debate

Might accidentally punch and kick you in your sleep

If you're bigger/taller than her she will sleep on top of you

If you're smaller/shorter than her she will little spoon you, you have no say

10/10 would recommend if you love physical contact

Shinobu:

I personally she would be a fucking menace.

Prolly can't sleep so messes with you defo

She is a light sleep so don't move too much or she finna get annoyed with you

But if you ignore all of the she's actually a pretty good person to sleep with

Prolly snuggles up to you

But if you sweat in your sleep leave her the fuck alone she hates the moisture

She is smol so she likes being little spooned, but when she wants to feel confident big spoons you

She's a peaceful sleeper when she can finally sleep

A solid 4.5/10 would recommend if you're a deep sleeper if not I totally don't recommend

Giyuu:

Doesn't sleep

...

But when he does end up sleeping like a log

Cuddles you and blushes like a mess when you tell him about it in the morning

Likes to be little spooned simple

Doesn't really like heavy blankets so your just gonna have to suffice

He is cold.

So he loves you're warmth whether in the summer or winter

Prolly cling asf

8.5/10 would recommend

Sanemi:

how do I say this...

Don't sleep with him please he is an absolute menace

A kicker and a puncher no debate

A heavy and light sleeper so he'd switch between the both

He will take your blankets even if you get your own

Pushes you if try to get close while he's light sleeping

But he would wrap his arms and legs around you

Protective so holds you closely and tightly

Won't let you live

Danganronpa V3:

Kaede:

Baby I love her btw

Amazing cuddler

Comfortable body heat

Prolly switches between a light and heavy sleeper through the night

Holds you

Rests her head on your shoulder

10/10 sleep with her, amazing experience

Shuichi:

My love, the reason I wake up

Hugs you,holds you, clings to you. Physical touch is just a must for him

He will not let you go while sleeping

Gets cold easily so you're a liability for him to keep warm

Little spoon frfr

10000/10 Soooooo recommend

Korekiyo:

I love this man like pleasss fuck me with your fingers

Ahem anyways

He is a gentle cuddler

Slight cold body temp

I personally love thinking that he would play with your hair

Sweet nothings while you're falling asleep

Sleeps late so he might coddle you while kissing the crown of your head

10/0 would recommend

Kaito:

Chaotic sleeper ™

Blanket hog

Sleeps right on you despite his weight

Snores

Squeezes you tightly

Big spoon

Sleep-kicker

7.5/10 though he's annoying sometimes he's a great cuddle-bug

Kokichi:

He doesn't like sleeping periodt

So he would be a fucking nuisance

Pokes your face while you sleep

Kicks you purposely

Takes your blankets

Why does he do this? Because he's kinda lonely being awake alone

So you have to mom him

When he gets to sleep he is a cuddle bug

You wanna go get water you have to bring Kokichi with

You wanna pee Kokichi's tagging along

2/10 annoying asf

Maki:

Doesn't sleep

Has trained herself to not sleep

But understands sleep is important

So what's the next best thing for her? She cuddle with you

Very nice body temp she adapts to winter and summer

Your thirsty? She gets you water

You need to pee? She accompanies you

Basically very comforting even if she rarely sleeps

7.5/10 would recommend

Sorry for not getting this one I live in South Africa so I didn't have lights but I'll get the smut one out as soon as possible. Love you guys

©Apsephion 2023 (forgot how to copyright sr)a

[arviyya]

my sin is that I once found somebody on their socials, and I only knew their first name, nothing more.

I met them at work, this person was in my workplace just for one day for support cause many people were sick that day, and this person was so beautiful and I'm a fu**in smart stalker lol.

soooo rosekiller vibes? yeaaaa

Ohhhh this is sooo Rosekiller - If anything is Rosekiller, it's this.

Also, sounds to me like you're just really good at sluething, you'd probably kill it as a private detective. Anyway, here goes.

tws; minor nsfw, stalking

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The reception job was not the one that Barty had wanted, but his father insisted that he take the job to get experience after college. It was a bullshit ploy to keep an eye on him, Barty is sure. He partied far too much in school, and his father knows it.

Life is boring, if Barty has anything to say about it. This lame city, with nothing to do, is going to send him to his grave, he's sure.

Barty runs his hand through an unruly section of his hair, his feet kicked up on the desk, a magazine in hand.

"Barty."

The sound of his father's voice nearly sends him jumping out of his skin, bones and all.

"What?" Barty's tone is sharp as he lets his feet down.

His father stands to the side of his desk, his tailored suit a stark difference to Barty's jeans and t-shirt, it's the one thing he could never get Barty to do; dress like an 'office person'. Next to his father is an unfamiliar blonde, his tan skin stark against a black hoodie and black jeans. Barty's eyes linger on his face, one green and one blue eye piercing into his soul.

"This is Evan, he's come over from the east office to run IT for the day, starting with fixing that issue on your computer."

Barty hesitates for a moment. "Where's Ron and Nate?"

"They're out for the day." His father sighs, and turns to Evan. "Sorry about him-" then turns back to Barty, "You behave, and do whatever Evan says."

Barty stares at Evan, a corner of his mouth pulling up on once side. "If you insist."

His father has already turned to leave, but Evan's eyes narrow, his mouth twitching, and Barty gets the sensation that he picked up on that.

Once his father is gone he backs his chair up and gestures at the computer. "Have at it, Evan."

"Thanks." He pulls up the other chair and takes a seat, immedietly logging into the computer.

"So, how come you get to dress like that and he tries to get me to dress like him?"

"Because I have skills he doesn't have." Evan doesn't look at him, typing on the computer. While Evan stares at that, Barty stares at Evan.

"So, know of anything fun to do in this city?"

Evan nods, distractedly. "Yeah. Like all cities, there are fun things to do."

"Like?"

"I don't know, man, there are clubs, parties, bars."

Barty leans forward, no sense of decorum. "Come on, pretend I'm new and don't know anything."

Evan rounds on him, but it isn't hostile, if anything it's the air of someone sizing him up. "There's a bar downtown, The Leaky, you might like it."

Barty nods, "The Leaky. Got it. No... parties or anything?"

"There are some," Evan turns back to the computer, typing more shit that Barty couldn't care less about. "There. Done. Should be fixed."

"I didn't even know anything was broken," Barty says as he shrugs.

"That tracks." Evan stands up and doesn't even look back as he heads through the door and into the area with the other offices.

Given that there's another entrance, Barty thinks it's possible that he won't even see the cute blonde again, so he does what makes the most sense to him; scours the internet.

He starts on instagram, searching the name Evan, then facebook and finds nothing. Far too many Evan's. Then, he switches tactics, using the filter feature on facebook, he searches for any Evan's that work for the same company as them. Nothing. He searches mutual friends lists, and searches for Evan's who list their hometown as the city they're in. Nothing. Still nothing.

So, he goes back to instagram, heading to their company's profile to scour the photos. Nothing.

Then it clicks. "The Leaky". He finds the profile and clicks, searching first on their photos to see if he happens to be tagged in any. Nope.

Oh.

Barty grins at himself for his brilliance. Of course. Their tagged photos. If Evan is the type to select a location when at the bar, then he will surely be there.

It takes Barty about forty-five minutes of scrolling before he finds it. A photo by somebody else that has both the bar, and Evan tagged. It's definitely him. Even though his hair is dark and not blonde, Barty can tell from his different colored eyes. There's no doubt.

Evan himself doesn't have many photos posted, but what he does have is active stories. Barty knows that theoretically Evan can see if Barty looks at his stories but he no longer cares.

Bingo.

The last story is a general invite to a party at a club that night that Evan's friend is apparently hosting. Perfect.

He follows the link to the website, and finds that it is not invite only.

Double perfect.

He cancels the lame date he had made with a random technician in his father's company with a quick text. Instead, he will most certainly be going to the party at the club.

Looking positively delectable as he has the ability to do, he is certain that it will barely take any effort at all to bag Evan. In fact, he has every intention to end up with Evan balls deep in him later that night.

He smirks at himself as he sets down his phone, full of confidence because he always gets what he wants.

[scientist-in-orbit]

The tapping of a pen against a clipboard can be heard as a man with long black hair wearing a lab coat steps into view. For a moment he seems to look over whatever is written on the clipboard before glancing up and locking eyes with the camera.

" I'm Rae Morningstar, and this is project log- "

Static cuts through the audio, preventing the rest of the sentence from being heard.

He once more steps out of center frame, instead moving to the side of the large lab station directly in view of the camera. Set up on the station is various pieces of equipment, some seemingly in use while others either being prepped for use or having recently been used. Settled in the center of it all are several specimen containers, each holding what appears to be different types of plant matter. Only two of the containers are unlabeled.

" Thus far in my experiments, none of the alien flora samples have proven to be harmful. In fact, a few of them are rather similar to the plant life back home in their genetic makeup. "

He paused, attention having shifted over to the pair of unlabeled containers.

" These two, however... Even without having truly begun observation on them, I've already noticed an interesting reaction to certain stimuli within the lab environment. The samples almost seem to... shy away from the bright lights? But as soon as they're relocated to a darker space, they quickly seem to bounce back. "

More tapping against a clipboard can be heard as the scientist stares intensely at the unlabeled specimens. After a moment he can be seen shaking his head and letting out a sigh.

" I don't have much else to report on since the last project log I recorded. I'm just waiting until I've finished up a few final tests with these specimens before I move onto the final two. Hopefully it won't take too long because I have so many questions- "

[ The video feed abruptly cuts to black, and then there's silence. ]

[theadventurerslog]

Quest For Glory IV: Shadows of Darkness | Part 3

The Adventurer' Log

A new day in Mordavia.

I ate some breakfast--laced with garlic--and headed out to the Burgomeister being surprised I was still alive and here. How comforting. I chatted with him again. Nikolai won't accept Anna is gone, but he did say missing, so maaaybe she's not actually dead? He noted there used to only be wyverns around but now there's lots of monsters. He thinks Dr. Cranium is a madman.

I went to the general store and had more questions to ask Olga. Dr. Cranium is a very strange man with strange experiments in his back room that no ones knows about except perhaps for Igor who won't talk. Igor helps Dr. Cranium at night and she thinks he's up to no good. There was some kind of scandal with the burgomeister's grandmother long ago... Otherwise nothing new. So, I did some shopping.

I bought five rations -- avocado and garlic sandwiches... I also got a shopping bag, another clove of garlic, a couple candies, oil, the broom and pie pan. Basically something of everything she had on offer. Better to have now than need and not have later!

I was a bit of a loss for what exactly to do next. So, I decided to go try talking to Igor again. Maybe I could get the key or clue about a key for Dr. Cranium's door off him? I couldn't even ask him about anything to do with Dr. Cranium, but when I asked about rumours he said he not know anything, he not know Olga's husband ran off years back. Oops.

I've heard about the cemetery a few times now, so I decided to go see if I could find that.

On my way I got startled by a hawk. Then I arrived at the cemetery and a gravestone got hit by lightning?? Which startled me again. I couldn't see anything significant about the grave though.

A climbable tree.

In other words: Not Me.

No. This was said so gravely too.

Aside from that, there was also the Borgov Crypt of which the door could be interacted with. Surprisingly my Open spell worked and caused more lightning strikes but those could just be a special effect (narrator's words, not mine!) and I entered...

I looked at the Borgov crest, but I assumed I'd need more information first...

I found a keyhole in one of the knight sculptures so I was thinking solving the crest may reveal a key for it? I still tried an Open spell but it was locked by stronger magic than mine.

I checked the crest again and while poking around it I guess accidentally got a hint to check the way the family name was given outside the crypt. When I kept fiddling it warned me not to do that unless I needed another hint. Whoops. That said as soon he said it I realized, Borgov as in: Blue, orange, red, green, orange, violet. I still went outside to double check I hadn't missed anything else, and Igor was here. Not much to tell me though except he has the key to the crypt, but don't disturb it. Well, too late for that and I don't need they key which he wasn't about to give me anyway.

Borgov in colours was indeed the answer and it did reveal a key which I used on the statue which revealed a path deeper into the mountains that led to a castle chamber.

Um, I don't know if I should be doing this, but I guess I'm here now!

I found a bent candle on the chandelier that opens the passageway back up, so I was relieved to not be stuck at least.

I tried one of the doors and it creaked loudly. So... oil may be in order here. Nothing happened this time, but... But everything was loud and scary. I could also look through all the doors' keyholes or listen at them.

I went through a couple rooms and found a tower and got attacked by bats. And I got poisoned. And I have no form of healing... nothing to do but press on! Even though I don't know why I'm here!

At the top was a room with a bookshelf on top of which was a crooked crest I could turn for another secret passage.

This place felt huge. I felt lost quite quickly. The poison wore off though.

A stained glass wheel pattern. That may be important... I didn't figure out how at this time.

The other door led to more tower stairs down, and goons at the bottom. As I turned right back around to get out of there, I got to hear a conversation and it's probably a damn good thing I oiled the hinges. Though I may have missed a death. I didn't think to reload to try. I was basically a walking ball of tension in there the whole time.

The Master is a She. There's a kid they like but she's being kept all the way on the other side of the castle. And...

Ad Avis... they don't like him. Good to confirm he is here.

They're guarding a dungeon even though it's empty (good to know), because that's their job and what else would they do?

I guess I needed to find my way to the other side of the castle.

I found another interesting room. There was even some money in the cabinet. They'd all been empty so far. More importantly:

A giant safe. I used my Open spell, which set off a small explosion... I took some damage but survived. That said, let's try that at a distance this time. Yeah, that was better.

15 crowns! That's a whole lotta money. A pity about the papers being deteriorated.

Moving on, I had a ghost pass through me, eek.

(once again, questioning if I should even be here...)

I found the main hall. From there a bedroom that appeared not to have been used a in a long time for the dust on everything and the mortared up window. There was a chest. I went for it. A ghost appeared.

It turned into a fight.

I got my ass handed to me.

I tried again with a Calm spell (you never know) and an Open spell which set off another trap, but the ghost attacked again. Leaving that place alone for now.

From the main hall it was a quick way back to where I started. On one hand, good. On the other, uhhh what now? I got a little information, but I didn't exactly find anything though I may have missed some rooms.

Still, the sun was starting to get low and I didn't want to get caught out at night, so I went back to town. Maybe I'd be able to get new info.

I was able to tell Olga about the Gatekeeper--turns out he's Boris Stovich, so her husband wasn't just dead or gone like I thought. He's a good for nothing according to her and if I see him again to tell him "he's a lazy louse and swamp scum besides." I suppose I should go talk to him again too. The next day... when night isn't coming.

She wants me to to keep telling her about my adventures. Someone has to stay informed. Or be ready to gossip. She's definitely been my rumour mill here.

Which, speaking of, I asked her about rumours. The innkeeper's daughter was stolen by the gypsies, she thinks.

The last Borgov disappeared under suspicious circumstances.

About vampires: it's said the strangers at the castle are never seen by day and can't stand the smell of garlic.

About Nikolai: his wife went missing before even Olga was married. Probably eaten by something. He's been crazy since.

I went to see the burgomeister. He still seems exasperated and mistrustful with me but getting more willing to talk! I asked about Mordavia and got some more information. There's a lovely lake southwest of town that used to be popular but he doesn't know what it's like now. Southeast is Erana's Garden.

If I get caught at night too far from town I should get there for safety. He doesn't really want something to happen to me; he is warming up! I assume this is like Erana's Peace. He didn't want to talk about Erana's death though. He even said to be careful in the forest when I left!

Back to the inn with me for more garlic and veggie stew. And another talk with the three farmers. They waxed poetical about elephants when I asked.

They used to herd them. Wonderful times. Good times. Lovely creatures, except when kicking down houses in over-excitement. Sad times stop talking about it.

They remind me just a little bit of the men of low moral fiber in Secret of Monkey Island...

I decided to go to bed but it wasn't late enough to actually sleep the night away so I did some experimenting with magic in my room where I am allowed to cast. And I tried to levitate.

Potential to levitate in and out of my window at night? I waited around until night and tried. It did work!

There didn't seem to be much around at night right now, but at the monastery I got:

There wasn't anything different inside.

Still, knowing I can levitate in and out of my window to get in and out at night when everything's locked up is very good to know. The ledge below the window I was paranoid is maybe for thieves and fighters?

After that little nightly stroll, it was bedtime.

Day 3. I figured since I didn't know what else to do, I'd go check out some of these points of interest. I'd like to know about that lake and I definitely wanted to find Erana's Garden asap. There was also the gypsy camp... And I wanted to go to talk to Boris the Gatekeeper.

Before I left town I did a quick round of NPCs and got a little more about the monastery from Igor.

Then it was time to go.

Boris first.

I told him about Olga. He blushed, but then added that she was always opinionated and he got tired of her complaints.

So you just vanished on her??

Nothing more came of that. At least not yet. Maybe I'll be able to talk more about him with Olga when I'm next back there.

I really wanted to find Erana's Garden next. Besides curiosity, given how often I went to Erana's Peace in the first game, I can only assume knowing where the garden is here will be nothing but a good thing. Plus there could be something useful there.

So, next time it's really time to start exploring this place. Garden, lake and possibly camp. Or whatever else I stumble over anyway.

[cupkayke]

TBH I totally forgot I had a tumblr account until like... a few weeks ago. Holy shit reading all my old reblogs and posts is a time capsule. I didn't really have a niche until the boueibu fandom, and man, what an experience that was. Is anyone from back then still here?

I'm debating on curating a new feed on this blog or if I'll create a new sideblog for my new interests, or perhaps I won't use tumblr at all still. But uh, just in case anyone is still here and I pop up on your dash, might as well reintroduce myself: I'm Cupkayke! (Also known as KaykeBitez or Kelsey). Since I last logged into this blog I have left my retail job, went into marketing, got married, and a whole bunch of other shit. I'm still really into Tokyo Mew Mew (ESPECIALLY THE REBOOT AHHH) but my major fandom at the moment is Baldur's Gate 3. I was big into BNHA for a hot minute but that's kind of fallen by the wayside now that the sassy vampire and the entirety of the Sword Coast have taken over my brain. Am I back? Maybe. But anyway. Hello again tumblr!

[olderthannetfic]

https://www.tumblr.com/olderthannetfic/732374288116613120/all-this-talk-of-groomers-reminds-me-of-the-time?source=share&ref=_tumblr

I had a similar experience, though not in a fanfic space specifically.

I'm a trans man. When I was like 17 I didn't know that you could be a trans man but online I would "pretend" to be a guy, except every now and then I would take little forays on secondary accounts of being "honest" about my gender, but I had some weird ideas of what a normal girl was supposed to be like, so I really hammed up the ingenue thing and gave my age as a year or two younger.

One time, on IMVU, I got a message from someone who's entire profile page was fat lesbian porn. She basically tried to talk me into lesbian cybersex and tried to take advantage of my persona not knowing anything about sex or lesbianism (IRL I might have not known what trans men were, but it sure wasn't the first time I'd seen porn).

At the time, it left me very disturbed, because it was easy for me to just go "oh, I had no idea girls could do that tehehe. Ok, I promise I won't tell my mom" and then log off and forget it, but I worried about what would happen if someone like that had gotten hold of an actual sheltered fifteen year old.

--

For all that there's a lot of boy who cried wolf online, there are also a lot of creepy-ass people trying to cyber with people they see as easy pickings.

[ask-zerotrio]

Clavell strikes me as a man who knows how to dance. What's the most memorable moments regarding dancing for you guys? :>

[SEARCH QUERY: "Dancing"]

[ACCESSING ZERO LAB LOG: #0187]

"Sada? What's wrong?" Clavell asks, dropping his books and many files in a pile to kneel in front of his colleage and partner.

She flinches at being caught crying, but Clavell's soft concern causes her to break down, curling into his hug. He holds her steady, hushing her with comforting words and combing her hair back gently, napkin at the ready to wipe her tears dry.

When her sobs ebbed into hiccups, she turned to him to explain.

"I'm just scared-" Sada whispered, voice vulnerable and small and not like Sada at all. "Worried- afraid- whatever."

"I know we've already talked about it, but what if-" She bites her lips. "What if- after I have this baby, everything changes?"

"I'm not ready to abandon my research- I don't want to be just a mom."

"You're not, you won't ever be. You're still brilliant Professor Sada, regardless of what anyone thinks." Clavell reassures her, just as he did years ago, when she stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the many men in their field of study.

With their starchy collared shirts, woolen sweaters and ties, Sada had embraced grunge fashion to "stick it to the misogynistic snobs". It worked, but it was awfully isolating as well.

That was, at least, until Clive happened.

Hard to be the center of attention when the usual nerdy wallflower of the class suddenly wore a black leather jacket, chains and ridiculously over-gelled hair.

"I know, I know." Sada breathed in, letting the emotions slip away into a much more manageable anxiety.

Deeming her alright to leave alone for a while, Clavell left. Sada assumed he had gone to check on some rather time-sensitive experiments, only to look up…

… and find Clavell donning a giant Pompadour wig.

She exploded into laughter, standing up to poke and prod at it. He was wearing suspenders, and a bowtie too.

"Where did you get all this?!" Area Zero didn't exactly have shops for party accessories.

"A secret." He winked, and Sada fought against snorting.

"Care for a dance?" He asked with a deepened voice, extending his hand with a dramatic flurry.

Sada giggled, charmed and touched in equal measure.

They were making history together in the depths of the Great crater. Though unscientific and of no academic value, being Area Zero's first dancers was fine too.

[END LOG]

//In reference to Clive dancing with @ask-the-kid-arven : PIC. Hehe. Technically Arven met + danced together much, much earlier.