#if you think of anything else I'll add it

[nickythehickey]

*emcee voice* hello sfth fandom, by the request of myself and literally four people (hi @not-an-idiot @very-confused-alpaca @chaostributary97 @bbatcat), i give you

my best attempt at a list of disability representation in the sfthverse

*for the purposes of the list, "disability" includes physical/mental/developmental disabilities, neurodivergence, chronic illnesses, and mental health conditions

*i went through and added as many as i could think of but easily could've missed some. also i can't get the patreon rn so there's no patreon exclusive characters, sorry. if you know of some more feel free to reply/reblog and i'll add them!

canon (either explicit or heavily implied)

bubba (inside the mysterious cube) is stated to be an amputee with prosthetic legs

peter steven (the milkman) is stated to have adhd; granted its a throwaway line but i think it's true. since adhd has a large genetic component, that implies that either janet or david or both likely also has it- my money's on david since peter seems to mostly take after him

post mortem, L (the creak in the attic) is mute and uses mime/sign language and possession as forms of aac

donnie (the detective vs. the christmas tree bandits), my personal blorbo, is explicitly stated to have adhd and a seizure disorder- likely photosensitive epilepsy based on the mentions of the lights in the strip club. "i was never good with numbers" could be interpreted as dyscalculia as well. frankie may also have adhd bc again genetics, but if he does he can mask like a motherfucker

chip (the cardboard stegosaurus) has an unspecified seizure disorder (although i can't find one that turns you french), and while she isn't present, we learn that his mother marie-claire was suicidal

queen of representation that she is, amanda (clarissa's diy wedding) is all but confirmed to have prosopagnosia, or face blindness

according to divorces and teddy bears, the entire north pole elf population has adhd. congrats on the diagnosis luke i mean snowball

"that one gas station man" as @doodle-ratz called him (the pilot's final flight) is blind

mrs jeffery (the milkman) was blind at the beginning of the scene, they ended up not going with that but she probably does still have poor vision

the bartender (the hare who wore a sweater) slut dropped so hard his knees exploded, and that's now a sentence i've said on the internet. im.... not sure what to count this as tbh, but as a person with vague undiagnosed joint fuckery myself, he makes the list regardless

they don't like... SAY IT say it, but john hobson (the creak in the attic) with the whole "thunderstorm killed my parents" thing probably has ptsd. like yall see it too right

based on body language, granddad (wine under the bridge) appears to use a walker, suggesting mobility issues

headcanons (still implied like at least a little bit but mostly up to interpretation, this is mine)

*(this one's messy, its more me sensing vibes than anything else, there's almost definitely some projection in there, honestly you can disregard it if you want. spoilers its mostly autism bc that's me)

frankie (the bard with a scar) says that he can't run fast, maybe implying mobility issues? i like to think so

i don't think their ages are ever established so i may be completely off base and they're just meant to be children, but jimmy (toby's secret pocket) and jeffery (party quirks) are both autistic teenagers/young adults to me. jeffrey specifically bc he reminds me immensely of how i acted the first and only time i threw a party

i get... a vibe. from titch (the unrelenting aubergine). im not sure what it is, but its there

fellow autistic people yk how there's this weird kinda split that happens where when you're a kid people think you're mature for your age but then once you're older people think you're immature? yeah johnny and janae (the neighbor's under the bed) are the extreme incarnation of that dichotomy

someone in the comments of ballet on the battlefield pointed out alexa stimming after she befriends janusz and i love that so im saying she's some flavor of neurodivergent

troll-son (wine under the bridge) probably has some kinda allegory for something idk

because of the way i visualize character designs for sfth, pretty much any character luke played while wearing glasses (like andrew (all eyes on nigel) or fullset o'hands) also wears glasses. im not gonna list them all just know they're included

i've been working on this list for seven hours. i feel like sysiphus (thats a very smart reference). im going to bed

[theotherrookie]

"Cyclists are fizzy drinks." That made a lot of sense, actually. The information was dutifully filed away and gave Erica something else to think about while they continued with their looting. Catching a speeding cyclist would be a nice challenge.

That could be one way to test another one of her new tricks...

"Carthage didn't want us to be anything like what we are now. So you're both correct." Willow replied, "And I'm glad you were able to break away from that situation as I am that my own brothers were able to upgrade from being fugitives and partners in crime to being a happy family."

"Willow's brothers are nice!" Erica chimed in, "They're also Rook's bosses over here but way older than ours."

That made her wonder whether there were more Russells, Travis and maybe Simons out there. Though she made sure to keep her thoughts to herself. The brothers had their fair share of the esoteric already.

"Yeah, we don't know where they have been." Erica agreed, before offering Travis the key, "I can't drive. You can have it."

While she could have done without the noise of glass shattering, it was music to Lucien's ears. Fragments of Five's attack still disturbed his dreams, but perhaps they would cease now.

Lucien nodded. "Yes. Although, this would be even better if we could get our hands on that chair he was seemingly so fond of."

Rook would have loved setting it on fire, at least.

Erica grinned, then reached to take one of the tactical masks. "I'll keep one for target practice. You know, I'll put it on a mannequin, maybe add a clown nose so it looks more like Five before I flushed him. Something like that."

Rook let out another sigh. She was exhausted more than in a physical way, but she had to speak her mind there.

"I guess it has to do with all the things I got told growing up. A part of me thinks there's really something wrong with me and that I'm going to screw up." And for that, she only had to thank Rick. "I know it's not true, but it's hard to shut up that kinda thing. I haven't been doing it for that long."

She was making an effort to think positive and listen to whoever insisted she was good enough. It just took a while to get used to and she was also trying to come to terms with some changes her magic had prompted.

Someday she would open up about why she resented her wings so much, but for now Rook was content simply stealing another quick hug. The fluff of her mantel muffled her voice.

"I'm not the best at showing it but it means a lot to hear that. I didn't get to hear this kind of thing a lot."

Almost not at all, all things considered. Her failed father had always been stingy with compliments.

Rook then let go. "Well, I better get to the arson now..."

Veronica was glad to see they seemed to agreed on how to best treat Frosty. More than anything, she was glad all talk about petty pranks had stopped when it became clear a couple of bandaids and an energy drink wouldn't be enough to send the young mage on his way. The ghost lady could think of many reasons why he wouldn't be welcome home and too many of them could be the consequence of Five's direct interference.

In any case, the spray bottle wasn't necessary anymore, thus was stored back in her bag.

"Five's abilities are almost entirely new to me as well. While this isn't as severe as what he has used on Lucien, I feel we may be able to solve this by adapting one of your recipes again."

If it ain't broke and such. Veronica watched Antonio at work now that she finally had the chance to do so. It was fascinating but being a literal wandering soul, she made sure not to get lost in that swirling abyss.

Frosty would have done so as well if he hadn't reacted too slowly. The truth was he hardly needed to be persuaded to go back to sleep. Though now he too hoped it wouldn't be as bad of a time as earlier.

Veronica carefully checked his pulse, then nodded approvingly. "Very well. Let's take him to Erika. He can safely rest in the pocket while we go have a nice night out in the city."

"Variety is good!" And Erica appreciated that she was being humored. Most people started questioning her logic and that was very much not the point.

"I have noticed that mistakes are sometimes necessary in order to learn." Willow replied, "I almost lost my brothers once and that served as a reminder that family can't simply be cast aside until your earliest convenience, or managed like another company asset."

It used to be easier to do so when it was still just the five of them. But even with the facility and the children to look after, they still tried to make time to be together even for just a meal.

The shadows were dispelled once the crane was gone, leaving Erica free to have a closer look at the scattered belongings in case there was something unsafe to handle. It turned out her hunch was right

"...Oh no." She raised her hands, motioning to keep a safe distance. "Don't touch these tools! There's Ratchet's smell on them."

It was only fair everybody would know. Erica then shoved some notes aside and snatched a car key off the table. Now they could steal Five's car in a funnier way than feeding it to the void.

Willow quietly retrieved a box to store the books they were taking. They were going to the same place as the car, but half of the entertainment for Rook was digging into the pile for anything of interest. Presentation did indeed matter.

Lucien gladly drew his baseball bat and joined Russell. He aimed for a row of vials still waiting to be filled, then took a moment to savor the feeling.

"I know he will buy another one, but this feels great."

He almost felt like he could breath a little better.

Rook made to climb off Bill's back once they reached the roof, moving carefully so her spikes would not ruin his outfit. She took a moment to check their surroundings, before looking back at him.

"It's not much. I just..." She let out a tired sigh, "I've always been worried of losing control and hurting those around me and it's been hard to even look at Five. He's all those things and he likes it. He made it too real."

Rook trailed off as the memories of her time under Five's influence threatened to resurface.

"...But at the same time, it made me feel better." she then added, "Because I know what went wrong with him and know what to watch out for and I... just needed to say it out loud. I might still not be nice to myself in the future, but I feel a bit better for now."

She didn't dare adding that she felt a bit bad for Five as well, not after everything he had done. For now, a promise that she would try not resenting herself for being what she was as much would suffice.

Veronica was glad to see Frosty wasn't trying to fight back as they tended to him. He didn't do as much as flinch when he was sprayed and raise a hand to shield his face. That alone was a struggle in his current state. The best he could hope for was to pass out and not have to endure for as long as he could whatever they were really planning for him.

"Well, a cup of my special tea is in order, but we should wait a few more hours for that. His abilities have been tampered with enough, we would risk causing permanent damage." Veronica replied, "The best we can do right now is tending to his physical injuries."

Toxins aside, Frosty was going to feel very sore from the beating he took before going berserk.

"For now, though, sleep is the best medicine for him. Would you mind tending to that, Antonio? Erika told me that's a specialty of yours."

[imsobadatnicknames2]

hello, your post made me wonder and I think you are a good person to ask this. Do you know of any ttrpgs about language specifically? Learning it, losing it , making it, anything? Thank you!

Unfortunately not that I can recall right now?

I think the closest thing I can remember rn is OZR, a minimalist OSR ruleset where the PCs' abilities are represented as "traits" (which are essentially adjectives such as "Tough", "Strong", "Charming" or "Sneaky") which give you advantage on actions where they're relevant. When you level up, you can add a new trait to your character, and when you take damage you have to cross out one trait from your character sheet, making you unable to benefit from it until you rest and recover. You die if you take damage and don't have any more traits left to cross out. While it's not about language in a thematic sense, it is about language *mechanically* since one of the main mechanics is your character gaining and losing adjectives that describe them.

Other than that, I guess I'll tag @theresattrpgforthat to see if they have anything else to add :p

[syluslvrgirl]

BAD GIRL GOOD GIRL

pairing ─ policeman!caleb x civilianfem!reader contains ─ MINORS DNI, fem!gendered terms, use of y/n, good girl/bad girl, lots of pet names, spicy content, basically just p no plot, no established relationship, slight degradation, teasing, kind of roleplay, unprotected p-in-v, handcuffs, oral (m and f receiving), missionary, very forward reader, some dom and sub dynamics, kind of fluff at the end, all strictly fictional word count ─ 4.1k about ─ when you accidentally mistake police officer caleb for a hooker, things take an interesting turn!

notes ─ heavily inspired by caleb's farspace fleet outfit sO IMAGINE THAT INSTEAD OF A NORMAL POLICE OFFICER UNIFORM. my first time writing this type of content!! i think i put in the right stuff in the contains section but let me know if there's anything else i should add. hope you enjoy ;)

The lights were glaring and the music was pumping throughout the club. You and your group of friends had dressed up to the nines for your birthday, booking yourselves a little table in Linkon City's hottest nightclub. The DJ was playing some banging 2000s hits and you couldn't contain your excitement as you drank shot after shot, drink after drink. And if that wasn't enough, you and your girls had decided to take the party to your apartment, blasting out music from your tv speakers and dancing around to your heart's content.

The girls soon left one by one clambering out of your apartment, still giggling and high off the energy of the night. They mentioned a 'special surprise' that they had prepared for you, not giving you the slightest clue to what it was. You thanked them all for coming as they left, opting to spend the rest of your time awake and cleaning the mess that had now accumulated in your apartment. You could worry about washing up after all of that was done. 

Ding dong. The doorbell rang accompanied by two sharp knocks at the door. You looked at the clock which was now nearing 3am. That’s odd? Maybe one of the girls left something here, you thought. Hurrying over to the door after hearing another knock and an "Excuse me", you looked through the peephole only to be met by a tall, violet eyed man in a stunning police officer uniform. No fucking way. You had spoken to the girls multiple times about liking men in uniform but you didn't think they would send you a male hooker dressed in uniform for your birthday. Opening the door, you gave the man an innocent smile.

"Hi officer. What seems to be the problem?" you questioned, head cocked to the side.

"Hello ma'am, I'm Officer Caleb. I’m just here because there's been complaints about the noise coming from your apartment." he declared, eyeing your figure and the inside of the apartment. You were a sight for sore eyes and the way your eyes fawned over him had him drooling just a little. However, he had a title to uphold and a job to do. He couldn't risk it all over a precious, gorgeous thing such as yourself, could he?

"Hmm? A noise complaint? I don't know what you mean Officer.....Caleb." you drawled with a grin, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ears as you drew your eyes from his badge to his lips. This man looked delicious, absolutely ravishing even and if you were right he was all yours for tonight.

"Ma'am what was your name?” Caleb asked, eyes gazing into yours.

“I'm Y/n.” you answered, holding his gaze.

“Well Y/n I think I'll need to take a look inside your apartment. Extra precautions you know?" Caleb insisted with a smirk, his arm propped up against your apartment door. 

"Of course sir. I'm a law abiding citizen. I would never disobey an officer of the law." you answered with a giggle. Opening your door, you stepped aside to let this handsome stranger walk in. He took his hat and badge off, surveying the area. Wow this man is really into his role, it's kind of hot, you ogled as he walked around your living room.

"Anything else you need to check out? I've got a whole lot more to show you." you slyly asked, eyes perked up to meet his. 

"You sure about that pipsqueak? I'm off the clock in a few minutes. You mind waiting?" he questioned, eyebrows raised. 

"Sure thing Officer, anything for you." you breathed, fingers trailing across his chest to meet his tie and pull him in towards you.

"A little impatient aren't we?" he chuckled with a slight shake of his head.

"What can I say, I really like a man in uniform." you emphasised, not once taking your eyes off of him. Caleb was flattered to say the least. Throughout the many years working as a police officer, never once had he been so enamoured by such words from an attractive woman like yourself. Maybe it was the boldness in your actions and that fucking cute smile. He wanted to know exactly how those pretty lips would look wrapped around his cock. 

"Why don't you show me to the bedroom then? Nothing like a little routine check to make sure everything is in order." Caleb suggested still peering at your lips.

"Right this way officer." you purred, pulling him by his tie to the direction of your bedroom. You dragged him in before pushing him towards the bed, jumping onto Caleb and straddling his waist.

His hands landed onto your waist, before pulling you in for a deep kiss. Both your lips moved rapidly against each other, whilst your hands ran through his hair, tugging at it before going to the nape of his neck. The kiss was hot and heavy, your tongues delving deeper into each others' mouths, hands hastily grabbing at whatever they could. You two kept going with no breaks for air as Caleb slowly leaned back down towards the bed, bringing you along with him. You broke free from the kiss, eyeing Caleb and his muscular body.

“So Officer Caleb, are you satisfied with your routine check of the bedroom? Anything else you need to do?” you smirked, noticing the lipstick stains Caleb was now sporting on his own lips.

“Unfortunately I don’t think I'm done with my routine check just yet. Someone has been a really bad girl. I'll need to conduct a strip search." Caleb answered, hands roaming all over your body. He quickly flipped you over onto your back, causing you to softly yelp from the sudden movement.

“I think I want to start with these.” he whispered in your ear, hands cupping your breasts from over your top and softly massaging them. 

“Definitely officer, I can help with that.” you replied, taking your top off, revealing to Caleb your cute lace bra. Caleb began peppering kisses from your lips to your neck, all the way down to your bra.

“May I, Y/n?” he softly asked, motioning to the back clasp of your bra.

“Yea go for it.” you breathed, eyes fluttering at him. Caleb swiftly undid your bra clasp revealing to him the most perfect pair of tits he had ever laid his eyes on. Looking up to your eyes for confirmation, you gave him a small nod. Within seconds, Caleb had latched onto your nipple, sucking and flicking his tongue on one whilst he rolled and tweaked your other bud between his fingers. This sudden pleasure and sensation elicited soft whines and moans from your mouth. Caleb's hands and mouth were magical, sending electricity pulsing all throughout your body. 

“Mmm, just like that baby. I want to hear you make those noises. Let me know how good it feels.” he groaned. God you sounded amazing. He wanted to hear more. The sweet noises you made urged him to keep on going. 

“More Caleb, please.” you moaned, feeling a warm wet pool beginning to form between your legs. 

“Are you going to be a good girl for me then? Going to listen to whatever I say?” Caleb hummed, now kissing and leaving marks from your chest to your neck as he continued fondling your breasts.

“Yes, yes.” you replied nodding without any hesitation, hands making their way to tug onto Caleb's hair.

"Good. That's exactly what I want to hear." Caleb cooed, making his way to your lips. Once again, he pulled you in for another kiss. This one being more intense and more eager than the first. You melted under his hypnotising and yearning touch, both your tongues swirling roughly against each other. You wanted to move, palm the growing bulge you could feel pressing against you but you were in too much absolute bliss to be able to move.

"I want these to come off too. Still haven't finished with my strip search yet, pipsqueak." Caleb added smugly, now looking down at your miniskirt and tugging at the hem of it. 

"But you haven't taken anything off yet. It's not fair." you whined, pulling at his tie in an attempt to take it off.

"Nuh uh, hands off baby girl. You said you'd be good. Let me finish my routine check and I'm all yours." Caleb answered, eyes commanding you to back down as he held onto your wrist in an attempt to pry them away from his tie. You gave him a pout before following through, ever so slowly taking off your skirt along with your panties. Caleb's finger ghosted slowly to your sides, placing soft gentle kisses and leaving marks along the way to your core. He gently moved your legs apart, marvelling at the slickness coating your folds.

"I bet you taste just as good as you look right now." he praised before completely devouring you, attacking your sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue laid flat, flicking it with long, slow licks. You groaned, your thighs clasping around his head as your body sunk into sensation, responding to his movements. He clamped onto your clit, sucking and licking it like a man starved and desperate.

"C'mon now, what did I say? I want to hear you Y/n. Only good girls get prizes." he urged, eyes looking up at you whilst he continued swirling his tongue on your clit. His hands moved from your legs to your tits, this time doubling the feeling of pleasure as he continued tweaking and rubbing your breasts. You whined in response, your back arching as he continued ravaging you in the best way possible. Caleb began dragging long licks from your cunt to your clit. Tongue darting in and out of you, lapping up your juices. Fuck was this hooker good at his job. Your friends must've paid a whole lot of money for this package. 

"Fuck, you're making me feel too good." you moaned, looking down at the handsome man in between your legs. His eyes met yours, observing the way your eyes scrunched up and how your moans were shaped on your mouth. He studied you, seeing which licks and sucks elicited the prettiest expressions on your face, etching it forever within his memory.

"I'll make you feel even better in a moment. You're so pretty like this for me. Doing so well pipsqueak. Just a little bit more and then you can have your way with me." Caleb rasped, his hands now making their way back towards your core. 

Caleb's finger began burrowing its way between your folds until it came nestled into your sopping cunt. He purposefully dragged his finger slowly into you, causing a slight whimper to escape from your mouth. He ran painstaking slow circles within you, adding another finger whilst his tongue was still flitting over your now sensitive bundle of nerves. 

"Hmm I can't seem to find anything in here except your tight cunt. You're sucking my fingers in so nicely huh? Wonder how it'll look when you're sucking in my cock." Caleb taunted, teasingly grinning up at you succumbing to his pleasurable movements. 

"Mhm more please Caleb." you breathily let out. Your hands clambering from his hair to your bed sheets with your mind now a blur.

"What was that baby? I can't hear you. Speak up and I’ll give you what you want." Caleb smirked, still continuing his slow assault within your cunt.

"I want you to go a little harder please." you seethed. 

"That's my good girl. Since you asked so nicely, your wish is my command." Caleb grinned before moving his fingers faster within your aching centre, hitting just the right spots. He used his other free hand to rub circles around your throbbing clit.

"Fuck, Caleb. I can't think straight at all." you drawled, head thrown back with your eyes rolling back to your head.

"That's just what I like to hear." Caleb chuckled now, moving and rubbing at a slightly faster pace, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. The way you were writhing under him was hotter than any girl he had ever had and he wanted time to slow down for as long as it could. Your whines and moans echoed throughout the room, urging him to keep going faster and harder with his movements. He gave you another longing kiss, feverishly devouring you. You moaned into the kiss and the way you sounded almost made him want to finish in his pants right then and there, almost. 

"'M so close." you let out as your laboured breathing began mixing in with soft mewls. Your hands were grappling at your bedsheets, head spinning and reeling from all the build-up of pleasure. 

"You are? It's so cute the way you're tightening around my fingers. You gonna be a good girl and come for me then?" Caleb crooned and with those words you came undone by his hands. Your body trembled in delight, head thrown back and riding through the tremendous waves of gratification for what felt like forever. Your body was a temple and Caleb had just paid his dues in worshipping in it. Slowly your eyes fluttered open as you came down from your high. 

Looking over at Caleb you ogled his fully clothed body, still clad in his tie and slacks with his handcuffs dangling from his belt. 

"Wanna use them?" Caleb asked, taking off the handcuffs and dangling them in the air. The silver metal glinted in the lights, calling out to you.

"Oh you don't need to ask me twice." you answered eagerly, grabbing the handcuffs from him before looping your arms around his neck.

"Sooo Officer Caleb, since you've had your fun, I think it's my turn." you declared, a mischievous gleam within your smile. Your hands moved to his wrists, locking the handcuffs around them so that his hands were now cuffed up behind his back.

"Hmm, are you going to make me feel good then?" Caleb questioned, smiling at your cute attempt to take charge. Still he'd let you have your way and then he'd show you who really was the one with all the power. 

You straddled his hips, hovering slightly over the bulge confined in his pants and deliberately grinding your hips at an achingly slow pace. Caleb hissed in response, violet eyes glaring into yours. You giggled before leaning into him, engulfing him into another kiss. Both your mouths melding into one another, drawing out soft groans from Caleb as you continued your slow-paced assault against his tent. You helped him undo his tie, unbuttoning his shirt as you continued to kiss your way down towards his pants. 

"Mind hurrying up there?" Caleb grunted, eyes now searing into the way your hands slowly, but surely, began to undo his belt.

"You took your time with me, what's wrong with a little payback?" you teased, unzipping his pants and finally pulling his boxers down, freeing Caleb's twinging thick cock. It was so fucking pretty. Perfectly shaped and curved, a smidge of precum leaking from the top with veins perfectly intact.

"Are you just going to keep staring or what?" Caleb smiled smugly as he noted how you looked at him in awe.

In response to his comment, you gave little kitten-licks on his lip, savouring the taste, eyes peering into his. Your tongue swirled around the top of his cock, teasing him, drawing him in and making him want more. He moaned, bucking his hips in an attempt to get his cock deeper into your mouth. You pulled back and Caleb's aching cock was met with the cold air of your bedroom. 

"C'mon pipsqueak, you can do better than that." he frowned, upset with being denied the pleasure of sinking his throbbing cock into your sweet, sweet mouth. 

"Say it with a please at least." you jokingly scoffed.

“Please pipsqueak." he pleaded, eyes clouded and full of need. You answered him by licking from the base of his cock to the tip, spitting onto it so you could lube it up. You began sinking your mouth onto his cock, using your hand to pump him from the base upwards. Fuck this man was a little too big. You bobbed your head up and down trying your best to breathe through your nostrils as your hand continued stroking.

"Fuck baby, you're doing so well. Be a good girl and try to fit all of me in your sweet mouth, pretty please?" he groaned as your mouth went slack, moving deeper down onto his cock and feeling the tip hit the back of your throat. Caleb let out a throaty moan as you carried on sucking and caressing him, making him see stars as he closed his eyes. Your mouth let go of Caleb's cock with a pop before staring up into his daring eyes.

"Can I ride you?" your words came out as a whisper, barely registering in your head what you had just said. Caleb's ears perked up, a smile carved onto his lips.

"I thought you'd never ask pipsqueak. Be my guest." Caleb answered, moving his legs wider to give you space. You positioned your dripping cunt over the tip of his cock, slowly but surely easing yourself in. A hiss slipped out from Caleb's lips whilst a whimper escaped from your mouth. He was stretching you out, moulding his way into you. You took short deep breaths, sinking yourself further down to the base of his cock.

"That's it baby, you're doing so well for me hm?" Caleb drawled, the feeling of being so deep in you was doing things to him he couldn't comprehend. It was a perfect fit. Like you were made to fit him, an exact piece to his puzzle. 

You began to move, your hips grinding against Caleb's and soft moans eliciting from your mouth. To Caleb you looked like heaven, no you were heaven. If he had died and this was what greeted him up in heaven, then he wouldn't have it any other way. Your hips were driving him insane and if he wasn’t so concentrated on trying not to finish so quickly, he would’ve already been a goner. He couldn’t take being unable to move anymore and ever so secretly undid the handcuffs just exactly like he had been taught within the police academy. Within seconds your back was now on your bed, Caleb’s cock still in you, his eyes now held a mischievous glint in them and his face was adorned with a smirk. 

“Huh? How did you even..?” you gasped in shock, confused at how he had undone his handcuffs so quickly.

“They teach you a lot of things at the police academy.” he grinned with his hands now massaging your hips, slowly easing his way in and out of you, evoking short, sweet gasps from you.

“Please Caleb.” you let out, grasping at whatever pleasure was rippling through your body.

“Please what? Gonna need you to be more specific baby girl.” Caleb mused, peppering kisses all along your neck and chest. 

“Need you to move please, Caleb.” you groaned, pouting at his minimal amount of movement. He was teasing you, provoking you to want more from him. And in truth, all you really wanted him to do was fuck your literal brains out. 

“But I am moving.” Caleb taunted, torturing you with his painfully slow movements.

“Just fuck me like you mean it Caleb.” you answered back, now glaring at him instead. 

“Your wish is my command, princess.” Caleb beamed before absolutely going in. His hips snapped against yours, his tip hitting just the right spots that sent your head reeling and your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He showed no mercy, suckling at your sweet skin as though tonight was his last night on Earth and everything he did needed to count. 

“Hmmm you’re so fucking pretty like this.” Caleb let out, panting and grunting at every word he gasped through his breath. You moaned in response, hands moving to latch around Caleb’s neck, leaving scratches behind his back as the satisfying way his cock hit right at your cervix had your body leading up to another high. 

“Mmm right there, it feels so good Caleb.” you mewled, cooing praises into his ear. Your words of affirmation motivated him more, rousing him to move in a more circular motion and prompting his movements to grow at a steady pace. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you and closer into you. 

“Can’t get enough can you? You just want me deeper and deeper inside don’t you? Gonna go so deep you won’t be able to forget how I feel baby girl.” Caleb moaned, the feeling of being squeezed and absolutely absorbed by your soft walls was sending him over the moon. 

“Caleb, ’m close again.” you drawled, feeling your high getting closer and closer, a building tempo increasing within your clenching walls.

“Fuck baby, me too. You’re gonna have to stop clenching so hard I won’t have enough time to pull out. ” Caleb replied, feeling too good at the way his cock was rubbing so nicely against your cervix, his own nerves bundling up inside him. 

“Can’t help it. Feeling so good. Gonna come soon Caleb.” you stuttered, your voice barely a whisper before finally the feeling of being tipped over the edge, hit you like a wave crashing all throughout your body. Your back arched in response, letting out one final gasp and after a few more thrusts, Caleb's high followed along with yours, pulling out and spilling himself all over your stomach and breasts, groaning in the process. You still had your arms around his neck, before you pulled him in for another kiss.

“Holy shit princess, that was incredible. Let me get you cleaned up. Where’s your bathroom?” he asked, sweat now prominent on his forehead and hands frantically looking for tissues. 

“I’ve got tissues on my desk. Bathroom’s right next door, there should be a spare towel there.” you answered with your limbs sprawled out on the bed. Caleb rushed to grab the tissues, slowly and carefully cleaning himself off from your chest and your stomach. He ran to grab your towel, wetting it and wiping you down ever so gently, a stark contrast to his headstrong persona in bed before. He cleaned himself up with the spare towel, making sure he chucked both towels into your laundry basket before settling down right next to you.

“You don’t mind if I stay the night, do you? I know we don’t really know each other but-” Caleb began, hand running through his hair as his eyes darted around.

“Be my guest. After what we’ve just done, I'd say we’re definitely a little closer.” you giggled at his shyness, wondering where exactly Officer Caleb had gone. He was a stranger, yes, but by now you had definitely broken all the ground rules on stranger danger. Plus a man who had treated you that good in bed was surely a man worthy of being allowed to stay over. Caleb moved under the covers, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you into his chest. The lull of his heartbeat and the way he stroked your hair pulled you into the most peaceful sleep you had ever had. 

Ding dong. Your doorbell was ringing, disrupting you from your wonderful slumber as you cocked your head up from Caleb’s warm chest. Who the hell was it at this hour? You grumbled to yourself, grabbing your phone to check the time. Your phone read 1pm whilst flashes of birthday messages, photo tags and more were flooding through to your notifications. Not wanting to wake up Caleb, you moved slowly to the door, peeping through the peephole just like you had done last night. There in front of your door stood a man in an awful looking police officer costume. 

You began frantically messaging your friends, wondering to yourself who it was that was at your door. Surely your friends hadn’t hired two hookers for you. After last night you knew you couldn’t handle nor wanted anything more. You received a reply back:

‘Must be your surprise! He said he was supposed to come last night but he got delayed. Enjoy ;)'

Your eyes widened. If the man outside was supposed to be the hooker your friends had hired for you, who the hell was the man who had fucked you oh so good last night? Eyeing the badge Caleb had left on the kitchen bench, you opened it up, only to be met with an official Linkon City Police badge and the name Caleb Xia boldly printed on it.

Oh fuck.

[mydoctordrivesatardis]

Intro

I have a random, fun idea/activity thing that I thought of. Doctor Who-related, since that's my current hyper-fixation. It's sort of like a tag game but instead of tagging people, I'm just going to type a list of questions and then whoever sees this and is interested can go ahead and join in!

It's just going to be a list of fun questions and stuff. (You'll see what I mean further down).

Some Further Details

No tagging people means that anyone who doesn't like being tagged in stuff won't have to worry about that.

And also no one will be excluded or anything so long as people.... Notice I posted this, lmao.

BTW, if anyone wants to add more questions or has any kind of idea(s) to make this more fun, that's also more than welcome!! This is collaborative! I can only think of so much on my own!

Anyway, under the cut (because this is going to get kindq long I'm going to include a list of question (and then I'll add my own answers in a seperate reblog).

Okay, now here are the questions I've thought of (so far): you can answer all of them or just some of them. You can just pick one, if you want. You can do it however you want to! You can also add a/some question(s) of your own (and answer them or don't and just let the next person answer instead).

There are only 3 very simple rules to this whole thing:

1. Have fun!

2. Don't worry about anything

and 3. Be kind and polite!

The Questions

1. Starting with a simple/common one: If you have one, what is your favorite Doctor/Doctors? Why? If you don't have a favorite/favorites, why not?

2. What's the first episode of Doctor Who you ever remember watching?

3. Which Doctor Who actor/actress would you most love to meet?

4. All the different incarnations of the Doctor have different personalities. Which one do you think you would get along with best? Which Doctor has a personality that's most similar to yours?

5. Have you seen any of Classic Doctor Who? If not, do you want to watch Classic Doctor Who, at some point?

6. Which incarnation(s) of the Doctor is your LEAST favorite(s), if you have any? Why?

7. Which Doctor Who companion(s) is/are your favorite(s)? (if you have any) Why?

8. What about your least favorite companion(s)? Explain that, too.

9. Are you caught up on the current episodes? (Meaning everything starting with the 2005 reboot/9th doctor and on).

10. Do you listen to the audio dramas? If so, talk about your favorite(s). If not, would you like to try them sometime?

11. Have you ever read any Doctor Who novels? If so, talk about your favorite(s). If not, would you like to try them sometime?

12. Do you have any merch? If so, feel free to share some pictures! Is there any merch you don't have that you would like to get?

13. Have you done any doctor who cosplays? If so, and you're comfortable doing so, share pictures! If not, are there any Doctor Who cosplays you would like to do?

14. Is there anything else you'd like to share? Any questions you'd like to add? Feel free to put whatever here!

Outro

I'm going to wait to add my answers. I'll reblog this in a bit and add my answers.

[cordelianewman]

All I know was that it was around the 1920's and things like that. Feel like it's like anything, slang just pops up and either it sticks or it doesn't stick. Have you heard what some of the kids say today? It's definitely not as sweet or cute as 'bees knees' I can tell you that much. You're going to try and make it so that that slang comes back through our children? I don't know if that's going to work for you but I will say that if it does I'll give you all the credit. Definitely for the great head of hair and unlimited access to blueberries and no other possible reason. Mean why do you think I hitched myself to you, access to the blueberries and the possibility to have more blonde hair, blue eyes babies. This is why you'll end up getting banned from the parks when you tell them their little boys deserved it and you'll teach the girls to do it again. I bite you in a very different way than I did back then, thank you very much, and if you're not careful I won't bite you in the ways you like now. You may have been the one to put a curse on yourself, or maybe it was the both of us. Because I definitely cursed a lot with your name involved and some things I said. Life just said there's no better than Cordelia for you and will fuck with you every step of the way. The fact that you even looked when you had the actual Cordelia right back at home, kind of offensive, I'm just saying. You don't replace this. No need to punch him you know he's a good guy and now I can say I dated the quarterback and the tight end, so basically every cheerleader in high schools dream. Pretty sure Rafael might threaten you if you turn his business into a makeshift florist by sending me too many flowers. Exactly we're going to take in animals and make sure they're given good homes and treated properly and have a good life. Good because if you expected me to become a weird crunchy mom, that was going to be a hard no. The pipeline of crunchy mom to ... worse things is not on my to do list. I want to be the cool mom who every one else's kids are jealous of. That's my goal in life, and think I'm succeeding so far. Do kids still use snapchat? I don't know if that's even a thing anymore, like I know it's still around but do they actively still use it? I know snapchat is like the one app that I couldn't stand trying to figure out and use. I will take Tik Tok over Snapchat any day even if I know they're for different things. See we equally spoil each other, maybe in different ways but spoiled and satisfied seems pretty good in my opinion. Think it was definitely for the best that we didn't cross paths when you were both married, it wouldn't have been good either way. It's like anything we'll figure it out, and the kids will all grow up together with their cousins and everything like that. I'm not too worried about it in the end. Look at the Newman name now going to have a whole bunch of kids, may only be from you and Lucie but still, that means the Newman name is going to live on for a long, long time. The thirties and forties are the new cool time to start families, haven't you hear? You're doing things right when you're deciding to build a whole new family unit at this age. You can have all my pizza, I'm just not feeling it the idea of super greasy? Now endless garlic bread sounds like where it's at. They also have those really good mac and cheese bites and chicken fries. Appetizers galore and something tells me I'll be the boys favorite person tonight when they try and skimp some of my food too. Babe, it's cute that you think you're daddy but there's no way I'm calling you daddy in bed, so think twice about that dream you're conjuring here. I'm daddy when I want to be because it's a whole vibe, and then add in I'm definitely mommy but we can leave those words for the kids because I'm pretty sure a ton in town already think we have parent issues. One wrong person hears and they're putting us in couples therapy for all the wrong reasons.

Unfortunately… Google can't pinpoint the exact beginnings of why it became popular, so I'm just going to have to make something up if they ask why people say it all the time. But when a bunch of 1920s slang comes back around and our kids know what it all means and get cool points from all of their friends, they'll have dear old dad to thank, and that's pretty cool. My mom married my dad for his great head of hair that he would pass down to all of his kids and also free blueberries to make all of the muffins she wanted. That's what dad told me, though. I suspect she might have loved him. Hell yeah, and when their moms call to complain about their precious little boys, I'll tell them that I raised a precious little boy, too, and he didn't push girls down in a sandbox, they'll survive. Oh, you absolutely bit me. You still bite me, do you want me to find some marks to prove it? Because I'm pretty sure that I can… I think I put a curse on me when I left town and tried to find you in everyone that I was close to. And for what it's worth, there's not another one of you anywhere in this country, and believe me, I looked. I haven't run into him since you told me about the two of you, and now I feel like I'm going to shake his hand and also want to punch him, but also thank him for taking care of you and it's a very weird, conflicting sort of emotion. I had to remind myself that sending you flowers every day was going to be excessive and to just send them on the first day, but there will be plenty of special occasions that I can send you bouquets on. I think that's the thing -- what you said about animals that need homes? I want our farm to be like that. Twix, Willie, they were adopted, Beanstalk was from an auction, the donkeys were from a farm where they needed a home, the new pup will be a shelter dog… the Newman Farm for Wayward Souls. We're not naming it that, but you get what I mean. God, no, when we're hungry for pizza, we're ordering it, and you're not making our kids handmade cereal every morning. That's true, unless he gets a girlfriend out there that knows how to cook, or if the one he has now goes to college with him, but I think he'll still come home to cook with you, it's kind of become your thing, you can tell it's special to him. Be on the next plane and have our phones in hand twenty-four seven. I think he knows that. And you know that he and Colton will be talking non-stop, either through snapchat or … whatever else kids use these days, I'm a little out of touch. I loved you for you. Didn't matter if you were struggling or if you had it all together, I just knew that I found you again and nothing was going to take that away from me, even if it took us a little bit to get to the part where we figured that out. Yooou, yes, you do. You very, very much so spoil me, and I am an incredibly happy, satisfied husband. I always think about that, what would have happened if you crossed paths when she and I were married and … probably for the best that we don't know. We do, I want our kids and their kids and Archer and any other future kids to have each other, it's a small town, there's no room for bad blood, we both know that. Before you came back into my life, I thought the Newman line would come down to Colton and Colton alone? And then there was Rosalyn, and then Lou had the little man, and then Cienna and Shawn, and now we're trying to have a baby, and then on your side, your brother's having kids, who said someone's late thirties and forties are uneventful, honestly? I'll eat your pizza, I'm starving. The boys decided that they were going to run me through drills this morning, and I actually really kicked a lot of ass, but shit, I forgot how much I used to eat when I was their age, not that you'd know it. It's alright, if you're tired, sleep. I got the kids in bed and the house locked up and it gave me some quiet time next to you to catch up on paperwork. Ah, I see. You want me to tuck you in? So I'm daddy tonight.

[remcadll]

Gen obsessed with how.. *dead* your Jason's color pallete is. Like, that's corpse pale right there. Not a spec of blood left flowing in there (also father Todd's skin being full of color in comparison is a nice touch)

THANK YOU I love making him look a bit ghoulish. Guy who's not supposed to be alive but yes he is. no he isn't <3

[lazylittledragon]

Heya, feel free not to answer if this is uncomfortable, invasive or you just don't want to :)

I'm a trans guy and I'm, after top surgery, hoping to get laurel wreaths tattooed over the scars with florograpgy accents.

Do you have any advice for someone who's never had a tattoo before? Anyways to deal with pain, common courtesies for the tattoo artist, how the actual session goes, etc.?

Love ya,

Quimble

THAT'S A GREAT IDEA also absolutely!!!

don't stress about it or worry about being 'too much', for someone's first one i will talk through every single thing i'm doing and there are no stupid questions or too many concerns. also don't worry about twitching/flinching, it's not your fault and we know how to work around it

your artist should never make you feel bad about ANYTHING!! you can move the stencil as many times as you want and we don't care about your body or what you look like. if you need to take a break it's fine, if you need numbing spray it's fine. i would honestly rather slightly inconvenience myself than make you uncomfortable. as long as you aren't intentionally wiggling around the entire time or being a dick to the artist, you're all good.

yes it is going to hurt but it probably won't be as bad as you think it will be. when i got my first one i really hyped myself up and was very underwhelmed by the pain aksddfjfdj

bring something with you like a book or headphones if you need a distraction (as long as the tattoo placement allows it). i'm quite chatty most of the time but if you want a quiet session/no smalltalk you can ask for that

the actual session will go something like: show up, look at the design, make any changes if you want, test it out for sizing, put the stencil on and make sure you like it, then start the tattoo. afterwards they'll go through all the aftercare with you and either put on second skin (a film that sticks to your skin and protects the tattoo) or wrap it in clingfilm

if they haven't specified when you book the appointment then ask if it's cash/card/paypal etc and if it's cash, try and get it out BEFORE the tattoo appointment (just a time saving thing). also tipping is never expected but always Extremely appreciated :))

please please PLEASE tell us if you don't like the design/want to change the placement etc. personally i would be mortified if i knew someone didn't like what i'd done and didn't feel comfortable telling me. it's there forever so i want you to like it!!

[dogwhizzer]

acting student getting sick over how well developed the falsettos characters were largely because of their original actors. like obviously it originated from the mind of finn and lapine but you don't understand how much a good actor adds to the scope of the character... inventing physicality, voice pattern, mannerisms, quirks... specific objectives and interpretations... and they got to work with those characters intimately for YEARS... over a decade! i mean the thoroughness and collaboration that obviously went into each character when you watch how the obc portrays them like god.... they know those damn characters! those are their babies. their creations

[radiovalentine]

IT'S ONLY-

I've definitely not tried to delay posting this for a long time now l o l But I do know that I didn't wanna post it after February ended so here we are now ;v;

Enjoy some yellow-coloured mind chaos I tried to make in ungodly hours of the night by yours truly <3

[quailxcrossing]

IS MY COOLDOWN OVER,,,,

SNIFFLES hiii 📻 + lucjan,,,, if there are no lucjan songs then hii please give me the crumbs I'm so interested in this guy

Faking this god it can't be good for Ana's safety, Ana hear me Ana baby, I'm not crazy Oh, Ana, oh Ana.

Lucjan has such a crazy song lineup, there's a cover of an ABBA song and a Charli XCX song in there, so I will go for the Mother Mother! which is actually Rlioch's song, but its about Lucjan and Alto but we're talking about Lucjan

i can give crumbs, i'm heavily conflicted all the time if Lucjan is a character i wanna go "ah fuck it, here's everything" or if i want to keep some moderately covered up for the Aviary comic i would like to make someday, somehow

so here's some lil lucjan tidbits :3 - he was indeed the previous owner of the property that Aviary Park resides on! before Rlioch took it over and turned it into his personal social experiment; it was if anything a hippie commune. Lucjan got the land from his father, who was also running it as a hippie commune, Lucjan was raised there, allegedly. it was just kinda a chill place where the fringes of society frolicked in the edge of a massive dried-out canal. Lucjan didn't consider himself the leader of the place, but he did have some authority, it being his land. but he was very chill - Lucjan was an incredibly talented musician for absolutely no reason. its actually extremely annoying. he could just jam out on anything with no warning, it pissed Rlioch off. rlioch had no jam. - Lucjan always wanted Rlioch to jam. I can't exactly get into how they met or why they met or what Rlioch is doing here, in a HIPPIE COMMUNE, but he has his reasons. lucjan found rlioch to be really funny and amusing, even though rlioch never tried to be - Lucjan is the kind of guy who makes out with his close personal friends, and he is always like this. of course if the friend is chill with it! but there was actually a lot of drama when Lucjan was alive, because relationships got messy whenever Lucjan was involved because Lucjan was literally just being some guy. he likes to hold hands with people. he never really dated anyone, the closest he ever got was creating an official polycule with Alto and Alto's bf Paxx, but then Lucjan died and Alto got extremely fucked up and horrible. so that didn't happen. - the first time Rlioch and Lucjan found each other in Tuesday, Rlioch actually didn't kill him right away. lucjan was alive for a long time, but eeeee ummm SOOOO when Rlioch killed him, it was to put him out of his misery, so to speak. Lucjan had accepted Rlioch wasn't his friend up until that point, although he did truly think he was just helping Rlioch for a while. In Revive, when Lucjan dies, it is far before Rlioch expected him to. Rlioch doesn't remember Tuesday- neither does Lucjan! but Lucjan dying in that moment was actually a shock to Rlioch, he had intended to keep him alive for longer- which i think really fucked up Rlioch way more than he intended. i think he misses him, a bit. he's grieving, in a weird fucked up way - in Waffle Fries, Lucjan remembers Revive, but he doesn't remember Tuesday! he doesn't remember how he died, and this is what gets me. he thinks about his death for a long time, very often. he tries to wonder how it could've happened, and when. surely, he thinks, he died happened hours after his last memory. his last memory is standing with Rlioch in his house. Rlioch is talking, and Lucjan doesn't know what. but he remembers feeling content. he is with his friend. Rlioch wouldn't hurt him. in reality, Lucjan's memory cuts off 10 minutes before his death. Rlioch will turn on him very soon, and those 10 minutes will be the worst of his life. Lucjan not remembering them is a great mercy I've given him.

Oh, Ana, I'll be with you still You are the angel that I couldn't kill.

[meownotgood]

Would you happen to know where I could get info on machine herald viktor’s lore a bit? I know of the autobiography & house on emberflit valley (great little story) but not much else… people say there’s a great deal of lore but can’t fin much else besides those… There’s only so much content with our wonderful metal man as is… ><;;

of course dear anon... unfortunately, it's just that there isn't much lore to begin with... but I will link all machine herald contents that I know of for you...........

I know you already mentioned it, but here is a link to viktor's old biography, because you can't read the pre-arcane version on the league website anymore! house on emberflit alley is also archived here, my personal favorite piece of vik lore.......

I'd also recommend reading jayce's old biography, it gives a little more info and another perspective. if you want to know more about the glorious evolved, which is the cult that follows viktor, they show up in the weakest heart, which is one of camille's stories. it's in the middle portion if you don't want to read the whole thing (but I'd recommend it, just because it's one of league's best stories in my opinion haha). also read blitzcrank's bio! that's vik's child!!!!

viktor and jayce have a story in legends of runeterra, and vik also shows up for a bit at the beginning of vi's story. the last thing I can think of is the convergence comics, it's mainly about ekko but viktor also appears. this one I'd take with a grain of salt tho because imo viktor is very out of character here LOL... (he's kinda just an evil super villain that mind controls people)

[airborneice]

couple doodles of the sillies

[littlekingbergara]

it makes me so ridiculously happy whenever ryan refers to shane as his best friend. they don't even have to say it, that man IS his best friend but hearing the words come out of his mouth is everything. but sometimes i feel like it's not mutual? like, ryan's been shouting how shane's his best friend to the world, even made him his groomsman (was he the best man?) but why do i lowkey feel as if shane doesn't reciprocate that? obviously shane's been saying how he's his friend and has defended ryan time and time again, but is shane ryan's best friend but ryan isn't shane's best friend? or maybe compared to ryan, shane really is just privy with his personal life? (also ryan isn't even one of shane's groomsman]

i don't wanna look deep into their relationship because they're real people but yaknow

shane was not ryan's best man but the fact that ryan wasn't in his wedding should nottt stick out to you as support for shane not reciprocating ryan's feelings or whatever. ryan had ten people up with him at his wedding and shane had four. ryan's wedding was a lot bigger than shane's and there are so many other factors that go into choosing those people that ryan not being in it cannot possibly be a statement that he doesn't care about him the same.

you're definitely right at the end tho shane is more private with his personal life. and they are real people with a private friendship as well as their public one and we have no way of knowing what goes on there but i definitely Don't think theres any one-sidedness or uncertainty or unevenness about where they stand with each other.

[sporco-filth]

update on the slob game

the game has 30 days, but to save myself work i've coded the game so that there 11 different day 'types' and I've coded it such that they appear in an order that creates an appearance of randomness:

(It's actually pretty cool: it's based on the factors of each day)

each day has different events, although the options for actions is pretty much unchanged.

the point of me saying this is that I've already finished half of the days (there are some issues to fix with them but the main work is done). I've also pretty much fully planned out what the event variations will be, so that side of the game is pretty easy to do

now for the less good news (but not bad news): I have quite a lot of background drawing to do and sprites to work on and that tends to take a lot more time than the coding, especially now that most of the hard work for the coding is done

It depends on a lot of factors, but I feel more optimistic that this can be done. I'd say it could take up to two months, maybe more, but a playable (though maybe imperfect) version should be ready by the end of the year.

Again, THIS DEPENDS ON A LOT OF THINGS and I have a lot keeping me busy in my life, but as long as i can muster up the motivation to work, I believe I can do it.

[my-burnt-city]

Welcome. Thank you for coming to see my gay little collection of antiquities 🏺🧡

Cast change master posts: C1 departing - C2 incoming

Fandom terms glossary

Accessibility post

Dealing with the heat

The Fall of Troy (A Requiem) track listing

The White Cypress menu

Punchdrunk shows I have seen