#jasmin's junk

[thegardengrows-infrozenrain]

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[thegardengrows-infrozenrain]

it took seven hours and three french fries but they did eventually manage to get him and his dollar store-ass crocodile tail out of that swamp

and yes he absolutely painted over that sign himself. that's what the stains are. (well, that and mud. can't really crawl around in a creek pretending to be a croc without getting at least a lil dirty)

alt ver, with unedited sign:

[gemsandjunk]

I don’t think edna is ever associated w/ butterflies throughout the musical (STILL don’t have the script) but like. she Should Be

[undaughtered]

soooo excited for junk iii to come out and not just because it features a bunch of my work 😳😳😳

[ravensuperr]

Prompt: Gotham Baby Switch Mystery (DCXDP)

Gotham City is in chaos. Major breaking news has just surfaced: a nurse or doctor (your pick) has been involved in switching the identities of nearly 200 babies over the course of their career. Gotham PD, working overtime alongside other police departments, has been investigating the swaps. The authorities now have a list of affected families, and the shocking implications are that the child you’ve cared for, loved, and raised with all your heart may not actually be yours. Worse yet, the child you buried may also have been someone else’s.

Among the families affected? The Wayne family. And, understandably, the Batfamily is freaking out. The questions are piling up: Does this mean we have a brother or sister out there in the world? Why hasn’t Bruce told us about this? Chaos ensues.

Bruce Wayne, however, is left with only one certainty: the child he and Talia al Ghul had together, a baby born prematurely. The child spent days in the ICU, and the doctors were hopeful, but ultimately, the baby passed away. That tragic event had driven a wedge between Bruce and Talia, and she cut ties with him. When she became pregnant with Damian, Talia did everything in her power to ensure that her second child would survive to term, determined not to lose another baby like their first.

Faced with the turmoil of this new revelation, Bruce does the only thing he can think of: he calls Talia. He tells her about the baby swap scandal and asks if, given the news, she’d like to meet the child who might be their lost son or daughter. Talia, understandably, is furious. Her emotions boil over. The trauma of burying her child, only to now be told that the baby may not have been hers at all, is too much to bear. Her first instinct is to kill the person responsible for causing this pain.

Still, Talia decides to take Bruce up on his offer. If the League of Assassins and Batman work together to gather information, she wants to know the truth. And of course, Damian has just discovered that he may have an older sibling—and he’s determined to meet them first. He’s not going to let anyone else in the family get to them first, calling dibs on being the first to see the once presumed-dead sibling.

Two months had passed, and there was still no new information about where in the world Bruce and Talia’s child was. However, since the news had broken in the U.S., many of Bruce’s friends had stepped in to help. Lex Luthor and Oliver Queen suggested that Bruce's child might have taken a DNA test, as it was becoming increasingly popular among adopted or orphaned individuals who wanted to find their birth parents or potential siblings—whether through sperm donation or other means.

That’s when they discovered that a 14-year-old kid from a small town in Illinois had done a DNA test. This was how Bruce, Talia, and the Bat family found out that their lost sibling—whom they all assumed was a boy—was alive. The confusion had arisen because, when she took the test, Danny had used her nickname, Danny Fenton, rather than her full name, Danielle Fenton, which led everyone to assume she was male. In contrast, Jazz, her older sibling, had written her full name—Jasmine Fenton—on her own test. So, when the Bat family found the results, they expected a boy but were unaware that Danny was, in fact, a girl.

However, Danny and Jazz’s parents, Jack and Maddie Fenton, had never opened the letter containing the letter explain the whole affair. . It had been sent to the Fenton household, but it was discarded as junk mail, with the Fentons assuming it was another complaint about their family, specifically Jack and Maddie’s eccentric, often controversial, scientific endeavors. No one realized the importance of the letter until much later.

The test results showed two key revelations that shocked both Danny and Jazz. First, the two were not biologically related at all. They were not sisters by blood. Second, the test revealed that one of Danny’s biological parents had Middle Eastern ancestry. This was a detail that Danny hadn’t known, nor had she ever suspected.

Meanwhile, as Danny was undergoing a strange and painful transformation, gaining her ghost powers and becoming a half-ghost, she unknowingly shared this moment with a significant event taking place far from Amity Park. On the other side of the world, John Constantine was battling demons. During one such fight, a particular demon expressed an intense fear, saying, “Are we really going through with this? I thought Lady Gotham would never agree to it. Hell, most of us demons don’t want to deal with her wrath.”

Constantine, intrigued, asked, “Why would a demon like you be afraid of Lady Gotham? I’ve met Batman and his insane family, and honestly, half the time, I don’t even believe they’re mortal. But what does Batman have to do with you? He doesn’t even know you.”

The demon paused, clearly shaken. “There was an event where Cronus ( Clockworks) called together all the demons, all the powerful beings, into the infinite realms. During that meeting, Cronus ( Clockworks) revealed one truth: the Ghost King will wake from his slumber. And only a warrior—not from the land of the living, nor from the Infinite realm—will be able to defeat him. This event will happen in every timeline Cronus has seen. But the parentage of the warrior changes with each timeline. This time, the warrior’s parentage is what scares us. Nobody wants to see the wrath of Lady Gotham.”

Constantine narrowed his eyes, sensing the gravity in the demon’s words. “What are you talking about?”

The demon continued, fear lacing its voice. “The decision that was made—bringing this individual, this warrior, into the fight—has caused a ripple effect across the ancient realms. Some of us, those who are eternal, those who have never known death, have already overstepped. Even some of the observers—beings who are supposed to remain neutral—have meddled. Now we have to deal with the consequences of our actions. And it’s not just us. It’s the entire infinite realm. We’re all doomed. Let us pray, Constantine, that the Ghost King never awakens. For when he does, and the warrior defeats him in single combat... that will be when all of our fears come to fruition. It will be the beginning of the end.”

Constantine’s stomach turned as the weight of the demon’s words settled in. “You’re serious, aren’t you?” he muttered under his breath.

“Deadly serious,” the demon replied. “What they’ve done… is beyond repair. And the worst part is, they didn’t even realize it. The actions of the living—specifically Lady Gotham and her vigilantes—have overstepped a boundary. The warriors of Gotham, the protectors, the police, the citizens—even the Joker—are all unknowingly playing a part in this colossal mistake. It wasn’t Darkside, or any of the other cosmic threats or even Supernatural threats that you and those Heroes have faced, that will bring about the end. NO It’s this one misstep. One moment of carelessness. One action, and now it’s too late.”

Constantine stood there, his mind racing. “This prophecy... It’s not just about one person, is it? It's about the whole damn city, the whole damn world.”

The demon nodded grimly. “Gotham is the key. And once the warrior rises, once the wrath of Lady Gotham is unleashed, nothing will stop it. Cronus himself is holding an emergency meeting about this, trying to figure out how to deal with it. And let me tell you—things are not looking good for anyone.”

Constantine cursed under his breath. He realized that the situation was far worse than he could have ever imagined. If the demon was right, and this prophecy was truly tied to Gotham, then they were all in serious trouble. And what terrified Constantine the most was the thought of Batman finding out that someone—someone he loved—was being manipulated, consciously or not. Batman didn’t care about the methods or the reasons; if anyone he cared about was caught up in a scheme like this, the consequences would be catastrophic.

“God help us,” Constantine muttered, more to himself than to the demon. “Because if this gets back to Gotham… none of us are getting out of this alive.”

So if this post gets a lot of likes I will make a part 2 continuing the story. Because this is something that has been stuck in my mind I just want to share it.

[zeestarfishalien]

Unwanted Farewells

[Day 5 DPxDC Week: Jason Todd // Soulmate AU // Funeral Rites ]

• Anger Management ship (Jasmine Fenton x Jason Todd) No relevant warnings beyond the usual DP stuff

Jazz has always had it the worst. Danny might have been the one to die but Jazz is the one who lost not only her soulmate, but her little brother too. It doesn’t matter that he’s still around, he knows the grief weighs on her sometimes. She overcompensates by being a massive mother hen and general pain in the neck but he tries not to get too upset with her about it.

With Dani with an “i” fresh out of high school and Jazz’s birthday coming up soon, he wants to do something special. He spends a lot of time bribing Ghost Writer in order to research his idea out.

It’s probably the most time and effort he’s put into a project that wasn’t about space.

Proposing the idea to her is the one big thing this all hinges on. He’s not 100% sure she’ll be on board with this but he’d like to try.

And trying is what kicks off the first part of his plan. It’s a little awkward to bring up the fact that he doesn’t have a grave and would like one. It’s almost physically painful to see the grief it brings to Jazz’s eyes. She tries to hide it but Danny has always been able to read her better than he lets on. It’s part of the process though. He needs her to see how this goes and feels. How it’s a celebration of life and honoring those who have passed and not just a somber reminder to the living of what they’ve lost. He needs her to see what it means to him. And what it would mean to her soulmate.

He makes the grave marker of course. They’re not about to buy one when he has the strength and abilities to carve it out himself. He makes sure that it’s vague unless you know him. No names, no identifying markers like age or dates. It’s simple and meaningful for him.

{May he rest here between walks among the stars, our friend and brother beloved}

From there it’s pretty much all fun and games. Literally.

Same brings the games while she has Tucker pack out the food. It’s a combination of some of Grandma Ida’s homemade desserts and various junk foods. Even Tucker brings some cookies his mom helped him figure out how to make.

Jazz is in charge of the drinks while Danny and Dani handled all the decorating. It’s a combination of solidified ectoplasm, his ice, and various flowers they’ve gathered and strung together in a flower chain.

It’s a smashing success and he sees something in Jazz release. Some niggling worry or grief she carried that is no longer there.

Now, he decides, it’s time for part two.

What throws part two for a loop is when Dani with an “i” brings up that she’d like a grave and proper funeral rites as well.

It’s not a setback. Definitely not when he sees how much more relaxed and content Jazz is at Dani with an i’s wake.

It’s only a couple days from her birthday when he brings it up. The funeral practices for soulmates are as varied as they are sacred. He proposes her options via a PowerPoint he put far too many hours into.

By the time he finishes rambling, she’s got this sort of startled look on her face.

He twists his shirt in his hands as he stands awaiting her judgement. The longer she’s silent, the more convinced Danny is that she’ll reject the whole thing and not talk to him for a month.

Okay, maybe a week but still a week is a long time.

Suddenly Jazz is crying and oh ancients he’s really messed up this time. She’s not even mad just straight up upset by his offer.

But then she’s hugging him, telling him she loves him, and thanking him.

It’s not as hard as Danny feared to actually track down the location of a Jason Todd who died before Jazz reached 16 (she never wanted to look him up before, didn’t want to know what she was missing) and the day before her 25th birthday Danny, Dani, and Jazz all pile into her little car to make the drive to Gotham, homemade foods in tow.

Danny and Dani made sure to swipe one of Vlad’s special rich dude credit cards to fund their trip and the stop at multiple flower shops to get enough flowers to make flower chains and crowns for all of them.

It’s closing in on evening, the day of Jazz’s birthday when they finally roll up and upload everything. They didn’t bring any lights, but none of them really need much light to see for eating food and drinking sodas. Jazz brought some jasmine tea and an extra cup to place on Jason’s grave. They make a funky, dark evening of it, but finally Jazz grows more somber and keeps taking long looks at the gravestone so Danny and Dani decide to make themselves scarce.

They’re about halfway across the cemetery when out of the shadows steps the looming menace of Red Hood.

“The fuck are you doing at that grave?”

It’s not his voice or his tone, but the sub vocal ghost speak that makes Danny and Dani freeze up ramrod straight.

That’s a revenant and they’re trespassing on his resting place without permission.

So of course like any sane person, Danny says something stupid. But he just can’t believe out of all the ridiculous coincidences to exist in the world, that Jazz’s soulmate is undead like him seems just too far to believe.

“Jason?”

Almost late despite having the day off work bc I had to go shopping and bc of where I live, shopping is essentially a full day affair. This is shorter than I’d like it but I also kinda enjoy where it ends XD imagine their next moments however you please or feel free to add onto this.

[charcoalhawk]

Thanks for the memories (even though they weren’t so great)

Backup truce gift for @ecto-stone , I had a lot of fun with this, and I’m putting your prompt at the bottom so as not to spoil the fic.

Right now Jack and Danny are moving boxes out of the attic, appliances and other gifts he and Maddie had bought to help the kids get their legs underneath them for their first place.

But of course both of them have the bad habit of getting distracted easily so it’s taking them three times as long as it probably should. Jack is currently distracted by a book of the kids' baby pictures while Danny is sifting through a box of Jack’s old college junk.

Title is from Thnks fr th Mmrs (Thanks for the memories) by Fall Out Boy

Warnings: none

The days leading up to Danny moving out are bittersweet.

Jasmine had left in a whirlwind of boxes two years prior, her car stuffed to the brim as she insisted she could make the drive on her own. In the end she had let Danny tag along in his own beat up car to help with moving in, but had insisted that Maddie and Jack wouldn’t need to come.

Danny’s not moving nearly as far, only the next city over to go to their community college, but he and his friends had begged to be able to rent their own place rather than make the hour-long drive every day to classes.

Right now Jack and Danny are moving boxes out of the attic, appliances and other gifts he and Maddie had bought to help the kids get their legs underneath them for their first place.

But of course both of them have the bad habit of getting distracted easily so it’s taking them three times as long as it probably should. Jack is currently distracted by a book of the kids' baby pictures while Danny is sifting through a box of Jack’s old college junk.

“Oh I remember this one!” Jack says for the tenth time, shifting to show Danny the picture, “you begged and begged and begged us for a telescope, and we had fooled you into thinking we had forgotten, and then we told you there was one more present up in the observatory, you ran up here to see the latest model telescope all set up for you.”

“Oh yeah, I think I spent the rest of the week sleeping up there? I just remember mom having to bribe me with glow in the dark stars on my ceiling before I stopped sneaking back up here.”

“Speaking of Danno, you definitely have to come around for Christmas. I know as a kid we didn’t make it the best time for you and Jazz but at least come Christmas Day for presents.”

Danny gives a terse grin and nods, and it makes Jack's heart ache and bloom in equal measure that his kids are so forgiving. And speaking of forgiving, that gives Jack an excellent idea.

“Maybe we can even invite Vladdie over as well! I’m sure he gets lonely in that big empty house of his. Maybe he can bring some of his stash of decorations and we can properly bedazzle this place for the holidays.

Danny gives a disbelieving snort and scrunches his nose when Vlad is mentioned, but Jack can’t help but shift in place as he shakes his hands out, imagining his whole family all in one spot, he can barely contain his excitement at the thought.

“Ol’ Vladdie loved Christmas! I remember waking up November first to our entire dorm being decked out with decorations, and he always won best dressed at our college Christmas parties.”

Danny’s still staring at Jack like he’s grown two heads, so Jack shifts so he’s closer to the box Danny was sifting through.

“Here, there must be an old photo book in that box, I’m sure the picture I’m thinking of is in there.”

Danny shifts around the two large varsity jackets and old certificates, finding a semi-thick book near the bottom.

“I remember putting a book like that together for Vlad while he was in the hospital, I remember we couldn’t go in to see him so I asked the front desk if I could leave it with his things. Thinking back now I hope they didn’t lose it somewhere, Vlad’s stuff was all in quarantine so they had to store any gifts somewhere else.”

The first couple pages are mostly filled with pictures of the campus itself, but as they continue both Vlad and Maddie start to pop up with more and more frequency. Finally the weather in the pictures turns cold, and there are pictures of Christmas lights and a heavily decorated dorm room.

And then- there it is.

It’s a picture of Vlad, definitely drunk, leaning against Jack with a huge smile on his face. One hand is high in the air waving to someone out of sight, and the other is curled around Jack’s neck holding on for dear life.

Jack is Dressed in a fuzzy green sweater with the words ‘mistle-foe’ stitched on. And Vlad is wearing a striking red cocktail dress, with white fuzz at the wrists and skirt.

“I think that was the year that Mariah Carey song came out, Vladdie would sing that every morning in the shower at full blast, annoyed the snot outta our neighbors.

Jack grins fondly down at the picture, absently brushing the edge of the book to fix some imaginary wrinkle.

Danny pulls the book towards himself in disbelief, and Jack shuffled back to the box he was picking through.

“I hope you and your friends can make memories like this, and definitely remember to send us plenty of-“

But when Jack turns back Danny is already clamoring down the attic stairs, photobook clutched in one hand while the other frantically fishes his phone out. As his head disappears down to the house he can faintly hear Jazz from the phone’s speaker.

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Prompt was- Vlad in Mariah Carey Christmas dress

[kelcemenow]

As The Snow Falls - Chapter 1.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 1007

Warnings Nothing much in this first chapter, just setting the scene!

CHAPTER 1

You took a deep lungful of cool, fresh air as you looked up at the beautiful wooden lodge in front of you. You dropped your bag next to your feet and shielded the bright sunlight from your eyes as you took in more of the sight.

A gentle squeeze of your shoulder interrupted you, "It's gorgeous isn't it?"

You smiled to Kylie, "Oh man, yeah. You're so lucky!"

"We don't get here as much as we'd like to but hopefully that will start to change." She raised her voice and leaned her head back towards her husband.

"Yeah, sure." Jason was struggling to carry the vast amount of luggage from the trunk, "Hey, honey? You wanna help me out here?"

Kylie laughed and jogged back to the truck before stopping and waving down another vehicle of vacationers, quickly disappearing in the opposite direction to guide them into the driveway. Jason hung his head and groaned.

"Hey, I got you." You smiled as you made your way closer to him, grabbing the handle of a bag that was slowly slipping from his grasp, "She's just excited!"

You had met Jason in your classes at college and you two quickly became close, forming a solid friendship group with friends Jasmine, Marc and Amie. You were all incredibly proud of Jason's successful football career and together, you would try to catch as many of his games as you could. Conflicting dates and locations would sometimes be a problem so you had all agreed to meet at least once a year for a big weekend reunion. It was Jason's turn this year to organise the trip this year and along with Kylie, arranged an incredible stay in their ski lodge in Vail.

"Yeah well, there'll be no skiing for me when I break my back carrying all of her junk!"

You laughed and grabbed a few more bags, placing them down in the snow at the door to the house.

"Hey girl!" Jasmine sang as she ran towards you with her arms outstretched.

You pulled her in for a tight hug, "Hi! How are you? It's been forever!"

As you pulled back, she brushed some hair from her face, "Oh, I know. I'm so busy with shoots and runways and brand deals, it's insane!"

"Well, you can tell me all about it over a drink later, why don't you bring your bags in and grab a room." You called out to her as she made her way back to the car. Your eyes landed on Amie and Marc who were chatting with Jason, so you walked back towards the truck.

"Honestly guys, it'll be fine." Jason mumbled.

You furrowed your brow, "What's up?"

Amie threw her arm around you, "Oh, just Princess Jasmine driving me crazy the whole way here."

"And speaking of driving, she didn't even touch the wheel. Me and Amie had to do it all. 13 hours, Y/N...13 hours." Marc rolled his eyes.

You giggled, "Oh, come on guys, was she that bad?"

"Fashion week this, photoshoot that...I saved people's lives at work last week but do I brag about that?" Amie shook her head.

Marc laughed as Jason handed you another bag.

"Drink, anyone?"

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You relaxed back into the large red leather Chesterfield armchair by the crackling fire, cradling a steaming mug of hot chocolate topped with a generous shot of rum.

"Well, I think you guys should've won, it wasn't a holding. The ref didn't make the right call at all." Marc shrugged his shoulders.

Kylie hissed through her teeth, "Oooh, don't let Trav hear you say that!"

"Yeah, it's a good job he can't make it this weekend." Jason took a sip of his drink as he pulled Kylie closer into him.

You smoothed your blanket down over your knees, "Oh, did you invite him?"

"Yeah, I thought it would be cool, but he's got some event or something tonight. It's a shame, it would have been cool." Jason said.

Amie wiggled her eyebrows, "It would have been cool for Y/N."

You sighed and took a large sip from your mug.

"Wait, what?" Kylie squealed.

You rolled your eyes, "It was one drunken kiss back in college, which can I remind everybody was, like, a century ago!"

Kylie giggled as Jason smiled at you, "Trav had a little crush back in the day."

The group laughed loudly and you could feel your cheeks burning, "Oh, stop it Jason! It wasn't a big deal, it was in a game of truth or dare and we were just kids!"

"Aww, leave Y/N alone!" Amie shouted above the clamour.

"Amie, you brought it up!" You laughed.

The sound of footsteps diverted your attention to the top of the staircase when Jasmine was adjusting her silk dressing gown.

"Is it just me or is it cold in here?"

Amie raised her eyebrows, "Maybe because you're wearing that! Go and put something on that will stop you from catching pneumonia."

Jasmine opened her gown as she descended the stairs to reveal a short silk chemise, her bottom lip protruding into a pout, "But it's cute!

You smiled and lifted your blanket, "Come on Jas, you can share my blanket."

"Thanks babe! So, what are we talking about?" She skipped over towards your chair and snuggled up next to you.

You opened your mouth before anyone else could, "Oh, just Jason's brother Travis who can't make it this weekend."

Jasmine lifted an eyebrow and looked over to Jason, "I didn't know you had a brother?"

Marc lifted his head from the back of the couch, "You really do live in your own little world, don't you?"

A gust of cold air flew into the room as the front door opened and a tall, broad man stepped in. He was wearing dark sunglasses and a black beanie hat, a smartly trimmed beard adorning his chin. Jason immediately leapt up from the couch and ran towards him as your heart skipped a beat.

"Alright now! Y'all can't have a party without me!"

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[theanharchist]

5’7 Portland Michael I see him as the archetype in high school as a best friend archetype and super popular with his camo friends that day with standard honor roll but then I would give him energy that he’s short at the end of the day by walking past him without saying hi but I already did in the morning so then the next day when everyone is there ten minutes early and I say hi I’d get ignored while he’s talking to his friends in a crowd. Then during lunch with his Zelda-loving friends he matches nerdy pitch with because the lunch doesn’t sync up with his actual camo friends…he’ll say hi. That’s all I have for this entry. He switches out shirts at his locker too depending on the group of friends. I’ve done the same thing.

Right now Michael is channeling into me as a writer I can’t believe I was writing about Seymour in Wingspan then I found out Adam existed and the Pinterest board existed before I found out he was a past mutual. Then Michael was written about last year by me as a specifically short heroine at 5’7 Aquarius character in Portland. He is the literal description it’s insane—obscurity but at a distance super alien and Aquarius. The evangelical blip matches him perfectly and then I wrote a blip about profession and what he does matches the vibe. But I also wrote Yuri into Centrix but there’s two Centrix characters. Michael also channels Yuri but 1/4 cup.

I made an emergency Emily Mariko bake with tuna, but organic mayo, seaweed flakes and cream cheese and that organic chilli sauce with jasmine rice in apple cider, agave and salt as that sushi rice. Plus scallions. It was so dank my sleep lasted 10 hours and I lost weight it was a cheat meal during this junk food cleanse. My face is healing rapidly because toxic Daniel doesn’t follow me because he’s a dirty Slav I got rid of from trying to be my friend and from my aura. I had enough money for a love boat for uber eats for one but my bank always slips with apps. So I had this delicious mouth watering worthy shrimp tempura cream cheese with raw tuna atop plus a rainbow California roll in my cart even though I’m straight and it flopped on the app. I had enough rice for a bowl at home and it sustained my spicy tuna craving. My parents got me health food sushi in the fridge I gotta eat now.

[breedingbigger]

🌸 introduction 🌸

hu! my name is jasmine 🌸

new to nsfw tumblr!

i'm an 18 year old girl with a fetish for pregnancy, breeding, body contrast, and being used by older men 💞

my dream is to have a man twice my age take away my virginity and use me as his housewife and baby factory 🍒

i am also a feedee 🌸 i have been gaining in secret ever since i joined tumblr and found feederism in 2021. I gained a little weight from lockdown (went from 100 lbs to 140 in 6 months) and heard of feederism through oomf. I am now 240 pounds at 5'5! My parents don't approve so I have to stuff in secret but I have a job to buy myself junk food without them knowing. I'm the fattest in my friend group and two of them have started talking about it more bc I've been buying more food with money from work. They got gym memberships for christmas and look so hot and skinny and it makes me look even fatter in comparison. I want to find a feeder to breed me and make me so fat they ask you what's wrong with me or a skinny girl to make me eat her food for her while she stays thin and I get obese.

I am japanese, mexican, and white 🌸 I'm bisexual 🌸 I have long black hair with side bangs (y2k) 🌸 I have big brown eyes with long eyelashes 🌸 I have my ear lobes and cartilage pierced and I will get more or less piercings you want 🌸 Girly fashion (size XXL) 🌸 full lips 🌸

Into: pregnancy and breeding, extreme feederism, age gaps, ddlg, free use, skinny girls who bully me, size contrast, eating my skinny friends food to take away the calories, hypnosis, hyper pregnancy, hucow, roleplay, patriarchy, cnc, dirty talk, anything you want

Not into: submissive partners

[novankenn]

Broken Slumber (1/?)

/==/

A mare is a malicious entity that walks on people's chests while they sleep, bringing on nightmares. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mare_(folklore))

(A/N - As I looked further into it Nightmares, which are also known as Mare or Mora. These are all beings that cause bad dreams, and sleep paralysis while draining the lifeforce/vitality of their victims. So this story will cover a generalization of all those entities.)

/==/

Jaune was exhausted. The trip to Vale had been more arduous that he had expected. Yet, it had been necessary. It was an act of rebellion against the gilded cage his family subjected him to. While his sisters adored and doted upon him... his parents were another matter. It had been in his fifteenth year that his... nature had been revealed to him.

The reason behind him having to sleep in a well lite room. The reason why his favorite tree with the knotted and entwined branches, that loved to climb into was cut down. He and his twin had suffered VTS, or Vanishing Twin Syndrome. He had a potential brother or sister that had died in his mother's womb, and had been reabsorbed by him.

It was a rather macabre and frank talk with his parents, but that was not the end of the conversation. Jaune's mother Jasmine was a believer in the old stories. Often decorating the home with talismans designed to repel malevolent entities. In fact Jaune's room was cluttered with the homemade things.

Jasmine informed her only son that he had been born cursed circumstances. That was a statement Jaune had found very odd, but she had continued, much to jaune's and his father, Nicholas' displeasure. Jasmine explained that under normal conditions such a curse would have twisted Jaune into a werewolf. That was an idea that jaune found completely laughable. Werewolves, vampires, ghosts! Those were all fiction!

Jasmine undeterred, by her only son's lack of belief, continued...

"The death of your twin has cursed you in another way." Jasmine explained. "Unlike most males, for some reason you now to the spirit realms are seen as a female."

"Bullshit!" Jaune yelled at his mom. "That's utter fucking bullshit!"

"Jaune, don't speak to your mother like that!" admonished his father.

"You don't believe this crap do you dada?" Jaune asked. "Spirits, ghosts! I could have been a werewolf?"

"Jaune, whether I believe or not, is not the point."

"Really? REALLY?" Jaune yelled.

"Strange things happen around you and with you Jaune." Nicholas informed his son. "Things that can not be explained."

"Is that why I have to sleep with the lights on? Why I have all this junk hanging around my room? you know how embarrassing it is to have a potential friend over and them to see this shit!"

"Jaune, you need to listen and be on guard. You are not responsible for the circumstances of your birth, BUT they are affecting you!" Jasmine pleaded with her son, trying to get him to understand, or at least listen.

Jaune scoffed and before his parents could stop him he stormed off. Disappearing into the vast family home, and eventually sneaking out and into the barn. It was out there hidden from his family, he spent a restless night, and made his plan. He was going to leave. Make his way to Vale and out from under his family's unrelenting observations.

"It took three years, but I did it." Jaune commented to himself, as he secured himself a cheap motel room. Jaune felt somewhat guilty to run as he did, but he also felt vindicated, and finally free.

The trip to Vale had been twisted, convoluted, and took much longer that he had originally anticipated. Though it had worked in his favor, or at least he assumed it did. But he was also nagged by the... occurrences that followed him during the whole trip. Animals being wary of him. Some of his travelling companions waking up utterly drained and listless. Whispers of bad dreams, and nightmare afflicting those around him.

But he pushed those thoughts from his mind. They were just... coincidences. Nothing more. The drivel his mother believed in was pure fantasy. Nothing more. Taking a deep breath he sat down the bed nearest the door of his cheap room. He needed a plan. His meager savings wouldn't last forever, he need a way to support himself.

"There's not much I can do, but look for a job." Jaune mumbled to himself, and then sighed, as he realized that he wouldn't have many options for work. With his age and lack of formal education in any of the career paths that would best allow him to support himself.

Rising from the bed, he left his room. He would need a couple of things before starting his job search. A newspaper, and a new sim-card for his scroll. The scroll that he hadn't used in weeks, out of paranoia that his family would try and trace it.

An hour or so later, Jaune returned to his pitiful lodgings. A rolled up paper under his arm, and his freshly reactivated scroll in his hands. Prior to swapping the sims, he did text his mother. Letting her know he was safe, and guiltily informing her, that he was in Vale. He couldn't help adding that. As much as his mother's beliefs b othered him, she still loved him, and deserved to know why he was safe.

Before they could send a reply, he swapped the cards, and activated his new number. He still had their contacts, and would reach out to them again once he proved he could take care of himself, and that their worries were unfounded. Sitting down on the edge of the bed nearest the door, Jaune began his search for employment.

As Jaune was beginning his employment search, a small meeting was being held at Beacon, in the headmaster's office.

"So with the particulars of applicants and the format of this initiation settled, let's move on to other business." Ozpin informed Glynda, his Deputy Headmistress. "I understand we have a few staff positions to fill?"

"We do." Glynda replied. "The maintenance staff would like some additional staff. Preferably apprentices. As well Mrs. Primrose has requested some assistance with the library."

"Let's reach out to the trade schools, about the apprentices, as for the library... did she have any specific requirements for the position?"

"Just that they should be energetic, driven and love to read." Glynda replied, "She feels that someone interested in literature and books would be an overall better asset."

"Okay, then let's issue a general request for applications. She can help with the screening process."

"Should we specify and closing date?"

"A week?"

"That should be sufficient." Glynda answered. "I'll draft an advertisement and have Mrs. Primrose review it prior to posting it publicly."

"Alright. If there is nothing else, I would say we're done for the day."

While the meeting at Beacon was wrapping up, Jaune tired from scanning job postings, and want ads, tossed the paper and his scroll onto the second bed, before laying down and getting comfortable. He was tired, and wanted to have a bit of a rest, before getting something to eat.

Jaune's eyes closed, and his breathing grew relaxed and steady. Sleep had overtaken him. Time slowly ticked by, and as Jaune's slumber deepened, a slight misty form arose from him. It floated away from the bed, solidifying slightly, but still very much misty in overall composition.

The apparition moved further from the bed, and Jaune's sleeping form, it's featured solidifying further, until to an casual observer a more feminine version of the resting young man was standing at the window of the cheap apartment. It paused there, as if silently consider some choice, before floating forward and vanishing through the wall.

/==> Jaune's of the Monster-Verse Collection <==\

[thegardengrows-infrozenrain]

why is No Culture everyone's least fav mm album

like the entire thing (plus bonus songs Empty Hands, Worry, and Cut the String) literally slams SO fucking hard and it's such an injustice to this album to just go "eh it's too pop-y and sounds the same" like what the FUCK are you on about (and more importantly who put you in charge of the mother mother discord)

like go give it a mf listen: https://m.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLmDLqYnUzE_TkgjGTxV57_6kDro1uiIJ2

[esoteric-chaos]

Working with Technology Deities

{My post is Cross Posted from The Cobalt Athenaeum aka my original post}

This is all largely UPG and SPG based.

Technology deities are a type of egregore, you can call them a pop culture deity if that feels better. They are the embodiment of the tech domain itself. A primordial being, at least in the way I work with them. They have no faces, names or gender to me. They just are their domain and energy itself. Incredibly powerful in their own right. They can be found the same way a pop culture deity can be, you can see more in our Sister Server Westruun (the blue one) aka The Cobalt Athenaeum.

How Do I Work With a Tech Deity?

You can work with them like any other deity, the largest difference is incorporating them into your tech magic. Are you a streamer? A YouTuber? Or even a blogger? Perhaps work with the Algorithm god. They rule over (in my personal experience) the Algorithm, wisdom, confidence, perception, and change. They can help you boost your numbers, your presence, boost confidence and much more. Incorporating them into your life would surely aid you in your goals.

Make a space for them, build a relationship, make offerings and petition them. You will not regret it.

Tech Deity Examples and Correspondences

I’ve worked with a deity of a social media site and the deities listed below. I will not be posting everything and everyone's correspondences I have worked with, I believe it is important to base your own correspondences and this will be a sample but you can get a general idea from here. These are all my correspondences from working with them. You can use the same ones listed or feel out your own when you meet them.

Algorithm Deity God Of: The Algorithm, wisdom, perception, change, confidence Plants & Trees: Basil, Clary Sage, Maples Elements: Air Celestial Body/Planet: Mercury Scents and Incense: Clary Sage, Ginger, Peppermint Stones & Gems: Tigers eye, Lapis Lazuli Tarot card: The Fool Colours: Light blue, grey, red Candle Colour: Bold Red Offerings: Coffee, caffeinated teas, water, sugar (quick rush), carbs (energy), omega 3s (brain food) Things to use to work with them: analytical data, statistical data, copy of information for social platform, goals. How you can work with them: To grow your social media presence, and data studies, to learn how to be less resistant to change as well as to be, look and appear more confident.

Cloud Deity God Of: All known, unknown and held information on the internet, knowledge, memory, balance (both destructive and non-destructive knowledge) Plants & Trees: Rosemary, Thyme, Cacti, Cedar, Ferns Elements: Water Celestial Body/Planet: Saturn Scents and Incense: Rosemary, Jasmine, cedarwood Stones & Gems: Turquoise, Red Jasper, Sapphires Tarot card: Magician Colours: purple and pink Candle Colour: Purple Offerings: Herbal teas, water, omega 3s (brain power), savoury, spicy Things to use to work with them: Memory stick, notes, notebook, photos, computer, phone, books, camera How you can work with them: Memory recall, sourcing information, retaining information, studying, school, balance in your life

Web Deity God Of: The internet, duality (positive and negative), change, expression Plants & Trees: Fungai, Palm Trees, marigolds Elements: Fire Celestial Body/Planet: Sun Scents and Incense: Orange, Rosemary, Cinnamon Stones & Gems: Amber, Obsidian, fluorite Tarot card: The World Colours: Yellow, Orange, Green Candle Colour: Orange Offerings: Alcohol, water, sweet, spicy, carbs, any junk food Things to use to work with them: Electronics that can access web pages How you can work with them: Finding duality in the world, working with them via searches and teachings, how to stop resisting change, self-expression

Conductor Deity God Of: Electricity, power, energy, action, travel, courage & fear Plants & Trees: Oak Trees, sugarcane, lemon trees, Lemon balm Elements: Electricity Celestial Body/Planet: Venus Scents and Incense: Orange, lemon, Ginger Stones & Gems: Quartz, Citrine, sunstone Tarot card: Swords Colours: Yellow, white, gold Candle Colour: Yellow or Gold Offerings: Coffee, alcohol, water, soups, fruits and veggies, carbs, protein Things to use to work with them: Battery, anything electronic, metals How you can work with them: Powering wards, spellwork and yourself. Action-based plans and spellwork, exercise and general movement, travel, working on self-courage and fears.

This is a highly controversial topic and quite frankly I will not have any arguing on this post. If you simply do not believe in this? Move on. If it's not harming anything or anyone why do you care? The answer is you don't. I will block you from my page if I see anything. General discussion is fine, but being nasty? No.

Would you be interested in the rest of my posts? Check out the Masterpost.

Blessings,

Juniper

[soob1nn]

MAIN FRIEND GROUP - HOGWARTS DR

THE ENCHANTED UNITY

This special group of friends can be best described as the heart of my social world. They were the ones I spent the most time with, sharing countless moments of laughter, support, and unforgettable experiences. In the tapestry of my life, they held a prominent place, like stars that brighten the darkest of nights, casting a warm and comforting glow over the landscape of my cherished memories.

FREDERICK AUSTING DAFT

Let me introduce you to my best friend, a Gryffindor guy who’s an ace Quidditch chaser in his fifth year at Hogwarts. He’s like a brother to Oliver Wood and the Weasley twins, and the four of them are pretty much inseparable.

What’s incredible about this guy is his boundless passion for Quidditch. Seriously, it’s like he’s got a never-ending stash of Felix Felicis somewhere because his energy levels are off the charts.

And here’s the real kicker: he’s a huge foodie. Seriously, I’ve seen him devour so much junk food you’d think he’d be as round as a Bludger by now, but somehow, he manages to keep it off. It’s a bit of a Hogwarts mystery how he pulls it off.

Beyond all the Quidditch and food madness, he’s just a regular, down-to-earth dude who brings so much positivity into our magical world. Sometimes I want to punch him in the face for all the stupid stuff he does, but we’re lucky to have him around; whether we’re watching a nail-biting Quidditch match or just hanging out, sipping Butterbeer and enjoying a good laugh.

JASMINE SLORA

Jasmine Slora, a proud Slytherin, might not be a big fan of school, but she sure knows how to bring the magic to parties. In her fifth year, she's making a name for herself as a Quidditch chaser, showing her fierce competitive spirit on the pitch.

When she's not chasing Quaffles, you can find her indulging in her creative passions. Jasmine's a talented artist, with a knack for painting and drawing. Whether she's wielding a broomstick or a paintbrush, her dedication to her hobbies shines through.

Jasmine is an open-hearted individual and proudly identifies as bisexual, celebrating love in all its forms. Her unique blend of party spirit and artistic flair adds a touch of enchantment to the Slytherin common room, making her a cherished member of the house.

FELICITY DANKWORTH

Felicity Dankworth, our friendly Ravenclaw scholar in the fifth grade at Hogwarts, is an intellectual powerhouse. She's perpetually engrossed in her books, a dedicated reader with a passion for uncovering the secrets and stories hidden within.

Coffee remains her beloved companion, and you'll often find her sipping it while poring over her studies. It's the fuel that keeps her curiosity alive, even during the longest library sessions.

Felicity's heart is equally captivated by her feline friend, a black cat named Annabeth. This mysterious and affectionate companion has a special place in her life, providing comfort and companionship as she navigates the magical world of Hogwarts.

PENNY HAYWOOD

Penny Haywood and I have been inseparable dorm mates ever since we entered Hogwarts. Not only is she my best friend, but her presence radiates an aura of undeniable cuteness and sheer adorableness that brightens the gloomiest days.

What's unique about Penny is her delightful penchant for sipping on tea while she takes a moment to relax with a cigarette. It's an odd yet oddly charming combination, and it's just one of the many intriguing facets of her personality.

Penny's heart is deeply entwined with the natural world, and her love for both nature and animals is a source of inspiration. She'll often spend her free time in the company of furry and feathered friends, immersing herself in the tranquil beauty of the outdoors.

In the grand tapestry of life, Penny Haywood is like a colorful thread, weaving her passion for tea, her endearing quirks, and her unwavering love for the natural world into a unique and enchanting mosaic that I'm privileged to call my best friend.

[normallyxstranger]

Side Characters

I only play these guys by request, plot, or when I feel the muse for them

all characters | main characters

Adam Lowell is a werewolf. When their pack was destroyed by rivals, he & his mother were left on their own. While tracking down the remaining pack, he discovered he had a younger half-brother, Lang. He moved closer to him in the hopes of becoming a family. Really handy. Very friendly.

Bernice Dolan is a formidable witch and the High Priestess of the Hallowed Circle Coven. Responsible for murdering Victor Foster, Patrick Jennings, and many others. Necromancer & medium who doesn’t give a whit for her past crimes. Cat lady. Evil Mary Poppins.

Anne Buckler’s content life on her family farm shattered when her father died in a horrible accident. For years, the werewolf turned to alcohol and drugs. After getting clean, she started her life again. She became part of a pack & now dedicates herself to healing & helping others. Nurse. Friend.

Charlie Slater is a demigod of the Hephaestus line, and Aaron’s and Jamie’s father. Employed part-time as a night school adult education teacher. Official scribe for Hephaestus and Aphrodite. Former convict, now on a path to make amends. Loves dogs, books, & cooking. All-around nice guy.

Dalton Cole fell in with a bad crowd. He didn’t know his “friends” would turn and become the rival pack that killed his family and tore his world apart. Witness to the atrocity, he struggles to overcome his guilt and pain. Quiet. Spends most of his time in the woods. Loves junk food, music, & cute boys.

Danica Franklin came into her manifestation powers at an early age–when she accidentally made her imaginary friend real. Her parents brought her to the Kindheart Coven to control her abilities. Works now as a bartender at the nightclub Shockwaves. Model. Loves music & dancing.

Malcolm Carter is a semi-retired demon hunter. Runs a private security firm, Safe Bet Security. Would rather stay away from supernatural things–but that never seems to happen for him. Known mostly by surname. Likes 80’s films, music & spending time with his daughter, Jasmine.

Grace Cole lost everything when rivals destroyed her pack.. With her mate dead, her family broken and scattered, she left to mourn on her own. Though time has lessened the wounds, she continues to distance herself by traveling and working as a photographer. Tomboy. Wanderer.

Taran’s life sucked, until he allied himself with the vampire camarilla of New Ashton. Now his life sucks in a different way. He’s the vampire queen’s personal thrall, a willing donor who does her bidding in the hopes she’ll turn him one day. Troubled soul. Unhinged. Possible serial killer.

Patrick Jennings was a demon hunter who vanished on a hunt a few years ago, leaving his daughter Casey on her own. Unknown to her, evil witches murdered and resurrected him as a revenant. He is now under their control, though he fights back at every turn. Lost soul.

Sara Minder is an Alsir demon from Edaros. Dylan’s former lover and mother of his daughter, Kat. Hates humans despite the fact that training & conditioning them is her job. Mental manipulator & Self-serving. Likes cigarettes, wine, & the finer things in life. Bores easily.

Sylvie Hall put aside her former human life to fully embrace her vampire self. She trained under her sire to become a strong vampire & fierce warrior. She is now Nancy’s right hand woman and helps run the camarilla. British. Determined. Likes pretty girls. Secretly a hopeless romantic.

Victor Foster is powerful even as a ghost. Mara’s husband, Andy & Vinnie’s father. Former High Priest of the Hallowed Circle Coven. Betrayed his coven & was killed when his daughters were small. Currently in the beyond, searching for a way to return permanently.

Wren Ashley is the High Priestess of the Kindheart Coven. A powerful telepath, she tries to use her powers for good, while balancing her family duties to make her lineage proud. Coven archivist, historian, & genealogist. Badass mom. Fighter. Expert with a bow & arrow. Loves lattes.

[sichore]

11. Write about your ship waking up together

Pickles considers himself lucky to wake up at all, let alone in a bed. He’s become too accustomed to passing out inches from where his last bottle lies; at the bar, on a table, on his bathroom floor by the toilet covered in vomit and shame.

Waking up with another body by his is a gamble. Sometimes it’s one of the guys after a late night of writing or junk food and movies. Occasionally it’s whichever pair of groupies he took with him; never solo, that was too risky. Rarely, it was –

Well, best not to think about him.

Because he wakes up in cloudlike comfort and with gentle florals tickling his nose – jasmine, right, that’s what she said it was, soft and subtle and good enough to eat. A hint of sandalwood and amber (not the stone, stones don’t have a scent, and he committed all of this to memory like he would his liquors). And, and… shea butter, the earthiness that melts into her skin, sweat and salt and a bit of himself, but it’s not about him, not right now.

Pickles wakes up his own personal heaven wrapped in his arms, plush and gentle and giving an adorable little honk of a snort when he brushes his nose against her shoulder. He smiles and rubs his goatee against her skin, feeling her shift with a little hoot this time.

“Hey, beautiful,” he says softly.

And she makes that little rreh sound like those tiny rain frogs from a documentary they watched that had them laughing so hard they cried.

Pickles almost laughs himself, a harsh huff of air against her shoulder, but he doesn’t want her to wake up. Not just yet. “I love how ya turn into a frog when yer like this.”

“Rreh.”

“I love how ya talk in yer sleep.”

“Hueh.”

“Betcha can’t even tell what I’m sayin’, huh?”

“Hoo.” And she just rubs her face into her pillow, gripping the arm curled around her waist tighter. Pickles’ stomach clenches, hoping that there won’t ever be a day where she jolts away from him, surprised and disturbed by how close she lets him get.

Because she’s precious like this, even if she’d disagree. Even when she gets all hot and damp with her night sweats. Even with the stubble on her legs rubbing against his that she’d say she’s overdue for shaving but Pickles could care less. Even with her bonnet keeping her curls wrapped up that she was so nervous about wearing around him for whatever reason when they started this.

“Hey.” He leans in closer, like he’s whispering secrets to tiny, soft curls at the nape of her neck. “I’m crazy ‘bout ya.”

“Nnh huh.”

“I adore ya.”

“Nuh huh.”

His heart clenches and squeezes and compresses in on itself, a black hole eating itself alive like a colossal ouroboros. “I wanna marry ya.”

“Huuuuuuh huh.” And she keeps on sleeping, and an itsy bitsy teeny weeny part of Pickles almost wishes she heard him, that she’d turn around and make his dreams come true. But for now, he’s content to let her keep dreaming, and just wish he’s included there, too.

Well, for about two minutes longer, until he gets too lonely and starts peppering kisses over her shoulder, until she sighs and groans and stretches out her legs from where they’ve laid tangled with his own all night.

“Wakey, wakey,” Pickles coos, and she whines in reply. “Lemme get them eggs ‘n’ bac-y.”

“Oh, my god,” Jimi groans, sinking back against him. “Didn’t you scramble my eggs enough already?”

“Mm, I like ‘em well done.”

Jimi laughs, and his morning officially starts, bright and beautiful. “Morning, baby.”

“Mornin’, sunshine.”

[Soft OTP Prompts]