#lightbulb x pepper

[fontygolucky]

Drawing my comfort characters at the beach cause I can

[mollyrocker]

YAYYYYY INANIMATE INSANITY CLAN I LOVE YOU!! youre nothing but my own little fantasy (im mephone)

Testing out a new way to color since ive been going thru a bad art block, please bare with me!!!

[medufasa]

YALLL OMG I FOUND THESE OLD II/BFB CRAFTS I DID BACK IN 2020 WHILE CLEANING MY ROOM 😭😭

I made more of these I'm sure. Funny story actually; my younger sister at the time just took the cutouts I made and presented them to me by sticking them on a piece of paper. Ngl I was kinda mad cuz I wanted to keep them as cards in my old charger box but it was actually a really sweet sentiment,,, plus she was only like 6 at the time 😭

Also I hated coloring with markers. SO MUCH and I still do (I believe I did 2 lightbulbs cuz I didn't like how I added blush to the first one)(not sure why brobee is there)

[homobrainjuice]

I DID BOTH REQUESTS

@fizzycereal @milolovesbmc

:3

[xinnamonbun]

Ive done Payjay, Fantube, and Silvercandle will be done soon...

so...

You might have noticed that there's a lot more ships then before. That's because I was debating on adding the other ones. But (even tho it's a LOT) this is what I've decided to go with.

Assuming I don't go insane, all of these will be done. The order in which that happens is up to y'al.

[periidoti]

Im serious when I say i feel like cursing like a sailor and crying..

[hfjonewiki]

a non-comprehensive list of my favorite brian koch cheese credit card answers

pickle wishes he never met taco

nickel needs balloon way more than he realizes

salt needs pepper way more than she realizes

if taco had the chance to do it all again differently, she would

fan's favorite game would be lego star wars

apple still has her pony from santa, which she named "dino brawler". this is presumably the toy she was holding in episode 16

knife tried harder to be good at video games than he lets on

suitcase is still a little annoyed with oj for eliminating her for no reason in episode 7

oj and bomb are on better terms now, but will never be best friends again

he sees soap and microphone having a more sibling-like relationship, since their voice actresses are sisters (judging by the 20+ private replies, someone had some opinions on this one)

mephone 3gs didn't know his crew very well. when he watched them die, he was surprised by how much he felt

pickle genuinely made taco laugh a few times during season one

evil paper liked playing checkers (this implies that this is a trait exclusive to him that paper himself does not share)

mephone x would probably use he/him pronouns, but cobs doesn't put that much thought or humanity into the mephones anymore

mephone4 wanted to impress cobs for a long time, but meeting 3gs recontextualized a lot of his negative feelings

if mephone4 wasn't hosting inanimate insanity, he would probably be a lost media archivist

taco doesn't have nearly enough hobbies. brian thinks that's part of the problem

nickel sees himself as more worthless than most would assume

mephone4 and oj's relationship is "honestly not great"

under the guise of "scheming", taco and mic would sometimes just hang out together when there wasn't anything game-related to do

trophy struggles to do push-ups

despite being an outdated medium, cobs still sends out discs with nothing but propaganda material on them

despite not sharing much screentime together, brian thinks knife and pickle are the best ii yaoi

yin-yang likes being in cars. yin will drive, and yang will pick the music

soap would play splatoon, since all of the messes are just virtual

mephone4 is iffy on physical contact due to his past experiences with cobs

salt genuinely thought her and oj were in a relationship

just like mephone4, mephone4s' favorite food is cookies

cobs doesn't see himself as evil, he's just giving the people what they want. "not what they think they want. what they ACTUALLY want."

if silver spoon and candle are occupying the same space, people will leave because they can't take seeing how silver acts when he's around her

for a long time, baseball was the only person nickel respected

if mephone5 could live an everyday life, he would be a public menace. (destroying property, going up the down escalator)

taco actually enjoys the taste of lemon

while characters like fan weren't originally written with the intent of being on the autism spectrum, he lines right up with it

on a scale of 1-10, the amount that mepad misses toilet is "off the charts"

toilet wanted to impress mephone4 like a son would want to impress a father. "the cycle repeats a bit."

lightbulb and paintbrush take turns feeding baxter, but paintbrush usually ends up doing it because lightbulb isn't particular enough about what she considers "food"

mepad's favorite colors are black and white. "very mesmerizing."

walkie talkie (and presumably other invitational characters) didn't attend the hotel oj party

knife doesn't need to work out. he's just naturally like that

when someone asked if fantube was canon, brian answered "what more do they have to do?!"

springy hasn't had their own cereal in a long time

microphone and taco have both never been closer to someone else than they were with each other

silver and candle are a bit more distant now, but they both agree it's for the best

when the eliminated contestants were still being kept in the hotel oj closet, mepad would "unfeelingly" deliver and check in on them at mephone's request

[mirage-aera]

•°. *࿐ Truth or dare

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : All night - The Vamps

Rain x fem!reader

Synopsis: Rain’s s/o got dared by Sodo to ask Rain about his size.

Word count: 1.079

Ghost masterlist

Just a small drabble to get be back into writing.

You and the rest of the ghouls hold a weekly game night. Where you all can just gather, relax, and have fun without a worry. Sometimes Papa will join in on the fun. The games could range from Mario Kart, to UNO, to truth or dare. , maybe throw a twister night in between. It’s always different, but always fun. Tonight, is another day of the weekly game nights. And to everyone’s annoyance. It's Sodo’s turn to pick a game. When it comes to Sodo, you're more likely to play truth or dare than other games. He just likes to get dirt on everyone, maybe even tease you all with his stupid dares. Before the game starts, everyone makes sure that they're on his good side, not wanting to be on the other end of his wrath when it comes to dares.

You arrive with Rain at the commons room. Once you enter the room you notice that everyone has already made themselves at home either on the couch or on the floor. The other ghoulettes made a makeshift ghoul pile. It looks very inviting, to say the least. Sodo snaps his head to you two, “Well well. It seems like the lovebirds did decide to join us after all.” You subtly roll your eyes while Rain lets out an annoyed groan. “Yeah yeah, we know you’re miserable being lonely but no need to make fun of us.” You jab at his love life. Instantaneously you regret that opened your mouth. He’s totally going to give you a dare, and not a nice one. “Watch your mouth.” He says to you. You sit next to Swiss and Rain. “Let the game night commence!!” Phantom yells out excitedly. Aether chuckles, “yes, let the game night commence. Since it’s Sodo’s night let’s start with him.” Sodo grins and looks over at everyone. Some cowering away from his gaze, hoping he won’t pick them. Eventually, he smirks, “Swiss.” The mentioned ghoul next to you tenses up and mutters out a quiet “fuck”.

“So Swiss, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

A series of outbursts ring throughout the room. None expected for Swiss to choose truth. He must’ve done something bad to piss Sodo off. “Who was your worst partner during sex?” Swiss groans, “goddamnit Sodo.” Sodo smirks and waves him off, “Go on, we’re waiting.” Swiss chews on his bottom lip, “it was one of the newer sisters here.” This peaked everyone’s interest.

“Who?”

“Which one?”

“Is it the blonde?”

“How bad?”

“I hate you Sodo.”

The room bursts into laughter. The ghoulettes are gossiping on who it could be. Sodo smirks, “answer the questions.” Swiss shakes his head no, “that wasn’t part of the ask. You can find that out on your own terms.” He sulks as he curls onto himself. “Mount, truth or dare.” He mumbles.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to eat a spicy pepper.”

Mountain can’t deal with heat very well so this should be interesting. He reluctantly gets up and waltzes to the kitchen to fetch said pepper. He came out with the small very spicy one. He frowns, “it’s the only one we have left.” Swiss laughs, “eat up big boy.” Mountain flips him and puts the pepper in his mouth and swallows it quickly. His lips are getting red from the spice, his nose is running, and he’s bolting to the fridge to get milk. A couple of minutes later he returns, sits back down, and glares at Swiss. “Aether, truth or dare.”

“Truth.”

“Are you enjoying sorting out papers for Sister Imperator?”

Aether frowns, “I prefer to be on stage making music with you all, but I suppose it’s not too bad. I still get to play just not on stage anymore.”

And this cycle continues for a while. Then it was Sodo’s turn again. He turns to you, “(Y/n), truth or dare.” To show you aren’t afraid of dares, albeit a bit stupid of you. You choose dare. He grins, “great!” He pauses to think for a bit. If there was a lightbulb next to his it would’ve surely lit up. He leans over to you and whispers, “ask loverboy of his size.” You groan. You mentally make a note to apologise to Rain after this game. “Rain?” He nods. “How big are you?” He tilts his head like a puppy. “Shouldn’t you know this? I’m 5 ft 10.” The room bursts into laughter yet again. You facepalm, “that’s not what I meant. I meant how big are you, in bed?” The confusion only grows on his face. “In bed? I’d still be 5 ft 10, but sideways.” The ghouls and ghoulettes are laughing again. Wheezing could be heard, some are even letting out tears because they’re laughing so much. “Rain, honey. It’s Sodo, what do you think he’s implying.” He makes an ‘o’ shape with his mouth. He laughs, “bigger than him that’s for sure.” Sodo’s jaw drops.

“You did not just say that,” Sodo says, flabbergasted. Rain smiles, “yes I did.” Sodo sulks, “I don’t want to play this game anymore. Let’s play Uno or something.” Everyone agrees to save his dignity.

***

“Stop skipping me cumulus!! How many do you even have?!" Cirrus exclaims in frustration. Which earns a solid laugh from her. “I’m sorry Cirrus, but I have to use these cards up.” Her eyebrow twitches, “you could’ve used them up before Phantom reversed!!!” Cumulus chuckles, “sorry love, there can only be one air ghoulette winner tonight.” “Oh I’ll show you winner…” Cirrus mumbles under her breath.

As the night goes on, and games of uno go on. One by one ghouls and ghoulettes alike are heading to bed. Sooner than later only you, Rain, and Sodo remain. You play a round, you win. You play another, and Sodo wins. By the third round, you’re getting tired and start dozing off. Rain notices, he finishes the game with Sodo, puts your and his cards away, drapes your arms around his neck and stands up. Which makes you clutch onto him like a koala. “I’m taking this one to bed. Good night Sodo.” He wishes you both a good night and heads to bed himself. Rain carries you over to his room and sets you down on the bed. As you make yourself comfortable under his sheets. He gets undressed and climbs into bed next to you. He wraps his tail around yours and holds you against his chest as you both doze off.

[xavviquz]

♥︎ you and satoru are teachers at jujutsu tech.. what could go wrong? ♥︎ - fem!reader x satoru gojo

warnings // !!MDNI!! semi public sex (reader n gojo are in the supply closet), quicky, praise, breast fondling, nicknames (sweetie, love, baby, ect.), gojo fingers the reader :P , unprotected sex, humiliation(?)

notes // you two are in a secret relationship bcs yk.. whats better than secret relationships right?? megumi is the only one who knows because of gojos big mouth. anyhow, hope you enjoy ♡ ! wc: 1.6k

synopsis: gojo cant help himself around you when you look so serious and professional.. so whats the harm in a little fun in work?

you and gojo were teachers at jujutsu tech, teaching the first years about cursed spirits, techniques, weapons and what not.

the milisecond you had applied for the job after years of killing cursed spirits yourself, you didnt know what sorts of mess you were getting into. bickering, arguing, constant chatting was NOT something you wanted to hear your whole life mostly every day. although gojo had a way of making you feel better durring those horrid days.

as you were in the middle of flipping through endless paper work, your hair tied up in a bun and those glasses of yours falling off every now and then as you rest your cheek on your hand. your hand began to feel like mush, your handwriting getting sloppier and unreadable. as you were just drifting off to sleep, the sound of the door sliding wide open, the clacking of shoes came hitting the dark wood floors.

“someones workin’ hard.” satoru walked over to your desk, kneeling down, resting his head in his arms and on your table with a smile. “c’mon sweet stuff, hate to see ya working so hard..” he gave a pouty expression, his blue eyes boring into yours.

“you know i have work to do, ‘toru.. and plus, what if we get caught? then what do we do?” you shrugged, rubbing your temples, clearly agitated at the moment.

satoru rolled his eyes, glancing around the room as he got up from the position he was in. and there it was. a storage closet. satoru pointed his thumb into the direction of the closet, but before he could bother getting one measly word out, you shut him down.

“we are NOT going in there, and we are not having sex. can’t you atleast see i’m a little occupied??” great. now you were agitated and horny just at the thought of it. your panties were slightly soaked already, but you refused to admit something like that.

“c’mon baby, please..? for me.” satoru groaned, slumping his walk toward you as he crouched down at your chair, placing his head on your thigh. you sighed, glancing down at him. he always knew exactly what you wanted. even if you didnt exactly tell him.

satoru started rubbing the insides of your thigh, awaiting your answer with a small whine. and in what position were you to refuse him? you were horny and upset. what other ways to clear your mind than sex? your eyes rolled over to his, looking at him so helpless and needy. “fine. 15 minutes, nothin’ more, nothin’ less. i dont want complaining either, ‘toru.”

satoru immediately stood up, motioning a zipper on his mouth, locking it, and throwing away the key.

as soon as you rised from your chair, he picked you up as if you were a feather, wrapping your legs around his waist. satoru carried you over to the storage closet. it was lit by one small lightbulb at the top of the ceiling, flickering as it got turned on.

as much as you’d love to have sex with satoru, the most of your worries were the first years coming in and looking for you two. what if they looked in the closet? or maybe even heard your moans slipping from your mouth and into the filth of the situation? and—

your thoughts were interrupted by satoru kissing the crook of your neck, peppering small kisses on the back. soft hums left your throat as you moved your head more to the side. you held satoru’s cheek, carressing it as he continued planting his kisses.

his hand slithered up to the buttons of your uniform, one by one becoming undone. satoru’s mouth left your neck, cocking his head to the side as he looked at each button snapping off. you undid the bottom half, taking off the jacket. satoru didnt even bother undoing each button when it came to the white top you wore. your bra was practically showing through the clothes anyways.

few seconds later, he ended up using his cursed energy to rip that top in half. the breeze hit your back, shivering as goosebumps formed. “‘toru! you dont have to keep ripping my clothes apart.” you snapped your head back at him, giving the other a grouchy look.

satoru rolled his eyes at your reaction, unzipping his pants. “you aren’t gonna let me do all the work, are you?” he leaned back on a shelf, looking down at your ass while you slowly slid down your panties, leaving yourself wet and bare for him. satoru smirked at the sight before him, a hand trailing up your thigh and to your cunt.

two fingers entered your pussy, searching for that same spot that had pleasured you countless of times before. a moan slipped past your lips immediately. with an arched back, you looked back at satoru who was clearly getting off at your small whimpers and moans, along with the sounds of his fingers thrusting in your cunt.

as he continued to thrust his fingers in your pussy, his hand slipped down to his boxers, jerking himself off at the sight of you. “sshit baby, you look so perfect..” he whispered underneath his breath, rolling his head back.

“mmphf.. ‘toru.. just put it in please..” the thrusts were rhythmatic and relentless. satoru knew your insides like the back of his hand. suddenly, his fingers dug deeper into your cunt, making you throw your head back in pleasure, covering your mouth to prevent any louder noises.

your eyes were almost crystal clear, faint sniffling was heard while you whined out satoru’s name. as each thrust dug into your insides, the more it slowly killed you that satoru wasnt inside by now.

satoru rolled his head back as he continued jerking himself off. soon, his hand left his cock and went up to your bra, unclipping it as he continued to press into your cunt. “good girl.. so fuckin’ wet f’me..” he whispered in your ear, slightly bending your body down as he leaned on you.

he fondled with your breasts and continued thrusting his fingers into you. the more that this continued, the more you found yourself shaking and whimpering his name pathetically. “mmnh.. ‘toru please..” your cries for satoru was like music to his ears.

satoru pulled down his boxers, slowly edging into you. his hand made his way to your mouth, sticking the two fingers he fucked you with down your throat.

just as he was about to spout out some nonsense about how good you’re taking him, three sets of footsteps came into the classroom. the two of you could hear faint talking and desks moving. though you two knew exactly who they were.

nobara, megumi, and yuji. you looked back at satoru but he only smirked, starting to thrust into you slowly. you moaned onto his fingers, trying to keep yourself silent from the pleasure you felt.

satoru’s hand left your breast, holding your hips in place just so he could thrust into you all the more deeper and faster. “hha.. i wonder what the students would think if they saw you like this..” he said it with such intention as if he were actually gonna open the door and fuck you raw infront of them.

you shook your head, your mind fuzzing up at the little things. you could barely take note of what he was saying.

satoru cocked his head to the side, looking at your face which had droop dripping from your chin. “perfect.. mind if i take a picture?” you didnt even have to answer. he already knew whag you were gonna say anyways.

he pulled out his phone from his back pocket, taking a selfie with him kissing the back of your neck, and you completely fucked out of your mind. of course as satoru was.. he forgot to put his phone on silent.

a flash came on, blinding your eyes but you were too mindless to care. click! .. you immediately looked at him, your mind breaking from the sudden trance you were in.

“did you hear that?” yuji looked over to the closet, looking around at megumi and nobara to see if they had heard that same click sound.

“i did now that you mention it, it came from over there didnt it?” nobara pointed over to the closet, looking at the slightly opened door. it was cracked open just enough for them to stick their eyes through and look around.

satoru chuckled, whispering down to your ear. “i wonder what that noise could be..” he said as he continued thrusting after a little while of being silent and still. his hands gripped at your waist as you tried to match his pace without making so much noise at the same time.

as yuji and nobara got more curious about the click sound, they got closer and closer to the storage closet.

megumi glanced at the two, looking at his phone, walking up behind the two. “c’mon, gojo said we gotta meet him outside in the front.” as if. satoru was still fucking your brains into mush, praising each part of your body. he started to whisper small ‘i love you’s. he grew close to cumming, begging you to cum together as if you havent already.

“please baby.. f’me okay? together.” he whispered under his breath as you nod, satoru smiled at your agreement, cumming inside of you right after. you were completely drained and leaking. you could barely stand at all really.

satoru helped you with your clothes, giving you his white button up, putting back on your jacket. as soon as the both of you were done getting changed, he sat you down back at your office.

“see you at home, baby, dont be late.” he said in a cheery smile as he waved goodbye. you smile and nodded back, realizing what else you didnt have on. your panties. you sighed and hit your head on your desk. panty stealing thief.

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ⓒ 2024 xavviquz - dont copy, repost, or modify

[ellesthots]

Fateful Beginnings

II. “research”

parts: previous / next

plot: you make a very… rash decision about who you will interview, and when.

pairing: battinson!bruce wayne x fem!reader

cw: 18+, head injury, substance use, threat of violence

words: 2.2k

You were helped into the police car by two men, one in a typical police uniform and one that looked more like a detective. The uniformed one had shined a flashlight at the back of your head and told you to take a cold shower when you got back. "The head always bleeds more serious than it is," he chomped away on gum and shooed you into the vehicle. They said they'd escort you back no problem, peppering you with some questions along the way. You didn't really have much of an answer for them. You'd never been to the club before, you hadn't seen the gunshots, didn't remember what a single face looked like in the club besides the vigilante's. Which set off a lightbulb for you. Holy shit, Batman. I could do my paper on him. I need an interview.

"Uh I do know the guy that saved me," you prattled. The uniform in the passenger sneered at you. "Uh huh, was it a big asshole in a mask?" The driver didn't share his humor towards the Batman.

"Yeah," you agreed. You didn't quite know how to phrase this next part, so you just put it bluntly. "I was wondering if you knew how to get in contact with him?"

"He sends up a bat signal, hotshot." The uniform was getting worked up, and you could tell you couldn't press the issue much longer. "What you need an outlaw for anyway?" The sarcasm turned to suspicion and you realized that the crimefighters of the town seemed out of harmony. Why didn't they like Batman?

"I've just never seen him before, I'm new here." You hoped they didn't prod you on how new; it might prove embarrassing to admit you'd been here over a year and hardly went out enough to know more than hearsay about Gotham's second claim to fame... behind the reclusive Bruce Wayne.

The rest of the short drive was quiet as the officers talked quietly amongst each other. You turned to look out the window at the pouring rain, mulling over the events of the evening. Shit. Your ears began to ring with anxiety. You went to grab for your phone but couldn't find it. Damn. You needed to contact Mar. What if she didn't make it? What if she's injured? What if she's still lying there, waiting for someone to save her?

You hastily thanked them for their time as the car pulled up to your street. You ran in the lobby and had to explain to the doorman that you'd lost your wallet, keys, and phone at the club that had been shot at this evening. This was common for them, and they knew you, giving you a spare key. You didn't have time to be worried about your belongings, you needed to know if she was safe.

You kicked yourself for not coming to your senses sooner as you opened your apartment door. You flung it open and shut behind you, racing through your kitchen as quickly as your busted scalp would allow without screaming throbs. Rummaging through the sheets you found your school iPad, opening the notifs to find 25 missed calls from her number, the last one only five minutes prior. You gasped a sob of relief and quickly pressed call. It was immediately answered.

"Y/N!!" Mar squealed from the other end, barely containing herself. You were so glad to hear her voice. You talked for the next ten minutes before you told her you had to get off and take a shower. "My head got like, split open. The officers said it was superficial, but the Batman guy—"

Mar gasped on the other end, rattling off run-on sentences of questions. She was shocked that you'd had an encounter, and wanted to know every excruciating detail. "I've heard his voice is super intense, is it?"

"Mar, I'm sorry, my head is burning. I'll text you after the shower, okay?" Reluctantly she wished you good vibes in the shower and to make sure to message her before you went to sleep so she knew you didn't slip. "Again, I'm sorry for forcing you to come with me tonight."

The shower burned your scalp even when it was cold. You felt the sting of every individual water droplet, and tried your best to trust the policeman who said it was okay. After an excruciating shower that felt good everywhere but your scalp, you went to grab your iPad and tried to take photos of the back of your head in your mirror. It was barely effective, only so much so that you could tell it wasn't bleeding anymore. You gently wrapped your hair and head in a towel and laid back against the pillow, going onto Verizon's site and requesting a replacement phone after sending a quick "I'm fine!" text to Mar. You thanked your precious self for getting insurance on your phone so you could get it replaced for free. After selecting 2-day shipping on an iPhone 14, you took an edible and tried to relax.

And relax you did. The small dose that normally chilled you out affected you differently tonight, making your body light with giggles and warmth. Maybe you were so exhausted it was hitting harder. After all, the rush of adrenaline and cortisol that had hit your system tonight were off the charts. You had a brush with death. You tapped along on your iPad aimlessly, until going into your notes app and typing up a few mock questions for the Batman. It would be really cool to get an interview with him. No one has ever spoken to him before outside of the police chief, Gordon. And it seemed like he liked to keep it under wraps, as the rest of the squad didn't much appreciate him. How would I get to see him? You didn't have much more time to think before you passed out, falling into a deep, restful slumber.

You woke up in the late afternoon with drool all over your cheek. Without thinking you tried pulling the towel off your head and then winced at the pain. You'd almost forgotten about the day before.

After getting some food in, you resolved to learning more about this masked madman running around in the night. Did he only come out at night? Where was he spotted most often? You only got a direct answer to one question: yes, he only came out at night. After hours of meticulous google searches and forum scrolling, you learned only a few things:

1. He only came out when it was dark

2. He responded to a bat signal, which was loosely placed in the sky above where criminal activity was present

There were a few stalkers in the forums who dedicated many nights a month to chasing crime in Gotham, hoping to catch a candid shot of Batman at work. A few had succeeded, since there was so much crime here. But it was very hit or miss, and largely depended on chance. If you wanted to find him you would have to spend nights prowling around Gotham, which didn't seem like a great way for a woman in her twenties to stay safe. Then it struck you: a ride-along.

You walked down to the lobby to use their public phone to dial Gotham PD. An annoyed receptionist answered, his voice gruff. "Gotham police department, how can I help you?"

"Hi uh, my name is Y/N and I'm doing a journalism project at GU. Do you do ride-alongs?" You tried to keep your voice clear and strong, like you could handle it. The men in this town seemed to greatly underestimate women, and you didn't want them to deny you based on stereotypes.

"Sorry ma'am, you'll have to ask the chief." He stayed on the line, loudly snacking on something that sounded dry and crisp. You cleared your throat. "Can I be transferred to him?"

You swore to god you could hear him rolling his eyes on the other line. He did a loud chew and swallow before responding in the affirmative. "Stay on the line."

You waited, helplessly counting beeps as another tenant stood behind you waiting for their turn at the phone. The lobby was so quiet you could hear the clock strike each second, mocking you for losing your cell, each one more frustrating than the next. Just as you were about to call it quits and go make up some random topic, a man answered the phone. "Chief Gordon speaking."

"Oh hi," you stammered, twirling the phone line between your fingers. "I'm a student at GU and wondered if I could ride along sometime, I'm doing a journalism project —"

A loud sigh interrupted things. "Let me guess, you want to see him."

The apples of your cheeks turned bright red and prickling warmth traveled up your spine. "I—"

"Listen kid, you gotta stay out of trouble. A school project isn't worth this, I promise." His accent was thick and just further proved to you how much you stuck out in this city. Gordon hung up on you and you tried not to hang around, hastily handing the phone to the woman behind you as you made a beeline for the elevator. He can't just do this. You grew more frustrated with every syllable. The paper was still sitting fully unwritten with only a week and a half left until the end of the term. You needed answers. If they weren't gonna help you, you'd go out yourself.

You went to your iPad and searched for the Gotham police scanner. You remembered a few people from the forums had mentioned using it to help track him, but you had to be online the moment they said the address otherwise you'd never catch it. This is how the few people who caught sight of him had managed to do it — keeping constant nightly tabs on the city, drowning out their lives with the sound of Gotham PD, only going to sleep once the sun began to rise. You sat there for about an hour, restless, thumbing through socials to try to find any leads. There seemed to be a lot going on in town tonight, people posting videos of themselves in the club with every single one full. It was a Saturday night, of course. The people in the city didn't have anything to do on Sundays, it was informally known as 'hangover day'. You could tell who the Dropheads were, their pupils wrecked, slumped over getting an energy drink at the corner store the next morning. It seemed like a normal Saturday until the most peculiar code came up on the scanner.

"Chief, 10-79, 10-80. 10-87 Fischer and Stark." The line started buzzing with inactivity, and you scrambled to write it down. Fischer... Stark... you pulled it up on your map and saw it was a fifteen minute walk north of your apartment. But before heading there, you needed to know what the code meant. Google searches came up with 'bomb threat' and 'explosion', prompting you to swallow your nerves and get ready.

You grabbed your taser, rain boots, and a rain jacket. You rummaged around your junk drawer to find your old Apple watch to have in case of emergency, and you needed 911. It also had a voice recorder in case tonight went how it should. Thankfully it still held a charge, however meager, and you clasped it around your wrist.

The rain was nearly a monsoon tonight, with wind whacking you side to side. Once again, what was common in Gotham was new to you.

You knew how unsafe this was, but you really didn't care. You knew you should care, but you were too stubborn for your own good. A part of you wondered if you got into enough trouble, the Batman might swoop in as he did the night before. The air was chilly, even cutting through the supposedly 'windproof' jacket you bought last year to help you acclimate to the harsh weather. There was no way he wouldn't show up to a bomb threat, right? Especially if there had been an explosion? How important is this paper? It is really worth risking my life all to get to interview a random dude? But this wasn't just some random dude... this was the Batman. While many members of the public had seen him, no one had talked to him. You picked up the pace and started jogging, ignoring the dull throb of the back of your scalp. If you were able to score this interview... it would look so good on a resume. But besides the material things, a part of you was excessively excited at the prospect of getting to see a side of someone no one had seen before. To be let in like that... priceless.

[ask-campkids-ii]

Welcome To The Meeple Insanity Camp!

Welp… the kids have been begging me to make an account for like 3 hours now so might as well ig :/ -Mephone4

The Meeple Insanity Camp —or MIcamp for short (it’s pronounced like me-camp)— is an overnight camp for kids grades 3-8 to learn different skills to help them in the wilderness, learn about tech, and socialize and have fun with their peers. Not everyone came though :( -Mepad

Eh, it doesn’t matter! We’re gonna have plenty of fun without them! >:D -Mephone4s

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Heya guys! I’m the creator of this au @answithvanzz! Here with more stuff about the blog and au

TW for:

swearing, character death (totally not spoilers), bug imagery, hallucinations (warnings will be added to every post that needs ‘em, these are not all of the warnings)

SUUUUPER short explanation:

My Campkids revolves around the s1-2 contestants as children in the summer between grades 3-8 to grades 4-9 going to summer camp, keep in mind that some of the kids will be ooc, I’m not the best at writing characters (plus they will be different in the au and are based around my hcs)

Where’s the s3 cast?

they do exist in the au, but none of the iii joiners attend MIcamp, and the ones that play a bigger role in the au are just staff

Ships?

prolly not with the kids, even if there were ships between the kids, it would only be between the middle schoolers (like maybe payjay, since they’re both 8th graders in the au)

however Lifering x Tk is canon in the au

Rules for asks:

Nothin’ much, just don’t be weird please ^^

also please don’t expect your questions to be answered immediately, I can only answer when I’m online, and can only make the little arts when I have my ipad

Up for asks: (it’s a long list)

Staff:

Mephone4

Mephone4s

Mepad

Tea Kettle

Lifering

Floory

Campers:

Apple

Balloon

Baseball

Knife

Lightbulb

Marshmallow

Nickel

Paintbrush

Cheesy

Cherries

Fan

Microphone

Soap

Suitcase

Test Tube

Tissues

Trophy

Yin-Yang

Bomb

OJ

Paper

Pepper

Pickle

Salt

Taco

[fontygolucky]

Lightpepper intermission

[lotto840]

HIGH INANIMATE INSANITY S2 E16 SPOILERS

Please don’t read this if you haven’t caught up yet I’m begging you.

With both of those out of the way here’s a tier list based on how likely I think the cast’s chances of dying next ep are. Explanations below!

Red:

Cobs is pretty obvious, Mephone and/or the finalists up and kill him.

3GS just has a lot of death flags to die to Cobs or X. It just doesn’t look like anything will end well for them :(

4 and Taco have been predicted to die for a while, what can I say? It’d be a way to raise the stakes for sure.

On that note I just feel like LB is gonna be both a gut punch to fans and a way of giving Baseball and the other three main Bright Lights more drama.

And the finalists just seem like one or both of them will die in the climax, but if it is just one, I’m not sure if it’d be first or second place…

Now for Orange Juice, which I think needs more explanation:

Baseball is similar to Lightbulb, but just to give Knife and SC more stress, and the lowest moment take away the closest the other contestants have as a leader, but it just seems less likely than the others.

Same w/ Mepad, good way of giving 4 and Taco more angst but he might have more direct plot instead.

The other three Bright Lights left the Hotel and are directly looking for answers, if LB doesn’t die, then at least one of them will.

Mic and Ballon are for Taco/Knife and Suitcase respectively, bc these are just two characters the writers kinda like tormenting.

Candle and Silver are the only III contestants so high bc the Inner Flame, gotta get rid of the OP chars first ofc.

A Box death would be hilarious and get played straight by everyone except Trophy. That or they use the inanimate status to reveal he’s a god and the only one 4 didn’t make bc why not.

And Pepper is just here bc the old s1 plans.

Yellow… I can’t find a color option for this one chat 💀 (get purple instead ig):

First three are all s2 contestants, which means they’ll prob have more screen time, Soap’s first bc she seems like she’ll be given more than the others. Don’t ask why Cheesy is behind Salt and Bomb it was an oversight

Salt and Bomb are potential victims but it would probably go to someone the audience is more attracted to.

It could go that the III contestants get mass axed by X to keep it to s2 but it could also go the other way and have deaths focused on 1 and 2.

Green:

Hahaha no way the 2nd fav (only to Lightbulb to give a sense of scale) is dying.

Same w/ Bot the crew loves them too much to do that, they’ll prob just react to Nickel + any other deaths next pt.

I’m gonna be honest, when I made this I could’ve sworn it was confirmed that Cherries was 12 but now I can’t find it… that was kinda the whole reason why I put them here…💀

The shimmers and Baxter aren’t dying. That’s that.

Marsh and Apple are out of sight, out of mind. And if the souls do go to PM, it wouldn’t be as bad for them.

Starfruit also isn’t dying, he’s just here for the fan service.

Paper is prob going to get a role where he tries to learn to work w/o his husband OJ. They aren’t offing him unless they do an entire cast massacre for the climax.

[hischierswhore]

princess

pairing: Mason Mount x Reader

TW: dad!mason is here !!!

You watched as your 1 year old daughter Madeleine crawled around the living room. She was growing fast. It felt like just last week you gave birth to the little girl in front of you. 

“Come to mama, Maddie!” You encouraged her as she smiled and let out a loud giggle. You knew she couldn’t understand what you were saying, but you didn’t care.

She crawled right into your lap as you picked her up and peppered her face with kisses. As if one cue, the front door to your home opened and you heard footsteps, meaning that Mason was finally home. He’d been training nonstop these days, barely having time to see you & Madeleine. He’d told you that since he’d finished training earlier than usual, he would come home and spend the rest of the day with you and his daughter. 

He stood in the middle of the entrance to the living room, eyes lighting up as he saw you and Maddie. He immediately dropped his bags and ran to sit next to you.

After sitting down, he gave you a long awaited kiss before reaching out to hold Maddie in his arms for the first time in what felt like months. The moment she laid her eyes on him, she clung to you and hid her face in the crop of your neck. 

The thing was that since Maddie was usually asleep when Mason got up and got home from training, she hadn’t properly seen him. Meaning she didn’t know he had shaven his beard only hours before this moment. She was used to the beard, and now it was gone, making him unrecognizable to her.

"Mads? Mads, it's daddy" He whispered softly, trying to get her to look at him, though she didn't budge. He looked at you and let out a quiet laugh. You placed Maddie in Mason's arms, hoping she would give him some sort of attention, but you couldn't have been more wrong.

"Look Maddie" He said again, even softer. But still, nothing. After a few more minutes of holding her close and talking quietly to her, he started getting frustrated. He knew she wasn’t used to seeing him without his beard.

He also knew she couldn’t comprehend what he was saying because she was too young to fully speak. So instead, he spoke in a whisper.

“It doesn’t matter Maddie… I love you. Even if you don't understand that I'm still your dad without the beard”. He handed the little girl back to you, a slight frown appearing on his face as he walked to your shared bedroom to wash up.

While he was in the bathroom, you took it upon yourself to speak to the 1 year old, though she could barely understand.

"Mads, that is dadda. He just doesn't have a beard" She shook her head as you spoke, causing you to sigh. Mason came back to the living room, sitting on the couch with the two of you.

"It'll take her some time, Y/n. I'll be fine" He'd overheard your little conversation with Maddie. Maddie crawled out of your arms and sat in between you and Mason.

"I no Maddie. I princess" She attempted to speak as she pointed to herself. At that moment, a lightbulb went off inside your brain: it's not that she didn't recognize him because of the beard. He always called her 'princess' instead of her actual name, and it seems as though he forgot to do so today, leaving the little girl slightly upset. Mason saw your facial expression change, leading him to raise an eyebrow at you.

"What?" He asked gently before you put a finger over your lips, gesturing for him to be silent.

"Mads... are you mad at daddy?" She nodded her head, leaving Mason confused.

"Why?"

"I princess!" She mumbled. You looked back at Mason.

"She's mad because you didn't call her 'princess' when you came home like you always do" You laughed, Mason's jaw dropping ever so slightly. This was the reason his daughter was being so cold with him? He picked the little girl up and held her in his arms.

"I'm sorry, princess. I can make it up to you" He leaned in to kiss the top of her head, and she cooed happily.

As the evening continued, you found yourself not just excited, but content with being around your family. Mason played silly games with Maddie, such as making noises to represent animals, or running around the house as he carried her on his back. He spent a good chunk of time cuddling and snuggling with her on the couch as you all watched a Disney movie you all knew she wouldn't remember anyways. She nestled her face against his neck, where she easily fell asleep as the movie played.

After a bit, you both became extremely tired. Mason suggested you get ready for bed while he put Maddie to sleep in her crib just across the hall from your bedroom.

You didn't hesitate as you headed upstairs, taking each step slowly and mindfully. Before you entered your bedroom, you looked over your shoulder to see that Mason had entered Maddie's room quietly, as he had the sleeping baby resting in his arms.

As he placed her in her crib, he couldn't help but admire the little angel that he was blessed with. She was fast asleep, leaving Mason to lean down and press a soft kiss to her forehead.

"Goodnight, my little princess. I love you with my whole heart, Madeleine Marie Mount" He whispered before exiting the room.

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[verycooltwist]

FAKE NUDITY !!!!

(Lightbulb x salt & pepper)

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𝘔𝘠 II2 17 FBF ANALYSIS PT2

//𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 ii2 17 trailer spoilers :3

2/2

Splitting this into 2 parts was the worst decision ever💔

Anyways-

*We go back to Mecloud with the finalists to see them carelessly thrown into a white padded room. The reason Cobs would need a room like this is unapparent to me. 😭 this is where that zoom in on Suitcase that I didn't mention comes in! (Thanks for putting everything soooo out of order, AE 🤩💜)

They seemed to get out of the cuffs by some means, I believe this is either bc they 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 a way to get them off, or the cuffs were temporary, and popped off when Steve closed that door. There is a hole in this door that I'll mention again (thanks for making my job sooooo easy, AE. 😘/sarc)

We then get a zoom in on Mephone X. Forgot about him! Oopsies!!

One thing I want to notice- 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦. I think his next victim is someone in purgatory mansion, so, that'll be fun!!

Things are brought back to the Hotel, with a new group of onlookers. Paper is among them, notable because he wasn't in the circle. This is not to say he's 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦, (we know you like to put things out of order, AE🥳), but maybe that will soothe the Paper fans. (Me.)

What we see next is the first ss of part 2 (I used that to sum up all the shots we get of Knife snd Suitcase in that room) as we see knife try to break out. Suitcase is in the back talking to him, but I can see what she might be telling him. Maybe reassurance? It's clear from her face she isn't talking much about how to get out, or at least that's what I think. Oh! And back to the hole in the door, (it's back!! 🎉) we see Steve with his hand on the glass talking into it, presumably to the finalists. And finally time for me to talk about my theories for why his glasses are broken. ↓

In my analysis of the trailer snippet, I talked about how one of the reasons the finalists (and possibly suitcase (now proven also suitcase)) could have been cuffed was if Knife went back to his 'brutish' side, and ACTUALLY punched Steve. THIS SUPPORTS THAT. Ugh I NEED to see that sorry. (Oomfie is hoping he fell flat on his face like a dumbass 💜) but by God please tell me your theories on this.

Things pan back to lightbulb, (presumably before the later circling if I can call it that) I shown with that same leader-like vigor aforementioned. I think this is early on in the episode, as Bomb is shown on the couch playing video games as he was before, AND when the circle was made, the console was unplugged, so it couldn't have been after the fact.

We then go back to the white room, with suitcase walking to (what I believe is) the door, with a less grim look on her face.

I believe this is her with an idea of how to get out, trying to show - a still reluctant to listen to her - Knife.

(Ik I'm being brief with my recapping, I'm tired. 😭)

Back at hotel OJ, we can see Paper yelling at salt. Pepper seems to have a furrow to her eyebrows in the first few frames (this will prolly be my only benefit to doing this frame by frame 💔) suggesting that she's with either Paper or Salt strongly in this argument. They both at some point are pointing (haha) at OJ, or what's left of him, as they talk, making it easy to tell that this conversation is about him. (If that want clear from the fact that OJ is the only influential person that Paper and Salt have in common.)

We get a quick glance back in purgatory mansion on Marshmallow angrily trying to rationalize whatever situation they're in to the rest for who's there. This once again supports the idea the some there has/will die due to Mephone x.

And now guess what time it is

That's right!!

Circle time.

And update!! Mephone is in the center of the circle. Whether he asked the contestants to put him there, or the contestants WANTED him there, is not so clear, though. Lightbulb seems to be storing out of the circle to do something. Also we get a quick jumpscare of suitcase before the scene changes again.

And don't you love AE being so silly? Because it looks like Mephone walking into hotel OJ! When did his ass even leave? We don't know! 🥳🤩🎉 he had a somber look on his face and watch me find out in the episode that he didn't even leave and that he's just standing in front of the door for some reason. ❤

I think that (somewhere in this episode) Bow will make that egg sound again. I mean. Look. ↓

(I'm sorry. I need to piece all of this together after I finish writing this.)

We also see (what I'm almost SURE is) Marshmallow, picking up a TV remote. Don't know why that's important yet. ❤

Back to things that ARE important!

Like Steve cobs sitting in a metal chair, smiling. His glasses are cracked here too. He's most likely looking at the finalists in the stadium we saw at the start.

And if the timeline of this ep wasn't confusing already (it is) it's even more so now! We next see Lightbulb outside of hotel OJ with Baxter and the pen Test tube got her. IMO, it seems like she's going out looking for Paintbrush. The fact that she's clicking the pen like nobody's business supports that tenfold.

Aaannd BACK TO THE STADIUM! We see two cages with either of the finalists open, both with anger splayed on their faces. But I'M more focuses on the background.

What even 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 back there? I'm done questioning why Steve has all of these rooms, because if Walkie talkie is going to take the time to tell Mephone that everything's/one's made for him, I'd believe it that she wasn't lying. 💀🙏

Once again to prove that they AREEE fighting to the death (I'm so sorry😭) suitcase takes a stance that she settles into as she exits. ;↓

I know my theory isn't strong, but I don't have much to work with here man.

After one last look at Steve on his desk chair with his glasses cracked, the trailer wraps up with a date in our faces.

And GODD AM I PUMPED! so sorry this was so long, and PLEASE Yap to me about this. I need to talk inanimate insanity or I will explode.