#locking in on my paper is hard this is gonna be on repeat for a while

[nobodynotbymitski]

sir??? are you perchance psychic? this was exactly what i needed today tbh.

[gallaghersgal]

TA lip making you cockwarm him while he grades papers because you couldn’t be patient and kept begging for him 🚶‍♀️

olive, i think this genuinely killed me. like im 6ft under. nsfw 18+. cockwarming, degradation, name calling, mean dom lip but he's secretly a softie, trust.

you're seated in lip's lap as he sits at his desk grading papers. it's a precarious perch but with the way you cling to his body it doesn't feel unsafe. his cock is brushing deep inside you, you've felt it go soft with time, as he made you wait and wait and wait for what you really wanted. you shift your hips just a bit, grinding until his tip just barely kisses your cervix. a pathetic whine falls from your lips, morphing into a startled yelp when a sharp smack! lands on your ass.

"cut it out," lip scolds. "so fuckin' needy. quit movin', you're gonna take what i give you, like the whore you are. y'understand me?"

you remove your face from its hiding place in his shoulder just to throw a frustrated pout in his direction, but he only shakes his head and threads his fingers through the hair at the base of your skull to pull you back tightly. you know better than to talk back but something in you wants to defy him. there's something to be found in the thrill of the chase, what you need so tantalizingly close, with him right where you need him and yet just out of reach. not without a great difficulty, you manage it, remaining quiet.

"you're gonna be good, right?" lip asks, his voice carrying a rough edge that has your walls pulsing around him. you feel him twitch inside you, watch him bite his lip before he adds, "gonna sit right here on my cock, an' do as i say?"

"y-yes," you manage, gasping when his grip on your hair tightens. he cocks his head as if asking, wanna try that again? "yes sir."

lip doesn't quite smile at your obedience, but there's a hint of fondness on his face. in that same stern tone that always has you willing and ready to do whatever he asks, he continues. "'ve got a deadline to meet, you know that. so you're not gonna keep squirming around, and whinin' an' shit. cause if you keep it up, swear t'god, i won't fuck you for a week. don't need t'do that to my poor needy baby, now do i?"

"no sir," you respond. "i can be good."

"good, good girl." he releases his grip then, giving soothing scratches to the area and smushing a quick kiss to your brow.

you're so eager to please, but when he tries to guide your face down to rest on him once again your stomach twists in sudden anxiety and you resist the pressure, letting out another small, needy whine. his hand moves from the back of your head to hold your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his own. you'd opened your mouth to speak but quickly close it again, frozen with intimidation, your eyes hiding from the intensity in his gaze.

"never fuckin' listen, y'stupid thing. i gave you clear instructions," lip growls, but when your glassy eyes brim with tears he finds an ounce of pity within himself. he ducks his head to meet your downcast gaze, and with a softer tone he asks, "what's the matter, sweetheart? need'ya to use y'words."

you stare at him for a few moments, whether it's to test his patience or relish in his fond softness you aren't sure. but time passes with his blue eyes locked on your own, in tune with your body and wary of any boundaries he might be inadvertently breaking, and you manage to spit it out. "kiss?" you ask softly, to which he huffs out a laugh.

his lips meet yours in a slow and firm kiss, giving you one, then two more before he separates again. the pad of his thumb traces over your bottom lip, pulling it into a pout. "that wasn't so hard, now, was it baby?" he coos, fingers moving to dig into the soft flesh of your hips. he adjusts you in his lap, makes sure you're comfortable, then one large hand is cradling your head and guiding you back to the crook of his shoulder.

"wasn' bad," you repeat softly. "thank you."

there's a kiss landing against your temple, and his lips move softly against your skin as he murmurs, "just a few more papers. then 'm all yours."

let's have a sleepover at mine | submissions closed

[pinky-promis3s]

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Letting You Draw On Them

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Imagine: you have a sharpie, they have skin, its free real estate

Includes: Colby and Sam

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Colby Brock

You knew how much Colby adored his tattoos, he had a story to each one and a meaning that he could ramble on for hours. It was hard to lie that you didn't love his tattoos either, frequently you had found yourself trace the ink with your finger and just mesmerizing the design and details. It especially happened in the morning when you would be tucked to his side, your head pressed against his chest and a palm gently over his heart lock tattoo. When you would finally wake up, that was how you would wake him up just by tracing his tattoos and admiring each one till he eventually work up; tickled from your grazing touch.

When the words left your mouth, you expected an immediate no but in your surprise, he just gave you a spare sharpie marker he had and his hand. He seemed to be too focused in his conversation with Sam and Jake to really care what you were doing to his skin or what you were putting on it. Of course, you weren't an ass. You weren't just gonna draw a penis and call it a day, no you wanted to make something nice on his skin, something he could be proud of and go 'hey my partner did this' so you did.

When he finally looked at your little drawing on the back of his hand, he smiled at it and kissed the side of your head, "you're so talented baby, thank you."

These little drawing sessions had continued, every now and again when he would just be sitting there and not doing anything too important, you would pounce with the sharpie. Or if the drawing had started to fade, he would offer up his hand after a shower and ask you to redraw it, wanting to wear your artwork for a little longer than the universe would allow.

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Sam Golbach

Sam never thought he would ever have a tattoo, it was one of those things he would admire from a far but would never do to his own skin. Months of dating and you had never told Sam about your passion for drawing, it was one of those little things you did when you were bored and you were never bored around Sam. But one night he had been editing while you were sitting on the bed across from Sam's desk, he had been in his editing zone and you found herself finding a pen on the bedside table of his bed. Without paper around, you leaned against the wall against Sam's bed and start to draw on your exposed skin, every now and again looking up to Sam who had his eyes glued to the screen.

You had lost yourself in a zone and soon found your entire forearm covered in your little drawings. When Sam had finished his editing and took off his headphones, he eyed you doodling on your skin and laid down on the bed, propping himself up on his elbow and watching you draw.

"Would you do those little drawings on me?" when you had asked Sam to repeat, not quite believing what you had heard, he had repeated with a soft smile, "I just think you're really good and I'd like to have your work on my skin." You watched Sam roll up his sleeve and offer you his arm and a giddy little joy went over you.

You practically bounced on your knees and soon had a matching doodled up arm with your boyfriend. After that day, Sam soon had asked to see all your drawings and you were happy to show him no matter what, especially when soon after the showing of your art, you found Sam asking for your drawings more and more. He loved when people would point it out in parties just so he could get a little bit more to brag about to people about how awesome you are

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[pep-rambles]

Lucifer is a Swiftie headcanons because I kin this man so much I am projecting my other hyperfixations on him

But also I mean c'mon,

Look at him

yes there is RadioApple in this

-It probably started from Charlie. When she was in high school (post emo phase obviously) she may have enjoyed Taylor Swift (maybe Fearless got her through her senior year because I can't stop projecting) Lucifer started listening to try and have something to bond with his daughter about. But about the time Charlie kind of lost interest is about the time Lucifer doubled down on his obsession.

-He has been to basically almost every Eras concert, usually in really good seats because many a swiftie has offered to sell their soul for tickets. He said keep your soul just let him tag along.

-He is definitely an Evermore stan mostly because of relating too hard to the divorce narrative of it.

-Speaking of, Charlie has threatened to lock him out of his Spotify after catching him on the floor crying to “Champaign Problems” on repeat too many times. She never would but most definitely tried to ban him from listening to it for a month.

-She then caught him crying to “You’re Loosing Me”

-Angel Dust is most definitely  Beyhive (killer bee probably) and though initially joking that they are rivals the two men bond over their love for the two queens of pop, recommending songs and videos to each other.

-Angel is a Reputation Stan though 

-After one of Lucifer’s many tiffs with Alastor,  Charlie is expressing her frustration asking her dad why can’t they just get along and Lucifer explains that he doesn’t trust Alastor because “I think his ever-present grin is a little troubling” and is a little upset when she doesn’t get it 

-One day, Luci is sitting in the Lobby doing his work while listening to Taylor on shuffle. He’s casually minding his own business jamming out to one of her poppier love songs and Alastor wanders in commenting on the “Obnoxious trite little diddy” Lucifer doesn't even hesitate to take the bait

L: HOW DARE YOU! SHE IS A TALENTED GODDESS!! A DOWNRIGHT MUSICAL CHAMELEON! You are such a snob Alastor! Good music didn't stop getting made after your tiny little lifetime.

A: I never said it did but it's certainly not this frivolous noise!

L: Oh, you uninformed uncultured cur! She is a fucking poet!

He then proceeds to play examples for Alastor of her most creative and heart wrenching lyrics (he absolutely makes Al sit through all 10 minutes and 13 seconds of ATW) 

After all that though Lucifer will never get Alastor to admit that he finds T.S. musically talented (or that Lucifer did in fact catch Al tapping his foot a couple times)

        -Alastor does come to Lucifer, after a bit of research, admitting that though he does not find her music enjoyable, he respects her business cunning. Luci figures that's good enough. For now. 

-because I bet my non-existent Eras tour tickets that Lilith was a hater. I’ll leave it at that.

-OP works at Barnes & Noble and let me tell you there are about 80 different Taylor Swift magazines that even my swiftie ass thinks is excessive but Lucifer has every single one

-including the Taylor Swift paper dolls magazine (yes this is a real thing). He probably gets a few because he convinces Charlie to use them as a team building activity.

-He has at least 3 copies of each of the covers for the 2023 TIME Person of the Year magazine. 

-Also all cardigans. On a casual day he definitely lounges in them and has a set rotation of when to wear each one (and I am totally not gonna draw that nope)

-Well, it seems Lucifer is no longer crying to the depressing break-up songs on repeat but now he seems to be angrily listening to “Gorgeous” on repeat. Charlie asks him about it and he goes full denial mode “No no Charlie I'm not thinking of anyone specific, I've just been really into this song lately.” Everyone else in the hotel, besides Alastor, has already figured out what's going on

Alastor: If I have to hear that obnoxious noise one more time I will reduce that tiny maniac’s room to rubble as well as the abode of whatever sad sack is making him play it.

Angel: *knowing smirk* I'm gonna hold ya to that one, Antlers. 

-Al may very well hear it one more time if Lucifer uses it as his confession song (I don't fully commit to this headcanon, I just think it's funny) 

-Anyway boy’s probably in his Reputation stan Era b/c LWYMMD is like his long overdue big F-YOU to Heaven song 

btw this is NOT gonna end at these headcanons I am running with this idea like scissors.

@nunalastor

@julsiemagne

@nose-nippin-fun (I know you're not a swiftie but we talked about this so idk if you care I can un-tag you if you want)

[eat-limes-bitches]

Be Brave

PAIRING: Female Reader x  Bucky Barnes

SUMMARY: On a cold lonely night, Bucky finds something he never expected to.

SONG Be Brave by Owl City

WARNINGS: Angst, (Bucky's self loathing, anxiety, mention of nightmares, hinting to PTSD) Hints of fluff (Alpine is the best)

Word Count: 942

A/N: Hi! I wrote this with a second and third part in mind but I wanted your opinions first! Should I leave it like this or do you want to see where this relationship goes?

Enjoy! <3

Divider by Rookthorne

Bucky woke up from sleeping on the floor like a vagrant with a start, frantically looking around the room. Taking a few deep breaths he went through the mantra his therapist told him to use when he was discombobulated. 

I am James Bucky Barnes, I’m in my apartment, the year is 2024, and I have a white cat named Alpine

Repeating his little phrase under his breath, he found himself starting to calm down a little bit. Looking at the clock, he was a little disappointed to see that it was only midnight, meaning he only slept for three-ish hours. He sat on the floor for just a little while longer before pulling himself up, throwing on some clothes, grabbing his keys, and leaving his warm apartment out into the chilly New York night. He wandered down the street, feeling a little lonely. Steve was gone, Sam was visiting his family in Louisiana, and, well, he didn’t have anyone else. He kept walking until he found himself at the movie theater. Deciding he didn’t have anything better to do, he bought a ticket for the only show playing and found his seat.  

Out of habit, he glanced around noticing a few people and the glowing exit sign but what caught his attention was a woman, sitting in the same row as him. The light of the silver screen lit up her features causing his heart to flutter in his chest, something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Knowing she was there, he found it hard to focus on the movie, sneaking glances at her every few seconds until he was eventually caught. Their eyes locked and Bucky blushed as his eyes widened. He was worried she was gonna call him a creep, or leave but instead she just smiled at him and offered a small wave.  Getting over his initial shock, Bucky returned the wave and watched as the woman returned to the film.

 Bucky stayed in his seat as the credits began to roll, glancing over to see the woman grabbing her coat and bag indicating that she was getting ready to leave, much to Bucky’s dismay. He sat there bitterly, wishing that he had the courage to go and ask her name, but that Bucky was long gone. He was so stuck in his head that he didn’t notice her walk by his seat. He did, however, notice the brush of her fingers against his gloved hands. He snapped his head up to look at her but she was already exiting the theater so he looked down at his hands and a little gasp left his mouth at what he saw, a little paper crane sat perfectly in his hands with a phone number and two words BE BRAVE. 

With a gentleness he didn’t know he possessed, he placed the paper bird in his pocket, walked out of the theater, and began his trek home. His thumb and finger brushed over the paper in his pocket as he thought about the girl. Do I text her? Do I call her? How do people do this nowadays? Maybe I should text Sam? No, He’d just laugh at me. By the time he reached his apartment, he decided that he would text her. He entered the apartment and pulled out his phone along with the little bird. After he pulled up the messaging app, he punched in the number and sent a simple message that honestly took him too long to come up with.

B: Hi, I got your note. Would you maybe want to get some coffee? I know a little place near the theater we could go to. My name is Bucky by the way.

He pressed send and when the little delivered message popped up he immediately descended into a panic. He put his phone on the kitchen counter and began frantically pacing around. Alpine, hearing the rapid footsteps, appeared in the kitchen and observed Bucky for a moment. Eventually, she hopped down from the counter and stood in the middle of his walking path, letting out a little meow to further capture his attention. Bucky paused and with a sigh, scooped up Alpine into his arms.

“Alpine, what am I doin’?” I know I didn’t do this right.”

He huffed, running his fingers through her snowy white fur. Alpine just blinked and tilted her head, as if she was asking him to continue. Bucky sank to the floor, pressing his back up against the cabinets, continuing to absent mindedly rub Alpines chin. 

“She probably thinks I’m a creep, o-or she knows who I am and just wanted to tell me what a monster I am. Maybe it’s not too late to delete that message..” 

Placing Alpine on the ground, Bucky stood to retrieve his phone and his heart stopped when he saw there was a message.

Y: Hi Bucky! My name is Y/n! I would love to get a coffee! Would tomorrow at 9 be ok? What’s the name of the shop?

Bucky started at the phone unblinking. He looked to Alpine, back to his phone, then Alpine again. He remembered the words on the little paper bird before taking a breath and responding.

B: Yeah, 9 is great! The shop is called Joe’s. 

Bucky watched as the sent message changed to read and then the three little dots dancing in the bottom left corner before her response appeared on his screen.

Y: Awesome! I will See you at 9 at Joe’s!

Bucky placed his phone down on the counter and looked down at Alpine who was watching him Curiously. 

“I have a date tomorrow Apl.”

[cherubfae]

(Gently requests Ignis finding out he's going to be a daddy and/or he's gonna be a girl dad.)

ℑ'𝔪 𝔤𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔞 𝔣𝔞𝔥𝔱𝔥𝔲��? {𝔦𝔤𝔫𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔠𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔞}

tags: sfw, fluff, fem!reader, pregnancy, soft iggy, established relationship, domestic bliss, some baby planning, let's not take Noah's titling seriously okay x3

At first, Ignis honestly can't comprehend the little stick you're holding directly in front of his eyes even with glasses on.

"Honey, my vision is good but not that good. What is it? Allow me to see more clearly, please." His fingers curl around your wrist and tug your hand back so he can look at what you are holding not so directly. Ignis stutters at the object. A pregnancy test. With two positive lines.

He turned to you, half in disbelief, half in utter shock. His eyes search yours, desperately searching for any sign of falsehood and when he finds none he begins to weep softly.

"A family... Our own little family." Ignis tugged you to him, burying his face in your bosom. "The gods have answered my prayers."

Ignis is cautious, immediately taking even better care of you and the new life growing inside your belly. You're not allowed to do any heavy lifting, no scooping the kitty box, and he (unfortunately, because he loves you and your baby) limits your caffeine intake.

❀ Ignis is SO excited to be a dad!! But also really nervous but excited. He goes back and forth between these two emotions consistently throughout your pregnancy.

❀ He does not make you feel bad about any pregnancy cravings! No matter the weird combo! He might try them with you and definitely will research combinations that promote yours and the baby's health!

❀ Spends a lot of time researching. He's definitely the soon-to-be parent who buys all of the books and gets sucked into baby safety because my dude is paranoid about something happening. Sweet man is such a worrywort.

❀ Is able to debunk scams when it comes to certain baby products but he will also get scammed by this $300 baby proof cabinet lock that certainly isn't cheaper anywhere else...

❀ Starts to cry when you're picking out baby clothes and he's holding little booties on his fingers looking at you like he's already the proudest father ever and you're little one isn't even here yet. ಥ⁠╭⁠╮⁠ಥ

❀ Ignis will come with you to as many doctor appointments as he can, especially if it's getting harder for you to move on your own. He wants to ensure your safety and your health needs have been met. Plus, it makes him feel good to help out his fianceé.

❀ Definitely plays classical music for your baby. All of the big names at a gentle volume. He wants to give your child the best start in life he possibly can. You and the baby will want for nothing (uncle Noctis will see to this also!)

❀ The Chocobros will all lend a hand in caring for you. It's super sweet. In your heart you knew it was because Ignis has been freaking out and they'd like to keep their friend as sane as possible. They would've done so anyway because they love you and they're super excited for you and Ignis to become parents.

History has a habit of repeating itself. A few months later you all but shove a piece of paper into your fiancé's face. You carry the same energy as an Animal Crossing character showing off their newest fish. Noctis would be proud.

"Dear, what is this? Did you get the gender results?" Ignis adjusts his glasses, pushing them back up the bridge of his nose. Smiling wide, he leaned back again to see what you are holding more clearly. The ultrasound is grainy and it's hard to make out the baby even with the nurse's helping outline.

❀ He will love your child no matter the gender but he was always super fond of having a little girl he could coddle and protect. He's a sucker for 'daddy's little girl' kind of clothing and definitely would have vests to match his daughter's dress. But of course, his tie remains yours and yours alone to pick out

❀ Absolutely starts bawling his eyes out the moment he finds out you're having a little girl. He knows he looks unsightly with big, fat tears and snot dripping down his noses. Let's be real, he was going to cry either way.

❀ Surprise! You pull another ultrasound and reveal you're also having a little boy! Twins! Ignis's heart absolutely swells with love and adoration. Now everything is even. Two kids would definitely be his maximum, but he might be able to be persuaded to have a third and fourth. He hopes your baby boy looks like you and his little girl looks like him.♡

As a little bonus, you have the rest of the Chocobros over at your new home a fair bit. With your family growing so rapidly, you needed the extra space for two little kiddos.

As they grow, you both wanted them to have their own spaces to express themselves as individuals instead of being forced to share.

Noctis and Prompto are completely fine with being the fun uncles for your little tater-tots. Neither they or their partners want children at this time (and potentially not ever, depends.), but Gladio would love a big family one day! For now, the other three will live vicariously through you and Ignis ♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱

|| ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ, ʀᴇᴜꜱᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴇᴅɪᴛ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ɪɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴀʏ! ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ. ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜱɪᴛᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ. ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜰᴜʟ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ © ᴄʜᴇʀᴜʙꜰᴀᴇ 2024 ||

[bella-rose29]

episode 5 commentary - Death Is Coming

the usual warnings of swearing and lack of context, as well as a lot of comments on hands and arms and obviously spoilers for both the series and the books

girl has stare down with a skull in a jar

omg it's been so long since I watched and I forgot how pretty lockwood is

OMG HE ASKS IF SHE WANTS JUICE

WHAT IF THE JUICE IS ORANGE AND HAS BITS IN

lolllll George is shipping already and the episode only just started

Georgie needs more sleep

lockwood takes the Mum Stance

I always think that the DEPRAC van is a lego van bc it's yellow

ohhh you can really see how big the coat is on lockwood :(((

ooo nice detail with the lavender pin that he has

'wILL yOu cAN iT pAm'

hands

ugh Lockwood's so pretty

Georgie noo

'bobby Vernon will have been at it since dawn'

'alarming how quickly you got into character' (code for: I am completely in love with you')

careful Georgie that's a lot of blood

ew dead body

'I know him' YOU CAN SEE HOW UPSET HE IS BUT HE'S GONNA HIDE IT BC HE FEELS THE NEED TO BE STRONG ALL THE TIME

I JUST WANNA GIVE HIM A HUG

CAMERON CHAPMAN THE MAN YOU ARE HOW DO YOU DO THE MICRO EXPRESSIONS SO WELL

ohhh lockwood is trying so hard to not be upset and it breaks my heart :((( poor boy

✨swagger✨

I want an epic breakfast

'I hardly knew him' BOY DON'T-

wow she's a bitch let my boy do research

get away from Georgie you bitch

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'when am I not nice' Luce I hate to break it to you

Lucy that is very clearly a ghost and not a real baby

silly goose behaviour

'I did' QUEEN

'who's the latest slapper?' ICONIC

'oh wow, a female serial killer? aspirational, why don't you stick it on a t-shirt'

I love lockwood bc he makes sure the remains go to a good home AND Flo gets her money

ohhhh I just had a Thought! what if one of the reasons they made Joplin a woman was to draw parallels between her and Mary dulac??? one of the headlines on the papers is 'mystery madwoman: Bickerstaff connection?' so maybe they wanted to repeat the past but this time make the crazy one go too far and die? idk if that even makes sense but oh well

Georgie noooo

no leave him alone

let him go clean the oven and I'll be there to make him a tea

WIFE BEHAVIOUR

he can't even slice toast without being Extra

JONATHAN BESTIEEEEE

'a suicide note' Lucy honey have you noticed that your bf has a tendency for suicidal things

I really wish the bisto was in the background bc that would be hilarious

'I thought you'd be dead by now' NO LETS TAKE A MOMENT TO TALK ABOUT THIS

BECAUSE HE GOES FROM QUIRKING A LIL SMILE, TO LOOKING DOWN AND THE SMILE DISAPPEARING, TO INHALING AND SMILING EVEN WIDER BECAUSE HE KNOWS LUCY IS WATCHING HIM

give that boy some therapy for free

aw two nerds talking about mythology (I wish I was the other one)

also can we talk about the STAGING OF THIS SCENE??? BECAUSE JOPLIN HAS A MIRROR OVER HER LEFT SHOULDER AND GEORGE HAS ONE OVER HIS RIGHT

also George has the city lights behind him and Joplin just has the beige walls and I love that for some reason, maybe to show that George's life is bright and he's got life left in him whereas Joplin can only gain brightness from George bc she needs him for the mirror? idk if I'm explaining that right but oh well! also Joplin's mirror reflects the light behind George which is funky

just you wait for my next analysis of the show which is almost certainly gonna be on the use of mirrors lol

THE STAGING AGAIN

FILMING THEM IN THE MIRRORS

I LOVE THIS GHOST SHOW

'how did you meet Flo?' 'can't remember. ages ago' LOL HE'S HIDING THE FACT HE GOT HIS ASS BEATEN

ohhh the green lighting

'I'm not worried. are you?' well not when you say it like that

while I do love this show I am very sad we didn't see more of lockwood using disguises

of course he knows how to pick locks

I don't like it either Lucy dw

I love how jarringly innocent the stuffed bear is compared to the fact that they're in the warehouse of a family with a significantly traumatised boy

lockwood and kids <3

sack of potatoes

I cannot stop thinking about the fact that she must be dragging the Actual Cameron Chapman out by his feet

Georgie noooooo

idk why he's looking around bc he doesn't have his glasses on so he can't see shit

I shouldn't feel the way I do about lockwood regaining consciousness but the expressions- I just- hmm

'I'm a burglar, you should call the police' honey not one of your better lies

no bc why when I first watched this did I think that winkman was the same actor as Pekka Rollins

winkman: 'shall I draw some pretty pictures on your pretty little face'

lockwood: 'omg you think I'm pretty?? 🤭🥰'

ohhh I'm getting inspiration for a fic I started planning 👀

I can't imagine having to pretend you're being electrocuted like how do you know how to act that

I feel like something can be said about Leopold wearing red and mrs winkman (I forgot her first name WAIT ADELAIDE) also wearing red but idk what

omg hedgehogwood

winkman is actually so funny *points at lockwood* *puts hand over heart* 'ohhh' he's literally us

aw lockwood pls don't say that she's got more to live for than you :(((

omg Lucy tells Leopold to get out the way <333 she'll regret that :D

this couple loves setting fires

Georgie seriously how are you without your glasses rn

green light green light green light

funny looking bird you got there george

'total psychos' dude-

'I prefer to call it a noble sacrifice' NO I COULD WRITE AN ESSAY ABOUT IT

greeeeeeen lightssssss

'what is going on with you' Cameron Chapman Acts his Fucking Face Off

omg lockwood saw the knife and then looked out the door to see what was there

that's such an awful angle to be lying down

omg poor lockwood

the way he's sat in that final frame breaks my heart bc he's literally just had someone else die in his home :(((

wow what a depressing note to end on

[leavingautumn13]

For the WIP title asks:

Rising Tide (which is also a song by Sunny Day Real Estate)!

Tell me, do Kyogre and Groudon meet at the shore to enjoy a nice playdate while Maxie and Archie fight over land/water property lines like the suburban dads they are?

this ask is sending me, oh my lord. thank you--i laughed pretty hard at this :D

and this song is within the time frame of songs i'm referencing in the fic, so that's just perfect! thank you!

"color your skin with gold, and the violence remains cover your eyes with rose, but the stain remains will you repair your life with all the holes you fill? smother your will and drain you of your passion..."

oh yeah, that's going on the playlist.

as for our beloved suburban dads, i can't say too much without spoiling the last quarter or so of the fic--though i guess i have been pretty transparent about maxie actually succeeding in catching groudon. that's a thing that happens. gonna be mum about the circumstances and implications and fallout of that, though. i'm sure it turns out fine.

as for the wip itself, it's the first chapter of eye of the storm. the title refers to the circumstances that drive may to leave home in the first place--things get to be too much for her.

for a little context about my may, she's 22 at the start of the fic, and had moved out of her parents' house at 18, back when they still lived in johto. she opted to move back in with them temporarily when they moved to hoenn (instead of staying in johto by herself), and it's a choice she starts regretting very quickly. snippet under the cut. i feel like i should add a trigger warning for this as well--it's a bad situation if you've ever been in it before but pretty vague if you don't know what you're looking at. tw for implied emotional abuse, i suppose.

This was bad.

May sat on the carpeted top stair and gripped her empty mug so tightly her knuckles turned white. A faint “godsdammit” floated around the corner that led into the living room and up to her ears. Whatever her mother was fussing with down there had her, to be incredibly mild, extremely pissed off.

This was bad, but it had probably been worse at some point before. Not that May could put a finger on when, exactly; the last four years of solitude had papered over the memory of her mother’s moods with a series of perfectly pleasant lunches and borderline enjoyable outings to the movies. The tone of voice May was catching now, in snippets from the ground floor, was a knife widening the old wound of the six years before that, during their time in Olivine, after their last big move. The first time this had happened, May had been thirteen and stupidly hopeful.

She didn’t have age as an excuse this time.

Did she really need another cup of coffee? She could turn around, tail between her legs, and head back to her room. This one locked, though that might cause her more problems in the long run. She’d already endured the years of formless suspicion about why she kept her door closed all the time, and even that particularly bad summer where the door had been removed entirely. She didn’t need, didn’t want a repeat of that. Something told her the offense her mother would suffer over a locked door would be far greater than over a closed one. Teenagers were just like that, after all. From an adult it would be an insult.

Moving back in had been a massive fucking mistake.

[tenaciouschronicler]

August 28 2024 2009

Time to loot the loot!

First up some books. The first we all saw, COLONEL SASSACRE'S DAUNTING TEXT OF MAGICAL FRIVOLITY AND PRACTICAL JAPERY, but way more worn and potentialy deadlier. Next is the FATHERLY GENT'S SHAVING ALMANAC, currently useless to John with his lack of need but very important to Dad if he locked it in the safe. But I want to bring attention to the newspaper clippings.

Very worn with the only visible date being Monday April 13, 199X. Apparently some years back meteors also rained down shortly after 4am. The ones in the paper were not the only occurrence and, suspiciously, were downplayed as 'not foreboding' or 'not really a big deal' despite creating casualties. A Crocker facility and a residential space have suffered damage. Not sure why Dad would have kept this but with the repeating 4/13 there has to be some importance. Probably a cake mix shortage knowing his love of baking.

But just to rip us back from thinking too hard on it John finds a note from Dad on the wall:

SON.

IF YOU ARE READING THIS, IT MEANS YOU ARE NOW STRONG ENOUGH TO LIFT THE SAFE. YOU ARE NOW A MAN.

AS SUCH, YOU ARE ENTITLED TO WHAT IS INSIDE. I KNOW YOU WILL TAKE THIS RESPONSIBILITY SERIOUSLY.

I AM SO PROUD OF YOU.

Youll have to excuse me as I SOB MY HEART OUT!!

Behind the note is the safe code, 02-49-13.

A couple of things happen that made me lose it laughing so hard but it should be noted one of my many questions has been answered. A blank card has only a string of 0's while a card containing a card is a sting of 1's. Each code generated is probably some sort of fusion of binary and hex though Im not even gonna try to think of what the formula is.

Ok so, in normal John fashion he captchas the card but only having three means...

Instead of changing his modus and adding the card to the deck, John punches the 2xCaptchacard bringing him to a grand total two usable cards.

John: Throw hat down in disgust.

Goodbye, hat. (HOW EVEN?? The bounce in that hat is off the charts!)

Not learning his lesson, John captchas the punched card creating a 3xCaptchacard...

Sweet Catch, Rose! The panel below this with Roses cursor slowly bringing the PDA back to John just reeks of passive agression. Do you think before you act, John? Of course not you only do...

John: Take PDA.

The two card sylladex: inventory of dumbasses.

At this point I had to stop reading from how hard I was laughing. Even putting this together is making me giggle in delight.

Luckily the tome is too heavy to get much air and instead crushes the imp unware of its fate.

Under the cut is a bunch of stuff regarding Johns leveling.

Now the level up panel had me questioning some things. Last time we saw John level up he was only at PLUCKY TOT but now we are at PESKY URCHIN. Looking back he sucessfully killed two imps during the pogo ride, presumably the EXP for the other 3 levels

Looking at the panel where Rose is building she now has 80 grist she can work with when last it was only 50. John also gained a bunch of boondollars and now has MAN GRIT. So what info can we glean from all this.

My guess is one imp slaying gained two levels while the other gained one. The next level will either again be one imp or require two imps for enough EXP. Level ups may take climbing more rungs before giving rewards, my guess is it happened at ANKLEBITER.

Rewards are also not equal among levels. The new CACHE gain is at 40 and seeing as the other two were 10 and 20 respectively means ANKLEBITER increased the cache by 30. But GEL is only at 15. In this way GEL is harder to grind for, with longer spans between gains. We cant know for sure though without seeing the whole cache list. BOONDOLLARS dont seem to have a pattern. John gained a whopping 415 which is not a pretty number to split between three levels. This last kill saw a gain of 200, so who knows what the criteria is for this. Again MAN GRIT is new so its up in the air how this one will function. Overall it seems to me right now rewards are at every second level at minimum.

*Editing to add current proposed limits: GEL 30, GRIST 120, MAN GRIT 5

[only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are]

Day 9: Oxygen - Medi Whump May

ANOTHER ONE - another Supernatural fanfic, that is

Medi Whump May Masterlist

"Sammy, I need help!"

Dean and Sam had been on a particularly strange ghost case at a NASA base. Dean had been investigating the base on his own, when the ghost locked him into a vacuum chamber.

"It's activating, Sammy!" Dean yelled into the phone now, slamming his hands against the door.

"Okay, Dean. Just, uh.. stay calm." Sam's voice replied. "You gotta find the mechanism to deactivate it. I can walk you through it."

Dean glanced around the chamber. "Okay, uh, I see a bunch of levers and uh, stuff. I don't know! What do I do? How do I know which one?"

Dean could feel the oxygen dropping, quickly. "Uh. Finding it hard to see right now, Sam. Everything's a littlewonky-" His words were slurring together, too. "Crap."

"Crap." Echoed Sam from the phone. "Okay, uh. Stay calm. Panicking is only gonna make it worse. I'm here, I'm just coming in the building. You gotta hold on just a bit longer, okay?"

"Yeah." Dean grunted, bracing himself against the wall. "Sureeeesammm-"

Dean's eyes rolled back into his head and he slipped to the ground, unconscious.

Moments later, Sam came barreling through the base, salt-loaded gun cocked and at the ready. He spun round corner after corner, prepared for the ghost to jump out at him. He quickly found the vacuum chamber and disarmed the gun, tossing it aside so he could focus on opening the containment area.

"Dean! I'm here! Just hold on." Sam yelled.

Eventually, Sam managed to bust the door open. He stopped short, seeing Dean's unconscious body on the floor.

"Dean!"

He dropped to the ground beside Dean, rolling his brother over so he could take a look. Dean's lips were blue.

"Dean!" He yelled.

Sam dragged his brother out of the chamber. With one hand, he reached for his phone and dialed 911. With the other, he frantically slapped Dean's cheek, trying to get his older brother to come to.

"Hang in there, buddy." Sam muttered.

------

Dean's hearing came back first.

Beep, beep, beep..

What was that?

Dean's vision started to come into focus, blurred white spots slowly blinking into fluorescent lights on a cieling. He grunted as he tried to push himself upright, spotting Sam in the corner of the room.

"Hey, hey." Sam called, rushing to his brother's side. "Take it easy."

"What happened?" Dean groaned, taking stock of himself and the room.

There was an IV in his hand, an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose, and wires snaking our from the top of his paper gown.

"Hospital?"

"Yeah." Sam replied.

Dean reached for the oxygen mask, and Sam slapped his hand away.

"Oh, no you don't." Sam reached for the nurse call button and pressed it.

"Dude, I'm fine. Get me outta here." Dean grumbled, his voice muffled by the oxygen mask.

Just then, a male nurse came in, led by a female doctor. The doctor was a stunning Japanese woman, her long coarse black hair pulled out of her face in a chignon and revealing her slender features. 

"On second thought.." Dean murmured to Sam, smirking.

The younger Winchester rolled his eyes.

"How are you feeling, Mr.." The Doctor consulted her clipboard. "Bond?"

"You can call me Jack." Dean smiled mischievously.

"Alright, Jack." The Doctor said, returning the smile with amusement. "What an unfortunate accident, you were in, huh? Must have been terrifying."

"Oh yeah. Real scary." Dean said, though he shrugged. "Thank God my brother got there in time to get me out, though."

The nurse and Doctor moved around Dean, checking the machines.

"Indeed." The Doctors smiled gently said as she moved to Dean's side. "Alright, Jack. I'm just going to have a listen to your lungs."

She pulled her stethoscope off her neck and slipped the bell of the instrument down Dean's hospital gown.

"Breathe in for me."

Dean drew in a deep breath.

"And out."

Dean released the breath.

After they repeated that a few times, the doctor asked him to cough. Dean coughed, then wheezed a little as he struggled to get air back into his lungs. He grimaced as he struggled to get his breathing under control.

"Are you alright?"

"You okay?" Sam asked, putting his hand on Dean's arm.

"Yeah, peachy." Dean stammered after he managed to get in a few more deep breaths.

"Okay Jack, I'm going to need to keep you here for a few days just to monitor your oxygen levels." The doctor informed him.

"Okay, Doc. Whatever you say." Dean replied with a wink.

When the doctor and nurse had left the room, Dean smacked Sam on the arm.

"Ow!"

"She was cute."

Sam sighed. "Okay, Jack. Whatever you say."

"Bitch." Dean smirked.

"Jerk."

@mediwhumpmay

[2fox2furious]

A Glitch in the System Part 4

"Oh, I think I've got it Stanley!"

Stanley looked up from the doodles he had been scribbling on the edge of the notebook. [Got what?]

"A name for me. Or, well, some options. You'll help me pick, won't you?"

[Sure.] Stanley sat up from his spot on the couch, resting his head on the hand he didn't use to write. [It's your name though.]

"Well yes, I know that. But there are so many good names out there, why, it's hard to choose." Stanley nodded, gesturing with his hand for The Narrator to keep going. "See, Stanley, I'm between Byron, Francis, and Melville, do any of these stand out to you? Are they, oh I don't know, fitting enough?"

[You look like a Byron.]

"Yes, thank you! I thought as much, I—"

Stanley held up his hand. [But I like Francis too. I think you could make a good Francis.]

"Hmm, that is true." The Narrator sighed, sitting down next to Stanley. The old couch groaned underneath the both of them. "So does this mean Melville is out of the picture?"

Stanley nodded. [Axe it.]

"Ah, you're right. Okay, consider it gone." He pretended to crumple up a piece of paper and throw it over his shoulder. "Let's see then. Byron, Francis. Byron, Francis. Hmm, oh, it's so hard to choose. I could keep repeating them I suppose until I make a decision... Byron, Francis. By—"

Stanley held up his hand again, waving it in front of The Narrator's face. [I like Francis. It's fun.]

"Yes, yes it is, but Byron—"

[Use it for a last name or something.]

The Narrator's face lit up. "Oh Stanley, what a brilliant idea! Yes, that's what I'll do, I'll craft it into a wonderful last name."

[So?]

The Narrator—no, Francis nodded. "Yes, Francis it is! Oh my, it'll be hard getting used to having a name...I'm Francis now, can you believe it?"

[It'll be so much easier to write from now on.]

"Of course, yes, there's that too." Francis sprung up from the couch, a new pep in his step. "You know, all this name choosing has really gotten me in the adventuring mood again. What do you say, Stanley?"

He groaned, but allowed Francis to pull him to his feet. [Don't know what else you think we'll find out there. What is it, the fourth time we're going out there?]

"Fifth actually! I've been counting."

[You sure have been.]

"Well, there's something about this place. Something to find...I can practically taste it, Stanley!"

[I didn't realize you wanted to get rid of me that badly.] Stanley twirled his pencil between two fingers. [You really want me to leave as soon as possible, huh?]

Francis's eyes widened. "No, no, nothing like that. You'll find out soon enough I think."

[Find out what?]

"Just a theory, Stanley, nothing to worry yourself with."

[What is it?]

Francis started to respond, when without warning he froze, eyes locked on something behind Stanley. His eyebrows furrowed, yellow eye glowing brighter than it usually did. Stanley spun around, but nothing seemed out of place. Francis sighed.

"Ah, must've just been a trick of the light, nevermind me." His voice was firm, but Stanley saw the way his hand wavered as he pushed open the door. "We should...get going though, just in case."

Stanley continued to grumble as they set back out into the forest.

[Tell me!]

"Stanley, please just drop it," Francis sighed. "It's unfinished. An idea, nothing more."

[So is everything else here.]

"Not you. Not me."

[Yeah, well we're not supposed to be here.]

"That's exactly my concern," Francis mumbled, shielding his eyes as he glanced up at the sky. "We shouldn't stay here much longer."

[I think we already established that.]

"Oh, don't give me that. I'm working on it."

[And? Not gonna tell me that either?]

"I—" Francis let out an exasperated breath. "You can be insufferable, are you aware of that?"

[Don't keep avoiding my questions, Francis, please. I'm stuck here too.]

Rubbing his head, Francis said, "Yes, yes, you're right. An old habit I suppose." He cleared his throat. "This place wasn't meant to hold finished ideas you see. I fear it won't be able to handle people and concepts such as ourselves."

[So? Any way for us to get out?]

"Goodness, it's been so long, I don't remember all that's here. There was..." He laughed. "Oh, that's right, the game show! Why, how could I forget? Yes, I was quite fond of that one."

[Why'd you scrap that one then?]

"Ah, glitches again, it was very unfortunate. Plus, the doors didn't mesh well with the parable... although, I don't remember—"

Stanley waited for Francis to respond, but he was silent. Quieter than even the air around them, with it's low, mechanical hum.

He turned, searching for his friend, only for the Francis as he knew him to be gone.

Instead, the creature was there again, in his place.

[Francis?] He went to take a step forward, but the creature held a hand up, stopping him in his place.

"Stay back Stanley. This form, it's unstable—"

Stanley shook his head. Holding out his hand, he waited, watching Francis with expectant eyes.

"What am I ever going to do with you?" Francis muttered. After a bit more coaxing from Stanley, he reached out tentatively, fingers grazing the palm of Stanley's hand.

It felt like being shocked.

He immediately recoiled his hand as a jolt of energy shot up his arm. He shook it, wincing, to try and get rid of that lingering, prickling feeling. It didn't hurt horribly, asides from being startled, but when he looked up, Francis's eyes were wide.

Pulling his notepad back out, Stanley quickly scribbled, [It's okay, I'm fine.] But when he looked up, Francis was gone.

Streaks of yellow hung in the air where he must've ran off to. Stanley knew better than to reach out and touch it, deterred by the sparking and buzzing that accompanied it. But those bright colors were fading fast, and Stanley knew he didn't have the time to stand around any longer.

He had to find Francis.

Stanley wanted to call out to him, to tell him to wait, but his voice caught in his throat. So, he chased after him, following the sparks of color that wound through trees and illuminated the shadows. Stanley was quick, but each natural obstacle seemed to almost bend before Francis, branches and rocks all making way for him, only to spring back up in Stanley's face.

Fumbling with his notepad, he ripped a piece of paper out and crumpled it up into a ball. Breath held, he chucked it as hard as he could in Francis's direction.

The ball didn't come anywhere near Francis, but at the sharp sound he froze and turned to face Stanley. His eyes were like flashlights as they stared him down, and the only sound in the forest besides Stanley's heavy breathing were the methodical ticking of his many clock faces.

[Stop running] Stanley scribbled, clutching his stomach as he tried to catch his breath.

"Stanley, I—"

He held up his hand. [No. No. You say you want to help me so badly, but then you run from me? Do you even want to help me at all?] He leaned back against the nearest tree, never taking his eyes off Francis. His hand shook more than he'd like to admit as he continued. [Why do you want me gone so badly?]

Francis's eyes widened. "No! No, that's not at all what I want Stanley. I want to send you home, I want you to be happy."

[Well I don't want to go home!] Stanley wanted to shout at him, to make himself known. The tightness he felt whenever he tried to speak was still there, but something changed, he could tell. Like all of the words that had been building up inside him knocked a pebble loose in the mound of rocks blocking his throat. "I want to stay here. With you," he cried out, voice small and mangled from lack of usage. It was an unfamiliar sound. He almost didn't recognize it.

Francis seemed to reach out a hand, longing to close the gap between them, but he hesitated, all four arms falling stiffly at his sides. "All I've ever done is hurt you, Stanley." The crack in his voice made Stanley's stomach turn. Just as he wasn't used to his own voice, he wasn't used to this side of Francis's as well. He felt that feeling wash over him again, the one that grabbed his tongue and refused to let go. Why did he say what he did? He shouldn't have, it only made the situation worse.

[That was different.]

"No it wasn't! It...it wasn't, Stanley. This is still the Parable—MY parable. Let me help you, Stanley."

[You want to help me?]

Francis nodded. "You may not believe me, but—"

[So come with me.]

"Come...with you?"

Stanley nodded. [Home.]

"I...I don't know if I can, Stanley."

[Why not?]

He sighed. "I'm not from that world. I don't know if my physical form can sustain itself when outside of the parable."

[So let me stay here with you.]

"It's not safe for you here."

[I don't care.]

"I care, Stanley!" Francis snapped, glowing yellow tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. "I care..."

Stanley took a step towards him, barely flinching as the world warped around them, until Francis looked human again. He brushed his eyes and readjusted his glasses, before straightening out his tie. "Ah, forgive me Stanley, I don't know what came over me back there."

[It's okay. You're allowed to feel emotions.]

With a dismissive wave of his hand, Francis set off back towards the house. "Yes yes, I'm well aware. Let's go back to the house, shall we? It's getting late."

[We've hardly done anything!]

"Well, I think it would be best for...the both of us, if we were to head back now, wouldn't you agree?"

Stanley could see how badly Francis wanted to get out of there, so he didn't press him any further. He nodded.

A heavy silence hung in the air around them as they walked back, neither of them saying a word, until Francis finally asked quietly, "Did you mean what you said back there?"

[Every last word.]

Francis made a noise partway between a chuckle and a sigh, but said nothing more. The silence this time, though, was different. Warmer, softer even, like the blankets back at the house.

It was...nice. He wanted more of that strange, comforting feeling. They may've not found anything of use to them, but at least the walk back didn't feel so much like a defeat.

[writebackatya]

“I Think We’re Alone Now!” WIP preview #2

So last night I posted a preview of this WIP I’m working on. Today I figured, why not post another? It’s my work! And I want people to know that I am working on stuff

Anyway, in case you didn’t see the other post: this story will be a one-shot that takes place during the third season of DuckTales when Gandra worked at F.O.W.L. and asks the question, what if Gandra and Fenton’s relationship was found out by a member of F.O.W.L.?

Believe it or not, I did like what I saw what we got of Fendra. Obviously I would have loved to seen more, but they’re supporting characters and Disney only gave the crew three measly seasons. Anyway here’s the first scene of the one shot. Enjoy:

“Where am I? Well I’m certainly not there.”

Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera was not at the lab nor was he at his m’ma’s house. Currently he was in a location that, for all he knew, only he and Gandra Dee were aware of: Gandra Dee’s apartment.

And currently he was on the phone, pacing to somehow improve his improvisational skills, or at least that’s what Gandra Dee gathered while she watched in amusement as her boyfriend walk in circles, careful to not step on any of the papers they had filed around the floor.

“…Yes I realize that’s not really an adequate answer, Dr. Gearloose…Well…I’m…”

Fenton looked over to Gandra for help.

Clearly the situation at hand was nowhere near as dire to the hen as it was for Fenton. For Gandra’s response was a simple shrug as she smirked and looked down at herself and then back to the duck.

“I-I-I-I’m with a friend!” Fenton answered. “Yep! I’m with a friend!” He repeated locking in his final answer to Gyro.

Gandra silently gave Fenton a thumbs up in approval for his answer that wasn’t really a lie, but not a full truth.

“Am I busy at the moment?”

Gandra rolled her eyes as she folded her arms in disbelief and sat against the couch, resisting the urge to say anything, let alone something sarcastic.

“Well as a matter of fact. I am-we are. We are busy. At the moment.”

Gandra rested her elbows on her legs and her head in her palms. She then extended her hand towards Fenton as an invitation to hand her his phone, which she knew was not gonna happen.

Fenton glanced over to Gandra’s palm. And then he looked over to the smirk on her face. Needless to say, the duck was a bit confused. That was until a spark of electricity came out of the hen’s palm.

“Well Manny is still with you, right?! He should be able to assist you!”

Knowing her boyfriend’s phone conversation was near its end, Gandra continued resting her head in both of her palms as she watched Fenton finish up.

“Okay, good! Well best of luck to both of you! I’ll see you tomorrow!”

Fenton sighed in relief as he put his phone away.

“So what happened,” Gandra Dee asked from the couch, “did your office chair get clogged again?”

“No.” Fenton answered, still exhausted from the phone call he just had, and his girlfriend’s sarcasm was not helping. He settled himself down as next to Gandra as another sigh of relief released from his mouth. “Dr. Gearloose is adding some modifications for B.O.Y.D.”

“Hard to believe that someone like him has a kid.” Gandra rested her head against Fenton. “Is B.O.Y.D.’s bedroom in that storage closet or do you have to share space with him in the bathroom. Sorry, office.” Obviously that slip-up at the end of Gandra’s sentence was intentional, Fenton knew that.

“No, he lives with Dr. Gearloose.”

“Ah. Anyway, great save. I’m with a friend!” Gandra repeated with her best Fenton impression. “I’m glad you see me as a friend.”

“You know what I meant.” Fenton scoffed as he kissed her head. “Lying is not my strongest suit.”

“Well you’re a pro at telling half-truths. We are indeed busy at the moment.” Gandra smiled as an exhausted sigh left her beak. “At least we were.”

Which was the truth. The two have been working on a project that was Gandra Dee’s brainchild which was still in development and yet to be named. She looked down at the papers sprawled across the floor. Gandra blew up her bangs in frustration.

“Well at least we won’t have to worry about any more interruptions” Fenton assured Gandra.

“Not unless your boyfriend calls you again.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“You’re trip to Tokoyolk together tells me otherwise. It’s okay, I’m fine with sharing. We can alternate on Monday through Friday but I call the weekends cause he sees you everyday during the weekdays.”

Fenton said nothing as he looked back to Gandra. She had a rather smug smirk on her face, clearly she was rather pleased with her sarcastic remark. But her eyes look tired.

She needed a break.

He needed a break.

Fenton looked at the time, it was almost seven. Fortunately, he knew m’ma was not expecting him home any time soon, for he had already told he’d be out late working. M’ma Cabrera wished him a goodnight in case they didn’t see each other that evening, she then told him to make sure that he gets himself dinner. Normally they’d have theirs around five.

“Wanna order some Chinese?” Fenton said as he pulled out his phone.

“You know, for some reason I now have a craving for some lo mein..” Gandra answered as she sat up and started gathering their sprawled-out work. “I think we’re due for a break, Suit.”

That’s it for now! I don’t know, why but ever since I started writing Fendra stuff, I always thought it’d be funny between Fenton, Gandra, and Gyro, Gandra would be the biggest supporter of Fenro while the other two are just in denial about their feelings towards one another. Also I love making her make jabs at Gyro because she totally would that’s why

[undercity-princess]

Kinktober 20

NSFW prompt: foodplay

Jinx X Akali

A foodbreak in their session didn't necessarily mean to get unbound. Jinx didn't mind, because it meant getting fed by Akali.

They had ordered sushi and dango skewers for dessert which were still bagged.

Akali held another piece up for Jinx to take "Chew slower, one day you will choke to death."

"I'm trying, I'm just prone to choking, no matter how hard I try, something always wants to go down the wrong pipe!"

"Good thing we're done anyway. Open up, here comes the last one!"

Jinx chewed (not any slower) and swallowed without incidence. "Sooo… did you order dessert or am I the dessert?"

"Both. First dango, then you" Akali pulled up the paper bag and looked inside. She got a container out and looked again. "Damn fuckers forgot the sauce!"

"Guess you gonna have to eat them dry"

"I mean I could…" She let her eyes wander over the bound sub "or I could combine courses to a full meal"

The tinkerer's eyes went wide "how?"

The ninja dropped down between the others legs, her head on her thigh. "You see, dango is sweet and so are you. Dango is dry, whereas you are… nearly dripping" She took one of the skewers out of the container. "You're like a honeypot and guess what goes well with sweets?" She dragged the food slowly through her sub's folds and held them up for her to see. "See? It looks like glazed with honey or caramel" They locked eyes as she slowly popped the first bulb into her mouth and chewed with a moan. "Fuck this is divine" She made a show of eating the other two balls and picked the next set up.

Jinx had never seen anything that hot. When she felt her domme drag the second dango through her folds her hips chased the stimulation.

"You like this? Like being my honeypot?" She repeated the motion, slower this time. "Want to help me get all sides nice and coated?"

The sub whimpered.

"Maybe it's easier if I do it like this…" she pushed the sweet into her waiting cunt, ball by ball, then pulled it out and repeated. "Gotta dip more than ones to get the good stuff all over"

The feeling of the bulbs being pushed and pulled inside her had Jinx moaning. The slow pace was the sweetest form of torture to her. "Kali, fuuuuck…"

The brunette grinned the visible and audible effect of her actions amused and aroused her at the same time. Playfully she twisted her wrist and gave the skewer a spin. The effect was immediate. A loud uncontrolled moan reverberated off the walls.

She knew that with this pace she could drag the session out indefinitely. She gave another twist and watched her lover's eyes roll back.

"Fuu.. fuuck Kali please!" It wasn't enough but also it was becoming too much. The slow drags and twists had Jinx hanging on the edge, ready but not able to fall over. If this kept on she'd lose her mind.

The desperate plea did not fall on deaf ears. She quickened the pace of her hand and aided her ministrations by a hard suck on her poor lover's throbbing clit.

The bluenette finally dropped into pure bliss.

[suiciderape]

𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔬! 𝔰𝔲𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔱𝔞𝔩 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔰𝔥 𝔩𝔞𝔳𝔞 & 𝔨𝔫𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔰

ew! ur ghetto hahaha no ok so what is going on with content creators? were getting nowhere srsly we are! i cant even tell what my readers are doing bc i literally got locked out of my own content on tumblr by an evil viewer i got stuck on the first post at go home! potter! and then voldemort literally killed me yes!! i did the whole fucking awkward acting scene and my daddy yoon keeho insists it was a dream well since we are on neptune i am going to believe him but why would someone read my tumblr and lock me out?? its my content i need to make sure the ppl who actually want to read are ok! be careful guys! i still dont want to read my posts anymore and its part of my job as a manga writer ew! i hope they get arrested and the death eater i called finds them unwell

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖞𝖘

ew! cigarettes are so fucking nasty these days yes still no word on lolita but voldemort is her murderer i cant even get high anymore bc no one is being cool and cigarettes make my body melt down to a rice paper i just want to party and write at the same time im in a new manga about my kpop idol daddys and it was a russian mafia secret we are sworn to secrecy to never repeat it ok so basically it was a miley cyrus movie hannah montanna extroidaniare it caused me so much physical pain that im surprised i havent killed myself sk sui shordy 9 style im gonna drown in a vault of my own despair this shit is nasty as hell i cant even get anyone to help me put decent furniture into the ghetto trapped room i inhabit i cant believe i got ghetto trapped and that the magees are now registered sex offenders hahaha ew she fucked up going chinese slave master 99k with me!! and i still have to talk to that fuck ass lawyer whatever at least this new manga is slowly progressing

𝖑𝖆𝖛𝖆 & 𝖐𝖓𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖘

ew! ur so fucking ghetto bitchs omfg end this joke already pls daddy awkward! hahaha she doesnt even like saying that were gonna end the joke chinese slave master 99k style but pls dont forget shes a special interest trained assasin in the russian mafia before u ask us how long she free style battled voldemort on the russian training grounds ew! it fucking hurts for all my bones to be broken oreos impressions baad girls in lovee! lol what the fuck was that asian man doing delivering mcdonalds? whaat the fuck bitch that is rudee! ew+ she said cutee too! no i didnt dude ok so he was mad at her for getting up and she was mad at him for making her get up so we forced ourselves to duel! wait whaat? ok so no duel took place? wait am i high? yes u are? pls explaind what indica meth is?? does it feel good baby girl? yes it does daddy mhm mhm mhm hmm lol ok? so good job faggots! of faggot rain rice paper candy hard candy alice rain nemmm hmm yes nem ok so ho hommmm what?

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖎𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖔𝖉𝖆 𝖌𝖆𝖓𝖌

plus im high as fuck! ew hahaha i missed u i missed u too bb :( its so boring and i cant find sissyboiqt aw! well its ok we like ur playlists thank u lol whose this one made by? sprawl wait isnt that sissyboiqts brother? i guess so lol aw [* ok well fuck off dude! what was the number? 3* ew ur ghetto grunge! grunge! grunge! ew hahaha thats better than 808s heartbreak? yas ew! hahaha omg ur so fucking sexy now show everyone what the suicide boys made u cool ok? s0 u miss austin tx finally? yea well they said they miss me for once omg ok well what if they dont? actually miss u? its cool ill live somewhere else? idk man its cool but i dont drink or have a car so i need help plus im schizoaffective omg u are ok so go home! potter end it end it end it hard candy alice rain hard candy alice rain hard candy alice rain

[sittinwithyou]

HR Nightmare: Os Auditorus II #QuordlePrompt 13

On my Wattpad!

               “Let’s be fair to me. I, at least, held my tongue for five whole minutes after Frank started talking. It wasn’t hard. I just want to let you all know before we go further into this meeting that I firmly believe that I have nothing to apologize for. At all. Yes, I see hands raised, but I’m not here to take questions. Not about me. I’m the Os Auditorus. You all (as far as I understand the by-laws, anyway) work for me. Capisci?”

               Beth shifted in her seat uncomfortably and refused to make eye contact with me.

               “Beth?” I slapped my hand down on the podium and several of the small creatures up front jumped a bit. I get it. We were all a bit jumpy that morning. Or afternoon. Christ, I miss clocks.

               Beth nodded her head quickly, filling the silence in the meeting room with a whoosh of shaggy hair.

               “Good. Oh, and Beth?” This time she did look up at me and I tried not to recoil at the flecks of viscera that dangled from her muzzle. “I never got a straight answer from what I recall at the last huddle. Am I the main boss? The, uh, head honcho?” I spread my hands wide to the side and indicated the entirety of the physical facility. The Meta-physical one was hard to point at with a three-dimensional body.

               Beth glanced down at her bundle of technicolored Trapper Keepers and shook them until a slip of paper poked out the top of one. On the back of the sheet was a greyscale bar graph of some sort. She scanned the document, then shrugged. “You are the Os Auditorus,” she said in the oft-repeated blanket answer I always received.

               “Fair enough,” I muttered, then pointed to Frank. “Frank, man, look, I’m sorry to have cut you off but we’re talking about the pupal sacs. The pupal sacs. Not the already formed rib monsters-”

               “They’re costaevi, sir.”

               I stopped with my mouth open, and my eyes glued to his. It was hard to find his eyes, too. The feat was no small task.

               “The costaevi, right. See, you do know your bone creatures! Excellent. So, you know that when a baby bone creature plops out of one of the sacs, they aren’t to be brought around the other staff. Mainly, the carnivorous staff. Their fugue state hasn’t worn off. They can’t run or protect themselves and… do you see where I’m getting at, Frank?”

               Frank nodded. Well, he more undulated his gelatinous form to show he understood my synopsis of the protocol.

               “So please tell me – without blaming Beth this time – why you chose to parade our defenseless blob-children right through the halls of HR.” Beth let out a small sob. I did her a favor and kept my eyes locked on the vague orbs that were Frank’s.

               Frank inflated as he began to speak. I saw something swish within him as he… looked around the room? I don’t know. Gelatinous beings were a new addition to the roster, and I was still learning their physical attributes. With a sigh and the slapping of Jell-O folds, he said, “Like I said before, the path to the UV tanks were completely blocked by unscheduled maintenance and I couldn’t get by.”

               “Oh, now he’s gonna blame me,” a voice piped up from the back. I held up a hand to silence anymore interruptions from the construction crew. As half of them (literally half of their bodies each) existed in two different planes, I couldn’t entertain their outburst. Whatever they had to say was bound to come with multidimensional subtext that I couldn’t translate at the moment. I rolled my finger in a ‘go on’ motion to Frank.

               “So, I consulted the nearest map, found the shortest path, and I went for it.” He paused as he took in more air. “To be quite honest, Os Auditorus, I didn’t see HR labeled on the map.”

                “Oh, that’s no exc…” I trailed off. “Wait, Frank… oh crap. That’s right.” I leaned forward on the podium and laughed a small, sighing chuckle. “You’re new! You’ve only been here, what… nine decades?”

               “That’s right, sir. Youngest slime on the roster, too.”

               That explained it. One by one I could see the reason behind this blossoming in the other minds of the gathered staff. If Frank here had only been in the bone harvesting and delivering business for anything less than two hundred years – Earth Standard Time, of course – then he had never been subject to the third-dimensional shifting of the upper offices and therefore would not have known to read the simplified maps through his phasic oculus. Duh.

               “Well, hell, Frank. I guess we all owe Beth and you a bit of an apology. This whole shebang was one undue process.” Beth’s head came up a bit and she wiped off a few dregs of baby bone slugs from her mouth on one arm. Beth pretended not to notice as the gnat patrol that was hovering in the seat next to her swarmed the caked fur. Frank nodded with his full-body jiggle and waved one sloppy tentacle in the air at everyone.

               “No harm done,” he said. “Sometimes we’ve got to break a few femurs to get a few teeth, am I right?” The room’s volume, which had ben climbing as the staff got ready to leave and return to work, dropped to a void-level.

               “Beth,” I said through a small smile. “Would you mind having a chat with Frank later about what’s cool to joke about in the matters of teeth? The last thing we need is another angry slew of mouth curses from the Fairy Department.” As everyone filed out or blinked into subpockets of reality to get back to work, I added, “Oh, and get him fitted with a phasic oculus tuned to…” I waved a hand over my face to indicate my eyes then pointed to Frank’s back. “… all that.”

[from-a-reckless-writer]

RE: the tags about being tempted to post a half finished fic and guess the ending, well you are a reckless writer for a reason

this is long overdue, so here have a fic.

It has come to the point that nothing fazes her anymore.

A kidnapping? Been there, done that. It means calling Sam Arias to intimidate the board of members into temporary submission.

An explosion at the office? Just a typical Tuesday. It means relocating to the 23rd floor and sharing the desk with two other interns for 2 months tops.

An assassination attempt? It means bracing herself for at least 3 deliveries of donuts and coffee for the two following weeks that Kara Danvers would be protectively hovering over L-Corp, until her boss snaps and shoos her away back to CatCo.

She’s seen it all, endured it all and she sure as hell is prepared for it all. She’s got three different ironclad statements ready to publish for whatever PR disaster will most likely turn up that week. She’s got contacts from the FBI, DEO, CatCo, Daily Planet, Gotham Gazette-- hell she even has Lillian’s personal cell (just in case the Luthor matriarch ever tries anything y’know? ) and yes, even the number of that 'Mexican place at 5th and Spring, you know the one Kara likes, Jess?'

She’s got two pairs of heels, a raincoat and four sets of outfits neatly folded in a duffel bag, at the back of the office, reserved for any emergency that requires a change of clothes.

The point is, she is an independent Asian-American woman who has worked her ass off for the better part of the decade and has long learned to take no shit from anybody.

Not even stupid superpowered Kryptonians.

See, it takes a lot to be her. It takes unlimited patience to put up with a woman like Lena Luthor, not because she’s a terrible person. Oh no, no, the complete opposite, actually. She is so overwhelmingly kind to a fault, and she doesn’t want nor let anybody see it. It’s infuriating to see sometimes. Okay, fine, she sides with the Krytonian on that one matter. But oh, ho, ho, not today. Today, she’s mad.

She’s livid, actually and it’s all Supergirl’s fault. (and Lena Luthor's too.)

Jess has had her fair share of ‘I-Should-Not-Have-Been-Here’ moments, like that one time she forgot to knock and stumbled unto Lex mid-yell with Lena whose eyes were shimmering but was still keeping a rigid posture.

Or that one time when she thought her boss had long left the office, only to be greeted with quiet sobs and an empty bottle of scotch rolling on the floor. Or that time she happened upon Lena, skirt and sleeves on fire with fumes rising from a green solution.

Apparently, her staff from the lab refused to let her in after three days of their CEO holding herself in isolation with the experiment. Lena had gotten the great idea of smuggling the chemicals to her office instead. Luthors are nothing but determined. Jess still remembers the adrenaline rush of holding a fire extinguisher—as if she were the chosen 5th grader for a school fire drill—and shoving her boss out of the way.

Like she said, nothing fazes her anymore she’s seen it all, except maybe, this one. Yep, definitely this one. This one just made a hot ball of fury unfurl at her very core. This one might just take the cake.

Jess was just going about her day, returned from a hearty lunch and feeling reinvigorated from that dose of sunlight and fresh air. It was a quiet day today, she noticed, which should’ve been a foretelling.

Nothing really is ever quiet. Well, when it comes to L-Corp, at least.

She’s been sitting on her desk for about a good fifteen minutes and finished with screening a few papers from their new contractors, when it occurs to her that the latest blueprints from R&D are still on her desk instead of already being reviewed by her boss.

She grabs the drawing tube and quickly makes for her boss’s private office. They’ve spent enough time with each other that Jess could just come and go as she pleases, instead of having to knock each time. Saves both of their time, that way.

Although, usually, she buzzes through the intercom first to double check, but it was 1:20 P.M and she knows Lena doesn’t have anything scheduled after lunch. So, she pushes the door, confidently strolls in and promptly stops in her tracks.

Jess stops breathing for a moment, blinks once, twice, stares at the scene before her.

Lena Luthor sat atop her work desk; blouse open, eyes closed, cheeks flushed, neck currently being ravaged by Supergirl with legs wrapped around the waist.

She probably should’ve just turned and left while they haven’t seen her yet. That would’ve been the smart decision, right? Yes. Yes, it was so very clearly The Right Decision.

Of course, she doubts she could look Lena in the eye for the next few weeks after that, but at least she wouldn’t know that Jess walked in on them during an er- make-out session? Office tryst? Oh God, she shudders internally. It sounds even worse.

Incident? Yep. Yeah. She’s sticking with incident. Indecent incident sounds more apt really.

She should’ve left. Would have left, if her eyes didn’t just land on the desk—well, more like Miss Luthor’s as- backside—and felt the stirrings of rage make itself known. Because there, underneath Lena’s ass (Backside!! Jess, that’s your boss!) is the squished—probably crumpled—pages of a contract.

A contract they’ve spent 5 months securing!!

Jess decides to do what everyone else would have done in a situation such as this; she clears her throat. Loudly.

Classic move.

Supergirl’s head immediately shoots up and Lena’s eyes snap open.

“Jess!” Supergirl squeaks and she sees the exact moment the realization hits Lena. Her eyes widening at her girlfriend’s exclamation, whips her head to the side, spots Jess, hands scrambling to a panic to close all the buttons of her blouse.

She hears Lena hiss, “Fuck, shit. Oh my God. Shit. How did she even- You have superhearing!!!” as she pushes Supergirl—who lets herself be pushed, stunned by the intrusion, face redder than a tomato.

Lena gets off the desk, fixes herself all the while to futile results. Her hair is tugged down from her usual ponytail, her neck and chest is marked, her lips swollen.

Supergirl's hands twitch at the sides and Jess sees her gulp as blue eyes frantically dart to Lena and her, and then Lena, and then back to her.

Lena finally turns around after those few awkward beats.

"Jess," she begins, clearly trying hard to put on her business bitch persona, but come on, there's a hickey under her jaw for fuck's sake.

"It's not what you-"

Jess doesn’t let her finish, she stomps her way across the office and forcefully puts the drawing tube on the desk. It makes a hollow thump.

“Jess I-”

“Supergirl, do you know how long it takes to finalize a business proposal, pitch it to the board, persuade the board and finally have a contract drawn?”

Supergirl gulps again. Lena’s eyes are wild next to her, she doesn’t like not knowing what the next best move is, Jess knows this all too well.

“Uhhh- no?”

Jesus Christ, you’d think after years of shadowing Cat Grant, she'd had at least learned a thing or two. Then again, if somebody is full on glaring at her after getting caught red-handed, Jess doubts she could answer coherently too.

“That’s right,” Jess says, “You don’t.”

“Jess,” Lena repeats pointedly. She knows that tone. It’s a warning.

“Ms. Luthor.”

A period not a question mark. It’s a challenge.

"I've spent all my evenings working late on that, do you know how many dates I've had to cancel? Just so I can secure a meeting with Qatar and simultaneously sync it with Beijing's time? My boyfriend hasn't seen me in two weeks!” Jess bursts out.

“Two weeks, Supergirl!” She gets close enough to jab a finger to the Girl of Steel’s chest. A feat she will gladly tell all her coworkers later when she’s calmed down enough.

“Not to mention, the 10 other people who worked their ass off trying to make sure that Miss Luthor's presentation is airtight, bulletproof and waterproof!” Lena has the decency to look a little guilty at this point, nothing big though, just a slight tug at her lips, but it was enough for Jess.

“IT TOOK ME 3 FUCKING MINUTES TO PRINT THAT GODDAMN CONTRACT WHICH MIGHT NOT SOUND LONG—” Jess raises a finger in emphasis, “BUT BELIEVE ME WORKING IN L-CORP? A 3 MINUTE DIFFERENCE CAN MEAN AN ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT OR PSYCHOPATH PRESS!”

Supegirl of all people should already know this! For fuck’s sake!

Jess’s chest is heaving. She takes a deep breath, kneads her knuckles to her eyelids, “So, please if you're gonna have sex in the office, please, pleaseeeee clear the desk first. And at least, lock the door.”

She stares them both down, till Lena gives her a solemn nod; cheeks and ears still red. Supergirl squeaks out an, “U-understood, Ma’am.”

“Good. Glad we’ve come to an agreement.” Jess gives them one final nod before finally fulfilling what she came in here to do, “Miss Luthor,” She turns to Lena, “here are the R&D blueprints. Good day, to you Supergirl. I'll be going now. "

When she finally goes home, tells her boyfriend, and wonders aloud if she’ll still have a job the next morning, he tells her she’s such a badass.

And well, Jess can’t disagree with that.

*****

"Did I just- Did I just get yelled at by your secretary?? D-did she just chew us out?"

"She did, and she deserves a raise."