#maggie the magnet

[kimberleysong]

Maggie the magnet(main)

Dandy line when buying him:'oh- HIM..."

Movement:⭐⭐⭐

Stamina:⭐⭐

Skillcheck:⭐⭐⭐

Extraction:⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Stealth:⭐⭐⭐

Introduction card:Maggie or mag is an evil scientist and a main villain in dandy world, he swore to dandy he'll be his arch nemesis and wish to take him down and take over his world. unfortunately for him, his plan always fail but he'll swear he's always come back

Ability(active):'EVIL-Ó-NATOR' this toon shoot a Lazer beam from his EVIL-Ó-NATOR to sacrifice another toon heart to heal another toon the toon that got sacrifice will receive confused 2

Ability(passive):'backfired' this toon will gain a random debuff after using their ability, while playing this toon gain an extra trinket slot

Requirements:5000 ichor, 6/6 mastery on Cory,100% on research cory

Trinket:'UPGRADER 3000' upgrade your trinket if you equip this trinket (description will change if you have this trinket equip)

50% twisted description: no longer the villain, this toon experiment with himself with ichor making him a half twisted he wanted to save everyone and will do his best to protect others

[bauliya]

I honestly think making magneto and pietro look exactly alike is the BEST comic design decision even tho offspring being mini-me’s of their parents is a very tired trope

[somnas-writes]

The empty cup family call Magnus increasingly bastardized versions of his name. As true friends do

[nofatclips]

Self Portrait by Chris Orrick from the album Portraits - Directed by Malcolm Critcher & Symeon Platts

[elecctric-love]

was thinking about ruby-spears magnet man + void again and i think a general personality for ruby-spears void would be something similar to harley quinn or just an overly supportive/clingy lackey in general lol

[britney-rosberg06]

techs got the fucking swiss army knife of guns apparently

[badmovieihave]

Bad movie I have The Experiment 2010

[desktopdisko]

Desktop Disko's A-Rotation Top 50 (2024 #03)

Youtube Musicvideo Playlist: DD's A-Rotation Playlist 2024 #03

01 Yard Act feat. Katy J. Pearson: When the Laughter Stops 02 Ão: More 03 The Mysterines: Stray 04 Depeche Mode: Before We Drown 05 Kali Uchis & Peso Pluma: Igual que un Ángel 06 Still Corners: The Dream 07 Phoebe Go: 7 Up 08 Luna Shadows: Little Rituals 09 Britti: Lullaby 10 Sevana: Keep Going - Chosen (NEW)

11 Yard Act: We Make Hits 12 Jessica Pratt: Life Is 13 Abigail Rose: Run Girl 14 Dua Lipa: Training Season 15 Drahla: Default Parody 16 Another Sky: I Never Had Control 17 Ibibio Sound Machine: Got to Be Who U Are 18 The Lemon Twigs: My Golden Years 19 Vampire Weekend: Capricorn 20 Grace Cummings: On and On

21 English Teacher: Albert Road 22 Purple Disco Machine x ÁSDÍS: Beat of Your Heart 23 Rosie Frater-Taylor: Give & Take 24 Novastar: Look at You Now 25 Amatorski: 20/04 26 The Blinders: Swallowing Static 27 Raven Numan: My Reflection 28 Kacey Musgraves: Deeper Well 29 Rachel Chinouriri: Never Need Me 30 Lo Moon: Water

31 The Beatles: Now and Then 32 Dua Lipa: Houdini 33 Billy Joel: Turn the Lights Back On 34 Caroline Polachek feat. Weyes Blood: Butterfly Net 35 Sunday (1994): Tired Boy 36 Norah Jones: Running 37 Magnets: Speak 38 Bolis Pupul with Salah Pupul: Ma Tau Wai Road 39 St. Vincent: Broken Man 40 The Last Dinner Party: Caesar on a TV Screen

41 Maggie Rogers: Don't Forget Me 42 DellaXOZ: Don't Do It 43 Night Tapes: Loner 44 Low Hum: Only If You Say So 45 Bwana: Lonely Happy 46 Kevin Holliday: Brown Eyes 47 Bat for Lashes: The Dream of Delphi 48 Leona Naess: Tailspin 49 And They Spoke in Anthems: Leave (Leave, Leave) 50 Beth Gibbons: Floating on a Moment​

[butleroftoast]

Name: Magnet "Maggie" Tile

Race: Hill Dwarf

Age: 178 (middle-aged)

Class: Barbarian (Berserker)

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Appearance: Nothing striking, at a first glance: stocky and round, with her brown hair tied back at the neck in a low bun and her sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Wears practical, sensible clothes, and a silver amulet of the sort available at the local temple for a reasonable donation. Carries a butcher's knife and a heavy stick slightly too often to be completely normal.

Background: Known to all and sundry as Maggie, this dwarf runs an inn in Scrantz often frequented by House Skullduggan. The inn stocks the ruling family's wines and conducts a fair amount of business with them. Over the years, watching their human generations rise and fall, Maggie has become well-acquainted with the Skullduggans, and is one of the few people who can get away with giving them a piece of her mind when they overstep boundaries.

This is thanks in part to her history as an adventurer. Although she generally prefers to run the inn these days, you don't own such a place without seeing your share of travellers passing through, and it was only natural that she would eventually be persuaded to join one of them. She has plenty of stories to tell when conversation runs dry.

In her spare time she volunteers at a local temple. She is of a fairly religious mind and feels it is her duty to do this, particularly after her adventures have called her away for a while. It's not unusual for her to be up all night keeping a handle on rowdy patrons, then be off to the temple at the crack of dawn to help set up for the day and welcome early worshippers.

She is, on occasion, the subject of the amorous attentions of Robin Skullduggan, but seems more inclined to indulge this unlikely paramour rather than wholeheartedly reciprocate her passion. Perhaps she finds it useful to have a tame (well... merely semi-feral) Skullduggan in her pocket.

[lenbryant]

More Looted Classified Material

Long Post: Did anyone check Putin's file cabinet?

Material From Russia Investigation Went Missing as Trump Left Office

A binder given to the Trump White House contained details that intelligence agencies believe could reveal secret sources and methods.

Material from a binder with highly classified information connected to the investigation into Russian efforts to meddle in the 2016 election disappeared in the final days of Donald J. Trump’s presidency, two people familiar with the matter said.

The disappearance of the material, known as the “Crossfire Hurricane” binder for the name given to the investigation by the F.B.I., vexed national security officials and set off concerns that sensitive information could be inappropriately shared, one of the people said.

The material’s disappearance was reported earlier Friday by CNN. The matter was so concerning to officials that the Senate Intelligence Committee was briefed about it last year, a U.S. official said.

The binder consists of a hodgepodge of materials related to the origins and early stages of the Russia investigation that were collected by Trump administration officials. They included copies of botched F.B.I. applications for national-security surveillance warrants to wiretap a former Trump campaign adviser as well as text messages between two F.B.I. officials involved in the inquiry, Peter Strzok and Lisa Page, expressing animus toward Mr. Trump.

The substance of the material — a redacted version of which has since been made public under the Freedom of Information Act and is posted on the website of the F.B.I. — is not considered particularly sensitive, the official said.

But the raw version in the binder contained details that intelligence agencies believe could reveal secret sources and methods. (The publicly available version contains numerous portions that were whited out as classified.)

It is not clear if the missing material comprises the entire original binder of material provided to the White House for Mr. Trump’s team to review and declassify in part before leaving office.

Among other murky details, it is not known how many copies were made at the White House or how the government knows one set is missing.

The binder has been a source of recurring attention since January 2021, just before Mr. Trump left office. At the time, Mr. Trump’s aides prepared redactions to some of the material it contained because the president — who was obsessed with the Russia investigation and believed his political enemies had used it to damage his presidency — planned to declassify it and make it public.

Officials made several copies of the version with the redactions, which some Trump aides planned to release publicly.

Mr. Trump’s White House chief of staff, Mark Meadows, had a copy of material from the binder given to at least one conservative writer, according to testimony and court filings.

But when Justice Department officials expressed concerns that sharing some of the material would breach the Privacy Act at a time when the department was already being sued by Mr. Strzok and Ms. Page for having publicly released some of their texts, the copies were hastily retrieved, according to two people familiar with the matter.

Mr. Trump was deeply focused on what was in the binder, a person close to him said. Even after leaving the White House, Mr. Trump still wanted to push information from the binder into the public eye. He suggested, during an April 2021 interview for a book about the Trump presidency, that Mr. Meadows still had the material.

“I would let you look at them if you wanted,” Mr. Trump said in the interview. “It’s a treasure trove.”

Mr. Trump did not address a question about whether he himself had some of the material. But when a Trump aide present for the interview asked him, “Does Meadows have those?” Mr. Trump replied, “Meadows has them.”

“We had pretty much won that battle,” Mr. Trump added, referring to questions about whether his 2016 campaign had worked with Russia. “There was no collusion. There was no nothing. And I think it was maybe past its prime. It would be sort of a cool book for you to look at.”

George J. Terwilliger III, a lawyer for Mr. Meadows, said the former chief of staff was not responsible for any missing material. “Mark never took any copy of that binder home at any time,” he said.

A person familiar with the matter said, shortly after the court-authorized search of Mar-a-Lago in August 2022 by F.B.I. agents looking for classified documents, that they had not found any Crossfire Hurricane material.

Adding to the confusion about the material and who was in possession of it, a set of the Russia investigation documents that Mr. Trump believed he had declassified did not have their classification markings changed when they were given to the National Archives, according to a person with knowledge of the matter.

At the time, Mr. Trump was in a standoff with the archives over the reams of presidential material he had taken with him upon leaving the White House on Jan. 20, 2021, and was resisting giving back. So Mr. Trump told advisers he would give back those boxes in exchange for the Russia-related documents.

Aides never pursued his suggestion.

In the run-up to the 2020 election, John Ratcliffe, then Mr. Trump’s director of national intelligence, declassified around 1,000 pages of intelligence materials related to the Russia investigation, which Trump allies used to try to discredit the inquiry.

In 2022, Mr. Trump made John Solomon, a conservative writer who had been briefly given the binder before it was retrieved, one of his representatives to the National Archives. This allowed Mr. Solomon to see Trump White House records deposited with the agency. He later filed a lawsuit against the government over the binder, seeking access to what he said were declassified documents from the binder being denied to him by the archives.

A court filing he submitted in August described the binder as about 10 inches thick and containing about 2,700 pages. The publicly released version is 585 pages; it is not clear what accounts for the discrepancy.

The filing said Mr. Solomon had been allowed to thumb through a version of the binder at the White House on Jan. 19, 2021. The contents, it said, included a 2017 F.B.I. report about its interview of Christopher Steele, the author of a dossier of unverified claims about Trump-Russia ties; “tasking orders” related to an F.B.I. confidential human source; “lightly-redacted” copies of botched surveillance warrant applications; and text messages between the F.B.I. officials.

The filing said Mr. Solomon or an aide had gone back to the White House that evening and had been given a copy of the materials in the binder in a paper bag, and that separately a Justice Department envelope containing some of the documents had been delivered to his office.

But as Mr. Solomon’s office was scanning the larger set, the filing said, the White House requested that the documents be returned so certain private details could be removed. Mr. Meadows promised Mr. Solomon he would get back the revised binder, it said, but he never did.

When Mr. Solomon later tried to see the binder within the Trump White House records at the National Archives, he said, the agency denied him access to a box of 2,700 pages “with varying types of classification and declassification markings” that it said it was obligated to treat as highly classified. The agency also told him it did not have the declassified version of the binder that Mr. Solomon had briefly possessed, because the Justice Department still has it.

Maggie Haberman is a senior political correspondent reporting on the 2024 presidential campaign, down ballot races across the country and the investigations into former President Donald J. Trump. More about Maggie Haberman

[kimberleysong]

Yay more Cory and mag and info bout en

I was thinking of changing mag ability so ye scrap that ability I write in the past- so uh basically what if mag is like cosmo but he sacrifice the other toon heart to heal instead of sacrificing himself(more evil ver of cosmo ability) ngl when I make mag he give me medic(TF2 )vibes even though I don't like get in the fandom I just scratch the surface but I do know he's a manace-

if cory's magnetic needle inside of him is haywire he'll be unable to function very well- and it frustrates him- especially when near mag, it make Cory compass needle keep pointing at mag- when mag realize what happening he'll remember to turn off his magnetic field when nearby Cory (obviously mag doesn't know why Cory just keep bumping into the wall when they first meet)

Cory can smell someone intentions, he's like tanjiro so don't ever lie to him he can sense it also his hearing is very sensitive and he dislike very loud noises when he got exposed to very loud noises he'll be very annoyed at first he'll be polite and ask them nicely to turn down but if you don't he'll will yell at you, just like Sebastian solace(pressure) when you use the flash beacon at him- also Cory is very strong and could break stuff with ease so uhh don't annoy cory-

[nickyandmikey]

i watched irma vep last night and saw that there was a miniseries remake released this year?? why.

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Eartha Kitt (Anna Lucasta, St. Louis Blues)—My friend and I have a saying: NOBODY is Eartha Kitt. A thousand have tried, and they've all come up empty and will continue to do so. Everyone knows her for something: from "Santa Baby" to Yzma in Emperor's New Groove to Catwoman to making Lady Bird Johnson cry for the Vietnam War. She was a master of comedy and sex, an extremely vocal activist, and she aged like fine wine... I honestly don't know what I can say about her that hasn't already been said, so I'll stick to linking all my propaganda. Like what else do you want from me. She was iconic at everything she ever did. Literally name another. How can anyone even think of her and not want to absolutely drown?

Maggie Smith (The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie)— Look, ok she's best known now for Downton Abbey and the Potter franchise, but the woman won an Oscar in 1969, so that makes her eligible in my oh so humble opinion. She starred opposite Olivier in her first major play role (which was filmed) and her wit and beauty was just the epitome of everything I wanted to be as a child

This is round 2 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Eartha Kitt:

"A hot vintage woman who was not just known for her voice, beauty, poise, and presence, but also her unapologetic ways of speaking about how she was mistreated in the show business as a girl who grew up on cotton fields in South Carolina in the 1930s through the 1940s coming to Broadway first and then Hollywood."

"Have you watched her sing?? Have you seen her face?? Have you heard her talk?? How could you not fall instantly in love. She makes me incoherent with how hot she is."

"She can ACT she can SING she can speak FOUR LANGUAGES she is a GODDESS!!! Although she is (rightfully) remembered for her singing, TV appearances (Catwoman my beloved), and later film roles, her early appearances in film are no less impressive or noteworthy!! She’s an amazing actress with so much charisma in every role. She was also blacklisted from Hollywood for 10 years for criticizing the Johnson administration/Vietnam War, so. Iconic. Also Orson Welles apparently called her “the most exciting woman in the world.”

"She had such a stunning, remarkable appearance, like she could tear you to shreds with just a glance- but the most undeniable part of her hotness was her voice, and it makes sense that it's what most people nowadays know her for. Nothing encapsulates the sheer magnetism of her singing better than this clip of her and Nat King Cole in St. Louis Blues, she pops in at 2:49. Also I know it's post-1970 but her song that was cut from Emperor's New Groove is likely to make you feel Feelings."

Even with as racist as Hollywood was in the 1950s and 60s, Eartha Kitt STILL managed to have a thriving career. She also once had a threesome with Paul Newman and James Dean, and called out LBJ over the Vietnam War so hard that it made First Lady Johnson cry. Eartha Kitt was talented, sexy, and a total badass activist.

Maggie Smith:

[xoluvx]

I have a little request for you mllll!

Can you do a story (it’s smut ofc lmaoooo)

But like one were they reader x Billie are at dinner witj Billies parents and she made the reader wear these vibrating pantie thingys that Billie controls?

purrr yes.. enjoy baby 💖

it'd been her idea. one you'd consensually agreed to. what you hadn't known at the time, as you sat in her car, was that you were on your way to dinner with her parents. you hadn't realized it 'til you walked through the restaurant's doors and the first people you spotted were them waving and motioning the two of you to come over.

was she serious right now? you looked at her with a confused expression to which she responded with the sweetest and fakest smile you'd ever seen as she took your clammy hand walking you in the direction of her family. she was devious. she'd totally set you up and you'd willingly walked into her trap. clutching her hand as you sat down on your chair. shifting in your seat when the vibrator burrowed between your folds. you glanced at her with a look of desperation. please, not here - but she just smiled, squeezed your hand on the table, and turned to talk to her parents.

appetizers came around. nothing. dinner came around. nothing. you were on dessert now. the fork twirling in your fingers as you shared a plate with billie.

you'd been clutching the edge of your seat. opening your legs wider under the table. hoping she'd just forgotten about it as the restaurant got busier and louder and the conversations grew deeper and the food on your plates diminished.

but billie wasn't one to forget things. as you held the spoon to your mouth the first wave of vibrations pulsed on your clit and you gasped closing your mouth around the spoon. your teeth clunked on the metal as you quivered trying to play it off.

"you okay?" billie asked looking at you with a concerned expression. god, she was quite the actress. acting like she cared when she knew exactly what she was doing. you clenched your jaw after swallowing. nodding as you clutched the spoon in your hand afraid to go in for another bite. nervously anticipating the next vibration.

you should've known better than to relax your shoulders because as soon as you leaned back on your chair and crossed your legs, the stupid little remote was in her hand and she'd pressed the button and increased the speed and oh my god, the sensations coursing through your body were magnetic as she watched you carefully totally ignoring the conversation her parents were having only a few inches away.

you hummed clinging on to the edge of the table straightening your back. billie ran her tongue ran across her teeth as she raised her brows. she crossed her arms looking at you curiously feigning innocence when maggie asked what was wrong and you simply spurred a fake laugh saying it was your back.

you glanced at billie mouthing 'off' pleading with your eyes, but she simply shrugged and leaned back on her chair manspreading as she pretended to be interested in what her parents were saying. the vibrator was so burrowed in your underwear, you could feel every vibration on your throbbing clit. it was blinding. your eyes were starting to fill with tears as you were made to hold your moans and whimpers. desperately, you leaned into her - hand feeling for her jeans for the remote in her pocket.

she looked down at your hand before meeting your gaze in a deadly stare but you really didn't care if she destroyed you later, you couldn't sit vibrating in front of her parents anymore. not without completely embarrassing yourself. your hands were shaking as you found the remote trying to pretend like you were listening. you sighed with relief when you found the remote but in your shaking state it fell under the table and billie only snorted trying to contain her laughter. you were going to die. you were going to with a fucking vibrator in your underwear as maggie questioned why you were panicking and crawling under the table. you couldn't fucking find it. you grunted and stood pushing your chair away rushing to the bathroom as billie shrugged to her parents.

"go check on her," maggie said looking at billie with raised brows and a concerned look on her face.

billie got up from the table following you to the bathroom. she caught you right as you were opening the door. you gasped when she gripped your arm pushing into the bathroom. slamming the door behind her. shoving your against the cold marble sink. hand pressed to your vibrating pussy as you cried out. you were sensitive. so sensitive to her harsh touch as she whispered words you couldn't comprehend. words that were muddled by her moving hand.

when her fingers pushed through your entrance you moaned so loudly she had to cup your mouth knowing the bathrooms weren't exactly soundproof. her fingers moved impossibly fast. the toy still vibrating against your clit. you were holding on by a thread whimpering in the palm of her hand. legs quivering as you stood on the tips of your toes gripping the sink so close to spilling over the edge.

[levshany]

how do I put this. Even those who actually track our blogs and are interested in our Aus can get a little confused about what's going on here. but I'll try to explain anyway

we already mentioned the crossover between Anarchists and Tandem and even DRAWED them once, back when Tandem was in development (and by the way, this crossover is canonical for both AUs). Now this story has been continued >:D

Here's some context: It so happened that the Colibri wanted to see what alternative timelines looked like and ran into the king and the jester. Phil was delighted with Colibri and wanted to flirt with them. Jester Collie was categorically against it. so he immediately possessed Phill and tried to fight Tandem. he didn’t succeed because his fusion with Phil is extremely unstable. and here we are

Initially, @angstyhikka and I just drew these three pages, but then @lasymit supported the idea and made a drabble which she allowed me to add to the post :3

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"Let go, bitch! I'm not done with you yet!"

The savage creature desperately squirmed in Philip’s hands. It grabbed onto him, trying to either break free or, on the contrary, rush closer, glaring furiously and baring its shark teeth.

He held the clumsy, collapsing fusion at arm's length and looked at it with slight disgust. His tandem with the Collector was a strange but harmonious union. And what was writhing in front of them right now was the direct antipode of the word harmony.

“Well, I am,” he said distantly.

And with his other hand he grabbed the one sitting inside the demon’s body. Under the flesh soaked in titan blood, he felt a soft essence, like rubber or hot wax. The Collector from this universe felt completely different to the touch.

He stretched them, pulling them away from each other, disentangling them from each other. Paradoxically, bodies that should repel each other by the nature of their forces, like unipolar magnets, clung to each other very stubbornly. But Philip was still stronger with the power of the Collector in his hands, power which he clearly used better than the local... king of demons...

“Ouuuuch ouuuuch,” a boy in the robes of a jester, painted in red and black, shrank on the ground, wrapping his arms around his own chest.

He was not at all like his Collector. Philip had never seen his friend's material body before. But he knew he looked different. For some reason he knew this for sure.

"Who pulls a guy out like that!? Fuck!!", the now-green demon yelled nearby. And he clutched his head painfully.

What Idiots. They vomited three times while chasing him. Philip did them a favor by stopping this outrage.

Now these two were lying helplessly at his feet, groaning and gasping, trying to catch their breath and come to their senses. Now they are separated.

"What were you trying to achieve?" His question was almost rhetorical.

"It wasn’t me, it was all him!" like a child, pointing a sharp, protruding finger towards the Collector, the demon yelled. "I didn’t want to fight at all!"—here he gazed up at Philip with some strange look and batted his eyelashes expressively—"I wanted something else– something more interesting."

"Ohh fuck off, Maggie! You traitor!" came the shout from the red Collector. Philip silently decided to call him the Jester and the demon, by analogy, the King. Philip had already guessed his name. But he couldn’t bring himself to call this savage by that name. Not even in his mind. 

He ignored the King's vague attempts to take a tempting pose while still lying on the ground and grinding his teeth from the headache. He turned to the Jester.

"So you're in charge?"

Judging by King's behavior, it would indeed be reckless to put him in charge. But, having always been the decision-maker when paired with the Collector, by right of being the adult, Philip is accustomed to his friend almost never taking the leading role unless circumstances require it. Like a couple of years ago...

“Nuh-uh,” the Jester raised himself up on his elbow and rubbed his chest, inhaling deeply, greedily. "We're bros! Equal rights and stuff."

And he twirled his funny yellow gloved hand in the air.

Something in the Jester’s words pricked Philip. He didn't fully understand what exactly.. Until the King said, in a dramatic whisper:

"I no longer have a brother. You’re dead to me!"

And Philip stood there, trying to remember that the air was not hard, dense lumps, that it did not clog in the throat and did not press in the chest with a dull phantom pain. Meanwhile these two idiots, after a couple moments of aggressive looks, laughed out loud.

“Yes, I would strangle such a brother,” the King squeezed out, wheezing and squinting through laughter, “with my own-"

And he bent over, swallowing the end of the sentence with a cough as the toe of a boot hit him in the stomach.

"Philip! Philip... They've had enough... He doesn't know what he's talking about."

Philip's cheek twitched.

"Ouch... bro, save me!" the King squeaked hoarsely.

And this completely infuriated Philip. He swung his foot again, this time at the face. But he was met by an elastic wall. And the ground under Colibri’s feet, along with all the space, suddenly curved.

If it weren't for years with the Collector in his head, he wouldn't have realized what happened. But now he clearly saw how a couple of dimensions were distorted, folding space into a loop. He suddenly found himself not between the King and the Jester, but at a considerable distance. And these two were already close together. The boy helped his “brother” get up from the ground; King was now leaning on Jester’s shoulders, clutching his stomach. Perhaps Philip miscalculated his strength a little. This happens sometimes... Especially when it comes to emotions.

“Hey! Hitting people who are down is against the rules,” the Jester frowned. "Give us a timeout!"

Philip felt his jaw tighten. How the nodules rolled across his face. But the flaring rage, as it often happened to him, went away as easily as it filled the air in his chest, leaving reddish streaks before his eyes and pulsating power in his fingertips.

“Get out of the way,” he let his hands glow slightly.

"Ohhhh, what about a last kiss, star boy?" the King whined, clinging to the Jester and trying to straighten up next to him, as if hoping to reach Philip from a distance of ten steps and still get the coveted—

A kiss? Seriously, what the hell? Philip directed a confused, irritated look that bore all these unspoken questions at the Jester. He awkwardly shrugged his sharp shoulders, caught in the King’s grip.

"Don’t be mad... Philip, right? Don't be mad at him, Philip. His Majesty has a reason to be an idiot. And he didn’t mean it out of malice about the ‘brother’ thing.”

Philip looked at the Jester more carefully. The collector in his head was silent. But Philip sensed something from him. Philip also noticed the King’s uncomprehending expression.

“What’s wrong with ‘brother’?” The King sounded surprised.

And then Philip understood. And his face froze.

Yes... yes, what need is there to remember such things? He himself tried to forget for a long time... If he succeeded, would he be the same now as the king in front of him?

Looking at this wretched shell of a “King” who’d forgotten everything important about himself and the loyal “Jester” still standing steadily at his side, the Collector in Philip’s head began to sob. They both, it seems, had the same thought. It’s scary to look at the reflection of a future that never happened.

The jester smiled at him guiltily- at both of them. And then he confidently and widely showed about fifty teeth to his King.

"People don’t like such familiarity, you fool! You can’t just kiss someone the first time you meet."

"But it's okay to fight them when you first meet?" Philip was indignant...

Yes, it's Philip. He cannot refuse to call this man by his own name. Philip himself could one day become such a “king.”

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also @kenku97 helped us with translation and added this comment, I gotta show it to you ;v;

"I thought “The collector in his head sobbed” needed more context for people who aren’t as tightly wrapped up in these AUs as we all are. To understand why Collie’s crying, you need to point out how Tandem Collie sees himself in the Jester. They’re both caring for a Philip who is forgetting himself and the people closest to him. Jester is living out Tandem Collie’s worst fear: what will happen when Philip can’t remember anything anymore? What will become of their friendship? And it’s bittersweet because the King and the Jester are still friends, even though the Jester basically had to start over from the beginning. Jester Collie is quietly carrying all of those memories inside his heart of a friend who has basically disappeared while still learning about and loving the brand new person his friend has become. It’s so sweet and so sad.😭"

that's pretty much all for now It’s hard to return to drawing after the holidays. and this is not even a new art you see, but last year’s. therefore this comic cannot be considered the first work of this year sadly

[fictionalwh0ree]

trick or treat- billie eilish

summary: you and billie adopt a four-year-old and get to watch her experience her first halloween.

word count: 900

warnings: none

a/n: happy halloween!!!

the minute the leaves in los angeles has gone from green to red and orange, the anticipation for halloween began. decorations adorned the front of your shared home, hot chocolates became a daily thing, and baking had taken over your lives. but this year was different. after years of being with billie, you two decided it was time to take a big step, so you adopted a kid. this fall, your activities were accompanied by a wide-eyed four-year-old, who had never experienced anything like this. every day she was excited about something, you would pay to see her reaction to the fully red, orange, and brown trees again.

by far, she was the most excited for halloween. in between baking and decorating, you and billie crammed as many age-appropriate halloween movies into your free time. she woke up every morning asking you how many days were left until halloween and you had to practically pry her away from her costume once it had arrived. with her excitement, it was hard for you and billie not to be excited as well. you had a little countdown on your magnetic whiteboard that hung on the fridge, both for you two and your daughter.

finally, the day had arrived. with each hour that passed, your daughter would ask you how long until you could go trick or treating. as evening arrived, the house got more hectic. at around four, both of billie’s parents arrived, excited to participate in the festivities. now the five of you rushed around the house, making sure everything was ready. you made sure you had enough candy for maggie to hand out while you were out and then had to worry about everyone’s costumes. your daughter had begged you and billie to dress up similarly to her, so while she was boo, billie was sully, and you were mike. thankfully, neither of your costumes required any makeup as you both had onesies to wear. time went flying and before you knew it, it was 6 o’clock. everyone had eaten and was dressed, and after fifteen minutes of non-stop pictures, you left the house. maggie waved y/d/n off teary-eyed as she shut the door behind you.

you and billie walked hand-in-hand while y/d/n walked ahead of you, her body bobbing up and down with each step, the purple monster costume impeding her walking a little bit. as she got to the end of the driveway, she turned around.

“walk faster,” she urged, smiling ear to ear.

you laughed as you sped up, catching up to her before beginning to walk down the streets. it was peak trick or treating time as the sun was setting. it still shone brightly, casting a much needed warmth upon you, and a golden light that made everything look beautiful. multiple kids ran across the streets, different costumes everywhere and an air of excitement was clear. as you approached your first house, your daughter stopped abruptly.

“go up, baby,” billie said, pointing at the old couple that was sat on the porch with a bowl of candy in hand.

she turned around and looked up at her, puppy dog eyes on full display.

“come with me mama,” she pleaded.

billie grabbed her hand with her free one and dragged the two of you forward.

“say trick or treat y/d/n,” you said to her as she stood securely in front of billie, her head just reaching billie’s hips.

she looked back up at you, her eyes begging for some sort of help. the couple stared at her with kind smiles, pushing the bowl out towards her to urge her forward.

“it’s her first time,” you explained to them.

“come on hun,” the lady said sweetly.

she looked up at you and billie, searching for approval. you both nodded encouragingly and she stepped forward.

“trick or treat,” she said shyly, holding her bucket up to them.

they placed a handful of candy in it and once they were done, y/d/n ran back to you two, holding her bucket up proudly.

“look mama’s,” she said.

“i see,” you smiled before bending down to her level and giving her a kiss on the cheek, “good job, baby.”

“now let’s go, look how many more houses there are,” billie said.

“we’re going to all of them?” y/d/n asked in amazement, a large smile on her face.

“every last one,” you said.

by the end of the night y/d/n had mastered trick or treating. she would go up alone and then come back to show you what she’d gotten. she had filled her bucket three times, leaving you and billie with a large bag to carry home. all the trick or treating had drained her, however, and by the time you were done, you were four blocks from home with a beyond exhausted four-year-old, so you were left to carry her. the streets were still live with kids and parents excitedly chatting about their experiences as they all headed home, but your daughter had fallen asleep on your shoulder. as you walked home hand in hand with billie, you couldn’t hold back a smile.

“bil,” you called.

“yes?” she responded.

“is it too soon to for another kid?”

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