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[ask-idv-thrillseeker]

Meme scenario of the day: Cleo working at McDonald's

“Oh? Keep this flirting up and I might just tell you that our ice cream machine isn’t actually broken~”

( Ft. Beth ( @ask-idv-baker ) | Laurence ( @idv-news-boi ) | Amy ( @the-oletus-parlor )

[mischievous-thunder]

The second time Logan made Wade speechless was when he said yes to moving in with Wade

[bloodycyrano]

I'm bored, here's team tadpole at the beach.

Karlach: splashing her feet in the water and looking at all the critters in the tide pools. She's probably making the most dope sandcastle you will ever see, with Clive as the ruler.

Shadowheart: Shadowheart doesn't tan. Shadowheart burns. She burns *bad*. Shadowheart is sitting under a very large umbrella, gossiping to Astarion, and religiously re-applying sunscreen every thirty minutes.

Halsin: Halsin is a bear. He's just a fluffy bear, relaxing in the sand. Perhaps he splashes about in the water a bit. Maybe he takes a moment in biped-form to whittle a duck. But he spends 99.9% of the time as a bear.- He also accidentally sat on Karlach's sandcastle, and spent the rest of the evening helping her to rebuild it even better.

Gale: Gale is trying to take a break from being camp dad, and failing miserably. He's constantly trying to remind everyone to hydrate and take some time in the shade so they don't get sun-sick, all while trying to relax and enjoy the beach himself. He ends up falling asleep in the sun, rolling over, and sunburning the left half of his body.

Wyll: Perhaps the only one who's managed to actually relax, Wyll has tried a bit of everything. Laying out in the sun, having a snack, drinking a bit of wine, and admiring the waves. Wyll, upon noticing that Karlachs sand castle got ruined, also decided to help rebuild it.

Tav/durge: Does not like the sun, was forced to come out. They're extremely overstimulated right now and have spent most of the time either in the water or digging a massive hole in the sand. Durge specifically has been making a lot of weird jokes about drowning people.

Astarion: Was the one who sent Tav/durge to dig a hole to blow off steam. Astarion has been pulling some small pranks and gossiping with Shadowheart. Most notably, the group very quickly learned not to ask Astarion to help apply sunscreen to their backs, because it resulted in bad words and drawings sunburning into their skin.

Jaheira: Has been enjoying the sun, she's had a glass of wine, and is currently trying to keep an eye on durge to make sure they don't ACTUALLY drown someone. Minsc has been keeping her company, somewhat.

Minsc: Got into a fistfight with a shark, had character development, and then tried to hunt down and apologize to the shark. Spent the rest of the night feeding Boo little treats from the snack table.

Minthara: Can't fucking see in this bright ass weather. This has made her exceptionally grumpy.

Lae'zel: Lae'zel sees absolutely no point in this little excursion. She spent about a fucking hour sharpening her sword, most of the time has been spent shadow-boxing and training. She thought training in the heat of the sun would help boost her discipline and physical tolerance, but then she got sick. It took 4 people to convince her to try and cool off in the water.

[numberonetribble]

I got bit by the Sparkling bug and really wanted to give Bumblebee and Breakdown a child for my unnamed AU I'm working on but then I remembered I can't draw children :( big shout out to that post floating around here that's like "imagine a Sparkling but they come out full sized then what." traffic tickets and impound fees that's what

(pssst look at their knees)

[edmetalqueer]

Orin: So I sent Durge on a nautiloid & ruined their mind. Also I'm the chosen of Bhaal now, FEAR ME.

Gortash: YOU TOOK MY BHAALSPAWN AWAY FROM ME? BRING THEM BACK.

Orin: no, I am the chosen of Bhaal!

Gortash: YEAH, I DON'T CARE, BRING ME MY BHAALSPAWN BACK, I NEED MY BACK BLOWN.

Orin:

Orin: Ketheric, did you know about this?

Ketheric, traumatized beyond belief: yes. They openly made out in front of me during meetings. It's not fun.

[gayofthefae]

I made some joke a while back about like marriage and how if Carmy had Sydney sign a partnership agreement that'd basically be marriage because he's legally binding them. And that was a joke about like if that happened offscreen.

But now the trailer came out and he's having her sign a partnership agreement...as like a major plot point ��

[viivdle]

cardan: i hereby exile jude duarte

jude:

the folk:

the readers:

[jade-green-butterfly]

I did a thing. It had to be done~💗uwu (Credit goes to the creator of this cute meme :3)

[mrs-schoenheit]

SAVACLAW ROOK CARD I REPEAT !!

SAVANACLAW ROOK CARD !!

[theangelcatalogue]

Yandere: I love you!

Y/n: YOU JUST KILLED MY FAMILY-

[celestialrealms]

Something so soft about Barbatos drying MC's hair for them 🥺

Bonus: You VS. the guy he tells you not to worry about (or, why I don't mind this card was in the guest room of the castle instead of MC's room at Cocytus Hall like on the deflower)

VS.

[mischievous-thunder]

Logan: The evil inside me is rising yet again. I can't hold it in for much longer.

Wade: How about some freshly squeezed orange juice?

Logan: Nothing fucking short of souls of the damned-

Wade: We have the muffins I baked in the morning as well.

Logan: Ugh...Fine.

[bloodycyrano]

Here's what Team Tadpole would do for you for valentine's day!

Karlach: She would get you the absolute BIGGEST plushie she could find, and chocolates. Post-upgrades, she would cuddle the plushie for a few nights beforehand so it smells like her. She'd probably bring you to a carnival- One that *isn't* infested with shapeshifters this time -and try to take turns winning each other prizes.

Wyll: Wyll Ravengard spares no romantic gesture. He brought you your favorite flowers and decided to take you out dancing! He wanted to finish off the night with a romantic walk on the beach, but Mizora crashed your date, and now the three of you are playing board games because she wouldn't leave- Which Wyll isn't exactly happy about, but he's content as long as he gets to spend time with you.

Gale: Gale would probably make you a home-cooked meal in his tower back at home and absolutely shower you with affection and little magic tricks to dazzle the eyes. He's constantly seeking that approval, so you'd better believe he's going all out.

Halsin: Halsin would take you on a picnic in the prettiest part of the woods he could find, and surprise you with a special wild garden bed of your favorite flowers. He'd also have a whittled duck for you.

Shadowheart: Shadowheart would bring you a single night-blooming flower and a bottle of wine. She'd probably take you somewhere dark and secluded where you could simply spend the night enjoying each other's company, away from the rest of the world.

Astarion: Astarion is happy to do almost anything as long as he's with you. You stopped by his grave to leave flowers- A cute gesture he's likely become accustomed to. Perhaps he takes you out to dinner, or to a play he knows you've been wanting to see, but the real treat is when he takes you back home to cuddle and read together. Horror novels and shocking favorites only.- You wouldn't expect it, but he does voices for the characters if you get him to read out loud. His faked accents are awful, but it's cute.

Ascended Astarion: Awe, you didn't think I'd leave you guys out, did you? So. He's likely to do something flashier. A wine tasting, or maybe take you to get a new outfit tailored to fit you perfectly. It doesn't match anything you'd actually choose to wear, but it paints the perfect picture of the vampire consort trophy spouse he's decided that you are. He keeps setting up little things that you feel are supposed to make you happy, but it's filled with a harsh coldness and an empty stare. You've all but given up hope that the Astarion you know and love is still in there until the night comes to a close, and he brings you home. He's being strangely affectionate and sweet. Cuddly. At first, you take this as a sign of better days - until he won't stop biting you, no matter what you say or do. Eventually, he's taken so much blood that you pass out; and you wake up in your locked chambers alone with a pretty, expensive necklace and roses. No note. It doesn't even matter if roses are your favorite flower or not. He doesn't care.

Lae'zel: She didn't know Valentine's Day was a thing. She can't pronounce it and literally had no idea why everyone was making a big deal about the holiday, etc. She was, however, very surprised when you brought her a gift. She tried to seem uninterested in the whole "mushy, romantic stuff," but you could practically see her heart melt when you made a romantic gesture. You spent the rest of the day together - She probably tried to bring you out hunting or sparring.

Durge: Durge would either give you a mortal heart in a jar or a vial of their own blood, and disturbing poetry they wrote for you. They might try to get you to get matching tattoos with them, but they won't push you if you'd rather not. Aside from that, they might take you to a cemetery or a long lost ruin to bask in the macabre beauty of the space. They'd also bring brownies they made themself.- They were going to pack a picnic, but they didn't want to smother you; and they're really better at baking than they are at cooking.

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

Sickfic Prompts | Open

@warofthebeasts asked: [ 👕 ] - helping them get changed [ zack helping seph because zack is a good bean and seph doesn't get taken care of enough ]

He felt cold, sick, empty, hot, overwhelmed and numb all at once. He could assume, with the basic mental effort he was able to put in right now, that a lot of it was due to overwhelming exposure to mako. He'd been exposed for years, but in such abundance, and during a time where he was already....regrettably and undefinably vulnerable, it seemed to had taken its tole.

But there was more...more he didn't fully understand, or perhaps didn't want to.

As much as the nausea swimming in his stomach, there was regret, piling further and further atop one another. The townspeople of Nibelheim...the local infantryman, the young guide...and Zack Fair himself, they had all laid witness and victim to weakness and failure and undefinable horrors.

In the deep, suffocating fog that seemed to be choking his senses and his ability to think and feel clearly, he remembered...rage, hurt, disgust, and a desire to hurt, the burn, to consume. He wanted to destroy, and he wanted to spread destruction.

And that desire still twisted in his gut, and yearned to surge forward. But more than that, awareness and disgust flooded that desire. He swallowed the lump in his throat, still feeling nauseas as he looked around the abandoned field before him. He'd been...dragged here...when?

Oh yes. After the two encounters and chase between himself and Zack. He had taken to Nibelheim, in the fog, in the hate, masamune at the ready, and a yearning smile on his lips as he could almost hear her voice, singing to him, praises and encouragement to do it, just do it, cut it down and burn it all.

But the Buster Sword stopped him after the first few injuries were inflicted--the judgmental gaze of Angeal crashed through his mind, the mocking but encouraging remarks for better effort from Genesis rung in his years, despite being tainted by the echeos of rot, rot, rot. But then those shining blue eyes tore past his awareness, trying to seperate the fog with their intensity and the words complaining about what was wrong, why he was doing this, what happened to him.

They fought, he couldn't remember how long, and that hunger twisted in his gut. The sing-song lullaby of his mother turned into screeching cries. He had to go to her, he had to save her.

He'd abandoned Zack Fair, and his unfortunate, wounded but still breathing victims in the town and made for the reactor. The nearer he drew, the louder he cries became. He would embrace her, he would remove her from her shackles, from whatever cruel containment she'd been left in. He was intent, but then there was that Buster Sword, and those eyes, and Zack's voice. He couldn't hear him through her cries, and he felt himself wanted to tear and claw out of his own skin. Deeper than Zack's reluctant slashes could sear him with pain, his mothers grin on him had him coming apart. He went to skewer Zack, but the man ducked mostly in time, though masamune did carve over his shoulder, cutting free the near useless pauldron.

Zack's cry of pain, the location of the injury, the location where Genesis had only days ago shattered his entire world, and the faintest grip on what he had once treasured that had been nurtured through the nights of Zack staying by his side in the mansion as he worked and studied, it all seemed to crash together.

He faltered, and staggered, and with tears he did not recognize were falling, he let out a cry of overwhelming frustration and lunged for Zack once more. But he had not recovered, and Zack just barely managed to overwhelm him.

He remembered the fall, plunging into the mako, and everything choking him harder, deeper, down into the depths of nothingness. He should have drowned. But something pulled him out

Someone.

That someone had pulled him out, and dragged him just beyond Nibelheim to a small abandoned farm. He had carried him, and cared for him, and Sephiroth, after how many days, had finally found himself aware and physically present enough to communicate. And just in time to find himself half naked. He had been changed out of his soaked uniform, and now adorned in underwear he'd never had before.

He looked around, but all he could see was spiky black. He blinked a few more times, and he began to feel. Firm, calloused, but warm hands situating his legs to prepare to slide pants.

"One after the other, buddy, we've got this." Zack's sure, warm voice finally overcoming the dull silence that had blocked his ears as if he were still under water.

"...Z-..." he tried to speak, smacking his lips, swallowing harshly and blinking through eyes that felt tired and like they could stick together if they shut too long. Blue eyes were on him again, in awe, but then warm. "Za-Zack..."

"Hey... Hey, Seph, it's alright..." He greeted, clearly happy to be hearing his voice again. "Sorry if you're cold, I just...finally found something that could fit you, to get you out of the mako-covered uniform. How...how are you feeling?"

'I'm f-..." he coughed, then felt himself shiver. He tried to steel himself and his senses, as if the shiver offended him, and his features teased.

"Hey, it's alright. You don't have to be like that...you know."

"Like what...weak?" he retorted coldly, but that tone drained rapidly, as if he had not the energy for it. He watched as Zack continued to try to dress him, working loose pants up both his ankles, though he tried to stop him. "I can do that...m-myself..." he tried to complain, reaching to grip the waist band, tugging it and ignoring how Zack's hands lingered to help. He tried to stand to tug them the rest of the way, and immediately staggered only to be caught by Zack who stood to support him.

"Hey..." that voice was softer than before. "Look...I know you can...but right now, you don't have to... I've got you...Sephiroth...come on, just...just stop. For once, just stop."

Sephiroth shuddered, wanting to push off of the other, but that warmth wanted to seep into his very bones, and he felt so tired. Legs giving way more, Zack helped him sit while working up his pants before he completely sat down.

"Why...are you still here?" he found himself asking, looking to Zack. "...What happened to Angeal...to Genesis...what became of me... This isn't...your burden, and yet..." he looked to Zack's shoulder, remembering the cut he'd made there, features tensing. "You shouldn't be here...enduring this curse, when it's not yours to bear."

"Yes, it is." Zack cut him off.

"No, it's not--"

"It is. You're my friend, so it is. I'm not leaving you, Sephiroth. This is all so fucked up, but this is more than we can understand... What we learned in the mansion? What happened with the other two, it's so complicated, and I know...as screwed up as what you did in Nibelheim was, you weren't you."

"How do you know that?" Sephiroth countered.

Zack tugged forth the shirt he'd found, an oversized sweater, and he presented it to prepare putting it on him. "Because I know you...and that wasn't you...like that beast wasn't Angeal, and like that jerk in the reactor couldn't be the Genesis you talked about being your friend. Because there is something else at work, that I still don't understand. And because, if that was you, you wouldn't have stopped, and you wouldn't be sitting here now...now would you?" he quirked his head. "Arms up."

Sephiroth stared, lips downturned, but reluctantly followed his instructions. The warmth of the sweater was welcomed, and he settled into it as Zack tugged it down and completely on him. "Zack... I don't...want this." This, being not wanting the other stuck in this position of looking out for him and standing against ShinRa. He didn't want to drag Zack further into this than he already had. He didn't want to face loosing or ruining anything else precious to him.

"...Let's stop lying, alright?" Zack countered with a small smile. "And stop being stubborn. You don't have to be the machine they made you anymore. So stop."

Sephiroth could only stare at Zack, words failing him. He wanted to stand, and run, leave him behind and try to figure out...what to do from here. But, he could find the strength, and the desire was dimming by the second.

"...How...?"

[ulrichandhetfield]

Random NPC: They killed my whole family, they stole everything I have

My male high-elf:

[clumsiestgiantess]

I came up with a rather angsty story for the Takeover Scenario universe, but the problem is I’d have to create ANOTHER new set of characters for it even though I haven’t posted everything I have written for the OTHER new set of characters.

So.. have this synopsis instead!  If y’all vote on it, I’ll start working on this story universe again! (And for any of you who are big fans of Julie and Ellie I do have their backstory finished that'll go up first!)

I was thinking up some Tom & Jerry scenarios between a Survivor and a person trying to chase them out of the house.  At first it’s a completely and deadly serious chase.  The Survivor hates ‘giants’ for destroying their world and tries to harm them and steal from them as much as possible.  The human is obviously quite angered by that and also the fact that the fighting wouldn’t have happened if Survivors hadn’t tried to take their world first.  (if you want the lore behind all that fighting go read the very first story lol)

However, as the Survivor keeps finding sneakier more loony toons ways of getting back in and the person finds more ridiculous ways to chase them down, they form a sort of silly bond where they both don’t actually want to hurt the other anymore, they’re just competing eachother for how outrageous they can be with their traps.  What else are they gonna do, talk to eachother?  They don’t speak the same language and neither wants to learn how.

Suddenly.. WHACK  The planned swing-and-miss of the human’s broom actually hits the Survivor after they accidentally dodged into the broom’s path.  The tiny person gets thrown forcefully into the wall beside them, and crumples to the ground.  The human skidds to a halt and stares in horror at their funny little creature who’s now unconsciously slumped against the wall with blood dripping out of their nose.

On instinct they rush to start patching them up — carefully wiping the blood from their face and getting ice to put over the bruises blooming across their back.  Halfway through, they snap out of their urgency and realize that they actually genuinely care about this creature which, despite what scientists and reporters say, seems a lot more like a person than a slightly more intelligent animal.

By the time the Survivor wakes up, the human fully intends to let them stay.  However, to the injured Survivor, their little game suddenly hit square one again — where all that fighting was actually dangerous and completely serious.  They scramble upward despite the black spots dancing through their vision and desperately try to rush away somewhere hidden.  Meanwhile, the human is trying to chase them down — not to hurt them — but to show them that they actually just want to help.  

Maybe the Survivor manages to escape them and passes out, still believing that the ‘giant’ actually wants to hurt them.  Or maybe the human manages to catch them by the arm and calm their struggling down enough to realize that there’s been a change in heart.  Or maybe the Survivor passes out before they manage to get away and wake up in a box; to the human, it’s a safeguard against them trying to run away and hurt themselves again even further, but to the Survivor, it’s a sign that they’ve actually been captured this time.

No matter what happens, angsty language barrier misunderstandings ensue >:)