#oh my tagging system is such a mess. damn.

[the-halfling-prince]

Had this vision in my head, had to draw it. Idk what the context is but here's another teen Zephyr drawing but this time one of my ocs is there too

[cookiesandcreamsupremacy]

thank you so much tumblr dot com for recommending this to me, i will now lay back into my tear-stained bed 🥰🥰

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CONTINUATION because i have a lot of things to say. op, i demand tissues because my eyes hurt after i finish this fic AND OMG YOU'VE DONE IT 👏👏 THIS WILL GO TO MY ANGST YUU COLLECTION.

IMAGINE IDIA'S OVERBLOT!! because oh god here we go again, but suddenly grim's taken?? and stuff happens at styx when they arrived and yuu realized that she only have herself this time, the trio aren't here, she's alone.

AND IMAGINE MALLEUS OVERBLOT!! AND YUU SAYING: you were my last straw malleus, out of all people in diasomnia — why does it have to be you!? (and yuu goes apeshit 🥰🥰)

(i apologize to everyone who saw my messed up tagging 😔 i hope tumblr won't do it again)

After All Is Said And Done

Masterlist After the events of the winter holidays and Jamil’s manipulation, you and your friends are left to pick up the pieces.

Warning: I write the reader as female. Also the reader celebrates Christmas.

Includes: Angst, Female Prefect!Reader, Book 4 Spoilers, references to PTSD and depression, Jamil x Reader if you squint, platonic Ace x Reader x Deuce but can be read as pre-romantic

Honestly, after writing this, I’m thinking about writing a version with Riddle, Azul, Vil and Malleus…

Keep reading

[bloopitynoot]

Reading SVSSS: Chapter 9

For those who don't know, I am reading SVSSS for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag bloopitynoot reads SVSSS. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read.

I feel so weird sitting here in the morning reading this, this has been my night-time routine for 8 chapters!

In all honesty the fic I was reading this morning just wasn't it/my brain kept coming back to my boy Shen Qingqiu, so here I am 8am on a Sunday heading into the Borderlands.

My teas are for evening- so this morning, hazelnut coffee!

ah, okay, intro to this chapter. I have been wondering how the afterlife works in this series. I hope we find out more than "the border of human and demons realms" p167

JK lol this is a physical place and not an afterlife p168

oh gosh, this is quite a mess! (Re: the political upheaval within the Cang Qiong Mountain sect as well as vs others) I kind of want to know what the side quest Shang Qinghua went on in the demon realm. p169

Oh baby Luo Binghe keeping Shen Qingqiu's corpse :( p169

okay but he also took Mo Qingfang with him so maybe they were trying to figure out a way to bring Shen Qngqiu back? p170

I would have loved to be privy to the Tea that Lu Liu was about to spill about his theories of Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu ahaha but instead we got a knock on the door interrupting p171

who is this newcomer??? Wait who's the second one?? The anticipation!! pp172-173

wait. "what year is it?" New character or??? p174

I fucking cant. Yes it is Shen Qinqgiu. but also the dramatic flair is too much RE: "faking your death is overdone, I must therefore actually die :)" p174

omg SQQ had a backup body made from the mushrooms! This is so wild. This was definitely Shang Qinghua's side quest for sure. p175

omg I can't stop laughing. What is with MXTX killing the leads and then twinkifying their new bodies. p176

it's been FIVE YEARS?!?!?!?!? p177. Oh damn, bless that he has an abundance of spiritual energy now!

He really told them his name was peerless cucumber- oh my. p178. Can we talk about how they then immediately stated he was a bottom with the Peerless "chrysanthemum, crown, flower.."p178

The hypocrite lol "It is wrong for you to profit from their misfortune" after he literally stole all the clothes on his back and a fancy fan for fun (and cultivating, but let's be real mostly fun). p180

why does everything just come back to SQQ just fantasizing about Luo Binghe's dick? We went from SQQ ranting about demon naming conventions to what he would call Luo Binghe's actual dick LOL p181

HEAVENLY PILLAR-JUN - pls end me XD stooop. p182

Meanwhile we have these demons sweating because they think this man is incredibly powerful and very unstable as SQQ laughs maniacally then slaps himself. p182 I really don't think they are wrong TBH.

oh no! I need to now what Liu Mingyan has been doing in the badlands! p184

but also SQQ assuming that Liu Mingyan is Luo BInghe's wife.

OOOOOO Sha Hualing is back! p185 I like love her as a villain, but hate her as a character. She's in a weird place for me, but I appreciate her LOL

Who the heck is this youth? p186

Jesus christ. the fact that in this moment SQQ hates Sha Hualing's nails- not because there is a kid about to get slice and diced, but because in the novel she uses them to tear up Luo BInghe's back when they fuck. I cannot with this man *face palm* p187

okay we have a name for this young master- Yang Yixuan, and this little baby is Liu Qingge's disciple! p188

learning about how Luo Binghe's cultivation works with his need to basically dual cultivate to level himself out has me officially believing that the system basically allowed SQQ to build the ideal body for Luo Binghe. he definitely has the excess spiritual power LOL p190

This interaction with Sha Hualing and Liu Mingyan tho...I really love Liu Mingyan! Wait- oh no! Not her clawing her face!!! p194

okay she did not get her face clawed

Well, my theory about SQQ building the perfect bod has more merit with the nuns now out of the picture. p197

Holy shit. he actually is strong enough to break through immortal binding cables!! p199

NOW he notices the script change LOL p201 "Shen Qingqiu had certainly never planned to fill in the gap they left behind himself. He had that old feeling of having accidentally picked up the wrong script- it made him vaguely suspicious that the scam of a System was still around"

Dang! he broke the net too! p201

and we have a small appearance by Luo Binghe!!!

Yay! I am so excited i've missed the system, glad it's back. even though it seems kind of broken lol p203

Well "peerless xiangsheng" and "senior peerless" are certainly better than peerless cucumber LOL p205

oh my. Well I mean, he's not entirely wrong is he? Re: Lu Liu's epic tale of the tragic one-sided love between Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu. (and this is the Tea I wanted at the beginning of the chapter, I am so happy about it). pp206-207

oh my sweet summer child "Those details aren't the slightest bit reliable, okay? 'The Truth' your sister! Even if I had no girl to fondle for twenty years, no matter how wretched I became, I wouldn't get so desperate that I'd get gay with a guy! Let alone get gay with the male lead!" p212

This Chapter LOL

This was definitely a needed pick up after we had that wretched death. But now I am so curious! I need to know how this turns into their weird but epic love story. When do these two collide??? What happens next???? (do not answer any of these questions LOL no spoilers, but I am very excited to read on).

[tallymonster]

Memories of Us Chapter 16

AO3 Link || Masterlist

Tags: @justporo @satanicspinosaurus @sleepy-timaeus @davenswitcher @wayward-hel @hereliesblackdragon @misscrissfemmefatale

Slowly getting my updates out lol sorry for the shitty upload schedule. Blame my depression 😘

Thanks as always to @cheesy-cryptid for blessing me with their permission to use their art as the launching pad to this fic that has helped me deal with my grief. Also to my besties @micropoe10 and @tragedybunny for indulging me and for being my main support system when the sadness takes my mind over. I owe you guys my life. 🫂❤️

Anyway, enjoy!

In the evening, Astarion takes his leave. They part with a kiss as he departs in the cloak of growing darkness. Octavia sits alone in her house, the dull cracking of the firewood soothed the ache she felt. She meant to tell Astarion her secret, but he instead surprised her with one of his own.

Octavia could have never imagined the dinner with Astarion ending in an even more complicated situation. As she takes it all in, she notices the mess around her.

The wine bottles and glasses are still on the table, there are cushions upturned on the floor, and her underwear is still on the armrest. She takes a second to chuckle at the entirety of these last two days. How quickly the tables had turned.

Octavia begins to collect the confetti of garbage around her when she hears a knock at her door. “Oh shit, please don't tell me he came back for something.” she groans. Tying her hair back, she exhales and swings the door open. She's surprised to see Gale of all people, in front of her with a bag.

“Good evening! By the look on your face, I gather you forgot about you asking me to come over a couple of days ago? Maybe you even forgot about the whole ‘showing me the journal you were bequeathed by your mother and revealing more of your past to me’ that you mentioned?” Gale finishes with a smile.

After a few rapid blinks from Octavia, he holds up the bag and says “I brought booze?” Octavia smiles and opens the door wider, allowing him to pass her. “Come on in friend, you and I happen to have a few interesting things to talk about.”

Gale steps through and sees the small disaster area that she calls a living room. He grimaces and turns to her, “This is not what I remember it looking like in here? Are your living quarters usually this disheveled??”

Octavia scoffs and feigns offense. She picks up one of the cushions near the coffee table and throws it towards Gale, missing him. “Damn it!” she laughs, playfully stomping on the ground. “I was hoping I smacked you so I could tell Astarion! He would never let you live that down.”

Gale pours himself a drink, “Haha yes laugh it up at my expense, but when I do things like this-” He snaps his finger and within seconds Octavia’s living room is perfect. “You would be a right mess without me. Admit it.” Gale smirks with a playful laugh, he was right, though.

Octavia grabs Gale’s glass and drinks it, “You wizards and your magic cleaning spells. Show off, probably don't even know how to clean your dishes properly.” He stares at her with a challenging look, he lifts up his hand and places his thumb and forefinger together.

“Please, if you want to antagonize me, I could revert it to your previous standards?” Gale’s eyes turn mischievous, he glances at her waiting for a reaction.

“You wouldn't dare, then I can't show you the book that you wanted to see.” Octavia says teasing his need for knowledge. Gale opens his mouth to say something, but does a double take when he notices Octavia’s bra peeking out of the corner of the couch.

Gale lets out a scandalized laugh, his head thrown back along with his eyebrows. “Wow, with the way your undergarments are stuffed in the cushions, you’d think you had sex with Astarion!” He reaches down and grabs the piece of forgotten clothing and holds it out like a freshly caught fish. “Gods, you couldn't even bother to grab this? If I could have seen it, my spell would have picked it up for you, oh well.”

Octavia snatches her bra back and throws it towards her bathroom. Her face fully flushed, she ignored Gale’s question and walked towards her bookshelf. “Oh GODS! You did, didn't you, Octavia?” Gale followed behind her, dropping the bag softly at the end of the coffee table.

“Octavia, talk to me… what happened between you two?” Gale asks with a softer, yet suspicious tone. Octavia continues to look through her bookshelf picking out a brown, worn leather bound book. She turns back to Gale and sighs.

“Gale…” she starts and grimaces. “Octavia…” he answers. The two of them stay locked in a stare, neither one wanting to crack, until Octavia begins to giggle. Her cheeks flush and her eyes remain closed. She places the book on her forehead shielding her face from Gale.

“Took you long enough. I was wondering if it would happen soon or if two would just keep pining away for another six months.” Gale laughs as he pulls the book away from Octavia’s grasp.

He turns to sit on the couch as Octavia grabs another bottle out of Gale’s bag. She joins him, sitting down calmly and says, “Do you have more in there? I have a lot to talk to you about, in particular…” Octavia opens the bottle and takes a long drink from it, exhaling loudly once she swallows the alcohol. “How long have you known about Astarion being a vampire?”

Gale's eyes widen in shock, he turns to Octavia, his face is completely blank aside from the giant frown on his lips. “WHAT? I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN?” Gale nervously looks around, gripping Octavia’s book tightly in his hands. His eyes darted back and forth trying to focus on something other than Octavia.

“Gale, please don't keep lying to me. Besides, Astarion already told me himself.” Octavia takes her time pouring the wine into the other empty glass on the table. There's so much she wants to know, but Gale isn't the person to ask. “Why didn't you tell me? I thought we were friends, I opened up to you about my family. The least-”

“Stop. Stop right there.” Gale holds up his hand, “That was not my story to tell you, Octavia. You know damn well I wouldn't dare cross any of Astarion’s boundaries. This was something he explicitly told me not to tell you.”

Gale places the book down, giving Octavia the look a disappointed parent gives their delinquent teen.

“Why do you insist on testing boundaries? I get that you feel lied to, but I can't risk my friendship with him for you. He and I have an understanding that I have never had with anyone else. I can't really explain it, but it feels like he and I have been friends in another life. Who knows?” Gale shrugs, and leans back. “Anyway, I'm happy you two are doing well. Next time please grab your underwear before I come over?”

Octavia is quiet, she looks down at the book on the table, she picks it up along with the glass of wine. She hands the book to Gale and takes a sip of her drink. Gale’s eyes linger on Octavia’s wrist before she remembers the two puncture wounds on it. She retracts her hand and covers it up under the knitted cardigan she wore.

She could feel her face flush, how the hell would she be able to explain that away?

“You know what, I’m not even going to ask nor do I care. What you and Astarion do when you two are alone is entirely NONE of my business.” There was a brief pause, Octavia was about to say something before Gale cut her off. “How did it feel though? When he bit you?”

Octavia smirked and shot him a playful look, Gale swallowed and laughed, “You can't blame me, I'm a lover of knowledge, and well….can't say I haven't been a little curious…not many people remember what happened to the vampires in the Underdark. By the change in your expression I'm guessing you don't either?”

Octavia shakes her head, she heard stories from her family about the runaway spawn that were freed when her great grandmother was out on her adventure. Their plight at the hands of that evil bastard Cazador. The way they looked at her with hunger and fear. “I only know a little from stories my grandmother told me, what do you know?”

Gale looks at her with a forlorn stare, he bites his lips and his brows knit in a sorrowful expression. “Those people, the thousands of victims of such cruelty, a lot of them died when they were on their trek to the Underdark. Astarion has told me stories from when he would visit them. He has friends, family, people he knew who didn't make it. You and I were lucky and fortunate enough to have parents, a home, friends, the luxury of a life well lived. He doesn't. At least not one he remembers fondly.”

Octavia is shocked at what Gale tells her, she had no idea the type of horrific events that would have led Astarion to where he is now. “Gods…” she breathes out, her heart aching at the images being conjured in her mind.

“Please believe me when I tell you that I've been pushing him to try to open up to you and trust you. He’s not the type of person to put it all out there immediately.” Gale places his hand on Octavia’s shoulder, “Give him time to feel comfortable and you will get your answers. Now please, can I read this incredibly interesting journal you told me about??”

Octavia laughs softly, she leans over, grabs the book on the table a hands it to Gale. She sighs and takes a drink. Her mind is still buzzing, she can't think about those things and place Astarion in the middle of it. He's such a guarded person and now it was all making sense.

Gale leafs through the journal carefully, stopping and throwing his head back a little. His eyes flit back and forth for a few moments before he glances back at Octavia.

“Quote ‘Gale is nice enough, but he talks way too much. He and I shared a moment in the Weave earlier tonight. I felt this wonderful power flowing throughout my body . Like I was being held in a blanket of pure magic and ecstasy. My mind couldn't help imagine Gale kissing me. I mean he is pretty good looking, not gonna lie, he has these beautiful brown eyes that just seem to burn with his emotions….it's just…I don't really see myself with him…not when there's others who are capturing my attention much more ardently.’”

Octavia and Gale sat in an awkward silence for a few moments before the both of them broke out in a fit of laughter. The irony of Gale hitting on her at the night of the fundraiser coming back to them. “Guess it runs in the family then?” Octavia manages to say in the middle of her giggles, she wipes a tear at the corner of her eye and presses her hand to her cheek.

“That's so embarrassing, I'm so embarrassed for my great grandfather. What do they call that? Secondhand embassment?? Oh gods, have I apologized enough for that? I'm so sorry, I was so drunk.” Gale laughs and flips through the pages some more. He takes a drink and points out another passage.

He pushed the book onto Octavia’s hands, pointing to the paragraph in the middle of the page. Octavia begins to read it as Gale adjusted his reading glasses. “ Tonight, I had a little run in with the newest member of our little group. Turns out he's a vampire!” Octavia almost drops the book in her hands as Gale stares at her.

“Oh my GODS , no one ever mentioned a VAMPIRE in the party? Do you think Astarion knows who it is?? Do you think it could be someone connected to Cazador? I can't believe this..” Octavia’s hands tremble slightly as she looks down at the page.

“Octavia, there's no way he wouldn't know who it was, we could-” Gale begins to speak excitedly, but is cut off by Octavia who curtly responds, “No. We can't open up that old wound. You literally just gave me a whole lecture about respecting his boundaries, it seems very hypocritical of us to go prying into things when all we have is speculation.”

Gale nods and takes the book from her hands again. He flips for a minute until he lands on another passage mentioning the vampire in the group. “Here's another one..’ Tonight he seemed more distant…I figured that he was hungry again, but he didn't want to feed on my blood like the last couple of nights. Maybe I'll see what’s going on when he comes back.

I truly think there's something else going on with him, there's no way he can survive on the little he's been eating lately. Even with the abundant livestock and wild animals around. It seems that after Moonrise he's been pulling away from me more.

I thought it was just the whole thing with that creepy Drow lady or just being in the Shadow-cursed Lands messing with his head but…

I just don't know what to say or do anymore, we have to find out what this all means for him. I love him too much to let him down. We can figure this out together, I know we can.’ Huh, seems Tav was letting this vampire feed on her blood? Sounds like a terrible idea.” Gale passes the book back to Octavia, she places it on her lap and lets her mind wander.

She plays with the edge of the cover, letting the texture of the old leather ground her some. She starts to scratch at the corner with her nail, flicking the material until she feels it crack. Octavia gasps and stares down at the book.

“Octavia? What's wrong? Something else in there?” Gale looks back at her with concern. Octavia holds the book up as the cover separates from the corner. She glances back at Gale who throws his hands up in the air. They both stare at the book before Octavia rips the old leather cover off.

Gale gasps as if someone just slapped his mother, he clasps both hands on his mouth and shoots up on the couch. “What have you done?? That's a piece of history! We could have put that in the museum! I cannot believe you just destroyed-”

Octavia shoots him an annoyed look “Gale, I can destroy as many of my family heirlooms as I want. If you want to scold me on the historical integrity, you can do so after we solve this mystery. Now shut up and look at this!!”

She places the cover face up on the table, the crackled leather has evidence of I'm being tampered with previously. She placed the book cloth lined shell next to it and stared at the symbols and notes drawn all over both pieces.

‘eyes like knives that cut deep from within me. they sunk into me and never let me go. You must find out. I know that if you figured this out, you can find him and put this longing I've had to rest.’

Gale and Octavia stare at each other. In trying to solve one mystery it seems like they've uncovered possibly two more? From trying to find the subject in the paintings, the log book Astarion gave to Octavia, and now this secret that was hidden deep within the roots of Octavia’s family tree.

Octavia grabs her wine glass and throws back the rest of the liquid, swallowing with a hiss. Gale was preoccupied with the book cloth shell, he had his hands clasped together with two fingers sticking up in front of his lips. He had a look of quiet contemplation, serious and determined.

Gale hums and sighs, he sucks his teeth and leans back. “Something fucky is going on with this book…give me a little room.”

Suddenly he lifts both hands, placing them parallel to the table surface. He takes a few deep breaths, closes his eyes, and speaks words in a language Octavia has never heard before.

As he speaks, a faint lilac light surrounds the book and cover. The light begins to glow and pulse as Gale continues to speak. Octavia has no idea what the fuck is even happening but she's too stunned to speak. She watches as some faint words begin to rise up from the paper and cloth.

Gale finishes the spell and exhales shakily, he rolls his shoulders and places his hands down. He opens his eyes and looks at Octavia. She notices little bits of energy crackling along the tips of his hair. He shakes his head and she watches as the sparkles fly off and land in various places along her living room. “Sorry, I still haven't gotten the hang of controlling the energy blasts.”

Gale and Octavia laugh as he blows a little spark off the tip of his nose. He blinks rapidly and smiles at her bashfully. “Let's see what we uncovered, eh?” Octavia nods and turns to look back at the book.

On the spine of the book there were some glyphs drawn, Gale carefully picks up the book and inspects them. His brows shoot up in surprise, he looks at Octavia, his eyes wide as the plates in Octavia’s kitchen.

He turns to look at her, his expression completely astounded. “You have to see this.” He hands her the book as she looks at the cover. Along the spine she sees a string of words written in quick succession.

In this book, I have hidden my truth.

The words are there for you to find him.

I need to know what happened.

My star, my heart.

I await you in death.

However long it takes.

[idontplaytrack]

Heyyyy I have a request but like I don’t know what character so I’ll leave that up to you

Reader has been a little distracted by the pretty girl that recently started working at the same place as her…will she make a move? Is the pretty girl gay? Questions need answers but reader is a little awkward especially around a girl such a pretty girl what will happen?

Sorry this is so vague :( my brain is sooo fried lol

Coffeehouse Crush

Amber Appleton x fem! reader

Warnings: fluff, coarse language, reader and Amber are both flustered, awkward messes lol

In which reader, a small town gay finds herself falling hard and fast for the new girl at work. One problem— was she even gay?

“Hey, y/n. Later, we have a new staff member joining us. Could I have you be the one to train her? Just for today at least.”

“Oh? Sure, yeah.”

You carried on with your opening duties: wiping down the countertop and equipments, then counting the ‘float money’ to make sure there was the correct amount of cash in the register. “So, she should be here by 8, just show her the ropes. Have her shadow you for the day, hands-on starts tomorrow. You know, cash register, POS system, how to make the drinks.”

“I got it.” You laughed, “Just as long as she isn’t as clueless as Dex, who— thank god, you’ve fired because otherwise we’d be making losses.”

“I think you’ll be just fine. She has experience in F&B.” Your manager assured.

“I’ll hold you to that, Wendy. Okay, three hundred’s in the register— we’re all set.”

“Good.” Wendy shrugs, “Okay, Kaley should be here at 8:30, if she isn’t. We’re on our own.”

“Damn, okay.” You laughed, “Does that mean you’ll be out here too, then?”

“Only if Kaley doesn’t show. Otherwise, you and the new girl will be able to handle it.” Wendy bites back a laugh, “Sunday…it’ll be pretty calm. We’re near a whole bunch of offices and it’s the weekend.”

Wendy heads into her office while you leaned against the counter, watching people walk by. Ten people must’ve walked by in the last few minutes but not one walked in. You decided to take this time to make yourself a drink since there weren’t any customers. Then, you even had the time to drink it.

A few minutes later, a girl— probably your age, walks in. “Hi, I’m Amber. It’s my first day here today.”

“Oh! Right, the manager told me you were.” You snapped out of your thoughts.

Shit, that smile. It was so contagious. She just exudes such a good vibe. Smiling back at her, you introduced yourself, “Amber, I’m y/n. Our manager, Wendy has put me in charge of training you for today. But your job, for now is to just shadow me for the day and familiarise yourself with everything.”

“Hi, y/n.”

“Pick out a locker in the break room to your right, and that’ll be yours. I’ll just go get your apron and name tag for you from Wendy.”

“Okay.” She was still smiling. Damn, was she adorable.

She walks past you to get to the break room, you then went the opposite direction to Wendy’s office. You caught a whiff of her watermelon shampoo when she walked by. Stop it, y/n— that’s creepy.

“Oh, good. She’s here early. Here’s her apron and name tag.” Wendy hands the piece of fabric to you and the name tag. “Thanks.” You took them and exited her office, right when Amber walks back out from the break room. You hand her the items and let her put them on.

“So, today’s Sunday. Sundays are usually our more ‘quiet’ days. Not as many people come by on Sundays since we’re mainly near offices. Before some people start coming in around nine, I think I could probably show you how to make a couple drinks first.”

“Okay.” She nodded, eager.

“I don’t know how you have this much energy in the morning.” You chuckled over your words, reaching your hand out to grab a takeout cup then grabbed the recipe booklet.

“Okay, Amber. Take your pick— which one do you want?”

“What do you mean?”

You snorted, laughing, “Pick a drink you think you’d like— after you make it, you get to have it.”

She squints, “Really?”

“Yeah. I swear.” You nod, “If you don’t believe me, ask Wendy later when she walks out here.”

“No, no, no.” She gasped, “I believe you, it’s just usually. Based on my experience at my old jobs, I had to pay.”

“Not here you don’t.” You assured, “Go on.”

Her hand brushes against yours when she took the laminated booklet from you. You felt a spark, pursing your lips together and looking away from her briefly. She laughs, flipping through the pages. You could feel her gaze on you.

Damn it, Amber. Damn it.

While you taught her how to make the drink she picked out— it was a coconut milk latte, nothing too difficult. You chatted with her, learning way more about her than you’d expected to in such a short period of time. “Hey, y/n.” You heard. But you just could not focus. Your eyes, they were stuck on looking at Amber, looking at her sip on her coffee, happy that she got the hang of it so quickly.

“y/n.” You heard your name again.

“Hey!” You felt a tap on your shoulder. Startled, you gasped and quickly turned around. “Wendy. Oh, my God. Sorry.” You apologised.

“Amber said you scalded your hand. Let me see.” Wendy says, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, just a little…distracted.” You say.

“Distracted?” She smirks, looking at you then your hand, then finally at Amber, “I think your hand will be fine but you’ll get a few blisters, but be careful and let them heal properly. Did you run it under cold water yet?”

“No.”

“Go do that. It might lessen the pain for you a little.” Wendy urged. You excused yourself then went to the break room to tend to your burn.

See if this was how working with Amber was going to be like, you would end up with cuts and burns all over yourself from being so distracted by her…beauty.

“Hey!” Amber’s voice cut through the room, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I— I’m okay.”

“Sorry, I scared you. Didn’t I?”

“No, no, no, no…you didn’t— okay, I— I gotta ask you something but I don’t really know how to ask you—”

“Okay, breathe maybe.” She giggles, “Calm down and just ask me whatever you want. I’m all ears.”

And you did, you took a few deep breaths to regulate your breathing and it helped. You felt better and less…flustered.

“Are you gay?” You hurriedly asked.

“I…am bi.” She tells you.

“Are you seeing anyone? Because I kinda, maybe have a crush on you and I need an answer. I don’t want to be weird and just have feelings for someone that’s attached.” You rambled, “Because that would — would be bad, and I don’t want to ruin things for you, and have you hate me—”

“y/n, look at me.” She holds onto your hands gently, “Look at me. And listen closely— I just moved here, I don’t know anyone. I am single, and bi, and I think…you’re really pretty.”

You freaking choked on your own spit. “Uh…” Chuckling in sheer shock, you say, “I’m sorry what?”

“You’re pretty.” She steps forward and cups your cheek, smiling.

“Aw.” You blushed, “Damn. And I thought you were the shy one.”

“Not once you get to know me.” She shrugs, a cheeky grin on her face.

“You…wanna hang out after work?”

“Oh, yeah I sure do.” Amber winks.

You sigh, “Well, I’m looking forward to it. Let’s get back to work, shall we?”

“Yes, we shall.” Amber laughs, lacing your fingers together with hers for a second before letting go.

“Oh, Amber…” A quiet sigh falls from your lips.

“Yes?”

“Nothing. You’re pretty.” You bit back a grin, hiding the blush forming on your cheeks.

“Aw. Aren’t you so sweet?”

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TMAGP NOTES PART 2 : THE HORRORS ARE AT IT AGAIN

tmagp show notes for episode 2!

again, this will contain spoilers for tmagp episode two and it is tagged with " tmagp spoilers"

if there are any confusing misspellings please tell me so I can fix them

anyways, here it is yall

• I've said this before and I'll say it again OMINOUS MUSIC

• making adjustments huh

• * more office noises*

• will this be an actual office drama

• more of the... interesting filing system I suppose

• Blasphemy? maybe ?

• "we aren't here to decide the system" oh cmon!!! let the guy try

• "unpack that ominous silence later" Alice I'd die for you

• "time isn't real "fuck yes. preach

• ohhh already at a doctor's office?

• court ordered ? ohhhh

• still on the body dismorphya theme suppose ?

• fuck instagram

• oohhh

• I don't understand anything about tattoos so idk really

• not the dugstep

• influencer-"style" stuff just sets me off for some reason idk.

• if a stranger asks me about my personal life you can bet I'm runnin outta here

• " The artist becomes the canvas"

• STARTED A LIVESTREAM????WTF

• WHAT

• WHAT???

• THAT SEEMS SO PAINFUL

• BLOODY LIKE. ACTUALLY BLOODY OR JUST

• what

• wait what

• I mean?? at least you didn't have to pay I suppose???

• damn instant tattoo

• the random motivation at late nights and the mess that ir creates is a mood

• falling asleep while drawing too lmao

• don't stare at it too much. do not. you will starting seeing Things That You Did Not See Before and you will cry

• yes. ignore al the pain and fatigue to continue your work. that's extremely healthy

•"just a small tweak" yeah right

• WAIT WHAT??? THE KNIFE SCRAPED BONE ? WDYM???

• YES YOU SHOULD'VE. GO OUTSIDE STARE AT A TREE WATHEVER DONT DO WHAT YOURE DOING PLEASE

• OH MY GOD

• "nothing much" yea right

• the tatto is leaking??? oh no

• that's an artist's life. you think you finished up a piece and guess what? another 35 details it would be cool to add and another 157 mistakes you need to fix

• eventually you just gotta say " fuck it" and leave it be

• she has a roommate??? oh my god is she not recognizing the other?

• " perfect" but not usable or healthy if I understood it correctly(???)

• acid? oh boy

• Alice being dramatic again love her <3

• * more little noises *

• honestly the Gwen-Alice friendship ( or frienemiship???) is just gold

•"expanding external operations" huh

• wait who you're talking to Alice

• OHHH SISTER???

• play an instrument? we got a musician over here

• yeah Alice does give big older sister vibes

• so Alice's sibling is an aspiring rockstar huh

• ok so his name is Luke

• last time someone had a brother in a Rusty quill podcast it didn't end very well for them

• the band names .just. the the band names.

• I will actually use The Box In The Incinerator Method from now on

• Alice being serious oh dang

• * more ominous music*

[susiephone]

So glad to see a fellow Tally/Shay shipper in the tag. Their relationship is just so good. Its such a gigantic mess. I felt so seen with my messy, queer, neurodivergent teenage female friendships, even if I needed until a reread two years ago until I acknowledged this this feels extremely queer and that is okay because I am queer too. Until then, all the female friendships I read were always just harmonic and nice and only ever threatened by boys, not these codependent, jealous messes.

The idea to center a YA dystopia around two girls who are deep friends with each other and maybe in love but are pitted against each other by the dystopian system (read: patriarchy, read: beauty culture) again and again is just absolutely amazing. I mean, there is a more traditional love triangle too, and its even well written enough to not drag down the series, unlike in most YA dystopias, but its not the center. At least not for me. For me, Tally and Shay are.

I could go on about them because I have thoughts (see: all the fanart and fics I have either already published or wait to publish until the trailer for the movie comes out), but the ask is already pretty long

first of all - i'm so sorry, i saw this message and fully intended to reply later that day i was like "oh i'll get to this after dinner!"

anyway! i was really struck by HOW different the love triangle in uglies is compared to other YA (especially YA dystopia). like the fact that tally doesn't definitively end up with either of them, and that neither boy turns evil (or at least antagonistic), and that both guys were good for her in their own way. but i especially loved that they both took a backseat to her friendship with shay, since that was by far the most interesting relationship in the whole thing

i'm cautiously optimistic about the movie (assuming it even happens). i personally think it'd work better as a series, but, well, after the shadow and bone debacle, i'm weary to trust any streaming service to actually follow through. i'm a bit worried about how mainstream actors who are all gorgeous anyway will be able to play the characters, and how they'll handle stuff like the specials' body modifications without looking silly (obviously there has to be an element of uncanny valley there, but i do worry it could look corny if they don't have a very good makeup artist).

i'm also VERY worried they'll make both tally and shay white. my personal hc is that tally is white and shay is asian, but tally could be any ethnicity, and shay was imo pretty clearly a woman of color. though i wouldn't be surprised if the movie cuts the parts that indicate that the pretty committee's standards are super racist- i wouldn't be surprised if they cut the themes of self-harm, too. (though tbh i'm of two minds about how that was portrayed in the books; i see what they were going for, but i do agree with some criticism i've seen that it could've been handled better.) any YA adaptation is bound to have some of its edge taken out. like the hunger games movies were pretty damn edgy in some aspects, but they're downright sanitized compared to the books.

one thing's for sure. if a movie happens and if they portray the tally/shay relationship at all competently, there will be an influx of shippers. i can see the angsty lyrics edits now.

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Which Type Of Protagonist Is Your OC?

How Is Your OC’s Soul Perceived?

reluctant chosen one

this is usually a teenager flung about by forces outside of their control, but it can also be anyone picked for a higher calling to a cause they don't believe in. your mission isn't just to complete the task at hand--it's about coming to your own conclusions, and finding the system is corrupt from the inside out. it's about returning the favor, and embracing righteous anger as a form of self-liberation. sure, you'll save the world. you'll also fuck up the people who made you do it.

the strong-willed

your soul has touched darkness and so you learned to wrap yourself within it. you felt fear and decided you would never let it control you again. you're not always all sharp edges and cool stares, but you refuse to be prey again. you turned your teeth into fangs so you would be the one to bite. you learned to growl louder than all the predators who stole your innocence. it may seem like you don't care, sometimes you try to pretend you don't, but i see the way you sharpen your knives when the ones you care about are hurting.

hot, sopping mess

oh my god what the hell happened to you. clearly something a little fucked up. you have been through trials and tribulations, but some kind of ball of fritzy emotions keeps you kicking. it's probably that raging, protective heart of yours. it's been broken so many times but still wants you to feel happy, somehow. you're loyal, and emotionally a mess, and a bit of a dumbass, but you know you're worth something. and you'll fight for that--and for those who stick with you--until the end.

the protecting nurturer

you have the heart that belongs to a warrior's mother. you ache for your loved ones and you'll fight to preserve their smiles. you take care of the people around you. you want them to feel safe and warm. you do anything to protect those around you, even if it's from themselves. you have an eye for the details no one else realizes they need. you're the one that makes a house a home. you make sure it's safe because you know what it was like to be afraid of the places that should have been comforting.

universe’s accident

you don't think you're special, but you really, really are. and yeah okay, maybe you weren't supposed to be here, but damn, we're glad you are. whatever prank the universe pulled, it was backfired beautifully. you're the type of protagonist whose flaws become their greatest assets. your boughts of bad luck eventually come back around as bonuses to you and what you protect as miraculous coincidences of earned convenience. always remember--there are no accidents.

the wonderlust heart

your soul longs for your adventure. sometimes you're filled with so many ambitions and dreams you think you might burst. you rush about in a frenzy, afraid to miss out on all the opportunities life has to offer. you see the world with all it's light and all its darkness and can't help but see something beautiful in every part. every star and every shadow. you say you're running towards your goals, but sometimes i think you're trying to escape the ugly things you couldn't paint over.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

The Dark Passenger - Chapter Nine.

So, with the pitiful amount of interaction this is receiving (bar my beautiful girls who always leave such lovely feedback) my hand has been forced. If you want the next chapter, you are now in charge of making it happen via an unlocking system. This chapter must reach a minimum of 35 notes for the next to be posted, or it doesn’t happen. I work hard at my writing, and I deserve a little more in the way of feedback. I don’t think that’s unreasonable to ask of the people reading this. You can drive up the note count with likes, comments and reblogs very easily. It’s all in your hands now!

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Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

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“I swear, not one little bit of cellulite, not one flaw. Damn her. I’d hate her if she wasn’t so fucking lovely!” Amelia announced with a soft snort, she and Bella sitting at the table while Camille put their lunch order in at the counter of the restaurant they were at.  

“I know! She makes me feel bad about my thoroughbred knees.”  

Amelia rolled her eyes. “You have such a complex about your knees, girl! They are not knobbly, or like a horse’s knees!”

“Oh, but they are! I mean, those legs, babe. EZ almost makes me jealous that he gets them wrapped around him on the regular, and I’m not even close to being bisexual.” Looking at Camille’s legs again in the tiny pair of denim shorts she wore, Bella shook her head. Some women had all the luck by nature.  

“I’d totally turn bi for her, you know.” Sipping her soda, Amelia then snorted softly with laughter. “I told Gilly that the other night and I swear, it lit his fire so damned much, I still feel dick drunk!”  

A poorly timed sip of her own drink led to Bella spraying a mouthful of tea everywhere, leaning into Amelia as they both cracked up hard, the latter using a napkin to clear up the mess from the table.  

“Men are such simple creatures like that! I mean, remember when Nala and I kissed for a bet? The absolute pounding Angel dragged me away for afterwards, fuck!”  

Amelia nodded, still laughing before she composed herself with a sad sigh. “I miss having her around, you know, now she isn’t coming to the clubhouse.”

Nala had of course taken her boyfriend’s death very, very hard, and found it impossible to be around the place she had so many happy memories of him in. She still remained close with the girls, meeting with Bella and Amelia whenever she could, even visiting the former out on tour when Heavenly Creature had gigged around Europe in support of a very well-established band, but being an immediate part of it all was just too tough for her still, even a year and a half after Coco had died.  

“I know, yeah,” Bella lamented, sipping her tea, her throat sore from a morning of rehearsing new material her band were compiling for their second album. “But at least she’s doing well now and finding some happiness again.” She then contemplated her next statement before deciding to voice it. “Besides, we have a brand-new old lady to keep our eye on. I think she needs our support, navigating her way through it all, her place in our world. Or more specifically, her place at EZ’s side.”

Amelia widened her eyes a touch. “I mentioned it to Gilly the other day, that I wanted to further take her under my wing, try and be there for her. He told me not to get involved. It’s tough to be like that, though, because she’s becoming our friend. We met her a month ago now, and over the course of that month, her relationship with EZ has been so up and down, while us as a three are growing so tight. They’re fighting one minute, only to be back in love and wonderful the next, and it’s so hard, watching her going through that.”

Straightening her cutlery, Bella puffed her cheeks out on a long breath. “I get what he’s saying, and I know Angel would tell me the exact same thing, to stay out of other people’s relationships, but they don’t get it, how us girls are there for one another like that, that we’re the ones we tell everything to. I think there’s things she wants to tell us, too, but for whatever reason, probably because we’re such new friends, she feels like she can’t. Or she’s in denial. You see that, in relationships like theirs. And now I feel like I’m judging, argh!”

“You’re not,” Amelia was quick to reassure. “It all ties in with the fact that EZ hasn’t been himself for a long time, doesn’t it?” She then thought on her comment, her mouth twisting up at the corner a little. “Well, I suppose that’s not fair. We see flashes of the old him, but they’re getting fewer and further between.” A little huff left mouth as she chewed her lip. “I miss him, who he was.”

All talk was hushed over then, Camille returning to the table with a bright smile. “What are we talking about?”

“Your bloody legs!” It was half-true, at least. They had been talking about them at one point. “You give me knee envy.”

Camille raised an eyebrow. “Is that even a thing?”

“It is for Bella, Bella and her thoroughbred knees, as she calls them,” Amelia joked. “Thinks she’s like something that came off the track at the Kentucky Derby.”  

“Oh, come on!” Camille exclaimed. “Bella, you have a beautiful body, so gorgeous and slim!”

“I’m skinny, and I have no boobies either!”

“Yeah, but the way Angel looks at you. I can tell he thinks you’re perfect. If you’re bothered by the fact you have smaller breasts, just do what I did and buy yourself some bigger ones,” she reasoned, looking down at her own E cups, which had been B cups prior to her surgery.

“He does, you’re right. He even said if it got to me, he’d buy me some titties, as he worded it. I’m a little scared of the surgery, though, and everything that can do wrong,” she spoke, doubt riddling her voice.  

Camille grabbed hers, giving them a little shake. “I can honestly say, I’ve never had an issue with mine. I got silicone as opposed to the other options, operation was done in a couple of hours, I went home later that day and stayed with my parents, because you do need someone to look after you, help you wash and dress, and then six weeks later I was all healed up!”

“Are they heavy? Also, what do they feel like, because I mean, they look amazing!” Bella then questioned, Camille leaning forward a little.

“Here, give them a squish and feel for yourself.” Bella reached out and gave them a gentle squeeze, her eyebrows rising in surprise. “As for them being heavy, they took some getting used to, but no, I wouldn’t say they were a burden or anything.”

“Oh my god, they feel so real!” she exclaimed, turning to Amelia. “Get in on this!” 

Amelia reached over, softly squeezing, both of them making little noises of approval before Camille looked up and snorted with laughter. “Excuse me, sir? We’ll have to charge you by the minute if you’re going to keep on staring. This isn’t a free show!”  

Her joke had her new friends cracking up completely, the man who had been copping himself an eyeful of the sight turning away with reddened cheeks. It certainly made for an entertaining moment when they arrived back at the clubhouse an hour later, finding their guys communed outside under the hot sun.

“So, what have you girls been up to?” Angel asked after they’d gotten out of Amelia’s car.  

“Eating salad and playing with Camille’s boobies!” his wife enthused, Angel’s eyebrows raising. “Squishy, squishy!” she then exclaimed in a playful voice, standing behind the lady herself and giving them another squeeze and a shake. Immediately, she found herself thrown over his shoulder, his grin huge.  

“Don’t nobody come to the bathroom for a while,” he stated, smacking Bella’s ass and carrying her off in the direction of the clubhouse.  

“How long are we talking, ten minutes?” Amelia called in joke, not able to resist razzing him.  

He snorted, turning back. “Get outta here with your bullshit, Garcie!” Pausing, he made a thoughtful face. “Twelve should do it.”  

“Eleven!” EZ called, moving to hug his girl, Camille pleased that he seemed to be in a good mood.  

“Fuck you, bro.” With that, Angel vanished inside, Amelia exchanging some kisses with Gilly before she had to leave and get back to work, Camille and EZ moving to the couches to sit down. He swung his feet up, stretching out, his head in her lap, grasping her hand and resting it to his hair.  

“Oh, he wants to be petted?”

He nodded, closing his eyes. “He does, yeah. All of the scritches, please.” Feeling her nails begin to tickle his scalp, he smiled, the tension in his body from a stressful morning running between there and the border through the tunnels for clandestine meetings melting away. “I’m so pleased you’re not working tonight. I missed my baby.”  

She felt her insides glow with happiness, leaning down to kiss him. Happy EZ, sweet EZ, he was the one she loved the most, and the one who she had been seeing him make more of an effort to be. He’d been vulnerable with her in the wake of confessing his love, telling her that he thought the duality he felt within him was some kind of unconscious compartmentalising, borne of stress at sitting at the helm of the MC.  

In her eyes, he was making a very conscious effort to overcome that, but it didn’t mean the other side of him had merely ceased to exist. He had good and bad days, heck, sometimes good and bad hours, but that afternoon, at least, everything was calm. Well...  

Opening his eyes, he looked up at her, the sunlight making them glow more golden, Camille leaning to kiss him again as her hand skimmed beneath his t shirt.  

“I’d be very careful, if I were you, encroaching on the happy trail like that,” he murmured. “Because it’ll make me happy.” A suggestive double eyebrow raise had her in soft fits, kissing his forehead.  

“How’d you like for me to take you upstairs and make you even happier?” He was on his feet in two seconds. A few more after that, and he was naked, standing at the foot of his bed, Camille seated before him, his cock gliding in and out of her mouth.  

“How the hell is it that you’re getting even better at giving head?” he questioned, pulling a comic face of disbelief that had her snorting softly. “Like, where’s the other end popping out? For real!”

“Don’t make me laugh when I have a mouthful of your dick, baby,” she snickered, licking a circle at the head of it, making him shudder with a soft sigh. “I guess I’m just getting used to the fact I have to virtually unhook my jaw to get this third leg all the way back in my throat.”  

She had him laughing then, his eyes tightly closing when she took him back once more, sucking along his shaft as her lips took him inch by inch, EZ tangling his fingers in the mass of her soft, wavy hair. The heat of her mouth chased an icy chill through his veins, freezing then warming, his cock pulsing as he felt those familiar tingles of utter paradise pulsing through him.  

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby,” he gritted, Camille speeding up a little, looking up at him, her blue eyes lust blown, framed by long lashes, her beauty making his heart somersault as the surge of his orgasm hit him hard, hot trails of cum flooding her throat.  

After he’d ceased shaking like a leaf, Camille quenching her thirst with a few gulps from the bottle of iced tea she’d bought earlier, he moved to kiss her, yanking her shorts and undies, off, her top and bra soon to follow. “Only fair I return the favour,” he spoke between kisses, watching her grin as she giggled, his fingers pushing between her legs to stroke at the wetness already gathering there. “Yeah, you want that, huh? Want my tongue right up in this little honey hole, querida?”

“Mmmm, yes please, big guy.” Pushing her until she was flat, he lay before her spread legs, lowering his mouth to her and giving her exactly what she wanted. “Oh god, that feels so good.”  

Opening his eyes as he pushed his tongue inside her, he winked, tasting the gloss of arousal that sucking on his cock had left her with, laying long, slow licks over her slit, catching her clit sweepingly before pulling the hood back with his thumb, delighting those thousands of nerve endings with the incessant caress of wet, rolling heat.  

She lay back, her body somewhere between blissfully relaxed and winding with tension, EZ using more pressure, driving the glimmers from her, his breath hot against her balmy folds, hands clutching at her thighs as he began to suck upon her hungrily. He released her with a slippery pop, his tongue running slowly up her body, two fingers pushing into her as he rained kisses all over her breasts, his mouth closing over her nipples in turn, sucking, teeth gently nipping before his mouth covered hers.  

Their kisses burned like honey laced napalm, slow, hot and sweet, his fingers hooking within her, dragging against her soaking walls until glimmers began to flood her, Camille panting against him, overcome, arousal twisting through her core. Pulling away from her hungry lips, he stared down at her, seeing the same need burning blue in her eyes, resting his forehead to hers, knowing what she craved. Just the act of burying his mouth between her legs had gotten him hard enough to do exactly the same with his cock, sliding into her fully, kissing the cry that fell from her lips, his arms tightening around her.  

“I love you so much. Never, ever forget that, baby,” he told her, stroking her face, losing himself to her. Control? Darkness? Manipulation? Gone. For that moment, he was him again. However...  

“You can’t do this!” he fumed at her, three hours later after Martin had called her, desperate for her to cover two girls who had both tested positive for covid, and thus couldn’t come into the club for their scheduled shifts. “You’re meant to be spending time with me!”

Camille closed her eyes, sighing softly. She knew if she reacted to it with anything even bordering on the same level of ire, he’d just get worse. “EZ, please. Calm down.”

“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down! What, what? I’m supposed to just be cool with the fact that you’d rather go grind into some other dude’s crotch tonight?” he yelled, his rage pulsing.  

She was incensed at such a stance, how worked up he was getting over something that wasn’t out of the ordinary. It was her job; one he had no issues with. Except for now. “Oh, so it’s not that I’m leaving you, but what I’m leaving you to do, that’s what’s bothering you?” Taking a breath, she checked herself. “Baby, that’s exactly how you met me, isn’t it? It isn’t like what happened between you and me is something I regularly make a habit out of, is it? I’m with you, you’re my guy, and my work is my work.”

He snorted, eyeing her dangerously. “I don’t fucking know that, do I? You could be taking any number of them out back and fucking them.”  

She stood up, striding across the apartment, pulling her shoes back on. “I can’t believe you’ve just said that, accused me of something like that. For god’s sake, what’s wrong with you? You know that isn’t me!”  

“What’s wrong with me? I’m not the one running off here!”  

“EZ, for the love of Jesus!” she yelled, unable to quell letting her emotions get the better of her. “I’m doing a favour for my boss, a guy who has been good to me in the past, understanding me wanting short notice time off, even waiving my fees if I’ve been a little short on cash. I’m not going to leave him in the lurch.”  

EZ snorted, shaking his head. “And how many times did you suck his dick to make him be that nice to you?”

Oh. Now he’d done it. “None, which is in stark contrast to the fact I suck yours plenty, and yet you’re still an asshole.” Picking up her bag, she walked over to where Sally was looking at her with big, sad eyes, kissing her head and stroking her ears, the dog fluttering her tail happily before she headed for the stairs.

“I didn’t fucking say you could leave, Camille,” he barked, following her. “Camille! Fucking get your ass back here, now!” he then roared, making her jump as she exited the stairs and walked as fast as her feet could carry her, EZ gaining on her, his hand closing around her arm.  

“Get off me!” she shouted, pulling against him.  

“No! You’re not fucking going anywhere. Do you hear me?”  

“Let me the hell go, EZ!” she yelled, Bishop and Gilly both sitting up to take notice, looking between one another, setting themselves on high alert.  

“I said you’re not leaving, Camille! I’m not letting you leave here to go and hoe it up at that place, no!”  

Her reaction was immediate, her upset flowing out from the skippy beats of her heart, running down her arm and landing in the hand that slapped him sharply around the face. Immediately, he let her go, but the way his eyes darkened, a knot of fear grew in her belly, before suddenly and without warning, his fist met her cheek.  

Everything clouded after that, Camille aware of her body falling back and hitting the floor, her consciousness hazy, blackness engulfing her. When she came to, it was Gilly’s face she saw, his arm beneath her neck, lifting her up off the hard floorboards. She could just about focus enough to see Bishop laying into her boyfriend behind him, both men in a fist fight as she was lifted into strong arms, carried out of the clubhouse, clinging onto him as she trembled with fear.  

“Shit, are you okay?” he asked softly, seating her on the couch outside, crouching to look at her as he gently held her hand, touching his thumb to her stinging cheek. “I can’t fucking believe he did that, slugging a woman. God damn him. He’s getting worse. No, not worse. Worst, to do this to you, Jesus.”  

Immediately, she began to cry, falling forward into the safety of his arms and sobbing on his shoulder. “What the hell is wrong with him, Gilly?” she cried, her little sobs making the big man feel awful for her. There she was, so sweet and kind, so in love with EZ, and yet he treated her like this. “I don’t understand why he’s so good one minute, only to turn so dark the next!”

“Shhhh, baby,” he soothed her, the door opening to reveal Nestor, who carried with him a towel full of ice, and a bottle of Sailor Jerry. Gilly mouthed his thanks, jerking his head in the direction of the table, Nestor placing them down and squeezing his shoulder before heading back inside. “I don’t have a clue, none of us do. We thought it was the pressure of taking the gavel, all the shit he’s had to deal with, but it’s something else. It has to be. All this? It ain’t normal, and I’d say it ain’t him, but shit, seeing him punch you out. I dunno, Camille. I don’t know who EZ is anymore.”  

This? It was a new level of darkness revealed in El Rey Oscuro. And nobody had seen it coming.  

[simplegenius042]

Music Monday

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Music below for The UnTitledverse, Far Cry The Silver Chronicles and Life, Despair & Monsters.

Below is a song that fits Charlie Emily's lament for her missing love, Mario Emmett:

Summertime Sadness by Lana Del Ray

"Think I'll miss you forever Like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky Later's better than never Even if you're gone, I'm gonna drive (drive), drive

I got that summertime, summertime sadness Su-su-summertime, summertime sadness Got that summertime, summertime sadness Oh, oh-oh

Kiss me hard before you go Summertime sadness I just wanted you to know That baby, you the best."

Here's a song to describe Paul Yellowjack's fall and his current mindset below:

Shadow of Myself by JT Music

"I've already been through shit And still haven't seen how bad it gets Crashin' their party, bash in their heads Pick up a weapon and splatter the rest This violence has me laughin', after makin' a massive mess I guess, I'm past the point of saving, I'd rather end up dead! Give in to your temptation, transcend mortality Why let yourself be bound by mortal morality?!

Way past saving, can't be helped Just a shadow of myself Feel your darkness cascade over me (Cast it over me) Make me evil, feed me hell I'm a shadow of myself! Swallow my soul, take control of me (Takin' over me)

Take control of me, evil molded me."

Here's a song that I think fits my original story Wings And Horns rather well. For those who don't know, Wings And Horns is about the conflict between a pair of angels and demons over the validity and reasonableness as well as moral ethics of the "soulmate system", the former pair (Archangel (of Life) Metatron and his 13-year-old rookie Angel of Death companion, Azriel) trying to preserve and fix it, while the latter pair (Xiang and Jezebel Ba'al, a father-daughter duo consisting of a Demon from the Sloth Ring in Hell and the damned soul of a 10-year-old girl) are trying to disassemble and tear it down. Song below:

Do Ya Wanna Taste It by Wig Wam

"Tear your world apart, once the magic starts

Do ya really wanna, do ya really wanna taste it? What's going up must come down Do ya really wanna, do ya really wanna taste it? Baby, I'm losing ground Blind to what you'll soon become The mirror lies, the whole world's wrong but you Dancing with your blinkers on Throw your dog the invisible bone

Say I do (say I will), and put your jet in gear Anything to get you out of here Gotta go hit that ride to the setting sun (Pack it up, get ahead) I gotta leave this mess behind Gotta cruise from the blues, got a life to find What you need, there's to read on the dotted line

Kill your self-control, welcome to the show!"

[bloopitynoot]

Reading SVSSS: Chapter 2

For those who don't know, I am reading SVSSS for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag bloopitynoot reads SVSSS. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read.

Chapter 2: Mission

Okay pre read thoughts here. This story is so good! I am totally loving the premise of this, the system mechanics are wonderful (so much sass) but also so unpredictable!

I'm not going to lie I am nervous for this mission that Shen Yuan/Shen Qingqiu and co are about to go on. I just feel like things are about to get completely fucked LOL

again (as a reader not as system in book) points to Shen Yuan for noting how nasty the relationships are in this OG canon (p 63 re: Die-er and Old Master Chen- barf)

Okay but like I get it Shen Yuan- I still cannot imagine attempting to fake being a martial master OMG p.64

MOOD "Shen Qingqiu didnt even want to pretend to meditate, so he lay on the bed, just pretending to be dead" p65

unrelated to this plot but also related to this plot: I fucking love how MXTX is as a writer. I love the constant comments about the writing of women and side characters in fantasy writing it's very meta right now p67 (Re: shen Yuan/Shen Qingqiu- i haven't decided what to call him at this point tbh- talking about how the "original author" wrote the shittiest female characters).

I am once again here to talk about how Shen Yuan talks about Luo Binghe (he is a child- another barf) but also Shen Yuan does have this future(?) omniscient (?) knowledge about about what he becomes as a fully realized adult character - it still makes me deeply uncomfortable RE: "Shen Qingqiu could only say that, as expected, the brilliant protagonist truly was overwhelmingly cool, awesome, insane, and badass, with a dick longer than the heavens" p68

RIP easy mode XD LOL p69

why is he naked tho??? p71

bless her heart- RE: everything about Ning Yingying p74

I can't. Re: Luo Binghe's crisis pp76-77

If shen Qingqiu fixes this entire story by accidentally making Luo Binghe fall in love with him I- *deep sigh * pp76-77

The way Shen Yuan keeps reading the filth out of these characters- SO MUCH shade! "Their IQ wasn't beyond saving!" p 81

thank fuck he finally unlocked the OOC feat p85

Okay but the Lin Xi Caves actually sound so stunning p88

Re stunning caves: well minus the blood and qi deviation LOL

When his headcanon for Liu Qingge is absolutely wrecked ahahahaha p93

Liu Qingge really hates Shen Qingqiu (I mean, I get it but like still, damn) pp 97-98

Unrelated but I adore the way this sect is organized. It is visually stunning with the various peaks, im fully picturing this gorgeous mountain range

The QUEEREST thought so far in this is Shen Yuan commenting on the demon woman's (now I know she is Sha Hualing- don't @ me) footware, I can't p102

wait what the heck! Shen Qingqiu's fighting is so elegant! pp 106-107

Luo Binghe: status- Broken p107

OMG he wants to protect this kid but the struggle of a protagonist (re: -1000 if Luo Binghe does not fight) p109

Hell yeah! I already love Liu Mingyan!!! p111

OMG he totally is accidentally causing Luo Binghe to fall for him. I can't-what a way to fix the plot. p112

The hate Shen Yuan has for Ning Yingying is too much XD I keep laughing, oh no. Him basically saying "omg thank you for running away I literally cannot handle you in this fight because you are a constant mess" p116

wait. WTF. Is Shen Qingqiu going to die?!?!?! p124

oh, thank fuck, Liu Qingge showed up pp129-130

bahahahah OFC he's "repaying for the cave" p131

oh damn well shit okay, that's one way to end the chapter.

I hope his cultivation is not fucked because of the poison!?!?!?

also jesus, that's a harsh way to get points. Does he level up in this?? I feel like he at least deserves a level up.

That's all for this chapter!

Tomorrow is date night for me and my partner so maybe no chapter- but we will see if I have time to read earlier or not.

[sinning-23]

Socket Wrench: Introduction

Okay so fuck it… I saw the Super Mario Bros. Movie and this is not my fault but its fucking Seth Rogan and they gave him massive douche vibes and I’m HERE FOR IT. Anyway. Here'shis trainwreck of a donkey kong x reader fanfic…. Maybe some chapters I haven’t decided on yet. Let’s get this shit going….

Updates:

Chapter 1 found here

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Introduction

The last place you wanted to be was tagging along with some brand-spanking new entrepreneurs but here you were, a brand SPANKING new entrepreneur yourself. Now owning one of Brooklyn's first female-owned car mechanic shops was definitely a current stressor. You honestly were just here for advice. Still, it was beginning to look like you were doing charity work for the city's people.

“So, you guys jump into the sewers often orrrr just this once?” You question, cringing at the smell of the water and just the thought of what DISEASES lay within it. 

“No, this one is a first.” The eldest, Mario answers, leading the way as you and Luigi, his younger brother follows. 

There's a tension in the air as the pressure builds, the pipe you’re hanging onto threatening to bust any minute now. It seemed that Mario was taking his sweet time reaching for the handle and you were beginning to panic on everyone’s behalf. 

“Damnit grab the thing!” You yip, seeing the water begin to burst out as the pipe rattles. It was too late! You were falling into the depths of the city with the pair, treading further into the unknown. 

So this was beneath Brooklyn….well besides the trains. This was far more intricate than the entire city's plumbing system.

Oh yeah, this was definitely illegal...

There were restriction signs at every damn turn! You sigh, already in too deep as you continue to try and explore with the two. 

“So, what made you want to start your own business?” Luigi asks, genuinely curious.  He probably needed some light conversation to calm him down, and to be frank it’d be helping you too. 

“I don't like working for others, I prefer to be my own boss, shit gets done quicker that way.” You explain, shining your flashlight at a more offputting pipe laid between the usual silver. 

Green sure as hell stuck out. Maybe this was where this whole leak mess started…yet there wasn't any water in the surrounding area.

Maybe it was further back?

You take a step inside, trying to focus on your conversation with the green-clad Italian, but with every tip-toe step you took, you felt drawn in, a breeze almost inviting you to come closer….

And despite every last voice in your head telling yo ass to stop…you didn’t.

[upsilambic]

I was trying to find a post and realized I've been using Tumblr in the least efficient way possible. Not that this site is epitome of efficiency to begin with, but I clearly like to make my life harder.

For some reason, I've decided to use my que as some sort of bookmark system, kind of like, "Oh, I'll remember to get back to this later!" Except that I usually forget, and when I do remember, it is a damn mess trying to find it because I'm sifting through pages of que'd posts. Is there an easy way to skip to the end? I have no idea. I've haven't looked.

Then I ask myself why I didn't just reblog that particular post in the moment. Why indeed? There is no logic, only ~whimsy~ I'll be happily reblogging when my brain will suddenly say, "Wait, not yet! This one isn't ready. Let it sit for a bit. Post it later." I realize there is a scheduled post option, but that requires a level of foresight I don't always have.

The "like" button is even worse. It also gets used for bookmarking without the added benefit of the forgotten post eventually being reblogged when its time in que purgatory is up. I can't tell you the number of times I have wished there was a tagging system for likes so I could find things again. Of course, this begs the question why I didn't reblog that post in the first place. There is no good answer.

Even if there was a way to organize my list of likes, there's no guarantee I will use it reliably. I go through phases where I can't be bothered tag anything. It will build up until my inner Virgo can't stand it any longer, breaks free, and doesn't rest until all the things are tagged as they should be.

Anyway, there really isn't a point to this. Just don't be like me. Reblog those posts, and don't forget to tag.

[cassieuncaged]

Ship Songs

List 5-10 songs that relate to your OTP

Tagged by @roofgeese and @aceghosts.

No pressure tags: @emotionalcadaver, @emilynightshade89, @areyenotfondofmelobster, @poisonedtruth, @confidentandgood, @unholymilf, @voidika @captastra and anyone I might have missed

OTP: Dog Tags and Flower Crowns - Maggie x Elias

I'd Have You Anytime - George Harrison

All I have is yours All you see is mine And I'm glad to hold you in my arms I'd have you anytime

Strange Powers - Magnetic Fields

The Sun falls down like honey The Moon pours down like mercury The stars fall down like money And you come back to me And I can't sleep 'Cause you got strange powers You're in my dreams Strange powers And I can't sleep 'Cause you got strange powers You're in my dreams Strange powers

Our House - Crosby, Stills, and Nash

I'll light the fire, while you place the flowers In the vase that you bought today. Staring at the fire for hours and hours, While I listen to you play your love songs All night long for me, only for me. Come to me now, and rest your head for just five minutes, Everything is done. Such a cozy room, the windows are illuminated By the evening sunshine through them, Fiery gems for you, only for you.

Moonlight Mile - The Rolling Stones

Oh, I'm sleeping under strange, strange skies Just another mad, mad day on the road My dreams is fading down the railway line I'm just about a moonlight mile down the road, yeah, yeah

I'm hiding, sister and I'm dreaming I'm riding down your moonlight mile I'm hiding, baby and I'm dreaming I'm riding down your moonlight mile I'm riding down your moonlight mile

He's My Baby - Noire

He's my baby Ain't it something I'm a mess all for you Walking home, just to hear you say "Hey baby how's your day?"

Don't go changing, I will believe in you Don't know if you'd stay, it's all good if you do

OTP: Dancing in the Flames - Wren x Rick

Chinatown - Bleachers

But a girl like you Could rip me out of my head Black tears on your cheek I want them in my bed I'll take you out of the city Honey, right into the shadow 'Cause I wanna find tomorrow Yeah, I wanna find tomorrow

Self Control - Laura Branigan

Oh, the night is my world City light painted girl In the day nothing matters It's the night time that flatters

In the night, no control Through the wall something's breaking Wearing white as you're walkin' Down the street of my soul

Only You - Yazoo

This is going to take a long time And I wonder what's mine Can't take no more Wonder if you'll understand It's just the touch of your hand Behind a closed door

So Alive - Love and Rockets

I don't know what color your eyes are, baby But your hair is long and brown Your legs are strong, and you're so, so long And you don't come from this town

My head is full of magic, baby And I can't share this with you The feel I'm on a cross again, lately But there's nothing to do with you

I'm on Fire - Bruce Springsteen

Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby Edgy and dull and cut a six inch valley Through the middle of my skull

At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet And a freight train running through the middle of my head Only you can cool my desire

OTP: Bullets, Bombs and Baggage - Reggie x John

John Wayne - Lady Gaga

3 a.m., Mustang speedin' Two lovers, headed for a dead end Too fast, hold tight, he laughs Runnin' through the red lights Hollerin' over, rubber spinnin' Big swig, toss another beer can Too lit, tonight, prayin' on the moonlight

Every John is just the same I'm sick of their city games I crave a real wild man I'm strung out on John Wayne

Disorder - Joy Division

What means to you, what means to me And we will meet again I'm watching you, I'm watching Oh I'll take no pity from your friends Who is right? Who can tell? And who gives a damn right now? Until the spirit new sensation takes hold Then you know Until the spirit new sensation takes hold Then you know Until the spirit new sensation takes hold Then you know

I Can Change - LCD Sound System

Oh, this is the time, the very best time So give me a line and take me home Take me over But dashing the hopes, dashing the hopes And smashing the pride The morning's got you on the ropes, oh

Cigarette Daydreams - Cage the Elephant

Did you stand there all alone? Oh, I cannot explain what's goin' down I can see you standin' next to me In and out somewhere else right now You sigh, look away I can see it clear as day Close your eyes, so afraid Hide behind that baby face

Heavenly - Cigarettes After Sex

Needing you now to come into me Feeling it slow, over this dream Touch me with a kiss, feel me on your lips

When you're above feeling it still Tell me it's love, tell me it's real Touch me with a kiss, touch me with a kiss

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

My old job was at in sales and my boss was a worthless fuck and a bunch of the district managers came in and he was giving a speech about how we all sucked but under his management blah blah blah.

And this guy I worked with, right in the middle of his speech, ducked behind me and said in a high pitched voice "you're the worst manager ever" and then popped out and was like " oh thank God someone finally brought it up. District guys? Here's a list of like 20 firable and 10 legally actionable things Manager does every day, since you're here to see how he does his job" and went on for like 10 minutes, just talking over him while he was yelling at him that he was fired, that he would show up just long enough to unlock the safe and then leave and turn off his phone like 6 days a week and then would put in the system that he was working damn near 60 hours a week, that he more than once just took stuff home to mess around with and then would ring it out as damaged and just keep it, that he had signed a bunch of people up for service plans and then just didn't put them in the system and pocketed the money, that he claimed to be an ex-marine- had actually been sort of pivotal to him getting the job- and he just straight up wasn't. When he kind of ran out of stuff to say he just put his lanyard with his name tag down and was like "I emailed all of the proof to corporate from my phone like 30 seconds after he started his speech, good luck covering up what morons you are, i quit"

My district managers took the manager outside to talk and he just.. never came back. I found out later he moved to Idaho to join some weird commune/cult.

That definitely beats my worst boss story.

I was a cashier at Winn Dixie once and I sliced my palm on an exposed grocery store checkout counter scale, but my boss wouldn't let me go to the bathroom to clean it out, insisting instead that I wad up some paper towels in my fist and continue scanning customers' items one-handed. I finished my shift, went home to get changed, then went back to the store to hand in my uniform and quit (because they would have taken it out of my last paycheck if I had kept it)

[batstorm93672]

I posted 152 times in 2022

That's 152 more posts than 2021!

138 posts created (91%)

14 posts reblogged (9%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@oifaaa

@winterstorm032802

@clerkwithamouth

@miki-meh

@dc-universe2

I tagged 144 of my posts in 2022

Only 5% of my posts had no tags

#damian wayne - 131 posts

#damian wayne has feelings and he wont admit it - 89 posts

#jason todd - 75 posts

#dick grayson - 70 posts

#tim drake - 68 posts

#robin - 57 posts

#bruce wayne - 47 posts

#stephanie brown - 36 posts

#batman - 34 posts

#alfred pennyworth - 32 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#dick is always happy to get gifts and see damians progress but anything about older brother to jason from damian would ensue teasing lol

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Jason: I tried to steal the tires off the Batmobile, can you top that?

Damian: Indeed, for unlike you, I did steal the Batmobile and drove off

Jason: Holy crap what did he say?

Damian: He said he has half a mind to report me for grand theft auto. So I said "I'd like to hear that call. Hello police? My son stole the Batmobile"

Jason: Literary at it's finest

Damian: *nods*

Bruce holding a cup of coffee: Why... why are you two like this?

Damian: It's how we get by father

Jason: Call it therapy for Dead Robins Club

Bruce: There's a club?

Jason: Yeah I'm the founder and leader, Steph is the co-leader and Damian is our newest addition

Damian: *nods*

Dick: *looks up from his phone* That just sounds like poor coping methods

Jason: Oh yeah? You got anything better?

Dick: *looks back down at his phone*

Jason: That's what I thought

704 notes - Posted September 17, 2022

#4

Dick: Alright! Siblings game night!

Stephanie: Wohoo!

Tim: What games?

Dick: I was thinking of something from the closet instead of video games for now

Jason: There's Monopoly

Tim: I am not playing that with you

Jason: Why not?

Tim: You landed on my square and then when I said you have to give me money, you pulled out a gun to my face and said "I'd rather face death then give any sort of money to you"

Jason: *shrugs* You were in jail, not giving money to some scum

Damian: ...I have a suggestion

Dick: Does it involve violence?

Damian: No

Dick: *genuinely surprised* Oh wow, okay go ahead

Damian: We should contort the human body in ways they can not imagine. Letting fate decide their punishment upon the ground they walk. Letting them suffer greatly and feel as their own body fails every so often, upon failure they shall be eliminated in a fashion that would make the dead weep

Jason: *barely containing laughter*

Cassandra: *thumbs up*

Duke: *goes to Stephanie* I... I don't think I'm willing to play anymore

Tim: Someone needs to translate that

Dick: *sighs* He means, Twister. He suggests that we should play Twister

760 notes - Posted September 11, 2022

#3

Tim: Hey Damian, if I knocked on your back would we be able to hear metal from your spine?

Damian: ...

Stephanie: Can I try?

Damian: You woke me up at 4 in the morning for this shit

Tim: You didn't deny it

Damian: Get the fuck out of my room

786 notes - Posted August 25, 2022

#2

Dick: *stretching* Damn I almost fell and now my back hurts

Tim: Alfred has some medicine for that

Dick: Nah I'm all good

Jason: To be fair you are old

Dick: What... I'm not old

Jason: Yes you are

Tim: I mean I hurt my back a few days ago

Damian: Tt, figures you would

Tim: Don't act tough, haven't you ever hurt your back in battle? It messes with your spine if hurt too much you know

Damian: I wouldn't know

Tim: *scoffs* Cause you're invincible? Or a supreme being in comparison to us lowlifes?

Damian: No, my spine is metal so I wouldn't know cause my original spine is no longer attached to my nervous system

Tim & Jason:

Damian: What?

Tim: WHAT THE HELL I THOUGHT LOSING A SPLEEN WAS BAD

Jason: YOU DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING

Damian: I assumed everyone knew? I was shot by the Flamingo in the spine and was paralyzed until Grayson took me to mother and she replaced my spine with a metal one, but it was simply a ploy to control me and try to kill Grayson

Tim: ...

Jason: ...

Dick: *sweats*

Jason: YOU DIDN'T THINK TO MENTION THIS DICKHEAD

1,423 notes - Posted August 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Tim: Ugh! Some dude at work was so annoying! *sits down on the sofa next to Damian*

Damian: *places his book down* Terms and conditions

Tim: W... What?

Damian: Tt, Where do you want this to take place, how shall it be done and will you be able to provide me bags or a small cold storage place

Tim: ...Are you... are you offering to off someone for me?

Damian: This is business Drake, make it quick

Tim: God's sake no Damian!

Damian: You've wasted my time

Jason: *walks in* This asshole was being so annoying!

Damian: Terms and conditions?

Jason: Docks, quick and easy, yes I'll provide the bags

Damian: Very well

Tim: W- What the hell?

Jason: Dami and I are going on a trip

Damian: Good day Drake

Tim: What... did I just witness?

Jason from afar: A business transaction Timbo

6,868 notes - Posted September 2, 2022

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