#ooc: oh. here we go...

[harbinger-of-bad-news]

[Matt was aware of Omen's existence. It was impossible not to know about them. As soon as a Humanoid with tentacles existed it was brought immediately to Matt's attention. But Matt had one thing going for him...at least Omen despised PEIP. It shouldn't be an issue because Omen will stay as far away from the Crazy fucks in PEIP as possible. There was no reason to have concern. Omen was just another file carefully organized in Matt's brain.

And then... Tragedy struck. Because on Matt's desk was a new employee form sent from Macnamara's office. Omen's picture sat staring back up at Matt as he felt any semblance of peace immediately leave his body...Matt was unequivocally fucked]

@matt-from-hr

[Speaking of which, said man knocks on the door to Matt's office]

[mod-jazzy]

Happy 7 years Mini Doodle party

sorry I couldn't do anything more spectacular this year. Maybe next year if I'm still kicking

enjoy your complementary Jazzy Party Hat

Characters belong to: Mod Kit @inaris-pokemon-world Gen @ask-team-searchlights Hermes @cloudinbottle / @infectois (sorry I had to cash in my yearly Hermes Art Card) Bella @ask-pokecats Topio @ask-a-shiny-jolteon / @sp-modblog Ramiel @ask-amaryllis-academy Serafina @ask-serafinas-harem Alli @curce Kainda @a-toxic-bounty Lunch @askvekpa Nikky @ask-casteliabounce Paprika @skoodledoodledoo Chime @askchimeknight Puppy @sometimesjoltik Gertie @askfossilfriends Aspen @therantingsage Dax the dewott from askaw-Oh wait. I mean @ask-dax

[hometown-mayor]

"I see..." Carol trailed off. "And classmate, I assume?" Noelle's friend had a disheveled look and hair covering her face. The kind of person you wouldn't want your daughter to associate with. The girl had "bad influence" written all over her!

Carol pressed the button of her keychain remote to unlock the doors of the shiny and stylish family vehicle, too nice and certainly too big for a family of three.

"Do tell your friend it's good manners to introduce herself to her friend's mother instead of leaving without saying a word."

huds-hub asked: "Noelle sweetheart, who was that girl you were… hanging out with?“ Mrs. Holiday had seen her daughter with Susie from her office window…

( @hometown-mayor​ )

🎄 Noelle waved bye to her crush still having that dreamy look on her face. Sadly she had to snap back to reality as the Reindeer looked up to see her mother “She’s my friend mom” she told her.

[evocatiio]

if chibnall was the one writing this season you lot would be talking VERY differently

[soulprompts]

gonna issue a little challenge here bc i think we need to start branching out a little more! i challenge everyone reading this to send a prompt, DM, or comment on five mutuals' posts. the challenge is this: they have to be mutuals with whom you have little to no interaction. if you want to make it ESPECIALLY challenging, reach out to 10 mutuals with whom you have little to no interactions. no time for fear, no need for anxiety, just reach out, break that ice, and get some new friendships running! that's why you're mutuals! don't be mutuals with someone if you're too afraid to talk to them!

[lookwhatyoudidithasanxiety]

(Random headcanon: Harvest hates being called "Harvey")

(Idk I was just thinking of how Bloody calls him Ves/Vessie [which is so cute djskddkj-] and if there could be any other nicknames. Then I thought of that one. And I didn't like it, [no offense to anyone-] so uh- yeah.)

(Oh, and also, if the Celestial fam would be able to wear anything they wanted to, what would they wear?)

-Crumpet

//Oh yeah no, he hates it. Moon tried to call him that once and he about bit his head off over it. So of course Moon calls him that now when he wants to annoy him.

Sun would like to wear a dress! Not because he identifies any certain way, he just likes how flowy they are.

Moon likes his usual attire well enough (if it ain't broke). At the same time, he'd like to be able to wear something with more pockets so he can hold more tools on him. If only he could get something like a utility belt... Lunar keeps trying to get him to try on a onesie, or at least some fuzzy pajamas. Seriously, he doesn't need anything like that.

Lunar wears whatever he likes! Sometimes he'll throw on a SuperStar Daycare shirt when he's helping with the daycare, other times he may want to wear cuddly pajamas when he's regressed/just wants to be comfortable. Still other times he likes to wear dresses just to feel pretty! (Or if dress-up calls for it. A princess has to look the part, of course!)

Harvest wishes he could wear something more...loose? A sweatshirt would be nice. Something baggy and comfortable, non-constricting.

Bloody doesn't really have any problem with the clothes he usually wears. But every so often they want to wear a dress for the rare times they feel genderneutral. Besides, dresses offer more movement for when he's trying to run after prey. But make sure it's red! It has to be red! ....Pink will do, if not.

Solar likes his overalls (layered over a Superstar Daycare shirt) and toolbelt. Don't. Touch. His. Toolbelt. Otherwise he'd like to wear a onesie every so often. Just make sure it isn't that fleecy material. Anything but that.

Kill Code hasn't really considered other options. You mean he could wear other things? Well...perhaps something warm. He gets cold rather easily. Or some fuzzy socks. He always heard those were warm and soft on feet. If only he could find a pair big enough for him...

Poppy loves anything bright and fun. Pastels? Yes. Rainbows? Yes. Oh, but they need to be careful not to wear anything too bright, they don't want to overstimulate any of the little ones with sensory processing issues. They also like jewelry and would wear it more often if they could. They don't want any of the little ones to accidentally find a loose bit of jewelry and choke!

Midnight doesn't care, why are you even asking?! God, he hates those flannel shirts and wool sweaters. Don't think that he likes them! He absolutely hates them! Why do you think he likes them? He just said he doesn't! Stop asking-

Eclipse I can't say anything about without giving away spoilers :) So for now, I'll just say loose-fitting clothing, soft things, just nothing too constricting.

[piningpercussionist]

(ooc)

Fellas. I may go Insane.

[mushroompollution]

Canon Divergence pt 1

Oh, how he wants to lie there forever. Wrapped in Elliot's arms, breathing the smell of his sweat and cologne, nodding off to the rhythm of his heartrate as it calms.

this must be Heaven, Leo thinks.

But as badly as he wants to drift away into the comfort of sleep, the valet forces himself to open his eyes. He's careful and cautious as he slips out from the arms of his lover, though his heart aches with guilt as he does.

Elliot's old speech about his feelings on liars plays through the back of Leo's mind as he redresses quickly and quietly. But he had proposed this forray for a reason. He can't go back now. There may never be another chance.

He tiptoes out of the bedroom with a heavy weight in his chest. Carefully, he heads downstairs to the Duke Nightray's study. The door is locked, of course. But with the temporary use of Jasper's powers he's been granted, he's able to easily bypass the lock.

The study resembles the one back at the mansion, just a bit smaller. Leo swallows down the lump in his throat as he looks around. In theory, he has the entire night to search for any clue, any shred of information about the House of Fianna's or Elliot's Illegal Contract. But he still feels the pressure of time on him. What if the nobleman wakes and wonders where his servant has gone?

Leo bypasses the cabinets and goes straight to the wall sconces, just in case. But of course, it's not that easy this time. The Nightray mansion must have been built around the same time as Lutwidge University, using the same sort of mechanisms. But this townhouse was built some time later. If there was a secret passage, it must be something else.

Something less obvious.

Leo sighs quietly and gets to searching the cabinets. He finds plenty of sensitive information, deeds to the family's properties, including the orphanage. But nothing on Abyss, nothing on the children.

And his stomach starts to sink.

Maybe this was a mistake.

Maybe he was wrong.

Maybe he just betrayed his closest friend's trust for nothing.

Maybe the ghosts were right.

Leo barely catches himself from slamming the cabinet shut in frustration. He has to be quiet. He can't wake Elliot...

His gaze rests on a photograph sitting on the Duke Nightray's desk. A photo of a little blond baby, hoisted into the air by one of his brothers, two others watching in amusement from an ornate sofa. A portrait of happier days, taken by the Duchess when she was well. Back when all three of those brothers were still alive.

Back before Leo came along.

A sour taste burns his tongue.

Remember this is all your fault.

Hesitantly, he reaches for the photo to get a better look, as guilty as it feels. Elliot had been such a cute baby--

But the frame gives surprising resistance when he tries to lift it. Leo gasps softly in surprise.

Instead of lifting, he tilts the frame forward, and his eyes go wide as it gives. There's a click, and then the sound of movement makes Leo spin round to watch as the bookshelf opens up.

hiding behind his own family....

Leo swallows down the thought along with the bile on his tongue and surges forward, into the secret room.

Unlike the one back in the mansion, this chamber is fully furnished, though much less ostentatious than the main study concealing it. A large, impressive, solid desk sits in the middle, matching bookshelves and file cabinets lining the walls.

A collection of printouts, handwritten notes, newspaper clippings, and other articles are pinned to one wall around a map of the country and surrounding region. Leo feels his hair stand on end as he approaches the display. It feels surreal, like a movie set.

Red X's mark Sablier, and a location somewhere in the Tor countryside, near a small town that Leo knew well, once upon a time. A question mark drawn over the neighboring country to the west is crossed out by a similar X. A large circle is drawn around an area in the country to the east, which Leo assumes must be Isla Yura's estate.

the locations of the Sealing Stones--

Leo isn't quite sure how he knows that.

Though he doesn't really know what to make of any of this, at least he knows he's found something. Hands shaking, he quickly grabs his phone to snap some photos of the wall. He can't waste time trying to decipher it now.

The cabinets below the assorment of documents is locked of course, but that means nothing to Leo while he has Jasper's powers. He opens it up, only to be nearly overwhelmed by the things he finds inside. He scans files, reports, and notebooks, key words lighting up all over the place.

Handwritten notes on the Sealing Stones. On the Baskervilles. On the Chain Raven, and the family's failed attempts to form a Contract with it. About Vincent, about Gilbert, about the doors to Abyss that they each came out of.

The desk quickly piles up with the things Leo pulls out, and his stomach sinks. Even for him, this is an impressive amount of reading. Far too much for one evening. Where is he even supposed to begin...?

He opens a drawer on the next filing cabinet, and his heart skips a beat.

It's almost too convenient.

Inside are a number of documents and folders. Studies of Humpty Dumpty and a caselog of its victims and Contractors over the years. And in the next drawer of that same cabinet, a set of tabbed folders, each labeled with the name of a child from the House of Fianna's.

Not just any children.

When Leo had snooped around the office at the orphanage, he had found files on all the present children, as well as those who had aged out in time. But there had been no record whatsoever of any of those who had died during their time at Fianna's.

Instead, those records stare up at him from this locked cabinet in the Duke's personal, hidden study.

And amongst them, one name stands out above them all. A file thicker than any of the others.

Leo's hands tremble as he removes the folder with his own name across the tab.

why...?

He walks over to the desk, collapses into the oversized executive chair as if in a daze, his eyes cast down at that folder.

Why him...?

He forces himself to open the file anyway.

And after all of this. Does he really want to know....?

The first page is a pretty straightforward document, Leo's personal and medical records upon admission into Fianna's. It would be unremarkable, if not for one line:

EYES: See notes¹.

He takes a deep breath, turning to the next page.

The Subject possesses eye color and details which defy medical explanation. Iris color appears to shift between blue and violet, with black rings surrounding the pupil. More interesting are the flecks of gold which appear to drift freely throughout the anterior chamber. When questioned if these flecks interfere with vision, the subject reported seeing "white orbs," "golden lights," and "glitter" since childhood, as well as a "black haze" around the edges of his vision.

Furthermore, the subject also reported hearing unexplainable "whispers" and "voices."

Upon receiving this information, the decision to move the subject to the House of the White Angel despite being older than the usual admittance limit was made by the Great Duke Bernard Nightray himself.

He had always known he was weird.

Now he has medical record of it.

keep going.

Leo's chest feels tight. But still, he forces himself to read on.

The next page includes several eyewitness reports of his mother's final moments, her Chain going berserk in the middle of a crowded town square, killing six before dragging her into the depths of Abyss. Leo had been there, and each report brings her desperate screaming back to his ears.

keep reading.

Reports of his poor behavior at the orphanage, details of his building friendship with Elliot.

Then, finally, he finds it. A detailed summary of that rainy day, including the report he had given. The one the Duke Nightray had dismissed as a nightmare.

Three children had wandered into that crater in the center of the city, where they were attacked by a fearsome Chain. Though Leo found the third, shaken and scared, the monster loomed over them from a nearby cliff. Watching them.

Elliot had drawn his sword and run at the monster. In response, the Chain had pierced straight through his chest with a long, sharp tendril.

Leo's stomach turns.

Not to defend itself.

It was only protecting its master--

That's when he had made that fateful choice to save his friend's life.

No, not save.

Just prolong.

As he reads, he can feel the stares of those ghosts boring into him. Standing over him, drowning him in their shadows.

It's because of what you are.

Following this incident, the decision was made to allow the Subject to remain in the employ of the Nightray house in order to better study the correlation and relationship between Humpty Dumpty and--

"is this trying to say that i'm...."

Leo trails off as he comments to himself, already completely absorbed in the next line of his file.

It's because you are ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓

Those words that had overwhelmed him before come to his mind clearly now.

"Glen Baskerville...?"

"It's about time you finally woke up to the truth."

The valet jumps as a cold voice snaps him out of his reading. He looks up quickly, only to find the entrance, and exit, of the secret room filled by the imposing form of the Duke Nightray himself.

[deus-ex-mona]

i miss her…

[ratatatastic]

do you write fic on ao3?

unfortunately for everyone involved i do!

[shr1mply-here]

What will happen to Shrimpo can wait for later, we got a sugar high Goob who’s extremely bitey.

(Who I threw a cupcake at that he then ate, giving him an even worse sugar high as an attempted distraction.)

Whoops.

(Guhh… what do I do?? I’m so busy and barely got any time to look for goob myself.. think Cole think—)

*BUURP*

(..Bing-pot 💡)

Ahh~ that hit the spot, Imma bounce so Seya—

AAhH—

Oh no you don’t BOY.

I am way too busy so I’m giving you a task so it lightens my load..

Find goob and keep an EYE ON HIM, I want to see him at the end of the day when I’m finished with my tasks and helping everyone.

and don’t litter, you litter-bug.

HEEY!!—

Well what if I DONT find goob then??

Whatchu gonna do ���bout it?!?

Oh?

Well.. that means NO DESSERT for a whole month..

Including EVERYONE too.

and I guarantee that will not end well for you, my grumpy pal.

So I recommend finding my fluffy boy before today ends or I’m putting my foot down on EVERYONE just because you wanted to do a prank, I assume..?

*angry mumbling and grumbling*

Don’t give me that look shrimpo.

If you manage to find Goob and bring him back today, I’ll reward you greatly, Okay~?

• • •

FINE!

FINE FINE FINE FINE F I N E!!

ILL FIND STUPID GOOB!!

AND NOT BECAUSE YOUR THREATENING TO TAKE MY STUPID PUDDING AWAY FOR A STUPID MONTH!!

[godblooded]

an unnecessary reminder i will go to bat any day of the week for james sunderland.

[bubblin-trouble]

Too late.

TW: mention of death below the cut.

It’s dark. A familiar dark, just before the sun peeks over the horizon to commence the dawn.

Waves crash against the shore. She knows this place, it’s her home. Where she grew up, where she’s lived all of her life.

Feet smack against the wet sand.

“C’mon, Shiloh! The waves are the best in the early mornin’! You too, Flint! Keep up!!”

A wide grin broke out on the girl’s face. She loved doing this. Surfing in the dark hours of the morning with her younger brother and sister. Triplets, they were. Like peas in a pod.

Inseparable. You’d never see one without the other two.

“Caly, slow down! Wait for us!”

Came the equally enthusiastic voice of her brother. He hiked his board under his armpit to try and keep up with his sister’s enthusiastic pace.

“Yeah! Me, too!”

Came the voice of Shiloh, the youngest of the three.

The trio set their board down on the waves, and began to paddle out away from the shore. The stars in the dark morning sky glittered, still casting light down into the waves. The waves lapped against their legs as they paddled out.

“Remember how we practiced, right?”

Calypso said, tying her curls back in a ponytail as she sat on her board, awaiting a wave to ride.

“Yeah! Lay on your stomach, paddle with the wave, pop up, and ride it out!”

Shiloh responded enthusiastically. She always loved doing this, surfing with her sister and brother. She had always practiced during the day, with smaller waves, to get a good grasp on surfing itself. Now, in the early morning, with the bigger, faster, stronger waves, she couldn’t feel more ready.

This day was particularly special — it was their 16th birthday.

The trio waited for a few minutes, then Calypso let out an excited squeal.

“Quick, lay flat! The wave’s comin’!”

The two quickly followed in her lead, laying flat on their stomachs and starting to paddle with the large wave that was coming in. After a few moments, as if in sync, the three of them popped up on their boards.

“Yeah, look! You’re doin’ it! You’re a natural!”

Flint encouraged, looking over at his younger sister. Shiloh looked like the epitome of joy, a wide smile spread across her face.

“Good! Just keep your feet steady, alright?”

Calypso shouted over the waves, looking over at her sister, who gave a nod in return.

“SHIT—”

Calypso’s head whipped in the direction of her brother’s voice, only to see him stumble off of his board and into the waves.

“Flint!!”

“Shiloh, NO!”

Calypso’s eyes watched as her sister dove after her brother, being swallowed by the waves in the process. Calypso herself reached off of her board to dive in after the two, but she could barely see anything underneath the dark rolling waters.

She popped her head above the surface of the water with a gasp, panting as she looked around frantically.

“Flint?! Shiloh?!”

“Over here!”

It was Flint. He was okay! Oh, thank God, he’s okay! But, wait…where’s—

“Do you see her? Where is she?!” “I thought you found her!”

This was bad. Oh, no…

Calypso dove back under the waves in what seemed like an instant, willing her eyes to adjust to the darkness in search of her sister. Then, she felt something. She knew it had to be the flesh of her sister.

She looped one arm around her body and kicked up to the surface, gasping as she tried to hold her sister’s head above the water.

She paddled to shore, Flint in tow behind her, and laid her sister out on the sand. She was unconscious.

“Shiloh, please! Wake UP!”

She tapped her sister’s shoulder frantically, while Flint placed her head on his lap and pressed two fingers against her pulse point.

“There’s a pulse! It’s still there, but barely…”

She had to act fast.

Calypso quickly placed her hands over Shiloh’s chest, and began to perform chest compressions.

“One…two…three…four…five…six…”

Thirty compressions, two breaths. Repeat.

“One…two…three…four…five…six…”

Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

“Caly…I don’t think—”

“NO! SHE’S IN THERE, I KNOW SHE IS! WE JUST HAVE TO KEEP TRYIN’—”

“Calypso!”

Her movements stopped. Her hands shook, as well as her body. Tears began to burn in her eyes.

“It’s…it’s no use…”

She knew that. Of course she did. Why did she keep trying? She just wasn’t ready to accept it.

Sobs began to wrack her body as her brother pulled her in close, wrapping his arms around her as his own tears began to fall as well.

“I couldn’t…I couldn’t save her…”

“That’s right. You couldn’t. It’s all your fault.

What?

No. This wasn’t how it went. Flint was suppose to comfort her and tell her it wasn’t—

“Wake up, Calypso. Wake up. It’s too late. Your sister is dead.”

“NO!”

Calypso shot up in bed, a cold sweat breaking out over her body. Where was she?

Oh, that’s right…she was still in Ramshackle.

She looked over at the window facing her bed, eyes brimming with tears as she wrapped her arms around herself. She began to rock slowly back and forth, soft sobs shaking her body. It was late afternoon, the sun starting to hang low in the sky.

“Sorry…I’m so sorry…so, so sorry…”

“Uhhh…Calypso? Whatcha doin’? You alright?”

Her head shot up at Grim’s voice, startling her, but at the same time, it soothed her mind just a bit. Some familiarity…

“Ye-Yeah…I’m all good.”

“Well…alright, then! I’ll be downstairs, if I should need your service!”

“Yeah, okay…”

Calypso watched as Grim left, slight tremors still coursing through her being. She couldn’t move for a while. She didn’t want to. Not after what just happened.

Flint never said that. So what did? Who did?

She didn’t know, maybe she didn’t want to. But in the back of her mind, she had a feeling she’d know sooner or later.

Maybe sooner, rather than the latter.

How long was this torture going to last? She couldn’t take it much longer. The incessant nightmares, the constant teasing and sometimes bullying from some of the students. She had friends and confidants, sure. But that wasn’t proving to be enough.

God, how she hated it here.

Taglist : @nrc-asteryn-crew @night-raven-miscellany @nrc-ramshackle-prefect @floyd-leech-thing @knightcoree

[llimerrence]

crying

[hatchetfieldgazette]

it’s an emoji based starter call : react with one or multiple to let me know who you want a starter from, specify your muses if you are a multi!

also note : all of these will be put in a queue when i write them and will slowly be dropped onto the dash!

🎭~alice woodward

🚬~alexandra “lex” foster

📝~axel bartholomew caddel

🪡~blair adkins

👓~cassie hughes

🎨~charlie finch

🥂~cj valentine

✝️~grace chasity

📿~girl jeri

☕️~hazel winters

🏈~jason jepson

✉️~jenny marley

💋~lottie hart

🦍~lucy stockworth

🔮~matilda bishop

🎶~miss holloway

💖~ nibblenephim

🤓~ reese harrington

🎸~ rose williams

🦕~ ruth fleming

🖊️~ sylvia stirling

📙~tessa gray

🪚~tom houston

🟨~ t'noy karaxis

🩰~winter clauger

💰~woman

🔥~zoey chambers

[ask-derrickman]

*Points at you* Gay.