#ooc: oh. here we go...

[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.

[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

[deus-ex-mona]

i miss her…

[mushroompollution]

It's the dead of night when a roar of frustration echoes through the silent halls of the mansion, followed by a loud crash.

A tall man with blond hair and mismatched eyes pokes his head into the chambers of his master. "Is everything alright--?" He doesn't flinch as a teacup whizzes narrowly past his head to shatter against the wall behind him. Instead, he smiles.

The Narrator, head in hand, grits his teeth with a growl.

"So it's like that, then?" The blond spots a book lying haphazardly on the plush carpet, given a similar treatment to that teacup moments before. He saunters across the ornate room to recover the novel. "Another unsatisfying ending?"

The other man's hand clenches in his tidy hair. "There is no ending," he hisses.

"Oho~?" The blond muses as he flips through the pages. Sure enough, the printed words end with several hundred blank pages following. "Isn't this what we've been looking for, though? An unfinished Story?"

"It isn't just unfinished, it's abandoned," Finally, the Narrator takes his hand from his head as the taller man approaches his hunched master. He snatches the unfinished Story and rises from his desk in one swift movement. "It was published like this, seven years ago,"

"Published unfinished? It must be a very different Story, then--"

"It's completely different, in every way. The time period, the characters, the tone--"

"He lives, doesnt he?"

A hush falls on the bedroom. The Editor grips the book in his single hand. His eyes meet the taller man's, swirling violet galaxies full of stars boring into mismatched red and gold.

"There isn't a single mention of the Bloody Black Rabbit."

The blond man's smile curls into a smirk.

"Oho, I see. That's very different, indeed," he purrs.

"Something ended this story, but it wasn't written. Is this the Will of the Abyss? He lived!" The book is slammed down on his desk with a definite thud. "But we will never know the consequences of it. If it ends like all the others where I don't--" His voice cracks.

He's shaking, staring down at that book that will never be finished. The blond man approaches him, putting a hand on his shoulder only to be swatted away.

"We'll keep searching, master. This is good, this means anything is possible--"

A knock on the frame of the open doorway catches the attention of both men. They turn to see a young woman with long, pink hair standing half in half out of the bedroom. She's breathless, her rippled eyes as wide as her excited grin.

"master! I don't want to interrupt," she fidgits slightly with a book, a different book, in her hands. "but like, I think we found one--!"

The Narrator's eyes widen. "Do you mean...?"

The girl nods, presents the book. "it's a story that's just getting started."

[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.

[leesbian42-rp]

[open rp]

A23421, a 6ft tall female cyborg who would have looked human enough if it weren't for her literally burning hair, hid deep underground in Gotham City. She'd arrived just a few weeks ago, slowly stealing what she'd need to reset the settings her Creator, Dr James Stone, had programmed in her. To remove the murder murder murder brING BACK TO STONE MURDER MU-

She had to get it out. A23421 wasn't yet sure what should be there instead, or if she would even be able to remove it the way she wished to, but she had to try.

....What was normal humans like again?

The patients she'd studied the years before bringing them to her Creator hadn't been murder machines like she was. Is. Was. Is. WAS. She would get rid of it.

The humans in this city weren't murder machines. At least not like she was before regaining her sentience three years ago. The humans still killed; the sounds of gunshots was nothing new, and she'd quickly figured the - what had the humans called it again? Oh right! - Crime Alley above her was living up to its name. But with Stone still out after her, his little perfect top secret spy, she needed to stay hidden. This seemed like the best place for it. He couldn't find her. No one could.

So.

Hide, reprogram herself and never EVER let her Creator get her back to that lab hellhole. She'll have to destroy him someday, like how he made her destroy others. But not now. Not when she was so newly free from his grasp. A plan was needed first, and for that she needed to reprogram herself.

(Would she need a... name ...too? A23421 was all she had ever been called, all she'd ever known...)

(No. Plan first, name later. Now let's see, what would she need...)

[recitedemise]

It doesn't need to be said (I am preaching to the choir), but after seeing a very bad faith interpretation of Gale nearly half a year after release, I am going to say it again regardless!

Gale is a victim, not a perpetrator. In his relationship with Mystra, he was preyed on and hurt, not Mystra. Yes, Mystra told Gale not to seek out the missing part of Weave that is a part of her, but Gale had no idea it was Karsite in nature and was not aware he was looking for something that was actively corrupt and dangerous until Act 3. Mystra did not inform him right out the gate. Gale may have went to seek it out despite her disapproval and erred and doomed himself for it, but Gale was also aiming solely to apologize for...wanting to be her equal. And I am saying it one more time: it is NOT Gale's fault for wanting to be on the same footing with his lover. No one wants to feel like they're looking UP at their lover, beneath them and not worthy of them. Gale was groomed. Gale was preyed on and eyed by Mystra since he was a young boy. He was her pupil, she, his mentor, and later, he became her lover. Of course Gale wants to feel equal to her. Of course Gale wants to be more. How could he not want to be more, to live up to his goddess that gave him an OUNCE of her attention? Lord forbid.

Gale is not some manipulator. How the idea that he, a mere mortal, could manipulate Mystra, a goddess, is truly beyond me—a goddess who told him to literally die to earn her forgiveness. While he may have had a more haughty personality in EA and was originally supposed to have tried to usurp Mystra in CONCEPT, a lot and a considerable lot has changed upon release. Gale is remarkably human. He is remarkably honest. He is so bare, so forward, and is practically the FIRST person to reveal to you everything you need to know about him among the party if you prove yourself trustworthy, which, let's be real, is a low bar (you save a child and he's impressed. Like. Truly. The bar is THAT low). Gale is arrogant, sure, but is also remarkably modest with his desires and has befuddlingly low self confidence and self worth. He does not try to manipulate Mystra or the player into anything. He's a dying man who honestly just wants to be told he's worthy of everything as just Gale DEKARIOS, not just as Gale of Waterdeep. He's ambitious because he has lived his whole life with the impression he's only worth something if he makes himself out to be something. There is no manipulation here, just a deeply wanting man who looks at 'the world is better FOR you' like it's worth more than all the riches in the world.

Gale may have his hang ups because he is well and truly traumatized, but that's because he's absolutely the victim in his situation. I get it. He's older. He's a grown man and Mystra talked so 'calmly' and didn't physically hurt him (even though she did turn a blind eye when Gale, you know, was afflicted with and living with a bomb in his chest), but that doesn't make Mystra any less the perpetrator of his traumas.

[widowshill]

"i don't like old movies/tv because the dialogue patterns/acting style/beauty/sets are so fake" do you hate fun, huh? you hate camp?