#ooc: oh. here we go...

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Had to explain to a friend today that No Really I Swear Magneto And Professor X Are Friends And Like Each Other Thats Canon And Real

[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!

[irl-batsignal]

Я ₦klolʇɿɐʌ nlェ ʎʌɿwʇ ʇlwʌ hl olwʇ.

@l1m1n4ls

LIMINALS?!?!

[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

[afraidofchange]

ah, I love waking up with a nice cup of coffee and American silence.

[mushroompollution]

Part 1: Bargaining

Finally, the day of negotiations had come.

Leo had suggested meeting in Reim Lunettes' office, an offer which had been met with surprise. This was an unofficial conversation, without the knowledge or approval of Pandora's other directors. Leo and his compatriots wouldn't be able to stroll right in through the front door and halls of the organization.

And they wouldn't need to. Leo still had the coordinates saved from the tea party and his attempts to snoop around for any information on Humpty Dumpty so long ago.

And so, at the appointed time, Leo appears in a flash and a burst of black feathers, a dramatic touch meant to mislead the reality of his teleporting trick. With him are Vincent, Echo, and Lottie, who had asked to come along after revealing her previous interactions with the Mad Hatter.

Waiting for them are Sharon, Break, Oz, Alice, and Gilbert. Elliot had been excluded, with Break declaring him too biased and too emotional, and Leo concerned for his safety.

As expected, the Baskervilles immediately find themselves caught inside a magic binding circle drawn upon the floor. "no hard feelings, it's an understandable precaution," Leo chirps. Not that it would matter. Though the circle froze their feet in place and prevented them from using their Chains, it couldn't account for the otherworldly technology in Leo's pocket should they need to escape.

Despite the unwelcome greeting, their meeting goes well.... For the most part.

Break admits for the first time what the Will of the Abyss's wish actually was: to be destroyed. Both parties begin to realize their goals are in alliance.

So why are they enemies?

They agree to work together, instead of fighting each other. No one quite notices the way Vincent's eyes narrow at Break in disgust.

The Sealing Stone is a matter of contention, however. Leo's desire for peace and clearing his clan's name come off earnest enough. But when pressed about the Baskervilles' mission, their reluctant leader has few answers.

How do you plan to actually kill the Will of the Abyss?

Or even reach her chambers, at the very bottom of the Abyss?

Was the Tragedy a consequence of the previous Glen's attempts to do the same?

Will it happen again?

Are his intentions as pure as his vessel's?

Questions all met with one common answer,

"i won't know until the Stone is broken and i can ask him plainly."

"do we have to ask him?" Oz wonders. "between all of us, we should be able to do it on our own, right?"

"If the Tragedy was caused by his last attempt, then he'll probably know how to prevent it from happening again," Lottie argues. "Don't you feel like something is coming? Like we don't have time to waste with trial and error and experiments, when we could just consult him instead?"

Leo tries to assure them he believes he'll retain his own personality. But he can't promise it. And for Break and Oz, that seems to be an issue. Leo spills his theories that the Tragedy wasn't the vicious plot the lone survivor had described.

"that's why we need to break the Stone and learn the truth from the memories of the so-called mastermind himself," Leo presses.

"But those are just theories," Break maintains.

"And why would Jack lie?" Oz asks.

"but that means putting the world in danger if you're wrong," Oz argues. "besides, Jack promised to show me the truth himself. even if I... really don't want to see that ever again......"

"and i'm offering to witness those atrocities myself in order to understand them," Leo asserts, those starry eyes fixed on the blond with an intense stare.

The debate draws on and on, both sides making their points. Finally, Break calls them all to silence just as tensions seem to flare.

Whether they break the Stone or not can be settled in their next meeting. After all, they still need to decide what to do about Pandora.

As important as he is, Break is not the sole voice of the organization. Their mission would go against all of Pandora's goals. It's why he had kept the truth from even Sharon and Reim for so long, worried he would be killed if his true intentions got out.

That said, with all this new information, he's confident he and Sharon can sway Duchess Rainsworth. "But that Idiot Hair Barma is a wild card." Leo and Vincent share a glance at that. Oz easily offers to convince his uncle.

But they won't likely be able to overrule Pandora's directors without a completely unanimous vote from the Dukedoms.

And Vanessa... "well, she's never really liked me," Leo admits. "if i can bring Elliot in, he might be able to change her mind, but i know she still blames me for everything that happened."

It's a start, at least. Break and Sharon agree to meet the Duchess as soon as possible. She'll know what to do, whether to proceed on their own or handle things through proper channels.

They can meet again tomorrow to decide the next step.

In the meantime, however, their conference is adjourned, and everyone begins to go their separate ways.

Break and Sharon stay behind inside the office to discuss. Leo sends Lottie to the others lurking nearby, then he and Vincent meet Oz and his friends outside the organization's headquarters. It's been so long since Leo's seen any of them. Maybe they can meet Elliot and get some lunch. As friends, not just enemies under ceasefire.

Gilbert and Vincent walk on ahead, speaking casually for the first time in what must be years. Gilbert apologizes for assuming the worst about his brother. Though the words turn his stomach, Vincent just smiles and assures him, "I did it for you though, brother.���"

Alice runs off in the direction of a nearby food truck, following the smell of delicious meat.

Oz hangs back with him as Leo takes a moment to text Elliot.

"it's nice to think we might actually be able to resolve things without fighting for once," Oz remarks.

Leo smiles in agreement. "see, i told the others i wouldn't have to kill you," he giggles playfully. Oz's laugh isn't quite as comfortable. "i want to believe things are going to be okay. that even after i'm fully Glen, we'll still be able to work together. i don't want any more suffering, for any of us."

"yeah. I'd like that too," Oz agrees. A brief, content silence falls between them as Leo taps a message on his phone. A crisp, late winter breeze blows through the plaza, grey clouds rolling in overhead.

And then Oz offers a handshake.

Leo smiles, reaching out to return the gesture.

But their hands never meet.

There's the sound of metal as a sharpened chain flies through the air from the shadows.

A sickening burst of blood.

And suddenly, everything falls apart.

[quackity1999]

Dear A. Quackity,

So, uh, I was just thinking about how we haven’t really talked in a while, and I figured I’d check in. Y’know, make sure you’re not off somewhere doing something dumb—well, dumber than usual. Not that I think you would be. Or, well, I mean, maybe you would, but like, in an endearing way? Never mind.

Anyway. How’ve you been? Still well? Still avoiding people you don't like? Still doing that thing where you pretend you’re totally fine when you’re obviously not? Not that I’m accusing you of anything. Just saying.

I was thinking we should, like, get lunch or something. No big deal, just—y’know, eat food, talk, maybe catch each other up a little bit for old times’ sake. My treat, of course.

So, uh, let me know. Or don’t, but that’d be kinda rude, and I’ll probably just bug you again if you ignore me. <3

Hope you’re doing alright, bruh.

— N. Sapnap 🌀🔥

[ the letter comes an two entire weeks later. ]

sapnap,

never thought i'd get the time to finish a response. haha. been super busy with las nevadas, since this place has been flourishing lately. good drinks, good food, good money. plenty of business, i guess.

wherever you want us to meet, keep it between us only. don't make the mistake of telling anyone who shouldn't be made aware.

and i'm not coming back to kinoko. so. keep that in mind. hope you aren't still pissy about it.

ps: no tienes que señalar lo que está mal aquí. los dos lo sabemos.

— president quackity, of las nevadas.

[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.

[deus-ex-mona]

i miss her…

[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.

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