#oops! all typos

[hey-its-danny]

Heyyy we sent you an ask a while back and uhh thanks for letting me use your art as a faceclaim that was really cool of you 👍

If you don't want an unsolicited Alfendi rant thats fine deadass we're just hyperfixated on our own source (+ have no outlet) and uhh yeah we have kind of a unique perspective on the whole Alfendi thing since we literally have it as a sub-system in our own system (hi) but you know. We don't uh headcanon it in the same way for lack of a better term? To put a lot of medical nonsense out the way, for a system to be programmed in adulthood (like Alfendi was by Justin (i think that's what his name was idfk anymore)) they need to be predisposed to programming as a child. Basically this comes from a specific type of basically abuse in a way where the person would be in a semi-conscious state where the programming would take place (think how Al was in a coma as justin programmed him basically). Obviously Layton would NOT be out there doing that lets be honest but uhhh @/mystery-room did a fanart of Alfendi as a kid in the context of NWOS and lowk that was genius? Cause likeee if he was in America he could have been idk orphaned ir something and I've always thought his programming would be from a fucked up science experiment or something. Basically cause uh Hilda is an international policewoman or whatever her job was i then thought oh well what if she found Alfendi's old like experiment file and therefore thats how he finds out that system is muchhhhh bigger.

The thing abt programmed systems is that the host (Potty) would be made so he was unaware of the rest, but programming an extra host in would make the original host aware at least of that other alter. The thing abt Placid is that he's triggered to front to cover up the murder which is super typical of programmed systems because yk for example an alter would be programmed to uhh cover up abuse or something. Yeah it's insane, anyways LBMR is accurate and inaccurate at the same time, shits wildin

Anyways feel free to add on or whateverrr you could nuke this ask into next century if you don't wanna I get it. We're always down for discussion, but yeah you're cool, thanks again

hey, super cool of you to send me this btw. im down for alfendi discussion whenever!! i fuck heavily with your reading of his character (ofc keeping in mind that this is also a part of ur system), and yeah! ive seen their posts and im so crazy about nwos era alfendi (thats why i hc him as adopted as a teen, some point after nwos)!!!!

if youre down to hear my thoughts on it, i wish we had gotten a sequel game to establish his brother and also why he was such a nutjob before being brainwashed (joking ofc, but he was like. more intense. yknow. ofc you know we both played the game), as well as a dynamic between layton and al. It is kind of sticky when we start discussing the idea of childhood abuse beyond an abstract trauma from being an orphan, but i dont doubt that would be a suitable backdrop for either further abuse or even just a narrative foundation for explaining away the more intricate details of developing systems (as lbmr is prone to do lol).

Also, i think the idea of at least a hilda focused segment in a hypothetical sequel being used to explore potty's system would be kickass. im so here for that

anyways sorry for my rambling, i appreciate the ask and like. if you ever wanna talk lbmr feel free to dm me xoxo

[sfsolstice]

Anaïs Nin, in a letter to Henry Miller, d. March 26, 1932, from A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953

[harbingersglory]

hii could i req an soft dom arlecchino x sub/fem reader?? something w a really needy whiny reader n maybe like a mommy kink or thigh riding IDK tysm for ur time !

{☆} characters arlecchino {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader {☆} warnings 18+ content

"Slowly, doll. We're not in a rush." Arlecchino reprimands lightly, squeezing your hips with just enough force to keep you unmoving on her thigh– she was still being gentle, but the subtle warning in her tone spoke to how easily she could push you against the desk and turn you into such a mess that you couldn't even remember your own name..just that you were hers.

But the barest hint of stimulation from her slacks pressed against your throbbing cunt had you twitching, barely able to form words. All you could think about was the scorching, twisting need building in your stomach, desperation for relief slowly climbing until you'd think she was doing this on purpose to drive you mad.

"Please– 'm a good girl, right? I've been good.." You choked out, only to be met with the rough, husky laugh echoing in your ear that made you feel dizzy with a rush of need, her nails gliding along the skin of your hips as she pressed you down even more firmly– you couldn't see her face but it was easy to imagine the crooked smile twisting her lips at the way you inhaled sharply and tried to buck against her thigh.

"Shh. I know, doll. I've got you, just relax." She murmured in that sickly sweet tone that always had your knees buckling, the raspiness of her voice sending shivers down your spine. It was almost impossible to relax with her so close, the notes of metal lingering on her skin despite how well she presents herself– but you trusted her, despite how you know you shouldn't.

"There we go. Good girl." Arlecchino's grip on your hips loosened just enough for you to move if you so wished, and oh did it take every ounce of restraint to not do just that..she hadn't said you were allowed to, and you weren't about to spoil her good mood by being a brat. Not tonight, anyway. "Do you want to cum, doll?"

The fervent nod you offer in place of words draws a laugh from her lips, one that is almost mocking, making your face flush in embarrassment– but the sudden tap against your hip makes your mind go blank to the point you forget it all together, focused only on the feeling of her thigh rubbing against your cunt as you bucked against her thigh, the fabric slick and wet against your inner thighs. You'd have half the heart to be embarrassed about that, too, if not for the sudden brush of her thumb against your aching, neglected clit. Just that small touch has you speeding up your movements, practically drooling as you whimpered like a dog in heat.

"That's more like it, doll. Such a pretty girl." Arlecchino hummed, her other hand trailing up your stomach, between the valley of your breasts and ghosting across your throat before settling on grabbing your jaw in a firm, yet almost tender touch as she tilted your head to the side just enough for her to pull you into a burning kiss. It left you lightheaded, grinding down against her thigh as she claimed your mouth as her own, her thumb still ghosting over your clit sporadically.

She'd spent so long teasing you, constantly touching you but never where you needed her, that you already felt like you were going to snap like a wire. She must've been in a really good mood, then, when she pulled away from the kiss with an almost predatory lick of her lips, yet she settled on pressing kisses to your skin rather then the usual sharp bite of her teeth as they sunk into the curve of your shoulder.

"Are you close? Go on. I want to see your face when you cum– you look the prettiest when you finally break apart, doll." Arlecchino mused idly– as if she wasn't talking to you while you continued to rub your aching cunt against her thigh, chasing your own release through shaky, strained breaths. Her thumb swiped over your lips, brushing strands of hair stuck to your skin from your face– at the same time as she swiped her thumb more firmly against your clit, creating a vicious contrast that had you both melting at the barest hint of almost softness from her and the touch of her hand between your legs, dragging you into an orgasm that leaves you trembling and, had she not shoved her fingers into your mouth, screaming, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.

"All done, little doll. Take it easy." She murmured, voice so quiet you almost didn't hear it, thumb swiping across your cheek to wipe away the stray tear, her hands pulling away to settle on your sides. "You did well– good girl. Let me take it from here."

[m4ruk4ts]

-throws these and runs away-

[aftgscenes]

I wrote a little thing about how I think Kevin finding out about jeans SA would go- it’s really short and jumps right in but one day I might be brave enough to work it into a full fic

Anyways here’s this for now

“No, Riko he- he didn’t- he wouldn’t”

“Naivety doesn’t suit you, day”

Kevin took a moment to let it sink in

“When?” It came out barely a whisper and a demand all at once

“When he found out I was in love with you.” Jean said cold and uninterested, as if it was just a simple fact of life, and not the confession Kevin knew it was.

He went still, hand an inch away from where he was going to grab jean

“He thought I would lose interest if he “gave me what I wanted”” Jean continued “he was right”

“I didn’t kno-“

“Doesn’t matter anyways” Jean cut him off as he turned towards the door, and started to leave. He was ready for this conversation to be over. It should have never happened in the first place.

“Wait!” Kevin barked out

then a few moments later “please”

Jean stopped dead in his tracks and obediently turned around before he could stop himself.

Kevin took a few steps closer and held out his hand again, a silent plea for jeans own, and a clear order for Jean to close the gap.

It took all of Jeans restraint not to reach out but he couldn’t stop the air that escaped his lungs, almost a laugh, though it was too broken to fool anyone.

“You claim ignorance then say things like that, knowing I would do anything you asked.” The accusation hit Kevin hard enough that his hand fell to his side and he took a few steps back. “Im done Kevin, I won’t do this to myself anymore. Goodbye.”

[typosandtea]

gripping you by the shoulders. I have Got to know who Murphy, Tango, and Nathan consider to be their best friends. (From the Secret OCs ask or whatever it’s called i can’t go back and check because i’m on mobile)

Thanks for the ask Charlie!,!! It’s been so great yelling about ocs with you !!!!

From the secret oc asks here @charliesvarietyhour

2) Who's your OCs best friend? How did they become best friends?

Murphy:

Has all kinds of anxiety and believes she doesn’t deserve friends. Is closest with post bb Danse and also Nick. She and Danse become friends after MONTHS of her being a knight with Danse as her assigned observer mentor and they both kinda realised at approximately the same time that oh wait I actually like hanging out with you hmm. (This complicates things.. not that Murphy has knowledge on that, the bos is up to some very shady things in 111mutant timeline, so normal bos behaviour haha..ha.. :/ ). Nick and her bonded throughout approximately normal fallout 4 early game stuff, though he deffiently doesn’t approve of her joining the bos, cause why are they making an exception to their no mutants rule just for you Murphy? (A matter of argument for a while, Murphy is a bit of an idiot)

Nathan:

Postwar Nathan is barely lucid most of the time, but he has been forging a tentative i-won’t-kill-you-on-sight bond with a young mirelurk king. Very much a documentary moment of two predators ignoring each other at the same kill, progressing to eventually hunting together.. as close friends as irradiated monsters can be.. prewar Nathan would say Murphy, cause he was a big romantic sap. But his closest friend otherwise was a fellow mechanic from the secret power armour prototyping days, it’s hard not to make friends when you’re all stuck in the same building on a little island working together! He has forgotten all but the feeling of friendship and the man’s snorting laughter.

Tango:

Aside from Bones, who is long since dead :(, Tango hasn’t really made any positive connections until stumbling upon Preston and gang yeaarrrrrrsss later. Tango can count on one hand the number of people they would even consider a friend. While they like Preston and a few of the other minutemen/companions, Curie has been working her way in their metaphorical heart since the moment they met her as a miss nanny in the vault! (I’ve got more on Bones planned for Falloutober!, it’s going to be very oc heavy this year :] ) (since the phrasing on this is a bit weird: Tango is aroace, ain’t no romance here)

Ages ago and out west more, Tango and Barnabas (Bones) became friends after they kept meeting while scavenging for tech and escaping subsequent dangerous situations together haha. Eventually decided it was beneficial to work together. Had a great thing going for a few years til *Falloutober spoilers*

[aflippedflop]

It's been a while. Huh?

[kvetchinglyneurotic]

I just wanted to pop in and tell you again how much I adored The Hedgehog’s Dilemma and Flightless Birds. Truly they are two of my favorite fics to come out of this fandom. I’m so excited for everything else you’re working on and I just know they’re going to pleasantly destroy me <3

That said, consider this an open invitation to share anything you might want to share! General thoughts, fic ideas you’re working on or not working on, writing snippets, or even how end of semester grading is faring- whatever you want!

Thank you!! It’s still amazing to me that something I’ve written is favourite fic-worthy, especially when there’s so many talented writers in the fandom. As for the end of semester marking: I'm at paper 50/101 and answering this ask to procrastinate before I start my marking for the day. Because the papers are all answering the same prompt and it's making me feel a bit like I'm stuck in a time loop, here's a snippet from Wrong Answers Only from Ted's first day in the time loop, before he realizes it's a time loop — from his perspective, he's just invited Jamie back and is expecting him at Nelson Road, but from Jamie's, they haven't met up yet.

Out in the hall, he opened his call history, but the glitch that was affecting the rest of his phone had got to that and his messages, too. By the time he’d located him between Martin Tanner (one of the boys from his third season coaching) and Laura Taylor (a uni friend who’d gone on to be a surgeon), Ted had wandered his way to the empty weight room and sat on the bench. The ringtone echoed tinnily through the empty space as he waited — one ring, two, three, and then the call connected a second before it dropped. “Coach?” “Hey, Jamie, where are you, bud?” “At— at the studio, you know. ‘Bout to go on Holly and Phil,” Jamie said. He sounded a little quiet, uncertain, same as he’d been at the bar the other day. “They’re, you know. Doing my hair and all. Gotta look fit.” “You gotta do that twice?” Ted asked. A long pause. “No, I— I dunno what you mean, coach.” “Well, you were just on a couple’ve days ago, weren’t you?” Ted said. “No,” Jamie repeated. Ted scrubbed his free hand over his face, filled with a sudden rush of exasperation — he’d really thought Jamie had left all this behind him, the poking and prodding and pushing back against everything Ted said for no other reason than he could. “C’mon, man, I really thought we were getting somewhere.” “You’re the one that sent me back,” Jamie said, sharp. “You think I wanted to go back to City? You saw what my—” he cut off in a choked breath. “I was trying, coach. Why’d you send me away?” Ted’s fingers trembled. He scrubbed them viciously against the fabric of his pants, but when he spoke, his voice came out steady. “Jamie, I invited you back.” “Why’re you still playing mind games?” Jamie asked, plaintive. It was a strange sound on him, and not one Ted was sure he liked. “You won. Just leave me alone. Please, just leave me alone.” And then he hung up.

[rayniscatstatue]

No but end of Stellarlune was hitting it with Sokeefitz

Like obviously Sophie and Keefe are now together by the end of Stellarlune, that’s a given after chapter 42. But then also Fitz had communicated with Keefe to be sure that Keefe was safe. After that he let Sophie know that Keefe was safe so Sophie wasn’t stressed out. Fitz doing this all knowing full well that Sophie and Keefe had kissed. Also before that Keefe decided to go to Elysian to make sure Sophie was safe. Sophie decided for Fitz to go to Elysian because she trusts him still after everything. Like the three of them are making sure the others are safe

The obvious love triangle solution is for Sophie and Keefe to sit Fitz down and tell him that they both like him. Then they all hug it out and everyone is happy including me

[depravedangelbaby]

okay I am. a lot drunker than I expected to be so u all should send me gross asks <3

[eyesontheskyline]

someone else's solid ground (ch 1/2).

Read here on ao3.

Rating: E

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply (but brief, non-graphic mentions of canon violence)

Relationships: Emily Prentiss/Aaron Hotchner

Summary: Post-Scratch, Hotch surprises Emily. Set somewhere during 13.01, after the warehouse and before the funeral. (Feelings, conversations and sex.)

Excerpt:

She looks down at her hand then back up at his face, and her eyes are curious, questioning, concentrating on reading his reaction like he’s written in a language she has to work at understanding. She draws an arc with her thumb once, twice, and a warm, tingling sensation sparks to life under her palm and spreads outward.

There’s been attraction there for years, ebbing and flowing between the two of them like something tidal, but they’ve never let themselves get anywhere near this edge before. And now he’s not her boss, and she’s not going back to London in a few hours, and as Rossi repeatedly and unsubtly pointed out on the way over here, they’re both single. Every reason he’s never let himself imagine kissing her is gone, and her lips are inches from his, and suddenly he can’t think about anything else.

[cargopantsprentiss]

I don’t really care about Reid (I know I know) but the JJ and Reid storyline is also so damn offensive to him. Like, when he tells his mom he doesn’t know how to be without imagining a future with JJ that is SO disingenuous to him as a character. He is so much more than some stupid crush?

Like, the thing I really struggle with with this stupid show is the way the writers can’t seem to grasp romantic relationships, and their correlation with their characters, quite right. For a show that’s characters - and writers - are mostly in their 30s from even the first season… a lot of the way romance is written on this show is so juvenile.

The fact that it gets worse in the last seasons - where these characters are in their 40s+ - is actually so embarrassing. You have Prentiss who has never shown any interest in dating anyone suddenly going all moon eyed over the first guy she meets who she has anything in common with. You have the one character who has maintained a serious, grown up relationship for the majority of the show, suddenly admitting she’s in love with another character, and oh let’s have a whole episode where they talk about that as if we’re in high school still. Let’s have that take precedence over her dealing with any trauma or consequences of getting shot.

Kristy and Matt are wonderful and I have no real criticism of them. Garcia and Alvez’ flirting is actually in fitting with both their characters, but how they handled that in Evolution? Character assassination.

Let’s not even get started on Tara and Rebecca.

It’s just infuriating, regardless of who you ship or don’t ship, to see these characters have their maturity and intelligence stripped away for the sake of… what? A plot twist? An attempt to get people talking? I don’t want and have never wanted any of my ships on this show to become canon. That’s never been the issue. I just want to see the characters respected.

The fact that the only way they try to humanise these characters is through who they do or don’t bone, when all of them have layers of trauma that they could be digging through instead… it’s just infuriating (:

[fisherman-fight]

whats the weirdest submission you've gotten so far

so far: the boy from the dreamworks logo, dads worldwide, every single person on the cast of the deadliest catch, THE TORNADO FROM SHARKNADO, and "the weatherman" from "that sea shanty tiktok"

(if you submitted one of these, i want you to know that i love them all and i am so glad i got to read someone's case for why the tornado is a fisherman)

[konstantya]

Turns out proof-reading a full 85K-word book takes a lot longer than proof-reading a 5K-word fanfic, who knew? 🙃

[a-very-fond-farewell]

<.<

[cokowiii]

I wanna yeet Cali and see how far he'll go

Skip then across a river like a pebble. Be the funniest shit ever lol