#pen of all tiiiime

[c-kiddo]

^ hugs from ur gf and your friend The Creature

(pen drawings to appease the autism bc im so busy handing in work but also relistening to cr2 (ep72 and 73 and that whole arc) and i want to draw them so bad . explosion sound)

[lesbianpikachu]

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[beyondthesefourwalls]

PARTY TIIIIME! 🎉

Rooster. Smut. Flight Suit. “I’d like to see you try.” 😉🤤

First entry of the party and it can barely be considered a blurb because of how long it is, just for you Mak! 💜

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Warnings: language, smut, kind of dom!Bradley and a brat reader.

Locker Room Delights You were smirking from your seat across from him, twirling that stupid purple ink pen you always used. You were the cause for the laughter ringing out throughout the classroom, and it was at his expense. You just couldn’t keep your damn mouth shut. 

Even after Cyclone managed to reign everyone in and continue with the lesson, Bradley couldn’t focus on what the older man was saying. He could feel the anger coursing through him, simmering hot under his skin. When they were all finally dismissed, he was the first one out of his seat, intent on getting the fuck away from you, only to be stopped when the admiral called his name out. You snickered as you walked by him and out of the room, checking your shoulder into his arm, and he heard his jaw click from how tightly he was gritting his teeth. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, turning back to face his superior officer for the lecture he knew he was about to receive. 

It was almost thirty minutes later that he was finally making his way to the locker room. They would be cleared out by now, so at least he’d have some peace and quiet while he showered and washed away the absolute bullshit that was the end of his day. But those hopes and dreams were crushed when you walked out of the women’s locker room right before he opened the door to his own. Your eyes landed on him immediately and his scowl deepened. 

“Well look who we have here,” you mocked, sauntering toward him. You were fresh faced and your hair was still wet from your shower. You looked so much softer like this, and for some reason, it made him even angrier at you, because he knew better than anyone what a damn brat you were.

“For the love of God, shut your mouth,” he said, groaning when you stepped in his path. 

“Or what?” you challenged. 

“Or I’ll shut it for you,” he snapped. A slow smirk crept its way onto your face and one perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised. 

“Oh, sweetheart, I’d like to see you try.” 

It was like something snapped inside of him. He gripped your arm tightly, hauling you into the empty men’s locker room. You were barely able to get out a surprised gasp before he was slamming you back into the metal, his lips crushed to yours. Your fingers fumbled with the closure on his flight suit, tugging the zipper down clumsily. He didn’t waste time with taking it all the way off. The rough material sat at his hips as he tugged your loose athletic shorts and cotton panties to the side and slid into you. 

Your gasp turned into a moan and, just like he figured it would, the fight left your body as he claimed yours with his own. He gripped your ass in his hands even after you wrapped your legs around him. He hoped there would be fingerprints leftover that you would feel for days. 

“You’re such a fucking brat,” he hissed. You clenched around him tightly and he knew the top of his flight suit snug at his hips would be damp before this was all over; he could feel some of your wetness against his pelvic bone as he held you against the lockers and slammed into you. You were soaking wet and he knew it was because you got off on riling him up like you had today.

“Nothing to say now?” he challenged. You opened your mouth right as he shifted his hips slightly and thrusted hard, hitting that spot inside of you that always had you seeing stars. Nothing more than a loud moan escaped your mouth as your eyes rolled back, and now Bradley was the one smirking. “I didn’t think so.”

Even as he taunted you, though, he couldn’t deny that you weren’t the only one affected by your actions today. He could feel his orgasm building and knew he was close to losing it. But he would never live it down if he came before you. 

Pressing you harder into the old gray metal supporting your back, Bradley slid one hand between your bodies. He rubbed the patch of skin right above where you were the most sensitive and you whined. He swallowed the sound eagerly with a kiss, and victory tasted so, so sweet. You moaned against his mouth, trying to shift so his hand would slide lower. 

He pulled away and t’sked you mockingly, shaking his head. You whined louder and his smirk grew. You knew what he wanted. 

If you wanted to run your mouth all day, he’d make you do it now.

Between breathy gasps you finally managed a pitiful, “please.”  

“That’a girl,” he praised. He pressed firmly against your bundle of nerves and that was all it took for you to crash over the edge. Your pussy clenched so tightly around his cock that he was following behind you in two more quick, hard thrusts. His name reached his ears in a broken moan as he filled you. 

It took a few minutes to recover, both of you breathing harshly. He pulled out of you gently and watched some of his cum slip out of you and pool in the creases of the bunched suit around his hips. He knew the stain would be a bitch to get out later, but he couldn’t bring himself to care all that much. The tension he had felt under his skin all day had reduced to a pleasant hum as you loosened the grip your legs had around him and he set you gently back to your feet. 

Before you could move to clean yourself up, he pulled your underwear and baggy shorts back into place. Your eyes fluttered shut briefly and a smirk pulled at his lips again; you’d be sitting with his cum seeping out of you the whole drive home. 

“See you at the house?” he asked softly. He tucked a piece of your still wet hair behind your ear and placed a kiss on your damp forehead.  

You hummed in response, toying with the gold wedding band he always kept on the chain around his neck when the two of you were at work. “See you at home.” 

word count: 1057

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[sp4ce-inv4der]

>>The bar isn’t open right now.

>>Bug is sitting in her living room, writing in a cutesy looking journal. A diary, even.

“I don’t know why he likes me”

>>She’s writing in a few different colors of pen.

“The circus people are so nice!! Aaaaaa I wish I could just explore all of it!!! >w<“

“I don’t want people to see me.”

>>She keeps scribbling things out.

“I think I’m gonna try pink today :3”

“I want to dress in blue.”

>>none of this sounds right.

“A bartender has to be responsible, Yunno!!”

“I need to stop drinking my own stock.”

>>none of it sounds like something she’d think.

“I hate when it’s quiet. It wastes tiiiime.”

>>why would she say something like that?

“I don’t like loud noises.”

>>but when she really thinks about it

“I want to meet EVERYBODY :D”

>>she doesn’t know what she really thinks.

“Leave me alone.”

>>she doesn’t know who she is.

“My voice is super high pitched…cute, huh?”

>>just what other people want.

“I need to speak up more.”

>>and as long as everybody loves her, it’s okay.

[hqmillioncorn]

Girls take initiative! ( For true love they believe in!)

Babycorn made her way down the hall, Cherrypit walking right behind her. When Cherrypit caught sight of Pancake and Linnet his eyes lit up, he tugged on Babycorn's dress. "Huh?" Babycorn looked down, "What's up Cherry?" Cherrypit waddled ahead and Babycorn watched as he talked to both girls for a brief moment then he waddled back. "Bebe like Butter?" Cherrypit asked almost as if someone had asked him to ask that. What a weird question. "Of course I like butter." It went great on bread. Babycorn didn't notice both girls giggling to themselves as they ran off.

Lalapril 4/6: Mark Starring : @windupnamazu's Pancake and Cinnamon . Pancake asks Cinnamon to review her writing

“Cinnamon!!!”

Cinnamon turned onto her side, ignoring the very loud yell calling for her. It was her afternoon nap and she didn’t want to be disturbed just yet. Especially not after such a hectic morning. Having spent a large majority of it flying away from Cherrypit who decided he wanted to chase her around for fun.

It really was a curse to be so irresistibly shiny sometimes….

“Cinnamooooon! Wake up!!” 

Cinnamon knew that was Pancake’s voice calling her name. If she was lucky then maybe she would decide to pester her some other time.

“Cinnamooooon! I know you’re awake!!” 

Cinnamon felt Pancake poking her hammock, it rocked her from side to side, sort of having the opposite effect that Pancake intended for it to have. After hearing Cinnamon let out a loud snore Pancake quickly realized her mistake and instead just decided to skip a couple of steps, grabbing Cinnamon by her wings. 

Cinnamon yelped out loud and her eyes flew open. “Hey! Come on now-! That's not fair!” She flapped her wings and Pancake quickly let her go. Cinnamon flew back down onto her designated drawer and crossed her arms, she tapped her foot impatiently. 

“I know that stuff was okay when you were little but now…” 

Who was she kidding? Even with all the complaining Cinnamon did, she really didn't mind, deep down. It was a good thing she was used to it by now. Except for the dress-up games. Cinnamon would trade all the nap times in the world for that to stop. 

Pancake was rhythmically tapping the top of the drawer in anticipation, “Cinnaaamoooon~! My favorite fairy ever in the woooorld! Can I ask you a favooor?” She blinked her eyes repeatedly and brought her hands together, making sure to emphasize just how cute and squishy her face was.

Lunya, whether she meant to or not, had taught her well. 

Cinnamon knew exactly what was happening. She narrowed her eyes in suspicion but Pancake’s eyes just kept glittering at her. She was playing right into her hands and she couldn’t do a damn thing about it. 

“Fine! Fine! Fricking fine!” Cinnamon shrugged, “What the hells do you want?” 

Once Pancake recognized Cinnamon’s bell jingles of resignation she jumped back with a loud squeeee!!!!!! “Yippee!! Really?! Hooray!!” Pancake hopped around in place and cheered to herself. “It’s gonna be really quick Cinnamon! I just need your thoughts on something!” As quickly as she could, Pancake twirled on her heel and ran out of their room, “I’ll be right back! Right right back!!” 

Cinnamon sat down and pouted. “Sure. Take your tiiiime!” She waved her sleeve covered arm at the door that Pancake had danced out of.

As luck would have it Butter was out today on an ‘Important Errand.’  

Which considering that by complete coincidence that Babycorn was also out meant that Butter wouldn’t be back anything soon. So there was a zero chance of him saving her from whatever Cinnamon wanted her to do. 

Hopefully it wasn’t another mission of stealing something from Lunya. 

If there was anyone that Cinnamon didn’t want to get on the bad side of, it was Lunya Lanya. 

Pancake came running back holding a large stack of papers in her hands and a red pen in her mouth. “Mpphmhphpmhhpp!!” She excitedly explained. Pancake dropped the stack of papers on the desk. The force of the impact was enough to make Cinnamon air-bound for a few seconds.

Cinnamon looked up at Pancake. “Um, Pancake? Sweetie…you sorta…” She gestured her large sleeves to her mouth to try and at least signal to Pancake that she couldn’t understand her. 

“Mpphmh?” Pancake had run across the room to grab a desk chair and carried over to where Cinnamon was. She sat down and grabbed the pen from her mouth. “Okay! Okay! Okay!” Pancake was practically bouncing from her seat as she grabbed a piece of paper from the stack. “I’m gonna read you something and you need to tell me if you like it Cinnamon!”

“Oh…kay?” Was that it?

Pancake cleared her throat and began reading. 

“Once upon a time there was a small village that was in the middle of the forest. The forest was big and dangerous and very very filled with monsters. Monsters that really liked to attack the people living in the village and the people that even got near the village. Because the kingdom of the village belonged to was taken over by an evil empire they were getting no help!”

Cinnamon flew up and took a seat on her custom sized hammock. It sounded like this was going to take a while. 

“So then the village put together its own people to fight the monsters instead! The super cool and very cute Pancake was going to be apart of it! The leader of the monster hunters was Lunya too! There were a bunch of strong and cool people that were apart of it! This was the way they could fight and keep themselves safe!”

So far Cinnamon didn’t know why she was here. Pancake had asked her for her ‘thoughts’ as she put it but what thoughts could she even offer if they couldn’t really communicate with each other. 

Was she just supposed to wave her arms at Pancake if she didn’t like something?

“Butter lived with Pancake (that’s me!!!! :D) in a house in the village. They had parents and they had their own restaurant and Butter loved his sister and cheered her on as she protected the village. One day a lot of monsters suddenly attacked the village! The brave and very cool Pancake defeated as many as she could but even she could not defeat them all! While Cinnamon was fighting outside her brother Butter stayed to defend their home.”

Cinnamon didn’t know whether to wiggle her arms in the air or not. She knew in her little fairy cookie heart that Butter would go out and fight alongside Pancake if this whole thing was real and not just an imaginary scenario in Pancake’s head. 

Oh well, Pancake wasn’t going for realism anyway. Probably.

“Everything was going good but then Butter heard a loud noise outside his home! Butter grabbed a big spoon and went outside to investigate.”

Cinnamon furrowed her brow, “Why did he grab a big spoon?” I mean, sure Pancake said that they lived in a restaurant but surely a knife would have been a smarter decision then? 

Then again, Butter was the type of person to grab the wrong thing under stress. But it wasn’t something like this had happened before, so how could she really tell.

...Why was she overthinking this?

“When Butter stepped outside he saw a monster right in front of him! It was really scary! Butter tried to attack it but he saw that she was hurt! There was a cut on her tail that looked like it really hurt! Butter couldn’t just leave her like that so he went inside and got some stuff to help her. The monster was really confused at why Butter was helping her but she was glad that he was helping her.”

Cinnamon sighed, that did sound like something Butter would definitely do. No matter how much she would be yelling into his ear that it was a bad idea. 

“But then Butter remembered that the monster hunters were still outside and protecting the village. He decided to bring the monster inside she was just almost too big to hide but Butter decided to hide her in a shed that his family almost never used. He ran inside to grab a big blanket too. That was enough to protect her from the monster hunters.”

Cinnamon took the time that Pancake normally used to switch sheets of paper to stretch for a second. Her relaxing stretch was rudely interrupted when Pancake placed her elbows on the drawer, it made Cinnamon jump a little.

“That’s all I got written for now but let me tell you what my plan is for the rest!” Pancake very excitedly explained. 

Cinnamon waved her large sleeve to try and gesture for Pancake to continue. Having already accepted that she probably wouldn’t be going anymore anything soon. 

“Sooooo! I bet you already guessed who the monster that Butter saved iiiis~?”

Cinnamon looked confused. She actually never thought to ask about that. “Uh…Is it a really spiky cactuar?” she chimed. Cinnamon waited to see if Pancake would tell her if she was right or wrong but when that didn’t happen she tried her best to draw out a shape of a cactuar in the air using her sleeves.

Now Pancake was the one looking confused. Instead of trying to guess what Cinnamon was saying she decided to just go ahead and tell her. “Hehe…! You guessed right! It’s Babycoooorn! Of course its Babycorn! Duhduh!!” Pancake tapped the top of the drawer now more excited than ever. 

“Ah. Of course.” Cinnamon really should have seen this coming.

It made far too much sense, seeing as Pancake seemed to be the number one self-proclaimed fan of Butter marrying Babycorn one day. Everyday Pancake would start the morning by asking Butter if today was going to be the day he was going to ask Babycorn to be his girlfriend and then Butter would respond by simply saying’ maybe.’ 

Then when it was bedtime Pancake would ask if Butter was going to ask Babycorn out the next day and so on and so on…

Hell, Pancake had even begun periodically styling her hair to look almost exactly like Babycorn’s.  

“Babycorn is the coolest! She’s gonna be the coolest sister-in-law ever!!” Pancake cheered, “That’s why I’m writing this story for them!” 

“Sure Pancake.” Personally Cinnamon couldn’t see it happening if things kept going as they did. Either Butter would decide to grow a backbone or that Hildibrand guy would finally clue in that Babycorn desperately desired him. It could go either way. 

Of course her full support was in Butter’s corner, but there was only so much she and Pancake could do to have Butter confess his feelings. Then again, it looked like Pancake had been very hard at work on it. From cursing Hildibrand to arranging special dinners between the two, and now she was writing stories about them? Cinnamon had her work cut out for her. 

Pancake picked up another piece of paper and turned it to show Cinnamon. There was a drawing on it, a picture of Butter, Pancake, and something that resembled Babycorn. The pom on the head was a dead giveaway. “So then I think that Butter and Babycorn get to talking and know each other and they get less scared of the other! Cause you know Babycorn’s a monster in this so she’s scared of Butter too!” Pancake giggled to herself and stretched the paper in her hands.

“Oh that’s nice.” Dare Cinnamon even call it…cute???? 

“But then I find out that Butter has been hiding a monster in our house!!”

“Oh shit!” 

Pancake nodded solemnly. “Of course since I’m super nice and cool and cute I understand and I promise to protect Babycorn too! And Cherrypit! He’s here too and he’s really small and totally alive!” 

Cinnamon smiled, Babycorn would probably have liked to have heard that last part. 

At this point Pancake was now pacing from one side of the room to the other. “And then-! Then-! Me and Butter find out that Babycorn is actually the long lost princess of the kingdom that got taken over because the prince had managed to escape! And he fell in love with a monster!”

“Woah! No way!” Cinnamon fluttered into the air. “Then what happens?!”

Pancake had no idea what Cinnamon had asked but she looked surprised and that was to make her happy. “So then me and Butter and Babycorn and Cherrypit are gonna team up with everyone to defeat the evil kingdom and the scary monsters too! Everyones gonna help and also Butter and Babycorn fall in love and get married and I get to be a princess too and-! And-! And they have a lot of babies too!” 

“That’s…pretty fast!” 

Pancake bounced herself off of a wall, and just kept pacing around. “I haven’t worked out a lot of the stuff that happens yet but I do know that Babycorn and Butter get married and also I’m the flower girl cause Butter promised it to me when I was little. Remember?”

“Oh I remember.” There’s no way Cinnamon could ever forget the time that Pancake had asked the question right in front of Babycorn herself. She could have sworn that Butter would have died on the spot had Babycorn not been so….Babycorn. 

The energy inside Pancake had run its course and she had decided to just sit on the side of her bed. “So what do you think Cinnamon? I’ve been working really hard on it! I’ve mostly been writing it in my head but I started writing it down yesterday and I think it's really good so far but what do you think?” Pancake decided not to mention that the times she was writing it down in her head had mostly been during times when Sirius had been lecturing her about things.

Cinnamon struggled to find a way to answer. Simply saying ‘I love it!’ wouldn’t be enough since Pancake couldn’t understand a word of it. There had to be something else she could do. That’s when Cinnamon had a great idea. 

She flew almost right up to Pancake and gave her the biggest thumbs-up she could, even with her large sleeves it was crystal clear to Pancake what Cinnamon was saying.

“YAAAAAAAY!” Pancake cheered, jumping up and down. “I knew I did a good job!” She grabbed Cinnamon in both her hands and gave her a tight hug. “Thanks for the help Cinnamon! I knew I could count on you!” As Cinnamon tried to break out of the suffocating hug, at some point she decided it would be better just to go with it.

“You’re welcome!” Cinnamon jingled.

Pancake gently set the very dizzy fairy back down on her hammock. “You can go back to napping now!” She grabbed the stack of papers from the drawer and walked over to the door, forgetting the red pen that she hadn’t even used. “I’ll see you later! Don’t tell Butter about this cause it's gonna be a surprise!” 

Cinnamon gave Pancake another thumbs-up and Pancake giggled. 

As Pancake struggled to get the door open Cinnamon wondered if she should fly over to help. Thankfully Pancake managed to open the door with the power of balancing a stack of papers on her knee. Something she looked very proud of doing. 

“Aww. They grow up so fast…” Cinnamon said to herself. It felt like just yesterday she was helping Butter change Pancake’s diapers and now here she was writing fanfiction about her brother and this weird girl that lived with them. It almost brought a tear to her eye. 

That’s when Cinnamon realized one crucial thing. 

“Hey! Wait a minute! Where was I in that story?!”

Cinnamon flew to follow Pancake out the door, “Why can’t I be a cool monster hunter too?! Pancake?! Hey Pancake!!” Unfortunately Cinnamon’s jingles fell on deaf ears, as Pancake was already out and about, racing to find Linnet to tell her all about what she had written.

[mrcrowblargs]

Doing the thing, I booted up my manual End of Act 1 save and am redoing some shadowlands with Aldiirn.

It's good seeing his face again. One of Astarion's greetings for the time is "i missed that face" ME TOO BUD. Aldiirn's hair was originally brighter but I tweaked it to match the adjustments I did when the mirror first came out, aside from intense greys. Let that be a transformation stress thing. For now, luxurious white drow locks.

More act 2 screencaps and just a lot of rambling about Aldiirn's backstory below the cut

Aldiirn was already in drow armour when I loaded, what I was hoping for. Got the Phalar Aluve and Spider Lyre too. Originally I envisioned Aldiirn as having a background on the surface and seeking out things belonging to his drow heritage out of curiousity, but he's now an Underdark guy through and through. So I think the latter half of act 1 was more asserting that yeah, he's drow(ish), and he doesn't need to hide his pride from surface folk. Like in a "half-drow is what I am and not shameful" way not a "drow are superior" way. He would often be a face to surface folk for his merchant clan and use a "I'm just trying to overcome my evil heritage" persona to win trust among scrupulous surface folk and that's the persona he used when first meeting the party. Like damn, the tieflings and druids were vicious against drow, he didn't want that directed at him too.

I like to think Phalar Aluve was wielded by Vhaeraun's Chosen, Phalar, before Vhaeraun returned from whatever happened between him and Eilistraee. I know very little aside from skimming the wiki but it does seem like Eilistraee held onto Vhaeraun's powers for some time, so maybe Phalar served her and put the sword aside when Vhaeraun returned. The history I currently got penned for Aldiirn is that he was rescued from Lolth clergy by one of Vhaeraun's masked traitors and went on to serve Vhaeraun himself. Sooo finding a sword that belonged to his god's chosen and is incredibly flavourful for a bard? Auspicious AF for the little guy.

Vhaeraun does seem to be an evil god and all into drow superiority too yet the impression I get is that he's like a rebellious teenager sneaking out after curfew to stick it to his moms... but honestly I like that lmao. There's also that the clergy seem more like political activists and worship is pretty lax on rules, so I think it's totally possible to just focus on Vhaeraun's goals of empathy, equality, and rebellion against oppression without the worse stuff. But we still do a little thievery on the side. Aldiirn is not a shadowy sneaky guy himself but! he was support for the guys who are, and that lended to him being a perfect Bard-Rogue team with Astarion. >:)

anywho. Screencaps from the little bit I played tonight!

Commentary, honestly I forgot how oppressively dark the shadowlands is.

Sending little doggy to his doom because Astarion got him going all mean girl.

I like how if you don't have the Spider Lyre with you, you can just be all "uhhh hold on a sec I left the oven on" and go get it.

Drider tiiiime. Following the footsteps of the OG run, Aldiirn blended in with the Absolute caravan up until the Harper attack where he betrayed the cultists because he was just looking for a way through the dark and there was like ZERO guidance on the lift out of the Grymforge. This way, at least you get instructions.

[sleepyhollo]

Madness Combat character tiiiime I've worked on her a lil bit more now so I finally feel comfy introducing her! This is -----, though her nickname is "Angel" for... obvious reasons (plz excuse shit quality, art tablet pen broke so im stuck doing paper art and the lighting in here is ass) I do hope to polish these up in digital after I get a new pen for my birthday! This sketch will most likely have much more added to it if i do remember to do that. I've had her for around 2 years now, tweaking things on and off over that time, but all of her details both artwise and written may be subject to change!

Still figuring out tidbits of her lore but she's in summary a failed creation of Project Nexus, imperfect and unfinished. However she was originally human, though has absolutely no memory of who she might have been before. She very closely resembles something like a biblically accurate angel, with many eyes and wings that she can choose the amount of at any time. Her body is completely absent of any "parts", instead being covered in a soft layer of pure white fur, obscuring most distinctive features. The eyes that appear all over her have black sclera, with golden irises and pale pupils. She was literally created cuz I've wanted a character based off of BAA's for a few years but never could find somewhere that type of niche might fit. Until i discovered MadCom and just went "fuck it lets do this" Phobos intended her to be much more dangerous and violence driven than she is, but she ended up getting out before the entire process was finished, and is instead a very empathetic and peace-driven creature, never seen in a fight unless its to try and stop it. A reality that is very hard for her to exist with in Nevada. It did however earn her a very peculiar friend. The most peculiar in fact. Still figuring out how Tricky clicks with my style and how i want to draw him, but he's definitely my favourite Madness Combat character

agyshfb i hate my paper art I can't wait to get back to drawing with my tablet- She just a lil bean

[toriannotweakin]

its unfortunately and beautifully true when u gotta admit all i ever really really REALLY had since 2005 been God,Jesus,and my passion(s)..but so grateful cuz some of us dont even know when we have “that”

our connection to our spirituality/spirit world - a passion

our family/friends - a passion

LOVE - a passion

fun - a passion

tiiiime spent - a passion

something we cant live without and drives us to our greater purpose- a passion

*wait i forgot food* - food forsure a passion (among mad other shit we all casually enjoy, ESPECIALLY together, i was thinkin too fast my fault)

i could go on and on but the miracle is more of us have these in us than we realize but it would be amazingly spectacular to finally share dis feelin wit somebody fr for once but fuckin Jesus yo,,i’ll love what i love and try my best to fulfill da shit completely living inside me regardless, as we all should.

i wish i was being corny when i said what im finna say but istg i truly cant help it,, certain shit fr just live in me witout my control and i love creating more than words. i coulda gave up 9 years ago and just went and got certificates for a good job and i still have those options now but my passion; my calling, is honestly all that matters. lil square pieces of paper that been the reason behind ppl i know being murdered in da same cycle since i was 14 honestly dont impress me. i wanna love my life but even MORE than i already do rn. i know for a fact ppl think cuz i go through so much bs dat im probly “miserable” but istg lmaooo dat shit is nowhere near da case, bad days is bad days and really hard too and do make u wanna quit but get real lmfaooooo like, its not my fault ppl associate things/possessions/everything going right wit happiness and gratefulness. they’ll neva say dat but if u just assume somebody wit lesser than u going through a tough but necessary time is miserable dat says everything about them more than they words ever could. im grateful. not exactly contempt of course. i have fleeting happiness thank Jesus. and i do believe shit will get better. and it starts wit faith. it start wit kind hearted spirits who i do or “dont” know(i lowkey hate that term, i honestly in all foreal prefer havent met yet, idc). it starts wit the love i have for people. and appreciation. and admiration. adoration. so many people. ina weird way or not idc. it starts wit everytime i pick up a fuckin pen and BELIEVE cuz its really all i know since i was 15. frfr

[virmillion]

//ignore me, warning for long post ahead

future lab: it’s questions tiiiime!! get out ur pen and paper bitch we got a Book To Write

Do people have glasses in this universe? if so, who makes them? are they coveted or free? cool or frowned upon? can you sidestep the necessity with magic? do people think those that need glasses are smarter (like, they study so much their eyes go bad)? do glasses look the same as ours? are there contacts? bifocals? sunglasses? are they stylish and designer or purely functional? are they even called glasses? Maybe there are no glasses. would people with poor vision just be screwed? would they again be able to solve it with magic? do some people think repairing their vision is unnatural re: boomers against tattoos and multiple piercings? are there optometrists in this universe? is it a tough position to get? to keep? are there too many or not enough optometrists?

What’s the travel like? does everyone go everywhere on foot? horseback? alternative bikes? are there cars and buggies? landboats™️? do people go skiing in winter? snowboarding? skateboarding (not winter specific)? are there special Travel Songs to pass the time faster (re: the song that goes on forever, 99 bottles of [ale] on the wall)? can you pay extra money for a long distance piggy back ride?

What do people do for fun? do people read? draw? write? paint? sing? dance? are these coveted ‘“skills”’ or just things people Do? are some hobbies considered more uninteresting/unfulfilling than others? does cooking count as a hobby or a necessity? how does the outward appearance/physical task of doing these differ in this universe? is it an art form to draw in mud and sand because it’s impermanent?**

**i actually like this one, and once you hit culture, i would like if you would have a holiday around impermanence, or temporariness, or something like that, where the celebration is to Do Art in the sand and the dirt and the mud (perhaps scheduled for the day before what is expected to be the seventh rainfall of the year or something significant like that), and people do art in all different ways of all different things - you would need to work out if this carries across all races or is (for example) human-specific. i like worldwide better, because it’s easier, but that’s boring, so it might be cute if it’s just humans (shortest general lifespan, so of course they’ll be more aware of how temporary they are), and the other races don’t really get it or care because their time is less fleeting. you would then be able to have pascal adamant about celebrating it but NOT forcing it on the others (read: the pervasiveness of xmas on modern culture and media), and maybe jancaryn participates in a different way, and she and pascal explain it to the others, and while t and s don’t see the point, isaac (half elf half human) is down and willing to pay attention and learn for the sake of learning. the significance of What is drawn in the mud/sand/dirt can also come into play, like either they draw things that ARE temporary (money, food, objects basically) to remind themselves that it will all go away eventually, or things that are LESS temporary, more abstract and intangible (so loved ones, warm hearts and full tables, that sort of thing). i like the meaning behind the second one better, and obviously you’ll flesh it out more later, but it could be cute if they explain it to isaac while s and t are off on their own adventure (after making it abundantly clear that they aren’t disrespecting p and j’s culture by doing so), and then isaac draws all their faces super cartoony (think sok/ka drawing the gang in ava//tar, really poorly drawn), and pascal’s face just Lights On Fire, and jancaryn goes ‘honey no that’s, that’s not quite—never mind, you interpret it how you think best.’ obviously room to grow, things to fix up, but i really like this as a holiday. you do of course have to think up HOW this holiday came about, gained significance and notoriety, but the end result is really cute and endearing i think (make sure you aren’t belittling any existing religions or cultures in the process though)

how’s the food? what’s the significance of it? are there any dishes saved solely for celebrations/specific occasions? why? what are the common foods to each region/race? how do these clash, especially within the main squad? say jancaryn is vegetarian, would this butt up against, say, sixer’s ideals and core foods? is this a point of tension that whoever is involved has to work through? are there culture/race-specific foods that Taste Like Home? are there staple dishes for regions? does pascal miss out on this because of Obvious Reasons? does pascal get confused when eating a Human Celebration Staple because it tastes so familiar, and jancaryn has to gently explain to him the significance of the food to their culture? does this lead to jancaryn giving him a crash course in all things Human™️? does pascal try not to feel hurt/guilty that he doesn’t already know all these things? does he think he’s failing his own culture for the same reasons? does he try to avoid learning about his culture because Backstory Reasons, he doesn’t think he deserves to participate because he wasn’t raised as part of That Culture? does he hesitate to call it His Culture?

how do cultures in general clash among the squad? i mean, you’ve got a [tabaxi] ghost, two humans, a dragonborn, and a half elf, so obviously there’ll be some cultural differences, so how carefully do they need to step around each other? work out if there’s any history of conflict between, say, half elves and tabaxi, and whether that will become evident in their interactions - maybe the half elves were the antagonists, so isaac feels bad and is constantly deferring to tanra’s opinions and decisions, which annoys tanra to no end because they just want to move past it, or something like that - there’s a lot of ways to do this sort of conflict, but make sure you tread carefully, because there’s also a lot of ways to Mess Up this sort of conflict and come across as offensive

obviously humans need food water shelter air, but how does this change for the other races? what are their priorities? preferences? are any of them traditionally nocturnal? this is gonna be a little different in tanra’s case, but you should still work it out - even though they’re a ghost, habits are hard to break, so maybe they still instinctually look for a below ground cave or thicket of bushes when bunkering down for the night (for example, just broadly thinking of what a tabaxi might do). specifically, for tanra at least, you’re gonna want to figure out a [tabaxi]’s habits and preferences, then filter that through the lens of Technically Tanra Doesn’t Really Have To Worry About That Anymore

more on tanra, but ghosts are normally expected to have a way to Move On To The Next World or whatever in a lot of fiction. is tanra trying to move on? do they HAVE to? do they even want to? do they know that’s an option? do the others know it’s an option? if it is, what are the requirements? presumably it won’t be possible for them to Come Back to this plane once they move on, is everyone aware of that? since they’re functionally already dead, would them Moving On at the end be like a sort of character death? would that then be a mockery of a non-binary character? that is, pascal is trans and jancaryn is also non-binary and they’re both human, but does that make it okay to ‘kill off’ (so to speak) one of the main non-binary characters? the ratio left behind would be 1 trans dude, 1 non-binary girl, 1 [unstated] girl, and 1 [unstated] boy, but that’s still a Yikes to be killing a non-binary character - you could switch tanra to be Not non-binary, or maybe Everybody is non-cis, but this in general is a rough and rocky situation to deal with, so definitely get Multiple Trustworthy Opinions before you go around destroying everything (not to mention that like. you really don’t Have To have tanra move on. they could meet all the requirements and you build up to what should be a tearful goodbye and they’re like ‘wtf y’all i’m not moving on’ and everyone is just ‘??’ and tanra goes ‘my parents left me to die in a castle, everyone i know has presumably been dead for [thousands??] of years, i’m closer with you four than i ever was with any of them, so why would i go be permanently dead and unhappy over there when i can be kind of unalive not dead and considerably happy over here?’ situation. i don’t know. we’ll get there later, obviously it needs some work, but i kind of actually really like that chunk you just spat. so.)

sixer. my gORL. she doesn’t have enough exposition yet for obvious reasons but i feel lonely for her so sixer here’s a paragraph for u bb i lov u. work out the appearance and attitude. her motif is red, her season is fall, her whole deal is obviously fire, so does she like that or hate it? is it a stereotype to be a fiery dragonborn? does she try to rebel against it, try to immerse herself in water and get frustrated when it evaporates? what’s her deal with pascal and their kinda sorta antagonistic vibes with each other vis-a-vis the tavern scene in j’s town? is that an arc that needs to be resolved or just bad writing? an arc would be better, because you’ve kind of had her go stiff since finding out pascal is trans, but that’s bullshit because you deleted transphobia in this world (and pascal isn’t supposed to have told anyone besides isaac anyway so. go back and fix that lmao). maybe they butt up against each other just by virtue of their personalities, which i think you did really well demonstrating in the castle basement, like that whole scene just completely nailed their whole dynamic in one go which i LOVE. you need to do more of that, have them both kind of pushing back against each other, and at the beginning it’s maybe a little more on the antagonistic side, until it grows to a head and they’re forced to confront their issues with each other (and uh lab this is Your Job to figure out what those issues even are, especially before you go tying them in to this whole situation). from their it can be a sort of decrease down into still pushing back on each other, but now it’s more like friendly competition (and maybe more Serious Competition than isaac would prefer but at least they aren’t at each other’s throats anymore... much), so they’re making each other better in the process, and you still get to have that sort of clash between them the whole way through (this meaning that part of sixer’s arc and part of pascal’s arc coincide, since they both grow from and around this situation, so you NEED to make sure you resolve this if you end up including it)

[lily-is-writing]

Prompt #31 with Deadpool

“Stop biting that fucking lip” From this prompt list Requested by: Anon TW: Swearing  Word Count: 517

It was 2:00 am Wade was trying so hard, he wanted to let Y/N do whatever dumb paperwork they were doing for they job. But Y/N was so cute, their brows knotted in focus, their gaze on the sheet of paper, rolling their bottom lip between their teeth in what was probably an effort to concentrate. Wade tried to concentrate too, on anything else but how hot Y/N looked. The ceiling was boring, the magazine next to him was boring even the god damn TV was boring but Y/N... Y/N was intriguing, almost infuriatingly so. "Stop biting that fucking lip!" He says sharply, cutting through the silence that beforehand was only broken by the almost inaudible scrape of pen on paper. "W-what?" The person looked up from their work, taken aback. "Its hot, Y/N its so! fucking! hot! and its making it hard to leave you alone." Wade explained, using wild hand gestures. "I'm sorry, I will try to stop that, Wade." They say, looking back down. By the positioning of their hand on the page, Wade could see they would soon be done with the paperwork. He grinned, and waited

Soon, at 2:26 am Y/N was done and Wade raced over sliding to his knees to hug them around the waist from the floor. He sighed in comfort as he felt arms wrapped around him lovingly. Finally being able to properly interact with his partner without screwing their job put Wade in a wonderfully loving mood that made him want to hug them forever.

He picked them up, hoisting them over his shoulder. "Bed tiiiime." He melodically announced. He smiled to himself, hearing Y/N giggle like a child. He pulled back the blankets for them, laying them down and placing himself next to them. They nuzzled themselves into his side, placing a kiss on his cheek sweetly. "Hey Y/N." He prompted in an almost child-like manner "Sorry I interrupted your paperwork." Wade said, absent-mindedly drawing something on Y/N's back. Y/N had a hunch it was a unicorn but who knows, really.

"Don't worry about it, I finished pretty soon after. Sorry my lip biting got you so distracted from... what were you even doing?" They asked. "I was trying to watch Brady Bunch re-runs but somebody had to go be the hottest thing in existence." Wade said dramatically. This made Y/N chuckle. "Well excuse me for working." Y/N said, feigning shock and offense. "You're excused." The man smirked. "But you can't be excused from sleep, you have your normal people job tomorrow and your boss is an asshole." He began tucking Y/N in, placing kisses all over their face in a very successful effort to make them laugh again, with a job like Y/N's a loving, supportive, murderous partner is a blessing.  He had offered many times to 'deal' with their work mates and boss but Y/N, ever the morality of the relationship, said something along the lines of: 'No Wade, not all problems are solved with violence; plus if that dick gargling jerk is gonna die, I am gonna be the one to do it!'

Oh well, maybe one day he could convince them to change their mind

[aliceellablog]

I wish...

I wish I could have really enjoyed my single launch gig and not just focused on trying to get through it.

I wish I didn’t have to rest in bed for two weeks after performing for 45 minutes.

I wish I could follow my dream and put everything into it.

I wish I didn’t have M.E.

I know I sound like a right moany Mary, but it just sucks. So a few days before the gig I was feeling really rubbish, but had over 200 people on the guest list including industry, friends, family and fellow musicians, so by that time there was no real option but to power through and do it! Thank god for adrenaline!

I had to head into town for around 4pm for sound check, which went well, but that was basically singing the whole set through before the gig had even begun! Then I went to get my hair and makeup done (Thank you so much Harry and Katie!!) and by the time I got back to the venue it was 8pm, the support acts were on, and I was performing in an hour! AHHH!!! I tried to relax and do some vocal warm ups but I was so freakin’ nervous!!!

I had Nick filming me, who was making a lil’ behind the scenes video (now on youtube here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3WnqT7RnoAM - Thanks Nick!!!) and I was also trying to be a good ‘host’ and talking to everyone backstage etc…. I should have had a nap or something really!!

Anyway, 9pm came and it was tiiiime!!!!

My god, nothing feels better than walking on stage to a packed out room of people who are there to support you- What an AMAZING crowd too!!! I can’t thank everyone enough who came down and it was SO lovely to see you all!!! I sang my 45 min set with my amazing band and everything went as well as it could have! There were a few times when I really had to stop between songs and have a little drink of water and BREATHE!!! -I was so out of breath and obviously found the whole thing exhausting but it felt like the audience really understood and had my back!

During the gig I did chat a LOT of rubbish but did try and explain my M.E. and what I was going through a little bit. There was a moment where I almost broke down into tears on stage but I pulled it together and probably made a bunch of inappropriate jokes. I shouldn’t be allowed a microphone!!!

I was selling merchandise there too- the money of which is going to the charity I am working with ‘Action for M.E.’ and was so happy at the amount of teeshirts, cd’s, and pens sold and people donated too! - If you would like to buy any just gimme a shout, I still have some left ;)

So the last song we performed was the new single ’24 Obsession’ and it was actually mental… people KNEW THE WORDS!!! I was so overwhelmed that I took one of my friends phones from the front row of the audience and filmed them as they sang along!! MIND BLOWN hahaha - there’s a first time for everything and that moment is something I will never forget!!

So two and a half weeks later and I am finally starting to leave the house again and be up and about a bit more! I don't know what's worse, being given a taste of what life could be like and it taken away from you every time, or just not tasting it at all…

To be honest I think it was all the preparation, admin and pressure that took it out of me so much as well as the gig itself! Putting on a gig completely by yourself takes a lot of work! Especially when you feel like shit!!

From booking support acts, to the band and band rehearsals, ordering merchandise with money you don’t have, and not knowing if you will sell any!! To booking the venue, photographer, hair and makeup, videographers, DJ, host, outfit, invites!!! And then actually getting people to sign up to the guest list and come to the gig!! Advertising the gig, learning the songs, releasing the single!!!!! It all adds up, and was really quite stressful! But I do want to thank EVERYONE involved as you all helped so much!! - Support acts killed it!! - Louise Golbey, Joshua KYEOT and Beat Fox - DJ and Host Nate James was amazing :) - my band were beyond unreal!!! - Manolo, Martin, Matt and Frankie <3 and I even had the amazing Jamie Nichols doing magic on the audience at the bar!! :) 

Hopefully one day I will be in a position where I can focus on the music and the performing, but I guess for now its still just lil’ old me tryna get my music heard!

So after the gig I met as many of the audience as I could and was so overwhelmed by the support <3 And then it was home time…. Via McDonald’s with one of my besties Grace!! YAAAASSSS!!! - my god that maccers was probably one of the best of my life!!

I went to bed at around 1am but didn’t fall asleep until around 7am!!! That’s classic Brian for ya!! He can be such an asshole!! (Brian aka my brain)

But then I slept most of the next day and the day after that too…

I knew I’d be knackered afterwards but I didn’t think it would last for two weeks. I shouldn’t complain because I did it and it could have all gone a lot worse but just things like, I had to cancel a video shoot I had planned and that’s now not until October!!! LOOOONG!! So I guess patience is the key here!!

Anyway I am feeling super positive the last few days!! I’ve been REALLY trying to do that Lightning Process thing I’ve written about before and have found it really helpful, and I bought a FitBit but a cheap brand that was like £15 ;) It’s called a ‘VeryFit’ which is so ironic LOOOL!! But I am genuinely loving looking at how many steps I’ve done at the end of each day and seeing the progress that I am making!!

I HAVE to find a way to keep this up!! Plan for now :

1. Don’t over do it

2. Don’t under do it (so even if I feel like death I HAVE to leave the house and go for a walk)

3. Be stupidly positive!! (I have even taken to fake laughing around the house… which then leads to real laughing.. my housemates think I am mental.. they are correct)

4. Eat healthily (well… within reason!!!)

5. Gradually increase my activity level

6. Not put so much pressure on myself

7. Take each day as it comes

Plan?? I think so!!!

So today I have written this!! WOOP! And am gonna start sorting through all the CRAP I have to Ebay!!!! I literally have boxes upon boxes of clothes to sell.. oh the effort! I definitely have some kind of hoarding problem!! But then man needs the moneys!!! Then I’ll walk to Nero’s and get a soy hot choc YASSSS and then have a lovely chilled eve with the loves of my life :) (my housemates - well… best friends!! who have been ridiculously supportive through this whole thing!!!)

Please get in touch if you want to, don’t it you don’t want to ;) Also I went on London Live TV recently and spoke about ME etc a bit on there - heres the link ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nOA7zmCQRXU ) :)  Sending love and hugs to everyone with this silly bladdy illness and one day we WILL figure all this out!!…or some amazing scientists will… PLEASE!! :) xx

[obsidian-rain]

To make up for all the other Ask Mes I have not asked you on for your "Unique" Ask Me I ask you all of them. All 99 questions. Do it.

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1: Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed? open, but only because it won’t close kekeke ;;

2: Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel? yeah! they have to throw them out anyway.

3: Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out? in by preference, usually out due to laziness.

4: Have you ever stolen a street sign before? no! why would I??? It doesn’t do me any good

5: Do you like to use post-it notes? don’t even get me started- I LOVE post-its!

6: Do you cut out coupons but then never use them? all the dang time.

7: Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of a bees? neither tbh but I guess… bear cause I might actually be able to defend myself from that.

8: Do you have freckles? nope! rip my irish ancestry.

9: Do you always smile for pictures? ish? depends on the picture.

10: What is your biggest pet peeve? chewing with your mouth open? leaving dirty towels on the floor? leaving refridgerated items out on shelves in the grocery store?

11: Do you ever count your steps when you walk? if I am particularly bored, yeah~

12: Have you ever peed in the woods? by necessity when hiking.

14: Do you ever dance even if theres no music playing? there is always music, my friend, even if it’s just in my head.

15: Do you chew your pens and pencils? nope

16: How many people have you slept with this week? zed

17: What size is your bed? twin ;A;

18: What is your Song of the week? This Is the Greatest Show!

19: Is it okay for guys to wear pink? yep!

20: Do you still watch cartoons? if by that you mean animated movies and shows, then yes.

21: Whats your least favorite movie? do you mean movies I hated? I really did not love Dorian Gray (2009) which was a shame cause I loved the book.

22: Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some? That’s my secret, now isn’t it?

23: If you’re a girl, bra size? If you’re a guy, pants size? 36DD

24: What do you dip a chicken nugget in? nothing

25: What is your favorite food? Pasta? Asian food?

26: What movies could you watch over and over and still love? That is a very long, long list kekeke

28: Were you ever a boy/girl scout? nope

29: Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine? nope

30: When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper? Last year! I had a penpal who moved, but I’m about to start mailing a new pal!!

31: Can you change the oil on a car? with supervision kekeke

32: Ever gotten a speeding ticket? nope

33: Ever ran out of gas? Yeah, in my family’s huge suburban van that we called The Beast.

34: Favorite kind of sandwich? an Italian hero

35: Best thing to eat for breakfast? I love eggs benedict but if I wake up too early I can’t digest hot food so I’m usually eating cereal or yogurt.

36: What is your usual bedtime? 8ish pm cause I have to be up early for work.

37: Are you lazy? at home, heck yeah. You have to ask me to do anything other than my two chores orz. at work, though, I try to do more than just the basics so…. ish?

38: When you were a kid, what did you dress up as for Halloween? disney characters, keke

39: What is your Chinese astrological sign? year of the metal sheep!

41: Do you have any magazine subscriptions? no, but I do have something close to 60 lbs of mags laying around, whoops

42: Which are better legos or lincoln logs? legos~

43: Are you stubborn? not remotely, unless I’m mad, then I’m stupid stubborn.

45: Ever watch soap operas? occassionally, but they’re not my cup of tea.

46: Are you afraid of heights? yes, totally!!

47: Do you sing in the car? yessss

48: Do you sing in the shower? yessssssss

49: Do you dance in the car? I was about to say no then I remembered the number of times I’ve jammed out one-handed kekeke

50: Ever used a gun? nope

51: Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? probably six years ago for a family portrait.

52: Do you think musicals are cheesy? yes and beautifully so.

53: Is Christmas stressful? it can be but I always enjoy it anyway

54: Ever eat a pierogi? I love pierogis!!

55: Favorite type of fruit pie? peach!

56: Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? a fireman - because my younger sister wanted to be a dragon.

57: Do you believe in ghosts? no, but I do beleive in non-corporeal entities.

58: Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? all the tiiiime

59: Take a vitamin daily? yep

60: Wear slippers? nope~

61: Wear a bath robe? yeah

62: What do you wear to bed? usually a top and underwear

63: First concert? Skillet and Red!

64: Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? Depends on what I’m shopping for.

65: Nike or Adidas? eh

66: Cheetos Or Fritos? Cheetooooos

67: Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? chocolate covered sunflower seeds!

68: Ever hear of the group Tres Bien? nope

69: Ever take dance lessons? besides the school-mandated square dancing?

70: Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? something they are comfortable in.

71: Can you curl your tongue? nope

72: Ever won a spelling bee? yep

73: Have you ever cried because you were so happy? Totally burst into tears once when I was at the BigBang concert for the first time.

74: Own any record albums? nope

75: Own a record player? nah

76: Regularly burn incense? allergic

77: Ever been in love? nope

78: Who would you like to see in concert? VIXX or Poets of the Fall

79: What was the last concert you saw? the BigBang MADE concert!

80: Hot tea or cold tea? both

81: Tea or coffee? boooooth

82: Sugar or snickerdoodles? snickerdoodles!!

83: Can you swim well? yep!

84: Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? yep!

85: Are you patient? depends on the situation keke

87: Ever won a contest? not that I remember

88: Ever have plastic surgery? nope

89: Which are better black or green olives? both are gross

90: Can you knit or crochet? no, I’m so clumsy

91: Best room for a fireplace? living room! or bedroom!!

92: Do you want to get married? someday

93: If married, how long have you been married? n/a

94: Who was your HS crush? his name was Armando and I’m so embarrassed about it now

95: Do you cry and throw a fit until you get your own way? …… more or less

96: Do you have kids? do furbabies count?

97: Do you want kids? I really want to adopt someday, but seems like that dream gets further away the older I get.

98: Whats your favorite color? sea-green and baby pink.

99: Do you miss anyone right now? not particularly.