#syf answers

[sing-you-fools]

TRICK OR TREAT 💚

"A banker? Me?"

"Yes, Mr. Lipwig."

"But I don't know anything about running a bank!"

"Good. No preconceived ideas."

"I've robbed banks!"

"Capital! Just reverse your thinking," said Lord Vetinari, beaming. "The money should be on the inside."

Making Money

[sing-you-fools]

I Have Once Again Misread The Question But Cannot Change My Vote

[acciotherapists]

Little Sparrow: Chapter Two

Loki x Reader Mafia AU

When Tony Stark's little sister wakes up deep in enemy territory she assumes her life is over. She'll be killed or worse: used as a bargaining chip against her estranged brother. What happens when the mafia leader, Loki Laufeyson, offers her a deal she can't refuse? No sentiment. Only revenge. What happens when the truth is revealed? Will she betray her only family or betray the man she loves to hate? Little Sparrow is an enemies to lover's fic riddled with betrayal and spice!

Loki quickly moved me into our shared room, though he quickly assured me there would be two beds as he saw my eyes widen. “It’s simply for appearances, darling,” he promised. “If I’m to protect you from even my own men, as you claim it was one of them that did this to you… then they all need to believe you’re mine,” he growled. “They wouldn’t dare touch what’s mine.”

He left me alone after that as his phone rang and he took the call outside. I didn’t have anything to unpack so I simply sat on the bed. The only bed. I tried not to worry as he told me there would be a second one brought in but could I truly believe the boss of the Asgardian gang?

I felt my phone buzz and I pulled it out, checking the now cracked screen. It was damaged from the attack but still usable.

Tony: Where the hell are you?

The door opened and I jumped as Loki entered the room, eyeing the phone in my hands.

“Hiding something, little one?”

I knew there was no point in lying; he’d just figure it out anyway.

“Tony texted me. He wants to know where I am.”

“And what did you say?”

“Nothing yet. You walked in before I could.”

His phone rang again and I could see his brow furrow in annoyance as he looked down at the screen.

“Respond. Tell him you’re fine,” he hissed, before answering the phone and turning toward the door. “This better be urgent,” he growled, closing the door behind him.

I quickly began typing.

Y/n: I’m okay. Just laying low for a bit but I’m okay.

He responded instantly.

Tony: I’m glad you’re okay but where the hell are you?

Y/n: I’m just staying with a friend for a bit. I’m ok.

Tony: Alright, kid. Just call me when you can and be safe.

I tried not to scoff at the message. Be safe. Yeah, right. Be safe deep in enemy territory with a man that would easily kill me and with no way out.

****

“This better be urgent,” Loki hissed as he slammed the door to his and now Y/n’s room.

“We found him, boss. He’s got her blood on his knuckles,” the voice on the phone answered.

“Bring him to the pit,” Loki growled, hanging up the phone and leaving Y/n alone.

He made his way to the pit quickly, finding one of his men tied to a chair.

“You’re certain?” Loki asked Syf and she nodded. “He was the last one to leave the base before she was attacked and he returned shortly before you found her with blood on his knuckles.”

“And you’re certain it’s her blood?”

“We didn’t exactly test it,” she chuckled. “But he admitted it as soon as we began our questioning.”

Loki looked at the man sitting in the chair, a strange fury settling in his chest.

“What shall we do with him, boss?”

“Take him for a one-way ride.”

She nodded and signaled for another group of men to escort him away as he struggled. When they were finally gone Syf approached Loki.

“What is it about this one?” she asked him, being careful with her words.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“You’ve never killed a man for a woman before… especially not for one who’s with the Avengers.”

“My reasons are my own,” Loki hissed. “Question them again at your peril.”

She backed off and Loki left the room, leaving more questions than answers.

****

When Loki reentered our now shared room his face was contorted with anger and I could practically see the gears turning in his mind as he tossed his jacket on a nearby chair.

“What exactly is the play here, Laufeyson?” I hissed, getting straight to the point. He was already angry so I saw no point in beating around the bush.

“What do you mean?”

“You told me to tell my brother I’m fine but said nothing about where I am. What is the point of me being here? On top of the fact that I have no clothes, nothing to sleep in, and a raging headache, you’ve told me nothing about this plan of yours other than you intend to keep me here.”

He chuckled darkly. “You’re free to leave whenever you wish, pet. I will not hold you hostage." I could see him watching me carefully, as if waiting for some sort of reaction but when he found nothing he sighed and tossed his shoes into the closet.

“I’ll have Frigga go with you to get some clothes tomorrow.”

“That’s not what I meant, Loki,” I sighed. “What am I even doing here?”

He smirked, slowly moving closer. He gently moved his finger under my chin. “You’re escaping, pet.” He slowly stood again. “You’re escaping that dull life of heroism,” he chuckled. “And you’re here so I can protect you.” He lifted the covers and I looked at him curiously.

“What are you doing?”

“Tucking you in.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, sure. What are you really doing?”

“Oh, would you just lie down? I’m taking the couch for tonight. My men will have a new bed brought in tomorrow.”

“I don’t want to kick you out of your bed.”

He shook his head. “It’s fine, little one. Just lay down.”

I reluctantly complied and he pulled the blankets up to my chin. As he pulled his hands away from the blankets his finger gently brushed my cheek and there was something familiar in the gesture that I couldn’t quite place. He cleared his throat, blinking rapidly as if trying to clear his mind of something that troubled him and his face softened.

“Do you prefer the lights on or off?” he asked and my heart squeezed at the somehow familiar statement.

“What did you just ask me?”

“Lights on or off?”

“Off is fine,” I replied.

He searched my eyes and there was an uncomfortable tightness in my chest. 

“Why did you ask me that?”

“Old habit, suppose.” He left no time for me to respond before flicking off the lights and retreating to the couch.

****

Loki lay tossing and turning for much of the night, though he found the sound of Y/n’s breathing to be a calming escape from the thoughts in his mind.

[chaosites]

Asking to everyone if it applies! Favorite pokemon?

Hiiii!!!! <3333 Our collective fave pokemon is Ditto🙂‍↕️ But here's some individual answers!

Alan: Marill

Amity: Grimer/Muk

Ann: Alcremie

AUBREY: Buneary

BASIL: Sunflora, Spinarak, Joltik, Oddish, Sunkern, Exeggcute, Budew, Whimsicott, Lilligant,('....When do I stop?')Cottonee ,Pumpkaboo

Brandon: Sylveon

Callum: Ultra Beasts

Chara: All of them

Chel-C: Blacephalon

Chia: Makuhita/Hariyama

Choco: Cleffa/Clefairy/Clefable

Ciri: Sprigatito

Clara: Skitty

Clyde: Luvdisc

Colbie: All Regis

Darcy: Giratina, all hive-minded mons

ENA: Porygon

Ethan Lee: Politoed

Fern: All grass types hehehehe

Gary: Galarian Ponyta, Crobat

Glass: Sinistea

Gregory: Teddiursa/Ursaring/Ursaluna

HAL: Cosmog, Luvdisc

HERO: 'Sharpedo is cool...? Why are there only 2(?) shark pokemon...?'

IV: Phantump

Jackie: Sirfetch'd

Jax: Stunfisk

Jill: Skorupi, Scisor

Joan: Milotic, Wooloo

Kale: Tsareena, Celebi

Kam: Pikachu, Electabuzz

KEL: Yamper

Kid: Claydol, Lileep

Kira: Purrloin, Spiritomb

Kitty: All of them

Koko: The cutest ones

Kris: All the cool ones

Lonnie: Cloyster because it looks like That

Loop/Kiki: Xurkitree

M: Dedenne

Mabel: ALL OF THEM

Mae: Mismagius

MAL: Necrozma

Marcy: All of them

MARI: 'Oh, I don't know! Galvantula, maybe?'

Marie: 'What?'

Mars: Deoxys, Lunatone, Solrock, Cosmoem

Marshall: Zubat line, Swirlix

Marx: Mr. Mime

Maxie: Mew, Espeon

Melon: Cherubi

Mika: Audino, Chansey

Nastasia: Haunter, Crobat

Neil: All of them

Niko: Mesprit, Regigigas, Kyogre, Groudon, Rayquaza, Azelf, Uxie, Palkia, Dialga, Giratina, Mew, Arceus

Ralsei: All of them

Ray: Comfey

Raz: All psychic types

Rox: All kitties<33

Sal: All ghost types

Seven: All kitties<333333

Simon: Eiscue

Star: All of them

SUNNY: Most of them

Syf/Sysfrin: Xurkitree

Starwalker: None of them

Tobi: All fish pokemon

Torrin: Banette

Trent: Gyarados, all the other pissed off mons

Unknown: We know his is the Vanillite line

Vix: Rotom

THERE. Only took..... yeah I'm not counting.

[missvelvetsstuff]

Guarded Heart

Bucky Barnes x Reader, Reader x Thor, Bucky x Natasha

Summary: Y/N is the daughter of a powerful mob boss who only cares about her horses and making it to the Olympics but her father expects her to marry an equally powerful boss to help strengthen his business. Bucky is looking for a wife to help his business and give him an heir but already has a long term girlfriend, Natasha.

Chapter 11

Warnings: swearing, sexual acts mentioned

Later that evening, after the meeting at the hospital, Thor was relaxing at home, after feeding the horses, when there was a knock on his door. He rarely had guests at all especially uninvited so he grabbed his gun and answered the door to find Steve Rogers.

He looked down at him "Rogers. What can I do for you?"

Steve smiled "Can I come in and talk for a minute?"

Thor shrugged and let him in. Both men sat across from each other in the living room. "What do you want?"

Steve sighed "We were concerned that you weren't at the hospital today for the family meeting. We hoped you would be helping when we go after Dreykov."

Thor nodded "We? You mean Barnes, doesn't he have the nerve to face me? Look, Y/N knows I'm not interested in that life, that's why Loki is in charge of my family, I was never suited for it, I just want my horses. I was only there to go after Natasha because Y/N was going. I will always protect her in any way I can. I know she can't participate in the next fight so I won't be going. I'll be spending time at the hospital to make sure she is protected."

Steve shook his head "I already have Sam watching her so-"

Thor interrupted "You only have one man guarding her? He will have to sleep and eat. He can't have eyes on her all the time." He shook his head and grabbed his phone to send a quick text. "I sent Syf and Val over there. The three of them can take shifts and sleep in the on call room. I swear Rogers, if anything happens to her you will have me to deal with."

Steve laughed uncomfortably and mumbled "You and Bucky"

Thor shook his head "Bucky" he spat "is the one that caused most of this and if she gets hurt any more I'll come for him too. He's lucky I haven't yet but you'll need all the fighters you can get to confront Dreykov." Thor stood up, headed towards the front door and opened it "thanks for dropping by" he said looking Steve in the eyes.

Steve looked at the floor and rubbed the back of his neck. "Can I uh, ask you something?" Thor nodded "Is Loki, your brother, is he uh, is he available?" He flushed crimson.

Thor looked Steve up and down with a smirk on his face "Loki is always available for another lover, as long as you aren't looking for a commitment. I'll give him your number."

Steve nodded "Yeah uh thanks. Wait, how did you get my number?"

Thor shrugged "Y/N gave me all the information she had on the Barnes family when they agreed to the engagement. Even some blackmail worthy details so tread carefully. She means the world to me." He warned

"Barnes loves her. For all his stupidity it's on his face clear as day. He needs to trust her and respect her as an equal or he will never be able to keep her." Thor said softly. "He needs to know he isn't the only one."

Steve looked at Thor wide eyed "You're the secret-"

Thor grabbed him by the throat "I'm the one who will always protect her. That's all you need to know." He let Steve go and turned away "See yourself out, Rogers.

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At the Barnes townhouse, Bucky was pouring himself a drink when his father stopped him "I think you've had enough to drink the last couple of days. Now you need to grow up and deal with the problem at hand."

Bucky shook his head "I'm giving up on that, she's never gonna give me another chance."

George shook his head "Would you stop your lovestruck whining, you made your own mess of that, repeatedly. We have a real problem to take care of. Or have you forgotten about Dreykov? We need to be prepared to take the fight to him.

You need to get some sleep without the aid of any substances so that you are clear headed tomorrow. Forget about yourself and your love life so we can finish this." He scolded then left the room to head to bed himself.

Bucky followed his father upstairs, took a shower and laid down in his childhood bedroom staring at the ceiling. He didn't understand how Nat had him fooled for so long. He remembered when they met.

It was almost a year after his accident and he was finally getting comfortable with the prosthetic. He was just stepping out in public with his new arm, some charity gala, and most of the girls who used to follow him around could only look in his direction and gossip among themselves. Nat walked right up to him and introduced herself. She blew past the social pleasantries and asked direct questions about his arm. Before the night was over they were hiding in a closet where he showed her exactly how the arm felt and what it could do. He would never have believed he could get turned on about that arm but she made it happen.

He shook the thought off, none of it was real. Nat just did what she thought would gain his attention and she was right. Once she had him hooked she started taking him to all the most exclusive clubs where they danced and fucked and did all the best drugs. Two years later he woke up hungover to his father screaming about making Nat his right hand without so much as discussing it with his father or even Steve.

Bucky told his father off and bought himself a penthouse that day, fully furnished, sight unseen. He took Nat and moved in that night where no one would bother them. He didn't remember asking Nat to be his hand but he wouldn't risk losing her so reinforced the decision by announcing it at the next family meeting.

George, Steve and Sam were disgusted that he was putting his dick first but Nat had started blowing him under the table until he couldn't stop the moans. The room cleared quickly when they realized what was happening. After she swallowed his cum down, he fucked her on the conference table, loudly. Then they went to one of his club's and spent the nite partying which included various sex acts in the middle of the dance floor.

The next 2 years Bucky spent in a drug and sex addled haze. He did his job, took care of what his father told him to but where the partying started after business was done, things changed and he was indulging while taking care of business, then before. He knew he was in trouble when he had to partake as soon as he got up just to get himself moving. Nat kept insisting on drugs and late nights until he was blowing off business and his family because he was too wrapped up in the highs she gave him.

That all ended on his 30th bday. He stumbled into the family dinner to celebrate with Nat. They were both beyond wasted and kept touching each other until he finally fingered her to orgasm, right in the middle of his family singing happy birthday.

Winnie stood suddenly, appalled at her son's behavior especially since his younger sister was right there.

"James, you and your whore need to leave my house. Don't come back until you can treat your family and yourself with some respect" and stormed out of the room.

Steve dragged him out and drove him to his place, reluctantly bringing Nat with them.

The next morning his father showed up at his front door. George spent an hour berating his son and threatening to put Steve in charge when he retired. "It's not bad enough for you to ignore your responsibilities but your behavior is damaging your reputation and the family's business. Why would anyone trust us when you flaunt what should be private and can't control your baser desires? Sex and drugs in the open at clubs all over town. I want to retire before I'm killed or get too old to enjoy it. I promised to show your mother the world and we've only seen a small portion. But I can't retire because I can't trust my son to handle the family business and not squander it."

Bucky apologized, if only to shut him up and promised to get it together. He kept that promise to a degree, still partying too much but keeping business straight.

A few months after his birthday his father took him aside after breakfast one morning and told him he was proud of how he had cleaned himself up and was planning to retire. As soon as Bucky got married and had his first child.

The glow of pride from his father's praise turned to anger "I have Natasha and have no plans of ending it so you'll have your wedding but will have to accept that you'll never have grandkids."

Once again George threatened to give the business to Steve and father and son almost came to blows. "I'm not backing down on this son. You have one week to choose. If you choose Natasha then I'm making Steve my second."

Bucky was ready to keep fighting when he saw the look on his father's face. Love and disappointment. He caved "Fine. I'll get married and have a kid but I'm not giving Nat up."

George sighed "That will have to do for now. Next Sunday we're having brunch with the Carter's. They have 2 lovely and single daughters."

Brunch with the Carter's was hellish for Bucky. Peggy at least had a brain but she was all business, nothing soft. Sharon was soft and touchy but didn't seem to have a brain in her head. Just a spoiled mafia princess whose best talents involved credit cards and an excess of wine.

Both were a definite no.

Dreykov tried to offer up his daughter Antonia but he was involved in some business that George couldn't stomach.

After more brunches and luncheons than he cared to count Bucky finally met Y/N. She was beautiful, independent and strong. Smart as hell, honest. Everything he could have wanted. Before he met Nat. Y/N made him question everything but he refused to let anyone see that.

Sometimes it could be hard to determine if Bucky was more stubborn or stupid. He had loudly proclaimed his love and loyalty to Nat for all to hear and refused to back down. Refused to admit he could have been wrong and God forbid his father could have been right about Nats destructive influence.

Bucky finally fell asleep thinking about New Years Eve with Y/N. How she made him smile even while being difficult because he was late. How holding her close gave him a warmth he never felt with Nat. Their relationship had always been fast and hard, never slowing down to look around and enjoy life.

He remembered how it felt to kiss Y/N, to touch her intimately, feel her squeezing and gushing over his hand as she softly moaned in his ear.

The dreams he had that night dirtied his sheets and when he woke up he was resolved to find his way back to her.

Natasha was but a distant memory.

First thing in the morning he called the shrink that Sam had told him to see after his accident. He had been too stubborn and prideful to call her but he knew now that he needed to deal with some things. Christine Raynor wasn't a pleasant person but she knew about the life and was discreet. Bucky hoped she could help him come to terms with the accident, his arm and Nats betrayal. Maybe he could straighten his head out.

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Y/N was feeling trapped at the hospital and anxious to get home. Besides the obvious personal comforts of home, the security was many times better than what the hospital could provide. It would be much easier to control who could get close to her at home.

She had been in some intense negotiations with her doctor and physical therapist to go home with hired medical staff around the clock. Their attorneys all got involved because everyone needs to cover their asses.

While the professionals considered her fate, Y/N worked with Pietro and Scott to gather more intel on Dreykovs people and plans. Steve stopped by a couple of times to visit and offer information he had gathered. She teased him about his interest in Loki but only when they were alone. She wondered why he couldn't be the brother she was supposed to marry but never meant to say it out loud.

Steve looked at her in shock "Me? I'm not the one you have chemistry with. I know Bucky can be an idiot but he's a good man. If he tries to talk to you, please just listen. If you think it's bullshit then tell him to fuck off but give him one chance."

Y/N rolled her eyes "Look Steve, I get that you are brothers in all but blood and I respect that but I've given him chances and my life has been blown up because he refused to see reality. Natasha must have had a magic pussy and even though she's gone, her deceit exposed, he still pines for her. Even if I forgave him for everything, how do I compete with her? Now shes martyred. I don't have the energy to deal with his trauma when he is the indirect cause of mine."

Steve smiled sadly "Yeah, I know. Like you said he's my brother, I had to give it a shot. I do understand."

She nodded at him with a twinkle in her eye "Brotherly obligation done you can cross that off of your to do list." She sighed "If I'm up for it when he stops by I'll try to listen without killing him. That's the best I can offer. With any luck I'll be home soon"

There was a knock on the door to her room, when she yelled come in, Sam poked his head in "Sorry to interrupt the girl time but we have to go Steve. Yelena is at the townhouse and not in good shape. Sounds like Dreykov figured her out."

"Fuck" Steve sighed then looked at Y/N "I'll let you know if there's anything interesting."

Sam and Steve raced to the townhouse to find Yelena, looking a little rough, in the guest room with Dr Banner.

The doctor looked up "She's going to be ok but was beat pretty badly. I've cleaned and stitched up what I could. Now she needs rest and a lite diet."

Yelena tried to sit up but Bruce gently pushed her back down "You need to rest and let your body heal"

Yelena shook her head "Steve" she rasped, throat heavily bruised, and gestured for him to come closer. He did with a concerned look on his face. Yelena grabbed his shirt "Natasha" she coughed and he gave her a sip of water "It was all Natasha. Buckys accident was supposed to kill him but since he lived my father sent her in to destroy the family from the inside. Playing on his insecurity about his arm." She took another drink and sat back. "I'm sorry. I didn't know." She was quiet for a moment before whispering "The meeting is tomorrow nite but it's a set up, they'll be waiting for you."

Steve nodded, jaw clenched and left the room to call George with this information. It didn't change much since Nat was dead but it was more evidence of the lengths Dreykov would go to and the need to end this before he caused any more destruction.

Chapter 12

@bigphattygyal @lokiandbuckysdoll @kimomoraba @avery199 @mishkatelwarriorgoddess @esposadomd @sebsgirl71479

[sing-you-fools]

this reminds me of when I was in high school trying to better understand exactly where the line was that made something plagiarism and asked a teacher how many words can be together in the same order they are in a book before it's plagiarism and the teacher told me even just two words need to be quoted or it's plagiarism

now, what I was trying to get at was, if I'm just stating a straightforward fact that there aren't many ways to say, like "[person] was born on [date]" or something, should I be checking the book to see how they phrased it, and either rewording it or putting it in quotation marks if it's the same, or are some things Just Normal Sentences?

instead, I spent the rest of my education paranoid that I was about to be expelled because I wrote something like "and then"* without citing a source

I still worry sometimes that I will one day accidentally write a sentence that someone else has written before** because there are only so many ways to arrange words and my life will be ruined because of it. I wonder if perhaps I should google every string of words I use together in quotation marks to make sure I'm not stealing by mistake

so anyway. I think that was the wrong way to answer that question, maybe

*Dude, Where's My Car? (2000)

**and it will probably be Terry Pratchett, considering how many things I have written and then found in one of his books I'd never read before

[startyourfuturerp]

You don’t have to reply to this but i just wanted to say I’m a little frustrated that there are so many new starters so frequently because a lot of convos are being dropped and being replaced with new starters instead.

Hey, friendo. Thank you so much for sending this in. Really.

I am so sorry you’re experiencing that, really. I can’t speak for all 22 other people in this group (aside from you and me), but I’m like....88% positive most of the folks here aren’t dropping anything on purpose. I think there a lot of factors going into that particular issue - the first is that we just got out of our frozen-in-time Halloween event, so people are itchy to move their characters/plots forward, and most likely not follow up on replies from 2+ weeks ago that may not have any relevance anymore. The other is that we have a lot of new/newish characters - and if I’m right in thinking that you may be one of our more seasoned members, I can understand how frustrating it can be to have waves of new things rolling in and feel like the standing things are getting lost in the shuffle. We also have a few characters coming off hiatus and a couple just going on, so there’s bound to be some catch-up/starting over that happens with that. I know it always takes me a minute to collect my life if I’ve been on hiatus.

What I firstly would recommend is telling me. So you did that already, which is great, because now we can figure something out to make sure you (and anyone else in-game who’s felt similarly) don’t feel like that anymore. After that, I’d recommend reaching out to the folk you feel have dropped conversations: the number one piece of advice I can give in this instance is communication. I know it can be awkward, but it can be as simple as something like ‘hey, I know we had this thread going (with a link/reference to what you mean), do you want to continue that or start something new?’ and if they say start something new, have an idea ready, something that you’d like to do with their character. I’m really actually very positive that everyone here wants to write with everyone else; sometimes, with how fast the dash moves, things can get lost or, if any of you are anything like me, folks just forget anything that’s not in front of their face. Not because they don’t want too write it, but because there’s approximately 8000 replies to get to at once, and it’s easy to miss one or get focused on a particular conversation, at least for me. I can only speak for myself when I say that it’s never ever on purpose that I won’t reply to someone, even if it’s approximately eight million years old. Or if I want to but my character is like ‘nah’, 9/10 times I’ll talk to the person, which I recommend doing across the board. If you have a lingering thread that isn’t inspiring anymore, talk to the person/people replying about something new. I know it can be really scary to reach out to folks; I’m just absolutely positive no one would be upset by it. I don’t think there’s been one character who’s joined that people haven’t been like ADGSHJKL about getting to write with. Trust each other as writers and people, and always always talk to each other.

As far as starters go, I can’t reasonably discourage people from posting starters - more is good. This is a good problem to have, generally, though of course I wish it weren’t frustrating you in this way. As long as starters remain relevant and relevant to plots, be they personal, group-wide or what have you, starters are good, and what’s more they’re sort of the nature of RP, to cycle in and out of different interactions. What usually happens in games is that things get to stale because people aren’t posting enough starters. I, personally, am thrilled by the level of engagement and creation this group is showing right now, and I don’t want anyone to think they’re doing anything wrong - I just want to make sure that you all are consistently engaging with everyone in the game, especially with so many of us here. Remember to be good to each other and focus on more than just your current partner/thread/fav relationship of the week (guilty).

Lastly, nonners, you don’t have to come to me about this any further if you don’t want to, but I do hope that in the future you’ll feel comfortable enough to come to me face to face, and I’m so sorry you didn’t feel able to do so in this case. I sincerely want everyone to feel comfy and included here; if it keeps happening, or if you feel as though it’s one/a few particular people, please let me know - specifics are much easier to address than vague generalizations. Please talk to me, especially if this keeps happening. I’m so sorry you’re feeling this way, and I can only hope it gets better for you from here on out as everything settles back into its rhythm.

Thank you again for letting me know, and please let me know if there’s anything specific I can to help.

[puckermansjake]

DARE: Write a poem for someone you don't know in the circle, then perform it.

“That’s it? That’s the fuckin’ dare?” Since when were they kicking it back to middle school with their ‘playing it safe’ bullshit? Not that throwing together a few words for a stranger was entirely elementary. “Fine,” he hummed, eyes falling on his pong partner. They didn’t technically know each other, right? They’d played together, but hell, Jake hadn’t even known his name at the start of it all.

Swallowing hard (along with swallowing down some of his pride), Jake made his way around the circle, only stopping once he settled in front of Blaine. “Alright, dude, just hang with me for a sec.” Poem, right.

“Rose are red,Violets are blue.If I needed a partner in pong,I’d choose you.”

[ginsburgberry]

TRUTH: talk about one person you want to kiss.

Rachel felt the heat rise to her face immediately. “I don’t--I don’t want to--to kiss anyone!” Rachel protested. “I can’t describe someone who doesn’t exist!”

Now, Rachel felt that she was a very good actress. But that was when she was sober, and she determined that something must have been lacking in her delivery of that particular lie, because the whole circle booed. Someone shouted and called her liar, which Rachel couldn’t handle, so she rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“Okay, okay, okay,” Rachel held her hands up and took a breath, casting her eyes up to the ceiling. “Okay, so...he’s incredibly sweet,” Rachel began, a smile on her face as she looked down to her lap, to hide her little smile. “He makes me laugh,” Rachel continued, “and I feel like he...he really sees me,” Rachel said, voice going a little soft. “I feel like he understands me. I don’t know him...so very well, yet, but I want to. I want to know everything about him, and let him know everything about me,” Rachel’s smile widened. “He’s athletic, and talented, and so...generous,” Rachel said. “He’s so kind, and he really does make me laugh--oh, I said that already.” Rachel chuckled and shook her head. “I like who I am with him, and we haven’t kissed yet, but…” Rachel’s smile turned a little sly. “I can’t help but think we’re going to, very soon.”

[pareidoliajules]

✆ + idk your favorite you've rped??

ASK ME THINGS, especially THESE things!

✆ - what kind of phone does your character have and what applications are most likely always used + my favorite(s) because i’m an indecisive ho

MASON(S):

Canon Mason has an iPhone, of probably two generations before current, because his parents don’t raise him and only passively support him, but they’re on a family plan and he and Madison get new phones when they’re eligible to upgrade. His most frequently used apps are probably the Calendar (bc Madison organizes them within an inch of his life and their calendars are synced), Candy Crush, Facebook/FB Messenger and texts, though idk if that counts as an ‘app’.

Soulmates!Mason also has an iPhone, probably just one generation of current since now that he and Madison both also have jobs, they can contribute to their portion of the phone bill and pay off their devices faster. It’s probably a lot of the same as canon Mason, though I know for a fact he (still) has FlappyBird installed. He also checks the weather a lot, bc Chicago is fuckin batshit weatherwise. He also probably cried real tears when Vine died.

Futures!Mason has to get new phones a lot bc tech + magic, yk. His family is obv basically loaded and he makes money from contracts too, so it’s no big deal expense-wise, but it takes him forever to get used to a new phone. And they break, frequently. He probably has a lot of those Idle games where you do A Bunch of Stuff and then leave it alone for hours and come back, get a bunch of stuff, and repeat. He doesn’t know a lot about Commons’ phone app phases, either, but he…has adhd, so anything that’s bright and colorful and distracting is good in his book.

MADISON(S):

Canon Madison is ditto above for canon Mason, but she doesn’t really do games - except every so often she’ll get pulled into whatever one Mason’s playing that week and then accidentally stay up very very late at night playing it and playing it and playing it and no she’s not tired but thank you for pointing it out!! She also has So Many organization apps.

Glist!Madison has a very old iPhone that’s hanging on by a thread, basically and half of the newest apps don’t even work on it, but there’s not a mark on the screen or case and she’s not getting rid of anything that works perfectly well for something new and flashy, no matter how much Mason begs. She also has the calendar and organizational app situation, but she also has a folder just for job sites. She also frequently stalks the show choir blogs and college chatboards. She has games on her phone, but she doesn’t even enjoy them anymore, they’re just there and they work on her phone, so. She also has Twitter and Instagram, and is active on both!

WMA!Madison: She had to get a new phone with Mason when he threw his off the roof, so they both have most-recent generations of iPhones, and she has a crapton of apps. A lot of meditation apps, self-sub-ing apps, youtube and twitter and instagram. She still relies heavily on the Calendar app, but she also has a planner that is heavily used, cross-referenced and color-coordinated.

RODERICK:

I just want to put him here because canon or an au, he has an Android, goddammit.

SPENCER:

Canon Spencer: Probably also an iPhone, unfortunately, and with a million sports apps for watching, talking about, following, etc. Maybe a news app he doesn’t ever use. If Fantasy Football has an app, he has that, and probably also some of those terrible FPS phone games that stress me out.

Futures!Spencer probably has an Android because they don’t break as soon as you look at them (or in Spencer’s case, as soon as you get thrown into a tree by a monster while on a contract).

CWM!Spencer probably also has an Android bc he doesn’t like to do what everybody else is doing, and he’s argumentative enough to start shit about it too. Ditto canon as far as apps go, but he actually reads his news apps and probably even pays to get more than just the free articles monthly, too.

KURT:

Canon Kurt: is an iPhone man, who has a decorative case but not a protective one, because he’s careful enough not to need one. He has all of the magazines’ mobile apps - vogue, elle, people, etc, plus Netflix and Hulu and Instagram and Twitter, though he doesn’t use Twitter regularly at all.

Thehalls!Kurt: ditto above, but with more fashion and more awareness that people are obsessed with knowing what he’s doing and how he’s doing it, so his phone is sort of scrubbed, in case it ever gets hacked.

NDHQ!Kurt: is also an iPhone man, of course; he has map apps, youtube, the ndhq app, a mobile video-cutting app if such a thing exists, stupid games for when he gets bored and then stops playing them a week after he downloaded them………and grindr/tinder/etc, even though he’d deny it if you asked.

RACHEL:

I’m literally exhausted thinking about it. 

SEBASTIAN:

If it’s fancy, he owns it, and if it’s gay, he’s got it, whether canon or the one half-second where I played him in an actual game. He probably also has funny video apps, because he likes to laugh when people fall down.

[ficswithluv]

for my rec of 'higher' by ppersonna, here's my additional feedback about it: what i love about tae's character here is how upfront he is and he's just so charming in this fic. it was captured really well. his attraction to oc was so obvious and he really made sure that was known from the opening scene alone. one of the scenes that made me smile in this fic is when they pretended to be a married couple, cozying up under their shared blanket when really they were doing sexual stuff underneath 😏 overall, it is a tae fic that i think i'll always remember bc of his characterisation! :)

Hi! Thanks for the additional feedback. We will add it into our masterlist :)

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[sing-you-fools]

Love all Queen songs but one!

Non-fiction or Fantasy book, please?

Trick or Treat!

Happy Halloween! Have you read The Raven Tower by Ann Leckie?

I'm tempted to try to guess the Queen song you don't like, but nah, have a banger

[messrsmoonys]

“is that your hand on my leg?”

Well, this was awkward. When exactly had he placed a hand over on her leg? Brody jerked back quickly, feeling the warm blush come to his face as he tried to come up with a reason as to why exactly his hand had been placed on her leg. Prior to this, it had just been something of a simple party. There was a little bit of alcohol, a little bit of dancing, and a lot of grinding disguised as dancing. The more he thought about it, the more he wondered how exactly had he gotten Lauren to agree to go to this with him? And exactly when had he gotten so carefree and loose that he had found it to be a good idea to cozy up to her?

Clearing his throat slightly Brody finally looked over at her. “Yeah, I guess it was. So, um, yeah. Sorry about that.” When faced with a fight or flight situation, Brody was only somewhat ashamed to admit that sometimes, pretty often, he was a big fan of just exiting stage left and not dealing with things. In this particular situation, when the options were stay and awkwardly explain himself or at least stumble through an explanation, or get out of there, he was going to stick to what he was used to.

Brody practically bolted up from his seat there beside the girl, his grip tight on a bottle that was still a little under halfway full. “I’m going to get another drink. Did anyone else want another drink? Lauren, you good? I could go grab another drink. You know what, you just sit here and I’ll grab you another drink.”

[exilethegame]

Me "Imma reread the exile for some of that sweet Syfyn + MC romance <3"

Also Me "There's only like... 4 scenes between the two and one of those is Syf kicking MC's ass..."

Me "But if I read it twice, that's like... 8 scenes! :D"

Basically I love Syfyn and can't wait for that more of that angsty love <3 Will the 'lock romance out' choices be obvious because I was hoping to be angsty and angry asf at Syf but still in love and am worried it'll lock out the romance

Also was Syf experimented on like MC or know about how MC was 'found'?

Love the Exile and am exicted for more!! Merry Christmas and hope you have a great year <3

Life hacks.

And yes, the romance lock-out choices will be obvious! I'll try to word them as directly as I can, and there'll probably also be a symbol by them like there is for flirt options to help differentiate them from regular angsty choices.

As for the second question, you'll just have to wait and see to get the answers 👀

[acciotherapists]

Little Sparrow Chapter Four

Loki x Reader Mafia AU

When Tony Stark's little sister wakes up deep in enemy territory she assumes her life is over. She'll be killed or worse: used as a bargaining chip against her estranged brother. What happens when the mafia leader, Loki Laufeyson, offers her a deal she can't refuse? No sentiment. Only revenge. What happens when the truth is revealed? Will she betray her only family or betray the man she loves to hate? Little Sparrow is an enemies to lover's fic riddled with betrayal and spice!

Frigga was watching me carefully as my phone began ringing several times. I tried to ignore the calls but he was relentless.

“It’s alright, dear. You should take the call.”

I nodded and answered the phone.

“Where the hell are you, kid? We’re going sick over here with worry!”

“I said I’m fine, Tony! Can you just lay off?”

The door opened and Loki stepped inside. “I heard yelling. Is everything alright?”

“Is that Laufeyson?” Tony shouted and I pulled the phone away from my ear.

“Who are you talking to?”

Frigga answered for me. “Her brother wouldn’t stop calling.”

“Give me the phone.”

I looked up at him. “What?”

“Give me the phone.”

“Tony, I… I gotta go.”

Y/n, what the hell is going on?”

I handed Loki the phone and he smirked as he put the phone to his ear. “Well, hello there, Stark… Your sister? Oh, she’s just fine. She’s been having a nice little chat with my mother. They’re about to go shopping together. Isn’t that fun?” There was a pause and Loki’s smirk grew wider. “She’s mine, Stark.” Another pause. “Don’t worry your little playboy head. She’s perfectly safe with me.” He approached me as Tony assumedly yelled into the phone, moving his finger underneath my chin. “I don’t know if she wants me to return her to you,” he chuckled. “I mean, after all… you let her get attacked and never even came to find her. It was me that found her and brought her back here. I think she’s quite content where she is.” Loki rolled his eyes, pulling the phone a few inches from his ear. “Your brother is loud, little one.”

I smirked, grabbing his hand and moving it to my cheek. “Tell me about it. Try living with him.”

Loki chuckled, returning the phone to his ear. “We can discuss the details of her return once you bring me what I want.” With that he ended the call and tossed the phone on the bed.

“Done with me already, Laufeyson?”

He chuckled. “Oh, little one. I have no intention of letting you go but if your brother and his friends are angry it makes it all the more likely I’ll get what I want.”

“And what is it you want?”

He shrugs. “I guess you’ll find out, won’t you?”

I rolled my eyes. “More secrets, huh?”

“It’s what I do best.”

“Loki,” frigga warned.

Before he could say anything his phone rang and he growled in annoyance, pulling it from his pocket.

“Yeah?... What?... Shit, I’ll be there in ten.” He hung up the phone and turned to us.

“Fandral reported suspicious activity in New Asgard. Someone reported seeing Thor near there.”

“Why would he be there?”

“Looking for her.”

“Why is that a problem?” Frigga asked. “We know she’s nowhere near there.”

“But they don’t know that and I don’t want them looking too deep into that town. They need to stay off our turf.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead and hugged Frigga. “Take her into town and get her some things to wear.” He handed Frigga his card. “I’ll have Heimdal and Syf go with you both just in case.”

Frigga nodded and he left the room.

“Does that happen often?” I asked. “Him having to leave like that?”

She nodded. “Unfortunately, yes. It’s part of the job.”

***

Frigga took me into town and bought me way more outfits than I needed. I tried to refuse but she insisted, explaining that Loki would want me to have plenty of clothes and feel more at home. Syf and Heimdal seemed nice enough though they didn’t talk much as they were always on alert for threats around us.

It was strange how comfortable it felt talking to Frigga and the time passed far quicker than we realized. She looked down at her watch and chuckled.

“I suppose we should be getting back. Despite my insistence on helping them, Syf and Heimdal carried the bags to the car and we returned to their home.

Loki was waiting for us when we arrived. Syf and Heimdal brought the bags to our room and Loki crossed the room, seeming visibly shaken up. He wrapped his arms around his mother and then me. “Are you both alright?”

“Of course we’re alright, son. What’s happened?”

“It was a trap. Tony used Thor to lure me out. He knew I would come.”

“Did they hurt you?” I asked and he shook his head.

“No, but when you were gone for so long… I worried… I thought you might’ve been hurt. I thought they might’ve gotten to you.”

Frigga smiled, placing a hand on her son’s cheek. “We’re alright, my son. Y/n and I just got talking and we lost track of time.”

“Why didn’t you answer when I called?”

“You know I never bother with that silly phone. I never needed one in Asgard; I certainly won’t need one here.”

“Mother-.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“Here, hand me your phone,” I said.

He looked at me confused before pulling out his phone, typing in the password and reluctantly handing it over. I quickly found his contacts and entered my number before handing him back his phone.

“Now if your mom and I are together and you don’t know where we are you can just call me.”

He looked down at the screen. “That’s your number?”

I nodded as he pressed a button on the screen and my phone buzzed in my pocket. I took it out, showing him the screen.

His eyes softened and he seemed relieved.

“Not big on trust, are you, Laufeyson?”

He shrugged. “You’re an Avenger.”

“Ouch.”

“No, that’s not what I meant!” he rushed to explain. “I just… I don’t usually trust anyone aside from mother and Heimdal.”

“Maybe someday you’ll add me to that list.”

He smirked. “Someday.”

******

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[startyourfuturerp]

would you accept sunshine corazon?

Hey, nons! Thank you so much for your interest in Sunshine!

However, having the character is a little bit of a touchy subject, since Jake Zyrus, who played Sunshine originally on the show, has come out as a trans male, which is amazing and I’m so happy that he can present his true self to the rest of the world.

The way I see it, we have maybe three options:

Play Sunshine Corazon with a different, Filipina actress who matches Sunshine’s…sunshineyness and the vibe of the character.

Play Sunshine Corazon with Jake Zyrus as the faceclaim, making Sunshine Corazon a trans male in character.

Don’t have Sunshine at all.

Personally, I’d love to see Sunshine in game, I just want to be extremely aware of the context we’re working with, especially in terms of race, ethnicity and gender. If you’re interested in playing Sunshine, please contact the main, because I would absolutely love to discuss what you had in mind!