#taggy thing

[ravensilversea]

@amikoroyaiart I'll take that invitation :D

6 random songs from my on repeat playlist

Virgin Sacrifice - The Bridge City Sinners I've Gotta Be Me - Ryan Tedder, Contraband Skol - Peyton Parrish To Life - Fiddler on the Roof (Motion Picture) Missing Persons 1&2 - OneRepublic Haunted - Taylor Swift

No Pressure Tagging: @myrmyrtheorca @steamworksfairy @immacaria @rebo-chan @thevastnessof @kyokosasagawa and anyone else who wants to play!

[softkostyk]

okay but we don’t talk enough about the interview episode. rupert saying he’s only free on valentine’s day but won’t be for long as he glances at where taggie went. him going to the hunt uninvited just because taggie said she’d be there. him helping her stand up for her beliefs—something something making each other better—and their giggling right after. helping her out, calling her angel. the note for gertrude which he signed with his full name and minister for sport so there’s no doubt it’s from him (also, I’m imagining him strolling into the shop and selecting the cutest card for this specifically and I want to scream). taggie trying to find out what declan has planned for the interview and even going to rupert’s ex wife to try and convince him since he wouldn’t listen to her. taggie going to the studio to once again try and save him from humiliation, his surprise and delight that’s she’s there. him being completely honest about something that is very painful for him, and taggie’s expression as she learns this new side of rupert. declan’s question about being in love, and rupert hesitating— because he knows he’s halfway there—and realizing he’s truly never felt that before her. him saying he can count the most on his dogs (though he knows he can count on taggie and can’t say it), and taggie being a little disappointed, but also smiling at his sweetness. rupert staring at her at the bar, quietly enamored, and the way his face falls when declan tells him to stay away from taggie—not just because he doesn’t want to stay away, but mostly because some part of him knows he should (he doesn’t feel worthy of her). her asking him to dance, him watching declan go and think “I can’t do this to him.” and leaving, even though he really doesn’t want to.”I’m sorry, angel” ♡

[blergarfvader]

I believe in a thing called love - Rupert and Taggie

[ravensilversea]

*insert I am in danger meme*

I don't trust this woman. I think I'd be physically safe, but I don't think I'd have a good time

No pressure tags: @steamworksfairy and @immacaria

the og post was way too long so I'm making a new one

thanks for the tag @lombolica !! :D

You're stuck in a room with the last character in your gallery how safe are you

very safe

the worst thing that could happen is him being clumsy, so I think I'm alright (unless monsters find him I guess)

tagging (no pressure): @flaretheidiot @lemonic-whimssyy @wibbly-wobbly-blog @cryptidanathema @virtualunease @aurlworthfightingfor @angrysheep @sugarplumanderson @time-travelling-chaos @fateisnotafactor @monstrousmaws @sinfulauthor @idkaguyorsomething @vampireopossum and anyone who wants to do this!

[ravensilversea]

Writing Patterns Meme

[Plain text: "Writing Patterns Meme" in big text. /End PT]

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Thanks for the tag @hopeswriting! I have a nice spread of fics here, across multiple fandoms and from more serious fics to more cracky fics:

1. It was a well-known fact that every dog needs a doghouse, especially if they are a talking dog who can draw pictures in the dirt with a stick. - Snoopy and the Emo-Haired Kid (Peanuts/KHR)

2. Air blasts out of the white box unit above the door as Chrome pushes it open with a hand. - The Art of Butterfly Photography (KHR)

3. Reborn wants to commit Skull’s body to memory. - Renew our vows of love (and forget the sad, dull pain) (KHR)

4. “You don’t remember me…?” Fives’ smile shakes, and he takes a step back. - But I with mournful tread (Star Wars)

5. The largest exhibition hall in the Jedi Temple is almost too small for the sheer number of clone troopers in it now. - Victory Comes Late (Star Wars)

6. Tsuyoshi runs a cloth over the blade of his sword, and Nana pours a bottle of handmade sake over the bodies before dropping a match on them. - Love in the Time of Zombies (KHR)

7. Swirls of steam rise from the mug of tea resting on a tattered crochet coaster. - Let the Rain Kiss You (KHR)

8. “You could go back, you know,” Aloy says in the middle of looting a supply chest. - I'll Tell You How the Sun Rose (HZD/KHR)

9. “Have you tried a Ouija board?” Skull asks, voice almost tinny over the phone. - Use Your Words (Here's a Ouija Board) (KHR)

10. Nie Mingjue has little warning before a sharp whip-crack and flickering purple light fills the alley he’s using as a shortcut to his brother’s rehearsal. - All's Fair in Love and War (The Untamed)

What have we learned?

[Plain text: "What have we learned?" in medium text. /End PT]

Ngl, I kind of expected more dialogue opening lines 😂 I feel like I default to those as a way to just jump right in to a fic, but clearly if I do, it doesn't survive past edits and rewrites. I think the overall pattern is that each opening line kinda sets the scene and overall tone of the fic. Like guess which of these lean more crack and which lean more serious, which are the fluffs and which are the angst, find the hidden smutty fic in there - There's two or three in this list that might throw a curveball or are kind of ambiguous, but for the most part...

(It's Ouija Board, Ouija Board does throw a curveball at the end XD)

It's honestly wild how consistent that is though. Because I write a variety of fics and fandoms, and I know I don't write the same for my more cracky fics as I do my more serious. Huh. I guess you can almost always know what you're getting into from my first lines 😂

I'm no-pressure tagging: @seijuurouxryuu, @immacaria, @masterdisastre and @onceabluemoonwrites, and anyone else who wants to play!

[allthedevilishthingswedo]

These Brunette X Redheads have taken over my soul lately! 😍

[pieflavoredartz]

(CLICK FOR THAT SWWWWWEEEEEET QUAILITY 😽😈 )

HAPPY BELATED TOADIE KIRABOSS ANNIVERSARYYYY‼️‼️ pfft it was yesterday but time lost me ( honest, we were walkin togethert then BAM time.. gone)

its been a slower year but ta thonk think its been like 4-5? amaztasicccc dawg. i hope this yea i can make yall happy w more kiraboss as this ship has made MEE HAPPY YAYYY

anywelps take these *hands em too youuu* :]]

n a lil surprise under the cut ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

[mad-aims]

I know I wasn’t tagged but I wanna do this! Tagging myself on. Sorry not sorry! 🤣

Neurodivergent Coded

You're the one weirdo character who's a weirdo in just the right way. You miss the social cues, you can't flirt, you like things purely on color or texture. You fidget, you can't sit still, your house is either extremely dirty or very neat. Reddit hates you, Tumblr loves you.

As for who I tag, well hmmm all my fellow Good Omens brain rot sufferers of course! @bildads-shoes @handyowlet @toriisded @captainspectrumreportingforduty @di-42 @eviebane @crowl333y @crowley-saturn @katiehavok @eybefioro @0owhatsamsays @princeloww @benartin @cobragardens @actually-azi @kurj @nightgoodomens @forwheat-is-wheat

I think that’s all of you. Anyone I’ve missed, I apologise! Hope you do this anyway! Ciao!

Aims.

I was tagged by @ex-supreme-archangel-gabriel but it seems the post is no longer rebloggable. So I’ve decided to start a new post!

What to do:

Post the results from this quiz.

Create yourself in this picrew. (or attach a drawing of yourself instead!)

Tag some friends!

I’ll start.

So Much Fanfiction

You have so, so much fanfiction, either because you're so shippable, or because you're hot. Maybe both. Probably both. You definitely flirt with everyone, either way. Tumblr and Twitter love you and showers you with queer headcanons. Reddit keeps a safe distance.

Thank you, for the tag Gabriel! I… well. we do seem rather popular online. and have had people meddle in our personal lives affairs so much so we have finally ended up together.

@thedemon-crowley , @the-angel-muriel , @imthebentley , @bentleysbeetle , @samael-your-guardian-angel , @asmodeus-fallen-principality , and anyone else who would like to join in! There’s no obligation to join in, I simply thought it was fun!

[grossrottie]

Okaaaay, it’s official, I have a crush on Fear from Inside Out 😭😭😭 I haven’t personally seen the second one, so I’m not sure the voice actor, but aaaaaaaaaaaa I’m kicking my feet rn

HES SO CUTEEEE

[thelighttasteslikelasagna]

archiveofourown.org/works/46869589

word count: 1940

pairing: Brian Wilcox (Fast Food Nation)/Reader

summary: Brian thinks you're such a prude. Always flinching when he spits into the burgers. Not just a prude, you're a coward for not telling him to stop.

OR

Reader has an obvious spit kink, and Brian's perspective is hard to work with.

Brian thinks you're a prude for flinching and looking away every time he spits in a burger. Not just a prude, a coward for also not telling him to stop. It's like you disapprove, but you don't have the guts to tell him to stop.

You continue to quietly work alongside him, looking away whenever he spits onto a burger and rubs the bun over the patty to get an even layer of spit all over it. He grins as he does so- it's his one point of pride against every stuck up asshole customer that raises their voice against the cashier. Whenever he looks at you and snaps, asking if you're judging him, you quickly look away and mumble an apology, and he continues to glare at you, before shoving the order out and letting the cashier on shift know that the order is ready.

Brian is inattentive, but he's not slow. He notices that you only flinch when he spits in the burgers. When he doesn't wash his hands while handling food, you barely bat an eyelid. When a frozen beef patty falls on the ground and he tosses it onto the grill, you continue working without giving it a second look. When he accidentally squirts mayonnaise on the counter and swipes it up with a finger to slather it under the bun (arguably a worse infraction than the spitting), you simply continue working. It confuses him at first. How come you only get nervous with the spitting?

Realizations do not dawn upon Brian. They do not come to him in slow puzzle pieces of recognition and a singular answer. They come like starfall and the hot oil from the deep fryer, and an all-encompassing roar in the jumble of his mind.

To his credit, it hits him when he spits in a burger, and you look away with a sharp inhale. He's about to ask you what the hell your problem is, when his glance lowers, and he sees your legs awkwardly crossed together, along with an uncomfortable look on your face. It leads to him realizing that this whole time, you were-

"What?" he snaps, though the question is addressed more to himself, as if in disbelief that he did not notice it sooner.

"Nothing- nothing! Go on!" you shakily say, and abandon your station, off to do another mundane task at breakneck speed.

Brian smirks to himself, an awful, wide smile that rarely shows on his face. He was rarely offered the upper hand, and now that he had it, he would abuse it until it was rubbed raw. It's ridiculous in hindsight, how he did not notice it sooner. What he perceived as your judgment wasn't actually judgment at all, you were staring in yearning. His disgusting little act, an act he saw as defiance, was one you perceived as dominance in a more carnal aspect.

The rest of the shift passes by normally, and you eventually drift back to his side, appearing to forget the earlier incident. You continue to slap meals together and push them out at a languid pace, and he keeps an eye on you.

You're not very good at hiding your skittish nature around him. You're nervous around Brian that would indicate that you thought he was going to kill you if you misstepped around him, or, well, had a crush on him. Brian always assumed it was the former, he knew how intimidating he could be, even in the silly yellows and reds of his shitty condiment-stained customer service outfit. He's still tall, imposing, with dry-from-dye black hair and an indifferent look on his face. But you try to be innocently affable around him, an attitude he normally dismissed as you being friendly. The spitting, however, hints at a more perverse side that you're hiding.

A side he does not mind coaxing out.

He spends the rest of the shift wondering if you're thinking about him. Are you hoping he spits on your cheek? On your face? Even in a burger? Brian allows himself to get lost in that fantasy. Making a burger just for you. Bun, lettuce, tomato, patty- ahh. He would make a disgusting noise at the back of his throat, and hock a large glob of spit, right onto the bland patty. A viscous seasoning of his own. His train of thought gets the better of him, and he imagines what other bodily fluids you'll happily eat on that burger, why doesn't he just drop his pants and add a healthy dose of-

"Brian?" a voice snaps him from his thoughts, and startled, he turns to his side, to see you. You look hesitant, as if you didn't want to interrupt what he was thinking about, and oh, it's a good thing you interrupted him, he didn't trust where his thoughts were about to lead him.

"End of the shift already?" he asks hoarsely, and you nod.

Brian shrugs off his uniform in the locker room with ease, an annoying second layer that presses over his dark clothes. The smell of the fryer clings to his casual clothes, and he scoffs to himself, and digs through his locker for some gum. The end of a shift always leaves the taste of the kitchen in his mouth, and gum helps him get rid of it.

You're the one with a bit more difficulty with the uniform. You're trying to get the strings on your apron to cooperate with you. You nearly ask Brian for help with the strings, but you keep your mouth shut, you don't want it to come off as a coy suggestion. So you struggle with the strings as Brian pops some gum in his mouth, chewing and watching you.

At last, you manage to squirm out of the uniform, and you shed it off to reveal your own clothes with a satisfied sigh. Your own clothes are a touch brighter than his, he notes, trying to not think about how your sigh sounded, what other sounds he could eke from your throat. He chews his own gum thoughtfully, before realizing he's staring at you.

"Gum?" he asks, deceptively casual. He holds up his box of gum, showing he has a few sticks of gum left. You turn to him with a noise of surprise, and nod with excitement.

"Open up." he says, a slight command to his tone, and he revels with the mindless obedience you display, opening your mouth and slightly sticking out your tongue with an 'aaaah'. There's a curl to the edge of your lips, a smile as you wait for him to unwrap a stick of gum and toss it into your mouth. Brian is inadvertently reminded of a dog waiting for a treat, with you in complete obedience, or a pornstar, in those magazines he keeps under his bed.

Brian smiles, while chewing his own gum. If he had any shred of decency, he would have asked for permission, he would have apologized for what he was about to do, hell, he wouldn't have done it at all.

But Brian Wilcox is not a boy with a shred of decency.

Brian takes a step closer to you, and you falter slightly, but keep your mouth open. Obedience keeps you rooted to the spot, keeps your mouth open. He doesn't have a shred of decency or obedience in him.

An annoyingly sentimental side of him wants to cup your cheek, to make this moment a little more special, but he risks you ruining the intimate moment and pulling away, and he's testing his boundaries as is by simply stepping closer to you. Whatever he's going to do, he has to do it fast.

So in one quick motion, Brian spits his chewed-gum into your mouth, along with a generous amount of spit. To anybody that came up behind him, it would have looked like a tender kiss shared between coworkers after a tense shift, but it is anything but.

You feel Brian's spit and gum hit your tongue, and immediately, you recoil, and your face flusters, going into a deep red.

You cry out as you look up at Brian, and it looks like you're about to scream, so Brian immediately reacts by slapping his palm over your mouth. He allows himself a moment of uncertainty, that maybe he misinterpreted the signs from earlier, that maybe you think he's a complete fucking freak, and that you're definitely going to report him for harassment and assault, and that he accidentally ruined what was a good mutual respect between you and him.

But he swallows that down, and lets a veneer of confidence wash over him- the same kind of confidence that lets him spit into each burger. He looks into your eyes, and starts to talk. He can't tell what you're feeling, your eyes are wide in surprise from his gesture, but your lashes are fluttering, and he's not sure if that's a flirtation, or if you're blinking in Morse code to tell him to go fuck himself.

"Hey, hey, ssh. Seen the way you look at me." he whispers, and he feels like one of those animal tamers, trying to soothe a wild animal.

"You're gonna be good for me and keep my gum in your mouth, right?" he continues, and uses his thumb to stroke the side of your cheek, a placating gesture. He's seen couples in school do this, so it's gotta work on you, right? And it does, like magic. Even under his greasy fingers, you seem to nearly go limp, your eyelids grow heavy, even with his palm over your mouth. You give a slow nod.

"Not gonna scream or do any of that shit?" he asks, and tries to negate any panic in his tone by asking it like an order. You shake your head, and it's sickening, how Brian feels this power over you. He's just spat in your mouth, and you let him. Your pupils are blown wide, looking at him, and some primal aspect of Brian recognizes it as lust, an emotion he's never had directed towards him.

He pats the side of your cheek in a condescending gesture, and lets go of his hand over your mouth. True to your word, you don't scream. Even better, your jaw slowly moves, chewing the gum he spat into your mouth. Brian finds that he likes it.

You're far- very far from the prude he initially imagined you as. If you were, you would have spat out his gum and the spitglob onto the floor the second he let go of your mouth, dainty hands splayed over your mouth and trying to get his taste out of your mouth. You make a small face, he recognizes your tongue swirling at the side of your cheek- and his eyes widen, realizing that you're actually chasing the taste of his spit over the flavored gum, swirling it around your mouth.

You make a small swallowing motion- Brian greedily imagines that it's his spit going down your throat. You continue to chew his gum, and look up at him in silence.

"Good job, doll." Brian mumbles, looking at you. He heard it once from a porno, with a macho buff guy complimenting a buxom girl after she'd performed a sexual act and swallowed something of his. Brian doesn't think he's a macho guy, but with the way you're looking at him, he feels like you see him as one. A heady rush comes over him, a much more intimate sense of power than the first time he spat in a burger as defiance.

"Good job."

[wisteriagrcve]

Continue | @blueheartedmayor

"Yes you heard correctly. Tea party." The redhead put her hands together behind her back. "Earl Grey isn't a bad tea. It's quite lovely with some milk and honey. Of course I have more than just green tea and Earl Grey. I have this fun one that's Butterfly Pea leaves. It's blue but if you put lemon in it....it turns purple!"

She walks down the steps. "We can sit and chat in my shop. I have a comfortable room to lounge in. Usually where I do my tarot readings. Barnum will have a dog bed to lay on once we get there." She'd just make one appear. Her shop wasn't exactly a normal spot anyhow... Being in a void or time loop or whatever it was. Just wasn't on a normal plane of existence.

"Oh and I'll make snacks!" It wouldn't be a tea party without snacks.

[thylacines-toybox]

Raccoon blankie by Taggies with crinkle and squeaker, bought while in London in December 2022

[ravensilversea]

10 Songs Tag

Thanks for the tag @vcaudley!

rules: shuffle your "on repeat" playlist and list the first 10 songs and tag 10 people!

Silent Night by Casting Crowns

Hunting the Wren by Heather Dale

The Hangar by Ludwig Goransson (The Mandalorian)

Superman by Rachel Platten

Arcadia by Faun

Takeoff by Adam Young

Dear Me by Nichole Nordeman

Overjoyed by Bastille

A New Hope and End Credits by John Williams and London Symphony Orchestra (Revenge of the Sith)

Look What You Made Me Do by Our Last Night

No pressure tagging: @chaoticpanenergy @thevastnessof @immacaria @hopeswriting @zoroara and anyone else who wants to play and say I tagged them!

[ravensilversea]

I'll join in! This is such a cute picrew :D

Tagging anyone who wants to do it!

Thank you, @virgo-dream, for the tag!! This was lovely to do!!

Piccrew link here!!

I'm tagging @cannibalhellhound @mure-sauvage @aquilathefighter @staroftheendless and anyone else who wants to do it!!

[whosname]

One taggy thingy from @sebfreak, dunno why this tests keep calling me silly.

"Your Result: ranchu goldfish you got ranchu goldfish! you are a silly little guy with silly little wiggles! you enjoy the company of other silly goofy goobers :)"

[jisungshotfirst]

spotify wrapped charts :

tagged by @blizzardfluffykpop thank you dear!

I feel like my top artist and songs r the least surprising they could possibly be ... dndnd 🫶 the rest of my artists surprised me a lil!! I have the most songs (obvs apart from vity fjdj) on the playlist from xdinary zebi and aespa and yet ... 🤔🤔🤔 anyway🩷 fly is the greatest gift to humankind

tagging @prideunbi @habadabadooda @xiaojuun @sharkie-stay @crossant-creachure @ambivartence if y'all use any dsps and want to share 🩷🩷