#tjada-sees-the-world-go-round

[vcsecretgifts]

For: @tjada-sees-the-world-go-round

From: @glassygaze

I went with your third choice: Gabrielle! Because who doesn’t want to draw a vampire milf? I hope you like my gift, I very much enjoyed making it :)

Happy Holidays!!

-Ginni (glassygaze)

[lilsum4]

I've followed you for years now and I just want to say that it always has been a delight

Hi @tjada-sees-the-world-go-round​! You must have the patience of a saint as I post almost never and seemingly update only when the cosmos have aligned into some unforeseen pattern approximately seen once every billion years...and so I appreciate you hanging in there all the more!

[rudjedet]

tjada-sees-the-world-go-round replied to your post: Things I don’t want to hear when I tell you about...

….why would they have trouble spelling it, they have a class list?!?! Also that really is one of the least important factors to think about when naming a child. What a dumb argument

Right? It’s not like they have to ask each kid at the beginning of the school year to say their name so they can write it down lol. Dunno why people insist on bringing this up. It is also often accompanied by “well and you have to make sure the other kids can’t make fun of the name”

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listen

lissen

mean kids, if they really want, can make fun of ANY name. a n y  fucking name whatsoever. They called me Bonja which... literally has no meaning in Dutch let alone a bad one, and they still managed to make it sound like an insult, so what do you want me to do, not give my kid a name at all or what

[fyeahwonderbat]

Hey I'm a bit confused, my gift is finished and I planned to post it tomorrow but am I supposed to tag my giftee or not? I feel so dumb 😅

You can definitely tag the giftee! Some people were given a person that might be on another platform like Twitter, so I just have to make sure that every giftee is notified that their gift is posted. ~ Maiden

[atheistj]

Top 5 inspirational songs

1. Heroes- David Bowie

2. Born to Run- Bruce Springsteen

3. Respect- Aretha Franklin

4. I Will Survive- Gloria Gaynor

5. Unwritten- Natasha Bedingfield

ask me my top 5 anything

[thatworldinverted]

tjada-sees-the-world-go-round replied to your post “Okay, The Haunting of Hill House has been out for three days and there...”

Its so good I honestly wouldnt know what to add to it besides the stories of the original ghosts 

I would write about (if I were going to write fic for it, which I keep telling myself I am not) some of the gaps in the timeline. The kids as they grow up, and their disastrously fucked-up attempts to cope, because you know they were worse as teenagers. What Hugh was doing while the kids were with Aunt Janet. What Olivia experienced between the past and the present. Or, ooh, a weird stream-of-consciousness thing from the POV of the house itself. A deeper exploration of the Twin Bond between Nell & Luke. OH, Arthur experiencing ghostly echoes of Nell’s nightmares. 

Not that I have a bunch of ideas or anything. 

[got7doubleb]

Number 37 😘

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? 

Hmm. harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban. I dont read a lot of books. I do read a lot of fics. the last book i read was lang leav - lullabies. I should probably read more. lol

[nieloxychen]

oc gift exchange for @tjada-sees-the-world-go-round

its santana!! 

both in casual and fighting outfits!! hes having a (secret) blood drink ;) he was really fun to draw, especially getting to play with the techwear/cyberpunk aesthetic

i hope you like it <3333

and thanks to @laikaslaststand for running this!!! 💚✨

[vcsecretgifts]

From: @littletrouper

Merry Christmas @tjada-sees-the-world-go-round!

I loved your prompt and tried to include everything, so here we have a weekly meeting of the Lestat "Fanclub" where Armand, Gabrielle, Louis and Daniel play poker and "praise" the Prince 🤭 Mojo's there too, just chillin'

Happy holidays! ⛄🌲🎄🎅

[fyeahwonderbat]

This is so cute! A lovely WonderBat present for @wonderbat1003 from your Secret Santa, @tjada-sees-the-world-go-round! ~ Maiden

Hello @wonderbat1003 I was your secret santa for the Wonderbatholiday organised by @fyeahwonderbat !!! Hope you like it and merry Christmas if you celebrate!

[unearthing-the-ghost]

happy holidays to @tjada-sees-the-world-go-round! i was your secret santa for the @ocsecretartexchange! i hope that you like it!

[monster-bait]

I’m snowed into my hotel room, and thus writing all day—Fae-bruary prompts, maybe?

My sluggish, northern blood is greatly amused that a mere 5 inches of snow (which is a typical Wednesday morning when you live north of the wall) has completely incapacitated a major metropolitan, but here we are. 

I’m going to be working on Monster Matches (@severedreamerbeard & @tjada-sees-the-world-go-round you’re up next!) AND I will be taking some Fae-bruary prompts for some fae goodness this month! 

My Inbox is open!

[kumeko]

pick me up

Prompt: Diana/Bruce, based off the Justice League cartoon

A/N: I’m not sure if I got the characterizations quite right, it’s been ages since I’ve seen the cartoon and I used my bad memory and youtube clips. 😊 For the @dc-secret-santa, for @tjada-sees-the-world-go-round 

Summary: A rare, disorganized Bruce. Perhaps it was a good thing Diana had ambushed him in his manor.

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“Your tea is impeccable as always.” Diana sniffed her porcelain cup lightly, a light, florid fragrance rose with the steam. Tea was not a luxury they had on the island, but she had become fond of it all the same. “Flowers?”

 “Jasmine, to be exact.” Alfred smiled proudly as he set down the teapot. He was surprisingly spry for his age but living with Bruce, he probably had to be. She’d seen his handiwork with Bruce’s wounds, for a butler this man had a lot of talents. “I thought you might like it.”

 “I can’t imagine you’ll make anything I won’t like.” Diana chuckled before taking a sip. “Mmm. As I thought. Impossible.”

 “You praise me too well.” Alfred pulled out a pocket watch. “Master Bruce should be down shortly, he’s done his morning routine by this point.”

 “He overworks himself a lot, doesn’t he?” Diana asked wryly, knowing without asking just what time he went to bed last night. Or every night. While she could admire the work ethic, sometimes it bordered obsession.

 No, if she were honest, it probably was entirely obsession. The Wayne dining room was as grand as ever, a wide room that could fit several dozen people at the table and more when converted to a dance floor. But that was only if people were invited, only if there were others in the room, and without the warmth of laughter and companions, the room was just imposing and cold. Sometimes she could see the little boy orphaned by his parents, alone in a mansion that was too quiet, too empty.

 It was a feeling she understood only after leaving her island. A different type of isolation, but isolation indeed.

 “He does.” Alfred frowned. She could imagine this was an argument he had many times. “I can only hope one day he’ll learn to take care of himself.”

 “That’s what we’re here for.” Diana took another sip of the tea. “He’s quite fortunate I’m a patient immortal.”

 “Patient?” Alfred asked, and she wondered what stories Bruce had told him. None of them good, she was sure.

 “Mostly,” Diana amended with a light shrug. “He does test it.”

 At the sound of steps, she looked at the entrance to the dining room, the hallway that lead to the grand staircase. After several minutes, Bruce Wayne walked in, dressed in a fluffy nightgown. Part of his persona, she assumed, it didn’t really feel like something he’d wear. After scanning the room, Bruce didn’t say anything, just stared her until Alfred cleared his throat. “Sir, breakfast is ready. And it is rude to stare at guests.”

 “Don’t worry, no one saw me enter.” She smiled pleasantly at him, all too aware of the source of his irritation.

 “That is not the point,” he grumbled, running a hand through his messy hair. Bedhead, as they called it. There was something disarming about how disorganized he looked, especially considering how carefully he hid that side of him from the league.

 “I thought I’d pick you up for our shift.” Diana continued innocently, as though this were a regular thing and not the first time she’d ambushed him. “Though you might want to hurry, Clark is already there.”

 He opened his mouth as though to say something before releasing a disgruntled sigh. “I’ll be in the cave in ten minutes.”

 “Master Bruce, if you behave like that, she won’t know you’re happy,” Alfred admonished, a teasing twinkle in his eye, and perhaps she had been wrong. This room had not been as quiet as she imagined.

 “Alfred, I don’t…” Bruce brow furrowed as he stared at his butler. After a few minutes, realizing the futility of it all, he turned to Diana. “Ten minutes. The cave.”

 And then he turned on his heel and stalked out of the room.

 “He’s a little shy,” Alfred apologized, shaking his head sadly.

 “Just a little,” she agreed, stifling a giggle.

[got7doubleb]

Hey too lazy for a real assumption but....I think you prefer lighter over darker colour 😘

hmm. i wont say i prefer light colours but i would say that recently i tend to like things that are pastel. so true but nor so true

make an assumption about me and i’ll tell you if it’s true or false

[captaincadash]

I've had the most wonderful surprise for me today with my Wintersent package showing at my post office ^^

@tjada-sees-the-world-go-round you are such a magical santa 💜 thank you so much, it is such a warm and cute package and I love every bit of it ^_^

Thank you for making it with all your heart and especially for you beautiful-beautiful art!

[marvelousbirthdays]

Happy Birthday, tjada-sees-the-world-go-round

October 6 - fluffy Rogue/Gambit fic, please. Just a sweet meet-cute with flirty Remy and totally done with it Rogue maybe for @tjada-sees-the-world-go-round

Written by @ozhawkauthor 

The only person Remy had met so far at the X-Mansion who didn’t seem to have a stick rammed right up their ass was Logan Howlett, and the Wolverine had taken one look at him and grunted “Oh, fuck off ya Cajun asshole. Nobody wants your flirtin’ ways here.”

It didn’t seem like he was going to fit in too well, but then Remy LeBeau had never fit in anywhere all that well - anywhere save at a card table, anyway. He’d promised Xavier he’d give it a week and consider the job offer - there were a lot of things he could teach gifted kids they’d need to know to pass in the real world. He could be useful here, but happy? He didn’t know about that.

At least, until he was wandering the corridors late one night and saw a door ajar, soft light and laughter coming from within. Nudging the door open slightly, he glanced in to find half a dozen kids sitting at a table, cards in front of them, a bottle being passed around.

“Y’all know what the legal drinking age is in this state?” he drawled.

“Twenty-one, and we’re all over it, so get over yourself,” a girl with her back to him snapped without even turning around. “Just because Kitty looks twelve…”

“Shut it,” the tiny young woman at the other end of the table threw a peanut. It missed completely, sailing past the girl’s head. Remy caught it neatly, flicked it into his mouth and crunched down with a wink at the tiny girl. She blushed slightly.

“You’re Gambit, aren’t you? We heard about you. Like to join us? Pull up that other chair, Bobby.”

A husky blond leaned out from the table to grab the indicated chair and dragged it in. “Come on, Gambit,” he invited. “We’ve all been warned not to play with you for money, but since we’re playing for matchsticks anyway, it’s all good.”

“If ya got a stake,” another blond man drawled in a distinctly Australian accent.

“John,” the huge guy at the end of the table remonstrated. He was the only face Remy recognised; a guy that big was hard to miss. Piotr, also known as Colossus. “Here,” the Russian said, pushing a pile of matchsticks in front of the empty chair. “I do not mind sharing.”

“Because you’re winning!” Bobby pointed out with a laugh as Remy decided he might as well join them. If they really all were over twenty-one, they must be the permanent members of the on-call X-Men, and therefore possible future team-mates.

Piotr made the introductions as Remy took a seat, giving both real names and code-names. The tiny woman was Kitty Pryde, or Shadowcat. The pretty Chinese woman was Jubilee - name and codename, as she grinned at him - and Bobby was apparently Iceman. John, the Australian, was Pyro, which made Remy give him a sideways glance, having heard that name in other circles. Pyro glowered back at him.

Well, Remy wasn’t afraid of a firestarter. Shrugging, he scooped his matchsticks into a pile, glancing towards the woman who’d had her back to the door as Piotr made the las introduction.

“Anna-Marie D’Ancanto, also known as Rogue.”

She was glorious, porcelain-pale skin framed by long dark hair with a thick white streak down the front. Melting brown eyes glanced over him dismissively before she lifted a pack of cards in her gloved hands to shuffle them.

“Want me to handle that for you, cher?” Remy said instinctively. “Can’t be easy with gloves on.”

“I’ve got it, sugah.”

She was deft enough not to irritate him, at least, and the Southern accent was charming. Southern Mississippi, Remy guessed, and she didn’t bother trying to conceal it. Fascinated, he could barely take his eyes off her as she dealt, considered her hole cards and tossed some matchsticks into the pot to call.

He had a pair of tens, and the flop brought out another one, so he decided to play the hand out. Everyone else but Rogue and Pyro folded, and Pyro tossed his cards in with a grimace when the river produced an eight.

“Y’in, Cajun?” Rogue drawled, sliding in another pile of matchsticks.

He couldn’t see a win for her. The ten was the highest card on the table, and the only two in the same suit were the ten and the eight, both hearts. Maybe she had two hearts and was hoping for a third, in which case she might have him beat. Worth seeing, anyway.

“Why not, beautiful.” He winked at her, and she turned over the final card to reveal a nine of hearts.

Which might give her a flush, or even a straight. But since there was a nine of spades on the table, he had a full house. The only way she could possibly win was if she had the queen and jack of hearts, and the odds were against that. She was nibbling on her lip now, those melting brown eyes cast down at the table, and Remy hid a smirk. She was trying to hide triumph, but she had no way to know he had her beat.

She declined to up the bet, and he decided to be magnanimous. It was her first time, after all. Laying his cards down with a flourish, he smiled at her.

Rogue smiled back and flipped her own hole pair.

“Non,” Remy said in disbelief as the queen and jack of hearts smirked up at him and the rest of the table erupted in applause.

“Maybe we should play for money, after all,” Rogue said with a sweet smile, scooping the pile of matchsticks in front of her.

Remy smiled back dangerously. “Or clothes, p’tite? If you think your luck will hold, that is.”

He was gratified to see a blush come to her pale cheeks, a swallow in her throat as she held his gaze for only a moment. Catcalls and whoops around the table showed the amusement of the others at their clash, but Remy knew what he saw.

Sooner or later, he and Rogue would be playing for clothes. Though she might have taken the first hand, in the end Gambit’s luck would win the day. And the fair lady.