#we're back baybeee

[ask-dbd-nea]

Nea! You exist! You get lost in the fog out there?

[spectre-adventure]

H...hello? Is this where I'd find 'Ross'? Do you, uh, just deal with ghosts or can you deal with demons too... Or monsters? Asking for my manager......

- Cheryl [Normal Office]

"May take a while for him to get up, but I assure you he is very good at his job!

.. To a point, at least."

[srapsodia]

*arrives at the party a decade late* wow have you guys heard of this manga called haikyuu!! ? it's really good y'all should read it!

[teapottroubles]

Time had stayed at a perfect standstill for the spirit, for who knows how long now. The sliver of life she had to cling to had made Nymh completely dormant, in a last ditch effort to preserve such an old beast... Until now. Now there was sound again, there was feeling ever so slowly returning to her surface. Some muffled, gentle voice pulled Nymh from her stasis, her first sign of life taking the act of twitching ears. ' I came for you... '

The words echoed about in the guardian's head until she found the strength to open her eyes for the first time in days, and oh what a sight. The goddess in front of her, as beautiful as her memory had preserved her. Every small touch from Beata felt warm, and in a way, strengthening.

" Bhí a fhios agam go mbeadh tú… Mo sholas. "

Next were her hands. Nymh tried to move her fingers, one at a time until she could rub her thumbs on the pads of her fingers. The giant moved slowly, but eventually she reached out to take the woman's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. The blight that once infected her limbs had simply vanished, revealing the old bark that had been suffocated too long. Nymh put her other hand to her chest, and tried to feel for the rise and fall of breathing, and found nothing...

So it hadn't been a nightmare, no trick of the dying mind. They had really stolen her last shred of humanity from her, stripped her of whatever mortal ties she had left... Yet something else was different. She felt lighter, like chains had been weighing her down for centuries, and were now suddenly gone.

" I thought I was to die my lady. I- Bea, why didn't I.. ? I cannot read my own fate anymore. "

Wake up... wake up... Redundant and somewhat agitating, but Beata thought it might be sweet enough if she had kept her voice low enough while trying to rouse Nymh. Would she open her eyes yet? It had been sometime now... "You have slumbered for sometime. Have you tried opening your eyes? I promise something has changed; within you, within the woods." The butterfly allowed the wind to guide her wings down and allow her to perch delicately on Nymh's arm. "She who has stood as time has marched on... It is time to awaken. It's time." In a purple shimmer, the butterfly changed to a woman gently stroking Nymh's arm. She was still tiny in comparison. Beata leaned in for a moment, trying to get some sort of indication that Nymh was still there and the fae hadn't decided to shove her into a succulent. "I'm here," Her voice raised in kindness. "I promised I wouldn't go far. I came for you..." But would she forgive her for the deception...? That would remain to be seen. She chewed gently on her lip. For once, Death guided by Purple Wings was concerned. She was afraid. "Will you take my hand? Everything will be alright." (@teapottroubles HAHAHA I DID IT HAHAHAHA)

[dirtyoldmanhole]

celebrating drawing again with (yet another) gilf smut dump \o/

⚠️ NSFW / gunter x corrin / uncensored image: https://r18-log.kradeelav.com/archives/956

[real-team-luster]

Goodness, it's been a while, hasn't it? I seem to disappear every few weeks. Rest assured we've been hard at work managing the stores, selling the products, and all that other riffraff. But we've recently brought on board some new hires, (exciting, no?) which ideally means I should have much more free time in my busy schedule.

Oh, and since we're discussing important matters: I'm pleased to announce I have accepted Leader Grant's offer to take his place as the Cyllage City Gym Leader. Now, don't go thinking that means I'll be handing out badges right away, not at all! This is just the first step in a lengthy process of review, approval, and sendoff that will have to be checked and signed by the Champion herself, if it gets that far.

In the meantime, I'll be training my team harder than ever, perhaps even catching a few new members. My Pokemon are as steadfast as always, and Fang especially is diving into the task ahead of us with enthusiasm.

I'll return to regular posting as soon as possible, and I hope you all enjoyed your holiday celebrations!

[meerkoetjes]

Ive been growing a mullet which is great in my day to day life where I mostly interact w queer people, but kinda sucks when I have to work at my retail job bc so many people assume long hair = female. Anyway I figured that since customers mostly see me from the front, I could reverse theit logic by pinning my hair back in such a way it seems short if you face me. AND IT WORKED! I got called a fella by a customer!!! It's been a while since I felt such intense gender euphoria fr

[instantarmageddon]

Lads after searching for months i finally found the next size up of tunnels I need to start stretching my ears again (they were literally just on my bedside table and I am an idiot)

[sentientcave]

Wildflowers and Honey

IT'S WIP WEDNESDAY BAYBEEE and you know what that means! It means I've ignored the projects I planned on working on and started working on a semi-historical omegaverse fic instead. Because I haven't written one before I obviously had to make it extra difficult on myself by making it a low-key Western. No blockers for scents or heats we are just out here rawdogging life.

We can blame this on @dragonnarrative-writes tbh, making me want to write omegaverse. But we're HERE now and we're having FUN with it. As per usual the "reader" is an OC.

You hum noncommittally, tugging your sleeves to make sure you’re as covered as possible. “Are you, um, enjoying living here so far?” you ask, hunting for conversation.

“We sure are,” John says. “It gets better all the time. You ladies want to come in for tea? Ain’t got nothing fancy, no one’s made a habit of callin’ on us yet. We’ll be better prepared next time.”

“We’d love to,” Sarah says cheerfully. “Let me just take Nosy to the pond for a drink.” She unhooks the horse quickly, and leads her away, leaving you standing beside the cart, the four alphas all studying you openly.

“Come on in, then.” John steps in beside you, and gently steers you toward the house, his hand pressed against your lower back. Up close, there’s a warm touch of whiskey in his scent. You clamp down on the instinct to lean in closer. You just have to be polite until Sarah’s satisfied that you’ve met your neighbours. They seem nice enough, but you can’t help but feel like a plump little rabbit surrounded by dogs.

The feeling only intensifies when you step inside. You would expect a building that houses four alphas would be overwhelming, maybe even unpleasant, but you’re hit but a combination of heady scents that make your knees weak. Sourdough bread and sweet fruit and spices, honeysuckle, citrus, that warm tobacco and whiskey that clings to John’s skin, faint traces of leather and wood smoke and spruce and sun-dried cotton. It smells homey.

It’s also surprisingly tidy inside, the floors swept clean, the counters and table scrubbed clean. Kyle pulls a chair out for you, and lifts it right off the ground when he slides it back in. “Sorry,” he says when you squeak, but there’s a laugh in his voice, and you suspect he’s not all that sorry. He’s the one that smells like spices, cloves and cardamom, and sweet peach. Something subtle and slightly bitter underneath, like toasted walnut. He makes a low rumbling sound of approval, like he’s just tasted your scent and thinks it’s just as nice.

Soap tosses the package onto the table and moves a chair closer, spinning it around so he can lean on the back of it, propping his chin on his folded arms. His blue eyes are sharper than John’s, a brighter, more intense blue. “So, Kitty—”

“I’d prefer Miss Haydon,” you say weakly.

“Not very neighbourly of you.” Simon sits across from you, his foot tapping yours. You slide your feet under your chair and out of the way. “Figure we ought to be friendly, eh?”

“Oh stoppit, ye wee big bastart, yer scarin’ the poor lass. Put yer eyes away.” Soap reaches over and tilts the brim of Simon’s hat down over his eyes, then looks at you with all the bearing of a large, silly dog that wants praise for doing a good job. “So, Kitty,” he continues, like he hadn’t been corrected before. “D’ye need any help around yer farm? We’re almos’ done our big work for the season, except the big drive down to Helena for market. Happy to help oot where we can.”

“Oh, I don’t think my daddy’s gonna want your help,” you say quickly. “It’s a very kind offer, but he won’t abide other alphas in his territory.”

Dividers by @/cafekitsune

[ask-lab-rats]

WE'RE BACK BAYBEEE!!!

Hope you had an awesome Christmas and New Year's, Dice! I missed this blog, ngl! :D 💙

As for a question - how is Painty holding up? I know the doctor said they were mostly okay, but how do they feel after the examination? (Hopefully not too reminiscent of Cobs' tests?)

- 💙

"I'm.... fine. Sorry if I scared any of you. They said they wanted to 'keep me overnight', what does that mean? Like, keep me in the lab-.... no, um.... hospital?" - Paintbrush

CreatorNotes: I did! My mom wasn't here for new years, but besides that it was good. Also I missed this blog too!

[agbpaints]

Convinced my local Falcon to dial it back to retro for a game this week- we're playing 3rd succession war era 3k bv. Behold, my list: 'Maximilian Liao's crippling gambling addiction'

Every unit's main (and in most cases, only) weapons are missiles so everything's gonna ride on those cluster rolls baybeee. We want pings to the head, random spalling, rogue 20 missile swings from the bulldog.

Battletech understanders feel free to critique the comp, I've got a feeling this is gonna flame out spectacularly but on the off chance it works it'll be really funny

[some-creep]

3, 4, 9, 22

3. Best game you've ever played?

I've played a lot of good games so it's hard to pick a best. Plus games I enjoy playing don't always translate into being “the best” of anything if we're using an overall metric to judge them. Like I love silent hill 3 but she loses points for being made of exclusively identical grey hallways. Nier Gestalt loses points for having mediocre gameplay and a honestly not great route c and d. Mouthwashing loses points for having two sections that are incredibly poorly telegraphed what you're meant to do.

Anyway signalis obviously.

4. Worst game you've ever played?

Carrying on from the previous game everyone loves but I didn't get why. The evil within. Everyone was like IT'S THE SCARIEST GAME EVER MADE SURVIVAL HORROR IS BACK BAYBEEE!!! and it was just. Not fun to play. Then when 2 came out everyone was like yeah the first game? Terrible.

9. A game you turn the volume off every time you play it?

Doom is the first one that comes to mind because I usually just play it while listening to other things and it's such an incredibly loud game even at 1 volume it still overpowers everything else. Oh and any game played on my phone for the exact same reason. I live alone tho so I can play sex with the devil at full volume if I so choose 😈

22. If you could immerse yourself in any game for one day, which game would it be, and what would you do?

I only play games where everything sucks and is bad…so maybe Splatoon. Buying a delicious crusty seanwhich…this could fix me I think. I'm too out of shape to play turf war 😔 with my luck big run will be happening when I'm there and I'll die from that.

[angie-long-legs]

❝ i’ll never look at you the same, i hope you know that. ❞ - from Hotel Husk LET'S PLAY AROUND WITH THE TIMELINE BAYBEEE

betrayal prompts

This was exactly what Angel had been afraid of. This was exactly why he didn't want to go back to the hotel and face the music, to own up to his abhorrent behaviour in the name of doing the right thing. In one fell swoop, he had found himself shunned by the only people he truly considered family, and he couldn't stand it. He deserved it, he knew damn well he deserved it - but that didn't make it any easier to swallow.

He could live without Vox's forgiveness. He suspected he would - being framed for drugging and assaulting someone wasn't exactly the kind of thing that could be patched up with an apology. He could live with Charlie's bare-faced disappointment, with Alastor's hatred; he could choke it all down, soothed in the knowledge that he had it coming.

But Husk?

Husk was Angel's solace, his sliver of something real in a world that worshipped who they wanted him to be. Husk loved him for who he was underneath it all, every flaw and blemish, every dark secret and every terrible truth.

Almost. Not every.

Not anymore.

Now, Husk wouldn't even look at him. Angel reminded himself that he had been the one to insist he and Husk talk this out after he had shown up at the hotel following his two-week disappearance. Having confessed his sins to the audience of his horrified friends, he needed time alone with Husk to fully explain, to conjure up something that excused his actions and exonerated him from blame. He could win Husk's favour again if he just gave him the context, the details, the nitty-gritty of all his reckless and heartless behaviour. Angel could talk his way out of anything.

He stared at Husk in silence.

What could he say? Sorry I blamed a grieving man for a violent crime just so I wouldn't get caught using? Sorry I didn't tell you that I was grieving Valentino, I feel lost without him? Sorry I cheated on you with Vox, it's just he's the only link I still have to Val? Sorry I stole from Charlie and lied about being sober and slept around with strangers, sorry I didn't tell you I was in withdrawal from Val's pheromone, sorry I didn't tell you that I actually loved the man whose death you thought I was celebrating?

It was ridiculous. It was futile, he couldn't say all that, it was ludicrous to even try. It was messy and ugly and Husk should wash his hands of it, of him. If he had any sense, he would.

And yet, Angel couldn't bear to let him. Arms crossed over his body as though he were hiding behind them, he gazed stubbornly at his shoes. Get them before they get you. Tell him you're through with him.

Fuck, he couldn't do that either. What could he do? Why the fuck did he ask Husk if they could talk? He had nothing to say.

Scowling, he bit his lip as hot, angry tears pricked the inner corners of his eyes. There was no saving this. He had to take it on the chin.

"Are you finishin' with me?" he muttered, eyes still fixed on the floor. "Cuz, uh, might help ta know we're ova' before I do the whole beggin' yer forgiveness thing. Save us both the headache."

[avisperocustom]

On spirals

Babe, we're having a human experience. We're part of god, we're limitless consciousness, but we're also inhabiting a body.

I got triggered yesterday. I mentioned my sps, the 3d responded badly..Or so I thought.

Oh boy. If you're in the same boat as me, this is for you and for me.

So, you got triggered. You got bad thoughts...Now what?

NOW YOU PERSIST, BAYBEEE! THIS IS YOUR TIME TO SHINE!

See, when you get triggered it's you falling from one state of reality to a more unfavorable, and perhaps familiar, one. I know the state I fell to very well, it's low and it's full of anxiety. Horrible, sticky anxiety that fills my lungs and makes my heart beat way too fast. Boo, horrible, nobody likes it. My 3d reflected my fears and my assumptions. Babe, the 3d is nothing but a collection of your thoughts and feelings. I mentioned Teddy to my friend, whom I had built the assumption about that she hates him. What did I get? Exactly that.

SO. You know you fell into a bad icky state, how to get back to the better, more favorable state? I'm getting to that honey

FIRST AND FOREMOST,

Fulfill your basic needs: Hunger, Hygiene, Release, Sleep.

Try to sleep it off. It could be your mortal body that's screaming for help.

"[Redacted], it didn't help, I'm still triggered, I can't do this, manifestation isn't real, i'm crazy delusional and sp doesn't love me" It exists, we all have been through this honey, the feeling is normal, you WILL feel crazy and delulu at some point, it's completely natural, even more when you're going through this journey alone, but I assure you manifestation is real.

IF SLEEPING IT OFF DIDN'T WORK, IT'S BEEN MULTIPLE HOURS OR EVEN A DAY,

STEPS TO RESCUE YOURSELF OUT OF A SPIRAL:

1- Check your self concept:

WHAT, is being said by the unfavorable state? What are you thinking right now? In my particular state, it was a complete victim state. "Why does my sp hurt me, what did I do" (Babe I manifested my own hurt in that one reality lmao the fuck you mean "what did you do") "I'm so hated, abandoned and unwanted" "I'm not chosen" "I'm pathetic and forgotten"

2- Ground yourself:

Remember who the fuck you are. WHO ARE YOU? You're that bitch. You're limitless consciousness, and whatever you say in your reality is what goes. Babe you're, literally, a god. You're all powerful and all capable. You're wanted, you're loved, you're admired and you are capable of ANYTHING you desire. You're desired, you're absolutely gorgeous, chosen, pursued, sought after because you're so fucking rare and amazing. YOU, ARE LOVED. YOU, ARE THE SOURCE OF EVERYTHING HAPPENING AROUND YOU, LIFE HAPPENS THROUGH YOU, AND NOT TO YOU. IT'S YOUR INNER MAN THE ONE TELLING YOU, "LISTEN TO ME, I AM GOD, I CREATE FROM CLAY MY OWN REALITY."

3- Release that energy:

Baby it's time to get that anxiety physically off of you. Move around, dance, work out, shake yourself out of it. Rant to yourself how amazing you are. If you need to meditate? Do so. Listen to music. Listen to a subliminal, that shit doubles as affirmations being hammered into your brain and if the music is hype as a way to get that icky feeling outta you. Go walk your dog. Ground yourself on grass. Get straight in the ocean, or jump inside a pool. Anything. But get that shit out of your body. My only tip here is to not consume anything that isn't positive, manifestation content. Do not trigger yourself further. No sad songs, no "waaaa poor me" shit. REMEMBER WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE.

4- Persist, persist, PERSIST:

Remember that the 3d is fake. All of this is subject to change, from one second to the next. You didn't ruin your manifestation, nor even delayed it because you had a human day. You're a god living a human experience, training to be a higher being one day when your body is, at its right time and without intervention, gone. You're allowed to have flaws. You're allowed to have a bad day. You can talk about your fridge disappearing all you want, but if you KNOW you have a fridge, it'll still be there in the kitchen where it belongs. KNOW, that your manifestation is happening. No matter what you see, remember that from the first time you put your foot down and affirmed for your manifestation, it's already done. Nothing to seek, nothing to change, nothing to wait for. It's done, it happened. You revised successfully, and changed realities.

Moved back to the wrong reality? Boo, all you did was take the wrong bus. Just get your bus pass and go back to the neighborhood you should be at, silly. Your sp loves you, you have the money, your past is exactly what you want it to be, you're healthy, you'll be fine

Affirm. Or visualize, or script. Or idk float around somewhere. Whichever technique you use, remind yourself of what you have.

You'll be fine. I'll be fine. We'll be fine together.

And let me tell you.

I was spiraling so hard yesterday, I didn't even register I had solid, clear movement. More than once, I had clear movement. And I was so blind to it, swallowed up by my worries and pulling my hair and thinking oh god, I'll lose it all, that I didn't even notice.

My revision didn't go well, it went perfectly.

[ultimate-rat-bracket]

WE'RE BACK BAYBEEE!!!

IT'S THE ULTIMATE RAT BRACKET ROUND THREE!!!

Sorry for the wait everyone! I’ve returned from my trip and now I’m ready to commence Round Three of our beloved bRATcket! So without further ado, let’s review….

Things are heating up folks! Our remaining contestants have proven themselves to be worthy challengers willing to give everything for the coveted cheese! We’re about halfway done now, so I better see y’all give all your energy to hyping up your favorite rats!!!

Round Three Side A polls will go live today at 6:00 PM Central!

Side B polls will go live on Monday at the same time!

Details below:

Side A polls (March 31st):

Remy VS. Ripred

Nigel Ratburn VS. Rattrap

Side B polls (April 4th):

Mad Rat VS. The Giant Rat Who Makes All Of Da Rules

Rizzo VS. Kugrash

Here's Round One and Round Two as a recap.

[worwelf]

I'm posting dragon age screenshots on tumblr. we're back baybeee