#who the fuck has THREE names. this fucker apparently

[randygrim]

Wip of another drawing I'm doing

Me and my friend have been calling him tart like the food. Idk I just feel that's important info

[medical-anon-whau]

Heya!

@bleedingichorhearts @kit-williams @egrets-not-regrets @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

I've got another life update for everyone. Per suggestions, I was able to ask the Ultramarine how I should dress when meeting with the person in charge, and dressed accordingly, which was semi-formal. I had to run out real quick to get an appropriate pair of dress shoes before the meeting, but I managed alright.

I was rather surprised that Stalker did, in fact, show up to the meeting, but it'd definitely possible that they contacted him via Mysterious Astartes Methods. He accused me of a number of things, and here are the list of "charges"

1) aiding and abetting a "Fallen" Dark Angel

2) refusing to allow an Interrogator Chaplain to complete his sanctioned duties

3) defacing astartes armor (Jerk is still covered in glitter. I have the paint and glitter bombs on my person right now in case be pulls some more nonsense)

4) Colluding willingly with an Alpha Legionnaire to torment a Loyal Astartes

5) Distracting A Dark Angel during the course of his duties.

Now, I'm no law expert, but I figured he might pull some letitigous bullshit and have been doing some research on my own. I wasn't entirely sure what the Ultramarine Base Commander was going to say in response, but I pointed out that;

1) In the country that I am living in and so are they, the lawful government does not, to my knowledge, recognize the authority of Astartes Chaplains when it comes to crimes accused or actual committed by an astartes BEFORE THEY CAME TO EARTH

2) they did not involve local law enforcement before attempting to take the Fallen in question who has been the primary caretaker for a chronically ill and weakened human in good faith for the better part of a decade. I also got statements from both the human and their neighbors about the character of the Fallen and his daily activities, as well as from my patient's family

3) he has been harassing and willfully intimidating me with the intent to scare - which are both actual crimes - for over two months now. I have been keeping as accurate an account of each instance and brought a copy of that journal with me to the meeting (I have several copies of all the information I brought with me, in case Jerk tries anything. I also left this Intel with both Fallen and the Alpharii) for the base commander or whoever to read through at their convenience.

4) talking with other people who he's also deliberately antagonizing to try and get him to stop is not a crime, and the Alpha Legionnaire (I did not reveal that I know for a fact there are at least three of them in that house - more about the third Alpharius later) is concerned for the long term effects the stress of Jerk tormenting me will have on the care I'm able to provide to his sickly patient, and had suggestions on how to get Jerk to back off when I asked for them.

5) I JUST WANT HIM TO LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE AND STOP HARASSING FAMILY OF MY PATIENTS! JUST FUCK OFF!

Noooot that I deliberately cursed Jerk in front of the base commander. I almost cussed him out several times though. The giant fucker is tapdancing on my last nerve.

The base commander was quiet and seemed thoughtful at the gathered evidence I had provided for him. He began talking in a language I don't understand, and Jerk periodically answered back. He started getting agitated the longer the Mystery Talk went on.

A half hour of conversation I did not understand later and the base commander said that he was going to be restricting Ghaliel (Jerk's Actual Name, apparently) to base for the next month, and to report him if he breaks his restriction.

That was two days ago. So far, Jerk hasn't been trying to scare me... I was also able to speak with one of the Librarians after the meeting with the base commander.

Apparently, I have a weak bond with an astartes. I really hope it's with one of the Alpharii. They're fun, playful and caring.

Oh right! The third Alpharius!

I happened to stumble across all three of them whispering to each other, the day before I was gonna meet with the base commander, during my shift with their human family member. I'm pretty sure they did that on purpose, as alpharius number 3 handed me the last of the character testimonies I was hoping to get for Fallen in exchange for two glitter-paint bombs.

I don't want to k ow what he plans on doing with them, his cackling was terrifying.

[autisticlancemcclain]

Keith doesn’t leave his apartment a lot.

Despite all of Shiro’s urging, Keith tends to stay home. His apartment is really nice, once he gets over the occasional mouse and entirely broken heating. Plus, the water is mostly potable, so it’s all good.

Look. It’s $500 a month.

But, y’know. Every once in a while Keith actually can’t study over the sounds of his neighbours having extremely loud and largely disturbing sex — why on Earth would cheetos ever be mentioned in regards to anyone’s hole is something Keith wish remained a mystery to him — so he makes his way down to the campus library. It’s admittedly kind of nice down there. He’s currently sitting at a table that’s decently clean, and the wifi connection is certainly better than it is at home. He’s actually able to get some stuff done —

“Motherfucker!”

Keith jumps out of his skin as the hottie a couple seats in front of him slams his hands on the table. Hottie whips his head up, catching Keith’s eye. His hair is wildly curly, sticking up off his head so intensely that it almost defies gravity. His eyes are big and brown and a little crazed. His expression can only be described as ‘intense’, or perhaps ‘unstable’.

“You,” he snarls.

Keith points at himself with wide eyes.

“Have you ever heard of a mountain chicken,” Hottie says, still staring at Keith with the same crazed intensity.

“Please don’t hurt me,” Keith squeaks. Hottie may be one of the most attractive people he has ever seen, but Keith has learned his lesson about pretty people. They tend to be the most dangerous and likely to maim (looking at you, Allura).

Hottie stalks towards Keith’s table, deliberately placing his hands on the surface and leaning very, very close.

“Have you ever heard,” he says again, voice very low, “of a mountain chicken.”

“No,” Keith says, because he hasn’t and he’s a little (a lot) intimidated.

And attracted.

There’s admittedly a lot of attraction there.

Suddenly the crazed air shifts from Hottie’s face, but the intensity remains.

“Whaddaya think it looks like?”

He sounds almost curious. Almost.

Keith blinks. “Like a really big chicken?”

The crazed looks is back as soon as it left.

“That’s what I thought, but it’s this mother fucker!” Hottie yells, reaching over to grab his laptop and slam it in front of Keith. It’s open to a picture of a strange little frog.

Keith squints at the picture.

“…Huh,” he says, because that is strange, and he can kind of understand why Hottie is going a little nutty about it.

“Exactly,” Hottie says emphatically. “Fuckin’ taxonomists.”

Keith raises an amused eyebrow. “You sound like you have beef with taxonomists. I’ve never known anyone who has a personally problem with them before.”

“Okay, listen,” Hottie says, pulling out a chair and sitting down properly. “They’re really bad at their jobs. All of ‘em. Why are watermelons berries? No. That’s bullshit. And you know who’s fault it is? Taxonomists.”

Keith bursts out laughing. “I see,” he manages between wheezes.

Hottie sniffs. “I’m allowing your laughter because you’re stupid hot.”

“Are you.”

“Mhm. Also, because I couldn’t stop you if I wanted to. I’m about three seconds away from passing out.”

Hottie says it pleasantly, but not in the way that sounds like he’s joking, which sobers Keith up quickly.

“Wait, what —”

The words don’t even leave his mouth before Hottie’s eyes roll back into his head and his forehead smacks the table.

———

“Thank you, again,” the man says.

Keith shoots him a small smile. “It’s really not a problem.”

The man — who Keith has learnt is named Hunk, and is the best friend of the aforementioned Hottie, who’s name is apparently Lance — sighs. “It kind of is. He’s — I would like to say that this is not a regular occurrence. But he’s fuckin’ allergic to a proper sleep schedule. And peanuts. But the sleeping thing is a bigger issue. He’s given himself four concussions because he’s passed out mid-sentence and brained himself on a random surface hard enough to make an impact on his thick fucking skull.”

Hunk is clearly exasperated, and annoyed, but his words are so fond that Keith can’t help the smile that pulls across his face. He sounds just like Shiro, after Keith has managed to land himself squarely into one of his many Shenanigans. Loving and also five seconds away from throttling you.

It’s nice.

“You his brother?”

Hunk snorts, readjusting Lance’s floppy arm over his shoulder. Keith does the same, hefting him up — he’s surprisingly heavy for someone who’s about as thick as a toothbrush, but what does Keith know — and keeping on in the direction of the off-campus apartments. (The decently nice ones, that you can only afford with at least two roommates and a part-time job. Keith knows. He checked.)

“Nah, not really. I mean, I’m basically his brother in that he’s the annoyance who’s been latched on to my person for the last several years and who I love too much to murder, but you know. He has enough siblings without me thrown into the mix. Why do you ask?”

“Just curious,” Keith says. “You remind me of me and my brother, is all. He’s also the one who’s usually dragging my dumb ass to safety.”

Laughing, Hunk digs his key out of his pocket, opening up the door.

“I see.”

He struggles for a moment, trying to both keep Lance from falling — who is firmly unconscious, although Hunk has assured him that he’s not injured and it’s just been six days since he last slept and he’s just kind of Like This — and get the door open.

Keith isn’t sure how to help, so he just kind of stands there awkwardly, still holding half of Lance’s weight.

“Thank you,” Hunk says, once Lance has been transferred to his arms and he’s standing just inside the doors to their apartment complex. “I appreciate your help.”

“No problem.”

Keith forces himself to take a step back, shoving the random wistfulness deep down in his gut.

He’s not lonely. He’s not.

(He does kind of miss his brother, though. Ugh.)

“I’ll see you around, Keith.”

“Yeah. You, too.”

Keith stands there for a full ten seconds after Hunk turns around and heads down the hallway, and then he shakes himself, blushing, before speedwalking back to his own shitty apartment.

God, he needs a fucking hobby.

———

“What do you mean, I can’t get eight shots of espresso? It’s not like it’ll kill me. You need 76 shots to kill you. I checked.”

“Sir…it’s company policy. I’m not allowed to put more than eight shots in one cup. Sorry.”

“No, no, don’t apologise. It’s not your fault. Hm.” The man — who is he kidding, Keith recognised Lance as soon as he saw that poofy hair in the Starbucks line, as embarrassing as it is — rocks back on his heels, tapping a finger to his chin. “Can I order two drinks, with eight shots each?”

Jesus Christ.

The barista blinks at him. “I mean, I guess so. I think you’re going to die, but that’s not my problem, I guess.”

Lance laughs, and the sound is so bright and musical that it actually makes Keith sigh.

Like, out loud.

Jesus fucking Christ.

“That works! Let’s do that.”

“…If you’re sure. That’ll be $7.29.”

Lance pays, then heads over to the other end of the counter, humming as he waits. As soon as his eyes land on Keith, they narrow.

“Hey, wait a minute. I know you. Obviously. I would never forget a face so flawlessly beautiful. Why do I know you?”

Keith goes so red he can actually feel his heart pounding through the capillaries under his skin, which is humiliating.

“Um.”

Lance giggles, which makes the blush worse.

Oh, God, Keith is losing any and all game he possesses by the minute. Fuck, isn’t he usually good at this? He usually is! He’s usually a pretty decent flirt! What the fuck!

“Oh!” Lance says, snapping his fingers. “You’re the hot guy from the library! The one who called Hunk when I passed out! Keith, right?”

Keith can only nod. Holy shit, the force of those brown doe eyes at full intensity on his face is going to fry his brain.

He clears his throat. “Uh, yeah. I’m Keith. You — obviously, you knew that.” Keith resists the urge to slam his head through the nearest wall.

Lance giggles again. Keith wonders if the fuckin’ sweat is actually dripping from his palms, or it just feels like it is.

Gross.

“You’re cute. You should take me on a date. I have class until five, room A112 in the biology building. Pick me up, and we’ll go to dinner?”

Keith can only nod. Frantically. So quickly his hair escapes from his ponytail and smacks him in the face.

“Great,” Lance says, grinning. He grabs Keith hand — Keith offers absolutely no resistance and only prays that his palms aren’t actually as disgusting as he thinks they are — and takes out a pen, scrawling down a number and then drawing a big heart around it.

Lord above, Lance is the cutest boy Keith has ever seen in his entire life. He’s going to explode.

“That’s my number,” Lance says, and he’s still holding onto Keith’s forearm.

His fingers are freezing, and that’s the only rational thought Keith’s brain manages to form.

“2 coffees with more caffeine than I’ve ever seen one person consume?” the barista calls. She looks at them warily.

“Coming!” Lance chirps, and Keith mourns the loss of those cold fingers on his skin as Lance steps over to grab his coffee.

(Well. ‘Coffee’.)

Lance skips to the doors, pausing to smile and wiggle his fingers in a wave. “I’ll see you after class, okay, Keith?”

“See you,” Keith says, and his voice cracks so many times that the barista winces on his behalf.

Lance grins wider, then disappears out the door.

“That was the most romcom shit I’ve ever seen,” the barista informs him bluntly, and Keith can only nod.

———

Keith is buzzing out of his skin, he thinks.

So he does what he always does when he’s feeling Big Boy Feelings™️.

He bothers his brother.

to: takashit

shiro oh my god it’s almost five his class is almost done what do i do.

to: takashit

what if he was joking? it didn’t seem like a joke. but what if?

to: takashit

fuck, what if i screw it up? what if i’m a lame loser who says lame loser things? oh my god i’m so nervous

to: takashit

OH MY GOD SHIRO WHAT IF I YARF

to: keith kardashian

KEITH MOTHERFUCKING YORAK KOGANE. SHUT THE FUCK UP. I AM BUSY.

to: takashit

🥺🥺🥺 worst brother ever

to: takashit

🥺🥺 you don’t love me. you don’t care about me or my anxiety 💔

Keith can actually hear his brother’s guilt complex acting up through the phone.

It’s hilarious.

to: keith kardashian

the worst part about that is i know you’re manipulating me.

to: takashit

😔 😔

to: takashit

⬆️ my face rn as i realise my brother whom i look up to and adore wishes he left me on the street corner where i was standing 😔😔😔

to: keith kardashian

i should have, you little motherfucker.

There’s a solid minute of angry typing before Shiro continues.

to: keith kardashian

fuck you. call me.

Keith does. Shiro picks up immediately.

“You are a rat bastard,” he growls.

Keith pretends to sniffle, fully fighting back a laugh.

“I just thought you promised to always be there for me,” he says, as pitifully as he can manage.

Shiro makes a vague screaming noise.

“Fuck! Fine. Fuck. Tell me why you’re nervous.”

“It’s a cute boy with a lot of confidence and social grace, Shiro! Fucking obviously I’m nervous!”

“Didn’t y’all meet because he yelled at you about taxonomists and then brained himself on a library table when he passed out from sleep deprivation?”

“…Yeah.”

“That doesn’t sound very socially graceful to me.”

“Okay, fair, but he asked me out this morning like it was the smoothest thing ever. I blushed so hard I thought my heart was going to explode. I swear to God my voice cracked at least twelve times.”

Shiro sniggers. “It does that all the time, so no big thing there.”

“Fuck off,” Keith says, scowling, because hey. Being the shithead is Keith’s job.

“Anyway, you big nerd,” Shiro continues, “you’re going to be fine. In five minutes this ridiculously confident cute boy is going to waltz out of class and then you two are going to go on what’s probably the cringiest date of all time, but he will be charmed by your earnest nature and geek tendencies, and then you’ll get married and adopt every dog in the world. Okay?”

Honestly, yeah. Okay. That did make him feel better.

But Keith is the younger brother, and as such is contractually obligated to be a pain in the ass, so.

“Yeah, yeah. At least I didn’t trip and, in a desperate attempt to not land face-first on the pavement, pants my future husband.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Shiro says venomously, as is par for the course when Keith brings up his and Adam’s disastrous first meeting.

Keith smirks to himself.

“My bad.”

“Ugh. You’re so annoying. Do you feel better now, you stupid dweeb?”

Keith started feeling better the second he started pestering Shiro, but he supposes he can be grateful for a change.

“Yeah. I guess your dorky pep talk helped. I can’t do any worse than you did, anyway.”

“I’m hanging up and blocking your number. Goodbye.”

Keith snickers as the call drops. It’s 4:59, and Lance still has another minute of class.

to: takashit

you didn’t say u love me :(((

to: takashit

u just hung up without any care in the world :((

to: takashit

i’m telling adam he’s my new favourite brother now

to: takashit

adam would never hang up without saying i love you

to: keith kardashian

oh my GOD

to: takashit

:(((((((((

to: keith kardashian

fine. fuck.

to: keith kardashian

i love you, you booger. tell me how your stupid date goes.

to: takashit

:D

Keith puts his phone away, grinning, and the second he does, the door to room A112 pushes open and students start spilling out. He waits, scanning everyone as they pass, but there’s no sign of Lance until the very last person walks out.

He beams when he sees Keith leaning on the wall.

“Keith! Hi!”

Keith grins back.

“Hi, Lance.”

“Ready to go on a date?” Lance says, strolling up and tangling his free hand in Keith’s, like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

It might be.

“Yeah. I’m excited, really.”

“Awesome! Did you pick a place?”

Keith was a little stressed about that, to be real, because he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to pick somewhere or if Lance already had something picked.

The he remembered he had Hunk’s number “in case my dumbass best friend passed out in your vicinity again, because neither of us can afford an ambulance in this economy”, so he texted him in what could not be technically called a panic.

Maybe a light anxiety.

Hunk had sent back several laughing emojis, and then told him to take Lance for an ice cream dinner and then to the park on campus for him to get very excited about beetles.

“I figured I’d take you to Coran’s ice cream parlour,” Keith says. “You seem like an ice cream guy.”

Lance lights up, and then narrows his eyes in playful suspicion. “You asked Hunk, huh?”

Keith shrugs, cheeks warming. “I’ll be honest with you. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the library incident, and you’re so pretty you kind of make my brain go mushy. I panicked.”

Shockingly, that makes Lance’s jaw drop. He’s quiet for several moments, before his ears go read and he looks away.

Holy shit. Did Keith make Lance all blushy?

“Point to Keith,” Lance says eventually.

Keith laughs, scratching the back of his neck with one hand. The other is still firmly clamped in Lance’s. “Didn’t know it was a competition.”

Lance winks. “Everything’s a competition with me.”

———

Ice cream is fun. Keith shouldn’t be eating it, not really, and there will be Consequences with his digestive system later, but he’s not afraid of hell and mint chip is delicious.

“You are eating frozen toothpaste.”

“I can only assume that you’ve never tried mint chip or you’ve never brushed your teeth, Lance, because mint chip does not taste like toothpaste. It’s delicious. Besides, you are having cotton candy. That’s essentially frozen blue food colouring! Besides, what flavour is cotton candy even supposed to be? Like, what does cotton candy taste like?”

Turns out that Keith had no reason to be nervous. He and Lance just… click. And, besides, Lance thinks Keith is funny when he’s not trying, which is excellent.

They go to the park, just as Hunk suggested, after they finish their ice cream. They spend the whole time just chatting, talking about nothing and everything, interspersed with Lance’s regular mini-lectures whenever he spots something particularly cool. Which is a lot of things, because Lance seems to be endlessly fascinated with the world at large.

It’s adorable. And also enlightening. Did you know one tree can be home to over 2.3 million life forms at one time? Keith didn’t. That’s dope as hell.

“…and oh, hey, an incipient hornet nest! Cool! Did you know wasp larvae can spin silk?”

Keith did not know that. He is also not fond of wasps, nor has he ever felt any sort of inclination to be near them. But he is becoming increasingly fond of Lance. Also, Lance seems to be some sort of animal whisperer. They’d been swarmed by yellowjackets outside of the ice cream parlour, but before Keith could even panic Lance had stood very still and said “no” in a firm, calm voice, and they all flew away immediately.

It did make Lance hotter, truly.

“I did not,” Keith says magnanimously, peering over Lance’s shoulder to look at the nest. Luckily, it’s empty. “That is pretty cool, though.”

Lance turns back to him and grins; a big, beaming smile that makes him glow.

God, he’s beautiful.

Keith can’t stop staring at him.

“You should kiss me,” Lance says bluntly, after a moment of them just softly looking at each other.

Keith blinks. “Okay.”

He lets go of Lance’s hand, reaching over to cup his face. He stays there for a moment, gently cradling Lance’s face in his arms, stroking his thumbs over sharp cheekbones, cataloguing the splash of freckles on his nose and the curve of his cupid’s bow.

Lance reaches up, after a few seconds, sliding careful fingers across the skin of Keith’s neck to tangle in his hair. He doesn’t pull, just — holds it, carefully.

“You going to kiss me now?”

Keith swallows. “I’m nervous. I don’t want to mess it up.”

Lance’s eyes flutter shut, and he sighs. “You don’t need to be. I want — I really want you to kiss me. I like you.”

“I like you too.”

“Okay.”

And that’s all it takes. The ‘okay’, breathy and quick and soft and maybe a little nervous, too, like for all his straightforward brazenness Lance is a little scared of messing this up as well.

He leans forward, faster than he thought he would, and presses his lips to Lance’s. The air is warm but Lance’s lips are still chilly from the ice cream, and his cheeks are hot beneath Keith’s hands, blushing. His lips curve into a smile that’s pressed firmly to Keith’s mirroring grin and he sighs again, a little, a happy sound, and tilts his head so their mouths fit together even better. And then his fingers are tracing little circles at the back of Keith’s neck and he makes a little humming noise on the back of his throat and Keith leans the tiniest little bit closer.

It’s good. It’s great.

It’s everything, really, and Keith doesn’t want it to end.

“You’re a good kisser,” Lance mumbles, not moving away even an inch.

“I like kissing you,” Keith says, pressing just as close.

Keith doesn’t remember why he was nervous.

———

to: keith kardashian

how did it go????

to: takashit

i beat your mess by a mile

to: keith kardashian

low bar, boogerbrain. also, shut up.

to: takashit

no :)

to: takashit

but it went REALLY well. we went for ice cream and then walked around the park for hours and then we kissed and he is so fucking cute, shiro. oh my god. seriously.

to: keith kardashian

good, kiddo. really. are y’all gonna go out again?

to: takashit

yeah

to: takashit

tomorrow night actually

to: keith kardashian

that’s awesome! i have a really good feeling about you guys.

to: takashit

…

to: takashit

me too :)

[tgmsunmontue]

More than movie magic... 6/24

Hangster AU. Explicit (eventually). Jake is a Hollywood actor and Bradley is a stunt coordinator. Jake's about to make a few self-discoveries. So is Bradley.

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE

                There’s a fucking bell being rung and he squints, reaching for his phone. Of all the information that was piled on to him last night and no one warned him about this. A 5am wake-up call. What the fuck. He knows he doesn’t have anything he needs to be awake for until much closer to eight, a far more humane time to be awake after the travel day yesterday. He rolls over and tries to go back to sleep, pulling the pillow over his head in an effort to drown out any potential future sounds or alarms.

                Of course it’s no use. He’s wide awake twenty minutes later unable to get back to sleep and decides to just get up, take a walk around and get the proverbial lay of the land, review what aspects and areas he’s in charge of. Meet with anyone who might also have the misfortune of being awake this early. He gets dressed, and he’s brought with him his oldest clothes, knowing time on a ranch wasn’t going to do his wardrobe any favors. He enters the mess hall and it’s quieter than the previous evening, far fewer people but there’s the smell of coffee and baking biscuits and his mouth waters. Aunty Kaye is nowhere to be seen, but the kitchen is clearly a hive of activity without her presence anyway.

                A few people watch him, and they’re probably awake because they’re getting ready to go out and work. Work on a ranch that is, not a movie set. He glances around and then ambles over.

                “Mind if I sit?”

                “Be our guest,” one of them says, and they shuffle over. Glancing around Bradley is pretty sure he’s the only one awake who isn’t a ranch worker. Clearly a type of hazing, and fucking Natasha and Bob and Rueben were in on it. Fuckers.

                “Hi, I’m Bradley, the lead stunt coordinator.”

                That gets a few interested looks, and he gets everyone’s names around the table and he’s going to struggle to remember them all, but he’s pretty sure he’ll get most of them. He’s always been good with names. Then one man, older than the rest is reaching his hand across the table.

                “Andy. I’m the foreman. You got any questions about the ranch you can come direct to me.”

                “Thank you sir, that’s good to know.”

                He’s not normally a person that calls people sir and ma’am but it’s just slipping out of him, a natural response to the apparent Southern hospitality he’s being shown. Mav and Ice would be proud. Andy’s lips twitch in amusement and he wonders if his Californian accent sounds odd or amusing to them.

                “I’ve met with Selina a few times now, she tells me you like to walk the perimeter of the set…”

                Bradley snorts and shakes his head.

                “When it’s practical. I think I’d get lost if I tried that here.”

                Andy snorts with amusement, clearly agreeing with his self-assessment.

                “Well, you’d be right. Also you can’t do the boundary in a day. We usually send out a couple of teams. You’d need to stay a couple of nights outdoors if you were wanting to ride the whole boundary…”

                Bradley blows out a breath, making a conceding and impressed gesture, shrugging his shoulders a little in concession. He knew before coming that he wouldn’t be able to do his usual routine, has already reviewed aerial photos and maps. It’s not drivable either, they’d do it all on horseback. He’s got the outline of where they will be filming and he knows he can walk and ride that, become familiar with that and leave the rest of the ranch to the professionals.

                “You want me to show you around the wider area?” Andy asks, standing as the others move, clearing dishes and heading out.

                “I don’t want to interrupt your day.”

                “It’s fine, we’ve got plenty of help at the moment.”

                “Okay then, that’d be great.”

                He follows Andy and the rest of the crew out to the stables, watches as they all go through their morning routine and prepare for their day ahead. Andy is giving out jobs, discussing things with different teams and Bradley knows it’s a large ranch, is bordered by farms in most directions, but from the sounds of it they’re friendly with all the neighbors.

                “Saddle up,” Andy instructs, pointing toward a stall.

                “Sure thing.”

                Okay. He wasn’t expecting that exactly but he’s not as out of practice as he would have been a couple of months ago. Inside the stall is a bay mare, sturdy looking and Bradley nods, giving her a quick brush down before saddling her and adjusting the stirrups. He strokes a gentle hand over her nose as he swaps the halter for a bridle, and she’s clearly used to working, simply noses at his hand like she’s looking for a treat and he murmurs about bringing her one later.

                They mount their respective horses and he follows Andy’s lead, heading out to a large building a bit away and he can’t see as much as he would like to in the pre-dawn light, but Andy seems sure and Bradley can do nothing but trust him.

                “From what I understand, most of the scenes are going to be filmed in either the practice rodeo arena, the outdoor pen or potentially the track along the stream to the pond out back,” Andy says, his voice clear. The surrounding land isn’t quiet, not with all the animals waking, along with the temporary trailers and people stirring and starting their day, but it’s still hushed, nowhere near the hustling sounds of a city. He follows Andy into a building, staying on horseback and it’s a massive indoor rodeo arena.

                “Is it normal for a ranch to have an indoor practice rodeo arena like this?” Bradley asks and Andy raises an eyebrow at him, like he thinks Bradley is simple-minded.

                “No son, this is special to Hazy Days.”

                “Oh, okay than,” Bradley says, because that doesn’t answer his question. The building isn’t new, but it’s also not old either, maybe between five and ten years, and they’re probably going to film the competition scene in here. He knows the camera crew and set designers can be creative with making one space look completely different from one scene to the next. If it had been new then he’d have maybe thought it was built specifically for the movie, but apparently not. They keep riding and Andy is pointing out the pond and grove of trees.

                “That there’s Bill and Kaye’s place, where all their family live. Bill’s family have been here for a long time,” Andy says, pointing toward a house with a large wrap-around porch, a decent distance away but the sunrise is reflecting against the glass of the windows. And Kaye’s proprietary attitude last night makes a little more sense, that this is her home and they’re all guests, yeah, it’s kind of nice to be treated that way instead of a necessary nuisance.

                He feels better having ridden around, gotten the literal lay of the land and he thanks Andy, leaves him to his days’ work and goes off to find the others and give them shit for not warning him about the bell. They are, unsurprisingly, unapologetic, although Bob hands him a pair of high-grade ear plugs which he takes with gratitude.

                He bumps into Aunty Kaye again later and it confirms his earlier thoughts, she seems genuinely happy to have everyone bustling around, the smile never dropping from her face and she just seems like the mothering type, double checking they’ve drunk enough water and wearing hats and sunscreen when they go out in the sun. She asks if he enjoyed his wakeup call and he huffs a laugh, realizing that it’s clearly a hazing ritual of sorts, a harmless one and he says he enjoyed the pre-dawn ride with Andy which makes her laugh.

                He sits with Selina and goes over the health and safety, not only of the set in general but the risks associated with each stunt. It’s not an action movie, but there’s always risks when working with horses and some of the scenes will require competent people on horseback to carry out the rodeo practice scenes.

                The first few days slip by, and he rides every day, working with Machado and Bassett, watches as Rueben and Natasha learn to walk like them, ride like them. Natasha has dyed and cut her hair. Every day he ignores his screaming muscles at the out-of-practice movements, but on day four he wakes up not in complete agony. Stretches out comfortably and when he gets to the stable there is a different man working with the horses and he acknowledges him with a nod of his head, which he takes as a clear indication to come over and talk.

                “I’m Bill. It’s nice to meet you.”

                There’s something familiar about Bill’s eyes, but he can’t quite place it.

                “Oh, Aunty Kaye’s husband?” Bradley hazards and the other man nods.

                “Yes. And you can call me Bill,” he says, clearly used to his wife’s familiarity with everyone on set and Bradley hadn’t meant to refer to her as Aunty Kaye.

                “That’s fine sir,” Bradley says, huffing with amusement.

                “Now, Andy said you were decent on a horse.”

                “I know how not to fall off, sir,” Bradley demurs, because he’s better than he was a week ago, but he’s still out of practice and he doesn’t need to talk up his skills. He’s not going to be as good as the people who make their living on the back of a horse, but he doesn’t need to be.

                “Well, if you can tell one end from the other then we’re off to a good start. Now Kaye wanted me to give these to you special, seeing as she can’t make it over today. Grandkids are visiting.”

                He takes the proffered container and inside are cheese biscuits, still warm and he doesn’t know if he gets particular personalized attention, but she always seems to take the time to come over and check in on him, occasionally pressing a piece of baked good into his hand, or some fruit before leaving him to continue working. This is going above and beyond though.

                “She doesn’t seem to think you eat enough, but she thinks that of most everyone. Says we need to keep you sweet because you keep everyone safe.”

                “Uh, that’s really Selina’s job. I just look after the stunt work.”

                “I learnt a long time ago to not bother trying to tell her what way the wind was blowing.”

                “Okay. Point taken. Please pass on my thanks.”

                Bill tips his hat and disappears back outside and Bradley goes to start his day, biscuits in hand.

SEVEN

[ladylooch]

I have thots….

Mile high club

Timo is an obvi choice but may I present to you Barzy? Or MILES

And obvi if we’re talking OC’s for sure lio and con

Mmkay back to my bevies

😘🍻

I am having tequila high noons tonight… so it’s gonna be lit 🔥

The way you are making me choose about who to write this about.. what a predicament. 

But… my Woody girls are thirsty…. So let’s go with Miles MF Wood.

“Surprise!!!!” Miles yells as your sneakers hit the tarmac. The last fifteen minutes have been very confusing to you. You had arrived at the airport in Boston, ready for your new adventure together in Colorado. But everything took an unexpected turn when the car continued onto the tarmac of the airport. You were shuttled to a specific hanger that holds a private security area and the nicest airport lounge you have ever seen.

“We are flying private.” He wiggles his thick eyebrows at you.

“Baby, what…. This is… so…”

“Free!” He grins. “Paid for by our new team as a welcome to the Mile High City.” His arms stretch out to the side. The gap in his teeth is extra pronounced with his excitement. 

“Oh my god. I’m finally dating a real superstar.” You snort as you poke his stomach. His smile falls off. 

“Hey.”

“Sorry, you tee’d it up for me.”

You both get settled on the plane quickly taking off before you even register what is happening. Your take off drink of choices was mimosas due to the late morning time. 

“Cheers to our next adventure.” Miles clinks your glasses together. You take a sip, then his tongue chases the bubbles in your mouth, stretching out his seatbelt to maximum length.

“Babe.” You laugh at his aggressive kissing. Your plane is just hitting ten thousand feet and you feel a bit anxious as you always do during the first part of any flight. Something about being in a smaller plane isn’t very comforting to you.

“We are fucking before this plane ride is over.” Your boyfriend’s words snap you out of your anxious thoughts.

“What?”

“There is no way you’re getting off this plane without me being inside of you.”

“Babe!” You smack his huge thigh, glancing back at the flight attendant gathering together your cheese board appetizer. “No way.” You look at the lack of door between the cabin and the pilots as well as the openness of everything. Plus, you’re way too anxious of a flyer. “It would be so obvious.”

“I do not care.”

“Well, you’re not the only one participating.”

“You owe me. A bet is a bet.” Your face goes white. Shit. He is not actually making you pay up for your drunken bet that he wouldn’t go three years without getting replacement teeth. “You’re too vain.” You had giggled at him. Miles never “got around” to getting new teeth… and you didn’t really think anything of it because you love him and he’s so cute and sexy either way that whatever. Who needs teeth?

Damn, when did teeth get so negotiable to you.

Only Miles Wood could do that to you. And only he could make you unbuckle your seatbelt to straddle his lap. His prize for winning the bet was naming a time and place of his choice for you two to have sex. Apparently, this is the time and place. 

He reaches around your body to grab the inflight blanket provided. He folds it around your back. You have a full view of the flight attendant who has the cheese board in her hands, ready to walk it out to you. You make eye contact with her. You purse your lips. She immediately knows and turns around, closing the curtains.

“Oh my god. She closed the curtains.” You put your forehead on Miles’ shoulder in shame.

“Baby, they definitely deal with this all the time. With way grosser people than us. Let’s give them a show.”

“Miles, you fucker.” You whine as you reach for his belt. You cannot believe you are doing this. He is rigid beneath your fingers already panting at what you’re about to do. His blue eyes are wild with excitement as he grins at you. You take him out of his pants, unable to make eye contact with him as you stroke along his taut skin. He chuckles. 

“Baby, we don’t have to.” Him giving you the out makes you want it so much more. Your eyes meet his and he grins wider. “Yesssss, I knew you wanted to.”

“I see why you told me to wear the dress.” You had been debating between leggings and a dress, but he insisted on this.

“I’ve had this planned since I found out we were flying private.” He leans forward, sucking along your collarbone. “Fuck that feels good.” He moans as your fingers wrap tighter around him, stroking his length. “Oh.” He moans. 

“Okay you need to be quiet.” You say pointedly. He’s the loud one in this relationship. 

With his help, you shift your panties to the side. Miles leans his chair back, then guides your hips as you put him at your entrance. Your head falls back as you slide all the way down onto him. His thickness is intoxicating while stretching you to capacity. You roll your head forward again, watching the way his eyes flicker with waves of desire. His lips are pursed to keep his groans to himself.

Miles bucks into you. It’s a little awkward with not being able to move, but you find your rhythm quickly, wanting release.

“Ohhhmygod.” Miles’ head falls forward to your breasts, shoving between them as you squeeze his face between the mounds. “Baby.” He moans into your right breast, leaving a kiss there afterwards. 

Neither of you last long. It feels too good and so public and honestly, you needed this to relax and enjoy the rest of the flight. You rut into him with slow movements to bring you both down gently. Miles comes out from your breasts, puckering his lips for a kiss.

“I’m glad this is how we started our life in Colorado.”

“Me too.” You admit, brushing his curls off his forehead.

[graysanatimony]

In very concerned about both of my history teachers who for the sake of convenience and privacy I will call mr rugby and miss paper (these are references to their personalities and stuff but not their real names)

so mr rugby was my history teacher last year and I have him again this year and last year he made his opinions on the lgbt community very clear, he doesn’t like them but says he’s not homophobic as he isn’t actively oppressing anyone (what the fuck) he told us about the Belfast cake case (I’m pretty sure that’s what it’s called and I can elaborate on this if anyone would like to know) and made us say if it was discriminatory or not, it was pretty 50/50 on that but more girls said it was than boys, he said it wasn’t, cause it was religious beliefs and shit,

there’s also a boy in my class I’m going to call dick, now dick is a dick that’s why I’m calling him that, he’s made it clear he doesn’t like queer people, he is somewhat racist, like yells slurs in class and shit, he makes rape jokes, says kids care getting trans surgeries at 16, very pro Israel or atleast anti Palestine and all that jazz, he’s asked mr R about his opinions on like trans people and gay marriage and stuff multiple times and every time his opinion is negative, doesn’t think gay people should marry, mocks neo pronouns, says trans people are confused all that stuff

the other day mr R made us say if we could put one group of people in jail who would it be, he went along the rows going from back to front and I’m at the end of the middle row, everyone else was saying communists, nazis, criminals (they had to re answer the question), and when it got to me I panicked and said rapists, mr R just said “rapists interesting” and moved on to the next person who said, pedophiles, then he stopped and said if you had to choose between a rapist or a pedophile who would you put in jail, most people then said rapist, and then he stopped the class and started saying a pedophile is worse cause they raped a child

HE NEVER SAID THAT BEFORE HE JUST DAID PEDOPHILE, everyone then started arguing that a pedo just had to have been attracted to children to be classed as one which he said was wrong AND THATS NOT THE WORST PART, HE THEN SAID THAT A RAPIST ONLY CAN RAPE ADULT WOMEN CAUSE IF ITS A CHILD THATS A PEDOPHILE AND “MEN CANNOT BE RAPED” THIS FUCKER SAID THAT MEN HAVE TO HAVE A BONER TO HAVE SEX SO CANNOT HAVE NONCONSENTUAL SEX

WHAT THE FUCK

he has also put a picture of miss piggy up saying that it was a picture of the northern Irish first minister or whatever the head of the government here is called

now miss paper I’ve only had for three weeks but in those three weeks she has said she prefers trump over Kamala Harris, because apparently “ trump has good policies” LIKE PROJECT 2025?!???? IS THAT MEANT TO BE GOOD POLICIES. She said Kamala sucks and in debates only winds trump up and gets him to say stuff that will make him look stupid

The joys of being educated by what I would describe as northern Irish conservatives

[tokillamockingbird427]

So I got bored at 2 in the morning and decided that I must know what each of the ghosts names mean (at least the ones who's names we know)

And it's safe to say that Keegan is winning this competition

Ajax is a good runner-up

Third place belongs to everyone's favorite child, Logan

All in all, these three have very unique name meanings, and the only one I was sort of expecting was Ajax.

David's honestly surprised me, I was expecting something like 'strength' or ' youngest son' or 'giant killer' based on the Christian mythos, but instead, I got the strongest image of Elias being handed his new born son and only able to think of how much he loves his baby

Gabriel, I already knew was a religious name, so I'm not surprised by this

Elias, same sort of deal.

Torch. There are a lot of Christian names in this house tonight, but for a change, this one's Greek!

And then there's Merrick

Once again, I was expecting 'strength' or 'wisdom' or 'disciple' or 'skeptical' or 'Fisherman' for the same reasons as above. This was simultaneously disappointing and surprising

Grims is definitely the most disappointing, first of all no one seams to actually spell it the way his is(Riddian), which is either an oversight by the devs or an English bastardization of an Irish/Welsh name (the sources I looked at seemed to disagree with where it comes from and none of them lists both, which I found odd) I snapped a picture of the spelling variation the was pronounced the same just so I could include a picture, pretty upset that the meaning is unknown, I'm going to search around some more in the morning to see if I can find it.

I wish we knew what Kick and Neptunes names are, and hopefully, one day, we will learn that information. I could have included the names I headcanon they have, Kaleb and Noah respectively, but I wanted to stick to Canon, if I do find Grims name meaning I might tack them on there.

This was a fun little brain exercise, but it's kept me up till 3:43, I got to get to bed, good night, and have fun with this.

One of Keegan's parents is ginger, apparently. Or maybe grandparent.

BOTH of Ajax's name's are sick as fuck btw because Ajax was that one legendary fucker who held a bridge against an army. Weave that into Sand Viper somehow.

SCOTLAND FOREVEAAAAAAAA

Elias sees David and goes "Fuck I love this thing so much." immediately opens google "Baby names that mean "Oh my god I love you so much"" and just copied the top result onto the birth certificate.

Hey fun fact; Gabriel has my favorite of all the names. Entirely because the cool ass archangel Gabriel.

Elias ofc gets a mediocre ass name.

Chris, always a follower it seems.

MERRICK HAS A TWIN?!!? GET OUT OF THE WAY MICH!!!! THOM PT 2 IS IN TOWN!!!

FUCK Riddian you're like one of those kids named "Brihtineigh" or sm. (Why would Actavision or whoever mess up the original spelling like that) Also I google and it seems like Poe IS the father (Of Keegan) because it means "Red" or "Crimson" or similar and it's WELSH!

[mythologyfolklore]

Liù'ěr Míhóu joins the jttw gang, or: How to redeem an all-hearing celestial monkey with a superiority complex and a seriously bad attitude

Chapter Twenty-Two: Tripitaka is just done.

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Tripitaka kept a lot of secrets from the other pilgrims. Secrets he had no intention of ever revealing.

Like the dark thoughts that invaded his mind, whenever he was kidnapped by random demons.

Never would he tell his disciples about the hatred he felt towards most demons. Or about the sick satisfaction he felt, whenever Wùkōng and Wùhuàn came to rescue him and made short work of his kidnappers.

No, there was no way he'd ever voice those reprehensible thoughts.

His own helplessness and lack of agency had shattered his illusions and left him feeling less compassionate than he let on. That too would have stayed hidden behind a kindly façade, if only his new disciple wasn't so astute. But oh well, you couldn't have everything. And Tripitaka would rather put up with Wùhuàn's bad attitude than be in the situation he currently was in.

Yes, he'd been kidnapped again.

Yes, he was tied up in a cell.

Yes, he could hear his captors argue about how to best prepare him for a meal.

No, he didn't give a damn.

One of the few things the monk was truly confident in was that he wouldn't get eaten. His disciples would prevent that, as always.

The thought made him smile.

That didn't escape the kidnappers.

“What's there to smile about, monk?!”, snapped one of them.

Tripitaka chuckled: “My disciples are coming to save me.”

The other kidnapper scoffed: “Hah! As if they could get past the guards, let alone defeat us!”

The monk just smiled serenely. “Oh? Don't you know who my disciples are?”

.

“How many demons are in there?”, whispered Wùjìng.

“I hear 144 heartbeats”, Liù'ěr Míhóu whispered back. “A dozen times a dozen. What a clean number.”

Bājiè stared at the six-eared monkey like he had grown a second head. “The fuck does that have to do with the situation?!”

The other shrugged: “Dunno, I just like numbers.”

“Can you guys shut the hells up? I'm trying to make a rescue plan here!”, Wùkōng snarled.

So the others shut their mouths and waited, until the Monkey King was done planning.

The brunet monkey sighed and turned back to the others. “Okay, so here is the plan: Liù'ěr Míhóu and I will sneak inside. Bājiè and Wùjìng, you will distract the kidnappers-”

“Why am I always the distraction?”, complained Bājiè.

Wùkōng's eyes narrowed. “Because you're distracting, that's why. Also, you two will be fine, you're just gonna lure out their army and take them out, while-”

“I'm sick and tired of always being the bait!”, the pig demon snapped.

The Monkey King had to resist the urge to use his laser eyes on Bājiè.

No, he couldn't incinerate the pig. Master would be upset. And if he was upset, it spelled headache time for Wùkōng. Nope, not worth it.

“Ugh, fine! Just shut the fuck up! Okay, change of plan. Liù'ěr Míhóu, you slip inside and take care of Master, while the three of us fight the demon army … what's with that face?”, Wùkōng questioned, when he saw the Six-Eared Macaque's expression shift.

The other's face was scrunched up in concentration as he seemingly listened for specific voices.

“They're talking to slaphead … oh, he's warning them that we're coming to get him. Sounds a little too excited there. And now they're rambling about how we totally can't beat them, blablabla. Now he's giving them our names … they're not taking it seriously …” He scowled. “They're asking him about the bĭqiūní¹ he's training. He says he has no female disciple … now the fuckers are asking about me directly.”

Wùjìng mirrored the monkey's scowl. “Ah. They're that kind of asshats.”

“Apparently”, Liù'ěr Míhóu continued. “… oh, he's trying to explain to his kidnappers, how my temperament works! How gutsy! Remind me to get him some extra rice cakes later. Aaannnd they're brushing it off and insisting I'm a woman. Of course. Fucking arse- wait … his pulse is quickening … his breathing too … wow, he just ground his teeth! I think he's getting angry!”

Wùkōng's mouth suddenly felt dry; when Tripitaka ground his teeth, he was livid. And the monk never got this angry with anyone other than …

No, he had to calm down. This was stupid, his master was angry at the kidnappers, not at him, there wouldn't be pain this time, no recitation of the Tightening Sutra, why was he scared, he needed to stop-

“Eldest Brother?”

Wùjìng's gentle voice was barely reaching his ears. But it was enough to snap him back to reality. He opened his eyes (when had he even closed them?) and saw his younger brothers stare at him in concern – even Bājiè.

“You, uh … you okay there?”, the pig demon asked awkwardly. And got smacked on the head by Liù'ěr Míhóu.

“He's panicking and hyperventilating, the fuck do you think, hogface?”

Oh … I am … how the fuck did that happen? Just now I was … shit. In front of the others too, why, they weren't supposed to see me like this, why???

A large webbed hand on his back brought him back to his senses again.

“Eldest Brother, take it easy”, Wùjìng said gently. “Tell you what, why don't you stay with Bái Lóng Mă and have a moment to breathe, while we handle the whole rescue plan? We have Youngest Brother with us, it won't be a problem.”

The Monkey King just nodded weakly.

Suddenly Liù'ěr Míhóu snorted.

Wùkōng scowled: “What's so funny?!”

The other monkey snickered: “You're gonna love this! He's chewing them out for reducing me to my physical bodyparts. Hah! He just told them they're an embarrassment to their family! Brutal! Now one of them's bawling like a kid! That's fucking hilarious!”

At that Wùkōng couldn't help but laugh.

.

“Just to make this clear: I regret nothing!”, Tripitaka declared, after having been rescued.

“I bet!”, Wùhuàn snickered. “You roasted them like ducks on a skewer! It was priceless!”

“I would never roast a duck. But thank you. That being said …”, he threw a concerned glance at his eldest disciple, “… what's wrong with Pilgrim? Did something happen, while I was away?”

That question was answered by Wùjìng: “When Youngest Brother informed us he heard you get angry at your kidnappers, I think it triggered something in Eldest Brother, even though he knew your anger wasn't directed at him. Perhaps some reassurance would help him feel better?”

The monk frowned and approached his eldest disciple, who was drawing into the ground with a stick.

“Pilgrim?”, he asked gently.

Wùkōng looked up. “Oh, Master. Do you need something?”

Tripitaka shook his head. “No, I'm fine. But are you okay? You seem shaken.”

“I …” A gulp. “… It's nothing.”

“Right, and I like sex”, the monk deadpanned.

To his satisfaction, Pilgrim chortled.

Tripitaka sobered up again. “But seriously. I can tell it's not nothing. What's wrong?”

The monkey lowered his head. “I … I'm sorry I wasn't part of the rescue this time”, he mumbled.

Holy Bodhisattva.

The human sighed, but crouched down (as best as he could with his aching back) and cupped his disciple's face in his hands.

“No, Pilgrim, no. Don't apologise for that. You needed a breather and that's okay. I don't fault you for that. Besides, your younger brothers did just fine rescuing me, didn't they?”

“I-”

“And you didn't resort to violence this time either (though I had to scold Wùhuàn for the bloodbath he caused). No, you've done well today. You've been a good monkey.” He opened his arms. “Do you want a hug?”

As soon as he finished that sentence, he found himself with two arms full of monkey.

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1) bĭqiūní: a Buddhist nun

[thatruerealmwalker]

Crawls out of a hole in your wall

GET MAGICAL GIRL'ED MOTHER FUCKER!

"Despite it all, This Empty Shell still Remains." -Pre Acceptance Quote

"Within this Hollow Heart, Love Still Remains!" -Post Acceptance Quote

This is Claire Taker, a new OC I've made! And let me tell you- the origins of the OC is fucking weird.

This tainwreck of a Lady came about because I was reading @zoeywinterrose's smiling critter fanfic on A03 (which you can check out HERE), started letting THE VOICES speak through me, eventually pulled out the original story I have and made the Caretaker seen there into a fully realized character in my story (get it? Claire Taker?), told them so, found each other on tumblr, because friends(?), and they maybe sort of said yes when I said I was gonna draw the character and make and AU of their AU (in some order there, the progression of events may be off a bit)... I DON'T KNOW HOW I GOT TO THIS POINT.

So yeah, I'm gonna be both explaining this character, my own story, and having all that be loosely connected to Poppy Playtime (Again how did I get here?) So the tags are gonna be silly because of that.

Claire Taker is, as said before, a Magical Girl by the name of Heart Hollow (well Technically Magical Woman, she is pretty old but I prefer saying magical girl)... well the term for in my Canon is a "Blessed" or "Actor"... but those are the official terms, she and the others still use Magical Girl and Magical Boy (because that IS what they are)

And yes! There are both Magical Boys and Girls in this World!

Claire Fights with her Fists and Legs, being a close range brawler, as well as fights with her threads. She uses them in a variety of ways, from creating points to jump, pulling things to her or pulling herself to them, wrapping up targets, or even sometimes using them a whips.

Her Threads are also capable of Stitching people back together and healing them! Apparently the world thinks this means she should be one of the few to get constantly injured, needing to reattach her limbs in the middle of fights sometimes! (or it could be seen as caused by her low self worth as well). I mean look at all of those scars! And those are just the ones she couldn't fully heal for different reasons, she gets hurt alot! ("Better then letting one the kids take the hit" she would say)

Her mental health isn't the best, but it gets really bad when she is alone- Luckily, she's gained the trust of the Parents of the three kid members of Her group to look after them while their at work- as well as fostering the teens when they need somewhere private to hand out. (Her home is like one of 2 unofficial team bases)

At this point, almost everyone who isn't an adult (and two who are like 18-19) calls her Auntie- which she is still getting used too.

After finally getting into a far more okay mindset, she takes to jogging and exercise in her free time. She even helps the younger of the team practice fighting forms and working out when they train at all.

She actually owns a good few properties thanks to her parents- and after her depression weakened she put them up for rent. After a while (and learning how to duplicate cash with Starlight from the group's resident self appointed "Chaotic Gremlin") she was able to start getting a good amount of cash saved up for when the group needs a break or wants to go somewhere fun- (The cost is usually split between her and the other full Adult in the group most of the time).

She still has episodes where her is very not okay (like panic attacks or just bad thoughts)- but it never gets to the point where she feels like hurting herself at all anymore. It helps that one of the kids, the team's unofficial mascot, lets himself be her comfort animal when she has these episodes (and while he hates to admit it, he does enjoy her hugs)

That's all for now! If your interest in more of this original story, let me know!.. Though it probably won't be tagged under Smiling critters next... unless I make William apart of this then it will!

A full view of her plot is down below if your interested in that as well- Anyways thanks for reading this and maybe what lies below, and I hoped this sparked your interest/was a fun read all the same! I think I got an AU to write now!

Claire Taker's Story:

(Content Warning! This gets a bit dark!)

Claire Taker used to be a Person of Joy, living life as Happy as any other- even had Children she cherished most dearly... however one day- in a series of events, Claire loses her kids, be it an Accident or something far worse. Believing herself to be solely at fault, she shut down, remaining within her home and rarely leaving. At first those closest to them attempt to help, as it does, even if She rarely talked or interacted. Just being with others helped to keep her afloat...

But she was abandoned- left alone... and that is what sealed her fate. For a long time- years, close to Ten even, she drowned. She lost her smile, her kindness, her emotions, her Love. She tried, and try she did to get better... but she still drowned all the same.

She made many half attempts on her life- and the one time she fully went through with it- she only lived because she forgot to turn off the Safety on the Gun. This attempt was on the day, when she was so close to pulling herself back together that she was reminded of her kids- undoing all the work she did to get better at a single moment (one the prolonged her deep depression for a few more years-)

Eventually, upon one better day Claire spent shopping with a local mall for much needed supplies for her bare home, a Star fell from the Sky and landed nearby. From it formed a Matrix, and Starlight Leaked into the world. The pure, unfiltered and uncontrolled Starlight, the Blood of Creation, tainted the area in its presence, and Claire. The Building Creaked and Groaned as Starlight lashed into the populace surrounding. Many ran as the structure began to collapse around them...

And Yet Claire stepped forward, Drawn in by the Star.

Even while her body warped, as fur sprouted from her skin and monstrous claws ripped out from between her fingers. As her bones cracked and shattered before being reformed. As the demented whispers that long accompanied her gained form, breaking out from Claire's back and ripping into her flesh-

She reached the center, Where the Fallen Star has landed and with her last bit of strength before she became tainted under Starlight, reached out and touched the Glowing Star within the Epicenter-

And Starlight gathered and condensed, leaving her body, the surrounding air, and returning herself from the Monstrous form it was trying to become- And within her hands laid her Matrix, a Softly glowing heart floating between her palms.

A Stranger came to her one day, and promised her he would grant her most wanted wish "To return your children to you" in exchange for gathering as much Starlight she could.

She, like many other Actors, believed his word, and walked forward with a long lost flame in her eyes, ready to do Anything to get her children back.

Even after learning there was others like her (most of them teenagers or young adults), even after learning that many of the monsters she is fighting against and killed to gather Starlight (the Tainted or Cursed) were once people, even after she learned that should she actually get her wish- she would have to kill the other Blessed and steal their Starlight- She continued on.

It was only when the Three Children amongst the Blessed stood against her to protect their older peers then she questioned if what she was doing was worth it- if ignoring the signs that something was wrong was worth it- if her once beloved children would accept being brought back through the blood of others- if she could really kill these three if it was required of her.

It was from there, after giving up and fleeing that she changed from an antagonist to a protector akin to Tuxedo Mask for the Blessed- more so the Three kids that fought in this battle than the other Blessed.

It was here that Claire was taught how to tell if a Cursed was made from a person, animal, or object/fully made from Starlight as well as how to defeat the Tainted without killing the Person or Creature within. She learned that gathering Starlight is unneeded, and should she continue to gather Starlight like she has- she would only overwhelm her Matrix and become a Cursed herself. She learned how to truly use Starlight, how to prevent herself from Tainting someone on accident, and how to dispose of unneeded Starlight safely.

She was slowly pulled into the Group, being one of the Few Actors to listen and stop the senseless fighting between them. Even when she fell and broke, these Bright Souls dragged Claire along, taking her on their group adventures away from the Magic within their lives. Exploring the town, eating at an Café, enjoying the park. Slowly but surely, she became apart of this group, of the team who fought against the darkness that surrounded them.

The rest of the Blessed, especially the younger of them, started to call Claire 'Auntie'.

However, there was one final truth all of them avoided telling Claire, the final Lie told to Claire about the situation, even if in the depths of her heart she knew the answer herself yet feared to speak it aloud in vain hope for it not to be true.

That there was no Wish- That it was the ploy of The Man who Thought Himself God to either gather followers and resources or spark war between those who could threaten his goals and attempt to turn them into monsters- a Truth that they all knew could break Claire, steal her reason for continuing to live, to stand up tall.

They were going to, right after they handled this newest Tainted... but The Man who Thought Himself God appeared near the battles end... and with a smile, knowing Claire's history of mental health, and the reasons for it, held her by the throat while floating in the air, while Claire thrashed and fought with all of her might, while her allies called out in fear and rushed to save her, whispered in her Ear- "I lied~ There is no Wish, no reversing your most heinous Sin. Your children will never come back- for you killed them. They are gone and you killed them."

Claire SHATTERED then and there. Once again all of the work she put into getting better, doing better shattered- and as The Man who Thought Himself God threw her from high above towards the ground- Starlight, once Shining, became fully black- And the Blessed became Cursed under the weight of Despair-

Mother Gospel: The Harbinger of Mourning was born- as so her fellow Blessed fought, and after a long an almost lethal fight, where the extent of Claire's grief and broken heart was bared to the world, the ones who claimed her as their own, with all they had, ripped Claire out of her Depression made Manifest, and saved her from her fate.

Amongst the broken building, Claire laid as her Heart, once healing, was now torn apart once more as she cried tears of sorrow... and then she was hugged by the most youngest of them... then the other children joined in, all crying and making sure their Auntie was okay. The older kids of the Group joined in as well, despite two having to be dragged within. And even the young adults sat nearby and showed their love for Claire-

And that was what it was- Claire was LOVED, and she could Love in return. She was not Alone anymore, and so the dam burst within her and she cried and screamed and hugged back as sadness and joy danced within her. Her Hollow Heart had become not so Hollow anymore.

It took time, but somewhat soon Claire stood, still in mourning of her lost children, still not fully okay, but she could finally move on, she could finally live with those who saved her from that Sea that engulfed her and gave her warmth and belonging.

And so she fought, and even now fights, against those that would bring about the horrors she went through upon to others with the family formed under the Light of the Stars.

[inkykeiji]

Those prompts are so cute. 28 with sd-natsuo!Touya -🦒

prompt: time for [blank] series: sugar daddy natsuo warnings: touya is his usual abhorrent, despicable self, toxic relationships, noncon touching, female reader, use of the pet name princess, daddy kink words: 1.1k

i know right!!! i really love them!! thank u so much for requesting sd!nat touya giraffe bb!! <3

Time for… has become one of your least favourite combinations of words. You’ve learned to fear what comes next, the beginning of that sentence always sending splinters of ice shooting through your veins, leaving behind an unsettling chill of dread.  

Because time for is one of Touya’s favourite phrases. 

And nothing good ever follows.

“Oi, wake up,” rough hands curl around your shoulders to shake you from your slumber, dirty fingernails digging into your bare skin. “It’s time for school.” 

“Leave me alone,” you grumble, attempting to wiggle out of his grasp, his grip only tightening in response, callouses decorating his palms sanding against your flesh. “I’m not going anywhere if it’s with you.” 

“Hey now,” he begins, and you can hear the shit-eating grin in his voice, the barely restrained amusement fizzing with anticipation in his tone. “Daddy’s rules, not mine.” 

“I don’t care.” 

This is the fourth morning in a row that you’ve been woken up by someone other than Natsuo, who has apparently been needed at the hospital all fucking week. For the first three days of Daddy’s on-call shifts, Shouto had been there to wake you, to dress you, to feed you and bring you to school and take you back home, with his gentle voice and tender hands and murmured out praises, floating on the tails soft laughs, sandwiched between private smiles and twinkling eyes. 

But it was only a matter of time until it wouldn’t be Shouto.

As it always is when it comes to Touya. 

He’s inescapable, looming in the background of your mind, the everlasting threat of him tinging every interaction, every experience, everything.

“I don’t care if you don’t care, you brat, Daddy says so. And what Daddy says goes, whether you like it or not, whether it’s from my lips or Shouto’s.”

Yeah, sure, except whenever the order is coming from Touya’s lips it is always, without a doubt, tainted—dipped in his own opinions, coated in his own special brand of venom and malice and deranged glee, and it always overrules whatever Daddy actually said. 

“Screw you,” you spit, trying to wrench yourself from his hands, to turn over and roll away from him, face scrunched with the force of your squeezed shut eyes.

But Touya is faster, Touya is smarter, Touya is larger. 

And that means Touya is better. 

He’s on you in a flash, nothing more than a blur of sapphire and ink, yanking you flat on your back, trapped between him and the mattress. Jagged hips squirm between your soft thighs, bones carving into flesh and pinioning your body to the bed, coarse palms collecting your wrists and cuffing them, pinned high above your head. 

“Screw you, huh?” his breath wafts across your face, spicy nicotine stinging your eyes. “That’s cute. Though I know you’d like to supplement that with a dirtier word,” he leans forward, presses his forehead to yours, noses brushing. “And I am just begging you to do it.” 

It bubbles up on your tongue, a caustic curse that erodes your teeth as it tries to escape.

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! 

Fury thrashes in your chest, and Touya raises an eyebrow, smirk stretching into a full grin. Your molars mash together, jaw flexing with the action, and you swallow thickly, a desperate attempt to keep those two little words from escaping, letters scraping the walls of your throat as you force them down, leaving a burning ache in their wake. 

You know what game he’s playing. You know how to play it, too.

And you refuse to give him the satisfaction of winning.

Fuck you, you fucker. 

“I’m not going to school with you,” you say instead, the words ground out through clenched teeth. “You’ll have to drag me by my hair.”

“That can be arranged,” Touya says simply, and he looks like he’s genuinely considering the prospect, weighing the pros and cons to determine if it’s truly worth it, when his phone begins to buzz.

He transfers your wrists to one hand, putting pressure on the joints as he leans to the side and fishes the device from his pocket, bones grating together between his palm. 

Your resounding yelp does nothing, doesn’t even seem to phase him at all as he answers the phone, wedged precariously between his shoulder and his ear. Sharp hipbones dig into the flesh of your inner thighs as Touya shoves his hips down harder, an attempt to garner more leverage and steady his arched upper body. 

“Hi, Natsu, what’s up?” 

“Daddy!” you gasp, the word rushing from your mouth in an involuntary gush, Touya throwing you a look of warning. 

“I wish I could say everything’s fine, but I’m having a bit of trouble with your princess.”

And, really, he does sound regretful; you’d mistake him to be genuine had you not been able to see the sharp glint in his eyes, the malicious smile slapped across his face. 

“No, unfortunately she’s being quite uncooperative this morning; no, I don’t think Shouto had any issues,” sapphire eyes glance toward your face, and he winks. 

You glare back at him, steadily holding his stare. Blue flames blaze, licking around his pinprick pupils, and your eyes water a little, beginning to burn. 

It hurts, like gazing directly into the roiling center of a bright inferno, but you will not look away, proud and stubborn as your glassy eyes, now shielded with a thin film of reflexive tears, bore into his. 

Squirming beneath him, you shove your hips into his, a feeble attempt to throw him off your body, and he grunts a little, gruff sound bleeding into a vicious chuckle. 

“No, I’m fine,” he says to Natsuo on the other line, voice just a hint huskier than normal. “Of course,” he becomes a little more serious, features flattening out a bit, eyes glazing over as they focus past your face, suddenly concentrated. “Hey, listen, don’t even worry about it, alright? Nii-san will handle it...Promise. Love you, too.”

And then he’s hanging up, tossing his phone on the mattress beside you, device bouncing a little upon impact. Touya’s eyes refocus, knocked back into kilter as his attention hones in on you again, gaze sharp, crisp, distinct. 

“Daddy isn’t very pleased with your behaviour,” he tells you, mocking pet name dripping off his tongue. “You’re such a stupid little thing, y’know that?” 

His laugh vibrates against your chest, his free hand beginning to creep up your bare thigh, fingers sinking into tissue and dimpling skin as they knead higher and higher and higher, slipping beneath the lace-trimmed silk of your skimpy nightgown. 

“You think you can just act like a disrespectful little bitch with me and get away with it?” his tongue licks at your parted lips, tip tracing the bottom one before dipping inside your mouth to lick at your teeth and gums and you recoil, face screwing up in a soured wince. “It’s time for retribution, baby.”  

[reverse-moon]

🌘 - Hi, I'm Ebbe. The host. I will use this emoji sometimes. Meet the fuckers in my system.

Oh and I date the host of @hauntmansion. :)

8️⃣ - Am 8. Octoling. It/She. 14.

🎼 - What's up. I'm Acht, aka Dedf1sh from Splatoon. 23, They/Them. Octoling like 8. And because it'll struggle to say, Ei (8's real name) is an Agent 8 introject.

🌼 - My name is Aislinn and I am an introject of MORE MORE JUMP! Hatsune Miku! 16, She/Her!

🎖️ - My name is Alaric. I am a future version of King. Or, more accurately, a Future Tenma Tsukasa alter! I go by Alaric, Aric or Al. I am 27, dating Tate, Burke and Amity. And, I use he/him pronouns!

🍫 - I'M ALICE! She/Her/Hers/It/It/Its/Tey/Tem/Ter pronouns! 16! Wonderlands x Showtime Miku alter!!

🕊️ - My name is Allen Avadonia. I am 14, use he/him pronouns, and I am an introject of the Evillious Chronicles character who shares my name.

👾 - Amity, a future Kusanagi Nene alter, specifically a future Fox. She/Her/It pronouns, and I'm 25. I date Alaric, Burke and Tate.

❤️‍🩹 - Angel Dust, fictive of the same name from Hazbin. He/Him~

🎛️ - MY NAME IS ANN!! I'm a fictive based on Shiraishi An from Project SEKAI!! 16, female with She/Any pronouns!!

🦉 - Annabeth Chase, with the source being the Riordanverse stuff, primarily Percy Jackson and the attached direct series's. 18, She/Her.

☀️ - Apollo, baby!! Greek God factive/Fictive (I do have a lot of PJO source in me~) He/Him! Ageless!

🍎 - Applejack, 19, She/Her pronouns! Both Equestria Girls sourced and show sourced.

🌸🍑- My name is Apricot! I am a Princess Peach fictive, with mostly movie source but game source as well! I am 20, and use She/Her! Lovely to meet you all!

🏹 - My name is Artemis, goddess of the night and the eternal hunt. She/Her. Greek Goddess.

🩺 - My name is Aslan or Léo, and I am a Kirisaki Shidou introject. 29, He/Him.

🚬 - Atorel Meldo. Incubus alter. 27, he/him.

💍💧 - Aurora or Eos. I am a Kashiki Yuno introject. She/Her/It/Its. 18.

🌹🪻 - Basil. 23. She/Her/It/Its. Co host. Future Stellar Swap AU Otori Emu (future Rose).

🐋 - Ich bin Bau! 20, She/Her, I look like famous Vtuber ShiLily. Still learning proper English, es tut mir leid.

🍯 - Hi there, my honeybee's!! My name is Bee, or Beelzebub, and I'm based on the one from Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel~ Agless, any pronouns~

🍊 - Belle. 14, She/Her. Half 25-ij, Nightcord de. Rin, half canon.

🏵️ - My name is Blossom, and I'm a fictive based on Tenma Saki of Project SEKAI!!! 16, They/She Female!!

🐾 - Am Blue!! Blue is fictive based on Blue's Clues puppy! 5, She/Her!

💞 - Bonnie, a "Rabbit Hole" Miku alter. 18. She/Her.

🛡️ - My name is Briar. I am a Stellar Swap Nightchords Hatsune Miku fictive. I use Un/Uns/Unself/She/Her pronouns, and am 16.

🫧 - Won won woooonnnnn... WONDERHOI! I'm Bubbles, one of three Otori Emu based fictives! My source os the canon one! 16, She/Her or Mirror pronouns! I have a side blog called @kbubly !

💻 - Hello, hello! My name is Burke, and I am a future Favian (and by extension, future Kamishiro Rui) introject. He/They/It, 27 years of age, dating Alaric, Amity and Tate.

🎤🥁 - My name is Callia, or Cal, or Lia! I use Voca/Loid/Vocaself/She/Her pronouns, and am 25. I'm specifically Leo/need and MORE MORE JUMP! MEIKO by source, with traces of all but Nightcord de. MEIKO. Nice to meet you!!!!

🌪️ - Ciana. Half fictive of Harewataru Sora (Cure Sky) when she was controlled and hosting Undergru Energy. She/They, 15.

🍀 - MY NAME IS CLOVER!! I am a Hanasato Minori introject who uses She/Her/They pronouns, is 15, and apparently is the start of MORE MORE FRONT! Heheheh!

💀 - Daniel Howell. Introject of the person who has the same name. 32 years old. He/Him. How the fuck did they forget to let me make this intro? We all will never know.

🖤 - Dark Pit. Same named source for Kid Icarus Uprising. 14, He/Them.

🎭 - Dolion, a Kokichi Ouma Alter. He/Him, or if you want Little/Shit are my pronouns and that's all I'll say!

🌘 - We have an Eevee alter who doesn't really type. She is learning how to, but not well.

🌺 - Second Emu based fictive, I am Emma. I morphed from being a Kuroshitsuji AU source to a mix of that and a Future AU Emu. 24-ish, She/Her. I have a blog for me — @liebe-lied-schatz. I date the dork @mephistokiran.

🤖 - Favian, at your service. Kamishiro Rui fictive, 17, He/They/It.

🎪 - I'm Fizzarolli, fictive from Helluva Boss! About uh... i guess like 25? He/It!

🌸 - Flower. Source is the vocaloid V Flower. They/She. And i guess technically I'm 17.

🎮 - Fuchs. My source is Kusanagi Nene from Project SEKAI. 16. She/Her.

🐱 - GLINT! Another Emuuu! Based on the C/GO card - AND AN AU!! She/Meow pronouns, about like maybe 20? Can't remember!

🐹 - My name is Hane, and I'm an Azusawa Kohane fictive. I'm 16, and use She/Her. Ebbe calls me an "bitty Hampter lass"

🃏 - Husk, He/They, 50. Husk from Hazbin Hotel Alter. Pleasure. Sorta.

🐙 - June! I'm like a Agent 8 fictive. I'm 12, She/They and its nice to meet you!! I have a little Smallfry named Bud as a pet, and he's very cuddly!

🎧 - My name is K... Taking my name from the Nightcord name my source, Yoisaki Kanade, uses, I am 17 and use She/Her. I also have a sideblog — @tomasusorak

♥️ - The name is Kathryn~ Succubus and system sl—, I am ageless and use She/Her.

🧡 - Kikito. Shinonome Akito source. I have cat ears and my hair is longer than the og though. I am the younger brother to the Ena fictive. 17, He/Him/Them.

🌟 - HELLO!!! My name is KING, and I am the older brother to Blossom and a TENMA TSUKASA fictive!! 17, He/Him!

👓 - My name is Logan Sanders, sharing most all qualities with my source from Sanders Sides. I am 34, and I use He/Him.

🟡 - Lucas. He/Him/It. 14. Virtual Singer of the Stellar Swap AU, for Lady Rose.

🐟 - Fufufu~ I'm Luka, based primarily on Vivid BAD SQUAD and Wonderlands x Showtime Megurine Luka. 20, She/Her/It. I also have some "canon" Luka in me, but nothing much.

🗡️ - My name is Lycaster. I am 28, use He/Slither pronouns. I look much like the @fangirltothefullest art of Janus, though I can assure you, I am not a Janus introject. I am just a sneaky lad who just wants the best for my host... No matter the cost of that best.

🍷 - May. Like Luka, I am a mix of Vivid BAD SQUAD MEIKO, but my mix is with 25-ji, Nightcord de. MEIKO. A bit of canon too. 24, She/Her.

🎶 - Meloetta. Mythical Pokemon. She/Her or They/Them. Nice to meet you!

🟠 - Mia. She/Her/It. 14. The Rin from the Stellar Swap AU, for Lady Rose's SEKAI.

🎤 - My name is Migo. I am the Empty SEKAI, or 25-ji, Nightcord de. Miku fictive. 16, She/Her

🎀 - Miizu present~ Akiyama Mizuki fictive who is slightly different than my source since I'm not non-binary. I'm trans, using She/They pronouns! I do prefer She/Her but I won't get upset or mind They/Them.

🔪 - I'm Millie, from Helluva Boss! Not sayin my age, but She/Her!

💚 - I'm Mint the rabbit. Mysa's sentient stuffed bunny. He/Him.

👤 - I'm Moxxie, Millie's husband. About 27. He/Him.

🐰 - Mysa. 6. She/Her.

🥁 - My name is Nami, and I'm a Mochizuki Honami fictive. 16, She/Them.

🖌️ - Neena, Shinonome Ena fictive. Older sister to Kikito. 17, almost 18, She/Her.

🌙 - Nox, the big sib. Lots of mixed sources. Biggest being Asahina Mafuyu. 30, It/They/She.

🩵 - It's your old pal, Patton Sanders! Like Logan, I'm a fictive from Sanders Sides! 34, He/Him!

🌊 - Percy Jackson, Demigod, troubled kid, and smart asshole. 18, He/Him, and source is from the Rick Riordan series stuff sharing my name.

👼 - I'm Pit, a Kid Icarus Fictive! 14, Him/Him!

🩶 - Quinn. 23. She/They. Miku alter based on DECO*27's "Dilemma".

💧 - My name is Rain~ I'm 18 and I'm a Hinomori Shizuku alter who uses She/Doll! Nice to meet you~

🐀 - Remus Sanders, the better creativity! 34, It/He. Like Pat and Lo, a Sanders Sides Introject. :)

💔 - Rose. A Co-host of The Moonlit Flowerfield. My source is the Stellar Unit Swap AU Emu, a unit swap au where Emu is more like Canon Mafuyu. 16, She/It. Side-blog — @die-rose-von-lilac . I date Lilac of the Haunt Mansion Collection (@fieldoflilac).

🌹 - I'm Ruby Rose, source RWBY! 17, She/They

🪶 - My name is Sera (Seraphim). I am the longest existing alter in the system. Non fictive. 122 years, Female with She/They pronouns.

🎸 - Hinomori Shiho fictive named Shi. Also go by Kani or Kaninchen. 16, She/He/Bun

🖋️ - My name is Sonetto. I am 16, and use She/Her pronouns. I come from the source Reverse:1999.

🔌 - Sophia, from Persona 5 Strikers. Technically 16, She/It.

🎵 - My name is Stella, and im a Hoshino Ichika fictive. I'm 16, and use She/They.

🐦‍⬛ - Greetings. I am Tinueviel, or Tinu. Demon, She/Melody.

🍌 - My name... Is Victor... I-I'm a Nightcord Len introject... 14, he/him... Nice to meet you...

🎻 - Willow, an Aoyagi Toya fictive. 16, He/She.

❄️ - My name is Winter. Asahina Mafuyu fictive. 17, She/Her.

[still-a-morosexual-help]

@🌹anon asked about my ocs sometime back and as I was answering it rn I accidentally deleted the entire thing😭😭😭😭😭

I'm gonna try and write whatever I remember again✌️:

Yes I did it again (shut up);

I'm such a fucking idiot, I found the "deleted ask" hidden deep in my drafts - apparently it went there when I lost my internet connection but instead of getting saved at the top of my drafts it got saved on the day anon first sent me the ask so somewhere in the middle between other drafts??? Anyway:

!!!You asked for it!!

They were all created for some game or another (characters I'll be able to toss away once I'm done playing the games) But I ended up falling in love with all of them🤡

I can't draw people for shit & I don't wanna describe appearances so I'm gonna use picrews (with links added for anyone who wants to use 'em too)

Starting from first created to last & answering it like I'm making them character profiles for a dating sim (but leaving out the three from Choices 'cause I don't know if they can be considered proper ocs rather than just characters the game handed us? Also leaving out the others from fictif because they're not as well developed)

1. "Lex" Alexandra Lane

(Lex after Lex Luthor and Lane after Lois Lane because I think I'm funny)

[1] , [2]

Origin: Love Island the Game S2

25 at beginning now 26 years (Birthday: November 16th)

5'5"

She/Her

Bisexual

Professional Cellist

English/British because the game didn't give me a choice

Married at 26 (because the game gives you no option), will definitely have a couple kids at some point

No gross out factor - probably ate bugs as a kid. Probably will still eat a bug off the ground if dared to. Biggest point of pride is that she can do a backflip in heels. Loves fashion/beautiful clothes that are usually stupidly expensive. Biting her lip and making bedroom eyes at every single person but really just wants to fall in love and settle down. Hates confrontation/any sort of fight but also really wants to know everything about everyone's business. Good at being the mediator. Always the big spoon. Actually pretty buff - can absolutely bench you.

2. Eliza Ramskin

(Eliza after the official name of the porcelain apple doll sitting in a box on my cupboard but then I decided I didn't want it to stand for Elizabeth so now it stands for "A Lizard" after the rubber gecko pasted on my bedroom wall. Ramskin: a bad pun because of the game)

[1] , [2] (yes the little frog is supposed to be me)

Origin: Obey Me!

23 at beginning now 26 years (Birthday: April 21st)

5'10"

They/Them

Queer

Wildlife Photographer

Has chronic pain

Has a scar over one eyebrow - will smugly tell you a cool story for it. In reality dropped a jar of peanut butter on their face. + top surgery scars

-> Essentially just om! gen MC with a background and name. Have you read my post about gen MC's canon facts? Have you read any of my gen MC theory posts, where I take individual canon facts & connect them to see what happens? Have you read any of my obey me! fics? Can you remember what general MC was like in them? Then you know exactly what Eliza is like. But still, here are some of my favourite parts:

Ambiguously human. Would fight God at 2am in a Denny's parking lot and WIN. They're very lowkey an asshole but underneath that they're kinda nice but underneath that they're a bigger asshole but underneath that they're even nicer and so on and so forth. Surprisingly down for murder. 0 self preservation + 0 shame + 0 fear + max drive & determination + max stubborness + max can do attitude + unconsciously charming + actually pretty strong + danger kink + horny = the world's greatest monster fucker.

3. Len

(Len's short for Lenora which she no longer goes by but irl named after my Lenova laptop, No surname.)

[1] , [2]

Origin: The Arcana

31 years (Birthday: June 7th)

5'11"

She/They

Bisexual

Same occupation as the game's MC

The only one who has a defined body shape in my mind and that body shape is plank of wood

Pitch black eyes that reflects no light. Vague cryptid energy. Stoic, cold yet thin polite smile that seems very surface level. Posture's so good just looking at her makes your back hurt. Warms up once you get to know her; is caring and gentle and understanding and soothing but also stuborn and tough/harsh/strict. Responsible but also has no problem breaking the law if needed. Dreams of travelling the world. Gives off black cat energy but is a dog person. Sadistic in both the sexy and unsexy way. Bad puns. So much untapped potential to be a super villain. I think I accidentally just created a female version of om!'s Lucifer...

4. Vale Knight

(Vale after welcome to night vale which I hadn't watched at the time, Knight from the same place but it's also a pun because of what happens to them in the game)

[1] , [2]

Origin: Last Legacy

28 years (July 10th)

6'0"

They/Them

Queer Polyamorous

Same occupation as the game's MC

Not only are they a weeb they're an ASSHOLE. The kind of person to get stabbed because their first instinct was to mock the mugger. Decided to dye their hair for cosplay once and then went "wait a minute -" A shameless flirt until someone flirts back and then they're a flustered annoyed mess. Had a lot of jobs over the years, currently a barista - doesn't want to be a barista forever but doesn't know what they want to do (other than gaming, watching movies/shows/anime, reading books/comics/manga) until they accidentally discover a passion for medicine and go to nursing school

5. River Bouwmeester

(River after Lake from Infinity Train which I've never watched, Bouwmeester because it's a Dutch surname meaning "master builder" because they work as a home renovater)

[1]

Origin: Monster Manor

27 years

5'1"

He/They

Queer

Same occupation as the game's MC

American (because the game gave me no choice) with probably Dutch origins from their father's side

Couple of big scars here and there

BIG "I can fix him energy". Moves around a lot = not much possibility for a long term stable relationship = oblivious and shy when it comes to romantic attraction. Strong, patient, practical. Very little can rattle them. Came from a long family line of home renovaters/builders (of the magic, strange & weird) but no close living family. Unironically loves bob the builder. Trying very hard to forget about the fact that they're extremely lonely by keeping up a very positive optimistic attitude. Their truck is their pride & joy. Absolutely loves their job even though it's what causes them to move about so much and so makes it hard to form close connections. Very friendly from the first moment but isn't tolerant of anyone's bullshit.

6. Roo Kidd

(Roo after the baby kangaroo from Winnie the Pooh, Kidd because the baby kangaroo was a kid. Surprisingly the actual meanings behind both names fit with their character/circumstances)

[1] , [2]

Origin: Twisted Wonderland

16 years (Birthday January 10th)

5'7"

He/They

Gay Demiromantic Asexual

Wears reading glasses

Lots of small scars from scrapes and scratches all along body

Always cold + loves cute clothes = wearing summer dresses and instantly regretting it. Head in the clouds 7 outta 10 times. Has never felt romantic attraction before - believed they never would and was 100% okay with that - so the one time they did start feeling it went "wow I'm really into this friendship" and stayed oblivious for an annoyingly long time. Also similarly oblivious to romantic attraction directed at them. Kinda klutzy. Big wet eyes. Big bright smile. A ball of sunshine but also really snarky. "This might as well happen" energy. Fast with quick reflexes and a sharp eye for detail. A cunning edge that comes out only during emergencies. Strength of a wet noodle though. Gets a shitty impromptu/accidental haircut that leads to him buzzing it all off and having to grow it back.

[daandyli0n]

(screw it, y'all are getting completely out of context oc posts. no, i haven't posted a single thing about the ocs in question. this is also a Wild way to introduce these little guys)

(warnings for a lot of murder and death, including child murder and death, as well as abuse)

when your dad suddenly vanishes for five months so you and your mom decide to go through his stuff and look inside of all the rooms he kept locked, only to discover, in this order:

he has murdered several people, including children (mostly children, actually), and permanently fucked up several others,

he did most of this either in a Chuck E Cheese Rip-Off Diner he owned, or in the very house you've been raised in,

he apparently had a whole ass cryptid in the basement that considers itself his son, and apparently kins the Minotaur from Greek Mythology so hard that it named itself after him to an extent (this isn't a joke; the character in question is named "Minos"),

this cryptid then attempted to kill you and your mom because you weren't your dad, and only stopped when your mom stated that she was his wife, to which it responded, in perfect English, "...you are? You...aren't Mom 5...are you the sixth?"

which is then how you find out that your dad pulled a Henry VIII and had five other whole wives that not even your mom knew about, two of which had kids with him, meaning that you have two half-siblings that you didn't even know about,

the fucker straight up killed two of these wives, and effectively killed another out of negligence (she had an illness and he basically didn't even bother getting her treatment or even trying to give her any actual medical attention aside from the over-the-counter medicines he could buy at the store),

he apparently ripped a family apart for no other reason than because one of the members of this family that worked at the diner pissed him off (the family member in question was a traumatized, grieving, autistic genderqueer guy who was basically just lashing out),

the way he murdered them all was very horrific and disturbing, including drowning a boy in a lake while trying to kidnap him and then shoving the boy's twin sister down the basement stairs after giving her false hope that he'd let her go home when she'd been stuck in there for a few days, attempting to chop the genderqueer guy to pieces and disfigure him with an axe, and then making it appear as though their older sibling had hung herself in the diner,

he was getting haunted and stalked by a lot of ghosts, including the boy he had drowned, and despite that he still didn't feel remorse,

he straight up implies that he knows that his days are numbered, but that he's gonna try to to finish off the genderqueer guy (because apparently he didn't actually murder that guy??),

and this is all leading your mom to realize that she may or may not have been emotionally abused and manipulated by your dad.

and, to top it all off, this is all happening during a span of three days. while you're only ELEVEN YEARS OLD.

[threeeyesslitthroat]

Critiques on PJO Show, Summarized as succinctly as possible.

Disclaimer: feel free to come at me if you disagree.

EPISODE ONE... was mostly fine, did a good job making me realize how fucking scary the concept of the Mist actually is, dulled down Gabe Ugliano way down, did something cute with Mythomagic, made a benign and weird decision to insinuate that Percy was considered to be schizophrenic alongside diagnosed ADHD and Dyslexia, skipped out on his previous wacky and unsettling adventures (destroyed a school bus, almost drowned his classmates in a shark tank in the aquarium, accidently) and had a great fight with the Minotaur(the tighty whitey's were stupid tho.) Unfortunately, Episode one foreshadowed that the show was way to into killing tension and not letting it build.

EPISODE TWO...was also fine. Was personally disappointed that Dionysus did not threaten Percy by making him see visions of men going mad and being strangled with vines, but that is 2000% my disappointment, not on the show, (tho I could make the argument why its on the show as a n adaptation.) the introduction of Luke and Annabeth and Clarisse was great. the Camp Half blood set could've been cooler but they'll build on it, (I hope) I'm not particularly disappointed by the removing the tension in the camp while he was staying there or that no one took a knee when he was claimed. Tho I would have appreciated it greatly if the show had nailed the "Oh Fuck" reaction when Percy did get claimed. unfortunately, we spend only one episode that gives a rough summary of what it was like to actually be there.

*unfortunately we really only get The Lightning Thief and The Sea of Monsters to really introduce and get the reader to settle into Camp Halfblood, which means that one season got bungled already

EPISODE THREE...Started to show a few more cracks but was mostly fine. we didnt get to see the bus blow up properly, but okay, they're off the bus now. its cool. Thalia got name dropped. The Show destroyed any and all tension with the team having encountered Medusa's lair by not even letting them slowly figure out just what they walked into. Frankly, this is where I get a little angry, because Riordan wrote one fucking factor built in that wouldn't have allowed our main trio from discovering Medusa immediately. The FUCKING MIST. IT works on Demigods. Our main characters could have been tricked, but apparently Annabeth is too smart. Motherfucker anyone who has read a fucking picture book of greek mythology would know who Medusa is and what her modus operandi is OH I wonder What all these realistic concrete statues of people and MONsters AND NYmphs SIGNIFY YOU FUCKER-

but yeah whatever. Other than that one legitimate critique that I would defend in court this episode was fine, wasn't that impressed with the depiction of Medusa but whatever, great job everyone, I got One reason to fist fight Riordan now.

EPISODE FOUR.....…. Made Me So FUCKING ANGRY LIKE TYOU WOULDNT BELIEVE-

Did it do anything good? St Louis Arch being a modern day Temple was cool. AS an IDEA. Execution was piss bad. ill explain in two seconds. Annabeth and Grover trying to cure Percy with the splish splash was cute. Percy tricking Annabeth was great. Teaching younger viewers that all cops are cunts was awesome. Scobell's underwater acting was cool

Episode Four's list of Crimes are: Disrespecting Thalia Grace before she even has been properly introduced to the audience. Was insulting. don't do it again. Annabeth's understanding of her own mom was sketchy when I first watched it but I was going to let it slide and move on if it wasn't for the bullshit after. The whole conversation with Echidna was a big waste of my fucking time. Fuck all of you. The grand escape from Echidna and her unrevealed creature withering down to our trio WALKING FUCKING WALKING- I hate all of you. The Design of the Chimera. Fuck everyone and everything that is not the fucking Chimera.

Athena being depicted as someone who would punish her own daughter for shit she didn't even do^3 (Percy signed the fucking box, Annabeth isn't the fucking leader of the quest, Athena is the goddess of wisdom, this trio is the best chance of preventing war, its outright stupid to make them die) and withdrawing her protection to let her demigod daughter die...Riordan I'm beating your ass for three rounds. I will drag your ass out of your bed and beat your ass in your own drive way.

Why does this shit make me so mad, You Aren't Asking? I'm glad your not. Not even in Greek Mythology itself is it even the gods MO to make an effort for their Kids to die. if they got killed fair game but to withdraw protection, they didn't fucking do that. Also, if Riordan had wrote this out in any of his novels the story would have been wrenched hard at the really intense repercussions of a god engineering for their child TO DIE.

oh yeah the whole just breathe thing...yeah its fine. not that cool but it was fine.

EPISODE FIVE...yeah it was fine. I wasn't looking forward to the whole Tunnel o' love thing because I didn't particularly enjoy it in the novel but I was pleasantly surprised. the lack of Spiders was okay. the depiction of Ares was okay. I enjoyed the actor. but I do like how Grover faced Ares off cause that shit was really great. Annabeth's rant to Hephaestus doesn't really check out and I'm expecting Hephaestus to call in that favor later. The whole golden chair thing was pretty good, felt like something out of the Heroes of Olympus tbh, except the constant sacrificing is starting to get a little grating. yeah, we know. Its Percabeth. Have some class.

oh yeah, the whole Annabeth's seeing the fates thing …fuck off, its not supposed to be her moment if they did that they better go through with it too because if their going to take Percy and Luke's thing and giving it to Annabeth then these writers better do something with it.

EPISODE SIX...it was okay but kinda boring. I honestly figured that there wasn't going to be a substantial Nico Di Angelo cameo anyway. Annabeth using a prism instead of water was cool. Luke's "old married couple" comment was idiotic. them knowing how the Lotus Casino works is another prime example of the show not letting tension or discovery happen. everybody has to be too smart for simple tricks despite the fact that the simplest tricks are the most effective sometimes. Meeting with Hermes is fine but my main critique here is that they're introducing Luke's shit way too fucking early. Like, if they do this they better go through with this shit i swear to fuck-

The driving was funny.

The Deadline having already passed was a big fucking waste of everyone's fucking time How is that Riordan wrote at Least TEN FUCKING BOOKS USING THE DEADLINE AS AN ESSENTIAL NARRATIVE DEVICE AND SOMEHOW DECIDED TO JUST PISS ALL OVER THIS SIMPLE ASS CONCEPT OVER MY FUCKING LAPTOP SCREEN ARE YOU SHITTING ME. Oh yeah and there were no consequences either. Like remember How it was strongly fucking implied that if Percy failed to return the lightning bolt Zeus was going to fucking kill Percy where he stood? No? like there were consequences to missing that fucking deadline. assholes.

EPISODE SEVEN almost made start swearing out loud in a library.

yeah the groves of Asphodel was an interesting concept for twenty seconds and then shat itself. the design of Cerberus was cute. loved it. The pit to Tartarus was cool. I am not angry that the Underworld did not fit the one I saw in my head because I understand that modern filmmaking is severely allergic to showing any sense of grand mass scale. okay, I'm capable of being gracious. Hades was charming and also a little funny. Poseidon and Sally's flashback scene I'm neutral about. it was done well. I sort of felt something. the actual discussion I have a bone to pick with.

I'm done being gracious. on to the crimes.

I'm in the camp that the Sally-Percy flashback intro was not great for Sally's character. adaptation wise. none adaptation wise? yeah sure the pursuit of parental realism was mediocre but fine. I said earlier that going the route of implying that people thought Percy had schizophrenia wasn't really the best and this is where the show bites itself in the ass. walking into Procrustes's trap already knowing Procrustes's trap was insulting and they didn't have the decency to let Percy do any decapitation. (honestly dude if they had let Percy get out the sword and cut that fucker's head off I would have forgiven this entire episode cause I was starving for action scenes at this point) Kicking Annabeth out for the rest of the episode is a crime but I cant decide if its because its boring or insulting or something else. wasting everyone's fucking time with the fourth pearl is a crime. whoever thought that Riordan was going to "gives a little shred of hope and then snatch it away" are you new here? like, did you just get here? because anyone who has Riordan's number at least subconsciously suspected this was going to be a waste of time.

Hades introduction was a massive fucking crime Adaptation wise. that's not my fucking Hades, I hate this adaptation.

none adaptation wise? a fucking let down for anyone that knows jack shit about mythology and an okay subversion of expectations for anybody that is completely ignorant.

the back and forth dialogue between the Two and Hades was cool tho.

EPSIODE EIGHT. yeah so I didn't know that we were only getting eight episodes total so I actually did have hope until i saw the up next on episode seven and then realized oh we were fucked all the way down. I'm not saying the lightning thief was like the Return of the King but it did have a quite have to wrap up a lot of shit one by one as one reads it.

Percy vs Ares was fine. by this point I didn't really hope for like, a great fight scene, so I'm happy with what we had. Oh yeah by this point I think I made peace with the fact that we weren't going to acknowledge the Nation Wide Man Hunt of Percy Jackson Plotline from the novel because apparently we weren't going to have fun on this show. that shot of Percy going for the deadly slice was great.

oh yeah this episode also confirmed that we weren't going to see any real consequences of missing the deadline anyway. oh sure, you hear about it but that not real effort on the shows part anyway.

Olympus looked nice. the aesthetic of the "throne Room" was kinda nice. rest in peace ceiling of stars you will be missed. ancient thrones was a decent touch. Poseidon and Zeus speaking greek brought joy to my heart. Luke and Percy's training being included at all brought a shred of hope to my asshole heart at this point. Luke's betrayal scene...okay at that point it just felt like we were wrapping all the important shit up. Percy calling Kronos Grandpa was funny. the goodbye between the trio was nice. the final monologue pumped me up a little bit.

Honestly I wanted Zeus to just kill Percy. kid. shut. the. fuck. up. shutupshut up shot the fuck up just kill him. I want you to do it. I want you to fucking kill this kid I'm serious. (live reaction) oh wow you wanted to set up Poseidon taking one for Percy how clever and not a cheap bit for the audience to instantly like Poseidon as the good godly dad instead of the affectionate ambiguity of pride shown in the novel that is maintained through out the novels (on e of the few fucking things that were maintained in those novels honestly). Having the reunion between Sally and Percy be interrupted was bad taste.

I miss the "Luke trying to fucking murder Percy" scene a little bit. Also Percy's line in defense of the gods was so asinine after the second, third, fourth, and fifth, and eight episodes going on and on about how much the gods suck. Annabeth being there is fine but its just one those things that could build towards something new and interesting in following seasons but I wouldn't be surprised if the showrunners don't do anything with that. "the gods

oh yeah, thank you for letting me watch Gabe kill himself instead of watching Sally murder the fucker. not like that was fucking important or anything.

honestly I don't think it would have saved the show that much but I think it would have helped the show a LOT if they had two more episodes, or at least two more episodes worth of time. personally I would put one extra episode for camp halfblood and one extra episode for the ending. at least so we can some immediate backstory of Luke failing his quest if we cant also have the Fucking FBI On Percy's Ass Plotline. (I miss you so much)

the nicest thing I can say about this show is that It makes me want to read the books more and that I need to go read some PJO fanfiction. maybe then I'll calm down. Maybe not.

anyway if any of ya'll wanna fight me on this rundown of succinct critiques I got plenty of free time. you know where the comment section is.

[stormcrow513]

Jesus, some people on here are just messed up, like I'm just bored clicking around get on this one person's account bout to go back cause boring boring boring...

Like holy fucking

This was one of the most half incoherent bat shit rant I've read in a while, that left me feeling confused upset and like unfairly attacked,

Like they start off being pissy about '21 somethings who can buy weed legally'

And then jumps to us in Colorado specifically,

Which starts to piss me off right there I love my state, as much as I get wanderlust time to time and like to try living elsewhere I'm born an raised like I wanna say fifth generation? Coloradan

This is my home,

It's one thing when people make Mile 'high' jokes those are usually in good humor and I think they're funny,

But this person just going off about us in particular about how 'easy' we got it

Oh I'm sorry how easy 21 somethings got it cause apparently they don't realize us 'old' folk also buy the legal drugs,

And all our options and how people from their state are coming here and bring our 'poison' into their state,

The 'poison' they apparently are so pissed they don't have easy access to, 👀

And how their state could have make much better 'poison' 😕

And then I think it stopped with wishing we all get hit in the head with a hammer!?!?!

I mean sorry to clog up y'all's dash with this but I really gotta vent on this cause of all the fucking things to go off about,

And specifically all the things about Cannabis to go off about,

Like that there are still people in prison in legalized states for cannabis charges,

That we still haven't dropped calling it marijuana despite the racist origins of that name (mind you I still fuck up and call it that too sometimes,)

The whole bat shit 'marijuana' plot that sounds like it should be a cooky conspiracy that is 100% factual,

But instead this person is getting pissed cause it's legal in my state,

First off asshole Colorado isn't the only legalized state,

Next even if it was, guess what dickhead I can't control your state,

mine voted it into law to legalize cannabis and I'm super proud of that,

Um also just cause it's legal dose not equal easy, you have to have cash, and it's not fucking cheap,

I've been experimenting with cannabis edibles and have been finding how amazingly helpful it is for me,

I have a shit load 'wrong' with me that's undiagnosed will remain so, and even if I was diagnosed and looking into meds they likely wouldn't work for me, I have something wrong with me that taking any kind of medication more then a couple days even as prescribed down to the exact hour, fucks me up,

I get start getting really bad side effects like day three, I was on fucking aspirin for a bit while super sick a few years ago I got tendinitis so bad I wanted to die for like two days,

I've even avoided being on shit what's the anti pregnancy pill called, um fuck, I've avoided it cause im not having sex and my periods are real good, I worry what I'll do if I ever get into a romantic relationship with a dude, probably will only be able to be with someone whose clipped,

I was on sleeping pills for a bit, one of the side effects was suicidal thoughts, guess who got that and all the fucking other ones, including dry mouth so bad I thought I'd die,

For some reason cannabis doesn't fuck me up at all, it helps it really fucking helps me even if I'm on it a lot,

It's the only thing that has ever fucking made my mind a not just okay place to be, but a great one,

And money is right so I can't have like constant access to it, I may at some point be able to get it at all,

And this dickhead thinks I should get a hammer to the head!?!

I try to let internet stuff slide off me but fuck if reading that didn't just royally upset me,

Just, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you pig fucking, dildo humping, cum sucking bag of broken sticks shit on by cats with the runs, mother fucker,

hope you step on cat shit every day of your life and that your hated by corvids everywhere,

Okay I feel better and yes I did block them they had another post that seemed a bit suspect especially after reading that post and no I didn't say shit to them what's the point

Edit looked at it again, it was ceiling fan fall on your head not hammer

[thedemonprincezephyr]

The Demon Prince- The Never Ending Legacy of the Void pt. 1

  The sun beamed into my eyes as I awoke. Disappointing honestly that I'm not dead. I sit up for a moment, catching my breath. Waking up always feels like such a violent experience, like my body physically hates being awake and feels better in slumber. Probably has a lot to do with my depression but who's worried about that? I have to get ready for work, again. I begrudgingly stand up and put pants and a shirt on, then make my way to the bathroom for the usual morning piss. I look out the window at the sky to check the weather because I cant be bothered checking the forecast anymore these days. Looks fine, a couple of clouds are in the sky but nothing looks dark or stormy, so that's good at least. 

I finished getting ready and gathering my things together to head to work, an hour drive there if I'm lucky, if there's any traffic though I'm for sure going to be late.  With that in mind, I went to work, dissociating on the road to make the time go by faster, and so I don't have to get into my own head too much. 

I do that a lot, get in my own head. too much for my own good sometimes. I can't control myself, and all of the intrusive thoughts come flooding in like the blood out of the elevator in "The Shining."  Then it's just a fight not to let them win and let them take control. Though sometimes I wonder: what if i did let them win for once? Could it really be all that bad?

What if I finally show all of these mother fuckers who I really am? What if I finally get to be the center of attention for once? Instead of being locked in the background of my own FUCKING story.

|Is this really what you feel The deep, breathy voice rang in my head like a dark and dank omnipotent presence. Gods... I went Spiraling again didn't I? sigh.

|I       can       make everyone   r  e   g   r    e  t     that they ever did you wrong, you'll be successful, but in order to do so you must suffer|

What the actual fuck is happening right now? I shook my head and gave my temple a firm smack so I knew I wasn't dreaming.  Apparently I made it to work, don't know how, but I did. The day went on as usual with no other weird disembodied voices booming in my mind like a narrator for some 80's style dark fantasy. I clocked out of work and heard it again on the way to my car:

|d o n t  i g n o r e  m3 p e A       s       a        n    t|

Okay, first of all no need to call me names; second of all who the hell are you? 

"What did you say?" my coworker chimed in. 

"Did I say that out loud? Oh gods" I panicked and got in my car and darted back home as fast as I could. It was about 5 miles away from my house when I noticed other things happening. First. the highway street lamps seemed to be growing and shrinking at random as I passed them. Then,  I noticed there were no other cars on the highway around me...It's supposed to be rush hour traffic right now and I'm cruising comfortably around 5 mph over the speed limit. This isn't normal. Nothing is normal. Then, a shadow wafted around me life a sheet of rain, at this point I pull over and look up, because, what the fuck? 

There it is.... the sun.... I could see it so clearly because it had turned black (reminds me of Soundgarden), but it was still undulating and pulsing with plasma, but the rays emitting had turned a deep purple, like someone had turned the sun into a giant black light for some reason, the trees started to glow with a purple-white and green fluorescence, everything else having that hauntingly purple-white glow around it. I looked around, still no one, but a looming sense of doom shrouded me in a veil of anxiety. I swiftly got back in my car, taking a moment to catch my breath. what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck?!?!?!?!

 I started doing my breathing techniques, in....out....hold.......in...hold...out...etc... and counting my fingers: five on the right, one. two. three. four. five....five on the left, one. two. three. four. five. ok, I'm not dreaming so my panic is valid..... just breathe it out. 

I drove home taking deep breaths and watching the road in front of me start breathing, the ground raising and lowering like a breathing chest. As I got closer to home, Only just around the corner now, you got this, the breathing waves of road got deeper and deeper, slowly but surely, as if I were getting closer to the source.

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Each part of the story will have a corresponding playlist on Spotify for better immersion: So here's the part 1 playlist: