#✞ slumber party — [ queue ]

[meatriarchived]

&. ❛ we’re still friends, right? ❜ / what if i said post game maria and leland... hes worried abt her ): | @lifesver

Oh the way stomach twists and coils and jerks in her gut. His question, posed ever so gently, so quietly, so disheartened...God the nausea. She could feel its heat shoot from deep inside up to her throat. God the question made her ill. Made the views surrounding them blur and angle cock-eyed, furthering the clenching of her insides at the question as the world around them appears to spin and distort in her eyes.

We are still friends? Right?

Maria knew she had been slowly taking steps away from their group in recent weeks, since they were finally sent home after recovering. Seeing them cleaned off, in fresh clothes, bandaged and stitched together as if those would heal the wounds they separately earned in their own minds; she'd thought, when she'd first come to, that they were better off now, that they were fine, they were safe, they made it and everything would be back to normal.

What a joke, hisses a voice at the back of her mind.

Maria looks back up to Leland, to meet his eyes. She can see the way his features twist themselves in worry, and she bites at the insides of her cheek; she's still making them worry over her, how selfish of her.

Lips part to speak yet nothing forms on them. Not for a little longer. But no matter the series of words she thinks to say, to try and avoid the question perhaps, to try and maybe turn this to a brighter topic even, those sour in the back of her tongue - a warning of nausea still lingering. She knows she couldn't get away with doing so, no matter how convincing she may try to come across. Not with Leland.

These last few weeks, she's heard little outside of her head screaming at her to leave. And it truly only was them - Ana, her friends - that kept her rooted here still. She didn't want to go. She didn't want to be alone. ( but you should - so they might stay safe from your stupidity. )

Maria feels his eyes on her still. And she knows she's been silent too long; the heaviness in the air is as persistent and suffocating as these damned voices, the heat in her throat-

"Yes. Yes, we are, Lee. At least, I -... I hope we are." voice hitches in her throat, and theres that all-too familiar sting behind her eyes and she can't stop herself to think before continuing, "I don't want this, I don't want to feel like this is killing us all, we got out, we're alive-," her words are tumbling out now they've started, cracking her voice, hardly giving room to breathe, "-yet I, I feel like I'm rotting from the inside out, and I feel like if I get too close to any of you it'll spread and rot you all too, Lee, I thought when we got back I wouldn't still be scared yet I still feel terrified-" Maria cuts herself off, a hopeless laugh mixed with the beginning of a sob, and a hand moves up to cover her mouth, stifle them both ( I'm still terrified of losing you all. )

[bxtonpxss]

["It's ok,"] Thor shifts a bit on Daisuke's lap, still sprawled across him with his head resting on the top of his paws. Long ears falling back for a moment then rising right back up as he shakes his head and huffs through his nose. ["I don't mind fighting or getting hurt, especially if its for something I wanna protect."] His words were very sweet and Thor could tell the boy clearly cared a lot but Thor wasn't the type to run away anymore.

["Well, now it's gonna be me, you and dark! So as your new friend I'm gonna protect you no matter what!"] He'd hidden away when his sister was caught, terrified that he'd be next, then ran back to their nest once the coast was clear. He thinks back on that moment a lot, wishing that he'd been braver and gone to confront the trainer instead of running home. He's already made that mistake once and lost his family because of it. He wouldn't do it again.

Thor feels Daisuke shift beneath him and the chu turns his head around so he can look up at the male curiously, eyes large and round. He blinks twice at the question before a smile breaks across his muzzle and he chuckles. With a swish of his tail, Thor raises his upper-half off of the redhead's lap so he could stand beside him on his hind feet. ["Huh? Yeah, of course you can! Here--!"]

Since Daisuke was sitting, they were nearly the same height as he stood. With another swish of his tail, Thor would turn his body towards the other and throw himself at the boy's side, wrapping his stubby little arms around as much of the teen as he could. He even saves Daisuke the trouble by wriggling his head up under his arm and rubbing his cheek against his chest. His tail thumped furiously against the ground in time with every beat of his heart. ["You can pet and hug me as much as you want, whenever you want! Okay?"]

["Oh,"] Tilts his head up slightly so he could peer up at him. ["Really? Uh, thanks! I don't really act mean unless the situation calls for it. You're not like any human I ever met before either! You're different, but that doesn't bother me, cause you're really nice and I think it's cool that we can talk to each other! I never get to talk to humans."]

can he help the sound of dark's laughter , or the firm sense of approval in his heart and his thoughts as thor's words were relayed to him ? human rules were complicated , and daisuke couldn't possibly pretend to understand the reason for each one of them either , but what felt simple to grasp was that nobody liked a thief . stealing was wrong and universally frowned upon , and for a long time , he had grappled with things like this ; the idea of his so-called occupation and who or what he might have been hurting as he broke the law .

even so , those sorts of worries halted as soon as he felt that somebody had gotten into trouble and needed some kind of help . it's why the faint and inexplicable weight on him seems to lift and be relieved by the other's encouragement , if only little by little . at first nothing but a small smile sets onto his expression , and then the pound of his heart pushes beyond its meager rim once more . his red flush spreads as his nocturnal violets gradually dawn , and as the boy's hand holds over his heart , he nods .

' ... yeah , it's not right . ' it wasn't fair . ' it's okay if you don't understand everything , either . even though i'm supposed to , there's a lot i still don't get at all , like why ... why not every human being tries to help each other , or to properly take care of the pokemon they've caught . if it comes down to it , thor , i think ... maybe i would even wish that you'd run instead of fight , because i don't want you to get hurt . ' especially not for his sake .

' but --- it makes me really happy that you were willing to listen to me . for a long time , it's only been me and dark ... ' his hand twitches and shifts again . his palm extends itself outwards , but before it makes any contact with his new friend , daisuke quietly poses the question . ' ... can i pet you again ? or , er --- i don't know , is it too much if i want to hug you ? ' embarrassing as it was , there was still something about the other that he simply wanted to embrace . ' you're a really nice pokemon . i've never really met anyone like you before . '

[doctormead]

A twist on the summoning prompt

Ok, we've had many variations on Danny being summoned by cultists, villains, JLD, JL and bored kids at a slumber party, but what if DANNY tried to do a summons?

The scenario: Danny finds out that, once he hits 21 (let's say he's 16 when this little bombshell gets dropped on him), he's gonna be landed with the Kingship of the Infinite Realms. No, he can't get out of it. No, he can't abdicate to someone he thinks will do a good job. AND, if he can't hack it once he hits that age, the consequences will be...unpleasant to say the least.

Queue panicked questioning of various friendly Ancients who say they can't be his mentor for this (conflict of interest/inadequate scope for what he needs to learn/obscure excuse). Clockwork finally tells the desperate teen that, if he looks hard enough, he will find an appropriate mentor.

Well, Danny doesn't think he has time to search for such a mentor and taking out an advertisement in the IR's local newspaper equivalent may as well be painting a target on his back. But, he HAS been summoned a few times and thinks that two can play at this game.

So, with the help of Sam, Tucker and Jazz, he tries to come up with a summoning ritual for a mentor. The requirements are extensive but specific: non-hostile to Phantom (they initially thought about using "friendly to Phantom" but figured that would be too limiting given their situation), able to instruct in multiple forms of combat, able to instruct in strategy (small scale as well as large scale), able to instruct in management and politics (also on various scales) and, most importantly WILLING to be a mentor in such subjects.

The circle is cast and, when the smoke clears, a very startled Batman is standing in the center. Team Phantom didn't think they'd need to specify that the new mentor also be a ghost.

[no-see-um-incorrect]

Hey life is kinda kicking me in the Ass right now and whenever that happens I usually just binge the playlist of whatever character I feel can bring me joy in that moment sooooooooo

Charlie Headcanons 🐀🍕

:Charlie doesn’t think he looks “impressive” shirtless. Even though Casper has said on multiple occasions *queue slumber party by ashnikko*

“You look like a Fucking painting~”I’m sorry 

: Charlie has Potts and very frequently wears compression gear and joint pads (both for skateboarding and potts)

: Demiromantic 

: can’t comprehend gravity when he’s high. So Casper will walk into the kitchen and see him continuously pushing a plastic cup off the counter

: “🎶all the time I turn around brothers, gather round, always looking at me up-and-down looking at my🎶-OHSHIT!” Boogied down so hard he ate shit 

: Casper got a “baby girl” on board sticker to put on their car 

: he was helping Casper go through some old stuff, and found their old sketchbooks and notebooks from middle school/high school with a bunch of sketches of him in it (nearly brought that boy to tears)

: he has a Walkman and a pocket CD player that he uses on his deliveries, and Casper makes him special mixes 

: has delightful sandwich making skills 

: he used to be Finns dealer (before it was legal) and now he just brings him pre-rolls in exchange for bouquet discounts 

:🕺White boy dancing🕺

: rat bites non-sexual style (but also sexual style)

: physical touch is his love language (once you notice it, you can’t un-notice it)

: has a hidden tattoo Alphonse did on him back in the day 

: loves when Casper puts his hair up in a goofy ass bun 

: When he was a kid, he was constantly covered in multicolored Band-Aids (accident prone baby rat)

: he’s teaching Ratcoon how to play cards (it’s working)

: Him And Casper will do self-care days and listen to early 2000s club music 

: considering he can’t afford therapy Casper took him to a rage room thinking it would help(it did, but I think he scared himself)

: enjoys pineapple on pizza (Casper made him try it)

: can’t comprehend time zones 

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Hope you enjoyed! Sorry if I misspelled anything, my glasses are broken 

[tvt1me]

“……”

-📺👁️‍🗨️ 📻👁️

[They’ve both looked at the state you’re in and it looks like it’s now a slumber party]

Ya- we’re gonna stay right here..-📺👁️‍🗨️

Agreed-📻👁️

you will..?

[ * His tail wags weakly. ]

[ TV TIME QUEUE! ]

[ateriblewriter]

Snuggle Day (c.c)

Requested: no

Warnings: mentions of sexy times (nothing really descriptive), nothing else I believe

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Enjoy! Let me know what y’all think! Anything is welcome!

"Cole," you whisper, brushing aside a stray piece of hair that had fallen in front of his face, prompting him to stir slightly. His bare arms are still wrapped around you, pulling you in closer. The two of you were still sparsely dressed from the night before.

"Come on, lover, I need to get going if I'm ever going to make it back by the time you boys get home." You very much wanted to let your sleepy boyfriend continue in his slumber. But you had wanted to get your training run in before it got too hot outside, and you didn't want to do it anymore. Plus, it's a thirteen-mile day!"

You had been running ever since you were little, a run for fun. Starting with kids runs when you were younger, evolving to cross country and track when you were in high school. You ran your first half marathon during your first year of college, completing a full 26.2-mile marathon the following year.

"I think you should skip your long run today and stay here in bed with me. I can think of a better way to get your training in." Cole's words were muffled when he nuzzled his face into your chest.

"Come on, darling, the boys are probably already waiting for you. Plus, we can always take a shower or something when we both get back." You laughed at your lover boy's insistence on staying in bed. You didn’t want to leave either, but if you both got the things you needed to do out of the way first, then you could pick up where you had left off.

"Or, or, hear me out on this. We stay here while everyone else goes out. We can have a little fun." His eyebrows bounced up and down as he said the last bit, alluding to something more intimate taking place once the other boys staying at the home left. "We can still take that shower and have even more fun in there. And then we can just snuggle for the rest of the day."

"But we have to..." You trailed off, trying to come up with a good enough excuse not to give into the temptation to take a day off of training for your respective sports and spend the day together instead, but nothing was coming to mind.

"Nope. No. You hesitated, and now you can't get up because you are my prisoner for the day. And we are doing what I want to do." Cole, with his arms still wrapped around you, now swung one of his legs over yours, successfully trapping you.

"Okay." You admitted defeat, still not being able to come up with a good enough excuse, and gave in to him. What was one day? You could go on your run tomorrow.

Cole placed his hands on either side of of your face, peppering it with kisses. Grabbing his phone he sent some made up story as to why he wasn’t going to be making it in for training session that morning.

The two of you then had some of the best slow and lazy sex, which was the complete opposite of what was performed in the shower when the party was moved in there after the boys returned to the house.

“Hey do you want to get some snacks? I’ll set up the fort and queue the movie up?” Finishing up in the bathroom, you step out of the bathroom to admire your shirtless boyfriend. God he was beautiful, especially with the various love bites you left on him.

Cole knew once he left the room he was going to be subjected to the chirping of his friends. He let their comments roll of his shoulder.

“You’re just jealous you’re not getting any.” The boy in love smirked showing off the hickies with pride.

He grabbed the plate full of fruits and the of popcorn and brought them back to the room where you had taken all the blankets and all the pillows on the floor arranged to make a small fort.

For the rest of the day, the two of you were tangled up in each other watching movies, eat snacks and talking about anything and everything that came to mind. It was a nice and relaxing day spent together. At some point during a viewing of Toy Story 2, you managed to fall asleep.

“I love you, my beautiful girl.” Cole kissed the top of your head before turning his attention back to the movie playing in the laptop.

[ponds-of-ink]

So I decided to use an old(er?) art prompt generator as a tool to help me figure out what to sketch Springtrap doing.

And I got “Slumber Party”.

Considering some of the queues in Dead by Daylight’s Springtrap Testrun, I would not be surprised if something like this has happened already… In reverse, that is.

[bioshoook]

thank you for the tag @ghoulangerlee 💖💖 (i am doing this so so late)

rules: tag nine people you want to get to know better.

Favorite color: blue

Currently reading: The Terror by Dan Simmons

Last song: Take My Breath Away by Berlin (i'm going thru my alfreyco playlist again OTL)

Last movie: i think it was Slumber Party Massacre

Last series: The Terror tv series

Sweet, Savory or Spicy: sweet AND savory

Craving: sooddaa :3 specifically Dr. Pepper

Tea or coffee: Tea, but only sweet tea! with ice!

Currently working on: downloading the rest of s2 of Gravity Falls to edit with and filling up my queue on here

i'm gonna tag: @fairyspheres, @empresscirque, @ghoulbats and whoever else wants to do this! doesn't matter if you're a mutual or not to me

[lanaindublin]

The modern climate of airline travel frays the mind and will drive even the most resolute of men to eventual madness...

4/2/2025

Regardless its an evironment I braved manys a times, this piece is a little something I drafted up while I was waiting in the boarding hall in alicante last september, presented here in its entirety for friends to appreciate:

6:18am, 19th september 2024, international speak like a pirate day. I embark on a grim journey to the land I, in a prior age called home. In this entry I feel compelled to engage in the time-honoured tradition of authors to complain about the state of airline travel. My woes naturally start long before the clock struck midnight marking the beginning of this most dour day, wherein i had to strike a fine balance in booking my passage. I was in no short supply of options in terms of times, airlines and spans of my visit, but the constraining factors of: being present for a long distance cycle my mother had planned, being present for a sufficiently long time to compensate for the months i have spent in spain away from her doting presence, not staying so long that i might cause my beloved to expire from a broken heart, and the ever-present question of money. Sadly, all these constraints, combined with my choice of departure airport, Alicante, and eventual destination, Dublin, coalesced into a singular grim realisation, that I would have to travel with the airline known as ryanair. Even as I write this passage the feeble of mind, and weak of will, queue in the priority boarding line for my flight...no matter, I shall air my grievances with them at a measured rate. The process of booking a ryanair flight is an exercise in observation, focus and force of will, their website (being the sole avenue by which you can reliably aquire a booking) is a veritable labyrinth of additional charges, extra luggage, travel insurance, in-flight meal pre-orders, shoe-shining services, proprietary travel insurance, novelty ryanair airplane models, giftcards, snowglobes, at-destination car rentals and priority boarding options. If you can navigate this gauntlet of extra charges you will be asked to give the company a scan of your face via webcam to verify your identity and sell onto third party data brokers, and only then, will you be offered the ticket of your dreams at an affordable price. And for now you are granted reprieve, until the day of your journey.

5am is not an hour I voluntarily awake to any engagement, nay, it is a mark of the clock i reserve for stumbling home after a night of frivolities cut short, or the midway point of an average session of Sid Meiers Civilization. Regardless, this was the time whence I was roused from my slumber. I awake to the sound of hatsune miku singing melodious lyrics over the sound of a percussive instrumentation. I silence the phone alarm and take in the surroundings of the sitting room of a friend of the family who lives nearby. Two hours to take-off, cutting things pretty close in the grand scheme of things, but i am already checked in online to keep check-in desk operators to a minimum, my boarding pass is on my phone to save the cost of ink and paper, and cabin luggage is heavily encouraged to curb the cost of luggage handlers. Indeed with such a barebones itinerary 2 hours might just suffice. Instant coffee, a perfectly fine breakfast, exchanged pleasantries, a short car ride and a sincere adieu. I am on my own, with just my purse and a small backpack to carry me through this journey. One last deep breath of crisp morning air and I enter the terminal. Air travel has changed in hops and skips over the 20 something years ive been cognizant of it, never had the privilege of flying pre-9/11 when you could board a plane with a machette, a loaded gun, a lit cigar and a caraffe of double-proof rum. No no, in this day and age I find myself wondering if security is going to take exception to the baking paper-wrapped bowl of homemade marmalade i intend to take aboard.

And so, bloated with the oversized second coffee i took moments after entering the terminal, i waddle towards the waiting xray machines. My boarding pass persuades the electronic gates, which mercifully stand eight-abreast, as six of them are giving no end of trouble to my fellow travellers, unyielding in their cold logic, that the crumpled piece of home printed paper clutched in hand does not constitute a proper boarding pass. I throw my bag and purse into a scanning tray, just as it is picked up by the rubbery grasp of the conveyor belt, i remember to toss my phone in too, and moments before i walk through the metal detector gate i am beckoned to place my "jacket" in too. I flail my jumper, which contains no metals to speak of, over the plastic divider and cleanly into my second scanning tray, moments before it dissapears into the dark maw of the x-ray machine. I step through the metal detector gate and am spared the indignity of a randomly selected cavity search this time. A hapless gentleman in front of me is halted as his satchel contains contraband, the security officer spends a full eight minutes searching the satchel which seemed to contain a total of three pens, before producing a swiss army knife no bigger than a fig, the officer takes the contraband aside, a beloved family heirloom no doubt, dangles it above the disposal bin, looking towards the man, and with a shrug as if to convey "sorry, we are just doing our job, like the gestappo were" drops the knife into the void. The man seems to utter some words, in protest or resignation, i cannot tell, for his voice seems distant and muffled from the depths of his own personal orwellian inferno. After this charade has held up the line for the better part of half an hour, my bag finally emerges from the machine, a second security officer, perturbed by the queer orientation of my bag and the grey ovoid cast by the silhouette of the marmelade on the x-ray image, enters a prolonged groping session with my luggage, their practiced hands capable of ascertaining the presence of class 5 drugs and plastic explosives alike through up to 20cm of clothing and flesh, with nought but an authoratative squeeze. Seemingly unsatisfied by the thorough molestation of my bag, it is taken to the mouth of the machine and put through again at a more neurotypical angle. And with one final squeeze for the Jansport to remember them by, my luggage is relinquished, and i am set free into the purgatory of duty-free.

Before I am permitted to even gaze upon my boarding gate, I am funneled through a winding path of liquor, cigarettes and chocolates, my senses blinded by the lights of images of naked, impossibly muscled men and cloying scent of their advertised fragrances, allegedly akin to what these bearded millionaires' perspiration must actually smell like. I resist the urge to lick the lcd projection of Adrian Brody's photoshopped abs long enough to escape the duty-free labyrinth. As I make my way towards my gate I pass a sign advertising a meal deal of a sandwhich, drink and packet of crisps for €23.99, and I begin to ponder the feverish pasageway i just exited. For once upon a time, airside retail was a wonderfully novel idea, exploiting a loophole which permitted travellers bound for foreign countries to be sold luxury products without the need to apply value added tax, at least that is my understanding of the practice. For decades, family members arriving from abroad would brandish colossal toblerone bars, 5 liter bottles of gin, and 1000-count cartons of cigarettes to fend off the hordes of encroaching relatives, all at a price that would be foolish to turn down. But at time of writing, i know this to be a mere fantasy, and the duty-free section a relic of a bygone era. Previous excursions would have me noting prices of whiskeys, and calculating value ratios down to the alcVol/ml€^2. But now, not only is it no longer worth it, it is actually more expensive than simply buying the products from your local supermarket. Regardless, I drift into the boarding gate hall.

The term "liminal spaces" has garnered a reputation in recent times as abandoned office buildings crawling with entirely tangible dangerous monsters. But a liminal space is by definition, just an area that you pass through. In this moment, walking the length of the vast boarding hall of Alicante airport, I feel its liminality soothing, the stalls and stands of business and enterprise fade from my mind as the polished tile floors pass beneath my feet, and I in turn pass beneath the grand cupolas of the terminals ceiling high above, as the travellator carries me along like some new fangled machine from turn of the century futurist novel. I pass through a passport check, the man in the booth does not look at either my face or the photo in my maroon passport booklet, simply holds it to a scanner that detects the digital chip in its binding. An obfuscated security system notes my presence in the terminal, and I am allowed through. Before I know it, I am in front of the ryanair boarding gate, and i am once again thoroughly grounded in reality.

Michael Oleary is the worst thing to happen to air travel since George Bush. Me and my ilk have tangled with ryanair and their ways in the past, and we have not always come away unscathed. They will humiliate you in front of your loved ones, tear down any semblance of dignity and pride you once held. They will charge you for checking in late, checking in early, not printing your boarding pass, and they will tear you to shreds if you so much as dare to speak out against them. You see, flying with ryanair is not just a test of your administrative ability in procuring a ticket at the advertised price from their labyrinthine website, it is a test of charisma, deception and self-control. "Why yes I believe its quite reasonable to wear a rainjacket, scarf and jumper in these exotic climes. Well what does it matter that I just took them out of my bag? Speaking of, lets check it fits in the sizing box...yes, yes that looks like a good fit, and with minimum groping too." The snootiest of the discount airline flyers have finished their priority boarding, and after a time I step to the line at the boarding gate. My eyes dart frantically from one overburdened boarding staff person to the other, thoughts of 'Does my fanny-pack count as a bag?', 'Surely it would count as a personal item...' and 'Shit, which pocket did I leave my boarding pass in?! Oh right its on my phone...' "I know I was asked to print this out, but I think if I just turn up the screen brightness it-" the staff do not care...this time... I join the masses on the slow march down the finger and into the fuselage, but wait- whats the meaning of this? The finger is cordoned off by a fabric belt!? The crowds descend a stairwell to the barren tarmac below, the finger lies limp and unpiloted as we are ushered through lethal traffic of tarmac buses and luggage trains, to our awaiting aircraft.

Approaching the stairs up to the aircraft doors, I furiously fight the urge to pose alluringly for a photo-op within the aircraft's turbine intake, or to pet the underside of the plane like a beached whale. After another eternity of waiting for everyone in front of me to finish their shuffling about and stowing their seats, I am finally permitted to take my seat in the most cramped space three people have ever been seated abreast in, since the trans-atlantic slave trade. By the end of the flight my leg muscles will have cramped into a gordian knot, that will take months of physiotherapy to recover from. Regardless, it is not too long before we are taxi'd and ready for takeoff. As the turbines engage I feel pressed into the tiny seat by the sudden g-forces of takeoff, I glance out the window as the wings catch the air beneath them. I guess no matter how harrowing they make the experience to get here, I can never get over the novelty of the ground pulling away beneath us. As we ascend to cruising altitude we veer out over the meditteranean in cloudy conditions, and we ascend into the cloud cover of this dreary grey morning. But then, moments later a most curious sight appears out the window. A vista of fields made of clouds like cotton balls, and the colours of a sunrise in dream-like pinks and pale yellows, an incandescing red eye peers through the clouds, the sky above turning a light turqoise as I gaze at this wondrous sight, the alto-stratus clouds in the far distance are painted a gleaming silver, the sun peaks above the cloudline in a blinding flare, the light of its incorrigible fusion reaction uncontested by the overcast sky, the interior of the cabin, moments ago, illuminated by nought but some scant blue LEDs, is now painted by rays of otherworldly gold, ryanairs signature gaudy mustard-stain-yellow on cigarette-smoke-stained-blazer-blue interior furnishings, almost looking good in this majestic illumination. The sunrise continues with a divine indifference to the joy and suffering of the world below, and for a time all the snark and snide is knocked out of me, seemingly left on the tarmac far below, as I beheld the sights no human was ever meant to see, riding on the wings of a man-made miracle.

[firewolf111]

Someone helping Roman with a skid knee

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Someone trying to adopt a pet or bring it into the house without some else notice

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Virgil baking cookies for Patton

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The group dealing with an infestation of some kind

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3 side ice skating but 1 really doesn't know how to skate

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Someone playing a prank and Janus

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Logan refusing to help people build ikea furniture

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2 side putting on a puppet show for the group

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Slumber party with horror movie (patton lies and says he can handle horror movies for 1 night)

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Spa day with Janus and Roman

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Logan asking the other what there favorite subject ares in life

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Patton making sure someone gets the church on time

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Hello @jesterbilly ! Thanks so much for the requests! I don't know if you wanted me to do all of them or some of them, but I'll probably end up doing all of them eventually. It might take time since I'm trying to balance work and others' requests too, but I will get to them eventually. I probably won't tag you in all of them cause I don't want to spam you. (Let me know if you want me to tag you in each of them.) You can check out my tag "this wolf sets sail" to find them. I have 3 in my queue already.

Anyways, thank you so much for the fun requests! Have a great day! <3

[okwhotookmyusername]

Got tagged by @sweet-faerie-mossbell a long time ago, sorry i didnt do it but i had no idea how to find that playlist 😅

Rules: shuffle your on-repeat playlist and post the first ten tracks, then tag ten people

I assumed this meant like open the playlist and check the shuffled queue

Riot - Three Days Grace

Wicked Ones - Dorothy

Drugs - UPSAHL

Way It Was - Can't Swim

Therefore I am - Rain Paris (Probably a cover?)

Insanely Illegal Cage Fight - Dal Av, Jackson Rose

Lonely - Palaye Royale

Gladiator - Zayde Wølf

Teardrops - Bring Me The Horizon

Slumber Party - Ashnikko, Princess Nokia

And because I couldn't like shuffle it without already being on a song i'll add the first one in the playlist because it couldnt really be IN the shuffle

People I Don't Like - UPSAHL

If i was supposed to just list the first 10 in the playlist oops

Again, sorry i didnt do it until now

[slumberpartybingo]

A little update...

Anyone who is still waiting for their Slumber Party or Halloween/Fall Flash cards, I'll be working on them tonight/tomorrow so expect to receive them in the next couple days.

Apologies for the delay, I know some of you have been waiting a little while now, I took a short unintentional break as I had an extremely busy few weeks and barely any sleep 😂 but I'm back now and the queue isn't big so it won't take me more than a day or two to get through them!

[boba-beom]

congrats on 2.8k followers 🎉 you deserve it smiles 🥹 i would like to join you slumber party event if thats okay hehe

can i sign up the queue your song and pass the polaroid? 🤗

hiii bhie thank you sm 🥹🫶🏼 AND OFC YOU CAN,, I’ll add you on :> just send in your req for queue your song whenever and I’ll post it on a weekend 🫶🏼 thank youu for joining! I can’t wait to see what you have in store :>

[john-carle123]

The Smart Home Revolution: Where AR and IoT Make Your House a Home

If you had told me 10 years ago that my home would one day be able to anticipate my needs, adjust to my preferences, and even let me virtually rearrange the furniture, I probably would have laughed in your face. But here we are, standing on the precipice of a technological revolution that is transforming the very concept of the "smart home."

It all starts with the Internet of Things (IoT) – that interconnected web of devices, sensors, and appliances that work together to make our lives easier, more efficient, and downright futuristic. Imagine waking up to your smart alarm syncing with your home's climate control, gradually warming the room and softly illuminating the space to gently rouse you from slumber. As you stumble to the kitchen, your coffee maker is already brewing your favorite blend, just the way you like it.

But the real magic happens when you combine the power of IoT with the immersive capabilities of augmented reality (AR). Suddenly, your living space becomes a canvas for endless customization and personalization and thus iot for better life. Want to see how that new sofa would look in the living room? Just grab your phone and virtually "place" it, experimenting with different layouts and color schemes until you find the perfect fit.

And it's not just about aesthetics – AR can also help you diagnose and troubleshoot your home's inner workings. Visualize the wiring behind your walls, the plumbing under your sink, or the components of your HVAC system. It's like having a digital X-ray vision that empowers you to tackle DIY projects with confidence (or at least make more informed decisions when calling in the professionals).

But the true beauty of this AR-IoT convergence is how it seamlessly weaves itself into the fabric of our daily lives. Imagine walking into a room and having the lighting, temperature, and music adjust to your preferences automatically. Or hosting a dinner party where a simple AR gesture dims the lights, queues up a playlist, and even projects a virtual menu right onto your table.

It's the kind of technology that doesn't just make our lives more convenient – it brings a sense of wonder and delight back into the places we call home. No more fumbling with remote controls or barking orders at virtual assistants. Instead, our living spaces become intuitive extensions of ourselves, responding to our needs and enhancing our overall well-being.

And the best part? This future isn't just a pipe dream – it's already taking shape all around us. From smart home hubs that put control at our fingertips to AR-powered design apps that let us visualize our dream homes, the building blocks are already in place. All we have to do is embrace the smart home revolution and let our houses transform into the cozy, high-tech havens we've always craved.

So why not take a step into the future? Unleash your inner tech-savvy homeowner and let AR and IoT redefine the way you experience your living space. After all, a house is just a house – but a home is where the heart (and the smart tech) is.

[angelicpoison12]

daddy issues ☆

MFA/MFM, (N)SFW, 18+, PORN W/ FEELINGS

Lucifer notices just how much you care. when he gives you a rubber duck, your feelings solidify, and you decide to show him your gratitude in a more... physical way.

Lucifer is downbad for you omg, top!Lucifer, soft dom!Lucifer, mating press, missionary, fluffy sex, i need to show this man some love ya'll oml

—🦢— 

it felt a little odd finding solace in a man that you’d feared your entire life. growing up, you were ushered to avoid the devil at all costs. it felt weird knowing he was a short, funny, socially awkward king that liked rubber ducks.

Lucifer was everything that you never had but wanted in a father; someone who was kind and was willing to guide you in the hotel. you were happy that his relationship with Charlie was getting better. Lucifer seemed to still have some trouble with properly socializing, having a filter, and making sure to catch social queues-but he was trying, and that was what mattered most. 

you often found yourself questioning if you wanted more to come out of your relationship with Lucifer. it was odd, in a way. you were both so nervous around each other that you had to be in a conversation with others just to get it flowing. you both realized you had more in common than you thought you ever would. you were both silly and had your own hobbies that collided in the best ways possible. he made you feel heard and safe. 

—🦢— 

one night, you decided to have a drink to chill out. it had been a long week, and you just really needed to cool off. 

you sat at the bar, looking at Husk with a smile. he smiled back. Husk enjoyed you because you didn’t push his boundaries, and you often respected him. he enjoyed talking to you as well, and most of the time, he’d let you pet his ears if you got drunk enough to ask sweetly. 

“just a soda water, please. i’ve had a long week,” 

you told Husk. he poured you a seltzer and added some juice, sliding it over to you. as he dried a few glasses, he asked,  “what made your week so long?”  “i don’t know honestly. it just felt longer than most weeks,”  you said, shrugging. Husk nodded.  “i understand somewhat. but what’s up? you don’t usually sit at the bar. you often get your drink and go to the lounge,”  Husk said, quirking a furry brow at you. you sighed and looked around.  “i’m waiting for Lucifer... i know he hangs out around here before bed, so I wanted to see him.”  “oh? you wanted to see him before bed, huh?”  Husk asked with a smirk, chuckling as he shook his head. your face turned red, and you pouted, crossing your arms at Husk. he knew all too well that you wanted more than just a friendship with Lucifer. he’d often watched from afar, seeing how you two would both light up in conversations, constantly hitting it off and talking faster than two teenage girls at a slumber party.  

you nodded and quietly said,  “well... yeah, of course i do. he's my friend.”  “he should be down here soon. he’s been locked up in his room all day upstairs. i think he’s been making those dumb ducks,”  Husk said. you were quick to say,  “hey, they aren’t dumb! i think they’re pretty cute.”  Husk only chuckled and shook his head in response, amused by your loyalty to the man.  

Lucifer came downstairs, humming and holding a little paper bag. he saw you and his cheeks were dusted with a rosy red.  “oh! Y/N! i-uh, what’re you doing down here? weren’t waiting for me, were ya?”  Lucifer asked, smiling shyly at you, now holding the bag behind his back. you smiled back at him, watching as he sat at the barstool next to yours, setting the bag on the counter.  “nah, I was just stalking you.”  you teased at him. you noticed the bag and asked,  “what’s that?”  “oh-well, uh it’s-uhm, it’s actually for you.”  Lucifer said. he pushed the bag towards you. it was light and didn’t have too much of a feel to it. you took out the white tissue paper, hearing it crinkle under your fingers, gasping when you pulled out the item inside the bag. 

it was a rubber duck. it was painted and decorated to look like you. it had the swirls of your hair in acrylic paint, your eyes in resin glass, a little beak, and even cute clothes made of fabric he’d sewn himself. Lucifer looked at you, a little nervous as he asked,  “do you like it...? i mean, i hope you do, i spent a lot of time on-”  you didn’t even let Lucifer finish his sentence. you lunged forward and hugged him, your head in his chest as you snuggled up to him, mumbling against him,  “no, no, Lucifer... i love it. i love it more than you could ever know. thank you so much,”  you told him, smiling up at him. Lucifer held you close, his nose nuzzling in your hair as you both basked in the hug. 

“goddamn, get a room, you two!”  you heard a boisterous laugh behind you. you blushed and turned around, seeing Angel Dust standing there, leaning against the bar in his usual lustful gaze at Husk.  “say uh, wanna have some fun, Whiskers?”  Angel asked, his lower set of arms fluffing up at his chest. Husk’s eyes widened, a low, gravely growl coming out of him in a catlike way. 

you took this opportunity for a distraction, dragging Lucifer away and going upstairs to his room. Lucifer squeaked when you basically pinned him against the wall, leaving you both breathless and a little shocked of the situation.  “Lucifer,”  you began, swallowing as you tried to figure out how to say the words. it was hard. you’d been wanting to tell him how you felt for ages now. but now that you had the opportunity, it felt as if the water was boiling hot beneath you both, and you couldn’t deny the palpable feeling you were getting in your chest. 

“Lucifer, i... i just-”  you didn’t need to finish. he pressed a finger to your lips, his eyes nearly burning with love.  “shh, you don’t need to say anything, baby,”  Lucifer’s voice was a soft purr as he spoke. he cupped your face, his claws gently holding you as he came closer, your lips brushing in a sweet serenade.  

the kisses went from soft and innocent to messy and spiraling in a matter of seconds. by the time you’d reached his bedroom door, you were both practically drooling into each other’s mouths.   "fuck, Lucifer,”  you panted. he smirked, starting to kiss your neck as he chuckled,  “nah, it’ll be the other way around baby, trust me.”  he said, his forked tongue sliding its way up to your ear, circling the shell as he began to tug off your shirt over your head. he pinned you down on the bed, whispering,  “don’t worry, baby. i’ll be gentle. well, as gentle as i can be... i wouldn’t hurt you on purpose, i hope you know that,”  Lucifer said. his voice was loving and you could tell he meant every word he said.  

you shivered when Lucifer tugged your shirt off, his lips making their way down to your collarbone, his hands lovingly squeezing your chest. "fuck, you're beautiful, applecake." Lucifer whispered, his lips a little shaky. they went to your left nipple, his soft fingers fondling with the right one. he reciprocated the treatment to both of them, making your chest feel buzzed and loved.

he licked his way down to your tummy, dipping it into your belly button, eliciting an innocent giggle from you. he smirked at that, enjoying the sensations he was making course throughout your body.

Lucifer's fingers webbed into your pants, his eyes looking up at you for consent. when you nodded at him, he slowly took them off of you, reveling at the sight. he sucked in a sharp breath, his slacks feeling incredibly tight all of a sudden. "fucking unholy Hell.." he choked, grabbing some lube from his nightstand. he coated his fingers, shedding off his coat and vest, left in his unbuttoned white button up shirt, and white pants, his black boots left on as well.

his fingers were cool and sleek against your hole. he pressed a tender kiss behind your ear as he said, "shh, relax, baby.. i promise, i'll take care of you," he said, gently sliding the first finger into you. you felt your body quiver, making a soft gasp leave your lips. Lucifer kissed you, easing some pain when he added a second finger, stretching you further. "oh God," you panted, quivering under Lucifer's ministrations. no wonder why Lilith and Eve slept with him, fuck, he was really good at this. "no God can save you now, applecake," Lucifer chuckled in a sinister tone against your sensitive neck. you squeaked when he sank his teeth into the soft flesh, making a yelp leave your soft lips, your muscles tightening around his fingers.

Lucifer pulled his fingers out of you, sucking the digits clean before undoing the zipper on his pants, but he only pulled them down enough just to expose his butt. you whined, wanting to see more of him. "you'll take what i let you see of me, baby, or nothing at all." Lucifer growled, his hands holding down your shoulders. you pouted but nodded, deciding to be obedient for now.

he slowly stroked some lube into his length. it was a good length, not too girthy, but had a nice vein running on the left underside. he slowly brushed the head of his cock against your entrance, shivering as he felt the remaining wetness from the lubricant he used to stretch you out. you hooked your legs around his waist, and he pulled you closer, your forehead nearly touching.

"i love you, Y/N," Lucifer whispered, kissing you. you mewled into the kiss, gasping when he pushed into you at the same time. he ran his snake-like tongue over your lips, and you gave him permission to enter your wet cavern, allowing him to take control over your oral desires. his hips were slow and measured as they pushed against you, his pelvis rubbing you in all the right places. you moaned quietly, enjoying the intimate scenery. the lights weren't too bright, the bed was soft, and you could feel each other's warmth-even though Lucifer was still pretty much clothed. but fuck, it made it more exciting in a way.

"ah.. Lucifer, fuck.. more, give me more," you begged, growing used to the pace. Lucifer smirked and pressed you further into the bed, his hips angled downward as he began to go faster and harder, his tip hitting your spot over and over again. you cried out at the sudden rough pace, yelping and whimpering with each nudge his tip made inside of you.

"fuck-! Lucifer! i'm cumming-! yes, don't stop! don't stop!" you begged, almost drooling from how good he was destroying you. Lucifer couldn't help but grin sadistically at the sight, his horns coming out as he grew into his demon form, nuzzling your neck and sinking his teeth into your flesh once more.

the mere feeling was enough to make tidal waves of pleasure roll over you. the bite, his cock inside of you, his pelvis rubbing you-it was all too much. you were cumming fast and hard, your release explosive, back arching, lips letting out the sweetest yet most sinful sounds Lucifer had ever heard. it wasn't long before Lucifer was cumming too. his cock pulsed inside of you, and he grunted, pulling out after a few more sloppy thrusts. he stroked his cock, a few stray pieces of blonde hair falling in his face, lips agape, eyes half-lidded as his cock shot white ropes of orgasmic wax onto your tummy.

Lucifer smiled, panting after the last drop had smeared along your belly button. he kissed your lips, his mouth going down. you made a confused noise, only to squeak when his tongue began lapping up his release from your tummy. he nuzzled your pelvis, chuckling as he purred, "oh applecake, i'm far from done with you," he purred, nuzzling his cheek against your inner thigh, his eyes dark as he glanced up at yours.

fuck, you were in for a ride tonight.

—🦢—

[wifeysaremylifey]

Red was pretty content with making note of Robin's preferences as well, which felt unusually natural. Even at times where she had wanted to keep similar tabs on persons of interest (often other wifey candidates), it took time to commit details to memory. But it all felt so smooth with Robin. So exciting. So right.

And down to the physical too. Her conflicting feelings about the handholding spiked when she saw that Robin reacted visibly. Tension took over, and Red was robbed of her own breath. It was released after the positive words, and the maker was quick on trying to reciprocate, but not quick enough to miss Robin calling her name.

"Yours is nice and soft! And.... Robin...?"

She felt like she botched something. Her tone was very quizzical, seasoned with worry. It betrayed the fact that she didn't want to hear a negative. But this had gone so well so far. Somewhere in her mind, it was too well. And yet, hearing her own name, in that voice that made her tremble and tingle,... If she could live in that moment of ecstasy, she might just do so without a second thought.

But it was their turn on the queue. It didn't cut the tension so much as it smashed it. It was still there, roughly in the same shape, put aside but ready to weigh her down at a moment's notice. But perhaps the drink would do her good. When had she started to feel like she was sweating? The Golden Hour wasn't even warm.

"Thank you kindly~!" She'd say once to the vendor and then in a more endeared tone towards Robin once she passed her drink over. She took this moment of distraction to examine the clear bottle, yellow liquid, the branding logo and the feel of the glass. Very marketable, but not in the same way as things in Gamindustri. This felt more well-presented and vintage, while her home put more emphasis on portability and variety.

Robin's attempt to mask her own emotions worked well with Red, since she now felt that only her was really being that much of a mess internally. She was still curious about the question from before, but it felt dangerous to ask immediately. Instead, she nodded at Robin's suggestion to try the other drink after. Then, she brought the cap to her mouth, snapped it open with her teeth, and flicked the cap up after the sizzle, before taking a swig.

It felt so sickeningly sweet and syrupy, with an aftertaste that she couldn't quite discern what to think of. It eased some of her worry and converted it into a sugary cheer.

"Wowzers! This is way better than I thought it was going to be! No wonder it's popular!"

Her gluttony made her take another swig soon after, like a kid that couldn't help herself from getting more sweets than she really ought to eat in a sitting. But she did have something to occupy her from downing the entire bottle. Robin's impromptu question.

The Halovian had made Red plenty more happy than the drink already, but perhaps because the drink was flowing through her system now, Red felt it couldn't hurt to speak plainly.

"Of course you are! You've been nothing but sweet to me, you look drop-dead gorgeous, we share traveling experience and interests in it, and we even have a date set up already!! I can just hear all the sparks going BZZZT all around the screen! It's like we're star-crossed lovers, fated to meet but set apart by the galaxy, until fate tied together the absolute cutest bow for us to meet in it!"

She might have gotten lost in the metaphor, but she was no less eager about the whole situation.

"And me and my wifeys do plenty together! Mostly adventuring together, but we've also done these big cooking get-togethers, slumber parties with plenty of games, massive holiday gatherings- and we always have each other's backs! Gamindustri's pretty chaotic, and it's been threatened by these big bad entities often, so we also get together to kick 'em to the curb! It's fun, but I hope you people here don't have to deal with that kind of stress often!"

She'd wait a bit for Robin to savor her own drink- and when they try to exchange, she'll offer some of the SoulGlad as well. She had no doubt in her mind it was a trivial drink to Robin, being a local and all. But there was something about sharing that feeling of euphoria with someone.

As time passed, Robin noticed the way her heart seemed to feel so full from the encounter, feeling almost heavy from the sensation of affections running through her veins. Was it normal to feel so excitable and giddy over a person you met on a whim? Not that she would consider RED a whim. On the contrary, there was a sparkling hope that their friendship would remain for the long-term, with a small hope that it would turn into something more than the label she had placed on it.

If you don’t get your hopes up, you won’t be disappointed. But what is life without the rollercoaster of emotions? That depth seeping into your heart, drawing out those innermost desires, presenting the truest form of oneself. It only forces a person, mortal or not, to take a look in the mirror and decide if the actions they have taken are truly worthwhile.

That cute smile was back, an expression of enlightenment slowly making its way onto her face. Chocolate chip cookie dough. It would be noted diligently, no intent to forget such a crucial detail in the long run. What if the opportunity to give the wonderful woman a mixture of her most favourite things came up? The Halovian would need to make sure that everything was documented in her diary, neatly written and formatted properly, just as an insurance policy!

“My favourite flavour has to be strawberry — wait, no — vanilla.” Deciding between the two flavours had been a difficulty, and although they were simple in the way they tasted, she wasn’t one to dismiss or undermine the simpler things in life. After all, she had been fortunate enough not to have lost her life when she got shot, there would be no expense wasted this time around. It wouldn’t take her very long to want to drag RED to a private room, just to taste how refined she is, an adventure just between the two of them, with mountains worth of discoveries to be found and brought to life by gentle hands.

The surprise she felt when the other’s grip tightened was shown in her face. Such an expression of honesty, vulnerability… it was ethereal to witness. Particularly when her face reddens, a shyness to that gaze only encouraged Robin to become more bold with her showcase of appreciation. There would be no missed beat at the attempt of an intertwine of fingers, and she would be all too prepared to clasp her fingers in tightly, her hand squeezing softly for a brief moment, an attempt to exercise promising reassurance through physical touch.

“Your hands feel so warm.”

A caressing whisper, released from her mouth before she can help herself. If the singer were to ask the aeons, would time stop so she could savour this moment just a moment longer? To allow her this moment to make those searing feelings be known?

“Red…”

Thump after thump, her heart’s tempo seemed to increase, the back of her throat drying up as the words barely begin to formulate in her mind, that message on the verge of being translated, put out there in the open, when —

It was their time to get their drinks from the vendor. Countless more opportunities could arise, but what if they didn’t? A thudding anxiety seemed to swim through her body, somehow encouraging her heart to beat against her chest much harder than before. “C—can I get… ah, a Classic SoulGlad and a Pika White?” She couldn’t even bring herself to look at her companion just yet, her eyes fixating on fishing through her purse for the right amount to pay.

As a means of distraction, to cut the throat of the overbearing emotions that seemed to have clogged in her system, she passes RED’s drink over to her once they had been acquired, taking a small stroll over to a quieter corner of the Golden Hour as a means to enjoy this taste-test, a masquerade seemingly enough to keep her from faltering so easily. “Once you’ve tried some of the SoulGlad, why don’t you try some of mine? That way, you can see which you prefer.” A sweet, truly relaxed smile had been reserved for the beauty before her!

“Over forty candidates?” A small giggle leaves her, despite the way it was laced with an assorted range of feelings, it seemed to ease her heart. Before she has that chance to respond verbally, her mind is struck, forcing a momentary brain-freeze to overtake.

“Am I one of your candidates? Say… what do you do with your wifeys?”