#other trivia uhh

[the-clay-quarters]

there was name talk last night? :3c

Flint is Silverstein's original name, now used as his first name, chosen/given like all other clay men still haven't decided my hc on that oops. Silverstein was chosen with not too much thought, picked from various names he heard around the docks in his first days in London. He goes by his surname because he is a Professional, Thank You, and mostly talks to people on business terms.

Theodore Pembroke is her full given name, with Cordelia being picked up later on. She probably could have changed her surname on account of mostly abandoning/disowning her parents, but she had been called Pem/Pembroke most of her life already, even more so when she was experimenting with gender and names; it's her name now, not her parents'. She goes by all her names interchangeably :D

Vincent Bell is a slight bastardisation of their name in order to avoid issues raised by the english having to contend with foreign words. Their full name is Vícenç Creuer Libèl·lula, which loosely translates as Vincent Cross Dragonfly; double surnames from Spanish naming conventions. Their name is actually Catalan, not Spanish, as they (and their family) are from Barcelona and in the right company they will be Very proud about that fact. They only really go by Vincent and probably won't realise you're refering to them if you just use Bell.

(fun fact! spanish doesn't have ç or l·l and only has one direction of accent/tilde)

[occamstfs]

Roommates’ Trivial Tiff

Pretty standard nerdy asshole to himbo TF, who doesn't love some cosmic justice ! -Occam

“You just don’t understand what it’s like dude. You have no idea how hard all this stuff is for me.” Brock was struggling to get through to his roommate, someone he has time and time again been more than cordial with. In response Harvey scoffs and rolls his eyes refusing to engage and instead doubling down, “I’m sure it’s real difficult with all your paid tutors and your-” 

“You’re not even listening bro! You like to think you’re so elevated, like you have all the answers but you don’t even try to understand what anyone else is going through.” Harvey grimaces and briefly tosses about whether or not this is true but stubbornly neglects to internalize the criticism, “Uhh, I do too?” Brock bites his tongue to prevent just blowing up at his roommate and instead he tries a different angle, “Oh yeah? If that’s the case then, bet you know a lot about me huh? Since we’ve been roommates for a year now,” pausing as he narrows his eyes briefly at Harvey, “and ostensibly we’re friends right?”

Harvey struggles not to display his ever present irritation as he retorts, “Of course we are, uh, dude.” Brock does a better job hiding his intentions as he issues a challenge, “so if we were to say, quiz each other you think you’d come up on top lil dude?” With this gauntlet laid there is little recourse in Harvey’s mind but to accept it, there are few times he enjoys showing off so much as in a trivia contest. So what he might have a less than pristine record of respecting oafs like his roommate, he is certainly not to lose in any battle of the wits regardless of topic or stipulations there may be.

Brock puts out his hand and states the stakes, “You can of course bow out whenever, but uh, how about every question the winner takes something from the loser?” Harvey was resolved to win before hearing the terms and is now spitefully even more eager now as he eyes Brock’s side of the room looking for whatever his prize is sure to be.

Without any further clarification Brock promptly launches into the game, “I guess we’ll start real easy yeah? Only fair.” Harvey feels resentment start to brew as he feels he’s being talked down to as Brock goes on, “For starters then, What’s my major?” Harvey audibly gulps and feels his face blanche as he scrambles to find such an incredibly simple answer. This is such an obvious and pressing piece of information it would be impossible not to have it on deck.

Seeing the hesitation Brock laughs incredulously, “God dude are you kidding? How could you not know this, I-” He shifts his jaw waiting for the second shoe to drop as it is suddenly clear he is about to clean house, this asshole is going to learn respect by hook or by crook. Harvey’s eyes that were just hungrily looking through Brock’s possessions now retread their path, searching for the answer, his eyes linger on some sports bandages and protein powder and he kicks himself for forgetting. “Well duh dude, you’re doing a sports medicine or a trainer degree or whatever. Sorry that I forgot what the proper name is, it’s not exactly high in the list of things I need to know.”

Brock stares down at the clueless nerd before him and slowly shakes his head. “Not even close Harv. It’s-” Before he can finish though Harvey stands and shouts, “Don’t fucking call me that! I bet you don’t know mine either!” This leaves Brock aghast, he crosses his arms and narrows his eyes, “Of course I fucking do! You never shut up about it! I’m lucky if my headphones can block out you whining about homework while also constantly talking yourself up! It’s so, fucking, annoying!”

Hurt by this despite his typical apathy to others Harvey starts up once more, “Okay but you didn’t say-” “Computer Engineering.” Harvey blushes in shame, not over his disrespect but of getting the question wrong. Suddenly there’s a hum in the room and the shadows in the corner grow darker and Brock looks around, “Well I suppose that question really tees me up on what to take huh? I’ll take your major.”

“Wha?” caught on the other foot Harvey blinks and sees that his textbooks and assignments are suddenly piled on Brock’s desk. He feels anxiety rise in his chest unsure of what has happened though confident this must be a prank or something. “No no no that can’t be right? What is happening?” He then returns to look at his roommate once more, a scowl plastered on his face as Brock who, despite his impressive stature always aims to present as kind and gentle, cannot help but smirk as he feels he has gotten one over on this jerk.

He stretches, exposing his midriff and flexing  his arms behind his head, perhaps to try and allure or intimidate Harvey, he’s not sure, but Harvey is not going to just take this sitting down.Though at the present, he is too uncomfortable to even vocalize his discomfort as he stands there trying not to shake. Instead Brock begins once more, “Urgh kinda see what all that complaining was about now Harv, kinda got a lot on my plate now hah!”

Harvey stares daggers at his roommate, “Brock I don’t know what kind of nonsense is going through your dumbass ox brain. But it’s not funny, I’m sure you’re used to bullying little g-”

“Excuse me? I’m a bully!? I know you’re not saying that, I go out of my way to be kind, even to little chip on their shoulder assholes like you. I just,” Brock takes a deep breath and flexes his jaw before he continues. “It doesn’t matter actually. I trust you have a vested interest in trying again though right? Surely you want your major back?”

At the moment Harvey is caught between the idea that this is some kind of Christmas Carol-ass dream where he’s supposed to learn a lesson or once more that this is just a prank by Brock. Amenable as he’s always been, Harvey's convinced that behind this lunkhead is the vitriol of the typical jerk jock. In this impossible chance that this is reality though, he can’t just give up his major. He needs it to be an, uh? God what was, no what is his major anyway? 

Harvey looks around in shock as he suddenly can’t bring his current course schedule to his mind, but he was literally in class this morning right? He feels his coursework draining from his mind as fear and rage begin to rise in his frail body. Images of lecture halls and professors flash through his mind before they just as swiftly dissipate, somewhere within him deeper than memory he feels that he was studying something with numbers. Mathematics, physics, engineering, something he was good at. He is determined to get that back as he speaks up finally, “What is the next question.”

Brock smiles and toys around in his head, confident that he will end up on top. “How about you pick this one, give you a fighting chance.” Harvey purses his lips and struggles to produce a question that he knows the answer to that his roommate will not. Oh duh, he’ll just ask him a math question, easy! Certainly not the aim of the game but Harvey just needed to get his life back. “What’s a derivative.” 

“Kinda not in the spirit of the game dude but whatever. I took calc you know. It’s the rate of change in response to a variable. Now since you’re still being an ass how about I lob one back? How about you derivative 𝑓(𝑥)= 2cos⁡(𝑥)−6sec⁡(𝑥)+3?” Harvey is flat stunned, this is some entry level shit but he cannot for the life of him bring the information to mind. He’s just as sharp as he always has been but anything beyond rudimentary trig is continuing to trickle out of his mind. He meekly chuckles out, “uh easy, it’s f(x) equals, uh tan-”

There’s a blaring in his head as both men are aware of his immediate slip up. Energy once more rises in the air as Brock looks down almost pitifully at his roommate this time. “Now I am sorry for this Harvey but, oof that course load! Like you so relish to say, I am just not that bright hm?” Harvey shakes his head as he realizes the horror about to occur. Brock looks a little uncomfortable as he continues, “After failing to pull your little gotcha, I think I’ll just go ahead and have your intelligence.” 

Both men are instantly struck with headaches the likes of which neither could endure under normal circumstances. As soon as the pain arrives though it is converted into a deep profane pleasure. Pins and needles fill Brock’s mind as it becomes heavy. Ideas and understanding fill his mind as a euphoric warmth flows through him. Harvey had enjoyed learning without truly lifting a finger, he had flourished and gained knowledge through no effort on his part but simple absorption. Brock is overcome with the ease at which he will now flow through life. Equally is he overcome by the ecstasy within his body as it only continues to heighten.

Opposite him Harvey clutches at his head as now not only do his learned experiences at university vanish, but all of his capabilities as a student and academic. Even the pleading within his mind slows down as he feels his ability to swiftly process information breaks down. Harvey turns from the man across from him as Brock’s hands feel up and down his musculature in rapturous delight, just in time to see whatever books and tomes he had collected as trophies begin to fade into the aether along with his memories of reading them. He looks down at his hands in confusion and horror, even with his unaddled mind at full steam he could not make sense of what has befallen him. He knows this is not right.

He is unable to find any answers, though as he searches his brain he begins to find a pleasant warmth in the vacuum where there once was knowledge. While his mind has been emptied, the bulge in his crotch demands his attention, which shall likely be a constant issue now that his mind shall evermore be less than preoccupied. He feels his mouth start to fill with drool as he looks down at his cock as it almost feels larger than it should be. He almost laughs at the idea that from now on he may fully be thinking with his cock. He opens his mouth allowing drool to spill out which shocks him back to sense and he turns around to demand that Brock return this all to sense immediately.

Brock for his part is reclined in a chair just rubbing his cock over his shorts almost forgetting about what they had been doing not seconds earlier. He laughs as he sees the expression on Harvey’s face, “Woah dude sorry about that, got lost in my own mind for a second there! No wonder you had, or have rather, such an attitude problem. It all just came so easy to you didn’t it? I mean we could keep going if you want, what else do you have to lose yeah?” Harvey wipes the drool from his face and takes stock, he can still read, he is pretty confident he still passed high school, he remembers his life before whatever hell is currently happening as well as whatever this new reality is. He nods his head and pushes his erection down as it continues to rise upon seeing his roommate’s cocky repose. He answers, “let’s keep going. Your question right?”

Harvey can’t help but trace Brock’s traps as he shrugs, “If you insist lil bro. What’s my middle name?” He knows this one for sure, he would bring it out to tease his roommate as needed. Brock slams his arm down in excitement and shouts, “fucking Laurel!” then he recalls this is only half the battle, Brock must also get his wrong, “what’s mine?” Brock smirks once more and laughs as he stretches to scratch his back, his roommate hungrily staring, “you don’t have one dude”

The energy rushing between the two men is drastically different this time. Unlike the pleasurable prickles of knowledge or the soothing burn of loss there is a direct, deeper connection between the two. Brock’s grin grows wider as understands, “Oh I getcha, question’s a tie so we share the spoils Harv. Only fair that since you’ve the mind of a what, meathead? May as well have the body of one.”

Harvey watches as his roommate takes off his shirt, he feels a warmth in his chest as he stares directly at Brock’s pecs. His breath catches as he watches his roommate flex them and he feels a nervous energy begin to surge within his own. He’s never had pecs before but he feels his chest pushing, growing, into his shirt. He sees his nipples harden and grow too large to ever hide as his chest expands. His swallows to stop from drooling once more as he sees Brock pose and flex his massive biceps, forcing a burning delight down the whole of Harvey’s arms. He matches the pose of the powerful man he has spoken nothing but ill of and flexes, sweat immediately staining through his shirt as the energy and strain heats his body beyond reason.

At the same time both men drop into a crunch, there is a loud tear as the pants of both men tear as they reach the lowest point in the crunch as Harvey’s ass bursts larger and his thighs swell with strength well enough to carry his increasingly top heavy torso. Not only is Harvey to gain the muscle of a tight jock, but the masculinity expected. The cock he has been til now proud enough of pulses with his heartbeat, with each pump it gorges larger, veins thick as the ones surging down his biceps force his cock thicker and further down his strained shorts. He tears at his pants to free his bulge as his balls bloat to the size of eggs, they pull tight ass they’re exposed to the air and all the soreness, strain, and pain of his still growing body becomes agonizing delight.

Harvey’s eyes water as he struggles to even stay cogent with the pleasure and power coursing through him. He smells his new musk breaking through his senses. Through the burning bedlam across his body he feels a soothing burn as hair begins to sprout and thicken where every man should make clear his masculinity. His pubes thicken and curl beyond his waistline and his pits grow wild and begin to spread to make it clear they, nor his musk, can ever be contained.

He lies, sits, writhes, flexes, exists in nothing but pleasure for some time, no longer concerned for his lost intelligence, beyond the care of his education. His hands, larger and painted with still thickening hair, press tight against his body as he feels the new contours of his body. Each new valley and mountain is a testament to the ecstasy he shall now prioritize above all. Until his roommate’s voice breaks through the haze, “Fuck bro you’re really feeling yourself huh?” Harvey’s eyes open to see Brock’s arrogant sneer has only grown worse as he has contendly watch Harvey lavish his new corpus.

Harvey meets it with a scowl and Brock tilts his head, “Want to do one last question then, bro?” His smile grows tight as he tries not to laugh as the appellation of bro has become the paramount definition of this once genius. Harvey just nods his head, still understandably disoriented as he lies in a pool of his own sweat and pre that remains dripping directly onto the floor. Brock motions for him to ask whatever the presumably final question is but is met with a grunt and a wave of the hand. Brock grimaces slightly, “if you insist bud,” he grimaces slightly as he looks down at the man. Asshole he may have be, may still be even, surely there’s something Brock could do to fix even that. He leans to whisper the question in Harvey’s ear, “what color are my eyes.” 

Between grunts, Harvey strains to look at his roommate only to find them obviously closed. His body contorts with pain and pleasure as he feels the throes of defeat and one final lose begin to seize him. He groans out through clenched teeth as his jaw widens and his brows thicken as changes already begin to work upon his mind, “don’t… know…” Brock nods and sits next to his roommate laying Harvey’s head on his lap. At the point it would be a kindness for the man to forget his life before, and that is exactly what he is to do. 

Brock removes the memories and identity of the sour nerd that made life perpetually unpleasant not only for him, but anyone unlucky enough to grace his presence. His breathing speeds up as his body heat rises beyond imagination, sweat turning to steam in the cold dorm room as he shakes his head and clenches his fists. He writhes only briefly, each flex of his body a final protestation of Harvey as Brock erases even his name from his head. 

After a minute of this his body goes still before he opens his eyes blearily and groans. Still lying in Brock’s lap he stretches his arms, turning to smell his impossibly rank pits before turning it into a flex as he must do anytime he raises them. Brock watches this with trepidation, unsure of who exactly his roommate is to be now before suddenly a name surges into his mind, Bull. Perfect fodder for the jerk he once was and an apt name for the behemoth lying on his lap. Testing the waters Brock pats his chest to wake him up, “Morning Bull.”

He yawns and scratches at the same stubbled face he has always known and he sits up, “urgh got a massive headache bro, must have gone pretty hard to have a hangover this bad huhuh! Wanna go grab brekkie and hit up the gym?” Brock stifles a smirk and helps his roommate up to standing, slightly surprised to see him standing taller than himself before responding, “You got it big guy, how about you get some clothes on first though right?” Bull guffaws, looking down at his hairy sweat-drenched body as he throws an arm around his roommate, cock bobbing around in the open air, still chubbed up. “What would I do without you bro huhuh!” 

Brock looks to see all of Bull’s tops have changed to stringers and tanks. Where Harvey had nothing but pants Bull has piles of unwashed athletic shorts, one of which he promptly throws on, going commando. Seeing Brock watch him, Bull grabs at his crotch and juts at the door, “Come on bro! Faster we get a pump in faster we can get back here and have some fun dude.” 

With that Bull again throws his arm around Brock, once more smelling his b.o. as he almost deliberately spreads it on his roommate’s neck, like an animal marking its territory. The two then off to start their day, in Bull’s mind as they always have. Brock feels his crotch grow weightier as the amble down the hall, unsure if he’s made a horrible mistake in all this. Who is he to say what is too far in acts of cosmic retribution. Brock is certain at the end of the day he and Bull are at least to have quite a bit of fun.

[the-gnoblin]

Dracula Daily Digest: May 5

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Jonathan is back in business which is to say he keeps writing down recipes.

I saw this posted somewhere else but the number one thing about reading Dracula is just appreciating the dramatic irony of all the characters in Dracula not knowing they're characters in Dracula. Case in point: "(Mem., I must ask the Count about these superstitions)" in regards to the landlady and the coach driver discussing vampires and the occult. Like, Jonathan, you've got a big storm coming.

Speaking of big storms coming, uhh, Jonathan, let's think about our life and the decisions that led us to this point. A crowd just "made the sign of the cross and pointed two fingers towards [you]." That's nOT GOOD.

We have some more Jonathan characterization which is to say further emphasis on his curiosity. Even with all the locals acting like he's a dead man walking, he's able to become so entranced in the countryside that he forgets about all the bizarre happenings of the last three days. He even gets distracted in his distraction by sharing fun trivia about the region! He's too precious for this world, and this preciousness is 100% being established for some juicy character contrast later.

I can sense something significant in Jonathan being offered so many outs by the people surrounding him. Of course there's the immediate significance of "hey idiot that's Dracula's castle you're going to, I'm a human person with an at least half-functioning conscience and I don't want you to die," but I feel like there's some thematic significance that I'm too tired to legitimately ponder.

Another top comedy moment: Dracula pretending to be a service worker.

"...a long, agonised wailing, as if from fear." I am the number one fan of this imagery. Holy cow. Stunning. I don't even know why I like it so much. I think it's because of the chilling tone it helps to establish, but honestly it could be just how classically "horror" it reads.

Initially I thought that Jonathan just kind of brushing off Dracula's weird little Road Moments was really confusing and frankly dumb on his part, but it's actually made more sense to me on this read through, particularly with my emphasis on the "otherness" of this world. Over the last three days, we've seen Jonathan be constantly bombarded with strange and unsettling and unfamiliar behaviors, all of which he seems to be simply chalking up to regional differences. He doesn't find Dracula's behavior on the road to be dangerously odd because he's already been inoculated to confusing behaviors by the townspeople.

"I stood in silence where I was, for I did not know what to do." Me too, bud, me too.

I find Dracula's first explicit introduction to be very uncanny. I think he falls really interestingly into the uncanny valley. He's described in a far more traditionally western way than the rest of the setting so far, which puts Jonathan and by extension the reader into much more familiar territory, but there's something off about him that raises our hackles a bit. His clothes, though nice and more familiar, are all black without a speck of color. His hair, though neatly trimmed, is starkly white. A really concise example of this contrast can be found in Jonathan's description of his speech: "...in excellent English, but with a strange intonation...." Dracula is simply so close and yet so far from Jonathan's known world that he is able to plunge into new depths of his unknown world.

This unsettling nature is only emphasized by Jonathan's later careful examination of the Count's appearance. There is something viscerally upsetting to me about the way Dracula is described here, and that's definitely on purpose. This description also serves to establish a physical baseline for Dracula (specifically his "general [affect of] extraordinary pallor"), the contrast of which will be used to create creeping horror later on in the novel.

Dracula's comments about the wolves and their "music" also helps establish that uncanny contrast I talked about earlier. Up until this point, the Count has been a welcoming and fairly normal host. These comments of his serve as an additional reminder to Jonathan that he is not in a familiar place, and certainly not a safe one.

"I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul." Glad to see that that famous Jonathan Harker Repression was able to make an appearance.

Sorry for the longer notes. My brain was absolutely flowing in terms of stuff to yap about today so I had a grand time. Today is also definitely a really important moment in the story because you know things are about to get real when you meet your titular character.

[toothandfeather]

Tooth's intro post!

𝖂𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉'𝖘 𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔!!!! 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖙 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖔𝖋 𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘

𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖔𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖞 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖚𝖒𝖇𝖑𝖗'𝖘 𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖏𝖎𝖗𝖆𝖎 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖞 𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖜𝖑𝖞.

𝕭𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉: 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖆𝖞 𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖘 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖞 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 𝖎𝖘.

Name: Tooth, or you can call me Eddy!

Interests: uhh...I like a lot of stuff honestly. I joined tumblr for the horror art and the weirdcore and traumacore edits, but I also love the fandom stuff. Nowadays I'm mainly found chilling in the morute sections and reblogging creepy and colorful posts. I’m just your local harajuku girl from hell and meatcore enthusiast ^^

Some extra information: I am currently dealing with diagnosed MDD, BPD, and maladaptive daydreaming. I will occasionally post about mental health thoughts sometimes but nothing triggering!!!

Movies I like:

Buffalo '66, My Neighbor Totoro, Transformers, Psycho, Rope, Vertigo...Either animated films, random stuff or psychological horror. I really like Alfred Hitchcock!

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Attack on Titan, Mob Psycho 100, Haikyuu, Chainsaw Man, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, Transformers, Happy Sugar Life, One Punch Man, Sailor Moon, Black Butler, any Junji Ito stuff, Elfen Lied, Black Clover, and Tomorrow I'll be Someone's Girlfriend.

For games I really like Love Angel Syndrome and Minecraft.

Music Taste: a mix of rave music, metal, and industrial dance music. Some bands I like are Cannibal Corpse, Slaughter to Prevail, Lorna Shore, Megadeth, Infant Annihilator, Gorepig, and X-RX. I also really like Baby Bugs, Anna Tsuchiya, Satin Puppets, Bambi Baker, Solya, tinyartbean, Decalius, kariki bear, s3rl, and femtanyl. Bonus: I religiously listened to Starset at one point

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[remperoni-melt]

Suspended

Matt Rempe x Short!Alt!Fem!Reader

Kinks used: mirrors, praise, degradation, choking, size, breath play, scratching, begging, biting, marking, unprotected, cream pie, blood (brief), spit (brief)

*Another user, @cuteandhughesy got the same request and we decided to release our own versions. I HIGHLY recommend reading her version as well as well as all of her other work. She’s extremely talented with her writing and I promise, you’ll find something written by her that you love!

The elevator came to a halt, causing both of us to let out frustrated groans. Red light bathed us, casting a somewhat apocalyptic glow over us. Our surroundings felt weirdly synonymous with the thoughts occupying our heads.

“Call button’s not working.” The tall man sighed and ran a hand over his face in frustration.

“So we’re fucked for the night?” I sighed as well, a scoff and an eye-roll following to accompany my annoyance and disbelief.

“Probab-fucking-ly.” The man said sarcastically and sat down on the floor. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and sighed again. “Cute. No signal.” He muttered to himself. “You got anything?” He asked, lifting his head to look at me. I looked at my phone as well and tried to send a few texts to some friends, my roommate, a neighbor. Nothing.

“Nope.” I answered, popping the ‘p’ of the word. The man let out a frustrated laugh, shaking his head as he tilted his head back. I sat down as well, a sigh falling from my lips. “So, what do we do?” I asked with a small shrug.

“I don’t know. 20 questions?” He asked sarcastically, his tone mocking.

“Fuck it.” I shrugged in response. He looked at me with annoyance and disdain before sighing and rolling his eyes. “Start trying to guess what it is.” I encouraged him.

“Is it an elevator?” He asked bluntly, irritation evident in his voice.

“Damn, you’re good.” I said with a slight smirk. He couldn’t help but let out a little bit of a chuckle, he had to admit I had a sense of humor. Or… I tried to, at least. Given our current circumstances, what else could I really do?

“Okay, 20 questions was a bust.” He said with an amused chuckle. “What about,” he paused to think, looking up at the mirrored ceiling. “I don’t know. Random trivia? Random shit. We can just quiz each other on… whatever.” He suggested as I moved to sit across from him, leaning back against the wooden wall behind me.

“Why not?” I shrugged again. “You’re going first this time though.” I nodded in his direction.

“Fair enough.” He answered in a bored, monotone voice. Despite the tension of the situation, the conversation was flowing pretty fluidly. We were both clearly still annoyed, but we were trying to make it work. “Who was the only person to knock out Muhammad Ali in a heavyweight title fight?” He asked with a smug grin.

“I’m 4’11 and I look like I just stepped off the set of The Craft. You expect me to know the answer to that?” I asked, drawing a sharp laugh from the giant man across from me. “Fucking… I don’t know, uhhh…” I thought about it and decided to just go for the stupidest answer I could think of. “John fucking Cena? I don’t know sports like that, man.” I groaned in annoyance.

“You could’ve said fucking Elmo and it would’ve been a better guess.” He sighed and shook his head, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “Larry Holmes.”

“Who the H-E-double-honest-to-god-fuck is that?” I asked in mock offense. “Anyway, my turn.” I said over his laughter. “What does M&M stand for?” I asked him, a challenging glint in my eyes.

“Uhh…” He seemed stumped as he bit his lip in thought. I took the opportunity to look him over.

He was absolutely stunning. Tall. Like, really fucking tall. He had brown hair and these gorgeous dark brown eyes that I couldn’t help but get lost in. His facial features were pure art, like he was a sculpture made specifically for me to fawn over. He had a muscular yet somewhat lanky build but it still drew me in. His scent carried from across the small space of the elevator and holy shit. It was intoxicating. He smelled like the slightest bit of mint, something woodsy and ashy, and… cold. The man was the personification of seduction. Sex incarnate. I feared I may have gotten addicted to him before I was able to even get a proper taste. I tried to look away before he realized I was staring, so I averted my gaze to the mirrored ceiling, as if that made my predicament any better.

“Mars and Mercury? Because the Mars company?” He took his best guess. I was actually kind of impressed. Especially with that voice. Smooth, deep, thick Canadien accent. With each word, I swam… but I wouldn’t mind completely drowning in his voice if he’d let me.

“Close, actually.” I praised him subtly. “Mars and Murrie.” I corrected him.

“Why the fuck do you know that?” He asked with the most charmingly sexy lopsided smirk I’d ever seen in my life. I just shrugged with a small laugh. I didn’t trust my words right now. He made me way too nervous for me to keep my voice steady. “You okay?” He asked, nodding his chin in my direction. Fuck, he must’ve noticed how nervous I am. Shit. Fuck. Uhhhhh. Say something! Fuck!

“Yeah! Just stuck in an elevator. You?” I said with a slight laugh. YOU AWKWARD FUCKING IDIOT! Oh my god. Why would you say that? No fucking shit, he’s stuck with you! Dumbass! Is he laughing? Oh shit. Is he laughing at you or did he take it as sarcasm?

“Fair point. Not an ideal situation.” He spoke up. Oh thank fuck. He took it as sarcasm.

“Why don’t we play truth or dare?” I blurted out. Truth or dare? What? Are we in fucking middle school? Why the fuck would you even suggest that? Oh my god.

“Truth or dare? What is this? Middle school?” He asked with a chuckle, looking around at our surroundings. See?! Fucking idiot…

“No!” I said a little too quickly and a lot too loudly. I quickly cleared my throat to try to make up for how awkward I was being. “We might as well get to know each other since we’re trapped here for who knows how long.” I suggested. “Truth or dare could be an entertaining way to do that.” I stated with a nonchalant shrug. Good save, girl! He suspects nothing. Hopefully.

“I guess.” He laughed with a shrug. “I’ll bite. Truth or dare?” Speaking of bite…

“Dare.” I replied. I decided to be bold. Why not? I can’t run away, might as well just embarrass myself and get it done with.

“Dare you to tell me your name.” He said, his smooth voice echoing off the wooden elevator walls. My eyes met his and I found my lips pulling up into a small but slightly flirty smirk, involuntarily, obviously.

“____.” I answered in a more confident tone. I leaned forward and extended my hand towards him which he accepted without a second thought. His large hand completely engulfed my smaller one, his grip firm, polite, and gentle all at the same time. His skin was warm, a stark contrast to mine which tended to be freezing cold for some reason. He flashed me a warm smile as we leaned back against our respective walls again, our eyes locking again for a few seconds before we both quickly looked away. The energy in the confined space felt somewhat charged and I wondered if he felt it too or if it was just the absurdity of our situation. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” He cleared his throat. He decided to play it safe and I couldn’t blame him. It’s not like we could escape any awkwardness or each other right now. There was tension between us but I wasn’t sure if it sexual, aggression-based, or something else entirely.

“What’s your name?” I asked him. He knew mine so it was only fair to ask him now. He sighed but a hint of a smile graced his face.

“Matt.” He answered simply. He didn’t seem to want to be answering my questions. In fact, he looked like he’d rather be anywhere else but here. Can’t say I blame him, really. “Truth or dare?” He sighed with a roll of his eyes.

“Truth.” I said, still avoiding eye contact. He was pretty, but he was intimidating.

“You seeing anyone?” He subtly nodded his chin towards me as he asked his question. Maybe I was wrong? His voice was slightly deeper than before and I felt a flutter in my chest. My breath caught in my throat and my eyes snapped back to his. He was surprisingly bold despite the arrogance and annoyance that radiated off of him. I wasn’t sure if I liked that or not yet.

“No.” I shook my head subtly as I tried to stop my breathing from becoming shallow. The rise and fall of my chest definitely gave away how affected I was though. I didn’t want him to see the power he had over me. He seemed like an asshole. But… he was at least trying, I guess? “Truth or dare?” My voice was hoarse and quiet, almost unlike my own.

“Truth.” His gaze was intense and his voice was unwavering. His cold eyes never left mine and I felt myself slipping further and further into the clutches of this captivating man who I now knew as Matt. I took a shaky deep breath, preparing myself to speak again.

“What do you do for a living?” I tried to alleviate some of the tension that was building between us.

“Work.” He answered quickly as he adjusted his body to sit up straighter, crossing his arms over his chest. “Do I make you nervous?” He asked bluntly.

“You didn’t even ask me to choose.” I replied with my eyes locked intently on his, not even acknowledging that he didn’t even give an actual answer to my question either.

“Didn’t have to,” he shook his head slightly, “you’re too worked up to choose anything besides truth right now.” His assumption was straight-forward, but not inaccurate.

“Try me.” I narrowed my eyes at him. I wasn’t sure if I was more annoyed at his audacious attempt to psychoanalyze me in the moment or the situation we were in, but I decided to challenge him. He may be able to read me like a book right now, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t still try to trip him up. I watched him scoff and bite the insides of his cheeks, the annoyance obviously affecting him as well.

“So, you’re choosing dare then?” He questioned me with raised eyebrows. I kept up my facade, determined to win this little dick measuring contest we had found ourselves in. He nodded slowly before a sentence left his mouth that caused me to freeze. “I dare you to take your hoodie off then.” I took another deep breath and set my jaw in determination. His is bigger. It’s definitely bigger.

“Fine.” I said, my tone laced with challenge. I pulled my hoodie over my head and tossed it to the side, leaving me in a black lace bra and a pair of jeans that hung loosely off my hips. I was set on maintaining my faux act of confidence. I sat there unmoving as I watched his eyes shamelessly roam over my curves. “Truth or dare?” I asked in a slightly raspier voice, my jaw set tightly.

“Truth.” He said but I wasn’t sure if he was even aware he was answering. His eyes were drinking me in and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. He was absolutely 100% unapologetic with his gaze. He objectified me like I only existed as a device of his pleasure. He looked at me like a piece of meat. Like I was nothing. I think I liked it.

“How miserable are you in this elevator right now?” My voice was softer, a hint more seductive, completely unbeknownst to me.

“So fucking miserable.” He all but groaned out the words. His voice was raspy but breathy, a symptom of the effect I was beginning to have on him. His eyes finally darted back to mine. His eyes were slightly wider than before, more pleading. More… needy. “Truth or dare, ____?” The way my name dripped off his tongue sent a subtle shiver down my spine and I swallowed hard.

“Dare.” I all but breathed out the word as our sights stayed locked on each other’s.

“Lose the jeans.” His words were still groaned and that’s probably the only reason I didn’t even question his reasoning. Hearing the desperation and need in his voice was getting me so hot and I couldn’t stop myself from wanting him. Without a thought or any hesitation, I stripped the jeans off, revealing the full matching black lace set I was wearing. A chuckle fell from him as his eyes took me in again, his bottom lip caught snug between his teeth.

“Truth or-“ I began but he cut me off quickly.

“Dare.” The word was rushed, a demand.

“Shirt.” I didn’t even have to elaborate. He knew exactly what I meant and he swiftly pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. He was a lot more muscular than I expected. Talk about a sleeper build. His chest rose and fell as we took each other in. “Dare.” I said as he opened his mouth to speak. He smirked and his eyes darkened.

“Come here.” He said and patted his lap. Without protest, I obliged. As soon as I was within arms reach, he grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap. He groaned softly at the feeling of my back against his chest, a throaty chuckle following the sound. “Truth.” He breathed the word into my ear, his breath fanning across my skin, causing my back to arch off of his body.

“What are you thinking about right now?” I whispered, tilting my head back against his chest to lock eyes with him.

“Dare.” He said with a smirk, clearly not wanting to answer the question.

“I dare you to demonstrate what you’re thinking about.” My eyes drifted from his eyes, to his lips, and back up to his eyes again. A shit eating grin broke out on his face before he dipped his head down and pressed his lips against mine. My arms reached up above me and tangled in his hair while his ran up and down my sides, his giant hands stopping to grip at my hips and my ribs. We were rough and desperate right away, hungry for each other like we had been deprived of this forever. Which, in a way, I guess we technically had? He bit my lower lip, drawing a hissed gasp from me. His tongue ran over the spot he bit to soothe it but at the taste of blood, he sucked my lip into his mouth to stop the bleeding. Seconds later though, his tongue delved into my mouth, his tongue slowly swirling around mine. Sloppily, our tongues stroked each others, swirled around each others, sucked on each others. We pulled back with a thick string of saliva still connecting us, both of us breathing heavily. “Dare.” I whispered breathlessly.

“We’re still doing this?” He smirked, licking my lips to break the string connecting us. “Dare you to sit pretty and let me do whatever the fuck I want to you.” I swear to god this man is walking, living, breathing sex. This stranger makes me so fucking weak and I don’t know how. I love it though. All I did was nod and keep my eyes on his. My breath caught in my throat as his hand slowly slid down my stomach and into my soaked panties. “Did I do this to you, baby?” He smirked as he slowly dragged his middle finger up the slick slit under his hands, causing my body to tremble slightly. “That feel good?” He murmured as he began slowly circling his finger around my clit. When his finger brushed against my clit piercing, my body stiffened slightly and I let out a little whimper. “Oh? What’s that, baby doll?” His finger brushed against it again.

“Piercing.” My voice was shaky as I looked down at his hand under the black lace.

“You like watching me play with you?” His voice was deep and raspy, his lips brushing the shell of my ear in a feather light touch.

“Mhm.” I bit my lip and nodded, watching him continue his slow movements. I heard him let out a chuckle before I felt his other giant hand wrap around my tiny neck and yank me back. He forced my face to look at the mirrored ceiling, his grip on the sides of my neck tight.

“Watch yourself, angel.” He practically growled, his hand on my clit circling faster and faster, causing me to squirm under him. I trained my eyes on my reflection above us. I was so fucking small compared to him. “Look at you,” he murmured. “So tiny and pathetic, writhing around for me like a bitch in heat.” He spat out the words. “You always get this wet and desperate for guys you just meet?” He smirked at me through our reflections.

“No sir.” I forced out the words, my tiny hands gripping onto the bicep of his arm that was teasing me.

“Sir?” He looked down at me in amusement. “Good girl. I like that.” He moved his hand faster, applying more pressure. My back lifted off his chest again as I felt a knot form in my stomach. “Pathetic little slut getting close?” His voice was teasing. I couldn’t speak, just nod. Then, he ripped his hand away, right when I was at the edge.

“Matt.” I whimpered. He brought me up to my knees by his grip on my throat and roughly pushed me forward. I caught myself on my hands and heard him fumble with his belt behind me.

“Sir.” He corrected before aggressively pushing my head down to the cool elevator floor. He moved the lace of my panties aside and swiftly plunged himself inside me, not giving me a second to adjust to his size. Starting with slow but hard thrusts, he kept his hand on my head, keeping it pushed into the ground.

“Yes sir.” I whimpered out the words with each of his thrusts.

“Such a pretty little whore.” He groaned. He gave a few more brutal thrusts before he slowly extracted himself from me and flipped me over on my back. He picked me up with ease, wrapping my legs around his hips and carefully standing up. Pushing me up against the wall, he tilted my chin up roughly again to look at the ceiling. “Look how pathetic you look already.” He smirked, holding my face in place. “I barely even fucked you, Princess.” His lips dropped to my neck and he immediately started sucking, biting, and licking at my pulse point.

“Oh fuck.” I whispered out a moan. My hands tangled in his hair again as I struggled to watch him work through our reflection on the mirrored ceiling. “So good.” I whimpered.

“You want more, baby doll?” He groaned against my skin, licking up from my collarbone to my jawline, nipping at my pulse point again. “You wanna get fucked like a pretty little slut? You want me to stretch this little hole out over my dick?” He chuckled and gave my throat a squeeze. “Want me to ruin you for anyone else? Turn you into my cute little plaything?”

“Yes sir.” I gasped softly, fighting the urge to look at him.

“Beg for it, pretty girl.” He growled in my ear, squeezing my throat tighter and drawing a pathetic squeak from my lips.

“Please, sir.” I gasped. “Hurt me. Do whatever the fuck you want to me. I’ll be so good for you.” The words came out in a rushed whisper as I finally looked back at his face. “Tell me what you want me to do,” I breathed out the words as my eyes locked on his. “Turn me into your braindead little cock sleeve.” I nibbled on his earlobe gently. “Ruin me.” He didn’t need anything else because he was inside me again within seconds, slamming in and out with reckless abandon.

“God, all you can think about is getting fucked, huh?” He groaned through his thrusts. He went so hard and fast that my moans were transitioning into screams. His hand flew over my mouth as he hit my g spot as hard as he could, grinding his tip against it. “You want everyone to know I’m passing the time by fucking this tight little hole?” He growled in my ear. “Such a desperate little bitch. Need me all to yourself, right?” He punctuated his question with another hard hit to my g spot. “Need everyone to know how good you’re getting fucked right now?” He let go of my mouth and I immediately sunk my teeth into his shoulder to keep myself quiet. “Yeah, show me how good I make you feel. Little fucking cock slut.” He hissed.

“Fuck me like you mean it, sir.” I hissed in his ear. He ripped my body off the wall and next thing I knew, my back was on the floor and his hips were snapping forward faster than before. We were going at it like crack addicts. “Oh my fucking god, you’re so pretty.” I groaned as my gaze landed on our bodies in the mirrored ceiling above. My vision was hazy but I could still see the marks he had left on my neck and collarbone. I saw how his body moved with mine and how my legs wrapped around his hips in a desperate attempt to get him closer.

“You wanna cum, don’t you, pretty baby?” He teased, his voice rough and breathy in my ear. “You want me to show you what getting fucked right should feel like?” He ground his hips against my g spot again.

“Make me cum, sir. Please.” I begged in a breathy whisper. He growled out a laugh and bit my neck. Hard.

“I’m gonna fucking break you.” He laughed as his hand slid between our bodies, his fingers circling my clit again. With the combination of his dick practically splitting me in half and his hand going crazy on my clit, I knew I wasn’t gonna last long. “Pathetic little slut. Look at you. You’re already shaking.” He said in a mocking tone.

“Feels so good!” The words were shaky and forced but they still caused him to groan and rest his forehead against mine. I felt a knot forming in my stomach and I dug my nails into the back of his neck, desperate for something to hold onto.

“That’s it, babygirl. Let it out. Show me what the fuck I do to you.” His words, once again, were growled out. This time through gritted teeth. “Pathetic little fucking slut. Cum for me.” His lips fell to my neck again where he started leaving more dark marks. He started thrusting deeper, his hand applying more pressure on my clit. “You’re doing so good, baby. My perfect little hole. Pretty little whore.”

“Oh fuck, MATT!” I had to use my hand to muffle myself as I came, screaming his name. My back lifted off the ground and my hips ground against his involuntarily as my body shook violently and my walls fluttered around him, grasping him tightly and releasing. Over and over and over again. My nails dragged down his back, over and over as I rode out my high on him. The tracks prickled with blood as low groans and hisses escaped him but he never stopped.

“Oh god, ____.” It didn’t take him long to cum after me. His thrusts had gotten harder, bruising even. His hands dug into my hips and he kept grinding against my g spot, daring to draw another orgasm out of me. When his hips started stuttering and his breathing grew more shallow, I knew he was almost there.

“Almost there, Matt. Fuck me like you own me.” I encouraged him to chase his high. He was so fucking close and I needed him to cum. I needed him to feel just as good, if not better, than he made me feel.

“I do own you.” He growled as he placed his hand on my throat, choking me again. “My personal cum dump now, yeah?” His body started shaking more. He was right. Fucking. There. “____.” He moaned and with one final thrust, I felt him twitch inside me. He kept thrusting, determined to dump everything he had in me.

“There you go. Fill me up like the good little cumslut I am for you, sir.” I giggled and ran my hands through his hair as he fucked himself through his high. He finally pulled out after a few minutes, smirking down at my breathless form on the ground.

“You look so pretty dripping with my cum.” He said in a small voice. “All pathetic and fucked out. All because of me.” He leaned over my breathless body to place a gentle kiss on my lips.

“Thank you.” The words came out in heavy breaths and my eyes locked with his. Without another word, he got dressed again. In my fucked out state, he carefully dressed me as well, placing gentle kisses along my body as he went.

“You did good, ____.” He murmured and pulled me into his chest. “Took me like a good girl.” He praised me.

“You did good too, sir.” I mumbled as I curled up in his lap and laid my head against his chest.

“You tired?” He asked in a soft voice. I answered him with a quiet hum and a subtle nod of my head. “Get some sleep. They’ll wake us up when they get us out.” He whispered.

We fell asleep like that and weirdly enough, I felt calm despite the situation we found ourselves in. Suspended in a box who knows how many floors up with a stranger, not knowing when we’d get out, and here we were. Holding each other like we had known each other forever. There was something so… serene. Was it the stress relief? Possibly. Regardless, I felt a lot less agitated and I think he did too.

At least we’ll get out of here on better terms than we walked in here on, right?

[priestly-prince]

crying because yesterday I mentioned to some friends about feeling like I was being pspspsps'd by your art, and now you pspspsps me for real so I can't ignore it now

Anyway I think I'm either blind or not awake enough this morning because I can't find the ask meme from the Elsen post but, uhh prompt: Japhet sounds like he enjoys trivia dumping on the Batter. Could the friendly songbird have offhandedly mentioned something that eventually winds up pointing him down a darker path? Maybe the Batter made an incorrect conclusion (or a tragically correct one) on whatever Japhet was talking about.

Yay! The pspsps actually worked! At least I caught one, lol.

Ok so, I struggled to come up with something cohesive to put together an actual drabble or narrative, but I have got a few images based on an idea I had that I'll explain underneath.

Ok so this is based on an idea I briefly chatted about with a friend, to kind of play up the whole uncanny "artificial human" thing I have going with the Batter. In that, what if he didn't have a heartbeat? Or indeed, a heart at all.

He notices it in others, how they have a heartbeat or a pulse, but he can't find one of his own, and neither can Vader, or anyone else. He seems to be alive in every way that matters, so why does he lack what others have?

So he goes looking for answers, and starts to question more as to whether he actually is 'real'.

[literally-tinker-bell]

Open starter: Missing

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"Ugh.. What... the fuck?"

Karla, who had been missing for the past 2 months, woke up right in front of Commodus' palace. She has no memory of how she ended up here.. or why she hurts all over. She sat up and looked around, shielding her eyes from the sun. "Shit....what the hell happened?"

//taglist!! sorry it's been CENTURIES lol

@fightingthetoxicallegations @the-great-emperor-commodus @another-argo @ignis-child-of-trivia @glowy-cool-girl @god-of-smithing-and-cozy-vibes @apollo-ask-blog @onlymythologypersonincamp uhh anyone else that wants to respond bc I don't remember anyone else 😭

btw, she has no fucking clue what's been going on for the past two months, because I don't know what the hell's been going on lmao- other than Argo dying a bunch or something? no idea, sorry y'all

[deadly-espresso]

(OC: Glaze)

Unlike my previous Toon OCs, this character wasn't just some idea I came up myself. Instead, I made this as a gift for my friend Denzi-P! Denzi was the one who thought up what kind of object this Toon would be, and I was the one who came up with the name!

Now for... uhh... LORE? Well, fitting for a keychain, Glaze's specialty is designing clothes, collectables, toys, and other merchandise for the Gardenview center. While he does have a lot of talent in his crafts, he's rather insecure about his artistic abilities and often worries that he may not make the cut. Glaze often feels a need to prove himself worthy in the eyes of the staff, the guests, and the other Toons, resulting him being... umm... rather clingy and sycophantic. In spite of his insecurities, however, plenty of Toons, such as Poppy, Essa (another Toon OC I made), and Scraps are genuinely appreciative of his skills.

Notes about Glaze's active Ability, Clingy Chain:

Note 1: The max distance that Glaze and the attached Toon can wander away from one another is about as far as the max range of Scraps' Crafty Grapple. If a chained Toon tries to move beyond the max distance, their ally will be pulled around to keep up with them.

Note 2: The effect of this ability instantly ends if either Glaze or the Toon he's attached to dies.

Note 3: The ability's effect can be stacked if more than one Glaze clings to the same Toon.

And a bit more trivia:

If Glaze were modeled in 3D, he would have a colored outline, similar to Poppy or Finn.

Glaze has a dog-like appearance and can let out a pretty menacing bark. He also keeps plenty of squishy toys to chew on.

While Glaze is male, he does have interests in makeup and jewelry. He does think he's got a pretty boy face, but he sometimes feels insecure about his chubby abdomen.

Glisten has a rather negative opinion of Glaze due to Glaze constantly putting himself down despite being so talented. While the two are both made of glass, they don't seem to be related to one another.

Glaze has a very positive relationship with Goob due to Goob's hugs helping him calm down.

Out of all the Main Toons, Glaze gets along with Sprout the best due to his companionship and tasty treats.

Glaze finds Pebble and Coal to be perplexing, but loves them nonetheless.

Glaze distrusts Dandy for some reason.

Here's his transparent art too because yes

[rhombus1111]

Soul and Mind hangout till the sun comes up they talk alot here posted on Friday the 13th :)

ready set GO

Soul, after being on his phone for like 7 hours finally got up and decided to get something that would make him stay up later...

He quickly gone to the kitchen

a little flash that looked a little like lighting came behind Soul

Opened the fridge

The small flashes of "lighting" walked down kinda like a ghost

Got the monster

[FUCK]

He came down with a crash Soul jumped inches up in the air but fell down gracefully and slowly made his way to the sound

{Holy shit Mind.}

[Holy shit can you help me up‽]

Mind first helped himself up with a groan but then Soul reached his hand to him. Mind's eyes sorta illuminated the surrounding area so Soul saw a wrench and a circular object, Mind quickly picked those up and then he picked up three other things that seemed to fade in that abyss we call the floor one of which being green???

{What are you doing?}

[Creating something.]

{What?}

Mind eyes gone up a little bit and his head perked up to actually look at Soul

[A clock.]

He quickly showed him the clock, not only was it circular but from the little bit Soul saw it had these colored squares in it and in the middle, was a tie!

{Oh that's actually,, really cool!! Can I help?}

Mind began swaying only a little bit

[...hold these]

He gave him the paint brushes and paint then he walked over to his room and turned the light on which felt like if a bee stung Soul's eyes

Soul waddled a little to Minds room.

In there he got a better look at Mind, man's eyes were BAGGY like real baggy and he looked like he had been through a dust storm, he looked like he could be in one of those 2000s 3d movies with the semi-low graphics and they look realistic and the characters are like in medival England and they all talk British, he looked like he'd be one of those characters who have a grumpy attitude and they sell you stuff that they dug through something to get and that stuff Is really important near the end of the movie

in other words he looked like SHIIIIT

But even though Soul saw that he didn't want that to transfer through his mouth.

The clock came in all hues, shades, and variations of blue and the tie was Zubin Sedghi Blue!! Plus it had a red button on the right side, but it didn't have the big hand and little hand nor the glass.

{Oh is this like a- Zubin Sedghi appreciation clock?} He smiled softly

Mind looked away from Soul

[I just need two more things.]

He got everything from Soul's hands even the two monsters and drank one and opened the other one and drank that

{Really? Infront of me?}

[Yeah.]

{You should really go asleep.}

[That goes for you too, haven't you been up for 2 days straight? All you've been doing is starting at videos and the television and drinking that dumbass drink while I've been actually doing shit with my time. Grow the fuck up.]

[...anyways let's make this.]

{I am going to ignore that. Uhh I think we should get drum sticks for the hands.}

[Ok where?]

{I have some in my room.}

He quickly gone to his room it was messy but he got the drumsticks!!

[Thanks.]

Mind painted the drumsticks this cyan color yknow to make it pop and then he pressed the red button on the side making them move only a little bit

Mind stared at it for a while in awe he could almost smile about it but then it stopped mid way through making Minds eyes go back to tired looking stoner look. He put his hands over his eyes.

{I mean, atleast it made it midway through.} :}!!

{You can't just stop now.}

Mind sighed

[I would never give up, why would you even say that.]

{Do you atleast wanna do something diffrent?}

,,,

[Can we do trivia?]

He said with big bug eyes

{Hell no}

[Why might that be?] He smiled frowning having that, I got you expression

{You know why}

[You always want to do it with dumbass Heart.] He chugged two monsters at the same time

[I mean sure, I'm intelligent way more than you, but what if there's something I mayhaps don't know and you can answer it for me? Not saying I don't know things but maybe there's something you're good at? I mean I'm sure I mess up too! But you guys mess up significantly more than I. But like- maybe just maybe. There's something you two freaks could do "better" than me I mean not saying it's a possibility but it could be something I don't recall,, maybe something use-]

{Shhhut up. We're playing whatever the hell we find online.}

While Mind was rambling Soul had gotten his laptop and began scrolling

[Oh this one.]

He said pointing to "gambling.com"

{No???}

{How about a farming game?}

[No.]

{Uhhh how about we}

[Watch a movie?]

{Sure but,, what movie?}

[The Godfather.]

{Hell no} he said smiling while face palming

[Why? it's a masterpiece it has-]

{Because you're going to rant about how good it is the whole way through.}

[...]

{How about a movie we all like}

[What?]

[Don't say Scott pilgrim.]

{Oh}

{Oh! Mean girls!! :}

Mind quickly put on mean girls on youtube

[You dress like that girl.] He said pointing to.. who?

{Who?}

[That emo goth girl.]

{You do know she has a name}

[Yeah, Regina.]

{...}

{Mind are you ok?} He giggled I mean who hasn't watched mean girls??

[Of course.]

{Her names Janis silly.}

{Have you seen this before¿}

[Yeah..? Who hasn't?]

{I think you're lying.}

[Soul shut the fuck up and watch the movie.]

The movie ends, it was nice

{Yknow, we need more of these movies were, at first they act like clowns to eachother- then they get along at the end.}

[Ok.]

Soul looked down at his lap then looked at Mind once again

{We should go outside.}

[Most likely.]

{You're not even gonna question why?}

He said with like a big frown on his face and downturns mouth

[,,why?]

{I wanna show you a thing!!}

[Okay.]

Soul grapped Minds hand and walked him down the hallway rather quickly and soon they got outside!!

[What.]

{Look, look :}

He pointed at a stick that looked like a trident, it looked like how artist use lineweight in their drawings, the middle of the "trident" was bolder but the tips of the trident were smaller. Not exactly like Soul's trident but almost eerily similar.

[Nice.]

Mind pulled a little camera out of his pocket and studied the stick to get the perfect angle then he took the picture

[Why are we outside?]

{For that silly :}

[Just for that?]

{Well, yeah}

[You know there's so much more to life than sticks...]

{There's stone's.}

[No, "silly" stuff like water, the sun, the trees, cameras, clocks and the people we know are all more important.]

{Well duh I know that it's just, that stick felt really important to me. I mean, it may not be important necessarily to you but.. it was nice :}

[We should go back inside.]

He grapped Soul's hand and gone inside rather slowly then they went to Soul's room

[You should really clean up in here..] He said while putting stuff away

{No no, it's ok just sit wherever.}

[What else should we do?]

{Can I see that picture?}

[Sure.]

{Oh that's really nice! :} }

[I know right? I made it myself, there was really no good videos to show me how to do it, so I just did it myself. All you need is a wrench, wheel and glass and wires but you have to be really smart with it. Otherwise you'd mess us. You don't know how many times I've fucked up on that dumbass camera- the first one wasn't working at all, second one was dickshit third one was a little better but still no fucking progress from the first one.. I mean how the hell can you make progress,, without actually making progress? It dosent make any sence! Fucked up for no fucking reason was that camera. But eventually!!! I made this one and it's actually really clear- the quality dosent even drop. And-]

Soul looked at him amusingly he liked it when the other halves ranted about their interest but it was sorta rare for Mind to do so, so this was even more amusing!! So he ranted for like an hour which made Soul get comfortable in the bed still listening to Mind rant.

[And that's why cameras are nice.]

Soul let out a big smile but also a yawn he looked outside, the "sun" was rising.

Mind then layed down in the bed, tired and exhausted

{Uhh nuh uh you're dirty, you're lucky I even let you sit on my bed, ha}

[Oh.]

Mind looked at himself EWWWWWWWAUGH WTF???? his clothes look terrible he looked terrible- this whole night??? Why didn't Soul tell him??

Trying to hide his disgust he hopped off of Soul's bed and said, [Well, I'm going to take a shower, bye.]

{It was fun hanging out with you :}

[Ok.]

He ran to the shower

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Thorn In My Side, Rose In My Hand (Part 6)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings:  Under Age Drinking, Under Age Marijuana Use, Violence and Displays of Toxic Relationship Acts. If I missed one, please let me know.

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 3.1K

Summary: Rafe throws a party in an attempt to see Y/N. Y/N finds out a heart breaking truth. 

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Rafe knows Y/N is ignoring him. No matter what he tries, she never so much as utters a word in his direction. So he is giving her some space. He could say that he isn’t throwing a party for the sole purpose of hopefully seeing Y/N for a split second if she chooses to come, but he’d be lying. Normally, he goes from room to room to check on people. Today, he is in the kitchen, guarding the stuff he bought specifically for Y/N in case she shows up. He sees someone reaching for the hard kombucha in the fridge, “Touch that can and I will throw you out of my house faster than you can say kombucha.” The person quickly closed the fridge and exited the kitchen. “You better not be opening that Oreo package,” he threatens to Mason, who Rafe knows has been eyeing the package. 

“Dude, come on. I told you that she isn’t coming. She went to something that Wilson is holding. It sounded fancy. So let me just have one, please,” Mason begs while he inches toward the package again.

“Still you never know. Maybe she’ll get bored and stop by?”

“I love you, dude. And I want to see you guys together, but I think it’s time to call it. I don’t want you to get your hopes up.” 

“I know my chances. I still have hope though. We are meant to be, I just know it.”

———

Y/N sits at the dinner table with all of Wilson’s friends. He is having a dinner soirée. Honestly, Y/N is bored out of her mind, but Wilson is her boyfriend and this is typically a girlfriend's duty. La Bleue Fleur is catering and the topic of conversation is that uninteresting Civil War documentary that Wilson made her watch.  Y/N is pushing around the leftover garnish on her plate as she is the first person to finish eating. “Y/N, what did you think of Timothy Satonis’ masterpiece?” Allen asks, looking toward the girl. She is caught off guard by the question because she has mostly been left out of the conversation. “Uhh, not gonna lie, I zoned out during the movie. Docs really aren’t my thing,” she replies to the group, which causes them to look at her with horror in their eyes. The group is awkwardly silent for a second before Wilson directs the conversation to something Y/N can be involved in, “Did you guys know Y/N is Cassie Y/L/N’s daughter?” 

This sparks a conversation between the dinner guests. “Have you met her?” Hailey questions excitedly. Wilson smiles with pride, “Yes, I have. We met when I took Y/N to Midsummer. Later on,  I gave her a manuscript of my book when I visited Y/N’s house the other day. Hopefully, she can pass it on to her publisher and it gets published.” Y/N finds it strange that Wilson would say it like he was the one to ask her to Midsummer when in reality she is the one to ask him out. “That is an amazing idea. Y/N, what is your favourite book of hers?” Josh inquiries. “Um, probably Murder in The Deep. The series is inspired by my love of murder mysteries and the main character, Arabella, is modelled after me. So it feels pretty personal and sentimental to me. She even mentions me in the dedication and named a murder victim after me.” “I see. Wilson did not tell us you were one of those types of readers,” Josh remarks with judgement in his tone. She turns towards Wilson to see if he will stand up for her. He doesn’t, so Y/N once again zones out as everyone else continues talking about her mom like she is not there. She feels a little uncomfortable, but she doesn’t say anything to avoid making anyone else feel the same way. 

After dinner and dessert are finished, the evening continues in the family room with a game of trivia. Y/N is usually good at trivia as she is on track to being valedictorian and she loves to know random, obscure facts. However, this game of trivia is all related to the same topics, which bore her to death. “If you’re a fan of Ella Fitzgerald, Benny Goodman, and Miles Davis, which museum in Kansas City will be music to your ears?” Allen reads from the card. Hailey rings her bell quickly, “Amerian Jazz Museum!” The group claps at her answer. Y/N didn’t even know there was a museum only for Jazz music, let alone that it was in Kansas City. Hailey takes the next card, “Bela Bartok and Romantic composer Franz Liszt are typically considered the greatest composers to emerge from what European nation?” Y/N wants to be included in the game, so she tries to take a guess at the answer and rings her bell, “Is it Germany?” Wilson shakes his head in disappointment and she can see the embarrassment in his eyes. “Of course, it is not Germany, Y/N. Everyone knows they are from Hungary. If you do not know the answer, then do not bother answering the question,” he chastises and Y/N feels as though she is a child. 

“Excuse me, I’m going to go to the bathroom,” Y/N excuses as she gets up to find the bathroom, hoping to escape the situation. Y/N knew she should stand up for herself, but she didn’t wanna make a scene because that would also be embarrassing. She is walking back to the family room when she hears her name being spoken. She stops just outside of the family room archway, hiding behind the wall. “I do not understand why you are dating her. She has no substance at all. She is vapid and I do not know how you can spend so much time with her,” she hears Hailey complain. This absolutely guts Y/N because this is another one of her insecurities. When compared to the intelligent life of the part, Elizabeth Huntington, she felt uninteresting with her more reserved personality. However, nothing prepares her for the feeling of what Wilson says next. “It is about looking at the advantages. Y/N may be vapid, but I got to meet Cassie and hopefully, I can be mentored by her. It is the only reason why I asked her out. I heard a rumour that the Y/L/N’s like to spend time on the beach where we met. I figured I was bound to meet one of them eventually.”

Y/N could continue to just stand there and be sorry for herself, but her blood is now boiling and she decides to stand up for herself, no matter how much she wants to cry right now. She steps out from behind the wall, “I may be vapid, but at least, I’m not a lonely boy, who is so obsessed with an author that I stalked her and her family. It is so sad that you used another human being just to get your boring ass manuscript read. My mom showed me the manuscript and we both agree that you sound like a giant stick in the mud even when you write. You don’t have to worry about putting up with me any longer because we are over!” This isn’t her finest moment, but she storms out in a hurry. She can only make it so far before she realizes that she could not walk home all the way. Her vision is blurry, meaning she could not see three feet in front of her. 

She decides it is safer to call someone to come pick her up. She takes out her phone and dials her brother’s number, “Dude, why are you calling? Are you a boomer? Anyways leave a message at the beep.” Voicemail. She calls her parents and gets voicemail again. Right, they are staying on the mainland for the night because her mom has a back-to-back book signing there. She goes to call Lacey, but notices she has a voicemail from her friend. “Y/NNNNN, I love youuuuu. Before you ask, I amz totes not drink. Drink. Drunk, lol. Okay, maybe I am. But, I wants you to know I loves you. Alsoooo, I total- total- totally made out with Derren. He is so h-” The voicemail cuts off before Lacey could finish her drunken rant. This causes Y/N to stop crying for a second and giggle at Lacey’s drunken antics. But the realization that she only has one other person to call whom she felt comfortable with makes her feel anxious because she is not even sure he is going to answer her call after the way she has been ignoring him. 

———

Rafe sits on his couch with Elizabeth on his lap and her tongue down his throat. He was able to convince her that saying Y/N’s name during Midsummer was a mistake, which leads to them having been making out for the last ten minutes. Even with the raging music of the party, Rafe could hear the beginning notes of “The Book of You and I” by Alec Benjamin. It is the ringtone he assigned for Y/N. He must admit it is a strange song to have chosen because it talks about a breakup and he and Y/N haven’t even started their story. The song reminds him of her and he knows Y/N loves the song just because of the mention of a book. She loves the idea of a love story being a book of the two people in the relationship. He immediately pulls away from Elizabeth, leaving the girl frustrated again to go answer the phone somewhere quieter. The song couldn’t even make it to the second note because Rafe answers it. 

“Y/L/N, are you hurt?” he immediately interrogates with worry seeping into his voice. With Y/N ignoring him for the past couple of weeks, he knows it must be serious if she is calling him right now at night. “Ca- Can y- yo- you pi-pick m-e u-u-up, please?” he hears her struggle to say through her tears. Rafe’s eyebrows knit together in concern, “Absolutely, send me your pin and I’ll be there immediately.” Y/N whispers a meek okay and goodbye before hanging up the phone, not giving him a chance to ask further questions.

———

Once again another party ended early for Y/N’s safety, but seeing as Rafe threw the party just to get her attention, he had no problem with ushering everyone out of his house as fast as he can. He doesn’t even wait for everyone to be gone before hopping into his jeep and driving off to the location Y/N sent him. He held very little regard for his own safety as he drove past stop signs and red lights. All that matters is making sure she is safe. He finally gets to his destination, the end of Wilson’s driveway. Y/N sits on the decorative rock in a full-on sobbing fit. Rafe jumps out after double-checking he put the car in park. He wraps his arms around her shoulders and pulls her into his neck without saying a word. After a few minutes, she calms down enough to tell him what happened. “He was only dating me to get to my mom. He said I was vapid and I know it’s true, but it just hurts to hear someone else confirm it.” Rafe blood boils at how Wilson made Y/N feel, “You are not vapid. You’re a rose. When you meet a new person, you are the bud. You are more reserved around them. But when you start to bloom, your passion, love, and joy start to show. Just like how when a rose starts to open up you start to see the beautiful red colour that hides within. Wilson was just too selfish and boring for you to do anything interesting with him.” She smiles up at him and nods her head in understanding. “Wait, here for a second. I’m going to go do something real quick before we leave,” he explains before getting up and walking toward the front door.

Rafe knocks on the auspicious door and waits for Wilson to open it. “What are y-” Wilson tries to say, but he is interrupted by Rafe’s fist punching him in the face. “Come near Y/N again and I’ll do a whole lot worse,” he warns, running off toward Y/N. She stands there shocked at what just happened. She giggles at the image of Rafe coming towards her. He grabs her hand as he passes by and drags her toward his car. Once he helps her up, he goes around and drives off, watching in the back mirror as Wilson and his friends finally catch up to the street. Rafe pulls out his phone to play “Getaway Car” by Taylor Swift, which causes Y/N to fall into hysterics.  

Rafe drives Y/N to Tannyhill because he knows her parents aren’t home and that Mason is probably still in a guest room with Amanda, even after the party is ended. “Where is everyone?” Y/N ponders out loud as she sees the empty house. Mason told her about the party Rafe was throwing. “Sent them home when you called,” he informs her without skipping a beat. He says it in a matter-of-fact way that she knows he doesn’t want her to feel guilty. The car stops and they see Mason come out to join them outside. “Dude, where did you go?” Mason pauses when he sees the tear-streaked face belonging to his twin. “Y/N/N, what’s wrong?” “Wilson was only dating me because of mom,” Y/N mumbles, attaching herself to Rafe. His being there during her time of vulnerability has caused her to feel comfort in his grasp. Mason’s face contorts into anger, “HE DID WHAT! I’M GOING TO KILL HIM!” Y/N quickly goes to her brother’s side and puts her arm out so he can’t get past her. “Don’t worry. Rafe already punched him for me,” she assures her brother, who pulls her into a hug. “Mace, you didn’t pick up your phone.” He grimaces and places a kiss on her forehead, “I know, I’m sorry.” “It’s okay, Rafe was there,” she whispers in the nook. “Should we go home?” Mason asks. “No, can we go to the balcony?” She replies, looking between Mason and Rafe. Both boys nod and follow her to her desired destination. 

Rafe and Y/N make a quick stop to get her more comfortable clothes, so Mason goes to get some snacks. Rafe goes past his room, heading towards Sarah’s room. He looks back to check in with Y/N and notices she isn’t following him. She is paused at his door, waiting for him to follow her. “What’s wrong? Sarah’s room is this way,” he points in the direction of the room. Y/N looks at her feet while shifting her weight between the two, “Actually, can I borrow some of your clothes, please? They are comfy.” Rafe smiles at her suggestion, “Of course, you can, Y/L/N.” he takes her inside. He gives her a plain gray T-shirt and black sweatpants. It may be a mundane outfit, but Rafe loved how she looked in his clothes. She is practically swimming in his shirt because he is so much taller than her and she had to tie her sweatpants very tight so they wouldn’t slip down so much. They both giggle at her constant need to pull up the pants as they head to the balcony. 

———

Mason sits opposite from Y/N and Rafe with a joint in hand while Y/N cuddles herself into Rafe’s arms. They’ve been talking about anything and everything just to cheer Y/N up. “Why the dude never used contractions was so fucking weird. He sounded like such an old person,” Mason jokes while taking a drag of his blunt. Rafe laughs, “Those stupid button-up shirts he’d wear all the damn time. With his name monogrammed onto them. He looked like such a douchebag in them.” This continuous mockery of Wilson has cheered Y/N up. “I caught him ironing the collar of it. Only an asshole is that uptight,” she joins in while taking a swing of her hard kombucha. The boys nod in agreement. Mason snubs out the joint and gets up from his seat, “I’m gonna head to bed. Y/N, you cool if we sleep here?” She nods; originally, she was supposed to sleep over at Wilson’s house. With that, Mason leaves the two alone. 

They sit in comfortable silence, drinking their drinks and looking up at the stars. She has now shifted so her head is on his chest and his arm is around her neck. Y/N opens up the pack of Oreos placed on the coffee table in front of them. She untwists the top of the one she picks up and gives the bottom with the cream on it to Rafe. Understanding what she wants him to do, he grabs the bottom and eats the cream for her before handing it back to her. Y/N and Wilson never had this unspoken language while they were dating. “Why doesn’t anyone love me for me?” She wonders as she gives him another Oreo. “Someone does. He’s just waiting for you to be ready,” Rafe whispers without realizing that she heard him. She looks up at him from her position and he looks down at her. She closes her eyes and starts to lean in to kiss him. No matter how much he wishes he could lean down to meet her lips, he knows this isn’t the right moment, so he pulls away. “As much as I want to kiss you right now, I would rather our first kiss be when you are feeling less vulnerable and are 100% sober,” he tells her. Disappointment is written all over her face, but she knows that he made the right decision. She would prefer their first kiss to feel more right and not just because he is there being sweet to her after a breakup. She nuzzles back into his chest and they go back to just enjoy each other’s company. Her light snores tell him she has fallen asleep and instead of waking her up from her slumber, he picks her up and takes her to the other guest bedroom. He tucks her into the bed and admires the serene look on her face as she sleeps. He lightly kisses her forehead and goes back to his room to welcome the sleep. 

Taglist: @itsalexwin @sublimepenguinpeach-blog  @gillybear17  @terraeluce​  @f4ll-for-you​ 

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(For Family Game Night, the batfam are playing a trivia game about each other - Dick and Jason are on a team) Alfred(moderating): You have 30 seconds. And the lightning round begins - NOW. What was Tim’s nickname when he was a field hockey goalie? Jason: Big Skinny Goalie. Alfred: Correct. Selina claims this is her favorite movie… Dick: Dangerous Liaisons. Alfred: Correct. Her actual favorite movie is... Jason: Weekend at Bernie’s. Alfred: Correct! In what part of her body did Cassandra get a pencil stuck at age 14? Dick: Oh-oh-oh! (Whispers something in Alfred’s ear) Alfred: EW! NO!...Her EAR! Alright, I categorize the towels. How many categories are there? (Jason and Dick turn to each other to talk it through) Jason: Everyday use. Dick: Fancy. Jason: Guest. Dick: Fancy Guest. Alfred: Two seconds… Jason(panicking): Uhh - 11?! Alfred: - unbelievable, 11 is correct!

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SEREON DROP MORE FREYR LORE AND MY LIFE IS YOURS‼️‼️‼️

YAY!!! MY WIFE!!! I doodled him just for this answer look at him.

He’s my favorite character ever and he’s all that I think about but he’s a really simple character in concept. King of Alfheim, prince of Vanaheim, local deity of love, kingship and seasons etc. More below

He’s a sort of diva kind of character, switches moods on a whim and seemingly blurts the most outlandish bullshit you’ve ever heard. He’s an introvert at heart unlike his sister and mostly just hangs around Skirnir, Gerðr or Tyr if he visits. But he’s a nicer character than he appears, he’s generous and loves giving gifts even if it’s not needed and he’s VERY loving, like a dog, he just might be a sassy asshole that’ll point out if someone’s annoying him to his face and also he appears to be very egotistical at times. He’s not really considered a good king by the standards of Njordr and Skadi but he’s very charismatic and that’s really why he’s so revered and loved. He treats the elves like his own kids and is busy 24/7 like a housewife.

The most interesting part about his character is probably his relationships. He’s not monogamous and just sort of sees love as a feeling worth giving to anyone regardless of who they are. There are also people he really really likes being affectionate and loving(romantically/platonically) to in particular: Skirnir, Gerðr and Tyr. Skirnir is his childhood bestfriend and very lovingly calls him Sunshine but understands that he can’t really do that in public but he likes doting on Skirnir, Gerðr is his pretty wife that he likes staring at and loves to spoil her, even if Gerðr thinks it’s too much but he truly does respect her privacy. Tyr is there because I like the two as a pairing ok but they’re both very sweet to each other and Freyr likes preening his feathers and calling him ‘Birdie’.

He has a crippling anxiety disorder, SAD and ADHD, he’s a fucking manic freak that desires nothing but love and respect back. He’s like most of the more happier characters though and when he’s not the focus of the story, he’ll be a sassy little happy support that usually just gives people hard truths. He is alot smarter and aware than he lets on and the facade of a happy leader is more of an accidental feature rather than on purpose. He willingly dies to protect his friends and family because he’s aware that he can’t just stop fate and while he’s upset that he won’t live for long, he still wants to hang out and be happy rather than be treated as if he’s already dead.

^ more stuff on that it’s just hard to fit everything at once

If you want more information he’s actually like the only character with a toyhouse page that isn’t completely outdated unlike Heimdallr and Loki, I’ll link that for you teehee

UHH more trivia about him. His voice claim is Billy Kametz and he’s a raging bisexual with exclusively male servants (Freyja has exclusively female servants, they’re both fruity).

[sp1dercandle]

Some of my object oc ref sheets + trivia

cw: slightly implied cannibalism (on his trivia)

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Uhh I use different devices when making their ref sheets so don't mind the different fonts and other aspects *sweats*

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!! :3

(slowly running out of characters but there are a few more left lol)

uh. do you like mouse girls

because you got Finley :) (technically her lusus is a "giant" long-eared jerboa but it's fine. don't worry about it.)

Finley's a troll who had ambitions to go to college and become some sort of linguist or historian- but then she saw the price tag and all the strings attached. And her odds of entering that field with her caste (bad.)

She instead settled on a dead-end job as a barista in some fancy little cafe to barely make ends meet. (But what were the alternatives really? Become a battery? Get her debt bought out by some shitty company? Lay down and die? She thinks no.)

Thanks to being somewhat of a mutant (white hair and Arsenic In Her Blood) and her short, weak stature, Finley is pretty anxious and easily startled, often leading her to be overpolite and yielding. When not as such though, she's usually more upbeat and amicable.

uhh trivia :)

She's earned the nickname of "Klutz" (play on her last name) from some of her co-workers because her telekinesis triggers randomly when her allergies are aggravated.

Finley is friends with two other characters of mine: Himiko and Hephan. (Bast's Ankiro is also a part of this little friend group.)

She's a lesbian who's type of woman is Yes and "All of them." She can get pretty easily flustered and gets little crushes all the time.

[aalinaaaaaa]

Trivia Tuesday

Thanks as always @bardic-tales for the tag! For this week's edition, I'm going to talk a bit about the inspirations behind a certain aspect of Eshani and Cerigo's relationship, and indeed the Court of Morilast also (because those two things are rooted in the same inspiration).

A few days ago, I posted what some people may recall as this snippet , which deals with a pivotal moment in Eshani and Cerigo's relationship. It's after Eshani first got anointed as a High Councillor, meaning that, among other things, she inherited the court's vow of madness (anyone with this vow is only able to venture outside Morilaste's* borders for a day and a minute, any time spent after this will result in one being driven to madness. It's actually one of the terms of the treaty that resulted in Helinda's existence).

The Court's vow and the tragic tone of Eshani and Cerigo's relationship were both inspired by Pirates of the Caribbean; At World's End, namely the parts relating to Will and Elizabeth's relationship and how Will's sacrifice lead to him being stuck on the Flying Dutchman for basically forever (except the spend ten years at sea = one day on land stipulation). This wasn't something that I consciously took inspiration from, it was a case of my interpretation of those ideas bleeding into my work and then upon seeing the movie again, I'm like 'oh, that's similar, lol'.

However, it has to be said that the Court of Morilaste was born from conscious inspiration on my part. It was because I took interest in how the Court of Nightmares from A Court of Mist and Fury was the place where the Night Court's notorious reputation came out of. When I finished that book (I was 13 going on 14 at the time), I was like 'uhh, could we please see more of Rhys being the most powerful High Lord in Prythian 👀👉👈'. I think there was a whole of one, maybe two scenes set there and it came off as like 'here's the basement where all the nasty stuff happens, next'.

The net result was what you see today, a sequestered court split from the rest of the country where there are no less than seven (I promise the number is a coincidence, it's because I wanted a superstitious/mythological number less conventional than three) High Councillors, each one very strong and devious in their own right. All because some guy thousands of years previous had some controversial ideas and an excellent hand at tattoo-based spellwork.

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*Sometimes Morilaste is spelled with the 'e', sometimes it isn't.

It's, in terms of the lore, an anglicisation of how it's represented in the Helindian language, where placenames typically have a symbol at the end, akin to a silent letter, to indicate it's a place. This is employed in instances where a place is named after someone. In verbal speech, the name is said the exact same way whether it's a name or a place being talked about. Context clues in the conversation indicate the distinction.

If one is talking about the geographical area, then it's Morilaste.

If one is talking about/referencing the namesake, and/or the High Councillors or other people in the court, then it's Morilast.

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I'm going to drop the taglists of Obsidian Sapphires and Soulswapped here, along with the general one, (ask, comment, etc me to be added/subtracted from any of my taglists): @midnight-and-his-melodiverse @outpost51 @mr-orion @the-ellia-west @guessillcallitart @thelaughingstag @thereadingfoz @glassstardust22124 @original-writing @honeybewrites @ashirisu @drowsy-quill @oliolioxenfreewrites @theglitchywriterboi @did-i-do-this-write @threeking

[deadly-espresso]

(OC: Kodie)

Yeah, you're probably not getting any Valentine's content for Valentine's Day. Instead, you're getting this guy! The camera guy!!!

Now for the uhh... lore... Kodie's a mostly friendly, if strange Toon who likes to hang out with Essa and share pictures with her. As one could easily guess, Kodie's specialty is photography, as he can use his head to take photos of Toons and also print them for others to see. Despite his friendly exterior, however, not all of his photos are innocent; he is somewhat perverted (or at least as perverted as a Toon could feasibly be) and likes to take pictures of Toons in unexpected and/or compromising situations, with Astro, Teagan, and Glisten being his most frequent victims. He's also easily bribed with a good reward and/or sum of money, so he might as well be the paparazzi of Gardenview.

Some notes about Kodie's active ability, Flash Photography:

Note 1: Flash Photography automatically rotates Kodie to face the nearest Twisted. If no Twisteds are in range, Kodie does not rotate.

Note 2: Flash Photography's area of effect has a cone-shaped "hitbox" comparable to range to Twisted Scraps' tail attack.

Note 3: Flash Photography should not be used on Twisted Glisten while in his passive state, as this will cause Twisted Glisten to enter his aggressive state and leave Kodie stunned for 5 seconds instead. The ability works as intended if Twisted Glisten is already in his aggressive state, though. Also, Kodie will be freed from being stunned if he is attacked in this state.

Note 4: Flash Photography does not work on Twisted Dandy.

Some other trivia about Kodie:

If you're wondering why Kodie bares a bit of resemblance to Rodger, well, Kodie is Rodger's nephew! While Rodger is one of the few people Kodie puts up a front of dignity around and would not take unsolicited photos of, Rodger wouldn't bring Kodie along for a detective mission (despite his skills in stealth and stalking targets) due to Kodie's vices.

Kodie also has an older brother named Ray. Ray's got a box-shaped head like Kodie does, but Ray's not a camera. Can you guess what Ray is?

Kodie seems to have a strange fascination towards Glisten. Not only does Kodie own a collection consisting entirely of photos of Glisten (especially without his makeup on or in embarrassing situations), but Kodie is sometimes observed following Glisten from a far distance. The reason for Kodie's strange behavior towards Glisten is an enigma to everyone, but some Toons suspect that Kodie's got an interest in Glisten that goes beyond wanting to be his friend, but he can't bring himself to admit it because he feels like Glisten's out of his league.

(Here's Kodie's transparent artwork too)