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adelaidedrubman · 3 months

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[ CLEANSE ] our muses have sex in the bathtub from this prompt list + faith/jenna

notes: *scrambles in on the literal last day of pride month with the faithjen fic i swore i would post before its end* omg hiiiiiiiii hi hii. requested so long ago i won’t leave anyone on the hook for it even by my timeliness standards but. it’s here wordcount: 4k (almost) even warnings: NSFW, naturally. soapy boobs and thigh riding and all. bliss and cult stuff mentioned in passing. undertones of passive aggressiveness, less than healthy relationship dynamics, and emotional repression. local woman won’t just tell her girlfriend she smells like shit and she misses her but needs her alone time after work. faith smells like shit trutherism implied. (maybe to the point of unsanitary warning, but not really.) probably chemistry inaccuracies even with the intentional vagueness. prose over dialogue heavy. editing is not my strong suit, nor is conciseness

Jenna didn’t mind the smell of bliss, really.

At any stage in the production process.

A floral perfume heavied by its own decay, as the leaves dried. Fruit rotting and baking beneath unforgiving sunlight.

Antiseptic saturated air that stung Jenna’s nostrils with its chemical burn on the most gentle, tentative inhale as plant matter dissolved. A bite deepened by the dry, earthy crackle of burning leaves, the heavy stench of gas coughed and spit from bunsen burners ignited by unsure, newly trained hands.

A subtle brine beneath it all as the product was poured and stirred into vats of preservatives to be stowed away, like sea air that had soured.

She didn’t mind the smell. She really didn’t. If anything she liked it.

It meant things were rolling along successfully, after all. She particularly liked when she could pick up a note of each individual scent at once. Smoothly blending together, yet as distinct upon inspection as the stages of the process itself. A sign her lab was becoming a well oiled machine.

No, she didn’t mind the smell of bliss.

She did, just a bit, mind that it clung.

That it settled heavy into every fiber of her hair and clothing to follow her. That it managed to find her nose no matter how tightly sealed her mask, the creeping knowledge lurking in the back of her mind that it surely seeped into the soft pink tissue of her lungs as well.

She sighed at the thought, peeling off the last of her clothing and dropping it into the hamper — one built just for her, and bearing an uncanny resemblance to a biohazard container, with its plastic lining and sealed lid.

And it might as well be, she thought, soles of her feet adjusting to the lightly glossed grain of the hardwood as she slipped out of her shoes and stepped towards the bathtub.

Not that she minded that either.

The mere fact that she had a proper, safety proofed bin to dump her potentially contaminated clothing in was a stark improvement from her former research lab days. As was the fact her laundry would ultimately be left to someone else at the conclusion of her long work day, taken care of by one of the Project members assigned to do their part by washing and returning her clothes. (And far be it for her as a neutral observer to question the group’s organization of labor.)

Jenna rolled and cracked her neck as she tugged at elastic band and allowed her hair to fall freely, trailing fingers along ends dried and frayed from exposure to the harsh chemical smoke. Another reminder of the unavoidable damage Bliss production did to her body. (But what kind of scientist would she be, if she wasn’t willing to put her own body on the line as readily as anyone else’s?)

She brushed a hand through her curls, then brought the fingers to her nose, inhaling the lingering scent of latex and disinfectant. She glanced down at her palm, tracing eyes along the powdery residue settled in its creases.

Very much like her old research lab days, in the way it wore on her body.

But better in every other sense, really.

Better in that she was making real progress with her work, not jammed up with red tape. In that her journey from work to home was a short stroll down the hall of the Conversatory’s manor rather than just shy of an hour’s worth of bumper to bumper traffic to creep along all of ten miles. That her home had a deep clawfoot tub to soak the day away in, as opposed to the tiny shower stall of her old studio apartment.

Yes, superior by every measure she could conceive, she assured herself as she turned the knob of the faucet, mixing a blend of bath oils into the water as steam rose.

It was its own small bit of chemistry: mixing a concoction that would soothe and moisturize without settling into greasy film, building a sweet and potent perfume that didn’t too closely resemble the honeysuckle nectar of Bliss flowers.

And a particularly pleasant application of the science, warmth of the water melting the tension from her muscles as she slipped into the tub.

She sank down, dipped her head back to submerge, splashed water over her face before rising to sit again, droplets trickling down her back.

She rinsed, repeated the motion.

A creak of rusted hinges crying out in complaint cut through the soft sloshing of bath water to draw Jenna’s attention towards the opening door, joined by a gentle hum in a slow searching rise and fall, as if attempting to find harmony with the metallic screech.

Jenna tilted her head to better view her intruder, identity well known to her before her cheek ever pressed against cool porcelain.

Faith continued humming under her breath, smoothing out the tune with the settling of the door back into its frame at the gentle press of her fingertips, padding footsteps weaving left and right in something of a half dance on her path towards the tub.

It was Faith’s own way of slowly washing off the day, Jenna thought with an amused smile, the gradual easing out of the public persona into something more organic and relaxed — and no less captivating.

Faith’s song bubbled into a laugh (muted, not rising with the pitch it did around others) as she bent at the waist to hover over the tub. Jenna met her with a low, flat hum of her own and a wordless nod of acknowledgement.

Faith held the silence, reaching a hand out to drop dried flower petals to float atop the water. Not Bliss flowers — a collection from their private gardens. A smattering of primroses and poppies. She was well aware of Jenna’s stance on compartmentalizing. That Bliss, however pleasant, was business, the very business she was washing herself of at the end of her shift.

Basket emptied and set aside, Faith smoothed her skirt to prop herself seated at the edge of the tub. She leaned down to skim her fingers along the water — crowding Jenna’s senses with the syrupy perfume of Bliss that clung to her as she did. A more natural, softer version of the scent, lacking the sharp chemical notes, but familiar enough to wind the tension of work back into Jenna’s muscles nonetheless.

“You shouldn’t,” Jenna said plainly, gesturing with her eyes to the fingertips cutting ripples through bathwater. “Touch the water directly,” she clarified. “Because of the chemical residue, that is. Miniscule risk of harm, but not absent.”

Faith pulled back, blinked slowly. Then dropped her head with eyes closed, corners of her mouth stretching outward to allow a full and bright ringing laugh to spill from rosy lips.

A bit of residue, Jenna thought.

“From the Bliss, Jenna?”

A nod. “And every ingredient that goes into its production,” she answered, stretching her arms to rest along the sides of the tub. “It’s less dangerous than the sum of its parts, in ways.”

“There’s nothing I could possibly fear,” Faith dismissed, propping herself on her hands and lifting to spin on the porcelain ledge, draping her legs over the width of the tub with heels propped on the opposite side. “Not from the Bliss. Not from being near you.”

Jenna sighed, lifting her hand to trail damp, quickly pruning fingertips along the length of the woman’s leg in subtle acquiescence, feeling the small scrapes and caked dirt texturing the skin, signs she’d spent the day hard at work herself.

It was its own form of exposure risk Faith faced. Working with the end product. Being in the public eye. One Jenna couldn’t as easily mitigate with rigid safety protocol.

“It’s not about feeling fear or not,” Jenna countered, straightening her spine to sit more upright. Closer, she could smell past the perfume of Bliss to the subtle musk of sunbaked sweat. “It’s a… practical risk analysis. Strict probability.”

Faith giggled, softening again, but with a practiced dismissiveness all the same.

“Is that really all you can think about?” Faith questioned, now dipping a foot into the bathwater, flakes of dirt dissolving from the calloused skin to float alongside the petals as she rolled her ankle to stir. “Let’s be more practical by saving time and bathing together, then.”

“Practical doesn’t always mean efficient,” she answered plainly. “Again, the risk of —”

Her words were cut off by a sudden splash from Faith dropping her feet to the base of the tub, pulling her dress over her head in the same fluid motion.

Ah. So it was that kind of soft prodding suggestion, the kind Faith gave to signal a foregone conclusion — a particularly unavoidable one, it seemed, given she apparently hadn’t been wearing any underwear beneath her dress.

Jenna sighed.

“I don’t anticipate it will actually make things faster, either,” Jenna offered, affectionately placing hands at the backs of Faith’s legs to steady her nonetheless. “I think if anything it will lengthen the time we spend —”

“I hope it does,” Faith interrupted, settling atop Jenna’s lap. “I wish this moment could stretch on for eternity,” she said, wrapping arms around Jenna’s neck. “I wish it could last long enough to make up for every second that I’ve missed you.”

With that Faith leaned forward to close the remaining distance — a firm, steady pressure until she was seemingly satisfied Jenna’s lips would remain still, then melting into something more fluid and delicate.

“I have missed you, Jenna,” Faith parted ever so slightly to whisper against her lips. “I miss you, when we have to spend so much time apart.”

Well. As far as Jenna was concerned that was as good a qualitative factor for consideration as any, enough for her to stop bothering with explanations in favor of brushing aside the lightly misted curtain of blonde hair to kiss along Faith’s neck, subtle saltiness of dried and rewetted sweat clinging to her tongue.

But her nose nudging against golden locks also jostled loose a fresh perfume of honeysuckle, thickened by dewdrops of bathwater splashed onto her hair.

A pleasant smell, but not conducive to the head space Jenna sought — one temporarily, clinically insulated from the Bliss.

Jenna reached past Faith to lift the handheld showerhead from its brass mount, raking fingers along Faith’s scalp and her head to tilt back with a dreamily defeated sigh, “Well, we should at least be productive about it then, shouldn’t we?”

Faith’s fingers did not seem particularly set on productivity as they stirred to trace the curves of Jenna’s body, brushing featherlight along the dip of her collarbone and down to caress her chest, then seeming to disappear and reappear to tease along her thighs.

It would be better, to not have to rush it, Jenna thought to herself as she willed her own hands to work lathering shampoo into blonde hair rather than reach towards the places she truly longed to touch.

She didn’t like to rush anything with Faith.

She liked to sit with the sensations, savor each unique ache and dizzying jolt of pleasure she stirred inside her. She wished she could do so then and there, forget anything else to spend the rest of the evening basking in her.

But with the lurking nuisance of a rigid schedule tugging demandingly at her attention, Jenna reluctantly kept her attention focused on bundling a bar of soap into a washcloth to methodically slide along Faith’s body, despite the shiver fingers brushing far too lightly along her inner thigh brought in turn.

Until delicate phantom touch congealed into a more solid pressure, fingers involuntarily squeezing down on the nipple they’d been teasing as Faith tensed and shuddered with Jenna bringing the showerhead’s stream evenly between her legs.

“Mm,” Jenna intoned in something between an observant hum and an aroused moan. “Enjoying that, are we?”

Jenna paused just a single heartbeat longer to savor Faith’s shaky sigh of affirmation before angling the showerhead away to rinse the suds clinging to splayed legs instead, then shift upward to continue washing away sticky sweet Bliss to dilute in pooling water.

Faith shot her an indignant look that in turn quickly faded into pleading, slant of her brow rising to soften its furrow.

“I was enjoying it,” she answered, an extra breathy huff accompanying the soft ring of her words that Jenna knew meant angry warning no matter how sweetly it was dressed up, the sharp chemical bite beneath the perfume.

Yes, she recognized it just as easily as she recognized the punishing intent buried in the teasing slide of her fingers, staying spaced at such distance so as to avoid pressing against the places she ached most.

It was what first attracted Jenna to Faith, that too gentle conniving, as candied as it was calculated. It would be ungrateful, hypocritical to allow herself to feel frustration — to feel anything but admiration — for it now.

“Well, I certainly don’t intend to keep you from enjoying yourself,” Jenna replied calmly, bending forward to just barely grind herself against Faith’s teasing hand as she set aside the showerhead and squeezed a glob of shampoo into her palm. “But unfortunately I can’t be of much assistance at the moment.”

“But don’t you want to make me feel good?” Faith questioned, pressing a line of kisses to the ridge of Jenna’s jaw, threading the fingers of her free hand into Jenna’s hair. “Don’t you want to —”

“If I only had the time,” Jenna answered, briefly intertwining their fingers in the tangle of her curls as she worked in shampoo. “But I certainly won’t be offended if you use the opportunity to take care of yourself, while we’re together. I’d quite welcome it.”

“I want you to make me feel good,” Faith amended in sing-song, finding something between arguing with Jenna and expanding on her own statement as she worked her fingers faster, still without allowing them to make proper contact. “I want —”

“A compromise, then?” Jenna replied, sliding her right leg beneath Faith’s so that she straddled the left. “Go ahead,” she said with a flex of her hips to grind upward, coaxing Faith to meet the pace. “Use me as you’d like.”

Faith gave a pouty humph of complaint, breaking into a sharp intake of breath as Jenna placed the hand not busied with working in conditioner at Faith’s hip to guide her along the length of her thigh, angling her knee upward so that the blonde slid down her leg.

“J-Jenna,” she gasped, loosening the hand in Jenna’s hair to grasp the ledge of the tub, other hand flexing to curl just barely inside Jenna with the same tense of her body.

Jenna answered with no more than a vague hum, leaning back against cool porcelain to sturdy herself as Faith rocked against her, admiring how drawn out, soft strides slowly exploring the friction offered by Jenna’s thigh gradually grew shorter, more forceful and snappy.

The rate of the heavy breaths falling against the crook of Jenna’s neck followed a similar pattern, and she indulged herself a moment to slide a thumb along the gentle dip beneath Faith’s lips to feel the heat as she lifted the washcloth to her neck.

And blessedly, the strokes of Faith’s hand kept pace, giving Jenna just enough stimulation for pleasure to crest in the backdrop as she dutifully continued the task of washing herself.

A task that was no longer completely unassisted — Faith’s spare hand reached to join Jenna’s as she dragged her washcloth down to her chest, idly caressing and rolling a nipple beneath the now deeply shriveled pads of her fingers, just enough teasing pressure to make warmth flush along Jenna’s skin, mirrored in the hot pitch of Faith’s cheek pressed against hers.

The water itself felt set to boil — logically, it should have long past grown tepid during their luxuriating soak, but as it sloshed and licked its way up Jenna’s ribs from the force of Faith’s movement it brought nothing but delicious heat she so desperately wanted to sink down into.

“How much — mm, how much longer, Jenna?” Faith panted out in a plea as melodic as it was breathless, as impatient as it was gentle. “Before you can pay attention to me?”

“There’s never a moment you don’t hold my attention,” Jenna cooed with a kiss to Faith’s shoulder. “I promise it will be undivided very soon.”

She punctuated the statement by submerging her washcloth to brush between her thighs, taking the opportunity to cover Faith’s hand with her own, guiding it to quicken, increase force.

Jenna allowed herself one more impractical indulgence — turning and craning her neck to brush her lips against Faith’s as she hiked her free leg to prop atop the tub’s ledge.

And she admittedly drew out the task of running the washcloth along the length of her leg for longer than was strictly necessary, savoring the gentle vibration of Faith’s eager moans against her mouth, the way the angle drew her tighter around lithe fingers, made her cling to the pleasure from their strokes.

And the warmth of the water soothed away any tension threatening to settle into her muscles as they clenched harder, the delicate, fluid movement of Faith’s fingers quickly conducting the symphony towards an inevitable crescendo.

Still, it took more effort than it should have to lower her leg back into the water, pull away from their kiss.

“I only have one part left to wash, love,” Jenna whispered, ragged and low. “Do you need me to finish things up for you, so I can have my leg back?”

There was an ‘mmhm’ hummed against Jenna’s jaw as lips kissed up towards the apples of her cheeks.

“Go on and say it, then. Tell me, in that lovely voice of yours,” Jenna used her last bit of calm patience to press, pulling back to admire the sight of her lover — face flushed to match the primroses petals floating in the water and clinging to her skin, bare chest heaving. “Tell me what you’d like from me.”

“I want you to touch me,” she said in layers of dreamy sighs like spun sugar melting in the water. She angled her hips towards Jenna as if to direct her attention, gentle suggestion finally sharpening itself into a proper demand. “I want you to make me cum. Now.”

It was all Jenna needed to appease, bringing her thumb to Faith’s clit without delay and brush aside damp, wispy blonde curls to stroke.

The perfectly calculated angle at perfectly calculated pressure, the familiar contours of swollen flesh she used to gauge just how near she was to the edge, the expected burn in the expected places of her flexing arm as muscle memory did its work.

Down to a science.

Pink flush painting itself in brighter blotches on Faith’s face before crawling down to spread along the slight curve of her chest, the damp glisten of her brow that was fresh beading of sweat rather than bathwater, the telltale ripple of muscles at her middle in racing buildup as the jerks of her hips grew more erratic, the increase of the subtle drumming of her pulse in the the wrists resting atop Jenna’s collarbones as nails dug into her shoulder.

And there it was — a last gentle coaxing of Jenna’s exacting touch, all it took for her lover to find that long sought release with a surrendering toss back of her head and drawn out gasp, faint twitches of her finish barely detectable reverberating against Jenna’s leg as she rode it out.

And with the rush of the accomplishment, Jenna felt the need she’d allowed to fall to the backdrop quickly reassert itself, snatching the reins of her rational senses to drive her to grind determinedly against the hand between her legs, the fingers inside her slowly returning to life to resume a light, unsteady stroke, climax weakened tremble only increasing the thrill.

A thrill so strong that pushing herself to her own finish was just as easily done — a well-timed snap forward and downward drag of her hips, the last spark she needed to saturate every hungry nerve ending into overload.

Her ears burned and whooshed with the sudden rush of blood, so full with pressure it felt as if she’d dipped her head back to submerge in water. It faded, slowly, the heat in her chest flaring to a cool rush of relief as she came down.

As Jenna began grounding herself back into her body, she found the tightness had eased from her muscles entirely, tension worked away more thoroughly than the longest and most relaxing of soaks in a hot tub could ever grant her.

Which was quite fortuitous, because with no more internal heat to dominate her senses, she could feel just how much the bathwater had chilled since they had abandoned the pretense of cleaning up.

A final pleased sigh fell past Jenna’s lips as she shifted the leg Faith straddled to slide beneath her so that she rested between them, giving her final unwashed limb a quick, lazy wipe with the washcloth tightly wadded in her fist, followed by a hurried splash to rinse before she stretched the leg forward and used a toe to pull the plug from the drain.

Then one last strain of her limbs to reach for the towel hung to the side, pulling Faith in closer as she wrapped it around them.

“Consider me thoroughly corrected,” Jenna broke the comfortable silence to muse as she pulled slightly back, pressing her forehead against Faith’s. “You proved your point about the value of bathing together.”

She trailed her gaze down to the subtle, satisfied smile curving along Faith’s lips as she brought the towel to drape over the blonde’s head.

“Oxytocin, dopamine, norepinephrine,” Jenna recited as she rubbed terry cloth against blonde locks. “And a steady stream of serotonin in the comedown,” she mused, sitting back to blot gently at her own curls. “All chemicals released in the body from orgasm. And that greatly benefit the human brain — improving mood, cognition, and productivity. An efficient use of time, in the end, all things considered.”

“And is that all?” Faith pressed, the furrow of her brow in would-be hurt betrayed by the delighted twinkle in green eyes. “What about the closeness it brings us? The human connection?” she offered. “Don’t you think there’s something more, something deeper to it than just chemicals?”

“I failed to state a crucial axiom,” Jenna replied apologetically, lifting Faith’s hand from atop her shoulder and holding it between them. “There’s nothing deeper in the world to me.”

She brought the hand to her lips, pressing a kiss just above the knuckles.

“And I don’t think anyone’s ever managed to raise my oxytocin levels as effectively as you.”

Faith shook her head as if in tired resignation, but Jenna caught the soft upward curve at the corners of her mouth in understanding, vanishing from her field of vision in the same heartbeat as she pulled Jenna back into her, tangling their limbs together and reclining.

Such a brilliant woman, so perceptive. Such a privilege, to catch those glimpses of incisive, profound understanding she would carefully dress up as she moved through the day with eyes on her, pretense slowly washed away as the world faded to nothing but they two.

Enough of a marvel that she felt justified in allowing herself to linger, to let the minutes tick away lazing with Faith snuggled at her side.

Because there really was no one who raised her oxytocin levels quite as effectively.

No one she’d rather have her brain rewired to facilitate enduring social bonding with, no one she’d rather anoint with every indication of adoring commitment in present sociocultural practice.

“I love you too, Jenna.”

More than anything, there was no one she’d rather wash the day off with.

#nsft #oc: jenna swann #otp: a neurochemical con job #writies and wordies #fun director’s commentary fact: i kept reading over jenna’s third to last line like this is so cringe i have to find a way to cut it.#it reads way too ‘guy who hasn’t had a science class in a decade trying to write a science guy’ unnatural #then dr. house said a nearly identical line in the episode playing in the background and i said. well. i guess that’s not a crime #sorry real science guys #i gave up on the title. probably something inspired will occur to me as soon as i hit post #anyways happy pride

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maleficentmrsofallevil · 5 months

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ADHSquirrel project time

In true disorganized jumping-bean-brain fashion, I've got multiple projects going at once. I prefer this, actually - I like to cycle through things when brain screams "No more focus on this!"

In no apparent order:

Dollhouse nostalgia: this is a cheap, bad kit from the 90s alternately known as the Greenleaf Allison or the Whitney Cambridge dollhouse. It's made of balsa wood, and the wood warps if you look at it sideways.

I put one together when I was (much, much) younger, and then we threw it away when it started to fall apart. Now I want it back - but this time, I want to put it together so it's a lot more stable.

Plans: reinforce exterior load-bearing walls by creating faux clapboard siding and quoins (the corner pieces) like this:

I found craft wood sheets that are 1/8-inch (3 mm) thick, and I'll be cutting them in 1/2 to 1-inch strips and gluing them to the exterior walls. Then paint and seal. I also like the raised decorations on the window sills and shutters. Hopefully, I have enough craft sheets to do that, too. I got the kind of sheets that are thin enough to cut with a craft knife, and I've got rulers for days. Dreading the sanding, though. So much sanding. Also, I've been researching putting together dollhouses, and I learned that it's better to dry fit the whole thing, secure in place with masking tape, and then glue stuff together. This is - very smart.

Sewing: continues apace. Pattern pieces are cut out for this Requiem Art Design Renaissance gown.

I'll be doing the long, fitted sleeves. The pattern is made for knit fabric, but I'm using a woven fabric (silk dupioni I've been told, but I am not entirely certain what that is), so I incorporated the seam/hem allowances into the edges. I'm not linking to this pattern again, because it has... issues. Let's call them issues. (I'll be sending a write-up of my feedback to the designer once I've finished.)

I've cut out the pattern pieces. Now I'm tracing them onto cereal box cardboard to make pattern "blocks" - then I'll trace them onto yet more paper after I add 1/4-inch seam/hem allowances. I'm also planning to use washable markers to trace the actual patterns onto the fabric. I want to see if the marker actually washes out.

Next up: cutting cheap fabric for a toile/muslin, aka a practice run. Sewing machine has been cleaned and is in good operating condition.

Dress fabric:

I'm using the one on the right for the dress, and the one in the middle (a gorgeous copper in person) for the arm bands and sleeve linings. It's going to be for my Feeple60 girls.

Poor Ria.

Face-ups/blushing: every time I'm in the mood to go downstairs and work on face-ups and blushing, my ankle decides to be a little diva and inform me that under no circumstances will I be able to take the stairs today. This is exceptionally frustrating, but such are the joys of aging, I suppose.

Craftorama room: even more stuff has been cleared out of the master bedroom in preparation for upcoming staycation, when we'll move into the MBR and create Craftorama room. My office has been totally taken over by dolls, and I love it. I walk into the office to work, and all my lovely girls are here to keep me company. Cleaning books off bookshelves and filling a box to donate to the local library/thrift store, so I'll have shelf space for my dolls. Cuz priorities.

I am so excited for Craftorama room; I will not shut up about it. No more ankle-diva-no-stairs. I can close the door and work - no worries about cats trying to play with (and possibly get injured by) sewing notions. And I can finally, FINALLY, restring in peace.

#project journals #doll blather

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thechainbreakingdreamweaver · 1 month

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alright, possibly my second-to-last coilheart update, so strap in folks.

so! whats inside the sixth coil? a seventh coil!

hardy har har. but really, the sixth coil is a mirrored prison sustained by glasswork made to keep an extremely powerful entity at bay. said entity is a fusion of a fingerking (the coiler of hearts) and a tiger (the seventh banded prince), creating The Seventh Coil. such a fusion was so dangerous and forbidden that the tigers immediately sealed them within a prison of mirrors and glasswork, a place neither real nor unreal. the tiger keeper has apparently betrayed his kin, opening the coil early, perhaps to free the seventh coil within.

also, the tributes arent dead.

yeah, everyone who goes into the coil is still alive in some way (probably horrifying in a way we dont know about yet) and it's up to us to rescue them! after building up a machine to crack open the prison, we are now tasked with mapping the dang thing so we can actually do so. interestingly, you gain a bit of coilheart renown by donating material. i dont think theres a way to grind it tho, which leads me to believe it might just be there for people to get a last-ditch attempt at getting the distinction of waking fire.

[edit: i was immediately proven wrong. you get coilheart renown for completing a run of the sixth coil]

i, myself, have liquidated my 260,000 worth of renown in the form of 8 elemental secrets. 2,500 echoes earned indeed! we'll see if i regret it.

unique items! for those who poked their raked the mud on behalf of the gazette, we have mr huffam's personal blend, which i think was added because of how crazy the playerbase went over the last two clues of round five. also, those with 7 or more leads got to be in the good graces of mr huffam, our first insubstantial affiliation.

till the coil opens next, this has been your coil heart update.

#fallen london #sixth coil #coilheart games #well i guess the games are over but still #eastival

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the-hottest-band-tournament · 3 months

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Round Three of The Hottest 80s Band Tournament

Talking Heads

Defeated opponents: Los Lobos, Bob Marley and the Wailers

Formed in: 1975

Genres: New Wave

Lineup: David Byrne- lead vocals/guitar

Chris Frantz- drums

Tina Weymouth- bass

Jerry Harrison- keyboard/guitar

Albums from the 80s:

Remain in Light (1980)

Speaking in Tongues (1983)

Little Creatures (1985)

True Stories (1986)

Naked (1988)

Propaganda:

Yellow Magic Orchestra

Defeated opponents: Skinny Puppy, The Romantics

Formed in: 1978

Genres: Electronic, electro, experimental, new wave, synthpop

Lineup: Haruomi Hosono – bass guitar, synth bass

Ryuichi Sakamoto – keyboards, vocoder, drum machine

Yukihiro Takahashi – drums, electronic drums, vocals

Albums from the 80s:

Public Pressure (1980)

×∞ Multiplies (1980) (a.k.a. Zoshoku)

BGM (981)

Technodelic (1981)

YMO Best Selection (1982)

Naughty Boys (1983)

Naughty Boys Instrumental (1983)

Service (1983)

After Service (1984)

Sealed (1984)

Y.M.O. History (1987)

Propaganda:

#Round 3 #talking heads #yellow magic orchestra #david byrne #chris frantz #tina weymouth #jerry harrison #haruomi hosono #ryuichi sakamoto #yukihiro takahashi #the hottest 80s band tournament #the hottest 80s band tourney

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lowkeyrobin · 8 months

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EVIL DEAD RISE ; what kind of music you listen to with them

includes ; danny, bridget, kassie (platonic), ellie & beth

warnings ; language, my kinda bad music taste tbh

masterlist

DANNY

either stuff like sneaker pimps, gorillaz, and lil peep or quannnic, the cure, nirvana, paramore

he plays whatever makes you happy, especially if it's something he also likes

probably listens to music to sleep as well

like, hozier, phoebe bridgers, probably movie scores that are calm and kinda relaxing as well

sometimes you guys sit in silence with the music and relish each others company or you're having a dance party in front of hundreds cheering his dj skills on

religiously wears headphones, doesn't matter if they're wireless or not

he's very anti-earbuds bc they don't fit his ears properly LMAOOO

honestly same....

but he's scared it'll make him get hearing loss sooner bc they don't let the sound out a bit so he sticks w his muffs

keeps him warm in the winter 🤷‍♂️/🤷‍♀️

BRIDGET

mazzy star, florence + the machine, hozier, blue foundation, seal, james marriott

I feel like she's into calmer kinda music, but not like basic calm music if that makes sense??

I don't think she's an arctic monkeys/tv girl indie/pop/idk fan iykwim

she likes just being in your presence when she listens to music cause she wants to have those songs remind her of you somehow

like if you're on the bus, in the car, she's the type to usually have her earbuds in, probably does the spotify party thing with you LMAO

that way you don't have to share earbuds or anything

danny constantly teases you guys bc your music taste differs but you're totally swooning for her so you always listen to her music lol

KASSIE

taylor swift idk

what do little kids listen to these days??? 💀💀💀

cmon she's like 10 at max gimme a break

she honestly just picks whatever she likes on your playlists if she needs something to entertain her in the car and whatnot

I mean I'm like that too sometimes I just can't stare out the window in silence I need my music lmao

she probably just has default pop radio music taste, she's too young for a phone anyways lmao

gets any actual music taste from her siblings and you though

ELLIE

probably listens to the pretty reckless and halestorm here and there, prefers more pop music though

probably like muni long, normani, hozier, taylor swift, only the plastic hearts album by miley cyrus, etc

mostly a female artist listener

I just get that vibe from her

her and Beth for sure went to a lot of female lead rock bands before her kids + Jay in general

like evanescence, halestorm, pretty reckless, in this moment, flyleaf

she'd still enjoy listening to rock though, just gotta be in a pumped up mood, like doing chores or working out yk

would enjoy dorothy, lacuna coil, etc

she strikes me as a person who plays music in the house/car but never wirh headphones or anything bc she likes to get shit done and when she's sitting down, she's just trying to relax and music gets her kinda pumped up lmao

loves when u show her new songs tho, she loves adding them to her mixes or whatever

she strikes me as a pandora mom

BETH

she for sure listens to spiritbox, megan thee stallion (she's a nicki anti I know it, me too), halestorm, pretty reckless, new years day, in this moment, september mourning, eminem, rihanna

a lot of like 2000s-2010s legends lol

I feel like she listens to Megan a lot to pump herself up bc real tbh

cobra ft spiritbox is her all time fav song

holy shit she rants about this song to members of her team for a week straight

gets like 300 plays on it by the time spotify wrapped comes out

she strikes me as a yt music user HELP

she loves introducing you to new rock bands, especially ones w female leads

#evil dead rise #danny bixler #danny bixler x reader #morgan davies #bridget bixler #bridget bixler x reader #beth bixler #beth bixler x reader #ellie bixler #ellie bixler x reader #lilly sullivan #gabrielle echols #kassie bixler #evil dead rise x reader #lowkeyrobin

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INTRODUCTION 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Euuuhh haven't made one of these yet so yippee

My interests are:

• madoka magica

• south park

• invader zim

• vocaloid/utauloid/talkloid

• project sekai

• D4DJ

• Bang! Dream Girls

• Lacey's Games

• Cats

•Seals

• TBHK

• Lucky☆Star

• Roblox

• Minecraft

• Phirgos

•Cooking Mama

Fav Bands/Artists : Ihora(sasaki), ihascupquake, The Crane Wives, The Cranberries, Salvia Palth, C418, Eminem, Sundered Twintails, Toby Fox, Maebi, Radiohead, Bitmaster, Maretu, Duster, Kikuo, IOYSYS, Machine Girl, MASA WORKS DESIGN, MSI, Destroy Boys, Pinkshift, Linkin Park, ICP, Evanescence, VIOLENT VIRA, Tee Lopes, Glass Animals, The Living Tombstone, Kate Bush, the bird and the bee, Rio Romeo, Iyowa, Dan Salvato, Milk in the Microwave, Panic! At The Disco, Heavenly, Paipon, Dazey and the Scouts, Ado, Flyleaf, Weezer, SLAVE.V-V-R, Nessa Barret, ATARASHII GAKKO!, Current Joy's, Wonder Girls, Peace Cult, Kanaria, Mitski, Mars Argo, Nirvana, No Doubt, Thirty Seconds To Mars, bôa, Avril Lavagine, Three Days Grace, and more :3 (Hatsune Miku too [requested by @yumiwoomy ])

DNI :

• Proshippers

• Stealers (Art Stealers)

• Racists/Sexists

• TSUKASA TENMA HATERS🔥🔥 (joke yall r welcome but there's still gonna be posts of him :3 )

Anywaaaayyy hello and welcome to my account if u haven't seen it yet :3

#fypツ #tumblr fyp #fyp #fypシ #fypage #doodles #silly #doodle #art #introduction #intro post #yay

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do you know any anime that is as well-written as revolutionary girl utena or princess tutu? They’re both so good and so well-written that everything seems to pale in comparison and I was wondering if you knew any other anime that were similar in terms of being well-written. It’s ok if there aren’t as many similar themes

love your and vinelle’s works by the way!! Especially loving seventh seal, how I learned to stop worrying and love the bacchanals, and for the love of Alice. I feel like for the love of Alice is going to escalate quickly lol with edward being as edward as he is

Thanks for the praise! Look, @therealvinelle, praise.

Well, my friend, you've come to the right place. Caveat that the shows I'll list vary wildly in genre and expected audience. All are extremely well written but ah... some have more violence than others.

But if you could handle the rape, incest, assault, and so much more of Utena I think you can handle it.

Though I will note, a good number of these are bleak/have rape, violence, etc.

For the uninitiated, shojou are shows traditionally aimed at female audiences and shonen are shows traditionally aimed at male audiences. They tend to have distinct styles.

If I list a year in parentheses, it's because there's more than one version and that's the version you should watch.

The Rose of Versailles: shojou historical drama, following a fictional female royal guard raised as a man to Marie Antoinette, follows Marie Antoinette's reign and the leading up to the revolution.

Berserk (1997): shonen tragedy, in a medieval quasi Europe, Guts joins a band of mercenaries.

Legend of the Galactic Heroes (1981): space opera, a war between two equally powered states has been raging for 150 years. Now, with the rising of two prominent generals, the balance is starting to shift. About politics, the futility of war, and pacifism.

The Glass Mask (1984): shojou drama, a thirteen-year-old girl runs away from home to pursue acting, showing great talent, but at great risk to her own physical and mental wellbeing as she obsessively pursues her career.

Shiki: horror/thriller, a mysterious family moves into a rural village in Japan and the townspeople begin dying of a mysterious illness.

Cardcaptor Sakura (1998): mahou shojou (magical girl), ten-year-old Sakura happens upon mysterious items called the Clow Cards and must find a way to recapture them all and harness their powers.

Land of the Lustrous: sci-fi/post-apocalyptic, in the distant future, humanity has morphed into something else, and a jewel person named Phosphyllite makes a journey of personal discovery.

The Slayers (1995): adventure/action/comedy, Lina Inverse is a powerful mage with an eye out for gold, due to a fight she was never supposed to win, she finds herself pursued by gods and demons with the fate of the world at stake.

Kino's Journey (2003): absurdism, Kino visits a series of surreal towns for only three nights each.

Casshern Sins: sci-fi/post-apoctolyptic, after the end of the world, robots are all that remain and are slowly falling apart. An android named Casshern is said to be the cause.

Mononoke: thriller/character study, the mysterious medicine seller in the Edo era of Japan seeks out Mononoke in order to destroy them. To do so, he must learn both their form and their truth.

Steins;Gate: thriller/sci-fi, a group of social rejects build a time machine in their apartment, this triggers a series of catestrophic futures that must be undone.

Wolf's Rain: sci-fi/post-apocalyptic, in a dying world a group of wolves race to find the gates to paradise

Gunslinger Girl (2003): thriller/crime, an organization in Italy treats dying young girls with no connections to become cyborg soldiers. The show looks at the impacts of this on the girls and their handlers.

Now and Then, Here and There: sci-fi/post-apocalyptic, a boy named Shu finds himself transported to a futuristic world in which a madman reigns as king. There, he finds his pacifism tested as well as his faith in humanity.

The Irresponsible Captain Tylor: sci-fi/comedy, in the future Captain Justy Ueki Tylor finds himself captain of a broken down ship, it's unclear whether he's a genius, an idiot savant, or simply the world's luckiest madman.

Chaika the Coffin Princess: fantasy, in a fantasy world where a great war has just ended, two former mercenaries find themselves employed by the late emperor's daughter, who is seeking to find the pieces of her father's body in order to give him a burial.

Psycho-Pass: thriller/sci-fi, this is minority report but an anime. A young woman joins an organization in which criminals are sent to hunt down criminals, as it is a world in which crime is automatically detected before it can occur.

Fate/Zero: fantasy/action/tragedy, in the city of Fuyuki a great battle royale happens where mages summon figures of legend and history to battle on their behalf for the ultimate prize of the holy grail.

From the New World: sci-fi/post-apocalyptic, in the distant future psychic abilities developed. A group of children grow up in a rigidly controlled society and slowly learn the truth behind the world they live in.

Spice and Wolf: fantasy, a traveling merchant in quasi medieval Europe meets a pagan god looking to travel North given the spread of Christianity.

Puella Magi Madoka Magica: mahou shojou satire, a satire of classical magical girl shows, follows a young girl Madoka who has the chance to become a magical girl in return for a miraculous wish.

Black Lagoon: crime, a young Japanese businessman finds himself kidnapped by pirates, his life turned upside down, and becomes a pirate himself.

Neon Genesis Evangelion: sci-fi/post-apocalyptic, a young boy named Shinji is summoned by his father, head of a government organization, to fight apocalyptic monsters.

Fractale: sci-fi/post-apocalyptic, in a future where all humans interface with technology, a young boy meets a runaway priestess and the strange hologram traveling with her.

The Heroic Legend of Arslan (either version): the versions have differences but both are good, follows a quasi-Persian story about a prince who finds himself in a power struggle.

Magic Knight: Rayearth: mahou shojou (magical girl), a group of three girls find themselves transported to a magical girl where they must save the Pillar. However, not all is as it seems.

Samurai 7: sci-fi/historical, The Seven Samurai retold in a futuristic setting. The priestess of a village sets out in order to hire samurai to protect her village from bandits.

Goblin Slayer: fantasy, a priestess joins an adventure guild but finds her expectations and sense of safety dashed on her first misson: what was supposed to be a simple task of slaying goblins. She ends up joining forces with a man known only as the Goblin Slayer.

Megalobox (season 1): sci-fi/sports, a young man living in the poor part of the city enters into a boxing tournament in which he is almost certainly guaranteed to lose. There is a second season, and while it had good parts, I consider it much weaker than the first.

Vinland Saga: historical/action, it's the 11th century and Denmark is at war with England, a young man from Iceland finds himself in a Danish mercenary group all so that he might kill the man who killed his father. (I have admittedly not seen season 2 yet, so I can't speak to that.)

Captain Harlock (1978): sci-fi/adventure, the pacing's very different from modern animes but is a great anime about love, sacrifice, the brutality of war, the degradation of society, and more. Captain Harlock, a dissident and outlaw turned pirate, finds himself the only one standing in the way of an alien invasion.

Akagi: tension, a young man starts in on gambling through mahjong and slowly seeks higher and higher stakes

Kaiji: tension, a young man sinks down into the pit known as gambling and begins bartering his life away for higher and higher stakes just for that one chance to claw his way out of poverty

Mr. Tonegawa: Middle Management Blues: Focuses on the character Tonegawa and Ootsuki from Kaiji, but it's worth watching Akagi first as well. Deals with the hilarious ridiculousness of being a mobster who must please a psychopath

Lupin the Third: Part 1 (1971): A very 1960's feeling spy/action show revolving around the exploits of a phantom thief and his colleagues and enemies. Great art, music, characters and interactions, and the episodes are all extremely engaging.

Lupin the Third: Part 2 (1975): A great follow-up to Lupin the Third: Part 1 on an international scene.

#praise #vinelle #therealvinelle #anime #anime recommendations

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dionysus-complex · 4 months

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also the impulse to separate (true) goth rock as its own hermetically-sealed category seems a bit ahistorical - I can't think of a single person who would deny that The Crow (1994) and its soundtrack is important to the goth subculture, but on the tracklist of that album you'll find pretty unambiguously goth rock bands like The Cure and The Jesus and Mary Chain coexisting with NIN and My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult (industrial), Rage Against The Machine (groove/rap metal), and Stone Temple Pilots (grunge-adjacent). the subculture has been a big tent since at least the early 90s

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candyfloss5000 · 2 years

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Love Sparked Within War

A/N: Hi! This is my first ever peice of writing regarding Horizon Zero Dawn/Forbidden West. It's probably not punctuated correctly and don't come at me because I'm not the best at the format of Oneshots. Anyway, this takes place after the last boss fight in Horizon Zero Dawn and yn and Aloy have been travelling together since The Proving. It is short but like I said this is like one of my first oneshots.

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This is it. This is the end of all corrupt machines across the regions. You and your band of allies have taken down dozens of machines - Scrappers, Watchers, Corrupters, Glinthawks, Sawtooths, Tramplers, everything - over the past forty minutes.

Now, Aloy - your most trusted friend who stuck by your side, as you both ventured out to learn more about your Focuses and the reasoning behind the Curroption - has just overridden Hades and prevented his world ending attack. Everyone cheers in glee at the victory, you can even hear people cheering from within the city itself.

Aloy turns to you with the most beautifully imperfect smile you've ever seen, which you can't help but return. It doesn't take long for you to be in each other's arms.

Suddenly, the moment is broken as you hiss through your teeth from the searing pain in your side. You body starts falling backwards but before it can attempt to hit the ground, Aloy's keeping you close in her arms. The last thing you see is her distressed face and all you can feel emotionally is the dread of dying without speaking three crucial words to Aloy.

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When you wake, you take in your surroundings of the interior of the room you're in. It's a small room with only a medical bed in, which you are laying on, and a chair to your left. You assume you're back in the city and in some sort of hospital.

"Yn!" A startled, unforgettable voice says to your left. Before you know it, Aloy has moved off of the chair and is sitting next to you on the bed. You attempt to sit up and console her, but Aloy softly pushes you back to lay down. "Hey, slow down. You need rest." Aloy tells you.

"But I'm fine. I've survived worse-"

"At what cost?" Aloy interrupted your protest, sternly. "You have scars that are uncountable and you get a slight limp whenever we hike for too long." She continues, silencing you. You haven't realised how observant she is with you. Even though, you have noticed small things about her aswell, like the way her sunset orange hair shines in the sun and how her green eyes reflect the stars in the night.

After a moment of silence, Aloy speaks up again. "When I saw the blood that soaked your clothes and when your eyes closed, I thought I lost another person in my life that meant the world to me." She confesses. "Another person that I..."

Seeing the tears that well up in Aloy's eyes, you take it upon yourself to sit up. "I know." You tell her softly and take her hand in your own, making her turn her gaze to your eyes.

"I don't know what I'd do without you." Aloy admits, her voice barely above a whisper, while a few tears slide down her face.

Staring into one another eyes, neither of you could help but lean in towards each other. You both seal gap between you and lay a kiss on each other's lips. A kiss that says all the words that the both of you were too scared to say, a kiss that seals your forever love.

#horizon zero dawn #Aloy #horizon forbidden west #Aloy x reader #Horizon zero dawn x reader #fypfypfypfypfypfypdypfypfypfypfypfypfyfpfyfpfyp #Please read #anyway enjoy

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eating-the-inedible · 1 year

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Here is a list of the inedibles that will be in this bracket

Lava

Orbeez

Orange Joe (fictional "beverage" that's a combination of orange juice and coffee)

Doll shoes

Dirt

Pen caps

Mercury

Watermelon tourmaline

Comet/scouring powder

Moss

Paper towels

Play-Doh

Drywall

Marbles

DVD

Dice

Kinetic Sand

Coins

Fiberglass insulation

3DS Stylus

Plastic Bottle Cap

Chapstick

Babybell Cheese Wax

Paper

Bouncy ball

Human meat

Venus (planet)

Cascade dishwasher pods

Acrylic Paint

Magnets

Molten glass

Pens

Sea glass

Silica gel packet

Leaves

Cocoa butter lotion

Antifreeze

Pencil Toppers, the lil eraser things

Sand

Tumbled amethyst

Rubber Ducks

The rubber balls from the game Cranium Cariboo

Polly pocket clothes

Poison Dart Frog

Snow

0.1 uF Film Capacitor

The sun

Metal

Eraser

Tide pods

Phone charger wire

Those free wooden pencils you get at ikea (just the wood shell not the lead)

Liquid nitrogen

Aquarium gravel

the weird science juice in the beakers in those stock images

Origami star

Styrofoam cup

Sticky note

Collar of shirt

This submission form

Plastic straws

Glow sticks

Oil paintings

Candle wax

Glass

Nickel sulfate solution/Nickel plating solution

Silicone wristbands

Seatbelt

The wax paper under your Poutine

Forearm (doesn't have to be one's own)

Asbestos

Candy wrapper

“Okay so technically this is edible but I’ve had urges to just take a huge bite out of certain sea creatures before. Like just a chunk from an orca or dolphin or great white or seal, etc.”

“Those stupid wooden spoons”

Furbies

Scotch tape

Artificial grapes (the wax/plastic ones for display)

phone

THE FLESH OF MY ENEMIES

Crystals

Fire

The goo inside Stretch Armstrong

Headphone wire

Raw steak

Art

Small colorful rubber bands

Tinfoil

Pencil lead

Cattails (the plant)

Foamy soap

Liquid soap

Bar soap

Flourite

Shiny rocks

Grass

A hunk of random fish swimming by

A live goldfish

Toothpaste

Styrofoam

Price Tag Fasteners

The moon

Pool noodles

Smol frog

Destroying angel mushroom

the smoke coming out of the grain refineries two Mike's out of Gary, Indiana, Usa

Popsicle sticks

Cardboard

My hat

The tiny rocks in school playgrounds

Gasoline

Blue laundry detergent

Spray foam insulation

Battery corrosion

Fiber optic cables

Packing peanuts

Your mother

Pond water

Dry ice

Alkali metals

Chocolate shampoo

Ping pong ball

Bricks, like the stuff you'd build with. Minecraft bricks even, if you want

Hoodie drawstrings

Horse treats

Chalk

Copper (II) Sulphate Water / Blue Science Rock + Blue Science Juice

Ink

Floam

Fabric Paint

Oil paint

that one art piece of the banana taped to the wall

the hotdog somebody encased in resin

“the thin lego plates not the base plates but like the lego piece thats like 2x8 and they kinda look like hershey chocolate bar pieces”

One of those little hamsters

Model magic

Battery Acid (the drink)

manchineel apple

Rubber band ball

The lava lamp liquid

Blood

Rosin

Wax apples

That cake decoration that came with your slice and you're like 90% sure it's not edible... but what if ?

Soap bubble

Lush cosmetics' products

Plushies

Strawberry Shortcake's dolls with scented hair

Wood

Glue

Salt lamp

People who think children are not worth their consideration

Tarmac

Shampoo

Pennies

Poisonous berries

Chunky soft yarn

Crayons

Rock

“whatever the Chuck E Cheese Ticket Muncher Machine is eating (it's not the tickets) (or the sound itself but that's neither a solid nor a liquid so this is just kind of holding hands with the hypothetical ticket muncher food)”

Snow globe liquid

Chisel tip whiteboard marker

Raw dough

Raw fuckin cactus. alive

Grape agate

Car seat

Succulents

Keys

Lock pick

Scrub daddy

Molten sugar

Allergens

Lightning bolts

“Bark dust. Like the dirt/bark dust that's under the bark chips on a playground. Not the chips themselves. The dust.”

Clear deodorant

Apple earbud wires

Eggshells

Squinkies

Hello kitty sweatshirt zipper

Preshredded mozzarella cheese

Scrap metal

Rose

All of the rocks at a crystal shop

Origami polyhedron model

Bubbles mixture

Cupcake liners

Hair gel

Curtain rods

Incense sticks

Incense cones

Metal thing that attaches eraser to pencil

Windshield wiper fluid

Plastic pencil grips

Wooden ice cream spoon

Book

Tree

The liquid in levels

Vanilla extract

Aroace flag

Coil incense

California state testing “next question” button

Spackle

Forbidden coal iron french fries

Garage doors that look like chocolate bars

Plastic takeout box

Velvet

Weird anime girl hair

Freezable gel ice pack

Clouds

Necklace chains

Nail polish

Pencil Shavings

Pool floats

Bao Dumpling

Spray deodorant

0.1 uF Ceramic Capacitor

Vanillish (Pokémon)

Fondant

Really fancy pillars

Computers

Favorite song

Tumblr

“THE LITTLE ORBS IN THE MOUSE (aka trackballs)”

“Any cutesy anime character like Chopper or Pikachu”

Wooden fan blades

Balsa wood sticks

Those blankets that look like tortillas

Microwave

Milk and golden honey softsoap

Batteries

1x2 lego pieces

Light bulbs

Slightly melted lounge chair

Cork (the material)

Pineapple coke

Fingernails

Sparkly lipgloss

Race Car Tire Marble

Gold trophies

Konjac sponge

Shirt

Mandy the Slayer / Orange Spyderco Dragonfly Knife

Malachite

Heater

Glasses Temples

Typewriter keys

EVA foam

Airplane

Sword

Crumbs in the couch

Children

My wife's arm/shoulder

Records

Yellow ACE bandages

Neon Signs

Scented candles

#Im pretty sure i included everything that was submitted #eating the inedible #not a poll #sorry this is a bit chunky #masterlist of inedibles

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biscuits-of-bagend · 2 months

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DnDoc, The God of Rock 'n' Roll #2 - The Saviour of the Broken

Part 1

Previous stories: DnDoc, Coming Home DnDoc, Space Band DnDoc, A Man's a Man

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The Doctor looked up and down the street to check nobody was watching, let out a short breath, then sang, "When I was, a young boy, my father, took me into the city…?"

The person looked up and stared at the Doctor. Their mouth moved mechanically, their voice speaking more than singing. "To see a marching band." They kept staring for a while longer then, voice lowered, said, "How do you know that song? Nobody in the world knows that song."

"But you do," said the Doctor.

"Yeah but I don't know how," they said. "It just sort of… came into my head."

"Just like the others over here?" asked Ruby, gesturing towards the array of lyrics lining the street.

The person followed Ruby's gaze, then looked back at the Doctor and nodded. "Yeah, like those."

The Doctor looked from Ruby to Rogue. They both also seemed concerned, either about the person's well-being or the situation or both.

"Could we offer you a cup of tea?" said the Doctor.

"Tea?" the person frowned.

"Or coffee," said the Doctor. He smiled and added, "I hang around Brits too much."

"No, tea is good," said the person. "Just, where? We're in the middle of the street."

"Don't worry, we know a place," said the Doctor.

🎸🎸🎸

"C'mon, please, I promise Donna is miles and miles away. She hasn't even been born yet," the Doctor whispered to the TARDIS. But it still wouldn't produce any hot drinks. The Doctor groaned and said, "Yes, I realise Ruby hasn't been born yet either, but you are well aware that unlike Ruby, Donna is not in a time machine. Please? There's clearly a problem here and we need this person to feel comfortable enough to talk it out."

There was a matching groaning sound from the TARDIS - horrifyingly Sutekh-like - but a moment later a cup of tea rose out of a disc on the console. The Doctor picked up the cup - bamboo plastic, with a sealed lid - and smiled at the TARDIS.

"Thank you."

The TARDIS made a rattling grumble sound.

The Doctor held the cup by the rubber grip and took it up to the living quarters where he'd left Ruby, Rogue and the stranger. Other than potential vitamin D deficiency, the person didn't seem to be ill, so instead of taking them to the sickbay they'd first guided Rogue too, they'd sat down in the lounge area that adjoined Ruby and the Doctor's bedrooms. The Doctor placed the cup of tea on a coffee table in front of the stranger, who was sitting a little stiffly on one of the couches. Ruby was next to them, making conversation. Rogue was sitting on the opposite couch and seemed to be watching the situation unfold. Around them, round-things on the walls like from the console room provided warm yellow light.

As the Doctor sat down next to him, Rogue whispered, "You probably don't remember because of how everything worked out when we met, but I am so not good with strangers."

The Doctor chuckled quietly. "Oh, honey, I remember. You were kind of a dick even before you tried to kill me."

Rogue's gaze dropped to his lap. "I am so sorry about that. The trying to kill you part."

The Doctor quickly put his hand over Rogue's. "Not the being a dick part?"

Rogue looked up at him and there was a flicker of a smile. "To be fair you were kind of annoying too, at the start."

"It's okay," said the Doctor. "The dick part and the murder part. The rudeness was hot and the murder was unsuccessful."

"A lot of the best murders are unsuccessful."

"But not all?"

"My boss has sent me after some spectacularly evil targets before."

Ruby cleared her throat and said, "Hey, guys? This is fascinating, like, philosophically. But could it wait til later?"

Rogue pursed his lips and there was a grin glinting in his eye. He drew a careful breath and said, "Sorry, Ruby."

"Yes, apologies." The Doctor turned back towards the stranger. "Hi, friend. What's your name?"

"Hi," said the stranger. "I'm Jordan."

"And how about pronouns?"

"Huh?"

"As in like 'he' or 'she'? Or something else?" said the Doctor. To the Doctor's knowledge, those were the only pronouns in use in 1960s Houston, though it wouldn't have surprised him to learn others were used in particular circles. But with lyrics from the future, why not pronouns? And the person had quite long, curly black hair, and a very soft voice, so the Doctor hadn't felt confident in guessing between 'he' and 'she' anyway.

"Um, 'he'," said Jordan.

"So, how are you today, Jordan?" said the Doctor.

"Well, I feel like shit," said Jordan, frowning at the question. "Like I do every day."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," said the Doctor. He waited a moment as Jordan took a big sip of tea. "Is there anything we could do to help you, at least for today?"

"Tell me how you know that song," said Jordan. "The one you sang, about the marching band."

Jordan was so brusque that he reminded the Doctor of Rogue when they'd first met. Maybe it was because they'd just been talking about that night, but the Doctor felt a sudden rush of warmth towards Rogue, which prompted him to give Rogue's hand a squeeze. Rogue seemed to have had a similar thought, because he just gave the Doctor a quick smile then nodded his head towards Jordan.

"Right, yes. Sorry, Jordan," said the Doctor. He looked back at Jordan, and noticed that the muscles around his eyes had started to twitch. A short sob escaped him.

"Sorry," said Jordan. He looked up at the ceiling. "Urgh, why? Why can't I go one conversation without crying?"

"What's the matter?" said the Doctor, leaning forward to show him he had his full attention. Ruby moved closer to him on the couch and put an arm around his shoulders.

"I… I… I had a girl once. And she was beautiful, and I loved her, and we were just like the two of you." He pointed to Rogue and the Doctor. "But then, of course, she died. And that's why I'm sad."

"That's completely natural," said Ruby, rubbing his back. "Daily life can be too much for anyone when it feels like the world's ended."

The Doctor felt Rogue's hand on his shoulder, but he didn't know what to do. Would taking Rogue's hand just make Jordan feel worse?

"No, you don't understand," said Jordan. "She died ten years ago! And I was broken, obviously, but I found a way through it, with some help. But then it just stopped working. And I've been a complete mess ever since."

"Grief can be so so weird," said the Doctor. He did take Rogue's hand now because as much as anything else, he could feel his own eyes getting hot. "Sometimes you think you're fine and then you open a gate and it's like a flood."

Jordan watched him carefully. "Yeah, something like that. Do you… do you know about this?"

The Doctor looked at Rogue, who'd also moved forward to the edge of the couch.

"We both know about grief," said the Doctor.

"No, but, the songs," said Jordan. "Is that how you got through it? The songs from the future? Did they come to you too?"

The Doctor looked at Rogue again, but Rogue was stuck halfway between sadness and confusion.

"Did what come to me?" said the Doctor.

"The one that brought the songs," said Jordan. "The God of Rock 'n' Roll."

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