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[soaps-mohawk]

I've got some very exciting news

Since the start of October is about a week away (I know how gross where did the year go?) and we all know that marks the start of the kinkiest month of the year, I've got some exciting news

I am doing Kinktober this year, as I think I've stated before previously. I'm not doing every day again this year since I had to make my own list and just didn't really feel inspired by some and just didn't have the energy to write others.

Then I got a brilliant idea.

This year's Kinktober will have a...bit of a theme...

Allow me to use a meme to explain

Yes, all of my kinktober fics will be centered around Kyle, our beloved Gaz, Mr. Severely Underappreciated And That's A Crime.

The fics are all kink-related. Some are just straight kinks, others may involve some uh...other things 😏

I'll be releasing a more in-depth post closer to October 1st that will also serve as the masterlist (and I will be linking it on my navigation post as its own link). I have an update schedule planned for Kinktober (and CRCB will still be ongoing during October but we will be having a conversation about that fic separately) and will be posting on my taglist blog for Kinktober fics as well since that blog is for everything that gets released on this blog. So if you would like to be notified of when Kinktober fics come out, give that blog a follow and turn on notifications. (I sound like a YouTuber)

Anyway, that's the plan. We're giving Kyle some much deserved attention and love for Kinktober. I will also have some other things going on over on my Patreon for paid-Patrons since I can't make NSFW stuff public, so if you're interested go and check that out.

But yes, so much content is coming in October for y'all and honestly I'm really excited. You'll get more detailed info in the Kinktober masterlist which will probably be dropping closer to the weekend or maybe even next Monday. We'll see. I'll also be posting some news about CRCB here soon as well, also probably closer to the end of the week.

Anyway, I hope you all have a lovely day and I'll be back regularly scheduled weekly posting (asks and comment reblogs) here probably in a couple hours from when this post originally posted. If you're seeing this later then...I've probably already started 💚

[egophiliac]

can't believe that skeleman has turned on us, and Halloween Prom is tomorrow.

(what a top-tier UM...we are about to be just totally obliterated in the absolute silliest way. what possible use could this power have outside of bringing us to the brink of utter holiday disaster.)

[varilien]

we just got to this episode yesterday HFKJDHFK

Palestine: Funds | Action | eSims | Info Sudan Resources | Congo Resources

hey goku what's this about huh

[marlinspirkhall]

Seeing as we're at the halfway point of the year and some of these situations are (hopefully) no longer ongoing, I can actually talk about them. So, new Marlin Life Lore in no particular order:

- Left a cult (don't worry about it)

- Kissed someone who was enbyphobic (boo)

- Quit my job part 2 electric boogaloo

- Tried manifesting as a joke and think I got cursed instead

- Three month long situationship 🥳

- Five older people were hitting on me, but at least 2 of them were actively evil (3 if we count enbyphobic woman)

- Burned bridges with two long-standing industry connections within 3 weeks of one another

- Gathered a Google Drive worth of evidence on my ex-boss (because we can always nuke the remains of the bridge)

[sergle]

also poor baby Hugo is starting off strong before the summer even begins, I found a little hot spot on the back of his neck today so we're going BACK TO THE VET to get that fixed up

[morethanmemory]

so what do you think our fav radioactive fire skelly would be like with a scientist s/o?

rubbing my hands together like a fly >:3 oh boy have i got some thoughts to share

prior to dating i think he'd be so competitive with them LOL

like regardless of their field of study i really do think he'd try to one-up them constantly (rivals AND lovers anyone?)

he admires their intellect even if he'd never admit it aloud initially

but it shows in small ways!! he lingers whenever they start going on about a concept that they could spend ages talking about even if everyone else drifts off

when he starts falling though? oh now he's actively asking for them to tell him more, and he doesn't mind when they correct him or when they ramble a little too long

i mean it's also because 1) internet access in belle reve, i assume, is restricted/supervised/probably straight up banned and 2) listening to someone he may or may not be falling for recall facts to him is a much more fun way of learning something new

he'll also start slowly sharing his old research with them, and i think that's when scientist!reader might actually start falling for him too

here's a man who only wanted to make the world a better place, and somehow, even if he's known nothing but pain for years, being with them makes him feel like he could be alexander sartorius again

[pushing500]

Ivy's idea of diplomatic conversation is... unusual, but it seems to be working. Keep up the good work, Ivy.

Mechi isn't quite as diplomatic, but to be fair, Muscat started it. These wretched Empire folks don't believe in android rights, and they're quite rude to Alistair and Cora, which nobody at Château de Amitié is going to stand for. Especially not Mechi, who won this fight easily.

I don't understand how anybody could be rude to this good boi <3

Also, in brighter news, Mechi now has a Grand Meditation Throne! We could get him to Baron rank now if we wanted, but we're going to wait until Kwahu has a proper throne as well. We do need to wait for the cooldown on our "call gold drop" ability from The Empire, though, as we're still a bit short of supplies to actually build the second throne.

Ah well. Hopefully soon.

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[suckinitup]

actually i dont think he'd look at void like that but its too late so picture emizel instead . meow and everything

[g00seg1raffe]

Adar knows how King and Court think of the Peredhel, like some bittersweet tale of fantasy, like the scion of some distant history told to sleepy little elflings by the fire - but do not fear, gwinig, for the beautiful prince was saved from his cruel captors to live in happiness forever after with us. They speak of him like he's something quaint. Doesn't he look so like Lúthien, so like his forefather Fingolfin? Isn’t he as dignified as the Princess Idril? Isn’t he wise like Elu Thingol? How sweet!

And so in the golden light of Lindon do they lie to themselves - for Elu Thingol was ruthless, unshakeable in his convictions even unto his death; yet the courtiers tut at Lord Elrond’s stubbornness. Idril Celebrindal was trapped, as hidden as her city as darkness crept up the walls and into her home; yet Lady Galadriel shrugs off her friend’s warnings. Fingolfin held Morgoth at bay for four hundred years, unfailing strength carved into his very bones; yet the King both censures his Herald for his forcefulness.

And Lúthien, ai! Tinúviel, wrathful, relentless, unearthly - when friends flinch from your gaze and Lords shift uneasily when you talk, when the wise cannot bring themselves to look on you for fear of what they will see, when Kings lie and placate and spin gossamer traps because they know you could unmake them - that is Lúthien.

- from the fic I’m writing about Elrond from Adar’s perspective. I'm on 100 words so far and idk how I'm going to make it to 5k... you're welcome to talk to me about it tho :)

[cinamun]

No because they really got y'all thinking that at 29 you need a 10 step face care regimine and a stanley cup when in reality, you just need some sunlight, black soap, a couple orgasms, activity that centers yourself and to stay hydrated (in a regular ass cup).

[softquietsteadylove]

Since it was just mother’s day, I’m here to formally request more mama bear Thena (I love to see it even if she rebukes it). I think there has actually been a few AUs in this sphere, whether she be an actual mother or a mother figure to someone, so feel free to pick your favorite!

"Higher, Mister Dad!"

Thena shook her head, watching Gil push Druig on the swings. Druig was squealing like he was going above the speed limit but really Gil was being as gentle as possible. As per her instructions, of course (she had always been a little nervous about Druig on the big kid swings).

"Hi Mum!"

"Hi, Darling," she waved back, oozing love at the sight of her family in such bliss. She never used to enjoy playground visits, but with Gil's readiness and enjoyment of running around with her little ball of energy, they were much more agreeable.

Gil waved to her too, adding in a wink.

The addition of Gil to her idea of 'her family' was unexpected, but a welcome one. It was seamless, and sometimes it baffled her to think about how she had once imagined that it would only be her and Druig until the end of time.

Now it was the three of them. Kro still occasionally stuck his nose into things, but even that was becoming more civil in nature. And of course Ajak and Makkari were an inextricable part of their family tapestry.

Gil often had to remind the two of them that Druig and Makkari weren't exactly walking down the aisle just yet and to please refrain from bursting into tears over the idea.

"Hey!"

Thena frowned, her peaceful observation of things being jarringly interrupted. She watched as a woman all but stomped her way over to them. Her back straightened.

"Uh, hi," Gil greeted the woman cautiously. He wasn't one for confrontation, but he could read her attitude from a mile away. "Can I-"

"Your kid has been on the swing for way too long," the woman pointed at Druig with disdain. Thena watched on, her hackles already raised. "My kid needs a turn."

Gil looked at the completely unoccupied swings beside them. "There are plenty free."

"He wants that swing."

Thena stood from her bench, a short distance away. She already didn't like where this was heading.

Gil made a face, bringing Druig's swinging to a halt, much to the young boy's confusion. "Look, there are plenty of other swings, there's no reason-"

"And I said my son wants that swing! What are you--stupid?!"

Thena spotted the flush in Gil's cheeks at the scene this woman was making.

Druig turned in his seat, still kicking his feet in an attempt to restart his fun. "That's not a nice word."

The woman looked down at him, even pulling off her sunglasses. "It's time to get off."

"Why?" Druig blinked.

"There's no need for that," Gil attempted to reason with the woman, putting his hand between her and the literal six-year-old she was barking at loudly. "We can all share the playground fairly."

The woman did not appreciate Gil's 'teacher' voice. "Actually, you need to tell your little brat that not everything belongs to him!"

Druig made a face at being called a 'brat'.

"I'm gonna count to three," the woman declared at the top of her lungs, holding out her hand and everything. She narrowed her eyes at Druig, "and you better be off that swing. One-"

"Don't bother." Thena stepped in between the woman and her family. She wasn't the type confrontation either. Gil was too nice for it, but she would just rather bite the curb than speak a single word to any of the strangers here. This woman though... "And don't point at my son."

"You must be his mother," the other woman put her hands on her hips. She was shorter, obviously younger, dressed more for a girls brunch than a day of playing.

"I am," Thena responded, cold as ice. "Didn't anyone ever teach you not to raise your voice at strangers?"

"I'll raise my voice all I want!" She certainly was doing that. Almost everyone was looking at them (much to Gil's discomfort). "My son wants that swing."

"There are other swings," Thena stated, just like Gil had. She remained planted in front of Druig. The idea of this woman pointing her manicured witch hand at her little boy made her insides feel like glass shards. "Perhaps you should learn to share, as my partner said."

The woman rocked back on her heels, eyeing Thena up and down. "Well my husband doesn't believe in sharing with the riffraff, and neither do I. If my little angel wants this swing, I'm gonna get it for him."

"What terrible parenting," Thena stated right in the woman's face. She didn't care what this woman wanted to use to try and hold something over her head. "Your son will grow up to be an awful person, I'm afraid."

For whatever reason, that really struck a nerve with this woman. Her shoulders bunched up and she stepped closer to Thena. "At least he won't be an ugly little bastard, like yours."

Thena saw red. She just imagined her sweet boy on receiving end of such vulgarity and lost it. She leaned over the smaller woman, unintimidated by the wide brim of her hat or the strong scent of perfume coming off her. "Say something about my boy again and I'll lead by a much worse example, be certain of that."

"I-"

"I don't give a shit what you do, or what your husband does. You want to wave around that gaudy, tasteless rock in my face? I'll take it right off your finger and make you swallow it. You're obviously so shallow it should pass right through you in no time."

The woman nearly let out a whimper.

"If you want to make comparisons, be my guest. But calling your son an angel doesn't change the fact that you are clearly an empty shell of a woman, and I'm sure your so-called husband detests you both. Most unfortunate for your son, since he will not only never make any friends, but have to know that his mother is a despicable excuse of a human being."

"You-"

"If I ever see you, or your son, near my family again," Thena leaned in close enough to grasp the woman's arm. "I'll rip off every one of your acrylics, one by one, and make your son watch as I shove them down your throat. Am I clear?"

The woman stumbled as Thena shoved her back. Her heart wasn't racing, she wasn't breathing hard. She didn't even feel adrenaline pumping through her veins. She knew exactly what she wanted to say and she had said it.

"Y-Y-You fucking psycho," the woman muttered under her breath as she retreated. She threw a few glances over her shoulder at them, rushing to pick her son up from the sandbox and make her escape.

Thena rolled her eyes. The kid in question hadn't even been paying attention, probably not interested in the swings at all.

"Mum?"

She turned, putting on a bright smile. "I'm sorry Darling, what she said wasn't very nice, was it?"

Druig pursed his little lips and shook his head. He was clearly more concerned with understanding what just happened than upset about the experience. He hadn't heard most of it (luckily).

Thena knelt down, holding the chain of the swing above his itty-bitty little hand. She could still remember when they were the smallest they'd ever been, his whole palm as big as the pad of her finger. "I don't want you to worry about that."

Druig looked over at where the other boy had been in the sandox, and then to where the woman had hurried out of the park entirely. He looked back at her, trying his best to use all the logic his young brain was capable of. "Why didn't he ask to share the swings?"

Thena squirmed. She didn't want to explain to her wide eyed little Darling that some people simply had rotten insides. She tilted her head to demonstrate that she wasn't totally sure of what had just happened either. "Well, perhaps he's shy. Or sometimes, parents have the right intentions, but they've been grownups for so long they've forgotten how important it is to share and be kind."

Druig nodded, further mussing his dark brown hair. "But you're always nice, and you've been a grownup forever and ever."

Thena tried not to make a face. Children could be so brutal. She heard Gil hold back a laughter with a snort and glared at him.

"I would'a let 'im," Druig added more quietly, looking at the toes of his little black converse (to match Makkari's, of course).

"I know you would have, Darling," Thena moved her hands under his armpits, and Druig instinctively let go of the swing to let her transfer him into her arms. "Perhaps you'll meet each other again."

"Maybe," Druig mumbled. In truth, he wasn't the type to want to make friends with every child he met, and Thena would be all too happy to never have to speak to that woman again.

"Hey," Gil nudged Druig as he put a hand on her back. "That was cool of Mum, though, right? She's like a superhero."

Thena rolled her eyes; the last thing she needed was Druig becoming more invested in men in leotards featured in movies he wouldn't be allowed to watch for at least another eight years.

"Yeah, Mum's cool!" Druig beamed, forgetting the woes of seconds ago in an instant.

Thena smiled, though; Druig may never call her 'cool' again at the rate he was growing up.

"Is it just me, or are you two a little hungry?" Gil asked with a sheepish face. He was such a master of understanding and conducting children. She called him the child whisperer every once in a while.

Now that it had been mentioned, Druig decided he was suddenly dying of starvation. "Yeah!"

"Don't shout, Darling, I'm just here," Thena sighed after having his shrill little voice blast full volume in her ear.

"C'mere, champ," Gil chuckled, shouldering the boy for her. "Who wants a cheese toastie?"

Thena happily accepted Gil's help as Druig hooted and hollered from atop his shoulders. She patted his arm, "home?"

"Uh, I was thinking maybe going out, actually," Gil chuckled, which made Druig wiggle around even more, although his little legs were no match for Gil's grip on them. "Maybe a nice steak for me, chicken piccata for you?"

Her mouth watered.

"Long day, right?" Gil suggested gently, like the dream-come-true partner he was. "We deserve a nice night out--all of us."

"Can I get ice cream?"

"If-" Thena pointed up at her son, towering over her with Gil's assistance, "you have some vegetables."

Druig looked as if she had told him he was up for adoption. "But-"

"Hey," Gil made the gesture of looking up at Druig, impossible as it was. He gave his ankles a little shake and squeeze, "no 'buts', mister. Swinging needs energy."

"Cheese toasties are energy," Druig argued, although after a solid three seconds of no budging he slumped over the top of Gil's head, "fine."

Thena gave her boyfriend a look, "that you get him to agree at all is a miracle."

Gil shrugged, bouncing Druig, making him giggle. "We've got our strengths. I get the veggies in and you face down the big bad wolf for us."

That would be the most extreme way Gil would probably ever describe someone, no matter how unpleasant. But she leaned against his arm, rubbing his back and then Druig's. She could feel satisfied in knowing her family was safe in her protection.

"I do what I have to."

[yingren]

good morning, rise and grind, bing bang boom, no thoughts today except how peculiar ren can be with physical touch, especially hand-holding. he’s uncomfortable / self-conscious (?) about the way his hands sometimes tremble or the occasional unsteady shake that he’d rather not draw attention to. instead, he opts for other forms of affection like resting a hand flat against his partner’s back or brushing his fingers through their hair. deliberate gestures that keep his hands out of direct sight. even though i’ve hcd before that he’s comfortable with his sexuality and open to casual no strings attached relationships, where things like this don’t really matter, the intimacy of something as simple as holding hands is apparently a big deal for him. even when walking together side by side, he’ll choose to link arms rather than intertwine fingers.

[a2zillustration]

What am I gonna do when croissant finishes the game their journey... TT_TT I don't wanna say goodbye to them!!

I don't know buddy I've been wondering the same thing :') Let's not think about it-

[trashpandacraft]

the fibre we dyed over the weekend is all dry and has been photographed! i feel pretty good about it—for a couple cripples who tire real fast, we got a lot done. this coming week we're back to tolerable temperatures, so i strongly suspect that we'll be dyeing more soon. we're not exactly hot-weather people, so having a nice big stash of stuff we can play with while we hide in the aircon is nice.

so what'd i dye?

my camera really struggled with that red one, but i think this is as good as it's getting. that lurid patch at the top doesn't exist in real life—overall, the closer you get to the middle, the more true to life it looks.

i think my favourite is the last one, the black-grey with splotches. if i'm right, it's going to spin up really nicely. (if i'm wrong, it'll spin up...interestingly! i'll learn something, probably.)

the tonal blue is more for blending than it is spinning straight—we had ~400g rambouillet and i think we're doing a bunch of tonals to play around with. (@binchickencrafts did a purple one when i did the blue.)

anyhow, the blue-grey is lonk, the blue is rambouillet, the red-orange is whitefaced woodland, and the multi is southdown, and i have about 200g of everything except the blue. (i know no one cares, but i have to write this down for me, otherwise i have no idea what i've dyed and have to try to reverse engineer it, and i hate doing that.)

pretty good weekend!

[rainintheevening]

We all be gettin' roasted out of our gourds today. At least if we all is in Ontario.