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[kasonkodd]

So like Jason and Lian totally do homework together at the table while Jason is getting his GED right. And she and Roy help Jason prep for tests with flashcards and the like.

AHH STOP!!!!!!??

they SO do their silly little homeworks together. Roy thinks its the cutest thing in the world when he comes home to find the two at the dinner table, helping each other. He even snags a few pictures because AAAAAAAAWWWWWWWW and then like offers to help. now theyre all at the table with their serious faces. it’s adorable. they all eat pizza as a reward for working so hard.

thank u for fueling my jayroy addiction, Anon. smooches ur bald head. AHH lex luthor lookin ass!!!! jk ily!

[askmintsblog]

" nice to meet everyone !.......ask me any questions you'd like as long as they aren't....weird....Bambi and Dave might pop in here once in a while if you guys wanna chat with them as well.....uh bye bye ! "

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[theresattrpgforthat]

@martianworder asked me about this on my Forged in the Dark post, so here we go!

Clocks

So Clocks have been a tool that have been used before and outside of Blades in the Dark, but BitD was where I think they were made really popular.

Golem Clocks designed by cmartins on Itch.io

For all intents and purposes, a Clock is just a track that you fill, but in some cases it's preferred over a track because it fills less space, and it's easy to just draw a clock on a piece of paper to help you keep track of something as you play.

A Clock can be more than just a track. It can be a countdown, a timer, or a representation of a person or faction's goals. The larger the Clock, the bigger task it is. Here are some examples of how you could use them.

A Healing project clock from Blades in the Dark.

A player could have a project Clock that they fill over the course of many sessions. Perhaps they want to research a cure for a vampire virus that is threatening a loved one. The GM would ask them to make a research roll every downtime, and how successful they are indicates how many slices they fill - effectively, how much progress they make towards finding a cure.

Rebellion and Sedition Clocks for Brinkwood: Blood of Tyrants.

A play group might use a Clock to track a common goal, such as winning over a number of anarchists to help take down a mega-corporation. If this is a campaign-long goal, you might use a series of linked clocks to represent the jailbreak you need to assist before you can win over a computer hacker, and then the massive hacking project you need to support before you can overwhelm the corpo servers.

Faction Clocks from Scum & Villainy.

A GM might use a Clock to track the work a Faction makes towards their goal. Every downtime section, they GM might roll to see how successful the Faction is, or simply tick one slice of the clock if the Faction has no reason not to be able to do what they want. If the Faction is allowed to work unimpeded by the PC's, they might eventually do something that changes the world around them, for better or worse.

Mission Clock from External Containment Bureau and Doomsday Clock from Apocalypse Keys.

Clocks might also be used as a timer, to indicate when something terrible might happen, or when the group's time is up. This might be the amount of time before a murderer next strikes, before the haunted house claims another victim, or before the world begins to end. In some games, specific points in the clock (such as halfway, or a quarter of the way through) may trigger special events that give the PC's more information, or remind the group that the pressure is really on.

Clocks for Protect the Child.

All in all, Clocks are a great visual tool to help you and your game group keep track of what's going on in the fiction, and it can also help you keep track of a number of narrative threads in a fairly condensed space. Even if they're not built into the game you're currently running or playing, I think they're a fairly easy addition, and can certainly help with bookkeeping!

[hheisa]

[CLOSED UNTIL I ANSWER SOME QUESTIONS ‼️‼️‼️]

Please read the last image 🗿

I will only respond questions for Anc, Mint, Echo and Wingless, any other OC of mine it's not included.

‼️‼️I WILL SOMETIMES CLOSE THE ASK BOX BECAUSE THERE ARE TOO MANY QUESTIONS TO ANSWER AND OPEN IT AGAIN AFTER ANSWERING SOME‼️‼️

I'll try my best to respond as many as I can... And ofc when I have time for it!

[willthespy]

Yes, I use solangelo for all my little drawing experiments. What about it?

EDIT: this looks like the fucking propaganda posters that they throw at you in history class... i might have accidentally created solangelo propaganda, i fear

[tojisun]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJEaoNP1/

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJEaovH8/

the shirt tho😂❤️

THE FIRST ONE STILL MAKES ME WANNA CRY!!! i made a little drabble of it!! just biker!simon bunny-kissing you with his helmet and im!!! a wreck </333

THE SECOND ONE IS SO ATTRACTIVE AHHHH I LOVE SEEING THE LITTLE HEAD BOBS!!! and when he reached over to smack his partner’s thigh hhhhhh so fuckin cute! AND WHEN HE RESTED HIS HAND ON TOP OF HIS PARTNER’S??? WHO IS EMBRACING HIM AS HE CRUISES ALONG??? god theyre so cute im eating my fist actually

and that sweater??? i mean- all the girls (everyone tbh) are cummin first if their s/o is simon ‼️‼️ no lies detected heree

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johnny sooo gave that sweater to simon!! it’s supposed to be a wee little payback from all the PDA he’s been subjected to. too bad for him, you and simon adore the sweater. simon thought you’d be shy because of it, and initially you were, but there’s something about seeing simon glow because the shirt is correct.

because you do cum first. simon fucks you so good that you always do. he’s so good with his fingers and his cock, but dear lord his mouth? the way he eats you out? the way his tongue fucks into your heat before licking a fat stripe along your twitching pussy lips? the way he sucks on your clit? the way he moans while eating you out, going cross-eyed because he loves, loves going down on you? the way he pants into your pussy, “cum for me baby. wanna taste you. please, wanna taste you.”?

you always cum so quick that simon has to press his wet face on the inside of your thighs to let you catch a quick break. just him beaming up at you because he’s covered with your slick before licking at his lips and groaning at how delicious you taste. just him nuzzling his face on your trembling legs, kissing, nipping, and worshipping each sliver of skin that he can get his greedy mouth on. it usually doesn’t take a while before you’re ready for more.

yeah. you and simon truly like that sweater.

(you buy johnny a retaliatory gift. a sweater that reads “puppy-coded” and. well. johnny likes it too.)

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[highhhfiveee]

okay here me out. abby teasing reader about having a crush on mike, and when he's around very 'subtle' teasing from abby to reader... SORRY IF THIS DOESNT MAKE SENSE BUT ITS BEEN ON MY MIND.

it makes sense! i was working on a little ficlet for the "mint" series and i think this works with it (,:

self care

a "mint" ficlet. read the og here: 🍫

tags: mint!mike and reader, fluff, no warnings, just cute stuff (:

mike lets out a long sigh as he turns the car off, rubbing his hands down his face. security work is exhausting, and while he understands working overnight shifts, he doesn't see how it's healthy.

he's always tired, always irritable, always ready to call it quits and say "fuck work", staying home until he's caught up on his winks.

it would be a dream for him, he thinks, but he knows it's not realistic. he's doing this to better his life, better abby's life; it would all be worth it in the end, he hoped.

he exits the car with no urgency, trotting his way to the front door. he's excited to see you and abby, eager to sit and eat breakfast with you guys, tell you about his night.

he turns the knob and it gives with no trouble, which makes his heart rate tick up. the door is never unlocked.

he bursts inside frantically, beginning to panic a bit when he sees that you aren't in your usual spot on the couch, cuddled into one of the blankets or sweeping your green mint wrappers into your hand. the tv wasn't on. there wasn't anything happening in the kitchen.

it was eerily quiet, too quiet for his liking.

"y/n?" he calls, wildly hanging his security vest and kicking off his shoes. "abby?"

mike wonders why the two of you aren't answering, beginning down the hall with his hands balled into anxious fists. what if something had happened to you two? what if he went into one of the rooms and found something undesirable, something that turned him frigid and reserved? what if someone had hurt you?

the light's on in the bathroom, framing the closed door in a fuzzy ring of yellow gold. mike hears voices, muffled but persistent, and music. it's all it takes for him to lean against the door, grip the doorknob and count down before he charges into the wood, slamming the door open and yelling into the bathroom.

you and abby squeal, bodies wracked with fear. you both have green paste all over your faces, spread around your eyes and mouths in a precise layer. you're holding onto your chest as you try to calm down, tapping on your phone to stop the music you're playing. abby heaves angrily, marching over to mike and giving him a moderately powered shove. "not funny, mike!"

"i wasn't trying to be funny," he utters, huffing along with you two. "i thought someone had broken in or something. the door was unlocked and i called for both of you but you didn't answer. i was terrified." you frown, shaking your head in disappointment at yourself.

"i'm really sorry, mike. i took the trash out earlier and i guess i forgot to lock the door when i came back in. i would never try to put abby in harm's way."

"no, no, it's okay," mike returns, taking a deep-rooted sigh of relief now that he knows you two are safe. "i know you wouldn't. mistakes happen, i just lost it a little. wouldn't want anything to ever happen to you two."

your cheeks heat up at "you two". you're flattered that he cares about your safety at the same level that he cares about abby's, or at all really. you knew that abby meant everything to him, but you wondered just how much you meant to him, exactly.

"that's totally understandable. sorry i didn't hear you calling either, we were kind of caught up in the music and face masks," you chuckle shyly, pulling the sleeves of the forest green sweatshirt you were wearing over your hands. it's mike's sweatshirt, one that he thinks he remembers giving to abby sometime ago. you look good in it.

"y/n was teaching me about 'self care', and how doing little things for myself is important. we started with skincare, see?" abby places her hands under her chin, using them to hold her face as she smiles.

it hadn't been your plan to use your $40 face mask on abby this morning, but you didn't mind. you'd been in the bathroom, humming along to the soothing ambient music that floated from your phone speakers and smothering your face in green like you'd be starring in Wicked when she appeared in the doorframe, bleary eyed and lethargic. "may i pee?"

you exited the bathroom and closed the door behind you, opening it back up once you heard the toilet flush and the faucet run. "what's on your face?" she asked, shaking the water off of her hands.

"it's a face mask. this one is my personal favorite. it's specifically for moisturizing the skin, but there are so many other ones that do different things. i do them sometimes as a part of self care."

"what's self care?"

"i can explain it to you. want to try some of the mask after you brush your teeth?" she nodded happily, beginning to shed any trace of sleepiness.

"my skin is a bit dry." you laughed at her, helping her with her toothbrush. after, you'd sat her on the bathroom counter, scooping product with your middle and ring fingers and smearing it across abby's delicate skin.

"so, it's just like...taking care of yourself? literal self care?" you nodded, filling in whatever gaps you could find.

"mhm. just doing small things to make yourself feel better, happy, more fulfilled. we all need to take care of ourselves, living these lives. it's important to remember to take time for yourself when you need it, okay? taking breaks is good. humans need rest."

"mike never rests," she admitted, pouting at the thought of mike working all the time, tired and distant from the strain on his mental and physical health. "i don't even think he knows what rest is."

"i'm sure he does, he's just working hard to make sure you're never in need. he cares about you a lot, and wants you to be safe, and happy, and taken care of."

"which is nice," abby muttered, turning to look at her face in the mirror. she smiled, humming in contentment before facing you again. "i just wish he would go do something. take off from work and go out. go on a date." you jovially scoff at her words, tickling at her abdomen.

"what do you know about dating, huh? does mike even like dates?"

"i think he'd like a date with you." your entire body flushed with mortification, and you stepped back from abby, stumbling over your words with nervous laughter.

"t-t-there's no way he would, abby. that's silly. i don't even like him like that, it would be unprofessional..." you bit at your bottom lip, avoiding abby's eyes.

"oh please. you're my unpaid babysitter, not a salaried nanny," she reassured curtly, and you frowned at her, playfully insulted. "plus, i know you have a crush on him, y/n. it's so obvious. i saw you nearly die when he gave you those mints. i'm sure he see stuff like that too if he wasn't so clueless about everything."

you nodded, gnawing at your bottom lip so hard you drew blood. "well, jeez, thank you for the exposé, abby. still, i don't think he feels the same way. he has no time to think about me." abby only squinted at you, her lips pursed with amusement.

"or so you think." you'd waved her off, pivoting the subject by showing her your skincare collection, explaining all the different tubes and bottles. you'd fanned them out over the counter, grouping things by step.

"and this is vitamin c...usually comes before your moisturizer and helps with dark spots, dullness...you have to wear sunscreen when you wear it, but you should be wearing sunscreen everyday anyway bec----"

mike had burst in at this moment, scaring the shit out of both you and abby. how you'd forgotten to lock the door, you didn't know, but you're glad mike had gotten home before anyone else could enter.

now, mike just tiredly returns his sister's smile. "that's nice, abs."

"yeah, was telling y/n that you should try it. you need to rest and take care of yourself." mike nods, pursing his lips in that tickled way that abby did earlier.

"that so? do a couple of face masks, take a bath, and make some tea to renew myself?"

"sounds like a plan to me," abby cheers, looking towards you. "add going on a date to the list and now, we're talkin'."

"a date?" mike ridicules, shaking his head at abby's frivolous suggestion. "a date with who?"

"i may know someone," abby teases, winking over at you so unmistakably that you're sure you're going to combust with the number of times you've flushed hot. "someone not too far, in fact."

mike can tell that abby is killing you, prodding at your private, adult feelings and decides to make her stop. "okay, abs, that's enough. wash your face while i go talk to y/n, okay? and no eavesdropping."

"i can try, but not promise."

"abby," mike asserts, and she shrinks under his serious stare, mumbling, "okay, okay, jeez."

you follow mike out into the living room, once again tugging at the sleeves of his sweatshirt. it drapes over you nicely, about one size too big, and the color looks so nice against your skin, rich and earthy.

"thanks for looking after her, as always," he commends, eyes still trained on you as you return his kindness with a soft "yeah, always. sorry again about the door." but mike dismisses your apology with a wave.

after a moment, he says, "that sweatshirt's nice," rubbing his fingers against his stubbled chin.

you drop your gaze down, smiling at the clothing item. you liked it a lot. it was super comfy and smelled like their place, pacifying you through the late night and early morning. "oh thanks. i left my sweater at home and abby let me borrow this one. it's so cute on her but it's super big."

"yeah," mike snickers, letting out some air through his nose. "that's 'cause it's mine." your body's color is replaced with flaming red, burning from the top of your forehead to the soles of your feet. how many more times could you be embarrassed this morning?

"oh my god, i'm so sorry. here, i can give it back," you panic, beginning to pull the item over your head, careful to not get your face mask on it. mike stops you with a hand to your elbow, a gentle graze that doesn't move even when you have the sweatshirt back over your torso.

"hey, hey, no need. i gave it to her but i like how it looks on you. you look really beautiful...face mask and all." you blush vehemently, whimpering out "thank you" and bringing your thumb to your mouth to gnaw at so you don't say something else you might regret. you're sure mike can read your jitteriness, and you try to slip into a cool girl attitude when his eyes toss coyness your way.

you'd been babysitting abby for a while, and something about the way you continued to despite the hours and not being paid softened mike. of course he intended on paying you, but even when he did, he would always remember you as so kind, so generous; such a beautiful soul in a beautiful body.

"so...about that date?" he proposes, and the two of you hear a hushed, "yes!" around the corner of the wall. you both turn towards it, catching abby as she runs across the hall to her room.

"abby!"

"i said try!"

how flipping CUTE! i love cute shit like this, and after writing so much smut, it was nice to write something oh so sweet (((: gonna be posting smut next though lmao, just something slight, something slight. hope you enjoyed!

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[mintmoth]

HI HELLO I WAS CORRECT JAMIL IS STUNNING AF I HAVE PASSED AWAY AND ASCENDED THANK YOU (also Azul looks nice too) BUT LIKE *SIRS*??? WOW 🥺😍

I JUST SAW!! I'm SO excited for this new event, everyone looks so gorgeous 😭 big gender envy radiating here-

I can't wait to learn more about the event, see who the guest character is, and see the groovies for these cards AUGH fingers crossed we get to meet Vil's dad 👀

[sanchoyoscribbles]

older tmm girls with upgraded outfits!

been wanting to do smth like this for a while and ended up just…sketching them all. Oops. I wanted them to look similar to the originals, simple to draw, still cohesive as a group, too, but also have like. Hints to their foods and DNA in the designs? Also I wanted to draw Gowns. Very self indulgent designs 😌

[walnutmistjamie]

fave Ted Lasso moments 43/? : So are you two friends now?

[oifaaa]

If any batfamily member could have spider powers, who would you give them to?

Easy Steph

[bobacupcake]

can i see your lego set

just finished building it :)

[melaton1nx]

Mintkisser

Lmao I just couldn't get this out of my head

Calico Sans belongs to me :3

😟

[devotion-disorder]

furbified your twink

hope you don't mind <|3

noel/boel might be next

my son who has prion disease is worth 3 american dollars (thank you for the art!!! <33)

[hheisa]

Hey Anx! It's nice to see you again.. Anyway, what do you think of the other sanses? (wingless sans, candy sans, and rainworld sans) Have a good day btw! ^^ (To both sans and Hhesia)

Anx feels uncomfortable around wingless

[halvedslab]

hiiii G8 with etho if u want!! and if u also wanna do the palette thing itd be funny if it was the one named minecraft