#c: pendulum

[fireflyflits]

Bored work doodles feat: A lot of Paris

[turnbackthependulum]

Shunsui: Have you been yelled at by Unohana-taicho yet? Mayuri: I'm not scared of her. Shunsui: So that's a no.

[unseendeity]

If you want a sigil or pendulum reading my info is on my pinned!

[thingsasbarcodes]

The Fall of the House of Usher 1x07 - The Pit and the Pendulum

[plasmafrigate]

i disagree w a lot of this guys rankings but he described the feeling hoffman gives him as wanting to shave his head and join a monastery and not only is that hilarious but also i think i intrinsically understand

[gwenymoo]

Noooo Bandai...my money!

[kingroup]

hello, may I please request a pendulum reading on elfkin, owlkin and deerkin?

Sure thing, sorry for the long wait, anon! Here's the pendulum answers for you:

Elfkin, pendulum answered: light yes.

Owlkin, pendulum answered: heavy yes.

Deerkin, pendulum answered: light no.

I hope these help! And you know yourself best.

*:･。.　—　answered　 ╱　MOD CHARON.　$　  ̖́-

[chantalradiesthesie]

Quels sont les différents types de radiesthésie?

[yourmoonmomma]

Hey Maple!

Can I ask if he’s deleting our convos all the time so that’s why I don’t see his pictures on the message info?

Thank you so much! -C 🩵

Hello!

Yes.

You're welcome!

[fireflyflits]

More random work doodles

[turnbackthependulum]

Yamamoto: And that's why we needed to get an expert. Kisuke: Oh really? Who did you get? Everyone: Yamamoto, staring: ... Kisuke: Oh! Right, that’s me... *chuckles lightly* Me, yes.

[unseendeity]

I miss doing sigils and pendulum readings (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠) so if you'd like one or both feel free to request!

[heartfullofleeches]

A helping hand (teaser)

Yan Show Host + G.N Reader

(A.N. I always forget how fun it is to write about Host. A taste of what's to come.

-

Ten seconds on the clock. 

9.

8. 

71451522518. 

 I.

C. 

U. 

Numbers on the board break before your very eyes, reforming into letters. Letters to lines. Lines to squiggles, stars, and shapes implausible for your ravaged mind to revise into something telligible. You can't think. Can't look ahead. His smile. What remains of your fellow contestants. Their screams, his merriment prevent you from facing reality on bold legs. Is this it? Is this how your story ends? A loser on a show you should have never been a part of in the first place?

“Clock's ticking.” 

Your muscles seizes as his voice booms throughout the stage - microphone held meters from his restless grin. The giddiness in his expression parks you to your podium. 

“Tic. Toc. Tic.”

His finger drags through the air like the swinging pendulum of a clock. 

“You're running out of time. Congratulations. As the final standing contestant, you win a special prize.. Do you accept our generous offer of a little assistance? Call them.. a helping hand, if you will.” 

[kingroup]

Hello there!! I kin Meowstic- Specifically the Male Version. I'm hoping to ask a pendulum question.

I remember having a trainer, I think I was their only Pokemon. I don't remember their gender but I think they might've been female? Once again, unsure.

But I wanted to ask if we lived in Unova or Kalos! I remember us watching a battle in like, an arena and being part of the crowd going wild! But I feel like we lived in Kalos and Kalos isn't really a battle-heavy region so I'm.. Unsure. I figured I'd ask the Pendulum to get a yes/no, maybe it'll jog my memory! Thank you!

Hello hello, anon! Thanks for your patience, and here are the pendulum answers about Unova vs. Kalos!

Unova, pendulum answered: heavy no.

Kalos, pendulum answered: heavy yes.

I hope these answers help out your memory! Feel free to ask for more in the future!

*:･。.　—　answered　 ╱　MOD CHARON.　$　  ̖́-

[komelliko]

manipulative!boss!sunday x timid!secretary!reader (& aventurine!)

summary: You get drinks with Aventurine, only to be interrupted by a rather cross Sunday. wc: 1.7k - cw for drinking, stalking... and heavy worldbuilding. oops! a/n: The guillemets «» are used to indicate Sunday's telepathy!

part 4 / part 5 / part 6 (nsfw) ---

Most bars and hostelries in Golden Hour had been established long after the rebellions has ended and the prohibition on alcohol was lifted. The Pendulum Speakeasy, however, was an exception. You had no reservations in believing that Aventurine had every inch of Golden Hour memorized—gambled at every table, met every bartender, sweet-talked every showgirl—so when he leads you to The Pendulum without even stopping to check for directions, it only feels fitting. "You go out drinking often, doll?" You shake your head bashfully, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. "No, that's never appealed to me. Sunday took me to dinner earlier this week, but other than that... I just sort of like to keep to myself in my free time." You look down, knowing full well your outfit corroborates this—Other than the dress Sunday had delivered to you, the only things you can wear out are your work clothes. Fitted white pants, structured blazers, things of that sort. Aventurine's interest piques. "Oh, he took you to dinner?"

"Well—Yes," you concede. "-No? ...Yes. It was a work meeting." "Yes, but still. Never took him as the type." Aventurine wraps one arm around your waist, headlines flashing in his head: 'Stoneheart Missing After Scandal In Penacony', 'Rendezvous With The Family Gone Wrong'. He'd previously assumed that his plans would involve catching Sunday's ire somehow, but not yet considered to this degree.

Still, he surmises, he has faith in his odds. "Ah, but don't you worry your pretty little head about work tonight," he adds. "What I care about is you having fun." Finally winding the final turn into The Pendulum's alleyway, Aventurine thrusts his other hand into his pocket to pull out a small poker chip. You assume by the logo in the center and the golden sheen on its edges that Aventurine had stolen it—Maybe he'd slipped it into his sleeve after a game to take as a trophy. You'd heard of his exploits from time to time, and you can only assume the usual prizes of victory has lost their luster in his eyes. Perhaps he wishes to gamble for more unconventional things: Favors, promises, human lives. Aventurine knocks on the door, and a small set of twinkling Pepeshi eyes peers back at him from an open slat. You're sure the Pepeshi must be standing on a stool of some sort for them to be at Aventurine's eye level. "Are you welcome?" a squeaky voice asks. Aventurine smiles, flipping the poker chip in his hand up into the air one more time before catching it in his palm. "Very. 'Lady Arctus has saved me a table'." There was no need for any speakeasy in Penacony to still work on the password system—especially for one as well known as Pendulum's—but you assume that requiring it lent itself to some atmosphere. The atmosphere of a place like The Pendulum was its primary selling point, after all. When all of the drinks came from the same suppliers and every band played in whatever bar had an open stage, there was nothing else they could use to distinguish themselves but looks. Aventurine led you through The Pendulum by the hand, the two of you passing under a large chandelier decorated with fifty or some Halovian statuettes, each static crystal figurine draped in flowing cloth and ebulliently presenting sparkling glass bulbs of lights to the crowd of guests below them. The chandelier shook and twisted from the rumble of a car passing over the Speakeasy, sending an explosion of reflected rainbows around the room like a burst of confetti. As the two of you reached the bar, Aventurine lets you take your seat first, the barstool squeaking against the wooden floorboards. Once he takes his own seat, Aventurine raises his hand to call the bartender over. “An Interplanetary, if you may,” he asks. “And for my guest here—“ Aventurine looks back to you, his tongue tucked into his cheek as he stalls for your answer. “Pika White with an olive.” “Pika White with an olive,” he emphatically repeats to the bartender. Once the two of you are alone, he turns to add “My, how distinguished of you.”

You flush, eyes down looking at the velvet carpets over the floor. “Oh, no, that’s just what I got used to ordering for lunch meetings. Back when I started out at The Family, the easiest way to get people to like you was to drink with them.” You laugh under your breath, commenting to yourself “You know what they say, ‘Penacony is just one big party’.” “Indeed I do.” Aventurine’s own gaze is caught by the gleam of the poker table in the center of The Pendulum, itself swarmed with a small crowd of betters. He leans in to you, pointing towards the table. “—How’s about I show those guys what a real game of poker looks like?”  Aventurine gets up before you can even truly answer, but you follow anyways, adding “I don’t think anyone here hasn’t seen one of your games.” He shoots back a smile. “They could do with a reminder.” … … … … Aventurine wins nearly 40,000 credits before finally backing out, and you can’t stop yourself from hanging your head low in embarrassment on his behalf as he howls with laughter at his own victory. While the group of incensed Pepeshi that lost to Aventurine mostly sent him his winnings digitally, Aventurine finds a way to slip an extra 100-credit bill or two into your back pocket amidst the chaos anyways. “What a scene,” he remarks to himself, taking a sip of his Interplanetary. “Wouldn’t be a night out without a good game, would it? You saw that one guys’ face when he saw I still had a straight flush.” You cradle your glass of Pika gingerly in your hand, smiling into it. Between it and the sweet sound of the trumpet from The Pendulum’s stage, your mind is drawn between too many things to respond with more than a good-natured sigh. That is, until a noise cuts through over the sound of the big band and the chatter lingering around the bar. « ♪♫♪♫♫♪ » "Did you hear that...?" you ask, almost speaking it under your breath. "Hear what?" The whistling was probably in your head. It was the same melody you'd heard the other night while at dinner with Sunday, after all. « [Y/N]? Is that you? » You whip your head around to find the source of the voice, only to realize you can't tell which direction it came from. Unfortunately, its owner makes himself known quickly enough. "Aventurine of the Interastral Peace Corporation," your boss says. "I'm not shocked at all to see you here." Aventurine leans over in his seat, putting himself between you and Sunday. Maybe even... shielding you? Still, there was nothing in his voice that makes it seem like he finds Sunday a threat. "Been a while, Feathers," Aventurine grins. "Had to make sure you're not working your staff to the bone." Sunday smiles in a way that almost looks forced. "Never," he replies. "Though, I should warn you. It's against policy for Oak Family employees of a certain rank to consume alcohol of any kind. As the law that upholds Penacony, we must never let ourselves be of ill-affected mind." "That's never been enforced, sir." You feel a sense of shame splash over you the moment you finish your sentence, clasping your hand over your mouth as if you'd just cursed Sunday in front of his mother, or even broken a child's toy. You look back up to him to see if he would take the correction in stride. "Perhaps because until now, it has not been necessary to enforce it." Sunday inhales, his smile squinting his golden eyes as he looks back down at you in what you could only fear was contempt. "I don't want to have to report one of the hardest working people in Penacony for such negligence in following the rules."

"Sunday." Aventurine has fully moved in to separate Sunday from you. "I'm the one who invited [Y/N] out for drinks. They're not the one you should be having problems with here," the gambler sneers. "And what does it matter to you if your beloved secretary spends an hour or two in other company? Scared they'll share a bit too much?" Sunday's smile drops completely. It almost feels crazy to say, but you start to wish he was back to that unprofessionally-touchy, overly-sweet self you were used to seeing. You were able to ignore it because you were used it to it: You're not used to this. "If you think you will achieve any of your ends through [Y/N], Aventurine, you are sorely mistaken," Sunday scowls. "My employees are not playing chips for you to leverage at your behest, especially not my secretary." His golden eyes seem to pierce right through Aventurine's own as he asks "Have I made myself abundantly clear?" "That you have," the gambler replies through grit teeth. "Just let me finish my drink in peace, Feathers." Sunday finally shoots a glance to you before exiting the bar. You push your drink away, having lost all desire to finish it. "Sorry, Venny. I didn't even consider..." "Aw, doll, don't sweat it. Just not your lucky day," he shrugs. "But I'd be a chump to let him walk all over you." His voice lowers to a mutter as he adds "—Fuck, where's Gallagher when you need him? That boss of yours needs a good kick in the pants. Maybe his pretty face, too, if the first doesn't hit him right." "Aventurine, don't." Aventurine sighs, his grip on his glass tightening. "...Sorry, doll, what am I thinking? Not awfully nice of me to being speaking ill of the handsomest, most powerful man in Penacony." He downs the rest of his drink in one fell swoop. "If he's still hearing me, I'll get the sweep from him for sure. Then I'll really need a drink."

--- a/n: Arctus is the 12th of the The Hours in Greek Mythology, so I thought a reference to her would fit well in a Moment that's apparently one before midnight. tag list: @j1yu425 @crepezinhos @i-am-tiredd @8x9d @ruruize @herrscherofprocrastination @khxii-i @moonsaver

[yourmoonmomma]

Hey Alex!

Can I have a reading please? Wanna see if the energy changed.

Will I meet my future spouse this year? If no will I meet a new romantic interest this year?

Why would T♒️ reach out to me this year?

Thank you so much! -C 💜💜

Hello! Sure!

Yes.

The Devil reversed - To try to clear the air or a misunderstanding.

You're welcome!