#fools set the queue in this world

[princessmisery666]

Best Con Ever

Summary: It’s all fun and games until the truth is revealed.

Warnings/Genres/Troupes: fluff, drinking, silly stuff, Jared being an annoyingly good friend (seriously, he wouldn't shut up!). 

W/C: 2,381.

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Alexander Calvert, Richard Richard Speight Jr.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x fem!Reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Challenge/Bingo: @jacklesversebingo Prompt/Square Filled: Making fun of one another 

Notes: Jensen is a single pringle for this one! 

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch // all mistakes are mine.

Graphics: dividers - @talesmaniac89 / picture in title card - @lemondropsonice - they were kind enough to grant permission to use when I asked.

Master Lists: Dean Winchester / Main

The special fan event is going so well. The intro includes party games, such as Pin the Wings on the Angel and Bowling with the Devil. The pins have pictures of demons from each season taped to them. There’s also a drinking game with “apple juice” because Jensen and Jared keep insisting “Jack” - Alex - isn’t old enough to drink yet. You’re a little buzzed, but it helps ease your nerves. 

“Ah, you said Supernatural!” Alex exclaims, pointing at Jared, and the audience collectively yells, “DRINK!”

Shots of apple juice that smell suspiciously like whiskey this time get passed around until the four of you have one, and then, as one, you shoot them back.

“Woo,” Jensen yells, sucking his teeth as he turns his back to the audience and looks at you. “Don’t let me fall over.”

“Only if you do the same for me,” you laugh. 

“I got you.” He turns to the audience again but puts his arm around your waist and pulls you into his side. 

Of course, the audience immediately awws and gasps. “Oh shhh, you lot,” Jensen playfully scolds, “I’m just holding her up.”

“Wouldn’t want her falling now, would we?” Jared says. “Unless it's for you. Ba-dum-tss.”

He gets nothing from the band. The drummer shakes his head.

“Oh, come on!” He complains. “That was good!”

This is your first event since joining the show at the end of season eleven, but it is not the first time a potential off-screen romance has been mentioned. You have seen videos of panels where fans have asked the question, and you and Jensen have each been approached by fans on the street. With Jensen’s arm wrapped firmly around you, you are sure you can get through it without making a fool of yourself.

Jensen has been a wonderful source of support from the beginning. You had been nervous about how the fans would react because you replaced the wonderful Megalyn Echikunwoke as Cassie Robinson, Dean’s love interest from way back in season one. The inconsistencies in appearance had been loosely explained, and it was somewhat plausible in the world of Supernatural, but that didn’t bother you so much. Being Dean’s love interest was what worried you the most. The fans are so protective, and rightfully so.

“They’re going to love you,” Jensen had said when you aired your concerns. “Just like I…we do.”

He was right. The reception to the reintroduction of Cassie couldn’t have gone better. The fans loved it and accepted you and Cassie Robinson with open arms. You’d read some comments, heard second-hand from producers, and when the fans started an online petition - for fun - to get you and Jensen to date in real life after seeing behind-the-scenes footage, Jared dubbed himself the President of the “Jensen and Y/N should be a couple IRL” club.

You and Jensen played along with it. It helped ratings, and it wasn’t a chore to have Mr Ackles’ undivided attention at parties and dinners to play up to the rumors. But that's all it is: rumors. The two of you are close, on and off set, but whereas Cassie and Dean are super hot, you and Jensen are lukewarm. Hugging Jensen - though it happens often - unfortunately doesn’t lead to sex like it would with Cassie and Dean.

Richard announces it's time for the fan questions and asks those selected to form an orderly queue behind the microphone. Though the questions have been pre-approved, you get a wave of anxiety as you don’t know what they will be, and you hope this portion of the event goes as well as the rest of the day. A fan asks how your first meeting with the cast went, and you look sheepishly at Jensen. 

He shakes his head and rolls his eyes but sighs in defeat. “Fine, you can tell it.”

“Better yet, reenact it!” Jared suggests. 

Your eyes light up with something akin to glee, and Jensen raises his brow and doesn’t need to ask the question in his eyes, ‘Really?’. You pout, bottom lip sticking out as far as it will go. “Please,” you draw out.

Reluctantly, making a show of it, and very slowly, Jensen gets to his feet, leaning closer to pretend to nip at your protruding lip. 

Jared shakes his arms out as he stands up, “I’ll play Y/N.” 

“The hell you will,” Jensen says, playfully pushing him out of the way. “Y/N will play herself.”

Jared comically falls over his chair to the ground as if Jensen’s push was twice the pressure it had actually been. 

You stand up in front of Jensen and wait for the laughing audience to quiet down. Jared stands straight and holds his microphone close to his mouth. “It was a bright winter morning, not a cloud in the sky,” he narrates in a poor impression of David Attenborough’s voice. “The beautiful and elusive beast, Jensen Ackles, notices a radiant creature across the lot. Slowly, he approaches…”

Jensen shakes his head at the crowd and rolls his whole head along with his eyes but obliges the narrator. He walks the few steps and shakes your hand with way too much enthusiasm. “Hi, I’m Batman. Dean. Ackles. I mean …” he groans, trying to dismiss his embarrassment, then blushes and says, “Hi.”

You laugh again, as does everyone else. Jensen grimaces just as he did on the day. “I’m going to walk into the sun now, sorry.” he strides around you to the end of the stage, and Jared steps up to take his place. 

Jared shakes your hand like a normal person. “Translation, that’s Jensen, for I think I just fell in love with you.” 

Jensen, with his back to the two of you, throws a thumbs-up over his head. “It went exactly like that!” Jensen confirms, nodding and shrugging as he makes his way back to his seat. “And now that we’ve all relived my embarrassment, let's move on.”

The microphone gets passed to the next person, and they ask, “Jared and Jensen are known for their pranks. Have they played any on you, Y/N?” 

“Oh yes!” you answer as Jensen takes his seat beside you and squeezes your knee. “I’m hanging like twenty feet in the air,” you begin.

“That’s like three Jared’s,” Richard adds, pointing to Jared on his left.

“Exactly,” you laugh, spreading your arms and legs out in a star to show the position you were in. “I’m full on Mission Impossible Tom Cruise-ing it, three Jared’s high off the ground, and the camera breaks.” 

The audience reacts with grimaces and chuckles. 

“They tell us it will be like ten minutes, and being the awesome trooper she is,” Jensen continues, flashing you a sweet smile. “She agrees to stay up there while they fix it.”

“Of course, it takes longer than ten minutes, so Jensen and I get bored!” Jared laughs, evilly rubbing his hands together.

“First of all, they decide to rub salt in the wound,” you shake your head, laughing at the memory. “They start doing lunges and star jumps, bragging about how comfortable and free they are.”

Jared and Jensen reenact their exercises, doing over-exaggerated lunges and squats, to laughter and catcalls.

“Stop it,” you say, around almost uncontrollable laughter. “You’ll split your pants.”

“Hey, watch it,” Jensen warns, pointing a finger, “my ass is not that big!” 

“Your ass is just fine,” you smirk, the audience agreeing with whoops and hollers.

“You're not so bad yourself,” Jensen counters, winking.

“Hey, hey,” Richard chides, shouting over the raucous audience. “This is a family show.”

“ANYWAY,” Jared says loudly. “Then we used her as target practice, trying to throw Skittles in her mouth.” 

“Let me tell you, at speed, those things are like bullets.” You explain, “I swear they chipped a tooth!”

“I’ll pay for any dental work,” Jensen confirms with a slight nod. “And to answer the question, Jared and I messed with the camera. We knew she’d get stuck up there.”

You shove his shoulder, and he teeters to one side before purposely overcorrecting himself so he’s lying across your lap. 

“We still need to get him back for that one,” Alex reminds you.

Jensen scoffs, rising to sit up again. “You tried and failed. Give it up.”

You and Alex simultaneously declare, “Never!” 

“Alex and I decided to team up and get them back,” you explain to the audience.

“They tried to get me,” Jensen says, “but Jared caught them, and he told me so it didn’t work. But they managed to get Jared,” Jensen begins laughing, unable to continue the story.

“All Y/N’s idea,” Alex insists, pretending to edge away from Jared.

Jared shakes his head, tongue sitting in the pocket of his cheek while he tries to look disgruntled but can’t hide the smile he tries to contain.

“It was genius,” Jensen manages around huffs of laughter. 

“We got the wardrobe department to take in his shirts and shorten his pants a little each day for a month,” Alex says. “But it only took two weeks before he started complaining about gaining weight and growing taller.”

Jensen’s laughter stops, his demeanor turning completely serious. “I cannot tell you how annoying he was about it!”

“I wasn’t that bad,” Jared protests. 

“Dude, you were bad!” Jensen counters, “You were googling if you could have a growth spurt after thirty. It’s all you talked about for two weeks. It was so annoying!” 

“That’s me, Jared Annoying Padalecki,” he says. Then has a lightbulb moment, or perhaps a whiskey-inspired one, and jumps off the stage. Everyone laughs as they watch him cheekily shove to the front of the question queue, dropping to his knees. 

“Hi, I’m Gen from Texas, and this is for Jensen,” he says in a higher pitched voice than anyone would expect could come out of the giant of a man. “I would like to know what your favorite scene to film was from the last season. And why is it the sex scene with Y/N from episode three?”

Jensen closes his eyes, face scrunched and lips pursed in mock annoyance as he flips Jared off.

“What a great question, Gen,” you chuckle, turning to stare at Jensen. “It was definitely one of my favorite scenes to film.”

“It was a fun day,” Jensen agrees. “Usually, sex scenes are super awkward and embarrassing, but it wasn’t. I mean, who wouldn’t want to spend a day in the back of Baby with all this,” he gestures toward Y/N, “on top of you.”

Jared gets to his feet, using a fan's shoulder to hoist himself up, and then bends to reach the microphone. “Follow-up question,” Jared begins, “this time for Y/N. Are you free for dinner tonight? Asking for a friend.” 

“Oh, for a friend,” you say, leaning to look around Jensen and at Alex. “Well, in that case, I’m free anytime, Mr Calvert.” you wink. 

Jensen leans forward, pointing a warning finger at him, “No!” 

“Urgh, Alex,” Jared groans, using a long leg to step back onto the stage, “you’re such a troublemaker!”

The next fan is given the microphone. “So it’s been twelve seasons; what mementos have you taken from the set?”

“Funny you should mention that,” Jared answers immediately, then sings, “Jensen’s in trouble. He stole the infamous demon Dean's red shirt.” 

Jensen throws his hands up, shaking his head. “I did not! I don't know who did, but it wasn't me.” 

Jared rolls his eyes. “So some ghost took it out of your trailer?” 

“Maybe,” Jensen shrugs. “This is Supernatural.” 

The drummer immediately punctuates his response, the hiss of the snare still echoing as Jared stands up in protest. But the audience is too quick, and they yell, “DRINK!” 

“You lot are a bad influence,” Jensen tells them as you all make your way to the drinks table at the back of the stage.

You hold your microphone down while Richard pours the shots. Leaning closer to Jensen, you ask, “Are you really in trouble because of it?”

Jensen scoffs, “No, of course not. But they need it for a photo shoot, and they want to auction it off for charity. They’ve been on my ass for weeks.”

“Oh.” 

“Oh?” Jensen asks, very much channeling Dean in his expression. “Do you know something about it?” 

You wince, trying to feign innocence, but it's no good. You know you’ve been caught out, and you’ll have to give it back. “I took it,” you confess.

“What? Why?” 

You can’t think of a lie quick enough. So with a nonchalant shrug, that's all for show because you don’t feel it at all, you admit, “I like it. It's a nice shirt to sleep in, and it smells like you.”

“If you want something that smells like me, you can have me!” Jensen blurts out loud enough that the mics lowered at your sides pick it up.

The fans erupt, screaming and shouting. They get to their feet and clap. Alex and Jared talk over each other, but it all becomes white noise as you stare at Jensen, who stares back. 

“Screw it,” he says, and you're the only one who hears it. But everyone sees him take a small step into your space and place a gentle kiss on your lips. He pulls back enough to look at you for any reaction, and when you lightly smile, he slips a hand down your cheek and draws you in closer for a deeper kiss this time. 

The crowd goes wild. Your ears will be ringing for days.

Jensen keeps the kiss PG13, but you go as far as wrapping a hand around the back of his neck. It ends too soon, but you remind yourself that you are being watched. He leans back, smiling happily. “Sorry if that was out of line.”

“The only thing that was out of line was how long it took you to do that.” 

He shrugs one shoulder, tongue sitting behind his teeth. “Sorry.”

Jared tries to get control of the audience, but it doesn’t work. Jensen walks to the edge of the stage and holds up a hand, silencing them with the simple gesture. 

Once it's quiet enough, he smiles, boyish and wide. “Best. Con. Ever.”

Master Lists: Dean Winchester / Main

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[idontwanttospoiltheparty]

An (incredibly long) "I want"-style song dedicated to the most unruly of trios: John Lennon, Paul McCartney, and George Harrison.

The setting is the late 50's – it's deliberately a bit of a mish-mash :-)

Lyrics below the cut!

John: Green

Paul: Blue

George: Purple

P&G: Pink

J&P: Red

JP&G: Neutral

Liverpool gave up on me the first day of preschool

Teachers called me unruly cause I don't suffer fools

And my aunt who says she can't believe I’d throw it all away

Quarrybank, that school for cranks suspended me the other day

All those lads who quit this band to learn a proper trade

Think that I don't understand the facts of getting paid

But you both see,

It's them not me, it's us and this here prophecy

Do you see us five years on – well

Maybe three, that's sort of long

As they're writhing for our songs

And “Your group's on now, John "

Earning some preposterous wage

Free of this less-town-more-cage

As we enter center-stage

In our gold disk age

And the birds will have to queue

For a single peck at you

Then, emboldened by the view

Watch them molt on cue

And all we need is not to quit,

They'll call us Great Britain's

Newest stars, brand new guitars, guaranteed not to split

Picture us: the favourite band

With a record deal in hand

Going deaf from screaming fans

As per my new masterplan

Where we going, fellas? Where we going?

Where we going, fellas? Where we going?

(To the topper-most of popper-most of popper, to the topper)

To the toppermost of the poppermost!

I hear music in my head

Wherever I go

It's like it's bursting out my soul

It's something I cannot control

Meanwhile I can't drop this tune

Every night When I get home

I watch dad roll his eyes

"Heard of this thing called a comb? "

I sigh as he implies

That mum would be

So unhappy and so disappointed in me

However inopportune

There's a decade dawning soon

Shooting for the moon

And John may seem unreasonable

But his dream is feasible

Sometimes yes, guess he's a gull

I'll appease him though

And then I see how for we're come

Joined, we're greater than our sum

See, the rhythm's in the strum

Of the guitars and then some

Playing my part in your vision, I'll

Grab a pen, so much to discover

Let's produce another

Lennon-McCartney original

See the day John and me met

And Yes George, I didn't forget!

We become a matching set

Writing tete-a-tete

Where we going, Johnny? Where we going?

Where we going, Johnny? Where we going?

(To the topper-most of popper-most of popper, to the toppermost)

And where do I fit in?

And when do I come in?

Is there a spot for me at the

To the toppermost of the poppermost!

I'm the youngest, there's no day when they let me forget

But the part Paul will not say: I'm their safest bet

See the fact is they don’t practice systematically like me

I know my chord charts, strings, fretboard, parts of my soul, sorted by key.

Still the world is their playground

And I am watching from the fence

I can't yet jump with confidence

But mum taught me about patience

I still feel Julia's arms around me every time I play

What would my mum say? (She tells me)

Anything I set my mind to  (She taught me everything)

The heights I'll climb to (She wanted everything)

My time soon

Anything to prove I'm worth it (Wouldn’t approve)

Move the earth, they'll learn…

I had to learn to be the only one believing in me

And ever since she's gone, I can hardly stand it (Mum says I can stand it)

No one understanding (Don’t quite understand it)

The thing she saw in me

And dad, he just wants me to be practical

She’d call me her rebel without applause and tell me

Just keep making noise, always play in your own key

I will wait patiently

He may believe in me but not my choice

They will have no choice but to love me

Where we going fellas? Where we going?

To the toppermost of the poppermost!

Insert band name here.

Liverpool has no idea what’s coming

Liverpool will never be the same

They’ll put up posters of us

Like on this truck

John, that’s a bus!

Put your glasses on, Jesus!

And dad will be non-plussed when

Walking down the street he’ll see John (John), Paul, George (George) of the…

Johnny and the Moondogs… What! Definitely not. The Shoes!

The Quarrymen… Nononononono, JaPaGe3!

Liverpool has no idea what’s coming

Liverpool will never be the same

When they all see us one as three the blasphemous song trinity.

Everybody’s bitching

Where’s that old ambition

That got you essay prizes and into the institute?

I’m not a delinquent

I’ve just been rethinking

No one realizes I’m still just as resolute

Just keep making noise

Always play in your own key

They will have no choice

But to love me

Anything I set my mind to

The heights I’ll climb to

My time soon

Anything to prove I’m worth it

Move the earth

They’ll learn from me.

Where we going, fellas? Where we going?

Where we going, Johnny?

Where we going, fellas? Where we going?

(To the topper-most of popper-most of popper, to the topper)

And where do I fit in and when do I come in?

Toppermost of the poppermost.

[mywritingonlyfans]

054: "May I have this dance, wife?"

Oh, since I read your recent prompt, I can't stop smiling as a fool, that was extremely cozy, sweet and soft. Love what you're doing sooo much 🥺

And this one got me hooked. Even though it was in the wedding section, in my mind it's like you and Alex are already married and having a candlelit dinner in your big apartment in Paris (or whatever city it could be) with a stunning view, that you recently move to. The room has high ceilings and big windows, music is playing from the vinyl player, and he suddenly invites you to dance. You dance to old songs in the middle of the room, embracing, and there is no one but you at this moment. Probably you start to remember the moments of your youth, how you met each other and perhaps the conversation turns to your future, about children, and you go trying for your first one i dunno ahahhahaha

I just want to imagine Alex slowly dancing and I'm wondering what song it will be😋

ouch, this is so cute to read 😭 and i'm glad you're enjoying it!!! ur idea is so adorable, i feel bad it's just a blurb, yet i hope you like it!! ♥️ (there's no smut) ; (i added num 007 as well)

here's the prompt list

You were wearing one of his white button-down shirts, the collarbone slightly exposed, and you felt relaxed. It was near the end of the day, and Alex was wearing a tank top and cotton shorts that he only wore at home. You loved the intimacy of it all; it put a silly and fulfilled smile on your face. You placed the pasta on the balcony table—a simple and quick meal, accompanied by a bottle of wine. The sole and humble purpose of it was to have more quality time together. After Alex set the glasses, he put his hands on your waist and gave a quick kiss on the top of your head. In silence, with only soft music playing from inside the house, creating a cozy atmosphere, you finished lighting the candles scattered around, from the table to various spots on the floor.

When you first met Alex, you thought the honeymoon phase of the relationship would only last in the beginning, where everything was focused on conquest. However, over time, even after getting married, nothing had changed. He was just as intense as when he was in his 30s. You had recently moved to Paris, and you didn't know of any other place in the world that felt as "Alex" as this city. Sometimes, especially on Saturdays, you would go out for tea and explore the neighborhood in the morning just because it was incredibly beautiful. It had quickly become a habit. You would wake up to kisses and intertwined bodies, and as a routine, you would get ready together, sharing the bathroom and deafening laughter before heading out into the street.

The house you got yourself, located in the southern part of the country, was spacious, with a main room glass ceiling and a balcony offering a perfect view of the neighborhood's beautiful garden. Although you had loved the house right from the start, seeing Alex's radiant smile and vibrant eyes as he showed you the place made you realize that even if you hadn't liked it initially, you would have ended up loving it for him.

"May I have this dance, wife?" His accent sounded stronger in the cold wind. The candles weren't helping as much as you had hoped, and his warm hands embraced your chilly body. "It's cold. Come closer, babe." His voice was like a warm blanket, and sometimes you could swear he looked at you with the same affection you saw in his eyes when you first met and spent hours talking in a concert queue. You hugged him, wrapping your arms around his neck, letting your fingers play with his curls. You buried your face in his chest and immediately felt more comfortable and warm.

He held you tighter and lifted your body slightly so that your feet were on top of his. Your laughter caused vibrations in his chest, and he felt his muscles relax as he saw you safe and happy with him. And you did feel that way, not just in the physical sense of the word, but in trusting your feelings and flaws with someone. You could be yourself, even let your mind empty while your movements were guided by him and the hypnotizing voice of Father John Misty. You could rest on him.

"What do you think we'll be like in ten years?" You asked, causing him to pause the movements, as if listening to you was more important. He rubbed his hands together, warming them up before placing them on your properly chilled cheeks, making you laugh. "I can't say for sure. I enjoy the present so much that I don't think of a future that's much different. Don't get me wrong. It's just that as long as I'm with you, it'll be worth it." You wrinkled your nose, wearing a slight smile.

Meanwhile, he grabbed one of the blankets from the bench and placed it over both of you, covering your hands, legs, and even your head, that were fitting perfectly against his body like a magnet. He made room for you without hesitation. "What's on your mind, babe?" he suggested, kissing your cheek, sensing from your expression that you were trying to say something more. "Well, I wanted to bring up the topic of having children with you, but I don't know how to do it without sounding like it's a too much of a thing. I know you've never really thought about it, but I thought we could start... I don't know." You spoke casually, not wanting to make it seem like a big deal or sound intimidating. He gently turned your chin to make you look at him and said, "I know it's a big thing, but I want to know more about it. I like the idea of having children with you. I'm afraid of the reality of it, yeah, as I can barely take care of myself, but I've always known your thoughts on the matter. I wouldn't have married you if I didn't consider the idea." His words came out slowly, with light breaths, typical of Alex. It was as if he had rehearsed those lines, as if he knew or expected this conversation would come at some point and he didn't want to disappoint you. You found it cute of him. You didn't say anything, but you had a happy aura, with smiles and a light heart, that made Alex feel the same way. There was a flutter of excitement in your stomach, but it felt so right.

You brought the wine glass to your lips, realizing it had turned cold. You suddenly realized that you hadn't noticed the passing of time, but it was a common occurrence. The food would be the same, yet you would eat it as if it were the best meal you had ever tasted. Between bites, Alex kissed your face, sealing your lips together before more laughter filled your chests.

"You know, your kisses still taste like standing for about 6 hours to see The Strokes up close for the thousandth time, but this time being the most important of all." He would be happy to train and subsequently have happy children with you.

[thistransient]

Stage 3: the pilot announced it was 43°C (109.4F) in Delhi as we landed.

There was barely an immigration queue for foreigners with e-visas, the agent who stamped me in was bizarrely attractive (not that immigration agents can't be hot, it's just not usually their defining feature, especially when middle-aged). I loitered a bit in the arrivals hall and took out some cash before enacting my plan to take the airport metro down one stop and walk to my hotel. I fended off the lone cabby who complimented my hairstyle and made an unsuccessful go at convincing me my hotel wasn't near the metro. I managed the metro security and ticket-buying largely because I'd watched an 'intro to Hindi' video in which the teacher warned that he who attempts to queue nicely in India will be waiting for an eternity. I loitered in the metro station when it became clear that finding the hotel was NOT as easy as google maps might have indicated (on account of an intervening construction site). I made a confused loop back to the entrance before my GPS finally deigned to cooperate, but a tuk tuk driver had already smelled tourist blood in the water and started following me. I told him I was walking "to see the world" and "have an experience". Either baffled or convinced I was insane, he gave up.

My hotel had been around the corner all along, I got a bit misgendered while checking in, and felt out of place in a 5 star establishment with my backpack and dusty sneakers, but they did confirm my reservation, take my money, and give me a room key. I had added on all meals, to save myself having to go looking for sustenance in a new land after a long flight and this is where the real delight began: dinner was a buffet, and perhaps I was making a fool of myself (sometimes there's no getting around this stage) because the waiters came to help me, but eventually I had eaten so many amazing starters, curries, naan, and desserts that I thought they would have to roll me back to my room. I had warned myself not to set my expectations with Bollywood movies but the dining room singer did perform Ikk Kudi from Udta Punjab...

Tomorrow it's back to the airport, but today's been alright.

[forsuremabe]

Vision Board

Ta-da! I used to hate the idea of vision boards since I was a kid. I remember seeing it in kid's tv shows and telling us that it is good to dream, visualize, and let it guide your life. It didn't appeal to me because, at that time, the only vision that I can imagine was some food on the table to tame my hunger pain. The only dream that I was told is to earn an incredible amount of money to be happy or at least live comfortably. Albeit, that still applies now. However, I do not let it be the center of my life, anymore. A piece of paper or numbers in the bank may fuel such dreams but, it should not hinder me from giving and taking love, being compassionate, and guiding my life toward its possible outcome.

A vision board sounded too expensive, flashy, and high to achieve. It overwhelmed me. There was no feeling of necessity from all these ideologies from religion, culture, and the world itself. There was, I thought, a set path for me already, and putting a collage of pictures on a piece of board was just a waste of time.

It was a foolish thought.

I was a fool for thinking life had a package in store for me that I just had to fall in the queue to get whatever I needed. I got lost because there was no line, or there wasn't a single line, or perhaps, there wasn't even a line.

Whatever I need to get from life is here. It is present. It is up to me how I can live this life to its fullest. So, here is my vision board. Contrary to the connotation that it gives, mine is a compilation of reminders of who I am and how to better myself. This is me, my life, on the board. The only vision that I need to see is an acceptance of it.

[milkviolets]

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 / 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 - part 2.

annnnd i am back with part two ! i decided to queue this one up because i don't wanna spam and annoy you guys. but i am seriously on a backstreet boys kick right now, and i think all of you should be, so here's this oneeee.

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 & 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 ( 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟏𝐬𝐭, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟎 )

‘  I know we've changed, but change can be so good.  ’

‘  look where we are and what we've been through  ’

‘  I remember when mom used to say that things are getting better  ’

‘  I was looking for something on the crime scene  ’

‘  I found a note with his number  ’

‘  It's just another clue that leads to you  ’

‘  I got a little suspicious  ’

‘  I got a feeling that you ain't true to me  ’

‘  I should've known better...  ’

‘  You can fool anyone but I've got eyes to see  ’

‘  Things will never be the same again with you  ’

‘  'Cause if you think that it's the way that love should be ? let me tell you it's not for me  ’

‘  Just tell me, did you rehearse on me ?  ’

‘  Baby who's to win ? Me or him/her/them ?  ’

‘  I'm getting the feeling that it's time for me to leave...  ’

‘  You complete me  ’

‘  I'm down on my knees, I'm asking you...  ’

‘  Yes I will give you everything you need, and someday start a family with you.  ’

‘  This is no ordinary love  ’

‘  You're my heart, my soul, my everything.  ’

‘  Everything's gonna be alright  ’

‘  Even a lover makes a mistake sometimes  ’

‘  I’m sorry for the things I did  ’

‘  Can you forgive me and open your heart once again ?  ’

‘  Without you I would fall apart  ’

‘  I know that I was wrong  ’

‘  Can you believe me ?  ’

‘  Maybe your faith is gone, but I love you and I always will.  ’

‘  I'd do anything to make it up to you  ’

‘  You don't run with the crowd, you go your own way.  ’

‘  You light up my day  ’

‘  Got your own kind of style that sets you apart  ’

‘  I know sometimes you feel like you don't fit in, and this world doesn't know what you have within...  ’

‘  When I look at you, I see something rare.  ’

‘  In your eyes I see all the love I'll ever need  ’

‘  You see, material things don't matter to me.  ’

‘  You got nothing to prove  ’

‘  You don't know how you touched my life  ’

‘  You taught me what love is suppose to be  ’

‘  You're beautiful to me  ’

‘  Remember when we never needed each other ?  ’

‘  Those days are gone  ’

‘  Now I want you so much  ’

‘  The night is long and I need your touch  ’

‘  Never meant to feel this way  ’

‘  I don't wanna be alone tonight...  ’

‘  What can I do to make you mine ?  ’

‘  I hear your voice and I start to tremble  ’

‘  I cannot pretend that we can still be friends...  ’

‘  it has to be tonight  ’

‘  I don't wanna live this life  ’

‘  I don't wanna say goodbye  ’

‘  With you I wanna spend the rest of my life  ’

‘  Everything's changed  ’

‘  How did I fall in love with you ?  ’

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OK, it's time for Part 2 of my November book notes. No belabored introductions! Let's get right to it!

Artificial Condition (Murderbot Diaries #2) by Martha Wells

As the blurb on the front of the book from the esteemed Ann Leckie says, "I love Murderbot!"

This is the second in the Murderbot Diaries series of novellas, about an android built for "security" (i.e., murder) who manages to hack their own operating system and acquire free will, a conscience, and a sense of altruism all their own. That description makes the series seem very boring, but I promise you it is very fun. The books are really fast reads and this one kept my interest as we learn more about a strange incident in Murderbot's - that's how our protagonist identifies themself - past that set them on the course to where they are now, a rogue bot trying to figure out what they want to do with themselves. When not defending hapless humans, Murderbot usually wants to be left alone to watch its favorite streaming content, which I relate to on a deep level. I'm looking forward to reading book #3 soon.

Dead Collections by Isaac Fellman

I put this book on my queue after hearing the author give a fantastic talk on the Franklin expedition, collective memory, and retellings at Terror Camp this year. It's a beautifully-told story of a relationship that develops between Sol, an archivist at a historical society in San Francisco, and Elsie, the widow of a TV writer and author who has donated her late partner's papers to the archive. Sol is trans and suffers from an illness called vampirism, which heavily circumscribes how he can live out his daily life. Sol and Elsie must navigate their feelings for each other as they deal with the stigmas and challenges thrown at them by the rest of the world and the long shadow of Elsie's late partner.

This novel weaves together questions of empathy, of figuring out how to be at home in one's body, fandom, and what it means to preserve things for the future. I've worked in archives and museums and I especially loved Sol's descriptions of caring for the materials at his archive: what they represent and how to keep them "alive" (especially once mysterious things start to happen in the archive). This novel is moving, unique, and well worth a read.

And for our final book, it's time for...

A Lady for a Duke by Alexis Hall

I have been waiting for literally five months for this book to come off of the waitlist at my local library and it was worth.the.wait.

Don't let the cover art fool you - this is not your typical Heyer or Bridgerton-style Regency romance. Our MCs are Viola Carroll and Justin de Vere (a duke, natch). Best friends since childhood, they were as close as could be, right up until the Battle of Waterloo separated them. Presumed dead, Viola takes it as an opportunity to truly live her life as herself. Justin, meanwhile, succumbs to despair without his dearest friend. When events bring them back together two years later...DOT DOT DOT

This was my first Alexis Hall book but it definitely won't be my last. The way that Viola and Justin navigate their changing feelings for each other, while coming to terms with what the separation of two years has meant for both of them, and how they both wrestle with how to truly live as they were meant to is so beautifully described and at times gut-wrenching. And the dialogue between them! The love scenes!

If you are looking for a queer historical romance I recommend you get your hands on this one stat. Definitely one of my favorite fictionals I read this year.

Until next month-

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#5

The Marks of Running Ink pt.89

The Walking Dead [Soulmate AU]

Pairing: Negan x Tory Miller (ofc)

Summary: Peace had a way to be boring and exciting at once, for Tory Miller, it was lonely until it was not. Her life was about taking it slow, one day at a time.  

Warnings: SLOW BURN, angst, swearing, death, violence, fluff, hurt/comfort, child endangerment, general trauma, drama, mentions of infidelity and polygamy, general lack or morals, mentions of nudity, graphic sexual scenes (nsfw), mentions of blood, apocalyptic world. As always, I don’t want to give the story away in the tags, read at your own risk.

Author’s note: If you haven't read chapter 88, you should, I'm updating the last three chapters at once. This is the official ending of The Marks of Running Ink, but a short epilogue comes after with major warnings. Thank you so much for being here.

•••   •••   •••

Peace

Alexandria, VA.

She was waiting for him outside the cell.

A little, wry smile on her lips as she set her eyes on him.

"Hey, old man," she greeted him.

"I'm your father's age, Tory."

"And I call him old too."

He chuckled and she did too.

"What now?"

She made a gesture for him to follow.

"We go home."

Negan had not been or felt at home in so many years. He'd lost the people he considered home, over and over, but now he was being offered another chance, probably the last one. The summer breeze was kind, fall would come soon enough, considering the color of the leaves.

"There will be rules, Negan, important rules to follow," Victoria told him as they walked. He was in no hurry, and she didn't seem to be in a hurry either. "I have a child."

He stopped, frozen, right in the middle of the street, his feet glued to the dusty asphalt.

"A child?"

Tory looked at him and nodded.

"You said that you and the good doc–"

"She isn't Rhodes' kid," his soulmate interrupted.

He blinked, feeling like a fool as he did, watching Victoria as she looked at him.

"Her name is Ella," his soulmate said. "Ella Henry Jones."

"You gave a girl a boy's name?" He asked, not hating it.

"I thought I would die, you know? No epidurals at the end of the world, Negan. Lots of blood, I was stupidly scared."

He laughed and was finally able to move again.

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#4

The Marks of Running Ink pt. 88

The Walking Dead [Soulmate AU]

Pairing: Negan x Tory Miller (ofc)

Summary: Peace had a way to be boring and exciting at once, for Tory Miller, it was lonely until it was not. Her life was about taking it slow, one day at a time.  

Warnings: SLOW BURN, angst, swearing, death, violence, fluff, hurt/comfort, child endangerment, general trauma, drama, mentions of infidelity and polygamy, general lack or morals, mentions of nudity, graphic sexual scenes (nsfw), mentions of blood, apocalyptic world. As always, I don’t want to give the story away in the tags, read at your own risk.

Author’s note: I thought I'd never finish this story, but I guess it's time to close this chapter of my writing life. I hope you'll enjoy it. Much love to you, who helped me get here.

•••   •••   •••

Peace

Alexandria, VA.

The children were running free again.

Tory smiled and sat down on the steps, on the spot that she was wearing down after almost a decade… Even when her Dad was alive, Tory had sat down on the same spot. God, some things never changed.

“Mama!” her eyes turned up from the book she had on her lap. Ella had come up all the way to the bottom of the stairs, her tiny hands were full of tomatoes.

Again.

“Did you raid another garden, Peanut?” she asked, wondering who she’d have to apologize to later in the day or in the morning.

“No, mama, Vera!”

Ah.

“Aunt Vera, Peanut,” she told her daughter, knowing her words would fall in tiny, deaf ears. 

Her daughter nodded with a radiant toothy smile that was eerily similar to her father’s smile, making Tory’s heart ache. Standing up, she set her book down and went to her little girl’s side.

“Should we make some tomato sauce, Peanut?” she asked her little girl, knowing she wouldn’t say no. Tory had been planning on making sauce for a few days now, she had been gathering the jars to boil and the spices to use. She had Carol’s homemade pasta recipe too. 

“Yes!” the tomatoes fell from her hands and Tory sighed. “Are we gonna give some to Luc and Martha?”

“Yeah, Peanut, we will.” Good Lord, she needed to break Ella’s habit of calling the adults by their given names, then again, she didn’t have much interaction with the children in Alexandria, who weren’t many either, despite Vera and Chase moving to Alexandria after the whole Whisperers debacle.

“Come on, Ella, let’s get these tomatoes crushed.” 

At times, Tory missed Gabriel and the sort of camaraderie they had formed when he had lived under her roof. They would never see eye to eye in certain things, but they were friends, even if not the best of friends.

"Mama, are you going to tell me about Papa again?"

She chuckled at her little girl and nodded.

"Of course, Peanut. He was the biggest jerk I ever met."

Her little girl giggled at her words and Tory smiled, knowing she would get that reaction no matter what. Sometimes, Tory dreamed of a different outcome, she dreamed of a different life. She wondered the what ifs of a life where the dead never rose. 

Maybe one day, she would grow out of it.

"That's a bad word, Mama."

"It is, but the word I was thinking about is worse, Ellie."

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#3

All for you, every time

Joanna Lannister knew things. She liked knowing things, as did all of her siblings, they were like that -according to her father- thanks to their mother. She had certainties and one of them was that she was in love. There was absolutely no way she'd ever reveal such feelings. Absolutely not.

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For FDH Week 2022

Prompt: Oct-18—Favourite Ceime Child.

It's technically October 18 since eighteen minutes ago my time. I hope you enjoy it.

There are so many time skips, lol.

5 notes - Posted October 18, 2022

#2

●●Masterlist●●

The Walking Dead

The Marks of Running Ink (AO3)

So it goes

The tiny tomato

Far from my arms: One, Two, Three

The silence around it

The only way that I can be

From the Raise Hell and TMoRI universe: Both sides now

A Song of Ice and Fire

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My #1 post of 2022

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ANOTHER HUGE CON DAY INDICATED BY THE TITLE!! LET'S GET IT STARTED IN HERE!!! ...right after this Arcaea world mode intermission. yeah yeah, the grind never stops. i wish it did, but i'm so close to getting all the world extend 3 songs so far... nevertheless, here!!

once that was settled, i went to my friend's sister's car after a really quick shower and got ready for day 2 of the con: cosplay conundrum! these are gonna stay private and off the account for now, but i took a TON of pictures with cosplayers i found out in the wild of sakuracon's artist valley. and there were even more that i missed in the summit building!!! but once that was over, it was back to da grind!!! (i was much more careful with my money this time, besides a poster i got for a friend, don't worry www)

first up, a 5K-only score (that means no turntable or foot pedal muahahaha) on Cross Time !! that's all there's nothing else for EZ2AC go home

but next, i know i said i wouldn't show any cosplayers but i found this INSANELY COOL luin cosplay in the WACCA queue. why was i in this WACCA queue? for a tournament of course! there was a wacca tournament? YES!!! and i was DETERMINED to train as much as i could for it!!! (lie, i barely played anything lol)

instead, i was too busy with my babygirl chunithm new... the stubborn fool that i am, it was almost all i ever played at the arcade before the tournament time. can you believe that!!! all while i was finalizing some responses for my scholarship!!! (tho you gotta admit, these are some REALLY good scores)

more DJing with 5key beatmania... not enough ez2ac... but also HELL SCAPER My Beloved (finally getting to play it in its pure original form and game...)

okay, casual playtime's over. i was running out of time* before the wacca tourney and needed to get as much practice in as i could, since i didn't have much access to this game besides round 1 and thus needed a major refresher on the charts. looking through the setlist and some personal favorite songs, i tried to practice and play as much as i could, so here's some of the highlights from Da Grind!! (feat. some cool S ranks and the fastest improvement on Mazy Metroplex ever LMFAO)

finally, after all of that grinding, it SHOULD have been time to gather everyone and start the tournament. the organizers, however, were having a LOT of technical difficulties. this is what the asterisk next to "running out of time" was for, because i was actually given a lot more time by mercy of the tourney being delayed by almost a FULL THREE HOURS. what should've started at 3 PM didn't start until 6 PM, when my friends were about to leave the con. i was a little pissed, but i guess that gave me some time to walk back to the artist valley and find more stalls/people to admire and photograph respectively, including a faust cosplay and this random miku shrine on the way to the room LMFAO

by the time i finished my cooling-off walk from the tourney troubles and headed back to the arcade for any updates, they were STILL setting up for the tournament and i probably wouldn't even be able to attend it in the end. my friends still showed up though, so i treated them to a showcase of my Awesome Epic DanEvo skills and played one last set of the con for them, which was just Tsumi to Batsu and Daisuke again (but flipped around!) (and also with a longer video of the first song!)

but against all thoughts and odds, they actually DID finish setting up and started hosting the tournament!! right after finishing my set, i was notified that it was almost my turn to go up and play in the tournament. i was ecstatic, i was actually gonna be able to participate!!! woo!!! i got onto my designated cab, we sorted through a minor guest play issue, and i was playing 4-player wacca for the first time with all my lovely tourney-goers... who proceeded to beat me into a pulp (metaphorically) as i had not practiced anything but the last song of our qualifier set into top 8. ah well, at least i got second place on the last and hardest song!

i was still a little distraught with my performance, but i cheered up a bit as i went out with my friends to get some boba before we left to our respective houses. over and on the way there, i played a bit of proseka to catch up on some quests and got some neat APs in that meantime, including an AP on Shun-ran Master 30!!! Finally!!! (got a picture taken with it in my toya cosplay because i was so proud of it LMFAO). didn't haul much (and even if i did, i'm already hitting the image limit with these scores), but here's the image in cosplay with proof www

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[thetoxicgamer]

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One of the coolest strategy games in recent memory is Desperados 3, a Wild West adventure that combines the tactics and stealth of XCOM with the real-time strategy of Commandos and the superb Shadow Tactics: Blades of the Shogun from the game's creator, Mimimi Games. It is a precursor to the legendary Desperados video games and follows a group of five distinct outlaws as they journey across the Old West, getting into all kinds of mischief and scrapes. If you didn't get Desperados 3 back then, you should absolutely purchase it now while it's on sale through Steam. Sitting at a 96% ‘overwhelmingly positive’ rating on Steam, it’s clear that Desperados 3 delivers on its premise of a “story driven, hardcore tactical stealth game.” It certainly draws from Shadow Tactics before it, which itself gave me a feeling I haven’t had since I was introduced to the classic Commandos games of the late ‘90s and early ‘00s as a youngster; one of my first real tastes of tactics. With your squad of five each bringing a rather unique set of tools to the frontier, you’ll have to make smart use of their abilities to succeed. In the quickdraw world of the Wild West, after all, you’re not going to survive long if everyone sees you coming. Fortunately, this crew is more than capable, starting with sharpshooter and leader John Cooper, a master of silent but deadly takedowns. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wrKz2jYN3fQ Joining him are Hector, a burly strongman with a bear trap and axe; bounty hunter McCoy and his box of tricks including lures, poison syringes, and knockout gas; master of disguise and deception Kate, who can change outfit to fool and mislead her foes, or sneak her hidden gun into action; and the mystic Isabelle, capable of enlisting the help of wild animals or alluring enemies with her charms to do her bidding (or even walk unknowingly in front of an oncoming train, if you’re feeling particularly dastardly). While there’s certainly a little XCOM in Desperados 3’s blood, this is a real-time strategy game – albeit one with a handy pause to let you keep on top of things and queue up your next moves if you’re not a quick thinker. That said, robust keyboard shortcuts let you pull off a lot in a short time once you get the hang of things, and if you’re feeling particularly confident, you can tackle the game’s toughest difficulty setting, where pauses are expressly forbidden. If you love strategy games that force you to think on your feet and find clever ways to solve combat puzzles, Desperados 3 is a must-play. If you’re just a fan of the Western setting generally, it’s approachable enough that you can pick it up pretty quickly and enjoy its colorful cast, on-point atmosphere, and pitch-perfect soundtrack. Desperados 3 is 75% off on Steam until August 17, 2023 – expect to pay $9.99 / £8.37, down from $39.99 / £33.50. If you want even more, the Digital Deluxe edition, which includes the soundtrack and season pass, is 80% off – that’s $12.42 / £10.74, down from $62.97 / £54.48. If you’re interested, you can buy Desperados 3 on Steam. Rustle up even more cowboy adventures with the best Western games, or browse more of the best tactical RPGs on PC if you’re looking for additional ways to test your skills. Read the full article

[violentivy]

This is not an April fool's post, in spite of being posted April 1st.

In 20 days, my oldest son turns 18.

It has been 9 years since we were last able to visit for a protracted period of time.

I'm so sick of having to use back channels, but I'm grateful they exist.

When will this insanity end? This isn't my fault and I do not deserve to be punished.

The state decided I wasn't allowed to have a family because I couldn't read social queues in a situation that is still as clear as mud.

I used to get angry for my kids being deprived of a somewhat normal childhood with their actual Mom.

I used to get mad for my daughter, who doesn't get to see her brothers anymore.

But now, I'm just angry for me, because yes, my kids did life a life away from me, but they have been well loved and taken care of, for the most part.

But the state deadass looked at my Autistic ass and said "you can't see social queues, so you can't parent."

So, now I am angry for me. But also feel that I need to fight for my Autistic children, that they may have families should they choose to.

There is a hearing next month to talk about removing my name from the central registry for child abuse and neglect. The laws have changed and the "failure to protect" charge I admitted to would turn into a charge of "confirmed serious neglect", which doesn't sound right or fair for my case. The state has all but agreed to that.

This is largely pointless; it won't bring my kids back to me. It won't change anything about the custody arrangements, but it will allow me to clear a blemish from my name that doesn't deserve to be there.

Because I DID listen to my daughter. I did go through other cases, I did what I was asked to. The only thing I didn't do, is execute my tasks perfectly.

I forgot to lock a door before bed, y'all. I saw a few weird things but no strong signs that something was awry.

Maybe I should have seen something and realized it wasn't right, but every interaction I saw could be explained away quickly enough.

I'm tired, my heart hurts, and the last thing I want to do is go to more hearings that tell me that I suck when I am finally starting to get my confidence back after 20 years, but it's important to me that I get this removed.

I'm going this alone, no lawyer will be there to not understand me and proceed with some bullshit I didn't want.

I haven't even so much as told my family.

I want to right this wrong for my sake. Because I lead by example, and there are 7 sets of eyes either directly, or indirectly watching me.

I want my kids to see that even if things go sideways, and you get accused of awful things, there is hope.

I want them to understand that no knight in shining armor is coming to save them, but that they can save themselves.

They do not need permission to be exactly who they are, they are their own permission slip to the outside world.

And maybe I'm being overly dramatic, but the fact is, I think in some small way I'll be able to move on from this.

I'll still miss my kids with all of my heart. That will never change. They are apart of me, and will always be apart of me.

But, some of them may not know or understand why I did what I did.

I did all of this to protect you from what I saw as a real threat at the time. Your Dad was on the phone and told me every accusation was true. He thought that being "truthful" might save our relationship.

Years later, when he'd been in jail for a few years, he informed me that he was on a drug for his hiccups that I didn't know about. That drug can cause psychosis, similar to the psychosis like behavior that he exhibited that night and in the weeks that followed.

The police, CPS, they all told me I did the right thing to turn him in, heck, the psychiatrist who did my psych eval even said I was still wondering if I did the right thing, and viewed that as a point against me in being able to raise my children alone.

He said it would be a shame for the mother child relationship to be severed. He said that we just needed an extra eye to make sure the kids were safe.

I was lied to. Your Grandma told me it would be just like it always was, and the first time I really knew I was unwelcome was when I wrote to grandpa and said I'd come over to drop off the Christmas gifts that first year you were theirs, and that I would visit.

He told me I was not welcome to visit.

You were lied to. That swing set, that trampoline... Grandma D bought those for you. I left easter baskets on the porch the first few years, too. I'm sure if you saw them, you would have known they were from me and your sister, because who else puts little pop cans in an Easter basket?

We were both lied to, but your adoptive parents thought they were doing the right thing.

I wasn't acting exactly sane, either.

Because... Get this, I was lied to, and my kids whom I saw as my very reason for living were unceremoniously removed from my life completely by people I loved and trusted. People I desperately missed.

It's really difficult to remain sane through that. I'd even say impossible.

So I don't blame your adoptive parents either. They didnt go through the same thing I did. They went through an equally awful thing that it is also hard to stay sane through.

I just want to be able to share space with you all someday.

But for now, I just get to have my usual Easter breakdown.

[aurorheroed]

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[dailyadventureprompts]

I have an idea for a tattoo shop run by warforged on a train that randomly jumps between realms. I’m wondering though, how can it be implemented into an adventure?

Planescape: The Wholly Incomprehensible Railway Company

When you're traveling through the Astral Plane you have to remember a few important details: For one, you’ left distance and direction along with that grubby little dirt-world you call home meaning unless you have the will to fold time and space in on each other you're going to need a form of conveyance to reach your destination. Next, don't stare. Just about everyone finds that rude and those that don't will consider it an invitation. Finally, keep very close hold of your ticket. You don't want to imagine what they'll do to you if they think you're freighthopping. No really, don't; they have a fallacious cell onboard and it'll just get worse the more you dwell on it.

Setup: While mages can fool about with portals and ships hewn from the limbs of the world tree, the common denizens of the astral plane must make use of more plebeian but equally whimsical forms of conveyance. Enter the locomotives of the Wholly Incomprehensible Railway Company, literal trains of thought that provide entities of all kinds with transit across the sea of dreams. More than simple machines, the trains of the WIRC are able to will themselves across the cosmos by way of their semi-sentient engines along a set of conjured rails, summoning up a bespoke demiplane in their wake to protect their snaking passengercars from the rigors of astral travel.

These trains stop over at stations across the multiverse, though with little rhyme or reason for what worlds get visited or in which order, as the WIRC is prone to stopping dozens of  backwater realms and nightmare dimensions before veering back to anywhere on the prime material. This often leads to travelers having to wait weeks or months as the train seems to take every detour possible before reaching their desired destination, meaning the atmosphere on board is more akin to a slow moving oceanic liner than any sort of public transit; Entities and aliens poke about socialize, take entertainment in a number of dining cars and amusement cabins, or hold up in their cabins to gaze at the cosmos streaming by their window.

The actual company that operates the Wholly Incomprehensible railway is a bit of a mystery, operating through a series of faceless bureaucrats and imposing psionic spheres called “stationmasters”. They’ll hire anyone and everyone, so it’s not uncommon to find Gith, Vedalken, or orphaned Inevitables acting as porters, conductors, and engineers along with dozens of other unidentifiable species. 

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Actually securing a ticket for a train of thought is easier than one would imagine, as most planear megalopolises have a station of the Wholly Incomprehensible located somewhere through their alien foundations. Find a queue, hope that you can pantomime to the being on the other end where you want to go, pay the fare, and prepare for your extended journey among the stars. That said, the WIRC’s inconstant schedule and chaotic nature means that many of the less popular stations will go unvisited for decades, or even centuries at a time, leading to an increasing number of them being in disrepair and home to all manner of planear wildlife that creeps in a long the tracks. The staff and stationmasters are supposed to keep things in shape, but after years of neglect the former are prone to finding other jobs and the latter are prone to breaking down or going mad without something to micromanage. Seeking a means of planear travel may see the party delving a forgotten station overrun with monsters and overseen by a lunatic construct, desperate to draw someone in and have them summon the train again.

Being that the traincars of the Incomprehensible engines are contained within a demiplane, it’s fully possible for a party to end up there by accident, either by way of a teleportation mishap or by getting swept up in the wake of one of the trains while trying to traverse the astral sea. This is unlucky in multiple ways, as exit from the train is impossible until it has made a scheduled stop, and the various employees of the WIRC are contractually compelled to hunt down stowaways and while some of them are willing to give the party a head start on finding a ticked or an excuse, others zealously peruse their obligation heady with the promise of corporate reward.

On each of the incomprehensible trains there are communities of people who have decided to make the train their home. Some are lifelong staff with nowhere to return to, a few are passengers who by sheer dumb luck have been waiting decades for the train to find its way back to their stop, and there are yet others who’ve decided to stay on the train, preferring the comfort of the endless engines to whatever they’d find when disembarked. These enclaves of “Unembarked” operate like little villages unto themselves in stations and sleepers and baggage cars, scavenging and trading for what they can and providing shops for those that need it. Somewhere along the way the Unembarked picked up tattooing as a cultural skill, inking the eldritch filagree and twisting mechanisms of their ever-steaming homes into their flesh as a means of oneness with the train. They’re willing to share some of their skills with outsiders, including the magical tattoos said to incorporate maps of the Incomprehensible route into their designs.

Sometimes a machine gets a mind of its own, which is a very bad thing to occur when that machine is traveling at high speed through unknown dimensions and is relied on by dozens to hundreds of people for their safety. During one of the party’s trip along the WIRC’s line, some quirk of psionic feedback gives the brainstorm that drive’s that train’s engine a nightmare, sending it hurdling through dark dimensions as the semi-sentient mechanism wrestles with the existential horror of existence. To stop this runaway train, the party must battle through a gauntlet of otherworldly horrors swept aboard during the engine’s thrashing, make their way to the engine, and calm the mind of a castle sized entity that was never meant to be fully alive in the first place. Botching this mission could strand the whole train out in limbo, or in some new, even stranger realm.

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[fonkymonkeyfriday]

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Quite literally one of the worst days of the year, Black Friday. Christmas is just around the corner and everyone’s out to get presents and cause a bunch of nonsense! What are you and the League doing this Black Friday? As villains, should you be shopping on the busiest day of the year? Probably not, but hey, villains can enjoy a shopping spree too! Are your disguises mediocre? Yeah, but it’s enough for you to walk past people without being noticed.

Need coupons? Compress is your man! He has a stockpile and he’s ready to make it rain coupons! The poor cashier is wondering why this man is throwing coupons at her like she’s a stripper.

Kurogiri is on cart duty, making sure his gaggle of angsty villains are staying out of trouble and keeping their hands to themselves. “Toga dear, please stop asking strangers for blood.” “Tomura get up off the floor, I will buy you a switch.” “Dabi. Please put out that fire.” “Twice. Y/N. We are in a store. Stop running around.” I also am a firm believer that Kurogiri has mastered that scary mom voice, you know the one. Where they are basically talking through clenched teeth in a hushed voice. Yeah, he’s perfected that to a T.

This one is so obvious. Shigaraki and Spinner are in the electronic section debating on whether to buy a video game or get a gift card to download online games. Obviously they settle with both. Oh, and they purchased Scott Pilgrim vs. The World: The Game — Complete Edition for a little “league family game night”.

“Y/N look! They have knives with a floral handle! Isn’t it cute!? Can I get it!?” “Well look at that. They are cute. Ask Kurogiri, he’ll say yes.” He does say yes (reluctantly).

You, Twice, Toga, and surprisingly Dabi end up at the clothes section looking at Christmas pajamas

Toga: We should get matching pajamas!

Twice: That’s a great idea Toga! I hate it!

Dabi: No way. That’s such a stupid idea.

You: We’ll aren’t you just a party pooper.

Toga: Yeah Dabi. Come on, pleaseeeeee? It’ll be so fun!!

Dabi: No.

You: Damn that sucks. Try these on.

And that’s how you got Dabi to buy matching pajamas with you guys and the rest of the League. Don’t let this sexy asshole fool you, he’s a sucker for warm pajamas.

Queue Compress waltzing up to the shopping cart with a box taller than him in his hands. “Compress? What’s that?” “It’s a Christmas tree. Don’t worry, it’s fake. I got one with at least 50 different light settings. Oh! And I got golden ornaments! Our tree is gonna look fabulous.”

Overall the trip was semi-successful. A few items were stolen from the store and Compress totally didn’t run out of the store with a six foot box and trip over the sidewalk on his way out. Lets just say the cops chased you for about 20 minutes before you lost them and finally made it home. Man, what a day.

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed! ❤️