#he chooses charley

[artaith-21]

Old art I kinda hate now. I have terrible color theory and I really struggled with how to finish this image. Some things I still like. Maybe I’ll revisit someday. The following text was written when it was originally uploaded in 2017 ( originally drawn in 2012 ):

“Hearts Entwined ( Bleed my Rust )”

‘Sweet is the curse of hearts entwined but lost, detached but bound

Sad is their fate without relief

Cruel is the curse of love, so luscious yet so dangerous

Sweet curse, our hell...'

~Revamp

'When we are dancing

I hear worlds, you're still fading

I feel safe, yet unsatisfied

Soaked in trance and disgrace

Take away the pain inflected on me

The hunger you're letting me feed

I bleed my rust on the roses

That once have chained us, me to you

Your dying love is a rose

I will bury somewhere close to you'

~Sonata Arctica

I can't look at this piece anymore. I originally drew it in 2012 over 5 years ago, and every year since I have been tweaking it and playing with it since because I thought it had potential but I could never quite get it right. So I think it's time to finally move on and just upload the point it has been completed to now.

This originally started out as an idea about insecurities, and I wanted to display characters that were outwardly tough and confident at their most vulnerable- 'unmasked' if you will. But it also addresses love and loss, personal conflict, and holding on to pasts and moving forward and letting go. Just about every person who has seen this already has come up with their own very unique, interesting interpretation of this piece and I thoroughly enjoy that and welcome it.

What does this piece mean to you? I'd love to hear your thoughts.

Otherwise, ENJOY DANGLE DONGLES.

There, had to get my immature side out.

[sheepwithspecs]

i really need them to bring this plot point back like.... does he still run them? why does this man have 8 different enterprises going on at once

[lxvvie]

Couples Shit with Simon Riley (Part 2):

Having a giggle/chuckle fest almost every time you are intimate. It first happened at the beginning of your relationship when you would giggle every time you two kissed. It opened the floodgates, had let that nervous energy out, and Simon was right there chuckling with you. ("Heh—aw, fuck me.")

Swearing up and down that you're gonna fuck each other's brains out but as soon as you hit the bed, you and Simon are out like a light. The last time this happened, he was supposed to go down on you, but the next thing you know, you woke up to him fast asleep with his head on your stomach.

Kissing the bridge of his crooked nose and Simon turning into putty every time. Hell, kissing any and every dent, bruise, and scar, and making your man melt.

A nice round of horizontal tango turning into a cuddle session after you comforted Simon through a charley horse. Poor baby.

Initially making the telly watch you two make sex but turns out whatever you're watching was pretty decent after all so you guys are back to watching the telly again.

Getting hot and heavy one time but you were so intrigued with the mole you discovered on Simon's inner thigh that you spent the next half-hour or so trying to find other moles on his body.

Telling Simon that you "always wanted to do this" and when you get him hot, bothered, and hard, it turns out what you always wanted to do was measure him. His disappointment was immeasurable... even if he was interested to know the number.

Twinning in some way, shape, or fashion whenever you're out together.

Talking mad shit about his snoring but let him tell it, he doesn't say shit when you take up about 80% of the bed, covers, and sleep under him.

Speaking of talking shit, having disagreements like every couple does and when you go to bed, you're angrily cuddling each other. And yes, Simon still wants your kisses in the morning, even if you two are still mad at each other. Simon doesn't give a shit, you're still gonna love on him, dammit. And him on you.

Being mad with Simon when he arrived too late to get the creepy crawler that was harassing you. Harassing you by doing what it does best: be a creepy crawler. Simon tells you you'll have to conquer your fear one day. You tell him to conquer the couch tonight lmao.

Agreeing to disagree about the superior ice cream flavor in the house. It's too bad there's not any of his favorite ice cream in the freezer. There's some of yours, though. Why? You didn't get any because it was so superior that you wouldn't "dare sully it with your hands". Cue the judgemental stare and him eating YOUR ice cream afterward. Rude.

Scaring the ever-living shit out of Simon on the rare occasions he gets to sleep in. He woke up to you sitting up in bed with his mask and paint on. Oh, and he calls bullshit. He did not nearly fall out the bed. Nor did he jump. Okay, Simon.

Chilling and drinking with Simon. Finding out he gets hot and sweaty pretty easily and off comes his clothes. Waking up hungover the next morning and you're the big spoon to a naked and equally hungover Simon. Choosing to do fuck all but sleep it off that day.

Playfully calling or referring to him as the Missus, especially in front of your co-workers. When they finally meet Simon and ask him who he is, he replies in pure deadpan Ghost fashion: "The Missus".

[manheimsmuse]

SAVE A HORSE ; WALLY CLARK

a/n; inspired by this post by @stevensrealgf !

warnings; 18+, mndi, afab!reader, fem!pronouns, established relationship, smut under the cut, unprotected sex i don’t know how many times i have to tell you guys not to do this, fingering, filthy talk, wally clark talks you through it. not proofread !

you sat beside charley on the edge of the stage, watching as rhonda sat on wally’s back as he did pushups. charley had made a quiet joke to you about wally showing off to ‘impress a certain someone’.

your relationship with wally was unknown to the others, both you and wally agreeing that you’d like to keep it to yourselves for as long as possible to prolong the peace you both found in one another.

however, wally wasn’t as good at hiding the fact he had a crush on you.

you’d stopped paying attention by the time wally had risen to his feet, lazily returning your gaze to him after a sarcastic comment he made to rhonda.

“who’s next?” he asked with a boyish grin, attention focused on you and charley now “charley? wanna ride the pony?”

you choke on your laugh, doubled over with a hand clamped over your mouth to dampen your laughter.

“what’s funny, princess?” wally questions with a quirked brow, hands resting on his hips as he looks at you expecting an answer “you think i couldn’t lift him?”

the mischievous look on his face proves to you that he knows exactly why you’re laughing, but he’s not giving you the satisfaction of seeing him all red faced and flustered.

“oh, i’m sure you can” you respond sarcastically, hopping off the stage and patting his shoulder as you pass by “you boys have fun!”

there’s no masked intent in your words, if wally wanted to try lift charley then more power to him, but you were getting bored of the gym.

not long after you’d settled down in the student lounge wally joins you, presumably only taking so long because he wasn’t sure where you went. without a word he joins you on the couch, relaxing back into his seat as you kick your feet up into his lap with a teasing “have fun?”

“awh, is my little princess all jealous i didn’t ask her instead?” wally cooes patronisingly, palm running back and forth against your thigh “you wanna ride the pony, baby?”

your bottom lip is trapped between your teeth, unsure if you wanted to laugh him off or indulge his antics. naturally, you choose the latter.

as you slide onto wally’s lap his hands instantly find your waist, gently pulling you closer as you place one leg on either side of his body.

“that’s it, baby” he grins, a hand coming up to grip your chin “there’s my pretty girl” he mumbles, guiding your mouth to his in order to press a soft kiss to your lips.

the tender moment is short lived, movements becoming more frantic as you both work on the others clothes, your hips involuntarily grinding against wally’s the moment his mouth meets your neck.

“fuck, baby” wally groans against your neck, fingers digging into your hips to guide your movements “so needy already?”

you roll your eyes at his cockiness, even if you are gasping out his name when his clothed erection brushes against your covered clit. your hands fumble as you attempt to remove the little clothing left in your way until you’re both in your underwear.

“shit, you really are needy huh?” wally chuckles, his fingers gathering your wetness as his hand slips into your panties “my perfect girl, always so desperate for my cock.”

he plunges two fingers into you without warning, moving at a pace that has your head falling back and your moans echoing through the empty room.

“o-oh, god.” you whine, feeling the band in your stomach tightening at an alarming rate when his thumb presses against your clit, his fingers still fucking into you.

the moment he feels you tighten around his digits he withdraws his hand, pushing his soaked fingers into his mouth before answering you cries of frustration.

“hey, hey! said you were gonna ride me, remember?” his soft voice is a stark contrast to the look on his face “can’t have you cumming on my hand now, pretty baby”

he helps you position yourself, hissing out a curse when your hand wraps around him to make sure he was in place, and when you finally sink down onto him it takes every ounce of willpower he has to not flip the two of you so he’s on top.

you waste no time in making good on your word, starting to move back and forth on him slowly before gradually settling into a rhythm.

“doing such a good job, princess.” wally groans, gripping you even tighter as you bounce on his cock “taking me so well, fuck baby, look so pretty riding me”

“so close, wally” you warn through a moan, nails digging into his skin as you grip his shoulders.

wally let’s out a grunt of acknowledgment, any self control he had left vanishing when you start clenching around him, prompting him to start fucking up into you at a harder pace.

“me too, baby.” he murmurs, mouth latching onto your clavicle to mark the skin “you feel so good, princess, gonna make me cum in your pretty little pussy. you want that, pretty girl? you want me to come in you?”

your eyes roll back as he talks, mouth falling open and shut with nothing but a string of lewd noises as opposed to coherent sentences.

“please, wally.”

your mewled permission was all wally needed, his thumb rubbing harsh, fast circles into your clit as he continued to buck up into you, his pace getting sloppy as you feel him swelling inside you.

“that’s it, princess, there you go” he grits through his teeth, not stopping until you get over the edge too “so fucking pretty when you make a mess on my cock, my gorgeous girl.”

you’re a mess by the time you’ve both halted your movements, wally is still buried inside you as you fall forward against his chest making you quietly moan at the sensation.

“you did such a good job, baby.” wally cooes, placing a kiss to the top of your head “gonna have to get you to ride me more often.”

[caffeinatic]

So grateful to have been a part of the @phoenixwrightzine, and to have had the opportunity to collaborate with @somnimagus! May's art for the fic that I wrote is just phenomenal and really captures the vision I had as I was writing.

The zine is currently selling leftovers, and there's a possibility of running a small second printing of the hardcopy of the zine, which was such a unique piece of design work on the part of our formatting mod. (It's square, and it's beautiful, and I just love it.) You can express interest in the reprint on the zine's twitter or find out more about the project (and the left over sale!) on the carrd.

There's a snippet of the fic below, but the full version of Feenie's awkward interview with Fey & Co. Law Offices has been posted (with all of May's beautiful art embedded) on AO3.

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“Phoenix,” Mia begins in a reasonable tone, “why did you apply for an internship here?”

“Well, ma’am, I think that Fey and Co embodies the spirit of—” 

“No, no,” she interrupts. She chooses not to ask whether the talk of embodying spirits was intentional—surely he doesn’t know about her family, right? “I mean, why , Phoenix, did you choose to apply here when I don’t have an internship position to offer you?” 

The paint on the office door had barely dried, and despite the optimistic addition of the 'and Co.' after her own name, she hasn’t thought about hiring yet. The closest thing she has to a coworker is the plant she’d purchased to liven up the space, which she’s taken to calling Charley when there’s no one else around. “Were you aware of that when you dropped off your application?” 

“Yes, ma’am,” he says, stupidly honest and looking almost proud of himself for it. 

“But you applied here anyway.”

“Yes, ma’am.” 

“Phoenix, stop calling me ma’am.” 

“Yes—uh,” and he catches himself awkwardly before offering an uncertain, “Sir?”

Mia sighs, one hand cradling her brow in anticipation of the headache she will have when all this is done. “Call me Mia, please.”

“Of course. Mia.” 

[tacobellabeanburrito]

Alright guys Ace Attorney Characters and who they’d main in Smash Ultimate.

Phoenix: Sonic. MAYBE Mr. Game & Watch if he’s feeling silly. He gets people sooo angry when he plays Mr. Game & Watch.

Miles: …S….S-Sephiroth.

Larry: Girl Wii-Fit Trainer (Ya’ll know why)

Mia: She’s a Samus girly all the way. Or Piranha Plant sometimes if she’s feeling it (Because of Charley).

Maya: Kirby. Duh, both gluttonous powerhouses.

Pearl: Isabelle. No question. (Sometimes Villager).

Franziska: Shiek, obviously.

Klavier: He would sooo main King Dedede. Him and that smug penguin are made for each other. Both kings. (But he also chooses Daisy and Zelda sometimes cause he’s a princess too) (FEEL LIKE A FEM QUEEN).

Apollo: Fox, don’t even ask why I don’t know. He’s just such a nerdy little guy that of course he would main Fox.

Trucy: Banjo & Kazooie. Kinda like a Trucy and Mr. Hat duo. Sometimes Duck Hunt.

Kristoph: Princess Peach.

Gumshoe: Little Mac holy shit.

Lang: WOLF.

Kay: Joker. You’d think it’d be Falco but nah. Joker.

Simon: Snake. Oh for sure.

Sebastian: He’s a Megaman type of guy. Sometimes Lucas or Ness.

Dahlia: Jigglypuff. Oh, oh she gets people angry.

Iris: She sooo mains Rosalina.

Ray: My boy rotates between Sora, Steve and Incinaroar. Don’t ask why he just does. He’s silly like that.

Godot: Meta Knight (Because they’re both Spanish and mysterious? Noooo…. Maybe…) (Jk, it’d probably be Bayonetta)

Lana: Palutena girl all the way.

Ema: Loves R.O.B to death. Swear to god. Sometimes mains Ridley.

Justine: Byleth. Because you can’t not have someone who mains a Fire Emblem character.

[quietwingsinthesky]

I saw your Doctor biting post recently and it’s been stuck in my brain ever since. Do you think the companions would bite too?

yeah :)

donna and clara would take a little bit to warm up to it, but they'd be ones to bite back, absolutely. amy, too, cause amy bites, canon, but it might be a bit before that holds the same ritual importance as the doctor biting, before it becomes more than 'the doctor put his hand over amy's mouth to make her be quiet and amy bit him because. well. he put his hand over her mouth.'

i think bill might too, once or twice, because she offers for the doctor to bite her so he would offer back. she'd do it cause she's curious and she'd do it cause he trusts her. i don't know that martha would until later in their friendship. say: not when she says goodbye to him in s3, but when they meet again, absolutely. (also, there's a comic where she meets thirteen, sorry detouring i need to mention it cause i got to skim it at the bookstore the other day. ANYWAY. my point is that i don't think thirteen bites any of her current companions because Issues Girlie. but i think martha, hearing that she's a future doctor, that martha not only survives her but thrives, and seeing that the doctor is, still, despite her smiles, hurting. i think martha would bite thirteen. is what i'm saying. and i think for one moment, thirteen would allow herself the vulnerability of biting back.)

rose gets to bite the doctor during doomsday :) right after he tries to send her away to the other dimension and she comes back :) she bites him for the first time and it means i'm choosing you and this life and everything that comes with it, even what i don't understand but know that's important to you :) it's why he doesn't argue, cause she bites him, and it aches all the way until she slips beyond his fingers and can't keep that promise. bruises while he's running around with donna and i think it fucks him up pretty bad when that bruise fades :)

still learning charley, but oh, i think she would bite eight. charley will yes, and anything. if the doctor bites her, then she'll bite him back. and she'll bite him herself later, nip him to get his attention or fluster him. eight is very biteable can we blame her-

i haven't Finished thirteen's era so leave this opinion subject to change. but. like i said, won't let herself bite her companions, so they don't even know that that's an option, that that's important to her. i don't think ryan or graham ever get the chance or know. but. yaz probably does. yaz probably figures it out. (if she's not told, outright, because the master Does Not Like Her and will bring up clara and her bitey ways if only to mock yaz for not getting to in comparison. (<- guy who hated clara so so much and is now pretending that she was Better, Actually. issues boy.))

maybe she does, once, i'll see about that. i think i'm pretty secure on the doctor never biting back, though.

[xxgothchatonxx]

Ok, need to catch up, Renfield Anniversary Week Day 4, Favourite Side Character.

Honestly, all the side characters are scene-stealers. Teddy, Bella, Priest Charley Brewster, Fuck-You-Kyle, but especially the support group. They were so easy to like and engage with, that when their 'deaths' happened, I genuinely felt bad for them.

If I had to choose a favourite... it's got to be Mark.

Brandon Scott Jones nailed the comedic timing on every single one of those lines, including "Exactly! He won't grow to full power! WHAAAAT that's so weird, why did you phrase it like but YES HE'S RIGHT!" - kills me every time I hear it.

Honestly, this whole cast was just fantastic. But the side characters made this already fun film even more fun.

[kay-wren]

I'll Come Running - R.C. - Chapter 43

"What the hell just happened?" Pope asked as he was propped up against the Twinkie.

"I saved all your asses." Jessie retorted sternly, clearly over their bullshit. Jessie went straight to Kiara to take Charley back into her arms, Rafe and JJ following close behind her to usher everyone into the van.

Nobody knew what to say to Jessie's remark... she was right, but was that really how they wanted it handled?

"We didn't have to shoot anyone!" John B protested, clearly anxious about the situation.

"Didn't we John B? Didn't we?" Jessie asked angrily as she gave John B a death glare. "You know what," Jessie sat Charley down on the ground to play with whatever she found. "I'm tired of you guys acting like shit like this wasn't gonna happen. You go on treasure hunts, you get guns pointed at your heads, you do drugs, you pawn gold... people get killed! And just like so many years ago, I'm the only one that has the balls to protect you guys despite you dragging me through the shit with you that I never asked to be apart of! I don't need any more shit from any of you!"

Everyone was speechless, simply looking at Jessie trying to register how they should feel. JJ and Rafe however had already heard the speech, and they stood there awkwardly with their hands in their pockets.

"You guys can be mad at me all you want for leaving all those years ago without so much as a goodbye... but never forget one thing... I will always do the hard thing. Don't act so surprised like you don't even know me! You think I just went to New York and became some soft ass bitch? No! I ran with a group that's done far worse than what I just did." Jessie seethed, looking around at everyone. "And I'd do it again." Jessie stated calmly with a slight chuckle. Jessie was clearly done talking, yet nobody spoke up except for Rafe.

"You guys are taking Jessie and Charley back to JJ's, and JJ and I are staying here until you bring my truck back." Rafe stated calmly as he scratched the back of his head, trying to break the tension.

"What about the cross?" Pope asked.

"Oh would you forget about the damn cross-" Jessie started but was cut off by her brother.

"We're gonna get the cross... but we've got bigger issues to take care of first."

"Issues, oh yeah, issues! Issues my ass! Don't act like what I just did is an is-"

"Jessie," JJ raised his voice slightly in annoyance, giving his sister a wide side eye. "Shut up."

Rafe once again decided to try and de-escalate the situation... mainly just his wife.

"Look, Jess... no one's saying you didn't have a right to do it... we-they're all just a little shocked right now."

Jessie had no more words, instead she just scoffed and opened the door of the twinkie and called Charley over to her. The Pogues followed behind and Rafe and JJ both gave John B a sympathetic look as he drove away.

It was now just the two of them, the two men that loved Jessie the most in this world, the two men who would always come running to her rescue. This was a perfect example of that.

"Sooooo..." JJ trailed off with pursed lips as he kicked the leaves on the ground.

"Don't act like you didn't know this would happen." Rafe immediately interjected with a disgusted look on his face. He began to walk around, putting his hands behind his head to stretch and sighed deeply.

"She's just like you, ya know." JJ stated plainly.

"And what's that supposed to mean." Rafe spat.

"You'd both kill anyone or anything that was in your way, neither of you care what anyone else thinks about you... you're perfect for each other. You're like.. Bonnie and Clyde." JJ said through a laugh. "I never wanted to admit it but... you're both some hard headed ass bitches that can burn the whole world up simply because you choose to do it together."

"Then why have you always hated us being together?" Rafe asked sarcastically with knotted brows, now looking at his brother in law with hands on his hips, expecting an answer. JJ paused for a second before his half smile faded away.

"Because those same traits are exactly what can so easily be each other's downfall."

There was a hush between them, and Rafe knew what JJ was talking about. He had experienced the downfall.

"You both have gone through your whole lives looking for different vices, you both have very addictive personalities. If you don't keep it in check, that's how you end up hurting each other to the point of no return... literally. You two have the ability to be star crossed lovers or to be an atomic bomb. You hold each other's hearts so tightly you could strangle them to death in a minute."

Rafe said nothing once more, only looking down at the ground and scratching his neck once more with a slow nod of understanding.

"I was never scared that you didn't love her, dude... I was scared that you did."

Rafe just chuckled under his breath.

"JJ, I-I think that's the deepest thing I've ever heard you say." Rafe joked, clearly not knowing what to say. "But thank you... I think?"

"It was meant to be a compliment." JJ half smiled. Rafe reciprocated by smiling as well, both of them looking around and laughing as if they had made it.

"But, uh, you should know that I know you put that hole in the wall at Tanneyhill..." JJ said awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

Rafe's face dropped, clearly embarrassed and feeling the whole heartfelt conversation they had just had was flushed down the toilet.

"Yeah... I uh... got a little angry."

"We all get a little angry sometimes, man, but I trust that Jessie's wrath will always rain harder than mine, and that's what's keeping me from pummeling you right now." JJ only half joked. Still, Rafe laughed.

"Yeah, she uh... doesn't let me live much down."

"Oh I know. She can handle her shit."

"Clearly." Rafe replied with a swift nod of the head towards the entryway of the church. JJ laughed in response.

- - -

John B had finally made it back to the house, dropping the girls off and bringing Pope along with him to grab Rafe's truck back at Tanneyhill.

Not many words were exchanged between everyone on the way back to the Chat. Jessie simply exited the van with her daughter on her hip and walked faster than the rest of the girls to get inside first.

"Mommy, I wanna play." Those were the first words out of the toddlers mouth since the debacle. Jessie was grateful Charley clearly had no clue or at least had forgotten what unfolded based on the carefree look on her sweet face. Jessie sat down on the couch, Charley in front of her playing with the toy cars on the coffee table. She put her hands in her hair and looked down at the ground as she felt the couch sink on both sides of her, knowing Kie and Sarah were sitting down with her, both of them still at a loss for words.

Jessies emotions were throwing the girls off, she didn't seem sad or remorseful... she seemed laser focused and angry... at the Pogues most likely. Despite Jessie's unreadable expressions, she decided to snap out of whatever she was feeling and play with the toy cars with her daughter, carefully spinning the wheels of the bright red car towards the other hot wheel Charley was holding.

"No don't crash them, mommy!" Charley laughed as she sped her car away from Jessie's, who was pretending like she was chasing them. Jessie laughed in response, clearly entranced in her own little world with her toddler.

"Jessie..." Kiara finally spoke up barely above a whisper. "How are you not freaking out right now?" She asked with a look of disbelief. Jessie looked up to make eye contact with the girl to her left and simply shrugged.

"You wouldn't freak out either if you were protecting your family." Jessie simply put it, going back to playing cars with Charley. Kie simply looked over Jessie and made eye contact with Sarah. Ironically, Sarah didn't seem as shocked by the response as Kiara did. It's almost as if Sarah had seen the same... numb look in Rafe's eyes before... the same calm, chilling demeanor. Sarah couldn't decide if she understood Jessie's stance or not.

"You're probably hungry aren't you baby?" Jessie asked in an unusually cheery voice to her daughter.

"Yeah!" Charley enthusiastically replied as her eyes grew wide and her hands went up in celebration.

"Let's get you something to eat." Jessie responded as she got up from between the two girls and made her way into the kitchen. She fixed Charley a turkey and cheese sandwich with ketchup on the side, just how the toddler liked it. She of course didn't forget to cut the sandwich into four triangles. As Charley sat contently in the chair scooted close to the island to eat her sandwich, Jessie opened the fridge once more to help herself to a beer. Jessie and Sarah both watched Jessie open the glass bottle effortlessly against the counter top and take a large swig of the beverage. Considering it was the middle of the day, and Jessie wasn't much of a drinker (at least not anymore), to say they were shocked was an understatement. Still, the two girls were too intimidated to say anything. However, Jessie looked over to catch a glimpse of the looks of judgement and confusion on the two teenagers' faces.

"What?" Jessie snapped as she extended her hands out.

"Nothing." They both said and physically shook the looks off their faces, realizing they probably looked really judgmental. Jessie shrugged off the encounter by taking another drink of her beer and walking to her old room with a posture that showed she was still unphased.

Jessie sat on her bed and sighed, her head hung low. She realized in that moment she really needed a massage, her shoulders were so tense her head and neck started to hurt. She took a deep breath as she looked back up at the small wooden desk in front of her, the same desk she barely did any work at years ago, the same desk that was pretty much only used to house her dad's drugs. That reminded her... had that drawer been opened since she left? More importantly, were her buds still in there? Jessie hadn't thought about smoking since she found out she was pregnant, quickly learning to resist the urges and never picked the old habit back up even after Charley was born. She always viewed that activity as one that was almost sacred in a way, as if not smoking was a symbol that she was a new person.

Still, she couldnt help but feel like the same old Jessie in that moment, sitting in her old room, drinking whatever alcohol she could find, stressed as hell by whatever she had gotten herself into or tried to get someone out of. She felt like she sat there for hours contemplating her next move, but really it was only mere minutes before she inched her way closer to the desk. She remembered the room being so small she didn't even have to completely get off the end of the bed to open the tiny drawer. She opened the drawer to reveal all the old shit she had left in the desk, a notebook, pens, some old sunglasses, none of the items what she was hoping for. She felt like an addict again, as the sight of not seeing what she was looking for suddenly made her upset. She continued to delve her hand deeper into the back of the drawer, eventually finding what felt like a long, wadded up piece of paper. Bingo. The joint she found did not look anything like the ones she had rolled in high school, thank goodness. She was scared to smoke something that old. She figured JJ must've used her stash at some point, but of course made it a point to always have some on standby. She silently thanked her brother.

Jessie rolled the fresh joint in between her fingers, imagining the hit being way better than the four year old bud she expected to see in the drawer. She hadn't smoked in so long she imagined it would be like smoking for the first time again, her tolerance most likely had dwindled down drastically, but who was she to know until she tried it?

As she considered the pros and cons of lighting up, her mind wandered to Rafe. She remembered that drugs were exactly what drove her away from OBX in the first place. She hesitated, but then again, Jessie was never nearly as addicted to this stuff as Rafe was, right? And, it's not like she was snorting lines... this was just a little weed, right? Still, Jessie couldn't help but feel bad considering she left Rafe because of his drug problems, and ever since they got back together he had been off of them himself. But, then again, she could quit whenever she wanted to, addiction to drugs was never truly her problem. Or so she thought, until she was presented with just the right amount of stress and the perfectly rolled joint that just so happened to be so easily accessible. She convinced herself now was the time to do it. Still, she hesitated for her fears deep down inside her that this would start another battle of epic proportions that would affect both her and the people she loved. She had seen what one simple joint had done in the past. So, instead of smoking, she simply stuck the joint in her back pocket, not completely sure what she was planning on doing with it just yet.

[writteninlunarlight-years]

hello! I saw that you were doing matchmaking and I would like to request one from hazbin hotel, it would be very helpful for you to give me an idea so I can Draw (Creative Block D':) 𖦹 Name: Pia.

𖦹Sexuality: Bisexual.

𖦹Gender: Fluid gender.

𖦹Personality: INFJ, I consider myself empathetic, kind, calm and very sensitive. If someone comments on a game that I like, I will talk non-stop and tell the stories, data and theories.

𖦹 Appearance: (to be honest I wouldn't like to write it but I can tell you what my oc looks like) Her appearance is that of a moth with black and red tones, wings with 3 eyes on each side.

𖦹 Likes: animals and insects, especially foxes, rabbits, crows and moths, I really love video games, especially those about history or making decisions, reading horror books, cryptozoology, unsolved cases, the paranormal, I love nature a lot, I like comics, listening to metal and calm music, coffee.

𖦹I don't like: spiders, annoying noises, people who speak badly behind people's backs

𖦹 hobbies: Drawing would be my biggest hobby, I always draw anywhere, play video games and read.

𖦹Characters: I'm fine with any character except Valentino, Rosie, Nifty and Lute

𖦹Sorry if you don't understand, it's not my language.

~~~~~ MATCH UP ~~~~~

I love your original character! After choosing your match, I went to your blog and was very impressed with your artwork! You are so talented! I hope you like this and that it helps with your creative block!

I have chosen for you a character who is super loving, compassionate, supportive in all aspects, and, most importantly, a problem solver.

I present to you your match-------

Charlie Morningstar

~~~~~ HEADCANON ~~~~~

Charlie loves love, simple as that. She expects to be showered with love and admiration almost constantly in a relationship.

Charlie loves animals. If she hadn't opened the Hazbin Hotel, she definitely would have opened an animal rescue facility.

Charlie can get very overwhelmed with grand ideas at times, and because of this, watching you draw becomes one of her favorite pastimes. It's so relaxing.

When you explain to her how you watched or read about all these crime shows based on real murders in the mortal realm, she begins helping you find the people who committed them to question them.

Charlie will save you from any bug that dares thretens you, just expect her to want a few kisses as her reward.

Charlie has a mega sweet tooth, and she loves to make you your favorite coffee and other little snack cakes to munch on when you two have long nights working together.

If she can't draw her image for the hotel or her next master plan, she will come to you and ask you to help her pull it.

Charlie tries to learn how to play video games with you. However, like how she enjoys your drawing, she ends up just sitting there watching you, which is a pastime she enjoys enough.

~~~~~ BLURB ~~~~~

You were sitting in your room setting up your new computer; you had to sneak in so Alastor didn't destroy it. As you were mid-set up, Charlie sat on your bed, slumping in the sheets. "What seems to be the problem, my love?" you asked Charlie as you finished the first part of the setup. "It's the worst, Pia; my dad wants to come and visit us." You laughed at Charlei's theatrics, "Charlie, I thought you and your dad made up." Charlie groaned into the bed again, and you smiled softly, walking over to the bed and sitting next to her. Charlie repositioned and laid her head on your lap.

"I have made up with him. I just don't know. Showing him my partner seems like a big step. What if he doesn't like you." You sighed and ran your hand through Charlie's hair gently. "I think all will be fine. When is he coming?" Charlie looked away from you at the wall, taking her two pointer fingers and pressing them together softly. "Uh, well, in maybe less than five minutes at this point." Before processing what Charlie was saying to you downstairs, you heard a loud boom as the front doors opened. You and Charlie got up and made your way to the main lobby.

As you both walked downstairs, Lucifer ran straight to his daughter, grabbing her and holding her close. You stood back, watching the moment, laughing gently. Hearing your presence, Luficer set Charlie down and came over to you. "Why, hello, dear friend! My name is Lucifer, and as you may know, I am the King of Hell. It is a pleasure to meet you. We already have so much in common I also love and adore my Charlie Bear and we have wings" You laugh as Charlie comes over and begins smakcing her dads arm moving him away from you. This is a little family you could see yourself forever as part of.

~~~~~ EXTRA ~~~~~

(You are trying really hard to teach Charlie how to play the basic of basic video games, Mario Kart)

Pia: No, Charlie, my love. It's motion-controlled. You just have to tilt the controller, not your whole body.

Charlie: If I don't tilt my whole body, how will the car know I want it to turn faster.

Pia: (laughs) Charlie, that is not how motion controls work.

(As you two finish the race, Angel dust comes in)

Angel: Woah, that is one of those new game things Vox has been selling.

Pia: Yeah, it is. Want me to teach you how to play, too?

Angel: Ah, hell with it, why not.

(Without so much as telling Angel how to play, he won his first game)

Charlie: That's it, Pia. The game is rigged; the little guy on the cart hates me.

Pia: (laughing uncontrollably) Oh, brother.

[darkfictionjude]

I'm the etymology nonnie, and today is my birthday (I turn 25, which means I'm officially old).

I didn't need to say it, but I wanted to anyways. Maybe I'm just abusing the parasocial relationship. We aren't even acquainted, not truly. Even though I'm sure I'm at least some sort of entity in your brain.

But I didn't came here to speak about my failings and mortality, nor to make you uncomfortable with ramblings about the weirdness of parasocial relationships.

I had some things I wanted to comment.

1) In the fake date quest, we get to recommend a country for the couple to visit. A part of me wonders, however, if the "mom said we had relatives from there" is actually an option for all the countries listed, or is only present in some (I chose Colombia, by the way, in part because if I remember correctly Imre has some roots there, and because my own country, Chile, was not an option and I didn't want to choose Argentina just because we are close geographically). If that's the case, did you plan this addition from the beginning, or was somehow influenced for the ask about the possible hispanic Crown family origin (but, basically, giving in a way a choice to the player, at least to some extent, to choose a specific place where the family could have some roots)?

2) I must admit, although MC and I have different birthday dates, I did imagine a bit my MC (who is male as I am) and Imre spending MC's birthday. Maybe a dinner together, the usual cake, some dancing. As well as the horizontal kind of dancing, if you get what I mean (I'm so cringe, why did I write this? Lol). I'm living vicariously though an MC that hasn't even reached that point in his life yet. And worse, I wouldn't want to be MC either. So this must be Imre's fault. (Have in mind this point was not meant to be a question of any sort, like the first one was, because I'm aware you only want to answer one question at a time; I'm just putting everything together just to not spam your ask box).

3) I wanted to praise the side quest structure presented in the newest update. While it lacks the immersion that the first side quests acquirement had, I think it's more convenient and clear. I knew I was making a choice, and allowed me to make an informed choice of what I wanted to experience. I also enjoyed how the fake dating side quest changed depending on how MC tried to fulfil Charley parents expectations. My MC may not be fit, but damn if I wasn't going to make sure he tried his best at sports. He didn't exercise during his confinement to be defeated by a pigskin, no sir.

You do occupy some small part in my brain etymology nonnie I remember all the nonnies that are named (that sounds oddly romantic 💀💀💀💀😭😭😭)

1. Yes actually it was influenced by the thought that the crown family could have Hispanic origins. I thought it would be a clever way to add ethnicity and background in a way that came naturally into the story. It’s for all the places you can choose so mc can come from anywhere depending on where they’d like to go. I did something interesting though in that all the “anglo” countries it was your father that said you have relatives there and all the “non-anglo” countries that your mom says her side of the family comes from.

2. Not the horizontal dance 😂

3. Oh and thank you. I know the first round of side quests was immersive but I wanted it to be clean on the second round. To have every player see the side quests available and what they entail plus I felt like it needed to be different this time around as mc has sort of stumbled into entrepreneurship. And yeah I did really want the theme of traditional gender norms to colour the fake dating side quest given how disgustingly antiquated Charley’s parents are

And happy 25th!! If Imre was real he’d be 24 years older than you, ah age gap relationships

[lavishtine]

Another School Spirits theory I have is that Charley now has the opinion to crossover if he so pleases, but has actively choose to stay. He might not even realize he could go, but I think if he actually had a desire to crossover, then he would have been able too before Dawn herself did. Dawn had no more strings attached, while Charley is fulfilled, but not really to leave behind the only friends he's ever known and the love of his life.

[little-alien-duck]

“I know, take my hand anyway” makes me go absolutely bonkers. there is no confirmation that he takes her hand but after all that there is exactly zero chance that charley would have just continued walking in silence with him if he didn’t and the image of the two of them leaving the tube and stepping out into the unknown together, holding hands not because they need to but because they choose to is so perfect and the way that it mirrors the beginning of the episode where the doctor is so reluctant to hold her hand and then in the end he takes her hand after they’ve both just acknowledged that he doesn’t need to but he does it anyway is an absolutely brilliant way to end the episode.  

[jgroffdaily]

Merrily We Roll Along review summary Part 3 (updated)

Johnny Oleksinski, NY Post

You would be floored by the acting of Jonathan Groff, Daniel Radcliffe and Lindsay Mendez, whose perfect chemistry is acting alchemy.

And you would be dead certain you did not just sit through a perfunctory trotting-out of a notorious Broadway disaster, but one of the best and most alive musicals of the season.

Sondheim’s opening lyric, “yesterday is done,” couldn’t be truer or as welcomed as it is here.

If you’ve ever seen the fantastic Groff in concert, you know he’s a singer who loves to make eye contact with audience members. That quality — his desire for personal connection — is what makes him such a strong, layered, sympathetic Frank. And his hopeful glance is what sells an unobtrusive but vital new ending.

Matt Windman, AMNY

The most important change to “Merrily” over the years has been to make Frank more sympathetic and less of a jerk. Groff, who combines the looks and charisma of a young matinee idol with tender sensitivity, is the ideal Frank–someone who everyone else can’t help but fall in love with, which is why his pals self-destruct when Frank loses his way

Darren King, Forbes

“Merrily” is the story of Franklin Shepard (Jonathan Groff, bearing the gravitational pull of a small planet), a promising composer turned successful hack producer. Franklin’s ascent, or descent, is told in reverse-chronological order, from 1976 to 1957.

It’s also the story of the three-way friendship between Franklin and artistic kindred spirits Charley Kringas (Daniel Radcliffe, feverishly attacking the role) and Mary Flynn (Lindsay Mendez, channeling the sharpness and sadness of Dorothy Parker beautifully). Fortunately for the show, the three stars are plainly made for one other. Their chemistry, particularly in the symbiotic movements of “Old Friends” (the choreography is by Tim Jackson) suggest decades’ worth of familiarity and backstory. You find yourself barracking for a friendship that, as you’ve already seen, ends up in pain and recrimination.

Though “Merrily” has nothing to offer in terms of dazzling scenic design or special effects — in that way, the show remains true to its Off Broadway origins at the New York Theatre Workshop — what the show offers, instead, is an utter inundation of overwhelming human feeling. Moment for moment, it is the most intensely emotional show on a Broadway stage in recent memory. It reaches a point where a flip remark on a rooftop, for example, utterly devastates.

“Merrily” breaks the heart; it fills it up. I left the theater utterly spent; I can’t wait to see it again.

Brian Scott Lipton, Cititour.com

Choosing Groff to portray Franklin proves to be a stroke of genius, and not just because his golden throat does justice to some of Sondheim’s best songs. His undeniable good looks and obvious charm make it entirely reasonable that Franklin would inwardly believe he always deserved success and therefore ignores its cost to both himself and others, over and over again.

[justm3di0cr3]

⋆˚.⭒⋆𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓁ℯ𝓎'𝓈 ℰ𝓃𝒹 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

Finally got to this- this is one of the three ending to my Happy hunts events btw :) this was a bit rushed thou

@midnightmah07 @viilpstick

Poppy fumbled the paper in her hand, puzzled and frustrated at being unable to figure this one out.

Before she could ponder longer, a buzzer was heard marking the end of the game

Some one had won.

Poppy rushed towards her family's cottage seeing the children already crowded, cheering for the winner.

Making way through the dense group, Poppy was met with surprise at Charley, standing victorious.

An adult had already checked his sheets, confirming that he didn't cheat.

Open spotting Poppy, he ushered her forward. Epel was already beside him.

"Look what I choose!"

He opened his fist. Inside was a necklace with a small chipped cup for a charm.

"It's so cute, Charley!!!"

"i know right Poppy! I'm gonna give this to my mom. "

"Oh! I'm sure she'll love it! "

While this continued, Poppy noticed Epel's silence.

She patted Charley's back as he ran off to show his prize to the other kids and made way to Epel, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"You upset cause you didn't win? "

"Kinda... "

She just chuckled and hugged him.

"Come one Epel! Don't be so dull and grumpy. As long as you had fun today, it's still worth it, right? "

With a sigh, he nodded, holding Poppy in his arms as well as he returned the hug.

Maybe he'll participate next year too.

[nvzblgrrl]

I get irritated by posts treating the Eighth Doctor as being inoffensively perfect.

Like god, I like the character, but there's so many conversations to be had about his problems, directly and metatextually.

You have a character who's 'defining' period was a post-regeneration episode (meaning that his writing is as generic as it gets because the writers haven't settled on all the themes for the new Doctor yet) which featured amnesia, body horror/torture, and romance - which, for a lack of other 'first degree' canon for him, became the major themes for Eight for years after; even the 'highly skeptical companion' maintains theme unless that companion was inherited from another Doctor, even when it doesn't make sense (ex: Charley maintaining a high skepticism about most of what Eight is about in Storm Warning even though she has no reason not to believe him about certain things - except when the plot needs her to do an about-face and trust him to a degree far greater than she reasonably should). Eight also suffers from having three main 'canons' - the EDAs, the DWM comics, and then Big Finish (which took over as his main post revival), all of which drew from the problems laid down by my previous point ('source' is one TV movie post-regen story rather than even one season's worth of episodes with a variety of themes to choose from) and further hampered by their own issues; the EDAs inherit a certain amount of the VNAs excessive darkness and ability to exceed conventional ratings (thus stapling in the body horror aspects, on top of romance), DWM leans on a fairly generic characterization which is 'nice' (the same thing happened with their version of the Sixth Doctor), and then Big Finish comes in after 5 years of that all cooking and tries to work with what they have there... which is still a rather generic Doctor...

Eight, as all Doctors really are, is written as a counter-argument to their predecessor, but with the disadvantage of that conversation being with the distorted idea of the Seventh Doctor as a near malign force thanks to how the VNAs took the character and his relationship with his companions (Ace in particular) being viewed from a biased point of view (Ace being a very opinionated character at the best of times), which means that Eight's part of the conversation is born distorted - but since it's in contrast to a 'negative' distortion and his own traits tending towards the 'nicely generic', his looks more favorable in contrast.

However, if one is willing to scratch the surface more (and I do think that this is addressed directly by writers, rather than the fans), you find a Doctor who's conversation with his predecessor gets better with time and exploration.

Eight, in his conversation with his predecessor, has almost become 'the Anti-Doctor' - not in the sense of being actively evil, like the Time Lord Victorious or the Valeyard, or doing harm like the War Doctor, but in being incredibly passive and avoidant of committing to things that he would rather perform or reduce his own actions to petty empty gestures than even run the risk of committing himself to an action that could backfire.

This Doctor has on two different occasions, failed to regenerate because he didn't have even the willpower to pass the torch onto the next incarnation, despite (or, more likely because of) his first choice in a lot of scenarios being 'self-sacrifice time' - in the second case, because a War he'd been avoiding (because he didn't want it to be /his fault/ if it went bad despite it already going bad in the first place) led to him meeting a potential companion that rejected him automatically because of him being a Time Lord (so the sacrifice there was effectively for nothing). Yes, Eight tries to sell himself as being a bastion of determination... but that's a carry over from the previous faces, not this one's own trait.

As for commitment... look, this Doctor tried to walk back saying 'I love you'. He never makes plans, he rarely ever accepts that maybe Seven had a little bit of a point about 'keeping track of things', and he just falls back on doomerism with a... distressing repetition that does however fit with the fact that this is the Doctor most likely to fail a regeneration. He's a pinball protagonist that other characters point out simply has no motive to do anything without an opposing force.

Like, again, I'm not a hater - I just wish people were willing to play with and have a conversation with this Doctor in a meaningful way, rather than focus on the superficial... which I myself did in the past, which is part of why I'm so thorny about it now. Superficiality is boring in Doctor Who - engage with the characters and their flaws just as much as their strengths and turn them into better stories.