#hoo should i tag everyone. sure

[starrycrim]

If you had to assign a theme song to each of your characters, what songs would they be and why? We think about this a lot with our OCs, and we believe personally that Ace's theme might be Crazy = Genius by P!ATD. But that might just be bcuz we fangoy over that band!

On a side note, we'd like to know what bands you enjoy listening to? And which genres?

hihi! oc questions make me very happy and are always welcome <3 just for fair warning, I’m a little bad at assigning songs to characters but. I’ll try! I don’t really have a definitive single theme song(tm) for some characters so these are tentatively unofficial haha, but just for fun!

sol- mulled over different ones but the one that kept sticking out is ‘Hope for the Future’ by Bastille. very in line with their character themes and the kind of person they are.

lyra- this one was the hardest surprisingly. but ‘Passing Through’ by Kaden MacKay feels right. both the calm vibe of the song feels fitting as well as themes of making the most of their time and being with the people they love. kinda taking time to slow down in the moment of life being fast.

niko- think I’ve mentioned this one before, but I like ‘Get Used To It’ by Ricky Montgomery a lot for him. a lot of her backstory’s about trying to make things better than they were, both for themself and for others. so this one feels right.

june- the only one that wasn’t hard at all. ‘The Villain I Appear To Be’ by Connor Spiotto/Molly Pease. the most junecore song to ever song

hazel- ‘Synesthesia’ by Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness for them. song gives me autumnal vibes for a reason I can’t describe, and the calm feel and the lyrics fit them and how much they love their partner Robyn and would do anything for them. <3

regan- haven’t shown them off here yet (soon), but to those who do know them :> ‘The Ruse & The Caper’ by Coyote Theory. they’re very close with their partner Ozu- they have a really strong connection with each other, and love each other for who they are. this song is very rezu to me

(rest under readmore because i worry this is getting too long otherwise)

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as for ace- it is hard for me to assign One song to them bc they are such a complex chara along with the fact that I struggle at assigning songs anyways so I’ll try for a few (mostly based on lyrics). I would do multiple for all my charas if it didn’t mean that this post would be years long, so if you want more than one for my other charas feel free to msg me or ask :>

- ‘Kaibutsu’ (eng version) from Beastars! (linking this one bc there’s a few diff versions! I did a redraw of this album art with them actually :>)

- ‘Warmth’ by Bastille. this song is very ‘finding comfort in the people you love when the world around you is so overwhelming’ and that strikes me as the kind of person that ace would want to be for others.

- ‘Humpty Dumpty’ by AJR. fits with their struggling with hiding their problems from others because they don’t really have a good support system, and don’t want to burden or worry that others already have enough going on. they do end up confiding in the player- I think the player’s one of the people who they trust and care about the most.

- if I had to pick a P!ATD song for ace, I’d probably pick ‘Dying in LA’ myself. it feels very ‘ace while they’re in team meteor’ to me, where their desperation and loneliness gets taken advantage of and they’re recruited into this Unhealthy Bad situation that they clearly don’t agree with- but hey, it’s better than being alone like they were before, right?

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as for me, my favorite band is bastille! as you might’ve been able to tell already, haha. although I’m also fond of AJR, fitz & the tantrums, coyote theory, ricky montgomery, imagine dragons, and p!atd :> in no order! as for genre, it’s hard to describe what single genre(s) I love since it tends to depend but I like stuff that Feels right to me. a lot of once off songs from someone I’ve never heard of just catch my attention immediately- sometimes that’s something meaningful and chill, other times higher energy, fun to sing along to. that kinda stuff!

thanks for the ask <3 I love talking about my beloveds. this was fun! please always feel free to send asks or say hi if you want! I’m (reasonably) active both here, twitter, and on discord :>

[megamindsupremacy]

Behold: my friend group's collaborative and extremely thought-out official Riordanverse character ranking chart. This took over an hour of heated discussion and arguments to work out. The discourse over whether Jack counted as an animal companion or not. Me shouting down the entire room until they let me put Bianca in the Great Tier. The debate over whether we should separate cute and hot into different tiers. The impassioned argument that Khufu counted as a goat and should be in the GOAT tier. The google-images fanart for some of the characters without official art. This thing has it all.

[nebuladreamz]

A little different than last year's, but here we are again. To say that this past year hasn't been absolutely wild would be a lie, cause HOLY SHIT MAN

This year's birthday is. A little different for me, but you already have the silly comic to show that so I won't make like a broken record oops

But, despite the changes and hills that life's decided I should climb or throw at, it hasn't changed the fact that I'm so genuinely fucking thankful to the people that I've known since joining this fandom. I'm not even kidding when I say that being here has actually changed my life for the better. I know I said something similar last year, but this time, hoo boy it sure turned up the AMP and test how far I could go.

So, to everyone, both new and old; thank you for being here :D

@garbagechocolate @darkxsoulzyx @smoljeanius @bunmuffin @skizabaa

@tuzesdays @sleepykas @fernzwing @kandidandi @starsketchez

@just-a-drawing-bean @notdysfunk @ilsole @amberluvsbugs @cloudyvoid

@nomsthecat @alfinefalf @nosleepygay @theblog-with-thestuff

@cacaocheri

(Edit: ty kibbits for informing me of the. Fuck ass tagging system)

AND TAGGING OTHERS BECAUSE. POINTS. BONKS WITH HEAD. GETTING TO EITHER INTERACT OR TALK OR WHATEVER IS ALWAYS A DELIGHT

@ohno-the-sun @kibbits @ink-yy @saltyfryz @kaprisvn

@hierba-picante @sunny-sophies-garden @cookiiemancer @sneeblbop @justaduckarts

@pepethehumanz @crystalmagpie447 @woolysstuff @mocha-illustrates @duhsty1

@sanchensky @pillowspace @victarin @witherfide

[I DEFINITELY GOT SONAS WRONG AND THESE AREN'T ALL THE SILLY PEOPLE I KNOW BUT IM SITTING HERE AT 2:30 IN THE MORNING JUST KNOW YOU'RE THERE IN SPIRIT HANDING YOU ALL POPTARTS WAUGH]

[sugar-plum-writer]

No One Else <3

Tags: Creampie; rough sex; cum-play; size kink; over-stimulation; public sex; whored out; spanking; unprotected sex; manhandling; MDNI (18+!); smut; NSFW + NSFW; Public Sex; humiliation; degradation kink; porn with little plot; fem!reader

A/n: Finally I am back from Hiatus~ my college exams over woo-hoo! enjoy this fic~ feel free to send asks and your ideas for other fics~

Synopsis: What happens when your boss- The Gojo Satrou your boss the CEO sees you fucking the manager instead of him? How could you? aren't secretaries of CEO's meant to seduce the CEO's?

Word count: 2.2k

Gojo

Moans escaped your lips as you sat on your manager's lap; you've always been the pretty obedient secretary everyone loved- hell you were always looked up to by the people around you at work. The perfect "secretary" of CEO Gojo Satoru of the multi-billion dollar company "The Gojo Corporation" just their logo the italic fancy "G" was enough for everyone to bow their heads in respect.

Your boss being the most sought after bachelor- tall, handsome, rich, future head of the Gojo Corporation who could manipulate the global market with a lift of his finger. You liked him who would not? though you never confessed as well- why would he ever look your way when top models, actresses, etc where always around him?

"Who knew you were such a natural huh? CEO Gojo must sure love having his way with you", kissing your neck and whispering in a deep voice- his eyes darkened as he smirked biting your neck and leaving hickeys

"Ah- ", your eyes glossy as you grinded on his bulge trying to earn even a little bit of stimulation- "B- Boss Satoru… hah…he never fucked me till now", you blurted out as you panted

You were fucking your manager- scandalous? yes; if anyone saw you right now? Hell, Gojo will chew you out alive and even fire you for breaking the rules. The only reason you were even taking this risk was because the manager was hot and your brain just had lost it today from stress

As you looked into his eyes as you kissed him- the olive green eyes nearly hypnotized you, he could never beat your boss Gojo's hotness but hey? who can blame you for getting the second-hottest guy to fuck you? especially with how frustrated with work you are these days.

Non-stop meetings, travel from one country to another, prepare your boss Gojo's documents, schedule, deal with his affairs and what not

Gotta Blow off some steam cause working overtime for money is not enough to fulfill your needs

"Is that so? hm-", chuckling darkly he grabbed you by the jaw "Well- a secretary as good as you deserve to be fucked we-"

Before the next words could be uttered the door suddenly opened- making your jaw drop in horror. It was your boss- Gojo Satoru the CEO

His Italian leather shoes shined as usual- was it the new Armani shirt he was wearing? your eyes looked him up and down nervously as you got off your manager's lap. Sharp black suit, his white hair swept back making him look even bossier than before- and the cold look in his azure eyes- made you gulp

You are fucked today, aren't you?

"Oh, sir! This-" your manager tries to speak, his hands shaking as got up from the chair, "Fired"

Without batting his eyes he just walked towards you, hands in his pockets- sharp- intimidating- completely different from how he normally was

The look he was giving you made you shudder- your legs nearly going weak

"Boss- this! I can explain-" Coming to your senses you scrambled to explain

"How annoying", he grabbed you by the jaw tilting your head as he gazed at the hickies your manager had left even more pissed, "Is my secretary this much of a whore? Should have added that to your resume tsk"

"S-Sir!- please- I really"

"Really what? my dear secretary?", his grip tightening on your wrist as he dragged you with him outside. The whole office floor was looking at you two awe-struck about what the hell was going on

Why is the secretary's neck covered in hickies today?

How did the Miss perfect secretary get on Mr. Gojo's bad side?

"Do you wanna be fucked that badly?", with a whisper he chomped down on your neck- teeth grazing your neck- over the hickies the manager had left- blood coating his lips as he looked into your eyes- so possessively it was scary

"G-Gojo- ah! it hurt-", wincing you tried to push him away making him only pin you against the wall biting harder- as if ingraining into your bones on who you belonged to

"Gojo- Sir-!" gasping you cling to him as tears trickled down your eyes, "E-Everyone is- hah look-!" Before any words could be uttered, he kissed you hard with his tongue biting your lips and making you breathless

"Hah so?"

"Taking the risk of getting fired for him is fine? fucking me the man who owns the place is embarrassing? huh", pulling back- a string of saliva connected you both; he brought his knee up and grinded against your cunt. The expensive suit probably worth more than your months of salary combined covered in your slick.

"Ah-" you gasped as the sudden wave of pleasure hit you- "Gojo!" eyes wide you dug your nails into his back- your poor cunt was ruthlessly being abused by him right now

"Please- Merc-y! ah-", you squirmed pathetically but he just got even harsher

"Shall we show them all, how much of a whore you are? hm? The oh-so-perfect secretary is a hidden slut?", he whispered darkly sending goosebumps down your spine

It was pathetic how even in such a situation your cunt just kept getting wetter- your slick covered his pants as his knee continued to grind against your pussy. All sloppily and puffy asking for mercy as it dripped in front of the whole office.

"I-I am not a Slu-! ah!" you moaned again as you squirmed, "Then what are you getting even wetter for huh?", smirking he leaned in, "You wanna cum so bad? Shall I make you cum my dear secretary?"

"W-What? G-Gojo please…'tis too m-mu-" Before another word could be said his grinding got even harsher, "Ah- ahh-" gasping you arch your back cumming all over his pants- juices all gushing out dripping all over the pristine floor

"hah- ah..." you panted your brain hazily- hell your legs were still shaking from the intense orgasm- "Gojo…Sir..", you gazed up at him with your glassy eyes

"Fuck…" he whispered under his breath

"Guess I really should have fucked you before huh?", removing his tie he dropped it on the floor while simultaneously he removed his coat- god- he wanted to fuck you till he owned you- the way you were looking at him was better than all imaginations he conjured up while he jerked off thinking of you

"Y-Your heard everything? i-inside?", hearing his words made your eyes widen- goosebumps spreading across your skin after all how long was he standing? how did he know? so many questions swirled your already hazy brain

"I did", with a smirk he spoke, his voice strained by how much he was holding himself back from his ramming his dick into you

"A good secretary deserves to be fucked well right?", with a dark animalistic gaze he leaned in as he whispered- his deep voice enough to make you lose your mind; god have mercy

You don't know why but the way he said it made the walls of your cunt clench tight oozing with desire- You might at this point give in to being fucked in front of the whole office

"Mr.Gojo should have had his way long ago huh? How much of a natural you are", he continued to whisper as his hands went to your clitoris stroking it and making you moan even harder as you held onto him

"Ah-", your brain already felt hazy from the previous intense orgasm, "'toru- please..please..I wanna cum! Please!", the pleasure again was making your brain numb- the whispers, his hand on your clit, stroking it- teasing you while you gasped and moaned in front of the whole office

"I don't think so- after all which good secretary goes and fucks her manager instead of her boss huh?", he smacked your cunt- making it even more puffy as pre-cum dripped out of you

"N-No…Ah! I mean-", whining your grip on him tightened even more- tears spilled out- the pleasure was too good, and at this point, you did not care he was fucking you in front of the whole office

"You keep forgetting whose paycheck you are on dear- what about him even made you think he could give it to you better huh?", pissed he pinched your clitoris making you mewl and cum instantly

It was too much- he was too mean- the pleasure was too much- you were nothing but a mess right now- cum dripping all over, tear-stained face- voice cracked from all the moaning- you wanted to save your poor cunt from more abuse- but it felt so good

He looked so hot hell just when you thought he could not get hotter he just did

The carnal gaze, his icy cold blue eyes looking into yours, tie and coat on the floor, shirt unbuttoned, his hair slight bit messy- while he made you cum again and again- his deep voice- you were melting under him all the while the employees just stood stunned

"If you had seduced me like a good secretary does- you would not be like this you know?", smirking he sat down on the couch kept in the center of the office floor; all the eyes still on you two, "It's time you really show the skills you got darling"

Mind hypnotized by the sheer desire you were feeling right now- you literally crawled to him- legs shaking from the previous orgasms as you looked up at him- embarrassed, shameful, literally you felt so humiliated right now you could die but hey? even god won't blame you right? he was so- hypnotic it's like he just knew how to have his way

"Y-Yes Sir...", pushing your hair aside he brought your face close to his dick, "I don't think I need to tell you want to do?"

"No sir...", hazily you started sucking on his dick dragging your tongue from the base to the tip- he was so big; you knew he was big but this big? the veins on his dick pulsing as his hand gripped the back of your head

"Fuck..", he tossed his head back, "-should have done this long back"

You kept sucking, pre-cum dribbling down your chin as you kept going- tongue swirling around the tip

"Shit- Fuck-" , without a warning he rammed his dick deep into your mouth- deep throating you as he buried your face into his crotch

"G-Gojo- ah!", chocking on his dick tears trickled down your eyes from pleasure. His cum dripped out of your mouth, your face covered in cum as you gazed up at him. Next thing you knew he pulled you onto his lap and rammed his dick into your pouty sloppy and pathetic cunt- he was too big- your poor hole had to work overtime to adjust to his length with how big he was

"'toru..", you looked at him in the eyes with the last bit of rationality gone. You really had lost it today- how will you ever face the office from here on out? secretary letting her boss fuck her in the middle of the office floor and even sucking his dick for him? That too the CEO Gojo Satoru of the "Gojo Corporation" quite the headline for the morning news- the list goes on as you imagined the headlines

"Dragged from fucking manager to boss!"

"What's the relationship between Mr. Gojo and his secretary?"

"Did Mr. Gojo pay her? How much money was involved?"

"Secret revealed! learn to suck Dick from Mr. Gojo's secretary! Exclusive interview from sugar daddy website editor!"

...

Smirking he started stroking your clit again rubbing your clitoris- fingers moving in circles teasing you so much you could hit him- too bad your whole body was shaking right now. The smirk that always made your heart flutter, was making your heart flutter even now; though you tried to bury the feelings it never worked and certainly not right now

"You really are quite the piece of work~ huh dear secretary?", he whispered as he continued to jerk you off while his dick kept ramming into you, "'toru! ah! 'tis too much...I can't!...I really can't!", digging your nails onto his back you continued to moan

"You can, you are a good secretary of mine aren't you? be a good girl and cum", increasing his pace he stretched your folds making you curl your toes from pleasure and intensity your vision went white for a minute you though you could see the gates of heaven

"I-'m cumming!...ah! 'toru!" burying your face of the crook of his neck you came again at this point you had no idea how many times you came- all you knew was just pleasure in your hazy mind as you knocked yourself out exhausted

Little did you know Gojo in the mean time you were asleep on his lap- continued to make the employees work unbothered of everything that happened as he carried you in his arms- all security footage and everything was over-ridden and edited- you were all his after all- and only he get's to have his way like this with you

As for your Manager may lord have mercy on him, how dare he think he could lay his hands on you?

"Just say the word and it's yours after all- there is nothing I Gojo Satoru cannot do all you gotta do you open your mouth darling~"

Link to my Masterlist!

[beefscrap]

!!! DESIGN A STORY CHARACTER CONTEST !!!

Finally, it’s here! To celebrate 400 PLUS followers now, I’m hosting a WOF design challenge/contest! Your mission is to design a character that’s going to appear in TBoFS 2. The character is already decided, and you’ll be given information/prompts to design them. First place winner will have their design be the official design for the character, and anyone who doesn’t win can keep theirs! So keep in mind that if you win, I’ll be the ‘owner’ of your design and the character.

!!! GENERAL INFO !!!

- 1ST PLACE PRIZE: Your design will be the official design in the story! You also get a free dumb doodle from me of any OC (or character) you want.

- 2ND PLACE + 3RD PLACE: You’ll each receive a doodle, as well as being featured as winners when they’re announced! Of course!

- Anyone else who submits a design will get honorable mentions, and your design will be linked when winners are announced.

- Very little artistic bias is involved. Not being able to ‘draw well’ isn’t an issue, as long as you have good ideas and a good imagination!

- DESIGNS ARE DUE BY [ Friday, December 20th ] !!! I’ll have results by December 25th!

- I’ll personally be picking the top 3, then put a poll up that lasts for 1 DAY. This will determine the winners.

- TO SUBMIT YOUR DESIGN: Either tag me in a post or send in my asks inbox! I will be reblogging/posting with the hashtag #TBOFS2DESIGNCHALLENGE (and you can post with the tag too ofc!)

- Please ask questions if you have them!

!!! RULES !!!

- I have faith in people but PLEASE BE NICE! I don’t want fighting for any reason, I don’t want unwanted criticism of people’s designs, etc. I want this to be enjoyable for EVERYONE, even if you don’t win!

- You may only submit ONE DESIGN! If there’s some sort of issue where you need to resubmit, just let me know!

- Another reminder that the first place winner gives me ownership of the design, and I’ll put them up on my Toyhouse folder. Please don’t submit to win if you’re uncomfortable with this!

- I have faith about this too, but just in case: don’t submit inappropriate art. If I find out you draw gross feral art/sexualize dragons I won’t accept your design and you’re blocked.

- Similarly, no design you submit should be offensive or hateful in any way.

!!! DESIGN INFO !!! finally the fun stuff

- The character is a PURE NIGHTWING.

- I prefer to stick to MOSTLY canon color choices, but some deviation from this is welcome! Ask if you aren’t sure, but feel free to look at the character designs in my TBoFS Toyhouse folder. That should give a good idea.

- Adding accessories and even little headcanons for the character are fully welcomed and encouraged (keeping in mind that some headcanons may not end up to be true, lol!)

- Name ideas are welcome, too!

- YOUR GENERAL PROMPT IS: a snobby, intelligent, standoffish Nightwing who does not believe in animus magic as it exists.

- Keeping my prompt pretty vague so you can have fun! The best designs (to me) are ones that’re recognizable. Not necessarily jam packed with accessories and colors and stuff… just recognizable.

- Your designs may be sketched, lined, etc, but my main requirements are that it’s at least a fullbody + colored. You CAN add more visuals to the design if you want (front face view, mouth view, paws, wing view, etc etc). It does NOT have to be digital!

Woo hoo! Have fun and thank you again for your support!

[glamrpmeme]

𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟏 ... 𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒-𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑠.

It's time for our first SLEEPOVER, glam fam! It is in no way mandatory to take part in this sleepover, as this is all just meant as good fun and to stir the pot a little. If you do decide to participate, please follow the steps listed below.

Make sure that your ask is open with the anonymous feature turned on.

Please reblog this post from all the characters you want to participate. This will allow you to see who's involved under "notes".

Remember to tag all your sleepover replies with #glamcitymeme and #glamcitysleepover

Try to send at least one ask to each character participating, to make this sleepover fun for everyone.

And finally have a ton of fun and remember that IC does not equal OOC, meaning that if you receive an unkind ask, it's not an attack on you as a writer.

SIDENOTE: Should you receive an ask that you as a writer don't want to answer due to it being out of your comfort zone, please remember that you don't have to. This is all meant in good fun and we want to keep it that way.

HYE have you ever? (the question could be: HYE: have you ever gone back to an ex?)

FMK fuck marry kill

KHC kiss hug cuddle

AMA ask me anything (the question could be: AMA: have you ever..)

HOO honest opinion on (the question could be: HOO: honest opinion on NAME)

HON hot or not? (the question could be: HON: NAME(S) in the group )

WYR would you rather? (the question could be: WYR: would you rather go back to EX NAME or 2ND EX NAME)

SMW ship me with? (the question could be: SMW: i ship you with NAME, followed by a small reason as to why)

WIS who I ship? (the question could be: WIS: who do you ship NAME with?)

[bridgertonbabe]

Bridgerton Spouses Support Group Chat #?

BSSG Group Chat

Kate: Guys can I ask you all a question?

Michael: Shoot.

Kate: Did you all go paintballing without me last week?

Message seen by everyone ✔✔

Kate: Ok it's been 24 hours since my last message and I know for a fact you've ALL seen it so what fucking gives?

Gareth: look if i send a cute video of george and you guys all flood the chat with comments and stuff then hopefully we can drown her out and lowkey gaslight her into forgetting all about it

Kate: What?!

Gareth: oh fu

Gareth sent a video

Michael: Awwwwwwwwww bless he's so adorable

Lucy: he has the cutest laugh!!! 🥰

Sophie: I can't believe he's getting so big already! 💗💗

Phillip: Cute x

Penelope: omg I love the onesie do you know where it's from?

Simon: See I told you he'd love the crawling crab.

Gareth: @ Penelope i'll ask hy

Gareth: @ Simon he can't get enough of it, it's his favourite thing atm

Kate: @ Penelope Well I got it from Bambino

Kate: And I fucking saw the message you obviously sent to the wrong GC @ Gareth , so you can all quit trying to GASLIGHT me!

Kate: Now I'll ask you again; did you or did you not all go paintballing without me?!

Simon: Ok fine we did.

Kate: AHA! I KNEW IT!

Penelope: How did you find out?

Kate: Greg asked me if I enjoyed the spouses paintballing afternoon when he came to pick Katie up yesterday.

Gareth: omfg wtf @ Lucy

Michael: Yeah rare L from you Lulu

Lucy: guys I'm sorry I forgot to take the wristband off before I got home and he instantly recognised where it was from so I had to fess up

Gareth: dammit you've jeopardised our entire set up

Lucy: no no no it's fine I swear! I know some of you guys don't have any trust in your partners but greg can keep a secret and respect our spouse group privacy! it won't get back to any of the other bridgertons, you've got to believe me!

Phillip: He literally blabbed to Kate.

Lucy: yes but only because I didn't tell him that she wasn't invited!

Kate: And why was I not invited?!

Sophie: Because you would have ruined it! You would have turned a fun afternoon into anything but just like you do with every other game and activity we've played before! You're just as bad as the Bridgertons when it comes to anything vaguely competitive and the rest of us just wanted some lighthearted fun without everything descending into chaos and the world burning around us, ok? And that is why we didn't invite you!

Phillip: Yep

Simon: Very that.

Kate: Wow.

Michael: Look Kate you've got to understand it's not you. It's just the psychopathic competitive Mr Hyde in you that scares the bajeebus out of us.

Penelope: yeah it really isn't personal

Gareth: except it is

Kate: For god's sake I'm not that bad! Sure I have my moments but that doesn't mean I should be excluded from your group activities! I can control myself! I've never done anything to cross the line enough to be compared to Mr Hyde for crying out loud!

Sophie: You accused me of faking going into labour with Alex and refused to call me an ambulance when we played Cluedo.

Simon: You keyed my car after Daph pissed you off in Monopoly.

Michael: And you threw Newton's poo on mine when I won charades.

Phillip: You've always mocked me for having panic attacks during game nights.

Penelope: You pushed Colin down the stairs.

Lucy:

Kate: Oh boo fricking hoo! I'm so sorry you're all a bunch of whiny oversensitive little babies who can't take the slightest bit of heat from some perfectly healthy competition!

Gareth:

Lucy: is the perfectly healthy competition in the room with us?

Phillip: I dread to think what you consider to be unhealthy competition.

Kate: Oh go have one of your little anxiety attacks about it then you weakling

Michael has removed Kate from the chat

Sophie: I would say I'm surprised she can stoop to a new low but I'm really not.

Lucy: and this is why I also don't regret not inviting her to laser tag or the escape room

[immadatdisney2]

Second Chances by ImMadAtDisney

"Look Sunshine, Im just saying. We're picking the kid up from a holding cell, not exactically the best first inpression"

To say that Eugene was less than excited to be woken up from his beauty sleep and driving to work at eleven fucking pm was an understatement, they weren’t supposed to be picking up their new foster child until next week but when he received a call that Varian had run away from the foster care center and then had been arrested.

Whoo fucking hoo

“It’s not anything too bad Eugene! The officers told us it was just shoplifting-”

“Oh just shoplifting, well let’s give the kid a medal”

The car slowed to a stop as they pulled into the small Corona County Jail where they would be picking up a kid they hadn’t seen since he’d sorta killed lost his dad and attacked Rapunzel and her family. Now they’d be taking him in to live with them.

Eugene wanted nothing to do with him at first, he was still mad at the kid for all he’d done to his girlfriend (now soon-to-be wife). Then he heard Varian had been put into the system (that he knew from personal experience was usually shitty) and it took a lot less convincing for him to finally set him and Rapunzel up for classes to get their fostering license.

Rapunzel loved kids and couldn’t wait to have some of her own, so when she heard of a chance to foster her old friend she was ready to jump at the chance and convince her fiance, plus it has been years since the accident and her father promised to get him help, and now she could give him a home.

Varian had to be fine now… she would make sure of it.

Read the rest here: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/57230560"><strong>Second Chances</strong></a> (11996 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/ImMadAtDisney"><strong>ImMadAtDisney</strong></a><br />Chapters: 6/?<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Rapunzel&#39;s%20Tangled%20Adventure%20(Cartoon)">Rapunzel&#39;s Tangled Adventure (Cartoon)</a><br />Rating: Mature<br />Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence<br />Relationships: Eugene Fitzherbert | Flynn Rider/Rapunzel, Hugo/Varian (Disney: Varian and the Seven Kingdoms)<br />Characters: Varian (Disney), Hugo (Disney: Varian and the Seven Kingdoms), Nuru (Disney: Varian and the Seven Kingdoms), Amber (Disney: Varian and the Seven Kingdoms), Yong (Disney: Varian and the Seven Kingdoms), Donella (Disney: Varian and the Seven Kingdoms), Rapunzel (Disney), Eugene Fitzherbert | Flynn Rider, Lance Strongbow, Angry | Keira (Disney), Red | Catalina (Disney), Lady Caine (Disney), Andrew | Hubert (Disney: Tangled)<br />Additional Tags: Foster Care, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Varian Needs a Hug (Disney), Hurt Varian (Disney), Sad Varian (Disney), Varian Angst (Disney), Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Police, Team Awesome | Eugene Fitzherbert | Flynn Rider & Varian Friendship, Eventual Relationships, eventual Varigo, Good boyfriend Hugo, Emo Varian, Good friends Keira & Catalina, Neighbors, High Varian, Shitty foster parents, I want to kill Andrew, Shitty Person Andrew, Foster Care Suvks, Shitty Freinds Rapunzel & Eugene, Shitty Foster Parents Rapunzel & Eugene, Varian Deserves Better, evil author, sorry not sorry bitches, you should have read the tags, I'm Bad At Titles<br />Summary: <p>Varian is a fucked up kid who everyone has given up on...including himself</p><p>Rapunzel and Eugene, his friends turned foster parent looking to set thing right...but it might be too late</p><p> </p><p>Or</p><p> </p><p>I throw so much shit and trauma at Varian even I drowned in the angst.</p>

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Brocken Spectre

characters: Kendall Roy summary: He has to go, sure that what he tried is written across his skin in some language, some pen that only his father can read. He wants this to stay his secret, though. Some things are meant for you and you alone. words: 2605 tags: suicide attempt, gun violence, heavy angst, animal death, dead dove: do not eat

Burning a hole in your pocket.

Kendall’s never had that issue with money, that scorching urge, that need, to spend it on frivolities before necessities ate it up. No necessity on earth could take his money from him. But, he imagined the sensation was the same, when he had drugs within reach. Weed. Cocaine. Heroin.

He imagined the sensation was the same, when he carried that polished, wooden case, with his .30-06 inside.

The air around him is crisp and still. The world is, really. Brown, dry, and dead. The trees that he moves through are just dense enough to provide some privacy, despite the lack of greenery. He’s not sure he’d prefer it like that, honestly, lush and alive. Birds chirping, bugs buzzing. Kendall takes his bottom lip into his mouth and grinds his teeth into it so harshly it aches. His mind is a blank slate.

Maybe burn out is a way to describe what he’s experiencing. He’s so tired and angry and desolate. That’s an apt descriptor, a better excuse for his withdrawal than the usual:

“I just, uh- didn’t get much sleep.”

Even that ubiquitous excuse was getting harder for him to maintain, but burn out, yeah. That’s better, for a grown man, an executive. He knows he’ll still receive eye rolls, scoffs. Boo-hoos, from his father especially, not that he’d care to ask. The act isn’t really for him, anyway. Logan sees it all. Knows exactly why Kendall is in a space, but not there at all. An inanimate object. A decoration. A weapon.

There’s a gunshot. It cracks through the trees. The rifle slung over Kendall’s shoulder suddenly feels heavier. He looks in the distance for something, a boar for himself, maybe, but he doesn’t see much beyond the haze of sunlight, somehow still so blinding through the lenses of his sunglasses. He’s swaddled tightly against the cold, not wanting another reminder.

A small, growing part of him does, though. Kendall should have to sit with that, with those sensations. He’d get in the shower, but want to run a bath. One so cold that it’d make his teeth chatter, his skin pale. Ducking his head under the water, but it doesn’t sound the same. No glugging, rushing sounds. No deep, hurried noises, of air opening bubbles into the water. No muffled screams, but maybe if he tried hard enough, he could conjure them up. He was certain that memory was fabricated, anyway.

Right now, he has no water. The brittle crunch of dried grass and leaves, high pitched, barely audible and tinny through the shooting muffs. The snap of twigs he didn’t even know were there, hidden beneath the litter of the forest floor, the CRACK of branches, giving way beneath his boots. Felled trees, roundly pressing into the arch of his foot as he climbs over them. A dead snake, hanging limply from a tree. Yeah, he’s got plenty of reminders.

Something moves up ahead, large and dark and unaware. A boar, it’s brown nose crinkling as it sniffs the ground. Kendall slips his rifle off his shoulder, slow, careful to not make too much noise, move too quickly.

In the city, masculinity isn’t defined the same. There’s no need for hunting, no need to prove one’s manhood by bringing home the biggest buck, the biggest boar. His father never defined masculinity like everyone else did, though. He needed more—a firmer hand, a louder voice. Maybe this was a chance for Kendall to be a man, in the most archaic of terms. Bring home a big boar. Keep his fucking mouth shut. He brings the stock up to his shoulder, the leather sling, hanging from the gun, swinging gently from the motion. Kendall looks down the sight, through the scope. Sees tusks, small dark eyes. Fur, coarse and brown. He slowly racks a round, wincing at the way the slide clacks noisily. The boar looks, then, his breath visible in the cool air as he grunts. Kendall’s stomach knots up, something like fear. If the boar charged at him, it could kill him easily. He leaves no chance for that— he pulls the trigger.

Then he does again, racking another round. Up, back, forward, down. BANG! Again and again -BANG BANG BANG. The heavy thud of the rifle against his shoulder, the squeals of the boar, should make him feel powerful, like a man, but he finds, with each round he fires, that he doesn’t feel fucking anything. Nothing at all.

The boar lies unmoving amongst the leaf litter, blood oozing, darkening its fur in thin rivulets. No more puffs of white vapor escaping its nostrils, its diaphragm stilled forever. Kendall stares at it for a moment.

The muzzle of the gun is still hot when it touches the roof of his mouth. Not hot enough to burn, but enough to make him jump, his teeth knocking against the metal. It tastes like pennies and salt. His heart pounds so heavily against his ribs that it makes him nauseous.

What will they do with him, when they find him, yards away from another thing he’s killed? His brains and blood, pooled and congealed in the crinkled leaves, like little bowls. In death, will they handle him carefully? Will he be scooped up off this ground, held in the arms of his father? His brother? Will they cradle his skull in their hands, support it like one does a baby’s? Or will a stretcher be slid in beneath him, as stiff and cold as his body? Zipped up into a bag, pushed into the back of an ambulance— will anyone ever touch him again?

Will his father be impressed, with the efficiency, the gall? Will he find him a coward? Or will it exist in dichotomy, like everything else? Cognitive dissonance. Kendall was never a big man. He didn’t need Logan to remind him. No integrity, no backbone. No grit, or killer instinct, or whatever- however the fuck his father wanted to phrase it that hour. It was a constant push and pull, to push just enough, to give just enough. He always gave too much, was always pushed, and that made him a bitch. Never standing up for his wife, or his kids. The few times he had pushed wasn’t for them, and he fell flat on his face. For Logan, he could be a gun. Like an AK, beat up and thrown in the mud, and then picked back up and fired again. He was empty now, though. Completely spent.

Kendall remembers all the times he would act like his father, and the sharp pain he would feel throughout his body at the realization. Raising his voice at his children, their big, brown eyes looking back up at him. Did he look like that? Did his father feel that same pain? He hopes, when his kids get the news, they’ll only remember the good times. That when Sophie will think back to her last birthday with him, she’d misremember some things. Yeah, he had hugged her back, and smiled at her with pride, and ridden roller coasters with her, soothing her when she was scared before the first drop. And Iverson, Kendall hopes he misremembers, too. That the arguments weren’t over parenting him, that he wasn’t frustrated by his silences, or his rambling. He hopes he remembers the way Kendall had shouted at his father over hurting Iverson, and not the slap itself. He also hopes it’s a closed casket, or if it isn’t, that his family gets the best mortician money can buy. That the restoration of his skull is immaculate, that his kids don’t ever have to know the lengths to which he had to go to escape his failures.

A sicker part of him hopes they do remember his absences, his misdeeds. The traded weekends, the missed appointments. Recitals. He hopes they remember, so when his body returns to New York without him inside it, they take it a little better. Daddy was gone, anyway.

Kendall’s whole body is trembling. God, when was the last time he updated his will? Did he put enough in it to protect his kids, to make sure they’re seen and known as his? What if they’re cut out? What if his father gives them a pittance, for being other? Disabled and adopted and not white, not a true continuation of the Roy family line.

He does love them, like they’re his own, but like everything else they’re just a reflection of him. His inadequacies, his fuck ups. Genetically, they aren’t his, and it will always eat at him that they couldn’t be. All those months of trying, how it sapped the pleasure out of something he and Rava once enjoyed. And of course, he was to blame. Does she resent him for that, deep down? Did she want babies that looked like him, with his crooked teeth, his slumped shoulders? No matter what they will be like him: maladjusted and weird.  

Kendall doesn’t know how to feel about Rava. Like his father, he hates her and loves her in turn. She abandoned him/she deserves better. In a way she will always be his. His first wife, his ex-wife, the mother of his children. He will always have a hold on her— when he’s gone, will that be lessened? Will she cry at his funeral? Will she miss the way he always looked at her with longing? Will she remember the panic of finding him passed out on the bathroom floor, barely breathing? Will she feel free?

He wishes he had a pen and paper or something. Therapists always act like this is such a meticulously thought-out thing, but this is very spur of the moment. Well, the thoughts had certainly been there. He hoped he snorted too much coke and overdosed. He hoped the car crashed on the way to the airport. He hoped the plane crashed on the way here. He hoped the boar charged at him and gored him to death. None of those things happened. Like his father, if he wanted it done, he had to will it into being, set things into motion. This will be quicker than a car or plane crash, less painful than a mauling. Unless he fucked it up, which would be just his luck. He tips the gun, angling the muzzle back towards his soft palate, so he doesn’t just— blow his face off. It makes him gag.

The sky is clear, a vibrant azure between the lightened bark of the beech trees. He wishes he was high right now. He could’ve gone out like Kurt Cobain, nodding off on heroin as he blows his fucking brains out. Kendall wasn’t cool like Kurt Cobain was, never accomplished anything in his life. All the times he was fucked up never lead to anything artistic, or worthwhile. Just passing time, just shutting his brain off, or activating it so thoroughly that all his worst traits surged forth, his temper and narcissism and cruelty, his father squirming out through the folds of his brain like a cave diver. Before he married Rava, he paid a man to tattoo his initials onto his forehead. KLR, in low-cost, no-questions-asked ink. Celebrating his last night of “freedom,” by branding a stranger, marking them as his, too. The cocaine didn’t make him do it, but it did make it easy. Ecophagy. Vulnerable beings: the homeless man, Andrew Dodds, this boar. In biology class he had learned that a pig is a lot like a person. Would it sit dutifully while a needle pistoned ink into its skin? Would it squeal and thrash when held underwater? Is it more merciful to shoot it?

What will the story be, when the press is alerted? Will they call him a junkie, will they say it’s a tragedy? Will his siblings make statements, will they cry on TV? There’s a twisted sort of pleasure in thinking they’ll miss him, all the animosity, the shit flinging, gone in an instant, but there’s vindication, in thinking they won’t care. Roman, Shiv – maybe Connor, hell, maybe even his mother - dressing nicely for the funeral, dabbing at their eyes to dry up fake tears, just for their image. Laughing at the wake, thankful that they won’t have to worry about him souring the mood with his hangdog demeanor, his relapses, his betrayals, ever again.

Another gunshot blasts through the air, louder. Closer. Drool starts to gather behind Kendall’s lip, dribble down his chin. He needs to hurry up and do this, if he’s gonna. It’d be humiliating if someone stumbled upon him like this, looking stupid with his knees pressed into the dirt, the barrel of his gun shiny with his spit. He moves the slide again. It’s awkward, at this angle, but it also feels easier, despite the battle against gravity to load the round. Maybe it’s the adrenaline. He hooks his thumb over the trigger. This part, he knows, will be harder, and it is, his thumb trembling as he pushes—

Click.

It gives, he feels it, and that’s the problem.

Kendall pulls the gun from his mouth, wipes his face with the back of his hand, his heart in his throat as he looks around, feeling the weight of someone’s eyes on him. It’s just him and the boar, thank Christ. He presses the mag release button, pulls it out from beneath the rifle — it’s empty.

Well, fuck.

The sun is lower on the horizon. Twenty degrees and casting long shadows of the trees. He feels heavy, his heart, his lungs, like they’re about to herniate, slip into his abdominal cavity so that his other organs might squeeze them and finally suffocate him. He picks himself up off the ground and brushes himself off, scraping the butt of his gun against a log to rid it of mud. Hiding the evidence, just like the last time. The rifle is slung back over his shoulder; he rolls it to really set the strap in place. Clearing his throat— he can feel his pulse, thrumming inside it, constricting but slowing with each breath. Should he cry? He feels his sinuses aching like something might happen, but there’s none of the usual prelude, none of the familiar tension inside him, no wobbling of his jaw. Kendall brings his hand up to look at, blocking the sun with it, light shining between his fingers in bright, crepuscular rays. Its much steadier than he expected, but not as much as he wanted it to be.

On a high branch sits a round little bird. Marked sort of like a blue jay, a dark blue line running from its beak to its crown, a flax yellow chest. Kendall stares at it, watches its head snap every which way as it looks around with hyper vigilance, its tiny pointed beak opening as it does its buzzing, rapid fire call. His vision is hazy, unfocused, his face slack as he just stands there, time oozing by. When the bird takes off, he decides he should, too, leaving the hog behind to spoil. Its body will bloat and then decay, feeding the maggots, the worms, the buzzards, and whatever else might decide to scavenge its remains, inedible by human standards. It’ll lie there until its bones are bleached by the coming summer sun. But he has to go, sure that what he tried is written across his skin in some language, some pen that only his father can read. He wants this to stay his secret, though. Some things are meant for you and you alone.

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Character Aesthetic Deep Dive Tag!

Let's go with Saoirse Richards from Scrapyard Boys for this one!!!

Rules: Make a moodboard with your character's aesthetic, a playlist that fits their vibe, "badly summarize them" (like, talk about their personality, but funnily), etc. It absolutely does not need to be super detailed!!!!!

✦ Character Aesthetic: Saoirse Richards, WIP -Scrapyard Boys

♡ Moodboard ♡

♡ Playlist ♡

Are You Satisfied? - Marina & The Diamonds

Was I meant to feel happy That my life was just about to change? One life pretending to be The cat who got the cream Oh, everybody said, "Marina is a dreamer" People like to tell you What you're gonna be is not my problem if you don't see what I see And I do not give a damn if you don't believe My problem is my problem that I never am happy It's my problem, it's my problem on how fast I will succeed Are you satisfied with an average life? Do I need to lie to make my way in life? High achiever, don't you see? Baby, nothing comes for free They say I'm a control freak Driven by a greed to succeed Nobody can stop me

Things We Lost In The Fire - Bastille

Things we lost to the flames Things we'll never see again All that we've amassed Sits before us, shattered into ash These are the things, the things we lost The things we lost in the fire, fire, fire These are the things, the things we lost The things we lost in the fire, fire, fire We sat and made a list Of all the things that we have Down the backs of table tops Ticket stubs and your diaries, I read them all one day When loneliness came and you were away Oh they told me nothing new But I love to read the words you used These are the things, the things we lost The things we lost in the fire, fire, fire

O.D.D - Hey Violet

I should never listen to another voice But my own Now I've grown up, now I know That when I'm tryna be myself it isn't so simple Anymore Some days I wake up I just wanna hide under the covers 'Cause no matter what I do I'll never be like all the others I'm a little O.D.D Most people really don't get me I'm the girl in the back of the class Blank stare, don't care, don't ask I'm a little O.D.D I see the way they look at me I can hear it when they talk that trash Saying "Any minute she gon' crack"

Mind Games - Sickick

Once I'm in there ain't no letting go, letting go Watch me turn your mind into my home Now that I'm in there's no letting go And your emptiness begins Once I grip onto your mind and soul And your brightness starts to dim Sin after sin you won't feel no more You've lost your trust again I know you wish you could let me know That you're praying for an end

Welcome to Wonderland - Anson Seabra

Welcome to Wonderland, where should we go There's a tea party along down the road Make an appearance and maybe they'll sing us a song Dancing through a dream underneath the stars Laughing 'til the morning comes Everyone that leaves has a heavy heart Oh, Wonderland I love Nothing around here is quite as it seems Not sure if anything's real or a dream And the only thing sure from the start Is the song that's inside of your heart Don't let it leave If this was a dream, then at least I've got Memories for when morning comes Now that I must leave with a heavy heart Oh, Wonderland I love

Boo Hoo - Neoni, ft. RIELL

When you start a fire and hide the matches Been down that rabbit hole Swore I would never go Back to bad habit's, I'm through Around and around we go sick of the vertigo Abracadabra, screw you White lies, red eyes, I've had enough Fake nice surprise, I've had enough White lies, red eyes, I've had enough Fake nice surprise Boo hoo, you don't like me, well That's good for you Boo hoo, say you're over it, well That makes two Throw your pity pity pity party Bring your friends, but you got nobody You, you don't like me, I don't like you Boo hoo

Numb Little Bug - Em Behold

And the world it feels too big Like a floating ball that's bound to break Snap my psyche like a twig And I just wanna see if you feel the same as me Do you ever get a little bit tired of life Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive 'Cause you gotta survive Like your body's in the room but you're not really there Like you have empathy inside but you don't really care Like you're fresh outta love but it's been in the air Am I past repair A little bit tired of tryin' to care when I don't A little bit tired of quick repairs to cope A little bit tired of sinkin' There's water in my boat I'm barely breathin' Tryna stay afloat So I got these quick repairs to cope Guess I'm just broken and broke

♡ Badly Summarized OC ♡

A brilliant young telepath/telekinetic superhero fueled by coffee, candies and spite, as well as a truckload of pizza.

Puts her intellect to good use by creating the most unhinged plans and somehow making them work! Is the Gremlin Mom Friend.

Is terrified of fire because her father's business partner burned down his lab with him inside. Now doesn't know how to feel about the fact that one of her best friends controls flames.

She's probably a bit more childish and naive than the rest of the team but is sharp-witted and funny all the same. Also! Out of the starting members of the Gang, Saoirse is the only one who was born in serious wealth, though she lost it all.

If someone fused a black cat and an orange cat into one and turned them into a human being, that would be Saoirse.

Can speak a lot of languages but most of the cast doesn't know until she randomly starts spouting fluent words in foreign languages in a situation where that's required. (Cue the classic: "We didn't know you spoke [language X]!" followed by "... But you never asked?")

Gives suspiciously good relationship advice but has never dated before.

Loves a grunge style and absolutely revels in a goblin-core aesthetic, plus adores watching the chaos unfold from behind the scenes.

Has a deeper voice than one would expect, which often also sounds coarse when she's bored or focused.

Sleeps like a rock and could potentially sleep through the end of the world. Counts scientific facts instead of sheep when she can't fall asleep.

Can crawl and climb basically anywhere. This has nothing to do with her powers - she's just uncannily agile and stealthy, to the point she jumpscares her friends often lol.

Source for pictures: Pinterest

Source for music/songs: Spotify

Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@the-golden-comet, @writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid

@lassiesandiego, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams

@differentnighttale

@wyked-ao3 and OPEN TAG

Taglist for Scrapyard Boys below the cut 🧪

Scrapyard Boys Taglist (-/+): @ray-writes-n-shit, @sarandipitywrites, @lassiesandiego, @smol-feralgremlin, @kaylinalexanderbooks,

@diabolical-blue @oh-no-another-idea

@cakeinthevoid, @clairelsonao3,

@thepeculiarbird

@the-golden-comet, @urnumber1star, @ominous-feychild, @anyablackwood, @amaiguri, @lyutenw @finickyfelix

@thecomfywriter, @the-letterbox-archives, @differentnighttale @wyked-ao3

Let me know if you'd like to be added!

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Terrible Fic Idea #58: Percy Jackson x Criminal Minds

While perusing the PJO tag for the first time in ages, I stumbled across yet another crossover I never would have thought of trying - and which, naturally, hasn't escaped my head. It managed to mash together the worlds of PJO and Criminal Minds... and so, naturally, I thought: if I were going to write this crossover, what would I do?

aka the Unknown Demigod fic

Just imagine it:

Everything follows canon - until MoA. There Percy plays off the judo throw in New Rome to avoid starting a war with the Greeks, but after they're alone on the Argo Percy tells Annabeth that he doesn't appreciate 1) being blamed for his disappearance, as if Hera had asked him if he wanted to lose his memories and half a year of his life, and 2) being physically attacked by his girlfriend outside of weapons practice.

Naturally, Annabeth doesn't take this well and doubles down on her position, and the two fight like cats and dogs throughout MoA and HoO. By the time they reach Akhlys, Percy is hardly inclined to listen to Annabeth at all, and so doesn't stop poison-bending.

It's not obvious at the time, but not stopping fully unlocks Percy's divine powers. He's now immortal, like Chiron, but not a god. It's also rather the final straw for Annabeth and Percy's relationship.

Because he doesn't immediately realize he's immortal, Percy goes on with normal human things like high school and college - attending both at Camp Jupiter, which is better equipped to handle demigods than the average mortal school. It's only after he starts grad school at nearby Stanford University and gets a lot of comments on how young he looks does anyone start realizing what's happened.

Fast forward to about 15 years after HOO, when Percy has joined the BAU - because even immortals have to pay the bills somehow.

In my head I picture this to be S8/S9 of CM, largely because I enjoyed Alex Blake's character and think she'd be a good outsider POV for the story I want to tell, but dealer's choice.

Percy proves to be the BAU cryptid. His primary and secondary school records say unsub in the making... then he double majors in marine biology and classics in college (because everyone who survives four years in the legion or slays a particular number of monsters gets a classics degree when they graduate by default). Then he goes on to get a doctorate in psychology from Stanford... and swim twice for Team USA in the Olympics. He once went on vacation in the Keys and found the wreck of a lost Spanish galleon free diving. He's polite and mild mannered and goes nowhere without at least three knives on his person and a week's worth of survival gear. When he's tired, his reports sometimes slip into Ancient Greek or Latin. He may be a Hellenist and speaks of Hell as a place that he's been.

Percy is, in short, unfathomable to his profiler colleagues. They like him, but every new thing they learn about him only complicates the profile they're definitely not putting together.

He's been in the BAU for about 18 months before they receive reports of a serial killer's dumping ground in the Oakland Hills, not more than a mile from Camp Jupiter. The victims are all in their late teens and signs indicate all were killed in a ritualistic way. Most of those the investigators can identify are runaways.

Once the BAU is on site, Reid determines that someone is trying to recreate an obscure Ancient Roman sacrifice.

More importantly, Percy realizes that, yes, these are definitely the bodies of Roman demigods - and not one of them was killed by a monster before they could get to camp. In fact, he's pretty sure there's a secret entrance to camp not 100' away from the oldest body.

It's this last point that causes Percy to lead his team to Camp Jupiter. This is a revelation in itself and should answer many of the team's questions about Percy but give them twice as many new ones.

It should also be perfect timing, as they arrive just as praetors Frank and Hazel were thinking of reaching out to Percy, as he's the only real investigator either camp has. They're not aware of most of the murders, as it's not unusual for one or two demigods every year to be killed after leaving the safety of camp, but the last three victims went missing in the last three months under odd circumstances.

(One was a granddaughter of Apollo who'd talked about wanting to join the Hunters of Artemis, and when she disappeared everyone assumed that's what she did, only for the Hunters to visit later claiming she never showed. The most recent was a daughter of Bacchus who hated the regimented life of the legion and wanted to transfer to Camp Half-Blood where things were a little more their speed. Most the others were legacies or the children of minor gods.)

They set up shop in Percy's house - in part because CJ has no police force beyond the legion, which houses their main suspects - in part because Percy's house is built like a Roman temple on the edge of the temple district and no one would dare sneak into it.

(The demigods have been actively treating immortal Percy as a god, because if deification worked for Nero, they can make it work for Percy. And a deified!Percy could only be good for them.)

In the end it comes out a grandchild of Hecate/Trivia was sacrificing other demigods to their ancestor in hopes of obtaining more power - they should be just powerful enough to disguise their actions with the Mist but not much more, and intensely jealous their ancestor handed already-powerful Hazel more power during the Giant War.

Bonuses include: 1) Thalia and the Hunters showing up to help, as do Nico and Will. This should be an intensely confusing family reunion to watch from the outside given that two are immortal. Extra bonus points if the BAU recognize Nico from some wildly successful paranormal investigative channel on YouTube and are shocked to find out all the ghosts are real; 2) Will calling Percy "mom", on account of the fact he's been dating Apollo for the last five years now - Apollo's longest relationship ever - though Percy refuses to consider marriage or children until fifty years have passed; and 3) One of the BAU being tangentially involved with the mythological world already - Hotch had a relationship with a disguised Justice before meeting Hailey and their child is at Camp Jupiter? Reid has just recently met a disguised Athena at a conference and is now worried he'll arrive home to a baby on the doorstep?

And that's all I have. As always, feel free to adopt this bun, just link back to me if you chose to do anything with it.

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I’m bored, let’s look at dumb anti bullshit.

A leech? Do you expect her to fucking animate every single little thing? If you call her that it makes it sound like she’s doing no work at all, when she’s the fucking director and she probably has far more work on her plate than any of the people who bitch about her. Being a director isn’t all puppies and rainbows yknow?

Young impressionable artists…ok I’m gonna assume they’re talking about the animators…like you know that there are seasoned animators working on her projects right? It’s not ALL new artists, “taking advantage” yeah it’s called getting hired for your work, Christ these people act like Viv is a fucking slave driver, shut the fuck up.

I’m sensing projection here. Like do I have to explain why this is retarded? If you get conservative vibes from Viv I think you have some shit to work through.

Yeah the Russian’s right.

You were a fucking CHILD whining about an ADULT CARTOON and how “immature” it is when it’s beyond clear you have no maturity yourself? Holy fuck dude.

You don’t like that it made YOU a MINOR uncomfortable??? Bitch tf you even talking about Hazbin for, this shit isn’t for you, GTFO.

Why tf do children insist on being in adult spaces, fuck off. Do your homework.

I’m sorry the only response I can come up with is this.

-this person.

You’re in fucking HIGH SCHOOL making shitty callout posts on people who post correctly tagged gore and NSFW on their own personal blog (legit they made a google doc on some rando just because they made them feel uncomfy, the evidence they had was nothing, even the comments of said post with the google doc attached are like “dude go outside”

Motherfucker also made a google doc of every “Viv stan” like you are aware how much of a loser you are right?

Blocked out the names cuz I think these people deserve some privacy.

Lmfao I wonder if I’m on there. Probably not, I’m not popular on here.

Like this is such fucking loser shit, like boo hoo, hazbin fans are just sooooooo terrrriiibbbllllleeee bitch go the fuck outside.

I think people like this shouldn’t be allowed to have internet access until they actually grow the fuck up cuz all people like this do is make shit worse for everyone else.

“But they’re a MINOR! Why are you being so meeeeaaaaannnn????” Bitch when I was in high school I wasn’t a quarter as retarded as this fucking dumbfuck, if I knew better at their age then so should they. It’s not like they’re incapable of change, they’re just clearly still mentally 14 when they’re a senior in fucking high school, god help us.

They’re probably close to 18 anyway, so that criticism is kinda dumb, what, we can’t criticize 18 and 19 year olds now? Bitch please.

May as well be a minor, they sure have the mentality of someone who has some catching up to do in the maturity department, Christ. I’m far from mature but at least I don’t morally grandstand about adult fucking cartoons that I’m clearly not emotionally mature enough about to speak on in any capacity.

I hate children dude lmao.

I don’t care if they’re children invading adult spaces or emotionally immature childish 25 year olds, I can’t stand them both.

I’m starting to think children should be seen and not fucking heard. Because all I’m hearing from them is whining.

The only one who should be allowed to complain is me because my opinions are the only correct ones.

That was a joke for those who are sarcastically impaired.

🔥🧨~Firecracker out~🧨🔥

[skywalking-through-life]

WIP TITLE GAME

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I was tagged by both @ashilrak and @60sec400, which is honestly fantastic, because I love this idea! My wip folder is deeply hilarious and probably incomprehensible to anyone other than me, so enjoy! I have titles, but also describe scenarios, and use lines I've written that I like as fic placeholders. There is no order to this, it's just how it appears in the folder! Italics indicate what I'm currently actively working on! Feel free to ask questions, lmao!

Post-HoO Truth or Dare beach party

'Percy Jackson's Six Steps to Seducing Your Girlfriend'

Post-HoO summer Chariot race

Titan War Memorial service + bonfire - explore grief ritual?

'[conduct] not unbecoming men who [strive] with gods'

Percabeth wedding

'still half-perfect' - working title for dark as shit wip, feat. percabeth fuck or die

'The Firefighter of the Month Club'

Poseidon and Ms. Lafayette parent- teacher conference

Percy graduates high school!!!!!!!!!!

'a name adds context, not truth'

Percabeth strip poker, Annabeth cheats

'kindness justifies itself'

Percy&Poseidon&Paul, wedding day shaving/ritual

Annabeth&Rachel&Piper&Hazel&Sally&Clarisse&etc, wedding day bath/getting ready ritual

Percabeth first time, in Percy's dorm

'like two birds on a power line'

'I drown in you' - kinky percabeth hotel sequel to 'to burn and to boil'

Percy teaches Estelle how to swim

Demigods talk to Estelle about death

Percy talks to Estelle about differences between mortals and demigods

Percy/Annabeth/Apollo negotiations? Just sex friends or more - have to decide

Percy/Annabeth/Aphrodite negotiations? Just sex friends or more - have to decide

Fed kidnapping fic - dark, long, big angst, outline currently: 20k

Jackson-Blofis Family winter cabin trip multichap

Whale pregnancy wip lololol

Percy&Calypso missing moment conversation in TOA; follow up, Percy's missing moment conversation with Chiron - 2 shot?

College Percy, Annabeth, Frank, and Piper 'rent' a sailboat for the day and go exploring, there are shenanigans, Hazel has to send the Roman navy after them

"Oh, bite me.  Why should I have to choose between being a lover or a fighter?"

"I'm not sure of much, but I know my body can take a pretty good beating and then just get up and keep on going. There's always been something comforting about knowing that. It keeps me moving."

"If actual hell couldn't separate us, then what makes you think that you can?"

"Face it, dude. You have the eyes of a lovable aquatic mammal."

"I've seen what you like as a corpse, "Annabeth. Did you really think I wouldn't recognize you when you look like a queen?"

"You are alive. Let me celebrate that, won't you?"

"You are only a man, but one who could have been a god. I'm sure that weighs."

"Wisdom's daughter, afraid of new knowledge?"

"And so he acted, out of that place of peace and clarity and resolve within him that one might call a conscience."

"One of the best things about Percy Jackson was that he rarely said something he didn't mean. It was also one of the worst things about him."

"A soul like his is more alive than most."

Lolololololol. I hope you enjoyed this? I'm going to tag as many people as I can, but I don't know if I have enough, given the number of wips I have! Tagging everyone who pops into my brain: @tater-tots-last-of-the-romanovs @timemachinechaos @timelesslords @finalgirlmoment @judoflipped @imaginmatrix @mrthology @celestialepiphany @phykios @darkmagyk @no2ticonderoga @ashilrak @moonlacess @moonfrost41 @templarhalo @soleil-in-retrograde @campercabeth @percabeth4life @sappho-of-space @perseannabeth @ananbeth @annabethy @punkflame @zambomarti @hellomomo @duender-writes @melancholic-pigeon @captain-jackson @posallys @faemischief

[gorgeousundertow]

FIC WRITER INTERVIEW

Tagged by @lamialamia

How many works do you have on AO3?

13

What’s your total AO3 word count?

423,658. Hoo boy.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Fundamentally People (Good Omens (TV) Kudos: 782 

The Most Dangerous Thing is to Love (Sherlock (TV) Kudos: 283 

S2.7: 49:07: A De-Montage (Bridgerton (TV) Kudos: 279 

The Opposite of Undercurrent (Sherlock (TV) Kudos: 275 

The Force of The Interaction (Sherlock (TV) Kudos: 238 

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes and sometimes almost immediately after I get them and frequently I stop and reread them and read them aloud and tell everyone they were the best part of my day.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I write exclusively happy endings, because I have a pathlogical need for a happy ending, and every fic I've written happened because I wanted it to exist so I could read it. That said, maybe From This Day To The Ending of The World? Because...it's still a little complicated? (Not really though, it's still A Happy Ending TM)

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Uh. They're all really happy. But I think Fundamentally People was the sweetest.

Do you write crossovers?

Haven't yet!

Have you received hate on a fic?

No, never have (thank heavens)

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Ohhhhh yes. Looking at my fandoms, it's often the "oh no, what's happening I seem to be very attracted to you, what can that possibly mean? NOTHING AT ALL CLEARLY except we should do that more but never ever talk about and certainly not talk about FEELINGS." Sometimes it's that. Sometimes it's "ohholygodwecanbonebecauseyoulovemetoowhew." One time it was "We are in love and married but Victorian Repression so we don't quuiiiiiite know how to do sex?"

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Or they're in process, anyway...

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No! It would be very fun to try, though!

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Johnlock Winnix Ineffable Husbands Brad/Nate Why would you ask someone to choose between their best beloveds?

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I'm pretty good about finishing, actually. I have some ideas kicking around that I might never get to, but I don't have anything I've genuinely started that I've left undone.

What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm very good at dialogue, and decent at pacing (current fic-in-progress notwithstanding grrr). I think I capture voice pretty well.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm not always great at setting a scene. I tend to rush through, and I feel like I'm capable of quite lovely writing, but I'm impatient and skip over it. I'm not always great about plotting - I long to write something heavily plotted and gripping, and then I'm like...crickets.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Whelp, as somebody with one (1) language skill, I'm not great at it. On occasion, I've needed to use another language--Russian and German have come up recently, I've called upon Good Old Google Translate which is obviously not ideal, but I checked in with a couple of friends when I wasn't sure it was correct. One time I intentionally used Bad French (it was for Aziraphale, who is supposed to be bad at French, and a French-speaking reader was very upset. I explained why I did it, and it was fine, but it was pretty funny).

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

My very first fanfic was for Twelfth Night because I am a Giant Nerd.

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

I'm in the midst of a Gen Kill fic, so that's on its way. I want to write IronStrange! And Webgott!

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

I'm very proud of From This Day To The Ending of The World. It was a new form of storytelling that I'd always wanted to try, and I'm really happy with how it turned out. I'm also really pleased with The Most Dangerous Thing is to Love because it did exactly what I wanted it to do (i.e., it was the fic I wanted to read).

Wheeee tagging @jenkil @latibvles @basilone and anyone else who feels like it!

[typicalopposite]

woo hoo for being early for a change!

hahaaha! (did I write this up on saturday so I could tag everyone before they could tag me... yes. yes I did!)

so here's a little peek at ch. 2 of the angsty BuckTommy mpreg no one asked for that I just needed to tell anyway <3

chapter one is posted on ao3

The fire isn’t even hard to manage. They should all leave with no injuries.  They should…  But Buck joins his team—or more like he watches as his team maneuvers around him like he is some helpless puppy … No worries Buck we got the hoses. I already sent Ravi and Cortiz in to check for civilians. It’s all good kid, just help Chim and Hen access the people with smoke inhalation. He feels sidelined, he feels left out.  “Buck!” Bobby yells at him. “What are you doing?! I told you to help Chim and–” “Yeah, yeah … they’re good!” Buck yells back, not entirely sure if there's any truth in his words, because he hadn’t even got to Chimney and Hen before his body pivoted and he was speed walking towards the smoldering building. “I’m just gonna check on Rav and Cortiz!”  They are fine of course. He isn’t needed, of course. He should just turn around and leave. But he doesn’t… of course. Instead he insists on doing another sweep through of the building, and insists he will be fine doing it alone. Cortiz leaves without much pushback, Ravi only leaves after Buck gives him the death glare he used from Ravi’s probie days.  So Buck scans the rubble alone, and he gets hurt…  …of course. 

and now for the tags... ok look I'm a lil bitch and panic at this part everytime! so leaving it open minus @onthewaytosomewhere & @adreamareads since yall usually tag me andddd @scripted-downfall because I figure if I keep tagging you, you'll finally do it! :)

[sapphire-weapon]

I used to draw for other small/rare ships (apparently I'm drawn to those kind of ships lol), only one of them got huge enough after they were given some time alone in the manga which got the ship more talented and known creators and amazing fan art.

Unfortunately it also got more hate on since it was a ship that "got in the way" of other huge popular ships and going through the tag got annoying bc the haters tagged every post shitting on the previously rare pairing, plus if you reblogged or made content for it they would harass you. I just blocked everyone sending me hate lmao.

Lots of people now hate Leon/Ashley but I think this increased hatred also shows how the haters can see that it is a thing now unlike before. They see it as a real threat. You can see the insecurity in some of those antis, it's too obvious and also just sad imo. I don't get why antis take shipping too seriously like they're not even having fun anymore and that's supposed to be the point, no?

Truth is I've seen so many Leon/Ashley fans online and even irl, Reddit for example loves it and Remake Ashley is a fan favorite now. A lot of them are more casual fans that maybe don't engage that deeply with fanon (which tbh is the smart thing to do).

Finally I have to say your blog and the amazing fic writers have inspired me to go back to drawing fan art and just creating content for Ashley/Leon or EagleOne. :)

Since this is my new otp and the only thing I love shipping rn I'm also just creating a new blog for that purpose. I'm not an amazing artist I'm just an amateur but I'll try to do something soon when I'm less busy. I'll absolutely tag it as EagleOne. Hopefully I can motivate others to do the same.

anon what the fuCK i got all emotional reading this wyd 😭

i know that the antis are coming from a place of insecurity, which is why their arguments are so disingenuous (i finally found the "the devs went out of their way to make sure that leon and ashley weren't seen as romantic" tweet and hoo boy the desperation is stinky) -- and that's also why i don't engage with them. as easy and perhaps fun as it would be to just QRT it and be like "oh it makes sense now, you're all using text to speech because you don't actually know how to read" there's no point in doing that.

i said it a while ago, but i want to say it again for good measure -- i don't want us to become them. my humble goal for eagleone fandom is to be a haven for ppl. we've been the black sheep of this fandom for so long, and aeons are still accusing us of being predators or someshit (idk i'm only semi-fluent in delusional) that i feel like we all have an obligation to stay humble now that capcom's given us a fairy tale version of RE4 where our ship is the front-and-center romance and people are finally actually being drawn to the ship. no one knows how bad this fandom can get better than eagleone folk, so it's on us to not do unto others what has been done unto us.

idk maybe that's just my whole jewish "because you were slaves in egypt..." mindset coming out but

i want us to be a place where people can just come and hang out and make friends over our shared love for resident evil. i know that i have serennedy and cleon and chreon and metaltango people all following me, and i love all of them dearly and i'm happy that we've all found each other. i feel like that's what fandom should be.

that's why i don't fight with aeons out in the open. i don't want to become them. i'll swing back if they ever come here (though i hope valuable lessons were learned the last time someone tried to come in here swinging and i took them out in exactly two responses LMAO), but i don't want to go out picking fights and i don't want any of y'all to do it either.

so it makes me feel really warm and fuzzy and happy to hear that i've inspired you in some way. i know that our little corner of the fandom over here on tumblr is small, and i know that i don't exactly have the kind of welcoming personality that will give me any sort of real platform in this fandom (at least, not like the one i had back in the day when i was a fake ass bitch LMAO), but to know that i've made at least a little difference is everything for me.