#i am so sorry this is late

[snekthedemonnoodle]

WHY DID YOU HAVE TO REMIND ME AJR EXISTED? I LOVED THIS SONG SMSMSMMSM

LETS FUCKIN GOOOOOOOO I LOVE INFESTING MY FRIENDS WITH MY MUSIC TASTE <333

[euphoriclusts]

closed starter for @paintedmegoldenx (continued from here.)

he listens to her terms with an open mind and heart, and doesn't see any cause to dissuade her nor reject her proposal. although he couldn't bear the notion of somehow damaging her reputation, he knew that whatever occurred between the pair of them, whatever occurred around them would remain within their minds, hearts and souls and wouldn't travel any further. still, there's that part of him terrified of spoiling her. of ruining her somehow. that's where his hesitancy comes from, that desire to protect her preventing him from eagerly shaking her hand and nodding his head in complete, total, unfaltering agreement.

his brow cocks, as he stares down at their connected hands, her own squeezing at his. with that, a dark gaze meets with her own once again. he doesn't know how he can refuse such an understandable request. although he doesn't have any understanding of how women live, he knows that he's seen far more of the world than she had. they spoke enough for him to recognise at least that. he's shaking her hand, firm and certain, with no room for any confusion of what he's agreeing to. "you have yourself a deal, jane. you save me the burden of marrying right now and i'll show you as much of the world as i can."

it was hardly a horrible concept. she did happen to be his friend. his best, if he were to put all of his friends in a ranked list. there was nobody else on the planet he could trust with this. nobody that he could feesibly fake court. nobody else he wanted to. whilst his gaze is fixated on her for a while, he looks away to scan the surrounding area for any loose lips or wandering gazes. once he realises that they truly appear to be totally alone, his smile shifts into a cheeky smirk, looking back at her with another cock of his brow. "what if we start tonight? i have the perfect place i can show you--"

[lovecharged]

closed starter for @persephonyed

"he's got everything that i don't have. how could i ever compete with that?"

[oc-menagerie-archived]

@matrotas-muse-hub (Shay starter for you!)

In an oasis, a tan cat Vastaya was swimming around and cooling off from the hot desert sun. She decided to take a small break and lean on the shore when she heard rustling in the bushes. “Hm? Who’s there? Have you come to cool off?” she called out, wondering if they were another traveler like herself.

[parkswritessometimes]

Only For You

Egotober Day 11: Game

“Hey ya know, I can record for you today.” Chase rolled his eyes as Jackie sat next to him. “I know you weren’t feeling well last night, so why don’t you take the day off and I’ll record for ya.”

Chase sipped his morning coffee, pulling the blanket closer to his chest pretending he didn’t hear Jackie’s comment. He scrolled through his phone, finding the latest Twitter drama a lot more interesting than whatever Jackie could offer him.

“Chaser, come on man.” Jackie groaned, poking Chase’s arm. “Don’t ignore me.” Chase placed his coffee down on the table, his patience growing thin. His hangover migraine was worse than normal and he just wanted to do his job and go back to bed. He pocketed his phone before picking up the blanket and walking away.

“Chase. Hey. I saw the video. Can we please just talk?” Chase froze in the middle of the hallway. Shit. Shit. Shit. He thought he deleted that video. No one was supposed to see it! Was it still up? Fuck. 

He didn’t mean to spill his guts out to the camera, it just kinda happened. Everything in that game was so raw. It was like that game was reaching into his soul and plastered all his deepest insecurities on the screen. Every day was the same, nothing ever changed. He smothered the emptiness with starvation and alcohol, a stupid, desperate attempt to feel something.  But nothing ever came. Jack was in a coma, Henrik was gone, and his own wife took his kids and won’t give them back. 

“Chase, hey. Chaser-Racer. Come on man, you gotta talk to me.” Jackie’s hand gently grabbed Chase’s shoulder, sending a shiver down his spine. How long had it been since someone last touched him, showed him any sort of physical affection? His best guess was the last time he saw his kids three weeks ago, but that was such a brief fleeting moment. “Chase.”

The tenderness in Jackie's voice caused a flood of tears to rise in Chase’s eyes. He was so used to anger in his ex-wife’s voice. Hostility in the comments. Marvin’s snarky remarks. The judgmental cashier at the liquor store. But here Jackie was, being so kind and using the softest voice he could muster. 

“I-I don’t know what happened. I didn’t drink that much.” Chase mumbled, his eyes focusing on the ground. “I didn’t-I didn’t mean to post that video, I don’t even remember doing it! I privated it the second I woke up and-”

Chase's words were cut off the second Jackie pulled him in for a nice, warm hug. Chase clung to the red hoodie as tears finally came out. Chase pressed his body into Jackie’s, needing to be as close to Jackie as humanly possible. 

“Jackie I didn’t mean to-I’m sorry. I know I fucked up. I know I put us in danger.” Chase stammered through every excuse he could think of. Any reason for Jackie to stay with him. Stay here and protect him.

“Chase, I say this with all the love in my heart, shut the ever-loving fuck up. You had a bad day and made a mistake. I’m not mad. Just, take a break man. Let me record today while you go and visit Jack. Okay? It’s been a while since you went to say hi.” 

Chase shook his head into Jackie’s chest. Recording was the only thing he was good at. It was the only thing that made him worthwhile. That's the only reason Jackie and Marvin put up with him. It was his purpose, his worth. If Jackie took that away from him, he wouldn’t have anything. 

“Chaser, let me do this for you. I’m so worried about you. Chase, please.” Jackie breathed. Chase swore he could feel his older brother's tears hitting his scalp. Chase silently cursed himself under his breath. How dare he hurt Jackie like that. How dare he make Jackie cry over his selfish move. How dare he manipulate Jackie into caring about him that much. 

Chase's chest shook as he attempted to get oxygen into his lungs. He distantly felt Jackie’s thumb brush over his beard, a silly habit he had developed when he was first created. Chase’s lips pulled apart, forming a small soft smile. His eyes glanced up at Jackie’s, wanting, needing his big brother's support.

He had forgotten how beautiful Jackie’s eyes were. Beautiful blue iris’, full of promise and hope. Eyes that had made endless promises of love, of kindness, of life, and hope. Jackie had fulfilled every promise he had ever made to him.  

“Take a break, for me,” Jackie whispered. Chase nodded as he leaned into Jackie’s gentle touch. His big brother had done so much for him, if this could be the thing to make Jackie happy he’d do it. He’d find a different way to provide, to be useful. 

“Okay. Okay, Jackie. For you. For you. Only for you.”

Prompt by: @tracobuttons

[skittleshd]

Thank you for the Hollow spam! Straight up I didn't know there was a fandom for it and it's kube and my dad's favourite show-to-watch-together

Yessss!! It's one of my favorite cartoons for sure. That's super sweet that you guys have something to watch together. It's just such an amazing show!

[hilli98215]

If Mickey and Minnie had a daughter, what name would they give her (they are obliged to answer) and if it were a boy, what name would they give her (the same)... :3

Hello,

The first thing I did was to see if Mickey or Minnie had kids in the Disney canon out of curiosity. And they do not which surprises me. But they both have nieces and nephews but that does not have anything with your question

For a boy, I think they would call him Walter or even Elias and nickname him Walt after Walt Disney. It would be kinda meta and is something I might've seen in fan fiction though I can't remember where.

For a girl, I was thinking maybe after Walt Disney's actual daughters Diane or Sharon.

Of Course, there are canon names that I can't find but I do remember being a thing. I know that these names don't have the 'Disney Magic' but I'd like to think these names would have some sort of connection to the Disney name.

[an-unraveling-unknown]

glomping you like

GLOMPING YOU HARDER!!

[inseparableduo]

Verosika raises an eyebrow at the young man, something was giving her an odd vibe.

"You sure you're in the right place? I won't lie, things can get really wild around me and I'd hate to have you accidentally getting hurt."

Andrew would just tilt his head to the side. This was not the first time someone was able to pick up on something not being right about him, but just like any other time, he would play ignorant and hopped they dropped it.

"Do I look that soft to you? Don't worry. I'm a lot stronger than I look. Besides, I bring a lot of chaos as well, so I'm used to it."

[plantpirating]

Type "I am" in the tags and whatever follows is your gender today...

[isjasz]

[Day 364]

O7 For day 364 I decided to throw in a bit more food into the wild as a treat /SILLY

Designs by @gingermaple once again :D

[whoseblogisitanyways]

tag yourself: intrepid heroes' alter emos as ppl who went to my public high school

[egophiliac]

so excited for Kalim to save the day by swiper-no-swiping this dip. you can do it! I believe in you!

god I hope this reads properly

[arsenicflame]

Bonus round! Do you use a queue tag?

[mothwingwritings]

Zayne goes back to work the day after his birthday and everyone takes note of the pep he has in his step. The usually stern, down-to-business doctor has been grinning ear to ear since he stepped through the door, and all the patients, doctors, and nurses can't help but notice how vibrant he is. Zayne is positively beaming- his grim aura nonexistent through the brilliance he is currently exhibiting

Most people are confused by this sudden and aggressive shift in his demeanor, but chock it up to Zayne just being in a particularly nice mood after his trip. Whatever happened on his leave must have been truly wonderful for the doctor, and that happiness was contagious. The residents of the hospital can't help but be pleased that Asko's pride and joy finally seemed to get a moment of blissful respite.

Only Greyson and Yvonne exchange knowing looks, understanding the truth of the situation immediately. Hit with the realization of just how good his mini-vacation was (and how most of that was thanks to you), they can't help but tease their friend a bit, taking turns asking prodding questions, snickering when the only response he provides is clearing his throat and demanding they get back to work.

However it's up to Yvonne to break the news to Zayne, as it became apparent that while Greyson noticed it as well, he was too flustered by seeing it to say anything. Zayne probably thought he was being safe wearing that turtleneck under his lab coat, despite the fact that it was still far too hot aside for such attire. Unluckily for him the signs of your affection would not be so easily contained, and the large red and purple splotch the crept past the hem of his collar was not something that could be played off as a simple wound-the teeth marks made sure of that.

She had never seen Zayne turn quite so red as the moment she pulled him aside and told him, and for a moment she felt almost bad for telling him, wondering if maybe she should have let him figure it out on his own to save him from the awkwardness. However when she looked back on the man as she was departing, watching as he gingerly touched your mark, a roguish smile dancing on his lips as it no doubt made him reminisce about the moment he received it from you, that she realized his blush was not from embarrassment alone.

[parkswritessometimes]

Facing Fears

TW: Needles PTSD

Egotober Day 10: Virus Marvin sat silently, looking around the doctor's small room. Chase sat in the extra chair playing on his magic light box. It was like he was connected to that little thing. Always in the palm of his hand or in his pocket. It truly fascinated Marvin.

“Hey, Chase?” Marvin said, his nimble fingers fiddling with the gray hoodie strings. 

“Yeah, buddy?” Chase responded, pocketing his phone and bringing his bright blue eyes up to Marvin’s emerald green.

“You sure this doctor is, ya know, discrete?” Marvin held his body tight, his mind filling with doubt. He couldn’t risk going back to IRIS. Back to the doctors who saw him as a marvel of science, not a human being. Back to chemicals pumped into his system. His magic pushed to the limits, causing his body to fall ill for weeks. He couldn’t go back. He wouldn’t go back.

Marvin watched as Chase gently slipped his warm, calloused hands into his own. Indentations from years of playing around with nerf guns and silly little trick shots littered his fingers and palms. Marvin rubbed his thumbs across Chase’s, trying to bring himself back to the moment. Back to Chase.

“Yeah. Henrik is great. Saved my life. And this is an off-the-books kinda deal. No one will ever find out. We’re just gonna get you vaccinated, and checked out. Just make sure that you’re all healthy. It’s gonna be okay Marvin.”

Marvin nodded, taking a deep breath through his nose. It would be okay. Chase was trustworthy. Chase dropped everything for him. Taking him in, clothing him, and feeding him. It was a little embarrassing in all honesty. Here was Marvin, a man capable of creating and destroying worlds with a flick of a wrist, relying on a mortal man for his basic needs. One day Marvin would pay him back, giving him anything he wanted.

Marvin’s head snapped up as the door opened and quickly closed. A man that looked eerily similar to Chase waltzed in, making every atom in the room acknowledge his existence. Marvin silently compared the two men as they greeted each other with a small hug.

The man was about 4 inches taller than Chase, but that was probably because he was standing so perfectly straight. They both shared tired blue eyes, but this man hid them behind glasses, instead of a hat. Marvin couldn’t find many differences in their hair, both shared fluffy chestnut hair that Marvin longed for. And finally, this man dressed much better than Chase ever could. Blue scrubs and a white coat perfectly tailored to him. Meanwhile, Chase was in his favorite pair of black joggers, and a mint green sweatshirt he grabbed seconds before heading out.

“Ah, you must be Marvin.” The man said, bringing Marvin back into the moment. Marvin forced a smile onto his face, his conditioning kicking back in. Always be nice to the coats, sit perfectly still, don't scream, don’t cry, don’t talk.

“Ye-Yes, that's me.” Marvin stumbled over his words, and his eyes darted over to Chase for reassurance. Chase gave him a small smile and a thumbs up, giving Marvin permission to relax.“Well, I am Doctor Henrik Von Schneeplestien.” The doctor said,

“Chase has..informed me of the situation. I am truly sorry.”Marvin shrugged, brushing the doctor off. He didn’t want to discuss his origins or his fucked up past. He just wanted this whole test to be over and go back home with Chase. Back to their flat with the good food, warm soft blankets, and beautiful light boxes.

“Here,” Henrik said, handing a clipboard over to Marvin. Lots of words in tiny print with tiny little boxes or numbers filled the page. “It’s just a simple form, have you had any recent medical problems, mental health problems, stuff like that. After you're done I’ll start my exam.”  Marvin nodded, taking the pen out, and began filling out the boxes.

Are you experiencing any of the following symptoms? Cough, raspy breath, fever, chills.

No

Does your family have any of the following diseases?

No Family

Have you previously or currently struggled with the following diseases?

No Never been sick before

Have you experienced any thoughts of harming yourself or others?

No.

Marvin filled the chart out to the best of his ability, pushing the lingering memories of I.R.I.S. questions out of his brain. This wasn’t I.R.I.S. Chase could be trusted, this doctor could be trusted. He handed it back to Henrik and watched him skim his answers.

“Well, I am glad you seem to be in good health. Do you mind if I confirm that?” Marvin nodded, giving Henrik permission to do his exam.

 The entire time Marvin kept his mouth shut. His eyes staring straight forward. His face expressing no emotion. Not even when the cold metal stethoscope touched his bare back. Not when the machine squeezed his arm far too tightly. Not even when Henrik’s hand brushed over his scars. He was the perfect patient, the perfect subject.

“Well Marvin, I can confirm that you are a healthy man. I am just going to keep you that way with some vaccines.”

“I-I have been meaning to ask. What are vaccines?” Marvin asked. Chase had mentioned them but never fully explained what they did or how they kept you healthy.

“Oh, it is a weakened version of a virus that I will inject into your body. It will be a small pinch but nothing more.”

“Inject? Like-Like with a needle?!” Marvin’s arms came close to his chest, protecting their body. No more needles. No more tests. Chase promised him that he wouldn’t be hurt ever again. Did he lie? He wouldn’t lie. Right? Was this all an elaborate scheme on I.R.I.S's part? Did he ever really escape?!

“Hey-Hey Marvin. Breathe. Look at me.” Bright blue eyes looked right into his. A gentle hand was placed on his face, brushing the tears away. “In and out. In and out. Just like that. Good.”  Marvin followed Chase’s breathing. Placing his hand on Chase’s chest. Breathe in for six seconds, hold for seven, and out for eight.

“It’s just a small poke. I promise. Nothing's gonna possess ya, or hurt’cha. And hey, if Henrik hurts you in any way, I’ll punch him in the face. Deal?” Marvin looked back up to Chase nodding, pushing down the fear. There was a doctor here after all.

Marvin felt Henrik rolling up his sleeve, carefully and delicately. Like any wrong move would end his life. Marvin felt his magic spark at his fingertips as a cold wet towelette rubbed against his arm. He felt the sharp needle pierce his skin going into the muscle.

He scrunched his face bracing for the extreme pain he was sure was coming. For the fire to enter his veins and spread throughout his body. For the glitches to cut his muscles deep as he was possessed. But nothing came, the needle exited Marvin’s arm. Marvin opened his eyes and looked around at the familiar doctor’s office. Chase’s bright smile greeted him. He could feel the pride radiating off of him, causing Marvin to crack a small smile.

“See Marv! It’s all good! It’s okay! It’s all good! It barely hurt right?!” Chase’s excitement and so vivid, it was almost like he made the hardest trick shot of his life. Marvin laughed as Henrik placed a band-aid on the injection site. Chase was right. It was okay. Everything was okay.

prompt by: @tracobuttons