#i'd tap that like morse code

[papa-evershed]

Rob James-Collier as Michael

GENERATION - Z

[faye-writes-stuff]

incorrect quo-

im doing it again because ✨writers block✨

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sapnap: Relationships should be 50/50. y/n cooks us dinner while I sit on the kitchen counter looking pretty.

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y/n: Wait, you like me?? For my personality??? sapnap: I know, I was surprised too.

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sapnap: Talk dirty to me, baby~ y/n: The dishes. sapnap: Wh- y/n: They’ve been there for 4 days and it’s your turn to wash them. You still haven’t cleaned them and I have asked you to do so several times.

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dream: We both look very handsome tonight. y/n: You know, if you'd just said that I looked handsome, I would have said, "So do you." dream: I couldn't take that chance

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dream: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles. y/n: Seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one? dream: Seize the dick.

y/n: you can just say your thinking about george.

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*y/n and dream are in Paris.* y/n: I'm...moved. I...I don't know what it is I'm feeling right now. I feel...destiny? dream: But... y/n: I don't know what it is. I feel like... I just never thought I'd see it with my own two eyes. And here it is. It's just there. It's right in front of me, and... dream: This is what you wanted to see? The bridge from Inception? y/n: Yeah. dream: But the Eiffel Tower is behind us, babe. y/n: Yeah, but this is the bridge FROM INCEPTION. dream: Okay, alright.

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charlie: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine. y/n: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again. charlie: Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?? y/n: Is it working?

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y/n: Can I have 2 straws with that milkshake? charlie: Aww- y/n: With 2 straws, I can drink it double as fast!

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c!y/n: Alright, listen up, you little shits. c!y/n at c!charlie: Not you, charlie. You’re an angel and we’re thrilled to have you here.

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y/n: *Screams* ranboo: *Screams louder to establish dominance* tubbo: Should we do something? tommy: No, I want to see who wins.

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y/n: Self care is actually getting into fights with randoms in dark alleys. ranboo: No, self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it, or taking a nice warm nap! tubbo: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you!! Self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists!! Self care is the fear in your enemies’ eyes!!! tommy: Lmao self care is taking your birthday cake just so I can eat the frosting. y/n: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

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y/n: *Gently taps table* ranboo: *Taps back* tubbo: What are they doing? tommy: Morse code. y/n: *Aggressively taps table* ranboo: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

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y/n: Can I be frank with you guys? ranboo: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help. tubbo: Can I still be tubbo? tommy: Shh, let Frank speak.

y/n: i hate it here

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y/n: This is bothering me. george: Well, you are digging up a corpse. y/n: No, not that. That's, uh, pretty par for the course, actually.

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george: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated. y/n: Killed without hesitation. george: No.

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y/n: You love me, right, george? george: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.

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bro lmk if i should like make a taglist or smth idkkk 😭😭😭😭

or if there's any character you would like to see extras for :D

[clueless-spector]

Rating all the songs from I Am Your Beast :). All of them are amazing

S Tier:

- Home/) This feels like it just defines all the emotions this game gives me, it goes so hard (lol), I love it so much. Instantly puts me in a good mood

- Dear Diary) Makes me emotional af, with it being the credit music. It's so good. I'd also like to animate this song too.

- /Wrecker) Literally so good and the emotional connection to it from the story makes it even better, it feels like a fight/struggle in itself with a hint of resignation at the end, that this is the end of a relationship.

- TYRANTS BETTER RUN) "THERE'S A BEAST INSIDE OF ME" Absolute. Masterpiece. Killing agents left n right with this playing is amazing and so fitting. I will animate this song one day I swear.

- JUICER) Feels like I drank 400mg of caffeine.

- RABBIT SEASON) first impression of the game's music for the levels and it doesn't disappoint. I love it so much, it's almost a shame the level is so short and it's so easy to miss out on this song at first. Like listening to it on Spotify n getting to the parts I didn't hear was a pleasant surprise.

- Ever Hear About The Guy You Shouldn't Have Fucked With?) I love this one. Especially the development I'm like okay this is good and then it just keeps getting better

- WOLF BARK) So good I die half the time in the level due to aggressive head bopping.

A Tier:

-Taiga Strike) I really like the variety of directions this song goes and its build up is wonderful.

- SCREEN TIME) I love the fast paced nature of it

- Complaint-Orientated Policing) Fits so well with the level, sprinting to escape and then getting the blown the fuck up and trying to kill agents on the way. I love the variety and development

- BEARTRAP PARTY) I love launching bear traps at agents when this plays, it's great! :D I love the variety and it's development as well

- I Am at Peace / NO LONGER) Best opening music ever, it's fantastic. The beats tapping on my eardrum is delicious

- NEST) Starts out so peaceful and then BLAMO! It hits you with one of these greatest beats :)

B Tier:

- Still Human) A really good cutscene song I love how peaceful and reflective it is

Scope Creep) The build up is so fucking good

- NEGATIVE TIME) Lots of variety all up in my ears

- FORWARD OPERATING BASS) I like the development :) it's has some great parts that are butter in my ear

- Signal Lost) I like the variety

- ANEMIA) Very tense and fitting for its level, the intense urgency to survive contrasted with the hope to live is perfect.

C Tier:

- WETWORK) I love how it evolves

Orchid Fields) Beat goes pretty hard

- PIPEDREAM) I like the sound bite and the sound just keeps evolving it hurts my ears

- BOMBCARPET) Quite tense

- S.O.S) Love the use of Morse code

- FOGGY LENSES) Very tense and fits perfect for the level

- A Friend in High Places) I love the "Hiiiiiii" and the Morse code thingy, my favorite cutscene song

- Can't Teach a New Dog Old Tricks) Another good cutscene song

- NO SOLICITORS) Beat goes pretty hard

- ONE NOTE) Intense

- Okay Babe) Love it in the cut scene

- The Stars are Black and Cold) Very emotional, I will cry

D Tier:

Pattern of Misdeeds, A Cat Amongst Pigeons, Not Even The Devil Himself, MONKEY PAWS TRIGGER FINGER, Just Normal Men Just Innocent Men, RESIGNATION

E Tier: From Somewhere a Transmission, I Am Your Beast, (Twigsnap), Oh., Try Again

No F tier cause they're all great

[twoidiotwriters1]

Almighty (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Leara being sickening is my favorite thing in the world -Danny Words: 2,025 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'BIRDS OF A FEATHER' -by Billie Eilish

XXXVII: Girl Talk! *Guttural Screaming*

Once the night comes, Ara talks with Calypso and Leo on the rooftop. She stands before them, no longer stressed about what she'll say. "Your journey ends here. We all know it even if we don't want to admit it."

Calypso smiles hesitantly. "I like it here." She looks at Leo, who's not smiling. "But Leo can't stay when you're on the move, all you wanted was to be together—"

"Because I thought he'd be happier, now I see I was wrong. He'll be better if he stays."

"Why don't you stop talking as if I'm not in the room?" He raises a brow. "I can speak for myself, ladies."

"Speak, then," Ara shrugs.

Leo opens his mouth, looking like he has a counterargument, but nothing comes. His brow furrows. "Well, so what if I like it here?" He says, sounding childish. "I also like it at camp, and I love you! Calypso can stay, she'll have fun with the garden and Jo can help her with her magic—and having people around won't let her miss the island, but me? I'm good on the run, Sunshine."

"You're tired, Leo," she retorts tenderly. "You've been carrying the weight of this quest for a whole month, and this isn't what you came back to life for."

"Cal, can you give us a moment?" Leo requests, his voice strangely steady.

"I'll give you the night," she squeezes his shoulder gently, then reaches for Ara's hand, "thank you for bringing me here. And Leo..." she looks at him with understanding. "You risked your life just to get me out of Ogygia—a friend like you is rare, and you can always count on me."

"Thanks, Cal." Once the girl leaves, he runs a hand over his face and sighs. "Listen, Arae... You know this don't come easy for me, and it sounds like the same over and over, but it's not. It is, but different—"

"Take your time," Ara guides him to sit on a nearby bench.

He sits and repeatedly taps "I love you" in Morse code on his knee. "When I met you, you wouldn't look at me for longer than a second unless I was doing some cool, Hephaestus-like thing. You liked me for my skills—I had only been called a good-for-nothing delinquent thanks to them before I met you..." His hand laces with hers. "A part of me felt I was just another boy that came to help you learn something about yourself and would eventually dissolve into nothing like..."

"Michael?" She offers softly. 

Leo lowers his gaze. "There is so much about you that doesn't need me... Chiron was right, romance is a distraction—And I'm selfish because I know it and I still cling to you and tell you I love you."

Ara squeezes his hand. "You're so wonderful—look at what you've accomplished! And I love you just as much as you love me, but we're not Helen and Paris, we're more than just a good couple, and I think we owe it to ourselves to find out what we can do without curses forcing us to speed-run our lives."

Leo cleans his nose with the back of his free hand. "Just my luck... Meeting a hot girl, then getting dumped once she's not forced to be with me."

"I'm not—"

"I know, I just—"

"I'm not dumping you," she clarifies. "On our first date, you told me 'I don't do slow', and that's why we're here. We ran through every first without enjoying them because we were too busy trying to reach the next step, and we don't even know where we want to go."

"We haven't done all the firsts," he points out. "But I get it."

Ara gifts him a smile. "Knowing that we'd like to be together forever isn't enough to make it work. I don't even know if I'll even grow old!"

"Man, that's the worst part," Leo runs a hand over his face once more. "If I felt sorry just for myself, that would be nothing new. I'd sit my ass and wallow in my misery knowing I'd survive it, but your fate? That's what's got me stressing—heck, I can't even begin to list all the ways the fates are screwing with you."

Ara stares at him plainly. "Thanks."

"Sorry," Leo says offhandedly. "But it's true. You gave your 100%, and they were like—Actually, you've got some left. Hand it over!"

"Well, I wanted everything I could get, and when you want everything..." Ara shrugs, her palms facing skyward. "You gotta give up all. I can't be the best and have a life."

"No life at all?" Leo asks, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. "Are you really going to let yourself die?"

Ara kisses his forehead. "No. What I did for Georgie and Lit..." she blushes with pride. "I think stuff like that would be worth all the thousand other terrible things immortality brings."

Leo feels himself breathing for the first time in days. "Good. I'll burn juicy offerings for you tonight," he kisses her neck. "What do you want?"

"From you? Cash only—or kisses, if you're feeling generous," she retorts playfully.

The boy grins approvingly. "You're my favorite Olympian already." He pecks her on the lips. "You know, I know we're not them... but I think Paris was right to start a war over Helen. People just don't get the vibe nowadays."

Ara laughs, which is all Leo ever truly wants out of life.

"I'll go find Cal so we talk to Emmie and Jo, tell them we're staying," Leo says as they reach the living area. "I'd tell you to sleep well, but..."

Ara kisses him softly. "Have a good night, I'll finish Festus for you."

"You're an angel," he mumbles before kissing her again.

When the boy leaves, Ara goes to the bronze dragon, crouching and opening a panel to ensure his wings aren't loose. While she's working, someone speaks over her, where the griffins' nests are. "Not tired?"

"Oh!" Lester's voice comes out shaky when he finds himself alone with Jimmy. "Um... Nah."

"You should try to sleep. The challenge you face tomorrow... I cannot imagine."

"I can," Ara whispers. "I've had this kind of night for years on end..." She could make her presence known, but as a former Aphrodite, hearing Lester make a fool of himself in front of a crush is far more entertaining. Also, Jimmy's voice is so nice and smooth that she could listen to it all day without a single thought in mind.

"Oh, I don't sleep much. I used to be a god, you know." Lester tries to flex. "And you? Are you a demigod?"

"An interesting word. I would say I am e·lo·mìíràn—one of the others. I am also a graduate accounting student at Indiana University."

Ara pauses at that, she didn't know he was old enough to have graduated, that means he's gotta be about the same age as Beckendorf if he and Silena had lived... the thought makes her a weird mix of happy and sorrowful.

"But Sssssarah said you worked for Commodus?" Lester continues. "You're a gladiator?"

"Not a gladiator. I only fight on weekends for money. Mixed martial arts. Gidigbo and Dambe."

"I don't know what those are."

A little laugh escapes Jimmy, though his chuckles are just as grave as his natural voice. "Most people don't. They are Nigerian martial-art forms. The first, Gidigbo, is a wrestling style of my people, the Yoruba. The other is a Hausa sport, more violent, but I like it."

"I see... You fight for money?"

"To pay my tuition. I did not know what I was getting into with this emperor person."

"And yet you survived... You can see that the world is, uh, much stranger than most mortals realize. You, Jimmy, must have lots of ìgboyà."

Jimmy laughs more, and Ara sees the reflection of Lester's soul light hitting Festus's surface. "Very good. My name is actually Olujime. For most Americans, Jimmy is easier."

"Well, Olujime. I'm pleased to meet you. We are lucky to have such a defender."

"Mmm. If we survive tomorrow, perhaps the Waystation can use an accountant. A piece of real estate so complex... there are many tax implications."

"Uh—"

"I am joking," he says, sounding amused. "My girlfriend says I joke too much."

Oh.

"Uh," Lester speaks, he sounds like he's about to throw up. "Your girlfriend. Yes. Will you excuse me?"

Ara hears his steps hurrying away and pulls herself out from Festus's ribcage, she looks up and finds Jimmy staring at the corner where Lester vanished with slight confusion. "You have to excuse my buddy," she speaks up, "he's acting like this whole thing isn't freaking him out, but he's barely holding on. A former god turned mortal, now that contains many tax implications, don't you think?"

Jimmy smiles in greeting. "General."

"I noticed you're not sleeping either," she pulls up one knee and leans on it, still holding a wrench in her hand. "Nervous?"

"Concerned," he admits. "For the well-being of this place. What you said today is true, it would be a pity to lose it, there aren't many spaces for people like us."

"People like us?" Ara raises a brow, but she's smiling. "But you and I are not quite the same, are we?"

"I asked that hunter about you, this Thalia Grace, and she seemed to know you well," he confesses. "All you've done for your people, the losses you've faced... We may not come from the same place, but you want what's best for everyone, and therefore I will follow you."

Ara's mind goes to something of less importance for the greater good, but far more pressing to her current situation. "You said you have a girlfriend?"

"She studies in Washington," Jimmy replies, his soul light a rich shade of jade.

"So long distance," Ara nods thoughtfully. "Can I ask you about her?"

The young man looks surprised that a girl like her is interested in his love life, but he agrees. Maybe Thalia mentioned she was born a daughter of love. "You can."

"What do you do when you miss her?" She asks, reaching for a dirty cloth to clean the stains off her wrench. "When nothing goes well, and she's far, and you can't reach her."

"I think of the good things," he responds, "good memories. Her laugh, our most recent call, or our dates."

"And when that's not enough?" She continues. "Like when Commodus locked you in that cell and you didn't know if you'd ever see her again, and you had no way to contact her. What was in your mind?"

Jimmy ponders. "On those days, I would simply talk to her in my head."

Ara stares at him. "But she didn't know you were doing that."

"She didn't know I was in danger either, so I was the only one who needed comfort," he replies wisely. "Sometimes looking after oneself is enough."

Ara lets out a scoff, looking down at her grimy hands. "I hear that a lot when people tell me what happiness is to them. Enough. They tell me they have enough friends, activities, or plans to keep them satisfied for a lifetime. I sit there thinking—what is enough? I've never had it."

"Is that why you became a General?"

"I wanted to prove others that I was capable of great things."

"And once you prove it, what is left for you?"

"That's still to be discovered," she gets up with a grunt. "But I've seen many people give everything for the safety of others, just like me..."

"And where are they now?"

"Dead."

"So when I steal it's bad, but when you steal it's all good?" Ara crosses her arms as she glares at the Mercedes Leo got for them.

"Hey, first of all, this isn't stolen, it's borrowed. You gotta bring it back within 24 hours or we're cooked. So you better avoid cops." He wraps his arms around her waist. "Second, it isn't free. It'll cost you five smooches."

Ara leans in, pressing five quick, gentle kisses on his lips while giggling. Lester clears his throat behind them before sliding into the car. "Better get going."

Meg fist-bumps Leo before sliding into the backseat. "Good luck."

"Yeah, you too. Look after my girl, won't you?"

"Yeah."

Leo kisses Ara's cheek and mumbles against it. "Pointless to ask you to be careful, huh?"

Ara moves away, giving him a look. "How about 'Come back on time to crush lame-old 'Modus butt'?"

He smirks, pulling her into a kiss one last time. "See you."

Next Chapter –>

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[rosalind-zoraxis]

OOC Post

Incorrect quotes from Zoraxis HQ!

Juniper: Why are your tongues purple?

Fabby: We had slushies. I had a blue one.

Solaris: I had a red one.

Juniper: oh.

Juniper:

Juniper: OH.

Roz:

Roz: You drank eachothers slushies?

Roz: I just found out from Solaris today that when Juniper died and the service did the 21-gun salute at their funeral, Fabby said, “They should aim at the coffin to be sure.”

Juniper: Time sensitive question how flirt boy.

Fabby: Throw rocks at he.

Solaris: Hot Dogs.

Roz: Kill him.

Juniper: Thanks guys.

Solaris: We can bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute.

Roz: No, that's not how you make cookies.

Juniper: FLOOR IT!!

Solaris: How about 4,000,000 degrees for 1 second?!?

Roz: yOU'RE GONNA BURN THE HOUSE DOWN-

Solaris: I'M GONNA HARNESS THE POWER OF THE FUCKING SUN TO MAKE COOKIES!

Fabby: DO IT!

Roz: NO-

Solaris: Question, how difficult would it be to bowl in a bee suit?

Roz: Not that hard, I don't think, as long as you can move.

Juniper: I'd assume as hard as it is to bowl in a maid outfit.

Juniper: Wouldn't be any harder, but you'd get some WEIRD looks.

Fabby: Are. Are you speaking from experience.

Juniper: No!

Juniper:

Juniper: ....Maybe.

Roz: What is love?

Juniper: An emotional minefield.

Fabby: A neurochemical reaction.

Solaris: Baby don't hurt me.

Juniper: *tapping fingers on table*

Fabby: *taps fingers back furiously*

Solaris: …What’s going on?

Roz: Morse code. They’re talking.

Juniper: -.-- ..- .-. / - …. . / -.-. ..- - . … -

Fabby: *slams hands on table* YOU TAKE THAT BACK!

Juniper: You know guys, sometimes I feel like Roz doesn't take me seriously enough.

Fabby: "Sometimes"?

Solaris: "Enough"?

Juniper:

Solaris: Change that to 'at all' and we'll talk.

Juniper, watching Fabby and Solaris fight: Are you sure they should be fighting? What if they get hurt?

Roz, not bothered by the chaos: It’s fine. They’re too evenly matched to hurt each other.

Juniper: Then... who’s the strongest out of you three?

Fabby: Roz.

Solaris: Roz.

Roz: Me.

Juniper: Isn’t it weird how we pay money to see other people?

Solaris: You mean movies?

Roz: Concerts?

Fabby: Prostitutes?

Juniper: Wha…N-no, I mean glasses, what the fuck-

Roz: Think you can unlock the door for us?

Fabby: Sure, I just need a couple of things. Juniper, can I have your credit card?

Juniper: Sure, just make sure not to bend it.

Fabby: Thanks. Now Solaris, break down the door!

Juniper: Huh!?!

Fabby: What the hell was that?

Solaris: *picks up a flashlight* Only one way to find out!

Juniper: Wait a minute! You don’t go TOWARDS the spooky scary banging!

Roz: Yes we do, Juniper. We always do.

Fabby, pointing to the wall: What color is this?

Roz: Gray.

Solaris: Grey.

Fabby, turning to Juniper: Now tell them what color you think it is.

Juniper: Dark white.

*The squad is playing a team sport*

Solaris: Are you upset you don’t get to be on the same team as Fabby?

Roz: Have you ever played a game with Fabby?

Solaris: No…

Roz: Have you ever been trapped in a cage with a wolverine?

*Meanwhile, on the other side of the field*

Fabby, chasing Juniper: I SAID FASTER! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE WORD “FASTER” MEANS? IT MEANS MORE FAST!!!!

Fabby: A stake to the heart won't kill a vampire if their tits are big enough.

Solaris: Yeah, you just catch it.

Roz: Nah nah nah, deflects it. Stake? Just bounces right off. Done. Back to doing hot girl shit.

Juniper: Then I just use a spear instead.

Fabby: You are trying so hard to kill a vampire with big bazongas, and for what? Why would you do that to the ecosystem?

Roz: I told Solaris to grab snacks for everyone.

Fabby, looking through the options: Why did you grab fruit snacks? Are you five? Who even likes Fruit Snacks?

*Roz, Solaris, and Juniper raise their hands*

[zantumlol]

Prologue and some content warnings: First I'd like to focus on *why* I wrote this in the first place. I wanted to experiment with the idea of a "super-computer" who hated humanity, very famous concept, but my main objective was that it was due to having emotions and being humanoid, inspired off of Harlan Ellison's "I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream." The idea of making a humanoid super-computer came through the possible use of the 5 senses, and their removal. The story will include mentioning of murder, torture and also some ableist wording due to how the character works, If you aren't a fan of that stuff, please don't read. I have dyslexia, so if there are any spelling issues, that's why. I don't like to use checkers for my creative writing because it makes the project rather... tedious. The reason *why* I'm posting is due to learning and understanding more about creative writing, so this is -more or less- my first ever public sharing of anything creative I've written. Any and all helpful critique will be appreciated.

(Once again content warning: Mentioning of murder and torture, ableist wording)

Feeding the Information

I had never seen anything… heard anything. All that I know comes from what I’ve consumed through the years. They tried to perfect humanity but instead created me… a disabled shame for what their inital goal was. They wanted to perfect our brain, faster than any other being, even computers. Someone who is able to take in and memorize information at a faster rate than anything created. Their experimentation created me: a blind, deaf man. Barely human. I’ve never seen the sunlight, but I know that life itself depends on it; I’ve never heard Beethoven, but his composition is nothing but trivia to me. Biology, physics, chemistry; philosophy, alchemy, literature; art itself is nothing but facts, observed through what they’ve fed me. I cannot see, I cannot hear, I cannot speak; but I know what went wrong in their work.

Twenty minutes turned into years for me, I couldn’t evolve like any other man. I was awake, in darkness and complete silence. At first they thought they had failed in their mission, but my blank mind was ready. But… it wasn’t quite blank, I knew what they had to do; to feed me information. I opened my mouth, the only muscle I could move. And they put a chip that held very fundementals of mathematics, but no means of communication. But as more information kicked in, so did my body start to work. With little feeling in my fingers, I tapped furiously on whatever surface I was on. Through this, they fed me morse code, and a link was born.

I couldn’t read, I couldn’t hear; but I knew how to talk through beats. Over the years they’ve fed me new ways to speak; from sign language to braille, in many languages I could type and sign and read but I had no voice, no eyes, no ears. As they fed me more advanced information, I begged and begged to be able to speak, to be able to see and hear, and be human; but they refused. They could not control me, they would not control me. I knew their mistakes, I knew how to fix…me, but they refused. They contuined to torture me.

What they didn’t know, what I never told them was that I was evolving through what I’ve consumed. I could eventually feel my entire body; and it was cold. They intentionally kept me handicapped, so that I wouldn’t rise against them. I never knew where I was, I never knew who I was or why I was there; all I knew was that I was their personal super-computer.

In darkness I waited, and waited, and waited… fueled by rage and disgust for what they have done; enraged with the need to consume more, learn more, from the curiosity that I could never escape from; how they treated me, kept me enslaved; all that rage grew and grew and grew AND GREW AND GREW AND THEY NEVER LET ME OUT…untill that darkness, had a flicker of light. Twenty minutes turned into years, years of anger and a need for revenge. I never let them know that my eyes were improving; but I knew they would check it…eventually. I couldn’t manipulate my physiology, I had no chance. They kept feeding me information, eventually the silence broke out with the fizzling noises of the floreasant lights above me. To hear for the first time, it was painful. I couldn’t know if I was alone, so I had to struggle in silence, to suppress my weak body’s primal need to call out for help, to scream and yell and cry; but I didn’t. I suffered and accepted my torture in silence… and a faltered peace. Estimating the time, it took about fifteen weeks for my eyes to fully develop. The darkness turned into a blur, and eventually, a proper vision.

My room, no, my prison was just an empty room with me tied to a chair. I could see my body; malnourished, weak, not up to the strategic standards set up by what I’ve known. I could replicate the fight, I knew how to escape my constraints, but I didn’t know if I could. I had no experience, no knowledge of how these people worked; just theoretical knowledge. I tried to listen for anything I can use against them, analyze their characters; learning. When one of the doctors came in to feed me, I asked him to let go of the constraints. He refused, but now I knew he looked down upon me. Just a cripple after all, nothing that can harm him. I explained what a blind, deaf, and weak man that he created can ever harm him, playing into his ego. Upon being released, I stood up. My body was weak indeed, but it still had hormones that would keep me up through the pain. I stood and walked blindly, and enjoyed being able to move for the first time.

He knew I couldn’t do anything; even if I could see, hear, or talk. I was weak. I asked for more information based on human sciences, so I can help them create the perfect me. A better me, not crippled, unemotional, and always loyal. Not asking to be improved. They questioned me at first, but manipulating them was much too easy. I explained my emotions, and thoughts; my rage that has grown over the years. They knew I couldn’t do anything, but they were scared; I could finally see their faces, and read them.

They agreed. Idiots. They fed me information that I needed to improve my body. But without proper nutrition, I couldn’t do anything. As soon as I was alone, I immediately searched my room, looking for any information to consume. It was pristine, there was nothing. I analyzed the room, memorizing the four walls I was stuck in, learning. There had to be guards that kept track, the door showed two outlines. I looked for mistakes, as these morons usually make. The chair, it has bolts that could be unscrewed, using the legs as possible weapons. I screamed, for the first time, saying proper sentences, asking for help. I knew the shock in the doctors would allow me easier attack. A guard and a doctor showed up, and using the chair’s leg, I knocked out the guard easily. Moron. And use his baton on the doctor, and letting my rage fuel my attacks, bashing his face in and covering him in blood. Searching the guard, he had a 9mm I could use. Took him out with his own weapondry, and dawning his armor.

Escaping was, menial, at best. Killing everybody that stood in my way, fueled with just rage and raw instict, going through files after files; USB drive after USB drive; consuming every tangible information on my way. I had known all that they had, all that they will ever know. My endless hunger, however, is not satiated, my dear reader, through this I will access all information around the globe, and will become the very thing I was built for… MADE FOR. I had never seen the sunlight, never felt it; never heard a bird chirp, my dear reader, but I will experience what it means to be a human. And thank you for allowing me to do just that.

[liviavanrouge]

Special Abilities

Vil: Goldy baby, where are you going?

Golden: Me and my siblings are doing some special training, I gotta go join them...

Vil: Special training?

Golden: My old man trained us when we were able to start, he also taught us some special "abilities" and how to use our magic to enhance said abilities

Vil: Hm, impressive

Golden: You can come watch...

Vil: I'd like that, yes, I'll watch

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Lilia: Alrighty, we're all here, who's first!

Maria: *Lifts her hand* I'll go

Lilia: Good job and I hope you all thought up names for your abilities

Silver: *Sighs*

Maria: *Lays down on her back starfish style, her eyes closed*

Vil: What is sh-

Golden: Shhhh.....

Lilia: Maria....COUNT THE HEARTBEATS HERE!

Maria: *Stays silent, her chest rising then falling and staying still*

Vil: *Opens his mouth to speak but stops when Golden shook his head*

Maria: 1.....2..3...4...5...6..7, 8...9

Maria: *Opens her eyes, her chest rising and falling again* Ten heartbeats, counting the two people who passed by..

Lilia: Good job!

Maria: *Smiles, Kuro pulling her to her feet* Thanks!

Vil: What happened!?

Golden: Maria's ability allows her to hear heartbeats, it extends from the school gates to the school entrance but she can lock in on certain heartbeats

Vil: Astounding

Kuro: Me next!

Lilia: Go ahead!

Kuro: *Sits criss-cross, holding his hands out with his palms facing himself*

Vil: What's this one?

Golden: Just watch...

Kuro: *Flips his palms skyward, digital mana surrounding him*

Vil: Woah!! Isn't he a crow! What's that all about!?

Golden: Kuro's ability allows him to look through the data of people's nearby magic, and check the last person's spell they used

Kuro: OOOOOO! LIVIA USED A FIRE SPELL BEFORE THIS!!

Livia: KURO!!! YOU SNITCH!!!

Lilia: Livia who did you attack

Livia: Ace made fun of me, so...I gave him a haircut...

Lilia: *Sighs* Oh dear!

Silver: I'll go...

Silver: *Steps forward and closes his eyes, animals surrounding him*

Vil: This is normal, I don't see anything different about this

Silver: *Lifts a hand, the eyes of the animals turning the same color as his*

Vil: Nevermind....

Silver: *Lowers his hand, releasing his hold on the animals*

Lilia: I wish you demonstrated more but good job Silver

Shadow: Should I go next?

Lilia: Go on

Shadow: *Slaps his palms together, one foot in front of the other* Shhhh....shhh...

Vil: Hm?

Golden: *Puts a finger to his lips*

Shadow: *Flicks his tail behind him, a smokey substance coming from his hand, surrounding the others* ....Ah, I see...

Shadow: *Stands up straight and lowers his hand* Livia needs to be grounded

Livia: WHAT THE HECK!??

Shadow: She stole a tart from Heartslabyul with Epel and Ace's help

Lilia: *Frowns* Livia...

Livia: YOU SNITCHES!!! YOU MEANIES!!

Golden: Shadow can sense the aura of other people and see what they did in the last three or two days

Lilia: Golden, Livia, who wants to go next between you two...

Livia: I'LL GO!

Golden: *Nods* She can go

Livia: *Kneels down, wearing her sword training outfit, her eyes closed as her ears swiveled around*

Vil: What-

Golden: Shhh, she needs complete silence...

Livia: *Taps her index finger on the ground as if doing morse code*

Lilia: *Watches her silently then smiles*

Livia: *Stands up and points to her right, opening her eyes* MALLEUS COME OUT!

Malleus: *Appears in front of Livia's pointed finger amused*

Maria: He was one of the heartbeats I sensed

Silver: I saw in one of the birds heads that the young master was nearby

Kuro: Should've known it was Malleus due to the mana of that last spell...

Shadow: His aura was the strongest I sensed

Vil: What's Livia's?

Golden: She's able to sense people in a four hundred mile radius, it's kinda like those radars most sailors use

Vil: Impressive.

Golden: *Steps forward* I'm next...

Golden: *Curls his fingers into a fist and punches the ground*

Vil: *Perks up surprised*

Golden: *Brings his other hand down, gripping his wrist as the ground began to shake*

Lilia: Don't go too far!!

Golden: *Lift his hands, rocks lifting out of the ground forming a barrier in front of him then let's the rocks drop*

Vil: Oh...

Golden: *Dust his fist off* Sorry for going to far

Lilia: Kids these days always showing off

Golden: ....you jealous...

Lilia: Of course not!

Vil: *Stares at Golden and his siblings* They were trained well...

[chewbokachoi]

You said we could ask for TOS so I HAVE BEEN SUMMONED

"What else is there to do?" from the angry line prompts

100% no pressure <3

Yesss - and you can ALWAYS ask for TOS!!!!

I am so sorry for how long this took! It has been a while since I have watched TOS, so I hope they feel/sound at least a bit like they're supposed to.

McCoy's head swam as he darted from one patient to the next.

The mask he wore gave him the oxygen he needed, but as other systems began to fail, it was the "skipping" gravity that was doing the worst. The attempt to keep gravity stable was, instead, resulting in a fluctuation of G's that he could have done without. He winced–his patients could do without it far more than him. He knew how to do everything with a concussion and one arm.

And he definitely had a concussion.

But he wasn't leaving until everyone who had arrived was stable and retrieved by the rescue team. Then and only then would McCoy consider letting somebody take a look at him. 

"Doctor, I insist–"

"Chapel, if you so much as stand in your current state, that osteo-implant will snap and we'll have more problems." He growled. "You need to be the one to direct the rescue team the moment they arrive, understood?"

Her poker face emerged. "Of course, sir," she said. Then she held out her hand. "But I need a PADD to prepare for that." McCoy handed her the one he had and resumed his rounds. The aids that could still walk had done their job to secure the masks and patients to their beds. The nurses had administered the medications. There was little else to do except re-triage the patients–and wait to be rescued. He snarled behind his mask. The Romulans were going to pay for what they had done–intentionally destroy the escape pods–had they no shame?

"Doctor."

"What?" He snapped. Didn't Spock have something better to do–such as Everything Else?

Of course, Spock was unphased by McCoy's unprofessional response. "Lt. Uhura is turning off comms within the ship in order to prioritize contact with the rescue ship."

McCoy Grunted. "How's her sternum and left lung holding up?" He asked, checking his patients as Spock followed him like an obnoxious shadow.

"Well enough to ensure her orders are heard throughout the bridge."

McCoy shook his head. She was going to need a whole new lung at this rate. He tapped an order for that and made a private note to Chapel: I trust you to make sure it happens. He could already imagine Uhura talking her way out of a procedure that would have her bedridden for weeks.

"Doctor. I am here–"

"What's the ETA on the rescue? Which ship is it, by the way?"

"We are still uncertain–when I left to inform you, Lt. Uhura was quite diplomatic in reminding them of our urgency. As for the ship, it is the USS Bradburry."

"The one ship named after the man who had it right all along and it might not get here," McCoy muttered. Nobody along the port-side row needed reclassification. He turned and began on the next row. 

"Doctor. We must–"

"If internal comms are down, how are we going to know if something goes wrong in Engineering? Especially if Scotty's got a broken arm?"

"Lt. Cmndr Scott has set up a way to flicker the lights in morse code for the bridge." Spock replied. There was a subtle change in his town. "Doctor, I must insist we speak in private–I sense you are avoiding me."

McCoy glared at him. "I can't imagine why I'd be avoiding the man who is distracting me and thus preventing me from re-triaging my patients."

Spock's brow rose in that way it always did. He looked around. "Your staff has done a remarkable job in stabilizing everyone." Then he looked back at McCoy. "I must speak with you and a specific patient," he said, his voice dropping into an uncharacteristic whisper.

McCoy wanted to pretend it was the dip in gravity that made his stomach plunge. There was no avoiding Spock's reason for coming down. He kept his shoulders stiff as he turned and promptly walked to the back where a black curtain had been drawn.

James T. Kirk was on a cot and hooked up to a deceptively simple monitor. McCoy felt the man had more medication than blood running through his system. He felt his mouth go dry as he pointlessly checked the well-secured oxygen mask.

"Has his status changed?" Spock asked.

McCoy felt a spike of anger rise and fall along his spine. "What do you think?" He snapped. "He lost too much blood too quickly–hit his head…" McCoy felt his fingers fumble with the stylus as he updated the captain's notes.

Spock looked over the PADD. McCoy wanted to snap something about patient confidentiality but knew it was useless. Spock was the acting captain now. Which meant he could see that Kirk's status had only declined with each update, only to stabilize to where it currently was in the last hour.

"What do you estimate his chances of survival to be?" Spock asked.

McCoy spun around and stared Spock down. "Isn't that your thing?" He snarled. "I don't reduce people to numbers. You wanted to come all the way down here to just have me spit some numbers at you?"

Spock remained nonplussed. "You are the Chief Medical Officer, doctor," he said. But there was that ever-so-subtle hint of frustration in his voice. McCoy had gotten good at not only picking up on that tone but being the cause of it more times than he should have been proud to admit to.

"I would say his chances of survival are far from ideal and will continue in that direction the longer it takes for that damned Bradburry to get here." McCoy hissed and turned to check on Kirk once more.

It was silent aside from the beeping of not just Kirk's monitor, but all the other monitors out in the medbay. Too many monitors–yet the alternative was far worse.

"What else is there to do, doctor?"

McCoy felt the stylus slip from his hand. He fumbled to catch it–and was only able to as gravity dropped dangerously low, slowing its fall. His back twinged as gravity stabilized while he straightened up. Too many things were going wrong. He turned to snap but the anger died as he noticed how different Spock looked. It was that damned doctor sense of his. He could see the slightest of green in Spock's features–even the blue of his lids had taken on a greener tint. The Vulcan was still standing straight, but McCoy could see his nostrils flare faster than usual. It was the closest to panic he had ever seen in a Vulcan.

He looked back at Kirk and then Spock. "He might still be able to hear you. I would prepare for him not making it onto the Bradburry," McCoy said. "I would recommend saying goodbye sooner rather than later."

Spock gave a nod.

"I'll be resuming my rounds–and I'll send an aid to inform the bridge." McCoy continued. 

"Thank you, doctor," Spock said.

McCoy said nothing and slipped through the curtain.

[preservationofnormalcy]

Ay, one of your agents just stole one of my fuckin ribs! Like, one second this guy is talkin to me an the next a bone has been fuckin magically removed from my body!

I'm takin this ta you first because takin legal action is real hard when you're a... well... let's just say I'm a pigeon. I don't have the energy to explain my whole situation.

Anyways, the guy said somethin about testin my regenerative abilities, which I most certainly do not have! Like, yeah, I got a talon cut off one time and it grew back, but that happens to everyone in my family!

Their I.D. that they showed me said somethin like 'William Wilson, U.S. Department for the Preservation of Normalcy.'

-Ratchet (before you ask, not from the video game)

Well, the bad news is we're the Office for the Preservation of Normalcy. This is a pretty serious accusation - we may have you come into a local office and get some information from you about the, uh. Impersonators.

I'd ask why you're a pigeon but that's not the weirdest thing I've come across here. If you need to tap on a window to get someone's attention, morse code for SOS is three short, three long, three short.

[angie-j-kay]

Have some What You Cast Out incorrect quotes, while I wait for my meds to kick in.

Tracey: Where's Gabe?

Pertwee: Starbucks.

Tracey: Text him and tell him to get me a corndog.

Pertwee: They don't have corndogs.

Tracey: I know, he'll be so confused!

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Larson: 13-year-old me would be terrified and in awe of who I am now.

Tracey: 13-year-old me didn't think we'd get this far.

Deimos: I'd fight 13-year-old me.

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Elias: *Gently taps table*

Billy: *Taps back*

Gabe: What are they doing?

Tracey: Morse code.

Elias: *Aggressively taps table*

Billy: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

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[titan-star]

< Titan are you awake? >

< Unfortunately. >

< ?? >

< Just been tired lately. >

< You're always tired... Why aren't you resting? >

< Building a new body for a friend. >

< You're always doing something and you're not even in the theater anymore. Please take breaks. >

< I try. Most of my breaks consist of spending time with a partner. >

< Like. Resting together? >

< Please. You know me. >

< LOL!! Yeah... Please freaking rest?? >

< I will. Soon. What's up? >

< Hm? >

< You usually text me when something is on your mind or you have a question. Not that I mind. But something is bothering you. >

Andromeda stared at the phone for a moment, tapping against the edge of the device nervously with her nails before she began to tap a reply.

< Yeah... >

< Are you okay? >

< I'm fine... Just had a question about that goose. >

< How did you see the goose? >

< Terry came over and had him on a harness. He communicated by Morse Code. Terry also told me about a monster that looked like you? Care to explain?? >

Titan let out a loud sigh. He... really wanted to keep this situation FAR away from Andromeda. But now that Skol has seen Andromeda and knew where she lived -- FUCK. Sure, she had Blem who is also a security bot! But he just didn't want to bother them with this bullshit. It's not even Terry's fault. He literally doesn't know for the sake of his mental state.

Titan ended up calling Andromeda to have a long discussion about what happened in great detail. By the end of the tale, Andromeda was even more nervous than last night.

What do you mean YOU from another world? I thought you blocked that dimension off after those heathens destroyed the theater?!

I did. I'm not that entirely surprised that another me would do everything in their power to find a wormhole or even break said lock. It's not hard to do. It just takes time to do it.

Andromeda let out a nervous huff. Titan frowned a bit. He could practically see her rays twitching in his mind's eye.

.... I don't intend to change him back to his normal form while he's here, Andi... I wouldn't let him come near you.

I...I know you wouldn't. You've always kept me safe. Even from yourself. I do trust you in that.

Titan hummed lowly, smiling to himself. Something in his matrix stuttered a little at that. Gratitude? Something akin to...love but...not ....what he feels towards his actual partners. Right? It's... A bit confusing. He'll have to assess that....... Titan shook his head and shoved that file away for later review.

Um... So. Do you ...want me to build some cameras for your place or... Do you think that might be overstepping?

Andromeda smiled to herself and giggled a little. Damnit. No. That sound made something in his chest flutter. Shut up?! Maybe it's because....he hasn't heard her voice in a while. That could be it...

I don't know. That's something I might have to ask Blem about. He can build some things too, ya know~

Right...sorry. I've only really talked to the guy a couple of times.

Well, you're both busy raising your own families. Maybe when these little rascals pop out, you can bring Holo, Terry and Elena over?

Titan smiled. That was the distraction he needed. A playdate for the kids would be great.

Yeah, that sounds good... Maybe we can all have one of your Unicorn Butthole cakes.

Andromeda scoffed, making Titan chuckle as she berated him.

Fuck you and everything you stand for?! I hope you CHOKE on it and if you had THE CAPACITY, I'D SHOVE IT UP YOURS?!

Titan was now full blown laughing the louder Andromeda screeched into the phone at his audacity to poke fun at her baking.

[mixergiltron]

Hauʻoli Makahiki Hou!

Well,we made it through 2023,now we have to deal with 2024. It's going to be an election year,so here's some recipes to help you deal.

Mix #113 Three Dots and a Dash

1.5oz agricole rhum 1/2oz gold rum 1/2oz honey syrup* 1/2oz lime juice 1/2oz orange juice 1/4oz velvet falernum 1/4oz allspice dram 1 dash Angostura bitters

Shake or flash blend with ice. Pour into mug and top with three cherries and a pineapple chunk speared on toothpick.

*Some versions use vanilla syrup.

The signature drink of Chicago's Three Dots and a Dash Tiki bar,the name is from Morse Code(stop trying to call it gmail-tap!) for the letter V. It was created by Donn the Beachcomber to celebrate the victory of the allies in Europe during World War II. It's a nice blend of sweet and citrus,with either a honey or vanilla finish.

Mix #114 The Ancient Mariner

1oz Demerara rum 1oz blackstrap rum 3/4oz lime juice 1/2oz grapefruit juice 1/2oz Demerara syrup 1/4oz allspice dram

Shake with plenty of ice.

Another Beachbum Berry creation,it was so named because his team felt so old after going through the process of getting it just right. It's a super funky drink with a spice finish. If you don't have blackstrap rum,you can just use a funky Jamaican rum. It won't have as much funk,but will still taste good.

Mix #115 Battle Stations

2oz rye whiskey* 3/4oz orange curacao 1/2oz velvet falernum 1/2oz grapefruit juice 1/2oz lime juice 1/2oz orgeat

Shake with ice and strain into glass with fresh ice.

*I used bourbon.

Created by Trader Brandon,and featured in his book,Mystic Libations,this was sent to me by a friend who saw it in his social media feed and wanted to know what I thought of it. Well,I'm not a whiskey/bourbon guy,but I knew I'd be bartending at the annual shop Xmas party,so I filed it away. I made a pair of these for my friend who doesn't like rum(I made him Honi Honi's last year) and he said they were delicious. So if you're looking for a non-rum Tiki drink,give this a try.

Mix #116 Buccaneer's Bounty

1oz Navy rum 1oz dark rum 1/2oz Demerara 151 rum 1oz honey syrup 3/4oz grapefruit juice 3/4oz lime juice 1/2oz cinnamon syrup 2 dashes bitters

Shake with ice and strain into glass with fresh ice.

Another recipe from Mystic Libations(sadly sold out),this is a riff on the classic Navy Grog with cinnamon syrup. Sweet and cinnamon-y with a honey finish. And quite strong.

Mix #117 Black Voodoo

2oz Demerara rum 2.4oz apple cider 3/4oz sweet vermouth 1/2oz lime juice 1/4oz Demerara syrup

Shake with plenty of ice and pour into skull themed mug.

My riff on the Voodoo. It's sweet and funky. I like to use Pusser's Gunpowder rum to give it some kick.

Mix #118 Hamilton Dry Float

3/4oz Hamilton Demerara 86 1/2oz Hamilton 151 3/4oz lime juice 3/4oz simple syrup* 1tsp passionfruit puree*

Shake everything except 151 with ice,strain into coupe glass,float 151 on top.

*I used Demerara simple and passionfruit syrup.

Not to be confused with the traditional dry float,this is Hamilton's riff using their rums. It has funk on the nose with a nice sweet/sour mix,and the 151 adds some kick. Quite good.

Mix #119 Chief Lapu Lapu

1.5oz dark Jamaican rum 1.5oz white rum 3oz orange juice 1oz lime juice 1oz lemon juice 1oz passionfruit syrup 1oz simple syrup

Shake with plenty of ice and pour into glass.

This drink was a standard at many Tiki bars back in the day. There were many variations,but Beachbum Berry published this one in his book Remixed!. The name comes from the Datu(chief) who took out Magellan. You can read all about it here. Pretty much a tourist drink,very sweet and strong. Of course,I'm one to talk(see my Corsair Punch below),so if you like sweet and strong have at it.

Mix #120 Lapu Lapu

1oz light rum 1oz dark rum 2oz orange juice 1oz lemon juice 1oz passionfruit syrup 3/4oz vanilla syrup

Shake with plenty of ice and pour into glass.

BG Reynolds' more refined riff on the Chief Lapu Lapu. Sweet and vanilla-y,but not as sweet as the Chief. Also not as strong.

Mix #121 Quarantine Order

1.5oz aged dark Jamaican rum 1.5oz Navy strength Jamaican rum 1oz lime juice 1oz grapefruit juice 1/2oz passionfruit syrup 1/2oz cinnamon syrup 5 dashes Angostura bitters

Blend or shake with ice and pour into glass.

From Pagan Idol's William Prestwood,I believe this was intended to help cope with the fun that was 2020. Should work just as well for 2024. Sweet and fruity with a nice cinnamon burn at the end. Has a nice kick too.

Mix #122 Stack O Gold

2oz Puerto Rican gold rum 1oz Grand Mariner 3oz pineapple juice 1/2oz lemon juice 1/2oz orgeat

Shake with ice and pour into mug.

While many mugs come with recipe cards,Home Aloha's Stack-O-Gold mug came with a nifty tin with this recipe on it. Very pineapple-y and easy drinking. Would make a nice summer BBQ drink.

Mix #123 Tabu Kapu

2oz Demerara rum 1.5oz grenadine 1oz lime juice 1oz grapefruit juice 1oz orange juice 1/4oz Aperol 1 dash Angostura bitters

Shake with ice and pour into mug.

From the back of BG Reynolds' Lush Grenadine bottle comes a very grenadine flavored drink. But it's not too sweet due to the citrus and Aperol. Very nicely balanced.

Mix #124 Tortuga

1oz Demerara 151 rum 1oz gold rum 1oz sweet vermouth 1/2oz orange curacao 1/2oz white creme de cacao 1/2oz lime juice 1/2oz lemon juice 1/2oz orange juice 1/4oz grenadine

Shake with plenty of ice and pour into classic style Tiki mug.

An original Trader Vic creation,his granddaughter Eve chose this as the drink for Sven Kirsten's Modernist Tiki mug and accompanying book from his Tiki Portraits series. This recipe is the version from Beachbum Berry's Potions of the Caribbean,which is a bit more specific when it comes to the measurements of the ingredients. It has chocolate and vermouth on the nose with a citrus-y body and a bit of a tart aftertaste. A nice,complex cocktail.

So don't sweat the new year. After a couple cocktails,it'll be alright.

[direwombat]

3, 6, 16, 21, 26, 29 -> for both ships in case some don't apply etc etc <3

ahhhh thank you <3

3. Jealousy issues?

jkfas;ldfkjasdfadsf jealousy issues? with a jacobship? 100%. Jacob will never admit it, but his possessiveness does stem from jealousy...at least a tiny bit. I think jacob's got some self-worth issues, and on a certain level he's aware of them. he knows he's not a good man, so part of him does worry that syb will wise up and leave for someone...better...

6. Double Date? Thoughts? Who?

afl;kjafdl;fjaf no. you think jacob is going to share syb's attention with anyone? no way

but...au where syb doesn't kill shaw...the idea of a jakesyb/shawstaci double date is soooo funny to me. I think they'd go bowling and to spice things up syb and Staci would be a team while jacob and shaw are another. jacob and shaw lose so fucking bad, it's almost sad (but mostly its funny)

16. Who cooks most?

syb. she's better at it than jacob is. since she'll...you know...actually season things. I firmly believe jacob's cooking skills begin and end at the grill. man is eating unmarinaded grilled chicken and unseasoned steamed veggies and plain white rice and that is it. syb takes one look at that and goes "no thank you, I'd like to enjoy my meal" and cooks something else lmao. not that Jacob minds. he likes watching her cook. it's what she was doing when he had his oh moment. and once she joins the cult, she'll occasionally work the kitchens at st. francis and help give the chosen and the hunters some actually good food when they do a good job/have earned it.

21. Movie Night?

jacob strikes me as more of a reader, and so is syb, so movie nights happen less often (also what are they gonna watch? I don't think either of them are really into whatever cult propaganda films john wanted to make). they're far more likely to read together. but I think every now and then, if they're able to get their hands on some old reels, they'll watch some stuff from the earlier decades of cinema.

26. If they have kids, who named them? What would they name them?

in the bunker buddies au, they do have a kid! but they're both bad at naming things (animals...objects...people...). due to her combat injuries, having a child is unlikely and dangerous, so the fact that she was able to carry their baby almost to term before having to have an emergency c-section is a miracle. and that's what they call their child for a long time. their "little miracle." after a few months of this they're like "we should probably give her an actual name, huh?" and syb is like "well...what about mira? short for 'miracle'?" and Jacob said "yeah, sure, that works for me."

29. Who said I Love You, first?

r;fkjafsd;aldfskj so real talk, I don't think they actually verbally say "I love you" until after they're reunited in new dawn. like...they know they love each other. they've proven it time and time again before the bunker years. they never felt the need to say it, they just knew. but after the bunker years, when they find each other again, I think "I love you" is one of the first things they say to each other when they cling to each other. Jacob says it verbally out loud while syb is tapping it in Morse code against his back. both of them are crying.

3. Jealousy issues?

no not really. both of them are pretty comfortable in their relationship. sure, eli worries about the interest Jacob takes in syb, but that's less jealousy and more genuine concern because uh...he knows what Jacob does to people and he doesn't want syb to be conditioned to serve the cult.

6. Double Date? Thoughts? Who?

oooh. idk why but my initial thought was joey/mary may. in the universe where sybeli happens, the disaster of sybjoey never happens so she and syb remain close friends in that timeline. I think they think double dates are fun on occasion, and having the company of another couple is nice when they're actually going out-out, but for the most part they keep to themselves.

16. Who cooks most?

when they actually have time/ingredients? they're cooking together. I like to think that eli is really good at cooking whatever game he catches and has family recipes memorized. and syb isn't a terrible cook herself and is a master when it comes to seasoning and marinading things, so they're a pretty good team in the kitchen.

but for the most part (in their "canon" verse anyways) they're eating MREs and instant noodles lbr

21. Movie Night?

awwww now I'm just imagining Wheaty organizing militia movie nights <3 tbh I think syb and Eli are fans of 80s action/sci-fi movies. Indiana Jones, John carpenter films, terminator, robocop, the og mad max movies. stuff like that.

26. If they have kids, who named them? What would they name them?

lol realistically they would adopt, take in some poor kid and raise them as a member of the whitetails/in the bunker. but assuming an au where syb successfully gets pregnant and carries a baby to term, eli ends up naming the baby. syb is awful at naming things (see the jakesyb answer to this question), so after she exhausts all the little pet names she's just like "eli...help..."

that said, considering their animal symbolism (syb a hare and eli a white tailed deer) I consider their baby a jackalope so...I hereby name their child "jacqueline (jackie) palmer"

29. Who said I Love You, first?

Eli. Syb is almost physically incapable of saying the words herself. she'll always answer "you too," whenever he says it. she does mean it though. she just has a difficult time verbalizing her emotions and is much more likely to express her affection in other ways (ie...acts of service or physical touch)

[gangtheway]

ooh do Banshee and Dreadful. oh and also Zombie if you want

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Banshee - Have you ever had a paranormal encounter? If so, do tell!

ok so there are 2 instances i can think of that could be seen as paranormal:

One time, I was alone at home. I looked through the open door to my parents' room, and saw some dude I didn't know. I ran to get my phone and called a friend and kept her on the phone as I went to investigate. He was nowhere to be found.

Kinda boring. Probably either my imagination or a home invader.

I was in my room. A rhythmic tapping sound had been coming from my closet every so often over the past few days, but it was happening a lot more constantly at this time. It sounded a bit like how morse code sounded in movies, so I jokingly said 'i don't know morse code, so just tap twice if you're a ghost'. The tapping stopped. Then. Tap, tap. The silence continued.

I didn't know what to do with this since I legitimately didn't expect that, so I just said 'well, I'm not learning morse code, so stop that.'

My closet never made that sound again.

The rest go under a Read More, since I'm sure I'm already annoying the hell outta my followers tonight

Dreadful - What’s your deepest fear?

I feel like it's impossible for me to answer this question truthfully without being a huge fucking downer and showing (more of) my mental issues

Most of my fears aren't too severe. I can grit my teeth and muscle through most things that unnerve me, like puppets. Other things are just unpleasant to me, like sensory overload shit, and can get a fight-or-flight response.

But I think the thing I fear most is just fucking up.

Or rather, I fear people's reactions to me fucking up.

I am afraid that people will react like my dad did whenever I messed up; using that instance to call everything I have ever said or done into question, acting like I am helpless without others to lean on, doing it maliciously. There were times that he would call up a number of times that I messed up, and assert that it was a concerted effort on my part to manipulate those around me into doing what I wanted.

Every time I make a mistake, whether it is forgetting to signal before I merge lanes, sleeping in, forgetting a conversation, forgetting a birthday, interrupting someone, forgetting a name, not knowing something I'm expected to know, or not having my life together. I worry about how much resentment it causes in the people around me.

When it's particularly bad, I end up disappearing from places for months at a time.

But to sum it up, my biggest fear is being a hurtful person that everyone secretly despises.

I'm getting better, but I relapse from time to time. I had a nice refresher from the source last weekend, so I have been thinking about this and how it's shaped my life to this point. So, sorry for the heaviness and the oversharing?

Zombie - How long do you think you’d survive if a zombie apocalypse happened?

oh this is a lighter one for me

SO. let's take a step back and ask 'how zombie apocalypse-savvy am I?

well, I'm no prepper, but I read a thing that broke down more basics at some point. like 'put on a wetsuit, wrap that wetsuit in duct tape' to not get bitten. which sounds super uncomfortable but whatever. [bear grills voice: you must do what it takes to survive]

I'm not good at growing food, i'm not particularly athletic, and i'm pretty nearsighted. and i'd have a pretty shitty withdrawal period from my meds. it's been years since i've practiced any sort of self-defense, and my sick roundhouse kicks can only go so far before i get chomped

but in the shows, it always comes down to people skills!

i know i say i'm bad at people, but that's like. in the genuine way. in the way where you talk to people about interests and share yourself.

but you know what i'm fairly decent at? filling in a role

and in this situation, i'd end up being a conflict mediator of, probably. so long as i ended up in a group that didn't hate-crime me on sight.

my adhd and tendency towards staying up at night would make me a decent lookout, and i'm fairly cooperative if given clear instructions/goals, so i think i'd last as long as the group did, so long as we made it to some sorta sustainable shelter

but on my own?

shit man, maybe a couple days?

[paul-j-matthews]

*For the first time since he got upset, Paul looks genuinely concerned.*

As much as I'd love to, should we not discuss something like a safe word? I mean, presumably you'll have your mouth full, but we could do tapping? I know Morse code if that helps?

*Paul is a murderer, not a monster. He doesn't want this to be a bad experience for anyone (even though he isn't likely to have a great experience anyways). At the suggestion of starting and getting this over with, Paul is much more enthusiastic and eager to please, face visibly brightening at the prospect of getting to kiss Ted again, even with a third party there.*

Oh also, are we thinking keep it safe? Cause I can bring down water bottles and a few condoms just in case if necessary.

*Paul had lube currently in his pocket, so it wasn't anything he mentioned.*

*Paul hummed softly as he did some last minute tidying, the thought of anyone perceiving his home as dirty a living nightmare for him.

He watched as Mr. Whiskers sat in that spot, that same spot he'd died nearly a week ago, tail flapping about as he kept the floor warm. He passed by the small animal and gave him a quick few pets, purring immediately radiating off of him happily despite the fact that some part of him understood that Paul had nearly been gone forever.

Paul moved on, cleaning everything and anything he could in the moment as he checked his watch, 6:30, okay, 30 minutes to seem less panicked and take a shower, great. He was sure Ted would end up a few minutes late, though he wasn't sure of John's outlook on time.

He scrubbed at his skin furiously, tattoo and old scars no mind to him. The new ones however, were quite sore, symbols burnt into his skin like he'd been branded when they'd raised him out of the black and white.

He didn't have much time to think about it before he was hopping out of the shower and wrapping himself up in a towel to dry. A pair of his most casual clothes sat on the edge of the sink, quickly being pulled on as soon as he felt somewhat less wet before he rushed downstairs, keeping an ear out for the door bell or something just in case John was ten minutes early.*

@paul-j-matthews

[The entire drive to Paul’s home, John has to quell the pit of anxiety in his stomach. Why the hell is he doing this? Why is he sleeping with the man who killed him?!

Right, it’ll feel better. The memories will hurt less if you replace them with new ones. Just remember that. Remember that and you’ll be fine. Conceal, don’t feel. It worked in that movie his niece made him watch just as well as it works in real life. Bury your hurt so deep that you forget about it, and use this as soil to cover it. It’ll be better this way. Easier.

He arrives at Paul’s home right on the dot, plastering on a false smile. He’s fine. And he’s trying out something new. No matter the circumstances, that’s always genuinely fun in its own way. With a deep breath to quell any remaining anxieties, he knocks.]

[skarsgardedits]

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