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[anthropodermic-bibliopegy]

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ttyuV9iD2GYLXLasH1PN28zznf0o8ZMf0JWNQ4TGN1k/edit

Prince Leviath of Envy has returned to his rightful place after long absence. What does that mean for him? What does that mean for the circle?

For starters, he probably needs to take a walk.

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VMV and Leviath are by @faemytho

VMV blog @vampire-mythoverse

[oxventurequotes]

luke: i was sorta hoping picket would die so i could stop doing the voice but in the service of the narrative she's not only alive, but has become a larger part of the fiction!

jane: you shouldnt have made her so endearing!

[libby1080]

just read

My Little Archive: Fear and Delight

Now I give you Gerry as a pony

if he’s here shits about to go down

[star-going-supernova]

SO. I am Star, but I think my sona Star is a little before many of your time here with me on this blog. The original design was done by my good friend @liliflower137 ❤️, and I recently did an updated version myself, and then I commissioned my other good friend @lairde-lampblack ❤️ to draw Star with a sword based on my tattoo! AND I'M BESIDE MYSELF WITH HOW MUCH I LOVE IT!!! ❤️❤️❤️

[secret-third-thing]

I see you are a perfumer! What’s a good advice to give someone with a terrible sense of smell and by that I mean I smell a perfume and all I can say is that it smells like the label. I don’t understand what it means to detect differences in cheap perfume, good perfume, also the titles— if they’re even realistic. Basically Ive never picked up a perfume I genuinely liked above all the others because it just all becomes one big blend of good smell (I hardly find bad ones)

AH I could write you a full paper on this or make a ppt, but I will try to keep things short. The truth of the matter is that perfumers actually have to train their nose to smell the different individual scents making up a fragrance so it's normal/expected that it's hard to figure out specifics without doing a looooot of intentional sniffing of your own. For my class, I spent so much time memorizing scents LOL and I'm nowhere near what I'd need to be to be considered for a proper degree in it lol.

In general, I encourage folks to figure out what scent family and or vibes that you like. (Here's a link that goes into depth) or just use this over generalized list:

Florals - Rose, Lillies, Ylang Ylang

Fruity - Pear, Orange, Apples

Fresh - Linen, Cotton, "Water"

Gourmands - Chocolate, Vanilla, Coconut, Cake

Woody - Cedar, Pine, Sandalwood

Spicy - Cinnamon, Patchouli (which is also considered woody tbh)

But once you figure out the vibes you like, I would pick a brand at a store (Replica @ Sephora is my fav pick for beginners) and look up the perfumes on Fragrantica. Then see which perfumes fit the vibes you like from above. If you can make the trip in or get your hands on a discovery kit, spritz some onto paper, let it settle and then sniff. Sniff again in 30 min. Write down your thoughts! Only spray your final picks on you- see how they smell after an hour. The base notes will be revealed by then.

A lot of picking out perfume is just trial and error. But once you start narrowing down what you like, you can generally suss out the scents you like. And it's easier to tell the differences between them. Basically the more you do it, the better you get.

Example: At the beginning of my perfume journey I wanted to find something new to year. I love my Mother's Chanel, but wanted something less "perfumey" so I went on fragrantica and looked at the notes ---Rose and Jasmine stood out so I checked out what Replica had and tried out several scents before settling on Lazy Sunday Morning. They smell completely different but it has similar notes that I love (ROSE). I had to shop around a bit to find it and probably wouldn't have picked it up on my own.

Fwiw: If you can tell me things you like (both perfume or bathroom products i.e. shampoos etc) I can give you starting points! I keep a collection of perfume at home so when my friends come over, I can give them suggestions based on vibes or scent families.

ex. I want to smell like a basic bitch candy rose -> Rose Goldea (no hate to this scent; i wear it often)

ex. I want a warm gourmand scent that's unique -> Ummagumma

HOPE THIS HELPS!!!

[hypokeimena]

i got so many smell samples idk how i'm gonna try them all but i will say my FZOTIC samples are by far the winners on this batch

[writersstareoutwindows]

bird: 🥺💕

[scoots-mcboots]

Echolyn - (Speaking in) Lampblack There’s a sound of a million voices right beside a window view. And the pulse of the static drumming slips down past, unaware. But she remembers the moon tonight, when everything turns around all right. There was something she wanted to say... In the trails of the lampblack burning is just smoke that stains the walls. And she recalls the breaking of patterns and the spells that once were real and held so true. Everything comes around at once again. There’s something she wanted to say. I would hold our sacred moments dear to my heart, close to me. I would keep you in my morning if I’m lost and fail to see. If we fall where words are stranded, I would reach for only you. And shout across the fear we’re holding to pull you back to me again. Hear me call. Hey Love, let the summer invade you and open every doorway to your heart. Hey Love, let every season embrace you. Just look around and see everything is blended as one. You speak to me across our living time where words hang on and on. They hold me still, in the moonlit charge. You hold me still. Unspoken words, too late to be heard. Out of touch and blurred. Out of time and place. Time has no name and regret has no meaning. We’ve said what we should have. We’ve seen what we could have but we’ve heard so late. Too Late. @shesliketheweather

[theresattrpgforthat]

Hi! Do you know any one session ttrpgs? Preferably space/sci-fi themed but that’s not strictly necessary.

What’s important to me is that it’s creative, that it has fun mechanics and that you really have to work together (it’s for a birthday party). Also I should probably mention all participants are beginners but I’d definitely set aside some time to get into understanding the mechanics beforehand.

Thank you for running this blog and thanks in advance for answering! :D

THEME: Collaborative Space One-Shots

Hello friend, I think I have a really neat mix of games here for you to check out. I think most of these will naturally lead to creative, collaborative solutions from your players!

This Ship Is No Mother, by New Madras.

This Ship Is No Mother is a game about people in space, working jobs that are probably going to get them killed. It's 50+ pages, fully illustrated with art by Justin Nichol.

Inspired by movies like Alien and games like Mothership and Dread, this is for fans of tension, creepy-crawlies, and general horror. Mechanically, it's a card-based Forged in the Dark game, first in the series of games currently called the Cardsharp Sonata.

In this game, players start with a full deck of cards and as you play, that deck will run down. When the deck ends, there is a climactic moment of panic as one of the characters is going to do something stupid and get themselves (and maybe everyone else) killed.

A space horror game, this is a great game option for folks who love Alien. It’s designed to play within a very specific time frame, because the game ends when you use the last cards from a 52-card deck. It’s a game meant for horror and suspense, and was designed to run with Mothership game modules, so I’d recommend looking up some Mothership modules on Itch!

24XX Unlikely Heroes - Space Questing, by FutureFriend.

All you wanted was a steady paycheck, a quiet life among the stars, and maybe a comfy closet to nap in. Action and adventure? "Mmm, no thanks. I’m good." The universe, however, isn’t taking "no" for an answer…

Time to grab some tools, buddies, and your brown space pants. Out here heroism may be less “epic deeds and grand destinies” and more “frantically pressing the right button before it all explodes!”

24XX Unlikely Heroes - Space Questing is a rules-lite sci-fi RPG that is distilled into just 4 pages that fit snugly on two sides of a sheet of paper. It is a hack of the awesome 2400 system, by Jason Tocci.

24XX is a pretty light system and is great for dungeon crawls. As with most games in this family, the rules and GM advice fit on one page, so they should be pretty easy to teach. This game is pretty goofy, as you are regular space-folk who find themselves pushed into a dramatic scenario. If you are running a game for the first time, I’d definitely recommend running this game with the help of a dungeon, such as Space Frogdom, a light dungeon with space frogs and a countdown towards the hatching of a dragon egg.

Holdfast Station, by Lampblack & Brimstone.

The rim of the known universe. A place so god-forsaken, so hostile and alien to life itself that only the mad go there—and only the desperate stay.

That’s you.

Holdfast Station is about asteroid miners surviving and holding their community together in the grim desolation of space. Regular folks in a rough spot, who hold to each other and their own. A place where survival means you trust each other, you fight like hell, and you hope for the best. A place where food and water and even air is scarce. Where the crushing emptiness and massive force of the void are only feet away. Where you live so close you know everyone by smell. Where one accident could spell everyone’s destruction.

It’s about the people who step up when disaster strikes. They aren’t heroes, just regular people—people with no choice but to risk it all for their home and those they love.

Holdfast Station is a "pick up and play" RPG—After you gather players, some dice, and the provided record sheets (physical or online), the book guides you through play, one step at a time. One player, called the Navigator, takes on the role of storyteller, narrating events, encouraging players to contribute, and moving the story along. Each of the other players takes on the role of a worker on the station, striving to survive at the edge of known space.

This game advertises itself as a “no prep” game, although if you are a first-time GM, it might still be good to read through the entire thing first, just to familiarize yourself with all of the pieces of the game. Holdfast Station is all about a terrible event threatening the station, so it naturally encourages the players to work together to try and solve the problem before time runs out. The game might run a bit long if the players need a bit of help putting characters together, but I enjoy the guidance and tools present in the game that help you stay on task.

Survivors, by Alexander Schneider.

Survivors is a science-fiction role-playing game designed as a one-shot cosmic horror scenario where players are faced with survival questions while also encountering an unknown alien force which threatens their very lives. Together they may find ways to survive (or at least hope to) but they will hardly escape the psychic horror they pose themselves. Is it the desperate situation or something else which drives them mad to a point of no return to their former selves?

If you want a horror one-shot, you might be interested in Survivors. It has a very specific opening premise, and each event that the players encounter gives them roleplaying prompts that encourage them to replicate paranoia, fear, and a deterioration of emotional stability.

This is definitely a game you have to clear with the group beforehand, as the way the game has a lot of representations of different forms of mental illness, most of them inflicted upon the players the further they delve into the adventure.

Koboldly Go!, by CoffeeSnake Studios.

Calling all Kobolds! 

Gather your crew, assemble your ship, and take to the depths of space on a mission to discover strange new worlds. To seek out life and new civilizations. 

To Koboldly Go where no lizard has gone before!

This game is exceptionally humorous and lighthearted, and works really well for groups who have some appreciation for the inherent goofiness of early Star Trek. You create your kobolds by rolling for your job, colour, and your stats. You also spend time designing your ship by drawing from a regular pack of playing cards. The biggest downside for this game is that it doesn’t come with an adventure - you’ll have to create one yourself. I’d recommend drawing from Star Trek to create a planet or star system that has an anomaly that directly affects the ship, since you spend a lot of time creating it.

Greenhorns Quickstart, by Spicy Tuna RPG.

In Greenhorns your crew will create planets and fill the cosmos with new incredible life. Survive anomalies that spawn from these worlds and stabilize the planets for long term life. Define the planets’ histories and futures through the loot you retrieve and return home to a heroes welcome. You are Kruxian. You are chosen.

The full game of Greenhorns is good for a multi-session experience, but the Quickstart is suited to one-shots and is also free! Player abilities are mostly focused on combat, with each character class contains skills that guarantee success - but can only be used so many times. This is a game that depends on players coming up with creative solutions to problems, so I think collaboration will come pretty naturally.

The setting is kind of gonzo, with a mix of space fiction and fantasy tropes. If you want a unique setting that might inspire more games in the future, I recommend Greenhorns.

ATMA, by Meromorph Games.

Welcome to a world near our own. The volcanic mineral atma empowers the living and entwines the dying, while artificial intelligence and alien titans join humanity in this daunting new century. Yet in the Restless Zones, beyond society and law, trouble lurks. Gather your fellow adventurers and prepare to test yourself against the world’s most dangerous frontiers. The sky’s getting darker…

ATMA is a complete roleplaying game system in a tiny package. It's portable, quick to set up and teach, and plays in just 2 hours — perfect for game nights or pop-up sessions! A Game Master and 1-4 players use illustrated tarot cards to fuel RPG gameplay focused on creativity and quick thinking. ATMA excels as a tutorial for first-time GMs who've always wanted to run an RPG, while allowing limitless creativity for roleplaying pros.

This is probably the closest to what you’re looking for, I heavily recommend that you check ATMA out. It’s self-contained and super-fun to pull out and show off the the group. I don’t know if you have enough time to order the physical version, but there is an online version of the game and free print-and-play downloads if you just want a quick test of the game! I love the art and abilities presented in ATMA, and I think it’s definitely very beginner-friendly. It feels part-way between a boardgame and a roleplaying game, so if your friends are familiar with board games, this is a good bridge.

I’d also recommend…

Mothership has really quick and easy-to-understand character creation, and the game is designed to run small adventures that work as space dungeon crawls. This content is great for GMs because it gives them a location with a bunch of information to present to your players, which means that you have a lot to work with if you haven’t done something like this before. I’d recommend checking out There is A Goblin on Icarus Station if you want a Mothership adventure that has something for horror fans and comedy lovers.

[freak-accident419]

Isn’t it Ironic?

Mike Schmidt x GN!Reader

Summary: You attend an old friend’s wedding that you were surprisingly invited to. One downside—it was raining when everybody least expected it. Lucky that the whole ceremony and party were indoors, the event prospered, and you meet someone during the reception.

Word Count: 2.8k

Content: fluff, a lot of banter, you two are very awkward, gender neutral reader, references to Y2K, literally just one mention of pot, wedding, non-gendered descriptions of clothing for reader, you have a thing for Alanis Morissette’s “‘96 hit” Ironic, takes place a year before the events of FNAF, kissing

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A few months ago, you were surprised to receive a wedding invitation in the mail from an old friend of yours. It’s been several years since you’ve spoken with him, but you two still kept each other in mind, which explains why you were even considered as a guest in the first place. Simply, you were close enough with him to attend his wedding.

There was one small problem, however.

It was raining.

This wedding was planned quite intricately, yet nobody ever expected it to rain heavily. The forecast barely gave any warning or prediction about rainfall, so there was no doubt that people, especially the bride and groom, were apprehensive. However, it didn’t matter too much, because the venue was in a nice, fairly large ballroom that was completely indoors. While this event’s relation to Alanis Morissette’s ‘96 hit remained uncanny and undesirable, the ceremony still went graciously well. You never expected such elegant vocabulary from your old friend as he said his vows, which was actually a refreshing listen. You watched the couple kiss after hearing the officiant say ‘you may now kiss the bride’, and the room erupted in joyous cheers and applause.

It was now the reception, as you sat down at a round table, a thin, white cloth draped loosely over it. And as you tapped on the surface, fidgeting with some of the silverware, your eyes scanned the room, trying to find the man you had just recently met.

Earlier today, you were prepared exquisitely for the wedding. However, as you changed into your best attire, you began to hear soft tapping on your window. At first you thought nothing of it, but with time, the tapping transitioned into violent spatters against the glass. Finally looking out your window, it was raining hard. Like, it was pouring.

The forecast, weirdly enough, never expected any rain. And for this unnatural and abrupt weather to be on the day of the wedding was quite painfully ironic—again, an uncanny resemblance to Alanis Morissette’s song (that you found delightful to reference). And so, with this, you made sure to bring your umbrella.

Getting out of a taxi, you noticed that the front of the venue building was crowded with people trying to get in, several umbrellas protecting their heavily expensive formal wear. As you made your way to the front, you noticed that, with all the people walking around you, there was one person that caught your full attention.

It was a man walking without an umbrella, having to hold his blazer above his head, leaving him in his white button up and lampblack skinny tie. You immediately felt bad, and rushed over to him, holding up your umbrella so that you two were both protected under it.

“Oh! Um, thank you,” he smiled softly, a bit awkward in his mannerisms. “Did you, um, know it was gonna rain?”

“No, um,” you began with a chuckle, shaking your head. “I don’t think anybody knew. It was, like, completely unexpected.” He nodded at your reply.

“Kinda, uh, reminds me of that one song—”

You interrupt him eagerly. “By Alanis Morissette?”

An low, amused chuckle escaped his lips as he looked down, then up at you. “Yeah.”

You weren’t much of a romantic, or someone who believed in fate, but his acknowledgment towards the ‘96 hit by Alanis Morissette nearly convinced you that he was your soulmate. Yet, you shook off the feeling.

“So, uh, how do you know the… the newly weds?”

“Oh, uh, I was friends with Quinn in, uh, high school,” he answered as the two of you approached the venue’s entrance. “You?”

“I met Emmett also in high school,” you say, “Through, uh, mutual friends at the time.”

You two finally got inside the venue, closing your wet umbrella and finally being able to see the man more clearly. He was pretty decent looking, maybe even above average, at that. There was something so charming about his big brown eyes, brown curls and stubble that made you feel… flustered, you suppose. “Uh, I guess I’ll see you around,” you offer a kind grin.

“Oh, yeah, um definitely. Yeah.”

The encounter was a bit awkward, but there was also something there, you felt. You weren’t really sure what exactly it was, but you were determined to find out more about this man.

Which led you to this very moment. You watched the groom and the bride’s first dance happen in the very center of the venue, a sweet, classical song being played by a live band, and the deep, loving eye contact the newly weds shared.

Then, when your eyes drifted away from them, you finally saw him across the room, sitting at a table, and noticing you at the exact, same time. The man from before.

***

“Do you believe it?”

“Oh, h-huh? Believe what?”

You shrug. “That the world is ending next year.”

He looked confused.

“You know? Y2K? People believe that next year, the whole, like, all of computer systems will crash because code can’t read the year two thousand and the glitch is going to cause an entire apocalypse.”

You two sat at the same table after he joined you, in which he came over quite awkwardly, resting his damp blazer on his chair, placing his plate of cake on the table, and then finally sitting down. And now, you two were just conversing about random topics while eating cake and drinking mediocre beverages.

“O-oh, yeah, I think I, uh, heard of that.”

He was a bit awkward. But it was nothing you couldn’t handle.

“So? Do you believe it?”

“Um… No, actually. It’s too… theatrical. I know a lot of people bought so much flashlights and candles because they assumed that the whole bug will cause everyone to be forced to camp, but… It’s just a bit ridiculous,” he answered, taking a sip of the champagne.

“Right,” you agree.

“And you?”

“Huh?”

“Do you belie—”

“Oh, no, of course not,” you chuckle lightly. “I, uh… It’s ridiculous, as you said, but… sometimes it’s kinda fun for the world to panic over dumb shit together… It… reminds me that we’re all just humans, trying to live and survive, experiencing the same thing everyone else is, just co-existing.” You looked at him for a while until your eyes widened suddenly. “Sorry if I got too, I don’t know, serious abou—”

“No, no, um… I agree. You’re right,” he smiles softly and you return it.

You clear your throat. “Do you, uh, actually like that stuff?” You ask, pointing at his tall glass of champagne, then looked at your own.

He pursed his lips. “I mean… It’s okay, I guess.”

You scoff. “It tastes like hand sanitizer. Like, you’d think this expensive ass wedding would have better drinks, you know?”

He paused. “How would you know how hand sanitizer tastes?”

“It’s just a feeling. Like—I’d imagine bar soap to taste like white chocolate,” you say.

A small chuckle leaves his mouth, which you seemed to admire heavily. You wanted that to happen again. It was a sweet, wide smile, his tired eyes growing bright, and his soft laugh entrancing you completely. You wanted to take out every lame joke of your shitty humor book stored in your prefrontal cortex to see him chuckle like that again.

“Shit,” he grumbled, his face contorted in discomfort as he attempted to look down under the table.

“Are you okay?” You asked, raising an eyebrow and trying to see what was bothering him.

“No—I mean—Yeah, I am, it’s just… I’ve never been to something formal in a long time, and I never got to buy new shoes so… They’re kinda tight,” he explained, moving the table cloth slightly to see his shoes in view under the table.

“Oh,” you reply.

“Doesn’t help that the rain made my socks wet too.”

“Ugh.”

He paused, then looked at you. “Should I take ‘em off?”

Your eyes widened. “Wh—Seriously? Are you insane?”

“It’s not like anyone could see it. C’mon, my feet are really aching,” he complained.

“Dude, look at what the bridesmaids are wearing! Look at those damn heels, you’re really gonna complain about your own feet when they have to wear those the entire day?!” You exclaim, but you couldn’t help but laugh softly. He liked your laugh.

“I’m taking them off.”

“No!” You giggle. “What the fuck are you thinking?!” Your voice lowers in a murmur, ensuring that nobody else hears you.

“I am taking these guys off.”

“Dude, no! If—If Quinn finds out, she is going to be pissed,” you urge.

“Hey. You knew the groom and I knew the bride. Meaning that I know the bride more than you. And I would know, that if she found out—”

“She’s gonna kill you,” you interrupt.

He paused.

“Yeah, she’d definitely kill me.”

You both laugh softly, enjoying each other’s presence. “You know, weirdly enough, I think my feet hurt even more when they’re all stiff. Like, walking doesn’t hurt as much as them being still.”

“Seriously?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Yeah—”

“You’re not just saying that so you’d have an excuse to dance with me, right?” You tease, letting a playful smirk appear on your lips. “Because that logic literally makes no fucking sense.”

His eyes went wide, and you swore you could see his face flush red, and he began to stammer over his words. “N-no, I—I mean, that wasn’t—uh…” It seemed as if he gave up. It truly wasn’t his intention to dance with you, but he was too flustered to even state his case.

You stood up, walking in front of him and took your hand out. “You don’t have a date, do you?” You ask, raising an eyebrow with a gentle smile.

“Um, no. Why-why would I—”

“Okay, good,” you nod, “Then may I have this dance?”

He looked up at you in surprise and parted his lips to respond. “I—I don’t know how to dance—”

“Anybody can dance. Anyways, wouldn’t it be ironic if there was a wedding without any dancing?” You inquire.

“I mean, yeah, but, like… I’m not saying that dancing shouldn’t occur, I just… Me? I just can’t, I don’t think I—”

You scoff and roll your eyes. “Just take my hand, dude.”

He places his hand in yours, and before he was given the chance to completely stand up, you hastily dragged him to the dance floor.

Despite all that, you smile at him warmly, giving him a sense of comfort and safety. Your hands held onto the back of his neck, and he placed his hands on your waist. “Can’t dance, my ass,” you mumbled playfully, which brought a stifled laugh from him.

The two of you swayed with the soft music, looking profoundly into each other’s eyes. You couldn’t take them off each other if you tried. You only knew him for a few hours, and you just met him today, but you felt like his soft, deep hazel eyes told you his whole life story, engulfing you in solace and intimacy.

And then it hit you:

You didn’t even know this man’s name. And he didn’t even know yours.

“Hey,” you chuckle, your voice only widening his present smile.

“Yeah?”

“It has just occurred to me that I don’t know your name.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Wait, seriously?”

“Wh—yeah—”

“So we never told each other our names in the past hour we’ve met?”

“Hm, no, I guess not,” you giggle.

“Damn,” he sighs pleasantly. “Um, do you wanna go first?”

“Does it matter?”

“No.”

“Should we do rock-paper-scissors?”

He scoffs in delight. “Seriously?”

“You’re right, that’s ridiculous… It should definitely be a thumb war.”

He laughs. “What?”

“Or maybe I’m thinking of a number between one to fifty? I mean—”

“I’m Mike.”

“Y/n,” you say immediately after him.

You two smile at each other, and it was apparent that you were trying not to laugh.

“Ow—” You hiss abruptly.

“Shit, sorry,” he breathed. ‘Mike’ stepped on your foot.

“It’s okay, it’s fine,” you giggle.

“I told you I can’t dance,” he frowned.

“But you’re doing it right now,” you retort.

“Not doing it very good,” he corrects.

“But you can admit you’re dancing,” you smile.

He chuckles. “Yeah, I guess I’ve proven myself wrong.”

You two share a look, a very particular one that communicated adoration and captivation for each other.

“What number would you have said if I did get you to choose one from one to fifty?” You ask out of curiosity.

“Hm… Maybe… maybe si—?”

Mike cut himself off once the lights suddenly shut off, all of the electricity in the venue failing simultaneously. A few panicked gasps and even screams escaped several people’s mouths as the entire venue was black. You couldn’t see anything, and you held onto whatever was closest to you, seeking comfort in a warm embrace.

A man called out the explanation, saying how it was the rainstorm that caused the power outage, and only a few seconds after that was said, the lights all switched back on.

Your eyes adjust, only to realize that you were pressed against Mike, you two holding one another against each other. Your hands, which were on his shoulders, dragged back down to his arms as you pull away slightly, the two of you exchanging awkward chuckles and smiles.

The two of you spent most of the wedding day together. You both didn’t really know anyone else that well enough, so you relished in each other’s company.

You found an empty, unoccupied room in the venue, another small ballroom, you presumed, that wasn’t used for the party. You and Mike sat at the edge of the short stage, giggling after making a few jokes to each other.

“Um… You met Emmett in high school, so, like, does that mean you’re from Pennsylvania?” He asked after the laughter had died down, his sweet grin still remaining on his lips.

“Oh, um, yeah. But, uh, I live here now, y’know, we had a small friend group and decided to go to the same college together, or at least state, and we all ended up in Minnesota,” you answer. “Why? Would you have been disappointed to find out that I’m just visiting?”

He shrugged, but smiled amusedly, never tired of your antics. “Kind of, yeah.”

“Kind of?” Your raise your voice playfully, placing your hand on your chest in offense.

“Okay, okay, the truth is, I would’ve been devastated to know that you didn’t actually live here,” he says, chuckling.

“Devastated, huh?” You smirk, taking out a pen (that you kept on yourself after finding it before the reception because you did plan to give your number to him tonight) and a clean napkin you had from earlier. You began to write down your phone number, then handed him the completed note. “Don’t hesitate to call.”

“And if next year does result in the failure of all technology?” He raises an eyebrow, making you scoff, taking back the napkin and scribbling more down.

“Then don’t be afraid to be old fashioned and write me a damn letter,” you grin, handing him the napkin once again. It had not just your name and phone number, but your house address as well.

Mike smiled to himself, knowing that his awkward, yet cheesy ass would send you flowers at your doorstep one of these days. What a total pansy.

“I had a great time tonight,” you tell him quietly, looking into his sweet, brown eyes.

“I did too,” he nodded, smile only widening.

“Never thought, uh… This sorta, um, ‘thing’ would happen to me during someone else’s wedding. They weren’t lying when they’d say romance is in the air, huh?”

“You sure it’s not just the gas leaks?”

You chortle. “Mike—”

“Or Emmett’s grandmother’s unnecessarily strong perfume?”

The two of you laugh hysterically, and you add on yourself. “Or the shitty pot that Quinn’s sister snuck in?”

And as soon as your laughter died down, you found yourselves kissing each other deeply, your hands cupping his face as you feel his soft lips against yours. There was no specific, long quiet moment that led up to the kiss, it just… happened. There was a mutual understanding between the two of you, in which you both had the urge to press your lips against each other.

You two look into each other’s eyes silently once you pulled away gently from one another’s lips. A smile rose at both of your faces as you began to giggle with him sweetly. His laugh was addicting, as you observed from before, and his face even more enthralling, with his pretty smile and big bright eyes.

Your thumb was still under his chin as he waited in anticipation, for your lips to come in contact with his again. The two of your eyes had been half-lidded ever since the first kiss, and they completely closed once again as your lips crashed onto his again, the kiss done much more confidently than before.

“Take me out next week, will you, Mike?” You pulled away, raising an eyebrow.

“Y-y-yeah, sure. For sure,” he replied, making you two laugh together again, attaching your lips together once more.

[kestarren]

Sunspot painting by James Nasmyth, 1860. Oil, distemper paint, & lampblack. "Working from sketches made directly at his telescope." "Through his observations Nasmyth discovered fine scale solar features, which he called 'willow-leaf-shaped objects', a detail that is clearly evident in this painting. Difficult to view, their existence was disputed for many years; these features are now known as solar granulation." Image & words courtesy of Science Museum Group Collection, UK.

'SOLAR SPOT' painting by James Nasmyth, 1864. From "Star of the show: Nasmyth's solar spots," by Katy Barrett.

Excerpt from article: "When Nasmyth retired from his industrial work in Manchester in 1856, he moved to Kent, where he focused on astronomy and designed and built his own telescopes. He was particularly interested in the surfaces of the moon and sun..."

[reanimationstation]

drops these batim MOTW doodles here and scurries away. i don't know if i ever?? mentioned it here??? but anyways im a part of this campaign now :]c and i'm playing my favorite background gent character, Scott

so naturally i decided to doodle everyone after the second session

our keeper is @sbpstudios (playing prophet and thomas as pictured), sammy belongs to @queenofcats17 , plush is lili's, herby is @lairde-lampblack , and joey is @wally-franks-stan

[oxventurequotes]

zillah: i shake the wonderful mechanical man by his shoulders

zillah: WHAT DID YOU SEE!?

luke: the head falls off

[magnetictapedatastorage]

compound words are great, it feels better to remove the space, but it's not always correct. however the line seems arbitrary: eyelash pancake laptop goto rocketship speedboat paintcan topsoil whitepaper touchtype handgun tommygun inchworm pillbug bookmark lifering oneup retry rainstorm raincloud clothesline radiotelescope lampblack shirtsleeve raincoat pocketwatch wristwatch. colorized according to spellcheck.

[firekitten830]

I COMMISSIONED MY COOL FRIEND AND PAL MANGO FOR TAROT CARDS OF MY BOYS

Edgar and Eresha my beloveds… one day I’ll make something for your story that’s more shareable …

Mango can be found at @lairde-lampblack show them some love NEOW!!!!!!

[queenofcats17]

Fun updates from this week's MOTW!

We found out last week that there was something in the pipes that attacked Wally, so Joey and Samy went to get Jack out of the sewers. And when we got him out we found the thing!

Which is...a kelpie. That's eaten some of the ink rats that apparently live in the walls.

Mango made a joke about Sammy casting spell of frow up to get the ink out of the kelpie and I decided to actually do that. So the kelpie threw up the rats and ink.

And then Joey had a horsegirl moment and we connected with the kelpie and found out that it came to the studio because it was hungry and it couldn't find anything to eat where it was living.

And...uh...long story short, Sammy and Joey have a horse daughter now. We bonded with it and it is our child now. It's just a baby

Sammy also got his hand stuck to our horse child for a little because he wanted to pat its head and forgot that kelpies have adhesive powers

Other updates include:

-Scott stomping on an inky rat king and getting ink all over his socks

-Herby and new addition Plush moving through the walls with the Sammy from the mirror studio (who has dubbed himself Apollo) and finding out that Jack both knows about Apollo and is friends with him. Herby has also dubbed Jack "Stinkman" because he works in the sewers

-Henry chewing out "Susie" (who's really Alice from the mirror dimension) for being mean to Joey

-"Susie" flirting with Scott and bonding over not trusting Joey at all

-Also there are just... a shit ton of ink rats in the walls. They're Apollo's congregation. And he was mad something was eating them

Joey is played by @wally-franks-stan

Herby (and now Henry) is played by @lairde-lampblack

Scott is played by @reanimationstation

Plush is played by @liliflower137

And our DM is @sbpstudios