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doctorsiren · 9 months

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"The first step is always the hardest, I’ve heard. I know there’s no way I could have taken it without her. Of course, my problem wasn’t magically solved. She’s an amazing little magician, but no one is that good. Yet…she showed me a way to get out of the hole I was in…showed me that it was possible to be okay when I thought I had lost everything. In reality, I hadn’t…but in the process of this, I was throwing everything away from her. I knew I needed to get better. Initially, it wasn’t for myself. I didn’t feel like I deserved it. It was for her…and somewhere along the way…I realized that I did deserve to get better. It took a lot of time and support. I am better now.

Even so…it shouldn’t have been her responsibility. Only 8 years old and she was both so mature and so innocent. She knew too much about the world, about how harsh it could be…and yet she still held onto her childlike light. She shouldn’t have been put in the position to be the parent. That was my job. But she would run in with her glow and help me see the way. I needed to show her that the world didn’t need to be so harsh, the same way she had already done for me. I couldn’t do that in the state I was in. I knew I had fallen too far when she cried because of me. I vowed from that moment to never let myself be the reason she felt pain or sadness.

I love her. She loves me…and one day, her love allowed me to love myself again. She truly is my sunshine."

I wanted to give an explanation for why he's addicted to grape juice rather than alcohol / wine. I get that it's supposed to be a joke about him being addicted to grape juice because the way that it's talked about in the game, it's very much alcohol-coded. But I like to think of it as literal.

This goes sort of the same way my beanie comic did. This takes place after it, as shown by him putting on the beanie to try and quell his panic attack. I also wrote a monologue, as the beanie post was captioned with something from the game itself. I wanted this to feel similar.

The beanie post focused on colour and light, whereas this one is purely on the light.

#doctorsiren #ace attorney #phoenix wright #trucy wright #beanix #tw alchoholism #tw panic attack #stay safe guys #ace attorney fanart #comic #art #digital art #my art #fanart #procreate #long post

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andillneverbethesame · 2 years

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happy birthday - h. g.

summary; hermione fucks you while everyone's in the house for her birthday party.

warnings; FEM! READER, age gap (reader's in her twenties, hermione in her 40's?? idk) SMUT (fingering, toys - strap, vibrator, scissoring, reader calling hermione "mommy").

a/n; I'm so sorry how short this is but I am quite busy and I only got the idea today.... hope u still like it tho. ALSO THIS IS HERMIONE GRANGER DAY!

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it was hermione's birthday party

all of her friends we're there; ginny, her husband harry and their kids, ron, bill and fleur and their daughter, remus sirius, teddy, tonks, fred, george, angelina, katie, charlie, percy, molly, arthur, luna, neville and his wife hannah. . . everyone.

currently, you all were eating a cake that molly baked. strawberry one, which hermione liked the most.

she was seated next to you, her hand on your thigh right under the skirt of your pink doll dress. it was surprisingly a hot weather today but that's not why you wore it. you knew it was hermione's favourite. everytime she saw you in it, you ended up getting fucked in your shared bedroom.

and hermione knew that. she knew what kind of a tease you were.

and she made sure to make you pay.

she slid her hand into your panties, not waiting a second before finding your hole and pushing two fingers in there.

you choked on your apple juice you were just drinking.

"you okay, y/n?" asked tonks.

"yeah, darling, what's up?" said hermione with a slight smirk tugging on her lips that no one else could see.

"i'm okay," you answered with a surprisingly normal voice.

your girlfriend started thrusting her fingers out and inside of you at a fast pace while having a conversation with harry and ginny about something happening at the ministry.

you had a hard time keeping yourself calm and quiet. you clenched your thighs together in hope she would stop (you weren't uncomfortable, no, just the thought of anyone finding out what's going under the table made you shiver), but then hermione sent you a sharp look and because you were obedient little girl, you spread your legs again.

you started meeting her thrusts with your hips, you needed her deeper. and right then, she hit the spot that made you see stars.

you gripped her clothed thigh, letting her know that you were close, but she knew that already by the way your pussy clenched around her fingers like you wanted to keep them inside forever.

you hid your face into the crook of her neck, breathing hard as hermione hit that spot over and over again. thankfully nobody was paying much attention to you, they just thought how adorable you two are.

your first orgasm of that evening made tears sprung into your eyes as any other that hermione gave you. she kept thrusting as you calmed down and when it became too much, you grabbed her wrist pulled her fingers out.

you wiped your eyes and moved away from her just as luna said, "you seem like you're hot, y/n, are you sure you're alright?"

"actually," you began, "i don't feel very well, i think i might go and take a nap."

everyone was telling you to get well soon as you and hermione stood up, your girlfriend saying that she will take care of you before returning to them.

when you got into your shared bedroom, you immediately reached out for hermione's present you got for her.

she sat on the bed as you sat on your knees in front of her, watching her unwrapping the gift.

"oh, you dirty girl!" she grinned as her eyes landed on a pink vibrator and a strap of the same colour.

you smiled and pecked her lips. "happy birthday, mommy."

"thank you, dove." she put the box next to her and took your face in her hands. "what if we try them, hm?" you nodded vigorously, your whole face lighting up at the idea. "yeah, is that what you want? to get fucked in a house full of people?"

you hooked your fingers around the waistband of her trousers, glancing up at her, eyes batting. "please, mommy."

"well, since you asked so nicely, who would i be to say no? get on the bed, little dove."

you happily did as you were told.

as hermione took off your panties, she asked, "what do you wanna try first? the vibrator or the strap? oh, or how about we use both?"

you couldn't help but clench your thighs at that.

hermione chuckled. "someone's a bit excited, aren't they?"

you helped getting your girlfriend out of her clothes, excited to see every inch of her beautiful body. she then helped to get you out of your dress, smirking when she saw you weren't wearing bra.

after everything was ready, you, with spread legs, patiently waited for hermione to push the strap inside you and put the vibrator on your clit but when she finally did, you threw your head backwards, your back arching to the pleasure.

hermione knew you won't be able to keep quiet and she wanted to hear you so she casted the silencing charm and locked the door.

she started moving fastly and so deliciously deeply, making you moan "mommy" over and over again.

hermione watched you in awe. she was sure there was no more gorgeous view than you during sex.

you've never felt this good in your entire time, full with hermione's dick, the vibration on your clit and the grip on your hip that surely will leave a bruise.

you started to tear up as the tip of the dick kissed the deepest spot inside you, making you cry out hermione's name over and over again like it was the only word in your vocabulary.

the second orgasm hit you harder than the first one in the dining room. you screamed in pleasure, gripping the sheets under you as your knuckles turned white.

you whimpered when hermione pulled out and turned the vibrator off, your eyes widened when she climbed on the top of you, putting on oyour hands above your head and one of your legs over her shoulder.

"you think you can cum one more time for me?"

you know you could and you wanted it more than anything in the whole world.

"mommy," you moaned as hermione started grinding her pussy against yours, her head thrown back, her breasts in your hands.

"you wanna suck on them, dove?" she asked even though she knew you wanted. you didn't hesitate before swirling your tongue around her nipples.

hermione gripped your ankle as you sucked and your clits bumping to each other repeatedly as you hum around her nipple.

"love you're gonna make mommy cum," hermione moaned, speeding her grinding until she was almost jumping.

"oooh!" she came quickly than expected, you following close behind.

hermione colapsed next to you, breathing heavily, calming herself down from the orgasm. she smiled and looked at you.

"what if i tell everyone to leave and we'll have a second round? and then another one?"

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #hermione granger x reader #hermione granger imagine #hermione smut #hermione granger #hermione granger smut #hermione granger fluff #wlw smut #wlw post

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noffy96 · 1 year

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Coloring

I got myself the 'To the bone' zine a while ago, which included some coloring pages, and I wanted to practice coloring, so perfect time to use them.

So here it is, the coloring page was made by @inkz123

I think it turned out pretty good,

there are still some mistakes here and there, but overall, i am very happy with how this one turned out.

Oh and for anyone who is interested in how this looks without shade and just the flats, I'll put that beneath a -read more line-

I also just like this, I think I managed to pick some good colors

also, I just liked figuring out shading, how to do the juice, and make it see-through enough that it's still the colour i want, yet you see the straw

also, i know you can't see it, but i want to mention, blue's visor is see through XD

#undertale #underswap #utmv #underswap bros #underswap sans #underswap papyrus #underswap blue #colouring #noffy's colouring

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the-hearteater · 2 years

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Kindred Spirit (Rollo Flamme x Reader)

The Rollo propaganda worked on me. This fic is heavily inspired by @linawritestwst 's Rollo x Reader who is scared of magic, which you can find here:

TW: PTSD flashbacks, panic attacks (?), self deprecating, mentions of Chapter 6

You look at the crowd of smiling faces, joyful chatter fills the air as festive music plays in the background.

But for some reason, you can’t bring yourself to get drunk on the happy occasion too. You feel abnormally tired, as if an imaginary weight has settled its home on your shoulders. Truthfully, you’ve been feeling fatigued for the past months, biting your tongue and forcing yourself to go through life because who else will make Grim attend his class?

Really, someone should award you an oscar. This mask of yours has been ingrained through memory, the false pretence of everything is fine.

Weirdly enough, said mask has been slowly cracking. The proof lies in your inability to enjoy the festival. To be fair, you did help in saving six individuals from their own overblot. Not a surprise, the alternative is death after all.

You didn’t ask for this.

You spend your nights crying in silence, grieving for your old life of familiarity. You were unjustly torn away from your routine, harshly shoving you into the arms of a stranger. Forced to adapt and survive, your mind pushes the events that occurred and focused on survival.

Once upon a time, you were intrigued by the concept of magic, but now you know better than to trust it. It’s volatile and it plays by its own rules, unpredictable and unstable. It is like walking on a tightrope with no safety net. Better to depend on your two hands, knowing what to expect and the worst-case scenarios that accompany it.

Standing at a distance, your friends (is it right to call them friends when they were the very ones that also hurt you?) laugh with the crowd, sparks shooting out of their pens. You really should wear a smile, it would be suspicious to see a frown on such an occasion.

The sea of stalls and people blended together, your stomach churning as the grape juice you drank felt more like overdue milk. Colours swirl in your sight as they blurred together, your brain foolishly wonders if someone is trying to split your skull open.

“Are you alright?”

Someone holds your hand, stabilising your swaying body. Their voice is rather familiar…

“Sorry, I was feeling rather nauseous,” you muttered, your free hand holding your heavy head. “Thank you, I think I am better now.”

A poorly crafted lie, you are definitely in no condition to act as carefree as your friends.

“Are you sure? You look rather pale.”

Your vision managed to clear up, revealing your saviour to be the student council’s president of the residential college, Rollo Flamme.

“I am fine, thank you for your help, Rollo.” You repeated, hoping he will leave you alone and be on his way.

“I apologise for being curt, but it’s not good to lie, (Y/n). You clearly do not seem to be in a good condition to stroll about the city,” Rollo politely replied. “Do you need to see a nurse?”

I wish it was that easy to cure me, you thought.

“I am probably worn out from all the walking I had to do, don’t worry about me!” your attempt at a lighthearted reply comes off more as weary.

“If you allow me, let me support you lest you fall or faint,” Rollo said. Was that a hint of concern? Or is it just him being responsible? For now, you considered it as the latter. Nobody should be worried about someone they will never meet again after all.

Not wanting to fall flat on your face, you accepted his offer. Holding his shoulder, both of you approached your schoolmates. Shooting off fireworks, the sounds of explosions erupted from their pens.

You are suddenly transported back into the underground of S.T.Y.X

Headquarters, where danger lurks in every corner. You need to help with the thunder spear too! Everyone is fighting Idia and you can’t help because you don’t have magic.

You can’t do anything.

You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can't do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything. You can’t do anything Youcantdoanything.Youcantdoanything.Youcan’tdoanythingyoucan’tdoanythingyoucan’tdoanythingYoucan’tdoanythingyoucan’tdoanythingyoucan’tdoanythingyoucantdoanythingyoucantdoanythingyoucantdoanything-

“(Y/n)!” Rollo’s voice pierced through the world, releasing you from your torture. You find yourself taking in rapid short breaths and your body trembling. Your eyes are hot from tears as you distantly hear Rollo telling you to match his breathing.

When you calm down from your panic, what’s left is shame. The shame of being a mess when you should be put together. A fraud.

A sea of sorrys flood your lips, hoping that if you say enough, he will forget your act. You direct your hate inwards, despising your mask for shattering when it should be glued tightly onto your face.

“Don’t apologise anymore, you will make me feel sad too…” Rollo wipes away your tears gently, worry in his eyes. His actions feel like a routine, as if he had comforted people before. How could he, someone that you hardly know, treat you like he understood your pain?

“It’s alright, nobody is dying,” he assures you, pulling you into a hug. “You’re in the City of Flowers, you are somewhere safe.”

You accepted the hug before breaking into tears again from the kindness of the action.

“I know grief when I see it…” he whispers. Maybe he thought you won’t hear it, but you did. You don’t pry for it is not your place to know.

You finally take in your surroundings, you two seemed to be in a quiet corner of the festival.

Nobody you know, that’s good.

“Maybe it is better if you seek medical help, or at the very least return to your living quarters. You are clearly not in the state to be out here.” Rollo calmly said, softness still evident in his tone.

“I am alright, I am only here for three days. I can’t just let this affect me.” You try to brush it off, not wanting your schoolmates to know of your condition.

The white-haired man looks at you, uncertainty in his eyes. “Very well, then let me escort you,” he stands up and offers you his hand, which you accept.

“Can you please not tell this to the others? I don’t want them to worry for me.” You said as the two of you made your way to your friends.

“I won’t, worry not. It is not my place after all,” Rollo replied. “But, if you will, would you be interested in hearing my personal opinion?”

You nod.

“I think your friends are fools for not noticing your pain.” He said.

This surprises you. You were definitely not expecting that answer. “You mean I need therapy?” you joke. It was not uncommon that a lot of people from your old life needed therapy.

“What I meant was that you have been through a lot. Even though I do not know what you experienced, I see fatigue in your eyes, the one that doesn’t go away through rest-” Rollo looked like he realised something. “Apologies, I spoke out of turn.”

“It is fine. I was the one who agreed on hearing your opinion anyway.”

The two of you were finally with your friends. You stood beside Malleus, smiling at the rowdy group. Is it a fake one or not, you don’t know. You’re too tired to care.

You hear Rollo advising Malleus to not simply use their magic, lest they hurt someone. You can’t help but to agree with this statement, but you choose not to voice it. After all, you are a friend of the future King of Briar Valley. You don’t want to piss Malleus off, not to mention that the rest of your friend group consists of magic users that use it daily in their lives.

You went up to Professor Trein, informing him that you will be sitting at a quiet corner of the street because you were tired. He hums in approval and you leave the respectable teacher.

You weren’t surprised to find Rollo joining you on the bench. After what happened, it would be natural to worry about someone that’s not in a stable condition, right?

“Thank you for helping me,” You sincerely said. “I am grateful for what you’ve done. I am feeling a lot better now, so you don’t need to worry about me.”

“It’s not a problem, it is my duty as the President anyway. I would not be a good host if one of the guests is not taken care of.”

Oh, he thought of you only as a guest. Despite the special treatment he gave you? You thought.

“Do you think that magic is a dangerous thing?”

You pretend to ponder upon this question despite knowing what your answer is, you just can’t bring yourself to say it out.

You open your mouth to speak, but no words fall out. You know what you want to say, yet you physically can’t. You don’t want to lie to yourself either, because the very fact that you are here in this world against your will is proof that you despise the thing.

You think back to what you’ve gone through the past few months. The near-death experiences, the unbearable name-calling that was normalised, the unreasonable demands from Crow-fucking-ley. The more you think, the more your blood boils, giving you the courage (or adrenaline?) to answer.

“I… I used to think it would be wonderful… But now? I have nothing but anger for the damned thing…” you don’t tell him your truth, you don’t feel that safe yet. Maybe in the future, who knows?

Your answer seemed to surprise him, perhaps he too was a kindred spirit?

He looks at his handkerchief, staring at it as if he had something to confess before letting out a sigh. Then, he tells you of a plan. A plan big enough to suck the wretched thing from this world, a plan to make everyone safer.

At first, you were unsure. You still care for your friends after all, you don’t want them to get hurt. Rollo assures you that it won’t harm your friends, it will only take away their magic.

The more you think about it, you realised that it was a good plan, it won’t gravely injure anyone. Sure they will feel tired and maybe a bit of pain, but it's for the greater good like what Rollo said! Nobody will overblot or be seriously injured from magic because there won’t be magic anymore!

You nod your head, agreeing to help him with this plan of his. You just hope it will go smoothly, NRC students are known to keep what they want after all…

Thank you for reading! Reblogs are greatly appreciated!!!

#rollo x reader #rollo flamm #rollo twisted wonderland #twst rollo #twisted wonderland #twst #glorious masquerade #twst masquerade #hearteater writes #tw depressing thoughts #tw depression #tw anxiety #tw panic attack #tw ptsd

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epitomereally · 10 months

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@hd-wireless 2023 fic claim: LA, Who Am I to Love You? for @sitp-recs

AO3 // FIC PLAYLIST

Harry’s summer in LA is not going as expected. Pansy Parkinson keeps inviting him to parties in the Hollywood Hills and harassing him to finally go to the physical therapist, Blaise Zabini keeps slipping new strains of his company’s magical weed into Harry’s pockets in hopes of an endorsement, and Draco Malfoy keeps having sex with everyone but Harry.

Liv, there's nothing I can say that everyone hasn't said before: you're such a lovely, kind, supportive part of our fandom and I can't think you enough for everything you do (especially sticking up for my fic while it was still on anon!). I was so so so excited when I saw your prompt — thank you for letting me rhapsodize about magical Los Angeles and also for letting me be horny in your ask box 💕💗💞

This fic took a village & is immeasurably better for all of their feedback: @thehoneybeet, whose essays about how some key scenes should change led to more clarity and kindness in the fic (and who let me steal their words VERBATIM); aulophobia, who tamed my run-on sentences (or at least half of them — blame me for the rest) and britpicked the hell out of this American fic (any Americanisms remaining are my own); @theonetruenim for their enthusiasm and wonderful LA vibes check; and @chaoticbindery for talking with me about Chicano magical traditions and a sensitivity read.

I'm feeling really sappy about this story. I truly love LA and I hope everyone else can see something to love about this illogical and metastatic city in the fic, whether it's the interminable sun and traffic, bougainvillea cascading over a fence, or the smog making the sunsets violent and gorgeous. Thank you to everyone who read it (especially @sitp-recs & @romaine2424 for your recs) — it means the world.

A brief snippet for the * ~ LA V I B E S ~ *

Luna and Neville spend a magical week in LA. Neville works during the day, developing a new strain with Blaise, but Luna is stupendously free. She accompanies Harry to yoga, where she compliments the teacher on her lack of Wrackspurts. Harry’s teacher accepts the compliment graciously and completely seriously. Despite being a Muggle, she is apparently senses when her aura is being declared clear, despite the incomprehensible words Luna uses.

They go to Harry’s favourite juice bar and Luna delights in ordering the oddest-coloured drinks she can: black (charcoal), royal blue (spirulina), hot pink (pitaya), and then green, green, and more green.

He and Luna spend hours outside. They lay on the beach—the first time Harry’s taken his shirt off in front of anyone who’s not a Healer since the bite—and Luna spends hours tracing it gently, completely intent, her nose almost pressed into Harry’s side. Harry dozes, waking up every time she hits somewhere sensitive. Despite applying extensive sunscreen, he somehow acquires a bit of a glow about him. He loves it. Harry, who was always tan in England, had felt positively pale before now in LA. He had been technically darker than Malfoy and Pansy, but his skin didn’t have a healthy flush of recent sun exposure; it looked almost green, olive tones coming out against the gold of Malfoy’s and amber of Pansy’s. Somehow, all the Slytherins have freckles. They no longer look sickly and afraid like at Hogwarts; instead, like they had ripened and melted in the LA sun. When they arrive back at Malfoy’s, Harry likes how Malfoy laughs at both of them, not unkindly, when they immediately demand Sun-Healing Potion.

They walk along the canals of Venice and the tiny alleys, where Luna stops to marvel at pomelos the size of Harry’s head, or brush her fingers through mulberries which stain her hands wine-dark for the rest of the day, or weave a crown of fig leaves.

They wile away the time in Draco’s garden. Butterflies flit around them—Harry’s not sure if they’re even real, given the mild explosions from Draco’s garage, where he’s madly inventing effects. Luna takes time to tell Harry about every plant in the garden, what’s in season, and what Draco has enchanted to bloom despite the heat and the sun: bougainvillea and wisteria and jacaranda and Birds of Paradise and one English tea rose. It’s odd how at-home Harry feels in Malfoy’s back garden—they’ve only just barely become friends—but he does and Malfoy seems to like him there, anyways.

On Thursday evening, after 48 hours of mad plant alchemy between Neville and Blaise, they come home. Neville’s only got one long scratch down his cheek, which is apparently a rousing success for trying to cross marijuana, Gillyweed, and a Venomous Tentacula. The poison is apparently a mild empathogen in small doses, the Gillyweed makes Harry feel as if he’s floating and unexpectedly makes him blow bubbles, and they all lie in the backyard, laughing and dozing and chatting. Bubbles float above them, trapped by the jacaranda: purple and pink and iridescent, shifting in front of Harry’s eyes. Somehow, butterflies are still flitting about the garden; the fairy lights glow above them in the dim of the twilight. A giant purple blossom from the jacaranda drifts down to the top of Malfoy’s head, and Harry can’t stop staring, entranced by how lovely he is, how golden and beautiful. He falls asleep on the cushioned wicker sofa out back that night, Luna curled around Pansy in a chair, and Neville snoring away. Harry wakes up feeling better than he has in a long time.

Luna and Harry go for hikes in the Hollywood Hills: Runyon Canyon, and Cahuenga Peak to the Hollywood Sign, where Harry feels like a tourist for the first time in LA. They even even drive west up into the Santa Monica Mountains, where Harry roasts to a crisp, exposed among the shrub, with the ocean vast and glittering to his left. Luna’s a calming presence in the passenger seat of Harry’s car, humming along in a scattershot, off-key melody to songs she’s never heard before. While they hike, Luna points out a peppercorn tree, crushes the pink berries between her hands and puts them into Harry’s nostrils; he sneezes. She marvels at the wild mustard, coating the hills with yellow sprays of flowers. She stands in front of an agave, blue-green spikes taller than her, with what appeared to be a giant asparagus rising from its center. It must have been thirty feet tall, covered in yellow and red anemones. Luna loves it instantly. She loves the prickly pear too, with their bloody metastatic fruit sprouting off the paddles—Harry finds them frankly unnerving. She finds wild rosemary off the trail, soft and plush; it’s so intensely savory that Harry feels like he’s being punched in the face with a focaccia when he smells it.

Harry had just tolerated LA—it was a means to an end, a long shot to get rid of the wolf. It almost feels like cheating to see it now through Luna’s eyes, just after Parkinson tempts him with a Quidditch offer. Harry feels as if he hasn’t made a real choice in his entire life: his path laid out by Voldemort and Dumbledore from his first birthday; his apathy during Auror training; and finally the bite. He didn’t think he had a real choice in front of him here, either, but now, in the unexpected beauty of LA through Luna’s eyes and generosity of Pansy Parkinson, he does.

#hd wireless 2023 #my fic claim !!!!#really happy to finally share this with the world #LA I LOVE YOU #lana del rey i love you #LIV i love you #posts i actually wrote

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sugarsnappeases · 2 months

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actually. whats your 1. favorite food 2. favorite drink (hot and cold) 3. favorite color

hiiiiii (assuming this is just you double checking w the knowledge you already have in ur (our) brain)

1. okay pretty much every single day when i’m home from uni i have a toastie with pesto, mozzarella and tomato so i reckon that’s probs pretty high on the list (i don’t have a toastie maker, or the money for mozzarella when i’m at uni lol so i have to stock up when i get home). my fave food for when i am at uni tho is probs the falafel wraps that you can get from the little kebab vans that come out at night they’re so fucking delicious and the main reason i ever go out clubbing is just to get one on the way home

2. aaa this is a good question bc i am not much of a hot drink enjoyer so i would probs just say like. tea. for a hot drink OH or maybe a chai latte i had one yesterday they’re such good vibes… for cold drinks i think depends on the vibe, like alcohol-wise i’ve recently become an avid red wine drinker (in fact i’m a tad red wine tipsy as i type this) but i’ve also recently been really craving like a nice crisp apple juice idk

3. my fave colour is either pink or red sorry to be indecisive!! but also if you could see me in person (once again lamenting the fact that we can’t hang out all the time) you would know that i own an absurd amount of pink shirts and like half my central accessories are red oh and i also have my precious darling hot pink gogo boots and also my hair tends to oscillate between like varying shades of brown and either red or pink mostly red…. i also quite like orange. i’m wearing an orange jumper rn

anyway that was a lot of rambling but love you!!

#ask games #will to my hannibal

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pacisandpuzzles · 6 months

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THE SIDES (+ extra) & THEIR PACIS ! (headcanons)

Not all of these will have images! Some of them will if I can find an example of what I am imagining :)

Under cut because it got super long!! -_-;

Roman - obviously, very disney themed or prince themed. He'd prefer red pacifiers, because it's his colour !!!, but will make an exception if it's a character he likes.

The 1st 1 is a Queen of Hearts themed paci, but I think Roman would love all the red details and especially the little crown. I also think Roman loves lilo & stitch (more than usual when he's regressing) & would have a blue paci if it means he can have stitch on his paci.

(Also I think stitch reminds him of his brother Remus and he loves his brother! Even if big him denies it)

(1 & 3 - bellesbinkies on IG, 2 - kittycat.crafts)

Orange - we haven't met him, but I think he loves orange juice and probably has a paci covered in oranges. (Big him is so upset everyone keeps comparing him to an orange and gets even more upset that little him loves oranges).

Janus - has to have a snake on it. If it doesn't have a snake on it he cries and cries and cries until Roman/whoever summons a new one/adds one. Unfortunately, I cannot find a paci that has snakes on it :(

It can be any colour and decorated any way, but it has to have a snake (or multiple, preferably). He also loves when his pacis are the colour of his caregiver(s)!!

I did find this one by bellesbinkies & I think it's right up his alley anyway :3 just imagine there's a snake on it, or janus will wail.

( 1 - bellesbinkies )

Remus - bright green and covered in as many charms and jewels as he can put on it. Once it becomes unusable and he starts all over with a new one!! I think he has a gir from invader zim center piece or a skelanimal (most likely lolita the dolphin).

He also 100% somehow chews through the all rubber pieces of his binkie . No one knows how he does it.

Patton - FROGS !!! He most likely owns like 20 pacis and theyre all different. One has a frog centerpiece and another one has a dog and another one has a rabbit and another one has a cat— he needs a million (even if logan tells him its impossible to own a million). He likes to switch out through out the day, he doesn't want any paci feeling unloved !!!

I bet he also loves pacis with shakers!

Logan - probably has around 3 or 4 pacis that he switches through, but his most used is something that looks like the one below. He also has his CG (or himself) glue on little letters that spells out "little star" :)

The rest of his pacis are dark blue with various themes, like doctor who and ocean animals! He has a bingo paci too (He loves bluey!)

Virgil - i found this one and this is SO virgil. He probably goes all out for his binkies !! He wants his binkie to be "spoopy", but not super scary or else he gets really scared (remus once tried gifting him one that was just a little too much for baby virgil & he couldnt sleep alone for weeks).

He uses one paci at a time, usually for months, but once he gets tired of it, he will swap it out.

EXTRA !!

C!Thomas - has a steven universe paci. It's red with a yellow shaker full of little stars (like steven's shirt)

Emile Picani - a snoopy paci that's black and white with little charms

Remy/Sleep - all black paci, covered in little "z"s with the words "sleepy baby" on it.

#sanders sides agere #areg.patton #areg.janus #areg.roman #areg.remus #areg.logan #areg.virgil #areg.picani #areg.remy #areg.thomas

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I saw the matchups and i wanted to submit mine:)

My name is Suki and i go by she/her. I’d like a romantic matchup. I’m straight and poly. I’d prefer a guy but it doesnt matter :))

People often describe me as bubbly and hyper. I can also be a flirt. Most of the time i like to get things done as soon as i can but i also like to have fun and make things fun. Im very kind and im seen helping around and helping others alot. People tell me that im very funny but i dont really think i am😭

I like to read books, listen to music, and make music. I really love to sing and write music. I like dancing too. I’m very athletic and i play sports and exercise daily.

I like sweets. All i really drink is water and pink lemonade. I live in the south so i like more southern foods too. I dont like honey, and fish. I also do not like people who are too full of themselves and look down upon others. I dont like people who judge others and talk about others.

My type is really simple. I just want someone who gives me that spark again. I want them to be loyal and make me smile. I just want to be happy atp.

Im also a December sagittarius if that helps a little bit:)

Hi there Suki!

Ready to feel that ssspark again? I match you with...

Sir Pentious!

To start with, I feel like it’d be Pentious to fall for you first; your kindness and liveliness are captivating to him, not to mention your tendency to be a bit of a flirt! He gets all blushy every single time you hit on him, even as a joke, and definitely tries to flirt back which only results in a slightly awkward blabbering from him. Your kind side taking over, you tell him that it’s okay and that you understand what he means...even though you probably don’t, but there was an attempt on his part to flirt, and that much makes your heart beat slightly faster.

He thinks you’re really funny; like, the funniest person he’s ever met, and when you’re doubting yourself and eventually confess to him that you don’t think so, he reassures you that there’s no joke from you that couldn’t make him laugh. He tells you to glance at him when you tell one if you’re feeling particularly insecure, as he’s probably going to be giggling over it.

He also makes you smile in his own way, of course! He tries to impress you by making pink Lemonade...except he doesn’t really know how to, so the first time this happens he just...makes regular lemonade. Next time though – he promises – he’s going to make it pink; and he does! A little bit of food colouring should do, or if you want that extra flavour he might add cranberry or strawberry juice to it!

He absolutely loves when you sing and dance, it gets him in such a good and cheery mood, and he definitely joins you if you let him, even though he might not be the best at both of these things. What counts to him though is that you have fun, and as long as he gets a laugh out of you he really is happy and couldn’t ask for more.

Now, on the matter of you being polyamorous, Pentious might be a bit confused at first; these kinds of relationship lacked the element of mutual consent and emotional connection that they have today when he was alive, so he might be fearful of this aspect of you at first. Once you explain that it’s different now though, he’s going to be accepting, and as long as he trusts the other person you might fall in love with it’s all going to be fine by him!

The fact that you exercise daily makes you very cool in his eyes and, just like he attempts to join you in your other activities, he does so with this one as well. Though admittedly...he’s not all that athletic, and he might trip a few times during your exercises, but you surely appreciate that he’s trying!

Overall you guys’ relationship is full of trust and lovey dovey actions to reassure the other that yes, you still do love each other. Not entirely sure if you’re a fan of PDA, but Pentious isn’t really shy when it comes to showering you in affection in front of others as he’s proud of you being his, so at the very least he’s going to hold your hand and be just slightly clingy when you’re around other people...but also when you’re on your own!

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin x reader #x reader #hazbin hotel matchup #hazbin matchup #matchup #matchups #hazbin hotel matchups #hazbin matchups #sir pentious #sir pentious x reader

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absolutely-not-my-main-blog · 11 months

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Random Risk E. Rat Notes before I go scrolling my dash at last

-The gang all singing together in the opening, I am kissing them on the lips

-The timing of that opening felt off though, the pacing/timing of the whole episode felt a little off.

-Dennis vaguely mentioning the noises in there, no I am not gonna blow this out of proportion and daydream overstimulation scenarios, I'm not, I'm not (that's a lie).

-Kinda dog-coded Frank again with the water, can't wait to read the essays on that.

-I find it really interesting they decided to team up Dee and Frank once again this season, though I'm too tired to formulate thoughts on why, I just... it's interesting. There's something there... something.

-Charden kicking the wall together, they're so stupid (affectionate) <3

-You can do whatever you want, the parents not around, I wonder if Mac's parents would just like dump him there so they wouldn't have to deal with him for the day and he'd end up in that timeout room a lot because he was angry, he needed a way to let out his anger... the fake gun he wanted to get with the tickets, oh guns again this season, I've got thoughts now for another post, don't mind me, very unrelated.

-I find it interesting the different levels of awareness, how they're all still stuck in the past because it's what they always knew, but on some level can understand why things had to change, especially when confronted with something they recognize as bad that say Frank still doesn't, yet they still cling to it because that's how it's been done, tradition, legacy, they don't actually want what what was there, the punishment? the guilt? even the rat boobs, but they want to cling on to it because they fear change, because if it changed, that means it was wrong, like how it changed from Frank's day, and then they have to face that their childhood memories of this one safe haven were not all roses, so they try to force the past back into the present to prove it was better then... and things go horribly wrong, because some things are better left in the past... seen through rose coloured glasses, but what happens when they do come to the surface, when they see it in new context, just like the whole show lately slowly becoming more tragic in hindsight with each passing detail. This episode reminds me of Big Mo in a way.

-Partly on that above note, for real, Charlie and Dennis sound so unenthusiastic/uninterested in those rat boobs, like an ace and a gay man looking at them just because they think they should, they think that's how it's supposed to be.

-Mac in the feelings room saying he's angry, and he feels misunderstood, unheard, just in this instance or in general, throughout? (Unheard, as he's not supposed to speak.) Misunderstood as our perception of him and his actions this season may not be as it seems. I also find it interesting he's separated from the gang again... And he still feels the need to be punished and feel shameful... maybe he thinks he doesn't deserve that relationship with Donald or Dennis, or... idk, just... much to think about. That theme of denial... needing to deny and look back to cope. To believe his parents still loved him, feeling guilty and being punished is what kids are supposed to go through and he’s not allergic to nuts and Dennis isn’t Johnny. (Also, off topic, Mac with his lil juice box, adorable.)

-Sending Dennis to the Feelings Centre immediately btw

-"I don't 100% understand what satire means." Dee, voice of Reddit today.

-In my mind, Dennis took the ear plugs :) noise sensitive dennis real to me

#iasip #text #sunny sweet 16 #s16 spoilers #iasip spoilers #it's always sunny in philadelphia #risk e rat #anmmbposts #don’t have a ton of ep thoughts because as far as watchability goes it was mid not super funny but I do have analysis thoughts #but it’s mostly stuff I’ve been saying before the season even aired

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raggstorice · 11 months

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Happy 4:15 in the morning. I'm doing flash headcanons for Sexuality. (Authors Note: took a break and made breakfast potatoes. It's now 7:00 am and I have my father's love.)

Warning: Lack of Heterosexuality

I may or may not be high so; here we go:

Heartslabyul:

Riddle: he's bi. He insists he's straight but he's lying to himself. You'll get it one day sweetie. Leans more to guys.

Ace: BI. BISEXUAL DISASTER. This man experienced bi panic when he saw Epel and Deuce in a room together. (He thought Epel was a chick...) Also. Acesexual. (get it. Asexual? Acesexual? I'm a comedian.)

Deuce: Gay. His mother is supportive.

Cater: unlabeled. He hates labeling anything about himself. If asked will say he's gay but if you get to know him he'll be honest.

Trey: Pansexual. It's the vibes. Nothing else needs to be said.

Savanaclaw:

Leona: Gay. Would never want a women. Don't be mistaken he greatly respects women he's just not attracted to them. At all.

Jack: Pan. Another man that drinks his respect women juice.

Ruggie: acesexual demi romantic. You have to know him first.

Octavinelle:

Azul: Questioning... He knows he likes men... he's working on it. Just tells people he's gay while he figures it out.

Jade: Gay. Pulls women though. He's polite in rejecting them.

Floyd: Unlabeled. Ask him to give him a label and he'll flip you off.

Scarabia:

Kalim: Asexual Panromantic. The sweetest.

Jamil: Bi. Pulls everyone.

Pomefiore:

Vil: Queer. He's something?

Rook: again. Gay. I don't think this needs to be explained.

Epel: questioning

Ignihyde:

Idia: Gay. He doesn't really care though. he just knows.

Ortho: Ortho doesn't know yet. Idia explained LGBTQ stuff to Ortho (since a lot of people on campus are queer) but Ortho really young so he doesn't really think about it. (Also. Robot)

Diasomnia:

Malleus: He's clearly gay but Lilia hadn't given him the talk.

Silver: I would say Malleus's applies to Silver but Silver is Bi.

Sebek: Internalized Homophobia. It's okay for other people to be gay just not him. Anyways Gay.

Lilia: The original gay. All gays evolved from him.

Staff:

Crowley: Aroace. 'Ew romance' (he says that everytime he catches students making out in odd places)

Crewel: Gay. And extremely supportive.

Trein: Y'know what. I'm going to be brave here. Token straight. Ally.

Vargas: Bi. Incredibly Bi.

Sam: Gay. Gay black man. (Authors Note: met a black gay once during an open dance thing and he hyped me up the entire time. He had the coolest pride baseball jacket thing? It has a rainbow on it. Dee if you're out there I love you <3.)

Other:

Lucius: A... Cat?

Neige: Pansexual. He has the pan colours.

Che'nya: A... Gay Cat?

Najma: that is a LESBIAN. Probably the most similar character to me! So she's a lesbian.

Marja: Ally! You go grandma!

Cheka: Cheka doesn't know much about gay people... He asked dad but he just said 'Oh yeah. Leona's gay!' Cheka doesn't know what that means.

Authors Note: According to the wiki; Neige is taller than Vil. NEIGE IS 6,3. let that sink in. 6,3. That's not possible. That's a fucking lie. These guys are SKYSCRAPERS. Anyways in the wiki it also says that Vil wears 13 CENTIMETER HEELS? That's like. 5-6 inches. Which is probably why Vil looks taller than Neige in the story...

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themidgardlibrary · 2 months

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I was tagged by @everyeternity and finally got around to trying this! :D

Last song I Listened to

10 hour loop of the stickbug song. This of course is the last song I *actively* listened to, as opposed to the radio which I keep on all the time because if I don't I'll become paranoid of every little sound in the house.

Currently watching

Series wise? Frieren, At journey's end. Non-series? Slowly working my way through a bunch of things, but especially a video about Lisa Frank scamming people.

Spicy/sweet/savory

Oh god I genuinely cannot choose. Like, I am a medium on the spice tolerance, but I LOVE foods with a bit of bite, including my fave pan-fried chicken recipe. But ALSO I'm a big fan of sweet things, like juice and mini-donuts. However, savoury stuff is *so* fluffin' good.

Current Obsessions

Dungeon Dreams! It's a fun game made in RPG Maker, and it's a sort of spiritual successor to a game called Azure Dreams. I REALLY like it. There's so many good things, and it's balanced well, and there's a real sense of progression.

There's a ton of small things to do here and there, but it's not like, 'collect 1,000 seeds we shoved up the asses of random squirrels' shit. It's like little sub-plots and mini plots, and a couple of minigames which can unlock even MORE sub plots.

There are over a dozen recruitable characters, and many characters have their own relationships with each other, and you can even influence them such that they get married in several cases. The characters are all very different and most of them stand out quite a bit from one another - and I'm pretty sure that those that *don't* stand out to me simply haven't been interacted with enough by me to get to the good stuff.

There is a really hateable antagonist, but he's not the villain, and while I do think he's a bad person, he's far from irredeemable. Which like, don't get me wrong, I don't need my antagonists to be redeemable, I just think it's a very delicate balancing act to make a character that's rightfully hated, but who can redeem themself by simply being decent to people.

There's a LOT of nuanced writing, in fact. I'd say most of it isn't super-nuanced, but there's still a good amount. And while sometimes the dialogue options can be a little "huh?" they give you a pretty decent sense of agency, and more than a few of the dialogue options give different outcomes.

Relationship Status

Single, NOT looking to mingle! I'm happily living with my equally as ace, slightly more aro platonic life partner who is one of my best friends.

Fav color

I genuinely cannot pick. Since I really got into art my love of colour has flourished. I started out with just one colour here and there, which changed regualrly, then it would be combos - like brown and turqoise, and orange and green - and then it would be whole palettes. And honestly I just CANNOT choose XD

Tagging @raichana and @jabbloo! I think @thanatoastburnsbread is also here? :D

#idk how to tag this

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leviathanverse · 6 months

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Chapter 12: Not 5, but 7

You kept cleaning the walls of the enclosure. Or, as everyone called it, paddock 4. Turns out you were inside the enclosure of the most aggressive dinosaurs in the entire park!

And here you thought that it couldn't get any worse. Scratch that, IT GOT WORSE! Three other Allosauruses appeared out of nowhere!

One had green scales on its back and two lines with patches of white; the other one was red on the one half while the other half had green with yellow stripes on its back.

The last one had a brownish back with yellow arms and feet. Not to mention it had some feathers on its arms and patches of those feathers on it head and tail.

" Keep cleaning the walls. We'll make sure these three don't get near you."

" They aren't that bad."

" Thanks for the very reassuring words, Mr. and Mrs. Kanroji!"

You thought sarcastically. These people really needed therapy. Or needed to do some tests to see if they were mentally ill.

You scrubbed the wall, trying not to pay any mind to the three newcomers. You were not going to turn around and say "hello" to them.

You kept scrubbing until Mrs. Kanroji suddenly grabbed you and ran. Mr. Iguro followed behind you two.

HOW STRONG WAS THIS WOMAN?! Not to mention that you were carried on her shoulder like a sack of potatoes!

Did you weigh like nothing to her or what?!You sighed and looked at the reason on why she was running. You almost passed out.

Another Allosaurus, one with patches of all the colours from the other four on its back, ran after you three. Well, two.

You were carried like a sack of potatoes by Mrs. Kanroji while she and Mr. Iguro ran away from the dinosaur.

It was smaller than that of the other four Allosauruses. However, it had only feathers on its tail.

" Is that the other one?!"

" Yup! Also a playful one!"

" IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE IT'S PLAYFUL!"

" Well he is playful now!"

" Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh- I don't like this! ... I think I am going to be sick."

" Stop complaining! At least you don't have to run around like headless chickens!"

" Iguro!"

" Sorry, Mitsuri!"

It looked aggressive more than anything. Even mad! It looked like it wanted to tear them all to shreds.

Well, it did want to. As Mrs. Kanroji ran out of the gates, you noticed a familiar blonde haired male by the gates.

Mrs. Kanroji put you down and asked you questions. You answered them, while staring at the male that had pushed you in paddock 2.

Memories of the event took place in your mind but you had enough consciousness to focus on what Mrs. Kanroji was saying.

Looks like that training with dad came in real handy for you. He had taught you how to do this ever since you were eight.

" That was close! He is never thos playful."

" PLAYFUL?!"

You shrieked out in absolute fear and horror. You hadn't meant to, but it was instinctual. Mr. Iguro seemed surprised.

" Yeah... he gets playful. However, this is the first time I saw him in eight years."

" EIGHT?!"

" Can you PLEASE stop shrieking in our ears?"

" Iguro!"

" Sorry, Mitsuri."

Yup. He had a crush on her. The way he averted eye contact, how he pulled the bandages over his mouth more, the blush.

It was all there. The signs were all there. Especially the alarms that told you to get away from that blonde haired male.

You didn't want to have horrible memories or flashbacks. Not from the previous day. You couldn't handle another even on the second day.

No. That was too much for your brain and you yourself to process and handle. Nope! Nu-uh! You were good right where you were!

Outside the cage.

Much better than watching, while being carried by Mrs. Kanroji, how a carnivore chased you three- TWO! Two people.

" I don't even want to know how it is playful."

" Oh! He chews on his toys!"

How wonderful! You were delighted to hear such wonderful information and news! Note the sarcasm. She even smiled!

What was wrong with these people?! Where did they get the juice from?! You needed answers to become fearless as well.

" Oh! I forgot to say that we actually have seven Allosauruses."

SEVEN?! THAT WASN'T ALL OF THEM?! Oh boy... you were not ready for the other two Allosauruses.

You hated yourself so much and began dying on the inside again. How lovely to go on ANOTHER adventure to become dino food!

"How fun! "

You were sarcastic on the sentence you had thought of. You prayed to the three sisters to spare your miserable life for once.

Just for a few minutes. Hopefully they were feeling bad for you and decided to give you a break.

Hopefully.

Wow. Maybe it'll actually work this time. Who knows?! Only the future predicted your fate. Not you. Only Fate, Karma and Destiny.

You were going to get PTSD from all these encounters with the carnivores soon. You just knew it.

And so, the new journey for your task began!

Previous <-•-> Next

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parttimeprophet · 7 months

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🦷🧸❄️ pretty please <3

🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual?

Frankly, just texting me will do the trick.

I happen to be terribly introverted and kind of awkward so reaching out to people is rather hard to me, but once I feel comfortable enough around someone, I will act though we've been friends for five years. Given they're a devcent person, of course.

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

As for wisdom:

The clothes you buy are for the body you have, not the one you had, not the one you wish you would have, not the one you are trying to achieve.

Life does not need to be aesthetic to be enjoyable.

Some places were not meant to keep you warm.

I think it is inevitable to at one point or another begrudgingly discover regret to be incredibly convenient. I also think it is crucial to learn from that.

Forgiveness is hard to find when you are not looking for it. Which is not to say you have to grant forgiveness to everyone looking for it.

When someone tells you you've hurt them, you don't get to decide that you didn't. Which is a quote I read ages ago and it has stuck with me forever.

In terms of life hacks:

Magnesium supplements (magnesium glycinate specifically) and peppermint tea before bed might help you sleep better. Also aids stomach issues!

If you suffer from tinnitus often, cover your ears with your palms in a way so that your fingers are at the back of your head, they should be roughly above the base of your skull. Make sure your ears are fully covered, then place the index finger of your right hand on top of the middle finger (do the same for the left hand) and kind of move them in the same way you would when snapping your fingers. The result should be your index fingers creating a thumping sensation on the back of your skull. Repeat a couple times, it might help!

Carrot and tomato juice are high in vitamin a and if mixed with a bit of oil can help acne and other skin issues. The oil is necessary for the body to actually process beta-carotines.

If you apply oil to your hair, make sure it is at least damp, otherwise the oil will cause your hair to dry out even more

If your eyeliner smudges easily try setting it with an eyeshadow of the same colour. If it still smudges, do eyeshadow, a thn layer of setting spray applied with a brush (very important) and then eyeshadown again

For genetically awfully greasy hair; cornstarch as dry shampoo works even better than baby powder. I have bleached hair personally, but I think mixing in some kakao powder should do the trick for dark hair.

Sorry, this was a lot.

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

Quite frankly, I will forever be in awe of @kastlequill 's skill. that human, that demon is easily one of the best fanfictions I have ever read, the paragraph about Farsi and Djinn's course of working on that specific mission was divine and I eat up anything regarding the intricacies of language and laguage learning!

In old Kez fashion, I am also a sucker for character studies, and would love to see you and @50cal-fullauto do a Ghost character study. The way in which the two of you portray him is very distinct and organic and given how the emphasis of different characteristica of him shines through in your guys' writing, I'd be entirely too curious to see similarities and differences in them.

#thank you for asking ^^#ask game #asks #answered #dotcie

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panelshowsource · 10 months

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HEY NOW...

aw thanks anon!! i did post my gif resources a while ago but i can post an updated one of these soon and include some psds! my gifs really aren't that good tho anon — if i'm being honest, i don't really spend that much time on colouring like i could — so if you can find someone PROPERLY good (usually a film/tv blog, as you can imagine) they may have really expert tips 🤔

as someone who has been at the ugliest end of reddit & discord tv/britcom fans' trolldom (too nice a word, really), and lived through the fucking unending years-long era of that one incel's rule over the panel show subreddit, i understand the reticence to participate in those spaces — even though, these days, they're mostly pleasant enough and subs that supply downloads (tv_bunny is life) are more or less transactional. that said, the purpose of this blog has always been to service the people who can't or don't torrent — who a lot of reddit & discord tv/britcom fans don't have the patience for, but i digress — so it doesn't bother me that a lot of my followers don't know reddit as well as i do. no worries!

omg! recently i watched after life (i love kerry godliman!!!!!!!), dara ó briain's new special, and i've also been doing my biannual re-listen of the entire horne section podcast because it is so fucking impeccable chef's kiss! i was catching up on guessable but it's really, deeply, truly mid, so i kinda gave up for a while and switched over to breeders (martin freeman agenda continues). otherwise non-panel show things, some films like close, return to dust, un beau matin, etc. — but that's for my main hehe i'm someone who wishes i could watch 10000 things in one day T_T

hahaha i do get asked this a lot!!! like you there's just so. many. and i often chicken out of substantially answering this because if i forget anyone i'll kick myself SO hard later

but

back in the day i answered a similar question about some non-comedians i want to see on taskmaster AND I SAID AMELIA DIMOLDENBERG AND IT CAME TRUE

MY BRAIN 🧠🧠🧠🧠🧠🧠

SO MAYBE I CAN MANIFEST THINGS LET'S TRY 🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮

this is personal to me, of course, and i'm considering people i really love + who i think would be really fun specifically on taskmaster, so in a somewhat priority order...

robert webb

stephen mangan

robert irwin

martin freeman

catherine tate

jessica hynes

miles jupp

simon amstell (preferably on the same season as jessica hynes because about 15 years ago (literally) i used to watch this clip religiously, and i'm sure that has something very specific to say about why i am the way i am but we don't have time to psychoanalyse me rn)

larry dean

ed byrne

holly walsh

diane morgan

daniel radcliffe

charlie brooker

hugh laurie

susie dent (omg i was CACKLING at susie, who is never on panel shows(!!!), being on the same episode of guessable as nick helm — and now i kinda wanna see her on the same series of tm as nick helm muhahaha)

kayvan novak

limmy

paul foot

bill bailey

lawrence chaney (i also love the vivienne of course! but i think lawrence may be more fit for tm while the vivenne is more fit for something like celeb juice; btw just watched her on guessable with ivo graham, and ivo calling her "viv"...omg...it did something to me...it really did...again, we're not talking about why i am the way i am)

vic reeves

the sexted boys

some other randoms people i'd certainly be happy to see, even if they don't make the priority manifesting roster — ahir shah, adam buxton, danny dyer, jimmy carr, graham norton, matt berry, glenn moore, maggie aderin-pocock, gary delaney, hal cruttenden, rhys james, huge davies, josie long, alasdair beckett-king, gino d'acampo, julian barrett, and tonsss of actors but we'd be here all day

i don't think there are many people i vehemently do not want to see on the show. while there are of course a few comedians i just don't like, and if taskmaster puts another tory politician on the panel again i'll fucking write in with my upset, the disappointment i typically feel if and when i see a new lineup is more along the lines of "meh they're fine but they took the place of someone i'd much rather see". but tm is also so good at introducing us to people we may not have seen much of before — and then we love them, so i trust the producers and alex a lot!

🔮 MANIFESTING MANIFESTING MANIFESTING MANIFESTING MANIFESTING MANIFESTING MANIFESTING 🔮

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sol-consort · 3 months

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Greetings Shepard Commander or would it be Pathfinder Ryder?

How are you doing and/or how has this week been going? What ever you feel comfortable sharing?

I've claimed a paracetamol pill as my personal desk pet because I got too attached to throw it out. I pet it on occasion.

It's the end of the day, one hour away from my bedtime and fuck I am so tired and exhausted and sleepy. You really just wake up tired one day as an adult, and stay this way for the rest of your life, huh?

I've written a bit today, working on the salarian hug post and polished the Thane fic a bit more. By "writting" I mean debated for half an hour if I should make it a female salarian since I made the krogan a male to balance things out.

Which led to a looking up info about salarians and finding out their population is 90% males, leading to females having only the most important jobs. Also that Andromeda throws a bowling ball at the delicate champagne glasses tower that is the mass effect word building by making a single salarian woman work in a warehouse.

How their population stay alive, you ask? Their females birth clutches of eggs.

I decided to make it a guy in the end, might make the turian a woman then. Drell def guy bc I don't know what female drell are. Or maybe make it all guys? I want there to be a balance but I don't want to force it when I really wanted to write a guy so ehh.

I try not to talk about my writing process too much, it muddies up the final product. It's like magicians refusing to give up the secrets to their tricks. It's a very messy and clumsy process here back at the writing kitchens and I rather you think the finished piece was definitely well-thought out and made by a sane person.

Anyway so back to my pet pill.

I was cleaning my desk and apparently a pill fell out of a paracetamol sheet that I didn't notice until the next day. It's been open too long so it's contaminated by now and shouldn't be consumed. I was about to throw it away but I stopped and stared.

It's so...adorable?

The endearing oval shape, the lovely white colour. Flawless like a sheet of paper or a white daisy in a field. How much these little pills helped me through headaches. The cute cut in the middle of the pill to help you split it.

I have a vivid memory of the first time I have ever took paracetamol. I was young, around 7 years old and I had this migrane that wouldn't go away thanks to my dad passing me the genes.

My brother who was studying in med school at the time, gave me half a pill. I didn't know how to swallow pills yet, I choked on the first one and spit it out, only by the second time did I manage to get it down with so much water.

Look at me now, so used to meds I easily swallow 3 at a time with a small sip of juice through a straw. Sometimes down them with monster energy.

Anyway, so I took the half pill, which must have been like what? 250mg? If not less, because he might have just given me one quarter of a pill. 20 minutes later I'm fully out, slept through the entire day.

My blood was so pure back then, and resistance low. It was a fond memory, I got many headaches as a kid but I always suffered through them with a brave face and that was the first time I realised something as small as a couple grains of rice can bring so much relief.

I still suffer through the headaches, I try not to depend on pain killers too much since I don't want to build up an immunity and have to move on to stronger ones. I keep a balance yk? But today was unbearable and I gave in.

So that memory flashed through me when I saw that stray pill on the desk. I'll keep it there just to look at it, it feels like a friend.

I've been reading about the medicine and its history. Apparently, it targets different pain receivers than Ibuprofen, so the two of them could be used together for better pain relief. Also,

But it was very different at first and even toxic! It literally choked your body tissue cells by preventing the hemoglobin from binding oxygen and causing cyanosis. It was known as Antifebrin.

So, in 1877, it was officially synthesised as paracetamol, but it was only during 1887 that it was used on humans by Joseph von Mering.

funfact, to prevent your cells from choking out, all your body cells must be at least within 100 micrometers of a blood vessel for their oxygen to be delivered in time.

Funfact. This info is qouted directly from my memory and I'm currently factchecking it to try and find If it's actually accurate but no relevant results so far.

Funfact. Okay, I found this research paper that actually goes in depth about this and supports my funfact.

Also your red blood cells do not require oxygen! The only body cells that don't need oxygen are the same ones delivering it. HA.

Cells are the same size right? So an ant and a human have the same size cells, just different amounts. Correct so far.

So the thing with cancer is, it happens by probability. All of us get cancer multiple times a day and our immune systems take care of it. It's only dangerous when it slips by long enough to become a tumor.

Now, based on the laws of probability, the more cells the higher risk of an error in cell division aka the higher the cancer risk? Right?

Wrong.

For some fucking reason, bigger animals than us with so many more cells, have very very veryyyy low cancer rates when they shouldn't. Take elephants or whales for example. Something in their genes either overcame the cell division error prone OR made their immune system much better at detecting stray cells that refuse to self destruct.

Analysing elephant genomes like TP53 gene showed that elephants developed a suppresser to stop damaged cells from dividing and ending the hydra before it could grow another head. As side effects, it lead to elephants having more cell deaths and low DNA repair mechanisms.

Elcors come to mind. Is the fact they still communicate by phormones rather than sounds related to some bargaining chip they had to cash in order to accommodate for their big sizes? Like we humans, paid a shit tone of gene money and got in gene debt for our brains that took so many years to pay off. That's why only the homosapians are left.

Where did the elcor genomes cash in all the saved up unused evolution points? And how did they exactly evolve to be self aware when most animals with their line of evolution end up as herd animals with survival and procreation as their only goal? Was it a mutation that lucked out or did natural evolution actually saw it benfical for them to develop self awareness in order to survive?

Are elcor just immune to all diseases, maybe? Do they have an especially naturally high success birth rate without the need for surgery or medical intervention? Are their stomach biomes simply superior, and they never get stomaches?

And why do Krogans have tails?

Okay, I'm going off topic.

What was the main topic?

Ah yes me.

Uh.

I really appreciate you btw, and the way you refer to me as "commander Shepard" in these asks.

The first time it happened, I was caught off guard and I loved it so much I didn't want to answer the ask because it meant I won't be able to see it in my inbox anymore. I wanted to keep a copy and frame it just to save my happiness, I was literally this picture.

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It's just so?????? Validating? Like YES I AM COMMANDWR SHEPAPRD YES THANKS JDQKJD <333

Then it happened a second time and I was oh my god oh my god oh my god!!!!♡!!♡♡♡♡♡

It's been a while since you dropped by so It completely left my mind. I opened my asks yesterday and I saw this and AAAAAA i love you so much.

Like for I moment I was like twirling my hair and giggling. Especially the addition of Ryder at the end. dude I am saving this ask. I've been opening my inbox just to look at it and feel happy. Like you noticed that I'm playing andromeda now? Kdjqojdakndos <33

Oh and I've been playing helldivers 2 lately! It's so much better than I expected. I never imagined a day would come where I'd willingly touch a coop fps, nor the day where I don't suck at fps. Dude all i knew before mass effect was far cry 4 and even then I used a bow! Dude I am not built for fps bc honestly mass effect is not the training you think it is. I played with a controller.

And yet...I'm actually good. It's like legit good! I am useful and my aim is good and I've helped people so many times. Plus, I have more to show up for than just aim like attention to details plus support capabilities, so I'm great in teams. At this rate, I might get deep rock galatic and join the public servers without fear of having shit aim while playing with strangers.

It feels...nice. Weird but nice. Almost like I'm invading someone else's community, even in mass effect I feel like I'm an outisder and it shows yk? Something in me just seems off in comparison to the rest of the community...but I want to stay and I want to keep writing for it. I want to keep trying even if no one is there because I genuinely love it. The mass effect universe and I'm starting to love shooter games.

I played moba like league a lot, I have experience with toxic coop so nothing fps games throw at me could compare.

I'm

I will carve myself a place in this fandom if I have to.

For every vent post I share, 10 go to drafts and 50 end up unwritten. There is so much emotions and I care more about reception to my writing than I let on. I read every reblog and post, I notice everything. I compare the numbers always.

I wish I cared less. I wish I cared like you guys cared. You all seem so happy, so unaffected. Do you just not show it, or is this your reality?

Anyway.

I'm better now anon. I was worse before I wrote this, and now I'm much better. Thank you for this chance. I can't repay your kindness, I just hope life gives it back to you in some way soon.

My mom's birthday is soon, I'm preparing for it. I'm a little sad because I bought her handmade knitted flowers, a full bouquet of them in her favourite colour. And she loves knitting but can't anymore. I thought she'd love them but she didn't, my plan was to buy her a bouquet every major celebration until the house is full of them. I don't know how to knit but, it stings less that it's not me who made them at least.

And the page had very cute knitted dolls! I might order one for myself. They make it by hand and sent me pictures of the wool before they made it, their prices is too good too! Like knitting is super hard and time consuming, yet they sell it as the same price as regular flowers? They should charge more for it, I was prepared to pay much more, double their asking price even because I understand the luxury of handmade stuff.

I refunded a steam game recently because fanatical added it in a bundle and it's cheaper there. It's the third game I refunded this week yet steam were very understanding! It's a nice surprise.

I want to write more but I don't have the time or energy. I'm afraid I'll lose my readers attention. I also feel guilty whenever I see my regulars reblogging and liking older posts because it meant they came to my blog looking for updates and found nothing so they reread past stuff instead.

Oh and I wanted to name my ship in helldivers 2 after destiny ascension :( they didn't let me :(

It was either dream of destiny or song of peace so I went with song of peace.

To DELIVER PEACE WITH MY SHOTGUN RIFLE YEEHAW THAT'S TRUE DIPLOMACY BABBYY.

I got stuck under the map once, good times, good times.

It took me 2 hours to write this. Most of the time was spent factchecking the information I claimed above but still.

I'll go sleep, listen to some music. Fkhwkfns look at my title as commander shepard in you ask again and listen to some music while imagining fake scenarios where I am commander Shepard and I WIN!

I hope you sleep well anon! Take care of your.

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