#but with the amount of focus he's gotta be a big name

[aithusarosekiller]

Hi Archie! How’s your day going?

The Crowley was Raphael theory? Tell me more Archie! I need to know more..

Hiiii

I'm pretty good actually :D how are you?

It's really late rn and I'm so tired sleeping this so ignore any mistakes haha!

I've rambled about this theory too much lately so I'm just gonna say random stuff and tag the theory tag so you can indulge in everyone else's thoughts but basically

Based on all the teasing in s2, I think we're getting a reveal in s3 and I think that either

1) Crowley will be revealed to have been the previously missing Raphael (which seems to line up well with a lot: the snake thing, the 'I think I understand better than you do' thing, the everyone knows him thing, the knows god personally thing, the 'Raphael seems to be conveniently not mentioned...maybe to hide heaven's institutional problems?' thing, the 'walks on earth and helps protect humans' thing, the 'is Lucifer Satan in this universe? And he says 'Lucifer and the guys at one point but who knows how he meant it' thing, the 'how do you know it wasn't me?' In reference to archangel power thing, the 'close enough to god to think he's safe asking questions' thing, the whole 'his bitterness towards Gabriel feeling distinctly sibling-y even if it was rooted in love for aziraphale' thing, something about the fact he keeps houseplants and terrifies them into submission while trying to keep them alive and 'perfect' feels like he can't deal with smth not being perfect or 'healed' as a lingering thing from his past- he pushes them to be healthy and perfect...can he not do that for them anymore?, the 'knowing when somebody is too far gone to heal' thing and the acceptance of human passing (that feels very important in s2 for some reason) thing, the 'are they making Lucifer a prince of heaven or were they on about someone else, how is this working?' Thing, the 'we know he was powerful so there's a small chance could be Raph thing, smth about the metatron wanting him back and as an Angel...is he luring him using Azi? Does he want Raph back to replace Gabriel?, the 'his cute prefall self gives off both Raph and Lucifer energy and it's so strong it is suffocating' thing, the way he didn't even hesitate when opening the file which suggests that he was RIGHT at the top bc if he was only just high enough he may have hesitated or considered other precautions put in place to stop him from spying, the SARAQAEL TRUSTED HIM SO QUICKLY??? Thing...they really hoped he remembered them???? That's weird..., something about the job story that I cannot articulate, the fact Raphael is MISSING (possibly thought to have just DISAPPEARED) in relation to the number of times Crowley suggests running away, he hates the idea of earth and human life ending for the start...does he want an endless cycle of growing and...gradual healing? Something something he protects people from before the beginning something something, etc)

OR

2) Aziraphale will get his position as head archangel and BECOME the Raphael of the series bc of the name similarity, the healing thing, and the fact the name Raphael hasn't even been mentioned thus far, while Crowley is revealed to have been another angel, likely either Lucifer or Barachiel (both of which would be pretty cool)

I personally prefer option 1 but option two is looking prettyyyyy likely I will admit. I'd be happy with either but...Raph Crowley has a special spot in my heart

#good omens season two #good omens spoilers #crowley was raphael #technically he could be a lot of angels #but with the amount of focus he's gotta be a big name #likely Raph or Luci #idk 🤷‍♂️ #we shall see

[gay-dorito-dust]

could u do xavier being really high/wasted and he’s super clingy and says dumb stuff and reader takes care of him

A/n: this was purely the result of me being half asleep and trying to make something out of it.

It was to no surprise that upon making your way to your dormitory, you would hear Xavier’s incoherent babbling and light hearted giggles before you could seen his slanted form pressed up against the wall next to your door. Things at Nevermore were becoming more and more stressful for both staff and students alike, and everyone was looking for a primary method in making it all go away for a good few hours.

Some chose to focus heavily on their piling homework, extracurriculars or kept themselves busy by performing mundane tasks whilst others would resort to other methods. As in Xavier’s case, that would be getting high as a kite in Ajax’s room. You weren’t one to judge peoples perfected form of de-stressing, it would just be hypocritical if you did to begin with; However someone relives themselves was of none of your concern.

What was of your concern was the fact that if you didn’t do something with Xavier now before the teachers came to check on everyone, you’d both be fucked. The only downside in attempting to move Xavier the giggly over there was that he tended to became quite clingy whilst high; Which made it all the more difficult to haul him into your dorm without him managing to drag you down to the floor with him. Unfortunately time wasn’t on your side to debate on how you were going to move him, “Xav?” His head picked up like a dogs at the sound of your name as a dopey smile beamed across his face.

“Y/n, look!” He cried between giggles as he showed you his hands before looking taken aback at his fingers as he wiggled them, “I’ve got fingers!” He told you, astonished, “they’re waving at me y/n…I don’t like it.” You fought back a laugh at Xavier’s weariness of his own limbs as you knelt by his side. “They’re only saying hi, there’s no need to be afraid of them.” You played along by holding some of his fingers at the base of his hand, forcing them to move as though on their own accord.

Xavier gasps and leans into your side, “they’re doing it again.” He said in what he probably believed was a whisper but was more of a whisper shout. His doe eyes never left his fingers, on edge that one of them might pull out a switchblade and knick him when he wasn’t looking. “I believe they’re trying to tell you something, should i tell you what they’re saying?” You asked, seeing this as an opening into getting Xavier to become complacent enough for you to get him into your dorm. “You speak fingers, y/n?” Xavier asked. “Yep.” You replied.

“Tell me what they’re saying, tell me what they’re saying!” He chanted and you moved his fingers again randomly as though they were ‘speaking.’ You made a variety of faces throughout the ‘conversation’ before humming to yourself in deep thought. “What did they say, what did they say!” Xavier cried as he leaned himself heavily against you, causing you to groan at how heavy the boy really was. “They told me that you should let me help you into my dorm before we get into some really big trouble.” You told him as though you were telling a child. Was it right? No. Was it the only option you had in getting him to do as you say? Yes.

“What kind of trouble?” Xavier says softly this time, never letting his eyes off of you. “Dunno, you gotta let me help you into my dorm first.” You shrugged, dragging one of his arms over your shoulder as your other arm was brought to his waist, “ready?” You asked him. “Anything for my little finger buddies.” Xavier replied with determination and with minimum amount of effort you managed to haul him off the floor and into your dorm, where you quickly lead him to where your bed was before retreating back to the open door to close it shut.

“Y/n.” Xavier called. “Yeah?” You replied, looking back to find him staring at his fingers once more as he subconsciously wiggles them. It was cute seeing how serious he looked whilst trying to understand the language of his fingers. However it made for better blackmail material for later use should he ever get cocky with you in the distant future; Maybe you could even use this against him in the next Poe Cup so that you could score your team the victory and bragging rights bonus?

“What’re they saying now?” He asked and that was when you were drawn out of fantasy land and reminded that you were still expected to keep up the charade that you could -through some bullshit logic- understand his ‘finger friends.’ “Let me see.” You sighed as you clambered over your bed to sit besides Xavier as he held out his hand towards you to get a better look at his fingers. Once again you made a variety of exaggerated expressions, followed by a series of hums and other vocal choices to keep up the ridiculous illusion you created. Karma truly was a bitch in this instance as it dawned on you that until Xavier fell asleep, you were doomed to keep up the act.

“They ask if your hungry, sleepy, or otherwise?” You relied to him as he furrowed his brows in thought and his lip was drawn into a childlike pout. “I am kinda sleepy.” He admits almost sheepishly, resting his head against your shoulder, his eyes closing briefly before opening again. “Will you sleep with me?” He asks innocently enough but you had to hold back on chocking on your own spit at his request before forcing your mind out of the gutter; reminding yourself that he was still very much in fact high. “Sure Xavier, I’ll sleep with you.”

At your response Xavier was quick to cage you in between his arms, holding you tightly against his chest as he burrowed his head into the crevice of your neck, whilst his silky soft golden-brown locks tickled the skin of your jaw and the column of your neck. “Thank you for taking care of me.” He says lowly, voice laced with tiredness that you couldn’t help but nose the hollow of his neck. “It’s not an issue Xavier, just get some sleep for me. Okay?” You murmured. “Okay.”

Xavier fell asleep pretty quickly after that as you started running your fingers through his hair after wrangling it to freedom from being pinned to your side for so long and every attempt you made to move after that, a whine would rip from his throat and his arms would tightened their grip. You’ve long accepted that he wasn’t letting go anytime soon and eventually gave into your new fate as his personal pillow. It was worth it for the hassle you had to been put through prior so you were opting to see this as rather a reward that you could enjoy.

Besides you didn’t have much going on anyways, which was probably why Ajax purposefully left him on your doorstep…you’d get that Gorgon back sooner or later, you swore it. For now, sleep.

#xavier thorpe fic #xavier thorpe fanfic #xavier thorpe imagine #xavier thorpe imagines #xavier thorpe x you #xavier thorpe x reader #Xavier x reader #Xavier imagines #Xavier imagine #Xavier fic #Xavier fanfic #Xavier x you

[eitaababe]

EVEN IF IT'S A LIE !

chapter two. good luck.

a/n — the amount of photos i had to cram into this chapter

series masterlist. | previous / next

INTRODUCING —

written portion below. —

you and tsireya laughed, trying to keep it quiet in the calm atmosphere of the cafe.

"wait, so how do you know lo'ak?"

"we were childhood friends before i moved back in grade school. i just recently graduated and they have a good sports med program at pandora, i figured i'd come back and surprise them."

"ohhh," tsireya nodded, smiling as bright as ever. "that's so sweet! i, for one, am glad you decided to move back, i hope you make the dance team."

you smiled graciously, about to respond when a shout from the cafe grabs both your attention.

"tsireya!"

you turn at the bubbly voice, greeted by a soft smile and what looked like a brooding boy right next to him. "who's your friend?"

"this is y/n, she's the new transfer student."

"i'm rotxo!" he introduced himself, reaching out to shake your hand. "you going out for the dance team?"

"i'm trying out today, actually," you smiled, shaking his hand. your eyes suddenly shift to the boy next to him, and immediately you lose your train of thought. you meet his ocean blue eyes, and the room suddenly felt just a tad warmer. you quickly snap out of it, looking back at rotxo. "it's nice to meet you."

rotxo nudges the boy next to him, mumbling something harshly under his breath.

he rolls his eyes, nudging his friend back and looking to you, "ao'nung."

a man of very few words, you noted.

"nice to meet you," you're unable to say more, trying not to make the conversation anymore awkward, and look at the time, sighing in relief. "we've actually gotta get going— don't wanna be late for my own audition."

tsireya, checking her own phone, confirms your words and grabs her drink. "i'll talk to you later, big bro."

"good luck!" rotxo smiles at you. "i'm sure you'll do great."

"thank you." you smile at him bashfully, grabbing your bag and your drink as you start to follow tsireya out, when a call of your name stops you.

"hey y/n," ao'nung grabs your attention, and you're suddenly shy again under his intense gaze. "good luck."

you're positive he doesn't miss the way your whole face goes pink, and you smile, turning away as fast as you can to hide your embarrassment. "thanks."

─── outside !

"oh my god," tsireya starts only once you're both out of the earshot of the two boys, ignoring your questioning looks. "you have the hots for my brother!"

"i do not!"

"don't deny it! he said like two words and you were so red." tsireya giggled, knowing she was right.

"wait - which one's your brother?"

"ao'nung. rotxo's around our family enough he might as well be my brother too, though."

"oh," you say, and you recognize the resemblance between the two, with their soft eyes and curly hair, but you never would've guessed from how they both act.

"okay, maybe a bit."

"i knew it!" she exclaimed happily, drawing the attention of a couple passerby's as you walked to the dance building. "you should go for it, honestly. he hasn't talked to a girl in months, so he's definitely available."

"i don't know." you admit, hesitant to agree. "i barely know him. and he's your brother, that might get awkward."

"just think about it, alright?" she smiles sweetly, opening the doors. "for now, let's focus on you making the team."

FUN FACTS !

— rotxo is the only friend ao'nungs really talked to about ivy

— tsireya is taking ao'nungs word and thinks he's over ivy

— lo'ak is genuinely the happiest man on the earth knowing his girlfriend and friend are getting along

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[rataccatak]

Analysis of how KaySD draws Sergey Razumovsky

Or: trying to justify a thirstpost about the world's most terrible man

Sergey's gone through a number of artists through the years, and I gotta say, KaySD's rendition has captured my heart. In fact, it was a screenshot of Kay's Sergey that first got me into Major Grom. While Phob's is the official art style that we associate with the comics, Kay's style, I believe, better serves Sergey's character in the current PD run.

Genre-wise, PD returns to being a big-action, ensemble comic, which--compared to The Game's tight conflict and human drama focus--deliberately implements Kay's more traditionally comic-book style to this effect. The first arc (nine volumes in total) of PD are all Kay; though the current issues are being outsourced to a number of different artists now, Kay's style--with its roots in distinctly American superhero comics, such as DC--was what they wanted to prime audience's expectations with. After Time of the Raven, there was a big push for Bubble to adhere their stories to big names like Marvel, and with that came the desire to usher in things like a multiverse, space and supernatural elements, and franchise crossovers. Plague Doctor was one of their latest installments of that new "culture," and they had to match their aesthetics appropriately.

Okay, but that brings me back to the brainrot part of this post, which is HOT DAMN KAY'S SERGEY LOOKS SICK???

The whole idea of Plague Doctor is that, for like seven years or something, Sergey has been declared dead or missing or otherwise MIA. Nobody, both in-universe and irl, knows where he is or what the fuck he's up to. You crack open issue 1, encounter a guy in sunglasses and a hat who is painfully obviously Sergey, but you get to the last page and

(I will say this is probably the most unflattering frame of him. His chin makes him look like such a chad derogatory)

BAM. HOMEBOY IS ROCKING A NEW HAIRCUT, HE'S WEARING ANOTHER STUPID PURPLE SUIT, HE'S RIPPED, AND HE HAS BLUE EYES.

This isn't the soft, sort of angelically beautiful Sergey we're used to seeing from Phobs. It's radically different, an entirely different character almost, which was the intent.

His new look is more practical, both tactically and socially. His hair is cut, so people won't recognize him as easily. It won't get in his face or get grabbed during fights, and combined with his more muscled build, this is a Sergey who's taking things more seriously this time around. Gone is the flamboyant cape and swishing fiery locks; the plague doctor campaign is no longer a passion, but a duty. And he's ready to enter the thunderdome and get his hands dirty and god damn it, he will die trying.

Kay does take care to preserve the core elements of Phob's Sergey, while making a hard left into traditional masc territory. He's still unrealistically attractive, in that distinctly soft and youthful way. He's more noticeably fit but still maintains a slim, smooth appearance.

But on top of that, he adds this charm and charisma to him that is distinctly boyish (as in, young and mischievous, a pretty face that's up to no good). It makes his persona as a young, leftist radical more believable; he looks like a student revolutionaire, angry and passionate about all issues topical and trending.

He does look more obviously aged. Guy is now in his mid(?) thirties, and the past five years probably amounted to like three lifetimes of stress, so it certainly makes sense. Compared to how Kay drew The Game Sergey, his face is more defined with sharper lines, muscularity, and wrinkles. The short hair also ages him somewhat, making him look less angelic and more like... a regular dude.

And of course, there's the overnight peach fuzz.

The more mature, aged look helps him actually look like a person who's lived a life as loaded and fucked up as Sergey's. He's a guy whose parents died, grew up in foster care, became a CEO that rocketed to stardom in five years, committed the most elaborate fucked up terrorist campaign ever, and then immediately fell from fame to the deepest coldest cell in St Petersburg (and this is all just the OG Major Grom run). He's not Phob's Sergey (or Rag, whoever it was in The Game)--a blameless childish pretty boy who's detached from his crimes. Kay does a good job in making Sergey have this subtle undertone of... unsettled, unhinged, what have you. I don't know how much of this is hindsight bias, but he looks like a guy with a fucked up secret. You wouldn't think twice if you were seeing him in a grocery store or something but I can imagine later recognizing his mugshot on the news and thinking wow now that i think about it, he really does look like a serial killer.

And let's talk about his fashion. For all the features of Sergey's flamboyant costumes in Phob's renditions, Kay dresses him quite casually, and it works, ironically, to make him look deceptively plain in the way all extremely rich people dress (think of the $10k white t-shirts and sunglasses get-up all rich men wear). He dresses like his current social stature: a new-money sod who has gotten used to his wealth enough that he doesn't have to show off with his clothes anymore. Of course, this could also be turned on its head and instead, be an indication of Sergey's original, cheap clothes that he habited from his childhood. Certainly, the ironic rightwing graphic tees Kay puts him in edge towards that point of view, only now they're colored by Sergey's sense of political humor. I doubt a "god guns government" shirt is selling for $500 at some luxury tailor shop.

This is what I love about Kay's Sergey. In making him look more human, we get to orient him more organically into our own world. He looks like a thirty year old loser who studied CS in college and now commits cyber terrorism and doesn't know how to cook. He looks like a young adult leftist who is terminally online and has 500+ open tabs on Marxist theory. He looks like a guy who became too rich too young, who was the world's angle and then its devil in the span of like two years, and is now disillusioned with it all, who wears $5 graphic tees and stays up all night looking behind his back and tries desperately to find something that actually matters.

Once Sergey looks more believable, he becomes more understandable. And the more we understand him, the more the story has the potential to make him intrigue and surprise and reach us in multiple, unexpected ways.

#not as expansive as I wanted but I wanted to get The Thoughts out #major grom #plague doctor #sergey razumovsky #bubble comics

[nobodysdaydreams]

My Reaction to the First Six Episodes of Wolf 359 (Because my mutuals have enticed me)

@sophieswundergarten @oflightningandstars @acollectionofcuriousreblogs

My curiosity got the better of me. Will I do these for every episode? Will I listen to the full podcast? Who knows, but I hope you like this💕

My Live Reaction to Episode 1:

At first, an ad played for a way more upbeat story podcast involving Greek gods, rainbow magic, and teenagers, and I was very confused because none of this was mentioned in any of your posts.

Yes, yes, Eiffel. Hera forgets what's necessary to sustain human life and accidently made the cabin too cold, hahahaha...foreshadowing.

"Whatever you're up to Dr. Hilbert, best of luck!" Dude is your whole job ominous foreshadowing? Sorry guys, I get half the characters from your posts confused, I just know that Hera is the AI, but Eiffel dude, there's no way Hilbert's not up to something.

"It's not like if she let me have a cigarette, I'd light it and set the station's air supply on fire" Bro, stop.

"The people on the station have serious trust issues." I mean, fair. You knocked over acid, you're lighting cigarette willy-nilly, I still don't know what your job is man.

"Let's see if we can actually get some work done." -Well I know I'm not.

Ooohh... they're looking for intelligent life! 👀 This sounds like a good plot.

Dude I don't think coffee will solve your problem. I'd focus on getting rid of the ominous piano music.

Oh good at least he got his coffee. Oh ew never mind.

Oh no more on the Doctor. I don't trust him.

Wow Eiffel is a terrible employee and now I gotta listen to his training.

1,001 survival tips? That's actually a pretty low amount for space. These tips are also some wonderful foreshadowing though, and very cheerful too. "Failing to remain calm could result in your ✨😍 grisly 🌈💖gruesome🍭 🦋death🥰!" I love that.

Hilbert. Dude.

"A man's life is at risk". Are we sure it's just one man's life?

Okay Douglas. That's his first name.

Wait...is that....the Entertainer? Is the alien transmitting the Entertainer? Something about old timey music...I think that's also the song they play in Westfield after a massacre in the old west (I stopped watching after a while).

Well that was a musical transition. Oh wow the same guy did Douglas and Hilbert? Good voice acting. Yes it was the Entertainer! Alright not sure if the episodes have post credit scenes, but I might just skip to the next episode.

My thoughts on Episodes 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6 (semi-live reaction because I'm listening to these while I'm working now, but it's really good. Let me know if you want me to split up by episodes or include time stamps in the future):

Okay. They can't shut Hera off. That seems ominous. I'm not sure if it's ominous because the time will come when they want to shut her off, or ominous because the time will come when a bad guy finally figures out how to shut her off. Either way not good.

This also seems like a lot of effort for toothpaste. How did Douglas get hired? He seems like a huge liability. Also, why are they running out of supplies? Shouldn't they have a ship coming to restock them at some point or a return date? They mention "Earth", but so far I don't think anyone has mention loved ones they left behind, a return date, or anything like that.

I like the captain though (I can't spell her name, I'm so sorry).

Why does Douglas (and apparently everyone) hate physical examinations? They're in space. It's not like they can force them to run a mile...right?

I love Hera. "The report was a fabrication! 🥰". "You place too much judgement on the concept of lies... it's only sticks and stones that can break a human's feeble delicate flesh." I love how everyone just accepts this is how she talks.

Big plant? Roots? What is this Little Shop of Horrors now?

Um... what on earth is this physical examination? Why is there so much pain? Why can't it be stopped once it starts? Is this a meta thing where this is the physical examination?

Nah, the one thing I agree with Douglas on is that Hilbert is up to stuff.

Okay. Don't like it. Don't like the plant. It's either a crisis or a lie that's going to eventually be a very appropriate metaphor.

Oh my gosh why does Hilbert want their spinal fluid? Like...why do they need to do this? I get that they're in space but normalize providing reasons for serious medical examinations.

Kill it? What if it's not hostile? But then again what if it is? How does it have an eye? Teeth? Oh never mind it is hostile.

Oh it's still on the loose...Douglas what the heck. A good day? A plant wants to kill you. Have you seen the musical?

...wait. Is that a theme? First the Entertainer plays, now we got Little Shop of Horrors references...is this a theme of season 1? Space musicals?

And...now Douglas is in space. What happened to the plant? Why is that not a priority?

I do love the commander's "No Tomfoolery" clause.

Hey! More music! 🎶It sounds faster and more urgent now. You can probably use music to send coded information. A shame there seems to be no codebreaker on board.

I wonder if Hera understands what it means.

Oh dear. Here goes Douglas. Well, he was a nice character while he lasted. 🫡 And by nice, I mean he was entertaining, but very underqualified for his position. Scarily underqualified in fact, in terms of his ability to cooperate and work with a team. How did he even get this job?

He was blinded by the flare? So is he blind the rest of the show or can they fix it?

Oh dear...Hera...drown in space? Of all the ways to go. And still nothing about that killer plant. Did I listen out of order or something? I feel like I might have.

I like the Commander. Hilbert on the other hand? The worst.

I'm also wondering when/if other characters show up. Are there really just four characters? I swear I saw people posting about more.

I still want to know why they are in space. If this is a research mission, then why isn't anyone giving them supplies? Why don't they have a return date? If it's a survival mission, why aren't they acting more urgent?

Also does...does Douglas or another character nearly die at the end of every episode?

Hera: "Because I missed you."

Also Hera: "I lie 🥰"

And...more ominously cheerful piano music🎶🎹🎵🎹🎶. Which honestly fits Hera's aesthetic pretty well.

Okay Douglas has a clear nicotine problem.

Also. While he deals with his illness, I just gotta add something I noticed: the AI on the ship is called Hera. The ship is called Hephaestus. Isn't... isn't there a Greek Myth about Hephaestus being the son of Hera that she rejects and throws off Mount Olympus? Don't like how that sounds...

Hilbert. Hilbert. Why have you tied him to the bed and left him with nothing but his nicotine? That sounds like a major consent and health code violation. He's not violent or at risk of hurting anyone! Well, I mean, at least not any more than he normally is.

Huh. Hera's not here. And yet she said she couldn't be shut off "even if they wanted to". Weird.

Well at least Hilbert is feeding him. Oh my gosh Douglas is fake taking the pills? I'm not saying taking them is a good idea, but not taking them isn't great either. Why do they have this one guy doing all science stuff? Like he's the medical doctor, but he's also the guy running all the technology and experiments. They couldn't have a different guy to be their medical doctor? Maybe someone slightly less crazy?

Hilbert. Once again, he might trust you more if you didn't tie him to a bed, drug him in his sleep, and say things like "some people need to be dragged kicking and screaming towards improvement".

Yeah what on earth does "Big Day Tomorrow" mean? I'm not sure, but once again does Douglas nearly die during most episodes?

Also tying someone to a bed with a killer plant on the loose seems like a pretty bad idea.

WHY DO THEY HAVE TROPICAL FLU ON BOARD?

What sort of ship is this? And why do I feel like Hilbert might be a supervillain?

500th day around Wolf395 you say Douglas? Okay, so they've been in space for about a year and a half. Still not sure what they're doing up there. Also Hera's "I don't know what I want, but I know how to get it" quote. Very ominous coming from an AI.

I don't like the way Hilbert talks to Hera. Apparently Hera doesn't either...oh dear.

Hilbert you foolish liability, what did you do?

PFFT- Douglas imitating the captain.😂

Ooohhh...mysterious audio recordings!

Uh. Why can only Douglas hear the mysterious sounds? I don't like that.

Ah yes heading down to Engineering. Does the ship have an engineer?

Ugh I wish I could make out what the audio is saying. And I wish it would get louder Douglas. Then maybe I could hear it.

Oh now this is interesting! Wonder what the voices mean?

Have these voyages or experiments happened before?

I suppose we'll find out. Oh that is not a solid explanation from Hera. And again, why are Douglas, Minkowski and Hilbert the only people on the ship? Don't they need anyone else? And what happened to the killer plant? Did I skip an episode? Are we suppose to just pretend that never happened? Is it gonna come back later? Find out I guess.

Anyway, great podcast, thank you for recommending, I had fun listening. I might do more of these later if you enjoyed this.

#Wolf359 #wolf 359 #Wolf 359 reaction #Bods Wolf359 Reactions

[gretavanlace]

Alabama Song

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, unprotected sex, language, alcohol consumption, dirty talk, mild impact play, praise kink, daddy kink, pet names, degradation, use of toys, etc.

This one’s for this beauty...thank you, my lovely anon

“You’re fucking disgusting.” your words are mashed together into one languid syllable as you tug Jake into the bedroom, both of you wobbling on four left feet. “You stink of whiskey…” you lean in and draw in a breath of him, “and weed.”

“S’that any way to speak to…” he stumbles over himself, weight landing hard against you. You aren’t any steadier, and you crash to the ground with matching groans.

“We fell down.” he informs you seriously, like you might not have realized.

“Now we’ve gotta get up.” You shrug, as if it’s no big deal, but honestly, you can’t begin to fathom how you’ll go about doing so.

“That any way to speak to the whiskey warrior?” he asks, completing his thought this time around, except ‘warrior’ comes out sounding more like…well, like nothing the English language has ever boasted.

“You didn’t beat Josh.” you point out, rolling on to your stomach. Maybe if you can hike yourself up on your knees, you might find the way to your feet more easily.

“YesssIdid…” he slurs, sounding incredulous.

“You drank more, but then you puked on yourself.” you remind him, resting your cheek on the floor of the bedroom to stop the room from spinning.

“That was a cough s’all.” he lies, shaking his fist around like a frustrated old man. “I won’t stand for this character assasination.”

“Assas-na-tay-shunnn?” you ask, poking fun at the way his heavy, drunk tongue has massacred the word.

“‘Y’heard me.” he offers an exaggerated nod and crawls over to where you’re trying to pull yourself up.

“Help me into bed, wouldya, darling? Seem to have lost me legs.”

“Pirate Jake’s no fun.” you complain. “Where’s Oliver? I want Oliver.”

He gives up and sprawls out on the floor, limbs splayed out like he might be readying to make a snow angel. “S’just ‘cause you wanna fuck Oliver.”

“So?” No point in arguing. At last, you manage to haul yourself to your feet, steeling yourself against the bed. “C’mon up here and fuck me, Kiszka.”

“Sammy boy!” he snaps his fingers sloppily into the air. “Josh? Kelly? Hell, Ronnie? Anybody? The lady’s requested a Kizska.” he slurs his own last name adorably.

“Y’know which Kiska I want.” you nudge him in the ribs with your toe when he rolls closer to your feet.

“Help.” he says it softly, almost like he’s calling your name in his sleep the way he sometimes does.

“Oh no,” you lament. “This is going to be bad.”

He nods slowly in agreement, and thrusts his hand up at you.

It takes a ridiculous amount of time, but eventually you’re both stretched out across the mattress, loose limbs tangled together.

“Can I tell you something?” you whisper, unsure of whether he’s already passed out or not.

“Go on, darling.” he mumbles.

“You kinda smell like vomit.” you smile, though he can’t see you in the dark. It’s doubtful he could focus on you in the light, even if there was any to be seen.

“It’s a new cologne. French, you uncultured swine.”

“Did you jus’ call me a swine?” you ask with feigned shock.

“S’also french.” he slurs. “Means pretty.”

You roll over and straddle his lap gracelessly. “You smell terrible.” you run your hand through the tangled mess of his tresses. “And your hair is so gross. All knotted and sweaty. Speaking of sweat, you’re covered in it. Lookit yourself…” your fists curl into his wrinkled, stained shirt and then reach up, trying your hardest to brush the drenched locks, that stick to his face in ribbons, away. “Fuckin’ mess.”

“Be nice.” he ruts his hips up into you, but you feel nothing but softness.

“Never said I didn’t like it. I’ll fuck you just like this. I’ll fuck you all dirty and sloppy drunk…I don’t care.”

“Not the only one who’s drunk.” he points out lazily. “Look at your pretty tits falling out of your shirt and you didn’t even notice. Bad girl.”

“Why are you lookin’ at my tits, Jacob? Pervert.” you tease, yanking down on the scoop neck of your top to expose them totally.

“‘Cause I wanna put them in my mouth.” he says it matter-of-factly, like the answer should have been obvious.

“Do it then.” you challenge.

He lifts his weary head from the pillow and immediately drops it back down. “Bring them to me, will you, baby?”

You lean forward and he begins to suck at your right nipple with a messy, yet somehow delicate, technique…completely ignoring the left in a way he normally never would. Soon, his suckles begin to slow, drawing out gently…a baby drifting off at his mother’s breast.

“Jake…” you call softly.

His eyes laze open, slightly unfocused.

“Please, Jakey?” you need him so badly, but again, when you grind down into his lap…nothing.

“You’re gonna have to wake it up, darling.” he mumbles around the tightened tip of your breast. “Whiskey dick’s a bitch.”

“Goddamn you and Josh with your stupid drinking contests.” you snap, but it’s quiet and subdued, as you are also far too intoxicated to get properly worked up.

“Dinnit see you turnin’ anything down.” he points out, pawing at your hair as you wind a swerving path down his body.

It takes much too long for you to figure out how to operate his belt, and even longer to maneuver his button and zipper around…but finally, his cock rests, soft and sleeping, inches from your kiss.

“Dunno, Jakey…” you tease, licking along his length. “Seems like this pretty dick of yours doesn’t feel like coming out to play.”

“Shhh, put it in your mouth.” the demand rambles out of him as if it’s all one listless word.

He’s clammy and damp everywhere. Sweat beading and rolling down the expanse of his body. The scent of him, so just completely…Jake, is intensified ten-fold. It’s indecent and vulgar, salacious and improper, and it makes you love it even more. It makes you want it even more. You want to lick him clean…to swallow it all down as you nestle your face against him.

You ignore his cock and sink down further until the flat of your tongue can roam along his balls in a slow, savoring, stripe.

“Don’t, baby…” he protests with a shivering sigh. “M’all sweaty…you don’t have to-”

He quiets with a sharp hiss of breath when you suck one into your mouth, rolling it this way and that on your tongue with tender care.

You work him over thoroughly, sucking and licking every inch of him until he’s dripping wet, humming in pleasure, scratching at your scalp, purple marks blooming on the insides of his thighs…yet still– soft.

“‘Kay,” he wraps his hands around your shoulders and bestows a clumsy pat. “If I remember this in the morning, m’gonna pretend I don’t…but baby, it’s not happening.”

“Try.” you protest, sucking his soft, silken dick back into your mouth.

“Been trying, darling.” he sounds hopeless, and wasted…unbelievably wasted.

“But I want it.” you pout, sloppily lapping over his unresponsive tip. “C’mon and make me cum.”

His hand swats at your thigh with a uncoordinated flourish. “Come sit on Daddy’s face.” His words, slurred nearly beyond recognition or not, light a fire in your belly. Still, you argue, rightfully.

“You can’t even make your tongue work to form words, Jacob…” incidentally, neither can you. “How do you expect to get me off with it?”

“Know what?” he grabs for your shirt, misses, tries again, and then pulls you down close. “‘Bout tired of your smart mouth, little miss hot shit.”

“Bet Josh could get it up.” you tease, licking into his mouth. “Maybe I should go ask him to rail me into the couch. S’his cock s’pretty as his twin’s?”

“That’s fuckin’ it…” it tumbles out of him like he hasn’t even realized he’s spoken. “You wanna cock so bad? Grab it outta that fuckin’ drawer. Go on.”

You know what he means, but remain still all the same.

“Now, you fuckin’ cock slut. Move.” he’s still slurring to beat the band, but something hides behind his tone that makes you jump into drunken action, reaching forward to blindly search out the dildo hidden in your bedside drawer.

“Yeah,” he sounds so fucking smug. “Look at that…hurry up. I don’t have all night to fuck around with you.”

Your fingers curl around it and then, there you have it, held up and displayed between the two of you.

He snatches it out of your grip and thrusts it down beside his own cock. His first order comes, clipped and dark… “Lift your skirt.” His second, darker still, “Ride it.”

Without hesitation, you scramble around until the silicone head, smooth and still cool to the touch, is nudging at your soaked entrance. “Fuck it like it’s mine and you’re trying to make me cum. Do it.”

You slide down to the base, shuddering when his knuckles graze over your aching clit. “Aw’baby…” he stammers. “So greedy. Aren’t you sad that there won’t be any cum to fill this pretty hole of yours?”

“Fu– oh fuck…Jake…” You’re fucking yourself as best you can, unable to find a rhythm in your alcohol induced stupor.

“That’s it.” he watches you, but barely, blinking rapidly to regain his focus. “A whore…thatswhatyouare. Wretched whore…miserable little cunt always soaked n’ desperate. Tell me.”

“I am…” you nod urgently, feverishly searching for the right angle. “M’your whore.”

“Fucking vile...” he growls through his clenched teeth, “Can’t even wait for the real thing.”

Suddenly, he rips the cock out of you and before you can wrap your head around what’s happening, it’s landing, wet and heavy, against your stunned face in a revolting smack, before descending right back down to slip into your fluttering walls.

“Cum,you fucking slut...my filthy fuckin’ girl. Want it.” his tongue curls out as if he wants to lick your mouth, but you’re too far away.

Your hand drops to play with your clit, struggling to slip into the sweet, circling pace that is normally second nature. “Yeah, y’like that?” the way he sounds...sloppy, and barely there, is fucking with your head in the best way. “You like touching your pretty clit?”

“Mhmm…” you’re not sure how you’ve managed the tiny sound of confirmation, you feel a million miles away, and yet right beside him all at once. Without warning, the truth slips out before you can quiet the intrusive thought. “I hate that you’re still soft…makes me feel like you don’t want me.”

“Always want you, baby.” he hasn’t missed a beat, proving it’s the truth. “Told you, whiskey dick. You’re a fuckin’ wet dream…so hot. S’fuckin sexy.”

It’s inarticulate and less pragmatic than his reassurance would normally be, but unexpectedly, you love it all the more because of those things.

“C’mon you fuckin’ wet dream…pretty little cunt dripping all over me…cum for Daddy. Be a good girl…be a real good girl…”

His heavy lidded eyes are now trained unwaveringly between your legs, watching you work yourself over the dildo fisted in his hand as you stumble closer and closer to that blissful end you need so badly.

“Please…” you pant out, clutching at the shirt he’s still clad in, unbothered by the fact that it still bears the remnants of the dinner that drunkenly vacated his stomach.

“C’mon…” he coaxes softly, but it’s as though he’s spoken a thousand words…an opus of filthy encouragement lives in that tiny, slurred, verbal nudge.

“Jake…” it’s whiny, and drawn out. Shaking and hungry. So unlike yourself you scarcely recognize it…someone else might have stepped into the room momentarily to call his name for as foreign as it sounds.

“C’mon.” he repeats, thrusting the toy into you faster as you rock yourself down onto it. “Want it, baby. Wanna watch my sweet little thing cum. S’pretty.”

“More…” your nails curl into his soiled button up, and it’s a demand of only one word, but even in his state of intoxication, he understands. Praise…it’s what you want, what you need.

“Pretty baby…” he mumbles, fumbling around at your waist with his free hand. “That’s what you are. Beautiful…yeah, fuck…” he falters when you cry out and thrust against his hand harder. “Gorgeous little whore…all mine. Even when I can’t get it up. Still my fu- still my fuckin’ baby.”

Your head drops back, eyes gazing, unseeing, at the ceiling “Jake…” you breathe, it’s the only word you know right now “Jakejakejakejakejake fuck, please, Jake…”

You can’t see him, but you can feel his languid encouragement. He’s enjoying this, but in such a curious way, as though you could be a glass of cool lemonade he’s indulging in on a sweltering day. It’s odd to be on this solitary end of pleasure, but not unpleasant. In fact, you feel even hotter at the thought of it…taking what you want when what he wants doesn’t matter much at all. You shouldn’t love the selfishness of it as much as you do, but there it is, and it’s shoving at you, bullying you closer and closer toward the orgasm that is tugging away at the fringes of your being.

“Talk to me…” you gasp, desperate for his voice. The things he says, and the way he says them…so soft and velvety, slow and sensual, guiding you along like a beacon.

“And say what?” he pretends to mock you, but you pick up on the need in his tone right away. “How I know you need it bad? How that pussy’s making a mess of my hand?” he smacks at your face, owning you even though his movement is unskilled and messy. “Or maybe just that I love you? Love you s’much.”

Those words, that slurred, dragged out confession of adoration sends you crashing into the wall. The pleasure detonates within you, stealing your breath, leaving you unable to make a sound. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as your body grinds to a halt. He’s too far gone to manhandle you around enough to continue fucking the toy up into you, so he settles on spinning it inside as you cum hard above him.

“That’s my girl…” he murmurs…working you through it until you fall against him.

His hand cups the back of your head as he tugs the dildo out of you, dropping it to the floor without care. Within seconds, his breathing is deep and rhythmic…a quiet snore creeping in. It lulls you right alongside, and you slip into unconsciousness right there, wet and disheveled, curled over top of him.

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[slenderverse]

PLS I LOVE HEARINV ABT PPLS SPIDERSONAS!!!!

(explodes) ok uhm. uhm. GRABS HIM (well he uses he/she)

this is martin riley (born mary james riley yes this is important) and "his" spider name is spidershfiter :) he has DID but he's from 1976 so he has no clue what the fuck that is and nobody will tell him because MPD isn't even in the DSM until the 80s.

he was generally a kid who stayed by himself bc he spent all his time outside of school helping his mom out w the rooms that she rented out in their home (her dad was a mechanic and they were outside of town, so it was normal for someone who needed to get their car repaired to stay overnight etc etc) BUT he was best friends w a boy named peter parker :) peter called her MJ.

IM GONNA PUT STUFF UNDER THE CUT. UH. TW FOR CAR CRASHES/MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH/ ITS REALLY LONG SORRY IVE BEEN THINKING ABT THIS FOR WEEKS.

and then peter got bit. and riley found out about spiderman by complete accident! but he promised peter that he'd never tell a soul about it. so that went on for a couple months, with peter secretly acting as spiderman and riley being a big supporter of it but still dealing w his system & frequent loss of time etc etc

THEN. uh. there's a car accident. and peter dies, riley lives, and he doesn't quite know what to do with himself? but one of the thoughts in his head gets louder and louder demanding that he needs to be spiderman because without peter there IS no spiderman. nobody knows that spiderman is dead. riley does not want to be spiderman. but He Does:

nick forms as a trauma response to the crash. he wants to be spiderman. and goddammit he's gonna BE spiderman. so he starts to force himself to front and reverse-engineers all of the spider tech that peter was using to use for himself. and it works! he's able to be spiderman without having any powers, it's a miracle. but he's doing his best to hide it from riley. imagine hiding your secret identity from yourself.

meanwhile riley is going to college and getting an english degree. he picks up a job at his college library doing copyediting for other students. then someone from a big scientific organization comes over and is like "hey we need copyeditors. you're good at your job. c'mere." so he gets hired at alchemax, not for anything cool, just to copyedit people's papers/research/etc to make sure everything is clean and comprehensible.

that's when he meets jonathon ohnn :) who is a scientist as part of the budding space program but really his passion is alternate realities! he writes a lot. and riley keeps getting his papers. so eventually they decide to close the gap and start working one-on-one.

(i'm still debating what i want jon's backstory to be, my main thought is MAYBE Vietnamese family that immigrated? i don't know i gotta do more research on that)

they fall in love and start living together :) jon learns abt riley's system and tries to be as adaptable as he can towards it, which amazes riley bc he's never had someone in his life active acknowledge it.

THERES SOME EXTRA LORE ABT THE SPIDERS JUST KNOW FOR NOW THAT THERE ARE THREE WAVES OF SPIDERS. the original (bit peter) the spy (bit riley. spoilers oops) and the brute (bit eddie/venom and carnage bc aliens do not exist in my timeline but fucked up science does!)

riley gets bit when nick feels really bad about the "neglected" spiders and when trying to feed one gets bit. that gives them powers. the thing is w the spy powers is that a majority of them focus on stealth/reading people/etc. so like for example riley's webs are laced with a mild amount of hallucinogenics that it acts as a "truth serum" etc.

woahh now she's spiderman (SHE DOES NOT WANT TO BE SPIDERMAN.) nick is spiderman yayyy he likes being spiderman.

and uh! then jon dies. riley wasn't there. he was supposed to be at work that day but he called out. and he gets a phone call. jon's dead. he dies and it's never clear how he dies. his funeral is open casket and riley never gets full closure because his relationship w jon was never seen as what it actually was.

he stops fronting. nick starts fronting. nick is fronting for months. then an anomaly shows up in his dimension and he has to fight it, peter b shows up, is like "hey kid you need a part time job?" and nick's like YEAH I WANNA SEE THE OTHER SPIDER PEOPLE!!! PLEASE!!!! so into the multiverse they go!

but it had a strange reaction on riley and his system. basically, now, whoever fronts, the body shifts into (thus the name spidershifter).

(small image wip etc)

they get assigned on spy missions because all things consider, it's impossible for them to cause a paradox because nick/mickey/vanessa/etc do NOT exist in these universes! (but what about riley? you may ask. aren't there other rileys?)

here's the thing about riley: he is dead in most universes. he's a canon event. he's the uncle ben for johnathon (if he lives long enough to see him at all). he's supposed to be dead. why isn't he? because he became mj. so he's an outlier from a realistic timeline shift and he hates it. he hates it so much but. he tries to find jon in the universes that spidershifter is sent to spy on. he just wants to see him. talk to him, maybe.

the spot happens and uh why does he sound like his dead boyfriend. why does he remember him. why is he talking to him. Help. (my hc is that when 1610 jon became the spot, he fused with all other versions of him. there is no other jon. there is just him and he remembers all of them)

uhm and that's all i have rn bc that's where the movie ends and i dont want to go into detail talking abt specific alters or interactions w specific characters unless asked. bc this is already so much. im so sorry.

TL;DR: this is spidershifter vvvv

#answers #Anonymous #atsv #atsv spoilers #LONG POST #VERY VERY LONG POST IM INSANE #spidersona #martin riley

[susie-dreemurr]

My wishes for Season 3 of Dead End: Paranormal Park!

—This contains spoilers for both seasons. Also, please don’t spoil me with book content, I can’t read it 😭

•More Courtney lore. We still don’t know what she did to get banished, and the way she was initially dealt with, (memory loss, trapping her in the neutral plane) even for most of season 2, (kept on watch by fingers instead of being put with the other fallen, along with all the ominous “he has plans for you” that didn’t amount to shit) is very clearly shown to not be the normal procedure, and also the symmetrical broken halo….What Is Up With Them. After all the foreshadowing and hints, it’d be disappointing if they weren’t important in some way.

She’s shown to have a lot of self-loathing, especially about her internalized prejudice against her species (Plural. Bc her situation is…complicated, now 😅) . Maybe, while/since her friends won’t be around as often, she decides to investigate her past, something spurred on by talking with the other Fallen Angels and realizing how different her experience is. This could be an opportunity to explore the angels, as well.

•Please, for the love of all that is good in this world, no more time travel. At all. we as a society have moved past the need to time travel. You kind of have to refer to the past events but don’t make any character time travel anymore please 😭

•Norma being a bit of an anti-villain, at least for a while, due to the season two ending. Alongside that, I need some shenanigans of the Zagan, Norma and Temelechus possible trio because hello???? Iconic potential???? It’d also be a good opportunity to give Zagan more depth, she needs it.

•Norma’s autism gets at least name-dropped. Please… for me 🥺🥺🥺? Especially if she has a tiny plot where her feeling like her mom treats her like a little kid is actually addressed because, oof. It’s relatable to a lot of us!

•Aro Badyah!!! Based on this clip. There aren’t many aro characters, especially ones who have it dealt with in the actual show, it’d be so important to me. Especially because Badyah thinking she has to be straight because so much of our world revolves around romance that you can’t escape it, it’s everywhere. I headcannon she can find people attractive and mistakes that for romantic feelings.

•So far, Barney seems like the kind of character who had all their development/arc in season one, so he’s stuck as static for the rest of the show. However! The show can save this!!! His relation to Pugsley is something that will spark a change in his behavior. His feelings of grief and (implied) survivor’s guilt gotta have some focus, even if the show keeps a lighthearted tone. However, while he shouldn’t find out in the first episodes, Barney definitely needs to be majorly involved in Pugsley’s thing. Which, speaking of….

•Whatever tf Pugsley’s got going on….not gonna lie, I have no idea for what and how it’ll happen, except that I hope it’s creepy and that it brings him back. Also, as mentioned before, Barney has to be majorly involved in it.

•The main gang feels a bit separated (Norma’s revenge alliance with the demons, Barney and Logs traveling, Pusgley’s wtf credits, my Courtney suggestion) in the ending, lean into that. Of course, they still hang out, but it’d showcase the big negative impacts the finale had on the cast, while exploring the quadruple’s writing on their own more. Near the climax, all their storylines would combine, and that could be sooo cool!!!

•Clone Courtney was, from what I remember, missing from the prison break out. Not even a single backround shot, when we gave the other two clones some time to shine! Plus, didn’t you find it off that they just put Courtney in the F.A.P after all the ominous “He has plans for you” talk? Well. I need me some stuff about that.

Sorry for rambling, haha! Thinking of the great potential of season three keeps me from disliking the ending, lmao.

#dead end paranormal park #de:pp #dead end courtney #Courtney dead end #badyah hassan #norma khan #what’s the tag for the opposite twins. #if u don’t want this in character tags tell me bc I think it fits #dead end spoilers #mine #theories #de:pp spoilers #long post

[triviareads]

ARC Review of Sinfully Tempted by Kathleen Ayers

Summary:

After being caught in a compromising position with the Duke of Ware, Lady Tamsin Sinclair manages to cling onto what remains of her reputation by agreeing to fake a a short-term relationship with duke. She and Ware will pretend theirs is an intellectual attachment for a few weeks to quiet the gossips, but to her surprise, she begins to fall for the duke...

My review:

I had a lot of fun with this book; Kathleen Ayers loves to write characters with interesting jobs or hobbies, and in this case, the hero, Ware, is an amateur entomologist. As someone who is squeamish around bugs, I thought I'd find it gross or weird, but it actually works! And what more, it works on a romance level— like, Tamsin and Ware's first meeting involves him trying to get a moth off her bare knee without telling he what's going on so she's punching him repeatedly (and then he kisses her thigh?!? bear in mind this is their FIRST MEETING) and they're caught in a compromising position which results in the sham "attachment" they both need to play up to save Tamsin's reputation (and more importantly for Tamsin, save her sister's reputation by proxy). And there's a lot of sly innuendo applied throughout the book related to bugs, and even some pretty damn romantic lines later on. Basically, when Kathleen writes an MC with a hobby, she goes all in.

And here's the thing about Ware: for all that Kathleen (and Tamsin) goes off about how big and awkward he is (sidenote: Ware isn't explicitly written as fat/plus-sized, but he is described as big and has think thighs and a soft stomach), he's actually a REALLY attractive man and when it hits you, it hits. He'll be nattering on about bugs and Tamsin will be snarking about how his hobby involves pinning dead insects into displays and then suddenly he's like "perhaps I'll pin you one day". That single-minded focus he brings to all things really pays off for Tamsin. As for Tamsin, she's an older (well, she's 26 but she's been through it, life-wise), jaded heroine, but she hasn't let society tamp down her spirit. That being said, a lot of the plot is her feeling like she's too improper to be a duchess (her mother was an actress) so she pushes away Ware for a considerable amount of the story until she can't anymore.

The sex:

I really wish there were more sex scenes in this book because what we got was excellent. I will say though, maybe there was merit to them holding off until closer to the end because Tamsin basically had to become half-crazed with longing (to the point where she was driven to drink) in order to admit to herself that she wanted Ware. Here's what I enjoyed most:

a) We love men who attempt to stifle their erection by reciting the Latin names for various insects

b) There was an over-the-clothes stuff moment where Ware is all "we're MORE than a fling bby" and that's always an enjoyable moment for me

c) If you're a fan of the gazebo scene in Bridgerton season 2, you'll love their garden sex scene which had big "don't stop" vibes AND unlike Kate and Anthony, they actually woke up together after falling asleep outside

d) Speaking of Kate and Anthony, there's SNIFFING

e) There is some half-virgin hero rep as well a heroine who is not a virgin

f) The greatest moment might be when he rips her drawers off her and puts them in his pocket while going "you won't be needing these anymore" and then in a scene WE WERE NOT SHOWN, it's insinuated he basically deposited them on her brother's desk and went "well I guess I gotta marry her now". Frankly, this is the one place I felt cheated.

Overall:

I'd recommend this book to any historical romance reader. It has a lot of heart, banter, and a great romance with solid sex scenes, and I look forward to reading the next book in The Five Deadly Sins series.

Thank you to Dragonblade Publishing and NetGalley for the ARC in exchange for my review.

#netgalley #arc review #arc #kathleen ayers #historical romance #Dragonblade Publishing #romance novels

[kingdicemrwheezyflowertor]

Okay People! I need to talk about my Crushes for One piece while I’m still awake before a nap.

I have loved One Piece since Middle school and I don’t plan on ever forgetting it again. I forgot because other fandoms came into my life and those became my focus.

NOT THIS TIME!!! I got things to show ya. If some of you follow my Tiktok then you would have seen these by now, if not; HAVE FUN!!!

I’m gonna show in drawings my One Piece “Big Boys” crushes!!

SPOILER WARNING FOR THE ANIME AND MANGA!!!!

First up: Admiral Fujitora and Usopp!

Usopp was my first Crush from One Piece and I don’t think that has ever changed for me as of Recently. I love his sudden body change for the 2 years later and how fucking tough he gets! He can still be a liar and a coward but I love him!

Fujitora became a crush after seeing him show up in the Dressrosa arc; I will admit, I like the Purple outfit and I felt bad that he blinded himself! To be honest, I drew a Mr Men character in Fujitora’s outfit as a Halloween costume and it persuaded me back into One Piece.

Next up!!

Hatchan; Aka Hachi and Jinbei!!

Hachi is a really sweet Octopus man who has been through a lot of Physical damage in the show. He’s kinda got a heart of gold and has been in the wrong crowd but he is and always will be a good Octopus.

Now for Jinbei: He is my Second Crush and I gotta admit; This man is tough! He knows Fishman karate; He helps Luffy when it came to Ace; He tries to put Arlong in his place when they were younger and He cares about everyone of his friends/Crew members he’s had over the years.

And Finally; The Last one.

PRINCE FUKABOSHI HIMSELF!!!!

Where do I BEGIN!? This Merman is the eldest of his siblings; Was heavily affected by his mother’s Death; Tried to continue her wish after she died but he got distracted with other things, Fought alongside Luffy and the Strawhats; You name it!!

This Prince has been through so much hell and it’s very Bizarre that he’s able to hold things together even after seeing his mom die; His father nearly executed; Hordy telling him the truth about why he’s lashing out in a way and after getting wounded so much that he could have lost quarts amounts of blood just to help Fishman island!

I may have more but I’ll talk about those later. I recommend watching One piece; It’s amazing!

If you guys have questions on certain characters I like from One Piece; Send it to me in my Inbox and I’ll answer honestly,

#my art #one piece #one piece fukaboshi #one piece jinbei #one piece hachi #one piece usopp #one piece fujitora #fukaboshi #jinbei #hatchan #hachi #usopp #fujitora

[superfishuniversityeagle]

THE PROFESSOR (Hypnosis Story)

Molly had heard that her psych teacher was a great teacher. Everybody had told her that his class was a must. Her good friend Kayla had told her that she had to take his class. As a freshman at San Diego State, Molly was a little nervous about taking a class with kids of all grade levels but Kayla told her not to worry. She had recommended her for the class to the teacher and he said she would be accepted. Still Molly had her reservations. She had heard that this class was amazing but naturally she had some nerves. Her new class was set to begin in the morning.

Day one

Molly looked at herself in the mirror before she left for school.

“Molly you look so hot” said Kayla.

“Thank you, gotta look good for the first day”

“You are going to love your psych class”

“Yeah everybody keeps saying that, what makes him so special?”

“He is so smart and helpful, I learned a lot!”

“Ok if you say so,” Molly said with a chuckle “We’ll I’m off, see you later Kayla”

“Ok see you”

Molly entered the psych classroom. As she sat down she scanned the room to see her classmates. There was small amount of students in the room, but what really caught mollys attention was the amount of hot girls who were in the class. There were a few boys but every girl in the class was at least a solid 9. Molly thought it strange at first but she brushed it off. She heard a door open and she looked up at the famed professor. He was a below average looking guy who looked to be about in his 60s. He wasn’t ugly but he certainly wasn’t special. He looked up at the class and said, “Good morning I am your professor.”

“How was your psych class” said Kayla

“It was fine he seems nice”

“Yes I know you’re going to love it”

“Yeah, hey did you notice a lot of pretty girls when you took his class?”

“Uh yeah I guess so why”

“Oh nothing there was just a ton of really pretty girls in the class”

“Well I guess I never noticed”

“Yeah It’s no big deal, I’m sure the class will be great”

The meetings

“So before we start diving into material I like to have a one on one meeting with each student just so I can build some rapport. So I am going to be posting a sign up sheet for meetings with me after class hours. Find a time that works for you on the sign up sheet and we will meet at that time. Thank you. Now let’s begin.”

Molly took a look at the sign up sheet. Under the slot Thursday at 4pm she put in her name.

Thursday

Molly looked at herself in the mirror before she left for her meeting. She wanted to look good so she could make a positive first impression with her professor. Not that she really needed much to bring out her beauty but she still wanted to look nice.

Molly arrived at the professors office at 3:56. His door was open so she knocked on it. The professor looked up and smiled.

“Hello, Molly right? Come on in.”

Molly smiled and shook the professors hand as she walked in.

“Go ahead and have a seat.”

Molly sat down and looked around. The room was pretty bland, really the only thing in their besides his desk was a good sized couch.

“So how are your classes so far.”

“Ok, still early you know.”

“Yes of course. So I just wanted to have a short meeting just to kind of talk about the class and to break the ice a little bit. I like to do this since my class isn’t too big…”

The professor and Molly talked about various things for a little while. Molly was pleased. Her professor seemed like a cool guy who would be very understanding throughout the year. After they were done talking Molly and the professor stood up to say their goodbyes. The professor stuck out his hand and as Molly went to shake it, the professor did something very strange. In a swift motion he grabbed Mollys hand with his left hand and brought it up so her palm was facing her face. He then began to speak strange words to Molly.

“Just focus on your hand. Let your eyes focus totally and completely on the palm of your hand as you feel a wave of relaxation spreading throughout your entire body.” Then in one smooth motion the professor pushed Molly’s palm down to her face while pushing her head forward with his other hand. All while authoritatively saying, “Sleep.” Molly’s head fell forward as she fell into a trance.

Molly’s point of view

As Molly went to shake the professors hand, he did something very strange. The next thing she knew she was looking at the palm of her hand and the professor was speaking to her. Molly was too stunned to even register what was going on. When she heard the word sleep all she felt was herself falling and her body relaxing. What happened next was all a blur. All she knew was that she was in a deep peaceful sleep.

“Alright thank you for coming in Molly.” Molly woke with a start and stared at the professor. The professor reached out his hand and Molly went to shake it.

“Thank you professor.” Molly said with a smile. She turned to walk out of the office. As she left she couldn’t help but notice how incredibly relaxed and refreshed she felt.

The programming sessions

“Molly can I speak to you in my office after class.”

“Sure.”

After class Molly knocked on the professors door.

“Ah hello Molly, please come in and have a seat.”

Molly took a seat in the chair.

“So I just wanted to chat with you real quick about your first test.”

“Oh ok, is something wrong?”

“Oh no, everything is fine…”

After the meeting the professor put his hand out to Molly. Molly went to shake it but the next thing she knew she was falling.

Molly awoke with a start.

“Thank you for coming in Molly.” The professor said with his hand outstretched. Molly shook his hand and turned to leave. Once again she couldn’t help but notice how amazing she felt.

For the next few weeks Molly met with her professor to discuss her progress in the class. Molly thought it was weird that the professor wanted to meet with her so often but somehow it didn’t bother her. Plus the professor was meeting with all of the other students as well.

On a Friday after class the professor asked to meet Molly again. When she entered the room she sat down in the chair she normally sat in.

“Hello Molly. Excited for the weekend?”

“Oh yeah I’m actually planning on going to a few parties so it should be fun.”

“Great, so I just wanted to tell you to…” SNAP …sleep.”

Molly felt her entire body fall into a deep sleep.

“Now Molly you will accept anything and everything I tell you without question. Do you understand?”

“Yes professor.”

Pleasure

It was Friday night and Molly was super excited about her date with her professor. He had asked to take her to dinner on Thursday to discuss class and she immediately said yes. After being in his class for a while Molly was beginning to develop a bit of a crush on her professor. She knew her professor wanted to discuss class at dinner but Molly would not mind if things got a little bit more intimate. So to be safe she wanted to make herself look really good. She wanted her professor to be floored by how good she looked so that maybe they could discuss more than just class this time. As she looked at herself in the mirror she was satisfied with her appearance. She turned to head for the door, excited like never before to go on a date with her professor.

After dinner, as Molly and the professor were walking to his car the professor turned to Molly and said, “I had a great time tonight Molly.”

“Me too, thank you so much for dinner.”

“So, I thought it might be fun to have a night cap at my place. What do you think?”

Molly’s heart leapt out of her chest. It was happening! Her professor was asking her to come to his house and not just his office!

“That sounds great!”

Molly turned to look around the professors house. It was huge! Not to mention it was right on the ocean. The professor walked in with two drinks in his hand.

“So how do you like the house?”

“It’s amazing! I can’t believe you live here.”

“Thank you. So you won’t mind spending some more time here?”

“Oh no not at all.” Molly said with a smile.

“Great, oh and Molly.”

“Yes?”

SNAP “Sleep.”

The cycle

“I’m telling you Emily you have to take this class.” Molly was speaking to her younger sister Emily who was an incoming freshman at San Diego State.

“Why? I don’t even like psych.”

“I know but this class is amazing. I had so much fun in it last year and the professor is awesome. In fact I still hang out with him sometimes.”

“I don’t know, I just don’t have any interest in psych.”

“I’ll tell you what, just take this class next year and if you hate it I’ll never recommend anything to you ever again.”

“Wow you really love this class don’t you?”

“Yes and I know you will too.”

“Ok, I guess I’ll give it a try.”

The professor heard a knock on his door. As he looked up, he saw the girl he had been eyeing ever since she joined his class. Her sister Molly was one of his favorites and every time they got together was very very pleasurable. Now he was very excited to get to “teach” Emily as well.

“Thank you for coming in Emily. Please have a seat.”

[boozuru]

Ghostic - Haunted 3

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(NOT JP PROOFED)

Season: Autumn

Yuzuru: Hmm. If I remember correctly, the switch should be around-

...? How strange. Even though I pressed the switch, the lights aren't coming on.

Even though it worked just fine during the daytime... Is there some instability with the power supply still?

I'll use my phone to light the way. It isn't much, but it should be enough to get around.

There we go. I feel more confident now. Young Master was around here during the daytime, if I'm not mistaken...

...?

This sound - is it Young Master's ringtone?

Ah, found it. So this is where he left it. Great timing with that phone call just now.

...Actually, he doesn't normally receive calls this late, does he. If it was job related, it should go through me or Eichi-sama-

...!? Dozens of missed calls from a hidden number...!

Who in the world is making these calls?

I suppose it could be someone from fine attempting to make the phone easier to find.

But if that's the case, it should be through a number that is added in his contact book, thus displaying the name of the caller. It would be out of character for any of them to call through a hidden number just to scare me.

So does that mean... a prank call?

My apologies, Young Master. I will have to borrow your phone to call this mischief maker to find out who it is...!

...

......

No one is picking up.

Someone we don't know has Young Master's phone number... I'll have to persuade him to get a new number later.

Regardless, my mission is now complete. I'll have to get up early tomorrow, so it's best that I get going now.

(That was incredibly strange.)

(I checked the breaker panel before leaving, but all seemed to be just fine.)

(Is it really possible that the lights didn't come on just when I came in...? Is such pinpoint timing even possible...?)

(Surely not. When Ayase-sama spoke of the building's "repulsive feel", the chances of it being from him having an actual spiritual connection to a ghost-)

(No, it can't be. Things not proven by science do not exist.)

(In a society filled with uncertainties, it's possible for phenomena that distort the laws of physical laws to materialize suddenly in one's life-)

...Hgh. Watch out!

I didn't even notice that a bicycle got close to me. I was careless for not paying attention to the road...

I suppose strange ghost stories are haunting my mind now. I should forget about what happened today.

Yuzuru: Hello Young Master, I'm back.

Tori: Ah, welcome back~! Yuzuru! Did you find my phone?

Yuzuru: I did. It was hard to spot, but I got it back without a hitch.

Tori: Yup, this is why you're my butler!

Thanks for going out of your way to get it back! It's because of you that I could focus on having dinner and preparing for tomorrow.

You must be tired too, Yuzuru. You're free to rest now.

From tomorrow onwards, we are gonna focus on ES Halloween activities. It won't leave us with much free time, but we gotta put our best foot forward ♪

Yuzuru: Fufu. You're very motivated I see, Young Master. I will do all I can with you to make the day even more exciting.

Yuzuru: (Phew. Since I got to see Young Master's smile, I will consider this day a good one.)

(Even if there were many mysterious bumps along the way, I wouldn't say any of them turned out to be a big problem.)

(Considering the amount of mystery calls today, everything should be fine so long as I keep an eye on Young Master-)

Yuzuru: ?

Tori: Woah, hold on? A blackout?

Wah- Who-ho-hoah? Ah, sorry Yuzuru! I think I knocked over a glass!

Yuzuru: Young Master, you're at risk right now so please do not take another step!

Tori: B-but... Ugh, what's going on~!?

Yuzuru: (Curses, another electricity issue with no known cause..! Why in the world is this happening?)

(Could it really be so that the ES Haunted House is infested with an actual ghost-)

Yuzuru: ...Oh. Seems like the electricity works again.

I'm glad that it ended as quickly as it began. I will clean up the broken glass, so please take a seat on the sofa.

Tori: Ugh... That was so scary~!

Tori: Are we actually being haunted by a real ghost since we built a haunted house?

Yuzuru: ...No. Of course not, it's absolutely impossible. If anything, it's just many well-timed coincidences.

Tori: Really...? Going to an exorcist might be better...

Yuzuru: Please don't worry, Young Master. No matter what happens, I will be with you.

Tori: Y-yeah... Everything should be fine then. If something really happens, don't leave from my side!

Yuzuru: (Phew. I got Young Master to calm down.)

(Listen well, me. I'm the Young Master's butler; if I get overwhelmed by uncertainty, then what!?)

(There's no such thing as ghosts. No matter what happens, I'll make sure to stay calm...!)

#ghostic

[perfectlysunny02]

Chapter Three

Somehow the one bruise had spread into multiple bruises up and down her spine, and the only thing Steve seemed to be able to do was stare in horror.

“Hey Stevie you guys ready? Her appointment is in an hour. Oh my god. What the fuck happened?”

Steve didn’t have the energy to chastise him, his mind only able to focus on his daughter’s back and the way she was leaning into him heavily.

“D-Darling,” Steve cleared his throat, trying to sound calm as to not alarm his daughter. “Darling, does your back hurt?”

Evianna shook her head before slightly reaching for Eddie.

“Up Dad?” Eddie winced as he gently picked her up, worried he would hurt her.

“Stevie-“ Eddie began, Steve cutting him off as he stood up.

“No. Eddie just don’t. Not here. Not in front of our girl.” Steve felt like her bedroom walls were closing in on him and he had to leave. He couldn’t be her parent if he felt this panicked. He just needed a moment. “Here’s the shirt she wanted to wear, I just-I need a moment. I’ll be downstairs.”

Steve was unsure how he got downstairs, his lungs seeming to burn. There was no denying it now. There was definitely something wrong with their girl, and Steve didn’t know how to cope as his mind went to worst case scenarios. Whatever this was it wasn’t good. His girl was exhausted, and there was no way her back didn’t hurt with the amount of bruises she had.

Oh god, it felt like he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t…

“Stevie.” Eddie saying his name finally cut through the ringing of his ears. “Steve, baby, you gotta breathe.”

“Eddie?” He muttered. “W-where’s-“

“Evi is watching cartoons, okay, she’s okay. I’m worried about you right now. You need to breathe.”

“Her back has to hurt, it has too. They’re gonna think we abused her, they’re gonna take our daughter away.”

“No Stevie,” Eddie said. “They won’t. It’ll be okay, take a deep breath.”

Steve dragged in a breath and his lungs could’ve cried with relief.

“That’s it baby,” Eddie rubbed his back. “That’s it baby, you’re okay. She’s okay. We’re okay. Everyone’s okay.”

Steve nodded, trying to convince himself of Eddie’s words.

“You good? Yeah? Come on. Her appointments soon.”

An hour later, and Steve was back in the same place of panic he was this morning, barely able to hear the doctor of the ringing in his ears, his hold tightening on his sleeping daughter.

“Oncologist?” He was barely aware of Eddie asking incredulously. “But that’s like…”

“Cancer,” Steve whispered, before slightly raising his voice. “It’s like cancer Eddie.”

“No,” Eddie said, and for the first time all day, Steve could hear the panic waver in his voice. “Are you saying our daughter has cancer?”

The doctor, Steve had already forgotten her name to be honest, sighed sympathetically.

“Yes. I’m sorry that must be hard to hear, but I’m saying Evianna’s white blood cells are extremely high, the bruises are a big indicator, and you’ve said so yourself, she’s exhausted. I’m sorry Mr. and Mr. Munson-Harrington, your daughter has Leukemia.”

And with that one simple word, Leukima, Steve’s entire world shattered.

#stranger things #steddie has a child #steve harrington fanfiction #eddie munson #steddie has a sick child #modern au #stranger things fanfiction

[fortunescaling]

1, 3 and 12 :)

What made you pick the character?

I’ve always had an interest in the Quincy since their introduction with Uryuu. I felt very intrigued by their implied grim backstory, the stark contrast in their rather straightforward power to the more intricate Shinigami’s, Uryuu’s strong pride in his heritage, the clashing stances in his family...

When TYBW got out, I originally had a bit of a hard time connecting with the Quincy as individuals as they did not get a lot of focus, in terms of backstory or build up. But Jugram’s backstory absolutely won me over. I never expected him to turn into such a compelling character. 

I generally lean towards writing characters who have a very different mindset to mine, who offers compelling, relatable flaws and nuanced to work with. All the better if they come from a complex world/ in-story culture or sub group that gives me a variety of theme to explore; characters’ environment actually plays a pretty big role in whom I pick to write. Jugram fit the bill in all of my criteria. The more I explore his character the more I find interesting elements. 

What’s the best thing about the show/series/books/comics/etc.?

The world building. I think Kubo did a remarkable job at building such a rich, complex and nuance world, where even the characters are little words of their own and every detail, up to the characters’ names (which are usually the bane of a lot of writers’ existence lol), is carefully thought out. On top of the many reflections its nuance offers to the audience, where nothing is at it seems and twists in surprising way. 

I believe that’s what makes Bleach so immersive for us fans and readers; at the same time an aspect of Bleach Kubo really doesn’t get enough credit for as an author, in my opinion. He’s obviously done a lot of research on a variety of topics and references, is very knowlegeable, and must have spent an equally tremendous amount of energy to turn it into a story and make all fit together. Many fans even gladly forgive him for the rather frustrating learning curve and other story flaws. I think it says something. 

 It’s pretty rare to find authors who are both proficient at world building as well as writing compelling characters and stories, even though Bleach has a great many flaws, gotta give credit where it’s due. 

What would you say is the most unique trait about your character?

This one is a tad difficult to answer, because I’m not sure if there is such a thing as a unique trait? But one element I found pretty unique about him is how Kubo managed to write a passive character in a way that felt both interesting and intriguing, twisting & playing around the theme of the wheel fortune. 

Jugram, through the arc, never really make active or impactful decisions or choices that stems from an strong individual will. At the beginning, he doesn’t do much but follow Yhwach and wherever the plot drives him. 

When he gets more focused, when his backstory is revealed, most of his meaningful choices look more of the result of circumstances, the odds playing against or in his favors, than active choices of his own; I doubt a kid could have said no to a Quincy god when told he’ll be his right-hand man, then when Bazz confronts him it’s clear he doesn’t want to fight him, in fact, never had any intent in it. And so on. 

Characters who are not active in a given story, never make choices or decisions that impact their characters or the plot in meaningful ways, rather get carried by the plot than carry it themselves, can quickly fall as boring and irritating. Which is how I actually felt with him at the beginning. Prior to his back story, that’s exactly how I felt about him. 

Yet I found Kubo managed to twist it in a pretty clever way. In spite of very much disliking the As I Lay On My Deathbed Grand Tirade trope, I absolute love the irony of Jugram’s death monologue about making meaningful choices and considering the significant impact said choices can have on your life. 

#bisakel #ty for sending my friend ! #didn't expect i'd dwell in such details but here i go

[bell-arina271]

Day 17 of Building Elsa’s Ice Palace

I can't mention my friend by name because I want to respect his privacy, but honestly he's been a godsend during this time. He lets me talk about all this nonsense as I go lol.

So I finally looked up the rental laws in my area, and honestly it doesn’t seem complicated. Pretty straight forward and simple, which is great for my limited brain capacity lol. I thought I hit a snag in the airbnb front, but I double checked the requirements and I should still pass just fine. Worst case scenario I can just rent out the place.

As much as I hate to admit it (I always do) my mother is right about one thing: I’m thinking too big too fast. I have to start small with what I can afford and work my way up. I think I’ll go ahead and get the permit for airbnb just in case for later, but I’ll stick with a roommate for now just to keep things simple. The truth is I may end up traveling and leaving the house for a while, so I can’t realistically airbnb it repeatedly while I’m away. Also, I really want to try to stop living in debt and start living within my means, so I want to try to buy the furniture for the house bit by bit, instead of all at once and biting off a chunk of debt I can’t pay down. (Because let’s face it, who knows if my business endeavor would even be successful?)

I’m wondering if I can look into flipping houses. Trying to fix up an old and dilapidated house is a lot of physical labor, and looks terrible if you don’t do it right, but it does give me the quickest payout in the least amount of time, and I can be pretty handy if need be. And lo and behold, there’s different types of loans for flipping houses too (besides the usual 15-30 year mortgage, I mean. Watch my blog turn into a real estate blog lol.)

And just to address it because I know some people will be concerned: I’m not talking about taking affordable housing from people who would otherwise need it. I’m talking about houses that have missing walls or floorboards or broken windows that make the place basically unsafe and uninhabitable. Houses that no one can really live in.

I’ve calculated some of the properties in my area: if I can flip at least four properties with a decent payout I’d have enough for the down payment for a quadriplex. Or just four properties and then rent them out. Either way I’d get enough supplemental income to support me while I focus on other income endeavors. Like my life coaching business… which I should really get on and start up… -_-’

This actually could be pretty fun. I'll try to get settled into the house, find a roommate, focus on getting my life coach business built up, then start streaming my home improvement mishaps. Tumblr Live's gotta be good for something, right?

#elsa #frozen #disney #blogging #real estate #elsas real ice palace

[ghostgirlgeist]

ʇ s ı ǝ ɓ s ı l l ʎ ɥ d

phyllis geist is based on phantasma from scooby-doo and the ghoul school. she is a 23 year old ghost, librarian, and uses she/her pronouns. she has the power of head spinning, invisibility, psychokinesis and floating.  

penned by HARPER　

reflection

face claim: madelyn cline sexuality: bicurious height: 5'4 eye color: blue hair color: blonde piercings: n/a tattoos: n/a

attitude

positive traits: bold, chatterbox, always laughing, quirky, extroverted, spontaneous, social butterfly, whimsical negative traits: morbid, oversensitive, inhibited, uncommunicative, struggles to accept her phantom-hood, assumes the grass is greener on the other side likes: crystals, reading fantasy novels, her ghoul friends, the color blue, small animals, late night fly-sessions, spooking humans, music in all forms, scary movies, big sweaters, dead flowers, thunderstorms, tarot cards dislikes: people being afraid of her when she ISN'T trying to scare them, finding clothes, the dark, the calloway cadettes, phobias: n/a hobbies: visiting the funeral parlor, hanging out with her ghoul friends, hiding in the library to read after hours, leaving little trinkets and 'haunts' for her friends to find, composing music, watching dogs in the park and wishing she could pet them, hacking the arcade machines at pizza planet. aesthetic: the smell of drying flowers, goosebumps rising on your skin, the feeling of silk, laughter that echoes in an empty hallway, the sound of an orchestra swelling in volume, the feeling of a soft sweater, the smell of incense, the glow of the moon at night, the sound of creaking floorboards when you're home alone.

relations

mother: a human, name and origins unknown. father:  the phantom sibling(s): n/a pet(s): boo ( a grey kitten )

headcanons

† the small shiver you get when you think you’re all alone, but you can just tell there is someone else in the room with you. † phyllis is all too familiar with stinging cheeks that have been drawn up for too long due to being unable to stop smiling. she loves smiling. she smiles every morning in the mirror (even though she can't see herself in it ) to ensure she starts her day off on a positive note.  † she often gets really, really loud- ESPECIALLY when she is talking about something she is passionate or excited about- part of it unintentional, part of it to subconsciously make up for the space she can’t physically take up. † big chunky sweaters with embroidered sleeves and the initials P.G. hand-stitched into the hem with thick, white yarn. † she found a small kitten that had been left to pass and named him ‘boo’ due to the spook he gave her when she came across him by a dumpster. she always knew animals had spirits, too. † the sound of an organ playing frighteningly morbid and borderline-depressing music, but each song accompanied by a bright, cheerful and effervescent “oh my god, YES!” after they finish. † sharpie tattoos, wild hairdos, and obnoxiously large white boots that are always pristine because they never actually touch the ground. † phyllis couldn’t count on both hands the amounts of times her boss thought she had flaked on a shift… when she was actually right there, buried in a book with such intense focus she hadn’t even noticed she had gone transparent. † using tarot card readings as a love language accompanied by the littering of shelves in her friends homes with little crystals and spiritual memorabilia; “you gotta keep your vibes up!” † getting super offended by people thinking they need a ouiji board to talk to her and persistently insisting that they’re just a way ghosts play pranks on living people. † phyllis always wondered what life would have been like if she had gotten to experience it... well, alive. it's hard living in a world that you are tethered too but can't completely interact with. it's hard on her, but she's trying her best to manage. a feat easier said than done.

#& intro