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tricitymonsters · 3 months

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I ask of some serotonin crumbs of any kind for depression is bad and sensory overload has ruined my day. Thanks

My serotonin crumbs of the day are: Marcel Lore-nuggets

He's 20 and about to start his junior semester at university

He was admitted as a business major but changed right away to sports management, he doesn't take it super seriously though

Chronically laid back

Has good grades but isn't an honors student, keeps his minimum gpa to stay in the sports programs

His coaches always hate his lackadaisical ways and are always waiting for him to fuck up so they can say "i told you so". Good thing Marcel never fucks up (at least they never catch him)

stereotypical jock but friendly and not clique-ish, usually has friends from all kinds of social groups.

Currently being scouted by a bunch of frats but he's not really interested (some of them are very pushy)

Drives a soft top Kia Sportage but wishes he had a Cadillac. (He's been driving the kia since he got his license, Akello said sorry you get what's cheap and reliable, you can buy your own fancy car)

Screams (like legit screams) at scary movies and games, absolutely shit at staying calm during jumpscares or chase scenes

Worked at Domino's Legally Distinct Cheap Fast Food Pizza Place though high school. Can make a mean pizza at home but sucks at cooking otherwise.

As a child was a wet sock of a momma's boy. Had night terrors as a young kid that sorta contributed to mild/moderate anxiety symptoms

Didn't understand that Littlefoot's mom died in the Land Before Time, had to have the plot explained to him. Was traumatized.

Got his fourth grade teacher to let the class watch Watership Down, traumatized about 30 kids.

Advanced talent for pranks, mischief, and general hooliganry and getting away with it.

Is determined to bring crop tops on men back in style.

Refuses to change barbershops after going to the same one most of his life, still drives home from college to get his hair taken care of when he needs.

Good with kids but unfortunately they will Pick Up Things from him.

Insists he would survive a Saw game scenario, everyone else insists inevitably gets killed because he can't shut up when he's scared.

is INCREDIBLY confident in himself. Not offensively cocky, but will pick the wrong answer in trivia and argue about it even if everyone insists he's wrong.

Along that vein, Marcel believes in failing fast so he can move on to his next success. If you gotta suck or make a mistake just get it over with.

Philly Cheesesteaks are his cheat day weakness but he's a gluttonous beast for his mom's cooking- esp homey things like cassaroles and other comfort foods.

Worst crime he ever committed was locking a camp bully in a port-o-potty overnight. No one ever fessed up to the crime and thus he was never caught.

#thank you for asking!#marcel #i hope this is a sufficient distraction anon sensory issues are a bitch and half

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sometimesijustfeellikescreaming · 3 months

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Give Me Wings to Fly (1/?)

Ao3 / - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

When Bucky met “Gale,” this shy, quiet man with a spark of something more in his eyes, he couldn’t help himself. He was always the impulsive type in every part of his life, so why should jumping headfirst into the most rewarding friendship he’d ever had be any different?

Calling Gale “Buck” had been the first unconscious test of what could be between them. So, maybe the other man reminded Bucky of someone back home with nearly his same name. If it hadn’t been that, it surely would have been something else. Would Gale let him push him this way, was the question. What would the quiet man let him get away with? Was there a point where he would break? Pushing boundaries wasn’t a conscious decision on Gale’s part, but rather some leftover defense mechanism from his life before all this, something he never grew out of — intrinsic to who he was.

When Gale didn’t put up any more of a fight than a roll of the eyes and exasperated confusion at Bucky’s antics, Bucky instinctually relaxed and leaned more heavily into his badgering. Gale was safe.

And so continued boot camp and blossomed the friendship of Bucky and Buck.

If Bucky Egan was a wild card before he met Gale Cleven and dubbed him his new partner in crime and hooliganry, that was nothing compared to after he had someone by his side. It didn’t even matter that every time he pulled a prank or did something horrifically embarrassing, Gale was always trying to talk him out of it. Something about the calm, low warning tones of Gale’s voice whenever Bucky was making a bad decision just made doing it more exciting for Bucky. It was the way Gale would give him that look that told him he shouldn’t do it, but held a secret in the corners that whispered if you really want to, then you should that gave Bucky the wings to fly with his more reckless but brilliant plans.

Gale wanted what Bucky wanted and would support him even if he was an idiot and somehow even without words, Bucky knew it.

He knew it in the soft smiles they would exchange throughout the day. In the crinkled eyes of the jokes in the mess at meals. He knew it in the way their friendship was unlike any other he had ever had in his life and yet they had only known each other such a short amount of time. Was this because it was wartime? Was this what it meant to be brothers in arms?

Yet, Bucky didn’t feel so close to anyone else in training as he did to Gale Cleven. It was just Gale.

When Bucky finally shipped out to England, it was a few weeks ahead of Gale. Of course, this meant a final sendoff with the boys, a night of drinking and celebrating.

Bucky knew he was leaving in the morning and Buck would be joining him in England in just a few weeks like it was no time at all, but he also knew that until Buck got there he’d be in the skies flying missions.

And he hadn’t told Buck yet.

Hadn’t told him tonight might be the last time he’d see him alive.

Bucky Egan had no plans of going down and dying in a plane during the next three weeks once he arrived in England and before Buck joined him there, but this was war and war was full of uncertainty, disaster, and, much too often, death.

He’d been avoiding it, telling Buck, but the reality was they were both in this to fly and soon they would both be there and would risk their lives for the greater good whether they were together or not time and time again. This wasn’t so different, and it was only for a few weeks.

So he told him simply. Tried to soften it by making some blasé statement about how he didn’t even know how they were friends — which wasn’t exactly untrue. For all intents and purposes from the outside, his friendship with Gale Cleven shouldn’t make sense or work. The man was a straight arrow. Didn’t like to dance or drink or party or do anything that could sully his pure image. Yet, under the surface, it was all of this that drew Bucky to him for some wholly inexplicable reason that he wasn’t sure he could quite explain to himself yet.

Gale Cleven…

Gale asked him not to die and Bucky’s only response was not to count on it because what else could he say? He would never give anything but his all for this war and if that meant dying in the service a few days after arriving, then he goddamn would.

The look Gale gave him at that could only be described as beseeching. Complete and utter understanding filled his eyes, and yet neither of them wanted death to settle between them before they could meet again. Bucky felt his throat tighten. A helplessness he was not sure he had ever felt before started to cloud his mind and he felt an inexplicable urge to reach out and pull the man in front of him into a bone-crushing embrace, to reassure him that he was here, that he was alive, that he wouldn’t die. But he wouldn’t. He couldn’t. He resisted.

Instead, he just looked away and before he knew it, Marge was back and pulling Buck away for the dance Gale promised her and Bucky was alone in the bar. Somehow, he’d never felt so alone in his life.

#bucky egan #buck(y)#buck x bucky #bucky x buck #buck cleven #john egan #mota #mota fanfic #bucky x buck fanfic #masters of the air #gale cleven #mota fic #my fic #my writing #give me wings to fly #gmwtf

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wastrelwoods · 6 months

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it is so fucked up and hilarious playing this dark urge as a warlock because its like. so she's a bhaalspawn who owes her killing prowess to her father, a minor evil god, and sacrifices victims to him in exchange for power and gifts. and also as the protagonist of baldur's gate she has anOTHER mysterious patron in the form of the enigmatic figure guarding her from within the githyanki artifact known as the astral prism, offering her mysterious illithid psionic abilities. but somewhere between those two patrons she also i guess found time to bargain with some completely unrelated archfey for the rest of her class related abilities. real servant of three masters hooliganry here

#plus side if she loses all power from one source there's at least two other backup patrons to fall back on #abi my friend abi. what the fuck #making every possible deal with the devil imaginable so they all have to fight each other for who gets to be the puppetmaster

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gobletoffeels · 5 months

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Warmth and Cheer

Summary: Sebastian and Genevieve decide to try out a Christmas concoction from Garreth. Chaos ensues.

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A/N: this is just a crack fic. Literal chaos. Stupidity. Hooliganry. Shenanigans. Enjoy!

Sebastian knew the holidays were always a bit difficult for Genevieve. The festive season always reminded her that she was away from her family. Her options were either heading back home, back to the strain of looking after her sickly father, with the painful reminder of her absent mother – or staying at Hogwarts, while plenty of her friends filtered out back to their families.

Sebastian, however, always chose to stay at Hogwarts. He’d become quite used to it, and year after year, found ways to make it every bit more festive. He even managed to rope Ominis in one year, who was painfully obliged to head back to the Gaunts each time.

This year was no different. Sebastian burst into the Room of Requirement – a space he knew Genevieve would likely be hiding out – carrying an abundance of bottles, flasks and potions.

“When I put these things down I better not see you sulking, Gen.” He called out, his voice slightly muffled from the sheer load of items that obstructed his view.

Genevieve turned her head to see her idiot boyfriend powering through the tranquility of her space. She smiled softly.

“Sebastian, I’m fine.” She said, walking up to help the poor boy out with the stacks of items. He was an absolute hazard to society and to himself.

“What is all this?” She began to place the items down on the nearest potion table.

Sebastian huffed as he finally put everything down.

“Right, so Garreth has been going on about his festive potion-making kit. He’s been relentless on getting someone to try it, but no one’s stupid enough to take whatever Garreth’s offering back home to their parents…”

Sebastian began to unpack and arrange the items across the desk as he continued

“…except I felt bad for the poor bloke. And he’s helped my arse out a lot in potions this year, so I said I’d try it out since I’m staying here. And because you’re regrettably attached to me, you’re trying it with me too.” Sebastian beamed at her with his signature smile that Genevieve knew only meant trouble – the best kind of all.

“A ‘festive potion-making kit’. What in Merlin’s name does that include?” She picked up a mysterious glittering green bottle.

Sebastian meticulously organizing the bottles, as if he were taking the whole task very seriously, began to unravel a small piece of parchment attached to the kit. Sebastian read it out loud.

“Festive greetings, potioneers!

Enjoy the whimsical wonders of the Christmas season with the bottled warmth of Christmas Cheer! Simply mix in all your ingredients and let it bubble away for two turns of an hourglass, and guzzle it down for instant delight.”

Sebastian stifled a laugh, “Supposedly it bottles the feeling of ‘Christmas cheer’. Seems pretty straightforward.”

“Just add all the ingredients?” Genevieve sidled up next to Sebastian now at the potion station. If they were going to do this, they were going to do this right.

“Mmhm! Okay – cauldron’s on. Good. Bottles all here. Doesn’t seem to have a specific order to it, just keep an eye on the hourglass.” Sebastian ran the station with precision, for someone who wasn’t very good at potions, he had a remarkably orderly way of running things.

The Room of Requirement began to heat up with the steam and fumes of the bubbling concoction, as they swiftly added each bottle to the cauldron, and then bracing themselves for any adverse reaction before adding the next. With each bottle added, both Sebastian and Genevieve grew more comfortable with the brew. In fact, it started to emit a lovely, deep and warm scent of cinnamon, firewood and hints of sweetness. A true festive scent.

Genevieve brought her head down towards the cauldron to take a whiff, “You know…I think it’s actually working. It smells lovely.”

Sebastian was far too preoccupied with watching the hourglass to stop and smell. He hadn’t noticed that the humidity and steam of the potion had now left his tufts of hair in disarray and fluffed up, no doubt from the amount of times he inadvertently ran his hands throughout as he concentrated deeply.

She found this quite endearing. Genevieve brought her hand to his head, neatening down his hair a bit, as his gaze was left fixed on the potion station.

“This is quite fun, isn’t it? Thank you Seb—“

“It’s done!” He blurted out. He apologized for cutting his girlfriend off, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

“Wanna try it?” He looked down into the cauldron. Genevieve peered her head into it as well.

“Um…you go first.” She said.

“Scared?” Sebastian chuckled.

“A potion kit? From Garreth? Yes, I’m scared.” She raised an eyebrow.

“But Gen, nothing’s happened! Look – no explosions, the thing smells normal. I think the worst is over.” Sebastian looked earnestly at her, “Let’s do it together, okay?”

Genevieve sighed.

“Fine. Grab two bottles below.”

Sebastian reached down to the shelf and began to pour the brilliantly crimson red brew into the flasks. It looked perfectly harmless, if anything, quite inviting. The colour had a shimmer of glitter in the light, with swirls of gold across it.

He handed a bottle to Genevieve, and then linked his arm with hers.

“Bottoms up?”

“Bottoms up.”

They threw back the concoction quickly, Genevieve didn’t dare linger. She squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation for something truly horrible to happen.

And nothing did.

Sebastian looked at her blankly, perhaps he had also feared the results just as much, based on the trepidation on his face.

“Do…do you feel anything…?” He said cautiously.

“…no. Maybe it takes a bit of time?” She replied slowly. As if any sudden action would trigger the potion.

Sebastian stood very still, before finally taking a step towards the cauldron, making sure that they definitely drank it all. He scoffed as he saw it empty.

“Typical of Garreth, to give us a potion that doesn’t even work…” Sebastian’s arrogant smirk returned, crossing his arms, before uncrossing them again, loosening his tie a bit.

Sebastian fumbled with his collar a bit, until he decided to take the entire tie off. Pulling at his collar as he did.

“Anyway…let’s get out of here. Far too warm here with all this brewing.” He stuffed his tie into his pocket as he began to fan his shirt slightly. Beads of sweat starting to form on his face.

“Gosh, it’s warm in here isn’t it?” Sebastian’s face started to flush.

Genevieve looked perfectly fine compared to him.

“Seb, I’m fine. You on the other hand are staring to look as though you’ve just run a marathon.” She began to giggle at Sebastian’s disheveled appearance. And truly, his tufts of hair that Genevieve lovingly neatened were now starting to frizz up, patches of sweat pooling around his chest and underarms. His face started to sport a dewy shine.

And by the time either of them had registered Sebastian’s state, his shirt was now getting completely drenched with sweat. His hair now sticking to his forehead, and his face completely flushed red.

“I’m—I’m hot. God, it’s so warm. Can’t we open a window here?” He began to pace around the room, his hands absentmindedly touching surfaces of the wall hoping that they would reveal some kind of opening.

Genevieve always found Sebastian’s antics funny, but this tickled her in another way that she couldn’t help but find particularly funny. She barked out a laugh she didn’t know she was holding.

“It must be the potion!” She giggled more now, her giggles now turning into laughs. Her laughs turning into loud chuckles.

“Genevieve, this isn’t funny! I’m seriously burning up here!” He turned his head to her, his face completely drenched. Was she really finding this that funny?

Genevieve was also wondering the same thing. Sebastian did a lot of stupid things in their time together, things that she’d gleefully taunt him about, seeing her boyfriend getting this flustered and flushed surely wasn’t the funniest thing she’d ever encountered.

“I—I know!” Genevieve laughed louder, holding her sides “…I-I can’t stop…” She brought a hand to her mouth, desperately trying to hold back her laughter.

Sebastian looked at her, realising that this was another possible reaction from Garreth’s damned potion. He scrambled quickly back to the potion station, his sweaty hands grabbing the parchment that came with the kit. He read out loud again.

“…The bottled warmth of Christmas Cheer…that moonmind!” Sebastian groaned. The heat clearly giving him a shorter temper now, “Warmth and cheer? He’s so bloody literal. Is there no space for nuance anymore?!” He threw the parchment down.

“Gen, I can’t do this. I need to take off more layers.” He pleaded. In that instant, Sebastian dropped his trousers, standing foolishly in the middle of the room with them around his ankles, his briefs still on, and shirt completely drenched through.

Any other time, this would have been a visual delight for Genevieve. But today, Genevieve briefly broke from her fit of laughter to see Sebastian pathetically standing in front of her, sweating head to toe, like a lost farm animal.

This only drove Genevieve into a whole new fit of laughter, tears streaming down her face. Her face contorted into a sob. She could barely catch her breath as the sight of Sebastian sent her howling in a manner she didn’t think was even possible.

“S-S-Sebastian…go—go away! It’s too f-f-funny—you—you look so st-stupi—“ Genevieve could barely finish her sentence before she lost herself completely in laughter. Doubling over, she rocked back and forth as she tried to control herself.

Sebastian paid little attention to how Genevieve was, in his mind, he was worse off. So what if she had a fit of the giggles?! He was warm.

His mind delirious, he didn’t even think to discard his trousers around his ankles, as he waddled around the room now, desperately putting out the fireplace with one Glacius after another.

The fire was out, yet he continued to sweat. It seemed like the heat was coming from himself.

Sebastian looked down at his body. He unbuttoned his shirt, peeling it off his soaked skin. He was bare, apart from his briefs that he kept on as his last shred of modesty.

“I-I’m making it hot.” He said in a shaky voice.

“YEAH YOU ARE!” Genevieve called out from the other side of the room, akin to a wolf whistle.

“NOT NOW, GENEVIEVE.” He yelled.

This only sent her off yet again, the continuous sounds of her laughter was now something Sebastian was starting to block out as he urgently tried to solve his predicament.

He looked down at his wand in his hand. Before pointing it to his other hand.

“Glacius”

A burst of ice shot out, encasing his other hand entirely. He felt his first moment of relief, as the ice cooled part of him down. He exhaled a sigh of relief.

“Gen—the ice! It works!” He turned around to face her, wand in one hand and and blocked up hand of ice in the other. He beamed stupidly at her.

Unfortunately for Genevieve, the sight only made him look even more ridiculous. As if it were even possible. She now saw a sight of what was usually her cool, calm and collected boyfriend, now half naked, trousers round his ankles, drenched from head to toe, and now sporting a ridiculous ice block for a hand. And of course, this only sent her into unbearable fits of laughter again. Now becoming painful.

She groaned now with pain, as her laughter hiccuped throughout her entire body.

“It—it hurts! Seb—make it stop!” Genevieve’s face contorted with both pain and new bouts of laughter.

Sebastian’s ice block hand started to drip, as the heat of his body still fought against the ice. He now turned his attention to Genevieve, who was writhing on the floor. He was completely baffled by the entire situation.

“Uhm…uhm….think of something sad!” He looked down at her, droplets falling from his ice hand.

Genevieve hardly responded to him as she rolled around, clutching her sides.

Sebastian’s ice block slipped off his hand at this point. Having decided it was now too warm, it fell with a thud onto the floor, sliding across the room towards the entrance, before abruptly coming to a stop as it hit something.

Someone.

“What—what in the WORLD is going on here?!”

The telltale voice of a very angry Ominis was heard. Genevieve and Sebastian, in the midst of the chaos, hardly noticed him entering the room.

“I’ve been waiting for you two in the common room for hours. Decided to seek you both out myself, only to hear what I can only describe as absolute bedlam coming from this wall.” His brows furrowed, unsure what on earth caused all this, only that the shrill laughter of a woman’s voice and the relentless sounds of spell casting was what compelled him to investigate.

Sebastian wiped more sweat off his forehead, although at this point, he was pretty much smearing it around his face.

“Ominis— I’m sorry. Garreth’s stupid potion—“

“Garreth’s potion? Say less. You should have known better Sebastian…”

Ominis turned his head towards the sound of Genevieve’s cackling.

“…and Genevieve.” He rolled his eyes.

“I’ll write to Garreth. You two sort yourselves out. And for Merlin’s sake Sebastian, pull your trousers up, I can hear the buckles dragging.”

“We didn’t—“ Sebastian interjected.

“I really don’t want to know.” Ominis waved a hand as he walked out.

“Merry Christmas to you both. Ridiculous.” He scoffed, finally exiting the room, leaving Sebastian and Genevieve waiting for word from Garreth.

Genevieve stifled another laugh again.

“Don’t you start again.” Sebastian snapped.

“S-sorry. Love you.” She giggled.

His face softened, finally starting to see the funnier side of this, letting out a soft chuckle.

“I love you too.” He replied, giving her a kiss on her forehead, that mildly trembled with her suppressed laughter, as he sheepishly crouched down to pick up his trousers again.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy fandom #fanfiction #my post #garreth weasley #hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow fanfiction #fluff #crack fics #sebastian x mc #my fic

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halfhappyhooligan · 2 months

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having lunch with mom today !!!!🍎🥪🥤

#ordered ahead and paid the price for Second Best since our favorite place shut down #i think its gonna come back and she thinks its gonna come back and theres not much sign of this being true #usually it doesnt take so long before we have fun things to talk about and we default to arguing about some things that dont matter #and some that really do #but i had a dream last night that everything went to shit for good or at least good enough to feel like its for certain #so i invited her for lunch and i think we’ll be drunk on gluttony and forget how to be mean when we’re scared of all the change around us #and i feel bad for hiding an objective behind seeing my own mother but i cant help it #i want a nice afternoon with my mom #thats what i hope #hooliganry

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mario-music-tourney · 1 year

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You know, there's really no point bothering with the fuss of running an entire tournament when I've clearly received the objectively best submission already. Therefore, I'm going to skip all that work of setting up those brackets and polls, and instead I'll just go right ahead and declare the winner to be: The Yoshi Clan from Yoshi's New Island!

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Really, this needs no justification. This composition's status as Greatest Mario Song Ever is so glaringly obvious that I wonder why I bothered making this tournament in the first place. Silly of me, really. On an entirely unrelated note, happy April Fools' Day! Of course, there's no fooling around here, since making this entirely serious post was too important for me to waste time on such hooliganry. But I hope you all have fun with your hijinks and shenanigans and whatnot. Meanwhile, I'll just get started on some other important tasks. Like, for example... running a tournament to determine the best LUIGI son- wait no I've already gotten that answer too it's this one

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#april fools #mario music tournament #yes these were both actually submitted #both joking/memeing of course #mario #luigi

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the-pinstriped-hood · 2 years

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Fair Metal Friends

The house rattled again as the Novelist trekked to complete her work, fingers dancing gracefully over her keyboard. Unfortunately she couldn't get over the sound of some of the hard backed books stacked haphazardly on her bookshelves hitting the wooden floor with a chorus of loud thumps and Macavity trying to take refuge from the tremors. Ceasing her fingers as she stood hearing a slightly muted chorus of yet another Judas Priest song nearby. She knew exactly where it was coming from: Bo’s Garage.

Percy sighed. Her Southern Paramour was many things: Impossibly Handsome, a skilled mechanic, a talented photographer. Aware of how loud his music was not one of them. The bay of his shop was open and his music flooded almost the entire small town of Ambrose. Having been subjected to several songs and not by choice, she closed her laptop and saved her work before heading over to the shop to take care of the noise problem.

Her heels clicked down the street as she got closer to the problem, thankfully as another song was coming to an end. Spotting a friend of hers with Bo as they headbanged to another song, unaware of Percy who had pulled the plug to the stereo.

“Who the fuck-?!” Bo exclaimed as Percy was swinging the limp cord in her hand. “Percy? Darlin’ what the hell?”

“Your music is shaking the house, Bo. It's a little too loud, honey.” She walked over to the stereo system itself and turned the dial back a considerable amount before plugging it back in so as to not ruin her eardrums. “I understand that almost everyone in Ambrose likes heavy metal and I am outnumbered but may I please make a request that you be considerate, just a smidge?”

Ava, who had been hanging around Bo grinned. “Sorry about that Perc, we were just enjoying ourselves….” The guitarist had come to Ambrose only months after another friend of Percy’s, Ellie had.

“Be that as it may Avana,” Percy smiled. “I’m still working on my next book and need peace and quiet to conduct my thoughts.”

“Darlin’ you been’ workin on that book three days straight now, when’s the last time you took a break? The rest of us barely see you anymore and you’ve become reclusive again. Why don't you chill here with Ava and I? We’d welcome your company..” Bo grinned, certain he could win his writer over with his usual southern charms.

“Bo, you know how much this book means to me.” Percy’s smile faded into her usual tired expression. “I’ve gotta get back, I don't have any time for your headbanging hooliganry…” She turned her heel to walk out of the garage only to feel Bo’s hand around her wrist.

“Excuse me? Headbanging Hooliganry? You really did walk out of the fuckin’ 20’s didnt you? When was the last time you seriously had any fun?”

Percy closed her eyes. "You're really not going to let go of my wrist until I agree, will you?"

Bo's smile fell. He hadn't seen Percy in days he had been worried sick. Somewhere in his mind he thought he had done something to upset her, but it was just her usual workaholic ways.

"Please darlin' if you stay with Ava and I for just a little while, we promise to keep the music down. Deal?" Bo held out his hand. Percy agreed and shook his hand. "Deal."

Bo hadn't gotten a good look at his girlfriend but he knew she certainly had a rare style. Pantyhose, heels, a pencil skirt and an old style blouse. "You look good by the way, Angel." He kissed her cheek and she took the only other stool in the shop, tucking one leg behind her like a lady.

Ava nudged Percy, "You called us Hooligans. Where'd that talk come from?"

The Novelist blushed, embarrassed. "I sometimes let it slip that I lived with people from the 1920's."

"Certainly would explain your taste in vintage everything.." Bo mused.

"Parents?"

"My grandparents actually, parents died in a car accident when I was young. My Grandparents raised me on things like VHS tapes, reel to reels, old Jazz vinyls, black and white movies..." She listed off.

"So you never actually have experienced Rock and Roll before have you?" Ava leaned back staring at Percy. "That would explain a lot."

"My grandparents were really strict in raising me. Good grades, good job, wanted babies before they died. Old fashioned thinking. They thought that things like Rock and Roll, horror movies and sex before marriage was sinful so, I didn't have many friends. If any at all....They would be rolling in their graves if they knew what I had been up to..."

"You mean actually getting to be yourself and experiencing life?" Bo snorted. "No offense darlin' but your grandparents sound like the biggest wet fuckin blankets in the universe."

Ava hopped off her stool and turned the stereo back on. "I'm gonna agree with Bo, you really need to get out more. Hey what if we could help you find some music you like instead of what your grandparents told you to like?"

"You think you could do that?"

"Absolutely, Between Vinny, Bo, Ellie, Lester and I we could make you a whole mixtape to listen to!" Ava grinned patting Percy on the back.

"Are those heels ever easy to wear? While I will admit you look damn fine in them, maybe wear those cute little what'dya call'em.....Flats!"

Percy grimaced. She had been trying to hide the blisters on her heels for days now.

"Listen why dont you take your shoes off, relax and listen to some music with us. You need to unwind."

Percy nodded and took a seat in the car in the bay laying back in the backseat and letting Judas Priest sing her a lullaby.

Tag: @rottent33th @slaasherslut @allthingsblood @cries-in-latino

#bo sinclair #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #slashers #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #percy jones oc #oc Ava #the angels of ambrose au #Percy x Bo

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roobylavender · 8 months

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you mightve talked about this before im not sure, i know youve for sure talked about how dick gradually over the years becomes bruce Jr. to the point of absorbing his most important character traits [ie. how they wouldve treated jason post-homicidal hooliganry] but i also question if its the opposite with babs where some of her traits are being attributed to him, im mainly thinking of batman now being associated with no privacy, keeping tabs on the city and his allies to an invasive extent, where i wonder if that should be more commonly associated with her instead? i admit i havent read much of oracle but im very intrigued with what ive heard of her maybe dubious actions. this may be nothing, but what do you think?

i still haven't read much oracle content either (sadly! there are so many characters i want to continue to brush up on but i rarely have the time anymore to read anything not in the form of an audio book) but i think if we're at least talking about this in the context of the morrison run in particular that stemmed more from their own association of batman with hypervigilance and militancy..? albeit it's likely barbara's existence did somewhat contribute to that in the first place bc aside from the weaponry she was at the center of a peak in bruce's surveillance methods where they'd been sort of amorphous before. i'm reminded of the birth of the demon and how bruce simply happens to know via the bat-computer where all of the remaining lazarus pits are. it's barely touched on and simply taken on its face but with barbara there were obv more opportunities to expand on the access and how she came to it and how that in turn factored into her partnership with bruce. so maybe the development of the hypervigilance is in some aspect connected to the development of her friendship with him. i'm also curious how the political environment at the time may have factored into things as well. we're more than aware 9/11 was an omnipresence in the national groupthink at the time and while i don't remember morrison's words wrt their approach to bruce verbatim i do think their commentary on bruce was by extension a real-world commentary as well (so like they were using bruce as a stand-in for real-life hypervigilance and militancy)

#outbox #if anyone else wants to add onto this feel free to! my exposure to barbara is unfortunately quite scarce so i could very well be wrong

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The Flower that Bloomed Nowhere Read-through | Part 7: 90-100

Bal is soooo funny for choosing to simply sit out and wait the loop. If that were me I’d be acting out. I’d be skipping around the sanctuary acting mischevious and committing hooliganry. Hey does Fang have loop memories

SU NAME REVEAL!!! KUROKA!

raises hand. I have another question. did samium also fuck that old man

Shiko is so sweet oh my goddddd 😭 I wonder if Kuroka fell in love with her...

I hadn't even realized how much of a fan I was. That another me had been growing on those lonely nights, only waiting for someone to draw it out.

Even though it was such a small thing, for the first time, I felt like I was able to be someone other than myself. Someone who shined brightly.

Just like her. AWWWUWYYYYYYUUUUWUWUUUUUUUU!!!!! AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

"Fang, Su, have you still got enough eris for barriers?"

Fang looked at their scepter, making a thoughtful hum. "Yeah, for a few minutes."

I thought Fang didn’t have their scepter?

Another thing I'd failed to understand at the time was that this was largely by design. Replicating high-quality food was impossibly cheap, and a low-hanging fruit in terms of helping people's quality of life. It was the politics of spite, or 'tough love' if you wanted to be charitable; choosing not to help others for no reason other than them having not earned it, or at least treating it as not worth the infinitesimally minor inconvenience to their betters.

oh i dont like this worldbuilding that much anymore

“Nowadays you can get your nutrition managed with pills anyway. It's not like when we were kids, when it actually mattered what you ate."

"There's still no long-term research into the subject," [Shiko]’s mother replied, frowning. "And besides, it's not simply a matter of health. There are social consequences to having a limited palate."

“social consequences”? lets kill her

"I'm just saying, it wouldn't hurt to be a little more conscientious," Shiko's mother insisted, holding up a hand. "And I know I've only been here for a couple of years now, but I really don't think it's that bad. Some parts in town seem a little deprived, but the theater is nice, and I've never had any trouble finding anything from the shops. It's hardly Altaia or Old Yru, but it's not as though we're eking out a living on the Lower Planes."

KUROKA BABY IM GONNA GET YOU OUT OF THERE. IM GONNA GET YOU OUT

Shiko’s granddad and Samium were conspiring to use her???? “Get the drop on her”???????? I mean this isn’t anything we didn’t already know but hearing them speak so plainly and shamelessly about it IN HER HOUSE is repulsive

I'd done a lot of stuff for a person my age, especially if you counted the stuff from-- Well, you know. I'd traveled by carriage, bus, tram, vacuum tram, boat and airship. I'd been to seven different countries and lived in four. I'd played in an amateur sport team (assuming chess counts as a sport).

it does not

Ophelia had been unspokenly left out as well; she apparently produced such an aura of eternal femininity that our minds had just silently registered it as the correct call after we'd only been able to find three shovels in the greenhouse.

also me if im being completely honest. *the gorillas get released* sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry

Hey while they’re digging I’ve been thinking. using the dying gods as their proxy has me wondering if this really is an integrated pneuma in some person enacting its long thought out (hehe) revenge. But that doesn’t explain multiple culprits especially considering they’ve been referring to death with different gendered pronouns

She looked between us. "Questions?"

Linos looked to the side. "Uh, do you see any problems with the plan, Zeno?"

There was a pause, then an approving thump from the luggage pile.

funniest character

a possible explanation for many of these contradictions was that there wasn't just one 'mastermind', but competing groups.

One calls it 'master'. The other calls it 'Her'...

YES YES YES YES YES YES YES. It's almost like...a battle of wills? A battle of competing ideologies?

"I think I-- I think I have a hernia," I said weakly.

"What you have is a case of the weeny-whinies.” THE WEENY WHINIES!!!!

KAMRANSU SWEEP!!! im doing yuri multiplication in my head rn

hum. "Indeed, you've stumbled upon the fundamental issue. After all, if what we inhabit is not the true reality, but merely the product of a physical process within another, it seems very improbable for our 'creators' to be playing with tools akin to our own. Our very conception of inter-dimensional spacetime - and the associated concepts of entropy, movement, and finite energy - could be nothing more than an amusing fabrication, with no bearing on actual physics."

Kind of like how a two-dimensional creature can only interpret a 3-dimensional world from a 2-dimensional perspective, and a 3-dimensional creature can only interpret a 5th-dimensional world from a 3rd and simplified 4th dimensional perspective…but what defines “actual?“ is any of your universe “actual”, for that matter? You have no confidence that your reality is real beyond the myths you’ve heard of the ironworkers. I don't mean to explicitly suggest this is a simulation by any means, but rather...I'm thinking back to Zeno's question. "Why turn back the self when you can turn back the world?". Well, if you're conflicted on what a "self" constitutes, it only follows to reason that the nature of the world around you too would also fall into question...

Well, that depends, Utsushikome. Do you believe a pawn is destined only to look across at its rival pieces for eternity, by its very nature?" She stabbed her fork into a tomato, spilling its red fluid. "Or, perchance, might it learn to crane its neck towards heaven?"

My eyes drifted from the tower towards the ceiling of the bioenclosure proper. The blackness.

Slowly, I clicked my tongue. OHHHHOHOHOHOGOGOGOGOGOOGOGOGOHOHHOHHOOHHOOHOGOGOGOGOYOYO RHHEEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHE

She nodded several times, like I'd said something profound. "Yes. That's it exactly." She exhaled. "It's cowardice. People are afraid of death, so they try to turn it into something it isn't. Something beautiful and cathartic, something symbiotic with humanity, just like Grandmaster Melanthos was talking about. So they don't have to face the truth that it was all for fucking nothing. That being mortal is an accident of material circumstance, just as much as hunger or, or-- I don't know, going *bald*.” 🦍

"When people think of truly eternal lives, of sticking not just a few more centuries on the pile but outlasting the lifespan of stars, the scope of the proposition is harrowing. What would we become, in trying to achieve true stability as creatures of chaos and change? Could we?" Her voice grew a little quieter; solemn, almost. "What would we do, without that option to simply fade away?" She looked towards me. "What do you think, Su?"

I went for a third round of blinking, just to emphasize the point.

Why does [Kam] always single me out in these conversations?

big ass crush on you

Ohhh Kam is a 60 year old minor! Cool!

Even though she'd dismissed questions on the subject with an affect of far-sightedness back in the transpositioning chamber, the fact of the matter was that people our age getting stressed out about their own mortality was freakishly rare; I'd literally never met another person quite like [Kam].

This trait she and I share. I was having existential breakdowns at the tender age of 5

Ohhh Su is in her early-mid thirties! Okay yeah that checks out with her mental illness

You're only 32, Su," she said, frowning. "It's a little early to making world-weary statements like that, don't you think?

*looks at su* *looks at orv*

*looks back at su*

Of all the years I could live, could thrive, until all those regrets are nothing more than a single drop in a vast lake. I'm sure the same is true for you, too."

This really was out of character for her. I felt a complicated feeling in my chest. "That's, uh... Kam..."

"Is this really the right time for this?" Ran asked flatly. "The philosophy was one thing, but this is getting weirdly romantic."

Kam scoffed, making a gesture of distaste. "Don't be peculiar, Ran."

KAMSU SWEEP WE HAVE LITEREALLY NEVER BEEN MORE BACK THAN WE ARE RIGHT NOW

"Perfect," Kam said, stepping towards it immediately.

"Feels a little weird to be looting the dead," I said, glancing around.

"This is no time for sentiment, Su," Kam replied. She walked up to the cabinet in question and, after unsuccessfully trying the lock, took the butt of her refractor rifle and shattered it, before casting it aside and sliding the larger weapon out.

this actually became a COD lobby im crying

saw Samium lying down in the bed, eyes half-open, staring at the ceiling. Other than the fact that there was a book by the side that seemed to be gone now - fiction, probably, the cover depicting a ship - that felt a little confusing. So he could read a novel, after all? Or maybe someone had left it here?

Ship of Theoseus chan?

Why did the playwright just look at me

"Okay, so. Here's the thing," they said. "The monster might be, uh, real."

SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPP

WE HAVE LITERALLY NEVER BEEN MORE BACK THAN THIS MOMENT FOLKS THIS IS IT. THIS IS REAL. IT'S HAPPENING

Okay for all my excitement about the beast is there any way to check if that’s actually the phantasm conjuring arcana they talked about earlier? Could explain the grim reaper but I don’t remember if it could produce sound or not…or how big it could get. Could also just be a really advanced golem since the power was active while this was happening? (And that was the negating factor when they were debating COBD (cause of Bardiyas death before))

I’m pretty sure the beak thing is actually real though, so many people have corroborated it. The beast only showed up while people were panicking

Man I wouldn’t be surprised if this conversation with Samium we’re seeing over the logic thing concluded with Su pushing him out the window. my rationale towards this is would that be fucking crazy or what

So, this sounds like it's coming from way off in the distance-- Like really far down the hall, or behind a wall, or something. Now, I'm getting a really bad vibe at this point,

Have i mentioned yet how much I love fang

Ann says we should just gun it." Anna's eyes narrowed slightly at her name being shortened, but didn't interject.

Have i mentioned yet how much i LOVE fang

I said something stupid about hiding up in the armory, maybe grabbing some of the grenades, so we went all the way up

they are addicted to those grenades

If Ptolema thinks the beast is fake then I believe that it's fake. She’s consistently proven to have the best observational skills of the entire group, picking things up that other people don’t see. As she says, she's got the mind of a surgeon. She knows how a body is meant to be built and interact with its environment. Believe women!!!! Ema sweep!!!!

Can I be honest. Creepy children’s stories scare me so much and I could barely get through that one barn quest in Cyberpunk 2077 and this children's slideshow with the piglet is reminding me of that. I literally couldn’t sleep for a few days after playing that. Anyway. Animal Farm? because there is a farm with animals

no i'm being deadass was that an animal farm redux. it felt like an animal farm redux

It would be so funny if Fang acted the way they do because something was wrong with them. But it would be even funnier if they're just like this

#tftbn #orv spoilers

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