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strawberriemarswrites · 3 months

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CHAPTER SEVEN

Chapter Summary: You're having some interesting dreams lately, and one day after work you catch some unwanted attention. Good thing someone's started following you home. Pairing: Bartolomeo x F!Reader Rating: Explicit, NSFW Chapter (18+ only; PiV sex) TW: public harassment, Barto's full-on stalking now, first dream is nice and steamy but the second dream at the end involves a bit of gore Ao3 Link: Chapter Seven (2,877 words)

Spring melted into Summer, and you quickly learned the AC rattled for just a bit too long whenever it turned on. It hadn’t yet been pushed to its limit, but it left you worried that it would kick the bucket when the first truly scorching day rolled around. It worked for now, at least, which was a godsend given the more pressing matter at hand.

Namely, someone pressing into you while you were bent over the kitchen counter. You weren’t entirely sure how you got there, or how Bartolomeo got into the apartment, but things had apparently escalated quickly.

His hands gripped your hips, your toes grazing the floor with each languid push. He nuzzled the shell of your ear, and you were surprised his septum ring was still cold against your skin, sending shocks down your spine.

“Sweetheart,” he purred, his voice impossibly low.

“Barto,” you whined, his name echoing despite the small space. “More.”

He obeyed, pulling out almost completely only to slam back in, his pace increasing. He was long, that much you knew, even though you hadn’t seen it. No matter how deep he pushed, he always seemed to be able to go even deeper, his cock dragging against your tight walls as his pace grew more erratic.

“My girl. Mine.” He punctuated his statement with a hard thrust, the rough handling contrasting sharply with the soft kisses and playful bites on your neck and shoulders. Sparks flew through your veins as the head of his cock pressed against your sweet spot. You hardly recognized yourself through the animalistic cry that wrenched free, your cunt being pushed to its limit.

Right on the cusp of release, a familiar rattling sound cut through the air.

Blearily, you opened your eyes. You were flopped over on your couch, dried drool on your cheek. The AC was wheezing to life, pulling you from your delicious reverie.

You groaned, covering your face. “Fuck.”

It was a beautiful evening as you got out of work for the day. The sky was a gradient of pinks and oranges as the sun began its slow descent below the skyline. Its reflection glinted off of buildings and cars, filling your vision with little sparks of gold.

The darkening sky made it easier for Bartolomeo to keep an eye on you as he followed you home, keeping three buildings between you and him.

For all intents and purposes, he could have casually walked up and passed off his presence as a coincidence, as if he was just out running errands. He imagined you’d ask if he wanted to walk home with you, something he’d do with all the enthusiasm of a puppy playing with his favorite toy. Maybe you could stop at the diner, and he’d actually get a chance to show that he loved the little brushes of contact with your legs against his. Maybe he’d even get to feel those legs around his hips—

Bartolomeo shook his head, expelling the thought. This was why he was following from a distance. He didn’t trust himself not to overwhelm you with advances, or let slip one of his more lewd thoughts.

You were blissfully unaware, a slight spring in your step as you walked down the steps to the subway platform. He watched you swipe a train pass and waited for you to turn the corner, before jumping the turnstiles and resuming the pursuit.

He’d never admit that, despite the risk of being caught, he was starting to get a bit of a thrill out of the whole situation. You hadn’t said anything about noticing break-ins in a while, which meant he was getting better about hiding his tracks. On occasion he hid on the fire escape when he knew you were awake, or sat by your door and listened to you play with Luffy or sing to yourself. Part of him felt guilty still, but that part was slowly getting quieter as he continued to get away with his antics.

Following you was another step down into the obsession pit. Bartolomeo could justify it to himself all he wanted to, despite the obvious truth. He boarded the subway car behind yours, watching your back through the windows.

The car you chose was less crowded than usual for this time of day, devoid of the locals you’d grown accustomed to seeing. It wasn’t completely empty, as there was a group of people near the front of the car who were too loud for the tiny space, horsing around and engaging in general foolishness. Not long after you sat down and started to look at your phone, however, the volume died down somewhat, replaced with some muttering and hushed snickering. Maybe they were being more considerate now that someone else was in the car with them.

If only they were that kind.

A few minutes passed before a shadow loomed over you. Startled, you looked up.

A blond man with sunglasses was staring down at you with a wide grin. He had two long scars across either side of his face, giving him an almost ruggedly handsome appearance, if it weren’t for the fact he was leaning over you with imposing intent.

“Hey there, dollface,” he said. “Traveling alone?”

You bristled, tucking your phone away. “I’m meeting someone.”

He laughed, “Sure you are. Who’re you meeting? A boyfriend?”

You shook your head, pulling your shoulders in, instinctively making yourself smaller.

The man laughed, “Aw, no need to be shy. I’m just making conversation.” He suddenly leaned over you, putting one hand over the back of the seat. “Tell you what — why don’t you ditch whoever it is and come join us?” He tipped his sunglasses down. “I’m sure my friends and I could show you a fun time.”

You tried to inch away, pressing yourself closer to the cool window. “I’m just meeting a friend. I’m sure we can have a fun time by ourselves.”

“Maybe they can join us. The more the merrier, right?” He cocked his head, looking you up and down. “If they’re half as pretty as you, you’ll both look good on either arm.”

You suppressed the urge to gag, instead shaking your head again. “I’m really not interested in a night out, thank you.”

“So a night in, then? I don’t mind going back to your place.”

You ground your teeth, a dial in your head moving a few notches from flight toward fight. Why couldn’t this guy take a hint? Abruptly, you stood, throwing him off guard enough that you were able to push past him and stand by the doors. “No. Thank you. Maybe some other time.”

One of his friends piped up from the front of the car, “Come on, Bellamy. She said she’s not interested.”

He shot the group a glare before smiling at you again, his tongue peeking out between his teeth as he regained his composure.

“Your loss,” he said with a shrug and leaned against a support pole as the train slowly pulled to a stop. “See you around.”

You couldn’t get off the train fast enough, not caring that you were still several stops away from the apartment. You took off at a brisk jog, rushing back up to the open air and hugging yourself as you tried to come down from the adrenaline rush. You knew your way to the next station, you could get back on once the train came back around — surely they’d all be gone by then. The sky began to darken further as you slowed back down to a walk, pushing your hair back with a shaking hand. Granted, it was a brief encounter, but you were confident you’d had enough excitement for one night.

With that thought, you again tempted fate.

As you came up to the next subway entrance, you grew increasingly aware of a chill down your spine. Initially, you chalked it up to the slight drop in temperature of the crisp summer evening, but it started to feel more like there were eyes on you. You rounded the signpost for the subway entrance, trying to casually catch sight of whoever may have been behind you—

On the entrance stairs was the scarred man — Bellamy, was it? — surrounded by his entourage.

“Hey there, dollface.” He grinned, his tongue darting out between his teeth. “Where’s that friend you were meeting?”

After assessing each one of his friends in turn, the dial in your brain switched back to flight so quickly the knob broke.

Voices shouted behind you as you ran faster than you believed you ever could, your steps thundering against the concrete. You couldn’t tell if the streets were strangely empty, or if you were running past people so fast that you stopped seeing them, only registering them as obstacles to dodge as you fled. You probably should have cried for help, but by the time you thought about it, your voice was lost in your lungs, smothered by the chilled night air that filled them. The only thing on your mind now was run.

Just as you made a sharp turn into an alley, a hand shot out and grabbed your arm, finally wrenching free the shriek caught in your chest. You clawed at the hand grabbing you, glaring daggers at Bellamy as he took off his sunglasses to stare down at you.

“Aw, you’re even prettier when you’re pissed off,” he laughed, lifting your arm over your head. With a sickening lurch in your stomach you felt your feet leave the ground, and your shoulder strained as he effortlessly held you up like you weighed nothing. He stopped when he had you dangling a good few feet above the sidewalk, his eyes wide and manic. “I’ll give you another chance: lemme show you a nice time, huh?”

It probably wasn’t the wisest decision, given the position you found yourself in, but it was the only thing you could think to do. You felt your palm sting and your feet hit the concrete before you fully realized you slapped him, hard enough to make him drop you. Staggering, you took off again in the direction you came, weaving around Bellamy’s friends only to run straight into someone’s chest. Panicked, you balled your hands into fists before you looked up and saw whose chest it was.

Bartolomeo put an arm around your shoulders and held you close, staring straight ahead at his target. In spite of the red creeping into his periphery, his expression was calm, only showing the bare minimum of the rage he felt firing through his nerves. “There a problem here?”

Bellamy’s troupe gave him a wide berth as he approached, a fading red handprint on the left side of his face. “What’s it to you?”

“Nothin’,” Bartolomeo started gently coaxing you behind him. “Just a friend passin’ through.”

The cocky grin from before slowly crept back up as Bellamy made eye contact with you. “Guess you weren’t lying after all about that friend.” His gaze then met Bartolomeo’s. “Not all that pretty though.”

“Funny,” Bartolomeo smirked, “that’s not what your mother was sayin’.”

Bellamy seethed, cracking his knuckles. “Looks like you and your little bitch need to learn some manners.”

Bartolomeo’s brow ticked and he took a step forward, before he felt you lightly pull on the back of his leather jacket. He looked down to you, putting an arm around your shoulders.

You tugged on his jacket again. He was outnumbered, and you really didn’t want to see him get hurt. “Come on, he’s not worth it,” you said. “Let’s just go home.”

His expression softened slightly, his fury abating. “You sure?”

You nodded, and he relented, turning his back slightly—

Before ducking out of range of a right hook. He backed up to keep out of Bellamy’s reach, nudging you further behind him. Bellamy threw another punch, and Bartolomeo brought both fists up to protect his face.

You quickly backed away from the fight, surprised to see the rest of the group do the same, as Bartolomeo swung from the left. As Bellamy went to block, he was struck from the right and nailed in the solar plexus, knocking the wind from him. Fueled further by the anger flooding his veins, Bartolomeo started wailing on his face, the sound of flesh hitting flesh and crunching bone echoing against the buildings.

You flinched with each hit, unable to look away as Bellamy’s face turned bloodier and more bruised. One of his friends tried to step forward before another one stopped him, muttering things between them before giving Bartolomeo a wide-eyed stare and backing up further.

Finally, the sounds stopped, and Bartolomeo shoved Bellamy backward toward his friends. He looked dazed, for as much as one who could barely see through the swelling on his face could, blood staining down the front of his shirt. Cuts on his cheeks and nose stood out sharply against the bruises, and he struggled to stand upright, before staggering back and being caught by two of his bigger comrades.

Bartolomeo turned back to you, barely having broken a sweat, knuckles bruised and his shirt spattered with blood.

You gaped, your heart racing, and a faint flush crept to your cheeks.

That is. Disturbingly hot.

He pulled you to his side with an arm around your shoulder, holding you close as he led you from the bloodbath. “C’mon, sweetheart. Let’s get home.”

When you returned back to the apartment, you spent way too long in your living room helicoptering around Bartolomeo and dressing his knuckles, trying to insist that you treat his shirt with peroxide, and fangirling about how he handled that fight. He happily let you do so, even allowing you to shove an icepack into his less bruised hand to take with him, despite him having plenty of first aid material already. He was just relieved he’d gotten off the subway in time to follow you, and that you hadn’t noticed him when you were trying to get to the next station.

And he was relieved to show that prick what happens when someone messes with his girl.

Later that night as you slept, you felt a weight on your chest. You tried to move it, assuming it was Luffy, but your arms wouldn’t listen. You tried to roll over, but your body wouldn’t budge. You felt hot, heavy breathing across your face, and with immense effort you managed to open your eyes.

Bartolomeo was straddling your waist, his arms on either side of your head to keep his body from completely pinning yours down. His lips were pulled back into a snarl, his eyes glowing. His teeth looked even larger, especially up so close. Puffs of steam came from his mouth as he breathed, and in the darkness you weren’t sure if what was dripping from his lips was drool or blood.

You couldn’t stop the snarky part of you from saying, “What large teeth you have.”

Bartolomeo’s snarl turned into a grin. It was definitely blood coming down from between his teeth. His voice came out low, layered over itself as he growled, “Better to eat you with.”

The weight on your chest moved, and you looked down. There was a pile of gore, gently beating.

“A gift?” you asked, your voice detached and distant.

He leaned down to your ear, “Our heart.”

An interesting word choice. Not “my”, not “your”. Our heart.

His tongue slid over your cheek as he pulled away, leaving behind a dark, wet trail over your face. Your arms finally responded to your demands as you reached up to try and keep him in place. But your hand slipped right through him, instead landing right on top of the messy heart on your chest.

It felt strangely furry, and made a very confused “mrrreep”.

You opened your eyes with a gasp. No Bartolomeo, no heart, just Luffy wondering why you awoke him from his sleep. You pushed yourself upright, surveying the room.

Nothing. No one. Just you and the kitty.

And it was uncomfortably hot in your bedroom.

You groaned and gently nudged Luffy off of you, stretching as you rolled out of bed to find a box fan. There was no way in hell you were going to try messing with the AC this late at night. You retrieved the fan from the hall closet, flicking on the light in your room as you dragged it over to the window to the fire escape. Before you could push it open, something on the floor caught your eye.

Flecks of rust, dirt, and chipped paint were scattered around near the window. You groaned, crouching down to look at them a bit closer. You knew you vacuumed just the day before, so where the hell did the stuff come from?

You got your answer when you opened the window and bits of rust shook loose, littering the carpet.

It occurred to you that you’d never opened this window before now.

Everything you had been trying to ignore, everything you thought had been resolved, all of it came flooding back, pouring in from the window and sending debris to your floor.

Someone had been in your bedroom. And the fire escape was how they got in.

#i'll fucking digest you one kiss at a time #bartolomeo #bartolomeo x you #one piece x reader #bartolomeo the cannibal #reader insert #ifdyokaat #bartolomeo one piece #yandere #yandere!bartolomeo #PHEW!!! It's done :3 #Bellamy won the poll so -- he gets his ass beat #i tried to go for something between his pre- and post-timeskip personality -- i know he gets better after dressrosa buuuuut #i needed him to be a jerk again xD #also this chapter felt a little vignette-ish which... i couldn't really do much about tbh #hopefully it still reads well n///n;#ALSO BIG THANK YOU TO MAH BF HE HELPED ME W THE FIGHT SCENE #he knows too much xD

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phoenixcatch7 · 1 year

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Honestly can't get over the three springs quests, in that link and hylia held multiple, actual conversations, where hylia asked him to check on the mother statue, he explained the situation, and she thanked him and asked for a dragon piece again, that the offering might boost her power and she could send it through to the big statue. That, and the bargainer statue possessing her plateau statue, implies a really weird relationship between hylia and her idols.

Like anyone listening to link about it would be like,

Link: and then I found my first sages will! I had no idea what it was for at the time, hylia had mentioned it but she never explained -

Person: hold up hold up hold up. Lady hylia? The mother goddess?? Protector of hyrule???

Link, who's only ever been able to remember getting instant responses and knows zelda not hearing anything was a big deal the whole kingdom knew about:...... Yeah?

Person: lady hylia?

Link: *mildly discomfited* yes?? I mean she's busy but I keep her updated, you know? I trade the sages wills with her to enhance the vows, but like I said, I didn't know that at the time, and I'm finding these things just in chests, I'm really not sure they're corporeal enough for -

Person: can we rewind hylia talks to you??

Link, cottoning on a bit: is that not... Normal?

Person, shrieking: NO THE HYLIA STATUE COMING TO LIFE AND TALKING TO YOU ISN'T NORMAL NO ONE DOES THAT????

#loz #legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #totk #loz totk #loz tears of the kingdom #I'm just really interested in the way hylia uses her statues because clearly its a lot more complicated than I thought in botw #Gushing about totk #But I'm so happy I got my hc confirmed and link can and will actually chat with hylia! Like to imagine he tells her stories of his journey #Keeps her updated on what her hero is doing now. Does her little low stakes fetch quests. When he talks to the big one she sounds so fond ^#No idea where she had a spare baby fi tucked away but hopefully it's inert because I've left it on a pedestal in my tarrey house XD #No adventuring for you little one until link learns to stop breaking his weapons #Like I appreciate the 30 damage sword ma'am I can just find better and strap a lynel horn on it #I like that the spring quests didn't change at least. No reason for them to.

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layalu · 4 months

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WIP Whenever

tagged by @herearedragons! :]

using this to announce Picrew Feedback Phase lol, since i've been working on it more again recently and now basically have everything in place, just need to add and fix items!

Yes i am still procrastinating on adding hair and having fun adding animal features instead u.u But ye! Basically if anyone wants to have a go with it and you have suggestions as to what you'd like me to add (like hairstyles or w/e) or you notice something that confuses you or anything really, feel free to hmu! Sorry in advance for my awful value choices on all the head parts (that's gonna get fixed once i Actually start doing colours) |'D edit: added some screenshots of the picrew maker website, in case anyone is curious what that looks like! :]

tagging @creativegoblin, @superboyconner, @absyntthe, @exotic-inquiry, @curiouslavellan, @cao-the-dreamer, @a-drama-addict, @brainwormterrarium, @snowberry-pie, @goofsoup, @scorbutic-properties, @daggerbeanart, @greypetrel, @ndostairlyrium, @shivunin, and anyone else who has something to share! c:

#wip wednesday #<- its not wednesday but its easier to sort xd #my art #its a constant back and forth of drawing and checking and fixing lol but thats whats fun about it!#its a big puzzle :]#not everything fits together 100% but i think i managed to get lots of things to work p ok!#...though ive been dreading to do the hair since thats gonna be one of the hardest parts fkdsdfl #i want to split it in a way where it will (hopefully) work with most horns without looking weird #& ive also been going into different game ccs to check where the biggest overlap for hairstyles and types of tattoos etc are #to add those too #also need to figure out if i can put in hair that goes from the back over the shoulder without weird clipping #or if i can split the back part of some of the horns to work with hair and headwear better #(for which the first step is figuring out if i can remove a layer from an existing part without fucking it up lol)#and also if i can make horns with different bases/shapes since rn them working relies on the base being the same

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chevvy-yates · 1 month

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15 LINES

Rules: Post 15 lines (or less) of character dialog. You can include context for the scene if you wish!

Got tagged by @ouroboros-hideout, danki! <3

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“Ik ben eerlijk: I liked that vluchtige kus we shared a-and i-ik find je leuk, Ry. Probably more as— a friend is supposed to do?”

“The moon is the closest piece of our solar system and our universe beyond ourselves.”

“See, I craved taking a cool shower all day, but—” he bends forward, moving his right arm so, his hand can reach the faucet, turning the shower back on, almost whispering into Arki’s ear “—taking a hot one now actually sounds more appealin'.”

“Technoise just gives these prolonged periods of partly extreme tension that builds toward a climax resulting in euphoria and bliss.”

“V-San—” Hizumi gasps a bit out of breath, Sandevistan deactivated, “—can you relocate that runner?”

Scharfenberg will never forget their faces. Sheer agony as they bled out. “The one who got me that claw present? I turned him into something … unidentifiable.”

“Ik hou van jou.”

“People dyin’ of old age should be legends instead, not some young gonks who don’t make anythin’ remarkable.”

“Herrgott, V! Didn’t expect you to be that naïve — Everyone can claim that!”

“I didn’t leave this sick Corpo shit of a family years ago to continue to stay chained by some fucking netlord thinking it is funny to play with me like I am its dog that bites on command!”

“Your ‘lil bunker here is better walled off than the NCPD interrogation room.” Jay lets out a tiny laugh.

“C’mon, I’ll walk a moment with ya into the doll’s direction until Ry finds a window to get into the room.”

“Thought you’d look better by now but you’re still pale as fuck.”

“I’m not alright — I’M A THREAD TO EVERYONE. EIN SCHEISS CYBERPSYCHO!”

“This brought me back to my feet to do what I’m good at! I had a purpose, a goal, something to do, something challenging: Protect the team. Protect … you.”

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tagging: @gloryride, @nervouswizardcycle, @astarionhistears, @elvenbeard, @wraithsoutlaws and everyone reading this who writes.

Also sorry if you have been tagged already or if you do not write. no pressure!

#tag game #writing lines #sorry I was unable here and there unable to let is stay only one line #I tend to make more short sentences so it reads hopefully better #I think you can find out easily who is eho in most of them (where is no further description of the action)#and yes I LOVE and I am OBSESSED with it when Thyjs throws in Dutch #i don't know if its right al lthe timebut I trust the translator fully XD #also need to write more Jay indeed *looking at you Glory* we need to start XD

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saveandreset · 7 months

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Underverse 0.7 part 2 spoilers!

Just a bunch of pics of my absolute fave

Such good scenes!!!! I've spent waaaay too long screenshotting each scene XD

Heh spooked, ah the little jump sans did XD

Ah brings back lovely memories for him, oof

Also these two!!!! Pointing at the original artstyle! Second for the regular in Aftertale and the first for that fight scene towards the end

Also the family!

And oooooh yes

#Him having a calm and peaceful life on the surface with his family is very important to me XD #ah I love #and i just love how he seemed to notice xgaster and maybe ink is just #ah #geno sans #underverse 0.7 part 2 #underverse #cross sans #this is just so i can store my pics somewhere #next post is gonna be fatal #as soon as I've rewatched that fight scene a million times #and gotten my screenshots from it XD #ok small edit for hopefully better pics and added a few more #mypost

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comickergirl · 2 years

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The Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow trade is out this week, so I finally finished up an idea I’ve had ever since issue 2 dropped...last summer??? XD Anyways. My sincere apologies to any Japanese speakers, the translations are probably a hot mess. XD

#my art #dc comics #supergirl: woman of tomorrow #supergirl #kara zor el #ruthye #ghibli #my neighbor totoro #mashup #(a quick note: the title isn't a direct translation of 'woman of tomorrow'#it *hopefully* is something closer to Future Girl or Future Girls #because I drew Kara younger here #to better match the whole...Totoro vibe XD)

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transmascmion · 7 months

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Wanted to try drawing the Higurashi characters ^3^ so here’s my alcoholic 12 y/o daughter 👍

#higurashi #my art #rika furude #wtc #I know it’s not very good I’ll make better ones later (hopefully XD)#tw alcohol #someone please GET HER SOME HELP 😭😭

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batt00ny · 14 days

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MANAGER LOSERS' BRACKET, COMPLETE!

Congratulations, High Roller!!!

ROUND 1 Match 1: Mint Supervisor vs. SADS THE SKELECOG Match 2: COUNT ERFIT vs. Head Attorney Match 3: Public Relations Representative vs. FIRESTARTER Match 4: SCAPEGOAT vs. Redd 'Heir' Wing Match 5: Club President vs. HIGH ROLLER Match 6: FACTORY FOREMAN vs. Clerk Match 7: SATELLITE INVESTORS vs. Director of Public Relations Match 8: CASE MANAGER vs. Derrick Hand Match 9: DIRECTOR OF PUBLIC AFFAIRS vs. Director of Land Acquisition Match 10: COUNT ERCLAIM vs. Litigator

ROUND 2 Match 1: Sads the Skelecog vs. COUNT ERFIT Match 2: FIRESTARTER vs. Scapegoat Match 3: HIGH ROLLER vs. Factory Foreman Match 4: Satellite Investors vs. CASE MANAGER Match 5: Director of Public Affairs vs. COUNT ERCLAIM

ROUND 3 Match 1: Count Erfit vs. FIRESTARTER Revival: Derrick Hand, Director of Public Affairs, Director of Public Relations, Head Attorney, Litigator, Mint Supervisor, PUBLIC RELATIONS REPRESENTATIVE, Redd 'Heir' Wing, Sads the Skelecog, or Satellite Investors Match 2: HIGH ROLLER vs. Case Manager Match 3: Count Erclaim vs. PUBLIC RELATIONS REPRESENTATIVE

ROUND 4 Revival: Count Erclaim, Derrick Hand, Director of Public Affairs, Director of Public Relations, Head Attorney, LITIGATOR, Mint Supervisor, Redd 'Heir' Wing, Sads the Skelecog, or Sads the Skelecog Match 1: Firestarter vs. HIGH ROLLER Match 2: PUBLIC RELATIONS REPRESENTATIVE vs. Litigator

ROUND 5 Finale: HIGH ROLLER vs. Public Relations Representative

#gif #toonblr #toontag #toontown corporate clash #ttcc #ttcc managers #tumblr polls #poll bracket #poll results #ttcc managers losers bracket #BATT00NY POLLS #im sorry this took SO long!! i had my first & second semesters of college & WROW #i had no time management skills XD #hopefully i get better next sem!!

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unexpectedstormy · 3 months

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Hi! how are you?

Hi. Not too bad. Recovering from a week of studying, a meltdown, headache and a midterm (went fine this morning). Got to meet my brother's new girlfriend so that was nice. I told myself I could take the rest of the day off of schoolwork. Probably will go to the grocery store. Might go to goodwill and look for a new sweater that isn't black.

#the girlfriend is trans so it's nice that she's in the know about queer stuff #so I can freely be me around her #I have too much black in my wardrobe #it makes me seem a lot more edgy than I am XD #thank you for asking #it's been a week #but hopefully it'll be better this week

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cuubism · 2 years

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an extremely chaotic collaborative Dreamling playlist that makes me question whether we all even watched the same show

YOUTUBE // SPOTIFY

Tracklist, by year:

an actually readable version of the tracklist is below the cut.

@merytsetesh, @thecosmerekid, @everythings-aces, @flyingfishtailoutpost1, @smallboyonherbike, @ghostboyjules, @reallyintoscience, @puzzleshipper, @lemurianstarship, @sunshines-fabulous-legs, @five-and-dimes, @thranduilland, @nightofheart, @bluetea2206, @thatonetimetraveller and anons thank you for your contribution in making the world worse

(actually tho. this has been a blast. you all made my week. i love you ❤)

1389 Kite // Castle of Sand Voxtrot // Missing Pieces Ben Howard // Call Me Maybe (Cover) Kesha // Finding You Taylor Swift // Love Story (BARDCORE)

1489 Kite // Up for Life Oh Wonder // Ultralife Galantis // Bones The Score // Oh My Love Depeche Mode // Strangelove Florence + the Machine // Heartlines Sophie B. Hawkins // Damn I Wish I Was Your Lover

1589 Dalida // Les temps des fleurs Oh Wonder // Heavy Dayglow // Dear Friend, Katy Perry // The One That Got Away (80s Remix) Voxtrot // Raised By Wolves R.E.M. // Losing My Religion Kiesza // What Is Love (Cover) Linkin Park // Numb (80s Remix)

1689 Anais Mitchell // Bright Star Hooverphonic // Eden Tchaikovsky // The Garland Waltz NightLab // The Measure of Things Sleeping At Last // Two Voxtrot // Every Day

1789 King Gizzard & the Lizard Wizard // Yours Animotion // Obsession The Killers // When You Were Young The Cure // More Than This Imogen Heap // Goodnight and Go Aram Khachaturian // Masquerade Suite

1889 MALINDA // How Dare You Moody Blues // Nights in White Satin leo. // despair Phil Collins // Against All Odds Kodaline // High Hopes Hozier // It Will Come Back Live // Meltdown

1989 Sam Tinnesz // Far From Home Luc Arbogast // Ja Nuns Hons Pris (Cover) Heart // Alone Sam Smith // Make It To Me Air Supply // All Out of Love Blondie // Dreaming

2022 The Script // The Man Who Can't Be Moved Sir Sly // Too Far Gone P!nk // Whataya Want From Me Waitress the Musical // A Soft Place to Land Florence + The Machine // Heavy in Your Arms Modern English // I Melt With You Bob Dylan // Make You Feel My Love

#why yes i DID intentionally pick the worst possible fonts!#i can't decide if we should all be proud or ashamed of this #and i think i actually made it worse by ordering it. like i ordered and categorized by year and i'm 90% sure that was a dis-improvment #possibly better listened to on shuffle XD #the 1789 section is unequivocally my favorite followed by 1589 XD and listen u may say why are there 80s songs there?#well was that not ALSO an 80s??? also it's just funny #dreamling songs #dreamling #also hope you enjoy the extremely hideous cover! :D i worked incredibly hard on it #hopefully didn't forget any songs! or tags! but i probably did.#ok tho actually. much of the chaos of this is my fault. i just started replying to people with the wildest songs i could think of #and here we are #can't lie i am. obsessed with the 1889 font which is just called 'bloody'#and the 2022 font is called Loved By The King :')#and the 1389 font is called Dearest!#love language: obscure fonts

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Gale, 1, 2, 3, 4 and 19

(Character Ask Meme)

Ooh. I feel like I don't talk about Gale much. :O

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

I think Gale has an interestingly complex series of outcomes in the game (there's a fairly wide range of discrepancy between "college professor" and "god" although I've known some college professors that didn't think so XD ). His characterization is interesting, too, because it's a really tangled mix of hubris and insecurity, arrogance and self-deprecation. And his relationship with Mystra makes me want to put him somewhere safe out of her reach forever.

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

Gale's diction is super fun to listen to and to write. (I've described writing Gale's character as - write what you want him to say, and then go back and add extra words everywhere unnecessarily. XD ) He clearly really enjoys language and his own use of it on a level completely separate from its usage in verbal spellcasting. (This could be also described as enjoying the sound of his own voice, which is also probably true. XD But he likes an elegant turn of phrase and I love that for him.)

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

Mystra. Mystraaaaaa. [shakes fist] Gale has been treated very badly and it really is kind of heart-wrenching to realize how thoroughly he's internalized his relationship with his goddess as a normal thing even when it clearly is not.

(I'm taking "least favorite" here to mean - thing I think was least good for him in-universe. I think his growth around how Mystra treated him and how he can learn (or fail to learn, or overcompensate in trying to learn) how to exist separate from her is a very good story in a Doylist sense.)

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

Hm. Other wizard-related fiction. Let's put him in Ursula LeGuin's Earthsea trilogy. :D I would be interested to see Gale's take on the magic in that realm, its intrinsic ties with the true names of things. Kind of hooks in with his enjoyment of language as mentioned above.

19. How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?

Again, taking "don't like" here to mean - in-universe not good for him. I don't think Elminster is actually a good influence on him. (I'm not sure if this is a hot take or not; my mutuals who are more in the Gale sphere than me can weigh in.) Elminster and Gale clearly consider each other friends, but given Elminster's stature there's still a distinct power imbalance there. I think I read (not sure if this is fanon or canon) that Elminster was the one responsible for headhunting Gale into Mystra's service originally; it definitely is canon, too, that Elminster had his own relationship with Mystra and thinks Gale getting back in her good graces is the best thing for him, which I think we can all agree it is not.

(I don't think Elminster's a bad character though; I've mentioned before that I think it's interesting that he's being framed as a more fallible and less omniscient individual than he was in the previous games.)

#ask meme #i follow a lot of people who are way more gale-expert than me so hopefully none of this feels too off the mark XD #also god i'm always so bad at coming up with 'things i don't like' XD #i have this problem in my work 1-1s too #my boss'll be like “so what are some issues we as a team could work on and do better”#and my completely honest response is “idk i think everyone's great and i'm quite happy just pushing along”#i think i'm just very hard to annoy XD

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