#here's hoping they got a bunch of dogs in the future

[upheavalofmemory]

pick a pile || future spouse/lover letter!

I am someone personally who tends to find comfort in these types of readings, so I hope someone here can find the same comfort.

Keep in mind that I am still a beginner, not even quite sure if I have abilities, so I will say that this is mostly for entertainment only, but if it resonates with you, it resonates.

I will be using tarot as a guide and leave the rest for whatever is told to me. Keep in mind I won't be editing the written portions, just the portions that I write myself from my intuition and the cards, everything else is raw and unedited.

pick a pile! webkinz dog inspired <3

masterlist

Pile 1

Wow, they have a lot to say I think.

"Hello, dear (a faint chuckling in the background),

my sweetheart, my beloved. My beloved, I can see you, you are not too far away. Do you miss me? I hope you do, I miss you, I miss you the most. How are you? fine? I'm glad of it. You are stronger than you think, you know, that is why i love and adore you. five years ago, I never thought I would meet someone like you, and here we are today. finally you are here, with me, in my arms, something i never expected to be saying. finally finally finally. there's something about you- there's so much about you that i adore. i cant approach you yet. look at you in your elegance, absolutely a marvel and me? i am just a peasant boy, waking and quaking in your presence. will you do me a favor? don't let someone else sweep you off your feet just yet, i promise that when i get my confidence up and my ducks in a row, marbles in a bunch. it will be soon! I promise. i promise i promise i promise, for your sake and mine we need to meet soon! maybe i hope so, I'm not sure.

anyways i do love you, see you soon.

yours forever. "

I believe that this is from their future self. They are fiery and loving and they love you so much. They may be very nervous in your presence but they want you to know that YOU and only you cause that nervousness, it's like they are a shipwreck when they are around you. You give them anxiety and butterflies! They give off very anxious energy, they just want to keep repeating how much they love you. They'll shake your whole body and shout it from the rooftops and the tops of mountains, only you do this to them. They love you they love you they love you, they really do. I have a feeling that they don't express this verbally but they think it so much and they don't want you to doubt their appreciation.

pile 2

I had to do pile 3 before this one.

"Hi baby <3

My adoration, a mirage of all things beautiful and concrete. Except you're real of course! My beloved baby, how are you? Dazzling, as always. A fortress that cannot be torn down, stopped, or blocked, an absolute unit! (laughter here) I love you, you know? You're funny as hell and I'm glad to be with you. My every wish was granted, would you look at that? I guess the universe really is some unstoppable force, except when it comes to you, it bends for you I guess, like you've got some magic powers? But nothing will stop how I feel for you. You are mine. Alllll mine (hearing Stingy saying "mine mine mine"). Sorry I'm clingy, you know I am though and sometimes you tell me that I need to let go a little bit, which is okay, I can give you a little space sometimes, but I'm still stuck to you like a leech, head over heels! My final resting place will be just in your arms, perfect just how I wanted. God, this is like a school essay. Sorry, this is supposed to be romantic, but maybe it can be funny too? I don't know, sorry, I'm being stupid & silly with you but I think you don't care so it doesn't matter anyway. We are so different but we are so good together yk? Two peas of a pod...except maybe we are two different peas, maybe I'm spike-y, lol! Or no, you're probably the spike-y one, okay I'll stop. But my lovely, I'm glad to talk to you. You're such a good friend to me, how do you put up with me? I'll never know, I can barely put up with myself. Have you ever heard that humans think they're ugly because they get used to themselves and their faces? Maybe that is me, maybe I'm just insecure and you see something magical in me, just like I see it in you. Maybe you feel the same way about yourself and you don't tell me, which makes me sad, but you know you can tell me and I wont push it. I love you ok? stay hydrated and things, do the work, have fun, live your life, whatever bye.

okay i'll give you a proper goodbye, a hug and a kiss on the cheek, a proper smooch maybe? no? okay fine. bye my love, see you in the afterlife... JK!!!! I'm not dead hehe>>, okay sorry bye. nonon wait, okay never mind yeah I'm done now, bye." *phone click*

They have a hard time saying goodbye to you, they never want to stop talking to you. I remember another reading on here (sorry I cannot remember which one or who) describing someone as a "down bad loverboy/girl" and that's what I'm getting for you (if someone knows which reading I'm talking about, please send it to me so I can link it here !!). they are cute. you guys might be long distance in the beginning, which is why i got the phone click. but whatever it is, they love uuuuuuu ok? "to the moon and back."

pile 3

"Hello. (I hear a very deep masculine voice here, very prominent) If I've ever seen such a beautiful soul, no soul could be no more beautiful than yours. No sun could shine brighter than the way your eyes light up, nothing can take that away from me- that appreciation I have for you and your beauty. You radiate, you know? I love that. You radiate like the sun, shining brightly and me being the humble man I am, simply adoring you from below. They say that if you look into the sun, you will go blind, but I would gladly go blind for you my love, because you are blinding and I would rather have you seared into the back of my eyeballs and in my mind as the last thing I've ever seen than to never see you again. Everything is for you, always for you, just for you. Why did you go so soon? We barely had begun our journey and you were off again on your great quest for such knowledge I can never give you. I wish I could give you everything but I cannot, only you can do that for yourself and I will let you- I mean, I don't control you. You're free to do whatever you want, I support you, I just miss you..a lot. more than I admit it. Come home safely, bring me a souvenir? The pretty kind, the beautiful kind, but none will be as beautiful as you are; they're only beautiful because they've been touched by the hands of the angel on earth.

hands I am glad to hold one day, hands I will gladly hold forever.

yours,

fs."

Once again, I got very masculine energy from the beginning. They may be very masculine, I'm seeing mostly a male here. It can be the other way around, or really any gender, but that's what I'm seeing here. They're very....formal? Cut edge, straight to the point. They're good with words, they like using them (I just heard "In more ways than one" :I, that was meant to be sexual but I don't do 18+ readings so they can shut it, haha!). They like you a lot, they think you're amazing and personally lovable (lovable just for them and only them, perfect match, a match made in heaven). They encourage your adventures and your thirst for knowledge, the need to explore, although they may not be able to come with you. They root for you on the sidelines though and may provide financial assistance for you to accomplish your dreams. I'm getting older businessman vibes from this, specifically getting a white older 'gentleman' with brown hair and a very thick beard? that might be someone's person, their name might be Micheal with their last name beginning with an R, very specific.

pile 4

TRIGGER WARNING; d3ath, self-loathing, overall a very depressing & heavy energy.

If you aren't comfortable with these things, here is a quick overview minus the heavier topics.

Your future spouse is going through a lot right now. They may be in a depressed and detached state, they might be a player but it isn't something they enjoy. They need time, they don't believe you exist at this moment. Their energy is very sad and dark, although if they don't change, someone else will take their place as your future lover. The lessons they need to learn are important and you should also take your own lessons seriously.

"introducing... you, my beloved lover!

one of three, hehe. or maybe not, maybe you are the one. i don't know why you would think i am the one, did i make you think that? I'm not that good of a person, you know? people toss me to the side and use me like a puppet, toy on a string. i want you so badly...no, i just want someone. have you ever seen those cute movies with cute couples doing cute things? i would love that to be me and someone, someone out there maybe. but maybe I'm not meant for that, I'm not sure. maybe I'm meant to be a plaything and a lesson and eventually end up in a dumpster somewhere (wow wtf?), not from dying though, just being trash i guess. i'd rather not die. i mean, i don't know anymore. if you're real, can you come get me? pick me up? carry me away, safe in your arms? but there's no guarantees though, I'll probably kick and thrash and be toxic and make you feel lonely for a while and I'm sorry. but i promise I'll be yours one day, let me just get it out of my system. or maybe you don't care? i don't know. I'm tired of people pretending to care, if you don't actually care, maybe it's your actual emotions about me. maybe I'm projecting, I'm sorry. i love you. but this is empty. empty love, no cup to pour from. maybe there's someone else for you out there, maybe i need to find myself first.

-someone new."

oh, this got sad and dark :(? sensing that this is current energy, they're in a bad place. sorry for the sad reading pile 4,if you were expecting something happier & lighter-hearted. i hope you can love your fs in the future for all of the shit they have to go through. they'll be better when they get to you, the universe will make sure of it and if they aren't then someone new will come and take their place for them, they're willing to let the spot go because they know you deserve the best.

they do want you to know that lessons are important.

#pick a card #tarot reading #oracle reading #pac #pac tarot #pick a picture #pac reading #tarot pac #pick a pile reading #love tarot free #love reading #fs reading #future spouse tarot #future spouse pac #future spouse pick a card #upheavalofmemory #uomTAROT

[imagine-knowing-a-name]

Jeff Fictional Universe (JFU) Headcanons

A/N: Hi everyone! I'm on holiday at the moment and don't have too much time for writing, but my next fic is close to being finished and here's this in the meantime: it's a bunch of my headcanons about Jeff the Landshark that haven't explicitly made it into my JFU fics yet.

Send me an ask if you have any of your own headcanons about Jeff, I'd love to hear them and see if they'll fit into future stories! Have a good day y'all and I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: vague mentions of death, not proofread.

➼ Jeff was experimented on by MODOK. This one is pretty canon to Jeff’s official comics since MODOK officially created the land sharks, but in my mind, it went a lot deeper than that. Jeff doesn’t really remember any of it, nor does it affect him anymore, but he’ll still get a bit nervous in lab environments and snap at people who get too intrusive, even if he doesn’t know why he does that.

➼ He’s a mix of a bunch of animals – a shark most obviously, but he has the behaviour of dogs/cats and the toe count of guinea pigs, to name a few.

➼ Jeff understands every language, but he can only speak his own. He doesn’t expect anyone to speak his language because of this, but he can get frustrated that they don’t even understand his language. Especially with Natasha.

➼ When you first got the ability to speak to animals in the JFU, Jeff was the first animal you could understand, but you had gotten so used to answering Jeff’s mrrrs with random assumptions that you didn’t even notice. Jeff also didn’t notice because you had actually been fairly good at guessing what he wanted. It was only after a few days and a long speech by Jeff that you both had the moment of realisation.

➼ Jeff cannot read; you and Natasha have tried to teach him but to no avail. It became a challenge between the Avengers that anyone who teaches Jeff to read would win. Tony got closest to winning, but you later realised that Jeff was just reciting a section of the book which Tony had taught him to memorise, and he still couldn’t read anything else. Bruce decides that Jeff is just biologically incapable of reading full words.

➼ Despite this, Jeff can write a few short words/phrases; mainly his, yours, and Natasha’s names.

➼ Even if he can’t read words, Jeff understands all the letters of the alphabet individually and is convinced that the letter ‘E’ is written backwards (Ǝ). Any attempts to correct this are met with a scolding from that land shark and a lesson on how to ‘write it properly’.

➼ Somehow, Jeff has even set his phone keyboard to have a backwards E. Nobody is sure how he managed this, or even why he changed it, since he types in his own language and only uses the letters ‘m’ and ‘r’.

➼ He will sometimes ‘correct’ Natasha and your mission notes to have ‘the proper Ǝ’ because he doesn’t want you to look bad or be embarrassed. This leads to Maria Hill and Fury sometimes even writing their Es backwards since they’re so used to seeing it and reading it as if it were normal.

➼ On the topic of Jeff’s mental abilities: Jeff can only count to 4, since he has 4 fingers on his front hands (he only has 3 toes on his back feet, but that’s another matter – see ‘Class Pet’ for Jeff’s reaction to this information)

➼ If Jeff tries to count above 4, he reverts back to 1. This has led to some issues when you asked Jeff to scout out how many soldiers there were during a mission (Jeff had stowed away, but he was put to good(?) use). You went out expecting an easy fight, only to be confronted by 13 soldiers and a realisation that Jeff cannot count.

➼ There aren’t many foods that Jeff won’t eat; he’ll happily root through the trash for an extra snack, however, Natasha cooked for him once and that is where he draws the line. He immediately taught himself how to cook and he is excellent at it, and will often step in to cook when Natasha says she will (much to your relief). He is not so good at cleaning up after himself – but you leave that chore to Natasha.

➼ Sharks have some understanding of what Jeff is saying when he swims with them, but he has a ‘land accent’ and sometimes they find it easier for you to translate for Jeff, much to his annoyance.

➼ Jeff hopes to find other landsharks like him one day… little does he know that he’s the last of his kind. The others attacked civilians in an invasion orchestrated by MODOK and were put down by the Avengers; Jeff was saved by being the runt of the litter and was left in his cage rather than being sent out with the others.

400 year old Jeff headcanons (these aren’t all canon to the JFU, but it’s a fun version of Jeff that @wolferine and I brainstormed in discord.)

➼ Jeff is 400 years old but nobody believes him; they even go as far as to call him a baby constantly since his appearance has never changed.

➼ He was kicked out of the landshark group because he ate all their food. Jeff is exceptionally hungry for a landshark. He spent some time in the sea after that and befriended the oldest greenland shark, who was still just a pup like Jeff at the time.

➼ Jeff still goes to visit his friend from time to time, glad to have had someone with him for his whole existence.

➼ When you and Natasha take Jeff in, it is the first time in his 400 years of life where he has been content to settle with a family for their entire lifetimes. The Avengers promise that their children will look after Jeff when they’re gone, like a tortoise (once they realise Jeff isn’t a baby).

➼ Jeff replies to any scolding with ‘I’m older than you’ or ‘respect your elders’, much to Steve’s annoyance because that’s usually his line, but now he’s being called a youth by a tiny, round, short legged shark.

➼ The other Avengers expect Jeff to scold Thor when he comes to Earth and calls Jeff a baby on their first meeting, but to their surprise, he just accepts it. Jeff mentions later on that he met Thor roughly 350 years before during a battle on Earth. Thor doesn’t believe Jeff is that old until he finds a portrait of the battle back on Asgard, and spots a familiar landshark in the drawing; he still doesn’t believe it can be Jeff and assumes it is just Jeff’s ancestor, so Jeff bites him in annoyance – that spurs a memory and Thor suddenly realises that it was Jeff who fought in battle with him (because Jeff had accidentally bitten Thor in the heat of the battle, and he’s been bitten by so many creatures in his life that he instantly recognises the landshark bite.)

Jeff taglist: @unexpected-character @wolferine

#jeff the landshark #jeff the land shark #avengers fanfiction #reader insert #ikan writes #jeff the land shark & reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader & jeff the land shark #marvel #mcu

[asexualbuthorny]

Oh god getting reborn as a hybrid fucked me up pt. 2

CW: abuse, general hybrid shennanigans, future nsfw, comfort, doubt, big boi is a touchstarved mf, i wrote this on my phone so the formating went to shit, enjoy

You've been at this shelter for a while now. People came and went but none wanted anything to do with you. The moment they saw that you were in a fighting ring the humans would briskly walk away from your pen. The fact that rottweilers were seen as agressive and brutish didn't help your situation. The scars on your body only amplified the fact that you were of the fighting sort. You were really tired of this game. You'd sometimes ask when they would finally put you down but the workers only smiled sadly and kept telling you that that wouldn't happen and that you were safe. What a bunch of liars.....

It was the start of another day at the shelter. You ate breakfast (the most delicious thing you've ever tasted) and began your people watching. Humans came and went, some hybrids ended up getting adopted, good for them you say. As you were lazing around a shadow suddenly appeared by the gate of your kennel. It was a human. The fear that was trained into you by previous owners made you instantly tense up and huddle in the furthest corner away from the person. "Awwww look at you. Such a big boy. Don't be shy I won't hurt you come come" the human becons you with a small motion of his hand. What are you supposed to do? Humans usually don't try to talk to you much less touch you. You looked around for one of the workers to come stop the man but noone was around to help you out of this situation. When you looked at the mans outstreched hand you remembered that your second owner would sometimes grab you by the cheeks to intimidate you. Was that what was happening here? You didn't know why this human wanted to scare you but you were too trained and scared to not comply. So with some hesitation you put your chin on top of the palm of his hand and waited for what would happen next.

Rozinth Valentina has been lonely for a long time now. Suddenly becoming richer than he could ever imagine left him with a rather large condo and more money than he could ever know what to do with. Hybrids had become a huge trend over the recent yearsand as much as Rozinth disliked the idea he found himself at one of the many hybrid shelters. 'If I'm going to get a hybrid at least I'm not going to pay those assholes who breed them' the young man thought as he stepped through the doors. The first thing that caught his eye was a giant rottweiler hybrid laying in the rays of the sun that were streaming in through one of the windows. 'He is absolutely..... ADORABLE!!!!' Rozinth internally squealed as he walked over to the kennel containing his future friend. The man saw a simple clipboard hanging on the door and took it off to examine it....

'Oh poor dear he's been through so much'. To say Rozinth was upset would have been an understatement. The amount of abuse the poor hybrid has suffered almost made him sick. Then the hybrids eyes were on him and the man could do nothing but watch as the teriffied hybrid scrambled to get as far away from him as possible. Now that was heartbreaking. Rozinth tried to call the big dog over but he just continued staring in fear at the human. Rozinth knew he couldn't give up and that this hybrid had to come home with him so he continued trying to get the dog to come to him. Just as Rozinth was begining to loose hope the hybrid laid his chin on the humans open palm and Rozinths heart melted. "You're just a big sweetie aren't you? Yes you're such a good boy!" The young man cooed as he began giving the dog hybrid scritches and pats...

'What is happening? This wasn't supposed to go this way' you thought as the human began petting your head and saying all sorts of praise. 'Did I do something good?' you wondere as you lent further into the gentle hands. If this is what being obedient got you with this guy you wouldn't mind killing and collecting more scars for him. Hell you'd even take a beating with a smile if it meant you got this after. Your enjoyment of the touch didn't last long as a worker came running up to the man and told him to "Please step back and refrain from touching the hybrids so carelessly. They might get spooked and we don't want to get in trouble if you get attacked" The human who was petting you huffed and with an almost incredulous look said "What do you mean attacked? As if this sweet boy could hurt me I mean look at him! He couldn't hurt a fly". The worker looked upset now. They were one you didn't particularly like as they were mean to you and enjoyed annoying you with loud noises. "Couldn't hurt-are you stupid? This thing is from a fighting ring the only thing it knows how to do is hurt!". You recoil at that. It wasn't your fault that the humans forced you to fight and you didn't want to die. The guy who pet you now looked furious. He looked rich so the shelter could get in trouble for insulting a rich guy. You knew their types.....

This-THIS ABSOLUTE ASSHOLE! How could this rando say that about the sweet hybrid. The poor boy was in a fighting ring? GEEE WONDER WHOS FUCKING FAULT IS THAT?! Rozinth decided then and there that he would adopt the poor rottie. "Hmph. I need to speak to the front desk. I have an adoption to make.". Rozinth declared as he marched away from the worker and the hybrid.....

You were standing outside the shelter with the man and you could not believe it. You got adoped by this seemingly gentle human. 'What could he want with me?' you thought as the man lead you to his car. "There we go big guy. I live rather far but the car is comfy so there's nothing to worry about" your new owner said as he got in to drivers side. "If you have any questions feel free to ask" "What do I call you?" you asked quietly because some humans liked having titles and whatnot and you didn't want to call him wrong and end up beaten. "My name is Rozinth" he chirrped and you knew you weren't getting more than that. Guess you're sticking to owner then. Well let's just hope this won't be any worse than all your other owners...

#my story #original work #male reader x male character #my writing #Oh god getting reborn as a hybrid fucked me up #this was written on a phone so if it looks ass deal with it #i wrote this while sitting in phylosophy lectures #hybrid!reader

[lipglossanon]

Hello~!

Sweet stepdad!Leon makes a reappearance 💕 Walking Through A Graveyard was a super cute story~

I love how he’s going along with Reader’s little investigation 😊 Vampire legends are always so cool! I’ve got a couple graveyards by me so maybe I’ll go exploring one day 😌

“A sharp wind gusts around you, tossing dead rose petals into the air and making you shiver.” Oh my~ that’s oddly enchanting 🥀 Nothing more romantic than walking in a graveyard~

Leon is such a dork! We love a corny guy 🤭 (even if I’ve never seen Ernest Scared Stupid 😅)

Amazing job as always~ I read your little comments on my asks and I get all happy 😊 I’m always happy to leave cute little messages 💌

I’m so glad that you’re feeling better! It’s cold today too, so I hope you stay warm~ Wishing you luck on any and all graveyard explorations you may have in the future~ 🧛🪦

-🥭

🥭 anon!! 👋 😊

Aww thanks 🥰 and I love walking around old graveyards! The most recent I visited was the cemetery featured in The Blair Witch (1999) 🤭

I love that line too!! 😍 there’s just something magical about cemeteries 🙈

Oh my gosh!! I have a link to the movie from YouTube here. Be prepared cause it’s hella cheesy but really wholesome. 🤭 💜

Idk how old you are (and not prying!) but back in the 90’s Ernest became a viral hit before that was even a thing.

He was in a bunch of silly commercials and then went on to be in a ton of movies. The actor who plays him, Jim Varney, was a super nice down to earth person (he also voiced Slinky Dog in Toy Story 1 &2 before passing away).

Anyway sorry for the ramble 🤣 I like sharing about stuff I know 😝 (and Ernest Scared Stupid is a classic Halloween movie for me 🤭)

Oh wow that’s so sweet of you!! 😭 💜 thank you for always leaving an ask, I love seeing them 😘

And I hope you keep warm on any graveyard walks you might take 😉

#ask box #🥭 anon #lipglossanon #lipglossanswers #promptober #sweet stepdad!leon s kennedy

[colossal-niamh]

Yo I completely forgot to talk about the rest of the show on here so lighting round of Revolution:

Daniel Garcia vs Christian: pretty good, I get there giving Danny a bit more of a title chase but also I’d rather he just win the belt first try to show how far he’s grown

Eddie Kingston vs Bryan Danielson: rocked, Bryan’s locked in strategy giving way to Eddie unparalleled drive ruled. The bomb fest in the middle of the match and Eddie clobbering Dragon with one hand specifically were crazy good

8-man scramble: fine, would have preferred the meat mania match this was originally supposed to be. Wardlow winning is ok too but he’s cooled off a bunch for me since his TNT title runs

Orange Cassidy vs Roderick Strong: really good, sometimes I forget how good Roddy is at blowing dudes’ backs out. That top rope tilt a whirl was sick as hell (also yay Kyle’s back!)

BCC vs FTR: good, probably my least favorite out of their series of matches (the trios match from last week being my fav). Claudio in particular was pulling off some freak shit every few minutes and it ruled

Toni Storm vs Deonna Purrazzo: good, a little underwhelmed cuz I really liked the promo work leading up to this and was hoping for a scrappier outing than what we got. Also hoping for a rematch in the future

Konosuke Takeshita vs Will Ospreay: pretty good, it has a lot of the Ospreayism that I don’t like but MAN Soup was on a whole other level this match. Probably my favorite Takeshita performance in AEW so far

Samoa Joe vs Adam Page vs Swerve Strickland: really good, I’m still on team Hangman is a face but that spot where he beats down Bryce Remsburg to stop the pin was so premo heel shit. Also Joe looked like the fucking man the whole match through, him dog walking both guys at once at the start was spot of the match for me

Sting and Darby Allen vs The Young Bucks: so fucking good, I genuinely don’t know what to say aside from screaming like the world’s most excited baboon. The Sting family ass whooping, the shrugging off a table and 2 finishers, THAT DARBY GLASS BUMP. A perfect end to one of the greatest to ever do it. So long and thanks for all the memories Stinger

Overall: best show AEW’s put on since All In and up there with some of their best shows ever. Obvious best match of the night is Sting’s retirement but honorable runner up Bryan vs Eddie would have taken it any other night

#wrestling #aew #aew revolution

[jaytoons7]

Y'know how when I drew this I said Hazel didn't know Jay was Toppat yet? Here's her figuring out! This is my longest fic yet I worked all morning on it

Notes: Takes place between FtC and CtM. Reginald's currently arrested and RHM's in a coma, Making Sven the current leader. The rocket hasn't been launched yet, But it's nearing its final stages.

Warnings: Gun violence, Gun injury, It's implied that a bunch of government soldiers were killed, Kinda open ending (Might eventually write a continuation though)

“After the disappearance of the Tunisian Diamond a year ago, The museum owners are finally ready to reveal their newest exhibit.” The news lady, Alice Hamilton spoke. “Archaeologists recently found a large topaz in a once forgotten Egyptian tomb. With it’s supposed age and the great condition it was found in, It’s said to be worth nearly 1 billion dollars-”

“HOLY SHIT!!” Jay was sitting in a dorm room eating a snack while watching this news story. He choked on their food and nearly fell off the bed, With Spot running over to make sure he was okay.”

Jay managed to swallow their food and looked over at their dog. “A billion dollars!? Are they serious!?” Spot only wagged his tail in response. “I need to get a better look at this! Maybe I can come up with a heist once I scope out the area. But how am I gonna get closer? The exhibit won’t be officially open for a while-”

Suddenly, Hazel excitedly came into the dorm. “Jay-Jay! I have the most exciting news ever!” Jay looked over at his girlfriend with a smile. “Really? Go on, Tell me!” “Well, Y’know how I wanted to someday cover a big news story?” She began bouncing in place. “Well, The Museum of Natural History and Culture called the news publishers I work with and asked for a private news story about the Egyptian Topaz, And they recommended me for the job!”

Jay ran over and hugged Hazel. “Oh my god, That’s amazing Juni! I’m so happy for you!” Hazel spun around in happiness while still holding Jay, Both now laughing. “They want me to go to the museum tomorrow for an interview with the museum owners.” She then blushed a bit. “So I was wondering, Would you like to come with me? We’ve both been really busy lately and I think it’d be fun to have a day where it’s just the two of us, Kinda like a date.”

Jay perked up at that. Not only would they be able to spend the day with Hazel, But he’d also be able to scope out the new exhibit. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” Hazel kissed Jay’s cheek a few times. “Thank you! Thank you! You’ve just made tomorrow the best day ever!”

Early that next morning, While Hazel was still asleep, Jay called Sven and made him aware that he would be scoping out the topaz exhibit with the hopes of being able to plan a future heist afterwards. Then they got ready for their day out.

Jay and Hazel soon went into the museum, Pointing out a few motorcycles that drove by. The two then went into the in progress Egyptian artifact exhibit, With the topaz being center stage. “Whoa…” Jay looked at it in awe. “It’s even more wonderful up close!” Hazel spoke before taking a picture. “It’s amazing how thousands of years haven’t affected its beauty!”

“I see you’re impressed too.” One of the museum owners walked over to them. “You must be Hazel Juniper, Our journalist for the day.” Hazel went over and shook his hand. “Right sir! I’m gonna be performing some interviews today, If that’s alright with you.” “Of course! I’ll be happy to answer any questions you have.” The owner smiled.

Hazel pulled out her signature notepad and began asking questions, Which the owner happily answered. Jay scoped out the exhibit room for about half an hour until he heard a sound. “Psst…” They looked over and saw Scottie outside of the exhibit room. Jay made sure Hazel and the owner weren’t paying attention before going over to them. “What’s up?”

“Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes.” Scottie whispered. “It’s urgent.” Jay looked back at Hazel before reluctantly nodding in agreement. “Alright. I hope this is important…”

Jay went back over to Hazel. “Hey, I’m gonna go look around the gift shop.” “Oh, Go right ahead. I’ll meet you there after I’m done.” Jay left as Hazel asked her last question. “So, Are you worried about criminals like the Toppat Clan stealing this topaz? It’s only been a year since the Tunisain Diamond was stolen.” She noticed a shift in the owner’s expression.

“Oh you don’t need to worry about that.” He waved the question off. “The security will be doubled by the time the exhibit is ready to open. Nobody will be stealing it.” Hazel wrote down some notes before glancing over at the restroom door and freezing.

She saw Scottie looking around before seeing her. They glared, Pointing two fingers at their eyes, Pointed them at her, and went into the restroom. Hazel remembered her last encounter with Scottie, Learning their role in the Toppat clan. She quickly cleared her throat and faced the museum owner again.

“Well, I think that’s all the questions I have for today. Thank you for your time.” “It was absolutely no problem.” The owner shook her hand. “And if you need me for any reason at all, Don’t be afraid to visit my office.” Hazel smiled and waved as he went back towards his office.

Once he left, She quickly put her notepad in her jacket and tightened her ponytail. “Sorry Jay… I’m afraid the gift shop will have to wait.” She went behind the topaz and crouched down, Effectively hiding herself. The Toppats were up to something, And she was gonna figure out what.

When Scottie entered the bathroom, They were surprised to already see Jay in there. “Huh, You’re a minute early.” “I didn’t wanna seem suspicious.” Jay explained. “Now what exactly did you want? I was spending time with my girlfriend.” “Y’know how you were hoping to plan a future heist after scoping the exhibit out? Well, That heist is gonna have to be now.”

“W-What!? But why!?” “Turns out the Cycle Punks already beat us here.” Scottie explained. “If we don’t get this topaz out now, They’re gonna get their grubby hands on it.” “But I can’t plan a heist on such short notice-” Jay began before Scottie interrupted. “Some other Toppats already came up with what to do on the outside. We just need confirmation on what to do once we get into the exhibit room.”

Jay thought for a second. “The topaz is guarded by plexiglass, So shattering it is out of the question. But if you can somehow bypass that, There’s an easy escape using the fire exit in the former Tunisian artifact exhibit room next door.” 

“Perfect.” Scottie pulled out a communication device and spoke into it. “Make sure the security footage is hacked. Send Ulle in to deal with the guards. And make sure those Punks don’t even think about coming in!” They then hung up. “Now what?” Jay asked. “Now.” Scottie hummed. “We wait.”

Outside of the museum, Ulle stood at the entrance in casual clothing. She cleared her throat before walking in. “Hello ma’am.” A guard greeted her. “Is there any specific exhibit you’re interested in today?” “Oh! I was hoping to see the Egyptian artifact exhibit.” She answered with a smile. “We’re terribly sorry. But that exhibit won’t be open until next month. Perhaps we could show you some of our other fine exhibits?”

Ulle’s smile got toothier. “Actually, I’d like to sing a little song for you guys~”

Back in the restroom, Jay and Scottie waited patiently. After a few minutes, Ulle busted into the bathroom, Holding some trash bags. “I took care of the guards for you guys!” Jay looked at the bags in disgust. “Are they…” “Hm?” She looked at the bags she was holding and giggled. “Oh no no no! That would’ve been way too messy! I just sang them a little lullaby, Poor guys fell right asleep! The bags are for our clothes and weapons.”

She put the bags on the ground. Jay and Scottie looked in them and saw that their clothes and weapons were indeed in there. “Topbot and Burt should be taking care of the footage as we speak.” She hummed. “And the Cycle Punks are nowhere to be seen.” “Then that makes our job easier.” Scottie pulled a butcher knife from their bag. Jay just sighed, How was he gonna explain to Hazel where he ran off to..?

Speaking of Hazel, She was still hiding behind the topaz. She was beginning to get anxious, When were the Toppats gonna strike. As if on cue, Three people wearing top hats entered. Hazel quietly peeked out. 

“Hey, Didn’t you say you were here with your girlfriend?” The one wearing a music note top hat asked. “Yeah, I saw her earlier.” The one wearing a chef hat/top hat combo muttered. “Where did she go?” “She probably just went to the gift shop.” The one wearing a purple top hat answered. “Don’t worry about her, Okay? She won’t get in the way.”

Hazel got a closer look at the one wearing the purple top hat and seemed to recognise them.

“Jay..!?”

As quickly as Hazel said that, A knife was thrown in her direction. She quickly avoided it, Causing it to hit the nearby wall. “I told you to never get involved with Toppat business again Juniper.” Scottie walked over and practically yanked her out of her hiding spot. “But you just couldn’t listen could you?”

“Hey, Leave her alone-” Jay then saw Hazel looking directly at him and froze. They couldn’t read her expression. Was it anger, shock, betrayal? He felt like a deer caught in the headlights, Unable to move, Unable to say anything.

Finally, Hazel was the first one to speak. “You’re… You’re a Toppat..?” Her voice threatened to break then and there. “H-How-”

And as if things couldn’t get any “better”, A sudden explosion blew a hole in the wall nearby. The group turned and saw three Cycle Punks enter through the hole

“We could’ve just walked in the fire exit y’know…” Erin muttered. “The explosion was more fun.” Punkhauser shrugged. “Nevermind that.” Tara huffed. “Let’s just grab the topaz before those Toppats-” She saw the small group already there. “Well… This is awkward…”

“When did you guys get here!?” Ulle gasped. “About two hours ago.” Erin shrugged. “Which means we were here first! That topaz is ours!” “Over our dead bodies!” Scottie growled before pulling out two butcher knives. “We did not come up with a heist on the spot just for you punks to ruin shit!”

Ulle and Scottie began arguing with the Cycle Punks (With Jay still too shocked to move and Hazel trying to get answers) and it was clear that a battle was about to start.

“FREEZE!!” The two groups froze hearing the sudden loud voice. A bunch of government soldiers busted into the room. “Attention all Toppats and Cycle Punks! You’re under arrest for the attempted robbery of the Egyptian Topaz!"

Tara and Scottie glanced at each other. “Temporary truce?” Tara asked. “Temporary truce.” Scottie nodded in agreement. Scottie pulled out their pepper grinder and Tara turned on the gauntlets on her hands, Which glowed pink. The two began attacking the soldiers, With both groups following suit.

Hazel quickly realized that she was in way over her head. So she grabbed Jay and hid back behind the topaz’s stand. Jay got over the shock of what just happened, But they began to hyperventilate. “Oh god, I’m so sorry! None of this was supposed to happen! I wanted to tell you, But I didn’t want you to be in danger and-”

Hazel carefully held Jay’s hands. “Hey hey, Take some deep breaths.” She guided Jay through some deep breathing. “Can you listen to me Jay?” Jay nodded, Tears falling down his face. “Alright. We can worry about all that later, Okay? Right now, We need to focus on getting out of here.” Hazel leaned Jay against her and began carefully walking towards the room’s exit.

Meanwhile, Ulle was using her Meteor Shower attack on several soldiers while Scottie shot at them with their pepper grinder. Tara was punching a few soldiers with her gauntlets before looking over at Scottie. “Hey, You’re doing pretty good!” Scottie blushed at the compliment. “Uh, Thanks. You’re doing good too.”

Out of the corner of their eye, They saw a bullet firing straight towards Tara. “LOOK OUT!!” Scottie ran right in front of her, Causing the bullet to hit their side, Falling onto the ground unconscious. “SCOTTIE!” Tara punched the soldier who fired at them before kneeling down to inspect the wound. “O-Oh god! Scottie, Please! You’ve gotta wake up!” She also looked over at Erin and Punkhauser, Who were beginning to struggle. “No no… This is really bad..!”

Ulle’s voice was beginning to strain from her attacks. Suddenly, A soldier hit her against a wall, Causing her head to bleed. “End of the line Toppat!” Ulle tried to sing, But her voice had died out from the usage. She shook as she realized she was completely cornered.

Jay and Hazel were almost at the exit when they were suddenly stopped by some soldiers. “Ma’am, We’re gonna need you to step away from that Toppat so we can take them into custody.” Hazel wrapped her arms around Jay. “You ain’t taking him anywhere!”

Jay looked around at the battle going on around them, Seeing that his friends were hurt, Seeing Hazel arguing with the soldiers. His head began to hurt, He couldn’t take it anymore.

Their eyes suddenly glowed blue. An explosion of fire escaped him, Causing both Hazel and the soldiers to be knocked back. The blue fox came out, Which Hazel looked at in awe. The fox threw the soldiers to the side before running towards the battle.

The fox was completely relentless. It first disposed of the soldiers attacking Erin and Punkhauser. It then jumped in front of Ulle and roared at the soldiers attacking her, Scaring them off. Finally, It breathed fire at the group of soldiers coming towards Scottie and Tara. Any remaining soldiers retreated, Not wanting to fight this terrifying new threat.

It was like watching a trainwreck, Hazel couldn’t look away from the chaos the blue fox was causing. She finally glanced over at Jay, Who was standing with an emotionless expression. She quickly stood up and ran over to them. “Jay! Are you alright!?” Jay didn’t answer, He kept the same expression with tears streaming down their face.

“J-Jay? C’mon, Snap out of it!” Tears fell down her face. Jay looked over at her, Voice echoing. “Hazel..?” His eyes stopped glowing and he nearly fell over. Hazel caught them and realized they fell unconscious. The blue fox disappeared shortly afterwards.

Tara and Ulle quickly leaned Scottie against them, Walking them towards where Jay and Hazel were. Erin and Punkhauser followed after. “Hazel, Are you okay?” Tara asked. “Y-Yeah I- Wait, You’re a Cycle Punk!?” Tara nervously laughed. “Y-yeah… Sorry…” “Nevermind, We can talk about that once we get back to our dorm! Right now, Jay passed out and Scottie got shot!” 

“Ulle’s voice is completely fried too..” Tara added. “And that’s not even mentioning Erin and Punkhauser’s injuries…” “Hey, We’re fine!” Punkhauser insisted before wincing in pain. “Yeah… Completely fine…” Erin sarcastically replied.

Before the two girls could figure out what to do, A few Toppats suddenly entered the room, Sven being one of them. “What on earth-” He saw the completely destroyed room and injured people. “Herregud…”

#the henry stickmin collection #thsc #thsc oc #jay benson #hazel juniper #scottie anderson #tara sammson #ulle meadows #erin houston #punkhauser #sven svensson #jay writes

[anincompletelist]

Hi Sarah! 15, 17, 33, and 37 for the ask meme if you're feeling up to it. Hope you're doing well 💜

HI FRIEND! :D I am definitely feeling a little worn out but having fun answering some of these before bed :) I hope you've had a lovely day today!

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15: Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

oh absolutely. most of my reading is non-fiction psych books and/or poetry, so there are all sorts of feelings that must be written down expeditiously usually, and if I write in a notebook instead then the two get separated inevitably so I've found it much easier to write right there on the page. I love making a book my own and making it feel 'lived in'. looking back one day and being like hey! this made me feel things!! so much so that I had to write it down or highlight it or circle it or earmark the page to come back to again and again! I LOVE. (I do not, however, read in the bathtub because I have anxiety and am far too afraid I will drop it in the water on accident ksjhdk)

17: Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

as we all know, I have an unholy amount of wips in the docs currently but I feel like my 'main' wip is bridesmaids, which is concluding at the end of this month! it definitely has more lore than most of my other fics do thanks to a bunch of the characters being originals! when I outlined for this fic I had pages of background info for each of the characters and how it affects their behaviors and ties into the major plot points, but a lot of those details got cut as the fic crossed 100k and I didn't want to include a bunch of lore that wasn't directly relevant to our main characters/pairing. but the little found family in this fic is so special to me and if anyone's ever interested (or maybe if I do another fic set in this verse one day?) I'd love to delve into the original characters a bit more! they have tons of quirks and little details that are so much fun hehehehe

33: Do you practice any other art besides writing? Does that art ever tie into your writing, or is it entirely separate?

I will do literally anything creative even if I am not good at it ksjhkdh I love to create! I've tried a bit of everything here and there, but I regularly enjoy photography, painting, and occasionally drawing! if poetry counts, I have written poems for fics, both in posted works and some upcoming ones, but other than that I've yet to have any of these crossover!

37: If you were to be remembered only by the words you’ve put on the page, what would future historians think of you?

ooooh what a good question!

ideally, I think I'd like some of the main takeaways to be that I felt deeply, did not shy away from hard or emotionally nuanced topics but always managed to find a bright spot within them, that ultimately leaves people walking away from my work feeling seen, validated, and/or inspired.

realistically, they might stick me in a textbook under the category 'words that should have been said to a therapist that have instead been immortalized on ao3 [tags include: emotional hurt/comfort, shameless smut]' SKJDHSKJDHSJH we out here!

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[send me a weird question for writers or reblog to play along yourself!]

#about me #ask #wips

[freemindedspirit]

why you don't do bts future spouse readings?

I’ve been waiting for forever for someone to ask me this

The answer is quite complex, so bear with me here.

Within the space of my own values, I don’t think I’d be able to do an accurate BTS fs reading, because I don’t believe this kind of energy is reachable for everyone.I don’t think everyone has a future spouse written in fate,waiting for them somewhere.There is a whole system of thought, called amatonormativity, where the only and best way to be happy si to have a family with a romantic monogamous partnership and kids, and this system of thought just makes us assume this is not only right for everyone but the best and only happiness for every single one of us,that any other ending wouldn’t be a happy one.This ends up discriminating polyamourous, asexual,aromantic,childfree people,but also in general people who end up single and unmarried after a certain age.It’s the reason why people are so scared of single life,while everything in our lives pushes us towards relationships and marriage as it we weren’t complete without it.When it comes to the more traditional members,such as Taehyung and Jin,I don’t doubt that this is what they truly want,but Tae doesn’t let me do love readings for him,as you may have been able to tell he tends to simply not answer or evade the question, and for the others,because I don’t believe in amatonormativity, it would mean for me to do a whole process of asking them some personal questions first,which I don’t necessarily like,to pin down why they’re telling me this person is their future spouse.Such as why this person,do you actually know them in 3D/5D, wh y do you think you’ll get married,etc.

In terms of spirituality,I’m perfectly ready to believe it’s possible for example for someone to have a soul contract which states the married experience with a specific someone.I’m also willing to believe we can pick out a « most likely to marry » type of energy, for example under the form of an ideal type, or precising during a love reading that you’re asking about a very committed and exclusive partner.When I did personal fs spouse readings in the past, usually what came up was more a soulmate ( in the largest sense possible, soul contracts, soul family,even twin flames) with a most likely to marry energy, just an ideal type or a current partner the querent was daydreaming about marrying.For BTS however, if I were to do the same thing, I think the most likely outcome would be for me to end up picking up on a bunch of people who think they’re gonna marry the member,mixed in with his ideal type,with a bit of a possible actual ´person.For all we know, a BTS member could be polyamourous,or not interest in marriage,or not interested in committed romantic relationships and just want to live with their dogs and see their mom three times a week.And to me, asking these questions and making the answer public would be an invasion of their privacy if they haven’t opened up about it before (polyamourous can count as queer,so it’d be a coming out,for all we know one of them could also be aromantic) and wayyy to complex to do for seven people everytime I want to ask something.

When it comes to consuming them, I believe that I have a soul family I’ll reunite with someday,and if I were to marry someone, they would be a part of this soul family.I’d probably marry a best friend for the tax benefits and married people privilege like easier loans than anything else lol.Some other people don’t hold the same beliefs as I do,but after acquainting myself their energies, I consider them someone honest enough to do these readings within a realm of values I accept.I therefore encourage you guys to do the same.There are many readers out there willing to do these readings, I’m not one of them.Off the top of my head, I’d recommend @seulboya and @somebangtanchick but you do you buddy .

I hope thzt made sense and I got to teach you guys something new lol

#bts future spouse #BTS tarot #baby witch #amatonormativity #miaro answers

[teacupballerina]

Tips on making Aku kids and design ideas

I would check on who the other parent is and incorporate that, but it all depends on how the kids come about and what the intentions were. In my headcanon at least, whatever Aku is made of is like pure will, and it is affected by the input. Aku being the way he is from extreme fear/hate/anger exposure, the PPG being what they are because the Professor's intention was to make little girls, etc.

High Priestess shoved a turkey baster up there and wished for a bunch of little clones to train for samurai slaying, so she got seven clones.

If kids happened the normal way somehow, there may be more of an even mix of both parents. If the child was wanted then what they form as should reflect that; they would be a physical embodiment of the parent bond. If the child was NOT wanted it may look more like Aku than anything, since being unwanted is how you get Akulike things.

I usually go with a color scheme and assortment first. For the seven daughters, before they were original OCs, I went, "here are the possible hair colors, here are possible skin colors, here are possible personalities" and sort of mixed and matched those things. So one character has orange hair and red eyes, one has white hair and pink eyes, half have green skin, two have demon white and two have human skin, etc. I also used the seven sins theme to figure out general vibes/personalities.

Aku seems to spawn litters, since he's a dog. I think in the future I would do threes, following the PPG principle. I actually did design Akuppg kids, so I'll use that as an example.

The concept was that one girl has three puffs each that follow the "long hair with a crown, innocent with pigtails, sharp hair with a dark side" formula. Possible hair colors Black, White, Blonde, Red, Orange. Possible eye colors Pink, Blue, Green, Red. Possible skin colors White, Green, Peach, Black. Horns, Fangs, and Claws are fun additions that remind us of Daddy Aku.

Bubbles and Buttercup basic

Alts with no green skin

Bubbles palette and Buttercup palette

Hope this helps 💀🫠 I just realized I never made a Blossom set LOL, oh well

#samurai jack #aku #ppg #arts #doodles #akuppg #hmmmmmm it turned into an akupuff post srry about that

[h4zardousch3micals]

Performance of a lifetime - 2

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Heyyy look who wrote a thing again! I've only got two things to say this time:

1) Aaaaaa thank you Caldin and Mew for your incredibly kind words <3 <3 <3

2) Yes I will be throwing in a bunch of oc's I can justify to you why it's crucial for the narrative but I won't because teehee spoilers

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"THIS IS TOO HARD! I CAN'T DO IT!" Plixie howled. In a fit of juvenile rage, they flung the juggling balls across the room, causing a few to rebound and come flying back their direction. They ducked - wings fluttering desperately - to avoid the onslaught but a few still hit them with a loud 'BONK!'

"Please, just try again." Leyera muttered, not even looking up from her current task: untangling an extremely matted string of fairy lights.

"NO! I DON'T WANNA!" The plasma monster thrashed furiously in midair, before landing specifically to stomp their foot on the ground like an angry bunny. A few frustrated tears leaked from their wide eyes.

The little temper tantrum was enough to get the gloptic's full attention, "I swear, Plixie, you are driving me up the wall..."

"Look, how about I demonstrate it for you again? Here..." They dropped the mound of knotted lights and psychically levitated the juggling balls into their grasp. They were able to throw and catch at least five of them simultaneously without even looking, "See how I'm doing this scooping motion when I toss it? Try doing that."

This only seemed to upset Plixie even more, "IT'S NOT FAIR, LEYERA! YOUR ARMS ARE LONGER!"

"You can fly!" Leyera protested, pressing one tentacle to her closed eye in her equivalent of a facepalm. She exhaustedly muttered to herself, "...I spent all last night working myself half to death because our only other fortune-teller Tye-dye left the show, and this is the thanks I get?"

"What's a fortune-teller?" Plixie tilted their head to one side and their eyes glittered with curiosity, apparently that was the only part of her angry little rant they actually heard.

"I've explained it to you before..?" They grumbled.

"Yeah, but I wanna hear it again."

"I will never understand little kids..." She shook her head to clear it and begrudgingly elaborated, "A fortune-teller is a monster who can tell other monsters what will happen to them in the future and tell that what they should do about it."

"Woah!" Plixie's wings flapped excitedly, "How do you do that?!"

The magical monster seemed a bit less bothered by the injustices of the world now that they were discussing something familiar to them, "Well, there's lots of different ways. There's looking into crystal balls, there's tracking the movement of the stars, I specialise in palm reading, kind of ironic since I don't have any but, heh..."

"Cool! Cool!" They squeaked, hopping about as though this was the most fascinating information they had ever heard. Then, an idea crossed their mind and their face lit up, "Can you tell me MY future?"

"Uh, sorry kid, but I'm really not supposed to, Fennec's orders." She muttered. Fennec had been firm (well, as firm as Fennec can be) that she was under strict orders to only use her psychic powers for those who approached her booth during opening hours, lest she drain her magical energy stores.

"PLEASE!" Plixie took flight again and hovered as close to the Gloptic's eye as possible, hoping that their adorable face would persuade them.

"Come on, not the puppy-dog eyes..." Leyera protested. They had always had a hard time not giving in to the puppy-dog eyes...

"PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!"

"Okay, okay: I'll do it!" She threw her tentacles up in the air in defeat, "...If you promise to practice some more afterwards."

"Deal!" They nodded profusely.

"Deal, give me your hand," Plixie's palm was so small, it was hard for Leyera to find any of the tell-tale lines they used to predict fortunes, "Oh, wow, it's so tiny!"

"Hehehe!" The plasma monster giggled, having already forgotten about their earlier upset.

"Hmm, well, this line here tells me that you express your emotions freely." She said, pointing to a long line across their entire palm.

"What does that mean?" They tilted their head to one side.

"It means that you like to say how you feel and don't try to hide it," She replied.

"Oh! Oh oh oh! Yeah! That sounds like me!"

"You don't say?" They rolled their eye, then turned their attention to a curving, sloped line in the middle of their hand, "And this one, this one tells me that you're very creative."

"And this one..." Leyera went froze as though she were a robot that had ran out of battery. For a few moments, they stared blankly ahead as though gazing into a distant future - a future not at all pleasant.

"What? What does it mean?!"

"It... It doesn't mean anything important," They eventually admitted, looking away.

Plixie folded their arms again and stomped a little more, "Aww, that's boring! You should make it something cooler!"

"What? That's not how it works—"

"Please! I wanna be a big, strong monster that can destroy entire islands!"

"That isn't..." She grumbled, "Ugh, fine. This line says that you'll one day be a big, strong monster that can destroy entire islands. Now can we please go back to juggling like you promised?"

"Nooo... Ugh, fine..."

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It was late, long past closing time. A pale moon hung gloomily amongst the glittering stars like a giant spotlight. Hardly a monster seemed to stir, until...

"You're just being hysterical!" The voice was distant and muffled - almost impossible to decipher - and yet the pure, bitter disgust in their tone was enough to make the voice seem as loud as thunder.

"Huh..?" Syncopite drearily sat up, blinking rapidly to quell their sleepiness. They had already been struggling to properly get some rest, and the occasional faint argument sound was doing them no favours - but now their curiosity was piqued.

Driven by intrigue, they got up and waddled over to their friend's room and knocked once... twice... No response.

"Pppsst, Hornacle, can you hear that?" They whispered, pushing the door open with their foot.

Hornacle was silent for a few moments, before slowly murmuring, "Ugh... No, Soxy, I don't want to eat the vegetables..."

Oh. She's sleep-talking. Looks like they're gonna have to figure this one out alone...

They slowly followed the source of the noise; every tiny little creak or thud made them flinch. Eventually as the noises got closer, it became apparent that there were two monsters speaking and they were arguing intensely. Thinking quickly, they dashed behind a nearby storage create so they wouldn't be spotted.

"I'm telling you, I know what I saw!" The first voice insisted: weary yet stern, "That line, it's not good! It can only mean..."

"Leyera, I know your fortune-telling is very important to you, but you can't let it dictate what we do around here..." The other replied. Syncopite knew that voice well, it was Fennec.

They slowly peeked out from behind the box, eventually spotting the two older monsters standing under the light of a single lamp. The air was thick with tension: Leyera seemed both furious and anxious while Fennec was somehow even more frightened than he usually was.

"Very important? Very important?! It's more than 'very important', Fennec, it's my entire life!"

Fennec flinched, pressing his body low to the ground. His ears were pinned back and his tail was between his legs. He quietly replied, "I know, but Audrey says..."

"No! Listen to me!" She snarled, "I've been doing this for years! Over a decade, even. I know my way around a palm reading, and the future is not bright for that kid!"

Both went quiet again, glaring at eachother bitterly as though they could break into a fight at any moment. Fennec trembled wildly, his fur standing on end like a frightened cat; Leyera stared at him with a strange, almost pleading look in her eye.

Eventually, he worked up the courage to say, "Leyera, I'm going to be as gentle as possible when I say this but you're acting crazy. Maybe you just read it wrong, or maybe it isn't accurate because it's not real—"

"OH REALLY?! I'M THE ONE ACTING CRAZY WHEN YOU THINK THOSE KIDS ARE G—"

"Stop fighting! Please!" Syncopite bolted out of their hiding space and hurled themselves between the monsters in a desperate attempt to shield one or both should things get worse.

"Syncopite?!" "Kid?!" They both yelled at the same time.

"I..." Unable to quickly think of an explanation, Syncopite looked down at their stubby feet, "I don't like it when monsters fight."

Fennec was the first to react, approaching the crystal monster and patting them with a colourful paw. It felt a little condescending, but it was better than nothing.

"Oh, we weren't fighting, sweetheart." He soothed, eager to quell the tension in the air, "We were just having a... friendly discussion."

"A friendly discussion about how you won't heed my warnings..." Leyera muttered ominously.

"Yes, that... Look, it doesn't concern you, kid. You should go back to sleep."

"But—" They couldn't just leave it at that! Clearly both monsters were very passionate about the issue - it needed to be resolved!

Fennec whipped his head around to stare at the Glopitc, shivering slightly, "See, Leyera? You're frightening the poor things!"

"What? I didn't mean to, I—" They sighed defeatedly, slumping to the point where it looked as though they might melt into an exhausted puddle at any moment, "...Fine. Syncopite? Fennec? I'm sorry. I was wrong. I won't bring it up again."

"But you were just-" Syncopite protested, baffled.

"I know, but I was wrong. Please, it's too late for this..."

"But—"

"No buts!" With a flick of her two-toned feeler, Leyera effortlessly lifted the crystal monster into the air with their psychic powers.

"Wh— HEY! PUT ME DOWN!" Syncopite squealed as the ground seemed to disappear underneath them. Their stubby legs flailed uselessly in midair and the magnetic stones that usually floated peacefully around them spun as though they were caught in a tornado. They hated every second of it: they couldn't get away, they couldn't run, they couldn't hide!

"Leyera! Stop it!" Fennec cried, trying to sound firm but stuttering and stammering the whole way through, "What's wrong with you?"

Leyera hesitated, but she didn't have the energy to argue back anymore and just let them go, careful to levitate the crystal monster gently to the ground instead of dropping them, "Yes. Sorry, Fennec. I'm an awful monster."

He didn't rebute their claim.

"Come on, Syncopite," Fennec instructed. He padded quietly towards the exit and beckoned the little monster, "It's late."

Syncopite's need to obey their trainer overrid their courage, but their little mind still swam with questions as they hobbled after him, "But, wait! What about—?"

"Leyera realised the error of their ways and apologized. There is nothing more to discuss." He replied, crimson eyes dull and weary with tiredness.

Syncopite wanted to object, but they had a feeling that any complaint they had would be quickly dismissed. Maybe they were overthinking this; maybe they were wrong; maybe it would just be for the best to not think about it any longer...

They didn't dare utter a word as the ethereal monster ushered them back to their room, leaving an uncomfortable silence as Fennec's paws hardly made a sound on the cold floor.

"Remember, we only want what's best for you." He muttered as he shuffled away, leaving Syncopite to try and get back to sleep despite their racing thoughts. Maybe tomorrow would be a better day... Hopefully...

#My singing monsters #Msm #Performance of a lifetime AU #Arrow Authors #Notes for people who read the tags: #Look I figured out how to write my guy Syncopite in! #. #I love Fennec he's such a lil baby #.. #I tried to use both she and they equally when referring to Leyera sorry if it's confusing #... #Idk if I made it clear enough but Leyera does NOT believe that the Celestials are actually reincarnated gods #I'll get into it more later but it's my hc that the Magical Islands developed very different ideas about monster history #Because they were isolated from the rest of the world for so long #Most notably Psychic Island is majority atheist

[augment-techs]

Six-Word Starter Prompts (part I)

Watching quietly from every door frame.

Catholic school backfired. Sin is in!

Savior complex makes for many disappointments.

Nobody cared, then they did. Why?

Some cross-eyed kid, forgotten then found.

Born in the desert. Still thirsty.

I asked. They answered. I wrote.

No future, no past. Not lost.

Joined army. Came out. Got booted.

Almost a victim of my family.

The psychic said I'd be richer.

Painful nerd kid, happy nerd adult.

Fourteen years old, story untold.

One long train ride to darkness.

Wolf! She cried. No one listened.

I'm my mother and I'm fine.

All day I dream about sex.

I still make coffee for two.

I like girls. Girls like boys.

Never should have bought that ring.

Stranded by ten-thousand-mile crush.

Time heals all wounds? Not quite.

Made a mess. Cleaned it up.

Says deaf boyfriend: You're too quiet.

My family is overflowing with therapists.

Boy, if I had a hammer.

Followed white rabbit, became black sheep.

Followed Yellow Brick Road. Disappointment ensued.

Nerdy girl smutmonger. Now, baby fever.

Recent doctorate means overeducated and underemployed.

Taking a lifetime to grow up.

Bad breaks discovered at high speed.

In the office. It smells here.

I am trying, in every regard.

Happiest when ignoring huge financial debt.

Not pretty enough, so now unemployed.

Mistakes were made, but smarter now.

Likes everything too much to choose.

Curly haired sad kid chose fun.

Now I blog and drink wine.

Egomaniac with inferiority complex defies odds.

I thought I was someone else.

Dancing for now, one day farming.

I grew and grew and grew.

Starving artist. Lucky break. Life downhill.

The Hustle: turn champion into sucker.

I was born 'some assembly required.'

I drank to much last night.

Took scenic route, got a date.

I like big butts, can't lie.

I'm enjoying even this downward dance.

Without ideas, intelligence could not exist!

I hope I outlive my regrets.

All night phone calls complete me.

Tragic childhood can lead to wisdom.

Which comes first: tequila or accident?

A sundress will solve life's woes.

I recognize red flags faster, now.

I sucked even the lobster legs.

Nothing profound, I just sat around.

Others left early: he continued cooking.

Quiet guy; please pay closer attention.

I sell hamburgers and french fries.

the shit invariably hits the fan

and he nerded as never before

tow truck drivers are my psychiatrists

should have used condom that time

infinite calm beset with emotional architecture

won the fight; lost the girl

slightly psychotic, in a good way

found true love after nine months

Afraid of everything. Did it anyway.

I wrote it all down somewhere

lost and found, rescued by dog

afraid of becoming like my mother

What the hell. Might as well.

Hexed: curse of the happy childhood.

Can't tonight, watching Law & Order

my life's a bunch of almosts

It's not you. It's me. Honest.

Thought I would have more impact

this is aggression in pink, bitch

oh, to have just one puff!

at the end of Normal Street

found great happiness in insignificant details

spent life looking for dead people

enjoying my fuck ups too much

an unusual turn of gender circumstances

hiding in apartment knitting against depression

they kissed me and said yes!

always dreamt of kissing pretty girls

everyone who loved me is dead

it was embarrassing, don't ask

Verbal hemophilia. Why can't I clot?

the car accident changed my life

burned my bridges and my britches

Batteries are cheap. Who needs men?

Clueless meets Ophelia, without the suicide.

anything possible--but I was tired

I ate, drank, and was hairy

still have not learned to swim

glass half full; pockets half empty

you are all in my imagination

school geek married a luscious cheerleader

I couldn't protect me from myself

aspiring lady pirate, disillusioned, sells boat

I was and now I'm not.

oh sweet nectar of life, coffee

no shit I'm critical--you're flawed

It's pretty high. You go first.

Wasn't noticed so I painted trains.

running away: best decision I made

when she proposed, I said yes

Nobody knows how I have suffered.

Dweeb, pussy...stronger than anyone knows.

too many lovers--too little time

couldn't cope so I wrote songs

long lost girl recently found, unharmed

born a twin, died a loner

It was worth it, I think.

Dorothy Gale had the right idea

take a left turn, then fly

I was never the pretty one

born at 23, childhood doesn't count

memory was my drug of choice

gay physician designed life-saving AIDS drugs

never lived up to my potential

never really finished anything, except cake

cursed with cancer; blessed with friends

crappy parents killed my self esteem

lonely artist turned waitress in love

my life is just like yours

lucky in everything else except love

I'm just here for the beer

With three cats I'm never unloved

came, saw, conquered, had second thoughts

the weather up here is better

baby dyke now raising two babies

Stoned. Boned. Where am I now?

town car, tailored suit, dirty nails

I fell far from the tree

the image was large with silence

after you jump, the net appears

I colored outside the lines

should not have eaten those mushrooms

Wanked furiously. Married. Furious no more.

even the quietest sounds make noise

many hands have kept me afloat

all of my students hate me

I managed not to destroy anything.

#source: not quite what I was planning: six-word memoirs by famous and obscure writers #writing prompts #sentence starters #GIMME #boom! comics power rangers #power rangers in general

[dandy-dog]

Hello Cody! Nice to meet another friendly fur here. Totes cool with sweet reblogs, but I'd like to check out some of your art n' writing! Do you have specific tags to filter for your art posts? Or do you have a galley I could check out? Thanks in advance and hope all is well!

Hey there! Thank you and I could say the same to you! It's always nice to meet more furs here on Tumblr. I used to follow a bunch myself but most of them seem to have largely left the site unfortunately :/ That being said, I do have an art tag! Up to now I haven't posted much of my art to Tumblr but if that's your preference, you can find any art I do post here under my dog draws tag. Currently it's only got the one post, but I'm hoping to post more of my art here in future! Other than that? I post the majority of my art to my Toyhouse (that link should take you directly to my gallery there since I know the site is weird to navigate) and my Furaffinity nowadays. I try to consistently post my art to both but admittedly I'm not too active on the latter. As for my writing? Unlike art, writing only recently became something I'd consider as an outright hobby so comparatively I don't have a whole lot to show for it publically. However, I would like that to change. I've been trying to figure out a good place to post my writing, but most of the sites I know of that allow for written works are predominantly for fanfiction (which I did used to write and I am considering getting back into writing but it's not a priority right now) so I'm not too sure what to do there. I actually very recently made a writing blog here on Tumblr to potentially test the waters on that so I may be posting some of my writing there eventually? Jury's still out on that as of right now but we'll see how that goes if I do end up going down that route. Your best bet outside of that if you'd like to see some of my writing would be to check out my different characters on Toyhouse. You can see little glimpses of my writing there in the form of the character profiles I've written up there, but that's as much as I can offer right now I'm afraid so I am sorry about that! Either way, thank you very much for the interest! It genuinely means a lot to me and I hope everything is well with you too! ❤️

#solar talks #do pardon if this is a bit rambly and all over the place

[cherryusa]

Welcome back to hell, Sonny Logan. Hope you’re ready to pay for your sins! xoxo 

THE RUNAWAY:

Emerson Lee “Sonny” Logan. OWEN TEAGUE, PLAYED BY COCO, 24, EST.

“WHERE DO YOU SPEND MOST OF YOUR FREE TIME AROUND HERE NOW THAT HALF THE TOWN IS BURNED DOWN? I’M TOTALLY LOOKING FOR A NEW SPOT TO HANG.”

“Alright. So there’s this itsy-bitsy piece of beach I found in the sixth grade, when I swam out way too far and got lost, and washed up on this shore that was like, just big enough for a few people to camp out there without the tideline becoming an issue. I kept going back there, ‘cus I thought it was cool. You can find it if you swim past the buoys and then go out like twenty minutes north-west of the docks. It’s the best place to watch the sunset and get a long look at the boats coming to and from the harbor. Every time I brought a friend out there, I’d have ’em help me come up with stories about like, where they were going and how their lives were gonna change when they got out of Cherry.

“That turned into my place, man. That was where I daydreamed about the future and stuff. Going into seventh grade, I arranged a bunch of big rocks into a Jolly Roger and started calling it Captain’s Cove. That was where I’d bring a friend if one of us had to tell the other guy a secret or needed to feel like we were away from our tacky little neighborhood without actually having to skip town. That was where I held a girl’s hand for the first time. And it was where I hid stuff I didn’t want my mom to see when she was snooping through my room.”

Like those magazines that he got from that ninth grader, in exchange for letting him see Sabrina’s underwear drawer that one time. The magazines did, tragically, get waterlogged on the swim over, so it was all kind of a waste, but he figured he probably deserved that. He took that one on the chin, confessed and apologized to his sister, and learned that he was going to have to bring luggage, sleeping bags, and paraphernalia over on a raft if he didn’t want it getting damaged on the trip.

Incidentally, Captain’s Cove was also where he buried his most secret “pirated treasure.” He never thought any of his friends would find the Freeses’ money in the crack between rocks that you had to climb halfway up the cliff to get to. But he’s got a hunch that whoever sent him Lux’s letter must have stumbled upon it.

“It was where I had my first beer, and where I ralphed for the first time. Me and a buddy of mine brought a twelve pack of Red Dogs there on a boogie board and drank the whole fuckin’ thing between the two of us.”

It was a six-pack. At 90 lbs., and thirteen years of age, and very little to eat that day since his mom accidentally sent him to school with Sabrina’s unappetizingly healthy lunch, he chugged two and a half beers before he got a tummy ache. But to match Sonny’s mouth of a sailor, he also shared their tendency to spin tall tales to land-lovers at a portside pub, stretching the truth in the interest of telling a better story.

“Haven’t been there since I came back to town, but I still know how to get there, if you want to check it out sometime.” He hasn’t been there, because it was also where he buried a time capsule that he badgered all of his friends to contribute to on their middle school graduation, and he wasn’t ready for the temptation to dig it up.

“WOULD YOU, LIKE, CALL YOURSELF POPULAR? BECAUSE YOU KNOW, CHERRY CAN BE A TOTAL POPULARITY CONTEST SOMETIMES.”

His mood doesn’t dull as quickly as it should. He really hit his stride in San Francisco; he’s gotten more confident and is used to having friends without much baggage (albeit without much depth, either, despite the enlightened new age posturing). It takes a minute for him to realize he’s not among his metropolitan bohemians anymore. But he’s not that alone around here, is he? He has his sisters, but… Well, alright, maybe that bridge is burned, big time, and its ashes fell into the sea and drifted far away, long ago. But what about— Hm, no, yeah, Cris openly wants to mount his head on a pike and tout it around like a picket sign at his next protest performance art piece against recreational hunting. And sure, he’s using Mac, but that doesn’t really count, right? Since Mac doesn’t know it? Yes? No? Okay, what about Zahra? She doesn’t look up from her nail file whenever they’re in the same room together, but she’s not actively hostile. Doesn’t that count for something? …Oh, don’t look at him like that. In a pinch, if he’s really desperate, he can always beg… Ah, nope, Virginia’s in jail. Nuts.

“I mean…” He pauses, and loses control over the urge to shake his leg up and down, suddenly antsy with this conversation. He agreed to this interview because Clarissa was a middle school crush and he was excited to see her again, but suddenly she had him regretting it. “Nobody likes a guy who calls himself popular.”

He holds off the urge to slouch into himself, and shifts positions to get comfortable again.

“Think about the people who get called popular around here, anyway. It’s never anybody, like, genuinely cool. Being popular in Cherry doesn’t mean being fun to hang out with. It means being rich and powerful and not having any weird or interesting personality traits that could plausibly leave you open to get picked on. I mean, does anyone really like spending time with Kitty Maddox or Elaine Archer?”

There’s a casual omission of one Zahra Jackson from this discussion. He’d never admit that he’d hang out with her again in a heartbeat if she could leave her Lux-isms and foul friends behind.

“If you mean popular in the non-Cherry sense, like, as in, you’re just the kind of person a lot of people want to have a beer with… I think I still have those Red Dog bottle caps to prove that I’m that kinda guy. Like, there’s, uh… Just for one example, there’s that guy Ted who’s always trying to hang out with me.” It’s the one example he has. “I can ditch him today, though. If you want to get some beers after this. Gimme the scoop on that, April O’Neil.”

“YOU CAN BE HONEST WITH ME… WHO DO YOU THINK MURDERED LUX?”

“Jeez, morbid much? When did this town go from Baywatch to Twin Peaks?” He exhales, and his smile gets weak before he can look back up at her again. “Alright, wanna know what I think? Honestly?”

He knows one thing: it wasn’t Libby. And his brain will do whatever Zahra Jackson-tier gymnastics it has to to find a reason why anybody and everybody else could have done it. (How do people suspect Libby when there are three Russell brothers right there?) Sonny’s main focus is Elaine, and not because his sister has always hated her, and, deep down, he always kind of felt like she stole Zahra from him. That’s all ancient history, and he doesn’t care anymore. In fact, he just decided he completely forgot about that. No, he doesn’t even remember why he knows how underhanded, power-hungry, and status-mongering she is. But that conniving personality of hers probably points to a she-devil who would want to usurp Lux by any means necessary. She’s just a sociopathic black hole that ruins everything, speaking in terms perfectly objective and unbiased.

He’s not so sure what to make of Zev, either. It’s always the quiet ones, right? Zevvy did seem kind of obsessed with Lux, didn’t? Sonny would never forget that one time he spotted Zev taping Lux fixing her annoying hair when Miss Maddie Wilson was three feet away, rapping along to “It’s Tricky,” word for word.

Maybe Zev was devastated because Lux started dating some jock like Parker Pantone. It could have driven his sensitive artist heart to madness, and maybe he——

No, no. This sucks. Sonny doesn’t really think that. He doesn’t know who to suspect, yet, but he’s not gonna have an epiphany here. He certainly shouldn’t give any tips to a cop’s daughter — no matter how adorable — just in case she accidentally lets something slip that could get any of Sonny’s old pals in trouble. He has to be careful here. For once in his life, he has to think before he says something stupid or makes any bold moves. He has to change the topic.

He leans forward, and utters with the intensity of Astrid Van Allen telling him about the immense spiritual connection between twins and their responsibility to look out for each other:

“I think it was you, Clarissa Teller.”

And just like that, all of the anticipation leaves the room like the long fart of a deflating balloon. Our punk-ass hero continues, “You did it all to get a dynamite story for your paper. You knew no one would suspect you with that button nose. But you’re in luck. I’m the one guy who knows how to leave this place and never be found. You know the only reason I came back? It was for you. I came to bail you out. Let’s blow this pop stand, baby. We set sail from Captain’s Cove at dawn.”

THE CONNECTIONS

THE ACTIVIST.

“Cristiano, man. That… that was the coolest friend I ever had. Like, we used to sit in the back of class and just play that Exquisite Corpse game back and forth, and some of the stuff he made blew my fucking mind. Even his tag looked sick. I remember making him carve it into the bottom of my nightstand back at my mom’s place, because I knew she would never find it until I was long gone, but I wanted him to leave his mark on her stuffy fuckin’ house. But, I don’t even mean like, he’s just cool in the ‘talented and interesting’ way. I remember the last great day I had in Cherry was with him. Frankie was kinda upset, ’cus she had, uh, somethin’ going on, with her family, um, financially… So we had to cheer her up and snuck her in to see a screening of fuckin’… Dumb and Dumber, and I just remember leaning over to Cris when the song “New Age Girl” was playing and being like, dude, they wrote this song about you. And just… even after Frank went home to be with her folks, I was still trying to hold his hand and call him my new age girl. And he’s swatting me away and being like, ‘dude, that movie was the stupidest piece of crap I’ve ever seen in my life,’ of course. He’s like, ‘we could be making movies about the Iraq disarmament crisis’ or something. But he didn’t say anything like that ’til after Frank left. He let the whole revolutionary intellectual schtick take a backseat so he wouldn’t rain on Frankie seeing a slapstick movie that could lighten up her shitty day. He’s wasn’t just volunteering at food drives and demonstrating against IBM ’cus it made him look good. He really cares about people. Like on a big scale and a small scale. That’s the kind of guy he really is. Or– was. I don’t… really know what’s up with him now. It’s like, all that empathy for those endangered lizards in Australia, but he can’t understand that maybe his friend was going through some stuff and didn’t want anyone to talk him out of taking a risk that would save his fucking sanity? Maybe all that talent got to his head. Like, he got high on his own supply and now he can only think about himself and it’s ruined his ability to reflect right on anything else. …He’s not even that good, honestly, now that I think about it.”

And yet, he still hasn’t gotten a tattoo on his body, because he always has and always will want Cristiano to design his first one. It’s the only impulsive decision he’s ever held out on making, despite multiple opportunities in San Francisco.

THE BITCH.

“I would be totally unrecognizable if I never met Zahra. She was always so tough and ballsy as a kid. She just like… refused to let anybody control her or talk down to her, and she made me decide I wanted to be a free agent, too. I woulda been Glenda’s meek little gentleman if I didn’t see the way she chewed that one ginger kid out for saying she was too tall for a girl. “It sucks that she wound up spending more and more time with that catty cheerleader side of the gang. I was kinda hoping she would outgrow them, but I guess even Zahra Jackson wasn’t strong enough to withstand the gravitational pull of Elaine’s big head.

“I always thought it was a drag when she would bring them along to hang out. Not even because they were prissy and boring, but they just felt so…” So much like his frigid mother.

“…So snide and snooty. And it sucked to see that rub off on her. ’Cus she always had that snappy lawyer brain and she definitely had what it took to play their game better than any of them if she wanted to, I just hoped she wouldn’t, y’know, want to. It was like, the more she hung out with them, the more it felt like she was using that Jackson moxie less to stand up for herself, and more to put other people below her. I don’t think that woulda happened if she stayed closer with, like, Zev and Frankie and Rocky or anybody more down-to-earth. I always thought it’d be cool if her and Libby buddied up, y’know, ’cus then her independence could’a rubbed off on Libs, too. But instead she took to those snobs like Alice and Lux, and now Libby’s always gonna associate assertiveness with the American Psychos who made her life hell, and she’s always gonna see people like Sabrina getting rewarded by Glenda for being a boring little angel who fell in line.” And maybe there’s some truth to that, that he’s trying to avoid. After all, he looked out for himself instead of following Glenda’s rules, and he turned out to be the most reprehensible man in California.

  “I dunno. It’s fine, I guess. We basically drifted apart way before I left. I guess I’m happy for her if she’s happy being the don of the pom-pom mafia. Seems like a stressful scene to be in, if you ask me, but I’m over it. Anyway, why’d ya ask? Does she ever talk to you about me? What does she say?”

THE ROMANTIC.

“Man, this fucking bites. How was I supposed to know Mac is the best? We’re talking Sonic Youth every day, man. He knows The Brian Jonestown Massacre and Slint and Mr. Bungle.(*) He’s telling me I should give the drums another shot. He likes so much cool shit. He’s got such a stupid, dorky, nice sense of humor where he doesn’t have to make fun of anybody to crack a joke. He’s so… Lovable? …Dude. I can’t do this.

“It’s like I’m this shitty little kid in a Michael Myers mask I found in the street, and he’s like the nicest widowed old man on the block who’s just so excited some young whippersnappers came to his crazyass neighborhood, and he’s talking to me with this fuckin’ twinkle in his eye about how much he loved trick’r’treating as a kid, and stuff, and suddenly we’re bonding about John Carpenter movies and having a great time, and then finally it’s getting late, and bugs have been getting into his house the whole time I’ve been distracting him, and he finally, finally offers me the candy bowl… And I just yank it from his hands and dump the whole thing into my pillowcase and slam his own door in his face, and then I TP his house and take a big steamy dump on his lawn and skate away. Like, ‘hey man, thanks for the genuine human connection, I got what I came here for and you can shrivel up and die now.’ It’s like, I couldn’t be a phony for my mom’s sake, how am I supposed to be a phony for— alright, I’ll try to be a phony for Libby’s sake. But it’s fucking killing me. It’s like. Am I convincing myself we’re becoming friends for real just ’cus I’m trying to make myself feel less guilty? There’s always gonna be that ulterior motive, you know. And then it’s also like, I dunno… Imagine I throw away my soul to do this whole Glenda Logan fake-nice act and in the end all he has to give me is like… Raisinets. Y’know, just a total waste of a trick-r-treat. What if these letters are just ‘Lux’ telling him that I’m the guy who killed her? And maybe he’s got some faked photos, and he’s trying to investigate me? What if we’re both just schizophrenic, or something? I wish I could just ask outright, but it’s like… Prolonged exposure to this stupid town breaks people’s humanity, man. Everyone turns into a sicko eventually, no matter what. You seriously can’t trust anyone around here.”

Once upon a time, everyone thought that they could trust that upbeat clown Sonny Logan. And in the end, he egged everybody’s house. He knew better than anyone how underhanded a friend could be underneath a goofy, golden-hearted personality.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m going full Flagpole Sitta here. Ignore me. I’m just feeling kinda twitchy and paranoid after this weird conversation I had with Ted yesterday.”

[sometimesdesperate]

I know y'all are here for kinky content not chronic illness content BUT.

Things I expected would happen if I ever found a medical solution to my chronic illness:

I'd have a bit less anxiety

I would be able to eat out at restaurants again.

Things that have happened since I started taking medication two weeks ago that completely manages my symptoms:

I have significantly less anxiety

I am no longer in chronic pain that had become so common I barely registered it, but still responded to it. Mostly with anxiety.

I can actually move my body differently. Yesterday, I squatted down to take a photo of a dog without even thinking about it. It's been a long time since I could and I didn't even realize I couldn't.

I have so much more energy? Both mentally and physically.

I no longer have to agonize over whether I can manage a twenty minute car ride which goes back to the anxiety thing but holy shit.

I'm more productive at work! Because of the energy thing and the anxiety thing and the fact that I can actually eat something other than like, a candy bar, before leaving the house in the morning!

I ate at a restaurant and while I still ordered a safe food, and I still got a little residual anxiety, I was actually able to engage in the conversation and enjoy my food!

I have less social anxiety?? I'm sure this goes back to having more mental energy to spend on managing my social anxiety, but still, never would have expected this. Even my roommate has noticed and commented on it.

My relationship with food has actually already improved because I no longer have quite so many unsafe foods.

I can eat vegetables again! I CAN EAT VEGETABLES.

I'm optimistic about the future. Like. I might be able to travel again. I might be able to go on road trips. I might be able to go to theater shows again. I could probably even return to my theater career if I wanted to. If I get a dog I'll actually be able to take it on long walks.

The side effects are literally: I get a little dizzy/headachey right after I take it, (which could be because it's a sensory nightmare to take) and some barely noticeable bloating that comes and goes. Also I burp a lot right after taking it but that's kind of fun in a teenage boy way.

Anyway, I started taking this medication without my current provider's permission (it was prescribed by a previous provider) so here's hoping she lets me continue to take it! Because if she doesn't and I have to go back to the quality of life I had literally two weeks ago I might put a bunch of rocks in my pockets and go for a swim.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1030: Thankful For (Kingdom Hearts)

5:45 p.m. Twilight Town, Outside of the Grocery Store........

Vantias: (Writing Something Down on his Noteopad While Walking Next to Lea) Thankful.....for......everything......thus...far.....

Lea: (Tales a Peek at What Vantias is Writing) Whatcha writing there, kid?

Vantias: A rough draft to an essay I have to finish and present to the class before Thanksgiving Break starts.

Lea: An essay, huh? Been a while I did any of that in my youth......Hey, you don't think our Keyblade teachs are gonna make us do any of that at one point in the future?

Vantias: (Scoffs While Rolling his Eyes) I hope not. But then again, I wouldn't be too surprised if they pull something like that on us either.......

Lea: ('Sigh') Well, here's hoping that never comes tuition then. Really don't feel like spending nall day looking up anything involving the Keyblade War or some crap.....

Vantias: ('Heh') Yeah. We wouldn't want our resident old hothead to start falling asleep in the middle of a another lecture seventeenth time in a row.

Lea: (Glares at Vantias) Hey, I've been awake through all the lectures!.....Okay, most of the lectures, but I've listened in on a few things! And I'm only in my twenties!

Vantias: Sounds pretty old to me.

Lea: (Groans in Annoyance as He Rolls his Eyes) Whatever. So what kind of essay topic you guys are writing?

Vantias: About what we're thankful for. Something we appericate the most in the world or whatnot. And....(Looks Away While Rubbing the Back of his Head) I chose you guys....

Lea: (Eyes Begins to Widened) Really now?

Vantias: It's the truth. It may be hard to believe coming from me of all people, but I have a lot more appreciation for you idiots than I thought I would. You gave me a chance to get my crap together or as Riku would usually put it: "Redeem" myself, you treat me more like an actual person than Xehanort ever did, and dispute how incredibly annoying each of you are, I.....(Starts Blushing a Little) I still....sort of like having you all around in my life and junk. So for the essay, I wanna give you all my thanks for everything I guess.....

Lea stares at Vantias for a brief second before letting out a light chuckle.

Lea: Well, I'll be damned. (Pulls Vantias into a One Arm Hug) You really have turned into a big softie!

Vantias: (Rolls his Eyes) Wonder where I got it from.....Speaking of which, don't tell anyone of our friend group about any of this or I'll might have to end your life.

Lea: Ha! (Smirks Teasingly) Please. You know Roxas and Xion would never let anything bad happen to me, right?

Vantias: I know. I also know that I can take both of them on with my hands behind my back.

Lea: 'Kay. (Smirk Grew Wider) But can you beat Namine though?

Vantias: I- (Grimace at the Thought of Fighting an Angry Namine, Pounding her Fist into the Palm of her Hand) rather not challenge her.....

Lea: ('Heh') Wuss.

Vantias: Hey, I'm just choosing my battles wisely here. (Smirks Back at Lea) 'Least I don't keep getting my ass kicked by Kairi at the last second on every sparring match.

Lea: (Glares at Vantias) Okay, first off, language, second, it's not like I always lose to her on purpose! (Walks Inside the Grocery as the Bell Goes Off on the Door) She kept giving me the puppy dog eyes and-(Suddenly Begins to Sighs at What's in Front of His View Point) Shit.

The duo watches a whole group of customers fighting among one another in the meat aisle, specifically the turkey section.

Vantias: Are they seriously fighting over a turkey?

Lea: Yeah. This always happens whenever Thanksgiving comes around. Make 'em act like a bunch of wild animals. (Clicks his Tongue) Welp....(Starts Cracking his Neck Both Times and Proceeds to Dp the Same Fpr his Knuckles) Might as well get started then.

Vantias: (Eyes Widened at Lea) Wait, you're ACTUALLY joining in on this?

Lea: Hell yeah. They sucker punched me and took that turkey right from out of my hands last year, there's no way I'm gonna forgive and forget.

Vantias: Huh. (Smirks Again) Guess you're not as lame as I thought you were, old man.

Lea: Still in my twenties, Vantias!.....(Rolls his Eyes) And thanks I guess. I take it you want to join in too?

Vantias: Yeeeeup. (Takes off his Jacket and Drops it on the Ground) It was getting boring around here.

Lea: How? We just walked in here a second ago? ('Sigh') Whatever. Just stay close to me and try not to summon that Keyblade of yours, got it?

Vantias: ('Heh') Please. (Cracks his Knuckles as Well) Who says I need a Keyblade to whoop ass?

Lea: Again, language. Let's get that turkey and get the hell up out of here already.

Vantias: (Simply Nodded) Right.

And so, the duo runs down towards the crowd and joins the fight. As they starting to beat down most of their opponents that comes their way at ease, it didn't take long for one of their Keyblade Master, Aqua, to take notice of their participation of the brawl before marching into the crowd, use the Stopga spell on that said crowd involved (excluding Lea and Vantias, and taking the two out of the store with the turkey levitating beside her, as she pulling them by the ears followed by a hefty amount of scolding afterwards.

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#kingdom hearts #vantias #lea #kh axel #aqua #roxas (mentioned) #xion (mentioned) #namine (mentioned) #humor #fluff #all out brawl #at least towards the near end of the fic lol #thanksgiving month

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Utility A - NQ

Okay so a bit of analysis from this class. I’m having a lot of mixed thoughts and feeling a bit uncertain on it’s entirety.

Signal Discrimination (-5 1/2)

Overall I’m actually happy with this whole exercise. The past two trials have showed me that her overall heeling has improved she isn’t forging or lagging as much. I’m not getting the same heeling as I do at home but I’m still getting a more correct position. Her about turns have improved a lot recently. We had one head drop/lag/sniff at the stewards table but that’s an ongoing trial issue I’m working on.

My footwork for halts needs more work. I also realized I’m leaning toward on the balls of my feet. Aayla has a rough time telling if she should sit or stay standing when I do that. So that was the first bobble with her doing a slow sit. It also is obvious for her reluctance to line up for each exercise. My body is giving her weird signals. Soon as I rocked back onto my heels she would sit.

For the signals she had shown some hesitation with the recall hand signal…so I’ve been practicing a lot of that. Not a lot of position changes. So she anticipated the recall and shot up and forward from her down. Luckily she is a very good girl, corrected herself and sat. She had a nice fold back down, and a tuck up sit when she stopped. Super happy with that! She also recalled well and was mostly straight for her front, but had a sloppy finish. I caught myself trying to help her by turning my shoulders and could’ve lost points for that too. I think it needs a little work for without the verbal.

Scent Articles (-4)

Another new thing. This venue is surprisingly difficult for most dogs, at least that is what I was told. On the first send you can see her go wide and sniff everything but the articles for a bit. The funny thing is that she was definitely using her nose and sniffing a bunch of things which normally distractions for her are visual and she stares. I hope it’s not stress related, but it very well could be. I need to practice more on actual grass. Not turf or indoors. Her fronts were decent to okay. Her finishes were still not great. But she did bring back both correct articles which is am happy about. I feel like her finding the correct article and bringing it back is the most rewarding component for her.

The second send for the articles went much better. Straight to the pile and only a very short sniff of the grass before searching the articles themselves. Still holding the articles with only her front teeth but I think that is such a mild thing and I don’t think the metal feels good on her gums. (She is missing all her premolars!). It seemed to be less of a problem with her plastic dumbbell so I’m not going to change it. If that’s her comfort level even though she was taught to hold it well I’ll be fine with it.

Directed Retrieve (NQ)

I’m not sure what happened here. My only guess is that she remembered getting glove 3 the day before and went for what she did previously. Even the judge was surprised she did that and said I set her up straight. 🤷‍♀️ we can easily work on straight sends. (Which I think would be the hardest for the dog!) so hopefully it won’t be an issue in the future.

Next time this happens I will do a fix and go to help her understand what I was asking.

Moving Stand for Exam (-0)

She did super well! I think I would like to get her little hop back into her stand for the moving stand. We’ve lost a point or so before for her moving a step or two. She had a very nice finish for this exercise.

Directed Jumping (NQ)

She redirected to the post of the jump for targeting, got confused and did the backside of the jump. The jumps we practice with have dark colored standards so I think maybe the light colored upright got her attention this time? Not sure but back to a lot of rewarding for go outs past the jumps.

She also had been very excited about the jumps in Rally that day. We had lost points because she had rocketed over the jump and searched for another and had to be called back to heel. So I think she was focusing on jumping more than the task at hand.

So I did a fix and go, took her to where I knew she could succeed but still have to pass the jumps and got a lovely sit at the end of the ring. I marked and we left the ring and rewarded!

Overall

It wasn’t a bad run. I have her entered in Utility next weekend which I may do for just the sake of training and be ready for any fix and gos so I can show her what’s right and then immediately leave and reward.

I’ll definitely pause on entering Utility for a bit again, and work on these components and try to get them to even better fluency. Maybe she needs a few trials of the first day doing graduate open, and then the second doing Utility. At least until she gets used to all the different layouts? (But there is never a glove 2 in GO…) I’m not sure but it gives me things to think about.

Her next obedience trial probably won’t be till 2023. So we have time.

#competition obedience #dog training #AKC Utility #akc obedience #australian shepherd #dogblr #aayla #dog #aussie #sport dog #dog sports