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[a-d-nox]

web of wyrd: the outer numbers and their potential meaning for your year ahead

tw: mentions of death/suicide

the outer rim of the wyrd web foretells the themes of our year ahead. today i will be covering some basic topics that people tend to wonder about the future - that being said, these are basic premises; in no way does one number mean a single thing. each number can mean different things - multiple things. your lack of a number correlated with an experience below does not mean to minimize your experience with the topics (e.g., you had a child but don't have the number, you lost someone important to you but don't have the number, etc.) these are simply my observations (also observations are not destined to be true, they are simply possibilities / increased odds).

indicators that are important for love/relationships

5 (the institution of marriage -> getting married)

6 (meeting an important life partner)

13 (double edged sword looking at the death card - signifies change in relationship status OR it could be a new beginning in a relationship)

19 (renewing vow for preexisting love)

21 (a new phase in a relationship)

22 (a new beginning in the relationship)

indicators of having a child

1 (connecting a new spirit with the physical realm)

2 (a symbol of fertility)

3 (another symbol of fertility)

8 (the flower chain - an umbilical cord - connects two beings)

10 (again connecting a new spirit with the physical realm)

12 (the hanged man is sort of in cephalic presentation, which is the position babies are born in for most vaginal births)

14 (a promising sign for people who struggle with fertility)

19 (it's literally a kid on a pony on this card lol)

21 (the completion of a cycle - full 9 months of pregnancy might even have a late birth compared to due date)

22 (a new adventure - parenthood - begins)

indicators of career change

1 (good for starting your own business)

4 (stepping into a leadership role)

5 (moving up the ladder in your career OR going back to school to study)

6 (having beneficial coworker / business partner OR doing what you love)

10 (new job opportunities OR getting a raise or big bonus)

13 (a big change in what you previously were doing)

16 (changing career path completely and finding a new way of earning money that you pervious hadn't explored)

17 (finding a new job after struggling for a long time to find one)

21 (getting a raise)

indicators of loss

2 (the end of a life cycle and seeing the reality of change/time)

9 (the image of age)

10 (the end / a shift in a life cycle)

12 (peaceful but unexpected loss - this is not always a suicide indicator)

13 (the death of a beloved relative - you'll probably struggle with their death/passing)

16 (a sudden/tragic death)

20 (peaceful and expected loss - typically sick/elderly individuals in your life)

21 (the end of a life cycle)

indicators of moving/traveling

1 (the magician has all his stuff laid out in front of him - he is packing or unpacking)

7 (could indicate a moving truck OR travel in general)

9 (moving out on your own OR going on a long term trip)

13 (leaving a home you've lived in for a long time OR taking a life changing trip)

19 (going somewhere you never have been before)

21 (again going somewhere you have never been before OR moving after living somewhere a long time)

22 (moving somewhere far away OR going on a trip with short (spontaneous trip) notice)

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[sixpennydame]

Hii can i request 18 with Levi x reader and canon? Ty😘

Hello and Happy Holidays! I hope you'll enjoy.

DAY 3: Fake dating for a Christmas party/ball

Levi x fem!reader

"No."

Levi crosses his arms and scowls. "There's no way I'm attending a stupid Christmas ball."

Erwin massages his temple. He knew this wasn't going to be easy. "I'm afraid you don't have a choice, Levi. You've been asked for specifically."

"Why? So those rich bastards can parade me around like some kind of show pony? No thanks."

"Those 'rich bastards' fund our expeditions. We need them on our side. And you won't be alone," Erwin gestures toward you.

Both men look at you and you stand a little straighter. "Hey, I have no problem being wined and dined by the Mitras elite. You can count me in."

Levi just rolls his eyes at you. "Fine. But she's doing all the talking."

You follow Levi as he storms out of Erwin's office. "Come on, it won't be all that bad. We get to wear fine clothing and eat delicious food - what better way could there be to spend Christmas Eve night?"

"I could think of about a hundred different ways."

"We make a great team in the field slaying titans...so who's to say we can't also make a great team slaying the purse strings of all those rich people?" You grin and jap his ribs. "It'll be fun."

"If you say so." Levi stops in front of his office door. "It starts at 7 o'clock. Be on time so we can get in and out of there, ok?"

You salute him mockingly. "Yes sir!"

As the evening approaches, Levi arrives and waits for you in the entryway of the grand home. He can feel the stares of people passing by and he straightens the jacket of his tuxedo. He checks his watch, and right when the hour hand clicks on 7, he looks up and sees you.

You enter through the large double doors in a red gown that looks as if it was made just for you. The velvet bodice is cut close to your body and then flares out into layers of taffeta and silk. You've put your hair up, but a few curled tendrils frame your face.

As you walk toward Levi, he swallows hard. Just a month ago, you were covered in mud and titan's blood. But now...

...you look so beautiful.

A huge smile spreads across your face as you see Levi. "Can you believe this?" You twirl around. "I think this dress costs as much as my entire Survey Corps salary!" You stop. "What do you think?"

Levi's eyes rove over your bare collarbone and the sweetheart neckline of your dress. "Not bad."

You roll your eyes and then look Levi over, suave and dapper in his black tuxedo. You stop to straighten his bow tie. "Switched out the cravat for the occasion, I see."

He shrugs you off of him and fidgets with the tie. "The dress code was black-tie only."

"Well.." you link your arm in his, "shall we eat first or have a dance?"

He stiffens a bit at your touch, but then relaxes. "Oi, this isn't a date or anything. We're working."

"What's the point if we can't have a little fun?" You pout. "Please...just one little dance tonight?"

He lets out a sigh. "Fine. One dance."

Levi doesn't mind, as long as he gets to hold you, just a little longer.

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[sloaaaa]

MY POKEMON BRAINCELLS HAVE BEEN REACTIVATED!!!!!! i kinda wanna open trainersona + pokemon team comms but i still gotta finish my current queue shjkdfg n i would be posting this on my art acc but i made the draft in my main so :((

also watch me ramble about my dream team under the cut

alRIGHT YOU CLICKED THE READ MORE AND YOU’RE IN FOR A WORLD OF WORDS BABEY!!! let’s start w my trainer sona yeah? :]

enterr Sploo from Petalburg city! :D he/they. our trainer starts out in petalburg city of hoenn where his pokemon adventure begins! since the professor’s lab is just a few town away it doesn’t take much for them to get his hands on his starter pokemon treecko! the babey boy ;; he catches lotsa pokemon to fill out the dex, sometimes keeping them on his team, and other times letting them go. he doesn’t like having the pokemon all crammed in the pc boxes :( some pokemon stay for a few battles and others maybe a few days, but things change after defeating his first gym. he meets an electrike at route 110 under the seaside cycling road, she’s just a lil puppyyy a lil babeeeyyy ;;;; super fun playful lil guys sticks around the team! -w- after his fourth gym badge his parents give him a gift pokemon for making it halfway through the gym challenge! a klefki! :3 a tame n helpful lil guys who just enjoys holding keys -w- sploo then continues on to complete two more gyms before his family moves to alola.

now on the boat to alola with grovyle, manectric and klefki sploo kinda just stays by the side of the boat watching the waves go by -w- also trying not to get too seasick shjkdfgl a lone shiny fletchling perches by them and he tries real hard to keep the excitement in and offers the fletchling some sunflower seeds! and asks if the fletchling would like the join their team! i mean who wouldn’t wanna pass up the opportunity of having a shiny pokemon on their team? after docking at akala island sploo travels around and catches some more pokemon to register to the dex, releasing them after as usual. then upon exploring diglett’s tunnel he finds a cover fossil! after cleaning up the rocks and dirt off the fossil spectrobes origins wii style he brings it to the fossil restoration center just along the route and meets the fifth member of his team :] and finally the sixth member of the team! a jangmo-o found in poni canyon, sploo came across the jangmo-o with its head scale stuck in the branches of a fallen tree. he freed the jangmo-o and excpected it to run back to its herd but it kept challenging them for a battle. after a long fight the jangmo-o is worn out, and sploo helps it back up on its feet with some potions and a plate of oran berries. sploo sets up a little picnic in the canyon! :3 helping nurse the jangmo-o back to health -w- the lil dragon sneaks into sploo’s bag and brings out a pokeball in its maw, determination in its eyes. and that’s how the team get together! :D but if u think i am done u are soo wrong sjhkjdfgd now i’m gonna go more in depth with each team member >:]

let’s start with mister! the sceptile -w- he is a grass/dragon type even without the mega evolution bc we were robbed and it’s not fair that swampert and blaziken get double typings while sceptile stays just grass >:[ chill and laid back, my baby boy ;; starter pokemon! he has a sceptilite in the friendship bracelet sploo made for him! :3 when walking through forests and jungles and very tree dense areas he’s always out of his pokeball darting around through the trees while sploo walks through -w- sometimes sploo stops for a lil break so sceptile can take care of sick trees in the forets! when having picnics out in the wild he can be found sitting and photosynthesizing when not playing around the trees. and since sceptiles are cold blooded mister stays in his pokeball when travelling through colder icy areas and he also enjoys having flynt resting atop his head or nesting in his tail leaves -w-

next up is storm! the manectric! a playful steadfast and loyal companion -w- she likes being out of her pokeball a lot and walks with sploo through towns n stuff. she has the manectite embeded in her collar :3 and also sploo charges his phone, pokedex and pokenav+ by just stuffing the charger cable in her mane jshkdfg sploo keeps a pair of sturdy rubber gloves in his bag bc of her :P

steele! the klefki. a very mild mannered pokemon -w- the one who’s always out of its pokeball! other than holding sploo’s house keys it also holds his multitools! since they’re also made of metal and has more mass than keys it has more metal ions for klefki to feed on -w- sometimes sploo will punch holes in bottlecaps of drinks so steele can have more metal to feed on and to enhance its threatening jingle :] steele enjoys playing around with flynt a lot! flynt n steele ;-; they fly around a lot but don’t stray too far from sploo -w- steele does not participate in battles unless it’s to use fairy lock on a wild pokemon that sploo wants to catch

then there’s flynt! :D my shiny!!! >< flynt perches on sploo’s shoulder when travelling through frigid area to keep him warm ;-; also flynt uses fly to deliver handwritten letters to sploo’s friends! :D it lets flynt fly free and enjoy the wind when the pokeball starts feeling cramped -w- flynt finds an everstone as a fletchinder and starts sitting on it like an egg and gets really attached (like that eagle that’s sitting on a rock jshkdfg) so she just holds the everstone now :P

koopa! the tirtouga -w- a bit hard headed, koopa needs a while to warm up to new trainers. he was a bit hard headed to train but after a while things went more smoothly :] koopa loooves the beachside! :D he knows dive and surff and helps sploo travel through water terrain! it’s a lot like how koopa shells worked in super mario galaxy where you hold on to a shell and it propels you through the water :3 stays in his pokeball most of the time unless it’s by the beachside or lake or any body of water

and last but not least rookie! the jangmo-o, a trusty and honorable battler! >:D much like ash's riolu from pokemon journeys! it takes a bit for the rookie to get used to the feeling of the chip in his head scale. but sooner or later rookie gets the hang of it -w- rookie loves getting to battle, but since sploo is a casual trainer and more focused on completing the dex and dragon types need more battling than usual to evolve dragon types rookie just stays as a jangmo-o :c not that he minds but yeagh

mister, storm, and rookie are the ones usually out for battles, flynt and koopa sometimes come out for battle too either when they get the urge or when they’re needed for certain type matchups! okay thank you for reading about my silly little guys they mean a lot to me and means a lot that you’d wanna read about them ;-;

#pokemon #sceptile #manectric #klefki #fletchinder #tirtouga #jangmo-o #trainer sona #aurughuhguhghghuh i love my teamm they r real to me ;;;;;

[artoutoftheblue]

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Current Hyperfixafion: The Sun and Moon Show

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Current Fursonas: Main - Sunshine (Fennec Fox), Secondary - Jupiter (Aardwolf)

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CW: This blog may talk about things that may be uncomfortable for some people (topics such as abuse, neglect, torture, and others), if these make you uncomfortable then I highly suggest looking elsewhere

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My AUs:

1. Haunted Stars AU: Art tag, Rambling tag

2. Overseas AU: Art tag, Rambling tag

3. Breaking the Bounds AU (My SAMS AU) (Updated Post) (Current Statuses of the characters): Art tag, Rambling tag

4. Roleplay AU (Has yet to be named)

5. Shapeshifter AU (I'll bring it back eventually)

6. Warrior Cats x SBS AU (Statuses of woodclan) (Statuses of other clans): Art tag, Rambling tag

7. Lord Solar AU: Art tag, Rambling tag

8. Confined to one Spot AU: Art tag, Rambling tag

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11. The Cost of Doubling Down AU: Art tag, Rambling tag

12. Wings of Fire x SBS AU: Art tag, Rambling tag

13. Swap!BTB AU: Art tag, Rambling tag

14. Game of Thrones x SBS AU (still in the works)

15. Stranger Things x SBS AU (Still in the works)

16. Always Evil AU (still in the works): Art tag, Rambling tag

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20. Stockholm CtOS AU: Art tag, Rambling tag

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22: Evil Solar AU: Art tag, Rambling tag

23: WC x SBS offshoot (technically a crossover but whatever) (info post) (info post on previous cats): Art tag, Rambling tag

24: TSAMS Demon AU (info post): Art + Rambling tag

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-General Crossover Tag

1. Breaking the Bounds AU x Celestial Siblings Show: Tag

2. Breaking the Bounds AU x Trapped Forever AU: Tag

3. Breaking the Bounds AU x Crystalverse AU: Tag

4. Lord Solar AU x Trapped Forever AU: Tag

5. Overseas AU x Celestial Siblings Show AU: Tag

6. Overseas AU x Trapped Forever AU: Tag

7. WC x SBS AU x Celestial Siblings Show AU: Tag

8. Hunger Games Time Loop Crossover (death post): Tag

9. Hunger Games Game Night Crossover

10. Confined to One Spot AU x Trapped Forever AU: Tag

11. Mask of Innocence AU x Celestial Siblings Show AU: Tag

12. Lord Crimson AU x Trapped Forever AU: Tag

13. RightHand Supernova AU: Tag

14. Breaking the Bounds AU x Red Blue and Black AU: Tag

15. Celestial Siblings Show AU x Haunted Stars AU: Tag

16. Supernova AU x Haunted Stars AU: Tag

17. Red Blue and Black AU x Haunted Stars AU: Tag

(If you wanna crossover with any of my aus then @ me with some scenarios! I love doing crossovers with anyone!)

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[soapyghost]

The Masked Man

A Ghost x Reader FF

CW- Smut & language.

I’m planning on writing multiple chapters to this if it’s received well. So here’s the startup before the real smut happens. Lmk if you enjoy!

I haven’t written fanfic since I was like 12 so let’s ride together.

-——--——--——--——--——--——--——-

*BZZZZZP* *BZZZZP*

Fuck- is that my phone? I swear to god if it’s James calling me into work on my one goddamn day off I’m going to-

“Hey J, what’s up?” I ask.

“Yoooo- you know I hate to ask but we really need you tonight. It’s insane and Kate called out” his voice pleads.

Man I can’t have SHIT. “Yeah man, see you in 15” i sigh. *click*. I put on some mascara and eyeliner. Oof- them circles rough. I put some concealer over it and call it good. I grabbed my keys and rushed out the door.

Lucky for them I only live a couple minutes away from the bar. How exactly does a dive bar get so overwhelmed every weekend. I park around back and get out of my car. Throw my hair into a high pony and throw open the back door into the steaming hot kitchen.

J wasn’t kidding when he said it was busy. From the second I opened the door I could barely hear the base of the music over the sound of people talking. I wave to the chefs and grab your apron. I say hello to James and I’m out into the front room. I scan through the crowd of people to see who I’m up against tonight. And then I see them.

Quietly tucked away in the darkest corner of the bar was a group of 3 men in fatigues. Oh good- military. It’s going to be one of those nights. If one of them grabs my ass I swear I will catch a charge. But as you look them over one of them catches your eyes and takes your breath away- a man in a ghost mask. It’s not Halloween why is he wearing that? But fuck. Those eyes. His big blue eyes are looking dead at you, hungry.

You saunter over to them, “fellas how’s it going tonight?”, you coo. The mustache talks first, “it’s going great.” His unmasked counter part chimes in “much better now that I’ve seen you”. You look over at him, he’s not a bad looking guy, muscles rippling through his fatigues. “Hmm. Can’t say the same” you say, holding his gaze. The ghost masked man let’s out a small chuckle “be careful there Johnny”. The way he says it sounds more like a warning than a joke. His voice was so husky. And that accent. Fuck. I’m such a sucker for accents. I flick my eyes over to him and tried to form some kind of retort but I couldn’t. The way he looked at me made my body shiver. I looked back at the mustache and ask him his drink order and then look to Johnny and get his. Finally you ask ghost mask what he wants. “Oh he won’t drink anything. Ghost won’t lift the damn mask up.” Johnny pipes up. Ghost huh? Figures with the mask. I shrug and walk back to the bar to start mixing their drinks. My ass looks good in these leggings. Wonder if Ghost noticed? I shake my head- absolutely not. We are not doing this again.

As you return to the table with the drinks you overhear Johnny say something- definitely vulgur by the tone you hear from Ghost. “That’ll do!” His voice gruff and annoyed. The sound of his voice stirs something in me. I wonder how it would sound telling me to get on my knees. My mind wanders for a second before Ghosts voice cuts through “thank you sweetheart”. Fuck. Fuck. Did he just call me sweetheart? My eyes are probably huge as I look over at him in shock. Is my mouth open? Fuck shit. I didn’t drop the drinks did I? I rip my eyes off his and look down at my hands. Still there. Thank god. “Anytime love” I say, regaining my cool now that I didn’t smash glass everywhere. I smile coyly. “Anything else I can get you gentlemen?” Johnny looks like he’s about to say something but one cold glance from Ghost and he stays silent. I smile again and turn around as fast as I can and take controlled steps back to the kitchen. Did I just call that man love? How red is my face? The moment I step foot back in the kitchen I make a break for the back door.

The cool air hits my face and I double over gasping. What is wrong with me?! I’ve known this dude all of 2 seconds and I wonder what his cock would feel like inside me? Jesus. I’m panting at the thought of it. I hear a chuckle. I snap back upright and turn around, “you alright there?” It’s Ghost. How the fuck did he get around back before? Why is he around back? And then you see it- a cigarette in his mouth. His mask is lifted just enough so he can smoke. God. How I wish I was that cigarette right now.

“Shit! Holy hell. How did you get back here?” I exclaim. “Well, I am a ghost” he says lightly. I lock eyes with him again, almost angry that he’s here. Can’t I have 2 seconds to collect myself? “Why exactly are you back here?“ I ask, rather coldly. I see his eyes sparkle at the question and next thing I know I’m up against the wall of the building with my hands above my head and Ghosts lips on mine.

The taste of his cigarette is intoxicating. The smell of him is driving me crazy. I let out a small moan. I hear Ghost chuckle. God. It’s so hot. “I’ve wanted to do this since I set eyes on you” he growls. His free hand snake it’s way up my shirt and stops on my breast. I let out a wimper. His tongue slips it’s way between my lips and begins to explore my mouth. I wonder what eles his tongue can do. Just the thought of this makes me wet.

Suddenly the pressure on my wrists and breast is gone. I open my eyes but he’s already gone. Was he really even there? Did I imagine it? Am I that down bad? I run around to either side of the building but no, there’s no sign of him. I take a few minutes to collect myself and fix my hair and shirt. As I’m brushing myself I feel something in my back pocket. I reach into the pocket and pull out a small thin rectangle plastic card. It’s a hotel room key. Fuck.

#ghost mw2 #mw2 smut #mw2 x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost smut #ghost fic #ghost fanfiction

[sanctifiedmind]

Hello, and welcome to Chimera's alterhuman sideblog! Non-alterhuman folk are welcome to follow, just please be respectful.

Some info, as well as my identities:

22 years old

It/Its pronouns exclusively - My sonas all use he/they/it though.

This is a sideblog! All follows come from my main, @chimerabytes

My alterhuman identities:

Nonhuman

Transspecies (Click this to read about what it means - it is NOT r*dqueer!)

Therian ; Rabbit, Irish Cob, Feline (majorly clouded leopard, some house cat), Dragon theriomythic

Fictionkin ; Soundwave (Transformers - mainly WFC / Aligned universe), Jinx (Arcane / League of Legends), Moondancer, Trixie, and Fluttershy (My Little Pony)

Miscellaneous ; Chimerakin, Fox Otherhearted

I am not interested in kin dating or forming / joining packs. I am 100% OK with "doubles" of my fictionkin identities following me.

#harley howls #alterhuman #antiradq transspecies #transspecies #otherkin #therian #nonhuman

[fruitys-kin-help]

Welcome to my My Little Pony kin help blog!

Hello! You can call me Pixel or Night Peak. I use he/they and as you can guess, I am MLPkin :3

Doubles are welcome, but I mainly just kin an OC named Night Peak lol. Click read more to see exactly what I do here!

I make things for various types of MLPkin, mostly G4 and Equestria Girls since thats what I'm most familiar with. But I'm also happy to make things for G1, G2, G3, original characters, and AUs! Pretty much anything MLP related.

Unfortunately due to personal preference I will most likely not do anything for G5, but if you like G5/are somepony from G5 you're still more than welcome to interact! I have nothing against you its just that G5 as a concept makes me feel kind of sad since everypony I knew is gone. Its hard to just think of it as an AU or something to cope, for me.

Will happily do ship related things as long as its not minor x adult or incest, just because that stuff makes me very uncomfortable and the former is a trigger for me.

Please be patient when waiting for requests as I am not feeling well lately and I don't think I'm getting better any time soon. I'll get to your request as soon as possible 💖

Requests I Do:

- Pride flags color picked from your kin

- Icons

- Replycons/reply icons

- Stimboards

- Name and/or pronoun recommendations

- Username/URL recommendations

- Care kits

- Cutie mark PNGs (I'll draw and/or design your cutie mark for you! If you already have a reference pic please send it in your ask 💖)

- Screenshot edits/base edits of kinsonas and/or OCs (I can only do ponies for this one for now, sorry! If you have a specific screenshot or base you want me to edit, let me know in your request! Its preferred if you have a picture for me to reference already but if not then please give me a very detailed description 💖)

- Original art drawings of your kinsona/OC (Just you drawn in my original art style, NOT a base or screenshot edit. Please specify if you want this or an edit when you send your ask!)

- Recipes for MLP themed food/food ponies specifically might eat (Some I make but most I find online)

- Will happily post kinfessions, canon calls, and Discord server/kin blog promos as well, as long as its all MLP related 💖

Note: If you're not MLPkin or you want to request something for another character/something else, I have an icons blog @fruitypiconsq and a stim blog @fruitypiestims you can request from!

I think that's everything! If I need to add more then I will. Happy requesting!

Other credits ;; For things not made by me, anything uncredited is either by me or credited in the original post where its used

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[foo1ishheart554]

Grill the Grid: Escape Room Edition

Someone on f1blr suggested this. They're probably never going to do this so here's my headcanon on how each team will go. Standard 45 minute room, easy, with some F1 themed riddles and some puzzles. (OOC WARNING)

Mercedes: George tries really hard, as soon as he gets one passcode he's going to try it on every lock. Lewis just lets George do his thing, while laughing at how serious and sweaty George is getting ("NO HINTS" he insists. Though they did budge in the end because one of the riddles is just ridiculous.) Lewis still helped on some of the riddles and puzzles. They escaped with 8 minutes left.

Aston Martin: as soon as Seb hears there are F1 riddles he gets hella keen - and gets all of them right of course. Lance also sweettalked the room master for some additional hints. They easily escaped with 9 minutes left.

Ferrari: SUPER LOUD. A combination of pony noises and Carlos mansplaining Charles on how to work the direction locks (they were both wrong anyways, it's double click to reset not whatever they're trying). Just pure chaos and destroying the eardrums of the room master. Despite all this they escape with 1 minute left (cue loud screaming celebrations).

Alfa Romeo: a godsend after Ferrari. Very quiet teamwork. Good vibes. Room master awards them with additional hints just for how good they're behaving (also Val looks a bit lost). Escapes with 7 minutes left.

Williams: Alex has done escape rooms before and he knows what to expect. Very chill. Needed some hints for the riddles but that's it. Escapes with 5 minutes left.

Red Bull: DNF. Both just tried a bit and decided it's more fun to just sit down and chat (the room master joined too lol) and drink beer, while playing with the props.

Alpine: DNF. Esteban was trying his hardest (Lance gave him hints prior too). Nando just wasn't being very helpful and was talking his time.

AlphaTauri: another VERY LOUD room. Pure chaos. Both boys were sweating after doing a few laps around the room looking for clues. Kinda just goofed around. Live slug reaction from all behind the camera. Barely escaped with 10 seconds left.

McLaren: Lando wanted to escape but Dan was doing his Uncle Dan thing and just wasn't very helpful. The whole process was just Lando fiddling with the locks while Dan just standing there, beer in hand, doing his Aussie bloke chitchat. It's only up until the 20 minute mark when the room master said there's ANOTHER ROOM and they need to hurry up where Dan started to be helpful. Escaped with 1 minute left.

Hass: Just banter, good vibes, Kevin showing pictures of Laura to the room master to get more hints. Escaped with 3 minutes left.

#ramblings #f1 shitpost #it's my birthday i can post whatever i want

[ichoosechoasandbeingqueer]

Under New Management, Ch 1

This started as a silly horny one shot, and now I have at least five chapters planed, and I entirely blame @laurfilijames​ for my obsession with this awful man.

Ryder Harrison x reader

Warnings: Guns, non graphic death,

Words: 3185

Ryder is in hot trouble, and find and even hotter solution.

The echo of gunfire rung in Ryders ears as he twisted his wrist and revved his bike into the next gear. His breaths were quick and he struggled to keep his bike straight as more shots rang out, his head ducking in an attempt to keep himself alive. 

It worked some, most of the white cars on his tail backing off or coming to a screeching crash, but one was much more persistent and as he took a sharp right, his tires sliding out from underneath him at the speed he was travelling, one of the bullets hit his gas tank, the bike slipping out from between his legs and bursting into a fiery inferno.  

It worked some, most of the white cars on his tail backing off or coming to a screeching crash, but one was much more persistent and as he took a sharp right, his tires sliding out from underneath him at the speed he was travelling, one of the bullets hit his gas tank, the bike slipping out from between his legs and bursting into a fiery inferno.  

He hit the ground with a grunt of pain, rolling through the dirt and tearing up his skin. Dazed and hurting he took off on foot, his limp apparent after the shot to the foot he received a few weeks back.

Chuck’s men were quick to catch up behind him and he weaved through fences and factories to shake them off. Finally coming up to the gate that would lead him out of the maze, he skittered to a stop as a smooth black car pulled up to his left.

Unarmed and trapped he put his hands out in surrender, one last plea for his life.

The front door of the car swung open and a man stepped out, his demeaner casual and calm as he sent Ryder a grin. He didn’t look Asian, which ruled him out as one of Chuck’s men, but he wasn’t Māori either and he wore no To Toki vest. In fact, he wore a uniform he didn’t recognize. His long, dark red hair was pulled back in a low pony tail and shades covered his eyes. As casual as his entrance, he pulled a gun out from his vest and in three shots the men that were on Ryders tail lay dead.  

The stranger sent another grin and opened the back door.

“The boss wants to have a chat with you Ryder Harrison. I would advise not making them wait,” a thick Irish accent called out to him, gesturing to the back seat.

His blue eyes glanced between the door and the now clear way back into the maze in panic.

“I would also advise not running,” the Irishmen called out again, “The boss wants to talk but I have not problem with simply shooting you,”

“Alright, alright, I’m coming,” he shot back knowing he didn’t stand a chance against the armed man if he did try something and limped towards the car with his hands still up. He slipped into the car with a pounding heart, the door closing behind him with a quiet click. They were moving before he realized there was someone in the back seat with him.

His panic doubled and he pushed himself as far into the door as he could as he watched the new stranger.

A woman, a very pretty woman, sat beside him in a short black skirt and blouse, her fingers shuffling threw paperwork until she pulled out a file with his picture on it.

“Ryder Harrison,” she spoke in a soft voice not bothering to tear her eyes from the files, a small smirk on her plump pink lips, “Head of the Assassins, arrested once when you were nineteen and again in your twenties. Dabbles in weed, booze and other party drugs, owns a garage on the west side of Vegas and until recently ran an underground fighting ring,”

“Who the fuck are you?” he growled, “any how the fuck do you know so much about me?”

She raised a bow at him and sent him an amused look. She gathered the paperwork into a neat stack and handed it to him, turning to watch him intently, “I simply like to know who I’m working with. You see, I want to make you an offer,”

Ryder tilted his head at her, his curiosity outweighing his fear at this point, “Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Do you know who I am Ryder?”

“Not a clue,”

“Then let’s just say I’m an eccentric business woman who has a high-stake interest in getting her foot into Vegas,”

“Aw yeah,” he grinned, leaning forwards and sizing her up in his head, “and why do you need me for that?”

“Because…” she played along much to his delight, also leaning towards him and tapping him on the nose, “you have contacts, resources, knowledge. You know this town better than any and I want a local on my side. I have big plans and a very heavy pocket. All I need now is a friend on my payroll that can get things done,”

He sneered at her pretty words, “Oh, I see. You need a lap dog that knows how things run around here,”

“Precisely,” she nodded and frowned at his sudden displeasure, “but… if you’re not the man for the job I can always offer the spot to the To Toki…”

“Easy up love,” Ryder quickly cut in with a shake of his head, “no need to bring those dickheads into this, we had a nice thing going here didn’t we? Let’s not ruin it. How much are we talking here? A couple grand? More?”

“Oh darling, I don’t play with petty cash like that. Vegas is just under the radar enough to make some very pleasing deals without much of a cover. I’m talking half a million, rich business men with spare time on their hands, overseas deals that spend wealth like it’s going out of fashion,”

It took all Ryders concentration to keep his jaw from hitting the ground. A deal like that could keep him living pretty for the rest of his life, not to mention he would be taking orders from a very pretty dame who seemed to enjoyed a flirt almost as much as he did.

He leaned back and gave her another once over, weighing out his options in his head. He could use a friend on his side right now, but he still had no idea who this woman was. She could be a cop for all he knew, but the way her sharp eyes flashed as she spoke gave him the impression she enjoyed the taste of danger a little to much to be a bitch in blue. That she walked on the darker side of the law.

“I wouldn’t mind playing lap dog for that kind of payroll I suppose,”

“Good,” she grinned again, “because you would look so good in a collar,”

“Kinky, definitely my kind of deal,” he snickered, leaning into the soft leather seats of the car and resting his hands behind his head, “but pretty words don’t show shit I’m afraid. How do I know your legit? And what do I get out of it?”

“Bold words coming from someone who has nothing but a gun to his head,” she scoffed, “but I’ll bite. I’ll give you your name back,”

“My name?”

“Yes Ryder, your name. The Assassin’s name. Back in all it’s glory because let’s be honest. You’re a joke,”

He gave a growl low in the back of his throat, his ego dinted and his confidence shattered. Chuck’s right-hand girl had said the same thing to him while she kept him on his knees. That he was weak. That he scared no one. That the rest of the town walked over him because they thought him a joke.

The reason it hit so hard however, was because it was true.

When people looked upon the To Toki, they cowered, they walked the other way, they held their hands out in surrender. You didn’t fuck up a deal with those guys because you knew there would be consequences. But the Assassins? How many times had they been screwed over or double crossed? How many times had he backed down or got caught with his pants around his ankles? How many times had people laughed at his face?

Ignoring his shattered demeanor, the woman continued to speak, tilting his head up with one finger and forcing his eyes to meet hers, “but I want to change that. To make them fear you, to make them respect you, once again. I see what you can become Ryder. Great. Powerful. The king of these miserable streets. I can help you become that, if you’ll let me,”

There it was again, the flame in her eyes as she looked at him, as she stroked his ego back to life with promises of power and respect.

“Anything you want. Anything you need, would be all yours,”

“Yeah?” he whispered back with a shaky breath, her stare and words making his head spin, “And what do you get out of it? Something about you tells me you don’t do charity work,”

She gave him an amused look that made her nose scrunch and slid herself closer to him, sitting only inches away from his lap. A teasing hand was placed on the side of his thigh, “Like I said, I need a local on my side to get things done. I want to take Vegas by storm and I want to do that through you. We’d split profits, share connections, run the underworld. You can own Vegas, so long as I own you,”

His breath hitched in his throat as her hand traveled ever so slowly up his leg, and he licked his lips and he watched.

“What- what exactly do you mean by profits?” he croaked, trying to keep his composure and settle the deal before he lost himself, “My cash came from weed and my ring fights, and Chuck fucked both of those up on me…”

Ryder felt the car slow down and rumble to a stop around him and he risked a quick glance out the window.

“Recognize the place?” she asked sweetly.

“Yeah, used to be an old sawmill. Hasn’t been operating in years, not since the interior got burnt out. Pretty sure it got bought a few months ago by some big shot from the city?”

She gave a chuckle and held out a set of keys before his face, “Well the big shot from the city wants you to have a look,”

He looked between her and the keys with growing excitement, snatching them from her hand and waltzing his way to the front door. She made her way behind him, the clicking of her heels against the pavement rhythmic. He waisted no time getting inside, stopping short at what he found.

The inside had been completely decked out with a bar and dance floor. A large stage sat to the right of the area and neon lights lined the walls hiding smoke machines and strobe lights. A staircase had been fitted close to the back that led up to a balcony looking over the open area of the stage and dance floor and a sign hung from the rafters reading ‘Welcome to the Wolves Den’.

“A nightclub?” he questioned, “Sweet as, but not really my area of expertise,”

“That’s because we haven’t finished our tour yet Ryder, head to the bar and use the second key on the black door hidden behind the curtains,”

He gave a nod and followed her instructions. It took him a moment to find the door, it being very well hidden against the array of signs, mirrors and lights, but he turned the handle and was led into a dim boxy room where another red hair fellow sat waiting.

He made a move to grasp his gun but the woman waved her hand and he immediately backed off.

“Can’t have too much protection in this part of the den,” she grinned and taking the lead she headed down the stairs and through another curtain.

He continued with her, his blue eyes widening at the cage that sat in the center of the room. It was nothing like the makeshift dog cage he used for his fights, it had been ornamented with mats and padded bars. Spikes lined the tops in a grungy look that suited the rest of the room and seating, making it look rough and lawless despite the safety features. It made him feel more feral even standing in here.

There was a smaller bar in here, with less decisive bottles and no labels and as he ducked his head over the counter he noticed the cigarettes, joints and other colored pills that were less that legal tucked away. A mirror ran along the back wall making the room look bigger than it was, and a mural of wolf heads, all with their teeth bared and bloody, stretched along the side.  

“More to your standers Ryder?” she asked with satisfaction.

“Oh fuck yeah. Definitely the best naughty corner I’ve been in,”

“Bar’s decked out with all the best goodies, legal and otherwise,” she nodded, pointing out different places as she showed him around, “cage is permanent, completely matted, and lights can be moved or coloured from the control panel over there. Seats for the spectators along the walls, space to stand against the cage for the more eager, and that box up there is a privet room for the more… how would you say… big spenders. Bets are done through the bar, and the scores are shown on the screens up there. What do you think?”

“I think you and I are gonna be very rich and very happy,”

So enthralled with it all, he missed her slink towards him until she had pinned him to the wall of the cage. She was a far bit shorter than him but far more intimidating, especially with the way she causally played with the butterfly knife she had pulled from her top. He made a move to slip away, but she brought the blade down level to his throat, a clash of metal against the steel cage echoing around the room.

She gave him a knowing grin and he swallowed harshly, staring her down despite his fear as she pushed herself against him, her body warm against his stomach and her breasts heavy against his chest.

She battered her long lashes and trailed her spare hand under his leather vest, “Ryder? Darling? I’m not fucking around here. You take this deal and I need competence, ok? Not the dickhead that gets lead into an ambush with a promise of a quick fuck. Not the ass that makes empty threats and cowers when push comes to shove. I need the Ryder that makes people afraid when he drives by, the Ryder that takes care of defiant Ukrainian fighters, quickly and neatly, with no loose ends. I need Ryder Harrison, king of Vegas,”

He blinked, putting her words together in his head, “How do know- how long have you been watching me?”

“Not just you Ryder, I’ve had my sights on this town long before Chuck got his grubby fingers into To Toki’s ‘kiwifruit’ business, long before that bar break in and long before Kingi took over the To Toki. I have eyes and ears everywhere and I have spent way too much time and money on this for you to fuck it up, understand?”

“Yeah I get it,”

“Do you Ryder? Do you? Because the last guy didn’t, and I had to make a very bloody example of him. Don’t make me have to do the same to you, okay?”

“Look, I won’t fuck this up ok? I am sick of being walked over by every asshole out there and them laughing at my name!” he snarled down at her before giving a sigh and dropping his voice into a whisper, pulling her closer by her waist and murmuring into her ear, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, “I won’t fuck this up, you and I? Were gonna rule this place, I promise. Give me a few days and I’ll have fighters ready, bets organized. I’ll keep you satisfied, in every way you need me too,”

He could feel her heart speed up at his words, the double meaning apparent to both of them, and her breath was hot against the skin of his neck. He pressed his hips against hers, a promise of what he was offering growing and hardening against her.

“Then I think you and I are going to get along quiet well,” she whispered back, pulling her head back to ghost her lips against his, “What do you need to make it happen hmm?”

“I’ll need a new bike,” he huffed, grinding himself against her slowly.

She let out a little gasp that kept him going, “I’ll have it delivered to your garage, what else?”

“Protection, Chucks men aren’t gonna stop coming after us without a reason to back off,”

“I’ll make a few calls, calm him down, load the Assassins up with some proper firearms,”

His hands traveled down her sides to cup at her ass, hitching one leg over his hip and reeling her skirt up to play with her skin, “There’s a bar, a local hang out. Free drinks whenever we show? Don’t want them trailing us back to here after all,” he grinned knowing he was pushing his luck at this point but more focused on the way she felt in his hands.

“Careful Ryder, you’re not the king yet,” she warned with a quick nip to his jaw, “but I’ll see what I can do, anything else?”

“Hmm, nothing that I can think on the top of my head,” he grinned leaning forwards to swallow her lips.

She saw it coming, bringing the butterfly knife to her lips, the bladed edges keeping him hitting home. She smiled behind the blade and gave a quick squeeze to his ass before slipping out of his grip, giggling at his frustrated pout.

“Business before pleasure I’m afraid darling. Prove I chose the right man for the job and I’ll make sure you enjoy your reward personally, but until then…” she flicked the knife around in her hand concealing it in its handle and tossing it to him, “till we meet again Ryder,”

He gaped as she walked away with a deliberate sway in her hips, letting out a long moan as she disappeared into the curtains. Hard and worked, up he decided to check out the bathroom before he called someone to pick him up.

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[ediblegardenspointloma]

Dry Bean Harvest

I am bedazzled by the Tiger’s Eye dry bean, though, admittedly, I’ve not cooked them yet. Here’s the description from Vermont Bean and Seed Company. 80-90 Day. Bush. Originally from Southern South America. This dry bean has a wonderful rich flavor and smooth texture. The skins are very tender and disappear when cooked making them great for refried beans or chili. Can be used as a fresh shell bean. Very productive on 24 inch plants.

Tiger’s Eye is just one of six dry beans I grew this summer. For the past four years I’ve had difficulty growing tomatoes in my garden with our trend to cool and foggy summers. But I can grow beans. Emerite pole green beans thrive as do a variety of bush beans. In 2022 I decided to try dry beans.

My dry bean harvests are small because my city vegetable garden consists primarily of four raised beds totaling 120 square feet. With half an acre, I’d be planting rows of dry beans!

I’ve written about cranberry beans after my first encounter with them in a Farmers Market Box from Specialty Produce. I wonder if it was their color or their history as a beloved heirloom in New England since the eighteenth century. I grew them for the first time in 2022 and saved seed for this year.

My cranberry bean harvest was abundant a year ago so I planted a 24 x 24 inch block this year with 2 ounces of saved seed. This year’s harvest, pictured above was 7 ounces. You might call these hobby beans—maybe a couple of dinners but I’ll savor them.

Cannellini beans are favorites and useful in our plant-based, Mediterranean diet. They did poorly last summer but I gave them another opportunity to prove themselves. The results were dismal—perhaps location related. One ounce of seed produced 3 ounces. I have other beans that were very productive to take their place next year.

Renee’s Garden offers Heirloom Dry Beans, Soup Mix Blend. The seed packet lists equal parts of Painted Pony, Hidatsa Red Indian, Yellow Indian Woman and Jacob’s Cattle beans. To give them a fair chance, I planted 10 seeds of each in a 1 x 4 foot area. Two beans did very well and two harvests were quite meager.

The Jacob’s Cattle Gold beans will not make the cut for next year but should be nice in a winter bean soup. Ditto Hidatsa Red Indian beans.

Yellow Indian Woman beans, (also known as Buckeye by Rancho Gordo) on the dinner plate above is 3 ounces from just 10 seeds. These were the most productive of the soup mix beans. If they cook up well and we like them, I’ll definitely plant a large area next year.

Considering the yields from 12 square feet, I plan to at least double the area devoted to dry beans next year.

My Dry Bean Sources Cranberry Beans—Territorial Seed Co. (These were all dark red. Some seed companies only offer the predominately white cranberry beans splashed with red). Cannellini Beans—Territorial Seed Co. Heirloom Dry Beans, Soup Mix Blend—Renee’s Garden Source for Tiger’s Eye Beans—Vermont Bean and Seed Co. and Seed Savers Exchange.

Check out other dry bean seed sources such as Seed Savers Exchange, Vermont Bean and Seed Co. and Fedco Seeds,

Sample beans you might like to grow by ordering from Rancho Gordo. I found their method for cooking dry beans humorous and helpful.

Check the What I’m Planting Now page as I transplant and sow seeds for the cool season garden. Then head today to Harvest Monday, hosted by Dave at Happy Acres blog and see what garden bloggers around the world harvested last week.

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#Tiger's Eye beans #Yellow Indian Woman beans #Jacob's Cattle Gold Beans #Hidatsa Red Indian Beans #Cranberry beans #cannellini beans #Territorial Seed Co. #Renee's Garden

[hoediaz]

seven sentence sunday

tagged by besties @queerpanikkar @sibylsleaves @thatbuddie @bibuddie @henswilsons thank u legends MWAH have hs teacher eddie au xoxo

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Eddie’s clicking the notification before he can stop to think about it, his stomach seizing briefly — stupidly — as he tries to remember what photos exist on his account.

The good news: Christopher’s in it, several years younger and cheesing adorably from the cradle of Eddie’s arms.

The bad news: it’s from 2016, from a marathon he ran with Adriana, and he’s shirtless and dripping with sweat. Adriana stands next to him, her pony tail limp and sweaty, but her triumphant grin splits her face. Eddie’s mostly squinting against the sun, his smile a tiny thing in the corner of his mouth directed at Christopher rather than the camera.

Before Eddie can properly work himself up into being truly embarrassed that this is a photo Buck has not only seen, but has liked, Buck sends him a message, and then two more in quick succession.

firebuckley: fuck

i didn’t mean to

i’m drwiunk

diazeddie: You didn’t mean to get drunk or you didn’t mean to like my photo from 2016?

firebuckley: photo lol ur so cute

OLD

I MEAN U R SO OLD

if these are double tags i’m sorry xoxo @mmtions (ik u just posted i’m eating it up but still) @probieeddie @gayravi @gayeddiaz @buckactuallys

#txt #wip games #if this looks weird i’m on mobile

[ifacotarwasgood]

CHAPTER 1 - page 5/?

original word count: 2452

revised word count: 1529

click for ch 1's full comparison document.

original:

heat of our cottage. Some small, fragmented part of me recoiled at the thought. Bushes rustled across the clearing. Drawing my bow was a matter of instinct. I peered through the thorns, and my breath caught. Less than thirty paces away stood a small doe, not yet too scrawny from winter, but desperate enough to wrench bark from a tree in the clearing. A deer like that could feed my family for a week or more. My mouth watered. Quiet as the wind hissing through dead leaves, I took aim. She continued tearing off strips of bark, chewing slowly, utterly unaware that her death waited yards away. I could dry half the meat, and we could immediately eat the rest—stews, pies … Her skin could be sold, or perhaps turned into clothing for one of us. I needed new boots, but Elain needed a new cloak, and Nesta was prone to crave anything someone else possessed. My fingers trembled. So much food—such salvation. I took a steadying breath, double-checking my aim. But there was a pair of golden eyes shining from the brush adjacent to mine. The forest went silent. The wind died. Even the snow paused.

revision:

It took me a moment to realize the forest had gone silent. The wind died. Even the snow seemed to hang mid-air. Ten paces away, a pair of golden eyes shone. A wolf stalked from the brush, gaze fixed on the doe. It was the size of a pony. Worse than its size was the unnatural stealth: enormous paws landed on the icy ground without a rustle. The doe’s ears didn’t so much as flick. My mouth turned bone-dry. Mortals no longer worshiped the old gods, but if I’d known their names, I would’ve prayed to them. I’d heard stories of faeries taking the shape of other animals but had never seen anything like this. If this wolf was a faerie, I should already be running. But maybe…maybe it’d be better if I killed it. It was only a matter of time before it caught wind of the village, and we ended up another ruined border town. Better to end it now. I’d never faced a wolf, but I was a decent shot. Putting an arrow through its eye would be no burden, especially since it hadn’t seemed to notice me, where I remained concealed in the brush. I had a hunting knife and three arrows. Two were ordinary, but the third I’d bought a few summers back, when we’d had enough coppers for luxuries. A long,

#acotar #acotar rewrite #ch 1 #the original section wasn't...that bad #but there's so much extra connective tissue it becomes a slog to read #did this book have an editor?? #that said “quiet as wind hissing through dead leaves” is kind of a slay

[vampire-fanboy]

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Interests: Italicized interests are major interests. [Click on a fandom name and it’ll take you to my blogs tag for said media!]

General: Art, OCs, Rats, Vampires, Clowns, Demons, Angels, Zombies, Cats, Birds, Bats, Roses, Horror Genres, Autumn, Halloween, Monsters, Greek Mythology, Merfolk, Pumpkins, Anime Figures, Collecting. yaoi /j

Aesthetics: Vampiric, Emo, Scene, Dark Academia, Steampunk, Circus, Lovecore, Y2K, Early 2000's, Victorian, Gothic, Celestialcore, Angelcore, Horrorcore, Gyaru/Gyaruo, Visual Kei, Medicalcore, Kidcore.

Media: Creepypasta, Monster High (G1 & G3), Ever After High, My Little Pony (G4), Starters, Don't Hug Me I'm Scared, Madness Combat, Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, Tangled/Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure, Mirai Nikki, Watamote, Love Chunibyo & Other Delusions, The Walten Files, LPS Popular, Mob Psycho 100, Happy Tree Friends, Chainsaw Man, Osomatsu San, South Park, Scream, Invader Zim, Coraline, Corpse Bride, The Owl House, Futari wa PreCure, Bocchi the Rock!, Madoka Magica, ENA, Bugbo, Adventure Time, Sweeny Todd, Popee the Performer, Tinkerbell, Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, Trolls.

Games: Team Fortress 2, Ace Attorney, Megaman, Cookie Run (OB & KNG), Guilty Gear, Blazblue, OMORI, Don't Starve, Roblox, Muse Dash, Five Nights at Freddy's, Undertale/Deltarune, Life is Strange, Liar Liar, Monster Prom, Cuphead, Doki Doki Literature Club, Night in the Woods, Sally Face, Higurashi: When they Cry, Ib, Mad Father, The Witch's House, Corpse Party, Aria's Story, Angels of Death, Misao, Project Kat, Jackbox Party Games, Skullgirls, Left 4 Dead, Cult of The Lamb, Needy Streamer Overload, Skyrim.

Music: S3RL, Lady Gaga, 6arelyhuman, horrormovies, Brokencyde, BLACK DRESSES, Goreshit, 100 gecs, KOKAYNA, Your Favorite Martian, Slayyyter, Tyler The Creator, femtanyl, Starberry, STYXVII, System Of A Down, Jazmin Bean, Elita, My Chemical Romance, That Kid, Sub Urban, siouxxie sixxsta, The Beatles, Michael Jackson. Hyperpop, Breakcore, Speedcore, Emo, Scene, Early 2000's, Goth, Metal, Techno, Electronic, Vocal Synths (Vocaloid, UTAU, etc), Happy Hardcore.

[DON’T assume I ship something just because I reblog fanart of it, if I want to state my ships that badly then I will. Thank you.]

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Synpaths:

"What is a Synpath?"

-Espresso Cookie-

[For personal comfort I will not elaborate on him being separated from the rest, it's not your business. He still counts as a Synpath to me personally, I will say however I may block you if you claim to be him, or kin him, etc, I can confirm though I am so less strict on this nowadays. Just don't take it personally if I do LOL. It's also encouraged you block me too if you claim to be him/kin him/etc.]

-Jyushimatsu, Todomatsu, Licorice Cookie, Pizza Cookie, Lychee Dragon Cookie-

-Timekeeper Cookie, Tohru Kunikuda, ENA, Spinel, Pinkie Pie-

-Fluttershy, Muffins, Vinyl Scratch, Basil, Tomoko Kuroki-

-Chespin, GIR, Yellow Guy, Gotou Hitori, Sayori-

-Toy Bonnie, Kyle Broflovski, The Collector, Ame-Chan, Simon Petrikov-

-Betty Grof, Flame Princess, Candy Queen, Queen Poppy, Mr. Dinkles-

[These are all characters I relate to for multiple reasons! They aren't "me" I just relate to them! So no, anyone who is kin to these guys or anything alike are not "doubles" to me nor would I be considered a "double" to you. However if me relating to any of these characters despite personally not seeing them As Me makes you uncomfortable, you're free to block me! Put your comfort first.]

If a character is listed here, but their original media isn't listed in my interests. That means I am not a fan of their original media.

-Cats/Kittens, Bats-

[I specifically relate more to small silly looking kittens then cats as a whole, but at the same time I do relate to most cats! I also relate to bats quites a bit too, but not nearly as much as cats/kittens. I however do NOT consider myself otherkin/therian though, to clear up any confusions! These are purely Synpaths for me!]

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#issak.txt #important

[glapplebloom]

Oh boy... The Deadbeat...

It begins nicely enough. Spike is learning how to fly. Twilight tries but he needs a dragon teacher. And luckily Smolder is there to help. And then a set up to possibly the best Observation Comic I ever made and I bet for many the beginning of the Spike and Smolder ship. Of course, plenty of opportunities already...

After giving Smolder the gift, another dragon called Sludge comes crashing in. He acts tough, but he’s hurt so Spike takes him to the castle to recover. But the way he said castle immediately makes you think he’s pretending to be hurt to get special treatment. And after a montage of his “recovery”, he’s ready to go. 

Then he hears that Spike is an orphan and it just so happens he claims to be Spike’s father. He claims he was looking for Spike everywhere but then the others say he’s pretty well known everywhere. Well, about as much as Twilight so outside the Crystal Empire they probably know of him at best. But that’s probably why he headed towards Ponyville to see how Spike was living.

He then tells a story about how Spike was an orphaned egg. He claims she went to scout for the migration but he went to find her so she can meet him. But when he said he went to Mount Aris, that’s when he found out he couldn’t BS a story since they had been to there and Klugetown. So he makes up something about a group called the Scale Collectors: dragon hunters. Where he sacrificed himself to them to save the egg.

But when they asked follow up questions, he began to cry saying he wished he had all the answers. Though I think some of them are figuring it out. When the two dragons went out, Spike pulled out a list of all the things he wanted to do with his parents. That worries Sludge, but when he sees this upsets Spike, he decides to play along and do the list. It is nice, but so sad considering we know the truth.

After that montage, when Spike asked what he would want to do, Sludge almost dropped the ball. But he recovered saying if he had a castle like that he would just lay around like a real dragon. This led to Sludge making Spike feel self conscious about himself since he was raised by Ponies. So Twilight suggests that Sludge helps Spike be more dragon-like.

Cue song where Sludge takes advantage of Spike. And in the first verse, there’s a contradiction. He was happy to live in a castle and lie around, and then sings that Spike can’t do that in the castle. If you didn’t figure out he was a faker by now, this song should have clued you in. Especially the ending where he basically confesses he’s trying to take Spike’s home.

When Twilight tries to talk to Spike, she finds Sludge resting in Spike’s place while Spike is living outside and working for him. Basically everyone who is seeing this is thinking something is up. Sadly, before Spike could get a second opinion from another dragon, he basically breaks Twilight’s heart thinking she’s upset that he got a real parent now.

Luckily Smolder is there to reveal that Sludge may not be telling Spike the truth, as she contradicts a lot of his lessons. When Spike told Smolder everything he’s been teaching him, the two came up with a plan. Later, the plan is simple: they’re moving out. Sludge doesn’t take it well. Especially when Spike sings his song back at him. 

Then the reveal happened. Sludge isn’t Spike’s father. After Smolder confirms that Sludge is a Phony Pony Full of Baloney, Spike realizes who he really is and who is responsible for it. He apologizes to Twilight for what he said earlier and Spike confirms that he knows who his real family is. Twilight double checks it's her.

Overall, it is a nice story about the family that you have over the family you don’t have. Regardless if they gave birth to you or not, if they raised you, fed you, took care of you and made you what you are today, that’s your family. It's just a shame that they introduced a dragon so jerky they had to reform Garble next season to bring balance to Dragon representation.

Click here to see the original review and how it fits in GLAB canon, which TL;DR, he doesn’t even try to pretend since he’s a farm dragon.

#green lantern apple bloom #mlp review #mlp revisit #season 8

[keefwho]

July 17 - 2023 Monday

8:27 PM

I had decided to password protect this blog to make it totally private but the truth is I don’t want to do that. I hate talking to myself. I’d rather it be public even if no one is actually reading it. I feel better having things out there. I do wonder about the harm it could do though if people close to me see such unfiltered thoughts. I wouldn’t have to worry about that if I hadn’t linked it to my other Tumblr awhile back. Maybe I can change the URL, unlock it, and maybe shake the graphics up to not clearly be me. Maybe it would be nice to almost be incognito despite the fact that I say enough personal things on here to probably figure out who I am. Maybe the goal will be to intentionally be more vague and secret. 

11:06 PM

Today was okay. Breakfast was potstickers and spicy ramen which was good but I did worry slightly if it would be okay on my tummy despite eating it before. I did well with work today, I like what I’ve been doing using color in my sketch sheet. I drew the first porn of my newest pony OC Avena today. After this I have one last big commission to do this month from the guy that pays double to have it done. I did my leg workout but I don’t think it’s enough so I planned to fill my 2 workout-free days with small leg workouts. I just really want that ass and know I gotta work hard to make it happen. Lunch was a hot dog and a macaroni cup. I think I did a good job on today’s request and made just a little more progress on my bathroom world. I spent some time in my friends server as usual and had fun, I’m just starting to make more consistent conversation with more people there. I still don’t know if I feel it clicking but I will give it more time. It will at least hold me over until I find people that do click better. After work was done I felt inspired to draw a little bit more. After THAT I started to feel lost as usual. I had trouble figuring out what to do that would bring me meaning. I know I like VRchat so I hopped in for a bit to try and socialize. I did have a happy little conversation with this brand new player. He is a 31 year old guy who got his Quest 2 days ago and was hopping worlds. I thought he was a furry because I joined a public “Verified Furry” group instance but he was not associated with that. He just happened to pick this cartoony goat avatar. He was nice to talk to, socially adept unlike the few furries that joined and crowded our conversation. He didn’t stay on for too long though because of his headset’s battery life. I told him he could join me whenever, especially if he gets his Quest hooked up to his PC like he plans to on Wednesday. After that I tried hopping to find more people but had no luck. Another friend joined on me that I didn’t quite want to put up with and as usual he tried fucking the first people we met. I was honestly just super hungry at this point so I got off to make dinner. I watching Twitch until my bestie called and we chatted just a bit before she fell asleep. Ever since I’ve been watching someone stream Novel AI to write a funny little story. I thought about using it myself to write smut just for me even though I stand against using AI for creative means. In this case though it would be totally private for my use. Not sure I will actually put the time into that though. During this time I also made a happy little graph on my time tracking sheet to visualize how much I work per day compared to the rest. I love data like that.

#journal #diary #vrchat #ai

[brantodd33-blog]

A few minutes earlier on the roof top, of the sixth level. We see Tripp standing in a cold drizzle, holding his newly found weapon, the double-edged fireman’s axe in both hands.

His head lowered, with his dripping wet dark curly hair, hanging in front of his fogged over glasses.

He pans the roof top, and finds what he is looking for. The breaker box, and sees it is mounted to some sort of small master control room, he thinks.

As he begins to move, he notices a large black horned shadow appear atop the little building, and moans. “Oh hell, here we go again!”

He looks to his left, and sees a group of large industrial heater units. Then looks back one more time to see the shadow with its back turned still looking into the frozen landscape, the snow brightly reflecting the moon light. This is when, the young man’s heart begins to pound in his chest, so hard he can feel it in his finger tips as he tightly grips the wooden axe handle.

Breathing heavily, he makes a mad dash for the units to his left.

Dropping swiftly to the slick slush covered concrete Tripp slides, his eyes widening in surprise quickly realizing he has just overshot his target.

“oh fuck!” Tripp thinks.

He scrambles back to the row of heaters. Ducking down just in time to see the gold ringed eyes of the tall thin Hollowmonger with its unusually long twisted horns. Turns blinking back in his direction.

At that same moment, a loud roaring howl comes out of the icy wilderness. Tripp thinks out, saying ‘Nightshade devil bears’.

Not understanding why, or how he knows this, but fully aware it is true.

That’s when the tall twisted shadow turns back, looking into the glowing white frozen land, and then up hissing to the moon. It rapidly flies off moving on the surface of the buildings, and lands below, in the direction of the howling devil bear.

This is when Tripp slowly stands moving out from the cover of the Observatories large industrial heating units.

He begins his slow crouch to the control building. He moves low staying in the shadows, and just behind the small building, with his back against the wall, he shuffles to the right corner, reaching the edge.

Tripp peeks around, and sees the box, and notes he is the only living being on the roof top at the moment.

This is when he moves. So with speed he runs, and slides on the frozen slush coming to a stop in front of the breaker box.

“Oh fuck there is a lock, damn it!” He exclaims.

Looking around for something, anything, but finds nothing. He raises his axe, bringing it down in a swift motion smacking the lock to the ground.

Swinging open the lid to find dozens of switches going down each row reading aloud; “Cafeterias, research labs, warehousing, elevators, ICU; and bingo! The emergency systems.” Tripp notices the switch as been ‘tripped’ to the ‘on’ position he takes hold of the handle quickly flipping it back to ‘off’ with a clicking snap.

Sparks pop from the box, and a small spiral of gray smoke. Tripp, shakes his head letting out a puff of cold breath, blowing his frozen bangs out of his eyes, and pinching the bridge of his nose, in frustration. When the box makes a fizzled popping, and with a humming ping all the roof top security lamps spring on, flooding the area with yellow light. At the same time the power is restored. Tripp hears several low screeching growls coming from behind him, and before he turns, he whispers to himself.

“Shit, a Tower of Snallygasters!” He thinks how do I know that? As he turns slowly to the strange, almost bird like growls.

Tripp now stands face to face with ten creatures. Each easily the size of large ponies. With the body, and tail of a massive crocodile, long raptor legs, and enormous taloned feet. Large bald head of a vulture with the narrow snout of a crocodile, lined with large conical teeth at least six to even seven inches long. Tripp noted, in the back of his mind.

“OK boys, lets just be cool, and stay calm. Please oh man. Good birds!” He said, and the boss Snally of the Tower stepped forward letting out a loud thunderous grunting roar. Almost pushing Tripp back against the outer wall of the control room.

“Huh, sorry I mean lizard?” Tripp guessed, shrugging his shoulders in a I don’t know gesture.

Still holding his axe the Boss Snally steps closer. Stretching out his long feathered neck, he twists his head in an optokinetic movement. Peering at Tripp with just the one yellow, brown eye. Looking first down to the axe, and back up to Tripp.

“Oh, by the light of Selene please help me, get out of this.” Tripp said out loud, not fully aware what it even meant.

That’s when the Boss Snally , plucks the weapon from Tripp’s hands, with it’s powerful snout, flipping it over the others. The axe lands in a mound of slushy gray snow, just to the roofs edge, with a splashing thud, and the axe head sticking up.

The amazing creature rears back on it’s powerful hind legs spreading it’s long span of huge feathered wings. Tripp was about to speak, but could only stare unblinking, with his mouth hung open. When the cryptid reached its head over, and around him snatching the Voyager up by the collar of his flannel shirt. It launched itself straight up into the frigid cold Antarctic air, sending Tripp into mad bellowing screams of shock, and fright. “Oh my God, oh my God please make this thing drop!” and before he could finish boss Snally flung him further up, and out over the hard packed snow above the Observatories courtyard.

Tripp is in hysterics with his eyes closed hard, tears start beading up in the corners turning to tiny ice chips. He starts yelling. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m fucking falling.” He opens his lids to see the ground is coming up fast to meet him. His face tightens into a cringe expecting to hit the hard frozen earth, when he feels strong talons snatch the back of his shirt. Praying out loud, screaming to any, and every God.

He is thrown again flying through the cold night chill. A third Snallygaster grabs him in mid-air, activating his Bluetooth again, screaming fills his ears with.

“Well, I've heard about the joyrides, and I want in. It's fair to say it's in the past, if you're kidding.” He calls out “Joyride” by "Chevelle”, and then tells himself. “I need to remember to take these out if I live through this.”

This is when all his prayers turn to, “Thank you so fucking much, Levi Strauss, and Company for making this strong, durable flannel!!” Tripp proclaims.

Still in terror he starts to come to the conclusion these creatures, these forgotten children of the Cryptids, are toying with me. “This is just one big game of cryptid quidditch, and I’m the quaffle.” Tripp muttered to himself.

And at that, he his tossed to boss Snally once more, catching him in his strong talons, and all of the Snallygasters rear up in mid-flight, letting out another birdlike grunt, but in unison this time.

When one golden fleck appeared over the roof top. Tripp begins getting worried, remembering the eyes of the Hollowmonger. Then the one gold fleck turns into two, and both began spiraling out turning into four, six, eight, and ten before Tripp loses count. Boss Snally threw Ryder Chronos aka “Tripp the Voyager” low onto the roof. He hit hard, and slides on his back in the snowy slush and mud.

Tripp slams his feet down coming to a stop, braking himself with his van sneakers. He sits in the freezing night air, just under the massive gold spiraling light. Breathing out puffs of moisture, with steam rolling off his cold damp clothes, and soaked curly head. He looks up noticing it is about fifteen feet above the building. And he now knows it is becoming a doorway of some kind. He starts to see a dark shape beginning to appear. As the doorway gets larger, so does the behemoth shadowy figure. “It is some kind of giant!” Tripp says out loud. His air pods blaring Chevelle in his ears still, he doesn’t realize he is speaking only to the Snallygasters as they float beating their wings just beside the research, and medical facility.

The spiraling portal completely opens with a bright beam of gold flares, and a loud trumpeted blast. Tripp stands, backing up now not taking his eyes off the massive luminescent portal. He thinks “God, it is at least twenty to thirty feet around, and the giant silhouette is growing taller.”

As it walks closer its hard footsteps becoming heavy thunderous stomps, rattling the roof top security lights. Tripp still backing up, unblinking in shocked astonishment. He bumps the mound of dirty frozen slush, where his axe is still planted, looking like a comical axe in the stone.

A drizzle of ice starts to fall, quickly gaining intensity turning into a flurry of thick snow, the Tower of Snallygasters start to grunt snorts of freezing breaths. Slowly gliding back onto the rooftops edge, all watching the large silhouette stopping right at the opening of the enormous entrance it places it’s gargantuan hands on it’s hips.

Tripp still in a trance, and breathing heavy, taking the air pods from his ears. He hears the figure speak. Its voice is a roaring stern Old Norse accent.

“By the fires of Helios, ‘Ramsey The Great Defender’ is it really you?” The huge Viking giant leaps from the gold portal, with a loud booming slam on the rooftop rattling everything, and shattering the windows of the master control room. Tripp falls back splashing in the mound of slush. Freeing the fireman’s axe, it lands in Tripp’s lap, and the Tower of Snallygasters leap up in a flutter. The Giant Viking stands fully up right, and begins walking over to Tripp, still in darkness. Tripp thinks “This man, or giant is easily twelve foot tall.” The creature steps up to Tripp with only his lower half showing in the lamp light.

Tripp looks down to see a pair of massive boots. Made from goatskin or cow hide, woolen wraps under chainmail running up to leather suede pants bound with suede lacing, a thick wide bronze, and bear skin belt over the top of the pants with a hatchet hanging on each side. Four worn cracking leather bags laced closed through brass eyelets, a row of daggers, and one very large skinning knife.

The giant bends down placing his enormous, and irregularly hairy hands on his knees, Tripp notices leather strapped gauntlets embossed with what look like two Phoenixes rolled into a circle of fire, on each wrist.

Then the face of this giant hairy Viking lowers into the light; saying well,

“Ramsey it seems you’re no longer “The Defender”, are you?” bellowing gruff laughter.

“No that’s right you’re “The Voyager” on this go around aren’t you?”

Tripp looks into the giant’s dark green eyes.

Seeing for the first time, the face of a being with the features of a man mixed with the features of an ape.

Low prominent brow, a short nose, thin cracking lips, weathered tough tanned skin.

With a long single braided beard.

Blonde brown ombre hair pulled back with woven beads, stone, and large red feathers showing two Norse tribal tattoos on either side of his massive head.

Tripp has a sudden mind-blowing realization.

“Holy shit you’re a Sasquatch, oh damn you are some kind of giant Viking Bigfoot! “Tripp yells.

“Hey, boy you watch that, God pounding mouth!” “Do you hear me?” The giant said.

“We prefer ‘Wendigo.”

“The Wendigo find Sasquatch or Bigfoot to be offensive, and a derogatory slur. Those are the names given to us by the outer Eden dwellers or humans, as their called.” Ragnar informed Tripp with stern, but good humor.

“Consider this, your first warning ‘Voyager’. Here let me help you up.”

Reaching out his big right hand, he grabs Tripp. Picking him straight up, and off the cold concrete. He places him onto the top of the control room.

“My name is, Ragnar the Rugaru, Of the Rising Phoenix tribe, and what is your given Samsararian name, ‘Voyager’?” Ragnar asked.

“Huh, I’m Tripp. Well I mean Ryder is my real name, but everyone just calls me Tripp.” He exclaimed.

More gruff laughter, and a huge pad on the back. “Well Tripp nice to finally meet you, “Heil og seal”. Oh sorry, nice to meet you healthy, and happy.” Ragnar exclaimed.

As Tripp is about to same the same. The last bit of charge ran down in the apple air pods, letting out “Sinister Kid” by The Black Keys.

Turned up to max volume. It sends the Tower of the Snallygasters into a panic. Causing Boss Snally to react with his most basic, and primal instinct, to protect his Tower!

Lowering to the rooftop. The Vulture croc begins Bucking, and kicking. Rearing back on his hind taloned feet, blowing cold snorts of breath as he brays loud grunting roars. He lunges forward. Taking off fast, leaping in an arch. The pony sized cryptid spreads his wings. Beating them so furiously it sends up clouds of snow drifts.

“By the light of Selene turn that, God pounding thing off Tripp!” Ragnar yelled!

With no time to react Tripp plunges his shaken hands in to his pockets. Feeling for the phone, and pulling it out. At the same time seeing Ragnar from the corner of his eyes. The Giant Wendigo is pulling something from one of his leather bags. Before Tripp can process what is happening he pulls the phone out, it fumbles in his cold wet hands. He loses his hold on it sending it over the edge of the control room roof. It dives into the cold slush below. Tripp hears.

“Jump, and take cover Voyager, NOW!” Ragnar howled