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autistic-af · 3 months
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Alright, time for the first real discourse of 2024.
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rungosturr · 5 days
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IT’S TIME FOR ANOTHER THING THAT NO ONE TALK ABOUT
Just Fun written by John and Paul when they were younger
It was also mentioned in Get Back and the lyrics is about love that was just fun the day that their friendship begun??? Wake up people???
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powderrr · 27 days
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Not my OC, but our fun with a friend, fr. And sorry,not translating…
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Не мой ос,но наша развлекаловка с подругой,фр
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baby-stims · 1 year
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🧸 30 days of agere stimboard challenge 🐰
Pastels
Rainbow
Favorite color
Favorite holiday or month
Favorite Crayola crayon name
Cool/Cute cartoon character you look up to
Animal you’d like to be if you could
Character from any media that would make a good caregiver
Your pet, if you don’t have a pet one you’d like to have as a pet
Best friend (can be person or plushie)
Something that makes you think “sleepy”
Something that makes you think “good morning”
Favorite song
Puppies
Kitties
Tropical / Beach day
Picnic / Park play date
Favorite emoji
Cartoon character that’s your favorite ever
Video games
Least favorite color
Favorite candies
Ice cream toppings
Cute things
Gothic / Punk / Darker colors
Angel or Devil
Mythical being you’d be friends with if you could
Lovey dovey
Something icky (not like triggering for you but just silly icky)
Your tumblr username (something themed around your tumblr username)
Fun 30 day stimboard challenge for agere and petre folks.
No nsfw blogs please 😞
This is just for fun, there’s no prizes just fun entries and getting to look at other peoples stimboards. If you don’t know how to make a stimboard and still want to play then make a moodboard/aesthetic instead! Just tag the same 🥰
Please tag these as #30daysagerechallenge so I can look at them all if you do them :3
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eddieschains · 10 months
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Texas… I am inside of you 🤠
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mang0-after-dark · 1 year
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A Sweet Prize
PtN x Chief! Reader
Not really smut or dark, just some dumb fun with some allusion to smut.
Words: 944
Notes: I couldn’t decide on a character to have be the winner, so maybe there will be later fics for different character winning their prize. Any input on who the winner should be is welcome.
"Why did I agree to this?" You whisper to yourself, eyes scanning over the sight that stares back through the mirror. The sound of applause and cheers echo out from the stage that had been set up for the night.
A show and a small raffle, all to raise and keep morale. Some entertainment would be good for mental stability, they said. The whole thing was being run by Serpent, should have been the first clue of your imminent embarrassment, Peggy and Joan would both be performing, Kelvin prepared a wide variety of cold treats for audience enjoyment. By all accounts it would be a near flawless event within the MBCC.
"Alright, my lovely Sinners! You've all made an amazing audience for us tonight! But sadly, all good things must eventually end," Serpent speaks sadly, her voice echoing as she takes careful steps across the stage, "but since you have all made such a good audience, I do have one final little magic trick to show you all!"
It's almost time…
"I'm sure you've all been wondering what the number one, topmost, extra special mystery prize for the raffle is!" Murmurs excitedly weave through the crowd, "well wonder no more! This next trick will SHOW you!"
A pair of staff members roll a pair of large boxes onto the stage, both decorated with bright colors and swirling patterns. Serpent paces across the stage to stand next to one box.
"For this final trick, I will need an assistant, but this time, not from the audience. Tell me, lovely sinners, have you noticed someone missing out there?" Again murmurs rise in the quiet pause, "well everyone clap extra loud for my assistant in this final trick! The MBCC Chief!" She shouts excitedly, the music cue starting up in time with her words.
It's time…
You step out onto the stage to be met with the barrier of applause, all the shackled sinners that have been brought to the MBCC seated comfortably and smiling up at the revelry being displayed for them. A shy smile tugs at your lips, even if your humiliation is nigh, you need to keep the surprise safe.
It was months that this event was being planned and prepared, months that the final prize was a secret known only to you, and to Serpent who came up with the idea.
"Well Chief, just this once, I hold you'll forgive me for being the one to give orders!" Chuckles echo from the crowd, Serpent opens the large box beside her, "well, please step inside here! Wave the lovelies goodbye, Chief!" A small wave as you try to swallow your nerves, slowly sinking into the box as Serpent closes the lid over your head.
"Well with that started, I'll reveal to you all what it is I'll be doing!" Serpent starts, her heels clicking loudly as she walks away from the prop boxes, "a little trick of teleportation! You see, the Chief will disappear! And out of the other box, will be the number one raffle prize!" She explains excitedly, her own giddiness at the reveal being covered up by her normally bouncy attitude.
"Does anyone have any questions before we do this?" Serpent steps out towards the front edge of the stage.
A voice echoes slightly in the room, "what will happen to the Chief?" Nightingale's voice echoes, having been given the night off for the event.
"Oh I promise, the Chief will be just fine! She'll appear a little ways away is all!" Serpent nearly sings, "anyone else?"
Silence hangs, the air buzzing for the next, final, reveal.
Serpent clicks back to the boxes, tapping on the box you had gone into and causing the small structure to fall apart, revealing its newly emptiness. Murmurs echo as she steps across to the second box, resting her hand on its lid as she turns to face the audience.
"Now, on the count of three everyone!" She announces, inciting shouted participation from the audience.
"One!" Here it comes…
"Two!" Will there be any respect left for you?..
"Three!" Well, you guess it doesn't matter now…
Serpent lifts the lid, the box crumbling like the first did, and standing out from the remains…
The chief stands up, lifting one leg up behind them, back straight to their full height, one arm propped against their hip, the other raised in a peace sign in front of their face. All in a playboy bunny suit.
The sparkly cloth hugs skin tight, leaving not a single curve or line in your body to the imagination, the slightly too tight fishnet leggings giving your legs a squishing appearance, the stiletto high heels offering little support but add noticeable height, and the tall bunny ear headband sits over your head, one ear flopping downward from the movement of standing up.
Stunned silence is quickly stomped out by deafening applause and cheers, even from up on the stage, you can feel the burning gazes of the sinners on your body.
Serpent speaks to pull attention off you, if only slightly, "you see, Lovelies, our number one prize tonight, is a simple, but very intriguing one." She steps around to hold a hand out to the Chief, helping you step down from the box's display, "one night, no shackles, at least not for you, with the Chief! Anything you want to do, anywhere you want to go, all expenses paid by Minos! Just our lucky winner, and our lovely bunny Chief. Alone, and free to do whatever the winner wishes." Serpent practically purrs the last sentence, her own searing gaze being clear to anyone watching.
"So then, shall we start the game?"
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blackbirdofasgard · 6 months
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WIP Wednesday Sunday
Thanks for tagging me, @insert-witty-user-name-here! As it happens, I am working on a little seasonal somethin'-somethin' at the moment...
Hundreds of wispy, semi-transparent figures streamed around the outside of the stately, bone-white manor on the top of the hill. They flew out of the doors and windows of the place, even out of the chimneys perched atop the decaying roof. There were (somehow) even more ghostly figures visible in the graveyard on the manor grounds. Because what self-respecting home didn't come with its own graveyard? The full moon lighting up the sky nearly completed the spooky scene. All it needed was the sound of a howling wolf in the background. Loki and Mobius stood at the end of the drive at the bottom of the hill, looking up at this spectral mansion. One of them with more alarm than the other. "I am not going in there," Loki asserted as he crossed his arms and turned to face his partner. Despite his earlier bravado, even Mobius seemed more skeptical than before. He was too stubborn to give up, though. Quickly, he covered up his visible misgivings with faux confidence. "Why?" he goaded, leaning in closer and raising a challenging eyebrow, "Is the mighty god of mischief scared?" Loki scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I'm not scared," he corrected haughtily, "I'm just not a complete—" Several things happened in quick succession then. Behind them, they both became suddenly aware of something scraping through the gravel. They had no time to look and see what it was; as soon as the sound registered, it was already upon them, and their feet were knocked out from under them.
I'm making verrrry slow progress on this, but I hope to have it done before Halloween. :)
Anyone who's a writer and feels like sharing a WIP, go for it!
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breadfacednerd · 9 months
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Davekat Yaoiboard Saga part 3??? (Semi canon)
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i-did-not-mean-to · 1 year
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October 13th
Baking
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This one is clearly dedicated to the amazing mods of the @fellowshipofthefics server.
@lordoftherazzles thanks for being a true friend ❤️‍🔥 So, here we go with innocent shenanigans...
Words: 653
Warnings: None
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“Thorin, I swear,” Bilbo huffed in annoyance; as much as he loved the dwarven king presently trying fitfully to swallow a handful of blueberries without chewing them for fear of giving himself away.
Which was entirely unnecessary as Bilbo had clearly seen him stuff the fruit into his voracious mouth.
“You are a menace in the kitchen,” he went on griping as he stirred the muffin batter with a tad more vehemence than strictly necessary.
“I am helping,” Thorin protested, his ponderous air seriously undermined by the heroic but futile effort to keep blueberry juices from running into his beard as he opened his mouth to speak.
“You are eating our ingredients,” Bilbo shot back with a vicious glare from warningly narrowed eyes, “and we’ve promised the little ones that we’d bake blueberry muffins…which should have blueberries, as they’re in the name. Don’t you think?”
“They should be glad they get any kind of muffin.” Thorin had swallowed dramatically, pretending that he was swallowing down thoughtless words rather than testaments to his crime, before making this self-important declaration.
Bilbo merely cocked an eyebrow; he knew that the dwarf was devoted to the collection of stray nephews – as hungry as wolf pups and as fond of sweets as their notorious uncles – and that he’d never deny them anything that could make them happy.
“Hmmmm.” Thorin’s brow furrowed. “I guess, blueberry muffins do sound rather nice. I shall refrain from now on. What can I do to actually be of any assistance then?”
Bilbo’s ears perked up and – under messy curls full of flour because Thorin had misunderstood the term “dusting” – his hazel eyes flashed with wicked glee. “Why don’t you go get more wood for the oven?”
He had enough wood, Bilbo was absolutely sure of that, but he quite liked the way his husband’s muscles bulged when he was carrying in an arm full of heavy, dirty logs. 
Furthermore, the batter was about ready, and he wanted to pour it into the little moulds fashioned lovingly by Thorin’s kin without having any long, curly, black hairs or brazen, stumpy, dwarven fingers in it, thank you very much.
Shaking his head in fond impatience, he made quick work of the last step so that he was holding the tray in thick mittens – a much cherished Yule gift from Ori – when Thorin came back into the kitchen in a gust of cold, fragrant air and shook himself like a dog on account of the rain pouring down in buckets outside.
“If you could be so good as to open the oven for me?” Bilbo prompted and smiled when Thorin hastened to his side eagerly, pulling open the door fearlessly – as a dwarf and a smith, he was entirely unfazed by the blazing heat shooting out of the stove – and eyed the pools of delicious dough longingly.
“The first one is for you,” Bilbo promised with an indulgent smile and a small pat on the invitingly muscular behind of his beloved king. “Now go and put on the kettle. They should be here soon.”
As Thorin made to obey, Bilbo nudged him none too gently in the shoulder with his head.
“Kiss me first,” he demanded, knowing that he was being a proper brat this morning, but not feeling too bad about it when he saw the radiant, affectionate smile spread on Thorin’s face.
As soon as his lips met the coarse beard and the surprisingly soft mouth of the King under the Mountain though, he cried out in mock outrage, “Why, Thorin, you taste like blueberries and sugar! You fiend!”
The resonating, carefree, slightly mischievous bellow of laughter escaping one who had suffered so much made heat – love, relief, and unadulterated joy – pool in the pit of Bilbo’s stomach. 
What were a few stolen blueberries and a batch of wonky, over-stirred muffins in comparison to the life and the happiness of the one he adored?
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@fellowshipofthefics here's another one (especially for you)
Lots of love to all the Bagginshielders out there from the middle of the divide haha (Yes, Thorin x OC is also on the list, what can I say? I like both)
-> Masterlist
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Do you know what trope would be great for season 3? Kissing in the elevator. Imagine if Aziraphale and Crowley ended up in the heaven and hell lift together just the two of them. Maybe they've just had another argument. Maybe they've started to patch things up. Either way there's a tension between them. Then Aziraphale stops the lift and then... vavoom
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bimboviolence · 11 months
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Now there’s a version with coat and without………. Wrow
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I wanna ask who from the new gang would break the fastest.
from sheer pain/torment? Benji
from watching the others suffer? Jericho. He's also the one who'd start trying to sacrifice himself first
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livingwithhorrors · 5 months
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Silly thoughts and AU related to Movie William Afton I've had...
Some AU I've thought of and like, Stu from Scream lived, moved and changed his name to William Afton.
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Again, AU, meaning it wouldn't fit the timeline of the movie as Scream was released in 1996 and FNAF is 2000. Stu is a teenager and William is an adult.
But still, fun to play with idea.
Matthew Lillard's role in Thir13en Ghosts gives a sort of William tormented by his victims vibe.
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And his character of The Wolf from True Lies gives a Neurodivergent AU take on William if he wasn't a killer of children and channeled his skills else where.
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thebright1 · 8 months
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wilsonsb4be · 2 years
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Anthony Mackie's interview with ET Canada at the D23 Expo (2022)
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skydreamplayzz · 1 year
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Didn't know anything else. 🧍
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