#threads; bert

[brainbugz]

i love this photo STOP BADASS POSING HE IS DYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#bert and ernie #sesame street #ernie sesame street #buge #HES GRIPPING ON BY A THREAD #LITERALLY #richard hunt

[teufelme]

You ever just want to talk about Bertl,

#i . ooc . #The tags got so long just warning U now! #OK I know his appearance wasn't the longest but like. I'll never stop talking about him because he doesn't get enough credit? rip. #I know it's not really relevant any more because post-timeskip everyone is a lot better but. Referring to everyone's skill as of pre. #Reiner said Bertolt was the strongest of all of the shifters but he held himself back. He came 3rd without giving his all. Or really trying #I hc he held himself back to try not to let too much of his strength show bc people forget he had military training b4 joining the 104th. #And ofc. Also to not bring too much attention to himself bc of who he really is??? #The way he mastered his Titan straight away and also has such a good handle on it. #Out of the 3 shifters he was the one that stayed true to the mission. Despite his reluctance he's got the strength and commitment. #People are so quick to say he relies on Reiner too much. And while he does at times. Reiner relies on him just as much if not more. Even if #Reiner doesn't realise it. Bertolt keeps him on track and has no one supporting him at all. #In COTT arc... U see him dodge Mikasa who is an Ackerman and seen as one of the strongest characters in the series... #And the same in RTS. Everyone gets too distracted by Mikasa to actually pay attention to how he dodges her 4 times?? Even tho she attacks #from behind? And the way he lands a hit on her. I just *screams*. I love how many times she tries to kill him. lol #How effective he is when he abandons his guilt and this is sort of irrelevant but. It's so special to me because as someone who is #a quiet person irl round people I don't know well. Who has it brought up a lot. I just adore when a character that remains in the #background just comes out and says enough is so hhhhh I know his reasons aren't good BUT RTS BERT... AH. #Also gotta talk about his marksmanship skills in a thread at some point?? Maybe Mp bert I J UST.. #Anyway I might do a cheeky revamp of graphics n icons and that. Dunno yet. Need to actually write that'd be good lol. #This account is a lovebot didn't U know.

[poolboyservice]

I find it insane that to this day, fanfic writers still make Bert McCracken the bad guy and people STILL don't know why he's written like that

#NO CUZ THERE'S A THREAD FROM 2007 THAT TALKED ABOUT THIS #though im p sure i have an idea on why people write him to be a horrible person in fanfic... #bert mccracken #fanfiction #bandom #franky posts

[plantmusic]

[ @justaradioguy​ ]

Fuery's head snapped up and left, though the droplets on his glasses coupled with the lighting prevented him from seeing much.

He could make out some shadowy blob, and that was pretty much it.

The voice was masculine, though, and the accent... Drachman, maybe? The last word certainly was.

Breda would have been much better suited to handle this, with how well he could hold at least small talk in most of Amestris' neighboring countries' languages. He'd be able to at least explain to the stranger in said stranger's own language that he didn't mean harm. Generally, people reacted well to efforts made into understanding them and it would probably soften the blow if they happened to hate the military.

Kain, on the other hand, knew only Amestrian and a handful of phrases from other tongues. He wouldn't dare use them now, since not a single one applied to the current situation. He hoped the dark would obscure his uniform long enough for him to explain himself, because he knew all too well how tense things were up north. Drachma didn't typically mix well with Amestris (hence why Fort Briggs existed at all), and Kain wasn't sure if this stranger fell on an opposing side, if he sided with Amestris, or if he avoided the politics altogether.

Not that he was supposed to know much of all the tension, but tapping phone lines was as much of a part of his job as it was a hobby he liked, and he'd listened to quite a few conversations on Mustang's behalf.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there. I'm just trying to get out of the rain," he explained, his tone as friendly as he could manage being as nervous as he was. "I can go figure out something else if I'm bothering you. I don't mean to be trouble, honestly."

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Russell had done it on purpose. He was perfectly capable of mimicking an Amestrian accent, and did so more often than not out of obligation to not draw attention to himself and his brother, but when it was one-on-one and he got the opportunity to throw someone off their groove? Здравствуйте, bitches, he’s back.

So it went without saying that he derived a great amount of amusement from the nervousness that this stranger tried to talk past, and because of that he couldn’t hide the way his own lips pulled into a smirk as he let the smoke filter between them.

Wordlessly, he marked his page and snapped the book shut with one hand before standing up from the swing. 

(Oh fuck, he’s tall.)

"A bit late and stormy for someone to have been out wandering around, isn’t it?” He asked, a faint chuckle underlining his voice, which was now lighter though still bassy and with the adopted accent. 

He took a step closer, owed in part to his longer than average stride, and the porch light illuminated him more than what the embers in the pipe had been doing.

And for being so tall, he looked so young; baby-faced despite the sharpness of his eyes and willowy (though a bit more on the androgynous side) in his build. But still, fucking hell, he had to tilt his head down in order to actually meet the man’s eyes! The yellowy light also revealed that he wasn’t dressed for the weather either, sporting a gray tank top and comfortable black capris, yet he didn’t seem to care much about the chilly fall air.

Russell rose a brow and held the stem mouthpiece of his pipe against his lips.

#'' fresh from the fields all fetor and fertile '' [ ic ] #[ comms // justaradioguy ] #[ thread: it rains and it pours when you're out on your own ] #// YES FINALLY SOME EMO FMA FAN SOLIDARITY #// there's a bert kreischer reference in this post bc the 'i'm the machine' bit was funny #// also russell said *extreme resistance to low temperatures c:<*

[reiniesainyo]

IN BETWEEN. charlie bushnell x reader – 01

01 | SPARKS FLY previous | next | masterfile

SYNPOSIS. when a girl's co-star is good to her and now she wants it more than everything in between. (smau)

A/N. this chapter is more like world building (it's where i explain what the fuck i'm doing with the YN okay)

The "Percy Jackson and the Olympians" series at Disney+ has added an unexpected pick to its growing cast.

The new live-action series is based on the hugely successful novels from author Rick Riordan of the same title. We will be seeing YN LN join the series as Rina Velasco, one of the supporting characters of the show.

LN's Rina Velasco is referred to as "the offspring of The Muses, goddesses of the sciences and the arts." Unlike most other demigods, she is born out of the artistic and scientific output of the muses. When the moral ingenuity of humans meets the divine musings of The Muses. Her character is described as a unique allrounder who becomes a mentor figure to our main cast as they embark on their journey.

This will be LN's first on-screen role of her career. LN's experience mostly lies in Broadway, she is known for playing Kim in the Miss Saigon revival on Broadway. LN was nominated for a Tony in 2022 for the same role. She is repped by Salonga/Chien Entertainment and B817 Agency.

Riordan posted on the Meta app, Threads, about this update to the casting saying: "YN was one of the actors we didn't expect to see a tape of but when we saw it, we couldn't help but fall in love with her. She embodies the spirit of Rina so well and is such a kind spirit, we can't wait for you to fall in love with her too! Welcome to the cast, YN!"

The live-action show is based on Rick Riordan's Percy Jackson book series. It tells the fantastical tale of the titular 12-year-old modern demigod (Scobell), who's just coming to terms with his newfound supernatural powers when the sky god Zeus accuses him of stealing his master lightning bolt. With help from his friends Grover (Simhadri) and Annabeth (Jeffries), Percy must embark on an adventure of a lifetime to find it and restore order to Olympus.

Production on the show is now underway in Vancouver. Riordan and Jon Steinberg are writing the pilot with James Bobin directing. Steinberg and his producing partner Dan Shotz are overseeing the series and serve as executive producers alongside Bobin, Rick Riordan, Rebecca Riordan, Bert Salke, Monica Owusu-Breen, Jim Rowe, Anders Engström, Jet Wilkinson, and Gotham Group's Ellen Goldsmith-Vein, Jeremy Bell, and D.J. Goldberg. 20th Television is the studio. Salke was formerly the president of Touchstone Television and originally put the show into development.

liked by percyseries, iamcharliebushnell, and 37,789 others thelnarchive the child of the muses @percyseries

percyseries OUR MUSE!

user1 this is literally perfect casting who cried i did ↳ user2 she's so rina coded! thank the gods for the casting directors

iamcharliebushnell only muse in my life ↳ thlnarchive only traveler in my life ↳ user3 the way filming hasn't started and they're already like this ↳ user4 their chemistry is chemistry-ing

user5 roman empire. she is my roman empire.

dior.n.goodjohn i LOVE LOVE LOVE women ↳ thelnarchive HELP i love you

user6 this is so fcking random but i NEED her in a taylor swift music video

A/N i truly hope you guys can forgive the horrible editing in the pictures. the article portion is based on (and has some parts that are directly pulled from) this article from variety ! here's some succint information about rina velasco, the PJO character YN LN plays (and is my childhood OC!) - rina velasco, filipino, 18 years old (year younger than luke) - she's an offspring of the muses, not directly a child or daughter, though she may be referred as such - by her being an offspring of the muses, i mean that she was born in the same way athena's children are born. - but in rina's case she's more like a weird conglomeration of each muse. her birth is a rare event, but her mothers are honored as minor goddesses so she stayed in the apollo cabin (connection to music) - rina operates as a guidance figure for the main trio, especially annabeth - she's also luke's love interest, there's a lot of tragicness and doomed romance stuff with those two - and for the sake of everyone, we pretend like the weird i love you from the books didn't happen !

#luke castellan imagines #luke castellan x reader #percy jackson imagines #percy jackson and the olympians imagines #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #percy series #pjo #pjo series #pjotv #heroes of olympus #luke castellan #charlie bushnell x reader #charlie bushnell #charlie bushnell imagines #smau #pjo smau #pjo tv show #percy jackson tv show #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson smau #pjo au

[supermo0]

White Lotus has an interesting set of threads going on examining different strains of masculinity, and it’s neat how they’re using a bunch of characters to do it

Albie is a young kid who’s been raised in a household by an absent sex addict and comes from a line of different flavors of misogynists, but he also grew up in a world that is trying to educate him on how not to do that. He clearly makes an effort to Not Be An Asshole, but he only seems to manage to look good in comparison to his father/grandfather. His interactions with women can come across as dweebishly awkward but he gives off a MASSIVE vibe of only needing one visit to r/incel or whatever it’s called these days and he’s a full on shithead. He’s trying, he’s listening, he’s stumbling awkwardly while walking a dangerous tightrope.

Meanwhile, Dominic is a classic mid-life crisis distant rich dad sex addict. He has no earthly idea why he’s even at this resort other than some vague sense of trying to fix a relationship, yet he clearly has no idea what he did wrong. He *wants* to be different, so badly, but he can’t control his impulses and unfortunately by hiring Mia and Lucia set himself up for failure. He’s trying, he’s not listening, he’s already lost before leaving the start line.

Bert is just too old to give a fuck. He knows he’s a relic, he knows everyone hates his womanizing ways, and he just. Does. Not. Care. He’s not trying, he’s not listening, he’s thriving and having a fuckin BLAST.

Cameron is the modern bro. He’s internalized all of the stupid bullshit that Albie’s in danger of falling into (and so has his wife, honestly) and yet he’s also massively insecure. He’s just got a shitload of money and a wife who indulges him, so he doesn’t generally have to confront the emptiness inside of him. He’s not trying, he’s not listening, he *wants* you to think he’s thriving but secretly isn’t.

Ethan is the hardest one to parse. Out of everyone there, he’s the least shitty, but that’s not saying a whole lot. He at least comes by his love for his wife honestly, but his wife seems like a difficult person to love. Cameron has tempted him with the idea of being able to indulge his baser instincts, and he’s clearly conflicted between living up to the decent standards he seems to have held so far, or to succumb to the devil on his shoulder. That said, he is also somehow completely oblivious to his wife being upset with him, over and over again. I’m not sure he’s doing it on purpose, he’s just very bad at picking up what she’s dropping and that’s leading him down a dark road. He’s trying, he’s extremely bad at listening, and it’s eating him up inside and I’m worried he’s gonna just snap.

#the white lotus #white lotus #Ethan spiller #Bert di Grasso #Dominic di Grasso #Albie de Grasso #Cameron Sullivan #analysis #the white lotus s2 spoilers #the white lotus spoilers #television #HBO #hbo max

[daygabs]

Ok ok ok, this episode was like the greatest hits of guest characters. We got a BERT BERT. We got a TAMARA, we got tangle ALICE, hell we even got another appearance of youngest LEIFFF. Like come on I love it. These little dangling character threads from earlier in the season and the Young Leif series we sewn up beautifully.

#every time someone new showed up was so exciting lol #also Gloria and brodyyyyyy come on so cute #the mucklewaines getting to be little automatons #every Casper and Ave scene #HER BIRD #Leif realizing he saved the world lol #I could go on #even Terrick and MIRANDA were a joy to listen to #see you next season #midnight burger #midnight burger podcast #chapter 32: The Pyrophyte

[nixie-writes-aot]

hihihi! Dom bertholdt maybe? I noticed you like writing him!

Bertholdt + Dominance

Warnings: nsfw, dom/sub dynamic, dom Bertholdt, thighfucking, implied orgasm delay/denial, begging, praise, degradation, slight impact play, use of the word "fucktoy" and "toy"

Pairing: Bertholdt Hoover x genderneutral reader

Author's Note: You are surely an anon after my own heart. What can I say? Covert doms are. So. Fucking. Good. Always the people who don't seem like much or who you would assume are subs like Bertholdt(or Armin honestly)

Bertholdt stared down at you, pressing your head into the bed and inhaling deeply at the sight of you. Your ass in the aur, his cock between your thighs as you whined. Bertholdt only chuckled.

"Fuck me." He whispered.

It was always a shock to hear Bertholdt of all people swear. Typically, he didn't swear at all. No, the quiet man normally just stayed at Reiner's side, maybe made a few comments here and there. Bertholdt, in a lot of ways, was a wallflower. Yet right now, in the moment, feeling him push his cock between your thighs with a groan? The last word you'd ever use to describe the gentle giant with was wallflower.

"Just stay like that. Good toy. Yeah." Bertholdt grunted.

With his hand on the base of your neck, keeping you down and the other placed on one of your thighs, it wasn't like you could move too much. His dominance overpowering as you pressed your thighs together, whimpering at the slow thrusts that drove Bertholdt's cock between your thighs. His cock still covered kn spit and cum from earlier, now using that to fuck your thighs.

"You're just a little fucktoy aren't you?" Bertholdt hummed, his thrusts almost gentle yet that changed when there was no response save for anither whine. You wanted him, wanted to both please him and get that same pleasure for yourself.

"C'mon, you just need to tell me what we both already know, darling." Bertholdt sighed, something akin to annoyance threading his words and tone.

He snapped his cock forward, a gasp tumbling out of your mouth before feeling his cock press against where you wanted it most, moaning because of that.

"I said: tell me." Bertholdt growled, his grip on your thigh tightening before he slapped it.

"Fuck! Please! Bert, please fuck me! I'm yours! Your fucktoy!" You begged, nearly sobbing already.

Bertholdt chuckled, "Good, good. See? You can behave for me, can't you?"

#nix writes #nix sins #reader insert #genderneutral reader #bertholdt hoover x you #bertholdt hoover x reader #bertholdt hoover smut #bertholdt hoover #attack on titan #attack on titan smut #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan x you #shingeki no kyojin smut #shingeki no kyojin drabble #attack on titan drabble #shingeki no kyojin x you #shingeki no kyojin x reader #shingeki no kyojin #aot drabbles #snk drabble #aot #snk #aot smut #aot x reader #aot x you #snk x you #snk x reader #snk smut

[revasserium]

scorpio rising

elbert; 1,087 words; elbert takes you dancing. i blame @aquagirl1978 for showing me his teaser pv. this one's for u.

he has always been hungry.

from the first day he meets you, he has hungered for your touch, for your smile, for a sliver of your forever — it is not promised. but he does not care. and there’s beauty in this madness — he has always known it — beauty in the mortified longing threatening to grind his bones to dust.

i want…

it’s a selfish thing, he knows, to want like this, to want so hard that it threatens to consume his very soul. he wants — he wants.

“stay close,” he says, because the night is dark and full of terrors but to him the darkness has always been kind.

he feels your presence at his back, emanating warmth like a hearthstone pulled from the dancing flames. he wants.

“el…bert? where are you taking me?”

your curiosity is cool and crisp, slicing through the heat of his own internal frenzy. he wills the tension from his shoulders as he tries to cast you a small, reassuring smile.

“you’ll see.”

at this hour, vauxhall is a cynosure of bacchic revelry, with fireworks and masked dancers, jugglers and magicians and drunken vendors hawking their wares to laughing, unwitting attendees. a hundred thousand tiny lamps glitter among the branches of trees like so many fallen stars, and the raucous sound of street musicians plays backdrop to it all — the air itself thrums with life and vitality, the earth beneath your feet soaked with the remnants.

“wh-what is going on?”

elbert almost laughs at your clear confusion, but he tugs a pair of masks from the inside of his jacket and offers it to you.

“come… dance with me.”

you slip on the mask, still too bewildered to refuse, and feel elbert slip his fingers between yours, tugging you gently towards him and into a pool of flickering lamplight. the music swells and the world spins around you.

there is beauty in this madness — elbert has always known it — beauty in the way a body might tremble and shake when faced with something it cannot control, but this at least, elbert knows. this at least, he can take into the palms of his own hands and hold it close.

this dance — you.

he watches as a brilliant smile blossoms across your lips, your cheeks flushing high with color. it is beautiful, watching you as you fall into a peel of unexpected laughter as he spins you out and pulls you back in, you chest heaving with the exertion of the song.

he wonders if he’s holding onto your hands too tight and then he knows that he is.

but you’re clutching back at him just as tightly as the music ends and everyone around you cheers. he feels the weight of a million pairs of eyes on him and yet still, he only has eyes for you. when you pull up from your curtsey and meet his eyes, he finds himself transfixed by your gaze so warm and soft and full of an unbridled happiness the likes of which he has never tasted himself.

but with you — he thinks he just might.

the mask affords him the brief veil of anonymity, but even with it, he can feel people’s eyes lingering, their heads turning for a second look, a third. he doesn’t have much time.

“elbert, that was so much fun!”

he allows himself a soft laugh as he pulls you into one of the many shaded promenades, pressing himself back into the thickly cut foliage. you stumble into his chest, letting out a squeak as you pull back but he lifts up a hand to stop you.

“please… let me have one more minute…” he says, and he feels you go still in his arms.

he threads his fingers through your spidersilk hair, letting the tangle carelessly against his skin. like this, he smells the soft, fresh fragrance of your bathing soap, and he leans in ever so slightly to take in another breath. your skin is warm and soft, your lashes a darkened frame to the night sky of your eyes.

“elbert…?”

he purses his lips. he lets you go.

“sorry… i just… wanted a moment…”

you smile, shaking your head. several strands of your hair get caught in his fingers and he has to force himself to let them go.

“i had… a really good time tonight, elbert… thanks for taking me here.”

you walk next to him as the pair of you exit the gardens, you tugging off your mask but he hesitates in taking off his own. he traces the edge with a delicate finger as you watch.

“if… it makes you feel better, you can keep it on while we walk back,” you say, letting your fingers lace behind your back.

elbert smiles as he nods, letting the silence stretch thin and smooth between you. in the distance, big ben tolls in midnight, and the pair of you make your leisurely way back to the castle beneath the full blood-moon. you exchange few words and even fewer glances, but elbert find himself willfully lingering half a step behind you just to watch the way your hair sways, to see the glint of moonlight in your eyes as you turn to grace him with a smile.

“thanks again for taking me out…”

elbert slips off his mask as the castle doors close behind you.

“i thought you might’ve wanted… a chance of pace…”

“yeah, it was really fun!”

you smile up at him, radiant and flushed with joy and he briefly wonders if this might be what ellis is always going on about — the happiest moment in a person’s life. seeing you smile like that, he wonders then if this is his.

at least, it would be a worthy candidate.

“good… we should… do it again sometime.”

you nod, enthusiasm pouring from you like milk from a spilling jug.

elbert licks his lips.

“yes! it’ll be a date!” you say.

he can only nod, letting the sound of your voice ring in his mind like the tolling of bells.

a date.

he wants, he wants, he wants.

“a date… yes, certainly, it will be… if that’s what you wish.”

he feels his heart stuttering his chest as you bob your head once more.

“yep, it’s a date then.”

he feels his lips tug into smile, tastes the familiar greed on this tongue.

he wants. he wants. he wants.

“it’s a date.”

#elbert greetia #ikemen villains #ikevil elbert #ikevil #ikevil x reader #ikevil x you #elbert greetia x reader #elbert greetia x you #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #floofy floof floof #uH. didn't mean for it to get a lil dark there at the end but i think i left it open enough to still be uh -- lighthearted. right? right. #i read some of his bonding stories and god if this man doesn't talk super fucking slow LOL #also for those of you who don't know vauxhall is a really famous 'pleasure garden' in london that was active during ???? #victorian??? era???? god im so bad at timelines but yeah the general ??? that area of history LOL #tfw i only know about vauxhall from lovestruck but now i get to apply that knowledge here HEHEHEHEHEHEH #anyway i hope you like this aqua !

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue April 15, 1963

Givenchy Haute Couture Collection Spring/Summer 1963. The slow gaze of Mel Ferrer; the object, his wife Audrey Hepburn in an evening dress by the designer; a cocoon of romantic pink tulle with an inner layer of mother-of-pearl embroidery, sequins, shimmering pink and silver threads and meters of white tulle stole.

Givenchy Collection Haute Couture Printemps/Été 1963. Le regard lent de Mel Ferrer ; l'objet, son épouse Audrey Hepburn dans une robe de soirée du couturier; un cocon de tulle rose romantique avec une couche intérieure de broderies de nacre, de paillettes, de fils roses et argentés scintillants et des mètres d'étole de tulle blanc.

Photo Bert Stern vogue archive

#us vogue #april 1963 #fashion 60s #haute couture #givenchy #hubert de givenchy #audrey hepburn #spring/summer #printemps/été #mel ferrer #bert stern #fashion icon #british actress #vintage vogue #vintage fashion #american actor

[cryptids-of-spielzeit]

Purpureo Sub Caelo

Epilogue: Amare

(A Grinning Cat Story)

It was the morning after. Or, rather, the afternoon. The sun reached its peak, bathing the Cat in its light, awaking him from his slumber. It was one of the best he had in quite some time, despite his injuries. Of that matter, they strangely felt healed, no sort of pain coursed through Theo.

He felt where that thing slashed his chest. Sealed, no blood, no cut. In it's place, tightly knit thread, royal purple. He then noticed there was a rather big blanket covering him. This was getting weird.

"Meine güte, you're awake!"

A voice cried out, soft and caring in tone. And then he saw her. She was an old woman, oldest that Theo had ever seen. She walked over to him cautiously.

"Thank the stars you made it. I had not stitched in some time, I thought it would break almost immediately."

Theo was filled with both confusion and comfort. This woman just saw a giant cat bleeding profusely on the ground and just decided "let me help you"? Was she crazy?

"...you did a good job..."

She slightly jumped, staring Theo in the eyes before regaining her composure.

"Oh, you speak? That's wunderbar! If you speak then you must have a name, yes?"

Theo couldn't comprehend it. Was this lady insane? Anyone of sound mind and body would be properly frightened by him, at least that's what he thought. She was handling this situation like she had been used to things like him.

"...my name is Theodore, ma'am..."

"Oh, and so polite too! My name is Berta, dear. Now we know each other."

Her smile was so...so genuine, so heartfelt. This lady was cartoonishly kind. But this was probably what Theo needed. Something sickeningly sweet.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Berta. Thank you for healing me."

"Oh, please, don't worry about that, Herr Theodore. Did you enjoy your rest?"

"....Yes."

"That is splendid news!"

Berta walked over to some bushes. They were filled with a menagerie of berries and other fruits, as were the trees around them. Theo had stumbled upon Spielzeit's Fruit Basket, meaning he was incredibly close to town. He wasn't sure if that was good or bad.

As he watched Berta pick the berries, he noticed a long shape crawling just behind the bush. PJ Pug-a-pillar, one of the "Hybrids" of the Fruit Basket, was about to make a victim out of the old lady. Not on Theo's watch.

He sprang up and ran up to Berta. She couldn't see the hybrid from where she stood, but Theo could. PJ was frozen in fear, it seems he hadn't realized that the Prototype's right hand was out there with all of them. And with just a threat of his claws, still shining, PJ scurried off.

"Is something the matter, dear?"

"No. I just wanted to watch."

"Oh, that's just precious! Seems you're a bit too late though, little kätzchen, I've gotten all I need. I hope you like strawberries!"

Theo was taken aback. Was she picking those for him? Admittedly, he was a bit hungry.

"...I do like those."

"Prächtig! I'll send these over to Ms. Puntz, she can make a strawberry tart like there's no tomorrow! Come, I'll show you to my place, we can't have you out in the open all day now can we?"

Yep. This lady was crazy. But, regardless, a home is a home. It wasn't a very long walk, only about 4 minutes from the Basket. It was a lone cottage, disconnected by the town only by having no passageway. It was huge, too big for just 1 old lady. She had to have had family there.

"Go right in, make yourself comfortable. I'll be back within the hour with those tarts. Tata!"

And with that, she left. For an old lady, she had quite a bit of energy. It was like she never grew up. Being with her reminded Theo of the kids at Playcare, at least the ones who actually liked him. They had that energy, that spunk. He could hear their voices as clear as day.

"Catnap?"

"Catnap, is that you?"

"Mr. Theo?"

"Thank goodness you're alive!"

They weren't in his head.

(PURPUREO SUB CAELO: COMPLETE

NEXT STORY: CANDLES)

(EDIT AFTER DAY 1 BECAUSE I'M A DUMB DUMB: The idea for Old Lady Berta as a part of the story and as a character originated from @abugcalledtoken. I posted this at, like, 3 AM last night and forgot to give creds ;_;)

(BONUS: CATNAP DRAWING UNDER CUT! -JY)

(I don't really draw all that much, so apologies if it doesn't look all that good, but here's a doodle of how Catnap looks as of the end of this story! Will doodle more designs later ^^. Thank y'all for readin' :3. - JY)

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime au #cryptid au #cryptids of spielzeit #cryptozoology #cryptids #smiling critters #the smiling critters #catnap #smiling critters catnap #poppy playtime catnap #pj pug a pillar #poppy playtime pj pug a pillar #mini critters #craftycorn #hoppy hopscotch #dogday #picky piggy #original writing #writing #short story #old lady berta #SHE'S CUCKOO BUT SHE MEANS WELL

[mintspidey]

i can't quit you - rayrard

summary: Gerard Way can't quit Ray Toro, or Rayrard drabble.

warnings: ray toro/gerard way. smut. they r buddies who fuck. enjoy :)

Ray has always had a soft spot for Gerard. Ever since they met, Ray would listen intently as Gerard spoke about his ambitions, his art, the new video game that has him so amped up and inspired for their next record. He never said no to him.

Because Gerard was logical and practical and kind of crazy and really pretty, but he would try his best not to be obvious about his feelings. Like when the raven-haired boy sat on his lap in the dressing room, and Ray had to pretend like his heart didn't just do a million summersaults at the mere scent of the gummy-smiled lead singer so close to him. He would play around him with, pretending like he wanted Gerard to get off his lap already, but he never meant it.

And Gerard knew it.

Sure, Gerard and Frank acted out in public the most, kissing on stage, groping and humping each other's faces in front of an audience. But that was the extent of it. If you don't count that one time in London.

And Ray knew. He wasn't blind. He knew Gerard was free spirited and never really held it against him. So, when he would walk in on Frank kissing the older one pinned against the wall, fingers threading sweaty hair after-show, he would simply smile and act like nothing happened, and the other two adjusted to his rhythm.

The sheer normalcy of Ray's attitude freaked Frank out a bit and Ray rarely ever encountered them locking lips again. He would be lying if he said that that had been his intention since the beginning, but it was certainly a plus.

Gerard would come back from hanging out with Bert and be littered with hickeys, and Ray would high-five him on "scoring," completely unbothered.

Because Gerard always came back to him.

It started a year after the release of their first record. Mikey and Frank were out of the tour bus, leaving the two eldest members of the band to entertain each other on the tour bus. Ray was on the black vinyl couch strumming along his guitar, practicing riffs and rehearsing chords, occasionally being interrupted by Gerard’s breathy exhales of boredom as he shut the comic, he was reading for the fifth time that tour and slammed it on the table.

Ray didn't flinch, he stayed focused on his instrument, purposely ignoring the hyper ball of energy lying down on the couch in front of him.

"Ray."

"Hmm?"

"Rayyyy"

"Yes, Gerard?"

"Toroooo"

Ray gave in and looked at him, unamused.

"Do you wanna make-out?"

Ray waved him off, ignoring that his heartbeat had picked up speed and continued playing, thinking Gerard was just playing around, "Yeah, and later you can suck my dick too, buddy."

Gerard took it as a challenge, unbeknownst to Ray.

So later, when Gerard sat a couple inches away from the guitarist on the noisy fabric of the couch, thighs touching as they binged the star-wars prequels, he got an idea.

Ray had leaned all the way back, knees split apart, large thighs on display, and his small waist accentuated by the ridden up tight black shirt he wore for the third time that week. Curls distributed beautifully and framing his face, soft lips resting peacefully, parting to exhale occasionally.

Gerard had lost focus from the movie a long time ago. He moved closer to Ray, thighs fully in contact, hoping Ray wouldn't notice.

And he didn't, too invested in the screen with spaceships and aliens and robots, and Gerard wanted to scream because Ray was perfect.

Gerard took the opportunity of resting his hand on Ray's thigh after seemingly "Laughing so hard he had to hit his leg repeatedly," and then Ray noticed.

"Gee... What do you think you're doing?" He wasn't upset. He wasn't mad. Just extremely curious. His heart was now in the roof of his mouth, ears hot and ringing.

"Nothing! Just watching the movie, like you are"

"And that requires your hand on my thigh?"

"Anakin is scary in this one, I need moral support."

"From my thigh?"

Gerard rolled his eyes and faced Ray, repositioning himself on the tour bus's lightweight couch.

"I’m fucking pent up man, I haven't fucked in months, and your tight little shirts have been giving me blue balls."

"What the fuck, Gee? You were serious earlier?"

"Yes! Oh my god, you idiot."

"Since when have you-"

"Does it matter?" Was all Gerard had to say before Ray pulled him in, breathing in heavily, like he had just quenched his thirst after centuries. Dancing tongues, clacking teeth, and unchoreographed hands fisting each other clothes had turned the heat up in the tiny tour bus. Ray had pushed Gerard on his back and nudged his knee between Gerard’s legs and grazed his bulge, eliciting the whiniest noise he had heard from Gerard yet, and that was saying a lot.

Gerard was lost in the warmth of Ray's soft lips, not being able to stop kissing him like he would somehow disappear if he did. Ray's hair poked his forehead at first but that barely mattered when he kissed that one spot on Gerard’s neck that he had noticed Gerard was sensitive about since that one-time frank had touched the singer on stage and witnessed his body arch into his touch.

Oh, Ray was extremely observant.

Ever since then, Gerard crawled back to Ray no matter who he sucked off or made out with in dirty bathrooms.

Gerard would spend hours on his knees licking and kissing and sucking Ray off when they were alone, loving the way he would be handled by the guitarist. Nimble fingers scratching the back of Gerard’s head, praises like "That's a good boy," or "You're so good to me," making Gerard cream his pants without much help from Ray.

If Gerard whined and pleaded enough, just a regular part of their routine, Ray would let him sit on his cock and milk himself till he split apart and eventually fell on the taller's chest, gasping and panting like a bitch in heat.

Ray enjoyed the attention of course, acting like he couldn't care less and that he was doing Gerard a favor by letting him get off on his dick, but he would be half hard the minute their lips touched.

Gerard would climb into his bunk late at night, back facing him like all he wanted to do was be spooned to sleep, and Ray, the first time this happened, happened to go to sleep commando in his sweatpants. Needless to say, he had to bite down on the smaller's shoulder from grunting at the friction of his clothed dick pressing up against Gerard’s ass as he pretended to be clueless about the things he made Ray feel.

The fans would often 'ship' frank with Gerard and they had every reason to, but the reason there was heat on stage is because backstage Frank and Gerard acted like friends at best.

Ray had Gerard cock-drunk, gagging around him, pretty pink lips contracting as he tried to fit in more and more of the older man, like he was trying to prove himself. And Ray would hum lowly, hips bucking and hitting the back of Gerard’s throat, making him choke before pulling him off by his hair, revealing his throbbing dick coated in Gerard’s saliva, the tip of his cock connected to his bottom lip with a translucent white string.

"You did so good, Gee," Ray would announce, pulling the younger one in by his collar to taste himself, almost like he wanted to breathe him in. "why don't you let me-"

"You have a problem with blowing your load down my throat, Toro?"

"Well n-"

"Then let me do it. You're welcome," Gerard would quip, like rising on his feet from the vulnerable position he was once in on his knees somehow made him switch back to the bratty piece of shit he was.

And Ray liked it.

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@rayofsunshinc was given a description

“he’s about yay high, probably wearing this truly awful beat up old coat. and his guns, oh, that moron almost certainly still has them strapped to his belt! long, dark hair, not as dark as mine of course, straight and not curly! and he has these eyes…”

Cuthbert sighs, almost dreamily.

“blue, naturally. of course he’d have the blue eyes that just melt the heart. he always wins, doesn’t he?”

And Bert laughs. He’s always laughing.

“truthfully, i don’t have the slightest clue if he’s anywhere around here, he’s very slippery that one, like an eel.” He brightens. “so! have you seen anyone matching my dear friend’s description?”

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[trilobi-te]

Cider expressions without the visor (in practice he'd still be wearing it in these situations so pretend it's invisible here or something idk). Why did I decide to draw a Cider conglomeration including several accursed Dandies? I was bored I guess. I don't even know what this is lmao

Also I named the expressions plus an update on archiving the Chipspeeech twitter content (below the cut)

I like how half the Chipspeech artists out there decided that Dandy has Phoenix Wright hair

That "Something went wrong. Try reloading." message is the bane of my existence right now. I am so close to being done with copying down everything from the chip twitters but I have to stop every few minutes due to the site continuously freaking out. Also why do Dee, Bert, and Dandy have so many tweets ffs.

On the topic of the archive thing I'm still deciding whether to make a website for it or just an extremely long PDF. For the sake of readability, navigation, etc. a site would obviously be better but all of the free hosting services seem to be either limited in size or when it's online. Maybe I can just make a bunch of little sites and link them to each other. I can use CSS but I am severely lacking in the graphic design department so a potential site would probably be.. less than beautiful. In order to avoid ugliness and save space things usually end up rather sparse. At least I could set up navigation though.

Also none of my ideas on how to make threads (and the standalone tweets that were made chronologically in the middle of them) readable are so great but I think that has more to do with the fact that they weren't readable on twitter in the first place. Twitter is a mess.

The main argument for just making a PDF is that it'd be so much faster, though the fact that it'd be several hundred pages long without any navigation other than ctrl+f is a giant drawback. All of the time I've had to spend on Twitter for this has made me very passionate about navigation. Have I mentioned how much I hate twitter navigation. I'm a n g y

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