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[Thursday tips over into Friday, and Ferdinand slips out of Velvet's room like a ghost. He knows, she will know instantly. Maybe she will tell herself he got up for normal middle of the morning reasons. To scrounge for what little they have to eat, to piss, to tend the horses. But he knows her and knows she will know. She will feel the cold spot and know.

He hates that. But knows she would know if he stayed in his room that night too. And, selfishly, he knows he wanted that last night for himself. He pads down the halls on bare feet, pulling on his boots in the lift going down down. He also knows where Omega will be. The main work on the weapon is done, but he knows his friend has been tweaking it until the last minute. Had to, to be sure when the time comes there will be no mistakes. So he goes right to the Forge]

Omega... are you still here?

[What a wild and terrible time Camp MacDonald was. Weeks of terror and torture but also love and friendship...so an almost average summer camp experience. With Dr. Tannith devoured and the camp abandoned, the former campers have had time to safely get wherever they now call home and even bounce between worlds to see their friends. All the while they've skillfully avoided the seemingly omniscient gaze of the SCP Foundation that captured them in the first place.

...well, that universe's SCP Foundation.

An incident like Camp MacDonald was bound to draw a bit of multiverse attention, especially with a Foundation involved. It might not be their specific monkeys but it's bordering on their circus. At least a cursory investigation with a pair who, while not official agents, have particularly useful experience in death games: Barry Berkman and Nina Sterling.]

[Was this investigation initially just supposed to be taking some pictures and gathering any unusual samples? Yes.

Has it evolved into a couple's trip across time and space to speak with the ex-campers about what in the world happened there and why there we signs of dinosaurs all over the camp? Also yes.]

the murdergame tfln meme

bing bong

( science and progress! )

( you got your missiles flying through the air tonight )

[Jonny D'Ville is no stranger to being imprisoned. It's nothing new, it's nothing unusual- sometimes it's even a nice vacation. But every time he's been arrested, executed, shoved in solitary confinement and forgotten for a few years...there was always had the sense that he could escape anytime. Either on his own or wait it out for the crew to come. He can wait a day, a week, a hundred years without issue but here it's...different. There's a feeling to this place, a feeling of being contained that he doesn't like.

He delivers another punch to the mannequin, feeling his knuckles sting and split and then heal over. Fucking Opera House, fucking motive, fucking Phantom-

Jonny plows his fist into the side of the mannequin, sending it loudly clattering to the floor. ]

"Game Grumps WEED Stories" (Watch on YouTube)

POST CONTENT WARNINGS: VIOLENCE, EMOTIONAL ABUSE/MANIPULATION, HELLA MURDER, DISCUSSIONS OF WHAT AMOUNTS TO SUICIDE, TSUKIYAMA APPARENTLY HAVING BEEN RAISED IN HELL

[The knock that comes at Meridiana's door does so early, extremely so; it's...urgent, in a way that most of Tsukiyama's dealings with her aren't. One might read it as frightened, if one were so inclined to do so; there's definitely a sense of immediate anxiety either way, the sound tense and rapid, and just looking at him it isn't hard to see why.

There was a fight tonight; he's looking rough, unkempt, and while there aren't any lacerations on his face he's rather obviously had a go of it, and regardless of what may have happened to cause it he needs to talk to her now.]

( MAKING SURE THIS IS WORKING CORRECTLY OKAY STANDBY )

[Somewhere in Kalos, in the middle of the new Lumiose City, there are some former members of what was called Hope's Army who had decided to spend the rest of their days living as a family. They laugh together, they cry together, and they go through their everyday lives one day at a time; and through it all, they love one another as if they had been together all along.

In the world of Shadows, though...it's a bit of a different story. There is a family, yes, or whatever one could call the equivalent of one; they may be exaggerated caricatures, personifications of the things everyone tries to hide about themselves, but at the same time, they're caricatures who try their hardest to live out lives of their own and coexist with one another in spite of their obvious personality issues.

But of course, what family doesn't have their own share of issues? And as utterly maladjusted as this family is, does that really mean they're not a family? Maybe it's just a case that they're so dysfunctional that they end up being functional in their own way; after all, they're clearly not so defective that they can't enjoy themselves with what people who are relatively normal would call a tea party, even if one of the people involved is practically drowning in her tears.

That just might be the way it is, really.]

[There are lots of reasons people come to visit the rebuilt Snowbelle City. Some to challenge the new gym leader, others for the shopping, some come just for a vacation. Since the rebuilding of Kalos had begun and the city had gradually repopulated

For Adachi and Walker it's the 'other' option: work. They'd been hired to investigate reports that a group from Hoenn called Team Magma (or is it Team Aqua? Better re-check the file.) had been trying to regroup and stir up interest around Kalos. All signs point to this being a Bad Thing.

...Plus its just kind of nice to get out of the city once in a while, even if the trek through the routes had been a little rough at times. But it's nearly over, as the increasingly chilly air reminds them as they make their way off of route 21 and toward the gate to Snowbelle. Walker can already see his breath fogging in frotn of his face (something that hasn't yet failed to make him smile a little behind his scarf. It's still a new experience, so sue him.). Zipped inside his coat a small Pumpkaboo nestles cozily against her trainer's chest.]

the TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT meme

1. post with your character and their name/canon/pref in the subject.
2. either post with a TFLN or just wait for someone.
3. respond to people's texts or tag them with your own.
4. SHENANIGANS.
5. have fun!!

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The Mundane AU Meme

With all the the dark, Hogwarts, magical girl AU memes floating free sometimes its nice to just have a dumb, simple, utterly mundane AU full of delicious cliches and sap.

- Post your characters with your preserences, if any.
- Tag around.
- Pick a scenerio (or mix and match, go nuts, nerds).

Scenarios

1. Coffeeshop AU: You're such a regular at the local coffee shop the cute barista behind the counter knows your order on sight. Or maybe you are the barista and you're just shy of writing your number on a certain customer's cup. Or maybe you're just the person sitting in the corner with your laptop trying to get your work done and ignoring the blatant flirting at the counter.

2. College AU: All-nighters, morning classes and naps in the student lounge, oh my!

3. Office AU:

4. Roadtrip AU: Get in, loser, we're going roadtripping.

5. "Assigned seats on a long plane ride" AU: At least one of you will have the window seat.

6. Domestic AU:
- Roommates AU

- Newlyweds AU

- Parenting AU

7. Other: Make up your own! Mix two or more together! Go for broke!

( boom boom boom boom (i want you in my room) )

[The last thing you remember is the island of the dead, going about your business as you have since the rush of memories...then someone enters your line of vision. A teenage girl with a pink cat backpack and a magical stick that hasn't been seen since it was cruely crushed beneath Monobear's foot. Depending on your class you may even recognize her as someone you haven't seen for quite a while.

"Everything will be fine now." She said with a smile and touched you with Usami's wand.

The next thing you know you're suddenly very aware of the oxygen mask strapped to your face, the frantic beeping of machines and the pounding of your own heart. You're on your back in some kind of pod, the opaque lid above you obscuring anything that could help you see your surroundings. After a few seconds there are new sounds: panicked voices. Shadows swarm above you, the voices becoming louder and more distinct.

The lid of the pod lifts and a gaggle of faces hover above you. Like with the girl who freed you from the island prison, you might recognize them if you were one of the 16 in their class. Beyond them you can see lab equipment and brightly lit screens showing exactly what's happening with the "living" students, just like on the mirror island.

Welcome to the real Jabberwock Island.]

( estrogen overloaded muselist and not even sorry )

[It's that time again- the new arena has been announced, the tributes are in need of training and the District One mentors are getting snippy at each other.

All-in-all a pretty average day in the Capitol.

It's early morning in the Tribute Tower and on District One's floor Adelaide is already made-up, dressed and slurping down her morning coffee while she waits for her fellow mentors to get their butts out of bed.]

General catch-all post for post-JarJammed jamily and friends shenanigans. This can include, but is not limited to, airship universe jumping, TheoSleip in GamKat world, GamKat in Europa, ect.

GO FORTH, MY DEARS, AND HAVE THE SHENANIGANS. ~~I blame dear, darling, precious Fate for this.~~

[With a family of eight, including two five year-olds, any kind of trip outside the backyard is an excursion. Making sure the little ones have used the bathroom, the older ones had their cell phones on them, the husband had the car keys. Rose finds herself repeatedly taking a mental headcount even after they're in the mall and split into groups of two, the latter group already off on their own.

Dave, herself, Dirk and little Dave, that's four. Roxanne, Bro, Roxy and little Rose, that's eight. Man, why did they ever decide to have so many kids plus one grandkid? Seriously.]

This is all of us, correct? We didn't leave a small child buckled into a car seat with nothing to do but learn to unbuckle themselves?