#//(they're just in the backroom of their friends' store)

[writedisaster]

actually so grateful to Jab for reminding me of the superpower sub-verse where Lip is a real psychic pretending to be a fake psychic pretending to be a completely different kind of real psychic

[sirianasims]

Psssst! Hey! Yes, you! We need to talk about clubs:

Using the Clubs for Immersive Gameplay

Of all the systems that Sims 4 has, the club feature is probably one of my favourites (Restaurants are a close second, but they're not why we're here today!) Clubs are one of the easiest ways to increase your immersion when you play and make the random townies that show up on community lots just a tiny bit less random.

The Basics

Often, people are mostly concerned with the groups their active sims are in. You might already have a club to keep track of your sims' closest friends, study group, or baby daddies, we don't judge here.

Clubs are also a great way to automate what you want your sim to be doing with less micromanaging, but for immersion, we're actually more interested in clubs for the sims you don't (or rarely) play.

WTF are the neighbours doing?

Most of the pre-made clubs are kinda meh. I prefer to add my own so I can make my community lots just a bit more lively and make sure people's activities make just a tiny bit of sense because the autonomy in this game is not great. These are just for inspiration based on clubs I often add to my own game:

A group of teens who meet at the retail clothing store to try on clothes and gossip about Nancy's nose job or whatever.

A local bowling league (complete with uniforms) who meet and bowl - just don't fuck with The Jesus.

An HOA of Karens who meet at the park to clean, raise property values, and be mean to people.

Geeks and gamers who meet at the local arcade to awkwardly flirt over pizza.

Comedians who meet at the local comedy club - you can even use the club doors to make a VIP backroom only for the performers.

Sports teams - such as a basket team who meets at a local basket court, or a swim team who meets at the local pool (you can even give them tiny matching speedos!)

Scouts! The scout feature is cute but it's a rabbit hole, boo! But you can make a Scouts club, complete with uniforms, and have them show up in parks where they can do various activities and work on their badges. Add a teen or two to supervise the younglings, their parents will be so proud, aww.

A sorority or fraternity in university who meet up at the local bar in matching varsity jackets to make all the other students feel inferior.

A group of old ladies who meet at the park to knit or cross-stitch and brag about the accomplishments of their descendants.

A "business" club, usually CEOs, lawyers and such, who meet in fancy bars to hold important business meetings and probably commit white-collar crimes, so predictable.

If you have a sim with an office/work from home job and you'd like to pretend they actually go to work, you can make an office building and a group of "coworkers" who'll show up to drink coffee, chat, and work on computers next to them in the office. It'll even simulate rotating desk assignments for an instant capitalist hellscape!

The possibilities are endless, and I find the club feature really useful to add little interesting scenarios to the background of my gameplay.

Thanks to SQOTD for inspiring this!

📩 Simblr question of the day: according to you, what are the most underutilized gameplay features in the sims games you played, dlc included? - @simblr-question-of-the-day

[cryptidghostgirl]

Drawing Down the Moon (Alastor x Ancient Roman!Witch!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: I don't think there are any? Please correct me if I am wrong. The subject matter is a little niche.

Description: Alastor reencounters an old friend.

Word Count: 2,871

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A/N i’ve been reading about roman magic laws for school okay?? don’t judge me. Maybe one of the nichest things I've ever written (except that one Akutagawa x Reader fic I have on my Wattpad where I made them talk to one another in ancient Greek and Latin (its called Leo, Leonis and tbh, that fic slaps if I do say so myself)). Won't be surprised if no one reads or likes this one but I don't care. This will be a monster of a fic, she's been lurking in the recesses of my mind for a hot second now.

"Why would she lie for so long? Does she think I wouldn't accept her?" Charlie was animatedly talking at Alastor as they walked the streets of Hell, "What about me, ME, says un understanding... misunderstanding?... Disunder- Wait, w-where are we?"

Alastor sprung to life as Charlie finally asked a question he had an answer to. Theatrically, he stepped into her curious line of sight, his arms held wide.

"Cannibal Town!" respectfully, Alastor turned and took Charlie's arm in his own, "There's a friend of mine I think you should meet."

"In Cannibal Town?" Charlie doubtfully asked as Alastor began to lead her towards a crowded shop entrance, "But it's... it's... surprisingly nice here."

"Isn't it, though?" Alastor proudly replied, "And it is all thanks to a very special someone."

Alastor opened the stained glass doors to the emporium, allowing Charlie to walk through them before he followed in her wake. The store was full, packed to the brim with cannibals of all sorts, all of whom seemed to part respectfully in the face of Alastor, allowing him to approach the front counter with Charlie trailing after him.

"Ah, Johnny my good fellow." Alastor hummed to the cashier, leaning casually on the counter.

The demon seated behind the table looked up with a wide smile.

"Mister Alastor, it has been quite a while since we've seen your face around these parts."

Charlie watched the interaction in mild surprise. It wasn't often she had the pleasure of meeting someone Alastor knew who didn't hate him or want him dead. Curiosity clouded her mind as Alastor waved the man off.

"I don't mean to be rude but, we're in a bit of a rush." Alastor said, politeness pooling delicately around his words, "Rosie wouldn't happen to be in, would she?"

"Ah, well, you see, Mister Alastor..." the demon seemed slightly uncomfortable, scratching at his ear slightly, "She's a tad... preoccupied at the moment?"

"A guest?" Alastor asked.

"A guest." Johnny reluctantly confirmed.

"Well, no matter. Is she in the back?"

"Yes," Johnny got to his feet, leaning forward as Alastor linked arms with Charlie once again, leading her behind the counter, "but I really don't think it's a good idea to... and they're gone."

"Wasn't that rude?" Charlie asked as Alastor pulled her behind the curtain that separated the main store from the backrooms and Rosie's apartment, "Oh no, is that guy going to get in trouble? Because of us?"

"Everything will be just fine my dear, don't you worry." Alastor patted her hand reassuringly as they came to stop before a door.

Letting Charlie's arm fall free, he straightened his jacket just the slightest bit before knocking on the door. There was a moment of silent anticipation before a voice from the other side called:

"Who is it?!"

"Alastor, Rosie." Alastor replied calmly.

There was a rustling of fabric, a handful of hasty footsteps, and the door swung open to reveal a woman. She was tall and beautiful in her long dress and her wide brimmed hat.

"Oh my stars!" she exclaimed with a bright smile, "Do my eyes deceive me? Alastor? Alastor! Where have you been? These halls really lost some of their sparkle without your lively presence and-"

The woman, Rosie, trailed off as she caught sight of Charlie standing beside her dear friend.

"Oh, who's this you brought with you? Come now, Alastor, she's much too young for you. Oh, I'm just kidding. But where are your manners, Mister? Introduce us, why don't you?"

"Ah, yes, Charlie, this is Rosie: the most darling, delightful, and dangerous Overlord this side of the pentagram."

At his words, Rosie smiled, giving a perfect curtsy. It was as her form lowered that Charlie caught sight of the interior of the room, and the strange seated figure it housed. Alastor seemed not to have noticed and as Rosie straightened herself up again, she laughed slightly.

"Oh, always such a charmer."

"And Rosie," Alastor continued, "it is my pleasure to introduce you to Princess Charlie Morningstar, daughter of Lucifer and heir to the throne of Hell."

Charlie smiled weakly, waving slightly at the imposing and nearly off-puttingly cheerful woman.

"How do you do?" she asked awkwardly, "I am very sorry for interrupting your meeting, I tried to get Alastor to wait but..."

"Oh, yes!" Rosie suddenly exclaimed, almost as if she had forgotten about her previous guest in all the excitement, "Come on in you two, I'm sure she wouldn't mind."

Charlie was about to protest when Rosie grabbed her by the arm, dragging her into the room. Alastor followed, turning his back as he shut the door behind them. Charlie's mouth fell open slightly as her eyes finally saw the truth of Rosie's guest.

She was tall, probably tall enough to rival Alastor or Rosie herself. Skin tinged slightly blue, she seemed to be covered in a faint gold dust that clung to her draped, toga-like dress and skin in equal amount. Heaps of gold jewelry hung on every inch of her as well, wrapping her wrists, her neck, her ankles, her fingers, even braided into her hair. Resting atop her head was a crown of gold with a half moon on it, her feet were bare. With wide, white eyes that nearly seemed unseeing, the woman watched Charlie carefully.

"Can I offer you something to eat?" Rosie was asking, but Charlie could barley hear her, unable to break eye contact with the woman, "I'm sure I have a leg around here or something..."

"I am afraid were not here for food." Alastor thankfully stepped in, turning to Rosie with closed eyes and a wide smile, "We happen to be in need of some help."

"Alastor?" the woman spoke and her voice resounded in itself, loud yet soft at the same time, singular and yet somehow plural.

"Well, aren't you fresh."

That was the first thing she had ever said to him. Alastor had been wandering Hell, minding his own business when he had heard that voice say those words and felt a fire ignited in him. Slowly, he had turned around to see a pair of towering demons. Overlords, he realized, and big ones at that. Alastor's smile sharpened at its edges as he began to formulate a plan.

Charlie turned at last, as if whatever spell the stranger had cast on her had broken at the sound of her voice, to look at Alastor in mild confusion. She heard his breath hitch in his throat. The man in question was frozen, his ears twitching wildly, his eyes now wide open.

"Is that you?" the demon asked again.

Alastor somehow seemed to reassemble himself before their very eyes. Slowly, he turned to the room's only occupied chair.

"Who are you?"

Alastor feigned innocence, looking up at the titan herself as she took a step forward. In an instant, she stood at his height, looking him dead in the eyes.

"An odd one too." she hummed thoughtfully, white eyes tracking the stars, reading his future it almost seemed, "Most people go with what before who."

Alastor was unsure how to respond to that one. The titan chuckled, a grin flashing across her face. It was unexpected, disconcerting. Alastor hadn't thought her face capable of any expression save solemn disinterest. She turned her head slightly to the side, looking back over her shoulder to her companion.

"Zestial, cara mea?"

The spidery demon took a step forward, meeting her eyes.

"Yes?"

"Don't you have something you need to be getting to?"

Alastor may have been dumbstruck, but he wasn't stupid. He heard the order as clearly as if she had not bothered with the formalities of disguising it. It shocked Alastor to his core. This might be his first time encountering Zestial but, he had heard the demon's name before. Most frequently, it had been spat at him by his victims who claimed that one of Hell's oldest and most respected demons would come for him. So who was this other overlord, the titan? Sure, he'd heard of her before but enough that such blatant disrespect towards Hell's most respected made sense? No. Not at all, in fact.

Zestial paused a moment before bowing his head slightly.

"You're quite right." he hummed, "I will be seeing you presently I expect?"

"Perchance." the titan lazily replied, her gaze having long since switched back to Alastor, set on analyzing his features, "I'll let you know."

With another polite bow, Zestial had turned and began walking in the opposite direction. The titan held an arm out for Alastor. He looked at it curiously before meeting the demon's eye's again. She laughed.

"So suspicious. I thought you we're the one killing overlords, not me."

His eyes went wide.

"How do you..." he cleared his throat, "how did you know?"

It was a stupid question and he knew it. There hadn't been any secret keeping, not really. Sure, he never outright said he was the Radio Demon who broadcasted screams but he supposed there couldn't be many Radio Demon's out there really. It didn't matter that he had only been going after overlords for a month or so now, she was one. Of course she would know.

"Let's go for a walk, shall we?"

All it took was one look. Suddenly, he was new again, spat fresh out of life on Earth and in to Hell's gaping maw. One look at her, and he dissolved at the edges, forming and reforming his own ability to speak and comprehend the world around him.

"It is." the woman hummed, a wide smile breaking across her face, revealing the blackness of her teeth, her mouth.

Alastor soon formed a bit of a soft spot for the inhuman overlord. It was that first meeting, that first walk. He had asked, hunting for information to wield against her, about her life on Earth and in Hell. It was her fault really, for answering. That's what had him stuck.

Y/n had laid her life out for him like a freshly pressed table cloth. She had been raised on the streets of ancient Rome and executed as a witch. She was perhaps the oldest demon remaining in Hell, the exterminations having eventually wiped out even the strongest members of her times. Just as Alastor had been reborn as a deer due to his death, so too was she reborn as what they had accused her of. Every ritual, every spell, prophecy itself all worked for her. It was then Alastor understood the interaction he had witnessed between Zestial and Y/n, then he understood the respect.

He found himself drawn to her more and more and, somehow, he always seemed to be able to find her when he went searching. He assumed it was some strange magical nonsense she controlled. Alastor didn't question it.

Y/n showed him Hell in a way he had never seen it before. She taught him where to gather herbs and how to use them, how to bend the earth to his will, how to spin iunges and call down the storms, the rain, the moon. Alastor devoured, fed by her hand.

It was odd, Charlie had never seen a demon like her before. The white eyes, the teeth black with what seemed to be darkness, the gold. All of it was off putting yet somehow, captivating. Alastor seemed to be acting weird, his eyes flitting wildly across the woman, taking in her every detail. Charlie wasn't sure what to do about that.

In some sense, Alastor seemed to be scared. In another, he was in an overjoyed state of disbelief. Charlie wasn't sure which was more disconcerting, or how to respond to either and so, she simply watched.

"I have a question, mea ocella."

Y/n announced one day and Alastor turned from where he sat spinning stories into his microphone at her feet. That was what she had called him, her little eye. She told him it was a term of endearment. Alastor had no reason to doubt. The red grass swayed slightly in the breeze as he looked up at her, immediately bringing a halt to his broadcast.

"What is it?"

"You've been so set on ending all us overlords for so long now," she hummed, "wouldn't you like to do something different?"

"Something like what?"

"See from the other side of the glass."

Her white eyes glowed blue, the gold on her skin shining out into the world around like stars. Alastor sighed.

"You're prophesying again."

She nodded in agreement. Y/n had never seen the point in lying, she had never known its use. Not since before she could remember, back in the times she lived. They were so distant now, so immaterial and unimportant she rarely payed those memories much mind.

"So, what is it you see me doing?"

"Simple riddle or play on words?"

The two types of prophesy, the two options. Alastor put a finger to his chin, humming in thought.

"Simple riddle. Please, not in dactylic hexameter if you would, decoding that always gives me a headache."

"But that has been the meter of prophecy since Justice herself sat on the Delphic throne, mea ocella." Y/n retorted in surprise, meeting Alastor's eyes.

"Yeah, well."

Y/n laughed lightly, looking back out blankly toward the future.

"As you wish, ocella. Just this once. My gift to you."

Alastor hummed his non-comital thanks, turning his gaze back out the the skyline of the city as well.

"One will be two, two will be four, when that number comes be ready for more. Seven years past under grim sudden stress, four becomes ten, I'll tell you what happens next. Help one bright star to the top, not too far, and you will be free from the one not the three."

"Rhymes? Really?"

Y/n looked down at him, the glow fading from her as their eyes met and the future vanished from the scope of her vision.

"You asked for no hexameter, I still get to have fun."

"Yeah, yeah."

The pair fell into a comfortable silence. Alastor ran the words of her fortune in his head, trying to gain any semblance of reason from them.

"They don't sound very... avoidable."

"That's because it's not one of the ones you can change."

"Oh."

Y/n pulled herself to her feet suddenly, her chiton swirling around her. Alastor watched in awe as her image flickered in the air for a moment between the image of herself just a head shorter than him, the one who loomed around nine feet tall, and some three headed monster at what must've been five stories. Leaning, she held a hand out for him to grasp. It took Alastor a moment to realize, shaking his head slightly as he at last accepted Y/n's help and got to his feet.

"Where are we going?"

"I've decided you are going to be an overlord, mea ocella."

"Why?"

"I think it might help you down the line."

It had been years since Alastor had seen her. Long before he had taken his so called seven year sabbatical, Y/n had vanished. Alastor knew she wasn't dead, he would have been able to tell if she was dead. Surly the world would have shifted in some new and strange way to lose the goddess of the crossroads, the titan, Hekate made flesh and blood. Nothing like that had happened and so he knew she was alive, just not where or how.

Y/n's prophecies were always accurate. Standing here before her now, Alastor recalled her words from all those decades before.

One will be two, two will be four. When that number comes, be ready for more.

One had been just him. Two? When he had died and met his shadow. Alastor realized now that three had been Y/n herself and that the fourth important person who had come into his afterlife was the very person who owned his soul.

Seven years past under grim sudden stress, four becomes ten, I'll tell you what happens next.

Seven years he'd been gone, indeed under an unexpected and disastrous situation. When, after seven long years, he had returned to Hell, he had gone to the hotel. It was at the Hazbin Hotel that he not only met Charlie, Vaggie, Angel, and Sir Pentious but that they became vital parts of his life along with Husk and Nifty who before then had mostly existed on the periphery. Those six, plus the original four, made ten.

Help one bright star to the top, not too far, and you will be free from the one not the three.

All along, all those years ago, she had known. Alastor had always respected Y/n, always harbored a soft and disconcerting love for the witch. Never before now had either felt so overwhelming. Alastor took a trembling step forward from his place at Charlie's side. The world closed in, she was the only thing he could see.

Y/n smiled as he sunk to his knee before her, his head bowed.

"Mea ocella." she happily hummed, lifting his head up gently with the tips of her bluish grey fingers.

"Y/n."

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This fic will probably have a part two.

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[junedenim]

you heard that they were the naughtiest

they were all naked, but he was the exposed one

warnings: smut, prostitution, p in v, blowjob, feelings :(

word count: 3.7k

It's not intentional per se. When he stumbles upon a room of half-naked women he doesn't reject the sight, but he didn't seek it out. He's kind of just shoved into the room. His friends insist it's the perfect way of getting over a break-up. He guesses he can't really handle rejection right now either which is why they aren't picking up chicks in a place where you wouldn't have to pay for it. Plus, they have to be on a tour bus in a matter of hours so they can't waste time here.

At least, that's his friends' thinking. All he can think about are tits, tits, tits! Seriously, he never thought he'd be overwhelmed by the sight of boobs after he made it through the rough stage of puberty but they're everywhere and he can only take his eyes off of them to look at another set of boobs. Two nipples staring at him like beady little eyes. 

"You like?" A woman in a long robe with fluffy feathers lining it comes beside him. She's twice the age of everyone here and she must be the only one semi-dressed.

"Oh, uh, yeah, I mean...yeah." He feels like he's objectifying the women by looking at them but at the same time what the fuck else is he supposed to do? "Yes."

"Have your pick," she invites. 

Alex feels flushed, his voice stolen from him as he chokes on his own spit. "What? Like any of them?"

The woman nods. She has a certain elegance that he wouldn't expect from a pimp. Her makeup is poorly drawn on and her hair looks like it's about to fall off her head but she wears pearls and diamond earrings, which could be fake but he can't tell the difference. "Your friends paid for you," she tells him.

There are blondes, brunettes, and gingers. There's one girl in the back with purple hair. "Can��can I do more than...?"

"More than one?" The woman laughs and Alex shrinks and he suddenly wishes he was getting rejected at some pub instead. "No, no, sweetie. That would be another additional payment and an extra fee. But any of my girls out here are for your choosing. I'm sure they'll treat you better than any girl you've had before. You seem like a nice one too. They might even give you an extra favour for that."

"Like a blowjob?" The question just falls out and he wants to slap himself after saying that.

The woman instantly starts laughing again. "Whatever you want, sweetie. You're in charge. Now, go on, make your pick."

She pushes him forward and brown, green, and blue eyes meet him. Unexpectedly, he's hit with the feeling of being a kid in a candy store and part of him feels bad for viewing these women as candy for him to consume but the other part of him (his cock) is growing hard and needy.

"Um, I'll, um, have her." Alex points to a woman, she must be right around his age, maybe a few years older. Wide eyes, kohl-smeared staring right back up at him. Her hair is long, wavy, reaching down far enough to cover her tits, her nipples peeking through at the movement of her head.

The woman rises from her chair and takes hold of Alex's hand, dragging him toward one of the backrooms. Her ass, bare and in plain view for him. He realizes he can do whatever he wants. He could squeeze it, smack it, rub it, kiss it, fuck it. It's a terrifying thought but the pleasure he gains, the way his dick feels so constrained can't be matched. 

"So, uh, how long have you been doing this?"

She laughs, but it's a cute one, instead of a mocking one. "The whore thing?" Alex nods as she shuts the door behind him. "Couple years."

The room is relatively empty. There's a bed with white sheets, two bedside tables with lamps on each that are turned on, and a painting of a naked woman because they are obviously lacking in the department of nude women. 

"The room to your liking?" She asks him.

He wipes his sweaty palms down on his jeans. "Yes!" He shouts it a little enthusiastically but again the woman giggles nicely and moves onto the bed, sitting on the edge, crossed-legged and tempting.

"How'd you like me?"

"How'd I like you?" He questions.

"Your call, honey. Take me whichever way you like."

He just about busts a nut at this woman, staring him down, who he can have free-range on. Something overcomes hum. Maybe it’s loneliness, but he’s first thought isn’t sex. "Can I kiss you?" He doesn't really know how else you're supposed to start sex. It feels weird to just put his dick in her right away.

She seems shocked by this sentiment. "Uh, sure."

Alex is still standing by the door. He shoves his hands in his pockets. "Not a lot of guys ask that, do they?"

She shrugs. "Some do. But I can see," she points to his crotch, "your erection." Alex's first instinct is to cover it up with his hands but he realizes he doesn't need to do that here. That kind of thing is encouraged here. "Most guys don't like to kiss about when they're already hard."

"Yeah, well, things with my girlfriend just ended, and—fuck, I wasn't supposed to talk about this."

She giggles. "That's fine."

"No, that was like the one thing my mates told me not to talk about. I guess I've been going on about it for a long time."

"Well, this is your time so you can do whatever you like but for reference, you only have me for about a half hour and that half hour started when you picked me so you only have about 25 minutes left."

"Oh, right, so we should probably..."

"Take care of that erection? It's up to you but I'll do everything, except rape kinks."

"People request that a lot?"

She shrugs. "Yeah. People request a lot of weird things. The rape thing gets a little iffy for me because I'm not, well..."

"Willing?"

"Well, I'm willing. I'm getting paid. It's my job. Some of the girls do it if you want to. I guess it helps keep people from raping other people."

"No, I mean, I kind of like it when the people I'm fucking want to fuck me."

"You're still hard," she notes. He definitely is. It's pressing up against his zipper and threatening to rip a hole straight through his jeans. "I don't mind talking to you if you want to do that but I have a feeling you might want to take care of that."

Alex lets out a chuckle of relief, finally relaxing just a little. "Yeah."

"So...however you want me." She's open and offering and it's terrifying. He's usually not the director of these things. It's always been a mutual thing but he feels less scared about taking charge then he thought he would.

"Okay. I'm going to take off my clothes if that's okay."

She chuckles. "Yeah, I think you're gonna have to do that eventually."

"Right." He laughs at himself, carefully taking off his shirt and jeans. He leaves his underwear on, nearing her slowly. He stands above her, tilting her face up with his finger, he looks down at her, and he knows he's fooling himself, but she really does look eagerly interested. Her eyes are erotic and her lips slightly puckered. He leans down slowly and kisses her lightly. "Can you give me a...blowjob?"

She stuffs away laughter and looks up at him with a grin. "Certainly." She pushes him back a step and sits on her knees. Her fingers skim the elastic teasingly, before reaching in, pulling them down, exposing him. She holds it and her hand with stimulating strokes. "You're so big."

He's never thought himself to be particularly enlarged. He hasn't really seen many, except in porn and at the urinals but, you know, he's not really looking at other guy's cocks while they pee. "Do you say that everyone?"

She bites her bottom lip, so close to his dick, he's starting to leak out precum and he can do anything he wants so he might just shove her head onto his cock. But he doesn't want to be brutal with her. "I mean, yeah, but I'm being honest. Swear it."

Alex believes her and gets amusement from the whole thing but he stands up a little straight with a bit more pride. He's apparently well-endowed. "Thanks." 

She hollows out her cheeks and swallows around him, letting his shaft slide along her tongue until it hits the back of her throat. Then she retreats and starts all over again, leaving more and more of her saliva slathered on his cock every time it pulls out of her mouth.

It's wet and messy, but it's the best blowjob he's ever had, which isn't shocking. She does this for a living. Especially with the way she reaches under and cups his balls as she swallows his cock, rolling his sacks around in her hand and kneading his flesh softly.

It makes his knees weak and he doesn't think he can stand anymore. "Can-can I sit please?" He gets out through a moan. She releases him, charmed by his hesitation and his need to ask for permission. He sits down on the edge of the bed and shimmies towards the middle. He lays on his back and spreads his legs for her to crawl between, sharing a smile with her as she gets comfortable on her stomach.

She wraps her hand around Alex's cock again, pulling it back so she can lick up the underside of it repeatedly, from base to tip. Her tongue traces the vein before swirling around the tip, tonguing his slit a few times before making her way back down to suck his balls into her mouth. Her teeth nip playfully at the loose flesh.

That's when he has to pull her off of him. "I'm about to come and, I mean, if you don't mind I'd like to be in you."

She smiles, her eyes bright. "Yeah. On you, you on me, doggy. Should I pull at the Kama Sutra?"

Alex snorts. "You're really funny."

She rolls her eyes. "We're running low on time here. Make up your mind, mister!" 

Alex flips them over after a moment, hovering over her as she looks up at him with wide eyes and an excited grin. "Ready?"

"Yeah." She widens her legs to give him more room to work as he moves back away from her on his knees. Alex reaches a hand down, squeezing those blinding tits. He leans down, placing his mouth over it and a shock goes through him as she moans. His tongue skims over her nipple and she lets out another one and he'll be thinking about how he got a whore to moan for the rest of his life and she also called him big.

He sits back up. "I'm gonna fuck you now," he tells her.

"Please," she groans and he feels like the man. Nothing will top this. He's the fucking man.

Not being able to wait a moment longer to be inside her, Alex slides his cock down to her slick hole and pushes inside. Her warm pussy envelops his cock inch by inch as he slides into her. "Oh my God," he moans as her walls cling to his shaft. "Holy shit."

She hums in acknowledgment. She reaches down and begins to rub her clit as his cock slowly fills her up more and more until he finally reaches the back of her, his balls pressing against her ass once he's all the way inside. She's breathing heavily, clenching her pussy around his cock to get used to the feeling. 

He sighs as he starts to get used to the feeling. He feels on edge but he wants to make use of every single minute he has with her. He begins to move his hips, pulling his cock out just to shove it back in, slowly starting to thrust his hips.

"Yeah, right there," she tells him, pulling his body down so it's pressed against hers as he fucks her. "That feels so good. Do you feel good, baby?"

"You feel incredible," he grunts into her neck, leaning his weight on his forearms on either side of her head, his arms bending her legs back further. He's sure she's said that to a million guys before, maybe even a few today, but the way he feels inside her, he might be kidding himself, but it feels too tight, too wonderful for only him to be feeling this good.

She lets out a whimper in response, hands moving to Alex's head to tangle in his shaggy hair. "Kiss me," she begs, tugging his hair to bring his head up from her neck so he can press his lips against hers. She opens her mouth and allows his tongue inside, sucking on it gently as his cock slides into her in long, sensual thrusts, slowly but steadily.

Their naked skin pressed together, and his cock was deep inside her. Alex feels closer to her than he's felt with anyone in ages. He feels tense and he knows he's close. This has only been perfect and he wants it to end perfectly. He wants to get every penny's worth but he wants to make her feel good because he bet not everyone has made her feel this good.

Her body shakes as she comes, her pussy clinging to him inside her as she moans into his mouth. He wants to come with her so badly, but he wants to keep fucking her more, to show her how good he can make her feel.

Before she even comes down from her orgasm, he is flipping her over onto her stomach and sliding his cock back into her from behind, stretching his forearms so his hands are planted on either side of her body so he can push his hips into her in smooth, hard thrusts. "Is this okay?"

"Yeah, keep going," she tells him. He really wants to just press her into the mattress and hump her roughly, but he'll last longer this way, and he can tell she's enjoying it by the way she moves against him.

She arches her back and twists her neck so she can look at his face as he pushes into her, his cock hitting spots so deep inside her. It hugs him tightly and pulls him in deeper and deeper each time he comes barreling down into her.

"Oh, you're making my pussy feel so good," she cries. It's so intimate and makes him feel so connected to her. He can't believe how good he is. 

"You like that?" Alex huffs barely heard over the sound of slapping skin each time his hips connect with her ass cheeks. His tummy tightens as he thinks about how special this feels. "Can I come in your mouth?"

"Yeah, yeah." She nods frantically. He pulls out and she flips onto her back. Alex moves up; he is just over her wide-open mouth. 

A stream of cum shoots out from the tip of his throbbing cock and lands on the tip of her tongue. "Fuck," he moans at both the feeling and the sight of it, splatters landing on her cheek and nose.

His hips jerk as the last spurts of cum come out, landing on her. His legs wobble as his body buzzes in the aftershocks. "Wow," Alex breathes out in awe, enthralled by the sight. "You're so pretty."

"Thanks," she mutters. Alex lands on his back beside her, unable to hold himself up straight anymore. He breathes heavily as she sits up to wipe the cum off of her face. 

"That was the best sex I've ever had." His tongue is spilling things out but he feels like he can tell her these things because that must have been some of the hottest sex she's ever had too.

She looks back at him with a grin. "You're cute, honey."

Alex regains some strength and leans over to where she's picked up a cigarette. His arms wrap around her waist. He wants to hold her tight, wants to cherish her. "You're so gorgeous."

"You want a smoke?" She asks before lighting her cigarette.

He shakes his head. He just wants to look at her without the blur of smoke separating them. "Here. Lay down with me."

"Your time is technically up but I guess I can take my break with you."

He's moved that she feels the same he does. Alex still can't believe what he's experienced, his body still recovering from the motions. She sits up against the headboard, smoking her cigarette so instead of cuddling with her side-by-side in bed like he wants, he'll sit beside her against the headboard. 

"So, do you usually take your breaks with your customers?" He's a special and very lucky man, he knows it.

"Um," she thinks out loud, "sometimes. They'll give me one of their cigarettes or an extra tip if I sit and talk with them. A lot of men who come in here are really lonely."

He's not one of those men. He didn't give her cigarettes or money, she just wants to sit and talk with him and he's charmed by this. He wants to take her out of her. Not leave her in this dirty place where men take advantage of her and treat her nastily. "I can imagine."

She looks over at him with a smirk. "What?" He questions.

Her smirk drops and she shakes her head. "Nothing. So, your ex dumped you or you dumped her?"

Alex sighs. "She dumped me. I thought we might get back together but she's got this new guy and I'm just a loser, I guess." He's worried that means he's calling her a loser so he quickly tells her, "That's nothing against you. I'm sorry if that came off rude."

She laughs and shakes her head. "You're fine. I've been called much worse."

Alex can't imagine anyone being rude to her. She's angelic in her caring and her laugh is like the sun shining on you, beating you in heat after a cold winter. "I'm sorry they've done that."

"It's fine," she insists. "People don't really understand my job. I like doing it and that shocks people. I guess there are your regular creeps but that's half the people out there nowadays. So, this way instead of being stuck with a crappy date with these people, I get paid to sleep with them and never see them again. I mean, who doesn't like sex?"

"I don't know who wouldn't like sex with you." He's being mushy but fuck, if you could see her, if you fucked her, you'd be feeling the same way.

She throws her head back in laughter. "Thank you, sweetie. I wouldn't have hung around her so long if I wasn't good at it. I'm a professional feel-gooder. I make everyone who comes in here feel better when they leave."

"Well, you've made me feel much better," he tells her.

She smiles over at him, taking a pull of her smoke. "Good. I'm glad to have done that."

"Even just talking to you I feel understood." He's looking at her and something pulls through him. He just wants to spill all his guts. Tell every little secret and then she'll share hers. It can't feel this good with everyone.

"Good," she says.

He's leaving town in a matter of hours and he can't even bear to leave her behind, at least not without getting her number. Christ, he doesn't even know her name. He curls an arm around her shoulders. "I'm leaving town soon but how would you feel about going out with me once I'm back in town."

"Oh," she smiles at him so lovingly, heartbeats skip, and he's lost in her eyes. He can't imagine how anyone could badly treat her, leave her, forget her. She softly chuckles. "Honey, I don't do that kind of thing."

His eyebrows furrow. "Are you not allowed?"

She shakes her head. "I just don't go out with people I meet at work. I'm not a girlfriend, I'm a quick fuck. I can give you conversation, I can be a flirt, I can be a slut, whatever, but I'm not gonna date you."

"But...I thought that we..."

"Sweetie," she's cooing at him and he hates this feeling. It's like getting dumped all over again. "I'm just doing my job. You're a total sweetheart. I mean, girls must love you."

"Well, what about you?" He asks like saying that, questioning her will change things.

She gives him a crooked smile and she looks slightly remorseful. "I'm not a girl. I'm not really anything to you. You don't even know my name."

"I could. You could tell me all about you and I'd love all of it—" She tries to suppress a laugh but it pulls through. Everything just sinks in him.

"I'm sorry. I feel horrible. But I can't give you what I don't have. If you're ever back in town, I'll be here."

He scoffs, "You just want money." He feels bad. He's being a bit of an asshole but he's hurt. It pours over him all over again. 

"Yeah," she admits, "doesn't everybody? I truly did have a nice time but I have a feeling you'll find a girl and you won't need any of this."

It makes him feel a little better like the whole thing wasn't made up in his head. Still, he's lost, annoyed, and he fucking hates this feeling. This loneliness that covers him. This was just supposed to be a fuck. If he wanted rejection he could have gone to a fucking pub or called up his ex-girlfriend but, no, he had to go too far in and believe some fantasy.

"I'm sorry," he says. 

She frowns at him. "There's no reason to be sorry. These things happen. You're a great guy, I can tell. You're just not my guy."

He digests this. Dry swallows the cold hard pill. He takes a deep breath and looks away. It doesn't soften the blow anymore. But he feels better knowing that he'll land on his feet. He'll get over this, eventually. He's just trapped in a hole and one day he'll crawl out of it. Even she, the whore, believes in him. "Can I have a cigarette?"

She feels bad. So, she gives him one.

*

a/n: i was kind of shocked how many ideas i had for different eras of alex at a whorehouse. i don't know when i became this dirty-minded but i blame all of you!

[happytaffeta]

I've talked about my fondness for Sandman characters before, but last night I got into the weeds with the boyfriend about my feelings on real life liminal spaces and Delirium and gender, because I saw a video essay on liminal space vibes versus backrooms style horror, which are different but related things.

The video guy articulated why and how they differ really well, but also, it made me think about this one exchange about liminal spaces in the Sandman comics.

Dream and Delirium are on a plane, and Del talks about liking to be in places like that, places that aren't places. Places in between. Later in the story as she recounts their journey, she reiterates this fondness for the in-between places.

And I read that and think about a quiet park or bus stop, or a mall between evening close and next morning's open. Places with people in them can be that way, too. Hotels, for instance, or department stores.

Places you're in for a while but you don't stay there. There are people there or there aren't. You might be with friends or alone. It's no one's home. It's familiar, if you've been there before, but ever shifting even so. A place that isn't quite a place. A state of change, made manifest.

That's the feeling she meant. Liminal spaces as a concept are much older than the online aesthetic movement. There have been places you pass through but do not stay for as long as there have been people passing through.

And, I'm also a fan.

I think there's something about that whole thing that can be actually sort of soothing. Like. Yeah. It's no man's land. But it's also every man's land. It's not home, but you can be here a while, and it's okay. You can't stay. But you can rest.

They're the architectural equivalent of my gender experience.

Which is probably why I love Delirium so much out of all the Endless.

Even more than Desire, who is actually nonbinary and fluid of gender, Delirium is in constant flux. She's a mirror, and a kind one at that. She's Neil and the artists reaching out a hand and saying to me and people like me, 'Hey, I see you. And I know it's hard, but look how wonderful you are.'

Like yeah. Death is a perennial favorite. She takes everyone just as she finds them and she treats everyone with compassion and she is the quintessential perky goth.

But Del is someone who was hurt, somehow, in a way she cannot quantify, and she is strange and half wild and held together with bits of string and rubber bands and tape. And she is beautiful and harsh and jagged and soft all at once. And that's what it's like, a lot of the time, both to be someone who's been hurt and lived through it but sort of…'came back wrong', for lack of a better phrase, and as someone who's not quite what people expect me to be to start with.

So, thanks again, Mr Gaiman, for the compassion.

[fur-claws-and-eyeballs]

The Lost Boys and DnD

First of all, Sam and the Frog brothers are huge freaking nerds. You KNOW they get into DnD at some point. Maybe there's a local group of DnD-ers that use the backroom of the comic store to host their games that gets them into it. Maybe Sam discovers the Players/Monsters/DMs handbooks being sold in the store one day and gets curious.

Maybe the Frog brothers market it as a way for vampire hunters to mentally prepare themselves for the strategies and horror of war. (The Curse of Strahd campaign wasn't released until like 2016, but we can pretend it was released 20 years earlier, lmao...Or it's just a Homebrew campaign, maybe even set in Santa Carla...)

I honestly feel like Edgar would be a really good DM because he would get so into storytelling and character voices. (He also gets frustrated as hell when Sam does something stupid/clever and completely bypasses a big battle or event that he had planned)

They tried having Sam DM, but his campaigns included more puzzles and diplomacy than battle, and having the Frogs just brute force their way through every session was disheartening.

"We clearly need at least one person with a functioning brain in the party," says Sam, retiring from DMing permanently.

But they're only three people so Sam begs Michael to join them. And listen, Michael is VERY aware of how people might perceive him, and he is not about to join his little brother and his dweeb friends in nerdom.

But Lucy, because she's wonderful, lets the boys run their campaign in the kitchen on Saturdays, and Michael, despite his best efforts, finds himself lingering in the doorway. He keeps stopping to look at the board, being drawn into Edgar's storytelling, and Sam's overly complicated plans (plans that fail and inevitably end up with him rolling for bluff, AGAIN), and Alan's insistence that they ignore diplomacy in favor of just killing everyone. (Don't get it twisted though, Alan is a master of the dice, he knows exactly how to stack his advantages and buffs for the maximum amount of damage/success.)

Michael probably can't help but chime in on occasion, "Did it occur to you idiots that the mysterious key that you found in your tavern room has a purpose and that it might go to the padlock that lets you into the Mayor's house?"

"Well, let's see you do better, Mikey!"

So Michael inevitably joins and now it's the four of them. Slaying Vampires and solving mysteries. But then...

"Hey, Michael, me and the Boys are going to a party at the abandoned cannery on Saturday, you in?" asks David one day.

"I, uh, already have plans with my family on Saturday, man, sorry," answers Michael, desperately trying to keep images of miniatures and dice out of his head.

Except, this is the fifth Saturday in a row that Mikey has begged off of hanging out with the gang, and now they're getting a little suspicious...

...

Anyway, time skip and give me Bard Paul trying to fuck the dragon.

Sam: "It would literally kill you."

Paul: "But what a way to go!"

[adnrewminyard]

aftg skateshop au

ok ok so i actually JUST started another fic but i can't get the idea of the foxes in my old workplace out of my head. so just the rough beginnings of a skateshop au bc i think the foxes would definitely have a place in the skateboarding community

neil josten as the amateur newbie that 'doesn't even skate!' he just wants to get his paycheck and leave. refuses to get on a board but sits there with his mouth wide open on training nights.

andrew minyard as the shop security guard, who claims he has no interest in skating at all but kevin claims he saw him skating home from work one day and that he's amazing.

dan wilds as the store manager that no one takes seriously bc she's a woman, even though she's won several skate competitions and the shop is performing better than it ever has under her leadership

seth gordon as the assistant manager that isn't misogynistic but definitely isn't happy that his manager is a woman that knows more than him. he listens to podcasts and does push ups in the backroom on his break.

kevin day as the 3ic (assistant assistant manager) that USED to be a pro skateboarder sponsored by another skateshop but since his injury he just lectures everyone that comes into the store on correct posture and tries to land new tricks on the shop floor. most of the time he's clearly hungover.

matt boyd as the guy that's only really there to make friends and follow dan around like a lost puppy. customers love him but he feels too bad to upsell to them so he never really brings in a lot of sales.

aaron minyard as that one employee who you're never really sure what they do? he clocks in then disappears off, only to find out they're somehow one of the top sellers at the end of the day.

nicky hemmick as the over-excitable, over sharing employee that tells every customer his life problems and gets too involved in company drama

allison reynolds as the visual merchandiser who quit her internship with a successful designer brand store to shuffle skate brands and boards around the store aimlessly

renee walker as the melt-in-your-mouth employee that handles a board like no-ones business and somehow keeps everyone in line - she runs a workshop training grommets (kids) on her days off

i honestly don't know if this is going to entertain anyone besides me tbh but this job was honestly the most absurd place i have EVER worked and i'm really interested in writing the foxes into it and seeing how they go!!!

[chaosemerges]

< INTRODUCTION & CATCH UP >

Yo! This is @dreamingfifi, and welcome to the official CHAOS EMERGES- or it's new alternative title- PROJECT SANDBOX - CODENAME: CHAOS! You may or may not have been wondering where this project has been and honestly I cannot blame you for either, it's kind of been dry on content for a long ass time BUT! I am here to explain things... that I'm willing to, at least.

< WHERE HAS IT BEEN? >

Simple! Development hell. And a recent tourney hiatus. But mostly development hell. CHAOS EMERGES has been though a bit of an identity crisis behind the scenes, to the point where it was different projects ENTIRELY at multiple points in time! You can kind of call this era of the project a different one too, but I wouldn't. Believe me, the format change and stuff has given beyond plentiful opportunities to be more... "absurd", to say the least. Speaking of...

< WHAT ARE THOSE CHANGES? >

There's a lot I can and can't say just yet, but the main thing production wise is the discontinuation of a backroom. This is mostly a solo & close friend project now for numerous reasons, mostly for better focus which is a funny as fuck statement when talking about the project intending to be stupid but like trust me on this. Along with, compared to it's sister project There Is No Tournament Name, the more tight-nit intent works better for me in the long run. Most of the content going forward is probably going to be done by me, akin to my buddy Enoderen's project keep it cool. Please, check that out! Speaking of TINTN, though, another thing that'll I'll mention is that the good majority of the roster has changed! In a pretty major way too, but I can't say too much on that outside of one thing... Kono Hoshi De is cut. Because like. TINTN is Yume Nikki themed. Madotsuki is LITERALLY in that now. I know sound wise its not the same but... trust me. Trust. The pinned post will give teasers of characters & (when they're ready) links to the sourcelists and such of said character. Last thing I'll mention is the theme changes and such. You probably have already noticed with the Tumblr account and all that the UI has gotten a massive change, and same has gone with the art style in general! I can't wait for everyone to see what this has in store.

< WHEN CAN I SEE THE CHANGES? >

...That's a fair question! I don't know! It's certainly a "when it's done" kind of thing. Like really, stuff will be posted as soon as it's finished, and I'll certainly take a Dinkle-esk approach and do matches when characters are revealed and such. ERM... NOT TRUE ANYMORE? KILL THIS USER

That should be it for now! I'm working on things as we speak, so hopefully things'll be soon... enough at least. Thank you for your time, and I hope to see y'all on the otherside!

oh also for anyone seeing this that isn't a mashup tourney fan. hi. i will not elaborate on shit

[fuckinuhhh]

Architectural Finds, 06/24/2023

My walk today was a brief 20 minutes, I was meeting up with a friend from upstate for some chai who had come down the night before to stay with some other friends. We met up at the Chai Spot on Mott St. (which I definitely now recommend) and we relaxed in their backroom lounge with our chai's for 45 min or so. She eventually had to leave to catch her bus back upstate & I walked her to the subway stairs hugged her and said goodbye. Feeling the warm weather on my skin and the caffeine in my veins I decided to walk up Broadway, here were some of the architectural highlights.

This cute turret room on the top of the building on the NE corner of Bleecker & Broadway. Doing the smallest ammount of googling I am finding out this was Peter Venkman's (Bill Murray) apartment in Ghostbusters 2???? ok.

It just looks like it would be such a whimsical little tower to hang your hair from, idk.

Building Facts: Built in 1891 as the Manhattan Savings Institution, also known as Bleecker Tower. Architect Stephen Decatur Hatch.

Built in the Romanesque Revival style with arches and ornaments, as well as the red sandstone and signature rough cut stone of this style on the base of the building (definitely why it caught my eye, I love Richardson Romanesque/romanesque revival).

The tower on top eludes my brief internet search, but if anyone has pictures of the inside please direct them to me.

Next up we have this lil copper cutie who looks like it just got a face lift judging by the shiny copper facade on top. It is currently a FootLocker so hopefully they're treating her nice.

Building Facts: (obv) Built in 1889 by Architect Alfred Zucker.

The menacing gargoyles are cute.

(maybe more of an opinion than a fact, but) there used to be a bookstore called Shakepeare's on the bottom floor and the top floors were 1-per-floor studio spaces for artists to live/work in, & I wish that was the case today, not footlocker and high rent.

MOVING ON, we've got this pair of cuties. Don't they look like the best of friends holding hands ready to face the world side by side? These guys are 734 (left) and 732 (right) Broadway.

734: Built in 1872 by Architects David & John Jardine in Cast-Iron Neo-Grec style. Until ~2015, the facade had become a rusted brown/black mess until they cleaned and repainted it.

732: Built in 1854 by unknown.

This little building has a complicated past but ill try and summarize the small dig I just did on it. Originally it was a 3.5 peaked-roof building as a set of 3 houses for wealthy sisters (daughters of John Mason) from 732-736 designed by an undocumented architect. It underwent large renovations twice in its life, and one small renovation adding the Treffurth's sign on the roof cornice. The first renovation happened in 1885 by Henry Janeway Hardenbergh (god write a romance novel already would you) and allowed the introduction of E. A. Mac's bookstore to take the place of the earlier saloon on the bottom floor. It was then renovated in 1900 by Bruno W. Berger to the Cast-Iron more or less Renaissance Revival facade we see today.

-

Im going to keep these next ones brief because I'm beginning to lose steam :)

1 Astor Place

Built in 1883 by Architects Starkweather & Gibbs (they also designed the Potter Building). Brick & Terracotta above Cast-Iron ground floor facade.

Originally it was used as a hotel and boarding house with ground floor stores. The harsh vertical motifs on the exterior caught my eye, and I was drawn in even more by the harmony of the design elements and color choices.

10 Astor Place aka 444 Lafayette St

Built in 1876 by Architect Griffith Thomas to the same owner as the above building, Orlando B. Potter, who seemed to have impeccable taste in architecture.

I love the ornate implementation of the painted white Cast-Iron in the arches and pillar ornaments on this one. As well as the eye-popping contrast of the white paint on dark red brick, kind of a juxtaposed take on themes seen in the building above with the way the red and black elements seem to blend in together in harmony.

21 Astor Place aka Clinton Hall

Built in 1891 by George E. Harney.

Originally a Library for the New York Mercantile Library. I love the classic industrial look its such a strong look while they still tried to give elements of the facade some artistic nuance like in the arched windows and dark banding.

Only Caught the side of this Collonade building but doing more research on it, it's owned by the Blue Man Group????

Built 1831 by Seth Greer and historically home to family member's of the Astor & Vanderbilt families, it is the oldest building I took note of today.

And of course, how could I not be drawn into the Cooper Union Foundation building's charm. It stands seemingly so alone in the heart of Manhattan, close to a modern miracle.

Built in 1859 by Frederick A. Peterson in the (what I'm finding now to be called) Rundbogenstil German neo-Romanesque style.

I didn't realize it at the time but this picture also seems to be the back of the building. Still just such ornate and well-balanced design!

HONORABLE MENTIONS: This house on top of this building and the cute lil mansard moment next to it, which I searched and searched for but I cant seem to remember where it is.

Edit: I found it, there were street signs in the picture whoops. The one with the cottage is 203 E 13th Street also known as Pear Tree Place. And the little guy with the mansard roof is 109 3rd ave, both of them resting above Kiehls 3rd ave.

DISHONORABLE MENTIONS: This NYU Alumni building. Who designed you, they should be ashamed. What is going on with your offset, unbalanced terraces in the back? Awful. What was the point of all of these different colored brick patches?? Uncomfortable, awful. It looks like a neutral-toned Duplo set.

Built in 1986 and I cant even find the architect so you know they weren't very proud of it.

[mage-and-gull]

"Si......las.....sila...SILAS!"

The raven haired boy startled, standing straight and looking around for the source of the yelling. A hand waved in front of his face, and he flinched.

"Helloooooo? Hyrule to Lassie, where's your brain gone?" Silas turned to Wesley with an annoyed look.

"You're not letting that one go, huh?"

"Nnnnope!" The redhead laughed, eyes alight with mischief. Wesley pointed across the street towards the seamstress' shop. "Don't think I didn't see you, loverboy. You were making heart eyes and the lovely lady Lillian again." The words were said dramatically, and he threw a hand over his forehead and pretended to swoon.

"Shut up, idiot!" Silas hissed, shaking Wesley by his shoulders and casting a look further into the shop where his father was currently chatting with Wesley's father.

"Oh please, they're talking about the town gossip. They won't pay us any attention unless we spontaneously combust." Wesley rolled his eyes. "Even then, they'd probably just warn us not to set anything else on fire."

The two boys laughed at that, knowing their father's enjoyed this time they had to talk, evidenced by the fact Silas and Link had already been in the store for half an hour longer than necessary.

"Anyway, back to the matter at hand. A certain fine flower across the way?" Wesley teased, wiggling his eyebrows playfully. Silas shrugged and looked away, blushing slightly.

"It's nothing." He said, mood souring. "It's not like anything would come of it anyway."

Wesley was a jokester, that was for sure, but he was smarter than he let on. Silas was at his limit. He could see that, so a new plan for fun appeared in his mind. "Well, I just think that- OH MY HYLIA IS THAT MR. FELDING??"

Silas's head swung around, alert and looking for the mean old man, not noticing when Wesley opened the backdoor he had been standing near and releasing the beast.

Bree, a small, fluffy, horrifying little dog, tore out of the backroom, barking and snarling at patrons before running out of the store.

"BREE, NO!" Silas yelled, running out of the store after the small menace, trying to stop the little terror from biting any knights like last time. Wesley yelled a quick apology to his father and Mr. Link before chasing after his dog and best friend, laughing the whole way down the street.

The conversation about Silas's lady love was soon forgotten by the two, and they spent the rest of the day hunting the murderous cotton ball through the town. All according to Wesley's 'plan'.

[thepansexualdemonchef]

The smell of comfort

Roman Klymenko x Angelique “Angel” Smith

Tis fluff and sweetness, bc I'm terrible at writing angst. Enjoy!! Also these aren't my oc's except for Aponni and Nicolas, they belong to the lovely

@a-literal-no-name

"Food from the Heart?"

Angel nods her head, "Trust me the food in here, immaculate. Plus she needs more people to come here."

"Who is she?"

"The owner, Aponni!"

He gives her a look. She rolls her eyes and drags him in. The first thing you're hit with is the smell of fresh bread and sugar. A boy no older than 10 looks up from behind the counter.

"I'll be right there," he slides a pan into a display case and speed walks to the register, "Hi, welcome to Food from the Heart! What can I get started for you-Oh hi aunty!"

"Aunty?"

"Hi nick, do you have the-"

"Choco muffins? I think my mom is pulling them out. In the meantime, do you want to get your usual and your boyfriend's order?"

"Boy-"

"We-we're just friends!"

Nicolás gives Angel a look, "And I'm the president of the United States, I'm going to go check up on my mom."

"Nick, who are you talking to?"

"Tia Ángel, mamá!"

A woman who looked to be in her 30s holding a tray of chocolate muffins and smiled.

"Angel! It's nice to see you! Is this the Friend I've been hearing so much about," The woman said, "I'm Aponni by the way and this is my son Nicolás."

Roman realizes just how intimidating the woman across the counter looks and yet has a warm look to her. Angel's voice cuts through his thoughts.

"Can I get my vanilla latte and choco muffin?"

Aponni nods, "And for him?"

"Oh, black coffee for me."

Angel runs off to her table, Aponni chuckles. "I wonder where she stores all that energy."

Roman nods, gazing at Angel. The sunlight starting to peak through the diner windows creates a sort of halo around her as she waits for Roman.

He looks back to Aponni as he sees the kid grab two cups, one for a latte and his coffee. "How much-"

"It's on the house," Aponni said," Please, just you being her friend is enough payment for me."

Roman looks at the woman dumbfounded and notices a medical patch over her left eye.

Aponni grins, "You're staring."

"Oh I'm-"

She laughs it off, "It's nothing, my eye always gets stares!"

"Does it bother you?"

She shook her head, gazing at her son. Love and adoration threating to spill out of her eyes.

"It was hard the first few years when I lost it, being a single mother with my own to count on for help."

"He left?"

She shook her head, "I lost both him and my eye when we were coming back from a date. A drunk driver crashed into us. And for a while, I was a shell of who I was."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Cause you seem like the type who understands loss the most. And if you're important to Angel, you're important to me as well."

Roman feels confused at her kindness? If you could call it that, trusting some stranger because they're "important" to a dear friend.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Grief never goes away, it gets manageable. But some days it just decides to attack you. The eyes are the windows to the soul after all."

Nicolás smiles at his mom talking to the man across the counter. He doesn't understand much about love, but when he hears his Tia talk about her "friend". It makes him understand it a little bit more. Like when he asks his mom to tell him stories about his Papá.

"Mom can you get more bags from the storage room?"

"Sure, are the coffee's done?"

He nods and she goes into the backroom. He brings the two cups to the counter. He looks up at the man. "What's your name Mister?"

"Roman."

He nods, "It's nice to meet you Mr. Roman!"

He snorts, "Just Roman is fine."

Nicolás beams up at the man, "Okay!"

Roman looks down at the kid, who's smile beams as bright as the sun.

"You know, Aunty talks about you and how you're her world. Mamá says I have a gift of reading people, because when you stare at Aunty. You see her the same way."

"You're very observant."

"I know. But you won't tell her that you feel the same. Will you," he asks, looking at his Tia.

"She will leave eventually."

"But what if she doesn't? Then what?"

Roman looks at the kid then back at Angel. What if she doesn't leave?

Giggles break the silence.

"You look so lost!"

"You're a little too observant."

"That's what Mamá says too!"

"Nicolás I have the bags!"

He runs up to his mom, "Thanks Mamá!"

He takes a bag and puts two choco muffins in without both adults noticing. And places it on the counter.

Angel goes to the counter and takes her latte.

"Have a good day, you two!"

"Don't forget to stop by again!"

Roman and Angel both leave the diner.

"So what did you think?"

"It's nice."

He opens the bag to see two muffins. A small small smile appears on his face. Observant kid.

A/n: Dang was this long. I was stuck on how to write all of them and not make them not too ooc. Thank you Nona for permission to write about them and I hope you enjoy reading this!!

[ask-chef-teruteru]

Les go

Plushie part 2!!! Electric bugaloo!!!

(Side note sorry if this is too many plushies and too much plushie l o r e)((also also sorry if this is really long and annoying))

This is yunobo!

He used to be a dog toy but i deemed him too cute to be a dog toy so i stole him <3

He's also used to be boyfriends with this other plush but i felt bad for liking yunobo more then the other plush so i broke them up lol

He was named after my irl bird yunobo

This lil dude

Unfortunately he was REALLY skittish and i wasn't prepared to take care of him, i barely did any research and it didn't help that my mom was scaring him more by tyring to make him be around people

He just wasn't a people bird so i had to give him to a bird sanctuary, i hope hes happy there :>

This is coment (star) and coral (crab) i got them at edisto and i plan on taking them again when i go back this year (maybe, idk its not set in stone)

They're siblings but its more like coral adopted coment as her brother, also coment thinks he's from the stars but he's really just a star fish and coral doesn't have the heart to tell him otherwise

This is sticks (hedgehog) and twig (sloth) my gran gave me sticks from her trip and she gave twig to one of my little brothers but they're not very good at taking care of they're plushys... and we have dogs who like to chew up plushies.... and i found him on the floor... so he's mine now :)

Also they're boyfriend and partner (sticks goes by any pronouns but twig is a boy)

Also sticks like to find metel in the woods with coment so that they can make a space ship so that coment can "go back home"

This is tutu! I found this one dirty cat ballerina at the thrift store so i bought it, cleaned it, tore its face off and turn it into tutu!! Also he's not hostile :)

He's like kitty (that one backrooms guy) he just likes cute stuff, he means no harm <3

Also I'm suprised nothing has fallen off him? I'm not the best at sewing but i am still kinda proud of him

This is blondy! My mom made her for me when i was really little, she made everything from the pants to the shirt to well... the rest of her lol

My mom also made another doll that looked more like me and her name was dolly, unfortunately i don't know where dolly is but shes like blondy but with brown hair and green eyes

This is... i don't know yet i haven't thought of a name! I got this plushy today actually at the thrift store

I remember being a lil teensy bit jealous of my sister cause she had a star projector when i was little and now i can be like: who's the cool one NOW B]

And finally, heres amari

Shes not a plushy, but she is kinda dumb and lays around a lot so i guess shes plushy like

Shes got a nub tail, a mustache, thumbs and also looks like a football

Shes also a stinky little freak :]

Well thats... a good chunk of my plushies

I hope you liked them all :))))

“Aww, they’re all so cute! I think it’s real neat that they all got their own stories n’ lore! It’s clear that ya love n’ take good care o’ all your lil’ guys. I appreciate you sharin’ ‘em with me! It always warms my heart seein’ the things my lovely lovely patrons feel so strongly about!

They’re all precious! I think it’s sweet that Yunobo used to be a dog toy that wound up with a much more cherished existence. Givin’ Tutu a new face must’ve been no small undertakin’, and I think y’all did good! Your mama makin’ Dolly for y’all is real nice too— stuff that’s handmade with love like that is always so meanin’ful.

Amari might not be a plush, but she’s cute n’ I’m happy to have gotten to see her too!

It’s kind o’ y’all to share so much with me— I don’t think it’s annoyin’ in the slightest, so don’t worry your pretty lil’ head about that none, okay? I appreciate you n’ I hope y’all have a wonderful day— and I hope all your lil’ friends do too!”

[ciarashoggoth]

A Report! From Inside The Walls of Mallmart

"What were you doing with the box? What were you doing with the box?!" Aunt Dina Shoggoth had me by the shoulders, shaking me as I stood there in a daze. Axton was still in the broom closet, writhing on the ground as if his very existence hurt him. My father was try to hold him in place as he desperately clawed at his arms, trying to get away and soon he was swarmed by a group of adults- all that should've known better than to try and restrain him. As Jenna tried to explain through tears why we had done what we had, I kept my eyes trained ahead at the box that now sat on the floor, the lid haphazardly settled on top. We opened the box, because we were young stupid. 

Because we were foolishly brave and thought we were infallible.

Because this is the story of a Mallmart Associate.

"You don't have to be a believer, all you have to do is acknowledge that this could be the evidence that proves the existence of aliens in Okaloosa County!" When I walked in through the sliding doors, I could immediately tell that something was very different. There were a group of people, some holding signs, some dressed in sad alien costumes but all of them seemed to be saying the same thing, and seemed to be harassing the customers with their odd beliefs. Now, I think this would be a good time to mention that some of the residents of Niceville can be a bit… odd with their beliefs and whatnot. I try not to judge, I really do. But this little community has always eluded me. It seemed the Gulf Breeze Alien Conspiracy Congregation had parked camp in our store, of all the places they could've picked. Probably driven indoors by the rain, but that was null point- this was magical to me. They actually believed that aliens had visited our little town in the middle of nowhere and that, somehow, there was a government coverup, hiding all traces of evidence from them specifically! 

I held back a laugh as I walked past the commotion to the backrooms. And just in time too, the Mallmart security officer was beginning the delicate process of kicking them out of our store. I walk through the puddles of the now flooded backrooms. "Taylorrr, did you see the clown show that's at the front of our store?" I drawled out the words, and she squirmed a little. "Uhuh… They're uh… very persistent. Honestly with everything I've seen since moving here I'm willing to hear them out but," the room dropped at least a few degrees when she stared  at me. "We need to talk about how almost all the strange stuff around this store seems centered around you. Why did you make that deal with Thomas Dunwich?" Taylor had this way of making you feel small when she was mad at you. I had a feeling she knew exactly why. She was just waiting for me to say it. "Taylor, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for things to get so out of hand. I didn't think anything would actually happen-"  Her eyes were steely like a knife, and I mumbled something about needing to get back to work. "Oh no you don't! Ciara, you can't just run from this!" But I could. In fact, I've been running all my life.

Afraid of Taylor's wrath, I ended up walking the sales floor that lunch break, actively trying to avoid her. I was scared hearing that this would be the tipping point, that she'd be leaving me in the wreckage of Niceville for good but what's more, was that I was ashamed of my past self's actions. "H-Hello miss? Do you work here? Do you know where my friends got escorted to?" 

'Oh this day just gets better and better…' 

"Hello there!" I whip around, smile pinched painfully tight. "Unfortunately I am unsure where your friends went, is there any way I may help you sir?" 

"Oh, well… It's just that they were walked out of the store by the security guy and…" That's when it clicked; This guy was part of that alien conspiracy group. "I'm sorry, all I know is that they were escorted off the premises of our store, if there is anything else you need I will be happy to help."

"N-no, that's quite alright, miss. You're off the clock, aren't you?" He points to the vest balled up in my hands. I nod cautiously, inching forward. "Would you like to see a picture of a UFO I saw?" He seemed so giddy as he pulled out his phone, before showing me a grainy picture of… a star. A bright star, that's for sure, but still a star. His eyes twinkle with joy as he shows me. "Isn't it amazing? When I saw them up there in the sky… it changed my life! It's been five days since I took this photo, and no matter how much I try to explain to people that aliens are out there and they are real, nobody seems to believe me….Or care… Did you know that back in the 1980s, there was a man that was almost abducted by aliens..?" As he continued on, I leaned slightly against a shelf, listening intently. "I heard something about there being broken glass and messages in the fitting rooms on that intercom thingy… is that normal here?" He asked, seeming alarmed. "More or less. Why? Is something wrong?" 

"I'm a little scared of this town. We went to the Ruby Tuesdays down the road before this, and each person we talked to… they all asked if we just moved to Niceville. Same exact way, like even the way they talked sounded the same." 

"Have you just moved to Niceville?" I giggled, and his eyes flicked up to meet mine anxiously before laughing too. "You turkey! That doesn't work when I just told you what happened!" He laughed. "What? I figured I'd give it a shot. Is that really all that has you scared? I'm honestly a little surprised- that's reasonably tame compared to everything else that has gone on in this town." The laughing dies out as though I stomped out the flame with my words. There's an uncomfortable truth in the words that neither of us want to dive into. "I never got to ask, what's your name?"

"I'm Phil!.... Owens… I mean, Phil Owens." There was something warm and comforting in the way he stumbled over his words.

And as much as I didn't believe in aliens, I couldn't help but sympathize with poor Phil's plight and think that, maybe if people could look past his strange claims, maybe they could see the kind gentleman underneath it all.

"It's been a pleasure to meet you, Phil." And with that, I turn back to face work, and possibly Taylor and her questions. As I take a few strides towards the doors to the backrooms, his voice brings me to a halt. "Ciara, wait!...Can you tell me what aisle the grits are on?"

[destineeallison]

Dream from 1/6/2024

I do not recall the events prior to this moment in my dream, but I know the location and setting very well as it's a recurring dream location for me.

It's partially a mall and partially an adventure park. There are rides in the mall, some water rides, and 2 roller coasters. One of the roller coasters shoots you past the harkins theater sign outside and feels like you're going a million miles an hour.  The water rides have an eeriness to them. They give you the same uneasy vibe the small world ride gives you at Disneyland, or the backroom videos on youtube.

Outside, on one half of the mall there is a vast parking lot. When you walk out of the other side it's a dirt road with fields on either side. On the left hand side is a fenced in field with bright football lights and farming equipment. On the right is just  grass and more dirt. The dirt road is long and at the end of it is another dirt road, you can either go left or right, but other than this road snd the mall when it gets dark outside you can't see anything except the mountains for miles.

I'm telling my sister about this guy I used to love on our way through the parking lot of this mall. It feels like the first time I've been back home in a long time and I am so excited to see everyone.

We walk into a few different stores but dont buy anything. At one point I send a text to this guy saying how much I missed him and wanted to hang out and see him.

Time is flying by, and in a matter of a few dreamy moments, we'd magically been at the mall for hours.  So, my sister and I decided we'd better finish walking the mall. We are singing something loudly as we walk out of a department store.

This man with 2 friends says hello to her and tells her she's beautiful. I take a quick glance and notice we've somehow become a line of 5 people walking through the mall, myself on the right of my sister, and everyone else on my left. She seemed okay talking to this man while we walked, so I just stayed looking at the ground playing a game with myself trying to get 2 steps in per large tile, 1 step per small. Step on a crack break your mother back is one of those ryhmes that i'll remember till I die.

I get bumped by someone on my right. I look up to my right, and there he is, the guy I was telling my sister about and had sent a text to. He'd been one of the other two people with this man my sister was talking to, I just didn't notice him at first. We stopped walking.

He gives me a giant hug as I tell him I'd just text him, how excited I was to see him, and that I'd really wanted to hang out with him while I was in town. His arms were still around me, and he replied, "I really want to hang out with you too!" He lets go so the 5 of us keep walking and talking.

We get to the food court area in the middle of the mall where people eat and children play. There are still mass amounts of people, but everything is starting to close, so they're all heading back towards the parking lot.

I notice this group of people coming toward us. As they're walking towards us, I notice the gates to the food court stalls all come down at once, and suddenly, I am face to face with this blonde girl. She asks me if we want to go out to the fields with them since the mall will be completely closed soon. 

I am unsure if I want to go, but my sister and the guy convince me we should.

Something feels wrong, but we make our way to the other end of the mall. It's very dark outside as we head toward the field. In my peripheral vision i see the light in the field is shining down on the farming equipment, but just as I glance over, the lights in the fields go out, and now there is almost complete darkness, with the only light coming from the moon.

I realize then that I am alone. My sister, the blonde, the guys we were with... everyone is gone. I walk towards the fields but grow scared as I don't see or hear anyone. I start running down the dirt road instead and make it to the end. My choice is to go left or right. The left is more darkness, the right is several more dirt roads.

I hear a faint scream from behind me in the fields and wake up.

I never told him I loved him.

[yandere-daydreams]

has anyone done yandere florist before??? leaves pretty arrangements on ur doorstep with sweet letters explaining the meaning of each flower <3 and they HAPPEN to have access to some poisonous plants for your so called boyfriend and friends ... and one that can help you sleep a little better at night while they slip in to cuddle

tw - implied drug use, implied stalking/kidnapping, obsessive behavior, and nonconsensual touching.

i mean, can you really call them a yandere if they're this sweet to everyone? it's part of the reason why their little shop is so popular - they're just so personable, so good at remembering names and faces and preferences, and if it seems like you're having a bad day, they'll probably add a little something onto your order, a chain of daisies they braided while they were standing behind the counter or a few extra roses added onto your already-bursting bouquet. they're always so friendly. they like all their customers. you, for whatever reason, just happen to be their favorite.

proximity probably makes a big difference. you work in the small café just across the street from their store, and most of your lunch breaks are spent wandering around the lush nursery crowded onto their patio, just as most of theirs are spent on the far side of your counter, choking down something with caramel and chocolate chips as they make small talk with you and the other baristas. they give you the stock they can't use, and you try to accept as much of it as you can, filling your already-cramped apartment with wilted sunflowers and succulents that will never blossom, if only because they seem to hate throwing their flowers away when they don't absolutely have to. they include notes sometimes, too, well-wishes and little compliments, and you try to return the favor, drawing hearts on their take-out cups and stopping by their shop at the end of your shift, but they're just so nice, so bright. all you can really do is be thankful you're so close to them.

and, when your health takes a hit, when your energy starts to run low and your strength begins to waver they're right there. along with their overstock, they give you care packages, little bundles filled with dried rosemary and incense sticks and herbal remedies. they let you rest in their backroom during your breaks and check on you during theirs, and later on, when you're too sick to get out of bed, let alone work, they stop by your apartment, make sure you're still eating and drinking, smile and kiss your forehead while you struggle to keep your eyes open for more than a few seconds. they promise that this is temporary, that you won't have to suffer for very long, that you'll feel better soon. they say that they want to take you somewhere else, somewhere more homey than your tiny apartment full of dying plants. you won't have to work, or overwhelm yourself, or be anything besides their pretty little flower. they're so gentle, so careful, and you're so grateful for them, for everything they've done for you. you're so lucky to have someone like them.

it's the least you could do, in your opinion, to lay back and let them take care of you.

[starlightandfairies]

Ahoy! ~Steve Harrington~

Description: Steve comforts the reader after the reader is ditched by friends at the mall.

Warnings: Swearing, she/her pronouns, fluff, angst

Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of view, F/F = Favourite flavour

Word Count: 1,244

I giggled with a group of my friends as we entered Scoops Ahoy! Ice cream honestly was the best but I always hated asking for the flavour I wanted, no matter what it was, they all stared at me oddly. As I went to order ice creams for all of us, a frown formed on my lips seeing that they all had ditched me to hang out with some other guys and girls. With a huff, I turned back to the counter and jumped seeing Robin standing there. 

"You don't need them anyway, your usual?" I nodded, giving a sad smile and paid for the sugary treat. I sat in a secluded booth, stuffing my face with scoops of my F/F and wallowing in my own self-pity. I looked at Steve as he sat across from me, placing another bowl of my F/F ice cream in front of me and the boy just stared at me. 

"Are you okay, Y/N?" He asked, taking off his hat and placing it on the table. I nodded, sighing knowing Robin would've spilt the beans and did this in her attempts to comfort me. 

"Yeah, I'm fine." I lied, I really wasn't it hurt that they ditched me for others and didn't even have the decency to tell me that they were leaving. Steve placed his hat on my head, then took my hands into his and gave a small smile. 

"You don't need to lie." He whispered, I chuckled dryly, appreciating his consideration and concern. 

"I don't know, it's just... I just wished they'd tell me if they're ditching, I mean... it's a nice thing to do but they can't do that for me and it's frustrating. I don't have a job, nowhere will hire me and I just want to give up on trying, you know?" 

"You're too good for them, come and join me and my merry band of misfits. You'll love it, then you can work here with me and Robin. It's great, you'll love it and you're already rocking the sailor hat. I'll hire you! I don't care what they say, you're perfect for the job and for working here." Steve took my hand, dragging me up and to the backroom of the store. He stared at me for a moment, before handing me a uniform and pointing to the bathroom. I walked in, quickly changed and blushed slightly as Steve did his best to boost my confidence, by clapping and cheering loudly. The boy hugged me, telling me I didn't need to worry about anything and that he had everything under control.

Steve always did his best to make sure that everything worked in my favour and that I was happy with how everything was and I wasn't he'd find a way to make it better. That certainly didn't help with my feelings for him, Robin knew, telling me that I should just confess and that Steve liked me back but that little nagging voice told me that it was her just trying to be nice and reassure me of what was going on. Steve swapped our hats over, fixing the one on my head and laughed slightly as I stood on the chair to fix up his hat for him. He was taller than me and so this was the easiest way. 

"I hate that this hides my best feature." 

"You're an idiot if you think that your hair is your best feature," I mumbled, knowing he heard it and I continued to speak to him about his best features. 

"Your eyes play a big part in showing how you feel, it's a great thing because it shows girls that you're empathetic and we like that, then you have a nice smile and it honestly can make everyone feel better if they see it. When you smile, your eyes light up and it just gleams with happiness and energy. You're like a golden retriever puppy, so full of energy and happiness. Then your personality, it's perfect, you have a personality that girls would adore. You know, proper girls who actually want something aren't all about the looks, personality is usually what they'd prefer and you have a really attractive personality." Steve stared at me in shock for a few moments, he helped me down and I gave him a soft smile, I tucked the chair back in. Glancing at the boy as Steve started talking about what she was just talking about. 

"What, so you don't like the hair?" He asked jokingly, I shrugged, giving him a small smile and looked away for a moment before I looked back at him. 

"It's not the first thing I notice, I always acknowledge your personality first, I'm a personality-over-looks kind of girl. I think you need to give yourself more credit, the perfect girl won't be obsessed with your looks. You shouldn't be worried about your hair not showing off like a peacock, Steve you're great and you're perfect. Please, know that you don't need to flirt with those girls and you don't need to try and show off in the way that you are with them." 

"Thanks, Y/N, that means a lot." He kissed my forehead, staring at me in shock once he realised what he did, I stared at him flustered and giggled quietly as Steve didn't know how to react. 

"I'm sorry-" 

"It's fine, Steve, I don't mind," I reassured, doing a little twirl for Robin as she entered the room and giggled as she clapped for me. I actually liked the uniforms, they were cute and made me feel more confident in a weird way. Sure they were a little dorky, but they were perfect and made me all giddy, which makes no sense.

I went to walk out, just to go back to my probably half-melted ice cream but Steve shouted a couple of words. 

"Y/N! Could I take you out on a date?" He blurted out, I smiled happily, turning around to face him and blushed brightly. Steve chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck as he stared at me. 

"Sure, that would be nice, thank you." I smiled softly, humming to myself quietly, a nervous habit of mine and it disappeared quickly as Steve started rambling about where he wanted to take me out and what I was comfortable with doing. We both agreed, on dinner and the movies. Which worked for both of us as we both had something that we wanted to do, Robin shot me a wink as Steve had his back turned, and I gaped at her knowing she knew something more or had something to do with this. I quickly spoke with the clumsy girl, needing to know what she knew. 

"Steve hasn't been flirting with any of the girls that have come in, he always makes sure that he serves you and pretty much begs me to let him get you what you want." It flattered me to hear this, I smiled softly as Steve did his work, serving the kids and ignoring the girls that flirted with him and only gave them repetitive retail worker care.