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nerdyenby · 1 year ago

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Pink time :D I’m watching Olive

I love Olive so much you guys, I was genuinely not gonna watch if they weren’t in

The fit!!!!!! They’re so pretty what

“I studied!!! I studied like it was the SAT”

I’m sure they’ve already said but… concussion??? You ok, queen?

Me 🤝 Olive: shaky, anxious, nonbinary kings

I was ready to smile and nod at the purple outfit but it’s *pink* floyd lmao

Olive was a viewer 😭😭😭 not new information but the mental image of them watching MCC on their college roommate’s tv is so <3333

Ayo half•alive is my favorite band

“I’ve had kenough of you” omg I love this team

Apo’s a poet fr, was this pre-written

HI APO’S MOM

“For my mother, and Ken!!!!!”

“Can we have a team pronoun check?” “Frick yeah we can!!” “Call me whatever the fuck you want” APO 😭

I have never watched Apo before but if they don’t stop being the most captivating person in existence I’m gonna have myself a new hyperfix

“Are your sheets crunchy??!?!!” Olive my beloved, why would you say it like that

The nepotism team my beloved <333

Olive spreading the good word of goodtimewithscar’s toe wiggling tip

Apo threatening to kill a man for pressing the noxcrew button is so based tbh

Why the buildmart hate?????

Sands of Time

Sot first 😭😭😭

The rising guys saying hi to H and Jojo <333

Graecie first trying the word puzzle like the girlboss they are!!

It feels like there’s hardly any sand!!!

Olive’s doing a really good job, especially as a concussed first time sandkeeper

Olive thinking the tomatoes were strawberries 😂

SECOND!!!!!

“The nerves are quenched” Apo???? They’re not wrong tbh

I mean, I was thinking it but I wasn’t gonna say it lol

Grid Runners

Preassigned pairings??? They’re so fancy!!!!

The team synergy is unmatched <3

“We are kenough” so true!!!

Meltdown

They’re so good at thinking critically but not getting down on themselves

Middle of the pack!!

We love some pkt positivity

“I blame game mechanics. Like every good pvp sweat, it’s not me, it’s the game” Apo my favorite pvp sweat

Ace Race

“Um, godspeed, don’t fall” my streamer!!!!

We are still swimming, so true!!!!!

Olive my shaky king <3333

Everyone did so well!!!!

Zero stress on this team, I love them so much

Flirting????? In my MCC??????? That’s how you know it’s mc championships tbh

Nonsense sounds my beloved

“Pyro messaged me saying ‘has erotic roleplay ever been done in the decision dome?’ and I just replied ‘Scott runs the event’” THATS WHAT IM SAYING

Olive stop stealing my joke /j

We getting achillean and sapphic flirting this mccr

“I’m trying to roleplay right now!!” the audible >:( is killing me

No one ships streamers more than the streamers themselves lmao

Survival Games

I can’t believe they were too busy being gay to go to the bathroom smh

Literally no one wanted to play sg 😂😂😂

“Let’s hold hands and run” “Can we skip a little bit, too?” Graecie is so based

“I have an iron helmet, would you like it Apo?” “That’s yours though” they’re so polite, all of them, how much these guys genuinely care about each other hits me at the most random moments

They’re killing it!!!! Literally!!!

THEYRE CRAZY WITH IT!!!!!!

YOOOOOOOOOOOO

ACHO AND APO POPPED OFF!!!!!!!!!

“Apparently someone really cool is on the top” Acho!!!!!!!

Rocket Spleef

Rsr late game!!!!! I don’t know how that is for this team but I’m glad it’s in the latter half just for my own enjoyment

Apo!!!! They popped off!!!!!!

Oh no Acho!!! Stars having a rough time D:

Like Icarus!!!!!

“Caw caw bitch!!!” Those are my parrots!!!!!!

“You did so good compared to some other people in this vc” Olive, no self-deprecation in my mcc

Apo beat the point record??????? King shit!!!!!

Buildmart

BM RAHHHHHHHHHHHH /pos

Manager Graecie :))

#mccr2 #mcc rising 2 #mc championship #olivesleepy #graecie #apokuna #acho #nerdy’s mcc reactions #cw caps #cw swearing

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eclairia-monarch · 2 years ago

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Protector [4] | 聖臣 Sakusa X f!reader

I am so not shameless in simping for haikyuu boys but still, leave me alone and do not judge my single ass�� ㅠ_ㅠ

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summary: Sakusa only wanted to focus on volleyball and had no time for romance, but what would he do if you, his long term crush that he himself didn’t realize, was in grave danger?

warning:

disclaimer: all but the story plot belong to their rightful artist/author.

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Atsumu and Hinata shared looks again and again as they kept whispering to themselves about how Sakusa really allowed you to take the front sit whilst Bokuto went into his dejected mode. Seeing this, Atsumu quickly texted the group, and nudged Bokuto.

It was a fun afternoon with the team, and you got to know everyone through brief introduction. Contrary to Hinata’s initial belief, you actually got along with Adriah and Oliver the most amongst the older men, with you speaking fluent English.

Once lunch was over, the team had to head back to gym for their practice match with VC Kanagawa, where Atsumu introduced you to Riseki, his junior back in High School. You remembered him being the poor guy getting boo-ed and jeered at by his own cheering team, but you didn’t bring it up.

You also greet Chigaya, having a quick greeting with him as well.

“Broccoli…” You stared at his hair, causing the Shinzen alumni to step back in concern.

“What are you staring at…??”

“Hoh… Your hair,” you said innocently, “broccoli #2.” You reiterated your brother’s words, catching everyone off guard, and burst out into laughter. Even Sakusa had to look away to not let anyone see the tiny smile on his lips, but his shaking shoulders were quite obvious.

“You Kageyamas...!” Chigaya sobbed jokingly, and you chuckled. Soon, the team gathered for proper warm-ups and the match started.

Coach Foster asked for you to sit next to him, asking for you to keep track of his players’ performance, and so you did. Pulling out your laptop, you begin to type away at lightning speed at relevant details that you think the coach might appreciate.

The matches continued all the way until they played up to six matches, with MSBY winning 4 out of 6. The other team soon left after cleaning and warming up, whilst you waited by the bench. “Coach Foster, I’ve recorded down the scoring rally, and the top scorers for each match. Would you like me to have it sent over to you?”

“We have a printer in the back office, dear. Could you print it out for me?” Foster asked before looking over to Sakusa, requesting for the guy to show you the way.

“Why me, coach?” Sakusa asked as he folded the towel.

“Why not?” The older man smiled, but you said you just needed the direction. With a knowing smirk, Foster looked away from his player and told you how to get to his office. Once you got some sense of directions, you promised to get the printouts within minutes and jogged off.

“Is Sakusa too shy to get close to such a cute girl?” Meian joked, which Sakusa quickly denied. He saw no reason to follow you, especially when he was covered in sweat. He excused himself to refill his water once more, avoiding the crazy staring his team was giving him.

“Sakusa-san is still as difficult to figure out as before…” Chigaya commented, and Hinata perked up.

“Oh yeah, you two met back then, right? But wouldn’t you agree, him constantly staring at [y/n], kinda give off his secret?” The ginger laughed. Everyone in that gym was so sure of Sakusa’s crush, and it seemed he still hasn’t realized he was staring at you the entire time.

Sakusa was never one to look at anyone for more than a few seconds if they weren’t speaking or anything, and liked to keep to himself or stand away, but around you, he tends to linger.

As you were printing your notes, you received multiple notification from your personal email. Believing it was something important, you went to check it out, only to see it was sent from an odd looking email. The sender’s email provider was what got you worrying, though. It looked to be from a disposable email provider.

Subject: Hello <3 From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

(Attached 10 files)

You forwarded this email to your private email, and opened the attached files to see the person had sent you multiple images of your “Dakki” merch. Did this person figure out your identity? You bit your lips as you tried to think back if you might have been careless? Everyone should already know you’re Japanese, but not residing in Tokyo, but that was about it. The only people that knew your true identity were your family, the Haiba siblings, Asahi, Yachi, Hinata, Atsumu, Bokuto, Akaashi, Kozume, and Kuroo.

You knew none of them were dumb enough to leak your identity, but you also didn’t want to worry yourself over nothing. The dilemma was gnawing at you as you picked up the warm stack of papers.

Figuring it was the worst timing to think about it, you quickly made your way out of the office and came across Sakusa. “Hello Sakusa-san, were you refilling your bottle?”

“Yes. Are those the notes that you typed out? May I take a look?” Sakusa asked, eying at the stack of white in your hand. You blushed at the thought of Sakusa looking at your notes. What if he thought it was messy? Or it was too much?

Seeing how you showed signs of hesitancy, Sakusa retracted his question, apologizing for being straightforward about it.

“N-No! Erm, I was just worried you might not like how I took my notes but... Here you go,” you shyly held out your notes and Sakusa nodded, stating that he would never judge someone else’s note-taking since everyone has their own way.

Scanning through, he could say he was rather impressed at how well you recorded down everything with accuracy. He let out a small “heh” the moment he saw that he was the service ace for the day. Looked like he could rub this in Atsumu’s face again.

“You have great notes. Very neat, concise but detailed enough,” Sakusa complimented. You expected him to return the notes, however he held onto it, walking back to the gym.

“Sakusa-san?”

“You’re going to give them to Coach Foster, right? What difference does it make if I pass it to him?” Sakusa asked, opening the door.

“Right…” You murmured, keeping a loose lock of hair behind your ears and followed back. Your heart was beating slightly faster; was it because Sakusa praised you, or were you just happy that he didn’t find your notes too much? Or were you seriously letting the tiniest of admiration now festering into a crush?

No, it’s too soon since your last relationship, you shouldn’t get into one so soon!

“Oh, Sakusa, you went to check on y/n after all, huh?” Foster held an evil smirk, whilst Sakusa narrowed his eyes in a scowl, whilst the teams chuckled and pointed.

“I just wanted to look at what I was lacking before someone else touches the papers,” Sakusa explained, and took a sip out of his bottle.

“I hope it’s of help to you. Since I intruded in your practice, I figured the least I could do was make the best possible note! Oh, I listed VC Kanagawa’s players by names too, so it should be easier to identify!”

“You did a wonderful job! It’s a shame our manager position is not open, else I would have love for you to take on that role.”

“And I would have declined,” you laughed and began to pack up your stuff, “my hands are full, and I have an impromptu travelling tendency, so having a normal job is out of the question.”

“Impromptu travelling tendency?” Atsumu questioned.

“Aha, she attended Kingston University on a whim!” Hinata remembered, “she suddenly said she wanted to fly to England one day to Kageyama, and it took him, Tsukishima, Yachi, Yamaguchi, Sugawara-senpai and all of our juniors to convince her to rethink about her decision!”

“I- Hey! I wanted to study in Kingston, okay! I just didn’t...tell anyone back then...” You defended, albeit rather unconvincingly, with how your words trailed off. “...Fine! I’ll inform you guys earlier if I were to take off again, okay?”

“But why do you like travelling so much?” Bokuto asked with his head tilted.

“What’s not to like? You like to go overseas too, no?” You asked brightly as you remembered the last time you suddenly took off and landed in the middle of South America during your school term break.

“Yeah, I do, but you just up and go at times. Akaashi said you need to be put on a leash!”

“A leash? I never knew that Fukurodani setter of yours is so kinky with (y/n)~” Atsumu winked, but Sakusa clicked his tongue at the sudden turn of conversation. He was rather intrigued about your oddity for a second before the word ‘kinky’ was mentioned.

“Disgusting as always, Miya. Can’t you be mindful of your words around a lady, or do you lack the decency to?” Sakusa chided. Hinata and Bokuto both looked at each other, and another imaginary lightbulb went off.

“It’s fine, Sakusa-san, I’ve heard worse things,” you ascertained nonchalantly, but Sakusa still glowered at Atsumu. He was not sure as to why he reacted this way, but he didn’t like how he used that word with you in

“Still doesn’t make it any better,” Meian cut in, pulling Atsumu’s collar back as he smiled menacingly, knowing his player needed to stop saying stupid things at times before another unneeded problem arise.

Particularly Sakusa possibly murdering Atsumu.

Hinata and Bokuto insisted that you waited for them to get you home.

When night fell, you began your regular streaming and just as usual, your three VIPs, Bokuto, Atsumu and Hinata joined your stream. It was a very comfortable stream for the night; no games, just chatting. Maybe it was just to ease the nerve of what happened earlier in the day, but being able to just ramble about random topics helped with your rising anxiety.

About an hour into your stream, a certain follower’s username caught your attention. Even though you have been thanking every single new followers, gifters, cheer bits and subscribers, this particular one got you wondering for a while. It was a twitch username 'Sakuomi' and your mind drifted to Sakusa Kiyoomi.

"No... Can't be him, nah..."

“Holy- Thank you for the follow and the Tier 3 sub for three-months in advance, Sakuomi. Welcoming to the family!” You smiled, and let your Vtuber model waved.

Sakuomi: It is no problem. I appreciate your energy, and have been putting you as my background noise whilst cleaning.

“Well, I’m glad my streams keep you company while you do so,” you laughed softly.

Sakuomi: It's no big deal. My cousin highly recommended me to watch you, and I just gave it a try. I look forward to your chill stream from now on.

"That’s nice! Then I hope I won't disappoint you," you replied.

Sakuomi: You haven't. And I don't think you will.

A smile stretched across your face. For the first time in a month, you were finally smiling from the bottom of your heart.

"You have no idea how much those words mean to me. Well, enough with such sappy moments..." You then looked at the notes you have next to you, one which you prepared to help you go through the topics you wished to go through for today. You spoke about the schedule for the following weeks, updates on new video games that you had already planned on playing by the year end.

You also spoke about volleyball, just a tad bit. It wasn’t unusual, even though you were known to be a gamer streamer, since you and Kozume, an ex setter, were friends. You always managed to speak about how amazing a certain team were. You jumped around a lot, and try not to speak about the Japanese teams too much, since your brother would always text you and say “could you not compliment Sakusa and Hoshiumi so much? I exist too, you know?!?”

But you couldn’t help yourself whenever you watched Schweiden or MSBY on your spare time; Tobio had always been amazing so you never paid him any mind after junior high.

Just as you were about to close off your stream on the 3rd hour, you took a deep breath and became serious. You really wanted to get it off your chest, and you knew it was better to say it now than later.

"It has come to my attention that a few people were getting too overboard with intruding on my privacy. Just a small reminder to please be mindful of VTuber's private life. We hope you guys understand that we are VTubers for a lot of reason, with mine being privacy and safety as my prioty. I really hope I don’t have to keep reminding people of this. I understand wanting to get to know people you like, but at times you have to remember that it might get uncomfortable. It happened during the coop after the chasm archon quest, but I hope it doesn’t occur again.”

Your chat was spammed with support and love for you, scolding those that even tried to pry into your private life. You were glad that your community understood, and your moderators also pinned your message in your discord server as a “kind” reminder.

That was when you received a whisper from Sakuomi. You normally wouldn’t really want to read them but for some reason, your instinct told you to open them.

“I suggest you reach out to the police if you do feel like your life in in danger.”

You typed back a quick reply.

“Thank you very much Sakuomi. I will definitely reach out to the proper authorities.”

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“...Why did I even send her a private message.” Sakusa closed Dakki’s stream and sighed. He was lucky that Dakki was kind enough to even reply him.

He stared at the hoodie that was delivered to him with the words “Darken Sun” embroided on the cuff in black. It wasn’t very visible if you were just walking pass but Sakusa noticed it well. The material was of high quality, one which even shocked Sakusa when he first felt it. He honestly believed that it was going to be of a cheaper quality but instead, he actually pleasantly surprised at how well it suit his wardrobe.

Trust his cousin to know him a little bit, he guessed. But he still wondered why Komori was so insistent about him buying from this VTuber.

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ofmerrit · 4 years ago

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* ◜ kristine froseth , cis woman & she/her ◞ * according to school records , that’s merrit antonietta unn hornsby walking on campus grounds with their usual iced-americano from the ancient grounds cafe . they’re known for their long , dark blonde locks outshining their surprisingly tall figure and are often spotted at the versailles garden reading wild geese by mary oliver . almost everyone knows their family is worth like 1.2 billion dollars , so we suspect they’re a member of olympus , you know , the one for old money . do you know where they were the night that the scholarship student died ? they claim they were touring around the campus for inspiration , must be an architecture major thing , right . and hey , don’t you agree that the sophomore reminds you of muffled screams into silk pillows , the bellyache you get after doing something wrong & vacant smiles ? you better watch out h e s t i a before something dangerous happens to you and life ends at twenty-two . * ◜ barb , twenty-two , gmt +3 & she / her ◞ *

alright alright . it’s me , wrinkle free brain bar from gmt +3 !! so pumped to be here w you sexies mwah <3 here’s merrit’s pinterest board if you’re interested ( pls im a virgo n pinterest addict .. lemme make boards for our muses .. id d*e ! ) imma . bore u to de*th w this intro pls .. forgive me .. i only hav 2 brain cells , this is all over the place HDFJK rip </3 tw: kidnapping, death.

starting w the boring statistics : full name: merrit antonietta ‘antonia’ unn hornsby nicknames: mer, antonia, ant, tbc. code name: hestia ; the goddess of hearth , the family , the state & the domesticity. star sign: libra sun , virgo moon , scorpio rising. sexuality: bisexual. favourite literature piece: wild geese by mary oliver , an anthology . “meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting over and over announcing your place in the family of things.”

merrit is the only child of the young hornsby couple. she doesn’t remember much of her childhood, according to her grandma, she was the happiest kid. had everything she could ever ask for and more.

the reason why merrit can’t remember any of this is the beginning of a tragedy — a stormy december night, she and her parents went missing. grandma says they were gone for over five months. a kidnapping case gone cold, they thought. right when the old couple was giving up on them, an angel from above delivered antonia to their door step. malnourished, void of any memory but alive.

life after losing her parents was easier than expected, grandma hornsby ( nee du pont ) made sure merrit would recover from this without any trauma & in a way, she did.

doesn’t have the best relationship with her grandpa, he’s harsh and cranky and too smart for his own good, merrit is lowkey afraid of him lmfao

she’s currently studying architecture — her dream major was interior design but grandpa encouraged her to pursue architecture to follow her father’s footsteps. kinda made sense because she’s fascinated by houses .. in reality the insides, the families living there are the real source of interest for her but she’s happy to settle for outside for now gshdjkf

personality stuff !!!

uMM.... i’d say she’s lowkey a people pleaser sdhjkf like ?? making her grandparents proud is . literally the only thing she’s ever wanted in this world n now she feels the same responsibility for every single soul in her life . a torturous existence if you ask me

can’t say no <3 if she thinks its gonna make u feel a tiny bit better . boom . she’s in .

the friend you’d call to bury a body . no questions asked . she’s pickin up the shovel as you speak asdghfjk unless it’s between her grandparents n you, then *michael scott vc* how the turntables.... sdhjfk shes rattin u out instantly rip

LOVES to talk n listen . fills her heart with joy . a blabbermouth .

an overachiever . doesn’t sleep much, rocks the dark circles 7/24 lmfao works bc doesn’t like the idea of .. wasting life if that makes sense ??

loyal 2 a fault. mostly to olympus. wld do anything to stay in the secret society / establish her place .

extremely gentle n caring . sometimes ?? its just . too much sdjkf like. tone it down <3

likes poetry ,, especially mary oliver n louise glück ! her fav poem is the orange by wendy cope.

i imagine her wearing flowy, tulle dresses with floral embroidery or vintage pieces idk

has shit ton of plants but struggles to keep them alive rip

!!! im . terrible at explaining her fr i hate it here ok i hav a vision but ??? i cant explain it

safe 2 say shes having difficulty deciding who she’s supposed to be . a part of her wants to be the golden child for her grandparents n the other side .. jst wants to live her life y’know ???

UPDATE ! i’ve realised that by hiding her secret, i also unintentionally hid a big portion of her personality and she comes across as the typical, soft & gentle soul. don’t get me wrong, she is indeed gentle and soft but she’s also volatile and deceitful !

connection ideas !!!

childhood friends - except she doesn’t remember any of it. maybe your muse thinks she’s changed. maybe they don’t care. maybe they are no longer friends . idk

penpals - seriously ??? i imagine her as someone who writes letters jst bc they’re nostalgic n cute ??? cld be fun.

a home - i kno home’s not a person but a feeling but tell that to merrit lmao. this person’s probably the only one in the whole damn world she’d choose over her grandparents. platonic or romantic, doesn’t matter.

betrothed - super old school yikes. nt exactly betrothed either .. maybe her grandma thot it’d be better if these two were in a relationship . maybe they remained as friends . maybe they hated each other . maybe they kept the publicity stunt ( cue 2 merrit begging to keep faking the rel so her grandpa wld be happy )

exes - a classic. ts this is me trying vibes . on good or bad terms . lingering feelings ? yes please .

bad + good influence - again, classic sdhjfk

saw u at the garden but cldn’t say hi bc i’m a dumb binch - basically someone she has a minor, unrequited crush on. probably knows this person through her other friends but she’s too damn timid to take the first step

a friend from labyrinth . ok hear me out . this is a big deal for her bc she’s all in for her society n v opposed to the idea of a second one even existing . wouldn’t say shes openly mean or .. rude to labyrinth members but ?? jst . wants to protect her own , so this would be a v secret friendship .

a project - could say she has some sort of a savior complex . wants to ‘fix’ people up .. toxic much, mer? <3 anyway ashdjk maybe she thinks .. she can change your muse ? i truly dont know.

ok final one . its juicy . someone who’s suspicious of her . she has a secret n for the obv reason i didn’t talk abt it, your muse’s suspicious n it’s just . hashtag awkward

these r the only connection ideas i have rn my brain said get tht fire exit door im off im so sorry forgive moi bUT im a sucker for angst : ) so theres that

something inspired by my queen n savior phoebe bridgers or . folklore ?? yeah.

give me noora / william vibes . the ex friends . the dan / blair dynamic . i live for them ok sgdhfjkl

#hqcruel.intro #oke im bit late .. or early idk asdhfkls #no proof reading <3 if u spot stuff .#baby im nt even here . im a hallucination #sdghjfk .. so bad . le shité . i did this . for what ??#tw kidnapping #tw death #intro.

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birdsareblooming · 5 years ago

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I played Sonic Forces (in one sitting!) with my sister @whencartoonsruletheworld, and here are some highlights

“Is that a fucking bee?”

“Would you look at that! Sonic has fucking died!”

Me screaming about how pretty the game looks

Me complaining about it’s story aspects

We were stuck on a level and my sister started absent-mindedly singing “once upon a time in new york city” from Disney’s Oliver and company

“WAIT ARE WE GONNA HAVE TO FIGHT SHADOW?? NO HE’S SONIC’S HUSBAND.”

“Sonic vc: I can’t belive flirting if infinate didn’t work it worked last time and i got a boyfriend.”

“DID THEY NOT TELL TAILS THAT SONIC CAME BACK??? WHAT THE FU-”

“They weren’t ‘tourturing’ Sonic. They forgot he was there and left him there. Jokes on them he’s used to talking to himself.”

:during infinate’s battle: “Kill the het”

“Shadow vc: Why did Satan have to make me so beautiful.”

“Sonic vc: So there’s.....multiple Shadow’s huh...” “Shadow vc: Babe get your head out of the gutter.”

Me freaking out about Tails’s voice actress bc she IS a gift and very talented

We got stuck on the level where the sun’s coming down bc the wall climing physics were fucked and I got so mad I got fucking sweaty hands. My hands have never sweat before. They did then though.

“They fucking think Tails is dead, don’t they, holy shit.”

“Silver vc: my one husband is dead, my other one is missing, Eggman took over so i can’t get my FUCKING meds! GOD i need a fucking cat to pet.”

“Shadow vc: The only thing I hate more than fakes are fake husbands”

:us singing ‘Infinate’ at fucking top volume:

“I THINK THAT TANK JUST HAD A BABY”

“:Sonic vc: Quipping is how I cope shut the fuck up”

Sister: Where has Shadow been for six months??? Me: Idk he was trapped....in joanns Sister: (shadow vc) Hey babe, uh, what Isle are you in? Me: (Sonic vc) Sha-wait... are you still in Ikea? THE WORLD IS GOING TO END IN THREE DAYS Sister: (Shadow voice) yeah cool what isle are you in

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eatspages-a · 4 years ago

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graham vc: ok so me and my friend anahita who is kinda an ex-agent of flesh and this homeless teenager who needs more meals know about this monster and primordial fear stuff. i should explain this to my other friends.

graham: [Asks his boyfriend what he thinks of him and gets an actual answer and oliver leaves for a few days] [makes That kinda eye contact with anahita over discussions over monsters and such] [talks to mike about monsters and fear theories when the kid needs a damn shower]

graham: yeah this is working this is fine

#shitpost.#(help.)

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gokinjeespot · 6 years ago

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off the rack #1242

Monday, December 24, 2018

I was hit by a spasm of back pain on Saturday like the ghost of Christmas Past. That'll teach me for being such a Scrooge this time of year. I try not to be naughty but being nice is such a pain in the pants. I am slowly recovering under the gentle ministrations of Santa's Helper. Being around family and friends is better medicine than any pain pills I could take. My brother and sister-in-law hosted a brunch yesterday and seeing everyone together laughing and happy soothed me greatly. Just holding baby Oliver and making him smile eased my back pain.

I saw the Ottawa premiere of Aquaman thanks to my Jee-Riz partner Chris, who won passes from the comic book store Myths, Legends and Heroes. I can sum up how I felt about the movie in one word; wigs. I wish they had spent some of the Atlantis special effects budget on better wigs for the actors. Arthur's dad's toupee was glaringly obvious. I've seen better hair on Cosplayers than Nicole Kidman's wigs. It looked like Amber Heard/Mera was wearing a wig at times but even when it looked like her real hair the colour red they chose was too unnatural looking. The movie's saving grace for me was Jason Momoa. He makes a great Arthur/Aquaman. I'm glad I didn't pay to see this one.

Ugh. Stan Lee tribute covers. Terrible marketing idea.

Dead Man Logan #2 - Ed Brisson (writer) Mike Henderson (art) Nolan Woodard (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). A couple of things really annoyed me this issue. Sin, the Red Skull's daughter, acted like a spoiled brat. It's not a stretch to foresee the villains losing at the end of this 12-issue story. Then we have Forge repairing a machine that can get Old Man Logan back home. They actually go there and he doesn't stay. I'm for super heroics as much as the next nerd and maybe I'm selfish, but that irked me to no end. Old Man Logan has been whining about getting home ever since he showed up in this timeline and now he wants to stay to prevent all the super heroes from being killed by all the super villains. There isn't even a guarantee that is what happens in the future. And why don't they use the machine to fix things? Man I hate time travel. I really like Mike Henderson's art but this looks like another travelling super heroes versus super villains battle every issue, and that's not very interesting to me.

Defenders: The Best Defense #1 - Al Ewing (writer) Joe Bennett (pencils) Belardino Brabo (inks) Dono Sanchez Almara (colours) VC's Clayton Cowles (letters). It's the big Defenders reunion to save Earth. Old Man Dr. Strange, Hulk, Namor and the Silver Surfer have to sidetrack The Train in order for Earth to survive. It's a bit complicated and I'm surprised that you didn't really need to read all the one-shots to get what's going on. I mean all those scenes where the stabby killer in the bed sheet is killing aliens isn't even mentioned in this story. So what was up with that?

Marvel Knights #4 - Vita Ayala & Donny Cates (writers) Joshua Cassara (art) Matt Milla (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). Here's where they explain why all the super heroes have forgotten who they are. T'Challa/Black Panther is featured in this issue that ends with him discovering the lair of villains. I'm wondering how the bad guys retained their memories.

Old Man Hawkeye #12 - Ethan Sacks (writer) Francesco Mobili (art) Andres Mossa (colours) VC's Joe Caramagna (letters). That was a very satisfying ending. What a great prequel to the Old Man Logan story where Clint and Logan go on a road trip. This is where Clint loses his sight for good. I loved the last page epilogue showing Clint tracking down someone who will help him to continue to fight the bad guys despite his blindness.

Runaways #16 - Rainbow Rowell (writer) Kris Anka (art) Matthew Wilson (colours) VC's Joe Caramagna (letters). Reading this Christmas special is better than getting a lump of coal. Having Doombot as a dinner guest made this a treat. I wish he was a regular member of the team.

West Coast Avengers #6 - Kelly Thompson (writer) Daniele Di Nicuolo (art) Triona Farrell (colours) VC's Joe Caramagna (letters). The good guys have been captured by the bad guys: Satana Hellstrom, M.O.D.O.K., The Eel and Madame Masque. Kate is still free however and she's not going to abandon her team mates. Too bad she gets waylaid on her way to rescue them. Her captor is a complete surprise, which will make the next issue a hoot.

Thor #8 - Jason Aaron (writer) Mike del Mundo (art) VC's Joe Sabino (letters). This is an awesome issue with Thor fighting the Angelus. It ends with an ex-Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. being paid a visit by the Black Panther. I like how this book is being tied into The Avengers.

Season's Beatings #1 - Jason Latour (writer) Greg Hinkle, Chris Brunner, Veronica Fish & Mario Del Pennino (art) Rico Renzi, Jim Campbell & Veronica Fish (colours) VC's Travis Lanham (letters). I should have realized from the cover that this was a Deadpool Christmas Special. If I had known, I would have bought a pair of socks from the Dollar Store with the $4.99 US that this comic book costs. Unless of course, you're a big Deadpool fan or West Coast Avengers fan or even an X-Force fan. They're all in here too. Plus Squirrel Girl and Doctor Doom. Come to think of it, this is an everything but the kitchen sink gift for a Marvel Comics fan who will get a few chuckles out of it.

Freedom Fighters #1 - Robert Venditti (writer) Eddy Barrows (pencils) Eber Ferreira (inks) Adriano Lucas (colours) Deron Bennett (letters). This is some heavy duty patriotic poop right here. We start this 12-issue story in 1963 America that is ruled by Adolf Hitler and his "ratzi" party. The original Freedom Fighters meet to plot a resistance attack on a war robot factory. Things don't go well for the good guys. Jump forward to 2018 and the surprise appearance of the New Freedom Fighters; Black Condor, Doll Woman, the Human Bomb and Phantom Lady. All we need is Uncle Sam. Robert Venditti holds nothing back showing the Germans as ruthless racists. The art is really well done so I will give these Golden Age heroes a chance to see how they fare in modern times.

Middlewest #2 - Skottie Young (writer) Jorge Corona (art) Jean Francois Beaulieu (colours) Nate Piekos (letters). A new character named Jeb is introduced who helps Abel get out of a bind. Jeb reminds me of the first time we meet Gandalf. Abel's quest continues and we find out a bit more about the symbol on his chest. I predict he'll meet his mother down the road but unlike the talking fox, I won't be travelling down it with him.

Cover #4 - Brian Michael Bendis (writer) David Mack (art) Michael Avon Oeming (Owen art) Zu Orzu (colours) Carlos Mangual (letters). This issue is a great example of how a comic book can tell a story with words and pictures. I felt like I was watching a TV show or a short film. Brian, David and Michael work together seamlessly

Hardcore 1 - Robert Kirkman & Andy Diggle (writers) Alessandro Vitti (art) Adriano Lucas (colours) Thomas Mauer (letters). Yeah man, it is. Agent Drake is a drone pilot but what he controls are other human beings. A new nanotechnology allows him to take over and move a remote body for 72 hours so he can complete wetwork missions. It's really cool. The big problem arises when the guy who invented the tech comes back to reclaim it from the government. That guy is not asking nicely. I like this concept and the predicament that Agent Drake finds himself in at the end of this issue. Therefore, this goes on to my "must read" list.

Klaus and the Crying Snowman #1 - Grant Morrison (writer) Dan Mora (art) Ed Dukeshire (letters). This $7.99 US one-shot tells the tale of how Sam the snowman helps Klaus save the Earth from murderous aliens. I loved how they wove in Norse mythology. You'd think a crying snowman would be doomed in the end and you'd be right, but fear not, 'tis a happy ending.

Betty & Veronica #1 - Jamie Lee Rotante (writer) Sandra Lanz (art) Kelly Fitzpatrick (colours) Jack Morelli (letters). The BFFs are back with a 5-issue mini that starts off their senior year of high school. I know that these slightly more mature Archie Comics want to draw in a new audience but Betty dating Reggie? Sacrilege. A few other things bothered me storywise that turned me off even more. Betty drinking a spiked punch without noticing? C'mon. Then there's the art. I didn't like the interiors compared to the nice cover that Sandra drew. I expected my girl Betty to be treated better than this.

Catwoman #6 - Joelle Jones (story & art) Laura Allred (colours) Josh Reed (letters). The finale of "Copycats" is a quick read so I read it twice. The first time was to see how Catwoman deals with the evil Mrs. Creel and her pumped up on drugs son. The second time was to see Catwoman in action and to savour the beautiful art and layouts. I wish Joelle Jones would do a Betty & Veronica mini.

Extermination #5 - Ed Brisson (writer) Pepe Larraz (art) Marte Gracia (colours) VC's Joe Sabino (letters). I tolerated this time travel tale because of the amazing art. I wish Pepe Larraz would do a Betty & Veronica mini. If you thought that the mutants being exterminated was a real threat then you haven't been reading X-Men comic books for very long. This story puts the young X-Men back in their own time and all is well again. The big surprise comes on the last page and I'm thinking "oh geez, here we go again".

Domino #9 - Gail Simone (writer) David Baldeon & Michael Shelfer (art) Roberto Poggi (ink assist) Guru-eFX (colours) VC's Clayton Cowles (letters). Soldier of Fortune part 3. The ladies are asked to kill Longshot. Haven't seen him in a while. Might not see him for long though, since he's supposed to bring about the end of the world. This is interesting because both Domino and Longshot have the same super power. Who's luck is going to run out first?

Firefly #2 - Greg Pak (writer) Dan McDaid (art) Marcelo Costa (colours) Jim Campbell (letters). Mal and Zoe are being hunted by a gang of thieves and the Alliance. Darn tootin' there's going to be shootin'. I have been watching Nathan Fillion's new cop show The Rookie and I quite like it.

Batman #61 - Tom King (writer) Travis Moore (art) Tamra Bonvillain (colours) Clayton Cowles (letters). Knightmares part 1. The "what the!?" appearance on the last page of #60 is explained here as a new story starts. I knew something was hinky when I saw the string of pearls around the dead body of Martha Wayne in the alley. I thought we were in an alternate universe and we sort of are but it came as a complete shock when what was going on was explained. Arkham Asylum is getting a new inmate. At least he's new to me unless I want to go back and read Batman #38.

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tentacle-stylograph · 3 years ago

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poof! magic! i’ve been on my computer since 7 pm to work on homework, and now it’s almost half past midnight!

and i’ve done NO homework!

and

...ugh. what happened

something happened, mentally, that threw me off. it was dumb and minor probably

...ugh. i think it was just... i was distracted by my not having company tonight while working on homework when i expected it. a friend said he'd be in the vc normally from 5 pm to midnight on Mondays and Tuesdays, but then i checked at 6 pm before working on stuff myself and saw a message that he'd be there today at 1 pm... so i missed him... i'd been looking forward to this

ugh

not his fault, of course. he didn’t do anything wrong. it wasn’t a hard scheduled thing or anything. i think also i was doing premature mental back patting as i’m wont to do because i posted my homework schedule as i’m also wont to do, and he was like “wow yeah that’s a packed schedule” and... ugh

i did zero homework. i think two hours ago or so i told myself i’d spend at least 20 minutes on an assignment because i saw how things were going mentally, with not doing anything, and i still haven’t done even 20 minutes

got distracted by some One Piece stuff on tumblr at some point and then subsequently adding to my queue and all that rabbit hole. oh yeah, also watched a “The Dark Secret of Discord” 30 minute video or something that was really just pretty basic internet safety stuff, messaged myself both the John Oliver blackmail video about internet tracking and a cyber security person reacting to that John Oliver bit but didn’t watch those even tho i looked at the comments a bit

i’d also planned to be off my comp by 9. and yet...

-sigh-

i really gotta figure out some system of self checking in, like “Okay, it’s been an hour since you got on your comp. have you started on homework? yes or no? if no, what are your thoughts that are building the mental block?”

yeah, i gotta figure out something ‘cause that “starting a timer when going to make a mobile entry here” has been hugely helpful

haven’t even eaten since 7, and i’d meant to

one happy thing: all three Pokemon Go gyms in view of my house are teamless. the mystery person other than me who’s been doing that got 2/4 gyms teamless, the very closest gym still had a team, so i logged into my lower level account (so i wouldn’t be matching teams) and knocked out that Pokemon. now 3/4 gyms are teamless and that’s pretty great. i really wanted to walk to the fourth gym and empty that one too, but was like “nah, that’d be like 40 minutes to an hour, and you gotta work on homework.” three hours ago.

-sigh-

anyway!

happy to have those three blank gyms. that’s fun :’)

thing to do:

• figure out self-check-in system so i don’t lose hours to distraction when i’d rather be doing other things

#:(#do a thing

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terrypearrson · 4 years ago

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Former lawyer slams law firms for putting email addresses in order of hierarchy

Moiz Ali says he was ‘admonished’

A former Simpson Thacher & Bartlett lawyer has revealed he was once “admonished” by a partner for not putting the email addresses of his colleagues in order of seniority.

In a viral tweet (below), Moiz Ali explained, “that’s when I knew I should quit”.

When I worked at a law firm, I was once admonished by a partner for not putting the email addresses of my colleagues in the “TO:” line of Outlook in order of hierarchy. That’s when I knew I should quit.

— Moiz Ali (@moizali) July 13, 2020

According to his LinkedIn, Ali left Simpson Thacher’s New York office in 2012. He previously completed a four-month stint as a summer associate at Hogan & Hartson (now Hogan Lovells). The Harvard law grad went on to found an online shop for alcohol spirits and then set up a deodorant business. He’s now a start-up investor for the likes of Uber, Airbnb and Pinterest, according to his online portfolio.

In response to Ali’s tweet, which has received nearly 2,000 likes, one law firm marketing manager revealed he’s been told the “exact same thing”. He now takes “an alphabetical approach”.

Been told the exact same thing… I've also been told to treat everyone equally… since that conversation, I now stand my ground with an alphabetical approach.

— Oliver Taylor (@Red_Marketer) July 14, 2020

The latest comments from across Legal Cheek

Meanwhile, one legal recruiter claimed this eye-rolling email ritual stretches back as far as the 90s.

Can confirm. Worked at an AmLaw100 firm in NYC in the late 90’s and every associate did this. 20+ years later and no longer practicing law but I still instinctively tend to list email recipients by order of seniority!

— Wall Street Headhunter (@dmastrocola) July 14, 2020

Another user spotted an opportunity in Ali’s anecdote; proposing a tool that would rank partners in order of hierarchy, automatically.

@vc @vcstarterkit Startup idea alert: An email extension that sorts partners at law firms in order of hierarchy. Input: database of names in the entire organisation, then calls a sort function. Rev model: commission charged to each partner in order of hierarchy, per email sent.

— Bill Seota (@BilliWorldWide) July 13, 2020

Ali later explained that this was the exception, not the rule at his firm.

Yeah, I loved it. This was the exception at my firm and not the rule. Only place where I’ve been surrounded by brilliant people with work ethics that make me look like Homer Simpson.

— Moiz Ali (@moizali) July 13, 2020

And later told Legal Cheek:

“I loved my firm and to be honest, loved the bluntness of the partner who told me that.”

In another insight into law firm email etiquette, we reported earlier this year that Quinn Emanuel followed magic circle firm Freshfields in dropping ‘Dear Sirs’ from lawyers’ emails.

The post Former lawyer slams law firms for putting email addresses in order of hierarchy appeared first on Legal Cheek.

source https://www.legalcheek.com/2020/07/former-lawyer-slams-law-firms-for-putting-email-addresses-in-order-of-hierarchy/

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spacecop-archived · 7 years ago

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another meta: why does hal have commitment issues???

send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on ( accepting )

ooc. One part Hal’s self esteem, another part his space cop job, and just his general fear of commitment. - To set aside his self esteem issues for a second – his job as a space cop makes it extremely hard to even have a stable relationship. He’s always gone from Earth ( in current canon he’s just not even home anymore, only coming home when there’s a giant crisis and then he’s gone. ) Him and Carol keep trying to have something but Hal’s commitments are beyond his own and he has to leave her constantly and often without warning. More often then not when he does give her warning he breaks them up somehow. Fully believing that the next time he comes home she’ll find someone that makes her happy and that he’d be happy for her. It’s why he has a lot of friends with benefits or one night stands those are easier to handle when you’re off in space for six months out of the year and then home for a week and then gone again. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t crave relationship intimacy. In fact he really really wants that sort of reassurance but he knows that he’ll mess it up horribly somehow. - Hal has bad self esteem issues. The man who can spout comebacks, quips, and drag everyone and everything till next sunday just has… really horrible self esteem. He’ll call himself worthless or a piece of shit, he’ll think everyone else is more important then him, he’ll blame himself for everything. ( Barry’s death in COIE? Damn that boy blames himself for that because if he was there he could of saved him. Oliver’s death? Damn that boy also blames himself for that because again he could of saved him. ) You can literally insult him by saying he’s a piece of shit and he’d just agree but by god if his friends or anything else he’ll go on a raging war path of trying to get you to take it back.

sb vc: Hal Jordan is a piece of shit and that Barry Allen guy is a dickHal vc: Yeah he is I can drink to th– wait no fUCK YOU BARRY ALLEN IS A SAINT.

So when it comes to relationships he gets self destructive. He doesn’t think he deserves something this nice ( whether that is him still feeling horrible guilt over what he did as parallax or the million other things he think he did wrong ) and when things get nice and stable and GOOD in a relationship he starts to panic on the inside a lot. ( Internal screaming volume at a 10. ) He fulfills his own prophecy by thinking SO MUCH that he’s going to fuck it up that he does fuck it up somehow by either drinking so much he starts fights that don’t need to happen, or just straight up leaving to space and not saying a word to escape the horrible feeling sitting in his chest and stomach. - He has a fear of commitment. Hal can boast all he wants about having ‘next to no fears’ or ‘being the greatest green lantern’ but that boy has the grand old fear of being tied down. Maybe it’s because he’s experienced death so much in his life that he’s just afraid that the person he loves will just die in a freak accident ( OR WORSE he’ll die like his dad – blowing up in a plane trying to save a crowd or even worse he’ll die cold and alone out in space no one knowing he’d pass away for what could be eternity ) and he couldn’t do that to someone. He saw how his father’s death tore his family and his mother apart he couldn’t do that to anyone else.

#novasparked

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urielsgate · 7 years ago

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Old Works - My Vampire Chronicles Affair

Just thought I would share something I wrote for a VC collaborative work back in 2009 . Truly enjoyed slipping into Armand’s wicked and yet quite irresistible mind, dark schemes and damaged personality. So yes, I plead guilty: always had a soft spot for the auburn haired cherub. Always will.

NSFW - Yep, you have been officially warned.

ANDANTE CANTABILE

Candles, sweet, pungent wine and rippling satin.

My nostrils caught the familiar blend as soon as we entered the grand salon. I closed my eyes and absorbed each scent lapping at my skin in warm, sensual waves. It was the ancient fragrance of lavishness, the golden ghost of a time and a place when happiness had seemed perfect and eternal.

I took a long breath in and slowly drifted my thoughts and gaze upon Lucas. The ghastly pallor of his Bauta played a striking contrast to the austere elegance of the long dark mantle and obscured any trace of amazement as he took a full circle to measure the sumptuousness of the venue. The heavy opaline Venetian chandeliers had been brought back to their ancient glory and it wasn’t to the artificial violence of modern electricity but to the suave light of hundreds of pure beeswax candles and to the exquisiteness of a Baldassare Galuppi’s harpsichord concerto that the soft grace of the mythological-themed frescoes reverberated across the plaster vaults of the palazzo. “Pretty high-class shit, huh?” He concluded and I wondered whether the remark was meant to strike me as smart or whether that was just some trivial attempt to sound downright offensive. Whatever the case, I was not impressed. “Old money.” I mumbled moving away from him. “Something, my dear, you are forevermore destined to contemplate from a great distance indeed.” “Well, you never know. I could still marry some rich Italian chick and join the club.” He pushed his mask back to better study the place. All around us swelled a pulsating multitude of brocades, almost unbearably vibrant colors and deep red laughing mouths glistening underneath the eccentric masterpieces Venice’s most celebrated mask artists and costumiers had fashioned exclusively for the event: the Grand Masquerade Ball della Marchesa. I swam across this perfumed sea of blood, smiling behind my funereal camouflage every time the tender, inviting warmth of a masked figure pressed against me through the dark fabric of my cloak as I slowly moved deeper into the crowd. I felt Lucas cursing under his breath behind me. He didn’t seem to enjoy the occasion as much as I did – our promenade among the most decadent nobility of Venice.

“Don’t worry, Lucas.” I turned back and whispered close to his ear. “No one here knows you’re just an unsophisticated debutante.”

“I guess they don’t know much about you either, right?” Through the gaping sockets of his mask his eyes gave me a rather apathetic glance.

“Be practical, Lucas. They know what I need them to know.” I bowed to the few familiar faces I recognized behind the peacock feathered masks as we walked slowly toward the heavily gilded Neo-classical mirrors paraded at the far end of the salone. And there we were, side by side, the boy and the vampire, both silently gazing for a fleeting moment at our reflection frozen within the golden framed surface. Lucas grabbed a Murano glass chalice from the buffet and snorted bitterly over the rim. My eyes indulged for a while on the suggestive sight of his partly exposed throat as each avid mouthful of wine he took dangerously magnified the darker outline of the veins pumping beneath his olive skin.

“Gently, Lucas. How about savoring the few gratifications life’s got to offer instead of punctually flushing them down your system all the time, hm?” The truth is I was quite thirsty myself.

“For the record, this is how I enjoy life.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his gloved hand.

I was getting quite bored at this point and made no mystery of it. I walked away and left him there on his own.

“Where are you going?” The perturbed tone of his voice almost completely muffled by the sudden outburst of laughter mounting from the group of rather inebriated damsels now dancing and giggling between us.

I didn’t even mind to stop nor turn back. “The time has come to let the Bauta teach you her precious lessons, Lucas. Enjoy the party. From this moment I plan to do the same.”

I caught the cascade of invectives oozing from his thoughts and chose to ignore it completely. Or so I liked him to assume.

I directed my steps toward the narrow gothic-moresque stained glass windows where, amidst her panoply of exotic cushions and devoted courtesans sat the venerable host of the evening. As soon as she raised her gaze, la Marchesa smiled to me in invitation.

“I would recognize those auburn locks under any disguise.” She laughed gracefully. “Come my child, let me see you. Come and give me one of your kisses.”

I untied the mask just for her and leaned to gently brush the softness of her aging cheek with my lips. She smelled of expensive cosmetics, rose and honeysuckle cologne and liqueur. Pure Italian patrician blood. Powerful, elegant and inherently devious.

“Good evening, mia Signora.” I murmured.

“And a very good evening to you, my dear. What a pleasure to have you among us tonight. Ah but you’re cold, come and sit with me for a while.” She patted the seat beside her.

I obliged and sat with her on the sofa, acknowledging her guests with distant politeness. “I wouldn’t have missed your Ball for anything in the world.”

“Ah, you’re tongue is almost sweeter than your face. I wish my nephew was as adorable as you are. Look, there he is, with that horrible woman he imported from America.” She sighed. “Tragically, my Giovanni never developed good taste in anything.”

Indeed. I knew him quite well, the handsome and dissolute Giovanni. He had introduced me to his lovely aunt some months before and everyone apparently assumed he and I knew each other either from university or some other conventional contingency. The truth was quite different, of course. I had met him at one of those private gathering where humans surrender to their most licentious instincts and perform what they perceive as an emancipation of the flesh and the senses. The sad but I must say also rather entertaining truth is that this appears to be nothing more than yet another desperate delusion mortals need in order to endure the insignificance of their existence. For a while I enjoyed this sort of speculations – I sat in a dark quiet corner of the room and observed the spasmodic amalgam of bodies coupling like famished animals, the respectable wife disheveled by the crude, powerful thrusts of a perfect stranger under the close scrutiny of her consort, the despotic politician sobbing his pleasure under the vicious castigation inflicted by some well-remunerated street boy, until the place was drenched with the thick smell of sweat and semen, which inevitably left behind the unmistakable and inexorable fragrance of their despair.

I smiled to Giovanni and he raised his glass in response and I wondered if he planned to introduce his latest American trophy to his little secret itch for younger boys. La Marchesa gently held my hand and drew closer, lest others overheard her whispered confidences.

“Let him have his fun while he can. I know all too well how and when decency should be restored.” She gently smiled to me.

How I loved her practicality. Her status and prestige would not compromise to nuisances such as sentimentalism of any sort nor compassion. It fascinated me to realize she had lived all her life without even wondering what regret was. What a superb teacher she is. I know Venice and I will miss her terribly.

Couples were swinging to the hypnotic cadence of some modern composition and as the conversation now coasted toward more unexciting subjects, the arrangements of an imminent wedding, the restoration of a villa near Chioggia, the ever so fashionable rumors about common enemies, I felt the time had come for me to escort Lucas away from the curvaceous nymphet who ever so generously fed him a couple of her pretty colored illegal pills. Once again I embraced la mia Marchesa, kissing her under the reproachful eyes of her most intimate friends and, politely, took my leave.

I followed Lucas and the girl outside. The white pebbles along the garden paths glowed beneath the torches flickering radiance and the night smelled of moist grass and mint. For a while I watched him fooling with the girl until she left to go back in, possibly to fuel their psychedelic cocktail with a couple of wine glasses. Others came, all boys this time, they started to chat and laugh and eventually offered Lucas some more oblivion in the form of a joint and he quickly forgot about the young lady’s graces he nearly planned to probe in not so platonic terms. His mind was a spectacular mess and it took all my determination not to laugh out loudly when, in the end, he realized who the dark, motionless shadow sitting on the stone bench under the weeping wisteria tree was and shuffled his way to meet me.

“Hey.” He waved.

“Hello, Lucas. Are you having fun?” Luckily, the Bauta screened the quivering smirk on my face and I made sure the tone of my voice didn’t betray the slightest shade of amusement. He was gloriously stoned.

“Yeah, great party.” He crashed on the bench. “Look. Huh… I’m slightly drunk, I think.”

“Drunk? Lucas, you’re delirious!” I lost all composure and laughed openly. “Don’t worry, I’m not in the mood for admonition. I’m not your guardian, remember?” I admit I stressed the last sentence with deliberate malice.

“Cool.” He crossed his legs and began to torment his mask. His hair had fallen loose from the black velvet ribbon I had personally fastened at the base of his neck and I could only partially see his face. “I’m reading your book again, you know.” He said.

Yes, I knew of course, but pretended this left me placidly indifferent. Which ultimately was the truth.

“Can I ask you something?” Suddenly his eyes flashed with a boldness I rarely had noticed before.

“Go ahead.”

I felt his stare travelling down on me. “From what I gather, I’d say you used to be the kind of guy unlikely to turn a cold shoulder to whatever kinky leisure got in your way, you know – at least until you joined that coven of vampire freaks.”

I lifted my mask and arched a brow. “You do realize this doesn’t sound like a question at all, don’t you?”

“No, no, I mean, yes. Look. Let me put it this way, ok? The thing is no matter what the books *don’t say* about it, I know for sure vampires enjoy sex even more than mortals do. So I reckon you must be like Lestat and Louis when it comes to…”

I smiled. “Fornication?”

Oh I loved the chaos storming across Lucas’ hallucinated brain. “Well, you do, right?” He laughed and leaned closer.

“Is this some sort of drug-induced incoherent proposal, Lucas?”

He blushed fiercely and straightened his back. “Christ, wait, no, that’s not what I mean!”

I laughed and made a small gesture with my hand as if to say ‘go on, I’m not going to dismember you just yet’. Lucas took a deep breath before giving it a second try.

“Ok, here it is. I know you like to act cool and detached but if you think back on when Marius sent you to those brothels – and you had plenty of chances to experiment different stuff there, right? – Well, I was just wondering,” He paused and smirked. “What did you like the best—girls or boys?”

Somehow I knew where this was about to lead and so I simply told him the truth.

“As a matter of fact I enjoyed both. Immensely. However, if I must take sides, I’d say my preference goes to the games I played among the soft-eyed male youths who ever so skillfully initiated my body to endless ways to receive and deliver pleasure.”

Lucas bit his lip and mentally revoked fragments from those passages our passionate philanthropist David Talbot has so scrupulously collected a long time ago.

“I like that part of your story.”

“Yes, I can see that. However let me warn you: words can offer only partial, nebulous impressions of what reality is, Lucas. You should have been there to fully appreciate the rigorous training I underwent.” I gave him a slow, knowing smile.

“Hm…” The sinful young one chuckled. “I wish someone made a movie about this.”

Now. That was quite a fascinating consideration.

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After the ball we wandered the city, mingling with the vivacious crowds of Campo Santa Margherita, listening from the Ponte della Donna Onesta to the exuberant recitation of a Carlo Goldoni’s Commedia and finally roaming the caliginous silence of the deserted alleys near the Arsenale until we both craved to return to the quietude of the island.

I helped Lucas stepping out of his outfit and then closed the door of his room behind me, leaving him to deal with the all too human consequences of a night of excess. I went downstairs and partially disrobed, still reflecting on the conversations we had exchanged. And just when I was about to seek my beloved armchair and the comfort of the fireplace, a sudden gust of intoxication overwhelmed me. It didn’t take any effort to figure out where it came from. I lifted my gaze toward the ceiling, sharpened my senses and smiled knowing all too well what my young guest was up to in the intimacy of his bedroom. I closed my eyes and pushed my perceptions until I could almost envision his figure leaning against the headboard of the bed, the muscles of his abdomen tensing under his probing fingers, his mind quickening once again the torrid visions of my initiation within the brothel walls Marius had delivered me to.

I didn’t fully realize the potential of the game I was playing until I unlocked my most intimate memories to let them flow from my mind into Luca’s in a torrent of vibrant visions. I pulled him with me in a backward journey across the centuries, leading him to the dim-lighted voluptuousness of that Renaissance harem and resurrecting its beautiful host of boys and the enticements of their kohl-adorned gaze and ruby, ever smiling lips. I guided his hand to the soft dark curls at the root of his organ and tortured him some more with the spectacle of supple limbs surrendering to my will and caprice. He felt, as I revoked it, the hot tightness pulsing around me when the boys let me ride them until pearly tears of pleasure dripped slowly down the perfection of their inner thighs. And then, as I pushed his fingers down the throbbing need between his legs, he envisioned me, a mortal auburn-haired adolescent, withering under the ministrations of the prettiest boy of the house. Lucas gasped at the sight of me sustaining this Adonis’ powerful domination, this splendid creature who triumphantly laughed like a young god above me and pressed my wrists into the perfumed carpets, grinding at each deep thrust his sculpted hips hard against me while others softly whispered my name and claimed my mouth and nipples, their fists vigorously pumping till the very last drop of bliss was drained out of me.

I knew I was pushing him to the proverbial limit. I sensed Lucas’ blind lust gushing thick and feverish through his blood stream, yes, I could almost smell it as his hand worked faster and faster toward deliverance.

He came with a loud, delicious cry.

Slowly, I opened my eyes. I sank back into the embrace of the armchair, pressing my tongue on the small wound freshly carved in my lower lip in a rush of impulsive fascination. How long it had been since I last savored the taste of achievement. I felt magnificently inspired. Not even I could have predicted such a heartening finale to our first official night out in Venice and now an entire constellation of potentialities shone before me as I mused upon the tantalizing prospect of turning Lestat’s rustic and impetuous protégé into perhaps my most ambitious project.

I lazily moved my hand downward and acknowledged the consequences of my little experiment with an idle caress.

I could already foresee more entertainment to come.

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Answered a bunch of asks. Some are really old ones I never got round to because of exams/coursework/work (/)u(\)

The jist of it all is i’ve been really busy, i’m sorry I can’t translate more ;;

Asks arranged by fandom(?); Thanatos Night > A3! > Diabolik Lovers > AxK

Thanatos Night

lucentheart said: Is there anything I can do to help Thanatos Night maybe one day become an otome game or anime? Or is there no chance at all for it to ever happen? :o I want to know the best way to support it getting bigger <3 I just love the animation and videos too much!

Hmmm honestly the best way to support anything is buy it. By buying the CDs and merch you show Rejet that people actually want more of a series which will encourage them to keep it going.

I doubt it’ll ever get a game or anime though. Games and anime are far more expensive to produce than Drama CDs. Plus Rejet has a lot of good series that they could have turned into a game but haven’t yet...

To sum up, buy into the series to support it if you want to see more! ^^

Anonymous said: will you please translate Thanatos Night Re: Vival story and characters? thank you

This is super later sorry OTL Rui and Cann have translated them somewhere on their blogs so I recommend you check them out ^^

Anonymous said: Hi! First off, I really like your tumblr and I enjoy your translations, so thank you so much for your hard work! I was wondering if you will be willing to translate or write a summary of Oliver's drama cd from thanatos night?

Hey anon thanks for the kind words! Okay this is going to sound terrible considering I just posted Seth’s translation...but the truth is I haven’t listened to Oliver’s CD yet OTL

I have it but for some reason I keep putting off listening to it >.>; There’s already a summary I think(?) somewhere in the tag so perhaps check that out ^^ As for translation I haven’t decided yet...I feel like I should translate them all but my motivation for translating CDs comes and goes...i’ll definitely consider it though! c:

A3!

Anonymous said: Thank you for the A3! translations!

Anonymous said: I want to say thank you for translating a3. I really wanted to get into it and now reading the stories have really got me hooked. thank you again!

Thank you for reading them! I had a lot of fun translating A3! things ;3; I hope more people get into A3! because these kids are honestly precious and need love (/)u(\)

Diabolik Lovers

kyndredraven said: Hello, I know that it has been a long time since Dark Fate was released, but I thught I would ask just in case (because you never know if you dont ask). Is there any way that you could translate Shu' s vampire ending, or at least, the conversation he has with his father during his CG? I really want to know what he tells his father, but my Japanese is only so so :( Thank you so much for taking the time to do other translations too!

Hi, first of all really sorry for taking so long to reply. Originally I was planning to leave this until I got round to Shuu’s Vampire ending but it’s probably going to be a while >u<;

Thinking back to Shuu’s route I don’t remember him having a conversation with his father in his Vampire ending CG though...the CG in his Vampire ending was the one where they get married if I remember correctly. Having said that they do have a somewhat conversation at the start of his vampire ending where Shuu kills Karlheinz which I have summarized in my route summary here:

“Shuu reacts before his father can and Karlheinz falls to his knees. With his life coming to an end he tells his son that this was his fate all along. He asks Shuu if he really is going to stop running and protect everything dear to him. Shuu says yes and upon hearing that Karlheinz says everything will be fine then.

Shuu had surpassed him and became Adam. It was finally over, with nothing left to live for he asks Shuu to take his head back and confirm his death. Shuu asks Yui to close her eyes whilst he does so. In this dying last words he leaves the rest to everyone.”

I’m still working on Shuu’s Dark Fate so i’ll get round to it eventually, my schedule has been a little hectic these past few months ^^;

Anonymous said: Can you translate the vandead carvinal where Yuma and Yui are flying together and then falls in the cake that was for the carvinal ? (Sorry for my english i'm learning ;D )

Hi anon, what you’re referring to is actually Chapter 1 of Yuma’s Lunatic Parade. When I first saw this I was really confused since I hadn’t played it yet OTL These chapters are on the ridiculously long side so i’ll have to pass for now sadly but maybe when I have more time i’ll get round to it ^^;

Anonymous said: You're amazing and wonderful and i hope your life is filled with nothing but kindness

Anonymous said: Hi! I just wanted to pop up and thank you for taking time out of your day to maintain this blog and answer asks. It is much appreciated, even though there are, sadly, lots of people that are ungrateful and toxic in the DL fandom, please don't let them get to you.❤️💛💚💙💜

Thank you both for your kind words ;; Honestly when I got these message I was having a really tough time with the fandom and I really did feel like quitting again. But i’ve taken some time out and other things have happened so i’m back now...kind of...(/)u(\);

Anonymous said: I know you're busy and can't do full translations so I was wondering if you'd do quick summaries of what happens in the routes for lunatic parade when you have time

Hey anon sadly I don’t think i’d have the time to summarize them all any time soon BUT if there are any guys you’re particularly interested drop me another ask and i’ll try to throw a summary up for those ones at least. I tend to write really long summaries which is probably why they take so long....but I enjoy doing them >u<

Anonymous said: I read somewhere that in Lunatic Parade Subaru is a hardcore Carla Fanboy lol so if you could find the time, could you translate the scenarios for Carla w/ Subaru or Subaru w/ Carla because I have to know if this is true XD Sooo yeah hope you answer to this ask and have a nice day! :)

It’s been so long I genuinely cannot remember if anything happened like this in Subaru’s route and I haven’t played Carla’s yet pls don’t judge me >.>; If it’s definitely in Subaru’s route though drop me another ask and I can get that done soon! I don’t know when i’ll get round to Carla’s route >u<

Anonymous said: please do carla tsukinami or reiji sakamaki! ive never seen their dark fate routes done completely. pretty pleaseeee :)))

Hi anon I honestly don’t think I could do Reiji’s mannerisms justice. For sub scenarios and fluff like VC/LP it’s a little easier but more plot driven content i’d probably butcher him ;3;

As for Carla I just haven’t played his route yet...I don’t know why I keep putting him off...

Aoharu x Kikanjuu

Anonymous said: When i get stressed i think about adorable little kid Hotaru Tachibana hugging her story book and it's just so cute she loves justice THEN IT'S FUNNY CAUSE SHE BEATS UP THOSE KIDS SO BADLY so cute so innocent so aborable. If you tumblr break is cause your stressed just think about Hotaru ;D and hope you enjoy your break!

ANON THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER AAAAAAAH. Thank you for sending this I really needed it ;; I’m still really stressed but coping much better than I was before ;3; Hotaru is forever cute adorable innocent child ;3; protect all of TGG I say with Hoshishiro as my url OTL

Anonymous said: Hi~ first off, I love your translations!! You Always translate the best pics!! On a side note, do you know where to contact NAOE? Nothing personal just a social media account that I can comment on or something like that.

Hey anon~ Thank you for reading my translations ^^ aaaaah I miss translating AxK why am I so lazy these days... NAOE sensei has a twitter account here! You may not get a reply but sensei reads and likes all @ mentions c:

#lucentheart #kyndredraven #anonymous #replies #I don't know why but i get really anxious replying to asks ;;#only on tumblr though...#i'm going to try and get better at replying to asks (/)u(\)#or hide in a bubble..

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