#Honda Black edition

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The 2022 Honda CB1000R Black Edition. Photo credit: HONDA MOTOR CO., LTD.

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Going Big: 2024 Grand Wagoneer Heads to the Desert

When the Jeep engineers designed the Grand Wagoneer, they certainly took to heart the well-worn phrase “Go big or go home.” That’s obvious because when you travel in the long wheelbase version of the Stellantis SUV, as Host Jack Nerad did recently, you are definitely going big. And the Grand Wagoneer certainly provides all the comforts of home. The sizable SUV proved to be the perfect answer for…

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Introducing the 2025 Honda Pilot Black Edition - Global Brands Magazine

The updated 2025 Honda Pilot, the largest and most powerful 3-row SUV in Honda history, begins arriving at Honda dealerships with an exciting new Black. Inside, the new Black Edition’s premium look and feel continues with exclusive styling.

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New Post has been published on https://www.vividracing.com/blog/the-ultimate-volk-racing-te37-buyers-guide/

The Ultimate Volk Racing TE37 Buyers Guide

Debuted in 1996, Volk Racing’s TE37 has become the brand’s popular design. The wheels are known for being incredibly strong compared to others due to the special blend of metal used to make them, which is also very helpful when it comes to heat dissipation. That of course, is not the only reason that made these wheels popular, being lightweight and stylish while delivering the best when it comes to performance and quality, and being the best wheel to be used on both the track and the street also elevated the TE37’s status.

Made in Japan by Rays Engineering, these wheels have a simple six-spoke, one-piece forged aircraft-grade aluminum design and weigh in at 3.7kg. This wheel is an iconic 6-spoke design wheel with an even stress distribution across 6 spokes, especially when it’s running. This wheel is the right combination of strength and style. The wheels are designed and manufactured using Rays’ best technology, and the engineers make sure that they go through vigorous testing (like drop testing, benchmark testing, and more) to ensure that they are the best.

Here at Vivid Racing, we have more than 2000 Volk Racing wheels in stock and ready to ship, including limited edition colors such as Arms Grey and Racing Green, so in this article, we are going to explain the differences between Volk Racing TE37 wheels, and everything you need to know before you purchase them to make it easy for you to choose the right TE37 wheel for your ride and needs.

TE37 Super Lap

With the popularity of time attacks continuously growing, the Super Lap version has quickly become one of the most popular special versions with a reduction in weight of about 400g per wheel.

More track-focused

More weight saving

TE37 SL Black Edition III

This is an overseas exclusive model. For this version, the rim flange introduces a new technology called “REDOT” which includes an exclusive machining and painting feature with the VOLK RACING logo.

TE37 SAGA

Currently discontinued, this version was introduced in 2016 tuning in mass production vehicles.

TE37 SAGA SL

Launched in 2020, maintains the same design features as other SL Series such as lightweight, TE37 racing concave, and diamond cut machining that symbolizes SL’s distinctive lightness with a clear black finish.

More racing focus version of the TE37 SAGA wheel.

Available in sizes 17″ and 18″

TE37 SAGA SL M-Spec

This version is also an overseas exclusive model, with luminous yellow accents and updated size fitments for the latest applications. It comes with the Luminous Yellow spoke sticker

Color: Pressed Black (PB)

Lightweight design

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TE37 SAGA S-Plus

Launched in 2021, with minor updates, the SAGA S PLUS has weight gains, and the updates made were to help the wheel achieve a higher safety and security standard for higher rigidity and improved strength.

Available in sizes 17″ and 18″

TE37 SAGA S-Plus Time Attack

This version is the latest limited model from the SAGA S-plus. The body color is TE37’s traditional Dash White or a Glossy Black. The red line on the outer circumference and the aluminum strobe line are designed to attract attention when in rotation.

TE37 SB

A standard 1 BOX car’s wheel regards the load to clear JWL-T standards which is far heavier than a regular vehicle. Therefore, enough strength is required while not forgetting about weight loss. This new development strengthens the inner rim to far exceed the JWL-T standards with both strength and rigidity.

Available in 17″ and 18″

TE37 SB SL

Alongside the racing series, the ‘SL’ model is now available for the TE37SB, bringing the ‘diamond cut with black clear finish’, ‘exclusive spoke stickers’, and ‘exclusive red air valve’, which originally epitomized the fearless and unique atmosphere of the SL to the SPORTS BOX.

Racing series of the TE37 SB

Color: Pressed Graphite (PG)

TE37 SB Tourer

Added new color Black/Rim DC(BC) same sizing as the TE37 SB SL

TE37 SONIC

For this model, the base TE37 has been upgraded to TE37 SONIC to match the high performance of compact cars. The strength and rigidity are enforced by creating the spokes wider than before and moving the mounting surface of the spoke end to the rim.

For compact cars, available in sizes 15″ and 16″

TE37 SONIC SL

TE37 SONIC SL is generated by improving TE37 SONIC which has the perfect performance as a sports wheel and gets enough tuning to be named the title of SL. It provides -100g less weight with a center cap less feature, reducing weight on each area, while each component is reinforced without neglect, and numerous tryouts of analysis

100g lighter than the original TE37 Sonic

For the color section, It colored Pressed Graphite the same as a TE37SL.

Available in sizes 15″ and 16″

TE37 SONIC Club Racer

When it comes to this model, Rays re-designed everything for compact sports. A reinforced inner rim is adopted and exclusively hub centric for each vehicle. It generates high strength of wheel with integration with wheel and vehicle. It accepts high-speed range driving. For the color, it adopts a racy and spartan “Matte Dark Gunmetal”. It is only for this TE37 SONIC CLUB RACER. The soul of the VOLK RACING logo is machined on the spoke, leading the race scene.

Available in 15×7 4×100

Offers the specific size for the Toyota Yaris Cup (in Burning Red) *Japan market only

Competition model

TE37 ULTRA M-Spec

ULTRA is the strongest in the history of VOLK, and the TE37 ULTRA M-Spec is an oversees exclusive model

The logo is engraved on the spoke

Available in 19″ and 20″

TE37 ULTRA Track Edition II

In 2016, the TE37Ultra Track Edition with machined side pockets achieved -200g weight loss with a center cap less specification. In 2019, a further lighter model of TE37 Ultra Track Edition 2 debuts in the TE37 series, destined to be a required evolution.

Shaved an additional 60g a wheel and added a new color Blast Black.

TE37 Ultra Large P.C.D

This model has a machining logo and a center circle reinforced. Lighter and stronger in stiffness, this model perfectly fits the SUV and 4X4 such as the Land Cruiser.

Available in 20″ 6×139.7 and 5×150

TE37 Ultra Large P.C.D M-Spec

The TE37 ultra enhances the lineup of the high-performance car. Lighter and stronger in stiffness are for fitments to the SUV and 4X4 such as the Land Cruiser.

Available in size 22″ 6×139.7 and 5×150

TE37 Large P.C.D Progressive Model II

Developed for full-size, genuine off-roaders and incorporating the true sports performance that VOLK RACING is known for, the TE37 LARGE P.C.D. MODEL pioneered the advantage of lightness in the 4×4 market.

Available in size 18″ 6×139.7

TE37V

This model offers the deepest rim for Volk Racing and targets older cars with good taste, such as AE86s and Roadsters.

Available in 15″ and 17″

This will be the choice for those that can’t live without a deep-dish look!

TE37V MARK-II

This model takes into consideration the wide-body fitments for R32 GT-R and other custom-tuned vehicles.

Size line-up includes 12J and offset up to -33

TE37V is available in size 18 inches.

TE37V 2324 Model

This model is targeting popular neo-classic models such as AE86 and NA/NB Roadster, and it is available in three sizes—14×7J, 14×7 1/2J, and 14×8J—optimized for the footprint of cars from this era.

14″ limited edition model

TE37V 10th Anniversary

This model commemorates the 10th anniversary of the debut of TE37V by employing bronze and white as the standard finish for the first time. In addition, in homage to the original TE37, the spoke stickers have been replicated by logo machining; the latest-patented machining technology “A.M.T. ”

Logo is engraved

Available in 17″ and 18″

TE37 GRAVEL

The TE37 Gravel model specializes in rally and dirt trial competitions. The shape of the rim and overall structure has been adapted to account for competition with the use of gravel tires.

Available in 15×7 5×114 Lancer Evo

Competition Model

TE37 GRAVEL II

The TE37 GRAVEL has long been supported under the TE37 series as a specialized product for rallies and dirt trial racing. Now, it has evolved into the GRAVEL II which has minimal mass increases as much as possible while strengthening the center area, outer rim, and inner rim. GRAVEL II has high strength and stiffness for traveling over hard gravel roads while retaining the lightweight attributes realized by forging.

Available in 15×6 4×100

TE37XT

This brand-new TE37 series wheel is a masterpiece of off-road forged wheels.

Logo in engraved

Available in sizes 16-18″

TE37XT SL M-Spec

This brand new TE37 series wheel name is composed of “X” and “T” which means it has the inherited design of TE37X which is the masterpiece of off-road forged wheels and the initiation to which indicates a new evolution to acceptance of the overseas truck culture. Its performance which even can be installed on trucks, passes JWL-T, VIA, and Rays’ original strength test easily.

Comes with a spoke sticker

Available in sizes ranging from 16-18″

TE37XT M-Spec

This is the first Volk Racing model to include JEEP fitments! With the standard model TE37XT which made its debut this summer, the M-SPEC makes its mark with a simplified version. Rim line machining has been removed for a more subtle and simple finish while maintaining logo machining features on the wheel itself.

A special color Matte Dark Green is added

Logo is engraved

Available in sizes ranging from 16-18″

TE37XT for J

This wheel is designed exclusively for the smallest 4×4 vehicle in the world: Jimny. The disk surface layout is different from the other TE37 series with enough strength and lightness. Different disk faces are prepared for this model, for Jimny is a Flat Cone type, and Jimny Sierra is a Deep Cone type to provide a lightweight and optimized shape for a suitable inset

Available in size 16″

TE37XT for J UL

This version for Jimny has a reduction in weight by approximately 350g from the XT for J without sacrificing its strength. This wheel version has a lot of improvement in the moment of inertia. With this wheel, you will experience the great smoothness of inertial braking and turnaround for yourself. Currently, these wheels aren’t available online, but you can reach us by phone at 1-480-966-3040 or via email at sales@vividracing.com to special order them

Available in 16″

Can fit OEM Jimmy center cap (Rear only)

TE37XTR

This wheel has a symmetrical design with 6 holes at the base of 6 spokes. Designed to be the strongest ever for tough 4WD use, this wheel has design features that help it to achieve both weight reduction and high rigidity.

Available in size 17″ 6×139.7

If you have any questions, or if you just need recommendations based on your budget, shoot us an email at sales@vividracing.com and one of our performance specialists will help you find the perfect wheels for your vehicle!

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Honda Scoopy Minions Hitam Kuning Banana Yellow Limited Edition : Cuma 6000 Unit Saja !

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Watch "New CRV 2023 (BLACK) best reliability for the money value🤔" on YouTube

The new sixth-gen Honda CR-V is rather good; we know this based on our first drive earlier this year. But the compact SUV gets even better when you add a dash of electricity to its performance formula. The 2023 Honda CR-V Hybrid is in many ways the best version of the CR-V with more power, greater efficiency and a more engaging, refined driving experience. Honda even outfitted the CR-V Hybrid with new features it thinks will guide buyers toward making their next vehicle a fully electric one.

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Two-motor hybrid system

The updates to the CR-V Hybrid's two-motor hybrid system start with a more powerful electric traction motor, which now outputs 181 horsepower on its own and 247 pound-feet of torque. That's 15 lb-ft more than last year, yielding a small but noticeable boost in throttle response. The extra grunt is most apparent on initial tip-in, but thanks to a small maximum rev increase, the electric assist sticks around higher in the powerband

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New Honda Ridgeline 2024 Redesign, Specs, Release Date

New Honda Ridgeline 2024 Redesign, Specs, Release Date

New Honda Ridgeline 2024 Redesign, Specs, Release Date – The Ridgeline is Honda’s unusual midsize truck. The Ridgeline is a unibody car, unlike competitors like the Chevrolet Colorado and Toyota Tacoma, which have separate chassis to support the body. The similarities between this SUV and the Honda Pilot, a three-row unibody SUV, are immediately apparent. The unconventional design of the…

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軽量コンパクトを追求した車体に水冷4ストローク・並列4気筒998㎤エンジンを搭載したスポーツモデルCB1000RとCB1000R Black Editionのカラーリング設定が変更され、2023年1月19日(木)からHonda Dreamより発売される。

https://www.l-bike.com/topics/39150/

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The Social Media Manager: The Series (part 4)

Just some awkwardness and miscommunication.

The Bear Masterlist

Previous Part

Bars and Miscommunication

It was almost midnight, and Carmy was nowhere to be seen. You were annoyed; was he ghosting you? “Rusty, come play pool with us.” Sara waved at you. She was standing by the pool table with a pair of men. Both were tall, with dark hair, pretty brown eyes, and pearly white smiles. The one on the left looked at you like a piece of meat, while the one on the right stood directly behind Sara. You shook your head.

“I’m still holding out hope.” you laughed, trying to mask your disappointment, as you took another sip from your overpriced cocktail. Sara rolled her eyes; she’d made up her mind about Carmy. He wasn’t showing up tonight, and you shouldn’t invest more effort in pursuing a romantic relationship with him. You stared at your phone and watched the minutes tick by. At 11:59 PM, you finally gave up. After a weak wave to Sara, you started walking toward the bar's exit, feeling a mix of embarrassment and regret. Maybe you were too forward with Carmy. You felt stupid that you’d even tried asking out Marcus’s boss. 

You stood outside waiting for an Uber when you heard someone yell your name. Looking over your shoulder hesitantly, Carmy was heading in your direction. He may have been an hour late, but you still felt the air leave your lungs as he jogged in your direction. You wanted to say something witty, but nothing came to mind. “You’re not leavin’, are ya?” Carmy softly asked as he reached your side. 

You shrugged and avoided eye contact as you explained being tired. The words floated through Carmy’s mind. He noticed your shift in behavior immediately. He fucked up, and he knew it. “Can I take you home? I got held up at the restaurant-” he started to ask as a black Honda Civic pulled up to where you’d been waiting. 

“My ubers here… night, Carmy.” you felt defeated and stupid as you playfully nudged him. “I’ll come by the restaurant next week to get some more content for Instagram.” 

~

“I feel like such a dumbass.” you laughed as you took videos of Syd dicing an onion. Making videos of her making some of the new menu items felt like a good way to create buzz for The Bear- at least until you remembered the events of the weekend and that Carmy was currently hiding from you in the office ‘doing paperwork.’

“You’re not. Carmy just isn’t the one you know.” Syd explained as she scooped the onions into a bowl with garlic and jalapenos. “I haven’t known him that long, but-” Syd cut herself off and adjusted her shoulders. You looked over your shoulder to see Carmy had emerged from the office to help Marcus and Sweeps unload a produce delivery. You rolled your eyes and turned your attention back to Syd.

And that’s how it went for weeks. 

You’d come into The Bear to take pictures and video, then sit in the dining area for a couple of hours to edit the videos into TikToks and Instagram Reels. Carmy would casually watch you from the kitchen and imagine ways he could make it up to you.

You were sick of it. After swallowing your pride, you’d decided to call Carmy. It was a little after midnight, and you didn’t expect him to answer, but he did immediately. “Hey Rusty, everything okay?” he answered. You bit your lip before responding, “Uh, I feel like things have been awkward between us. I guess I just wanted to say sorry?” 

“For what? I should probably be the one apologizing.” Carmy laughed as he brought his cigarette to his lips. He smiled when he heard you giggle in response, “How bout we’re both sorry, and we hang out outside of The Bear… like a date.”

“You want to go on a date with me?” you asked, laughing at Carmy’s surprise. “I do,” you answered, hoping you didn’t make a complete fool of yourself. “How about we get dinner tomorrow- since The Bear is closed on Mondays?” you gnawed on the inside of your cheek, waiting for Carmy’s answer. “Uh- yeah, that sounds good. Pick you at 7.”

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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧?

originally a commission, repurposed for readervision! writing about the ladies is fun and i should really do it more often, mhm.

notes -> pls i always forget she's 6'1", that's so frickin hot, my gawd

pairing -> quanxi x afab!time-traveler!reader*

warnings -> nsfw (18+, mdni), praise/nicknames used (*good girl), thigh riding, oral sex (reader receiving), orgasm denial, scissoring/tribbing; partial inebriation (alcohol consumption); light editing.

wc -> 4.5k

The modes of transportation in this place are… dated.

So used to seeing the various Tesla models zipping about, or the suddenly extremely common Honda Civic models, you found yourself staring a little harder at the ones that lined the street. All too obviously, the dilapidated street signs around you indicated your new location being somewhere in China. Still, there’d been an aged familiarity about the place, about all of it, from the specific way the splits in the sidewalk crackle from one end to the other, to how the trees willow overtop of them like old, gnarled hands. The glow from the street lights are all equally dull, and do little to highlight the filth the asphalt roads hold. The houses, in their decaying, years left untouched glory, are still cookie cutter enough to say that it once might’ve been a place that people both lived and thrived in— if anything, they might just exist there now. The bare minimum for any species.

But then you look in the distance, past the caved-in roofs, past the loose, swaying electrical lines and through the smog, find the fluorescent lights of the city resting just outside the horizon of this dystopian suburbia, and find that you feel at home, your own having been bright just like that. 

You suppose that being at arms with a stranger in the middle of what you can only deem some kind of cacotopia must not be real. A dream or a hallucination— a nightmare, perhaps. The fact that you’ve never been to this place, this time or era, and yet, it’d been familiar. This partial hell scape with its scarred roads and patchwork housing, stuck in its darkened stasis of a temporary ceasefire? Wondering what kind of dream beasts this realm holds was unavoidable from the start, but at the very least, it still includes those in human form.

Your foe is formidable-- or, your predator, you should say. Armed thrice and practically naked in consideration for their lack of armour, wearing a thin shirt that exposes her midriff and tight black trousers, and with their one eye obscured by an eyepatch, they’re still as swift as a shadow when they charge forward, one blade extended, the other held in reverse against their forearm— usually a predictability. But they’re enough of a threat to you that you don’t bother to analyze much else any further.

If not for obeying modern physics, the stone at your feet would’ve split from the impact of your own harsh landing— without a weapon or defense of your own, you scamper out of the way of the woman’s sword, gasping at the close call. If anything, being in this strange place for so long, and being targeted by strange looking creatures and even stranger humans, has made you adept at avoiding harm.

You’re not entirely sure you can avoid it any further. You watch the attacker sheathe their defending sword and reach up toward their one exposed eye to— to… extract an arrow from within her skull, so easily as if it’d been normal to “store” it there.

“Don’t lose focus now,” they call — she calls, you finally learn, from your own language; she’d recognized it when you’d cursed at her earlier. A couple of obvious tonal sounds and inflections double down on you being somewhere in China. “I’ll be disappointed if you suddenly let me kill you, stranger.”

Slim, yet muscular. Long blonde hair. A gaze most distant, yet she still smiles, even in the middle of battle. Human? With that ability of hers, it’s unlikely; you’ve learned to differentiate that much, as short a time as you’ve spent here.

Amidst their game of cat and mouse, you can’t help but wonder if the area had been evacuated prior to Quanxi’s arrival, as if she’d been prepared to give chase, or even worse, as if she’d been prepared to fight. You don’t doubt the possibility of the woman having some kind of pull or authority in this time; as perhaps unprepared and bare as she appears, her skillset had quickly been proven. Being locked in at a coward’s stalemate for as long as you’d been, Can’t this end already?

“Please,” you pant, a hand poised in a pleading gesture. “Please stop.” The woman’s one visible eyebrow raises, her expression remaining placid. A moment later, she’s sheathing her blades.

“That’s fine with me,” she says, straightening up. “I’m pretty fond of this outfit and I’ve already scuffed the knees; it would be a shame if I tore anything else. You seem like… the civilized type, when you’re not running away. And if that’s the case, we should introduce ourselves.”

You give yours first, eager to catch your breath. The woman smiles.

“I am Quanxi. Now, tell me. The name of the Devil you’ve contracted with.”

Your expression hardens. “Devil?” you repeat. 

Quanxi does not doubt further the woman’s seemingly earnest confusion. She already looks like she’s not from the area, and certainly not necessarily a native from China, either. In fact, it’d been more like she’s stepped out of one of those futuristic, science fiction movies. Your entire existence did not belong here.

Your tired vision sweeps along the street before rising to stare at Quanxi. “Where is this place?”

Testing, “Do you mean this street? This… neighbourhood? Or this world?” You don’t answer, unable. The silence, accompanied with the difficult read on the foreigner’s partial expression, is an answer enough. “It’s called Earth.” 

“I know this is Earth.”

Quanxi’s lip quirks. “Then this place that you’re currently standing in, is in China. And this street, well… I’m not sure the name matters anymore. No one’s lived here in years.”

She watches you, a silence spread taut like a fishing line through the middle of your conversation as you ponder, before cutting it. 

“Listen. I’m glad you decided to stop running away,” your lip curls slightly at the curtness in her words, but you don't interrupt, “but since we’ve established that you’re not from the area, and since I don’t see a… spaceship… parked anywhere… you’re probably not an alien. But, you’ve also probably got nowhere to go, hm?”

“… that’s, unfortunately, correct,” you murmur, sighing. What a headache…

“And it doesn’t seem like you’re looking to cause any trouble. Right?”

“I’m kind of in some trouble of my own, if you haven’t noticed,” you point out.

“Fair enough. Then, I’ll do you a favour. If you’d be reasonable enough to not do something as stupid as try to murder me in my sleep, I’ll invite you into my home.”

Try? I could barely run away from you. 

“I’ll have to attend to some business in the morning outside the country, but, if you’re a good girl tonight, you’re welcome to stay there while I’m gone.” Your lips part to speak at the woman’s condescension, but by the absurdity of your situation, you find yourself unable to spit the words dancing behind your teeth back at her. Good girl?

“Do you need a physical invitation?” Quanxi says; you hadn’t realized she’d already begun to walk, and soundlessly trails after her. “Good.” Again? “I’ve parked several blocks north of here; it’s about a five minute walk if you’re fast about it.”

“Okay.” True to her estimation, once they’d picked up their pace, they found a sleek black automobile awaiting them only four blocks away. Compared to the older modeled cars you’ve passed, this one is at least twenty years ahead of their design.

Quanxi enters on her side before you can even open the passenger side door, and by the time you sit and shut the door behind you, the car has already belted to life, a soft rumbling heard from within its metal shell. A gear shifts, and they move.

The drive out of the dark neighbourhood where you first appeared, and into the glowing city you’d seen from afar is about three times as long as the walk had been. The luminance of the artificial light happens to be intense enough to make you squint so hard that your eyes become slits.

“Depending on how long you’re here for, you might end up getting used to it,” Quanxi says. You turn your head toward her. “Ah, well, I shouldn’t assume you don’t have these in your own home; apologies. Just, don’t stare at these ones directly. They’re definitely not up to code.”

You nod, glancing forward again.

“You aren’t very… chatty, are you,” Quanxi speculates, lowering one of her hands from the wheel to rest in her own lap.

“It’s… hard to think of something to talk about in my situation,” you say, wringing your wrists a little. “Small talk and idle conversations… is even harder.”

“You could always ask more questions.”

“I… can’t think of any.”

“Or ask if I know of a way to return you to your home.”

“And do you?”

“No. I can do a lot, but time travel?” Quanxi scoffs lightly. “Science fiction, for now. Maybe there’s a Devil out there that can do that. But, you could still have bothered to begin that conversation to see if I did.”

You pause. “Is this all a condition of me staying with you? Talking, asking questions…”

“Not at all. Simply makes for better company.”

You scoff, too, and fold your arms over your chest. “Aren’t you worried I’ll destroy your home while you’re gone? Or rob you?”

Quanxi chuckles. “Not at all. You might be lonely when I do, however. By how you greeted me earlier tonight, I should at least make sure my housekeeper doesn’t spook you away into, I don’t know, jumping out the window.”

“If I didn’t value my life, I wouldn’t have run away from you like I did. Why would I jump out the window…” The question hangs in the air, apparently a rhetorical quip.

The rest of the drive is completed in one-sided silence, Quanxi filling it with her own voice when she explains, unwarranted, the existence of Devils and what she’d meant when she’d asked you about a “contract”. It does make sense (and perhaps your interest in the subject did prove that you did have some curiosities), but you still had found yourself verily unwilling to engage in conversation, leaving your thoughts to race wildly beneath your skull.

In contrast to the surrounding buildings, Quanxi’s is not nearly as vibrant. The only lights come from the large fixed windows pressed tight between the dark brickwork; signs of life that neighbourhood from before had sorely been missing. Even the streets, despite the time, are flooded with chattering humans.

“We’re here, get out,” Quanxi says, putting the car into park and exiting it, herself. You join her on the sidewalk, where she’d just given a man a set of keys. In the corner of her vision, you watch him replace where Quanxi once sat, and drive off with her car, while the two of you enter the building.

“I’m on the penthouse level,” she tells you after pressing a button on the wall of the elevator. “It’s nothing fancy. Comfortable enough when I come home from an assignment, and for my—” Quanxi goes silent. You notice, but don’t press. The elevator chimes, announcing their arrival to the topmost level, and the doors open. “This way.”

There’s a keypad on the door, for which Quanxi types a particularly long code into before it beeps at them to enter. Whereas you take off your own boots and set them aside, Quanxi toes hers off and kicks them to the side, knocking yours over.

“A drink?” Quanxi offers.

“… water is fine.”

The penthouse is minimalist and simple, as its owner mentioned it would be. A simple living area full of couches and irregularly shaped chairs; a simple bedroom, raised up, across the room in a loft space. The bathroom and kitchen end up being the fanciest of the space, full of shining metal appliances and smooth surfaces, as white as the moon, itself.

There are but a few adornments and decorations, and you find that across the apartment, there are only a handful of photographs framed and sitting atop a long cabinet, two of which had been turned down— you recall Quanxi doing so as she’d entered ahead of you. Not one to pry — you know just as well as anyone what dredging up old memories does to a person — and with Quanxi busying herself in her kitchen, you cross over to them and quickly tip them up. Both have the woman pressed between four other girls, all with varyingly unexplainable appearances — why are her brains exposed? — but they all easily express their fondness for Quanxi.

“It’s like you’ve never been invited into someone’s home before,” Quanxi suddenly calls from around the corner. You flinch, and without making eye contact, set the frames back down with care. “It should go without me having to say the words “don’t touch anything unnecessary”.”

“Sorry,” you say.

Quanxi sighs, and extends her arm to hand the stranger a glass of clear liquid. “It’s fine. Just don’t touch them again. And try not to get curious enough that you want to ask about… them.”

You accept the glass, nodding, and take a generous gulp from it, immediately reeling.

“This isn’t water,” you say, swallowing thickly, your throat catching from the burn.

“It’s baijiu. Figured you could probably use some to relax while you’re here.” You instantly cough.

“Relax?”

“It’s not like you’ll be able to figure anything out tonight, not this late. And, not if you’re still wired into fight or flight mode. Drink this. If you’re hungry, there’s food in the fridge you can help yourself to. The bathroom is around the corner. Go and shower. I’ll grab you a change of clothing.”

Not that it’d been so severely important to, but you silently admit to her observations. Being sent stuck here and almost immediately thrust into one-sided combat against this strange woman, to being invited to her home for reprieve, has kept you tiptoeing on a jagged edge, teetering more to one side than the other. It’s discomforting. Unfamiliar.

You down the clear liquid in the glass before stalking into Quanxi’s bathroom, quick to strip yourself of your clothing before stepping into the shower. Beginning to scrub away the day’s grime from your body with a sudsy cloth, you realize you’ve yet to feel this calm thus far— must be the baijiu, you assume.

With the glass of the shower all fogged up from the steam, you don’t notice Quanxi standing in the doorway when you finally exit it. Unfocused, you jump, the towel in your hand almost slipping out of your grasp.

“I’m beginning to think,” you start, huffing out a flustered breath, “that you’re the lonely one between us.”

“Perhaps I am.” The ice in her own glass clinks against it when she takes a sip, watching you start to pat yourself dry. “I won’t argue with you. I never thought I would feel like this, even after losing them. They were only Fiends, after all. Not entirely human.”

“... does one have to be “entirely human” for someone to love them?”

“… I forgot who I was saying this to,” Quanxi muses, mostly to herself. “You’re young, after all. Insightfulness comes easier to each new generation of life.”

“Something like that,” you halfheartedly confirm, dragging the towel down each of your legs. You sigh— avoiding certain conversations may not be as easy as you’d once thought with this woman, the involvement of alcohol perhaps making it even more of a difficult probability. “Where I’m from… in my time… in my version of Earth, we don’t have different species of humans. But to be loved by anyone, by anything, even by someone non-human, is a joy, and an honour. Don’t justify them being Fiends so you don’t have to grieve over them. And… just be glad you can remember everything about them.”

She smiles back, but it’s distant; spurious. You know full well what the look is for, and decide it’s unfair to call the woman the only lonely one between them, after all.

Quanxi pushes herself off the door’s frame, stumbling very slightly out of her awkward stance.

“I was only in here for ten minutes. How did you manage to get drunk so quickly?”

“Oh, I’m not drunk,” Quanxi swears. “This is my first glass… and I’m a bit of a heavyweight. I just figure I should share some of my vulnerability with you since you’re naked in my home right now. Seems like a fair trade to me.”

You look up at her, having wrapped your head in the towel, and around the washroom.

“Your clothes. Right. I forgot to bring them in. They’re out here.”

“Could you go and grab them?”

“You’re coming back out here anyway, right? Just come and change out here.”

Your eyes narrow. The woman’s already seen her as nude as the day she’d been born, and from her own words, she now lives alone, the existence of those four girls in the photos seemingly otherwise erased from the apartment save for those photos. Being on the penthouse level on one of the tallest buildings around, it’d be unlikely for any of the neighbouring buildings to see—

“You’re overthinking it,” Quanxi calls out. “Is that something you do when you drink alcohol?”

Your attempt at sliding past her in the doorway fails, the taller of the two having lifted her arm to stop you.

“Is it?”

You sigh. Quanxi’s lip lifts into a small smile, and she drops her arm to let you pass and enter the kitchen.

“Is this where you assert yourself on me, and I lower myself into showing you my “gratitude”?” You slip on the folded burgundy tee from the counter, mentally cursing at the woman for supplying you with such a useless piece of fabric, the offending material barely reaching your navel; you shiver. “I’ve read enough fiction in my lifetime to recognize this cliché.”

“Then you must’ve read a crazy amount of sapphic erotica throughout your journey across the stars.” You shake your head and reach for the pants, ignoring Quanxi’s presence at your side. “No,” she answers, “though, I’m glad my intentions go without me having to say anything. A harmless, wordless invitation to share in a little bit of skinship with me. I won’t force you into it, but…”

In still being bare from the hips down, Quanxi dares to smooth a hand across your waist that curls an arm around your middle, and you freeze, your cool skin quick to grow warm under her touch.

“Quanxi—””It’s not lowering yourself to enjoy yourself,” she muses, right next to your ear. You blame your immodesty for the chill that sweeps down your spine. “Let me take your mind out of the stars for the night.”

It’s the alcohol. You’re drunk, too. That’s the only reason. Trying to rationalize your acceptance of the situation with false realities only embarrasses you further— you aren’t drunk. You can’t even call yourself slightly inebriated, not yet. 

Then perhaps it’s your subconscious telling you to cave to Quanxi’s suggestion. To give into the strange offer of reprieve this Earth finds itself willing to give to you.

Her hands travel, soft and featherlight, across your now scalding flesh, and beneath the waistband of the sweats she’d intended on giving you. Loosening them from around your hips, she pushes them down until they slip around your ankles, and with a hand poised at the toned sculpt of her abdomen, she presses you into leaning against the counter behind you.

“Just stand there and stay pretty for me.”

Quanxi doesn’t waste another moment; not particularly keen to stop her, you lean into the hand that cups your jaw, allows her to fit her lips between yours, tries to remember the last time you’d ever kissed or had ever been kissed, and fails. With no other thoughts to keep you tethered to creating distractions for yourself, you keen forward and shift your weight onto a single foot. A small laugh huffs against your lips.

“You are enjoying yourself, aren’t you,” she murmurs. You’re about to argue the opposite, that you’d only been acting agreeable for their best interest, and open your mouth; ever the opportunist, Quanxi is quick to curl her tongue to sweep along the inside of your lips before you get the chance to utter a single word. You flinch, but your own hand stays holding Quanxi’s hips against your own.

Her thighs are thick, discovering them to be more muscular than you’d first presumed when one of them press between your own and shift upward. You gasp, a soft sound, when the coarse material of Quanxi’s denim begins sliding back and forth along your bare clit; you tremble, and grips her sides just a little firmer.

“Ah, see? You don’t have to use your words to show it.”

A hand slips around to hold your neck, Quanxi pulling her mouth hard against yours, and you moan, your breaths shared with each tilt of their head and each swirl of their tongues around the other dense, purposeful. Was it the alcohol making your mind fuzzier? Making your judgment clouded? You hadn’t yearned for something this hard in much too long a time, though it did go without saying— yes, I’m enjoying myself.

You shiver at the sudden soft pecks and harsher licks at the curve of your neck, and Quanxi grinds your crotch against her bouncing thigh a little more insistently when you’d begun to shudder.

“You’re close, right? So soon?” Reluctantly, you find yourself nodding. Quanxi hums. “Not here.” She lowers her knee almost too abruptly, and releases. Your head snaps her way, frowning.

“This isn’t how I want you to come,” she explains, decidedly tugging down her own pants and kicking them away. “Too simple.”

“Why did you stop?”

“It’s only for a moment,” Quanxi assures you. She takes one of your hands and begins pulling you toward the staircase to the loft, quick to guide you along to sitting at the edge of her plush bedding. “Don’t look so frustrated, hm?”

You scoff, but it’s choked, heart still racing from your formerly impending, now lost, orgasm.

“More condescending words of yours,” you mutter, “just like earlier.”

“Condescending words from earlier…” Quanxi pauses. “Do you mean when I called you a “good girl”?”

“Yes. It was patronizing.”

“And… if I were to call you a good girl now?” Quanxi releases her hold around your wrist and, before you can pull them back (whether you were going to or not), fits her fingers through both of yours and kneels between your legs, spreading them further apart with her shoulders. Your entire body flinches, and your arms both jerk upwards with nowhere to go. “Is that still me being condescending? Or…” Quanxi tilts her head forward once more, and licks a stripe upward against your quiver. “… maybe it’s patronizing now?”

“Y-You’ve… well surpassed the definition of both of those words,” you groan.

“Maybe.” Quanxi’s tongue curls, catching on the hood of your clit. You gasp. “But look at you, my little time-traveling friend, behaving so well for me. I think this deserves a little bit of praise; a small reward.”

“Stop talking about it and give it to me, then.”

Quanxi doesn’t speak again, having suddenly busied herself with the wet kisses she supplied to your cunt. Your eyes fly upward to meet hers, tongue flicking so frustratingly calculated between your folds. You stir, arms twitching impatiently in her hold with nowhere to go— until she releases them again. Unable to help herself, you lurch forward, one hand pressing the woman between your thighs deeper into you, the other clawing at the sheets beneath you. When Quanxi goes to mumble something, not bothering to remove her tongue from against you, you send a hazy glare her way.

“Don’t talk, j-just—!” Quanxi’s grip shifts, instead to wind her arms around your thighs when your squirming becomes too uncontrolled. You cry out, a sharp noise that ends up startling you back into biting down on your own lip, as Quanxi suckles on your swollen bud. It’s impossible to stop her, to want to stop her; your hold on her head lessens, though it’s only when your legs begin to tremble in their attempt to fold shut, and when your voice catches in her throat that Quanxi finally pulls away, lips and chin glistening under the moonlight and hair slightly disheveled, and you groan again, a noise that grows progressively louder and more frustrated as the blonde rises back onto her feet.

“I never specified if you’d be the only one getting rewarded,” Quanxi points out, chuckling. “Keep your legs open.”

You manage a frown, but still hold your thighs apart for Quanxi to straddle you. Your hips buck, feeling the sudden pressure, the sudden heat and slick press against her; Quanxi doesn’t waste another moment, having been denying even herself the pleasure she’d now twice ripped away from you— punishment for the frustratingly short answers you’d provided throughout the evening.

Hands falling next to your head to grip the blanket, she rocks forward, lower back instinctively arching upon the friction finally reaching her— Quanxi moans, and you, impatient and shuddering once more, reach behind Quanxi to grab at her ass to pull her tighter into you.

“So eager,” Quanxi groans. Jerkily, she forces your shirt up over your breasts, nipples pert from your arousal, and dips her head down to wrap her lips around one, tongue swirling.

“Quanxi, I—” she pops away, gasping, hips still gyrating and pelvis grinding into yours with such a desperate fervour; she suddenly swivels herself and takes hold of your leg from under her knee, bringing it upwards. “Quanxi—”

“Go on, then,” Quanxi pants. Both mouths dripping, she takes her tongue and drags it up your calf. “Come for me, my little time-traveler.”

You choke on your breath, and your hands seize for Quanxi to hold her in position while you suddenly flip her around, grinding down on her, instead. Teeth gritted, Quanxi pulls and tugs at the sheets, moaning with the sweet relief of her own orgasm, and you tremble, crying out soft and low from the washing over of — finally, finally — your own pleasure.

Spent, you huff at the one-eyed woman when you lower herself down fully onto her pelvis. “Don’t… call me that ever again.”

Quanxi’s laugh is one of disbelief, and has you reddening above her.

“I was supposed to have an early night… I can always sleep on the plane.”

© nc-vb 2024 please don’t repost! reblogs & comments are always appreciated.

[nico-di-genova]

Alex Rossi Lore Drop Night, but it’s more unhinged and insane than normal because Alexander is deranged. And also it’s posted during the day because I forgot to post last night.

Has acquired, from a select group of people in the paddock, a list of drivers who are “packing heat” - as when drivers are getting in the car they have to ‘adjust’ and so a list has been compiled.

Bribed his way out of a speeding ticket one time with a sticker. In 2021, when in Mexico for the preparation for Baja, he got pulled over for speeding. Offered the cops two Honda racing stickers and they let him go.

James has called Alex a masochist a few times throughout the podcast, I’m starting to think he’s not joking.

Alex has, or had, a 5 pound jar of Jelly Bellies that the others referred to as his “Covid Beans” because Alex would dig through and eat only his favorites, leaving the rest. He has a ranking of his favorites and its word for word as follows:

Buttered popcorn, number 1.

Toasted marshmallow, number 2.

Watermelon, number 3.

Lemon lime, number 4.

Margarita, number 5.

Number 6 would be coconut.

Number 7 would be black licorice.

Number 8 would be cinnamon.

Number 9 would be cherry.

And 10…ugh, tens a tough one. It depends if it’s the Krispy Kreme edition, or if it’s the A&W edition, because the rootbeer one can be good, sprite one can be pretty good. Also just the normal, traditional donut flavor one - Krispy Kreme donut flavor one - is quite good.

He knew there are exactly 53 flavors of Jelly Belly and he was quick to correct Tim when he referred to them as jelly beans, because they are not jelly beans.

True to his competitive nature, James has said that Alex hates testing because it is not competitive - “He likes driving cars, but he likes beating people more than he likes driving cars.”

Also true to his competitive nature, James and Alex had to take an impact test (I think this is what it was, idk what it tests for) and this interaction happened on the podcast:

He studies for his health tests apparently, like a NERD, like a COMPETITIVE NERD. Also, he knew this link off the top of his head with no hesitation, and it actually works.

He’s a freak, he’s a loser, he’s so endlessly endearing to me.

[prettyoddfever]

This off-white t-shirt that was for sale at some shows during the 2008 Honda Civic Tour was really popular and was usually the one you'd see people asking other fans to grab for them in late spring because their show sold out in their size. This is the shirt that was sewn into a vest for Ryan that season btw:

FBR added this shirt to their webstore in August 2008 and some sizes sold out quickly but then got restocked. I remember some people complaining that FBR's shirt was a slightly different color than the one on tour, but others said it was the same. Idk, it looked like the same general off-white color to me. The band's name was still on the back of the right sleeve:

I liked this design because it was SO different from most t-shirt designs in this era (like in general, not just PATD) and was way more minimalist. A fan created some pngs that we could print out to iron on our own shirts, so I'll add them here if anyone wants them. They used the "Big Noodle Tilting" font and created their own heart:

That fall Hot Topic also came out with an off-white tote that had the same large "reinvent love" design on one side. Then the design of the band name (from the t-shirt's sleeve) got a heart added and was enlarged to be the graphic on the other side of the tote. The inside of the bag was a floral pattern that reminded me of the striped hoodie's lining:

FBR clearly loved how successful this whole design was. The webstore included a bonus sticker in the order packages for P!ATD fans in fall 2008:

The Rock Band Live Tour shows in fall 2008 used the same type of graphic:

And the shows on that tour had a black tote & shirt for sale:

Spencer did an interview with Out.com this season that had this question:

The most popular items at your merch booth seem to be a t-shirt and bag that say “Reinvent Love,” which is such a strong, inclusive message. Tell me about how that became the band slogan. It started out as a lyric in “Mad as Rabbits.” It was the last song we were recording for the album, and as we figured out how to fit it into the end of the song, it took on some more anthem-style cheer. As we went on tour, me and Ryan [Ross, Panic’s guitarist] talked about making a “Reinvent Love” shirt. At first it was just going to be on the Fueled By Ramen web store, just a limited edition thing because it didn’t have our band name on the front, and we didn’t know how many people would want to wear that. It ended up being a lot more popular than we thought it would. We were ending all of the concerts with that song, so that was the last thing that people were hearing. We wouldn’t want to be a part of anything that wasn’t that kind of that message. If there’s going to be some saying associated with our band, that’s a pretty good one. It goes along with everything we want to represent and the way that we feel.

This bracelet was added to FBR's webstore in December 2008 (after the Pretty. Odd. era had basically ended & around the time that Live in Chicago was released):

By the time this necklace got added to FBR's webstore in January 2009, a lot of fans were tired of this theme:

The necklace spawned more fan jokes about what was coming next at that point... my favorite was still the musical toaster:

So in March 2009 FBR just added the black shirt & tote to their webstore (the ones that were sold at shows in fall 2008) and then let the phrase rest so they could soon move onto overusing the return of the exclamation mark. lol jk.

[deexchanel]

BM4

Word Count: 2,995

Pairing: Chris Evans x BlackFem!OC

Warning: Swearing, Arguments, Angst, Fluff & Jealousy.

Summary: They meet for the planned lunch date. Chris still has a lot of things on his mind that he wants to speak about.

A/N: I’M BACKK FRIENDSS! Might not be for a long time but definitely for a good time. For the sake of my chapters Liv is 4 instead of 3, carry on. mwahhh 🫦

**I'm going to come back to edit later, cause right now its getting irritating**

<<<<BM, BM2, BM3 >>>>

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“Lively.” Ryelle sighed after the phone call ended. She is not caving into no more sweet sucker bullshit. He chose Minka when he decided to stay with her. You want Ry? You should’ve left with her. “We haven’t fully celebrated your birthday since they planned an event yesterday. Are you sure you want to hang out with your Dad today?"

Lively contemplated the proposition being proposed at hand. This weekend has been crazy but it is this supposedly hot girl summer her mom keeps calling it. Her answer remained the same. “Yes! I want pasta"

“Ugh okay! I don’t know why you are cool with your Dad, he and I are beefing right now.” Ryelle shook her head, getting up from the counter. Lively climbed down from the seat giggling at her momma. They began making their way down the hallway. “Beef? What does that mean?” 

“It means when I see your Dad, I’m gonna.” She turned around picked up Liv and started swirling her around. The 4-year-old lets out her beautiful giggle, latching on to her mother. “Mommy, put me downn!!”

“Neverr!” Ry yelled playfully as she ran towards Liv’s room so they could change out of exercise clothes and into something cute. She dropped her gently on the bed. “Do you want to stay in this outfit or change?”

“Change!” Liv screamed while rolling around so she could get up from the pile of stuffed animals. “Changee? What you changing for girl?” Ry joked as she looked through Liv’s closet. Liv finally got out of the struggle and followed her mom into the closet. “So I can look pretty for Daddy like you do!”

“Like I do? Liv I get pretty for myself baby. We don’t get pretty for a man.” Ryelle turned around holding up two different colored tights. Lively jumped pointing at the yellow tights she wanted to wear. “We get pretty for ourselves.” Ry smothers her face with kisses. 

“Mommy.” She giggled turning red from all the love given. They proceeded their morning routine like no other as R&B played lowly in the background. Ryelle enjoyed moments like this with her baby girl and she’ll forever cherish them. She loves the bond they have, appreciating that she’s able to give love that she didn’t receive. 

Chris eventually texted her the location of the restaurant he wanted them to meet at. After putting on perfume and lipgloss, the girl was out the door, into the beautiful city.

Ryelle parked her Honda Accord near the entrance seeing the black suv’s, Chris’s security were most likely sitting in.

She turned down the music looking at Liv in her carseat. “Ready?”

“Ready!” Liv gave a big smile.

Ryelle shook her head not believing she’s actually here. It’s still fuck Chris.

It took them a minute but they walked into the restaurant, hand in hand. When walking in, Ryelle went towards the hostess stand but security stepped in the way.

“Ryelle right this way ma’am”

“O-Oh Okay!” She responded a bit confused and was taken off guard. The security guided them to this gorgeous private section where Chris sat there looking at the menu. Liv’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. “Daddy!!”

She let go of her mother’s hand running towards her father. Chris sat the menu down instantly sliding out of his seat, kneeling with his arms wide open. “ Lively!!”

She ran into his arms giving him the biggest hug. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too Princess.” He held her tightly, giving her the biggest kiss on her cheek. Ry checked out his outfit as she walked, starting to feel they were so under dressed as she got closer. He has a nice ass suit and they look like they’re going shopping at the mall what the hell.

By time Ryelle made it to the table, he stood up with Liv in his arms. He shifted her over to give Ry a hug but she waved him off.

That definitely made him raise an eyebrow but Liv captured his attention before he could speak on it. “Do I look pretty Daddy?”

Chris gave her a big smile, “You look beautiful my love. Your outfit is stunning.” He gave her a kiss on the forehead and she let out a giggle. Chris was sitting with Liv in lap as they sat down at the table. Ry rolled her eyes mumbling, picking up the menu.

“With that expensive ass suit on and them ugly ass shoes.”

Chris looked up from the menu. “What you say?”

“You heard what I said.”

“What’s with the petty comments?”

"I'm just saying, you look as if you're going to a movie premiere while we look like we're going to a football game or something."

He held his hand up in defense,"Well I had an important meeting after our lunch date so-"

"Whatever Chris.", She waved him off.

Chris smacks his lips out of irritation from being cut off, letting go of the conversation cause he didn't like the attitude coming from Ry.

“Mommy said yall are beefing. What that mean?” Liv interrupted the conversation being her innocent self. Chris made a face towards his baby’s mother, now fed up with the secret animosity.

“We got a problem now? Ryelle I haven’t done shit to you and now you have a problem with me? What the hell.”

“Chris are we going to ignore the fact that your fiance pulled up on us kissing last night and we’re meeting today like everything normal! That doesn’t bother you??"

“No it doesn’t bother me cause I told you from the jump Saturday morning that I want this. I want my family Ryelle, I want you. You make me feel comfortable, make me feel like I belong!”

“That’s flattering Chris but you’re going about this wrong! All of this is wrong!”

“Me wanting to love you is wrong-”

“No it's how certain you were on marrying Minka last week now you’re wanting to marry me like what?! Do you hear how crazy that sounds!!”

Chris voice started to raise, sensing that Ryelle wasn't taking him seriously,“I don’t give a fuck about what's crazy any more. I am determined to get what I want and thats you!” Liv clutched onto his arm not liking the tone of his voice.

"Lower your voice." Ry grit through her teeth, seeing how antsy Liv was getting in his lap. Before Chris could respond, the waitress came to their table.

"Hi, what can I start you guys off with today?"

"We'll do the crab claws for our appetizer." Chris then turn his attention towards his daughter in his arms. "Liv do you want that as well or would you like something else?"

Liv peeked up a moment, speaking gently, "Mozzy Sticks."

"Mozzy Sticks it is love, anything else?"

She shook her head, going back to her cuddle spot knowing that her parent were going to start arguing as soon as the lady left. The things they talk about genuinely confuses her and she wishes they would stop arguing. Mommy told her that it is disrespectful for her to interrupt adults conversation but she is tired of hearing her parents bicker. Why can't her parents be like Melanie parents? They never argue.

Liv glanced back and forth between her parents as their conversation sparked as soon as the lady left like she said. Ugh!

" Am I wasting my time? You know I've been showing you how I’m into you but I do not received the same energy back.”

"Shit Chris, I need to be asking the same thing! I don't trust the fact that you claim that you are in love with me. Truthfully I've been in love with you since the first day we met, I've never stopped." Ryelle confessed as she runs her hand through her hair. She instantly fumbles with fingers knowing the conversation was getting deeper.

“I’m just not going to blurt something out like that. You’ve been gone for months and summers, you thought I was going to hop in your arms like that. No, I need time and reassurance.”

Chris pinches the bridge of his nose, “I will Ry but you haven't been 100% with me either. ” It’s his turn now to do the grilling cause looking back, he doesn’t know much about Ry. “Are you dating or talking to another guy?”

Thank God, the waitress came over to the table with their appetizers. They gave the her their order of what they would like to eat. Liv sat up straight facing the table, she began eating along with her parents. After Ryelle took the first bite, she proceeded to give him the answer.

“I do talk to someone Chris…”

Chris looked up from his plate so fast, “What?? You’ve been having the men your dating around my daughter?!”

Ry looked at him in disbelief, “No! I don’t even play like that, plus that's not what you asked!!” irritation starts kicking back in. “Can’t believe you trying to play me!”

“I’m just stating facts. I need to know if you’re bringing her around them. Who is he? Matter fact, what’s his name??” Chris attitude kick in as he sat the fork down roughly. It clanked against the plate making Liv jump.

“Calm down with your aggressiveness, you’re scaring Liv!” Ryelle sat her fork down as well. Now she raised her voice, “PLUS, you can’t ask shit to me about who I’m dating. You just came back in the picture, slow your damn roll!”

“The fuck you mean I can't Ryelle, I’ve been expressing my love to you! I have every right to know!”

“Chris I will cuss you out if you don’t calm down.”

“Ryelle I’m just saying like be so real right now.”

“That don’t mean talk to me crazy!”

“You been talking to me crazy this whole time. Don’t fucking act stupid!”

“Chris do not make me knock your ass out! Just because I talk to someone doesn’t mean that I’m bringing random men around Liv. I wouldn’t do no crazy shit like that!” Now Ryelle stood up from the table slightly leaning over it, she pointed at him. “Stop fucking playing with me!”

“You knew you had another guy in the picture, letting me look stupid confessing my love to you. I feel like a complete fucking fool!” Chris abruptly stood up as well, tightly gripping onto Liv. The swift movement made her smear the marinara sauce against her face and drop the cheese stick she held. That was it for Liv.

Lively began sobbing which instantly grabbed the attention of both her parents. “What’s wrong?!”

She squirmed out of his arms, running to the nearest corner of the room. Ryelle tries to call her but Liv rejected it.

“Lively, baby…”

"No!"

Ryelle is big on giving Liv her space when she starts crying. It took all her might not go over there and care for her baby. Both of them let out a sigh, knowing their conversation got way too heated between them. "Chris I'm sorry for having an attitude when we arrived and not keeping my cool. I shouldn't have been so caught up in us to realize this lunch date was meant for spending time with Liv, not arguing."

Chris grabbed her hand placing a kiss," Do not apologize Ryelle, I should've controlled my jealousy. I wanted to talk about us as much as you wanted to so this is both on us. I am truly sorry, please don't let this be a reason that I don't see her again." His face turned red a bit as tears welled into his eyes. Just thinking of his life without Liv's beautiful smile, crushes him.

"I wouldn't do that to you Chris, she deserves to be in your life." Ryelle pulled him into a hug. He gave her a squeeze as they hugged for a min. She pulled back from the hug hearing that Liv's cries have soften." We should go check on her now."

"Okay." Chris placed a kiss on her forehead and they held hands as they made way toward their daughter. Lively held her knees closes, while still wiping her tears. It broke their heart to see her like that, wanting to prevent situation like this in the future.

Both Chris and Ryelle squatted by their Princess. Ry spoke up softly,"Lively baby, Mommy and Daddy ruined your day with our problems. You're too young to be dealing with this and with that we are genuinely sorry Princess."

"Yes baby girl, we are genuinely sorry."

Lively looked up at them with glossy eyes. "Why you can't be like Melanie's parents?" She glanced between both her parents. "They don't yell, you always yell at each other. Is it about me? Is it s-something wrong with me?" Tears fell from her eyes. This broke Ryelle even more, she started crying while wiping the food from Liv's face.

"No! There isn't anything wrong with you Princess. Daddy and I were bumping heads that's all but no more of that."

" Lively Evans, you are perfect in every single way. Your mom and I will figure out this problem. I will make all of this up to you." Chris placed a kiss on her forehead, aw man his heart. "I love you and I love your mother to the fullest." He opened his arms, hoping that she would still come to him. Lively went back into his arms," I love you too."

They both let go of the breath they didn't know they were holding. A part of them hoped their daughter didn't hate them. During the interactions, the waitress brought their lunch but didn't want to interrupt. So they came back to the table to finish their lunch date.

Ryelle was quiet, so many things ran through her mind. She wants this, she wants Chris. There are just so many obstacles that come in the way. Do she just want keep her guard up or say fuck it and let him in? If she do, what are the consequences? Would she be happy? There are so many questions that Ryelle doesn't know if she wants to explore yet. She looked up from her plate of pasta seeing Chris and Lively in their own world sharing food plus jokes.

“Yeah, you get to meet my dog Dodger.”

“Dodger?”

“Yes sweetheart.”

She would love to see this sight for the rest of her life, man the love she has for this man is so strong. Ryelle didn't even know she had zoned out staring at the two loves of her life. "Mommy, what you looking at?"

That pulled Ry out of her trance to see them looking at her with confused expressions. "My bad guys, I was lost in my thoughts."

"She's not going to admit that she was staring at our beauty." Chris sassed to Liv's which made her giggle. Ryelle shook her head at their silliness, letting a smile creep unto her face "I wasn't."

"Oo Guess what!!"Lively spoke excitedly, looking up to her Dad. He gave her his full attention.

"What is it love bug?"

"I go to school tomorrow!"

Chris didn't understand why she mentioned school but he kept the conversation going," Are you excited? You get to hang out with your friends again."

Ryelle giggled at his confusion and spoke up in the conversation. "Chris you know she doesn't have a sense of time. She meant to say it's the first day of school tomorrow."

Now this had Chris excited, he get to experience a milestone. "First day of school Liv, that's great news! You’re a big girl now." Lively stood up in the chair, wrapping her arms around him. He wrapped one arm around her to secure that she won’t fall.

"Yes Daddy! Are you going to be there when I go?"

"Even better sweetheart, I'll be there in the morning to drop you off and pick you up."

"Yayyy!!! Mommy did you hear that?"”

Ryelle gave her daughter a smile, “Yess, I heard the great news. I’ll have you up and ready by time he gets there.” Chris began poking Lively all over sending her into a giggling fit. During this whole time neither one of them have checked their phone.

Ryelle reached for her phone to check the time. It was 3:26 p.m. They had been there for over 2 hours. That made her wonder about Chris’s meetings.

“Uh Chris, what happened to your meeting? We’ve been here for the past two hours.”

“Oh crap, I haven’t checked my phone since you guys got here.”Chris facepalmed as he grabbed his phone probably checking thousands of messages. “I’ll get James to cancel it. Now let’s get the check then go out for ice cream, yeah?”

He canceled his important plans for them. He canceled…plans… for them… Ryelle just sat there fighting a smile from growing. They stared into each other eyes for a second but Ry broke it with tension rising,“Liv is ice cream fine?”

“Ice creamm!”

Ryelle smiled at them, cleaning up around the table. Chris stood up letting go of Liv for a moment, he sat down a couple bills from his pocket. She leaped into his arms and Chris caught her in time.

“Oomf.”

“Liv be careful baby.” Ryelle cautioned as she grabbed her purse from the chair. Chris grabbed Ry hand as they began walking out of the restaurant.

“How about I spend the rest of the day with you guys?” Chris questioned once they stood in front of her car. He gave her a kiss on the cheek, “I’m not taking no for a answer.”

Ryelle looked away in shyness, he still makes her nervous. “That’s fine with me Chris.”

Yeah so all that stuff she was talking about earlier after the phone call,ignore that. Ryelle is weak in the knees, she can’t help but admit it. He cares about her and Liv, that's the part she loves the most. Maybe them taking things slow will help them blossom a beautiful relationship.

When Chris placed Lively in the carseat, Ry still stood outside of the car in a daze. He walked over to the driver side grabbing her waist,"You are so beautiful my love. I could admire your beauty all day everyday."

"Chrisss." A blush crept unto her face trying to push him away from her so he couldn't see.

Chris lets out a laugh knowing he have made her nervous, he placed a finger under her chin so she can look at him. "Come here." He convinced, placing his lips onto hers. Ryelle melted into the kiss, letting out a slight moan when his hand gripped her ass.

This man has her wrapped around his finger, oh god!

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Heyy guys! It's been two years since I've posted and honestly I don't have any reason for that lol. Life be lifing and I just be needing to hop on the train of staying intune with myself. It's been a minute guys but thank you for still loving & supporting my page.

Thank you, Thank you, Thank you.

You will see me very soon ;)

Stay Slutty My Friends <3

[anna-neko]

hello and welcome to yet another DnDads live show notes, the Boston edition

Once again, shout-out to all you awesome nerds out there!!! Ms Mothman, at least 2 Trudy's, a delightful group in Teen High shirts... I've been given bracelets, a tiny crocheted heart, smol die (d12) as black as my soul~♡ and most absolutely freakin amazingly someone remembered me frm before!!

--- Glenn dad fact is instead of the "boston left" his beat up tour van does a "Glenn left" ...which is just turning left whenever the fuck u want, slowly edging into that space while just sheepishly gesturing (like sorry! dunno what happened! unidentifiable arm flailing) .. this maneuver works about 93% of the time

--- Darryl dad fact is he loves mowing lawns so much! ....that the only time he got arrested was....for hopping on thr Boston Common lawnmower when the Park Ranger was distracted.... and mowing some of that oldest grass in the country!

--- Henry dad fact was a Massachusetts fact about his favorite "Henry"

--- tonight's adventure involved time-travel

--- they go to Ancient Rome

--- Anthony kept trying to name places, failing (Acropolis?!?! no!) and getting audience yelling at him. Will knew the differnt types of classic columns and threw a quick pun in there

--- Glenn gets moar guns and nowhas a whole $18 in his wallet

--- as a vegan Henry believes the only ethical meat for him to eat...would have been...himself the dads proceed to eat their dead future selves (that appeared inna very beat up Honda Odyssey with Paeden at the wheel) Freddie is the only one failing his roll and getting no bonuses

--- it wasn't really relevant game-wise but the bonuses were: for eating "himself" all of Henry's spell slots are doubled for eating Glenn - Ron can do all of his spells now for eating himself Darryl can do FOUR attacks (aka his own attacks are doubled)

--- Abe Lincoln and JKF make out

--- columns everywhere.... So Many Columns

--- while doing a "macho" walk with a water bottle wagging about as his dick... the bottle cap POPPED OFF and water spilled everywhere yes there's already video online

--- in an unrelated scene, Anthony totalz broke Will... who didn't just facepalm and turn away in his chair... Will stood up and wandered off stage for a sec!!

--- Freddie forgot that there was still one more musical number to go and started doin the "end of East Coast tour" guitar giveaway waaay too early

--- Beth trying to describe the most perfect shoulder ((Freddie cuts in that his most perf shoulder is pork)) ...someone in audience yells an actor name, Anthony yells back for them to stop interrupting a woman being horny

--- Darryl can't chose between which president....someone yells he has two hands... queue Matt agreeing, leaning back confidently with his arms behind his head

-- they killed half of Caesar's crew, Statue of Liberty is now a giant statue of Darryl ((Anthony copies Matt's earlier lean pose to illustrate)), Mt Rushmore is just JFK & Abe making out, The Civil War never happened

--- Ron has a +1 in Religion ...where does it come from? Above, clearly

--- Ron trying (and failing) to get Dionysius to invest in his...Caesar Salad business opportunity (did Beth forget what even goes into a salad?)

but really, lets be honest. We all paid money just for this moment

[choco-pudding]

Space Channel 5 Part 2: Sugoku Sugoi Guide Book p. 180-189 (Translations by @lavoszero and myself. Edits and typesetting by myself)

Third Part of the bonus content and first part of the character profiles. Content from this point onward will just be the character profiles.

Edit, 12/13/23: Fixed some visual errors.

Imgur link to all of the Sugoku Sugoi Guide Book translations we’ve done thus far.

Plain text below.

p. 180 Miss Ulala's Changing Room

My Personal Favorites: The Sexy 7

Maybe this is a tad frivolous, but I compiled a list of my absolute favorites among the many outfits that I like. I hope that you'll enjoy this list.

Sexy 1: Total Darkness Miss Ulala Head-to-toe in crocodile leather, it's Total Darkness Miss Ulala. Her hair looks so cool in black.

Sexy 2: Camo Miss Ulala She looks strong but still has that dreamy look. I like the way she poses, so smooth and clean cut.

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Sexy 3: School Days Miss Ulala There's a fad for wearing these kinds of outfits. It's not my thing, but she looks great, right?

Sexy 4: Sun Tan Miss Ulala It’s the just the Channel 5 uniform, but it’s a rare sight to see Miss Ulala so sun tanned.

Sexy 5: Shopping Miss Ulala Selected for its unique status as personal wear. Take a close look, there isn't a Channel 5 logo in sight.

Sexy 6: Refreshing Miss Ulala The blue and white stripes are refreshingly fresh. Looks cool and keeps her cool, too.

Sexy 7: China Girl Miss Ulala The China girl outfit! Ehem. It's perfect for Mahjong. Her hair looks so good, I like the way she styled it into buns.

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p. 182 Witness List

~A Record of 120 Individuals Who Danced in Purge’s Master Plan to Make the Whole Galaxy Dance~

Concluding this book is a compilation of the known suspects and victims, interviewed by the officers assigned this case. Not all individuals who were abducted are listed, and, in some instances, details were added to the publication without permission. Rest assured, those indisputably involved in resolving the case are registered. Additionally, this book is an accumulation of testimonies from those involved. As such, we are confident in this book’s value as a historical document. It'll be a beneficial contribution to the Space Police Cultural Research Department's ever growing library, as requested by their history experts. –Pine

Mm, well, that’s all the profiles recorded. Below the registration number and the individual's name is the registration location,and below that is the text that appear on the profile screen. Then there’s the notes section. It works like this: you notice how the secret input note for character 002 says "(see 115)" at the end? That means you gotta check out character 115’s profile before character 002 will fess up the details. There are notes on how to receive certain outfits and items, too. Well, I'm outta here. –Texas

Pine · Eastern Galaxy Sector Texas · Western Galaxy Sector

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001: Ulala Recording Location: From the start Profile: Channel 5 Reporter. Born May 30. Blood type: B. She may have (inadvertently) saved the galaxy the while giving it her all the other day, but she’s still a rookie. While her boss, Fuse, scolds her daily, she’s dreaming of becoming the best reporter in the whole galaxy! Note: Game Hints: If you talk to her after clearing the main story but before clearing World 2's Report 2, she's tell you that World 2 is now playable and there find lots of new characters that can only be found World 2.

002: Pudding Recording Location: Report 2: After clearing the report Profile: Channel 42 Reporter. Born September 5. Blood type: AB. She has an excessive and intense rivalry with Ulala. Her competitive-fueled destructive behavior is unpredictable. This time, she’s trying to stop Ulala with her new guitar in tow. Da-nan! Note, Secret Inputs: Information for a secret input in Report 5 (see 115).

003: Pine Recording Location: Report 3: After clearing the report Profile: Space Police Chief of the Eastern Galaxy District. Born June 5. Blood type: A. She is a beautiful woman that is accompanied by a theme song, written and composed herself, whenever she appear. She is dedicated to maintaining order across the galaxy. Hobbies include swimming, reading, and space horse riding. She has a younger twin sister named Texas. Note, Item Received: Gives you the green onion item if you check her profile after clearing the first six reports.

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004: Sexy 1 Recording Location: Report 3: After clearing the report Profile: A female space police officer that backs up Pine. Real name: Mimi. Her father, the Space Police Commissioner, inspired her to choose her profession. She's scary fast and can hit a drum 97 times per second if she gets serious about it. Steering the Playgirl is her responsibility. Note, Secret Inputs: Information for four secret inputs in Report 3 (see 113).

005: Sexy 2 Recording Location: Report 3: After clearing the report Profile: A female space police officer that backs up Pine. Real name: Lily. Recently assigned to this district last month and this is her first full-on mission. She loves Pine like an older sister. It may not be apparent due to slender frame but her grip strength is out of this world; she can crush space bricks with just one hand. Note, Game Hints: You can also hit the drums with UP, LEFT, or RIGHT. And, if you go to OPTIONS, select KEY ASSIGNMENT, and assign DOWN to an open button, you can hit the drums with that button!

006: Shadow Recording Location: Report 1: After clearing the report Profile: The Ground Leader of the mysterious dance gang, the Rhythm Rogues. Leads bands of robots in raids across the universe, forcing innocent people to dance and capturing them in transport ships. His over-the-top actions and crimson scarf that flutters without any regard to gravity are big parts of his appeal. Note:

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007: Shadow Imposter Recording Location: Report 5: After clearing the report Profile: A BuffBot utilizing a hologram to transform into Shadow in order to throw Ulala off. Contrary to its purpose, even the subtle differences are surprisingly easy to spot. When changed into this form, he can move quite happily with eight times the usual the speed. Note:

008: Space Michael Recording Location: Report 4: After clearing the report Profile: A Super Star that rocked the galaxy, a Super Dancer that transcended space and time. At everyone’s request, he’s now Space Channel 5 Station Chief, filling the once vacant seat (his predecessor stepped down after being involved in a scandal). He watches over Ulala and her crew. The tension is unchanged. Note, Secret Inputs: Information for a secret input in Report 5 (see 115).

009: Jaguar Recording Location: From the start Profile: Space Pirate Broadcasting Station reporter. He has a history of saving Ulala's life, even did so the other day. This time around, after sensing a new evil presence, this elusive truth seeker hurried out to conduct an investigatory infiltration mission. He hasn't been heard from since… Note, Item Received: Gives you the crimson rose item if you check his profile after clearing Report 5.

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010: Cloaked Purge Recording Location: Report 4: After clearing the report Profile: The leader of the Rhythm Rogues. 18 years old, Blood type: A. A boy genius who achieved success in field of electromagnetic robotics at a young age. Convinced by his own delusion, he believes that it’s his destiny to lead the "foolish and unhappy masses of the galaxy" to a world without worries (paradise) by forcing everyone to dance. He grew up surrounded by robots. Note:

011: Peace Recording Location: Report 2: After clearing the report Profile: Our one and only Space President. He works hard, day and night, to bring smiles and happiness to all of those in the galaxy. The Song Energy created by his singing is enough to bring tears to even those with the coldest of hearts. Note:

012: Noize Recording Location: From the start Profile: A real jack-of-all-trades, he can do anything from broadcasting music, repairing space broadcasting shuttles, to designing new types of mikes. He mainly gives Ulala technical support. Fuse recruited him from Channel 66 to be Channel 5’s Technical Development Chief without any regard to the other channel. He’s unusually modest and polite. Note, Item Received:

Check his profile twice and he'll announce he's developing a new mic. If you check out profiles 022 and 018—in that order—then speak to Noize again, he'll give you the the Ear of Corn item. After receiving the Ear of Corn and clearing Report 3, he'll announce he's developing an ice cream cone shaped mic. If you check out profiles 050 and 046—in that order—then speak to Noize again, he'll give you the Ice Cream Cone item.

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013: Evila Recording Location: Report 4: After clearing the report Profile: The newest model of Channel 5’s security robots. These are mass produced copies of the Perfect Reporter Robot, something the former Chief made in order to stop Ulala in her tracks. Thanks to the Michael Chip that Noize installed in them, they’re now reliable allies and dependable dance partners. They patrol the station. Note, Secret Inputs: Information for a secret input in Report 4.

014: Padding Recording Location: World 2, Report 2: After clearing the report Profile: A comedienne who recently added an impersonation of Pudding to her act. She’s 48 years old. She stars in singing and other such shows at the Space Health Center. She dominated Channel 5's 42nd Entertainment Awards. Her talents are vast, she can even do comedy skits in sign language. She has lots of fans. Note:

015: Texas Recording Location: World 2, Report 3: After clearing the report Profile: Pine's twin sister. She's the Space Police officer in charge of Western Galaxy Shopping District. Her motto is "You break the rules, and we'll break you!" She’s infamous for arbitrarily confiscating space bikes left in front of the station. She’s staunchly feared by locals. Note:

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016: Dancing Purge Recording Location: Report 6: After clearing the report Profile: A more stunning version of Purge, who dances with burning fury now that he's absorbed the dance energy that was sucked out of the audience. Once he starts swinging his hips, it’s all over. It’s a signal that he’s starting to bend dimensions. Note:

017: Space Guide Recording Location: Report 1: Space Symphony · Lounge C Profile: A sexy tour guide from Viscount Travel. When she gets a moment to herself, she can’t help but swing her sweet hips. If tourists aren’t sightseeing, they’re spending their time chatting with her. She collects pennants and key rings from all over the universe. Note, Secret Inputs: Information for a secret input in Report 1 (see 111).

018: Space Granny Recording Location: Report 1: Space Symphony · Lounge B Profile: The retired guitarist and vocalist for the legendary band “Scan Teens.” Despite her age, she’s still down to boogieing all night with some Space Hippies. Her daughter-in-law always warns her not to get involved with those people and to stop being reckless. Note, Item: One of two people involved in receiving the Ear of Corn item.

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019: Money Bags Recording Location: Report 1: Space Symphony · Lounge A Profile: An aristocrat who owns 7 dwarf planets and 16 space cruisers. He was enjoying a secret love cruise when the Rhythm Rogues attacked. Even worse, since his rescue was broadcasted for all to see, his relatives that caught it on TV have been poking their noses into his business. Note, Secret Inputs: Information for a secret input in Report 1 (see 111).

020: Chorus Lady Recording Location: Report 1: Space Symphony · Lounge B Profile: The haughty owner of the Space Office Building. She is a singer at the Dark Nest pub on B-2 of the same building. She is currently on a relaxation tour of the open-air shopping mall. She adores pink cherry pies. Her goal is to snag a tenant that wants to open a delish western-style pastry shop. Note, Secret Inputs: Information for a secret input in Report 1 (see 111).

021: Mr. Dreadlocks Recording Location: Report 1: Space Symphony · Lounge B Profile: An instructor at the Cosmic Music Academy. Popular with students, but considered somewhat problematic by the school president. On his days off, while doing laundry and so on, he watches the clouds drift by on the rooftop while playing relaxing music. Note, Secret Inputs: Information for two secret inputs in Report 1 (see 111).

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[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Alright this is the most important thing I've ever asked you guys-

I feel like Ghost would be more of a Cruiser style kind of guy, but that's not to say I don't want him on a sports bike because oh my god-

Anyways, pictures under the cut & all bikes, regardless of color in the pictures, are going to be written in all black w. little skeleton accents!

Entries are also perfectly fine - if you have any ideas/headcanons, send 'em in! I also see Ghost in a more vintage model bike, but as of right now these models will do for a general style/baseline.

BMW F850 GS:

2023 CB1000R Black Edition:

2023 XSR700:

Honda rebel 500:

Yamaha Bolt R-Spec:

All pictures go to the respective owners