#I’m gonna have to sort through this all fml

[lovingempress]

You know you have a tab issue when you have 6 of the same tab open over the course of a year 💀

Fam have you ever left a fic tab open because “you were gonna read it later” but then forget about it and get distracted by like 15 other fics?

Yea, so I knew I had it bad, but I just found multiple tabs that are just the same page, the same fic, or the same author and I had NO IDEA THEY WERE OPEN

#When the fandom is so small that you only have so much to read so you reread the same things over and over but forget that you already have a tab open for that 💀 😂

[epicbuddieficrecs]

Weekly Recap | February 19th-25th 2024

I just realized this weekend that I'm gonna be away on a work conference the day of the premiere AND the next day 🙃 FML 🤦‍♀️

Complete

🔥 the kiln-blaze in my body by lamardeuse/ @lamardeuse (Post-S4 | 17K | Explicit): It's nearly six months before Buck tells anyone.

Leveling Up by lamardeuse/ @lamardeuse (Poker Date spec | 6K | Mature): When he rose to his feet, he found both Eddie and Maddie staring at him. “What?” “You, uh,” Eddie said, his eyes looking sort of glazed over. “You just did measurements by eye. And math.” “In your head,” Maddie said. “Huh,” Buck said. “Yeah, that was – weird.”

We blossom and ask no reason by lamardeuse / @lamardeuse (Canon Divergent, Florist!Eddie | 6K | Mature): “Hen!” Eddie turned at the shout to see a tall blond firefighter built like a brick wall jogging toward them. As he came closer, Eddie amended that to ridiculously pretty brick wall. Holy shit, now Eddie realized why those firefighter calendars were so popular.

🔥 The Definition of Love and All Things Ineffable by ElvenSorceress/ @elvensorceress (Post-S5 | 29K | Teen): Maddie asks him, like she’s been waiting to ask him, “Does Christopher call you ‘Uncle Buck’?” “No,” Buck answers. “Why?” “He called me Aunt Maddie. You’re far closer to him than I am. I thought if I’m his aunt, you’d have to be his uncle. Why wouldn’t you be Uncle Buck?” And Buck doesn’t really have an answer. It’s just. It’s wrong. He’s not Chris’ Uncle Buck. Maybe he should be? Maybe he’s supposed to be? He shrugs and uneasiness settles in his stomach. What more could he ever be to Chris but an uncle? ~ In which Buck processes his breakup, learns his place in his family, has a huge crisis of sexuality, and finds the truth about love beating in his own heart. 

🔥 counteroffer by buckleyseddie/ @buckleyseddie (Season 6, Getting Together | 25K | Teen): Or in order for Buck to make it up to Eddie, Eddie suggests that Buck gives him one hundred kisses. 

That's What Friends Are For by phdmama/ @phdmama (Friends With Benefits to Lovers | 4K | Explicit): Eddie shows up an hour later. He’s clearly gone home and showered, as his hair is damp. He’s wearing sweats and a t-shirt that Buck is pretty sure is his, and he smells of soap and bacon. No, wait, the bacon scent is coming from the bag of takeout containers he’s carrying in one hand. Buck’s eyes narrow at the sight of the object Eddie’s clutching in his other hand. “Tequila?” he asks, raising one eyebrow and then laughs when Eddie just makes a bitchy face back at him. “I mean, I’m in, obviously, but it’s like nine in the morning.”

Like Lovers Do by phdmama/ @phdmama (Accidental Sexting | 5K | Explicit): The thing is, Eddie knows Buck’s body as well as he knows his own, maybe even better. He’s seen Buck changing, averted his eyes from Buck striding naked into the showers in the locker room. Eddie has watched Buck push through a workout, he’s pressed his hands to Buck’s flesh as if he could stop the bleeding through sheer force of will. He’s woken up to Buck sleeping on his couch or stumbling around his kitchen, sweatpants hanging low on his hips as he pulls out the ingredients for pancakes. All this to say, he’s seen Buck’s body a million times, in a million different ways. But not like this. Never like this.

Flickers of Fate by steadfastsaturnsrings/ @steadfastsaturnsrings (S3E15: Eddie Begins, Soulmates AU | 1,6K | Teen): "Did-Did the man who helped me pull out the dead solider survive?" Eddie mumbled, "He-He....said he was right behind me but then disappeared...Is he okay?" "There was no other man, Diaz, You were the last one out of the helicopter. You pulled out that solider all by yourself" The official standing over him responded, looking at Eddie curiously.

Spinning Out by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (S7 Spec | 2K | General): The sun always rises in the east and sets in the west. What goes up must always come down. And if Eddie Diaz is in a helicopter with his team, it must fall from the sky.

(put some music on) soft and slow by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Canon Divergent | 6K | Teen): He walks up the stairs to the loft, and finds himself facing the backs of four office chairs. Over by the kitchen counter, Ravi gives a signal, and all four chairs turn around in impressive sync. “Saw you on TV last night,” Eddie says, still grinning. “Something you want to tell us?” OR: buck auditions for the voice. it goes about the way you'd expect.

🔥 Precious & Fragile Things by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Small Miracles AU, Angel Buck | 46K | Teen): Buck is the Fallen Angel of Petty Temptation, who has been tasked with tempting human Eddie Diaz to sin and enjoy life, but just a little. He thinks the job will be easy - get in, get out, go back to Peru to continue messing around with eternity. But when Buck arrives in Los Angeles, he finds Eddie is harder to tempt than expected, and more compelling than Buck had hoped.

Buttons and Patience by Tizniz/ @tizniz (PWP | 2K | Explicit): If anyone asks, Buck will blame Eddie’s buttons. Whenever Eddie wore those damn Henleys, he kept them reasonably buttoned up. But apparently not tonight. No, tonight those buttons were undone and exposing tantalizing skin, golden in the dimly lit bar lighting, and exposing Eddie’s collarbones. Buck wants to bite. Hard. Or lick. He’s not picky.

among the hungry and the patient by tinygiantsam/ @watchyourbuck (PWP | 3K | Mature): “Wanna make out?” Eddie blinked. Understandably so, by the way. He licked his lips, frowned, and took a step forward. “Excuse me?” Buck inhaled softly, somehow encouraging himself even more. “I said, do you wanna make out?” OR: Buck loses his patience with Eddie and asks him to make out.

Once Is A Mistake, Twice Is On Purpose by Tizniz/ @tizniz (Friends With Benefits | 5K | Teen): “Friends with benefits.” “Yeah.” “Just sex.” “Just sex.” Buck confirms, nodding.

Take It by Tizniz/ @tizniz (PWP | 2K | Mature): “Take it, Buck.” Eddie tells him when they break apart, squeezing Buck’s wrists. “Take it all.” “H-huh?” “This is about you and your pleasure.” Eddie gives his wrists another squeeze before he releases them, humming once more in approval when Buck keeps his hands there, fingers curling around the edge. And then Eddie grabs onto Buck’s hips, pulling him forward roughly against Eddie’s thigh. “Take what you want. What you need.”

WIP

if i need to rearrange my particles — i will for you. by dylaesthetics (Post-S6, Identity Porn | 4/16 | 15K | Teen): OR Buck joins a support app for first responders and matches with a firefighter who has PTSD and a kid who likes giraffes, apparently.

🔥 a foundation of trust and love we cannot see by lemonzestywrites/ @lemonzestywrites (FWB, BDSM, Sub Eddie, Dom Buck | 3/17 | 62K | Explicit): “It’s like I want to explore it and dive into it, but it’s not exactly like I’m seeing someone to try this all out with,” he explains, doing his best to keep down the annoyed huff that threatens to escape him at every other word. Buck nods to himself before steadily going silent. For a minute, Eddie thinks that this is the end of their conversation. “I can show you if you’d like.” Eddie nearly chokes on his beer.

🔥 because we'll all arrive in heaven alive by callmenewbie/ @puppyboybuckley (Post-S6, Disaster Fic | 6/9 | 41K | Explicit): During a search and rescue, Eddie disappears without a trace, leaving Buck to grapple with the sudden possibility of a life without him.

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briar / @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon S1-S6, S7 Spec | 119/? | 357K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

Re-Read

🔥Plus or Minus by ElvenSorceress/ @elvensorceress (S5 | 10K | General): “Why are you cleaning out the kitchen? Why is my stuff in boxes?” Eddie slows, then stops. “Figured you’d want it back.” It’s quieter. Pained. When he says it. “I haven’t decided anything. So unless you’re kicking me out—” “Buck. Come on.” He’s not angry or snapping. It’s still quiet, and somehow that hurts even more. He’s resigned and defeated, and Buck is a scooped out, gutted, hollow shell. “I know how this ends the same way you do. You want to be loved, you want to be married. You’re going to leave. Might as well…” His voice cracks before he can finish and get it under control. “Shouldn’t drag it out.” ~ Taylor is offered a job across the country and asks Buck to go with her. Buck has to figure out if he wants to start over or if he has a reason to stay right where he is.

[khaleesiofalicante]

HELLO CUTIE HIII. 🌻

I finally made some good fucking chai for me (I haven’t been getting good chai here. quick update: I’m in a new city again lol. I’m travelling for a month for this project on disaster risk management so I have no time ahain fml). But I finally cancelled a few meetings so that I could have my chai and read lbaf and god what a trip.

First of all, I was anxious about the last chapter because it’s ch9 and this is where Rafael died in part 2 lol. I wouldn’t put it past you pulling sone shit like that again.

I was right (and so we’re 7000 other people). Something was wrong with David. Possessing or trying to turn me evil by poisoning his tea???? BRUTAL. But in David’s defence, if someone poisoned my tea, I wouldn’t notice either. Id sip that shit like water.

Nicholas Thorn is literally blind and he could still see right through the Lightwood-Bane bullshit gene. “Keep an eye on your family” ppfffftttttt as if that’s gonna work. These bitches are dying again and I’m here for it.

Alec just beinf at peace (sort of), lingering in the background, not being stressed with work, just caring about his husband and boys and other family members and giving them advice is making my heart full. Tis what he deserves.

I just feel like it’s been a hot second since I’ve seen Magnus angst. I need to see that man beinf run over by 40 trucks all at once. So I’ll be waiting for it with my eyes open. I see right through you, I know something bad is about to happen to him.

RAFAEL FINALLY PROPOSED. ROSEWOOD SUPREMACY ONLY. Anjali proof reading his proposal plssss these soft motherfuckersss I love them sm.

Also Marcus and Mallory, plsssss can u not?? go be evil in the mundane world, mundanes suck big time—speaking from experience.

Bro bro bro. If Max Lightwood-Bane was my bf, he’d be getting his ass kicked by me rn for real. This mf is so stupiddddddd oh my godddddddd.

Also I have a song rec for Rafael and Anjali- Vienna by Billy Joel.

Don’t give up on me by Andy grammar for Mavid.

Mandatory lbaf gif.

Chopin when he sees Mallory with Max

okay byeeeeeeeeeeeee 💚🌻

CHOPIN OMG.

Chai + Fics? Best combo ever.

I loved these lil tidbits you noticed because they are not obvious stuff but little nuances and i am so glad they came through.

Like the bit about Alec made my heart so warm.

SEE YOU SOON WITH SOME PAIN.

[steve0discusses]

S5 Ep5: Female Friends

So I was up hella late because of Daylight Savings screwing my sleep schedule, and I was on Twitch and one of the people I follow was speedrunning a Yugioh game (I think it was called Forbidden Memories like it was some Romance YA novel) and I was like “that’s a thing?” And I watched about 15 minutes of just complete nonsense. Like this game makes no sense when your scrubbing through 30 minutes of gameplay, but when a whole game takes 45 seconds and they have mechanics using like planets and astrology symbols? What?

What?

Y’all, I’m a little concerned your card game ain’t real. Like this is some ploy by knowing adults and this is some sort of Santa Claus situation where everyone else knows that this game ain’t real, but I’m the last person alive who’s like... “it is real though, right?” Hoping that I haven’t been played all of these years, despite having literally no empirical evidence that it is.

Just saying, I’m on to you, Yugioh.

Thanks dub.

I am pretty convinced (could be wrong) but pretty convinced that Grandpa was probably just normal horny in this scene. Like it just kinda matches what I know about horny grandpa tropes (that and Vivian is really talked up to be this hot stuff although she’s just youknow...some girl who exists.)

He immediately falls over. Like immediately, and I don’t know what’s up with Grandpa’s weird slipped disc, but luckily this is the one thing that Mokuba is prepared to deal with as a park manager.

Or what was his job again, Master of Ceremonies? That was the name of Mokuba’s actual chosen job that a 12-13 yo would choose?

Only Mokuba would have the choice to choose “a literal astronaut” and not choose an astronaut. This kid probably hates space though, with his family’s countless war machines now currently flying through the void.

The amount of times that the Kaibas have had to call a doctor for these guys.

(read more under the cut)

Bro was like “So Hawkins paid Grandpa to pretend to fall down so they could ditch Rebecca’s duel, right?” and youknow...probably. It was a pretty boring duel. They got off scott free.

Rex and Weevil do cartoon antics that actually feel like cartoon antics--which feels so weird for this show. Of course, it also has this Vivian plotline that is a little sus for a children’s show?

OK, show. You keep throwing women at Yugi Muto, and I get it’s a joke because he’s the world’s most undateable boy but there is a line of plausibility that even for a kid’s cartoon show it’s like “eh, probably not.”

Anyway, Vivian has Cho Chang energy of “I’m here for a problematic romantic conflict that never needed to happen and hamfisted diversity and uhhhhhh that’s it! I won’t exist after book 5!”

What a step down from dueling on top of the train, right? Like this whole time you could have just dueled next to it? What? In this show?

The rest of the party show up to the train station, where there’s really no other audience watching. Like where are Rebecca’s adoring fans who were asking for her autograph like 3 episodes back?

Card culture is brutal, y’all.

Vivian is not drawn like a 16 yo, being real. I was pretty surprised that she was under 25 according to a cursory Google search. Course, Joey Wheeler is drawn like a built adult, too, so I think the only convincing teenage child on this show is Pharaoh because at least he’s short. Just ignore how sometimes he’s got muscles on his arms that have no right to be there at the age of 16. (17?)

Then we had like a little Season Zero vibes where everyone just picks on Yugi for a hot minute.

And so Tea’s character development comes full circle as she realizes that this whole time, the Female Friend she needed was already here in the form of that small child who has a crush on her kinda boyfriend.

This was such an episode written by a bunch of dudes.

But at least Rebecca and Tea found something in common, although I really wish it wasn’t Yugi, considering how little on screen development he has with either of them. Where’s the reward for me as the viewer? If I cared about either of this love pentagon at all (well, hexagon...Bakura’s still in there.) there will never be a payout. You very well may be waiting forever for a relationship the writers clearly had never any intention to ever write except to act as a foil for our protagonists instead of like...a relationship.

And the show seems a little inconsistent with the relationship between Rebecca and Tea, too. They hang out a lot as the girls on the sideline, and appear to get along a lot of the time--but then they hate eachother a lot of the time as well because of jealousy? It’s just so weird.

I feel like TV shows in general have a really hard time approaching girl friendships, and speaking as a girl, I wish TV and books recognized more that our female friendships don’t have to be so freakin serious. We just act friendly and that’s freakin it.

That and these girls are going to go right back to hating eachother half the time after this is over because the main problem--Yugi not piping up and telling one of them to back the hell off--has never been addressed and never will be because Yugi is a broken, broken wet blanket.

Back at the base, Seto is also making up his own problems to be upset about in the absence of any apocalypses happening on screen.

Unless that hacker is Noah Kaiba, you’re probably fine. I really haven’t had too much of a reason to feel any fear over Zigfried von Schroeder. And maybe it’s because his character design was pretty complicated so no one wanted to draw it.

This was a ‘who’s on first’ joke but still.

...why do cards have to be like this?

Also, I didn’t see anything about this nonsense in the speedrun I watched the other night so, guys, this game ain’t real.

Anyway, Rebecca won.

We find out a little more of what happens to other duelists. Our Cowboy lost to a Sherlock Holmes boy, and I was very happy that I don’t have to come up with jokes about country music because I have none other than like...Taylor Swift jokes? Does she still count as country? I have no idea what’s going on in the country music scene.

On other side of the park, Yugioh decide to pay another tribute to the creative crotch shot with one of these:

Rex and Weevil are off to fight the big bad, and when you think “OK, we’re gonna get a wacky duel battle with these two balancing on top of eachother,” they kinda whiffed it before they made it to the stage.

And then I kind of whiffed it when I realized that Mokuba and Weevil have never spoken in the same place before and they have the same exact font color so fml.

The fact that Mokuba didn’t realize anything was wrong until they fell and revealed they were two small adults in a trench coat says a lot about most of the competitors in this duel.

It is incredible how both the Battle City Tournament and the Kaiba Corp Tourney (s that it’s name?) are both poorly managed, but in a different way. The Battle City Tourney unfortunately had a bunch of murderers in it. This tournament, no one is killing eachother, but they are still kind of sneaking in through the back door and being chronically late to everything.

(and I just want to point out that after the last match Mokuba oversaw that had Joey nearly miss the appointment, Mokuba decided to set this one in front of a Giant Clock just to get his point across)

So Zigfried has some sort of flying horse card that wiped them out right away, which makes you wonder........

.............why use any other cards?

Kaiba makes these cards, right????

Like he should be the last person who’s surprised????

Anyway, Zigfried top-decked a horse, and the guy who spends about 15 minutes getting ready his big ol blue eyes dragons every match he’s ever played was like “Yo I have GOT to get into speedrunning!”

And yes, the speedrun I was watching did not use Blue Eyes White Dragons. They were using a bunch of other stuff that I tried to look up just now and the art is completely different from what I recall so...unfortunately that means that your game is fake. Pretty sure it’s fake and you have no way to prove to me this is real.

Anyway, that’s it for now, not much to say since we’re still at the beginning of the arc. Next week I guess we’ll find out if Seto ever removes his ass from this chair.

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

[ruewrites]

More than Friends?

AO3

Ship: Solomon/Asmo

Word Count: 2640

Warnings: None

Request from: larii_cipher (AO3)

The brothers knew when Solomon spent the night, it was hard to not notice honestly. Asmo wasn’t exactly quiet when he brought someone home.On more than one occasion one of the brothers found themselves pounding on his door asking him to keep it down (not that it did much). In more recent centuries Asmo had been going home with other people. Maybe all of his brothers’ interruptions had gotten to him, or maybe it had been the long conversation he’d had with Lucifer.

The one exception to the rule was Solomon. Solomon usually spent the night at Lamentation when RAD was in session. It wasn’t an unusual sight. After all, he’d had a pact with their brother for millenia. Of course they were friends with benefits. No one was surprised about that.

What did surprise them was when Solomon came down that morning. Plopping himself down at the breakfast table, he ran his fingers through his bedhead and offered the brothers a tired good morning. Before anyone could ask him anything, Asmodeus came tumbling down the stairs. He was much more put together than the sorcerer and had a comb in hand.

“You could at least let me fix your hair! It’s almost as messy as Mammon’s.”

“Oi! My hair’s always just the way I want it!” Mammon interjected.

Asmo rolled his eyes and started combing through Solomon’s hair. His morning hair was cute, but it certainly wasn’t presentable to the outside world. Besides, something as adorable as a sleepy Solomon should be reserved for his eyes only!

Solomon groaned and tried to push the comb away. “Asmodeus, please. Let me have my coffee first,” he mumbled.

Before Asmo could whine any further, Lucier cleared his throat. He certainly hadn’t remembered Solomon coming over, nor did he remember him spending the night. Even if it was someone he knew, he had talked to Asmo about sneaking others into Lamentation. Especially when said guest spent the night. Asmo shrunk back, but only slightly as his attention turned to Lucifer. He knew.

“Asmodeus,” his voice was even and stern. Yes he knew Solomon, but that didn’t change the fact that Asmo had broken rules he’d set in place. “I certainly wasn’t aware we had a guest.”

All eyes were on Asmo now as he quickly searched for an answer to give the eldest.  His face had paled, and if he had had any appetite to begin with this morning it was most certainly gone now. Lucifer’s fingers drummed rhythmically against the table as he waited. His energy was nothing short of dangerous. But before he could utter a word, Solomon stepped it.

“I’m afraid it was my fault,” he said, voice unwavering, “I hadn’t meant for Asmodeus to break any rules you set in place. We had a little project to work on, and some studying, it took longer than I anticipated. I apologize.”

Lucifer  and Solomon held eye contact for a moment. The eldest leaned back in his chair and folded his hands, looking at the pair through lowered eyes. “ Studying hm? ” he asked, raising an eyebrow, “Just studying?”

“ And a project,” Solomon reminded, Asmodeus still remaining uncharacteristically quiet by his side.

“Well then,” he directed his attention back to his younger brother, “Studying and working on a project instead of participating in your usual activities? Well done Asmodeus, I’m proud of you.”

Asmodeus let out a visible sigh of relief as his normal glow returned to his being. Lucifer’s praise was rare, and it certainly wasn’t something to take for granite! “Oh! Thank you Lucifer!” he chirped, smile stretching from ear to ear, “Solomon was a big help last night! I don’t think we’ll get anything less than high marks!”

“However,” Lucifer stopped Asmo in his tracks, “I will be notified the next time there is even the slightest potential of anyone, including Solomon, being with you after hours. Especially if they spend the night. Understood?”

“...Yes, Lucifer…”

The rest of breakfast went rather smoothly. Asmo was back to his chattering self and soon Solomon was occasionally joining in with discussion with the brothers. Mostly he stuck to chatting with Satan and Levi. Solomon and Satan often swapped books with each other, and he often participated in Levi’s nerdier activities. Lately though, Asmo had been popping up more and more wherever Solomon was. No matter which brother he was with, Asmo would find him. Sure Asmo was a little clingy, but this was a bit much, even for him. After his third cup of coffee, Solomon even let Asmo fix his hair a little bit, which made the demon more than happy. After everyone had settled down, and Beel shoveled away the rest of the food down his mouth, Asmo stood. His arms were wrapped firmly around Solomon’s who was dragged up with him.

“Well, we’re gonna head out for the day! We have quite a few errands to run!” Asmo sang, snuggling ever closer into Solomon’s side.

All Solomon could do was chuckle, “I thought you said you just wanted to go look at some cute clothes-”

“Anyways we won’t be back till late! Buh bye!”

******

“You guys don’t honestly believe that bullshit Asmo was spoutin earlier, do ya?” Mammon asked with a huff and leaning back in his chair. It was a rare day when a few of the brothers had gotten together just to hang out. Or rather, it was an odd day where they were consumed so much so by their boredom, that they all decided to go out, and there was nothing that could cure boredom quite like a trip out to town. Mammon was still replaying breakfast in his head. There was absolutely no way they were just studying . “I can’t believe Lucifer believed ‘em. Solomon and Asmo just studying ? Hah! I don’t believe it.”

Satan nodded, albeit a little reluctantly. “He does seem to be acting a bit attached . Even for Asmo. Levi, has he been inserting himself into your times with Solomon as well?”

Levi huffed and slumped back into his chair. “Don’t even get me started ! I was trying to show Solomon this new show that just came out, we’d been keeping up with the mangas, and the next thing I know Asmo is in my room and on his lap. Fml could he be more of a normie? Like I couldn’t even look at the two of them! Ugh,” he groaned shaking his head, face hidden in his hands.

“Asmo has to be breakin a few of dearest older brother’s rules with Solomon. Like, they gotta be friends with benefits right?”

“It does seem like something Asmo would do…”

Beel had finally looked up from his burger. He wasn’t really participating in his brothers’ gossiping, but he did seem to notice something just beyond them. He tilted his head to one side, then the other. “I’m no expert,” he said in between bites, “But that looks like a little more than just friends with benefits to me.”

The older three turned around to follow where Beel was looking only to see the duo. They were coming out of a little candy shop on the corner. Asmo rummaged around in the bag for a moment before pulling out a bon bon and placing it against Solomon’s mouth. They could all hear the squeal of delight that left him as Solomon brought the candy into his mouth. He gave his nod of approval before sliding one arm around Asmo’s waist and pulling him close to his side. Asmo’s excited chatter getting softer the farther they went down the sidewalk.

The duo had been entirely oblivious to the five brothers sitting across the street from them.

“Blehg,” Levi gagged, “And here I thought Solomon wasn’t a normie at all…”

“I mean that could just be Asmo-” Satan chimed in.

“But Solomon also made a move,” Beel added.

Belphie moved slightly and opened his eyes, “Who cares ? If Asmo and Solomon want to be weird that’s their problem.”

All of them were silent for a moment. Normally this wouldn’t matter. Normally they would chalk it up to Asmo being clinging and wanting Solomon’s attention.

“We could follow them.. Ya know, just ta make sure the ever shady Solomon doesn’t have anything up his sleeves,” Mammon said slowly. Each head around the table seemed to perk up with interest. It was a slow day…

“Well we should hurry if we don’t wanna lose ‘em, right?”

******

This little trip seemed to be more than clothes shopping. Asmo did try on an ungodly amount of outfits to show off to Solomon. Each time he would twist and twirl around waiting for the man’s approval before changing once more. Some outfits seemed to catch Solomon’s eye more than others. Every now and again Asmo would come out with matching outfits or pajamas and hold them out rather excitedly. Sometimes he would giggle, hiding something he’d already bought behind his back in a bag.

“Well this is boring,” Belphie huffed, leaning against Beel’s back, “Isn’t this what Asmo always does when he goes out shopping? He’s just showing off and looking for-”

“Shh,” Levi huffed, “They might say something that gives them away.”

“Gives what away?” the youngest growled, looking down at Levi from his perch on Beel’s back, “Like I said, if they want to be weird together that’s their problem.”

“Is he getting anything special? Anything that looks fancy?” Satan asked, turning towards Mammon.

He shook his head, “Nah, just… Normal stuff, unless there’s something good in the bags he has. Oh wait!”

Mammon pointed down at one of the bags on the floor. It was a light shade of green and wrapped up in all sorts of fancy ribbons. It was a small bag, but tall. Golden cursive letters curled around the front.

“That’s some real fancy demonus they got right there. Like the good, expensive stuff,” Mammon grinned, eyes locked on the bag, “Worth a pretty grimm.”

“Chocolates and demonus?” Satan mused, mirroring Mammon’s grin, “Perhaps Asmo has another study night planned.”

If that wasn’t damning enough, Asmo held up his finger, whispering something quickly toSolomon before quickly typing something onto his D.D.D. Each of the brothers’ devices buzzes with a single notification from their group chat.

Asmo: Won’t be at dinner tonight, I have some very important plans that require my absolute attention. Try to have fun without me 💖

With that, Asmo started to pick up some of his bags and waited for Solomon before they left once more. The brothers waited for a bit before exiting the store after them. Honestly it was a miracle they hadn’t been caught yet. Maybe it was due to how caught up Asmo seemed to be with Solomon. It was difficult to hear what he was chattering about without getting closer, but they couldn’t risk getting caught. The celestial realm knew the hell Asmo would raise if he discovered that his brothers were snooping in his life. The pair stopped and checked the time before  hailing a driver.

Then they were gone.

*****

The twins departed from the other three almost as soon as they got home. Belphie was quite clear about his disinterest in whatever was going on between his brother and Solomon, and Beel felt a growing discomfort at following Asmo around the way they were.

So, the remaining three brothers waited patiently for Asmo’s return. The front door opening and closing was followed by giggles and hushed whispers, and then feet quickly running up the stairs. They waited for a moment, then two, then three.

Nothing…

Asmodeus wasn’t one to be quiet. Perhaps it was a ruse of sorts? Them pretending to come home only to disappear somewhere else? It was possible, especially if Asmo was trying to pull one over on Lucifer.

Creeping upstairs, the brothers stood outside of Asmo’s door. They all stood completely still, waiting for something, anything… But nothing came.

“Do… Do we go in?” Levi asked, looking from Satan to Mammon, “I mean… It’s possible that they’re not there… Isn’t it?”

Mammon placed his ear against the door as Satan shook his head, “It’s still Asmo’s room. I don’t think-”

“ Shhhhhh ,” Mammon hissed, “I think I hear somethin.”

“Wait really? What is it? I want to hear!”

Soon, all three were pressed up closely to the door. Unfortunately, Asmo’s door wasn’t shut properly, and the three went tumbling into Asmo’s room. They were greeted by a yelp and the scent of vanilla candles all around the room, as well as a glare from Asmo. Both Solomon and Asmo were currently on his bed. Demonus poured into glasses, and both chocolates and bagsfrom Ristorante Six were around them as they were curled close together. Honestly, Asmo didn’t look too threatening with one of Solomon’s shirts and a blanket wrapped around him, but his anger was still present.

A well manicured finger reached out to pause the movie they were watching. “ What are you doing ?” he huffed, eyes narrowing in on his brothers.

“What are you doing? Ow! Levi watch it!” Mammon hastily stood up and put his hands on his hips.

“What am I doing? What am I doing?! ” Asmo shrieked, “You mean my date ? Is that what you’re asking about? My date, with my boyfriend, in my room?”

“Date?” Levi chirped.

“Boyfriend?” Satan asked looking at Solomon.

Mammon took a moment, gears turning in his head as he met Asmo’s glare. Then it seemed to occur to him. “Oh… So you two aren’t just fucking?”

Asmo groaned and hid his face with one of his pillows, “ You moron .”

Solomon coughed and spoke up, “No… No we aren’t. Asmodeus, have you honestly not told your brothers?”

“I thought it was obvious!”

The whine made Solomon chuckle, and he carefully ran his fingers through what was visible of Asmo’s strawberry-blonde locks.

“So, you two weren’t studying last night?” Satan asked, cocking his head to the side.

“Oh no, we were studying. This little date is actually a celebration for a job well done,” Solomon said, motioning to the scenery around them, “We haven’t been able to have a proper date night in a while. So if you wouldn’t mind-”

“Say no more!”

“Ugh, I’m done with this gross normie stuff.”

Satan grabbed one of Mammon’s arms, and Levi the other and dragged his dumbfounded self out of the room.  Solomon used a bit of magic to close the door tightly before pulling the pillow off of Asmo’s face.

“I just want one nice date! Solomon don’t you see how mean they are to me?” Asmo whined, pouting up at Solomon. Solomon chuckled and scooped Asmo up into his lap and kissed his forehead.

“We could have had a date sooner , if a certain someone hadn’t insisted on more kisses and attention when we were supposed to be working.”

He kissed Asmo’s lips before he could pout any further and held him there until he felt him relax. Thin arms  wrapped around his neck, and Solomon reached out to unpause the cheesy move they had only half been paying attention to.

“You did at least tell Lucifer that I’d be staying over yes?” he asked when Asmo pulled away, “I would hate for you to get punished and tied up because of me.”

“You usually don’t complain when I’m tied up darling.”

“You know what I mean.”

Asmo hummed and snuggled closer, eyes falling back onto the movie and popping another chocolate into his mouth. He was allowed to have some sweets when he was on a date. “I did, I sent him a text message when we went out. So he should know.”

“Good, that means we can have a nice little date without worry,” he smiled, wrapping his arms around Asmo tightly and leaning in for another kiss.

[innovativestruggles]

TsukiYachi speculations, thoughts and theories based on canonical evidence

WARNING: THIS IS A LONG LONG POST!

So I wanna share my thoughts with everyone - especially ya’ll TsukiYachi lovers (notably @mimi-cee-hq​) whoever that’s left (and clearly I should be working but doing this cause I apparently like to procrastinate)

Canonical Evidence

I want to reinforce the point here. When I write about character analysis and speculations, I base things on canonical evidence - that is - based on what I see and interpret from the manga and anime. I usually prefer to use manga as that is the ultimate canon but seeing as the anime is quite loyal to the manga, I’ll be using it too. Of course, this is all interpretation base (and maybe biased) which is why I will put forward evidence that I see so it helps people see where and how I got to my conclusion (instead of looking like I just made something up). Teehee.

So....HAPPY READING!

Manga Vs. Anime

I only recently started the anime and reading the manga (yes yes I am aware I am late to the party but I’m FASHIONABLY LATE) and it is amazing how loyal the anime is to the manga (so far) but I have noticed a few discrepancies. And because this is a TsukiYachi post I am going to focus on this. 

The anime unfortunately toned down some of the interactions between Tsukki and Yachi, which is a huge shame - BUT it does make up for some parts by extrapolating and adding more cute details that was not seen in the manga. So I suppose there are elements of balance, although the details the anime omitted was important as it gave off more interesting vibes. 

For example; this interaction below was downplayed in the anime. Yachi only talked of Tsukki’s liveliness and the flustered “he usually acts so cool” was left out. So sad, I would have totally liked to see a flustered Yachi talking about Tsukki <33

AND THIS ONE BELOW! THE MOST DISAPPOINTING OF THEM ALL! I was sooooooooo sad when the anime left this specific part out where Tsukki and Yachi were sitting next to each other. In the anime, Yachi was somewhere on the other side holding plates or something. LIKE SERIOUSLY? When manga panels are drawn, they usually draw who they would like to emphasise in the centre or draw them bigger. LOOK AT TSUKKI AND YACHI BEING THE CETNRE OF ATTENTION! LOOK AT HOW BIG THEY’VE BEEN DRAWN!! LOOK AT THEM SITTING NEXT TO EACH OTHER. 

STUPID EFFING ANIME HOW DARE YOU DENY US TSUKIYACHI FANS OF THIS!!! *rant rant rant*

Anyways, one thing I did like about the anime was them extrapolating this scene. Teehee. Look at Tsukki just staring at Yachi even whilst Yamaguchi was talking. And then Tsukki continues to talk to Yachi as if Yama didn’t say anything at all. This scene was so adorable <33

So moving on

Interactions

I gotta agree with everyone here and the obvious is that the interactions between Tsukki and Yachi are minimal. It is so sad but you know, Tsukki is a side character and Yachi is like a side side character so I do understand why their interactions would have very little screen/page time. In saying that, whenever they do have their interaction, or when one talks of the other, it was rather significant. This was most notable in the Shiratorizawa arc. Let me explain;

Yachi is extremely caring of all her teammates and her interactions lie predominantly with Kiyoko and the four first year boys. Of the four, Hinata would be the one she interacts with most. I suppose this is because Hinata is the main protagonist so he gets thorough interaction moments with all characters. It is a given. 

Kageyama’s interaction with Yachi was second in terms of screen/page time but I believe the vast majority of the time, it was together with Hinata (ones that are significant anyways). 

Then there is Yamaguchi, who so adorably thinks she is cute. I am still unsure whether he actually likes her (maybe a little crush?). But I reckon Nishinoya likes Kiyoko more than Yamaguchi likes Yachi LOL. So it might just be a tiny crush, I don’t know. Anyways, YamaYachi have very little screen time as well and their direct and indirect interactions don’t particularly stand out to me. I mean, they do have their little fluff moments but nothing significant in terms of development.

Now we have Tsukki. In terms of screen/page time, Yachi and Tsukki, like I said earlier, have minimal interactions - but I mean this in a direct interaction kind of way. What I noticed were their indirect interactions! I’ll explain more later.

I went into watching Haikyuu with a very neutral standpoint and my TsukiYachi shipping did not start until quite some time later (most notable during the Shiratorizawa arc).

Shiratorizawa Arc

Tsukki underwent a major character development during the Shiratorizawa arc so this was a time where he shone the brightest. During this arc, Yachi had some of the biggest screen/page time - it was so awesome! 

Aside from when Yachi was first introduced, we never really got to see much of her, but her screen/page time appeared a lot more during this arc. It so happens that this very arc was the most important for Tsukki. Three major things I noted from this arc,

1. Akiteru’s presence

2. Akiteru and Yachi’s interactions (direct and indirect)

3. Yachi’s commentary of Tsukki

Akiteru’s Presence

Akiteru, we all know, was Tsukki’s biggest influence when it comes to his ideas around volleyball, so naturally his presence there during Tsukki’s major development would be significant.

Akiteru and Yachi’s Interactions

These two have an absurd amount of interactions during this arc. Have a look below!

This was only a handful of times! There were so many more I couldn’t possibly add them all to this post! They only just met that day yet they talked so much to each other! And it wasn’t just all about Tsukki, it was about the game in general and I just love the friendly interactions between them. Like the most important person to Tsukki was interacting so much with Yachi <33 My heart...

Furudate could have made Akiteru interact the same way with any of the other three on the stand i.e. Saeko, Takinoue or Shimada but he made the focus on him and Yachi. And to have Yachi closely interact so much (and on a deep level regarding Tsukki) with someone so close to Tsukki, I thought this was so adorable!

Yachi’s commentary of Tsukki

Then we see Yachi’s commentary. FML don’t get me started on this. I don’t tend to be too observant with these kinds of things but I remember when I was watching this arc for the first time, the amount of times Yachi made some sort of comment about Tsukki was pretty much the only time she had screen time (aside from when Akiteru was talking to her). 

I don’t know whether Furudate was being deliberate with this (he probably was), but anyone on the team could give the same comments as Yachi regarding Tsukki! They probably know his play a lot better as well, but then the audience were given scenes of Yachi commenting on Tsukki instead. ALSO, NOT JUST ANY COMMENTS, they were quite deep-seated ones too. Yachi was just so observant of him and she watches him so closely it was so sweet. She seems to know his state of mind really well <333333

So have a look at some of her comments

Of course there was the one panel earlier when she was talking about how lively Tsukki appeared. I won’t duplicate it. I really can’t help but notice how much she talked about Tsukki during this arc, and they were all mostly directed towards Akiteru as well! HOW IMPORTANT IS THAT? I gotta reinforce this but talking so deeply about someone to the most important family member of that person is so.....HNNNGGGG!! It was no wonder Akiteru was so surprised that Tsukki may have other friends other than Yamaguchi. Teehee. 

Also note that Yachi has not spoken about Kageyama or Yamaguchi (or even Kiyoko) in such a deep manner. She has done so bits and pieces toward Hinata, but tbh not as much as this arc here re; Tsukki.

Below are some Yachi reactions specifically towards Tsukki spiking (first two images) and blocking (last two images) - I had to put these in cause it’s soooo cute!

Something extra for thoughts. I really love the below panel. Something about Yachi speaking of this was so sweet and tender. As if she truly knew exactly how much pain he was in. AAAAAHHHHHHH T____T My gorgeous babies.

Also this one below as well, which occurred earlier in the manga. I just love how Yachi looks out for everyone but she finds Tsukki just that much more challenging to decipher. It just makes it so great when she was able to tell the differing emotions from Tsukki later on in the series... even though he was so apathetic most of the time...

Finally this image below which I already posted above but would like to say a bit more about. So this scene occurred right after Karasuno beat Shiratorizawa. I just love it how with all the emphasis between Yachi and Tsukki during the entire arc, it was so beautifully wrapped up with them sitting next to each other <333

Extra Side Story

Right I ain’t gonna leave this one out. This panel below just goes to show that there was something going on here. Whether I have overanalysed it or not, on face value, it just seems a bit too different for me. What I mean is that Tsukki is a very apathetic, standoff-ish kinda person. If he is not being aloof, he is making some sort of snide and snarky remarks about someone. So Tsukki literally going out of his way to try and say something nice, to make Yachi feel better about her body and then getting a bit miffed because it didn’t get through the way he wanted, was very, very out of character for him. Which is why I just feel like he may have a soft spot for Yachi. Or maybe he is nicer to girls? Though I haven’t seen him saying anything remotely encouraging to Kiyoko.

Then I thought of what he said. As I mentioned in some other post (I posted heaps I don’t even remember where now lmao). “There are definitely people who like smaller girls...” If the translation was done correctly from Japanese to English (I can vouch for this as I can read a bit of Japanese), then the word ‘definitely’ he used was rather brazen. It just means he knows with 100% accuracy that there are people out there who likes smaller girls... And it’s normally a reference to the person speaking because they obviously know that they like the person hehehe.

Okay almost done with my thesis.

Star References

Yo this one is so fluff I fucking love it. I already made brief comments about this in some of my other posts and replies and Mimi (@mimi-cee-hq​) has done an amazing job writing two mini fics on this for me (ILY MY TSUKIYACHI SOUL HAS BEEN FED). See Matching Stars and the sequel A Blue Star! Thank you Mimi you’re a legend <33

So I started watching it a little closer in the anime (and manga), and Tsukki really favours his star shirts a whole damn lot (like the whole moon and star reference probably re; play on his name). Yachi on the other hand favours her star hair ties, blue ones she wears as manager and black ones during school times. I mean come on! Subtle references much? Either I am overanalysing this way too much and Furudate was half asleep when he designed these accessories or he truly be putting in some sneaky TsukiYachi references <333

P. S. Couple accessories that reference each other in subtle ways are common in Japan.

Concluding Thoughts (this honestly feels like an essay fml)

So these are my evidence for this pairing so far. I may have overanalysed this and Furudate could be like “wtf this person be taking this whole thing out of context that was not what I intended” OR “yeah man she totally nailed it right on the spot. I’m surprised she could pick this up so well” HAHAHA. 

Either way, this was my interpretation based on what I saw/read. As a long time manga reader, I know that manga artists portray characters and place emphasis on certain things in differing ways because the audience reading and seeing a drawing is different to them watching something. It’s a lot more difficult to portray your point across to readers than watchers. So that’s why when I read manga, parts such as drawing things bigger, more detailed and at the centre signifies more emphasis, as well as having certain characters together in panels.

At first glance, I actually thought this pairing would be like a crack pairing because there was no absolute way there could be anything remotely romantic about this ship. But the more I watched and read, the more I realised that this pairing does have some sort of potential. I mean, just because of all the direct and indirect interactions I wrote about them here, it does not automatically mean that there would be a romantic development. What I’m trying to show is that there is a lot more to this pairing than just thinking of them as a crack ship, b/c there are developments for these two. Furudate seems to make it so that these two know each other a lot more than what the audience is being given. Do I even make any sense? LOL

Feel free to refute every single thing I wrote here. I love a good debate. As long as you can back it up with evidence and keep things civil that is. It would be so nice if Yachi ends up with Tsukki but yeah who knows. I’d rather her end up with no one if she doesn’t get together with Tuskki (but that’s my personal opinion). Leaving things to interpretation can be a good thing.

BONUS

LMAO YACHI! HAHAHA! But I just love it how Furudate drew her close to Tsukki again <33 T___T so beautiful. And Tsukki in his giant star shirt...what’s new? lololol

BONUS BONUS

Nervous Yachi awaiting results of Tsukki’s injury. AHHHHHHHH LOOK HOW ADORABLE SHE IS! LOOK AT HER! I can’t make GIF but if you go and watch this scene she is literally shifting nervously on the spot. My precious gorgeous girl waiting for her man. I can’t, I just can’t ....

That’s all folks!

EDIT: I made a Part 2! Read it here

[reelybadfnafocs]

Here I go (oh boy, sorry for the terrible English, I’m actually Brazilian so this is hard) (i was about to be like holaaaaaaaa otro latino but then i remembred yall speak porch of geese fml. anyway hi. mod mangles on the case)

Name: Dolly the Dog

Species: Dog

Gender: Female

Job: The narrator of the shows/babysitter

Purpose: To help with the narration during the shows and to take care of the lost children in the establishment. Children are instructed to, if they ever lose sight of their parents, stay close to the stage and play with her; the parents are instructed to look there first. If the parents don’t come back to take their child, one of the employees has to discover where the child lives and take the poor kid home. If the kid is not comfortable with the employee, they can take their favorite animatronic to accompany them (this was only permitted after one incident, in which a girl made a scandal because she didn’t wanted to go with the day guard to her house). while i think the concept of a kid showing up to someone’s house with like a 6 ft furry robot is funny, i don’t see this really panning out in practice. as iffy as i am about it, i think the “babysitter/lost child center” thing can stay as is, but i think employees would defer to calling parents first (if the child is old enough to have memorized a phone number/have a phone), local authorities, or CPS.

Creator: Sarah Brown (another OC), the owner of the establishment and the creator of all the animatronics.

Location: The Showtime Funland, a restaurant for all the family (but specially for their children). It’s a vibrant, cheery and colorful place, where there are seven animatronics: Ollie the Owl, Billy the Bird, Fany the Fish, Charlie the Cat, Dolly the Dog, Happy and Lucky. Happy and Lucky are the only human-ish animatronics, and both of them are out of order during the game, and the others are the main actors of the stage, where they tell stories with musicals during the meals on the restaurant or just stay on the playground with the kids; the only one who can’t go to the playground during the day is Dolly, who’s programmed to stay and take care of the children waiting for their parents.

Where: On the stage; she sits on the front of the stage, on the right, and narrates the story that’s being performed.

Age: She’s the oldest animatronic: seven years of functioning. Her character is older than that, because of her old version, but since it was malfunctioning in a way which wasn’t even possible to take lightly, she was replaced by her new version. Her character is 14 years old. this is a little unclear to me…has she been in service for 14 years, or is the character supposed to be like a 14 year old child? i don’t think animatronics really need ages tbh but i dont see any issue with this either, so you can scrap this detail if you feel unsure about it.

Haunted/not: She is not haunted, but her program is malfunctioning; her AI is not recognizing the faces of the employees during the night for “unknown reasons”, and she attacks them as if they are “threats to the establishment”, in a way that she wasn’t programmed to do; she was supposed to call the police if any intruder came, but she becomes aggressive during the night because of someone meddling with her system.

During the game: The first thing the game shows is a cutscene, where the night guard is guided through the whole building by the day guard (called “Steve Hughes” by Annie, but it’s not known if this is the same day guard or not), and is introduced to the animatronics and told a bit of the story behind the establishment. It was created by Sarah Brown, a famous inventor, and was a well known establishment since its opening during the 80’s. During its history in business, there where countless robbers and stupid teenagers trying to get in and mess around with the things inside Funland, so the night guard was supposed to deal with these problems; but the animatronics, after a terrible incident in which the night guard was attacked by a robber, received a new AI capable of recognizing the faces of the employees and to give the night guard an alert if there was any intruder. The night guard is left alone to watch the cameras while listening to “Annie”’s recordings, since she was the last night guard, and discover about the malfunctioning of the AIs. In the third night, Annie quits, leaving the player with her guide about how to avoid the animatronics and with some recordings of how to flee if there’s something happening during the night (like a fire, for example) without getting caught. First, only Ollie and Fany are threats, but through night two and three Billy and Charlie too start to malfunction; in the end of night three, Dolly starts to do so as well. In the fifth night, Happy and Lucky also leave the deposit where they are hidden to attack the player. On the sixth bonus night, Annie left an odd recording of her and Sarah talking about the AIs of the animatronics, and Sarah implies that she knows of someone who would “do anything to make his business bigger than mine again, and wouldn’t hesitate to sabotage my creations”, as if she knows about the malfunctioning.

During the nights (3-5 (and bonus night)): She is the most predictable and organized of the animatronics, always making this specific path: first she leaves the stage, where she normally is, then goes through the playground (and stays there for a while), passes by the kitchen, through the deposit (where the audio doesn’t work, but the camera does), and then to the left corridor to the night guard’s office. She never changes her path, but as the game progresses she begins to become more and more fast and, since the other animatronics are more unpredictable, it’s harder to pay attention to her movements. Annie says, on her second recording, that she’s afraid of all the animatronics besides Dolly, since she is “the less threatening”; but, on her guide to escape on night four, she seems to have changed her mind (or it was a previous recording, before she labeled Dolly as “predictable and almost harmless”), it doesn’t chronologically make sense to have this be a previous recording, unless you intend to imply that annie went back and remade recordings for nights 1-3 right before she quit in addition to the night 4 guide. saying that “it would be best if you pay attention to her, since she’s fast and difficult to see without the flashlights”.

Skill: She tries to kill the player, first at the end of night three until night five (and the sixth bonus night). Dolly has a very advanced AI and is equipped with a recognition system, at least a hundred plays and stories on her memory, a voice system that helps her to change her voice when needed, the ability to sing, dance and interact with humans properly, and a system that can regulate her body heat. i was gonna say a hundred seems a bit much but idk how many stories the storyteller-esque animatronics are programmed to have tbh. if youre aiming to make the restaurant one of those cheaper places, id recommend scaling this number down.

Personality: During the day, Dolly is incredible cocky and arrogant when it comes to her role as the narrator, and she proclaims herself the “star of the show”, something her old version had but was even worse, coming to the extreme of pushing another animatronic off the stage and destroying it completely after getting annoyed by the poor robot. She’s kind with the children and the adults alike, but acts more politely with the elder and more sisterly with the younger audience; she says, during the game, that it’s horrible to never be able to go to the playground, but that she loves to take care of the lost children. During the night, she becomes a very aggressive but organized animatronic, something that her personality has during daytime as well; she is often annoyed by the others, since they sometimes go against the script for comic relief. Dolly is the most talkative of the animatronics during their attempts to kill the player, often bragging about her role as the narrator and star of the Showtime Funland and threatening to “end the show” of the night guard.

Appearance: A black and white dog (white on her mouth, chin, hands and belly), with big, glowing brown-yellowish eyes. Her ears are long and fall by the sides of her head, and she has paws instead of feet, but still has hands. She wears a magician hat with a blue bow on it, and sometimes during her show takes it off, just to reveal something inside of it that can help during the play (for example, a sword so that the protagonist can slay the dragon or a pie to the little protagonist give as a gift to a friend); she also wears a blue bowtie that matches her hat’s bow.

ok, final thoughts:

i was going to comment on how high-quality these animatronics seem to be, but given that you go out of your way to describe Sarah Brown as a very competent mechanic(? is that the right term idk), i think ill let it go. this seems like one of those higher end fancy-ish restaurants so most of this can slide, unlike if you were to make the location be some sort of cheap or dirty diner.

no notes on the story, i think it works well. the game seems to have kind of a steep difficulty spike towards the latter half with nights 3, 4, and 5, but thats not really an issue i think because you deal with more shit on fnaf 2 anyway. there were some iffy bits here and there, but nothing too bad that was worth pointing out or changing, so overall this is a solid character! good job :D

~mod mangle

[nightskyhoseok]

3... 2... 1... Recording! (M)

Request: #31 & #45 joonie or tae please!

Pairing: Taehyung x fem!reader

Genre: Smut, Established Relationship

Warnings: oppa kink, sub!reader, dom!Taehyung, recording sex (is there a term for this???), unprotected sex (do I even need to say wrap it up anymore), cum play, creampie, fingering, Taehyung being a dumbass at the end

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“Hey, what if we tried recording ourselves having sex?”

You immediately choked on your ramen at Taehyung’s words, coughing loudly as you reached for your water, taking a few sips before staring at your boyfriend, absolutely shocked. Of all the things he’s requested to do in the bedroom - bondage, breath play, oppa kinks - you never expected this to be next.

“Where the hell did that come from?” You asked, setting your chopsticks down to rustle your fingers through your hair.

“I was just thinking…” Taehyung began, scooting closer to you in his chair. “I’m gonna be going on tour soon. I want something to remember you by when I’m-“

“Horny?” You finished his sentence, and he shrugged in defeat. “You make it sound like I’m gonna die.”

“If you die, I’m going with you,” Taehyung joked, poking your cheek.

“Seriously, though. You really want to try that?”

Taehyung stared at you for a moment, and the way his eyes stuck to you, you could tell he was having a whole debate in his head, as he always did over the smallest things.

“Only if you want to,” He answered, smiling sweetly. You rolled your eyes and stood up, Taehyung’s following you as you grabbed his hand and led him down the hall to the bedroom. You looked back at him, sending him a deathly glare.

“By the way, if you show this to the others, I’m breaking up with you,” You warned, earning a chuckle from Taehyung.

“Duly noted.”

As soon as your hand twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open, Taehyung walked forward and tugged you to him, kicking the door shut with his foot. He immediately latched his lips onto your neck, a low groan reverberating against your skin.

You gasped and laughed, tapping his shoulder to make him ease up, yet he ignored you and slipped his arms further around your waist, biting softly on your pulse point. Taehyung’s hands slid down to your ass, squeezing it through your jeans.

In response, you hopped up and Taehyung dug his arms underneath you as you wrapped your legs around him. Taehyung carried you over to the bed and gently dropped you down, connecting your lips not a second later. You smiled into the kiss and ran your fingers through his newly dyed hair - a bright shade of red. The night he FaceTimed you to show you, you nearly screamed out of excitement. He knew it was the one color you couldn’t wait to see on him.

Taehyung’s hands roamed over your clothed body, fingers trailing against your exposed skin, goosebumps following his touch.

“You sure you’re okay with me filming?” Taehyung asked, scrunching your shirt up to expose your stomach as he pressed a kiss to your skin, eyes lidded in desire.

“Absolutely,” You said, sitting up to tug your shirt off and throw it aside, the fabric landing on the living chair in the corner of the room. Taehyung smiled and pressed his lips to yours as his hands worked on unclipping your bra, tossing it aside to join your shirt.

Taehyung patted your thigh, and you nodded, lifting your hips up so he could take off your jeans. He pulled them down swiftly, leaving you in just your underwear. Taehyung stood up and set his phone on the bedside table before ridding himself of his clothes. He then grabbed his phone again and held it up to you, pressing the record button.

You smirked and slipped a hand down between your thighs, rubbing over your clothed slit, throwing your head back from the wetness that seeped through. Taehyung groaned and climbed over you, his phone still in hand.

“This is the way oppa likes you best, baby girl,” Taehyung whispered, nearly earning a whimper from you. God, did he know your weak points.

Taehyung pointed his phone down to your heat and slipped a free hand underneath your panties, cupping your mound just to feel the arousal pooling between. He smirked and swiped his fingers up and down your slit, a small whimper escaping from you.

“My Princess is so wet for me,” Taehyung praised, suddenly pinching your bud. You yelped and jolted from the sudden feeling, squirming underneath him. “Oh, sensitive, are you?”

“Be quiet- fuck!” You snapped back only to cut yourself off with a gasp as Taehyung plunged his fingers into you, curling them to hit that sweet spot that always managed to have you crying out Taehyung’s name. You bit down on your lip and turned your head to the side, cheek pressing against the bedsheets as Taehyung pulled his fingers out and twisted them back in again until his knuckles met your lips.

“My baby girl is dripping. I can’t wait to fuck this tight little pussy,” Taehyung growled, positioning himself between your legs. You bent your legs, pressing the soles of your feet on the bed to give Taehyung better access to your core. He gripped his cock with his free hand and swiped the tip over your slit, relishing in the feeling of the warmth radiating off of you.  

Suddenly a wave of self-consciousness washed over you and you covered your face with your hands, Taehyung laughing at your reaction.

“Why so shy?” Taehyung spread your lips with his thumb, lowering the camera to show your soaked cunt. He pushed his hips forward slightly, teasing your entrance. You whimpered, face flushing with embarrassment.

“Taehyung…” You whispered, wanting to feel some sort of release from all of the tension building up in your body. Taehyung hummed and pulled back, hand squeezing your breast as he rubbed his thumb over your nipple.

“That’s not my name, Y/N.”

God, this could not get any more embarrassing and arousing at the same time. Something must be wrong with you - though if something were wrong, you weren’t sure if you wanted to fix it.

“Oppa, please- ah!” You moaned out as Taehyung slid into you, burying his cock deep inside you until his hips met yours. Taehyung groaned and gasped, focusing his phone on where you were joined.

“My princess is taking me in so well,” Taehyung grunted, throwing his head back as he felt your walls gripping him. You bit your bottom lip to prevent any sound from coming out but ultimately failed when Taehyung snapped his hips into you. “Fuck.”

Taehyung moaned loudly, his deep voice filling the room as he pulled back and slid into you, stretching you out perfectly. Your back arched from the pleasure, allowing Taehyung to slide deeper into you. He set a steady pace, thrusting in and out of you, his phone recording the entire thing as he gripped your waist, nails digging into your skin.

“God, you’re so tight,” Taehyung moaned, rolling his hips against yours, leaving you a moaning mess underneath him. Your mewls only motivated him to speed up, now thrusting into you at an incredible pace, sending your body jolting up with each movement. Taehyung ran his hand over your abdomen, pressing down on where you could feel him inside you. “You look good getting fucked… Now smile for the camera.”

You covered your face with your arm, wincing as Taehyung rammed into you, the only sound filling the room being your skin slapping together and both your and Taehyung’s loud moans. It was a new feeling, knowing he was recording you - sure, it wasn’t the wildest thing you’ve done in the bedroom, but god, was it one of the hottest.

Taehyung continued pushing into you, hitting your g-spot with every thrust until you will crying out underneath him, hands gripping at the bedsheets. He smirked and slid his hand down to your clit, rubbing fast circles into it with his thumb, still thrusting into you at a quick pace.

You moaned, thighs clenching along with your walls as you felt a coil beginning to form in your lower stomach. Taehyung must have noticed the way you were clenching around him, as he sped up the movements of his thumb and his hips, hitting you with a wave of pleasure that had you screaming out his name.

“Cum for oppa, baby girl,” Taehyung growled, hitting your g-spot again with one final thrust before you were sent over the edge, eyes shut as you moaned out his name and released yourself around him, thighs shaking and toes curling. Taehyung cursed under his breath, his cock twitching inside you. After a few thrusts, he found himself cumming inside you, filling you up to the hilt as he moved his phone to film the entire thing.

After taking a moment to breathe, Taehyung pulled out of you, immediately shoving his fingers into you, a loud whimper escaping from your mouth from the feeling. He curled his fingers then pulled them out, moving them to spread his cum across the skin of your rising stomach. When you finally looked up at him, he was licking the excess off of his fingers, staring intently at you.

“You did so good,” Taehyung praised, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. You sighed and smiled, kissing back before he stopped recording to lift you up and move you under the covers. He crawled over you to lie beside you, arm slinging over your waist, his other hand holding his phone. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” You said back, closing your eyes to fall into the dream world. Taehyung rolled over to set his phone on the bedside table when you suddenly heard him speak in a low voice.

“Oh fuck.”

“What?”

You rolled over, looking at Taehyung’s shocked face as he stared at his screen. He froze and ever so slowly turned his head to you, fear overtaking his eyes.

“I may have accidentally sent the video to the group chat.”

You groaned and rolled back over, burying your face in the pillow.

“You’re dead to me, Kim Taehyung!”

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I accidentally posted this to my sims tumblr fml

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[autoplaysdigimon]

Pokemon Red (GB)

Okay but for real, here’s something new I’m gonna try.

We all know what Pokemon is, right? Like, I don’t have to do a little explanatory thing like I have with the Digimon games? Hell, my grandma knows what it is.

(Every time I see her, if I’m wearing a shirt with some sort of creature on it, she asks if it’s a Pokeymon.)

So I’ll explain instead what this specific run is going to be. Firstly, it’s a Nuzlocke, as I stated before. I’ll do a seperate post with the exact rules, I think I already did, but whatever, I’ll do it again because I can. Secondly, it’s going to be a randomised game.

What does that mean? Well, I ran a Pokemon Red rom through this program and mashed up almost everything about it, so it’s an entirely new experience. Not only are the Pokemon you encounter completely different, but their types, moves and abilities are randomised, too. (Obviously abilities aren’t a Thing in Red, but hey.) I’ll throw up another post detailing exactly what’s changed in my run, but just note that this program can do a hell of a lot more than that!

One feature of this program is that it can create two files aside from the actual edited game; a seed file, and a log. The seed can be used to create the same game if you don’t want to send someone through a rom, so, once this is finished, I’ll post that seed and any of you can play the same game I did! (As long as you have a Pokemon Red rom, but that’s not hard to find.) The log is a .txt file that shows every change made in detail. I generate one of these every time I make one of these, but I try not to look at it. Even now, as I’ve completely finished playing this game and know almost everything about what’s in it, I haven’t looked. Come on, where’s the fun in that?

Part of the challenge here was to figure out what the changes were and how to react to them, so looking at the log file just takes the challenge out of it. At the end of this, I’ll have a good look at it and note anything I missed. So how am I doing my sleuthing, exactly? Obviously I’m taking copious notes, because how easy is it to remember that Farfetch’d are weak to Water now, or that Rattata will fuck up your Rock types?

I’m using something I’ve dubbed the ASNOI.

It’s just a spreadsheet I’ve made, but it’s one of my finer creations. (I really like spreadsheets, guys.) Every Pokemon in the first 151 by Dex number, with a space to guess what type they are, and how they react to being hit with different type attacks.

(This is why it’s called the ASNOI, btw.)

Beside every Pokemon, I put a letter or two in the corresponding column to denote how it was affected by each type of attack, plus noting what type of attacks it uses. So if the ASNOI tells me that a Pokemon is weak to Flying type attacks and used a Grass attack at some point, it’s safe to say it’s a Grass type. (But it also might not be! Ahh this is fun.) The spreadsheet makes good use of conditional formatting, it automatically changes to the colours shown above.

In the “?” column I put a number to show whether I’ve seen it, caught it, or it’s currently active in my party. This was so that I could rearrange it to show me what I’m fighting a lot in the early game, then later what Pokemon I actually had when I needed to replace one that had died. (When I started the Gen 2 one, I made a second table just for the ones I’d caught with their current status and typing in it, plus I could get it to highlight any specific type for if I was looking for one that I owned. Sometimes you just really need a Fighting type. But I didn’t have that when I started this, so hey.)

Alright, that’s a lot of information that probably wasn’t needed, but there’s a Behind the Scenes for ya. The best part of this all is that, to put some of my actions in the game into context, I have to recreate the ASNOI from the screenshots I have. FML.

And yes, I plan on doing more of the Pokemon series after this. I can say that I’m a little ahead of the game right now, in terms of gameplay I’m at the Elite Four in Gen 2. Grinding is FUN.

OKAY LET’S GO

[honeyedlashton]

“You’re the Reason”

Word count: 863

Warnings: some language 🤷‍♀️

A/N: Anyway this is sorta fluffy, idk guys. I like it. I wrote it in under an hour while I was “concentrating on my homework.” (Ps the pictures for my fics honestly never have anything to do with the actual story how misleading fml)

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Michael picked at the guitar as he went over the lyrics he’d scribbled haphazardly in his notebook. The handwriting even bled of regret and remorse.

“How’re we gonna fix this? How’re we gonna undo all the pain? Tell me, is it even worth it?” He mumbled along to some chords that gave him some semblance of the heart he was trying to grasp at. The rise and fall mimicked his own sadness, like waves.

Two knocks at his door made him pause. “Yeah?”

It opened and Calum popped his head in. “Hey, Mikey,” He had such a comforting voice, Michael softened instinctively at it—despite what had happened. “Can I come in?”

Michael nodded and closed his notebook before Calum could sit down. It was too early for anyone to see, even Calum. Especially Calum.

“Typically you’re the one who hates the silent treatment,” Calum started. “But you didn’t come, and I got tired of waiting.”

“I feel dumb,” Michael said quietly.

“I don’t think you’re dumb,” Calum rubbed Michael’s knee gently.

“I feel like you won’t forgive me if I apologized,” Michael kept his brows furrowed.

“Mike, when have I not forgiven you for dumb shit?” Calum asked bluntly. And softened a little. “And this isn’t dumb shit. When it’s how you feel, why should I argue?”

Michael shrugged, and stayed quiet for a second. “I’m sorry, Cal,” He bit his lip and looked at him almost regretfully. Definitely remorsefully.

“I’m sorry, too.” Calum took Michael’s hand, and squeezed it in reassurance. “I should have known better than to make a big deal out of nothing. I’m trying to work on that while I’m stressed. I just haven’t gotten there yet...”

“No, stop,” Michael said. “You don’t have to apologize for anything. Calum, I’m the one who made a big deal out of nothing. I caused the scene. I should be groveling on my hands and knees for you. I should have went to find you.”

“Oh, Baby.” Calum wrapped his arms around Micheal’s shoulders, the body of the guitar poked awkwardly in his gut Michael noticed. He shifted to take the guitar strap off and reattached himself to Calum as soon as he could. “There’s no need to grovel. What’s said is said. Let’s go from here.”

Michael found that to be a difficult thought to rationalize. Moving forward and forgetting. He wasn’t good at that. He knew this would weigh on him for a few months at least.

“We’ve been under a lot of stress recently. So I know how you’re feeling. It doesn’t mean it’s okay, it just means I understand.”

“You’re the only one who listens to me sometimes, and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you,” Michael sighed and bit his lip. “I wish I could take it back.”

“I know.”

Michael buried his head in the crook of Calum’s neck. “I love you.” It barely came out as a whisper.

“I know,” he wasn’t even sure how Calum heard it. “And I love you.”

Michael kissed the soft skin gently and squeezed tighter.

“What were you writing? It sounded pretty,” Calum asked softly, in a lighter voice.

“It’s not done yet,” Michael sighed, “but it’s sort of a sad song.”

“What makes it sad?” Calum asked, earning a glare from Michael. “What? It didn’t sound sad from behind the door.”

“It’s about the fight. So far at least. I was inspired, but now I don’t know the chorus. Only the first verse. And maybe the pre-chorus.” Michael shrugged and picked at the strings at the neck of the guitar that was now propped against the bed. “It’s sort of hopeless sounding. I don’t think I’m gonna do anything with it.”

“Is that Michael Clifford giving up?” Calum teased, tickling his waist. Michael shrugged out of it, then into his embrace. “Is that Michael Clifford, the one who tells me not to abandon my songs half way through—my only beacon of light sometimes—telling me that he’s gonna be a hypocrite? Shame, shame, shame.” He tutted and shook his head.

Michael giggled into the tickles and sprawled against Calum’s chest. “Okay maybe I will do something with it. Since you’re pressuring me into it,” Michael teased back.

“No pressure from me,” Calum shrugged, “I’m just calling it for what it is. Hypocritical.”

“I’m not a hypocrite!” Michael said defensively.

Calum raised his eyebrows.

“I’m not!”

“Whatever you say...”

Michael grumbled under his breath about the “no pressure from me” boy pressuring him and it being just as hypocritical as it sounded as he reached for the guitar again. He sprawled back out against Calum—who had now perched on the pillows—and restarted the song.

Calum gently played with Michael’s hair as he played and attempted to write.

“Everything just feels sad,” Michael sighed and leaned his head back on Calum’s chest to look up at him. “But we’re not sad—just fucked up sometimes.”

“So?” Calum shrugged. “Mike, not everything that starts sad has to be sad. It’s not too late to liven it up a bit.”

Michael nodded slightly and thought about it. “You’re a genius,” he grinned after a second. Calum’s face broke into a confused—but pleased—smile. “Kiss me, genius boy.”

“Alright?” Calum’s dimples were still noticeable even when he leaned down to kiss Michael gently. And Michael opened his notebook to a new page, true love at his fingertips.

[integrationslady]

FMLS Week 0 Day 2

My fitness journey so far...

I’ve actually never written out my whole fitness journey. I’d love to wait until I get home and type out the whole story including pictures. But it’s long, since I’m old, and frankly I’m not 100% sure a single person would read the whole thing, so here’s a bullet point summary version:

Was a pretty average size and active kid. Weight wasn’t an issue or a topic of discussion

In sixth grade, two things happened. First, puberty (totally unavoidable, obvi). Second, I desperately wanted to be one of the cool kids. The cool kids ate ice cream at lunch (25 cent ice cream bars) and after school (40 cent baby cones at the burger place across the street) so I ate ice cream at lunch and after school (if I’d seen any of them wearing camo pants and flip flops, I 100% would’ve bought camo pants and flip flops). I was friendly with them, but not actually friends with them. I didn’t fully understand the difference, all I knew was that I was never included in things outside of school. So I ate some of my feelings, in the form of more ice cream.

Despite all the ice cream, I only got Big, not Fat. I could clearly see that I didn’t look like the girls in the media, or even a lot of the girls I went to school with, and that trendy styles tended to look different (usually worse) on me, but no one ever like, teased me for being fat or told me I needed to lose weight or anything. Throughout junior high, high school, and college, I mostly just accepted that I wasn’t skinny and moved on with my life.

After college, when I moved across the country for my first “real” job, I also ended up being a lot less active. The friends I made were awesome and supportive, but our main way of spending time together was to go out for dinner (seriously, at least twice a week for like three years... if only I had that money back huh). When I looked at a picture of myself from behind and thought it was a picture of my even bigger friend, I knew I had to do something, but had no idea what.

Around the same time, I quit teaching and went back to school. This had the added advantage of moving to another city and rooming with a friend of mine who’d considered going to culinary school. He was cool with cooking for all of us long as we did dishes and chipped in for groceries, so by eating what he made instead of everything in sight (along with the increase in activity level that came with being back in school), I did manage to lose some weight without any specific effort. I also somehow managed to keep it off after parting ways with that roommate (we’re still super good friends, we just stopped living together), though I think some of that was just that I was pretty broke and couldn’t afford to eat as much/richly as I might have otherwise.

About ten years ago, I moved back home where food was plentiful, and I ate a ton of it. About eight years ago, via another picture, I realized something needed to be done, and this time I was more determined to find something to do about it.

I found and completed a couch to 5K type program, but since I’d started in late September it quickly got cold and I did most of it on the treadmill. When I finished that, I did another one. I ran through various programs (all on the treadmill) for about a year and a half. I noticed a difference in my stamina and I still remember how good it felt when I completed my first straight running mile, but in all that time my body just didn’t change much.

I switched to lifting. Athletic progress was slower there, and I didn’t like it as much, but I saw faster physical results so I did that for about another and a half.

Five years ago, the man I thought I’d be with forever broke up with me via Facebook message. Looking back, I obviously realize it ended up being fine, good even, but at the time I was devastated. I pretty much completely quit working out. I didn’t work out with him, or for him, or because of him in any way, but working out was something I did while I was with him and since I wasn’t with him anymore I wanted to be someone different. A few months later I moved into a new apartment and my rent was a bit higher, so I canceled my gym membership.

About the same time I moved, the company I work at started getting bigger. We started hiring lots of cool people and as my friend group grew I started getting over my heartbreak and realizing that my life was still pretty awesome and that him leaving wasn’t a good reason to change things I liked. Luckily at the same time, FMLS90 was gearing up, so I jumped on that.

I started running, outside this time, and loved it. I got better, I got faster, I ran some fun races, I did a 200 day run streak. I was a runner. Then my sister talked me into doing some bigger races that, frankly, I wasn’t really ready for. I hated training, and managed to train myself into being a worse runner than I had been. I finished those races about a year and a half ago, but so far I haven’t been able to rekindle my love of running, I don’t even remember the last time I manged to run a mile without stopping. I’m sort of hoping that, since I found running during my first FMLS90, maybe doing it again will jump start me to get back into it, although the impending winter my dampen that opportunity. In the meantime, I do still enjoy working out, so I’m hitting the gym a few days a week. I’m mostly trying to keep it steady while not letting it affect my social life (that was probably my least favorite thing about training).

I’m also doing sort of a bastardized version of intermittent fasting. My eating window is so long that a purist would probably tell me I’m not even doing IF. But I’ve noticed a difference in the amount I’m eating, and a small difference in the way my clothes fit, so I’m gonna keep it up. I do plan on shortening the window as I go, but slowly.

That was still longer than I expected, but that’s where I’ve been and where I’m at. And I’m excited to see where I go!

[icedteaandoldlace]

Y'ALL. Wild work story time!

So early in the evening, I get a call from this woman who has already ordered, but wants to add something to her order. Her original order was 18 wings and two salads, and her total was under $2.00 because she had store credit. So she adds 6 more wings and another salad and that's it, and she double checked with me to make sure it was all on the same ticket, because her husband was gonna be picking it up, and she didn't want him thinking he got everything and leaving something behind, which is a thing that happens sometimes. So anyways, it's a very run-of-the-mill conversation, I update the order, we hang up, and I go about my business. Very shortly afterwards, her husband comes in to pick up the order. I give him his total, which is now $13-something, and he makes this face, and it's not the confused kind of face people normally make when someone adds something to their order without notifying them of the change, but more like he ate something sour or smells something bad, and he says, "No..." and just kinda leaves it at that for a second (waiting for me to magically go "Whoops! Wrong number!" I suppose), but when I do my standard reply instead (confirming the name and the contents of the order), this guy, instead of being like, "Yeah, that's the right order" and letting me explain what happened, he just says, "My total was two dollars."

Which is confirmation enough for me that it's the right order, so I try again: "The wings and the salads, for Rose? Your wife called just a minute ago and added more to the order." And right in the middle of my sentence, he asks to speak to a manager. And since I'm not 100% certain I heard him correctly (because I WAS TALKING when he said it), I'm like, "What? Did you say you want to see a manager?" No reply. Awkward pause. I ask again. Same thing. And this is not the first time he's started to talk while I was talking, either, nor was it the last. This conversation has a lot of awkward starts and stops, like the verbal equivalent of riding with someone learning how to drive a stick shift, and every single time I ask him to either repeat what he said or just confirm that I heard him right, it's like talking to a brick wall. And at no point at all does he act like he's having trouble hearing me, or like he doesn't understand what's going on, but he doesn't acknowledge a single thing I say, so while I am getting very flustered because I'm having trouble discerning what he wants or what I need to explain, and because nothing I say is having any kind of effect on him whatsoever, he is just weirdly interacting with me yet also acting as if I don't exist at the same time. He did ask me to repeat the total once because he had forgotten what it was, but again didn't react when I repeated it, just another weird pause, even though he can hear me talking and see my lips moving. At one point he brought up his wife's credit, as though still convinced I had the wrong order or something had just been entered incorrectly, and he asked how much the individual items cost. So I printed out his ticket, read the individual prices and the original subtotal ($38-something) AND the amount of the credit, AND the final total, and concluded that it was correct, even making sure to add that "...so with the third salad and the other wings that she just added, that puts the total at [whatever it was]," JUST IN CASE he somehow missed that detail the first time. And yet again, there is no acknowledgement toward me or anything I'm saying, and he didn't even glance at the ticket when I printed it out, not even in an, "Oh, movement out of the corner of my eye, what is this?" kind of way. Just...nothing. And this all happens in a very short frame of time--like, probably just a little over a minute, possibly even less--but apparently his majesty thinks I was taking too long to get the issue sorted out (even though I had explained it repeatedly and in detail), so he goes, "Well, I'm tired of waiting," and says it in this conceding manner, as if he Knows he's being overcharged and it's some strange mystery as to WHY, but he's going to let it slide and just pay the full total I gave him because he's Such A Swell Guy Giving The Mixed-Up Cashier A Break. And so as he starts to open his wallet, since it's the first time I've had the opportune moment to bring it up, I say, "And some of the wings are still cooking, so it'll be a few minutes before they're ready," because letting someone know their food isn't ready yet is crucial information when they're there to pick it up. It should have already been obvious that it wasn't ready given that I'd already told him his wife JUST CALLED to add more to the order, yet he just makes one of those "this might as well happen" faces, the kind that's like so annoyed it's almost amused, and this is something I see quite a bit whenever someone just has one thing after the next going wrong with their order (usually something that can't be helped, like we ran out of several things they wanted to order), and sometimes the person making that face does actually get annoyed with me or with the restaurant over it, but a good bit of the time they just have a little personal #FML moment at the universe in general, and then they gather their composure and they're like, "okay, yeah, that's fine" and let me know they don't blame me. But with this guy, I couldn't tell which it was gonna be. So anyway, he puts his wallet away and goes to the bench to wait. It's not out of the ordinary for someone to want to wait until their food is ready before they pay, especially if they have reason to suspect something might go wrong with it, and it's usually a very chill situation and they're not dicks about it or anything, and I figure this is just one of those situations, so I just make a mental note to remember he hasn't paid yet in case I need to remind him. So I move on to the next customer, and after I've taken care of them right quick, I go to make the guy's third salad, and ended up having to make all three of them, because no one had made the original two. Since there are no interruptions, this takes only a couple of minutes. Then once I have all three of his salads finished and put in the fridge, there's another customer who needs a salad made, so I start on that one. Right in the middle of working on the other person's salad, this guy shows up at my side and says, "What the fuck is the holdup?!" As if he had been waiting for thirty minutes as opposed to like, five, give or take. Like, I wasn't even sure his wings had had time to finish cooking yet, since 15 minutes is our standard wait time. But the man is enraged and acting like he's being treated horribly, and he's steady ranting and cussing for the whole world to hear (he had the nerve to make some sort of complaint about bad manners?), and I just say calmly, deliberately not acknowledging his bad attitude, "I'll check on your wings for you." So I check on his wings, leaving the salad half-made, and sure enough, his wings are now ready, and they can't have been sitting for more than a few seconds, given how little time has elapsed. So I bag them up, functioning on autopilot, because he's reached the level of angry that I don't engage with, because when someone's that angry, your only options are A) try to reason with them, which is guaranteed to fail, B) get snippy, thus escalating the situation and getting fired, or C) letting your body register how overwhelmed you suddenly feel and bursting into tears. None of those are good ideas, so I just act as though he's any normal customer who's not making a scene, and bring him his stuff, making sure to check the screen as I go to hand it to him to see if someone else has cashed him out yet. I can see that he still hasn't paid, but as soon as everything on his order is present, he snatches it up, whirls around, and swiftly storms out. Before he can get away, I call loudly, knowing good and well that he can hear me, "You haven't paid yet," not bothering to sugarcoat it with my customer service voice. He deliberately ignores me. I make no further effort to stop him, because while I have reminded irate customers that they still had to pay for their orders, and I have gone after people who simply forgot to pay before, there's no way in hell I'm about to chase down someone who flat out refused to pay for their food, because anyone that brazen and unpredictable is not someone I'm going to force a confrontation with. And since the whole thing was so surreal, I didn't actually register what happened enough to do anything else about it, so I just went back to making the other person's salad. But the other server on duty fortunately had the presence of mind to tell the shift manager what happened, then he asked me about it, I filled in the blanks for him, and then he made a call, either to someone higher up or to the police. And he tried to call the customer, too, because duh, we have his phone number from the order. Dummy didn't think that through when he made his grand exodus.

It was insane. All the other customers in the building were side-eyeing the guy and giving their own commentary on the situation. One guy who had dined in said as he was paying for his meal that he had been able to see the guy pull out from his table, and that he'd been in such a hurry that he almost hit another car pulling in on his way out. And I know someone called the police at some point, because they showed up shortly after this all went down, but once they did, the manager had finally gotten a hold of the man's wife, and she agreed to pay for their food over the phone, so there were no charges pressed in the end. The wife has been quoted as saying, "My husband can get a bit impatient," much to the incredulity of the entire staff. Then once everything was taken care of, the police decided to have dinner there, in part to keep an eye out in case the guy came back to cause more trouble, which he fortunately did not.

And all this before the sun had even gone down.

[purplesurveys]

520

What is your best talent? I’m gonna guess writing, since I get compliments on it and I fairly enjoy doing it.

Do you know anyone named Nicole? Nicole is a pretty popular second name in the Philippines but I don’t know anyone actually going by the name.

Have you ever had a true FML? I’ve been around 21 years and I’m pretty clumsy, so there’s been a handful. Just yesterday I was drinking milk tea when a pearl got stuck in my straw and I couldn’t drink any of the tea. I didn’t want to sip it in for fear of having the pearl lodged in my throat, so I did the opposite and blew air onto the straw. The milk tea exploded all over my face and my outfit lmao

Are you considering having children right now? Not right now, but I’d want a couple by the next decade or so.

Do you enjoy the darkness? Only when I have to sleep. Otherwise, the dark can trigger me to be sad and start thinking dark thoughts.

Are you afraid of being single? Well, where I am now, yes. I’m in a great place with Gab and I wouldn’t want to lose her.  But the idea of being single itself doesn’t bother me a lot - it just means more money to spend on myself hahaha.

Do you have a new boyfriend/girlfriend every week? Nope.

Are you good at deceiving others? Only when it comes to looking cheery when I’ve really been having an internal breakdown - I don’t like letting people in. But other than that, I’m awful at lying.

How much memory does your computer have? Just 120 GB. I don’t save a lot of stuff so I didn’t feel the need for storage space.

Do you play video games? Sometimes, and when I do it’s 1) easy, family-friendly games like those on the Wii, or 2) simply goofing around in open world games and not actually doing missions. I’m really bad at video games and have never finished one, so I never formed an attachment to them like others have.

What color are your eyes? Black.

Is your hair layered? Nah, I don’t think I’ve had it layered since I was 11.

What is the closest yellow thing to you? The blanket on me has yellow polka dots.

Do you believe in labeling others? Sure, but only if it’s based from personal experiences. The best example I could give you is labeling people I go to school with, and if they’re decent groupmates or just pain-in-the-ass freeloaders. I don’t like going any more personal than that, though; when I do ~label it’s just to look out for my own sanity.

Have you ever shot an animal? NO.

How do you feel about Judge Judy? I have never seen it and have no idea what it’s about.

Do you exercise daily? No, but I do have PE on Wednesdays and Fridays. How many months have you been alive? 257.

Can you do cool things with your hair? Nope. The most creative thing I can do with it is a bun. I don’t know how to do a braid and much less anything more creative than that. Do you have a couch in your house? Yeah. We bought an L-shaped couch fairly recently and it is everythinggggg. Would you like to have a soda machine in your room? No thanks, I hate soda.

Are you impatient? In most contexts, yeah. Would you pay someone to drive you around everywhere? Maybe not everywhere since I do know how to drive and enjoy it from time to time, but it would be nice to have this luxury especially if I have to go to places where I’d have to go through traffic. Do you think soap operas are too good to be true? I wouldn’t know, since I never watch/ed those. Are you conscious of your weight? I’m not conscious but I’m generally aware that I need to gain like 10 pounds. Have you ever jumped out of a window? No. Are you tolerant of pain? NOOOOOOOO I hate feeling pain. [Graphic] Currently I have a second-degree burn on the roof of my mouth because I stupidly bit on a freshly-cooked takoyaki last Monday (wasn’t able to spit it out cos I was in public and was stupidly more concerned about bystanders getting grossed out than my mouth getting burned). No skin left at all, just a big ass wound. I’ve had to skip meals and eat less because the pain is a BITCH and it has just been so uncomfortable and I get headaches from it and I want to cry. What kind of mood are you usually in? I don’t have a ‘usual’ mood. Do you feel like you can read others minds? I’m generally good at getting a feel of what they’re thinking of and how they are, but like I’m not anything close to being a mind reader lol. Do you have a webcam? It’s a part of my laptop. Do you finish other peoples sentences? Sometimes I tend to do that, but I realize it can be annoying so I avoid it. How many pairs of shoes do you own? I’m too lazy to count but 10-15 pairs seems like a safe guess. When is your birthday? April 21st.

Do you feel important where you’re at right now? Getting there. Are you short tempered? Yeah, a great deal. Do you cry when someone yells at you? Typically. My mom yelled at me a lot as a kid so I get very sensitive when anyone raises their voices at me. Have you ever been homeless? Nope. How many online accounts do you have? I have a lot, if we’re counting sites beyond social media. I’ve had to sign up for apps for classes, like Schoology; for alternative slide-making services like Canva; for other apps that I find useful, like Zomato. Do you drive through red lights? No, never. What sound puts you to sleep? Silence. As much as possible it has to be quiet; I don’t like white noise. I suppose the sound of rain and thunderstorms is soothing too. Are you a fast or slow reader? I’m pretty fast from all the years I spent reading as a kid. But it still depends - if I don’t like what I’m reading or if it’s an academic piece, I’ll have to slow down. Are you a good speller? Yes. Do you have a TV in your bedroom? Nope. I used to have one but I never used it so they gave it to my brother. How long can you go without sleeping? I usually put a limit at like 16-18 hours. Any longer than that and i start to get crankier. How long can you go without talking? I’m guessing fairly long? I have no problem with not talking, as an introvert. Do you currently have a job? No, I don’t. Do you tend to always be in some sort of drama? Nah I typically just watch from afar. Do you collect quarters from every state? We don’t have quarters and we don’t have states. How important is appearance in your life? Like, physical appearance? It’s pretty up there. I like having my hair neat and putting on a nice, matching outfit whatever the occasion. Are you any good at photography? No, not at all. I could never figure it out. I just take photos on my phone and hope it does the job well. Would you rather sleep all night or sleep all day? All day. I like being out at night. Do you hate getting up early? In general, yes, even if I’m waking up for something exciting like a vacation. Does it bother you when people use poor grammar? It used to, until I realized judging people for their grammar is a shitty thing to do especially if they aren’t fluent in the language they’re attempting to speak. I do draw the line at people trying to sound smart and coming off as an asshole - if they also happen to use poor grammar, that’s when I’ll find it funny. Could you see yourself being a bartender? No. I feel like I’d forget so many recipes and be so exhausted from having to be friendly with everyone.

Have you ever been in an abusive relationship? No. We had toxic tendencies in the beginning but 1) we’ve ironed it out since, and 2) I don’t think those tendencies immediately made the entire relationship toxic.

Are you currently tired? Nah, I just woke up and I’m looking to work on a bunch of homework today. What was the last thing you had to drink? Water, cos I chugged a loooot of Vietnamese coffee last night. Do you like to take walks? Not so much, but I’m learning to like them. I walked the entire Academic Oval in school last Thursday :) Have you ever had de ja vu? Yeah, many times. Are you a fan of anime? No. Do you draw a lot? I can’t draw, so no. Do you plan on going to college? I’m in college/university. Those mean the same thing here. Do you feel at home in your own home? Most days. Do you pay for your own cell phone bill? I’m on a prepaid plan, but no, my mom pays for my load. Do you really think that life’s what you make it? To a certain extent. There are some things that just happen to you and you can’t help it, unfortunately > Pretty much.

[lanas-academics-blog]

HAPPY SEPTEMPTER!

Hi guys! Just wanted to share an update, a bit of the work I’ve been doing for the past couple of days, and what I have planned to do for the upcoming holiday on Monday!

So first semester started, and I have officially completed my second week of Sophomore year! My classes are nice, but I’ve been having a bit of trouble with my online classes, which I can talk about later! Even though I only have two on-campus classes, I am taking 14 credits, so I’m very busy with schoolwork most of the time. Below I’ll start with a summary of my classes and how they’re going! I’ll then talk about my past and future work. Keep in mind this post is gonna be kinda lengthy so if that’s not your thing, probably don’t click below lol.

So, starting from my first class of the week every week! Human Relations.

To start off - my Human Relations class has a lot of notes. We take notes every class - which I like - but we haven’t really done any actual assignments. We did have a quiz over our book’s second chapter (that I missed because I mixed up a holiday and didn’t go to class - I’m dumb lmao) and we watch video clips, but there hasn’t been a big assignment or anything yet which I’m grateful for.

We do this thing in the class called a reading where we talk about a certain celebrity in a given book and what they have to say about surviving college / advice they have altogether, and I really like the vibe it brings to the class. We are going through each student and doing one every class, and it’s a really nice way to start class every day. We all discuss the advice and give our input, which I think is a good way to get everyone involved.

Over all the class is a bit slow as of late, but discussions make it worth it for sure. I’m excited to see what’s to come with this class!

Next is my Digital Communications class!

This class is entirely online, so we do weekly modules and have until Friday of that week to finish all the work, and it���s all very in-depth assignments. Videos, discussion boards, and quizzes are all major parts of our grades for this class. I love all the feedback and discussions we have over certain topics in this class, because it really opens you up and makes you see other’s POV on things!

It’s a very modern class, and I feel like I’m learning about things happening now in real time (just last week I learned about AI Cars and computers that mimic brain activity to work more efficiently) and it’s something I feel is really important when it comes to digital themed classes! Technology is moving fast, so it’s important we keep up.

Just this last week we learned about viral video trends and the era of “The YouTubers / Online Influencers” and it was so interesting! If anyone is interested in the video (which also talks about YouTube’s history and is a really educational video at its core) I will link it here: Viral Video : YouTube Marketing.

If I’m not using an online website to complete an assignment (just last week I had to look up my name and relatives names to see just how easy it is to find people’s information online), I’m usually writing a long reply to a video for a grade, or responding to other student’s replies for a grade as well. Even though it’s a grade it’s all very open and doesn’t feel too grade-ish. We all have great discussions.

The next class I’m not too fond of, just because I slept my way through high school Algebra, is of course: Algebra. Paired with the sleeping and my state just not caring about our education at all in the past, Algebra is really difficult for me this year. I have to re-teach myself everything from scratch and get the help of some of my friends who are good at Alg (u know who you are). It’s been really difficult, but I’ll get there. On the other hand, also been very rewarding when I understand it!

My book for this class was expensive ($103) and I’m trying to take really good care of it. I bought as apposed to rent because I was told to on the syllabus (it came with an online code which we ended up not even needing so hey! waste of money!) but now I’ll probably sell it back to the school library after this term ends to get some of that money back. 

The number one thing that has helped me, funnily enough, is memes! My friends and I have made memes relating to rules for certain problems, and it’s really helped. I even went as far as printing off one of the memes and stapling it into my math notebook, just so I can see it when I’m studying! I’ll show it to you just because it makes me laugh:

( Any ARMY’s out there - HMU )

As you can see I rewrote my notes for Math just last night (which I plan on doing from now on) just to refresh my memory and study a bit more on the topics I knew I needed to. Figuring out how least common anything works has been literal hell for me, but I’m slowly starting to learn. It’s a work in progress, for sure.

Apart from that, my teacher never gives us set due dates, and we can take all our tests at home, which is a complete life saver for me. I’m about a week ahead in the class because of all the extra work I’ve been putting in trying to re-learn everything, and I plan to keep it that way. This class is challenging but rewarding. In class my professor lectures for about an hour and a half - two hours depending on how long the chapter is (which is usually maybe like 15 pages?) and we take notes the whole time.

The class is pretty silent so I’ve been trying to ask a lot of questions and talk to the people next to me to help the awkward atmosphere as well. I’m a shy person in general but I can be friendly and this class really needs that sort of attitude from the students. The professor is old and he’s really nice, but he’s not too keen on involving students, so I try and help.

Over all, I like the class. It’s challenging for sure, but that was expected. I’m excited to see where this class goes in the future though!

So to finish this off, I’ll talk about my last class, which has proved to be the most difficult regardless of me doing no work at all for it yet. Geology.

The reason I’ve had so many struggles with this class already is because the way it’s set up is just a big mess if I’m being totally honest.

To make things short (because I wrote this once and it literally deleted on me) I have to use three different websites for this one class, a giant textbook (that should have come with an access code to one of the websites, but didn’t), and the way my teacher creates assignments is Messy. It’s all stuff I’ll have to get used to I guess, so we’ll see how things play out. I really hope I like the material though because if I don’t I won’t hesitate to take a fat W on my manuscript (I’m kidding, but it’d be nice to be able to drop fml).

So, moving on from that, let’s talk about my weekend!

THURSDAY:

So my weekend started early because my HR class was cancelled for Friday, so I went ahead and did all of my Digital Comm. work on Thursday. It was all due that next day on Friday so it was a good thing that I finished it all (it took about four hours) but it was interesting so it wasn’t too bad to do. Apart from that I did a lot of misc. stuff like filled out paperwork for my college and tried writing a little bit. I didn’t do a lot of my homework on Thursday because I knew I had all weekend, so that was pretty much all I did academic wise that day.

FRIDAY: 

God himself couldn’t tell you where I was or what I did on Friday. I had a really bad day I think so I kind of just slept the day away. I truly can’t remember. Oh well though, we’re all human, we have bad days!

SATURDAY:

So Saturday (last night) was when I actually got shit done. I finally found motivation to rewrite my Math and HR notes (coffee. coffee was the motivation), and I got them looking really pretty as well as put those memes in, haha. Here’s a picture of a couple pages I rewrote!

So on top of consuming two whole cups of coffee, and binging on MNM’s, I rewrote my notes and then wrote out some emails I needed to send to a couple of my professors. I got a lot done last night which means I’ll have more time to finish what I need to this week!

FUTURE ASSIGNMENTS:

SUNDAY: 

So, today is going to be busy. I’m going to spend today doing all of my Geology work, which means catching up on Chapters 1-2, and then starting the work for this week (that is due on Thursday). I’m already a little behind because of getting my book late, so the work is piling slowly. I’ll have to work hard to finish it all by Thursday.

MONDAY:

Monday will be spent finishing any Geology work I didn’t finish today (Sunday), and then doing my Math test (due Wednesday), and all of my Digital Comm. work (due Friday). I want to finish all my work for this week in a big clump by Tuesday at least so I can finally just relax and spend a few days relaxing and then picking up my study routine again on Friday. 

So it’s clear these last two weeks have been a mess, but I’m slowly starting to get into a routine. I want to plan a few trips to the library this week to get some work done, and then maybe to the gym on campus! Just so I can see if it’d be somewhere I wanna go in the future. I also want to make it a goal to make a few more friends, and possibly join a club.

I will for sure keep you guys updated, and if you’ve read this far, thank you! I hope you enjoyed reading my ramblings, haha.

Happy September and happy studying!

-Lana.

[ghostmartyr]

Pokémon White Randomized Nuzlocke Run [Part 3]

It’s time for hunting for thieves with Burgh! Long may no one else die in the process!

Team headcount:

Boeing (Latios)

Frogger (Seismitoad)

Ptera (Archeops)

Palm (Shroomish)

I’ll also throw the Miracle Seed on Palm, since I forgot to do that last time.

Hm. This is technically part of the same route Palm came from, but it’s a different area. I think if the randomizer considers it part of a different area, I will too. So if it has something from the outside part, I won’t catch it. If it turns out they both happen to have some things in common, and the first one was one of those, oh well. It was the first one in the area.

Stepping forward to find out if we get a new one or not.

I don’t want it.

This might be a bad idea, but I think I’m going to let Palm just murder it. I do not want an Octillery, and then I’ll still only have one thing from Pinwheel Forest. It might be something I end up regretting, because as of right now, if my team wipes, I have nothing eligible to start over with, but.

Exp gotten, Grape avenged one more time.

So far there is nothing in this forest except for Octillery. What is this hell.

I do not like the Patrat line. I might never like it again. Appropriate that Team Plasma currently seems to do almost nothing else.

Okay, so for future reference, the insides of Pinwheel Forest are counted as a different area by the Randomizer. That future might not be so far off, depending on how this goes. The important thing is that something besides an Octillery can exist in these woods.

I have photo evidence.

Without it, even I wouldn’t believe at this point.

Awesome, recovered the skull. Considering the size, I am not sure how a boy my age manages to do anything with it but not be crushed by it, but thankfully the plot is uninterested in such complications. Skull get.

I have no memory of what that means. I assume it means that if I live long enough, I’m gonna beat you up.

Oh good, we give the skull to Lenora. She’s someone I have faith in to be able to lift it. She is very mighty, and when I don’t think about the consequences of our battle I still am highly appreciative of her.

I basically don’t do anything for the next twenty minutes but run around and let Ptera kill stuff. I am overusing Ptera because Ptera can one-shot everything into oblivion, and that’s a comfort.

But.

There is good news after I remember I have other pokemon.

Boeing

no longer has Psywave.

I’d never really bothered looking up the accuracy, I just was sad when the damn thing never hit. It turns out, in addition to having variable damage, Psywave has 80% accuracy.

I have never hated a move so much.

It’s gone now.

Boeing can murder things.

Together, friend. We will make it to the end of this.

Oh, the bridge! This is the one with the bridge! Bridges, even!

Best part of this generation for sure.

Now we’re in sections I think I remember a little more about. Mostly in relation to how often I ended up lost in this place. It’s not really that difficult, but for many, many years all of the towns and other locations were nice and neat 2D things. You might not know where to go next in some spots, but having trouble figuring out where you were wasn’t really a thing.

Along comes Castelia City, and it’s all “hold my drink,” and I, a mere ten-year-old, trip down back alleys trying to find out what in the heck I’m meant to be doing.

Now I, a mere ten-year-old, will probably do much the same. With an active interest in seeking out any grass.

The real question here is which evolution stone I want. I can’t use Panpour. So I guess... hm. I might as well go with the Fire option? I think I mussed with the evolution settings, so I’m not sure if I need them or not (I shouldn’t need to trade anything to get it to evolve, but past that, it’s one giant shrug). I also don’t have anything in my party that needs a stone yet, and there is no way to guess at what I might find in the future.

What I do know is I have a Grass and a Water pokemon, so let’s just round that out. That’s what the chimp options are there for, after all.

Fire Stone get.

I have zero memory of what’s up with the ship, but boats usually mean trainers to fight. Whatever the case, it is presently plot-locked.

We’re going through the city to try to gather all the Dancer trainers for a squad, which basically means beating up more of the Pan-squad, and a guy in the alley jumps out and gives us Flash.

Pokemon games are the best.

Dance squad assembled. Now that I think about it, I think this might be the version where rotating battles are introduced. I also think that might not be the right name, but the important bit is that three pokemon are participating at once and you can rotate through. I bring this up now because I’m wondering if talking to these guys again will set one off.

...Nope. I do get an Amulet Coin, though. Those are always good to have.

A building full of trainers I didn’t remember! That’s much better than running back to Pinwheel Forest or going ahead for grinding. Too bad this resource doesn’t renew itself.

Oh, nice. The guy to our right gave us Quick Balls and Timer Balls. Those are some of my favorites.

I’m not touching the Gym until everyone’s 30. I already regret that decision, but you know something else I regret? No longer having a Fire type. So yeah, this is the program and we’re sticking to it.

A Hyper Potion and Revive are also in this building. One of those has no use to us, so yay free money. Here’s hoping that we don’t use up the other one right away. I’m already imagining the horror that is the Elite Four.

Also, since I never play these games with the volume on (ancient suspicions about battery life from the era of AAs), can I just say how wonderfully spooky the Scientist theme is?

Heeeeeey. That is a good thing to have.

Time to check if I’m able to go forward, or if my grinding has to be stuck at Pinwheel Forest. As much as I like the bridge, let me tell you my preference.

Forward enough, anyway.

I think there will be some sort of roadblock ahead, but I should be able to come across my next teammate first. And some Fishermen.

Palm enjoyed meeting the Fishermen.

First encounter spotted.

Huh. I don’t think I’ve ever used one of these in a game before. The evolution is never worth bothering with unless you’re shooting for the pokedex entry, and I think by the time you run into its first form, you’ve already got most of your team arranged already.

The real question is if I have something that won’t kill it...

I think Cut might be the answer.

...I am the worst trainer ever, fml.

So. Uh.

The Escavalier is caught.

Apparently it knew something besides Fury Attack and Leer. Funny story, that.

Boeing is dead.

Ahahaha. Wow. I do not want you. You murdered my best friend. You are also now more necessary than you were. So. You need a name.

You’re a dark knight.

First girl on the team is named Batman.

Batman does not kill.

The real challenge of this game is going to be whether or not I can ever have six usable pokemon at a time. Dang. This is much rougher than anticipated. Boeing was one of those beasts I thought would be with me until the very end.

Of course, the same can be said for all that now lie here. I was definitely arrogant enough to assume that I could go through the game with none of you dying.

Serves me right, I suppose.

I really hope I don’t need to teach something else Cut now.

Goodbye, Boeing. We had four levels of being useful together. You taught me to hate Psywave, and your sacrifice brought Batman to the team. In time she will learn to honor that.

Batman is Adamant and loves to eat. That is about the best Nature I could ask for. She isn’t going to be very useful at the moment, but she has the Exp. Share now, so. We’re going to change that.

This run just got much harder. Again.

Apparently Bug is the theme of this desert.

That is one definite disadvantage to starting with a Psychic pokemon. Bug hurts. It doesn’t help that I almost constantly forgot what Boeing’s typing was.

Huh. Geodude also frequent this area.

It’s funny. Out of what’s available, so far I’ve been pretty darn happy with what I’ve ended up with. I mean, I would prefer Batman being a little weaker so I still had Boeing, but Escavalier is not awful. And I’ve never used one before. All praise the randomness.

You know what else is funny?

All the wild Escavalier here need multiple hits even with moves that are effective. All those turns I spent Cutting Batman down to size, allowing room for Boeing’s death, were unnecessary.

Haaaaa. Live and learn.

Unless you’re Boeing.

Frogger’s just going to murder everything in this route while the meager party slowly grows to level 30. Once more I feel my boredom setting in, but at this point I don’t think being less cautious is really a good idea. Getting six pokemon in my party has become something to strive for instead of the expectation.

-checks in an hour later-

Someone save me from this hell.

I think when the time comes, I’m going to take Ptera and Palm back to Pinwheel. The level differences aren’t that great, and ALL the Blaziken kills would probably do them both some good. Ptera can probably take the things in the desert, but his Defense is terrible if something goes wrong (which it easily might) and I’m not so sure about Palm. Either way Palm’s getting the Exp. Share for it, and that’s probably still twenty minutes away, because grinding.

I really wish I hadn’t accidentally killed Timon and Boeing.

You never realize what a useful tool letting pokemon faint is until you can’t. Sigh.

I am going to giggle like a small child every time that question pops up. My only good decisions in this run are their names.

Fun fact: Grinding is boring.

Batman and Frogger are all set, so I did make my way back to Pinwheel Forest in the hopes of helping Palm’s unfortunate Nature out with some better EVs and just generally having him and Ptera fight against things they could kill in one hit.

That’s working out.

This is taking forever.

I refuse to do this for the next gym. Isn’t failure the spice of any challenge?

I don’t even know what the next Gym is... Wait. Is it the electric model one? I think it might be. I remember liking her. I like her pokemon less. Flying electric squirrels are hardish to kill.

Ptera learned Acrobatics. So that’s neat.

Two. More. Levels. Come on. Bring on the massive surge of wild Blaziken.

Have I already pointed out that this is one of the generations where exp is calculated in part by level differential? The more I need the less I get.

At long last. It is done.

In your memory, Timon.

Dude, c’mon. It was going to be touching. I was going to murder all your Bugs and be like, “this is for all the things I accidentally got killed on my way here!” and now you’ve gone and ruined it with your plot interruptions. Sigh.

I’m supposed to go to one of the piers. If I’d been reading the text instead of mashing buttons I probably would know which one, but walking down each option and trying them all in order is fun, right? Right.

It’s always the last one you check.

I remember just enough of the story to say that was one heck of a mistake they done made.

Oh wait, Bianca’s pokemon? Oh. That’s much sadder.

Team Plasma grunt shows up, and it’s time to run after it. After all, I am ten. I am the most reliable aid anyone could ask for in a situation such as this.

I say, brilliant deduction, Burgh!

There is probably art of Burgh and Looker somewhere on the internet. They solve crimes.

Guess who has thirteen levels on Team Plasma like a boss. It is all four of my remaining pokemon. Yay.

They keep bringing up the Seven Sages, and I keep not remembering any of them except for one. My memory was that there was the one guy. And even that guy was pretty blurry. Now there are seven?

I just wanna catch stuff and pick fights hurry up plot.

The plot hears my requests and punishes me with an infodump about pokemon mythology of the region. Why this.

For my current purposes, I don’t care, but I actually like Black and White’s background for Unova. I like stories about heroes and dragons, and having the cover legendaries being relevant in things that aren’t just glamorized sidequests. It’s a fun game.

The monsters are just so much funner.

Let us try this again!

I love all the gyms in this generation.

Our first victim starts with a level 20 Sewaddle and a level 20 Venipede.

Ptera covers his claws in their blood.

...Okay, that one’s a little too dark. The opponents’ monsters aren’t actually dying, just fainting. My guys are the only ones who can die, adding new weight to Batman’s name. She will go into battle for justice, never inflicting lethal damage, yet she might one day fall.

Burgh’s pokemon are probably mid-20s. It’s fair to say I didn’t need to grind as much as I did, and it’s also fair to say I’d do it all over again because the last Gym was traumatic.

I wonder if part of how they decide Gym Leaders is asking them what they’ll do if they get their own building and carte blanche to design it. That should be the new Sorting question: What Type would your Gym be, and what are your thoughts on its interior design?

I think one of them this gen has you being shot through the air with cannons.

We look so serious.

Burgh does not.

First up is a level 21 Whirlipede. I feel fairly confident in saying that Ptera is up to the challenge.

Following that is a level 21 Dwebble. It does not have Sturdy.

Last is a level 23 Leavanny, and if you think these short sentences are a really uninspired way of describing such an epic fight, you’d be right, but they did not have much to work with. Ptera took everything that didn’t have an Ability preventing such acts down in one hit.

His prize.

He has the option of learning DragonBreath, and I normally wouldn’t bother with it, but considering how worried I am about whether or not I’ll manage to have six pokemon in a party at once, AncientPower with its 5 PP taking up a move slot is... maybe not what I want to go with.

On the other hand, Ptera’s a physical attacker and DragonBreath only does 60 with no STAB.

We are abandoning the way of the dragon, Ptera.

That was Boeing’s realm.

Badge get! Now, are we going to be able to leave the Gym without the plot calling?

No. The answer is no.

Look, it’s free exp! I mean one of my best friends!

With that invitation received, our time in Castelia comes to a close. This segment saw our most painful loss yet. Hopefully that has taught me a thing or two about being careful, but those lessons tend to be really temporary with me and video games.

Until next time.

[yakumtsaki]

Ok I knew I hadn’t posted Unions in forever but good lord. The screenshots after, not before, AFTER this.. are the previews for this. Like we’re literally talking ancient history here. Let’s dive right in and see if we can wrap this up sometime during a human’s natural lifespan. SO when we left off we were desperately trying to make friends for Wyatt’s final promotion, ‘desperately’ being the operative word. We’ve done some pathetic shit in our time but shittalking each other to Apartment Life nobodies is honestly peak gutter, so you know. our natural environment. Spoiler alert, the kids are teens now and Wyatt has still not gotten promoted! Truly the Picasso of incompetence.

Good ol’ uncle Gunther is also here for some reason which I’m guessing is ‘came over uninvited’ but at least someone is paying attention to Shajar for once. Beggars can’t be choosers and Gunther as a father figure is the equivalent of someone leaving a button and good vibes in your cup. 

-So you see Shajar, life is nothing but a slow march towards our certain doom so who cares if your parents hate you?? My parents hated me till adulthood and I turned out amazing as you can surely tell by my stripes/plaid/indoor sunglasses combo!

-Think long and hard before procreating, brother, because there’s no guarantee you’ll even like your kids. Looking at you, Shajar.

-Um can I go now?

-Don’t know why you’re here in the first place and not in the crypt where we’ve set up your bed and everything! Kids these days.

Oh right, Brit Brit is also here so I guess I did invite these douchebags over. Way to go @ me.

-BRITTANY HOW COULD YOU TEAR THE MORAL FABRIC OF OUR WIFE-SWAPPING-BASED LIFE PARTNERSHIP LIKE THIS???? JUST STEAL ONE OF THEIR PETS LIKE AN UPSTANDING CITIZEN 

DON’T YOU DARE BRIT-

Ugh nevermind, it’s Sophie aka Brittany in cat form. Take her!

And take Shajar too while you’re at it cause absolutely not @ Victoria dying but the gnome drama living on. ENOUGH. This almost makes me appreciate Cyneswith’s ridiculous 10 nice points for a split second..

..but then I turn around and see this. GOOD GRIEF. How did Jojo and Wyatt produce vegan Tinkerbell here not even god knows.

This alliance of obnoxiousness is but the first in what is gonna become a running theme of every annoying flop in this neighborhood looooooving Maxx. Can’t keep kindred spirits apart for long! Honestly this legacy is turning me from pet maniac to Captain Ahab, like on one hand you have fucking Maxx who hasn’t done anything yet but just you wait till he grows up- 

-and on the other you have FUCKING VICTOR’S GHOST TRYING TO KILL US EVERY NIGHT. Apparently Victor + being a dick = a love not even death can tear asunder. Seriously tg kids can’t die cause these overactive freaks are up all night till the sun, are up all night to get some (entertainment), are up all night for good fun, are up all night to get lucky murdered.

This happens about 3000 times per night, I’m not even taking pics of it anymore, but it’s worth pointing out that everyone in this house, both alive/dead and human/non has a raging hate boner for Shajar in particular. It’s uncanny and depressing..

..and speaking of depressing, UGH. My poor, poor Shajar. I actually attempted to intervene and have them interact being the moron that I am:

JOJO WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM 

.....................................WHERE IS VICTOR’S GHOST WHEN I NEED IT

Yea sure, waste your niceness reserves on fucking Goro here instead, who isn’t even the cat heir and is about to go live on the farm (not a euphemism, Daniel and Melody’s literal farm). This Jojo fuckery is seriously starting to bum me out on top of pissing me off, let me find something cute to look at to raise my spirits..

No.

No.

NO.

Disturbing stuff.

Seems about right.

Old habits die hard.

No.

Ugh.

Ugh.

UGH.

OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE

FINALLY. THANK YOU CATS. Now let’s get back to this nightmare..

..and I mean nightmare in the technical sense of something not real occurring when you’re asleep, because Wyatt maxing a skill is truly the stuff of Taylor Swift-Wildest Dreams.mp3. It’s official, the only thing standing between us and Wyatt’s LTW is social ineptitude. But what if we revolutionize the friend game by approaching someone who can’t leave..

..because she’s contractually obligated to be here?? Go for it Wyatt!

-So Kaylýnn, you have the français maid thing going, I’m French and in need of a hag, c’est match made in les paradis!

-Yea sorry, Henry III, but it’s my professional policy to not fraternize with married clients I have no chance of fucking. 

-But..but you’re just a face template fiasco!

-..I have some bad news for you.

Kaylynn left Wyatt dick in hand and went to pet the cats, so I guess the day has arrived for me to go from being the leading Langerak hater of this community to being the leading stan-

-and apparently the leading Jitmakusol stan as well, which as we all know is a large and very competitive group. DOWN WITH JOJO

Well at least you still have this invaluable stamp of approval! All I see in this pic is 3 bags of trash.

Look at this trove, treasures untold, how many assholes can one photo hold? The reason there’s more awful people in our house than usual is the “exciting” occasion of the Shajar/Wulf double birthday and honestly even by our standards this party was especially terrible. Like it makes the one where Komei and Marissa happened look like Project X.

When this is the situation 10 seconds in you know you’re in for a good time. I don’t think a single positive interaction took place this entire party and I’ve subconsciously (?) forgotten every birthday since. What a loss!

Wulf is up first, and of course since this is Wyatt’s literal one and only parenting-related job, it took 3 cakes to happen and no one is paying attention by the time it does.

Wyatt makes one last-ditch effort to kill his child via decapitation and obviously he thinks it worked thus the wide smile. But Wulf is named after the spawn of Satan, head spinning comes with the territory-

-as do incredible looks. Gunther hair + tuxedo, and you think your little yellow blazer is subversive?? Step it up.

-If the sunglasses weren’t blocking the power of my stare this child would be dead by my sheer resentment.

Happy birthday, Wulf! 2/2 surviving murder attempts.

Wulf gets this Don Corleone makeover because a) he also survived murder attempts b) wedding tuxedo c) trying to avoid a Gunther mental breakdown. He looks exactly like Wyatt, like I don’t think there’s a drop of Jojo in there..

..BUT MAN IS THE PERSONALITY PURE UNION. Another nice little addition to our ever expanding freakshow.

Shajar time and no one is paying attention now either but there’s no cake malfunction, they just don’t care! And why should they? What is she, their child?

Wyatt can’t even be bothered to stay standing for literally 10 more seconds. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a parent do that before but you can always count on Wyatt for this sort of innovation. 

And this is what Shajar grows up to: Wyatt half-asleep, Daniel waiting to beat him up and the rest reacting to Wulf having shit himself. I don’t think any further comment is needed. 

Now, having lived through the experience that was Daniel and having marveled at Shajar’s seemingly genetic unlikability, I’m sure we can all tell which is the one aspiration she should under no circumstances roll because it’s going to make nails on a chalkboard seem like a fun musical break.. Yes, this is not a drill..

..we have another trainwreck firstborn who can’t get their own family not to hate them roll popularity. AND DANIEL WAS NICE. Shajar is bringing 1 nice point to the table so all I can say at this point is fml. 

And of course because the above wasn’t bad enough on its own and we always need the overkill, gaze upon whatever the fuck this is-

-YE MIGHTY AND DESPAIR. GOOD GOD SHAJAR 

LOL. Well with the custom sky this is an Under The Dome situation so technically you’re not wrong but still. fucking popularity? Leave the sky alone and aim for ‘slightly above ground’. Even that is pushing it.

Good, finally we return to reality and face the facts. Couldn’t agree more!