#The Return of Mr. Moto

[crazymadpassionatelove]

Cool Fiancè

Notes: 18+ sex mentioned

Special shout-out to @ab4eva and her fabulous editing skills! This is the second installment in my cool girl saga. Read Part 1 here

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Five Things to know about Austin Butler’s New Fiance ::

Although his reps couldn't be reached for comment, sources close to the Elvis actor confirm he has popped the question to his mysterious lady love!

Butler and the stunning brunette were recently spotted at the iconic Les Puces market in Paris last Friday, and she seemed to be sporting a new accessory. Austin was dressed in a black leather jacket, a white v neck tee, and black moto boots. She was clad in a classic trench coat and vintage Dior kitten heels as she kept her head down and let the winner lead the way. His face was mostly obscured by aviator sunglasses, but his smile was very apparent according to onlookers. “Austin was holding her hand and pointing out jewelry at different booths. They were very friendly with local vendors and Austin ended up buying her a gold charm bracelet. He told the dealer the bracelet was a momento to celebrate their recent engagement,” a fellow American tourist overheard. The twosome reportedly spent the prior week soaking in the city of lights and meeting with the YSL fashion house. Austin was recently tapped as the brand's newest ambassador.

Since returning stateside paparazzi pics have finally surfaced and revealed a closer look at that ring. Montana based indie jeweler Jada Kaye has been revealed as the designer of that serious sparkler. The 5 carat, flawless emerald-cut emerald is set in solid gold and flanked by two white diamonds on either side. Inside sources told Elle Magazine that Kaye and Butler worked closely together to craft the one of a kind creation. There's even rumored to be an inscription on the inside that's significant to the couple and the ring is estimated to cost a cool $100,000. Austin's fiancè was photographed heading into a ballet studio yesterday wearing pink tights, a pink leotard, Ugg boots, and of course that ring. Her curly dark brown hair was slicked back into a bun and she seemed to be sporting a pair of the actor's sunglasses.

Here's everything you need to know about the future Mrs. Austin Butler;

She's from New England —

A, as she's known, was born in Rhode Island. She grew up splitting her time between Rhode Island and Kennebunkport, Maine. Her teenage years were spent working the local Del’s lemonade truck, former neighbors say. She attended the Rhode Island School of Design after high school but never graduated.

She and Austin met via her former job –

Whilst working at the New York location of Vibrant Vintage, A, served as the fashion archives buyer. She also happened to be on hand when Butler visited the store. Supposedly she helped him find the perfect pair of leather boots, and the rest is history. Things clearly moved quickly between the two lovebirds, with A relocating to Los Angeles not long after. According to Vibrant Vintage, she is no longer employed there but “remains a close friend and consultant,” says their PR team.

She's a hit with his friends –

She organized a birthday party for her man’s co-star and close friend, Callum Turner. Turner posted an Instagram story showing off a fairly large garden party celebration and a “homemade blueberry glaze cake” according to the post. “Huge thanks to Austin's lovely lady xx” accompanied the video footage. She and Austin were also seen dining with his other Masters of the Air co-star, Nate Mann, while in Paris recently.

They've (supposedly ) got matching ink –

An unnamed employee at the iconic Bang Bang tattoo in NYC has said that Austin and A made a late night visit to the tattoo studio. Where exactly are the said-to-be matching minimalistic tattoos? Reportedly, Austin was inked on his left hip and A on her inner left thigh.

Old fashioned love letters are her thing -

Notably social media shy, Austin and A have taken up the lost art of handwritten love notes. Sources exclusively say that custom monogrammed stationery was crafted for the duo whilst Austin was filming in England. The hand pressed, vintage inspired paper bears a unique coat of arms style symbol with intertwining letter A’s and two sparrows (Fun fact! Sparrows mate for life and always find their way back, no matter how far they fly). While separated, the couple often writes letters to one another, even having the letters sent via jet instead of mail for privacy reasons!

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Suddenly one morning articles begin to pour in about your engagement. It catches you off guard, that ring akin to a skating rink has been sitting pretty on your hand for a bit now. The engagement had happened so naturally as everything with the two of you seems to. In the early morning hours while his swollen, rock hard member thrusts into you repeatedly you begin to awaken. On your side, his teeth clamp down on your shoulder as his finger twirls round the curls at the nape of your neck.

His gasps and needy groans tickle your ear. “Couldn't help myself..”, he shudders as you suddenly clamp down around him, barely able to register it all. You stretch and arch, allowing him the room and space to take what he needs. It is his after all. His teeth and pillowy soft lips mark your shoulder blades and when you reach down to where the two of you are joined, you feel his very full balls. Your newly manicured fingers tease and tug the best you can, scrunched up like some sort of acrobat. “Ugh, ugh…baby… you're gonna make me -”. Then he does. Hot, viscous, cream floods you and makes you sigh in a contented whimper. “Thanks darlin’,” he pets your head and you close your eyes dreamily. That is until you hear him rustling around in the bedside table next to him.

You cock open an eye, figuring he's looking for smokes or even the book he had been reading late last night. Your hands are stretched above your head, gripping a pillow. The perfect position for him to suddenly slip the most gorgeous piece of jewelry you've ever seen onto your finger. When your eyes shoot open and you jump up, he's lying there grinning that smile that makes you weak at the knees. “Will you be my wife?” As if your answer would be anything but yes, please Daddy. You smother him in kisses, straddling him and giggling. It's the perfect moment, the perfect proposal. You were never one to want a fireworks display or heaven forbid, those ridiculous and wasteful walls of flowers other celebrities seem to have for every occasion. This private, simple moment is everything you could ask for.

You feel the sudden urge to take him in your mouth despite him just finishing. With your head hanging off the side of the bed, you take him down your throat. Choking and gagging, you really give it your all. Fighting to keep your eyes open so you can see the way his lip curls and his eyes slam shut. Talking is always your thing. This time, though, he's sputtering and rasping words of utter devotion and love. Promises to worship your body until the day he dies. My perfect, perfect wife. Soon you can't be sure if the tears are from his cock down your throat, or his beautiful words. Maybe both. Those pretty boy fingers twist and tug on your nipples and then crawl lower and flick that special spot. The only fireworks you enjoy happen, twice for you actually. He's so dutiful and charming, when you're done pulling yourself back together and fixing your hair, he's handing you a surprise glass of champagne. What a way to mark the occasion.

You decline a proper press announcement. Phone and FaceTime calls follow to those who truly matter to you both - your families, both absolutely thrilled. Then Baz, Cal, The Presley's, everyone can't stop gushing about how perfect you are for each other. That ring, oh how sweet he designed it himself. You come up with a family-appropriate story to describe the proposal and the evening that followed, conveniently leaving out the mind-blowing sex the two of you have all over the house and in the hot tub. Why do things feel so different now that you're engaged? You can't get over the way the light hits the ring as you stroke him and something in that dirty girl heart of yours feels like it's really, truly, official when you have to clean his cum off the stone.

He's due back to set for some reshoots a few days later and of course you follow. Bringing throw pillows from your living room to spruce up his trailer and plotting out how to plan the most private, under the radar wedding possible while you lounge in his trailer in a cute little dress you sew yourself from vintage scarves bought in London. Your newest hobby, that and the ballet classes. He yammers on and on about wanting to sneak in and see you dance. You're sure it's just the tights and leotards spurring his interest though, let's be real. The paparazzi are as relentless as ever, but head down with big sunglasses helps keep the chaos at bay.

You visit Disney World, a whole crew, the two of you, your families, friends with their little ones. Thankfully Disney security is familiar with celebrity guests and you can actually let your guard down for once. Which is good, because seeing Austin chase after your friend's newly toddling little ones makes your stomach flip flop with joy. You make a mental note to expedite the wedding plans, he makes it known that he's chomping at the bit to be a father. When you visit Main Street, you decide a pair of new Mickey ears are in order. Gold stitching with Mrs. Butler is what you finally decide on after Austin's encouragement, his hand on your lower back as you walk miles and miles around the park with hands full of churros and cotton candy. Sure, some overzealous fans snap cell phone pics of you with your ears and immediately post them to those ridiculous Austin fan blogs who've now decided you are the evil villain in his story. You won't allow them to burst your Disney bubble though. Your fairytale is just beginning after all.

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[animeisfornerdz]

Yugi Moto Headcanons

Synopsis - Headcanons for our cute Yugi Moto.

Warnings - SFW.

Notes - All characters are 18+!

Word Count - 1.5k.

[Caffeinate Me]

: ̗̀➛ You first meet Yugi at his Grandfather’s Game Shop.

: ̗̀➛ You were a new duelist looking for a set of cards to start your journey.

: ̗̀➛ Yugi had never seen you around before. You didn’t go to his university and when he was in school, he hadn’t seen you there either. Nevertheless, his mouth became dry and his face flushed the second you walked through the door. 

: ̗̀➛ You explained to Yugi your situation. The tri-colour haired male had offered you help to create a formidable deck. He picked out all sorts of monster, spells and trap cards. 

: ̗̀➛ “Thank you so much Mr….” You trailed off, realising you hadn’t gotten his name. 

: ̗̀➛ “Moto. Yugi Moto,” he said proudly. 

: ̗̀➛ You went pale. THE King Of Games?! 

: ̗̀➛ Yugi couldn’t help but feel his heart beat faster as your lips curved up to offer him a shy smile. 

: ̗̀➛ “What’s your name?” He asked, wanting to keep you there for a few minutes longer. 

: ̗̀➛ “Y/N,” you replied. 

: ̗̀➛ “It’s nice to meet you Y/N,” Yugi smiled and offered out his hand for you to shake. 

: ̗̀➛ From that day on, Yugi was seeing you everywhere. It was like he couldn’t escape you both in his mind and in reality. 

: ̗̀➛ He told his friends about you, the beautiful woman that had come into his Grandfather’s shop in search of the perfect deck. Of course Yugi’s friends continuously encouraged him to ask you out the next time he saw you. 

: ̗̀➛ Yugi was unsure of what to do. He wanted to ask you out, he really did, but he was afraid of rejection. 

: ̗̀➛ The next time Yugi saw you was, once again, in his Grandfather’s Game Shop. 

: ̗̀➛ You walked in in a huff, looking distressed. Yugi became immediately worried upon seeing your distressed expression. “Y/N… What’s wrong?” He asked as he made his way to the front of the counter. 

: ̗̀➛ “I can’t play this stupid game!” You groaned, throwing your cards on the floor in a pile. 

: ̗̀➛ Yugi was slightly taken back by your… tantrum. 

: ̗̀➛ “You can. Everyone can. The trick is to believe in the heart of the cards!” Yugi replied. 

: ̗̀➛ “The heart of the what?” You asked, crinkling your nose up in confusion. 

: ̗̀➛ “The heart of the cards!” Yugi said, pausing before continuing. “As long as you believe in your cards, and have faith in them, you can never truly lose.” 

: ̗̀➛ You stared at Yugi as if he had three heads. You watched as he slowly bent down and scooped up your cards into a neat little pile, passing them to you with a gentle smile on his face. 

: ̗̀➛ “I can teach you,” Yugi offered. 

: ̗̀➛ You were shocked. 

: ̗̀➛ “You? The King Of Games? Teach me? A nobody?” 

: ̗̀➛ You couldn’t help but laugh slightly out of surprise, but when you looked at Yugi and saw a serious expression on his face, you halted the laughter immediately. 

: ̗̀➛ “I guess it couldn’t hurt…” You mumbled, shuffling your feet on the floor. 

: ̗̀➛ “Great. We’ll start tomorrow.” 

: ̗̀➛ The next day, at noon, you met Yugi at the Game Shop. He started by teaching you the basics of the game, what sorts of monsters did what, what spells and traps did what etc etc. You were listening intently, making mental note of all the things Yugi was saying to you. From that day on, the two of you became inseparable. 

: ̗̀➛ The next few weeks flew by so quickly, it was as if you had just blinked. With Yugi’s teachings you were becoming increasingly better at the game of Duel Monsters. By no means were you an expert, but you were getting better. 

: ̗̀➛ “That was a great game! Well done!” Yugi encouraged. He felt his breath hitch in his throat as you offered him a warm smile in return. 

: ̗̀➛ You see, over the last few weeks, Yugi had developed feelings for you and more than just the initial crush he had on you when you had first walked into the Game Shop. He was falling in love with you. You had gotten to learn all about him and in turn, he had gotten to learn all about you.

: ̗̀➛ His friends words constantly echoed in his head: “ask her out Yug’! What’s the worst that could happen?” So, Yugi took the plunge. 

: ̗̀➛ “Say Y/N…” he said, watching as you placed your deck of cards in your pocket and hand him the duel disk he so kindly lent you. You looked at him and tilted your head to the side as if to say ‘yes’. “Would you… Maybe… Like to accompany me to dinner? Tonight?” 

: ̗̀➛ You were surprised to say the least but didn’t think of it as anything more than a friendly dinner. “Sure,” you smiled.  

: ̗̀➛ Yugi was shocked at your willingness to have dinner with him, but tried to keep it cool. He watched as you left the Game Shop and immediately began preparing for the evening. He booked a reservation at his favourite restaurant and dressed up all fancy for you. 

: ̗̀➛ When you turned up at the Game Shop at 7pm, like you had agreed, Yugi was breath taken by your appearance. He always thought you were beautiful but there was something about tonight… He couldn’t put his finger on it, you looked even more stunning than usual. 

: ̗̀➛ When you arrived at the restaurant, Yugi immediately found a candle-lit table in the corner of the room and led you to it, pulling out the chair from the table and offering you a seat. 

: ̗̀➛ You blushed as he did this, a gesture you had never had from anybody before.

: ̗̀➛ Throughout the night, he ordered you some of his favourite foods and you just talked about anything and everything. You learnt even more about him, about how he got so good at card games, his family life… everything. 

: ̗̀➛ Yugi found himself falling further and further in love with you as the night went on. 

: ̗̀➛ Eventually, the two of you left the restaurant and Yugi walked you home. 

: ̗̀➛ When you reached your home, Yugi took your hand in his. “I had fun with you tonight,” he stuttered. “We should do it again.” 

: ̗̀➛ You grinned, your heart fluttering against your chest at the thought of dining with him again. You nodded excitedly. 

: ̗̀➛ “Can I… Can I kiss you?” He asked. His eyes widened as soon as the words left his lips, but before he could take it back you pressed your lips to his firmly. 

: ̗̀➛ Immediately, Yugi closed his eyes, letting himself fall further into the moment. His hands rubbed your forearms comfortingly and you hummed into the kiss. 

: ̗̀➛ When you pulled away, you looked into Yugi’s eyes and bit your lip. “I liked that,” you smiled. 

: ̗̀➛ He laughed. “I liked that too.” 

: ̗̀➛ You said goodnight and walked into your home with a racing heart and red face. 

: ̗̀➛ The next few weeks were filled with dates and surprises from Yugi but your Duel Monsters training never stopped. In fact, he seemingly pushed you harder, but this time would give you kisses as rewards. 

: ̗̀➛ Yugi introduces you to his friends a week after your first date. His heart is just so full of love that he has to introduce you to the people he cares about the most in the world. 

: ̗̀➛ His friends immediately become your friends. You click with them so well, it was as if you had known them all your whole life. 

: ̗̀➛ News got out about you dating the King Of Games and soon enough, you both become the ‘Duel Monsters power couple’. Even though you were nowhere near as good as Yugi, wherever his name went, yours did too. 

: ̗̀➛ His Grandfather absolutely adores you. He also teaches you a thing or two about Duel Monsters. 

: ̗̀➛ You move in with Yugi and his Grandfather a few months into your relationship. It was Yugi’s idea, but you were more than willing to agree. You just wanted to be around him. 

: ̗̀➛ Yugi proposes to you early on too. He has never met someone he had been in love with before, and he never wanted to ever again. You’re the woman of his dreams and he doesn’t want to let you go. 

: ̗̀➛ You get pregnant before you get married. You end up having a baby boy and Yugi wants to call him Solomon, after his Grandfather. You agree, but end up calling him ‘Sol’ for short. 

: ̗̀➛ Having a baby is NOT easy, so you and Yugi focus on raising baby Sol before anything. You decide to get married when Solomon is five years old. 

: ̗̀➛ The ceremony is lovely, filled with both of your friends and family.

: ̗̀➛ Afterwards, you have a party that ends late into the night. 

: ̗̀➛ Yugi and yourself head back to a hotel, with Yugi’s Grandfather taking care of your son. 

: ̗̀➛ You and Yugi go on to have two more children, of which you get to name. 

: ̗̀➛ You live happily ever after with the King Of Games.

[chaotic-jjk-fiction]

Networking

Shiu Kong x Fem Reader

TW: fancy party, yakuza, nicknames (sweetheart, doll, and princess), size kink if you squint, Shiu call reader a bimbo, sexually suggestive. MDNI. Not beta read. 

A/N: This wasn’t my originally planned Shiu fic, lol, but since the other one was taking so long and I felt bad, I hope you’ll enjoy this one for now!

Upon meeting a cute scientist at a party, Shiu feels as though his night might not be so boring after all. 

Word count: 1.3k

Shiu hated parties like this. Extravagant mixers of Japan’s most influential upper echelon and people like himself trying to make connections. The lights were blinding as he surveyed the room from the balcony just above the main dance floor. It was a sea of sparkling dresses and dark suits. The band played classical melodies that, while skilled, were far from what Shiu enjoyed listening to. He tried to ground himself, ‘Remember, you’re here to meet potential clients.’ He reached into the inner pocket of his suit jacket feeling the little stack of business cards he always brought to events. ‘It’s routine at this point’ Shiu reminds himself, taking a deep breath in, and forcing himself to step into the crowd of people surrounding him.

Over the years he had gotten pretty good at identifying who was his likely clientele at parties like this where the legal and illegal businesses melted together. His first target was a balding man in his late fifties with a much younger woman, presumably an escort, clinging to his arm. He recognized this man as Mr. Moto, an executive of a slightly lower yakuza family in charge of arms smuggling. Casually making his way over, he introduced himself, “Hello Mr. Moto. My name is Kong Shiu. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”  The man grinned slightly, clearly pleased to have been recognized. “What is it that you do Mr. Kong?” Mr. Moto inquired, getting straight to the point. Shiu did not mind though, he appreciated not drawing out these kinds of interactions. “I’m a mediator of sorts. If you have a job that’s maybe a little too messy to do yourself, I find someone suited for it and ensure that it all goes smoothly.” Mr. Moto hummed in approval. “Here’s my card.” Shiu reached into his jacket pocket and handed one of the little rectangles over. “My contact information is on there.” Just like that, the conversation was over and the two men parted ways. On to the next.

He talked to person after person until he lost count. Each exchange lasted less than ten minutes, but they were undeniably draining. Trying to entertain clients had always been stressful for him, and networking was the same. The lights, loud music, and claustrophobic atmosphere were not helping. ‘God, I need a smoke.’ Desperate to clear his head a little, Shiu started down the grand staircase hoping to be able to slip outside and light up a cigarette before having to return and continue schmoozing.

As he made it to the edge of the dance floor, the final obstacle between him and his nicotine fix, someone caught his eye.  

You were turned in such a way that the mediator could only see half of your face while you engaged in conversation with someone he didn't recognize. He couldn't explain why he felt drawn to you, maybe it was the way your dress hugged your body or the aura you seemed to radiate but his plan to take a smoke break was quickly abandoned as he slipped through the elegantly dressed crowd.

He stayed back a bit so that he was within earshot of your discussion yet not obviously eavesdropping. You hadn't seemed like an escort, and based on your lack of a wedding ring, you probably weren't a trophy wife. Shiu’s intuition proved itself to be correct as he tuned into the exchange, focusing on your sweet voice. “So, in summary, our lab is using CRISPR to study genes implicated in neurodevelopmental disorders. If you would like to reach out to my PI with any more questions about what we are doing or how to donate, here’s his contact information.” He watched as you handed the man a card, shook his hand, and said goodbye. Once the stranger was out of sight you closed your eyes and let out a little sigh, your shoulders visibly relaxing. He decided to seize this opportunity to approach you, “Need a break, sweetheart?” Shiu was now standing in front of you, a playful smirk on his face. Your face was even more beautiful up close. “My name is Kong Shiu, who might you be?” You were quiet for a minute, looking up at him he could see the flicker of surprise in your eyes before you returned his smile. “Mr. Kong-” “Just call me Shiu.” “Well, Shiu, you can call me (y/n).” “forgive me if I'm jumping to conclusions, but it seems like you could use a break from the mingling.” He studied your face, trying to read your reaction to his words. To his relief, your features softened. “You have no idea.” Shiu was honestly a little surprised at how well this was going. Using the confidence he had gained thus far, he extended his hand out to you and asked “Would you care to dance?” Now it was his turn to be surprised as you confidently placed your hand in his much larger one. “Lead the way.”

And that he did. Carefully guiding you through the masses until you two were on the dance floor slightly removed from the other dancing couples. When he was satisfied with the location, he pulled you closer to his chest and took your other hand, once again admiring how small it was compared to his. You two began swaying just as everyone else appeared to be doing.

“So, Shiu” your voice trailed off for a moment. He couldn't help but notice that you seemed nervous now, which was funny compared to how boldly you had accepted his offer earlier. Maybe it was the close proximity. Your eyes finally met him and you continued, “What business do you have here with the wealthy elites?” He chuckled softly, taking note of the way your muscles tensed in reaction to feeling the reverberations in his chest against your body. “I suppose I'm a mediator. I help facilitate certain exchanges and such.” You nodded your head in understanding. “What about you, Doll?” the tips of your ears were dusted a soft pink upon hearing the nickname. “I'm a research scientist.”

“Then shouldn't you be in the lab? I mean, what's a smart girl like you doing at a party like this?” The blush had now spread to your cheeks and you looked flustered at his words. ‘I wonder how cute her reaction would be if I was praising her for taking my cock?’ he mentally cursed himself, this was not the time to be thinking about that. “Well, my PI believes that it is easier to attract funding from these older men,” you used your head to gesture around the room, “if it's a younger woman who talks to them. Not my favorite business model, but I do need that money. Science is expensive.” You frowned as you said the last part.

“Want me to help take your mind off of it?” Shiu inquired, genuinely wondering if he could ease your mind. Seeing you frown made his heart ache a little. Thankfully his offer seemed to perk you up and a mischievous glimmer appeared in your eyes as you pressed your body flush onto his. He could feel your tits through his dress shirt. So this is how you wanted to behave? Well, two could play that game. His arms slid down your waist, trapping you against his hips and making you aware of the growing bulge in his slacks. Your face was once again bright pink as you registered Shiu’s clothed erection. Your brain was frozen and unable to speak. All you could do was look up at him, eyes wide. “Want me to make you my little bimbo for tonight, princess?” His voice was deep and seductive. You nodded your head fervently, pulling away from him and grabbing his hand. He couldn't help but chuckle at your empty-headed neediness. As you led him away into one of the bathrooms, he thought to himself, ‘Maybe this party wouldn’t be so bad.’

[iiyarada]

Been locked in on Frology and trying to figure out which intersex condition he may have. There are ~40 types of intersex conditions and all of them are vastly different in how they affect people.

That said, I've narrowed it down to him most likely having Klinefelter Syndrome (47 XXY) which is where someone is born with an extra copy of the X chromosome.

Frol hits many, if not all of the symptoms of Klinefelter Syndrome. Those symptoms being:

Physical: taller stature, reduced muscle tone, lack of facial and body hair, structural genitourinary abnormalities, enlarged and/or extra breast tissue

Behavioral: Difficulty expressing thoughts and/or feelings, emotional immaturity, mild executive functioning impairment, depression, ADHD

** @motohagios pointed out that Frol is surprised when he finds Tada is taller than him, implying that he isn't considered short in his planet at all. Hence why I am counting that as a symptom he (possibly) hits. A few I can't count, such as depression (he shows no signs), and speech delay (we didn't see Frol's childhood, so it's up in the air) and maybe one or two others, but he still hits a LOT of the symptoms.

One of the most common treatments for Klinefelter Syndrome is testosterone replacement therapy, which is what Frol's parents had planned for him once he returned to his home planet.

On top of all of the signs in the actual manga, in the real world, Klinefelter is the most common sex chromosome disorder. When you look up intersex conditions, chromosome disorders, things along that line, Klinefelter Syndrome is one that commonly pops up. Ans in the 60s and 70s, research published on Klinefelter Syndrome saw an increase, making it plausible that Moto Hagio could have very feasibly came across said research, assuming she researched at all. Which I am inclined to believe, given how well Frol is written from the perspective of an actual intersex person. I find it hard to believe that she could bullshit her way through writing Frol so well without at least SOME research.

Out of all the intersex conditions, Klinefelter Syndrome seems to be the one most in line with Mr Frolbericheri and therefore is the condition I believe he has!!

[youssefguedira]

tagged by @laviejaguardia to share the first lines of my wips! NOT a conclusive list but i cannot possibly list them all

In his dreams, there is a dragon, and he is chasing after it. (joenicky zelda au: tears of the kingdom edition oneshot. this might not be the first line i need to rearrange some sections)

It could have been anyone on lookout duty that day; until the day he dies, Antonio will be glad it was him. (diabolik backstory But Make It Outsider Pov And Tragic. top ten fics that make me 😵‍💫 to think about for too long)

For centuries after it happens, Nicolò will wish they had gone with Andromache and Quynh when they left. (andy nicky and joe post-iron maiden)

“You gonna stay down there all day?” Nile says above him, sword in hand, far too gleeful about the way she's just knocked Yusuf on his ass. (hades au longfic)

The sun is low in the sky by the time the convoy finally appears on the horizon, just a bright white speck in the sand. (only hope for me is you, or my beloved nile and joe post apocalypse fic)

“Mr Keane,” Nicky says as he enters the lounge car, causing Keane to startle and look up at him. “Thank you for coming.” (motoe au next chapter! i swear i'll return to it soon)

Nicolò brings up the idea of returning home seventeen years into their immortality. (lucia 2, which is barely more than a few paragraphs on account of It Hurts Me To Write)

Nicky has only two pictures of him. (iron maiden joe prequel, also slow progress on account of i have to be in a specific headspace and It Hurts also)

enough wips for this roundup i think. tagging nobody in particular but if anyone has any wips they're dying to share please feel free to join in! i would like to hear about them

[demon-blood-youths]

Wow, I had no idea Rust nd Sai were that crazy on the officers. I worry about the other officers that is watching some of your members and the others. Do you both enjoy teasing them like that?

@the-silver-peahen-residence Rust and Sai look at each other after hearing the anon's question before laughing and snickering with each other. "Is it bad if we do?" Sai smiles slyly. "Those guys were the ones teasin us first, ya know? Goin bout that they can take care of us and make sure we don't get into trouble cuz of our records." Rust grins. "I mean who wouldn't want to mess with them?" Rust laughs. Said nods, "It started out as business as usual until we decided how far we can tease them until we have them under us."

"Davion was hard to get down." Rust smiles, "I try to take him down so I can touch the pretty sensitive places. He couldn't take it so he made sure I behaved. It helps both of us be in this place. It's a good exercise if ya know what I mean.." Said the blond. ------

"Ah..ah...damn...this is a good workout!" Rust panted as the rouge knight rode the dragon non-stop. Davion is growling underneath while he is being tied up. "Come on. Don't be like that! It's fun for both of us."

"Ah..fuck...Rust..." Davion groaned, closing his eyes as he felt Rust bouncing onto his cock. He feels so great. "I might get tired so let me drink some of your blood. As payback, I can offer some of mine." Rust tells the dragon before he goes to speed up the pace. "After this, you can have me however you like." "Shit...when I do. I make sure you behave, Knight." Davion growls as his eyes glow. Rust grins with a lustful look in his glowing crimson eyes, "I can't wait..." ------- Sai nods, "Same thing with Officer McGinnis, I enjoy his company very much. We started off as light first before further down the rabbit hole. I had him in a lock before biting my fangs into him." Said Sai, revealing snake fangs. "I made him super aroused to where I have him. It was fun. ------ "That's it! Right there, bat!" Sai moans as he makes sure to keep the bat close inside of him while wrapping his legs over his waist as the bat is under his spell, pounding into him non-stop. He made sure to have Terry close to his neck so he could bite him or whatever. Sai moans when Terry bites into him, feeling those fangs. Sai bucks his hips back. Sai is enjoying the pleasure now between them. His cell is a good place for them to release their urges. "Fuck...there! Don't stop! I make sure to give you some of that in return." "Fuck..Sai...you...snake..." "Yeah..I know. But I like you love this, don't you?~" Sai's words are like the temptation to Terry. He couldn't help himself to chase that pleasure as he kept thrusting into that warm tight hole of the snake. "We can go...ah....many rounds if you like. We got all night, my lovely bat~" ----- "That's how we spend our time with them." Sai smiles. Now he thinks about it, he hums, "I also heard that Ink got six officers looking after her. It seems like Mr. Henderson looks like he needs serious help." Sai smirked. Rust nods before blinking, "Oh yeah! Did you hear? Itadori and Fushiguro got assigned to that guy named uh...guy with the red streak in his hair. You know. That guy? Officer...Hash..moto or something?"

"Him? I pity the poor soul. He is about to get eaten up by those two. Those two are what I consider tops. Officer Hashimoto is a...hmmm..what do you call it?" "A sub?" Rust goes to drink some water. "If you present someone that looks ready to eat, no doubt that those two want you. I bet you that they're having fun with him and making him come back to them over and over. Knowing Itadori, he makes sure that his partners feel good. Ask Fushiguro." "Indeed. Fushiguro told me that they use toys to keep the game going." He said. "But anyway...we aren't worried. You see...Ink and Oblivion are good when it comes to officers." Rust grins, "Yeah. I mean...after all..most of the inmates run the join. The officers are like our....um...people we love to hang out with or pass the time in here. Fun times." He grins. "Now you know, anon. That said...we should find the bat and the dragon. I'm up for another round." Said. "Same here!" Rust grins.

[notyourbarney]

Growing Up With the Dandelions

Barney Redowan | Feb 23, '21

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The hairs are poking him in the eyes. It’s not annoying him, but he’s just feeling restless knowing that, he has never felt it this way. It’s maybe because he never kept his hair this long before. He hasn’t cut his hair since May. And now it’s already December. The end of a hectic year already! Although he isn’t that happy even after witnessing the end of this nightmare named 2020. He keeps wondering why hasn’t he kept his hair this long ever. He can blame it on school and its discipline committee though. But he knows clearly that school restrictions aren’t actually the reason he isn’t cutting his hair. He knows that the reason is something else. And it… makes him sad, really sad.

Raihan’s dad was a preserved person. All he did throughout his short lifespan was keeping to himself and loving his small little family more than anything. He also had this weird set of rules he used to apply for the boys of the family, his sons. Amongst the rules, he also had this rule that the boys won’t be allowed to keep long hairs. According to Mr. Sheikh, Raihan’s deceased father, this short hairstyle will keep the boys of Sheikh family apart from other male teenagers in the society, because usually the teenagers tend to keep their hair long in this society. It’s a thing, a rebellious phase, among these teenagers, which seems so stereotypical to Mr. Sheikh. He really had high hopes for his sons, that they’ll become something unique. Even though, Raihan didn’t believe all these, Raihan always knew the real reason behind he and his brothers had to keep their hairs short. Raihan’s father was a former army general. He had to retire early due to peer pressures of losing his hand from the United Nation’s peacekeeping mission at Sierra Leone. He leaded a taskforce into the war and his taskforce won impressively… but without him. He had to leave the army early for his “Heroic Service” for the United Nations… but without his hand. He still was sad about not being able to see his boys accomplish what he wanted a lot even after returning to the country. That’s the reason why Mr. Sheikh wanted his sons to keep short hairs, like in the army, and live by small sets of rules set by him. After Raihan’s Father died of The Covid-19 this year, Raihan felt kind of free. Like Florets dropping away from the Dandelion and head into the unknown.

Not only the hairs poking him firmly in the eyes made him realize all these, but he also noticed a big change in himself. First of all, he is travelling alone, like completely alone, calling Uber Moto all by himself by his own phone and number, paying from his own wallet by his own hardworking earned money. He is feeling new, and all grown up. He feels like this might be it, the taste of actually growing up. No restrictions over anything whatsoever. He suddenly remembers the reason where he is going and why.

He cannot believe it’s already 6 months since his father passed. His mother is still struggling coping up with the trauma of losing her companion for 25 years in such an early age. Now Raihan is the bread earner of the family, but it’s only because he’s the only earner of his family. He only earns enough for his own travelling and pocket money and goofing here and there occasionally by tutoring 3 kids in his local area. He gets decent enough to pay for his daily smoking expenses, and Chicken Milanese in his favorite café every week. He remembers he used to hate smoking even almost a year ago, he left his one of the closest friends for smoking cigarette around him even though he clearly indicated he is not comfortable with it. Now he smokes almost 4 to 5 cigarettes a day. He doesn’t have any specific reason behind it, he just smokes, because… he can!

He reached the office from where he will collect his father’s pension. Raihan doesn’t feel like entering the office. He got to a vendor nearby and ignited a cigarette. He saw people entering an art exhibition nearby. He saw Sonia standing beside the gate and maybe… waiting for someone? His heartbeat stopped for a while, he could feel sparkles moving throughout his whole body when he saw Sonia noticed him, and started to walk towards him. The girl he used to envy so much and she ghosted him from everywhere just right after gifting him a sweet cold rejection, is walking toward him with a very sad and heavy face.

The day went unexpectedly well, totally not as how he planned it to be… at all! Raihan and Sonia spent the day together at the exhibition, later they got bored and got out to a café nearby to get coffee, and his most favorite Chicken Milanese! He really didn’t expected Sonia to suddenly feel so sorry for him after hearing the news of his father’s departing. Well… the old man actually did a favor by dying, he thought to himself. He is finally hanging out and spending quality time with Sonia, like he always wanted. This is what actually growing up may feel like. Totally forgetting about all the other cause of the world, OH NO! OH SHIT! The actual reason why he had to travel this far, for collecting the pension for his father. The source of the breads in the family actually. The old man is still the bread earner of the family, even after dying.

Raihan rushed to Pension Office as soon as possible, but the time was over, he tried contacting authority and all, but there’s no way they can help with it. The most they can help is they can give the due pension of this month with next month’s one altogether. The look on Raihan’s mother’s face was devastating. It was unreal, Raihan never saw this expression on his mother’s face. She did not seem disappointed, in fact she seemed very tired… tired of being disappointed. Raihan knows this is the actual taste of growing up, never being able to fulfil other’s expectations, constantly failing others, and thus being unable to satisfy himself the most. Living with that guilt of never being enough, living with the responsibility of fulfilling needs before wishes and desires, putting others lives before me… that’s growing up. Raihan feels the urge of going back to its mother dandelion, instead of wandering aimlessly and disorganized like the lost florets. But it has grown up now, earning it’s freedom, no matter how it tastes, no matter how it feels.

[matt00794]

FAVORITE ALBUMS OF 2022

Hi so I did this before and want to try doing it again. I know it’s November and some great albums could show up in December but I doubt it. my music listening has pretty much always been focused on new music and rarely look backwards. So this is going to be all about new albums, kind of want to do a film one but I haven’t really watched any 2022 movies, I just had zero interest in new movies but watched a lot of older movies and kind of want to do a list of faves of those. I seriously doubt anyone will read all of this or that but who knows. 

1. Caprisongs - FKA Twigs

This has been my favorite album since the start of the year. It’s such a wide ranging and interesting album from start to end. She is having so much fun making this, from the interludes to the instrumentals to the singing it’s all just fun and excitement. 

2. Dawn FM - The Weeknd

This was my number 1 for a like a week then I listened to Caprisongs. It’s just everything that Abel does well. It’s a whole world in an album. He’s such an exciting voice in the world of music 

3. Once Twice Melody - Beach House

there’s no real order to the rest of these albums so don’t judge me on the order. I had so much fun with the release of this album, it has 3 parts and we got bits and pieces of it till we got the whole thing. It’s such a massive but interesting album. 

4. Renaissance - Beyoncé

dance bops that were perfect for a summer after a long period of craziness 

5. Surrender - Maggie Rogers

the wu tang clan of techno folk returns with another great album. want want is my favorite off of this. 

6. Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers - Kendrick Lamar

It’s Kendrick of course this is on here. It’s a messy but interesting album, he really goes into some tough topics. While he isn’t perfect he’s working on himself and making himself a better person and I hope his perspective helped end some bigotry of other people. 

7. Let’s Have a Dream - Yoko Ono & Plastic Ono Super Band

I have to have a weird pick so heres my live Japanese concert by Yoko Ono from 1974. She’s such an artist and it’s so sad how she was treated because a bunch of people hated that John Lennon loved her. as for the music it goes from loud and angry to lovely. Yume O Moto is a great listen 

8. The Loneliest Time - Carly Rae Jepsen

ok this isn’t my favorite of her works, but she is one of the best pop artists we have and a lesser work is still great. My only issue is that I feel like she is still working in the same music world since emotion. This and dedicated feel like they belong with that album and I want to see her expand into something new. That being said she’s still doing what she is doing at a super high level and some bops were made. 

9. Alpha Zulu - Phoenix

Phoenix have some of the weirdest lyrics in the world but it’s all vibes and the vibes are amazing. 

10. Crybaby - Tegan and Sara

I haven’t spent enough time on this to fully no what to say here but I love this. They are so clearly excited about music again. It’s just such a burst of energy.

11. Midnights - Taylor Swift

so this is an indie artist and she really needs to be played more. This album has been talked about a lot and I have some mixed feelings on it, but after a lot of her stupid controversies around this album I’m getting to the star wars point where I will like everything she puts out there and at this point don’t want to hear from other fans cause we won’t agree, cause Karma is a cat and I’m just a sexy baby 

12. King’s Disease III - Nas

I’m not really a big Nas fan, I listened to the Illmatic because I heard it was one of the great rap albums and an influence on good kid. I randomly listed to 2 when it came out and really liked this and then loved this one. That he’s still still one of the best rappers out there and willing to go into so many different topics is great. 

13. The Car - Arctic Monkeys 

this is the controversial pic of the list. I really love their new sound. Tranquility is such an amazing album and this is a more mainstream version of that one. 

Honorable mentions 

These are some Albums I had a lot of fun with but for what ever reason didn’t listen to enough to really get to that faves area or just didn’t leave the impact I would want sort of thing. also this get’s up to 22  😉

 Laurel Hell - Mitski

LP.8 - Kelly Lee Owens

Shunka Ryougen - Haru Nemuri

Super Champon - Otoboke Beaver 

Simple Sentences - Shoko Igarashi 

World Wide Pop - Superorganism

Ice, Death, Planets, Lungs, Mushrooms, & Lava - King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard

Changes - King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard

RTJ CU4TRO - Run The Jewels 

[megacrashcourse]

Subject: The Mr. Moto series Duration: 1 week Reference Materials: Mr. Moto in Danger Island;  Mr. Moto Takes a Chance; Mr. Moto Takes a Vacation; Mr. Moto’s Gamble; Mr. Moto’s Last Warning; Mysterious Mr. Moto, The Return of Mr. Moto, Thank You, Mr. Moto; Think Fast, Mr. Moto   Life Quote: "Unfortunately we cannot choose the time of our afflictions." Extra Credits: TK

[harrowscore]

Listening to Norm Lewis' dark deep voice singing Music of the Night (here) is self-care, period

[thefunksp]

Motosumi(Setsubun's Secret Quest) and MC3 trying to get back to their romantic moment after the kids interrupted him. MC3 Says he wouldn't mind moving in since he has a soft spot for kids.

Asakusa Night

Thanks for the request!

“What about you Mr. Kentaro? Do you like Motosumi?” The almost bald blue haired kid asked. Kentaro smiled. “Of course i do.” the kid looked away. “Uh, umm, i would be really happy if you…liked Motosumi even more!” he blurted out the last few words in a bit of a shout. Kentaro nodded. “Alright, i’ll do it, i promise.” You patted the kid’s head as he smiles a bit. The sun was setting and both of them had to go back to the temple now.

“I finally won everyone!” You shouted as the kids jump in unison. “Good job Kentaro, Today was pretty fun but we’re getting sleepy.” the other kids nodded. All three of them went inside the temple, passing by Motosumi. “They must’ve been so happy to see you Kentaro.”  The oni smiled. ‘You really think so?” Kentaro was pretty unsure about what Motosumi said. “Of course i do, look, the kids are already asleep.” He pointed to the sleeping kids behind him. “Anyways, can you take care of these two right here?’ He asked you as he handed you both of the onis. You nodded, taking both of them in your hands.

“Gotta tuck the three of them real quick.” You nodded and complied as you handle the two babies on your own for a bit. After a few minutes, Motosumi returned. “Alright i’m done, you can give back both of them now.” you handed them back to him, as both of them were suddenly worked up all of a sudden. “Oh, i didn’t realize what time it is, i better get going Moto.” He nodded as he tries to calm the babies down. “Alright, see ya tomorrow Kentaro!” the two babies cried in disagreement, Motosumi noticed this. “You don’t want him to leave?” he had a bit of a surprised expression on his face. “You don’t want him to leave?” the two of them nodded a bit in response. 

You scratched your nape. “I mean, i can stay for the night, i already told the dorm that i’m out so they won’t mind.” Motosumi tried to insist that you didn’t have to, but he eventually accepted it. The both of you had gone to the temple and he told you to go for a shower as he went to get dinner. “You wanna get in too Moto?” he scoffed at you. “You ain’t a kid anymore, you can do on your own.” You try to coy him more, eventually he gave in. “FIne fine, just wait a minute alright.” Both undressed as they enter the bathroom. 

He tucked the two babies on the bed as he sat down. “Hey Motosumi, do you…watch the kids all day here?”Motosumi shook his head. “Nah, you must think that i don’t go to school right?” you thought that you were subtle, yet you were found out really fast. You nodded your head in embarrassment, but Motosumi just grinned from ear to ear. “You really shouldn’t worry about me, i’m doing fine.” The rest of the conversation was about Umamichi Academy, although the subject seemed boring, Kentaro listened attentively to every word. “You know i figure all kids need parental figures in their lives, they can’t really be happy otherwise.” he looked at the sleeping babies as he recalls his memories.

“We may not be related by blood, but they’re my kids. You get what i’m saying?” You nodded at him. Motosumi suddenly put his hand on his face. “Ugh, why am i getting sappy about this, but i get what you’re doing, you’re just looking out for me right?” You nodded in response as he ruffles your hair and flashed you a big smile.” You reciprocated with rustling his hair as well. “H-hey, do know how long it took for the hair to-” Before he could finish his sentence, you just smiled at him, sighing he gently touches your hand. “Well whatever, i can fix it later…yeah that’s the spot, more to the left alright?” you angled your hands to the left as his face looked more and more in bliss.

“Anyways, what exactly did you come back to the temple today?” he asked as you stopped ruffling his hair. “Well, it’s just that…i like you a lot Motosumi.” The oni was surprised from your words. “Wh-Huh?!” he shouted a bit.”What about you? Do you..like me back?” your face was a shade of pink by now. Motosumi still couldn’t believe what you were saying.”Y-you know i need time to give you an answer!” He shouted, not realizing he awoke the kids in the other room. “The kids are sleeping in the other room you know? They shouldn’t be hearing this type of stuff.” You chuckled a bit from his response. “The folks here in Asakusa don’t go around gossiping who they like and stuff, if they wanna do something, they just do it.” You didn’t know if that was a invitation for a kiss, though that was the first thing you thought as he blushed, yet your body moved on it’s own, moving closer to kissing him.

“H-hey Motosumi, i need to go to the potty.” one of them said in a drowsy tone. “Is there dinner yet Motosumi? Oh, hello Kentaro what are you doing here?” Kentaro scratched the back of his neck in response, embarrassed from what the kids were seeing. “Two beefy men in kissing range isn’t something they should be seeing, for now.” Both of them thoguht

“Crud, i didn’t realize you guys were awake, let’s go together and i’ll go put some food, just wait a minute.” he stood up as he went to go to the bathroom and the kitchen. After a few minutes, the oni returned, he laid down on the futon beside you. “Anyways where we-” Before he could blurt out the rest of his sentence, he was suddenly kissed in the lips. Kentaro withdrew after a minute or so. “You know, i won’t mind moving in with you, i have a soft spot for kids you know.” Kentaro said soft spokenly, and in a romantic tone at that. Motosumi retaliated with a deep kiss in response. After that, the both of them slept on the same futon, hugging each other and with a smile on both of their faces.

[gwenbrightly]

It’s the Thought That Counts... Right???

Here’s a short oneshot I wrote inspired by a discussion we were having about post MoTO Garmadon trying to understand holiday traditions.

“Would you like to come in out of the cold… sir?” a tavern keeper called, sticking her head through the doorway of a nearby building. She was staring at him. People always stared at Garmadon, even when he had hidden his oni form under a cloak or other manner of disguise. It wasn’t like it was his fault he was so tall and bulky. Or that he had an extra set of appendages.

He muttered a quick,

“Thank you,” – that was the term used to express gratitude, right? – before following her into the tavern. He couldn’t help but relax as the warmth from the fireplace on the other side of the room washed over him. Music softly played a song about someone named Santa. Garmadon didn’t know who that was, but the villagers must have, because several of them were singing along.

He wandered to a far corner of the tavern and seated himself in a booth. Might as well get comfortable while he warmed himself. Garmadon allowed himself a moment to simply listen to the music and empty his brain of the confusing thoughts and questions about life that so often filled his days. It was nice to relax and enjoy the peaceful atmosphere of the tavern.

“So, stranger, can I get you anything?” the tavern keeper, who’s name tag read Mauve, asked him after a few minutes.

“I’ll take the strongest black coffee you have,” Garmadon answered. He could have ordered tea, he supposed, but it was far more fun to spite his brother. Even if Wu wasn’t actually here to gasp dramatically at his sin.

“Would you like any creamer or sugar?”

Garmadon shook his head in the negative. Mauve scribbled something on her notepad and disappeared into what he assumed was the kitchen.

As he waited for her to return, Garmadon glanced about the tavern. Mauve certainly had an odd taste in decor. The walls were lined with strands of greenery and little red berries. There was a tree coated in glittery froufrou near the fireplace. Why anyone would put a tree indoors was beyond him. And why decorate said tree? What purpose could it possibly serve?

“Here’s your coffee, sir,” Mauve announced, pulling Garmadon from his thoughts. She set his drink down on the table, and next to it, an oddly shaped white and red striped object. He stared at it in confusion.

“What is this?” he wanted to know. Mauve had the audacity to laugh as she replied,

“Have you… never seen a candy cane before?”

For the first time in a long time, Garmadon had a sudden desire to stab something. With immense self restraint, he decided to focus on the issue that was least likely to get him arrested – the nature of this… cane made of candy.

“Candy cane?” he repeated, trying to hide his curiosity. Mauve smiled at him.

“Yes. It’s a peppermint flavored sugar made in the shape of a cane. Candy canes are a Christmas staple.”

Christmas. Garmadon vaguely remembered overhearing talk of the holiday in one of the other villages he’d passed through. It was another mystery of the universe he had yet to unravel.

“Ah.”

“Well, if you need anything else, I’ll be over working the counter.” Mauve said, nodding her head towards the bar, where several families sat doing… something. Garmadon waited until she was gone to unwrap the candy cane and give it a tentative lick. Too sweet, yet somehow bitter at the same time. He wasn’t impressed. Taking a swig of coffee to rid himself of the taste, he stared out the window at the snowflakes that lazily drifted on the winter breeze. Most humans would probably say the view was beautiful. As much as he hated to admit it, he was beginning to see why they enjoyed the season so much.

15 minutes and an entire cup of coffee later, Garmadon meandered towards the bar. Staring out the window could only hold his attention for so long before he grew bored and now he was looking for something new to occupy him. Mauve glanced up from the papers she was folding.

“Ready for a refill?”

“Thank you, but no,” Garmadon told her, tossing a few coins on the counter as payment for his drink. The tavern keeper nodded thoughtfully.

“Would you like to join us in making Christmas cards, then?” she inquired motioning at the array of materials being used by several of the tavern’s patrons, “You don’t seem like the type, but I’m happy to get you the supplies if you’re interested.”

Garmadon eyed her skeptically.

“Tell me about these… Christmas cards.”

“You really don’t know much about Christmas, do you?” Mauve commented, more to herself than to him. He cleared his throat awkwardly.

“I…”

“That’s okay! We’ll teach you all about it!” offered the child sitting on the nearest stool, giving him a huge grin.

“You really don’t have to-” Garmadon began to protest. Mauve cut him off.

“Oh, no. Kelly is right. We’re teaching you how to make Christmas cards, and then you’re learning at least one Christmas carol.”

Garmadon groaned, but half-heartedly allowed himself to be taught the arts of card making. It wouldn’t be his best work, oh no, for he definitely wasn’t ready to admit that he maybe kind of cared about Lloyd – or for Lloyd to realize that he cared. But it was a start. After all, people kept telling him there was more to life than surviving.

 ______________________

Thunk! Thunk! Bang!

“We must have a visitor,” noted Lloyd just as a snowball hit him in the face. “Rude,” he complained. Kai sniggered, earning him a vicious glare from both his sister and the Green Ninja.

Bang! There was another knock on the gates.

“Perhaps we should call a truce and let whoever is out there in before they break the gates down,” Zane suggested before Lloyd could plan a counterattack. Cole nodded, dropping his own snowball as he spoke.

“That’s probably wise.”

The others sighed, but refrained from continuing their snowball fight. Their companions were right and they were curious to see who had made the icy trek up the mountainside to the monastery. Lloyd shot Kai his best we’ll continue this later and made for the gates just as another knock sounded.

“Could you be any more impatient?” he muttered under his breath. Giving one of the gates a tug inward, he was greeted by the mailman, who was looking at his wristwatch in annoyance.

“About time,” the mailman said, brushing past Lloyd without saying hello.

“Hello, Mr. Mailman! Would you like to come inside for some hot cocoa?” Zane greeted brightly. The mailman shook his head vigorously.

“No, no. I have lots of other deliveries to make, what with it being the holidays and all. Not to mention, I’m not entirely convinced this package doesn’t contain a bomb, and I’d rather not stick around to find out,” he replied hurriedly. The ninja glanced at each other.

“Why?”  “Who’s it for?”

Cole and Jay asked at the same time.

“The package is addressed to the Green Ninja himself,” the mailman stated, shoving it at Lloyd with considerable delicacy, “if it is a bomb, please don’t bother filing a complaint with the Bureau of Mail Delivery and Package Sending. Remember. I’m just the messenger,” and with that, the mailman was gone.

“That was… odd,” commented Nya, raising an eyebrow. Lloyd hummed thoughtfully as he stared at the package the mailman had been so desperate to be rid of.

“It’s the mailman, sis. He’s always kinda kooky if you ask me,” Kai said, unconcerned. Silence fell as the group gathered around their brother to get a closer look at the package.

“It’s – it’s from my father…” Lloyd announced after a moment, completely shocked. No one knew quite how to respond to this news. The last time they’d seen Garmadon had been while Lloyd was still unconscious after the battle with the Oni. He hadn’t even bothered to say goodbye. And to be perfectly honest, no one was really sure they could trust the warlord not to continue his deceitful ways.

“Ah. Well, that explains the mention of a potential bomb threat, then,” Zane observed.

“Yeah…” Lloyd coughed awkwardly.

“So… are you gonna chuck it off the mountain and watch for a mushroom cloud? Or are you gonna open it and hope for the best?” Jay asked ever so tactfully. Lloyd thought for a moment before replying.

“Hhh… Kai, do me a favor and grab those tongs you keep in the forge. We’re gonna need em’.”

The master of fire was quick to follow Lloyd’s instructions and returned momentarily with a sturdy, and especially long, pair of tongs. Everyone took a step back as Lloyd set the package in a patch of snow away from anything important (his uncle would kill him if he accidentally set something on fire so close to Christmas). He gripped the tongs tightly and edged them carefully toward one end of the package.

“Here goes nothing,” Lloyd whisperer, snagging a flap of packaging and ripping it upwards. The seconds ticked by, but nothing exploded, beeped, or vibrated. He poked the package. Still, nothing. Curiosity getting the better of him, Lloyd pulled the rest of the dirty brown wrapping away from the contents of the package.

“Candy canes?” Lloyd couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Why on earth would Garmadon send him candy canes?

“There’s a card, too,” Nya said, plucking an envelope from the torn packaging. She passed it to Lloyd, who tentatively opened it.

“Dear Loyd,

The anoying villagers here tell me it is customarie to send cards to people you… people you’re related to. I don’t know why I’m alloweing them to dictate my life, but here:” Lloyd read aloud from the front of the folded piece of paper, struggling to make sense of the messy handwriting and questionable spelling. And, more so, struggling to understand what was happening. He had long ago lost any hope that he and Garmadon could ever go back to what they had once been. Had believed that their formerly loving relationship was permanently dead.

Biting his lip, Lloyd unfolded the envelope. The drawing inside was quite possibly the most hilariously insulting caricature of himself that Lloyd had ever seen. His initial shock at receiving a gift (?) from Garmadon was replaced with a squeak of laughter. He couldn’t help it; the image was simply too much for him to take.

“Are you okay, buddy?” Cole asked, concerned by Lloyd’s sudden change in demeanor.

“I-I don’t know,” Lloyd half laughed, half cried. He held out the card so the others could see.

“That’s sure… something else,” Nya commented.

“Yeah. I didn’t realize you had 4 arms, Lloyd,” Kai added, perhaps a bit too entertained by the interesting features Garmadon had given his brother. Nya viciously elbowed his side, but he shrugged unrepentantly. “What? It’s true.”

“Permission to laugh?” Jay asked. He was still ogling the image and Lloyd could tell he was only barely reigning himself in.

“I. Yeah, sure. Go ahead,” Lloyd relented, “I guess it is a pretty hilarious drawing.”

As Jay and Kai took full advantage of the invitation to let their true feelings show, Nya turned to Lloyd.

“Guess you won’t be forgetting this Christmas any time soon, huh?” she asked, a wry smile on her face. Lloyd laughed softly. Maybe this whole thing was a prank, maybe Garmadon had simply wanted to mess with him. But maybe, just maybe, his father was finally learning to care about someone other than himself. And that was a thought Lloyd could cling to on Christmas morning, when he felt the absence of those he had lost most keenly. A thought that gave him hope that perhaps someday, his family might possibly be complete again.

[srbachchan]

DAY 4419

Jalsa, Mumbai                Apr 12/13,  2020              Sun/Mon  1:07 AM

.. the cerebrum is saturated dry .. its filled with so much information that it has decided that it cannot cope any further with humanities repressive overtures of unstinted information .. 

.. it has through great due diligence created alternatives .. and has subjected us all to believing that the Master Computer shall take over now and be in service day and night , catering to all and every detail that you may require henceforth .. 

.. this is not just idle rhetoric .. it is based on most impressive study and research on the human brain and done laboratory and practical  testings over a certain period of time, concluding in now accepted and recognised analysis that the study has indeed been given formal approval .. 

.. avoiding the normal norms of animal testing - the animal lovers taking great objection - the voluntary human, stepping forward, has been greatly appreciated , and the honours are being given pride of place , in an environment that has been given equal consent and operational liberties ..

.. the guinea pig .. apologies for that reference, but it is established vocabulary now .. is none other that ..

YOURS TRULY .. da daann .. !! 🤣

Yes they gave elaborate testing about .. and have reached the conclusion that the ‘alternative’ being conducted and used , is clean and provides evidence of immense clarity ..

.. my cerebrum is in tact and healthy .. a bit drowsy .. but sane .. 

.. we are all going to be a different race at the end of this -

Virusologicalextendumisolatorateddistantendium ..

.. ok I just invented that for the Oxford Dictionary or the Chambers or whatever dict., is in vogue .. for it to go in perpetual reference , much like some of the invented terminology of recent times .. 

aarrrgghhhhaharfhrfafaa hhhh .. !!!

sorry about that .. nothing to do with the present condition .. errr .. my beard came in the way of my typing .. 

.. which, the beard, one has to admit has been one of the regulars on the Blog .. doesn’t say a word .. moves about with the grace and dignity of its location .. warns , when it begins to dip unceremoniously into the soup for dinner .. and expects immediate reparation , through that etiquette-ed napkin, that through protocol of booked table manners, lies conditioned on the lap of them that devour .. lifted delicately to the region under distress, through un shaking fingers .. committed and disciplined .. and returning back to its parked lap !

.. so where were we .. haha .. a bit of alliteration again ..  wherewerewe .. 

.. yes the state of the human after the thingimajic coronusitis .. 

I do feel that we shall have huge hesitation to shake the greeting hand, embrace the dear friend - that most essential emoji 🤗 shall come handy - and generally maintain distance , social or un social , bringing into blessed usage , of the smart phone .. the inseparable .. !!! 

human conduct could undergo reformation .. and the French shall be most delighted in formulating their famous .. vive la difference !!

yet on the other hand there shall be greater, or could be an understanding unseen of in centuries .. a rewrite or a reinstall of life itself .. starting from scratch .. well .. its a little presumptuous and facile  .. but never ever challenge ‘nature ‘ .. and that shall hopefully be the desired moto in the times of the decades to come ..

STOP .. stop this bulbous ignoramus philosophical garbage Mr B .. you be hallucinating .. its past the hour of 2 am .. GN

Amitabh Bachchan 

[siremasterlawrence]

King Of Possessions 3

“Excuse me Mr. Morrison, my name is Clark Makels a reporter for The Round Mirror News, and I would really like to get a quote from you.” A young man says as he walks into the room closing the door behind me. I smile as I look into his eyes transferring my astral self into his mind. “Let’s see Mr. Clark Makels are you hiding anything from me. Here we go memory trigger sensation replay.” I say as I project myself back to last one I possessed.

“You will answer all the questions I ask you my friend, I own you personally at this moment, and I completely possess you as of now. What are you hiding from me?” I ask him as he opens his mouth to answer all of my questions very much obediently with ease. “I am actually not a reporter at all Mr. Makels, I am a under cover detective for the NYPD send to, an try to investigate you for strange events.“What would you like me to do for you now?”he asks me.

I command him to drop to his knees for me so I can use him for my desires, he looks up to me with a smile taking my hand he drops to the floor. “ Pull down my zipper an suck my cock.” I order him as he obeys me happily enjoying tasty cum for the first time. I pick him up as he falls back into the wall his back pack is emptying before me. I look down to see street clothes I pick him up ripping off his stupid suit. I force him to sexy street clothes.

“Officer you work for me now an officer of the law, made to take care of me the man of your dreams, bringing forth my rules to the Main Streets. You shall rule the world for me changing everything I want to bring out. You kneel to me as you commit only to my will, I am your God so now act accordingly to me. Bea good boi admit your feelings for me an let’s begin.” I say to him as he wakes up after the trance staring at me happily at me.

Late part of that night of the same day we are at his cabin in the woods, it was in a secluded privately in the deep ends of the woods. I sit outside of the cabin as he lites a fire for me I fell a sleepy until I heard a motor racing at us. I look up to see him on his motorcycle sitting on it in a sexy fashion. “My dear Master Lawrence, what do you think of my moto leather jacket, and motorcycle to go along with it.

He leans into me kissing me as he pulls me upward from the floor, following that my body is pressing on him as he makes out with me. “I love you babe...I mean my Master Lawrence sorry I just love you so much my king. Sire you are more love in my life the anything, your everything to me my king more the anybody, I am all about pleasing you my love.” He says to me as I climb on to his lap as we make out more.

His hands start to spread all over me as he touches the ass that owns him, he is shuttering as my ass pounces back at him. “Oh! Master Lawrence, I love you.”He says again as I push him away an leave the room, he follows me anxiously on his motorcycle, I ditch him in the end of the woods. He finds me the next day literally parked in front of my house on his bike. I open door completely shocked to see him smiling at me with this super sexy grin.

I give in letting him into my house were he is not greeted nicely by the others, and I could just possess him but I rather like him. So now I am left a bit conflicted this last body is cool, but it is not what I want at all so I return back to the good ole rockstar. I drag his ass into my room ripping off his clothes as I ram his ass in, the bed began to shake as he moans in pleasure. The others listen on in jealousy as usual so I made it count, I shove him off of me after a while feeling complete.

“Go join the others an get to working on this list immediately, I will take a nap it better be done when I wake up. I kick him out, lock door and lunge onto the bed falling a sleep.

The end,

[ridingirlsblog]

Photoshoot of the Week: April 27th-May 3rd 2020 - Ducati Monster 796 & Mrs Black Soul

Stopped since last March 13th, with the exception of the Research and Development Department activities, Ducati has finally got the engines back this week. A "gradual return to normal" which at the moment involves only a part of the workers destined for the production lines. First the workshop workers were back, then the engine assembly workers and, from 28th April, also the motorcycle assembly ones. For all other employees (such as designers, project managers and designers) the use of smartworking will remain mandatory, with access to the plant allowed only to those who have no physical way to carry out the activities remotely. In compliance with the safety protocols issued by the Italian Government, internal production has been completely reorganized, for example from an 8 hour shift to two 7 hour shifts to allow the minimum number of people to be inside the plant at the same time and, therefore, reduce possible contacts. Furthermore Ducati, thanks to an agreement between the unions and the employers, have established even stricter rules, such as the use of masks, regardless of the distance between workers. In total safety, the reopening of the production lines will allow Ducati to get back on track immediately: Ducati's aim is obviously to lower the negative effect of the production halt, unfortunately at the worst time of the year, given that Ducati has a large order portfolio and costumers are waiting for their bikes. Anyway, even if Ducati wouldn't have been able to manage this chrisis, awesome German bikergirl and "metalhead and Bike addict" Mrs Black Soul was already prepared to get back on tracks with her stylish, iconic and a little retro looking 2011 Ducati Monster 796, which she got last year. It won't be straight from the factory, nor full of up to date tech and besides storage and wind protection are minimal but that model is still a work of art in performance and efficiency (not including the manageability). Getting an used motorcycle is right now a really good choice, especially when industries are slowly starting out but we do need to speed up riding and moving around the city quickly, safely, without problems or parking or social distance. Believe me, Mrs Black Soul definitely knows what she is doing. As her Instagram account declares: "Working in the motorcycle industry, it‘s not just a hobby!" *** *** *** Ten years ago, in April 2010, Ducati unveiled its newest naked bike, the Monster 796, producing a factory-claimed 87 hp (65 kW). Before the 2011 Ducati Monster 796 was unveiled, the rift within the Monster lineup was considerable: the entry-level 696 served as a great advanced beginner bike, while the 1100 offered a considerably more ballsy option. Ducati's lineup sticked to a lightweight, performance-oriented theme, and the new Monster 796 adhered to the level of form and function we've come to expect from the Italian manufacturer. A steel trellis frame helps the naked middleweight achieve a dry weight of 368 pounds, and the air-cooled 803cc L-twin engine produces 87 horsepower at 8,250 rpm and 58 lb-ft of torque at 6,250 rpm, a gain of 7 hp and 7.4 lb-ft over the 696 model. Like the Monster 696, the 796 featured non-adjustable Showa 43mm inverted forks up front, while the rear monoshock by Sachs was preload and rebound adjustable. The Monster 796 incorporated a wet, hydraulically actuated clutch with an APTC slipper unit (a la Hypermotard 796), and unlike the littlest Monster, the 796's swingarm was a slick, single-sided design. As with the Monster 1100, the 796 received aluminum tapered handlebars and Pirelli Diablo Rosso tires; the wheels and tires were identical to the big bore Monster's, apart from their black finish with short section pinstriping. Dual-disc, 4-piston Brembos were found up front, with a 2-piston disc at the rear. The Monster 796's ergonomic triangle was been revised for greater comfort: the handlebar was .79 inches taller, the saddle had been re-shaped for greater comfort (and sits .39 inches lower than the 1100's), and 4-point adjustable hand levers had also been incorporated. Thanks to the re-contoured seat and slightly revised ergonomics, the Ducati Monster 796 naked middleweight feeled noticeably more comfortable than its predecessors. The single-sided swingarm's design moved the seat .2 inches higher than the Monster 696's (to an altitude of 31.5 inches), and that repositioning might deter those of shorter stature. But the added clearance benefited the bike's handling, especially when it came to canyon carving. Though it was still got a sporty, arms forward posture, the comfier seat resulted in a less intimate relationship to the tank, reducing sensations of between-the-legs claustrophobia. The Monster 796's gruntier engine and single-sided swingarm were notably more lust-inspiring than what the 696 had to offer, and with a price difference of only $1,000, those two distinctions cannibalized sales from the smaller-engined stablemate. That said, the 796 still now hones in on the qualities many riding enthusiasts are looking for in a naked middleweight: a quick, nimble, reasonably comfortable, and appropriately priced ride with loads of personality. The 796 was replaced by the Monster 821 in mid 2014, equipped with the 821 cc Testastretta from the hyper line, and incorporating the same electronics suite as the monster 1200 #bikergirl #Monster821 #ducatiobsession #ducatilife #motorcycle #ducatista #ducatinsta #superbikes #ducativ4 #ducatimonster821 #ducatiSuperSport #ridefast #bikeracing #motosports #motolife #fastbikes #RidinGirlsBlog #racing #motorbike #bikersofinstagram #bikerfamily #biketouring #riderich #girlsonbikes #hjc #sportbike #sexybiker #bikerchick #bikerlady #desmo #speed #roadracing #ridingsexy #superbike #motard #ducaticorse #motorrad #ducati #motogp #moto #helmetporn #ducatimonster #ducatiracing #stuttgart #monster696 #monster796 #v4

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[kidcongopowers]

You have no idea how amazing it was for me to see this painting in person. Thanks all whom made it happen . More pics soon #Repost @tarrawarrama ・・・ Well, that’s a wrap! Before we packed up the 2019 Archibald Prize, we welcomed two final visitors – artist @michaelcharlesvale and the subject of his portrait, musician @kidcongopowers. The Archibald Prize will now head off to the next stop on its regional tour, Gosford Regional Gallery and Arts Centre in NSW. We’d like to thank every single one of you who visited over the past two months. We’ve loved seeing so many of you here, and hope you’ll return again! A massive thanks to presenting partners @artgalleryofnsw and @anz_au, plus our incredible team of volunteers, staff and exhibition partners and supporters – TarraWarra Museum of Art Foundation, Besen Family Foundation, Arnold Bloch Leibler, Probuild, Deloitte Private, Chubb, AON, The Balnaves Foundation, Paoli Smith Creative, IAS Fine Art Logistics, RACV Club, Ullmer Family Foundation, Harry the Hirer, Scanlon Foundation, Escala Partners, Credit Suisse, The Eva and Les Erdi Humanitarian Charitable Foundation, Bennelong Foundation, The Saturday Paper and DrawCard by Mr Moto. The Museum is now closed for exhibition changeover. We reopen on 23 November with ASSEMBLED: The Art of Robert Klippel. • Artwork: Michael Vale, 'Kid Congo on the island of the pink monkey birds' © the artist (at TarraWarra Museum of Art) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4gtLFMATqd/?igshid=7k31re377bk3