#arcade pamphlet

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Some other poll ideas I thought of!

- Best ‘so you…’ pamphlet/information guide

- Best arcade/video game (which one you’d most like to play)

- Best Sideshow Bob evil scheme

- Favourite thing Lenny’s not supposed to get in his eye

- Favourite Springfield Shopper headline/front page

- Favourite Gil bit/job

- Favourite Springfield couple (maybe without Marge and Homer as an option?)

Whoever you are, Anon, thank you for providing my blog with content for the rest of the month!

If you'd like to come off anon and get your credit I'd appreciate it !

[yutafrita]

An Angel, my Angel, and Me — PT. 3

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[Feat. Soyeon, Yangyang, Eunseok, and Yuqi]

Chapter Warnings: Religious imagery and lore (primary Catholic), potentially occult imagery, court room drama, mentions of angelic police force/criminal system, small allusions to depression/ suicidal ideation (it’s a very small blink and you miss it moment)

Genre: Fake married, court room drama, romcom

Word Count: 4.5k

CHAPTER THREE- 12 ANGRY ANGELS

Your local public library allowed people to rent out rooms. Some used these free spaces for book clubs, others used it for work or school projects, and as it turns out, Shotaro used them for nephilim meet and greets.

You paced in circles outside of the library, Sungchan having his arms crossed as you did so.

“You don't have to go,” he repeated this for the third time in ten minutes.

“I know, but I want to.”

“Then why have you been out here pacing for the past ten minutes?”

You groaned in frustration, stopping in your tracks. You wished you could drag Sungchan into the meeting room with you, but Shotaro made it extremely clear that you were to come alone and ready to speak to others. You couldn’t help it- Sungchan made you feel safe. He didn’t have to do anything but be around you and you could feel perfectly at ease.

“Hey,” Sungchan put both of his hands on your shoulders, “it’s going to be just fine. Plus, I’ll be out here the whole time if you need anything.”

“Thanks… I appreciate it,” you forced a nod. Your relationship with the angel at this point was a tangled ball of yarn that gave you a headache whenever you attempted to pull at the threads. You found yourselves holding hands when no one was looking, being around each other all the time despite Sungchan not needing to be around you at all hours, and have even stolen a few more touches than just the occasional kiss.

“Good luck, now go!” Sungchan lightly shoved your shoulders and pushed you towards the front door. 

You stumbled as you entered, earning a surprised look from the librarian. Standing up tall, you approached her desk.

“Hi, where is the meeting room for,” you stopped your whisper to look at the club name Shotaro had texted to you only to then say it through gritted teeth, “the Catholic Geologist club?”

“Second floor game room,” she nodded before extending her hand, “here is a pamphlet with all of the clubs offered here.”

“Thank you,” you politely took it before you followed her directions. Considering how painfully underfunded the library was, you wondered how Shotaro could even justify the space he had the group taking up. That was until you entered the room.

The space was the size of your living room and was broken up into thirds. The left hand side contained a few rectangular tables all covered with board games and card games. The right hand side was wall to wall filled with arcade machines all buzzing with life and ready for use. The center third is what surprised you. It was filled with fold out chairs and every seat was taken and facing the door.

“There she is!” Shotaro had popped out from the side of the door, slinging an arm over your shoulder in his excitement. “Welcome the newest member of the Nephilim meetup group!”

The 15 people gathering all smiled and cheered, the warm buzz in the room helping set you at ease. Shotaro pointed to the singular empty chair in the front and you scooted into the spot. 

“Welcome, I’m Yuqi,” the girl to your right introduced herself to you as hushed discussions fell amongst the group.

“Hi, nice to meet you!”

“Don’t get too close to Yuqi, she inherited her angel grandma’s ability to change memories,” the guy to your left cut in. You were nervous about being caught in a spat before you saw the smirk forming on his and Yuqi’s lips. “I’m Eunseok, I’m half angel.”

You introduced yourself and timidly added, “my… father is the angel.”

You hadn’t really admitted it to yourself. Your Mom had told you that she met your Dad in a whirlwind romance she had on a study abroad trip in Japan, and by the time she got back, she was pregnant without any way of contacting him. Your Mom, your grandparents, and the rest of her large family all leant a hand, and you never sought out more information since you didn’t think there was any. So, learning that he was an angel… it needed time to sink in.

But, saying it out loud was still a good first step.

“All right everyone!” Shotaro called everyone's attention, a clipboard waving in his hands. “You guys know the deal- first two minutes is roll call, next ten minutes are whatever y’all want to discuss, and then it’s game time,” he then met your eyes, “and our rules state that any new members have to be a part of the first fight.”

By first fight, they meant playing the first three rounds of Dance Dance revolution.

“I can’t believe the library just has these games,” you muttered as Shotaro set up the first game. He had taken it upon himself to be your first challenger. 

“Oh yeah. We’ve been coming here for years so we did a fundraiser last year and were able to fully upgrade the room,” he explained before clapping his hands, “all right, let’s go.”

You typically viewed yourself as being pretty good at rhythm games, but wow, Shotaro really made you question that notion. He wasn’t just pretty good- it was like he was a completely different person when the music came on. You completely lost the game to him but you almost couldn’t even count it because he was a complete monster in the game.

“I’ll go!” Yuqi nearly yanked Shotaro off the console after the first song.

“Are you all as good as him?” you asked, still breathing embarrassingly heavy.

“Oh god no- he’s a professional dancer. He was just trying to flex,” she exposed, causing you to look back and glare at Shotaro who could only laugh at being exposed. 

You were able to keep up a bit more with Yuqi, both of you smiling and laughing the whole time. You came out on top by only ten points, and considering your miserable defeat beforehand, you considered it a true victory.

“I’ll take this last one!” Eunseok popped forward, and that was when you noticed it. On his back was a set of small, uneven wings. A few others in the room had their own, all different sizes and different variants of shapes and colors- Eunseok’s wings were fully gray.

“You can pick this last song,” you smiled, leaning back on the machine’s bar.

“Oh? Hell yeah,” he chirped. After Eunseok beat you by a few points, you stepped off the machine, finally released from your hazing.

“Wanna play cards?” Yuqi phrased it as a question, but was already grabbing your hand and guiding you to the other end of the room. 

The night was wonderful. You were able to laugh and smile with other nephilim, and while you were certainly annoyed by Shotaro’s ominous approach to showing you everything, you were happy to finally have an understanding. 

After exchanging phone numbers with Yuqi and Eunseok, you left the club room with a few minutes remaining on the clock. Outside, you felt the soft kiss of fall approaching and you tightened your cardigan as you looked around for Sungchan. 

“Meow,” you looked down, seeing the black cat you haven’t seen in ages. You knelt down, confused until his tail angled itself to gesture to something. Following the eyeline, you noticed a set of two angels across the street, both looking down on a tablet before glancing back at the library.

“Troops,” you whispered, earning a nod from Sungchan’s cat form. Scoping him up in your arms, you pressed him close to your chest and started making your way to your apartment. With your shielding abilities and the charm that allows Sungchan to turn into a cat, you were able to breeze by the troops and make the brisk three blocks back to your apartment in one piece.

“I can’t believe they got that close,” you announced once you made it back inside and released the cat. So quickly it occurred within the blink of an eye, Sungchan returned to his normal angelic state, a layer of sweat having formed on his forehead. “I wish you had told me, I would have left sooner-.”

“You have a life,” he was kurt in his response. “I’ll be out of your hair after this trial… I’ll turn myself in as soon as Soyeon gives me the go ahead.”

“I- I’m not bothered by you being around,” you defended, moving towards him, “do… you plan to leave after your trial, though?”

“You can just tell everyone that your husband left you, you’ll gain sympathy points,” he laughed, a hint of bitterness in his tone. You went to grip his arm only for him to turn on his heel and go to the kitchen. “I’m going to make a snack, do you want anything?”

“Sungchan,” you were confused and frustrated, and approached the kitchen with a furrowed brow. “Sungchan, listen to me.”

“Hm?”

“Sungchan, I love you,” the words spilled out like a waterfall. He froze, dropping the jar of peanut butter spread onto the floor as you continued. “You are free to do whatever you want, and I’ll make sure Soyeon still helps but… I can’t pretend anymore. I want you in my life.”

His bottom lip quivered before all you heard was, “no.”

Your blood ran cold, “what?”

“You shouldn’t love me. It’s not good for humans if they do. It’s okay if I love you but-.”

“You love me?” you cut him off, inching closer and closer to him. Sungchan closed the space between the two of you, and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“You idiot, I love you so much it hurts. But… if something were to ever happen to you because of me-.”

“I love you,” you pressed your hands on both sides of his face, “I love you so much. I would do anything for you. But, that’s my choice, not yours.”

He pressed his lips to your forehead before pressing his forehead against yours, “I love you. I want to always be with you, if you’ll have me.”

Eagerly you met his lips in a soft kiss, “I love you too.”

He tucked your hair behind your ear, his fingers trailing down along your neck and leaving goosebumps before he stood up tall and swiftly picked you up. 

“What are you doing?” you laughed, now folded over his shoulder as he carried you easily from the kitchen to your room.

“We’re home alone, and we’re in love. We’re going to finally fuck.”

“Oh wow, finally.”

Be that as it was, the jar of peanut butter stayed on the floor the rest of the night.

*********

“The trial is in a week,” Soyeon repeated this sentiment to you as you laid on the couch, pouting. It had been two weeks since you and Sungchan officially began dating, and for one of the weeks he was in Angel jail awaiting trial. “Stop moping.”

“I know your defense is kick ass but what if the jury doesn’t care?” you aired your true worries then. Soyeon was viciously intelligent. On earth her degree was in Public relations, but apparently when she was training to be a guardian she went to the equivalent of angel law school. You knew she was the best defense Sungchan could get, you were terrified by the other angels not being open-minded.

Soyeon shoved your feet off the couch and sat down, sighing as she met your eyes.

“You know, this is why I begged to be your guardian angel.”

You blinked, “what?”

“Your guardian angel had like, four different people he was responsible for. I was implanted as your neighbor just to give a helping hand to any other proper guardians in the area. Anyways, he was never there to help you and you… you were so kind and you cared so much about everyone…”

“I can take care of myself,” you sat up then, before playfully punching her arm, “but thanks, for being there for me.”

“I know you can take care of yourself, but everyone needs a helping hand. Whether they’re a human or an angel.”

“I just hope the jury agrees too,” you folded your hands on your lap, nervous as you continued to spiral.

“They will, because… you’re going to do us both a favor.”

******

“These sunglasses are ridiculous,” you were irritated, but you weren’t going to do much beyond that unless you wanted to have your eyeballs melt out from their sockets and speak in tongues. The sunglasses nephilim needed to wear to be able to walk around heaven were bulky, dark, and would typically not allow any natural light enter.

Heaven did not contain any natural light.

Soyeon was holding you firmly in her hands, her wings emitting golden flecks as she maneuvered around the busy courthouse to guide you to where you would have to wait before taking the stand.

“Well, sorry they didn’t have any designer sunglasses. Next time you have to be a character witness for your boyfriend I’ll bear that in mind,” she sassed before stopping in front of a tall oak door. “This is the room you’ll be sequestered in until the court officer comes to get you. I think it’s going to be a troop member… unless they want to scare you.”

“Isn’t a troop member scary enough?” you asked, arms crossed as you looked around the hall. While most people had bright white wings, you did see the occasional pair of black wings or other people like you with a thick pair of sunglasses.

“I would say a Saint would be scarier… you’re going to be fine,” she squeezed your shoulder with one hand, realizing the absolute fear your face wore. “The judge presiding over the case on behalf of the Lord is nice, I think we have a chance.”

Soyeon breathed deeply before looking at her wrist watch, “look, just read your book or doodle or stare at the wall. I’m going to make sure your boyfriend can get out so he can pay us back by getting us dinner,” she opened the door for you before maneuvering towards the courtroom entrance and away from you.

The room was relatively bare- a small bookcase, a table with a few wooden chairs, and a floor to ceiling window that was still freakishly bright even with the special sunglasses. 

It was bold of Soyeon to assume you’d be able to do anything besides nervously pace for several hours. The trial wasn’t meant to go beyond a week, and according to Soyeon had been going a little better than she anticipated- as in the jury was paying attention and not immediately calling Sungchan a blasphemous heathen.

Thinking back to your time with Sungchan in the last few weeks, you sighed. Sungchan had been wildly nervous, and had taken up your habit of picking at his own cuticles to a point that you started carrying around bandaids in case he accidentally plucked off his skin. 

Looking at your own bag that carried your untouched book, you frowned upon seeing the Kero Kero Keroppi bandaids. All you could do was hope that he had stopped picking at them, and if not, hopefully he’d be able to heal quickly. According to Sugchan, Guardian angels were the ones that had relatively indestructible flesh and insane healing abilities. For Fallen Angels, unless they were members of the troop, their healing abilities may be a little faster than humans, but that was it.

“So, can you guys die?” you remember asking.

“Not really, we’ll just have our souls sent to hell,” Sungchan had answered this question with a shrug as if it was no big deal.

Drowning in your thoughts, the door opened. “It’s your time to take the stand.”

Time moved in a blur until you were seated in the witness stand.

“Objection.”

“On what grounds?”

“The witness is in a relationship with the accused and is being guarded by the defendant’s lawyer,” the prosecutor countered. You gulped, trying to keep a straight face as you sat frozen at the front of the courtroom.

“Seeing as there are no rules against either of those factors… you may continue with your testimony,” the judge’s voice was oddly soothing, cutting through the bright gold and white emitted throughout the courtroom. The jurors all but two had bright white wings with gaudy gold flecks, and it refracted the already searing light in the room. 

Soyeon cleared her throat and started her line of questioning. You and Soyeon had such a natural way of behaving with one another that you were both visibly struggling to not crack jokes at the other or laugh. Her line of questioning felt like eons, but after looking at the clock above the jury you widened your eyes slightly to see only two hours had passed.

“The prosecution may now approach the witness with any questions,” the judge announced. Your throat ran dry, and you took a short sip of the glass of water in front of you. 

The prosecutor sent a short wink to another person on his team before standing tall. He had an arrogant air to him. It surprised you considering that his wings indicated that he too was a guardian angel.

“Thank you, your honor. This will be quick,” he stood between you and the jury before directly meeting your eyes, “ma’am, so to confirm, Sungchan was a vagrant whom tricked you into taking him in by disguising himself as a cat?”

“Objection- leading question,” Soyeon nearly shot out from her seat. 

“Please strike that from the record and rephrase your line of questioning,” the judge sighed. You frowned, balling your hand into a fist to try and keep yourself together. You had been avoiding looking at Sungchan, terrified that seeing him would bring you to tears, but you more than anything hoped that he didn’t take what the prosecutor said to heart.

“Sungchan, the accused, disguised himself as what animal?” the prosecutor started.

“In order to keep himself safe he took on the disguise of a cat. His intentions-,” you were cut off by the prosecutor. 

“I didn’t ask about his intentions, ma’am,” you watched as he sent a glance of irritation to the jury as if wanting them to judge you, “in the two years he was there, did Sungchan reveal himself to you?”

You shook your head, “no.”

“So, he simply mooched off of you for that time?”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek before you spoke up again, “no, he didn’t. He may not have contributed to the rent, but he did contribute to where we lived, even as a cat.”

The prosecutor seemed irritated by this and cleared his throat before pressing on, “how did he contribute?”

“Well, for starters, my roommate and I aren’t the cleanest people in the world, but we’re the only people on our floor of our apartment complex to not get a roach infestation. Sungchan- or rather Eerie, what I named his cat, was the one that basically guarded us from it all.”

“Was that it?”

“No,” you bit your bottom lip before you continued, “those last two years of my academic career were some of the most emotionally taxing in my life. Having Eerie there to rely on me, be near me, and be a non-judgemental ear was frankly life saving. Sure, Sungchan needed me around to stay safe but,” that was when you finally met Sungchan’s gaze. You choked up a bit seeing a ghost of a tear run down his cheek, and you passed the back of your hand under your glasses to stop a tear from falling before you finished speaking. “He needed me around to stay safe, but I really needed him around to stay alive. He cares deeply for humans… isn’t that what you’re all supposed to do?”

Grumblings and mutters broke-out all throughout the court-room, several of the jurors discussing amongst themselves and angels in the back of the room standing up as if to have a talk with the court officers. The judge hit his gavel loudly, the noises all trickling to a silence after he hit it a second time.

“Do you have any other questions for the witness?” the judge asked, his voice much softer now after hearing you speak.

The prosecution's face was red with anger before he answered, “no, sir.”

******

Soyeon taped up her last box, and you both looked away from each other to wipe away your tears.

It had been five months since Sungchan received his verdicts and sentencing, and in that time you and your best friend/ guardian angel had a lot of conversations. One of which was her deciding to take a job promotion that required her to move to another part of the world.

“Sungchan, you better take good care of her,” Soyeon shoved the taller mans shoulder, his white wings glistening despite the light in your apartment’s kitchen needing to be replaced. You didn’t quite realize that Soyeon provided most of your kitchenware, so you added to your mental to do list that you and Sungchan needed to grab a new skillet.

“Soyeon,” you turned back around after wiping away your tears, “you don’t need to worry about me. I want you to focus on yourself.”

“You better call me… you’re still my best friend,” she was visibly fighting back her tears as she went to grip your shoulders. 

“Yes, and now she’s only your best friend,” Sungchan emphasized, placing a hand on Soyeon’s shoulder.

“I can’t believe part of your sentencing was you needing to be a guardian again,” she seethed, a small glint of pride showing itself. She should be proud of herself- Sungchan may have gotten one guilty verdict, but he did get a not guilty verdict on the most hefty charge. She was a miracle worker, no pun intended.

“It just so happens to work out that my old guardian angel was taking on a new job,” you taunted, a laugh escaping you. “What kind of amazing luck is that?”

“Oh please, like I wouldn’t make sure he ended up around you somehow.”

“Soyeon, is this box ready?” Eunseok interjected, gesturing to the box she just closed. Sniffling, she nodded before walking off to instruct another mover in her room.

“I’m gonna miss her,” you confessed, leaning your head on Sungchan’s shoulder.

“I know, I’ll miss her too,” he wrapped an arm around you before pressing a kiss on the crown of your head. 

“Hey, you’ve known her forever, I just started being her friend,” Yuqi popped back out from Soyeon’s now empty room, a thin layer of sweat across her forehead. “It’s so not fair that now is when she’s moving.”

“I’ll visit all the time,” Soyeon defended, quickly rushing and obnoxiously pinching Yuqi’s cheeks. “It’s not like I’ll need to pay for airfare or anything.”

“Another perk of having a full set of wings,” Eunseok frowned.

“I’m telling you, Yangyang said he could help out with that,” you reiterated. The weird, eclectic group you had formed over the past few months was shifting again with Soyeon leaving, but you knew it would be okay. 

“He’s gonna charge me my life savings- no thanks,” Eunseok pointed, to which Sungchan nodded in affirmation.

Sungchan’s verdicts at the time were shocking enough for news to spread rapidly from guardians, to fallen angels, down to the nephilims.

You dreaded a guilty verdict- but remember the shock of hearing the jury’s decision. Guilty from robbery from the Library of Alexandria, and not guilty for returning the items to the human community.

“The defendant did have to break sacred glass to retrieve the book, therefore we the jury find him guilty of robbery. However, seeing as the items belonged to the human community, regardless of the idolatry harbored in them, it is not considered stolen goods to us, the jury. Therefore, we find Jung Sungchan not guilty on the charge of giving or selling stolen sacred goods.”

“All right,” Soyeon looked down at her watch, “I have to go ahead and deliver my items to get shipped over before I fly out.”

“Wow,” you huffed. You were going to miss seeing her everyday, but you knew that she deserved this promotion more than any other being. You were proud of her, and excited to see where her new guardian job would take her now.

“Please stop crying,” she begged, wiping away tears from her own face. After everyone walked Soyeon off to her car and several hugs and tears were shed (and more tears from you two), your best friend drove off. 

“You know you’ll see her in a week, right?” Eunseok poked, earning an arm punch from you, Yuqi, and Sungchan. “Ouch! Sorry!”

You and Sungchan cautiously entered Soyeon’s now empty room, expecting to be stunned by the sudden echo. Instead, you raised your eyebrow at the small crate in the corner with a note on top.

“We figured you’d want an actual cat. Plus, this apartment always does better with 3 inhabitants,” you read the note aloud, looking back at Sungchan who was smiling wildly. “No way.”

“Please let her out of her crate,” he was bouncing on his toes now, eager for you to see what he and Soyeon had presumably been planning for a while. Cautiously, you knelt down, eyes widening as you saw the small black kitten nestled on a bed in the back corner of her crate. Her eyes were shut until she heard your nervous fingers undo the clasp of the crate, her yellow eyes landing on you.

“Oh, hi,” you cooed, opening the door and moving back a few steps to give her space. Sungchan knelt down next to you, your eyes meeting.

“I already scheduled a vet visit for her next week. Soyeon and I both scoured all of the local rescues and agreed that she was the one for you,” he explained before he placed a small kiss on your forehead, “are you happy?”

You nodded eagerly before leaping forward and wrapping the angel in a hug. Sungchan, even when he was the cat, was watching out for you and your roommate. As your boyfriend, he’s gone along with the lie of pretending to be your husband. Now, as being both your boyfriend and guardian angel, he was more perfect than you could even imagine and just so thoughtful.

“I love you, Sungchan,” you squeezed him tightly as he hugged you back.

“I love you, too,” his face was buried in your neck until you felt a small body press itself against your leg. Breaking apart, you looked down to see the cat rubbing its body against you in both a bid to show that it felt comfortable and also to get your attention.

“Oh, she is so cute,” you could cry, gently petting the cat.

“She is, both of my girls are very cute,” he reached forward and scratched behind the cat’s ears, its eyes closing in comfort. 

“Now, the big question is, what are we going to name her?” you asked aloud. Figuring out the name of the cat was simply another step in your relationship with Sungchan, and another one you were happy to encounter.

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[silversnakes-yan]

I had a sudden thought of them with an alcoholic reader or how would they react with an alcoholic reader😭😭 Would they get worried and stop them or would they join lmao😭😭

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✲𝓖𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝔀/ 𝓪𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓬 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻✲

Rory

He would be very disappointed in you. He doesn’t understand why you would want to ruin your life like that. Rory is going to convince (manipulate) you into moving in with him so he can make sure you’re not drinking. He’ll even stop drinking himself.

Isaiah

He’ll be on you like a helicopter mom. You will never touch alcohol again when Isaiah’s around. And he’s always around. He’s monitoring everything you drink because he wants you to be happy and healthy.

Jason

You would remind him of his father and he’ll revert back to that scared little boy again. He’ll handle being triggered like that the only way he knows how; by lashing out . Let’s just say you won’t be touching another bottle again or even breathing for that matter…

Noah

Noah knows he’s not one to talk when it comes to addiction. However, he doesn’t like that feeling he gets when he sees you drowning your sorrows in alcohol. He’s not the confrontational type so he’ll try to distract you from it in more subtle ways. Going to the park, arcade, and maybe a little vandalism.

Arlo

He’s never dealt with a situation like this before. So he’s very unsure of how to approach it. When he’s unsure of something the first thing he does is go to his mother. She’ll give him advice and later on that day he’s reading pamphlets she printed out on how to help you.

[prism-stone-planet]

A pamphlet given out at the “Waccha! Reading! Magic!” event has revealed the next update for the Primagi Arcade Game will be titled “Pretty All Star Update 1”. It starts in Autumn 2023.

[preservationofnormalcy]

So we’ve got some extranormal religions, universities, and government bodies. Are there any companies?

There’s a few! It’s a little more rare, since by law they have to comply with a lot of our regulations on secrecy and disclosure. But there’s a few that operate in our jurisdiction.

Harrison Chou, leader of our AbTech Division, founded a company called EsoteriTech in the late 70s. Though it’s largely defunct now, it had an important place in a lot of our corporate governance because it was the first direct public-private partnership in the Office’s history, and it led to Chou joining us on a permanent basis.

Being a very practically-minded person, he felt that previous attempts to use technology to study the supernatural were efforts by spiritualists to understand and make use of science, and wanted to do the opposite. An engineer and programmer attempting to come at it from the other angle, and it was remarkably successful. I think their first big project was an attempt to create a device to reliably contact the dead, and it’s technology we still use to this day when spirit boards are not appropriate to the situation. Thaum measuring techniques, demonic influence test strips, a lot of what we use regularly today was developed by EsoteriTech and funded by the Office. EsoteriTech is mostly working in the digital space now. Their most famous product is Screye, the video-and-spellcasting app favored by wizards and witches. Works on iPhone and android!

Another one you’ve probably heard of is Pearlgate Ventures, the largest organization of literal angel investors on earth. They pick and choose smaller companies to invest in according to their “plan”, which their CEO Eli claims is “inspired by Heaven”. Mostly it’s entertainment ventures. Movie theaters, arcades, vacation organizers, cruise lines, that sort of thing. Next time you’re at a theme park look closely at the map pamphlet, chances are you’ll see Pearlgate written in tiny print.

Kind of on the opposite tack, Leviathan Ltd is a brokerage firm famously run by one of the only dragons who’s stayed on earth since most of them fled. We know him as Zane Farrow but his dragon name is a closely held secret. The Office has had a professional if strained relationship with Mr Farrow over the years, and we maintain our commitment to neutrality towards him.

I’ll take this opportunity to remind everyone that Andromeda Starlight is not a corporation, they are a free association of witches, as their lawyers will absolutely be happy to remind you.

[stevebattle]

Pamphlet KOZO (1985) by Namco, Tokyo, Japan. KOZO hands out pamphlets with its vacuum action trunk. "Parents and children enjoying Namco's [Elemecha]. From left to right, pamphlet KOZO (1985) and stamp robot Largo (1980)." The term 'elemecha' derives from Namco's early history of building electromechanical arcade games.

[trashfandomwriting]

HCs about the BH taking the gatlians to fun places for them to hangout! Could be a theme park or some arcade, you choose!

Hey there! thanks for the request, hope this is okay. it ended up a bit longer than anticipated -MJ Warnings: cannon mentions of weapons, not proofread

You/Your used for BH

-Finding an activity for all of the Gatlians is not a task for the faint of heart. between finding something they all like, and something that they can do (most dont have arms unfortunetly), and that alot of places are wary of them and still consider them wepons.

-so you tend to take them out individually, but sometimes you can convince them to agree on something.

-when yall do go out as a group you tend to go to places like the movies, park, Aquarium, or difrent museums (especialy science and kids museums).

-you tried to take them to a zoo one time, a couple of creatures kids got into an enclosure. you’ve never been to the zoo since and none of you talk about it.

-they also enjoy going to dinner, and each of them get to pick the place to eat on their birthday(are they born???)

-you got a wagon to take them places, since its not very fun to go places if your sitting in a pocket. all of you started covering it in stickers and paint so now it looks like a colourful ransome note.

-gus handles and passes out snacks, he has pretty good taiste and knows what everyone likes. its also partly because hes the only one with arms.

-creatures kids tend to get into things but are great at helping get things from outside of the 'Gat-wagon'. (the name was lizzies idea. all of the gatlians except for creature and knifey hate it.)

-knifey handles the maps and pamphlets, he has an amazing sense of direction but likes to tell you to go in the worst directions.

-Lezduit tends to just go along for the ride but he seems to enjoy your outings, he almost looks like hes smiling when he watches the others bicker about where to go and what to do.

-Kenny spends most of the outing talking, reading signs outloud, and narrating everthing while you pull the Get-wagon around.

-sweezy likes the aquarium, especially the larger and more dangerous exhibits. she also loves the theme park, she pesters everyone into going on the largest rollercoasters, lizzie ends up babysitting while you take her and knifey on the bigger ones.

-kenny likes the movies but talks through them you’ve been banned from the local theater, it hasn’t stoped you and the workers aren’t payed enough to care. he also enjoys the theme park but only the slower or less scary rides. (you can sometimes convince him to go on the log-flume ride but he hates it.)

-gus likes the arcade and the park. he uses his disks to play frisbee, sometimes creature will go with him so his kids can play with gus. his favorite game at the arcade is pacman and those target-ball games.

-knifey likes the theme park, both for the rollercoasters and the bumper-cars. he uses the whip-blade-thing to grab the wheel from you and target people. he also enjoys the movies and goes to every re-showing of scream.

-lezduit likes to sit in the park, its calm. he also enjoys the movies (especialy action and aventure movies.) he also enjoys resteraunts especialy the themed ones.

-creature likes taking his kids to the park and the interactive museum, but when he goes somewhere for himself he likes to go to comedy bars and open mics. he convinced you to take him to an open mic to preform, his jokes were so bad they were funny but he was just happy that people were laughing.

[swampstew]

Blind Date Event ~ Sabo X Reader

Thank you to everyone who submitted applications for my Blind Date Matchmaking Event. I hope you enjoy these lovely bedtime stories during this week of overpriced chocolates, flowers and heart shaped things. @artist-squared I hope you enjoy your date :)

Mostly fluff, SFW, Sabo X Female reader, first blind date experience. WC: 857. Minors DNI - my content is for mature audiences only

Sabo was waiting outside the building as you parked your car. You had elected to drive yourself, a rule of personal safety on your end, but you were appreciative that your date made the effort to come out and greet you. Holding the door for you as you walked inside for your date.

You were not sure what to expect when he told you he wanted to take you to a fun place. You hadn’t been inside an arcade in many years. It wasn’t that you didn’t like games, you just weren’t expecting that as a first date. To Sabo’s credit, this was a more adult friendly arcade unlike the ones you frequented in your youth. The echoes of a giant animatronic mouse by the name of Charles E. Cheese fluttered in your mind and you suppressed a shudder.

No such mascots lurked inside the massive building. It was equipped with a laser tag arena, bowling alley, and even a mini racetrack in the back. You both agreed to do some rounds of bowling and eating, play some games and end the night with race cars.

As you hung out in the alley section, you both ate appetizers during the lane resets. Taking turns picking off pamphlet topics and games. So far the date was going well. You both clicked right away, any jitters you felt beforehand were now gone as you went through the first set of ice breakers. Sabo was feeling relaxed as well, opting for some of the flirtier games.

“Never have I ever…baked good for someone as thanks,” Sabo thought wistfully. His hand had two fingers up, yours had one left.

“Well, damn!” you say, putting your finger down. “How did you nail my entire thing in one guess?”

Sabo laughed lightly, “I’ve only known you for an hour and a half but I can tell you’re a kind person. If I had to guess, your love language is…acts of service?”

You lightly gasp.

“It’s mine too,” his lips curl in a smile. He took his turn to bowl, making a perfect strike. “I have to be honest, I wasn’t too optimistic about the matchmaking service when my brother sent it to me. Now though, I’m glad I took the chance, _____.”

He leaned down and for a second you thought he was going to kiss you or something but he was just passing you the bowling ball you’d been using.

“Your turn.”

“I’m glad I signed up for this event too, I found it on a whim. If the date ends well I may have to send over a box of goods for you to share with your brother,” you chuckle, turning to bowl. Another perfect strike. The game ended with a tie.

Holding a bucket of golden tokens, the two of you played every game the arcade had to offer. You were a pro at skee-ball but not as gifted with the basketball game. Sabo was great at Tekken 7 and Donkey Kong but terrible with the Jurassic Park game. You both shamefully lost at the claw machine game. Impressively the two of you drew a small crowd with your skills at Dance Dance Revolution.

When the bucket was empty and your ticket count high, you went to the prize booth to claim your rewards. Sabo got you a pastel cat plush that felt like a cloud. The two of you made decisions on how to spend the rest of the tickets. In the end, you chose Scooby Doo Clue, Dungeons and Dragons Monopoly, a beer drinking hat, jumbo boxing gloves, candy, and several SEVERAL sticky hands

“So I can slap my brother from across the room,” he smirked handsomely.

Race carts filled with your winnings, you waited for the timer to count down, each of you revving your engines for the drama.

“Hey _____, want to make this a little more interesting?” You nod. “If I win, I can choose our next date. If you win, you get to choose where we go, how does that sound?”

You smirk, oh the fool, you were an excellent driver. “Sure, but don’t be shocked when I leave you on the finish line!”

Speeding down the track, grills of the sleek cars inching forward trying to beat the other lap after lap. There were times you were worried the two of you would collide but Sabo was a surprisingly good driver, considering he was a bit too tall for the small car. On the final lap, you were trailing behind him and managed to slide in to cross the finish line.

“Damn, I’m dating Dom Torretto over here,” he grinned as he pulled himself from the cart.

Laughing, “damn straight. I think for our next date, somewhere a little more lowkey. I hope you like reading.”

Sabo nodded his head vigorously. You let out another laugh, hugging your cat squishy in one arm as Sabo offered you his arm, which you looped around his elbow. You left the arcade arm-in-arm to your parked cars, eagerly making plans to meet at a cozy bookstore with a highly rated frozen hot chocolate drink.

[apupp3tw0-strings]

Pop quiz, what's in your pockets right now!

(For some reason, the above ask sounds like a threat)

Gyeh! Oh um, some... bits of fabric and yarn, gummy snakes, some mints, scissors, a bracelet, a pin cushion, my phone, my wallet and... a tiny pamphlet tag? (Is... Is this Remie's tag? Was this the pamphlet she gave me in the Dark World?)

Nothing but cash money baby!!! Oh, and my phone, wallet, and my arcade pass.

Spool of yarn, few pins and needles, and my phone.

Toothpick, hair pins, wallet, phone... Random novelty bookmark from my father's company. (This is the loafers one, hmm)

... Sugar? Wait, that's from when I stuffed those sour patch kids in here. Um, also my phone, wallet, random candy ring, tea bag tag for some reason.

[finnitesimal]

if you click where there’s like- a pamphlet in the setting side of games it shows you who+ what they sell + when they come(minus who you get the cats and dogs from- from what I can tell that’s a once a month event that repeats until month is over or you acquired your new lil’ guy)

the game also has a BUNCH of textured hairstyles which though might not be ENTIRELY useful for pissa it DOES mean good basic refrence for if you’re not used to textured hair- ALSO during a point once you’re a certain level (the hearts in the corner DO add up to something) you can get suits and dresses (though I think that’s for the wedding season?? unsure,)

skull shirt if I remember correctly was from changing clothes before the arcade, or movie dates,

if you need I could probably make a post on one of the blogs I have so you can SPECIFICALLY save all the stuff and @ you to it (only on anon because old account from highschool is the first one and I’m NOT going to purge that now that I’m an adult and working full time,) -pocket live anon

There might have been an update because the address book is still there but there's not recommended outfits for dates I think? There's a lot of free stuff with ads though

[jackobbit]

What is the story behind the Hive AU?

Hi- hello- hi- running after u with a pamphlet of info as thick as a Steven King book- /j

I was hoping to make a general information post about it before too long, but I guess it wouldn’t hurt to talk about it early!

The Hive AU is a reader insert story, just as a warning! It’s a story about a down-on-their-luck reader who is starting their first day at their new job as a janitor within the Mega Pizzaplex. They meet many new faces within their first week of work. In particular, they have a lot of Less Than Friendly run ins with Sun and Moon, who run the Daycare together and the Observatory and Tutoring Center on their own respectively.

The reader tries to evade the two while doing their job, and in the process, stumbles across someone long abandoned. They meet the remains of an additional animatronic named Eclipse, the former attendant to the Hive Arcade. But he’s missing his body. Determined to help him, the reader uploads Eclipses conscious into a small device and helps search for his body before it’s too late.

But why is Eclipse missing his body? Who can the reader trust? Eclipse mentioned a place called the Hive, but that doesn’t seem to exist anymore, so why is that place gone? Why is the reader the only human janitor amongst an army of staff bots? Who are you really?

Find out in the next episode of Dragon Ball GT- /j

[md-guel]

while everyone is celebrating sulemio's landslide in the tumblr poll...i wasn't even studying the blade 😅 but I did manage to find the time to take pictures of the contents of the school fes blu-ray! I'll put them all under the cut.

top to bottom, left to right: the special booklet, the backside of the blu-ray jacket and the back of the special drama cd print

the special drama cd print! I especially love how balanced the whole thing is

front and back cover of the special booklet

inside the special booklet! it's actually a tri-fold pamphlet where the inside is screenshots from the event. the part with suletta is the leftmost flap of the side with the front and back cover (so left to right, it's suletta, the back cover, then the front)

the back of the actual blu-ray case

and this one's the inside flap of the blu-ray case cover! it wouldn't lay flat so I had to ask gueloha and the tiny jeturk bros for help

staff pass. I thought it was a sticker on a special paper? but it actually looks more like the shirt tags with a paper backing, I'm not sure. anyway if anyone's been dreaming about being the unbeatable AAA in the arcades, now you are!

and these are what the discs look like. the second picture was taken at an angle because I didn't want the drama cd reflecting my hands and phone 😅

[trauma-trove]

[Id: a series of 10 photos with surreal, unconventional subjects. Image 1: a faint double rainbow over a neighborhood skyline. Image 2: the shelf underneath a doctor's office exam table with a box of pamphlets that read quote "does your knee hurt?" Endquote. Image 3: a worn vintage Cheer Bear CareBear lying on a foam mat floor. Image 4: a view from below of a life sized dragon model standing on top of a Halo arcade game in a low-budget arcade. Image 5: a landscape view of a children's outdoor wooden playground at night. Image 6: a wide river bordered by lush green trees. Image 7: a kiddie quarter-operated carousel on a sidewalk. Image 8: a rural backroad with a row of six vultures in the middle of the road. Image 9: an exterior pic of an abandoned fast food place with an empty drive thru menu sitting outside. Image 10: ablack void with an open door leading to a bedroom lit in red light. End ids.]

Weirdcore backgrounds, all taken by me. Free for anyone to use.

[mutatedangels-a]

@ruinedtendencies // jamie x astrid

"Oh. Shoot. You, uh..." he clears his throat, standing in the doorway, resembling a broken wack-a-mole machine at the arcade as he decides whether to confront them or not. "You weren't supposed to see that." But it's his fault, anyway—who the hell would leave a surprise gift out in the open, atop the only surface in the bedroom? Damn his habit of coming home and splaying things on his desk; it's bleeding into his vacation mindset, following him all the way to Upper Michigan.

What Astrid is looking at is a staple-bound little booklet. A pamphlet would actually be a better description, because the former gives him a bit too much credit. It's made out of printed-out white paper (that he stole from the teacher's lounge printer) folded in half, resembling a child's book report at school—but he promises he worked harder on it than it looks.

The cover of the booklet reads, in serif font: LIKE A STAR. And underneath those words are a smaller set of words that reads: POEMS BY JAMIE THOMPSON.

Once he musters up the courage, he walks towards Astrid, his hands in his pockets. Committing to the bit. "Yeah, that, uh... must've fallen outta my bag or something. But. It's a gift I've been working on, for you." Inside it are a small handful of poems dedicated to them. "I had plans to show it to you over dinner or something, but you can read it now, if you want." A small smile creeps up on the corner of his face. That initial nervousness is blossoming ever so slightly into excitement; he'd been working on the booklet forever and now, despite it all being an accident, they finally get to read it.

[thereallucifer666]

As Chloe swung herself to lay overtop of him, Lucifer adjusted his grip accordingly. The comforting weight of her on top of him reminded him of a pamphlet he once read in Linda's office about deep pressure therapy. He had scoffed at it before, but now he was beginning to see how it might actually be rather nice.

"Well, much as I like the cheesy Street Fighter movie, it was originally a series of video games. Mortal Kombat without all the gory fatalities," Lucifer said with a smile. He'd once played a classic arcade version in the home of one of his many conquest and had found it strangely addicting.

Hearing her mention her movie, he snorted a bit and said, "Yes, first saw it over six year ago, right after I came into the city. Of course, I had to pause it because Amenadiel ruined all my fun, as he usually did. Had to go on this great big scavenger hunt for his silly necklace. But, bright side, it led me to the bar that would eventually become LUX."

"Oh, only a few? I'll have to find some way to remedy that, now won't I?" Lucifer continued to tease. Though he had to admit, quietly to himself, the idea that she dreamed about them together thrilled him more than he'd ever let on.

Lucifer believed her, even if he had trouble seeing it himself. Eons of self-loathing did that to a person. However, he truly did know she was being honest with him. And just the idea of even one person thinking he deserved better...It gave him a feeling he couldn't quite describe.

"Now that would be a sight," Lucifer said with a smile. "Papa Decker and God going at it, all fisticuffs. Street Fighter style. Though, forgive me for saying so, but I don't think either of them could pull off Chun-Li."