#currently bumpin'

[mishapen-moth]

on the record i am the one writing this au and i WILL be really annoying about it (it’s been a week and a half and my google docs are already suffering the consequences)

plssss elaborate on the teen parents cherry cola thing i love them sm i like Need to hear about this.

welllll me and @mishapen-moth have joint custody over this au but imagine a universe where sandy’s baby IS actually sodas and. very long story short he gets full custody of her & raises her as a single parent till he reconnects with cherry a few years in the future and cherry clicks w soda AND w his toddler and it’s justtttt very cute sweet vibes 💕💕💞💘

[gamergirl929]

Bumpin' And Grindin' (Ashley Sanchez x Reader)

You knew your teammates had something planned for your 25th birthday, and that something lead to you being blindfolded and tied to a chair, but who dropped down into your lap was someone you didn't expect, and that someone was Ashley Sanchez.

What happened next was something you didn't count on, the mid-fielder becoming aware of the appendage between your legs, something you'd done literally anything and everything to hide.

Now that your secret was out, how would that change the relationship between the two of you?

Disclaimer: This fic contains smut, specifically g!p smut, feel free to skip it if it's not your thing, anyway, I hope you enjoy, let me know what you think! ❤️❤️❤️

You knew your teammates had something planned, it was your 25th birthday after all, and according to them, it was a big deal.  

And apparently, the plan led you to being sat in a chair in the middle of the room, blindfolded with your hands tied behind your back.  

“Seriously guys, what are you doing?” You ask as you attempt to move, quickly realizing you were trapped considering your hands were tied behind the chair.  

Why you’d agreed to allow your teammates to do this, you didn’t know.  

“Come on.” You grunt, jerking against your restraints.  

“Seriously what’s-- 

You fall silent as a sensual beat fills the room, the women around you beginning to cheer.  

“What’s going on?” You growl, your eyes widening behind your blindfold when you hear someone coming your way.  

“Just lean back and relax." You hear Emily Sonnett snicker and your brows furrow.  

A second later your breath catches in your throat when your waist is straddled, your hands clenching into fists as whoever it is grinds down into your lap.  

The women around you cheer as the person, a woman you suspect, rolls her hips before moving to her feet, the woman rubbing her ass against the front of your pants.  

“Goddamn it.” You sigh, your hips arching slightly, thankfully unseen by those around you.  

They drop back down into your lap, a soft moan leaving your lips, the hips of the person in your lap stuttering momentarily.  

It’s only after that stutter that you realize you’re growing hard, the woman’s core grinding down against the protrusion in your pants.  

She swivels her hips, and you whimper, the owner of those hips' breath hitching.  

You grimace when the blindfold is removed, revealing a pair of brown orbs belonging to Ashley Sanchez, her lips parted as she breathes heavily.  

“Hey! You’re supposed to keep that on!” Trinity chastises her friend, completely unaware of what’s currently going on between the two of you, your member resting against the woman’s core.  

Her cheeks flush as she shifts, your breath hitching when she brushes against your hard cock.  

“I-I-I don’t feel so good.” You stammer, leaping to your feet when Ashley is out of your lap and you've jerked your hands free.

You glance over your shoulder at the blonde who’s staring at the appendage between your legs, the woman, thankfully, being the only one who notices before you sprint away.  

“Jesus, I didn’t think your dancing was THAT bad.” Trinity snorts as she slips an arm around Ashley, the woman staring at the door you’d disappeared behind.  

"What was that about?” Kelley asks, turning to the former Washington Spirit player who shakes her head.  

“I don’t know.”  

In reality, she DID know, it was because there was something between your legs that she hadn’t expected to feel, and something you must’ve been hoping she didn't feel either.

************************************************************************You weren’t sure how long you ran, but eventually, your hotel room door is slamming shut behind you, your heart racing.  

She wasn't supposed to find out, no one was, but now here you were, your biggest secret revealed to the one woman you’d rather not know it.  

You hadn’t been with the USWNT long, which meant you in no way trusted anyone with the fact that you were intersex, several of your teammates from the NWSL knew, but no one on the USWNT knew and you had hoped to keep it that way.  

Unfortunately for you, that was no longer the case, because Ashley Sanchez knew.  

You bury your face in your hands, hoping that the blonde hadn’t decided to tell those around her about what she felt when she was straddling you.  

You can feel tears slipping down your cheeks as every worst-case scenario runs through your mind.  

What if you were kicked off the team?  

What if Ashley told someone?  

What if the media found out?��

You were trembling, outlandish scenarios playing in your mind until a sudden knock pulls you out of your thoughts, your feet moving of their own accord, carrying you towards the door before you tug it open.  

You knew opening the door without looking at who it was, was a mistake, especially since Ashley Sanchez was standing before you, the woman’s brown orbs locking with your Y/E/C’s.  

“Can I come in?” She asks, her voice barely above a whisper, the nervousness in it making you pause.  

You shuffle from foot to foot for a moment before stepping to the side and waving her in, the woman slowly shuffling inside.  

You swallow hard, your back turned towards the woman as you look through the open door, tempted to sprint from the room and disappear into the night.  

You knew you couldn’t do that, not to your team, and not to the woman sitting on the bed behind you, so with much reluctance, you push the door shut and turn towards her.  

Her brown orbs are downcast, staring at her intertwined fingers as she wiggles in her place at the end of the bed.  

“H-Hey.” You stutter, slipping your hands into your pockets, unwilling to look her in the eye.  

She clears her throat, which leads you to picking up your gaze the woman patting the bed beside her.  

Reluctantly, you make your way towards her, staring down at your feet for a moment before you decide to sit down.  

You continue staring downwards, your gaze locked on your feet as the bed shifts beside you.  

Your breath hitches when a tan hand settles on top of yours, which are intertwined and resting in your lap.  

She gives your hands a squeeze.  

“It doesn’t change anything.” She whispers and your throat bobs as you turn towards her, tears in your Y/E/C orbs.  

“It changes EVERYTHING Ash!” You sniffle, pulling your hand away from hers as you move to your feet.  

“No, it doesn’t Y/N.” She says as she too moves to her feet, the blonde approaching you, your back to her as you rest your forehead against the wall.  

“It doesn’t change anything between us, I still feel the same way I did about you before I found out.” She says, her hand resting on your upper back.  

“You and I both know you’ll never be able to look at me the same way again.” You sniffle, tears slipping down your cheeks.  

“I’ll look at you the same way as I've always looked at you.” She whispers, grabbing your wrist and turning you around until your Y/E/C orbs meet hers.  

Your breath hitches in your throat when she cups your cheeks, pushing herself up on her tiptoes so her forehead can rest against your own.  

“Nothing could ever stop me from looking at you the same way I always have.” She whispers, caressing your tanned skin, your eyes fluttering shut.  

A tear streams down your cheek but it doesn’t go far before it’s swiped away by the mid-fielder's thumb. 

You shake your head, attempting to steady your breathing. 

“What if everyone finds out...?” You ask, the blonde shaking her head.  

“They won’t, and if they do, it’ll be when you’re ready.” She smiles softly and you swallow hard.  

Silence envelopes the two of you before you find your voice.  

“What did you mean?” You ask, nervously, the woman’s brown orbs widening.  

“About what?” She asks, her voice soft, barely intelligible. 

“How is it that you look at me...?” You ask, your watery Y/E/C orbs darting from her lips to her brown orbs and back.  

She takes a deep breath, the woman’s eyes fluttering shut before she leans in, your eyes nearly bulging from your skull when her lips meet yours.  

You stay stock still, your lips unmoving as her lips move against yours, the blonde pulling back abruptly.  

“I’m so sorry, I thought...”  

She gasps softly when you lean in, your lips meeting hers again, though this time, you’re kissing back.  

She sighs into the kiss, her fingers tangling in your hair as your lips meet again and again.  

It doesn’t take long for the kisses to grow heated, your tongue slithering into the mid-fielder's open mouth, the blonde moaning.  

You knew you were getting hard, but you didn’t care, the woman’s kisses intoxicating.  

Her breath hitches when you lift her into the air and pin her against a nearby wall, her legs wrapping around your middle.  

Ashley’s hands slide up the back of your shirt, her fingers prodding into your back as you kiss hungrily.  

She lets out a squeak when you carry her to the bed before placing her gently on its surface and climbing on top of her, reconnecting your lips.  

You kiss wildly, moaning into each other's mouths as your tongues tangle, teasing each other.  

You stiffen when Ashley’s hips roll, brushing the erect member between your legs, a groan crawling up your throat.  

You roll off the blonde in embarrassment, shuffling backwards putting distance between yourself and the woman.  

“I-I’m sorry...” You stutter, unable to look at the mid-fielder who slowly shakes her head, crawling up the bed towards you.  

“You have nothing to be sorry about.”  She smiles, your eyes widening as she starts to shift.  

“Ash...?” You watch as the woman slips behind you, her back meeting the headboard before she pulls you back between her spread legs.  

“It’s a part of you, Y/N...” She whispers in your ear, gently kissing your jawline.  

"And I really, REALLY care about you.” She says her throat bobbing as she eyes you hungrily.  

“Every single part of you.” She says softly, kissing your jawline, smiling against the curve of your jaw when you lean back into her.  

Ashley licks her lips, her heart hammering in her chest as she gathers the courage to make the next move. 

“Including this.” She says, your brows knitting in confusion, that is until her hand settles on the front of your pants, covering your hard member.  

“Ash....?” You sigh, whimpering when the woman’s hand shifts, rubbing you gently.  

“Y-You don’t have to.” You say, moaning when she puts a bit more pressure behind her touch.  

“I’m the reason you’re hard.” She whispers in your ear, giving your ear lobe a gentle nip.  

“Now let me take care of you.” She purrs, your Y/E/C orbs watching intently as she palms you through your pants.  

She gauges your reaction as her hand starts moving, rubbing the hard appendage between your legs.  

You whimper, the sound making Ashley moan in response, a sound that makes you whine.  

“Fuck.” You say as her strokes increase in speed, your heels digging into the bed as your hips arch upward.  

“Like that?” Ashley asks and you groan, your brows furrowed, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth.  

“Just like that.” You groan, Ashley’s breath hitching when you grasp her thigh.  

The base of your cock begins to pulse, a telltale sign to you that you were already close.  

“Mmmm.” You whine, Ashley kissing your neck as you begin to shiver.  

“Are you going to come?” She asks and you nod rapidly, the blonde watching as you stiffen, a groan tearing its way up your throat as you shudder.  

Ashley watches as the front of the sweats you were wearing darken, your release filling your bottoms as she continues to rub you, aiding you through your orgasm.  

“F-F-Fuck.” You croak, twitching as you come down from your high.  

Ashley hums, kissing your neck over and over again as you pant heavily, a satisfied smirk stretching across your face.  

“God.” You say, turning in Ashley’s hold before your lips tenderly meet hers.  

Her arms hanging loosely around your neck as you kiss languidly, the blonde smiling against your lips.  

Eventually, you reluctantly part, your forehead resting against hers.  

“I-I just wanted you to know...” You start, swallowing hard.  

“I REALLY, really care about you too.” You confess, the woman smiling as she surges in, gently kissing your lips.  

“Does that mean I get to touch you more often?” She whispers and you chuckle, the woman hugging you to her chest.  

“Ye-Yeah, it does, as long as you want to.” You say and she giggles.  

“Oh, trust me, I want to.” She says and you hum, kissing her lips again. 

“D-Do I get to touch you...?” You ask and she smiles.  

“Yeah, but tonight was about you.” She says, kissing your forehead, your cheeks flushing.  

“Are you sure?” You ask, the blonde nodding, nonetheless, she whines when you roll out of bed.  

“Hey, one of us has come in their pants, and it’s not you.” You jest, wandering to the bathroom before coming back a few minutes later in a crisp pair of boxers and clean pajama pants. 

You immediately take your place back between Ashley’s legs, the woman hugging you to her chest, your face buried in the crook of her neck.  

The room falls silent for a moment before Ashley giggles. 

“I’m really glad our idiot friends talked me into giving you a lap dance.” She confesses and you chuckle, your words slurring as you whisper.  

“Me too.” You hum, snuggling closer.  

It isn’t long after that, that Ashley realizes you’re asleep, the woman smiling as she turns her head, kissing your forehead.  

She simply watches you sleep for a moment, her heart skipping a beat when she realizes the feelings she had for you were returned.  

She leans back in, kissing your forehead again, smiling lovingly as you smile in your sleep.  

“Happy Birthday, Y/N.” She slurs softly before she too falls asleep, for once, thankful for her teammate's ridiculous and crazy antics, antics that eventually led you to where you were now, a year older and the arms of the girl you were hopelessly in love with wrapped around you.

[aspiringtrashpanda]

Not @shootingstarrfish and I trying to come up with some sort of timeline for when Solomon first meets Diavolo like "It was before the fall, and the fall would be roughly around 1700 BCE as that's what Google refers to as "biblical times" and we know humans already existed because of the Lilith of it all, so it wasn't before the creation of Adam and Eve. We can assume Sol is going to be where it's bumpin', so if we look at Babylon in 1800-1700 BCE, we can get an idea of his outfit and what's going on in the world." ...And then we remember that this a fictional game about romancing immortal beings. Find the prompt list HERE.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

DAY 31 Prompt: Diavolo 1.5k Solomon first meets the future King of the Devildom FEATURING ART BY @shootingstarrfish

Solomon took a deep breath, gazing up at the spectacle that was the Demon King’s castle. The marble steps were particularly elegant, a unique crimson color that Solomon assumed to be native to the Devildom. The Fountain of Knowledge promised an increased use of marble to demonstrate wealth and power, but he knew it would be a number of years before Egypt began to utilize the material in places of worship.  

Solomon himself had planted the seed in Thebes, but his current home of Babylon relied primarily on brickl. Even the most impressive temples paled in comparison to the castle looming before him, three stories high and surrounded by deep green flora. Where the Babylonians compensated for detail with size, the demons contracted to erect the King’s abode had outdid themselves with the careful carvings on every visible surface, the elbarotate veins of gold inlaid on the columns and arches. 

Despite the cool midnight breeze of the Devildom, a welcome relief from the scorching sun of the Mediterranean, Solomon felt his skin burn hot on the back of his hands, at the nape of his neck. Anticipation gnawed at his ankles, rendered his knuckles stiff and tight. 

Did he knock? Did he summon Barbatos and…

The lacquered wooden door swung open, the Demon Prince’s newly appointed steward waiting in the doorway. Solomon offered him a cheery smile. Barbatos simply spun on his heel and marched into the building without a word, leaving Solomon to assume that his presence was welcome before the young lord. 

His steps clapping through the ornate hall, all obsidian pillars leading to what had to be some sort of gathering chamber, Solomon rehearsed his greeting to the esteemed Demon Prince. The nerves that pricked his veins were uncommon, Solomon long-versed in meeting with various beings of note, reputation and power. He had shared demonus with the Demon King, had helped slay vampires on the shores of Mesopotamia, had walked through Cocytus to return to the human world. He was the guardian of the Fountain of Knowledge, the Witty Sorcerer! 

And yet, his kneecaps rattled the closer he got to facing the demon who had–someway, somehow–convinced Barbatos to pledge his allegiance. Such a feat spoke of a powerful authority the likes Solomon wasn’t sure he had ever experienced. 

The door at the end of the hall had been left ajar. The sliver of firelight seeping from the room beyond, casting dancing lights upon the ground, was the only invite Solomon supposed he was going to get from Barbatos. Why his old friend was so upset with him, he wasn’t sure, but he figured it would pass eventually. 

Sure enough, he found Barbatos inside the large chamber, steeping tea by a roaring fireplace. A fresh loaf of his signature bread sat on a stone slab by two horns of demonus, and Solomon’s stomach gurgled in anticipation. He was hungrier than he thought, for the noise received a rather judgemental glare from the new Royal Butler. 

Partially in an attempt to avoid the passive ire, Solomon glanced past Barbatos’s busy hands, his attention drawn towards the two large chairs in the center of the room. Ah, he had been correct to assume that he was being summoned to the throne room. 

“Welcome, Solomon.” A large figure stood upon the dias, muscular arms outstretched as if to remind Solomon that he was impeding on the demons’ territory, that this room belonged to the young lord. If it was meant to be a threat, it was extremely successful, for the strength and power emanating from the demon before him was unrefined and wild. Dangerous, even. 

Fangs glinting in the firelight, Diavolo smirked, “Or should I call you The Witty Sorcerer?” 

Solomon wasn’t sure he had ever felt so small. Squaring his shoulders as subtly as possible, Solomon met the Prince of the Devildom’s piercing gold stare. Never once breaking eye contact, he bowed, insisting, “There is no need for formalities. It is an honor to be in your presence, Prince Diavolo. Barbatos has spoken–”

“I was under the impression that he hasn’t spoken to you recently at all,” Diavolo cut him off, his eyebrow lifted towards his hair, as bold as blood oozing around heavy horns decorated in gold. 

“Ah, well…” Solomon cleared his throat, the tremble of his fingers threatening to disrupt his confident facade. “It is true that our relationship has been strained as of late.”

He could hear the slither of Barbatos’s tail lashing from the other side of the room. 

“Indeed,” Diavolo cocked his head, and tapped long, black nails on the bare skin of his bicep as he crossed his arms over his chest. His aura demanded respect, exuding a heavy anticipation that had Solomon on the tips of his toes. The demon prince stepped from the dias, his size even more intimidating in close proximity. “Tell me, Solomon. I require the truth. Please, answer me this…”

“Is it true that you built a wooden boat and filled it with two of each animal?”

Just like that, the demon before him lit up like a child gifted a new toy. Clutching his hands to his chest, Diavolo looked at Solomon with stars in his eyes, gold depths glittering like the sun reflected on the sea. He rocked back and forth from his heels to the balls of his feet, any sort of composed image that he had been trying to maintain shattered by the excessive enthusiasm pulling at his lips. “One male, and one female, right? To survive the Great Flood!”

Solomon blinked, glanced at Barbatos for any sort of guidance. All he received in response was a squinted glare, adding further pressure to the situation. 

He settled for grimacing, “That was said to be Ziusudra.”

“Though, the grapevine refers to a man with silver hair,” Diavolo winked.

Solomon’s brain was lagging, struggling to comprehend that the oh, so scary future king of the demons just winked at him. It was quite the contrast to Diavolo’s mouth, which moved a mile a minute, launching question after question towards his guest. At some point, he had marched over to the table by the fire, had plopped down on a stool and beckoned for Solomon to join him in between inquiries on the available materials for such a large boat, to the best way to clean up after living with so many creatures.

Dazed, Solomon took a seat, chancing a glance at Barbatos. The butler’s face was stonier than the very slab at which they sat. 

Next thing he knew, a horn of demonus was thrust into Solomon’s hand, Diavolo beaming at him with such sincerity, it managed to snuff out any lingering fear. “So, which animals were the hardest to wrangle? Do you have dragons? I would imagine they’d put up quite the fight.”

“Ah, no, we don’t have dragons,” Solomon frowned, though the way Diavolo deflated had him adding, “But the hippopotamuses were surprisingly violent. I nearly lost my arm to that old girl.” 

“Oh?” The prince’s enthusiasm returned tenfold, “Is it that easy for a human to lose an arm?”

For the next hour, Solomon sipped at his demonus, savoring the taste in between bites of fresh bread and answers to Diavolo’s endless barrage of questions. The initial threat that Solomon had felt upon entering the room melted into an easy atmosphere of laughter and genuine curiosity. There was something about the way that Diavolo yearned to understand humans that spoke to Solomon. It humanized the demon in a way that he hadn’t expected, the deep loneliness that shined through the desperation to connect a feeling that Solomon knew far too well. 

By the time their meeting had come to a close, Solomon’s confidence had found itself once more. He was sure he had made a powerful ally that he could work with to ensure future protection of the human world.  

“Do you have any questions for me?” Diavolo lowered his horn of demonus, golden eyes peering curiously into Solomon’s soul. Perhaps there was the briefest flash of guilt across his face, though Solomon felt it unwarranted. “Surely there must be knowledge of the Devildom not yet privy to you through the Fountain of Knowledge.”

And Solomon was certain there was, though it pained him to admit that the young prince could not give him what he sought. Quick on his feet, he thought up an alternative. “Hmmm, perhaps not the question you seek, but a question nonetheless.”

He brandished a scroll from thin air, summoned with magic from his home in Babylon. The long roll of papyrus nearly nudged his feet, the list plenty long and only growing. With a grin, Solomon pointed to Diavolo’s name, shining in bolded ink towards the top. “Could I interest you in a pact?” 

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

I think it's safe to assume that the Demon Lord's castle has had facelifts throughout the years. Also did you know the first version of the Great Flood is actually in the Sumerian Eridu Genesis?

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HUGE THANKS TO @shootingstarrfish FOR THE ART FOR THIS <3 <3 <3

[intoanotherworld23]

Pedro Pascal

Updated 10/26/24

One shots:

Worth The Risk: You have to try and stay quiet for Joel even when your life is on the line

Supposed To Be Like This : The only rule was to never catch any feelings for one another, but both of you break that rule

Blissful Therapy Session : This is a session with your therapist that you will never forget

The Best Lesson : Javier Pena is your teacher and you quickly become his favorite student

Let’s Go For A Ride : Javier loves the way you look in your dress, and his car is the perfect place to show you just how much

Fighting Fire With Fire : Wanting to give them a taste of their own medicine you have the bright idea to ignore Javier and Steve all day, but it ends with you getting punished

Stairway To Heaven : There’s a reason stairs are better for you, and Javier proves exactly why

Having Dessert First : Ellie comes knocking on the door, but Joel currently has you on top of a desk, and he doesn’t plan on stopping

Magic Cock Ride : Stumbling across an abandoned car you and Joel decide to have a little fun in it

Wrapped Around My Throat : Joel wants to try some new things in the bedroom with you, and he unlocks the wild animal tearing at the cage

Better Things To Do : Joel was supposed to go hunting with Tommy that day, but he found something much better to do instead

It’s About Time : With a little push from Ellie in the hot summer day, Joel finally decides to go after what he wants

Working Me Over : All work and no play makes Joel a very dull boy, and does he really want to play with you in his office

Things We’ve Missed : There’s a lot of things you and Joel miss the taste of, and something Joel misses the taste of is between your legs

Proving Them Wrong : Javier is told something that really upsets him, and so he decides to prove this person wrong by using their desk with you on top of it

At His Mercy : Joel decides to teach you a hard lesson when he overhears a conversation between you and his brother

Favorite Movie : Joel Millers away and you find your favorite movie to watch

Glad I Came : Reluctantly you decide to go to this party you are invited to where you meet the infamous Joel Miller, and the two of you hit things off really well, and he ends up taking you back to his place

Dirty Little Secret : Joel Miller owns his own company and is your boss and you’re his personal assistant. He’s the most incredibly handsome man you’ve ever met but unfortunately he’s married. Then one night he unexpectedly comes knocking on your door

Play Time For Us : Joel wants to spice things up and try something new with you in the bedroom, and the two of you have an opportunity to play around

Ridin Dirty : Joel had decided to take you for the ride of your life, but the only thing is the two of you don’t even leave the parking lot

Tied Up At The Moment : Joel has got you all tied up at the moment, and he’s got you right where he wants you

If The Closets Bumpin : Joel thought it would be a good idea to sneak you off into a closet at some boutique

Guard My Body : Joel is hired by your father to be your personal body guard, and he plans on doing more than just guarding your body

Hungry Hungry Joel : Joel is incredibly hungry and the only thing he wants to devour is you, and you look absolutely delicious

Do Not Disturb : Joel can’t keep his hands off of you even in a dressing room, and doesn’t like to be disturbed

Good And Bad : You just want to be a good girl for Joel, but you can’t help but wanting to be bad at the same time

Caught And Taught : Joel catches you touching yourself while watching porn, and he decides that he’ll play along too

Peaches And Cream : Joel loves the taste of you, and you love being his favorite dessert

Wanna Feel The Heat : your fathers always told you if you play with fire you’ll get burned, and with Joel you didn’t listen

Slow And Steady Wins : Joel loves to take his time and enjoy all of you until you’re begging for more

Worth A Thousand Words : you want to see what Joel’s point of view looks like, and he takes some pictures for you

Running With The Devil : you never thought you’d ever spend a night with the king of hell himself

Hold Me Down : Joel has got you in his favorite place, cuffed to his bed

Light My Skin On Fire : you absolutely loved when Joel would put his hands on you

In The Middle : Javier decides to let Steve join in

All Fogged Up : Joel hates being the jealous type, but he sure does love the fun part that comes after it

What We Both Wanted : Joel has had his eyes on you long before he even filed for divorce from his wife, and when the opportunity comes he isn’t holding back anymore

Got A Dirty Mouth : Joel has been testing out the sturdiness of his desk with you laid across it

Lust In The Night : You pay for an escort by the name of Joel for the night, and it was definitely worth every cent

Minor Interruptions : Joel always tries to make time for his favorite girl, even if he is running his own mafia

Series:

Deep Water : Drowning your sorrows in another bar since the mysterious murder of your family, your luck seems to run out that night when you witness a horrific murder done by the most ruthless mob in the city known as The Frontiers

The Escort : Pedro Pascal is one of the worlds most famous actors, and he’s going on tour to promote his new movie, but he’s got a bit of a bad boy reputation, and to make sure he stays out of trouble that’s when you are hired

His Behind The Camera : It’s a life that you never thought you’d have, but you’re desperate and you need the money. That’s how you get into the adult film industry, and your first movie is with the devastatingly handsome Joel Miller

[w2soneshots]

Ready -W2S

words: 0.9k+

warnings: pregnancy.

summary: you and Harry prepare for your baby to arrive.

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faithlouisak: weekly dump🤗 @y/username @behzingagram

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user24969101: ethan😭😭

I unexpectedly found out that I was pregnant 6 months ago. I told Harry the night I found out, just after he'd been at a long sidemen shoot. He was shocked and we were both scared but also excited, and there was absolutely no question if we were or weren't going to keep it. Me and Harry have been together for just under 3 years, and had spoken about kids but it wasn't something we were thinking about now. Harry's so busy with videos, meetings etc. I'm very busy with my socials, I lost out on a PLT collab because I was pregnant. I went to the first scan with Faith because Harry couldn't miss a sidemen shoot. We found out that we were having a girl privately in our home then told everyone separately when we saw them.

It's been difficult so far but lately I've been feeling much better about it all. Harry has been trying to spend as much time with me as he possibly can and always profusely apologises when he can't be there for me, bless him. Faith has been a major help, I've also learned a lot about babies since I spend so much time with Olive. All of the boys have been sweet to. When we told them, Harry brought me along to a more sidemen shoot. As we were sitting on the couch Harry suddenly blurted out "by the way I'm gonna need a little time off soon." The boys were confused "what why?" Ethan asked. "Just to look after the baby." Harry said calmly. I tried desperately to hold in my smile. "Baby... what do you- OH MY GOD!" JJ jumped up with excitement. I smiled "surprise!" They all immediately began congratulating us.

Today it's Harry's day off and we're going shopping for the baby's nursery. We haven't had much spare time to buy anything. But one night, after he'd been out all day, Harry came home with a little white polar bear sleep suit along with some matching booties. My hormones were clearly all over the place because I ended up in tears because of how cute it was. I got up and ready, made some breakfast then woke Harry up. "Haz, wake up!" I said shaking him softly. He yawned "morning." he said with the morning voice I love so much. He got up, we had breakfast, he got dressed, then we left. We got a taxi into central London, payed and thanked the driver then headed straight into the first baby store I spotted.

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A few hours later after we'd had lunch and spent an unholy amount of money it was time to go home. We got a cab back to our house and Harry carried in all of the bags up through the the door and placed them in the (currently empty) nursery. That night we ordered a crib, dresser/changing table and a few other things we needed for the nursery, clearly buying things for the baby kick-started my brain into realising how un prepared we were.

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The next day most of the things arrived, most importantly the crib and dresser. Harry had to be at a sidemen meeting so I decided to begin building some of the little, less heavy things. Later I heard the front door open and padded footsteps toward the nursery. "Hey." I said softly with a smile and tried to stand from my cross legged position. Harry practically launched forward to help me up. I laughed "thank you." and made a face. He furrowed his brows "what?" He asked with a slight smirk. "You're just really cute." I said and pecked him on the lips.

We ordered some dinner and after we ate we got straight back to working on the nursery. And thankfully I now had Harry to move all of the heavy things around. "No, the other way!" I said pointing from the instructions then back to the half built crib. "Ah, there we go!" he said as it clicked into place. Soon the entire crib was built, along with the dresser and everything else. It was pretty much done, just needed some decorations.

We stood by the door and admired the room. A tear slid down my cheek. "Are you ok?" Harry asked with slight panic in his voice. I looked at him "fine, I just- I was terrified when I first found out we were gonna have a baby, that would be my responsibility to keep alive and healthy. But now I- I feel ready to be a mum." I said with a sniffle. He smiled and pulled me into a soft hug. "You're gonna be an incredible mum." he said into my hair. I pulled back and smiled "and you'll be an amazing dad." I said. He placed a hand on my bump "I love you both so much." he said as his eyes flickered down to my belly. "We love you too."

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Hello's I was wondering if I could request something. I was curious if you could do an overblot reader based on this song. (https://youtu.be/zEGbIpD6wNo), with the housewardens If you can I would be so grateful. If not that is okay, I understand. Just thought it would be cool. Thank you

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Content Warning(s): angst hehe, not really spoilers, but I mention every single overblot from in the game(in JP, not EN)

Character(s): GN!Reader, most of the TWST cast(too lazy to type out everyone's name)

Authors Notes: this song is so angsty i love it HAHAHHA, apologies for the long wait. Characters may be ooc because it's been a while. Also some parts may not make sense. Interactions can be seen as platonic or romantic.

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The Nowhere King

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It's dark.

You can feel a coldness against your skin, seeping into your bones.

The voices are muffled, where are you? You're sinking, deeper and deeper into a seemingly bottomless lake, the darkness surrounding you. A voice urges you to close your eyes, whispering for you to close your eyes and to give into the endless void closing in around you. And somehow you don't feel like resisting. You succumb, curling into yourself, feeling the tender embrace of your murky surroundings.

Unbeknownst to you, a battle rages outside of the safe haven of the cocoon you wrapped yourself in.

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"Dammit...no one told me they would be this strong," Leona grits his teeth as he stares up at your imposing form. Behind your current overblotted form looms a large imposing inky figure. An entity stitched together, its face covered with the distinct head of glass with leaking ink seen in all overblot forms, complemented with two large, round ears atop its head. Its white ink-stained gloves slam into the floor sending dust and pieces of the ground flying into the air. Everyone stands before you, worn out from how long the fight has dragged out.

Azul staggers to his feet, wincing slightly as he pushes up his glasses, his eyes narrowing as he stares at your form. "They've lost all sense of rationality. It appears as though our words at this point will be futile." Kalim's eyes go wide at Azul's words, panic settling into his gaze. "What do we do? We're never going to get them back." He whimpered.

From where he's stationed, Riddle peeks out from behind the fallen rubble he used as a shelter, he quickly shoots off a blast of fire in your direction. The blast does little to damage you but merely aggravates you more as the entity behind you swings its hands with reckless abandon scattering more debris everywhere. "Then we just need to blast some sense into them! Just like they did for us..." he stares around at his fellow housewardens. Behind the 7 housewardens, it's chaos. Ace, Deuce, and Grim can be seen running in your general vicinity distracting you as the housewardens formulate a plan to bring you back to your senses. Jack in wolf form charges at you with Epel atop his back, screaming obscenities that would send Vil into a coma, but he can't seem to bring himself to care at the moment

Amidst the screaming and yelling behind them, Idia shakily clears his throat catching everyone's attention. He shrinks away as 6 pairs of eyes focus in on him. "..H-how did none of us realize that they would end up like this? After all, we've all undergone this...a-and did no one notice that the Prefect was a bit off in the past few days?" Vil scoffs, shaking his head, "If you noticed, why didn't you say anything?" Idia moves to rebuke Vil but Malleus cuts in before he can say anything.

"That's enough Shroud, Schoenheit. Do you really think the Child of Man would like to see us bickering over them like this? As we all know, they are not the best at expressing themself." With his words, everyone falls silent. "So the best thing that we can do is to be for them, as they were there for us in our most dire time of need. All in favor?"

Leona huffs, pushing Malleus aside, his shoulder bumping against Malleus's as he gets up from where he was standing. "No need to tell me what to do lizard," he sneers, holding up his staff, watching you swipe repeatedly at the first and second years waging battle against you. "And it looks like to me that the herbivores out there are starting to get worn out, while we sit here all nice and pretty," he pauses, his gaze becoming unreadable, "As much as I hate the idea of working alongside Malleus, I can't help but agree with the fact that they were there for all of us, and I don't like someone being able to hold something against me...so what say you that we go out there and bring them back to their senses?" he grins, leaping down from atop the rubble and running out.

Vil sighs, before dusting himself off and standing tall, a smirk on his face, "I can't let Leona take all of the glory so it looks like I'll have to join myself." As he follows suit, the other housewardens also get to their feet, charging at you to assist their underclassmen.

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Hush now, hide, all you little ones Rush now, into the middle of nowhere Singing and laughter will die

You find yourself drowning, struggling to make sense of your surroundings. You feel an overwhelming sense of grief, coupled with anger. Anger at Crowley for being useless and deflecting as always when questioned about a way for you to get back home. Anger at being forced into situations that you had no control over. And most of all, anger at yourself for not being able to do anything and always feeling helpless. Never being able to fend for yourself and always having to depend on others to be able to take care of you.

It's happened time and time again, with Riddle's temper tantrum in the Heartslabyul rose maze. Leona's rampage in the Spelldrive stadium. Azul's meltdown over his contracts in the Octavinelle dorm. Jamil's outburst over winter break. Vil's spiral during the VDC competition. Idia's change of heart on the Island of Woe. Malleus forcing everyone into a slumber. It was all too much for you to bear.

Give in. The voice in your head whispers. Rest now, and let me take over.

Dreamless sleep, follows the Nowhere King When his kingdom comes, darkness is nigh

That's right, you're nobody. Insignificant. Useless. No place to truly call home, and no one to go home to. The darkness seeps in coaxing you to give in.

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Give in.

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Give in.

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GIVE IN.

For a brief moment, you open your eyes and visions flash before your eyes. Your friends in danger, everyone screaming and running. Is that...your doing?

You raise your hand to your head to alleviate the pounding headache racking your brain, but your horrified to see that your hands have morphed into ink stained ones, covered and dripping with black liquid. You feel nauseous and sick to your stomach, covering your mouth to resist the urge to hurl out your guts right then and there. You stumble as you shield your face from the blinding blasts of magic flung your way.

Quiet, crawl to the in-between Silent, secretive feeling Of fearsome hatred that reaches the skies

You've always kept your emotions to yourself haven't you?

As much as you hate to admit it, there's resentment that has always bubbled beneath the surface. You don't show it but you've always been envious of your friends who have somewhere or someone to go to whilst you're stuck with nothing, no one to rely on.

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Isn't that right?

Why was it you of all people?

It's not fair, isn't it....?

The mask you've so carefully crafted starts to slip and crumble to pieces. You fall to your knees, gasping for air. Inky tears stain your face as the ground bites into the palms of your hands.

You will bring joy to the Nowhere King When he sees the light leaving your eyes

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With one final combined magical blast, the entity behind you lets out a roar of pain before collapsing. It's delicate glass face cracks and shatters, more ink spilling out. As it falls, so to do you, your body crumpling lifelessly. Thankfully before you can hit the ground, Malleus swoops in beneath you, cushioning your fall with his arms. Gently, he cradles your face checking you for injuries before setting you down, his arms supporting your body.

"We...did it?" Azul murmurs in disbelief, his breathing ragged. Everyone else doesn't seem to be faring better than he is. It seems everyone has worn out themselves in the battle.

Everyone crowds around you, concern in their gazes. Before long, your eyes flutter open, and you let out a groan of pain, trying to sit up. "WAAHHHHHHHH Y/N!!" Grim sprints up to you, leaping into your lap, his face tearing up. Still out of it, you grunt, feeling his paws make impact with your stomach and you let out a sharp exhale of pain. It's funny. You think to yourself. Grim never uses your actual name. "You had me so worried don't ever do that again okay?" Grim sniffled rubbing his face into your shirt. "Ew Grim, you're getting snot all over me," you scold him lightly but your voice is soft as you press a hand to the top of his head.

"Take it easy, you're hurt." Vil murmurs, kneeling next to you and wiping your ink-stained face gently. His tone although laced with worry is uncharacteristically soft, his slender fingers feel cool. You inadvertently find yourself leaning into his touch, shutting your eyes.

"W-what happened?" you croak out, wincing a bit. Everything aches and hurts whenever you move.

"You...overblotted..." Jamil murmurs quietly. "You weren't acting like yourself and before long...." he gestured at you, indicating the state you were in.

You inhale a shaky breath, pushing yourself up so that you can face everyone better. You feel tears pricking at your eyes, threatening to spill out. "I'm sorry everyone...I didn't mean to cause so much trouble. I lost my cool...and it ended up with you all forced to use your magic against me and wear yourselves out. All because I couldn't control my emotions..."

No one speaks a word, letting you convey your thoughts. There's a brief moment before Grim walks up to you, gently pressing a paw to your leg to get your attention. You stare down at him, surprised by the serious look on his face.

"Henchman, no one is going to blame you for feeling emotions," he pauses. "You've already done so much for everyone, there's only so much stress you can take." Grim shrugs looking at everyone around you two. "I keep telling them that they're working too hard, but they always insist on seeing things through to the end." Everyone laughs a little at Grim's wording and you can't help but crack a slight smile at his words.

"Classic prefect shishishi," Ruggie smirks, his hands resting behind his neck. You shake your head, setting Grim down on the floor as you attempt to get up. Riddle takes notice of this, leaning down and offering you his shoulder for support. Gratefully, you take it, leaning heavily against him.

"Prefect," your name hangs in the air as you stare at Riddle curiously. "I can't promise that I can offer the best support to you, but I hope you know that if you ever need someone to talk to, I will be here to listen to you...even if I can't offer the best advice." Deuce comes up besides you, supporting your other shoulder, "Ace and I will be here too, you're not alone in this," he grins, allowing you to shift your weight against him.

You feel yourself start to tear up again, your head falling over, your shoulders shaking. "Thank you..everyone. Thank you for bringing me back."

"You were there when we were at our lowest. It's only fair that we return the favor."

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NHLPA launches a new program to help players prepare for life outside of hockey

i.e. dad yelling at u to get a real job bc ur etsy shop aint be bumpin forever

the kids are getting a high school guidance counsellor and co-op term! what colour is ur parachute nursey

no wonder sabres on the rise oko's media hits so beautifully eloquent. they got smartypants mini gm at the helm

i just find this so interesting and wonderful ...and like if a big hockey butt wants to come hit me up for improv classes i'm not complaining🫠 imma make a union actor (nate. realistic) two time emmy winner (sid. dream on u don't have that ass) outta u

full article under cut:

Early in his time in the NHL, Darnell Nurse says he did not notice a lot of players talking about what to do after hockey. Going into his ninth season, the chatter is now normal.

“People are curious as to what there is outside the game and what you can do to prepare yourself,” Nurse said.

Plenty of players have taken it upon themselves to prepare for the future, like Zdeno Chara getting his real estate license and others finishing college degrees or exploring business opportunities. The NHL Players’ Association on Thursday launched a program that gives its members the chance to do a personality analysis and delve into real estate, business or other avenues while still in the league.

The hope is to help them develop interests outside of hockey while playing and ease the transition to life afterward.

“It’s something that’s been missing a little bit,” veteran center Lars Eller told The Associated Press. “It’s kind of well known that one of the struggles for a professional athlete is the transition on to the next thing once he’s done with his professional career. And this platform helps you with that transition, and it’s something you can start even while you’re still playing so you can sort of hit the ground running once you’re done.”

New union boss Marty Walsh made helping former players one of his top priorities. His arrival in March coincided with a process two years in the making, after player feedback indicated the desire for more assistance outside of hockey.

The result is the NHLPA UNLMT program. Retired defenseman-turned-psychologist Jay Harrison is available to do an assessment, and players can get involved with companies ranging from Money Management International to The Second City comedy and improv theater and institutions like the University of Florida and Stanford’s graduate school of business.

Former goaltender Rob Zepp, who’s spearheading the program as the union’s director of strategic initiatives, said an extensive survey provided the building blocks for something that was designed to be 1-on-1 and customized for players to figure out what might interest them.

“What we’ve seen so far it really runs the gamut: anything from enhancing one’s personal brand to starting a podcast to taking these certificate-level courses in real estate, in entrepreneurship, in business, in leadership, communication skills, networking skills,” Zepp said. “We have players that are interested in or are currently pursuing commercial real estate avenues or farming ventures or construction.”

Eller, Nurse and Buffalo captain Kyle Okposo are among the players who have tried UNLMT so far. Okposo has already graduated from Stanford’s business leadership program, while Eller has spoken with Harrison and taken some of the courses offered.

“They’re not waiting until people’s careers are over,” said Nurse, who is still in his prime at 28. “It’s something that you can dip your feet into and grab a hold of while you’re still playing and giving you resources and opportunities to kind of figure out what you want to do.”

Zepp got a degree from the University of Waterloo and an MBA from the University of Liverpool the old-school way — tapes and textbooks sent by mail and tests taken in front of a proctor — while playing mostly in the minors and Europe before before 10 games with Philadelphia in 2014-15. He felt like having something to study made him a better goalie and understood there was plenty of idle time on the road.

Eller, who is a silent partner involved with helping start-up businesses, thinks the same way.

“We, as players, we have — not a lot of freedom once the season is starting — but we do have a lot of free time,” said Eller, who scored the Stanley Cup-winning goal for Washington in 2018 and is a pending free agent at 34. “It’s a huge positive if you have something else that you can take your mind off of hockey and do something productive with that time.”

Walsh got to know several Bruins alumni when he was mayor of Boston and has since talked to other former players and come away with a mandate to protect guys beyond their time on the ice.

“When they played, they gave it their all, and a lot of them didn’t really have anything after that,” Walsh said. “They didn’t make big contracts. They really didn’t have a strong pension system. A lot of them, even going back further than that, lost stuff. We can’t let that happen again.”

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currently straight up jorking it and bumpin' that at Glastonbury Festival, see y'all on Monday 💚💚💚

[koboldbot]

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bot works off ! commands

capitalization matters!

just a bot for fun, nothing serious

open to suggestions for more things the bot can do

bot needs permission to change usernames for !yoink, !gift,!sort, and !arrage. the "kobold bot" role has to be above the roles in server settings of anyone whose name you want to be able to be changed, even admins if they want theirs changed too. sadly it cannot edit the usernames of server owners :(

command list:

general just for fun commands

!help : links here

!goldstar (person) : requires you @ the person. gives them a gold star and increases a counter by 1 for how many gold stars they have!

!magicball (question) : will return an answer as if asking a magic 8 ball a question

if you @ the bot and include a "?" in the same message then the bot will reply to you! the responses are all different to the !magicball command but they are similar

!url : generates an (animal)(gender)(bodypart) tumblr url!

!santa : tells you whether you were naughty or nice this year and then assigns you a gift if you were nice

!scurrius : fight Scurrius, the Rat King!

!fish : go fishing!

!hunt : go hunting!

!bite (person) : bites someone, @'s them if you @ someone

!pet : sends a petting gif, you can put words after the command such as @'ing someone but the bot won't @ them

!love : he loves me / he loves me not

!password : generates a strong password

!yip (number) : yips the number of times

!dragon : kobold reaction

!owo : whats this

!skankin : you know when that brass be bumpin'

!time : tells the time

!start : starts a timer that runs in the background for every server

!end : ends the timer in the background for every server

idlegame commands

!idlegame (name) : sends your champion on an idle adventure!

!idlecheck : checks in on how champion is doing!

!idleleaders : shows how much money the richest and poorest champions have and how many adventures the most seasoned champion has been on!

!idlerename (name) : renames your champion!

!idledonate (person) (gold) : the (person) requires you @ the person whose champion you wish to give gold to. this does not work if you try to give more money than you have or negative money

pvp commands

!fight (person 1) (person 2) : puts two people into a fight pit and they repeatedly hit each other until one or both have 0 or less hp and then announces the winner or a tie

!yoink (person) : requires you @ the person. steals a character from their display name. can be used on the bot. requires the "kobold bot" role to be put above the roles of the people whose display names are being changed in the role manager. cannot be used on server owner sadly :(

!gift (person) : requires you @ the person. adds a random letter to their name. again can be used on the bot. also requires the "kobold bot" role to be above the roles and cannot be used on the owner :(

!arrange (person) : requires you @ the person. rearranges their username. can be done on the bot. also requires "kobold bot" role above the roles of the target and can't be used on the owner :(

!sort (person) : same requirements as yoink, gift, and arrange, but this time sorts the name from least to greatest

counting commands

!yaoi : adds to a counter consistent across all servers

!yuri : adds to a counter consistent across all servers

!celibacy : adds to a counter consistent across all servers

!edward : displays the current counter for the yaoi, yuri, and celibacy commands

!feed : feeds the bot

!unfeed: unfeeds the bot

!howfed : says how fed the bot is

random comands

!sexyman : links you a random sexyman from sexypedia

!wikipedia : links a random wikipedia article

!wikimedia : links a random file from wikimedia

!wikiquote : links a random page from wikiquote

!wiktionary : links a random entry from wiktionary

!osrswiki : links a random oldsschool runescape wiki article

!melvorwiki : links a random melvor idle wiki article

!randmtg : links a random magic: the gathering card from scryfall

!randfish : gives you a random fish, might give garbage

!randsnake : gives you a random snake, might give garbage

!randcolor : gives you a random color, might give garbage

!randlist : gives you a random list from wikipedia, might give garbage

info commands

!definition (word) : gives the definition of the given word, can be multiple words such as "dog days"

!more : once you get a word's definition, if there are more than 5 definitions of a word, it will give you the 6th-10th definitions of that word

!wiki (thing) : gives you the first paragraph of the summary of a wikipedia article, can be multiple word thing

number commands

!add (numbers) : adds numbers together

!roll (adv/dis/number dice) (number sides) (khnumber/klnumber/modifier) : rolls any number of dice with any number of sides with any +/- modifier. replace any part in red with any integer. if you do adv or dis instead of a number it rolls two dice, keeps higher or lower, kh keeps highest of a number of rolls, kl keeps lowest of any number of rolls. even if the modifier is 0, it must be put into the third slot. example

!roll2 (expression) : this roll command is meant if you're doing simple dice rolling with multiple kinds of dice without needing advantage or keeping. you enter expressions in the d format such as "1d4-2d6+3d10+2" where the number before the d is how many dice and the number after the d is how many sides and then you can have any number of types of dice added or subtracted and an ending modifier if you want for the total of the rolls

the bot will also occasionally add reactions when certain words are used.

feel free to send in asks for bugs you find or also ideas you have either for polishing the commands or funny things to add to the bot! have fun out there!

[kris-creations]

Finally! After so long, I finally finished my Fruits Basket cuts and changes analysis!!

Prepare yourselves, this one is a doozy. 😅

Here’s Part 1

Season 3 Ep 1: Chapter 98

• Tohru thinks of the people tied to her current thoughts, Kyo included.

Season 3 Ep 3: Chapter 102 & 103

• Manabe says something stupid.

• Yuki rejects someone and is sad.

• Scene of Makoto asking to meet Yuki.

• Yuki thinks he’s receiving karma & Machi attempts to comfort him.

Season 3 Ep 5: Chapter 111, 115, & 116

• Hiro mentioning the cat situation.

• Kyo panicking that everyone knows his feelings for Tohru.

• Kagura and Isuzu “hanging out”.

PART 2

PART 3

PART 4

PART 5

Cut Out in General

SEASON 1

SEASON 2

[lothcatthree]

Nine People You'd Like to Get to Know Better

@starwarjotta tagged me like a week and a half ago but i am a decrepit little rat that sees a notification and says "oh This Person thought of me? i love them and would die for them. i shall assemble my bannermen for them should they ever need it" and then i just........ immediately forget to do the thing. memory of a goldfish. i am so sorry

but THANK YOU for thinking of me <333

Last Song: dashboard by modest mouse. was bumpin this on the way to work with my red bull in hand at 6am

Favorite Color: sky blue and light purple :)

Currently Watching: been blowing through succession because i am 4 years late to the game. also perpetually rewatching either tcw or swr

Sweet / Savory / Spicy: savory. gimme all the salt >:D

Current Obsession: i may ..... or may not...... be a little obsessed with cal kestis right now. in a really cool and normal fun way. just don't look at my blog. or my ao3.

Last Thing You Googled: if it's fucking spelled jibes or gibes. it's gibes btw. who came up with that.

no pressure tags: ahhh great opportunity to tag my newer (ish) mutuals (apologies if you were already tagged)!!! tell me your deep dark secrets @raphaerolo @darth-grips @prettyboy-freakshow @holly-bearie @kcrabb88

@wolveria @vytels @lovey-dovey-and-sad @stealthetrees and anyone that's reading this and wants to play!! infodump on me

[asterkiss]

- Maybe

‘we both got kicked out of our rooms because our roommates are having sex so now we’re standing in the hallway avoiding each other’ AU Have a random and quickly written thing.

'What are you doing?'

Mabel raised her head from her position on the floor, currently seated in a cold dormitory hallway with her back against the wall and legs spread out across the floor. It wasn't like she was blocking the way or anything though - people could easily step over.

In her hands she had a ball of sparkly red yarn and two knitting needles. She smiled up at the stranger, holding up a partially finished sweater. 'Knitting! Also, hi!'

The young man frowned at her energetic response, no doubt wondering how she was so upbeat this late at night.

'Alright, but why in the middle of the corridor? And at midnight?'

'Ooh, well that's a long a story that starts with me, my roomate and this guy we met in a bar three weeks ago-'

'Bye.' He began to walk off and Mabel leaned forward.

'Wait, wait! Fine, I'll give the short version!!' It was nice having someone to talk to after being out here alone so far, she didn't want him to leave. She blew air out between her lips before sighing as the guy regarded her neutrally. 'My roomate's, how should I say this?' She paused, clasping her hands together in front of her as she considered for a moment. 'She's.... enjoying some adult naptime with her friend.'

An arched eyebrow. 'You mean they're bumpin' uglies?'

She flushed. 'Um.... yeah.'

The guy snorted, leaning against the wall opposite as he folded his arms with a wry grin. 'Ditto. My roommate likes to slime the banana with his girlfriend often.'

Mabel made a face. 'Gross, gross, gross! Do you have to phrase it like that?'

'I'm sorry, I wasn't aware I was speakin' to a grandma.' His gaze dropped down to the stuff in her lap. 'Though I guess the crochet kit should have been a guess.'

'This is knitting, not crochet. There's a difference!' Mabel huffed before forcing herself to calm down. Cm'on Mabel, be the bigger person. Maybe this was guy was just having a bad day and that's why he was being an ass - he'd been kicked out of his room too, after all. Let's try this again. 'I haven't seen you around before, who are you?'

'That's cuz I spend most of my time in the science lab,' he quipped back. 'And it's Bill.'

Mabel set her knitting stuff aside and pushed herself to her feet, smiling brightly as she offered a hand. 'Nice to meet you Bill, I'm Mabel.'

The fellow student eyed her hand warily. Mabel wiggled her fingers enticingly as she grinned. 'It's okay, I don't bite. Promise.'

He seemed reluctant but eventually took her hand, giving it a brief shake. 'Do you often find yourself kicked out at night?'

'Nope! Tonight's the first time so I don't mind. I was happy to stay in the bathroom whilst they went at it but apparently I was being distracting so they kicked me out.'

'Distracting, how?'

'Well, I was just making a few sound effects to lighten the mood y'know? And then I was shouting encouraging words at the guy 'cuz it seemed he was doing a real good job from what I could hear.'

'That's god damn hilarious,' Bill said, cackling. 'Can you come do that to my roommie? He'd love it!'

Mabel cocked her head. His words were nice but why did she feel like he was being sarcastic?

As he recovered, Bill flashed her a boyish smile that made her heart skip a beat. Oh, he actually looked quite handsome when he wasn't pulling a face. She hadn't been granted the chance to notice until now.

'Mabel, was it? I'll see ya around.' He turned and began walking away and the brunette stared after him.

'Wait!'

She rummaged in her pockets as he paused to turn back. Procuring a pink gel pen she chased after him, grabbing his arm and scribbling.

'....What are ya doin?'

She pulled back and flashed him a smile, capping her pen. 'Leaving my number.' Wink.

He stared.

She grinned back.

'Do you give your number to every guy you meet?' he asked pointedly.

'No!' Well, not anymore. A few years ago when she'd been boy-crazy she more or less had. This was the first time in five weeks she'd handed it out - that must be some kind of record!

'Hm. Well, I'll call ya if I need your services with Pine Tree.'

'Who?'

'My roommate,' he clarified as he swivelled around and continued walking away again.

'Oh. Well, yeah... that or, um, any other service!'

He stopped.

'Ah wait, oops, not like that!' she yelled, face turning red as she abruptly realised how that sounded and shook her hands in front of her frantically. 'I mean just like... a date or coffee or something. Ha ha.'

Bill glanced over his shoulder, blue eyes meeting hers in a scrutinising manner. She laughed nervously, rubbing the back of her head. Smooth Mabel, real smooth.

But then he surprised her with his response:

'Maybe,' he muttered before walking away once and for all. Mabel remained standing in the corridor alone, chest fluttering.

Maybe, huh?

Maybe was good. Maybe was promising. She could definitely work with "maybe"!

Ooh, she should tell Dipper about this! He'd been acting so crabby lately over his "new asshole roommate", maybe he'd feel better if she shared the good news about having a new crush.

(Probably not. Knowing Dipper he wouldn't care but hey she was using the lame excuse in her mind to boast to him about it anyway. Suck it.)

[iantimony]

BIG tuesday

i skipped last tuesday because i was working on a take-home exam and simply did not have the time nor the inclination, so: beefy tuesdaypost today!

listening: my brother recommended 'dead magic' by anna von hausswolff and boy what an album. gothic, punchy, very vibey. the kind of album you let wash over you like an ocean wave.

pulled 'mostly kosher' from my to-listen list. fun, funky, very jewish, good vibes. ikh hob dikh tsufil lib

i've continued to mainline borodin symphonies 1 & 2. idk they're just hitting right.

and the new pieces for the orchestra i'm in - very french this time round: debussy's fêtes: kinda spooky and ominous and also fluid in a fun way! lots of buildup that seems to resolve into nothingness. horn parts for this are pretty good, not too difficult but are definitely Heard. chabrier's españa: really bumpin horn parts. fun bouncy motifs. what's not to like.

pocasting-wise, i'm up to partizan 38. 10 episodes left!!! the home stretch!!!!! it's so good but things are definitely amping up in the end-of-fatt-season way.

i've also listened to my friend b's gotham tv show podcast 'jim gordon must die'. very good and funny. i laughed out loud at some of the episode 3 descriptions.

reading: i was stuck in Bad Airport Times this past saturday (flight delayed 3 hours, then sat for an hour on the tarmac, arrived at 10pm when i was originally supposed to arrive at like 630) so i blasted through all ~150k words of 'freefall' by Kunoichi21 and xoTsundoku. bog-standard mafia au, but with a fun little circus arts twist; fun background fengqing; i do not like that they made beefleaf wholesome. give me my toxic beefleaf god damn it. but otherwise it was a fun read, sappy romcom-style. the fic itself isn't quite done but it's in endgame. the author notes have peak fanfic culture energy of "hey guys! sorry i didn't update, i started nursing school and my dad died" bro .... ;___; goddamn. please take care of urselves

watching: we are almost done with kill la kill! last two eps!!! so tonight we're doing that and also watching last week's dunmeshi together.

friend and i finished comrade detective. incredible. no notes. so funny. we started 'endeavour' which is a detective morse prequel thing and goddd the british-isms, and also started serial experiments lain. i don't know what i was expecting but god it was not this. i literally thought this was a cute fun hacker mystery show in the energy of cowboy bebop. it is Not That. not even close. it's good though i'm enjoying it. currently staggering through life going uhhhhh like lain does in the first few eps.

playing: fallow. i am re-installing disco elysium on my computer though. ive been wondering if i should try to keep going on the save file from last year or if i should just start over because i barely got in there at all.

making: many things. pottery!! some good some not as good.

so this design came out SO nice but the underglaze is so gd streaky! i hate it !!! i don't think it's really fixable either, i tried the hairspray trick to put new solid glaze over top the inside so at least that would look less like shit but i could not get it to work. maybe sanding it down? idk. it's ugly. it was supposed to be a bright teal but the woman who runs the studio mixed the batch up wrong so it's like. a really drab gray and not in a fun or intentional way. idk.

some new bisque:

teacups came out! still mismatched but cute nonetheless! gonna do them in a sort of celadon-type color with white flowers to match the teapot that my SO has :)

i don't feel like adding more photos for these lol they're very boring. the pot for my mom came out fine i think. gonna go in with normal white glaze over top to paint in some trees or other botanical designs. i sponged the underglaze on so hopefully the final result won't be streaky. sponged red on my seder plate to hopefully accomplish the same thing. mugs came through the bisque with no issues but i didn't do anything fun with underglaze on one of them so no new pics of that, but the other i did this tree thing again:

i KNOW it'll be streaky as hell. i just know. so i'm considering how i want to do it. perhaps putting some slightly transparent green over the top of it all to meld it together? unsure.

some new stuff: made a citrus juicer, this was attempt number 2 and just barely got it to work, attempt 1 was a total disaster. also made another mug type object, hopefully it'll still be wet enough this weekend to slap a handle on.

two mugs with red clay, i really loved the lascaux mugs that jessica bartram put up for sale last year but i didnt snag one in time so i was like. fuck it. i will make my own. gonna let them dry to leather hard before going in with black underglaze.

i've been trying to draw again but. idk. i just feel very uninspired. i start drawing and it's like :| :| :|

eating: i was on my own food-wise for much of the last week because my roommate was babysitting for the rabbi, so i did not eat nearly as extravagantly as i normally do, LOL. i made a lo mein recipe that was kinda just a stir fry. this could have been my fault because i added a bunch of extra shit like bok choy and mushrooms. i also didn't use the correct type of noodle, and i didnt have oyster sauce so i used worcestershire, etc. many substitutions so it's probably not fair for me to say it was Just Fine. will have to try again at some later date actually following the recipe. herb and radish salad with feta and walnuts: delicious. 10/10. i tossed in some extra arugula and that was also good. and i made the tofu brussel sprouts tahini/hoisin sauce thing again because it's easy and tasty.

misc: visiting my grandma right now ...... entrenched in the ennui .............. spring break ........................

[ceolona]

Exhaustion

Is anyone else exhausted from all the hate over The Acolyte? Dial it back

Lesbian Space Witches

Seriously? That’s the click bait the internet is going with? Gotta suggest they’re all bumpin’ uglies at midnight, instead of reasonable analysis. Misandrous or Androphobic is more accurate. This is why I hate people. Grow up.

As far as the Thread is concerned, all we know is that “some” consider the Coven’s use of it as “dark”. That’s a whole philosophical discussion summed up on one sentence, provided with no context or depth.

Gotta love the good writing.

The Sith Are Back?

More likely than not, but…. Yes, Darth Smiley (Smilo Ren?) is running around with a red saber. That just means that the Kyber crystal was “bled” by its owner, probably a dark side adept. Sith use exclusively crystals from defeated Jedi. Mae, however, is playing flag football, trying to pull one off a Jedi beforehand, and chose not to take Indara’s blade after her death. None of this connects.

It also appears that the entire setup of the show is not “evil twin joins the Sith to avenge her slain family”, but “confused twin does tasks from a dark master that coincidentally involve her past but changes her mind”. After all, Mae did just go all “fuck this shit I’m out” in Ep4

Right there with you, girl!

Nerd Fight!!

A retcon or a fuck up? Ki-Adi-Mundi is currently hanging out with Sol and company. The Acolyte takes place in the year 132 BBY, but every other source has KAM born in 93 BBY, which is almost 40 years after Acolyte. Take that, along with future KAM denying knowledge of the Sith in Phantom Menace despite possibly encountering them four decades before he was born, and you have the grand battle that went on in Wookieepedia.

Not worth the effort to sort through.