#for earnestly having fun at a club

[geraskier]

"how to club dance" by an autistic person with no internal sense of rhythm

listen to a lot of club/dance mix playlists (the ones on spotify that are updated occasionally are best). when i say a lot i mean a lot. find as many separate songs that fit that description as possible

put that^ on shuffle with one earbud in whenever you need background noise. if you also have adhd this ends up being....most of the time

listen to the same songs enough that you start hearing individual instrument tracks within each one. this might take a long time or not long at all

you'll develop a preference for songs within certain bpm ranges, with other specific acoustic elements--that's fine. the sheer volume of music is the important thing

practice finding different beats within each song by tapping your fingers on something. again, this is easier to do over and over again if you're obsessive about stuff like me

move to the beat patterns you hear in songs. doesn't have to be graceful, just responsive to the music

do this over, and over, and over, and over.

it'll be easier to recognize rhythmic patterns in club music you've never heard before, which leads me to an important proclamation:

you don't need to know the words to a song playing in a bar to dance to it. the point of dancing in a bar/club/whatever isn't to demonstrate lyrically appropriate choreography. it's to make people look at the way you move.

(quite honestly. if you can reliably sway/shake your ass to the beat of the song playing in a club, regardless of what song it is, that's enough to make people look at you.)

wear something revealing to give them eye candy....and then decide, unequivocally, that you are hot shit. you are hot shit and you're gonna make people look at you cause you're hot shit.

turn off the shame switch in your brain. just for a little bit. it'll be good for you

[rimouskis]

I'm going to preface this story by saying: I don't necessarily believe in karma, but

I may have been walking through today with a vague sense of disbelief tainted with unkind smugness after my tiktok fyp was flooded with poor fans who tried to get presale ticket to one mr n. kahan's new tour only to find that demand was through the roof and GA pit tickets were seriously going for $300, in presale, and even the "worst" tickets in the lawn were going for $70

and while I undoubtedly think it's deeply unethical for both platforms (thanks ticketmaster) and artists to allow such dramatic ticket cost inflation, I also generally don't relate...

I (VERY LUCKILY) gravitate towards smaller acts, and the most I've paid for a ticket all year has been, like... $90 for a ticket to beyonce, which got cancelled and I was refunded lol. if I look back at all my receipts from shows this year, most have been around $50/ticket after fees, and several have been closer to $20. my favorite show I've seen all year was a $15 ticket.

it's mostly luck—I tend to like smaller acts, and I've been seeing mainly rock acts this year, and those tickets simply don't run as high as pop acts. and part of me is honestly very grateful that I haven't been swept into any of the really recent huge acts.

I think of all the people scrabbling for boygenius or taylor swift tickets and how much money they've had to shell out... how a lot of them don't even GET to see the acts they want to see because they've been priced out or tickets sold out. I can't remember the last time a show I wanted to go to sold out lol. maybe bastille in london?

and again, it's just a matter of luck that I'm not really into any of these megastars and therefore don't have to compete in the gladiator arena to try to see shows I want to see, but sometimes luck manifests as a feeling of self-satisfaction, you know? who among us hasn't experienced a little self-superiority from time to time.

look, if YOUR tiktok was flooded with people saying concerts have been awful since 2021 (including rock and metal shows), but every concert YOU'VE been to since 2021 was amazing and the crowds were really good and you always got tickets and it never broke the bank, you'd feel pretty validated in your choice of musicians and the crowds they attract too, alright?? sue me! I felt frugal AND undeservedly clever!

anyways back to karma. guess who got invited and subsequently agreed to shell out $70 to sit in a lawn and listen to mr. n. kahan sing. I'll give you a hint, her tumblr username starts with an r and ends with an s

[soutsuji]

Do you even understand what Chiori was to Morisu

[manicpixiefelix]

head, heart, hand. {Felix Catton/Reader/Oliver Quick}

Part 5.

Summary: Reader, Oliver, and the mortifying ordeal of being known. Plus clubbing, costume parties, and Oliver being a fucking tease.

{ masterpost }

Need to Know: They/Them. Explicitly NB Reader. FWB!Reader/Felix. Reader is from a well off family but has pretty much been adopted by the Cattons.

Warnings: drinking/intoxication/drug use

A/N: 3148 words. now we're cooking with gas, folks! i might be too sleepy for a real author's note, but just know, as always, its unedited and i love you. have fun, please let me know what you think!

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"Can I be bold for a minute?" On the roof of one of the dorm buildings, you and Oliver are waiting for Felix. It's twilight, the sky painted lavender by the setting sun and encroaching night, and everything feels a little dreamy.

"If anyone would appreciate boldness, Ollie, it's me," you tell him blithely around the cigarette you're trying to light. Still, he's quiet for this one moment, watching the way you cup your hand around the little flame to shield it from the wind.

"How did you and Farleigh ever get so close, considering how he treats you?"

You're pretty sure you know why he's asking you, considering what few interactions he'd witnessed between yourself and Farleigh, but it's still unexpected coming from him. For a moment, your gaze flicks to him, eyes narrowed, not quite sure what to make of the interaction. When your gaze meets his, he's looking at you with that intent, inquisitive look he got in moments like these, moments he seemed to fish for information without seeming like that was what he was doing. The silence and look that you level at him seem to throw him off guard, and immediately he drops his gaze to his feet, swinging off the edge of the building.

"That is bold," you finally settle on, watching Oliver fidget. His ankles cross, his shoulders slump; again he makes himself as small as possible. You deliberately make your tone lighter when you continue, "what's got you worried 'bout me an Farleigh?"

"I mean, all I'm saying is that he was being nasty to you, but now you're both kind of acting like he wasn't."

It's true; since his apology that Sunday morning Farleigh had been keeping his word about not being too bitter about Oliver to or even around you and Felix. You, in turn, made a special effort to spend time with him, pay him attention, made him feel like your priority on occasion. Both you and Farleigh were well aware of what you were doing, but he always enjoyed your company and attention, so it wasn't like he was going to complain.

"Farleigh and I understand each other."

"He slept with your girlfriend."

"India's not my girlfriend."

"He- he keeps calling you a dog."

That hit a nerve. You hadn't realised he was paying attention to that back at the pub. You swallow hard and look out at the horizon.

"And?" Raising the cigarette to your lips again, you don't look at him as you take a very long drag on it, "there are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy," you breathe out with the smoke.

"Doesn't seem like the way friends should talk about each other is all," Oliver says quietly, notes of apology in his voice; you can see him looking at you again out of the corner of your eye.

"Best friend, actually," you finally sigh, letting the tension drop from your shoulders and the moment. As you look at him over your shoulder, you give a faint smile in the face of his confusion, "we've known each other long enough that we can say pretty much anything we want to each other. Only problem is that Farleigh knows that pushing my buttons also pushes Fi's buttons, which is why he does it so often. He's a shit-stirrer, but you haven't known us long enough to know he doesn't really mean it," you tell him with surprising fondness in your voice.

"I'm sorry for prying," Oliver says earnestly, and you smile wider.

"I'm sorry for being so defensive; I realise how it must look from the outside."

Before anything else can be said, the door to the roof bursts open, and Felix greets you both with a hundred-watt smile and a packet of fish and chips in his hands. You descend on him like a seagull, swapping your cigarette for the hot food, tearing into the paper wrapping and settling by the wall at the edge of the roof near Oliver once more.

There's a beat where Felix is watching you and Oliver, his smile soft and fond and endeared, but there's something in his eyes that's been there since that lunched they'd shared at the pub -

"I shouldn't say -" there's a lot of things Felix shouldn't do that he does anyways. Considering his wealth, he could get away with a lack of self control, "I just genuinely didn't know, I mean I might have guessed- did you know?"

"Know what, Fi?" You're still in his bed, bleary-eyed and desperately wanting to go back to sleep when he'd come back from the pub buzzing instead of tired, as he'd predicted.

He'd spent the better part of the afternoon with his head on your chest, explaining the almost Dickensian tragedy that was Oliver's life. Sure you were listening, but you didn't have much to contribute other than faint noises of interest while your fingers carded through his hair.

There's something about the way Felix recounts all this information to you, the way he finds it salacious and heart-breaking all in one. You can hear in his voice that he'd captivated, that he's endeared by the struggle that has followed Oliver throughout his life. As much as you loved him, you'd watched time and again the way he'd fall for tragic tales and the people who'd recount them; Felix had a saviour complex, and it was the only thing the two of you had ever fought about.

Last year it had been Eddie, the worst of the bunch so far. Like Oliver but in the opposite direction; too much, too loud, too confident to hide his ugly secrets and desperation to be wanted. Eddie had been Icarus, taking for granted the wax wings Felix had given him, the good life, attention, a comrade who almost understood him. But he'd played with fire, played with Venetia too many times, and the wax wings melted. Not that you'd cared; you were the one who spotted them, you were the one that told Farleigh, you were the one who listened to Felix's furious rants every few days for the rest of that Summer. You'd never liked Eddie like Felix liked Eddie.

Oliver was different. You wondered if he was different enough.

Still, as much as you liked Oliver you could see it in Felix's eyes, hear it in his voice; he was already getting himself addicted to the idea of how much better he could make Oliver's life. But Felix had hated it the last time you'd pointed something like that out.

("Then why the fuck would I keep you around? Maybe it's because I don't pick my friends based on whether they're charity cases!")

So you keep your mouth shut. Maybe it's worth it for the way Felix smiles -

"I don't -" Oliver's fidgeting when Felix asks him to tag along to a costume party, "have anything to wear, really," he admits. Immediately Felix is offering to let him borrow something. There's a flicker that looks almost hungry in Oliver's eyes amid the gratefulness, and you wonder if he knows how many people would kill to get into Felix's pants. Still, he's humble, "you don't have to do that."

"I don't have to do anything," Felix shrugs with the easiest smile in the world. Then, in the next sentence, completely glossing over the act of kindness he looks at you, "tell me you aren't still expecting Farleigh to commit to that devil costume with you."

"He told me he'd put effort in this year -"

"He tells you that every year," Felix laughs, and you lean into Oliver's shoulder to explain.

"Me and Farleigh always organise to go to one costume party per year as an angel and a devil -"

"And every year," Felix rolls his eyes with a good-natured exasperation, "Farleigh wears some vulgar t-shirt and two party hats for horns, while Y/N puts weeks of effort in and wins best dressed every time-"

"Not every time," you protested, while Oliver looked faintly impressed, leaning back against you too.

"The only times you haven't won best dressed was if there was no competition to win," Felix points out, before looking past you to Oliver with an amused smile, "so I can't promise you a Y/N-level of costume, but it'll be more than two party hats."

"If you wanna give me two party hats, I'll wear 'em," Oliver says, hands coming up as if to placate the both of you. Instead, you grin wider, throwing an arm around his shoulders.

"We'll make you all pretty, Ollie, don't worry."

Unsurprisingly, on the night of the party, Farleigh showed up to 'get ready' at your dorm, which meant him lazing on your bed, drinking and sharing his coke with you while you put arguably too much effort into your makeup. He, of course, is wearing two party hats, and t-shirt that simply says 'EASY', and though you pretend to be annoyed for all of five minutes, he gives a shit eating grin as you chew him out.

"Fool you once, shame on me, sure; fool you six times, that's on you, Y/N."

You flipped him off with a grin.

"There they are!" India cheers from the sofas where your other friends are gathered when you arrive to the party. Farleigh, on your arm, makes a show of his entrance, "not you, Farleigh, obviously." India rolls her eyes, but thankfully Farleigh wasn't too put out. Instead, he swans towards the group to claim a seat.

"Give us a spin, angel," Annabel insists with a coy smile, and you oblige her to the whistles and cheers of the rest of your friends.

"You outdo yourself," Felix told you fondly as you dropped into a beanbag by the sofa he and Oliver had been occupying.

Felix is looking at you, that kind of dangerous look when he thinks you're especially hot and there's only a thirty percent chance that the two of you will even make it to a dark corner. For just a moment, however, your gaze flicks to Oliver, by his side, and he's watching Felix too, absolutely rapt by the way your best friend looks at you.

"Only in comparison to Farleigh," you shake your head, forcing yourself to be Felix's self restraint, especially so early in the night, "besides, look at you; you've certainly grown into this since I last saw you try it on," and you leaned forward as best you could, looking across the circle of friends to the pretty, redhead in the slinky nurse outfit, "how fucking good does Felix look, Annabel?" You ask pointedly, and you can see Felix give a restrained chuckle before turning his attention to his own not-girlfriend, who seemed glad for the chance to gush about him.

Sitting back, you chance a glance once more at Oliver, and somehow aren't surprised to see him looking back at you. All you do is smirk, well aware of what you were doing.

Felix's clothes are too big on Oliver. The costume, though you're not exactly sure what he's meant to be, kind of wears him instead of the other way around. Felix, of course, looks all kinds of gorgeous as a police officer, while Oliver looked rather like he's wearing his big brother's hand-me-downs. But he's rolls up the sleeves and always looks up at Felix with these blue, doe eyes shining with gratefulness, and no-one else cares enough to comment either way.

You wonder if anyone else has noticed, the way Oliver's personality changes with his focus. It's not in large ways, perhaps others think its like a trick of the light, but the way he looks at others, the way he behaves, it seems to vary from person to person. Tactile, distant, closed off, hesitant, open, honest, warm, skittish, never truly the same with each individual. It's like he watches, figures out what people want to hear, what they want from him, and does his best to give it to them. It's almost painfully familiar.

Oliver gives Felix what he wants in a way you know you never can; Oliver gives him someone to help, someone to feel like he's saving. As long as Felix is happy, you tell yourself, that is enough, and it's easy to like Oliver in your own way. The only problem you've found is that as much as you like Oliver, as intrigued as you are by him, you can't quite get a read on him, what he wants, what your place may be in his life. He's always watching, always searching for something, but you're never sure of what.

So you decide to show him love, show him appreciation the way you know best.

More and more you choose to stay by his side when you're all out, at the pub, at clubs, either of you are not with Felix, or if you're not otherwise occupied by someone requesting your attention, you'll be with Oliver.

Tonight, at the club, a girl from town had been occupying Felix's personal space for the better part of an hour, and by the time he has her against a wall down a dark corridor, Oliver's absconded from the dance floor to get another drink, but hasn't returned. You find him skulking against a wall, half drunk pint in his hand, gazing out through the crowd. When you join him, when you follow his gaze, you can see the silhouette of Felix and the girl, his hand up her shirt through the haze.

"It doesn't bother you?" Oliver asks, loud enough to be heard over the music, but not by anyone else.

"The girls don't bother me," an easy, languid smile spreads across your face, "the girls love me," you amend, smile turning a little smug as you watch Felix and the girl whose name you can't even been be bothered to recall.

"Felix's girls?* Ever-hesitant Oliver, even here and now, sounds carefully demure amongst his curiosity, "do you -?" He makes an awkward gesture, but you read his intentions and laugh dismissively.

"No, no... well," you pause for a moment, "occasionally I have my fun, I suppose, but not like that; girls who are into Felix aren't traditionally into me like that, no," you shake your head with an an missed smile, "but that's why they like me, I'm not a threat, see?"

Even through the haze and flashing lights, you can see Felix's hands on the girl; he's warm and rough and the way he holds always feels so fucking secure -

Looking away sharply, you're surprised by how intently Oliver's watching you. Its genuinely startling, and though he seems to understand this but doesn't look away. For just a moment your breathless, caught up in the night and the jealousy and want for your best friend that you usually have much more control over - your own words echo in your head; I'm not a threat, see? A smug lie, a joke at all those poor girl's expenses since you knew they were never going to last.

Oliver's gaze burns when you finally look him squarely in the eyes; he knows.

"I get the impression people assume a great many things about our Felix," he wets his lips, casting his gaze to darkened hallway, to where you had seen Felix with his mouth on the neck of his girl of the night, but you can't look away from him. Our Felix. "And about you."

"And you?" Your tongue darts out, wetting you lips as you draw Oliver's attention back to you, tone flirty. There's something exhilarating about this man that you can't help but want to tease out.

"Not much to assume," he gives a faint smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, "I'm more the observant type than one whose observed."

"You make the assumptions."

"I make the assumptions," he actually smirks, a bit of that usual gentle hesitation that he approached the world with slipping for just a moment.

"And?"

"And what?"

"Do you have a lot of assumptions about Our Felix?" You tease his earlier wording, but once again his gaze drifts to your best friend, if he still is in the crowd. Them, quieter, almost as if you don't mean to you murmur, "or me?"

"Had."

"Had?"

"Had a lot of assumptions," there's a kind of mischief in his eyes as his tone takes on an air of nonchalance, "'bout him, 'bout you too." As he speaks, you step towards him, hand on his arm, moving steadily higher. He can feel it, you know he can, but all he does is smile wider, refusing to break your gaze.

"Like what, Oliver Quick?"

Leaning in, Oliver takes your face in his hands, bringing you close, sharing breath, lips inches from his.

"Like how they write Odysseys about your kind of loyalty," he mumbled, and you feel like his gaze alone could swallow you whole. There's a aching, yearning that you feel in this moment, when you crush your lips to his. It's quick and desperate, and he pulls back, "like how you show love with every fuckin' bit of that body of yours," this time he pulls you in and it's rougher, it's needy, he bites at your lip and you whimper against his mouth, press yourself against him, "like-" he kisses you quickly, "like- like-" but as you find yourself trailing rough kisses down his jaw, he seems to lose his train of thought.

"Yes?" You prompt with a laugh.

"Like how you're desperate to feel needed."

"Observant," you tell him softly, raising your head, arms still around him. In this moment, his expression is open, watching you, waiting for you to react, "more observant than anyone else."

"You wear it on your sleeve, sweetheart," he says bluntly, but something about being seen, about his unwavering honesty, that sets your heart beating, burning in your chest. Or perhaps it's that he called you sweetheart; it's rare that someone is so sweet to you.

"Then need me, want me."

"I do," this time when he kisses you, it's gentle, full of warmth and unexpected love, and the way he holds you close makes you feel so precious and desired at once, "but not like this, not now." And he's letting you go, despite the way your lips tingle and the damn butterflies in your stomach. You desperately want to cling to him, to ask him what the fuck he means, but he kisses you on the forehead and tells you to get back safe, wearing an almost smug, knowing smile, disappearing into the crowd. You can't even go after him, he's made you damn weak in the knees and all you can do is lean against the wall for support.

Felix and his girl have disappeared.

Your friends are still living it up on the dance floor, you're sure, but you have only one thought on your mind.

Oliver Quick is a fucking tease.

[cottonlemonade]

Can I please order from menu A with a soda, dango and I’ll be sitting next to Hinata. Thank you so much!

The New Girl

word count: 1055 || avg. reading time: 5 mins.

pairing: Hinata x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

request: fluffy, school festival as a new student with Hinata

You imagined your first day at school very differently. Transferring in the middle of a semester was probably an introvert’s worst nightmare and you had been worried you wouldn’t find any friends since the other new first years would by then already divided themselves into groups. But when you folded your hands over your pudgy tummy and bowed deeply in front of the class a boy with fiery hair and bright eyes had caught your attention and you were surprised when the teacher asked who’d show you around and the boy’s hand immediately shot in the air.

Luckily, students seemed to be too busy to pay much attention to you as everyone was preoccupied with preparations for the school festival that weekend. Your homeroom teacher strongly urged you to join a club for social activities as well as everyday practice of your Japanese and you rifled through a small leaflet she handed you listing all the available ones. The book club seemed fun or maybe the sewing club. You doubted any sports team would take you with your chubby appearance even though you did genuinely enjoy quite a few of them. Deciding to check out the possibilities for yourself during the festival you got dressed and began your arduous journey to school that Saturday, paddling your bike over the many hills Miyagi had to offer.

As you pushed it into the bike rack by the school gate someone came to a screeching halt next to you.

“Hey, y/n-san!“ It was Hinata, the boy with the fiery hair.

“Good morning!“, you smiled.

“I made a plan for us.“, he announced proudly and slipped his hand into his pocket to pull out a hastily folded - slightly crumpled - piece of paper, waving it through the air, “We‘ll start with the snacks and refreshment stand obviously, then we can check out the book club and then we- what?“

He looked at your shocked face in confusion.

“But aren‘t you busy today? I thought you‘d be with the volleyball team?“

The tips of Hinata‘s ears turned very pink and he ruffled a hand through his hair. He looked somewhere off to the side when he said, “Nah, I told them I‘d be showing you around again. But we should stop by their stand! It‘s awesome! There is a flyer and everything and I‘m on the cover!“

He basked in the impressed admiration that followed for a moment, then put the paper back into his pocket, grabbed your hand and pulled you along.

Munching on yakisoba buns from the snack stall, courtesy of the Sakanoshita Store, Hinata kept on talking as he led you through the crowds, grabbing your hand again every so often so as not to lose you. Your heart skipped whenever he did but since he acted so casual about it you pushed the blossoming feelings down again and again. Once you‘d made the rounds on the clubs you had earmarked in your leaflet, Hinata suggested a short break under a large tree next to the main building, disappearing for a minute before returning with two water bottles. The unfamiliar summer heat of the countryside pressed down on you and you took a couple of grateful gulps, emptying half the bottle.

“You know…“, Hinata began, pushing a pebble around with his shoe, “the volleyball club is always looking for new managers. Just a thought. We already have two so you wouldn‘t be alone and they‘re both super nice! You‘d get along great! And the team is also super cool! And you already met a couple of them! Kageyama, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima are also in the club.“

You nodded slowly. “You don‘t have to, of course!“, Hinata added, earnestly, “But.. it would be cool to… to see each other outside of school, too.“

For a moment you both blushed at your shoes before you cleared your throat and told him to lead the way. He beamed and bounced ahead.

“Wow…“, your jaw dropped when you saw the posters on either side of the volleyball stand. Hinata hadn't exaggerated - his picture really was incredible.

You picked up a flyer and stared at the cover for probably way too long, admiring the way the light shimmered through Hinata‘s hair.

“Are you thinking of joining?“, a boy with a kind smile asked. You offered a mixture between a shrug and a nod.

“This is y/n l/n.“, Hinata introduced.

“Oooh!“, the boy said, “Yes, Shoyo-kun told us a lot about you. Quite frankly he has talked about nothing else this past week.“

Hinata froze in horror and his face became bright red as he croaked, “Sugawara-san!“

“What‘s this now?“, a third boy, possibly even shorter than Hinata appeared by Sugawara‘s side, a blonde strand falling over his forehead amidst the otherwise brown spiky hair, “Oh is this her? You didn‘t do her justice, Shoyo, she is even prettier than you said.“

“Here, keep the flyer.“, Sugawara said and pushed the glossy leaflet you had placed back on the table into your hands again, “We would love to have another manager. I bet you‘d be great at keeping Hinata in line - I mean, keep him motivated.“

Hinata at this point had practically dissolved into the wind from embarrassment.

“I don‘t think he needs more motivation for volleyball, Sugawara-san.“

Yet another club member spawned out of nowhere, this one at least you‘d seen before. He had a mischievous, almost daringly evil grin on his face as he pushed his glasses back up on his nose.

“If only he would apply himself to homework and studying as much as he did to volleyball. Then we wouldn‘t have to wait at training camp for this airhead to finish his make-up classes.“

Sugawara kept an angelic smile on his face as he elbowed Tsukishima in the side.

“Just think about it, y/n-kun.“, the third year said, never losing his smile and giving you a thumbs up.

With an uncertain bow you turned and pulled the small heap of misery formerly known as Hinata back into the stream of students and visitors.

“They… seem … nice?“, you said slowly as his soul gradually returned to his body, “You know… if you struggle with homework and studying… I could tutor you maybe. - If you like.“

Hinata looked at you in surprise and blushed, then walked against a tree.

a/n: thank you so much for such a cute request for our favorite tangerine! Please enjoy 🌟

I still have 9 requests to go so if your request hasn’t shown up yet, know, I haven’t forgotten about it and am on it ^^

[ladykailitha]

The Hellfire Exotic Club Part 2

Hey, guys! This story is going to be a lot of fun, so buckle in we are in for a ride.

Just a little thing about this chapter that will only make sense in context. But Eddie did NOT start stripping until the previous owner retired. I tried to make that clear, but I'm not sure I did. Again, Eddie danced burlesque but did not strip until he took over as owner of the night club. Got it? Thank you!

Part 1

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They didn’t have time to build up the Steve turning from the angel Samael to the demon Satan not with him having only three days to learn the dance, so his first appearance on stage was that as the envious Satan.

Steve was wearing a red corset and boy shorts with matching high-heeled pumps and black fishnet stockings.

He started the set that would be his one hour in the spotlight leaning over a stool and then as the spotlight hit his head snapped up, glaring at the audience.

The way his body slunk and shimmied across the stage so different to the bruising stomp of Asmodeus. If Asmodeus was the harsh envy of wanting whatever one else had because he thought he deserved it, then Satan was soft simpering envy of a man who had been denied everything and still wanted, still yearned.

By the time Steve had finished his set that first night, even though he didn’t remove a single article of clothing, the money that was thrown at him was as much as Asmodeus in his heyday. On his first night.

The other dancers had been gathering the thrown money all night and Steve picked up the rest from his finale. They brought it all to Eddie to be counted. Same with the tip jar at the bar. The money for the dancers was a much bigger pile than the one at the bar, but the tip jar wasn’t slouching either.

Eddie carefully doled out the bartenders and waiters tips first. Robin’s eyes going wide as she held few hundred dollars in her hands.

“I didn’t think Sundays would be very popular,” she breathed, carefully dividing it and putting it in separate places so if her purse got stolen she didn’t lose all of it.

Eddie cackled as he counted out the money for the backup dancers first. They got the same amount every night as did the other Sins on their non-starring days while the club and the main dancer got a cut, except Saturday nights when Eddie danced then the dancer’s cut would be divided six ways among the other Sins.

“I think it was people coming in and expecting the new dancer to fall on his face,” Eddie said, handing out the money to his other dancers. “And then were blown away when Stevie here simpered and slunk his way into their hearts and more importantly their pocket books.”

He took his cut and then handed the rest to Steve.

“So it might not be this big next week?” Steve asked, chewing on his lip.

Eddie laughed. “Oh, honey, you have nothing to worry about,” he said, standing up to put an arm around Steve’s shoulders. “Give them a chance to watch you dance all this week and especially with the fallen angel dance you and Lilith will do on Saturday. Once they’ve seen that, there’ll be a line outside of the club just to see you.”

“I’m with Eddie on this one,” one of the backup dancers said. She was spunky black girl called Choronzon. Well, her real name was Cheryl but you get the idea. “Asmodeus was a boring, stereotypical stripper. Pole and all. But you? Man you’re going to make everyone else envious, okay?”

Steve ducked his head and blushed. Robin bumped his shoulder with hers.

“Hell,” Gareth said with a giggle at his own stupid pun, “most of us spent that hour of you with the backup dancers just watching you. Something I assure you doesn’t usually happen, not even when we first started.”

“I can’t wait to start dancing with you,” Chrissy said earnestly. “I’ve even asked that you get the same days off as me so it’s expected we dance together.”

“What days are those?” Steve asked sharing a glance with Robin.

Eddie winced. “Yeah, I know you both wanted the same days off, but I could only manage one of the two, sorry. It’s just with the other waiters’ schedules I just couldn’t make it work. You’ll both have Tuesdays off, but Steve will have Fridays off, and Robin with have Thursdays.”

They shrugged. It was better than nothing. Hell, they were even back to back. They could make that work.

Jeff laughed, “He wants Steve to have Fridays off because he’s afraid I’ll be outshined on my own day.”

Steve’s eyebrows shot up at he looked at Eddie in shock. “You really can’t tell me you actually think I’d out lust Lust, do you?”

Eddie scratched his cheek and looked up sheepishly. “Well, not precisely, not really. But you can’t deny you have a sex appeal that can’t be matched or compared. And that’s what we don’t want. People comparing you. Because even so-called progressives still find white people more aesthetically pleasing and the more we can keep people from making that direct comparison the better.”

Steve half shrugged. “I have no problem with that, but I guess that means my dreams of dancing with him have been dashed.”

“Sorry, man,” Jeff said dramatically, “I’m a solo act. I don’t do partners. I inspire lust, I don’t fall victim to it.”

He pretended to faint in Jeff’s arms and he dipped him dramatically. They straightened up with giggles. Eddie was starting to think he might have to swap sins with Steve if his stomach churned every time Steve flirted with someone else.

Which was ridiculous. He didn’t date his dancers and he wasn’t about to start now just because his head was turned by such a pretty face. Besides, it seemed that Steve and Robin were job rovers and they no doubt would get sick of this place and move on to the next one.

“All right,” he said cracking his knuckles as he sat back down at his desk. “The cleaners will be here in a half hour, so if you don’t want to help them, I’d clear out.”

Everyone made a scramble for the doors, all except Steve. He lingered at the door after everyone had left and when Eddie spotted him, he cocked his head to the side.

“Is there something you needed, Steve?”

Steve chewed on his bottom lip and then surged forward. “It is okay that I’m doing the whole angel thing, right? I wasn’t trying to change the theme of your club. I just picked the song to stand out. I figured you had every variation of every song about devils, demons, and hell,” he rambled.

“Whoa, whoa,” Eddie said, holding up his hand, “take a deep breath there before you pass out on me.”

Steve took in a large breath and just stared at him wide eyed.

“Sit down a minute,” he continued and waved a hand at the chair in front of his desk.

Steve wavered a moment before doing as he was told.

“I’ve been managing this club for longer than I’ve owned it,” he began.

Steve blinked at him a moment in shock. “What? It wasn’t originally yours?”

Eddie shook his head. “Nope. Back when I first started here as a dancer, it was called the Kit Cat Titty Club.”

“That’s a horrible name!” Steve said, rearing his head back in disgust.

“That it was,” he agreed. “The owner started it as a proper burlesque club. A throw back to the speakeasies of the 1920s. You had waitresses in bunny suits, cigarette girls, a live jazz band in the corner playing the tunes the dancer would strip to.”

Steve raised an eyebrow, and nodded appreciatively. “Sounds like a fun way to spend your Saturday night.”

Eddie smiled at him. “Yeah it does. Too bad it got hit with the whole steampunk era. No one wanted decadence and jazz music. They wanted Victorian era saloons and public houses. Gas lit halls and lots and lots of ruffles.”

Steve winced in sympathy. He had a couple of friends who had gotten into the phase a few years back. Too many ruffles and gears and too many gears getting caught in said ruffles.

“So what happened?”

“I told him the best way to fight the wave wasn’t join to in,” Eddie said, “but to create something new and it became the Hellfire Exotic Club. Then when he retired a couple years back, he gave it to me. Said it was mine and had been for years anyway, this was only making it official. God, I miss that bastard some days.”

“Yeah, where did he retire to?” Steve asked.

“Back to Bumfuck Middle of Nowhere Indiana,” Eddie huffed. “Or better known as Hawkins.”

Steve cackled. “I’m from there and I can’t imagine anyone wanting to go back.”

“My uncle, Wayne always was more stubborn than he was smart,” Eddie said shaking his head fondly.

“You stripped for your uncle?” Steve asked, his eyes wide.

“No, no,” Eddie said trying to hold in his laughter. “Of course not! Not everyone strips here. Brian, our Greed only gets as far as his pants. Chrissy will leave her g-string on. Like if you wanted to, you wouldn’t have to strip. It’s about sensuality and titillation than bump and grind style stripping. I think that’s why Billy never really fit in here. Because if Billy was anything he was your typical stripper. I know we throw that around a lot but he was it. Here.” He dug around in his desk for a moment and pulled out a picture.

He handed it to Steve. “This is our first night as the Seven Deadly Sins. Everyone else you know, so Billy won’t be hard to pick out.”

Blond, muscled, tanned, and oiled. Typical male stripper. Nothing special. Nothing new.

“Was he someone your uncle hired?” Steve guessed handing the picture back.

“Yeah,” Eddie said, “because he looked good in spats and suspenders. But he never really fit in and maybe that’s why it blew up the way it did. Anyway the point is dancing for my uncle was hell of a lot better than working with my dad, so...” He wagged his eyebrows once.

“What did your dad do?” Steve asked.

“Stole cars.”

“Oh.”

Eddie chuckled. “It’s fine. He’s in jail now in Texas. Third strike, will be in there until I’m old and grey.”

“Shredding on your guitar,” Steve said softly, “while the next generation of Sins dance to your music.”

Eddie smiled fondly. “I like the sound of that.” He cleared his throat. “Shit, we got way off topic there. The point of my story is that this place has changed before and change if done right it’s a good thing. Besides what makes demons so interesting is that they used to be angels. People love a hero, but what they love even more than a hero is to see that hero fall. We’ve just never tapped into that potential yet,” he finished with a shrug. “So don’t you be worrying that pretty head of yours, okay? I’m good at this.”

Steve smiled and stood back up. “That does help. Thanks.” He scratched his cheek and then hummed. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I guess so,” Eddie replied softly. “Good night, Steve.”

“Night, Eddie.”

Once Steve was had left, closing the door behind him, he buried his head in hands. This was going to be hell. He could feel it.

There was just something...sparkling about Steve. Something bright and beautiful. And Eddie couldn’t believe his luck. He doesn’t know why Robin left work at the rec center where Steve taught pole dancing as exercise, or even what she did there, but he could tell they were both really worried about money right now.

But whatever the reason for their leaving, he doubly grateful they landed in his lap. She was a good waitress and Steve was a phenomenal dancer.

But unlike every other dancer who had walked through those doors and into his life, Steve also walked into his heart too. And Chrissy crushing on Robin wasn’t good, this was bad. He couldn’t be seen to have favorites.

So he would have to keep his distance.

Famous last words, he knew. Fate liked throwing curve balls at Eddie, and he really should have been more careful about making promising he couldn’t keep.

~

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ᝰ MY OH MY. ━━ (028) makeup

WORD COUNT. 2062

WARNINGS. cursing, alcohol/being drunk, anxiety, cheating, insecurities (not really but the topic is wrongfully mentioned), sunwoo’s jacket is very oversized on him as well

credits to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <3

YOU COULD HEAR THE POUNDING MUSIC AND SEE THE FLASHING LIGHTS FROM OUTSIDE THE FRATERNITY.

It reminded you of the last time you were there. As you stepped out of Hyunjae’s car, shivers ran down your spine at the memory of anxiety and heartache.

Juyeon made his way out of the backseat at the same time and noticed your stiff posture. Your hands shook when you closed the door of the passenger seat, fiddling with your hands.

“Hey, it’s gonna be alright. Just focus on having fun tonight okay? You deserve to let go, and we can leave whenever you want.”

He smiled as he grabbed one of your well manicured hands. Hyunjae, who was now on your other side, squeezed your leather clad shoulder in support.

You nodded and they let go, the three of you finally making your way towards the festive noise.

It wasn’t long before you reached the large doorstep at the end of the driveway. A figure you would recognize even in the dark was leaning against the wall next to the open entrance, staring down at something in his hand.

“Sunni!” You yelled, sprinting towards your best friend as fast as you could on your Mary Jane heels.

Sunwoo looked up, putting whatever he was looking at in his pocket and smiling brightly at your excited demeanor.

He met you halfway, your hands interlocking immediately when you two reach each other, like it was second nature at that point.

Sunwoo used your grip on his hands as leverage to pull you even further towards him and brought his own face close to your own, seemingly inspecting something on your features. The action, unbeknownst to him, had butterflies gathering in your stomach.

One hand pulled away from yours and reconnected softly with your chin as he moved your head, still looking immensely intrigued.

“Your makeup! Is this a new look or something? Woah, it looks so intricate and pretty… you just look so pretty.

“And is that my jacket?” He continued as he looked down at your whole outfit. He was right too. You were, indeed, wearing his oversized black motorcycle jacket over a white blouse that cropped just above your bellybutton and a black miniskirt, completed by matching duo colored leg warmers. “It looks better on you.”

With those two sentences, the already restless butterflies exploded in your stomach. The way he noticed all the minuscule details about you and appreciated them so earnestly only confirmed your feelings once again.

You looked down at the rings on his fingers, knowing you’d get too flustered to speak if you faced him.

“Yeah, it’s yours. Thank you for noticing all of this. The makeup took a long-ass time. But now, it’s definitely worth it.” You nodded, donning a smile that made Sunwoo want to melt in a puddle right there and then.

“…Mine, huh?” He whispered softly, a blush tinting his cheeks.

For a moment— for one or two seconds as you met his sparkling brown eyes again, it felt like time stopped; the shitty music slowed and it felt like you two were the only two people in the universe.

“Yeah, yeah! Everyone looks great and you two should kiss already. Can we go inside now?”

A piercing voice reminded you that you weren’t. Chanhee, Kevin, Jacob, and Chaewon had joined Juyeon and Hyunjae in waiting for you two to finish your little moment.

Sunwoo coughed awkwardly.

“Right! Hak and Eric are already in there, by the way.” He nodded towards the bustling party as the open door gave you all an optimal view of Eric dancing on top of the table. Haknyeon threw candy at him like it was money at a strip club as a small crowd around them cheered.

The whole group laughed and headed inside, unbeknownst to Sunwoo and you sending each other knowing looks.

THROUGHOUT THE DURATION of you and your friends having fun, Sunwoo’s hand had slipped from your grasp and made its way to the small of your back. Even sneaking underneath your shirt when you two walked from the dance floor laughing.

Both of you were already starting to get tipsy, and so were on your way to rehydrate after Sangyeon’s (who arrived a little after you with Younghoon and Changmin) stern lecture about drinking responsibly.

You helped yourself to two bottles of water out of the fridge, handing one over to Sunwoo. You both chugged down a big amount, laughing again at nothing in particular when you faced one another

Suddenly, Sunwoo’s laughing stopped. He seemed to freeze, looking at something over your shoulder.

Out of curiosity of what could possibly have shocked your best friend to the point of looking like someone caused his heart to break, you turned towards it.

After searching for a while, your eyes found it— your very own boyfriend making out with a random pretty girl without a care in the world for who saw it.

You knew he wasn’t faithful to you but seeing it in person made your heart drop nonetheless.

A tall person abruptly blocked your view of the drunken affair happening in front of you. When you looked up at who could possibly feel the need to interrupt right now, you were met with an apologetic look.

Soobin had a hand in his hair, looking pained at your shaken expression. He sighed before speaking.

“Listen, Yn, I—”

Your attention was taken away from the tall guy in front of you when saw your boyfriend coming your way. You didn’t know if he noticed that he had been caught or if that blissfully unaware look on his face was for real. You felt Sunwoo’s hand against your shoulder and cut Soobin off before he could even begin his sentence.

“I can’t do this right now. Have a good rest of your night, Soobin.” With that, you quickly followed Sunwoo, who made a path through the crowd for you to help you outside.

Outside, you found the younger trio of Yeonjun's friend group. Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Kai made motions to greet you, but their attempts didn’t go through, as they saw your current state as well as their eldest friend hurriedly approaching you.

Somehow, your friends had noticed that there was something wrong. The large group piled outside along with Soobin, only just following behind Yeonjun.

No one dared to breathe a word until he broke the silence himself, walking up to you with that innocent smile on his pretty face.

“Baby! I didn’t know you were coming. You really should’ve told me.”

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes as you dodged his attempt to hug you.

Question marks were apparent with his countenance. He stared at you for a second, seemingly deep in thought. Tired and ready to leave, you turned around. But before you could actually get moving, he grabbed your wrist, taking a step closer to you.

“You look so beautiful. But you know that you don’t you don’t have to wear all that makeup to impress me, right? I told you. You don’t have to be insecure. You look prettier without all that stuff.”

Despite everything that he has ever done to you; all the disappointment and all the sadness he caused, this was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

You turned back to face him, utterly dumbfounded save for your brewing rage. You pulled your arm out of his grasp and took a step back, putting some distance between you two.

“You know, even with the two bets and the cheating out in the open, I wanted to do this tomorrow in private. Not in front of your friends or anyone for the sake of the little dignity you have left.” You chuckled. But there was no lightheartedness found behind your eyes, and he was too far gone to get the hint. “But how dare you critique my makeup or speak on anything regarding me, you absolute loser!”

You heard some of the friends around you gasp at your words. So did Yeonjun, his mouth slightly fell open.

“Loser? Wait.. Bets? You— you knew?” He stammered.

“Of course I did. Do you think I would willingly stay with you after all the countless cheating because I liked you so bad? I only stayed because I wanted revenge so you wouldn’t hurt another person like this. But I realized that type of hope is wasted on you, Yeonjun.”

The venom with which you spoke his name burned something very, very deep inside, in a way it never did before. You poked his chest with your sharp acrylic nail every time you annunciated a word, driving the point through even deeper. He placed a hand on his chest, mirroring your dumbfounded expression from earlier.

You poked his hand covering his chest on more time, looking straight into his eyes.

“We’re done. We should’ve never been a thing. But we were done the moment you agreed to the second bet.”

With that, you took a large step towards Sunwoo, who smiled proudly at you. You grinned back.

You heard twelve pairs of footsteps getting ready to follow you but you held up a hand, effectively stopping their movement.

“You guys should stay here and have a good time. This isn’t a break up I need to be comforted over, but one to celebrate.”

You heard reluctant agreements when they noticed that your eyes never left Sunwoo’s and your smiling expression never left your face. They knew with Sunwoo you would be in good hands.

The dark-haired boy looked down, opening his hand up to you.

You didn’t hesitate to grab it.

Without looking back, you two walked away from a stunned Yeonjun and his four equally stunned friends as your own friends went back inside, relief flooding them.

YOU TWO ENDED up under the bright, fluorescent lights at a nearby bus stop, waiting for the last bus of the night.

Both of you came to the party with rides and had too much alcohol in your systems (despite each downing a bottle of water) to even attempt to drive home safely.

So there you were, sitting next to each other on a small bench, so close and squished together that your arms and thighs touched the other's. It was comfortable, like it was supposed to be this way.

Sunwoo looked at you as you leaned your head on his shoulder, your previously perfect makeup slightly smudged and a single tear ran down your cheek. But a relieved smile rested on your face as you blindly connected your pinkies. He couldn’t help but wish that he could go back in time and tell past-him to realized how much he loved you at least a year earlier so that jerk you could now finally call your ex didn’t make you waste your precious tears on him.

His blood boiled thinking about the fact that someone like a Yeonjun even dared to hurt someone so sweet (like a berry.. his berry).

Sunwoo looked up to the moon, silently swearing to spend the rest of his life trying his absolutely hardest to make you happy, even if you didn’t love him back the way he loved you.

You felt his shoulders tense underneath you, making you untangle your pinkies and instead intertwine your fingers together. You opened your eyes to see his tense face.

He swallowed nervously, reaching into his pocket to fish something out.

“Hey, Yn, give me your arm.” He pointed with his fist to your free arm.

You did so, no questions asked.

Gently he grabbed it (the same arm Yeonjun pulled before, he noticed), finally unveiling what he was hiding before. It was a bracelet, one identical to the one he was wearing.

Sunwoo slid the bracelet around your wrist and tied it firmly there, a mirror to his.

When he looked back at you and brought his free hand to cup your cheek, caressing it softly with his thumb, he had to fight to urge to kiss that big smile off your face and hopefully replace it with an even bigger one.

“I’m proud of you, Yn.”

“Yeah?” You asked. Sunwoo nodded, making you hum, pleased with his words.

Smiling down at the pretty bracelet, you chuckled to yourself. “You know what?

“I’m so relieved. This— ..You are so much better than any possible revenge, Woo woo.”

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NOTES. credit to my dear mo (aka @kodzumo) for coming up with the matching bracelet idea after seeing this pic of sunwoo love u!!

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[💜|| Yuusha Tala (she/they) ━━━━━━━━━━━━✦

(slightly not canon-compliant / set in an AU where everyone is 18+ like a university)

Forcibly brought to Night Raven College by the black carriage for unknown reasons. She is enrolled as a student with a feline monster named Grim as her “familiar” — her magical half to compensate for her own lack of magical ability — and is appointed the “beastmaster” and the prefect of Ramshackle dorm.

Dorm: Ramshackle Grade: Freshman (First-year) Class: Class A (No. 9) Birthday: July 22 (Cancer) Age: 18 Height: 5'8 ft / 172 cm Dominant Hand: Right Homeland: Modern Earth Club: None Best Subject: Music Hobbies: Sketching Pet Peeves: Making contact with anything filthy Favorite Food: Anything with noodles Least Favorite Food: Soft drinks Talent: Playing instruments

Yuusha Tala is the witty and sarcastic prefect of Ramshackle who tends to be open and blunt with people depending on the situation (this bluntness sometimes lands her in trouble). Sometimes her confident facade fails her because, for the most part, the way she presents herself is an attempt to exaggerate herself in order to make herself seem more outgoing. In any case, the prefect still doesn’t fail to be also headstrong and stubborn, refusing to let others step all over her.

[💜|| Quick Notes ━━━━━━━━━━━━✦

I made Grim more cat-like in this yuuniverse just for fun :3

Has the same birthday as me aaaa

Like I said, this is also set in an AU where NRC is more like a university so that everyone is at least 18. So like:

First-years -> 18 Second-years -> 19 Third-years -> 20 Fourth-years -> 21 Leona -> 22

This ask lives in my head rent-free whenever I think about Yuusha's backstory and personality, so at this point, I just have her twisted from Frozen characters (mainly Elsa) when I hadn't initially intended for her to be so.

Another ask rambling about an overblot yuu + bits of her pre-twst.

[💜|| Random Facts ━━━━━━━━━━━━✦

💜 For the DND nerds: Yuusha has a high charisma stat who manages to roll consistently low and nat 1s. (For everyone else: Yuusha is a girlfailure whose social interactions fail her despite her confident attempts.)

💜 Can be very affectionate with people whenever she starts to vibe with them. And she tends to unashamedly throw around “I love you” a lot to those she genuinely cares a lot about to the point where it sounds disingenuous even though she does mean it earnestly.

💜 Caffeine addict™ and refuses to sleep unless necessary due to her nature as a workaholic. Yuusha knows that she becomes a very heavy sleeper and that she can be hard to wake up.

💜 Yuusha has an affinity for playing instruments. While she has her specialties in certain instruments, generally she can work pretty much any instrument she can get her hands on (and despite whether or not it can be considered a “normal” instrument).

💜 Her memory is abysmal when it comes to small things so she makes little notes in different ways to remind herself of things. But for some reason when it comes to sketching, suddenly her memory is picture-perfect.

💜 Started to work part-time in Mostro Lounge after Azul's overblot, admittedly a desperate choice to earn some income.

💜 After the Scarabia episode, Yuu often gets her extra food from Scarabia as long as she helps to cook (and is totally not an excuse to hang out with the Scarabia duo).

💜 Yuusha gets anxious and restless during dark mirror ceremonies. They remind her of orientation which was really not the best memory for her. She often has to go outside to catch a breath.

💜 She generally remembers bits and pieces of her past life when certain things cause her to remember them. She still feels extremely homesick despite the hazy memories. The one thing she cannot remember is the very moment she got taken by the black carriage, and has some fear of heights and being in deep water in relation to it.

-> art masterlist -> relationship dynamics (tba) -> extended lore (tba)

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Naive vs kindness

So as everyone has been unveiled for the new event, I was excited to see an event focusing on Kalim, Ortho, and Ace. I feel as though this is going to be a fun group. However, I’ve also noticed these three have some strong traits that tie into each other. Once again this is just my thought, so feel free to disagree or agree. 

Kalim is undoubtedly kind, but that often can be overlooked as him being naive. I personally don’t see his kindness as him being too naive, rather I see it as his truth. Kalim is someone who takes things as people say, he puts trust into other’s words and believes them earnestly. However, the problem here is that he’s surrounded by people who know how to use this trait of his to their advantage. Instead of it being an honest truth it’s now tied to him being naive because he isn’t aware of what others are doing to him. Quite a problem, but it doesn’t seem like those closest to him truly try to tell Kalim he’s being taken advantage of. You could argue Jamil tries his best, but most of the time he tends to divert the situation. One could also argue that it’s Kalim’s fault as he’s blind to it. In the upcoming event story, I have a feeling Kalim will get lured to the circus on the account he believes he’s doing something good. On another note, Kalim has a piano behind him in his card, but it’s broken which is unusual for Kalim. Especially since he’s a member of the light music club and values music greatly. 

Now for Ace, I think he’s both kind and naive, even if he’s not the nicest. Ace has a very roundabout way of being kind, which is kinda similar to Lilia. They won’t say it straight up, but it’s enough to tell what they want to show or mean. As for him being naive, I think it’s his ignorance. He often forgets to read the fine print especially if he got involved with Azul when he was warned several times from Riddle. This would be the only way I could really see him getting involved in the circus. It’s that or maybe we’re getting Ace’s brother!!! I highly doubt it though, but it would be interesting if Ace’s brother was there as a magician or something. I’m only saying this because he learned magic tricks from his brother, and you often see them at circuses. But you know what you also see? Showmen. Ace’s outfit looks more like a showman than anything else and with his pose it looks like a show is going on. So maybe he’s playing a role which entitles him to be a puppet for the performance? Like is he tricked into performing??? Plus, with all the clocks I think there’s going to be something to do with time, maybe there's a time limit. 

Lastly, Ortho! I have high hopes for what we’re going to see with Ortho, especially since he’s going to be with Ace in another event! Otho is naive in the sense that he is learning about the world. Other than that aspect I can’t really see him being naive otherwise. For his kindness I would say I think he has just as much as the average person, but it’s a little selective. I can’t see Ortho being nice to those who have done him or those closest to him harm. Nor do I think Ortho is the most forgiving character. It’s a little tough to say where he truly lies on the meter for me. In regard to his card and the connections to the story, I wonder if he’s trapped. Ortho is the only character who is visually upset in his card. Plus, there’s a bird cage near him and with the solo spotlight, it looks like he’s trapped like a doll. Which is why he could possibly not have his heart flame visible. 

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Hiyori Tomoe - Games With Old Friends

Writer: Suika

Season: Winter

(Location: Starmony Dorms Common Room)

Hiyori: Hm? Nagisa-kun, what are you doing over there?

Nagisa: …… I’m looking at the tabletop games on this shelf.

…… I got interested after listening to Yuuta-kun’s circle talk about it a little while back.

Hiyori: Ah, you’re talking about the ASOBI club? I’ve heard Jun-kun talk about it sometimes.

Since they left them in this common room, it means that anyone can play with these tabletop games, doesn’t it?

Nagisa: …… It seems to be what Yuuta-kun’s group intended by leaving them here.

Hiyori: In that case, Nagisa-kun, let’s play together! I just happen to be free right now!

Nagisa: …… Fufu, thank you Hiyori-kun. However, there’s a small problem.

Hiyori: What problem?

Nagisa: …… You need three or more players to play the games put out here. There’re not many games we can play with, since it’s just Hiyori-kun and I right now.

Hiyori: Then it’s just a matter of calling up someone else! I’ll contact Jun-kun immediately……

Is what I thought I’d do, but I think he’s away for a photoshoot today?

Nagisa: …… Mm. It seems that Ibara also has a pre scheduled meeting in ES today.

Hiyori: Well, since it’s work it can’t be helped. We’ll get them to hang out when they’re back.

Tsumugi: Oh my. What are you two doing with all those things spread out on the table?

Hiyori: Tsumugi-kun as well as Eichi-kun, you’ve come at an excellent time! We’re just looking for people with time to spare♪

Eichi: Hiyori-kun, even if this is a shared open space, you shouldn’t leave things all scattered about like that.

Hiyori: How rude! I haven’t made a mess!

Nagisa: …… I planned to play some games here with Hiyori-kun, but we’re a bit troubled since we don’t have enough people. 

…… Do you two have any plans after this? If you’d like, how about playing together?

Eichi: Thank you for the invitation. However, I only meant to rest here for a bit before going back to work. Tsumugi is the same way too, right?

Tsumugi: Yes, but I’m okay with it.

I had some sudden work earlier today, but I somehow managed to finish it all by mid-morning.

I’ve just been working for a while, so this would be a nice change of pace♪

Hiyori: Fufu, then let’s play together, Tsumugi-kun. Look, come over here.

Nagisa: ……. What about you, Eichi-kun? If you’re busy with work, I won’t force you.

…… Yuta-kun said games are a lot more fun when there are more people to play with.

Eichi: …… Well, as Tsumugi-kun said, a little bit of it could be a nice change of pace.

Hiyori: You could have just earnestly said that you wanted to play.

Eichi: This and that are…… So this is a balancing game where you take away wooden blocks from the board, and the person who drops the board loses.

Nagisa: …… I know about the game where you put things down in turns, but for this one, you have to take them away, I see.

Tsumugi: It seems that what I heard about this game is true; this game needs quite a bit of preparation. I can’t seem to balance them on the board.

…… There. It seems that we managed to have the wooden blocks balanced on the board. Should we decide on the playing order now?

(Slight time skip)

Hiyori: Ahaha. The board fell down when it’s Eichi-kun’s turn, so this means it’s Eichi-kun’s loss.

Eichi: That move ruined the balance. It seems I miscalculated.

Nagisa: …… You need to consider the distance between the wooden blocks and the fulcrum, the shape and arrangement of the wooden blocks still left behind, before making the choice of which wooden block to take. This seems to be a game that requires one to use their head a lot more than I imagined.

Tsumugi: Yeah. The board tilts a lot whenever you take away a wooden block, so it makes my heart beat rapidly every single time.

Eichi: Yes. I’ve got a firm grasp on the balance between the wooden blocks and the board. Well then, shall we play again?

Hiyori: Hey, Tsumugi-kun. Is this small box another game we can play together?

Tsumugi: Yes. That’s a game where each player has to bring back treasure from the depths of the sea.The final rankings would be decided on the points of the treasures brought back.

It seems that since everyone is sharing the same oxygen tank, if even one person messes up, he will end up dragging everyone down and it’ll be game over.

Hiyori: So he said. It sounds a little difficult for someone greedy like you, right, Eichi-kun?

Eichi: That’s my line. If it’s a game that tests cooperation, wouldn’t it be a bad fit for Hiyori-kun?

Tsumugi: You two, let’s get along~

Eichi: Well then, do you want to play that game next?

Hiyori: Since we have so many games here, I thought it’ll be more fun if we play with a variety of them.

Nagisa: ………

Hiyori: Could it be that you already know this game, Nagisa-kun? Is there any other game you want to play?

Nagisa: …… No, that’s not it. I think I want to try playing this game too.

…… Sorry, I really enjoyed the balance game from just now, I wanted to play it one more time.

Hiyori: What, if that’s the case, you should have said that faster! Come on, Tsumugi-kun. Let’s get that game from earlier prepared one more time!

Tsumugi: Fufu, knowing that Nagisa-kun is enjoying it is making me happy too.

This is the game that Sora had told me he enjoyed♪ I’ll get it set up now.

Eichi: Ha…… You guys really are so free.

Hiyori: Good for you, Eichi-kun. You got your chance to get revenge on us.

Well, I’ll win the next round though♪

Eichi: …… Fufu, thank you. I’m looking forward to outwit Hiyori-kun starting from now♪

Don’t throw an unsightly tantrum just because you lost to me, okay?

<About one hour later>

(Location: Starmony Dorms Common Room (Evening))

Hiyori: Ahaha! You can have a lot of fun with commonfolk games too!

Nagisa: …… Mm. They have a charm that is completely different from chess and the likes. All the tabletop games were brimming with humour and were deeply interesting.

Eichi: Though, it takes up a lot more time than expected.

Tsumugi: I’m sorry, Eichi-kun. Everyone had so much fun, that I even lost track of time on when to stop playing.

Eichi: No, you don’t have to apologise, Tsumugi. I accompanied you for this long because I enjoyed myself too.

Hiyori: Mmhm. You should thank Nagisa-kun and I; who had invited you!

Eichi: I don’t really feel like thanking Hiyori-kun.

Hiyori: We’ve played quite a bit, but there are a few that we haven’t tried yet. We really can’t not call Jun-kun to come with us the next time we play.

Nagisa: ……I’ll try asking Ibara too.

Tsumugi: Seems like it’ll be a huge group. Then, I’ll ask Sora-kun if there is a game that can be enjoyed together by a lot of people.

Can I join you again when the time comes?

Hiyori: Of course. Better yet, let’s hold a game tournament in Starmony Dorms. That’ll be good weather……☆

Nagisa: …… Each individual has their own style of thinking. Rather than playing with just one person all the time, playing with a lot of people might serve to widen your range of strategy.

Eichi: I see. It’s a good idea for something like recreation.

It might be a good idea to take videos of idols on their days off to distribute them.

It just so happens that I was in the middle of formulating the details of my next project. I thought I should connect this to the plan.

Hiyori: Eichi-kun always likes to fill the gap in his free time with work. That’s just like Ibara.

But, I’ll forgive you. When the time comes, make sure to capture my gallant figure in the video♪

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TL NOTES:

A nice little easter egg in the title; the title has a kanji in reference to the ‘ex’ in ex-fine. However, since ‘ex-friends’ does not entirely convey the dynamic between these characters, Mod decided to go with ‘old friends’.

Mod went on a little rabbit hole of tabletop games categorization on the internet due to this story. The games played in this story seem to be Bamboleo and Deep Sea Adventure.

[dustedmagazine]

The Bug Club — On the Intricate Inner Workings of the System (Sub Pop)

The Bug Club spins like a tilt-a-wheel at the county fair, a giddy, silly, gut-checking ride that leaves smiles and bruises in equal measure.  The band, from Wales, combines tipsy whimsy with big beefy riffs, making twee precious fun of everyone (including themselves) against a hard rock clangor.  If you ever wondered what Tiny Tim might have sounded like fronting AC/DC, have a listen.  It’s 100% fun. 

Consider for instance, the grinding, squalling, heavy rock furor that, musically at least, makes up “A Bit Like James Bond.”  Yet over this wall of dissonance, this bass-bounding, guitar-roaring foundation, comes a jaunty fancy.  “Everybody thinks they look a bit like James Bond,” chants Sam Willett, gleefully, daring you to contradict him.  He knows it’s ridiculous, but he’s just about able to keep a straight face as he lists all the things that link him to 007, very un-spy like things like collecting commemorative stamps and gluten intolerance and a black Passat in the garage.  “I certainly couldn’t give a shit…about the consequences of my acid wit,” he declares, before a dead stop and a turn in the rock and roll mayhem, and that, at least, seems like the absolute truth. 

“Lonsdale Slipons” is the best of these tracks, a vaudeville shuffle arranged for electric bass and drums.  It’s a “Let’s dance” kind of song, and you can easily see the whole band shimmying across the stage, Willetts, his partner in art (and the source of that bouncing bass line) Tilly Harris and drummer Dan Matthew, all jittering in silly synchrony as the music plays them off.  That’s the high point, but not by much.  “Quality Pints” punches and grins and erupts in rockabilly guitar squawks, as it celebrates the search for a good beer.  “Pop Single” satirizes the songwriting process, earnestly proposing a quiet section “for the dancers to twirl” and a key change which, voila, occurs as they sing.  And “We Don’t Care About That” pokes at the generation gap, in a hard vamping enumeration of all the things that Willets/Harris et al. do not want to hear about any more (traffic, books, the problems with new microwaves).  “Stop talking, shhhhhhhhut up,” they sing after every stultifying verse.  Yet they do it with such joy that it hardly stings at all, even if you’re of an age where you might be the target. 

A few years ago, I had the opportunity to ask Gwenifer Raymond and Cate Le Bon (separately), what distinguished Welsh music.  Raymond identified a certain dark humor and Le Bon noted the willingness to follow your own weirdness, regardless of what people thought.  I’d say the Bug Club checks both boxes and hurray for that. 

Jennifer Kelly

[wayward-persephone]

Adding onto the Jolly fic req that needed more meat. Disclaimer I've never seen the movie.

What if reader was just some inexperienced, naive, pure soul who was curious about Jolly's bar. I mean... pretty lights, colorful smoke, interesting music. Who wouldn't be drawn to it. Reader just thinks it'll be a fun place to go. And Jolly is so taken by you, he wants to be the one to corrupt you with fantastical drugs, alchohol and sex sex sex.

As soon as you show up at the entrance, Jolly spots you. How couldn't he? You stick out like a sore thumb. He's real curious why someone like you are here. 

"Well hello hello there, little star. What pleasures might you be seeking tonight?"

"Oh! This place looks fun, so I was just looking to get in."

The sound of your voice and your innocent sentence hit him. You're out of your element. Fresh meat in the shark tank. He can't just leave you on your own, you'd be eaten alive. So wouldn't it be best if he took you under his wing? Corrupt you in the right ways…

"You were looking to get in here?" He asks you teasingly, almost patronisingly, as he points to the club behind himself.

You smile and nod earnestly, and it just warms his heart. You are too pure.

"I just so happen to know the owner… and I'm sure he'd be honoured to show a pretty thing like you a good time.

He holds out his elbow for you to join him. The very act of you interlocking your arm in his with zero hesitation has Jolly grinning like a Cheshire cat.

You smile as he leads you into the club. So nice of him to lead you. "So who is the owner?"

Jolly chuckles. "Honey… you're walkin' with him."

He looks down at you to see you give him a shocked expression. Truly star struck. He can't help the swell he feels in his chest and in his pants. A delicious little ego boost.

That sudden boost spurs him to run with you farther into the club. "C'mon darlin'! You ready to have some fun?!" He stops dead in his tracks, you following suit so perfectly. He can't help but twirl you. "You trust me?" He stares deep into your eyes and cups your face in his hands.

You, with wide eyes full of amazement, nod at him.

His grins madly. You are going to be his perfect little plaything...

"Then let's go baby."

He coaxes you to drink super delicious cocktails. You're stumbling slightly now but feel confident, hitting the dance floor as Jolly watches you like a predator from afar. Making sure no one touches you. Watching you loosen up and have fun… knowing that this is just the start.

He joins you on the dance floor. Being sure to stay PG… just holding your hands and twirling you. Have to start slow, don't want to scare you away.

You're ready to sit down and catch your breath, so he takes you upstairs to a VIP area. Soft plush couches, circular table in the centre with a stripper pole. Jolly watches you jump onto the couch settling in as you smile to yourself. He settles right beside you with his arm over his precious little guest.

He picks up a shisha pipe (or whatever alien drugs) and takes a long drag from it. He's not looking at you but he can feel your eyes on him. He turns to you and watches you melt as you stare at the colorful smoke seep out of his nose like a bull.

"Here you go darlin' this will really make you feel like a lil star."

You take it and do as he did. But playfully blow the smoke in his face.

How cute of you. He starts rubbing your arm with his knuckles… forcing himself to be patient as he feels the drug take effect.

This warmth slowly starts to overtake you, starting at your fingers and toes and slowly growing to your centre. The heat specifically pulses between your legs And you start to squirm in your seat. Suddenly you're very aware of his body next to yours… and you need more.

Jolly watches you gradually become more restless. If he didn't have so much experience with this drug he would have already ripped off your clothes and devoured you by now. But he has enough control to sit there and watch you lose yours.

You start rubbing your thighs together as you instinctively lean into Jolly's body.

He runs his finger along your cheek and guides your chin to look at him. "How you feelin' darlin?"

"Goooood." You look up at him with half-lidded eyes that are FILLED with needy lust. That look makes Jolly's cock twitch.

He rubs his thumb against your lower lip. "You sure are squirming a lot."

You pout at him and lazily stick your tongue out to cushion his thumb. Jolly nearly snaps… but he takes in a deep breath and sighs out his nose regaining his composure.

"Here." He lifts you up so you're straddling his thigh. "Let's see if this helps." His hands are rubbing your hips, he doesn't bother to shift or hide his hard on.

Your body moves on it's own, it knows what it needs. You've never felt so lewd in your entire life. Feeling your pussy happily grind against this nice man's leg. Your tongue hangs out and you see Jolly glare at you with such pride.

His hands roam from your hips, grazing over your waist, ribs and ass. "Look at my lil star go."

You smile to yourself in pure bliss at hearing those words leave his mouth. "Your little star." Your hands go to his, feeling him feel you.

He smiles wide, his hand goes to your face. He has you. He fully has you. His new special plaything. "That's right darlin'. My lil star."

OMFG I LOVE THIS

I Need More 😤💥💳💥💳💥💳

[thefloatingstone]

while re-thinking about the whole "WHY make a Sailor Moon Reference in Superman's climactic scene?" I made up in my mind a whole separate Magical Man transformation where i completely ignore that he came to earth in a giant ship rather than a small pod so his cape start out in the shape of his escape pod and "break like an egg" when his human parents worriedly call out to him the thing is, when western cartoons do magical girl transformation reference they're usually done as a one-off thing, ("reference" being the key word, because they can make it good when they play it straight -e.g. w.i.t.c.h., winx club, miraculous ladybug) so if it's just a one-time thing why not have the narrative take part in it? they're not reusing it in multiple episodes either way! It doesn't need to mirror its inspiration exactly when the narrative purpose is completely different! Let the Superman logo appear from his heart with the realization that his kryptonian power is fueled by his love for humans thanks to the humans in his life! It doesn't need to happen in multiple episodes so make it worth it! Make it Good! You can make sailor moon references on twitter! you can put them in funny scenes! there's no need to put them in key points of the show!

This is basically just what I feel as well, yeah.

Like I said in the video, if you wanted to do a transformation scene for that moment, then do it earnestly and try to build your own iconography. it can still BE a transformation sequence, but do one that's your own.

Even tho they did it every episode, the Winx Club managed to have 9 or 10 seasons of transformation sequences and not a single one of them made me go "oh this is obviously a Sailor Moon reference".

I mentioned it in the video but I would try and look for inspiration elsewhere. I mentioned Super Sentai possibly but Super Sentai's transformations are actually extremely short and most of the visuals come from the role call AFTER the henshin and not the henshin itself. However I don't mean for them to copy Super Sentai instead. But just to see what other alternatives exist for a henshin and not just Sailor Moon because it's the only henshin you know about.

I actually started watching a Kamen Rider series to see how they do henshins as well. Only to discover, at least the kamen Rider series I decided to watch, Kuuga, doesn't have a henshin. His powers and outfit just appear on him instantly. Which is cool but didn't give me footage I could work with. (so now I'm just watching it for fun and as another superhero thing I can have as mental comparison rather than JUST Marvel and DC)

Although it seems other Kamen Rider shows do have some more flourish with their Henshins.

That feeling when the Sailor Moon Super Sentai is less derivative of the Sailor Moon anime than your Superman show

Ok but also.... consider....

[quidfree]

Thoughts on the Charles x Francis relationship? Because I have so many

oh god it's so much.....there's so much to say but to me it's just so upsettingly doomed

francis being canonically in love with charles is so francis. like it's such in character masochism. charles is the handsome easy-breezy charming guy with not-so-hidden rage issues and a drinking problem everyone brushes under the rug. of course that's who francis pines after. like aghhh

now early in canon it's the whole exquisite suffering thing bc despite this whole little character drama they are also just friends who get along. francis is the twins' bestie. they have fun. they make jokes. they're kind of sensitive souls. they have a sort of joint debonair laissez-faire hedonist energy. it's very old boys club maurice vibes. for francis charles is his friend he is in love with. from charles POV they are friends yes but the whole sex thing is just kind of another mindless indulgence.

charles is always hard to pin down bc while he has consistent traits a lot of his personality shifts drastically from a to z. so i'm open to argument. but i personally think he's not especially into men. he lets the francis thing happen but it's like any of the kind of grimy things he does when he's drunk - he doesn't want to think about it the next day and he quietly kind of holds it against francis. as for francis' feelings he does not take them especially seriously bc he just doesn't take francis that seriously. poor francois! etc.

i respect the fix-it post-canon shippers but for me i think for how francis and charles end up their relationship is doomed from jump. when francis is fumbling desperately to fix charles' downward spiral and charles is aggressively shutting him out and decrying him as an untrustworthy nobody, you can see the imbalance very clearly- francis trying questionably but earnestly, charles refuting him cruelly but not insensibly. and i think that's kind of the set-up with them. bc francis sleeping with charles only when they're drunk and when charles denies interest otherwise is fucked on Both of their parts for different reasons.

i think you could tilt your head and read it differently- like maybe charles does reciprocate on some level and just drinks before sex for deniability, and the fall-out at the end is worsened by shattered illusions/bitter ex energy on his end- but for one thing i still don't see the relationship really bouncing back from that, and for another there's the camilla of it all (as in i think charles' primary focus of interest is unfortunately his sister). the inevitable collapse remains. i 1000% can see post-canon rehab reunions, with or without messy undefined relationship rebounds, but charles eventually fucking off to run a bar with a random woman rather than having a falsettos style on-and-off drama with francis in boston just feels in character.

also i always come back to francis drunkenly kissing camilla for a laugh and charles almost wrenching his arm out of his socket. like that's... yeah.

[inkofamethyst]

Summer Goals 2024

Personal goals while i'm here

get back on track for my 12-book reading goal (starting a nonfiction book last month grinded my progress to a halt, gotta catch up) (prob w SJM)

crochet one (1) item of clothing (preferably in a public park, a la "the most interesting girl in the city" ofc)

learn mosaic crochet so I can finally make a Journey scarf (but the cream and gold one bc mosaic can only use two yarn colors at a time)

keep up with coding! probably just working on my game(s) for fun hehe

hit da club - technically complete 11 may

flirt with ONE man - complete 25 may

export all R code from my undergrad dropbox

clean up my undergrad gdrive

read Nightwing Vol 1: Leaping into the Light (2016(?)) (and also the rest of that run bc the pinterest images have me hooked omg (though apparently it hasn't ended yet which,,,, ugh is annoying))

if not Nightwing then the Hawkeye run which my photo-friend believes is what Nightwing was in response to - complete 24 may

start learning music theory

try regular workouts at home or at the campus gym to gain upper body strength and improve cardiovascular health

cut out/assemble the pattern for that dress i wanna make

go to a classical music concert

open a HYSA!!!

Academic goals

brush up on my chimpanzee knowledge (1-2 articles a week) to prep for the class in the fall

go through the bioinformatics lectures on youtube from the class at this uni which is no longer taught but is apparently excellent (??? hours per week)

set up my coding environment and learn how to do basic bulk transcriptomic/epigenetic analyses

histology!!! (also fill out my lab notebook omg)

learn how to fully use a citation software (should only take a week or so)

Goals for when I visit home

make an indexed pattern binder so i can see every pattern i have up front and stop buying new ones that do the same things as ones I already own

assign many/most of my fabrics to particular projects

finish the black half circle skirt (waistband, bound buttonhole, hem!)

floral sleeveless mock neck top (mock up first?)

finish the trouser mockup

play my uke

play my flute... and earnestly attempt improvisation

binge pjo binge pjo binge pjo binge pjo binge pjo bi

The sewing ones are admittedly a little ambitious, as always, but I think the others are very very very doable, if a little crowded. The most challenging will probably be keeping up with python, working out regularly, music theory, and also finding the confidence to flirt (but who knows? maybe I won't have to force it). I don't anticipate being able to hit them all (I never do!), but it's nice to have options.

I think if I want to hit a lot of them though, I'm going to have to be structured with my day/week. Set up various curricula, timelines, (flexible) deadlines. Plus, some of these goals are very short-term, and should only take a day or week at most. I can totally sketch out what gets done when, and should have enough wiggle room in case things need to shift.

(also i did have 2023 goals i just never published them bc i forgor)

[rat-fern]

tiny lil update post on what’s been happening in my life if literally anyone cares lmao

- finished my second school term! my english final essay got flagged for ai bc i ended up using grammarly and i had 2 have a meeting w my prof abt it where i let her know and instead of giving me a 0, she marked it based on the percentage of how much jt said it was ai, so i ended up still passing that course with a c- and i don’t have to retake it 😭 passed all my other courses w flying colours tho!

- got a job! i work nearly every day at a secondhand store. it’s…. chaotic sometimes but i earnestly don’t mind it too much, i just wish i wasn’t still scraping by but i blame my rent for that

- fell into a new friend group where we’re all super close and we hang out every weekend now, and i go out to do something, usually to shows or to clubs/bars. it’s been a lot of fun!! i’m so happy to have a good group of friends for once and actually look forward to the weekends

- lost one of my angel fang piercings :( the stud fell off at the club one night and then my whole ass piercing fell out when i was working and i didn’t notice. unfortunately the hole closed up before i could get to it and now i’m just temporarily snaggletoothed for now

- have reached a point where i can say i’m completely over my ex and have kinda distanced myself a lot from her. we are healing!

- have developed a crush on one of my friends in my friend group who is usually someone i’d probably never go for type wise, like he’s a cishet white blonde boy rn but he’s soooo babygirl and he’s my personal babygirl project tbh