#gdi this took a turn

[s4lesman]

anyone who wears a full face mask makes the salesman uncomfortable by the way ; now i don't mean it in a dramatic way because there's a chance u won't notice it . he's used to it after all , but it takes the control of the situation from his hands . considering his past experience with the vips and everything , he prefers bare faced people . heh . BUT !! he's also got this thing that giving up control to a stranger in a mask turns him on now i don't know if that's trauma response or he's just a freak but i will write about it more .

[ronearoundblindly]

No Promises (2)

Lloyd Hansen x rival assassin!Reader

Don't Be Blue, Bunny Boy (see previous or LH Masterlist)

Summary: Lloyd underestimates how dangerous you are when he finds you wrapped like a gift in his hotel room.

Warnings for smut, but it's Lloyd so there's a knife, a gun, name-calling, cursing, drugging, dubcon due to somno, two a**holes in competition, unprotected sex (honestly, just never do anything Lloyd would do, okay? great. excellent. good chat), and possibly the best banter I've ever written gdi. Darkfic...but, like, funny??? For the love of everything, MINORS DNI. I have plenty else for you on my Light Masterlist, but this is not for you! WC 2k 🫣

*This CT 2024 Challenge work can be read completely out-of-context from the rest of the mini-series (which isn't even written yet anyway, lalalahhhh).

It’s bad enough you took the keycard off that fat fuck of a target first, but failing to follow you smacks Lloyd’s ego in just the wrong way. By the time he gets back to his luxurious hotel room, he’s fuming and itching to shoot something. You don’t need to be a mind-reader to know this; the man is still a man, after all, no matter how trained and controlled he thinks he is.

That’s why you’re here, trussed up in a sapphire blue bodysuit, smirking at the irritation radiating off of your rival as his eyes rake the length of your mostly-bare figure.

“Darling,” you burst, posing like a ‘50s housewife by the armchair, playful and sickeningly sweet. “You’re home! I was so worried.”

Anger quivers his lip coat till he vaguely resembles a pouting porcupine. God, you hate mustaches. You’re willing to bet—if you really put your back into it—you could hump his face with such friction, it’d rub him smooth. There are less-worthwhile endeavors that you’ve completely only today. Why not experiment?

“You have some fucking nerve, bitch.”

Lloyd keeps his steps forward into the room slow and casual, though his ire is obvious. He stops halfway across the carpet, unzips his leather jacket, and tosses it onto the foot of the bed.

He seems surprised when you strut over without hesitation; he hasn’t handed over any weapons, but you haven’t asked for a reason. Lloyd’s reputation is cocky, commanding, and curious—in that order—so he won’t start speculating till it’s too late.

Indeed, what possible harm could you inflict wearing this lil’ ol’ thing, huh?

As you get closer, his hand reaches out instinctually.

“Ah, ah, ah,” you tsk in warning. “If you rip my lace, I will gut you like a fish. Understood?”

“Can’t make any promises, but…”

Lloyd, undeterred, clamps his hand between your legs and runs a finger through your folds, proving the crotchless lingerie isn’t in danger of typical snags.

The pad of his digit is rough and teasing.

“I think we can work with that,” he growls.

Oh yes, he’s definitely, perfectly, and predictably cocky. What fun you’ll have.

You make a show of gasping when he starts dipping two fingers into your heat, rolling your head as if truly undone by the minimal effort, and wait for him to watch his own ministrations, distracted.

Then you strike.

You grab his wrist, twisting harshly, yanking the arm behind him, straddling his shoulders so your legs pinch over his neck, and he turns slightly to nip at your thigh. You’re not surprised he still thinks he’ll win.

His steely eye winks as he looks up.

“Bet I can make you cum first.”

A dramatic sigh escapes you. You release his arm to sensually smooth your palm down his body, bending to whisper, “that implies I give a shit if you come at all.”

You fling yourself backwards, using the momentum to catapult him over you and into the side of the bed.

The mustache emphasizes his sneer when Lloyd pushes up on an elbow.

“I, too, like using a firm hand when breaking bitches’ spirits,” he mutters, reaching for his switchblade which you present instead, wiggling it in your hand with a grin.

“Oh, bunny boy, were you too firm to notice my gentle caress?” You deftly unlatch and expose the knife’s edge. “Now, strip.”

You tick the blade quickly for effect.

“Show me some skin so I can mark my two points so far. I know how you love to keep score.”

Lloyd rights himself, peeling his black turtleneck over his head and smoothing his hair into place calmly. “I can kill you just as easily naked as I can clothed.”

“Of course, cutie pie, and I’m counting on many little deaths.” You look at the knife in your hand, concerned. “Please tell me this isn’t the biggest weapon you're packing, or I’ll be so disappointed.”

He’s smug while unbuckling his belt and shucking off his pants. Lloyd Hansen now proudly stands stark nude.

You let your eyes go comically wide, but then your brow furrows and you shrug.

“You’re welcome to keep talking while I sit on your face, but otherwise… I’m unimpressed.”

Lloyd huffs with indignation.

“Fuck you.”

Like the footballer he used to be, he rushes you.

“Promise?” you coo, dodging him and landing a sharp smack to his butt cheek. It’s spectacularly sculpted, plump, and rock hard all at once.

“Oh my! Darling, you did not lead with your best asset…” You notice the faint scar on his pale skin and giggle. “Little prick got pricked, I see.”

Your amusement gives him a split second to grab you, and Lloyd uses the opportunity to shove you back into the window so violently the thick glass rattles its frame.

“Shut your fucking mouth,” he spits viciously, not so cocky as before.

“Isn’t that what I’ve been begging you to do for me, sweetheart?”

Mouth hanging open in a taunt, one hand strokes him, the other warns. The tip of the knife you still wield barely grazes the notch between ribs where you could swiftly puncture his lung. Lloyd watches, fuming and mesmerized, until you transfer the pooling saliva to your palm and resume jerking his cock.

“A firm hand really does make you harder, doesn’t it?”

That snaps him out of it.

He scrambles to bend you over that same armchair you started at, and Lloyd’s version of prep is a single, perfunctory dig of two fingers into your cunt.

To his credit, you are dripping wet for him, so, though his need to check before chaffing himself wasn’t necessary, he rewards you with a beautifully debauched moan as he sinks to the hilt with one thrust.

Lloyd’s got something to prove.

Good.

He’s so focused on groping around to your breasts beneath the stretchy lace that you stick the switchblade deep into the chair’s cushion and hold on; whatever else you’re doing is irrelevant to him. There is only fucking. There is only feeling as if he owns you in this moment.

You let out a high whine and goad him. “Love it when you’re gentle with me, sweetie.”

That earns you an unhinged snarl and the pummeling slap of his hips against your thighs.

He’s so easy to motivate, a majestic maniac on a mission to turn you stupid, if only until the stench of sex dissipates. If the idiot would just reach down to your clit, you’d spare him, but Lloyd is a man.

A selfish, egotistical princeling who’s a good marksman and a shit human. Good, for the business you two are in. But not as good as you.

You sigh like you’re bored, sinking your chin to rest on your outstretched arms.

He stops moving, grunting as he pulls out of you and snapping one of your shoulder straps.

“Fine. You wanna put in the work, sunshine? You go for it.” Lloyd flops onto the bed, face up, his arms spread wide and high.

Of course, he’s going for the gun under the pillow. You know it, you’ve anticipated it, and you decided it would be a nice safety blanket to leave him, to keep him feeling comfortable.

So you crawl on top of him anyway, rocking yourself against his cock for a few seconds before shifting higher. You giggle for emphasis.

You’re just here to fuck him. You’re just here to fuck with him. That’s the truth, and he knows it. Lloyd simply doesn’t know the conditions of both your releases…yet.

“Such a desperate slut,” he rumbles as you settle above his face.

Before you cover your view of him, you pinch at his jaw and smirk.

“Only munches wear a fucking mustache.”

His cheek gets a condescending pat when he smiles back.

He’s cute when he’s having fun, apparently.

Lloyd licks his lips and slowly lifts his head to swipe at your entrance. “You owe me that fucking keycard.” He delicately kisses your folds before his tongue darts out to circle your clit. “And I’ll get it from you one way or another.”

You can hear the rustle of his hand over the sheet. Not even a solid suck on your cunt, and he’s already going for the gun…

“Oh, come on,” you plead, ignoring his threat. “Finish your meal, champ. I know you can do it.”

His eyes narrow, peeking past your mound as he growls, gripping your thighs hard enough for you to collapse forward.

Sloppy. The best word to describe Lloyd eating pussy is sloppy. He contributes as much as you do to the glide of his whole face over every intimate inch of skin. Because you’re sitting with weight mostly on him—some of it still rests on your knees—each movement pushes his nose, lips, tongue, and stache around with enough fervor to polish your raw nerves.

Honestly, it’s a shame he ruins the moment by slipping his hand under the pillow and pressing the silencer's muzzle to your side.

Petulance dialed to maximum, you whimper, “you said I could come first!”

Your hand falls below your navel, clutching the lace like he’s already wounded you, and Lloyd proceeds to laugh right into your cunt.

He doesn’t have time to form a comeback once you peel the sheer, protective layer away from the patch of fabric a mere inch above the opening of the bodysuit. If he’d have paid any proper attention to you, he’d’ve found it, but he didn’t.

The fumes of chloroform-drenched cobalt engulf Lloyd in the suffocating proximity of the bed and your body. He has nowhere to go but under.

The gun falls away once his limbs go lax.

You sit directly on his chest for the few seconds it takes to realign the inner and outer barriers of your dainty, chemical warfare, then you shimmy off of him.

He actually looks quite peaceful this way.

His features are carefree, his broad, smooth chest rises and falls steadily, and his…

Well.

Lloyd’s dick lays erect and proud on his stomach, unfazed by unconsciousness. It’d be an even greater shame to waste that.

“It’s ok, peanut,” you whisper out of habit now, forced to imagine the twitch of his lip, the pop of the vein in his neck. “This is your chance to make it up to me.”

It’s not difficult to take him into your still-sopping core, and once you angle yourself to grind on the cut of his abs, all Lloyd’s previous buildup rushes back. His ass may be the star of the show, but his dick is no fluffer act. He’s packing enough to nudge at that perfect spot relentlessly as you ride him, and you openly mewl as you approach the height of your orgasm.

You imagine he’d say you sound so pretty and pathetic.

He’d probably ask if this is the best you can do, but that makes you fuck him harder until you crash into a wall of pleasure, sweaty, exhausted, resting against that broad chest.

You catch your breath after a short while, skin humming with excitement. Absently, your hands paw at his sides for a tiny bit of comfort.

That thought gets buried in a tense heartbeat, and you climb off the bed, pleased to notice the sheer amount of cum and his softening dick means he finished, too.

You’ll leave that as a souvenir.

The plan was to carve a little message on him—nothing that would permanently scar—but you can’t bring yourself to mar such a glorious ass. That would be akin to treason. Seriously, if he had simply walked around you in a bathing suit with that thing, you would have slipped the keycard into his waistband and thanked him for his service to your wet dreams.

A bit of dried cum smeared all over his pelvis and dripping down his balls, his useless pistol still in-hand, will do fine as a statement.

You clean yourself up, snatching your real clothes from the closet where you hung them tidily beside his own, and give a gentle grip to his immobile knee where it hangs off the bed.

“Sweet dreams, bunny boy. Maybe I'll let you win next time.”

[Next Part: I Left You Something On The Body]

[Main Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

This work was written for the amazing and inspirational Cum Together Extravaganza hosted by @stargazingfangirl18 and @labella420, but a special thanks to @buckymorelikefuckme for the earworm that would not quit. Poppy, you dark enabler you... I fucking love you!

Prompts: "Bet I can make you cum first." || Somnophilia || enemies-to-lovers || Characters A + B cum together at the same time

dividers by @/saradika-graphics (blue art deco) and @/cafekitsune

[xhollowfaerie]

silverv drabbles #6

a/n: a little sequel to #5, a lotta (unspoken) feels; here are two beautiful Never Fade Away piano covers on yt that I love <3

warnings: mention of physical abuse, abusive parents (gdi this is like a universal passive for anything related to my V's past)

- Some days later, Peralez residence.

“May I?” “Oh, of course. Go right ahead. Didn’t strike me as a pianist.” “It was a pipe dream, a lifetime ago.”

Something nipped at Johnny’s heart. Of course. He remembered how much she’d wanted to play guitar; how she was always humming. He even caught her singing once or twice, and fell for her voice much harder than he’d ever care to admit.

Her parents had turned her into their own little Renaissance kid - he’d never fail to be impressed and angered all the same to hell and back on her behalf at just how many things she’d been trained to be excellent at, just how much bullshit they’d drilled into her. Piano had been one of them; Johnny had never seen a ten year old play the piano as expertly as he had seen in her memories. Her skills had hit pro before she’d even turned 18, but she could never shake the wishful thinking that she’d play an electric guitar one day. And even with the amount of times her parents had slammed the fall board against her fingers for even the smallest mistake, she’d still grown to love it, in a bittersweet way. With a heavy feeling, Johnny finally came to realize that had been the only type of love she’d ever known - conditional, having to fight tooth and nail for any semblance of it, and filled to the brim with pain.

His eyes widened as her fingers glazed over the keys with a ghost of a smile; he recognized the tune immediately; heart threatening to leap out of his chest at the rush of emotions crashing into him.

Never Fade Away. But in the most heartbreakingly beautiful piano rendition he couldn’t have ever even dared to imagine.

Valerie lifted her eyes to glance at him as she played, giving him a genuine smile as the tears shined in her eyes without ever rolling down. She blinked through the dampness, moving her eyes to look out the beautiful penthouse windows of the Peralez apartment as she swayed atop the stool, closing her eyes for the remainder of the song as it neared its end. If she glanced at Johnny, she knew she would burst into tears; worse, she feared he might be able to hear her thoughts, much too melancholic and enamoured than either of them were comfortable acknowledging; she’d, rather shyly, attempt to show him a fraction of a fraction of it through the slow dance of her fingers atop the keys.

“An original? I don’t recognize that one” Elizabeth mused. V’s fingers lightly concluded her performance with a pianissimo scaling of the keyboard, delaying for just a few moments before playing the last note.

“You could say that. Not mine, though-” Johnny glitched in to lean against the piano, earning a playful scolding stare from her- “a very close friend’s.” He took his sunglasses off, letting out a deep breath before taking her aback with the most intimate intensity in his eyes, one she’d never felt before.

Maybe the things she meant to tell him through the piano reached him after all. Who knows if either of them would ever find the courage to say them out loud.

In an attempt to cut through the thick tension between them, she gave him a wink and stole his sunglasses, placing them atop her head as she followed Elizabeth, grabbing his arm and pulling him after her.

[theharmonious13]

Body Discovery 4

Before I accidentally spoiled myself of this happening I REALLY thought it would be only one because of diverting the Danganronpa norm. I DON'T KNOW WHO IT WILL BE AND I'M SCARED.

They took advantage of the Woodshop being banned so the body would be found later than expected... gdi

THEY KILLED TSUNO AS SHE ENTERED!? WTF WTF WTF WTF

They HAVE TO HAVE BEEN KILLED THE SAME WAY

I AM PERSONALLY MURDERING OKAZAKI REGARDLESS OF THE RESULTS AND THE POTENTIAL SECOND PERSON WHO SET UP THIS FUCKERY

If ANYONE blames Wada for this I'M COMING FOR THEM TOO

256 - Double Homicide

Everyone is freaking out I AM TOO

Wada is LOSING IT AND I AM SO SAD FOR BOTH HIM AND HASEGAWA

Both of those are more like background characters... am devastated they killed off the prominent fan favourite characters, MY FAVOURITE CHARACTERS

Wada's turn to tell everyone to shut up 😭

Them not being able to investigate because of fear of traps is fucked

Okazaki is quick to dismiss that it could be the same murderer, I know this is too obvious a blackened but I AM PRAYING WITH ALL MY SOUL ITS HER AND SHE GETS EXECUTED JUST AS BRUTALLY

257 - Midnight Metropolis Double Murder: Body

Poor Wada has Tsuno's blood on his face...

Big Stakes...

Mai's outburst about two people dying after Shigeki mentions that she's acting weird today...

258 - Midnight Metropolis Double Murder: Woodshop

Even though we all saw it coming I don't like how they're accusing Wada just because of the saw and the note

Wada angst LET'S GO

Hiroaki was never grateful for anything Tsuno did... I like this take from Wada's perspective even though we know it's incorrect

Hiroaki forgot what he did to Wada, DUDE- 💀

Wada has lost two people now/same with Hama, they're both like Himiko from V3 😭

259 - Midnight Metropolis Double Murder: Computer Lab

I know we have to see them have scenes but OKAZAKI GET TF OUT OF HERE

WADA going off at Okazaki YES PLEASE

Wada's voice actor POPPING OFF

I'm so relieved Wada is finally standing up for himself... I just wish he could've done it while Tsuno was alive, she'd be so proud of him

What does Wada have? Either way 'none of your business' being snapped at Okazaki after everything she's done is well deserved

Investigating in pairs after all this petty Tamba bullshit? Okazaki get tf out

DON'T BE AMUSED THAT WADA IS STANDING WHERE HIS BLOODSTAIN IS, YOU'RE FUCKED UP IN THE HEAD OKAZAKI

Have some manners!? Excuse me!? Okazaki... I don't get why people are fans of her, especially after this (I half understood in the previous chapters but this is just 💀)

Wada hit her and blood's back on his face!?

He stabbed her? Oh my god Okazaki is playing 4D chess with Wada and REALLY fucking him up I am NOT HAPPY ABOUT THIS

Wada is mentally DESTROYED

I'm glad Wada is going to be talking to Hayashi but my god I PRAY she takes his side

I know stabbing someone like that is very immoral but I don't care, my hatred for Okazaki is stronger 😭

My heart can't take much more of this torture 😩

260 - Midnight Metropolis Double Murder: Art Room

Lupitol! 😂

Hama reassuring Watari while she panics is my everything ♥️

261 - Reset Position

'I got a little bit stabbed' Funny as hell but why is Okazaki being so calm 😭

MAI IS PISSED AS HELL, YES MAI, GO FOR OKAZAKI'S THROAT

Okazaki getting picked up menacingly is worth it for now

Does Okazaki have Kamimura's tongue as a momento in her coat or something? Because THAT would be fucked up

The fandom pointing out that Tamba was very adamant about not going to the Woodshop is concerning... but we all know by now who I think the killer is regardless of the facts presented before us 😅

All I'm saying is if Okazaki only killed Tsuno to fuck with Wada because she knew she could get away with it I WILL BE VERY FILLED WITH HATRED

I can't wait to watch the trial, I need as many details, answers and justice as I can get about this case

[adriwatchestoku]

Gavv ep 6

Time for more Shouma and His Little Dudes!

Obligatory Kamen Rider Buddy

holy SHIT the horror on Hanto's face when he realizes what happened

"transforming is such bitter chocolate" ooh someone gets to try dark chocolate

seeing Shouma surrounded by the little dudes while he eats new snacks is just so fucking cute

aww, the little dudes are going to patrol

Sachika just being like "OH MY GOD THESE TOYS ARE ADORABLE" like yes. You are correct. I love you.

Gochizo…

Little dudes Gochizo, go!

He was your father figure, wasn't he, Hanto

gdi this sucks

oh you just shut down, huh. Yeah, you aren't taking this well, Hanto

took care of you when you gave up on yourself… you know, that's… a turn of phrase.

(you were depressed and possibly passively suicidal after losing your mom and grandma huh)

YOU WANT TO PUT WHAT IN WHERE

Suga is just so fucking offputting

Hanto not wanting to be a guinea pig. I do not blame you

random aside i wonder if Shouma would like the peanut butter cup ice cream I'm eating

"hey you wrote that story about us. good money in that?" "oh hell no. but some stories need to be told"

oh he definitely was your father figure

The cgi for Dente eating… man, Toei, pay your fx staff better and don't overwork them.

Dente will do anything for snacks. He's me fr fr

I'll need to remember the little dudes are called gochizos, which is an utterly adorable name and I love it

oh I don't like the look on Suga's face

GOD I love the aesthetic of the Stomach family. The twins look amazing. Nylev, my dude, your glasses. I want them

suga wtf

look I know I just wrote something where Hiiro was operating on Emu with no anesthesia but I also wrote it with him having no other choice and he was trying to save Emu's life. You're just being cruel, Suga

The gochizo popping open in shock at seeing the street performer's gavv, oh my god. you are so adorable

shouma how did you immediately outdo your gochizo in adorableness

suga. wtf. you just want to see Hanto in pain

oh being a street magician and having one trick being the disappearing girl is smart… except people are going to wonder when she'll reappear and when she doesn't…

hm, not that smart then

oh hm yeah the Rider Kick won't do much unless you get like. The exact right angle for it where it won't just slip off

hanto struggling to go fight right after surgery and here's suga just recording it

Do I not like Suga? I want to see more of him. I want to see if he's terrible or if he's just weird, and how this man ticks

oooh, so that's what the chocolate henshin looks like

"can't hit one" he's fresh out of surgery give him a break

holy SHIT the desperation Hanto has in this fight

I love when suit actors don't show off how well they can fight but use their skills to show a desperate man scrambling to find a way to win and using no technique, just pure will and emotion

Or Takaiwa in Den-O portraying all versions of Den-O and their different fighting styles, including Ryotaro and his inability to fight

goddamn takaiwa is a legend

SUGA. MY DUDE. ASK FIRST

some day I'm going to say fuck watching one episode of gavv a day and just consume. This is fun.

[mtkay13]

Qi Ye ensemble cast poster, second edition

Yet another one of those LOL Qi Ye just has that power over me. You know the drill; more info below!

I'll go straight to the point: my main reason to draw this was because I wanted to draw the most somber, dark-looking Helian Qi possible with some dark cross-hatching effect. And because I don't want to draw a Helian Qi solo image because who the HELL does that, I had to turn it into an ensemble cast thing again. I just REALLY like to do that for Qi Ye, for some reasons!!! For a general note, first: shading was a PAIN but making a nice composition and thinking about how to make a hierarchy that both works in terms of storytelling and visual composition was fun. I also liked finding out the "color scheme" to use and I do like lineart. So, now, little notes about each character, and the obligatory name poster just so I'm sure we all know whom I'm talking about:

Jing Beiyuan: I've mentioned it before but drawing Beiyuan is like. The easiest for me, I think, out of ALL Qi Ye/TYK characters combined. He happens to have my general goto "pretty face" (which conveniently has peach blossom eyes). I'm happy with how he turned out here! And got to put the sable around his neck which makes for a nice additional touch. Helian Yi: He's easy to draw as well and I'm glad with how the guan turned out. He initally looked sideways, but I liked it better having him wistfully stare into the distance. Helian Zhao: has the exact same face as in the other, coloured poster, and that cracks me up bc that wasn't even intentional. Helian Pei: GDI I find him so hilarious. He looks so done and out of it. Shout out to all his bird as well, which, I find, really complete the look. Helian Qi: I can't possibly say that I love him as an antagonist because there's nothing to love about this literal trash, but I'm still grateful that we got some of the most rancid stuff going on in Qi Ye just because of him and I'm always here for that. He deserves the villain visual treatment, at least. He was VERY fun to draw and I tried to push that nasty grin and shading as much as possible. He turned out exactly how I wanted him to! (the shading on his face and the balance of light and shadow was a bit of a challenge, actually)

Wuxi: Again, a rather easy one, always pleasant to draw! I loved working on his hair (but complained a lot while doing so)--which I think turned out nicely. Bai Wuchang: Finally! Finally I draw him!! He had to be there, since he's like. The base of the whole Qi Ye plot. Lining him was....... a pain, but at least it looks nice.

Su Qingluan: nothing much to say--I think it's always important to have her there in Qi Ye stuff, and I put her next to Helian Zhao because of how he tried using her--but it did make me feel bad for her when I realised that. Song Ping'an: The real star of the show, lowkey, but always alert and present. Feng Xiaoshu: FINALLY. PRINCESS JING'AN. I'm sorry I took so long to draw her. I want to work on a proper design, I swear. To make up for having completely forgotten to include her in the other spread. I'm so sorry. I like how her face turned out! Liang Jiuxiao: I never, ever, EVER get enough of drawing him. Have I mentioned how much I like him? How much of a great surprise he was reading Qi Ye? How many times I've wanted to high five because finally someone is as confused as I am? I love drawing this very specific smile on him, SO satisfying. Also Bichen said he was "THE Qi Ye antagonist" and I live for that LOL Zhou Zishu: do I really need to say anything atp Jiang Xue: I'm so sorry I put Xiao Xue next to ZZS. The cruelty. But she came out really cute didn't she T_T Anyway that's it. I'm still obsessed with Qi Ye and given my current (totally secret) retranslation project I'm nowhere near done going crazy about this book.

[telliusisgay]

Oh man, so I have a story to tell.

I was playing through PoR and talking about how cute it is that Nealuchi treats Naesala like a little kid. My partner mentions how this art piece of some crow illustrations I have on the wall looks like photos that Nealuchi took of Naesala as a child playing in crow form lol.

So this starts us pretending to be Nealuchi at each other saying, “Have I shown you pictures of my grandson Naesala? He was such a cute little nestling!”

So we would start to laugh whenever we would walk past the picture and eventually it turned into a game of pranking each other into looking at it. We’d be having a normal conversation and then all of a sudden, one of us would go, “Oh! By the way…. Have I shown you pictures of my grandson Naesala?”

But of course we started to be more wary anytime one of us would start a sentence, so one day I took a picture of it on my phone and then pretended I had a meme to show him, but of course, it was my grandson Naesala.

Then he got me back by pretending there was a spider in the bathroom he needed me to take outside and it was the picture of Naesala.

So Naesala has just been indirectly causing havoc in our household, which is very in character for him lol.

Gdi Naesala.

This is the artwork btw:

[revengemicrowave]

Suspecting tumblr might eat this because it's huge... (edit: it's half the size it should be. gdi.)

I saw @thesmallmeggles post on heights, and took another swing at getting them all in one to hopefully help out anyone who Must Know These Things. I feel you. I'm so glad it's not just me haha

Rekka and Macaron have been resized to the best of my judgement from a looooot of photomode pics. I originally did the cm to feet via Google...only to now realise it does ft in decimal points, not foot'inch". Why.

So. Revised heights for everyone, from where I think top of the skull is, rounded to nearest inch:

Roxanne - 188cm / 6'2" (w/ heels) Kale - 201cm / 6'7" (prev 6'5") Roquefort - 161cm / 5'4" Mimosa - 187cm / 6'2" (w/ heels) Korsica - 177cm / 5'10" Zanzo - 215cm / 7'1" (w/ heels) Rekka - 223cm / 7'4" Chai - 168cm / 5'6" (prev 5'5") 808 - 37cm / 1'3" Pepp - 159cm / 5'3" Macaron - 228cm / 7'6" CNMN - 222cm / 7'3"

Bonus: Roquewolf (apologies for grid - forgot to turn off) He also imported HUGE, so resized based on where Roquefort fits inside as it's all modelled.

(between ears) 314cm / 10'4" (top of fur/mane) 384 cm / 12'7" (tail, incl fire tip) 650cm / 21'4"

Edit: Added a no lines version below the cut if anyone wants it :)

[trytofic]

I said I would write it and I did it gdi! @wr-n posted a few prompts that I reblogged here and I was dying to write it! Soooo I hope you enjoy Dust and his new Bitty friend. I didnt know which sans to make the Bitty so I kind of just went with my gut and I chose science sans? Weither or no its what they orginally thought of when Dust got a Bitty, I don't know cause I'm an anxious little bean, who was scared to ask...

With Magic sparking and his laughter getting louder, resident left in Snowden could see Dust LV was wreaking havoc on not only his mental state, but everything around him. Buildings were crumbling or caught on fire. The smell of dust and smoke filled the air and the trees also started to light. The wind blew his scarf, and he could feel his shoulders tremble with the cold and his excitement. With twitching fingers, he began to search for more. 

Killer and Horror were off in Waterfall, he could hear them telling jokes and laughing even at the distance he was at. He could hear faint cries for help, and he wanted to join them. His feet took him away from the town, until a familiar sound of a portal came from behind. Instead of Nightmare or Error, it was Dream, his head held high with a sense of morality that Dust no longer held.

“Of course it’s you, ya goodie two shoes.” Soon Ink and Blue came out of the portal, surveying the area with sadness and pity in their eyes. It wouldn’t do them any good here and now. Dust turned and they all grabbed their weapons, knowing a fight was to come. Of course, Dust’s fingers twitched in excitement and a foul grin crossed his face.

He flies forward with a bone construct in his hand and the three before him just away, Ink being the fastest to rebound and swung with his paintbrush. Swift movements between the two began to create even more destruction in the area, trees falling and one building roof began to fall apart. Even the ground under them was disrupted. 

“Stop all this chaos! Please, let us show you the good in the universe!” Dream began to try and convince Dust. He simply replied with a snap of his fingers and several Gaster-Blasters appeared.

“Let’s have some fun!”

The roar of the blasters drowns out his manic laughter and Dreams pleas to stop. Ink took the brunt of the damage, flying back several feet. Blue was lucky enough to dodge them, hammer in hand, charged at Dust. When Dust jumped back to dodge, Blue’s hammer had been quicker and connected with his ribs. It took the wind out of him and sent him flying into the nearest building.

Crashing through the wood, he landed into the counter of some building that he didn’t remember seeing in his universe. He could hear water bubbling and the sound of some kind of metal clanking. What was this place, a pet shop or something? Those were usually in Hotland. He groaned as he sat up and removed himself from in the counter. He felt something heavy on his neck and took in a deep breath. The weight was gone, and he slowly blinked his eyes, seeing wood and glass covering the floor and his lap. He brushed off the small stuff and attempted to stand. He was sure he had a fractured rib or two and he mentally cursed at that blue idiot.  Stumbling out of the building, a hand over his ribs, he hissed when he felt the bite of cold. 

“Took ya long enough!” He glanced up to see Killer hanging out of a tree, his hoodie nearly falling off his body and a few scuff marks on his face. “The big guy can only take so much! I already called Boss to get us out of here but Horror needs a break.”

“Right..” He let out a groan as he summoned some bones to separate Blue and Horror. He could feel the concern coming off of Killer when he jumped down from the tree. But that wasn’t important. What was important was getting H out of danger. Which thankfully he had when he caught Blue’s attention. 

Dust walked forward, attempting to ignore the pain in his chest, and called forward his blasters and a flurry of bones coming from the ground to try and make sure Blue was far away from Horror. But as the blasters shot, a golden barrier surrounded Blue. When his eyes met Dream’s he saw a strong glow coming from them and it pissed him off. He ran forward and knew he needed to throw Dream off to get that barrier down and he knew exactly how to do it.

“Getting power from the joy I feel when I cause chaos, huh Dream?” He shouted and summed a bone to his hand. His eyes wide and a grin widening. “I never thought you’d be a subscriber of schadenfreude! Welcome to the damn club!” The comments were enough for the barrier to flicker, and Dust took full advantage of it. He swung his attack, and the bone sent the guardian into a tree when it collided, leaving Blue open for another attack. When he swung down, Blue had blocked with his hammer and the two began to struggle for the upper hand. Dust breathing became labored, he felt as though there was a weight on the back of his neck and his magic was slowly draining. When he finally pulled back, he heard the cry of Dream and looked to find his Boss had finally made it.

Nightmare held dream by the throat with one of his tentacles, a large grin on his face. There stood some of the most powerful beings in the universe and they were beautiful to Dust. A strength of their own caliber and an elegance all Nightmares own. Blue ran towards Nightmare and Dream and Dust felt like he could barely stand anymore. His knees hitting the cold, snowy ground, and his vision blurring. He felt large warm hand on his shoulder, knowing it was Horror, he leaned into it and reveled in the safe feeling. Horror was sturdy as he lifted Dust into his arms.

He felt Horror’s breathing as he ran towards their escape route and could barely hear Killer and Nightmare speaking with one another. Dream must have been let go in order for them to get Dust back to the castle. His soul was aching at the weak display, but his chest was burning with pain. The last thing he heard before his vision went dark was Nightmare say, “We need to treat Dust immediately”.

When he woke up, he felt stiff. Everything hurt and his neck and chest hurt. Every move made Dust wish he were… well dust. He groaned as he opened his eyes. He could smell some food being made and he felt his weighted blanket on his legs, probably one of the most thoughtful gifts Killer has ever given him. He was propped up with pillows and he could feel the comfort of the castle’s aura and he knew he was safe. 

Looking around he saw his messy room, clothing on the floor, candy wrappers and chip bags, and books littered his floor. His room was never clean, but now it was an organized mess? Piles of everything rather than everything scattered around. That must have been H. He smiled to himself until he felt a weight on his neck. He went stiff when the weight began to move. It was around his neck, inside his scarf. Had someone snuck into the castle? Into his room? His hand quickly shot into the scarf and grabbed whatever the offending thing was.

Gripped in his hand was a small skeleton. He wore a white coat and red glasses that were taped to the side of his skull. Dusts hand began to shake. It was a Bitty. And it looked like Sci. His eyes began to flare as he stared at it. How long as it been on his scarf? How long was it in his home? How long had he and his lovers possibly been in danger? The questions made his magic boils, and it began to crackle in his hand, shocking the small creature in his grasp. He wasn’t happy with the little trespasser, and he was going to end him. 

His grip tightened and he could feel it shake. The Bitties eyes squeezed shut and it let out a gasp. It was so small and weak, easy to kill, EXP or no. It shook its head and the red glasses fell, trying to struggle their way out of Dust’s hand.

“You’re so helpless.” His voice came out scratchy and soft. But when he spoke the Bitties eyes glared up at Dust. Not only a look that had fear but bravery. Determination. It reminded Dust of his own struggle. The human. The anger he felt. The LV slowly growing in his mana lines. His grip began to loosen and the Bitty shook as it raised its glasses back to its eyes. He pressed down on the worn tape to make them to stick. When his magic began to calm down, he took a breath, burning ribs be damned.

“I’m guessing you don’t have a name?” The Bitty shook its head. “Can you even speak?” The Bitties eyes scrunched and he reached towards the collar of his turtleneck sweater and showed off a long scar that crossed from one side to the other. It was a pale pink color, old as if the Bitty had it for years.

“We both have scars then. They show that we’re survivors.” He lowered the Bitty onto his lap and rolled up his sleeve to show several deep gashes and pink faded scars, much like the Bitties. It covered their mouth as it stared at Dusts arm. “I’m sorry for scaring you… and almost dusting you. I was worried you were going to hurt us.”

The Bitty simply stared at Dust as it sat on his lap. It shivered and Dust placed his hand on his lap. 

“Can I give you a name?” The Bitty nodded his head as he crawled onto Dust’s hand. “I think I’ll name you Gwah. In my AU we spoke differently than everywhere else it feels… that’s the start to the word Science, which I think fits you, no?” The Bitty looked up at Dust and slowly nodded his head. “Do you prefer he/him?” The Bitty shook its head, letting out a loud huff. “Ah, they/them?” It nodded, this time with a smile.

“Good. Now, I’m still exhausted and I’m sure Horror will be done with food soon, so let’s sleep until then.” He lifted his hand up to his scarf and the Bitty quickly scrambled into the scarf, nuzzling his cheek against Dust’s neck. It tickled a little and he felt a little cold, but that might be because he tends to run warm. But as Gwah settled so did Dust and he was more than ready for a nap, even after doing so little.

[charizardstolemynickname]

OK BUT HOW DID YOU FEEL ABOUT THE S1 FINALE I WANT THE UPDATE GDI

AHHHHHHHHHH

I HAVE BEEN DYING TO TALK ABOUT THIS

Okay instantly if you haven't watched The Owl House S1 Finale DO NOT READ

Okay so FIRSTLY I am a SUCKER for the "mentor sacrificing themselves for student (cough cough really child)" trope AND PART 1 OF THE FINALE DIDN'T DISAPPOINT WITH THAT, it PHYSCIALLY hurt to watch Eda use the last bit of her power to save Luz and then turn into the owl creature thing. 10/10, I love that everytime

BUT ALSO THAT SCENE GAVE US THE ICONIC "Then WHY WERE YOU SO EASY TO CURSE?" from Lilith, GOD, whoever are the artists responsible for drawing Lilith and Eda in THAT Scene deserves so much credit, i almost screamed

AND I DIDN'T CRY, but I swear when Luz walked in and King went "I'M THE CAKE! ...Where's Eda?" and Luz's face AND THE GIFT, yeah I was close

The second part was also heartbreaking because THAT BASTARD OF A EMPORER BELOS didn't keep his promise to heal Eda and bring her into the coven AND YEAH DEEP DOWN I KNEW HE WAS GOING TO BREAK THE PROMISE, but that doesn't mean it still didn't hurt

Getting arrested for stepping on the grass and the guard's reaction I'll admit made me laugh, it was like the porter in Macbeth, comedic relief in the middle of drama and angst

OH AND EDA TELLING LUZ TO GO HOME WAS- It almost killed me, if that's how the season ended I would have rioted for all those who had to suffer however long it took for S2 to come out

LILITH HELPING!! I, again, am a sucker for reunited family members who were close, fought and then become close again, the angst, the found family essence in it IS GREAT

The flashback showing WHY Lilith cursed Eda kinda hurt me a bit BECAUSE EDA WAS ALWAYS GOING TO LET LILITH WIN AND- safe to say I am hooked

Destroying the door was a HUGE sacrifice for Luz so CONGRATS to her, sucks that they are rebuilding it though

The petrified sister almost dead and then the sister sharing the pain and saving the other (frozen really made that trope popular huh /lh /pos) CURED MY FAMILY IN MEDIA LOVING SOUL

The little matching hair streak in Lilith after sharing the curse IS COOL AS FUCK TOO, please tell me that it shows up in fanart

Overall, loved the first season, loved the finale, loved Luz, LOVED EDA, loved King, LOVED LILITH, loved how willow and gus ready to help Luz commit crimes to save Eda, its a great show and I AM HOOKED, I have been told to get ready for season 2 AND I AM, already on S2 episode 2 so will update on how it goes, i will not shut up about this show now

[wildwinterlunas]

The real big reasons Old Overwatch Fell: The Public idolized them to much, and mission creep.

The orignal team did the impossible and help save the world in the Crisis. This saw the problem of them being practically deified, overstating their abilities, and put Overwatch in charge of peacekeeping in the aftermath. Not a bad idea at the start of it, but after the war, the allowance given to Overwatch… faded.

Overwatch didn't work well with all the red tape and both Gabe and Jack were maybe not suited for staff roles, not allow the same freedom, and latitude in the first war. Overwatch was built to be the Avengers, not CnC GDI, but everyone excepted them to deliver the same godlike results as before as a peacekeeping force.

And when they couldn't simply because enhanced or not, they were ultimately human? People turned on them, especially if those actually behind the failings of the world stirred the pot to cover their own backs.

Blackwatch, something that was probably approved by some of the very higher ups in the UN, that would later try to tear down Overwatch, gave people a very easy target even though Overwatch needed some sort of black ops unit if only to gather information and deal with sensitive missions that shouldn't be public. Mission creep set up a lot of groundwork for OW's fall because it meant that they were trying to be the Leviathan Force AND the Department of Everything Else at the same time

This is why I say that if Overwatch is to continue being a faction after the defeat of Talon and Null Sector it should stay a vigilante organisation, not being tied down by governments or the UN. Not only because it would allow the members of OW to actually stay and make sure things are ok with the people they help, but also because it gives members the freedom to step away from missions when they want to. They wouldn't be in charge of so much because of the fact that the organisation is so small now.

There is also the fact that with people like Cassidy working in public now I think it would be harder to deify them. You can't ignore the stuff some of the characters have done, the mistakes they made. Even if they were because of the fact that this new OW is working outside the law, it wouldn't really matter what the publics opinion of them was, they just want to do what's right.

I've also been on record criticising the OW universes UN, because they're a bunch of idiots. Both back then and in present time. Giving the soul responsibility of peacekeeping to an organisation that was not made for peacekeeping, not only that but handing control over to one individual, is idiotic at best.

Not only that but the UN refuses to actually take responsibility for anything they failed to do. With Overwatch gone the UN has the responsibility of trying to make peace between Humans and Omnics. Which they have obviously failed to do, and when Null Sector, a direct consequence of their own stupidity, come to bite them in the ass.

What do they do?

Nothing.

They do nothing and they threaten the group of people actually doing something;

Not only that but you are right, the UN must have known about Blackwatch's existence, it was a mandatory addition to Overwatch and Gabriel was assigned the position of Blackwatch commander. Blackwatch actively had bases built that were separate form Overwatch. They would have needed approval for that.

I think everyone forgot that Overwatch were human and not these god like saviours. It's why out of all the old guard Reinhardt is the only one to answer the recall, the only one to keep fighting. It didn't help that a lot of the old guard where also isolated save for a few exceptions like Cassidy, Angela and Sojourn. Overwatch became too big, too fast and was given too many responsibilities. Yes, it worked well for awhile but the foundation already had cracks.

All it took was for one big swing from Talon and the whole thing crumbled down.

[aprillikesthings]

ugh my wired headphones are still hurting my head >:(

anyway

s3 ep2 huntara

ahahah I love this one

(if you're new here: i'm rewatching She-Ra for fic-writing purposes, and live-blogging my way through them making commentary and jokes and side notes about random shit. bc this is a REwatch there are many references to later plot points)

is that the Beta Kindergarten

(man I've been making a lot of Steven Universe references in these lately, but yeah I can't look at sandstone slot canyons without thinking "hrr hrr where's Jasper")

(wait has a Jasper cosplayer actually taken photos in one of these in like Utah? a quick image search says no. damn.)

how many times did I look at this establishing shot before I realized this part of the Fright Zone is the ruins of a ginormous spaceship

ALSO "day 135"? I noted yesterday that someone working on the show said sOMEWHERE that each season is about a year and I was like "ehhhh" but I guess that's not far off.

That makes the whole catradora arc even more angsty tbh. For some reason I thought the whole show took place over like a single year or so. But FOUR OR FIVE YEARS?? they pined for each other while trying to murder each other for MULTIPLE YEARS????

awwwwww

Listen. I love this ship. I'm always weak for "complete asshole with tough act is soft for one (1) person"

(tho lemme tell you. do not actually date those dudes irl. *sigh*)

why did so many 80's cartoons have extremely unrealistic quicksand scenes tho

gdi adora

The Crimson Waste is actually just a western bar full of furries. But seriously designing the characters in the bar must've been hella fun

AAHAHAAHH Adora being so, so blatantly gay for Huntara is one of my fave things

Did they need to establish that Adora is into women? Pfft, no. Did they still decide to show us Adora being absolutely smitten on sight for an older, big, buff, badass, butchy lady? YES.

Doesn't hurt that she looks likes this lol

like it's the least subtle thing on EARTH i love it so much

oh no now I want to look up fics

18 of them are explicit. well. I'm just gonna. leave that tab open.

ADORA. YOU COCKBLOCKED HER. RUDE.

lol there's a moment where Glimmer and Bow are like "ha ha we need to talk amongst ourselves" and turns around and Adora is still just staring at Huntara with googly eyes without noticing what Bow even said and lemme tell you, I've been that fucking obvious and oblivious

Huntara literally is like "oh my god you kids are gonna end up DEAD without me. FINE." Meanwhile, Adora:

Plot plot Huntara leads them to a trap and they get hit with tranquilizer darts and dropped into a pit.

that's just a nice shot tbh

EAT SOME DAMN SOUP your girlfriend spent TIME on that

she just refuses to be afraid of him

Anyway yeah this is when we find out he's just a clone of Horde Prime the Big Baddy of the series, Hordak is a "defective" clone, he was sent to "the front lines" to die and fell through a portal into Etheria. "with nothing but a broken ship, I built an empire..." the whole point of the portal is to bring Horde Prime through, which means that's what he was doing when he tried before and ended up with A Magic Baby (Adora) instead.

The animation in the flashback is clearly inspired by Lotte Reiniger which is super cool??

Back to the Crimson Waste, they've gotten themselves out of the hole, and Adora's upset because the whole point of this mission is her getting more info about Mara with the hopes of understanding her own past better

she's RIGHT

"...at least to me..."

LISTEN TO YOUR CUTE NERDY GIRLFRIEND YOU EMO BASTARD

She makes him a nice techy exoskeleton armor thingie

that's a start but c'mon I know you can do better than that

lolol the recorder baby critter KICKS HIM in an obvious "dude really????"

look at him!!! AAHAHAH

i'm gonna go over the image limit and tumblr's gonna cut me off and make me reblog this any minute now but this episode is jUST TOO GOOD

"I like being friends with you, too" ;_;

Huntara's "friends" make fun of her for being a softie while she swings the She-Ra sword around and then Glimmer drops in wooo

yeah I know this is a fight scene but eheheheh

and then they banged

okay they kept fighting but like, c'mon

the "sword point under the chin" thing is just so good and I loved the way they did the angles here

OH SHIT I forgot Huntara had heard of She-Ra

OH HO HO HOW THE TURN TABLES

Anyway Huntara does her little speech about how she also used to be a Horde soldier but left because Hordak was such a dick to his soldiers. "you would know, you were one of us."

called THE FUCK OUT

Huntara does her little "you can't defeat the Horde alone even if you're She-Ra" and she responds with "yah I'm not alone tho"

but also that shot is unnecessarily hot

....i've hit the image limit with two minutes to spare so I went back and deleted one because

hggghh

(not gonna get into how Shadow Weaver's face-touching thing is what made Adora do it here but yeah)

Huntara tells her minions to get lost, admits that the war scared the shit out of her and that's why she ran, but she knows that's bullshit and she promises to help Adora stop the war :D and then leads them to the place they were originally looking for: the ruins of Mara's ship!

AND EPISODE OVER

(gonna...see if any of those fics are any good 👀)

[coridallasmultipass]

Vent

I'm so fucking tired man, it's not even 6pm and I'm in bed lmao. I did take a muscle relaxant a couple hours ago, but I think I'm just tired from the pain.

I went to go mess around with music on my computer and forgot that Bluetooth hasn't been working lately, so now I'm waiting more hours for the update to finish (I tried updating it like last week maybe, and as soon at that update finished, it immediately said it needed another update). Not much else I can try until it updates and I restart it again. Fucking frustrating as hell to not have headphones that function with my PC.

I'd happily (and preferrably) use my wired headphones, but it doesn't reach from my PC to my couch (I don't use my desk). Bluetooth is supposed to be working either way, but I don't even have the option visible to turn it on or off, so idk what's going on there or how that happened, bc I was using these headphones with Bluetooth on my PC in summer. Ugh.

I even started looking into physical synths because I want to play music, but I don't feel like guitar or maneouvering my keyboard out (I can't really change my keyboard sound like I want to tho). But y'know. I don't need more instruments, I just feel like I'm going stir crazy rn bc I'm so tired and uncomfortable with how much pain I'm in.

My phone alarm this morning was doing the weird thing again that I couldn't read the words to find where the snooze button moved, and I accidentally somehow dismissed both alarms (I think the problem is that I fell asleep with music playing, but I couldn't read the screen when I'm trying to snooze it). I need multiple snoozes to wake up, and my phone doing the weird thing messed that up, so I had to rush breakfast. Which meant I took Tylenol instead of a painkiller (can't mix the two, and can only take a painkiller in the morning). So that was a delight.

I'm having a shit day, man. I just wanna go to sleep, but it's too damn early and I can't read my PC screen from bed but it's still updating. Ugh. Hope I'm not getting sick or something. Ugh, AND I have to take more different meds in a sec, so fuck, I can't even just nap. Gdi.

My face and jaw hurt so fucking much. How much pain is too much pain? Like when am I supposed to call the doctor and be like, 'I'm not getting better, and in fact, I'm getting worse' ? Guess I'll go look that up and take my weekly meds. Anyway. Just needed to vent.

Edit: just tried to replicate the alarm problem I had this morning and it snoozed normally when I pushed the volume/power buttons. IDK why it does a weird screen lock thing!! Just let me snooze my fucking alarm. I couldn't find any settings for it when I looked it over earlier either. I can't remember what the screen said because I was obviously still asleep, because I didn't get my multiple uninterrupted snooze warnings and instead had to fight my phone with my eyes closed to get it to shut up and then lost the snooze on Alarm 1. Alarm 2 a half hour later (my 'wake the fuck up' alarm set at a different interval from Alarm 1) also had to be fought in this manner and I thought it was a 5 minute snooze from Alarm 1. My mom thankfully woke me up before my 'oh shit get out the door' alarm. Still, you'd think I'd be able to figure out what the fuck setting is preventing me from snoozing an alarm and only dismisses it. Usually when there is music playing, but it didn't do it just now while I tested it.

Ugh.

EDIT EDIT: I think it's the setting called Accidental Touch Protection. YoU'D THINK THAT THE ALARM SCREEN WOULD TAKE PRIORITY FFS. Turned that shit off. I don't think I've ever pocket dialed anyone since using a flip phone in a mosh pit. Definitely not with a touch screen. Fucked up how this has happened to me multiple times, because I wedge my phone under one of my pillows if I have the forethought as I'm passing out (to prevent having to search under the bed to shut off the alarm). Hopefully this doesn't happen again now. It's the worst thing ever having to deal with alarm clock bs, what with the stakes being so high with morning appointments.

EDIT EDIT EDIT: YES, I just replicated it with my hand. It's definitely that setting. AND it's a very difficult swipe to complete compared to normal. And the volume buttons don't snooze the alarm. Okay, so turning it off should fix my problem then.

EDIT X4 BC THIS WAS A BIG ONE: The update did not fix my Bluetooth issue. I had to uninstall the driver and power cycle restart my PC, and restart my headphones. Wow, that took me a long fucking time. I'm glad I saw where someone said what the Bluetooth device was hidden under a different name, because when I did a power cycle it got rid of all the Bluetooth driver options (they weren't hidden, they were labeled as a USB that wasn't readable). But the weeks-long problem is fiXED NOW AND I CAN LISTEN TO MUSIC ON MY PC AGAIN. FUCK THIS HAS BEEN SO FRUSTRATING THINKING IT WAS MY HEADPHONES (but I knew it wasn't because my PC couldn't connect to anything by Bluetooth). Now, how do I get my PC back to red lighting lmao. Once I do that, I'm gonna fucking check the fuck out, because I'm so fucking tired, man.

[the-firebird69]

In Australia, the new Optima went on sale in January 2011. Initially available in only one grade, the highly specified "Platinum", it was later joined by an entry-level "Si" model in the 2012 model year. Both models feature a 2.4L GDI engine with 6-speed automatic. A manual was not offered.

Saturn is defunct in 2010 there are a few other things happening this is an important portion of it. You can see the Saturn aura above interior and you can see the Kia Optima EXGDI down below which our son had and it is the same car and has power just like the Saturn and it's because the Saturn Company was using A KIA chassis. There's only one problem that the Saturn that Arnold had is when his son was using and it caused a big problem for the clan and so and so that chassis is the one that would be used and the last one who had it was Donald Trump and he says he used Tommy F Stinger and we know that he took our son's car out disguised as the Stinger and he was injured and we think he used the wrong car. come to find out somebody pulled a switcheroo they wanted to have a son's car no they wanted to have a son's car and took the Stinger which had our son's emblems and stuff and they thought they had Tommy F car and they built the supercar on top of our sons car and the engine is a V six and it was severely limited and the engine is AV6 and it was severely limited because the catalytic converter was clogged and he almost cleared it and he would have had 350 horsepower which is about 50 more horsepower than his firebird had and that thing weighed£3500 almost well it was 3200 lbs dry.. These things are heavy but let's say this this is not the car you think it is as the frame that the Kia company used was actually from America. It is not a small car and it was from the Oldsmobile Delta 88 and he picked up on it right away and he keeps on driving up onto things with the left car side and getting it dinged and it's terrible because of the idiot mac proper. Before the Delta 88 it was a couple of cars and Kia used the same frame that they were building back then they had it was a different Lincoln it was smaller it's the same frame and the thing was huge but the thing was extended and they messed with the frame yeah they put extensions on it OK and that's what kept doing and the Mac proper are doing it and no they have people do it and they have us make sure it works it was that car first and it's ridiculous no it came from a black car it's not an infamous car it's a car frame that our son helped design it turned out to be very sturdy and it helped a lot. The first car it was on was the first sedan they had that was the Delta 88 and that's what it means and it means Morlock and they're saying us no they're saying foreigners in us and they kept saying it and yeah grandpa had it and it worked for a long time it's a ladder frame and he designed it himself and it's ridiculous he's a child but it came out pretty good he knows why it's sturdy in Harrah helps to design it. and laughs your teh ones havingme climb a ladder and laughed nd she does too. they were facsinated. now it is following him. and it is called jacobs ladder. and he knows it and she. why. ok.

Thor Freya soon back to him like a curse

and yeh the black pearl...is one of htem too old iron sides. his work. his armor and it defeated so many ships we went blind counting. she is a thing of buety and flew onantarctica and there is a movie about it sorta. not the fly part ok. wonderful ship. and is jack sparrow who will command her. and Barbosa.

and it is on they say we do this now like his brotehr helps and yes.

and we shall like a prayer and for garth lol me i do it becka

good

garth

we suspect in a week no lol

Thor Freya

good and me too i have one yes. to me and i get it. which car. and we see. i made one. no that one and two good. the wtwo terry c and trump adn they shrug better luck next time and no this is how it worked.and oh yeh we do it then

Hera

good girl we see it

trump

not me but yes is hte math

alicia

we mas sprocduce and the driveway not too low i think

trump

Olympus

[mandy-malady]

i got a little defensive the other day about the fact i design oc's like there's no tomorrow without putting any actual substance behind them. and now i'm trying to untangle the mess i've made of them over the years in an attempt to do the thing i've been putting off for so long.

bruh there's so much overlap with these assholes because frankly i was lazy and also afraid of fully forming anything lest it turn into a carbon copy of something that already exists.

to visualize what i'm looking at, it's like i took a pair of corded earbuds and shoved them in my pocket for a dozen years and now i've pulled them out and am facing down the flying spaghetti monster of tangled plotlines.

and gdi i have so many female ocs i need more testosterone in this pool

[conflagrate]

Shumatsu Train Doko e Iku 08

Wow all these stops bringing out the psychological & physical scars...

/?????????this took a dark turn

This show makes me feel like I'm losing my mind

Oh Yoka turned into the evil Ikebukuro witch queen hah.

....I probably say this every week but GDI this show is UNHINGED. Were the writers on drugs???