#literally everything there is just. oomph.

[cainite-bite]

one of my most favorite pet peeves is when someone talks about an old edgy game and is like "its a shame because you couldn't just make that nowdays it would NEVER have been allowed its a shame how we've fallen" but like you get to look at them in comparison to things we have now that are actively even more grusome than ever. People say manhunt couldn't be released today because its too brutal but then the last of us has some extra brutal executions too, and don't even get me started on how the MK series is nowadays. "they would have to censor the story so heavily today so im glad [blank] came out years ago" they say, as some weren't already censored to tone it down- a perfect example of that is always going to be Twisted Metal Black where they changed up Raven's, Dollface's, Agent Stone's, Preacher's, John Doe's story to simmer them all down and lighten the blow, expunging certain levels ambient sounds because the implications of domestic violence, and the changing of No-face's surgical cutscene to make it not as explicitly nasty and meanwhile modern games have been actively stepping it up to be even worse.

"Games are just too prudish nowdays we couldnt even get another ghostly desires LOL" and meanwhile the front page to steam is literally littered with hentai games. that do not hide the lewd and raunchy screenshots. sometimes its a freshly creampied pussy in your face. yeah that. Im sorry but there's so much god damn porn games that are available to buy and some of it is mainstream even (Huniepop for instance).

Back in the day NightTrap was rated as an Adult game. Now? It's T for teen because how tame it kinda is. We're not as prudish or pearlclutchy on literally any of these points as we used to be and thank fucking god for that- but literally take off the nostolgia goggles cause its fuckin blinding you sweetie

[starry-bi-sky]

im being hit with The Visions again

the Vision this time is a "homeless danny in gotham" au except its pre-robin Batman again because im on a batdad kick. --------------------

Danny finds a car.

Which-- isn't, like, anything super interesting or impressive. It's Gotham, it's a big city. There's cars on every corner, can't throw a stick without hitting one somewhere. And then setting off the alarm.

But-! It's a car, and it's past midnight-- or he thinks it might be past midnight, it's late enough to be. He doesn't have a watch and he left his phone at Vlad's; asshole put a tracker on it after the last time Danny ran off.

It's been over a month since, it's a new record -- last time it took just over two weeks for Vlad to find him and drag him back to the mansion. This time, Danny ran further. Left the state and everything. See how long it takes Vlad to find him now, hah.

People go missing all the time in Gotham.

Anyways-- there's a car, and it's midnight, and it's parked in an alleyway. Danny would've called it invisible with the way he pretty much trips over it, phasing through the wall of the building beside it and not watching where he's going, but it's not. So he doesn't.

Danny runs into the hood and nearly faceplants right into the darn thing with an 'oomph', hands catching himself on the metal as a flash of irritation flashes hot through his gut. It doesn't hurt or anything, but getting the wind knocked out of you sucks always, and he's tired and hungry, and as a result not in the best state of mind.

He's just about to sink his foot into the side of the wheel -- it wouldn't do anything, he's not that big of an asshole, but it's the principle -- when he stops.

Danny pauses.

He takes a step back, holding his hands out 'n' everything, and examines the car. He squints, trying to get his eyes to adjust to the darkness, considering the closest streetlight is twenty feet that way and positioned in a way that none of the light is hitting it.

Danny would not call himself a car guy. He doesn't think he counts, considering his size and lack of everything. But, but, he knows his way around a few cars, and he had an old obsession with older models when he was little that kinda petered out of existence after his accident. Had a bunch of little car models sitting on one of his shelves back in Amity, and Dad offered to get his hands on an old car for the two of them to fix up together so it'd be ready for Danny when he got his license.

...Anyways.

Point is: Danny can appreciate an old car, and this car has an older -- albeit obviously modified, if the matte paneling and plated wheels meant anything -- look to it. That kind of flat top went out of style years ago, and it's got this kinda rectangular look Danny doesn't see often these days on modern cars.

Other than the electrical cars, but he doesn't think those count. That's boxy, not rectangular.

Danny frowns, tilts his hands down, and leans back further as if that will let him get a better look at this thing. "...What model is this?" He mutters, it's hard to tell in this lighting.

Wait, he should see if there's anyone in the car. It's not running or anything, and nobody's come out to yell at him -- or shoot him -- but, still. People are crazy in Gotham, crazier than they've ever been in Amity. The last thing he needs to do is piss off some guy from the mob.

Danny peers into the window and-- there's no window, okay. Well, no window, and no driver. Some idiot left their car unprotected and without windows, in Gotham?

He pulls on the door handle just to be annoying -- it doesn't budge. Okay, maybe not that stupid. Especially since Danny didn't even see it until he was quite literally running into it.

So. Not that stupid.

Danny looks around warily, pulling his hoodie around him tighter, and then starts circling the car slowly. Like a vulture. No license plate; shocker. Hear how shocked he is? Clutching his pearls right now.

"Reinforced bumper. Cool." he says, er- whispers, really, quiet enough that it doesn't even echo. Danny squats in front of the car and runs his hands over the -- what, should he even call this a bumper? It's bigger than his head, and it's covering the grille. He picks at these... things on the side that remind him of leather straps. Probably to keep this bumper up? Like a ratchet strap?

Danny leans back until his butt hits the ground and he can sit back properly, propping himself up on his hands -- maybe not a good idea. There's probably broken glass somewhere here and he doesn't wanna pick shards out of his palms, again. It's like popping the world's most annoying zit depending on if it gets under the skin.

(He could always just phase them out, but the picking gives him something to do. It doesn't hurt that much.)

Eh. It'll be fine.

With one knee propped up, Danny looks the front up and down, and furrows his brows. The style kinda reminds him of a dodger, especially with the placement and style of the headlights. He plants his hands on the concrete -- hissing when he feels something cut into his palms, ow, there's that glass he was talking about -- and leans down to look under the car.

Hm, nothing jutting out that much. Looks pretty normal. Good space between the bottom and the ground.

He gets up and circles the side again, brushing whatever pebbles or glass that could've stuck into his skin off. He's really curious about where the owner got matte plating for it, or if it's just a wrap. The silhouette's definitely sixties or seventies; too angular for the eighties and fifties.

...There's no one here, Danny looks around again just to make sure, cranes his ears to catch anything. Nope, just the typical quiet rumbling of Gotham's underbelly. It kinda reminds him of Amity, or-- no. No, it reminds him of the quiet groan of the Zone.

That's far more comforting, he thinks. Danny's never really liked Amity all that much.

Back to the car: there's no one around, so Danny folds his arms against the side of the door and sticks his head inside the window. No keys in the ignition, should've figured.

Not like Danny was planning on stealing the car anyways -- anyone capable of modifying a car into this kinda beast -- or paying someone to modify -- was not someone he wanted to piss off. Danny's an orphan, not stupid.

Ignore the fact that he's got his head stuck through the window. The interior isn't anything interesting, but the seats are made of leather, which is nice. Must be a pain in the summer or winter, but leather is cool, and gets stains out better than cloth.

No stick shift though, he's a little disappointed.

Danny presses his mouth into a line and then slants it, humming in the back of his throat. Honestly, he's kinda tempted to crawl in and go to sleep. The leather seats look really inviting, and he's been sleeping on the ground or on park benches for weeks, and the car is really well hidden. No need to worry about being kidnapped.

But, it still belongs to someone. And they're probably using it for something shady. They'll come back for it eventually, so he should get this gawking over with anyways.

And, and-- and. He wants to get a look at that fucking engine. 'Cause holy shit!

Danny pulls his head out of the window and half-dances over to the back, his hand curling around one of the bars as a grin spreads across his face. Now, Danny hates Christmas, but this, this is like it came early and good for once.

"You could smuggle moonshine with this thing," Danny says to himself, grinning ear to ear and running his hands over the edge of the metal. The car is too conspicuous for backroads driving, but the engine, wow. What a thing of beauty.

One of Auntie's friends would probably know what engine it is -- or what type of engine it's based off of, it could very well be a bunch of different engines frankenstein'd together. Danny doesn't recognize it.

Which means it could be illegal. Again, what a shocker. In Gotham? He's clutching his pearls.

Fully satisfied with himself, Danny dances around to the front again and holds his hands out. He makes an 'L' with both hands and shuts one eye, getting the car within the frame of his fingers like he's about to take a picture.

"I rate you," Danny makes a camera shutter sound and mimics taking a photo, "one cool fuckin' car."

"Thank you."

Danny doesn't scream. He does not. He's taught himself better since ghosts started popping up in Amity, and honestly he deserves some credit for that considering they only started popping up over half a year ago.

He does, however, gasp. And he gasps hard, the type that has a high chance of giving you the hiccups afterwards; the painful, chest-thumping kind. Danny slams both hands over his mouth and stumbles backwards, eyes wide and his heart kicking into the fifth gear in his ears.

Bleeding out from the shadows is a man entirely drenched in black, Danny can hardly make out his silhouette and barely catches the white glints of his eyes. Fear like a prey animal burns in his lungs, wild and rabid, Danny has half a mind to bolt.

His ghost sense didn't go off, which might just be the most terrifying thing.

The man doesn't move any more than a step, just enough that Danny can barely see him, but he can feel him watching him. Shit. Shit. He should've never stuck around.

His hands are still over his mouth, Danny, shaking, flutters them open, "How-- h-- how--" he wheezes, "how long have you been standing there?"

[ladycrimsonandblack]

rating the white star's battles based on how embarrassing they were for him personally

because he deserves it.

his first appearance in the mogoru empire: 1/10 — by far his least embarrassing battle. he manages to come off as extremely powerful and menacing final boss. cryptic remarks about choi han and cale's situation make him look mysterious. our heroes put their everything into this battle and just barely manage to come out of it alive. cale faints for weeks afterward.

battle at the castle of light: 7/10 — starts out pretty well for him when he traps our heroes in the castle, but goes downhill from there. he just gets tricked so easily. cale and co. have a blast pretending to be weak to throw him off, ambushing him, and then chasing him off with rocks. embarrassingly, all of this is facilitated by the fact that the white star does not, in fact, know all the entrances to his home village.

battle at the north: 6/10 — the white star just keeps getting scammed. when will he learn? gets some points for his excellent showing against witira and the whale king. loses all of them because archie was allowed to talk.

battle at the dubori territory: 4/10 — the white star actually had a pretty good showing here. managed to trip cale with his illusionist. dealt pretty well with choi han and eruhaben, even if they managed to get out of danger. did some heavy damage to the territory itself. he did lose an arm (both metaphorical and physical one), so there's that.

battle of the underground city: 5/10 — immediately realizes the city is fake and that the whole thing is a trap, thus disrupting cale's plans. however, any points he might have gotten are immediately made void by the fact that he starts constructing an elaborate history between cale and himself to justify his previous losses. his ego can't take it anymore. he's retreating to the AU land.

the battle at the stan territory: 6/10 — this should have been a win for him. he's prepared for everything. the battle is going on at four fronts, and cale henituse can't react in time. unfortunately for him, his plans are shit and cale can, in fact, react in time. actually, he can react so fast that he manages to mitigate the situation in all four battles and reinforce the stan territory. the white star is, once again, forced to flee, but not before informing everyone around about his weird AU land belief, thus making cale's reputation soar. embarrassing.

the battle to steal cale's body: 7/10 — the white star is forced to contend with alberu, who brought a gun to a knife fight. it does not go well for him. also, they really shouldn't have underestimated mary.

the battle at puzzle city: 20/10 — there are literally no good points here. his disguise is seen through pretty easily. he gets trapped by the mana disturbance tools. cale hits him with a mental attack so devastating that his ego can't take it, and he gets himself sealed. the bitch-slap happens, and it's glorious. at least he gets sealed into a golden plaque, so at least he gets some dignity there.

the battle in the sealed temple: 10/10 — he gets killed by a stick. the only thing mitigating the embarrassment factor here is that cale had to stab himself in the heart first, and that adds a certain oomph the white star himself has never been able to accomplish.

+ special mention

the battle in the wrath test: 15/10 — he gets beaten by a rock. like. it's literally a pebble. sure, it's a magical pebble, but still. a pebble.

[xueyidweams]

rambling once again (aventurine x cat-person gn!reader) (this kind of pattern is what I’m talking about.) (read more bc this became quite long, sorry!!!)

Aventurine in his life of working for the IPC has come across a lot of stealers or kids trying to find their food for the day. he usually gives them some money and send them on their way. however, he really didn’t expect for someone to try and rob him in Penacony, in the dreamscape no less. Somehow he didn’t sense the man hurling himself towards him and grunted in surprise as he was pushed down, before he could even open his eyes the man was off of him and running away with claw marks all over him.

dumbfounded, he gets up and looks around, only to find two cat eyes staring at him… except they weren’t a cat… well.. half cat half person? He thought the species went extinct long ago. though, you were living proof of the opposite. you helped him sit up, he felt your claws brush against his knuckles and you felt the coolness of his rings on your paw-hand. observing his every move with utmost attention, your feline eyes following his every mimic and body movement.

“well thank you kind stranger—“ you accidentally cut him off as you smell him closely and realize who he is, he smells just like those bastards from the IPC! way too rich to be true smelling! your ears curl backwards and you pull yourself away hastily as you run away from him. He blinks as he sees you run, so fast… is this why the IPC hunts you all down like you’re all one of a kind? He yells after you, “Hey wait! just listen to me, please!“ you look back at him, your teeth snared and your pupils as slanted as they can be, “leave me alone IPC scum!”

you turn a few corners and your eyes widen in horror to see a dead end… what the hell, you know this place like the back of your hand! did they build this just now or have you been hanging in the unfinished part for way too long? the hairs on your tail stand up and your ears curl back as you hear his footsteps, taking a step back your back meets the wall with an oomph.

“Hey look— don’t be so hostile, we don’t have to be enemies. you can trust me.” yeah right. with those eyes? they’re unnervingly pretty and somehow frightening. your gut is telling you to run but your heart is hammering way too fast in your chest and the sound is drowning out his voice and you feel like everything you’ve had to endure to not fall into IPC’s slimy hands again has all been for nothing and—

you feel a hand on your arm, you look up and meet his eyes. then you feel the warm tears staining your cheeks, your tail hugs your leg as your ears droop, “look. please don’t give me up to them, i’ll literally do anything. do you want any dirty work done? i can do it! please just leave me alone, i don’t want to go back i can’t go back!” you see his eyes… soften somehow. to him, you’re a stark reminder of who he was, maybe still is. the way you fight so hard to protect the most precious thing to you, your freedom reminds him so much of the unsavory memories that he doesn’t notice he is squeezing your arm a bit hard and some of the fur is stuck on his rings. you flinch and grimace and he untangles your fur from his rings, he pulls his hands off of you.

he coughs in his hand and looks at you once more, voice softer yet firm. “im not going to hurt you or give you up. that’s not my job anyways. i just wanted to thank you, for helping even though it could put me in serious hot water. cats hate water right?” you half rolls your eyes at his teasing remark, “yeah yeah pretty boy, cough up some cash if you want to thank me. thanks for not turning me in but empty sentiments won’t feed me when i have to wake up from this dream.”

he smiles and takes off the ring from his index finger, he looks at you, “can i hold your hand?” you feel a slight warmness spreading through your face and squint your eyes, “fine but don’t try anything funny!” he chuckles and takes your hand in his gently, “wouldn’t dream of it.” he slips the ring on your ring finger, winking at you. “you can sell this for at least five hundred thousand credits, plenty to eat hm?” you look at your finger, the ring and at him as your heart does summersaults in your ribcage. you’ve never… even as a tease you’ve never been flirted with this is—

he takes advantage of your stupor and strokes your shoulder, squeezes slightly and gives you a smile. “you haven’t seen me and i haven’t seen you, yes?” you nod, speechless but thankful. he turns around and you finally get your voice back, “wait!” he looks back, his eyes watching you with interest. he raises his eyebrows, “thank you. i dont know what else to say but i’ll never forget this. and i wasnt’… joking when i said i could do your dirty work. so if you need something and i can get it done, i’ll do it free of charge.” you manage to tumble out as your voice trembles a bit, still shocked. his smile returns, “I’ll think about it, maybe fate will make us cross paths again huh?” he gives a little wave and starts walking, “oh also, do take care of your fur, it’s rather soft.”

you look dumbfounded, your face morphing from surprised to angry to flustered but he has already left. you look at your ring finger again and play with the ring, maybe the aeons have pitied you now?

‘he’s really pretty…’

you think to yourself as you pocket the ring and think of all the fish, meat and bread you’re gonna eat. and maybe you’ll try that soul glad thing.

[l-in-the-light]

The Red Line and the All Blue

I have been thinking about the All Blue lately. I really, really like the theory that to get to the All Blue we need to destroy the Red Line. But there's just one problem with this. It lacks story reason. It doesn't have the oomph the usual mysteries in One Piece deliver. It's like the fandom discovered this piece of puzzle and left it on display, instead of trying to connect it to other things to make bigger sense of One Piece's world.

Red Line is called, curiously enough, a line.

If we ignore the seabelts, it looks like it seperated the world into two parts, two halves, because that line goes all around the globe. Interestingly enough, it seems like the North-West part is the one that is scientifically more advanced in comparison to the East-South. We have the family of best doctors the Tragalgars and botanists Mont Blancs in the North. Germa Kingdom with it's advanced science also is located in the North. And there are also Ohara's scholars in the West.

Meanwhile, there's no notable locations like that in the South and East, and most places seem to look very primitive there (lots of villages and small towns, not counting Goa Kingdom itself). In South Blue it seems to be similar, though there's one exception: Torino Kingdom. It looks primitive but actually hides lots of advancement. This makes me think that (at least some places in the) East and South might be pretending to be more primitive that they actually are, hiding their inventions. Flevance or Ohara were pretty open about their achievements, knowledge and technology, like it was to be expected that they're advanced and proud of it.

Oda doesn't really expand much on West and South Blues, but we know quite a lot about East and North, so I will focus on them primarily as we move on.

Shakky makes it sound like calm belts are means of protection, not something posing danger, like we were led to believe so far. But now they're not so safe anymore because of scientific inventions. It makes it all seem like calm belts were placed there intentionally somehow and aren't a result of coincidence. Not even Marines could go to the calm belts before using Vegapunk's inventions.

Now the question we should ask is this: what are calm belts protecting? People like the Kuja tribe (personally I think Kuja are just benefitting from it, they weren't the original purpose)?

Or... perhaps to protect the Grand Line itself by seperating it from everything else? And by extension, also from the Marines. Grand Line is the place where all pirates go who seek the One Piece, it can't be a coincidence.

"This is the boundary between justice and evil!" said the Marines as they painted the line and told everyone to respect it. What we know from the Void Century so far is that it was a war between two different ideologies. What if the Red Line is the result of those two fractions seperating from each other, literally dividing the world into two parts? "Don't ever cross that line". Crossing the Red Line is definitely a difficult thing to do for normal people and if anyone crosses it it's either Marines or Pirates. It divided the seas for forever.

Vegapunk also said there are still scars left on the world from the Void Century's war. Not only the world sank by 200 meters, apparently there are literally traces from the war left behind, and normally you would expect to see some ruins. But 800 years passed already and so many nations are so fast at rebuilding their kingdoms, what possible "ruins" or "scars" could be left behind that are still visible? Unless... those scars are the Red Line and the calm belts. It would be indeed very challenging to get rid of those. Coincidentally we have no idea when the Red Line got created. All we know is that Lunarians used to live there at some point. Marco knows that from Whitebeard and I wonder who Whitebeard heard that from? Perhaps Roger, because Roger told him what the D. stands for, so why not that as well.

Unless it's somehow connected to the D.

Because in the "land of gods" this is what welcomes the visitors. Cloaked figures of warrior-guardians (my guess based on their looks alone), those on the left wieldings swords, those on the right spears. This must be a relic of older times, because it has literally nothing to do with Celestial Dragons. And it kinda fits the idea that current Government just stole the older structures for themselves. Impel Down (that bears poneglyph-like writings), Gates of Justice, Marie Geoise, they might have even had different functions long, long time ago. What all those locations have in common is their advancement and heritage that seems not to be used to it's full potential, more like recycled for a different purpose. Impel Down was probably never a prison to begin with. If you want more headbending mysteries, then I can't reccommend enough to play One Piece World Seeker. Just the map alone of the Jail Island raises so many questions. It's also a mining town and has an underwater prison as well...

This looks like there was once an entrance or a passage way, allowing the ships to go through between the North and East Blues. It has been sealed off or something else was done to it.

Curiously enough, doctors were the ones allowed to pass the line between "justice" and "evil". Because doctors save lives. We know Trafalgars were apparently a family of doctors for many generations. It is possible they didn't even originate in the North Blue, but moved there at some point. Because doctors are allowed to cross borders.

Many people speculate that the red figure of Luffy (or is it a statue of Joyboy?) symbolizes the Red Line in the logo of One Piece. The horizontal lines are the calm belts protecting the Grand Line. What's the anchor and skull&bones with the Strawhat then? In the very first chapter of One Piece Luffy wears this shirt:

Is the anchor Luffy, or rather, the East Blue where Luffy comes from? Is the skull and bones with a strawhat the North Blue then perhaps? So then, the idea behind destroying the Red Line would be to finally connect the East and the North Blues together again, seperated for centuries. That might be what the rope symbolizes: connect them together (coincidentally, the "full" name of One Piece treasure includes the word hitotsunagi which might have a second, double meaning: connect the people). The goal of destroying the Red Line is to bring the two seperated seas back together, and by doing that we discover the All Blue. Perhaps, long long time ago, in the ancient times there was only one sea.

Zou is on the back of Zunesha for over thousand of years. That's way before the Void Century even happened. Which means minks have the knowledge about the world that dates back a thousand years. And back then there was only one sea, the All Blue, and 5 islands in the whole world. It's likely the world was not divided yet into two parts with the Red Line either.

Why is the skull munching on the rope, I have no idea.

I have a hunch this is all part of the plan. Roger's plan and Joyboy's plan (yes, I believe Roger did something as well to help Joyboy's plan to succeed). They're waiting for the "right people" to show up, after all. They are stationed in certain places that can't be avoided on the voyage to Laugh Tale, like Twin Capes, Sabaody... all ships have to pass through these locations on the Grand Line.

Maybe they helped fate a little?

But clearly fate isn't all there is to the story.

Merging those symbols together get us a "sun" symbol we have seen in many places before (like Alabasta and Shandora and Kozuki's clan, they're all the guardians of the poneglyphs and had possible ties to Joyboy). Blackbeard has it too, he apparently likes to study history, so maybe he knows some secrets.

My current bet is those two fractions used to be one, then they divided into "crossbones" (later outcasted and villainized, perhaps?) and "crosses" (World Government, the "good" guys or in other words: the winners).

But I bet you anything there will be a twist, or even few twists, here. There's no way the final answer will be that simple ;) And I'm sure Joyboy's plan will be one crazy ride as well :D

[ellethespaceunicorn]

I hope you are having a woooooonderful Friday!! 🥰

I was the anon requesting the Lloyd fic with him accidentally discovering that his assistant is hot lol and I LOVED IT. I can see she won't make it easy for him!

I wanted to know what you would think of Lloyd running into one of those toxic red pill/alpha male types after they corner his girl (or who he claims as his girl 😏 that's up to you) being gross to her.

Those types just make me so mad, I think Lloyd would teach them a good lesson and put them in their place 😈

TYSM for your time and the lovely words you give us! 💜

OMG my sweet Lloyd nonnie, this took me two months to post but literally only like three days to write. I'm a whole mess, but I really like this story and I hope you do too!!!!

Title: A Duke and His Duchess

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Soft!Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Chubby!Black!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2K

Summary: The night takes a dark turn when you are harassed at the club, but Lloyd comes to your rescue.

Warnings: Lloyd is a warning all on his own: possessive!Lloyd, soft!dark!Lloyd, lovey-dovey!Lloyd. Toxic “alpha male” behavior, Lloyd’s butterfly knife making an appearance, physical violence (some involving Reader), vaginal fingering, unprotected p-in-v sex, creampie, mention of bodily fluids.

A/N: Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

Dividers by: @saradika-graphics

Support/Reblog banner by me

Cover Art by me

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The look that crosses his face says everything before his mouth can do so. He groans in the back of his throat, walking over to where you stand in front of the mirror, scrutinizing your outfit. He winks at you in the reflection and kisses where your neck meets your shoulder. His hands slide over your ample hips and grab a handful of your plump rump.

“Don’t you get started. You promised me that we were going out tonight,” you say, turning around and putting your manicured hands on his pecs.

“That’s not fair, Duchess. You put on this outfit, and my blood flow goes straight to my cock,” he sighs, pulling you closer so you can feel his heavy erection pressing against your mound.

Sliding your hands down his chest, you palm his length, and he hisses in response. “Is this all for me, Duke?” You squeeze him, and he closes his eyes, leaning his head back.

“Who the fuck else would it be for? I mean, look at you,” he implores, letting his eyes wander over your clothing. 

He was always a fan of this outfit because it hugs all your curves. The halter top accents your full breasts with a healthy amount of cleavage. The high-waisted fitted skirt shows off your wide hips and thick thighs and stops under your knee. A pair of stilettos with a little buckle that Lloyd bends down to secure completes the ensemble.

You feel the heat rise to your cheeks and praise the melanin gods that blessed you with the ability to hide your blushing. Lloyd finishes buckling your heel, then rises to his full height. Holding your chin with his thumb and forefinger, he lays a sweet kiss upon your lips before nuzzling his nose with yours. 

“After you, Duchess,” he croons, stepping out of the way and letting you walk ahead of him. You already know that he just wants to watch your hips sway while you walk in front of him, but damn if you don’t love how much he covets your body. And if you put a little extra oomph in your step, he wasn’t mad about it.

Lloyd stops the car at the curb and exits the car, tossing the keys to the valet. Walking around to the passenger side, he shoos away the other attendant trying to assist you in exiting the vehicle. 

Nobody touches you when Lloyd is around.

He takes your hand, and you step onto the sidewalk, taking in the view of the line to get into the club. Lloyd pulls you along with him as he bypasses the line and walks up to the bouncer. They exchange a few words, and the very large, and probably armed, man at the door unlatches the velvet rope and ushers you in.

The lights in the place are spinning in dizzying patterns with blues, purples, and pinks. The music is both heard and felt as it thumpingly exits the speakers. Lloyd waves down a girl and she comes running. You’re a bit confused as he whispers something in her ear. Before you can ask him about it, you’re pulled in the direction of one of the tables on the upper level that overlooks the dancefloor.

In true Lloyd fashion, he gets the best table, and there is already champagne on ice waiting for you when you sit down. He pops the bottle and pours you both a healthy amount of the bubbly golden liquid. He toasts to you, as always. You clink your glasses and empty your drink in one go. Lloyd is there to refill your glass, watching and smiling as you dance a little in your seat as the DJ rolls from one song to the next. 

The opening notes of Cobra hit your ears, and you can’t stop yourself from singing along with Megan Thee Stallion.

🎶

Long as everybody gettin' paid, right?

Everything'll be okay, right?

I'm winnin', so nobody trippin'

Bet if I ever fall off, everybody go missin'

🎶

You don’t remember closing your eyes in the middle of singing and enjoying the song. When you open them, Lloyd is sitting next to you, and he has that look on his face. The look that expressly means that he wants to watch you dance, and more specifically, he wants to watch you shake that thang. 

You don’t keep him waiting for long. Standing up, you set your glass down on the table in front of you. Moving over to stand in front of Lloyd, you let the music move through your body as you start to give him a little show.

You sway your hips, bending forward to lean on the table. With your ass in the air, you twerk for your man, and he is in heaven. When you make it clap, you feel his hands on your ass. 

He doesn’t want to stop you; he just wants to feel ‘the motion of the ocean’ as you dance just for him. You look over your shoulder at him, and he is definitely in his happy place. His tongue snakes out to wet his lips, his eyes laser-focused on your derriere until you giggle. Blue eyes meet yours, and his mouth upturns; that devilish little smirk silently tells you he’s pleased.

He moves his hands to your hips and pulls you back to sit in his lap. Between your gyrations, you can feel how pleased he truly is. That is if the hardness in his pants is anything to go by. 

Song after song, you tease him with a lap dance. Making sure to grind into him this way and that, allowing him the opportunity for his hands to wander. As the music changes to something a little different, you notice that you and Lloyd have emptied the champagne. He offers to have another bottle brought over, but you wouldn’t mind walking up to the bar yourself.

He begrudgingly lets you raise from his lap. You saunter away, heading to the bar on the lower level. Ordering a margarita, you wait while the bartender makes a few drinks at the same time. 

You feel eyes on you and turn to see a man watching you from a distance. His hazel eyes catch yours, and you smile politely, then turn away. The bartender hands you the strawberry-flavored drink, and before you can pay him, a hand reaches over yours and beats you to it. 

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing paying for her drinks?” A deep baritone escapes his boringly pretty face, and you instantly feel something off about him.

“Can’t a woman just buy a drink without the third degree?” You pick up your drink and sip while looking him up and down.

“Please don’t act like you’re not impressed. Just calm down, baby,” he says.

“Don’t call me baby, first of all. Secondly, what do I have to be impressed about? The fact you can pay for a $12 drink? Good job. Not interested,” you lament, turning to walk away. A hand gripping your arm stops you.

“Look, we got off on the wrong foot. How about you recognize when a man is being nice to you? You must not be used to getting attention. Let me break it down for you: I buy you a drink; we enjoy a little time together. And if you’re lucky, I might even fuck you,” he negs, standing up straight so he towers over you.

“Let my arm go, creep!” You shout, failing to tug your arm out of his grasp.

The grip on your arm gets impossibly tighter as he leans in to speak, “Listen here, you fat bitch. Ain’t nobody here looking out for you. So, it would be best if you do as you’re told and be a good little slut.”

Your eyes shut tight out of fear, and suddenly the clench on your arm is gone. You open your eyes, and the man is still in front of you; his eyes are wide as a butterfly knife is held under his throat.

“Alright, man! Be cool! I wasn’t-”

“Oh, what? You weren’t doing anything? You weren’t treating my woman like some piece of meat, like what? Fucking toxic, red pill, alpha male wannabe. No, I bet you weren’t doing anything,” Lloyd seethes, pressing the knife a bit further into the man’s skin. “I think you owe her an apology before I cut your fucking head off, sweet pea.”

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, I swear,” he cries, a tear escaping one eye and wetting his silk shirt.

Lloyd turns to you and sees you cradling your arm. His anger reaches a boiling point, and he moves the knife to his left hand before punching the man in the jaw and knocking him out. “Apology accepted, asshole,” he spits, stepping over him to get to you.

He carefully examines your arm while the other clubgoers start to gather. He turns back to the asshole, and you watch as his jaw clenches. You know he wants to cut this man up and feed him to the dogs, but you bring his attention back to you. 

“Duke!” You shout, and when his eyes meet yours, you pull him behind you to the exit. Once the valet brings the car around, Lloyd opens your door and closes it behind you softly. Walking around the front of the car, he runs a finger through his hair before entering the car and slamming the door shut.

He pulls away from the curb and starts down the busy street, mumbling to himself about how he wanted to kill that shithead for laying even a finger on you. At a red light, you notice his grip on the steering wheel is leaving his knuckles white. You reach a hand over to lay atop his, and he starts to calm down finally.

Then you get an idea.

You loosen his hand from the steering wheel and place it under your skirt between your thighs. Once his fingers meet your saturated folds, his shoulders relax. 

“You defended my honor tonight and slayed a beast for me. Now, either get us home fast or pull this car over so I can thank you properly,” you beg, already clenching around his digits.

You’ve never seen Lloyd drive faster than that night. You only make it to the driveway of your place before he adjusts his seat and pulls you over to sit in his lap with your skirt pulled up around your waist.

As soon as he is inside you, you get to riding, and you don’t let up until you’ve got him whimpering underneath you. You beg him to fill you, and he barely makes it through your plea before he’s emptying his balls inside your welcoming heat.

You lay kisses all over his face as he comes down from his high. As his softening length slips from you, you open the driver’s side door and exit as his spunk leaks out of you. You adjust your skirt and thank the heavens that the carport hides you for the most part. Lloyd stuffs himself back in his pants and follows after you. Locking the car with the fob, he steps ahead of you to unlock the front door.

“Well, I’d say our night out was eventful,” he jokes, and you are happy to hear that he’s not as upset as earlier.

“That’s one way to put it,” you laugh, kicking off your shoes and walking toward the bedroom. “Now, why don’t you come put me to bed properly, Duke?”

“Don’t have to ask me twice, Duchess,” he purrs, catching up to you in three long strides. He leans in to kiss your lips, reaching down to hold you close before turning you around to nibble at your neck.

You love this man with all of your heart. For all of his flaws, he always gets this part right. He treats you like royalty. But what else would you expect? He works hard, and he loves hard. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Hey, if you don’t mind the question. What’s your opinion on Undertale Yellow?

8/10 game. pretty good at being a game, not so much at being an undertale story. the gameplay itself was fun, the area/puzzle designs too, the soundtrack was untouchable it literally gave me the same rush i felt hearing sburb initiation for the first time. minor NPCs designs were fun but the primary cast was too monotonous, tbh. (all the main characters have tall gangly very detailed designs save for like, axis). its attempts at landing Undertale's humor were quite often successful, but it held back on exaggeration and caricaturing its original characters which took away that oomph from the canon game. the character writing was... lacking. which is a pity.

i love fucked up women so i was really disappointed that every single one of ceroba's actions/ideas/influences on the story were nothing but an extension of her dead husband. when you take chujin away she's just... A Good Wife and Mother. or starlo's past love interest ig. i mean both dalv and martlet's backstory were tied to her family and we never see them interact at all. but they do have an established dynamic.... with the dead husband. again. UGH. she's just really wasted as a character (she and chujin should've BOTH been scientists and she should've continued the project AGAINST his wishes after he died. she's the main cast character, she should be the driving force in the narrative, not him—even if chujin sets the plot in montion by inventing the serum first).

I'm not a huge asgore fan—not that i dislike him, he's just not a character i care about all that much—so congrats to this game for making me say "he would NOT fucking say that". the "fuck the royals" subplot thing was really unnecessary. actually, that was a bit of a recurring thing in the game. suddenly introducing these Huge Social Dilemmas like labor exploitation, anti-monarchic sentiments, misogyny (bro who on earth "needs to take a wife" this is Undertale) everyone realizing that clover is a child, over exaggerating the violence at stake... while also attempting to maintain Undertale's careless, bouncy treatment of the situation. that's... not how things work. undertale is able to maintain its light tone BECAUSE it doesn't let you take those topics seriously, they're not meant to be. the fairytale-like king, the battles, the child protagonist, they're all set dressings for the REAL story and REAL power imbalance it wants to highlight: that between player and game characters. everything is in function of that. you take that layer of separation and make everyone aware that theyre violently attacking and killing a literal child... that's not. a good thing dude. if it's not gonna impact the tone of the story, why acknowledge it in the first place? it's just unnecessary

anyway flowey neutral run was really, really fun. his dialogue writing all throughout the game was very solid and i had a blast having him around. however, they shouldn't have tried to anticipate his character development. this game is a prequel, you can't do that without undermining his arc in the canon events. pacifist should've had him doubling down on his frustration from the neutral ending. i do all this work for you keeping you alive and you make the same mistake i did sacrifice yourself for them??? are you BRAINDEAD???? what I'm saying is he basically should've thrown the biggest tantrum of his LIFE. oh and in the NM run he should've been terrified when he lost control of the SAVE file. this is the first time it's ever happened to him and now he's gonna die for good. he wouldn't have gloated like he did.

if you want to hear more criticism along the lines of what i said then this post by the fantastic @andreabandrea covers a lot of what i also felt during the game. i know this might sound like a lot of negativity, but the fact remains that UTY was an absolutely phenomenal work of fan creativity the likes of which we have never seen before in the fandom. considering the quality and polish, i thought it only fair to approach it as the piece of art it is and give it my genuine thoughts on the matter.

overall, still a really fun way to spend the afternoon with a pal. so. thumbs up

[all-pacas]

house md finales ranked or top 10 episodes

FINALES RANKED that seems like a fun one!!

8. S7: Moving On

I had to look up the name, which is telling. Look. I try not to be too hard on S7, but I think we all kind of agree it's the weakest one, right? And even though no one knew this was going to be Lisa Edelstein's last episode, ending Cuddy like this is… rough. The patient/case wasn't good at all — I know finales are usually more about the character story and I get they were trying to contrast her acting out with House's, but it just ended up being an episode full of unpleasant people acting unpleasantly. I don't hate the parallel, or the addition of "here is the loving partner you are hurting with your acting out," but… haven't we done all this before?

I did like the note that Thirteen is into modern performance art, because I think that's very funny of her.

7. S2: No Reason

Man, I wavered about this one. On the one hand, the episode is a lot of fun, and I love S2. It's fun to see House realize he's dreaming, it's fun to see his versions of the characters and his POV. But nothing really happens, both literally and in the space of the episode: it's just an hour-long dream sequence. I don't hate it, but I like my finales to have more oomph, you know? To be honestly, I'm also rating it a bit lower for all the gross-out shots. We really didn't need it to be as gross as it was.

6. S1: Honeymoon

I actually do really like this episode, but we've already reached the point of this list where there are no bad episodes. Honeymoon is much less dramatic and more grounded than the finales that came after: it's mostly just a normal case, and that's not a bad thing. But it doesn't stand out, either.

5. S6: Help Me

A very good episode, but I think it's a little tainted for me because of S7: knowing we're about to lose Thirteen for basically the rest of the show, it sucks to barely see her here. The team has nothing to do. I do think Cuddy's dumping Lucas was out of nowhere, even if I don't exactly mourn the end of the relationship. Also, is it just me, or do other people also find it distracting that the whole team wasn't working triage? I get it was to get the minor characters out of the way, but… did we really need the crane operator's case at all?

4. S8: Everybody Dies

I want to clarify this by saying it is just about the perfect series finale. It's just… over half the episode was House in a burning building, talking to his ghosts. This isn't a bad thing, but as someone who always likes the side characters more, I wish we'd had more than just a montage in the last five minutes; I wish we got some info on what everyone else had been up to. I know House is the main character and the most important one but… Five more minutes of everyone else, you know?

3. S3: HUMAN ERROR

In all honestly, I'd rate this higher just for bias. I love the original team the best, always, and S3 is so good and spends so much time on setting them up to move on and go. The case itself is fairly pointless, but that's not the point, the point is changing and moving on and growth. It's truly the only ensemble finale of the bunch, caring just as much about Chase and Cameron and Foreman as it does House; Human Error will always be famous to me.

2. S4: HOUSE'S HEAD/WILSON'S HEART

It feels sacriledgious to put this second, because they are excellent pieces of television — let's be real, this is what Everybody Dies was trying to be, a close character study of House and Wilson, but the other character matter. There are so many perfect moments in these episodes, but I also love it for focusing on more than just House: Cuddy holding Wilson as he breaks down, the new kids trying to say goodbye to Amber, the old team meeting for dinner in the same restaurant they hung out in in S1. Everything about Amber. But ultimately I rank it just below…

1. S5: BOTH SIDES NOW

I have seen many people say that "Both Sides Now" could have been the series finale of House, and honestly? It could have been. We end S5 with everyone at their happiest and best: Cuddy has Rachael, Taub and his Rachel have worked things out and are happy; Thirteen is getting treatment and happy with Foreman, Cameron and Chase are married, House is getting the help he needs and about to embark on sobriety — throw in Broken and everyone really is healed and thriving. It's an emotional high point, and that makes the tragedy of the next few years all the sharper; at the same time, it's also just a fantastic episode, pulling a bait and switch that no one saw coming with House's hallucinations and the devastating return of Amber and Kutner. I don't think I would have wanted the show to end here, but it could have, and that says something, you know?

[karlachismylife]

character ask thingy for konig, thank you sm I hope your day is going great! <3

Oooh, König! I'm not talking about him much on here, am I? Might have something to do with the betrayal of my friend whom I dragged into the COD fandom for my Karlach x Soap team or at least Ghoap only to lose her to the Ghost x König gang... (I'm joking, we're still having fun, ship whomever you want). Thanks for asking!! And also thank you, my days are pretty okay lately, hope yours are too <3

If anyone else is interested, I'll be glad to talk about someone else from COD and BG3. The game itself is here if someone wants to reblog!

So, König, the big Austrian that has literally a couple parapgraphs of bio on the wiki but a ton of fans to make up for it, eh?

favorite thing about them

I'll do two, because one is mostly canon based and the other mostly headcanon, but not fully. The canon favourite thing is that he's imperfect at his job. It's not just his size that prevented him from becoming a sniper, it also says he is "unable to stay still". I think it would be easy to make him a total machine and just slap the social anxiety on top as the only "imperfection" he has, especially since he is a minor character in a fucking pew pew ka-boom game. But they literally said he's actually not that good at his job (like, if he's unable to stay still, this won't impact just his sniper abilities, you know?). So that's neat, I love when people are allowed to be not that perfect at their job. And the favourite headcanon thing is that he's a gentle giant, I just love the type. Yeah, he's huge and kills people, but he'll also cradle a little bunny like it's the most precious creature on Earth.

least favorite thing about them

Uhh apart from the fact that people for some reason (ahem, racism) replace Gaz with him instead of just adding him?.. I think he either compensates for his anxiety or just feels much more confident at work and it makes him a little too cocky without needed (for me at least) charisma/unseriousness towards himself. Judging mostly from his body language. I know he has a sense of humour, but yeah... maybe calm down a little big guy.

favorite line

Any of the few lines in German he has. Or the "pick your guts off the floor", lol. I just like German and König is a funny fella, especially when he sounds angy.

brOTP

König x Gaz! There have been a couple arts on the theme and I absolutely adore them. Stop pretending they can't coexist! Also, Kyle would definitely find a way with words to make König feel more at ease off duty or would handle the way König is in the field easily.

OTP

I don't actually have any preferences at all, I like everything I see with him simply because people explore different dynamics and it's the most fun part for me. BUT I'll say like what I saw from Ghoap x König less because everything I saw puts Soap into a position/dynamic I don't really enjoy that much. Doesn't mean there isn't something I'll like a lot tho!

nOTP

As always, nOTPs are not my thing, but toxic stuff upsets me.

random headcanon

Also giving you two: he loves wearing lingerie but is a little bit ashamed of it and definitely hides it and he's generally a sweet tooth, especially for chocolate, so a slice (several) of good Sachertorte will make him really happy.

unpopular opinion

Uhh... he doesn't have a huge dick?.. No one in my universe does cuz I don't see the appeal (we have huge straps in my universe tho. but toys are separate). I don't know what's popular opinion lmao, sorry.

song i associate with them

Oooh, I actually have one this time! It's from my favourite German band Oomph! - "Kleinstadtboy". I like the whole album it's from because they experimented with their sound and quite successfully in my opinon, and this one has both the lyrics (yeah it's about gayyyys but also toxic masculinity in general. fits him well I think) and the according sound. The overblown dry electronics crackling/rasping just suits him, I think. I think he smells of static electricity too.

favorite picture of them

I don't really have one? But I like him doing different finishers. Looks impressive thanks to his size.

[fatuismooches]

I used to love scrolling through the Dottore x Reader tag on Tumblr until I stumbled upon your account and ended up binge-reading all of your posts. [I would spam-like all your posts, but I’m unsure if spam-liking is unwelcome! (/--)/] I just have to say, your writing and characterization of Dottore and his segments are by far the best I’ve ever read and seen???? Honestly, it’s my favourite portrayal of Dottore, and your writing is just so immaculate??? The emotions and details are perfect, and it’s always such a joy to read and visualize everything in my head. If I had to describe it with a physical feeling, your writing feels warm, fun, freeing, and safe—like lying in a field of grass under a night sky, with warm winds brushing against my skin. ＼(^-^)／

I love your versions of the segments, too! They all feel so unique, and there’s such variety in your portrayal of them. I love how each segment gets its share of love. The interactions between the reader, Prime, and the segments never feel awkward—everything feels balanced and fair. I used to be really unsure about segments x reader content, but you’ve made me fall in love with them all. The way you give each segment so much personality while ensuring none of them overshadow the others is just incredible?? IF THAT MAKES SENSE—I’M JUST RAMBLING I FEAR— TLDR: YOUR WRITING MAKES MY EYES AND HEART EXPLODE WITH HAPPINESS. (*^ー^)ノ♪

AND THE ANGST WRITING TOO??? UGH, MY HEART. IT’S SO PAINFUL. I LITERALLY TEAR UP AND CHOKE UP EVERY TIME YOU WRITE ANGST. [PLEASE, SEGMENTS AND PRIME DOTTORE LIVE FOREVER!!! MY HEART CANT HANDLE THAT PAIN- AND THAT LATEST ONE ABOUT OMEGA AND READER HAD ME DOWN ON THE GROUND, UNABLE TO GET UP. (/_;)/] But seriously, your work has made me so much more attached to Dottore than ever before. Sometimes I even find it hard to go through the Dottore x Reader tag nowadays because I’ve developed such a heavy bias and preference for your characterization of him. It’s such a refreshing take on the character and I absolutely adore it. ＼(^-^)／

Also, I’m just in general a sucker for villains being soft for their lover, and the fragile reader concept you explore on this blog is just chef’s kiss.

Please write forever, I don't know what I'll do with my nightly reading time without your delicious dottore content /lh /pos

Also, your blog is so organized it saves me so much time as someone who frequently gets losT online and irl

CAN I BE 💀🎉 ANON???? I'VE NEVER BEEN AN ANON THING BEFORE IDK HOW TO DO THIS

SORRY FOR THE WORD VOMIT MY MIND HAS LIKE 3938328 THINGS RUNNING AT ONCE AND WANTS TO SAY THEM ALL IN ONE GO

ANON??!? IM LITERALLY GOING TO CRY I NEED A MOMENT TO BREATHE WHO LET YOU BE SO KIND- IWHDEUWIDHEW

FIRST OF ALL, THANK U FOR THIS ILY 😭🙏 I'm super happy you like my writing and characterization of Dottore, your praise makes my heart happy and want to continue to write *hugs* 💕! (and feel free to spam like, it doesn't bother me and it makes me smile actually!)

I'M GLAD I MADE YOU LIKE SEGMENTS FICS TOO??😭🥺 that's a huge compliment bfbewfe imo the segments are underrated in fics and need more love so to know i converted you just makes me go 🥹🥹🥹🤏💙💙💙💕🥺 FELLOW SEGMENT LOVER!!!! I VERY MUCH ADORE YOUR RAMBLING ANON!! your praise for my writing is far too high i fear- i just write what my whimsical heart tells me to 🫶 i think ur the one making my eyes and heart explode!!! >.<

AHH IM HOLDING U TIGHTLY DURING THE ANGST FBEWFEW I PROMMY EVERYONE IS ALIVE!!!! I'm also glad you liked the Omega fic hehe i was worried it didn't have the usual oomph BUT IT SEEMS I DID MY JOB!!! (secretly love-hate writing angst bc it makes me sad but i also love reactions like these-) It's always the nicest thing when people love Dottore more thanks to my writing, it's truly so cute!! I love spreading the doter love... 💞💞💞

SUPER GLAD YOU LOVE THAT TROPE TOO!!! IT IS MY LIFE'S BLOOD!! i prommy to write forever for you dear 💀🎉 anon (funny emoji combo) I WILL MAKE YOUR NIGHTS THE BEST NIGHTS!! also glad to see you appreciate my organization, i am actually proud of my blog's structure hehe

U DON'T NEED TO APOLOGIZE!!! I LOVED THIS ASK SM IM STORING IT SAFELY!!

[mapofyourstars]

What if Erik was scarred and traumatized, but Emma convinces him to volunteer as a model for an art class, without informing him its nude modeling?

And what if Charles gets roped into attending a drawing class by him roommate, and ends up sketching Erik?

What then?

what then indeed :)

(cross-posted to ao3)

"You can't stay in your room forever, Erik," Emma hollers from the other side of Erik's bedroom door, locked out by his abilities. "You need to get back on your feet, grab the guy by the dick, so to speak."

Face-first into his pillow, Erik groans. "Emma, that is not the phrase." He digs his hands underneath the pillow, wrapping it over his ears. "Besides, I told you that I'm off men forever."

"Oh, please," Emma sighs, and Erik can hear her eye-roll. "I don't need to dip into your mind to know that's a lie. You just had a tough break, that's all. I mean, what did you expect to happen with a guy named Logan?"

"Emma..." Erik whines, most of the oomph behind it being lost in the pillow.

Emma jiggles the door handle. "C'mon, I signed you up for something, and it starts in thirty minutes. It's very artsy, very cool – you're gonna love it. And there's no commitment." Erik makes a muffled noise, remembering his last conversation that involved the word 'commitment'; and Emma backtracks. "Sorry, sorry, bad word choice. But after today, you can quit and never go back, I promise. And you quite literally just have to sit there. You're gonna love it, and you're gonna get your confidence back doing it. You're hot, you're smart, and you deserve some joy after everything that happened."

Erik can't see Emma's mischievous smile behind the door, nor can he tell entirely if Emma manipulated him to get to the art building. But Erik finds himself sitting on a stool in the middle of class room surrounded by other college students, each one of them staring directly at him with wide eyes because he's naked. Emma signed him up to be a nude model for an art class, and Erik's going to kill her. He might be two hundred dollars richer – paid before he even took his clothes off – but he's still gonna kill her.

Class starts, and the professor directs Erik to stand naturally on the side of the stool. Erik minds everyone's prying eyes and rests his hand on top of the stool, trying to look as comfortable as possible. But suddenly, he's hyper-aware of how his feet are a little crooked and his arm is twisted in a funny way and his shoulders are a little too hunched. He adjusts himself, receiving a smile from the professor, and the art students begin sketching, trying very hard to not look Erik in his eyes.

He returns the favor until the classroom door squeaks open, and two male students come in, shutting the door quickly behind them. The professor scoffs them for being late as they grab a sketchpad and pencils by the door. Erik watches the one student with curly brown hair and a firm ass scurry behind his friend as they take a seat.

With the room quite from concentration, Erik overhears the cute one say to his friend, "Why did you rope me into coming to your class if today's lesson involved nudity?"

Erik suppresses a small laugh, and the brown-haired guy looks up, making eye-contact with Erik. Erik holds the stare, cataloging the bright blue of his eyes, but the student breaks first, his cheeks faintly blushing. He fumbles with his pencil, and Erik holds his head a little higher, not ashamed at peacocking just a bit. Emma is right – he is smart and he is hot and he will grab life by the dick again.

The silence in the room immediately breaks by the cutie seeming to choke on air, coughing quietly. Erik senses another presence as if they are right next to him, and if he didn't have Emma for a friend, he wouldn't know what he was feeling. But Erik recognizes it right away and pinches his lips together to hold back his wide grin.

Catching bits of my thoughts, are we? Erik projects out, familiar with the ways to communicate with telepaths.

In his chair, the telepath freezes, his eyes shooting up to Erik's immediately. Holy shit, I'm so sorry. It was just a lot coming in here, and I let myself relax a bit too much. I mean, you're literally just naked. I don't even... His eyes wander down Erik's torso and land on his waist, licking and biting his lip in the process.

You know, Erik projects playfully, my eyes are up here.

The same flush from before floods his face, and he resets his eyes again. I'm sorry.

Erik smirks. My name's Erik.

Blue-eyes gives Erik the biggest doe eyes he's ever seen. Charles.

How about you draw me now and then I'll draw you later back at my place?

Charles flushes again, and suddenly, ocean blue and rosy pink are Erik's favorite colors.

[charmfamily]

CORVUS CROSSING: A CHARM FAMILY STORY. PROLOGUE -- "GENESIS IN BLACK", PART XVIII.  Transcript Beneath the Cut.

DAMIEN: -- It just came out literally three days ago and everyone I know already has it! I have to buy it now, seriously, I haven't watched any Let's Play streams or checked Social Bunny because I'm avoiding spoilers -- I haven't even been on my Minecraft server! For three days! Come on, it's only 10 Hekte -- I'll do chores for it -- just let me borrow the credit card, please?

FORTUNA: What's it called again? Teddy's Sleepover?

DAMIEN: [rolls his eyes] Five Nights at Freddy's 4.

FORTUNA: Well… for the low, low price of 10 Hekte… [she grins.] I'm sold. Do the afternoon chores for the goats and the pigs after breakfast and the credit card in my purse is yours so you can get Freddy the Fourth. This is something your parents are going to be fine with you having, right, draga?

DAMIEN: … Yes.

VESTA: [calling out through the foyer.] Tuna? Watch the kids for a second, please…  

FORTUNA: [yells] What do you think I'm doing in here, dingbat?! [Fortuna narrows her eyes suspiciously as she turns her attention back to Damien] Very convincing… but considering it's video games and not drugs, I won't tell your mom if you don't. Wash up before we eat-- go go go.

AGNES: Don't fret about any of the arrangements, dearheart, my nephew will take care of everything. We'll get you a nice cup of tea, and if that doesn't do the trick to soothe your nerves -- a good old-fashioned sleeping potion with some oomph to it, I'm sure Simeon has something useful. Fortuna and Vesta of course have the children well in hand I suspect, but if need be I can stay a few hours…

VESTA: Minerva? --

[icyhottodo]

DAY AND NIGHT ˚₊✩‧₊

summary: you have always been in love with your best friend, but you weren’t sure if he liked you back due to his behavior of flirting with many people, including you. but you finally get your answer when isagi takes you out.

contains: f2l-ish, it's implied to but yeah LOL, gn reader, 1.6k words, pinning from both sides, isagi calls you love, pretty, and babe.

nini’s notes: i quite literally hate this but the idea was cute in my head ok? (๑•́o•̀๑) i wanted this song to feel like day & night by jung seunghwan! you guys should give it a listen. lastly, thank you to ri (@riabriyn) for proofreading &lt;3

people often call teenagers and young adults in the prime of their lives. the reason why? because they are old enough to gain more freedom from their family, they can escape situations more easily.

summer break so far has been quite boring; the weather was too hot for you to go anywhere fun. you were lying carelessly on the floor of your living room, just staring at the ceiling. until isagi bursts into your home, happily walking in. your home is a second home to isagi, so knocking is unnecessary for him.

"y/n! get ready; we’re going somewhere!"  isagi excitedly jumped onto you after he found you. you made an ‘oomph’ noise due to isagi’s sudden weight.

"where are we going?

"that, my love, is a secret." he climbs on top of you and puts his index finger on top of your lips, showing how much isagi wanted to keep it a surprise.

isagi tends to be touchy with you and quite often calls you pet names. this usually causes misunderstandings between your friends because they think that both of you are dating, but isagi would always clarify, saying the relationship was purely platonic. nonetheless, whenever he is close to you or gives you cute nicknames, it always makes your stomach churn, not knowing if that feeling is good or not.

you turn your head to the side to avoid looking at his charming smirk, but you can't help but hide a smile forming on your face. "alright, isagi."

isagi gets off you and sits right next to you, saying, "go get ready and make sure you dress warmly; we’ll stay there at night."

the next thing you know, you’re in isagi’s car, driving through the streets, recognizing the roads until you no longer know where you are. with the soothing music on the radio and isagi’s humming, you start to feel tired. your eyelids slowly close with time until you lose consciousness.

"hey there, sleepyhead." you can feel a hand run through your head, massaging your scalp. the action was so soothing, it almost made you fall asleep once again.

"woah there, don’t go sleeping on me again, love. come on; we’re here." isagi stops massaging your head, making you whine. nonetheless effectively waking you up. sleepily, you look around your surroundings. you quickly concluded that isagi had brought you to a small local fair located in a park. so everything around you was surrounded by grass, children, vendors, and many people.

"come on! i’ll buy you as many snacks as you want. but not those carnival games; they’re a scam." isagi warmly smiles at you, quickly adding to that last sentence about fair booths. isagi holds out his hand to pull out of his car while saying that. damn. there goes your heart again. you hope isagi isn’t able to hear your heart pounding this fast. you take isagi’s hand, not wanting to leave him hanging for too long.

most of the rides were kid-friendly, so you weren’t exactly out of energy. after deciding you two were done with rides, you two went for the carnival games, and you scanned through the prizes for each carnival booth, which mainly consisted of plushies until an award caught your eye. the reward was a plushie of one of your favorite animals, and it was huge.

coincidentally, you and isagi approached the very same booth with the plushie that had caught your eye. isagi looked at the carnival game, and to his surprise, the game was a kick-and-score booth. the way to win is basically in the name; in front of the player is a cardboard wall with a soccer net painted. finally, a circular hole was carved out right in the middle of the soccer goal. all isagi needed to do was kick the soccer ball into that hole.

"one soccer ball, please," isagi said while pulling out the required tokens to play. this made you turn to isagi in confusion. you thought earlier that isagi had said these carnival games were rigged. now he is suddenly playing them? perhaps isagi is playing this game because the game is related to soccer, as you assumed.

and you weren't surprised when isagi’s soccer ball fits right through the carved-out hole, assuming that's why he won through the vigorous training he went through in blue lock. "wow, it's not easy to make that goal, kid." the booth keeper stated in awe. "which prize do you want? you can get anything." the booth keeper showed isagi all of the prizes he could choose from, but without a thought, isagi pointed at the very same plushie you were staring at minutes ago. your face quickly morphs into shock when isagi excitedly turns to you, handing over the plushie he worked so hard to gain.

"here, it's for you," isagi hesitantly said with an evident blush on his face. flustered by his actions, you still gratefully took the stuffed animal with a wide smile.

"thank you, isagi." you held the present up to your chest and held it tightly. you never mentioned anything about the plushie to isagi. but when you two approached the booth, isagi noticed that you were just staring at the prize you wanted. in his mind, he instantly knew he wanted to win that prize to make you happy. he’ll do anything to see you smile. "you two are such a cute couple. reminds me of me and my wife."

immediately, you and isagi turned to each other in confusion before turning back to the carnival booth keeper. right when you were about to deny the allegations of you two being a couple, isagi beat you to it.

"thank you." you blankly stared at isagi, taking a few seconds to comprehend what he just said. but before you could realize what he had said, isagi pulled you away and started to walk away before you could deny anything to the carny.

you didn’t know whether to say anything or not. opting to choose the first option, feigning ignorance about whatever happened earlier. isagi didn’t even approach any other carnival game after the first game.

you two continued to walk around the fair, eating some cotton candy or freshly made popcorn, until the sun started to set. isagi confidently interlocks his hand with yours, and he starts leading you away from the rides and off to the grassier areas. you can see people setting up blankets or even tents on the grass throughout the park. once you two found a clear spot, isagi let go of your hand and said, "hold on, i’ll be right back soon."

you stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. you waited for a few minutes until isagi ran back to you, holding two thick blankets between his arm and chest; the other was a picnic box. "here... i got these... for you." isagi puffs out from what you can safely assume was because of the running.

you helped isagi lay the blanket on the grass, and the two of you sat on it. isagi places the woven basket right in between the basket and opens it to grab something inside. you soon find out what isagi was looking for when isagi pulls out two white cloths along with two candles.

"we’re making lanterns!" isagi showed the white cloths excitedly. "it's a lantern festival." isagi continued, his hand gesturing to the people around you guys. when you looked you noticed each blanket had at least one shining light on them. you look up at the sky, and you can see the stars shining. you were brought back to reality when isagi jokingly accused you and asked, "babe, are you not going to help me build your lantern?"

you rolled your eyes, feigning annoyance, before scooting over closer to where isagi sat. in the midst of setting them up, isagi says, "we’re supposed to let these lanterns float at..." isagi checks the time on his watch: "eleven p.m., so in five minutes or so."

the time seemed to pass by quickly since you started to see people stand up and let their lanterns start to fly. you two start to get ready to release the lanterns. you hold the bottom of the lantern’s cloth and gently lift the light into the air with the countdown with isagi’s.

"wow." you exclaimed in awe, "the lanterns look so pretty." once the two your eyes sparkled from all the light from the lanterns and the stars.

isagi wished he had taken a photo of you; instead of looking at the lanterns, he was admiring you. his eyes stay on you and nothing else. "yeah, they look extremely pretty."

you noticed that isagi’s tone sounded a bit dreamy, which made you turn to him. who was already looking at you. your eyes widen slightly from seeing isagi turn pink from being caught by you; you were lucky to catch a glimpse of a flustered isagi because of all the lanterns. you laughed nervously. did isagi mean that you’re pretty? "isagi, you’re not even looking at the sky. how can you claim that the sky is pretty?"

"i mean, you are pretty."

[spanishskulduggery]

Hola! I've come across the following line when I read Spanish poetry:

<<Si me muero, que me muera>>

The translator translated it: If I die, let me die.

I think it's a beautiful line but is it grammatically correct? I am a beginner and still do not have a firm grasp of conditional tense/reflexives etc. Thank you!

Adíos 2024; hola 2025 :D

Yes, that's grammatically correct, but this is a bit advanced for grammar so bear with me

(Though first I would mention these aren't conditional in the sense of the conditional tense which usually conjugates with what looks like a verb in the infinitive -ar, -ir, -er but with an added ía sort of ending... like hablaría is "would/could speak".......... I realize that's not what you're talking about, I just wanted you to know that you're not seeing conditional; me muero is present tense, and then me muera in the second clause is more present subjunctive)

A true reflexive verb means that the subject and object are the same. As an example, me pongo la ropa "I put on clothes"; literally "I put on myself the clothing"... since "I" puts it on "me", the subject and object are the same

me muero is a special case

Two big grammatical things are happening here and again, fairly advanced so just know it's okay not to get it

First, morir "to die" can sometimes come up as morirse "to die/pass away" as a reflexive verb. The difference is very hard to translate into English because it is the same idea, just that morirse as a reflexive tends to imply suddenness, unexpectedness, or an emotional kind of connection

[a lot of native speakers will use me muero for lots of things online too; it can read like "I'm dead" like "I'm deceased", almost like laughing, or being mortified, either way... me muero de risa "I'm dying of laughter"...... a while ago people would say a ver si me muero "see if I die" but it's like "I can't even" in vibes. Not sure if it's still used]

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Basically, some verbs get a little extra oomph if they're in reflexive. morir is one of them. The others to be aware of are comerse with food is "to eat up/wolf down" like you're really enjoying what you're eating, there's dormirse which is "to fall asleep" rather than just dormir "to sleep", and ir is "to go" and irse is "to go away"

I'm gonna warn you now, you don't get taught those differences - I had to look them up and feel them out... and also it's advanced grammar, so don't worry about it for now, just be aware the reflexive verbs don't always read as traditional reflexives

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Second thing, que me muera is an indirect command

In Spanish there are three "moods". There's imperative which are commands, there's subjunctive which is an advanced concept but it's usually expressions of doubt, hypotheticals, polite requests, people acting on other things/people so that something happens... it's a big topic... and then the indicative mood is everything else

[Basically three moods encompass different ways you can use Spanish and the "tenses" are times it can be done i.e. past, present, future... that's why there's present (indicative) tense and also present subjunctive; me muero is indicative, me muera subjunctive but both technically present..... there's also past tenses and a past subjunctive, etc.]

An indirect command is somewhere between imperative and subjunctive

In other words, it's kind of a command but it's not a direct "do it" or "don't do it", and subjunctive can be done with polite requests like quiero que hables "I want you to speak"

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An indirect command is like "tell someone to do that", or a roundabout command like que seamos amables "let's be nice" [nosotros indirect command]

The que here reads as "let's", but it's usually "that"

A que connects clauses though for subjunctive typically - quiero is "I want", a subject and a predicate... then hables would be "you" and "speak" so again a subject and predicate, but they're different subjects

Subjunctive is one thing working on another, so it's "I want THAT you speak", if that makes sense

Similar to espero que llueva "I hope (that) it rains"... the que is connecting the two separate clauses [which are made up of a subject and predicate]

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Simply using que is like cutting out that first verb, and that's why it's almost like a command but it isn't technically as direct as simply saying "do it"

Instead it's like "may it be done" rather than "do it"

Another example, que así sea is "so be it" - that's an indirect command in Spanish [lit. kind of like "let it be this way", where así is "in that way" or "as such", and sea is a subjunctive conjugation of ser]

Some people use indirect commands like commands

Sometimes they translate it as "may" or "let"

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Put simply si me muero "if I pass away" + que me muera "may it be that I pass away" or "(allow) that I die" ...in a more literal way

Thus, "if I die, let me die"

If you have any other questions let me know, I know it's a lot all at once I just hope I was clear and didn't lose you by talking technical terms and grammar

[myteavsricochet]

there is something so attractive about the fact that tzp knows how to model. i find it so attractive how he is able to stand in front of all these cameras and pose so effortlessly. i know it's literally his job (even before he became an actor) and i know this may not be such a big deal for others, but there's just something about it that does it for me.

personally, i think modeling is not as easy as it may seem. i literally cannot pose for the life of me. one thing i can also think of is how we see so many attractive celebrities on these red carpets and events and we see them wearing all these gorgeous outfits, but sometimes you can just tell it's missing something (not accessories or any physical object), and maybe one of those is the way they carry themselves or how they don't really know how to pose. i know these celebrities/actors aren't really required to be good at posing, but there's just something about those who do. it just adds an extra 'oomph' to the person's look.

if we look at it, tzp's outfits during the recent award shows weren't actually that "extraordinary" (which is not a bad thing!). they were somehow your normal and usual suits, just with different colors and details, but it doesn't really feel too simple because of the way he's carrying himself. the way he walks, the way he looks at the camera, the way he poses - it just oozes so much confidence, and that is SO attractive. there's just something so attractive in seeing a person who clearly knows what to do and is good at it.

i feel like there's so much more i wanna say but my brain's all jumbled up rn and honestly this post was way messier than how i intended to write it, but i've been wanting to send this to you ever since all the award shows were done but i just never had the time and energy to, until today. so yeah, sorry if it's too long and all over the place! i may or may not send more tzp thoughts in your inbox (we'll see if my brain will cooperate). but yeah, that's it from me... for now?

ahhhhh I love these thoughts about tzp please never stop, among so many horrible words that we get every day it's so nice to read these love messages 🥰

and I agree with everything, of course. He knows perfectly what he is doing, you can see that he likes fashion a lot and consequently works hard to make everything perfect and knows perfectly how to move. He is soo good in this and I would love to see him move on a catwalk or work with great designers.

what was so appreciated at the oscars was precisely the simplicity of his outfit which made him looks beautiful but "without trying to steal attention". He and Jason really know what they do and thanks to this they are giving him a great visibility

[hannahmanderr]

HERE TO FIX MY WRONNGDOINGS PITCH PEARL PLSSSSSS

Fenton didn't even have time to react to the sudden drop in temperature before something cold snaked around his arm.

He shrieked. "Getoffofme!" he began shouting in rushed words as he flailed his arms wildly, trying to shake the thing off. Unfortunately for him, it wasn't going to come off so easily.

A moment later, gasps of stifled laughter tickled at his ears, and a moment after that, the sense of familiarity settled into his chest, both at the voice and at the thing wrapped around his arm. He resumed his efforts to rid himself of it, but this time with a bit more thoughtfulness and a lot more anger.

"You. Are. The. Worst!" he hissed. Each word was punctuated with a swat in the general direction of the choked laughter. None of them landed, making the laughter only grow stronger.

Fenton growled and wrenched his arm out of the grasp of the strange, semi-tangible hold. In one motion, he yanked his arm out and quickly twisted it back around to grab at the area where it had been. This time, he landed true, and his hand closed around it.

"Hey!" The protest was accompanied by a flicker of his assailant. "Not cool!"

Fenton simply rolled his eyes and, keeping his grasp on the odd force, stormed into the nearby alleyway. Once safely tucked in between the two buildings, he hurled his hand forward, throwing the assailant into the wall.

Phantom appeared right as his back hit the wall and he let out an oomph. The assailant - his stupid tail - split back into two legs from the sudden shock of the impact. "What was that for?" he whined as he rubbed the back of his head.

"What do you mean, what was that for? How about you sneaking up on me and scaring the crap out of me?"

Phantom grinned sheepishly. "I couldn't help it. No one else was around, it was the perfect moment. Besides," he said, leaning in closer towards Fenton, "I have to come up with more creative ways to get to hold your hand, you know?"

Fenton remained unfazed. "You know you can literally just... hold my hand, right?"

"But that's not as much fun." The ghost lifted himself off of the ground a bit, and his legs reformed into a black, misty tail that began snaking its way towards Fenton again. "I like my way better."

"Oh, would you stop that?" Fenton batted the tail away easily. "You're not gonna get away with it by putting on this little cutesy act. And oh my God, why can I touch it? I thought that thing was like, a cloud or something?"

Phantom stopped in his tracks. He stared at the tip of his tail with a hard look as it floated between them, waving back and forth lazily. "That... is an excellent question," he muttered. Carefully, he experimented with poking and prodding at it himself.

"You mean you don't know?"

"Well excuse me! Just because I'm the ghost in this relationship doesn't mean I know everything!"

"It's literally your tail!"

"It was yours once too, you know!" Phantom huffed and crossed his arms. "It's not exactly something I've paid much attention to before. It's just... been there."

"I just thought it was different than other ghost tails," Fenton said. Now he too was staring at it, though his mind seemed to be in other places. "Like... the Observants. Or Desiree. Their tails are part of their body. But yours, it's not there all the time. You flip back and forth." He paused, then asked, "Are there other ghosts that can do that?"

"What, morph legs into a tail?" Phantom shrugged. "I don't know. I'm sure there are. I can't think of any off the top of my head though. Other than maybe Spectra and Bertrand, but that's because they have human disguises."

Fenton bit his lip and, with one finger, carefully reached out to the tip of the tail. It connected, pushing it just the slightest bit.

Phantom watched in wonder. He knew all the ghost stuff still interested Fenton - how could it not? It had become such an intimate part of his life at this point - but for as fiery as the human could get, he was often hesitant and timid, even around Phantom. Something about the simple action made his stomach flutter.

Granted, that also probably had to do with the fact that Fenton was interacting with his tail.

"It is weird," he said quietly, still watching Fenton poke at the tail, "I know other humans haven't been able to really touch it. Sam tried to hit me just last week and her hand went right through. So..."

Fenton glanced up at him. "Maybe it's 'cause I'm around ectoplasm a lot more? Or something?"

"Or..."

Fenton could recognize the look of a capital-I Idea in Phantom's eyes when he got one, and this was no exception. "Or what?" he asked impatiently.

"Maybe it's not just the ectoplasm," Phantom said, still grinning. "I mean like I said, this was your tail once too. You know it better than anyone else. Maybe you just know the right way to grab onto it."

Fenton's face flushed red. "Oh my God, did you have to make it sound dirty?"

"But think of it this way!" Phantom continued as if Fenton hadn't said anything. "Now..."

Without warning, the tail darted forward and slipped around Fenton's waist before coiling around his wrist, eliciting a yelp from him.

Phantom's grin was even wider now. "... I have an even better way of getting you close to me."

Fenton's eyes widened in realization as the tail began to pull him, closer to Phantom. A second later though, his face twisted into one of frustration. "Oh no you don't!" He dug his heels into the ground. "Don't think I've forgotten about you scaring me!"

"Aww, but darling, I can't apologize when you're way over there," Phantom said with a laugh. Despite the strain against his tail, he managed to stay still in the air.

"I'm about to 'darling' you if you don't let me go!"

"Hmm." Phantom put a thoughtful hand to his chin as he watched Fenton struggle against his hold. It felt strange, to have a human be able to to interact with such a ghostly limb, but he couldn't deny that the idea that this was a trait unique to Fenton didn't send a pleasant buzz through his core.

After a moment spent basking in the satisfaction of it all, he shrugged. "Well, I guess if I can't get you to come to me, I could always just come to you."

"Wait, what?" Fenton stopped struggling for a moment, but it was already too late. Phantom, laughing giddily, had shot forward, and before Fenton knew it, Phantom's tail was wound around him even tighter, pinning his arms into place. Phantom himself had pressed right up against his side and thrown his arms around the human's shoulders. His head was bent in close towards Fenton's.

"I hate you so much," Fenton muttered. He tried to turn his head to look at Phantom, but they were too close for it to be much more than him rubbing his cheek uselessly against Phantom's forehead.

Phantom hummed again before taking one of his hands and cupping Fenton's cheek. Gently, he lifted his head enough to turn Fenton's face to his and place his forehead against the human's.

Like this, they were twined so closely together, the rapid thrum of Fenton's heart was indistinguishable from the pulse of Phantom's core. Warm, shallow breaths tickled Phantom's face. He almost had to go cross-eyed to see into Fenton's eyes, and even though it wasn't the most comfortable thing to attempt, he tried anyway because he wanted to - needed to see his human.

Despite Fenton's pouty demeanor, Phantom could feel the desire radiating off of him. They'd been in somewhat similar positions many times before, and he knew that Fenton knew (and wanted) what always came next.

So instead, he brought Fenton's face just close enough for him to nuzzle his nose lovingly against the human's.

When he pulled his head away, he couldn't help but giggle at the pout that had become even more pronounced on Fenton's face.

"Go through all that trouble and you can't even give me a real kiss for it," he grumbled.

The giggles wouldn't stop coming. "Technically, it's still a kiss."

"... I swear if you don't quit being such a smartass, I will tie you up with your own tail and leave you in the lab for Mom and Dad to find."

Phantom just laughed harder and pulled his tail and his human in closer to deliver the 'real' kiss that had long been coming.

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