#manic + dice

[twink-between-worlds]

[whipitgod]

i wish i could be as deranged about my favorite characters as some of you guys are but im on way too many antipsychotics

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

NEVERMIND WHO CARES GET ON THE FLOOR MV

[direapple]

[starstrike]

Where do you live and where do you shop because spam's whole thing my whole life is that it's the poor people's meat.

Oregon and safeway. Looking online, I don't think it's marked up. I just wait out big sales on nicer meat and freeze that shit. A 12 pack of spam on amazon is 3.68 a pound. A two pack of spam at walmart is 4.77 a pound. Chicken breasts and thighs from safeway butcher block are on sale for 2 dollars a pound right now. Got bone in pork chops for 77 cents a pound for a saint patty's day sale. The cheapest I've seen spam on sale is 2.84 a pound. I figured I'd get some at that price. But that week, I bought 3 pounds of medium-quality bacon at 2.77 a pound instead. I cut most of it in half, then plastic wrapped and froze it in chunks of 10 half-pieces of bacon. Packing it took about 10 mins. Lasted me months. Safeway has a meat sale almost every week tbh. Something is on sale for cheaper than spam most of the time. Preparing those meats might take "more work", except... it doesn't. Rub a chicken breast with olive oil and slap paprika, salt, and pepper on that bad boy. Put it on tinfoil on a sheet pan. Bake it. 0 dishes. Takes about 25 mins. 3 mins of labor. You have to thaw it the night before, maybe. Making spam taste good means making rice and pan frying at the minimum(unless you know smth I don't) or some kinda sandwich, which uses more spoons than oven baked chicken. For me, at least. In conclusion, I have no idea why spam is the "poor people's meat". Maybe it used to be, but it isn't actually cheaper! Is it just coasting on its reputation? To me, the only benefit is that it's pre-cooked and lasts forever without freezing. Also, spam musubi is yummy. Spam, as far as I can tell, is something you buy because you like it. Not because it's cheap. Also, on a $2 a pound sale, one chicken breast with rice is about the same price as top ramen with an egg cracked in.

IMO, paying attention to sales is the best poor people's meat. I just browse the safeway app from my bed. And safeway isn't even a particularly cheap grocery store? I think their sales are just pretty good and easy to navigate. I hope someone out there gets some benefit from my budgeting essay haha. But frfr do your math and scope things out. You might be surprised what you'll find.

[trashmouth-richie]

this comes from @serasvictoria with this ask the prompt words were: pillow, caught, crush

18+ no minors, angst leading to smut, vulgar, eddie talks about his dick and steve’s 😌

2.1k // eddie x fem reader

your ex hears you’ve moved on; is he ready to let you go?

send me a prompt!

“Don’t be a dumbass.” 

Ringed hands were folded together, glistening from the makeshift dramatic lighting in Gareth’s basement. 

In the summer, Hellfire moved locations from one member's place to another, rotating every Friday to a different place. A new aroma to tickle one’s nostrils upon entering whichever home was the designated spot for the evening, to host Hawkins very own hell bound teens. 

Some homes were kept nicer than others, while Eddie’s trailer smelled like stale cigarettes and bong water, the Sinclair’s living room was pristine with updated furniture, smelling of warm vanilla and the smell of dinner still lingering in the air. 

Gareth takes another gulp of Mountain Dew, wiping the lime colored beverage from his lips. Belching on the spot. 

“Why would I lie about that?” 

Eddie shifts in the folding chair leaning forward— the chain from his waist clinking on the metal, “whatever man, don’t fuck with me.” 

Gareth grins, hands up in surrender, “listen dude, I’m just telling you what we saw,  no need to shoot the messenger.”

What Gareth and Jeff had seen weighed heavy on their minds. They had even contemplated on keeping it secret. The two couldn’t decide if Eddie should know or if it would hurt him— in the end Gareth opened his big mouth and blurted it out, in the most repugnant way imaginable. 

The painted tin container used to hold dice was crushed under the weight of Eddie’s fist as he hammered it onto the table. 

Jeff shook his head, sucking in a breath between his braced teeth, looking away from the soon to be manic Munson. 

Eddie’s temper ran hot when it came to one thing—and one thing only, you. 

Raking his fingers through his scalp, he kicks the back of his chair upon standing, ragged breaths in and out, eyes to the ceiling. You still had a hold on him, it had been months—and the only one who seemed to not be able to move on was him. 

He chuckled, pinching the inner corner of his eyes and shaking his head, “one of you take over as DM, I gotta go.” 

Bounding up the stairs before he could hear any bitching from his two longest standing friends, the carpeted steps squished under his quickened boot steps. Stealing a cookie from an iridescent colored decorative plate on the kitchen counter, Eddie stomped out the front door and to the paved driveway, starting his van with a flick of his wrist, pedal to the floor as he reversed onto the street, running over flower beds in his wake.

—

The daffodil warmth of the sun was high in the sky, a small stitch of wind blew the blades of grass gently, feathering the soft pages of your book every so often. 

It was a perfect summer day as you laid out on your driveway, ass parked in a tiny kiddie pool from your youth, blue in color, the flimsy plastic circle was filled with cool water straight from the hose. 

A few shots of spiced whiskey danced on your tongue and tangoed with the carbonated bubbles of the mixed in Coke, fizzing with each slurp from your straw, you don’t have a care in the world. 

Admiring your freshly painted nails in the pastel bubble gum shade he had picked out— it was a stark contrast to the ruby reds you had been accustomed to— but those days were long gone, and things were finally starting to look up for you. 

It had been four months since Eddie broke things off, claiming he needed ‘space to find himself’ and although you spent a majority of that time wallowing in ice cream containers and mopping up tears when you saw a brown set of curls, or heard the jingle of a chain wallet— you moved on. 

He wasn’t from Hawkins. Didn’t know of Eddie at all, and you preferred to keep it that way. You were never ashamed of the boy you loved for so many years, the only embarrassment you felt was the night he ended things like someone would end a call after placing an order for pizza. 

Like it meant nothing to him, like you meant nothing to him. But that was then, and you were happier now.

So when you looked up to see Gareth’s wide eyes staring in shock was not at all how you imagined your date would go. You had been caught red handed by his best friends, and you knew it was only a matter of time before he found out. 

Toes twirling in the water you bobbed your head along to the music playing on the portable radio, sunglasses perched on your nose— not a single care in the world. 

Until the music turned to something more familiar.. the screech of guitars and aggressive tempos, you could practically feel the warmth leave your skin as the dark cloud of Eddie’s van cast its shadow on your skin, parked in your driveway like he belonged here. 

By the way he tore around the corner and through the stop sign— you knew he was pissed. The clunk of his rings scraped against the paint as he reached through the window to open the door—still broken. 

“I don’t smoke anymore Munson, but if you’re offering freeb—”

“Who is he?” he interjected, in no mood for your joking tone. 

Sucking your drink until the ice clinks together at the bottom—whiskey making you ballsier than you ever had been—you finally answer, “Who is who?” 

He crosses his arms, trying to stay calm, although all he wanted to do was scream, “the guy, cmon princess, don't play dumb with me.” 

Staring at him you can’t believe the audacity of the boy standing in front of you, coming here, demanding to know what’s going on in your life when he’s the one who practically skipped on his way out of it. 

instead of stomping around and causing you a scene, you simply ignore him, “you’re in the way.” 

“Huh?” 

Pointing with a lazy finger to the sky you watch as his eyes follow, “don’t tell me you came here to bitch me out, you’re wasting your time.”

He leans in over your body so close that you can see the chocolate color of his eyes, eyes that you'd lose count of the times you’d stare into them. 

“I’m not leaving until you tell me who he is.” 

“Okay.” You say nonchalantly, unbothered. 

“Okay?”

“Yeah go ahead, stay. ‘s long as you want,” you push yourself up from the pool, standing in a string bikini that matched your nails, “I’ll be the bigger person here, and I’ll leave.” 

Water dripped down your thighs as you walked to the front porch and pushed the door open, ready to slam it shut and twist the lock upon entry—but a dark boot prevents your dismissal.

Rolling your eyes you try to kick his knee to get him to move but he wouldn’t budge, and you huff in annoyance. 

“Pretty sure this is harassment.” 

You ignore the way he walks in your house like he knew his way around, even though he did, your house was a second home to him for years.

Shutting the door with dramatic flair, Eddie leans into your space, inches from your nose, “just answer my question sweetheart— and I’ll be on my happy little way.” 

“You’re deranged if you think I’m telling you anything.”

He cocks his head and laughs like a jerk, mocking you.

“Thata more than likely, but I know better than anyone,” his eyes undress you, fingernails skating across your thighs, “how much you like it.”

You turn and shout over your shoulder, “go home Eddie— I’m not in the mood for this!” 

He barrels around you, demanding your attention. 

“Aww you’re not in the mood?” his voice dipped to a gravelly bite of anger as he put his hand over his heart, “my sincerest apologies to your feelings baby…but I somehow don’t give a fuck about your little feelings when I find out from Gareth that you were sucking some guy’s dick in the Starcourt parking lot.” 

Your face heats in embarrassment and Eddie’s eyes are glassy, coated with pain. You never wanted to hurt him, never wanted him to look at you the way he is right now. 

“Ed—” 

He smirks.

“I think it’s cute…honestly, still doing the same shit you did with me…” he moves to brush your cheek with his thumb, “I’m flattered.”

“Get out,” you bite back, making to shove him to the door but you’re no match for him. 

“D’dya swallow for him like you did for me?” 

“Get..” 

“He bigger than me?” 

“…out!” your shoves are fruitless against his broad shoulders.

“Last I checked Harrington was the only one who had me beat… unless you’re fucking him too.”

The slap startled him, but he knew he deserved it. The torment in your eyes was fueled by his words and he fucking hated himself for making you feel that way. 

He was hurting too, body shaking with rage and swallowing tears the whole drive here. But, when your tears fell on the apples of your cheeks— all his pain turned to gloom. 

“I’m sorry— I— That was a dick thing to say.” 

“Do you think getting over you was easy for me?”

“I don’t know.” 

“It wasn’t.. and truthfully I don’t think I am yet, but what fucking choice did I have?!”

“Babe—.” 

“I loved you, Eddie… I still fucking love you. Why isn’t that—”

His large hands clutch your cheeks, warm lips press into yours with a magnetic force you had forgotten about. Eddie’s tongue tasted like the tobacco spice of a camel, and a subtle hint of mint, and you devoured it like you were starved. 

He whispers and groans how he was so stupid, a real dumb mother fucker, and that he never should have ended it. 

Accepting his apology—for now—you pull him towards the couch, heels rocking on the carpet until they hit firm on the plush sectional, still lip locked with the man you swore, that you hated to your friends but your pillow heard a different plea ever since he broke your heart.

His arms wrap around your waist, fingers daintily pulling the string from your bikini bottoms until the soft fabric hits the floor.  His Hellfire shirt joins them before you both collapse into one another on the cushions, Eddie’s hair draped into your face hiding you both away from consequences and the reality of bad decisions. 

He breaks away from your lips to lick up the slope of your neck, and your head angles back in ecstasy. His body temperature was like fire against your skin, curling your legs around his back you couldn’t get enough of him. 

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” Eddie grooaned, grinding into your naked cunt, his tongue kitten licking around your neck, working his signature hickey into your skin, “my angel.”

You moan feather light in his ear, fingers twisted into his curls. His hand works down your front, sliding between your slick folds with skills you swore only he possessed. 

He played your body like a guitar, knew how to tune you up, the proper way to hold you. A true expert of his craft— your pretty little noises would harmonize from the simple touch of his fingers, your sweet cunt clinching onto him like vice. 

“Missed that sound,” he chuckled, his bangs pushed up from the angle on your neck as you came undone, “so pretty like this… drunk on how I’m making you feel.” 

Your eyes were pinched shut, chest heaving from the breath shattering orgasm you haven’t had since you got dumped by him. Nobody came close to the way Eddie could do it.

Kissing him square on the mouth, you twist your tongue with his, massaging them together as if a flame could spark from the pink wet muscles.

Intimacy with Eddie felt like home, like a warm blanket straight from the dryer when you were freezing. A cup of soup to soothe an itchy throat. 

He melted into you, collecting each gasp you choked out with a kiss from his lips, doing a poor job of hiding the smirk on his face when your breath was stolen from his pistoning hips. 

New— but entirely the same, your bodies fell back into each other like no time had passed and he made up for what was lost, twice. Each time your cries rang out like music to his ears— his favorite song. 

You slept now, adjusting to his arm wrapped around you, a kiss to your forehead, and a new plea in your pillowcase— for Eddie to stay, forever. 

[mechaknight-98]

Gathering CEDH Edition: Mana Crypt

Author's Note: The Optimization continues hopefully

After we finished teaching the girls the basics we went into the second half of the episode, playing a game of commander. As we set up the table and playmats (I had been trusted to get everyone relevant playmats) Aeri smiled as she unrolled hers. “How did you get this,” she asked me.

“Well, I know a guy who does excellent custom work so I had him do all of yours. He just needed high-resolution images,” I reply

“I love it,” Aeri says bright-eyed. When the cameras start rolling I lock in again as we all sit down and start playing. Our setup was a Two-Headed dragon.

Aeri won the dice roll so she went first. “Okay I will start with a Plains and pass.” next came Kkura who did an island into Sol Ring then an arcane signet. After that Jen. Jen started with Mountain into sol ring into Rakdos signet. After that Connor played a command tower suspended a Lotus Bloom and passed the turn. The next turn for everyone was unsubstantial as they mostly played more ramp. Except for Connor, He played Esper sentinel. He laughed manically.

Sakura looked at him worried until I assured her was not going to be an issue.

"Oh and how can you guarantee that," Connor questioned.

"Oh, that's easy. I'll kill him first," I said with a coldness that frightened the group. So to keep the tone light I added,

"Just kidding, but seriously though he won't be an issue," I assure Sakura. I don't want her first game to go poorly as it would look bad for the episode so I am going to intentionally feed her the win. Dexter makes the next significant play a few turns later by playing his commander. I killed it with a slaughter pact that I laid the esper sentinel tax on.

The next major play after that was Sakura’s which I let go without a hitch. After that, she kinda secured the victory with a combo of dual caster mage and twin flame.

After the game, Connorb Aeri approached me.

“Did you let Kkura win,” Aeri asked me. I nodded before replying

“People really like Kkura so putting her in a good light in her show and letting her have the victory was good for her show,” Aeri scowled at me while Connor laughed.

“Why would you do that,” Aeri asked confused.

“Because sometimes to win you have to lose,” Aeri scowled further before walking away with Aeri

“that was fun,” Aeri said to Connor. Connor nods as she cuddles up to him. Jen tenses up a bit which Aeri, and Connor notice. Before that can be addressed Kkura and Dexter arrive. He begins by loading up the van they were all in. When he’s done he hops in.

“Okay, we’re all packed up and ready to go Connor and Hiro.” Connor and I nod at Dexter, and Connor starts the van. Aeri sits next to Connor in the front row while taking selfies, getting you in a couple when the car stops. Dexter reclines his seat exhausted from filming.

Jen, brimming with excitement, exclaimed, "Woo! Let’s party," and everyone burst into laughter. It was then that the girls noticed Dexter’s Ogher Calibur tattoo, their surprise evident in their expressions.

“It’s just like yours, Connor,” Aeri squealed.

“Yeah, Connor and I got them a while back. We wanted them to match,” Dexter explained, while Connor watched the girls' eyes widen in the rear-view mirror. They turned to Connor and Dexter, already anticipating their question.

“We should all get matching tattoos,” Jen declared jubilantly.

“Yeah, and they should be Magic-themed,” Aeri chimed in.

They glanced at Connor and Dexter before deliberating on their choices. Jen took the lead in planning. “Mardu for me. Kkura gets Grixis, and Abzan for Aeri, but what about our three architects and helpers? They helped us build and streamline our decks so well.”

They all looked at Connor, except Kkura, who was focused on Dexter as he tried to go back to sleep.

“Jeskai for Connor, he was so tricky and hard to play around,” she said. Aeri nodded in agreement.

“Definitely,” she added, snapping her fingers. Aeri and Kkura voiced their agreement.

“So that leaves the ferocious Naya for our ferocious Dexter,” Jen concluded.

They finally remembered my presence, and all eyes turned toward me. "Feeding Sakura the win wasn't cool, but very cunning of you," Aeri remarked.

"Yeah, you're quite the sneak," Jen agreed.

"But cunning is Jeskai's thing," I replied.

"Wait, really?" the three girls responded in unison. I nodded intently.

"So, what does that leave us with?"

"Esper, Jund, Bant, Temur, and Sultai," I responded.

"Which one did you play today?" Sakura inquired.

"Oh, Mimeoplasm is Sultai," I responded. The girls giggled as they huddled around Yunjin's phone, presumably searching for symbols. Jen was the first to respond.

"Oh, that's perfect," they said, displaying a series of stylized symbols, each corresponding to one of us present. The last one was a Sultai symbol.

"This one is yours," Aeri explained, and I smiled.

"So even though we may be apart, we will always be connected by our bond," I said absentmindedly. Connor and Dexter exchanged a glance as the girls squealed at my "profound statement."

The girls agreed and began searching for tattoo parlors. They found one conveniently located next to a karaoke hall, so they decided to go from tattoos to karaoke. When we all arrived at the tattoo parlor, Dexter was roused awake by Jen. He looked around, confused.

“Wait, why are we at Mason’s spot?” Connor gave him a surprised look. Mason had done his other tattoo, which was on the other side of his collarbone, across from the Ogher Calibur. Mason chuckled upon seeing everyone.

“I should have known it was Connor and Dexter,” Mason said with a smile.

“I have no idea what’s going on,” Dexter responded.

“I see that you look tired. Get some good shots today?” Mason asked. Dexter nodded.

“So, who’s first?” Mason asked. The girls pushed Dexter to the front.

“Where do you want it, Boss?”

“What is it?” Dexter asked, and Mason showed him the image. Dexter sighed and turned to everyone. He pointed at Connor and scowled. “You put them up to this, didn’t you?” Connor shook his head, and Dexter shrugged. “Well, then just on the back of my neck, right at the collar line," Dexter explained.

Mason nodded and got his stuff ready. When he was done, Dexter got up, and the girls, except Yunjin, who was tall enough to see it, all jumped as they inspected it. The girls marveled at it. At one point, as everyone watched, Connor swore he saw it move. Yunjin, Giselle, and Connor all exchanged glances, and then Kkura went next. She solidified the placement of the tattoos by getting hers in the same place. Jen groaned,

“Ah, Wae Kkura unnie, why did you get yours there?”

“They’re supposed to match, right?” Kura questioned. When she finished, she went to sit down in Dexter’s lap. She looked incredibly comfortable and small there, Connor observed. Connor was next, and as he approached, Kkura spoke up.

“Thanks again, Connor Oppa, Hiro Oppa, and Dexter Oppa, for helping us.” Dexter had spaced out, as usual, leaving Connor and me to be the only present ones.

“You’re welcome, Kkura,” he said, smiling.

After we finished we all piled into the Karaoke joint next door. The girls and Connor all ordered drinks. Since Dexter and I don't drink we got soda. He got root beer, and I got Sprite… or whatever clear lemon-lime soda they had.

"Okay, We all know what music Connor and Dexter like so Hiro you do the first song," Yunjin insisted. I squinted before shaking my head.

"Nah I am too weird you don't want to see my favorite genre,"

"Why is it Emo," Aeri asked. when I didn't respond Giselle smiled. "It is! Well, now you have to sing it. I love emo," Aeri said. I groaned while Connor and Dexter laughed. I got pushed up. I scrolled through the list of thousands of songs looking for one that sings to me. after 15 minutes I find it and started play.

[aru-loves-krishnaxarjuna]

Mahabharata AU—Fem!Arjuna AU pt.1

Masterlist

The day for the Dyut Sabha had almost neared. Only a day was left.

Raaj Maata Kunti was feeling tensed for some unknown reason. She had the feeling of something ominous happening the following day. 'Why is my heart feeling like this? It never does...' she thought. Sighing, Kunti went outside of her kaksh for some fresh air, but Angaraj Karna was passing by at that same time. Kunti tensed, and turned to opposite way. She walked anywhere but towards her first-born.

Kunti then encountered Maharani Gandhari, who sensed Kunti's tension immediately. "Kunti, are you alright, my dear?" Kunti startled out of her thoughts. Unable to hide her secret anymore, she vented out to Gandhari about Karna's birth and her regret, as well as the ominous feeling she was getting. Between all of the talking, Kunti had started crying bitterly.

Gandhari consoled her sister-in-law. "Oh dear, it was not your fault. You were a child back then. You did this all in innocence and let your child go because of your family's respect. Now, i think we should tell him about his birth. Come, dear."

Kunti agreed and they both went to Karna. "Putra Karna..." she called out to him. Karna smiled at her. He didn't know why, but he always felt calm when in the presence of the Raaj Maata. Kunti sighed for the last time and and blurted out all about his birth yet again.....

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Karna didn't know what to think or feel...the Pandavas were his siblings...? No...this can't be...

"Putra Karna...i am so sorry for doing this to you! Please forgive me! I join my hands before you..." she said, sobbing. The sun too had started shining brightly when Karna was told the truth, bestowing him with the brilliance of a million diamonds, claiming him as his own. Karna had snapped his head back when Kunti said the last statement and he immediately lowered her hands. "No...i-it is alright, you didn't know..Maa..." Karna hesitated.

Kunti looked surprised at him addressing her as his mother, and held him in her arms, in her loving embrace. Karna didn't know what to do and wrapped his arms gently around his new-found mother, hesitantly. Gandhari, even though not being able to see anything, smiled at the union.

Kunti's worry for the following day had decreased, yet not completely.

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The dyut sabha had started. Yudhishthir was constantly losing his wealth and land. When he lost everything except for his brothers, he betted on them. Yudhishthir lost his brothers and himself too. He decided to quit but then, "Samrat! You can bet on your wife now! If you win, you can get everything back!" Shakuni gave his oily grin, showing his black teeth, rolling the dice in his hands manically. Yudhishthir was about to say something when,

"Halt!" A shout came from the entrance. Everyone turned their heads to see who it was, and saw the dusky warrior princess of Indraprastha, walking gracefully, taking angry steps, her clothes' extended parts bellowing behind and around her.

Soldiers attempted to stop Savyasachi, yet one glare was enough to make them shiver in fear.

"Jyesht! You cannot bet on Panchali! She is our common wife! Did any of our rest of the brothers give consent to it? And you can not bet on her when you have lost yourself in the game!" Arjuni spat angrily. She turned her head towards the rest of her brother and opened her mouth to say something when she heard. "I bet my sister then."

Arjuni snapped her head back towards Yudhishthir, giving him a betrayed, upset look, which was enough to make bow his head in shame and guilt. Arjuni started backing away, taking slow steps, almost hyperventilating. She couldn't belive or yet, comprehend what was happening....Dharmaraj, Yama putra, committing such grave adharma..? She wanted to scream her head off, but being the younger sister didn't help in her book of dharma.

As she was almost there by the exit gate of the Court, she heard manic laughs.

Her brothers never laughed like this...

Was she...?

[twink-between-worlds]

a pride flag with 'queered into oblivion' on it

[verfound]

FIC: "I Have Your...Cake" (MLB; Lukanette; LBSC Lukanette Month 2024)

@lovebugs-and-snakecharmers is doing a Lukanette Month for September 2024, and we all just kinda tossed some prompts in the disco to compile a list?  We ended up with 71 prompts, so I decided I’d roll some dice to pick a prompt, do a twenty minute (ish, bc we all know sometimes they run away from me) sprint, and try to get some short fics out this month?

(Rated M for Bachelorette Party-style shenanigans)

Read on Ao3

05 September 2024

Prompt 27: Opposite

The man who answered the door was the exact opposite of what Marinette had been expecting, going from the pictures.

For one thing, he wasn’t blond.  For another, he wasn’t…he was…that is to say…

He had a face, for one.  The pictures she had been sent for ‘reference’ were not of her client’s face.

(…but she wasn’t sure you could actually dye…where the pictures were, so again: she had thought the client was blond.)

And from the few phone calls they’d had – because most of the correspondence had been through Rose, because she didn’t normally do this sort of thing but Rose was a dear friend and she was doing her a favor – she hadn’t expected him to be so…well.  Cute.

…which was an entirely unfair thought to have, because this man was getting married the next day – she was holding the baked proof that he was very much getting married the next day – and was definitely not someone that Marinette should be considering ‘cute’.

(…panty-dropping, Alya would probably say, because good Lord those eyes and shoulders and…down, girl.)

“Yes?” he asked, and if her brain had still been functioning she might think it weird that his voice sounded deeper, too.  Less accented.  Less manic.

The voice from the phone had bee grating at best.  This voice…oh, she could spend hours listening to that voice.  She wondered what her name would sound like wrapped in it.  How other things would sound wrapped in it.

…she was perhaps just a little gone, which, going back to the fact that he was completely and utterly unavailable, was a big problem.

“Mademoiselle?” he asked, and she shook her head as she (mostly) came back to her senses.  She was making an absolute fool of herself – she had to get it together!  She straightened her back and thrust (…goddammit phrasing!) the bakery box out at him.

“I-I-I have your penis!” she actually yelped, and dear God just kill her now.  There was a beat that passed between them as her words seemed to sink in, and then his eyebrows were lifting into his hairline and an adorable little flush was coloring his cheeks and Down, Girl!  “I-I mean  your cake!  Your penis cake!  The cake of your penis!  For your party?”

He blinked again as realization seemed to sink in, and the flush on his cheeks grew darker as a strangled little chuckle left him.  She groaned and hung her head.

“…kill me now,” she moaned.  She glanced up at him, her head still bent over the box, and bit down on her lip.  If she hadn’t been in the middle of dying from mortification, she might have noticed the way his eyes seemed to focus on that.  “I am so sorry.  That was so unprofessional, M. King.  It’s just…I didn’t expect you to be so hot.”

His eyes widened again, and she almost dropped the cake.  She jerked up, her back ramrod straight, and squeaked.

“I-I mean cute!  Attractive!  I mean you’re not – you’re taken!  Engaged!  Affianced!” and God, now she was rambling.  Why wasn’t he stopping her?  Why was he grinning like that?  She groaned again and pushed the cake out a little more.  “…please take this and put me out of my misery.”

“…I think I like your misery,” he chuckled, his voice sounding more than a little strangled, but he still took the cake.  He winced as he glanced at the box, distinctly not opening it, and put it on a table behind the door.  He turned back to her with an easy smile and folded his arms over his chest as he leaned against the frame.  “And for the record.  If it makes any difference.  I’m not M. King.”

He glanced back at the box as she sucked in a breath, his eyebrows furrowing.  His expression turned wry as he looked back at her.

“…that’s not seriously a cake of his junk, is it?” he asked.  She nodded, and he grimaced.  “I was really hoping he was joking about that.  Bri’s gonna hate…shit.  Fuck.  Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“…sorry?” she squeaked, her eyes widening again.  He turned back into the flat, his expression suddenly furious, but she was more than a little distracted by the way his ass looked in those jeans.

“Dingo, you jackass – you didn’t actually order strippers for your party, did you?!” he shouted, and her eyes grew even wider.  Ordered what now???  When no answer came, the man’s jaw clenched.  “I am not going to jail for you, asshole!”

“…um…” she coughed, and he jumped as he turned back to her – like he had completely forgotten she was there.

“…shit.  Sorry,” he said, shaking his head.  “It’s just…Dingo – the groom – is a fucking moron.  I didn’t think he’d actually ordered the stupid cake – his fiancée, Bri, told him multiple times she didn’t want it, but he kept joking about…”

There must have been some kind of expression on her face – there had to be, from the heat she could feel filling her cheeks and the way her eyes were stinging – that made him wince and look away.  His hand came up to rub at the back of his neck, and his own blush had spread to the tips of his ears.

…he had no right to be that hot and that adorable.

“…sorry,” he said again, wincing.  “That’s…that’s not actually your problem.  Sorry.  They…um.  Fuck.  They paid you, right?  For the cake?”

“Y-yeah,” she said, nodding.  She cleared her throat and nodded again, a bit stronger.  “Yes.  I was just dropping it off on my way home.  I…sorry.  So you’re not Dingo, then?”

“God, no,” he laughed, shaking his head.  He held out his hand, his smile softening.  “Luka.  Luka Couffaine.”

“Oh!  Juleka’s brother, right?” she asked, snapping her fingers.  He lifted his eyebrows.  “The musician?”

“You know Jules?” he asked.  His hand was still held out awkwardly between them.  She nodded.

“And Rose,” she said.  “We’ve been friends since collège.  I’m Marinette.”

“Oh, right!  The designer!” the man – Luka – said, nodding.  “They talk about you all the time.  It’s nice to finally have a face to put with the name.  Your parents are bakers, right?  Is that how you ended up making…”

He glanced back at the box, and she giggled nervously.

“Rose and Juleka are really good friends, and I never turn down a good friend,” she said, shrugging.  “…even if it makes me really uncomfortable.  I’m chronically helpful.”

“Your stuff’s incredible,” Luka said.  He rolled his eyes and smiled.  “Never thought I’d say this, but I’m almost looking forward to eating Ding’s junk now.”

She choked on a laugh, clapping her hands over her mouth, and his smile grew.  When she had better gathered herself, she looked up at him with an almost giddy smile.

“…hey, are you doing anything tomorrow?” he asked.  Her eyebrows lifted, and he grinned.  “I’d love to…well.  I’d love to buy you a coffee, but I’m kinda supposed to be in this wedding.  I may have promised the groom I’d be his best man.”

She giggled at the way he rolled his eyes, and his smile grew.  He dipped his head towards her.

“Care to be my plus one?” he asked, grinning.  “I’m told the cake’s going to be amazing.”

She choked on another laugh.  She knew it would be – her parents were making it.

“Isn’t it bad form to invite someone to a wedding for a first date?” she asked.  “Besides.  I’m already going to be there – I have to help the bakers set up the cake.”

“Perfect!” he said.  Something moved in her periphery, and she noticed he was wiggling his fingers at her.  He was still holding his hand up between them.  “You have to be there.  I have to be there –best man, remember?  Why not be there together?  I’d say I’d buy you a drink, but it’s going to be an open bar.  Maybe I can buy you some cake instead.”

“…the cake’s free, too,” she laughed.  His grin grew.

“Perfect,” he said.  “You can buy me cake.”

He wiggled his fingers again, and she rolled her eyes as she raised a hand to clasp his.  She was momentarily dazed by how…warm his hand felt around hers.  Like it was made to hold hers.

“It’s a date,” he said, squeezing her hand.  Her smile warmed, and she nodded.  Suddenly she didn’t really care if it was bad form, asking someone to a wedding for a first date.

“I can’t wait.”

[physalian]

List of “I need to calm the fuck down” music

(please reblog your own)

Most Trance Music if this list is intimidating- Usually not something you dance to, doesn’t have a lot of percussion and erratic noise. It’s supposed to entrance you.

This list spans the following genres: Pop, folk, grunge, cinematic, and rock.

Maybe I’ll make a Spotify playlist or something with all of them, idk. These are not in alphabetical order but I tried to keep multiple artist entries grouped.

I had the whole thing color-coded but Tumblr didn't like that so here's it in boring text (I still have the colored one if anyone wants it)

WITH LYRICS

Good for Me - Above & Beyond

On a Good Day - Above & Beyond

Blue Sky Action - Above & Beyond

The Hollywood Bowl Show - Above & Beyond

I Love You Always Forever - Donna Lewis

I Will Follow You Into the Dark - Death Cab for Cutie

Through the Eyes of a Child - AURORA

Retrograde - Pearl Jam

Run Boy Run - Woodkid

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

Would That I - Hozier

After All These Years- Journey

Let it All Go - Birdy

Holocene - Bon Iver

Home I/II - Dotan

Outro - M83

Flares - The Script

O - Coldplay

Fly On - Coldplay

Strawberry Swing - Coldplay

Midnight - Coldplay

Lovers in Japan (Acoustic) - Coldplay

Clocks - Coldplay

Every Teardrop is a Waterfall - Coldplay

Up & Up - Coldplay

Fix You - Coldplay

Oceans - Seafret

Dice - Finley Quaye

Medicine - Daughter

Wash Away - Joe Purdy

Upside Down - Jack Johnson

Heartbeats - Jose Gonzales

Teardrop - Massive Attack

I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For - U2

Where the Streets Have No Name - U2

Beyond the Sea - Bobby Darin

Life is a Highway - Rascal Flatts

Something I Need - OneRepublic

Dead in the Water - Ellie Goulding

Mr. Brightside - The Killers

Morning Elvis - Florence + The Machine

End of Love - Florence + The Machine

What the Water Gave Me - Florence + The Machine

Sky Full of Song - Florence + The Machine

Free - Florence + The Machine

Choreomania - Florence + The Machine

Walls - Kings of Leon

While My Guitar Gently Weeps - Tom Petty/Prince

Silver Spring - Fleetwood Mac

Big Love - Fleetwood Mac

Landslide - Fleetwood Mac

Everywhere - Fleetwood Mac

Don’t Look Back in Anger - Oasis

The Albatross - Taylor Swift

The Archer - Taylor Swift

You’re On Your Own Kid - Taylor Swift

Clean - Taylor Swift

On My Way - Phil Collins

Hoppipolla - Sigur Ros

I Shall Not Walk Alone - The Blind Boys of Alabama

Send Me On My Way - Rusted Root

Manic - Cloves

Dorian - Agnes Obel

Down to Earth - Peter Gabriel

Shine On You Crazy Diamond I-IV - Pink Floyd

On the Turning Away - Pink Floyd

High Hopes - Pink Floyd

Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd

Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd

Take it Back - Pink Floyd

November Rain - Guns n’ Roses

Breathe Me - Sia

They’ll Soon Discover - The Shins

Just a Kid - Wilco

Evenstar - Howard Shore

Just Like Heaven - The Cure

Angela - The Lumineers

Scotland - The Lumineers

Nobody Knows - The Lumineers

Sleep on the Floor - The Lumineers

The Ink from Books - Sleeping at Last

Lightning Crashes - Live

Disarm - The Smashing Pumpkins

Glitter in the Air - P!nk

Silhouette - Aquilo

Water Under the Bridge - Adele

Golden Hour Album - Kygo

Stole the Show - Kygo

Wake Me Up - Avicii

Heaven - Avicii

Hope There’s Someone - Avicii

Fade Into You - Mazzy Star

WITHOUT LYRICS

Flow State (Continuous Mix) - Above & Beyond

Memory Gospel - Moby

Immanuel - Tony Anderson

Define Dancing - Thomas Newman

Haiku/Nemo Egg - Thomas Newman

American Beauty - Thomas Newman

Chasing Ice - J. Ralph

One Day - Hans Zimmer

Thunderbird/The Decision - Hans Zimmer

1917 - Thomas Newman

The Mighty Rio Grande - This Will Destroy You

The Minecraft OST - C418

The World of Goo OST - Kyle Gabler

Tessa - Imagine Dragons

Forbidden Friendship - John Powell

Experience - Ludovico Einaudi

The Aviators - Helen Jane Long

Once There Was A Hush Puppy - Benh Zeitlin

On the Nature of Daylight - Max Richter

The Beginning - Factor 8

End of An Era - Zach Hemsey

I Walk With Ghosts - Scott Buckley

The Chasing Coral OST - Dan Romer

The Luca OST - Dan Romer

Arrival to Earth - Steve Jablonsky

Tower of Joy - Ramin Djawadi

Light of the Seven - Ramin Djawadi

Into a Nighttime Sky - Jeremy Zuckerman

Greatest Change - Jeremy Zuckerman

Your Hand in Mine/Home - Explosions in the Sky

Ori, Lost in the Storm - Gareth Coker

Arrival of the Birds - Cinematic Orchestra

Fireflies - Mychael & Jeff Danna

Across the Stars - John Williams

The Soul OST - Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross

The Queen’s Gambit OST - Carlos Rafael Rivera

[thelemoncoffee]

we all need a little more steampunk in our lives i think- what kind of steampunk saiouma shenanigans can we get into?

okay okay- imagine Kokichi is a wanted criminal who works with Miu in trade for getting to play with her inventions, she builds unhinged steampunk gadgets and he tests them out on the field while committing his crimes and gives her notes on how it handled.

Shuichi's a detective who's been hunting down DICE for ages and simply cannot fathom how the hell they're always getting ahold of new machinery for every single stunt they pull, it's like every time he sees them they have a new toy and he almost never sees it again.

it isn't until he finds out from a coworker there's an underground market for illegal experimental machinery that contains machines just like the ones DICE uses that he figures out where they're getting them from. but even then he doesn't realize that they're the testers and not buying these things for the longest time, and he sits there wondering how they're getting these machines from Miu every month because they don't ever steal anything of worth so they can't buy it, and they never steal from other criminals so they don't paint targets on their backs

anywho i just think it'd be funny to let DICE play with insane and unstable steampunk machines, Kokichi having the time of his life while probably manically laughing about it

[cringefaecompilation]

saw a post about how c2 was full of mn just completely flipping off matt and managing to succeed in undoing every single tragedy that had been set before them and talking about how great it was that they did that and i think that perfectly encapsulates the mindset behind a lot of bh hate.

bc most of them are out here demanding bh be exactly like mn and have all the same amount of campaign derailing and fortune mn had, something that cannot be replicated with this party for obvious reasons. most of it was completely up to either what was in character for the pcs they were currently playing and their dice rolls, things that you could only do if the show was legit scripted.

but people tend to forget that the show wasn't written out in advance after it aired, and so we get really obnoxious c2 fans that say things like "oh mn would have done this instead" or "mn could have succeeded where bh fucked up" or "why aren't they smart/clever/functioning exactly like mn" or my least favorite "bh isn't a REAL found family like mn is!"

which in turn leads c3 fans becoming bitter towards c2 fans for this weird watered down version where it's just a list of fandom-beloved tropes (e.g. found family, enemies to lovers, disaster lesbians, chaos gremlin character, manic pixie girlies helping the repressed mlm couple fall in love) that c3 fans that have been conditioned to hate it insist it is. and they'll say mn were basically handed everything on a platter and never actually faced any challenges or turmoil like bh has had to because they all just got lucky.

and c2 fans that haven't revisited the series outside of fanfic defend it on those tropes even though that's barely what the actual campaign is like. but mn worked for their happy endings too. they didn't just stumble into succeeding and even with all their successes they still missed the giant big red flag that was ludinus da'leth because they'd convinced themselves that trent was the main bad guy.

but both sides are just too caught up in arguing over fandom misinterps. it's a vicious cycle.

[a-killer-obsession]

Rewatching the kamazo/killer vs zoro fight and kil really is so fucking unhinged. The fact that his clothes relflect literally none of his usual style or colours, vs the way everyone else dresses in wano. The fact that his outfit is decorated with circles like the smile fruit. Taking offense at zoro not using honorifics for orichi. Like, this is a man who has truly lost his identity. And the fact that he was trying to kill toko cos she was laughing? He probably thought she was laughing at him, at his smile and laugh. Poor guy was really fucking going off the deep end. Get this man medicated please.

Also can we talk about the tornado moves?? Even his usual graceful fighting style, keeping low and making flips when needed, is lost to this just absolutely manic slice and dice spinning. Hes fr lost

Someone hand him over, i can fix him i know i can (not the murder tho, the other stuff)

[onboardsorasora]

I have no explanations for this. Please do not perceive me 🫣🫣😶‍🌫️ cw: undernegotiated kink

Daniel lets out a shuddering breath, thankful he was in the bathroom by himself. He glanced at himself in the mirror under the harsh lights and knew he had no reason to look so half debauched while cleaning his ears.

He knew you’re not supposed to use the q-tips anymore. Yadda yadda whatever the reasons were, but he truly couldn't kick the habit. He’s been cleaning his ears with cotton swabs all his life, he wasn’t going to stop now. No matter how much Max tries to push those funky alternatives on him. 

Hence why he snuck away to the bathroom.

Also if he scratched a particular good ear canal itch, he always got a little chub going because let's be real…there was some level of connection between his ear and his dick. There's no other reason why Max tonguing his ear gets him going as much as it does. It certainly doesn't SOUND appealing, but boy oh boy did it do it for him.

Tossing the little incriminating wand, he looked down at the small tent in his shorts. He always wondered…and Max was in his sim room…

Daniel reached for another, clean, cotton swab wand and checked to make sure the door was closed and not pushed up. He felt dirty, but also excited at the idea. He tugged his junk out of his shorts and jerked himself to full hardness. Then with another breath, he stuck the q-tip into his ear canal and swirled it while stroking himself.

The sound that left his mouth was unholy and loud and Daniel sagged against the wall with wide fucking eyes. He looked at himself in the mirror to see if he could pull himself back into his body because what the fuck. The sensation must have thrown him into another dimension. His dick was leaking and he’s surprised he didn’t come.

“Daniel are you ok?” Max asked through the closed door and Daniel’s tongue felt heavy as shit. He didn’t want to stop, he wanted to see this through. Also he couldn't like let go of his dick right now because he didn’t want to drip come all over the floor. Taking the cotton swab out of his ear was not up for discussion.

Maybe if like he stayed quiet Max would go away. No dice because Max called out again then tried the door which fucking opened because it was closed and not locked. They locked eyes in the mirror and Daniel wondered if Max thought he looked as crazy as he felt.

It didn't mean anything because he got harder at the sight of Max. Who was looking at him with wide eyes and just a smattering of concern or curiosity. Daniel couldn’t tell.

“Daniel, what–?” Max wasn’t exactly sure what to ask. And Daniel had hysterical thought. Clearly the cotton swab detached his cognitive centers or something because his mouth opened before he even had the opportunity to think this was a weird idea.

“Wanna suck me off Maxy?” He knew his grin was manic, but it was fine because his body was in a different dimension. It was cool. He’ll explain it to Max later.

Max’s eyes widened then he zeroed in on Daniel’s dripping dick still going strong. If this kept up, Daniel was going to pass out from dehydration. His shoulder was starting to hurt from the static hold to his ear.

“Daniel..” Max’s tone wavered between curiosity and horniness and current dimension Daniel– the horny bastard he was– stroked his cock slowly, languidly. Max licked his lips unconsciously. His now heavy lidded gaze was locked on.

Without another question, Max sank to his knees and Daniel fed him his dick. He groaned when Max sucked him down. He let Max work him for a little, always amazed and fucking excited to watch Max suck his dick like it was his job. Daniel liked being on the receiving end of his full attention. He grabbed Max’s hair, uncaring that he was smearing precome into the blonde strands.

He let his head drop backwards and it was a testament to how fucking amazing Max was at sucking dick because he completely forgot about the cotton swab in his ear. And well…that little swirl had him bucking into Max’s mouth. He swirled it again in the opposite direction and he felt his back arch and his ass clench. The sound that left his mouth was not of this universe. He wasn’t even aware he could sound like that. 

Max sucked him down like a fucking world champion, cleaning up the come that escaped his mouth with an almost reverent expression. He looked like he just watched something religious and mysterious happen before his eyes. 

“Max..” Daniel panted, he was completely rung out. Max surged up and kissed him, it was sloppy wet and nasty and Daniel loved it. 

“Daniel– what– how?” Max had questions, but he was also horny. Daniel grinned a sleazy grin at his boyfriend and plucked the swab out of his ear before flipping it to the still clean cotton bud.

“Oh, Maxy. Let me take care of you.”

[chaotic-average-child]

Sonic underground au things...

I like making Sonia and Manic work together since I imagine Sonic would be the first to go solo y'know?

And Manic always felt more like he can go solo and likes adventures but also prefers having a home. More than Sonic especially.

Actually I think the episode mobodoon was specifically about how Manic prefers having a comfortable home more than adventure... And the only reason he didn't... Was because his family needed him.

(Sonic also is a lot more tied down in underground but he has a bunch of media while these 2 only have this so...)

Anyway my point is, Manic would probably stick around Christmas more than Sonic. While still leaving every so once in a while for hobby reasons or jobs, he would probably come back... While Sonic who doesn't worry so much about that kinda stuff probably wouldn't come back just because he felt homesick... At least not near as often

Sonia would probably be the most stuck regardless of wishes, albiet this is more AU stuff but its still based on my many watches of underground lol

In the show she takes things much more cautiously and seriously, or tries to... lol...in episodes like the debutante ball one she keeps serious but is less focused due to emotions, I think the best display would be the scientology episode where she believes the anti robotizicer is the responsible choice which... (man that's a sentence...)

She's also pretty naive too, mostly because of her upbringing. But she's also pretty perceptive emotion wise, I think I mentioned how the triplets were similar but also very different

They have similar traits but like if you rolled a dice in their amounts...

anyways, Sonia is stuck, on the throne. A job she fits, but also doesn't. She's more responsible and probably would stay out of duty... but I don't think she'd enjoy it after the first year. Especially after seeing what adventure could be... she prefers structure... but seeing the other 2 going wherever whenever would probably be annoying.

But considering how Aleena fell, I doubt she'd trust anyone easily, not anymore. Aleena died because she trusted, Sonic nearly died because he doesn't feel or want to kill eggman, (I think this is also why knuckles X sonia is popular, it makes sense, it makes a lot of sense, they're actually really similar. So is Blaze actually. I'd say Blaze is probably more similar, but since blaze has never once interacted w Sonia... I cant blame ppl for not shipping them... I personally like making the 3 interact but again this is off topic... especially since most the stuff I make w sonia in a relationship that wasnt in the past was soniamy... (magical girl amy... lol) anyways this was just me blabbing at 2 am...