#ride 763

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 763: The third year's start!!

Pag 2

1: Ten seconds until the start

Pag 3 /4

1: Let's run with everything we have!!

The last Inter High of the third year Sakamichi, start!!

Pag 5

1: Yeah!!

2: Let's go!!

3: Let's pour our whole guts into it!!

4: Yes!!

5: Let's go!!

6: Teh!!

Pag 6

1: The first day of the boy's Inter High competition in Fukuoka, starts now!!

It's here!!

Pag 7

1: All the cyclists are beginning to run, with the big bridge connecting Kyushu and Honshu through the Kanmon Straits in the back!!

Goo!

Waa, splendid!!

Do your best!!

Pag 8

1: The entrance of Kyushu, here from Moji city in Kitakyushu, going south, they'll fight for three days

Gooo

It's Sohoku!

Yeah!!

2: Waaaaa

The wind is so strong!

The cyclists are so close!

So fast!

Pag 9

1: Kumadai you can do it!

Fukuokaa!!

Their fight will unfold on the stage of Kyushu's nature!!

2: There are so many cyclists

Which team will win?

3: The one you need to pay attention to in the first place, is the one in the front with yellow jerseys

Pag 10

1: Chiba's representative, the two times in a row champion, Sohoku

The third year they call “Mountain King” took the top goal two years in a row!!

Huh... then it's decided already!!

2: Another one is the one with the blue jersey, Kanagawa's Hakone Academy

They were the team that kept winning before, and they're so strong they say that in that team “everyone is an ace”

Huuh... that's amazing too

Pag 11

1: Then there's Kyoto representative, with the purple jerseys, Kyoto Fushimi, who make the race unpredictable every time!!You can already feel their peculiar tenacity!!

They look scary

2: So those three!?

Well, yeah, but rumor has it that this year the mountain bike champion is participating, too

4: MTB!? The off-road one!?

That's right!!

5: And I guess the local Kyushu team won't keep quiet, and Hiroshima is strong too

There's a strong element of uncertainty in road racing

There are a lot of people, and the distance to cover and the time are long too

6: It's not the stronger one who always win

Huh

It's always been said that....

Pag 12

1: Until the finish line is crossed and the race is over, you never know what can happen during a road race!!

Pag 13

1: Hyoo... there's so many people, teh

2: They're all waving their hands, teh!!

Ahhh.... so many people, the scale is so different from the prefectural qualification, teh

3: What's wrong, newbie!! Hahaha

Ka-Kaburagi-san!!

4: It started

Huh!?

5: Finally, the Inter High!!

Pag 14

1: I'll show everyone here what I can do!! Take a look, newbie!!

2: This is the genius Kaburagi Issa's!! Super Special Strong-

3: Start Dash!!

Listen up, Rokudai

Yessir, teh

The red on the referee car means we can't surpass it

Pag 15

1: As long as that racket-like thing is red, this is a parade run

2: Until it gets turned round and becomes green, the race is in a neutral situation

Horuaaa

It means we have to run slowly and safely

3: There's no point in jumping ahead here

And if someone did that, he's just an idiot

Are you watching me, Aoyagi-san!! Haha

Teh... Aoyagi... san..

I'll surpass the care ahead of us!!

4: Once it becomes green, the speed will increase

Don't fall behind

5: Ye... yessir, teh!!

6: Hahaha I guess I left them behind of quite a lot

Waaa!? They're still right behind me!? Imaizumi-san, you're so fast!!

Choose a senpai to refer to

Ah.. huh... yessir, teh...

Pag 16

3: We've pretty much passed the residential area, teh

The parade will go on for a few more kilometers

4: Once we get on a wider road and can confirm it's safe, then there's the real start

Ohh

Pag 17

1: My first Inter High....

What on earth is it... the Inter High....

2: Ahh... my heart is pounding, teh...

Yeah, enjoy the scenery and the heart pounding while you still can

3: Teh!?

4: Once the race starts you won't have time to look at the scenery or take a breath

6: You- you have enough time to take a breath

Ro- Rokudai-kun

Don't bully the first year, Hotshot

7: Onoda-san!!

Pag 18

1: Only a little

3: Almost... none... the Inter High!!

I see... teh

Onoda-kun... you were even worst than Hotshot now..

Huh!?

The Inter H...igh sounds harsh

4: No, uhm

Uhm, it is

5: It's incredibly hard

It's so hard you could collapse

6: Your whole body falls apart and you can't even take a breath!!

Fall apart...!!

He's really putting the boot in...

Pag 19

1: But we run with all our strength

2: with everyone supporting each other

3: If we connect

Connect...

4: and we run until the end with all our might

7: When everything is over and we look back at it

Pag 20

1: We'll feel like it a really irreplaceable time

2: That difficult moment

Pag 21

1: When we were angry, frustrated, or when we smiled

We'll remember everything

2: Then, we'll think that we're happy we didn't give up

3: “Think”....

“Wish”....

4: That's....

Pag 22

1: That's the Inter High!!

3: If there are people who have “power” in their words

4: For me, it's this person

I've been thinking it since I've met him

5: Are you... in trouble?

Follow me

6: He usually seems unreliable when he talks, and there are times when he's awkward, but

… yes

Pag 23

1: His words always strike my core!!

Yessir!! Teh!!

That's right, Onoda-kun

You're right, Onoda

You can bet on it..!!

Yes!!

Pag 24

1: Thank you so much, teh

For bringing me, who didn't know anything, in such a brilliant and heart shaking world!!

Pag 25

1: Huh!? Everyone else too!! You were listening!?

Ah... uhm.. I was talking to Rokudai-kun...

2: Hahaha, we heard

3: And thanks to it, I'm all fired up!!

Don't get fired up more than this or you'll turn into ashes quickly

4: I-I'll run with everything I have, teh!!

5: So that you can fulfill

6: your dearest wish you told us about when we were coming here on the ship!!

Pag 26

1: “Dearest wish”

5: Yokosuka-Kokura ferry, off the coast of Kochi Prefecture

7: Well, the schedule after we arrive is roughly like this

Remember it yourself

Yes

Yes

Pag 27

1: Now if you get too excited you'll only get tired, and now it's okay to relax

Get a good night's sleep today, when you wake up tomorrow we'll go ashore

Yes!

2: Onoda, you want to say anything?

Huh!?

5: Let's... let's do our best

6: Yessir!!

Yes!!

On!!

7: Good night

Good night!!

8: Can I ask one last thing?

Pag 28

1: Earlier, Naruko-san said that our objective for this Inter High is to get our “third consecutive victory”

To be on par with Hakogaku, who is the only team to ever win three times in a row in the history of the Inter High

4: I agree, I also think we have to do it

But I there's one thing I'm curious about, and I don't think it's been asked yet

5: Onoda-san, what's your objective this year?

What are you running in the Inter High for?

[moshuka]

blush- e. engstler

!! - wc 763, sfw, aaliyah #1 wingman

!! - req- Do a Emily Engstler falls in love with reader 😊 & can you do an imagine of Emily meeting reader through a mutual friend and she is like instantly in love with the reader. I don’t have much of a story line for you I’m just starved for Emily content.

The first time you saw Emily, you knew you had to have her.

You met through a mutual friend, Aaliyah. She had gone to college with an ex-situationship of yours, Azzi. (You cut things off after learning she was madly in love with her teammate, Paige.)

Aaliyah had invited you to try out a new cafe with her and her new teammate, Emily. You accepted the invite after spending ten minutes stalking Emily’s socials.

Now, as you stand in front of the door, your hands become sweaty with anticipation. You mutter a quick prayer before pushing the door open, flinching at the bell that rings.

You breathe in the sweet aroma of the cafe, smiling to yourself before landing eyes on your friend. Aaliyah grins at you, and that’s when you see her.

Emily sits across from Aaliyah in the booth, ter two signature braids behind her back and her legs slightly spread.

You approach the table and force yourself to tear your gaze away from her lap and up to her face.

“Hi, I’m—“ You start, sitting beside Aaliyah.

“This is my friend. The one I told you about.” Aaliyah smiles tightly, staring daggers at Emily.

“Uh, yeah.” You say awkwardly, looking down at your lap. You look back up at the sound of a raspy voice going, “Hi, I’m Emily.”

You look up to see her hand outstretched, and quickly shake it. She clears her throat, and you blush. Did she feel how sweaty my hands are? Is she disgusted now?

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Emily knows she’s done for.

The rookie on the team, Aaliyah, catches a ride home with her. On the way, they pass a cafe with a “Now Open” sign. Aaliyah gasps, exclaiming, “oh my gosh, my friend wanted to try that place out!”

Emily, not thinking, says, “You want me to give you a ride?”

Aaliyah grins. “What, you think you’re not invited?”

That lead Emily to where she is now. Laying on her bed, her face illuminated by the glow of her phone, she smiles to herself. She’s spent the past five minutes spamming Aaliyah’s messages asking for your instagram, and her teammate finally let up.

Emily grins, pasting your username in the search bar. She clicks on your account and cheers to herself when she sees your snapchat is in your bio.

Fifteen minutes later she falls asleep with a smile on her face.

The next morning, Aaliyah is texting her at the break of dawn with confirmation that you’re meeting them at the cafe.

On the drive there, Emily drums her fingers nervously on the center console. She doesn’t know why she’s so nervous— she’s met pretty girls before.

Emily sits across from Aaliyah in hopes that you’ll either sit across from her so she can try to find out what your eye color is, or even better, next to her.

She hears the bell ringing, signaling the arrival of a new customer, and it takes all of her energy to not whip her head around to stare at you.

Her shoulders slump when you sit across from her and not next to her, but her eyes quickly light up as Aaliyah introduces you. She ignores the warning look in her friend’s eyes, instead putting her hand out.

“Hi, I’m Emily.”

She clears her throat, hoping to get rid of the rasp in her voice in case you get disgusted.

Aaliyah rolls her eyes, and the tree of you get up to order your drinks. You step back to let Emily order next, but end up stepping on her foot and tripping.

You expect to fall flat on your face, embarrassing yourself for good, but Emily places her hands on your waist, saying politely, “I’ll have what she’s having.”

When you get back to the table, you sit next to her.

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You walk back to your apartment with a grin on your face, giving your cat an extra scoop of food and almost skipping to your bedroom.

You plug in your now dead phone, going into your closet to change into more comfortable clothes. When you finally lay down, you grab your phone, checking all your missed notifications.

> (INSTAGRAM) EM_ENGSTLER FOLLOWED YOU !

> (INSTAGRAM) EM_ENGSTLER HAS LIKED YOUR POST !

> (SNAPCHAT) EM_ENGSTLER HAS SENT YOU A FRIEND REQUEST !

> (MESSAGES) ########## HAS SENT YOU A MESSAGE !

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do we want a part 2?

[astropookie]

asteroids related to love 💝

ao haru ride

ik this is too cheesy for my style but hope it may help :) these asteroids are just a few compared to the existing.

self love

hygeia (10): how to maintain a healthy relationship between body and soul.

medea (212): represents our healing ability. archetype of Pluto/scorpio. where we make mistakes again and again, vengeful, practically process of healing.

fated connections

devine (3561): if it has aspects with other’s person planets/asteroids could indicate a trascendental connection.

libby (5672): represents fated connections.

aura (1488): represents an intuitive connection.

karma (3811): indicates you’re destined to meet with these person due to past-life unfinished business.

destinn (6583): strong connection, destiny like.

pholus (5145): if it’s in synastry/composite chart, indicates unexpected events that would change the trajectory of your life -that has to do with this connection-.

sposetti (22354): means “married couple” in Italian. marriage potential, past life marriages or special connections.

betrayal

oenone (215): indicates people where you have been cheated on/ left by lovers or simply felt betrayal.

love synonyms

paeonia (1061): represents a flower that symbolizes love, honor and wealth.

olathe(18984): lovely, beautiful.

loving (432971): loving emotions.

ask (4894): represents the way you love someone, “love” in turkish.

liebe (7696): “love” in german. romantic expectations and needs.

pure/unconditional love

ceres (1): unconditional love, depth we’re willing to go for the ones we love.

alma (390): represents the desire of expanding our heart while time passes, optimism for love and romance.

agapenor (5023): simple appreciation. unconditional love that can last through ages, not only romantic. altruistic love.

valentine (447): sacrificial type of love, deep bonds between two people. indicates the urge to give our all without asking anything in return.

child (4580): represents our inner child. pure, unfiltered, innocent love.

isis (42): desire to nurture/protect the ones we love and care about. also may represent leadership qualities. loyalty, devotion, between others.

romantic love

amor (1221): means love in spanish. represents what we need to show/break patterns to commit with the person we want to love.

cupido (763): represents how you fall in love. I’ll think on this asteroid more like a “crush” type of “love”, innocent at first.

juno (3): can represent our romantic boundaries, what we will do for romantic -not necessarily- relationships and I have a post of juno series if you’d like an interpretation of your juno sign.

union (1585): inner need of deep and meaningful connections -any type-. indicates qualities of the relationship in composite charts.

adonis (2101): ideal type, plus if you like masculine.

groom (5129): indicates how do we approach role of marriage -long term commitment- in their life. who you may end up having this relationship, depending on your preferences.

briede (19029): like asteroid groom, associated with commitment, etc. like the name, dependa in preferences.

others

companion (8490): shows wanting to be all the time with that person. what are you looking for in a long term connection (romantic or not).

anteros (1943): manner which you reciprocate love, requited love.

luda (1158): where do people adore/love you.

link (3505): indicates the type of connection -close- between partners.

lovelock (51663): obsessive love, like the name.

galatea (74): imo idealization of our type of a person.

akashi (5881): requires introspection/exploration. hidden knowledge and potential. has to do with how our past relationships affects our present and future.

(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝> . <⸝⸝꒱ྀིა ∗ ࣪ ˖༺ ♡ ༻˖ ࣪ ∗ */ᐠ - ˕ -マ✩ (˶˃ᆺ˂˶)∗ ࣪ ( ๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵ )و ✩

♡ Based on personal experience and I’ve analyzed in my surroundings.

♡ English is not my first language.

♡ I’m not a profesional astrologer.

Thank youu. baibaiii🫣🫶🏼💋

Do not copy. Please give me credits.

[zerobaselove]

light in the dark | kim gyuvin

pairing: gyuvin x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 763

warnings: none. lowercase intended, not proofread

notes: im back!! hopefully pretty permanently. but i wanted to pick a random request to get me back in the zone a little so here we go,, i'm a little rusty so sorry everyone </3 i love you all lots i hope you're doing well!!

you were tired, exhausted even. so tired in fact, that you were sure the second your head hit the pillow your eyes would shut and you'd be on the ride to dreamland. oh how wrong you were.

the first half hour laying in darkness wasn't too bad, telling yourself maybe if you just laid there still for another few minutes that you would finally slip into a peaceful sleep. the half hour of that, not so fun. there was only so much tossing and turning you could too, only so many positions you could lay in in an attempt to finally get some rest.

the apartment you shared with your best friend was quiet, almost too quiet, and it was starting to get to you.

maybe i'll just get a drink of water. you thought to yourself as you hauled yourself out of bed, quietly slipping out of your bedroom and past your roommates door just across the hall. gyuvin shouldn't have to lose sleep just because you are, right?

you must have spaced out drinking your glass of water, trying to convince yourself that you could just lay down and fall asleep, because the voice emerging from the darkness nearly made your soul leave your body.

"you're still awake?" he called out quietly, the sound still amplified in your nearly empty apartment, the sleeping world outside only making everything feel that much louder. you let out a tired huff, "gyuvin you nearly gave me a heart attack," you took a second to steady your heartbeat, "but i could ask you the same, what're you doing up?"

he only shrugged as he walked closer, leaning against the island in the middle of the kitchen. his hair was messily laid across his forehead, dark circles found themselves under his eyes. even his shirt was all twisted around his tall frame, the small light on the counter made the collarbone peaking out from his oversized shirt more apparent... not that it mattered, obviously.

"go back to bed gyu, you look exhausted." you gave a small smile, bringing your hand up to fix the mop of hair on his head. only to have his hand grab yours gently, "you're the one who can't sleep," his usual goofy tone was gone, replaced with a soft, perhaps caring cadence. "don't think i didn't hear you kicking your blankets off the bed." a smile spread across his lips, despite the obvious concern for your wellbeing this evening.

you didn't know what to say other than mutter a brief apology for the disturbance, maybe you could've come up with something better, something more intelligible had the time not been pushing 3 in the morning. but that wasn't the case.

"you don't have to apologize," he said simply, squeezing your hand that was still in his, now hanging beside your standing figures. "what can i do to help?"

a moment of silence passed as you considered the options, considered what truly would help; you had no idea.

gyuvin seemed to take the silence as an answer in itself, simply tugging you back into your bedroom, hushing your protests about leaving the cup out on the counter. that's a tomorrow problem, he insisted.

he only let go of your hand for a moment to rearrange the blankets on your bed, picking up the ones that had been kicked off earlier in the night. he lightly hit the pillows in an attempt to fluff them, before hopping into your bed himself.

with his arms open he muttered a soft, "your turn." and before you could question him, he was grabbing your hand and dragging you into your own bed beside him, whether you liked it or not. but you were too tired to argue, and his embrace was too warm and inviting to resist, especially now.

his breathing so close to you would usually have you ready to playfully smack him, but like this? you could get used to this. it was safe. he was safe.

maybe it was the soft hands through your hair or the warm hand against your waist, but you felt yourself drifting off easier than before, and maybe it was just that sleepy haze that made you just that much more sentimental. "thank you gyuvin," you mumbled, breathing in the lingering scent of his body wash, "for everything, i love you."

you had started to drift off right as the words left your mouth, but you could've sworn you heard the boy mumble back as he pressed a kiss to your head. "i love you too y/n."

[hongcherry]

7+ M+ the little bird+ jk

oh you want to feel THE PAINNNNN 😭 we love angst here, so i got youuuuuu. tysm for sending in an ask! 💖 hope you like it!

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader G/AUs: Angst, established relationship, non-idol au TWs: None but ofc lmk <3 WC: 763

Prompt: “i didn’t do it. please, you have to believe me!” + distrust + the bedside of someone who doesn’t want you there

Build a fic! ✨

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Whoever said silence couldn’t be deadly was a liar.

Jungkook stares at you with accusation, round eyes now narrow. It makes your breath catch in your throat.

“I didn’t do it. Please, you have to believe me!” you exclaim.

Jungkook points down to the phone he had thrown on the bed.

“How can I when you’re the only one who has access to it?” he says.

Your eyes drift back to the phone. On the screen is a YouTube video of his now-released song. You recall how Jungkook was still working on it, trying to build his portfolio so he could pursue his dream job as an artist.

“I—I don’t know,” you meekly reply, tears pricking your eyes.

Jungkook snatches his phone and starts tapping his screen. You stand idly, hands fidgeting with each other as you try to think of what to say. You’ve never seen him so upset before.

“Jungko—“

“It’s fucking everywhere,” he huffs. “You must have had a party posting this on all these different platforms. Are you happy now?”

He finally looks up from his device. He’s furious, but if you look closely, you can see the hurt from betrayal too.

“Please, Kook,” you plead. “I didn’t do that. I don’t know how it got released. Believe me!”

“I want to—“

“Then do!” you almost shout desperately.

He shakes his head, more hair falling into his face. He stuffs his phone in his pocket and raises his arms to run his hands through his hair in frustration.

“I can’t!” he groans and spins to look away from you.

You reach out to touch his arm, but he turns and backs away. He looks at you in a way that makes you feel small.

“You don’t trust me?” you ask.

“I guess not,” he mutters.

Your chest feels tight with pain. Although you and Jungkook only started dating three months ago, you’ve known him for a year. A year of smiles and laughter and love. Now, it’s all crumbling down because of… You’re not sure. Your mind can’t function properly knowing he doesn’t trust you after all this time.

“I want you to leave,” he says before you reply.

“Jungkook, please,” you beg.

“No,” he says sternly. “No more trying to get me to believe you. It’s time for you to go.”

“Jung—“

“Enough, Yn.”

He storms out the door and comes back a moment later with your keys.

“I’ll pack your belongings and you can pick them up tomorrow,” he says and places your keys in your palm. He holds the bedroom door open and gestures out.

You stare at him, barely able to hold yourself up when all you want to do is fall to your knees and convince him you didn’t do it. You would never sabotage him or his career. You were rooting for his success.

Jungkook sighs.

“Don’t make me—“

“Okay,” you force out, not wanting to hear him finish his sentence. You will your legs to take one step, then another until you’re out his door without another word.

Your hands shake as you retrieve your phone and dial your friend and roommate.

“H-Hey, can you pick me up from Jung-Jungkook’s?” You hate how you can’t say his name without feeling your heart break.

“Oh, now? Did something happen,” Hyunji asks.

“Yeah, but I—I don’t wanna talk about it right now,” you say with a sniffle.

“Ah. Sorry, I can’t right now,” she replies. If she knows you’re crying, she doesn’t mention it.

Great. You’re stranded. 

“O-Okay,” you say.

The line goes dead quickly after. After a deep inhale, you make your way out of Jungkook’s apartment building while looking at the ride apps.

By the time you’re seated in your ride, your heart has become numb and your eyes swollen with tears. Your ride doesn’t say anything about your state and begins driving.

You gaze out, gaze glossing over your surroundings until something catches your eyes.

Hyunji’s car.

You watch as she turns into Jungkook’s apartment complex. Odd. She said she was busy.

Jungkook and his friends live in the same complex, so she could be visiting one of them. However, there’s a growing dread in your chest that’s hard to ignore.

You lean forward to speak to the driver.

“Sorry. I forgot something. Can you turn around?” You’re surprised to hear your voice stable when your body feels otherwise.

Maybe you’re just overthinking. Maybe you’re making an excuse to not leave.

But something in your gut says you’re about to get the answer you were searching for.

Who leaked Jungkook’s song?

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[hidden-snow]

Valentine's Day Gift

Rated // +18

Warnings // P in V

Word count // 763

You were his good girl. His favorite girl. Lucifer would constantly shower you with rubber ducks and other gifts, designed to your liking. You weren’t a replacement for Lilith, but he certainly loved you for who you were.

You’d been friends with Charlie ever since you came down to hell. Supporting her dream to reform sinners, you’d been at her hotel when you’d first met Lucifer. The tension he’d had with Alastor had quickly disappeared when his eyes landed on you. You had been leaning against the table, sipping on some bright red punch that had been prepared for Lucifer’s appearance.

Niffty had offered you one of the iffy-looking cookies sitting on a tray, but you’d been quick to refuse the offer. You didn’t want to die again from food poisoning. Seeing the look on your face, Angel had burst out in laughter, teasing you for your taste-choices, while taking a cookie from the tray. He ate it right in front of you, teasing smirk turning into a frown as his face slowly turned green.

That’s how Lucifer had seen you, punch cup in your hand as you laughed, Angel bent over the table as he threw up his guts.

Things had taken off and you found yourself steadily becoming the girl of his focal point. All he wanted to do was spend time with you. Visits to the hotel had become more frequent, just so that he could spend time with you.

Before long, you found yourself in his king-sized bed, red blankets covered in apple designs draped over your naked body. You’d turned your gaze to the warm body beside you, seeing the flushed white face with bright red circles over his cheek bones. He was sleeping soundly, blond hair messy and sticking up in odd angles.

And with that, you felt yourself falling in love with Lucifer as well.

You hated your thoughts, but you kind of hoped that Lilith stayed away, because you knew that deep in your heart, if she came back, you would no longer be his favorite girl.

With these thoughts constantly stuck in your mind, you found yourself letting go more around him. You wanted him to like you, perhaps even love you, so that when she did come back to him, he wouldn’t cast you aside completely.

Laying in his bed, arms wrapped around his shoulders, nails scratching his shoulder blades, sweat coating your skin. Your thighs were wrapped around his hips and your head was tilted back, allowing his forehead to rest in the crook between your throat and shoulder.

He was thrusting in with elite precision, applying the perfect blend of speed and friction with each snap of his hips.

Your toes curled with the pleasure that leaked through your veins, flooding into your body and filling you with an insatiable desire for him and only him. He slid his fingers along your body, gripping you tightly as his hips twitched, letting you know that he was closing in on his climax. You didn’t want this to end. You wanted him to push through it. You didn’t want to part so soon.

It was Valentine’s Day, after all. Your favorite day of the year. The day where Lucifer went all out to make sure you felt loved, needed, and adored. Nearby the bed sat a tray with food, perfectly cooked and starting to get cold due to having been immediately sat aside for your sudden desires to be fulfilled.

“So good, darling. You’re so good for me,” he breathed softly in your ear, holding you closer so that he could push deeper inside.

You moan softly as the tip pushes against your g-spot, pleasure blossoming inside of you, pushing you closer to your climax. The coil within the pit of your belly was growing tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any second.

His movements are getting faster, more eager, and at this point, you were simply holding on for the ride, allowing him to push you closer and closer to your own climax.

His fingers move to your hair, tangling in your locks to pull at it. Lips meet yours in a heated, passionate kiss, tongue poking into your mouth.

His hip snaps again, forcing deep inside of you, and a soft gasp is pulled from your lips, swallowed by him. The coil inside your belly snaps and your spine arches slightly in his grasp as you hit your climax.

Jesus.

“Good girl. My good girl. Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. Now, eat up. We’ve got a busy day ahead of us.” 

[heaven-s-black-box]

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Recovery date: January 17th, 2024

Description: May I request smut with Zhongli and his wife having reunion sex after not seeing each other for a long time?

Includes- plot, half dragon form Zhongli, slight angst(?), oral (f receiving)

Notes: This entry was recovered in collaboration with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contribution. Thank you to my friend who beta read this.

Word count: 2 763

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Zhongli’s retirement was supposed to mean more time for his wife. 

Married for centuries, and yet he felt they only saw each other as frequently as a mortal couple did in their entire lifetime. He’d promised her his undivided love and protection, and back in the Guili plains that had been possible– when it hadn’t just been him watching over the mortals– but here in Liyue it was… difficult. He was loath to admit it, but he was not holding up his end of the contract.

Even after the amendment they’d made following the archon war, that Liyue would come before her, it seemed to take up all his time. Yet she never complained, treating the bustling harbor like it was their child.

His retirement was as if their child had grown, leaving the house to find its place in the world. So how had spending time together gotten harder?

“I’m home, my dearest,” he called into the quiet house, taking care to keep his voice down.

One week, three days, eight hours, forty-two minutes and three seconds.

He’d been gone for a full week, nearly week and a half, and not even on official business, but rather as a favor to Wangsheng Funeral Parlor’s director because she was too busy to go to Inazuma.Y/n hadn’t been able to join him due to a mild illness at the time of his departure that would have made the boat ride miserable, and so had begun their longest separation since the cataclysm.

A warm scent reached his nose, and he looked up from taking his shoes off to find his wife standing before the entrance in an apron. There was a bandage tied around one of her fingers, and rice flour dusted across the apron.

“I made bamboo shoot soup.”

Her smile was contagious, and he quickly found himself donning a similar expression as she took his hand and led him to the table. A bottle of dandelion wine was set in the center next to a vase of glaze lilies and qingxins. The smell he’d noticed earlier was clearly coming from the pot on the stove that Y/n quickly returned to, serving up two bowls and setting them on the table.

“This is… an interesting array of decor,” Zhongli hummed once they finally sat down.

“Venti came by,” Y/n laughed, “just after you left, actually, he helped me around the house so that I could rest.” Zhongli nodded, begrudgingly thinking up a way to thank the drunken archon. “The flowers were a gift from Ganyu, I think she meant for me to put them in separate vases but…” She shrugged.

Zhongli finished his bite of bamboo, and looked up to find his wife awkwardly pushing her food around her bowl. She raised a piece of meat to her lips, but before she could take a bite, Zhongli urged her to finish her sentence.

“But?”

Y/n rarely clammed up like this, tensing up over something so suddenly. She ignored him for a moment, chewing slowly to buy herself more time. Zhongli set his chopsticks down and laced his hands in front of himself, indicating he had no intent of returning to dinner until she answered him.

“But, they kept me company.”

Y/n rolled her shoulders out and reached for her glass of wine. She frowned upon taking a sip, deciding that maybe dandelion wine and bamboo shoot soup weren’t the best pair, but continued on in order to avoid looking at her husband. There was no doubt in her mind that he was carefully considering her words, and she was not looking forward to-

“I’m sorry.”

She sighed. “No, no, don’t apologize.”

“Why?” Zhongli reached across the table and took her hands in his, running his thumb over her wedding ring. “It’s the very least I should do. I promised you my undivided love and protection, and I failed. I amended my promise, the vow I made to you centuries ago, and I have still– somehow– made you feel so alone that you would find comfort in the memories of our friends.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?”

A long moment of silence cut through the house as Y/n lowered her gaze to their hands– hers cradled gently in his. Slowly, she removed Zhongli’s wedding ring, then his gloves, and replaced the ring before bringing his hands to her lips. She placed a kiss on either knuckle and then sighed, resting her forehead against them.

“Your retirement was supposed to be for us,” she whispered, “and I understand that this consultancy with Wangsheng funeral parlor is your way of living a mortal life, but even mortals make better time for their loved ones than you. We have forever, but forever will find its end before you know it.”

Zhongli couldn’t see her face, it was buried in his hands, but he could feel her heavy breathing as she stifled growing sobs.

“Look at me,” he whispered, removing his hands from her grasp to cup her face. Y/n’s eyes were glassy with unshed tears that stabbed at his heart. “I will speak with director Hu Tao and take some time off, and I’ll work on finding a balance. I promise.”

“Thank you.”

Y/n turned her face in his hands and kissed his palms.

“Don’t thank me, it’s what I should have done in the first place.”

Hesitantly, Y/n pulled Zhongli’s hands from her face and clasped them in front of her chest– pressing them over her heart.

“Dinner’s gone cold.”

“It has.”

“Why don’t we move on to the rest of the evening's plans?”

Zhongli chuckles, “You had more planned?”

“But of course, you must have been so lonely without me, I need to make up for that.”

Y/n stood up, pulling her husband with her. Before she could pull him any further though, he pulled her into his chest and wrapped his arms around her waist. She looked up at him with furrowed brows and a small pout.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

Her pout dissipated into a small smile as she ran her hands up his chest and played with the collar of his jacket.

“I would tell you if I wasn’t. That was a term in our contract,” she whispered, barely a breath away from his lips before she pulled him in for a kiss.

It was gentle as Y/n ran her hands up around Zhongli’s neck, tugging on his ponytail and earning a short laugh before their lips connected again. Zhongli meanwhile slid his hands just barely under the slit in her qipao, earning a shudder as his claws gently raked over the thin under dress. He moved his hands lower, squeezing at the backs of her thighs.

“Up.”

Y/n jumped up, her skirt bunching up under Zhongli’s hands, wrapping her legs around his waist and giggling– face buried in his neck– as he finally carried her to their bedroom. She loosened his tie, undoing the top few buttons of his shirt and littering his neck with butterfly kisses. The door to their room opened, and she took the moment of brief distraction to bite down on the nape of his neck. Zhongli’s grip on her thighs tightened, and he let out a low groan while Y/n snickered softly.

“My bad.”

Zhongli nudged her head up and buried his face in her neck before biting her nape in return, earning a squeal and the squeeze of her thighs. In squeezing her thighs together around his waist, Y/n accidentally pulled herself closer and ground against Zhongli.

Zhongli groaned at the friction and whispered, “My bad,” in return, before dropping her onto the bed.

Without prompting, Y/n unfastened the buttons of her qipao while Zhongli shrugged off his jacket and vest, and finished unbuttoning his shirt. He looked up just in time to find his wife kneeling in front of him. She wrapped her arms back around his neck, burring one hand in his hair, and pulled him in for another kiss.

This one was hungrier. It wasn’t meant to reassure either of them, but rather make up for lost time. Both the time lost during his trip, and the time lost as the mortal life had consumed him.

Zhongli gently pushed Y/n back by the hips, forcing her to awkwardly shuffle around to untuck her dress from beneath her. As soon as it was released from beneath her legs, Zhongli grabbed the hem and pulled it off– leaving her in only her underwear. He gently ran his fingers along the deep mark he’d left on her nape earlier, a fond smile forming on his lips.

Rolling her eyes, Y/n grabbed the open sides of Zhongli’s shirt to pull him down with her when she fell backwards. The sudden shift in perspective startled him, and he was barely able to brace himself on his forearms to avoid crushing his wife.

“Hi, handsome.”

“Hello, my dearest.”

This time Zhongli was the first to lean in, placing a quick peck on her nose and then capturing her lips. Y/n wrapped her legs around his waist and slid her hand up to cup his face, while he moved one hand up to cup hers.

It honestly felt like they could stay like that forever, just holding one another, but Zhongli suddenly pulled away and trailed kisses down Y/n chest. He left gentle nips at random intervals, earning content sighs from his wife. She gently scratched at his scalp, tugging on occasion to make him groan.

There was something humorous in the way they’d both assumed they would jump each other's bones as soon as Zhongli had stepped in the door, and yet as time went on neither of them was sure they’d even get around to having sex tonight.

When Zhongli finally reached the hem of Y/n’s underwear and took a deep inhale, making her whine in embarrassment. Even after being married for centuries some of his more draconic habits, like his obsession with her scent, were embarrassing.

“My favorite scent,” he said, voice a low rumble as he teased her.

“Zhongli,” Y/n whined.

He slowly pulled her underwear down, letting his claws scrap against her skin. She kicked them off and then put her legs up on his shoulders before tapping the top of his head.

“Where’s my lovely husband?” She cooed, shuddering when he laughed– his breath hitting her clit.

“Really?”

“Really.”

He ducked down, kissing at her inner thighs as his horns and tail slowly took form. Y/n whined as he avoided giving her any stimulation, gripping at his horns and tugging only to earn herself a gentle smack from his tail.

“Ah!”

“Be patient,” Zhongli sighed.

“I have been plenty patient, love.”

His forked tongue flicked out against her clit, making her yelp and squeeze her thighs against his head. Her grip on his horns tightened and she used them to try and pull him closer to her cunt. This time he ran his tongue up to her clit and then back down and into her. Y/n moaned, rocking her hips into his face. Zhongli laughed, digging his claws into her hips, uncaring if he broke skin.

“More,” Y/n moaned, wiggling her hips uselessly.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get there.”

“But-ah!” 

Zhongli sucked gently at her clit, then gently raked his claws against her thigh to rub quick circles against her clit. The sudden change in stimulation caught her off guard and her thighs began to crush his head as she clawed helplessly. 

The knot in her stomach tightened quickly, making her hips jerk erratically against his face and hand. Her breathing was heavy as choked sounds escaped her lips.

“Cumming, cumming,” she began to mumble, legs twitching. “Fuck!” She yelped as it finally snapped.

Zhongli lapped up her release– his tail flicking about happily behind him– gripping her tightly as she squirmed against him from over stimulation. 

“I thought you’d been patient?”

“I was,” Y/n panted, sitting up and starting to undo Zhongli’s pants, “until this morning.”

“I was looking forward to letting you fall apart on my fingers,” he pouted playfully.

“And I, want to be fucked.”

Laughing, Zhongli got off the bed to kick his pants off while Y/n moved further up onto the bed. Zhongli rejoined, settling between her legs and pulling her towards him. His tail looped around her waist, tightening slightly so she couldn’t escape.

“No, no,” Y/n laughed, finally catching her breath. She placed a hand on his chest and the other urging his tail to loosen its hold, guiding him to lay back. “My turn.”

She settled herself above him, resting her weight forward on his chest, and slowly sunk down onto his second dick. His primary dick brushed against her clit as she lowered herself, earning a quiet gasp and making her clench around him. It stung slightly, but she took her time until he was buried inside her completely. With a shaky breath she gave a slow roll of her hips, earning a groan from her husband.

Zhongli placed his hands on her hips, rubbing gentle arcs against her skin with his thumbs, then he ran his hands up and down her sides in a soothing motion as she adjusted to his size. His primary dick rested against his abdomen, and Y/n wrapped her hand around it making him hiss. She ran her hand along it teasingly a few times, laughing at the glare he leveled her with and the way his tail tightened around her waist, before moving her hand back to his chest for support.

Y/n rolled her hips again, taking a deep breath as her clit once again brushed his primary dick, before slowly lifting herself up and sinking back down with a moan. She leaned down to kiss her husband, making him groan as his primary dick was pressed between them. Slowly, she found a rhythm to bounce on, moaning as her clit rubbed against his primary dick that was pressed between them. Zhongli’s claws dug into her hips as he moaned, matching her movements with his thrusts. 

The pleasure quickly began to tire Y/n out, leaving her panting and slowing down as her legs began to shake from the building tension in her gut.

“Come now, is that all you’ve got?” Zhongli teased as she began slowing down, breath heavy from exertion.

“If you weren’t so insistent on topping, maybe I’d-ah! Have better stamina.”

Tightening his grip on her hips and his tail back around her waist, he flipped her around and slammed back into her. She yelped at the sudden movement, and he moaned as his primary dick rubbed against Y/n’s abdomen with every thrust. In this position, his dick didn’t rub against her clit as regularly leaving her on edge.

“You make an excellent point, however…” he gave another hard thrust, his sharp teeth being revealed as he grinned down at her, “actually I don’t have a point to make.”

Y/n’s hands twisted the sheets as she bounced almost violently with every thrust, crying out in pleasure.

“So-mean.” She whined, and shakily slid one of her hands between them to rub at her clit. “Cumming.”

“Go ahead,” he whispered, leaning down beside her ear. “My dearest wife.”

At the term of endearment, Y/n’s breath hitched.

“Morax, Morax, Morax,” she gasped out as her legs tightened around his waist and her hips jerked against him.

He replaced her hand with his, rubbing her clit to help her ride out her orgasm as she twitched and panted. Meanwhile he pulled out, wrapping his other hand around both his cocks and jacking them off. White painted Y/n abdomen as he finally stopped rubbing her clit.

They stayed there for a moment, panting. Y/n twitched slightly everytime Zhongli accidentally brushed up against her.

“That was… long overdue,” She sighed, groaning as she carefully unhooked her legs from Zhongli’s waist.

Zhongli, in turn, laughed, and grabbed a towel from their bedside drawer to clean her off.

“No, what’s long overdue is the bath we’re about to take.”

“Ah, that is true,” Y/n laughed, taking Zhongli’s right hand and raising it to her lips so that she could kiss his wedding ring.

As she looked up at him through her lashes, placing gentle kisses along his knuckles and ring, Zhongli had a feeling he knew how his vacation was going to go.

[k-marzolf]

Make me your Maria

Okay, I’m not sure how this will be received. I just wanted to try this idea out. That being said, I really had fun with this.

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763 words.

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It’s 1920.

The streets of New York are filled with new things, motor cars in particular had your interest, and it had you sticking your head out of your apartment window on the third floor, ignoring the scolding from your mother as you hung out.

“Don’t lose your pearls!” She shouted, and then you saw him standing there, smoking with Frank Castle, and wiggled your hips, sliding free and down the ivy under the window.

Your mother looked out the window, face blotchy from drinking too much sherry. “Honestly, girl, there’s a door!”

You waved your mother off, sprinting over to Billy, and grabbing his cigarette, like you knew how, taking a long drag and inhaling, coughing wildly a second later, nearly dropping the cigarette on your dress.

A smile played on his lips. “That’s not for women, don’t you know, canary?” He teased playfully, and took the cigarette back, admiring the lipstick stains.

“You should take me for a drive in your new car, mister.” You said, fixing your pinned hair.

Frank was laughing and shaking his head at your audacity. “Did you know one blew up recently?” He asked, putting his own cigarette out on the sidewalk.

You rolled your eyes, “Then I guess Billy and I will go to purgatory. He won’t be able to leave until he crochets a granny square.” You rambled, “And maybe drink a gallon of water. He doesn’t drink enough, too much whiskey. His urine must be strong.”

Billy choked as he inhaled smoke, “Jesus, canary—“ he rasped.

You wagged your finger at him. “Takin’ the Lord’s name in vain. That’s two granny squares.”

“Yeah? And what do you gotta do?”

You smiled playfully, “Babysit you.”

He scoffed, “More like stringing pearls the way you lose those things. Alright, I’ll take you for a ride, canary. I expect a kiss at the end.” He teased, leaning into your face.

You leaned closer, “If you don’t crash into cars, causing the one in front of you to crash, creating a block wide collision because you saw a bee in the car and swatted at it.”

He flicked your forehead, “Sweet girl, I wouldn’t swing at the bee. I’d let it nest in your hair.”

Frank looked back and forth between you both as you made a mountain out of a molehill. He hit Billy, “Take her in the goddamn car, Bill.” He said, voice husky from all the smoking he did. He was in a simple shirt and trousers, working the mines.

Billy came from poverty, but struck it rich, though he would not say how, and so now he lived a comfortable life. Especially after the war, and he had the scars to show for it.

But you never missed the haunted look in his eyes he sometimes got, a thing you’d never understand, living a life of comfort, never being drafted, never working with your hands. But god, he was fond of you. A reminder that the world wasn’t completely evil, that there was some good in it. That you were the thing he was fighting for.

“You make it home, Bill. You kiss her, or Maria’s boxing your ears.” Frank grunted in a trench.

Billy laughed, holding his gun. “What? She gonna resurrect me just to tell me off?”

Frank pulled Billy by his ears. “I’ll drag you home if I have to Russo. You’re my brother. My family.”

Billy had lowered his eyes. “You’re mine too, Frankie.”

“Then pick your ass up, and get ready. We got company.”

You were his soft landing after the war, an embrace against the screaming.

You grabbed Billy’s arm, dragging him to the street, and ooh’ed and ahhh’ed at it. “It’s so pretty, like onyx. Like your eyes. You have to teach me how to drive.”

He brushed hair from your neck, tenderly. “Society won’t like a woman drivin’, too free.” He said pressing his face into your hair, breath tickling your neck.

This you knew, but well behaved women didn’t make history. “Is it loud?”

He knew the argument was far from over.

He leaned over hitting the horn, making you laugh in delight. “Do it again, mister.” You demanded, the summer heat making you sweat, but you couldn’t be bothered by it, fixated on something you never dreamed could exist. But some hated the cars, and so there were still horses in the street, but as far as you knew they’d never been shmucked.

And Billy was sure he could be happy at your command for the rest of his life, and into purgatory.

[dontbebittah]

The History of Swingo, Part 6: The Aussies 

(Karis Oka performing as Anna of Cleves. Photographed by @daynaransleyphoto on Instagram.)

(7) Karis Oka was one of three swings in the first and second Australia tour casts and wore the black alt costume with Howard skirt and pants variations. She was the first of the three to complete Swingo, although her final debut as Seymour was also the only time she played the role. While the AUS swings had no formal cover order, Karis seems to have been the priority cover for Boleyn and Howard. Since leaving Six, Karis has played Ocean in Ride the Cyclone.

Days to complete Swingo: 701 (single production: 24, AUS 2.0)

Date completed: January 29th, 2022

Performance stats:

Fun Fact: If only counting debuts in a single production, Karis holds the record for fastest Swingo with only 24 days from first to last debut in the 2nd AUS tour. (Grace Mouat still holds the record for fastest overall.)

(Shannen Alyce Quan as Catherine Parr. Photographed by @larajanephotography on Instagram.)

(9) Shannen Alyce Quan was the second swing to complete Swingo in the first and second Australia tours. They wore the teal alt costume with Seymour and Boleyn skirts as their only variations, and she is still the only performer to have worn a Boleyn skirt for a role other than Boleyn- she also wore it for Cleves and Howard. Shannen has been in a variety of productions since their time with Six, most recently playing Jo in Little Women.

Days to complete Swingo: 763 (single production: 74, AUS 2.0)

Date completed: March 18th, 2022

Performance stats: 

Fun Fact: Shannen and Karis were in the same production of Fangirls in 2021 before the second tour began, Karis as Edna and Shannen as a swing.

(Chiara Assetta as Catherine of Aragon. Photographed by @daynaransleyphoto on Instagram.)

(12) Chiara Assetta joined as the third swing in the second (post-COVID) Australia tour production and wore the orange alternate costume. She is the only person to have worn a different (non-pants) variation of the orange alt costume- she wore shorts for every role. While she was given two alt variations like the other swings, she never performed in the pants variation and the mystery of Chiara’s missing orange pants haunts the fandom to this day. Chiara has returned for the 2024-25 AUS tour in the silver swing costume!

Days to complete Swingo: 75

Date completed: March 29, 2022

Performance stats (note: AUS 3.0 is an active production, so these stats are only accurate as of 9/26/24):

Fun Fact: Chiara became the first swing/alternate to perform in a Howard ponytail dyed their alt costume color in the AUS 3.0 production. While there are behind-the-scenes pictures of Elizabeth Walker (Bliss 1.0 swing) with a teal ponytail, she never performed in it.

[glitchdecay]

can we talk about how clever the code for episode 763 ("Conan and Heiji, Code of Love, Part 1") was?

for context: this was The One Where the Detective Boys Found a Drug Dealer's Notebook.

the code looks something like this:

the blurred kanji by themselves should be enough for the viewer to figure it out at home with the right knowledge, but Conan (and later Heiji) explain it for the reader/viewer all the same.

hit the Keep Reading button if you wanna read how i break it down.

here's how it works:

Conan figured out that the left column refers to station numbers. G11 and the kanji 日本 (Nihon) bring to mind Nihonbashi — station number 11 on the Ginza line.

being the autistic gremlin stellar detective he is, Conan has the entire Tokyo subway map memorized, but i don't have such an ability, so here's the Tokyo subway map.

the circled character in the code is the letter G (the first character), which means you have to pick the corresponding kanji in the station name: 日本橋. following from which, we can find the following:

E22: Azabu-juban 麻布十番

C10: Nijubashimae 二重橋前

Y21: Tsukishima 月島

M09: Shinjuku-sanchome 新宿三丁目

H02: Ebisu 恵比寿 ※ here, the entire thing is circled so all the characters are taken

I02: Shirokanedai 白金台

T22: Baraki-nakayama 原木中山

putting them in the table gives the following (please excuse my handwriting, i suck at kanji):

from here, we know that the first five lines give 十二月三日, or December 3rd.

in the screenshot, N22 is written on the right-hand side of the left column (confusing, i know) with 京橋 (Kyobashi) next to it. this is where Conan, our Edokko detective, initally gets confused: Kyobashi is station G10 on the Tokyo subway map.

enter Heiji, the resident Canadian Kansai boy, and his knowledge of Osaka. there, N22 is indeed Kyobashi station, as it is station number 22 on the Nagahori Tsurumi-ryokuchi line.

here's where the placement of the station numbers in the left column matters. you see, it's good etiquette to stand on one side of an escalator while riding it. in Tokyo, you stand on the left-hand side; but in Osaka, you stand on the right-hand side. if the left-hand side refers to Tokyo station numbers, then the right-hand side must refer to Osaka station numbers.

so let's look at the Osaka subway map as well.

from above, we know that N22 is Kyobashi (京橋). filling in the rest of the table gives:

N11: Taisho 大正

Y12: Higobashi 肥後橋

C22: Takaida 高井田

which completes the table like so.

now, the line after the date reads 正後恵比寿橋白井原. but instead of being read as is, Conan and Heiji broke them down further:

"shogo" being "noon" (正午),

"Ebisubashi" being the one in Osaka (which is written 戎橋), ※the arrow on the row with Ebisu indicates this

and "shiroibara" referring to the white roses worn by the drug dealers.

i am in awe of how clever this code is. like, this is why i love detective stories. being able to come up with stuff like this and present it as a Thing for the people in your head to figure out? wow.

p.s. also i love these goobers so much

[claireelizabethsblog]

~ August's Books Reviewed ~

The month started out strong with me riding a Sanderson high, then I did a thing that I objectively hate and know will 9 times out of 10 have me reading less, which is started several books at once.... as of the end of August I was reading three books at once, yet none of them were finished so none of them get included in August's round up... look forward to that in September I guess!

The Well of Ascension by Brandon Sanderson

(763 pages)

The stress I felt reading this was unreal... which is simply evidence of how good it is. It genuinely was pulling actual visceral reactions from me and I physically could not put it down at points. I know this is a shorter review than usual, but I can think of nothing else to say.

I gave this book 5 stars ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Hero of Ages by Brandon Sanderson

(748 pages)

An amazing conclusion to a really really good trilogy. The twists and turns of this were so well executed and completely shocking in exactly the right way. The ending in particular I never could have seen coming. If this were a spoiler review I'd be able to go on more, but for now, I leave with simply the promise that if you love fantasy novels, Sanderson novels, epic twists and/or social/religious/political commentary then you should definitely give this series a try!

I gave this book 5 stars ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid

(585 pages)

I was gifted this book and admit to being a little wary before committing to reading it, as a general rule books that blow up exclusively on social media tend to be a let down to me after the copious amounts of hype they've received. I'm pleased to say that was not the case with this book. If anything, I was pleasantly surprised with how much I enjoyed it. It was extremely uniquely written; it was emotional, clever and beautiful. The characters were all so complex and felt genuinely so real. I would say that was the highlight of this book, the characterisation. Every character you could relate to a real person. You sympathised with their decisions, or at least understood them. Like real life, there was no villains and heroes. Bad people and good people and somewhere in the middle people, sure. But also like real life, the last group was the most prevalent, and the first two groups different to each individual's opinions. I would actually really recommend this book to almost everyone I know who reads, I'm pretty sure everyone could find something in it that keeps their focus, be it the mystery, the love story, the characters....

I gave this book 5 stars ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The twist of a knife by Anthony Horowitz

(373 pages)

I am like 90% sure that this was not the first book in a series, however it stood well as a stand alone book too! Like the other Horowitz book I read earlier this year, I found this novel a little slow to pick up at first, however I did get into it in the end. I found it clever and quirky and I loved the meta elements. Ultimately, it was exactly what it was advertised as - a light, humorous murder mystery - and actually, I'm not mad about taking a break for something silly every so often!

I gave this book 3 stars ⭐️⭐️⭐️

If We Were Villains by M. L. Rio

(422 pages)

After the success of The Seven Husbands, I felt brave enough to try another recent social media favourite book. I'd seen mixed reviews over this one, however my flatmate strongly recommended it and as usual, our tastes in books aligned and it was extremely good. Despite the predictability of the plot, I was fully engaged the entire way through which speaks to how well the characters were depicted that I was willing to look past the predictability of it all just to read more about the people. In fact, I would like to make this a formal call for more people to start writing fanfictions for this novel because I want to read even more about these characters and am being denied that currently based off the limited options on ao3 (if anyone has any good recommendations please let me know!) I think, if I had read this in another month it would have received five stars, however it was let down by the fact that it was read within the same weeks as Sanderson and The Seven Husbands which meant I could not in good conscience give it full marks when the plot was just a little too easy to see coming for me. Therefore....

I gave this book 4 stars ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

[alovesongshewrote]

Baby Boy (Derogatory) | Eddie Munson x Reader HCs

Plot:  jason carver is a little shit, but you're something worse- a condescending bitch [Eddie Munson x GN!Reader]

Word count:  763

Warnings:  none

A/N: it's always been funny to me that jason was so antagonistic to someone who was like, at least two years older than him. it's very, "who's this sassy toddler?" to me. i know he's an actual threat in canon, but also,,,, haha, he's 12. anyway, if anyone has a better name for these hcs, lmk

Jason Carver is a fuckin dick

Calls people freaks, leads mobs against innocent men, threatens to break people’s fingers

Etc

Thing is, compared to steve and eddie

He’s like

Six years old?

Now, it’s not like eddie can do anything with this, he’s still trapped by the confines of high school 

If he fights back on any level, it'll be worse for him

And Steve, well

Steve loses every fight he gets into (if he’s not trying to kill)

And even if he tried to go all mean girl on jason, he would make a fatal mistake-

He would treat jason like a peer

Not like a friend, but like a person his age

You, however?

You are two things

1) aware that jason carver is Little

And 

2) Fed Up With His Shit

And, y'know, bonus third thing

Graduated

So, one day, when he decides to provoke eddie while you’re picking the kids up from hellfire

You just kinda 

Snap?

You wander up beside your metalhead 

Completely ignoring the little jock man

And you go 

“Hi :D”

Wrapping an arm around Eddie’s shoulders and giving him a pat on the chest

A silent

“Dw bby, i got this”

Jason is not impressed

He clears his throat and glares at you when you finally turn to face him

And he gives you his most privileged 

“Do you mind?  We were in the middle of something.”

You don’t answer just yet

First

You look the little shit up and down 

Not so subtly judging him

You squint at his face a little, too, as if you can’t figure out who the fuck he is

And then you go

“Hey, you’re that little jock kid, from the baseball team!”

And you have another big smile on your face

Though this one is completely fake, unlike the one you gave eddie

Jason doesn’t seem to give a shit about your falsified cheshire grin

He just huffs out a, “It’s the basketball team, actually.”

And crosses his arms

You nod, pretending to care

And you go

“Oh, I’m so sorry young man,” in the tone one would use to address a grumpy fourth grader

His face goes red

But before he can even begin to retaliate, you check your watch

And you go

“Oh no, it’s getting late.  Do you need a ride home, kiddo?”

And you give jason just

This death stare 

Fake smile, wide eyes

And it’s just this beautiful mixture of piss-your-pants levels of terrifying, mythic bitch, and condescending Karen

Eddie sees it and falls even more in love, jason falls into hate

He can barely stutter out a, “I-I’m fine,” in the face of your face

Once he does your smile widens 

You give him a little, “Aww, you can drive all by yourself?”

And you do that thing where you pat his face in a way that’s just, just short of a slap

Which you follow up with an even more bitchy, “Aw, Jayden!  I’m so proud of you!”

Then you back off before he can respond, pulling eddie with you

You can hear jason yell out, trying to correct you on his name, but you

Don’t care

You’re too busy trying to hide your massive- and now genuine- smile

You and eddie manage to get yourselves into your car before you lose it

The kids are sitting in the back, very confused, and very annoyed that you aren’t driving yet

But hey, tough tiddies, they’re notorious for making you wait for them to finish hellfire

They can wait five minutes while you and eddie cackle over jason’s pissed off face

Eventually 

Jason stops stomping around his car and drives off

Eddie gets into his van, and you drive the kids home

And later that night

When you stop by Eddie’s trailer 

You’re standing in his doorway for all of two seconds before he’s got you against the wall with his lips on yours

You giggle a bit

(giggle)

And you ask

“What’s this for?”

He responds, breathlessly 

“You’re amazing, you know that?  Amazing.”

You laugh now, fully

And you say, “I don’t know why you even bother to humor that kid.  He’s like, six years old, just push him, or something.”

The smile he gives you is perfect, you just wanna lick him or something, but he’s talking, so you let him speak:

“Yeahhh, if I do that Higgins will have my head, so…”

“Man, we can’t let her do that- you have so many nice features there!”

You proceed to prove your point by kissing him on those nice features

[mis4dv3nture]

Kinktober, Day 17

Day 17: Threesome or moresome

Pairing(s): Phantom x Rain x Swiss x Mountain (Dewdrop at the end)

Word count: 763

Rating: explicit

Tags: anal sex, praise kink, size kink, a bit of voyeurism is you squint, mention of double penetration in one hole, a little bit of dirty talking.

A/N: I have no idea of what the hell did I just write, I don't even 100% like how it turned out, I hope it's still just a little bit good.

People always made fun of him for that.

And Phantom hated it, he hated being told that he was small.

Sure, he looked tiny next to Swiss and Mountain, but everyone did, they were fucking giants!

And he looked taller then Dew, he was also much bigger then most of the ghoulettes.

He would have never imagined how much he was enjoying feeling small next to those three.

<<You like that, baby bat?>> Swiss asked with a deep, warm voice that made Phantom squirm. He frenetically nodded.

He kept riding the multi ghoul as Rain's hand lazily stroked him.

<<Keep going, Bug, you're doing so good>> Rain praised him, pressing a little kiss on his forehead <<such a good boy for us>>

The quint ghoul moaned as Swiss started hitting his sweet spot.

<<You look so pretty like this>> the water ghoul’s strokes started getting faster <<you like that, don't you? Such a pretty boy…>>

<<Stop being so sweet, Rain, you're disgusting>> Swiss teased him with a cruel grin <<can't you see how desperate he is for my cock? Such a pathetic whore>>

<<When is my turn?>> Mountain interrupted them, looking pretty annoyed <<You guys are so fucking selfish>>

He was sitting on an armchair, mindlessly playing with himself as he waited for them to finish preparing the little ghoul for him.

Rain immediately scolded him.

<<Be patient, Mount, we're just making sure that he's- >>

<<I'm ready>> Phantom interrupted him <<Let me ride him, please, I…>>

Swiss laughed, the quint ghoul blushed.

<<I told you he was a cock-slut>>

The water ghoul carefully helped him to slide the multi ghoul's length out of him, giving him some little kisses, hugging him tightly as the two bigger ghouls switched their places.

<<How is he?>> the multi ghoul asked as he got himself comfortable on the armchair, his leaking erection resting against his thigh.

<<Tight>> Mountain answered, roughly guiding the quint ghoul's hips on his length <<and so damn wet>>

Swiss smirked.

<<Incredibly wet, right? Rain, have you maybe got something to do with this?>>

The water ghoul blushed. He really had a soft spot for his little Bug, he just wanted to make him feel good. Since they started, he hadn't stopped touching him, spilling little praises and occasionally kissing him.

He hadn't touched himself once, and he was painfully hard, but making sure that the little ghoul felt good was more important.

<<Maybe I'm using some water ghoul tricks, but who knows…>>

Phantom's moans started getting louder, Rain gave him a little kiss on his cheek whispering a “good boy” in his ear, the other ghouls didn't seem to care.

<<And he hasn't even touched you…>> Mountain noticed as he sank his claws in the soft skin of the little ghoul's ass <<…such an ungrateful little slut>>

<<He's gonna return the favour later, right?>>

Phantom nodded as the water ghoul gently caressed his cheek.

The earth ghoul kept moving him like he was weightless, Phantom rolled his eyes in pleasure. It was perfect, Mountain was really making him feel so nice and filled up, Swiss touching himself as he watched them was surprisingly turning him on, and Rain… well…

Maybe, it was almost perfect.

The two big ghouls felt insanely good, but he suddenly realised that what he actually needed was Rain.

Those sweet words he kept whispering to him, those gentle touches on his body, the way he took care of him without even asking for anything in return…

<<Rain…>> he whispered with his eyes closed <<p-please… I want you… I need you…>>

The door suddenly opened, Dewdrop stopped for a few seconds to look at them.

<<Oh>> he said <<I guess nobody of you knows where is my phone charger, right?>>

The earth ghoul grinned.

<<You know Swiss, I think we should leave these two lovebirds alone>> he said in a teasing voice as Phantom slowly lifted himself from his length to start riding Rain, passionately kissing him while he tenderly held him between his arms.

The fire ghoul blushed, he didn't know why, but he suddenly started getting hard.

Swiss replied with a smirk, he immediately understood the earth ghoul's intentions.

<<You're right Mount, I think we found another little ghoul to ruin>>

They both approached Dewdrop, towering over his figure, making him feel incredibly small. Mountain lifted his head by his chin.

<<Let's see if he can take both of us at the same time…>>

[a-shade-of-blue]

#3 on @/gaza-evacuation-funds vetted list here, #117 on @/gazavetters vetted list, vetted by bilal-salah0, and vetted by association!

$4 763 CAD raised of $80K target! Last donation was 7 hours ago!

Mahmoud has been fundraising since MAY and still he has only reached 6% of campaign goal!!! There are 10 children among his 17 family members in Gaza!

tagging for reach!

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Urgent: Help Mahmoud's 17 Family Members Escape from Frequent Bombings!

Hi everyone. Mahmoud (@mahmoudfamily1) is trying to raise fund to evacuate 17 members of his family (including no fewer than 5 children!), and he has asked me to share his story.

Mahmoud found out the bombing of her sister Tasnim’s husband’s house, the house his entire family was staying at, on the news. He could not contact his family for 3 days after that. He knew that several people had died and several more injured, but he did not know whom among his family survived, and who didn’t.

When he finally managed to reach them, he found out that a close relative, named Alaa, had been killed, along with her children: Ahmed and baby Iman who was not even one month old yet. Alaa was a beloved member of their family. She was optimistic and tried hard to cheer everyone else up. For the longest time, Alaa believed that the world would not turn away from their suffering and the war would end soon. But an airstrike took her and her children’s lives, the bombing continued, and the world remains indifferent.

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Given Tasnim and her 6-month-old daughter’s severe injuries, the family used a lot of money and exhausted all means to get them out of Gaza to receive the essential medical treatment they require. While Tasnim and her youngest daughter managed to evacuate, the rest of Mahmoud’s 17 family members, including Tasnim’s 2-year-old daughter who sustained first degree burns from the bombing, are still trapped in Gaza.

Mahmoud’s 17 family members (including no fewer than 5 children!) risk being killed and injured from the frequent airstrikes every day. They have narrowly escaped death no fewer than 5 times. On 31 August, the IOF dropped bombs on the tent next to theirs, killing 9 young men and women, and Mahmoud’s family woke up to their broken bodies.

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[bpnorthwest]

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[i-like-looking-at-birds]

12. 7. 2024

6:30 - tuna salad (330 ca1s)

8:05 - some lady at work had birthday so i had to eat some dessert (120 ca1s i guess)

12:10 - few bites of pork meat (190 ca1s)

Today i almost bought carrot cake just because it was on discount but then i was like "nah i can't do this" and returned it back on the shelf. Really makes me feel like i won.

18:15 - greek yoghurt with blueberries (120 ca1s)

18:50 - seaweed (3 ca1s)

Bike ride (400 ca1s burned)

Day 9 of chloe ting 2024 weight loss challenge

10,4k steps (370 ca1s burned)

Total cal1s: 763

Net ca1s: -7