#shitty bling

[liminalspacekid08]

[lysergicdaydreamm]

Terrible photo edit of AM backbling because one of my friends thought it’d be funny so I made it

[girlgerard]

gerard aggressively rebutting kerrang’s shitty article about how mcr had ‘lost their flow’ (in wake of g probably saving people’s lives at riot fest) while in blinged-out casino sleaze boydrag complete with a black eye and a john waters pencil stache almost, ALMOST beats the time gerard aggressively protested wwwyf’s rip-off prices/treatment of other artists by spending half their ticket earnings printing fake money (with coordinates leading to a bankruptcy firm) to shoot out of confetti canons and, to really nail in the point, hiring an sfx team to spend 6 hours on a horrifying old-ified boydrag version of THEMSELF in 2004.

my chemical romance is the most important band in the world and i mean this forever.

[deadghosy]

"Have you always been so damn ugly?"

"Hahaha...Fuck you."

PLATONIC ALASTOR X GN!READER

Warning: bit of a small oc.

YOU SIGHED LAYING on your bed tired like always as your counterpart, Neno is beside you purring. His black shadowy body hold you as you face the ceiling. It's not like you are a depressed person who has no social energy battery and stay in your room not wanting to talk to people. Of course you totally aren't like that...

You heard a static noise outside your door, you narrow your eyes seeing a red glow outside your door. "What the fuck..." you say to yourself seeing the glow. Neno opens his white glowing eyes as he lets go of your body and moves swiftly to the door. It seems like he know who it is as you get off your bed and open the door.  And there he is, the radio demon who smiles down at you.

"Why hello my shadowy fellow/madam!" He says entering your room as you tried to protest him entering. "Well this won't do!" He pulls open your curtain windows to let the light in. Neno hisses going into your shadow as your eyebags show. Alastor smiles that shit eating grin as he sits on your bed. "Well? Why don't you sit down my dear friend, we got things to discuss!" You just stand there side eyeing him.

"Have you always been so damn ugly?" Is what you said that came into your mind.

"Hahaha...Fuck you." Alastor says staring at you waving got you to sit with him.

No way in hell are you talking to the radio demon.

—

AND HERE YOU are ranting about how shitty your morning went about how you felt like shit and how you felt no motivation or feelings at all. Alastor just stares and nod with a smile listening to you. You don't even know why you are actually venting to him about. Sometimes with yourself, you have these weird feelings where you can't feel anything but you aren't depressed. You just can't understand some things really.

Alastor stops you from going into deep context as he smiles thinking of something. "Why don't we go for a walk my dear friend!" He says enthusiastic. You just stare at him with a blank stare...."I'm not your frie-" Alastor snaps his fingers as he has you in an outfit that seems a bit old timey. Kinda seems off the way you dressed back in the 2000's but you liked the color palette it has.

Your hair looked better as you smile looking at Neno who gave you a thumbs up with Alastor and his own shadow counterpart. "Okay! Not bad old man." "I am not an old man" he says with a slight twitch in his eye. "Whatever man" you say chuckling softly at him. Next thing you know you go picked up onto alastor's shoulder with a blank confused face as he takes you out your room.

"Now let's go on an adventure. Can't let you rot in your room like some kind of corpse dear!"

—

YOU "WALKED" around pentagram city still on alastor's shoulder as he hums a tune while you just sat there in his shoulder like a little kid leaving sea world/ Disney world with their father.

"Where are we even going Alastor...."

"Somewhere~" he said in a song tune way.

You just sighed as he wasn't even giving you a straight answer. You felt a "bling" in your pocket. That must be your hell phone. You looked at it to see the contact, "BIG BOSS🔥" calling you. You answer him hearing a bunch of quacks and tools hitting the ground.

"Heyyyyy....ducklinggg" you heard Lucifer says awkwardly. "Hello. Sir." You said flatly. Lucifer's silly smile faltered hearing your flat tone as he sighs.

"Listen I'm sorry I didn't order you right the things for you. I was busy." You heard another quack and a squeak.

"Busy making a doll house for your ducks?"

".....low blow but I can send you your favorite pastry!" He says excitedly on his end of the phone.

You stayed quiet this time but smile showing your sharp teeth, "sure man. I'll forgive you." "FANTASTIC! I'll see you in 2 hours!"

"Wait wh-" and the phone hang up.

Why the hell he said he was gonna order them to you, but come in person...

—

NOW YOU WERE confused even more as you reach a part of town you didn't even know. Alastor smiles as you see demons with black eyes like those were cartoons you use to watch back then. But the town seems lovely and lively as you see a person giving out cotton candy.

Your eyes light up, catching the taller male's attention as he smirks turning his walking direction to the cotton candy stand.

"Hello mister, I would like one cotton candy for the little lady/fellow on my beloved shoulder." Alastor said as you felt embarrassed by how some people watched you as you fidget with your fingers. The man nods with a sharp teethed smile and gave Alastor, who gives you your cotton candy.

You smile awkwardly taking the cotton candy from Alastor and ate it. You gotta admit it was tasty as fuck! The candy melted on your tongue and your eyes lit up like shimmering glitter in a summer sun. Alastor smile softly at you and turns to building while you eat. As Alastor enters you heard a ladies voice.

"Yeah, and I would eat my husband too!"

You turn to see a lady who is wearing an old timey fit and she is very tall, slender-built demon with pale gray skin, and a wide mouth full of sharp light pink teeth, black-colored lips and dusty-pink cheeks. Her eyes are pitch-black.

You always liked to look at people sometimes to observe, it's a weird habit of yours at times but you must admit this lady was beautiful.

"Oh Rosie dear!"

"Alastor hon!" The lady says cheery as she walks to Alastor and you. You hopped off of Alastor landing on Neno who held his hand for you to softly get on the ground. The two overlords hug as you finally noticed who she was. She was the one Alastor told you about sometimes.

"Oh and who is this cutie! Aw I could just eat you up!"

"Please don't." You said with an awkward smile as she pinches your cheek like a granny.

She chuckles putting a hand to her face, "oh don't worry, Alastor told me all about you and how such a dearie you are to him at times."

You raised a brow at that. "Really?" You looked at Alastor who seems to be ignoring your gaze as you just scrunched your face up in confusion.

"Why yes! You're the [animal/shadow] demon he was talking about!" She says as she cups her hands in your. Neno watches as he swirls around your body and playful nibbles on Rosie who chuckles. "And this much be your pet!" "Counter part actually.." Rosie had a surprised look as she looks into Neno's eyes which is pure white, opposite from Rosie's own eyes.

"Well isn't that swell..."

(I'm tired so I can't finish the part where you get to hang out with Lucifer again. My head ache and me being drowsy as shit isn't helping. Hope you enjoyed this)

[mispatchedgreens]

shitty college band au? shitty college band au.

bang scream gay, bash bling bae, blah swing slay, but the girls in the city, they look so pretty

[drunk-on-dk]

1-800-CUPID | Boo Seungkwan (m)

Pairing: Boo Seungkwan x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff/Romance, Slice of Life, f2l, Smut (18+ only, Minors DNI)

w/c: ~7.0k words (editing was hard on this, sorry if there are any mistakes)

a/n: Happy Valentine's Day to all you lovely people! This is part of the @svthub The Story of Pink Eros ~ A Valentine’s Day Collab, please go support all the other wonderful writers who have written for this collab as well as eve4ryone in the network. They are all such wonderful, talented people, and I was very excited for my first collab ever!

content warnings below the cut!

c/w: protected sex!; some fluff, some romance, reader is having a tough few weeks and is a bit cynical; teasing; a bit of unrealistic scenarios but it's all for fun; mutual pining; hotline bling boo; (reunited) friends to lovers; some Jun x reader mention, but minor plot; alcohol mentions; explicit smut but relatively vanilla; love-making of sorts; lots of praise and whining; a bit of marking if you squint; please let me know if i'm missing anything big!

Today had to have been a cruel joke on top of your, for lack of better words, already shitty-ass week. Work was more stressful than usual with the end of the year reports still piling on your desk even though it’s already February. The sad part was even if you wanted to cut lose after work, you didn’t have any friendly enough coworkers to grab a drink with and complain about the amount of work you’re drowning in together. Nor did you have any friends who lived close enough to invite out last minute.

The cherry on top was the painful reminder of your lackluster love life upon passing the local flower shop on the way home from yet another late night in the office. You scoffed at the array of gorgeous red-rose bouquets and tacky heart shaped chocolate boxes when you had passed the cute shop. The disdain you felt must have made you black out a bit because, before you knew it, you found yourself in the convenience store a few blocks down with two of your favorite wine bottles in hand.

Thank God it’s Friday, you thought. At least you can unwind tonight.

Coming to reality and humming in approval, you settle on grabbing a pack of your favorite ramen as well, grumbling slightly to yourself before heading to the self-check-out. “Well deserved, right? Who says I can’t enjoy my own presence. I don’t need someone to buy me flowers or chocolate. Wine and ramen will suffice.” 

Sure – maybeyou were being bit cynical, but after the week you had you didn’t care if you were going a bit crazy. It was well justified.

However, the questioning look that the cute old lady gave you in the checkout next to yours did make you feel a bit sheepish, apologizing slightly for your off-putting behavior and giving her a bright smile in return when you politely bid her a good night.

By the time you got home, you were already kicking your heels off your sore feet before you even made it past your apartment door. Quickly making a beeline for the wine opener tucked away in the depths of the kitchen drawers and shedding your work clothes after pouring yourself a hefty glass of wine. Tonight was going to be a movie night you determined, opting to change into your usual movie-watching uniform - everything is oversized and enough to keep you cozy and warm.

Letting out a sigh, you sink into the anticipated comfort of your well-lived-in couch. It was soothing to cozy up with a blanket after a long day, taking a sip of your wine and letting the warm, tingly feeling of the slightly tarte liquid wash over your body.

Even with your pessimistic, slight mental breakdown over the Valentine’s Day gifts earlier, you found yourself pulling up The Notebook. Why the hell not at this point? You sure could use a good cry.

And you sure did have a good cry. About a wine bottle and a half into the movie, the crocodile tears were rolling uncontrollably down your cheeks. To be fair, you never cried this much during an inane romance movie, but this week had you craving affection, like would you ever find the Noah to your Allie? You could really use a good hug right now, at least.

It was almost a sign from the heavens above when a number for the local relationship advice hotline came up as an advertisement on one of your social medias after the movie had ended.

Honestly, your algorithms were getting a little too accurate lately.

However, rather than being freaked out by the oddly direct ad, something possesses you to give the line a call. Maybe it’s the wine, maybe it’s the movie, maybe it’s been your wildly stressful week. Maybe it’s the shitty dating app that somehow always lands you a crap date. But, with your nth bereaved sigh of the day, you slowly tap the 1-800 number into your keypad. It seemed legitimate enough, unlike one of those ‘Find Hot Sexy Singles in Your Area’ sort of advertisements.

1-800-CUPID – a quick tap of the phone button has you dialing the hotline. You almost fly off your couch when the line starts playing an elevator-esque soundtrack rather than the usual ringing sound.

There was time to back out. There is time to hang up the phone. Surely the operator wouldn’t be offended if you just hung up.

Just like that the music cuts out – a cheery voice now introducing themselves on the other line, and much to your dismay you found yourself unable to end the impulsive phone call after somewhat recognizing the voice.

“Hello, you have successfully reached Cupid, the hotline for all your relationship and dating questions. Please note that all calls are recorded and monitored. This is Boo talking, how may I assist you today?”

“Boo?” You mutter out dumbly after a beat goes by. Your mind is racing, becoming a bit dizzy from how hard you’re thinking and the foggy haze of the sweet alcohol, swearing you could identify the voice on the other side of the call.

“Yes, this is Boo!” He chirps. “I am one of the local cupids right in your area. How can I help you?”

There is a slight cadence to his tone that has the lightbulb going off in your head, actually making you jump up from the couch this time, needing to stabilize yourself a bit before talking again.

“Boo?” You almost shriek. “Could this by chance be a Boo Seungkwan I’m speaking to?”

You can hear him hum hesitantly over the speaker, only encouraging you to keep pressing for an answer.

“This is Y/N Y/L/N,” you continue, starting to doubt if you should be sharing this information, but screw it. You swear you hear him gasp in slight recognition, but you continue regardless. “From university? I’m not sure if you’d remember, but you still owe me that drink you promised me on graduation day.”

For a second, you find yourself smiling, reminiscing on your college days, and thinking of the bright boy that you adored so much. Boo Seungkwan had your heart for most of your college years, but you never dared to act upon it. Afterall, he was too busy meddling in other people’s business, including yours. He used to tease you incessantly, poking and prodding at your plans, constantly trying to set you up on blind dates, but never noticing how much you doted over him.

Your heart was pounding at this point, unsure of how you ever lost contact with Seungkwan, and how stupid you’d feel if it wasn’t him.

“Ding ding ding,” he sing-songs. “I remember the drink I owe you. You bet that Kim Mingyu would trip over his own feet during his diploma acceptance and you won.”

You were literally happy dancing, feet quietly shuffling beneath you after receiving confirmation that you were right. You somehow ended up reconnecting with Boo Seungkwan over a damn relationship hotline call.

“Sorry, Y/N, but why’d you call the 1-800-Cupid hotline?”

Shit, you’re faced with reality again, aren’t you? Thanks, Seungkwan.

“Well, Boo,” you teasingly emphasis his call name, but exhale sorrowfully before continuing. “My love life isn’t so great post-undergrad life either. Surprise, surprise.”

“Ah, still prioritizing work just like you did in uni? You know you always worked too hard, but I think that’s why we were two peas-in-a-pod back then.”

A shy smile falls on your features, “maybe, but honestly, I don’t really know why I even called. Just a bit glum about my dating life, and this call was a spur of the moment thing. Speaking of, why are you working for a relationship hotline?”

“It’s a fun side-job,” he simply states, and you can almost imagine the satisfactory purse of his lips and shrug of his shoulders. “Anyways, is there a way that I can assist? Once again, the call is recorded and monitored.”

You let out a bit of a chuckle, “actually, yes, why not? Do you have any suggestions on how I can land myself a valentine this year?”

There is a bit of a flirty lilt to your tone, but, unless he ignores it, it seems to go right over Seungkwan’s head. Shit, maybe you do need dating or relationship advice.

“Well, Y/N, where do we begin? What are your plans for this weekend?”

“I was just going to stay in and – “

“ACK,” he cuts you off before you can finish your sentence. “Wrong answer. First of all, you need to get out and meet new people, make some attempts at flirting. It doesn’t mean you have to go clubbing and all of that, just try getting out to your local coffee shop and making eyes with the cute barista. Second of all,” he huffs slightly before continuing, “put your work down for a night and focus on yourself. Some good self-care can really help more than you’d think. Treat yourself with something good for you. Finally, maintain a positive attitude, don’t be so grouchy about love like I know you are. Go out and after applying those rules, and I’m sure you’ll have someone falling head over heels for you.”

You hum in consideration, taking note of what he said, but not sure how much it all helped. “Thanks, Boo,” you can’t help but tease him. “I’mnot sure how much I can accomplish in a weekend, but I can give it a shot.”

“My pleasure, is there anything else I can assist with? Any other dating questions?”

“I think that is enough for one night, Boo. I’m shocked I even called, but I’m glad it was you somehow.”

The line goes silent for a bit, unsure if you accidentally disconnected, wondering if maybe there was a time limit on the hotline, but then he speaks again.

“I’m glad I could help,” he sighs, but you could almost picture the smile on his face. “Well, this will complete your call with your local cupid, Boo. Have a wonderful evening!”

Just like that the call is over. Part of you feels a bit better, enjoying connecting with an old friend, but also slightly dejected that it was just over a one-time, freak accident call to a love hotline.

This had sent you into an hour long spiral, searching through your phone for his old cell number, but finding that you had lost it upon purchasing a new phone and losing all your backup data. You scoured the internet for his social medias and came across some of his accounts. However, you refrained from reaching out just yet, determining that it may be a little too soon to pounce on the idea of reuniting in person after the hotline call.

However, you did have a new fervor after speaking with Seungkwan. He was right, you really should just get out in the world, take some time with yourself, and drop your glum attitude.

You found yourself doing some self-care the next day, just as he suggested, deciding to take baby steps before you enter the real-world. Really, you took your time, deciding to make a full-course breakfast and finally sitting down to read the book you’ve had on your shelf for month now that you’d been dying to crack open.

You felt a bit rejuvenated after just doing that in the morning. Usually, you’d find yourself pulling out your work laptop, the curse of remote work still haunting you even on the weekends though you didn’t have to put time in during them, you just felt obligated to work.

However, taking the morning for yourself had been nice, and was a good kick-start for a full day of self-care routines. You cleaned up your apartment; washed your bed sheets and pillows; practiced some mindful meditation; and even pampered yourself with an at-home spa treatment.

Truthfully, when you woke up the next day, you were feeling brighter than ever before on a Sunday. For the first time in a while, you took your time getting ready, rather than following your dull work routine, and drove yourself to your local coffee shop.

You had followed Seungkwan’s advice so far, taking on self-care and attempting to go out and meet new people. But, oh how hard it was to stay positive though, especially when the coffee shop was flooded with couples sharing cute, themed drinks and pastries.

You reigned yourself in though, trying not to roll your eyes at the lovely couples, but rather smiling brightly at the admittedly cute, blonde barista behind the register. Allowing your eyes to dart to his name tag, you noted his name was Jun, and he had a couple of endearing moles dotted on his face.

“What can I get for you today?” You can tell he’s a sweetheart just by his tone of voice, and his kindness travels to his eyes.

Hey, maybe Seungkwan’s, AKA Boo from 1-800-Cupid’s, advice would work, maybe you could find yourself a valentine out in the wild like this. Why not flirt it up with the cute barista like he had mentioned?

“Just an iced Americano, please,” you respond politely, gently handing him your card when he gives you your total.

“It’ll be ready in a few minutes,” Jun says with a shy smile, nodding to the corner of the counter where he’ll place your drink once it’s all set. Whilst he prepares your drink, you two continuously make brief eye-contact, each time making Jun’s ears turn a darker hue of red.

Is this flirting? Are you doing a good job at making someone flustered? Uh-oh, maybe you’ll have to buy Seungkwan a drink for giving you helpful advice. You’re not really doing anything out of the ordinary, but he was convincing enough to get you out from under your rock.

Your suspicions are confirmed when Jun hands you your drink, a phone number scribbled on the cardboard sleeve wrapped around the cup with his name.

Oh shoot, he just gave you his number.

He’s quick to turn away, seemingly shy by his bold attempt at giving you his number, but you politely respond with a thank you, acknowledging the number on the cup with a small ‘cheers’ motion.

There is a bit of a pep in your step when you leave the coffee shop, wandering down the block and breathing in the crisp winter air until you find yourself a comfortable park bench.

Mmm, an Americano has never tasted so sweet.

You’re about to enter Jun’s number into your phone to text him until someone jumps in front of you, their shadow blocking the sun from your face and illuminating their figure when you look up at them.

Low and behold, it’s Boo Seungkwan in the flesh, a sun halo surrounding his frame and making the boy look more angelic than you remember him being, his cherubic features lighting up in delight when you finally recognize him.

You’re leaping into his arms at this point, your own arms wrapping around him and almost losing your iced americano in the process.

Apologizing profusely for almost spilling coffee all over him, you excited greet your old friend, “Seungkwan! You’ll never believe how my weekend has gone so far. Or should I say, Boo from 1-800-Cupid, because your advice worked. I was given someone’s number today!”

You can tell Seungkwan is trying to process your excited rambling, shaking his head upon receiving your praise with a pshhh sound escaping his rosebud lips. However, his smile widens once he realizes just how happy you are. “I’m glad to hear it helped, Y/N.”

Once again, there is that silence between you two, the only sound being the swirling wintery wind and the sound of your breath as you calm down from your excitement. Your stomach is doing flips and you swear your entire body has heated up an additional 20 degrees even though you’re drinking an iced americano in cold weather.

Something about Seungkwan still makes your brain and heart short wire even after all these years. You’d like to think that maybe you have a similar effect on him, especially when he seems to attempt to speak, but can’t seem to form a coherent sentence.

Little did you know, Seungkwan was shocked just by how beautiful you were a year or so after graduating. You sounded even more mature than you had been before over the call he had with you, and he could only assume how well time had treated you. He was correct, you were still just as stunning to him, if not, even more than before.

“It’s good to see you in person, Seungkwan,” you finally breathe out, deciding to encourage some sort of conversation rather than staring blankly at each other.

“It’s a bit of an odd coincidence, isn’t it?” He jokes, “Somehow you ended up calling my side-gig, and somehow I’ve ended up walking past you on my way to the shops.”

“Maybe it means we should be friends again?” You nudge him slightly, enjoying the way he leans into you to push you away a bit, a slight blush shading his cheeks when you continue to reminisce on your college years.

Such as that time Vernon spilled his coffee all over the tech room keyboard, earning him a $50 fine to replace the new one after he had spent all his money on new headphones. Or that time that Mingyu fell down a flight of stairs at a frat party, only to pop up after the entire crowd gasped and chug an entire beer. Mingyu and you had kissed that night, which that memory earned a slight roll of the eye and snarl of the lip from Seungkwan.

You two had found yourself in the coffee shop again after Seungkwan had slurped down your americano, even though he had only intended to sample it. Jun was still working the counter and seemed a bit surprised at your reappearance, especially with a new friend this time, but greeted you just as charmingly as earlier.

Seungkwan found himself meddling in whatever you and Jun had going. You begged him not to say anything to the unsuspecting barista, but Boo, AKA Mr. Cupid as you’d like to dotingly refer to him as, couldn’t hold back his attempt to strike the boy with his arrow.

Oddly enough, Seungkwan had somehow landed you a date for tonight with Jun. Unsure on how he could have ever accomplished that, but that was Seungkwan for you.

Admittedly, Seungkwan did it just because you were so cute when you were flustered. It was just like how he’d mess with you in college. He liked the way your cheeks blushed when you were informed that Jun agreed to a date with you. He liked the way that you suddenly got nervous, slightly panicking over what you could possibly wear to a dinner. He really liked the way you pulled him into a tight hug, basking in your warm scent as you nuzzled into him before saying goodbye.

Of course, you two exchanged numbers again, letting him know that you had lost his, but you’d like to catch up some more. Seungkwan obliged, hoping you’d ask to do so, and that maybe he could buy you that drink he owed you. However, you insisted you now owed him a drink after successfully landing you a date around Valentine’s Day.

Seungkwan wouldn’t admit it, but he could feel his heart strings pull at the thought of you going on this date. It was unfair to him how he suddenly had you back in his life, but here he is, self-sabotaging, and encouraging you to take a path in your love life that does not lead you back to him.

He sighs dejectedly as he watches you walk away, that bright smile of yours burning into his memory as you turn around to wave him one last goodbye, shouting out a “no good luck?” and only turning back around once Seungkwan lets you know to “break a leg, you’ll need it.”

Seungkwan’s heart broke a little more when he didn’t hear from you that night. He assumed the date went well, and that his job here was done. Maybe he finally had a successful intervention in your love life, even though he didn’t have the guts to approach you himself. Maybe he was just projecting onto you, he should really take his own advice sometime.

Interestingly, you had texted Seungkwan the next day with no mention of the date. He tried to ask about it, but you didn’t spill any details.

Honestly, you were a bit embarrassed. Jun and you quickly realized you were not at all compatible romantic relationship-wise, and he kept making comments about how close you and Seungkwan seemed, no matter how much you insisted that this was the first time you’d seen him in a while.

Jun had given you a dubious look, sighing and offering some of his own advice. “How about rather than meeting new people, maybe you should focus on rekindling what you already clearly have.”

Jun’s words stuck with you; the date had gone well, but not romantically. He was a great guy, but he was right. You could not get Seungkwan out of your head, and everything in you was refraining from typing up a long-winded paragraph to the boy you had just reunited with, confessing your everlasting feelings that just can’t seem to be shaken off.

Cupid got you good. However, it seems as if his arrow misfired and hit you, inevitably making you fall deeper for Mr. Cupid himself.

Seungkwan couldn’t shake the aching feeling, he was anxiety ridden about your date, constantly asking if you’ve seen Jun again, or begging you to let him know if it went well.

God, Seungkwan thought, maybe he was a bit too powerful in his meddling after all.  

It had been a week since your first date with Jun. Jun was right, you shouldn’t be meeting new people, not when you had Seungkwan back in your reach.

It was another horrible week at work and Valentine’s Day was approaching. However, this week when you saw the Valentine’s gifts on your walk home, part of you yearned to receive them. No longer scoffing at the chocolate and flower arrangements, but now dreaming of receiving them from you-know-who.

Seungkwan was also driven a bit mad. Growing increasingly infuriated at your lack of information, especially since he had helped you land the date in the first place. Especially not because it was internally making his heart shrivel with each passing day. Nope, he refused to admit the continuous ping of his heart with each text message he received from you.

 Seungkwan (Boo AKA Mr. Cupid): earth to Y/N? any updates? V-day is coming up and I need to know if I’ve done my job

Y/N : no details that are of any interest to you!!!

Seungkwan (Boo AKA Mr. Cupid): umm hello? they are all of interest to me

Y/N: now why would that be?

Seungkwan almost believes he is caught red-handed until his phone pings with another message from you.

Y/N: What about that drink you owe me? Maybe I can fill you in then

Seungkwan (Boo AKA Mr. Cupid): Deal… meet me at Barry’s Bar at 7 pm and I’ll get you that drink in exchange for an update

Y/N: see you then!! no promises though! This is a drink from an old bet, there is no obligation to update you on my dating status

Seungkwan scoffs, but he’s always loved the banter that came naturally between you two. Even though he knows it will be like pulling teeth to get any information from you, Seungkwan is still looking forward to getting drinks with you, finally having the opportunity to spend time with you in person again.

Seungkwan doesn’t know it, but you make the extra effort tonight. You go through all your self-care steps before catching a cab to Barry’s Bar, even going as far to spray your special perfume before heading out.

You don’t’ know it, but Seungkwan’s breath catches in his chest when you arrive. Did you just get more beautiful every time he saw you? Did you have a glow because you were dating Jun?

Seungkwan is quick to buy you your first drink, clinking your two beer bottles together in a toast.

“Cheers to Mingyu tripping and falling at commencement!” You joke before taking a sip, almost getting sprayed by Seungkwan who had already taken his own sip and choking down his laughter and drink.

Once he settles, he almost curses you out for saying such a thing when he had already taken a drink. You chuckle almost maniacally, loving the rise you get out of him from embarrassing him slightly, finding it endearing how his lips purse to hide his impending smile, and noting the way his cheekbones rise even higher from holding back more laugher. Fuck – he’s cute.

Everything is so natural between you two, you quickly notice after a couple of more drinks. Seungkwan refuses to let you pay for any, especially when you finally drunkenly admit that there is nothing between you and Jun.

You almost swear he seems relieved when you dish the news, noting the way his tense shoulders relax and how one side of his lips quirk upwards. His reaction deserves a teasing smack to the arm, earning a pathetic whine from you as the thought of Jun possibly reading the situation incorrectly may land you back in no-love-life-ville. Seungkwan not reciprocating your feelings floods your mind and sends you into a considerable twist of emotions.

Seungkwan isn’t sure what to do when suddenly you’re tearing up. He swears you haven’t drunk that much, nor did he think Jun mattered all that much to you.

“What’s wrong?” He’s quick to soften, fingers instinctively reaching out to brush away the tears staining your cheek, and eyes darting around to make sure there are no concerned on-lookers. “What happened, Y/N?”

It doesn’t go unnoticed how you lean into Seungkwan’s hand, the palm of his hand burning up as you press your soft cheek further into his touch. It makes Seungkwan’s heart skip yet another beat.

“Could you please not meddle with my love life anymore? I know it was my fault calling that hotline, but I didn’t think it would have been you. Can you not do what you did in university? Just please stay out of it?”

“Of course, is there anything I can do though otherwise?” His voice is quiet, almost hard to hear if it wasn’t for the fact that he was slowly leaning closer towards you from where he’s sat on his own barstool.

“Can you just give me a hug?”

Seungkwan is quick to pull you into his embrace, gentle hand brushing through your hair as he soothes you. He’s not sure where this is all coming from still, but he doesn’t have it in him to banter with you, especially when you just started crying in a public place.

“Anything else, Y/N?”

You’re deciding to be bold, attempting to test the waters even though you fumbled the bag a bit. Really, you wanted to confess that you couldn’t date Jun because you’ve come to about your feelings about Seungkwan, but you broke down before you could even mutter a confession.  You sniffle, pulling back from the boy and emboldening yourself, “could you come home with me?”

Seungkwan almost chokes but refrains from questioning your intentions. He doesn’t want to assume anything, but his heart quickens even faster than the rate it’s been at all night with you.

Once again, when Seungkwan fails to speak, you speak up again. “I don’t feel like drinking much more. Just for comfort? It’s been another long week and I just need a friend.”

Seungkwan almost feels disappointed at the word friend, but he could never reject you, even if it meant you two were forever on ‘friend’ terms. “Of course, let’s go, Y/N.”

Seungkwan takes you home safely, offering his shoulder to lean on throughout the cab ride home. His thumb rubs comforting circles into your thigh the entire way, which is enough to make heat pool in your belly, but you try to suppress it.

The tension is thick when you two enter the elevator, neither of you know how to decipher it, but something has clearly changed. Seungkwan’s hand never leaves your waist, thumb still rubbing your body soothingly, but you assume it’s more of a protective thing rather than an advance on you.

Of course, he is painfully respectful. He patiently waits for you to shower, setting up camp on your couch and flipping on whatever show is on TV. For now, you find refuge in the shower, trying to cool yourself down and get your head on straight.

Seungkwan bites his lip when you pass by in a towel, a shy look on your face when you notice he’s caught you. You change into your normal pajamas, grabbing him a loose t-shirt and sweatpants, and deciding to continue your emboldened actions.

Maintain a positive attitude, like he once said. Stop crying and wallowing in self-pity and get your act together.

You plop down awkwardly next to him on the couch with the folded clothes, only to turn and present them to him with a question. “Stay the night? Maybe we can share the bed like we did in college a few times when we’d all pile into one dorm room after a night of drinking?”

You try to make it sound innocent, but you yearn for his touch.

Your heart almost flips when he wordlessly agrees, grabbing the clothes out of your hand and letting you know he’s going to change.

Once Seungkwan has changed, you can’t help but giggle at the clothes on him. Your ratty t-shirt looks awfully cute as he models it for you, claiming “it’s the softest thing I’ve ever put on,” when you let him know he looks ridiculous.

 Seungkwan pulls you into a bear hug when you continue to tease him, tugging you into an endearing embrace as you two giggle in unison.

It’s all too cute for you and it has you pulling away to prevent yourself from cracking again. Seungkwan seems to feel the same, clearing his throat before releasing you, and awkwardly peering at the ground beneath his feet.

“I’m pretty tired, I don’t know about you,” you fake yawn in between your words, “but I’m ready to go to bed.”

“Of course,” Seungkwan agrees, nodding promptly and following you to your room. “I’m pretty tired too.”

You slowly pull your sheets up, slipping beneath the warm comforter and looking at him expectantly.

“Are you sure you want me to sleep in your bed?”

“Why not? For old-time’s sake.”

Seungkwan nods again, seeming to be in deep thought as he slowly joins you under the covers, repeating what you had already said, “for old-time’s sake.”

Once again, it is all too natural the way his body finds yours, pulling you experimentally against his body. He’s so soft and so warm, and your skin is littered with goosebump with each warm breath of his against the shell of your ear.

You’re not sure if you can fall asleep, but you find yourself dozing off into the best rest you’ve had in weeks. With Seungkwan you’re not as stressed, he’s always had that effect on you even if he pushes your buttons and is a bit too nosy.

Maybe it was a bad decision inviting him into your bed because you only dream more about what you two could be, the damn cupid character haunting you even in your dreams.

When you wake up the next morning, you’re still wrapped tightly in Seungkwan’s arms, his rhythmic breathing continuing to send shivers throughout your entire body. Carefully, you shift in his hold, coming face to face with the boy you yearn so badly for.

You take him the soft swell of his cheeks, his adorable nose that you just so badly want to poke, and all the way to his plush lips - that if you so slightly leaned in closer, you could peck with your own.

You quietly gasp when Seungkwan’s eyes flutter open, crumbling in his grasp slightly as he groans before covering his face.

“Y/N,” he whines, and you can tell he’s pouting beneath his hand, “don’t look at me like that. Not this early in the morning.”

He’s peeking through his fingers at you now, noticing how your eyebrows raise questionably, but you opt to tease him, “are you being shy, Seungkwan? I didn’t expect Boo would be so shy in the morning.”

You poke at his sides, attempting to tickle him and continuing to tantalize the poor boy who’s wrapped up in your sheets with you, “what would 1-800-Cupid Boo offer as advice to someone so shy?”

Seungkwan irrevocably fights back, pinning your arms on each side of your body, feeling way more intimate than usual because of your proximity and setting.

Shit, there is that silence as you stare at each other again, but you could swear you could hear the pounding of your heart in your ears.

With that, you’re craning your neck up and crashing your lips against his. Fuck it – his lips feel all too perfect against yours, the buds molding together as he reciprocates just as much hunger and desire.

You should have known Seungkwan would be a whiney lover, shivers running down your spine as he moans into your mouth. You can’t stop yourself from bucking your hips up towards him, brushing your pelvis against the hardening bulge contained in his sweatpants as he becomes even whinier when you pull your lips away from his.

“Any advice, Boo? Anything you’d share on the 1-800-Cupid hotline?” You’re teasing him even though he has the upper hand, body steady over yours as he tries to chase your lips.

Seungkwan groans, growing old of your teasing and getting even more turned on by the second. “Shut up, you smartass. Just kiss me again, don’t ruin the moment.”

With that, you’re smiling and allowing him to reattach his lips to yours, granting him entry when he licks and nibbles at your bottom lip. You’re both whining messes, pathetic sounds being exchanged when Seungkwan grinds down after shifting his weight between your legs.

He’s already so needy, even when you two still have layers separating your most intimate parts. His grinds down so desperately against your clothed core, but you can already feel the heat building between you two as he continues to fight your tongue for dominance. You can feel how hard he is; you’re amazed how fast he was turned on just from an attempted tickle fight turned sexual.

You break your lips away from his once again, giving him access to the expanse of your décolletage when one hand keeps a single arm of yours pinned down, whilst the other travels to cup behind your neck, only encouraging you to reveal the delicate skin to him.

You let out a soft gasp when his teeth nip right below your ear, hand gripping the side of your neck even tighter. His lips are so warm and soft on your skin, you find yourself in a dizzy haze when he slowly starts undressing you.

Before you know it, you’re stripped down for him, delicate lips trailing all over your body as he hums and sighs in approval, removing his own clothes as well.

“Kwan, how are you already so hard?” You purr, your small hand wrapping around his brooding cock whilst he remains situated between your legs, making him shiver when your thumb trails over the tip and spreads his pre-cum further down the shaft. “Is this all for me?”

He whimpers as you continue to work at his shaft tantalizingly slow, bending over to now spread kisses from your collarbone down to your perk nipples. He has barely spoken, only humming ‘yes’ in response whilst suckling at your nipples. The feeling is so euphoric how slow and gentle he’s being with you, but you already need more.

He’s surely leaving bruised marks over the expanse of your chest. He seems lost in the valley of your breasts until your hand starts working a little faster, making him buck into your fist and let out a desperate sigh.

Seungkwan’s hands travel down your bare body, eyes scanning every part of your skin slowly and almost as if he is memorizing all the curves and little bumps along the way. You’d feel a little sheepish if it wasn’t for his constant praise.

“So pretty,” he hums, jerking into your touch and almost lost in the pleasure until he lets out a loud cry. “So perfect, but please stop touching me, baby. You’re going to drive me crazy.”

You oblige, but only because his eyes pour into yours, silently begging you to let him last. You’d like to see him beg, but that is for another day.

He’s kneeling between your legs now, fingers experimentally trailing between your thighs until they land at your core. You can see him shiver when you immediately react, especially when it’s very clear how wet you’ve become from your prolonged foreplay.

“So, so pretty,” he moans, replacing his fingers with the tip of his cock, seemingly using all his self-restraint before he asks you his next question. “Do you have a condom, baby?”

You nod desperately, pathetically sighing when he pulls his tip away from your center, “in the top drawer. Please, Kwan, I need you now.”

He’s quick to pull the condom on, rolling the latex onto his shaft before finding his home between your legs yet again. He takes his time, running the bright red tip leisurely between your folds and spreading your wetness. Without warning, he lines back up with your core, sinking right in between your walls as if they were made perfectly for him.

Moaning in unison, Seungkwan’s body weight falls onto yours as he bottoms out, lips passionately finding yours to pull you into another heated kiss. You’re swallowing each other’s noises, breathing and heart rate becoming one as you soak each other in.

You need more, so you start to grind up into him, taking his perfectly sized cock even deeper. Seungkwan’s pulls away, leaving you both gasping as he pulls out just to snap his hips right back, drilling his length even deeper into you.

Everything had been so slow up until now, but Seungkwan’s quick to find his rhythm, hammering his cock between your walls with each harsh roll of his hips. The pleasure has you screaming, hands running up his shoulder blades to find purchase in his bedhead.

“Fuck, Kwan,” you cry out, “you feel so good.”

There’s a whirring sound, a grumbling coming from his chest as he agrees with you. It’s incredibly hot, especially when his voice still sounds whiney as he reciprocates the praise. “You feel so good, baby. You’re so warm and tight.”

You’re lost in each other, the sound of wet skin slapping against each other becoming drowned out by your whimpers and cries. His hands are warm around the nape of your neck, addicted to pulling you into desperate kisses as he continues to be sucked in between your folds, pussy clamping even tighter around his length with each direct hit to your sex.

You don’t want it to end, but you feel the tidal wave beginning to wash over you. Seungkwan can tell by the way your body begins to go limp, one leg hooking around his waist to keep him deep inside of you.

“Finish with me, Kwan. Please.” You mumble against his lips, hands grabbing at his shoulders as you try to keep your orgasm at bay.

“C’mon, baby,” Seungkwan coaxes, another accurate and deep roll of his hips pushing you both over the edge, the tidal wave of both your orgasms hitting you like a tsunami. “That’s it, come with me.”

Just like that, your both writhing and shaking in pleasure, back arching up to press your chest even tighter against his as your bodies and lips continue to mold. You can feel the throb of Seungkwan’s cock inside you, milking both of your orgasms until he reluctantly pulls out, body falling flat besides you as you both let out a sigh of delight.

“Good job, Cupid,” you sigh dreamily, rolling over to drink in his blushed features. “Was this your plan all along?”

Seungkwan lets out a joyous laugh, drawing you into a sweet kiss before ensuring you’re sated, absolutely prioritizing taking the upmost care of you after having you so early in the morning.

Maybe Valentine’s Day isn’t so bad after all. Maybe you really did want those chocolates and flowers in the window display. Maybe all it took was for Boo Seungkwan to meddle in your love life even after college for you to realize your life wasn’t so lackluster in love.

You’ve never felt more loved than when Seungkwan showed up at your door on Valentine’s Day, bouquet and chocolates balanced precariously in one hand, only to reveal what his other hand hid behind his back. A convenience store bag containing ramen and wine.

Life, adulting, and Valentine’s Day didn’t seem all too bitter with your own cupid back in it. Maybe, just maybe, you’d recommend the 1-800-Cupid hotline to those looking for some meddling in their love life.

[arachnostalgiac]

warframe something something

Awakening/Vor’s Prize:  You’re a Tenno and you wield a Waframe.  Don’t know what those words mean, that’s great, you won’t for like a billion quests.  Some guy puts bad bling on you.  You meet your new mom and your new son.  Get ready to learn a lot of vocabulary words.

Saya’s Vigil:  oh boy your husband sounds great i bet he’s not just like.  fifty feet away from you or anything.

Vow Solaris:  AND WE ALL LIFT.  AND WE’RE ALL ADRIFT TOGETHER, TOGETHER.

Once Awake:  You aren’t alone.  There’s bugs.

The Archwing:  What the fuck is Tellurium

Stolen Dreams:  You will hear more vocabulary words.  No one knows how they’re pronounced, not even the voice actors, this is fine.

The New Strange:  cephalon simaris is a little jerk who doesn’t understand personal space and tried to steal my son

Natah:  get ready to meet your new shitty grandpa.  also, learn about your mom.  your weird uncle is here, too.

The Second Dream:  congratulations, you are a haunted child.  the grandchild your grandpa likes better shows up.  more mom lore.  suddenly, the moon.

The War Within:  weird uncle lore.  you may be wondering ‘how bad could the orokin be’.  well.  i have good news.  be prepared to find out.  also, there’s a worm.  there’s a couple worms.

Chains of Harrow:  it’s time to meet your creepypasta-est brother.  also uh.  maybe learn that your original mom wasn’t the best sometimes.

Apostasy Prologue:  meet your shitty stepdad.  welcome to a momless existence.

The Sacrifice:  well we’re a good ways in and it’s finally time to learn what a warframe is.  the answer:  creepy and wet.  a cool guy is here, but watch out for evil stepdad and evil mom.

Prelude to War:  huh.  that can’t be good.  also there’s a shitty uncle too.

The New War:  oh boy this one’s a lot.  two of them.  your son gets a body.  get ready to play a different game for a while and also.  be sad about songs.  beat up your stepdad.  there’s a snake.  the space devil’s here.

Angels of the Zariman:  remember where you met the space devil?  it’s haunted.

Veilbreaker:  MY BOY.

[savorypink]

mickey i have a rather unusual request to make lol my birthday is coming up (it's this friday - very insightful to be born on women's day) and i know i'm going to have a shitty day because i'm going to work all day and i still have to go to uni at night 💀

anyway, i just know that one of the only things that can improve my day is a blurb of al and bling fucking on his motorcycle because they never did it yet (since sweetener is in the late sias era, my dream is to fuck with him on top of that motorcycle) 🥺

happy birthday anon! 🎂💗

the tune of your boots clicking against the asphalt is harmonious. you purposefully elongate the melody, knowing your lover is in earshot to savor each sound as he watches you approach, almost in a dream-like trance. your hips sway like a metronome, the curve-hugging leather of your mini-skirt quietly rustling as you exit the gas station store, a slushie keeping your hand and mouth occupied.

the details of your figure are prominent beneath the leather of your jacket, the silver zipper of your all-black getup glistening under the gas station's lights. your aura dizzies his head; it almost doesn't seem real, even as you stand beside him.

you slurp away at your drink with your head on alex's shoulder, a tender gesture that reminds him that you are—in fact—real. he finishes his cigarette with a long drag before tossing it to the ground and crushing it beneath his boot. alex rests his head against your own, your warmth and the fruity scent of your shampoo are familiar comforts—all real comforts.

"where to next?" you ask.

"wherever you wanna go." he kisses your head, allowing his arm to snake around your middle.

you set your drink on the ground before walking towards the bike. "take me home then." you shove your icy hands into your pocket. "it's freezing."

"you don't think your outfit is to blame for that?" alex grins.

"i was dressing for the occasion," you chuckle, cupping his warm face in your cold hands. your thumbs graze his pale cheeks as color begins to fill them. "don't act like you don't love it."

"oh, i do." he muses, placing both hands on either side of your hips. "i don't have to act either."

"then don't. show me."

alex's fingers linger along your hips before he sits on the motorcycle again, patting the space he made available for you to sit in front of him. once you straddle the bike, you're surprised your skin could get any colder than it is now, your bare skin freezing against the leather saddle. alex sweeps you into a restless kiss when you connect with the seat; the sweet and slightly tart flavor of the cherry slushie you drank suddenly becomes more indulgent when stuck to your tongue. hooking your fingers in the loops of his jeans, you yank him closer, letting his tongue dwell deeper into your mouth, emitting a hungry groan out of his throat.

his hands need to figure out where to begin, and having you seated on the bike doesn't allow much, either. alex fumbles with the zipper of your jacket, breaking the kiss once it's unzipped and your bare chest is in view, your body jewelry shimmering in the moonlight. his kisses are rough along your neck as he kneads your breasts, gently tugging and twisting your piercings.

you moan as you grind your hips into the seat while his hands work you, digging your manicured nails into his leather-clad shoulder, surely leaving marks in his jacket. Alex pulls your skirt up and grins as you shudder, your unclothed core gushing underneath the frigid air.

"no wonder you're cold." he turns on the gopro mounted in the center of the bike's handlebars. "i ought to spank you for that."

he'll save that for the next video.

you dip backward to rest against the cool metal of the gas tank, holding both handlebars to steady yourself. you hiss as alex slides two cold digits into your wet, warm walls, gripping the handles tighter as his nimble fingers pump in and out of you in a delightful rhythm. his thumb flicks at your clit while his fingers continue thrusting; your hips hover over the seat as your bliss intensifies.

your slick dribbles onto the leather of the bike's seat as you needily roll your hips against his fingers, entirely at his mercy. His fingers come out of you with a squelch, and you whine, continuing to roll your hips against the chilly air; you want something.

the clanking of his belt coming undone makes your cunt swell as he teasingly drags the tip of cock between your soaked, warm folds. your grip on the handles becomes vicious as his cock finally slips inside your aching walls, your toes curling in bliss beneath the sole of your boots. your moans and alex's rapid pants are visible in cloudy puffs in the night sky as his hips collide with yours over and over, your breasts bouncing softly with each delicious snap of his hips.

the humming of cars on the side of the road sends your heart into rapid spasms, the headlights of vehicles visible in tiny, glossy specks of your blurred vision. you break into a warm sweat, and your hands grow clammy as alex's thrusts get more desperate and deeper, the coarse hair lying above his cock drumming against your clit, sending small, lovely buzzes throughout the sensitive bud. alex's hands grip either side of your hips, almost hard enough to bruise the silky skin.

"there's no way we're allowed at this gas station anymore," he chuckles. one of his hands leaves your hips to point to the security camera hoisted above the parking lot's brick wall. "look."

as you rise to glimpse at the camera behind you, alex hauls you into his lap, his hands cupping your ass before giving the flesh a harsh spank.

"let's give 'em a show, pretty girl."

your arms snake around his neck as he guides your hips up and down his cock, a familiar warmth brewing in your belly as his tip slams against your g-spot repeatedly. his nails begin to dig into the skin of your hips when you feel his cock spasm inside you, hot droplets of his forthcoming release spilling onto the seat. you harshly bite marks into his neck as your walls close around him for the final time. alex follows in your tracks, holding your hips in place as he spills inside you, your once-frozen body now hot with sweat and the warm, stickiness of his release fuzzing your pounding chest.

as alex pants away in your ear, you notice a figure slowly making its way toward the both of you. you recognize their clothing, the red and yellow colors of the gas station's logo printed along the collar of their shirt. also, are they holding a broom? you tap on alex's shoulders as the figure becomes clearer, swiftly zipping your jacket and hoping your boyfriend sees the growing panic in your eyes.

you feel the bike tilt as alex kicks up the bike stand, the feeling of angry eyes seeping into his sweaty back and his brain finally picking up on your nervous movements. he turns the keys in the ignition, roaring the engine as you two make it out of the parking lot by the skin of your teeth.

your panic washes away in turn of relief as the large wheels of the bike ride smoothly against the road. You smile to yourself and kiss alex’s cheek, your brows raising when you remember that you may be forgetting something.

"wait! my slushie!"

[vivalgi]

Almost forgot this month's Choices Insiders due to my lack of interest in the app that's taken me over again lately.

If anyone's wondering then here's what I wrote in the monthly questionnaire:

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Of course we're getting new skill set and weapons because the ones we already have aren't underutilized enough:

The lead writer Emi also has a twitter thread about the series.

Let's be honest, the real reason why we're getting new skills is because PB really wants us to spend them diamonds on new bling. Fine, money has to come from somewhere, though I'm not really thrilled about it. I even pointed it out in my book 2 review:

--- "Our artists have also been hard at work..." Oh, screw you, PB! It's just some quick sketches for the ignorant masses. The real stuff was definitely baked in the AI oven. I've already seen - the new CGs, outfits and characters were all done with the help of image generators. Also, not a fan of that mini hitler blocking Nia's spotlight.

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Did PB even let us send questions this time? I usually check Instagram daily and was looking forward to send another set of questions PB will never answer but I swear I didn't see one in the story feed. Regarding the replies, I don't get why PB doesn't want to spread out its release schedule on other week days. Each book would more attention that way.

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The only one here I'm really looking forward to is Blades 3. I'm dreading what PB has planned for the wedding stuff in COP3 as PB has a really shitty track record with GOC characters. I just want to solve the father's murder and I'm already imagining a head canon about divorcing from Trystan 2 months after the wedding and starting dating Ruby instead.

Even though Bitten is a supernatural story with two LIs, it's still gender locked for some weird reason, so it's a no from me. I simply can't play with those ugly ass new female MCs and they're too much boring work to fix. The other two new titles Inheritance and Years Apart sound like boring Hallmark fillers🥱

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Funny thing is that in the FAQ PB already said Blades 3 wide release would be in November so why put the ambiguous "fall" here:

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It's sad to see Choices in such a miserable state and its new sugar daddy's murky background doesn't instill confidence either and it's all affecting my motivation to deal with the game at this point. I'm more excited about Candlelight's project but that one takes time make.

[mushimatsu]

i think osomatsu if he had a phone doesn’t have a phone case. he did crack the screen. and/or he has a shitty broken ass screen protector that choromatsu made him put on there.

karamatsu has a phone case that is blinged the fuck outttttt it looks like this excuse the bad pic this is one of my old phone cases but i know in my heart this is true.

choromatsu has a phone case it’s one of those drop proof otter box cases. it’s like clear and shit it’s not decorative it’s fine.

ichimatsu wants one of those giant phone cases that’s shaped like a cat. like this

but he doesn’t have this. he’s shy. NOBODY can know he wants this. so instead he has some shitty phone case he got at the convenience store. it does not offer much protection

jyushi Needs to have a top notch drop proof phone case he is dropping that shit everywhere. he has the big chunky kind. todomatsu made him get one bc he knowssss he would destroy his phone without it. it’s like waterproof and shit too

todomatsu has a cutesy one i KNOW we see a bare ass white phone in the show but i think he should have a cutesy one also. maybe.

[nancydrewwouldnever]

You know what?

Any other woman and this fandom would have discussed this for months. Now it’s always an instant eye roll and we try to sweep it under the rug as fast as possible. I love that a good chunk of this fandom refuses to give free press to shitty people.

Anyways…. can’t wait to see what Pedro wears for the Critics Choice Awards tonight!

What's the old saying about stupid games and stupid prizes? Apply it here.

I want to see an accessorized shoulder sling tonight! Come on, Pedro, bling it out!

[theoriginalmarke]

SATURDAY SALUTATIONS

Yesterday was so exciting we had a parade to commemorate it. I noticed a classic pickup going by the house in the late afternoon. And then a cool looking car. And then another, and another and...

It went on and on, there was somewhere between 50 and 100 of them. Everything from 1930s Ford hot rods to 1960s pony cars. There were a few modern blinged out pickup trucks and quite a few classic trucks too.

We must have had a car show in our "downtown" area that I didn't know about. Dammit.

I hope y'all are recovering okay from the Crowdstrike Global Blue Screen of Death Software Patch IT Outage. At the moment, Crowdstrike stock is down eleven percent if you were curious.

Just think what those with malicious intent could do to our infrastructure. Or an EMP (electromagnetic pulse), either natural or manmade. Scary stuff.

The neighbor took her mama dog and four remaining puppies to the Humane Society yesterday so I don't have puppers to play with anymore. Then again, I won't have to clean up their poop from my yard either.

I hope she cleans the poop in her yard soon, it's really stinky out there. Especially with the heat.

Well. This post took a shitty turn, didn't it? Everything from parades to poop, you never can tell where this blog may go. Speaking of, I think it is time for this blog to get going.

I love you, baby. I can't wait to parade around with you again. MWAH!

Y'all have a great weekend.

[corvidous]

WOE, BATTLEMECHS BE UPON YE

I finally finished the last of the inner sphere mechs from the Alpha Strike box! (Plus a Trebuchet I bought)

Three for my mercs, a wraith from Warrior House Hiritsu, and an Atlas that does numbers in the Solaris arenas

This is my second Locust, you've basically gotta have two of the lil guys, they get lonely.

Phoenix Hawk, I've heard they make good Scout Lance leaders, but I'm still not a huge fan of the design, looks too Gundam-y for my taste.

Now HERE is a good good boy! I LOVE the Trebuchet. "How many LRMs can we fit on a Medium mech? Good, do that!"

Then we've got the wraith, another design I'm not a fan of, so instead of being used by my mercs it's been painted up in a tiger stripe scheme that I'm claiming means Capellan Warrior House Hiritsu, which in lore does have some wraiths and was at one point based on a world called "Tigress."

And then. The BIG BOY himself, arguably the face of the whole franchise: an Atlas. Far too grand for my shitty mercenary company, I went all out and blinged him up to suit a Solaris Arena Jock!

Whew! It took me a while but I think I need one single mech to round it all out and call it done for the moment. We shall see! Onward to glory, mechwarriors!!

[hxhhasmysoul]

How do you think female yuji, megumi, and good would be?

So I'll make a few assumptions while answering this ask. First is that the third character you mean is Gojou. The second is that you're asking what if these 3 characters had the female sex and female gender. I hope I'm not missing the point of your ask XD

Gojou

She'd be a rich spoilt princess, the same as the canon Gojou is. Tight designer clothes and long nails. She'd do even less work if that's possible and really work hard to protect the nails with infinity. And she'd wear strong makeup so she'd look very fuck tradition even if put into a kimono.

I think fake boobs, maybe a fake ass if that'd be fashionable among the rich at that point in time. I mean she'd be tall and flat, with no hip.

Just like canon Gojou, she'd be a virgin. Just like him, she'd tell herself it was her choice, that it's not because she's a femcel. But the truth would be she'd look down on everyone, treat them to her shitty personality and make herself lonely.

She'd steal more clothes from Nobara, than just the skirt, to look more youthful and hip. After all, Nobara is likely very on trend. And of course stretch them. And never pay Nobara back. Nobara would despise her.

Megumi

So Megumi has this thing where he kinda wants to fit into societal norms, for a reader and a "thinker" he's very complacent. Like all his thinking led him to believe that society as it is now, has reached an acceptable equilibrium.

As a girl, Megumi would likely wear clothes that clearly slant feminine. But she'd be the same as canon Megumi in trying to communicate that she listens to the better kind of music than you do and reads only high brow literature. The hair could be the same, though I can see her having two braids.

She'd be tall and skinny and very happy with that, because that'd really fit with her sad, intellectual, introverted girly aesthetic.

And she'd wear dark nailpo, short nails because clearly lesbian, and winged eyeliner, and piercings, all the things that we all know canon Megumi should be wearing but is too chicken to.

Yuuji

She'd look exactly the same way as canon Yuuji. Cute undercut, maybe Nobara would convince her to wear a headband. And Nobara would do her make up and nail polish. I think anime characters on the nails and stickers on the face.

She'd be built like a female MMA fighter, absolutely stunning.

She'd wear hoodies and oversized t-shirts paired with gym trousers, shorts or baggy jeans. But also these kinda sporty dresses, ones that often have hoods and these big pockets. Her uniform might be something like that plus some socks over the knee.

She'd have a bag/backpack with anime characters, a cute phone case and phone bling. Stuff that canon Yuuji honestly should have, same with the nailpo and stickers.

[mwagneto]

why has spotify song radio been so shitty these past few days like what about me picking moon love by glenn miller (1939) says i want hotline bling by billie eilish as the next song

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Ranking Magnificent Century (Kösem) Wedding Dress

Welcome to Another Frivolous Post About Magnificent Century, from yours truly Minette! This time about... Well, you've read the title. Really, if you accept the show's highly anachronistic aesthetic, there aren't that many outright bad dresses in either show; most of them range from decent to absolutely stunning. The functionality isn't always so great, for example the show always goes so hard for bling in every situation it's not always easy for it to convey unusual splendor in terms of, like, dresses for special occasions and so on. With that said, most wedding dresses do a good job of standing out from the rest of the woman's wardrobe. Either way, I am going to exclude people who just put on their regular dress, like Fatma sultan, as well as Armin and Huricihan, for whom I couldn't find any good pictures (and in any case, Armin would be excused on account of just being poorer than the rest of the brides, or placed near the bottom for the awful dress that also has the audacity to be white).

RANKING PROPER

18. Hürrem

Yeah, sorry to all of the fans out there, this one is actually kinda awful. The show absolutely loves its wacky headdresses, and this is one of the undoubtedly worst ones. It has been dubbed "Micky Mouse ears" by my sister, and you can absolutely see why. The dress at least is merely boring instead of actively offensive to one's sight. Like, seriously, is there literally any difference between what the great Hürrem sultan put on for her wedding night and just... What she always wears?! Disgrace, I tell ya.

17. Akile (wedding night)

I might be more generous towards these if we saw them for more than five seconds and had any idea what they were going for. Like, from afar they almost look like a wedding nightgown similar to the one Mihrimah wears, except Mihrimah wears it in her own bedroom and doesn't have to move trough any corridors in it (as far as we can), and also the golden belt, styled hair and headdress make it seem like these are actual, proper dress??? Either way, decent nightgown, shitty regular dress that also just happens to be white. For shame.

16. Dilruba (secret wedding)

This one almost seems like a regular dress, except there was some attempt to make a proper wedding gown out of it (that goes beyond a single red shawl thrown over her head - hi, Nigar). Really, it seems Dilruba here just put on the nicest red dress and tiara she owned, added a wedding veil, and that was about all she could do in this situation. Which in context seems actually plausible. Either way, this one is decent, but it sadly suffers from its provisory nature, so it goes here.

15. Akile (arrival in the palace)

This one just looks too normal for me to put it very high. Yes, even bellow most white wedding dresses. I mean, at least as far as the normal dress go, it's very pretty? It just doesn't stand out, is all.

14. Telli Hümaşah

I really, really dislike all the white sparkly dresses of MCK season 2. The red wedding dress aesthetic of MC/MCK is more unique than the stereotypical white, plus the white dresses tend to be extremely tacky. This one actually isn't that bad, I love the the silhouette and the fact that it doesn't use TOO much silver embroidery. However, the hair tinsel brings it all the way down. One of the ugliest headdresses in the show hands down, only to be beaten by Hürrem's micky mouse ears.

13. Atike

Tacky. As. Fuck. It looks like something a modern very nouveau riche bride would pick. The headdress leaves me especially cold. That said, it's not downright ugly, so I'll give it a pass. And, hey, Atike is just a one tacky bitch, so what gives.

12. Gevherhan

This one isn't really that pretty, but it has earned my forgiveness over Atike's by virtue of being marginally less tacky, and also recognizably a Gevherhan dress. Falling in line with its wearer's personal style, while also going the extra mile as the wedding dress should is always the gold standard in my eyes. Also, the headdress is decent (and something Gevherhan wears just this once, which is nice). Still, nothing to write home about. It's not even bad enough for tasteless jokes about Gevherhan killing herself because she has to wear it and junk.

11. Fahriye

I am mostly just puzzled by the choice of colour here. I mean, I wouldn't like white, but at least I'd understand it. Is it just because it's the last of her God knows how many weddings? Well, no, since there's clearly no consistent custom on these things. Nigar and Fatma wear their normal dress (and I'd like to just comment here on just how fucking unfair it is to Nigar; like, if you're going to lowkey ruin her life, you might as well put her in some nice dress), Gevherhan has proper wedding dress, and I guess what they put Hatice into is also normal dress but also looks like a wedding dress, because that's Magnificent Century for ya, things don't always make sense here. Anyway, Fahriye's dress is confusing colour-wise, but at least it has the decency to be very, very pretty. I dig the more traditional silhouette, reminescent of an Aslanger painting, and the embroidery is decent in patter, the overabundance of sparkliness notwithstanding. Also, I absolute adore the headdress.

10. Mihrunissa

In isolation, this is pretty underwhelming. I strongly suspect this is just a regular dress Mihrunissa found at the bottom of her wardrobe. BUT. You absolutely cannot accuse it of not being in her her very distinct style! Now, Mihrunissa's very distinct style with her dubshit stiff bodices is ugly and I hate it, but this dress fits into it pretty neatly! Also, Mihrunissa's kickass turbans kinda balance the bodice out. Not to mention, the necklace contrasts with the simplicity of the rest of the outfit very well. One of the most effective accessories in the show hands down.

9. Farya Bethlen

Oh, look, a white wedding dress with silver embroidery that ISN'T tacky as fuck! And it fits into the rest of Farya's wardrobe (even if it does remind me of the pain that Farya's tricorn look caused me)! And it has a very pretty headdress! My only complaint is that it's white, but I guess you can't get everything you want.

8. Mihrimah (wedding dress)

This one is... Fine. Decent. Standard. Just about what one imagines when it comes to Magnificent Century wedding dresses. We're definitely in the "good" part of this ranking. Also, I like this one's headdress too. I have absolutely nothing else to say about it.

7. Dilruba (public wedding)

This one is just, like, step above Mihrimah's, mostly because the buttons absolutely SLAP. This despite the fact the tiara is... Kinda not good? Like, it looks fine from the profile and with a veil, but on its own is definitely one of the worse tiaras in the show. Other than that, it's just as standard as Mihrimah's.

6. Hatice (wedding to Hüsrev)

I wish this one wasn't reused into oblivion, except maybe during that one conversation with Süleyman, so that people can appreciate just how much it slaps. Like, I don't know if that was the intention, but the shadow of Hatice's first wedding dress looms large over this one, and I for one am here for it! The tiara looks like if someone took out most elements from the first one, embroidery is silver instead of gold, and much less splendid, the colour is a much darker shade of red... Just. One of the standout costuming moments in this show, hands down.

5. Mihrimah (wedding night)

I wish wearing a super sparkly nightgown was a thing for more brides on the show! Or, at least I assume it's a nightgown. Like, Nurbanu later wears it as regular dress... Whatever. The important thing is that it's kinda hard to compare it to the rest of the wedding dresses, but it's undoubtedly the best nightgown, so...

4. Mihrimah (wedding procession)

"This dress is my funeral shroud" - Is that a complaint, because gurl, I would indeed die for that dress. I don't even care about its strange colour, or that Mihrimah, the spoiled princess that she is, gets a special dress for her wedding procession AND a special nightgown. This one is just too damn iconic, to the point that it even stands out in the sea of iconic looks Mihrimah's wedding contains in spades. Everything about it falls into place so well - the stunning embroidery, elegant jewelry, even the strange headdress has its own charm. We are entering the iconic looks territory here, folks. Things will only get better.

3. Nigar

Aside from Armin's, this one is the only wedding that doesn't concern top 1% percent of society (although it probably does about a percent bellow that, after all, this is still a society in which like 90% of people are subsistence farmers). But it blows wedding dresses of actual princesses (with one exception) out the water. It checks all of the boxes - it's red, fits Nigar's personal style while going the extra mile, and of course, it's real damn pretty! I even considered it for the first spot, if you can believe it. An absolute waste for a fake wedding, I tell ya. But great wedding dress is the least our best girl deserves.

2. Kösem

I hate that Kösem the super special Mary Sue got to marry Ahmet when even Nurbanu didn't, but at least we got this beauty out of it. It's not that spectacular on its own, but the headband, earrings and especially the absolutely epic cape together create a cohesive, truly unique look that I just can't get enough of. Also, Beren is super mega hot here, fucking sue me.

1. Hatice (wedding to Ibrahim)

...I have no justification for this one. Objectively, it's very solid, even a top 5 material, but is it really THE best wedding dress in this show? And the answer is yes, because I fucking said it and this is my list. I love everything about it so much! The gorgeous embroidery! The amazing jewelry set! The stunning tiara! Is it all a bit too much? Maybe. But too much is just enough for me in this case. Also, Hatice is by far the most beautiful woman on this list, so eat your heart out. This dress is an absolute icon, a gold standard that most of the rest had failed to live up to.

That's all dresses I could remember. If you have any complaints about this very objective and scientifically rigorous list, address it kindly to Minette!