#so whenever he like wins a round of a game and hes just Overcome With Joy and he just starts smiling So Wide and maybe even crying

[brianclough2]

Brian Clough Manager

We have all learned stories of awesome people who have overcome extraordinary odds in order to get through to their goals. Most people read and listen to about these people a are usually in shock. Many of us will become impressed enough to start getting action in order to modify our lives and some will just find out these stories like something that occurred owing to luck. What many of us don't realize is of which although these inspirational people have obtained a lot in their existence, they also had to search through many setbacks in addition to challenges. Brian Clough Manager

It's easy to check hear stories similar to this and write the application off as results but if you appear closely at what exactly these people had to endure, you will come to this realization that in most cases, these people weren't getting a break, they just wished their dream greater than most people. One your areas that we observe these types of stories in most cases is in sports.

Whenever we hear about Puncture Armstrong overcoming many forms of cancer and going on a win 7 Visit de France concept in a row or simply Michael Jordan failing to earn the basketball organization during his initial year trying out however , end up being one of the greatest golf ball players of all time, that which we don't see will be the hours of very difficult training they had to undergo each and everyday. It's easy to neglect this fact. This almost seems they can just woke upward one day and had become champions sometimes.

You you start to are aware that nothing great is available easy and approve the fact that it's not until you desire something along with work harder as opposed to anyone else that you will enjoy your dreams, in an effort to luck has not much to do with winning around life. So how do you really become an drive person yourself? By way of committing to not give up your dreams.

One can find far too many stories of folks failing to live living they have always wanted. By committing to evolving into another example connected with an inspirational person, you can actually inspire those round you because should they see that someone these people know can achieve their particular dreams, it will develop a greater belief inside themselves. Since they sees your hard work, these are less likely to write this off as success.

manager. He is widely regarded as one of the greatest football managers in the history of the English game, having won numerous domestic and European trophies during his career. Clough is perhaps best known for his successful stints as manager of Derby County and Nottingham Forest, with whom he won two European Cups in consecutive years. Clough was also known for his outspoken and often controversial comments, as well as his reputation for being a maverick and a rebel. Despite his success, Clough was a polarizing figure, and his managerial style and personality often drew criticism and controversy.

References Football Manager https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Football_Manager

[pstories]

The Big Easy

Jane and Bruce enjoyed a good marriage, especially since their son went off to college. Jane really enjoyed sex, and now that there wasn’t anyone to disturb them Jane and Bruce could get it on wherever they wanted and whenever Bruce was home. Bruce owned a plumbing supply company, it provided plenty of money but while there were currently managers to run the day to day aspects of the company, Bruce still maintained an active role. It hadn’t always been this way either, when Bruce was first trying to establish the company, he was almost never around. This had resulted in Jane having an affair with their next door neighbor Al for almost two years. As far as Jane knew, Bruce never knew about the affair and after they’d almost been caught a third time she ended it.

To help relieve her sexual frustration Jane began following sports, and living in Louisiana the Saints were the center of her sports world. There were times when a Saints player would score and she’d be so overcome that, being home alone, she’d start masturbating on the couch. Often, by the time the extra point was kicked, she’d have cum. It was like an exclamation point. Once, she had a female friend who wasn’t interested in football visiting on a Sunday before the game. The visit ended up coinciding with the start of the Sainte game. Jane put the game on the TV to keep an eye on it. The Saints player returned the opening kickoff for a touchdown. As the announcer called out the rapidly descending yardage Jane could feel an orgasm rapidly building inside her. As the goal line was crossed her orgasm exploded. Thankfully, she was sitting down so the tremors in her legs went unnoticed. The instant creaming of her panties also couldn’t be seen, Jane’s moan, however, couldn’t be contained. The other woman had a perplexed look on her face as Jane, realizing that her slacks would soon reveal her wetness, hustled her out the door abruptly, Over the following years, Jane became even more enamored of the Saints, especially the black players. She would often fantasize about them while she took her daily bath or shower.

Once Bruce had semi-retired though, she was almost never alone for the games so she couldn’t indulge in her sexual activities during the games. Bruce wasn’t oblivious though, it didn’t take him long to realize that a Saints win meant super-hot-nasty sex while a loss meant no sex for several days.

Now that money wasn’t a problem, Bruce decided that a small getaway was in order. Because it was during the football season and he loved his wife dearly, Bruce decided they would visit Miami when the Saints were scheduled to play the Dolphins. Good tickets for the game weren’t outrageously expensive so he also booked a very nice suite at a big-name hotel.

A few weeks later, they were laying on the hotel’s beach, in Miami, on vacation.

As they were heading back to their room for a shower before dinner, Bruce noticed that there was a group of guys sitting around in the lounge that looked big enough to be football players. While Jane was taking a shower and getting ready for dinner, Bruce did some research and discovered that this was the Saints team hotel and the entire ream was there. On the way back to his suite Bruce had an idea and, after some walking around, found someone he recognized as a plyer on the team. Bruce quickly filled the player in on his plan to make this a night his wife would never forget.

Having accomplished his mission, Bruce returned to his suite just in time to shower and change his clothes for dinner. Jane looked spectacular in a little black dress. It highlighted her smooth legs and rounded ass perfectly, Bruce almost lost his composure when he saw her. He put on some nice khaki pants, a nice collared shirt and they headed to the hotel restaurant. Apparently, the hotel restaurant was amazingly popular so they couldn’t get a table right away. While they waited for a table to open, they sat at the bar and had drinks. Bruce slipped the bartender an extra fifty dollars to make Jane’s drinks extra strong. As a result, Jane was already tipsy by the time they were seated. Throughout dinner Jane kept tossing back extra-strength drinks until, by the time dessert arrived she was flat-out drunk. While she was unknowingly getting drunk, Bruce had been moderating his own drinking so he was just buzzed.

Immediately after they finished their excellent desserts a large black man approached their table and asked Jane for a dance. She looked at Bruce, who nodded his assent. The stranger took her hand and led her onto the dance floor. The song ended after just a few moments though and was followed by a slow song. When Jane turned to return to the table Bruce motioned for her to stay on the dance floor. She did, and soon found herself slow-dancing with that large black man. He wasn’t an especially good dancer and she was still drunk so their dancing basically consisted of turning in a circle on the same spot slowly and swaying in time with the music. He had one hand holding the small of her back and the other clasping her hand. For the first minute or so of the song he kept his hands appropriately placed and acted like a perfect gentleman. After that interval, however, the hand at her back dipped down so it was resting on her ass. A small voice in the back of her mind was trying to say that this wasn’t right but she ignored that voice and just enjoyed the sensation.

The announcement came over the speakers that the restaurant would be stopping food service in five minutes but guests were welcome to continue dancing as the restaurant became a dance club. Bruce took the opportunity to walk over to where Jane was dancing with the man. He said that he wasn’t feeling well and was heading upstairs to their suite but that she should stay down here and have fun. Shortly after Bruce departed a faster song came on. Jane made like she was going to follow, but the man grabbed her around the waist and redirected her toward the bar. She quickly forgot about following Bruce as the man bought her a fresh drink.

Upon finishing her drink, the man pulled her back onto the dance floor. All pretense of decorum had left him as he held her tightly during a slow song and ground his seemingly giant cock into her ass as she ground against him during the fast songs. At some point, they were joined on the dancefloor by a couple other large, black men. Jane just kept dancing and grinding as she was passed from man to man the combination of the alcohol mixed with her sexual arousal making lose her inhibitions. As she bounced around the dancefloor the men started copping feels of her tits. Then, as a song ended, the first man suggested that they head back to his room.

The three guys ushered her to the elevator. When they got to the elevator the doors opened and out stepped a guy whose face quickly lit up in recognition as he realized the guys were Saints players. He must’ve had somewhere important to go because he had barely acknowledged them when he briskly walked away. Once they were all on the elevator and the doors closed Jane realized just how large these men were. The smallest guy was at least six feet tall and they were all heavyset and muscular. Rather than being intimidated she became extremely turned on, especially as it sank in that these guys were Saints players. Without a word the guy standing behind her reached up and started fondling her tits through her dress. Apparently, this was taken as a cue by the other men as they all pulled out their cocks. Without hesitation Jane squatted down and took one cock into her mouth while her hands found the others and started fondling and stroking. All of the men had big cocks but the one in her mouth was enormous. Once it grew to its full size Jane had to open her mouth almost as far as she could and it was probably as long as her forearm. She tried to deepthroat it a couple of times but choked each time, so she gave up and concentrated on sucking the head. The men in her hands were moaning their appreciation of her efforts.

A small voice in her head was telling her that this was wrong, she should be faithful to Bruce. Between the alcohol and the excitement of the situation though, she didn’t care.

If anyone had been waiting for the elevator when the doors opened they probably would have assumed that some football players had picked up a hooker or something. During their elevator ride Jane had lost almost all of her inhibitions and was acting as whorish as possible.  The guy that she had been sucking had cum on her face, meanwhile both handjob recipients had also cum, leaving evidence on her arms and half uncovered tits. However, it being late and the team taking up the entire floor, nobody was waiting when the doors opened.

As a group they went down the hallway until they reached the last door. The first guy swiped his access card and opened the door so everyone could enter. The room wasn’t as luxurious as her suite upstairs, but it was far from spartan or small. It had a small baron one side across from the bed. The first man indicated that the other guys should bring Jane over to the bed while headed for the bar.

Arriving bedside the two guys proceeded to strip themselves naked and then stripped Jane. They both took advantage of this opportunity to feel Jane’s titties and her trimmed pussy, one guy even going as far as to push a thick finger inside her creamy pussy. Jane certainty didn’t mind being treated like this as she was busy running her hands across their muscular chests and stiff cocks. Just as they all finished stripping the first guy approached with a drink in his hand, he offered the drink to Jane and she accepted it without hesitation. She finished the fruity tasting drink in two large gulps. The guy tried to use this time to strip himself but she drank so quickly that he only had time to remove his shirt and partially undo his pants. While he didn’t hide his surprise at her apparent eagerness he kept his composure and nodded at the other guys while he continued to disrobe.

Apparently, they had been anticipating this signal so they simultaneously grabbed her placed on the bed. With her now on her back on the bed naked the two guys climbed onto the bed on their knees and leaning over, started sucking her nipples. This sent pleasurable chills up and down her spine. She closed her eyes in pleasure and therefore couldn’t see that the first guy had approached with his massive cock aimed straight at her pussy.  As soon as she felt the naked cock head trying to gain entrance to her pussy she unthinkingly pushed herself down onto it. Jane wasn’t prepared for the sensations such a big cock caused in her. In spite of the two guys sucking her nipples she started shaking uncontrollably and cumming on the big black cock inside her. Feeling the pussy spasming on his cock almost made the guy lose it right then. This woman, however, deserved to feel the whole thing, and since he’d already cum in the elevator, he could grit his teeth and hold off for now. Once he regained control of himself he thrust into her until his balls rested against her ass. This further introduction of cockmeat caused Jane to completely lose control. Her arms flailed, her legs first stiffened straight the locked around the guy’s ass and pelvis, her eyes rolled into her head so you could only see the whites and her pussy continued to spasm around the invading cock now, however, it started producing so much pussy juice that it squirted out around the base of the cock. He couldn’t stop himself this time and started to cum.  Each spurt felt like a freight train traveling the length of his cock. He knew it was having an effect on her too as each spurt elicited a grunt from her throat. After several minutes the legs that held him went limp and he could pull out and collapse on the bed next to her.

Once Jane had started convulseing and flailing about the two guys that had been sucking her nipples had retreated a bit and watched in stunned fascination as the orgasm overcame her. Now that things had calmed down they came back, only to find her passed out. Ther was a quick conference between the guys and it was decided that she should be brought back to her suite and husband. After they got dressed they somehow poured Jane’s almost liquid body into her dress. Once this was accomplished the first guy picked her up as though she were weightless and carried her to the elevator. Upon arriving at the correct door, his knock was quickly answered by Bruce. Seeing her condition, he asked the guy to put her on the bed, which he did. Once she was deposited on the bed Bruce shook the guy’s hand and asked if she’d enjoyed herself. He assured Bruce that she’d given as good as she got. Bruce thanked him again and the guy left.

The next morning dawned sunny and warm.  Jane wouldn’t have known anything about it except Bruce had neglected to close the curtains in their bedroom. Even with the sunlight streaming onto her she stayed passed out until ten o’ clock. Bruce asked if she’d enjoyed herself the night before and suggested that she take a hot shower to finish waking up. She stood in the shower for almost half an hour letting the hot water caress her sore pussy. Her time in the shower finally ended when Bruce knocked on the bathroom door and announced that he wanted to get breakfast before they headed to the stadium. Over breakfast Bruce told Jane that he’d set up last night with the players from the Saints and that if she’d enjoyed it she should give him a full recap while she rode his cock later.

When they got to the stadium they were ushered to their semi-private box. For whatever reason, they had the box all to themselves for this game though. Apparently, Jane’s pussy was feeling better too, since she rubbed it all through player introductions. To Bruce’s surprise she seemed to have lost all her sexual inhibitions last night. Every time the Saints scored she had a small orgasm, complete with moaning. At halftime, she recounted the entirety of the previous night, this got him so excited that he disregarded any chance of getting caught and pulled out his stiff cock. Almost as if she’d been waiting for it, Jane pulled the leg of her shorts (no panties) to the side and climbed onto Bruce’s ready cock and rode him until they both came. Just after she’d climbed off and they’d re-composed themselves a serving man entered and asked them if they needed anything. Seeing the grin on that face caused Bruce to notice the camera in the corner and realized that they had just put on a show for anyone watching. Assuring him that they were fine, they both settled into their seats to watch the rest of the game.

[wisebilly]

FAWKK

[theuniversitychallengereview]

UC 50 Grand Final - Warwick vs Magdalene, Cam

In the world of sports a Grand Final is defined as ‘a game that decides a sport’s league’s premiership (or championship) winning team, i.e. the conclusive game of a finals (or play-off) series’. It is most commonly used in Australian sports and is synonymous with the championship game in North American Sports - e.g. the NBA Finals or the Superbowl. British rugby league adopted the term for its season ending affair in 1998.

The commonality between all of these examples is that the Grand Final comes at the end of a league tournament, after which some number of the highest ranking teams take part in a knockout tournament to determine the season champion. Even with its complicated quarter-final format, University Challenge is a knockout tournament from the start, with no semblance of a league at any point. There does exist the possibility that the finalists could have played each other prior to meeting in the final, as has happened this year with Warwick beating Magdalene 200-160 in the quarters, but that hasn’t always been the case. 

All of this is just to say that in the case of University Challenge, the use of ‘grand’ seems to be purely adjectival rather than providing supplemental information regarding the competition format as it does in these other cases. Not that I’m going to quibble with it, tonight’s final is undoubtedly going to be Grand.

For the second year in a row, after six consecutive appearances by various colleges, we have no Oxford team in the final. The two finalists certainly had something to say in that matter, with Warwick dispatching two Oxonian quartets - Wolfson and Merton - and Magdalene three - University, Corpus Christi and Balliol. Warwick won the whole thing in 2007, beating the reigning champions from Manchester, while Magdalene’s sole apperance in the Grand Final was a loss to Sidney Sussex back in 1978.

Warwick arrive in the Grand Final as slight favourites, courtesy of the unbeaten run that took them there, including their aforementioned defeat of tonight’s Cantabrigian opponents. Their average score of 201 is actually slightly lower than Magdalene’s 202, but they hadn’t looked troubled until their semi-final against Imperial. 

Magdalene have produced two of the most impressive performances of the series, beating Birkbeck 240-140 in the quarters and annihilating Balliol 270-50 in the semis, and (stats taken from @StatsUC on Twitter) rank first of all teams in bonus question percentage, correctly answering 128, or 71%, of the 170, they have faced thus far. Warwick have an inferior percentage of 59%, but rank higher on the starter question league table (Magdalene have averaged more of those too, though with a lower percentage, suggesting that Warwick have been involved in slower matches).

Another interesting statistic is that Magdalene Captain Lawson, with six, has twice as many incorrect interruptions as the entire Warwick team so far. He is Magdalene’s best buzzer, and will likely have to take some risks to overcome Warwick’s superiority in that respect. If these risks pay off, and he is able to steal a few starter questions early on, I think Magdalene will have a far bigger chance of taking home the trophy. The first set of questions pre-first picture round will be pivotal.

Whoever wins, or rather, has won, by the time you’re reading this, its been another terrific series of The Challenge. The fact that they weren’t able to get the filming done at the usual time because of Covid, and then had to come back in later to record most of the episodes with plastic screen dividers makes me even more grateful to have been able to watch the show this year. We all needed that slice of normality on a Monday night, and what could me more normal than watching a bunch of nerds answering questions about complex organic molecules or Byzantine emperors?

Anyway, that’s enough sappiness, here’s your first starter for ten...

Warwick’s Burrell is the only one who has put any effort into their Grand Final attire, and is rocking an awesome floral shirt. Lawson comes in early with love, but he is wrong, and my flowery boy Burrell scoops up the points with hell. Only one bonus follows, but they are twenty points clear courtesy of Lawson’s neg. 

Braid takes the second starter, and Rout remembers Burrell’s surname (which he had failed to do in the closing moments of their semi-final) to nominate him on two of the bonuses, of which they take three. The funky shirt must be providing Mr Burrell with some extra knowledge on top of the chilled out vibes, because he takes his second of the night. 

Magdalene manage to get off the mark with the first picture starter, and a full set on grid references takes them up to twenty points. No one gets a starter on cavitation, before Burrell grabs his third starter! He’d averaged 1.4 in their previous five games! 

There’s a second starter for Braid, before Rout wonders aloud whether ‘this is another example of us not knowing the popular culture’, in relation to a bonus set on vampire films. They miss Only Lovers Left Alive and A Girl Walks Home Alone At Night, but get Let The Right One In, so they’re not entirely ignorant. 

Davies snaffles some more points for Magdalene, and then both sides miss the music starter, before Davies takes another to win the music bonuses for Cambridge. They are only forty points behind now. Davies completes a hat-trick of consecutive starters with Fox and Hedgehog, based on a clue about Jemima Puddleduck. We’re down to twenty points...

Braid gets his third starter, before an excellent bit of flagwork from Byrne allows Magdalene to close to within ten points. A neg halts their momentum and Rout swoops in to drag Warwick forty clear again. Magdalene can’t afford any more slip ups, but Lawson isn’t able to identify a Titian painting on the second picture starter, allowing Braid in to steal. A couple of bonuses put Warwick sixty ahead, and one feels as though Magdalene may have missed their opportunity. 

In what could possibly be the most unfortunate incorrect interruption of all time, given the state of play in the match in which it occurred, Davies buzzes in with Bannerman Campbell rather than Campbell Bannerman, losing five points instead of gaining ten, and surely confirming Warwick as champions. It seems harsh, but in the end he was wrong, and he looks devastated.

Lawson buzzes frantically on the last starter of the year, and gets it right with a defiant shout of glucagon, but the gong sounds immediately afterwards, and Warwick have won.

Final Score: Warwick 195 - 140 Magdalene, Cam

Another fantastic match to end the series! Congratulations to Warwick on a flawless campaign, and commiserations to Magdalene, who were brilliant throughout as well. Like I said before, this has been another excellent series of UC, and has helped to keep me sane throughout the year. Roll on the next series...

The gap between the sides was 55 points, but this can be almost entirely attributed to the Campbell Bannerman Bannerman Campbell mixup. Warwick gained 20 points and Mags lost five. Had Davies got the names the right way round, and then the same two bonuses as Warwick the points swing would have been forty five. Not quite enough to turn the tide, but it would have been mighty close.

Thanks for reading this blog over the whole series. It means a lot that people continue to consume and engage with the silly ramblings I post, and I look forward to coming back for the new series, whenever that happens. 

In the meantime, if you enjoy what you read here and want to support the blog, or more importantly can’t wait a few months for some more UC content, I have a Patreon where I’ve been reviewing the 2015/16 series. You can sign up here, for as little as £1/month. 

[bainhardt]

#RibbonQuest2.0 - Part 3: Master Ball Rank or Bust

It’s kind of poetic, in a way. My very first meeting with Jin, and the beginning of our travels together, was commemorated with the chucking of a Master Ball - a guaranteed capture. It’s a one-of-a-kind ball typically reserved only for one-of-a-kind Pokemon (like Jin). When it comes to capturing Pokemon, the Master Ball stands above the rest as the symbol of infallibility, the promise of success overcoming any and all odds.

Well, we’re gonna need to channel that spirit in our latest challenge, because our success is anything but guaranteed: we have to take on the Master Ball rank in online rated battles for Pokemon Sword and Shield! Among our countless trials and triumphs spanning generations, Jin and I have never actually battled online against other real players. The World Ability Ribbon back in Platinum would’ve been our first foray, but the DS Wi-Fi connection had long been shut down in the time before our quest began.

Keeping with the theme of RibbonQuest2.0, this comes as an unexpected surprise. Jin, like all transfer Pokemon, is ineligible for rated battles; the standardized rules only permit Pokemon born and raised in the gen 8 games. Back when our time in Galar first started, I had never even planned on mentioning the Master Rank Ribbon, simply because we weren’t allowed to try and earn it!

But all of that changed with the release of the Isle of Armor DLC and patch version 1.2. By accepting the reset of your Pokemon’s move pool to only moves compliant with its gen 8 iteration, you’re allowed to mark your transfer Pokemon eligible for rated battles online! The icing on the cake is that Jin’s XD-exclusive purification move, Baton Pass (which I bent over backwards to keep even through all the Pokemon Contests), is now a TR which Farfetch’d can learn anytime. All’s well that ends well, I suppose.

It’s like getting your hand stamped at a concert, but with a side of forced amnesia.

With that, preparations were complete. There was nothing left to do but hop to it and get battling! The Master Ball Rank doesn’t earn itself, and if I’ve learned anything from our past, I think that means we’re going to need some help...

However, in the interest of cutting down on superfluous Ribbon Gang members like (sorry to single you out) Speedrun the Talonflame, I’ll only be honoring the final 5 actual contenders accompanying Jin when the ribbon is earned. Numerous grueling battles will be fought on the path to Master Ball tier and those stories will be lost to time, for only the best of the best deserve to call themselves part of Ribbon Gang 2.0.

I got boxfuls of second-stringers here, for real.

When first beginning in earnest with the July season, I mainly played Double battles, my preferred format for fun. I had a couple different teams, but never climbed any higher than Great Ball. Some teams of note included:

self-proc Weakness Policy Stamina Mudsdale with Skill Link support and Psych Up Stored Power follow up

Entrainment Plus Dedenne alongside special attackers with spread moves (coined the “fuck redirects” team)

a strange combo Sandstorm and Round team that was kind of an excuse to see if Refrigerate Aurorus could amount to anything

I was too committed to gimmicks, and at this time still hoped to reach the necessary heights using something built for fun at its core. I convinced myself that whenever I got around to really trying, it’d come together easily enough. In the past I’d do anything and everything to increase my chances of success, and I needed to return to this mentality moving forward.

After burn out from facing VGC competitive teams, several months of distraction with other games, and the arrival of 2021, I changed gears to test out Singles beginning in March. Despite having essentially zero experience with the format, I drafted two main teams during my Singles stint:

a Focus Energy Baton Pass team designed so every other Pokemon is then guaranteed crits with every attack

a Shedinja team with Pokemon like Ditto and Zoroark designed to help determine whether Shedinja can survive the opponents

Still sounds gimmicky, I know. I can’t help it. But a funny thing happened as I continued to chip away at this challenge: the Focus Pass crit team actually kind of... worked. Once you’re critting every attack, you start to notice just how many game mechanics critical hits outright invalidate. Intimidate? Your negative offensive stages are ignored. Bulk stacking opponents? Their positive defensive stages are ignored. Grimmsnarl and Lapras walling you out? Screens don’t apply against crits (although a Shell Armor Lapras did shut me down quite handily once). Honestly, the boosted damage almost feels like an afterthought.

Every team I played required considerable reworking as I’d progress, honing in on specific threats often encountered and dropping low-participation Pokemon who weren’t pulling their weight. There was even a rule set which allowed the use of extremely powerful Legendary Pokemon for a time (a very bad time). But all digression aside, allow me to introduce the team that would eventually carry me higher than ever, swiftly through Ultra Ball tier and directly into Master Ball. They are the new and final members of Ribbon Gang 2.0.

The ones on the left, I mean. This box is just more second-stringers.

First is Gepigop the Togekiss, sporting Super Luck as a core member of the original crit team. Spamming STAB Life Orb boosted Max Airstream is the Singles meta, after all. And he’s from my Y version, same as Speedrun!

Second is PkmnConquest the Kartana, probably the most consistent and useful member I picked up along the way. Give it a Scope Lens and it’ll BEAST BOOST its way to easy sweeps - just pray your opponent isn’t hiding any Fire types in the back...

It goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes Guillotine... the Weavile at number three. YUH. She was included as a direct response to the unending hordes of Cinderace and Zapdos I faced. Focus Sash and Counter helped her turn around so many unfavorable matchups, I can’t recommend it enough!

Bringing up fourth is 8008 8008 the Rhyperior. Need an idea of how broken Dynamax Zapdos’ bulk is? Rhyperior is the only Pokemon I found who can one shot it from full HP without needing to Dynamax in return... and even then, only using Rock Wrecker. Seriously.

In our final slot is AZKi the Espeon, because Hololive kept me company through many of my battle sessions, lol. After one too many Focus Passes were blocked by Taunt, I put an end to it with Magic Bounce. You remember that scene in The Incredibles where Syndrome’s robots were revised as they faced off against more and more heroes? She’s basically that.

By the time I was barely breaking into Ultra Ball tier, I found much greater success if I didn’t try to force the crit gimmick every time, but still had it if I wanted it on AZKi, the fourth in the succession of Focus Passers. Yes, after months spent honing my skills in battle, I finally learned that just bringing three Pokemon that can beat your opponent’s is the simplest way to a win. Incredible, I know. And win we did!

The final needed victory in Master Ball tier was secured by PkmnConquest, Guillotine, and 8008 8008, a trio I found myself locking in very frequently.

It’s... it’s beautiful.

With this Master Ball ribbon attached to my Master Ball Farfetch’d, we’ve finally brought our lengthy Galarian story to its conclusion. Having managed to snag this online-exclusive ribbon before these games lost popularity or network support, Jin is once again a tried and true Ribbon Master, and I’ve no unfinished business to worry about any longer.

Until it is time to take up your sword once more,

Rest easy, Jin.

POKEMON SWSH: COMPLETE!

[fuzz-onyx]

Tl;dr - A cardgame almost made me cry for the first time in years (and I hated it)

Greetings, think of this as an animated storytime video but this is a rehearsal for my hopeful maybe non-existent youtube channel where I can vent onto the internet void with 🎇✨*~style~* ✨🎇

I guess tumblr is not just an art posting website for me anymore. This place has become so quiet, so I feel the most comfortable here. Anyway! Here’s the story!

So I thought I could rely on my ✨toxic masculinity✨ to not cry and embarrass myself in public. Well APPARENTLY not on THAT day.

It was on the previous weekend when I decided to go to a small card tournament to play some Yugioh. I have been going there on and off for a couple of years, and I have been losing almost. Every. Single. Game.

Now, some of you may ask:

“Why haven’t you bought any new cards and get better at the game?” - I have, I bough 3 decks, one of them I abandoned for other people to have for free because I don’t like that archtype and I’ve felt the pain of throwing cards away in the bin and I swore never to do it again.

“Why don’t you just quit the game if you’ve been losing a lot?” - Its one of my only chances to have a social interaction in real life. Otherwise I’m starved playing video games and watching tiktok comps on youtube. Loneliness can make you go a little bonkers I can tell you. But then again, I don’t go often.

Back to the story:

So I was going off the more competitive tournaments and playing the more chill ones because they’re more fun, I could actually experiment with my cards and played with decks that I knew could not win with regularly. And last weekend I decided to give the competitive thing another go.

Oh god.

I’m not ready.

Like not at all. Far from it. Fucking hell.

So the main difference between the regular competitive tornaments and the casual tournament is that the chill ones have mostly younger people, they’re either new or just having fun, and most of the decks that I’ve faced from there - while cool and tactical - are some I feel like I can beat (but I usually don’t).

The competitive tournaments however, are mostly made up of older dudes with too much time on their hands, oh, and their meta decks. Now for those that don’t know, meta-decks are supposed to be the most powerful, and give you the easiest wins, like, give them a turn and you lose kinda easy, and very broken.

So I technically had a deck that could become meta, but I’ve never been good at building them, and I don’t wanna waste a hundered dollars to have fun playing cards - this is why you scavenge the cards that people don’t want and use it against them like tHE FOOLS THAT THEY ARE!

I thought that I had built this deck, after two years of scavenging, building, researching, trading, I thought that I could at least reach the middle rank, maybe higher. I’m not super dedicated to the game, but I really thought that after getting used to what I have, and how I grown, that this time would be different.

First round, I play 2 duels one was a loss, the second made it a draw. I was fast and tactical, even during the loss I felt kinda proud that I made the duel last for a while. I don’t think my opponent was using a meta-deck that I know of, but it was pretty tough. Very scaly, lots of reptiles.

Round 2, I’m playing against a guy that’s coming back into the game, but he has a meta, Shaddolls. It pretty notable to me that what used to happen, whenever the shop runner would announce the 1st place and ask what kind of deck they’re using, everyone would groan and complain when they said Shaddolls. So I bought the deck, I thought about using it someday, but I didn’t think I would be going against it so soon.

So what? Even if the guy was new-ish, I wasn’t going to go easy on him. Even though it was a pretty chill duel, it was the first time I felt like I was holding back tears in a while - the last time being watching the first Frozen movie with my cousin 6-7 years ago (oh god, I’m cringing 🤢). Anyways, I lost both duels, it was alright, I think, not too bad.

Round 3, the opponent was playing with a pretty neat deck - Zoodiacs, I was curious about the archtype and seeing it in action manage to overcome the feelings of loss. I don’t think this one is completely meta, but it was pretty powerful.

Last round: The deck itself wasn’t familiar at first, they were using a few different cards, then brought out an abyss, and I thought oh cool, something I’m sorta familiar with, but then he brings out a card I thought was banned. It was the link monster for Phantom knights - Phantom knights of rusty bardiche.

It was another deck that I’ve bought, but it was also one that I tried to play, with that card. I straight up asked the dude about that card specifically, calling him out as others have done to me, he said it was fine. We continue dueling, I lose the first bit, I started stuttering, trying to concentate, trying to not ball my eyes out and I had no idea why.

Seriously, I was just playing the game, and I got progressively sadder and sadder and I didn’t know shit. But I did know that I was playing a meta-version of a deck that I grew to like. It felt weirdly personal. I could not speak after that, I was just wishing I didn’t exist at that moment. I know it sounds kinda cringy reading this now, but it really did feel like not so great day. Even after the tournament I was still feeling down in the dumps, basically lying to my mum about how ✨*good*✨ my ✨~*day*~✨ was.

So yea,. fuck meta. You know what? Fuck yugioh in general 👎 I might still like it, but I’m gonna be moving onto a different game.

[francoiserenaldt]

week three

last week | next week

warnings: several mentions of death, potentially triggering references to c****a, angst central, desirée is Bad At Feelings

word count: 1951

Sunday, August 17th, 2023 - Day 15 of quarantine

“Westchester County residents should be expected to shelter in place for at least 5 more weeks. Healthcare professionals are resigning by the hundreds as the disease spreads to nurses and doctors throughout the country. Over half of all patients that have tested positive for the Westchester Plague have either committed suicide or attempted to commit suicide. More at noon.” 

“It only gets worse and worse every day,” Desirée frowns.

“Maybe we should take a break from the news for a while.” Andy turns the TV off and heads into the kitchen. “What do you want to eat?”

“Um…” Desirée could probably read him a numbered and alphabetized list of foods that she would ruin right about now, but she refrains. “What do we have?” 

“Well, there’s some ramen in here…”

Not ideal, but it’ll have to do. They are in the middle of an epidemic, after all. “Awesome.” 

So they eat chicken flavored ramen like a pair of broke college students while watching some old anime, which Andy adamantly rejects the second the words leave her lips (“Avatar: The Last Airbender is a cartoon, Desirée”), and she lets her mind wander. 

Eventually, it arrives to Andy, as it seems to do more and more often these days. His name warms her skin like the sun on a late summer afternoon. His presence feels like the down comforter on her bed after a long day of work. 

A small smile plays at her lips as she leans into the promise of an exciting summer and sweet dreams. It welcomes her with open arms and promises fond memories for years to come. But as soon as she goes to take it, she finds herself drenched in a raging storm. 

While they polish off the last of their cups, a devastating truth hits her. 

As lovely as their moment feels, its end is as inevitable as the bone-chilling winter or the start of a new day. 

Monday, August 18th, 2023 - Day 16 of quarantine

“Did you want to give video games another try?” Andy asks tentatively. Then, like the infuriating bastard he is, he smirks. “I promise I’ll let you win.”

“That won’t be necessary.” Desirée retorts, donning a small smile. 

“Don’t get too cocky or I’ll have to show you up.” Andy 

After a tense round of Mortal Kombat, the TV screen flashes a victory. Andy slumps back, defeated. 

“I...how…?”

“Lily and I used to play. I’m excellent at playing dumb, Andy,” Desirée smirks. “You know this about me.” 

He shakes his head. “You’re something else, you know that?”

“If you say so.” Desiree rolls her neck and stretches her arms. “Ready for round 2?”

Tuesday, August 19th, 2023 - Day 17 of quarantine

“Scientists have found that cutis dissolutitis, better known as the Westchester Plague, mutated from Bacillus subtilis, a bacteria species found in dirt that acts as a decomposer of organic materials. It was first found in a large forest area. The best way to protect against this epidemic is to cover all exposed skin when you’re outside and sanitize once you’re inside.” A disgruntled news anchor reports from the outside of a nondescript building. The only patch of visible skin is around his eyes, which are covered by transparent goggles. 

Desirée gasps suddenly. “Oh my god, the woods. Andy, you don’t think that…”

He catches the implication. “There’s no way. Devon would never do this.” 

“We never suspected that Jane...or Noah…” She shakes her head. “I just hope not.”

Wednesday, August 20th, 2023 - Day 18 of quarantine

The official body count is projected to be 100. Over 200 citizens in the county have reported testing positive for the virus and 400 more are showing symptoms. Ignoring the news at this point is just short of irresponsible, but fear keeps her from lingering on the headlines.

As the day winds to a close, a feeling of dread slowly infiltrates her mind. The thought of tomorrow makes her skin crawl. Her stomach inverts and reverts on a constant loop as she reads yet another headline about yet another person committing suicide to avoid the disease. 

The sun sets and she’s overcome with a terrible truth. A subtle prick of worry that blossoms into a deep ache in her chest that she can’t quite place. 

“Something terrible is going to happen tomorrow.” Desirée whispers aloud. She locks herself in the bathroom as she feels the omen leave her lips. Andy doesn’t need to hear this. “Something that will change everything we thought was true.” 

Thursday, August 21st, 2023 - Day 19 of quarantine

They don’t bother changing out of their pajamas anymore. 

An alert on her phone tells her that the death toll in Westchester County has climbed from 100 to 1,000 overnight. Westchester alone has lost a third of its population. Then, she gets the call.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Dizzy,” Lily sniffles.

She knows that something is very wrong for two reasons. One, no one has called her Dizzy since her junior year in high school. Two, Lily is a notorious night owl and wouldn’t be caught out of bed before 9 in the morning if she had her way, let alone willingly engaging in human interaction. If she was calling at 8 AM, it had to be serious.

“Lily, is everything okay?” Desirée whispered as she tiptoed out of bed to avoid waking Andy.

“It’s my mom.” She sobs, and suddenly she can no longer hear the hum of the vents above her head or the whirring of her computer on the coffee table. “She has the plague.”

“Lily, how long has she had it?”

“I don’t know.” She sobs harder. “They’re queueing everyone on the block for testing.”

“Lily, it’s going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay,” Desirée whispers. The burning in her eyes and the constricting feeling in her throat tell her that she’s crying, too. “You’re going to be okay.”

She’s lying through her teeth and she knows it, but the words seem to offer Lily some comfort as she recites them back to her.

“I will be okay,” she chokes out. “Everything will be okay.”

“If you need anything at all…”

“I know who to call,” Lily replies. The line goes dead.

Desirée holds the phone to her chest and sends a silent prayer. It’s bad enough that you’ve taken a third of our town. Please don’t take Lily, too.

Silent tears stream down her cheeks as she prays over and over again. 

Don’t take Lily. 

Don’t take Lily. 

Don’t take Lily.

It’s that exact moment that Andy wraps his arms around Desirée’s middle and buries his head in the crook of her neck. She’s suddenly overcome with guilt and shame as she turns to him with shining eyes. 

“Andy, I-”

“Shhh.” He shakes his head and pulls her into his chest, blinking back tears of his own. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Soon, everyone knows. The news is bleaker than ever, with cameras being shoved into the grieving families of the victims and the death toll climbing by the hour. As the day crawls to an end and she lays in Andy’s arms, one thing becomes astoundingly apparent. 

Life will never be the same again.

Friday, August 22nd, 2023 - Day 20 of quarantine

It becomes physically unbearable to look at the news. Desirée briefly considers letting Andy unplug the TV again.

No one takes the news of Lily’s mother well, but Ava seems to struggle with it the most.  She refuses to answer phone calls from anyone and only replies in short, but extremely worrying sentences. 

“I wish this wasn’t going on so that I could check on her.” Desirée sighs after a fifth “missed” call. She’s curled up on the living room sofa with her head hanging on the arm. Her eyes are shut tight. “But here we are.” 

“She’s never really been the emotional type, Rée.” 

“That’s why I’m so worried about her. If she’s shutting down this early, what’s she gonna do if Mrs. Ortiz doesn’t make it?” 

“I don’t know, but I think what Ava needs right now is space.” 

“Andy, I can’t just let her spiral.” She sits up at this, frowning.

“I know it’s hard to see her like this, but you can’t protect everyone.” 

“I know I can’t. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that.” Desirée whispers. “But I can help.”

“What happened with Devon wasn’t your fault, Desirée. The only person you should blame is-”

“Don’t.” 

“The point I’m making is that you don’t always have to be everyone’s person.” Andy stares deeply into her eyes. For a second, it feels as if he’s seeing her every flaw, every imperfection she’s buried deep into her heart and mind, every secret she’s ever kept and maybe even the ones she didn’t. For the longest second, it feels as if he’s peering into her soul and reading it with the ease of a picture book and she’s helpless to turn away and shut him out despite the fact that she desperately wants to. “You’re always so focused on being there for everyone else, but who’s going to be there for you?”

You. She almost whispers. It’s always been you.

“A therapist.” She replies instead, forcing a small smile. “And a bottle of wine.”

“Take care of yourself.” Andy squeezes her shoulders once and turns for the bedroom. “Let someone else be there for you once in a while.”

“Someone else like who?”

“I don’t think either one of us is ready for that conversation.”

“You sure?” Desirée retorts, suddenly emboldened. She’s not the only mind reader between them and she’ll be damned if Andy Kang gets to leave her wondering like every night before. “Because I feel plenty ready to talk. If you’re scared of going there, just say that.”

“Who’s scared?” Andy turns back around, staring her down. She holds her own, meeting his gaze head on. “I’ll go there if that’s what you want.”

“Hey, don’t hold back on my account. If you want to say something, I’m all ears.”

“Could you handle that?” He walks slowly toward her as he speaks, sizing her up. “Could you handle it if I told you that I wish you’d stop trying to play tough all the time and open up to me like you used to? That I wish we’d just quit this dance where we pretend we’re still not in love with each other?” Her breath catches and his face is inches away from hers, so much so that she can feel his breath on her cheeks. “Could you even function knowing that?”

“I could. You know why?” She finally responds, placing her hand directly onto his chest. “Nothing is the way it used to be, Andy. We’re not the way we used to be when this started and we’ll never be those people again. So I suggest…” She tilts her head upwards and brushes her lips against his chin. “...you make peace with that.”

She lets him meditate on her words as she heads toward the bedroom and into the conjoined bathroom, where she finally lets her face rest in her hands as she cries.

Saturday, August 23, 2023 - Day 21 of quarantine

They don’t speak for most of the day. 

“I probably should’ve told you this earlier,” Desirée tells Andy during the evening. They’ve just eaten dinner. “But everything that happened on Thursday...I felt it.” 

“You...what?”

“I’d just been feeling horrible all day and I thought my anxiety was just acting up, but then I just felt this ache in my chest and I knew something awful was going to happen.” 

“What did it feel like?” 

“Death.” She inhales a shaky breath before nodding resolutely. “It felt like death.”

[brianclough2]

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References Football Manager https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Football_Manager

[dontenchantme]

sanguine

Rated M, Asmo x MC, some Satan x MC - sexual scenes.

[vampire au] he had the prettiest eyes she had ever seen. sometimes they were a rosy orange, just like the sunset. at other times they were red. bright red, like the colour of blood.

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She was given two warnings to heed when she first started living in this mansion.

Number one – do not fall in love with any of the residents. She could do that. She wasn’t here to find love, after all. She just needed a roof over her head.

Then there was number two – do not get too close to the one named Asmodeus.

It didn’t take long for her to figure out why. Asmodeus was a charmer, playful and flirtatious, and she could never quite tell when he was being serious and when he was just complimenting her to be polite. Talking to him confused her sometimes.

She knocked on his door, and as she waited for him to respond, she tried to steel her nerves, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes. It had been a few months since she started living here, and she ought to have gotten used to this by now.

But then Asmodeus opened the door, his eyes half-lidded and his light caramel hair artfully tousled, and she had to keep her gaze away from the bare skin he displayed so gratuitously, her face warming as she tried to remember what she was here for.

The laundry. Yes. “Today’s laundry day,” she reminded him. Asmodeus yawned and opened the door wider, revealing his torso – her gaze followed the long, lean lines of his narrow waist and she shook her head a little, thankful that Asmodeus seemed too tired to notice her embarrassment. She didn’t want him to start teasing her.

“Come in then,” he drawled, stepping aside so she could enter his room. The small woven basket in which he kept his used clothes was practically overflowing.

“How do you have so many shirts?” she grumbled, walking over to the basket – she was very much conscious of his gaze lingering on her, and the back of her neck prickled. “It’s ridiculous. Do they even all fit in your wardrobe?”

“Well, they do if you know how to pack them properly.” Asmodeus grinned. “I’m rather good at squeezing things into tight spaces…if I say so myself.”

His playful tone made her think of things that sent blood rushing up to her cheeks, and she had to hide her face as she picked up the basket, hoping he wouldn’t see how flustered she was. “You should put a shirt on, or you might catch a cold.”

“A cold?” There was amusement in his voice. “How sweet of you to worry about me, little lamb. But I’m hardier than I look.” She heard him yawn and she glanced up at him then, confident that her blush had receded by now.

“What time did you sleep?” She guessed he didn’t come back until the early hours of the morning. Asmodeus was hardly ever home at night – he’d rather head down to the pubs and get his dinner ‘straight from the source’, or so he called it.

She shuddered at the thought. Though she had grown used to living among them, that didn’t mean she ever forgot how dangerous these men were. A memory of the emergency rations they kept in the kitchen floated through her mind, clear crystal bottles filled with a rich, viscous red that was almost like red wine, but not quite.

“I don’t know. Is it important?” He shrugged, then gave her a wicked smile, the kind of smile that had other women fawning all over him whenever he went out in public. “Are you concerned about me, darling? Because nothing would please me more.”

“You think too highly of yourself, Asmodeus.” She made to leave his room, having retrieved what she came for, but then he moved, too quickly for the human eye to follow, and suddenly he was right in front of her, his hand reaching for her face.

She gasped, instinctively taking a step back, but then his fingers rested gently on her cheek and she stilled, abruptly forgetting how to breathe. Her entire body was tense. “You like to run away from me, don’t you?” he whispered, studying her – his eyes seemed to flicker between orange and crimson, and she was so mesmerised by them that she almost didn't realise he had asked her a question.

“Why would you think that?” The second warning floated through her mind and she flinched – Asmodeus, observant as always, narrowed his eyes and leant closer. She couldn’t help but think about how nice he smelled, even though he just woke up. A trace of cologne mixed with something sweet, something distinctly Asmodeus. Her eyelids fluttered as his thumb traced a slow, delicate circle over her cheek.

His bare skin was smooth and flawless and tantalisingly close. Her fingers twitched. “You don’t even look me in the eye sometimes, you know.” He was so near her that she could feel his breath ghosting over her ear, and she shuddered. Her hands were still clutching tightly onto the basket. “Are you frightened of me, little lamb?”

A little. But she was more intrigued than afraid. She just knew better than to let him get too close – she didn’t want to become another one of his conquests. And with that thought, she managed to snap herself out of her trance, ducking away from him as she shifted the basket to her side, putting some extra distance between them.

“I have chores to finish. We can talk another time, Asmodeus,” she said, trying to keep her tone neutral. She expected him to tease her about her sudden reticence, and she was prepared to come up with some kind of rebuttal, but instead, he just sighed and stepped away from her, running a hand through his messy hair.

“Have a wonderful day, darling. Don’t let Barbatos wear you out too much.” For a moment she thought she saw his eyes darken, but then he smiled, and she figured she had to be imagining things. “He works you to the bone, doesn’t he?”

“He’s not that bad.” She laughed, relieved that he didn’t say anything to fluster her again. “I’ll see you at dinner. And please, stop throwing out so much laundry each week! Washing your clothes takes a lot of time, you know,” she scolded.

He had a penchant for silks and soft fabrics with the most delicate detailing and she always had to be careful with them, afraid that she would accidentally rip the fragile material. “I like it when you wash my clothes, though. My clothes always smell like you when you bring them back to me.” His lips curved into a smile.

She took back what she thought about him not flustering her. “Don’t try to use that as an excuse!” She narrowed her eyes at him, then turned away and strode out of his room, ignoring the peals of laughter that floated after her.

She busied herself with her chores for the rest of the day, finally able to take a break right before dinner – Barbatos said he’d prepare the meal for tonight, so she was in the common room now, watching Lucifer and Satan play chess.

It was always interesting to watch the two brothers play. Both were equally skilled, though they had differing strategies – Lucifer favoured waiting and watching, and he usually took on a more defensive style of playing, while Satan was undeniably aggressive, even when it was his turn to play black. She didn’t have a great head for chess, but she knew that it was far more likely for the black side to lose simply because they didn’t have the privilege of making the first move.

But she liked to watch Satan think of ways to overcome that disadvantage. Every time he played against Lucifer, he would choose the black side, and she wondered if it was because he enjoyed challenging himself, or if there was some deeper reason guiding his decision. “Checkmate,” Satan announced, moving his knight.

Lucifer sighed. “Very well. You win this round. Though I will win tomorrow.” He glanced at her. “What does this bring our score to?”

“Thirty-thirty-one,” she answered. Throughout their regular chess matches, she had somehow assumed the position of their scorekeeper, and that was a role she took seriously. “Satan is currently in the lead.”

Satan gave his older brother a triumphant grin. “See? I told you it’s better to play offensively. Taking a defensive approach only serves to extend your suffering.”

“You only won one game more than I did. And rest assured, tomorrow will mark the start of your losing streak,” Lucifer answered. “Anyway. This has been delightful, but I have to speak with Diavolo about something, so I’ll leave you two to clean up.”

“You’re always talking to Diavolo.” Satan tilted his head, and there was a strangely malicious look in his eyes. “One would think you two are more than just…friends.”

“I have no need to answer to your curiosity,” Lucifer replied. His red gaze was cool. “Besides, you have better things to amuse yourself with than my affairs, Satan.”

It was a subtle warning for the fourth-born to stop questioning; she half-expected him to ignore Lucifer, but instead, Satan glanced at her and shrugged. “Whatever you say,” he hummed, and with a quick word of farewell, Lucifer walked out of the common room. Satan sighed and relaxed into his chair, stretching gracefully – she couldn’t help but be reminded of a cat. “Why are you still standing around?”

She jumped. “Oh. Sorry.” She hesitated, unsure of what he wanted her to do.

He chuckled. “Don’t apologise. Talk to me for a while. I’ve some time until I have to go out.” His gaze lingered on her, and she swallowed as she settled on the seat Lucifer had vacated, suddenly aware of just how intense his green eyes were.

“Where are you going?” she asked, trying to distract herself.

Satan exhaled. “Meeting Mammon. He said he needed a little help in town. Likely some scheme to trick yet another wealthy noblewoman into parting with her money, but anyone foolish enough to trust Mammon deserves what they get.”

Mammon. The second-oldest brother. She hardly ever saw him – he stayed out of the mansion most of the time, preferring to linger in the town’s illegal gambling dens, though he seemed friendly enough. “I didn’t know you two were close.”

“Close? Not really. But someone needs to keep an eye on him. We can’t have an angry mob running him out of town now, can we?” There was something charming about the roguish smile on his face. “Do you like to play chess?”

“I like watching you and Lucifer play. But I’m not fantastic at it,” she confessed. She knew the rules, and she had played a few games before with some of the residents, but she had never won. “You’d probably get bored if you play against me.”

“Hm. How bad could you possibly be?” He leant a little closer, and she felt trapped by those green eyes, unable to tear her gaze away from him. “I’m quite interested now. Why don’t we play one round? Whoever wins will get a favour from the loser.”

“That’s not fair. I’d lose for sure.” There was no chance at all that she’d come close to beating him in chess. She’d be surprised if the game lasted even ten minutes.

Something flickered in his eyes, an emotion she was unable to identify. “Well, I wouldn’t want to be accused of bullying a lady. How about this? You get two moves every turn while I get one. That should give you a distinct advantage, shouldn’t it?”

She hesitated. Even then, she wasn’t sure if she stood a fighting chance, but he was looking expectantly at her and she found it difficult to say no. What was the worst that could happen? At most he might ask her to bring dinner up to his room for a month or something. “Fine. If I beat you then you will owe me a favour, right?”

Satan nodded. “And vice-versa. But don’t worry, even if I win, I wouldn’t make you do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

He seemed trustworthy. She didn’t doubt his words, though it was somewhat discouraging to hear him talk as if he had already won. They began to play – he allowed her to make the first move, but even then, it wasn’t long before he turned the tables on her. It seemed like not even fifteen minutes had passed before he declared checkmate and she collapsed back into her chair, soundly defeated.

“I should have known better than to play against you, even with a handicap,” she huffed, eyeing Satan as he gave her a satisfied grin, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “That was outright bullying. Our skill levels are simply too different.”

“You agreed to the game with all its conditions.” His smile faded, being replaced by something more thoughtful. “And I already know what I’d like you to do.”

His favour. She wondered what he wanted from her. Satan didn’t say anything for a while, and as the silence stretched on, she began to feel uncomfortable, fidgeting a little in her seat. Finally, he cleared his throat. “Come here,” he invited.

She wasn’t sure what he had planned, but she approached him anyway. At first, she made sure there was a respectable distance between them, yet still, he beckoned her closer. When she was finally near enough, he grabbed her wrist and drew her to him, a little gasp of surprise escaping her mouth as she stumbled into his armchair.

He caught her before she fell onto his lap, one hand holding her up by the waist, his other still wrapped around her wrist. Her breath froze as she realised that she was right above him – his face was tilted upwards, his gaze fixed intently on her. “You’re so naïve sometimes,” he whispered, “but I think that’s what I find the most interesting about you. How you can continue to waltz around this place, completely unaware of how much danger you’re in.” His hand left her wrist, reaching up to her cheek.

His fingers lingered close to her, but he didn’t touch, and she tensed at just how close he was – her heart was hammering in her chest, and she found it difficult to focus on his words. “Diavolo promised that I’d be safe here,” she breathed.

“There’s only so much protection Diavolo can offer,” he replied. His fingers drifted down, hovering near her chin now. Still, he didn’t touch her. “The thing about our kind is that when we desire something, we become almost impossible to reason with.”

“And is there something you desire?” she asked – the words slipped out naturally, though her mind was racing, maybe from panic or nervousness or something else entirely. At her question, he tugged lightly on her waist and she fell forward onto him, settling comfortably on his lap. Her first instinct was to leap right off, but his grip on her tightened and she found she was unable to move.

“Of course. We all desire one thing above anything else.” He touched her chin then and she jerked, startled by how delicate his touch was – he tipped her head back, forcing her to bare her throat, and she stiffened, wondering if he was about to bite.

Should she scream? She wanted to – she had half a mind to. But he shushed her, almost as though he could read her mind. “Let’s not make too much noise now.” His voice was a murmur, alluring, enticing. “You owe me a favour, don’t you?”

“And this is what you want? My blood?” She had intended for her words to sound accusatory, but they lacked any real heat, and she saw his lips curve up – there was the barest hint of fang in that smile, and a shiver ran down her spine. “You said you wouldn’t ask for anything that made me feel uncomfortable!” she protested.

He nodded. “I did. But do you want me to stop?” he asked, and he sounded genuinely curious – she wanted to say yes, she wanted to tell him to stop and let her go right now, but when she opened her mouth to speak, her voice failed her.

He lowered his head and pressed his lips against the hollow of her throat, and she moaned, twitching when she felt the tips of his fangs press softly into her skin. “I’m not going to bite unless you say I can,” he told her. It was difficult not to reach up and run her fingers through his silky golden hair, to just let herself sink into the temptation he offered. It’ll feel good, his eyes seemed to tell her. There will be no pain. And she wanted to believe him.

His lips trailed down from her neck to her shoulder, one of his hands tugging at the collar of her shirt, exposing her skin to the cool air. She felt vulnerable like this, but there was no urge to push him away – her head lolled back, and she exhaled. “Why do you want my blood?” she asked, her voice the softest of murmurs.

“Do you know how sweet you smell?” Satan sounded almost plaintive. “All these times you lingered, watching me and Lucifer – it’s so difficult to concentrate when you’re standing there, looking so innocent…and so distracted.” His finger traced a line down her throat, and she had to bite her lip so that she wouldn’t cry out. “You’re a precious little lamb hiding in a den full of wolves. Shouldn’t you be more careful?”

Little lamb. The two words pierced right through her and suddenly she remembered a lazy smile and light orange eyes, eyes that sometimes looked almost the colour of blood – she nearly fell out of Satan’s lap in shock, thankfully catching her balance before she collapsed onto the floor. He stared at her, surprise in his green eyes, but she couldn’t focus on him now. The skin where his lips, his fangs had touched was burning hot, but she ran out of the common room, heading up the stairs.

She didn’t know why. She just had a sudden awful feeling, like something was sinking in the pit of her stomach. She went to Asmodeus’ room and tried the door, grateful when it opened without any difficulty. “Asmodeus?” she called.

The room was empty. She glanced around, wondering where he was – she was certain that he hadn’t left the mansion – but then suddenly the door shifted and she felt a lean arm wrap around her waist, keeping her still. Slender fingers touched her chin and tipped her head sideways. “Why are you here?” he breathed.

His voice was strained. She had never heard him sounding this way before. “I got the feeling that something was wrong,” she answered, and his grip on her tightened in response. “I thought I’d better come and check on you, just in case.”

“You have quite an uncanny sixth sense, don’t you, little lamb?” he rasped, and she felt his breath against her ear, making her shiver. “Did you know? Vampires are very possessive creatures. Territorial, even.” He paused. “You smell just like Satan.”

“Are you all right?” She tried to turn to look at him, but his grip on her was firm and she was practically immobile. Asmodeus didn’t say anything for a moment, though he leant back against his door, slowly closing it. It clicked shut with a solemn finality.

Maybe she ought to be more afraid. He wasn’t his usual self, and Asmodeus was, at the end of the day, a vampire – but she didn’t fear him. This mansion was the home of several dangerous men, but he had never once made her feel unsafe. Granted, his casual flirting and his teasing smiles confused her sometimes, but he had never tried to attack her, never once even hinted that he was interested in feeding on her.

“I’m not all right,” he finally said, his voice low. “I don’t like knowing that one of my brothers tried to bite you. I don’t like knowing just how ready you were to give in.”

“How did you know…?” Her head was pressed to his chest, and she could hear his heart. It was beating fast, so fast that she was a little concerned. This wasn’t normal.

“I needed some air. When I went down the stairs, I happened to hear everything that was going on in the common room. Neither of you was particularly subtle, you know.” His grip on her slackened, but she didn’t try to step away, uncertain about how he might respond. “Weren’t you about to let him sink his fangs into your pretty neck?”

“No, I wasn’t.” At least she didn’t think she would have. She slowly turned her head, looking up at him, and noticed with a jolt that his eyes were now a bright, vivid ruby, the same shade of red as Lucifer’s. “But would you have minded if I was?”

His eyes widened for a second, then he gave her that familiar breezy smile, laughing gently, letting go of her – she would have believed everything was fine if she didn’t notice his fingers clenched into fists at his sides. “No, I wouldn’t have. Feel free to offer your blood to anyone in this mansion, darling.” His smile was beginning to look forced. “Though I would tell you to be careful. I recall losing too much blood can be fatal for humans.”

“Do you want my blood then, Asmodeus?” He paused, glancing away from her, his eyelids lowering – his eyelashes were long and thick, and she was a little envious of just how pretty he was. “Because you’ve been behaving strangely ever since I came to your room. It’s almost as if you don’t like the thought of me being with Satan.”

Under normal circumstances, Asmodeus would have laughed it off and told her to have a good time. That was simply the kind of person he was. He glanced up at her then and she noticed that he looked almost upset. “Am I supposed to be happy for you?” he asked. “Do you want me to laugh and smile, and pretend that everything is fine? I can do that if you want me to. If that would make you more comfortable.”

She paused for a moment, just staring at him. Finally, she sighed. “What’s wrong?” she asked, a corner of her mind surprised at the way this conversation was going. He was the last person she thought she would ever have to press for an answer.

Asmodeus was so carefree and easy-going most of the time. Compared to the rest, he was practically an open book. Or so she thought. “Nothing,” he muttered. “I’m just…a little tired. You should go and enjoy yourself. Do something fun for once.”

Was he chasing her out? Something was definitely wrong. “No, I’m not leaving this spot until you tell me what’s going on,” she retorted. She wasn’t entirely sure why she was so insistent on being told the truth – all she knew was that Asmodeus wasn’t his usual self and she was concerned about him. He refused to look at her, his lips pressed stubbornly together, and she looked around, wondering how she could make him talk.

Her gaze landed on a letter opener he had left on his desk, and a sudden idea came to mind. She didn’t stop to think about whether it was a good idea or not – she just picked up the tool and studied its sharp edge. She could feel Asmodeus staring at her. She glanced at him, and he seemed transfixed by the tiny blade in her hand.

She drew a deep breath and raised the letter opener. His warning shout came too late, and she cut her open palm with the blade, the sudden pain making her gasp. The letter opener fell to the floor with a clatter, and she looked up from the wound – Asmodeus was still watching her, something almost like anguish in his eyes.

The cut wasn’t deep. But when she clenched her fingers, the thin line of crimson wept, bright red trickling down her wrist. “Asmodeus,” she said. “Look at me.”

For a moment she wondered if he even heard her, but then his gaze flicked up to her and she stretched her hand out, offering it to him. “You can drink if you want,” she told him, wondering if he’d take up her offer, wondering if he’d –

Asmodeus grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards him. But he didn’t do anything else, just staring at the bloodied hand in his grasp, his chest heaving. “What were you thinking, darling?” he asked, his voice husky. “You don’t tease a vampire like this. There are other ways to attract my attention. Safer ways.”

“I want you to bite me.” When she said those words, she realised that they were true – that no matter how good Satan made her feel, Asmodeus constantly lingered in the back of her mind, his smile and his silky hair and his uniquely sweet scent drawing her attention away. If she was going to be bitten by anyone, if she were to find out first-hand just how good a vampire’s bite was, then she wanted it to be him.

Infuriating, gorgeous Asmodeus who laughed with the careless abandon of a man who owned everything in the world. A man who knew just how handsome he was and who could choose to amuse himself with anyone he wanted. A man that most women could only dream of, who now stared at her with a look of indescribable hunger on his face. She wondered how long it had been since he last spent the night with someone.

“Are you sure, little lamb?” he whispered. “If you offer me something so precious, there’s no turning back. I’m not the kind who likes to share.”

She nodded. She didn’t just offer her blood to anyone, either. Her heart and her mind were ensnared by thoughts of this man – when was the last time a day went past without her thinking about Asmodeus? She couldn’t remember.

“How long has it been since you last drank?” she asked. His eyes darkened at the question; instead of answering, he raised her hand to his mouth, his lips pressing delicate kisses up her wrist to her palm. His tongue flicked out, running over the wound, and she gasped – it didn’t hurt, but that touch alone made her tremble. “Last night was the first night you stayed out in a while.”

She was surprised she could still talk normally. His nearness was making her mind fuzzy. “I didn’t go anywhere last night,” he mumbled, not meeting her gaze. “Just couldn’t sleep. I went out for a walk. Didn’t end up drinking from anyone.”

Before she could ask anything else, he bared his fangs and the next thing she knew they were piercing her skin, and a soft cry left her lips, the brief sting quickly replaced by an overwhelming sense of pleasure that radiated from her hand to the rest of her body. “Asmodeus…” Did that breathy voice belong to her? She felt her knees give way, but his other arm caught her, preventing her from falling to the ground.

She never knew such euphoria was possible. She was floating, and her head felt ridiculously light. She couldn’t move any part of her body, and she didn’t want to either. He was slow and careful, not allowing a single drop of blood to hit the ground, and she whimpered when he sucked gently on the wound. He looked almost dazed, and she thought woozily about how beautiful he was, drinking from her like this. “Asmodeus,” she repeated, her voice weak, trying to reach for his face.

He released her hand, running his tongue once again over the cut, giving her palm a tender kiss. His eyes almost seemed to shimmer, and for a moment neither of them said a word – then he scooped her into his arms and deposited her on his bed, his hand gently cupping her cheek. “You should rest. You lost a fair bit of blood,” he told her.

“I want you.” She sounded stronger than she felt, and she saw his shoulders stiffen – he glanced at her, and she thought that this hesitance was very different from the Asmodeus she was used to. “I want you, Asmodeus. I’ve wanted you for a while.”

He sighed. “Darling…” But he didn’t resist when she feebly latched onto his collar, going along when she pulled him onto her. He held himself up, careful not to lie on her, and she tugged at his collar, frowning at him. “If I had known that biting you would make you behave like this, then I would have bitten you sooner.” He shook his head, though there was a small smirk on his face. “Aren’t you tired, my little lamb?”

“No.” She thought about the pleasure his bite had brought her and she shuddered, moaning again. “Come here.” She cupped his face and he laughed into her mouth when she pulled him down to kiss her. He lowered himself gently onto her, and she squirmed under his weight, enjoying the sensation of his body against hers.

“Are you only doing this because you want me to bite you again?” he whispered. “I have to admit that you’re confusing me. Just this morning you were running away from my room, and now you’re in my bed, you’ve given me your blood…have you been possessed by a demon, perhaps?” But she could see the hope that hid in his eyes, sense it in the way he pulled back, waiting for her to give him an answer.

“Do you love me?” she asked instead, and he flinched at the question – her hands reached up to run through his silky hair, and she felt him relax a little at her touch.

“Love is such a fickle thing,” he murmured. “I could tell you yes today, but would it still be the same tomorrow?” His gaze softened. “What I can tell you is that I want to protect you. I want to see you smile. I like how you blush and turn away whenever I tease you. I don’t know about love, but you’re undeniably precious to me.”

The look on his face made her chest ache. “Who hurt you, Asmodeus?” she asked, sliding a hand down the side of his face to rest on his cheek.

He chuckled. “No one you need to care about.” His eyes darkened and she sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck when he kissed her again, this time a deeper, hungrier kiss – her body jerked when he ground his hips against her, and she pulled back, her cheeks flushed. “Yes. Keep looking at me like that,” he breathed, his gaze flitting all over her face. “I love seeing how flustered you get around me.”

He ground his hips against her again, slowly this time, and her legs instinctively fell open, cradling him between her thighs. He lowered his head, his mouth trailing soft kisses across her neck, and her eyelids fluttered as she whimpered, getting dizzy from his touch, from his intoxicating scent. He groaned. “The women who flock to me pale in comparison to you, sweetheart,” he whispered, his breath ghosting against her ear.

“You’re a known womaniser. I ought to be more careful,” she gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders when he slipped a hand between her thighs, underneath her skirt. Her skin tingled wherever he touched. “Asmodeus…”

“It’s been more than a month since I last slept with anyone,” he confessed, the ring of reverence in his words. “I can’t think about other women. They’re mere distractions, while I’m nothing but a fool, yearning for someone who only ever spurns my advances.” But his fingers inched up her thigh and she certainly wasn’t resisting now, her head jerking back into his pillows when he finally stroked her through her underwear. She was already wet.

“You must be really thirsty…” She wasn’t so far gone that she failed to realise the implications of his words. Asmodeus didn’t take his meals with the rest of the residents. He complained that bottled blood tasted stale. And if he hadn’t been with anyone for a month – “How did you manage to survive without drinking for that long?”

“I did feed. Sometimes. I just didn’t bed them. They didn’t interest me.” He nipped at her neck and she yelped, feeling his teeth graze her skin. “Their blood tasted so bland. They were nothing like this. Nothing like you.”

His fingers worked their way beneath her panties, and she sighed when he spread her damp folds, his slender fingers sliding languidly against her wet sex. “But enough about me. Tonight, I’m going to make you feel so good, you won’t want to leave this bed,” he promised. When she looked into his gorgeous eyes, she couldn’t help but believe him.

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LOVE AGAIN [preview] | jjk

Pairing | Jungkook x Reader

Genre | Fluff (lots of it), Angst + f2l!au and hopeless pining that might frustrate you bc it frustrated me. There’s also a large amount of reader x hoseok crackhead-assery going on, bantering, and tons of vine references. I’m that crackhead.

Warnings | There’s lots of swearing that comes with the endless bantering.

Summary | Jungkook comes back home from studying abroad in hopes of mending his broken heart with the help of his best friends. With a long-gone two-year relationship and a broken heart, it takes only one summer, two cupid best friends, and unending blind dates for Jungkook to find the one, and she may be closer than he thinks.

Est. Release Date | Late September (why do I always procrastinate?)

Or, alternatively: have you always looked this pretty?

Childhood crushes are called childhood crushes because they remain a part of your childhood memories. They were never meant to be brought up again and they were never meant to blossom into something more. But why is it that this ‘childhood crush’ of yours had managed to blossom into harbored feelings and hopeless pining? You definitely did not sign up for this, especially when these harbored feelings you have within the confines of your heart are for your best friend, Jungkook. 

Everyone knows about Jungkook’s special place in your heart except for him. You’re not quite sure when you started seeing Jungkook in a different light, where his eyes would sparkle whenever you looked at them or where your stares lingered on him a bit longer than it should. 

Of course, you expected things to turn out this way. Being best friends with someone of the opposite sex is similar to a math equation, where girl + boy = one catches feelings. One practically wins the love lottery if the other party returns the same feelings. But in your case, you will never win the jackpot prize.

“Here’s the game plan,” Hoseok rolls out a large blueprint across the dining table. You glance at Hoseok in pure judgement. He looks at you questioningly. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Are you actually being serious about this?” You question and he nods his head, completely innocent. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“No, I’m serious!” He exclaims. “I’m serious that this will work.”

“I don’t remember agreeing to this...” Jungkook says softly and scratches the back of his neck. The both of you share a look.

“This, I present you, is How to Find Love Again.” Hoseok pulls out a medium-sized pointer and at this very moment in time, you think you have lost it. 

“Are you sure this is going to work? He’s literally just gotten out of a relationship.”

“I’m sure it’s going to work, so just zip it.” Hoseok snaps at you and you raise up your hands in defense. “Listen here, kid, if you want to fall in love again and move on from your cheating ex, this is what you do.”

“What if it doesn’t turn out well?”

“Who said that love was easy?” Hoseok scoffs. “That’s not the point here, Jeon. Love never turns out well. There will always be obstacles to overcome, which is why I’ve made this plan for you, you ungrateful prune.”

“Seems convincing,” Jungkook says with much thought, and you look at him as if he’s gone mental. He looks back at you. “What? It seems liable.”

“Can’t we just, I don’t know, approach this situation the most efficient way possible, where Jungkook lets love find him instead—”

“Alright! Let’s get to it!” Hoseok exclaims and points at the first stage on the blueprint. “First stage, blind dates.”

“Blind dates?” You scoff.

“You will go out on a series of blind dates. Maybe the way you’re meeting people is wrong.” 

“And you think that’s going to be easy?” You question.

“Yes. Don’t you?” Hoseok smirks. “Anyways, once you get through the blind dates and you finally find the perfect candidate, we then move on to the second stage; take her out on a round of dates, get to know her more, ask her to be your girlfriend, yada, yada, yada.”

“Are we clearly just going to skip out on the fact that she could potentially be plotting Jungkook’s death and possibly murder him—”

“Once that stage is done successfully, then it brings us to the third and final stage,” Hoseok smirks, his pointer landing on the third stage, which is purposely written a lot more larger than the other stages. “We plot your revenge on your cheating ex.”

“I don’t think this is how falling in love again is supposed to end up like—”

Hoseok cuts you off. “It’ll be just for laughs. As your best friend, I just really want to see your ex suffer.”

“Sounds perfect.” Jungkook smiles. “I’m down. When do we start?”

Hoseok glances at the both of you before flashing a grin, “tomorrow.”

Twelve years of friendship has given you enough time to become a pro at harboring strong feelings for your best friend. But somehow it seems like Hoseok had forgotten that you’ve been doing nothing but hopelessly and painfully pine over your best friend who doesn’t seem to pick up the idea that you’re in love with him. 

It was almost as if Hoseok was challenging you. His voice starts to echo in your head, chanting ‘just confess’, as if that was the easiest thing to do. And then it hits you. This isn’t just a plan for Jungkook, it’s also a plan for you. 

As you glance at Hoseok, you’re a bit caught off guard to see him already staring at you. He flashes you a smirk. You smooth dickhead. I know exactly what you’re trying to do. You scoff to yourself. 

But as you are completely and utterly aware of the fact that pushing these feelings aside could only have its consequences for you, you’d rather keep them aside if it meant that you wouldn’t lose Jungkook. And you say it with your whole chest that losing Jungkook is the worst thing that could happen to you.

Scratch that. Maybe the worst thing that could happen is Jungkook meeting her.

And it’s not you.

message me here! pls give me all the motivation you could give because a girl is suffering and that girl is me. also i’m pretty new to this whole thing so pls pls pls words of encouragement and advice is very much appreciated!

i hope you enjoyed this preview. it’s not much but it’ll get me through this drought. once i’ve got the whole fic posted, i’ll share the playlist that inspired it. but for now, i’ll just mope in more sadness and procrastinate even more because that’s my only talent.

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[lotura-archive]

Hey i was wondering. Do you have any headcannoms fir lotor if he went to earth wirh the palidans i seaso. 7 instead of qhat happened in cannon and other random headcannons on lotor? Mine would be that he would be VERY fond of sweets like cakes and pies.

Hi, timberwolf012! Thanks so much for your note! It’s funny, I was thinking about this very topic just a few days ago, haha. I totally agree he’d love sweet things! Here’s some of my head canons for if Lotor ever visited Earth (assuming that the latter half of s6 didn’t happen): 

Lotor adores Earth fantasy/fairy tales based off what he’s learned from Pidge’s book and movie collection. So he finds the nearest Renaissance fair and walks around without disguise, claiming he is a Fae prince. The children adore him and bring him flowers. He graciously accepts a flower crown and wears it for the full day.  

Allura, outside of such fairs and comic conventions, has to help Lotor disguise himself to fit in with human locals. (He never learned how to control that part of his Altean blood.) She helps him shapeshift rounded ears and a skin tone matching that of his mother’s, Honerva. She catches him staring in a mirror or reflective surface often. 

Department store shopping is an adventure, because he is a tactile person and has to touch all the different fabrics. The problem? He buys the same outfit every time. Allura is secretly frustrated. 

Lotor demands to Galaxy Garrison that they treat Allura with all the honor due her station as a princess and intergalactic diplomat—he does not understand why they don’t stand for her when she enters a room and why they don’t bow. Allura tries to deescalate the issue, but secretly she is pleased. 

It rains on Earth. Lotor loves rain. And various teas. And sitting in front of big windows. Pidge suspects he might be part cat. 

He tries coffee, various cocktails, and a 5-hour energy drink, and the next thing the paladins know, he’s learning Spanish from Lance and memes from Pidge, shouting a mix of “Victory or death” and “Wakanda forever!” in the midst of a laser tag war with some of the Galaxy Garrison cadets. He has a massive headache when he wakes up the next day, but he is the new favorite alien on the base, and he takes pride in that. 

Does he look like the cadet James Griffin? When he shapeshifts into his human disguise, many people mistake him as perhaps the cadet’s older half-brother. As Lotor has never had siblings, he suddenly feels protective over the young pilot and his team and offers tactical advice to the young ones, just as he does for the paladins. 

He loves all the wondrous stories humans have about half-breeds. He works to collect Inuyasha, The Holy Pearl, Star Trek, Vampire Hunter D, and Guardians of the Galaxy, among others. Spock is probably his favorite hybrid, though. Because he is the logical choice. 

“Allura, if the humans want to build this…Atlas ship, it needs to transform. Just think, Voltron, the Sincline ships, and Atlas—defenders of the universe, together! It would be a glorious testament to our alliance and its representation, with checks and balances to ensure that no singular race can overcome the other.” 

Sam Holt notices Lotor always pulls away from the teams whenever their families are around, and so he tries to involve Lotor in the building of the Atlas and goes out of his way to ensure Lotor and Allura feel welcome eating with his family in the mess hall. 

Lotor is often called away to deal with reports about his empire and to settle concerns from his slowly growing list of loyal generals. It leaves him a bit bleary-eyed. Dayak often cuts into the transmissions to bother him about various things—identifying potential candidates for the title as his Blood Empress (which makes him roll his eyes), the last-known whereabouts of Haggar, and “Just when is that yellow paladin named Hunk going to return to fight me to the death? This is very rude, to leave an old woman waiting for a battle. Perhaps I shall come to visit you all—"

Lotor accidentally eats a pot brownie offered to him at a city market, ends up watching space movies like Interstellar and The Martian, and starts crying about the beauty of human perseverance and connection across vast distances of space. 

He thinks cars are great fun and wants to buy a Bugatti, but then pouts when he realizes how expensive they are. 

Lotor’s in awe of all the Earth cultures. He makes a vow to visit every single country at some point because the diversity makes his explorer/scholar-heart just squish in delight. 

He saves a cat with a broken leg and carries it around in a sling until they can find a veterinarian. The cat becomes a resident at the Galaxy Garrison and gains the name Lieutenant. 

The paladins discover they cannot take Lotor to a grocery store. Lotor has a habit of looking at the brand information for each individual food item, critiquing the marketing tactics and declaring that he will find the best one out of all the options. At some point, Allura has to grab him by the ear and yank him away from the various jars of salsa. He still manages to grab a few while she drags him along. 

Lotor likes salsa. And baklava. And basically any kind of food. It all rounds back to his love of human culture and its diversity. 

Fast food? Not as fast as food goo, but a thousand times tastier. 

The Galaxy Garrison has a state-of-the-art training court, and the entire Garrison has running bets on whether Lotor or Allura would win in a fight. Most people initially assume Lotor would win, but then they watch Allura body-slam Lotor to the floor like a boss, and several people change their bets. Their combat matches often end in a draw, which makes the rivalry heighten all the more. 

Coran starts up a Monsters & Mana guild at the Galaxy Garrison. Lotor joins the game as a bard and dumps all of his points into charisma. Allura has to save him often, but he charms anyone they encounter. He often rolls to seduce until Coran puts a limit on how many times he can do that. 

Lotor has to sometimes stop himself from tripping Admiral Sanda and wonders if there is a legal way to get her kicked off the base. Or if anyone would miss her if she suddenly…disappeared. 

The chaos of the Garrison occasionally wears on his nerves (so many people, so many young ones trying to prove themselves, loudly). And so he shapeshifts to his human disguise and leaves to take a walk in the nearby city park. Sometimes, an equally stressed Allura joins him. As they walk, they hold hands and say nothing and everything at the same time. 

Lotor can’t hold down alcohol due to his Galran biology and is a major lightweight. This becomes a troublesome thing when Admiral Sanda insults Allura at a private dinner to discuss the imminent threat of the Fires of Purification. He does not remember how he insults Sanda, only that it has something to do with the backend of cows. The Earth generals are very careful after that to keep Admiral Sanda out of his sight. Secretly, several of them thank him for saying what everyone has wanted to for apparently the last fifteen years. Allura kisses him for it but then pokes his chest and says she can fight her own battles, thank you very much. He thinks all of it is a fantasy from his hangover. 

He learns about Halloween from the paladins and cadets. Apparently, the Galaxy Garrison partners with the nearby town and opens its doors for the little children to do something called “trick or treating,” and all the officers offering candy dress up, like in a masquerade. Everyone tells him that he and Allura should dress up together. He tries not to overthink it and so suggests they present as the Fae King and Queen of the Unseelie Court. His heart stops when he sees Allura in a shimmery, elfin dress. He eats a lot of candy to keep his mouth busy from saying something not meant for children’s ears. Oddly, Allura does the same thing. 

Lotor decorates his room at Galaxy Garrison with books, schematics, a few drawings from Pidge, an odd set of Christmas lights he finds in a forgotten box, his collection of shows about half-breeds, and pictures others have given him of himself surrounded by friends, smiling brightly. 

He very quickly decides that he likes Earth. 

This is all I got for now, but I had fun thinking about head canons! Thanks again!

[quxntumvandyne]

Mario Kart (VisionxReader)

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: none

Summary: A boring day at the Avengers complex brings on the idea of you teaching Vision how to play video games to pass the time. All goes well until..

A/N: I’ve never written Vision before so I hope this went okay! Thank you Minnie for the request dearest! @minnie-marvel

MASTERLIST 

 . . . . .

“So the number 1 button does what again?”

You tried your hardest not to laugh at Vision’s poor attempt to understand how the game controls worked but were seriously failing. You and Vision had the day to yourselves, with most of the other Avengers out on other business. You decided to make today a bit more interesting with you teaching Vision something new. Mr. Stark didn’t have much of a selection for the Wii, but you made do with some Mario Kart.

“Y/N, how do you remember all this?” Vision asked.

“Well, I guess I could ask you the same question, about basically anything since you’re the smartest person I know, Vis.” You replied, finding it amusing that Vision was having such a difficult time understanding how to play a game you’d been playing since middle school.

“I am not a person, Y/N. My memory all comes from how Mr. Stark made J.A.R.V.I.S. Although sometimes I do wish I was a real person.” Vision said.

You and Vis had had this conversation before, talking about how different your friendship would be if he was an actual person, but it never stood in the way of you two having a good time together. Vision had taught you to be more patient, while you had shown him more of human life and to adapt to the strange human world better. You and Vision had a special relationship, one that no one understood except you two and you hadn’t told anybody, but you wanted your relationship to evolve with Vision. You wanted to be more than just his friend.

Together on the couch, you explained again, while the game was loading, how the controls worked. He seemed to finally understand how the controls worked and you both started to design your car.

The first lap of the first game had started, but little did you know that while you were setting up, Vision had been gathering some quick knowledge about Mario Kart and had a pretty good idea of how it would play out.

Vision wasn’t always sneaky, but he was clever when he wanted to be.

 “How in the HELL are you so far ahead of me?!?!” You shrieked, utterly confused at how good Vision was at this game.

“Well, I guess some things just come naturally to me?” Vision said, as innocently as he could with that cute smirk of his. Vision had come to enjoy your sarcastic ways and occasionally, like today, he would throw little comments like this right back at you that seem innocent, but his face gives it all away.

“Oh shut up, you dork,” you replied, giggling like crazy and shoving him lightly on the couch, to which he barely moved. “Alright, I’m challenging you because nobody has ever beaten me this bad at MarioKart. If you win this next round, I’ll help you cook dinner whenever you want for a month.

You weren’t exactly handy in the kitchen, although Vision had recently become an excellent chef. He had asked you before to help him in the kitchen, but you never wanted to mess anything up for him so you just stayed out of way. You didn’t want to disappoint Vis, but you thought it best to leave him to do dinner his way.

However, you knew this idea would excite him so he would really try to win. Maybe that wasn't good for you, but better to make it a fair game.

“Sounds lovely to me, Y/N. But, what will be your end of the bargain dear?” Vision said, scooting a bit closer to you, obviously making you blush.

You thought to yourself, what would you want from Vision?

And it clicked.

The thought of it being too personal or too uncomfortable ran through your head, because under no circumstances did you want to ruin your relationship with Vis. But, you had been growing closer with him recently and you had realized that you developed feelings for him. Stronger than just friendship.

Well, if this doesn’t work out, things will be awkward. But if it does?

You smiled and decided to follow through.

“You have to kiss me.” You said, as suavely and confidently as you could.

It seems to have come off like that, because even though Vis couldn’t physically blush, you could tell he was flattered and was not expecting it at all.

He quickly reverted to his smirk and replied.

“We have a deal, Miss Y/N.”

 3,2…1!

 You and Vis both zoomed down the track, you easily get a head start as you always do, determined to overcome Vision’s suddenly outstanding ability at winning at Mario Kart. Which was just as infuriating as him making sarcastic comments.

You were now on the second lap, you in the lead but Vision was right on your tail. You couldn’t even look at each other, you were both so focused on the race, both of your eyes glued to the television. You threw out a banana behind you, in an attempt to slow Vision down. It hit him in perfect timing for you to start the final lap and three other cars had now passed Vision.

Halfway through the last lap, things seemed to be looking up for you as you were still in first, worlds away from Vision had he had slipped to 9th place. You were about to cross the finish line and you weren’t letting anything stop you now.

 WINNER!

 “YES!” You shrieked, jumping on top of the couch, jumping up and down and dancing. You had finally beat him once after a full day of losing to him and you could not have been happier. You ran out of breath and flopped back down on the couch to Vision just smiling at you, seeming so happy to see you happy. You put your head on his shoulder and took a deep breath in, and blew it out slowly. You hadn’t realized how tired you were after playing a full day of video games, but you suddenly could feel Vision’s eyes on you and you picked your head up to meet his.

You had never been so close to Vision’s face before and you could see just how blue and yet how gray his eyes were. They were so distinct and unlike anything you had ever seen before. It felt like you had been staring just at his eyes for years when you had the sudden urge to look at his lips and Vision did the same. Vision made the final move and closed the space between your lips.

You had been kissed before, but it had been only in high school. This was different on a number of levels for a number of reasons. For one, you actually had strong feelings for the person you were currently kissing.

Vision’s lips were cold compared to your warm ones, but it felt right and his hand was on your cheek very lightly. The connection you two made caused goosebumps to run down your whole body and you could feel the warmth inside your chest, realizing how happy this moment made you feel. You pulled away first, still shocked that he actually had kissed you in the first place. Your eyes were still closed but you could feel Vision staring at you again, so you opened your eyes to meet his. He smiled sweetly at you, his hand still on your face as you held the outside of his hand in your own.

“I have the feeling that you let me win that round,” you told Vision quietly, your eyes never leaving his.

“You think?”

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[cheekpockets-q]

Jealousy // The Boyz

genre: fluff/jealousy

word count: about 400 per member

pairing: Q x reader, Hyunjae x reader, Eric x reader, Younghoon x reader

summary: the members start to get jealous when you’re around another member

Q

Q always knew himself well. He knew that he may not be the best singer within the group, but he is definitely the best dancer and has many well-known charms. Thus, he didn’t consider himself to be the jealous type when the other boys would be around you, and he knew each of them well enough to know they wouldn’t make any advances on you. However, he didn’t expect your relationship with Younghoon to be so close. Of course, Q knew that Younghoon was the visual out of the group, but he also knew that you wouldn’t go directly for looks. Over time, he found out that you both bonded over video games, watching you and Younghoon teasingly push each other with the gaming controllers to try and win. Q wasn’t the best at video games, thus he never felt the need to be competitive. However, watching the way Younghoon would try to tickle you to distract you or wrap his arms around you to cover your eyes, Q would feel confused and would often try to talk you out of playing video games with Younghoon by constantly wanting to have “dance practices” or always needing to “buy groceries”. He would always try to jokingly steal you away by quite literally picking you up and making you have one on one time with him. Later, when you were visibly frustrated with his behavior, he’d sulk and admit his jealousy when you were both constantly close to one another. Seeing your face soften and hearing you giggle, he knew straight away that he’d been silly to be jealous. He’d slump to the floor with his head hung between his knees, scratching his head and glancing up cautiously with an apologetic smile. You’d walk over to him and give him a soft flick to the head and sit in his lap, allowing his arms to wrap around you with your head resting on his chest.

Q: “I’m sorry, Y/N…I know I’m not usually jealous, but that doesn’t make up for what I did. I promise I won’t make you do any more dance practices for a whole week, okay?”  

Y/N: “Aaand?”

Q: “And I’ll buy all of our groceries.” He smiled, nuzzling his nose into your hair and breathing you in. “Even your favorite snacks too. Just stay with me, alright?”

Hyunjae

Hyunjae knew that out of many of the members, he was probably one of the most well rounded. He was great at singing, he was good-looking, and he was also good at dancing. Thus, he didn’t understand how you and Kevin would always be singing duets together, or why you’d say you were busy because you were going to practice ANOTHER song with Kevin. He knew that Kevin’s English was great, and that’s how you both got to become friends so quickly, however he didn’t know why you seemed to want to spend more time with Kevin than him. Thus, every time he knew you would have practice, he would come over and sit in between you both. Hyunjae would also try to always practice English with Eric and Jacob by always asking how to say something. Once, when Hyunjae tried to say a sentence in English during another duet practice, you and Kevin would always giggle harmlessly and try to correct him. Overcome with embarrassment and anger, he would tell both of you that your duets were always bad and storm out of the room. Shocked by his rude behavior, you’d slip back into your room and not spend time with Hyunjae for the rest of the day. You would hear a knock on your door that night and would open it to see a guilty-looking Hyunjae fumbling with his fingers in front of him.

Hyunjae: “I…I was just jealous that you would always sing with him, and you guys always speak English, and I’m not the best at English, and you guys always sound amazing together, and I-“

You’d stop his rambling with a hug. In shock and confusion, he’d slowly wrap his arms around your waist and look down at your face.

Y/N: “You’re amazing, Hyunjae. My friendship with Kevin will always be close, but our relationship is what always makes me feel at home with you.”

Seeing your genuine smile, Hyunjae would hide his own smile and look to the side, bringing his hands to pinch the bridge of his nose comically.

Hyunjae: “Ah... I messed up so bad... Please forgive me, Y/N."

Eric

Eric didn’t really care to be jealous. He knew that everyone considered you both to be the happy, energetic pair, and he had always felt proud of it. He would always find ways to make you happy when you were upset, and he knew that he was the best at it. But, then he would see you and his co-rapper, Sunwoo, always laughing loudly together or causing mischief with the other members as a pair, which made him pretty jealous. He wanted to be the sole person to make you laugh or to be the person you’d go to when teasing the other members. Not only was it frustrating to know that Sunwoo could make you so happy, but Eric also knew that Sunwoo was much more mature than him. Even though they were both the youngest in the group, he didn’t like that Sunwoo would always get more attention and respect because of his maturity. Thus, you found it really strange when you’d brought up the super immature joke from last week to find that he would make fun of you for saying something so stupid. He’d also try to change his fashion style to less vibrant colors, and even began talking less during the group meetings. Confused about his sudden change, you directly confronted him about his random behavior. When you opened his door, you could barely recognize the room with clothes and trash strewn about, much like Sunwoo’s room. However, in the corner of the room, you could see Eric giggling to the silly show you both used to watch before his uncharacteristic behavior. Eric would glance up to see you, and he would immediately try to hide his computer. However, already halfway across the room, you grabbed the computer out of his hands and ran away with it. Eric would try to run after you and would try to scold you for taking his things, but as the chase continued, you both flopped back onto his bed, laughing out of breath at the childish endeavor. You finally turned over and raised an eyebrow.

Eric: “Well,” He began, pushing a piece of hair out of your face. “Sunwoo is the person everyone goes to… He’s funny, smart, and mature.”

Y/N: “That doesn’t make up for every time you basically ignored me though. I don’t want you to be Sunwoo. I want you to be Eric.”

Eric: “You’re right. I’m really sorry… and look at the consequences! Can you believe I’ve been living like this? Look at how much I care about you, Y/N.” He waved his hand around the huge mess, and you both began to laugh at the silliness all over again.

Younghoon

Younghoon would always be just a little bit jealous whenever the other boys would have time with you. He really enjoyed when you both had alone time with one another, and how you could both calmly sit in his room and not do anything. He knew your friendships with the other boys would be inevitable, but he always felt a certain jealousy watching you and Haknyeon getting along. Unlike Younghoon, Haknyeon was always super outgoing, and you would both always find fun things to do together like going out to eat or watching funny videos together. At one point, you and Haknyeon started filming your food endeavors together, and you always came back home to show Younghoon of the fun he was missing out on. Thus, he’d mischievously hide your things whenever he heard about you guys going out to get food together. He’d hide your bag, your sneakers, and at one point he hid all of your jackets. While you were busy searching for your “lost” things, he’d always try to grab your sleeve or your wrist and tell you not to bother going out because “it’s cold” or “he’s sick”. However, because he could never lie to you, he’d help you “recover” your things anyways, and even give you a little money to relieve his own guilt. Afterward, he’d simply try to hang around you whenever you and Haknyeon went out. It would be quite silly to watch the footage because whenever Haknyeon would try to say something, Younghoon would take the camera and just film the both of you together, or he would always take the center of attention to himself. After the film, Haknyeon looked visibly annoyed so you would have a talk with Younghoon after the outing. You’d knock on his door and he would let you in, asking innocently what was wrong. However, with the look on your face, Younghoon knew he couldn’t pretend to not notice anymore and avoided looking at you.

Younghoon: “I don’t know… I get worried that I’m not a fun person like Haknyeon who is always excited and outgoing. I prefer to just stay at home and hang out with you… I’m sorry if I was being a nuisance, Y/N.”

Y/N: “Younghoon… I always love to be with you. I just wanted to hang out with Haknyeon because that’s our special thing. However, he can never replace our special time together either.

Younghoon’s face would light up again, and he’d reach for your hands and rub his thumbs across them.

Younghoon: “Really? Okay, then I’ll make sure you’ll always have fun with me.”

[phoenix-eve]

Shumako Children: Soji Amamiya-Niijima

WARNING: THIS IS AN OC TIED TO A FAN FICTION SERIES I’VE BEEN WORKING ON. IF NOT INTERESTED IN THE KIDS OF REN AND MAKOTO PLEASE TURN BACK. CERTAIN PARTS ARE ONLY UNDERSTANDABLE IF YOU’VE READ MY “FUTURE ARC” SERIES. SORRY FOR THIS RANDOM WARNING AND I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY. 

Soji Amamiya-Niijima Age 14-15 Soji is the second child and son of Ren and Makoto. Named in honor of Sojiro as Ren states that his pseudo-father figure is the reason that he was able to have such a wonderful life. Futaba swears to present day that when she left with her dad, the man was crying in response. Sojiro swears that's a lie. Unlike his sister, Soji was born without complications thanks to Lavenza after the Kana situation. The young boy was born with a strange condition where his hair color seemed to be a mix of brown and black hair; the latter being the color of the hair tips. Lavenza theorized it was due to the influence of Satanael and Anat; this pregnancy having no issues but still quite the phenomenon. He has a little bit of a round face, light gray eyes, and pale skin. There is a small scar on his left eyebrow from when a bully threw a rock at him when he was 6. Underneath his shirt, he wears a heart pendant at all times. Inside are two pictures- one of his mom and dad, the other of his sister; the pendant being from a friend of the family who told him to "Hold it close. For it will one day guide you." Also wears glasses even though no one knows if he ACTUALLY needs them or not. He refuses to tell anyone. Soji is a rather skittish young man who has a hard time connecting with people. From a young age, he was teased for his strange hair color and treated as if he was weird. After he was hit by that rock as a child, he grew to fear people and became more recluse. Opting a lot of the time to stay home rather than hang out with friends. Though his friends would simply head to his house to hang out instead. Through the little interactions with people he has, they know that he is a sweet young boy who wears his heart on his sleeve. Though the latter tends to hurt him in the long run as people take advantage of his kindness. If his sister finds out they are doing this, however... Let's just say they learn to regret it. He's also INCREDIBLY nervous around girls. Having trouble speaking to them most of the time, he ends up blabbering while turning a deep shade of red. If a girl ever flirts with him, he tends to shut down entirely and forget how to talk or even breathe. Sojiro swearing one day he was going to be a real lady's man once he learned to overcome this issue. Makoto always saying that she refused to let any girl mess with her baby boy, much to his chagrin. Ever since he was small Soji loved stories of heroes. Especially ones about the Phantom Thieves. Kana and him always sitting together as their father told them stories about the exploits of these magnificent thieves who moved to change society. Soji always wishing to one day be like them, even though his sister would tell him that they aren't real. Just stories of fictional people. It saddened him that his sister lost the belief in them after the incident. Yet he never stopped believing they were real. Even theorizing WHO they might be... As for himself, Soji is quite brilliant. Taking after both his parents, he is the type to learn something extremely quick. As if his brain downloads the info in an instant. Alongside that, he reads quite often. It's rare to see him without a book or his tablet and reading SOMETHING. If he's not reading he's either writing his own stories/scripts or deep into his games. The latter usually involving going up against Kana in one on one matches of ANY game they feel like. He tends to win more often than not. He also collects figures from his favorite games/shows whenever possible. He's also a TOTAL mama's boy. For as long as anyone could remember, Soji would cling to his mom all the time. He was a very shy kid (granted that hasn't changed much), so whenever he met someone new he'd hide behind his mom's leg and peek his head out. Makoto herself adores the fact that he's always so willing to go to her. Most of the time you'd see her cuddling her son and rubbing her cheek against his saying how precious and adorable he was. That did not stop even after he entered middle school. Though he'll never admit he loves his mom's hugs as it was too embarrassing to say aloud. With his father, Soji bonds with him best over reading and writing. Most not knowing that Ren is usually the one to read over his drafts and give feedback for his son. As Ren wants Soji to feel good about himself and realize he always has room to grow. Though Soji feared his father would hate him after one day telling him that he viewed Makoto as his greatest inspiration and hero. Only for his father to say, "you know what son? Me too." Though Ren seemed to tense up when Soji suggested he thought his mom was actually Queen from the stories. Meanwhile, Soji LOVES his sister to pieces. Granted, she teases him often simply to make him blush, but he still loves her. She is his biggest supporter and friend. Kana's always the first one to back him up and will at times try to get him go out. She also shares his love of JRPGs. Both of them crying together at the conclusion of their favorite series ever. Kana even goes above and beyond for her little brother, once standing outside a store during the weekend to make sure she'd be able to buy a figure he was hoping to get for months. He actually cried tears of joy when she came home with it and went, "Happy birthday bro." Kana is the one person he can confide in and knows won't tell anyone or judge him. He fears to tell his parents everything because he doesn't want to let them down. For Soji, the idea of him being more than a side character at most is something he can't ever imagine. Having grown up around so many incredible people- his mother a police commissioner, his father a Diet Cabinet member, and his sister being so amazing in his eyes- Soji grew a bit of an inferiority complex. Most of the time he felt as though he could never live up those around him, resulting in the boy hiding away from the world. Viewing himself as little more than a minor character meant to exist in the background only. Though his sister tries so hard to show him that he's not, it never seems to work. He views his family as far too bright to ever shine himself. He'll never say it aloud, but Soji wants to one day be a story writer. He wants to create tales that inspire people to be whatever they dream to be. Though he cannot push himself to shine in the world, he believes perhaps it's his purpose to help others shine instead. To be the shadow to their light. Unaware of what life would bring him in the future.

[smokeybrand]

NBA Rant: King Me

The new NBA season is upon us and i cannot be more hype. It’s the first, full, proper, season in two years and we already have a tone f*cking nonsense to go over. a lot, and i mean just SO much has happened and we aren’t even technically done with the first week yet. Double OT games, ring ceremonies, and hold-outs; Sh*t is already mid season, trade deadline crazy, and half the teams haven’t even played their openers yet! I love the NBA!

All Hail King Giannis

First and foremost, have you seen those Milwaukee rings? My goodness, are they gorgeous! Congrats to the Bucks on a well fight title run and to Giannis, specifically, for finishing that historic run in such dominating fashion. Kid got his crown and, if that opener with the Nets is any indication, is still holding court. I mean, dude had an argument for best in the world after that ridiculous Playoff run but now he has a consistent jumper, too? Yo, a Giannis with a jumper is absolute game breaker How do you guard that?

Kyrie gonna Kyrie

Speaking of, the Nets look like sh*t, just like i thought they would. Kyrie is going to tank this season just being Kyrie. I wrote a hole ass rant about why but it’s very obvious that this team is not good enough to beat the Bucks and all roads to the Finals go through them. If I'm Kyrie, I get the shot. I understand that he already got his bag and his ring so this is all about his principals but when notorious wife-beater, Chris Brown agrees with you, maybe rethink your position a little bit.

Messy Breakup

In that same note, the Sixers are on a similar but wholly unique derailment. Ben Simmons does not want to play hoop for Philly anymore. Philly does not want Ben Simmons to play for them. Neither party can stand each there and they refuse to meet in the middle. Simmons can’t be moved because his trade value is tanked and the Sixers want too much for him. Plus, that one hundred, twenty, mil on the books looks disgusting, too. The solution? Simmons got emotional problems and will be out indefinitely. That’s not a complete and total distraction that will haunt the team the entire season.

A Broken Foot and Broken Faith

Interestingly enough, the Sixers did win their opener, against another team with another superstar issue, The Pelicans. Zion is not happy with this team and no amount of Griff playing the piano at him is going to fix that. Dude is overweight, disengaged, and “injured” with a foot ailment that will keep Zion out indefinitely. All of this after an offseason where they traded away Lonzo and refuse to get the kid actual help. Always fun when you alienate your generational talent with sub-par supporting casts!

Inconsequential Spectacle

Bro, the Knickerbockers might be serious, man. That double overtime W against the Cs was one helluva game. I never thought I'd watch such a goddamn battle between a clear top three Eastern team and such a question mark of a squad! I’m kidding, both of these teams are clearly middle of the pack. No one thinks the Cs are going to the Finals and even less so the Knicks. Still, it was fun to see and the Knicks are truly better than i thought them to be.

Rusty gonna Rust

Speaking of rivalries, my darling LAkers look like sh*t. I don’t expect them to come out the gate and tear sh*t up but these pieces fit like a square peg and round hole. Or, at least, one piece does. Trading for Rusty Westbrook over Buddy Hield was a mistake and i knew that back when they announced this sh*t. I wrote a whole thing about that and it’s exactly as bad as i thought it would be. Now, they played the Warriors, which is probably not the best barometer for that as that team is disgusting, but we’re gong to have to see them in the Playoffs at some point so i think it’s a good measure. We stayed in their for a while but couldn’t overcome Steph, which is a problem because it’s just Steph. Klay exists and Wiggins can eat whenever he wants. We got to get our sh*t together and knock the Rust of this machine if we want to get back to the Finals.

Clipped Wings

The Clippers still look sus. I don’t know how to read this team, man. Sometimes they look unstoppable but mostly, they look mortal. They’re good enough to compete but not good enough to win? Are they the West Coast Nets in that regard?