#the cocktail party quote

[mournfulroses]

T. S. Eliot, from The Complete Works of T. S. Eliot; "The Cocktail Party,"

[funeral]

Unidentified Guest:

There's a loss of personality Or rather, you lost touch with the person You thought you were. You no longer feel quite human. You're suddenly reduced to the status of an object — A living object, but no longer a person. It's always happening, because one is an object As well as a person. But we forget about it As quickly as we can. When you've dressed for a party And are going downstairs, with everything about you Arranged to support you in the role you have chosen, Then sometimes, when you come to the bottom step There is one step more than your feet expected And you come down with a jolt. Just for a moment You have the experience of being an object At the mercy of a malevolent staircase.

T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

T.S. Eliot, "The Cocktail-Party"

(Mikhail Iossel)

[thepastisalreadywritten]

T.S. Eliot gets it:

🎭: From his play, The Cocktail Party (1949)

—

Thomas Stearns Eliot OM (26 September 1888 – 4 January 1965) was a poet, essayist and playwright.

He is considered to be one of the 20th-century's greatest poets, as well as a central figure in English-language Modernist poetry. 

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Mine to Ruin

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Summary: Ari just wants to ruin you.

Word Count: 1728

Warnings: Little soft dark not really, a little possessive, fingering, oral fem, smut, talks of anal at the end, multiple orgasms, roleplay kinda, light choking, light breeding kink (non-pregnancy version), Friends with Benefits and oops someone catches feelings. Also used quotes, “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be ruined for anyone else” & “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” (In bold)

A/N 1: This is for @stargazingfangirl18 Birthday Bonenanza! #happy birthday siri 2024. Hope you have a wonderful birthday and that you enjoy this. 💜

A/N 2: Thank you to my beta readers @lfnr-blog-blog-blog & @pigwidgeonxo & dividers by @firefly-graphics

A/N 3: This can be read as a standalone fic. But if you are interested in this couple read Give Me One More.

Reblogs & Comments on Tumblr are welcomed and encouraged. 😊💜

I do NOT give my consent to have my work translated or reposted on any social media platform, apps, or third-party sites. If you see my work anywhere else besides my personal Tumblr & AO3 accounts then it has been stolen. I will NEVER give written or verbal permission to repost or translate any of my fanfics as they’re MY intellectual property. 🚫🚫

Your hands smoothly ran down the black cocktail dress that you were wearing as you took your features in the mirror. Would he like what you chose just for him? You smiled thinking about his reaction to you all dolled up. Your stilettos were a gift from him and as promised you were going to wear them just for him.

Turning away from the mirror you grabbed your purse and headed to the front door. Tonight was the grand opening of a club run by the gentleman in question, Ari Levinson. You have both known each other for years and to say you were attracted to him is an understatement.

That man was hot as hell with his longer hair you could run your fingers through, his neatly trimmed beard and a body you could tell was built underneath his suits. You haven’t tasted the forbidden fruit yet but hoped one day you would.

Grabbing your keys you headed out the door for a hopefully fun night ahead of you.

Walking up to the front door of the club you bypass everyone standing in line and give your name to the guy at the door. The man smiles at you as you walk into the building. The inside is busy with partygoers and you take in the scene around you. You wondered where Ari was but decided if he wanted you he could find you.

Walking up to the bar you ordered your favorite drink. As you are waiting a man walks up beside you and clears his throat. You glance to your right and see a handsome man standing next to you smiling.

“So, what’s a pretty thing like yourself doing in a place like this alone?”

You grab your drink and smile back at him. “Who said I was alone?”

The man chuckled at your reply. “Touché.” Offering his hand he says, “I’m Andy.

Shaking his hand, your eyes look him over as you say your name. He seems harmless enough and a bit nervous as he lets your hand go. You both make small talk as you take your drinks to a table. You learn he is a widower and a former attorney turned entrepreneur. He is a partner in this club along with his friend Ari.

You swear you could feel a chill go down your spine at the mention of his name. You knew he was watching you. The feel of his eyes on you made your knees weak. Just as you were going to say something to Andy you felt a hand slide down your arm and wrap around your waist.

Ari kissed your shoulder and chuckled darkly. “I see you met my business partner and friend Andy.”

Andy looks between the two of you and grins. “I didn’t know she was with you. It was a pleasure meeting Ari’s woman.”

Ari’s woman? This must be a joke. You both have always been friends so this was news to you.

Ari grips you tight as he leads you to a private elevator. Once inside he pins you to the wall. “You haven’t been here more than fifteen minutes and you’re already flirting with another man? My friend of all people.” He growls out at you but all you can do is smile at him.

The elevator’s door opens on the second floor and he grabs your hand, dragging you down the hall to his office. As soon as you both enter the office he slams the door behind you.

“Want to explain why you were hitting on my friend?” Ari’s dark blue eyes gaze into yours. You have never seen him like this before and frankly, it was hot.

“Well he did approach me first and all we did was chat. There was no flirting involved. Why are you jealous?” You pouted at him trying to get him to calm down but he ignored it.

His hand came up to your throat and squeezed just enough that it had your arousal flood your panties. This was new and you couldn’t help how bad you wanted him then.

“If I was a betting man I would say you did it to get my attention. Well sweetheart you have it now.”

He let go of your throat and crashed his lips to yours. You whimpered as he kissed you, his tongue dancing with yours as you let him dominate the kiss. This is what you have wanted, no, craved for so long. Ari walked you backward to his desk and bit your bottom lip.

“Do you know how long I have wanted this? I have dreamt many nights of having you on my desk and fucking you till you scream my name. Tell me you feel the same way.”

He lifted you onto the edge of his desk and slid his hands up your thighs as he pushed the dress over your hips.

Your head tilted back as he kissed down your throat. “Yes, Ari. I want this so much. Please ruin me!” You moaned out as his fingers made their way up your thighs and to your clothed pussy. His fingers dip into your panties as he starts playing with your clit.

Ari chuckled again and whispered into your ear. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be ruined for anyone else. Now let me worship you as you deserve to be.”

Ari kissed his way down your body and knelt in front of you. He pulled his hand free from your panties and started dragging them down your legs. By the time he got them off, he was kissing you up your thighs to where you wanted him most. Your fingers ran through his hair gently as he gave a kiss to your clit. You took a shuddering breath as he licked a stripe up your pussy and kissed your clit again.

Ari groaned against you. “You are so wet, sweetheart. Is this all for me?”

You moan as he starts to suckle on your clit and your fingers take purchase in his hair. “Yes, Ari! Only for you! Only… for… You.”

You feel his fingers press into your cunt and start to work you over. You swear he knows exactly how to work you as he curls his fingers and makes a come hither motion. Your orgasm is starting to build faster the more he sucks on your clit and fingers you. Within moments you are cumming and screaming his name like a prayer. Ari works you through your orgasm and starts to slow down as your thighs clench together almost suffocating him.

Ari goes to stand up and licks your arousal off his lips and beard. He loves seeing you half dazed and he hasn’t even fucked you yet. Ari quickly takes his jacket and shirt off. As you lean back on your elbows Ari discards the rest of his clothes. He groans at how you look and he can’t wait to be deep inside you.

Pulling you off the desk he turns you around so he can unzip your dress. The dress falls down your body and pools at your stiletto shoes. You go to take the shoes off but Ari tisks at you. “No sweetheart those stay on.”

Kicking your feet apart he gently bends you over his desk and slaps your ass. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this? It’s been years that I’ve imagined this and now you’re mine.”

Ari rubs his cock against your pussy getting his cock covered in your arousal. He placed his tip at your entrance and slowly pushed in. The groans you both let out fill the air as he starts to pick his pace up. There is nothing you can do but hold onto the desk as Ari fucks you hard and fast. The echo of skin slapping against skin fills the air along with your moans. His fingers dig into your hips as he pistons in and out of your pussy.

You scream his name over and over again as you try to push back against him. Higher and higher Ari seems to take you as tears of pleasure fill your eyes.

“God this pussy is clenching me in the best way. If I had known how good you feel I would have bred you sooner. Do you want that sweetheart? Me filling your pussy up with my cum and breeding you? Then everyone would know you were mine. Mine to ruin.”

That was all you needed to hear as you moan his name over and over as you cum hard. Your pussy clenches around his cock and sends him over the edge as he groans your name. His hips frantically thrust making sure you took all of him. When he comes down from his high he is kissing his way up your back and to your shoulder. All you can do is hum from the pleasure he just gave you as he pulls you back against his chest and kisses your lips.

“Is that just what you needed, sweetheart?”

Slowly you open your eyes and chuckle. “That was perfect babe. From you being a little possessive down to wanting to breed me I swear you played your part to perfection.”

“Well, you did say you were into the breeding kink. So I wanted to try it out with you. Thankfully we don’t have to worry about anything since you are on birth control. But honestly, I love trying out all these scenarios with you. It keeps our relationship fun and exciting. I can’t wait to see what you want to try next.”

You grinned as you let out a sigh. “Ya know we haven’t tried anal before. I think you mentioned that was on your list so maybe we'll do that next time.”

It was Ari’s turn to let out a groan. “Now you have my full attention again.” His cock twitched in your cunt.

You let out a laugh at his statement. The both of you have an amazing relationship built on trust and that is something that took forever to build. Maybe one day you could be more than friends with benefits cause honestly you were in love with him. You wondered if he felt the same way. For now, you are going to enjoy these moments and figure out your feelings later.

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[muzaktomyears]

Jim Oram, an Australian journalist who traveled with the tour, observed: "John and Paul, particularly, rooted themselves silly. A seemingly endless and inexhaustible stream of Australian girls passed through their beds: the very young, the very experienced, the beautiful and the plain. In fact, I can vividly remember one spoilt virgin in Adelaide, who proudly took her blood-stained sheet home with her in the morning." Bob Rogers, another reporter who stuck with the Beatles from the moment they landed until they left the country, confirmed Oram: "The boys never, to my knowledge, repeated the dose. They'd rather have a less attractive woman than the same one twice. They had become superemly indifferent to it all, as women and girls continually prostrated themselves. I was convinced that they would all end up homosexuals, out of sheer boredom with conventional sex. There was no pill in 1964 and with the amount of Beatle-screwing that went on, I just can't believe that there wasn't an explosion of little Beatles all over Australia in 1965." The trading of partners that had been typical of the Beatles' days in the back rooms of the Bambi Kino in Hamburg resumed in Australia. Glenn A. Baker recalled that "one young Queensland girl, who married a prominent Woolahra stockbroker and is now a pillar of Sydney society, kept cocktail party guests amused throughout most of the Sixties with her graphic descriptions of being screwed by all four Beatles in one night." Another reporter told the author that he was flagrante delicto when "Derek Taylor sauntered into the room, casually inquiring, 'Would anyone like to meet John Lennon?' The girl slipped out from under me so quickly that I was left doing push-ups on the bed." Baker's investigations revealed that John's crack about Satyricon was meant to imply more than mere sexual abundance: "The odd perversion or diversion was certainly not out of the question. Beginning in Melbourne, some mild excremental sports [a euphemism for pissing on girls?] were apparently engaged in and an amusing variety of copulation locations and combinations investigated."

The Lives of John Lennon, Albert Goldman (1988), quoting from The Beatles Down Under, Glenn A. Baker (1982)

[dustdotorg]

just imagined this wild scenario (and shhh, don't even worry about how we get here, let's press pause on canon for a bit) where helena eagan drags mark scout as her plus one to some rich people cocktail party with soft jazz playing and tons of pretentious finger food.

you just know these two miserable idiots would be locked in a "who can outsarcasm the other one without being too obvious about it" competition

and once people learn that mark also works for lumon it wouldn't take long for something like this to happen:

someone: "wow, working for lumon must be so exciting!" mark: "oh yeah, it's to die for." helena: [chokes on her cocktail]

to quote helly r.: "that'd be a hoot!"

[fourthemarauders]

THE MARAUDERS ERA CHARACTERS DURING THE PURGE (Muggle au)

1. Sirius Black

THRIVING. He's been planning for this since he was 13. Puts on eyeliner and a leather jacket, grabs a baseball bat with spikes (named “Family Trauma”), and blasts “Highway to Hell” as he drives a stolen motorcycle around, screaming, “ANARCHYYYYY.” Ends up freeing a bunch of dogs from a shelter and forming a Purge Pack™.

2. James Potter

Thinks it's a neighborhood prank. Shows up at Remus’ door like, “Mate, did you hear they’re doing one of those fake apocalypse things?” Five minutes later he’s hiding under the kitchen table yelling, “I’M TOO HANDSOME TO DIE!” Accidentally survives because no one wants to hurt him. He’s that likable.

3. Remus Lupin

Locked himself in a reinforced bunker with a spreadsheet, three panic buttons, and a collection of emotionally devastating books. He's ready. He’s calm. He's prepped. Unfortunately, he invited Sirius over for “safety,” and now his living room is on fire. Again.

4. Peter Pettigrew

Thought he would be the sneaky survivor, but he's the guy on TV tied to a lamppost with a “RAT” sign taped to his back. Honestly? Pete? Again?

5. Lily Evans

Built a trap system around her flat like she’s in Home Alone but rated R. Molotov cocktails? Check. Electrified doorknobs? Check. A bat labeled “Smash the Patriarchy”? Also check. She livestreams the whole night and gains 300k followers. She’s an icon.

6. Marlene McKinnon

Out on the streets with brass knuckles, hoop earrings, and zero fear. She’s not purging anyone; she’s hunting down people who are purging and just wrecking them. Vigilante queen. The city fears her more than the purge itself.

7. Dorcas Meadowes

Already in camo, face painted, and repurposing IKEA furniture into deadly weapons. She sends “Don’t worry, I got this” texts and is never seen again… until the morning after, walking home with blood on her boots and an iced coffee.

8. Mary Macdonald

Throws a massive “Purge-Eve” party with a dress code and glitter bombs. Absolutely everyone forgets it’s Purge Night until 11:59 p.m. She barricades the doors with bar carts and they all wait it out sipping Prosecco and insulting each other’s trauma.

9. Regulus Black

Locked in his mansion stress-knitting and arguing with his Roomba. Keeps muttering, “This is so beneath me.” Has a wall of weapons he never uses. Accidentally purges someone by dropping a bust of Caesar on them. Feels guilty for years.

10. Barty Crouch Jr.

Living his best life. Has a customized Purge playlist, a trench coat, and probably teeth he stole from someone. It’s a hobby. Spends the night quoting Shakespeare and chasing hedge fund bros with an axe.

11. Evan Rosier

Just vibing. Wearing a tuxedo and sipping wine while watching the city burn from his penthouse window. Occasionally tosses a molotov cocktail for fun. He’s not part of the Purge, he curates it.

12. Severus Snape

Swears he’s “not participating,” but mysteriously shows up at three different crime scenes holding a wand he insists is just “a stick.” Probably makes someone cry using only a five-word insult. Accidentally becomes a cult leader.

13. Sybill Trelawney

Announces 43 different doomsday prophecies. One of them is somehow weirdly accurate. She spends the night burning incense, reading tea leaves, and summoning spirits. No one touches her because she terrifies them.

14. Pandora rosier

Genuinely thinks it’s a celebration. Dresses like a disco ball, releases glitter-filled pigeons, and builds a peace circle in the middle of the street. Somehow untouched. No one knows how. Not even the Purge dares touch Pandora.

[mournfulroses]

T. S. Eliot, from The Complete Works of T. S. Eliot; "The Cocktail Party,"

[sirwadewilsonfromimgur]

Deadpool and Wolverine: KCAU

Christmas Special

Part 5

The Christmas party

Authous note: This story is organized into scenes. It's a party with lots of interactions. I'm sorry for cutting the Father Kurt scene. This may be a bonus later, but it's February, and I'm still doing Christmas shit. Shout-out to @nuggetpool-hi for translation work and @icarusredwings for Workshoping these scenes with me.

Our scene actually opens up in the far flung future... Logan and Wade haven't aged a day since July 2024, though. A cabin in the deep woods nestled in a valley between gigantic mountains... Wade is holding a photo album and a baby girl.

Ok Gabby, Grampa is going to tell you a christmas story, but this one is about your Uncle James.... he was a good boy. Well behaved, and I loved him. Just like I love you... he was a doctor, he saved lives... he wasn't like me or your gump-pa.

but your uncle James did have one family tradition he just couldn't escape... Toxic old man yaoi. Yup, he was doomed by the narrative to be nothing like his parents and exactly like his parents... flipping open the album he turns to a page. James and Greg are standing with Ellie and Mary puppens in front of a large christmas tree decorated with ornaments and lights of various shades of Yellow, Black, Blue and Red. On top was a golden inverted star that had the words "Hail Santa" emblazoned on it. The little girl coos as Wade carefully shows her the picture and our story opens up on the Christmas eve of 2065.

Christmas eve was a buisy occasion and Wade and Logan were the consummate hosts. Dozens of bottles of Asti were chilling in buckets of ice and Wade had made enough lasagna to feed an army...

The immediate challenge for James was getting Greg through cocktail hour without him stirring up drama for fun.

Laura had decided to play bar tender that night and busied herself at the end of the kitchen counter setting up liquor and glasses.

Ellie was at the door greeting the guest as they came in. James and House were in the living room by the impressively sized christmas tree, martini's in hand.

Logan and wade walked over to Laura to get themselves a drink as well.

-Scene one- (telenovela navidad)

Logan, Wade, Laura, James, House

Papá.. no me gusta como Greg jode a James

OH mi amor, solo son gays, es su manera de coquetear con él

....Acaso soy la única hetero en esta familia?

Sí.

hasta el perro?

Pos si Mary le da a to, bi seguramente

*Laura mira a la perra*

Mary: *ladra en español*

Puta madre ahora soy yo la minoría

Greg hears Laura having her conversation with her dads... not knowing that he spoke Spanish...

I don't think your sister Luara likes me...

She grew up in a desert wasteland and had to fight to survive she doesn't like a lot of people.

Calling Mexico a desert wasteland sounds a little racist.

I wasn't referring to Mexico... Ass! there's a place called the Void. My dad's found her there... dad used to tell me stories. It's a nightmare world in-between all the worlds... it's where they fell in love.

Of course... they fell in love in a nightmare, hell scape.

It's also why they're not allowed within 50 yards of a Honda dealership... at least that's what Grandma told me years ago.

-Scene 2- (Father knows best)

Wade, James, Greg

Once the party had gotten into full swing, Wade had retired to the bedroom only to shortly return in a tight fitting party dress

A strapless red dress it was brocaded with little silver pine trees. A fox stole was draped around his shoulder... James had told Greg who was taken a little by surprise that the fox was cought by Logan. He'd skinned and treated it and presented it to Wade as an anniversary gift a few years back...

P. e.t.a. is on the long list of people whom have personal beef with Wade and Logan.

Wade walks over to them...

How are you and your boyfriend doing over here kitten?

I'm not gay dad! You were at my wedding's

Wow, all three.

Shut up House!

Fine! Your roommate *he says with exaggerated air quotes* anyways! Yes, I remember your weddings. They were very nice... I also remember writing a check for all three divorce attorneys fees.

For the record, you didn't have to do that.

Kitten, I love you, but your taste in women is equally matched by your taste in attorneys. It's just awful... Thank god we keep Jeff on retainer, and since we're on the record. Your dad and I technically aren't gay either. Ya salty, sally! Shame though, because Greg sure is handsome *winks at Greg* I've always liked a man with permanent 5 o'clock shadow and stubble. Forgive me for assuming that the apple hadn't fallen far from the queer tree.

-Scene 3- (House asks a shark a lot of questions)

Greg, Jeff, James, Sam

In the Howlett-Wilson household, parties were pretty informal affairs. Some people showed up early, and some a little late... Father Wagners "Bamf time" always varies from where he started. Cocktail hour (which is usually a couple hours) was how they made up for that, so everyone was at the dinner table at the same time. So it wasn't unexpected when Jeff and his personal assistant and paralegal Sam walked in half an hour after the party started.

<whispering in a gosspy tone>

James what the fuck just walked in!?

James, seeing the old family friend, nonchalantly answered. That's Jeff and Sam. Jeff is the family attorney. I told you he'd be here.

Yeah but he's a fucking shark! You didn't tell me he'd be a shark!

Lots of attorneys are sharks, James said with a chuckle.

Seeing that Greg was still processing things, he remembered that the little section of New Jersey they lived in didn't see a lot of non-humans nor a lot of mutants...

He specifically is a land shark. Jeff and my dad are old friends. Jeff went to Harvard and is an incredibly talented litigater. He once got both my dads off war crimes charges at The Hague. Though his critics would say he won that case entirely by being distractingly cute.

No, I believe you, Wilson... but how is he breathing? I see gills over his little suit jacket.

You could ask him. He's very friendly.

James grabbed House by the hand and introduced the two of them to House.

Hello James. It's good to see you. It's a pleasure to meet your friend Greg. I hope you've been staying out of trouble.... though if not, I've been brushing up on medical malpractice law *chuckles*

The shark spoke through electronic assistance. Below the collar of his suit on his neck was a transponder developed by Parker Industries that translated Jeffs grunts chirps and vocalizations into English. A voice came out of his phone via Bluetooth connection that sounded a little A.I. generated but not as stilted and monotone as the late Steven hawking, not perfectly, but emotion and tone could be expressed.

Sam returned with an extra dirty low tide Martini for Jeff who liked the brine of canned tuna... and some of the tuna as a garnish added to his...

James tells me you're quite the talented attorney.

Well, i like to think so... but being a cute littel shark has been a benefit... i disarm people with my cuteness... then I tear them to shreds on the stands.

Where do you get your suits?

As you can imagine, until they make off the rack clothes in shark sizes, i have to have them custom-made... with the company I keep *he looks over at Wade Luara and Logan* i have connections to several custom Taylor's whom are discreet and talented

Cool, cool.... how do you breathe

Honestly... I don't know...

(and neither does the author... couldn't find any lore, and he didn't feel like making any up in case there is some out there... lazy writing if you ask me.)

Was Harvard law hard for you?

The academic part? No... everything else... Kinda. I'm grateful that I have Sam around. It's hard for me to type things and hold a pen.... or drive a car or other activities that bipedal humans can do regularly...

*looking at sam* do you do everything for him?

That'd be a gross exaggeration... Jeff is completely capable of a lot of things. I merely provide reasonable accommodation for the things he can't do... i'm also a paralegal, so i perform the necessary tasks for his firm, such as legal research, fact-finding and checking, interviewing clients, and helping him in court... as well as less glamorous things like paperwork.

So, do you have a girlfriend? Are you a mutant? You always been a shark? How would it work biologically if you had a girlfriend?

*blushing* I... that's a little personal, don't you think?

It is! <whispering> damn it Greg, you can't just ask people how they fuck...

That's not what i said!

That's not the point... I'm sorry jeff please excuse Greg. He's... he's just very curious... excuse us.

Grabbing Greg by the hand, James walks away from the tiny shark attorney and his friend.

That was weird...

Not really, Sam... not in this house. Honestly, that was mild..... i might find him and answer his questions... I just didn't want to talk about it in front of you and James... don't really want to discuss my intimate stuff in front of my godson, ya know.

That's fair... so I got the vibe they're dating...

Oh, absolutely. Not to gossip about a client, but his dad tells me they're roommates... apparently, everyone knows they're together but them. Poor fools.

<chuckles> Scandalous

-Scen 4- Perfect end to a perfect evening.

Logan, Wade, Greg, James, Morph/Kevin

The party went very well and dinner went smoothly, the gayety of the holiday season and the warm conversation was as close to a perfect Norman Rockwell portrait of holiday biss as you were going tobget in this house. No fighting, no shots fired or hands stabbed... James was nervously waiting for the shoe to drop because even Greg had behaved himself engaging in polite dinner conversation...

They made it the whole night through like this... Logan, Wade, Greg and James were getting ready to call it a night... Greg came with 4 champagne glasses.

One last drink for the night, and a toast to our excellent hosts

James absolutely knew something was going on... but didn't put it together until both of his father's had downed their drinks...

Wait dad don't.... shit...

Merely seconds later Logan spoke.

I feel... Drunk, I'm not supposed to feel drunk... not like this *Logan slurred the last sentence*

Well. Logan, I took your advice. I'm being honest with myself... and I'm doing something nice for James...

I've taken the liberty of making a special cocktail for you... your champagne has a heroic dose of Nembutal and Halcion.

You two are exhausting, and if anything James deserves one christmas without the sound of you two perverts going at it like dogs in heat the night before... and the fighting and the constant rambling, seriously Wade do you ever shut up?

Oh Peeeenut... I like him. He's a keeper Kitten. Wade said sleepily before collapsing on the floor.

Bub I....

Logan didn't get the last words out. He fell face forward on to the ground with a loud almost metallic thud cracking one of the granite tiles below him.

Greg! What the fuck!

Merry Christmas!

By the way how heavy is your dad...

About 600 pounds why?

I may have miscalculated his Dose.

He has a metal skeleton...

That's an interesting mutation... I may have killed him.

Wouldn't be the first time someone has killed him, and the metal skeleton is something the Canadian government did to him...

Jesus I thought those people were supposed to be nice.

For fuck sake after a week with my Canadian parents I'd hoped you'd realize thats a myth by now... you should go they're going to wake up shortly. And it's gonna take me and dad both to keep Papa from stabbing you... he really really doesn't react well to being drugged against his will.

No, they won't... when your dad was drinking with me, I observed that half a bottle of everclear had a mild seditve affect after about a minute from ingestion.

He was drunk?

Yes barely...

And it lasted for about 5 minutes before he expressed having a mild hangover for about 12 minutes, then he was sober. I know we don't work with a lot of patients with hyper metabolism or healing factors, but I have observed it. I was able to calculate that his and your other father's metabolism has an increased factor of about 97... 9 grams of Nembutal is enough to kill a normal human... I gave them 100 grams each between that and the Halcion... they will be asleep until morning...

Well, we better move my dad next to Papa, since you sure as shit can't help me lift him in to bed we're just gonna leave them here on the floor...

why do they have to be next to each other?

They're going to be unhappy as it is when they wake up... they freak out when they don't wake up next to each other... it's a thing...

That thing is called being toxicly codependent and you've spent your life catering to that...

Greg my parents love me.

I'm not saying they don't. Trust me, they clearly love you... but they're also a mess, and you've always gotta fix everything and help people... it's what makes you a great doctor... but it also makes you crazy around those two... because they need sooooo much help. so as soon as we put the hit man husbands in their designated dog pile You and I are going to raid that wine fridge for something expensive and watch Rankin and Bass christmas specials and enjoy a quiet christmas evening.

Later that night, the boys had indeed watched cheesy stop motion christmas specials. They had just finished Rudolf, the red noise reindeer when Morph walked out of the Master bedroom in a red dress.

I have been in there dressed as Jessica Rabbit for two hours. What is taking you two.... OH MY GOD! James what the fuck did you do to your dads!

*Pointing at the piled up mercenaries on the floor*

Damn it... yeah. I'm sorry, Uncle Kevin, but they're out cold for the night... sorry for ruining your christmas...

Well shit... It's ok. We still got the weekend, just won't be as special... I guess I got the big bed to myself tonight.... good night boys...

Uncle Kev... before you go. Is that one of my dad's dresses, or did you bring your own?

Kid... red isn't really my color... Now yellow... he says this as he transforms into a picture-perfect copy of Logan. Yellow is more my style... I'm gonna go occupy myself...

Again, sorry. but before you exact your revenge... I want you to know it's 100% Gregorys fault, he drugged them...

Traitor!

Secen 6 On the Jet

The following morning, cooler heads prevailed... they did not, in fact, cut Gregory into thin ribbons. Logan had actually had the best sleep hed had in probably 20 years... they forgave and chalked it up to normal Howlett-Wilson household shenanigans. Wade actually appreciated how clever the sly doctor was. But as they say. All good things come to an end, and Jame and Greg were soon wisked away to the airport to return home to New Jersey.

Wilson... despite drugging him, your dad Wade handed me this before we left... told me not to open it until we were on the plane...

Well, I'm here, so I doubt it's a bomb.

Greg opens the box and understands why it was so suspiciously heavy. He pulled out a gold brick and a note and showed it to Wilson...

Dad has always been weird with gifts... what's the note say...

It says, "Merry Christmas and welcome to the family, I stole this from Saddam hussein in the 90s. It's yours now.... Wilson... I'm pretty sure this is your dowry

Sure...

James... I actually need to talk to you about something.

The end

Taking a break from the Christmas special for some in universe content from @icarusredwings

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Several Sentence Sunday 🥃

tagged by @daffi-990 @disasterbuckdiaz @wikiangela (please visit their snippets if you haven't done so... i promise it's very worth it)

was feeling angsty today and apparently all i do these days is visit various WIPs.... here's one i started over the summer based on The Great Gatsby quote 'I wish I had done everything on earth with you'.

It was a Tuesday morning. Eddie was running late. He had spent the better part of the night thinking about his now empty house, wondering how Chris was settling in and fighting the urge to call or text every five minutes. Naturally that had meant he finally fell into a deep sleep just before his alarm went off. So, he snuck into the station, bleary-eyed and in desperate need of caffeine, hoping no one would notice. Well, maybe one person. One person who would already have a black coffee with a splash of half-and-half ready in his favorite mug.  That fantasy couldn’t have been further from the nightmare that awaited him. Buck’s locker was empty, there were no traces of him in Eddie’s locker either. The red and white name tag was removed from over his turnout cubby. All of it was just- gone. Vanished. Like Evan Buckley was never there. A goddamn ghost who haunted Eddie, even after he finally resurfaced at another station far from the 118. A phantom who stopped answering his calls or showing up for celebrations on the Grant-Nash patio.  “H-hey, Eds.”  But now here he is. A specter who has the audacity to show his face at Hen and Karen’s anniversary party and approach Eddie with a too familiar nickname.  “Buck,” Eddie replies as cordially as possible without turning around. He focuses his attention on the cocktail in his hand, condensation sweating down the sides. On the pink, white and orange streamers hung from the ceiling, joined together in criss crossing arcs. Not on the voice he would know anywhere, or the way he has to fight the urge to turn around and run. Whether it’s toward his former best friend or away, he’s not exactly sure.  “How are you?” Eddie’s body stiffens, his hand clenching around the plastic cup fighting to remain whole in his grasp. How are you???? Is Buck serious right now?  He takes a deep breath, making his shoulders rise and fall in a way that Buck can’t possibly not notice. A bitter laugh escapes, falling from his lips. “‘How are you’. That’s your opener?” Eddie holds up his drink in a mock cheers, not knowing or caring if Buck saw. “Good to know your charming personality is still intact.”

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Stars Beyond Number. (AO3 link, complete)

Soldiers. Heroes. Deserters. Traitors. They've been called many things. As the Galactic Empire rises from the ashes of the Republic, a small group of clone troopers and their allies will find a new identity: Rebels.

Echo, Rex, and Gregor are on a mission to save as many of their brothers as they can. The task is daunting, and their friends are few. But from these small and desperate beginnings will come a spark of resistance that will set the galaxy ablaze.

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Martyrs and Kings. (AO3 link, complete) Star Wars meets light academia. A post-stasis Kix longfic. Clone medic Kix is a man displaced in time. Captured by Separatists and put into cryostasis when he learned the truth about the clones' inhibitor chips, he awakens fifty years after the end of the Clone Wars. The Republic is gone. The galaxy has changed. And now, the last clone trooper searches for answers with the help of a New Republic historian.

🍋 "Martyrs and Kings AND ZOMBIES!!!" 🍋 - a spooky, sexy one-shot sequel.

Jedi

Cal Kestis

Request: "Cuddles of consolation after a bad day" (GN)

Dark Side

Savage Opress

Part 1: Between the Shadow and the Soul

Part 2: No Other Way

Part 3: Without Knowing How

Part 4: So Close (December 14)

501st Legion

Torrent Company x Reader

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Rex x Reader

🍋 "No Sleep Till Coruscant" 🍋

Request: "Soft looks while cuddling" (GN)

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Jesse First Kiss Ficlet (GN)

🍋 "In Which Jesse Gets What He Deserves" (AKA the cuddlefuck fic) 🍋  

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"You Were Warned" (GN; art & drabble)

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"I Know." (GN)

Request: "I'm Right Here." (GN, followup to "I Know.")

"The Plant Prowler of Pabu" (GN)

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"The Sixth Language (part 1)"

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"Sweet as Summer Rain"

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"Are You Sure About This?" (GN)

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"Promises and Pastry"  

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"The Protector of Chopper Base" (GN)

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🍋"Spotlight"🍋

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Saturday •| Niko | •

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summary: you persuade Niko to go clubbing, but things don’t turn out so great

warnings: language, slight angst, alcohol use, kissing(?)

word count: 2.5k

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"The club!?" Niko's eyebrows expressed all his current emotions.

"Yes!" You bounce next to him with an excited grin "It'll be so fun! I used to go all the time!"

"All the time?" He quoted.

"Yess, we'll go together, it's gonna be so fun. Trust!" You beam at poor Niko who's heart rate was through the roof just thinking about clubbing.

"And the cocktails at Fabric are so good! Better than Rosé in a bottle."

"First of all what do you have against Rosé in a bottle?" He referred to your classic Saturday nights, when the two of you would order takeout and have a bottle of Rosé while watching an old horror movie.

"And second of all, FABRIC!?" His voice went high pitched. "The most famous club in England!?"

"Well it's London, and secondly we're turning old! We're only in our early twenties and already spending our great Saturday nights sitting at home." You spoke your mind.

Niko sighs, looking away and not knowing what to add.

"Niko," you purr, leaning onto his shoulder, trying to get him to ease up and approve your desires.

He glanced down at you. He could tell you really wanted to go.

"Fine." He selflessly agrees, making you squeal in excitement and place a chaste kiss onto his lips. He watched you run up the stairs to get ready with hooded eyes, contemplating his decision and wondering how badly it would turn out for him.

"I don't even know what to wear." He walks into your room, eyes meeting your body that was dressed in a black slip.

You turn around, smiling while putting your hair up in a messy bun "Hey." You chirp sweetly.

"Wow, you look," he takes a sharp breathe in as his eyes wonder all over you "Breathtaking."

You giggle shyly and twirl in front of him

"It's cute right?"

"Yeah, it is." He takes ahold of your waist as you spin right into his arms. His slender fingers smoothly glided up and down the fabric on your back, he leaned down to kiss you, hands traveling lower and lower.

"Niko." You say sternly as you break the kiss, feeling him on the small of your back.

He chuckles "Sorry, really can't resist."

You place another kiss on his lips before walking over to the mirror and continuing to fiddle with your hair.

He watched you with a dreamy expression, drowning in your charm, for a second even forgetting about how much he didn't want to go out, tired from the long week and endless days of shooting, but he didn't want to ruin your thrill by seeming boring or, as you mentioned earlier, old.

"A-are you going out like that?" Niko suddenly says in a rather surprised tone, noticing how thin the dress was.

You turn around "Yeah." You shrug "I mean it's Uber there and Uber back. It's warm outside."

You say with such simplicity that it worries Niko.

You slam the door as the car drives away right behind you.

"Kinda chilly." You comment as Niko walks up to you. He settled on a black turtleneck and had his blazer in his hand just in case. He looked so leng that you had to fight your want to get your hands all over him before leaving the house.

You take his arm and lead him to the entrance of the club that looked suspiciously empty.

A man dressed in a dark blue suit stopped you with his palm out "Sorry guys I just sent everyone away-"

You swiftly pull out your phone, showing him a QR code to which he replied with a "Welcome."

As you step inside the leading hallway, you could feel Niko's perplexed eyes on you.

You look up and raise a brow.

"What-Where did that come from?"

You smile proudly "Perks of being an ex-party machine."

"Party machine? When di-"

But his words were instantly cut off by deafening music as you opened the heavy metal door.

You felt a rush of adrenaline course through you as the loud melody boomed through the atmosphere, bass vibrating the floor. Purple and blue lights shimmered and shone all over the walls, crowd and ceiling. Your mouth fell open into a smile as you saw people dancing and energetically jumping up and down, drunk and carefree. Everything felt so nostalgically familiar that you even forgot that you hadn’t been to a place like this in almost a year.

Niko on the other hand was wincing from the wordless noise, he couldn't even think of it as music. People pushed him from left and right as he tried to catch up to you in a hurry.

He shielded his eyes from the annoyingly bright lights that kept coming from every direction, blurring his vision.

"Two Manhattans please!" You yell to the bartender, leaning on the counter and smiling.

He winked at you and nodded, knowing from experience that there was no point in shouting over the music.

"Two what?!" Niko's voice rung through your ear and you turned around.

"Manhattans?" You repeat.

"Isn't that a place?" Niko quizzed, to which you just laugh and turn back to the bar, leaving him in genuine confusion.

Where did this side of you even come from? He didn't know you even partied, let alone knew names of drinks he had never heard of in his life!

You turn around to him and hold up a glass.

Niko observed it, he had never held one of these in his hand before, it was like a usual glass but squished to the top, making it look funny.

'Very Wolf of Wall street' he thought as he saw red liquid with a single cherry floating inside.

"Wha-" Niko was about to ask you what was in it, but he paused in shock as he witnessed you finish your drink in one gulp.

You stick out your tongue and cough from the bitter taste of alcohol, before opening your eyes and turning back to the bar table to ask for another one.

Niko's eyes are as wide as plates at this point, watching you innocently look up at him, like that didn't just happen.

"Try it!" You shout to him with a wide grin on your face.

His looked at the drink in his hand.

"Cmon!" You urged him.

He brought the glass up to his lips and took the tiniest sip, eyes instantly screwing shut as he tasted the insanely strong whiskey that stung his mouth.

How did you just wash that down in an instant!?

You laugh at his cute reaction while taking your second glass from the counter.

"How is it?" You tiptoe so you wouldn't have to shout as loudly, but that didn't help the slightest, instead you felt the alcohol wash over your head, which made you lose your balance and slightly tip to the side.

"Aye!" Niko catches you with one arm, propping you up by the waist.

You laugh at your own clumsiness and begin to drink again.

"Hey maybe it's better-" Before he could finish you were already done, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

"Jesus." Niko mumbled as he watched you give away the empty glass back to the bartender.

"You done?" You ask, glancing at his drink.

He shakes his head, not really wanting it anymore.

"Cmon!" You gently push the glass up to his face so he would drink it.

Niko furrows his eyebrows and tightens his lips, shaking his head.

"Nikooo!" You whine, evidently disappointed, which was the last thing he wanted, so he hurried to finish at least half of it, forcing it down.

"Disgusting." He spits, covering his mouth with the sleeve of his turtleneck and putting the glass on the counter.

You smile with your teeth, grabbing his hand and pulling him onto the dance floor, right into the crowd.

The music was so loud that Niko couldn't even recognize the song, while you jumped up and down in unison with the rest of the people around you. As you swayed your hands around you felt yourself bump into something, or rather someone, with your butt.

You turned around seeing an unfamiliar man instead of Niko standing behind you.

"Sorry!" You shouted with a friendly smile on your face.

"It's ok!" He smiled in response, his pearly white teeth glowing under the blue lights. "What's yo-"

But before you could hear the rest of the sentence you felt yourself being pulled away by your shoulders. Your head was spinning like crazy and when you finally opened your eyes you met Niko's displeased face staring at you from above.

You smile lightheartedly and take his hands to make him join your wave of fun, but he stiffens under your touch.

You're confused in your gone state, wondering what was stopping him from having as much fun as you were currently having.

You bring your hands up to his neck and pull him down for a kiss, sure that that'd ease him up. You move your mouth in a messy and, obviously, drunk manner, kissing him like you were touch starved your whole life. With the help of alcohol your feelings enhanced like crazy, lust overtaking as the kiss got hotter.

On the other side, Niko was bewildered by the state you were in. Your hot palms held onto the back of his neck, forbidding him to pull away.

You finally felt his hands on your shoulders and shuddered from the contact on your bare skin, thinking that your idea had worked and Niko finally lightened up. But those thoughts were quickly brushed away as you felt a forceful push. You stumbled backwards, struggling to hold balance, eyes opening in confusion.

"Let's go." Niko pronounces as he pulls on his blazer with an irritated expression painted on his face.

"What?" You laugh shaking your head in perplexity. But Niko wasn't laughing.

He wanted out. Now.

He grabbed ahold of your arm and pulled you after him, pushing past all the people.

You clutched onto his wrist as his grip tightened.

"Ow." You whined with a frown as you finally got outside into the empty and dimly lit street.

"What the fuck?!" You exclaim, rubbing the area, more hurt emotionally than physically, feeling the drunk-anger rise inside you.

Your look shot up at Niko, who’s eyes were darting around the street. But you didn't notice his concern, you were on the verge of being completely wasted and your desire to party was through the roof.

"Niko!" You shout angrily.

"What?" He turns to you.

You spread your arms out "What the hell was that?"

He took a pause before replying "It was time to go."

You raised your eyebrows and laughed dryly "We just got there."

"It was too loud." He pulled out his phone to check the time, clearly lying about his reason.

1am

"Oh my god." You roll your eyes "Are you that lazy? How boring do you have to be to leave as soon as it's 'too loud'?" You scoffed. You didn't mean any of it, you were intoxicated and the alcohol was talking for you, you couldn't control your boosted emotions, struggling to notice Niko's genuinely upset state.

"Hey I-"

"Why'd you always have to ruin everything." You narrow your eyes at him and tilt your head, leaving him stunned by your words.

"Why are you acting like this?" He asked softly, trying his best to not cause a scene.

"Me!?" You exclaim, enraged by how he accused you in response to your own question "You're the one who got me all excited by the fact that we were finally going out. Only to come here and leave in a fucking hour!"

Even though you were drunk, you still had a pretty good grasp on reality and you knew your words were coming off as hurtful and nasty, you just thought that Niko's actions were aimed at you. You though he didn't want you to have fun because you were enjoying yourself too much and he didn't like the way you were too active, especially after his surprised reaction to finding out about how you used to always go out.

"Why can't we just do something interesting for once!?" You huff and look up at him with fury sparkling in your eyes.

Niko scratched the back of his head and sighed, looking away "I just-" he began mumbling his response, but he was speaking too slow for your juiced brain.

"You what? What, Niko?"

"I was uncomfortable!" He raised his voice.

Your eyebrows dropped from the unexpected statement.

Niko? Uncomfortable?

He brought his hands up to his face as he let out a heavy sigh.

"You're drunk, I'm worried, then we also got all the other guys who want to get close to you." He referred to your previous encounter with the man at the dance floor.

"It's loud and everyone's either stoned or drunk. I don't care if you're mad at me. I'd rather you be mad, than me letting you go back in and risking whatever." He motions at the club entrance, with the guard awkwardly still standing there, watching both of you from afar, thankfully not hearing your conversation.

Realization hits you like a bus. You did over do it, you had gotten way too carried away. That realization was enough to make you sober up a little and walk over to Niko, hugging him tightly.

He sighed.

"I'm sorry, Niko." You closed your eyes, pressing your cheek against his torso as his arms wrapped around your back, indicating that he wasn't mad.

"I didn't mean it." You squeezed him.

He nods to himself "I know you didn't." He replies softly. It was almost scary how easy it was to apologize to him, he never held grudges let alone reject an apology.

"You wanna get pizza?" You say suggestively, as you glance up at him with big guilty eyes.

"At 1am?"

You smile "Everyone knows that next to every night club there is a 24 hour restaurant."

"Clearly I'm not everyone."

"Come." You take his hand and lead him, not able to properly walk in a straight line making, Niko chuckle.

“Oh, not bad.” Niko nodded, chewing and looking at the pizza slice that was in his hand.

“Right?” You agree with your mouth full.

The pair of you were sitting outside a small pizza place, eating and enjoying the night atmosphere. It was quiet and the street lamps lit up the roads in warm tones. You sat in Niko’s blazer, practically sinking in its size, every time you moved you’d catch the smell of his cologne, powdery and not too strong.

You talked and talked, about everything, enjoying each others company.

“You know what?” You say, straightening your back and smiling.

“What?”

“We should eat out on Saturdays. That way it won’t be boring and not too crazy.”

Niko nods with a grin “Yeah.” He shrugs “Sounds good.”

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[gaiathemuse]

I've watched Mouthwashing playthroughs and what's caught my eye is the whole "hero" title. To me, a hero is someone who protects the people with what little power they have, a do what is necessary to protect cause no else can or will. They can be flawed but overall good people at their core or willing to be good. (And if I can insert my bias,Ratchet and Clack, and Sir Daniel Fortesque are good examples of this).

But to Jimmy, a hero is someone who gets respected and rewarded, with all their sins forgotten. So what does Jimmy do when he's faced with his own actions? He makes a problem to "fix." But it doesn't go as planned because Jimmy was never good at planning in the first place. He most likely wanted Curly to do the work, while he plays background. But Curly is incapacitated, and Jimmy is forced into that role and he learns it's actually hard.

Cause being a hero actually requires hard work. They help others cause someone needs to and most times want to. When danger arrives, they're in the frontline. Yet when Anya needed help with giving Culry meds he bullied them both. When Anya and Curly were in "danger". Let's knockout Sweans with a cocktail and make Daisuke go up the vent. Daisuke is hurt? Well let's use mouthwash (even though Anya said not to) cause we don't have disinfectant anymore. Jimmy fails all these things miserably.

Because a hero solves a problem that takes place, not "fix" ones they've made. Problems can be solved, but they can't always be fixed. Curly's own mantra proves to be his demise as he assumes anything can be "fixed". He may have fixed alot of problems Jimmy caused in the past, but what he did to Anya won't magically go away. Curly sees the "best" in Jimmy despite all his actions proving otherwise. Almost like a hero who still thinks their friend turned evil can change. A trope here that's flipped portrayed as a flaw, rather than a strength.

As everything unfolds, we see Jimmy get more manic, constantly saying he can fix it, he can fix it. He will fix it. He can still be a hero. He's trying to convince himself at this point cause everything around him proving otherwise. In his hallucination with Curly, he still thinks they both (cause Jimmy thinks they're partners in crime and Curly is now unable to tell him otherwise), can be heroes. That twisted party segment was probably his last ditch effort to play up this role he made in his head, but he even fails at that (which is the point) cause he didn't earn a proper one.

And the major question anyone would would ask at this point is: Hero of what? Who is Jimmy saving at this point?

Judgment Day with Polle was reality shattering the image Jimmy made up. He tried to have a whole hero speech as if he's psyching himself up to be the underdog who saves the day against the impossible. He use of Anya's quote as if she was some friend/lover or voice of reason he's followed this whole time will be his final push to victory and not someone he abused and ignored until it suited him. And its funny cause if anything, it's that final quote that pushes him to his end. Polle challenges him. "Why are you still concerned with Curly?" As Swansea said, Curly was Captain. Captains go down with their ships. Heroes sacrifice themselves for others. Curly was dead to rights.

So who is Jimmy saving?

And only then does Jimmy realize he's not the hero. He can't be. Again Heroes aren't known for fixing problems they've made. If he goes in the cryopod, He'd have to take responsibility for what he's done. Ironically something he chastised Curly for. Having to take responsibility for what Jimmy's done, even though he knows it will all fall on him anyways. He wouldn't have crashed the ship if it didn't. He wouldn't have taken his own life either, cause then he can't control the narrative that way. You get no rewards for that. He'd be labeled a coward not a hero. Something he was running from the whole time. It wasn't until he was given the ultimatum: Be your twisted perception of a "Hero" and take responsibility or die a coward, that he takes this route. The only thing he fixes in the end is the roles he assigned. He's not the hero, he's a coward and dies as such.

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Chuuya Nakahara card - Looking Sharp

Leader skill - Bar lights and a red cocktail Increases Crimson atk 70% Active skill - Well, isn't this the perfect drink for a party! Changes all affinity orbs to Crimson orbs Reduces enemy atk 30% for 2 turns Sub-skill 1 - Maybe I'll have another glass Activates when the marble hits the wall 14 times in 1 turn (11 at lv.5) Recovers 4% of hp (6% at lv.5) Sub-skill 2 - Better not overdo it on the drinks Activates when 50 total Crimson orbs are cleared (44 at lv.5) Reduces Crimson & Light enemy dmg by 110 for 1 turn (135 at lv.5) Memo Nakahara Chuya all dressed up. He sits at the bar enjoying a cocktail made using wine. Though he is taking part in a drink, he is more aware of his surroundings than usual. Quotes "What a nice vibe we've got going here. Not to mention how good the drinks are. I've no complaints." "I know exactly how many drinks I've had. This is basic stuff. If I spot anyone acting shady, I'll be ready." "Will I join the ladies in the banquet hall? Nothing against them, but I'm enjoying the atmosphere here." Affiliation: Port Mafia Crimson affinity Atk: 1363 (Max) | 178 (Base) Hp: 9593 (Max) | 982 (Base) Defensive type

He's available from the Formal Wear scout, the Anniversary scout & the Chuuya Birthday scout (EN & JP) As well as the EX scout (EN only)

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DC Comics Incorrect Quotes Pt 207

Cass: I don't understand. Why's it called a cocktail party? Why isn't it called a hanging out and talking party?

Damian: Is that what you guys are doing? Because the snacks are... taking a while.

Barbara: The snacks are coming, they're coming. They call them cocktail parties because some grown ups have a drink to loosen up.

Dick: But don't have too many cause then you don't get invited back.

Barbara: Don't monopolize the conversation.

Dick: Don't stay too late, don't get there too early.

Cass: Woah, woah, woah. Should I be writing this down? You're freaking me out.

Damian: Don't wear black and brown, never look into someone's eyes.

Duke: Bring your own fork, and briefcase.

Damian: And leave one of your shoes as a gift.

Duke: But hide it.

Damian: Of course, everyone knows that.

Cass: I don't get it. How does everyone know this stuff but me?

Barbara: No, no, no. They're messing with you. But I can teach you everything you need to know.

Barbara: You wanna have a mocktail party? Everyone meet me in the living room in ten minutes, wear something nice.

Dick: How much cleavage is too much cleavage?

Barbara: Your call.