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doubleddenden · 11 months ago

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The topic of Palworld is pretty charged, but often times I see people be shamed for liking it because the CEO tweeted stuff about NFTs and the company using AI art in a separate game. Acting as if that's the most damning thing ever for a gaming company in an industry filled with similar people.

Make no mistake, I dislike both AI art and nfts, but do you realize how many gaming companies have involvement with that?

To begin with, Pokémon used AI art in a promotional piece for Pokémon Go in September, and nobody gave a shit because uwu Pikachu. The Pokémon Company also put a job listing some months back seeking an expert in NFTs. That's not quite damning evidence, but if I were a betting man, no "NFT expert" will willingly say "yeah nfts suck are bad for the environment, man, I'll take my paycheck and fuck off now." There's also a strong argument to be made that Pokémon has stolen ideas from fakemon artists (Finizen and Palafin, Scovillain, Dipplin, etc) and other franchises (kaiju movies, Dragon Quest, Megaman, final fantasy, western cartoons and food mascots, etc), a dubious legal statement that claims they own all fan art from the remixes and fakemon made on youtube to the pikachu your kid drew at breakfast; they have yet to apologize for the state of Scarlet and Violet while charging full price to millions of paying customers for a clearly unfinished and barely functioning game (which i did enjoy, but you can't tell me it was finished baking when it struggles not to shit itself just to run), and a bunch of other things people shit on Palworld for, but A. It's Pokémon so people don't care and think it's fine, and B. That's not the point of this post.

You know who else does NFTs and AI art? (Yes I heard Muscle Man from Regular Show in my head just now, too, moving along)

Square Enix sold several of their IPs for NFTs and claims to have used AI art "a minimum amount" in Foam Stars, yet I see nobody yelling for boycotts of Final Fantasy 14, 16, Kingdom Hearts, Dragon Quest, Life is Strange, etc etc etc.

Sony has invested in both, they want to implement AI into gaming, and has a patent for nfts to be used in games and consoles, yet there's no movement to throw out your playstations.

Bandai Namco- you know, that company with a hand in pretty much most anime games on the market and popular games such as the Dark Souls games? They have a game called RYU that's essentially a virtual pet game that uses the blockchain, and its AI driven, among other projects. Yet there's no outcry to stop playing the many, MANY games they brand with. This also includes quite a few Nintendo games (btw they just partnered together to form a special studio quite recently) like Smash Wii U/3ds and New Pokémon Snap. Nobody gives a shit though.

Android, Microsoft, Google, Apple- I don't even need to explain those, they have whole teams dedicated to both. Even popular VPN companies accept crypto.

I'm just saying an awful lot of you guys that scream and shit bloody murder about Palworld's company being involved with that shit are either the biggest "It's okay when my favs do it" type of hypocrites, or you're sorely ignorant to just how evil and greedy most corporations are. You'll be hard pressed to find a game company with popular AND fun games that DOESN'T have some interest in either, let alone movie and show studios. That's the awful reality we live in.

You have 2 options

1. You basically stop doing anything involving most modern tech, including throwing out your pc and smart phone. You could probably live a comfortable life with tech circa 2010, but you have to be aware that any thing you buy may go towards a cause you don't like.

2. You accept that people can enjoy a product while not necessarily agreeing with the CEO of said product. Most CEOs tend to be jackasses anyway, that's kind of the shared trait they all have. You can also discourage companies from using them while understanding it is everywhere.

Palworld at the end of the day is just a toy, that's it. From the looks of it, it's not even actually hurting anyone, and it seems like the company at least treats their employees pretty decently- at least according to a few things I've seen here and there that seems rather progressive for a Japanese studio (with room for doubt obviously, it's a company after all and as we've established, they're all evil). At the least its not like when people supported Hogwarts Legacy and directly put money into JKR's wallet so she can openly hurt more Trans women. In fact, the only people seemingly hurt in all of this Palworld drama are obsessed Pokémon stans that can't accept a parody, or the Pokémon Company themselves, who rightly deserve some punching up tbh.

You can just say you dislike the game, that's fine, I totally get that. Even though I personally think The Pokémon Company deserves a few nut shots after the way they've treated fans these last few years with the state of their games (and you know, stealing ideas from fans without credit), I can see why someone would be turned away from a parody that's literally meant to be Pokémon with guns. I can totally understand all of that, personally I'd prefer if the game was MORE like Pokémon with turn based combat.

But if you're going to defend Pokémon because you think its perfectly innocent because of Wooloo or something like that, just be sure you're aware you're defending the World's Richest Franchise and their own attempts at AI and NFTs while calling out an indie company (a real one thats learning as they go, not the fake "We're totally indie" franchise that hasn't been indie since gen 3) for having a ceo that also seems interested in the same stuff. And remember, you don't become number 1 without hurting people somehow (we could dig up receipts about certain partners Pokémon has teamed up with, such as Tencent with Unite, but I'd rather not right now.)

Just saying. I don't think you're an irredeemable person for still liking Pikachu, cuz I do too believe it or not. I've been a life long fan and still have fun with the games despite the clear scummy business practices towards their paying customers. Just maybe extend that courtesy to the millions of players just trying to have fun in this awful, putrid, shithole planet that just keeps getting worse and worse with each passing day.

Plus... you know, think about it. Do you think Pokémon would ever get around to making a gunless Palworld? Probably not. Do you think Palworld would exist if The Pokémon Company and Nintendo were the slightest bit chill about Pokémon fan projects like SEGA is with Sonic? Also probably not. From what I've read, the devs just wanted to make a fun game that happens to mostly be ARK with Pokémon adjacent monsters. That's not really a bad thing, all things considered, and it seems like the worst they've done is reference official Pokémon when making their own models.

Palworld being successful is actually beneficial to Pokémon fans, as well. It'll never really truly compete, but it has outsold Legends Arceus in terms of units sold (not as much financially because Palworld was only $30 plus a sale recently, but still impressive), and it is enough that Game Freak is aware of its existence. Let Palworld light a fire under their ass, and maybe GF will actually finish their next game before releasing it for full price (and no, we're not bringing up the tired imaginary ball and chain game devs, game freak owns 1/3rd lf the franchise and can easily take methods to get more dev time, they just haven't because money). Just saying, at least the Paldevs were honest enough to sell it in early access for half the price.

#palworld

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axelcreations · 2 months ago

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Lin Reborn HC List, since I need to post something non-geopolitics related:

- Her favorite food is originally pizza, but eventually becomes Loaded Tater Tots. Elise(my Reborn OC, if you are finding me for the first time) and Lin end up frequenting a food truck in Reborn together and it creates comforting memories for Lin to replace the old.

- HCing her as asexual. She also grows a distaste for Terra's sex jokes(albeit not quite as great as Erin's in Rejuv).

- Once she finally gets a grip and finishes proper schooling (barely), she eventually gets a job as a tabloid journalist. Proper values of life she may have gained, but making money is the perfect excuse to start a new brand of mischief.

- After realizing that Elise can tell when she's up to something due to her shit-eating grin, she looks to Charlotte to figure out how to play things cool. Charlotte ends up warming up to her as her protege surprisingly quick, considering the fact that Lin nearly killed her older sister twice.

- Lin dyes her hair light-green(like her puppet) a few years later for a change of pace.

- Lin finds it a lot easier to bond with Noel over the years than many others. For one, she isn't exactly afraid he'll come for her head at first, but eventually she just finds his quiet, calm nature nice to be around.

- Her first Pokémon after starting life anew is a Type:Null, whom she finds injured having escaped 7th Street(in my scenario, Elise never did the Silvally quest). She luckily tames it after instinctively whipping out her bag of emergency marshmellows. Bribery is Lin's strong suit, but the scenario still leads to her learning how to truly care for Pokémon rather than use them as tools.

- She eventually gets a Deino, Trapinch and Cleffa of her own for her team, as well as a Growlithe and somehow, Hoopa. Fucker escapes and dabs up the other silly dumbass. Hijinks ensue.

- OC Headcanon: Elise's Luxray, Spotlight, likes to be around Lin sometimes when he's jealous of her pet Litten taking the attention (hi Sumi :3). At one point Lin woke up to find him loafing right on top of her like a big baby.

- Saphira only agreed to not complain non-stop about Lin getting to stay because she agreed to make offerings of marshmallows at consistent intervals to Arceus as a peace offering. Puppy is always angry at seeing her until she chucks the marshmallows over to it.

- At Heather's behest, Lin eventually returns to the orphanage very reluctantly(the trauma is still definitely there), only to be pleasantly surprised at how much Blake helped improve the place. She returns every now and then to play video games with the kids.

#pokemon reborn #lin #oc: elise may

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growingupgreene · 6 months ago

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An odd epiphany I had last night: part of the reason I don’t like most meat is because I don’t know where it comes from. Let me explain.

Tldr; growing up by a farm/ knowing hunters means I feel more comfortable eating meat that I know comes from local/ sustainable practices.

I was raised pretty much entirely vegetarian. My mom doesn’t allow meat cooked on her stove and was the primary cook, so that translated to my sister and I preferring a vegetarian diet. We did occasionally try meat at common meals with our neighbors, but we generally didn’t eat meat. Today my sister is a vegetarian, while I mostly describe myself as vegan for various reasons, but will try most things at least once (I’m not actually vegan but it’s easier than going on an at minimum five min rant). I’m not gonna insult my host by flat-out refusing to eat something unless it triggers a dietary issue for me.

Over the years I came to realize that I mostly like the various versions of pig and not cow or chicken. Now I tend to avoid eating pigs, since they’re highly intelligent and also my dream pet, so I end up not eating meat 99% of the time. I’ll eat it on special occasions though.

One of those special occasions is the farm End of Year Potluck. Every year one of the farm people makes venison. And it’s consistently the best meat I’ve ever had.

He kills the deer himself, often in the woods by my house. He prepares the meat, marinates it, and then finally slow cooks it to perfection.

I don’t eat a lot, since meat fills me up way faster than my regular diet. But I will always get at least one slice of the venison. I know exactly where it came from and that it was killed as part of the deer cull. The county has open season to keep the deer population down so they don’t overrun everything in suburbia. Part of the regulations is that you have to use a crossbow instead of a gun, since the places people are hunting are mostly residential.

When it comes to eating meat on other occasions, most of the time I don’t know where it came from. Sure, someone bought it in the supermarket, but where was it raised? In humane conditions? Who killed it? Were they fairly compensated? The lack of answers to questions like these, plus my knowledge of how the mass food industry works, is often a factor in whether I’m willing to eat the meat. Let alone whether it’s a type of meat of which I actually like the taste.

As mentioned previously, I didn’t have a lot of meat in my palate growing up. That’s my theory as to why I tend to not enjoy the taste of most meat now. And unless I have a fairly good idea of where it came from/ that it was raised and slaughtered humanely, I won’t go out of my way to eat it.

I have similar questions about my vegetables and other foods, though in those cases it’s almost entirely about the people farming them. I try to eat more organic and fair trade foods, as they have greater regulations and often have less toxins. And people tend to be treated better and paid more fairly. Not always, but it hopefully helps.

Of course it’s impossible to be constantly vigilant. All of the things I’ve said are broad generalizations. We live in a society where more and more often the food choices available to us have already been made for us. Like many industries, there is only the illusion of choice between companies. But I do believe that by consistently buying products that represent the world I want to see, there is a small difference made in the long run. After all, commercialist capitalism means that we vote with our purchases. After years of only seeing organic products in more expensive stores, they’ve become a staple in all grocery stores. And brands that started as niche health foods have become more mainstream. So maybe there’s hope

#growing up greene #going though drafts #food #healthy eating #vegetarian #vegetarian diet #eating meat #omnivore diet #omnivore #fair trade

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augment-techs · 1 year ago

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Moving my ask. I think it was 26 or 15 and Lord Drakkon/Coinless Jason. It had to do with erotic branding or marking/claiming ownership. Just putting thus in the correct spot lol

There was a gallon sized pickle jar, in the fridge in Drakkon's old bedroom in the palace, full of blood kept fresh and clean to add to his food, a condiment for eggs and meats instead of barbecue or Tabasco.

There were flash-frozen packets in the freezer marked with words like 'liver' and 'thigh meat' and 'rump'--that last one having a disgustingly innocent little heart tacked on in the corner--without a trace of freezer burn, and another packet that looked like the liver that was half-eaten; a little note taped to the side that read 'use with dirty rice instead of chopped cauliflower; very rare'.

When Kimberly closed the door to the fridge, she really took the moment to read the little recipes posted on a notepad that was taped to the top of the fridge that only came up to her chest, wondering about the measurements, but also about the timetables attached that didn't seem to make a lot of sense...

She considered the words with the same levels of trepidation that she did with everything involving the fucker, who now sat in a room not terribly unlike the one he'd stored Jason in for years on end, (except his had one glass window and was all white; the very best kind of fuck you that had been inadvertent, but savored by literally everyone else). The feeling of something creeping up on her, like a little girl in a dark forest, a hard thing to shake off.

'Can't take too much blood; have to wait another week. Anemia causes loss of potency,' and, 'Maybe give J. some of the skin from the thighs at our next dinner,' and 'Infection. Need to wait until the whole course for treatment plays out. Might try another option, even if none of them taste right.'

And so the terrible handwriting continued on, not a lot of it making sense to Kimberly as she thumbed through; tips of her fingers feeling the indentations where Drakkon had pressed down too hard in something like anger and the pen spurted and blotched the ink.

Until she pulled all the paper up and found a collective of pictures there, in almost stylized black and white with a little pinch of other colors edited in, sort of like models used for headshots she remembered from when she was maybe ten and her mother thought she would do just as well in the pageant circuit as in gymnastics (before her parents realized that it would make their squabbling and inability to be in the same room as each other for a prolonged period of time especially apparent; gossip being poison for them before they moved to Angel Grove and made it a hobby).

The first one was Jason, haggard and maybe in his early twenties in the clothes he'd been placed in while in solitary confinement in the bowels of the castle prison where the softest thing he could touch was stone and his iron shackles, seated on the bed he'd been given, now in the highest room in the tower Drakkon built especially and just for him. He was so thin, his five o'clock shadow a mess, his hair greasy and washed out, and he looked downright pissed to be made to sit like a pet, but also like something was keeping him back from attacking the bastard. His eyes were fixed behind Drakkon with the camera, but Kim couldn't tell anything beyond that. There were no reflective surfaces in that cloistered set of rooms; Jason largely having to rely on Drakkon or what could have been called friends (something Kim still wasn't sure about; Jason had asked for them often enough when he'd been let out, but had also been cautious around them and..sort of sad) in Skull and Adam when it came to his appearance.

The second picture was dated a year later on the front in overly curled scrawl with a sloppy pen; Jason in the exact same spot, but with the light coming in from the window without bars, without glass, with only one way out. He looked almost like his old self, much stronger and clean and practically perfect but for the fake smile he was aiming at the camera in an attempt to play seductive and submissive; and of course Drakkon had made sure to take away all of his clothes for this shot, really get a look at the defined and healthy skin and muscle that he, doubtless, jacked off to more often than not.

The pictures after that was more posed, still on the bed and Jason still not wanting to do this in the eyes of anyone with a basic sense of decency, but Kimberly was brought to think very much of old ads made for Marilyn Monroe for movies where she was still dressed, but was little more than an empty headed bimbo that the executives of Hollywood loved thinking of her as. Though with Jason, Drakkon made sure that there was no clothing and he was displayed in every lewd way the tyrant could think of: propped up on his knees with his hands wrapped in striking red ribbons behind his back; curled around an oversized rabbit plushy as if half asleep and very sweaty from what the camera light gleaned off of him; standing with his arms holding onto a sheet hanging from the ceiling, his right hip on full display to show an ever present bite mark from Drakkon's own mouth that was constantly being reopened.

The last pictures at the bottom gave her pause, courage suddenly hesitant, and sent something curdled and heavy into the pit of her stomach.

More set up, more in order, less wild than Jason in his first picture, was Skull in his Red Sentry Captain's uniform, sans the helmet, standing straight and tall in what looked like a bathroom brought about in the palace; one of Drakkon's luxury suites for visiting warlords and despots and demons; one hand on his lance, and one perched on the shoulder of Adam Park. Adam seated on the rim of the expensive looking tub, in Black Sentry uniform, also sans helmet; legs crossed in an attempt to look proper, with his hands together in his lap. Both looking…resigned. Straight ahead like they were ordered to, and tired.

Bulk had shown Kim old history books with pictures as such; Russian Czars and empresses, Queen Victoria and Prince Albert, those little princes locked in the Tower of London before vanishing in the night.

She couldn't stop her hands from shaking as she finally lifted them up to see the final photo, slightly bigger than the others, and more wrinkled and worn at the edges from continued adjustments.

...After Kim muscled her way into not vomiting down between her feet and onto the cold floor, she was left with a sort of memory of when her parents took her to a museum for a little bit of culture and could not help but draw comparisons between two works of art and the plight of the two who were, apparently, just as much captives of Drakkon as Jason ever was. Kim was left struck, insanely, by how much Eugene looked rather like John Sargent's masterpiece of Madame X; pale figure, smooth continence, extremely dark hair and altogether gorgeous under the sight of the artist themself. Except that woman in the portrait could not be further from undergoing the ministrations placed upon the spy. Drakkon had taken care to highlight and edit in just how RED Eugene's blood was against the marble white of the inside of the tub he'd been placed in, limbs limp and unmoving, and eyes glassy with what had to have been unending agony without the reprieve of medication or even basic drugs to numb him to the cutting. As for Adam (oh, and now she could understand why he seemed to stay so close to him even now, both sheepdogs with a bit of wolf blood or witch hares out in the open and watching out for weak sheep and rabbits against the snapping teeth of a dragon), Kim was still reminded of grand art in gilded frames. Something of a Titian portrait sprung to mind, a showcase of a Greek myth in which a very pompous satyr challenged the god Apollo to a music contest and lost, thereby losing his life by being flayed alive by the god and other satyrs as some mortal king looked on with interest.

Except there was no joy in what Adam was being made to do, hand much steadier than Kim's would have been as he stood on his knees over the tub, a pale imitation of the Dragon Dagger in hand as he sliced a mortician's incision in Eugene's skin, pulling back the edges like a pale wrap to see the pulsing insides.

There was a metal tray off to the side of the tub, stainless steel and with a China plate with stenciled golden flowers on it, holding pieces of extremely dark meat at the center, also edited to show the almost purple hue trailing blood drops that had landed on Eugene's cheek.

And apart from all of these grotesques, Kim's brown eyes had grown almost black with a little ring of dark Pink each as she zeroed in on the finger mark bruises ringed around both men's necks, a ring around Adam's that looked like black paint as his spare hand carefully pressed down just above Eugene's beating heart; and what looked to be dozens of bite marks all along Eugene that hadn't just settled against the skin like they had with Jason. Drakkon had bitten into Eugene and yanked. Her mind did her no favors, reminding her of the sound Drakkon sometimes made when he took a mouthful of rich meat and swallowed.

Putting the pictures back down with every part of her wanting to run away from the room as fast as she could, Kimberly could also not help but stand rooted to the spot, blankly staring at the fridge that had just moments earlier seemed to be entirely harmless, but as she took in frightened little rabbit breaths, seemed more like a collection of all the world's poison and disasters.

And then there was a memory…

#ask fill #prompt fill #boom! comics power rangers #world of the coinless #all our injuries rhyme #Lord Drakkon x Coinless Jason Scott #Ranger Slayer Kimberly Hart #red sentry skull #black sentry adam park

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beyondthetemples-ooc · 4 months ago

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I love being reminded how smell is a hotline to memory. c:

When I first had doves, over 15 years ago, I would always feed them this One Specific Brand of dove food. (Hagen.) And it has a very fresh, distinctive smell! The dove food specifically kinda smells like oranges (I'm pretty sure they actually Add Orange to the seed for some reason), but it also just has that.... fresh, starchy, plant-y smell of Well-Stored Seeds. It smells really nice actually.

Well, those were ring-necked doves. They're quite a bit larger than the diamond doves I have now! I quickly realized, my tiny-beaked little diamond doves can't eat most of the bigger seeds in my favorite pigeon/dove mix. I was wasting a Lot of food.

(And then I started giving the seeds/peas/oats they couldn't eat to wild pigeons downtown. But it still felt Wasteful to be spending so much money on feeding wild pigeons when any seed for them would do...)

So I've tried a few different brands for the little doves. And they've eaten most of them, although it has recently gotten to the point where they will eat all the kinds of millet out of any given food and refuse to eat the rest. They could be starving and have half a bowl of Other Tiny Seeds, but they Will Not Eat Them.

Well, on the most recent bulk-buy of pet supplies, I decided to look for a food that was mostly millet, since they won't eat anything else, anyways. (The foods are fortified with vitamins and minerals, and I do supplement their diet with other things, anyways!)

Well, I found one! It's a finch food, but it's a 25lb bag of Mostly Millet Seeds for a really good price!

And wouldn't you know it, it's Hagen brand!

So I bought it. And it arrived. I opened it up.

And it smells almost JUST the same as the food I gave my ring-neck doves all those years ago. No orange, but it still has that nice fresh seed smell.

And now my whole room smells like this food and it's very cozy and nostalgic. Makes me miss my ringneck doves a little, but it's mostly Nice.

#rhs personal posts #rhs pet adventures

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h4ndwr1tten · 2 years ago

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jjk men on your period

note - wrote this bc im currently on mine and it sucks.

cw - afab!reader, reader has their period, mentions of food/eating, use of the word kill (it's nothing serious), a few suggestive themes in gojo's part. let me know if i miss any.

nanami kento

this man knows all about periods somehow. maybe his mother taught him or maybe he learned elsewhere, but the man knows.

he'll quickly realize when you get it or when you're on it.

he'll notice the changes in your mood and the sudden cravings for food.

he'll be pretty straight up when asking, he'd say something like -

"hon, are you on your period?", "did you get your period, angel?", "is it that time of month, my love?"

omg the pet names im crying

will do anything you ask and get you anything you want/need

(as if he doesn't already)

will also cook for you if you crave anything

cramps? no problem. this man will cuddle you and rub the pain away. will also kiss anywhere that's hurting.

if tummy rubs don't help, he'll warm up the heating pad for you. would also bring you some painkillers.

he would most definitely massage you if you were sore anywhere. lower back pain? he's got you covered.

knows the exact period products you use. he knows the exact brand of pads/tampons and the exact size/absorbency. he knows.

if you ever stain the bed, he would clean it up for you. he would reassure you that it's fine and remind you that bleeding through is normal, then tell you to go get cleaned up. won't ever use these situations against you and would never even dream of embarrassing you with them.

would 100% understand your mood swings.

"darling, why are you crying? did something go wrong?" "there was an ant crawling on me, so i tried to flick it off but when i did i accidentally killed it! i'm such a terrible person!" "oh, i see, i've been there. come here, shh, now, it's alright."

he memorizes how many days you bleed, how many days pass between your period days, what your usual symptoms are and even how heavy your flow is.

on the days where your flow is heavier than usual, he'll become a little worried and aware. you're losing a lot of blood, he doesn't want anything bad happening.

overall nanami would just be the best and most understanding person when it comes to your period. he would be there for you as much as possible and do anything to make you feel a little less miserable.

gojo satoru

at first, this man knows very little about periods.

he knows you'll bleed for a while, but won't understand why.

gojo doesnt bother finding out why until you get your period for the first time with him.

he will do as much research as humanly possible and in 3 hours, a full day at most, he will have every fact memorized.

search history would look like, "what is the reason for periods?" "what are period symptoms?" "what helps you feel better when you're on your period?" "how to make my partner feel comfortable during their period."

you're both luck and unlucky that gojo has a sweet tooth.

if you ask him for dark chocolate or any other sweet, he will either already have it or stock up on it. he'll buy at least 3 packs.

it's a sweet thing, but most of the time, he's the one eating them.

"toru, have you seen the kikifuku?"

gojo, whose cheeks would be full and dusted with powder, with the empty box in his lap, would answer, "no, where did you put it last?"

you'll pout when you find out he ate it all. but not to worry, he'll immediately buy 20 more packs to make up for it.

stocks up on period products too. will probably pull something like, "babe, i'm gonna buy some pads, but i need to know the size of your pussy. care to show me?"

(you'll smack him upside the head for it)

would most definitely use your period as an excuse to cuddle with you. but will also cuddle if you want/need to, how could he turn you down?

when you tell him you have cramps, at first he forgets what to do. he remembers something about a heating pad, but when you take his hand and rub it gently across your lower abdomen and your body relaxes, he realizes this would be a great option too.

would suggest period sex as a joke. he leaves out the part where he's kidding until you grab a pillow and start hitting him with it. it's really funny.

gojo satoru may not know much about this cycle at first, but after you he learns everything. he will help you in every possible way he can think of, though there will be a lot of teasing to come with it. sometimes you'll have to guide him or point out some things to him, but he'll gladly listen and learn, just for you.

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Chapter I: Game

PAIRING: Vegeta/Reader RATING: PG CONTENTS: Lots of teasing, explicit sexual content in the following chapters. WARNINGS: Alcohol drinking, but not too much. WORDCOUNT: 5424

Summary: An AU in which Earth was destroyed, and you are one of the few humans left alive. The plot is meaningless once the smut comes up.

Notes: I have two disclamers:

The plot is there cause I wanted a different context that the usual domestic stuff. But I'm putting this out there now, the story actually goes nowhere and I apologize. In my head, the full story would have taken 20 chapters or so in being resolved but I know I won't be writing all that. So I settled with this little plot, particularly in the first chapter. The next two chapters will be smut.

Lastly, this is my first time writing for the dbz fandom and my first time writing Vegeta. I gotta be honest, I'm not sure if I did him justice. He was hard for me to write, especially in this context but I did my best. Hopefully I'll get better in the future.

I crossposted this on AO3, you can read it here too. This will have three chapters total, and I'll post them during the week. Thank you!

You slowly opened your eyes, blinking a few times, as you woke up from the induced sleep you were in. The pod was incredibly uncomfortable to sleep in, luckily it had only been a few days, and you were a couple of minutes away to land. Out the window, you could see a planet whose name you didn’t even bother to learn. Every planet belonging to Frieza was named after him and were numbered accordingly anyway.

Most planets started to look the same the minute you started working under Frieza. Though working wasn’t the right word, you were mostly in it for convenience and survival, it still made you sick to your stomach thinking about it. Fortunately you weren’t that important to him to even meet him, and your job was just as a mechanic, and sometimes just simple monitoring. You were just a mere pawn, strong enough to be in his army, but weak enough to be unknown. Which was fine, you simply followed orders until you could find the moment to get away.

After getting out of the pod once you landed, you quickly made your way to your room at the base. The mission you were assigned this time was unclear, but the order was to board one of the larger ships, departing later that day. You were wary as to why your presence was required, but it wasn’t like you could even question it. Since it was one of the bigger units, you figured they might need a mechanic, just in case something happened. For a second you contemplated not going, but considering you were at Frieza’s base planet, it wouldn’t have been wise.

After taking a shower and changing your clothes, putting on a brand new armor, you packed a couple of clothes and other personal items, and left to board the ship.

Once you stepped into the spacecraft, you were thankful there was a bar in there. Space alcohol wasn’t like Earth’s, but it was better than nothing. It’s been a while since you even had a drink.

After Earth was destroyed, and only a couple of earthlings were saved, no one prepared you for how lonely it was to be a survivor. You missed your friends, your parents, your pet. You realized what it actually meant to be human when you learnt most people working for Frieza didn’t do much in the time when they didn’t have to work. Drinking was granted, for sure, but there wasn't even a variety of culture within the army. Music wasn’t common, let alone dancing. Food tasted all the same. Humans couldn’t be the only ones who enjoyed those things. You figured Frieza not only discouraged those practices, he also expected his soldiers not only to get rid of the inhabitants of the planets he desired, but also their culture.

Shaking your head, trying to get rid of the thoughts in your mind, you washed your face in the bathroom, once you were settled in your room. Wearing makeup was also something you missed, you thought while looking in the mirror. Not like aliens even cared about that.

Once on board, it surprised you how similar the bar on the ship looked like bars on Earth. Pubs and bars were so different on every planet you have visited. But this one had neon lights flashing, in an otherwise dark room. The lack of music was the only thing giving it away. And the people, who weren’t even people, but creatures that didn’t resemble humans, except maybe for a few aliens, whose skin was colored in bright pinks, purples or greens.

“What are the drinks here?” You asked the bartender, as you sat by the counter.

“For tonight’s special, we have fish liquor with purpberry,” The squid-looking creature who tended the bar answered, far more politely than you’d expected. “And a mix of gin, ron and vodka, with blue tint and dragonfruit.”

You must have pulled a face, because he smiled at you while handing you the menu. Knowing what the specials had certainly made you want to get out of there fast.

When you looked at the menu, you realized not bringing your scouter was a bad idea. You haven’t really memorized the universal language yet, you had no idea what most of those drinks even had. You were about to ask the bartender for help again, when you heard someone talk beside you.

“I’ll buy you a drink.”

The man who talked was standing right beside you, smirking and imposing. He was tall, with long hair, and for a second you thought he was human, until you noticed the tail wrapped around his waist. A Saiyan, huh?

You considered turning down his offer, but you haven’t interacted with anyone who looked so close to a human in a long time. Might as well, you didn’t even know what the drinks in that place had.

“Well, my mother told me never to accept anything from a stranger,” You smiled, as charmingly as you could. “Especially if they are an alien.”

“Good thing she is not here.”

He grinned, smug, as he leaned closer to you. You could swear he was sniffing you.

You kept your smile, as you handed him the menu.

“You pay, you choose.”

“Two Fire Missions.” The man said to the bartender, without even looking at the list of drinks. “What’s your name?”

You introduced yourself before asking for his.

“Raditz,” He answered, letting his tail unwrap from his waist and move around. You eyed it, curiously, while he spoke. “I’m surprised to see someone who looks so much like my race here.”

“I could say the same, haven’t talked to anyone that even looks like me.”

“Care to sit with us, then?” Raditz asked, signaling to a table near a window.

Two men were sitting by. They indeed looked human, but you knew they must have had tails, just like Raditz did.

Had this been a situation occurring on Earth, you would have declined in an instant. But you were in a spaceship, with people who weren’t even people. And you were very intentionally hiding how strong you were, your ki being under control at all times. Saiyans were tough, you knew that much, but you could stand up to yourself, if needed.

“Alright,” You agreed, trying not to give it too much thought.

Raditz grabbed the drinks when the bartender handed them to you, as you stood up, walking over the table where the two other men were sitting.

By human standards, these guys were attractive. You gazed at them as Raditz introduced them to you; the man named Nappa was bald and sporting a mustache, and he was even bigger than Raditz; the one named Vegeta had a stern look, with hair spiking upwards. He was glaring at you though, and it unnerved you a bit. Nappa, on the other hand, unashamedly looked at your behind.

“I can see you guys know how to treat women,” You commented after Raditz had introduced you all, looking daggers at him, suppressing the urge to kick him in the face.

“She doesn’t have a tail,” Raditz commented, putting your drink in front of you.

“So what are you?” Nappa asked, grinning.

“I’m human,” You answered.

“A weakling, then.” Vegeta commented with a scorn.

“Charming,” You commented, smiling but throwing a dirty look his way. “I might be human, but I wouldn’t trust your scouters that much.”

“Feisty,” Raditz commented, putting his own scouter on the table, gesturing that he wasn’t going to be using it. “We aren’t here to talk about power levels anyway.”

“Keep it in your pants, Raditz,” Vegeta scoffed.

You snorted at his comment, just as Nappa laughed at Raditz, who took a swig of his drink. Intrigued, you looked at your own glass; it steamed and had a bright red and pink hue. You closed your eyes before taking a sip.

“What the fuck is in this?” You asked, pulling a face. Something was incredibly acidic in it, as if it contained the juice of five lemons.

It was Vegeta's turn to snort at your reaction.

“Five different liquors,” Raditz smirked, drinking like half of his glass in one gulp. “And hydra fruit.”

“I guess that’s the sour taste I feel,” You commented, taking a very small sip this time.

“No wonder your race got extinct,” Vegeta said, mockingly, while looking your way. “You can’t even handle the juice of a common fruit.”

“Wow, you really got an attitude, buddy.”

“Hey, girl,” Nappa said, trying to reroute the conversation, and drinking from his own glass. “You’re from that planet called Earth, right?”

You nodded, side eyeing Vegeta, who glowered at you.

“What fun stuff was there to do on Earth?”

“Oh, lots of stuff!” You replied, content with reminiscing about your life before Frieza. “We had bars, just like this one in almost every corner. The only difference is that there was also loud music and dancing. You could dance all night!”

“We have places like those on most planets,” Raditz commented. “But it was only women dancing.”

“Ah, so those kinds of places exist even in space, huh?” You asked, drinking a little more from your glass. You were slightly over the strong flavor, but you wouldn’t order that drink again. “I guess men are the same all over the universe.”

Both Raditz and Nappa snickered, while Vegeta looked a lot more annoyed than he used to, taking a swig of his glass.

“If all human women looked like you,” Nappa said, eyeing you up and down. “I’m not surprised Earth was filled with places like those.”

You rolled your eyes, but didn’t reply.

The night passed by more amicably than you’d expected. And while you knew both Nappa and Raditz were leering at you, they didn’t really act on it, aside from the occasional comment, so it didn’t bother you.

It caught your attention, however, that at one point, after pulling your hair back over your shoulder to look over a table from the other side of the room (where a fight had just broken out), the look on their faces changed when you turned to them once more. It was like they were in a trance, however briefly; even Vegeta seemed affected. You registered the incident in your head, but didn’t comment on it.

After you finished your drink, you stood up to leave, not really up to finding out how strong the rest of the cocktails available were. You were positive that one glass was already making you a little bit tipsy.

“Leaving already?” Raditz asked, you could sense the disappointment in his voice.

“You should have bought me a lighter drink, maybe I would have stayed for a second round.” You simpered.

Raditz was about to stand up to probably talk you out of leaving, but Vegeta put a firm hand on his shoulder, keeping him in place.

“Let her go,” Vegeta said, with a cold voice. “So we can talk about what’s important.”

You glared at him. You may have had one drink, but the amount of alcohol it had probably affected you a bit, because, while you were annoyed, you couldn’t focus on anything else other than the fact that he was attractive. And he would be even more so if he lost that angry expression on his face.

“You should relax a little, you know?” You said, leaning over the table, feeling three intense pairs of eyes fixed on you. “If you lose that scowl, you’re actually really good looking.”

Both Nappa and Raditz looked completely taken aback by your words, but Vegeta looked confused, raising one eyebrow. You smiled, not really expecting him to reply to you.

“Talk to you guys later.” You said, as you walked out the room.

“Wow, that was something.” Raditz commented, watching you until you were out the door.

“She seems too feeble to have the guts to say that.” Nappa said, amused.

Vegeta grunted, irritated.

“Damn it, Raditz, why did you bring a female to our table?”

“You didn’t think she would say yes to sitting with us, did you?” Raditz grinned, a touch smug. “There aren’t many humans left after Earth was destroyed, she must be lonely too.”

Vegeta heard the two men going on and on about you, but he wasn’t paying attention. He wondered if you realized how your mere presence affected them. Your scent was still lingering in his nostrils, and he took a gulp of his drink, trying to get rid of it, and cursing under his breath when that didn’t work.

Something stirred inside him that he didn’t want to acknowledge. Both Nappa and Raditz could talk about whatever basic needs they had, but not Vegeta. He was beyond that, he wasn’t an animal. Not only that, he was royalty. It was pathetic that they were even thinking of fraternizing with a species so weak like yours. Whatever urge invaded him when your smell intruded on him, he would bury it deep within, so he wouldn’t feel the need to act on it. He could definitely control it.

Vegeta shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He was going to train twice as hard as he usually did tomorrow.

While Nappa and Raditz seemed completely bewitched by you, there was something about Vegeta that caught your eye.

You chuckled to yourself, thinking that a shrink might be able to tell you why you wanted the attention of someone who seemed like a total jackass, instead of other people who were clearly interested in you.

They just wanna get laid, that’s all.

But so did you, to be fair. There weren’t many options on space, and it’s been almost a year since Earth was destroyed. And even before that, you hadn’t been with anyone for months. Might as well be a virgin again.

Still, you had to go for what seemed like the most difficult prey out there.

You sighed loudly, working on fixing one of the tanks in the medical bay. The inside engine had somehow malfunctioned, causing a short circuit, leaving it inoperable. It was an easy thing to fix, or at least for you it was after what Bulma taught you some time ago.

As you adjusted the cables, putting them back in place to check if they worked, you set your mind to maybe try to get Vegeta��s attention. He might be indifferent, but he was still a man. Maybe you could stir something in him.

You left the medical bay after fixing the tank, walking to your room with resolve, after you set your mind on your new target.

You got to the bar earlier than the day before, just to see with your scouter what all the cocktails had, so you wouldn’t fall for whatever weird taste the saiyans had when it came to alcohol. You sat by the counter, meticulously reading the menu, when you felt a familiar presence approaching you.

“Raditz.” You acknowledged him without taking your eyes off the card.

“Hey, girl.” He greeted you, standing on your right side, leaning over the counter so he could see your face. “Up for another Fire Mission?”

“No way, I’m never having that again in my life.”

“Didn’t think you’d back out that easily.”

“One full glass yesterday was enough.” You looked up at him with a smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll still drink something.”

“How about I invite you something this time?” Nappa had taken a seat to your left, and you turned to look at him.

“I get to choose my drink.”

Nappa grinned, and you ordered a Cherry Lane. You found it nice that it had the name as one of the cocktails on Earth.

You felt a little awkward sitting in between Nappa and Raditz, who were very obviously ogling you. You also felt a little bad (but only a little), because you had no intention of giving them the time of day, even if they buy you drinks. At least not until Vegeta turned you down explicitly. But you hadn’t even made your move yet.

Standing a little farther away besides Raditz, you saw him from the corner of your eye.

“Hi, Vegeta.” You singsang, leaning over the counter to fully look at him.

Vegeta seemed a little taken aback by the tone of your voice, and furrowed his eyebrows when you beamed at him.

“Have you considered what I said yesterday? About relaxing?”

“Mind your business, woman.”

“Too bad,” You hummed, pouting. “I would have helped you with that.”

Vegeta was just about to drink from whatever he had ordered when you said that, and it was a priceless moment when you saw him splutter.

Nappa and Raditz had eyes like saucers, shocked at your unashamed attitude. You covered your mouth, trying to stifle the laugh that almost erupted. The comment wasn’t even that straightforward, you are surprised he was that flustered.

“Who do you think you are talking to, woman?!” Vegeta yelled, pink dust adorning his cheeks. “I’m a Prince, show some decorum!”

“Prince?” You asked, confused.

“The Prince of all Saiyans.”

You couldn’t deny you were surprised. The air of superiority around him made sense now.

“Now I get why you are so tense.” You said, smiling. “All the more reason why you should take up my offer.”

Vegeta was practically seething, his entire face red and up to his ears. You had to fight hard not to laugh. You knew he could snap his fingers and you would combust, completely ceasing to exist if he so desired. But if that was how you were going down, at least you got a good laugh.

You noticed Nappa and Raditz had taken a step back, probably bracing themselves in case Vegeta decided you were annoying enough to be killed at that moment.

“Relax,” You spoke up, holding the drink that was put in front of you. “I’m only joking.”

“You are insane, girl.” Vegeta growled, still flushing a little.

You snickered, pleased with yourself.

The fact that you were alive afterwards made you ponder the idea that maybe he wasn’t as indifferent to you as you originally thought.

Vegeta should have obliterated you. At least that’s what he thought he should have done.

Something primal had awakened in him. A tingling feeling in the lower abdomen. He hated it. Vegeta loved to think he had every emotion in check, but if he was being honest with himself, he hadn’t felt like that in a long time, and feeling it because of someone who was so brash wasn’t something he wanted. Especially someone who was working under Frieza, just like himself. And even worse, a human.

In the past, if Vegeta had to let out the pent up energy that overwhelmed him, he did it anonymously. In some far off planet, where he wouldn’t even have to say who he was before fucking. If he were to cave this time, he would lose that. It was risky, he didn’t know your intentions. Could you really be as indecent as you presented yourself to be? And why just for him? Two other men were obviously trying to catch your eye, so why him?

New energy was flowing within him; he could feel his blood boil, and his muscles tensed with every minute he spent in the training room. The training room in the spaceship he shared with you. It made his routine both unbearable and convenient, which he thought would actually prove to be useful if he could achieve a new level of power. But sometimes the feeling in his gut distracted him, and his disturbance would show up on his body as a bruise, courtesy of Nappa or Raditz’ attacks. They never managed to actually bruise him until then.

Vegeta clenched and unclenched his fists, cursing under his breath as he left the training room after being in there for hours. His two henchmen must have probably hated him, since he was letting all his frustration out on them. Not that he cared. In any case, they deserved it for being so lecherous every time you were around.

He furrowed at the thought. It did bother him how unrefined they were around you, but their attitude hadn’t bothered him that much before this situation occurred.

With a grunt, Vegeta resolved to keep his training as intense for the rest of the trip.

You barely even saw Vegeta the next couple of days. Which you thought was odd, but then again, you weren’t going that much to the bar on the ship as much since they assigned you to monitor the radio for two days.

You still felt his ki in the middle of the ship, sometimes along with Raditz’s or Nappa’s. The man spent most of the day there. You wondered if he had a goal in mind or if he was simply insane. For what you knew, Saiyans were a warrior race; it made sense for him to be obsessed with getting stronger. Even so, he was the only one of the trio to spend so much time in the training room.

When you walked into the bar after a few days, you found Raditz, sitting by himself, and sporting a couple of bruises on his arms and legs.

“You look great,” You commented, sarcastically, sitting across from him and taking a gulp from your glass.

“Aren’t you a sweetheart,” Raditz smiled, as smug as always, but you noticed the tiredness in his expression.

“What happened to you?”

“Vegeta wants to train more than usual.” He said, flatly.

“Why?”

Raditz looked at you, hesitant to reply.

“Something must be bothering him.”

He leaned closer to you after a beat, putting the drink he was holding on the side.

“Maybe you should help me ease this ache.”

You looked at him for a second, letting the words settle in your brain, when you felt something soft and furry running along your thigh. You saw his tail sliding up your leg, and you didn’t get a chance to say anything when a gruff voice spoke behind you.

“Get lost, Raditz.”

Vegeta was standing right behind you when you looked over your shoulder, and you swore you heard him growl, however vague.

The two of them stared at each other for a moment until Raditz sighed loudly before getting up.

“See you later, doll.”

You watched him walk away, and Vegeta was sitting across from you in less than a second.

“I’m surprised you decided to sit with me.” You smiled, leaning into your hand.

He didn’t reply, only offering you a quick glance, before taking a hearty swig from whatever drink he had on his glass, and then crossing his arms over his chest.

“You’re spending too much time in the training room.”

This time, he fixed his eyes on you, brows furrowed.

“Raditz didn’t tell me, I figured it out on my own.”

“Don’t you have anything better to do with your time?”

“Not really, you’re far more interesting than anything else I could be doing.”

Even through the faint neon lights in the room, you noticed the faint pink color on his cheeks.

“Do you have no shame, woman?”

“I didn’t say anything inappropriate. You should loosen up a bit.”

“I do not need to ‘loosen up’, but you seem way too insistent that I do.” Vegeta cocked an eyebrow in your direction.

“You just seem like you have a lot in your mind, that’s all.” You grinned at him, absentmindedly running your fingers through your hair, and pulling it over your shoulder.

“Stop doing that.”

You eyed him, curiously. Vegeta’s eyes were closed, and his brows furrowed deeper than before. He looked at you then, almost wincing.

“What? Why?”

“You are basically letting every male in this ship know that you are available for breeding.”

You stared at him, confused.

“W-what?”

“Your smell. You are spreading it.”

You pondered on what he said for a minute before talking.

“Are you telling me that I’m practically attracting men by simply touching my hair? And that I smell?”

“Every single being has a smell,” Vegeta replied, contemptuous. “You just happen to be a fertile female.”

You were a bit spooked, but it didn’t sound too crazy considering the things you’ve witnessed in the last year. In retrospect, you understood the meaning of Vegeta, Nappa and Raditz’s expression back on the first night you met them. You affected them without even knowing.

You smiled at him, mischievously, and waited until he brought the glass to his lips.

“You’re lucky I’m just coming onto you then.”

Vegeta spluttered, for the second time in front of you, and you snickered. It was funny he emanated such a hostile aggressive aura, but at the same time could be so easily flustered.

“Do you have a death wish, woman?!”

“Maybe. But you haven’t really harmed me.”

He glowered at you, and you returned his stare, though much more softer.

“I’m not asking you to ‘breed’ me or whatever it was that you said.” You leaned in closer, smiling. “This is just for fun.”

Vegeta was practically growling at you. Your instincts were telling you it wasn’t wise for you to rile him up so much. You knew he could kill you. But he didn’t look nearly as angry as he could have been if the situation really pissed him off.

“And I think you want this, too.” You said softly, maintaining eye contact.

“Know your place, woman. I’m not easily swayed by a female, especially a human.”

“But you seem so affected every time I say something remotely suggestive.” You grinned.

“That- that’s because your indecency baffles me! Are all humans that shameless?” He snarled.

You shrugged, taking a swig of your own drink.

“What an odd species…” He muttered, before drinking from his glass.

You huffed, amused.

“We might look similar, but humans are not warriors per se.”

“Obviously.”

“We did spend a lot of our time on Earth fighting each other, though. But we enjoyed ourselves most of the time. The food was a lot better there than it is on any other planet I went to, that’s for sure.”

You smiled at him, taking a final gulp from your glass.

“If you are interested in what else we did ‘for fun’, I’m sure you know how to find me.”

Vegeta’s face remained stoic as you stood, strolling your way out.

Once you were out, you hummed, content that at least you had a somewhat normal conversation, at least as normal as you could expect with Vegeta.

You walked a few feets, until you barely could hear the voices coming from the bar, when you were pushed against the wall.

“Ve-Vegeta?” You gasped, bewildered.

His hand was on your throat, keeping you in place with a strong grip, but not hard enough to choke you. His gaze burned through you, and you suddenly felt very small.

“You don’t look so feisty now.” His voice was low, and his eyes darker than you remembered.

“Well, I�� I wasn’t expecting to be attacked like this…” You stuttered, as Vegeta released your neck, placing his arms on either side of you, caging you against the wall.

“Pathetic.” He snorted.

“What do you want?” You glared at him when he insulted you, pursing your lips.

Inching closer to you, Vegeta remained silent.

You certainly weren’t ready to have him so close so suddenly, especially when you haven’t even felt him approaching you before he slammed you against the wall. Anyone could walk by and see you even if the hallway was poorly lit, though you didn’t feel anyone’s ki nearby; not that you trusted yourself much at the moment. But, surprisingly, you didn’t care. Especially when Vegeta was so close; you were positive he could feel that your heart was beating unusually fast.

His cheek brushed your own, as he made his way to the crook of your neck, and you never felt hotter. He runned the tip of his nose up your neck, inhaling deeply and making you shudder. Immediately you felt heat blooming in your lower abdomen, a sensation you haven’t felt in a while. You could feel his breath continuously hitting your skin, and his body so close but barely touching you, and after a beat you started feeling a little awkward, but still very much turned on.

“I thought you weren’t ‘easily swayed by a female’.” You managed to say, gulping.

“Shut up.” He was almost heaving when he replied, but it caught your attention.

Vegeta sounded like he was being restrained, like he was using everything in his willpower to not do something. It occurred to you that maybe he was far more interested in you than he let on.

“Do you want me?” You asked, in the softest voice you could muster.

You felt his body go completely stiff.

“I could kill you.”

Those words sounded like a threat, but something in his voice was telling you otherwise. Yet you couldn’t quite pinpoint what he meant.

“Why haven’t you then?”

He didn’t reply, and you took it as a sign to keep talking, exploring your brain and looking for the right words to say.

“This doesn’t have to mean anything. We would just… be letting out the energy we can’t release otherwise.”

“I am not an animal.”

You snorted, starting to feel a little more on the angry side.

“And yet you are practically panting by just smelling me.”

He pulled away, glaring at you through hooded lids. He was a little flushed down his neck, at least as far as the suit under his armor let you see.

“Are you toying with me, woman?”

“Vegeta,” You whispered, exasperated. “I’m explicitly telling you I want to sleep with you, and you’re being so dense about it.”

“Vu-vulgar woman, how dare you?” The flush on his neck had extended towards his face then, and it amused you. He certainly didn’t look as scandalized as you’d expected.

“I know you must be frustrated about a lot of things, why else would you be practically living in the training room? I am simply offering a way for you to let out any kind of energy you might have, I can see that you want to.”

You smiled at him, looking intensely into his eyes, as his face somehow softened, just a little, by your words.

“And I want the exact same thing.” You purred, with a voice as smooth as you could manage in that moment, so he wouldn’t have a doubt in his mind that you were serious.

No matter how bold you felt when you spoke those words (maybe an effect of the strong space alcohol you had earlier), you still felt very small, pressed in between the wall and Vegeta, as if the spaceship had somehow shrunk, encapsulating you two together.

However, looking into his eyes, you saw something much darker invade them, and you heard Vegeta’s breath hitch in his throat.

One of his hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer, and he kissed you.

You gasped, taken aback. The way he pressed his lips against yours was rough, like he was starving for a taste of them. After the second it took you to fully understand that Vegeta was, in fact, kissing you, you returned it just as hungrily, resting your hands over his armor.

Tentatively, you flicked your tongue over his lips, moaning into his mouth when he parted his lips immediately, and you shuddered when he started roaming your mouth with his tongue, as if he wanted to devour you whole. Vegeta swiftly wrapped his other arm around your waist, his hand tugging at the shirt underneath your armor, pressing you against his body, at the same time you wrapped your arms around his neck, tangling one of your hands into his hair.

It was as if you were ravenous, eagerly sliding your lips wetly across each other’s. Your skin felt like it was burning when he slid his hand underneath your shirt, and you tugged at his hair, making him groan. You were very aware that he was hard, incredibly so, when he gripped your hip, pressing you flush against his body.

You gasped for air when he pulled back, licking and kissing at your jaw instead.

“Vegeta…” You moaned, breathless.

It took you a moment to realize he had completely stiffen after you whimpered his name, and immediately afterwards you felt cold.

Just like that, he was gone.

#dbz fics #dbz imagine #dbz fanfiction #vegeta x reader #vegeta #dbz #my writing

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yakumtsaki · 3 years ago

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Welcome, dear readers, to the Gen 3 premiere! Man, we’ve come a long way; from our humble beginnings of Victoria eating cat food on an empty lot, we’re now solidly upper-middle class and we have the phallic shrubbery to prove it.

Our brand new house is the Federal Fortress from the lot bin, which I butchered into this Cyneswith-appropriate masterpiece. On the left is the garage and on the right is the mausoleum..

..which is missing some portraits because apparently that’s something that happens when you move sim-created paintings between lots! So all four of our death portraits are gone, good times, love you Eaxis.

A second disaster occurs as soon as I unpause when both our cleanbot and foodbot go berserk, filling our shinny new house with garbage and dirty plates. Now I don’t know much about omens, but I can tell this is as good as they come.

The third and biggest disaster comes to us courtesy of Fraps, which decided to crap out right after this screenshot, so I have 0 pics of the first day. Mercifully nothing notable happened, it was mostly cleaning up/getting everyone clothes/finding jobs/making Wyatt repaint the death portraits.

The one thing I did learn is that Sophie is truly Komei 2.0: perfected formula. The second she stepped foot on the lot she made a beeline to the pet room and didn’t interact with another human for 24 hours, this a level of pet mania that even Komei himself never achieved. And that was on her literal FIRST DAY. I can’t wait to see if she’s gonna break her own record, I’m gonna be keeping track.

Here is our floorplan so you don’t get lost in this grand palace, 1st floor is living room, pet room, kitchen and dining room.

Second floor are the bedrooms and empty room where we’ll be shoving our (TWO AND NO MORE) kids, and as you can see I’ve learned from the mistakes of the past and provided an abundance of bathrooms. You literally can never have enough of them in this game.

And finally here’s the attic where we keep our misc crap like the reaper phone and Jojo’s robot station. Now I’m sure this doesn’t look like a lot and yet somehow:

IT COST 200K. BRO HOW. Literally how, I can’t.

So anyway ya we’re once again broke, but I’m thinking we’re gonna have 4 people working and 2 of them are at the top of their careers already so it shouldn’t take long to gather a respectable sum again..

-Oh Wyatt, I can’t believe in a few days we’ll be retired and we’ll never have to work again! -Je bareloix wôrked to bégin with! -Haha, very true, darling!

Kill me. Well ok we’ll have 2 people working! Since Cyn and Sophie need time to pursue their horrible LTWs, our financial future rests on the shoulders of.. Shajar and Don. So not exactly sending our best and brightest but what can you do.

-Cyn, don’t tell anyone but I heard we get to fuck around doing nothing while Don and Shaj’s dumb asses work to keep us in luxury! -Oooh, we sure picked the right LTWs, huhu!🌸 -Wanna make a bet which one of those losers gets fired first? -Well poor Donnie barely made it through La Fiesta, but then Shaj is also really stupid in her own way💗 -Cyn, I’m standing right here. -Good job, baby, you’re doing great!🌸

-Ah, after all those years spent as a teen townie bullying CAS spawn cucks I finally get the trophy wife life I deserve!

Soph I don’t mean to rain on your parade but that LTW of yours is pretty brutal, it took Komei a literal lifetime to complete it.

-Ya except I’m not a Komei flop who’s gonna let some stupid animals walk all over me, I’m Sophie Fucking Miguel, and I’m gonna show them who’s boss!

If you say so!

Professional Make Up Cop is back in our lives, which can only mean one thing..

..we got a new pet! This is Abbey, an aggressive, destructive genius and the most expensive dog up for adoption because she knows all the commands required for pet career advancement. I shoved Jojo in the attic and had him working non-stop on robots to sell so we could afford her.

Now during pet asylum I realized the shocking difference re: the speed with which dogs learn commands vs cats, so Abbey is gonna (hopefully) have puppies with Maxx and give us some other dogs to mercilessly put to work.

-Awww, whàt a très bélle dôgétte!

-Why’s this idiot pretending to be French?

Ya idk what to tell you Abbey, but you should know he’s the most normal member of this family.

Case in point.

Oh man, Abbey’s genius brain clearly deduced that Sophie is the one who adopted her with the sole purpose of putting her to work and she’s not happy.

-WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS DOG’S PROBLEM??

Well I warned you Soph, this pet shit is hard!

-Ok, ok, shhh.. shhhhh... good doggie. Now, if you stop acting like a demon, you can go piss on any of Cyneswith’s possessions over here, ok? It’s all that pink crap. Can dogs see pink?

Hell if I know, but it seems like the kind of thing you should know if you want to dedicate your whole life to pet training.

-Ya ok shut up, my methods will absolutely work. Now, Abbot-

Abbey.

-WILL YOU SHUT IT. Now, Abbey, be a good girl, leave me alone and go over there and you can do whatever the fuck you want, ok? Fair trade?

-Well, that’s one pissable carpet, you really don’t get this kind of quality at the shelter.

Great, this reminds me we need to hire a butler + maid combo the second we can afford it with this amount of pets..

..thankfully Don got promoted on his first day! I really want to bang his and Shajar’s LTWs out asap since a) they’re easy career ones b) Don and Shaj have the annoying pleasure and popularity aspirations respectively and it’s really hard keeping them happy so I’d like them at permaplat-ignore-zone c) I need time to focus on Sophie and Cyn’s bs.

So Donnie’s LTW is to become criminal mastermind, which was weird to me because my impression of him was that he’s super nice? Then I checked and it turns out he only has 4 nice points but everyone else in the family -including, if not above all, 10 nice points Cyn- is so awful I ended up mentally casting him as the nice one, but no, he’s a dick.

-I sure am!

-Donnie you’re back! How was work?💗 -Oh moonflower it was great, I got my first promot- -Omg honey that’s so nice/awful depending on what you said! Our bedroom is finished, isn’t it perfect? High five!🌸 -Right ya, uh.. It’s just, there’s not much of me in it? -Well you’re in it right now, silly!💗 -No ya, I am, but I mean like, in the decor- -Do you not want to be in it? Because I only want you to be happy, Donnie, I can just find someone else to be in it, it’s no problem at all!🌸 -NO, NO, I love it Cyn! Best bedroom I’ve ever seen! -Okie then!💗

Don that was.. painful.

-Well at least she interacts with me, unlike Sophie who keeps forgetting Shajar exists!

If Sophie/Shajar is your standard for relationship comparison may God have mercy on your soul.

How’s it going, Soph?

-Looking in this cat’s eyes I am overcome with a strange emotion. It’s like a heatwave.. in my heart.

Considering you almost died of heatwave twice let’s pick a different metaphor.

-But I really might die from this, it’s overwhelming! Oh God, is this that ‘love’ crap Shajar is always bleating about??

Aw beautifully put, Soph, and ya I think it is! Weren’t you gonna show them who’s boss?

-Who am I to boss around these wonderful, intelligent creatures? I’ll save my bullying for those who deserve it: every person I come in contact with.

While Sophie is discovering feelings exist, Don goes to eat some midnight omelettes and is straight up almost killed by the vengeful ghost of Sandy Fairchild, the Apartment Life townie we fed to our cowplant to prolong Jojo’s life. Sandy wasn’t active at all in our old house, but I guess the move has awakened her because she is OUT FOR BLOOD.

Don’s needs were already shit and he barely survives this vicious attack! Sandy wtf, don’t be a bitch, if you’re gonna scare anyone to death it should be Wyatt, he’s the one that killed you.

-You don’t think I’ve been trying? He’s never awake!

Ya he certainly isn’t, good point.

-So I’m gonna kill whoever I can get to instead! A curse on your tacky-ass house and everyone in it!

Well that’s just great. Btw did you guys know pets can ‘watch’ ghosts?? I just saw that in Alcibiades’ actions panel when he was following Sandy around, cool/creepy!

Speaking of Alc, it wouldn’t be a new Union gen without the permanent struggle of getting our pets to procreate. I tried so many times that the family was legit taking shifts, first it was Jojo..

Then it was Shajar..

Finally I bust out the big guns (of niceness) with Cyneswith..

And each time, nothing but disappointment. Alcibiades wtf is wrong with you, knocking up D’vorah was the entire reason we adopted you.

-I don’t understand why it’s not working, Alc, I mean we’re both healthy cats in our prime! -I mean, you are like 4 days away from elderhood.. -WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY YOU LITTLE SHIT

-Good, good, try again you stupid felines! You’re never gonna have kittens with me around!

Goddammit Sandy, did you curse our cats??

-Muahaha!

~Worry not, child, the benevolent spirit of Komei Tellerman is here to lift the curse. I’m the self-appointed ghost protector of cat procreation. Where are the affected creatures?~

Right outside, Komei, please help us, we are so useless!

~It is done~

Thank you Koms, you’re the best!!!

Ok, so now we just need to get Maxx to knock up Abbey and we can finally move on with our lives, do the weddings, start the pet training etc, so let’s check in..

..and see Abbey beating Maxx’s ass to the ground. Ok Abbey, literally why.

-You knew I was aggressive when you got me, bitch! No refunds!

Am I going to bitterly regret this purchase?

-Count on it!

Well, at least Wyatt completed our new and improved death portraits, so you know, one more reason why death is preferable to life in this house.

#gen 3 #ts2

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seacottons · 4 years ago

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—ateez as boyfriends [ domestic au ]

notes: swearing. suggestive dialogue. fluff. i blame a certain someone for this, not gonna say who. @kireiwoo

— hongjoong

very caring and attentive towards you

so much so, that even his friends have complained how it isn't fair he doesn't scold you like the way he does to them

he enjoys many activities with you, such as

helping him dye his hair an ungodly color every other month

he'll insist you try experimenting with your own tresses

but you only have the courage to dye the very ends of your strands

"i don't think i can pull off that color as well as you do," you'd say.

"that's a load of bull. you'll suit every hair color."

you'll just roll your eyes playfully at his biased behavior.

other activities include getting tiny matching tattoos together.

the tiny flower and butterfly on your wrists was most likely your favorite due to its simplicity in design and the meaning behind it as well.

spontaneous dates are his favorite.

behind closed doors, he loves to constantly shower you with pecks and smooches.

often gets teased by his friends from how whipped he is for you.

randomly books vacations for you two to relax and unwind every so often.

although he enjoys it, he is a big, tired baby when it comes to traveling

always wanting to lean his head against your shoulder

or cuddling you close for warmth due to the airport's air conditioners blasting frigid air.

has written many songs about you

and when he's finally ready, he'll not only ask you to listen to them, but to also spend the rest of your life with him and share his last name as well.

— seonghwa

constant pet names

"darling."

"the sun to my stars."

"the moon to my sun."

"love of my life."

you like to call him mars, mostly.

but he revels when you call him 'twinkle eyes' for some reason.

has a habit of pulling you into his lap.

you'll subconsciously play with the strands of his hair as he does so, him being too distracted bickering with his friends to realize sometimes.

will always give you pleading looks whenever wooyoung or san tease him.

sometimes, you walk in to find wooyoung settling onto your boyfriend's back while he greedily devours the bowl of popcorn entirely by himself.

or other times when both wooyoung and san constrict his limbs with their arms whenever you're near.

"y/n can't save you now, so cut the whining."

you'll only sigh and shake your head in amusement.

"what are you guys doing to my poor boyfriend?"

"he changed the movie we were watching without our permission!"

"because i have no damn clue what's going on, and harry potter is too confusing!"

coffee dates.

loves to sleep with you tucked against his chest.

always has an arm draped around your frame.

butterfly kisses on your neck.

soft touches against the small of your back and waist.

his favorite pastime with you would be stargazing.

"baby, look. it's me, mars-io," he'd say whilst pointing up to the large, bright star in the night sky.

when it's too cloudy outside, or when the weather isn't forgiving, he'll turn on the indoor star projector he bought so the two of you can stargaze in the comfort of your own bed.

— yunho

is the epitome of romantic.

is constantly smothering you in love and affection.

always has heart eyes and admiration in his eyes at whatever small task you do or say.

rant about an ancient dynasty?

heart eyes.

bombard him with useless information about a certain abandoned island.

heart eyes.

gush about the new cute bakery that recently opened up?

heart eyes.

if you had a money jar for every time he says 'i love you', you'd have enough money to buy a plane ticket or two.

always willing to drop everything to help you with whatever it is you need.

will wake up in the middle of the night when you text him to ask if he's awake or not.

willingly stays up to keep you company.

but sometimes, when he's too tired, he'll knock out accidentally and profusely apologize to you in the morning.

very supportive of your life choices.

hates seeing you cry because it makes him want to bawl his eyes out as well.

his hugs are bone-crushing.

but he is a gentle giant nonetheless.

likes to attempt to bake pastries with you.

half of the time, the goods either turn out undercooked or burnt.

"they have love in them, that's all that matters."

will always insist that you can rant to him about anything and everything.

you've never felt so valued in your life before meeting him.

is the most understanding human being you've ever gotten the pleasure of knowing.

"i wish we were vampires," he says one day.

you give him an amused look, lips outstretched into a smile, "why, silly?"

"so we can spend an eternity together."

— yeosang

his heart flutters when you notice the smallest things he does.

it makes him feel appreciated and acknowledged.

like when he changes up his hairstyle or earrings.

or when he wears a new sweater.

a big, big softie when it comes to you.

can and will want to spend all day in your arms on his days off.

quick witted and has a knack for noticing the tiniest detail.

very shy and awkward at first.

but when he gets more comfortable as time passes on, you won't be safe from his snarky little comments anymore.

will constantly bring up the thing you said or did months ago to prove a point.

"oh, you like this flavor? three months ago you told me it tasted like vomit."

"remember that time you woke up in a rush to get to work thinking you were late, only for me to drag you back inside because it was three in the fucking morning?"

you stop mid-chew and peer up from your plate of rice.

"your point, yeosang?"

"oh, nothing this time. i just wanted to tease you."

is the type to have a mid-life crisis when you can't decide on a restaurant.

"but i don't want to eat at the chicken place again," you'll whine.

"it's been thirty minutes, and you still haven't decided what you want!"

"you're rushing me!"

"y/n! just pick!"

loves to cuddle with you, especially in the colder months.

wraps a blanket around your frame and tugs you in closer against his chest.

pretends not to understand your jokes just to spite and tease you.

loves when you cling onto him.

his favorite pastime with you would be just walking around together at night and trying out different types of street food.

or even visiting any of the local beaches for a relaxing walk together.

— san

persistently keen about whenever you feel upset or down.

he reads you better than any open book.

sometimes, it scares you, but you appreciate how he's always so eagle-eyed about your behavior.

loves to hug your head.

you allow wooyoung to crash some of your dates with san sometimes.

other times, san will whine and tell him to go find his own date.

"if y/n accepted you as a boyfriend, then you should've disclosed that i'm part of the deal as well. buy one get one free."

"as what exactly?"

"the hot, clingy best friend."

will take numerous duck-faced selfies of himself because you think they're cute.

often times, he'll ask you to mirror his expression, only for him to press his lips against yours a second before his phone snaps the picture.

likes when you kiss his dimple.

"y/n! it looks like a crater from the amount of times you've kissed it."

he likes to tease you.

a lot.

touchy.

very touchy.

always has an arm around you.

rests his chin against your shoulders.

playfully smacks your rear when you're sassy with him.

or leans in to hold your jaw whilst whispering teasing words into your ear that has you becoming docile and bothered in mere seconds.

has you wrapped around his finger as much as you have him wrapped around your own.

likes to have weekly picnics with you at the park and admires all the dogs running about.

"i should bring byeol next week. maybe she'll like to play fetch too."

"i don't think that's a good idea.."

you often find him fast asleep holding onto a plushie for dear life whenever you're away.

you'll pull it away from his arms, causing him to stir awake groggily.

he'll stare in confusion as you throw the plushie aside, before pulling you in tighter as you wriggle into his arms.

"you're softer than shiber," he'll mumble sleepily against the crown of your head.

— mingi

mingi is sometimes self-conscious around the public eye and others, but when it comes to you, those layers of fear and insecurity get stripped away instantly.

doesn't mind being vulnerable with you.

he craves affection, adores it even, but is insecure about not being able to return it well enough for his liking.

likes when you give him attention.

easily gets jealous when someone else grabs your interest.

reassuring him 24/7.

"yes, mingi. you're the love of my life."

kissing his pouting lips for good measure.

the smallest of gestures has him a blushing mess.

even holding hands in public.

when he's not being a sentimental sap, he'll like teasing you lovingly.

"wow, you have this many photos of me in your phone?"

you'll scrutinize him in confusion.

"are you that obsessed with me, y/n?"

"mingi! you told me to take half of those photos of you!"

"oh, right. i forgot."

a silence weighs down onto the two of you.

"but would you have taken them if i never asked you to?"

constantly laughs about the things you say, although you don't think you're that funny.

always seeks your approval subconsciously.

will always shield you from the rain, playfully yelling at the droplets sometimes.

"you can't make y/n wet! only i can!"

"mingi! we are in public!"

wanted to go strawberry picking because he saw a celebrity try it out on instagram live.

accidentally steps on many berries though.

"it's okay, they'll just make another plant. i did them a favor."

brags about you like no tomorrow.

even for the tiniest, minuscule thing.

"oh, i've already tried the brand of ice cream. y/n always buys that for me."

"i don't need to pay all this money for a measly slice of cake. y/n's cakes are much better."

"no, wooyoung. i'm not jealous of your new shoes." he'll lightly pinch the boy's side, "y/n and i have already bought ourselves matching pairs."

"you two are so fucking cheesy, it hurts."

when he's not bragging about you, he's boasting about himself.

but if that's what helps him raise his confidence levels up, you'll gladly sit down hours on end listening to how he has more 'swag' and 'charisma' than all of his older friends combined.

— wooyoung

teases you like his life depends on it.

says you can't get enough of him, when in reality it's the other way around.

but you let him believe whatever he wants.

but deep down he just really gets satisfied with himself if he raises your mood and makes you smile.

especially when you're not having a great day.

uses way too many emojis when texting you.

"wooyoung, why am i saved as as 'clingy bug' on your contacts?"

he'll squawk indignantly and laugh awkwardly for a second.

"who told you this lie!?"

"seonghwa?"

always wants to show off your love in front of his friends.

"no, i don't want my early birthday gift now. wait until the others show up, and do it front of them."

"but why?"

"so everyone can see how much you love me. can you also cry for good measure?"

"absolutely not."

he enjoys the dates you have in his apartment the most.

the ones where he cooks for you and asks for your help, only for him to pester you about over-seasoning or undersalting something.

"okay, fine! we'll just order take out if it tastes that bad," you pout, flinging a small piece of onion on his face.

his head instantly snaps back to eye you judgingly, fist gripping the poor spatula.

"over my dead body."

"so, y/n. how does my plating look?"

"it's beautiful, wooyoung. you've outdone y-"

"what else is beautiful?" he demands, face leaning over the table to give you a knowing grin.

you shove a piece of meat and rice into his mouth, shrugging nonchalantly.

"me."

he deflates at your answer, spluttering pieces of rice onto your face.

"jung wooyoung, you slob!"

— jongho

is the type of boyfriend to stop you in the middle of the road to tie your shoe for you.

very charming and goofy in his own way.

takes pride in himself and his abilities to cater to your every whim and need.

even when you don't ask for his help.

aggressively opens jars for you when you struggle to pry them open.

"no one messes with my y/n."

"you're fussing at a jar of pickled radish, baby."

the type to cling close to you in public in fear of any of the bicyclists or pedestrians bumping into you and harming you in any way.

sometimes acts like you're made of glass.

while it's endearing occasionally, it is a bit suffocating at other times.

doesn't believe you when you say you're tough and don't need protection.

very selfless and willing to help you with anything you need.

never one to shy away from social gatherings with his friends, always pulling you along with him despite you being shy and clingy most of the night.

also a big tease.

when you help him hold down his legs for sit ups, he asks for a smooch.

pulls away from you when you try to kiss him.

and will laugh at your pouting face as he urges you to try once more.

"stop moving, i just want to kiss you!"

after numerous tries, he finally allows you ( you truly think you over-powered him though ) to kiss his cheeks or lips.

he then proceeds to squawk loudly in retaliation and playful disgust.

although he loves teasing you, when the game is flipped the other way, he'll be a shy mess of embarrassment.

"i don't mumble your name in my sleep."

"you always do, silly."

tucked underneath his macho exterior, you know he's prone to criticism and takes it to heart much more than he likes to show and admit.

so, whenever you get the chance, you always fulfill his need to be appreciated, loved, and taken care of.

is utterly and extremely protective of you.

"who just whistled at you?" he grumbles, "i'll break their jaw like an apple, you know i will."

#ateez headcanons #ateez x reader #ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #ateez fluff #hongjoong x reader #seonghwa x reader #yunho x reader #yeosang x reader #choi san x reader #mingi x reader #wooyoung x reader #jongho x reader

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robininthelabyrinth · 3 years ago

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Silly prompt: anything from Lil Apple’s perspective

ao3

Untamed

Some people don’t know what’s good for them, it thought grumpily. Stupid humans.

Mostly just one human in particular.

Now, it’s always been rather fond of its new human, even if the asshole did continuously hold apples out of reach in order to get it moving and occasionally stole them for himself. In the long run, it was still getting considerably more apples than it had gotten back at Mo Village, which was to say none at all except for when it got really lucky and one fell off the tree and rolled close enough for it to grab, so – fine.

Human conditionally deemed acceptable.

Especially since the human was a giant softie – he could’ve defaulted to trying to beat it into compliance, which was doomed to failure since donkeys were one of the few creatures on earth that could out-stubborn humans, but he had opted towards bribery instead.

Good move.

Apples.

Human was still an idiot, though. The human fancied himself an equestrian, which he very well might be, but all the fancy horse bullshit in the world wouldn’t convince a donkey to move if it didn’t want to – and it didn’t want to, thanks.

Except when apples were involved.

As for the human’s current idiocy…well, there were still apples, but far fewer.

Why in the world would the human prefer trekking through mountains and valleys, towns and countryside, over staying in a very nice place with very nice grass and lots of humans clad in rabbit-white willing to come bring apples and carrots at every turn? The human even had a perfectly good mate waiting for him back there!

What sort of stupid species willingly left their mate behind in the spring?

Didn’t the human know that a mate left all on their lonesome might be taken by someone else?

And then someone else’s donkey would get to rest in the nice stable regularly refreshed with fresh thatch, with lots of nice things to chew on and rabbit-white humans coming to pet its mane and brush its coat and clean its hooves and gossip about how things were progressing between its human and its mate…

Stupid.

Just about the stupid one would expect from this human, who didn’t know what was good for it.

So, naturally, there was only one thing to be done about the whole fiasco. There wasn’t any choice: it had to take matters onto its own back – literally, as the case might be.

The human was inclined towards drinking wine until he became maudlin, and then to climb onto its back and make grandiose proclamations to the stars and moon about how he was completely without attachments, that he’d been left behind by the world, that no one cared where he resided, etc. and so forth, that sort of thing, and then to weepily inform it that it was the only creature that remained by his side and that it might as well determine the course of their ongoing journey because it didn’t matter where he went – he did rather go on and on and on when left to his own devices, probably out of lack of a conversational partner.

Actually, no, maybe that was just the speed this human’s mouth worked at? From what it remembered, the mate the human had picked was an especially silent human, so maybe it was just a matter of breaking even for a maximum amount of noise, and its human had ended up with the bulk of it.

Human mating rituals, right? Who even knew how thathorseshit worked?

Certainly not humans, that’s for sure.

It would have charitably assumed that maybe all the ridiculous and unnecessary vocalizations were some sort of mate-attracting technique – except, of course, the stupid human already had a perfectly good one with a very nice stable, which it had left behind for, as far as it could tell, absolutely no reason whatsoever.

Ugh. Humans.

Either way, every time its human made speeches of that variety and fell asleep on its back, it would sniff at the wind and figure out where it was, then turn its hooves and head straight back towards the mountain where the human’s mate was waiting.

It got pretty far the first time before the human realized where they were and insisted on going another way – listen, okay, sure, it had a plan, but it was also very weak to apples, and short term gains (namely, its belly) always beat out long term considerations – but it wasn’t until the fourth or fifth time that the human started getting suspicious.

“Lil’ Apple,” the human said. “You need to stop doing this.”

It huffed.

“How are you even finding the pathway back to the Cloud Recesses?! If it was just you always going backwards, that’d be one thing, but sometimes you just take a brand new path that’s actually just a shortcut back there!”

Well, yeah. If the human was just going to go around in circles, there wasn’t any point in going backwards.

“Sometimes I feel like you understand what I’m saying.”

Nooooooo. It’s just a dumb-ass donkey. What could it possiblybe understanding?

Especially about what was better between, on one hand, a comfortable stable, lots of food, and a nice mate, and, on the other, trudging through the muck for no discernable purpose?

“…also that you’re judging me. You have a very judgmental stare for a creature that thinks it can live entirely on apples.”

If the human let it live in an orchard, it was willing to give that diet a shot.

“Well, either way, it’s not happening. So give it up!”

Fine.

It wouldn’t do it again.

(Not when the wind suggested that the human’s mate was waiting patiently for him along the very next mountain rise, anyway. Maybe he would have better luck getting the human to give it up and go back already!)

#mdzs #lil apple #wangxian #my fic #my fics

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folkloreguk · 3 years ago

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🍒Cherry Ice Cream🍒

A/N: Happy July! I planned this almost a year ago and finally got around to writing it...I hope you like it! As always, I appreaciate feedback a lot! Hope everyone has a lovely day <3

pairing: optional bias (male) x reader (gn)

words: ~ 3.7 k

genre: fluff, comedy, lifeguard!bias, reader is the most awkward and chaotic person ever (are we at the public pool or the circus?? seriously I’m so second hand embarrassed for her lmao), bias is the hottest man in existence, the universe has something against the reader apparently (rip)

PART 2 (nsfw, both parts can be read independently)

You approached the front entrance of the public swimming pool. Everything was still going by plan. Ever since the weather had gotten warmer, you’d had swimming on your mind. And every single person in your life had been made aware of it. Despite the friendly asking and the occasional begging, you still hadn’t found anyone to accompany you to the public swimming pool. You had heard all the reasons: Work, already planned vacations, a sick pet, a hatred of water, a hatred of people, you name it. After all the searching you had come to the conclusion that you were tired of waiting. Nothing could possibly rob you of your excitement about swimming pools. You’d go alone and have a wonderful time. It would be a relaxing day with loads of time just for you. So you had told yourself. But let’s face it, nothing could have prepared you for the utter chaos you were about to walk into.

It began before you had even set both feet into the facility. Your steps were light, and you beamed, ready to enter after you had paid. The strap of your sports bag had caught in the turnstile in the entrance area. Stubborn as you were, you yanked on it, instead of turning around and manually freeing the fabric from the steel contraption. You had put your entire weight on the line, tugging and pulling, when the strap finally came loose from the turnstile. As expected from such antics, you tripped and struggled in your flip-flops, blundering into the compound like a baby giraffe walking for the first time. By the time you tried to compose yourself to look cool and relaxed after such a mistake, you noticed him.

He, who looked like a Greek god blessing you with a visit on earth. He was all tan skin, red life-guard swim trunks, perfectly sculped shoulders, pushed back hair, a smile that put the sun to shame and sunglasses sitting on top of his head. Instantly you thanked yourself for not seriously injuring yourself. The young godman crossed the lawn, presumably to take his seat by the pool, watching out for the visitors. Only he made it look like he was strutting on a runway at Paris fashion week. All you could do was pray that he hadn’t seen you entering his workplace headfirst like some impatient six-year-old.

As people passed you, you realized you were standing in the same spot where you had almost fallen a minute ago. Manifesting that this was just the silly beginning to a perfect day, you paraded into the shaded grassy area to find a spot to set up your things. Countless groups of friends, families, and lone visitors like yourself had already settled down, but you managed to find a fine spot. It was the superb balance between sunny and shady and not too far from the swimming pools and water slides. In seconds you had shed off your clothes to reveal your swimsuit underneath. Although you could barely keep yourself waiting, you decided it was best to stay there a short while before you threw yourself into the waves. Just until the sunscreen had absorbed into your skin. Meanwhile, you would unpack the catchy book you had recently begun to read.

Now and then you raised your head and peeked at the cute lifeguard. You seriously had no intentions of coming across like a creep, but you couldn’t stop yourself. The way he patrolled the side of the large pool had more coolness than the prettiest shot of a hot movie star in a film. You allowed yourself a few seconds, then you’d go back to your novel. The sounds of summer floated through the air – children laughing, water splashing, birds chirping above you – and the scent of the sunscreen catapulted you straight on cloud 9. It felt like your own small piece of paradise. Little did you know, the universe had so much more in store for you.

You hadn’t been buried in your book for even 10 minutes when a group of kids ran by. They were passing a water ball from one to the other and giggling uncontrollably. You saw it coming in your peripheral vision but had no time to react. As they had reached your level, one of them punched the ball especially hard. And instead of catching it, the dark blue ball bounced off one child’s hands and straight into the side of your face. It knocked your sunglasses off the bridge of your nose, but more importantly gave you the fright of your life. You dropped your book while the children’s mother scolded them from the side. After the initial surprise you couldn’t accept their apologies quickly enough. Anything if it could spare you from even more attention from random guests around you. Impulsively, your eyes searched for the cute lifeguard. But he was looking into the opposite direction. At least fate had saved you from embarrassing you in front of him. The last thing you wanted was to look like more of a clown than you had when entering the facility earlier. But against your expectations, the train of unfortunate events was only beginning.

Surely things would be more peaceful in the water, you had thought. When you finally entered the cool pool, it felt like heaven on earth. Fearing a case of recurrence, you avoided the shallower areas, where the children crowded and went straight for the deeper waters. Finally experiencing some form of relaxation, you swam and dived a few laps around the pool. Now and then you caught a glimpse of the lifeguard on the far end of the pool. Just to make sure he was still there. Just to make sure he’s still as handsome as when you first spotted him. And you weren’t disappointed. Gesturing kindly, he helped an elderly woman find directions to the restaurant on the far end of the site. From up closer, his smile and his jaw were even prettier – even though it had seemed impossible for him to become even more perfect.

After a while, your limbs became tired and you retracted into less busy waters, close to the exit and entrance area of the swimming pool. As you paddled your way through bodies, a bug startled you. It had by all appearances chosen you as its victim, as it took direct flight into your face. Even when you swat it away and turned around to change directions, it kept chasing you and only you. Like some crazy, obsessed stalker, it followed you to the edge of the pool. Eventually, you became tired of running and turned to it. If some random flying beetle wanted to fight you, so be it. To the untrained eye, you might have appeared like a lunatic, fanning the air, and squinting against the bright sunlight. But it was war, and you would square up against the most annoying of bugs. After a while, you realized that you were waving off the air – no more bug in sight. Only then you noted the little girl laughing in your direction from the poolside. You were way too mortified to turn into his direction at first, but when you found the lifeguard, he was conversing with one of his co-workers. Once again, you were safe.

Your next approach at a good time was the colorful waterslide close by. Certainly, these heights would not include micro-aggressive bugs. Instead, they included something far more unsettling. Considering there were toddlers going down the waterslide, you deemed it safe and fun. Your mind changed in the first sharp turn, when you tumbled over and hit your elbow from the sudden change of direction. Maybe you should have just stayed in the ring with the bug instead of choosing this more than violent escape. But it was too late. Once on the slide, you had to make it through to the finish line – more or less in one piece. Your grand finale composed of a semi-somersault off the edge of the waterslide into the pool. Although it wasn’t intentional, you still hoped it looked somewhat graceful to the audience at the bottom. Hint: No, it didn’t. You looked like a baby monkey that had been sent down a self-constructed-waterslide in someone’s backyard. It was a disaster.

Feeling over-heated and exhausted from the sun and your embarrassing antics, you found a drinking fountain by the showers to refresh yourself. Patiently, you waited in the short line until it was your turn. As fate wanted it, the next messy incident wasn’t long in the coming. In fact, it only took four sips of water before you accidentally inhaled some of it. You stepped back, choking, coughing, and gasping for air all at once. A helpful woman showed mercy with you and your awkward behavior and softly pat your back. “Are you okay, dear?” she asked. Unable to speak just yet, you smiled and nodded gratefully. Great. Maybe you should add “clown” onto your previous professions in your CT. By now, half the visitors probably knew who you were – a walking safety hazard to yourself.

After retreating to your bath towel set-up in the shade for a while, you had almost found new hope that the universe wasn’t against you that day. You managed to lie there, for a whole hour, without any issues. But then, slowly, another idea crept up on you. After all, what was summer without ice cream? By chance, you happened to know the little ice cream truck next to the yellow waterslide sold your favorite brand of ice lolly. So off you went, money in hands and wild determination in your head. The visual of the handsome lifeguard lingered in your mind even after you had passed the chair he was sitting on by the poolside. You acquired your ice lolly successfully and ripped the wrapper right away. It tasted like summer in food format, and you reveled in the cold treat for a while, as you strolled back in the direction of your bath towel.

Fully aware that you would have to walk by the insanely cute lifeguard again, you tried your best to look cool, next to the large pool. In your imagination, you were glowing in the sun, hair slightly flowing in the warm breeze and steps bouncing happily. You were the personification of summer bloom and radiating everything good about the season. For a moment, you closed your eyes and actually indulged in the warmth on your face. That was when the next mishap struck.

You didn’t even understand what was happening at first. Someone accidentally bumped into you – or did you bump into them? Upon the impact, you opened your eyes. Your ice-cream had vanished from your hands. Turns out, you had dropped it and it had landed only two feet from you. Out of balance, you stumbled ahead even after the impact. And of course, only a second later your foot stepped directly onto the ice lolly. Inevitably, you skidded and struggled to stay on your feet by means of flinging and waving your arms in the air. As if you were some stranger, trying to attract the attention of an aircraft whilst stranded on a desert island. One thing was for sure, you had everyone’s observance tied to you. With an involuntary but comedic performance of theatrical extent, you fell and hit the water surface.

The cool hit you so suddenly, you had swallowed a gulp of water before your instincts had time to set in. Quickly, your limbs began paddling to get you back to the surface. At that instant, a pair of arms suddenly linked under your armpits and swooped you up from underwater. Your brain processed what was going on. Without a doubt, someone had jumped after you and was pulling you out of the water. Stubbornly, you tried to avoid the idea of the cute lifeguard helping you out. Christ, that would really be the peak of all your embarrassing moments. No, it was probably the person you had run into, or someone who had already been in the water.

When you were placed by the poolside and blinked against the blending sun, your worst concerns came to pass. There he was, so close you could have touched his face. His worried expression changed when you opened your eyes, and he smiled, relieved. “Is everything alright?” he asked. You’d think this would make you into the most shamefaced person on the planet. And yet, all you could wonder was how two people’s genes could combine so flawlessly, so beautifully, to create such a man. When he got no answer from your moonstruck figure, he furrowed his eyebrows in alarm.

“Oh my- my god,” you stammered. “Yes! I’m fine, I’m sorry!”

You weren’t sure why you were apologizing. For worrying him? For inconveniencing him? For causing another scene? Either way, he grinned, and you felt your cheeks heat up terribly. You had to get away from there before something cringy came out of your mouth. Although you weren’t sure there was any way you could have made this more awkward than it already was.

“Make sure you have no injuries, okay?” he asked, helping you up. “If you need any medical assistance, just let me or one of the other lifeguards know.”

“Um…okay,” you said. Wow. That was no way to flirt with the most attractive person you had ever met. With all this drama you had gone through on that day, the universe could have at least blessed you with a romantic, your-life-savior-realizes-he-just-met-the-love-of-his-life moment. But no. The movies really were one massive hoax.

“It’s probably best you take a little break from the surprise, before you go back into the water,” he advised you. “And don’t hesitate to ask, if you need any more help.”

If only he knew how many times you had already tried to take a break from the surprise after everything on that day. You stood on your feet safely but felt like a cat that had fallen into the bathtub. At last, you managed a smile in the lifeguard’s direction. “Thank you.”

Funny enough, the stares people gave you bothered you only slightly as you walked back to your spot under the trees. Maybe you had used up all your embarrassment for the day. Nothing could intimidate you anymore. That meant, whatever happened from now on, it couldn’t get worse. Somehow after the pinnacle of chaos, you finally felt some inner tranquility. You went back to your novel, now and then keeping an eye out for potential water balls coming your way. But everything was calm. As time went on, you lost yourself completely in the story line and forgot about everything around you. Maybe this was all meant to happen. Perhaps it was a message, that you should have waited for your family to have a free day, or for your friend to come back from vacation. Would the same things have happened? There was no way to tell. Just as you reached a specifically exciting scene in the novel, a figure suddenly appeared in front of you. You couldn’t believe your eyes.

“Hey,” the handsome lifeguard stood there, smiling kindly. Wide-eyed, you straightened up and greeted him shyly.

“I couldn’t help but notice how happy you were about that ice cream earlier,” he said. “But then you…lost your ice cream.”

“What an interesting way of saying I stomped on it and made an absolute fool of myself,” you smirked. He chuckled.

“However you want to put it, I thought maybe you could use some cheering up,” he went on. “So I got you a new one.”

He pulled two ice-lollies from behind his back. “One for you, one for me.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. “You bought me this? I don’t want to sound rude… but aren’t you supposed to be looking out for the next victim to repeat my foolery?”

“I’m on my break,” he laughed. His eyes crinkled up cutely when he smiled, and it only made your stomach flutter more. “If you want me to leave, I will. I’m not trying to be weird or obtruding. Just making sure you’re okay, because I noticed you’re here alone.”

“Oh. No! Feel free to stay here for as long as you want!” you said, and now maybe you were the one sounding obtrusive. You scooted over and let him take a spot on your bathmat. You thanked him for the ice cream and gleefully unwrapped it. “My friends and family weren’t available today. But I really, really wanted to come here today. Maybe not my brightest idea.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve seen way worse plunges than yours. You were lucky, really. You got away with a small shock and nothing more. It was pretty impressive, actually.”

“I’m glad I have entertaining qualities, at least.”

“I’m just messing with you,” he laughed. “I’m glad you’re fine. This place gets a little wild during the afternoon, especially on weekends.”

“You don’t say,” you chuckled.

“I recommend coming here in the mornings or late evenings, if you want a little more peace and quiet.”

“Thanks, I’ll probably consider it. Do you work here full time?” you asked.

“No, this is just a summer job,” he said. “It’s great. I get to swim for free and be outside a lot. Not to mention this is one of my favorite places in town.”

“You love swimming too?” you asked and regretted it right away. A lifeguard who hated swimming made no sense, after all. But he didn’t seem to think your words were silly.

“I do! I come here a lot to swim, when it’s not as busy and I don’t have to work,” he said. The thought of seeing him again when you came back in a few days – which you already knew you would – made you feel some sort of way. You had been embarrassed, but his sweet words had appeased you. You could definitely get used to seeing his face all summer long. The two of you talked for some time, while you both finished your ice cream. You learned his name, which was just as beautiful as its owner, and that he thought you had actually looked pretty cute (!) when you fell into the pool. You swore he wasn’t even real. Perhaps he was merely a hallucination, a product of your imagination, to cheer yourself up after your messy day. Either way, your head was up in the clouds as long as he was sitting there, next to you, with his perfect shoulders and charming voice. Soon, he had to excuse himself, though. His break was over and as he had put it, he needed to prevent any more ice cream-murders from happening.

After your conversation, the universe had apparently shifted in your favor. You spent the entire rest of your day without any more misfortunes. Like you had talked to a lucky charm who had done miracles for you, you had a fantastic time. You were even brave enough to face a few more go’s down the ever-so-threatening waterslide. As it got later, more people went home, and just as he had predicted, things calmed down. And you were convinced you would stay until the bitter end. Only when a female voice announced over the speakers that the swimming pool would close in 30 minutes, you slowly started to pack up your things.

As you approached the exit, you scanned the area for your favorite lifeguard. But he was nowhere to be found. You assumed he had already finished his shift and gone home. But as luck would have it, as you neared the bicycle stands to retrieve your bike, you saw him already there. His eyes beamed when he noticed you.

“Wow, you held out a long time,” he said. “Had fun?”

“I did,” you said. You could only be grateful your ice-cream massacre was the sole of your antics he had witnessed that afternoon. Who knew how he would look at you if he had experienced your full chaotic capacity? “Thank you again, for making sure I was fine. And for the ice cream.”

“It was no big deal,” he said. “It’s what I’m here for.”

“To buy random girls ice cream?” you teased.

“No, only the special ones get the ice cream.”

“Define special.”

“To be honest? I was genuinely concerned you would feel down. I’ve seen you almost trip over when you first came in, you got hit in the face by a ball, I’ve witnessed your little quarrel with that bug and your somersault from the waterslide looked pretty rough. After all that you choked on water and then ended up falling into the pool and losing your ice cream. I supposed you could need some serious cheering up.”

Oh my god. If only you could have opened a portal straight to hell, you would have taken the chance on the spot. All this time he had been watching you? It couldn’t get more mortifying than this.

“Sorry, I sound like some creepy stalker,” he said. “I didn’t mean to stare. It’s just you-“

“I looked like a clown in a neon suit?”

“You’re really pretty,” he said. Your cheeks warmed up and you could have yelled out loud.

“But you have to admit, at least the clown part is true.”

“Maybe,” he joked. “Don’t be embarrassed. I thought you were – are – adorable.”

“Thank you,” you managed to say. What the hell were you doing? The most handsome guy was complimenting you. You had to take your chance. “Maybe sometime I could buy you some ice cream too? If you feel like it-“

“I’d love that,” he smiled. It was only the beginning of summer, but it was a glorious one. You already knew it could only get better. Instead of cursing the universe, you had to say your thank you’s now. Without your string of bad luck, things would have never led this way. Perhaps fortune was on your side, after all.

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circethegoblin · 3 years ago

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STAYING ALIVE MASTERPOST, FROM A BROKE TEEN WITH ADHD

here you go. some down to earth tips on how to not die metally nor physically.

tired of those "drink three liters of water everyday uwu" and "wake up at 5 am" and "buy a bath bomb and a fec mask and some other things you don't have the money for" shit? i'm here for ya.

1. NOT DYING

eat at least three meals a day, one of which m u s t be warm and above 300 kcal (it can be istant ramen with an egg added if you have to)

you technically should shower everyday, but we know how it is. A change of clothes is sometimes enough.

DRY SHAMPOO AND BABY WIPES!!!

keep bottles with water everywhere. On your desk, near that spot on the floor you always end up sitting on, near your bed, basically whenever you know you spend a lot of time. No need to get up and go to the kitchen will help. Obviously change the water in the bottles as often as you can.

Get some form of physical activity. It doesn't have to be much, you can for example replace scrolling on tiktok by walking around your room and scrolling on tiktok! Brilliant, isn't it? Obviously, running or doing those 10 minutes workouts from youtube is better, but you are still getting like an hour of walking.

Buy blankets. Steal blankets. Summon blankets from other dimensions. Just make sure you have a lot of warm, soft blankets in your house. You will thank me when you won't have the anergy to wash your sheets (just take them off and throw some blankets on your bed), or when the power goes out.

If you have pets, ALWAYS keep spare food that'll last for a week for them.

things to always have in the kitchen: milk, eggs, flour, rice, pasta, yeast, cheese, oil, a leafy vegetable, onions, tomatoes, apples, patatoes, some flavourful sauce, sugar, salt, spices and an emergency chocolate bar. You can make a lot of food with those. Just make sure you won't eat the chocolate too fast.

Have a lot of spare batteries. A lot.

Get urself a flashlight, a lighter, and a pocket knife.

Remember the apples? eat one a day. if you don't like apples or you can't eat them for any other reason, you can take a kiwi, banana, orange, basically something that will give you vitamins and non processed sugar.

do the dishes before your sink starts developing it's own ecosystem

drugs from that one guy around the corner = very bad time

2. NOT DYING INSIDE

Open the damn window.

Don't watch so many commentary videos. You are probably not even checking the sources, so you can easily make unjust judgement, and like. did you even hear of half of those people before?

make a discord server just for yourself. get into the habit of writing little things that happened to you there. rant about the fanfics you read. or the movies. vent there if you don't have anyone you can vent to. write your ideas there, write e v e r y t h i n g. make a section for passwords, for quick ideas, for your to do lists. you won't lose it as you do with sticky notes or notebooks. there is no risk anyone will see it. oh, and when you'll have a strong impulse to tell emily that you hate her? write that message in your private server and list all ur arguments. look at tat the next day and decide if you really mean that.

life sucks. come to peace with it.

cuddle ur pets if you have them

1 hour a day without a lot of sensory input. if you have to, reduce to half an hour.

if you find yourself scrolling endlessly through social media, make sure it's pintrest (just don't compare urself to the people here; if you have issues with that, tumblr may be better)

delete. twitter. from. your. phone.

influencers are lying to you; maybe not even intentionally. remember when you were watching that cute-aesthetic-productive morning routine, and you were wondering why your life isn't that pretty? why your room is a mess? why you cannot for the life of god be aesthetic 24/7? its the filter. don't worry about it, their lifes arent that nice either.

realize there's actually nothing stopping you from screaming as loud as you can right now. like there is no physical barrier. think about it. realize there's no actual physical barierr to many other things.

your body is your body. you can decide how it looks like; just remember it's in your greatest interest to keep it healthy.

3. BEING A LITTLE BETTER THAN JUST ALIVE

If you wear make up, take it off before you go to sleep.

moisturize your body; everything is better when your skin doesn't feel dry

have a one brand of cosmetics that you love and buy things mainly from it. they often have sets of products that complete each other. i like ziaja. it's a polish brand, it's surprisingly cheap and has nice quality

cleanser, moisturizer, face mist

of you can, change your sheets once every two weeks

do the dishes before your sink starts developing it's own ecosystem

do a deep house clean once a month (don't beat yourself up when you don't tho)

keep your workspace organized (it doesn't have to look organized to other people, remember)

sunscreen

cook your own food

keep a calendar

no money for scented candles? got ya. make a simmer pot: throw some apple peel, a couple of cinnamon sticks and whatever spices that smell good you have into a pot, add some water and simmer. boom. your house smells good, and you haven't spend 20 dollars.

If you really like candles, buy scented wax melts. it's cheaper.

Buy urself scented mists. they're pretty cheap and will make you feel A LOT better.

keep your clothes clean. if you aren't sure if that shirt thats on your chair is dirty or not, throw it in the washing mashine anyway. better be sure.

if you can, make your bed right when you get up

wear clothes that make you feel good. put some effort into your outfits. really.

4. OTHER PEOPLE

be nice to essential workers.

if you have money, give tips.

remember, you do not owe anyone love; it is not something you can force. even if they saved your life. even when they helped you in your darkest time. if you don't love them, you don't.

you don't have to be in a romantic relationship to be happy.

if you want to, date! date everyone! date girls, date boys, date nonbinary people! date people completly different than you, date people from different countries, date them!!! just make sure they're kind and won't kill you. even if you don't end up in a relationship, you can learn a lot.

don't be afraid to piss off people that deserve it

smile to strangers :)

5. NOT FAILING SCHOOL

heard of dark academia? check it out

romanticize the heck out of studying

do not let your studying be just reading the same partagraph over and over again. it won't work. believe me.

seterra for geography, quizlet for everything else

try to make yourself intrestet in whatever you are studying (watch veritasium, listen to podcasts about weird history facts)

notes are for you and you only; don't worry about them looking pretty. doodle on margins, make weird metaphors, squeeze in as much info as you can.

when you're studying, listen to music without words/in a language you don't understand.

chew gum while you study

get the forest app, get attached to the trees, focus.

don't feel guilty for taking breaks

grades aren't everything, but they are important.

eat something in school

don't just use the cheapest pens. invest a couple dollars in something that will make writing enjoyable and smooth

those study with me videos? they're great

if you like to argue with the teachers, take care of your grades becouse. they may not like you afterwards.

be nice to your classmates and help them with homework. if you don't do your homework they'll help you

executive dysfunction won't let you study? been there. sometimes it's better to wake up ealier tommorow and do that homework then.

don't feel guilty for failing a test

go to the goddamn class

don't pull all nighters oh my god don't especially on weekdays

6. OTHER LIFEHACKS

don't get involved in the crime, and if you do always have a believable explanation why you were doing it

have different alarm sounds for every day of the week

set a daily limit of money that you spend

great hobbies that don't require a lot of money; urban exploration, writing, hiking and learning other languages

thrift stores

don't eat grapefruits while on meds

nail polish removers dissolve most strong glues.

if you have a cut on your skin, desinfect it. do it. please just do it.

always have pads with you. even if you don't get periods, at least one of your friends probably does

#life hacks #life #not dying #staying alive #no one will see this #who cares though

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youngjusticestories · 4 years ago

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Jealous Much

I've been binge watching a lot of my favorite old shows from when I was growing up and I came across a scene from episode 19 of Victorious. The scene was when Andre, Cat, Beck, and Jade were at a new karaoke place when two girls started flirting with the boys and Jade got jealous and challenged them to a singing battle. I got inspired from that and wrote this based on it. I hope you enjoy reading it.

Word Count: 2134

"Come on (Y/n), were going to be late." You heard Dick call from downstairs where he was waiting for you finish getting ready to meet up with Wally and Artemis. "Are you ever patient with anything you do with me Dick?" You asked him playfully while coming down the stairs ready to get going.

"Most likely not because of how much time you always take to get ready for small things." He said with a smug smirk appearing on his face. "Its not my fault that It is not easy for me to look good with as much little effort as you." Dick put a hand to his heart and pretended to act offended by your comment.

You rolled your eyes at him and made your way towards the front door with Dick following right behind you. He opened the door for you while grabbing the car keys from out of his leather jacket's pocket. "Guessing by the time we get to the place Wally has already eaten everything they have on the menu."

"Probably knowing him, he would have done it in the first 5 minutes of being there." He said before bending down to kiss you on the head softly. "Let's hope Artemis can stop him from eating that much then." You said getting in Dick's brand new car.

The both of you drove to the location for a much needed day off with Artemis and Wally from the hero work. You loved helping people but sometimes you need a break from everything that is going on in your life right now.

"How are things going at Wayne Enterprises?" You asked him out of curiosity from him know being the new CEO of the company. "Things are going very smoothly but I feel like I have big shoes to fill since Bruce retired so early."

You gave Dick a reassuring smile as he continued his drive to the the brand new restaurant all four of you have wanted to check out since seeing the opening a few weeks ago when catching up with one another. Lost in your thoughts you didn't realize that you phone had started to buzz in your right hand.

"Hey babe, you might want to check who is calling you at the moment." Dick said trying to regain your attention while still having his eyes straight on the road driving. You snapped out of your very thoughts and looked down to see Artemis's caller ID shine bright across your phone screen while still buzzing from you not answering the call.

You pressed the green answer button and brought your phone to your ear but flinched when you heard Artemis basically screaming at you through the speaker. "(Y/n) where are you and Dick we have been waiting for you guys to arrive here for the last 15 minutes straight!" Artemis sounded very annoyed with you and Dick just from her tone of voice when she was using to speak with you.

"We're stuck in traffic right now, but I promise we will get there in the next 10 minutes." You said with a promising tone in your voice. "You better be because i don't know how much longer I can hold Wally off from swallowing this whole place." Once she finished that sentence you could hear Wally say something about how rude Artemis was for saying that about him. The call ended after that and you went to looking out of the window of the car.

"(Y/n) we're here now so lets get going before Artemis comes outside and beats our asses for being late." Dick said while trying to shake you to get out of your daydreaming and get out of the car. "Oh sorry, I didn't notice." You replied to him while quickly shutting the car door behind you.

When you were both at the front door Dick took the handle and opened it for you while saying "Here you are my precious lady." You started to giggle at his playfulness and decided to play along with his little game. "Why thank you my good sir" You said while pretending to courtesy to him for his actions. Both of you only got a few steps into the place before spotting Wally and Artemis already at the booth all of you reserved for the rest of day.

"There you guys are I thought you both would never arrive here by the the time (Y/n) said you would be here soon because she always lies about that." Wally said to you while never taking his eyes off his own menu looking at all of the food options. "And I see you still won't change Wally." You said while rolling your eyes at his terrible comment at you.

All of you took your seats and decide what you wanted to order for your meal. "i am gonna go get the drinks what do you all you want to drink?" Artemis asked everyone at the table. "I'll take a water" Dick said rather quickly knowing exactly what he wanted. "I will have one too" Wally pitched in on what he wanted to drink with his meal.

You were looking at the menu, but nothing you could see was what you wanted for a drink so you Artemis "Can I go with you to see if there are any drinks I would like?" Artemis said yes so the both of you went to the drink stand to see what the place had to offer for the moment of time.

"Dick can you explain now since the girls are gone now why you and (Y/n) can never make it to a place on time?" Wally asked while glancing at his phone from time to time. "You know how (Y/n) is when getting ready to go." Dick said with a look that says she is killing me with that habit of hers. "Yeah I know how she is but you love her no matter what happens." Wally said with a bright smile showing on his face.

"Yeah (Y/n) really is amazing and I love her but man she kills me sometimes, but I'm guessing you have your fair share of pet peeves when your dating Artemis yourself." Dick said giving him a very questioning look at his redhead best friend. "Don't you even get me started on her, she drives me crazy but that's what I love about her." The boys went on with their conversation while having no idea of being watched by some ladies across the room from them.

"Oh my god Amelia look over at those two guys at that table they look so hot!" Rosa gushed to her friend about how hot those guys were that she never even spoke to. "I know I see that Rosa but that guy with dark raven hair looks yummy to me." Amelia said before taking a sip of her coke from her glass. "I know but just look at that redhead he looks like he knows what to do when we are along together." Rosa added a playful wink to her comment as Amelia choked on her drink after hearing what her friend just said to her.

"Rosa control yourself we are in a public building with people around us at every corner you look at." Amelia scolded her friend on her inappropriate behavior when dining out to a place to eat. "Your no better Amelia with you saying about how yummy a guy is without even ever meeting him before" Rosa shot back at her friend's scolding.

The two friends constantly went back and forth for a few minutes before finally decided to talk to the the guys both of them were staring at from earlier. "What happens if they reject us Amelia in front of everyone here that's eating?" Rosa said while panicking about the worst results that could happen to the both of them.

"Nothing will wrong I promise just look at how hot we both are those guys won't be able to take their off us for the rest of the day." Amelia said trying to reassure her friend about talking to them. "I know but maybe we just don't go up to them after all." Rosa said while slopping down in her seat. "Come on when are we ever gonna see guys this hot ever again this is our chance we can't screw it up, Rosa." Amelia declared by dragging Rosa over to the two guys sitting at their table having a conversation.

Wally could see from the angle he was at while talking to Dick could see two girls looking the same age as them coming over to their booth. "Oh shit Dick I think some girls are coming over to us right now." Wally said in a very low whisper trying not to draw attention to himself. "Why does this always happen when will all go out in public and where are (Y/n) and Artemis right now?" Dick groaned out.

"Just go for it Rosa nothing will go wrong just come along." Amelia said when she finally finished Rosa over to the guy's table. Both of the girls saw the two guys stop their conversation together and went to look at the strangers right in front of their table. The two girls sat down next to both of them without even saying a word to them.

Artemis and you were walking back from the drink stand with all your guys drinks and saw two girls putting there hands all over Wally and Dick." I'm going to kill wally when I get over there." Artemis said with a glare on her face while still walking over to the table. The closer you got to the table you could see how uncomfortable Dick was in this moment. You have always know Dick to be a sweet caring person and not wanting to hurt anyone's feelings so you know how he was feeling.

"We're back with the drinks you two." You said calmly as you could after seeing what is going on right now with your boyfriend and a random girl. You and Artemis set the drinks on the table with the girls still touching Wally and Dick. "Excuse could you move so I can have my seat back?" You asked politely to the girl was glaring daggers at you from where you were standing up.

"No I'm sorry I started to get to know this handsome man over here" She purred out in a sultry tone trying to seduce Dick. You started to laugh at her actions because you know Dick would never leave you because he follows you like a lost puppy everywhere you go. Both of the girls gave you a weird looking but went back to trying to seduce the boys.

"You better get your hands off my boyfriend in the 5 minutes or you won't have hands anymore." Artemis said giving a very threatening look to the girl who was roaming her hands all over Wally and she didn't like it one bit. "If I don't what are you gonna do about it blondie." Rosa almost shouted at Artemis.

You could tell that Artemis was furious at the comment she just heard about herself. It was one thing to touch her boyfriend but if you make a comment about her hair fists are about to be flying in this place. "No need to get angry right now lets just get our seats back and we can all just forget this ever happened" You said trying to calm down Artemis from how pissed off she was.

The Rosa girl that was sitting next to Wally went running from the table because of how afraid she was of Artemis. The way Dick pushed the girl out of the booth was the funniest thing you saw since the last time Bruce tripped down the stairs of the bat cave.You could hear mutter under her breath about how much of a bitch you guys were.

The rest of the night was filled with laughter and catching up with one another. When you and Dick were heading out of the door you were pulled by the air and brought into a passionate kiss on his soft lips. "You should be jealous more it looks beautiful on you." Dick said smugly pulling you over to the car with a very red blush coating your cheeks.

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