#this has been sitting in my drafts forever lol

[ronnieartistry]

it is a mystery………

[icewindandboringhorror]

Little bright colored outfit with a fun vest ~

(shoes from ebay like 10 years ago. everything else is thrifted)

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

the body language is fucking wild

[wizerdbattle]

Alice Dyer... are you still there?

[jtspaderstills]

my litol bean again🤏🏻🐻

[thistledropkick]

Here's a translation of the time Taichi tried to trade sushi to Desperado in exchange for photos of Desperado in panties.

The backstory: This all happened during May of 2020, while NJPW shows were shut down. Taichi did a livestream with Tam, which he only convinced her to do by promising to treat her to sushi.

The conversation starts with Taichi saying that in the video, there's a moment where you can see Tam's panties. (Also he censors the word "panties")

Despe:

What’s the timestamp?

Taichi:

Don’t just skip to that part!

If you want to know the timestamp then pay me.

Despe:

I have zero interest in the rest of this video!

Why should I have to watch a long video of you flirting with a girl!

And buy me sushi too!

Taichi:

If you want sushi too, then show me your p*nties too!

If you send me a magnificent pan*y photo, I’ll consider it

Despe:

A panty photo!?

Aren’t you being generous today!

Are you sure you didn’t mean to say an assh*le photo!?

OHHHKAY!

What’re we waiting for, let’s do this!

Taichi:

*sshole photos huh… I’ve seen too many of those, I’m completely bored of them. 

Hey, you said you’ll do it right? Don’t agree to this lightly okay?

Will you do it? Will you really do it?

Once you’ve said you’ll do this, you can’t go back on it. You understand?

So say it.

Will you show me a magnificent panty photo, the likes of which I’ve never seen before?

Well then, I can’t wait!

Despe:

I’ll take the photo tomorrow afternoon!

Prepare the sushi!

Tam (who they have been @ ing this entire time):

Please stop having this vulgar conversation in my mentions , ,

Taichi:

wtf is vulgar about it

Anyway you’re the one who started this by flashing your panti*s on the livestream!

So go buy Pe some sushi

Despe:

If I'm getting treated to sushi I don't care who's buying

but

who are you talking to?

-

Ohh sorry, I didn’t see your name there!

Panty-flashing girl

Tam:

Please don’t call me panty-flashing girl 😡

It’s Tam.

And why do I have to treat you to anything? I haven’t even eaten mine yet!

I was in line before you, Pe-san!

_

The next day:

Despe:

Why is a simple panty photo

And a selfie no less

So incredibly stressful to take…

Hey you in the next apartment, don’t look at me!

You may not know this but my panties have value (sushi)!

Do not report me! DO NOT!

[wormslikeme]

Uh… yes hi ma’am I was sent here to check um how-

*looks down at clipboard*

How Evil your Resident is?

[the-fog-isnt-real]

i think there's a barrier no one talks about. a barrier that exists both in "real" life and on the internet.

for some people, it's so thin that they almost don't notice it when they're crossing it. for others, it's practically insurmountable.

sometimes, you see a person that seems really nice, and you want to be friends with them. (i'm not talking about me here, i'm talking about you.) maybe you talk to them - smalltalk about the classes you have together, or compliments hidden in the tags of reblogs.

but... there's that barrier. that threshold. to become more than just acquaintances, you have to cross it.

are you able to? can you step out of your own little universe? can you and that person maybe, just maybe, live in the same reality? create memories that are true for both of you?

some people will laugh seeing this. they'll never understand the people forever staring at that barrier, weeping.

[password-door-lock]

Your hands are shaking as you punch in the code. This situation is so weird… the sun is barely even up yet; already, you’ve walked across the city to an obscenely expensive-looking apartment building, and now an awkward stranger wants you to just break into this apartment? You get nervous ordering food, so you don’t know what this Unknown fellow expects you to do once you actually get into the apartment. What if the owner’s in there? What if they attack you? What if they call the police? Even if they're not hostile, you have no clue how you're going to explain the situation to the owner— you aren't even sure where Unknown found the phone, or why he would expect its owner to be at home when he found it in a different country.

The lock beeps at you and flashes red. That must mean the code was incorrect, right? Oh god, is this a prank? What kind of person would text a random stranger, send them to a luxury apartment, and then give them a fake code to type in on the door so that they get arrested for attempting to break in? But then again, Unknown seemed relatively trustworthy in the chatroom, and if he was lying to you, surely he would have come up with something more believable than I need you to commit a crime to notify a stranger that I, another stranger, found their phone in a foreign country. You figure that it must be true, because who would go through the effort of constructing such an elaborate scam with a fake messenger app only to use such a flimsy lie? So you try the code again.

But your hands are still shaking, and you definitely type it in wrong again. This time, you know you pressed the 8 key twice— so, making sure to look at the numbers on your phone screen while you type this time, you enter the code again, and you get beeped at for a third time. You decide to cut your losses and just ask Unknown to confirm that he sent you the correct numbers.

MC: Hey I tried to type it in but it didn’t work MC: Can you double check to make sure it’s the right code?  Unknown: It’s correct. MC: Maybe the numbers on the phone aren’t actually related to the apartment?  Unknown: Haha  Unknown: Why don’t you try again?

He must be feeling really nervous about this phone— and no wonder. If he’s actually been using it to send messages all day, then he definitely stole the device. You type in the code again, but after a moment, you get that same red light and beeping noise. You try for a fifth time just to humor this weird stranger, but once again, it doesn’t work— and you were definitely copying directly from the string of numbers he sent you. Okay, well, maybe you should try it one more time, just for good measure— but the same thing happens again, and you’re pretty sure your finger slipped a little bit this time, because the lock blinks red and beeps before you’re even done entering the code. You’ve just started typing the numbers for a seventh time when you are startled by the sound of approaching footsteps. Your fingers slip again. 

“Why are you having so much trouble with such an easy job?” Someone asks, though their voice is heavily distorted. That’s probably not a good sign. 

“Please tell me that you live here,” you breathe, turning around to face the stranger. He’s wearing a mask, so the only part of his face that you can make out are his eyes. They’re a color that you have never seen before in nature, some bright blend of blue and green that, for whatever reason, shakes you to your core. That’s not even taking into consideration the choker or the tattoo or the leather jacket or the unlaced boots, though even when you do add all of those into the equation, you get the feeling that this guy is trouble. “I promise I’m not trying to break into your apartment. Well, I guess technically I am, but I wasn’t going to steal anything. By any chance, did you leave your phone in a foreign country? I don’t know which country, but, apparently some guy f—”

“The plan failed,” the stranger declares in that otherworldly robot voice. 

“Pardon?” 

The lock beeps at you again— it must have timed out or something— and you decide that the best thing you can do is try to type the code in one last time and escape into the apartment. If this guy owns the place, then you’re already fucked, but if he doesn’t, you can get away from him inside. Even if he sees you type the code, you can just lean on the door from the other side until he goes away. So you type in the numbers again, feeling his gaze boring into your back. Once again, you let it sit, and once again, the damn thing beeps at you— but you definitely typed in the right code! 

The stranger seems to find this incredibly amusing, if his cackling is any indication, and you can’t really blame him. It is a little funny that you can’t figure out how to use the lock. “You’re supposed to press the unlock button after you type the code, cutie. No wonder it was giving you such a hard time,” he talks down to you between peals of laughter. “Oh well. Now that you’ve seen me, I can’t let you go in there, anyway. I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to come with me.” 

You try pressing the unlock button, but it just beeps at you again. It must have been too long since you typed the code. Before you can input the numbers once again (by this point, you’ve practically memorized them) the stranger is dragging you away by the arm. He’s surprisingly strong. “You’re Unknown, aren’t you?” Maybe that should have occurred to you a little bit sooner, but in your defense, you were preoccupied with the password lock. 

The stranger does not offer any substantial reply to your inquiry; he only continues dragging you down the hall. “Shh,” he shushes you eventually, though you aren’t sure whether it’s a response to your earlier question or to your half-hearted struggling. For some reason, you’re much more confused than you are afraid. “You don’t need to know who I am.” 

“I was trying to type in the code, I swear,” you explain, “I’m just not very good with password locks… or number passwords in general. You know, one time I typed my PIN number into the microwave? And I’m glad I caught it, because I was just trying to reheat my tea, and here’s my little mug, stuck in the microwave for over an hour— don’t worry,  I took it out. And another time, I typed my phone password into the door for the employee room at work—” 

“I didn’t realize that I needed to think of something like that when I was choosing someone for my plan,” Unknown mutters, more to himself than to you. While you’re stunned silent, trying to process the many implications of his words, he manages to successfully drag you into the elevator and presses the button for the basement parking level. It occurs to you that you are probably stuck with this guy forever. He seems fun, at least. Maybe you’ll get a chance to ask him what the hell he was thinking, making up such a wild and unbelievable lie to snare you into entering a stranger’s apartment. If he’s dragging you away from it, then it’s obvious he doesn’t live there. “I’ll have to be more diligent next time— but I’ll be good to you. You can be my assistant... Yes.” He could not more obviously be making up his plan as he goes along. "I've always wanted an assistant."

“Oh, wow, what a coincidence,” you mutter under your breath, “I’ve always wanted to get dragged out of a luxury apartment building by a guy with a robot voice. This is a bucket list item for both of us.” 

He takes his mask off, which you take as a confirmation that he will never let you out of his sight again. “I’ll take you to paradise,” he assures you in his natural voice, which is just as unfairly beautiful as his face. The elevator doors open. “Come on.” 

Maybe it’s a bad idea, but despite the alarm bells still ringing in your head, you follow him out of the elevator.  

[fatimagic]

5.21 / 8.23

[firstaidspray]

Quick Domingo/Solana doodle 💛

[callsignbaphomet]

1. What color do you associate with them? Gray. All hues of gray. It's actually his favorite color. He finds it's pretty peaceful and calming.

2. What animal do you associate with them? Mainly foxes but also Shiba Inus. I don't really know why specifically Shibas but every time I see one I just instantly think, "Yeah, that man would be a Shiba Inu if he was a dog." Lol not even a Norway based breed of dog, a freakin' Shiba Inu.

3. What element do you associate with them? Lightning and thunder. Nothing really deep about why that element. Fire is wild but it's angry and I guess it would make sense to associate him with fire given his hair color and name (even though that particular god has never done anything to be associated with fire. I'm really confused as to why people think he's the god of fire but whateves). But lightning and thunder are powerful, it can be destructive but it's not all consuming and above all it's wild.

4. What flower/plant do you associate with them? Flower: Jasmine. I read somewhere that it's a flower associated with healing and helping with anxiety and it's symbolism is so spot on for the type of person he is.

"Historically, the Jasmine flower was known to assist in the healing of muscle aches and cramps along with more serious issues, such as digestive trouble and ulcers.

For those who are struggling with insomnia and anxiety, Jasmine has been said to also assist in regular sleep cycles while helping to prevent the onset of chronic anxiety disorders.

Spiritually, Jasmine has been said to aid in healing past traumas as well as providing relaxation and calming with the use of aromatherapy.

Jasmine is also interpreted as an expression of love or of unconditional love, as love is thought of as having healing powers of its own."

5. What part of their appearance do you associate with them the most? His red wavy hair, pale green eyes and freckles. Mostly the freckles though. He's got little spots everywhere and as biased as that may seem I think it's absolutely adorable!

6. What hobby do you associate with them? Video games. That's literally his favorite thing to do in his spare time. Will happily spend hours on end playing video games. He, Jelani, Sanaa and Ingvarr each have a Switch and play either Stardew Valley, Animal Crossing New Horizons or Monster Hunter together. Yeah, time zones (Loke and Jelani are in Maine while their parents are back home in Norway, 6 hour difference) are a bitch but they make it work.

7. What school subject do you associate with them? Math. He's scarily good at it without even trying. Can do just about any calculations in his head without using visual aid. He'd seriously be that kid in school with A+ in math but on everything else he'd have low Bs and Cs.

[swankpalanquin]

succession au where everything is the same except kendall is really into phish and instead of l to the og he tries to play keyboards in a thirty minute jam session

[eggcats]

After Lucifer realizes Alastor KNOWS the cat is him, he gets a "life flashing before your eyes" flashback of every embarrassing thing he did as a cat because he thought he had immunity.

Vaulting onto Alastor's lap as he is reading and practically shoving the book out of the way to force himself there and lay on his chest, purring. (It might take a while for Lucifer to realize that Alastor Let Him Do This.)

Zoomies.

Fighting with KeeKee for the best spot on the bed. (He will NOT give up the prime spot on the pillow, thank you very much.)

Begging for food as Alastor cooks. (Lucifer, in no way, noticed that while KeeKee got small bits fed to her, he was given practically a full plate of whatever Alastor made. Lucifer kind of thought that just meant he was the superior cat.)

Knocking things off any counter he sees, and then staring innocently when Alastor yells at him for it.

The funniest thing is, since Alastor didn't know Lucifer thought he was being sneaky, Alastor didn’t even register any of these things as embarrassing. While Lucifer is having his crisis about trying to figure out how to be friends with Alastor, Alastor is under the impression that they're already basically friends.

Lucifer might have been too distracted being a cat and then trying to figure out how to NOT be a cat, to notice that their bickering hasn't been as cutting or bloodthirsty in months, and is instead more joking. (Lucifer kind of thought he was just getting better at verbally sparring, and not that Alastor wasn't really trying to upset him.)

Alastor kind of took the "cat time" Lucifer as just a timeout to their normal dynamic, and then as he got used to him just started accepting him as "normal" Lucifer as well.

(I like to think Alastor never questioned "cat time" and just chalked it up to Lucifer’s idiosyncrasies, and since it didn't cause issues, just let it go. He takes the "oh, to understand your twisted little mind," that he said to Niffty, and just applies it here, essentially. Alastor is basically the meme of "this might as well happen, Hell is already so goddamn weird.")

Radioapple fic, where Lucifer decides to get to the bottom of that deer asshole's agenda and figure out what he wants with a DEAL with his DAUGHTER.

So, Lucifer decides some reconnaissance on Alastor is necessary - except it's so hard to sneak up on him with that whole shadow shtick. And every time Lucifer tries to talk to him, Alastor needles him so much they wind up fighting, even when he wasn't even trying to start a fight! Can't they have one (1) single civil conversation so he can figure out how to break this deal he has?!??! ONE!

*cough* Anyway.

Lucifer notices that Alastor doesn't bother when KeeKee invades his kitchen (he even feeds her scraps!) and just overall is fine being bothered by a cat. He can work with this. He is a master manipulator AND shape-shifter. He can also become a cat. And Alastor will never be the wiser.

(Spoiler. Alastor is the wiser. It's a white and red cat with yellow eyes that half the time has a fucking tophat on.)

The problem, though, is that ALASTOR doesn't think Lucifer is trying to hide his identity. He just thinks Lucifer decided to bother him as a cat and just took it in stride. Why not, Hell is weird enough as it is, and to be fair, it's kind of entertaining. He'll let it go. Plus, for whatever reason, he's quiet as a cat, so it's fine if he just wants to hang out near him as he works. (Alastor kind of thinks the king of hell is desperate for socialization, but it is too awkward to actually do it. Which, he's not wrong but, ouch.)

LUCIFER, HOWEVER thinks he's being the epitome of discretion. He can get close to Alastor, who will become overly comfortable and spill all his secrets to cat-him! Foolproof!

It eventually escalates to Lucifer regularly hanging out with Alastor as a cat, and after the first time where he broke into his room (as a cat!) and Alastor just let him do it - it became a habit.

(It's not Lucifer's fault if, for thousands of years, he was used to sharing a warm bed with someone, and now he has trouble sleeping alone. Not that him and Alastor are sleeping together! But. Sometimes, he curls up near him as a cat on the bed, and sometimes, they both sleep there. It's not weird! Alastor doesn't even know it's him! [He does.])

Lucifer starts going through a mild crisis one day as he realizes he likes Alastor and kind of wants to be with him (as friends! FRIENDS) as himself, and not a cat. But he has absolutely no idea how to, and kind of spirals.

Alastor walks in on him having a freak out on the couch, and just casually removes his hat and starts petting his head to calm him down.

"Wh-what are you doing?!"

"This seemed to calm you as a feline, I figured it would do the same here."

"WHAT!?"

"Is it not working? Now, what could be so dire as to have His Majesty using the hotel as his own personal room? Surely you don't wish for Charlotte to see you in such a state, sire?"

Lucifer, very quickly, has to come to terms with the fact that Alastor KNEW. (For how long????!) Are they- are they friends? Is this actually not weird?

(Lucifer might have almost forgotten about his original purpose with the deal, but that's still definitely something he'll keep a watch on. Just, maybe he can as himself, too?)

This revelation gives him a whole new set of issues. He...he still sleeps in Alastor's bed as a cat, though, right? Asking to do that as himself (even if it's still him!? Seriously, how long did Alastor know?) would be weird. Right? Right.

[otomegamesandme]

I know fall is almost over but what if I finished and posted my fall game recs-