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[anisespice]

“ hate your boyfriend ” || tokyo rev. pt. 3

one two

synopsis: “ just drop your boyfriend. ”

pairing: college!toman x gn!reader

warnings: mature language, sexual themes, MDI. toxic!toman, cheater!reader (pumpkin eater!!!), mikey and baji’s are fairly long, mitsuya’s short and sweet, not proof-read, mild mention of violence, mild angst (for the exes), and i think that’s it

notes: whew wasn’t sure where to take some of these, but i’m fairly satisfied with this conclusion for hate your boyfriend! thank you all for showing it love and i hope y’all enjoy! <333

tagged: @fantasycantasy , @spacegirl05, @neverlandlostchild , @darks-pet-shadow, @captaincyberqueen

The sun was the first to greet you as it peeked through your curtains.

Awaking with a soft groan and a stretch, you winced at the immediate ache in your muscles that answered instead of relief. You began to slowly sit up, hissing through your teeth as you did. Blinking groggily at your naked form, you could vaguely make out the bruises painted along your inner thighs. The longer you examined them, the more memories that came flooding in:

Your legs were high enough to nearly touch your shoulders, spread wide and unabashed with your back pressed into the mattress, fingers tangled in silky tresses that curtained over your hips like spilled ink while an experienced tongue fluent in your pleasure buried itself deep in your…

You remembered. MIKEY had paid you a visit last night.

When your mind eventually caught up with your body, you turned to the other side of the bed hoping to be met with the comforting presence of your still sleeping companion. You grimaced.

Empty.

Tears slowly welled up in your eyes. Biting your lip to push back the whimper you so desperately wanted to let out, you hit the pillow where his head laid instead, then a couple more times for good measure. To think that this visit would’ve been any different, that for once you would mean more to him than just someone to fool around with whenever he felt like it.

But, before you could wallow in self pity any further, there’s a knock on the bedroom door. You jumped, tugging the covers up to salvage what little decency you had in your vulnerable state. With your heart thumping wildly in your ribs, your breath hitched…Did he stay after all?

A second knock. This one a little more persistent.

With a stuttered intake of breath, you answered, “C-Come in.”

There’s a brief pause, as if the person on the other side hesitated in case they heard you wrong. You called out again, this time more confidently, your fists bunching up the sheets in anticipation at the sound of the doorknob turning; hope bloomed where dread had been planted. A watery smile grew on your face, however, the person who ended up peeking around the door wasn’t at all who you were expecting.

“Wha—Takemichi?!”

Your screech made the blonde startle, jerking back into whoever was standing behind him causing them both to yelp in pain before he was promptly shoved further into the room. Stumbling over his footing, Takemichi fell flat on the floor with a large thud. You winced, reflexively pulling the covers closer to your chin. Shortly after, the culprit revealed himself, a disgruntled Chifuyu holding his nose in pain as he glared down at the offender.

“Jeez, dude, s’your head made outta freaking stone?”

Takemichi grunted from below, “You were the one breathing down my damn neck!”

Like a deer in headlights, you watched the two of them bicker back and forth for a good second until the realization of your very nakedness beneath the covers caught up with you. With fire shrouding beneath your skin, you squeaked, “U-Uh excuse me!”

The two blondes froze, as if they just remembered what they were supposed to be doing. When their eyes darted in your direction, faces lit up like Christmas, Chifuyu and Takemichi swiftly turned on their heels with stiffened bodies while profusely apologizing as they faced away to give you privacy. Nervously, you searched around for a shirt or something, seeing clothes already waiting for you on your nightstand. You knew based on how haphazardly folded they were, Mikey left them there.

Your chest didn’t feel as tight anymore.

Without hesitation you snatched the shirt and sweats and quickly threw them on. Now somewhat decent, you gave the devastated pair the okay. “You can look now…”

Even from behind, you could tell how flustered they were, their ears red and demeanor meek as they hesitantly turned back around. Chifuyu scratched his cheek and Takemichi rubbed the back of his neck, both avoiding eye contact. The former was the first to break the awkward silence, “Sorry ‘bout that, [_____].”

He elbowed the latter. “Guht!… right. Sorry [_____].”

You nodded, offering a small smile. “It’s fine…you did knock. I just…wasn’t expecting to see you two.”

“Oh, right. Mikey called us. We arrived a few minutes ago, actually.”

“Yeah, he told us to check on you to see if you were awake—”

“He’s still here?” You perked up, hopes raised high to the ceiling. The duo finally looked at you again to show their confusion. Were you not aware of that?

Clearly from your elated expression, that seemed to be the case. Both nodded firmly, and they could’ve sworn the room grew brighter from your smile alone. However, it soon dissipated when an unanswered question still hung in the air.

With a confused blink, you asked, “Wait but…why’d he call you?”

They avoided eye contact again. Takemichi answered.

“You uh.. you’re needed in the living room.”

—

Though you struggled to get out of the bed and walk, you were grateful neither of them commented on it as they escorted you out of the bedroom. From down the hall, you could faintly make out a few other voices coming from the living room, nerves beginning to raddle as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt—More people?

Nothing could’ve prepared you for the sight you’re greeted with. Your eyes locked on the individual tied to a chair in the middle of the room, first. His head hung low, as if he were on the verge of unconsciousness, but there was no mistaking it. “A-Aki..”

Your presence was acknowledged instantly, every pair of eyes now on you. You felt rooted to the floor, utterly gobsmacked as you scanned the small area with alarms sounding off in your head—Draken, Mitsuya, even Baji came out of the kitchen carrying a bowl of ice before halting in his tracks upon noticing you. He greeted you with a wordless, fanged grin before the one man you’ve been wondering about since you woke up trailed out from behind him.

His low, tired gaze slowly sparked to life when it landed on you, lips spreading into a warm grin as he opened his arms and said, “Mornin’, angel. Sleep well?”

You widely blinked.

“Mikey…what’re you.. what is—what,” you stammered, having difficulty choosing what question to ask first as you vaguely gestured.

Your boyfriend sluggishly lifted his head, revealing his taped mouth and swollen face. Your jaw dropped, hand flying up to catch it; man’s was fucked up. And to add insult to injury, the former blonde practically floated over to you to happily engulf you in his strong embrace, as if the scene in front of you wasn’t there. You hesitated returning his affection, perturbed as you watched Baji set the bowl of ice on the coffee table and submerged his fists in it to numb his knuckles.

You gasped before gently pushing Mikey back to shout at the ravenette, “Don’t!”

Baji paused, looking over his shoulder at you. With mild annoyance, he said, “But t’s my turn.”

“Fuck your turn,” you looked back at Mikey, practically staring into his soul. “Explain yourself. Right now.”

He frowned. “No good mornin’ kiss?”

“Mikey.” You pressed, making him pout. When he didn’t say anything in response, you huffed before quickly pecking his lips, face boiling at the fact that there was an audience; you could feel Aki’s glare trying to burn you both. Mikey, on the other hand, beamed with satisfaction. “Now, will you please-”

“One more.”

“Wha—No.”

He pouted again. “One more, and then I’ll explain-”

“Right now, Manjiro!”

Your volume was unexpected, the room startling to a halt. Before Mikey had a chance to speak, you cut him off by lightly shoving him while spewing questions at him, “What the hell is Aki doing tied up in my living room like a fucking hostage? And why are you giving our friends turns?—Turns for what? Is this what you’ve seriously been doing while I was asleep? Trying to make some stupid point? Sneaking around with you wasn’t enough?”

“[_____]-”

“Why did you make me wake up thinking you left again without saying goodbye, you asshole?!”

That last part resulted in you beating your fists against his chest, and Mikey took every hit without protest.

Draken went to speak, since obviously their leader was taking his sweet time providing explanation, but swallowed his words when the shorter delinquent merely wrapped you in his arms again, placing a kiss on your forehead to smooth out the stress lines. He lingered there for a moment before resting his chin upon your head, hands soothingly rubbing your back as you shakily returned the hug, tightly clutching onto his shirt.

Gazes respectfully averted from the vulnerable display, aside from Aki as he continued to watch the two of you, overcome with despair when it all sunk in; you were never his. He had always been second place when it came to Manjiro Sano.

“Don’t be upset, angel. ‘m not going anywhere.”

You sniffled. “Then why-”

Mikey replied, coldly. “Seems your little plaything’s been busy. He paid off a couple of third-rate gangs to try and ‘stomp me out for good’.”

You stiffened, pulling back to search his eyes for any hint of a joke, but the abyss merely stared back. With a slight shake in your head, you attempted to deny the information, not wanting to believe Aki would do such a thing. But, after getting confirmation from the others, there was no room for any doubt.

“Only took us minutes to find out,” Mitsuya said. “Some of their members were cocky enough to go around running their mouths in hopes of recruiting other guys.”

“We tracked down every single one of the bastards involved. Took a few days, but a success nonetheless.” Draken added.

“And guess whose sorry ass was at the root of it all.” Baji sneered, kicking the side of the chair and sending Aki toppling over. He landed with a large thud, moans of pain following shortly after, muffled under the tape on his mouth.

You winced slightly at the sound, but weren’t able to dwell on it for long when Mikey redirected your focus back on him with a gentle nudge under your chin. His expression spoke a thousand words, ranging from solemn to devotion.

Reaching down to hold your hands, he explained.

“That’s why I left town the night after your party. Didn’t want you getting caught up in anything until we got this shit sorted out.”

With a blink, your eyes briefly shifted over to the groaning figure on your living room floor. “A bit late for that.”

Draken shook his head. “Told him we could’ve gone somewhere else to do this. Dumbass just wanted to wave his dick around.”

Mikey flushed, glaring at his second in command. “Did not!”

“Did, too.”

“Shut up, Ken-chin...” he huffed, pouting. “I just knew he wouldn’t suspect anything if [_____] asked him to come over.”

Your brows furrowed. But, your questions are answered when Mikey pulled said device from his pocket, handing it back to you.

“Might’ve borrowed this while you were sleeping.”

Taking the phone in one hand, you could only stare down at your reflection in the screen as it felt like a heavy weight in your hand. Your eyes trailed over to Aki, meeting his pained gaze as he breathed heavily through his nose. A large part of you felt horrible. With him receiving a beating on top of discovering your unfaithfulness, there was no ignoring the lump in your throat as you struggled to swallow. "I...I didn't want things to get this bad..."

Mikey squeezed your other hand, "It's not your fault, angel. Aki just forgot his place, that's all." He shot down an indifferent look at his pathetic form, Aki's blood running cold as he attempted to make himself appear smaller to avoid it. The former blonde directed a softer look at you, rubbing your arm as he assured you. "But the boys'll take care of it, so don't worry your pretty head."

Draken nodded at Takemichi and Chifuyu, the two of them making quick work to sit the guest of the hour upright, each grabbing at the chair's legs to lift Aki up and carry him out of the living room. He slowly began to panic, eyes wildly looking around the room and then landing on you as he pleaded with them, yells muffled by the tape around his mouth. "Mmmh! Mmfh! Mmfhh!"

You gaped, nervously taking a small step forward, "W-Where are you taking him?"

"Relax. Pah's lending us his truck, we're gonna load the fucker up and drop him at the hospital. I wanted to let him stargaze by a dumpster somewhere, but I was outvoted." Baji grumbled.

You allowed yourself to find relief in his statement, although it only sparked another concern. One that Mitsuya picked up on as he waved a hand. "We'll have Michi and Fuyu keeping tabs on him, make sure he behaves."

Mikey scoffed. "Even if he's stupid enough to run to the cops, we've got a few of his buddies ready to pin a bunch of shit on him, if necessary."

Without realizing just how much adrenaline you were running on, you could feel your legs buckle under you. Mikey was quick to steady you, bringing you over to the couch to sit you down, gently. He gestured for someone grab something to drink from the kitchen, Draken being the closest doing just that while Baji and Mitsuya trailed Takemichi and Chifuyu out the door to help with the truck.

Sitting there, lost in your thoughts, eventually the cold sensation of the glass of water pressed to your cheek snapped you free. Absentmindedly taking it from Draken, you muttered a soft thanks before chugging it down. Mikey sat beside you, rubbing your back as he let you take it all in. The second in command was dismissed shortly after to give the two of you some alone time, him placing a hand on your shoulder before taking his leave and closing the front door with a slam.

You jumped, blinking for a moment. Mikey took the empty cup from your shaky hands, taking them into his own as he held them. “What’s on your mind, angel?”

Closing your eyes, you deeply inhaled. Everything. Everything, everywhere, all at once, that’s what. However, you merely exhaled a small chuckle in disbelief, shaking your head as you eventually lifted your gaze to meet his attentive one. Squeezing his hands back, you softly, tiredly, responded. “Can you come back to bed now?”

Mikey looked at you, caught off guard. Then, he offered you a small grin of which soon turned into a yawn of his own. “Of course, angel.”

“So. This a thing now, or..?”

Inui’s eyes darted between you and DRAKEN, all cuddled up on your side of the booth. He was sipping his drink nonchalantly with you wrapped around his bicep, playing with his free hand while scrolling through social media. Both of you exchanged looks, him swallowing and your thumb stopping mid-scroll, then back at the confused blonde.

“Yeah.”

“Pretty much.” You chirped.

Inui heavily sighed. “Great. Means ‘m officially a third wheel. I’ll think twice before agreeing to hang out from now on. I’ve been traumatized enough when you were just on friendly terms. And I use that label lightly.”

Draken rolled his eyes. “Tsk. We were not that bad.”

“Need I remind you of the time I came into the shop earlier than normal, and you had them spread across the—Ngh!”

“Whoops. My foot slipped.” You coyly hummed, going back to scrolling. Inui’s brow twitched, reaching down to sooth his poor shin.

Draken snorted, face subtly flushed having remembered that day, vividly. It was one of the times you and your boy toy got into an argument; give you one guess about who. He cleared his throat, fist up to his lips to hide the growing smirk as Inui shot him a small glare, mouth opening to say more…until he’s loudly interrupted.

“You should’ve seen ‘em. I had that loser running for the hills!”

All three of you paused, exchanging looks of bewilderment. Peering over the booth you could see a group of guys entering the cafe, their leader instantly being recognized by both you and Draken; Takeru. You blinked in surprise, the two mechanics watching with mild interest as the boastful nuisance picked a nearby table, completely oblivious to the attention they've drawn. His friends appeared annoyed, groans leaving their lips as they slumped in their seats.

"Yeah, man, so you've said...for the hundredth time already." One had said, the other shaking his head.

"I still don't buy it. I mean, you, of all people, scaring off the Draken? No shot in hell."

Inui's eyes widened to the size of plates, you nearly choked on air whilst the forementioned man merely raised his eyebrow at the slander. Him? Running from that wet napkin? Damn straight no shot in hell. Takeru, on the other hand, was very adamant on the events being true.

He gave a smug laugh, sounding like a cartoon villain as he crossed his arms in triumph. "Well, you better believe it! I told him off for getting too friendly with [_____] and left him picking himself off the floor afterwards. It was light work."

His friends didn't look convinced in the slightest. "Mhm." "Sure, dude."

"I'm serious!"

Draken set his drink down, wry smirk growing on his face. He then cracked his neck and his knuckles as he readied himself for a much-deserved confrontation. Inui sighed, following suit as he rolled his shoulders back before standing. You sat up on your knees, whining at him as you tugged on his sleeve. "Don't kill him, Ken, I still need to get some of my things from his place..."

"I'll buy you new shit, doll." He said, gun-metal eyes hardening as he looked over at the other table. "'fraid I can't make any promises this time."

With Takeru facing the opposite direction, there was no way for him to notice the impending doom behind him. His friends, however, resemble deer in headlights at the sight of the six-foot-one and five-foot-ten approaching. Instantly recognizing the infamous dragon tattoo, they knew their friend's fate was about to be sealed. One gulped and the other merely closed his eyes in prayer.

Takeru tilted his head at them, brows furrowed. He opened his mouth to speak, only for a large hand to latch onto his shoulder and squeeze, rendering him speechless as pain racked through his body like red alerts across a screen. Draken leered over him like a blanket of death, wearing a sharp grin as he spoke venomously.

"Oi. Mr. Light Work. Why don’t you tell me and Inui here all about how you had me ‘running for the hills’ and ‘picking myself off the floor’. I seem to recall a different scenario, but hey, you can help jog my memory outside, yeah?"

When Makoto first opened his eyes after what felt like an eternal slumber, it took him a moment to gather his surroundinngs. The bright, cold lights on the ceiling. The crisp smell of lemon-scented disinfectant and latex. The rhythmic beating of his heart monitor.

Hospital. He was in the hospital.

With a few confused blinks and a groan, he wracked his brain to try and remember what happened that landed him in there. How long had it been? A day? A week? He wasn’t sure. But, he wouldn’t have to ponder long when his privacy curtain is pulled back to reveal his mother and a nurse. She gasped, flocking to his bedside with tears instantly flowing out of her face, kisses being showered on his bruises that instantly made him hiss in pain.

“Ngh-! M-Mom,” he rasped, struggling to lean away. The nurse, though nervously, advised against any sudden movements due to his weakened state.

“Ma’am, it may not be wise to overwhelm the patient so soon, he’s-”

She fixed the nurse with a hard glare, tears still streaming down her face, looking rather unhinged. “My husband doesn’t donate thousands of dollars to this hospital for you to give unsolicited advice. Do your job and get him something to eat.”

Bristled, the nurse bit her tongue before saying something she’d regret. With a small bow she excused herself, leaving just the two of them. Immediately, his mother went back to wailing about his injuries, asking him a million questions, whilst cursing about his ‘no-good significant other for getting him into trouble’—

“Wait, wait, wait. What did you say?”

“Hm? Oh, that [_____]. I told you they were no good, just based on their lack of decorum and who they associate with, it was bound to have you end up in the hospital, or worse. Thank God they agreed to leave you for good after this because I don’t know what I would’ve done if-”

“What did they say happened?” Makoto asked, exasperated.

His mother blinked, then burst into tears once more. “Oh, no! My poor baby has amnesia! Nurse! Nurse!”

“Mother!” He exclaimed, latching onto her sleeve before she could cause more of a scene. “Tell me what [_____] told you!”

“Honey, they said you got into fight trying to protect them from a mugging.”

Makoto froze. Then, with the speed of a man on fire, tossed the thin, scratchy blankets off to the side and jumped out of bed. Nearly giving his mother a heart attack, her nagging fell upon deaf ears as he made a beeline for his things gathered in a chair sitting in the corner, immediately searching for his phone. Upon finding the device, his sourtude only worsened when he saw there were no missed calls, no texts, no nothing from you.

He began blowing up your phone, but to no avail. Went straight to voicemail every time. Minutes passed, and Makoto grew increasingly more irritated to where one could see steam emitting from his ears. His mother continued pestering him, and soon the nurse came back with a tray of food, shocked to see him out of bed and joining the pestering, of which turned into the both of them arguing once more. But he paid them no mind, too busy delving into white hot hatred, ready to sign a deal with the devil himself if it meant you and that BAJI paid for humiliating him.

Just as he was about to dial again, there's a knock at the door.

The nurse and his mother pause their back and forth, looking over at the doorway to see a boy with dual-toned hair and a dangly earring. He gave a small grin, but his eyes practically pierced through Makoto. He didn't recognize the visitor, but judging based on his tatted neck and unsettling aura, he knew it couldn't mean anything good.

"Excuse me," his mother soon broke the silence. "I believe you have the wrong room."

"Oh, no, I have the right room. My name's Kazutora. I'm a friend of [_____]'s."

Makoto's eyes widened. He thrusted an accusatory finger at him, "N-No, I know you! Y-You're that felon, you work at that pet store with that psycho who attacked me, Keisuke Baji!"

Kazutora tilted his head. "Hm? Baji didn't attack you. You were knocked out cold by a thief. [_____] called him to help bring you all the way here-"

"There wasn't any mugging! I was assaulted by that thug in [______]'s apartment!"

"What?!" His mother screeched. Kazutora merely shook his head.

"Mm, no, I think you're mistaken. Baji was at the shop when [_____] called him. They're both at the police station right now giving their statement. They sent me here to check in on you." Kazutora lied effortlessly through his teeth, stare unwavering as he gaslit everyone in the room. "Clearly you hit your head pretty hard, man. Maybe you should lie back down. You aren't thinking straight."

Makoto floundered, gesturing wildly. "HE'S FUCKING LYING!"

His mother and the nurse didn't make the situation any better, cornering him and ushering him back to bed. Even though he struggled, there was no stopping the strength of an overworked, underpaid nurse as she slammed him down onto the bed, wrestling with him for a moment until she secured him with his mother's help, tucking him in tightly within the blankets. His mother fawned over him, combing through his hair, being careful of the bandages. Tears welled up in her eyes again, thinking that her son had gone hysterical. "My poor baby..."

"No, mother, you don't understand! You need to call our attorneys right now, c-call the police! That b-bastard's trying to make me sound crazy!"

"Maybe some morphine will help calm him down." Kazutora casually commented to the nurse. She grunted in agreement, worn out from dealing with the both of them as she left to prepare a heavy dosage.

He continued to shout in protest, all the way up until the nurse stuck him with the morphine. He tried to fight against it, but it was no use. And the last thing he could comprehend before the world faded to black was the hazy outline of Kazutora, approaching his bed as he leaned down to whisper a parting threat.

"Don’t try anything stupid. We know where you live."

—

Baji's phone vibrated, causing him to groan as he turned to squint at the offending device. With you fucked out, laid out, and passed out in his arms, he wanted nothing more to ignore whatever asshole was texting him. But, upon further inspection, it was his favorite asshole sending him an update on his little problem.

from : tora 9:09pm     “ 👍. ”

He grinned, sharply. After locking his phone and setting it back on the nightstand, he tugged you closer to his side, exhaling deeply in satisfaction. He'll be sure to visit the 'brave hero' tomorrow. May even bring Patches.

He wished he had a camera to capture the look on your boyfriend’s face right now.

When Haji came over to apologize for his behavior yesterday, flowers in his hand and everything, MITSUYA was the last thing he expected to see. Said lavender-haired delinquent looked him up and down, disinterest coloring his expression as he leaned against the doorframe, shirtless, mind you. It didn't take Haji long to notice the assortment of hickies painted across his pale torso, all the way down to his pelvis visible in his low-hanging joggers.

Haji could feel bile rise in the back of his throat. Anger soon bubbled right after.

But, before he could even think to spew out threats, Mitsuya reeled his arm back and with the strength of God himself landed one crack right between Haji's eyes, sending him and the flowers flying backward, right off the stoop. He landed with a sickening thud to the pavement, flowers spreading haphazardly as some fluttered in the air until they eventually landed on the ground. Mitsuya shook out his knuckles, turned on his heel to grab the couple of boxes sitting near the doorway, filled with some of Haji’s stuff. He tossed them out the door to land right by his unconscious body, dusting off his hands before heading back inside, slamming the door right behind him.

Like he said. He only needed one.

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[revelboo]

hello, wishing you a happy belated birthday ~! 🎂🎁🎈

I do have a question for you, would you consider writing something regarding Knock Out ? It is perfectly alright if not, I still wanted to wish you a happy birthday either way!

Thanks! I have wrote him before, but here’s part 2.

My Favorite Accident Pt 2

TFP Knockout x Reader

• Venting as he pulls alongside that ugly abomination of yours, he transforms as you climb out of your car. “You cheated,” he growls without any real heat as he stretches out a kink. Knows you’re not cheating, but still enjoys watching those angry eyes flash with indignation and your helmet covered head snaps up to stare at him.

• Taking your time pulling your helmet off, you bite back a smile. Because you can’t exactly tell the guy who literally becomes a sports car that you’re just a better driver than he is. Not and live long after with that fragile ego of his, anyway. And, truth be told, you don’t want to make him angry. You actually like these little impromptu races. No money involved, but just cutting loose. Learning exactly how much you can push him without it being too much. “I cheated? Me?” You snap back, falling into the persona you’ve adopted for the races. Because if any of the other racers actually realize you’re terrified of them? That you’re all alone and afraid? It’d be over, so attitude’s become your armor. Balancing your helmet on a hip, you huff. “Guess you’re blind and slow.”

• “Slow?” Bending he carefully catches you to lift you onto the roof of your car so he doesn’t have to bend so far to get in your face. Tries not to think about how insubstantial you feel in his hand. “You barely won that last time.” Because he’s learning from you, copying your unorthodox techniques. And enjoying the challenge you pose, the lazy arguing. Seeing headlight on the road above the culvert, he swallows a growl. Eases you back down onto the ground, aware of your little hands warm on his servos. “Humans,” he vents as he falls forward into his alt mode, but lingers because he’s not done with you just yet. Not ready to return to the Nemesis and just wants this to last a bit longer.

• Fingers gripping your helmet, you turn to track the other car. And they are headed down the access road. During the summer, the huge drainage canals are mostly empty aside from whatever garbage accumulated during the rains and that made them perfect for illegal racing. Sure, they’d been nearly caught a few times, but the local PD mostly just chases them off without any real effort to catch them. Probably just happy they didn’t race in the street, you guess.

• The black sports car with a laughing skull on the hood that pulls up is one he recognizes from the races. A particularly loud human who always comes in behind you both, and Knockout watches you hook a thumb in your back pocket. Stance relaxed, but he’s been around you long enough to know about the knife you keep there. Always keeping a hand near that pocket when dealing with the other racers. “Ricky,” you call out, tone flat despite the tight smile as the man steps out of his car.

• Fantastic. Deep breath in and out, you remind yourself. Play the part like you don’t care. “You two working together? Hustling everyone else?” He asks, smile taking on a mean edge as he stalks around Knockout to send anxiety needling through you. All he sees is you and two empty cars. He surfs a palm over Knockout’s fender like he wants to touch the car, but doesn’t. But when his head lifts, that look crashes through you, reminding you that you are in fact scared of him.

• No snarky comeback? Knockout shifts on his tires as he picks up on your tension. You don’t move as the man walks over, still smiling. “So where is your partner? Leave you out here alone?” And then he’s lunging, fingers closing on your wrist when you lash out with that little knife of yours. Making a little noise of pain as he squeezes your wrist until you drop your weapon. “We could be friends, too.”

• Heart racing, you try to hit him with your helmet and he shoves you down, no longer smiling. It’s the sound that cuts through your blind panic, though. That almost musical sound of Knockout transforming. Looking like a demon with those glowing optics as he actually snarls. And then Ricky is running away from Knockout and his car both as Knockout lifts his arm a weapon aimed at the fleeing man’s back and your heart stops. “Don’t,” you gasp, flinching when he stares down at you. “He’s not worth it.”

• Fury singing through him, he crouches to offer you a servo and you cling to him, letting him pull you back to your feet. Annoyed that you don’t want him to permanently remove this problem, because he wants to. Wants the human to suffer for touching you. “Can I at least destroy that ugly car of his?” He growls, baring his denta in a grin when you solemnly nod.

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Tonight, the massive pink chairs are rolling once more on The Voice Season 2023 On-line And for Blake Shelton, it is going to be the ultimate time he sits in a type of huge pink chairs. The nation singer is leaving The Voice after serving as a coach on the NBC singing competitors collection for 12 years. The Voice 2023 Begin Time, ChannelThe Voice Season 23 premieres Monday, March 6 at 8pm ET/PT on NBC (through Sling (opens in new tab) or fubo (opens in new tab)) Shelton beforehand introduced, "I've determined it is time for me to step down the voice After season 23. This present has modified my life for the higher in each approach and it'll at all times really feel like residence to me."Though he might be missed, the present should go on. For her closing season, Shelton might be joined by returning coach Kelly Clarkson (for her ninth installment). Making their debut on the panel are Likelihood the Rapper and former One Route star Niall Horan. As traditional, The Voice Season 23 begins with blind auditions, with hopefuls singing their hearts out. If coaches need one on their crew, they push a button that spins their huge pink chairs to get their first look. After the blind auditions, Reba McEntire will function Mega Mentor for the knockout rounds.Here is the whole lot it's worthwhile to know to observe The Voice Season 2023 on-line. Additionally, try a primary look preview under: The best way to watch The Voice Season 2023 from anyplace on the planetSimply because NBC is not accessible all over the place doesn't suggest you must miss The Voice Season 23 for those who're away from residence. It may be fairly straightforward to see the remainder of the web. With the correct VPN (Digital Non-public Community), you possibly can stream the present wherever you go.Unsure which VPN is best for you? We examined many various providers and selected ours for this Finest VPN is holistic ExpressVPN (opens in new tab). It presents wonderful velocity and wonderful customer support.Utilizing a VPN is extremely straightforward.1. Set up the VPN of your alternative. As we stated, ExpressVPN (opens in new tab) Our favourite.2. Select the placement you need to connect with within the VPN app. For instance, for those who're within the US and need to see a UK service, you'd choose UK from the checklist.3. Sit again and benefit from the motion. Go to your web site or streaming service of alternative and tune inThe best way to Watch The Voice Season 2023 On-line in USAWithin the US, The Voice Season 22 premieres Monday, March 6 at 8pm ET/PT on NBC.NBC is an area broadcast community that may be accessed by top-of-the-line TV antennas or a cable TV bundle.Should you've already reduce the twine and do not have cable, you possibly can watch NBC on dwell TV providers like Sling TV, FuboTV, YouTube TV, Hulu with Stay TV, and DirecTV Stream.Amongst these choices, we suggest Sling TV and Fubo TV, two of the perfect cable TV choices. The best way to Watch Peacock Voice 2023It's also possible to watch The Voice 2023 episodes the day after Peacock's dwell NBC broadcast (opens in new tab), NBCUniversal's streaming service. To observe the present season, you will want Peacock Premium (opens in new tab), which has two layers. The ad-supported tier is $4.99 monthly, whereas the ad-free plan is $9.99.The best way to watch The Voice 2023 within the UKDangerous information for Brits: The Voice season 23 is at the moment not scheduled to air on any UK channel. The Voice UK Season 12 will premiere someday in 2023, though a precise date has not been introduced.For anybody abroad who desires to make use of providers they already pay for, try ExpressVPN (opens in new tab).The best way to watch The Voice 2023 in CanadaCanadians can tune into The Voice Season 23 concurrently People on CTV 2, in the event that they get the channel with their cable bundle. The best way to watch The Voice 2023 in AustraliaSadly, Aussies will not be capable of watch The Voice Season 23 on any native channel.

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(via GIPHY)    CHAPTER 4

I WILL REVEAL THE 7TH HEAD OF THE ANTICHRIST BEAST AROUND LATE FALL 2020.  THEN I WILL WRITE THE BOOK THAT DR CHRISTIAN ASKED ME TO WRITE AND PREPARE FOR YOU. UNTIL THEN I WILL CONTINUE TO PUBLISH ON TUMBLR

[yrodushka]

I drew my favorite boys. Hope you like it like this. Actually, I want to say that these two are some of my favorite characters. The Knockout will punish me every time. (the quality decided to leave us, as the resolution is too large for Tumblr)

[weenwrites]

Shark Anon back with the angst lets GOOO

Okay so; Predaking, Megatron, Dreadwing, Soundwave, and Knockout with a human s/o who dies in their arms, BUT- their s/o has always been really into music and sings a lot, so as they’re dying, they(s/o) sing their Robo lover a song to comfort them, and possibly don’t even get to finish.

Pain is hilarious/j

Have a good day/night!

-🦈

TFP Predaking, Megatron, Dreadwing, Soundwave, and Knockout Reacting To A Dying Human S/O Singing Them A Last Song

Pairing - Romantic Category - Headcanons Trigger Warnings - Death

Predaking

He hates this. He hates this feeling of uselessness as he’s reduced to being able to do nothing but hold you in his hands as you slowly die right in front of his eyes. He should’ve been able to protect you—to save you from this, yet no, he’s incapable of doing that. He can't get you to a hospital, he doesn't know anything about human anatomy to even help—he's completely helpless to you. All Predaking can do is hold you close to his chassis as you begin to sing him a final melody.

The instant you fall dead silent, it hits him harder than a punch to the gut would. If someone was responsible for your death, he'd go on a rampage to mercilessly slaughter them. If your death were to some other cause, or to natural causes he'd fall into a depression.

He visits your grave bearing gifts that he thought you'd like, and he'd leave them there. Predaking also decorates it with flowers and other nice things he steals finds. If he were to ever catch someone stealing from your grave, he'd burn them to a crisp or rip them to shreds without a smidge of hesitation.

Megatron

He doesn't want you to die—he urges you to save your strength and immediately barks orders at everyone around him to do something to save you. To—to get you to a hospital to—to get you some medical attention! Unfortunately he's so caught up with trying to save you that you're already probably half-way through the song, and he was too distracted to hear it.

But once you draw his attention to you—he was going to assure you that you'd be alright but it became clear to him that you clearly weren't going to make it—he shuts up. He completely wasted half of your remaining time with him—he should've been spending it trying to comfort you, not letting others distract him.

Once the light fades from your eyes and the sweet melody that once filled the air suddenly stops, Megatron is grief-stricken… However that grief lasts for approximately a second before he starts lashing out at the first person who talks to him. If something or someone killed you, he’d order all of his troopers to hunt whoever it was, and to have them brought back to him. Once he eventually does retire to his habsuite—which takes a while for him to do—he falls silent and mourns over your loss.

Dreadwing

He's dead silent as you start to sing to him, simply only holding you as close as he can as he listens to you sing for the last time. The two of you are too far away from any help, and even if he were to fly as fast as he could to get you to a hospital, you might not make it until then. And so he simply tries to enjoy these final few moments with you while he still can. If there’s anything that you ask of him, he’ll try his best to fulfill any final wishes you may have.

Once you fall quiet mid-song, the silence hits him harder than he expected it to. He sits for a while quietly as he slowly lowers your body to the ground before he becomes overrun with rage towards whoever killed you, but then it devolves into grief and he crumples to his knees, tears streaming down his face as he mourns yet another lost loved one.

Afterward he does visit your grave from time to time, bearing gifts such as flowers to leave there for you. And he’d sit and talk to you as if you were sitting beside him, listening to him tell you about the news and how things have been going since you died.

Soundwave

If it's a song that Soundwave recognizes, he might just start playing the backing track to that song. But for the most part they mostly just stay quiet and let you sing, cradling your cooling body to their chassis as they gingerly trace patterns over your back.

The instant you stop singing, he completely freezes up for a moment. He plays back your singing to himself while he carefully lays your body to rest. For a good while they sit there by your side, paying quiet respects, but once they get up their fingers immediately snap into fists as they decide to pay a little visit to whoever it was that killed you.

Occasionally, after your death he'll come to visit your grave, and he'll bring flowers. If they know your favorite, then they'll bring those. In general, they just bring whatever they thought you'd enjoy and they'd leave it at your grave. And usually, if he isn't interrupted, he'll sit there for a few minutes to pay his respects before leaving.

Knockout

Usually during medical emergencies he's good at calming himself down. Of course there's the occasional freak out but he swiftly composes himself so he can get straight to patching up whoever's injured. In this case he's completely shaken and in tears, trying his best to patch up whatever injury has blood gushing out of it like a river, however he knows deep down that with his limited knowledge of human anatomy he most likely won't be able to save you.

Regardless, he keeps trying, making use of whatever he can get his claws on in order to save you. And while he's at it, he's wracking his brain for some sort of plan on how to keep you alive. What can he do? Perhaps he could take you to a hospital? That's better than nothing, but where is the nearest hospital and would you survive the trip there? He doesn't exactly have any equipment on him that can help him out aside from a first-aid kit he keeps on his person at all times, but even that'll get him only oh so far.

The instant you begin singing—while he usually loves the sound of your voice and your singing, he takes this as a sign that you're accepting the fact you're about to die, and he isn't having any of that. But on the other hand it's also a sign that you're still alive... For now... The sheer panic over loosing you has his brain in a frenzy, making it more difficult for him to think of a good plan to keep you alive.

And then you fall quiet and your blood runs cold. The light dies from your eyes, leaving them dull and lifeless. And he already thought he was crying as hard as physically possible. After your death, he doesn't visit your grave. Not frequently anyway, but whenever he does there’s a 70% chance that he might cry.

[kaminocasey]

Black & Gold Part One

Summary: Crosshair wears a black suit and your brain short circuits.

Pairing: Crosshair x Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Suggestive language, Crosshair gets rough, Smut in next part

WC: 1.6K

A/N: I've been sitting on this since February when I mentioned to Moonstrider that I was working on this. So, if anyone is friends with her outside of Tumblr, can you send this her way please? <3

Also, this is the dress I had in mind while writing it, but if you'd rather imagine a totally different dress, that's definitely okay!!!!

You can find it on AO3 Here!

“Why do I have to go with him?” You ask Hunter as you’re putting your dress on.

“Because we need information from the Hutts and you and Crosshair are surprisingly a good team.” Hunter explains, leaning in the doorway with his back turned away from you so you can get dressed.

“Hunter, he hates me.” You sigh.

“He doesn’t hate you. He’s just a little rough around the edges.” Hunter assures you.

Rough around the edges? Crosshair was constantly making snide remarks to you about you. Rough around the edges didn’t even begin to cut it.

“Fine, but I’m not going to be happy and I’m going to complain the whole time.” You tell Hunter once you finish getting ready. “How do I look?”

“Like a knockout.” Echo whistles from behind Hunter.

You laugh and smile proudly. You loved this dress. You had bought the gold dress on Coruscant after seeing it in a shop window. You only tried it on for about three seconds before you decided to buy it, not even caring if you’d never find a reason to wear the thing. The gold had immediately caught your eye. You felt really good in it.

“And how do I look?” You hear Crosshair’s voice in the fresher doorway.

You all look at him but only you feel your metaphorical panties drop. Crosshair steps out in an all black suit. Black blazer, black shirt, black tie… black everything. You feel your lips part and you can’t bring yourself to close them.

“You look good, brother.” Hunter pats him on the shoulder as he and Echo walk out.

Crosshair stands there, looking you up and down, smirking.

“Gold looks good on you.” He compliments you. “It’ll accent my suit well.”

“Oh, just what I want. To make you look good.” You give him a sarcastic scrunch of your nose.

He rolls his eyes. “You can’t just take a compliment can you?”

“From you? No thank you.” You shrug.

“Can you two stop arguing? We’re about to land.” Echo calls back to you.

“Fine.” You and Crosshair say, simultaneously, then glare at each other.

You hear Tech speak up “Did you know that Jabba’s palace was actually originally built as a monastery by the B'omarr Monks?”

“You mentioned that yesterday.” You tell him, patting him on the shoulder.

“Remember, you’re supposed to get-” Hunter starts.

“The intel on Enlo Halino. We know.” You smile at Hunter. “We’ll get it.”

Hunter smiles at you. “I know you will.”

You don’t see it but Crosshair rolls his eyes at you and Hunter. He secretly couldn’t stand it when Hunter got overly friendly with you.

“Are you done?” Crosshair asks you and Hunter.

You roll your eyes again. “Yep.”

Tech and Echo land the Marauder away from Hutt’s palace and you and Crosshair walk to the entrance. He offers you his arm and you reluctantly take it.

“It’ll help if you act like you like me.” He whispers.

“Same goes for you.” You whisper back as you walk into Jabba’s palace.

“I do like you.” Crosshair tells you.

“Liar.” You laugh.

“You’re the one who doesn’t like me.” He argues with you, quietly.

You look up at him, incredulous. “Are you serious? You’ve been an asshole to me since day one.”

“Newsflash, doll… I’m an asshole to everyone. Don’t take it personally.” He smirks.

You roll your eyes. You’ve honestly never wanted to smack him more than you do right now. The moment you get back on the ship… Crosshair puts his hand over yours as it rests on his arm. You look up at him, annoyed.

“Smile.” He insists.

You honestly would rather vomit than do something that Crosshair tells you to do. Where did he get off on trying to tell you what to do?

“Please.” He adds, softly.

You whip your head to look at him in surprise. He side-eyes you with a sigh and fake smiles down at you first. You hate to admit it, but his smile is nice. You relax your scowl and smile slightly up at him.

You choose to focus on the music playing around you, trying to avoid looking at him. You’re pretty sure that once this is over, you’re going to tell Hunter you never want to partner up with Crosshair ever again.

“I meant what I said earlier.” Crosshair tells you, softly, finding a booth to sit in.

“What, that you’re an asshole?” You smile, teasingly.

He actually chuckles. “Gold looks good on you… You look… quite nice, actually.”

You look at him, eyebrows raised. “Thanks.”

He nods, looking away from you as he takes a sip of whatever the waitress brings around. You watch his lips meet the rim of the glass and suddenly your heart starts beating a little quicker. Thank the Maker that Hunter wasn’t here. He’d never let you live it down.

“What?” Crosshair looks at you.

You whip your head away, looking out at the party. “Nothing.”

“Now who’s the liar?” He teases, resting an arm around you.

“What are you doing?” You ask him, ready to rip his arm off.

He sighs. “There are a few men with their eyes on you, I’m just trying to make it seem convincing that we’re actually here together.”

“Oh.” You try to settle into his side.

Crosshair stares someone down as he sets his drink down and reaches in front of you with his other hand, pulling you into his lap so that you’re straddling his lap, facing him.

“Maker, seriously?” You roll your eyes.

He smirks, watching your lips. “Just making it convincing that you’re taken for the night.”

“I think they get it.” You sigh, looking around.

When you turn, your clothed warmth rubs against the now obvious bulge in his now too tight pants. You let out a whimper at the same time that he lets out a soft groan. You both stare at each other, surprise and shock on both of your faces. You’re both too afraid to move.

“You’re not an asshole to me because you’re an asshole to everyone...” You start to figure out.

“Don’t…” He warns you.

You wrap your hand around his tie, pulling him toward you, looking down at his lips.

“You’re an asshole because you like me and you can’t stand it.” You smirk.

“Shut. Up.” He leans in even closer, his lips almost touching yours, giving you a warning glare before looking down at your lips.

“And if I don’t?” You breathe against his lips.

He not-so-gently pushes you off of him, scooting out of the booth and walks away. You should be inclined to follow him, but you think he may need his space. Until you see him pull out his pistol and walk up to Jabba. Confused, you throw yourself out of the booth and follow behind him as backup, pulling yours out of your thigh holster. Crosshair barely glances at you as he leans in close to Jabba and whispers something to him. Jabba replies in Huttese which you don’t understand but Crosshair nods, and puts his gun away, grabbing your hand and dragging you out quickly.

“What the hell?” You demand when you get outside of the palace.

Suddenly, Crosshair shoves you into the wall in the shadows. Your back hits the warm stone wall, sending your body into fight mode.

“You drive me fucking mad. Do you know that? You just can’t listen to one thing I tell you. You always have to argue and test me.” He fumes, in your face.

You look up at him, shocked. In the time that you’ve known Crosshair, he’s never been violent, just threatening.

“Do you see what you do to me?” He asks you, dragging your hand to his now hardened length. “See how fucking hard you make me?”

He drops your hand and steps away, angrily rubbing his hands over his face.

“You were right. I’m an asshole to you because it pisses me off how bad I want you.” He sighs, looking at you like he’s in agony.

“Cross…” You whisper.

“No. Just… stop.” He groans. “I understand that you hate my guts. It’s really all my fault. I pushed you to hate me…”

“Crosshair.” You speak over him.

He stops talking to look at you. You walk to him and he’s staring at you, curiously, waiting to see what you do or say.

“I… I don’t hate you.” You murmur.

Crosshair rolls his eyes. “Right.”

“Crosshair.” You pull his face to look at you. “You piss me off so bad sometimes. But…”

“But?” He whispers, looking down at your lips as you look at his.

You aren’t sure what to say but before you can say anything, you see Echo and Wrecker walking up to look for you. You forgot to check in with them.

“Kriff…” You whisper, pulling away from him to walk toward Echo and Wrecker.

Before you can step out of the shadows, you feel Crosshair’s hand around your wrist. He pulls you back into the shadows, pushing you up against the palace wall, crushing his lips to yours. You moan softly into the kiss immediately and he runs his hand around your waist, pulling against him. When he pulls away, it takes you a second to open your eyes, unable to believe that just happened. He smirks down at you before walking away to go meet Wrecker and Echo. You quietly follow behind him, running your fingers along your lips.

Crosshair gives your waist a quick squeeze, leaning in close. “Can I prove to you later just how much I don’t hate you?”

You look up at him, nodding. “Please.”

He gives your hand a quick kiss before getting back on the Marauder. You hope “later” comes soon.

Part Two

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WHY CANELO ALVAREZ IS THE BEST BOXER IN THE WORLD (Knockouts, Awesome Tr...

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Marvin pt. 3

The last (I promise) set of Taylor outfits that Marvin definitely owns

TopLeft: Entertainment Weekly 2010 - I mean.... YEAH!

TopCenter: Reputation magazine volume 2 - I mean..... YEAH!

TopRight: 2010 CMAs

BottomLeft: ‘Look What You Made Me Do’ music video (2017) - Marvin deserves nothing less than a throne where he can sit and sip tea

BottomCenter: candid April 13, 2014

BottomRight: candid March 28, 2016

TL: People magazine 2014 - another bomb outfit for him to perform in!

TC: Red tour (2013)

TR: Elle magazine 2015

BL: Cosmo Girl 2008 - a goth magician, bc why not??

BC: candid Aug 28, 2011 - witch spotted in a town near you; here to curse your water supply and kiss your men 

BR: Harper’s Bazaar 2012

TL: Red tour (2012) - I really wanna see Marvin in the RingMaster outfit ok??

TC: candid Feb 17, 2015 - this has the greys/dark pinks of a Chase outfit but it seemed a little too posh for him so I did the math I ran the numbers and that makes it a Marvin outfit

TR: candid July 10, 2016 - a v soft look. She wore this on July 10 which is Jackie’s birthday so maybe this was a dinner date with his boyf :)

BL: Teen Vogue 2011

BC: Billboard magazine

BR: candid July 11, 2014 - last but certainly not least. *chef’s kiss* af. When your boyfriend’s supposedly the superhero but you’re the real knockout.

Anyway thank y’all for coming on this journey with me! I’m sorry :)

[into-control]

Billie Joe Armstrong was looking at Bad Blood lyrics & had Tr*mps words from today written down on paper? WIG! A political version of Bad Blood perhaps? To make it even more political Taylor could have Karlie show up to be Knockout & do a version of the 'Boxing' (*cou-fingering-gh*) scene since people think that she's Idiot J*red's 'sister-in-law'... Green Day & Taylor Swift shout "Fuck Tr*mp & K*shner lives!" after Taylor simulates getting fingered by Karlie 'NOT a K*shner' Kloss. It'd be lit!

so powerful,,,,

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Pokemon brilliant diamond shining pearl

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The Grand Underground has six areas compared to the original’s four segments and utilizes full online play for many of its features rather than wireless connections and the DS linkup. BDSP has expanded on that, turning the Underground into the Grand Underground. Once inside the Underground, players could explore and dig for items, build bases, play minigames with other players, exchange Spheres for other items, and much more. The Underground is a sometimes overlooked feature of Diamond, Pearl, and Platinum, sending players into an area underneath Sinnoh that spanned the entire region. All of the HMs from Diamond and Pearl have been converted into normal TMs for use in battle too. Instead, players will use an app on their Pokétch which will allow their Pokémon to utilize the handy moves as they traverse Sinnoh. Now, the feature has reverted to how it was in 2006, with a few slight differences.Īs demonstrated in multiple trailers, HMs have not made a full return. Sword and Shield partially did this through the use of Technical Records (TRs) that served the same purpose, but there were still TMs that could be used as many times as a player wanted to. ILCA did something a little odd in BDSP to try and stay true to the originals in that Technical Machines (TMs) have now become single-use items used to teach Pokémon moves again. These include the usual extra animations, chance to survive knockout blows, increased experience, and more-with all of the added text boxes that slow down battles too.Īmity Square has even been updated to accommodate this feature too, so get ready for a lot of quality time with your team of choice. Using this will increase the speed at which you can increase those friendship values, which will lead to a faster route to getting the bonuses that come with it. In BDSP, players can not only have their Pokémon follow them around all of Sinnoh, but the feature will actually have several other functions too, such as playing a role in quickly increasing their happiness/affection/friendship stat-whichever one it is being called in this version, since it has changed slightly throughout the years. This number was limited to just 11 of the available 493 Pokémon included in the National Pokédex at the time, but it was the start of the following feature that would be expanded upon in Platinum and later added in full to HeartGold and SoulSilver a full four years after DP launched. Some fans may have missed it in the original Diamond and Pearl, but in Hearthome City, players could visit Amnity Square and walk around the special area with a select number of Pokémon. However, this feature isn’t entirely new to Sinnoh. One of the most beloved features ever introduced is the ability for the Pokémon leading your party to follow you while you traverse around the world of Pokémon. Outside of the HD models, textures, and animations, players will also be able to explore Sinnoh with a much less restrictive control scheme, moving freely off of a tethered axis as long as the area around them allows it. Some of the Pokémon themselves have even had their 3D models or various other aspects of their appearance changed to more closely resemble how they appeared in the original games, whether that be idle animations or simply how they are sitting. ILCA has taken the original looks of Diamond and Pearl and translated them directly into a more modern, 3D style that still retains the general approach of those early DS Pokémon games. Updated graphics and movementĪt a glance, the biggest change would obviously be the new graphics. Here are just a few key differences that make the remakes stand out from the original Diamond and Pearl. But even once you look beyond the shiny and polarizing new chibi graphics, some of the most special aspects of these remakes seem to be seen in the intricacies made to very specific areas of the Sinnoh region. ILCA took a conservative approach with the story, gameplay, and feel of BDSP itself.

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Vintage Taxco Mexico Abstract Open Heart Asymmetrical Romantic Heart Extra Large Reversible Perfume Pendant – It Opens!

Alluring and romantic, open heart perfume pendant in sterling silver, masterfully crafted in the Taxco de Alarcón tradition by world-renowned Mexican silver jewelry artisans. This pendant holds a secret! It opens and can secretly stash your favorite fragrance, perfumed oil, or perhaps something even more secretive. Conveniently placed inside the pendant is a screw-top dauber that permits easy access to the secret contents inside.

This beautiful and loving pendant shows minor signs of wear that are consistent with its age but are almost undetectable to the casual observer. The dauber is signed by TR-123 for Taxco. The town of Taxco is called the silver capital of the world and is most highly regarded for its quality of craftsmanship and design which is indisputable in this darling, perfume pendant. This gorgeous, extra-large perfume pendant will be a knockout on your favorite necklace or chain!

[fossadeileonixv]

Opening day Q and A!

Let’s go!

FYI Q AND A IS OPEN TIL KICKOFF!!!

First up is our resident graphic genius Gillis:

- will there be any drop off at GK? Like real tangible drop off and not broken-hearted Italian goggles drop off

NO. Maignan will play great all year. there will be a game or two where his mistakes will cost us, but that happens to the best of keepers. His quickness and skill in distribution will be a revelation.

- will the fullbacks combine for 10+ goals?

Easily. Theo gets at least 10, Calabria gets 5 and the supporting cast will grab a few more. 20 is even possible. That would have been UNTHINKABLE during the banter era. 

- who gets the captain’s armband?

I guess today it’s Calabria. going forward it’s gotta be Kessie with I think Kjaer and Calabria as vice captains.. 

- Milan finished with 79pts last season. Are you taking the over the r under that number for this season?

Oh boy. Considering how galactically bad the bottom half of the table is this year I will go over. Gonna need 80+ to stay in the top 4.

Next up is Matt from Connecticut:

- Who is your ideal RW as that’s the biggest weakness in the XI

Saelemaekers! DUH! Seriously though I get it. It’s a sore spot in the lineup that needs addressed. Florenzi is a fun little band aid but nothing long term. I was really digging Shomorudov but now he’s at Roma. Can i have Chiesa? No? Ok. Within Serie A I’d talk to Samp while we are there about Damsgard. I know he’s a LW and AM but i would gladly take a guy like that, put him on the right and let him cook. He can bomb in inswinging crosses all day to Giroud/Ibra and he’s great on set pieces. Outside Serie A? The Bernardo silva runors are just that, but i’d love him. Completely insane idea that might start a rumor? Sane from Bayern. He has NOT been a great fit there and perhaps they could be talked into sending him on loan for a year? 

Next up is my co-host TR:

- Is Cagliari getting relegated? 

They barely survived last year with Diego Godin dragging them to safety.  Thing is there are 10 teams battling for the drop. I say they survive.

Next up is looooooong time reader Ralph:

- Will we finally break the #9 kit curse??

YES! Giroud puts in 20+ goals this year across all competitions. If old man Ibra can do what he did I think Giroud will do even better. Prepare to buy yourself a Giroud jersey by the end of the season. 

Next up is our man from south of the equator, Frank!

- If we ended our mercato activities with the Pelegri, Florenzi and possible Baka signings, how does your season predictions change? You predicted Milan finishing in 3rd.

I’m still on board with that. Those three guys give us depth at the positions we have in need, especially the MF. I think Florenzi is a great spot player. Bold prediction? Saelemaekers pots 10 this year. 

- Bernado Silva to Milan in a potential 53m deal... where does this rumour fall in your mercato possibilities index? 1 for extreme bullshit, 5 for meh and 10 for very possible.

Is 0 possible? that really ticks every box on the Transfer BS Detector. In fact it just caught on fire. dammit! 

- Who are you getting as the starting TQ if you were the sporting director?

I think Diaz is the starter. If I’m Maldini I start calling about pushing for a loan for James Rodriguez on loan right now. I was really pining for Sabitzer but that isn’t happening.

- How do you like the 4-4-2 that Pioli's been flirting with? 2 strikers upfront tactical flexibility and its applicability in Serie A. Any chance we see Milan playing wingbacks this season?

I think that is a VERY viable plan B for us. It’s the best way to get 3 of our mids on the field at the same time and could be very dangerous. We have a lot of pieces that can play in multiple spots. 4231 relies on very defined roles. 442 is more flexible. 

- On Milan's CL ambitions. Where are you on this in our 2021-22 campaign? Simply giving a good account of ourselves, or coming out of the group stages or just a strong 3rd placed finish that sends us to the Europa where we push hard for something?

Knockout stage is fine. Anything else is gravy. Of course it will hurt when we go out and folks will say we aren’t a big club anymore but we must have perspective. 

- Milan's 3rd kit, what sayeth thou.. complete eye sore, wearable or just ok?

Yuck. I liked the blue last year. take a chance. have some fun. Nothing is forever. 

- What do you think we'd need to win a scudetto in terms of improvements? A budget solution to make it interesting would be ok.

If Maldini can pull a second TQ out of the sky that is as good or better than Brahim I believe the sky is the limit. I truly believe we are good enough everywhere else to pull it of. 

- When is Avia getting us a pre-season WAGS post? Asking for someone....

DUDE. That is the preseason preview we REALLY NEED. Avia?? Where are you????

Next up is nine:

How long is sleepy Rebic gonna take to get going this season

Christmas for sure. 

Next up is loyal reader Alf3dwards:

What are the chances of a 20+ game win streak this season too? Or will we pick things up where we left off last season when the wheels were almost falling off?

Considering we are playing game 1 without Kessie or Bennacer i wouldn’t bet on a red hot start. Samp is no joke. We also get Lazio week 3 and Juve week 4. After that we have a nice stretch of winnable games. This season has a lot of landmines with CL and then AFCON as well. 

Will Kessie ever sign his contract?

Yes. #IMIT

Was Noglu holding out on us?

No. Didn’t he have the game winner in the opener last year before vanishing for 2 months? F that guy. 

See you all in a bit for the matchpost!

FORZA MILAN!

Lisi

PS: feel free to add any more questions in the comments below and I will promptly answer right up til kickoff!

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