#very groovy man

[pooknukem]

meeting niblet ⋆｡𖦹°‧★

[riddlerosehearts]

TWST JUMPSCARE ON THE DISNEY WIKI????

yes this is the page for the box that the evil queen wanted to put snow white's heart in 😭 i needed to refresh my memory on how it looked because people were saying something about rook's box in his new groovy being the heart box, but i'm not sure about that because it kind of doesn't look anything like it. i guess the shape is the same and the green accent color is similar so it could be meant as a more subtle reference! though the one from tapis rouge looks exactly like the one in the movie, which is super cool and i haven't read that event so i had no idea that was a thing until just now.

edit: WAIT I'M SO STUPID HOLD ON... THE LAST IMAGE IN THIS SCREENSHOT IS FROM THE LIVE ACTION REMAKE... WE DON'T SEE THE FRONT OF THE BOX SO IT'S ACTUALLY PLAUSIBLE AS A REFERENCE TO THAT ONE??

[storfulsten]

Now im curious.. Could we see bombhead!bf x bomb whitty? Just a couple of explodey boys being cute?

some bombs ye ok

explodey fellas I guess

[phoenixcatch7]

Man I am just SO CONFUSED. About the time line of this game.

No one is telling me how long links been gone! Or how long the botw-totk timeskip was! They all just started selling my stuff again lol. I'm going to have to get everything redyed!

Me: hey random stranger! Lore dump? You look like a lore dumper.

Kindly npc: why hullo there, link ^^! My, I haven't seen you in a while since the calamity ended! I was so worried when they said you and the princess had gone missing! But it's good to see you're well.

Me: aw, thanks. How long has it actually been tho.

Kindly npc: ^u^

[you-will-return]

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[dinosaurwithablog]

This man and his alligator make me very happy 😊 they see the world in a different way. Groovy!! 😍

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Psychedelic book covers from the 1970s, my beloved

Nineteen-seventy-three, baby!

[darchildre]

So much of this movie feels like, at any moment, everyone might just burst into song and the film might reveal itself to be a musical. An extremely groovy 1970s horror musical.

The world could absolutely use more groovy horror musicals.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Azul Ashengrotto: Like a Million Bucks

Bro literally looks like a Kdrama CEO 💀 or an expensive box of seashell-shaped chocolates… The groovy, meanwhile, is very Miles Edgeworth-coded!

Feel like his bedhead shout have been something more.. Ursula quaff shaped 🐙

Rise and Shine!

Azul peered into the vanity mirror and frowned.

Hair disheveled and sticking up. Pajamas and night robe in the place of a suit and jacket. Nose and brows scrunching in an unpleasant, sour expression. Remnants of sleep still clinging desperately to him.

How unseemly, Azul huffed, his expelled breath setting a few silvery locks swaying like seaweed upon a current.

“I can’t allow myself to be seen in public like this,” he muttered, running the teeth of a comb through his tresses. No client or business partner would take him seriously! “This shall soon be corrected.”

Dipping into a tub, Azul slathered his fingers in styling gel and began to massage the product in. The flyaways smoothed out, turning glossy and neat. He surveyed his reflection again, this time smiling smugly at the perfected groomed image that returned his gaze.

Now here was a something worthy of showing the world. An Azul Ashengrotto looking like a million bucks.

“That’s better.”

“What is?” you asked, peeking out from behind him. A second you emerged in the mirror’s face—and Azul startled, nearly dropping his items. Shock smeared the cocky confidence right off of him and set his spectacles askew.

“Wh-What… When did you get here?!” he demanded, scrambling to adjust his glasses. A part of him cringed at the unintended vocal crack—a weakness shining through his armor.

“Oh, a little while ago,” you replied nonchalantly, holding up a rolled up newspaper. His usual. “This was at the front door. I figured I’d let myself in and bring it to you since I already got here early.”

“Yes—well…!” Azul faltered, but he managed to reel himself back in. “Ah-HEM! Thank you for doing me the favor of retrieving my paper. I’ve been looking forward to catching up on the latest in stock market trends. Next time, it will not be necessary. Please wait for me to come to you.”

“I wouldn’t mind doing it again. It’s not a big deal.”

“It is a big deal when there is intrusion of a man’s privacy involved,” he corrected, tutting. “I was just in the middle of making myself presentable. What if you had waltzed in at an inopportune time and caught me right as I had woken up? Oh, the state I would be in!"

You cocked your head in confusion. “… I don’t get it, you’re always presentable.”

He laughed, light yet bittersweet. "You mustn't lie. Lying is most unkind of you. It takes hard work and effort to appear as I do and to maintain it."

"Yeah, of course I get that. You do a lot to come off as cool and put-together, like some big, bad businessman. But still... I dunno, I think you're plenty appealing when you have your guard down too." You shrugged, poking him in the chin with the newspaper. "Squishy and cute, like an octopus."

"You sound positively ridiculous," he grumbled with a sigh. "Jade and Floyd must have wormed their way into your mind and polluted your thoughts."

"It's the truth. No matter what the situation, Azul is always cute! So cute it's hard not to gobble you up."

"W-Would you stop saying that!!" he hissed through his teeth, telltale red splotches appearing on his cheeks. Azul hastily glanced over his shoulder and at the washroom doorway, as if expecting the twins to be looming there, snickering at his distress. "What if someone hears?! It would be a stain on my reputation!!"

"Eh? It's not like its news to anyone though. Everyone with good taste knows..."

"Wh-What?! S-So you're implying that the entire student body believes that?!" He paled, his pupils becoming pinpricks. "Where did I go wrong with my PR?"

Azul whipped away from you, receding into his night robe, head hung low. He raked both hands through his hair, releasing a whiny wail. “Enough already…! I can’t take any more of this!!”

Ah, he's retreated into a makeshift octopot to sulk.

You chuckled as you approached on swift feet. Looping your arms around him, you hugged Azul from behind. He quieted, tensing at your touch.

A single questions hovered.

“What are you up to now?”

“This Azul is fine, too,” you reassure him quietly. “Every Azul is. The strong Azul, the weak Azul… they’re all worth a million bucks and more.”

“… H-Hmph.” You didn’t miss how his voice slightly quivered before fully hardening into ice. “If you think that this flattery will make up for your brazen comments from earlier, then you are sorely mistaken.

“I fully intend to demonstrate to you the full extent of my capabilities! You will have no choice but to take me seriously. Fufufu…”

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Ace Trappola - Room Relaxation Voice Lines

When Summoned: Yaaaawn, sooo sleepy... But it's a waste to keep sleeping! I think I'll roll around in bed some more.

Summon Line: Since it's my birthday, that means I can pretty much get away with askin' for whatever I want, right? Wonder what I should get my roommates to do for me...

Groooovy!!: No way, I overslept!? No way I can hit up the school with bedhead on my birthday of all days!

Home: Whew, now I'm feelin' fresh～

Swap Looks: Guess I'ma go wash m'face...

Home Idle 1: I couldn't find the shirt I was gonna wear tomorrow, but it ended up being mixed in with my roommate's stuff. Annoyin' how that happens sometimes.

Home Idle 2: Ruggie-senpai forced some vegetable seeds into my hands. He said I better share some with him when I harvest 'em... Would this even grow that much?

Home Idle 3: You wanna know about this hoodie? I bought it at a clothing shop in Foothill Town. It's pretty comfy, and also perfect to wear as loungewear, don'tcha think?

Home Idle - Login: Don't birthday mornings just feel special? I'm so jazzed I even get really into doin' up my hair!

Home Idle - Groovy: Kalim-senpai threw me a huge party as a celebration even though I'm not in Scarabia... Maaan, he's always so insanely nice!

Home Tap 1: Sometimes I'll play darts or card games with my roommates. 'Though, there's one loud-mouthed, thick-headed idiot that's always gettin' in the way!

Home Tap 2:I can't even imagine what kind of present Malleus-senpai could pick for me～ I guess I got nothing to lose by asking him... Nah, never mind.

Home Tap 3: I got softer hair, so I get bedhead super easily. Man, I've been late so many times 'cause of it!

Home Tap 4: I was messin' with Sebek, pushing his buttons and sayin' he probably sucks at gift-giving, when he shouted, "I'll show you what I can really do!" Ahaha, oh, I totally can't wait to see what he comes up with～

Home Tap 5: Eh, my hair's sticking out in the back!? Ugh, seriously? I thought I fixed it up. Guess I'll hafta fix it up in a flash during break.

Home Tap - Groovy: You like my taste in loungewear? I knew you'd get me. And see, I even picked these sandals in the same color to give it an overall coordinated look!

Duo: [ACE]: Can't wait to see how you'll celebrate with me, Kalim-senpai! [KALIM]: Let's dance, sing, and party hard, Ace!

Birthday Login Message: Oh hey, did you come to celebrate my birthday? Nice timing, we just finished morning basketball practice! My clubmates all wished me a happy birthday, too. Jamil-senpai said it as soon as he saw me, and by some miracle, Floyd-senpai gave me a very normal birthday greeting. I'm sure glad he was in a good mood～ Oh, hey. We should hit the Mystery Shop between classes. ...Hm? Why're you tensin' up? Huuuh? C'mon, I didn't say nothing about treating me, now diiid I? Hehe, see you later～

Requested by @thelonepearl.

[piglinmyfeet]

Rating all the poses on the new hermitcraft banner

Bdoubleo100: 6/10 pretty average, covered up by the person on the end but he's just reaching his arm out. Not too special but decent.

Xizuma: 8/10 "yippee" energy but not 😁 yippee, more chill than that, basically he just looks like he's cheering for something. I like it.

xBCrafted: 7/10 only criticism is why are him and Doc holding that thing like that? It makes it very hard for xb to use his other hand.

DocM77: 7/10 pretty much the same as xb, still a bit selfish of him to be trapping xbs arm like that.

Welsknight: 8/10 looks like he's dancing but very chill. We can't all be busting out the big guns and grooving the night away. Nice work.

TangoTek: 7/10 I like it, he looks happy and eager, however thats also the exact pose people made when I was in school and people were trying to fight each other. I do not think tango is trying to fight anyone.

VintageBeef: 9/10 looks like he's trying to dance. I like it. Keep it up, beef ✌️🙂

StressMonster: 7/10 looks a bit like she's running away from beef, or really badly trying to kick scar. Why are you doing that, stress? I want to see where you're going with this.

Goodtimeswithscar: 6/10 he's just chillin'. Looks confident though, can't say I disagree, though the angle of his head and his eyes make things a tad bit confusing

Rendog: 9/10, I love it, he's so groovy, plus he's got that slutty slutty neckline. Another day another slay

Pearlescentmoon: 9/10 similar dancing to beef except I think she's pointing at something and I'm curious as to what

Mumbo Jumbo: 8/10 what's behind your back, mumbo killsalot jumbo? I distrust him...

Keralis: 7/10 unsure if it's just his face but his arms being up and him leaning back makes him look a bit scared. Someone help this man to overcome his fears

Joe Hills: 9.5/10 he looks very groovy indeed, but what's that he's doing with his hand? Hmmm....

Zedaph: 4/10 don't be selfish. Tut tut tut zedaph

Zombiecleo: 9.5/10 and that's what Joe's doing with his hand! Love the high five, woohoo

Jevin: 7/10 good job, but maybe try a bit harder not to abuse Grian perhaps

Grian: 6/10 clearly trying to escape jevin, however, kee out of poor ethos personal space. Keep to your own bubble. Shame on you Grian.

Ethoslab: 1/10. Why's he throwing it back... ☹️

Hypnotized: 9/10 some real teehee energy with this one. I appreciate that. Keep up the energy

ImpulseSV: 9/10 biggest yippee energy so far. Either that or he really wants to ask a question

Cubfan: 9/10 I can imagine him saying eureka. That's a type of can or something

Falsesymmetry: 7/10 also big yippee energy, but maybe slightly less than Impulse. Love it still

Iskall: 7/10 I can't tell if he's using that hand to shout, or whisper something to false, but either way I want to know what he's saying

Geminitay: 6/10 pretty much the same as bdubs. Very covered by mystery person two electric boogaloo, but simple can be good

TFC: 10/10 best for last is TFC chilling behind the F o7

[jazzzzzzhands]

!!!!! Aafiigssogagi PLEASE HIS LIL DRINK IS SO CUTE AND HIS DRAWSTRINGS

I'm going to kiss the lil chubby fish creature you have him holding

Thank you!!! Your art always makes me so happy!!!!!!

Gr💕vy

I just found out that there's a such thing as a swedish fish mojito, like what?? 😭💕

Actually it's really cute, especially the little Nerds

It's like a kids adult beverage

IM ADORING IT!!! YES!!

Heres the AMAZING creator of the AU!

💗💕@jazzzzzzhands 💕💗

[savage-daughter-of-nikitie]

D. Earl Stephens, retired managing editor of the military's daily newspaper, Stars and Stripes, issues a warning, not only to the average citizen of the U.S. but, I believe, to rank and file military personnel at home and around the world.

He's exhorting them to consider if they will follow the orders of a madman hell bent on destroying the U.S. or follow the U.S. Constitution. I suspect tens of thousands of troops will disobey orders rather than invade Canada (less so with Greenland or Panama, I suspect). Those will be the first shots of the civil war.

I'm posting the entire text of his piece here and will link to the article in comments.

@followers @highlight

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“It would be helpful if we stopped pretending this terrible chapter in American history won’t close without bloodshed …

It would be helpful if Americans, and our feeble Democratic politicians in particular, stopped implying by their comatose actions that Democracy is some damn American right and has no end date.

America very well might be arriving at hers, because, yes, it really is that bad right now.

Rather than bringing Ping-Pong paddles and groovy, little signs to a fascist hate-fest disguised as a State of the Union speech, it would be helpful if our meek, out-of-touch Democratic politicians at least pretended they understood the perilous moment we are standing in right now.

We are in deep, deep trouble, and now would be a wonderful, necessary time to step in front of your favorite mirror and honestly ask yourself what you are willing to do to fight for our country’s survival.

We are but six-plus weeks into the repulsive, wannabe-king’s second term and the damage he and his party are causing are already at catastrophic levels.

Our air, water, earned benefits, peace, public safety, civil rights, and human rights are all under immediate threat. Worse? This is only the first course of many that will be served by the vindictive, orange madman, and his pathetic party of supplicants.

The insults, the attacks, endless provocations, and thrashing of our Constitution will continue daily. All this carefully planned evil will be aimed at exactly one thing: breaking us.

Everything he is doing is designed to pound us into submission, and he’s having a grand damn doing it.

This was entirely his aim when he and his pet mutt, JD Vance, double-teamed Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelenskyy at the behest of Boss Putin in the Oval Office on Friday. The idea was to publicly humiliate the man who has done more to defend America’s interests across the globe than any Republican in memory.

Because Zelenskyy has tasted gun powder and breathed the odious smell of death on the battlefield, he wasn't about to be pushed around by some morbidly obese, 78-year-old yacht club bully and his toady, who think swinging a sand wedge to free a golf ball from some bunker is dangerous business.

Zelenskyy punched back and wasn't having it. He told the truth, and didn't back down. The future of his country is on the line right now, and he acted like it.

And therein lies the playbook for dealing with this sadistic bastard — if only the cautious, too-clever Democratic Party and their weak leaders, Chuck Schumer and Hakeem Jeffries, bothered paying attention.

While Rome burns, they dither.

They act as if we have all the time in the world, when time is something that is not guaranteed right now. They seem to somehow have no idea how bad things are about to get, or most certainly will be when elections they seem to be pinning their hopes on roll around next year.

Everything changed on November 5th, but by the looks of it, very little has changed in the Democratic Party.

This country will never be the same, and the sooner we come to grips with that, and start acting accordingly the better.

What would you do if everything you had and everyone you loved was threatened? Would you act like Zelenskyy or Schumer?

One of the big mistakes of Joe Biden’s presidency was this notion that everything was going to be OK, and that his idea of America matched the actual circumstances of America.

If I had a dollar for every time he said this, I’d fold up shop and move to Tahiti:

“We are the United States of America – there's nothing we can't do if we do it together. We just have to remember who we are.”

It was a noble statement and magical thinking that would have worked great pre-2016, when we could still believe without being laughed at that our two parties could work together in a crisis to protect America.

When we were attacked by the terrible human being who is now somehow leading us January 6, 2021, that magical thinking needed to go out the nearest window.

Instead, our Justice Department twiddled its thumbs and allowed the America-attacker to build himself back up, so that WE would have to deal with him AGAIN.

I seethe just thinking about this, but it is where we are right now, and the sooner we all understand this the better.

The clock is ticking. The bomb is in place.

Which brings me back around to my original premise: At some point, he will do something so heinous … so anti-America … so dangerous … that the people who truly love our country will be forced into the streets to take a life-or-death stand. Sadly, this is actually the best-case scenario, because the worst case is we just go quietly into the dark, gloomy night and become an authoritarian country, where we have zero rights or say in how we are governed.

Yesterday under the cover of his blankets, the America-attacker shared this with us:

Now read the First Amendment: "Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; OR THE RIGHT OF THE PEOPLE PEACEABLY TO ASSEMBLE, AND TO PETITION THE GOVERNMENT FOR A REDRESS OF GRIEVANCES."

He is telling us what he thinks of America and silly things like the Constitution. Kings don’t pay attention to that kind worthless drivel.

And, really, end of the day, it not him who we have most to fear. It’s the stupid, goddam Republicans who are stubbornly in all of our lives. These are the people who have illustrated there is no known pain or sacrifice to our civil liberties or pocketbooks that they won’t absorb just for the satisfaction of watching some poor kid of color going without something they didn’t think she should have.

So the choice is yours: You can continue thinking there is some magical way out of this, or you can begin to take the threat to everything you hold dear seriously, and ACT accordingly.”

— D. Earl Stephens, author of “Toxic Tales: A Caustic Collection of Donald J. Trump’s Very Important Letters” and finished up a 30-year career in journalism as the Managing Editor of Stars and Stripes.

[kiefbowl]

okay, so like every white kid, I grew up on beatles music. you know, like all my uncles were of that era, so when they were around they were like "check this" - besides the fact that they're just around in the zeitgeist, they were also around in the house. in the car. at the backyard barbecue. blah blah blah you get it.

personally, I've liked their songs, but I was never hero-worshipy about them. like all teen girls who have uncles, you have to be like "okay dude" about their annoying boomer opinions lol.

long story short, recently this month, out of curiosity, I actually listen to their whole oeuvre in order. like before this month if you had asked me "was hold your hand on abbey road??" I would have been like that sunny meme of I don't think that's right but I don't know enough about the beatles to refute it. before I lose you completely on this post, this post is going to be only tangentially about the beatles, so just bear with me.

okay so after listening through and getting interested in knowing more about their history, I've grown a new appreciation of the beatles. Not hero worship, just appreciation. I can see them now less as these cultural juggernauts you're just expected to think are genius people by certain types of people, and more as these really really young men who worked really hard and did some funky groovy stuff in a very short amount of time. okay. cool.

here's what the shocker is: I had no fucking idea until recently that john lennon was fucking addicted to god damn heroin. HEROIN. Not LSD and Weeeeeed you piece of shit stoner. The hard shit, man. We're not talking fucking shroooooooms, he was shooting the fuck up with Yoko. Like all the time???? Like all the time by the end of the beatles.

And this is what shocks me about this. It's not that I had any opinion on lennon's drug habit in particular, it's that there's such a cultural understanding of "haha the beatles did pop music then took some lsd and did pop music+ and then they broke up because of business and broken friendship :( and it's very sad bc peace&love :( :(" that it seems absolutely negligent that part of the cultural narrative about them is missing the fact that lennon was strung the fuck out at the end of the beatles.

and I kinda get it in the sense that after he died, his image got a bit reinvented by the fans that loved him. like that's just a thing that happens when ppl die. but besides the fact that he was a complicated man - he slapped cynthia, abandoned julian, etc etc - it just feels like such a big piece of this band's legacy that explains the break up a bit more, makes them all seem more like four human guys that lived in real time. like yeah, if your mate is doing heroin, maybe you have to step up and be a business man about it aka paul.

And I guess it's just been a gateway into me thinking about boomer cultural revisionism in general. and just thinking about how quickly the recent past becomes mythologized. if you reblog this lecturing random beatles facts at me that anyone who can read wikipedia could know in 30 seconds, I will ignore you lol. this post isn't about that. this post is Bigger than the beatles. Kiefbowl is bigger than the beatles. yeah I said it. I'm god.

[lvrrgirlll]

Bang Bang, Kiss Kiss

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Synopsis: you meet Patrick Zweig at a disco club in 1974…what happens from there is a blur

Pairing: 70s!Patrick Zweig x 70s heiress/socialite/partygirl!reader

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: nsfw, smut, p in v, fem reader, implied unprotected sex, some fluff, tiny bit of angst at the end if you squint, hastily proofread

Notes: Very excited to have written this and to be getting it out! I honestly have soooo many different ideas when it comes to 70s Patrick lol, this is just one! As always, enjoy <3

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The year was 1974.

You were an NYU student, an heiress to the biggest tennis racket manufacturer in the country, and an avid party girl. That’s why you were currently in the Bang Bang Lounge on a Saturday night, dancing to groovy disco music with your platform heels on.

As the lights reflecting off the large disco ball at the center of the room cascaded down your body, bathing you in a waterfall of colors, you unknowingly caught the attention of a very important tennis player.

Swaying to the rhythm, completely unaware of you surroundings, the man approached you. “Hey,” he offered coolly. His words broke you from your somewhat drunken, disco fueled stupor, leaving you a bit in awe of his good looks as he stood tall before you. He didn’t look like the type of guy to be in a disco club…

“Hi,” you voiced back confidently, still swaying here and there. It seemed to him that for you to stop dancing or smiling must’ve been near impossible.

“I like your moves,” he said with a charming smirk. He eyed you up and down before letting out a light whistle, which told you it wasn’t just your moves he liked. Before you could ask if he wanted to dance, he leaned in a little closer, whispering in your ear: “You wanna get outta here?” He looked at you again, eyes scrunching as that devilish smirk painted his lips again.

“Sure,” you smiled, nodding your head and reaching for his hand.

To your surprise, he didn’t immediately try to take you home, or go home with you for that matter. The two of you actually ended up at a 24 hour record shop.

“Oh you’ve got to have heard this one,” he asks through quirked brows as he holds up The Doors’ self titled album.

“Well, of course, I wasn’t born yesterday. Just not my thing,” you shrug, flipping through the records opposite him. “See this,” you exclaim, holding up ABBA’s new album ‘Waterloo’, “this is music!” At that, he rolled his eyes playfully.

“Sure babe, that’s like that stuff they play in the clubs,” he said dismissively, but somehow with that same sweet charm as before.

“And what’s wrong with that? You were in a club not too long ago…” you muse, trying to figure him out. It dawned on you as you filed through records that you didn’t know anything about this guy…you didn’t even get his name. And he doesn’t have yours.

“The clubs are kind of obnoxious, I mean, a great time and all, ‘ya meet pretty girls like you…but man, that music is something else…” he shakes his head with a chuckle, but stiffens a bit when he looks up and notices the serious stare you’re giving him. “What?”

“What’s your name,” you ask plainly.

“Oh- Oh! Shit, I’m sorry, Patrick- uh, Patrick Zweig,” he replies a bit flustered, smiling cutely at you.

“Nice to meet you Patrick,” you extend your hand to shake his, ever the lady your parents raised you to be. When you tell him your name, his ears perk up.

“Y- your last name…it wouldn’t be as in…the tennis rackets? Would it?” You merely nodded in response. “I play tennis,” he then exclaimed excitedly.

“Oh, that’s nice,” you say sort of dismissively, smiling, confused at his enthusiasm to tell you that.

“No, no, baby, I’m a professional tennis player. Top 100 in the world right now,” he brags, slinking his arm around your body to walk through the record store closer to you. You can practically feel the electricity between you two; the chemistry is undeniable and it’s getting harder and harder to walk around this record store like you don’t want to just completely jump this guy’s bones! So what if he doesn’t like disco? He’s hot as hell!

“Oh, so you’re like…successful?” You were playing dumb. You wanted to see just how much he’d talk himself up.

“You could say that…” he gave you a crooked smile, leaning into you just a little bit. The record store was feeling stuffy all of a sudden, and you both knew it was time to move along. “So,” he turned to you, then, with a curious expression “your place or mine?”

That’s how you ended up making out with him in the plush conversation pit of your penthouse apartment that your trust fund funded. You were straddling his lap, on top of him, holding tightly to his shoulders to brace yourself as you kissed him passionately. His fingers carded through your perfectly styled hair as he kissed away all the remaining lipstick you had so carefully swiped on only hours ago. “God, you’re perfect baby,” he smiled up at you in between kisses. You giggle lightly, rolling your eyes and feigning humility, which only turned him on more. One thing about Patrick Zweig, he loved a woman as confident as him.

You broke the kiss not soon after, sitting up and reaching for the zipper on the side of your dress. You removed the sparkly little number, leaving Patrick sighing, his eyebrows knitting together as if he was hopeless beneath you. When you were finally bare in front of him, he could only look at you with the dopey expression of a man completely whipped. “Thank God for women’s liberation,” he mused cockily, as you eagerly began unbuttoning the few buttons that were still buttoned up on his shirt. His hands were positioned comfortably behind his head as he watched you take action. He eventually moved to help you, though, reaching for the buckle of his belt. Both of your breath was ragged, overcome with desire and anticipation, as well as exhaustion from the fervor of your kisses. That didn’t stop either of you, though.

Finally, he pulled his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, his thick cock springing free and hitting his stomach just a bit. He was big. At the sight of him, you let out a soft, surprised (maybe even nervous) “oh.” He could see the blush creeping up on your cheeks as you wondered inside how he would even fit.

“Don’t worry baby,” he smiled, caressing your cheek with his calloused knuckles. “You’ve got this, yeah?” He looked up at you, expecting nothing and hoping for everything. Somehow, in a partygirl he met at a disco club, Patrick had found the angel to answer all his prayers. You nodded in response, smiling at him before your hand reach for him, pumping slowly before lining him up at your entrance. As you sank down onto him, he could feel your warm walls squeezing him while you felt filled beyond belief. “Fuck,” he gasped, throwing his head back. It took a moment to adjust to his size; you sat atop him, holding onto his shoulders and breathing steadily, before you began to pick yourself up and down. You rode him like a champion, both giving and taking pleasure as you moaned together in ecstasy. He held you to him, his hips snapping to meet yours with faster, harder thrusts as your bodies pressed together.

“F- fuck, Patrick, please, don’t stop,” you whined, eyes screwing shut as you felt that familiar knot in your stomach tighten.

“Could…never stop. You’re too good,” he murmured back breathlessly as he took over entirely, your body growing weak as your high came closer.

“Oh! Patrick, I’m gonna cum, mmm, I need to cum,” you whimpered in his ear, so fucked out you were like a rag doll on top of him. It was hard enough to piece together a coherent thought.

“Do it baby, cum for me, please,” he said with an earnest sincerity that almost caught you by surprise for a mere hookup. As your climax washed over you, your body trembled and tensed up all at once, before letting go, leaving you sighing in satisfaction. Patrick pulled out, pumping himself between the two of you till he finished, hot ropes of his cum spurting out onto both of your stomachs. You sat quietly for a moment, before he insisted on cleaning you up. “C’mon,” he sat up a bit, steadying you in his hands. “You wanna shower or you got a washcloth?”

The two of you showered together, surprisingly un-sexually. He made a point of being gentle as he lathered soap over your bare skin. It wasn’t usually like this with random hookups. But then again, he wasn’t like usual guys. Afterwards, you couldn’t kick him out, what, with him being such a gentleman after all. “Stay the night,” you asked him with big doe eyes. He thought you were beautiful before, with all your hair and makeup done, but seeing you now, barefaced and fresh out of the shower, he found you even more irresistible.

“How could I say no,” he cracked a toothy smile before following you to your bedroom. Facing each other in bed in the dark of your room, there was a lingering desire for honesty and intimacy between the both of you. You spoke first.

“It’s not usually like this, y’know,” you started. “You’re different. In a good way. I-“ you paused, minding yourself, but the late hour was getting to you anyways. “I think I could really like you.” You could hardly see him even though he was only inches away from you, your room pitch black, but you could feel the way he exhaled as he chuckled a bit.

“I could really like you too,” he mumbled sleepily. You heard a sigh, then. A heavy sigh. “I’ve…I’ve got to go to California tomorrow. I’ve got a friend out there who I need to see, plus there’s a match I can’t afford to miss.” Now you understand why his sigh felt heavy. He was saying goodbye. After one perfect night, of course there’d be a goodbye.

“Oh…alright,” you replied softly. “Well at least we have tonight…” you reached for him, moving in close and falling asleep in his arms.

In the morning, you woke when he did, which was bright and early. He had a plane to catch and needed to go back to his hotel to get his things. “I’m sorry I couldn’t see you longer,” he said as he was putting his pants back on. “This isn’t the end. I promise. We’ll meet again, baby. Don’t you worry,” he rushed his words as he was buttoning his shirt anxiously. He moved to the living room, looking for his wallet when you had a brilliant idea, running back into your bedroom to scrawl your number on a piece of paper. “I’ve really got to go! I’m sorry,” he hollered, heading towards the door.

“Wait,” you shouted, running out of your room and to the door. “My number. Call me from California?” He offered you a warm smile in return, the corners of his eyes scrunching. He nodded, taking the slip of paper, kissing you on the cheek, and heading out the door of your apartment.

And as he got in a cab, leaving to chase his future, you could at least find some solace in the fact that he was going to make a name for himself at the end of a racket branded with your own.

[riddlerosehearts]

ever since vil's luxe couture groovy was first revealed i have not been able to stop thinking about how much i love him and the way his relationship with gender is written and treated by the narrative. the way that he's a gnc man who refuses to be seen without makeup on, who uses an extremely feminine personal pronoun in japanese ("atashi") and it isn't treated like an unusual thing or a joke. the way he admires the fairest queen, wants to be beautiful like she was and has such an immense amount of pride and confidence in his physical beauty. and then literally not one person in the whole story calls vil's masculinity into question except for epel, who gets told by vil that his views on gender roles and of men doing "feminine" things are backwards and archaic, and ends up having a whole arc where he learns that he was wrong and comes to see his own naturally cute and feminine appearance as a strength!

and then the fact that the narrative doesn't just treat vil normally as a gnc man but also actively celebrates him by having him be such a massive, world-famous celebrity who's so respected and loved?? he's a movie star, he's a model with a record number of runway appearances, he's an influencer who has 5 million magicam followers, if he advertises a product it flies off the shelves. in his dorm uniform vignette an international fashion magazine--which is specifically known for being the first to feature vil on its cover--is coming to interview the pomefiore students for an article on their pursuit of beauty, and the interviewer tells vil that he looks like the fairest queen reborn! and that's how he wants to be seen and is an entirely positive thing!! and with vil being so famous throughout twisted wonderland there will be kids and teens, most certainly including gnc and trans kids, who will look up to him and hear him publicly say things like how there's no such thing as something being just "for girls" or "for boys" and that men shouldn't be ashamed of doing feminine dance moves or wearing certain kinds of clothing. kids who will feel empowered because the vil schoenheit said they could be both beautiful and strong.

idk, it's just, in a lot of other stories i'd expect vil to struggle more because of the way he presents himself and to be treated in a more comedic way because of it. but instead he's a very important and well-developed character who's incredibly successful and confident, who isn't the slightest bit a joke or comic relief character and in fact is one of the most responsible and mature in the whole cast, whose struggles are mostly unrelated to his gender presentation but who gets to defend his right to be happy just the way he is when someone does look down on him for it, and who at least in my opinion gets some of the prettiest cards in the whole game. he is such a cool and unique character and i love him so much and find this aspect of how he's written to be so empowering and refreshing.