#y-lisse

[scp-113]

as requested, @y-lisse! my skateboard! its name is mikey. it's cute. it has tried to kill me three times now ^-^

[photon-hypernova]

@y-lisse dont apologize for rambling i am always down to ramble about yugioh sdlkfjsdlfk what about your ddd deck

WHAT'S THAT. THAT'S THE SOUND OF ANOTHER HYPERFIXATION WAVE CRASHING UPON THE SHORELINE

ngl the d/d/d decklist is a lot more prone to change, but this is what i've got at the moment!! ^^

when i first got back into ygo at the start of the year, i REFUSED to touch pendulum summons. they terrified me. i was but a simple gx boomer. links and synchros were already stressful enough (xyzs my beloved)

so then, naturally, at one point, i went: fuck it. we ball. i'm going to learn one of the most infamously difficult archetypes that focuses on pendulums and has every single summoning method apart from rituals (PLEASE give us a ritual d/d/d monster i'm begging)

and y'know what? it slapped. it fucked. the designs are amazing (what's more gender than a deck of all-male fiends based off an amalgamation of historical people and apocalyptic events?) and it's INSANELY fun to play!! months on, and i'm still learning new shit about them today and i adore playing them. rip to my opponents having to read

i have a decent amount of them already irl (mostly from friends gifting me them lmao) and with the 70+ god help me cards i ordered online i should be able to complete them when they all arrive!! <3

[random0lover]

I’m losing my mind this is so fucking good

i just k n o w that joel would absolutely love to have reader sit on his face. i don’t think he would ever initiate it, but if baby asked nicely 🤭🤭

asking nicely

joel miller x afab!reader.

warnings: 18+ explicit content. (dirty talk. lil bit of dom!joel. face sitting clearly. joel being a mf tease i want to **** *** ****) swearing.

a/n: anon you are so right. like so so right. i love when people can read his character perfectly— like you are so right about this it’s maddening. he wouldn’t ask, but boyyyyy would he provide. thankyou for this i hope it’s okay i went a little crazy with it. also i didn’t edit this i just DID it. LET ME SIT ON YOUR FACE JOELSNJCKSNCJS

“Stop fidgetin’.” Joel grumbles into the back of your neck, arm tightening around your hips to stop you from flipping over for the thousandth time. You cringe a little, knowing how the tiny bed you two have shacked up in for a night between patrol runs hides none of your thrashing movements to him. You hate keeping him from the limited sleep he gets— but it’s for a good reason.

“Sorry.” You say, and he groans in response. You try to stay still— really, you do. You try to just go to sleep, but his hand picks up it’s movement again, tracing light circles on the skin of your bare hip, and then you’re back where you started.

You feel bad you’re keeping him up, but it’s his fault. How are you meant to just fall asleep when he’s literally touching you? He’s… him. It’s impossible not to want to jump his bones every time he lays a finger on you, let alone hooks his strong arm over your body, his hips pressed against the back of yours.

You flip over again, face to face with him. One of his eyes open, and he groans.

“Darlin’.” He says, voice low and cracked with sleep. “What is it? You havin’ trouble sleeping?”

Instead of answering, you just nod and scoot a little closer to him. You were still naked from the events of just hours before, Joel bending you over the end of the bed and fucking you until your mind went blank, and he’d only bothered to put on his boxers before crashing into sleep behind you. The two of you were incessant like that— you were pretty sure it had something to do with how long it took you both to get together. Now you were, you just couldn’t stay away.

He sighs and wraps you in his arms, kissing you softly on the forehead before you tuck yourself away under his chin. It’s not true, really. Well, you were having trouble sleeping, but it’s not for the reason he thinks.

You hardly get any time alone. Between Jackson’s demanding patrol schedules and Ellie running around with all her friends, you and Joel only really get a few choice moments to be really alone. Usually, it’s great. You love having Ellie and everyone in Jackson around, but tonight you were happy to be alone, and it just made you think of all the things you two do when you’re alone, and now, when you’re supposed to be sleeping, you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

“Better?” He says, and it’s you sighing this time. He was so sweet to you— just you, all the time, and you really shouldn’t bother him with the dirty thoughts running through your mind right now. “Alright, what is it?”

“Nothing.” You mumble and hide your face. One of his arms slips back over you slowly, his hand trailing it’s way to your face. His hands are so strong, he hardly has to apply any pressure before your eyes flutter up to him, forcing your head up.

“You lyin’ to me, darlin’?” You frown, pouting. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“You can’t even see how I’m looking at you.” You squint, trying to find the lines of his face in the pitch dark room.

“Can feel it.” He tips your head higher, making your body wriggle up to follow his touch. His lips hover in front of yours, warmth rolling over your cheeks. “You having those dreams again?”

You shake your head.

“No?” He confirms, and you do it again. “You feelin’ okay? You sick or somethin’?”

“Joel—“

“Don’t whine. You’re a big girl. You need something, you ask for it.” It might not have meant to be taken like… that, but fuck, you were nearly shaking in anticipation. The dip in his voice, a slightly demeaning lilt in his tone— it was doing nothing to calm down the wicked heat spreading in your stomach.

Whatever your reaction, it told him everything he needed to know.

Suddenly he’s sitting up, taking some of that warmth with him, but then he’s reaching for you again, pulling your naked body into his lap and tucking your hair behind your ears. The movement is so natural, so practised to him that he can do it blind.

He laughs darkly, hands cupping your cheeks and kissing you so deeply that it makes you squeak in surprise. Your body tenses up, then melts into him as his hands begin to trail lower, giving you what you wordlessly told him you needed. He’s slow, letting his fingers dip into every curve around your hips, tracing the line of your spine and smiling into your mouth as you arch yourself closer.

His hands reach the base of your spine, then lower, squeezing your ass and groaning as you grind down into his lap. He pulls away, kissing roughly under your jaw, down your neck, the tired and lazy pace making it impossible to not wrap your arms around his neck and thread your fingers through his hair.

“This what you want, sweet thing?” All you can do is hum happily, and he grinds you down on his lap again. “Jesus Christ— fuckin’ insatiable.”

“Joel…” You whine, and his teeth graze the sensitive spot on your neck, making you gasp.

“What I say, huh? You need somethin’…” He dips his head, teeth nipping you bottom lip teasingly. “You ask for it.”

“Joel, come on…” You squeeze your eyes shut, a little embarrassed by the dirty idea that had you flipping around in bed like an animal. Something in particular you two hadn’t tried yet. “I want— I want you to…”

“Tell me, sweet thing. Taught you better than to mumble, didn’t I?” You shudder, feeling his hands wander around your hips to the top of your thighs. He was getting close, but not right on the money.

You were really going to have to say it out loud.

A tight squeeze on your hips has your eyes fluttering open again, and he was so close you could see a little bit of him now. His usually unfairly fluffy hair is a little smushed down from where he’d been pressed into the pillow, and his eyes were half lidded, flitting between your eyes and where your hips met his. He was picture perfect like this— the dimmed image making you remember all the reasons you fell in love with him in the first place.

He squeezes you again, giving you a sly grin, and your mind switches from the romantic to a little more serious.

“I want your mouth.” You manage to say in a breathy gasp, and you’re rewarded with just that. He groans in approval, the vibration against your neck making you keen closer to him. He leaves wet kisses over your marked up neck, then down lower over your collarbone.

“Like this?” He says softly, and you can feel the smirk against your chest.

“No.”

“No?” He pulls back, and you groan— frustrated.

“Wait— yes. But… not like— that. Like…”

“Out with it. Now.” He says, and then smacks your ass like he’s encouraging a horse to trot. The action sparks a little fire in your stomach, and you push him in a show of strength. Your forearm shoves his chest lightly, sending him back into the headboard with a small but audible ‘oof.’

“I want to sit on your face.” You’re met with silence.

Joel’s wandering hands still on your bare skin, and if you really concentrate you can feel his stuttered pulse under his palms. The man who never freezes, never doesn’t know what to do— you left him completely speechless.

Your gut sinks. You think you’ve made him think you’re some kind of sex fiend, or worse— you’ve made him uncomfortable. You sit in the silence for two… three… four whole seconds before it all becomes too much and you try to backtrack.

“Hold on— wait, that came out of nowhere.” No, it did not. “I just… shit, Joel I just—“

“Fuck.” He mutters, and then slams his mouth to yours. He kisses you hot and heavy, and before you know it he’s laying down and you’re hovering over the top of him, your knees over his hips. “You sweet fuckin’ thing. Come ‘ere.”

“Joel, you don’t have t—“

“You want this, baby?” Figuring there’s no going back now, and the mere idea nearly sending your mind into a dizzy spell, you nod at him. “Good. Fuck— so good. I want it. Come here.”

He shuffles further underneath you, your legs feeling like jelly the second he hooks his arms around the backs of them. You gasp and nearly topple over when he yanks you up, and you have to hold onto the headboard when Joel’s shoulders part your legs further.

When you tentatively move higher, you shudder his name when his hot breath brushes over your core. It rushes over your sensitive inner thighs, and knowing he’s so close— so close, and no part of you could hide from him… it was nearly better than the actual thing. Nearly.

That was until he strained his neck up and kissed between your legs right there, and—

“Fuck, Joel!” You cried out, probably loud enough to alert anyone in the area to your location, and Joel fucking laughs. You know, because the sensation only doubles as he smiles and repeats the slow motion, tongue wrapping around your clit while his mouth slowly follows.

“Sit, baby.” He mumbles into you, and you suck in a breath, still hovering slightly over him. You don’t want to crush the man, but if you hold here any longer your legs will give out.

He doesn’t bother fighting you, just wraps his arms further around your legs and tugs you down, smothering himself between your legs so deep you don’t think he can even breath properly.

He isn’t one for wasting time, his mouth already working you open as his tongue tastes you from the new angle, and you know he looks up at your dazed expression because his nose brushes against your clit. You cry out again, and there’s a loud smack before you realise it’s his hands grabbing at your ass again, holding you down.

He groans, and it’s amazing you hear it over your own desperate little noises. It’s impossible to be quiet, Joel downright devouring every inch of you, and you have no choice but to just sit there and let him. It’s fucking earth shattering— your knuckles going white as they tighten around the wooden frame of the headboard. His tongue slides through your folds again, and when he finds that sensitive spot again, your hips buck against his face.

“Yeah— fuck. That’s it.” You hear him say, and then he’s sending an entirely new wave of pleasure up your spine, leaving you breathless for anything else but his name.

“Joel. Joel!” You say in a higher tone than you thought possible. He just groans into you again. The soft scratch of his beard against your thighs is dull compared to the sharpness of the pleasure jabbing you closer and closer to the edge.

His tongue wraps around your clit, the warmth of his mouth making your already limited vision blur into nothing, and then you all but collapse into the headboard in front of you. You don’t know if he can breathe, but he’s holding you so tightly to him and eating you out with such fucking aggression that you don’t even think he cares. He drives you crazy— switching between lapping at your core and fucking you with his mouth, never seeming to decide on a way he wants to taste you, and all it does is bring you to your peak and yank you back just as you’re about to fall.

He knows what he’s doing, too. He loves hearing it in your voice— when you pant all brokenly, when you beg him to give you something, anything, when you offer whatever he asks as long as he just lets you cum. You know what he wants to hear, and at this point, with his tongue inside of you, you’d give him whatever. Whatever he asked for.

“Joel— p-please. I can’t…” You whine as he begins to slow down again, and you can feel that ember of orgasm still alight, growing dimmer and dimmer as he pulls away. “Joel! Joel, fucking hell— please!”

“Shh, baby. It’s okay— you’re so fucking gorgeous like this.” He soothes, his hands going soft as they knead at your hips. “You taste too good, sweet thing. Got me distracted. You just want to cum for me, don’t you?”

“P-please…” It’s fucking pathetic, and he laughs, but this time it’s not as mocking.

“Good girl. Such a good girl, aren’t you?” Incoherent babbles fill the small room in your voice as he returns his mouth to you, but not before he spits into your pussy, and lets you hear just how wet you are for him and only him.

When he flattens his tongue and lets you ride his face, you know he won’t stop this time. He’s all encouragement— hands pushing your hips to grind on him, focusing his mouth on the parts he knows make you cum quick and easy when it’s him, and he’s groaning so much you think he’s enjoying this just as much as you are.

Just as you think you’re going to cum, one of his hands disappear. You only feel it because it gives you just enough room to sink lower and practically trap Joel under your legs. You look over your shoulder and see him fist his cock in his hand, and that’s what pushes you over.

You let the pleasure wash over you, any concern about your weight on top of his face melting away as an intense heat strokes up and down your entire body, making your toes curl. It’s too intense to stay upright, your chest falling forward into the headboard, and Joel mutters something but you’re too blissed out to hear it.

Your hands begin to hurt with how hard your gripping the split wood, and when you let go you nearly collapse over him. Thankfully, Joel has shuffled up slightly so his head is on the pillows, so as your legs give out you land more towards you chest. He catches you easily and helps you lay back down, your legs completely numb as he tangles you back into him and the sheets.

His face nuzzles yours, nose against your cheek as he peppers kisses in its wake. When you turn to kiss him, you can taste yourself on his tongue, and your body shudders again, the aftershocks of one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever had still racketing your limp body.

When you gain back all your consciousness, you can feel how hard Joel’s breathing is as he ticks you back against him, similar to how you started the night. At first, you think you must have suffocated him, but when he pushes his leg between your thighs, you feel the absence of boxers, and then you realise.

“Joel, did you—“

“Shh.” He mumbles into your hair and kisses the top of your head, and you can’t help but feel warm all over again. You shut your eyes, picturing the image you have of his hand slipping under his boxers, jacking off to the sight and feeling of giving you head. “Sleep, baby. Long ride home tomorrow.”

You hum in agreement, but every time you close your eyes, it’s all you can see. Biting your lip, you slip your arm over his waist, tugging him closer.

When you feel him harden against your stomach, you don’t think either of you will be sleeping much tonight.

[vampireauntie]

No vuelvo a ser vulnerable ni hablar de sentimientos si hacerlo me lleva a rumiar sobre el acto toda la noche, sentirme mal y cuestionarme si el vínculo se mantiene o no.

[b3ach-bunn7]

CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST

Texts with your best friend Touya (who’s a little bit in love with you)

no quirk au <3

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January 9th

8:47 pm

You: OH TOUYAAAAA

You: it’s nearly ur bd 😁 what shall I get u

Touya: Nothing

Touya: Just Ur love 😍

You: ew

You: shall I get u some new earrings

You: OH I COULD PAY FOR ANOTHER PIERCING

Touya: Literally where

Touya: I think I’ve pierced every available location on my face

Touya: Unless… You meant somewhere else 😳

You: EWWWWWWWW

You: UR SUCH A FREAK

Touya: I meant my belly button?

You: stfu

Touya: Get your head out the gutter

You: shut up pooya

Touya: Wow you really got me there!

You: HUSH

January 12th

8:39 am

You: bruh where r u

You: homeroom started like ten minutes ago

Touya: I just woke up

Touya: Leaving onw buy shoti is lissing me kff

You: okay English!!!

Touya: Kys

You: but you can type that right…

January 12th

1:40 pm

You: Touyaaaaaa

You: can we go get food

You: the canteen stuff is rubbish today

You: plz I’m so sos is so hungry I’m dying

Touya: Fatty

You: HEY

You: SO MEAN

Touya: I’m only joking sweetcheeks

You: gross

Touya: You love it

Touya: Shiggy wants to come 2

Touya: Is that Ok

You: sigh fine I guess

Touya: Shall I tell him he’ll be third wheeling if he does 😳

You: yes 🥰🥰🥰😍 he just can’t interrupt our time together my sweet

Touya: Ew

You: you love it

January 13th

7:40 pm

You: GST ON MINECRAFTTT

Touya: I’m doing homework

You: I’m doing your mum OHHH

Touya: Woah

Touya: Telling her u said that

You: PLZ IM JOKING

You: I’ll tell her ur telling porky pies

You: Rei would trust my word over urs anyways 😈

Touya: Lowkey she would

Touya: My own mother 😢

You: I’m just better ig

You: how long r u gonna be

Touya: Give me like fifteen mins

You: BOO

Touya: Bro Aizawa is up my ass rn

Touya: If I hand one more piece of work in late he’s gonna acc kill me

You: idk why u hate him so much

You: i love him

You: and he has that sexy teacher look🤤 those luscious locks

Touya: R u sure u can get off his dick long enough for us to play

You: HAHAHAH

You: STFU

You: ur just jealous

Touya: So very

Touya: Why aren’t u hyping ME up like that

You: cause u smell?

Touya: I’m not playing

You: IM JOKING

You: U smell so good and yummy

You: like cigarette smoke 😍

Touya: 🙄

You: sassy 💁‍♀️

Touya: Stop distracting me so I can work

You: okay smelly

January 15th

2:30 pm

Touya: Y/N

Touya: Y/n

Touya: Y/NNNN

Touya: Queen

Touya: Sweetheart

Touya: Angel

You: if you throw one more piece of paper at my head I’m blocking u

Touya: You won’t check ur phone

Touya: How else can I get ur attention from across the room

You: WE R I. CLASS

Touya: So?

You: think I figured out why Aizawa doesn’t rate u

You: pay attention

Touya: But I miss u

Touya: And I’m bored

You: U LITERALLY SAW ME LIKE HALF AN HOUR AGO

You: AT LINCH

Touya: Ur point?

You: omfg

Touya: So what’s up

You: I’m gonna kill you

January 17th

6:50 pm

Fuyumi: Hi Y/N

You: hey fuyumi!!

You: everything okay?

Fuyumi: Yeah, it’s great!!

Fuyumi: Just wanted to tell u that everyone needs to be at ours for Touya’s party at 5:00

Fuyumi: We’ll tell him to come home at like six so that gives us some time to get everything ready

You: beautiful

You: do u think he has any idea were throwing him a party 🤭🤭

Fuyumi: I don’t think so 😆 we have been very careful

Fuyumi: Even shoto has kept his mouth shut

You: yeah I had to threaten twice a couple times before he promised to not tell

You: IM EXCITED

Fuyumi: Me too!!!

Fuyumi: Can’t wait to see u 😊

You: I can’t wait either!!!

Fuyumi: I hope he’ll like it

Fuyumi: We’re getting mum to drive all across town to get him that cake he loves

Fuyumi: I really want him to have fun

You: don’t worry babe he will have fun

You: and if he doesn’t I’ll force him to 😈

January 17th

7:00pm

Touya: U guys r throwing me a surprise party right

You: what?

Touya: For my bd

Touya: Fuyumi is being all suspicious

Touya: Told me I have to leave the house tomorrow but also come back at six oclock??

Touya: And the little brat keeps giggling at me

You: uhm don’t call little shoto that

Touya: Ur deflecting

Touya: They r throwing a party aren’t they

You: they aren’t

You: idk why you think that

Touya: Y/N

You: WHY DO U HAVE TO RUIN EVERYTHING

Touya: Lol

You: please please don’t tell them you know

You: they’re so excited for do this for you

You: [screenshot attachment]

You: look what Fuyumi said to me

Touya: Oh

You: please don’t spoil 😔

Touya: Don’t worry your pretty little head

Touya: I won’t

You: YAY

You: LOVE U

Touya: Ly2

January 18th

12:00am

You: [audio messsage]

You: enjoy me whisper singing happy bd to u

You: HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYY WOOOOO

You: LOVE U THE MOST

You: okay I need to sleep we have school tomorrow

January 18th

3:07am

Touya: Thank you y/n

Touya: Ly the most too

January 18th

6:15 pm

You: Touya where tf r u

Touya: I’m On my way!

You: we’ll be On your way! FASTER

Touya: STFU

You: U STFU

Touya: U TOLD ME TO MAKE THIS BELIEVEBE

Touya: MY FAMILY WOULD NOT BELEIWV I GOT THERE ON TIME

You: wait ur right lowkey

Touya: exactly

You: well walk faster

Touya: I’m not walking

Touya: I’m driving

You: HOW TF R U TEXTING ME

Touya: Imd riving one handed?

You: GET TF OFF UR PHONE 😭

January 19th

12:04 am

Touya: Y/N

Touya: Thank u for gifts

Touya: The strap for my bass

Touya: And the necklace

Touya: I lowbe them

Touya: and the aprty was so fun

Touya: I lovwd it

Touya: and I lobe you

You: that’s okay 😁

You: are u drunk rn🤔

Touya: Snuch out with bawks

Touya: Hrwks

Touya: Hawks

Touya: Raided fathers liquoye supply

You: you went to your dad’s house????

Touya: NO

Touya: never

Touya: stolen from when he was gere

Touya: fukcing loser 😂😂

You: where r u guys?

Touya: hawks house

Touya: his oarents arent home

Touya: u wanbawcome over

Touya: I’ll kuck him out

You: u can’t kick hawks out of his own house 😭

You: why do u even need to kick him out we’re friends

Touya: he flirst with y so much

Touya: flirts

Touya: pisses me off

You: awwwww r u jelly 🥺

Touya: yes

You: LOL

You: yeah maybe lay off the the drinks buddy

Touya: I live u

Touya: love

Touya: I loved the gifts u got me rhwnks

You: you already said babe

Touya: sorry baby Im so drunk

You: okay I’m going to go before you say something you’ll regret in the morning

You: goodnight birthday boy

January 19th

1:05 pm

Touya: Please erase last night from ur memory

You: last night was a movie 😍

Touya: Yeah a fucking horror

You: HAHAHA

Touya: My head is killing me

You: painkillers?

Touya: Idk where they r and Hawks is sleeping

You: did u guys just wake up 😭

Touya: I think I slept like at like five am

Touya: It’s nice smoking inside a house and not in some alleyway so mum doesn’t catch me

You: BOO

You: ur lungs hate u

Touya: I hate them back

Touya: It’s why I smoke

You: LOL SHUT UP

Touya: Fuck my HEAD

You: that’s what he said

Touya: Ew man

You: you love it

You: go drink some h2o

Touya: Enough chemistry in too tired

You: sigh fine

You: go get some WATER 💦

Touya: Fine

You: bye baby 🤪

Touya: I’ll kill you

You: but I thought you love me??

Touya: Ur dead to me

You: HAHHA

January 21st

7:06 pm

You: Touya

You: can I come over plz

Touya: Erm what 😳😳😳

You: seriously

You: can I

Touya: Yh ofc

Touya: You okay?

You: yh

You: well no actually

You: my dads being my dad again

You: I just can’t be in this house rn

You: I need to get away from him

Touya: Yeah u can anytime

Touya: Yk my family loves u

You: thanks

Touya: You want me to pick u up?

You: nah I wanna walk

You: thanks again

You: love u

Touya: Ly2

January 29th

5:28 pm

You: [image attachment]

You: BRUH HOW DID I LOSEEEE

You: I ATE SK BAD

Touya: Bruh get off dress to impress 😭

Touya: U r beefing ten year olds rn

You: idgaf

You: ten year olds who can’t fucking dress

You: I actually hate this game

You: that is NOT STEAM PUNK WHAT THE FUCK

Touya: Maybe get good

You: maybe kys???????

Touya: Words hurt 😔

You: man up?

Touya: Woah

Touya: Okay just perpetuate gender norms..

You: define perpetuate?

You: YH that’s what i thought

February 6th

7:06 pm

You: bro

You: all my friends have valentines apart from ME

Touya: Get good?

You: okay and where’s urs?

Touya: texting her rn 😍

You: omg 😳

You: but on a real I feel horrifically left out

You: Toga keeps flaunting it in my face

Touya: That little freak got one?

Touya: Who

You: yk that girl in 1-A with the chubby cheeks

You: they r so cute omg

You: how come toga has a lesbian lover and I’m jobless and hoeless 😔

Touya: I can help with one of those things

You: u hiring???

Touya: I’ll be ur valentine

You: I can’t tell if ur joking

Touya: I’m not

You: do u have one romantic bone in ur body

Touya: I can think of one 😳

You: LMAO EW

Touya: Nah fr I’ll be ur valentine

You: okay…

You: ask me properly tho

Touya: Okay

Touya: Hey Y/N

You: oh hi Touya! What’s up

Touya: Will u do me the great honour of being my valentine?

You: 😊 yes!

Touya: Thank you 😊😍

February 10th

2:02 pm

Touya: Omg

Touya: Y/N guess what

You: don’t text me in class lil bro

Touya: Someone asked me to be their valentine 🤪

You: what

You: Who

You: is she in our homeroom

You: did u tell her ur mine

Touya: Woahh

Touya: Jealous much

You: no I just don’t want to be a side piece 😔

Touya: No Dw I told her I’m urs 🥺

You: shush

You: yk what I meant

You: who was it tho

Touya: Idk some girl in my maths class

Touya: She seemed pretty sad when I said no

Touya: The ladies love me

You: she’ll get over it!

Touya: LOL

February 14th

8:03 am

You: OMG

You: ARE THESE FLOWERS MINE

Touya: No I got them for ur dad actually

You: TOUYAAA

You: THEYRE MY FAVS

You: THANM U SM

Touya: Anytime Valentine

February 14th

1:20 pm

Touya: Meet at my car

Touya: I’m taking u out for lunch

You: thank gosh

You: they’re selling some mystery meatloaf type deal and I’m no happy

You: hawksy wants to come too

Touya: No

Touya: Just u

You: girl he’s not gonna do anything

Touya: No this is like

Touya: Hold on

You: okay hawks is looking at his phone and typing

You: r u texting him

You: okay he magically doesn’t wanna come along anymore

Touya: Aw :((

Touya: I’m waiting outside

You: see u in a bit smelly

February 14th

1:50 pm

You: ur such a child

You: IM RIGHT IN FRONT OD U JUST TALK TO ME

Touya: NO

You: WHY

Touya: IK SCARED

You: I can see u smiling

Touya: Shut up

Touya: Okay listen

Touya: If u don’t like what I’m about to say we r going to act like this never happened okay

Touya: I will delete the message out of existence and thus out of ur mind

You: okay…

Touya: Okay so I kind of like actually asked u to be my Valentine not just because ur lonely

Touya: And I like really like you

Touya: As in like like

Touya: But I don’t wanna ruin our friendship because ur the best friend I’ve ever had and will ever have

Touya: So if u don’t feel the same we can just pretend this never happened

February 14th

8:00 pm

You: I’m home safe xxx

Touya: Don’t care

You: okay mr message me when ur back

You: okay mr parked in my driveway to make sure I got in okay???

Touya: Shut up

You: wait hold on

You: is that why uninvited hawks

You: so that u could ask me out

Touya: Yeah and the sky is also blue

You: SHUT UL

Touya: He’s so stupid yk

Touya: It was his idea ??

Touya: And he forgot

You: hey three’s a party!

Touya: So you would’ve kissed me as aggressively as you did if Hawks was there?

You: wait ur right..

You: Oh well

You: it was about time anyways

You: took u like three years and u did it over DMS

Touya: I’m shy 🥺

You: EW TF

You: I take the kiss back

Touya: These hickeys tell me a different story

You: HSUTUP

Touya: You love it

You: I love YOU 🫵

Touya: Yeah

Touya: Love you too

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This was NOT supposed to end with a confession but I physically cannot help myself 😅 I love these text posts they’re so fun!!

Hope u all enjoyed <3

[faerun-s]

new simblr!

hello everyone! 👋🏽 you can call me liss (she/her), I am 25 y/o from europe. I´ve been on tumblr/simblr before but I had a longer break (at least three years I think), and now that I have more free time and thankfully a new computer I´m very excited to be back in this community! 💕

There are so many amazing cc-creators! I plan on making a resource page once I start getting more into it. I mainly want to post about my legacies but I have always enjoyed doing lookbooks so there are a few to come as well! Also, I will be WCIF friendly and a cc-finds blog will be created too 🐻

I am really looking forward to connect with you guys and grow with you as a community! feel free to repost, like, follow or leave a message here! 😊

xoxo, liss

[coovieilledentelle]

Recette du meilleur Cheesecake New-yorkais aux fraises ultra crémeux et onctueux avec une base croustillante de biscuits, un succulent gâteau au fromage made in USA savoureux, frais et soyeux, ultra facile et simple à préparer.

Pour la base aux biscuits :

200 gr de biscuit type sablés breton petit beurre ou spéculos

80 gr de beurre fondu

Pour l’appareil à cheesecake au cream cheese :

600 gr de fromage à la crème Philadelphia ou St-Moret

175 gr de sucre

300 gr de crème fraiche

200 ml de crème liquide entière

3 oeufs

3 cuillères à soupe de fécule de maïs

1/2 cuillère à café de vanille en poudre ou 1 cuillère à soupe liquide

2 cuillères à soupe de jus de citron

Pour  le coulis de fraises :

250 gr de fraises

55 gr de sucre

8 gr de sucre vanillé

2 cuillères à soupe d’eau

1 cuillère à soupe de jus de citron

Des fraises fraiches pour garnir

INSTRUCTIONS 

Dans un saladier, mélanger les biscuits (réduits en poudre dans un robot hachoir) avec le beurre fondu et refroidi.

Verser ce mélange dans un moule à charnière de 20 centimètre de diamètre (beurré et chemisé de papier cuisson) et tasser les miettes en appuyant avec la base d’un verre ou le dos d’une cuillère afin de former une couche assez compacte. Réserver le moule dans le réfrigérateur.

Fouetter le fromage à la crème (le sortir 30 minutes du réfrigérateur avant la préparation)avec le sucre puis ajouter la crème fraiche et continuer à fouetter. Ajouter la crème liquide et mélanger encore à vitesse moyenne jusqu’à obtention d’une consistance lisse et homogène.

Incorporer les oeufs un par un tout en continuant à fouetter puis ajouter la fécule de maïs, le jus de citron et la vanille et mélanger jusqu’à complète incorporation.

Verser la crème sur la base de biscuits préalablement préparée puis la lisser à l’aide d���une spatule. Couvrir la base du moule de papier aluminium puis le déposer dans un plat allant au four en y ajoutant un fond d’eau (cuisson bain-marie).

Enfourner dans un four préchauffer à 180° C pendant 30 minutes, puis réduire la température du four à 150 ° C et continuer la cuisson pendant 40 à 50 minutes.

Une fois cuit, éteindre le four et laisser le Cheesecake à l’intérieur pendant environ une heure.

Sortir le Cheesecake du four, laisser refroidir un peu, puis le mettre au réfrigérateur pendant toute une nuit jusqu’à ce que la garniture soit bien ferme et froide.

Préparer le coulis de fraises; dans une casserole, mettre les fraises fraîches ou surgelées, le sucre, le sucre vanillé, le jus de citron et l’eau laisser cuire à feu doux pour environ 10 à 15 minutes tout en remuant régulièrement, écraser les fraises à la fourchette puis ou mixer les (la consistance obtenue doit être nappante).

Servir le cheese cake accompagné de coulis de fraises bien froid et des fraises fraiches découpées en deux .

[lisaalmeida]

Être une femme est si charmante.

C'est une aventure qui exige ce courage, un défi qui ne s'ennuie jamais. Vous aurez beaucoup de choses à entreprendre si vous êtes une femme. Pour commencer, vous aurez à vous battre pour soutenir que si Dieu existe pourrait ANC

Je suis une vieille femme aux cheveux blancs ou une belle fille. Ensuite, vous aurez à vous battre pour expliquer que le péché n'est pas né le jour où eva a pris la pomme : ce jour-là est né une magnifique vertu appelée désobéissance. Enfin, vous aurez à vous battre pour montrer que dans votre corps lisse et rond il y a une intelligence qui demande à être entendue.

Oriana fallacieux

[ekman]

Nœud de serpents. Agrégat de menteurs professionnels, de falsificateurs. Obsession de l’opinion virtuelle, vendue à la masse comme étant son opinion : trouver un gentil reptile parmi les serpents à sornettes, les pythons avaleurs d’impôts, les boas hypnotiseurs et autres constrictors broyeurs d’espérance. Pauvre masse, masse de pauvres. Trouvons-leur un petit orvet, quelque chose de lisse, sans crochets, avec une jolie pupille ronde, qui ne fait peur à personne et se laisse prendre sans rechigner. Un petit serpent docile qui ne nous mord pas, qui accepte de nous écouter, qui ne fait rien, mais toujours avec le sourire. La métaphore reptilienne s’achève par le long processus digestif de l’anaconda bruxellois qui par ses sucs puissants et ses ondulations internes, finit de tout décomposer ; services, justice, économie... tout y passera.

Les picsous américains, immondes volatiles aux appétits infinis, vendront à des légions de nouveaux esclaves des prestations jamais servies, ultra-tarifées par la magie d’une fausse concurrence, rhabillées à coups d’écrans publicitaires où s’égayent dans un bonheur collectif et électrique des familles toujours plus métissées.

Une réaction ? Mais vous rêvez ! Comme l’ont toujours voulu Goscinny et Uderzo, on s’invectivera, on s’engueulera, même on se baffera, mais tout se terminera par un banquet – avec du sanglier recomposé guatémaltèque et des navets OGM kenyans, mais dûment estampillé “cocorico-républicain” par les médiocrates et autres médiacrottes d’astreinte.

Papa Schwab pourra se féliciter d’avoir gagné sa partie. Il fêtera ça avec Bill et le fils de George. Les Obama les rejoindront sur l’île de rêve des vieux Clinton. Tout le monde en couches et fauteuils à roulettes, prêts à se faire dupliquer leurs vices sur un disque dur synonyme d’éternité. Attali a déjà fait “son transfert”, conscient que ses injections de sang fœtal ne le sauveraient pas. Son intelligence, qui demeure très artificielle, s’appelle “Jack”. On peut d’ailleurs l’interroger. Ou se foutre de sa gueule : “Hey, Jack ! Dis-nous quelle était la couleur du cheval blanc de Mitterrand ?”.

J.-M. M.

[valentine-cafe]

You attempted many times to get your wife to take a break, during one of the hottest days elritea has had in years. yet, she budges not. leaving you to waltz around the house with melancholic misunderstandings.

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ verse 781 rishima

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍮 ꒱scientist x gn!reader, featuring the herrera family: Javier herrera x gn!reader, Rishen herrera & parental figure!reader, Lucía herrera & parental figure!reader ⊹ ۪

it had been one of the hottest days in elritea. and yet your wife for the life of her wouldn’t listen to you when you told her to step out of her office and take a break with you. gods, you worried for her health at times.

you’d wanted to take her out, maybe have some stuff to eat and to just enjoy the weather and your time together. but she remained stubborn.

“just for a bit.” you attempted once again, only for her to grunt out in disagreement. hunched over schematics and blueprints.

“rishima.” you sighed, earning a little look from her.

“’m busy doll.” she’d mutter quietly, tracing the pencil across the paper in precise and fine lines. making sure there are no imperfections nor flaws.

“too busy for me?”

the room went quiet, you weren’t really sure if she even heard you as the pencil continued to draw around the paper. so shutting your eyes and hanging your head for a moment, giving it a little shake before straightening it and walking out the office.

“well i’ll be in the livingroom,” you whispered out. trudging out of the wide expanse and flopping down on the couch. facefirst into soft cushions and blankets.

you saw your step-son wander by with a plate of food in his hands, trying to balance it along with a few cups. alarmed at the sight you got off and ran over to him, picking some of the cups out of his hand and giving him a little glance.

“rishen you can go twice. i’m sure your boyfriends would survive it.” you huff softly, the soft joke rolling off your tongue.

he smiles sheepishly in response, shaking his head.

“knowing them, they would start whining more than they did when i went down to get our stuff.” hr laughed, looking at you with fond eyes. “Thank you for the help.”

“of course” you chuckle. helping him get the food and drink to the room and greeting his boyfriends before departing and going to your step-daughter’s room to assure she’s doing alright too.

gently knocking on the door, you hear Lucia’s voice chime in response: “yeah?”

“you doing okay in there?” you ask, earning a little chuckle. “I am, doing art project.”

with a small smile and a nod, despite her being unable to see you retreat from the door and call out once more before leaving: “well then i will leave you to it, you call if you need anything. okay?”

and after that you sighed a bit, turning around and walking down the stairs to get back to the livingroom and sit. but just as you reached the last step, you were snatched into the kitchen. your lungs squeezing a bit, leaving you to yelp.

“come here,” you’d hear the familiar voice of your husband murmur, Javier holding a test arepa up to your mouth for you to taste.

“Oh?” you chuckle, “you’re the one makin’ food today?” you hum out quietly, taking a bite and savoring the taste.

“Vendrán Neva, Gael y Lisse. Tengo que hacer tanta comida como sea posible. (Neva, Gael and lisse are coming. I have to make as much food as possible. )” He responds, lifting a brow at you. awaiting a reaction to your taste test.

with a click of your tongue, you tut a few times, trying to get the thing the arepa misses. “mm put some more vegetable oil in the batter.” you hum, “no more salt needed.”

with a nod, the man gets back to making the food, and you wander out the kitchen, seating yourself down on the couch and sighing. looking up at the ceiling aimlessly.

you don’t really know how long you sat like that, all you know is, that you felt a new weight on your lap, as rishima had laid her head down on it, computer propped on her tummy still as she continued to write. eyebrows furrowed.

with a curious look, you tilted your head in question at her sudden appearance.

“why aren’t you in the office.” you murmur, not with the intention of making her go back there, you wouldn’t allow it. but you still wondered what made her leave.

“you know i never mean anything bad when i tell you i’m busy, doll.” she mumbles, voice carrying the slightest bits of rasp.

“. . .” you stay quiet, looking away. but made to look back again as a hand finds your cheek, gently guiding your face to tilt down and look into magenta eyes. a pair of soft lips find yours, and her hand moves through your hair. keeping it at the scalp to massage at it a bit.

“i have time for you, even when i’m working. thank you for caring.” she sighs, as she leans back down on your lap to keep her head, fingers tapping away at the computer keyboard.

and with a smile at the sight, you lean your head against your arm on the couch lean, watching your wife work happily now that you get to have her close to you.

[scp-113]

thought you had changed your icon to an osmosis jones oc before my logical brain kicked in

IM TOO SICK RN HOMIE I CANT HANDLE THIS LMAOOOhelp

[photon-hypernova]

merry xmas and hope you get to build your galaxy eyes deck eventually! do you have a deck list 👀 it's always fun to see how people structure their decks

merry xmas!!! <3 do you know the flood of hyperfixation you're about to release that i've been furiously attempting to repress.

this is just ripped straight from the deck i use in master duel - is it optimal? absolutely not. is it insanely fun? YES.

i'll probably have to restructure a lot of it when the new support comes out which is why i'm waiting but this is what i have rn!! love them so So much

i have these plus dark matter dragon (who is in my phone case at all times lmao) irl so far!! genuinely think cipher x dragon is one of my fave cards ever, it's soooo gorgeous - when i pulled it i genuinely cried ;A;

[lesdamesmures]

Scène 7 "Aunt Catherine"

Après un moment pour me laisser prendre des photos, Catherine ramassait sa robe avant de me demander d'une voix presque timide

"Tu veux bien me montrer ta chambre ?"

"Oh bien sur tatie ! c'est en haut tu n'as qu'à me suivre" répondais-je en tournant la tête vers la mezzanine comme pour lui indiquer l'endroit.

Son regard de femme mure, pleine d'expérience me troublait énormément. Depuis le début je la laissais mener les choses, j'avais la sensation qu'elle aimait cette docilité avec laquelle je répondais oui à tout ce qu'elle me demandait, sans prendre d'initiative. J'étais intimidé par sa maturité et terriblement troublé par la situation que je n'aurai jamais imaginé vivre avec toutes ces années.

Je profitais de l'instant où elle montait les escalier derrière moi pour la prendre en photo une fois en haut de l'escalier. Elle me laissait faire tout en souriant avec un regard attentif et coquin par moment. Sans trop y croire, je pouvais déceler dans ses yeux du désir, celui de m'offrir ce dont j'avais rêvé il y a si longtemps.

Après un rapide coup d'oeil elle me félicitait pour la décoration et l'ordre de mon petit nid comme elle disait. Elle me demandait si elle pouvait s'assoir sur mon lit et me regarder à son tour. Je restais interloqué un moment alors elle ajouta

"Moi aussi j'ai envie de te regarder te déshabiller, tu as bien profité toi alors à moi maintenant"

"Ah oui mais j'ai pas l'habitude qu'on me regarde tu sais"

"Tu crois peut-être que j'ai l'habitude de faire ça moi ?" répondait-elle comme si elle voulait me rassurer

Alors sans répondre je commençais à déboutonner ma chemise et dévoilait mon torse lisse. Sans être complexé de ne pas avoir de poils, je me sentais pas à l'aise et je craignais qu'elle ne me trouve pas assez viril mais visiblement ses "hum" me laissaient penser qu'elle appréciait mon torse. Je retirais chaussures et chaussettes avant de défaire ma ceinture sans doute trop vite à son goût.

"On est pas pressé, tu as la gentillesse de m'héberger pour la nuit, on a tout notre temps"

FIn de l'histoire

[exhaled-spirals]

« Depuis toujours les marronniers sont présents dans l’œuvre de Proust [...]. “Que d’heures j’ai passées dans ces grottes mystérieuses et verdâtres à regarder au-dessus de ma tête les murmurantes cascades d’or pâle qui y versaient la fraîcheur et l’obscurité !” Ce sont les arbres de la continuité. Même sous la pluie dissolvante, ils rassurent le narrateur : “Assis dans le petit salon, où j’attendais l’heure du dîner en lisant, j’entendais l’eau dégoutter de nos marronniers, mais je savais que l’averse ne faisait que vernir leurs feuilles et qu’ils promettaient de demeurer là, comme des gages de l’été, toute la nuit pluvieuse, à assurer la continuité du beau temps…”

Arbre entre les arbres, trait d’union entre l’ici-bas et l’en-haut, le passé et l’avenir, somptueux, érotique et protecteur, le marronnier érige vers le ciel des fleurs roses et superposées “immobiles comme la tête royale d’un oiseau”. Il brûle de lumières changeantes. Il tremble de pluies. Il laisse “traîner au soleil son vaste plumage lisse et incliné de larges feuilles vertes”. [...] Il participe par son odeur aux sens ; par son feuillage à la cachette ; par la richesse de ses fleurs à une profusion rassurante. Voici enfin une fleur si multiple qu’elle défie le sentiment de la perte [...].

Seule cette profusion, qui masque l’absence, annule ce “jamais assez” qui, chez Proust, bouleverse toute possibilité d’apaisement. “Pour celui qui veut tout, et à qui tout, s’il l’obtenait, ne suffirait pas, recevoir un peu ne semble qu’une cruauté absurde.” »

— Diane de Margerie, Proust et l’obscur

[illegal-heartbreaker]

I’ve read everything in your angst section for Larissa and I thought I’d request something angsty too.

can I request one where Larissa and reader are in a relationship but Larissa realized that she’s fallen out of love and she’s fallen for someone else. she tells r and breaks up with them, already prepared for r to get mad and yell but instead they just sigh and nod because they feel defeated. r moves out but since they’re a teacher at Nevermore, they just try their best to avoid Larissa while they process things. everyone notices the shift in r’s demeanour but r assures them that they’re fine until Marilyn sits down with them and r finally confesses how much it’s been affecting them.

you can decide what the ending is. whether it’s happy or not. I just want the angst in the middle. thanks!

happiest I’ve ever been {l. weems}

summary: req above !

relationship: larissa weems x reader and marilyn thornhill x reader

extra/warning: angst, breakup, surgery and talks of death.

____________________

“Y/N, I need to talk to you urgently.” Larissa called to you from the door frame of your office, looking up from your work you smile at her and indicate for her to come in.

“Sure, what’s wrong Liss?” You ask worry evident in your voice.

“I don’t think our relationship is going to work anymore, I like someone else.” She confesses, watching your body language hoping for an indication on your emotions but you sat there; still, not moving a muscle just staring directly at her.

“Okay, I’ll get the divorce papers tomorrow.” You nod your head after a moment. Standing up and walking back to your desk leaving Larissa to sit there, lips pursed.

“I think you should go Larissa.” You say, not looking at her but you can here the movement of her body standing up from your couch and the clicking of her heals moving to the door.

“I’m sorry y/n,” you hear her whisper before the lock of the door clicks signalling that your by yourself. Leaning back in your chair you look up at the ceiling, trying to prevent the lonesome tear that threatened to spill down your face though it was useless you could feel the salty tears pouring down your face. Burying your face in your hands, pulling at your hair.

Was it your fault that she had fallen out of love? Had you done something wrong? Why?

Each day that followed was constantly full of the happy memories you had made in your relationship with Larissa. The work on the end of your desk piling up, your class becoming more loud but you were stuck in the past; always off in a daydream. You were at nevermore physically but mentally you were off in your own little world.

Marilyn was the person your dorm kids had turned to when they realised something wasn’t right. When a first year had went knocking on your door and there was no response they went to collect an older student, no matter the knocking there was no response.

Marilyn’s door was sprung open, she expected one of her dorm members to be there but came as a surprise when students that belong to yours came through the door with a scared expression.

“What has happened?” She asks leaning forward beckoning them more into the room.

“Miss Y/L/N … she hasn’t responded … we think somethings happened.” One of the three manages to get out in between the rigid breathes they were taking. She stood up quickly demanding for them to “take her to you”

The five minute trip to Falcon Hall, where your office sat felt long, almost to long. Letting the students go, with reassurance she’d check on you. Pushing the door open, it was a shock to find it open but nonetheless she still announced her arrival.

“Y/N! It’s Marilyn, can we talk?” It wasn’t a choice, Marilyn wouldn’t be leaving until she found out what had upset you for the past few days. The room was quiet making it hard for her to find you but eventually she found you sitting on a chair on your balcony.

“You’re students were looking for you, they needed your help!” She chastises you.

“Right, and who will help me when I need it?” You whisper, looking up at her. It became more clear that something was terribly wrong when the sparkle that your eyes used to hold was gone.

“y/n/n, what’s wrong? You can tell me..” she begs kneeling down until your eye to eye.

“Larissa, she broke up with me a few days ago saying she loved someone else! Did ten years of marriage not mean anything to her.” You manage to get out through hiccups.

Marilyn’s heart plummets, Larissa hadn’t told you the news.

“Y/N, Larissa doesn’t love anyone else.. she has surgery today and the doctors say she most likely won’t make it.” The silence is deafening, the news hits you like a ton of bricks and suddenly you couldn’t help yourself but breakdown, Marilyn holding onto you making sure you don’t do anything.

[ernestinee]

Au cirque aujourd'hui y a eu le briefing du spectacle d'halloween, et ce sera génial.

C'est dans un village qui organise chaque année une balade nocturne avec des petits spectacles, du chant, du théâtre, etc à plusieurs endroits, on avait déjà participé l'année dernière, on incarnait un cirque traditionnel sur le déclin.

Cette année, on a enrichi l'histoire : des rumeurs circulent sur ce cirque qui déclinait depuis le décès d'Augusto, le père fondateur. Viviane, sa veuve, la voyante, aurait réussi à devenir immortelle. Elle aurait ensuite tenté de ramener son défunt mari à la vie mais a d'abord voulu s'entraîner sur le personnel du cirque. Tentatives échouées, puisque nous sommes tous devenus un peu morts, un peu vivants, on ne sait pas trop. Notre envie de spectacle toujours aussi vive par contre, et dès que nous voyons le public arriver, nous l'encerclons et nous lui montrons nos talents.

Notre piste fait 100m de long, le public arrive d'un côté, est mis dans l'ambiance par la première scène, une dispute entre Monsieur Loyal et sa femme à barbe. Les garçons de salle distribuent des vieilles gazettes qui titrent que tout le cirque est devenu fantomatique, que les tigres ont mangé nos restes et que nous sommes pourtant bien là, qu'un sort s'est abattu sur nous et que la menace règne toujours derrière ce gros rideau de velours, alors prenez garde à Viviane si vous osez franchir ce rideau.

Quand le rideau s'ouvre, l'obscurité est pesante et nous voyons arriver ce public, sans trop y croire. Est ce qu'ils nous voient vraiment ? On les fait participer un peu, on les approche, on les encercle, on les regarde de près. Puis les lumières de la première partie de la piste s'allument et les tissus, trapèzes, cerceaux et cordes lisses s'activent, accrochés aux arbres. Pendant ce temps, les autres groupes vont se mettre en place. Le spectacle aérien dure quelques minutes et les lumières s'éteignent alors que la suite s'allume pour le spectacle de jonglerie et équilibre. Puis après quelques minutes, les lumières s'éteignent de nouveau et d'autres s'allument pour emmener le public un peu plus loin. Pendant ce temps, des artistes déambulatoires se promènent en échasses, impliquent des gens dans des tours de magie... 4 grosses scènes s'enchaînent, agrémentées des déambulatoires, jusqu'à la fin de la rue et le spectacle de jonglerie feu. C'est là que je serai, avec mon staff, mon ado, ses bâtons enflammés et une amie qui aura ses bolas.

Après ces 4 scènes, les 50 artistes du cirque se retrouvent sur la place pour une chorégraphie dans un chapiteau sans mur, uniquement composé d'une structure et de lumière. A la fin de cette chorégraphie, Viviane nous envoie tous pour de bon chez les morts.

Voilà voilà ^^ moi je joue l'une des filles d'Augusto et de Viviane. J'ai deux soeurs jumelles siamoises qui jonglent et mon frère est l'homme fort, j'ai un tempérament plutôt ténébreux, secret, énigmatique, je sais toutes les histoires de famille, j'ai une oreille partout mais je garde tout pour moi. Je fais des "chuuuuut" aux gens avec des yeux plutôt effrayants. J'écoute leurs conversations et je les regarde avec un air bizarre.

Et du coup ce samedi, c'est la première répétition, JE JONGLE AVEC DU FEU ET UN BATON D'1M50 BORDEL DE MERDE.