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[unfortunate-brat]

Pinky Brain | ryomen sukuna x latina!reader

pairing: guitarist!sukuna x latina!reader

synopsis: that pinky brained guitarist is the worst and you thought he was kinda hot. yikes.

warnings: sukuna drinks just vodka, no ice. angst, petty grudges, hints of bathroom sex (not you though sorry), bathroom runs, geto mention !!, slight jealousy(?), annoyance, smoking, drinking. judgmental reader, you’re a slight germaphobe, slight revenge

word count: 1k

yazzy's comments: artwork by @/su2kuna , kinda liking this format more low-key. been a hot minute since I had writing mojo and as always it's when I have stuff to do. not proofread !!

18+, must have age in bio to interact !! no minors !!

"they're a pretty good band no?" shoko questions, cigarette in hand as she leans against the bar table. they've only been playing for an hour but the crowd the band attracts only gets larger by the minute. "little bit of indie and rock, that's within your taste."

you simply shrug, watching as the girls in the crowd start to scream as the frontman leans down with the mic still in hand. it's unclear what song was being covered, but you doubt those girls even cared. "they're okay, helps that they're attractive looking." taking a sip of your drink, your eyes glance to the other band members.

a man with long black hair was on one of the guitars, fingers moving with ease to support the singer, adding in a few vocals here and there. both his ears sporting shiny purple gages and painted black nails, matching his buddy on the right with pink hair. this band member has a different guitar, your guess is something on the higher end of guitar center. the instruments alone there were an entire paycheck, if not 6 of them combined. "hold up, is that..." shoko squints her eyes, taking a better look at the drummer who's face was half covered by his long strands of blonde hair. "oh it's nanamin! i didn't know he was in this band." putting her cigarette out in the glass that still had whiskey, she reaches into her coat pocket for her phone. taking a little video before typing away on her screen. "he said a name but I couldn't remember, guess this is them." you don't really react as your focus was stuck onto the guitarist with pink hair. following his fingers as they pull the strings, tongue poking out between his lips as the beat goes faster. moving past his fingers, you see his beefy arms covered in various tattoos, some thick lines and others much smaller. a single circle on the middle of his shoulders, what they meant you weren't sure. but they looked good.

"hello, earth to you." shoko waves their hand in front of your face, wondering why you didn't really answer her question. it's obvious you're checking one of the band mates but the brunette can't tell who. "helloooo..."

with a small pinch, you hiss and turn to your friend. "okay sorry, kinda spaced out." not really but telling shoko you were eyeing a guitarist's fingers and arms wasn't a great idea. "yeah, anyways wanna meet the band after? i'm sure Nanami can let us through."

"right….anyways wanna meet the band after? i'm sure Nanami can let us through." shoko won’t really take no for an answer and you knew that.

“sure.” maybe you could look at the pink haired guitarist a little more. “i’m gonna grab another drink though.” the bartender who made your drink earlier was down the line and you preferred they did it over anyone else. plus you needed to close your tab.

walking towards the other side of the bar, you wait to be greeted by the blonde girl with a purple crop top. she’s assisting two people who looked to be underage practically, perhaps its their baby faces. your eyes catch the boy, he’s got the same hair color as one of the guitarists. maybe they were brothers?

shaking your head, you pushed the thoughts of the guitarist away. why were you so obsessed anyways?

*

you currently sat on the couch with shoko as she talks to the band mates, who’s names you’ve learned to be gojo, geto and of course nanami. the frontman was gojo, who was really tall and hyper. geto was the black haired guitarist with the purple gages in his ears. leaving nanami, the blond haired drummer who still seemed to be out of breath from earlier. they were surprised to see shoko, as apparently she recognized the other two boys from grade school. small world.

you were only taking slow sips, stuck on what to do as shoko was speaking. finding yourself unusually quiet tonight despite the alcohol buzzing in your veins.

with a small excuse me, you left the green room the band was using to use the bathroom. having to walk across the stage floor and past big groups of people who were piss drunk. not that you were that far from that point either.

with a deep sigh, you push the door open to the women’s side only to hear loud moans coming from what sounded like a girl. not uncommon in bars but did they need to do that in a bathroom? are they not worried about the germs?

unfortunately you couldn’t wait to go home and use the restroom, so you opened an unoccupied stall to relieve yourself. doing your best to shut up the excess noises of skin slapping skin, followed by ridiculous moans a pornstar might be embarrassed by.

once finished, you used your shoe to push down the lever to flush the toilet, walking back out to wash your hands. eyes glancing at yourself in the mirror just as the stall door opened on the left. one girl struggling to walk back out and attempting to pull the straps of her dress back up. looking back down trying to hold back your disdain, you continue to scrub until someone clears their throat behind you.

glancing into the mirror your eyes spot the pink haired guitarist from earlier, taking a sip of what remained of his drink. and by judging the strong scent on his breath, it’s just straight vodka. “you couldn’t fucking hold it or something?” he grumbles.

“could say the same for you, after all this is a bathroom. not a brothel.” you dry your hands with some paper towels before rolling your eyes at the guy. sure there’s something sexy about being so needy and being obsessed with one another but you couldn’t picture doing it in a bathroom. not this one at least.

scoffing, he looks away before setting his glass on the counter beside you. if looks could kill, you’d be a goner already. “what a buzzkill. you jealous or something?”

you let out a small chuckle before brushing past him for the exit, unable to provide an answer. though your laugh alone makes the guy groan, gripping onto the same countertop you were just in front of. if he saw you again, you’d be dead meat.

*

fortunately he doesn’t have to wait for long as you happened to be at the same club he was just a week later. drink in hand and chatting away with his own bandmate, geto. that bastard. taking a sip of his drink, his eyes narrow down at how geto’s eyes never left your own. sitting a little too close to you and though he usually didn’t care much, the pink haired guitarist wanted to get even.

the only reason he and geto even came here was to enjoy the rock songs being played tonight. gave the guitarist more ideas of what songs they could cover next, so long as Gojo doesn’t whine about the vocal strain.

getting a glass of wine, he waits until you excuse yourself to leave. following close behind with the drink still in hand as you beeline for the bathroom. casually bumping into you and spilling the crimson liquid all over your chest, pretending to be annoyed. “you blind now or what?”

the only reason you wanted to leave was to touch up your make up but thanks to this douchebag, everything was ruined. without thinking, you slap him and walk away. forget returning back to geto and resuming the conversation about good hair products, you were leaving.

the cold is just as cruel as it nips at your exposed skin, blowing harsh breezes as you order an uber. perhaps the black skirt and tights weren’t such a great idea for tonight. but hey, your whole outfit came together with it pre wine spill thanks to pinky brain back in there. hell you still didn’t know his damn name.

arriving home felt the worst, tossing your purse somewhere and just peeling the wine stained clothes off your body. not even bothering to toss them into the washing machine as you entered the bathroom. wiping away the make up and the stench of the crimson liquid off yourself. pushing the thoughts of that guitarist out of your mind, who you hoped learned to not be such an asshole. though that was a stretch.

now cleaned up, your feet pad into the plush carpet of your bedroom. heading straight for the closet to pull out a new set of clothes. tomorrow you’d wash the wine off, for now you’d just doomscroll while brushing your hair out.

it was only ten pm tonight on this crummy friday night, posts on your feed of fellow friends who were out doing fun activities. one catches your eye, it’s geto and that same pink haired guitarist posing with some fans at the same club you just left.

your eyes fall to the caption, which was just all caps and various emojis. yet within it, you figure out what that asshole’s name was. sukuna.

well, at least you got a name now.

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[wouldntbehim]

ep 5: "murder on my mind" // ep 6: "with grace and gratitude"

[addictsitter]

ep 1: "into the void" // ep 3: "bad inside"

[miss-rum-hee]

lol

lmao, even.

[reallyromealone]

Can I request sephiroth x male reader with their triplets sons in their teenage years attending a homeroom meeting

Absolutely

Sephiroth x male reader

Omegaverse, fluff, implied mpreg

Class meetings

(name) was going through the mail when he stopped at a letter from the school "a homeroom meeting?" (Name) mumbled confused as Sephiroth drank his coffee, their sons getting to sleep in as they had no club activities and it being the weekend "it's that time already?" The silver haired man mumbled, hair in a bun and wearing a matching housecoat as (name) "it's on (date), do we have plans then?" (Name) asked softly and Sephiroth looked at the calender on the large chrome fridge covered in magnets from vacations amongst various clutter "we are surprisingly all free that day" Sephiroth mumbled and wrote it on the calendar.

(Name) smiled as Sephiroth kissed him gently "now let's go get dressed, we have a day to complete" (name) sat up and took the others have hand and the two walked through the large home and upstairs to get dressed.

The week went by fast, between feeding four alphas who ate a small towns worth of food and doing his daily tasks and before they knew it, it was parents night.

"I'm so excited to see how our pups are doing" (name) said happily as he held onto his mates arm, Sephiroth leading his mate around dutifully as he quietly listened to his mates chatter "it will be good to see how their progressing" his voice deep and quiet as he smiled softly at (name)s cheerful attitude.

Everyone knew of (name) and Sephiroth, both incredibly attractive and their apposing personalities deemed charming and sweet as Sephiroth went along with his mates ideas and (name) in turn making Sephiroth the happiest alpha known to man.

So it was no Wonder everyone glanced at them as they walked through the doors of the private school, looks of curiosity and envy as they walked to administration "hello, we are the Hojo family, here for the homeroom meetings?" (Name) spoke up as Sephiroth just stared at the beta admin who tried not oggling at the two "here are your visitor passes, they're home room is 207" he said meekly and (name) smiled and thanked him.

The two removed their outer jackets and clipped the badges to their shirts, Sephiroth taking (name)s jacket to hold as they walked to their sons homeroom, Sephiroth keeping a hand on the small of (name)s back as they walked. "There you three are..!" (Name) gently held each of their faces as they looked embarrassed "come on... Dad our friends are here..!" Loz grumbled embarrassed as (name) fretted over Yazoos hair and Sephiroth took his mates hands "we have all the time to embarrass them after the meetings"

(Name) let his sons lead him and Sephiroth around, showing their projects they were working on and other things "Yazzy! What a coincidence to see you here!" A short Omega boy said cheerfully as he walked to the long haired Alpha who in turn tilted his head slightly as (name) poked his head out curiously, hand gently on his middle sons arm as the sons were equally protective of their dam, knowing how dangerous it could be for an Omega.

"Whose this Zuzu?" (Name) asked sweetly, excited to meet some of his boys friends and the thing about omegas is that due to genetics, they look fairly young for a very long time till suddenly they look elderly.

So it wasn't a suprise that the other Omega couldn't figure out that this was Infact the triplets Dam, after all they basically took fully after their sire.

"I'm Yazzy's bestest friend!" They proclaimed and looked (name) up and down, (name) in turn caught on to this immediately.

He knew his sons were handsome young men, they were his pups after all! So he knew there would be people like this with them.

After all, Yazoos best friend was that sweet beta (friends name) whose over all the time.

"I'm Yazoo, Kadaj and Loz's Dam, (name)" he said sweetly, watching as the other looked stunned and fumbled a bit "n-nice to met you" the omegas tone changed immediately and (name) just kept a polite smile "yes, well we best continue before the meetings start, yes?"

The triplets snickered as Sephiroth just watched quietly, knowing his mate could hold hold his own.

"Hojo family?" The teacher called from a spare room and the five turned look at the teacher.

Kadaj was first as he sat between his parents, (name) greeting the teacher happily and Sephiroth more formally "so let's get into it, academically he's doing wonderfully, he's at the top of his class and his club activities are doing well"

"But..?"

"He's known to be quite cold and passive with his classmates, though we do believe it could be due to hormones" the teacher said and (name) nodded "his father is the same way, a deadpan stare of the occasion smirk" he pointed to the elder alpha "they're basically identical though Kaj is far more outspoken" (name) watched as his son looked slightly embarrassed as he looked away.

"Zu, you're turn" Kadaj said as the middle son stood up, a few admirers pouting as he got up and walked into the room and sat between his dad's "now, Yazoo is also doing well in his academics but there is the problem of him getting distracted in class, he's often seen passing notes and flirting with other students"

(Name) looked at his son unimpressed as Sephiroth sighed "school is more important than some flings, young man!" (Name) said seriously "my grades are good though..."

"That may be the case but I don't want you coming home saying "dad I got someone pregnant" he warned and Yazoo nodded "who are the class pets in your class?" (Name) asked the teacher who looked confused "because I want you to put him between them"

"You can flirt on on your free time, you better be treating them well though, if I find out you're two timing I will ground you till next year young man" though he knew Yazoo would never, he was flirty yes but never one to do something like that.

🩷

"I don't mean to flirt, it's the other students flirting with me... They just can't take a hint" he said softly and the teacher looked confused "that's now what we see"

"Seeing and experiencing are very different, I already have a partner... Are we talking about my love life or my school life?" He rolled his eyes and (name) looked at him as to say 'behave' before looking at the teacher "he's right though, we aren't here for gossip" though he wanted to here about this person his sons seeing.

"Loz has done much better compared to last semester, bud tutoring lessons seem to be paying off slowly but surely, he's thriving in gym class and even joined the mechanics club" (name) was proud of their youngest, he struggled a lot in school and it was good to see him achieve his goals.

"He has no issues making friends and has been seen as a protector of sorts to the omegas in his grade"

Sephiroth looked slightly proud of his son, though internally he was absolutely over the moon, his sons learning how to respect omegas well "as expected of my son"

"And we believe if he keeps this up he would be expected to graduate with his class"

"Hi Yazoos dad's!" (Friends name) said as the families walked out into the night air, the beta teen very excitable and high energy compared to Yazoo and (name) greeted him kindly and Sephiroth greeted him calmly, everyone halting when (friends name) kissed Yazoos cheek and everyone halted "well that explains the sleep overs" (name) said awkwardly "those aren't happening with closed doors anymore, well at least it's someone who will treat you nice" (name) was exhausted after all this "are you still coming for dinner sweety?" He asked the beta who smiled "yes sir! My mom's having me bring a cake!"

"Oh that's so sweet, tell her I say hi alright?"

When they got into the SUV, Sephiroth looked from the rearview mirror "you all did well, I'm proud of you" he never hid the fact he was proud of his sons because he was and the teens pretended they didn't care but Yazoos tiny smile let it slip.

"Now why didn't you tell us you were dating Zuzu! I feel silly calling him your friend!"

"It slipped my mind..."

"Well I'm glad you found a respectable young man"

The triplets didn't say anything as they knew (friends name) was chaos incarnate but he wasn't a bad guy at least.

[custer-died-for-your-sins]

Connor Chee and Renata Yazzie have worked with the Frances Clark Center and 8 other Indigenous composers to compile a book of elementary piano pieces. Additionally the publisher has agreed to give put up to 1000 copies to Native communities, native students, and Native music programs, available here.

“As a Diné musician, this collaboration with the Frances Clark Center holds profound meaning for me. Growing up, there were Indigenous musicians creating incredible work, some of whom I’m honored to call colleagues today, but their contributions weren’t widely represented. This project changes that—not just by showing Native pianists that they belong in the world of piano, but by offering the world, for the first time, authentic pieces by Native composers from diverse tribes. These are not the stereotypical caricatures created by non-Native composers in the past, but works that share the richness and diversity of our heritage. It’s a step toward greater understanding and appreciation of who we truly are.” – Connor Chee

“Historically, piano literature, including pedagogical works, have glaringly omitted the voices of Indigenous composers and their music. From the time I was a young Diné piano student until I began teaching other young Diné musicians, the available repertoire remained relatively unchanged, until now. Ahéhee’ nitsaago—many thanks—to the folks involved in this project who are committed to elevating and sustaining Indigenous voices within music education and by doing so, are encouraging Native musicians in their own educational journeys. The pieces in this book offer a sonic tapestry that weave together Indigenous knowledges and histories, the contemporary livelihood of our ways, and our hope for the future in an accessible and engaging manner for beginner pianists of all backgrounds.” – Renata Yazzie

[yaztho]

Yazzi’s tips for romanticising school (pt1?) 🖇️

Create a study playlist

This one is pretty easy. If you have Spotify or sound cloud or any of those music apps you can easily create a music playlist to listen to whilst studying/doing hw. I definitely recommend using music without lyrics as the words may distract you from your work. I personally use instrumentals of my favourite songs. 🎀

Glam yourself up!

Who said school wasn’t a fashion show? If you want to glam yourself up in lipgloss,pearl earrings and a cute headband then by all means do it! I personally love to wear pearls with my uniform and it’s gotten to the point where my friends have told me pearls reminded them of me. Just make sure you stick to the dress code,don’t want you to get a detention now do we? 🎀

Study smart

STUDY SMART NOT HARD! I don’t want you spending 7 hours studying when you really don’t need to. I personally like the blurting study method as it helps me learn and memorise information pretty fast but that’s just my preference. You may enjoy a different study method and that’s ok! Do what makes you comfortable (just not 7 hours of studying). 🎀

I might make a part 2!!

[unfortunate-bratfics]

"know your place, fool."

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[walkingthroughthisworld]

Soldiers with the 1st Battalion, 9th Cavalry Regiment from Fort Hood, Texas and multinational partner forces engage in a Combined Arms Live Fire Exercise (CALFEX) that was attended by the U.S. Emassador to Lithuania, Robert Gilchrist, on Feb. 12, 202… (Photo Credit: U.S. Army)

PABRADE, Lithuania - Soldiers with 1st Battalion, 9th U.S. Cavalry Regiment from Fort Hood, Texas, working side by side with multinational and allied forces, concluded their Combined Arms Live Fire Exercise training Feb 13, 2020.

Dutch artillery, Croatian mortar, Lithuanian and Norwegian fire support and the Baltic Air Police were some of the major assets involved in the execution of this enormous military exercise.

"A successful CALFEX is when my company commander walks out of here with a standard operating procedure and every single one of my leaders, whether it's a tank commander, a Bradley commander, a squad leader, a team leader…They walk out of here understanding their SOP's, having codified the lessons that they've learned throughout the entire train-up," said Lt. Col. Stephen Johnson, commander of the 1-9 CAV.

This large scale combined exercise involved assets from across the entire battlefield spectrum operating in a seamless, synchronous fashion.

Mortar teams working cooperatively were no exception.

"The goal for mortars here is to enable the maneuver elements in the company CALFEX to be able to get onto their objectives with ease," said 1st Lt. Alexander Shuler, a 1-9 CAV mortar platoon leader. "The thing that's really cool about working with the European nations, including Croatia, is that they're so used to working with other nations. A large part of us coming here to Europe is building upon that interoperability."

Indeed, Croatian Soldiers were an essential component of the mortar exercises as they worked closely with 1-9 CAV Soldiers throughout the CALFEX.

"The non-commissioned officers that we work closely with were really helpful," said 2nd Lt. Ante Validzic, with the 3rd mechanized infantry of the Croatian Land Forces. "They assisted us with everything we needed. If we combine our strengths, and work on our weaknesses, we can be strong together."

Training in Lithuania offered the Soldiers many tactical benefits that are not as readily available back in the United States.

"One of the great things about the 1-9 being up here in Lithuania is that they have the training facilities right here at their doorstep," said Brigade Command Sgt. Maj. Alexander Yazzie. "During this exercise, they had the fuelers come, they brought in ammo, they executed a Logistics Resupply Point (LRP) after contact. They were able to not only incorporate the fire maneuver, the shoot - move - communicate portion, but they incorporated the sustainment portion as well which was great because that's the first time I've seen that done in a CALFEX."

Command Sgt. Maj. Christopher Carey, the battalion command sergeant major was equally impressed with his Soldiers' ability to engage and take down potential enemy opposition.

"The one thing that really stood out to me was the violent execution of Battle Drill Six (room clearing exercise) by our infantry. There's a lot of training that leads up going into that live fire drill," said Carey. "They've trained for several weeks in preparation for this, and again the violence of action was very impressive. We're here to train and we're here to deter our adversaries. We don't have any distractors, that's our focus here."

The CALFEX is an enormous undertaking in scale and scope. This exercise allows leadership to assess and increase the military readiness and lethality of all the joint participants. Combining forces on such an enormous scale showcases our interoperability, and promotes regional stability, thereby enhancing relationships with our allies.

"We actually got to shoot gunnery with the Germans and the Norwegians, just being able to interact with them - I actually got to grade them, I got to VCE (Vehicle Crew Evaluator) them through their gunnery," said Staff Sgt. John Waite, an M1A2 B Co., 3rd platoon tank commander. "They were phenomenal. Their platforms and tank crews were amazing. They're always just thirsting for knowledge, the same as us. It's been one of the most amazing experiences during my time in the army."

The CALFEX is a very fast paced, multi faceted, strategic exercise. The ability of Soldiers to adapt and adjust to a fluid, ever changing battlefield environment is key to their success.

Of course, everything doesn't always go as planned.

"A Platoon leader's track (U.S. Bradley Fighting Vehicle) went down, just cut off on him. He worked through it, and what was great is the battalion commander let him work through it, he didn't give him the answer," said Yazzie. "So when a platoon sergeant's vehicle goes down, you have to jump track. Ultimately, he worked through it, he did really well and continued on with the mission."

Countless hours of training, endless logistics and the Soldiers' collective fighting spirit make for a very formidable fighting force that continues to protect the freedoms and independence of all within the European theater.

"This was just a world class amazing exercise, and I'm really proud of the Soldiers. Moving forward, we're going to document all the lessons learned. We're going to make sure that we don't make the same mistakes that we learned from this time, and that we can pass them off to the future leaders," said Johnson. "We all transition. We're going to switch out leaders, we're going to switch out Soldiers and they've got to be able to pick up where we left off. We're going to continue to be lethal, we're going to continue to train and continue to get better."

[unfortunate-brat]

You’re Mine | guitarist!ryomen sukuna x latina!reader

pairing: guitarist!ryomen sukuna x latina!reader

synopsis: you may have left the club with someone else but sukuna knows you’ll never be satisfied unless its him.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: slight pussy inspection, drinking, smoking, dirty talk, degrading words, obsession, jealousy, talk of pregnancy, implication of choking, sukuna is in denial, toxic relationship, sukuna is not a romantic,

yazzy's comments: so its between sukuna and jensen ackles for brainrot. truly i’m fucked if i ever encounter being sandwiched between them. artist is Marcellet19 on twitter !!

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his eyes look into the crowd as each finger chooses the right tune for the song’s melody. it’s the first time sukuna’s sung in front of a big group of people, let alone outside of his own room. gojo advised him to picture everyone naked to help ease the nerves but that only makes the guitarist disgusted. besides there’s only one person who looked good naked.

you were sipping your drink at the bar, eyes elsewhere as sukuna continued to entertain the crowd. he wonders if you’re avoiding his gaze, if the words he’s singing sound familiar to your ears, if you’d maybe look his way for fucking once.

strumming his guitar, he looks down to his fingers moving with perfect precision, this beat was nothing new of course. the pink haired fool had practiced it for three weeks while thinking of you. losing sleep as every wrong note would remind him of that night you screamed at him for being a jackass. that he would never change for the better. that perhaps whatever arrangement the two of you had was pure poison.

those dark eyes focus upon you yet again, unable to stray away from the hand that has wrapped around your waist. how dare you let someone else touch you? sukuna takes a moment to glance away, so no one figures he’s trying to blow someone up with his mind.

with the final note, sukuna glances in your direction yet again and sees the other guy dragging you away towards the bathroom. your laughter seemingly follows behind but its too loud in this place to tell for sure. what he does know is that whoever was pulling you away was a dead man.

he’s about three glasses deep in vodka, opting to just get it without ice as his thoughts are haunted by your face. there’s no doubt that you haven’t left and are still somewhere with that fucking asshole. as much as sukuna is very much to blame for you being with someone else, he won’t think to apologize.

dark crimson eyes dart to the bathroom where you had seemingly disappeared to, debating whether to get up and drag your ass out or to wait. the buzz running through his body was fueling his thoughts to beat up the guy but he’ll never get to play at this club if that happened. he’ll just have to play the long game.

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meanwhile you had snuck out to the front of the club and shared a cigarette with the stranger from earlier. both your bodies huddled close together to fight the chill of the night.

normally you didn’t smoke but after a couple drinks, the craving overpowered your brain. luckily this guy had a whole pack and for now, you enjoy the sting of nicotine coating your airways. it’s better than the sting of a certain someone’s kiss, despite how you somewhat missed them.

there’s no doubt that the song sukuna covered tonight was about you, it’s one of the many he practiced while you were asleep during the rare times that sukuna let you stay over that is. and you could feel his eyes burning a hole into your body, assuming that he knew you were with someone else.

“cold sweetheart?” a voice says softly, interrupting your thinking as a warm jacket covers your shoulders. “there, I wouldn't want you to freeze.”

you smiled softly, taking the last drag of the cancerous stick before handing it back to him. “thank you.” the smile he returns makes your knees weak, who knew someone else could do that for you? “you sure you’re not gonna freeze?”

the man lets out a smirk before wrapping an arm around your waist, closing the distance between you both. “nah, i got you to help me with that.” his lips meet yours and you can’t help but kiss back with the same passion. ignoring the cigarette that fell to the floor, being snuffed out by his foot. your arms wrapping around his neck as he chuckles between kisses. “see? feeling warmer already.”

“oh shut up.” pulling away you glance at the cab’s waiting for someone to use their services. “wanna head to my place?”

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sukuna doesn’t sleep, something in his brain telling him that you were up to no good. if he could drive, he’d head to your place. toss you on the bed and make you remember who could make you scream the loudest. paint that pretty skin of yours with bite marks and various hickies. make you so stupid all you can blabble out is his name.

running a hand through his spiky strands of pink, sukuna glances at the time on his phone. it’s already six am and a whole night passed without him realizing. guess his thoughts were too deep.

with a groan, he grabs something basic, sweats and a black hoodie before heading out of his apartment. alcohol may make his ability to drive out of the question but walking won’t. you did live a bit far but his determination will fuel his energy. and if anything, sukuna was gonna make you take him back. even if it’ll take a couple rounds of sex to do so.

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there’s a pounding at your door and despite you not wanting to get up, your neighbors might start complaining. so with not so graceful steps, you rise from the warmth of your bed to the door. wrapping a silk robe around your figure as all you slept with was panties. finding a tall and dark figure standing in your doorway, the stench of vodka oozing off his skin.

“you gonna let me in or what?” his eyes stare into your own, taking note that you were pretty much naked underneath the silk.

“it’s six in the morning, can’t this wait?” you whine, rubbing one of your eyes as sukuna pushes past you. “i’m tired.”

he freezes before slowly turning around as you shut the door. “tired from what?” and within seconds sukuna has you pinned against the wooden door, one hand resting at your throat. “from faking with him? or did he know what he was doing?” Your hands are powerless against his own as they remove your robe, shifting down to the lace barely covering your cunt. “no marks, is he too scared to hurt you or what?”

you can’t fight him, nor stop his actions as the buzz from earlier is still in your veins. as your judgment isn’t in its best state and old feelings are resurfacing. it had been three months since he last touched you like this. you had mostly avoided him of course but how long could you resist him entirely?

your body is thrown down onto the mattress, legs spread apart as sukuna rips the lace covering the last inch of you in two. rough and callused fingers spreading your folds open as he chuckles darkly. “look at my beautiful girl, she looks abused. guess he did know what he was doing huh?” you can’t help but look away, biting back the moan that threatens to escape you.

his thumb swipes through the arousal that began to pool out, bringing it to his mouth for a quick taste. a mixture of your sweet juices and a bit of saltiness greeting his taste buds. “hmm, you always were such a slut for creampies.” he takes a moment to look up at you, noting how you chose to look away. “what, you hate me now?” a harsh slap against your folds makes you whimper as he grins. “that’s not what this pussy thinks and you know it.” another slap, followed by three more make you whine and the shame pools in your stomach.

his free hand grabs your chin, forcing your eyes to meet. “you can fuck anyone, act like it’ll be enough but we both know the truth at the end of the day.” there’s no warning when his tip greets your entrance, you hadn’t even noticed his sweats were off. “this pussy is mine and i don’t have any issue reminding you. nor do i care his cum is still inside.” he pushes inside, bottoming out as you writhe and squirm under his towering frame. “let’s see which one gets you pregnant first.”

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[you-have-made-a-fatal-error]

SHA WEEK! SHA WEEK! hoo boy, june has been a mess, but nevertheless! for your browsing pleasure here are:

the old photos from the folder in Mary Yazzie's store (thank you NARA for your functional record keeping)

The William B. Douglas party, including Navaho and Paiute Indians, celebrate their discovery of Rainbow Bridge, Utah, as they eat watermelon in Paiute Canyon, 1909

Taos County, New Mexico. The Rio Pueblo de Taos - mist in Taos Valley in the a.m., 1941

Three Indians in Headdress in Foreground Watching Tourists, "Dance, San Ildefonso Pueblo, New Mexico, 1942"

Class in blacksmithing, Forest Grove School, Oregon, 1882

Papago basketmaker at work, Arizona, 1916 and here are the photos hanging around the old stove in Cappy's:

Deputy marshals and posse pictured after a fight with Ned Christie in Indian Territory, November 1892

Amos Little, Sioux American Indian, c. 1900

A lamp lighter at work in Finsbury Park, London; 7th October 1935

[alexclrmontdiaz]

WIP WEDNESDAY

tagged by @energievie on this quiet wednesday

I've actually been trying something other than Firstprince fanfics, even though I'm working on quite a few FP wips too these days. I've started a Kissingchambers wip - so I thought I'd share a little of this story, inspired by Ari & Dante, with tumblr on this wednesday.

They look up, sheepish smiles on their faces as they meet the gaze of Frank Yazzie. Elliot’s dad smiles at them, holding out a hand for Marco to take. He lets go of his friend to reach out his own hand. Mr. Yazzie pulls him into a tight hug, ruffling Marco’s hair in the process.  “It’s nice to see you, Marco.” “It’s nice to see you too, Mr. Yazzie!”  “Please,” Frank says with a stern look on his face, but an amused twinkle in his eyes; he clasps Marco’s shoulder with his hand. “It’s been months, please call me Frank. I heard you’re taking my kid out for a car ride.” Marco nods. “Yes, sir. I recently got my drivers license and I have gotten this old pick up truck from my grandfather. I thought, seeing as it is the summer vacation, I could take Elliot out for a drive up to one of my favorite spots.” (...) Frank walks around the truck, the corners of his mouth tugging up in an appreciative smile as he examines the car. “She’s a beauty.” “Maybe I asked the wrong Yazzie to come for a drive with me.” Marco grins widely when Elliot nudges him with his elbow, glaring up at him – but Marco can see the slight tremble in the corner of his mouth, the tell tale sign that his friend is holding back a smile. 

I'm tagging my tiniest baby @henfox because I love her so much

[miss-rum-hee]

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[stillhavetodothat]

Replaying Nancy Drew without Cheating - Part 9: Secret of Shadow Ranch

Loving this game is sooo diametrically opposed to who I am to my core (i.e. anti-horse girl), but I just CANNOT help myself. It’s so good. As a former Arizona gal myself, I am enamored with the setting, swept away by the romantic story of Frances Humber and Dirk Valentine’s forbidden love, and love staring a little too long at Dave’s sculpted ass at the chicken coop. I feel like this game is near perfect and I have very few complaints, despite the fact that I actually despise Shorty Thurmond with every fiber of my being. I haven’t hated a character this much since the days of yore, when Louis Chandler’s punchable face and droning voice haunted my nightmares. I have new nightmare fodder now - but I am very appreciative that at least it harkens back to The Shining, which is one of my favorite horror movies of all time.

God, my skin is crawling even just looking at that photo.

Okay, the real question here: was I tempted to cheat playing this game? The answer is no. I am thinking that between DDI, which I recently finished, and SHA, because I have not felt the need to look up any hints, probably just indicates that these are games that I have re-played most often. There was not any moment where I wasn’t sure what I needed to do next; in fact, I’ve come to realize that not playing along with a walkthrough (which I frequently have done) really does you an injustice as a player. It removes the element of immersion, so now, I was actually able to follow the storyline and really appreciate how well-fleshed out the game is. It just FEELS like they put some time into this one, if that makes any sense. It is enough to make me overlook the fact that I am terrified of horses and would never be caught dead riding one solo through the desert in real life.

Here are my thoughts:

1. This was THE FIRST game with this new interface, and it brings a whole new feel to Nancy Drew. The screen is larger, you feel more like you ARE Nancy. With that, of course, came some issues that would eventually be worked out, such as needing to deliberately close your bag every single time you pulled something out of it...made it feel a bit clunky. However, the changes’ good definitely outweighs their bad, and it was fun to feel like I was part of the next generation of HerInteractive.

2. Anyone else wondering how there are so many sticks just laying around, considering the fact that there are no trees on the ranch, and hardly any trees in that desert at all? I’ve never thought of this before, but I think these people would probably be buying firewood in town irl, not just finding it hanging around the yard.

3. Dave is obviously hot, and I have thought this since my childhood, but TEX is a smokeshow. Damn, those deep, rugged voices get me every time (lest we forget my concerning childhood crush on Dexter Egan). Mary Yazzie is a lucky lady, especially since I am inferring from this poster that Tex is very well-endowed. Girth is definitely rife with sexual innuendo. Remember, I know nothing about horses, and some people are reading this and palming their faces, but this is head cannon for me now.

4. Shorty is probably the dumbest culprit ever. I knew it was him back in the day as soon as I saw his stupid maps. The constant beration over his underripe vegetables and the elusive chicken eggs only further drove my hatred for him (without hints in this playthrough - I got thrown out of the house THREE times for picking the wrong vegetables. THREE!!). Shorty’s refusal to do his own job, his gross bald head, the fact that I for some reason have to rely on him every single day for water, him and/or his bank robber friends leaving the key for Nancy to escape from the jail cell within 3 minutes of coming to...I could go on. He is as dumb as a stump.

5. The look on Dave’s and Tex’s faces in this scene is hilarious. We can all relate. Even though lamb ragout sounds really good and I would take it over a burger any day, I have a hard time agreeing when he says that Dave and Tex’s taste buds are as sophisticated as a sand flea’s. This man made me bake a cake myself while he stood at the stove, stiff as a taxidermied bear, stirring at nothing in a pot for 12 hours a day, so I have my doubts as to his talent in the kitchen. “I must confess the man has NO TALENT.”

6. LOVED Dry Creek. It was so creepy that I really did feel nervous whenever I had to go out there, as if the sense of isolation of that town was seeping into me through the screen. Very cool spot. Getting locked in that jail cell was super exciting gameplay too. I give Shorty shit for leaving that key on the hook there, but in this playthrough I definitely knocked the key off the wall and into the floor hole about 4 times before I finally remembered about lassoing the chair. Who’s the dumb one now??

7. This magnet puzzle made me want to kill myself. Ultimately, I just randomly put each piece in each spot until they locked in, since I never did see the pamphlet in Mary’s shop. I thought there would be a better explanation out there as to why the wood pieces are there the first 10ish times you open it, and disappear on the 11thish. Has any game ever just inexplicably taken pity on you like this before? I am trying to think about whether or not I have ever realized that the game does this, or if this is the first time, since every other time I would have solved it the first time I opened it by following a very explicit walkthrough. I do like finding these weird little quirks, which I would never have found if not for this initiative.

8. The WORST puzzle though, not because it was hard but because it was so fucking annoying, was the game inside of Cappy’s after you put in Frances’s cousin’s ring. I had 2 tokens going in, both of which I had gotten playing the original game making a series bad guys with the token from the roadrunner game, and they were quickly gone as I lost twice in a row. I then proceeded to have to go back and play that roadrunner game SEVEN MORE TIMES!! in order to get more tokens to win a game that was purely luck. OMFG. I now have all 3 levels of that roadrunner game memorized. I will likely never forget them. And honestly, cheating wouldn’t have even made this easier.

9. And finally, Dave’s shit-eating grin in this photo at the end of the game, as he watches a mysterious Nancy cloaked in a physically impossible shadow. 

Excellent game. Maybe my favorite so far. Who’s ready to follow along with me as I shit myself in fear as Ethel lurks in the shadows of Blackmoor Manor?

[peachesandlagoons]

Penny Tillman

Birthday: 20th of winter

Age: 23

Race: Caucasian

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: Environmental Conservationist

Personality traits: Snob, Loyal, Ambitious

Hobbies: Gossiping, Playing video games, Parties, Writing blogs, browsing the internet

Origin

Penny was born and raised in Willow Creek by her parents Jack and Sheri. She's always been the talkative type amongst her peers, as she grew older she became not only spoiled from being the only child but very much a gossip girl. Most of her teen years were spent either on the phone or deep in a theory about global warming and honeybees.

That talkative trait can get her a long way apparently. She now works as an Environmentalist. She admits she doesn't like it "but someone has to keep the world from blowing up soon right?"

She had met Tia during college. They weren't in the same classes but they made great roommates. Tia also helped her get over her ex-girlfriend, Candy Behr at the time. So after they graduated they decided they wanted a home, why not just stay roomies?

Other characters

Tia Yazzi

Tiffany Cho

Scarlet Valentine

Thorne Bailey

[luucypevensie]

🐱 + Yasmin my beloved!! 🩷

YAS, YAZZY MY BELOVED! THANK YOU FAE! Tagging @ginger-grimm and @dancingsunflowers-ocs as well

1. If they’re a light or heavy sleeper: Yasmin tends to sleep on the light side; it doesn’t help that she’s more of a night owl too, so she usually is running on little to no sleep

2. What they would do if they won the lottery right now: Since Yasmin’s family is pretty well off as is, I think she would set aside some for herself (all for her education because that’s what matters most to her). The rest would all go to various charities that she loves, especially anything related to animal shelters

3. If they have a special item that they couldn’t bear to lose: Remember that Juicy Couture charm bracelet that Yasmin’s mom got her in like middle school? Yeah, Yasmin keeps it on her at all times and if she loses it, her panic button would be immediately pressed

4. One negative personality trait of theirs: Oh, that would be her temper. You may be surprised to hear this, but Yasmin is SCARY when she’s mad, and you do not want to cross her path when she’s in one of her moods

5. Their favorite ‘70’s song: Money, Money, Money by ABBA

6. The color(s) associated with their zodiac: Pink and Green (Libra)

7. Their favorite comedy movie: Bridesmaids

8. About one person they’ve lost: Yasmin barely knew her maternal grandmother (she died when she was around 3 from cancer), but her mother always said that she was a lot like her from her work ethic to her curly hair. It makes her sad that she will never get to know her better

9. A quote I associate with them: “The rights of a human being should be above any law”

10. If they’re a lover or a fighter: Definitely a fighter; she wouldn’t be a good lawyer if she wasn’t