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luvrgrlellie · 8 months

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pretty mess

pairing: ellie williams x reader

summary: in which reader gets sloppy drunk and ellie takes care of her

warnings: mention of puking

“stand up, y/n, right now” ellie said sternly, grabbing your arms and attempting to lift you to your feet. you giggled in response, resisting against her as if ellie trying to get your wasted ass off this random frat lawn was some kind of game. ellie, fed up with babysitting you all night while you got ridiculously drunk, bent down and scooped you up, throwing you over her shoulder despite your protests.

you quickly changed from happy and giggling to mad and yelling. “ellieeeeeyuh. put me down… m’ fine i swearrrr.”

ellie rolled her eyes, your act not convincing her one bit. the whole night that your guys’ friend group had been out, hopping from frat to frat on your college campus, you had been an absolute menace - running away from the group, climbing on any elevated surface you saw, and taking shot after shot with strangers, despite your inebriated state. after finding you chatting up some random group at an entirely different party, slurring your words and unknowingly flashing your pink panties to the whole circle due to your criss-cross applesauce position, ellie decided that you were out of control and needed to go home. you, on the other hand, were having the time of your life and could not disagree more. that was until ellie started heading back to her apartment, jostling you and the tequila-jungle juice-leftover pizza concoction turning in your stomach.

“wait - ellie! stop - seriously stop, I’m gonna…” ellie stopped in her tracks, suddenly knowing exactly what was about to happen. as soon as she placed your feet back on the ground, you bent over and puked up the 15+ shots that had brought you to your current state. her annoyance with you immediately fizzled out and was replaced with concern and an intense need to comfort and care for you.

“ugh, i’m sorry baby. it’s alright, let it out, i’m here,” she cooed, rubbing your back and holding your hair back while you vomited. “let’s get you to bed.”

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20 minutes later, the uber that ellie had decided to call so that you wouldn’t have to make the mile trek back to her apartment while sick had dropped you two off at ellie’s front door. she helped you inside with an arm around you for support, getting you to her bedroom just as you started to feel nauseous again. she sat you down on her bed, and you leaned over to her nearby trashcan to puke again. you wiped your mouth after you finished and tears formed in your eyes as you began to sober up and realize how much of a mess you’d been tonight. you looked up at your girlfriend and a sob escaped your mouth. “i’m sorry ellie I-I-I didn’t mean to ruin your night.”

“shhh stop, you didn’t ruin my night. c’mere baby.” she lifted you into her lap as you continued to cry. “no more crying, mkay? gonna make yourself sick again.” she pulled you away from her chest to look at you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear while staring at you intently and adoringly. “so pretty even when you’re such a mess, it’s not fair” she teased, making you crack a small smile. “i love taking care of you, but you gotta listen to me when I tell you to slow down, okay? ‘don’t like you like that in public, especially when you won’t stay in one place and let me watch out for you.” your smile fell, feeling guilty once again at worrying your girlfriend all night just because you can’t handle your liquor. noticing this, she assures you, “hey, it’s okay, i’m not mad alright? just love you and want you to be safe.”

“i know els. i love you.”

ellie removed you from her lap and laid you down in her bed before heading to the bathroom to gather some things to make your hangover better the next day. she grabs tylenol & fills a glass with water which she places on the nightstand beside her bed. shuffling into bed beside you, ellie scooches to your side, guiding your head to lay on her chest. “you’re the bestest girlfriend in the whole world els.”

“yeah yeah I know, now go to bed drunky.”

cute little ellie-takes-care-of-drunk-reader drabble/blurbish thing since i’m drunk right now and wishing ellie was here to make fun of me 💔

xoxo,

a ;)

#ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams drabble #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams x female reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie the last of us #ellie x y/n #ellie williams x y/n

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dirtysvthoughts · 7 months

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ur gymrat boyfriends <3

tags/warnings: smut, pwp, female! reader, boyfriend! wonwoo, boyfriend! jihoon, poly! relationship, pet names (baby, honey, princess, my darlings), literally one mention of ass smacking, reader gets fully nude, wonwoo and jihoon are gymrats (kinda obvious lol), dirty talk, pussy eating - but guess who though 👀, sorta kinda wall & mirror sex? you’ll see, wonwoo kinda takes the lead in this one heheh 🤭

word count: 2.5k (i got carried away y’all, i’m so sorry this was supposed to be short 😭)

a/n: i was told several times i was a menace for coming up with this idea, so why not continue my spread of mischief 😗 i saw this pic and instantly got several thoughts running through my brain… thanks to @playmetheclassics @wonwussy and @gyuwoncheol for dealing with my nonsense 🥹

when jihoon suggested you join him and wonwoo at the gym, you were hesitant at first.

“won’t there be lots of people there? and i thought you two working out together was a you guys thing, i don’t wanna intrude on that.. we all need our own spaces,” your voice and eyes lower, but the hand your boyfriend places on your thigh immediately has your eyes staring into his.

“working out is never just a me and wonwoo thing, you’re always welcome to join us. you’ve just been too shy to tag along,” jihoon’s ruffles your hair as your eyes shift away again. “besides, we haven’t done anything with all three of us in a bit. it’ll be nice,” he pats your back as he gets up, heading towards your bathroom to take a shower.

a few days later, you take up jihoon’s offer, and decide to join him and your other boyfriend at the gym. donning a strappy black sports bra and black shorts, you enter the room your lovers are in - their bodies coming to attention once you come into the space.

“hi my darlings,” you sweetly muse as you put your things down. wonwoo immediately sets his weights to the side and approaches you, hands falling on your waist as he kisses the center of your forehead. “hey pretty girl,” he smirks as you lean further into his touch, caressing your cheek delicately with his fingertips. “i haven’t seen you in a minute, are you taking care of yourself?”

“yes, i promise,” you respond back, pressing a chaste kiss to his soft lips. wonwoo kisses you back moving his hands toward your chest - until jihoon clears his throat loudly, stopping the both of you in your tracks.

“i know you two haven’t seen each other in a while, but we do have to stay focused. wonwoo and i can’t spend all day here unfortunately, we have other schedules later on tonight.”

you sigh disappointingly, wanting more of wonwoo’s touch on you, but also realizing that jihoon was right. he did warn you in advance this morning that while the three of you would be reunited, it wouldn’t be as long as you would like it to. they could only stay at the gym for an hour until all three of you had to go your separate ways again. it had been about two weeks since all three of you were able to hang out together. who knows when the next time would be?

you then decided you just need the savor the present moments with your boyfriends.

30 more minutes pass in which all of you have worked on different body groups - your boyfriends helping each other with their chest workouts, and jihoon helping you on some of your weighted exercises, giving you tips and pointers on how to make it challenging, but not overwhelming. all three of you take a break from the exercise, getting some water as you lay down on your mat and your men sit on different benches.

“how do you guys do this everyday?” you question in astonishment. “it’s only been 30 minutes but i feel like i got in a workout for the rest of the week,” you grab your phone and scroll through some of your apps while your boyfriends laugh at your joke.

“you just gotta keep it consistent honey,” wonwoo comments. “the more you do it, the less harder it becomes.”

“and the faster you get the results you want,” jihoon adds in. “wonwoo and i didn’t get our physiques overnight. remember those late nights when one of us would have to facetime you at the gym?”

your pussy throbs at the memories jihoon unlocked for you. “how could i forget when you both unintentionally teased me with your muscles?” you murmur in your head, thinking about your last gym facetime with jihoon and how you wanted nothing more than for him to pin you down after seeing him in a tight, sleeveless black shirt, hair covering his eyes.?

“y-yeah,” you whisper biting down on your lip, quickly and tightly closing your legs to prevent the boys from catching on. “i don’t think i ever told you guys this, but i’m proud of you both for working so hard to take care of yourselves. and trust me, i definitely see the work you put in.”

wonwoo chuckles, running his hand through his hair. “i think you need to elaborate honey, what does that mean?”

you roll your eyes as you sit up, looking directly at wonwoo when your response comes out of your mouth. “i think you know what i mean, baby,” you tease as you roll up to your knees. “you and jihoon are too hot to handle,” you bite your lip as your mind continues to drown in your needy thoughts. “your arms are so built that i want to be pinned down or choked by them practically every day. when you both wear oversized shirts, you can still see the details of your chest muscles, and god, both of you have the waist of greek gods.. you’re my fucking adonises.”

“mmm, is that so honey?” wonwoo questions, but he already knows the answer. “if that’s the case, then come over here and sit on my lap, let me show you how this gym work can be put to very good use.”

you stand up, walking towards your boyfriend and when you’re close enough, gingerly putting one leg over his, making sure your pussy pressed against his crotch. once you feel situated, you begin to grind on wonwoo’s lap, hands pressing down on his shoulders, moaning at how you could feel his hardness at you just got started.

wonwoo quickly takes notice in how you were lost in pleasure, your eyes closed and your head falling back, revealing how pretty your neck and their lines looked. he takes advantage of this opportunity, and pulls you closer by the waist, holding you by your lower back. wonwoo then attaches his lips above your collarbone, pillow-like kisses heightening your sensations.

“mmmm,” you moan in ecstasy, sounds getting a bit louder as he kisses his way down to the valley of your chest. “mmm, wo’neil, more pl-please,” you reach for the nape of his neck and pull him forward to bring him to the exact spot he’s trying to reach. he smiles knowing both of you were on the same page, and starts mouthing at your breasts, leaving open kisses and licks anywhere he could.

jihoon was watching you both intently from his corner of the room, but when he heard you moan beautifully for the third time in a row and he saw wonwoo making love to your chest? he was done being a spectator. he had to join the action.

you and wonwoo are so caught up in each other that neither of you notice jihoon walking up to you both and stopping once he reaches your backside. his fingers grasp the hem of your bra and gently pull it up, causing you and wonwoo to momentarily freeze. your tilt your head back to look at your boyfriend, in a trance from how wonwoo riled you up.

“jihoon?” you question as he sits you up to pull your bra over your head, tossing it to the other side of the room.

“couldn’t let the two of you have all the fun,” he teases, now moving to touch your mounds. “such a beautiful body you have, baby,” smirking at how with every touch, your nipples got perkier.

you moan out jihoon’s name as wonwoo goes back to making you feel good with his mouth. the feeling of both of them on you has your toes curling and your panties getting wetter.

“shit, w-wonwoo, ji-jihoon,” you breathlessly whisper their names. “needed you both so bad, i missed this so much,” your last word turns into a moan when wonwoo feels up your clit through your shorts.

“jihoon, she’s so wet already,” wonwoo chuckles circling his thumb over the center of your crotch, enjoying the many noises that left your mouth. “we’ve barely even started honey, you wanna share with the class?”

“i’m practically about to make a spot on these shorts, i’m dripping wet for the both of you! take me on the floor, the wall, this fucking bench - i don’t care, i just need you both inside of me,” you desperately plead.

both of their dicks twitch at your words, and they share at look with each other. they nod their heads in agreement, and wonwoo places his thumb in your chin, ensuring all of your focus was on him.

“stand up pretty honey,” he commands, and you do, trying not to lose your balance. once you’re off wonwoo, jihoon slowly pulls your shorts down your legs, revealing the black, strappy panties you decided to wear.

amused, wonwoo trails his fingers over your waistband, pulling it away and then letting it snap against your skin. your core gushes, not expecting wonwoo playing with your panties to have such an effect on you.

“oh my god, please!” you whine. “no more teasing, i don’t think i can take it.”

jihoon laughs, pressing a kiss to your temple, fingers playing with your earlobe. “c’mon wonwoo, help me get our baby to the mirror.”

wonwoo gladly obliges, turning you around to have your back facing his chest. he helps you walk backwards as jihoon temporarily leaves you two, making sure the door was locked.

you turn your cheek toward wonwoo as his back finally presses against the reflective material, fingers slowly crawling towards your folds to touch you again - this time without any clothes blocking his way. “why do i get the feeling that you and hoon planned this before i got here?” you scoff in disbelief, but it quickly turns into another moan as wonwoo begins a scissoring motion that had your body aching for more.

“and if we did?” jihoon smirks, making his way back to you. he kneels when he gets in front of you, blowing lightly on your folds and you think you might pass out from the combined feeling of oral and physical touch in your most sensitive area.

“y-you guys are some-something el-else,” you can barely muster as jihoon begins to inhale your scent down there, groaning and mentioning how good you were going to taste.

“and i bet she would taste good too jihoon,”’wonwoo chimes in. “every time i’ve eaten you out, you’ve always filled my appetite. you’re so satisfying. you taste so sweet, pretty honey,” he brings his fingers out from inside you and brings them to your lips. without another thought, you suck dramatically on his fingers, enjoying how wonwoo pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth.

he pulls off with a pop and he goes to your chest, grabbing at any skin he could get his hands on. you press down on his hand as you brace for more, whimpering at how good it all felt.

you weren’t expecting to get louder however, and that’s when jihoon finally decides to put his mouth to use. he leaves one long lick on your clit, and your body breaks out in good shivers.

“oh my fucking god,” you breathe out, feeling like you were going to an otherworldly paradise. jihoon doesn’t stop there and continues his motions, alternating the pacing of his tongue.

“you like it when jihoon eats you out baby?” you nod frantically. “such a pretty little thing when you’re getting fucked out.. maybe i should fuck you from behind? hmm, put my tip in just a little bit and get you writhing for me,” he curves the shape of you ass and spanks the left cheek, causing you to tilt forward a bit as you cry out.

“please, please keep talking that way wonwoo, it s-sounds so good coming out of your mouth!” jihoon can’t help but laugh to himself because you were right, the more wonwoo talked dirty to you, the wetter you became, and all he wanted was to have your juices covering the bottom half of his face.

“such a needy, desperate little girl.. you love a filthy mouth don’t you?” before you can respond, wonwoo’s tongue roams on the edge of your earlobe and you whine out for your boyfriend.

“that’s right, keep calling my name out like that.. who’s helping you get off like this?”

“you are! wonwoo, wonwoo!”

“and be nice princess, who else is making you feel good? he’s working just as hard as me,” wonwoo tilts your head down to have you view jihoon, still making love to your folds like a pussy-starved man. jihoon looks at you with the most cunning, seductive look and you fear your coil could come undone any second.

“jihoonie,” you moan, biting down on your lip. “you’re making me feel so good down there, but i don’t know how long i can la- ah!” his tongue goes at its fastest pace since you three started and that’s all it takes for you to finally release, chanting both of your boyfriend’s names like they were the only words you knew.

jihoon moves his mouth away from the lower half of your body, a cheshire grin sweeping across his face, knowing his wish for today finally came true.

“came so much that you got it all over my face baby,” he licks his lips and the move has you clenching again, even though you had an intense orgasm seconds before. “dirty talk does something to you because you were dripping on my lips.” you blush at jihoon’s intimate statement as your body tries to slump to the floor, but wonwoo brings you back up.

“can’t have you laying down just yet, do you think you can handle another round princess? i do wanna put my dick inside of you, but only if you’re ready. what about you jihoon?”

the mentioned male nods in agreement, “yeah neither of us has filled you up yet, and i don’t think we can go anywhere until we’ve accomplished that.”

you look at the clock in the room, and there were about 10 minutes left before you guys had to leave. surely that’s enough time for one more orgasm.

“okay, but this time, i actually wanna see some skin from you two,” you pout. “i was the only one naked, and that’s not fair.. lemme see all of your work,” you innocently tease, doe eyes making them both horny.

“you really are something else,” jihoon expresses as he takes off his jacket first, then his shirt. wonwoo follows suit, hoodie coming off and his shirt following, both of their outerwear now in a small pile.

“you’ll have to help us with our pants though if you want both of us in your pretty little holes,” wonwoo remarks.

you sigh, knowing that even though you will get what you want, it’s not gonna come to you easy. that’s what it was like dealing with your gymrat boyfriends.

“yes baby,” you whisper as you come down to your knees, pulling down wonwoo, then jihoon’s pants and boxers down, revealing their pretty and girthy dicks.

“hm, i guess those late nights were worth it,” you say to yourself.

#seventeen smut #svt smut #svthub #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #wonwoo smut #woozi smut #jihoon smut #wonwoo x reader #woozi x reader #jihoon x reader #wonwoo imagines #jeon wonwoo imagines #woozi imagines #lee jihoon imagines

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heavyhitterheaux · 3 months

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Valentine's Day Surprise (NSFW)

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

Synopsis: Jack always goes above and beyond for you every single day of the year, but goes even further on Valentine's Day. Except this year because of his actions, he is in for a surprise a month later.

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: my boo @hoodharlow 💖

Do not engage if you are underage

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“You gotta be fucking kidding me.” Jack heard you say as he saw you looking down at your phone and groaning.

“Baby, what's wrong?”

You didn't even respond, but instead slid your phone towards him as you rolled your eyes. He picked up your phone and you could tell that he was confused about what was happening.

“Hmm, I don't know what I'm looking at.”

“My period tracker.”

“But it's almost over, isn't it?”

“Not the point. Look at what it says on the fourteenth.”

Jack did as he was told, but still had a confused look on his face.

“Jackman, that's the day that I have the highest chance of getting pregnant.”

“Love that for us.” He responded while smirking and kissing you on your cheek, but you were quickly swatting him away from you.

“NO. NO WE DO NOT. We aren't do anything that day.”

“BABE! It's Valentine's Day! I have to give you this work. I have the entire day planned!”

“You can wait until that weekend. And I have other holes to use.”

“No I can't. And my favorite place is in between your thighs.”

All you did was look at him before rolling your eyes once more and massaging your temples.

“I wonder about you sometimes. No scratch that, all the time.”

“Well you did tell me the other day that you wanted another one sooo…..”

“I didn't mean right now!”

“Why not? The triplets will be ten this year and Nova will be six. That's a big enough age gap.”

“Jackman, you are not touching me with a ten foot pole so you can forget it.”

“Hmm, let's see if you feel the same way once I have your legs on my shoulders.” Jack scoffed as he leaned over to kiss you.

“I have no idea what I'm going to do with you.”

“Well, you haven't gotten rid of me yet. So I think it's safe to say that you won't. But, do you feel okay right now?” Jack asked as he pinched your cheek.

“Yes I'm fine, why?”

“I'm not going to turn down getting head from my wife.”

“Huh? I didn't offer.” You said looking at him confused.

“Well that was me asking and besides you said that you have other holes to use.”

“You get on my damn nerves.” You said before pulling your curly hair up into a ponytail and kneeling down in front of him and all he did was smirk.

—

By the time Valentine's Day actually rolled around, Jack didn't disappoint and granted your wish of things being simple for the two of you this year. He woke you up with breakfast in bed and even though Jack asked for the breakfast between your legs, you quickly said no earning a groan from him.

“That's okay, it’ll be a different story later.” Was all he said which quickly earned an eye roll from you.

“Jackman….” You said in a warning tone, but he wasn't letting up.

By this time, he had gotten on his side of the bed and slid you into his lap as you were trying to get away from him.

“Trying to run away from me already I see. Get back here.”

“But I have to get your gifts….”

“The gifts can wait. You act like I can't use a condom.”

“You have a horrible track record with that and I guarantee that your luck is not going to start today. And since when do you have any? Like ever?” You responded being completely honest.

“I…. well….”

“Exactly.”

“Hmm, but I know that pussy is creaming for me as we speak.” Jack whispered in your ear and you immediately shut your eyes and shook your head no.

“Let me at the very least put my tongue skills to good use.”

“Nope because that's going to lead to me wanting your dick in me.”

“But you want it in you 99.9% of the time.”

“Not the point, Harlow.”

Jack then reached his hand into your shorts while slipping two fingers inside of you earning a moan to escape from your lips.

And it was at that moment that you accepted your defeat.

He was slowly moving his fingers out of you before finally pulling them completely out and examining them.

“Just like I thought, creaming for me.” Was all you heard him say before he promptly put his fingers in his mouth to taste you. Without warning, you quickly slipped off the pajama set that you were wearing and even though you couldn’t see him, you knew that he was behind you with the biggest smirk on his face knowing that he had you exactly where he wanted you.

“Oh, someone’s eager.” He teased and you immediately rolled your eyes.

“Just shut up and put your fingers back in me.”

“I’ll do you one better and use my mouth. Come here and sit on my face.”

Jack had laid down under you making you have to switch around your position, but what he didn’t expect was you making a motion to pleasure him at the same time.

“I guess both of our mouths can be put to good use.”

Less than thirty minutes later, as promised, your legs were on Jack’s shoulders as he was slowly moving in and out of you. You couldn’t even remember the last time that the two of you were simply able to take your time and not having to do quickies here and there because of how busy your children kept you.

“Shit, babe.” Was all you had the strength to blurt out and all Jack could do was smirk as he reached down to play with your clit.

“You claim you don’t want a baby, but you damn sure are clenching down on me hard as hell.”

“Not my fault you feel so good.”

Jack kept up with the slower pace as you placed your arms around his neck to bring him in for a kiss and held onto him tightly as you knew that you were close.

“You’re close, aren’t you baby?”

You couldn’t even respond, but simply nodded your head yes, but Jack kept the same pace knowing that when you hit your peak, it would hit you a thousand times harder than it would if he had changed his pace. His movements began to get sloppy so you already knew that he was close too and in order for you to reach your peak faster, his mouth quickly found its way to your left breast and lightly began to suck, while still playing with your clit.

You didn’t even have time to say anything before you squirted all over him and felt him release in you at the same time. Jack simply placed kisses all along your body as you rode out your high and tried to even your breathing. Once Jack slid out of you, he looked down and smirked.

“Let me know when you’re ready for round two.”

All you did was look at him before grabbing him to flip him onto his back and positioning yourself in order to ride him.

“Well got damn.”

“I’m ready right now.”

—-

About a month later, Jack had told you that he wanted to go get some food and the two of you quickly agreed on Wing Stop. He had ordered it and gotten it delivered and the two of you were simply sitting down eating while watching movies on Netflix.

“Damn, these sure hit harder when you’re pregnant.” You simply said as you took another bite of your wing after dipping it in ranch.

Jack stopped chewing mid-bite to look at you and when you finally looked back at him, you had a confused look on your face because he had stopped eating.

“Baby, what’s wrong? I thought you said you were hungry?”

“So we’re just going to skip over the part where you said that you were PREGNANT?”

“Who said that?” You asked while taking another bite of your fry.

“SERIOUSLY?!?!”

“Don’t you remember me showing you my period tracker and how I said that I was ovulating and that you didn’t care on Valentine’s Day?”

“Uh…. no.”

“Hmm, typical response from a man.”

“BABY!”

“Did I lie?!” You asked as you reached over to steal one of Jack’s fries because your supply had now been depleted.

“I…. so… we’re going to have five kids?!”

“You wanted your dick wet. These are the consequences.”

“Wait, you can’t put this all on me! You’re the one who wouldn’t let me come up for air and it had been damn near six rounds!”

“Don’t fuck me so good next time then.”

All Jack did was roll his eyes and scoff.

“Like that’s ever going to happen. But wait, you’re really pregnant? Is this an April Fools joke?”

“Jackman Thomas, it is March. And I would never tell you that I was pregnant as an April Fools joke. Don’t you remember how hard it was for me to get pregnant the first time?”

“Oh, good point.”

By this time, Jack had looked down to see that you had now eaten his wings too along with the rest of his fries and you were quickly trying to grab his drink which he promptly snatched away from your reach.

“Got damn! I forgot how bad your cravings were. You ate all your food AND MINE.”

“Sorry, smush. I’m eating for two now. Well let’s hope it’s only one baby in there because we know with your track record it might end up being four.”

“Not you getting an attitude because I’m fertile.”

“A little too fertile, I might add.”

You gathered all of the trash from the table and quickly put it in the trash can before coming to sit on Jack’s lap.

“Damn, looks like I have to get full off my drink since my pregnant wife ate her food AND mine.”

“I have something else that would get you full.” You leaned over to whisper in his ear before starting to kiss down his neck and move to the side so that you were able to slip your hand in his sweatpants and stroke him.

“Damn it. I also forgot how my dick will probably fall off during these nine months with how horny your ass gets and…. Fuck. Babe…..”

“Uh oh. Hold that thought.”

“Why? What’s wrong?”

All Jack saw was you running into the bathroom and proceeding to throw up everything that you had just eaten. Jack was holding your hair back and when you had finally finished, you washed your mouth out after brushing your teeth and sighed.

“I hate that part.”

But Jack was just glaring at you and you didn’t understand what his problem was.

“Baby?”

“Not you throwing up my food that you stole from me as I’m sitting here hungry AND you didn’t even suck my dick. You owe me.”

“I’m carrying your child. Let me do what I want and as soon as I rest for a little while, I will.”

“I’m still hungry.”

“You can eat me out.” You said as you reached up to place your arms around his neck and all he did was look down at you.

“Not with the way my stomach just bit my liver. I need REAL food.”

“But….”

“I’m going to get something to eat without you being near it so I can eat it in peace.” Jack said as he grabbed his keys and made his way towards the door.

“What if I put strawberries and whipped cream on it!?” You asked while smiling at him and all Jack did was continue to stare at you.

“And you call me the unserious one.”

#jack harlow #jack harlow fic #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x black reader #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow smut #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow concepts

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lcandothisallday · 11 months

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Jeremy concepts: Jeremy sees you at a pickup game and shows off to flirt

A Shot Worth Taking - Jeremy (WMCJ) x f!reader

Part 1 - Meet Cute

note: this started as a concept (that’s why the writing is very unprofessional lol) but the idea has sparked an idea for a series

warnings: none

series masterlist!

no because imagine you and your girl friends are there because your friend vanessa is supporting her man while he plays a different game, and you're just sitting there on the bench slightly bored and scrolling through your phone.

but then jeremy sees you and his breath gets caught in his throat--your beauty just stopping him in his tracks completely. and he glances down at his outfit--specifically at his wacky sandals and its the first time he feels a bit self-conscious so he KNEW he had to step up his ball game if he wanted to impress you even an ounce.

kamal notices jeremy's internal conflict and he follows his line of sight and sees you sitting there which causes him to smirk. "finally considering your god awful outfit choices?" he teases the curly haired man. Jeremy scoffs and shrugs him off nonchalantly. "fuck off" he mutters. "we gotta win this pick up," jeremy mumbled.

kamal begins laughing before he smirked, his intrusive thought winning. "AYO!!!" he yelled out towards you, causing you and your home girls to look up and pay attention to the group. immediately Jeremy's eyes widened and he smacked kamal. "man what the fuck are you doing?!" he exclaimed.

"getting her to pay attention," kamal responded. "now pull up and work your magic," he mused, moving towards the middle of the half-court to begin the game.

jeremy groaned and sluggishly followed, hoping you didn't catch on. but the thing is--you did catch on. after kamal had shouted for your guys' attention, you were intrigued, a playful smile on your lips.

"oh my god," Vanessa exclaimed. "what the hell is the white boy wearing?!" she laughed. you cringe playfully but you can't help your giggle.

"its not...that bad" you laughed. "I wonder if he's any good."

your other friend destiny scoffed. "looks like he was dragged from an organic smoothie shop to play in the pick up...aint no way this white man can jump."

as the game starts, you lean forward, resting your elbows against your knees as you and your girls watch intently. jeremy nervously glances you once more before he laser focuses on the game.

you observe as he runs around the court, effectively working with kamal before he approaches the 3-point line for the first time and easily sinking the ball into the basket. your friends gasp in shock and all you can do is grin. jeremy had a proud and cocky grin evident on his face, before he turned, made direct eye contact with you, and confidently winking your way, causing you to blush madly.

destiny instantly caught on and playfully shoved you in disbelief. “the white boy is into you!” she laughed. you go to deny and she scoffs. “don’t try to deny that shit! own it babes!”

“i cant lie…he’s really cute,” you breath out, feeling your face get hot at the confession. you all continue watching as jeremy puts on a record show. he was unbelievably good and extremely funny just from what you overheard him say to the other team.

“oh he’s definitely showing off to get your attention,” vanessa points out after a while with a smirk. “i say you shoot your shot after the game…maybe you need a white guy after the shit show you experienced with that lebanese guy that did you dirty.”

“ugh don’t remind me,” you shutter.

jeremy and kamal were huffing as they stood in front of the other two guys, effectively waiting for the pay out with smirks on their faces.

“pay up bitch,” jeremy mused cockily, his right hand held out while the other held onto the basketball.

the guy whined as he pulled out the bills and handed them over. “you’re gonna get beat up one day with that strategy,” he muttered sourly.

jeremy could only grin. “pleasure doing business.”

“nice game,” he hears someone say, causing him to swing around to face the person, coming face to face with you. he grinned even wider if possible.

“hey,” he breathed out.

“hi,” you smile. “you were really impressive…i cant lie—me and my girls didn’t think you’d play that good,” you admit shyly.

jeremy licked his lips and looked at you with amusement. how the fuck did you manage to be even prettier up close? “i played at gonzaga—”

“yeah i figured with your knees,” you replied, causing him to smirk. “so you paying attention huh?”

you scoff playfully. “how can i not when you’re so obviously trying to impress me,” you flirt back confidently.

Jeremy grinned. “how can i not when such a pretty girl is in the stands watching me?” his comment makes you blush. “im jeremy by the way.”

“im y/n…”

“would you maybe wanna grab dinner sometime?”

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow imagines #jeremy x reader #jeremy wmcj #white man can’t jump #wmcj #wmcj fics

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 5 months

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i watched spto and i'm down bad for matthew patel now so uh- can i request platonic matthew patel x reader where reader works at gman media and they become friends with him after he realizes just how out of his depth running the place and just like breaks down to the nearest person that he has no idea what he's doing?

Oufh I gotta admit the same thing-

......

Being a custodian at G-Man Media certainly wasn't the job you hoped for, but at least it was a job that paid well...better than anything McDonalds could have provided.

And of course, that's only because it used to be run by gazillionaire Gideon Graves.

Yes. Used to.

There was a huge change in management that literally happened overnight--as your boss was defeated in battle by Matthew Patel, and he became the CEO of pretty much everything the former had.

The two record labels, fourteen animal shelters, movie studio, etc. etc. were now all his for the taking.

Never in a million years would you imagine that this theater-obsessed punk who was Ramona's first evil ex-boyfriend would be able to overthrow the G-Man himself.....and yet he won.

Of course, the aforementioned battle they had resulted in some serious damages and a lot of repairs having to be done in several rooms and floors. But if anything you were just relieved Matthew chose to disband the League of Evil Exes. You didn't have to clean up all their messes or fix anything Luke, Todd, or the twins' robot might have broken.

Even better was that Gideon wasn't around to nitpick at every little thing anymore.

That was a huge upside for you.

On the downside, however...your new boss was somehow both better and worse than him.

Matthew was thrown into such a tough role so quickly, and while he seemingly had everything under control with his demon hipster chicks becoming his agents.....sometimes he just looked lost.

Sure, he seemed to like shouting out orders and getting escorts in fancy helicopters, but when it came down to actual business stuff, he kept asking his employees about different things--even painfully obvious things.

You've never talked to him much even before this, although you usually keep to yourself and don't really speak unless spoken to. But you can tell he's struggling to maintain his image.

Still, you don't wanna say anything that might anger him or get you fired.

And besides, he had mystical powers that were ten times cooler than anything Gideon ever had, so pissing him off would be most unwise.

.......

It's late in the evening when you're heading to your final stop before getting to go home: Matthew's office.

He didn't say anything in particular had to be repaired, although you figured there was no harm in double-checking things. For all you know, the TV's wiring might need to be fixed or a screw in the table might've come loose.

Hopefully he didn't mind. You're usually in and out of there by the time he returns from whatever business trip he attended.

Yet upon entering his office, you stood in your tracks upon seeing that he was there, sitting all alone....apparently brooding and monologuing to himself. You were used to seeing him doing that sort of thing.

But this time something seemed...off.

Even his demon agents were concerned and looked grateful you showed up, immediately stepping aside so you could walk in further, hearing his mumbling become more coherent.

"What am I doing with my life? This isn't what I went to college for..."

"Mr. Patel, sir?" You called out cautiously. "Is everything okay?"

"....no, actually. Everything is NOT okay!" Slamming his hands onto the table, he stared up at you from across the table, taking a moment to identify you. You could see how exhausted and bloodshot his eyes were, along with his eyeliner looking more smudged. "You're the custodian, right...[y/n], was it?"

You blinked, surprised he remembered your name. "Correct. I was just-"

"Look, [y/n]..I've been feeling really awful lately and I just need to....get some stuff off my chest. And since you're the only one here right now, you get to listen to me." He then pointed to a chair near him. "Sit, and don't you dare tell anyone what we've discussed, capiche?"

Even though the clock was ticking close to the time you went home, concern over your boss' mental stability took priority over everything else at that moment. So you listened to his demand and took a seat, remaining silent and patient.

As Matthew slumped back into his chair, his whole expression shifted into one of sadness, as though he just lost his best friend. "I'm....not cut out for this job..." He confessed. "This isn't what I envisioned myself doing."

"I imagine it's been difficult. But for the record, you've only been doing this for-"

"I've already lost this company billions of dollars."

You blinked. "Billions, sir?"

"Yes, billions! You know, I-I only defeated Gideon Graves in battle because he would have taken my life if he won. And for a while it felt good to have all of his fame and fortune.......but now it....i-it just sucks! The paperwork never stops, I can barely catch a break, I don't know any of the computer passwords, and I don't even like wearing this stupid suit!!" Laying his head on the table, he banged his fist against it, choking back tears. "I'm a theater major..not a business major, damn it!"

'Poor Matthew..' You frowned slightly. "If all of this is so overwhelming, maybe you could-"

"No." He quickly sat up, his face darkening with a deep scowl. "I am NOT giving anything back to that lying scumbag! Besides, we have a legally binding contract that states all his properties are mine! That means permanently! Forever!"

"My apologies, sir..i-it was only a suggestion." You put your hands up, feeling tense especially as his demons were now frowning at you. "I know you've been under a lot of pressure lately...and there's no shame in admitting that."

Matthew blinked. "You've noticed?"

"I have." You nodded. "I mean..a lot of people go to college for one thing and suddenly wind up in an entirely different field. I know my opinion may not matter much, but...I think you're doing a great job despite your lack of experience."

He shrunk back, no longer looking angry but rather...guilty?

"Thank you.." He sighed. "I'm sorry for never saying this, but you've been a huge help cleaning up after all our messes when we had the League of Evil Exes. So..you better give yourself a little credit, too."

Now it was your turn to be flattered, as you smiled and chuckled. "Thank you, Mr. Patel. I appreciate that."

"Uh-huh..and there's something else, too.."

"And what would that be?"

"....I only refuse to throw in the towel because this company can give me the funds necessary to make the Scott Pilgrim musical a reality." He confessed.

"Oh?" You raised an eyebrow. "A musical based off of that guy you killed?"

"Yes. But apparently he's alive. Ramona told me."

"....I see-"

"BUT as soon as the production takes off, I may or may not return some of Gideon's empire to him. I'm sure that asshole is scheming to reclaim it as we speak..." He grumbled, his attitude turning sour again.

You thought about what you could say to cheer him up without patronizing him...but fortunately that wasn't too hard to figure out.

"I wouldn't worry about him. May I ask who you'll be starring as in the musical?" You rested your arms on the table, smirking as you saw the way Matthew's eyes lit up.

"Why, of course!" With a wide grin, he jumped up onto the table, dramatically posing. "I will be the main character: Scott Pilgrim!! I vow to delight and entertain people everywhere!" He laughed, before he stopped and stared down at you. "[Y/n], may I show you a presentation of my many one-man shows? They've all prepared me for this moment and I'd love your opinion on them."

"Sure." Shrugging, you smiled and leaned back in your seat. "I'm getting paid overtime for this, right?"

His face fell flat. "...I'm supposed to give you guys overtime?"

"Well...Gideon never did, but--nevermind." You shook your head. "You can roll the footage."

His grin returned as he snapped his fingers, causing the room to darken and the TV to come to life, showing off one of his many recorded performances.

It was a two hour long video, but entertaining nonetheless. You recognized a lot of the songs and were impressed by all his method acting.

It's no wonder he made such a convincing CEO.

After that, he finally allowed you to go home with a promise to give you overtime....although not before he exchanged phone numbers with you as thanks for being his unofficial therapist for the day.

He claims it's so he can update you on the musical's progress and "other business stuff", as he put it.

But he kept calling you on your days off to talk, insisting you referred to him as Matthew instead. "Mr. Patel" was slowly starting to leave a bad taste in his mouth.

You didn't mind it, though.

At this point, you accepted the fact that you became your boss' first (and possibly only) friend.

Maybe after he surrenders the G-Man empire for good, that friendship can continue.

#clanask #anonymous #scott pilgrim x reader #scott pilgrim takes off x reader #spto x reader #matthew patel #matthew patel x reader #platonic

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zane009 · 8 months

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raindrops

summary: Daryl comforting you in the rain??

word count: around 800

Daryl x reader

a/n: prison daryl era <333 in a big writing slump rn so don’t judge this one too much :( not proof read

The stench of the dead bodies didn't help with your racing thoughts and nausea. On top of that the weather wasn't looking very promising. You and Daryl were out on a run trying to get more supplies for the newcomers at the prison, which you wouldn’t mind at all if it where any other day.

As you were currently walking around a deserted street filled with dead walkers you couldn't stop your racing thoughts.

You had recently lost another member of your group and while this wasn't anything new this time you felt different. You didn't know how many deaths, how many bites, how much more killing can you handle. Every death drained you a little bit more than the last. You just wanted everything to stop.

You wanted to stop existing just for a second and let everything be okay. But that's not possible. Not in the world like this. You felt the first teardrop roll down your cheek making you sniffle slightly.

Daryl immediately caught that and stopped in his tracks to look back at you. With your head down low you were staring at your worn out shoes since you didn’t have the nerve to look up at him. He lost and went through so much more than any of you and here you were crying and complaining.

"wha's wrong darlin' are ya okay?"

The softness in Daryls voice made you tear up even more as you slowly looked up at him. The worry immediately filled his eyes as he quickly stepped right in front of you.

He looked at you straight in the eyes with the softest look he could muster as he placed both of his hands on your cheeks, cradling your face.

"darlin' ya gotta talk t' me c'mon" he said while inspecting you for any damage of a walker bite or a scratch.

You were collecting your courage to talk to him but how could you dump all of this on him while so many people were depending on him already. You looked at him standing there in front of you, face inches apart from your own.

His soft curls laid perfectly over his shoulders as his face was scrunched up with worry. Your Daryl.

You started crying really hard at that moment, the only thing keeping you from collapsing was Daryls grounding hold on your face.

At that moment Daryl seemed even more worried if that was even possible. He started caressing your cheeks and wiping away the tears that left the corners of your eyes.

" I don't want to be here anymore"

You barely whispered and as soon as you did Daryls eyes filled with sadness and something else. Something familiar. He knew that feeling. At that moment you felt terrible and As if that wasn't enough you felt the first raindrop on you face.

While daryl was gazing at you with and unreadable look the raindrops increased wetting your faces to the point that you didn’t know if he was wiping away your tears or the rain.

Your clothes became wet and hair damp but you two still didn’t move until Daryl slowly leaned in and placed a delicate kiss to your forehead. He stayed that way for a few seconds with his hot lips pressed on your cold skin.

He gently pulled away but just enough to reposition himself lower so your foreheads were touching. He slid his hands from your face and rested them on your hips drawings small circles into your skin with his thumbs. You knew he wasn’t good with words so just him being there for you was enough.

“ya will always have me with ya”

he said as he connected your lips in the softest kiss filled full with emotion. Filled with everything he couldn’t say. With all the comfort you needed.

As you gently moved away from the kiss he pulled you into a warm hug while the rain was still pouring over you two. He pulled you into him as much as he could with one hand placed on your lover back and the other caressing your wet hair.

The world around you was forgotten. The danger of walkers passing by, forgotten. The supplies you were supposed to gather, forgotten. At that moment it was just you and him with rain pouring over you. You figured you wanted to keep existing here, with him by your side. With your Daryl.

⁂☆彡𐬾𐬺✩

this is so bad but I’m not in the right headspace rn sorry :/

#daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon fic #daryl dixon fluff #daryl dixon x you #daryl drabbles #daryl fanfiction #daryl imagines #daryl x reader #twd daryl #twd fanfiction #tw depressing stuff #fanfic #hurt/comfort #daryl dixon x reader #daryl x y/n #daryl dixion x reader #daryl x you

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heartsoftruth · 2 months

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Lewis after FP1 and FP2 in Bahrain | 29.02.24 "This has been a crazy Friday (lol), I was late this morning! FP1, was very very windy this morning. Very difficult session for everyone . The track was so different to practice last week. It was feeling okay. We didn't really know where we were stood on the C2 tyres. We made some improvements over the session... Again, I don't understand... It's a shock to see us where we are, but we'll take it for now. We can’t get ahead of ourselves, we need to keep our heads down, keep working on the set up and try to extract more. I think our long run pace is nowhere near the Red Bulls, for example, and I think we’re a lot closer, so we got some work to do there.” Better this year? Yeah, I am much more happier with the car. My seat position is finally further rearwards... I've got a better feel for the car approaching the corners but there are other areas that have been fixed and improved. It feels like a race car for once. The last two cars didn’t feel like that so, it’s a really good platform for us to work on. We just gotta keep on chasing.”

Longruns? “with the new car you have new tools, everything’s been re-designed. You’re learning a whole new vocabulary when it comes to the car set up. We’ve tested some of them but not all of them because we’ve only had a day in a half.” “I hope we can make a step. I have got a bit of an idea but I don’t know how to achieve that yet with the set up changes without affecting the other side of things: single lap. So we’ll see.”

#lewis hamilton #f1

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kindnessisweakness2 · 9 months

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Emily signed the paperwork and much to the disappointment of Jax that was the last time he had seen or heard from her in a week. He didn't know what it was but his head was full of her. She was a fucking pocket rocket for sure. She handled Noah, put that crow eater in line without using her fists and shot David Hale down quicker than Clay ever had the opportunity to. He couldn't stop thinking about her and Gemma could see it. Fuck, everyone could. But Noah? God Noah felt it full force. Jax had him busting his arse more than any other prospect, and everyone could guess at why. "When are you gonna stop messing with that kid and just go see her?" Clay questioned as he made his way into the empty clubhouse. Jax shrugged from his place at the bar. He was sipping a cold beer as he sat and watched Noah clean his bike on the security cameras. Yes it was the 4th time in two days he made him do it, but in Jax's eyes it was fair. "I dont know what you mean." Clay rolled his eyes as he poured himself a whiskey. "You got the hots for this girl. Gem told me. Just go see her and let the prospect sleep for god sakes. We have a shipment coming tomorrow, i need him in good shape." It was Jax's turn to roll his eyes at his step father. Never would have guessed Clay to take a prospects side. Standing from his seat at the bar, Jax nodded at Clay and made his way out to his bike. "Pack it up prospect, I've got somewhere I gotta go." Noah stood to his feet and awkwardly twisted the oil covered rag in his hands. "Can I talk to you quickly before you go?" Jax's eyebrow raised in question. Noah seemed to be wrestling with his thoughts, trying to work out how to phrase what he wanted to say without pissing his Vice President off. "Look, I don't want you anywhere near Emily. I know your track record with women Jax And I don't want her hurt." Noah clearly threw caution to the wind and tried to be as firm as possible with Prince of Charming. Noah couldn't deny that part of him hated that Jax could have whoever and whatever he wanted. Women looked at him like he was sex on legs. Perfection, with a physique that the Gods themselves carved. But Noah didn't see the appeal. In his eyes Jax was a dick, and it wasn't like he was the only blonde haired, blue eyed boy in charming. Jax's eyes widened in Suprise at the boldness of the prospect and laughter tumbled from his mouth. Noah felt his chest burn with both embarrassment and anger at the sound. "The last person I'm gonna listen to is you, grunt. Yeah she's hurt and your the one to blame. Hey, who knows? Maybe I'll pay her a visit, make her feel better. From what I hear it's not gonna be hard to fill your shoes." Winking at the prospect, Jax put on his helmet and sped out of the lot, leaving a disgruntled Noah scowling at the reaper that addorned his back.

30 minutes riding aimlessly around Charming did nothing to clear Jax's head and sure enough he ended up in the one place he was adamant he wouldn't go. Leaning against his bike across the road from Emily's home, Jax lit a cigarette and mentally wrestled with himself. He was never this nervous about a girl before. He was the prince, Girls fell at his feet all the time. But this girl? No this girl was different. Fuck. What was he doing? He knew minimal things about this girl, so why was she all up in his brain. Not even crow eaters could distract him from the purple haired pocket rocket. "Jax?" His head snapped up, the sound of her voice halting his pacing immediately. There she stood in joggers and a cropped vest, looking worried. Her hair was down, the long purple strands dangling over her shoulder and Jax's first thought was imagining running his fingers through it. Wondering if it was as soft as it looked. "Jax is something wrong?" Emily spoke again, the concern in her voice clear. Jax found himself frowning at her. "Yeah, there is actually. I havent seen you at the clubhouse." Emily scoffed at the nerve of the man infront of her. She had seen him from her kitchen window and the sight of him pacing, chainsmoking cigarettes made her worried. Now she felt stupid for caring. "Im not a fucking Crow eater Jax. I've heard how the club treats women, thats not me." Emily turned to walk away, but his gentle hand on her arm stopped her. "Thats not what i meant Darlin'. I meant...Fuck i like having you around okay?" Emily shook her head, completely dumbfounded. "Jax you met me twice. You dont know me. Look, if this is a way to piss Noah off, fucking his ex, im not here for it. Whatever he's done, leave me out of it." Jax rubbed his face frustrated. "This isnt about Noah Em. Infact I cant stand him. This is different. Is it so hard to believe that i may actually want to get to know you? That i enjoyed the time I spent talking to you at the clubhouse the other day?" Emily smiled softly at him. "I'm not different. Jax im boring. Your wasting your time here with me. You have multiple women who would give anything to spend a night with you. Dont be stupid. Go." Jax grinned at her as she gave him a gentle shove towards his bike. Throwing his arm over her shoulder instead, Jax guided her back towards her house.

"Well arent you lucky? Tonights your night Em, Im Yours. Let me be the judge of whether your boring." Emily couldnt help but laugh at the confidence on him. It was gonna be a long night.

#jax teller x reader #sons of anarchy #jax teller #jax teller imagine #jax teller x oc #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy fanfiction

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iwanthermidnightz · 6 months

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Honestly it does seem Taylor is running out of steam for these rereleases and, frankly, I don’t blame her. She said this started as a passion project - I don’t think her original intention was to have such a huge era for each rerelease. I can imagine it feels very limiting as an artist to just rehash every previous album, rather than moving forward with new music. In a way Midnights was overshadowed by Eras tour and rerecords.

So I can imagine she’s trying to just get the last couple albums out and move on to NEW eras, new projects, not stay stuck in reliving every period of her life up till now. As a person, as an artist, it’s gotta be weird. So yeah, maybe she realized that doing a whole THING every time is just too much. I think we owe her some grace. And like you said, she doesn’t owe us any of this - ultimately this project isn’t about us constantly getting new content from her, it’s about HER owning her music. I think some people get swept up in the excitement and forget these things.

Yes exactly. From what I’ve read she hasn’t been recording just one album at a time, but multiple. She released two 1989tv tracks like two years ago. I’m sure in between touring it’s exhausting some days.

I agree that her original intent was to re-record and release each album without repeating an era, but I think she did want to make it special enough for the fans who have supported her along the way.

It probably is exhausting to deal with rehashing certain things that happened during an era… to the point where she had to make a speech about her fans behaving online during tour before Speak Now tv came out. She’s a completely different person now who learned certain lessons along the way. I wouldn’t want to relive some parts either.

But I do think she has found joy in it too, remembering special moments and falling in love with the music again, which is all that matters. It’s the principle of reclaiming what’s rightfully hers.

She’s been more than generous with the amount of music and content she has put out in the last 3 years, and everything in between. So I hope she continues doing what works for her and makes her happy 🤍

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mephinomaly · 10 months

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[TL] Amusement Wolf/Koga Oogami 3*

Summary: Koga is in a bad mood so Makoto suggests going to the arcade. At first it doesn't seem to help and Koga only gets angrier...

Season: Summer

Location: Corridor

Koga: (Gahh, for fuck’s sake. I’m pissed!)

(Both Sakuma-senpai and Hakaze-senpai are goin’ on a variety show!)

(We’re UNDEAD! We’re suppose t’be a more radical, immoral unit!)

(Feels like the claws we’ve been sharpin’ have been gettin’ dull as of late.)

(...Them shitty seniors. Damn, I don’t get it but there’s gotta be a reason why.)

(Takin’ such a job, it’s totally out of left-field ‘n they’re just doin’ whatever they want. I’m not patient enough nor adult enough t’stay silent ‘bout this…!)

(Dammit. I’m so annoyed I can't even play the guitar.)

(Adonis is doin’ some stuff with the Track and Field club.)

(Nothin’ I can do ‘bout that so I thought I’d play some guitar on my own, but I’m so outta tune…)

Tch, should I just call it quits ‘n go home?

Makoto: He~yy, Oogami-kun. Are you heading home? There’s no Light Music Club activities today~.

Koga: Haa!?

Makoto: Scary…!? Sorry, it seems like I’ve spoken to you at the wrong time.

Koga: Great, it’s Four Eyes. Whadd’ya want.

Makoto: I just saw you so I decided to come talk to you.

Koga: If you have nothin’ to say then don’t come talk t’me!

Oi, Four Eyes. Can’t you tell I’m pissed off?

Makoto: Yeah...I know from experience.

Koga: Then, quickly! Tell me a way that I can blow off some steam.

Makoto: Eeh, this is sudden!?

Koga: Just answer the question!

Makoto: Um, uhhh….You could eat lots of delicious food, take a nap, and forget about the bad things?

Koga: I need to do somethin’ and do it now! Take this more seriously!

Makoto: But I ammm taking this seriously. Then, why don’t you run around the school grounds? I heard that it’s supposed to help clear your mind…

Koga: But I’ll get in the way of other club activities!

Makoto: You care about those things, huh…

Then um… Oh! How about the arcade? You like card games, right?

Koga: …The arcade?

Hm, that ain’t half bad, Four Eyes ♪

Makoto: I’m glad. Seems you’re interested.

Koga: Uhuh. Then let’s go right now.

Makoto: Huh? Go where…?

Koga: Dude, didn’t we just agree we’re going to the arcade?

Makoto: Oh, you want me to come too…?

Koga: You’re the one who suggested it! Take responsibility and come socialise! What, unless you got other things to be doing!?

Makoto: No, I was just going to go home! But I don’t have my bag on me…

Koga: Then go ‘n fuckin’ get it! Quick, chop chop!

Makoto: HeeEEE~!? Why’s this happening to me!

Location: Arcade

Makoto: Yippee~! I won ♪

Koga: …GaaHH! Dammit! How’d you react that fast!

Makoto: Fufu. I had a feeling you’d hit the puck here.

Koga: No way you could read me like that~...

This is supposed to be for stress relief, so why are you winnin’!?

Stress reduction my ass! This is makin’ it worse!

Makoto: Huh~!? Sorry, I’ll go easy on you next round…

Koga: Hah!? I don’t wanna stoop so low that you’ve gotta go easy on me!

Makoto: What should I do then~!?

Koga: Shitty game. Annoyin’ that the score difference was so small…

Makoto: Right? If I had lost my focus I probably wouldn’t have won. I had no idea you were so good at air hockey, Oogami-kun.

Koga: …Even if you win, it’s pointless.

Makoto: Gahh. Don’t look at me like that…

Don’t get too down about it and let’s play a different game. There’s lots to do here.

Koga: True. What game do you recommend?

Makoto: Hmm, a two-player game…

If we play a fighting game, they’ll be a winner and a loser which might put Oogami-kun in a worse mood, so we should probably play a co-op game…

Koga: Huh? What did you just say?

Makoto: Nothing, I said nothing!

R-right! Let’s play a zombie killing game!

Koga: Really? Are you tryna fuck me over?

Makoto: Teehee, that’s up to you. I’ll support you either way ♪

I’ll put the money in and… let’s play!

Koga: Got your gun? I’m gonna focus the small fries ‘n then we can rush the boss!

Makoto: Okay. Oh, be careful not to injure any civilians.

Koga: Ha! Who do you think you’re speakin’ to!

Makoto: Ahaha, true. It’s reassuring to have you with me! Then I’ll just…!

Koga: (Four Eyes keeps hittin’ headshots. But I can’t lose either!)

Makoto: Oogami-kun! Coming from above!

Koga: I got you~!

(The zombies are fallin’ down like dominos ♪ You’re all a hundred years too early to face me.)

(...Come t’think of it - when’s the last time I hung out with someone like this at an arcade…?)

(Maybe ‘cos I got so into the game, I’m not as angry.)

(I still don’t know why Sakuma-senpai ‘n Hakaze-senpai are appearin’ in that show but if I get worked up ‘bout it I’ll cause trouble for Adonis.)

(I can’t help gettin’ angry but, like today, it’s important I find a way t’let it all out.)

(I gotta thank Four Eyes…♪)

Makoto: …Dangit. Oogami-kun, reload, reload!

Koga: Haa?

…AhhhH! Where the fuck’s all my stamina gone!?

Makoto: My bad! They surrounded us and there was nothing I could do…

Uwaa!?

I’m dead. Guess it’s game over.

Koga: Oi, the fuck is you givin’ up for!? We can continue from where we left off!

Let’s go again, Four Eyes! We won’t lose next time~!

Makoto: Ahaha. You’re really into this ♪

Koga: Hell yeah I am. We ain’t goin’ home today until we clear this game, alright!? Get ready ♪

#ensemble stars #enstars #translation #koga oogami #makoto yuuki #mephi's translations

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justicerikai · 14 days

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Charisma House - Superhuman Sharehouse Story “Charisma” - #84 What must be done

Please read alongside listening to the drama track on Youtube.

Let me know if I missed something!

TL note:

What does Amahiko mean with "burners" & "lingalamambo"? Good question! I don't know either.

Ohse: (Amahiko-san seemed like a whole different person from the way he was strangely nervous while staying at his parent’s house.)

Iori: I’m baaaack. I went out to do some shopping.

Amahiko: Iori-san, please leave that to the people of the house.

Iori: I am a slave so pay no mind♪

Amahiko: ….

Amahiko: Such a handful… I will bring these in then.

Iori: Wait!

Amahiko: ?

Iori: Aren’t you curious about what I bought? Wanna see?

Amahiko: Pardon?

Iori: Ta-daaah! Enoki!

Amahiko: ….

Amahiko: Enoki, right.

Iori: ….! Eeh, then this, eringi!

Amahiko: Uh-huh.

Iori: ….! Shiitake!

Amahiko: ?

Iori: Cucumber! Eggplant! Gourd! Banana!

Iori: ASPARAGUS!!!

(Iori throws everything away and takes an athletic stance.)

Iori: COME!

Iori: AMAHIKO-SAN COMEEEE!!!!!

Amahiko: I will provide the payment later.

(Iori stomping around)

Iori: NOOOO!! COME ON!!!

Sarukawa, Fumiya, Ohse, Rikai: Amahiko-san/Amahiko!

Amahiko: !? What are you all doing! Running around like that---

Sarukawa: We’re all gonna take a bath together

Amahiko: A bath, at this hour.

Fumiya: Bathing, Amahiko.

Ohse: Indeed, a bath.

Rikai: We’re bathing, Sensei.

Iori: Your local slave shall also participate!

Amahiko: I-I see… Enjoy yourselves.

Fumiya: No, not just us.

Sarukawa: We are ALL bathing, Amahiko!

(The five of them all stance up and beckon him with both hands)

Sarukawa, Fumiya, Ohse, Rikai, Iori: Come! Come! Coomeeee! Sensei! Amahiko!

Amahiko: Then I’ll go ahead and inform the servants of the house to prepare the bath.

(The five of them all founder on the floor)

Sarukawa, Fumiya, Ohse, Rikai, Iori: COME OOOOON!!!!

Iori: He’s not going with the flow!

Rikai: The bait’s ineffective!

Sarukawa: This sucks! What a sham of a Minister of Sexy Affairs!

Fumiya: Retire, bonehead

(The five of them all complaining)

Terra: Um, what is everyone doing?

Fumiya: Ah….

Fumiya: Not enough Amahiko….

Terra: Huh?

Iori: Before I knew it, my whole body came to yearn for those acts of sexual harassment…!

Terra: EEEEH!?

Sarukawa: How bland it all feels now that it’s gone…!

Rikai: He got domesticated right under our noses…!

Ohse: Oh heavens, how terrific

Sarukawa, Fumiya, Ohse, Rikai, Iori: World Sexy Ambassador!

Terra: WUH???

Sarukawa, Fumiya, Ohse, Rikai, Iori: Sigh….

Rikai: (It’s the kind of sight everyone’s familiar with.)

Rikai: (The time we spent together on the regular was detrimental to our sanity, if anything.)

Rikai: (But once we saw what we had lost- how much of it was indispensable, important to us, it all became clear.)

Rikai: (Regardless, by then it had far been too late…)

Terra: (I mean, yeah but. I think this and that are like, two totally different things---)

Rikai: (And then separation came suddenly.)

Terra: (EEEH!?)

Rikai: Phew~ Great job there.

Fumiya: Big thanks.

Iori: Where are we off to next?

Sarukawa: We gotta head back soon, yea

Rikai: ?

Iori: ….? Amahiko-san?

Amahiko: …This will be it for me.

Amahiko: I must go my separate way from everyone.

Sarukawa, Fumiya, Rikai, Iori: Eh?

(They all run up to Amahiko)

Rikai: What do you mean, Amahiko-san

Iori: I don’t get it…

Fumiya: Why

Sarukawa: What’s gotten into ya…

(The four of them are flustered)

Ohse: ….! It’s inevitable.

Sarukawa, Fumiya, Rikai, Iori: ?

Fumiya: Ohse?

Ohse: Amahiko-san can’t keep doing whatever he pleases forever.

Ohse: He’s a person with a responsibility, with a duty he must fulfill.

Ohse: The home of his family is an important place he has to go back to.

Sarukawa, Fumiya, Rikai, Iori: …!

Rikai: That can’t be…

(Fumiya grabs Amahiko)

Fumiya: Cut the crap, Amahiko. What’re you pulling this for now

Fumiya: We’re already too far gone, our bodies won’t survive without you.

Terra: HUH!?

Iori: How cruel! Take responsibility! For molding our bodies into this!

Terra: Waitwaitwait

Sarukawa: The fuck’s supposed to pleasure us now, huh!

Terra: What are you on!?

Ohse: Amahiko-san… I’m sorry…

Ohse: I… actually overheard the conversation with your father…

Ohse: You have no choice but to stay, isn’t that right?

Amahiko: ….? What is this about?

Ohse: Eh?

Amahiko: That’s entirely unrelated.

Ohse: EH!?

Rikai: Huh.. T-then, um Amahiko-san, why must you go your own way then?

Amahiko: The reason I must leave you all behind, is…

Amahiko: For the sake of my long-cherished dream!

Amahiko: To participate in the Sexy World Cup!

Terra: Hah?

Fumiya: Sexy World Cup….!

The five of them: It’s, coming, no? It has to…

The five of them: Or did it already? Wait holy shit… Here it comes!

Terra: Uuuh, uuum what? I’m like, so lost it’s making me puke.

(Luxurious, sparkling sound)

Amahiko: A sexy carnival held once every four years.

Amahiko: When this Brazilian tournament is around the corner, naughty rascals gather from all over the world to show such parts and these kinds of parts.

Amahiko: And from doing that and this sort of thing in public, there will be one sole champion.

Amahiko: The “Perfect Ecstasy”

Amahiko: The burners amuse themselves with lingalamambo and guzzle down lemonade.

Amahiko: Everyone- No, the whole world lays the sex within itself bare, to confront and release-

Amahiko: A halelamaya from head to toe!

Amahiko: A grand meeting of the Amorous Congress! That is! THE WORLD SEXY CUUUUUP!!!!!

Terra: I dun’ get it.

The five of them: I see!

Terra: HEY!

Amahiko: I will certainly be crowned with victory.

Amahiko: My life’s purpose of cultivating sexiness was all for the sake of this.

Amahiko: A dream that I have to fulfill, no matter the sacrifices.

Amahiko: It’s been the only thing on my mind lately, which in turn might’ve made me nervous.

Ohse: So it had nothing to do with your family.

Amahiko: They’re completely irrelevant.

Amahiko: The needed preparations will be done after this, and the departure abroad will happen without informing my family.

The five of them: Thank god!

Terra: Hell no!

Amahiko: However, there’s no doubt the professor will track us down if we all stand out from departing together.

Amahiko: I cannot bear the thought of being a burden to everyone.

Amahiko: Thus it is for this reason that we must separate.

The five of them: ….

Amahiko: “As to why I am so hung up on winning this tournament, I couldn’t have told you myself. However, I have a hunch that I understand now. Perhaps my answer lies within all these lovely days I spent with everyone.”

Amahiko: “The joy of others accepting you for who you are, the amalgamation of impulses that stimulates one as a person- it was impossible for me to not grasp the source of my own libido.”

Amahiko: “Everyone, thank you for everything that you’ve done for me. Keep in mind to nominate me.”

Amahiko: “World Sexy Ambassador, the Minister of Sexy Affairs.”

Rikai: F-from… Tendou Amahiko.

Fumiya: (And that is how we all ended up going our separate ways.)

(Sarukawa, Fumiya, Ohse, Rikai, Iori all crying) Terra: THIS MAKES NO SENSE!

#charisma house #charismahouse #kusanagi rikai #tendou amahiko #motohashi iori #ito fumiya #terra #sarukawa kei #minato ohse

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thebroccolination · 1 year

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Listen, Between Us is my child. My joy. My raison d’être.

But I do kind of have separate ratings for the series as a whole vs. WinTeam’s part in it. WinTeam Rating: 12/10, perfect my babies miraculous string music. The series…has a different rating. Undisclosed. Unimportant. New and Sheep did their best under extraordinary circumstances and I will defend their series to my last breath.

That said, I want to make a WinTeam supercut for myself.

‘Cos as far as I know, New didn’t just direct the series—he edited it as well, and I understand that he had a lot on his plate. But I do…kind of wish he’d delegated the editing to someone else. The mic noises, the music crowding some scenes, the flashbacks that go on for a really long time—much longer than they had to—presumably to pad out an episode, etc. Plus, well. BeePrince should have had their own series. Bee is already a side character, and Prince only has Bee and his manager to flesh him out. I think Tae did a fantastic job as Bee, but Benz as Prince never really grabbed me emotionally. Their plot felt sort of sped-run to me, and I started fast-forwarding past them in later episodes. I don’t dislike them, to be clear, I just didn’t feel much of anything in any direction. Love Bee, neutral on BeePrince.

I wish I could fix all the muffled noises from the actors squishing their body mics during hugs and oh my god New kept playing the instrumental version of Prem’s song in a painfully sharp/high-pitched key that felt more like a horror soundtrack than the uplifting/happy instrumental they played in the locker room scene of episode two. But I can’t fix those issues because I’d probably need the original high quality dialogue tracks in order to isolate and remove parts of them. And aaahh, more than anything I wish I could remove the music from some scenes—the late-night “if I asked you, would you have an answer for me” conversation has, like, four or five music cues in it and it’s ONE SCENE, NEW. I’m a huge champion of sound engineering as an art form that should be respected, and so a lot of scenes genuinely felt to me like wasted opportunities. Sound and music aren’t supposed to hammer viewers in the face with the mood of a scene. And BounPrem were at top form in this series, so I wish they had had more scenes where they aren’t interrupted by a song in the middle. Where they just got to have quiet and New let their acting carry the scene.

(This is something New also did in UWMA. Like, as much as I enjoy the cabin scene and the dorm room scene, neither of them needed that song blasted over them. Let the actors carry the scene!!!)

Basically, my only major issues with Between Us were editing-based. Hence why I wish New had let someone else do it. Maybe he didn’t have the money to spare. Maybe he just didn’t want to. No idea.

But that’s why I want to make my own WinTeam cut so I can binge their storyline when I’m having a rough day and I don’t want to fast-forward to get to them. (That’s not to say I didn’t like everyone else! I did! But y’know. WinTeam. My babies.) I’ll include some of the other pairings when their scenes are relevant to WinTeam’s story, but mostly I just want to zero in on WinTeam. (I’ll keep all of WanTul since they’re the pairing with the closest storyline to WinTeam, and the two pairs converge later in the series, but I’m tempted to play with the timeline and see if I can’t blend them in elsewhere.)

I know why BeePrince didn’t have their own series. Side pairings are a profitable and inevitable marketing element of the BL industry, and I don’t begrudge New for trying to advertise some of his actor stable in a highly anticipated series that was guaranteed to have thousands of potential fans watching it. It’s tough out there, and New’s got a purebred cat family to feed and Boun’s salary to provide. Sell what you gotta sell, babe.

(I’m actually a little tempted to do this same thing for SOTUS S because HOO boy do I not care about the side couples in Arthit’s office. KongArt + TewDae + seven seconds of sapphics is all I want.)

Anyway! I’m gonna make this my li’l project. I’m not sure I’ll post it publicly because I don’t want to step on the official versions, but I’ll probably post some isolated scenes while I experiment with editing. For my first step I’ll try to cut down some of those flashback scenes. Like Win in the shower remembering his entire conversation with Dean and Pruk? For multiple minutes? Win might have relived the entire thing, but we shouldn’t. The series is only twelve episodes, New, and that conversation wasn’t that long ago even for those of us who watched it live. We remember. We got it.

If New needed more footage to pad out the episode, just have Boun do his hair and skin care routines. Literally who would complain? “Look, a beautiful human being. Stare.” WITH PLEASURE.

“Oh no the episode is short. Prem, pout for thirty seconds.” I WILL TAKE A THOUSAND SCREENSHOTS.

“Ohm, do some push-ups.” I’m sure he does those!

“Prem, Sammy, ad-lib an argument.” More Team and Manaow bickering! Grand!

“Fluke, be perfect.” PHARM’S APPEARANCES IN THIS SERIES WERE FLAWLESS I HOPE HE GETS THE RESPECT HE DESERVED THE FIRST TIME AROUND.

So you see, there are workarounds when you need to pad out time. No need to show us the same scenes again.

Anyway, in addition to writing fic, this is how I’m coping with our collective loss.

#between us the series #between us #winteam #teamwin

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i-rate-horse-games · 10 months

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rating Alicia Online

the best way to quickly summarize this game is “fantasy horse mariokart”! i really enjoyed playing it and i am SO glad someone suggested it!! i was shocked that I had never heard of a game this great. that said, the installation process did feel pretty sketchy at first lol

it's ok (it was)

i walked into this game without any prior knowledge, and so this is what my notes doc looks like

THE HORSES CAN DOUBLE JUMP YOU CAN SHOOT THINGS??? “You’re doing really well! You are now ready to participate in real races.” WHAT KIND OF HORSE RACE INVOLVES CASTING ELEMENTAL ICE ATTACKS ON THE OTHER RACERS??? there are people on the sidelines in full body horse costumes cheering us on came first place in my first race but people are legit shooting fireballs at me and my horse and my horse has fallen to the ground poor thing this is amazing my horse just rolled over me twice and we both just got back up and kept running whoah these horses are really animated!! feeding them and . whoahh

after playing games like star stable and horse isle 3, it felt like we were ZOOMING. i mean REALLY GOING FAST. it was AWESOME

the game felt really balanced! even just starting out with the First Horse with no stats and no saddle, we were able to win some online races! there are a few NPCs hanging out at the player ranch who you can talk to for quests, and they’ll gently point you in the direction of tutorials, but they’re not required. they also teach cool stuff, like you can rear up at the start of the race for a little speedboost! the player ranch can also be customized and decorated how you like when you level up enough, and you can visit other people’s ranches and look at their horses.

if you play on PC, you can rent better stats for your horse, letting you get on even footing with your opponents no matter what your horse’s stats actually are! it’s incredibly welcoming to new players!

you can map the controls to whatever you want them to be!!! this could mean minecraft horse controlls! although you'll need two extra buttons for drifting!! and using powerups. and also one for teleporting a few seconds behind yourself! it's great in case you want to dodge something or someone, but sometimes they’ll also press that button and it’s like a reverse leapfrog sort of thing!

in magic races there are a whole bunch of items that can be compared to mariokart items pretty easily, but are also different in their own way! there’s a phoenix feather that gets passed around like the mariokart wii thundercloud! there’s one that keeps your horse from jumping! there’s regular lightning! there’s one sort of like squid ink, but it also makes your horse feel unsteady and they’ll start wobbling side to side, a nice touch that makes it harder than just using the minimap for a bit.

there’s random status conditions that shake things up, like sometimes it’ll just tell you there’s no slowdown when running uphill for a race. sometimes there’s a carnival and it will say stuff like “Glide for 3 seconds!” or “No one falls out of the track!” and if that condition is met, then you’re entered into a lottery for goodies, like the in game currency which i can’t find any way to purchase with real money, which is neat.

a small thing is that bits of the game everywhere are still in korean, and you just gotta feel your way around sometimes. things like the ESC button after a race that toggles if you'll leave straight to your ranch or not, things like popups that tell you what you just unlocked, thinks like the popups you get when you click on a highlighted word that's supposed to explain what it is but only a few of them are translated. could be there's a ton of stuff I missed because of this! not that big an issue to me, though. i figured it out B)

there’s breeding in this game! it seems like a lovely system! it doesn’t limit how often you can breed at all, just how many total horses you can have. if your horse successfully woos another you get a foal right then and that foal is an adult in one hour! no paywalls!! can you believe it? it’s like they want you to have fun! with each generation of horse you breed and train to max level, you get a class or so higher, and the higher the horse's class, the more total stat points you get, which you can allot to whichever stats you want.

the soundtrack is pretty great! the racetracks are really great! there’s one with massive grass dinosaurs on the side and it’s just great fantasy settings! they're gorgeous!

next up, character customization! you do make your character at the start, and there are sliders for things like height and head size and width, but if this is what it looks like at max width, what’s the point of having that slider? i don't remember there being any dark skin options if there were any at all (i forgor). additionally the amount of gender segregation felt very intense which i guess is also a Good Thing because it must mean the games i've been playing Haven't Had That Much Gender Segregation, but here’s me as a Boyly Boy v.s. me as a Gorly Gorl in the same sleeveless hoodie that i fell in love with.

you can see it. the turned in knees, the slouch, the way the hoodie is an entirely different thing now, the way she's shorter and skinnier and less muscular even though this is presumably still the tallest and widest settings. don’t like that. but hey, at least there's wearable cat ears!

now for the community! it’s fun seeing so many languages in the same one server! i tried to join a conversation with my many years of spanish classes and was told “it’s okay, dude, you can just speak english.” i then made an Utter Fool of myself by trying to say “your FACE is an [mean word they used first]!”, my typical go-to funny retort that makes people step back and think “what does that even mean. why am i here. why am i saying things i don’t care about. what is the meaning of life.” except i mixed up the words cara and camisa and instead said “your SHIRT is an idiot!” and the whole chat laughed at me and i was also laughing but I will never live that down. there are also nice veteran players who will see your little racing room titled Queststststs and will race 10 boring races with you so you can get it done. there are even people who will meow back at you in the chat (important)

that said, there is a very even mix of the good and the bad. there are rooms titled PRIDEEE <3 and there are rooms titled NO FREAKS! and the game will randomly put you into one if your old one closes or other things happen, so sometimes you’ll just glance at the chat and think “oh wow that’s a lot of racism!" or "oh, those two players that were typing during the whole race still placed in the top three. and they said they're steering with their feet? oh, they're cheating." then you think "i'll just report them."

there is no report button.

the official system to report players is to go to a twitter-like website i hadn't heard of before and message the game's account the player’s username and screenshots. the only in-game remedy is to block their messages from your eyes. that’s a pretty big issue to me. the players in that same room had horses with impressively profane names, and i realized there’s also no filter at all. maybe there is one for korean words, though! i hope!

and although I didn’t figure out how to do it, people were messaging me and asking for my discord, so there’s another internet safety rule broken i think.

i would not recommend this game to anyone who hasn’t mastered the ancient sage ways of not getting mad online and internet safety, including Youth.

i really wanted to rate this game five stars, but the lack of a report button is just too big of an issue for me. i really hope they change this someday, but for now

I rate Alicia Online 4.5/5 stars!

★★★★✬

i'm putting it above star stable online on the tier list though lol

looks like the next game is going to be Horse Eden Eventing!! stay tuned!

#horse game #alicia online

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❤️🎁💭

Hi! Thanks for the ask.

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

I already shared my favorite line recently, so I'm just gonna take the opportunity to share two others (because I can't decide between them so oh well). Also they're slightly more than a line, lol.

This isn't a favorite, necessarily, but I like this passage from when there's fire on the ground because I think it really encapsulates Jonathan's situation in this story--his frustration and the dearth of options available to him because he's just fourteen and so pretty powerless and everything kind of sucks, but he's still gotta do something, you know?

The silence around them grew like a physical thing, something with teeth, buzzing along his nerves. When he chanced a glance at her, she was watching him carefully, considering. Like she was searching him for something, under a microscope. He squirmed with the scrutiny, intensely aware of his unwashed, uncombed hair. It had been a point of protest, in theory; mostly it just made him feel greasy, instead of victorious. He used to kill time at Dad’s by showering and purposely running up his water bill—and also to just have some space, some time to himself without Dad over his shoulder—but then Dad had made that a thing, too. What are you, a girl? Who needs that long in the shower? So going to the other extreme and stinking up Dad’s house had seemed like just as good a response as any. He’d been toying with skipping the pretense of the bag entirely next time—just showing up empty-handed and wearing the same set of clothes until they could almost stand up by themselves. It had seemed reasonable at the time, anyway. Just then, it made the whole thing feel scummier. Like he was a poor, unloved, grimy dog off the street being sized up by a coyote for dinner—alone and unprotected and unable to hide it.

And this one from remember who held you. Because I really like exploring the relationship between Jonathan and Will, especially where they differ regarding Lonnie.

“Do you love Dad?” Jonathan turned around slowly. Will’s fingers loosened on the blue pencil he was still idly coloring with as he realized what he’d asked. He hadn’t meant to ask. But he wondered sometimes. Sometimes Jonathan got this look on his face like he wanted to lie, and that was how Will knew that he never did. Not to Will, anyway. Maybe to other people. And he had that look just then. Like there was a lie trying to get out of his mouth, and he had to swallow it back. “I don’t love Dad,” he said, voice quiet like always. He wasn’t looking at Will; he was looking at the oven timer in his hands, that little click-click-click as he turned the knob almost shockingly loud. “But it’s okay if you do. Okay?”

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

This is from i'm a modular man, the pdwm installment about Bob and Jonathan.

It’s not that Jonathan thinks Bob is a bad guy, or even that he’s a problem. It’s just that Mom doesn’t have a good track record with choosing men. It sounds like such a judgmental thing to believe—such a catty, shitty thing to ever say, so he doesn’t—but if anyone is entitled to an opinion on the subject, Jonathan must be a strong contender. They have a system. And unlike before, when everything was terrible but they were so busy grinding away at life that they hadn’t let themselves really notice, the system actually works now. Things are better than they’ve ever been. Dad’s not around, and Mom actually is for the first time in forever.

💭 What inspires you and your writing?

I answered this already, but I'm also inspired by certain themes that reoccur throughout my work. If I see asymmetrical parent-child dynamics between siblings, the wheels start turning. If I see a character who's had a bunch of responsibility dumped in their lap and they're just doing their best, you've got me intrigued. When there's room to explore kindness, autonomy, loyalty, and identity, I'll probably knock out many tens of thousands of words. Give me a foothold to dig into the cascading effects of intergenerational trauma and I'm there.

Ask game.

#answered asks #ask game #writing tag

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inventors-fair · 2 months

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Pared Pairs: Partner Runners-up!

Our runners-up this week are @bergdg, @hypexion, and @nine-effing-hells!

@bergdg — Sanguine Investigator & Aquifer Investigator

I was looking through my picks for winners, runners, and judge picks, and there were a lot of cool cards to choose from for this week. I was originally going to make this one a judge pick, but in the end, I think that the col synergy makes this a better pick for a runner-up. Let's go through all the good first: for one, despite me being pretty down on MKM and Ravnica in general, these cards are sensible enough for me to say yeah, we're all good, I like what's going on. The vampire tracks the clues on land, the merfolk trails in the water for changes in the makeup. Not the most mechanically mind-blowing, but even alone the vampire works for aristocrats and the merfolk works for things like Simic Counters.

The Aquifer Investigator also calls to mind Urza. The mono-blue Urza, I mean. The one that makes this an easy infinite combo enabler with anything that likes to get counters when you have artifacts on the battlefield. From what I can tell, there are eight cards that, combined with Urza and Aquifer Investigator, make infinite counters—Kappa Cannoneer comes to mind. It's not a problem by itself, but it's such an easy combo piece, and hell, mana-makers and the Sanguine Investigator are also potential combo pieces too, but maybe not as easily. Still, we gotta keep broken cards in mind. A little bit.

@hypexion — Flittering Lookout & Skulking Saboteur

Overall, just plain good cards are good. I think these are designed quite naturally, with the Lookout's skulk-enabling perfectly adequate for the kind of deck that wants the blue evasion and the Saboteur being, well, just generally fair for what it does. Having them both be Rogues speaks to both the typal deck that wants to run both of them and the kind of partnership that we're looking for, so that checks out as well!

The only real critique I have isn't design-based, but it's about resonance. The two of these partners together provide a certain trope, and it's the emotional motivation that I'm more curious about, the why of it all—I get that one's trying to sneak somewhere, one's the watchman, but I'm already familiar with the actions. Not that every card needs something hard-hitting like that, of course; having rogues-being-sneaky is a perfectly fine trope. It is, in the end, a trope, and to what end? Maybe I'm also Ravnica'd out a bit with MKM. Regardless, this card's doing everything it wants to do well on the battlefield, and I'd put these in a deck for sure.

@nine-effing-hells — Reverent Dronesmith & Ensouled Drone

I forgot that Drone was a type, wow. It's weird to think that Spike Drone is now the type Spike Drone—but that's unrelated, sorry, coffee is still kicking in. So! I like this card mostly because of the simple team aspect and how you can have different deckbuilding styles with it. You can have your white-whatever enchantment deck that benefits your opponent's blue synergies, and your opponent can use their blue artifacts to buff your lifelinking Dronesmith. Win-win. This is the kind of card that's a little high-concept for my single-player brain, but in terms of 2HG, I'm sure it's excellent.

Kamigawa seemed to have a few great designs this week, and I'm glad that people went there for their inspiration. Makes me want an Omenbond set now, honestly. I would imagine that this card feels a little weak without the buffs here, and that if you're not playing a team game then you have to have some pretty situational decks to make it work, but this card doesn't want to necessarily be in those decks, does it. That's perfectly fine—whatever the format calls for, the format gets.

Commentary coming, patience and all. @abelzumi

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