#ince you buy a thing it’s yours to do with as you please

[deityofhearts]

I hate people who think they have a say in what other people do with their own belongings, people can customize their collectors dolls and figurines, people can write in, fold and tear pages out of their books, people can alter their clothes to their own liking and so that they actually fit. people can do whatever the fuck they want with their own shit, why are y’all so mad over something that isn’t and never will be yours?

#deity dialogue #y’all don’t get a say in what other people do with their own shit #it’s so irritating to me to see ppl go ‘you ruined that!!’ ‘how could you do that’ ‘you don’t deserve that item’ #you don’t get a say plus you’re super annoying xoxo #I really wanted the vampire heart draculaura doll (and still do) but if someone completely customized her head to toe guess what! #I wouldn’t care that’s not my doll I don’t own her I don’t own that persons doll #actually I would care id probably watch the video or look at pictures and go ‘that’s so cool!!’ because i think doll customization is cool #I think it’s cool and fun when people do whatever the fuck they want with their own things #y’all are so precious and defensive of others peoples things and it’s weird #like what does this actually have to do with your life that you’re so pressed about it #i will say this however: ruining one of a kind historical items for the sake of it isn’t. great I’m not defending that #you may know what I’m talking about and you may not but I am mad about it still #but this post is about shit that I’d fairly in abundance #like books are printed every day even collectors dolls have enough in existence that it’s stupid to get mad about it #ince you buy a thing it’s yours to do with as you please #if it’s not harmful or hurting anyone why does it matter??

[chernabogs]

Congratulations on 100 followers!!! I'm so glad to see your work getting the love it deserves! If it's alright with you (and please don't feel pressured, I just saw your reblogged prompt list and had a thought) I would like to request Jade and Reader with the "You're about as intimidating as a butterfly" prompt. I'm just curious as to how you would write something with Jade since I enjoy how you phrase things in your works. And again, congratulations!!!!!

WAH THANK YOUUUUU so excited to dig my hands into some Jade stuff

RHODOMEL

Inc: Jade x Reader, some Floyd (naturally), a touch of Azul Warnings: None! WC: 2.3k Summary: It's a quiet night at the Lounge, and his newfound conversation partner has just arrived.

Most people would hate it—'it' being the concept of a routine. A baseline set of tasks to complete at a certain point of time, day in and day out, which serves as both a tether and a guide for how the hours are meant to play. Jade follows somewhat of a routine in his life. Waking up, attending classes, and then in the evening assisting with the operations at Mostro Lounge. 

Sometimes there’s a wrench in his routine. Floyd may shake things up (he, who lives with no routine at all), Azul may request something be looked into, or he may find himself with a few spare hours on the weekend to venture off into the mountains that lay scattered around the island. He doesn’t mind the changes—he’s rather quick at adapting to things on the fly—and he also doesn’t mind the conflicts that arise with them. 

“—and at least twenty pounds of tomatoes.” Azul is next to him at the ‘bar’ area of the lounge, dubbed so despite the fact that no alcohol is permitted to be served on campus. He’s hunched over on a stool, his uniform half complete and his sleeves pushed up as he writes out the stock order that’s meant to be sent tomorrow evening. 

Floyd has that task. Jade wonders if he’ll feel up to it when the time comes, or if he’ll be taking it on instead. Not that he minds. 

“Twenty?” He muses as he picks up another glass to wipe clean. “We often order less than that.” 

“There’s a discount for twenty. We’ll think of new dishes with tomatoes to add. Perhaps we can also get in touch with Lilia to see if he’ll buy some…” Azul hums back as his pen continues to strike across the stock paper with vigour. Jade feels a twinge of amusement at the way the man is already strategizing how to make a profit from their purchase. 

His attention is then drawn back to the patrons currently in the lounge. It’s a quieter night—which makes sense, considering that this is on the brink of midterm season. A few Pomefiore students are in a booth in the corner, and he spots a Diasomnia boy with two Octavinelle ones at another table. One of the lounge’s waiters moves between the tables with practised ease.

Then he hears the door open. He feels that twinge of amusement grow when a familiar face passes through the threshold with a frown—possibly from the way this night seems particularly colder than most. 

“You have an expression I’m not too sure I like.” Azul’s voice draws his gaze once more. His friend, as he supposes that’s the best way to coin it, observes him with narrowed eyes before looking back to the door. His expression then shifts to a brief flash of understanding before he chuckles and closes the order books. 

“Done?” Jade asks innocently as Azul pushes the stool in with a sly look. 

“Do remember to restock the limes.” Is all he says before departing for his office, leaving Jade alone in the bar area, and giving their new customer an ample opportunity to approach. 

He knows that you will. This has become somewhat of a routine for you, although you still try to play it off like you’re not coming in here to speak with him for an hour or so. He finds it quaint that you come up with new excuses each time you sit at that bar and order something for him to make. A part of him wonders where you get the funds to come out nearly twice a week—but then again, why question where the money comes from when he’s the one receiving it in the end? 

“Welcome.” He muses as you sit down in your usual spot, right where Azul was sitting moments earlier. He sets another newly scrubbed glass down before pulling out the lounge’s menu and sliding it your way. “I would imagine you’d be too preoccupied with your midterms to come visit tonight.” 

“I'm considering this a study break,” you counter as you peer at the menu.

Jade feels a slightly genuine, but still mostly polite, smile play at his lips as he looks back out to the lounge. He spots Floyd lurking by the door, and when the two brothers make eye contact, the latter's expression lights up. Jade hums quietly when the other starts to make his way over. 

“This is bullshit!” 

That is, until an explosive voice from the table with the Diasomnia boy stops everyone in their tracks. Even you turn to look back in surprise, as Jade sets yet another glass down to observe the next few moments with interest.

He doesn’t feel the need to step in. Floyd’s attention has already been diverted, and the boredom his twin was feeling hovering by the entrance is now suddenly abated as the grin on his face grows wider. You look back to Jade, who glances at you and flashes yet another polite smile. 

This isn’t unusual to happen in the Mostro Lounge, especially during exam times when students try all that they can to swindle opportunities for higher grades with less of the legwork. Jade has never quite felt any sympathy for those who approach Azul, or anyone else in Octavinelle for that matter, in a bid to gain a higher grade. Perhaps it was his upbringing under his parents guidance or perhaps it’s just the constant exposure to Azul’s strategies, but he’s always been under the impression that one gets what they deserve in the end—regardless of what they do.

“Floyd looks way too happy about this,” you murmur as you turn back slowly to look at the menu. Jade picks up another glass with a soft hum. 

“I have no idea what you mean.” He continues to clean the glass as the volume from that table grows, now drawing more attention towards the conflict. He can see that it’s beginning to disturb the clients—yourself included—and he has half the mind to go silence it himself. Floyd is taking far too long, playing around with the students and goading them on. 

The Diasomnia boy, in his fury at whatever the other students just tried to rip him off of, turns around and in that very moment catches Jade’s eye. It takes very little facial expressions or micro-movements for the students to quickly sober up, and then turn red in a combination of both embarrassment and fear. He grabs at his jacket, slamming his madol down on the table, before storming out of the lounge with Floyd trailing along behind. His twin's laughter is audible even when the doors close. Jade returns back to his duties as you nudge the menu forward. 

“It’s quite interesting how fast that student ran out of here when all you did was look at him.” You muse, resting your chin in your palm as you peer at him. He feels that twinge of amusement again in his gut. If one were to see the two of you right now, they might think that you’re making eyes at him. Perhaps you are, unintentionally or not, and it’s this thought that makes him decide that he’ll humour your conversations once more. 

“Is it?” He replies, cryptic as always as he glances down to the drink menu. This isn’t necessary—he knows every item on display by heart at this point. After all, he’s one of the people who devised it to begin with. “Why do you say so?” 

“From where I’m sitting, you’re about as intimidating as a butterfly,” you counter. He stifles a laugh as he glances back at you. His smile almost reaches his eyes this time. 

“From where you’re sitting? Then perhaps you should move a bit closer—or order a drink that improves your sight.” Another glance at the menu. “Are you ready to order, by chance? The fact that you slid this my way tells me so.” 

“I’d like to move closer…” he hears you grumble under your breath before you shake your head. “I can’t decide. What is it that you’d recommend for tonight?”

For tonight? He recalls vaguely what the weather was like outside before he sequestered himself back into the lounge’s kitchen and storage rooms. The sky had been a mess of gray clouds swirling above, with flecks of white snow gradually descending to kiss the earth. He’s been on land long enough now that the first snowfall of the season has lost its allure—although Floyd still finds amusement in it, when the mood strikes. “It’s rather cold out there right now, isn’t it?” 

More patrons leave until it’s only the two of you left—save for Floyd, who skulks off to Azul’s office with a pleased grin on his face. Jade hums softly again as he sets another glass down. 

They would be closing soon enough. Perhaps something off the menu could be made—as a slight nod to your continuous patronage. 

“Do you like tea?” He asks after a moment, sending a glance your way. He can see your expression perks up slightly. Even if you don’t like it, something tells him that you’ll be apt to accept whatever he sets down in front of you anyway. Perhaps he can use this to his advantage later—he’s beginning to feel bored with only using Silver as a guinea pig for his mushroom dishes. 

“Depends on the kind.” You try to play off your brief excitement with a more relaxed answer as you lean against the bar once more. Jade has to hide the amused little quirk of his lips as he kneels down to put the glasses away. 

“I was taught by Kalim most recently a way to brew tea that I have been itching to try once more.” He looks up from behind the counter, his eyes slightly shadowed in the light, and he can see your curiosity growing. “Would you be so kind as to let me do so?” 

True to his prediction, he sees your lips curl into a smile and you nod, giving him your permission. This time Jade does little to conceal his own pleasure over your comment as he rises back up and brushes his hands on his uniform pants. 

“Wonderful. We may as well go into the kitchen for this. I’m beginning to have doubts that we’ll be seeing anyone else tonight.” 

—------

Truthfully, he doesn’t mind the company. Unlike his brother who often flips between wanting to be around others and wanting to just be alone, Jade finds himself in a consistent state of ambivalence towards company. Your company may rank a bit higher than others, only because you let him do things like this without protest. 

“This is a spin on rhodomel that I’ve been testing out.” he explains, as though giving a lecture as he holds up a tea blend infused with roses. “Traditionally, the drink is a mead made of honey, water, and some syrup—but we aren’t permitted to serve any alcohol, and so I make do with what I can.” 

He recalls Kalim’s instructions for brewing—along with the horrors of just how much sugar the other man dumped into the drink. Jade gestures for you to have a seat as he sets the kettle up. 

The kitchen of Mostro Lounge is large enough to accommodate more than a few people, and yet you situate yourself right next to him at the counter, watching each step he takes with an astute interest. It’s almost flattering just how keen you seem at making sure you don’t miss a single action of his. 

He puts the leaves in the kettle and boils them before preparing a few more herbs of nature that he doesn’t fully disclose. Once the boiling is done, he pours the tea into the herb bowl that he’s prepared, drops a few sugar cubes inside, and then pours the blend into one of two cups he’s set aside. 

“There,” he muses before grabbing a bottle of honey from a nearby counter and adding a dash of that as well. “Perhaps it won’t be as savoury as rhodomel is alleged to be, mainly because we haven’t let it steep for too long, but I do hope it’s somewhat enjoyable.” 

He nudges the cup towards you with his usual coy smile. “Enjoy.”

You take the cup without so much as a second thought, blowing on the hot brew before taking a tentative sip. Truthfully, Jade has never even tried this himself—if it tastes like shit, then he’ll be able to tell by your expression, despite the words of praise you may give. You’re a readable person.

He appreciates that to a degree. 

But then your eyes light up, and you take another sip, and he knows that he’s performed somewhat of a miracle with whatever he’s just made. “This is really good…!” 

A smug look briefly flashes on his face before he leans against the counter once more and finally tries it out. It is quite good, and he gives himself a mental pat on the back for that. Maybe he’ll even pitch this to Azul for a weekend morning special to offer.

Or he'll sell it to Heartslabyul.  

A comfortable silence settles as the two of you enjoy the experimental concoction together. His fingers lightly tap the rim of his cup as he gives you a sly, sidelong glance, studying you a bit more intently than before. Your expression is satisfied and your body language tells him just how relaxed you feel in his presence. Your previous comment of how he’s hardly intimidating to you plays through in his mind once more. 

Perhaps…

“Do you like hiking by chance?” He doesn’t ask subtly—he just outright says it, and he watches as you look at him with a wide-eyed expression. 

“Oh. Sometimes?” You reply.

Not a no, but not a yes. He taps the rim of his cup again. 

“I like to do hikes in the mountains on weekends, when I get the time. You would be surprised at how many fascinating species of flora and fungi exist up there. I collect them for the Lounge, on occasion.” Before Azul shuts that down after a week or so. “You strike me as someone who can be quite adventurous—so, would you like to come along the next time I go?” 

Is this a recruitment? Yes. Is he trying to get you to taste-test his dishes? Yes. Is there maybe a small, selfish reason for asking to steal more of your time without interruptions?

“Sure!” You reply brightly, and this time he does offer a genuine smile. 

Oh, absolutely.

#twst x reader #jade leech #twst jade #me writing a non dia prompt?? unheard of #but WAH TYYYYYYY sobs #jade leech x reader #gn reader #100 followers special

[marvelfanfics1]

MORE MOB DADDY LOKI PLEASE

Spoiled? Nope.

Pairing: mob!daddy!Loki x little!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, mob!au, spoiled!reader?, just fluff

A/n: This is short! Sorry!

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"Daddy? You know how you are weally rich, wight?" You ask with a giggle.

"Yes, bear, I know I'm very rich. What is it that you want? More toys?" Loki asks.

"YES! I NEED MORE TOYS!" You say while giggling and screeching.

"Let's go to the store, baby bear," Loki says.

~~~

First, you and Loki arrive at the mall heading towards Build-A-Bear.

No one dares look at you. They know who Loki is, and they know not to judge what's his. They know not to judge the grown woman dressed as a child. They know Loki will kill them if they judge you.

The first thing you picked up was this white bunny. You wanted to dress it up as Stevie. You loved Steve. You loved it when he took care of you.

"Daddy, dis one," you said it a little loudly. The worker looked at you weird for talking like a baby. You didn't notice, but Loki did. He would make sure the man was taken care of later.

You picked up the Captain America outfit from the rack, handing it to your daddy. You wanted to hold your unstuffed bunny.

You gave your bunny to a nice lady with a Bluey lanyard on so she could stuff your bunny.

"I wike your Bluey lanyard miss!"

The nice worker replied with, "Thank you, love."

Loki takes pictures of you pushing the peddle to stuff the bunny. He loves how you look he loves you so much that he loves to spoil you.

After he paid and you both left to go to another store with baby supplies.

~~~

"OK, love, pick out whatever you want, and then we are going home."

You picked out so many pacis, mostly Bluey and Paw Patrol ones. You picked out all the blankets that had your favorite colors on them and even more clothes and some diapers.

"Love, you sure you want all of that?"

"An you jus buy da whole store fa me?" You ask.

"Yes I could but it bu-"

"Den, do it, Daddy!" You interrupt.

~~~

You didn't just leave with all the toys and supplies you got. You also left with a whole store to take care of.

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[fluentmoviequoter]

Scooby-sidious

Sunday, October 29, 2023

Fic-tober Masterlist

Summary: You and Dalton watch Scooby-Doo and find yourselves in the episode, offering to help solve the mystery.

Warnings: spoilers for Scooby-Doo, Where are You? episode "Spooky Space Kook" (1x15), fluff, slight jealousy, brief mentions of the events of The Red Door (2023). 2.6k+ words

A/N: This is inspired by my love of Scooby-Doo, and the Supernatural crossover episode "Scoobynatural" (13x16)! I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think! Happy Halloweekend! :)

You’ve been begging Dalton to watch Scooby-Doo with you for weeks. It’s a Halloween must, but he keeps telling you he’ll do it later.

“It’s Scoob-tober, Dalton!” you exclaim as you collapse onto the bed.

He stares at you before shaking his head and dropping his shoulders. “Fine. Which episode are we watching?” he asks as he sits beside you, tossing an arm over your shoulders.

You squeal excitedly and grab the remote before leaning against his chest and answering, “Spooky Space Kook, A Night of Fright is No Delight, or Mine Your Own Business. Those episodes have the best villains, but you have to pick.”

Dalton looks down at you with furrowed brows as he asks, “Umm, Space Kook?”

“Excellent choice,” you say, nodding as you find the episode and press play.

As you settle into Dalton’s side, your head resting above his heart, he’s glad you convinced him. Even if he watches you instead of Scooby-Doo.

Just after the Space Kook lands the first time, red sparks light across the screen.

You lean forward as Dalton says, “Please tell me you see those too.”

Before you can answer, the TV turns off, and you fall to the ground.

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You hit the ground with a painful thud and turn to check on Dalton, shocked to see him in cartoon form before a cartoon background.

“Dalton, you’re a cartoon,” you say nervously, standing and wiping the dirt from your pants.

“You’re a cartoon,” Dalton parrots as he points at you.

“What just happened?”

“We were watching the show and then those sparks showed up,” Dalton answers.

“The red sparks. Do you think this is a Further thing?”

“No, we closed the door.”

A car sputters somewhere behind you, and you stop speaking, turning to follow Dalton’s hand as he points to a farmhouse in the distance.

You gasp as you see the source of the sputtering noise, hitting Dalton’s shoulder as you squeal, “That’s the Mystery Machine! We’re not just cartoons, we’re in Scooby-Doo!”

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You and Dalton approach the farmhouse from the same direction as Mystery Inc., listening to their conversation as you wait beside a tree, invisible to Scooby and the gang.

“Like, nobody home,” Shaggy says after their knock goes unanswered.

You point to the side of the porch just before the farmer appears with a shotgun and bellows, “Get off of my property! I’m sick of you reporters pestering me night and day! Now, get!”

Dalton pushes you slightly behind him as you watch the ordeal from the yard.

“Reporters? We’re not reporters,” Fred responds.

“No, uh-huh,” Scooby agrees.

“We just want to buy some gasoline,” Daphne says.

“Gas, huh? I don’t believe you. Now, get on out of here, the lot of you!” the farmer yells. “You two in the yard, too!”

Dalton steps back, pushing you with him. Your eyes are still on the gang as Fred glances over to see who the farmer is talking to. His eyes catch yours, and he smiles before turning to the farmer as Velma speaks.

“Excuse me, sir, but why would reporters want to bother you?” she asks.

“They’ve been running me ragged ever since it showed up.”

“It? What’s it?” Fred adds.

“A ghostly craft from another world moving across the sky like an evil spirit.”

Dalton tenses, and you raise your hand to press between his shoulder blades. It’s your silent way of reminding him that you’re with him and he’s not alone.

“Evil spirit?” Scooby repeats before swallowing harshly.

“You mean, like a haunted flying saucer?” Daphne questions.

“Right, but that’s not all. Something’s been creeping ‘round here ever since it showed up.”

“Then it must’ve just crept by,” Velma announces, “Look over there!”

She points to the footprints, which go right behind you and Dalton. Dalton looks at the tracks and then back to you.

“We need to get out of here,” Dalton whispers harshly.

“Footprints,” Fred says.

“Zoinks!” Shaggy exclaims.

Your eyes widen, and you tap Dalton’s back excitedly at the firsthand experience of hearing Shaggy say, ‘Zoinks.’

“I’ve never seen footprints like those before,” Daphne says.

“Neither have I,” Dalton agrees.

 “They’re boots dipped in phosphorous,” you tell him.

Dalton turns to look at you with raised brows, and you shrug and say, “What? I love this episode.”

“I see ‘em all the time,” the farmer informs.

“They sure are strange-shaped tracks,” Velma says, leaning over to inspect them.

“Let’s us make tracks the other way,” Shaggy implores.

“He gets it; let’s listen to Shaggy,” Dalton mutters to himself.

“I’m with you!” Scooby agrees.

“Hold it!” Fred demands as the footprints fade. “They’re gone!”

“Hmm,” Velma begins, “Ghostly flying objects, strange tracks that glow in the dark…”

“And something creepy creeping around in the night,” Daphne finishes.

Dalton cocks his head as he watches Scooby get his tail bitten by a chicken before jumping toward Shaggy. Scooby overshoots his goal and lands in Dalton’s arm as he exclaims, “He rot me! He rot me! Oh, help, he rot me!”

Shaggy walks over to Scooby and Dalton, and he says, “Aw, you big chicken. It was only a chicken. Get down.”

Shaggy pushes Scooby from Dalton’s arms, and Dalton sighs with relief. Scooby chuckles as he hits the ground, and you kneel to pat his head as you listen to Fred.

“Well, those footprints weren’t made by a chicken. It looks like we’ve found ourselves a mystery,” he announces.

“Um, excuse me,” you call as you stand, laying your hand on Scooby’s head. “I’m a huge fan of Mystery Inc., and this is Dalton. We have some experiences with creatures like this. Any chance we could help solve this one?”

“Sure!” Fred agrees. “Sounds swell.”

You silently cheer and stick your hand into your pocket, surprised to see a Scooby Snack in your hand when you pull it out.

“Scooby,” you whisper, passing it to him as you and Dalton walk to the Mystery Machine.

“Mmm, rank rou,” Scooby says as he licks his lips.

Fred says your name, and when you look up, he smiles and asks, “Want to sit in the front with me?”

Dalton’s jaw clenches beside you as he waits for you to answer.

“I can sit in the back with Dalton and Scooby,” you respond. “But thanks!”

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“Sure was nice of the farmer to give us some gas,” Daphne says as Fred drives down the road.

“Yeah, now we can go look for that ghost craft,” Fred agrees before a high-pitched pulsing cuts him off.

“Well, we don’t have to look any further. There it is,” Velma points out.

“Zoinks! What a creepy-looking crate,” Shaggy yells.

“We’re in luck. It landed behind that hill,” Fred says, turning to follow it.

“Yeah, we’re in luck, and, like, it’s all bad,” Shaggy adds.

Dalton looks at you over Scooby’s head and nods his agreement.

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“It looked like it landed somewhere around here,” Velma says as everyone exits the van.

“What is this place, anyway?” Daphne asks.

“Looks like an abandoned airfield. Hasn’t been used in years,” Dalton answers.

Fred agrees with Dalton before smiling at you, causing Dalton to step closer to you.

“I’m for abandoning it, too. It’s, like, got the creeps!” Shaggy adds.

“Uh-oh!” Daphne calls. “Do you guys see what I see?”

“It’s those spooky glowing tracks again,” Shaggy says.

“Oh, no!” Scooby exclaims, jumping behind Shaggy’s legs.

“It’s our first clue, let’s follow them,” Fred says before walking alongside the footprints.

“Let’s don’t and say we did,” Shaggy suggests.

“But the gate’s locked. How will we get in?” Daphne points out.

The gate opens on its own, and Dalton turns to roll his eyes at you before flinching and smiling when you elbow him in the ribs.

“This is awesome,” you whisper as you step closer to him when Scooby jumps between you and Shaggy.

“Ghosts!” Scooby yells.

“You mean wind. The gate wasn’t locked. Come on!” Fred says.

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Fred calls you over and asks you to help him follow the tracks. Dalton stays right beside you as everyone heads toward a shed. The prints vanish into the shed, and Scooby jumps up to look in the window, surprised to see himself.

“What’s in there?” someone asks.

“Scooby!” Scooby answers.

Fred steps closer to you as you look into the window beside Scooby.

“It’s his reflection,” you say as you stand up.

“Window’s dirty,” Scooby adds.

As you step away from the window, you hear a humming sound from the other side of the door. Daphne asks what the sound is, and Fred expresses his confusion about how to get inside.

“May I?” Dalton asks before kicking the door and opening it.

“Wow!” Daphne expresses, grabbing Dalton’s bicep as she walks by, “You’re so strong, Dalton!”

Dalton looks at you, and you smile before asking, “We’re even?”

“Not even close,” he whispers as you walk in front of him.

You stop when you reach the generator, and Dalton’s hands land on your waist as he waits behind you.

“It’s the generator,” you announce, pointing to the device.

“Why would an abandoned airfield need a generator?” Daphne asks.

“And, like, why is it on?” Shaggy adds.

You turn your head at a strange sound and see the spaceship land in the field. Dalton turns to and alerts the gang.

“Let’s split up, gang, and find this space creature!” Fred commands. He invites you to come with him and Velma, but Dalton’s hand on your lower back feels like a better invitation.

“I think Dalton and I should go alone, we can cover more ground that way,” you suggest.

Fred agrees, and everyone goes their separate ways to find the Space Kook.

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“Do you know what’s happening right now?” you ask Dalton as you walk toward the radio tower.

“Fred is developing more of a crush on you?” Dalton suggests.

You bump your shoulder against him and laugh. “No, Fred just got stuck in a hoist, Scooby and Shaggy got caught up in sheets and think the other is a ghost.”

“You really do love this show.”

“Yeah. We do you think I tried so hard to get you to watch it with me?”

Dalton stops, wrapping his fingers around your wrist to make you stop. 

“I’m sorry if you thought I didn’t want to watch it with you. I- just- I was trying not to spend time with you because I didn’t want to have to walk away if you didn’t feel the same way.”

You twist your hand to hold Dalton’s and step closer as you brush some of his hair out of his eyes.

“I do feel the same way, if it’s the way that makes you want to spend time with me.”

Dalton raises his hand to your neck, pulling you against his chest and tilting your chin toward his.

“I really want to kiss you,” he whispers.

“While I’m a cartoon?”

“You’re a very pretty cartoon.”

You shake your head and hear Scooby yell. Smiling at Dalton, you keep your hand in his and gesture with your head to where the gang is meeting.

“You still missed the entire episode,” you point out as you turn the last corner and see Scooby and Mystery Inc.

“We can watch it as many times as you want when we get back,” Dalton says.

“Will you actually watch it or just try to kiss me?”

Dalton simply looks at you as you join the group. Mystery Inc. expresses that no one found any clues.

“It seems to me that this ghost is using this airfield for something else besides haunting,” Velma says.

“Gas,” Scooby announces, pointing to the exhaust pipe of an old Jeep with flat tires.

Dalton looks under the car with Fred, telling the girls about the extra set of usable wheels. As they stand, the car drives away, and an entire army of Space Kooks appears. Scooby and Shaggy retreat to the radio tower as Fred, Velma, and Daphne run the other way.

Shaggy uses the radio speakers to call the gang to the tower, expressing that he found something, but you remain still.

“Should we go?” Dalton asks.

You shake your head and answer, “Space Kook beats them there and Shag and Scoob parachute down. We’ll wait for the sheriff.”

Dalton wraps an arm around your shoulders, content to wait with you. When Scooby returns, you give him more Scooby Snacks and kneel to pet him.

“How did you know to come, Sheriff?” Velma asks.

“I called. I saw your van was still here and got worried,” the farmer answers as he approaches.

Space Kook appears behind you, and when he sees the sheriff, he runs into a building labeled ‘Research Lab.’ Fred is waiting by a panel and presses a button after Space Kook runs by, turning on the wind tunnel. As the wind picks up, the helmet comes off, and the phosphorous on his boots illuminates.

“Well, I don’t believe it,” the farmer exclaims. “It’s Henry Bascomb, my next door neighbor.”

“But what about those weird noises and the flying thing?” Daphne asks.

“C’mon, I’ll show you!” Shaggy announces before leading them to the radio tower.

“It was a very clever plan. Here’s our ghost craft,” Fred says before turning on a projector.

“But what about those odd voices?” Daphne asks.

“It was just a speeded-up soundtrack…” Fred begins.

“Played over the loudspeaker,” Shaggy finishes.

“But we did see a whole bunch of those creepies over by the motor pool,” Daphne points out.

“Stuffed dummies, if I had to bet,” Dalton suggests.

“And I’d bet that crazy jeep was run by remote control!” Shaggy agrees.

“The last remaining puzzle in my mind is ‘why?’” Fred says.

“I can answer that. This Bascomb fella got wind that the Air Force was planning to open the field again and would be needing more land for jets,” the sheriff explains.

“Aha! So that’s it! He wanted to scare us off so he could pick up the land cheap,” the farmer concludes.

“And I’d have done it, too, if you kids hadn’t come along,” Bascomb yells.

“Weren’t you kids scared like the rest of us?” the farmer asks.

“Oh, no. Solving mysteries is our hobby. It takes a lot to scare us,” Shaggy answers.

Fred turns on the Space Kook laugh soundtrack, causing Scooby to jump into Shaggy’s arms and Shaggy to jump into Dalton’s.

➣➣➣➣➣

“So, where are you going now? We’re on the hunt for another mystery if you’d like to come,” Fred offers as Daphne talks to Dalton.

You look at Dalton and smile. “We have to get home. Thank you so much, Fred, this was a dream come true. Working with you was everything I dreamed of.”

“No problem,” he says, hugging you. “It would be an honor to have you back sometime.”

You smile, and he climbs into the Mystery Machine, followed by Velma and Daphne, who wave at you while Dalton returns to your side. Scooby stops before you, and you kneel, petting him as you feed him Scooby Snacks.

“Can I have a hug, Scooby?” you ask, smiling as he indulges you and lets you hug him.

“Like, thanks for everything,” Shaggy says before opening the door for Scooby. “See ya around!”

You watch the Mystery Machine drive away and turn back to Dalton. He pulls you into a hug and brushes his hand over your hair.

“Thank you,” you whisper against his chest.

“Of course. Now let’s get home so I can kiss real you.”

“Scooby Dooby Doooooo,” you howl. 

When your voice fades, you look expectantly at Dalton. He sighs before copying you, and everything fades to black.

➣➣➣➣➣

You open your eyes and find yourself on the couch, wrapped in Dalton’s arms again.

“Start the episode over,” Dalton says, slipping his hands onto your cheeks.

“We’re not going to watch it, are we?” you ask as you press play again.

“Does Scooby-Doo like Scooby Snacks?” Dalton responds, smiling against your lips as he kisses you.

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Some of my current EBAY Auctions

Hi everybody! Hope you're staying warm as the holiday season arrives. As many of you know, I've been dealing with some incredibly difficult hardships over the last few months and one thing I've been doing to help alleviate it and help make rent and bills is selling my collection of toys and other things on Ebay. I currently have several dozen auctions listed, and here are a few highlights you might be interested in:

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Yours Submissively ~ Relocation

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Previous: Advancement

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

True to his word, Steve held Belle’s hand while Bruce drew blood.  “I hate this,” she moaned, burying her head into Steve’s chest. 

He chuckled. “It’s just a precaution, sweet pea.  They just want to make sure there are no lasting effects.” 

“I know but needles suck.” 

“All done,” Bruce declared.  “I’ll let you know if we find anything unusual. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine.  Everything cleared up after some rest.”  She smiled up at Steve.  “Do you think there is a problem?”

“No, just wanted to be sure.” Bruce smiled.  “I’ll get these to Helen for analysis.” 

“Thank you Bruce.”  Belle hopped down.  “I need to get back to packing.” 

“Clint is waiting, love.  I’ll be by in a couple of hours to help.” 

Steve walked her out and to the elevator.  “Thanks Clint.  Make sure she doesn’t get into trouble.” 

“Like I get into trouble on purpose.”  Belle rolled her eyes. 

Steve pulled her in for a hug but whispered in her ear, “don’t think I didn’t see that princess. Be ready for me when I get there. No panties.” He kissed her softly. 

Belle groaned. “Yes, sir,” she whispered back. 

Belle made it back to her apartment and continues to pack up her stuff.  Clint and Lila assisted with stacking the boxes in the living room to be taken Saturday.  “Geez, Belle, enough books?” Lila grunted. 

“We had this conversation when we moved from Jersey to here.” 

“And I stand by that I would re-buy everything and put it on the tablet.” 

“Not the same.  The weight, the feel of a book in my hands.”  Belle sighed.  “There are very few things that are better than that.” 

“Like Steve’s dick.”

“Lila!”

“What?”  She looked around.  “Clint’s not here, it’s fine.” 

Belle shook her head.  “I can’t believe you just said that.” The blush on Belle’s cheeks was a giveaway that Lila’s comment was not off the mark.  

Lila laughed off Belle’s embarrassment as they continued to move boxes into the living room.  She just packed up her bathroom when her phone buzzed. 

SR: On my way princess

Belle smiled, thankful she had worn a dress.  She slipped her panties off and threw them in the laundry pail.  She continued working until a shadow loomed behind her.  “So, my princess likes to give attitude.” 

Belle went to stand but a hand kept her on her knees. Steve moved around her to stand in front of her, his eyes dark. She looked behind her to see the door closed.  “Steve?”

“Bucky took Lila to get some take out. I think he understood that you are in trouble sweet pea.”  He licked his lips. 

“Oh.” Belle looked up at him, her long lashes framing her now lust filled violet eyes. 

“What do you say Belle?” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“What was that?”

“I’m sorry sir.  I was a bad girl.” Belle pouted up at him. 

“That’s right. Hmm.”  Steve looked down at her and stroked her head.  “Ladies’ choice, a spanking or you swallow.  Up to you princess.” He smirked, knowing she liked the pain and really either way, he won.  What he wasn’t expecting were the next five words out of her mouth. 

“Both, sir, to please you.” 

Holy fuck. Steve grinned. He sat at the edge of the tub and pulled Belle over his knees. He lifted the hem of her dress to see that she had followed his direction and removed her panties before he arrived.  He stroked her ass, feeling her shudder at the sensation.  “My princess is willing to give me both?  Then I’ll make sure my princess is satisfied.  Six should do this time, princess. Count.” His hand came down on her ass, echoing in the bathroom

“One,” she moaned as Steve slipped one of his thick fingers between her folds. Steve smirked as he spanked her again, dipping his fingers in her every time.  She was a panting mess with the last strike.  Steve grabbed some lotion and rubbed it in, soothing the redness.  Belle got to her knees and swiftly got the belt off and pants open. She looked up as she licked the tip. 

“Shit. Belle, god…” Steve closed his eyes to stop himself from cumming on the spot.  Belle continued her kitten licks before drawing him in. “Belle, slow down, baby.” 

She pulled away long enough to look him in the eye and say, “No.”  She kept going, hallowing her cheeks and sucking him hard. 

“Fuck! Fuck! Isabella, stop.” Steve cradled her head to try to slow her down, but she wouldn’t. She gagged slightly before pulling off with a pop and returning to lick up the precum forming.  “Jesus, fuck, Belle, I going to,” Steve moaned before Belle felt his balls tighten.  She drank him up as he held himself up on the wall. 

“Are you happy with me now, sir?” Belle fluttered her lashed up at him, a small smirk on her lips. 

“Princess, you are perfect.”  Steve guided her up to her feet.  “I think you have earned a reward when we get home.”  He kissed her, still tasting himself in her mouth.  “Hmm.  Clean up baby, I’ll start boxing up the shoes.” 

Belle pulled herself together and made sure the bathroom was clean before quickly changing her dress. She finished packing up the bathroom and exited to find Lila waiting for her.  “Why did you change your dress?”

“I spilled soap on it.  Is the food here?” 

Lila eyed her suspiciously.  “Yeah, in the living room.”

Belle smiled.  “Great!” She went to move past Lila when she heard, “didn’t think you would still be hungry after having all of that.” 

Belle looked at her friend.  “I’m not justifying that with an answer.” 

“You just said everything that needed to be said.”  Lila smirked.  “Out of 10?”

“15.” 

Boxes sorted, loaded into a couple of vans, Belle hugged her best friend. “We still have a double date to do.” 

“Yes, we do.  And don’t worry, I’m not giving up your room so if you want to come back you can. I’m always here for you.” 

“Thank you Li. Sunday?” 

“Absolutely.” 

Clint climbed into one van while Bucky climbed into the other and ten minutes later, they pulled up to Steve’s building. Unpacking was easy with most of the boxes being in the library as it doubles for an office for Belle. The rest of her clothes went into her spare closet until the renovations were completed. 

“Sweet pea, you know I have most of these.”

“So?”

“So, you can get…” 

“Keep talking Rogers and you sleep on the couch.” Bucky had to cover a laugh while Clint outright chuckled. “These books are like my children. They kept me going when I was alone so if you even think I will get rid of them you have another thing coming Mr. Rogers.” 

Steve put his hands up in surrender. “Ok. I’m sorry love.” He wrapped his arms around her. “I won’t take your treasures away,” he whispered.  He learned something new about her. 

“I’ll organize them later,” she said. “Clint, why don’t you head home. I know your kids are coming bright and early.” 

“That they are.  I’ll see you Monday Belle.  Steve, Bucky.” Clint left and the trio went to have a drink.

“To Belle, on committing to this jerk,” Bucky raised his glass.

Belle giggled as she sipped.  “You know you love me being here Bucky.” 

“I do but only because you are a damm good cook.” 

“Wow.  You gonna let him talk to me like that,” she nudged Steve, who chuckled and put his arm around her. 

“He ain’t lying sweet pea. Best damm cook I’ve ever seen.” Bucky just laughed as Belle crossed her arms and scooted away from Steve. “Oh c’mon love…”

“Nope. You can sleep out here.”  Belle stood up.  “Good night gentlemen.”  She began to stomp away. 

“Look at that.  The little lady already kicked you out of the bed,” Bucky mocked. 

“Oh no you don’t.”  Steve leaped over the couch to catch her.  She squealed in his arms. “We’re just teasing love. Let me back in the bed.” Belle squirmed in his arms and he pulled her over his shoulder and swatted her ass.  She yelped and started to hit his back with her little fists. “Behave princess. Bucky, see you in the morning.” 

“Night Steve.  Belle,” he winked at her.  “Enjoy dealing with that.” 

“I will have my revenge Barnes!” she yelled as she was carried into their bedroom. “Rogers, put me down!”

“Oh, you think that’s how this works.”  Steve tossed her on the bed. She landed with an umph but before she could recover, he was on top of her, caging her in. “Seems I didn’t do my job in getting that attitude out of you.” He leaned down into her neck and placed light kisses on her neck, listening to her moan.  “What am I going to do with you?”

“Amore,” she whined. 

“Yes, my love.  Enjoying the sensations?”

“I… I…”

“Hmm.  Seems someone can’t use her words.”  He let his hands slide down her body to her thigh to hike it over his hip. “Is my princess feeling like being a good girl now?”

“Sir, I… fuck…”

“Oh no, such language from my princess.  Let’s see if I can correct it.” Steve pushed up the hem of Belle’s dress and pulled it over her head.  The dress had not allowed her to wear a bra so she was just in delicate pink panties. “Fuck me.” 

Belle giggled. She reached up to touch his cheek. “Anything you want, amore mio.” 

Steve gave her a devious smile before flipping them, so she was on top. She grounded her hips into him, and he groaned, loving her heat through his pants.  “You are a goddess.”  She undid the belt and pants, but she didn’t get far.  Steve pulled her panties to the side and then pulled her to his mouth and kissed her mound. “Ride my face.” 

Belle stopped, “what?”

“Ride. My. Face.  Let me fuck you with my tongue, princess.” He licked a stripe through her folds and she mewled in response. 

“I… I can’t.  How will you…”

“It’s ok princess.  Just keep moving your hips.  I promise, we will both like it.” 

Belle hesitated slightly before lowering herself onto his head.  Steve looked up and could see the fear mixed with desire in her eyes. He covered her clit and sucked gently, watching her toss her head back. He slid his finger in as she moved and could feel how close she was.  “Steve, Steve, oh god.” 

“Let go Belle.  Its ok.”  He felt her clench around his fingers and scream as she released into his mouth. He helped her ride it out before lifting her gently and laid her on the bed. The blissed-out look on her face made him soar.  “I hope you don’t think we’re done, princess.” He crawled on top of her. “I love you.” 

“I love you more.” 

After spending Saturday and Sunday organizing, Belle decided to make a lasagna for Lila and give her a tour of the apartment.  As she is building the pasta dish, Steve comes in and kisses her head.  “It smells wonderful sweet pea.“

“If I didn’t know Bucky went to pick up Li, I would have assumed that he would be in here hoping to be a taste tester.” 

Steve laughed.  “I don’t doubt that.  Do you need any help?”

“Just the table amore. And a wine.” 

“Got it.” 

With the dish in the oven and the table set, Belle went to change and wait for her best friend.  When Lila made it up to the apartment, her mouth was open like a fish.  “Holy shit.” 

“Lila!”

“Oh god! Sorry! It’s just… wow… this place is amazing.  The view…”

“I know.  The sun set will be really nice tonight.” Belle took her hand and pulled her away from Bucky. “Let me give you a tour.  This is the living room, obviously.”  

She walked her through the apartment. Lila took everything in, amazed at what Steve was providing for her best friend.  They ended in Belle’s closet.  “Holy shit girl, you have enough clothes to last forever.” 

“I know, Steve is kinda over the top in the gift department.”

“Yeah, no shit.”  She fingered the elegant dresses. “I can see why you would want to move here.  Finally living the luxury life.” 

Belle frowned. “That’s not why I moved here.” 

“Isn’t it?  I would, to know I have everything.” 

“So you’re saying I’m using Steve for his money?” 

“Aren’t you?  I mean, you’re taken care of here.” 

“Wow.  Ok.  You can leave.” 

“What?”

“I didn’t move here for all of this.  He could live in a five story walk up with one bedroom and I would be moving in.  I love him and that it.  Thanks for thinking of me as some sort of gold digger.” 

“Belle…”

“No, get out of my home.” 

NEXT

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[an-aroaces-harem]

Ivy Chapter 5

DISCLAIMER: I just deepl and google translated my way through this because I wanted to know what’s going on, so there are definitely mistakes but I believe I managed the general gist of the story. Anyway, it’s just a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes. Morganatic Idol belongs to Cybird and ABC Frontier, Inc.

--My first weekend in the apartment was a wild one.

(The concert, the launch, and the outing with Ivy-san. It was like an out-of-this-world event.)

Monday morning at daybreak. I get ready to go to work and enter the living room to see ...

All the members were there.

Rina: Good morning.

Ivy: Good morning, Kawanaga-san. You're going to the office now?

Rina: Yes. You all ...

Finn: We've just had a lesson.

Jace: It's been a hard morning of choreography, and I'm exhausted~

Xeno: What are you talking about? Don't make a sound like this.

Hugh: ... was fun.

Despite their slight banter, exe shows no signs of fatigue from practice or the recent concert.

(As on would expect from a company with such an overcrowded schedule.)

Ivy: Ah, Kawanaga-san.

Ivy: Eito told me that the weekend show and the official distribution of the show were very well received.

Ivy: There's a special feeling that's different from broadcasting a program.

Jace: This is Aegis-chan's accomplishment, isn't it?

Rina: No, not at all. It was because of your excellent performance.

Finn: Well, yes, but I think you did a good job.

Hugh: Dance was easy to see ...

Jace: Even Xeno recognized you.

Xeno: I just said it wasn't bad tact.

Rina: Oh, thank you very much, everyone ...!

The gazes of the members are warmer than when I first came here.

(This was thanks to Ivy-san's recommendation to help with the live show.)

When I looked up at him with gratitude, he noticed my gaze and smiled at me.

Ivy: I'm happy for you, Kawanaga-san.

Rina: Thanks!

(Ivy-san has helped me a lot since day one. He helped me yesterday and even gave me a present.)

(You're a real sweetheart ...)

Ivy: You did a great job. Be confident and keep up the good work.

Rina: Yes, thank you very much, Ivy-san.

(I've been encouraged so much. I'll work harder for my presentation!)

I got into the mood and left the apartment to go to work myself.

The atmosphere in the company remains the same.

Mori Eiko: Kawanaga-san, put this data together. We'll need it this afternoon, so hurry up.

A document is placed in front of me.

Female Employee 1: And this script too.

Female Employee 2: And get me the other items on the list.

Mori Eiko: You can do it, can't you? All you're doing is easy stuff.

Female Employee 1: You have to do a lot of things to buy your way out of responsibility.

The words of Mori-san and the others prick me to the core. In fact, I feel like their words are getting tougher and harsher every day.

And then ...

Yamauchi Kota: Oh, come on, you can't just leave it all up to her, can you?

Yamauchi-san, a male employee of the department who was standing nearby, intervened, perhaps unable to see the piles of materials.

Yamauchi Kota: Are you okay? I'm free right now. Let me help you.

Rina: Thank you, Yamauchi-san, but I'm fine.

Yamauchi Kota: Eh?

When I replied with a smile, Yamauchi-san, Mori-san and the others looked at me in surprise.

(I would've been depressed before ...)

What comes to mind are the words and smiles of Ivy-san.

--flashback--

Ivy: Good luck to you too.

--flashback end--

(I can't let this get me down!)

Rina: I'll put them together as soon as I can. Please wait a moment while I compile them.

Mori Eiko: I'm telling you, don't neglect your other work.

Rina: Of course. I'll have it done by the end of the day.

I set to work at a furious pace.

Mori Eiko: Something's off ...

I was so motivated that I didn't mind the coughing.

I was able to complete my work without overtime for the work I was assigned to do.

(Next is housekeeping. Let's do this job well too.)

Today, the exe members have their own jobs and have not yet returned home.

Only Sakura-san was home before me, but he seemed to have been locked in his room for work.

The cleaning was completed smoothly, the tools were put away, and I was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

(I'm done with work, I'll go to my room and look up exe ...)

That's what I think.

Hitaki: Hey, you're here too.

Hitaki-san from Gem appeared in the living room.

Rina: Hitaki-san, you're here.

Hitaki: I was in the training room until now because I finished work early.

Hitaki: By the way, I heard about M-fest. Apparently, you played a very active role as a staff member.

Rina: Ah no, no. I was just doing my job.

Hitaki: Eito-san also complimented you on how well it went.

Hitaki: I've never worked behind the scenes of a live before, but you did a great job.

Rina: T-thank you ...

Hitaki-san's straightforward compliment made me feel embarrassed but happy.

Hitaki: That was a little surprising. But also interesting ...

While staring at me, Hitaki-san caughed quietly to himself.

(Hm? What did he just say? I didn't quite catch it ...)

Hitaki: I've been meaning to apologize to you. I'm sorry about the other day. Miu was rude.

Hitaki: Dazed and distracted, dull ...

I think he is referring to the night when Ivy-san recoomended me to help with the distribution.

(Sure, Miu-san said some harsh things to me with a smile ...)

Rina: I don't care anymore. Besides, there's no need for you to apologize.

Hitaki: I'm the leader. If a team member does something, it's my responsibility.

Hitaki: I'll let them know that they won't say anything bad to you from now on.

Hitaki-san smiled calmly, as if to reassure me. I could see the sense of responsibility that comes with being a leader.

(Miu-san is a bit mysterious, and Nagi-san is a bit scary ... I thought Gem's members had strong habits.)

(But Hitaki-san might be a nice and kind person.)

Hitaki: You said you wanted to know more about exe. How was it seeing them live and up close?

Rina: Of course it was great! Everything was so powerful, the singing, the dancing, the direction, everything was outstanding ...

Rina: The performance was so outstanding that even an amateur like me could understand it.

Hitaki: I saw the video of the distribution, and I thought it was great, if a little frustrating for Gem.

(But ...)

What comes to mind is that strange feeling I had when I saw Ivy-san on stage.

(Yes, it was nice, but Ivy-san was different at that time.)

In a sense, it may be natural that their stage appearance is different from their everyday appearance.

But I think that feeling was different from that.

I don't know what it is, but it has always stuck with me.

Then, there was a flurry of footsteps.

Sakura Eito: Kawanaga-chan and Hitaki? That's a rare combination.

It was Sakura-san who appeared.

Hitaki: We ran into each other by chance and had a little chat.

Hitaki: What's going on, by the way? You seem upset.

Rina: What's wrong?

Sakura Eito: I had to confirm something with Ivy at work.

Sakura Eito: I need to see the paperwork by tomorrow but ... he'll be up all night in the recording studio tonight.

Sakura Eito: I thought I'd ask someone to deliver it to the studio for me.

Hitaki: I see. That's what you meant.

(Ivy-san, it must be tough to work all night.)

Sakura Eito: But at a time like this, none of the staff would catch on.

Sakura Eito: I don't have time to deliver it, and I was going to look for someone.

I called out to Sakura-san when I saw him in trouble.

Rina: Um, Sakura-san. If you don't mind ...

... a few dozen minutes later.

I was visiting the recording studio where Ivy-san was working on behalf of Sakura-san.

Ivy-san lowered his eyebrows, feeling sorry when he saw me working alone in the studio.

Ivy: Eito called me just now. I'm sorry to have bothered you.

Ivy: It's not at all nice of Eito to send you out here so late at night ...

Rina: No, I said I'd go.

Sakura-san was rather reluctant to take the risk because it was late at night, but in the end he said he'd take care of it.

(I bet he was really full of work.)

(And HItaki-san was also concerned and offered to accompany me.)

I was grateful, but declined, as I felt bad that he still had more training to.

Rina: It's not that far away, so it's okay. Beisdes ...

Rina: I was also curious to know how you were doing, Ivy-san. I was told it would take all night.

Ivy: Oh well ... thank you for your concern.

Ivy: I'm sorry but thank you for your help. Both Eito and I have a lot to do tonight.

Ivy: I think that's why I've been working so hard to get the job done.

Ivy-san laughed.

Rina: It sounds like a lot of work. Can I ask you what you were doing?

Ivy: Yeah, I was working on the next new song.

Rina: What already? You just released a new song a couple of weeks ago.

Ivy: Well, we might be the ones who have a quick release span, but we've got a lot of tie-ups.

Ivy: I can't help but match it.

(exe ... but that would be a lot of work. It's a constant songwriting process.)

Looking at the desk where Ivy-san was sitting, there were writing utensils, notebooks, music equipment, and other miscellaneous items on it.

It was as if I could see his struggle as a composer.

Rina: Ivy-san is terrific.

Ivy: Eh?

Rina: Not only is he an idol, he can also write such great songs.

Rina: The song you performed at the concert the other night is getting a lot of play.

Rina: I think it's really great to be recognized by so many people like that.

exe is, after all, a group of people each of whom has great abilities.

Seeing them live made me understand them better.

Rina: I'm looking forward to your next song.

Ivy: Thank you, Kawanaga-san.

Ivy: Next song too, huh?

He smiled ... but his smile was different.

Ivy-san ...? What's going on?

Somewhat tired and sad.

I gasped when I saw Ivy-san's shadow for the first time ...

#morganatic idol #morudoru #morudoru ivy #resa translates something for once?

[jgroffdaily]

In all of the rush of getting home and back to my real life, I didn’t get a chance to write up the experiences that we, your faithful JGD-ers, had this last weekend in NYC.

On Saturday morning, we did a tour of the front of house sections of the Hudson Theatre. It’s a gorgeous building, with a fascinating history, and I would recommend the tour to anyone who is interested in Broadway - the company was Broadway Up Close.

In the afternoon, we went to the matinee of the show, the first matinee (and thus the first two-show day) of this Broadway run. We had great seats in the first row of the mezzanine / dress circle, from which we had a decent view of the actors’ facial expressions (although not as good as from the orchestra seats / the stalls on Thursday evening) and also a fab view of the actual orchestra, who sit “upstairs” in Frank’s apartment.

I loved the show again, of course. I had fully intended to turn my attention to different elements this time - to watch Frank during Franklin Shepherd, Inc; to watch Frank and Beth during Not A Day Goes By, to check out what the orchestra were doing. But in fact I was entirely dragged into the story, and the performances, once more, and my eyes snagged on the exact same things as last time.

As for Sunday, my final day in NYC: well, we had realised a few weeks ago that there seemed to be *something* due to happen on the Sunday evening - there was no show listed for that afternoon, which broke the pattern of all of the rest of the weeks from Opening onwards. So we wondered if that date might be the Opening Night (which it kind of turned out to be, amidst some confusion around “industry opening / red carpet interviews / after party” on Sunday vs press night / release of embargo on Tuesday).

So, on the off chance that we had guessed correctly, I changed my flight home to the UK, so that instead of an 8pm flight, I had an 11pm one. That meant that I could stay in Manhattan until 7pm ish, and we could investigate what was happening.

Earlier on in the day, we went to the Broadway Up Close booth to buy some Broadway themed merch, and I had to laugh when the guy manning the counter asked me “have you seen any shows?” and when I replied “Merrily”, he said “aha, I had a theory…” and pointed to the Groff sweatshirt that I was wearing! Might as well wear your heart on your sleeve (chest), I guess!!

We walked to the theatre in the afternoon, and there were some union guys / security people chatting outside, so I asked them if anything was due to happen outside that evening. They said: “oh no, no, nothing at all, it’s all going to be inside; not at all worth you coming back here”, then blew their own cover a little by adding “unless you want to watch us work, setting up!”

Setting up what, you may ask? And indeed, that is what we did ask ourselves, after we had thanked them and wandered away. If they were setting something up outside, there must be something worth seeing. And so, at around 5pm, we “accidentally” found ourselves back at the theatre, and located a spot close to the steps, where we could semi-nonchalantly linger.

While it was true that the red carpet was happening indoors (not entirely surprising, as the lobby of the theatre is, as previously noted, stunningly beautiful, and the scaffolding outside is decidedly less photogenic), the security and queuing / ticket checking system was happening outside, as was a good deal of “people in fancy clothes loitering and waiting for their friends to arrive before going in”, and thus we had a great view for an hour or so, as many people arrived and went in.

We spotted Anna Wintour (sharp haircut, giant sunglasses and all - but having to queue with the masses - quelle horreur!), Zach Quinto with a friend, Raul Castillo and Alexis Forte (newlyweds! 💍🎉) and Cynthia Erivo, who arrived with Lena Waithe.

Although we didn’t see Jonathan - the cast must have gone into the theatre much earlier, or via the stage door, or both - I am so pleased that we were there. There was a fantastic buzz of excitement amongst those arriving for the show, and it felt to me like one of those real “Covid is over [note: I know it isn’t!] and the world is back!” moments. It made me so happy and grateful to see all of those people there, to support and celebrate our favourite guy (and his friends and colleagues), and it was the perfect end to my perfect NYC trip!

#jonathan groff #merrily we roll along

[narcoticwriter]

So... the first thing the CEO of Anycolor apologizes for...

...is the note on the investor relations page on February 7th?!?

(But wait! There's more! And this probably won't be my last post either. Ugh.)

Link to the video to watch for yourself. If you care.

"Without a doubt, Selen was integral to the growth of Nijisanji EN."

Three of your livers just threw her under the bus and made her look even worse than she already did by the company you're running, sir.

"We take full responsibility for this situation, where not only ANYCOLOR Inc. but also our livers are receiving hurtful messages. I deeply apologize to our livers and to everyone who supports them."

So you're not sorry for what caused this to happen? Got it.

"As ANYCOLOR Inc., we will do everything we can to ensure that we create and maintain an environment where the livers can succeed in their creative endeavors."

After... everything that's transpired since Yugo 'left', do you really expect me to not smell the bullshit over your flowery words and perfume, good sir?

Seriously, think about it: Most of them have done better for themselves since they left the company and quite frankly, if your livers are the most important people in the company, then maybe the $200,000 dollars Doki spent shouldn't have ever been spent in the first place!

I can't believe that people are actually going to buy this shit and take it at face value. The only reason this is coming out now is because over 10% of the company's market cap was wiped out in a week and a bunch of sponsors decided to drop you.

Please sir, you may fool the fans who want to cling to their delusions and ignore the severity of one liver almost taking their own lives because of the company they worked for, but ANYCOLOR will never be able to come back from this.

And frankly, I don't want it to, especially after everything that's happened today. Not only did you decide to throw every single EN liver under the bus with the statement that you should have made, you also post a tweet about how Selen brought up other livers and that you were only doing your due diligence by informing the livers to documents that were supposed to be disclosed. It might be legal, but ethical and the right thing to do? You and everyone who wants to believe it are insane to think of it that way.

The company cannot be this unaware of its own actions and if the company thinks this is going to be the end of it, then they have another thing coming. Either they're genuinely incompetent or they're deliberately trying to destroy the EN branch and take their livers with them.

After Kyo graduates, I'm never going to tune into another Nijisanji stream again. They can say and claim that things will get as better as they want, but the trust is gone and who knows if they'll ever get it back?

They sure as fuck won't be getting mine and you can trust me on that.

#narky thinks #nijisanji #nijisanji en #i am so sorry to all of the mutuals that follow me for literally anything else but this is my void of a blog and i must SCREAM

[mahoushoujotechsupport]

episode 8 time, this rewatch has made me realize the title cards' style don't actually alternate every episode. is there a pattern to them or what?

starting off with nika and martin telling the rest of earth house about miorine starting gund-arm inc and lmfao at nuno just calling that shit out immediately. yeah her ulterior motive is being a giant lesbian

honestly had kinda forgotten how averse to the idea of working for miorine the whole of earth house was at the beginning

before the break up arc i thought this frame was going to be important for dealing with prospera especially when later on miorine is shown for being one to keep receipts (ie. the photo she took of the kids who threw the spraycan or whatever at martin's head). but nah i guess she was just recording everything prospera was gonna have to say about gundams etc

i know prospera's priorities are hella skewed from her own trauma, but i honestly don't blame her for keeping this from suletta for as long as she did. no one on mercury needed to know about this and suletta wasnt in any danger while piloting aerial

i think if anything, it probably shouldve been information to be divulged to her prior to leaving to asticassia, but even then im not sure given suletta's personality early on. like she wouldnt have blabbed about it but it may have always just been more dangerous for her to have that knowledge

musemetachi again and one of the most iconic prospera shots lmao

and of course mio isn't buying any of this shit

important points being made, but like... why didn't she just ask herself lol

enter the shaddiq plot and it's kinda funny how suletta immediately pins the issue at hand here and why shaddiq is trying to pursue gund-arm. meanwhile miorine can't even fathom that being true

kinda funny to have miorine of all people telling earth house to look on the bright side after they see how much money theyve got to work with. though i'm pretty sure this is just her early naivety

miorine rembran, prospera mercury told you to check your privilege

i guess i don't really have much to say on earth house standing their ground against building weapons since lmao its objectively good and all the coming work with earth house allows miorine to not be so prickly and realize there are people out there who will be her genuine friends

i wonder if by the end of the series guel even realized shaddiq was in love with miorine lol

literally what even is sarius' deal against gundams

well, he was right i guess

in rewatching this episode, its hard not to feel so frustrated with shaddiq. like sure, she was likely never going to return your feelings, but could you not have just said something instead of all this posturing and trying to play white knight lol

something something suletta doesnt even hug her mom in greeting

i don't think anyone at earth house could have even fathomed the idea that miorine would have found something for them to focus on besides weapons

man, i wish miorine and dr cardo could have met lol

god this fucking promo video lmao

i wonder if even if its a tiny miniscule amount, but if prospera holds any sort of respect for miorine choosing to have gund-arm inc focus on what the vanadis institute was originally doing. thats honestly something i wish we'd had gotten at all some point

mio please

as soon as suletta starts talking about how much fun shes having, mio just gets the softest look on her face and lays her head against suletta's back and gosh is it cute lmao that is a girl in love

what did she mean by this lmao

i dont want to know what cheering someone up is code for for maisie

interesting scene set up with the grassley girls to have sabina be the one to speak out their plan if miorine doesnt go along with it easily as well as having maisie call out the fact that shaddiq wouldnt want to do something to hurt miorine (laughing at this latter point imagining all the grassley girls clowning on shaddiq for his thing for miorine)

the stakes are all slowly building up but it still isnt nowhere near 2nd cour stakes. not sure if i'll get to episode 9 today because thats another favorite and just like my episode 7 rewatch, it may end up being 2 posts lol

#g witch #rewatch time #g witch episode 8

[merrock]

event: Creek Fest

location: Hideaway Market

ic timeline: September 16 -23

ooc timeline: same dates

Creek Fest is here! It's bigger and better than ever this year, with tons of fun, fall-related things to see and do in the Hideaway Market!

Firstly, don't miss out on the various shop fronts and tents and booths that are set up in the shopping centers of Hideaway Market. In the center of the Market, you can find several food and drink tents, as well as face painting and games set up for the kids -- such as corn hole, the corn pit, a scavenger hunt and much more! There is also a stage set up for live performances (click here)!

There is a 'DIY Station' in the middle of Hideaway Market's center, where you will be able to paint and carve pumpkins, stuff your own scarecrows, make wreaths and floral arrangements, and much more for all of your fall décor needs.

Transportation in the form of hay rides is available to take you to the following places:

Harmony Ranch -- where you can participate in the corn maze (and sunflower maze!) and buy a few good dairy products, as well as end of season farmer's market goodies. petting zoo & pony rides set up, as well (for anyone from kid aged to adults).

Lavender Lane -- grab all the pumpkins, mums and fall flowers that you might need for your decorating seasons! gift cards are available for those who want to pick up at a later time, too.

Black Creek -- visit the creek for staged photos and a nature walk along the trail to enjoy one of our favorite features of Merrock, guided by park rangers.

Sunrise Orchard -- a quick trip to the orchard to grab a ton of apples, so you can make some delicious apple pie!

The Festival will be open from 10AM until 8PM EST every night, so there's plenty of time to get out and enjoy everything that you want to enjoy. Have fun! xx

UNDER THE CUT are posts made by our Merrockites, showcasing their talents, businesses, or what they are offering at Creek Fest!

RYDER ANDERSON (personal) -- ghost / abstract paintings.

RAFAEL BARDALES (Bardales Inc.) -- prize wheel.

JASON BROWNING (Merrock State Park) -- guided trail walks.

THEO BROWNING (Merrock FD) -- family day & fun.

NARI GIM (Lavender Lane) -- mums & pretty fall things.

SHOSHANNA HART (Wild at Hart) -- diy bouquets.

MIRANDA HARTMAN (The Color Wine) -- paintings & giveaways.

OLIVIA HARTMAN (Harmony Healers) -- pony & horse rides.

JAYLA HOPKINS (personal) -- bead jewelry.

DELILAH MORRIS (morris winery) -- tasting specials.

CAGE NEWMAN (Creekside) -- fall decor & furniture.

KELLAN NEWMAN (Newman Family Farm) -- blueberries.

CHLOE NWOKOBIA (personal) -- crochet pieces.

ELISE QUINN (taste) -- yummy drink options.

LEYLA TEHRANI (Mawk Tales) -- delicious drinks.

AMINA ZAIDI (Universal Rocks) -- myo cinnamon brooms.

If you would like to contribute and be involved, please be sure to tag your post with #merrockevent.

#merrockevent

[warm-mojito]

hi, just stumbled upon your account in the jet lag tag (thanks for the drinking game)! i've never heard of blaseball before, and unfortunately it seems i'm late to the party, but i'd love to learn what it was about! i love weird cool internet things

Hoo boy, I'm glad you enjoyed the Drinking Game! I sure can try my best to explain what Blaseball was. But quick warning, it's a lot.

Okay, so at its core, Blaseball was a Baseball Simulator, where you could bet fake money on simulated games, where players could die mid game. Hence the name Blaseball, which is a mixture of Blood, and Baseball.

Blaseball games took 30 minutes to an hour to play out, and would start new games at the top of the hour. Seasons would last a week, with generally the schedule being 2 weeks of games, followed by an average of 2 weeks of "Siesta", a time where no games were going, and almost nothing happened, that gave the developers time to crush bugs, and implement new features.

At the end of each season there was an election, where fans (us), could use the money we made betting, to buy votes, to vote in the election. Every season there was the big thing to vote on, The Decrees, which had wide sweeping implications on how Blaseball would continue to be played; as well as smaller things to vote on that impacted team performance, such as legendary items, or custom modifications that protected players from some fates.

To be clear, in Season 1 there was no death, and nothing weird going on, everything just seemed like your standard baseball game, very reminisciant of the 1968 book, "The Universal Baseball Association, Inc., J Henry Waugh, Prop." By Robert Coover. That said, there was one very peculiar thing, and that was the decrees.

In season 1, the decrees were listed as:

Redistribute Wealth: The top five players from the Internet Series champion will be distributed to five other random teams in the league.

Relegation: The last place team in the league will be eliminated from the league, and replaced with a new team.

The Forbidden Book: It is Forbidden.

Obviously, The Forbidden Book was the one that was voted on, and that's when they really put the Blood, in Blaseball, as immediately after opening the book, the umpires went Rogue, and the best player, Jaylen Hotdogfingers (Please note this was July 2020, well before EEAAO), was incinerated, by one. In addition a Hellmouth would swallow the Moab dessert, and the team that was formerly known as the Moab Sunbeams, would henceforth be known as the Hellmouth Sunbeams.

The final change was that Blaseball received a Subtitle, and this subtitle was "The Discipline Era". There are a few eras of Blaseball, there is the Discipline Era, The Coffee Cup, The Expansion Era, Short Circuits, and The Coronation Era. Each one functions as essentially the next chapter of the story.

This said, it is regrettable that I have gotten this far into my summary of Blaseball without talking about the community that formed around it. It was passionate. It was bright. It was essentric. To this day there are few players, that had any playtime, that do not have at least one piece of fan art for them. There is a music collective that started up, that is called The Garages that made songs about the game, that are incredible (If you like Ska Punk I highly recommend their album The Skarages), which got their name from the in game team, The Seattle Garages. All of this for a list of names on a webpage. There was not official art of anyone in Blaseball. No physical descriptions. No personality included. The fans breathed life into the characters adding some, and the developers (The Game Band, who also created a game called Where Cards Fall that you actually can go play on Steam and Switch still) embraced it, and basically said all of it was canon and none of it was canon.

Did the fans have their fair share of drama? Of course, any time you group 10k+ people together, of course not all of them are going to get along. I mostly avoided this by spending most of my time on Twitter for Blaseball, instead of in discords, and using the Block Button liberally.

I could go point by point down the story of Blaseball, but I imagine that if you're still reading at this point, that you'll probably want to go do that yourself, and you can! Blaseball originally had a Fandom wiki, however they realized that the company Fandom sucked, so the fans in the Society for Internet Blaseball Research (SIBR for short), created a new wiki which can be found at Blaseball.wiki, from there you can learn about everything that happened, it's very well organized.

Last Friday, June 2nd, The Game Band announced after a 4 month hiatus that Blaseball would not be coming back, and that we would not be seeing an end to The Coronation Era. The reasons of which are complicated, and many. One of the developers tweeted out in the hours leading up to the announcement "(quote from man who died by a thousand cuts): what are you gonna do, stab me one thousand times", which is likely the situation, as sometimes it isn't 1 big cut that does it, but 1000 little ones.

I hope this helps you understand what Blaseball was, I am open to answering further questions in DMs.

#lagged rebels #blaseball #blaseball lore #blaseball history #i miss it so much

[mightyflamethrower]

President Joe Biden’s defenders have been on a wild ride this past year. It began with them arguing that the president knew absolutely nothing about his family’s influence-peddling business to arguing that it’s no big deal that Chinese communist wire payoffs happen to have Biden’s home address listed on them.

The quality of the excuses, unsurprisingly, has been deteriorating rapidly.

They largely entail repeating the words “no” and “evidence” in a perpetual loop. But, this week, when Rep. James Comer, R-Ky., released financial records of Hunter Biden receiving two wire transfers totaling $260,000 in 2019 from Beijing with the president’s Delaware home listed as the beneficiary address, the White House jumped into action.

“Imagine them arguing that, if someone stayed at their parents’ house during the pandemic, listed it as their permanent address for work, and got a paycheck, the parents somehow also worked for the employer,” wrote White House spokesman Ian Sams. “It’s bananas. Yet this is what extreme House Republicans have sunken to.”

Speaking of bananas, the first confirmed case of COVID-19 in the United States wasn’t reported until January 2020, and shutdowns were still a year away when Hunter Biden used his dad’s house as a beneficiary address on a wire payment. According to Hunter’s own memoir, he was living in Los Angeles with his new wife at the time.

Of course, even if the pandemic had been raging by summer 2019, Hunter Biden wasn’t a college student visiting home. He was a 49-year-old who had the wherewithal to craft numerous international million-dollar deals—not to mention allegedly evade taxes, buy firearms illegally, and score crack and prostitutes.

Why would Hunter need to stay at Daddy’s house? Why do they keep talking about this grown man as if he were a toddler? For God’s sake, this is an accomplished artist whose work goes for upwards of a million dollars.

And it wasn’t a “paycheck,” but a wire transfer from a Chicom investment firm that his father repeatedly lied about to the American people.

In an October 2019 presidential debate, Joe Biden incredulously claimed that Hunter never benefited from Chinese interests: “My son has not made money in terms of this thing about, what are you talking about, China.” It was weird, even then, that Biden could make such an assertion with confidence, considering that not long before he had claimed to “never” have spoken to Hunter about his “overseas business dealings.”

Perhaps one day the president will be asked by the political media why he made this claim, and whether he knew his address was being used on Biden Inc. paperwork at the time. And while they’re at it, they could ask him whether he was at his Wilmington house in 2017 when his son threatened his Chinese partner, Henry Zhao, with the words, “I am sitting here with my father.”

Let’s also remember that not only did Joe Biden fly his son to Beijing aboard Air Force Two during an official visit in 2013 to meet with potential investors, but the vice president met Jonathan Li, whose name is on the 2019 wire transfer, for coffee. The two would talk again on the phone—probably just some “casual conversations” or “niceties about the weather.” Joe was even kind enough to write college recommendation letters for his son and daughter.

It’s a really weird coincidence that the same guy happens to have Joe Biden’s address on a wire transfer. A cynic might start to piece together these stories and come to the conclusion that there’s actually plenty of evidence the president had created the “illusion” of access to the White House on his son’s behalf—at the very least, enriching his entire family.

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[frainteso]

lee insoo, artist & owner of barracuda inc. / mobile navigation

hi everyone! I'm so happy to be here and looking forward to writing with you. my name is char, she/they pronouns (i genuinely don't have a preference) and est timezone. neurodivergent with adhd that goes stoopid and crazy so apologies in advance if it takes me a while to get back to you!

i haven't roleplayed on tumblr in forever, so forgive me if i seem lost as all hell. i've been wanting to play this particular muse for years now, so i'm excited to finally see him come to life. click under the cut for personality info and a (very rough) bio!

personality:

the best word to describe insoo would probably be eccentric. he kind of gives demon but he really can't help it, his upbringing molded him into how he is today

that being said, he's trying to be better and redeem himself from past wrongs. it's hard though when he refuses to change a bulk of his personality and is kinda stuck in his ways LOL but i guess...?

it's more about how he treats people than who he is as a person. like, maybe he would usually blow off plans with someone by acting like he died, but now he'll be honest and just say "yeah, i don't feel like seeing you today, sorry"

he is also the type that your muse would probably see trying to walk up the escalator that goes down or digging in the trash for some undisclosed reasons

idk, he's just really weird and used to be a very dangerous person, but now he's fairly harmless. he's still dealing with dangerous people, though, so it's hard trying not to get sucked back into things

backstory:

he left home at 16 and started living with a friend's family. it was supposed to be temporary, but they fell in love with him and treated him like their own son

he started auctioning his paintings anonymously because he was a minor, using the simple moniker 'art' and a false age

he saw success rather quickly, the mysteriousness behind his paintings becoming a talking point amongst some of the most renowned critics in the art world

his paintings began selling for way more than they were worth. it was almost a trend for rich people to buy his super minimalistic, expensive paintings just to say that they owned it

(and when i say minimalistic i mean like, a black dot on a white canvas with a question mark underneath that would easily be auctioned off for well over $10,000 USD)

he decided to do something with all of this money, eventually buying barracuda inc

the tattoo + piercing shop is the first thing in his life that he took seriously fr. that includes his family, past relationships, his own life, everything. he cherishes it like it's his son

this is kinda long, i'm sorry but that's all for now! feel free to IM me or ask for my discord (pref) to plot, i would love that! also please excuse any errors i'm rushing this rn. talk to you soon!

#intro.

[etes-secrecy-post]

Hi, before I explain my post, I want to say something important.

• What you see my blog has become a major overhaul. And despite the changes, I decided that my 2nd account will be now my artwork blog with a secret twist.

⚠️NEW RULE! (W/ BIGGER TEXT!)⚠️

⚠️ SO PLEASE DO NOT SHARE MY 2nd ACCOUNT TO EVERYONE! THIS SECRECY BLOG OF MINE IS FOR CLOSES FRIENDS ONLY!⚠️

• AND FOR MY CLOSES FRIENDS, DON’T REBLOG IT. INSTEAD, JUST COPY MY LINK AND PASTE IT ON YOUR TUMBLR POST! JUST BE SURE THE IMAGE WILL BE REMOVED AND THE ONLY LEFT WAS THE TEXT.

⚠️ SHARING LINKS, LIKE POSTS, REBLOG POSTS, STEALING MY SNAPSHOT PHOTOS/RECORDED VIDEOS/ARTWORKS (a.k.a. ART THIEVES) OR PLAGIARIZING FROM UNKNOWN TUMBLR STRANGERS WILL IMMEDIATELY BE BLOCKED, RIGHT AWAY!⚠️

😡 WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT EVER LIKED & REBLOG MY SECRET POST! THIS IS FOR MY SECRET FRIENDS ONLY, NOT YOU! 😡

Okay? Capiche? Make sense? Good, now back to the post…↓

#Onthisday: Oct 29th, 2018

Title: Riya's TRUE IMPREZA custom car look - No 1

On Oct 26, 2018 (Friday), decide to go to my current arcade at the current mall I've went (Quantum Amusement Arcade, SM City North EDSA) to play more Wangan Maxi Tune 5DXPlus for continuing Riya's "TRUE IMPREZA". So I made a HUGE update for her "TRUE IMPREZA"! 🔧🚘😁

• That being said, here's an example part of my huge update for Riya's "TRUE IMPREZA" as you can see the picture above. After I manage to win three opponents , one of which was the G Special Ghost Armored Car (please don't ask questions and click that link → [CLICK ME!]) in Online Ghost VS Battle, It seems her stats has just gone leveled up. And not just that, but also my earning points as well in the game. So now I decided to buy some item parts to suit her taste and the result - It's cool and amazing look for her"TRUE IMPREZA" car. Although, there are some few item parts that need to be unlocked but hey, we have to work hard progress until her final look will be revealed very, VERY SOON.

So but for now, this will be her best looking custom car, so far. 🙂

BTW: Here are the item parts that I purchased at the gaming terminal (good thing I listed some names and types): • GT Wing (3D) 1 ; Costs: 5,000 Points 🔧🪙 • Aero Parts C ; Costs: 12,000 Points 🔧🪙 • Enkei Racing WRX TARMAC EVO Limited Edition FORGED Wheels ; Costs: 1,000 Points 🔧🪙 • (And finally) FRP Bonnet A ; Costs: 4,000 Points 🔧🪙

= Total points I've spend in the game: 22,000 Points 🔧🪙

So yeah, that's all I could say for now and I'm very happy say from playing Wangan Midnight Maximum Tune 5DXPlus with my HUGE updates. Heck even Riya is happy though, to see her newly look "TRUE IMPREZA" car. 😁

Riya 🐰🏎️: Yes sir! BUT, as of 2023, my "TRUE IMPREZA" was still in solid "WR Blue Mica" without my signature dual pink stripes, Man, I missed that. The only changes I made are the muffler and wing spoiler, which are now fitting to my "TRUE IMPREZA"'s taste! 😀 Otherwise, it is the same as before, dude! 😊 I can't wait to race it again, but I have some tasks that need to be finished. See ya! 👋😊

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Photography by ME! (My old/former Samsung Galaxy S4 [GT-I9505]) Riya Speedster (Chowder OC) - created by ME! Title & Arcade - Wangan Midnight Maximum Tune 5DXPlus © 2018 NAMCO BANDAI GAMES INC.

[ginza-division]

Eiji's Thoughts on Chiyoda Division

Fusao Ise

"For those of you who don't know, I've lived on earth for 38 years. ...Yes, 38. For those of you that know math, that's approximately 19,972,800 minutes. Not half of a century, but more than a quarter, at least. And for those of you that also don't know this, I've been CEO and president of Sigma Inc. for 16 years. That's 8,409,600 minutes and counting. Not as long as I've been on Earth, but it's still longer than most."

"And you know what life lesson I've discovered from living on Earth all those minutes? It's a very simple lesson that my father told me when I was just a kid, but it's a lesson I've always kept very close to my heart. And it's this: 'You cannot please everyone'. And you know something? My father was absolutely correct. You can't please everyone.

"During my tenure as CEO, I've had to deal with a lot of backlash from people who either don't like what I do, what I say, the decisions I make, the people I choose to associate with, the way I run my business, to whatever excuse they come up with to dislike me. And you know, after the car accident that caused me to lose my leg, I've learned that, more often than not, it's better to try to bury the hatchet whenever you can. Life's too short, after all. Any one of us can be dead tomorrow or the next day. It's better to go to bed at night with a clear head and a clean conscience."

"It's for that reason that whenever I make an enemy or an adversary, I always try to nip the problem in the bud right then and there. I'm not one of those people that like to keep a grudge going, provided of course, your dispute is with me, and me, alone, and doesn't involve any of my friends or family. If there's an issue you have with me, then please, let's have a sit-down and talk about it. You'll have a chance to get everything you want to say out in the open, and you have my word both as a gentleman and as a CEO, I won't interrupt you until you are thoroughly and completely done with your speech. If we leave the discussion with no more problems, good. If we leave as partners, friends, or even just as acquaintances, even better. And if you still have an issue with me after we are done talking, that's also fine. Because at least now, I know what the issue is and where we both stand."

"...It's for that reason that I cannot understand exactly what the problem with this man is." Eiji holds up a photo of Fusao Ise, the CEO of Wonder⇓anD Sound Systems. "For some reason, this man seems to be hellbent on causing me and Sigma Inc. no end of trouble. And the sad thing is, I don't even know why! I've asked him on numerous occasions to let's sit down and talk things out, but he always refuses. If he had such an issue with me, that's fine, but lately, I've received word that he's been spreading negative publicity about PROFILE, which I dislike."

"Fair warning, Mr. Ise: whatever beef you have with me is between us. Leave my company and my platform out of it. Because trust me, you don't wish to know the kind of things I could dig up about Wonder⇓anD Sound Systems. Give that some thought, Mad Hatter."

Raiden Otoh

"One of Wonder⇓anD Sound Systems' employees, if I'm not mistaken. From what I've heard, he seems to have quite the vendetta against Ginza, though I'm pretty sure his anger is directed more at a certain priest." Eiji rolls his eyes. "I swear if I had a dollar for the number of people that man has managed to piss off..."

"Besides that, I don't have too much of an interaction with him. I'm hoping he hasn't been buying into Fusao's talk about PROFILE. I'm not sure if he has one or not, but if he does, he doesn't seem to use it much. But regardless, I'm interested to see what a 'mad scientist' will come up with in the D.R.B."

Chiyuri Seiguni

"He seems to be a very interesting young lad. Like Masa mentioned, he doesn't seem to be entirely... human. Not that there is anything wrong with that! After all, I hope to see a future where transhumanism is the norm. I'd like to sit down and have a talk with him about that, but I don't know if Mr. Ise will allow that, which is a shame. Besides that, Oki claims that he knows this young boy from somewhere, which is a bit of a surprise. Truthfully, I've been doing my own research into finding out exactly what became of Oki in those two years that he was gone. Is it possible that during that time he became acquainted with this young man? Hmm, how mysterious..."

狂音INC.

Eiji sighs as he lights himself a cigarette. "It seems as if there is no shortage of opponents wishing to combat Ginza. I know that I'm partially responsible for that, though. One of the many consequences of being a CEO is that you have no shortage of enemies. And in the D.R.B., that is equally important, as many people are just waiting for their chance to take advantage of your weakness and exploit it."

"...I have to say though, this may be one of the few teams that I am actually looking forward to fighting. As I stated, I like to have a sit-down with my enemies, so we can get everything out in the open. And if I know Mr. Fusao, he has a lot he wishes to say... to me. So..."

Eiji takes the cigarette out of his mouth and stubs it in his ashtray. "...Let's hear exactly what you have to say, Mad Hatter."

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