#ITS A LOAD OF NOTHING BUT IT'S MY LOAD OF NOTHING AND I LIKE IT OKAY

[slippingintotragedy]

TOMBOY !

In which a letter from the Japanese Football Union finds its way to your doorstep on a sunny afternoon, but there’s only one slight problem. You’re a girl.

pairing yearner!nagi seishiro ♡ reader

warnings none

also posted on ao3 ! ( more active on there )

prologue.

It was scorching hot during soccer practice as the sun shone down, illuminating every inch of the field. Your head swung back in exhaustion as you sipped on a bottle of iced lemon tea, gulping it down like a starved animal with no regard for the owner. 

Your blissful moment of peace was then interrupted.

“Hey, that’s mine!” Nagi yelled out to you lackadaisically as he rested his head on Reo’s shoulder, half-lidded eyes barely visible due to the distance between you.  It wasn’t unusual to see Reo giving him piggyback rides; that’s pretty much the only time you’d see Nagi move. Ever.

It was fine, Nagi would come around sooner or later—holding grudges was a hassle after all. With the now-empty bottle discarded in a recycling bin, you shot him a mischievous grin as the Reo Limousine made its final stop by the bleachers you were sitting on. 

“I’ll buy you a new one on the way home, promise.” You held out your pinky in front of Nagi’s face as he slid off Reo’s back and onto the empty spot next to you. The corners of his lips turned downwards in a frown. “Two. Reo Limousine is low on gas.” he bargained.

“Deal.” you agreed, intertwining your pinky with his in a pact. 

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“I can pay, you know?” Reo offered as he watched in amusement. 

The three of you were stood in front of a vending machine as you fiddled through your pockets in search of spare coins. “Ugh whatever richacho, I got it.” you huffed, letting out a contented sigh as you felt cold metal graze your fingertips. 

Much to your delight, you managed to dig up two stray ¥100 coins from the bottom of your bookbag and inserted them into the coin slot. 

The buttons on the machine glowed a green hue. “Phew, good thing it accepts laundry tokens.” Reo sneered, stifling his laughter with Nagi as you watched two bottles of iced lemon tea fall into the collector tray with a loud thump. 

“Lucky me.”

You collected your items and handed them to their rightful owners as they walked you back to your house. Nagi and Reo had been your best friends ever since high school started; they were your only friends, really. 

In addition to being the class topper, Reo was undoubtedly popular, sociable, generous, a multi-bajillionaire, the list could go on for ages. 

But most importantly.

He was absolutely loaded. 

Most girls who approached him had only one thing in mind: money and status. Well, two things in mind, technically. Amongst all the corny love letters piled up in his locker, nothing caught his attention more than Seishiro Nagi—and you soon learnt that hanging out with the heir of Mikage Corporation meant that Nagi came along like a package deal.

The first time you met Reo was in line to sign up for Hakuho High School’s Soccer Club. 

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  HAKUHO SOCCER CLUB ✧ REGISTER TODAY !

TRYOUTS

5:00p.m. I 16th November 2025 I Hakuho Field

Your homeroom teacher had reminded you to choose a club to join by today; so there you stood, sandwiched in between a bunch of sweaty jocks in line to sign up for the school's newly opened soccer club. 

A friendly smile greeted you as you reached the front of the line. 

President Mikage Reo was what his nametag read.

He grinned from ear to ear as he handed you a pen and form to fill out. "You new 'round here? How come I've never seen you before?" he asked curiously. The boy seemed well-groomed, with his hair tied up in a distinct hue of.. purple?

"It's my first week here, I just moved from Kiyoshi High." you replied politely, looking up from the piece of paper. “Ah, I see—wait, did you just say Kiyoshi High?” he perked up. 

“Yeah..” you trailed off. “The one by Seven Eleven. Ring a bell?” 

“Isn’t that an all-girls school? Wait, don’t tell me you’re..”

His eyes widened in bewilderment as you gave him a nod, brows furrowing as awkward silence fell over you both like a curtain. 

“It’s all good, Mikage. I get that all the time,” you reassured, slicing through the quietness with a slight chuckle. You could tell he didn’t mean for it to come out like that with the way the tips of his ears burned red.

He snapped out of it at the mention of his name. “Ah—I’m sorry for not introducing myself earlier, how rude of me..” he admitted sheepishly. You noticed almost immediately that the way he spoke sounded way too formal for a teenager. 

Probably a rich kid thing, you assumed. 

“And please, just call me Reo.” he held out his hand for you to shake. “Not a huge fan of the last name thing.. and you are?” 

“Y/n, and me neither. Pleased to make your acquaintance, President Reo.” You greeted him in a mocking tone, obviously poking fun at his over-the-top way of speaking. He giggled at your weak attempt to match his formality as his clammy hand met yours in a firm grip. 

You let go and handed him the now complete form in which he accepted with a satisfied grin. 

“Tryouts are at five sharp..” 

He paused, hesitating. 

“It’d be really cool to have a girl on the team, ya know.” he said, sincerity evident in his voice. You seriously thought he was about to poke fun at you or make a snarky, maybe mildly sexist joke towards you—but the tone in his voice indicated that he was truly genuine. 

In every other soccer club you’ve joined (or more like tried to join), they’d take one look at you and deem you incapable. Reo seemed like he was actually willing to give you a chance. 

“See you out there, yeah?” he asked.

“You bet.” you replied enthusiastically. 

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5:00p.m. rolled around in the blink of an eye.

The hallways of Hakuho High bustled with students and teachers alike. Your grey cleats clacked against the floor with every step you took, bag hanging off your shoulder as you brew with anticipation.

Amidst all the excitement, you’d forgotten something really important. 

You fell flat on your face in the middle of a busy hallway, and the culprit? 

“Stupid laces.” 

You hissed in pain, attempting to pick yourself up from the hardwood floor before feeling a gentle tap on your shoulder. As you turned around, your gaze landed on a white-haired student crouched behind you. 

“Excuse me, you dropped this.” The mystery boy handed you a bottle of iced lemon tea that you had been saving for after you finished tryouts. Despite his kind gesture, your eyes were too fixated on the fact that he was wearing a monochrome-coloured Hakuho jersey instead of the usual uniform to notice. 

Your train of thought came to a halt the moment he spoke again. 

“It probably fell from your bag when you tripped.” he added, slipping it into the open side pocket of your bag. His dishevelled hair was the prettiest shade of snow, a stark contrast against the gray of his eyes which now blinked at you in quiet confusion.

“Sorry!” you apologised, snapping out of your trance. “Wasn’t looking at where I was going.”

He helped you off the ground, turning around and mumbling a faint “all good” before walking off. The back of his jersey came into view now that his back was turned towards you. 

“Wait—Nagi!” you blurted out before you even had time to think. 

He stopped in his tracks, glancing over his shoulder as he watched you scurry towards him. 

“Oh, it says your name on your jersey. Promise I’m not a stalker or anything.” you chortled, putting both your hands up jokingly. The boy, whom you now knew to be Nagi, shot you a deadpan look as he stood in front of you like a sim. 

Well, this had been sufficiently awkward.

“I was meant to ask—are you part of a club?”

There was a heartbeat of silence as he blinked slowly. This Nagi guy was seriously starting to remind you of a sloth. 

“Yeah, soccer.” he replied flatly, as though answering anything more complicated might’ve taken too much energy. Your face lit up at the remark. Something about his answer gave you a strange sense of familiarity. 

“Me too! You trying out?”

“Yeah,” he muttered, scratching lazily at the back of his neck. “Reo said he’d give me a hundred bucks if I do.”

You didn’t know what else to say. There was something about his bluntness that made him oddly endearing. The way he casually assumed you’d know Reo like it was the most obvious thing in the world cracked you up. Without thinking, you hooked your arm around his neck in a loose, friendly gesture. 

He didn’t pull away. 

“Come on, then.” you said with a grin. “There’s a sweet wad of cash waiting for you at the field!” 

He didn’t say a word, just let you take the lead as he trailed behind in a silence that somehow felt easy. The kind that didn’t need to be filled. There had been moments in your life when words only got in the way and silence said exactly what it needed to. This felt like one of them.

Seishiro Nagi seemed to be more than what he let on. 

lovely divider by @v6que <3

[rieamena]

life update: two hot men are in love with me and my mind is screaming polyamory!!

an extremely self indulgent tsukasa x reader x ryusui

word count: 2k

contains: smut lol..., unfinished work, drinking, the beach, ???? i'm bad at listing these idk

riea's comments: i was writing this for like two days and then i didn't feel for it anymore that's why its unfinished and you can tell it is because i gave up at the end and just described it with minimal words. got reminded of WHY i don't write smut lol i hate it..., sticking to fluff and suggestive content thank you! a work of third year is not the charm

you couldn't help but moan in delight at the stretch of ryusui's cock prying you open, he's big. and from the look of tsukasa's length ramming into ryusui's mouth, so was he. fuck, what was even happening right now? you've sobered up, all of you did. so let's try and remember how we got here.

the sky was that kind of blue that could only exist after the end of the spring semester, a sky born of collective exhaustion and the blissful rush of freedom. the sun had started to dip below the horizon, painting the clouds gold and bruised pink, reflecting off the surface of the ocean. the smell of saltwater mixed with charcoal from the grill yuzuriha and taiju were tending to in the distance. music floated lazily through a bluetooth speaker, mostly drowned out by laughter, splashing, and the soft clink of cans. kohaku had been next to you until just a few minutes ago, before chrome beckoned her toward the water to help him collect seashells for ruri, leaving you on the oversized towel. you softly laughed to yourself, watching as two blobs in the distance—that were so obviously senku and gen—tried to make something out of whatever materials the green one could find on the beach. nothing could be better than this: spending time with your friends in a villa with a private beach because one of those friends is absolutely loaded. what did you do in your past life to deserve this? maybe you were issac newton, or you invented the wheel, or even better—you made sliced bread! you finished up the rest of your beer, wondering if you should call senku over to collect your two empty cans; he could use the aluminum to build… whatever that is.

an unmistakable weight drops next to you, his arms immediately wrapping around your figure. "hello to you too, tsukasa." he just nudged himself closer to you, as if he wasn't as physically close to you as possible. "i did it," he started, continuing when he could practically imagine the ? look on your face. "i found a school and a teacher that'll allow me to shadow and be a student teacher." you practically flew off of him, holding his shoulders tightly, "wait that means—" tsukasa nodded, "yes, i'm one step closer to getting my license." and you're back on him again, chest smooshing against his bare one, smiling and giggling as you showered him in your praise. tsukasa held your hips tightly—definitely not resisting the urge to go lower—and smiled as he tried to distract himself from the fact that your tits were right in his face and your pussy was mere centimeters from his hardening dick. 

"having fun without me? ah, that hurts you know."

fuck. now ryusui is here and tsukasa internally groans when he finds himself growing even harder. the image of ryusui soaked from spending time in the sea, a small towel flung around his neck collecting stray droplets of water from his hair, and a can of beer in his hand wasn't the best for poor tsukasa's heart. he hated ryusui. tsukasa hated ryusui and his pretty face and sexy body and his stupid personality and how he could just talk about what he wanted brazenly. "you guys know it's my desire to be passed between you two and here you are, forgetting all about me." ryusui sighed, taking a seat on the towel, his expression full of feigned sadness. "oh, shut up." you peeled yourself off of tsukasa, crawling over to the space between the two men. tsukasa let out an inaudible whine when he no longer felt your skin against yours and then let out another one when he saw that your plush bikini clad ass was right in front of him, practically begging him to worship it. 

but he sat up instead, opting to watch you and ryusui engage in conversation, his eyes raking over both of your bodies. you could tell ryusui's eyes were on you but they weren't on you. following his gaze, you promptly covered that area with your hand. "why're you staring at my neck?" ryusui lifted his hand to softly meet your face. "cause it's pretty, just like the rest of you." he hummed in response, his hand lifting your jaw, gaze now focused on the man behind you, "you're thinking the exact same thing as me, tsukasa. am i wrong?" tsukasa hadn't realized he'd been staring until he got caught. he just nodded and inched closer to you both. what was he supposed to do when ryusui already saw him ogling not just you but him as well? tsukasa pressed a soft kiss to your temple, humming against your skin.

"may i?"

"may we?"

at the sound of that sweet three letter word, tsukasa latches onto your neck like he's been waiting years to kiss and suck you there and ryusui takes the other side, your neck quickly getting covered in spit and sloppy kisses. you hold back a moan, feeling heat pool between your legs. ryusui's hand finds itself cupping your breast, thumb rubbing against your clothed nipple while tsukasa's toyed with your thighs and waist. you were suddenly quite conscious of how much skin you were showing but the two men reassured and worshiped you with their mouths and fingers.. 

the lowest groan known to man travels from tsukasa's spit slicked lips and right into your ear and ryusui bit your neck hard as your hands grabbed at their clothed dicks. "hm, pretty girl? you want it? you want us?" tsukasa whispered, wanting to wash the taste of sin on his tongue with your wettening cunt.

"yes! please just—"

ryusui took your lips in a dizzying kiss, moving his hand down to rub your core through your bikini bottom, "that's all we need to hear."

the three of you managed to enter the villa and slip into one of its unused rooms unnoticed, hands still roaming each other's bodies. as soon as the door closed and was locked, ryusui wasted no time to be on you again; he pressed your back to the door, kissing your mouth with the same hunger he'd kissed your neck with. his hands tangled in your hair, tugging gently as his tongue slid against yours. you whimpered, already breathless. tsukasa managed to squeeze between your body and the door, the warm flesh of your ass teasing his achingly hard cock. he moaned when you rocked your hips, feeling it ripple and bounce on him. "mmph, yeah." tsukasa leaned his head back, fingers making quick work of your bikini top, releasing those soft pillowy breasts of yours and taking them into his large hands. he pushed and prodded the flesh, squeezing your nipples between his index and thumb causing you to moan into ryusui's kiss.

your feet were off the floor and you gasped as ryusui carried you over to the bed—his mouth now on your chest—and sat you on the edge before releasing himself from your body with a pop. both him and tsukasa shared a look before kneeling in front of you, not fully bare but definitely vulnerable. an unreadable smirk plastered itself onto your face and you stood up, shimmying the last of your thin swimwear off and keeping the fabric in your hand. the wall between their love filled gazes and your flower had fallen and they took their swim shorts off as well, cocks springing free and oozing precum. a giggle escaped you when your swim bottoms hit tsukasa's face, your hand staying in its flinging position. the man before you sniffed where your hot sex lied for the past few hours and let out a pornographic moan, shoving the intoxicating fabric into ryusui's face so he could see how sweet you smelled.

however, ryusui didn't get to bask in your scent for long due to tsukasa grabbing his neck with a single hand and crashing his lips onto his. their mouths moved in tandem and you didn't even notice tsukasa's hand snaking down to grip at ryusui's length until you heard the other mewl. "fuck, tsukasa. you're so hot. i need you—hah mmmh—need you both so bad." tsukasa let go of ryusui, grabbing his own member and placing it against the blonde's, hissing at his welcoming warmth. he wrapped a hand around both of their dicks, mixing their fluids. tsukasa's hand moved agonizingly slow, a bead of spit dropping from his lips and onto the kissing cocks beneath him—even though they were already considerably lubed up with their natural slick. you'd already laid down on the bed, legs still hanging over the edge and mind filling with the sensual whimpers and groans of the two hottest men you know. you didn't dare touch yourself, you had a feeling  you'd be in trouble if you did. 

"faster! faster—!" ryusui moaned, thrusting his hips up in an attempt to get more friction. tsukasa stopped him with a bite to his collarbone before wrapping where your desirable cunt met swimwear against their frottage, pace significantly quicker than before. "you like that, baby? this fast enough for you?" ryusui nodded feverishly at tsukasa's words, body trembling from being just a few thrusts away from spilling his seed. "d—don't stop, 'kasa! i'm so close, please! i'm almost there—i'm—i—" ryusui shook hard as his pretty dick shot out its first load of the night, his groans matching with the sight perfectly. his voice got higher and higher when you heard sucking sounds, "fuck, baby. ah~ you're gonna break me before we've even started," ryusui shut his eyes tight, feeling his way to tsukasa's hair and forcefully pulling it off of his shaft, "if you wanna eat so bad, we've got a perfect pussy ready for us… let's not make our princess wait any longer."

with ryusui on your left and tsukasa on your right, they both took a leg and began kissing and nipping their way up to your throbbing cunt and you screamed in pleasure when you felt your pussy spread and their lips attached to it with fervor, "so fuckin wet for us already." "don't wanna come up from this pretty pussy ever, she tastes so good." you didn't even have time to question how both their heads fit down there when a finger and a tongue slipped inside of you, forcing your back to arch off the bed.

your string of curses blended with the slurps and squelches that filled the room as both ryusui and tsukasa made out with your glistening pussy, "fuck—fuck yes!"

-> you riding ryusui and tsukasa's cock in ryusui's mouth and he's just moaning around it, swirling with his tongue, treating tsukasa so good

-> tsukasa fucking ryusui and ryusui eating you out, not caring about tasting his cum on his tongue

-> tsukasa getting corrupted (hes giving you backshots on the floor ,,, ass slapping!!!,,, while sucking ryusui's dick. yeah hes pussydrunk and cockdrunk, you force yourself off of his big member to rub his cock with your tits and ryusui gets on his knees to suckle on his tip. as soon as you can tell tsukasa is going to come, you shove your tight heat right back on him and tsukasa comes hard. you both don't stop despite his pleads, torturing him into overstimulation. he orgasms again soon after.)

-> ryusui makes love to you in classic missionary bc i spend my nights with him and i know he loves a good missionary. makes you squirt while tsukasa is jerking his cock and making out with you

-> end with stacked fucking (tsukasa takes ryu, ryu takes you)

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[what-eats-owls]

are you able to say why rootbound got pushed back to july 2026? the tangled fandom is so excited for it lol!

I'm so glad to hear y'all are excited, I am too!! As a professional gossip-hound, I am sad to report the delay is nothing juicy—the short answer is there were some business shuffles with Disney's publishing arm that led to a LOT of books getting rescheduled. For the folks who want the nitty-gritty, I'll drop that under the cut!

So the unsung wheels of publishing are printing (the process and logistics of printing thousands of copies of one (1) book at time) and distribution (the process of moving enough copies from the printer to various bookstores to meet demand.)

There are a limited number of mass printing facilities worldwide, and hundreds of books published every year, so that alone means publishers have to schedule their books to go to print far in advance. Factor in shipping (especially if the books are printed overseas), authors running late, books being "crashed" (the publisher pays a LOT to skip the queue so a book can sell ASAP), the chaos of tariffs impacting material costs.... the further out you can schedule, the better.

Now distribution, that's its own set of logistics. And it's not unusual for a publisher to actually contract with another publisher to handle their distribution—for example, Bloomsbury has been distributed by Macmillan for a while, at least in the US. It just costs less to pay Macmillan to share services than to try to set up and manage their own distribution. Similarly, Disney Publishing had a distribution agreement with Penguin Random House, where PRH's distribution systems also handled Disney books.

Emphasis on 'had'!

This past May, PRH and Disney announced a HUGE licensing deal. This means instead of JUST handling distribution, PRH would be taking over the entire process for all the titles they'd licensed, editorial, printing, you name it, for the Disney tie-in books. But as you can imagine, that means hiring more staff to handle the additional load for editorial, marketing and publicity, production, etc. It also means they need to figure out where and when to print all these books, and also WHEN they can release them for best impact.

On the author side, we could tell there was some sort of shakeup in the works as far back as last fall, because huge layoffs were hitting at every level. My editor Flannery put in a herculean effort to make sure I got the last of my substantive editorial notes before she was let go. As a result, Rootbound is more or less done! The final stage remaining is called pass pages, where the text is laid out in a PDF as it'll look in the book, and I do a final read and make any cosmetic tweaks. Then it ought to go to print!

You might be reading this with some degree of horror at how little control it seems I have over this process, but frankly, that is typical of publishing. Stuff gets announced and changed for books all the time, and it's not a reflection on the work, it's a reflection on an unpredictable market with a lot of variables. Here are a handful of reasons I've seen release dates changed:

A major bookstore selected it for a monthly book club

A major book box would do a special edition, but for a different month

A major retailer would order a SIGNIFICANT quantity of copies up front... IF the release date was changed

To sync up with the release of a UK edition

Wanting more time to pitch a book for things like book club picks, special editions, retailer buy-in, etc.

The author is running extremely late and/or turning in an unprintable manuscript

COVID! Just covid.

The publisher acquired a different book they a) think will compete for the same market and b) sell better, so they give the new book the more favorable release date

The publisher has beef with the author and has scheduled the book for a terrible release date on purpose (not me, and I will not elaborate)

So all in all, I'm happy for Rootbound's delay to be for utterly boring reasons, haha. While I would have loved for it to go out into the world sooner, it gives PRH's team more time to make the most of the launch. And honestly, having release dates shift on me quite a bit, this may not even be the final change. All I can promise is I'll keep you updated as best I can!

(Before anyone asks, I do not currently know of any special editions planned, that doesn't mean there won't be any, but if there are, I won't be able to talk about them until they're announced!)

[mintbees]

one thing about living in a hotel is that sometimes someone decides to upload a massive file or something like it and it makes the wifi do this fun trick where i have wifi. unlimited wifi. but no wifi.

[triglycercule]

Thoughts on mtt

they should travel the multiverse together and see and experience a more peaceful life than all of them ever have (⁎˃ᴗ˂⁎)

also they should get to gnaw at each other like rabies infected dogs 🧡🙏

[cels-not-so-secret-love-affair]

femme fatale (marylily)

a/n: it’s actually been three hundred years since i’ve last put anything up here 😭 cruel thing is i’ve literally had this finished for ages i just couldn’t be arsed to post it xoxo anyways here have sapphics!! titled with the intent of referencing the tvu song <3

The redheaded regular is back. Mary’s eyes flick to her instinctively as she walks in, drawn to her before she can even register what she’s doing. She looks gorgeous, as always. The dress she’s wearing is slim fitting and green, the contrast between the colour of the fabric and the deep scarlet of her hair sharp in a way that almost forbids you from directing your attention elsewhere. Mary follows her with her gaze as she walks to the bar and shrugs off her jacket.

Later on, during a brief and precious moment of downtime, Mary finds her again. She’s sat at a table now, alone, her book lying discarded to the side as she sips her margarita. She’s on the hunt. Mary’s got her M.O figured out completely by now. She enters, sits down, reads for twenty minutes or so, then starts searching. Her eyes scan the room analytically, all business, flicking acutely from face to face. Mary leans back against the wall where she’s stood behind the bar and follows suit. Recently she’s taken to playing a little game - figure out which one the pretty redhead’s going to go for before she makes her move. It’s something of a race between them. Maybe him, she thinks, catching sight of a man sat a few tables away. He’s her type, Mary reckons. Good dress sense. Nice smile. Dark hair. I’ve got dark hair, she muses to herself. Not that that’s relevant or anything.

The redhead proves her right about two minutes after she makes the guess. She starts her game. Mary’s noticed her play it. It begins tame enough. She’ll shoot a few glances over at his general direction, not even at him to start with, just his way. After a while he’ll notice it, feel her eyes on him, and turn his head to look for them. Then he’ll see her - see her freckled shoulders, see how the fallout from her glitzy eye makeup shimmers delicately on her cheeks, see her careful fingers lift her glass to her glossy lips. By then, most men are hooked. For the rest of the evening she’ll flirt with her eyes. Direct her gaze at him like a doe until he goes to meet it, at which point she’ll divert her attention back to the swirl of her drink with a coy smile before he can catch her looking at him. After a few rounds of that, she’ll let him have a win. Just one, to keep him playing. He’ll try to ambush her and she’ll let him have a few seconds of direct eye contact, pretend as if she doesn’t know exactly what she’s doing. She’ll act a little embarrassed. Giggle even. Then, if she’s feeling bold, wink at him before she looks away. After that it’s right back to the chase from before.

The game tonight is going well, Mary thinks. The bloke’s clearly interested in her and she seems to fancy the look of him well enough for now. Any moment now then. Mary’s right again, for it’s at that moment that the pretty redhead pulls out a pen and a notebook from her tote. She uncaps the former, rips a page out of the latter, then sets them both down whilst she goes about rummaging for her lipstick. Once she’s found it, she reapplies it thickly, using her phone as a mirror, then brings the loose piece of paper up to her lips to kiss. When she pulls it away the memory of her pout is captured sweetly in the middle of the page. The red of her kiss stands out salaciously from the white. Picking up her pen, she quickly scribbles her number below it in neat, deft strokes, before signing it with two self-assured x’s for good measure. Mary watches her fold the note up and pack away the rest of her stuff and feels a strange and unreasonable twinge of disappointment unspool in her chest. He’s a very lucky man, she thinks.

She really should be getting back to work by now, but she’s been spying practically since the pretty redhead walked in and she decides she’s going to see the interaction through. She follows her as she gets up from her table and slings her bag over her shoulder. Watches as she walks towards the man’s table. Sees her nod to him, reach out to pat his cheek, and… walk right past him.

‘Hello.’ Huh.

‘Hi. Did you want to… order anything?

‘No, thank you,’ the pretty redhead says, leaning over to smile at Mary brightly. ‘I’m Lily. This is my number.’ She sets the piece of paper she’d folded up down on the bar and pushes it across to her.

‘Mary,’ says Mary, still doing the maths in her head to make the facts of her current situation compute.

‘Mary. I like it. Contact me, then.’

‘Hm?’

‘Well, I’ve made you wait long enough, haven’t I?’ Lily says. ‘Unless I misread the situation and you’re not into me, after all.’

‘I’m into you,’ Mary replies immediately. ‘Very into you. I’ll call.’

Lily smiles again, a gorgeous thing, pleased and earnest and true. The faintest hint of a blush has risen in her cheeks. For a fleeting moment Mary rather thinks she’d like to make her smile like that everyday for the rest of her life.

[killjoy-prince]

So I'm playing this game on my tablet, which means I have everything graphic related set to the lowest possible setting to ensure the game runs with as little lag as possible and it's worked out for the most part but sometimes the game will try to communicate something with the in-game graphics and it makes me laugh

Like near the end of the Xianzhou quest line, we go to Scalegorge Waterscape, and we see this statue of Imbibitor Lunae and someone's like, "Look at this statue. Doesn't it remind you of anyone?" and

I don't know, chief. Could be anyone. Could be Skott for all I know. Looks like an unfinished sculpture to me. What do you think, spiky Dan Heng?

Got any idea who this statue could be depicting bc I haven't got the slightest clue

[the-s1lly-corner]

idc its easier for me to send everyone all at once if your eyes hurt so much than womp womp

And I do not care if it is easier for you when it causes physical strain and pain on my eyes. Going forward I will not acknowledge submissions that do not abide by the one character per sub rule. I will not wreck my sight further for someone else's selfishness.

[orcelito]

LARPing as a productive and clean adult is Going Well! Cleaned and set up the cat food/water station, then cleaned their litter box (and even SWEPT afterwards!!!!). Also brought in all the new stuff, & the dishes r set aside for now, but i went and washed all the towels... and FOLDED them after!!! And for the kitchen towels I bought, i even set one out in the kitchen!!! Hung on the handle of the oven like a normal person!!!! I may even dry my hands after using the kitchen sink instead of just letting them drip dry or wiping them on my clothes!!!!!

Having in-unit laundry is helping a Ton honestly. While my previous apartment had the laundry room in-building and it was next to my unit so I didnt even have to walk far for it, I still had to worry about quarters and all that business. And about grabbing my clothes from the washer and dryer as soon as they were done. It was an entire Production every time. But now, I can just toss some shit in the wash and get to it when I get to it. Still don't want it to sit for more than a few hours at the most in the wash, but theres still wiggle room!! And i did a 2nd load for blankets, put them in the dryer... and now im in bed!! Blankets still in the dryer, bc it doesnt matter!!! I will fold them tomorrow and they can stay in there for now. And since I don't have to pay per cycle, if my clothes arent entirely dry after the cycle ends, I can just put them in for a little bit longer!!!! No longer have to fucking hang dry my clothes on my bathroom shower curtain rod the rest of the way!!! Dry clothes every time!!!!!!

It's freeing. It makes it a lot easier to Do Stuff. And it's really really nice.

[scumtrout]

I am a simple creature. I see a logging truck on the motorway, and I give it a wide berth due to final destination 2.

[gaminegay]

As if I'm gonna let the skull noodles tell me what to feel

[may8elle]

small preface: one of my goals this year is to write a lot more, so I've been doing (near) daily writing prompts since the 1st-- i won't be posting everything, but some of my prompts i kinda want on my blog, so!! that's what this is!! also this is NOT part of a larger fic and is in NO WAY directly connected to anything specific!! with that out of the way-

Prompt: Cherry Written: 05 Jan, 2025 Pairing: Sam (Stardew Valley) x Luci (OC) Word Count: 1,320 (is sfw, don't worry<3)

Sam was nothing if not observant.

He kept an eye on his mother and her mood, trying to ensure the already fragile enough woman didn’t encounter the straw that would break the camel’s back. Having to raise a son and house another while her husband had no guaranteed way home wore on her more than she tried to let on, and Sam did his best to make sure it never became too much for her.

He kept an eye on his brother and his lessons. He made sure his brother had the best childhood he possibly could, even with his father gone, and tried his best to deal with his tantrums so their mother didn’t have to. Vincent wasn’t too much of a handful, but he was still assisting to raise a child well before he wanted to do anything of the sort.

Even his friends.

He paid close, close attention to Penny, keeping a protective eye on her tumultuous home life and situation with her mother. He paid close attention to Abigail, trying to make sure she wasn’t going to blow up on her overbearing parents. He paid close attention to Sebastian, trying to make sure he didn’t hole himself away from the world permanently and become a hermit that would never again socialize.

And when the bubbly blonde farmer crashed into his life with all the force of a semi-truck going over a hundred miles an hour on ice with no brakes… He paid close attention to her, as well.

She was scarily good at hiding her true feelings.

But she was also incredibly easy for him to read.

Simple, in her complexity.

Sam watched Luci lean over the pub table to move her figurine further down the board Sebastian had set up while he waited. They were in the middle of a run of Solarion Chronicles: The Game and had decided to come to Gus’ to do so, if only so they weren’t interrupted by Robin. She had already warned them that she’d be working on a new project, so they had moved their tabletop game to the saloon.

“Two pumpkin spice lattes, a joja cola float, and an oolong tea,” Gus counted off as he sat the large drinks on the counter in front of the blond. “Are you sure you didn’t want any snacks…?”

The musician opened his mouth to respond, but paused.

Luci had been talking a lot about her dehydrator…

He pursed his lips while the thought took root.

Gus smiled, and his mustache smiled with him. “...Did you think of something?”

“Have you gotten any of those dried fruits…?”

Back at the table, Abigail finally looked up from the board to squint at where the tallest of their group just kept talking with the barkeep. Not entirely unusual, but just enough for her to grow suspicious. “…He went to get us drinks, what’s taking him so long? Gus isn’t ever this slow.”

“Could be putting in a pizza order,” Sebastian suggested. He only seemed to be paying half an ear of attention, though, as he continued tallying current character totals on his paper. “You know his stomach is a black hole, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was getting something to eat.”

“I wouldn’t mind something to eat, honestly,” Luci admitted. “I just don’t know how he eats so much pizza. My stomach would collapse.”

“Black hole,” Sebastian reiterated, a bland yet sarcastic twinge to his tone.

Abby nodded and leaned against her elbows on the table. “A black hole he loves filling with the most trash ass junk food imaginable.”

With a barely noticeable lopsided grin, the keyboardist off-handedly asked, “How much you wanna bet he got himself a joja cola?”

“He got it from Gus, not the vending machine,” the violet haired lass reminded. “Otherwise, I would have bet something on it.”

“I’ll still bet dinner that he got one,” the blonde waved her hand his way. “I bet he got a cola float.”

“Oh, good point,” Abby conceded. “He did go for caffeine… But that still doesn’t explain what’s taking him forever now— oh there he comes.”

The trio looked up at Sam as he oh so carefully carried an entire tray over to their table, obviously doing his best to not spill the full glasses. Abigail quickly got up to rush to his side and help him bring it over without splashing anything. Sebastian and Lucina quickly moved some of their game related things out of the way to make room on the table. 

“Pumpkin spice lattes for y’all,” Sam said aloud as he passed his bandmates their drinks. “An oolong tea for Lu,” he winked at her when he passed her the large cup, and she blushed faintly from it. “And a joja cola float for myself.”

Sam missed the way Abby's smile got incredulous.

“Told you,” Luci said in a sing-song manner. Sebastian laughed in a knowing manner, while Abby's laugh was more from the gut.

His bicolored eyes narrowed at her, then at his laughing bandmates. 

She smiled innocently at him.

He let it slide.

Sam then grabbed the first bowl– filled with dried plums– and sat it in front of Sebastian, sat a bowl of dried purple mushrooms in front of Abigail, and placed a third bowl of dried cactus fruit in front of himself. All things they’d appreciate as easy to snack on munchies they could enjoy while playing.

And with a flourish, he placed the last bowl of dried cherries in front of Luci.

Her orange eyes glittered and shimmered like molten gold, her smile wide as she looked up at him curiously. “Snacks?”

“Snacks,” he agreed, a goofy and lopsided smile lifting the corners of his lips. “Thought you’d like some cherries.”

She briefly wondered if he’d just noticed her preference for the fruit, or if she was just that predictable. Her cheeks were pink and her smile was bright when she nodded at him, ignoring the thought for the moment. “I would, actually, yes. Thank you.” 

His bandmates certainly didn’t fail to notice how his chest puffed up oh so slightly, or how his lopsided smile grew that much more cocky and confident. When he sat down with a thump, his eyes were locked on the blonde humming happily as she grabbed one of the cherries.

Abigail and Sebastian shared a knowing, if exasperated, look, and her blue eyes rolled oh so dramatically when he answered with, “Anytime.” 

Sebastian snorted, and it finally made Sam turn and glare sharply at them.

Seb waggled his brows at his best friend, who seemed flustered and none too pleased at his wordless accusation.

“Oh! By the way, I healed you and Abby both with my actions when you left to get this,” Luci said, having remembered to fill the musician in on what happened when he left the table. “You should be back up to mostly full health.”

“Two points shy of it,” Sebastian agreed, the ghost of a smirk playing on his face.

“Good! We should have fewer issues with the Evil King, then,” Sam commented, eager to get all attention off his far too obvious crush on the woman he sat next to. “This should be a lot easier with Luci here to heal us.”

“With Luci here, yes,” Abby teased, her smile all too mischievous.

Sam narrowed his eyes at her this time.

“I’m just glad it’s going so well,” the blonde in question said with an airy, light laugh. “This is only my second time playing, and my first time all the way through.”

“You’re doing really well,” Sebastian praised. “I’m surprised you’ve picked up so quickly on it.”

“I do my best,” she smiled under his praise.

And she seemed to be the only one who missed the brief twitch of a frown that was Sam’s reaction– though he would vehemently deny any and all accusations of jealousy.

[f4y3w00d5]

me, serving customers, thinking:AM I SMILING TOO HARD AM I LOOKING FAKE DO THEY HATE ME

Me, out loud: Enjoy your meal :D

Them: You too!-

Them, mumbling: fuck-

Me, thinking: HAHAHAHAH THEY BLUNDERED WORSE THAN ME ALL IS GOOD

[gun-leg]

hi i found your blog through your gorgeous penguin arts that have been going around and i just wanted to stop by to compliment you on your art as a whole. i love your style so much idk how you do it but it straddles the line between simple and detailed in a way that gives your art a really sick elegance and ethereal-ness to it

anyways i hope you have a great day and i cant wait to see any future projects you share here :D

Thank you so much!! 💖💖 Very stoked that my stuff is giving off elegant ethereal vibes. The secret may lie somewhere in the fact that I'm insane and like to hone in on little details and only really like 2 brushes + I find I tend to render everything with a gem-like quality? I just like bling! But who knows! <3333 Glad you came for the penguins and are now sticking around for the whole kit and caboodle

[blueberryfruitbat]

Artist followers who use drawing tablets, What is a good drawing tablet you'd recommend in the 1-300$ range (payment plan-able)? My current tablet is an old Wacom Intuos from 2009 that has seen better days and while its still chugging along I kinda want to put the old war horse to rest as a backup and upgrade to something newer. Obviously needs to be compatible with windows 10 and fire alpaca but i think like 99% of of them are anyways.

[roakkaliha]

ok so, ive been having this issue on desktop tumblr where everytime i wanna reblog/edit/make a post/go on somebodys blog, it starts loading it but then just ends up in a blank screen n i have to refresh to get to the screen im trying to get to. has anyone else been having this issue? im using the stylus code that changes the layout to the old one, but as far as i can tell it happens even if i turn it off. ive tried turning off all my browser extensions too, but it wont stop.