#hap hazard

[gta-dave]

(Hap Hazard) https://soundcloud.com/hap-hazard-764757776/mix_2025-02-11_08-16-10-wav?si=966968af1039497284c4772599122ef0&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

[antirepurp]

i've been thinking about updating my slightly older sonic mod for frontiers since i now know how to actually work with materials and by extension mod over cyber sonic and tbh it would be cool to do that before june ends since that's when i originally published the mod, i think. im hoping i can just use a backup of the old model and edit that to reduce the tri count bc it's higher than it should be but i don't know if i want to redo the whole thing just to primary get new materials going

[hysterical-random-things]

Here's the second lineup for my bishops! This time you get to see how they dressed when newly indoctrinated/revived, them healed and their main Looks! With a bonus new Narinder (and girls) from when they were newborns/kittens.

Individual sets with all of them more similar to my lamb and Narinder posts will be going up the week after this!

more information/headcanons under the cut

All of the bishops have golden skull necklaces, but Shamura wears their's on the back of their head wrap and Kallamar's is Somewhere in all the folds of clothing

Kallamar is Narinder's clothing experiment dummy once they hash stuff out, and he's not willing to say no so he ends up looking a bit hap hazard

their main outfits are based on what they were ingame the most in my save my au, mystic robes for Shamura, jester costume for Kallamar, drinktender vest for Heket and the maid dress for Leshy

it takes a Very long time for them all to fix things and it doesn't help that once Narinder gets over avoiding them he goes full "customer service, politely dismissive, purposefully treating them like they are strangers who he doesn't have any history with". Let alone what they do and they others kinda don't know how to tackle that without it becoming Worse.

they never really “fix” things with Shamura though, and the others have a hard time accepting that.

no yellow cat for Leshy yet, he's currently just having a good time vibing. He gets along with Whean surprisingly well! this helps him fix things with Narinder a bit

my Narinder is probably closest to Kallamar after everything they have an understanding and he's the first that Narinder actually starts trying to fix things with.

Heket is dating Zepar, lesbian frogs

[heartpiratedrabbles]

His Hat

Prompt: Courtesy of @tsunderedonut: Imagine Law putting his hat on his shy, vulnerable S/O that's riding him for the first time.

NSFW

Trafalgar Law X Reader

You have confidence. You’re courageous. You weren’t self-conscience at all. When it came to your job. Being a mechanic for the Polar Tang was like a dream job for you. You stayed in the boiler room watching levels go up and down and you knew exactly how to fix any leaks or breaks that came about. You were ecstatic when the Surgeon of Death came to your shore so long-ago needing repairs and just so happened to see you’re value onboard the ship after fixing everything, eagerly packing your bags to join the crew.

           You were not, however, prepared for love. Despite being on the world for over 2 decades, you had only gone on one hap-hazard date that your friend had set you up on, and needless to say it ended up awful. The man flirted with your roommate right in front of you, and despite your naivety, even you knew what he was doing. Plus, with a few undesirable stalkers here and there, you decided dating wasn’t for you. And so, your short, non-existing love life had come to an end.

         That is until you joined the Heart Pirates. After getting to know everyone on board you realized your feelings for your captain burned like a wild fire. It was dangerous and weird, being completely new territory compared to what you have felt before. At first you had thought it was some ship-madness, you were warned by your captain/doctor when you arrived that it could take a while to get use to life on a submarine, even more so when they rarely surfaced. But as you went about your duties and getting to know the crew, you realized that your heart never beat that fast around the others, even so you tried to deny such feelings.

         You got close to Penguin as he often came to the boiler room for menial tasks and found more out about, your captain. Despite his cold, non-caring demeanor, he always made sure everyone was alright. And although he didn’t show it, he did enjoy the antics played by the crew. Although he demanded his alone time, he was just as often to be found in the rec-room watching as others drank or played a game. Penguin also clued you in that once a month Law joined in on any game of the crews picking to stay connected.

         And it wasn’t until you were drinking alongside Penguin, that he confronted you, “So you like Law huh?” He chattered out after taking a swig of his glass. You choked on what you were drinking, nearly spitting it out at his words, your face turning the brightest shade of red he had ever seen. “Jeez, blush any harder and the rest of your body won’t have any blood,” He had laughed out at your reaction.

         “What?!?” You practically yelled at him, you felt your body stiffen at the thought and you could hear Shachi in the background ask if Penguin was bullying you. “I don’t like anyone. Never have,” You tried to reason taking the last swig of your drink, you didn’t know the feelings of love. The uncomfortable, painful feelings of unrequited love that made you dumb in the mind and weak in your knees, stomach slightly queasy at the thought of someone.

         “Please, you only pay attention to my ramblings when I’m talking about him. No need to be shy Y/N,” Penguin grinned out before reaching over to fill your glass up again, “Just relax. Feelings aren’t going to hurt you.” You looked around to see if anyone else was listening in but other than Shachi glancing at you two from across the room, everyone else seemed occupied.

         The thought of sharing your life with someone, with Law of all people, everything from the simple hand holding to the fantasies of sharing a bed, going on small dates and being marked in one way or another. You shake your head violently to get rid of such things before downing your entire glass. “There’s no way Penguin.” You squeaked out not making eye contact with him.

         “Denile will get you no where Y/N. Just accept it, I didn’t realize you were such a virgin when it came to matters of the heart,” He laughed at your misery, and how your eyes fixed on a portion of the table in front of you.

         “I don’t have feelings Penguin! Feelings are messy squishy things that don’t make sense. I’m not stupid enough to let something I can’t control distract me from my life,” You pipe out quickly, grabbing the bottle from the man’s hands to take another swig. He smirked at you, unconvinced of your words, “Just because I sometimes think about him doesn’t mean anything!” You immediately stop, eyes wide as you look at Penguin, whose smirk has turned into a full toothed grin.

         “You’re right! Feelings don’t make sense. But you can’t stop them from happening,” He gleefully said, “Excuse me one second.” You watch as he stood up, “You owe me 20 Berries Shachi!” He yelled across the room while walking over to the grumbling crewmember.

         You slam your head against the table with a ‘thud’. Feelings. Sure, you imagined how it would feel like to have the captain by your side, to be able to capture his eyes and keep him for yourself. You held your breathe at such thoughts, that could never happen. Hiding your face in your arms, you heard Penguin return to his seat but you couldn’t look at him.

         Over the next couple of weeks, the pair would make quips and remarks of your crush if you were alone with them, instantly making you freeze like an ice cube. The prodding from them had made your feelings all the more evident to yourself and it had made it harder and harder to bury such fuzzy emotions. You weren’t the most social of person, but now you found it harder than ever to talk to anyone, the embarrassment and fear of them finding out about your unrequited feelings being too much for you to bear. The only time you’d be able to speak confidently is if it was about work, it was easy to avoid emotions when you had to think in facts and bury them with work.

         That is, until you noticed a particularly important part starting to show signs of breaking. Best to take care of it now than be in trouble later, you headed to your Captains office for approval to buy the new part. He hadn’t been expecting you but happily let you into his quiet office. You stood in front of his desk explaining the issue and how it’d be better to replace it now and he seemed to agree.

         But as you turned to leave, he called out, “Y/N-ya,” you stopped in your tracks. Had one of your maintenance reports not been up to par? You’re back still turned to him your mind was reeling at what you could have messed up but you were certain there was no way you would turn in half-assed work. And then, your mind suddenly stopped. Realizing where you were, who you were talking to. Your heart beating faster, cheeks turning slightly red. “I’ve noticed you’ve been avoiding me recently,” Law’s voice rang out in the room, his smooth deep voice, addressing you and not something to do with your job. “Did I do something wrong?”

         You pick your head up slightly at the last sentence, snapping around to face him head on, frantically trying to reassure that it has nothing to do with him, “I just haven’t been feeling well-“ You quickly pipe out not thinking of anything else as you could hear your heartbeat in your ears.

         Law perks up at your sudden excuse, immediately standing up, taking long strides to get to you quickly. A hand immediately going to your forehead, freezing at the sudden contact you feel your cheeks burn up, “You do seem to have a fever,” He muttered to himself before activating his powers to transport the both of you to the med bay. “Sit down real quick,” He demanded as he went to grab a stethoscope.

         It was hard to breathe. Here you were with a stupid school-girl crush, making your Captain worried over nothing. Yet you couldn’t quite seem to find the right words, trying to push off your illness as a quick thing that’d be gone soon. But Law would hear none of it. Quickly he listened to your heart, asking you to breathe in and out as you whine out that it’s truly nothing. It’s not until he places a hand on your back to keep you from shying away that he realized your heart beating faster at his own touch.

         He quickly glanced up at your face, that you were desperately trying to hide from him by staring at the far corner away from him. “Are you truly unwell Y/N-ya?” He firmly asked, demanding a truthful answer.

         And just like that your Captain found out your feelings for him. You rushed to your room the second you felt his touch leave you to ignore the rejection you refused to hear. And it wasn’t until the next day that Law had come to find you of his own accord, asking you out on a date the next time they reached land.

~~~

         That was months ago, 6 months to be precise. And ever since you had been dating the man in front of you. You still couldn’t believe it, it felt unreal. “It seems like your mind is elsewhere love,” He leaned up to give you a peck on the lips, gently taking your hands in his.

         You had decided to try and be forward yourself this time round, and couldn’t help but feeling like backing out now. You had certainly had sex before but it was never like this, not when the lights were still on, not when you could see his reactions. The simple fact sending your head reeling at how hot Law was underneath you.

         You had lured him back to his room, claiming you needed to talk to him. You had been slightly jealous of how he was talking to a bar maiden on land and immediately confronted him, only now losing your nerve. The second he stepped into the room you had slammed the door shut and pushed him on the bed, straddling him before you were going to ride him. But the second you got on top of him your mind started working again. This was also the first time you were truly on top of him, looking down at him, seeing how he stared back up at you with heat in his eyes. You cheeks become more red as you avoid his gaze.

         “What were you going to do now that we’re alone?” Law smirks while looking at you, no doubt enjoying how flustered you looked. He gripped your hips before jutting his own up into you. You fall forward, the movement snapping you out of your daze.

         “I. I was,” You try to stutter out as he lifts your shirt up, and you let him rip it off you, his eyes staring right into you. You look down slightly, still avoiding eye contact, “I was gonna remind you that your mine.” You whisper, embarrassed at the thought now.

         Law gleefully shifts, taking off his own shirt in the process, “And how were you going to do that?” He urges you to continue. Law enjoyed watching how flustered you could get, despite dating for a decent amount of time you still couldn’t control yourself in situations where he’s giving you all his attention. Looking down at him, you quickly cover his eyes with one of your hands.

         “No looking,” You whine out as you start to get off him, “You have to give me a second.” Law chuckles a bit but goes to move his hat, which had fallen a couple inches away when you pushed him, over his eyes, assuring you he won’t take a peek. After a quick second of making sure he can’t see you, you stand up fully.

         You look at the man in front of you before turning around, taking off your pants quickly, glancing over your shoulder just to be sure. Law decides humming will distract him in this situation. Frustrated at your playful boyfriend, you get to work on his pants, him lifting his hips slightly to help you undress him. His cock springing up as you release it from its cloth prison.

         Law lets you widen his legs as you kneel between them, stopping just inches away from his dick. You see movement from the corner of your eye and snap your head back up, “No peeking!” You yell out more embarrassed at your own actions than anything else. Law puts his arm back down, deciding to keep quiet for the time being.

         You take one more deep breath before you wrap your lips around him. Slowly bobbing your head up and down, covering his member in saliva. The salty taste of his precum making you go insane with desire. Your slow pacing doesn’t seem up to Law’s standards as he bucks his hips forward, making you gag in the process. You place both your hands on his hips to try and control your boyfriend, and while he didn’t stop entirely from pumping his hips towards your head, he was a little gentler.

         “Fuck Y/N-ya,” Law groaned out when you sat up, leaving his cock wanting for more. You looked up to make sure he still couldn’t see you and sighed when you saw the hat still in place. Readjusting yourself to now be sitting on him again you could hear him take a sharp breath. His throbbing cock in one hand, aiming it towards your entrance as you sink down on him slowly. It felt completely different than normal. You were in control, and every inch was touching you in places you didn’t think was possible. The pleasure already overwhelming.

         You try to hold in your own moan as you sink lower, feeling impossibly full as he bottoms out in you. You sit there for a second, hands on Law’s abs to steady yourself, holding your breath at this new pleasure you’ve discovered before grinding your hips, feeling him deep inside you. You finally remember to breathe after Law decides to thrust up into you, falling forward on his chest as he wraps his arms around you, pinning you to him. You gasp for air, moaning his name as he sets a brutal pace.

         “L-Law,” You moan out in frustration and you look up to see him shift his head to peek out from under the hat, with an absolutely devilish grin on his face.

He places a kiss on your forehead, “Yes love?” He thrusts into you again and you wiggle one of your arms free, prying yourself out of his arms to sit back up. Only to be met with another wave of pleasure at the different angle. You mind becoming empty of most thoughts as you hear the man below you chuckle. He reaches up taking his hat and placing it on your head, caressing your body before landing both his hands on your hips. You gasp a bit as he holds you down slightly, feeling him twitching inside you.

With some encouragement from his large hands, you start to ride Law like there’s no tomorrow. Barely being able to breathe yourself as he hits every sensitive part of you. Every now and then stopping to feel how full you feel with him in you. Tears brimming your eyes as your mind is flooded with pleasure and lust.

Laws eyes devour you, savoring every inch as he watches you bounce on him. Your head lulled back and forth; mouth hung open as you scream his name. His hat would be covering your eyes if you hadn’t been continuously pushing it up before going back to steadying yourself on him. The sight before him being a drug he never knew he was addicted too until you had come around. He feels you twitch around him and he stops his own thrusts, gripping your hips to stop you from moving any further.

“Law!” you scream out at the lack of movement, grinding your hips for any friction. He smirks up at you, not responding, watching as you desperately try to bounce despite not being able too. Law slowly raises his hips, holding your hips in the same spot, reaching deeper than before and it begins to feel like it too much. You cry trying to squirm, move, anything to help relieve the pressure that was making you insane. “Please Law,” you beg him to do something.

You can barely see his face underneath you, the hat falling over your eyes, but you’re certain Law has a smirk on his face as he ignores your pleads. Gasping for air you finally fall forward, gripping your boyfriends’ shoulders, “It’s too much- Please Law,” You beg into his chest trying to move even an inch over feeling how deep he is. How you can still feel him twitch slightly inside of you at every moan and plead. Making your mind numb from the overwhelming pleasure and pressure building up.

After a quick second, Law lifts your chin with one of his hands, the other still firmly planted on your hip, “You’re adorable Y/N-ya.” Law whispers it while staring right into your tear stained eyes, kissing you gently before suddenly flipping you over so that you are now on your back. How he stayed inside of you was a mystery but the feeling drove you insane as he hooking both your legs over his shoulders, pounding into you fast and hard.

You try to grip the bed underneath you to stabilize yourself before you looked up to see how Law was looking at you. The insatiable devil in front of you looking directly at all the faces you made as you continued to moan his name. The realization of what he was doing, angling every now and then and licking his lips as you twisted about, he loved watching you. You quickly grab the brim of his hat, pulling it over your face to avoid his gaze.

This brought about 2 different things in this intense moment. One was the immense and heavenly smell of Law’s hair, the shampoo he used that drove you crazy while you played with his hair, and the second being Law leaning forward, your legs still hooked over his shoulders as he continued to ruin you. Crying out as he stole your lips, shoving his tongue into your mouth while adjusting his hat to be properly on your head. “Don’t hide from me,” He growled out in desire before recapturing your lips.

You move your hands to wrap around his neck, deepening the kiss while one hand rakes its way through his hair and the other digging your nails into his back. You could feel your orgasm approaching quickly and you tugged at his hair to release your lips, “Law please. I want you to cum~”  

He leans down to leave marks on your neck as you scream out his name, “Are you ready?” He asks one last time into your ears and you can barely reply to him as pleasure is overfilling you. Law quickly following suit, slowing down only after you felt him fill you. The both of you stay there for a second, catching your breaths.

Law’s the first one to move, slowly pulling out and gently putting your legs down, knowing how they were numb at this point. You groan at soreness from being empty but can feel his seed slipping out of you. “This is dangerous,” Law smiles at you from his standing position as you stare at him, still on cloud nine.

“What is?” You mutter out, looking at him from half-lidded eyes.

He leans down close to you, giving a gentle kiss before peppering them down your neck to your collarbone, “You only wearing my hat. It’s absolutely hypnotic.” He breathes into your neck with lust still in his voice.

[loserabby]

more headcanons about the parent!verse aka everyone from my mom!abby fic cause i had too many thoughts about everyone while writing

you know those dads that rough-house too much with their kids, hang them upside down by their ankles, swing them around for ages until they finally put them down only for the kid to immediately fall to the floor? that's ellie and dina (to an extent). jesse has to use a stern 'mom' voice to get them to play more gentle.

the snowball fight scene in tlou2 with the kids? where they just absolutely annhilate the kids? yeah thats canon too. keep in mind jj is like 3 in this universe so they're pelting 3-5 year olds

abby isn't a paediatrician but she's stands in on all her friends kids doctors appointments in case they get scared. she gives them squishy sweets at the end cause she thinks lollipops are a choking hazard at their age (she's right)

ellie calls jj potato so much he once insisted his name was potato at daycare and teacher!reader had to try not to laugh when dina came to pick him up

manny is the resident fun uncle and the kids all want his attention as soon as they spot him. he holds their hands and lets them walk up him until they're up so high he flips them over.

abby's youtube recommended is so severely fucked from learning braiding that even when she learnt how to do the most intricate braids without needing to watch anymore tutorials, they still come up in her recommended. she'll never escape the braiding youtube tutorials

dina is the resident gossip mom of the class but it's ellie who manages to actually get a hold of the gossip, no one knows how but she does and she WILL let joel know too

teacher!reader doesn't put two and two together that owen is abby's ex-husband until maybe three months into dating. it's not a secret and abby genuinely thought you knew, it's only when she's showing her pictures of her and her dad that owen appears and abby casually mentions "oh yeah that was after we got back from our honeymoon". you might glare at owen for the next two weeks when he picks up his son from daycare on principle but otherwise are fine

SPEAKING OF OWEN AND ABBY'S MARRIAGE, they obviously dont celebrate their wedding anniversary but cause they ended on good terms they still send each other a card and gift on their divorce anniversary, like beers or an amazon delivery of whatever snack the other is liking at the moment. they dgaf tbh

yara sometimes will wake up around 10pm and walk her tiny self to the kitchen for a cup of water. if abby has fallen asleep on the sofa she'll wake her up with a simple "mama it's bedtime and that is not a bed" and then leave so all abby hears is the soft padding of her feet. if abby is in bed then she wakes up to find the empty cup left on the counter and the kids step still left out

the daycare teachers know way too much about the parents thanks to the kids unintentionally tattling on them. ellie secretly started smoking again? jj is in the home corner, pretending to put toy food in the oven with one hand and pretending to have a cigarette in his other. owen called in work pretending to be sick cause they wouldn't let him leave to go to mel's scan for baby n2? kiddo n1 sits happily happing to Y/N and Cat telling them all about how his daddy made it sound like he was 'really really sick' on the phone.

[mxrcurysb1tch]

Sun and moon combo observations!

DISCLAIMER: this is my personal opinion based on my observations and people I know irl. If you don’t agree then you’re entitled to your opinion but don’t come at me xo

Libra sun, Aries moon- Oh man you guys are DYNAMIC especially socially. You run with so many different circles and somehow still manage to remember everyone’s name and balance everything perfectly, You have about a billion hobbies and projects on the go. It’s quite admirable. You have your fingers in all of the pies. Very extroverted and a lot of fun. You can be a bit blunt at times but the Libra sun helps to smooth over the worst of it.

Virgo sun, Libra moon- You guys come off as serious and “put together” but to your friends you’re really just a giggly, smiley ball of energy. You rarely overindulge in things and you probably know your limits fairly well. You’re likely pretty popular and have many different friends because of your playful nature and inherent understanding of social rules. Despite being able to charm anyone though, you probably prefer hanging around with the “weirdos” rather than the popular kids, because after all they are more fun.

Aquarius sun, Capricorn moon- You have a unique but hilarious sense of humour. You’re probably fairly introverted but you’re pretty good at making small talk and being around people if needed. You probably don’t push the boat out far in terms of your fashion choices, preferring to wear black and dark colours, but the pieces you do choose always look very cool nonetheless. You’re interested in some pretty weird or unconventional stuff but you don’t dare show anyone. You’re probably pretty artistic and creative too and have a keen eye. You’re not much one for casual relationships and although you may appear hap-hazardous at times, you’re actually pretty careful.

Capricorn sun, Sagittarius moon- I’ll admit it, you’re pretty funny. You also appreciate other people’s humour even if it’s different to your own. Thing is, you’re not as misunderstood as you think you are. You’re actually pretty easy to read. You have a pretty good balance between being serious and having fun. Compared to other sag moon combos you’re not as much of an escapist but you are fairly conflict avoidant and can be quite difficult to deal with sometimes. Despite this though, you’re such a good laugh and deep down a good person that even if you act out a lot, people will still want to keep you around.

Gemini sun, Leo moon- You’re so unintentionally funny. Sometimes you may come across as annoying. You tend to live in the moment but you know how to be serious when it’s something that really matters to you. You do what you want, when you want to do it. You will talk to anyone about anything but sometimes you can be pretty elusive. You love a good party, a good time, anything to get yourself living in the moment. You can be pretty avoidant though and rarely admit to anyone when things aren’t going so well.

Sagittarius sun, Gemini moon- You’re a bit of a risk taker. You’ve probably ended up in the hospital a few times after doing something dumb. You have a kind of “everywhere all at once” type of vibe to you. Despite being super extroverted you probably, surprisingly, view yourself as quiet and awkward but this is not something that people see about you unless they know you very well.

[lewsnumerounofan]

party foul (jeremiah fisher x reader)

summary: so what if you're in love with your best friend, jeremiah fisher? one drunk kiss won't change anything. right?

notes: not biblically accurate conrad, teen drinking, kissing, 3k words, reader previously dated co**ad, angst/miscomm., not proof read at all

+ part 2

+ i never keep the same tense i'm so sooryim gooo fuckjuhnbsorry oh my god and dw abt the header image!!!!!! it's okay!!!!!

kissing jere was easy.

it was the first thing you noticed. how easy it was to let his lips slant over yours, to tilt your head back at the greedy request of his hands, to forget about the party and conrad and the house.

it was just him and the feel of his mouth on yours.

you hadn't expected this, to say the least. in fact, you'd been bracing for an awkward and mostly miserable night. ever since conrad and you had split back in june, things had been awful. the breakup had been bad itself--getting ditched at prom without explanation was one thing--but watching conrad get back with nicole a week later was even worse.

so you were pleasantly surprised with yourself when you decided to go to the fisher's goodbye party, despite whatever tension there might be between you and conrad.

if you were being honest with yourself though, you mostly had jeremiah to thank. you two had been best friends since childhood, but ever since his brother had broken your heart, jere had been there for you. all the time, really. he'd drive down on weekends to check up on you. and when susannah had gotten worse, you'd driven up to make sure he was eating and sleeping too.

so of course he'd been able to convince you to come stay, waving off your concerns about conrad. i want you there, he'd said. i really want you there. and so you'd come. you arrived late, tired from the hours of highway driving. already the house was packed with hap hazardously parked cars and drunk teenagers. the music was loud even on the warm streets outside, and you couldn't help but feel excited as you pulled your bag out of your car and started towards the party.

taylor was the one who opened the door for you. she launched herself into a hug, giggling and shrieking as you two swung around.

"oh my god. you have no idea how happy i am to see you," she yelled, dragging you into the crowded house.

together you fumbled upstairs, eventually breaking into one of the larger rooms. various assortments of air mattresses and water beds covered the floor. jere had called you as soon as they'd gotten back from the boardwalk about julia's suprise moving. it wasn't often you heard him so... defeated.

"you can drop your stuff wherever," said taylor, "but the one in the corner is jeremy's."

she didn't even bother to hide her grin as you slapped her arm. nothing, not even your best kept secret, made it past taylor.

"shut up. you can't say anything to him or i swear i'll kill you," you promised, only half joking.

"oh please. he hasn't stopped talking about you the whole trip. it's disgusting."

you tried not to smile at that--jere talked about you? i mean, he'd called you just about every day for the last few months. more, on days when things were hard. but still, you felt almost nervous at the thought of seeing him now. of what it might be like between you.

your thoughts were cut off by a shout of your name. running into the room was belly. well, not running--rolling.

"oh my god bell what are you wearing?" you asked. it was too late though, because she was wrapping you up in a wobbly, crushing hug.

"roller skates? duh? they're an old pair of susannah's," she said.

you'd missed belly. she looked fucking adorable in her little vintage number, and you hugged her again just because. over her shoulder you could see steven grinning, and conrad too. you waved to the later while steven strode over, ruffling your hair before taking your bag from you.

"long time no see, city-girl," he said.

"yeah yeah yeah. just be nice to my bag, okay? it's got some very delicate presents," you said. steven raised his eyebrows but did as you said, placing your bag onto the bed taylor had indicated earlier. jere's bed. taylor and steven met eyes and winked--uh oh. the last thing you needed was them trying to set you up with your best friend. your best friend who you're in love with, something inside you said. you tried your best to strangle it.

"hey."

this time it was conrad, who was sporting a pair of atrocious sunflower sunglasses on the top of his head.

"hey. i like the glasses," you said, doing your best to smile. it was weird to talk like this to him. you were so angry and embarrassed and sad because of him for so long, and now there was just... nothing. and it felt okay.

"uh, yeah. nicole--nicole got them for me."

he looked sheepish, blushing in a way that used to have you fawning. now you just did your best to nod, saying, "well, she's certainly got a good eye for fashion."

you were saved from the conversation by steven's cough. he stood by the doorway, impatiently waving you towards the party.

"cmon guys, can we hurry this up?"

"yeah, gimmie one sec," you promised. returning to your bag you pulled out the liquor you'd secured on your way there, the bottles heavy in your hands.

"see," you said, turning back to your friends, "presents."

-

downstairs was even louder than you thought it would be. belly had gone all out for the party--strobe lights blared in every room, a kegger was set up outside, and a dj (was that cam cameron??) was spinning in the living room. you had to admit it: you were having a good time. a really good time. except for, that is, one thing. or person, really. jere was nowhere to be found. he'd even missed out on the group shots you, steven, taylor, belly and conrad had downed first beside the pool and then by the kitchen. jeremiah never missed group shots.

a little more than drunk now, you pushed off from your spot on the counter to find your bestfriend.

"city-girl, where you going?" asked steven.

"i'm gonna go find jere. i haven't seen him since i got in."

"i'll come with you," a voice spoke up.

it was conrad, who looked between you and the floor nervously. you didn't miss the questioning looks that pass between taylor and belly. you shrug at them--a little nervous, but not enough to turn him down in front of all your friends.

"uh, yeah sure."

so you and conrad made your way back through the party, scanning couches and corners for jeremiah. by the time you hit the stairs you were both sweaty and annoyed. you had come all this way to see him, and all of a sudden he'd disappeared.

"he's not picking up any of my calls," said conrad, pulling his phone away from his ear.

"me neither," you admitted, letting yourself swing around the banister to sit at the bottom of the staircase. cautiously, conrad gestured to empty landing beside you.

"mind if i join?"

you nod, scooching over to make room. conrad looked bigger than last time you'd seen him. he looked stronger too. for a while after susannah died he'd looked like a corpse--pale and skinny and only half there. even you could admit you were glad to see him doing so much better.

"hey, look i didn't really tag along to search for jere," conrad said, glancing back at you. shocker.

"i uh," he cleared his throat, "i mostly just wanted to apologize. for how things ended. i know i messed up really bad and i wanted to say i'm sorry."

in the hazy blue and purple's of the dance floor below, conrad's steel-blue eyes were genuine. for the first time that night they held yours steadily.

"i was hurting, and let myself fall on you for comfort even when i knew you weren't who i wanted. who i needed. and it wasn't fair to you. i know that now, and i'm sorry it took me so long. i'm really, really sorry."

huh. you hadn't really expected that one either. but it was nice to hear him say those words. you liked conrad. he was a good guy who'd had a rough hand delt to him. and yeah, he hadn't done right by you. but like susannah had always repeated:

"no harm no foul," you said, and let yourself smile at him. he looked relieved as he smiled back, no doubt recognizing the reference to his mother.

"you're happy now, i take it? with nicole?" you ask.

"yeah. more than happy, actually. don't know what i did to deserve her."

you're happy for him, in that moment. really happy.

"what about you? you finally stopped messing around and admitted your feelings to jere?" he asked.

"huh?" you drop, mouth open. there's no way.

"what," he chuckled, grinning harder at your shocked expression, "like it's not obvious you two are crazy for each other."

you can feel the blush spreading across your cheeks now, stomach skipping at his words. so they all knew, you realized. does jere?

"he doesn't--you didn't tell him, right?" you said, panic rising.

conrad shakes his head, still looking amused.

"no, but he'd be a fool not to see it. you guys are perfect for each other. really."

"thanks, conrad."

and you mean it--it's been months of awkwardness between you. and now you just feel... good. you feel like you've got your friend back. so you lean over and hug him, letting yourself remember that before your fling you were friends, and returning back to it feels comforting and warm.

"thank you, for hearing me out. i'm glad we can be back to normal now," he said into your shoulder.

"friends again?" you ask.

"definit--"

"what the fuck?"

-

it's jeremiah. he stands at the top of the stairs, eyes wide. he's wearing the ariana grande merch you'd gotten him. he looks the same and yet--

and yet something in your chest fizzes and your stomach starts running circles as you look at him. you missed him. and not because he was your best friend.

"jere--it's not what it looks like," said conrad.

and then you realized he did look different. the jeremiah you knew was always grinning about some secret joke, or making fun of belly or steven. he never looked... betrayed like this. and he certainly never looked at you with disgust. with anger.

"what the fuck are you guys doing?" he asked again, but this time he didn't even look at you.

"nothing, jere. we were just talking," said conrad.

you cringed at his words. they might be true, but they sure didn't sound good.

"yeah, sure," laughed jere. you'd never heard him laugh like that. it made your skin prickle.

"c'mon, you know i'd never do that-" conrad started.

jeremiah was faster though. he was up in conrad's face in a second, pushing him into the wall. you'd never seen him like this. he wasn't an aggressive guy; even when the brothers fought it was never violent.

"don't fucking lie, con. you were just waiting to take her back weren't you? waiting until you knew it'd hurt me the most, huh?"

you felt his words viscerally, like they were being penned onto your skin. hurt him the most? it was the closest to a confession you'd gotten, but it all felt wrong.

by now, partygoers on the main floor had started to notice the commotion. people were pointing, some even starting to pull out their phones. great.

"jere," you called. he paused, bright blue eyes on you. even now, fighting with his brother, jeremiah looked beautiful. maybe you had had a bit too much to drink.

"jere, please let it go. conrad isn't a part of this," you murmured. though you didn't break eye contact, you could see his hands loosen around his brother's shirt in your peripheral. jaw clenched, he heeded your wishes, giving a final shove to conrad before breaking away. he walked quickly down the stairs and into the throngs of people below.

"jere, wait up!" you call, desperately trying to follow the broad shape of his back through the crowd. jeremiah didn't bother trying to accommodate your smaller strides, and you almost lost him a few times in the packed house.

"would you please slow down? jere," you said again. by now you were out of the house, dodging pool floaties and scattered drinks. the blonde made no indication of hearing you as he kept striding towards the beach.

"jeremiah!"

finally he whipped around. he still looked mad--the set of his jaw, the notching of his eyebrows--but under all of it, he just looked sad. you hated seeing him upset, and you hated knowing you might've been the cause of it.

"jere, please. what's going on?" you asked, this time softly. he was close to you now. you could see his heavy breathing, could smell the perfume he always wore.

"how would i know. you're the one who's looking all close with your ex--my brother--conrad," he spits. he swallows hard, like he's checking himself.

"it was always you and conrad. even when we were kids it was that way. i was stupid to think it could've been any different."

he turned away from you, gaze hard. oh, jere. you have no idea, you thought. it was him--how could he not see that? how could he really think it was conrad you cared about?

you couldn't deny it any longer: you loved jere. and you definitely weren't about to let him walk away thinking otherwise.

quickly, without letting yourself dwell on it, you grabbed jeremiah's hand. he turned back, eyes wide. and you kissed him.

kissing jere was easy.

it was the first thing you noticed. how easy it was to let his lips slant over yours, to tilt your head back at the greedy request of his hands, to forget about the party and conrad and the house.

it was just him and the feel of his mouth on yours.

and then everything was static. everywhere he touched you--the long, lean press of his body to your front, the sharp slide of his jawline under your palm, the firm press of his hands at your waist. every sense was filled with him and his warmth and the way he smelled.

you were gasping into the kiss, hyperaware of the small noises he made when you pulled on his curls. of just how tall he was, how much he had to lean down to hold you like this.

you barely broke away enough to say, "jere, nothing happened with conrad. we were talking about you-"

"don't care," he said, voice rough. because he was too busy lifting you onto one of the wooden boardwalk rails, muscled arms flexing in the distant party lights.

you barely had time to settle before he was kissing you again, sloppy this time, like he owned your mouth and wanted you to know it. you felt hot everywhere, as his hands pulled apart your thighs and he crowded his broad body into you.

you'd kissed once before for a game of truth or dare. it had been sweet and short, and you both had been teased about it for years afterwards. this was different.

wholly different, you realized, as jeremiah's lips sought out the hot skin of your neck. there was no place except where he touched you; the noise of the party, the lull of the waves on the beach, the quiet way he murmured against your skin.

"jere," you said, because there was no room in your mind for anything or anyone else. he hummed as his canines bit lightly at your ear. jere.

greedy for more, you took one of the tan, strong hands holding your face and brought it lower, lower until it rested over your frantically beating heart. jere had pulled away to watch your ministrations, cursing softly as his hand fell over your chest.

"you sure?" he asked, and his voice sounded hoarse.

"yeah, course jere. it's you."

something behind his eyes sparked at the trust you promised. it's always been you. kissing you once more, gentler this time, jere let his hand run up and under the vintage bathing suit top you'd stolen from your mom for the party.

skin on skin, jeremiah was soft and warm. he was breathing heavy as you as he felt you up. forehead to yours, gaze keen as he watched you pant and squirm.

"this okay?"

you could only nod, eyes drawn tight at the sensation. he kissed you again, his touch more confident as you clung to his shoulders.

you'd messed around with conrad a few times. it had felt good. fun, even. but he'd never had you reeling like this, never made you feel like everywhere he touched was fire. that feeling was reserved for jere.

and as his thumb circled your nipple and his teeth pulled at your lip, you realized you were burning and there wasn't anything you could do to stop it. best friend or not, jere was the only one who could make you feel like this. ever.

you pulled away from his mouth. he looked concerned, and you could feel him move his hands away from you.

"sorry if i..." he started, blue eyes near scared as he watched you.

"no, jere it's not that. it's, it's just that i-"

"hey, there's my man! where the fuck were you dude?"

it was steven. fucking steven. on his arm was taylor, who grinned manically when she saw your mussed hair and blushing expression. please not now, taylor. please don't mess this up any more.

but drunk as they were, the pair didn't notice your nervous expression. instead, steven laughed and said, "so did you finally tell her you're in love with her or what?"

-

jere's face dropped. whatever softness you'd shared moments earlier was gone. his mouth set flat, hands that had been mapping out your body now closed into fists.

"fuck you, steven."

taylor's eyes were on you now, finally recognizing the tears you tried to blink away. with a hand on his chest she held steven back, some wordless communication passing between them. if you hadn't been feeling your own heart break you would've been trying to tease them about it.

instead, you chased after jeremiah's retreating figure.

"jere, will you please listen!" you called. but he was stubborn--you knew this better than anyone. one more time you tried, shouting his name over the stupidly loud party.

he whipped back around, blue eyes sharp.

"just stay away from me, okay? why don't you go find conrad to wipe your tears," he snapped. for a moment, jere looked shocked at his own words too. but then he was shaking his head, tearing his gaze away from yours as he continued through the crowds towards the house. away from you.

and this time, as people collapsed into the space all around you, their yelling and singing drowning out even your thoughts, you knew there was no use calling for him.

[hazard-c-horror]

Spoiler for the new Eclipse and puppet show episode if you didn't watch it yet...

Knowing hazard can do the Same as he did..I got a question (your opinion on that matter)..

...um

Any idea of How did he do that?? The position ?/infection? They're made out of metal, Both of them...how do you just do that??

Doesn't eclipse already have an endoskeleton inside him as well?? No?

(not me also immediately thinking of Hazard when I saw that :3)

I saw some people on the comments saying book accurate Mimic. So that’s may just be a thing he can do?

Perhaps he can rearrange his form like a shapeshifter but not to the same degree? And then attach himself to the mainframe and become like a second ai in the body, idk. Maybe people who read the books knows.

And also I agree that I also got reminded of Hazard when that happed oof

[ofmermaidstories]

Hi!!

Just wanted to let you know I've re-read for loke the 10nth time the seeing-deaths!reader×bakugo story and oh my god it's so good, it's one of my favorite stories ever

If you feel like it, have you ever thought about Bakugou's side of the story? Especially after the ending. I think the story is perfect as is and doesn't necessarely need a sequel but I often wonder about this Bakugo so I'd love to hear any of your thoughts if you feel like sharing them!

Anyway, love your writing and have a good day!

Xo

The ghost story. 🥺

I hadn’t actually sat down to think about how it would effect Bakugou, like, in-depth until mei-writes reblogged it and pointed out how devastating a loss would be for an older Bakugou, one who fought so hard to make through to the other side of his (in Mei’s brilliant words!!) inferiority complex and anger. 🥺 I said in reply that I thought Katsuki would like, throw himself into work until he broke, as a way of regaining some control/giving himself a distraction, but that it wouldn’t work. And it wouldn’t!! I think it would be an unholy drive, though; I always saw our killer as getting away that day (it’s why we die, it’s a distraction), and I don’t think Katsuki would give himself even a moment’s grace to process things. He’d just—immediately chase after him. Of course he has to. He failed to get this guy once, and look what hap—anyway. Don’t think about it, not now, get this bastard first. 

Katsuki would genuinely scare everyone who cares about him. Denki, Kirishima. Izuku. When Katsuki finally finds and corners the guy it’s like, idk, in some industrial real-estate, just a warren of warehouses and factory floors and empty parking lots. Katsuki’s been going 24/7, he’s running on fumes and fury, and this prick is like, making machinery and walls topple down in a spray of fine steel dust, piping hot concrete. Inorganic material that reacts to insane heat differently than—

You know, Katsuki’s always prided himself on how tightly controlled his explosions can be. On the discipline it takes. But like I said, he’s running on empty. He’s exhausted, he’s not letting himself think of why he’s here in some fucking shitty-ass industrial park, chasing down a fucker who’s laughter keeps echoing around these fucking buildings—so maybe he loses his temper. Maybe his explosions start rippling through warehouses and storage spaces with plastic containers of hazardous materials until he creates an inferno. Maybe, just maybe, when Izuku arrives (breathless, afraid, his jaw tightening when he finds Katsuki standing motionless in front of a blaze so high and hot it’s that the blond is shimmering with sweat, dripping like jewels) it’s too late.

Death during legal intervention. That’s the phrase used in the coroner’s findings. It’s shocking, and there’s some grumblings—by the press mostly, who brand Dynamight a danger to order and decency. Anti Pro-Hero groups arc up about it, and maybe a justice-system reform organisation pushes for actual punishment. But mostly the public forgives. The guy was dangerous. He killed people! There’s literally footage of it from multiple angles, it’s so horrific and sad. The looks on the victims faces, before it happens. Still. The Hero Commission can’t let it look like they don’t care about order—Katsuki’s on immediate leave, two months, half-pay. 

His friends are still scared. They enact the Sit-a-Chan system, babysitting Katsuki, making sure he doesn’t do anything crazy. He hates it—people in his fucking space when he doesn’t want them!! Deku’s the worst, he hovers, but Kirishima and his yapping is a close second. And then Denki—ugh. He’s the one that notices the extra toothbrush, in the bathroom. The little toiletry bag, wedged in between Katsuki’s shaver, some callous cream.

(Denki’s heart drops to his ass when he realises, and carefully—quietly, before Katsuki can notice his silence and get suspicious, he peers into Katsuki’s bedroom.

He doesn’t know what he’s afriad of finding—a lifesized mannequin of you, maybe, dressed up in your clothes or whatever, paint smeared on its face. But Katsuki’s room is neat and tidy, spartan almost, his bed made. 

There’s just—

Denki’s mouth thins, sad, when he sees it. On the end of Katsuki’s bed is a small pile of fresh laundry, neatly folded—all in colours Denki’s never, ever seen him wear.

“Got any plans for what you wanna do with the—with everything?” The asshole asks, suddenly, as Katsuki tries to ignore him by pretending to take a nap on the couch. 

It takes a moment for him to register what the walking charging pack is saying, his body recognising it before his brain, his chest immediately tightening at the words.

Fury jerks Katsuki upright. “If you’ve touched one fucking thing—”

But Denki’s hands are already up in surrender. “Nah! Nah man, I promise, I’m not gonna do anything.” There’s a beat between them, where Denki watches him, mouth shut before he says, very, very gently, “No one’s gonna force you to do anything. I’m just—curious. Izuku said you’d met with… with the mother. Of both of them.”

Talking to Kacchan is a lot like talking a tiger, at times; red, feline eyes staring at Denki unblinkingly, untrusting, until they cut away to the kitchen, his table. The expression on his face doesn’t change, but Denki can only guess what he’s thinking of. Who’s he’s thinking of. 

“There’s nothin’ to do,” Katsuki says, eventually, voice hard. “Whatever’s here is it.” 

Denki nods. Your apartment, your belongings—your mother probably dealt with all that. Suddenly he realises just how little his friend has of you. A folded pile of clothes. A toothbrush. Time.)

Two months is a lot of downtime for a man who’s used to saving the country regularly. The things left in Katsuki’s apartment move around, like your restless ghost is unsure of where to leave them, Katsuki’s restlessness unsure. There’s nothing of value to them and your Mother had shaken her head when Katsuki had mentioned that he—that you—that he had a few things of yours, if they were important—

But still. He doesn’t know what to do with them. The book you were reading slips in among his own, sticking out like a baboon’s ass. He hands up your cardigan in his wardrobe—just to get it out of the way, he tells himself. The bag of your skincare and shit—an italian handcream, a lip balm, moisturiser, some other things—still sit behind his mirror, where he sees it every day.

He doesn’t tell anyone when he leaves the city, your little toilet bag shoved in his dufflebag, unceremoniously thrown in the backseat of his car, sleek and black and shinning under the city lights as he drives. It’s the closest you’ll get to leaving the damn place, together; though Katsuki doesn’t let himself think that. 

Your Mother, when Katsuki had met her, had almost seemed—resigned. Not surprised.

“It’s been hard,” she’d told him, his skin prickling uncomfortably. “Not just—not just this. But… but being unable to help throughout everything. Did you—did the two of you ever talk about… about your quirks?” 

Katsuki had shaken his head, his jaw locking. He had always assumed you were quirkless; you had always avoided the conversation. 

Your Mother had swallowed. Nodded. “If you ever… if you’re ever our way, back home, please—please call in. It would mean a lot.”

To her. To you, maybe, if you’d still been here. To Katsuki too, though it’s harder for him to admit to himself. 

He drives through the night to your hometown, the sun rising when he finally makes it, pulling in off the road, just up on a hill that overlooks the town lights below. It’s a chilly morning; Katsuki leans against his car, scuffing at the gravel under his boots as he shoves his hands in his pockets. Maybe he’ll get some answers here. Some insight into what was going on in there, behind those big, unsure eyes you’d sometimes look at him with. 

(He does, and he doesn’t. Your mother has pictures of you, ready, when he makes it. You in highschool with a tall, redheaded boy that’s all grins. You as a small kid, with an older, smiling woman, round and soft-looking. 

Your mother is silent as she watches Katsuki take them in. 

“They’re all gone, now,” she tells him, when Katsuki eventually glances back to her. 

You and your collection of ghosts. Your mother tells him what she knows, and it’s not everything—but he thinks he finally begins to understand.)

[phlurrii]

Any thoughts on the new pokemon legends teaser announcement thing?

So

So many thoughts.

Alright, my first game was XY, Y specifically, wanted X, they didn’t have it, got Y. Bacon Birb Superiority.

So kalos has always held a very special place in my heart because of that, but I had the most cracked playthrough. It was the middest game, immense wasted potential, and desperately needed a follow up instead of hap hazardously cramming it into SM as an after thought.

I did not use any of the normal starters, I used the event torchic with speed boost. Lowkey did not realize torchic wasn’t a kalos pokemon till 8 months into ORAS… but it makes a great story.

Anyways, I played the shit out of XY, managed to get 999+ hours on my own, just playing, doing daily things, trading online, GTS, everything. I managed to get every legendary/myth and then every shiny legendary/myth just no lifing the online system as a kid. It’s where my collection of legends comes from this day, I also got my first mew via the GameStop drop. That mew was cloned and became Bucket and “Meau” before Meau was Meau.

As well as I got Diancie before its release. Found a dude who had a brother who pulled some strings and yoinked one, before having another rando I meant clone it. My biggest flex, probably in any Pokémon game was my diancie lol

So safe to say, I was ESTATIC by the news, I wanted either a Johto Legends or Kalos legends, much more then Unova. As Johto/Gen 2 are my favourite games and generations. So I’ll be rooting for Johto anything after this ;3

[gta-dave]

(Hap Hazard)

new mix...

mobile mixing

[3liza]

Common laundry products, used in washing and drying machines, can contribute to outdoor emissions through dryer vents. However, the types and amounts of chemicals emitted are largely unknown. To investigate these emissions, we analyzed the volatile organic compounds (VOCs) both in the headspace of fragranced laundry products and in the air emitted from dryer vents during use of these products. In a controlled study of washing and drying laundry, we sampled emissions from two residential dryer vents during the use of no products, fragranced detergent, and fragranced detergent plus fragranced dryer sheet. Our analyses found more than 25 VOCs emitted from dryer vents, with the highest concentrations of acetaldehyde, acetone, and ethanol. Seven of these VOCs are classified as hazardous air pollutants (HAPs) and two as carcinogenic HAPs (acetaldehyde and benzene) with no safe exposure level, according to the US Environmental Protection Agency. As context for significance, the acetaldehyde emissions during use of one brand of laundry detergent would represent 3% of total acetaldehyde emissions from automobiles in the study area. Our study points to the need for additional research on this source of emissions and the potential impacts on human and environmental health.

this shit is so nasty, i have to do three wash cycles on every secondhand item of clothing or linens i get because everyone has drenched all their worldly possessions in tacky-smelling cancer triggers

[thebrickinbrick]

History of Corinthe from its Foundation, part 1

THE Parisians who nowadays on entering on the Rue Rambuteau at the end near the Halles, notice on their right, opposite the Rue Mondétour, a basket-maker's shop having for its sign a basket in the form of Napoleon the Great with this inscription:

NAPOLEON IS MADE

WHOLLY OF WILLOW,

have no suspicion of the terrible scenes which this very spot witnessed hardly thirty years ago.

It was there that lay the Rue de la Chanvrerie, which ancient deeds spell Chanverrerie, and the celebrated public-house called Corinthe.

The reader will remember all that has been said about the barricade effected at this point, and eclipsed, by the way, by the barricade Saint-Merry. It was on this famous barricade of the Rue de la Chanvrerie, now fallen into profound obscurity, that we are about to shed a little light.

May we be permitted to recur, for the sake of clearness in the recital, to the simple means which we have already employed in the case of Waterloo. Persons who wish to picture to themselves in a tolerably exact manner the constitution of the houses which stood at that epoch near the Pointe Saint-Eustache, at the northeast angle of the Halles of Paris, where to-day lies the embouchure of the Rue Rambuteau, have only to imagine an N touching the Rue Saint-Denis with its summit and the Halles with its base, and whose two vertical bars should form the Rue de la Grande-Truanderie, and the Rue de la Chanvrerie, and whose transverse bar should be formed by the Rue de la Petite-Truanderie. The old Rue Mondétour cut the three strokes of the N at the most crooked angles. So that the labyrinthine confusion of these four streets sufficed to form, on a space three fathoms square, between the Halles and the Rue Saint-Denis on the one hand, and between the Rue du Cygne and the Rue des Prêcheurs on the other, seven islands of houses, oddly cut up, of varying sizes, placed crosswise and hap-hazard, and barely separated, like the blocks of stone in a dock, by narrow crannies.

We say narrow crannies, and we can give no more just idea of those dark, contracted, many-angled alleys, lined with eight-story buildings.

These buildings were so decrepit that, in the Rue de la Chanvrerie and the Rue de la Petite-Truanderie, the fronts were shored up with beams running from one house to another.

The street was narrow and the gutter broad, the pedestrian there walked on a pavement that was always wet, skirting little stalls resembling cellars, big posts encircled with iron hoops, excessive heaps of refuse, and gates armed with enormous, century-old gratings. The Rue Rambuteau has devastated all that.

[...] The passer-by who got entangled from the Rue Saint-Denis in the Rue de la Chanvrerie beheld it gradually close in before him as though he had entered an elongated funnel.

At the end of this street, which was very short, he found further passage barred in the direction of the Halles by a tall row of houses, and he would have thought himself in a blind alley, had he not perceived on the right and left two dark cuts through which he could make his escape. This was the Rue Mondétour, which on one side ran into the Rue de Prêcheurs, and on the other into the Rue du Cygne and the Petite-Truanderie. At the bottom of this sort of cul-de-sac, at the angle of the cutting on the right, there was to be seen a house which was not so tall as the rest, and which formed a sort of cape in the street. It is in this house, of two stories only, that an illustrious wine-shop had been merrily installed three hundred years before.

In the time of Mathurin Regnier, this cabaret was called the Pot-aux-Roses, and as the rebus was then in fashion, it had for its sign-board, a post (poteau) painted rose-color. In the last century, the worthy Natoire, one of the fantastic masters nowadays despised by the stiff school, having got drunk many times in this wine-shop at the very table where Regnier had drunk his fill, had painted, by way of gratitude, a bunch of Corinth grapes on the pink post. The keeper of the cabaret, in his joy, had changed his device and had caused to be placed in gilt letters beneath the bunch these words: "At the Bunch of Corinth Grapes (Au Raisin de Corinthe"). Hence the name of Corinthe. Nothing is more natural to drunken men than ellipses. The ellipsis is the zig-zag of the phrase. Corinthe gradually dethroned the Pot-aux-Roses. The last proprietor of the dynasty, Father Hucheloup, no longer acquainted even with the tradition, had the post painted blue.

[thatweirdbitchjax]

Reader Driftwood Incorrect Quotes

Dividers by @strangergraphics My mother @puppet200 helped with some of the last ideas.

Your Friend: *leaving a haunted place they just explored* And then she-

Demon: *deep scary growl from inside the place*

Your Friend: *walking towards the place* Wha-

Reader: *shoving Your friend* Go motherfucker! *laughs* You're our designated fucking driver!

Baby: *nudging Otis with her elbow* You really gonna try and deny that that's YOU'RE child?

Otis: Well, not any-fucking-more.

Reader: Have I ever told you how much I love you?

Otis: *looks up slightly* No, no I don't believe you have.

Reader: *smiles* Oh good, I was just making sure.

Otis: *frowns*

Reader: *dies for the umpteenth time in their game* I'm gonna fucking kill myself.

Otis: If you don't, I will. How the hell can my own child suck this bad?

Reader: *deadpan*

Reader: *after killing someone for the first time* God, I shot the hell outta that guy, huh?

Otis: *nods proudly*

Reader: Ugh, I feel sick.

<time skip>

Reader: *250 kills later* FUCK YOU!

Reader: *dressing up Otis*

Otis: *sitting quietly*

Captain Spaulding: *confused*

Otis: *tries to get up*

Reader: *pulls out a gun* Sit the fuck back down.

Otis: *puts his hands up and slowly sits back down* Alright, alright. Damn.

Otis: *walks into the kitchen with his hair in braids*

Reader: *walks in behind him*

Mama: Aw! Would you look at that, they did decide to join us for dinner!

Reader: *glares at Mama*

Otis: Yeah yeah, not a big fucking deal.

Baby: *giggling while looking at his hair*

Reader: *puts a photo of Otis with a full face of make-up in front of her*

Baby: *breaks out into laughter*

Otis: *glares at Reader*

Reader: *flips him the bird and smiles*

Otis: YOU LITTLE-

Otis: *walks into Spauldings gas station* Here's ya newest fuckin attraction

Spaulding: *grabs it from him, eyes lingering on his nails* What's with the polish?

Otis: What are you talking about- *looks at nails* ...FUCK!

Spaulding: What?!

Otis: *rushes out of the front door* Nothing, fuck off.

Reader: *looking at a billboard* Ooh Ice Cream!

Baby: Yea! If anyone else is interested, I think we're gonna be wanting some ice cream in about ten miles.

Otis: *mocking Baby* I think we're gonna want some ice cream in about ten miles

Baby: *gasp* Don't fucking imitate me, that's fucking rude! *imitating Otis* I know what I know, and I know I don't like that nutsack.

Reader: *slaps Otis's arm* Dickhead.

Otis: Hey fuck you.

Reader: Fuck you!

Spaulding: Two-fucking-seconds for the kid, is that gone kill you?

Otis: Yes, it is gonna kill me. I have calculated the time, and two seconds is the exact amount of time thats a hazard to my fucking health.

Spaulding: *laughing*

Reader: Come on, don't be such a fucking drag, I'm starving.

Otis: Hey, eat this. *flips her off*

Baby: What is your fucking problem, we'll be in and out in two seconds.

Spaulding: You know? I think I'm gonna get me some tuttie-fucking-fruity.

Baby: Tuttie fucking fruity, that sounds good, Reader?

Reader: Tuttie fucking fruity!

Baby, Spaulding, & Reader: Tuttie fucking fruity!

Otis: Shut up.

Baby, Spaulding, & Reader: Tuttie fucking fruity!

Otis: Shut up!

Baby, Spaulding, & Reader: Tuttie fucking fruity! *laughing*

Otis: Listen, you have no fucking Ice cream, in your fucking future, you got it?

<time skip>

Baby, Spaulding, & Reader: *eating ice cream*

Reader: You said my dads a what? A murderer?

Reader: Ok, so, from what I understand, he CAN afford child support?!

Reader: *runs up to Otis* PAY. YOUR. FUCKING. CHILD SUPPORT!

Reader: *looks at Otis with puppy dog eyes*

Otis: No Reader, I don't care if you give me the damn sad eyes, its not.. fucking.. hap-

Reader: *pulls out gun while giving him puppy dog eyes*

Otis: Nice try, that doesn't fucking work anymore.

Reader: *places gun to the side of their head*

Otis: *eyes widen* Alright! Alright! Fuck! Take it! *hands them his wallet*

Reader: THANKS DAD! *runs off*

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Eden & Xan for the if they had a kid meme 🥹

Name: OKAY OKAY OMG listen given that I can picture if it's a girl having such a soft and gentle name but not something you'd hear every day? LISTEN hear me out on this first, I truly can imagine them with a girl, I can see Xan being the softest girl dad. Maybe something like Lily, Lottie, Evelyn, Rosie, something girlie and gentle you know what I mean?

Gender: I just see them with a little girl, and how Xander would absolutely adore a little girl and she see's like how a Father is meant to love their little princess you know?

General Appearance: I think HEAR ME OUT I just think her being Eden's like spitting image would be so sweet for them?

Personality: And then like, the softest personality and is so much of Xan, like Eden would see Xan in her so much and adore it so much because that's the personality that's loved her and made her feel safe enough to be herself.

Special Talents: I feel like she might have like a sport love but for something neither of them have a clue in, like she loves ice skating and they're both lack of balance can barely do it but she loves it, so they love it. You know? They do their besttttest to support her dreams, little banner to cheer her on in anything she wants to try.

Who they like better: Under 5 I think she's totally daddy's girl, totally. The older she gets the more she'd become her mama's double and want to learn and spend time with mama, but she'd love Xan so much.

Who they take after more: Am I typical if I say Eden in a way? I think each would see the others traits, like I think Eden would see Xan's care in her, the way he talks, acts, but I think Xan would see Eden's interests in her and the way she loves and cares with her whole heart and no shame.

Personal Head canon: Okay omg omg I think each time it's a birthday Eden bakes the cake obviously, but then I think momma Eden helps her bake a cake for Xan's birthday every year so it becomes tradition that their daughter tries to make her dad's birthday special with her hap-hazard cake, that you know looks terrible but he'd love it all the more for that you know? I also think that their kid would be so gentle with hearing about her Uncle Ben :c like wanting to know about him and Xan being so proud? Like seeing the patience she has listening to her mom talk about Ben and being so considerate with her questions. The in tune way she'd give a cuddle. I also think this kid is an abbbbsolute animal lover!

Face Claim: -- I'm drawing a blank on this one coz I don't know any kid other than the renesme thing in twilight

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Enjolras Ladron(New Game Minus), xer description is under the read more:

Pronouns: he/she/xe/it. Story: New Game Minus. Background: The protagonist of New Game Minus, with the help of Kako Mirai he has gone back in time to prevent the apocalypse, unfortunately he went far enough back to the days before xe went through a redemption arc. Personality: Very dramatic, very petty, very loud, somehow really good at trickery be it the magical or verbal kind. Has a habit for monologues. Has conflicting feelings about those from the new present, especially his twin sister, Esperanza, as aside from Kako nobody is the version of them he knew. Very annoyed that Kako failed to mention xer level would be reset back to one upon going back in time. Extra: The weapon it wields is actually homemade, he hasn't properly named it yet, but Esperanza's nickname for it, Hap-Hazard, has caught on much to his annoyance. Calls Esperanza the nickname Espi, she calls him the nickname Enji. Has a knack for magic though tends to specialize in illusions and fire, the latter of which having a green tinge to it. Despite having long since gone through its redemption arc she does still have some villainous habits, most notably still having a habit of verbal deceit, or as anybody who isn't Enjolras calls it, lying. No idea if it would be canon, but I can see Enjolras being shipped with Kako, do what you want with that information.