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[jademight]

SAM ELLIOT ROSS?!?!?!

[psychescape]

Kisses the cranky angel

It's the most mundane scene that's unfolded between them so far, Kane thinks — him before the stove, and Amelia hovering nearby. She's stolen at least two slices of tomato and equally as much of the flatbread he'd prepared.

“Let it cool down,” he told her. The demand fell on deaf ears, to no one's surprise. He, for a change, made a real effort not to bicker about it. Things had felt easy today ( so far, at least! ). As much as he enjoys arguing, he enjoys peace and quiet in his home more.

“You're like a bloody hamster, hoardin' food like that,” he grumbles — not in earnest, though, but rather in good humour. “You realise all this will taste better when eaten together properly, right?”

“Tastes pretty good to me already,” she deflects. Typical, expected, and again stirring a sense of amusement in him. For all the blood-boiling irritation she elicits in him, he's rewarded with moments in time like these, too. If only he weren't the type to hold a grudge; to remember the negative — to be a pessimist, in essence.

Before he knows it, and before he can get any sort of worked up about it after all, he feels a hand on the side of his face, and then on the other, turning him away from the stove and towards her.

Then, her lips on his — soft, warm, red, and undoubtedly staining his as she lingers.

For a moment, he considers letting the food burn in favour of throwing her over his shoulder and taking her to bed.

“Mm — hmph. I see what you're doin'. Joke's on you, though,” he warns, staying close intentionally. The food sizzles next to him. “The food'll burn if you keep this up, and I know you're the hungrier one out of the two of us.”

[burnedself]

Why does the new sonic look like if I'm naughty the doctor will up the intensity of it--

[radioactivedadbod]

Since dash is in horn-dog mode

Shout out to that one fic series in Ao3 where Peter does like, boudoir shoots for fellow superheroes as a photographer

But then also fucks them afterward

[ringlorn]

012

set the scene | 012, the roulette table in a casino.

"What, you don't think I can help you?" Nezha arches his brows, face leaning in aggressively towards Eiden who puts up his hands in a placating way.

"Whoa, whoa, I didn't say that. But roulette's a game of luck, isn't it?"

"So you think my luck's bad?"

"I'm saying you can't control it!" A pause. "Or can you?"

"If I could, would I choose to be stuck at the same table as you?"

"Oof, so mean..."

"Stupid questions get stupid answers," the lotus prince retorted, then pointed at a spot on the table. "Put your chip there."

"Sure, I guess..." Not exactly on a winning streak himself, Eiden does as he's told. The wheel spins and—surprise, surprise, they lose.

Nezha's not fazed however, and points to a new spot on the table. "Try this next. How much did you bet last time?"

"200 Dust."

"Double it."

"What?!" Eiden chafes. "But we just lost!"

"I know math. Just do it."

"I'm starting to doubt you do..." But Eiden did it anyways and the wheel goes again. This time they win enough to recoup their losses, yet before he can celebrate Nezha's already shoving the chip in his hand and pointing at a different spot on the table. "Hey wait, what—"

"Odds are looking good, I'm feeling this one next."

"Why don't you play yourself if you're so confident?"

"Shut up and bet," Nezha snaps back.

—

Hours later when they've left the casino, Eiden's Dust account brimming with winnings, the human finds himself chasing after the pink-haired god heading towards the Golden boardwalk.

"Hey!" he catches up (or maybe the other guy just slows down), clapping him on the shoulder with a big gasp of air. "Thanks for that. You know your stuff, don't you?"

Nezha shrugs Eiden off none-so-gently and keeps walking without looking back. "Learned my share. It's easy enough."

"I thought you said you couldn't control luck."

"That was you."

Eiden takes long enough to recall their conversation before shrugging and catching up. "Oh, right. But you could be a professional if you wanted. The way you played cards—"

"Human games are child's play," Nezha snorts back. "I'm not gonna waste time hanging around a crowd of brats all day."

Eiden tactfully neglects to remind him he did just that for the past four hours.

"So where're you going now?"

"Home."

"Aww, already? Don't you want any drinks? I'll pay."

"With the Dust I won for you?" Nezha sounded duly unimpressed.

"Hey, you could've bet some yourself! I even asked you why not!"

Nezha stops again, nearly sending Eiden crashing into him. He's staring at the sky, hands in his pockets and an angry scowl on his face.

"I bet on the same thing twice ages ago, and both times it backfired in my face," he muttered under his breath. "I'm not gonna be the idiot who fails three times in a row."

He gives it time for the statement to sink in, but before he can keep walking—

"Yeah, I get it," Eiden's arm hooks around his own before the human starts dragging him away from the beach and towards the lights. "So you wanna get reeeaaally sloshed, right? I know just the place!"

"What the hell?! Leggo—" Nezha's already peeling him off, but somehow Eiden gets one hand in his sleeve and another under his shirt, tangling them together even more than before. "Dammit, I warned you!"

He suddenly takes off into the skies, Wind-Fire Wheels roaring like a shooting star in reverse while a panicked Eiden clings to him tighter than an octopus. "Heyheyhey—I can't fly!"

"Where's your house?"

"What?!"

"I said, where the hell do you live?!"

Eiden squeezes his eyes shut and clings harder. "How do I know from up here?!"

"The address, idiot! Tell me the Ward!"

"Stop flying so high first!!"

—

Sometime later, Nezha knocks on the second-storey window of the Itadori Residence until another guy with pink hair opens it with a squawk. Ignoring his questions, he pries Eiden off with both arms before kicking him into the room, the unfortunate man, and the couch behind them both.

He's tearing off into the night scant seconds later, leaving poor Wang Yi to poke his head out from between the couch and the lump of a man on top of him.

"T-the hell, Eiden? Did you get rejected by a date?" he complains.

"Euughhh Wang Yi...I think I'm going to be sick..."

"What the—don't you dare. I'll knock you out first." And from his pockets Wang Yi pulls out a suspicious looking...spray bottle?

Not for the first time that night, Eiden wondered why the two pink dudes he knew in this city were both so violent.

[timelessaspect]

Ya kno I was lowkey considering him to be 'Dormu's FC but he is increasingly feeling more Malygos-coded to me actually

[starsvein]

The fingers playing with Eiden's hair pause as uncertainty flickers in Veoc's eyes. Was he supposed to pay more compliments? They'd always learned that social interactions in ancient Earth were ritualistic and full of steps, but none of that had been recorded fully because it was too hard to pin down the details. Language evolved as people used it; so too did their etiquette and habits.

It'd be too much if an officer of the Aphelion army stumbled over something so basic, however.

"You're patient," he begins slowly. "Considerate of my shortcomings. Kind to my mistakes, and forgiving of my flaws."

"You've done a lot showing me around the first time, but you continue to volunteer your time and effort into acclimatizing me to this environment. I am grateful for your assistance."

His hands trail from Eiden's hair to rest on his shoulder instead. "Tomorrow, I will prepare a report to properly praise all the areas I've missed. I hope you don't mind the wait."

He'd probably have to handwrite it as a show of sincerity. Perhaps Eiden would let him borrow one of his "pensills" to complete the task.

" Y-yeah? "

The compliment definitely catches him off-guard sure but he's also a little surprised to meet such bewildered eyes. Enough to freeze him a little bit as the other picks up his extensions.

Guess the proper thing to do would be to just say thank you. Eiden though he's a little greedy. He inches a little closer, in eager curiosity to see how the man will continue.

" And...? "

" Anything else? "

[quzen]

Quinn.

Have we got you.

JSDFJSDJF im very invested

i need to get better at remembering their names tho

[sillekias]

HELP so the saiyuki gaiden stageplay just released visuals and no one told me fudou and yagen's actors were playing goku and nataku? ?? besties in heaven with a tragic ending k*ll me now wHEN CAN I GET THIS ON DVD HAHAHAHA

(oh and stageplay mikazuki is there too ofc but sorry this is my yagefudo heart speaking jsdfjsdjf)

[speedprofessor]

shzaam replied to your post: [watches the Shazam! trailer] freddy: you’ve got...

DONT YOU SLANDER BILLY’S BRO

TELL HIM NOT TO SLANDER SUPER SPEED, THEN

[nobully]

"Whoa whoa whoa, I'm not—"

"...Zhilan?!"

Dismissing the ice crystals gathering in his palm, Wang Yi straightens up (careful not to nick himself against the tip of that polearm by deftly sidestepping it).

He's dressed in a labcoat again, hair short and eyebags prominent as he blinks at the new arrival, then raises a hand to pull him further in, away from the sand.

"Ah shit, did you get mixed up in this too?"

The deserts are unfamiliar, but the buildings something he's seen before. Things have been peaceful (if desolate) so far, but Wang Yi can't wonder how long the stalemate will last, especially with the threat of darkening skies above them.

"We need to get further in," he said after a pause. "I think a sandstorm's rolling in."

𝐙𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐍 it to a candle that is snuffed out, how sudden a shift the world around him takes. At once, gone are the watercolor trees and whimsically-sized garden vegetables. The sky itself seems to wail, the soil beneath his feet begins to sink as if to swallow him, and as reality itself bends— darkness gives way to sand.

The air instantly becomes cold and dry, the sunlight overhead not returning even as his surroundings finally stabilize. Standing small in the shadow of a dune, his recognition is hindered by confusion: are these Sumeru's deserts or is he still in Spirale, somehow deep in the belly of the Land of Burnt Umber? He searches the horizon for the telltale orange glow of King Deshret's Mausoleum, and once finding that the sky is as black as ink he decides it doesn't matter. Wherever this is, it is not anywhere he wants to be. So he clambers through the sand, away from the dune, in search of escape. How long he wanders, he isn't sure. Time feels inconsistent here, this personal nightmare of his. He measures it instead by the ache in his legs as he fights against the resistance of the dust underneath them, and it's at some indistinct point where the chill in the air has already sunk bone-deep that the clouds start to emit faint, vermillion light. The buildings that appear with it are like a mirage at first. Nonphysical distortions of shelter in the distance, only that they don't betray him with their realness and solidify themselves into being the closer he gets. They are dilapidated things with strangely urban architecture, weathered and beat and visibly abandoned for possibly over a decade, but to Zhilan they are a temporary distraction from the unease that tends to grip him while in the desert. He ducks into one, backing up as the wind whips and howls around it. Yet he neglects to realize that it is already occupied, discovering this by abruptly colliding into them back-first. He swings around in an instant, the sharp tip of his polearm pointed at them having been manifested into his hands from thin air. Their identity is a belated arrival to his senses, but once they truly lock eye contact the name leaves him sharply, startled. ❝ —— Wang yi? ❞

@nobully — hey bestie i'm sorry abt almost stabbing u. is this ur hellscape too.

[burnedself]

@bl4spheme gets a lil somethin' for Bill

"Why are there a bunch of women on your phone? They get trapped in there, or something?"

[radioactivedadbod]

This won't make sense but

Yes there is a sadness and grief to Peter that constantly weighs on him but there is also an acceptance to that sadness that makes him shine brighter at times do you know what I mean

[mateors]

Gabi would love a drink. Selene insisted on it being Matty Method strong.

"Say less."

An FTC hearing? It sounded exhausting for someone like Matty, but now he had an idea of the type of the world she was in. She looked like the type of person who was good at everything she did. Kind of like Selene. No wonder they were friends.

Matt led the way toward the kitchen.

His place was full of a mix of strangers and friends. Usually, Matty didn't care how crazy the parties got, as long as the cops weren't called.

Matty reached for some fresh glasses -- real glassware, not the disposable kind the other guests had received.

There was a concoction of jungle juice nearby that had nearly knocked Matty on his ass. But -- they wanted the Matty method, so. It had to be done.

Matty poured the trio a generous drink.

"Well. The Matty Method usually involves getting blackout drunk and not remembering the rest of your evening, so. Here's to forgetting about your day with the FTC."

He raised his glass to the two women, grinning.

"It's nice to meet you," he told Gabi.

Just Gabi's luck— she has to stand there and watch as Matty sifts a hand through his curls, see as they coil atop one another, silky, dark, perfect.

Taunting.

Because what kind of friend was she being ? Selene brings her here to relax, and now Gabi is almost certain there's drool on her chin from her near ogling. It's probably not cool to think that way about Selene's cousin, right? Not without her blessing?

But Gabi wasn't blind.

And she wasn't immune to the casualness of his reply. The little dimple that sat perfectly between his cheek and chin. He looks ... sweet.

'Oh. You're welcome here anytime.'

Oh. She has to affix a grateful, almost measured smile, remind herself he obviously meant in a hospitable way, with a cousin-of-your-bestie sort of friendliness. Because Gabi was just spinning fantasies in her head; straw into gold. Besides. Someone as gorgeous of Mateo probably had no shortage of admirers. He probably had a someone, or maybe a string of somebodies.

She finds herself coiling a finger around a stray strand of her hair. Subconsciously wishing it wasn't her own she was touching.

"I would love a drink."

Selene hums. "Make it ... Matty Method strong. Gabi was stuck at a FTC hearing today."

"I don't think I'm... familiar with the Matty Method."

Her lips twitch. Warmth floods underneath the spray of freckles at her cheeks.

Was alcohol a good idea? Strong alcohol, at that? There's a possibility it might obliterate her filter, but at least now there's a plan of action, something for Gabi to focus on. Drinks. Excavating the drug bag. She needs to just ... worry about having fun. And not the way Matty had smiled when he mentioned owing her.

"But I will definitely help you stage an intervention for the plant."

[inwiste]

Maglor: Where are Elrond and Elros?

Maedhros: They're playing hide and seek.

Maglor: So where are they?

Maedhros: ...I don't think you understand the game.

[jademight]

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