#18:9

[i-restuff]

I had a European exchange student who lived with me for a short while. One of her culture shocks was that, I didn't care much about my birthday. It's not in a sad way either; I just go on my day like a normal day, which is pretty common here.

No cakes, no gifts (sometimes. but if not, that's fine as well), no party – you get the point. If I do want to celebrate, I'll just buy myself a burger and a random candle for fun, stuff like that. it is all my choice btw.

This culture shock went on whenever her classmates had a birthday. They were either like, 'cool, thanks,' didn't care, or were shy and tried to ignore that they had a birthday at all. I'm not saying that none of us celebrate; it's just very common for us to not celebrate it as well.

I don't know—she was genuinely surprised about it. So from my perspective, birthdays are a huge deal in her hometown.

And I'm curious,

[pink-onyx-au]

Episode 9: Steven for a Day

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[thenadnerb02]

The existence of the WarioWare games within the greater Mario universe is so fascinating to me because it means Wario is constantly going back and forth between two different friend groups, one of which seemingly doesn’t know the other exists at all.

I guess I have to admire his dedication to keeping his work and downtime activities completely separate from each other.

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine helping Crocodile discover a new way to use his devil fruit, part 2

I've decided that I'm going to do a fic for this, instead of an imagine. I don't know about this one, but I'm posting it anyway.

Also, this an afab reader fic, sorry.

It was late when you left Buggy's party to head home. So late, in fact, that the city had turned off most of the streetlamps. With only every third lamp lit on the main streets, one of Crocodile's brilliant budget cuts left you blindly scurrying between lamps to stay where you could see, cursing as you went. When you finally reached your street you encountered an expanse of broken streetlights leaving you with little choice, but to fumble blindly down the road, with only starlight to guide you. You paused, to give your eyes a moment to adjust and to put on your shoes, before heading off into the darkness.

Only a few steps in, you heard what sounded like sand moving. Without thinking, you called out, "hello?" Your jaw snapped shut when you realized you had just given away your position.

A deep chuckle broke the tense air, it was familiar, "It's quite late for little deers to be out, all by themselves." Suddenly, a bright ember lit up in your periphery, giving you a glance at the man in the dark. A dark cigar with a predatory grin at the other end of the ember, there was no mistaking it.

Crocodile murmured, "I've been looking for you all night."

"Why me?" You asked, taking a step back, even though you knew there was no escaping from him if he really wanted you

"I want to know what else that fucked up little head of yours can come up with." He purred. You flinch as his hand engulfed your neck. The feeling of his sand skittering along your skin made you instinctively go up on your tippy-toes to get away. Sensing your discomfort, his thumb gently caresses your cheek to soothe you. "Easy there, I'm not going to hurt you, yet." Crocodile takes a slow drag off his cigar, the ember glittering in his eyes. He was clearly enjoying the power trip he was getting off on your fear.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and started to ramble off anything you could use sand for. "Water filtration."

"Water is a no-go."

"You could use the technique I previously suggested to make glass. It would be useful for barriers against biochemical attacks, or for stopping up hinges. "

Crocodile hummed, "That would be useful, I'll have to try that later... But ultimately not the thing I'm looking for. "

"What sort of things are you implying?"

"Telling you would deprive me of the pleasure of watching you squirm, so keep trying." He said, tightening his hand around your neck, just enough to make your head spin.

You gasped, "Sand has silica in it, which is bad to breathe in. Uh... I can be used for skin!"

His grip loosened, as he echoed, "for skin?"

"It's used as an exfoliant." You stammered, trying to remain balanced.

"I recall having skinned my knee falling on the beach before I ate my devil fruit." He grumbled.

"You're supposed to add it to lotion or oil. "

"I can use lotion and oil," he chuckled, "I finally have the inspiration I needed. Thank you, little deer, why don't we go try it out." Crocodile released your neck, slid his arm around your shoulders, and guided you down the street.

"What are you doing." You asked, "Where are you taking me?"

The large man pulled you into his side, bemused by your size difference, as he asked, "did I misinterpret the way you look at me when you think I can see you?"

Your eyes flicked up to his, suddenly feeling very embarrassed because you've always taken every opportunity to ogle him in that slutty lil waistcoat of his.

He gave you a feline grin and mused, "I have not misinterpreted anything, have it. I know a hungry look when I see one. So where I'm taking you is to feast at my residence."

Sir Crocodile wasted no time bringing you to his estate, you crossed the threshold, and his grip on you slid from your shoulder to your waist. His hand groped the fat of your hip through the thin material of your shirt, as he led you to his room.

As soon as his bedroom door shut behind him, he removed his coat and gently pushed you face down on the large, plush sheets of his bed. He ordered you not to move a muscle, and you waited patiently, happily taking in the heavy scent of his sheets. You remained there for two minutes, listening to him remove his coat and shoes, he moved to another room for a minute, before coming back and setting several bottles and a large box on the nightstand.

"Up, sit up." He asserted, sliding onto the bed behind you. When you sat up on your knees, one of his large hands pulled you back into his lap. With another hoist and a gasp from you, he had you perched upon the rather prominent bulge in his pants. He had evidently removed his belt and vest well, he sat there in only a crisp button-up shirt and starched slacks.

"Now, why don't we get started with the foreplay?" He chuckled, swapping out his hook for some sort of mobility attachment that allowed him to unbutton his shirt. You leaned against his chest, and looked up at him. The black haired man grinned at the submissive look on your face, and used his now free hand to remove his hook. You watched as his nub and his hand turned into lumps of sand.

"I think the lotion would work quite nicely, don't you?" Crocodile rumbled, depositing several pumps of lotion onto the sand and rubbing them together until it was mixed evenly. The anticipation had caused an ache to grow between your legs. An ache that only grew larger when he shoved his hands under your shirt. You gasped when his fingers pushed up your breasts. The sand was cool at first, but it warmed up the rotation picked up speed.

You reached back and locked hands around the back of his neck, fingers tangling in the strands of hair there, as you arched into his touch. Crocodile let you bask in his touch for only a brief moment, before nudging your head in his direction and capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. His scent, taste, and touch filled your senses. He smelled like whiskey, smoke, honey, and a natural musk, which left you dizzy. A high-pitched sigh left you, reveling in the moment, completely missing that the noise that had left you a moment ago had made the man under you feel absolutely feral. He let you distract yourself by grinding down on him, and nipping at his lips and tongue, while he gathered more sand. He opened the lotion bottle and mixed its contents with his sand before forming several new arms.

Three large hands pried apart your legs, as two hands of swirling sand massaged the meat of your thighs and calves. Two hands gripped your hips, rocking your clothes slit over his bulge, as two more hands groped at your chest. You cried out, only for Crocodile to use a column of sand to pull you back into a kiss. While his hand, of flesh and bone, made its way between your legs.

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[heyyblueberrygirl]

I can't believe the kids didn't get to bowl in the bowling episode smh

[linoyes]

[correct-hermitcraft-quotes]

Impulse, about a piglin in the nether: We just put him in a boat. Is he mad? He's mad. Get in the boat. He didn't get in the boat, Gem!

Gem: Okay. *brings out her sword and starts attacking the piglin*

Impulse: He's a bad listener- Oh. Oh, oh. That's a severe punishment for not getting in a boat.

Gem: Yeah. Murder.

[whump-imagines]

Pain

Buck x Eddie x reader

370 words

No warnings. Written for @whumpcember

She heard the front door unlock before Buck’s laugh as the door opened.

“Hey, we’re home!” Eddie announced.

She smiled. “In here.”

They walked into the living room to find her curled under a blanket on the couch. Buck leaned down to peck a quick kiss to her lips. Eddie ran a hand over her head, brushing a wayward lock of hair off her forehead.

“Bad day?” Buck asked.

“Mmhmm,” she hummed.

“Cramps? Headache?” Eddie questioned.

“Yeah,” she confirmed. “Plus some nausea and dizziness.”

Eddie carefully sat down on the arm of the couch and Buck sat down on the coffee table. “How can we help?”

“Did you take your pain meds?” Buck asked.

She nodded. “Yeah, I took them.”

“Have you eaten anything?” Eddie stood, already knowing what her answer would be.

“No. Too nauseous.”

He poured some chicken broth into a mug and placed it in the microwave to warm up. While he waited, he grabbed a small bowl and poured oyster crackers into it.

Buck pulled her cover down a bit. “Can you sit up for me?” He took her hand to help her shift. Once she was upright, he moved to sit next to her on the couch and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

She rested her head on Buck’s shoulder as Eddie returned.

Eddie handed her the mug and set the crackers on Buck’s thigh. “Try to eat a little bit for us and then we will go cuddle and watch a movie in bed. Sound good?”

“I'll try.”

Sandwiched between her boys, she slowly sipped the broth and nibbled at the crackers.

About forty five minutes later, she finally finished the chicken broth. She handed the mug back to Eddie.

“Did that help the nausea or dizziness?” Eddie asked.

“A little, yeah.” She dropped her head on Eddie's shoulder and Buck grabbed her hand. “Movie now?”

“Walk or ride?” Buck asked.

She laughed. “Ride, please.”

Buck stood. Then, he lifted her bridal-style and carried her toward the bedroom as Eddie trailed behind.

They settled into the bed with her cuddled between them and her favorite movie on. She fell asleep before it was half over. Buck and Eddie also dozed off soon after her.

[freakartack]

So Orbulon! Who's your best friend?

[dazzlerdrawer]

my wip so far... ahHHHH its taking too long for me.

[girlkisser13]

cabin headcanons masterlist

a/n: these are all my personal headcanons. i will be making ones for more minor gods.

cabin 1- zeus ⚡️

cabin 3- poseidon 🌊

cabin 4- demeter 🪴

cabin 5- ares ⚔️

cabin 6- athena 🧠

cabin 7- apollo ☀️

cabin 8- artemis 🌙

cabin 9- hephaestus 🛠️

cabin 10- aphrodite 💗

cabin 11- hermes ⚕️

cabin 12- dionysus 🍷

cabin 13- hades 💀

cabin 14- iris 🌈

cabin 15- hypnos 💤

cabin 16- nemesis ⚖️

cabin 17- nike 🏆

cabin 18- hebe 🍶

cabin 19- tyche 🎰

cabin 20- hecate 🪄

cabin 21- hestia 🔥

cabin 22- thanatos 🪦

cabin 23- morpheus 🛌

cabin 24- melinoe 👻

cabin 25- persephone 🌸

cabin 26- eros 💘

cabin 27- nyx 🌌

[goldenpinof]

favourite behind-the-scenes moments (WE'RE SO BACK, BABY)

[misselesava]

LOIS LANE | Smallville (2001 - 2011)

[sweetescapeartist]

ChestnutFest2K24

Day 2: Thinking of You 

I feel like 18 prefers Krillin without hair.

@chestnutisland

Took inspiration from the octopus clock in the background of DBS CH 31 (one of the few good things about K18 in the DBS manga continuity).

Also inspired by this page from Dragon Ball SD where I believe was the first time 18 made a comparison to octopi & Krillin's bald head in an official work.

°Suggestive alt below°

Whenever I post NSFW, I'll either link it to my Twitter X (that's what I call it lol) or mark it as mature on Tumblr then link to it for ChestnutFest2K24

[nocternalrandomness]

The stunning black F/A-18F of USN VX-9 "Vampires" cutting through the Mach Loop on a low level run

[ever8ea]

ʚ The Divine Cabin Assigner! ɞ - CLOSED (for now)

Hello! Welcome to my cabin assigner! I’m Bea, your friendly neighbor Cabin 10 counselor.

Are you unsure of your godly parent? Do those online tests just not feel right?

Or maybe you already know your parent, but want to see if I can guess it? Well, this is the place for you!

જ⁀➴ What to comment

- You find yourself stranded in a dense forest with nothing but your wits. What are you doing first?

- After hiking through the forest for seemingly hours, you see something out of the corner of your eye. What is it?

- Finally reaching a clearing in the forest, you spot a few drachma (currency of the gods) under a bush. What are you doing with it?

And of course; describe yourself a bit! Your defining traits, your fashion sense, favorite activities, romantic preference, pronouns, name, etc! If you know your MBTI type, comment that as well. Anything about you will help me better guess your cabin. ♡︎

See you in the comments!

~ bea ୨ৎ