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[guiltknight-gaming]

Star Wars The Old Republic Episode 262: | Smuggler | Dry Run

[my-castles-crumbling]

accidental - December 9th - wolfstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 262

"That was shit, Black. Even for you!" Lily said sternly, grabbing Sirius's shoulder and pinning him to the wall of the corridor.

"I-what?" Sirius asked confusedly. Normally, he knew exactly what he'd done to piss the Prefect off, but this time he was drawing a blank.

"Oh, don't play dumb with me! Sending Remus a flower for Valentine's Day?" Lily asked, rolling her eyes impatiently.

Sirius felt himself blush. "I...did he not like it?" He'd done it on a drunken whim, and been nervous about it never since. He figured Remus might dislike the public display of affection, things between them were a bit tenuous and they were figuring it all out, but for Lily to call it 'shit' was a bit of a blow to his ego.

"That's not the point! You're obviously fucking with his feelings!" Lily started furiously, throwing her hands in the air.

"I'm not," Sirius mumbled quietly, already feeling himself turn red.

She sent him a scathing look. "So you're telling me you sent it accidentally? Sure, Sirius, you're that dumb. I-"

"No. I'm not messing with him and it wasn't an accident," Sirius said quietly, looking down, waiting for her to figure out.

It took about ten seconds of silence before Lily murmured. "Oh."

"Yeah."

She blinked and shifted uncomfortably. "Well...in that case...he really liked it, actually."

Sirius's heart leapt. "Yeah?" he asked, voice cracking with hope.

"Yeah," Lily nodded, frowning a bit. "But if you hurt him, I swear to Merlin-"

"Right-o, Evans!" he answered with a grin, running off to try to find Remus.

[n0tamused]

Congratulations! Can you do with thranduil please?

(Person A runs their fingers through person B's hair as they fall asleep in A's lap)

˖ ࣪⊹Thranduil x Human!Reader

Contents: Thranduil x Human!Reader, GN reader, fluff, a hint of angst

Words: 262

Ko-fi |  1.5K followers event

It was just for one night. That’s what you promised him after arriving at the grand door to his chambers at the hour of the wolf, dressed in nothing else but thin night robes. Whatever surprise he may have felt, he did not let it show on his face, the night was a time of quiet and rest, even for an elf, so banter and lessons were left for the morrow.

Thranduil felt no fatigue, and none showed in the lines of his face. Instead of your head being placed onto one of the pillows on his bed, you found yourself laying it in the Elven-King’s lap, his own hand guiding you wordlessly. Long and nimble fingers found the messy locks of your hair and began to comb through, melting your surprise into a state of half lidded eyes and a mind in want of a dream. 

“Sleep now..” he told you quietly, tone softened up by something he wished not to name yet. Not now - maybe tomorrow was a better time for that as well.

Thranduil sighed softly, an hour having already gone by and you were fast asleep by then. He could already predict what you may say of this little ‘service’ he has done to you, endless gratitude and praise expressed in your own way, but he wished not to appear so high above you. 

After having settled you down onto the pillows, he pressed his lips against your temple and lingered for a moment, whispering words of elvish into your hair, hoping your dreams were sweeter than fate. 

Ⓒ n0tamused/jarttavia_. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 11 - Ratio

@wolfstarmicrofic May 11, word count 262

“What do you mean the ratio is off? It’s perfectly fine, Remus!” Sirius scoffed as he continued to pour vodka into the giant bowl on the table in front of him. 

“You need more mixers, or it’s going to be like drinking petrol,” Remus sighed in exasperation, tugging at his hair as he grimaced at the concoction Sirius was mixing. 

“Exactly, perfect for getting you blathered extra fast,” Sirius beamed happily, as he opened another bottle of vodka and proceeded to dump the entire contents into the bowl. 

“It needs a warning label,” Remus muttered under his breath and walked out of the room. Sirius stuck out his tongue at him and shook the last few drops out of the bottle. 

Remus came running back in and upended six full cartons of mixed berry juice into the bowl. 

“NOOOOO! What are you doing?!” Sirius wailed as he tried to grab the cartons, but Remus was too quick for him. 

“Try it now,” Remus ordered. Sirius did as he was told and ladled some of the liquid into a cup. He took a sip and was surprised. It was good. Really good. You could still taste the vodka, but the berry was sweetly refreshing. 

“Genius. Here, you have a taste now,” Sirius grinned and launched himself on Remus, kissing him over and over until he was certain Remus could taste nothing but the drink they’d made. “Right,” Sirius said, sitting up. “Best get ready, our guests will be arriving soon,” He leant over and kissed the tip of Remus’s nose before bounding away. 

[mikoyamisheadcanonblog]

Ace, Shanks, and Robin reacting to their female S/O saying “I love you” for the first time (Scenerios)

@sacredwarrior88

So I had a lot of fun writing the first one I went and wrote the second one but with a different setting and different ideas on how one would confess their love and made it in to scenarios. I hope you enjoy Headcanon

🔥Ace🔥

Word Count: 263

The first time she confessed left Ace speechless, he had been sipping his drink after such a hot day of training and taking the cool drink she offered him. His best friend and crush for years he watched as took a seat next to him whipped the sweat off her brow and panted.

“You still get hot even with your Devil Fruit?” she questioned a bit amused glancing away from him. There was something on her mind, he knew her enough to know this, and she usually had better eye contact with her.

“I do get cold too,” he finally answered, “I just have to learn to regulate my body temperature,” she was playing with her hair and not looking at him she was nervous and that made him a bit anxious too. Normally she would have joked and teased him but right now, “Hey-“

Before he could say anything she turned to him, “ACE,” she almost shouted his name,  “I LOVE YOU,” she blinked surprised at her actions before standing up. Ready to run but Ace caught her arm stopping her.

“You…you love me?” he questioned his mind was rushing at the unbelievable sense of rush he was feeling. Her cheeks were red, and she was avoiding eye contact with him he frowned trying to figure everything out. Did she really love him, despite knowing his past, knowing who his father was?

“I love you too,” he blurted out his own feelings on the line. Wrapping his arms around her shoulder and pushing her close.  She only smiled before pushing him into a kiss.

🍶Shanks🍶

Word Count: 294

She had been avoiding them all day, whenever he headed her way, she would run in a different direction. It left him a bit confused and the lighthearted man a bit frustrated as he tried to remember what happened the night before that left her so scared of him.

The red-haired man ignored the aching in his heart while she shrugged it off, whenever he asked his men what happened. They would only chuckle a bit and tell him something good happened. But he had a hard time remembering what happened.

He would see her whisper to his crew before his crew men would chuckle, when they made eye contact with him they would act like they were doing something else.

Shanks tried not to let it bother him, secrets in the crew were normal. But was hurting was the woman he loved seemed to be holding on to a bigger secret that everyone knew about but him. He sighed annoyed but continued his day till late at night when his crew invited him to a drinking party.

He found it unusual when he entered the bar and it was empty except for her. She stood at the end of the bar with two drinks in hand. But he relaxed a bit when she smiled at him and handed him a drink.

“There is something I want to tell you,” she whispered, she spoke of last night and how he got drunk and confessed his love to her, “I love you too,” she finally admitted leaving Shanks speechless as his crew slowly rolled in cheering for them. He smiled wrapping his arms around the woman he loved and cheered as well holding the sake cup up before kissing the side of her temple.

🪻Robin🪻

Word Count:262

Robin had been in a relationship with the beautiful woman for a while. While Robin herself wasn’t expressive, she did love sitting with her lover in silence while they read their books or watching the Straw hats shenanigans. But expressing emotions of deep seeded love or evening saying the word as foreign for Robin.

When her lover first expressed that she had a crush on Robin it left Robin confused but, in the end, accepted, feeling the same thing.  When her lover planned beautiful romantic dates for them it left her feeling strange, but she could only smile and chuckle as they spoke of their adventures. Gifts or praises left Robin feeling pleasant as she would always smile and accept spending her next day shopping for her lover as well.

But what she didn’t expect was her lover to confess her love to her one day. She sat in her chair blinking a bit confused, she had no idea how to react. She could feel her heart fluttering in her chest from…excitement?  She watched a nervous twist on the woman’s face as she fidgeted in the seat next to Robin.

Robin blinked a bit before a smile came on her face and she hugged her lover’s shoulders pushing her closer. She wasn’t sure if she could ever feel this way, a sense of peace and belonging but knowing that the woman in her arms loved her the way Robin loved her she couldn’t help but feel at ease.

“I love you too,” she finally answered placing a soft kiss on the woman’s forehead.

[eccopeepants]

Day 262

I'm really beginning to feel the effects of my untraining.

When I was starting out, even up to a few months ago I would have felt the urge to pee in line at the store and it would have taken me minutes to start. I was buying work clothes today and when I stood at the checkout, I realized I had to pee just as the floodgates were bursting. I keep feeling imposter syndrome and doubt about this from time to time, but I definitely can't leave the house undiapered. Sometimes I'm voiding in small amounts without any prompting.

My bladder capacity is pretty pathetic at this point. Sometimes I'll let out little spurts just walking around running errands without any prior sensation, especially if I've been drinking coffee.

Messing is getting pretty automatic as well. I feel a sensation in my stomach, and within a few minutes I find myself pushing out a BM without really thinking about it. I've gotten so comfortable with this at home that I'll forget that I'm messy for upwards of an hour.

I can't believe I'm just a few months shy of a year. Its been an amazing experience and I have no regrets. I've wanted to be diaper dependent since I was a child and now i'm CRUSHING the milestones. I'm so excited to see how far this goes over the rest of my life.

[karmanun]

The Locked Tombs Best Quotes Masterlist

💀 “The whole place had the look of a picked-at body. But hot damn! What a beautiful corpse.” - GtN, p. 70

💀 “She hadn’t been this overstimulated since that one time training had constituted of Crux, a repeating crossbow, and two skeletons with machetes.” - GtN, p. 117

💀 “‘Inexplicable, Warden.’

‘Certainly not. Like everything in this ridiculous conglomeration of cooling gas, it is perfectly explicable. I just need to explic-it.’” - GtN, p. 131

💀 “The Sixth, the Emperors’s Reason, blinked. ‘With all respect,’ he said, ‘piss off.’” - GtN, p. 260

💀 “‘Ianthe, what - are - you - doing.’

‘I want to see how this plays out,’ she said with a pallid shrug … ‘Alas. I have a bad personality and a stupefying deficit of attention.’” - GtN, p. 260

💀 “Warden - that means she can hit your cavalier anywhere below the neck, and it ends only when you give in. She’s being an absolute cad, and I’m not even slightly sorry for pantsing her when we were eight.” - GtN, p. 262

💀 “Gideon was experiencing one powerful emotion: being sick of everyone’s shit. … And she looked over her shoulder at Harrowhark, who was apparently breaking out of a blue funk to experience her own dominant emotion of, oh, not again.” - GtN, p. 268

💀 “‘Griddle, at the first sign of trouble-‘

‘Run like hell,’ said Gideon.

‘I was going to say, Hit it with your sword.’” - GtN, p. 376

💀 “We do bones, motherfucker.” - GtN, p. 407

💀 “‘I need to be inside you,’ Harrow bellowed over the din.

‘Okay, you’re not even trying,’ said Gideon.” - GtN, p. 412

💀 “Before Gideon could say, OH MY FUCKING WORD, she was plucked off her feet, hoisted upward, and flung bodily into the air.” - GtN, p. 413

💀 “Harrow said, ‘but you’re God.’

And God said, ‘and I am not enough.’” - GtN, p. 441

💀 “Ianthe Tridentarius was a black hole where no heart could be sensed beating and no brain could be seen sparking. The brain, you knew grudgingly, existed. The heart was an open question.” - HtN, p. 57

💀 “I wasn’t going anywhere near you in the first instance of you opening your eyes. Your only settings were power vomit and murder.” - HtN, p. 58

💀 “‘So we’re talking about ghosts, liminal spaces, and hell,’ Ianthe said. Ianthe always wanted everything brought back to liminal spaces and hell, as though her rooms were not enough.” - HtN, p. 171

💀 “You found the idea of a funeral for you too pitiful - what would be said, and what done? What fitting epitaph for your fragile bones? (Perhaps: here lies the world’s most insufferable witch).” - HtN, p, 193

💀 “Somehow in Canaan House her ability to feel had been blunted, leaving only a sense of dislocated longing, a bizarre yearning as though flipping through the pages of a book for a proverb she remembered but could not find.” - HtN, p. 204

💀 “Have you never read a trashy novel in which the hero gets a life-affirming change of clothes and some makeup, and then goes to a party and everyone says things like… ‘his frailty made his unearthly handsomeness all the more ephemeral,’ et cetera, et cetera, the word mewled fifteen pages later, the word nipple one page after that?” - HtN, p. 264

💀 “‘That was the cue?’

‘Harry, when three people start kissing, it is always a cue. A cue to leave.’” - HtN, p. 282

💀 “She was my defender and my sole companion, my colleague in the scholarship of learning how to live again.” - HtN, p. 346

💀 “‘She paid you and junior the compliment of thinking you were working girls, and that I was your pimp.’

Nona wanted to know: ‘What’s pimp?’

Instead of getting to know what pimp was, she got in trouble.” - NtN, p. 43

💀 “He sighed and said, ‘we had the internet. We decided to stream.’

She said, ‘what is this internet?’

And he said, ‘see, I did make a utopia.’” - NtN, p. 129

💀 “Some people were put into the universe to rig it to explode, then walk away… I always fell for that.” - NtN, p. 139

💀 “‘You’re only boobs, hair, and talk, Crown,’ said the guard.

‘No,’ said Crown, ‘I’m boobs and hair and talk and a hell of a good sword hand.’

‘Did you think that sounded cool?’” - NtN, p. 157

💀 “Well, it’s a gift to be strong - and when you have to be strong for more people than yourself it gets very complicated.” - NtN, p. 239

💀 “Can one person even be two people? I feel like I’ve only got room inside of me for me, and sometimes like that room’s not even enough.” - NtN, p. 290-291

💀 “‘What are Pyrrha’s nicknames for you?’

‘Kiddie,’ said Nona immediately. ‘Junior. Small Fry. Cutie Pie. Li’l Bits. Small Cam. Hairy Maclary… Nums. No-No. Nope. None. Sweet Nona. Nona-Palona. The Big No.’

‘She should be arrested,’ murmured Camilla.” - NtN, p. 316

💀 “‘Does Palamedes know?’

‘Yes, I told him.’

‘Okay,’ said Camilla, with what Pyrrha always called her I will talk to your mother later face.” - NtN, p. 316

💀 “Camilla and Palamedes were loved by Nona. Pyrrha was loved by Nona. It’s finished, it’s done. You can’t take loved away.” - NtN, p. 461

💀 “Which strength pleased Alecto, who said: Notwithstanding, I offer you my service.

To which a voice on the opposite side of the shore was raised, exceeding wroth, and Alecto heard it in a very great shout: Get in line, thou big slut.” - NtN, p. 477

And of course:

💀 “‘Harrow,’ said Gideon, and her voice caught. ‘Harrow, I’m so bloody sorry.’

Harrow’s eyes snapped wide open. The whites blazed like plasma. The black rings were blacker than the bottom of Drearburh. She waded through the water, snatched Gideon’s wet shirt in her fists, and shook her with more violence than Gideon had ever thought her muscularly capable of. Her face was livid in its hate: her loathing was a mortar, it was combustion.

‘You apologize to me?’ she bellowed. ‘You apologize to me now? You say that you’re sorry when I have spent my entire life destroying you? You are my whipping girl! I hurt you because it was a relief! I exist because my parents killed everyone and relegated you to a life of abject misery, and they would have killed you too and not given it a second goddamned thought! I have spent your life trying to make you regret that you weren’t dead, all because - I regretted I wasn’t! I ate you alive, and you have the temerity to tell me that you’re sorry?’ …

‘I have tried to dismantle you, Gideon Nav! The Ninth House poisoned you, we trod you underfoot - I took you to this killing field as my slave - you refuse to die, and you pity me! Strike me down. You’ve won. I’ve lived my whole wretched life at your mercy, yours alone, and God knows I deserve to die at your hand. You are my only friend. I am undone without you.’

Gideon braved her shoulders against the weight of what she was about to do. She shed eighteen years of living in the dark with a bunch of bad nuns. In the end her job was surprisingly easy: she wrapped her arms around Harrow Nonagesimus and held her long and hard, like a scream. They both went into the water, and the world went dark and salty. The Reverend Daughter fell calm and limp, as was natural for one being ritually drowned, but when she realized that she was being hugged she thrashed as though her fingernails were being ripped from their beds. Gideon did not let go. After one more mouthful of saline, they ended up huddled together in one corner of the shadowy pool, tangled up in each other’s wet shirtsleeves. Gideon peeled Harrow’s head off her shoulder by the hair and beheld it, taking her inventory: her point-boned, hateful little face, her woeful black brows, the bloodless bow of her lips. She examined the disdainful set of the jaw, the panic in the starless eyes. She pressed her mouth to the place where Harrow’s nose met the bone of her frontal sinus, and the sound that Harrow made embarrassed them both.

‘Too many words,’ Gideon said confidently. ‘How about these: One flesh, one end, bitch.’

The Ninth House necromancer flushed nearly black. Gideon tilted her head up and caught her gaze. ‘Say it, loser.’

‘One flesh - one end,’ repeated Harrow fumblingly, and then could say no more.” - GtN, p. 356-357

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[icecream4starscream]

NOTE! I did NOT do this artwork, I merely recolored it for the sake of having a visual reference. This is what I imagine Starscream to look like in the form of a WWII Messerschmitt Me 262 jet. This is the form he takes in my Ao3 fanfic of him. I probably spent way longer on this than I needed too, but I really like how the recoloring turned out.

He froze.

Before him, barely illuminated by the light, was the sleekest and most streamlined plane Otto had ever seen in his life.

It was a Messerschmitt, no doubt, he'd worked on enough of them to recognize the company's engineering tendencies, but it was a model he'd never seen before.

He'd only ever heard scant rumors from other pilots. Experimental planes being worked on in secret, their speed supposedly able to surpass all other aircrafts ever made. What he'd heard seemed so exaggerated, the capabilities so impossible, Otto had begun to doubt if such an aircraft really could exist.

Yet here it was, right in front of him.

From nose to aft, barring the alabaster underbelly, the entire fuselage was a vibrant crimson. The swept wings, reminding Otto of a swallow in flight, bore a subtle off-white hue which, aside from the Balkenkreuz cross, were only accented by a thin red stripe and a white line running parallel to the back rim of the leading-edge slats.

The massive podded engines, fused to the bottom of the wings, were painted in stark contrast to the rest of the body. Their sky blue color, only ever used on a select number of planes, was also streaked on the back half of the tail's horizontal stabilizers. It was not a color Otto would've expected the designers to use, especially alongside the red paint. In any other instance he would have found the combination garish and ostentatious. But somehow, the contrast managed to enhance the appeal of the other colors; it certainly made the red pop all the more.

But the most unusual design choice by far, something never seen on any plane ever, was the slight orange tint present in the glass of the cockpit.

Otto's heart felt ready to leap out of his chest.

Maybe it was the shock of having such a valuable plane in his barn, maybe it was the danger that having something like this might bring, but deep down he knew, it was the sheer joy and euphoria of just marveling at a really, really, really beautiful plane.

And this was a damn jet.

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[lunarcloak]

Blue Lock Chapter 262: Visual Storytelling

Can we talk about the visual imagery this chapter?? Kaneshiro is always cooking but Nomura cooked extra hard this time with his own illustrative storytelling

An almost entirely white panel. Except for the black spot of Kaiser's hunched figure. Almost as if he's the stain on an otherwise perfect game from BM right now. (He's thrown off balance.)

Here, in the first picture, this is Isagi's view of where Kaiser is right now. On top of a puzzle piece— a symbol of Isagi's power, and also a symbol of how off kilter he is. The second picture is part of a larger paneling of how he's being left on the ground as Isagi runs past him in a flurry of puzzle pieces. Almost as if Isagi's kicking the pieces of his perfect puzzle astray, leaving him to rebuild them from scratch. (The theme of this chapter.)

You can tell he's only barely listening. Eyes are always a huge indicator of visual storytelling— i picked this up from looking at BSD panels for too long. Here there's virtually no pupils, smaller, wider eyeballs because he's not listening to Ness's words. They're going in one ear out the other. Because Ness's words are superficial— He's trying to help, he is, but that is desperately NOT what Kaiser needs right now. He needs to figure out how to FIX this. Not to retreat back into the safety of his cocoon so that he can pretend he's still the star on the field.

NOTICE HOW EVERYTHING IN THE SECOND PANEL CAN DIRECTLY BE RELATED TO ISAGI. The offer from Reale— what if Yoichi gets it instead of me? The throne in this team— what if Isagi takes that, too? Am I about to lose everything I worked to get myself? The whole world is watching my worst performance in years. I can't lose here. I can't be defeated here. Not here, of all places, in Blue Lock.

Negative colouring. The previous, prominent memory I have of this is when Rin went to his "flow" state. It's specifically to emphasise the "HUMAN" wording. It's usually used to showcase a very prominent moment, in this case it's Kaiser realising exactly what the core of his worry is right now. It isn't the defeat, not beating Isagi, not anything. At the moment, he's afraid of losing the very humanity he had thought he clawed himself into. To emphasise this, the black and white being reversed are to indicate that time almost freezes, completely changing his perspective and line of thought at that moment.

Less dramatic, still negatively scaled panel. Emphasising how he's really digging into his psyche here and going "Oh, I'm scared. I'm afraid of losing everything I've got for myself." The last time this happened was when his secret money stash was found— he didn't care as much then, because there was nothing to lose that he hadn't already lost. But now? Now, it matters a lot more. Because he's built himself up on an entirely shaky foundation. Note how he's also sliding below here, losing his footing, like he's lost the stable ground he thought he had.

The angle of this panel makes it look like he's climbing upwards, and he's just lost his grip on the wall before him, and is in the process of falling. It's extremely well done.

Plenty people have already pointed this one out— yeah Isagi's just reached a height that's similar to Noa's. The position Kaiser thought he used to have, but now he's not even on the staircase to victory and the treasure he thought he would attain soon is now inching towards his most challenging rival to date.

You will never see him this tired, this defeated, or this melancholic ever again. At this point, his eyes are no longer that wide, shocked stare of not seeing. Now he's comprehended his stance, and he's come back into himself.

Each petal is a memory, a visual representation of the crumbling of the rose he once held. It's gone now, there's no rose in his hand anymore (nothing for him to hold onto anymore). When you have no roses in hand, you grow a new bouquet. When you have nothing, there's nothing to lose if you go reaching for something to hold onto again.

But HERE, the petals can be interpreted in two ways— either he's being reformed from the petals of a new rose (blank petals, not representative ones). OR, you can interpret it as those very petals dissipating from his being, leaving him as this black, blank slate to rebuild himself. Zero— as in no colour, no petals, no gardens to flourish anymore. Only way to move now is up.

Also I'd like to draw your attention to the negative paneling again— inverted this time, the exact opposite of the previously conveyed emotion. Now he's the one in the black, working to redefine himself. He's already redefined the external aspects.

Your Zero— Your Beginning. I LOVE this page, even if it's a repeat. It conveys so much. Kaneshiro and Nomura are such a GOOD TEAM

A black hand clasps around the core memory— the memory of when he truly had only his football. He can't let that petal float away, that's one he wants to keep. That's the idea he wants to hold onto. He crushes the petal into his hand, assimilating it into his new beginning. That's the one he'll hold onto, to recraft the person that is Michael Kaiser.

[neosimi]

🍃 4t2 the woodwind collection by greenllamas 🌿

happy tuesday! here is this wonderful living set made by greenllamas. there are 11 objects in total, four of them are repo'd. the full object list and polycount is under the cut. as always, please lmk if you run into any issues. enjoy!~ ｡:ﾟ૮ ˶ˆ ﻌ ˆ˶ �� ﾟ:｡

files are compressed. collection file included.

download: [sfs] | [box] ♡

credits: @greenllamas.

OBJECT LIST/POLYCOUNT:

Clarinette 2-Seater Couch - 564 polys | $200

Clarinette 3-Seater Couch - 528 polys | $300

Deformed Olive Tree - 632 polys | $250

Deformed Olive Tree (Table Size) - 632 polys | $55 [REPO]

First Quarter Console Table - 211 polys | $150

Full Moon Coffee Table - 174 polys | $200

Hungry Moon End Table - 262 polys | $85 [REPO to full moon]

Hypnosis Vinyl - 98 polys | $45

PURRRRR Rug - 12 polys| $105

Third Quarter End Table - 148 polys | $75 [REPO to first quarter]

Wazowski Chair - 488 polys | $160 [REPO to 3seater]

note: the clutter on the tables is not included. the vinyl is not pictured, that's my bad lol.

[onehundredflamingos]

1 / wait / 262 words

@stag-microfic

“Wait!” James called, running after the absolutely breathtaking man he had just cashed out at the supermarket.

The man turned around, biting into the apple he had just bought. He looked bored, but unhurried as he chewed, long tan fingers wrapped around the fruit.

James swallowed thickly.

“You — you forgot your receipt,” he said, handing it to him with an outstretched arm. He was embarrassed at how hard he was breathing from the fifteen foot jog from his cash register to where they were now standing, and he tried to slow it. He took a deep, steadying breath. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted it.”

The man took it out of James’ hand and looked it over, nothing but one single apple listed on the strip of paper — the apple that was now half-eaten and fully non-refundable.

He bit into the apple once more with his perfect teeth, and held it there, only halfway bitten through. Digging through his pocket, he fished out a pen and scribbled on the receipt before handing it back to James and fully biting off the chunk of apple.

“I don’t want this,” he said around the mouth full of food. He pushed the receipt back into James’ hand with a devastating smirk that nearly made James’ knees buckle.

He turned and walked away, and James finally looked down at the crumpled paper in his hands.

“Barty,” James read aloud, grinning like a fool. He walked back into the supermarket, vowing to call Barty at the handwritten number just as soon as he was off work.

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Tongue Piercing- Legolas x Alternative!Reader

Summary: Legolas is very interested in readers tongue piercing. They show him what it feels like

Word Count: 1, 262

The portraits that adorned the walls of the Mirkwood library could only be described as perfection. Legolas had wanted to show you all of his home, and had spent the past few hours walking with you and talking about its history and beauties.

As you walk along, viewing the regal art, you discover one that looks like your elvish tour guide.

“Legolas is this one you?” You ask smirking at the handsome elf.

“Um well, yes, yes that’s me. I didn’t have many portraits as a child, so last spring my father wanted a more important looking portrait done of me.” He explains bashfully.

Though Legolas was a prince and warrior, he could tend to get quite flustered when his status was mentioned. Legolas was quite a humble prince and he didn’t really like to be fawned over.

Looking up at the large portrait, you couldn’t help but marvel, not just at the quality of the art, but how the painting captured Legolas’ beauty; a beauty that was both strong and sweet. Taking in the art for so long, you began to become so enthralled that you hadn’t noticed you’d been playing with your tongue piercing, flicking it up and down and lightly running it through your mouth.

In your world, piercings weren’t all that odd and people didn’t really think twice or react too amazed at them, but in this world they were an abnormality. Being so used to your piercings normality, you were confused to hear Legolas’ light gasp beside you. Turning your head from the portrait, you look over to see Legolas’ eyes wide in both wonder and concern.

“Legolas, what’s the matter?” You turn to your new friend, concern now etched into your face as you lightly take his hand and shoulder.

Looking into his eyes and seeing his own flicking down to your lips, you began to understand. Seeing his worried expression about something you considered so mundane, you couldn’t help but giggle a bit.

“It’s my piercing isn’t it?” You smirk up at him.

“Yes, well, you, you have many piercings on your face but-I-I was unaware of your tongue. I mean your face is pierced and your tongue is um…” Legolas began to ramble, obviously not quite sure what to say, his flustered state making you laugh again.

“Legolas, it’s okay. It’s a tongue piercing. I have piercings on my face and tongue because they’re jewellery that I like the style of. I know it’s not common here so I understand your worry. Where I’m from they’re quite common.” You explain calmly to him, both of your hands now soothingly intertwined with his.

“May, may I ask you a question?” He says timidly, his eyes meeting yours shyly.

“Of course, Legolas. You don’t have to worry about offending me.” You reassure him with a sweet smile and a squeeze of his hands.

“Well, how, how does it feel?” He quietly asked.

“To have done or how does it feel in my mouth?” You genuinely asked.

“Bo-both I suppose.”

“Well it obviously hurts because it’s something being stabbed through my flesh,” you laugh jokingly, “but the pain was relatively quick and the healing wasn’t too bad.” You reassured your new friend.

“A-and in your mouth? I mean um..” he awkwardly questioned.

With the cute blush that now covered his cheeks and his awkward wording, you couldn’t help but laugh at his flustered state.

Since the moment you laid eyes on Legolas, you found him extremely attractive. As you got to know him, you found yourself craving the way he blushed and the friendly touches you gave each other. You hadn’t really done anything to properly flirt with him yet, but the way he was blushing and staring at your mouth, you couldn’t help but take up the opportunity to play with the sweet prince.

“Would you like to feel?” You asked him, your voice now dropping seductively as you moved slightly closer to him, your chests now almost touching.

“Ye- I mean if yo- you’re comf..”

Cutting him off, you take one of his fingers in your hand as you bring it to your open mouth. Keeping your eyes locked on his, you begin to swirl his long finger along your tongue. He can’t help but stare at you with desperate eyes, as if begging for something more but not knowing fully what he needs.

Seeing that Legolas was definitely into the little game you were playing, you decide to close your mouth around his finger and suck up and down, putting on a provocative show for the young prince. Legolas can’t help but let his eyes flutter slightly and moan at the show before him.

Releasing his finger with an exaggerated pop, Legolas lets out a quiet breathy moan. Smirking and biting your lip at the prince, you place his hand on your waist as you lean in close to his ear.

“Would you like to know how it feels against other things, Legolas?” You whisper seductively, your tongue coming out to lick along his neck, as your hand lightly strokes his hardening bulge.

“Mmm, y/n, pl-please.” He pathetically moaned out, head dropping back slightly.

“Please what, Legolas? What do you need, sweet prince?” You continue to tease him, your pierced tongue making its way up his neck and over his jaw.

“I-I- I need to feel you! Please make me feel good.” His moans growing louder as you rubbed his bulge faster.

“What a good boy.” You smirk against his neck.

Grabbing onto the back of his head you crash your mouth against his in a heated kiss. As your tongue slipped into his mouth and began exploring his, he gasped out at feeling the cool metal in his mouth. Continuing your heated assault on his mouth, your hand begins to pull down his trousers, his cock springing free and bobbing.

Breaking the kiss, you rest your forehead against his as you begin to stroke his hard cock. Your light strokes cause him to let out a whining moan, loving the feeling of your touch but needing more. Smirking and staring into his desperate eyes, you push him against the wall and drop to your knees in front of him.

Continuing to rub his length, you lick up the underside of his tip, making sure to dig your piercing into the sensitive skin. The delicious sensation causing his eyes to close and his head to lightly thud against the wall.

“You ready, Legolas?” You ask him, staring up at him sweetly.

“Please…” he begs sweetly, looking down at you with pleading eyes.

Smirking up at him, you lick the underside of his cock once again, before taking his whole head in your mouth. Starting to suck lightly, you begin to work him further into your mouth. The sweet moans and gasps from the elf prince above you sounded like heaven, and it only made you work faster with your hand and lick and stuck him harder.

It didn’t take long of your talented and studded tongue working Legolas before he started to lightly grind into your mouth, whimpering how good it felt and how close he was. With a sweet and breathy moan, Legolas released into your mouth. Tasting him on your tongue, you swallowed everything he gave you. Taking him out of your mouth, saliva and a small amount of cum on your lips, you smirk up at him as you give him one last little lick with your stud on his head, a small last little whimper leaving his sweet parted lips.

[munsonluhvr]

: playing with his hair - (eddie munson)

contents: essentially sfw! how you'd play your baby boy's hair / you obsessing over eddie's hair. word count - 262.

notes: it was really hard for me to decide if I wanted this to be sfw or nsfw bc half of me wants to run my hands through Eddie's hair gently and softly and the other half of me wants to pull it while I peg him from behind - idk ya'll sue me.

you'd kill to have hair like eddie's. your fingers travel down his soft curls, the silky softness running against your fingers. you sit on his bed, your back against the headboard. eddie is on his back, his body nestled between your legs, his head resting on your abdomen. he hold his guitar across his body, his fingers picking at the strings as he relaxes against your body.

your fingers work through his shoulder length hair, stroking softly as you spend time with your baby, showcasing your love language - physical touch. if you could, you'd stay like this forever, ignoring the outside world and all that inhabits it. if only.

you don't realize you've paused stroking eddie's hairs until he shifts against you. "don't stop," eddie says, bringing you back into consciousness. you pick up where you left off, stroking his locks again. a smile tugs at the corner of your mouth as you play in his hair.

eddie's room is almost silent, the only sound that fills the room is the sound of eddie's guitar as he messes around on it un-seriously. even though he's joking around, eddie makes the mess of musical notes sound beautiful.

from the front of his forehead, you drag your hand through his hair, pulling it back gently. you lean forward, pressing a kiss to his temple. "you're so good at the guitar, I don't know how you move your fingers so fast like that," you say softly and innocently.

eddie leans back, a mischievous look dashing across his face. "want to see what else my fingers can do?"

[epickiya722]

I'll be honest, I'm going to sound probably all over the place with this, but I tried my best!

Okay, so going back to chapter 252, I see that Yuta was indeed sliced by Sukuna, but what I wasn't expecting that would resort to him being sliced in half just as Gojo was back in 236.

This is where it got confusing to me. How was Yuta sliced in half? Why was he sliced in half? Before this, just like Yuji, he was tanking Sukuna's cuts and using RCT. Just before this moment, Sukuna was also hit with Jacob's Ladder and his guard is at his lowest.

Did Sukuna manage to actually execute a slash that could completely cut through at that specific, odd moment and Yuta couldn't stop it? Or... did Yuta let it happen?

What if Yuta is just... tired?

I know, I know!

Like, I don't know, it just seemed odd to me.

It gets me that in 262, they state that their plan is that if Satoru loses and dies, his body will be taken over by Yuta, but... that was it. No one said anything that in order for Yuta to take over Satoru's body that he (Yuta) had to be mortally injured.

He could have switched his brain without being on the verge of dying, right? Which makes me question when Kenjaku uses the technique, does Kenjaku have to be close to dying to body hop?

That's for another day!

I recently (last week) rewatched JJK 0 and watching the beginning of that movie reminded me just how depressed he was and how little of himself he cared for. Yuta tried to off himself.

Also take note that he is constantly amazed by whatever his friends do. Evident enough against his fight against Geto. In 261, he shifts the attention back onto the topic of Gojo when Maki remarks how he's important to him, too. His reaction is highly negative.

He gets angry, and thinking about what Maki said, I feel like that has a double meaning. Yuta is important because he is a friend. But he is important because he is also a weapon. He is the best player after Gojo that they got, he's the strongest after him.

It's almost feels like this is the moment Yuta decided to just throw it all out the window and take that risk because he was tired, but at the same time he wasn't just going to leave the others hanging.

This chapter does feel a little like the ending half of Shibuya. Yuji is once more unable to finish off the enemy that has been constantly terrorizing him because of an interruption by someone with a technique that allows them to use other techniques and just so happen to arrive possessing the body of a Special Grade sorcerer.

But let's go deeper into this, because when you think about it... Yuta is the Yuji in 261.

There are people dying around him after Gojo is out of commission in some way because of a dark haired villain who again uses the techniques of someone else! Both Yuta and Yuji had Gojo on the mind, but disregarded themselves, however there is a difference. Yuji's main goal was to save Gojo, Yuta has to use Gojo's body.

Here's something else about 261. Yuta is also like Kenjaku here. Both choose to possess a body because the technique engraved in the body is useful.

However, in opposition, Kenjaku willingly seeks out to do this. Kenjaku wants to do this because it benefits Kenjaku. Yuta doesn't want to possess Gojo's body, it's not something he is at all happy about. It's not something he ever dreamed of doing.

While this chapter is similar to the Shibuya Incident, there's bits where it mirrors Shibuya but distortedly. Kenjaku gets away with Gojo at the end of that arc. Here? It's not looking too good for Yuta. (I do believe in him though. I do feel like he will indeed accomplish something here.)

It's reminded that Yuta's technique allows him to copy a technique for five minutes. When Mei Mei points out the three possible outcomes of Yuta's technique timer running out, two of them has a result that may lead to death. Only one doesn't, and that's living on in Gojo's body.

So Yuta knows that he has a possible higher chance of dying possessing Gojo's body.

There's also the case of taking over Gojo's body to use his techniques was a last resort when everyone else was wiped out. When Yuta arrives back on the battlefield, Yuji had his claws right in Sukuna's chest. Yuji probably would have easily ripped Sukuna's heart at that moment had not Yuta showed up.

And I know, I know some Yuji's fans wanted that, I definitely would have loved to have seen that (payback), but I think back to Yuta's words in this chapter and overall what has happened.

Everyone, at some point, had to shed that bit of their humanity to win their fight.

It takes a curse to kill a curse. This is literal and figurative to the story. To be a jujutsu sorcerer you have to shed some bit of yourself to kill a curse.

This whole time, Yuji, probably the most human character (how ironic) has little by little shed his humanity as the story progresses. He's losing himself.

What if Yuta caught that? While we know Yuji didn't know some of the plans doing on, we can guess it wasn't the case vice versa. What if Yuta knew about everything or most of what Yuji had to do to get to where he is?

What if Yuta coming in right as Yuji was about to rip out Sukuna's heart was him saving Yuji from losing that last bit of humanity he has? Keep in mind that Yuji and Sukuna mirror each other, so ripping out his (Sukuna's) heart would make Yuji no better than Sukuna.

Shibuya was the start of Yuji truly believing himself to be less of a human. Chapter 261 mirrors Shibuya in some regards and I feel like the next couple of chapters may be Yuji seeing himself as a human, not a cog, again.

What if for the next chapters during Yuta's second confrontation with Sukuna, Yuji may get that hit of morality back when he learns what Yuta has done, he'll reflect on it and think about himself? What if once he learns what Yuta has done he gets a "do I want to be like that" moment?

I don't know, I don't know. But I feel like this...

Yuta is tired. He has those dark shadows under his eyes that make him look physical tired, but what if that is also a connotation/visual way of saying that Yuta is tired of how his life is now?

He acts like he's in a better state than how he really is and maybe this whole time, he just wanted to let go. He puts on this show though because he doesn't want the others to fret over him and snapped when Maki said he was important to them. He no longer felt like a human. Just a monster, a cog to the system... a curse, if you will. He accepted death when he knew there wasn't a high chance of escaping it.

However, he chose a moment that was "Hey, I'm going to die and I accept that, but you (Yuji) I'm giving a chance". I'm sure he knew about Gojo's plan to wanting a better future for the next generation. He's continuing to pave a way for that generation. Yuta's giving Yuji that chance to still be human, something he feels he can no longer be. He's been in Yuji's shoes, so he certainly know the path Yuji may be heading. Yuta may have the intentions to stop him heading in the same direction he and Gojo were steered into.

This may be Yuta's way of helping Yuji break that cycle.

[themculibrary]

Brave New World Fics Masterlist

Another Word for Baby (ao3) - SunsetMaiden sam/bucky T, 1k

Summary: “You came back,” Sam said, scanning the bedroom until he found his partner lounging near the window that overlooked the city. Dark eyes landed on Bucky’s beloved frame, drank in the sight of him until Sam could breathe a little easier again.

“Course I did.”

“If anyone sees you…”

“Nobody saw me, Sam. You know nobody saw me.”

With a nod, he finished drying off, tossing the towel into a nearby chair. Standing in the middle of the room, barefoot, bare-chested, clad only in Bucky’s favorite pair of Sam’s sweatpants—the gray ones with the drawstring that drove Bucky a little mad. Whether Sam had donned them because subconsciously he knew Bucky would come for him tonight or because he just wanted to feel close to the other man, Sam couldn’t say for sure. But he could feel that intense slate gaze rove hungrily over his body all the same. A body a little more banged up since Bucky had seen it last.

Bedside Manner (ao3) - sparklingbinjuice sam/bucky E, 2k

Summary: Mild spoilers for Captain America: Brave New World. Bucky visits Torres while he's in hospital and lends him a helping hand.

falling (ao3) - LinaRai sam/bucky T, 1k

Summary: Riley falls, and Sam isn't fast enough to catch him.

Years later, Joaquín falls. Bucky's there to pick up the pieces.

Here For You (ao3) - mlmtony sam/bucky G, 1k

Summary: Joaquín is in critical condition after being shot down to the ocean in Celestial Island. Sam can't help but feel responsible and is having a really hard time, Bucky can't stand to watch the love of his life suffer like that.

I'll Show You Love, I'll Show You Everything (ao3) - Cobrafantasies sam/bucky M, 1k

Summary: Concerned about Joaquín, Sam has trouble sleeping. He doesn’t mind when Bucky spends the night easing his worries.

Next to You (ao3) - KatieComma joaquin/sam M, 1k

Summary: After Joaquín is injured, Sam waits for him to get better and reflects on what Joaquín means to him.

Nightmares (ao3) - Oracle (Omen1362) sam/joaquin G, 262

Summary: Sam remembers seeing Joaquin fall, and being helpless to do anything.

nothing to talk about (ao3) - Exorin bucky/joaquin E, 3k

Summary: Torres has never figured out how to stop putting his foot in his mouth.

Pep Talks (ao3) - midnightdragons sam/bucky T, 1k

Summary: Extended scene of Sam and Bucky in the hospital, with a look into Sam's thoughts and more possibilities of their future together. (Can be read as romantic or platonic.)

Running With Turtles (ao3) - catwalksalone sam/bucky E, 5k

Summary: In a hotel on a campaign stop, Bucky gets a night-time visitor.

Say What You Need to Say (ao3) - Siancore sam/bucky T, 1k

Summary: "It's a private room. Go away."

He could hear the weariness in Sam’s voice and that tugged at his heart. He sidled up next to Sam.

"Missed you, too," Bucky said then.

Sam turned to look at Bucky, whose eyes were soft. He knew they were soft. Sam had that effect on him. Sam looked away then, as a small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. His smiles, no matter how small, always made something akin to a flutter settle inside of Bucky’s chest.

“I hate to admit it,” Sam proffered, and Bucky knew he was going for banter. “I'm glad you're here."

Shadows of a New Dawn (ao3) - NameStartsWithN G, 463

Summary: In the aftermath of “Brave New World,” Bucky Barnes reflects on his journey from a haunted past to a hopeful future.

Bucky POV post-movie drabble

Stars and Stripes (ao3) - Asexual_Enjolras sam/bucky G, 4k

Summary: Following the events of Captain America: Brave New World (spoilers), Sam Wilson finds himself knocking on the door of one James Buchanan Barnes for a debrief. He may have a few broken bones, but Sam knew there was still something else he had to do before he could rest up ... he had to tell Bucky exactly how he feels about him.

Or, after Bucky tells Sam: "I love you, buddy", Sam feels guilty that he didn't tell Bucky he loved him too and he does everything he can to fix that.

Test of Trust (ao3) - otomiyatickles G, 1k

Summary: Sam wants to prove to Bucky that Joaquin is both worthy and trustworthy to be his partner, and Bucky... just plays along.

us against the world (i need you to save me) (ao3) - plincess_cho sam/bucky G, 2k

Summary: The demons that swirl around Sam's mind tell him that Steve made a mistake, and Sam can't seem to quiet their lies on his own.

But he doesn't have to fight alone.

yours to keep (and yours to lose) (ao3) - bookwafflefangirl bucky/joaquin/sam G, 1k

Summary: "I came by as soon as I heard."

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Set immediately after Captain America: Brave New World, but with a Sam/Bucky/Joaquín twist.

[alacants]

user alacants I'm so happy you're back 🫶🏼 considering the news of the day, would you tell me more about Juanki/Moyav history? Is there something in particular to know? Thanksss

💕 thank you, it's been a VERY fun day to be back!! with the caveat that the first half of moya's career is before my era of fixation expertise, here are some notable moments in the history of moyarrero: 

1995: carlos moya debuts on tour and wins his first title in his fourth event.

french open 1998: moya wins his first and only major: "21, leading man handsome, and feeling invulnerable." meanwhile, juanki makes the junior final. this is unsurprisingly a popular narrative hook.

spring 1999: after making (and losing) the iw final moya becomes the first spanish world no. 1 in history. one week later, juanki makes his tour debut in casablanca.

barcelona 1999: in his second tour-level event, juanki gets a wildcard for barcelona and makes it to the third round, where he loses to moya 7-5 5-7 6-4.

fall 1999: moya withdraws from the us open with a back injury and only plays two more tournaments that year. he doesn't fully recover until early 2000. "though moya… regained his spot among the top players, he never quite recovered the aura or big-match confidence he possessed before his injury." meanwhile, juanki's just won his first tour title in his fifth event and is named atp newcomer of the year.

scottsdale 2000: juanki's first victory over moya, 6-1 7-6(7-5) in the second round, kicking off a string of 5 consecutive h2h wins. (trivia: juanki went on to lose the semifinal to leyton hewitt lol.)

barcelona 2000: juanki defeats moya in the semifinal 6-4 7-6(7-5) 6-2, before getting creamed 6-3 6-3 6-4 by marat in the final. (yes barcelona used to have bo5 finals!)

davis cup 2000 final: moya is semi-controversially left off the team. juanki, age 20, is included. we all know what happened next. moya was in the spectator stands when it did.

barcelona 2001 final: ferrero d. moya 4-6 7-5 6-3 3-6 7-5 in a four-hour match that's now considered one of the best conde de godo finals of all time. 

monte carlo 2002: ferrero d. moya 7-5 6-3 6-4. juanki is at the peak of his youthful twinky blond looks. (sorry. true tho.)

french open 2003: juanki wins his first and only major. does this sound familiar. meanwhile, moyarrero don't play each from late 2002 through early 2005.

davis cup 2003: moya is back on the davis cup team! spain have made the final!!! theyyyy do not win. in fact moya notches their only point as they get wrecked 3-1. juanki loses to hewitt AND philippoussis despite the fact that philippoussis tore his pectoral muscle mid-match.

2004: juanki freefall era! meanwhile moya is doing surprisingly fine for a guy who was supposed to be washed two years ago. interesting stat i just learned from wiki: moya was the only player on tour that year to win at least 20 matches on both clay and hard. (meanwhile-meanwhile, the jaws theme starts playing off the coast of mallorca.)

davis cup 2004: once again: we all know what happened here lol. a THRILLING MOMENT OF REDEMPTION for carlos moya, not… that… for juanki.

indian wells 2005: moya d. ferrero 6-3 6-4, this time kicking off a string of 4 victories over 2 years which is the only reason the h2h looks as balanced as it does.

2005-2006: carlos moya is having a very nice time on tour winning titles and hanging out with his friend and protege rafa nadal who talks about how great he is constantly :) juanki is. not. (reminder of the infamous quote "rafa did you admire any other players, like ferrero?" "no, just moya <3")

madrid 2007: their final tour match, a win for juanki. 

2010: moya retires with 20 titles and a 575-319 record.

2012: juanki retires with 16 titles and a 479–262 record. (iirc moya was at juanki's retirement ceremony but not vice versa, however i would have to check to confirm and i need to post this and go home.)

2014: moya has a brief and extremely ill-starred run captaining spain's davis cup team (taking over after alex corretja was more or less pushed out) and resigns after 9 months. with the captaincy open, juanki does everything but jump up and down shouting "me! me! pick me!" rfet instead picks gala leon. no one exactly covers themselves in glory responding to this. lmfao. 

2016: moya starts his coaching career with raonic.

2017: juanki starts his coaching career with zverev.

olympics 2024: what COULD have been their first real coach-level interaction via nadalcaraz doubles except juanki stayed home instead. hahaha.

davis cup 2024: rafafest 2k24 -> the great nadarrero reconciliation (?). we were all there and it was GREAT.

you can see the big gap circa 2014-2024 that mysteriously always seems to be present in my write-ups BUT i did just do a brief canvass of the literature and didn't turn up anything in particular so presumably it was just, like, the usual. moya's coaching rafa through a career twilight, juanki's training up his brand-new pokemon.