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[idkfitememate]

A Boar? In This Economy? Pt. 1

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૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN!Boar Reader x Genshin World

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 922

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Crack, fluff, found family

So, SAGAU right? Imposter ver specifically, right? Alllll of Teyvat has been ruled by some asshole who claims to be the creator, right?

Welp.

It’s time for you to get your ass isekai’d!

One problem though….

Instead of getting your phone, or having all the elements under your belt, or anything else…

You’re a boar.

Not like a “BiG tUsK sPeCiAl PaTtErN” boar.

Just a boar you can find in the starting areas of Mondstadt that just so happens to have golden blood.

Fun.

Hell, when you first woke up, you were confused on why you were short. And why you were in fours. And hairy. And why your mouth felt so damn heavy. And dragging yourself to a small pound, you figured out why.

Shaggy brown hair and small beady black eyes staring back at you. Large, off white tusks block your forward vision so you move to the side in order to see yourself better. Designs in a darker brown line your fur, a small tail flailing in the wind.

And that is how you spent your first few months in Genshin Impact.

A simple boar trying their damnest to not die.

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🍡🍪🍬୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

Apparently spending time by yourself makes the human mind bored (pun intended).

So.

You decided to build a boar friendly base in the trees.

You noted that all mobs weren’t hostile to you, most likely due to your god status. That and Teyvat was willing to literally bend itself backwards in order to ensure your survival. Making sure only the freshest of fruits fell to your feet, ensuring that the waters were calm when you wanted to swim, and that the winds would gently blow you off, making your fur all fluffy, so on and so forth.

It was especially nice when a hunter had their sights set on you, only for a pack of hilichurl to appear and slaughter the man, the ground swallowing him up.

Now, the first few times it was fucking horrifying, but then you kinda realized you they didn’t do that, you’d be super dead right now, so you pushed an apple over in thanks and took all the headpats you could get from the group.

Anyway, back to the main topic.

You got bored (pun intended again) of living on the ground where anyone could find you and kill you, and that was no fun! So you found a nice mountain side (since you didn’t have a map, you couldn’t say right off the top of your head where you were but you knew full well it was by Dragonspine. Gods you were so cold… but I’d be worth it!-) with a nice forest next to it, and began building.

With the help of nearby mita and lawachurls and - of course - Teyvat itself, you carved into the side of the mountain, creating a cave system that only a being as short as you could traverse. Then, you connected them to a large treehouse system and continued to work on said treehouse system. Someone would have to be focusing damn hard and not fighting the actual army of churls and slimes and other beasts that made their way to stay beneath your home to actually see… well your home.

And up you went.

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🎂🍰🍩୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

More months had passed, and confirmed many things for you.

A. The true “Imposter” had came here long before you.

B. They very weren’t a boar.

C. You did have a human form, but your “Creator” form had a boar as a symbolic animal.

Which, while initially was a little insulting, you came to (reluctantly) agree that, yeah. That was unfortunately pretty accurate.

You could be a bit sloppy at times, keeping a good appearance wasn’t at the absolute top of your list, as well as eating well… or drinking, but still!

You continued your now lavish boar life in the trees and caves, no longer bored (I’m not sorry for reusing this pun.).

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🍫🍦🍭୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

You had been in Teyvat for… a year now? No one suspected a boar of being the true creator, everyone was still being treated like shit by the “creator” and you were still tucked away in your little forest/cave structure home.

You got a little curious, and well?

You found that you could - in fact - do something cool!

You could control the elements! Outside of Teyvat just doing things that were in your best interests. You could grow vines! And spit fire! And burp lightning and squeal hard and loud enough that it created a whirlwind!

You could part the seas like Moses!

…

Anyway-

You may have gotten a bit carried away, feeling secure in where you were. So you let the churls braid some parts of your fur, and paint it… and they gave you a mask.

And you’d chase seelies. And rest with slimes.

And just do a lot of shit that most boars definitely couldn’t, wouldn’t and didn’t do.

And unfortunately, one night when you were doing a fire dance with one of your favorite hilichurl camps. (They were the ones to kill that first hunter. They also gave you your first mask and paint job).

Completely enveloped in the current happenstance, while you breathed large balls of fire into the night that somehow didn’t injure a single being nor set a single tree alight…

You missed the boy who believed he was a wolf watching from the shadows.

…Oops?

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : I’m shocked people actually like this thingy lol. Part 2 is on the way! As a treat, I fixed up some typos and fixed some grammar mistakes!

Have a good day/night dears! <3 ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

P. S. Now I made a tag as well!

[zikkytheblicky]

ofcc!! srry this is late.

☆ for my ml, angel anon.

(NON-BLACK PEOPLE DNI. THE SLUR IS USED MULTIPLE TIMES)

⊹content warnings⊹

(don't scroll past this, it's important since i changed up gojo n’ geto + readers attitude 😃)

- both gojo and geto blasian so dont be surprised if you hear suguru’s racist comments and satoru and suguru js speaking ghetto ☠️..

-feminine male reader- anon didnt specify but id they want me to change this i will make a separate post for them 🫶🏾!!

-black reader cuz angel anon is black.

-not smut nor fluff.. i forgot if this type of stuff is called lemon or lime! sorry 😭💓.

-reader gets kinda aggressive im ngl to you like he did not take gojos little antic lightly

-kinda made reader gojo n suguru ghetto. idk i didnt think ts with much thought

-gojo tries to get his lick back, forgetting you were a real 🥷🏾 despite being feminine. he needs to stop playing with m!reader fr

-you’re very spoiled because i’m a SUCKERERR for spoiled reader x jjk character.

-this is not proofread i’m so sorry 😭!! + i did this like at 11-4 or sum

-sadly anon didn’t specify if they wanted top surgery reader or not so to be safe i’m just gonna say he does!!

-use of you/your pronouns except for when gojo is yapping/complaining to you’re brattiness to getou.

-no sourcerer au.

-rich gojo (SHOCKING 😨)

a/n: i hate this piece it sounds so tacky 😭..

♡︎NOT CAPITALIZED ON PURPOSE !!

to say you weren’t usually bratty is an understatement— it rarely happens unless you’re joking or you’re being bratty towards someone else not gojo.

it all happened first, when gojo took you to get your nails done and you didn’t give him your signature move for when he gives you something you want— pulling on his collar/tie and kissing on his cheek along with a sweet, “thank you satoru ! i love you! see you later!” or something along those lines— you instead give him a mere glance and a dry, bored “bye, gojo.” before walking over to your bestfriend(s) who were also getting their nails done. and by the way you were giggling into your palm when you thought satoru left shows you were trying to get him riled up.

satoru thought it was cute ,

at first. then it started getting him annoyed and a bit triggered.

and what does he do when he doesn’t agree with something you do?

…

obviously don’t tell you about it and instead goes to bother his best friend- suguru- about it instead.

“he’s been acting so bratty suguru. i remember when i got him his favorite color of glittery roses and all he did was say a dry response like, “oh thanks, gojo.” HE DIDN’T EVEN SAY SATORU OR A PET NAME RAGGHH” satoru screamed out into his phone microphone, his eyes puffy from all the fake crying he did earlier.

“don’t you have work to do? also he’s just going through a phase satoru, you’ll live.” suguru said dryly, the sound of the clicking of a keyboard and the sounds of a pen being smoothly dragged across a paper filling satoru’s apple headphones.

“you wouldn’t understand suguru..” satoru whined, blinking his bright blue eyes at the camera. His pouting lips sucking up the last bit of juice from his drink.

“all you have to do is punish him y’know?” suguru muttered, he shuts his book staring at satoru with a disgusted face. “Ew . stop pouting your lips while making fuckin sucking motions you look like a monk.” suguru sniffed, grabbing his bonnet and putting his hair up.

“i dont wanna hurt himmmm-“ satoru whined, ignoring suguru’s racist comment.

“not like that, durdur.”

satoru could practically hear the roll of geto’s eyes as he saw the younger dark skinned man pick up his phone and turn off his camera- most likely about to get ready for bed- it was 11 am after all.

“in a sexual way, nigga.” suguru mumbled out, the sounds of crinkling sheets flowing in and out of satoru’s ears nicely.

“oh my god… suguru you mastermind.” gojo smirked, grabbing his macbook and opening it swiftly.

“jesus christ what are you gonna do, satoru?” suguru asked with a sigh, rubbing his temple soothingly- he sounded so tired of gojo’s antics.

“ight so the plan is..”

it is late. you just got home from an interview of what life is like being satoru gojo’s husband— you hate those types of reporters. instead of worrying about what the content of your creator was, they worried about your status. oh, how annoying they are.

you kick off your jordans, rubbing your eyes gently- thankfully you didn’t put on any eyeliner.

you head into the first kitchen on the first floor, went into the pantry and took out a fruit snack before you head upstairs- when you were pulling up into your driveway all of gojo’s cars were in his drive so you know he is home.

i’m surprised he isn’t cuddling up on me already.. You thought with a snort, twisting your curls in boredom.

your curls bounce as you skip your way up the carpeted stairs, entering you and gojo’s shared room.

“satoru-.”

there, you say your husband in a thin, silky robe, nike pro boxers on, his 24 carat gold stud earrings glistening in the low light the seeped into the room, a thin 24 carat gold necklace, and slides on. he was at his desk, typing away on his phone, he didn’t even notice you until you cleared your throat, crossing your arms over your chest.

the albino haired man lazily turned over to you, a bored look on his face though you could see a faint smirk on your husband’s face.

what is this nigga smirking for ? you thought with a scoff, your slippers making loud noises as you walk over to him.

“oh. hi, ‘mn’.” satoru’s tone was bored and disinterested, he went back onto his phone and started typing quickly. and he had such an excited expression, a ghost of a smile on his lips like he was trying to hide the fact that he was more interested in whoever he was texting instead of you.

and that pissed you off. like who the fuck is this nigga talkin too that catches his attention more than you? his boyfriend ?

that damn phone i'm about to throw that shit.

“satoru.”

no answer.

“satoru?”

no answer again. who the fuck was this negro on the phone with?

“SATORU-“ you yelled, pulling his ear out from his bonnet- being careful not to pull his earring out. sure, you were annoyed at him but you aren’t going to hurt him.

“what the fuck- what? damn.” gojo groaned, putting his phone screen to his chest with an annoyed glare.

who the fuck does he think hes talking too?

“nigga who do you think you’re talking to? i’m not the one stop trippin’.” you crossed your arms, releasing satoru’s ear.

“what did i even do?” satoru responded too calmly- the fucker had a visible smirk on his face too.

silence .

silence is what you “responded” with before smashing your lips with satoru’s, grabbing his white dreads and rubbing his scalp gently- completely opposite from your prior action.

satoru’s tongue licked almost every corner of your mouth, tasting the bitter vodka taste left in your mouth.

you both pulled away with a string of spit following each other's mouths.

“don’t dish out the heat if you cannot take the heat back, darling~!” satoru purred out, grabbing you by your waist and pulling you into his lap.

you tsked in response, resting your head on his neck.

and maybe later that night satoru punishes you by forcing you to cockwarm him for an hour straight.

(you failed after 10 minutes.)

ts is short asl ik but like 🙁

[fawtyy]

modern!anakin skywalker x reader- serein

description: highschool au! in your senior year of highschool, you were paired with anakin skywalker, the “schools weirdo” for the end of year project. in this little time before the project is due, you get to know him and come to a deep realization.

warnings: some emotional abuse, drinking, cigarettes, obi-wan is very out of character.

part 1

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Hearing the horn beep outside, you looked over yourself in the mirror one more time before grabbing your bag. Winter break was over and it was time for your last semester of senior year. It was still cold out but your boyfriend insisted on the short skirt you were wearing.

Walking downstairs, you seen both of your parents as they were getting ready to leave for work. Your father worked at a construction sight as the building manager, and your mom worked as a nurse at the local hospital. They strived to make sure you and your younger brother lived a nice life, at whatever cost, but also made sure that you knew what it took for them to make it this far. You were taught to treat the CEO with the same respect you treat the janitor with.

Your mom walked to you, a big smile on her face as she landed a kiss on your cheek. “Have a great day back, only 5 months left.” Nodding, you bid them both a good day, grabbed an apple and walked to your boyfriend’s car parked on the street. “Put a jacket on!”

Obi-Wan Kenobi, or Ben because Obi-Wan was “too lame”, had been your boyfriend for a little over two years now. He was the quarterback for your high school, leading them to many championships. He was the most popular guy in the school. You only got close when you did track in freshman year, him noticing you for the first time. Over a year later, he asked you out and the rest has been history. “Hey baby.”

He gripped the side of your neck, pulling you close in and attacking your lips. You responded but quickly pulled back once he let go. “Don’t you look good today.” You smiled, looking out the window.

Another thing about Ben, he’s a total jerk. It didn’t become this bad until he was given the title of leading quarterback in his sophomore year. Though he’s always been spoiled. His dad was the CEO of a major computer company, which raked in more money than you can imagine. His mom stayed home and raised the kids though didn’t clean because they had maids. His younger siblings were the same way.

The ride to school was filled with him talking about all of the scholarships coming his way, how his coach made him angry, and the rap music blaring through his speakers. The most consistent thing you heard was his phone going off every few minutes with a new notification, from his “friends”.

Pulling into a parking spot, you both got out of the car, his friends already crowding around. They were mostly football players, their girlfriends latched to their arms. You smiled at them only to have them roll their eyes, continuing to rub on their mans and eye up Ben. It’s always been like this. Before you met Ben, you weren’t popular, you really don’t like to consider yourself that now. It was leggings and a hoodie or T-shirt everyday. Ben changed your entire wardrobe. Crop tops, short skirts and short, heels and all kinds of makeup. You didn’t wear everything he wanted you to, but just enough to keep him happy.

Ben walked over and grabbed your hand, pulling you with him inside. He was talking about his schedule when a shiver when down your spine. Turning your head, you seen Anakin Skywalker, someone who Ben calls an “emo bitch” standing at the school entrance. He was looking your way, casting his eyes down when you looked back. “Y/n, are you listening? What’s your first class?”

Snapping out of your daze, you looked at your paper. “Um, I’m sorry, science.” He cursed, looking at his own paper.

“Mine is history. Let me see your paper.” He snatched it from your hands as you looked back, watching Anakin walk past you with his friends. He met your eyes again, holding the stare this time before his friends pulled him away. “Damn, we barely have any classes together. I guess I can get some of the guys to keep an eye on you.”

That snapped you back. “Keep an eye on me?”

He smirked. “You know, making sure no one is eyeing you like you’re theirs. Keep ya safe.” Rolling your eyes, you took your paper back. The bell rang and he pulled you in for another kiss. “See ya later, babe.”

Sighing, you walked to the science class, putting a little pep in your step when the second bell rang. Walking in at the last minute, you looked around to find an empty table. Walking to one closer in the back, you set your stuff on the floor and sat down. The teacher hadn’t walked in yet but someone did.

Anakin Skywalker looked out of breath as he looked around. You heard some giggles and laughing, causing you to notice some of Ben’s friends in here. Watching Anakin roll his eyes, you both realized that your table was the only one that could fit another person. Walking back to it, he dropped his bag and sat in the chair beside you. You slightly side eyed him but looked forward as the teacher walked in.

“Good morning class, my name is Mr.Smith and I will be your anatomy teacher. I know some of you are seniors, so you need this class to graduate.” Some of the guys cheered when he said seniors, something that made him roll his eyes. “Anyways, I’m gonna get this syllabus passed around so make sure to look over it and bring it back signed.”

The papers were passed back to Anakin and he grabbed two, sliding one your way. You gave him a small smile but he looked away before seeing it. Looking at the syllabus, you noticed the same thing everyone else did. “Wait, we don’t get to change partners?”

The teacher laughed and shook his head. “Nope, the person sitting next to you will be your partner for the semester. All of your labs and study time will be done with them. Your end of the year project will also be done with them. Which, if you look at your table number and the back of the page, that’ll tell you what project you have.”

Turning the page, you see a list of diseases with a number next to them. Your table was number 9, so your disease was Alzheimer’s. “The project will be to make a presentation about your disease and which part of the body it attacks and how it usually ends. It’ll be due two weeks before school lets out. You can start whenever, but I don’t take late work.” Looking at his watch, he sat at his desk with a smile. “Take the rest of class to get acquainted!”

Everyone started talking amongst themselves as you turned to look at Anakin. He was writing small doodles on his syllabus paper, seeming completely tuned out. “Those are cute.” He stopped, slightly looking at you and sitting up straight. “I’m Y/n L/n.”

He looked at your outstretched hand, eventually shaking it and nodding. “Anakin.”

“Did you understand everything about the project?”

He nodded again, looking back down at it. Sighing, you turned back in your seat, looking at your own paper. You could hear laughter again, as well as ‘loser’ and other things being mumbled. Looking back at Anakin, you finally took in his features. His ears were littered with piercings, as well as one around his lip. His hair was dark, pitch black and it looked like he put dark eyeliner around his eyes. He glanced back behind him before scoffing. “I’m sorry about them.”

He fully turned his head to look at you, holding eye contact. “They’re your friends, aren’t they?”

Turning your nose up in disgust, you shook your head. “Far from it.” He slightly smiled at that before going back to his paper. The rest of the time was quiet before the bell finally rang. He quickly grabbed his stuff and was the first one out the door.

Grabbing your bags, you seen Ben in the hall, surrounded by other girls. He was laughing and cutting up with them until he seen you, breaking away. “Hey baby! How was it?” You told him about the class as you both walked to your next class together. He stopped once you were done talking. “Anakin Skywalker is your lab partner? You’re gonna have to get that changed babe.”

“Why? He doesn’t really talk and he just stays to himself.”

“He’s a freak, like literally. You don’t need to be around that and I won’t allow it.” Breaking away from his hold, you raised a brow at him.

“Well I think it’ll be fine, Obi. It’s just a project.” Sighing, he shrugged his shoulders.

The rest of the day went by in a blur, all the way up until you and Obi were walking to his car. Looking across the parking lot, you spotted Anakin unlocking his door. Telling Obi you’d be right back, who was laughing with his friends anyways, you jogged over to Anakin, yelling his name.

He looked back at you, raising a brow at your smile. “Hey, can I get your number?” Raising both of his brows, you laughed. “We’re gonna be working on the project all semester, it’ll probably be best to get each others contact information.” Handing him your phone, he reluctantly took it, typing his phone number in. Handing it back, you took it with a smile and sent a text to his phone. “Cool, just text me with any ideas, see you tomorrow!”

You walked back to Obi, Anakin staring after you while Obi-Wan glared at him. All Anakin did was smirk and get in his car, driving off. “What was that about?”

You smiled at Obi, getting into the car. “Just needed his number for the project.”

Rolling his eyes, Ben took off to your house.

That night, after showering and getting into bed, your phone went off. Opening it up, you smiled seeing Anakin’s name. It was a link to a website with all kinds of facts and research on Alzheimer’s. Taking out your notebook, you began to write some of the facts down, creating thought bubbles and everything for the project.

The next day went about the same. Ben picked you up, ditched you mainly for his friends. You didn’t care too much today, wanting to get to class and go over some things with Anakin. As you were walking away, Ben caught up to you. “Hey babe, you’re in a rush today.” He laughed but you could see the confusion.

“I just want to get to class, love you.” Pecking his cheek, you entered the science class and took your seat. Ben stood at the door, trying to comprehend what happened.

Anakin walked in moments later, and you still had about 5 minutes before the bell rang. You smiled when he sat down and turned to look at him, taking your notebook out. “So I wrote all of this down from the link you sent me and I just wanted your thoughts.”

You never texted Anakin back last night but now he understood why. A tiny smile came upon his face as he looked over the details you wrote down, your little thought bubbles everywhere. It was cute.

“This is a good start, I like this.” Smiling big, you nodded, loving that he was talking more today.

“Cool, I was also thinking maybe we do a tri fold poster, since we have to showcase it and all.” He nodded, his smile becoming a little bigger.

The next few weeks would go on about the same. Anakin would open up a little more, day by day. You both would text more, not just about the project. You learned a lot about him in the past few weeks. He had his own band and they would perform at bars on the weekends. He only lived with his mother, his dad went awol. He loves space and he has a couple of animals.

Looking over your outfit, you smiled in the mirror. It was Saturday, yours and Ben’s date night. You’ve had one every Saturday night since you began dating. It was a time to not talk about school or football, just eachother.

Hearing your phone go off, you unlocked it and smiled seeing Anakins name.

‘Hey, are you busy tonight?’

Right as you began typing that you were, another message came through from Ben. Opening that one up, you smile dropped seeing his message.

‘Hey babe, we’re gonna have to skip date night tonight, Tyler is throwing a huge party since his parents are gone. I’ll pick you up in 30.’

Sitting on the bed, you stared at the phone in disbelief. Ditching our date, for a party? You didn’t like his friends and they didn’t like you. You honestly hated to be around them, especially outside of school. They were loud and just annoying. Hearing another text come through, you lift your phone up.

‘If you’re not, I was gonna invite you to see my band play tonight. It’s free to get in and they have other drinks instead of alcohol. I’d love for you to come. Here’s the address’

Jumping up, you got out of your short blue skirt and white crop top. Pulling some leggings and a AC/DC shirt on, you threw a zip up jacket over it and slid your shoes on. You didn’t have on any makeup except mascara and you put your hair in a ponytail. You grabbed your bag, sending one last text before putting your phone away.

‘I’m actually not feeling well, I hope you have fun, love you’

Anakin knew it was a dumb idea to invite you. You probably had plans with your popular boyfriend, he rolled his eyes at the thought. What made him feel worse was double texting you. “Hey Ani, we’re about to be up.” Nodding he grabbed his guitar and walked onto the stage.

You walked into the bar, seeing some people sitting at tables, other shooting pool or darts. Seeing an empty table, you sat down, waiting for Anakin to walk out. A waitress walked to your table and you ordered a water. You watched the curtain open, Anakin front and center as the lead singer. His eyes darted around the room, widening when he seen you. You smiled and waved, a small smile coming over his face.

He introduced his band and they began to play some songs. Some were their own but some were covers that they did well. You were so mesmerized, watching him sing and play, that you completely forgot your water. You could tell he had a passion for music.

Finishing up the last song, he thanked everyone and went off the stage. You stood up as he came around, smiling at you. “You made it.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, he paused for a second before hugging you back. He was just so happy you were here. Pulling back, you gave him a big smile. “You did so good! I loved it.”

You both sat down as another band went on to preform. Eating some food, you two went on to have a conversation about any and everything. You both were out of your element and it just felt right. Around 12, you both decided it was time to go home.

You walked outside, trying to call your dad to come get you. “Everything okay?”

Looking over at Anakin, you nodded. “My dad dropped me off, I think he went back home and fell asleep. I might have to walk…”

“Come on, I’ll give you a ride.”

“Oh, Anakin no, I really couldn’t ask you to do that-“

“And I’m not letting you walk home, let’s go.”

Shyly smiling, you walked to his car, him opening the passenger door for you. Shutting the door, he got in the driver side and started driving. You picked up the conversation while giving directions. “So, I’m surprised your boyfriend wasn’t over your shoulder the whole time you were here.”

Huffing out a laugh at his comment, you shrugged. “He doesn’t know I was here.” He looked at you with his brows raised. “Tonight was supposed to be our date night, we have one every Saturday. As I was going to text you back and let you know, he texted me and said he was picking me up for his friends party. I told him I didn’t feel well and came here.”

Slowly nodding, he came to a stop in front of your house, putting his car in park. “I’m sorry.” Giving him a look of confusion, he continued. “I’m sorry you’re with someone that doesn’t respect and cherish you.”

Taken aback, you opened your mouth only for nothing to come out. Taking a deep breath, you shook your head. “Obi cares, and he’s a great guy. You don’t know him-“

“No you don’t. There’s a lot of things you don’t see, at school or even on the streets. He’s not a good guy-“

“Obi is a good guy.” He leaned back in his seat as you cut him off. Sighing, you grabbed your bag, trying to get out. “Thanks for the ride.”

The door handle would open, causing Anakin to take initiative and reach over you to help. He made eye contact as a blush slightly took over when you realized how close you were. Hearing the door open, you quickly got out and ran inside.

Anakin watched and made your door closed before letting out an aggravated sigh. Hitting the wheel, he cursed and shook his head. “Good guy my ass.”

[ozimagines]

(Got a request involving him so I figured I’d post this first just to lay the groundwork for what I think of him.)

Dating Nikolai Stanislavsky would include…

Want a man who’s Russian, from Russia, and was born in Russia? Have I got the man for you lol

Dude strikes up a conversation with you on the street. He thinks he’s more suave than he is.

Prides himself on being a gentleman. He offers you his seat on the bus.

“So, what is nice girl/guy/person such as yourself doing in a place like this?”

You can’t help but smile at the cliche. You tell him you’re just going to get groceries. He asks if he can come along, showing you his bag as well.

You go shopping, and he compares them to the shops in Russia, missing his home a little but also excited that he can get green apples year round at Walmart.

He’s charming, letting you enter anywhere first and holding the door for you. Making sure he walks in front of you to clear the aisle. Reaching things on shelves you can’t.

He’s old fashioned.

You thank him for everything, and he asks for your humber.

“Might need someone to show me around the city.”😘

He texts you “good morning” and “goodnight” every single day.

You flirt at first. He’s cute in a gentlemanly way.

You don’t start getting serious until he takes you out one day, and give you diamond jewelry that he can’t tell you where he got it from.

You start to understand why he’s so sparse in his details of his background.

When he feels he can trust you, he mentions that you may not want to mention his name to any police. You take the hint but are understandably a little freaked.

He promises you that he’s not there for violence, and you take him at his word.

He takes you in classy dates; bookstores where you get coffee and read, sushi bars where he surprises you with his knowledge of world cuisine, and art galleries that he gets early access to.

You decide to surprise him for a change. You find out there’s a famous Russian pianist in town doing a small concert.

You take him, not telling him what you’re taking him to.

First song is Romance by Dvorak. There’s a violinist there too, and the piano and violin almost seem like they’re talking to each other. Like the romance is between them.

His eyes are closed for the first song, he’s transported back to his home in Russia, when shit wasn’t going sideways, practicing the piano for his mother. 🥰

He grasps at your hands, holding them for the duration of the concert.

He thanks you profusely afterwards, holding your hands, face in your neck, kissing it softly.

He takes you back to his to make love that night.

Stanislavsky doesn’t fuck very often; he makes love.

Candles and soft music and silk sheets.

He kisses all over your body, lips touching every sensitive point, thrusting firmly but gently into you. 🥲

You cohabitate pretty quickly. I think Stanislavsky is pretty domestic.

He can cook like a BEAST.

Memorizes different recipes around the world.

His draniki (дранікі) are seriously orgasmic tho.

His kartoshka (Картошка) are also quite delicious but it’s literally impossible to fuck up anything chocolate.

Reads the paper every morning even though phones exist.

Not big into social media. Like really really on the outs.

When you send him videos you have to text him a link. 😂

Often wears jeans in casual mode. American jeans. Feel way different than the knock offs he’s used to. (Based on my non-American exs’ opinions)

Recreates that photo with you of the solider coming home and kissing that woman in the streets ⬇️

Exceedingly and disgustingly romantic

Like very Eastern European views of love and traditions

Insists on holding the door for you. Will genuinely be butthurt if you don’t let him.

His favorite place to kiss is right behind your ear. It’s intimate and it lets him smell whatever fragrance you’re wearing that day.

Gifts you with things you can use together; pajamas he’d like to see you in, perfumes/colognes for him to smell, puzzles you can work on together.

After dinner every night, you sit on the couch and read together

Not a big TV guy

Often turns on music so he can dance with you; simple waltz’s and such🎵

When he loves you, truly, he tells you.

He’s European, he doesn’t consider it weird to express love that way.

“I have something to tell you. Just sit. I love you. More than all else.”

He gets protective over you too

Not a super violent dude, but he does what he has to for you

Will put himself between you and anything he considers to be a threat.

He calls you Russian pet names, but in English so you can understand: “my beloved”, “little sparrow”, or “mousy”

You call him “Nikki”. He doesn’t like it but he knows you do. ☺️

“Nikki?”

*sigh* “Yes, my wondrously beautiful?”

Has cold feet in bed. I’m sorry, he just does. 🙃

He enjoys being kissed on his collar bone. Turns him on more than anything.

Enjoys going to bed early and waking up early. Loves to see the sunrise.

He proposes to you during a sunrise. You two are having coffee, and you bring him his just right.

Two hits black cane sugar and a splash of goat’s milk (lactose intolerant boi)

While the sun comes over the horizon, he leans in, kisses you, and slips something into your finger

It’s his great great grandmother’s engagement ring, a beautiful starburst emerald in the center.

“Ready for another adventure?”❤️

“I love you, Nikki.”

“I love you too, Y/N”😘

Bonus: I think he’d genuinely be interested in Native American culture. Like genuinely enthralled by their history and resilience. That’s the only way you can get him to watch TikTok is if he’s learning something, but he follows Tia Wood and Shiva Nova. (Or makes you follow them, lol)

[indigos-shits-and-giggles]

John entered his bedroom, sighing as sat on his already made bed and pulled his shirt off and over his head. The room was neat and orderly, everything where it needed it to be and not a single thing on the floor. He'd like to pretend his room was always this clean, but in between missions at PEIP and going out with his husband, he hardly had time to pay attention to this sort of stuff until Sundays at least.

Right now, however, the General wasn't worried about the cleanliness of his room, he just wanted to relax after a long, long day. He deserves a nap.

While part of him wanted to clamber into bed right there, the ache in his ribs reminded him about the chest binder he had been wearing for far too long. It had definitely been more than eight hours already, he couldn't risk sleeping in it as well.

So, he grasped at the bottom of his binder and tried to tug the black mesh material over his face. He had just about gotten it off when it got caught under his armpits, the fabric bunching up against his skin. With another yank at the bottom, the man realised with a mixture of shame and irritation that he was stuck.

As he tried again and again to get his binder off already, John could only curse at himself for being such an idiot.

He was General John MacNamara of the US military, he faced against otherworldly forces both eldritch and eerie; and almost daily, too!

Yet, here he was, arms reaching towards the fluorescent lights at an extremely uncomfortable angle, and not even his husband was home to help him.

Just as he was about to let his frustration get the better of him, however, he took a deep, slow breath in an attempt to compose himself, despite the compressing fabric now bunched trying to think logically about how he got himself into this mess, and (hopefully) how to get himself out.

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

Last Sunday he had taken the time to clean every corner of his apartment, picking up all the dirty clothes and tossing them into the laundry hamper. As he reached to pick up his binder, he heard the phone ring, and in a brief lapse of judgement, he tossed his binder in the washing machine with his other clothes. He didn’t want to risk missing a call from PEIP, especially if it was about an emergency.

However, it turned out to be a very nice old lady who just so happened to have the wrong number. Of course, John tried to help her as best he can, and ended up listening to her talk about her grandson whom she absolutely adored for a solid half hour before he could bring himself to hang up.

The general had figured that considering today was one of his days off, he didn’t have to worry about wasting time.

But, as he sat on his bed, stuck with his binder caught under his arms, he remembered how unusually tight it had felt when he tried to put it on this Monday morning. At the time, he was in a rush and just convinced himself that it had always been this tight, and with a struggle he had pulled it on and over his chest.

Though he had drilled it into his head multiple times to only let it air-dry when he bought his first chest binder; he must’ve put it in the dryer. His binder had shrunken in the wash, and because of his lapse in judgement, he was stuck.

Now, he had two choices, thrash around in his self-imposed prison, or he could call for help. Knowing the obvious solution, he awkwardly reached down to his pants pocket, where he stored his rarely-used cell phone, and once he fished it out he typed in his husband’s phone number, fumbling all the while.

Just as he was about to hit the call button, John felt a chill run down his spine and he could've sworn the temperature dropped a few degrees. He glanced towards the open doorway, and locked eyes with those of an old friend who leaned casually against the door frame.

The denim-clad man smirked as he tossed a green apple into the air, catching it again with ease. “Hey, Johnny.”

“Cross.” John grunted curtly, face flushed with embarrassment and frustration. In any other circumstance he would have been even a bit more welcoming, but right now was definitely not the time. While his former mentor at least had the decency to avert his eyes, they both knew how vulnerable John was right now. Much to his surprise, however, there wasn't a hint of malice in the former colonel’s voice when he asked, “Need a bit of help?”

John didn't bother to answer Wilbur’s question, instead blurting out a couple questions of his own. “What do you want? Why are you here?!”

At John’s accusatory tone, Wilbur threw up his hands in mock surprise, sending the Granny Smith he was holding soaring into the air. Interestingly, however, it began to sink towards the ground lazily, as though it were falling in slow motion.

“What, can't I just help a pal out? For old time’s sake?” Wilbur asked.

They had done this before, before Wilbur had disappeared and MacNamara had first started transitioning. John had often gotten stuck in his binder and Wilbur would usually end up being the one to help him.

Now, of course, things were different. To everyone else, Colonel Wilbur Cross was dead. He had dissappeared back into the Black and White and pledged his allegiance to the Lords in Black. He was supposed to be PEIP’s enemy, but now he was standing in a fucking General’s room and offering to help him with his binder.

Before John could reply, however, his old friend had already made his way across the room as the apple still creeped towards the carpeted floor at a snail’s pace. John grumbled a few protests, but they fell on deaf ears as Wilbur gripped the bottom of his binder and slowly, carefully eased it over John’s head and slid it off of his arms. John shivered at his cold touch, and with his arms now free he crossed them over his chest. He was still red-faced with irritation, but though he would never admit it, he was a little grateful that Wilbur came to help.

Just as John was about to begrudgingly thank him, however, he felt Wilbur drape something over John’s shoulders and fastened two buttons over his chest. “What-” John stammered, a wave of repulsion washing over him as he realized just what he was now wearing. Wilbur had buttoned one of his denim jackets (yes, he wore two) over John’s shoulders, the stiff material so cold against his skin that it gave him goosebumps.

“Why did you give me this?!” John demanded, hurriedly yanking it off as though the inside was coated in acid.

“I thought it'd help you cover up!” Wilbur retorted, shielding his eyes as John dug through his closet. Wilbur almost seemed genuinely offended, scowling as he picked up the discarded jacket and put it back on while still looking away.

John emerged from the closet, now wearing one of his husband’s old sweatshirts. He wanted to shout, to berate Wilbur for even being there to begin with and to explain why he didn't want that horrid denim jacket anywhere near him. Yet, he paused to compose himself and said a quiet yet genuine, “Thank you.”

Almost instantly Wilbur’s scowl vanished, and John could almost hear the smile in his voice when he replied with a simple “Anytime, Johnny.”

For a moment, a brief, fleeting few seconds, they regarded eachother with the same familiar warmth as if they had both forgotten all that has happened over the years.

But of course, Wilbur’s drawling voice broke the silence, saying, “You should really get a new binder, you know. This one's basically ruined. And I'm not sure you'd want me having to help you out like this again.”

To John’s surprise, Wilbur scooped his mesh binder off of the ground and effortlessly tossed it into the trash can.

“Why--” John started to ask in confusion.

Wilbur shrugged, “I got you a new one, it's fine. Catch!”

Out of nowhere, Wilbur hurled something green- maybe a tank top?- at John, and the object sailed dangerously close to his head. Instinctively, John caught it, turning the mystery object over in his hands to see what it was.

It was a forest green half binder made out of comfortable cotton fabric. John fiddled with a zipper on the side, opening and closing it to see how well it worked. Finally, he noticed the tag on the collar, inspecting the spiky handwriting that spelled out his name, “John”.

“What d’you think?” Wilbur asked, regarding the new binder with pride. “I figured you’d want a zipper, so you'd be able to get out of it easily.” He continued with a grin.

“It’s great.” John chuckled, answering honestly as he felt the material once more. It wasn't too itchy or too soft, and he noticed that the arms were slightly lower than usual. He remembered how his old binders would always end up rubbing up under his arms, something that got really irritating over time. It was perfect.

Except… as he examined the tag once more, he noticed a second one sewed just under the one with his name on it. Printed on the hidden tag was a familiar logo with the words “Uncle Wiley Toys” written underneath.

Wilbur must've noticed that he saw it because he boasted, “Yeah, I made it myself. It's only a prototype, of course, we haven't gotten around to actually selling these bad boys.”

John began to examine it even more closely, no longer marvelling at the craftsmanship but instead searching for even the teensiest clue that it was cursed or had some sort of supernatural effect. The General was familiar with Uncle Wiley Toys, and he was fully aware of how their products gave power to the eldritch forces beyond.

He turned it inside out, methodically fiddled with the zipper in every pattern he could think of, then tentatively reached an arm through the arm holes and out again.

Wilbur snorted, clearly amused while watching him obsess over the binder. Despite his amusement, he said, “Look, Johnny, it's fine. It isn't possessed or haunted, okay? It wouldn't do me any good if it was.”

“Of course you'd say that.” John retorted, but eventually he finally gave up and folded the binder on his nightstand. As he did, he let out a huge yawn and a wave of drowsiness crashed over him. Right, he was going to have a nap.

“Can you go now?” John asked while rubbing his eyes.

Wilbur laughed, “Fiiine, I’ll let you get your beauty sleep.”

As the denim-loving man left the bedroom, he caught the still floating apple, clicked the lights off, and went to close the door. Just at it almost shut, he called over his shoulder; “See you next apocalypse!”

John, who had already crawled into bed right now, bolted back upright as the door clicked shut. “NEXT APOCALYPSE?!”

[thestarsarecool]

John Lennon: Please, Your Majesty, Can Our John Have A Free Pardon?

Andrew Tyler, New Musical Express, 19 January 1974

Heavy breathing over the phone as ANDREW TYLER gets the lowdown from LENNON in L.A. Genius is police harassment, says the Walrus

DEAR QUEEN:

I don't know if you ever read the New Improved NME – if not, maybe some hepcat of the Royal Household will pass on the word.

Now that you've seen young Anne married off to her heartthrob cavalier, and what with Charles playing googlies with Lady Jane all around, maybe you'll have time to reflect on the dilemma of one John Lennon, a Liverpool slum-kid genius who used to play in The Beatles and who, at the peak of his career, committed a kind of revolutionary hara-kiri when he returned your MBE medal.

It was a far out medal, your majesty, ace Organic and nice on the chest, but it wasn't actually you as a mum and companion of the horses he was getting at. It was all that Services To Exports/Build A Better Britain/Screw the Man On The Factory Floor bit that brought a lump to his shaving bowl.

Anyway, after the medal-dumping ceremony he kept getting visited at queer hours by squadrons of policemen and, before you could say cold turkey John was being court-martialled for possession of marijuana – a substance he swears was absent from his life around this time.

He now lives in New York City but because of his record the authorities over there won't give him a Green residents' card, which means if he leaves the country he'll never be allowed back in.

So now, our Queen, it's all down to you. All you have to do is say "OK, you nurds, enough's enough. I pardon thee John Lennon, on your feet and have a nice new year", and everything's back to normal.

John's not one to beg and grovel at your Royal appendages, but on the phone recently he did say it would be a great way out. So what do you think? There's a whole bunch of us who'd love to see John over here again for the odd visit.

And you know something, it's the only thing preventing John. Paul, George and Ringo working together again. Paul, you see, also got busted for substances and he's not allowed into the States any more. Ironic, isn't it?

Love, etc.

"I WOULD HAVE thought I've done more good for Britain than harm, wouldn't you?" John enquired over a faint line from Los Angeles.

Yes, I would have thought so.

"Did I tell you about the commerical we've done for the new album? Hah. It's great. We have the Queen plugging the record for us. It starts inside the house with a gate swinging open, over a red carpet and then inside. It's all done in very good taste, Your Majesty. It's a friend of mine in drag, as it were.

"There's 'Land Of Hope And Glory' and someone says" (in a plummy warbling voice) "'I've been asked to do this commerical. It relates to a gramophone record...' and it goes on like that. I'm hoping her Majesty will be able to laugh at it."

He won't say who the friend is but here's a clue. He works for Apple and he's a real queen. The correct answer is not Allen Klein.

"A few vodkas and it was all over." John reports. "His identity will be revealed by himself. I'm not sure how much he wants people to know about it."

Did he see the bonding of Mark and Anne and was he profoundly moved?

"Who?"

Young Mark and Anne.

"Oh yes."

What was your reaction to that?

"I didn't really have one."

Did they show it over there?

"Yeah. They had it on from two o'clock till dawn, or something. So we had the single. We didn't get to see the album though. I thought they looked all right. But I didn't really feel that much about it. I thought Anne's figure looked nice. They should have held it in Belfast, though.

"I was thinking of writing to the Queen, you know. I hope she reads NME. Yeah. I was after a pardon for being planted by the cops and being hassled for three years and everything that happened. That's one way to solve the problem.

"That so-called bust I was involved in has left me with a criminal-record. That's the legal reason they're trying to throw me out. If that was taken away there'd be nothing they could do."

Now here's a weird twist to the murky affair. The cop who starred in the Lennon bust has, himself, been incarcerated for four years for perjury relating to a drug bust case.

Detective Sergeant Norman Pilcher has has just been put down for four years. At the trial all sorts of stuff came up. Conspiracy and the like.

But Lennon suspects the case of the malfunctioning blue meanie is unlikely to directly affect his own case...

"The thing is, that in those days we were clean. We didn't have any stuff. But they kept on hassling and hassling and bothering Yoko and the deal was that if they left Yoko alone – and she was pregnant at the time – I'd cop a plea.

"And now the real answer is for me to get a pardon...but because I'm a naughty boy I don't suppose they want to give me one."

What he's still trying to figure out all these years later is what those gloating reporters and photographers were doing outside his place when he and Yoko were being escorted to their cells. Jack Warner and Edgar Lustgarten had always intimated that an arrest was a reasonably private business...restricted to the "guilty parties" and the officers concerned. Why the jamboree?

Lennon has an explanation: "A friend of mine from Fleet Street gave me a call after he'd overheard a cop in a pub saying how he was going to get The Beatles. Yeah, was was gonna get The Beatles. Which meant me. I mean, he's not about to bust Ringo or Paul. I was really up for grabs what with Two Virgins and living in sin with a foreigner and all."

Is our Queen about to be sympathetic to Lennon's plight? Can she relate to her stone-turning expatriot? They'd hardly make suitable tango partners but they do have at least one common point of interest: The Goons.

Yessir. Like Prince Charlie, Sister Margie and Tony Legsstrong-Jones, the Queen is alleged to have chuckled along with the Goons after her Sunday joint...not unlike Lennon who recently reviewed The Goon Show Scripts for the New York Times.

"It was a bit like doing a school essay." he say. "But like all my generation I was really drawn to The Goons. In many ways they influenced The Beatles as much as rock 'n' roll – Elvis and Little Richard. They were, to my generation, what we were to the next.

"I admire them all – but I've always reckoned Spike was the real lunatic."

WHAT ABOUT the trench-coat warfare. Is he still being visited and molested by the American gendarmerie?

"A year or so back they were following me around everywhere I went But I suppose they must have got bored going to the studio and hanging around for hours at a time. And they were tapping my phone. I think they wanted me to know they were doing it too because I kept hearing heavy breathing. It scared me at first but now it's a bot of a joke.

"No, I wasn't on Nixon's list of unfriendlies but I was on somebody's list, that's for sure."

There's a pattern to it all, he suggests. Not necessarily a coordinated conspiracy but a series of connected happenings that have numbered all the leading 60's cult figures.

Lennon's marooned in America, McCartney outside of it. The Stones are having to tread very lightly indeed, and Hendrix, Morrison and Joplin are dead.

"If they can separate all the big names in pop they effectively cut off the, quotes, "revolution" at its source. No more Woodstocks. No more mass gatherings. The real changes aren't gonna come from politicians. It's going to come from the artists and musicians.

"Even Bowie is a threat in a way."

Explain yourself, sir.

"Well, if you get Bowie on TV and somebody switches on in Ohio or Bradford and they see this person looking out at them, it's going to affect their whole way of life. He doesn't have to say Power To The People Right On. He is the message in himself. It's like holding a mirror up to society. It makes people react in a specific way that's better than having them half dead listening to Sandy McPherson.

"I just think it's all great. I'm not saying I'd do it but people like Bowie are an extension of rock 'n' roll. He still rocks like shit and keeps us going until the next phenomenon, ho ho, which is going to be this year, isn't it?"

Maybe the very next sensation will be curvaceous Ringo whose single is hot stuff in the States and whose album leapt into the Billboard charts at 4 – two better than John's Mind Games.

"I sent him a telegram last week saying: 'Congratulations. How dare you. Write me a hit song.'

"It's the first real pop album he's made and it's a good album. He deserves it. He's going to need all the royalties he can get to paper Ascot" (The home he just bought from Lennon). "He's going to need that hit just to keep up the garden."

JOHN'S OWN album didn't receive quite the same dazzling response, although it's nowhere near the bunch of horselicks Tony Tyler suggested in his review a few weeks back. Tracks like 'Out The Blue', 'I Know (I Know)' and 'Bring On The Lucie' are sumptuous groovers that fairly parallel his work on Imagine. Honest.

Was he after the grumbling T. Tyler's noodles?

"I'm going to send 'im a deaf aid and a book of instructions on How to Write. Obviously I'd prefer it if he, or whoever it is, liked it – but I'm not about to cut my throat, if that's what you mean.

"A lot of times you get critics reviewing themselves, so if they do slag you off it doesn't mean anything or, if they overdo the praise bit, that means nothing either.

"Praise is never satisfactory unless you can be sure the person has actually listened to your work and knows it inside out. I'm not saying people should spend their lives making in-depth appraisals of me albums – but praise, or the other thing, doesn't count for much unless they've take the time to understand what you're doing."

Right On.

Actually John was due for a critical trampling. After the suffocating Best Album In The Universe stuff tipped over Imagine and The Plastic Ono Band LP, coupled with the knifings Paul has had to deflect since The Split. Lennon only had to put one foot wrong – as he did with Sometime In New York City – for the blades to be turned on him.

Critics were feeling remorse at the way they growled at McCartney and Lennon was the obvious target upon which to assuage their embarrassment.

"I would say New York City stands as a piece of work. It sold 200,000 instead of half a million. The whole thing's relative. If I'd been a smaller artist I'd have been pleased to get that amount of sales. I have no regrets...only that it didn't get a lot of airplay on the so-called FM stations of the Left.

"The only one that really got into it was Pacifica which has heavy programmes on politics, lesbians and things like that – anything people want to do. It's a pretty good station. Nationwide. They've even got tapes of Yoko and me from the Sixties singing Japanese folk songs."

Talking of oldies, he is now well into his Oldies Mouldies album, currently being waxed at A & M in Los Angeles with a spellbinding cast of several millions. On the guest list so far are, among others: Steve Cropper, Jim Keltner. Hal Blaine, Jose Felciano, Leon Russell, Jeff Barry, Barry Mann, and Jesse Ed Davies.

We called George the other day and said he was having a great time and wish you were here. George said he was on his way and hasn't been heard of since. Paul, of course, won't be able to make it.

"Yeah, I miss Paul a lot. It's been a year since I've seen him. He came over with Linda to me place in New York. Course I'd like to see him again. He's an old friend, isn't he?"

He says he can move around a bit more freely now...for meals and odd visit to the movvies.

"I still get recognised though. I think it's me nose. But I can generally go to the movies. The last film I saw was Behind The Green Door. (An extraordinarily rude film.)

How was it?

"The first 45 minutes were interesting, then it got a bit boring. When you've seen one cock you've seen them all."

[andywinter16]

Glaive eating habits and food preferences? Who cooks and who eats what and when?

Ooo, sure sure anonie! (even though my eating habits aren´t great either) This will also serve as reminder to everyone to not ditch food and water!

Again, so sorry for the delay on your ask. But lots of you had such intricated and complex questions. Hope you will like it, I tried to answer it in some kind of order, but then my ADHD kicked in so it´s little chaotic!

(Libertus possessed me so he could nag on all his idiots for not eating on this ask)

--

Just for some clarification Galadh cuisine is in my humble opinion mashed asia/mediterranean dishes. Which means lot of meat (seafood and fish especially), heavy spices, vegetables, noodles, rice etc.

Luche has only two moods the normal and workaholic. In workaholic mood he neglects food and water (And gets scolded for that)

Purely fuctions on coffeine when in working mood

Sweet tooth, usually has in his pocket some chocolate or anything similiar (In Galadh is chocolate pricey stuff, and Luche was on cloud 9 when he bought some from his first paycheck)

Luche´s good cook when he´s got time for it (his chocolate mousse is a hit! anything he does with a chocolate is great actually)

when everything is hectic or Luche is just drained, some good galadhian take out or Yamachang saves the day

I am telling on Luche ... Again when in workaholic mood (after he gets scolded and Lib brings him some food) he tends to eat fast and on the move

You see, Luche´s got some refined taste buds. Which means caviar, red wine, oysters, and any other fancy food, you could think of (I once read a fic where Luche was being expert at red wine and mayyybeee little bit of snob, and it stuck with me)

Luche and his eating schedule ... it´s complicated. Like on day off he would have three full meals with a snacks. But with how he´s busy it´s hardly one meal a day

Tredd is in my personal headcanon a gym rat

so naturally he´s got some cooking skills (Tredd can be creative when he wants to be)

always has some protein bar as a snack or some protein shake

Tredd learned how to make a homemade jerky, it´s pretty tasty (even Libertus said so!)

He speaks with his mouth full of food (it irritates me, because I sometimes do that too, when I am telling some story)

Tredd loves meat! Protein for his muscles is important. So steaks, or ribs covered in barbeque sauce are quite guilty pleasure.

as almost every galadhian he loves flavourful food with tons of spices

strikes me as person who doesn´t like broccoli (probably ain´t that fond of most vegetable in general)

I didn´t forget of Tredd´s fondness of hot chocolate with chilli ( still denies he likes that stuff )

has planner on his phone when he should eat (it helps him a lot)

THE MAIN COOK OUT THERE! (No, seriously without him would half the glaives starved to death or eat only a junk food )

Libertus strikes me as a stress and emotional eater (me too Lib)

apart from being great cook, Lib mixes drink like no other (okay, Nyx is very close on that scale)

it´s probably not a eating habbit, but I can see Libertus having a nap after a good food

I support opinion that Lib is connossier (that man can say if it´s authentical galadhian dish from across the room)

"Everything can be good, as long as it´s properly cooked and salted." - Libertus Ostium

on completely different note: He threatens people to eat, because nourishment is important for your body to be strong and healthy. Once threatened Nyx that he would spoon feed him that food, if he doesn't comply. And Libertus really did spoon feed him.

obvi eats whenever he wants at least three meals a day

Libertus taste pallete is pretty colourful (Lib is like Gordon Ramsay of Eos XD)

I believe Pelna likes to eat his food with a company ( a nice habit from his home that prevailed)

He loves fruit and nuts! For example papaya, apples, bananas, melons and grapes are his favourites. As for nuts definitively macadamia nuts and coconut.

Pescetarian - so fish and seafood, and other animal products such as eggs and milk or honey

He often brings the dryed mix as a snacks that he shares with everyone ( Luche´s the one who eats all the chocolate if it´s in there)

dear Pelna skips breakfast, just hates eat in the morning (feels too heavy and full)

boy is ice-cream lover! Pistacio is his favourite!

Pelna´s having bigger lunch, dinner and probably some drink with friends, I may add that through whole day he snacks

Nyx drinks lots of beer or alcohol in general (I mean he was a bartender with Lib. Yet I can´t help but think that maybe drinking is his bad coping mechanism )

very proficient at mixing drinks

another troublemaker who Lib needs to yell at to get some food ( And Lib is 100% done with all of them. He started to cook more food and divides it into lunch boxes, which shares among them)

Like Nyx in kitchen is not bad at all, he owned bar with Lib for god sake! (isn´t probably one for the most complicated dishes, but whatever he cooks is good and edible)

was born and raised on galadhian dishes, so naturally those he cooks pretty well

but Nyx never says no to good pepperoni pizza that has some kick or burger with crispy fries and homemade sauce

Crowe can eat the most griesiest food ever and not gaining a gram of fat ( her metabolism is too fast + being a mage is tiring and requires a lot of energy to burn)

and because of it she eats all the time, be it snacks or full meal

she isn´t fond of any vegetable salat (it makes her more hungry)

Crowe bakes and she´s dam good at it! We don´t talk about her cooking ... safety reasons

most definitively obssessed with cheese of any kind

green tea with lemon is SACRED!

hates black coffee like plague (is fond of hazelnut cappuccino tho)

has secret stash of snacks (chips, chocolate, bonbons, ...) no one knows where she hides it

Axis as a right parent doesn´t waste food, so if his children leave any leftovers, he eats it after them

he´s trying to set good example for his children with right eating habits (but his night raids on the fridge are hard to miss )

every morning drinks black coffee with lots of sugar ( it could kill a man)

I do believe that Axis grew every vegetable and fruit on their farm (so he literally uses anything as cooking ingredient)

Axis actually does the cooking in their family. (he had to take care of himself) Those dishes may be simple, but delicious

Axis loves green pea! When he was younger Axis often sneaked out to the garden to pick some

was taught canning (pickles, blumes,..) and how to made marmelade (let´s just said that glaives are obssessed with that)

usually eats breakfast and dinner with his family, lunch spents at HQ with comrades

Soni over there is also gym rat like Tredd

he puts protein powder almost everywhere

Sonitus loves soups! Especially fish soup, his dad used to make

eats fish and seafood frequently (he lived near the sea coast so), mostly with vegetables and rice

enjoys pudding too much to be healthy (he´s not much into sweet things)

Soni sometimes takes too big bites of food and hardly chews them (then almost chokes)

strikes me as a person of few perfectly mastered dishes, then anything else is just average or disaster

enjoyes fresh juices (orange or ananas ones) or smoothies

he may be busy with glaive duties, but tries to maintain some order in eating habits like breakfast is at 8 am, lunch around 1-2 pm, dinner at 7 pm

Bonus:

if you though Luche and Nyx non-eating was bad, think again because Drautos takes the crown (hehe, quite literally)

Man survives on coffee and bourbon alone

his cooking ain´t the worst but not the best, he knows the basic at least (but mostly orders something cuz busy captain and all that jazz )

Titus + barbecue = The best experience in your existence!

Titus was almost whole life in military, so he isn´t picky eater either

his eating schedule is non - existent If Libertus woudn´t bring often some food to his office ( Lib puts harshly full plate of heavenly smelling food before him. " Sir, there´s a deal because I am this close to murder someone in this house for not taking care of themselves properly. So I will sit quietly in this chair and you will eat all this food on the plate. If not ..." *angry galadhian stare)

that man can eat whole chicken alone and still would want add a second

Titus loves homemade food + points if there is meat in it (those military food packs they get makes him sick, almost forgets how good food taste)

guilty pleasure is strawberry cake with whipped cream (his older sister made him always one on his birthday)

[thoughtumn]

Thoughts with Autumn

hello, world!

in celebration of my friend Matt's birthday, today we will be writing a blog post. As a self proclaimed connoisseur of connoisseur-ing- I have decided that this holiday be best celebrated by harshly and brutally judging the birthday man himself! So, here is the *definitive* list of ratings of ma.tt blog posts with brief explanations. enjoy!

We can go right ahead and start with Matt’s “Birthday Gift” blog post announcement itself. This post … I have mixed feelings about. It starts incredibly strong- two banger lines one after the other, the second being, ‘WHAT DO YOU GET THE GUY WHO HAS EVERYTHING?’ Like that’s a serve! But then as the reader continues... it’s just not that saucy… to no real fault of its own other than the simple nature of any 'announcement' type blog post. So I’m gonna rate this blog post 2/5. It’s fine. Low stakes. Got the job done. ⭐️⭐️

"Books 2020-2023." I like this post. I daresay I do. It’s short, it’s directly to the point. Matt admits his failings, lagging the last few years. It’s vulnerable. It’s two sentences. Right to business. Then we get the chronological list with links. No fluff. No “reviews.” Some bolded for emphasis. clean. smart. simple. easy. breezy. beautiful. covergirl. My only note on this post is I do think I would’ve appreciated some other notation for genre. ie. an asterisk for fiction, you know what I mean. But I respect this post. 4/5 stars. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

"What’s in My Bag, 2023." This was the blog post that first got me invested in this whole Matt blogging thing. I didn’t really know people blogged to be honest. In the day of super long captions on ig, twitter etc, … the blog … seemed like a fantastical art piece of legend. Not to repeat myself too much w/r/t the “Books 2020-2023” blog review, it’s clear that Matt’s style shines in list format. Something that spoke to me in this piece was the honesty- I genuinely believed that this all was in this mfrs bag. Like yeah. He’s got a heavy bag. Probably has back problems. This bag is simply too full. I got lost in the sauce a little with this post- scrolling down this journey of things I just never will get and never will seriously consider getting, but for one fleeting moment, imagining a life with. Fantasizing about having 3 phones with each associated slew of accessories. There were a few jokes that made me laugh out loud in this one. 4/5 only note is I think could have been minorly edited for brevity//a little slicing could make the whole piece more impactful. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

"Sunbird Security Isn’t Nothing." This is a very strong post. Explains simply for plebs like myself- educational for all levels of understanding- without lacking the classic Matt charm. Good use of the word “bamboozled.” Good use of directly weaponizing the reader @ apple. My only roast of this post is dude, get off Tim Cook’s dick. 4/5. good post. That last star I reserve for being truly jazzed so no hard feelings. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

"Text Joins Automattic." Another educational piece for the normie - for that I bitterly thank. Not too much to review. Good clean blog. smart. 3/5. ⭐️⭐️⭐️

"Wowza!" Bonus point in here for the mom name drop, cute, wholesome. “I feel like every cell in my body is charged,” lol ok relax… is he turning 40 this year or 140? But adds to the charm of this post. I like this blog a lot. Very genuine, very feel good, I love to feel the awe that Matt feels recounting this experience. This is what reminds me what the whole blog thing is about! Nice ! 5/5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

"Cost of Spam." I’m rating this terrible to no fault of matt's but that I simply don’t know enough in my regular life to have any idea what’s going on here. Something about twitter bots I guess. But yeah sorry 1/5 because of user error (Reader dumbness) ⭐️

"Do the work." Ok Aristotle. Like ok!!! This one is fun. Like are those the only 2 ways? A government or a boat? What about like making a souffle, with preparation and then prayer? What about like running a marathon, with pain and suffering and perseverance? Both can be successful too. I liked this blog because there’s room for further speculation and introspection. 4/5. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

"Preserving Harvard’s Blogging History." Immediate 1 star because ew Harvard. Just kidding. But 1 star because no spice, no pizazz. In the epic words of Miss Britney Spears, “gimme more.” 1/5 ⭐️

"Houston, we have a solution." I wouldn’t regularly review this one because I wouldn’t classify it as a legit “post” more so a caption for a separate piece of media, but the title made me stop and chuckle so honorable mention here. 5/5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

"I love WordCamps!" Back to regularly scheduled charm. Well written, well explained. Good chronological exposition. 3/5, 1 point docked because I was jealous I didn’t get to go to word camp. ⭐️⭐️⭐️

"Thirty-Nine." Closing off this blog with Matt’s 2023 edition of what started all this. Gonna roast the hell out of this one because, it’s the last one and also, because I can! Also, Matt asked for a blog so I’m gonna blog! This post, despite its intended personality, felt impersonal to me. Now that I’ve deeply immersed myself in Matt’s blogging history, I feel like I’ve come to expect a certain candor and closeness in his language and phasing that I’m not quite getting in this freshly 39 year old Matt. Good ref to the Foundation series. Way to flex the milli donation. Big baller shit. But wait I’m scrolling down… “All birthday posts:….” Oh my….. ok so I guess for Matt’s birthday next year I’m gonna have to review every one of his birthday posts. Or maybe I’ll do that for my birthday just for fun. 4/5, added a star because of the links to other years and I’m impressed with the consistency that Matt’s been blogging. Jeez Louise! 22 birthday posts. shooweee. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Happy birthday Matt! I’m bummed to not be in sf to celebrate this week but hope to do so asap! Capricorn legend. I’m inspired to blog now. “Thoughtumn” will live on thanks to you. 

best,

aut🍂

[pbandjesse]

I am feeling very very bad right now. I am 90% sure it's because I got a vaccine today but man

Am I uncomfortable right now. I just want to go to sleep. I hurt literally everywhere. This is not fun.

It was a good day though. It was so nice to be clean and in my own bed. But waking up was hard.

When I did get up I really liked my outfit and I felt good. Me and James got ready to go and we were on our way to the museum.

I was kind of not having the best time though. It would all work out but man. Things weren't going well. I forgot my cashbox, which has my credit card reader, and part of my stand. I was frustrated. James offered to go back home but I didn't want that. It made me feel terrible. But it would be fine. Helen offered me he extra card reader but sadly she has an apple phone so it wouldn't work for mine. But I appreciated her so much. And everyone said if I needed change they would help me out. But it ended up being fine and everything worked out.

I would make a few sales. It was a good day! We had lots of new faces and kindness and it was good.

I also decided to talk to the health department. And they said that because I'm immunocompromised I can get another booster. I doubled checked with my injection's website and it said as long as it's more then a week out it's fine. So I went for it.

I ended up having a really lovely conversation with the workers there. And got to talk about the tug boat for a little while. And after they gave me the shot they gave me a $25 gift card!! Amazing!

I would move my arm a bunch because that's something I had heard from the booster the last time. And I tried to drink a lot of water. And James would get me a quesadilla for lunch. So I hoped I wouldn't have the side effcets I normally have.

But my legs and feet would start to hurt. And even though I know I make, and made, better sales when I'm standing I had to sit. I would work on my knitting and got 5 squares done. Was pretty pleased with that at least.

Ann left for her nephew's wedding and I was in charge. I would go and check in with other venders. James bought me black raspberries and that's was fun. Was fun to try a new fruit. They stain like crazy but they tasted good.

I was happy when it was the end of the market. I would have a nice chat with the new vender who makes pot holders and scrunchies and I hope she comes back.

I would load up my stuff. And sat on the ground and read a New Yorker article while the food venders finished packing up. Stanley laughed at me for sitting in the ground but I was comfortable.

I would head inside to say goodbye to James. Who accidently grabbed me right on my injection site. Ow. I was already feeling like a little baby but I needed to make it home.

First I stopped at the grocery store. I got new shampoo and conditioner. Some stuff for the dinner James wanted to make. And a lunch for myself tomorrow. I tried to find the wrist brace but they didn't have the right kind. So I would end up just ordering one online.

Getting home was a nightmare. The regular route said it would take twice as long. And then I couldn't even get off my exit so I went off the next one and took the most bizarre way back to MLK.

I was so happy to be home. I felt so tired.

I got everything I bought at the grocery store tore, and the pie James for and the quiche Ginny gave me, put away. And then changed to lay down.

I would fall asleep for a while. I was not feeling good but I couldn't get comfortable. Thankfully I would fall asleep eventually. But when I woke up James wasn't home. A wedding party for tomorrow came late and came to the door and so James was helping them but they took almost a full hour. Ugh.

They would be home soon though. And I was happy to see them because I felt so bad.

James would make us dinner. And I would make a TikTok about grimace's birthday. Because the scary tiktoks were fun but the baby grimace who had no one come to his party was to much for me. In my fragile not feeling good state, I keep crying about it!! So I got my grimace beanie baby and lit a birthday cake candle for him. Poor baby.

We played video games for a bit. But my eyes kept watering. And I wasn't feeling good. I felt so weak.

Showering was really tough. I had to have the water low and cool because the water hurt my skin.

James got me my hoodie because I was super cold all of a sudden. But I had to do my post. And it's been really hard to focus. But now I can sleep.

Tomorrow I have to clean the fish tanks and I want to cut out bear fabric. I also just want to rest. I hope I can and that I don't feel so bad.

I hope you all sleep well tonight. I hope you are feeling good and get good rest. Goodnight everyone!

[stan-r-marsh]

second generation family secrets • bebe&stan • 10.01.22

@bebexstevens

Spending a full day working in relative solitude works wonders, the physical labor gets out the pent up emotions and he has plenty of time to digest the information and periodically took the time to recheck the facts to make sure he wasn't getting confused.

What he knew for certain was that he witnessed three positive pregnancy tests, he slept with the girl long enough ago, and didn't use protection. Now he didn't know if it was his at a dna level yet, but didn't remember the last time he heard a guy in the locker room say something about sleeping with her. So to him it was most plausibly his, but knew his mom might suggest a dna test so he wanted to at least mentally prepare for that. His mom literally buried a body his goldfish killed when he was 8, who knew what she was willing to do to keep him from being 'trapped' by a girl. His dad would probably be excited to have a baby shower and have attention from the other dads.

Randy would be very into the idea of being a grandfather, and Stan predicted maybe a shift towards religion and a pressure to get married. He could almost see it already, his dad pressuring him to have a backyard shotgun wedding. 'For the baby's sake', but in actuality Randy just wants attention from his peers. How would Kyle react? He can only not tell his best friend for so long, but even then it's better for him to know so he can have someone on his side.

While lost in his thoughts, finishing up his last bits of menial labor, and starting to log everything, that's when he got the break up message and Kyle's text. Well, now Stan didn't have to break things off with Wendy, she went and did it herself. This was ideal, now he could be publicly with Bebe if she felt comfortable with that. To steal your best friend's boyfriend is risky business but it seemed to go over that that bad so far... Until he saw the fresh new Eavesdropper article with his texts on screen. He didn't have a app on his phone so that part threw him off but the texts were real.

His stomach dropped to the floor, his throat closed up, there was no way people would really believe it, right? It was true, but he wasn't ready for the information to go public quite yet. His apple watch started beeping, signaling that 6pm had hit. He had one hour before Bebe would show up, so he made strides to his dads office.

"Hey Stan," he heard his dads chipper voice the second the doors opened, but his expression grew confused at his son's demeanor.

"Dad," he started, but he didn't know how to continue. "I got a girl at my school pregnant."

"You got Wendy pregnant?" Randy asked flabbergasted. "Stan!"

He shakes his head, "No, Bebe the blonde one." And he realized the moment he said it how bad he really sounded. But instead his dad grins and nods.

"Nice Stan. You know, when I was your age I got a blonde pregnant too. That's why Thomas doesn't like me very much." That puzzled Stan for a second, what blonde had a son with black hair?

Mental crickets, until ,,, Craig. Craig's mom is blonde and he has black hair. "Craig's my brother?!?!?" That was way more shocking to him than the fact he was about to be a dad in a matter of months. He had a brother, a half brother but a whole ass brother really and he had no idea.

Nodding and grinning Randy continues, "Yea son, fucking hot blonde women is just what Marsh men do Stan. You're becoming a man."

He had to go. This what not the conversation he meant to have, that he wanted to have or needed to have. Full irish exit, silent power walking to go take a shower and try to process what he just found out. He's a dad, Craig's an uncle? Part of it made sense, why else did he feel like he needed to take care of this baby if it wasn't karma for his dad abandoning Craig. But as time crept forward he had to decide to let this whole Craig thing be for a later time.

7:00 on the dot, Stan set a alarm to make sure he was fully ready. Looking fresh, feeling clean. But mentally so drained and confused. He had been promised leftover which even that sounded nice after the past two days he's had.

Checking himself out in his mirror when he hears his mom call up the stairs that his friend was there and to come down.

[sallysgrancanwrite]

Chapter Three

Chloe didn't have to worry about Beth waking her up, it actually turned out to be Michael. When the phone rang she peeled her tongue off the roof of her mouth and picked it up.

"Hello. Beth shopping can wait a couple hours. I'm a bit tired yet.” She said snuggling back in.

"Good morning Chloe, it's Michael. I didn't mean to wake you. I was just wondering, would you like to have dinner tonight?"

"Can I get back to you after some coffee. I can call you later if that's okay?"

"Oh, sure that's fine. Again I'm sorry I woke you. Goodbye.”

"It's fine. I'll call you a bit later. Goodbye.”

Wow, thought Chloe, this guy moves fast. We just met last night and he wants to go to dinner already. We'll it couldn't hurt, she thought. It’s just dinner.

Chloe got up and showered and put on a yellow flowered sundress. She loved this dress, she felt very feminine in it. And it showed off her nice figure. She put on a bit of mascara and eyeliner and just a touch of blush. She stood looking in the mirror at her hair and decided to just brush it and throw it up in a ponytail for now.

When she got downstairs Edith was drinking some coffee and eating some toast with a small dab of apple butter.

"Well, good morning sleepy head.” Edith chuckled. "Thought you would sleep all day,” she said.

"Edith,” said Chloe, “It’s only 8:00 in the morning. I would have slept longer actually if I hadn't gotten a call. "

"So who was the young man calling so bright and early,” Edith asked out of curiosity.

Chloe rolled her eyes and stated, “It was Michael, the new banker in town that I met last night."

"Well, he definitely is an early bird, and he sounds so nice and polite."

"Oh, he is nice and polite but he could have let a girl get some beauty sleep."

"So, what are your plans today, dear? You haven't had a weekend off in some time."

"I'm not sure past this cup of coffee right now,” she laughed.

"And I might need more than one cup to get moving today."

As Edith and Chloe were visiting in the kitchen Bob came in and said he was going to a flea market in Bartlesville, the next town over.

"Who feels like a flea market? You ladies want to come with?” he asked the two of them.

Edith spoke up quickly, "You don't have to ask me twice. I love me a flea market!” She said with excitement.

"Sorry Edith and Bob, but I think I'll hang out here," Chloe said as she poured herself another cup of coffee.

As she sat quietly drinking her coffee, the phone rang.

"Why can't I just nurse this hangover without being bothered."

She went to answer it and prayed it was just someone for Bob and Edith. No luck there, it was Beth. All chipper and well rested it sounded like. She wished she was.

"Hey Beth,” she said in a groggy and ruff voice.

"You want to hit the mall and spend obscene amounts of money?” she laughed.

“I'm exhausted, Chloe stated. But I'll go because if I stay here I'll just fall back to sleep in my warm comfy bed. Besides, I could use some retail therapy. Why dont we take your car? You can come pick me up."

"Great! I'll be there in a half hour or so,” Beth said excitedly.

Chloe hung up and went and brushed her hair and took one more look in the mirror. As she came back downstairs there was a knock at the door. Chloe opened the door and was surprised to see Michael standing there.

"Michael, this is a surprise. I was just getting ready to go shopping with Beth. Why don't you come in until she gets here."

She had to admit he was quite dashing and handsome. She hadn't noticed it last at the bar. Probably because of the lighting. It was pretty dim.

"So what brings you by?"

She realized she was as nervous as a school girl. Sitting by him on the couch she could feel her heart beating faster.

He is so very handsome, and that cologne smells great, she thought.

"I came to take you to breakfast, if that's okay with you I know I asked you on the phone to have dinner with me but I wanted to get to know you and had nothing planned today. So, here I am.”

"Oh, Michael, I made plans today with Beth. I am so sorry".

"That's okay. How about dinner then?" I'm sorry I don't mean to be pushy.”

"Oh, you aren't," replied Chloe. "Dinner would be okay".

"Great! What time should I pick you up?”

"Well, I suppose 6:00 would be okay.”

Michael stood up and walked to the door.

"I'll be here at 6:00 then, goodbye Chloe,” he said.

He had barely pulled out of the driveway when Beth arrived.

"Hey girl, are you ready to shop till we drop?’ she asked laughing.

“Yep, let's hit the mall,” Chloe smiled and said.

As they got into Beth's car she looked at Chloe and asked,

"Wasn't that Michael that just left?”

"Yes, and he's picking me up at 6 for dinner.”

"Ooo la la.” Beth chuckled and got in the car.

Chloe just rolled her eyes.

[roseredteller]

Taken

+TIGGER WARNINGS!+

+After a busy day of meetings with #Crystal,I go around the casino checking out the renovations. Everything is coming along nicely. I noticed some people who were working that I don't know, as I am watching them, they are watching me. I get a shiver down my spine, my gut is telling me something bad is about to happen. I turn around to inform #Crystal of my concerns. I walk as fast as I can in my 6 inch heels. As I see #Crystal talking to some workers, I was about to say something to get her attention, someone grabs me as they place something on my face. As I try to fight back to have the person to release me,I can't speak and I suddenly feel sleepy. I feel like I am going to pass out, I can't resist the feeling so my eyes close as I collapse in the person's arms.+

“Hey boss, we got the girl. We are heading to Stockton now so we can deliver her to the #Niners. I will contact you when we deliver her. I then will contact Crystal with your message. “

+When I awaken, I feel like I am not in my body. I look around as I notice that I am bound to a bed by my hands above my head and attached to the headboard. I scream out. +

Help!Help! Someone, anyone please help me!

“Will you shut up,bitch! No one here is going to help you. So shut the fuck up with your screaming. “

+The man slaps my face as a warning. I softly cry as I feel the sting of the slap. I can't understand why I was taken. I overheard him speaking with someone on the phone. +

“Yes sir,we have her. She's finally awake,your guy called her boss lady to give her notice of her girl.”

+I realize that I was kidnapped for something to do with #Crystal. I try to pull my hands free but the plastic cuffs just cut into my wrists. A female enters the room, she places a cup to my lips so I can drink. As I drink the water, it feels nice going down my throat. +

Thank you for the drink. I really need to use the bathroom.

“I will see what I can do. Hey #Monroe can you cut these off, she needs to use the bathroom. Don't worry I will help you, sug”.

+The man who slapped me comes over and cuts the cuffs off. The female helps me to the bathroom. I quickly use the toilet, when I finish, the lady escorts me back to the bed. The male secures me back to the bed,but he loops other zip ties to give me room to sit or lay down on the bed. After he leaves the room with the female, I start to quietly cry, as I have no idea why this happened to me. I just hope that #Amara can get me out of here and fast.+

When is help coming?

+I had fallen asleep for the first time in a couple of days. I hear a noise but I keep my eyes closed, there are sounds of footsteps and low voices speaking. I can't make out what they are saying. Suddenly the bed shakes as I hear #Monroe's voice. +

“Yo bitch, wake up. Your breakfast is here and I brought you some water. My girl will be over in a bit to let you use the bathroom. “

Thank you for the food and drinks. Its very kind of you.

“You aren't as stupid as I thought. I guess those slaps across your face made you smart.”

+After #Monroe leaves the room, I try to eat what he brought in. Most of the time it's a piece of fruit and crackers. Today I was given eggs,which made my heart skip a beat. Is this going to be my last meal or is this done out of kindness. I slowly eat the eggs to savor the taste as this may be the last thing I eat. I hear #Monroe just outside the door, I try to listen.+

“Hey boss,how much longer are we going to keep this bitch? Has her boss even made contact? I am not happy about keeping her here much longer. Yes,you are the boss. Yes you make the decisions on her. I slapped her a couple of times. Yeah I will be waiting and I won't touch her again.”

+Hearing one side of the conversation has me hopeful that I am not going to die today. I finish my eggs and eat the apple. I hope whatever it is they want from Amara is worth all of this. I wish that I was home so I can shower and get the scum feeling off of me. I sit on the bed as I silently cry. +

#TBC….

[echantedtoon]

Isle Connections Ch11 Epilogue

(Hey everyone. I just wanted to thank everyone who read this far and liked my story enough to read it to it's end. I had a lot of fun writing it and it makes me happy knowing some people loved it enough to read it fully. If you liked this consider checking out my other works. Thanks to everyone for reading this, faving it, or leaving a nice comment. And thank you to Nintendo and Game Freak for creating such wonderful characters and giving me the opportunity to make this wonderful story.)

"What do you mean he went off somewhere again?''

Klara sighed over the phone. "He left a good number of hours ago. I thought you already knew that. Didn't my he tell you anything before he left?"

You shook your head wide eyed. "No. I didn't even have any idea he was gone! How long has he been missing?"

"A few hours. Said he had to take a quick trip over somewhere to pick up something. Not sure what tho. But I'm sure he'll be back soon."

"And how do you know that?"

"He called me this morning. Said he'll back by tomorrow noon."

"...Oh."

That was strange. You hadn't seen Avery or almost two weeks by now because you both had been so busy lately. You just assumed he was spending time training hard. You'd been busy yourself seeing about setting up your new home and bakery. So you hadn't seen Avery lately but only assumed that was because he was busy with everything. But..he had left without telling you? That was very much unlike him. Where did he go? Why didn't he tell you? Maybe he's been so busy and stressed that he had just forgotten? You'd just call to see if he wanted to join you for lunch that day and was hit with the news when Klara answered the phone. Well you'd soon find out what he was doing anyways since he was returning tomorrow. The next day came faster than expected and you were in the middle of work too. Your were in the front restocking some of your kitchen shelves when a man of blonde hair and a smile on his face walked in and you paused in your tracks, eyes widened, as none other than Avery himself walked through the door.

"Avery?!"

"Y/n!," he said with a smile on his face turning towards your wide eyed look. "I'm home!"

"Where have you been!?," you asked turning from the shelf and frowning at him. "You took off for two weeks without telling me!"

He held up an empty hand. "I know. I know. But I promise I can explain. Can I talk to you outside for a sec?"

..You rose a brow. "Alright. I can finish stocking up in a minute."

Well that settled it. With that being a yes you went ahead and followed Avery back outside on your porch. Once outside he stopped and looked at you silently smiling for a moment however you were still confused. It was only after another second or two you opened your mouth, but was stopped when he held up his other hand. You weren't sure how you didn't notice but the entire time he was holding something, that something happened to be a simple pokeball wrapped in a red ribbon. You stared at him, then at him, then back at the ball, and after a moment of silently staring at it, slowly it from him to which he then lowered his hand back.

"...What's this?"

"It's a pokemon."

"I-..W-Well yeah. Obviously. But why?"

"J-Just open it," he stammered hand shakily reaching up to rub the back of his neck. "I w-went through the trouble of getting it for you."

You still stared at him for a moment before looking back down at it. Avery..got you a pokemon? Well that was an unexpected gift but not a bad one! That's actually really sweet of him to do so! With a smile you immediately pulled off the red ribbon and gave the small red and white ball a toss to summon out whatever it was inside. A bright white light popped out from it and the small critter came forth but the sight of it made you pause. It was a pokemon alright and one you HAD seen before...But by accident. When Gloria accidentally gave it to Hop so long ago. The small pokemon had the small body of an apple with eyes poking out at the top where the stem would be and a small green tail behind it. It blinked before looking around and stopping at you. Giving a curious peep towards yourself.

...An...Applin???

IT WAS AN APPLIN!! A FREAKING CUTE LITTLE APPLIN!! AVERY HAD GIVEN YOU AN APPLIN!! you continued to stare at the small pokemon for a silent wide eyed moment for a moment before looking at Avery.

"W-What's all this about?"

He gave the shakiest most nervous sounding sigh you had ever heard him say. "Y-Yeah...Look. I just-...*ahem* I-I-....*sigh* I didn't know how else to ask. Alright?" His head rolled to the side as he nervously rubbed his neck. "I-...I know we h-haven't really t-talked about being together-together or anything official or nothing...So I-...I-I remembered what your friend said about the Isle of Armor. So I just..." He sighed again closing his eyes gesturing to the small apple pokemon who made a peeping sound. "I wanted to get you one and ask-..W-Well it-it's only natural I'd a-ask and make it o-official at least. I-I MEAN! Only if you want to. W-What I'm asking is....Y-Y/n. W-W-Would y-you m-mind..being m-my..p-partner-" His body flinched feeling a touch on his hand and he snapped his eyes up towards you.

He got his answer when you wrapped your hand around his own and smiled. "Yes."

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Isle Connections Ch11 Epilogue

(Hey everyone. I just wanted to thank everyone who read this far and liked my story enough to read it to it's end. I had a lot of fun writing it and it makes me happy knowing some people loved it enough to read it fully. If you liked this consider checking out my other works. Thanks to everyone for reading this, faving it, or leaving a nice comment. And thank you to Nintendo and Game Freak for creating such wonderful characters and giving me the opportunity to make this wonderful story.)

"What do you mean he went off somewhere again?''

Klara sighed over the phone. "He left a good number of hours ago. I thought you already knew that. Didn't my he tell you anything before he left?"

You shook your head wide eyed. "No. I didn't even have any idea he was gone! How long has he been missing?"

"A few hours. Said he had to take a quick trip over somewhere to pick up something. Not sure what tho. But I'm sure he'll be back soon."

"And how do you know that?"

"He called me this morning. Said he'll back by tomorrow noon."

"...Oh."

That was strange. You hadn't seen Avery or almost two weeks by now because you both had been so busy lately. You just assumed he was spending time training hard. You'd been busy yourself seeing about setting up your new home and bakery. So you hadn't seen Avery lately but only assumed that was because he was busy with everything. But..he had left without telling you? That was very much unlike him. Where did he go? Why didn't he tell you? Maybe he's been so busy and stressed that he had just forgotten? You'd just call to see if he wanted to join you for lunch that day and was hit with the news when Klara answered the phone. Well you'd soon find out what he was doing anyways since he was returning tomorrow. The next day came faster than expected and you were in the middle of work too. Your were in the front restocking some of your kitchen shelves when a man of blonde hair and a smile on his face walked in and you paused in your tracks, eyes widened, as none other than Avery himself walked through the door.

"Avery?!"

"Y/n!," he said with a smile on his face turning towards your wide eyed look. "I'm home!"

"Where have you been!?," you asked turning from the shelf and frowning at him. "You took off for two weeks without telling me!"

He held up an empty hand. "I know. I know. But I promise I can explain. Can I talk to you outside for a sec?"

..You rose a brow. "Alright. I can finish stocking up in a minute."

Well that settled it. With that being a yes you went ahead and followed Avery back outside on your porch. Once outside he stopped and looked at you silently smiling for a moment however you were still confused. It was only after another second or two you opened your mouth, but was stopped when he held up his other hand. You weren't sure how you didn't notice but the entire time he was holding something, that something happened to be a simple pokeball wrapped in a red ribbon. You stared at him, then at him, then back at the ball, and after a moment of silently staring at it, slowly it from him to which he then lowered his hand back.

"...What's this?"

"It's a pokemon."

"I-..W-Well yeah. Obviously. But why?"

"J-Just open it," he stammered hand shakily reaching up to rub the back of his neck. "I w-went through the trouble of getting it for you."

You still stared at him for a moment before looking back down at it. Avery..got you a pokemon? Well that was an unexpected gift but not a bad one! That's actually really sweet of him to do so! With a smile you immediately pulled off the red ribbon and gave the small red and white ball a toss to summon out whatever it was inside. A bright white light popped out from it and the small critter came forth but the sight of it made you pause. It was a pokemon alright and one you HAD seen before...But by accident. When Gloria accidentally gave it to Hop so long ago. The small pokemon had the small body of an apple with eyes poking out at the top where the stem would be and a small green tail behind it. It blinked before looking around and stopping at you. Giving a curious peep towards yourself.

...An...Applin???

IT WAS AN APPLIN!! A FREAKING CUTE LITTLE APPLIN!! AVERY HAD GIVEN YOU AN APPLIN!! you continued to stare at the small pokemon for a silent wide eyed moment for a moment before looking at Avery.

"W-What's all this about?"

He gave the shakiest most nervous sounding sigh you had ever heard him say. "Y-Yeah...Look. I just-...*ahem* I-I-....*sigh* I didn't know how else to ask. Alright?" His head rolled to the side as he nervously rubbed his neck. "I-...I know we h-haven't really t-talked about being together-together or anything official or nothing...So I-...I-I remembered what your friend said about the Isle of Armor. So I just..." He sighed again closing his eyes gesturing to the small apple pokemon who made a peeping sound. "I wanted to get you one and ask-..W-Well it-it's only natural I'd a-ask and make it o-official at least. I-I MEAN! Only if you want to. W-What I'm asking is....Y-Y/n. W-W-Would y-you m-mind..being m-my..p-partner-" His body flinched feeling a touch on his hand and he snapped his eyes up towards you.

He got his answer when you wrapped your hand around his own and smiled. "Yes."

[gikairan]

Man, there are people actually excited about this stupid Apple Vision thing and just....

why? 🙃

Its literally Google Glass, but worse. It will fail for the same reasons Google Glass never got off the ground. From privacy concerns about the cameras on someones face, to people finding out that staring at a screen SO close to your face is an actually Awful experience.

I've seen people go "Theyre not the same!!!" and like... they are. They really are. They are both designed to do very similar things, except ones got an Apple logo on it. If anything, Apple Vision is worse because its got the form factor of a VR headset. Something already considered bulky and uncomfortable for long-term use. The form factor of VR is one of the major reasons it is likely to remain niche.

I've seen people say "you poo-pooed the iPad and the Watch and now look!" And like... okay i get it. Everyone really did poo-poo on the iPad. But i'd argue the original presentation focused more on "you can do everything on your phone, but on a bigger device!" rather than "hey, heres a smaller, thinner device that will replace your laptop, that runs the apps your phone does". Like, i remember people making fun of it because it was an oversized iPhone. Who wants a giant face-sized device to make phone calls? No-one. And thats why it was ridiculed. And i dont remember people making fun of the Watch, because.... by the point the Watch was released (2015)... the Pebble Smartwatch was already around (Kickstarter was in 2012, release was 2013). It hadn't just done well on crowdfunding, its still in the top 10 highest grossing kickstarters of all time.

These things have proven their use since their release. I really doubt Apple Vision is ever going to justify its use to the normal consumer.

It will absolutely have niche applications, dont get me wrong. The Hololens already exists, but most regular normal people likely didnt know it released. Because its not tech for the general public. The Kinect isn't actually dead- its got its use in some very niche applications, and Microsoft just tried to force the tech into gaming to make it more widespread (probably to justify actually creating it?). There will likely be industries that find AR extremely useful (I keep hearing about surgeons and AR. Though i also think architecture and construction might find a lot of use for this)

In terms of the video Apple showed off, theres very little I can see on it that will actually improve someones life.... Sure you can relive your memories in 3d.... but you've got to wear a bulky pair of ski goggles to record it in the first place. You can relive the memories of your children after the divorce!! .... And you lost that human connection during the actual moment itself, because you obscured the top half of your face for a giant screen. The best "use" i thought was obscuring the view of a busy plane around you. ... Except in reality, obscuring such view would likely be awful.... So the thing only has about 2 hours of battery life and needs to be plugged into an external battery with a wire. Given the bulky nature of the device, thats... really bad. The video showed a woman on a plane watching Everything Everywhere All At Once. The film is 2 hours and 19 minutes long. .... You cannot watch that entire film on a single charge. Then theres the fact we see most of her field of vision obscured by pretty sunset clouds. And the idea of getting rid of a peripheral vision of A Flight sure sounds nice. ... Until you realise how much you rely on that vision during a flight.... For a long flight - you'll need to see when the flight attendants are coming around for drinks, food etc. You'll need to know when people sitting around you might want to get up. Obscuring 100% of your vision is maybe not the best idea? Even for a short flight, obscuring all your vision might cause you to miss important announcements. Or, you know, your neighbour who just wants to pee? Then theres how the movie window is going to work full stop. We see earlier in the video that you can put a window in front of you, and a window to the side that you move your head to look at. Are you going to be able to put windows in a 360 degree circle around your head, and you just spin around in real space to see them all? ... If so, will the movie player stay in one space in "real space", or will it stay in the same place according to the screen? Imagine if a movie player on a small screen in front of your eyes stayed in the same place relative to real space, and every time you adjusted yourself in your seat... you had to physically move the window to see it. And think about how often you do minor changes to how you sit, how your head is positioned etc etc....

Most of the rest of the announcement seems to just be office related stuff. Controlled by hand gestures.

... You know why hand gesture devices have never caught on? People hate using them (: Have you ever used a Kinect before? You'll find your body got tired quite quickly trying to just navigate menus. We dont like holding our hands/ arms up all the time to navigate digital menus. It feels worse than a mouse, a controller, or just tapping a screen. Its just awkward. People will try it for work and then go "wow just using my mouse & keyboard is way easier" and then never put on the stupid goggles again.

All in all, this thing is just... bad. Its not good. It wont catch on. It'll be an extremely niche product that will only every really have a handful of uses. And none of them will be for the general public.

[anna-scribbles]

ipad gave out on me 💔 rip to wips