#lets say this was right after the noms dropped

[damon-rutherford]

Ruthasibs

Damon: Bad news - looks like I'll have to stay in Porto for another month.

Damon: Won't be around for the awards.

Damon: Don't have too much fun without me, assholes.

Damon: Also, proud of your WOTY nom, Yv. ❤️

Damon: We'll address Lara and Gid hogging all the awards at a later date, thanks.

[nhlclover]

𝐉𝐄 𝐓'𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄 | 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐁𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐂𝐇

summary: being new to montreal, you find a connection with kirby despite your language barrier.

warnings: french!reader, use of french (all of it is translated), appearance from big play dave (david savard), abrupt ending

word count: 1.31k

As you weave through the crowd, desperately scanning the room for one of your coworkers, you can’t help but feel slightly out of place. The lively conversations around you are mostly in English, something you’re still trying to master. Coming from a small town in Northern Quebec, English wasn’t a language you came by often. You knew phrases sparingly, but if you attempted to hold a conversation in English, you knew it would end up with you confused and embarrassed.

You stopped at an empty table, setting down your drink and taking a deep breath. You remind yourself that moving to Montreal for work is a bold adventure, not a reason for anxiety.

“Hi, I’m Kirby,” a friendly voice interrupts your thoughts. You turn to see a dark-haired guy with a warm smile, his eyes sparkling with genuine interest.

Your eyes widen in surprise, a flicker of panic crossing your face. Kirby’s smile wavers slightly, uncertainty creeping in as he tries to interpret your reaction. Is it possible you had a boyfriend?

“I…I’m sorry,” you stammer, your accent thick and your words halting. “I don’t speak English well.”

Relief washes over Kirby. He hadn’t misstepped; there was just a language barrier. The problem now was that his knowledge of French was limited to a handful of curse words he’d learned from his Quebecois teammates, while your English was just as basic. At that moment, Kirby regretted not going through French immersion in high school.

An idea passed through Kirby’s head as he spotted David Savard over your shoulder. “Can you wait here?” Kirby asked, slipping past you to chase down David. Kirby’s words came out quickly and jumbled, passing by you without giving you a chance to process them properly. However, you remained put, watching as Kirby stopped someone.

“Dave! I need your help.” Kirby said, pulling him aside. “ I met this girl, and she’s drop dead. But the only problem is she basically only speaks French. Can you translate for me, please?”

Kirby flashed David a pleading smile, watching David raise an eyebrow. “Are you serious?”

“Please, Dave.” Kirby urged.

David rolled his eyes, sighing. “Alright, fine. Lead the way.”

Kirby led David through some people and back to where you were thankfully still standing.

“Bonjour,” David said, giving you a polite smile.

A small smile appeared on your lips upon hearing your native language. “Allo,” you replied.

David turned to Kirby, waiting for him to tell him what he wanted translated next. “Oh, right,” Kirby said, pulling his eyes off of you. “Can you tell her my name’s Kirby and ask her what her name is?”

David groaned but translated when Kirby smacked his shoulder. “Il s'appelle Kirby, puis il veut savoir c'est quoi ton nom.”

You let out a soft chuckle, flicking your eyes to Kirby who looked at you with hopeful eyes. “Je m’appelle y/n.”

“Her name’s y/n.” David translates.

“Y/n,” Kirby repeats, and you can’t help but love the way your name sounds coming off his tongue. “Can you ask her where she’s from?”

“You both know that Google Translate exists, right?” David asks, but once again translates after Kirby gives him a look. “She’s from Sept-Îles, a town about ten hours north of here, but she’s just moved here for work.”

“Woah, that’s far from home. Can you tell her that I’m from Alberta and that I’m sorry I don’t speak a lick of French, but I’d really like to take her on a date?” Kirby asks. “Also tell her she’s really pretty.”

“God, you owe me so much for doing this,” David says under his breath, turning to you. “Il vient de l'Alberta et ne parle pas français, évidemment, mais il vous trouve vraiment jolie et il veut vous sortir.”

A pale blush forms on your cheeks as you let out a soft laugh. Kirby has a hopeful look on his face as he gauges your reaction. “J'adorerais ça.” you say.

“She said yes,” David says.

Kirby’s face lit up with a radiant smile. “Thank you, David,” he said, his gratitude evident.

David rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “You owe me big time for this, Kirby.”

You and Kirby exchanged numbers, sparking the beginning of the journey that was your relationship. Your first few dates were a process of getting to know one another, aided by translation apps. As your feelings grew for each other, you became determined to bridge the language gap, and you both promised to learn each other’s language. While Kirby’s progress in French was slow and often hilarious, you quickly picked up English, impressing him with your dedication and rapid improvement.

With each date, you and Kirby grew closer, finding that love could transcend language barriers. Kirby admired your tenacity and intelligence, joking about how you’d soon be correcting his English, let alone his French. Meanwhile, you appreciated Kirby’s patience and his committed attempts to communicate, even if it meant enduring his butchering of French phrases.

Coming up on four months of being together, your relationship with Kirby has been one of the best things since coming to Montreal. The connection between you two has deepened in ways you never imagined, bringing joy and comfort to your new life. You have yet to say “I love you”, not in English at least. Instead, the unspoken expression has been silently nurtured between you, each shared glance and tender moment building the unspoken truth of affection. The words remained unsaid, waiting for the right moment to be said. And now, as you lay on the chest of your boyfriend in the early morning light, the soft hues of dawn casting a gentle glow on his face, you found a way to say it for the first time.

The first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains as you lay in bed, wrapped in each other's arms. You traced a finger along Kirby’s jawline, a playful smile on your lips. "Okay, I have a new thing for you to learn in French," you said, your French accent still present but endearing.

Kirby chuckled, pulling you closer. "Alright, teacher. What’s the lesson today?"

Your eyes look into his with a newfound clarity, your smile reflecting the warmth of the rising sun. You looked thoughtful for a moment before speaking slowly, enunciating each word. “Okay, répète après moi,” you say. "Je t’aime."

He looks at you, a curious spark in his eyes, and mimics your words, “Je t’aime.”

You smile at his attempt, correcting his pronunciation with a light laugh. You teach him to say it with a French accent, allowing the words to flow easily from his mouth, your fingers tracing his lips as he speaks.

“Je t’aime,” he says again, this time more confidently.

“Très bien,” you praise, your eyes locking onto his. There’s a softness in your gaze, a quiet intensity that makes his heart skip a beat.

“Do you know what it means?” you ask, your voice barely more than a whisper.

He shakes his head, a teasing grin spreading across his face. “Not exactly. You tell me.”

You take a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest. “It means ‘I love you,’” you say, your voice steady but your eyes betraying a hint of vulnerability.

For a moment, silence envelops you. Kirby reaches up, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering on your cheek. “Je t’aime,” he repeats, the words carrying a new weight now that he knows the meaning.

Kirby leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “I love you too,” he says, sincerity in his voice.

Your lips break into a smile. “Say it again,” you say, resting your forehead against his.

“Je t’aime,” Kirby said in a low voice, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw. Kirby repeated the words, alternating with kisses along your neck and collarbone. “Je t’aime, je t’aime, je t’aime.”

[valiantphantomangel]

Hi since you’re not doing headcanons could you please do a fic of damon finding out human!reader is ticklish after they've been annoying him

Never mess with an ancient vampire

A/n: I hope you like it!!

"Damon" no answer

"Damon" no answer again

"Damon" you can guess it

"WHAT is so important that you have to torture my ears?" Said that person as he turned around and glared at where your sitting on the counter.

"Did you know that you're considered antique by your age?"

Damon let out an annoyed growl and turned back to making pancakes.

"Damon, Damon Damon"

"I swear to god, what do you want now!"

"How does it feel to be older then a lot of dictators?"

"That's it" he growled before stalking towards you and grabbing your waist to lift you up.

You let out an embarrassingly loud squeal when he accidentally squeezed your sides before looking at him with wide eyes.

Damon was looking at you, like a predator finding its prey, his infamous smirk on his lips "Oh your dead" he said and yeeted you onto a couch nearby.

You landed with a soft groan and immediately scrabbled off of the couch, but just as you rolled off you were picked up and pinned down.

"Oh no no no, your not getting away that easy sweetie" he said with a smirk as he sat on your thighs and looked down at you.

Slowly he started to trace your ribs through your tanktop that you wore with some sleep shorts, teasingly spidering his fingers ever so lightly over your ribs and sides.

You sucked in your belly and let out a nervous giggle, you hands shooting out to protect your tummy.

He easily caught them and pulled your wrists to his chest.

"Now what am I going to do with you, because knowing you your devastatingly ticklish" Damon said nonchalant as he put his hand over your belly button. Ready to attack.

"How about you let me go?" You said nervously.

"Let me think about that... How about no" he grinned before suddenly letting go off your wrists and attacking your sides.

You screech with laughter like a banshee and bucked your hips up to throw him off, but of course that didn't do much.

"What could possibly be so funn, stop laughing I'm trying to ask you something!" His right hand switched to your hip while the other continued it's war path over your tummy.

"GAHHAHHAHA YOUHAHHAH ASSHIHIHIH" you screamed through your laughter.

"Damm I knew you were sensitive but I've never met someone this ticklish" Damon laughed with you as he continued to constantly switch places.

He leaned forward and blew a raspberry on your belly button and ghost tickled your sides "Nom nom nom"

"SCREWHIHIHI YOUHAHHAHA" your cheeks were red and your face hurt from smiling so much.

Eventually when he noticed that your laughter turned silent he let up and looked down at you "Now what have we learned?"

"Not to mess with you" you say after you caught your breath.

"Or pay the consequences" Damon said with a smirk before standing up and walking back to the kitchen, where of course a pancake had somehow caught fire.

He ran around with the pan before dropping it in a large vase and muttered something along the lines "I'll blame Stefan"

You lay laughing as you watched him and even though he now knew your strongest weakness, you couldn't wish for a better best friend.

[suzyandthefox]

hey hey hello hi I got into S/lay the P/rincess a few months ago and I don't have anyone to talk about it much with, I am SO down to hear your nom headcanons if you have any

my favorite princesses are the Beast and the Den (for obvious reasons lmao) as well as The Moment of Clarity, and the Apotheosis, so if you have any headcanons for any of them, I'd love to hear them. and/or just your favorite princess(es)! go wild, as few or as many as you'd like to share, no pressure either way

I'd also like to hear if you have any headcanons for TLQ, whether as pred or prey, beeg form or smol. lobve the lil birb man. I like to think he'd be a switch :>

(sorry if this is a lot lmao. love your work!)

Thank you so much!!

Fellow S/lay The P/rincess fan, I'm glad we can share the brainrot together, I was working on my fan princess at some point (will drop the art underneath a break)

For this Ask I'm going to explore ALL the vessels and tell you which ones can eat other than the beast and which ones can be eaten.

Of course: Major warnings for spoilers

TLQ: My beloved,my lovely baby bird, He is what I call a True Switch, which is when someone fits perfectly both as pred and as prey, he is built like that.

Base Princess: She changes depends on your perception to her, but generally, she is just a normal woman. She can't vore.

Adversary/Eye of the Needle: Big strong muscle lady, shaped like an Oni (which I'm like 100% sure was the intention) and In a lot of mythos,Oni swallow their enemies whole. However, she would like a fair, engaging fight and swallowing you whole mid-fight wouldn't be very fair or fun.

I say, given the right circumstances, Adversary/Eye of the Needle can vore!

Maybe she would like to incapacitate you, or give you somewhere to rest momentarily before continuing the fight, or see if you can tear her apart from the inside out.

The Fury: Hates you and Hates you and Hates you and Hates you and Hates you and_ can't vore solely because swallowing you whole would be too merciful and she wants to shred you into a million pieces.

Tower/Apotheosis: All I wanna do, is see you turn into, A GIANT WOMAN, A GIANT WOMA_

Extremely beeg lady, she makes sure to ham into your head how insignificant and tiny you are, displaying her dominance over you, and of course, what better way to display dominance than to literally make you a part of herself?

She can make herself your gilded cage, your home, not only would she take her very sweet time enjoying your taste, teasing you and telling you how much of a delectable little morsel you are, but she would keep teasing you even after you reached her stomach.

She would tell you things like how this was all meant to happen and that your only choice is to wait for your fate like the meal you are, etc.

Not only can The Tower/The Apotheosis vore, she's very much a cruel bastard Pred.

The Witch: "I probably won't bite" (It's a fucking lie)

Little meow meow >:3, She would be in for the chase and the biting, but can't actually vore, she will 1000000% bite you though, and make it hurt.

The Thorn: MY WIFE MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE MY SWEETIE PIE_ The Thorn is one of the princesses that's lets herself be vulnerable to you, this route is all about trust and allowing yourself to be weak to the other.

And well, is there's any bigger sign of trust than safe vore?

After freeing her from the thorns, She would be weak, tired, in pain from all the thorns that hurt her and wrapped her.

If she was smaller, imagine if we could put her somewhere comfortable and warm, ease her pains.

"We must keep her as close to us as possible, away from this harsh,cold world that will hurt her fragile body" Smitten says as you look at her,she actually became smaller...

You do, indeed, want to keep her as close as possible, underneath your heart, within yourself, hidden safely in your depths.

You confess to her about your intentions, promising to her that you will protect her with your life... She hesitates, but agrees, you didn't hurt her before, why would you now?

Almost as natural as breathing itself, you tuck her in, your innards gently yet eagerly receives your lover, knowing who she is and what they have to do.

Smitten is absolutely Thrilled to have the princess inside the body, it's literal extreme cuddling after all, and being able to feel her movements within? Every delicate touch to your flesh? Knowing that she trusts you with her life? He literally can't be happier.

Hero still thinks it's inhumane and strange to swallow another living being whole like this, even if he knows the body is safe for the princess he is still squeamish about all of this.

Oops I wrote a whole mini fic, Can you tell she's my favourite? (I'm boring Ik but this route is genuinely the sweetest thing ever)

The Wild: A web of nerves lain upon a web of nerves lain upon a web of nerves_ Technically can't vore because you're already a part of her and she's a part of you.

The Wounded Wild: You seperated yourself from her, but your heart yearns, you feel that a part of you is missing, an emptiness inside you twists and turns like a hungry void, would you make yourselves one again? Even by force?

The Beast/The Den: Canon vore, enough said.

The Damsel: She's very demure,very cutesy, she would do anything you ask her to do, even if you eat her alive, she won't fight against you, "I just want to make you happy!"

As with the thorn, Smitten would be thrilled, but Hero would find more than one wrong thing with this.

The Grey/The Spectre/The Nightmare/The Wraith: These are all Ghosts, I don't see much vore potential here, outside of Spectre possessing you.

The Prisoner : Least vore potential tbh, 0% , can't see it happening.

The Stranger: "Who are you calling weird? Just kidding, we know we're weird. And so are you." Would make for an interesting pred with an interesting anatomy if she was a pred.

The Razor: Stabs

The Shifting Mound: There's an ending where she makes you a part of her, I guess that counts as vore.

And here's my own fan Princess: The Mouse!

Anyway I hope you enjoyed this! Thanks for asking!

[sillygoose067]

Charles’s Angel(s)

Ch.10

Charles Leclerc x Reader

“Dites-moi tout!” (Tell me everything!) Marie whispers in excitement, having watched your interaction with a certain handsome Ferrari driver from afar. 

“Later. But I want you to tell me about what was going on between you and Lando over there” you wiggle your eyebrows at her and she lets out a blushing giggle. 

“He may or may not have gotten my number and asked me out on Friday…” she says with a bright smile. You hug her tightly. “I’m so happy for you. You deserve someone to look after you and Leila and love you the way he probably will”, you tell her. Her eyes grow misty. 

“Merci, mon amie. You really have been the best friend I could have asked for”. 

Wiping her tears, you reach for Leila, who had become exhausted and take her from Marie. She lays her head on your shoulder and dozes off. Then you and your friend head to the area where everyone had congregated to watch Carlos, Charles, and Max receive their trophies and get showered in champagne. 

Charles caught your eye in the crowd and smiled. The crowd swooned, thinking he was showing off his dimples for them. You giggled. How did you manage to catch the attention of one of the most sought-after men in F1?

…

When all the celebrations had come to an end, all the drivers gathered and said their congratulations and patted each other on the back. You and Marie left the venue with a sleeping Leila, with high hopes for what was to come.

… 

As soon as you get back home, you receive a text from Charles: I didn’t see you at the afterparty. Are you alright?

Yes, we just needed to get Leila to bed.  You text back.

Oh, alright. 

Are you free on Saturday? Around 6 pm? He texts

I think so. Why? You ask

I’d like to take you out then. He replies

Oh. Oh. You gasp. It was finally happening. Your first date! At the ripe age of 25, but who cares?

Sounds like a plan 👍

Shit. Why’d you say that? You’re so stupid, God, you should have gone to Marie for advice on how to reply. You mentally punch yourself. 

Setting your phone down, you rush to the living room where Marie is. “Charles just asked me out on Saturday!”

“OH MY GOOOOD! Y/n, you are totally having your moment. Did you say yes?”

“What do you think I said? Of course I said yes!”

She brushes a nonexistent tear drop from her eye and sniffles. “Ah, mon petit bébé grandit enfin…” (my little baby is finally growing up) 

You push her playfully with a bashful smile. 

…

Saturday came faster than you anticipated. “Marie!”, you yell. “I don’t know what to wear! Or what to do with my hair!”, you’re on the verge of tears by now. 

“Hold on, let me just put Leila down, and I’ll be right there!”

The two of you end up deciding on a flowy summer dress with forget-me-nots printed all over, and plaiting your hair into a loose braid. When the doorbell rings, you freeze, and Marie ends up having to drag you to the door and answer it. “Hi!”, she says, slightly out of breath. “Êtes-vous ici pour une certaine personne du nom de Y/n?” (Are you here for a certain someone by the name of Y/n?)

Charles’s eyes never stray from you, and he hums. “Oui, si vous me le permettez bien sûr, j'aimerais l'inviter à dîner” (Yes, if you'll allow me of course, I would like to take her out to dinner).

Marie pushes you out in front of her, nearly making you stumble into Charles. You blush furiously. “J- Je suis désolée” (I- I’m sorry), you stutter as you try to regain your composure. 

All you hear is a “Byeeee” before Marie slams the door, leaving the two of you awkwardly standing outside. 

Charles clears his throat and runs his fingers through his hair. “May I take your hand?”

[thedazzlesun]

(One Piece) Uta x GN!Reader Aftercare

Warnings:

Brief 18+ but otherwise very wholesome :)

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• Uta will be holding you as you catch your breath, snuggling you close.

• She's panting heavier than you, though somehow she's able to keep muttering how good you were.

• "You did amazing... I love you so much, darling... Ack, you're just so cute! Such a sweet (girl/boy)..."

•Kisses, kisses, all the kisses for you :) On your cheeks, on your lips, all over your face and down your neck until she nearly manages to exhaust herself again.

• Her kisses go lower, and when she reaches between your legs she realizes how wet you still are.

• "Look at this pretty mess you still have... Do you want me to clean it up?"

• She runs her fingers along you, collecting drops and making you twitch.

• "Uta- Come one, you know I can't... I don't nearly have the same stamina you do."

• She smiles and kisses your lips. She rubs you to make sure you're not left aching before getting some tissues.

• "I know, I know. But still, there's so much. Let me clean you up."

• Uta refuses to let go of you. If you want a snack, she says you can nom on her. If you want a drink, she'll kiss you. There's no getting out of her embrace once this girl has you in her arms.

• It becomes uncomfortable after a while with how tight she has you, but still she refuses.

• "Come on, Uta, you can let go now. I'm not going anywhere."

• "Hmph. Nope. You're staying here with me right in these comfy sheets."

• As she says that though, a yawn escapes her. Somehow she's managed to become even more sleepy while you were gaining energy back.

• She falls asleep easily, and in a few minutes her embrace is finally out of a death grip and you can pull yourself away. After a light kiss to her forehead, of course.

[juanarc-thethird]

A Fight Between Sisters.

Team JPNR's Room

Jaune: *Sitting on a chair playing video games, minding his own business*

Bleiss: *Kicks open the door*

Jaune: What the-?!!

Bleiss: Hello darling, I'm here for my vitamin D~

Jaune: Is that day already?!

Bleiss kneels down in front of him and begins to unbutton Jaune's pants.

Jaune: Hey, slow down!!

Weiss: *Comes into the room* What do you think you're doing sister?!!!

Jaune: *covers himself* Weiss! What are you doing here?

Bleiss: Go away, nobody invited you!

Weiss: You are wrong sister. Nobody invited YOU. Today it's my turn to get that vitamin D! *she says it proudly*

Jaune: What?!

Bleiss: *Stands up in front of her.* You wish.

Weiss: Do you want to make a bet to see who will receive a good dicking?

Jaune: Can I say something?

Bleiss: Fine, whoever can make darling cum the most times wins.

Jaune: Wait! Hold on a moment!

Weiss: Deal!

The two girls use their glyphs to keep Jaune pinned to the chair unable to move.

Jaune: My Oum!!

Then girls start to approach him while they undress.

Jaune: *Scarous* Hey, why don't we talk about this? Why don't we share?! Yeah, let's share! Sharing is good.... right?

The girls just smile as Jaunes worries if he's going to be able to handle what's ahead.

Jaune: Please be nice to me.

A few hours later

Both girls are covered in cum, and are still "playing" with Jaune.

Jaune: *Recharging his energies with his aura after the last shot* Can *Pant* Can we please stop? *Pant* This is too much for me. Fuck~

Weiss: *Licking his balls while she jerks him off* I'm sorry Jaune but this is a matter of Honor.

Bleiss: *Licking his other ball while massaging the tip of his cock* That's right Darling. We won't stop until there's a winner.

Jaune: *Begging* Girls...Please

Weiss: Aw~ You looks so cute when you beg. Doesn't he look cute sister?

Bleiss: Oh he definitely looks cute~ He looks so cute that I want to eat him all~ Aaah-m~! *She opens her mouth and takes his entire member*

Jaune: Oh Fuck~!!!

Weiss: Sister, that's cheating! Take it out of your mouth!

Bleiss: Nom! (No!)

Weiss: Take it out!!

Weiss starts pulling Bleiss's head to free Jaune's member. But Bleiss doesn't let him go. The movement of Bleiss's head with Weiss's pulls makes him feel extremely good.

Jaune: Weiss, Bleiss stop! You girls are going to make me cum!

But they didn't lisent

Jaune: Oh fuck, I'm about to-! Oh Shit~! OH FUCK~~!!!

His cock twitches as he cums inside Bleiss's mouth. Weiss can see how Bleiss's cheeks get fat and a little bit of cum is coming out of her mouth. She is jealous. After a while Jaune stops cumming and slowly Bleiss releases his cock without letting a single drop of cum out of her mouth. Upon releasing him, she takes a deep breath and swallows all the sweet milk that her darling gave her. She then opens her mouth, showing that she swallowed it all.

Bleiss: Oh fuck~ Thanks for the treat Darling~

Weiss: You cheated! That means you lost the bet and I won!

Bleiss: Whatever, I got what I wanted. *She winks at Jaune.* See you later, Darling~

She gets up, you take things, and she goes to the bathroom to freshen up.

Jaune: Thank god this is over.

Weiss: Who said this is over?!

Jaune: But you won the bet!

Weiss: I won the bet sure, but you still have to give me that big dick. *She begins to position herself on top of Jaune*

Jaune: Hey, just give me a moment, please. Let's at least move to the bed where it's softer, or at least leaves my hands free!

Weiss: Sorry but you look so cute like that, I want to enjoy it.

She moves the tip of his cock to the entrance of her pussy.

Jaune: Just give me a second!

Weiss: Thanks for the meal~

Jaune: Wait!!!

She falls into his lap, completely inserting Jaune's cock deep inside her. Jaune tries to hold back the pleasure while Weiss gets aroused watching him fight against her delicious pussy.

Weiss: *with heart eyes* You're all mine. *Starts kissing his neck several times as she moves her hips slowly*

[pup-pee]

*presents u my dick grayson hcs like ur @ my garage sale* (dick hcs #1?)

♡ this

♡ hes a passenger princess(no this is cannon whoopsie)

♡ dick is like the first girl 2 b killed in a slaughter movie, but just as a 27-ish yr old adult man

♡ draws on a beauty mark in a different spot everytime & gaslights any1 who asks about it -"hey wasnt ur beauty mark under ur other eye?" -"idk i cant see my own face"

♡ hes always losing his hairties bc he keeps shooting them @ ppl -& rubberbands 4 that matter

♡ we dont talk about the skin grip example -it involves a lot of falling & a lot of crashing -if ykyk

♡ dick usually has a twix in his pocket, but in order 2 get it u have 2 guess if its a left or right twix -he also respectfully keeps the left twin in his left pocket & the right twix in the right pocket

♡ he never believed in santa claus but is terrified that watermelon will grow inside him if he swallows the seeds

♡ not rlly a hc but hes vry mcdonals girl toy coded

♡ says "fuck it we ball" b4 jumping in2 a drug ring

♡ the hardest hes laughed in a while was @ a bucket falling over

♡ "masculine but in a peacock way" quotes,,,,,

♡ makes hot chocolate in a pot -refuses 2 make it in a mug it HAS 2 b done on the stove or its not the same

♡ knows how to do his make-up but doesnt know the name of the product he uses -foundation? no thats just my face paint

♡ if u ask him 2 draw, hell say "i cant even draw a straight line!"

♡ dick; *pulls out sticker sheet* *puts mlp sticker some1s face*

♡ swallowed grapes/blue berries whole as a kid bc he didnt know better -didnt chew them*

♡ dicks fav turtle is leo

♡ fixates on tinkering w/his bits & bots

♡ wears crocs -"y do u wear crocs?" -dick; kicks in their direction so the croc hits theyre face

♡ eyeballs measurements(like cooking) -until it comes 2 clothes, then its ultra mega super duper whopper popper deluxe edition focus

♡ h8s grippy socks -the textures weird + attracts halys hair(as if all socks wouldnt but-) -prolly h8s socks in gen

♡ had 2 have snorted pixie stick as a kid -i am such a believer that every kid has done this so he will 2 -as a dare @ LEAST

♡ when hes angry he plops 1 of those sweet cough drops in his mouth 2 chew on just so that he doesnt go off -any hard candy works 2 -he needs 1 of those chewie chewables

♡ biting/chewing hcs bc it needs a separate category @ this point -keeps chewing on earbuds -h8s biting his nails actually -no pen or pencil or eraser is safe -loves biting but h8s when his food is 2 chewy/has 2 bite harder than usual -has more than 1nce caught himself about 2 chew on electrical wire -bites ppl he loves 2 show appreciation/love nom -(i will defend this goddamn hc till the day i die)

♡ pizza bagels -if ur confused, come see me after class

♡ titans have basically banned horror movies from movie nights bc dick would complain about the gore/physics/traps/mo/literally anything 'inaccurate' -"dick its just a movie" "U DONT UNDERSTAND."

♡ has the most social media followers out of batfam but only posts 1nce a month(sometimes not) -its just a picture of his half eaten cereal captioned "beautiful day today"

♡ titians walked in on him doing a backbend & thought some1 murdered him(not 4 vry long though cause oviously he was alive i just like the thought of some1 like roy when he 1st joined the team walking in & doing the most dramatic gasp ever)

♡ listen, i like contortionist dick -its fun & silly

♡ takes 'cringe' as a compliment

♡ "ur mature 4 ur age!" dick; "let me fix that real quick"

♡ hair grows vry quickly

♡ h8s functioning labels(i mean we all should but yk)

♡ skilled in bingo

♡ over buys treats 4 haly -& toys

♡ insane internal clock -kinda ties in; tells ppl specific times -"meet me @ 2;37 pm" as an example

♡ comic sans enjoyer(literally stole from ttg but shhhhhh)

♡ more invested in presidential gay love affairs than WW1 or 2

♡ hes about yay high

♡ hyperfixates on languages istg

i literally could go on 4ever bc my brain is that highway in germany but i wont i regret nothing

pt 2 <- if i make 1 lol

[eimoonie]

In this today's chapter... (Drum rolls, please) It's Venti's turn!! (Scaramouche is now called Wanderer in here)

To know more about the story, read chapter 1 and 2 first ^^

Perviously...

Xiao joined the music club that was suggested (encouraged) by Venti! Now, you're the club manager, more like a band manager.

You're currently on your way back to the clubroom after shopping for some clothes with Heizou. Both of you returned to the clubroom to check up on the others. Apparently, you assigned them tasks, such as practicing and honing their skills on their respective instruments or refining their choreography.

Everyone was exhausted from the moderately challenging tasks. As soon as you slid the door open, a chilling gust of wind and an eerie atmosphere engulfed you. The deeper you ventured into the room, the more oppressive the feeling became. You spotted Xiao hunched over the table, his head supported by his hand. Relief washed over you at the sight of someone familiar.

"Goodness, Xiao," you exclaimed. "You really startled me. What happened to the clubroom? How did it end up like this?"

You scanned the gloomy clubroom as you spoke. Xiao replied, "We pushed ourselves too hard." Heizou entered and pulled Venti and Wanderer out, asking, "What's going on?" Venti, lying on the ground, responded with a laid-back tone that contrasted with his somber appearance, "We were just working ourselves to the bone."

"Alright!! From now on, let's work hard to improve our band!" Venti exclaimed. "I think I know a live venue. I can try to get you guys in," you offered, taking out your phone to search for the live venue's location. "Ooh, it's not so far from my house," Heizou mentioned. "Maybe we can drop by Heizou's place! Hehhe..." Venti chuckled. "My mother isn't that strict, so it's fine," Heizou added. After a while, you shared all the information about the live venue and the plan

You sighed and opened the curtains and the window. "Also, where's Kazuha?" Heizou asked. Kazuha entered the clubroom with a bunch of cookies on a tray he was carrying. "Anyone want some cookies?" Kazuha said with a smile on his face and bright eyes. "YES!!" everyone exclaimed and sat down to enjoy the fresh cookies. "Delicious!" You complimented the cookies; they tasted like Subway's cookies. They all ate happily. "Kazuha always makes great cookies, nom nom," Venti praised with his mouth full of red velvet cookies. "You know, maybe you could teach me how to cook sometime!" You suggested. "Last year, I was in the cooking club, so, of course, I know how to make several snacks." Kazuha took one of the cookies and fed himself, a small sparkle lighting up Kazuha's eyes. "hmm... nom nom," Kazuha said with a contented expression.

"right, so all we need to do is to have a song!"

After the club meeting ended, everyone said their goodbyes and headed home. You were walking back when Venti quickly caught up, exclaiming, 'Hey there, Y/N! Wait for meeee!!' Venti grabbed your hand, 'Let's stop at this new maid cafe!' Venti pointed at the cafe, and you were intrigued, chuckling as you entered.

Venti may appear to be very extroverted, but he prefers to converse with those he's already friends with. Since you're childhood friends with Venti, you can probably predict his every move. He and Shenhe were the kind of people you never thought you'd need.

"Hmm!! The chocolate mint cake actually tastes good!" Venti exclaimed. "Say ahh~!!" He carefully placed a small portion on his fork to share with you, knowing you didn't have any money and just wanted to accompany him. "Ahh..! Nom." You eagerly took a bite, savoring the delightful blend of mint and the rich flavors of chocolate and peanuts. "It tastes amazing, actually!" You were pleasantly surprised by the unexpected treat. Initially, both of you had doubts about the cake's taste, but now you both realized it was quite delicious!

Talking about Venti, hes not that very interested in trends or anything, he just like to stick to his own clan instead of trying to fit in.

After paying, Venti walks happily with you all the way home, content after satisfying his appetite. Venti chuckles, then strides forward and glances back at you while still walking, saying, 'Let's dine there again sometime! I'd love to treat you once more...' He mischievously laughs as he playfully runs away from you.

You were confused by Venti's new behaviour.

[bonnvivre]

A Funny Thing- Ch 22 word dump

shortening the title cus it’s a pain to write over and over, full title in the tags, link to chapter below cut (as if ppl other than the author themselves will look at this but hey)

very much a word dump i have no idea what’s going on below this cut it’s 4am im tired

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i read every single chapter out loud to myself- i like to pretend i’m an english teacher reading the assigned story of the quarter to their students and then i give an oscar worthy performance with the dialogue

ALSO GOSUKU TAG HAS BEEN ADDED FOLKS WOOOOOOOOOOOOO

yeah dr sato as you should lmao honestly i’d dedicate my entire work hours to these two mfs

“After all, she has a feeling their story is still far from over. Who knows what else may be lurking beneath the surface.” girl this is 16 yrs of LORE of course it’s not over 😭 they got BAGGAGE

4 yrs old, born 2007, we’re at 2011 now, gojo is around 22 yrs old (note for me)

OH RIGHT YUUJI WAS MANIFESTED THRU MAGIC LMAO OFC HE DOESNT HAVE DOCUMENTS

“Yuuji doesn’t have a last name.” A

oh my gkd giggling sukuna having beef w the cheater, got into indoor cycling just to best her love that for him 

also love chismosa ‘kuna, telling gojo abt the tea, kettle and all, even giving him a real time show 

“In a feat of superhuman strength-“ LMAO

god im cryimg are those full coherent sentences ??? OJ GODKM GONSN FCRUY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA YUUJIIIIIIIIIII a hundred billions hours oh ur so silly

teehee their son, our son, such subtle changes in the writing but it says so much 🥹

AWHSGAFAHAGDIS I KNEW HE WAS GONNA GET THE ITADORI SURNAME IM SO HAPPY FOR WASUKE HE DESERVES HIS SURNAME TAKEN BY HIS GRANDSON OH THE JOY 

god im sorry i just bursted out laughing while i was reading i couldnt help but think of the memes WHAHSDJ dad i frew up 

damn he didn’t return the handshake that’s actually so crazy

YUUJI THROWS UP ON HIS DESK OH SHITTF AAAAAAAA DESERVED SCREW YOU PRINCIPAL IVE BEEN GIVING A SINISTER BRITISH ACCENT TO

i initially thought it was mainly about sukuna’s “tattoos” that the first two schools were wary about, but i forget that, to others, they’re a queer family and definitely back then, it still wasn’t socially accepted. not sure why it didn’t cross my mind, especially with a conservative country like japan, but i’m glad there’s some light to it as a part of the challenges they go through while navigating their relationship and their lives.

HELLO WE’RE NOT JUSY GONNA BRUSH OVER THE FACT THAT THERE WAS A SECOND TIME THEY KISSED WITHIN THOSE 4 YEARS WTF DID I FORGET THIS ???? (after chapter note: OK COOL I WASNT FORGETTING THINGS LMAO oh please i gotta see what this infamous incident may be pleaseeeeeeee)

oooooooh the romance is really slow cooking goodness my favorite om nom nomnomnom

ohhhhhh my heart….what are you doing to me, weiserr……wholesome cute family moment…….my cause of death indeed

AWWWW AN ADMINISTRATIVE BODY THAT ACTUALLY CARES FOR THEIR STUDENTS’S WELL BEINGS LETS GOOOOOOO

after chapter thoughts:

MY MOM HAS A PELOTON BIKE TOO AHAHAHAHA LOVE MORE OF ‘KUNA IN HIS MOM ERA

imagine if they came across toji dropping off megumi at school or smth (yknow if mamaguro is still alive and their lives are good), i cant even imagine the animosity gojo and sukuna would have towards him

“heyyyy guys sorry i tried to kill you and your son back then crazy times huh”

his new friend is junpei bet (watch me be wrong)

[brick-a-doodle-do]

vore thoughts you say, hm? 👀

beeduo noms?? maybe just a fluffy unaware scenario if you’re up for that?

I have a soft spot for prank noms, so maybe Tubbo just hiding in Ranboo’s food and Ranboo accidentally noms him. Bonus points if Tommy’s there too and helps Tubbo with said prank.

aha i'm finally getting to the asks i've been letting marinate! all but one because one of them is for tiny workers and i want to at least post a first chapter before i branch off. anyways! this is a really cute idea, ty for it !! :]

ps. sorry i leaned into clingy a bit too much sdjfsd

feeble disguise

words: 1499

cw: sfw vore, swearing, brief panic

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“Open your mouth!” Tommy instructed, still struggling through giggles initiated by Tubbo’s aimless struggles from when he’d initially asked.

In the blond’s hand, a small piece of diced apple was turning dingier shades of brown by every passing second it spent in Tommy's hand, and not in Tubbo’s mouth, like Tommy was trying to accomplish. But, Tubbo was stubborn, thus his continuation of dramatic protests.

 “No! Fuck you, I’m not a fucking pig, Tommy! I am going to kill you when I’m back!” Tubbo complained, struggling gently against the Alfredo noodles the two of them had managed to score while Ranboo was momentarily distracted in the other room.

He was careful not to break it, but it put enough emphasis on what he wanted to get through to his friend. Tommy snickered and cocked his head to the side, “But it’s funnier this way! Please, Tubbo?” 

“No! Alfredo is not even a food you’d put a pig it” He frowned, shaking his head and looking at Tommy with a dull glare.

Tubbo’s mouth quivered as he fought the muscles tugging his lips up.

There was a beat, and another, and Tommy was then yelling and launching himself at the defenseless borrower, using the most of his upper hand—definitely not his strength, or lack thereof—to knock Tubbo down and have him narrowly miss hitting his head on the spot of bare-floor where carpet met the dusty interior of the walls.

Tubbo cried out and tried moving his arms, desperately trying to get his arms free to stop Tommy from getting victory. The heap of noodles that Tommy had tied impossibly tight around him stayed secure, and Tubbo resorted to something else.

When the moment struck, Tubbo snapped his head forward and sunk his teeth into Tommy’s wrist. The blond yelled and dropped the apple immediately, right onto the dirty floor, where it would become decidedly unusable.

He grinned and watched Tommy’s pained expression shift into a playfully irked one.

Tubbo smiled. “I’m literally wrapped in Alfredo and I won.” he laughs.

Tommy gawks, “Oi! Fuck you, that’s because you bit me! Who does that?” 

“It was my way of defense!” he claims, then grunts in distress. “Please help me up, boss man, I don’t want Ranboo eating dust.”

Tommy complies and maneuvers around their room to push Tubbo up. He hears Tommy straining and murmuring to himself, and he can’t help but laugh.

His friend smacks him on the head but gets him upright all the same, studying his mummified-esque outfit, which is more or less intact after the sudden attack from Tommy. 

It’s quiet for a brief moment as they both listen out for Ranboo. It's quiet, but Ranboo is always quiet, so it's unbelievably difficult to tell whether or not the human is out in the kitchen or still distracted in another room.

 “...Can we go?” Tommy asks, noticing how focused Tubbo is. Tubbo assumes the problem is mutual. 

“I can't tell,” he says, pursing his lips to the side, deep in concentration, “but, I'm ... eighty percent sure we can.”

Tommy nods and takes the easy lead, only looking back once to see if Tubbo’s struggling to walk before blending in with the dim part of the walls.

Tubbo follows at a considerable pace, and that's saying a lot given his condition. 

When the two of them reached the narrow and crooked cutout Tommy had made months prior, Tubbo jumps ahead of Tommy to get a look into the kitchen, where Ranboo stood with a plate in hand, dishing a portion of the Alfredo.

He looks tired, and Tubbo considers this idea for just a moment.

But, before he can do much, his brain shifts to autopilot and he watches with devious eyes as Ranboo sets the nearly-full dish down and bends over to attend to their chirping feline.

He looks back briefly and Tommy gives him an eager look and a thumbs up.

While the human is still distracted, Tubbo slips from within the walls and treads across the kitchen counter as fast as his loosely-tied legs would let him.

The dish’s lip makes it extremely difficult for him to actually get into the bowl, and he swears he can hear Tommy’s annoying-ass laughter from the walls at his awkward maneuvering.

He bites his tongue to suppress a cry out when he falls into the food finally, sputtering when sauce gets in his mouth.

After a moment, can hear Ranboo bid a soft, high-pitched goodbye to their cat, to which he spits out a curse and finds his way deeper down into the noodle dish, the warm food surrounding him until it’s nearly pitch-black and he’s overly positive that Ranboo would never spot him.

In just one more short moment, his stomach shifts excitedly—and admittedly, the scare has left his heart beating in a pace more rapid than usual—as he feels the bowl shift up at a quick rate.

It’s quiet, save for Ranboo’s muffled footsteps and the soft sound of their breathing. Tubbo is pretty sure he can hear the Alfredo noodles shift around and create squelching noises.

But, other than that, he almost feels awkward with how quiet it is.

His heart flurries again when the bowl is set down with a defined clink.

It’s become noticeably darker than when he’d been in the kitchen, so dark it nearly reminded him of Tommy and his room in the walls, but he knew Ranboo bathed in darkness, so it didn’t feel out of place. It must be his anxious brain making him over-analyze things as an attempt to get him to back out last-minute.

He didn’t, though.

Tubbo just sat and waited, tugging a bit at the wrapping on him. 

Ranboo had taken three forkfuls of Alfredo by the time he’d touched the area by Tubbo.

He crossed his fingers—or, attempted to, anyway—and hoped that the human would be distracted enough to miss Tubbo.

And, surprisingly, though Ranboo glanced down at the bowl for a brief moment and lingered their gaze, he just picked at the noodles around him and eventually the ones under him.

Tubbo’s gut churned.

Fear wasn’t prominent, if it was there at all.

There was just … something about what was happening.

Yes, his mind was chanting for this to go well so the prank would be fulfilled and he’d be satisfied, but then again, Ranboo’s comfort in this scenario was non-existent, and he was really overstepping his bounds by doing this.

Something about the future toyed with him.

Images of him and Tommy laughing it over or Ranboo becoming more comfortable with swallowing Tubbo and hopefully Tommy passed in his mind, and his smile widened as Ranboo drew his fork near his mouth and pushed the mouthful of food in.

Tubbo rolled off easily, feeling the spacious and certainly humid maw of Ranboo’s.

Their jaw snaps shut with an echoing click! and Tubbo is sealed in darkness, where he nearly yells out as Ranboo bites down right near him. The bones graze at the noodles wrapping him and thankfully cut them off, sending Tubbo tumbling to the side. He uses his now-free hands to gently brace himself, laughing out softly when he realizes Ranboo is still chewing and otherwise oblivious to himself.

He had done it!

Something about it is so rewarding he has to clamp excited hands over his mouth to avoid his glee. 

Ranboo swallows, sending Tubbo to the back of his throat, which Tubbo hates.

It feels distant to be so out of control. But again, he’s not afraid; the gesture had only caught him off guard.

He’s pulled down into Ranboo’s gullet, where an arrangement of churns and gurgles, and the loudest, thumps from Ranboo’s heartbeat, fill his ears.

Wilbur had done this once with him, when they’d suggested this plan and their need for the human’s help.

It’s not terribly dissimilar to when Wilbur did it, but then again it’s not exactly something he’s familiar with. Yet, his mind supplies hopefully.

—

When Ranboo swallows, his heartbeat picks up as a lump in his throat—maybe a noodle or a spare piece of chicken he’d forgotten to chew all the way through pushes through his throat.

He holds two fingers to it, swallowing again to ensure he wasn’t choking.

It slid down with ease, and he relaxed.

But a thing of equal size falls into a spot in his body that doesn’t feel like his stomach, if anything it felt further up.

Their mind jumps to Tubbo, but the thoughts die down as they dismiss it.

Tubbo would not attempt something like that– actually, that’s a lie, he totally, totally, would.

Ranboo’s thoughts return and spiral further when he can, yes, feel definitive movement within his gut—upper, gut. His heartbeat picks at his ears when he curiously places a hand to his gut and presses incredulously at it, which is almost immediately returned with a hand—smaller in size, just further confirming his terrible, but painfully correct, theory.

“Ranboo!” Tubbo's voice chirps.

“Tubbo…?”

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[lake-archive]

Chapter 27 - Free

AO3 Link

Fandom: Ensemble Stars

Series: Alte Liebe Rostet Nicht

Characters: Izumi Sena, Anja-Sophia 'Ann' Wolff (OC), Nyeli (OC by @watersofcamelot)

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It was of course only a matter of time until hunger would strike. Or rather the stomach of the little kitty rumbled just moments later when the trio had gone out of the clothing shop. 

The new outfit? To not get it dirty already Ann insisted on just carrying it instead of wearing it, perhaps secretly just wanting to get back into their own set of clothing which… Even if Izumi refused to wrap his head around it, this was their decision. Well, for the most part. He refused to give them their glasses back, even if they were begging, saying that there was no need for them to begin with. ‘You’re not going to hide that face any longer!’ or so he told them and they decided to no longer fight it a bit longer, just accepting the fate they had met. 

That tangent aside, Patch’s stomach growled right then and there, resulting in an invitation to lunch. It had been around the time anyway. And as much as it had annoyed him he decided to tag along, having no choice left at that moment. 

Shortly after the three made a stop at a café, having gotten a table and sat right down. Moments later they got to order… Or rather the kitty got a big order of fish he dug into the moment it arrived, munching away rather happily and no longer paying attention to his two older siblings. 

Izumi decided on a small salad and glass of water, not feeling like gaining pounds. He had to watch it after all, eat too much and it just means unnecessary kilos for an idol and model after all. He didn’t feel like sitting there like an idiot with nothing compared to his company. 

However, Ann… Talk about fatty stuff. The sight nearly made him flinch when just eyeing their dish. No wonder they had chub around their stomach! A decent plate of Hambagu and it made his eyes flinch. How could anyone chew this down without a second thought!? Especially if they don’t count any of the calories! That was honestly beyond him and he would rather not think about i— Wait… Come to think of it…

“Is that even in your budget?” He asked bluntly while just watching them chew on their meal, then swallowing and looking a little confused at the guy across the table from them.

“What’s the meaning?” They asked which was met with a headshake.

“You wanted to say ‘What do you mean’?” He sighed with a light annoyance yet decided to continue either way. “I heard from Kuma–Kun that you usually complain about your pay. Not to mention that literally everyone knows about you eating uncooked instant ramen for lunch!”

“Oh. Yeah, but all good. Took some of my savings for… Things!” They tried to reassure him, even grinning despite the nervousness all too obvious. It was written all over their face despite the smile. “Usually just instant noodles. So this is ok. Rarely going out. It’s first taking from personal savings!”

Izumi… He didn’t know how to react to this. Honestly, he just wanted to slam the table across the room when hearing that. This was just outrageous! And they said it with no shame whatsoever, just like that! Talk about a cheapskate on one hand but an unhealthy eater on the other! And the way they were shoving their food inside their mouth… Yeah, he believed as much, that they usually just ate their instant ramen. Personal savings though? For what? Can’t they cook or some— Actually, if they resorted to instant ramen that was an obvious no. Talk about an unbalanced diet on all ends… What type of cheapskate were they anyway!? 

Apparently Patch had also heard this speech, pausing his nomming and looking at Ann as well, dropping ears and a pout. “Sisnya…” He only let out yet was quickly calmed down… Or the attempt was made at the very least when they pat the cat.

“Haha, all good Nyeli~ Continue eat~”

“Sisnya…”

“I… Alive, see?” They were desperately trying yet the pout didn’t fade, far from it.

“You’ve got to be kidding here…” Izumi finally responded with a blank expression, himself in utter disbelief. This idiot… “The problem isn’t that you’d end up dead! But keep it up and you may as well fall into your grave in no time!”

This made the other two turn to him back in surprise, seeing his eyebrows finching up and down. 

“The problem is your eating habits as a whole! You seriously live off junk food only!?Don’t you know what this can cause for your body!? You need three proper meals per day!” The only question he had was who was worse: Ann or Leo?

“I… Uhm… Your salad!?”

“I need to watch my calories. Besides, you never know what they put in the food here. I would rather play it safe.”

“You sounding like Mami— I mean my Mom.” Ann added, unimpressed by this argument yet he decided to ignore it… At first yet he turned back soon enough when hearing one word… He didn’t know but it had just caught his attention right then and there.

“What? Did your Mom pick the meals for you or something?” He asked, almost mocking though that was to mask his curiosity which was met with a sheepish grin.

“Uh… She can cook so… No complaints for meals, heh…”

“Are you serious? And you want to live alone. I can’t believe your parents made you do that…” 

“Made?” They suddenly tilted their head all of a sudden, confused. “No one made me go.”

Hearing that made the male nearly drop onto the table, staring at them wide eyed. “No one… Made you go? Then why are you here?” This was news to him, almost unbelievable. Their mother did not choose for them? Was that even possible!? It sounded so… Surreal.

“Because I want to.” They responded quickly, plain and simple. “Well… Guess we’re here so may as well reveal stuff.”

“Wh… What are you—”

“I like Japan. And stuff from Japan! Want to see it so I went. Uni exchange programm stuff!  Plus Germany can be stinky~”

Germany?  Ah right, they talk in German quite a bit and were in charge of translating documents from or into that language… Or something… He didn’t know what a translator had to be in charge of! None of his business! “So… What you are saying is—”

“My choice, yes!” They nodded with a smile. Something… Was amiss here. He wanted to get up and yell for some reason, his blood boiling. And yet… He didn’t do it. He was just sitting there, deciding to listen to what else they had to say. Wait, why was he fuming actually? Why was it making him so upset? “Took convincing my parents but got ‘em!”

“So they didn’t want to let you go at first?” That… Was not surprising. Knowing what he does now, somehow, he wouldn’t let Ann step out of their own home! They can’t even take care of themselves properly! 

“Yeah but I managed. Checked on everyday though. Mami’s a worrywart. Right Nyeli?”

Upon being addressed once more Patch nodded, confirming their claim. And somehow… This was… A lot to take in. Izumi wasn’t sure why… How does this start bothering him? He wanted to just cage them somewhere yet held himself back. It was… Unreasonable. He didn’t understand. Despite these shortcomings, despite being an idiot in that regard, despite living under poorer circumstances… They went to Japan. They were not told to do it, no, they just went… 

Honestly, he never thought too much into Ann’s presence here so he just said what he knew best from his own household. After all, Mama told him to do certain things and he went along with it. That’s how it usually went between a child and their mother, right? Every kid listens to their mother with obedience… Because Mama knows best. All mothers know best for their kids! No, not just the mothers but parents as a whole! So how did this person not listen and convince their parents to be able to move to Japan!? How is that possible!? They were supposed to listen! Because look at the mess now! 

Ugh, this was so confusing… It defied logic as a whole for Izumi. It was just just so frustrating… Because he could feel the envy sneaking up yet again. This felt like another slap into the face for some reason! And this time he didn’t exactly know what it was either! Something was at the brink of snapping here. That was the only thing he knew. Thoughts he wanted to push aside just kept coming back… Agh, what is going on!? This didn’t happen until they walked into the picture! What is it with the constant headaches!?

“Izumi? Hey, Izumi! Izu–”

“What!?” He snapped, this being a mere reflex. It made Ann and Patch reel backwards for a moment, staring into his furious gaze right then and there. They both nearly shivered and he noticed, taking a deep breath and forcing himself to keep calm. No, this wasn’t their fault, none of the two. Things just… Happened. Something just came back to him… Something he just wished to forget yet it became almost impossible to do it at that point. However, he was not provoked by them intentionally, not even Ann. Or so he chose to believe. He highly doubted it, given they went out of their way to help him in the end, as hard as it was to admit. 

“Sorry, force of habit…” He apologized, his voice rather quiet and embarrassed at that point. He really didn’t mean to. Especially since it wouldn’t answer his question… 

Why was he so envious when hearing all of that?

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[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Ruki Ecstasy [08]

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

ー The scene starts by the gate to the Demon World

Yui: ( ...Beyond this gate, lies the Demon World. )

( I know that I won’t be able to do anything by going there. There’s no way I’d be able to prevent the war. )

( However, I also can’t stay here and pretend as if nothing is going on. )

ー Yui recalls Azusa’s words

Azusa: Of course. You’re part of our family as well...remember?

ー The flashback ends

Yui: ( ...They told me that I’m their family. And I obviously feel the same. )

( I’m pretty sure Ruki-kun will get mad at me for doing this without his permission but... )

( I can’t just sit around and do nothing while my family might be in danger. )

( I’ll head for the Sakamaki Castle first and foremost. Eden is a different story, but I think I should be able to reach the Castle. )

ー Yui heads through the gate

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: ...Haah...Haah...

( I’ve been walking for quite some time but...I went the right way, didn’t I...? I’m not confident at all even though this isn’t my first time here. )

( In the past, I’ve always come together with Ruki-kun, so I could simply follow him and be fineーー )

( ...Aah, right. I guess I’ve been relying on Ruki-kun in certain ways without realizing it. )

( Yet I always found myself frustrated by the fact that he wouldn’t rely on me or wondering why he wouldn’t do so...Kind of selfish of me, huh? )

*Caw caw caw* 

Yui: ( ...? A crow? It suddenly started making a fuss for some reaーー Ah! )

( Over there in the distance...It’s the castle! Thank god, now that I’ve made it this farーー )

???: ーー You over there, stop.

Yui: !

*Rustle* 

???: ...

Yui: ( Where did these people come from!? )

???: ...You’re Eve, aren’t you?

I am afraid I cannot let you proceed. You’ll be coming with us instead.

Yui: ...Please let me pass.

???: Hah, you are very courageous. I suppose I should have expected no less from Eve.

Yui: Who are you people? Are you Vibora, perhaps...?

???: Please don’t group me together with those people. 

Fufu, you’re not together with that guy today, it seems?

While I personally couldn’t ask for a better situation, I have to say that I can’t agree with his decision to let the Princess of the Demon World wander around by herself like this.

Yui: ...Who are you...?

???: Oh? You don’t remember? Oh well, guess I can’t blame you. I never properly introduced myself after all.

My name’s Kino. I suppose I’ll say ‘it’s a pleasure to meet you’? We did meet once already a while ago though.

Yui: ( We did...? ...Ah! )

ー Yui recalls meeting him at the supermarket

???: I’ll buy this apple. ...Problem solved, right?

Ruki: No thank you. I’ll be buying that oーー

*Rustle*

*Chomp*

???: Nn...Nom...

Ahaha! Too bad! I already took a bite out of it!

ー The flashback ends

Yui: From back then...!? 

Kino: Did the penny drop? I couldn’t properly talk to you back then because the other guy was in the way. I’m glad you remember though. 

Yui: You are...A Vampire, right? Do you want something from me...?

Kino: Otherwise I wouldn’t have stopped you, right? Or more soーー 

*Rustle* 

Kino: I wouldn’t restrain you either, would I?

Yui: ! L-Let me go...!

Kino: Nope! You’ll be coming with us.

If you want to blame someone, then blame yourself for wandering around by yourself, as well as that guy for taking his eyes off you. ーー Take her away.

ー The scene shifts to the hallway of the Mukami manor

Ruki: ...

ー He enters Yui’s room

Ruki: ...So she’s not here either.

( Where has she gone...? )

( Did she finally grow sick of me and leave? ...Just like my Mother did. )

Hah...I guess blood runs thicker than water.

ー The scene shifts to Ruki’s room

Ruki: ( ...How did it come to this? )

( I should have long known that I am not alone. )

( I was well aware that as long as I asked for help, both she as well as my brothers...would have gladly come to my rescue. )

( It’s no crime to confide in or rely on your family. However, I wonder if I found myself unable to do so, exactly because I treasured them so much? )

( Whether it was my pride or vanity...Or perhaps fear of losing them? )

( Seems like I am your son after all. )

( Father...I take after you, the guy who would go and resent and talk ill of others by calling them the Devil, yet still continued to play the part of a good Father in front of your son. )

( At this rate, the past will repeat itself. My family will fall apart, and I will lose everything. ...Do I want to risk that? )

( Wasn’t it my wish to protect my family, to protect those dear to me? )

...

ー The scene shifts to the gate to the Demon World

Ruki: ( ...It would be so easy to run away from everything. However, I will only be able to protect myself by doing that. )

( To protect my family ーー Running is the last thing I should do. )

ー He passes through the gate

*Thud* 

ー The scene shifts to Kino’s room in the Ghoul’s manor

Kino: ーー Ah~ I’m beat. Yuuri, bring me some guava juice, please. Get her a glass too.

Yuuri: Understood. 

ー Yuuri walks away

Kino: Come on, why don’t you make yourself at home as well? I know this place isn’t the most fancy and the smell’s horrible too, but you’re our guest.

Yui: ...Won’t you tell me where you took me already? Who are you...Who are you people? 

Kino: Those questions again? Are you a broken record? Well, I guess I can tell you now.

This is Rotigenberg. It’s the homeland of the Ghouls on the outer edge of the Demon World. 

Ghouls are the people who brought you here. By the way, Yuuri is one as well.

Yui: Ghouls...? I thought there were only four species of Demons?

Kino: Fufu. I guess you’re pretty clever, as to be expected of the girlfriend of a guy who would live by that sort of logic. 

Ghouls aren’t Demons, if you want to be specific. They were born without any magic powers, so they’re undeserving of the title. 

That is how they became the victim of discrimination, forced to live up in the Northern areas of these lands. 

So, next. Who am I? I am their savior. 

Yui: Savior...?

Kino: I am the leader of a Resistance Group called the Ravens who fight for the freedom of these suppressed Ghouls.

Yui: Even though you’re a Vampire yourself...?

Kino: My race doesn’t matter. I’m simply living my life as I please.

That’s it. I believe I answered all of your questions? Do you understand now?

Yui: ...For the most part.

Kino: Fufu, but I can tell from the look on your face that you aren’t happy with my answer. Oh well, whatever. Now it’s my turn to ask questions. 

Did you really come here all by yourself? What happened to the guy you’re always with...to Mukami Ruki?

Selection

→ He’s not here

Yui: Ruki-kun...is not here. I came by myself.

Kino: Heeh, did you really? Why didn’t he come with you?

→ Keep quiet (❦)

Yui: ...

Kino: Eeh? The silent treatment? Don’t tell me...You won’t be as ungrateful as to deny me the answer, right?

Even though I responded to all of your questions? ...You really think you’d get away with this?

Yui: Uu...

Yui: ...I don’t think Ruki-kun will ever come here again.

Kino: Why not? 

Yui: ...I don’t know.

Kino: Hm...I kind of figured that’d be the case, but what happened must have really left him traumatized.

Yui: ...? What do you mean...? Traumatized? Do you know more?

Please tell me if you know something! I’m begging you...!

Kino: Haah...Ahーah. In the end, I’m the one giving out answers again, huh? I mean, sure.

ーー Trismégiste. Have you ever heard...of a Devil who went by that name? 

Monologue

He ーー Kino-kun began to cheerfully talk about a tale of the past. 

It came totally unexpected, I had trouble actually believing it. 

About a man named Trismégiste,

who lived in the same country where Ruki-kun and the others grew up. 

And that it was actually this man who brought misfortune upon them. 

Furthermore...The true identity of Trismégiste,

is actually Karlheinz-san who took on a different appearance. 

At the very end of his story,

Kino-kun happily (愉快) revealed that Ruki-kun had also found out (知ってしまった) about this. 

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[mythica0]

Ok these are the 2 one, one of 2 turtles pranked the other one soo the turtle that got pranked started tickling the prankster as a revange take ur time no rush:D❤️

Prank master

🎂:ROTTMNT

🧁: Mikey

🍫: Leo

Summary: Mikey tries to start a prank war with Leo. The slider ends it quickly.

A/N: thanks for the request! Hope you enjoy!

Prank master

Mikey was a prank master. Everyone in the lair knew this.

He was always playing pranks on the others, and whenever they tried to get him back, it seemed he had another prank waiting for them.

He had successfully started(and won) two prank wars in the past month or so, one with Donnie and one with Raph.

Now he wanted to start one with Leo. His most formidable opponent.

So, he set up his attack.

When Leo walked through the Kitchen, he was gonna get a face full of Flour!

Here he comes….. BOOM!

“Hehee! I got ya Leo!”

Leo smiled. He wasn’t too angry, all he needed to do was take a shower and wash his mask and all would be fine.

However, he knew this was Mikey’s war call, and he wasn’t gonna fall for it.

He wasn’t going to prank Mikey back, no no no, that always ended badly. However, he was gonna end this little attempt by giving the box turtle a little visit. A visit from a certain monster.

Later that day, he inacted his plan.

Mikey was preparing some back-up pranks, ready for Leo’s attempt at a counter-attack.

So, when Leo entered Mikey’s room, Mikey was in high alert for the trigger to his little prank.

“Hey Leo!” Mikey was excited, ansy, even. He would get all that energy out soon enough.

“Hey Mikester.” Leo smirked. Mikey was about to fall right into his trap.

“Have you come to challenge the prank master?”

“No. But I have come to have the prank master meet a little friend of mine. “

Mikey’s face morphed into confusion. He dropped his guard.

“Friend? What friend?”

Leo walked close to him, pulled him into a hug, and then said “the tickle monster!”

With the words, he started clawing lightly at his little brothers shell.

Mikey burst into giggles immediately.

“Thihis ihihisnt hohow thihis ihis suhuhuppohohosed toho goho!”

“Well to bad, the tickle monster is hungry and your giggles are delicious!” Then Leo started nibbling lightly on Mikey’s neck, making fake “NOM” sounds.

“Eee! Leheheheo! Ahahaha!”

“I’m not Leo anymore, I am the tickle monster! Grr!”

Leo then removed Mikey’s knee pads.

Mikey’s eyes widened, that never ended well.

Leo then blew raspberry’s into the backs of his knees, making face nomming and growling sounds the whole time.

“Eeehahahhah! Thahahat reheheally tihihihickles!” Mikey’s laughter raised in pitch.

“You don’t say? That’s kind of the point, little snack. PBB”

Mikey just screamed and squealed with laughter. Eventually he called out for mercy, and Leo let up.

After recovering, Mikey spoke up.

“I’m still the prank master though, right?”

Leo nodded in confirmation before speaking.

“But remember, the tickle monster always beats the prank master!”

———THE END————————————————

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 38 - Hopple Borfna, Duncan

It's Duncan's first birthday! Travis and Becca keep it lowkey, since they're the first parents of the friend group.

Judging from Libby and Ophelia's faces, I think Becca's talking about what delivering a baby is like.

Ophelia: *nom* Oh my Watcher these fried chicken sliders are so good

Libby: You sure your new trait isn't actually Glutton, Feefs?

Apparently Ophelia's on clean-up duty.

Travis: Ophelia, this isn't your house anymore. You don't have to do the dishes.

Ophelia: Force of habit.

Libby: I think we all know where I stand. Do you two want kids someday?

Mark: Sure, I'd love to be a dad. Not this second but before I hit full-on adulthood.

Summer: Maybe. I heard they can have blowouts now though, so maybe Mark could do that part.

Mark: Wow, thanks, babe.

Ophelia has a gift for her honorary nephew.

Becca: Aww, a little knitted turtle! That's so sweet, thanks, Ophelia!

Ophelia: Made it myself!

Ophelia Marie Lemon, no you did not! You bought it off of Plopsy! I'm going to make you learn how to knit just to keep up with this lie!

Duncan is now an infant! And he's adorable.

Summer: Oh no. I think I do want one of these, even if they do smell sometimes.

My man Mark is just sitting there while his girlfriend is getting baby fever like 'this is fine'

Duncan's not much of a partier yet, time for a nap.

Mark autonomously came into the nursery to kiss Summer, I'm not controlling either of them. Guess he really would like to have kids with Summer someday and this is his way of saying so.

Ophelia gives Travis and Becca a break so they can socialize, and tells Duncan a bedtime story until he starts snoozing.

Libby comes in, hoping to get a second to talk to Ophelia privately after she's done.

Libby: Hey. I'm really glad things are cool with us now. I want to wait until it's official before I introduce everyone to the girl I've been seeing, and I didn't want to make Duncan's big day about me, but I'd really like you to meet her.

Ophelia: I'd love to meet her too.

Libby: I don't want to overstep, please tell me to stop if I am, but this guy you've become woohoo partners with… Please be careful. You're still my best friend, and I care about your feelings. I hated hurting you, and I don't want to see you hurt again.

Ophelia: I appreciate that you care so much, Lib. He's a good friend. We talked a lot about it, and we get along really well. Even if it's not serious, it's been fun.

Libby: I trust you. I just want to make sure if something happens, that he'll do the right thing like Travis.

Ophelia: If what happens, accidental try for baby?

Libby: Don't act like it's ridiculous. The evidence of that being possible is sleeping two feet away from us.

Ophelia: We're being safe, I swear. But when I do have kids, I'm making you babysit!

Libby: In your dreams, Feefs

It's nice that they can really talk again, and even joke around with each other. They hug, and this time, it really doesn't feel awkward.

Duncan chooses then to wake up and Aunt Ophelia is on a mission.

Ophelia: You wanna see your Auntie Libby, huh?

Libby: No, I'm scared I'll drop him!

Ophelia: Too late, here you go! You can smell her fear, can't you Duncan? Yes, you can!

Libby: Okay, I'm holding him and he's very cute. I still don't want to be a mom.

Ophelia: That's okay. But being an aunt isn't so bad, right?

Libby: Dude, I can feel him using his diaper. I'm giving him back to Travis and Becca and playing dumb.

Ophelia: Fair.

After the party, Ophelia stops by for a quick meeting with the Laurents. It's the first day they've been in the office since the Pizzazz wedding. Ophelia thought maybe they wanted to talk about the next wedding, and that's kind of true, but there's something else as well…

Hector: Let's cut to the chase. Tiff is… no longer with the company. That means the singer position is open. You were amazing on Saturday. How'd you like to become our band's permanent singer?

Hilary: We know it's a bit early for a promotion but we thought you'd be a good fit.

Ophelia: I'd be honored!

Hector: That's our star! We knew you'd be onboard.

Ophelia: What about my current role?

Hector: Anaya's husband Baako will fill in until we find another violinist.

They hash out the details for the next wedding. Things seem… off between the couple.

[mermaidsirennikita]

Thoughts on the oscar noms? (…and the current drama surrounding it)

Honestly, I need people to realize that Barbie was a cute movie that was ultimately meant to sell Barbie dolls. It had a great set design, really cool visuals and costumes, some fun jokes, and a very good performance from Ryan Gosling. I think Greta being snubbed is weird because the movie was very CLEARLY. DIRECTED. But then again, Wes Anderson does that a lot to mixed results with the Academy, so. A very clear and strong eye does not always please them. If we're gonna talk about women (because apparently the Oscars allow only one lady director) who directed films very smartly, I would say that Celine Song is a better choice. Past Lives was such a good movie, and I think her direction really helped communicate a story in which a lot was left unsaid, pairing well with the actors.

And I'll be real... I need people to get that the movie was always more about Ken. Ken had the best script. Ken had the best arc. Is that right, for a Barbie movie? I don't know, dude. But I frankly don't blame the Academy for nominating Ryan and not Margot, because Margot had nothing great to do and she didn't elevate the material. She was good, she was charming. Ryan was performing a lot more. I like America btw, but I don't get that nom lol.

Also, stop complaining about I'm Just Ken, it was great, let us have fun song nominees.

Best Picture: I don't know why Barbie is there, the Oppenheimer sweep has been boring and though I liked the movie, as a film it was absolutely nothing without Cillian and to me that does not a Best Picture make, Killers of the Flower Moon or American Fiction should win but won't, Maestro is a joke, Past Lives deserves but also deserves more noms, haven't seen Poor Things, Anatomy of a Fall, or Zone of Interest (though at least filmtwt can stop complaining about it not being well-marketed for the Academy) yet. I liked The Holdovers, but that was before I found out the director is uhhhhh a very very bad man.

Best Actor: Leo was snubbed and I do think him campaigning for Lily so hard had something to do with it but that was legit one of his most interesting, un-Leo performances; Bradley is a joke; happy for Colman but haven't seen Rustin yet; Cillian should win and I think he will but Paul G could dark horse it--I don't think his performance was Oscar-worthy but he was good and he's been picking up his fair share of awards; Jeffrey Wright was amazing in American Fiction and if anyone should dark horse it it's him. I'd still give it to Cillian. If this was up to me, I'd toss out Bradley and throw in Teo Yoo, who was so so good in Past Lives. But the Academy is sending a HARD backlash message to Asian creatives after the EEAAO sweep, imo.

Best Actress: As I said, I don't care that Margot wasn't nominated and I don't think she should've been, and imo her best performance was easily I, Tonya; I haven't seen Nyad so no comment on Annette, same with Sandra for Anatomy, and I think Carey had moments in Maestro but she overall was not one of those "standouts in a horrible movie" actors; Lily should win and absolutely killed her performance and dominated her movie, but I am worried that Emma could take it. I'd toss out Carey for Greta Lee.

Best Supporting Actor: Everyone needs to stop saying Sterling snuck in because he was deeply moving in American Fiction and is lowkey highkey one of the best actors working right now; RDJ basically just did Leslie Odom Jr. in Hamilton and F. Murray Abraham in Amadeus but with his RDJ cadence of speaking he can't drop to save his life, but he's taking this for a career Oscar; I hate that Charles isn't there, but if it wasn't him I'd give it to Sterling or De Niro, who gave one of my favorite performances in his career and was SO disgusting and menacing in Killers. Haven't seen Ruffalo, so if it was up to me depending on his performance I'd toss out RDJ for Charles Melton and possibly shuffle some other people around.

Best Supporting Actress: Lol Emily was horrible in Oppenheimer and I'll die on that hill, generally liking her as an actress; Da'Vine will win this and she was amazing in The Holdovers but the director really sours it for me; happy for Danielle, haven't seen TCP; America shouldn't be there but whatever; I literally though Nyad was about a mythological creature until I Googled last night and found out it was about a swimmer.

Best Director: This is going to go to Christopher Nolan for one of his better movies but not his best because that is FAR. AND AWAY. THE PRESTIGE. Should go to Scorsese, his direction for Killers is why (to me) that movie still felt like it was moving at a clip despite the length.