#like... actual reasoning in this game gets shot down so fast so it's no wonder marianne didn't actually DO anything

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

"i know we shouldn't be killing rhea and i personally am against it and my gut tells me this is wrong but i'll do it anyway because nobody else uses logic on this route anyway!"

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BUS RIDE

word count: 1.3k

pairing: caitlin clark x reader

⚠️warnings⚠️

explicit smut, exhibitionism?

prompts:

caitlin fingering you on the bus on the way to a game

jealous caitlin (kinda)

You jumped out of bed as soon as your alarm went off. You were travelling with the team today! After checking that you had everything, you made a quick breakfast and called Caitlin.

“Good morning, babe!” you chirped excitedly. “Are you up yet? Did you pack last night?”

You heard bedsheets shift as Caitlin sat up and groaned. “Don’t worry, love, I’m packed. What are you so excited about this early in the morning?” she wondered, her voice still thick with sleep.

“Come on, it’s our first away game of the season! Why aren’t you excited?” you retorted as you cleaned up your dishes.

“Because it’s literally 5am,” Caitlin grumbled. “And it’s such a long drive, you’ll get bored of it so fast.”

“Whatever, I’m still excited. You had better be happier when I see you on the bus,” you threatened jokingly. “Speaking of which, I’m leaving now so see you there!” You barely gave Caitlin a chance to say goodbye before you were hanging up, grabbing your bags, and rushing out of your dorm.

You put your bags on the bus and climbed in, realizing that Kate was the only person already there.

“Hi, Kate!” You waved at her exaggeratedly.

“Why are you here so early?” she asked you.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you retorted. “I’m just really excited for some reason.”

“Me too, actually,” giggled Kate. You sat in the empty seat next to her and chatted as the bus slowly filled up.

Caitlin finally stuck her head through the door, still looking grumpy. You watched her eyes scan the bus to find you, and she raised an eyebrow when she saw you sitting with Kate.

You turned to Kate again, ignoring your girlfriend as a joke. “She looks so jealous,” Kate said quietly, nudging you with her shoulder.

“Fine, I guess I’ll go hang out with her,” you sighed dramatically as you stood up. Caitlin had just passed your seat, so you followed her to the back. Caitlin sat down heavily and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Is something wrong, princess?” you asked sweetly, straddling Caitlin for a few seconds as you climbed into the window seat.

“It’s cold, I’m exhausted, and my girlfriend was sitting with another girl,” she pouted.

You pressed a kiss to her lips. “You’re ridiculous! Kate is my friend, and yours too. I’m all yours now, don’t worry.” Laughing, you kissed the tip of her nose.

“Whatever, let’s just go to sleep.” Caitlin couldn’t stop a small smile from showing on her face. You got your AirPods out while she spread a blanket over the two of you.

You shuffled your chill playlist and sighed contentedly, snuggling into Caitlin and closing your eyes. You focused on the sounds of the road and the music, slowly drifting off to sleep.

Your breath caught and your eyes snapped open as you felt Caitlin grab your leg, draping it over her lap and pulling you closer. You shot her a confused look, but she just closed her eyes, resting her hand on your thigh.

You closed your eyes again, but were too distracted to fall asleep. Caitlin’s hand was very high up, and she was lightly tracing shapes on your inner thigh. The basketball shorts that you were wearing had already rolled up from the way that you were sitting, but when you felt Caitlin’s thumb graze the hem of your panties, you knew that she was doing this on purpose.

“Not right now,” you breathed, trying not to look like anything suspicious was going on.

Caitlin didn’t even open her eyes. “Why not? We have so much time,” she mumbled.

“Someone could see! We’d be in so much trouble!” The panicked edge to your voice must have convinced her because she stopped her movements, instead sliding her fingers just under your waistband. You opened your mouth to protest again, but decided against it when you realized that her hand wasn’t moving.

Your relief was short-lived, because even though Caitlin had listened and appeared to be asleep, you couldn’t stop thinking about what would’ve happened if you’d let her continue. Trying to calm down, you shifted in your seat, but your movement caused Caitlin’s finger to brush against your clit. Biting your lip to stifle a moan, you came to a decision.

“Cait, wake up,” you whined, running a hand down her arm. She blinked slowly and looked down at you.

“Are you okay?” she asked worriedly. You nodded quickly, shifting against her hand and hoping that she got the hint.

“Forget what I said earlier. Please touch me,” you mumbled desperately.

Caitlin didn’t answer, only smirking as she moved her hand down. She closed her eyes again as she started a slow rhythm on your clit with two fingers.

You buried your face in her chest to hide the blush on your cheeks, resisting the urge to roll your hips. Caitlin was applying just enough pressure, and it felt amazing.

You slowly relaxed, dropping your head onto Caitlin’s shoulder. You allowed the fog of pleasure to overcome your thoughts of getting caught, closing your eyes with a shaky exhale.

Caitlin continued at the same pace, occasionally dipping a finger into your entrance to gather some wetness. Your complete trust in her allowed your mind to really wander. You imagined how hot her fingers looked under the blanket and hoped that she didn’t notice your breathing hitch.

You knew that Caitlin was getting off on this, and it made you wonder how far she would go. Your mind conjured images of her on her knees in front of the seat as she ate you out, the blanket long gone, and you shuddered as your breathing got heavier.

This time, Caitlin noticed. “What do you need?” She pressed her lips to the top of your head.

“Keep going,” was all you managed to say.

Looking around, Caitlin started to increase the pace of her fingers. Practically panting at this point, you pulled your sweater over your face to muffle the sound.

“I know, love, I know,” Caitlin said soothingly. She titled your head up with her free hand and leaned close to your ear. “Look at me, I wanna see your face when you cum.”

You found yourself blushing again, the intensity of her words and her fingers setting your body on fire. She pressed harder on your clit, and it was enough to make your eyes roll back in your head.

Your whole body shuddered as your orgasm hit suddenly, and you weren’t quite able to stop a moan escaping from your open lips. You closed your eyes and willed yourself not to react to the overpowering feeling of pleasure spreading out across your body, still trying not to draw attention even as your mind became fuzzy.

Caitlin kept rubbing tight circles on your clit, drawing out the feeling of euphoria. She decreased the pressure once she saw your eyes focus back on her. “That was so hot,” she said onto your lips, pulling you in for a kiss.

You watched Caitlin gingerly slide her hand out of your shorts and wipe it on the blanket. “I can’t believe we just did that,” you said breathlessly. Seeing that it was now fully light out, you checked the time on your phone. “You got me off for two hours?” You asked in disbelief. “Cait, how is your hand not cramped? We have a game this afternoon!”

Caitlin rolled her eyes. “It’s fine, consider it endurance training or something,” she brushed off your concern. “Besides, it wasn’t even my shooting hand.”

You smacked her playfully on the arm before laying down in her lap, already questioning where the confidence to do that had come from. “You’re actually insane,” you giggled, looking up at her adoringly.

[curlyangelsblog]

✿ Yandere!Tomura Shigaraki x F!Reader ✿

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„Aww come on ten ten don’t be such a sore loser“ you giggled into his headphones.

„yeah whatever“ was all he mumbled back with a blush on his cheeks which you couldn’t see. You and Tomura, or Tenko as he introduced himself to you, have been gaming together for 2-3 months now. You guys met in some sort of chat room and have been hitting it off ever since. You not only game together but also talk on the phone for hours on end about Friends and Family , personal stuff and obviously gaming. Well you more then him. He love listening to you ramble. Your cute voice and addicting laugh.

„It’s getting kind of late ten ten (you’re the only person that gets to call him that) I have work early in the morning but it was nice talking to you“ you giggled. It really was you always felt like he was the only person that understood you. And he felt the same maybe even more but he wasn’t ready to admit that.

„Sleep well ten ten !“

„You too“

Was all he said and that was enough for you. You always knew what he was intending on saying and what he meant.

—————— next day—————————————————

From [y/n] : Hey Tenko you ready to play r/g (random Game) again ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა♡ ?

To [y/n] : sure

You were actually really good also a reason why he liked playing with you besides your cute voice. It was getting kind of frustrating that you were so good. Not to mention you were enjoying yourself quit a bit and making little remarks about how bad he was.

„Ok now your not THAT good“ he said

„I only won four times in a row didn’t I“ you said cheekily.

„Yeah yeah whatever“

„Well maybe you can learn a couple of things from me if you would watch me play“

What did you mean watch you play. Did you stream ? You guys have been talking about all lot of stuff but jobs and other hobbies have never really been topic. You did send him pictures before so he kinda knew what you looked like. You were the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. But all he said that he didn’t need to watch you.

„Here is the link to my channel if you ever change your mind“

Tomura could feel how his heart sped up and a blush was creeping on his skin. He had to suppress the urge to click on the link and watch you stream. He had recordings of your voice which he listens to every night and the pictures you send him which he looked at when he felt down or when he did other things… But it wasn’t his fault that he got hard looking at you. You were just so beautiful to him.

„Buuut let’s finish this round I’m getting kind of tired ten ten“

„This time I’m gonna beat ya“ he said chuckling. The excitement and the images of you streaming shot right to his member. He wondered if you were one of those who wore slutty clothes and took money from old men. He was gritting his teeth trying not to make a sound. It excited him being able to see you more often it wasn’t enough to just see your pictures anymore he needed more. He won the round and he let out an excited “yes!” Which made him blush a little bit he was still a little awkward about showing so much emotions. You like it tho it was cute the way he got excited. You grumbled in response to loosing against.

“Well I can’t lie that was pretty good ten ten”

You guys logged off for the night. And as soon as the call ended Tomura clicked on the link as fast as possible. The link led him to your stream account it was as he imagined all pastel and pinky it was so you . The brightness stung in his eyes but he was too eager to look away. You were at almost 350k follows how has he never seen you. Well looking through you content you did play games you two liked to play but the majority of you content was games he wasn’t too familiar with. He clicked on one of your videos. The latest one of your streams. You greeted you viewers with a little wave and that cute smile of yours. He couldn’t look away. He had to have you…

[lutawolf]

My Dear Gangster Oppa Commentary Ep 4

If you haven't seen my other commentary, you can find it here.

This makes me sad because what was special for Tew was the fact that Guy wasn't afraid of him. But here he is, afraid. Which clearly is upsetting to Tew.

As soon as Guy opens his eyes, they are drawn to the gun wound scar. The face that Tew gives him then...

And Guy's concern, then confusion. So much emotion in one frame.

Now they are sitting and communicating. Tew tells Guy that he didn't tell him that he was scared that it would put Guy in danger. Which confuses me because not knowing, knowing, is there really a difference in danger level?

Tew starts to explain his past and his joy of playing video game. Then his home life. While not rich, he had a loving father. Who clearly raised him right because he is so well-mannered. Oh no! Cough with blood.  

Damn... I was really hoping he would kick their asses, and get home to his dad.

I mean, we knew it was coming, but the fact that he didn't get to say goodbye. Oh damn, that really explains the previous episode where he came to meet Guy to say goodbye before his trip.

Ohhhh, Tew looks scary now.

OH! Who called it?!?!

And then he is shot!!! What!?!? I was not expecting that. Nor was I expecting the next part. I was kind of expecting him to have been forced into killing. Interesting. I wonder if Wish John Lennon was one of these kids???

So while bad boy is a rebel with a cause, he still a rebel. Then he just lays down to die.

I think it's safe to say that home dude was not thinking that day.

I think Guy gets it, but it will be interesting to see if he accepts it. He at least isn't scared of Tew anymore. Butt he more Tew explains, the more clearly you can see he is an anti-hero. Won't go so far as to call him a villain butttttt. He is no hero. Yay!!! This is my favorite type of character!

I am not sure what to think of the mob boss. He is putting a lot of trust into a kid, but he also appears to be giving him the keys to revenge. He is an interesting character to say the least.

The rules seem simple enough. No lying and no betrayal.

"Once you touch a gun. There is no going back to a normal life"

Then, Tew gives a little smirk and says that he doesn't plan on going back to a normal life anyway.

And Guy is seeing this. I think it's interesting because for some reason Tew really expected that Guy would absolutely understand. He is pretty spot on because Guy does understand.

Really Guy... You are going to be butt hurt over the restaurant lie??? I mean, I actually get where Guy is coming from. I'm just thinking it's funny to pick that after hearing Tew's story.

It apparently was not what Tew was expecting Guy to be upset about either. His face says he is completely dumbfounded. Honestly, in my opinion, Guy is latching onto something to use so he can run scared. I don't think he is scared of Tew, but of his own feelings that are happening too fast. I could be completely off base, but that's what I see from how he is acting and reacting.

Boy up in his feels getting sloppy drunk. Other boy is being emo in his bed. What a pair.

Oh, no! Boss man is not okay with the fake restaurant.

Home dude is not right in the head, is he?

I'll say it again. Mob boss daddy is interesting. He cares about Tew, but he isn't a push over.

I'm suspicious... How is a regular dude off the street not scared when goons show up???

Again, not a push over.

Now back to emo boy with his bed and his fish. Damn it Guy! That was a shit move to do to your guild!!! And his first thoughts when there is a knock at the door is Tew. That should tell you something, Guy! You're running from your feelings. Coward!

Nope. It's jackass Wahl, who I just know has something to do with stirring up shit. I know. He seems sweet, but how can he not tell that his bestie is upset??? Wahl is just too selfish for me to like him. I tried to like him, I really did, but I don't like selfish besties.

Discount Lennon out here trying to drown people.

See, I told you that Wahl was where this bullshit all started. He is being so condescending. Saying he is the most important person to him but then ditching him all the time. I really hope, at some point, Tew beats him up.

Did he drown him???

We're back to the guessing game of: Dead or Passed Out??? (If you said that in a game host voice, give yourself ten points.)

Oh! Not dead! Ohhhhh, another pissing contest in the wild!

I refuse to believe that Tew is that stupid... I hate Wahl because I feel like he is going to get a call from his gf and just leave Guy like he always does.

Ahhh... Nice. Tew planned ahead. Never mind, I take it back. Tew is stupid. Don't lie to the boss, especially not for Wish Lennon.

I don't like the fall troupe when it's Guy and Wahl.... Just saying.

Please, please, let Tew beat him up.

Yes, I agree. You need to put an end to your feelings. Oh, wow! Wahl didn't ditch Guy, but Guy ditched Wahl!!!

Sadly, though, Guy isn't answering Tew's phone calls either.

I really think that Tew should take this opportunity given to him and beat up Wahl.

The wrong person got punched! That did not go the way that I wanted.

Guy ran home. I can respect that. Except the fact that he is acting like a two-year-old. Awww, bless him. Well, at least now he is realizing that he is running away from everything.

Finally!!!

What does it say that Tew didn't stop till he found you Guy? LOVE, the communication going on. I love that Tew is calling out Guy, telling him that he feels this way and ran because he cares about him.

He called him little boy! And then gave him a real hug!!!

Ahhh, Tew confessing. Hot damn! They are making up for that shitty ending last episode!

OH SHIT.... He is going to quit the gangster life... I'm scared.

Never mind, we'll just shelve that concern for another day. Carry On. 💜💜💜

[lees-chaotic-brain]

You and I by richard hadley and the death ramps, toji, fluff if possible but anything else is great too!!

WC: 2.4k

CW: sorry anon i threw a tad bit of hurt/comfort into the fluff, NOT beta read, editing what's that?, reader referred to as a biker girl, swearing, toji being a bad partner (dw he pulls it together), possibly very ooc idk i've never written for him before, plz don't ask how this got so long i honestly have no idea

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There was something off about you. It left him unable to keep his eyes off you, but he didn't have the faintest idea of what it could be.

Was it the emotion in your music? No, that couldn’t be it because there almost always was some musician or another at the diner. And they were normally pretty decent. Maybe it was the motorcycle helmet and keys sitting next to your bag behind you. But he had been around biker girls before, so that didn’t make sense. What was it?

He always goes to this particular diner for lunch when he could, but today as he sat there examining you the place felt different. The smudges and signatures inked on the walls seemed to add to the atmosphere instead of being an eyesore, and the smell of grease and fast food almost comforting. The atmosphere seemed different today, and he felt like it had something to do with you.

Caught up in his musing, he didn’t even notice he was staring at you until you shot him a cheeky smile and a wink as you sang. Shaking his head to clear his mind, he refocused on his neglected lunch, shoveling it down to try and forget what your gaze had done to him. For some reason, he found himself wishing you would look at him again, that feeling lingering throughout the rest of the day and into the next.

I like the way you look at me baby

Toji Fushiguro doesn’t make mistakes. Not because he was born perfect, but because the reality of his life was that one mistake meant death. In a world where cursed energy was deemed necessary to fight curses he made do with brute strength alone. Which worked. Normally.

See, for his way of doing things to work, he needed to have his head in the game. To be one hundred and ten percent focused on the fight at hand. So why the fuck was he thinking about you? And why the actual fuck was the thought of you enough to throw him off his game??

These were all things running through his head as he finished off the curse before slumping to the ground beside it, one large hand pressed against the wound on his ribs as blood seeped out through his fingers.

He couldn’t afford to lose focus. One moment of distraction and this had happened. If it weren’t for his quick reflexes he would be dead right now. So he had no choice. He had to get to the bottom of this. He had to go back and see you again, if only to see what made you so special. All so that he could focus on his job, of course.

At least that’s what he told himself as he returned to the diner, hoping to see you again.

I act as if I'm not going crazy

Girl I'm in a muddle tonight

Packing up your stuff after a long gig at your local diner, you couldn’t wait to get home. Caught up in your fantasies of a hot bath and a pack of instant ramen, you didn’t notice the man approaching you until he stopped in front of you, his shadow blocking the light.

“Sorry, they’re closed, I'm just headed out now.” You look up, vaguely recognizing the hunk of muscle that stood in front of you. Oh, that’s right. He’s the guy who was staring at you during your performance the other day. You wondered what he needed.

“Give me your number.”

“Excuse me?” Of all the things you expected him to say, demanding your number was not one of them. “May I ask why you need it?”

“Just cause.” He folds his beefy arms across his chest, not wavering as you narrow your eyes and scrutinize him, unsure if he’s being serious. Unfortunately, you think he is.

“Listen.” You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I’ve had a long day. I’m tired. I want to go home. If you want my number, you have to give me something more to work with here, buddy.”

“Buddy?” He quirks an eyebrow, a smirk stretching the small scar at the corner of his mouth. “Do I look like a “buddy” to you?” 

You make a show of examining him closely before straightening. “No, you’re right. You look like the guy who ate my buddy. Which is exactly why I don’t think I should give you my number.”

And with that, you sling your bag over your shoulder and leave, climbing on your bike and speeding away. Assuming that would be the last you saw of him, you were surprised when you arrived for your next performance and found him waiting there for you.

“Didn’t get enough of me, huh.” You snark, breezing by him. “At least leave a nice tip this time, ‘kay?”

“No.” His deep voice rumbles from behind you, and you spin to see him staring at you with a stupidly sexy grin on his stupidly hot face. 

“Why not?”

“Cause I’m broke.” 

You’re unable to hold your snort in, surprised and amused by his unashamed bluntness. Still laughing to yourself, you turn around and pat his bicep. 

“Sorry, buddy.” His mouth quirks at your emphasis on the offensive word. “Now you’re definitely not getting my number.”

With that, you walk inside, leaving him outside on the sidewalk with a sneaking suspicion that he just fell in love with you. 

Would you tell me where you're gonna take it

If I had a heart you're the one who should break it

Two years later and he has successfully obtained your number, and the two of you are now in a semi-serious relationship. Surprisingly, you were the one to initiate the relationship, despite repeatedly rejecting him when you first met.

At first things had been really nice, as close to perfect as things could be, in your opinion. He was by no means a gentleman, or good with his words, but his dry humor and actions were enough to convey his affection towards you. And that was enough.

Or, at least it was, until he stopped showing up. About a year or so into your relationship he started standing you up occasionally due to work. Honestly, you weren’t entirely sure what his job was, only that it required him to travel and stay in good shape. 

The first few times it happened, you brushed it off. After all you were both adults with jobs and lives outside of each other. Of course you would be busy. But then it started happening more and more, and the periods of time he was gone became longer and longer. 

 The breaking point came around your two year anniversary. You had received a job offer that would require you to move, and as much as you wanted to take it you knew you had to talk it over with him first. There was just one problem. You hadn’t seen him in over a month.  

With your two year anniversary approaching, you really wanted to try and reconnect because you hadn’t felt close to him in awhile, and with this job opportunity on the horizon you had to think about whether or not continuing your relationship was worth it.

So you told him that you really wanted to celebrate your two year anniversary with him, and that you had something important to tell him. Not ready to give up on your relationship yet, you put a lot of effort into the night, buying a new dress and cooking a nice dinner for the two of you to share. 

But just as you finish setting the table and tidying up the house because he’s due to arrive any second, your phone dings.

Toji <3: Sorry. Won’t be able to make it tonight. Took another job. I’ll be back next week.

The engines running, can't decide if I should ride away

Tired and sore from the last job he had accepted, Toji heads back to your shared apartment, eager to see you again. He didn’t particularly enjoy taking on new jobs, but money didn’t grow on trees so he didn’t really have a choice. He did miss your cooking and affection when he was gone though.

Fumbling with his keys, he finally manages to get the door open and steps inside, only to be greeted by a dark apartment. That was strange. Normally you were home by now. The thought crosses his mind that something could have happened to you, and he slips into the living room, panic stirring in his stomach. 

Moving with an amount of stealth unexpected of someone his size, he checks the entire apartment, only to find it empty, with no sign of…anything, really. Realizing that you could just be out with friends, he flicks on the lights and plops down on the couch with a sigh. 

Stretching his arms above his head and yawning, a piece of paper sitting innocently on the coffee table with his name on it catches his attention. Absentmindedly cracking his neck, he reaches down and grabs it, gently unfolding it.

His heart sinks as he scans it, your familiar handwriting suddenly illegible. Because there’s no way he’s reading this right. There’s no way you left. There was no reason for you to. Things were great between the two of you. At least, that’s what he had thought, but according to the letter in his hands you didn’t feel the same way.

The next few minutes pass in a blur of tearing open dresser drawers and frantically searching closets for a sign that you hadn’t packed up all of your belongings and left. But all he found was empty space, the smell of your perfume still lingering in the air, despite it being devoid of your presence.

Finally taking a moment to stop and process, he finds himself wondering what he’s so worked up about. So what if you left? It’s not like he needs you or anything. He didn’t even do anything to warrant you leaving! Sure he missed your anniversary, but he planned to make it up to you when he got back! And maybe it wasn’t even the first time he had stood you up like that on an important date, but if you were willing to leave over something as miniscule as that, were you even worth keeping?

At least that’s what he kept telling himself as he went on with his life pretending there wasn't a gaping hole in his life that you used to fill.

Too stubborn to be the first person to reach out when he still felt he hadn’t done anything, a month went by without any contact between the two of you. In the beginning it didn’t bother him that much, because the reality hadn’t fully set in yet. But slowly as the weeks wore on, so too did the absence of all the little things he hadn’t realized he took for granted.

Like the way your quiet humming brought life to the otherwise dull apartment. Or the way your things scattered around on various surfaces had been a constant reassurance of your presence. He missed you scolding him and telling him he needed to take a break, he missed your laughter, he missed your kisses, he-fuck.

He missed you so much. What was he doing?

I had a woman, she went away

And now I'm lonely, fuck it

It’s now been a month since you left in a storm of hurt feelings and anger, but you still hadn’t heard from him. Deep down, you hadn’t expected to actually break up. You figured you would leave and time to cool down. Then when he got back and realized you left it would be a major wake up call for him and he would come running to you with an apology and then he would change.

Instead you got radio silence. You weren’t too concerned the first week because you knew Toji was as stubborn as you were and probably didn’t want to be the first one to reach out and admit he was wrong. 

So you waited (semi) patiently, but when a second, then a third week went by without a word, you were faced with the possibility that he wouldn’t ever call. That the two of you truly were over.

Which is why when you were awoken from your nap on the couch by loud knocking at three in the afternoon, you shouted informing them that you would be there in a second as you adjusted your clothes assuming that someone just needed you to sign for a package or something like that.

What you were definitely not expecting to see was your kinda ex-boyfriend standing stiffly in your doorway, staring steadfastly at something over your head.

“Um. Hello?” You lean against the door frame and tuck your hands into your pockets, hoping to conceal their trembling. “You need something?”

“Yes. Actually. I do.” His eyes met yours, and you were shocked by the raw emotions swirling in them. “I need us. Together. You with me. Me with you. The way things are meant to be. I know I can be a bit of an asshole sometimes-”

You snort and raise your eyebrows. “Well, a lot of the time.” He amended, rolling his eyes.

“But, I do really care about you and while I’m not the greatest with my words, or the brightest guy you’ll ever meet, I promise that if you call me out on my bullshit I’ll listen and do my best to change.”

You pretend to think it over, as if the two of you getting back together wasn’t inevitable the second you saw him standing in your doorway. “Let me see…oh wait. One second.”

Pulling out your phone you tap away for a couple of seconds before sliding it into your back pocket. “Sorry ‘bout that. I just accepted this job. Let me get back to you in a week.” With that snarky comment and a smug wink, you shut the door firmly in his face and he hears the sound of the deadbolt clicking into place seconds later.

For a moment he stands there, unsure what to do before he starts laughing. There was the feisty person he had fallen in love with and missed so desperately. And when he heard your quiet chuckles coming from the other side of the door, he knew the two of you would be okay.

The two of you were able to laugh and be together. Just the way you belong.

You and I

You and I

[sugarbag]

✰﹣𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿

hockeyplayer!abby anderson x black!reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀. you didn't even want to go to this stupid party. but abby would be there, so its a good enough reason to change your mind right?

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. underage drinking, bad writing, swearing, owen ( yes i am putting him in this category ) LOTS of clichés, like, an insane amount

FLUFF.

set in a 𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗻!𝗮𝘂 and 𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲!𝗮𝗯𝗯𝘆 because i said so

lowercase intended, also reader as braids in this, i kinda imagined this kind

proofread : meh

𝗮𝗻. hi!! this is my first time writing/posting ever so yea, there will be mistakes and stuff but my obsession with abby took over:) i started this during lesbian visibility week, i HAD to finish it for pride month!!! i'll make two parts for this :)

this is LARGELY inspired by wish you were sober by conan gray and english is not my first language so sorry for the mistakes i'll make, anyways, hope you'll enjoy and if you do let me know<3

it was still pretty early when you decided you had to leave owen's house. she's not even here, you thought, even after being there for an hour and a half, though it felt like an eternity.

the wolves of seattle, or your highschool's hockey team, had won the biggest game of the season, and owen, a blond football player with an ego the size of the moon, had invited pretty much everyone to his house to celebrate. now normally, you'd decline politely, not being really fond of parties or owen or getting drunk or owen but your friend dina insisted.

oh c'mon, free booze, free food- do i really need to extand the list of reasons we should go?

ok, you said two things, that's not a list dee, you replied.

well, a little birdie told me that abby would be there, you know, considering she's the captain of the team and all. not that you would care, obviously...

needless to say, you never ran so fast to your closet. you had had the biggest crush on abby anderson for what felt like forever but you only found out about her existence two years ago, in tenth grade. she was already popular due to the fact that she played hockey, but that only increased with time. now, at the end of highschool, your crush grew as you and abby did, and even though you thought that you would have enough time to confess, in a few months, you'd be off to college, lips sealed and secret unrevealed.

as you got ready, the only thing that was on your mind was abby's blonde hair, her freckled skin and her large shoulders, which you'd only admire from your seat behind her in english class. the only way you'd ever indulge in your crush was from afar, scared of rejection.

and now, 2 hours later, your green top felt rough against your skin, you had to take you jacket off because it was so hot in there and your braids seemed to pull on your scalp in a much tighter way due to your annoyance. you were in the corner of owen's living room, next to the couch on which dina was seated. she's been drinking, whining about another one of your friend not being here, ellie. dina tried to convince the young girl to come to the party but ellie and abby weren't exactly on good terms after a golfing incident that ellie didn't talk about much. just as you were wondering about the feud between the two, you recognised a blonde braid flowing a few feet away. you had spent enough time analysing every inch of her to feel tingles on every bit of your body when she turned around to look right at you.

her piercing glance met your own eyes and you couldn't help but scurry away from her blue gaze by crouching directly behind the couch.

"what.. the fuck" dina sighs. she sounded dazed, undoubtedly from the shots she's been downing. jesse didn't even bother to look your way, doing heart eyes to a random girl, his infatuation for the night. however, dina had her eyes trained on you and as she quickly scanned the room, you swiftly let out :

"abby's here! oh my god, sh's actually here! dina she looked right at me!"

"well, that's why we're here right? so that you can confess your undying love for her and become her housewife"

you let out an annoyed huff, but the idea made its way into your brain and you imagined living with abby, being able to kiss her every morning and see her with her hair undone from that eternal braid of hers. you'd run your fingers through her blonde locks, untagling the occasional knots and god, you were being delusional.

"ya know, if you don't tell her, you'll never have her babies"

"you're so drunk, shut up!" you manifested your annoyance by slapping the back of her head slightly, raising your hand from your hiding spot.

"seems like i'm not the only one, look at lovergirl over there," dina slurred.

you got up and slowly, sat down next to the black-haired girl and immediately fixed your eyes on abby. she did look a bit off, you thought. some strands from her braid were framing her flushed face and her loud laugh could be heard throughout the entire living room. the room was pretty large, you and dina being on one of the many little couches that were littered accross the room. you were practically in the very back, and on the other end of the room, was standing abby in all of her glory, surrounded by her friends and being cheered on by several people in the crowd around them.

it felt like a bad movie. admiring your highschool crush from afar at a party you didn't even want to be at in someone else's house. but still, you allowed yourself to take the blonde girl in as you sighed. oh, how beautiful she was. her strong jaw was on display, allowing you to take a good look at her sharp profile and the way her broad shoulders stretched her tight shirt. you admired the way her muscles flexed with every one of her moves and how she exuded confidence and calm. you wanted to be hers so bad.

"stop drooling, go over there!"

"yeah right, i'm just gonna go over there and ask her to be my girlfriend, even tough she doesn't even know me, in front of all her friends; i'm sure that'll go well!" you sarcastically said.

"yeah i know right? that's why i suggested it silly!" dina yelped in a high pitched voice.

she looked around a bit and started tugging at your hair a little. she was intoxicated, it was obvious so you gently got up to get her water. you took the bottle of alcohol away from the table in front of the three of you, eliciting a little whine from dina. you turned towards your friend.

"i'm gonna get you some water ok? you do not move, i'll be back right away. jesse will keep an eye on you, right jess?"

"what? noooo, last time she bit me!" the boy complained loudly.

"don't get your dirty fingers close to my mouth, imbecile."

you could still hear the two of them arguing as you hurried towards the kitchen you saw on your way in. you pushed through the crowd to get to the sink, set the bottle down and it's only then that you realized that you didn't have a glass. you looked around a bit and started opening different cupboards in vain. just as you were about to give up, you felt a heavy hand graze your shoulder, followed by a voice you knew all too well, despite never talking directly to the speaker.

"are you looking for this?"

you froze.

abby anderson was standing right behind you, beer and glass in the same hand, you knew that because in addition to her voice and other hand, that was now fully on you shoulder, you could suddenly feel her warmth in your back. realising that the amount of time you spent with your back turned was becoming awkward, you suddenly spun around to face abby, and you almost stopped breathing.

from across the room, you couldn't observe her all that well but up close, you could have counted the freckles displayed on her slightly crooked nose. you could have pushed the strand of hair that was getting close to her eyelashes but the sight of her blue eyes made you feel like any movement would cause you to break. the dimly lit kitchen created a golden haze that surrounded abby, made her skin glow and brought out her freckles and in that very moment, you swore you got into heaven. she adorned a band tee that was just a little tight on her but the short sleeves allowed you to see her arm muscles flex as she moved.

she looked at you groggily, with a dazed look and a glass in her hand. she almost nudged it into you chest, which made you want to scream, but you happily took the glass.

"um, th-thank you!" you managed to mumble two words and regretted it instantly.

"you're welcome, pretty!" abby replied.

and you froze again. you were about to fill the glass with water but as those words left abby's mouth, you felt all your limbs transforming into jello.

"what did you say?" you asked in disbelief.

abby's eyes were still boring into yours, her mouth slightly agaped and you swore you could cry as she retorted :

"i called you pretty! because you are"

your eyes must have opened wide because abby suddenly looked a bit panicked.

"i'm sorry, does it bother you? i won't do it again, sorry" she scratched the back of her head.

"no!" you practically shouted. "it's ..um i mean it's completely fine"

you paused a little before adding :

"you.. well, i- i think you're really pretty too!"

you could have sighed at your fumbling but the girl's grin got bigger at your words.

"thank you! i'm abby by the way! nice to meet you __" when she said your name, you could've fainted. so many thoughts came to mind but you only managed to blink until your vision got blurry.

"i know who you are, how do you know my name?"

you didn't mean to sound rude, that probably came out the wrong way, but what the actual fuck?

"oh well, we have a few classes together. english, physics, french and-"

"maths, i know. you're two seats away from me"

oops. hope she didn't catch that.

she didn't seem to, or maybe she didn't care enough because her smile grew even more, if that was even possible. a small grin started forming on your lips but it was interrupted by a man's shadow on the two of you. owen had inserted himself close to abby, closer than you were, so much so that you felt like you could vomit just from the sight. his arm was around her shoulders and you saw her form slightly crisp for a second then slowly relax.

"hey, we missed you for a second back there! whatcha' doing here?" his loud voice made you cringe, and when he looked at you, you couldn't help but furrow your brows. you lived a few houses down, so owen was sort of your neighbor, which was appreciated when abby came over to his house and you saw her on her way. dina called it creepy stalking. she wasn't totally wrong.

"yo, __, right? having fun?"

the sound of your name in his mouth sent a new wave of nausea through your body but you decided to behave. after all, it was his house, his party, his friend.

"uh yeah sure, it's a great party owen. i came with a few friends and- oh shit!" you exclaimed.

dina was still waiting for her much needed glass of water, all alone, with drunk jesse as her only companion. fuck.

you quickly turned around to fill the long forgotten glass of water and excused yourself to the pair.

"i'm sorry, i have to give this to my friend, was nice though, bye abby!"

"bye pretty!" the girl replied as she waved her hand at you.

the nickname made you weak on your knees, which was not ideal when you had to push through a crowd of drunk people. you looked back at the kitchen, seeing abby get owen's arm away from her shoulders. you grinned before continuing your trip over to dina. you were relieved once you heard the bickering of your two friends again, assuming they probably argued the whole time you were with abby. oh god, you actually talked to abby.

"that was definitely not right back by the way, i think i had time to sober up completely" dina sluggishly stated. just as she said this, she knocked over a couple plastic cups on the table. she slowly looked up at you, accepted the glass of water you inched towards her and drank it as she looked away.

"i called an uber, its a few minutes away" jesse, who was still sat next to dina, handed you his phone for you to note the car's travel.

"great, awesome let's um, let's get out of here"

dina quickly finished her cup, and got up, you immediately went to slip your shoulder under her own, carrying a part of her body weight to keep her from stumbling all over the sticky floor. jesse gathered everyone's belongings and followed after the two of you and being less intoxicated than dina, his step was much firmer.

"you're such a lightweight dee," the boy snorted.

the black haired girl flipped him off as she looked his way, and chuckled before standing straighter, pushing through the crowd with more confidence.

"i'm not even drunk, you di- oh shit, sorry!"

"no, no don't worry that's my bad"

it's like you summoned her. technically, dina was the one who bumped into abby but still, the blonde girl was looking at you, right now. she waved again, despite the fact that you were a few feet away from her. you waved back and as you did so, you could feel dina's confused look going between the two of you, before locking her squinted eyes on you.

"oh you two already know each other?" she asked, in disbelief. you opened wide eyes in her direction at the question but rapidly looked back at abby.

"yeah, um, i mean we talked a little in the kitchen like 5 minutes ago"

"mhm and she called me pretty" abby added in a high pitched voice.

sudenly both dina and jesse were looking at you with wide eyes and sligthly open mouths. dina was the first one to tease.

"is that so?" she emphasised every word with a big smile plastered on her face. she was proud of you, truly but the fact that she was drunk altered her reactions.

"ooh so that is what took you so long. you were getting to know each other" jesse agitated finger guns in your side as you tried to keep eye contact with abby. as difficult as it already was, her dopey smile made you feel dizzy in the best way possible and you knew you'd get teased afterwards when abby talked again

"yeah i'd really like to do that. get to know you, i mean"

she said that so casually you almost had topinch yourself to believe it wasn't a dream. once again your eyes got a little wider, which didn't go unnoticed by dine, who snorted quietly. it felt so sweet that you almost forgot you were at a crowed party, close to the door and the stairs in one of the most packed areas of the house, and your carelessness was rewarded by having a drink spilt all over your shirt as some guy bumped into you. the green top you adorned turned dark and the strong smell of alcohol made you scrunch your nose in disgust.

"hey, watch where you're going man!" dina's brows furrowed as she got in between the two of you. the drunk guy mumbled an apology but he rapidly faded in the crowd and disappeared as quickly as he entered the frame. the humid feeling on your chest, however, was still very present and you peeled your wet top off your body with a worried expression.

"fuck" the smell of alcohol clung to your skin and made it's way to your nostrils, causing you to scrunch your face in disgust. abby let out a light chuckle at the sight of your grimace and when you heard her, you didn't care about your wet shirt or the music that was blasting in your ears or the fact that a few minutes ago, you felt as if you were about to burst because of overstimulation.

abby's laugh fixed it.

you were down monstrously bad.

"i um, i have a shirt in my car if you want. wet fabric is the worst feeling ever."

"uhh i don't know, i should go with dina, she's a bit drunk and-" you were interrupted by your friend.

"nahh me? i'm as sober as a judge" loudly declared the black haired girl. as she did so, she let go of jesse's arm and managed to walk a few meters in an approximatively straight line before turning back to your group with a large smile on her face and her arms in the hair, demonstrating her exploit.

"take the shirt, get some time to chat amongst yourselves and jesse and i, we'll be on our merry way" she gripped the boy by the arm she was previously holding onto, and walked to the door with her back turned to it, facing you and abby.

you hurried to her side to whisper scream in her ear "what are you doing? are you really gonna leave me alone? with abby?!"

"hey calm down yeah? just take the shirt and her number, emphasis on number. because stalking her instagram without even following her is not gonna get you anywhere."

"yea i know but-"

"no buts. you go get that shirt and her number. if you don't, i'll be under your bed tonight"

"how old are you?"

"stop being a coward. text me when you get home okay? i want details."

dina kissed your cheek and gave you aa encouraging look before glancing over at jesse, who had a dopey smile plastered on his face. she let out a little sigh before moving her head towards the entrance. he followed her after giving you a little hug and soon enough, they were walking out the door after giving you a little wave.

you caught a glimpse of them bickering in the uber and as the car drove away, you realized abby was still standing a few meters away from you. you turned around to find her in the same spot, right behind you with a light smile and rosy cheeks. she rummaged trough the pocket of her black jeans to get her car keys out of it.

"if you still want that shirt.."

"sure! is your car close?"

"yeah, it's just in front"

the two of you walked to the door, pushing people away a few times, and as soon as you got out of the house, the cold wind hit your face with force. the refreshing feeling made you inhale and fill your lungs with oxygen, savoring the new sensation. you closed your eyes and for a second, the only other existing being was abby. she stood right next to you and if you weren't so engulfed by the fresh air on your face, maybe you could've noticed the way she looked at you.

maybe you'd have noticed how she always blushed when you looked her way or how she was shaking before every single french class because that's when you're the closest to her, just one seat away. and technically, abby could move closer to you but she didn't want to risk passing off as a creep. so she just kept her eyes trained on your silouhette, your hair, your hands whe she'd get glimpses of them from behind you. abby was beginning to get lost in her thoughts of you, so much so that she almost forgot why the two of you were outside, together. as if you could hear her thoughts, you reminded her.

"which one's your car?"

you obviously knew what car abby drove, it was the same one you'd look for every morning in the parking lot and when you saw the grey range rover, your heart lept out of your chest for a second. but abby couldn't know that. she led you to her car and you were perplexe when she followed you to the passenger side, only for her to open the car door for you. you blinked a few times before processing what she did, and the whole time she just stared at you, giving you a little nod to encourage you to get in.

you sat in the passenger seat, abby closed the door and went to the trunk of her car. she retrieved a black muscle tee from it, got in the car and froze. you were in her car. so close she could smell your perfume. you smelled like jasmin and, was that vanilla? abby could never tell. not even after she looked down at the shirt in her hands and turned her head to you, handing you the item. this time, you noticed the slight shaking of her hands and as you took the shirt, your hads brushed. the contact felt like touching an exposed wire, fire pouring into your veins and at this very moment,

you were so glad you went to this party.

an. okkk so this might be a bit short but i really wanted to at least share one part!!

LOTS of incoherence and clichés but i mean.. anything for abby am i right?? i don't know if i hate it or love it but its still my first child

tell me if you like it <3

✰﹣𝔰𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔟𝔞𝔤

[kitfumo]

Melty Blood, Street Fighter 6, and the Idea of the "Marathon Game"

Fair warning that I have issues compressing my thoughts into a succinct and precise format, and as such, this can and will end in me rambling and repeating the same talking points, most likely. With the release of Street Fighter 6 alongside the alluring promise of 1,000,000 dollars to the winner of Capcom Cup, a sentiment I've seen running rampant is the idea that you need to "get good" at Street Fighter as fast as possible. This mentality is common in competitive games in general, but the pressure is especially immense in regards to Street Fighter. While having the drive to improve at a game you enjoy is not inherently harmful, and in fact, can improve your enjoyment of your favorite game immensely, the issue comes from the reasoning behind why someone might feel this way. I believe that pushing yourself to improve as quickly as possible for a shot at a prize pool that only a handful of people will profit from can negatively impact your feelings towards not only a hobby that should be quite mentally beneficial, but runs the risk of missing the "point" and joy behind practicing fighting games as a whole. To dive into this deeper, I would like to talk about a different game entirely that I happen to be practicing currently, Melty Blood: Actress Again Current Code, and how that game has given me a bit of perspective on why I enjoy fighting games in general. MBAACC is an old game. The version of the game that is played today is around 12 years old, and that's a revision of a game that has been around for much longer. Actress Again doesn't have any sort of grand prize pool or circuit or even particularly huge following. That being said, it's a wonderful game with tons of systems to learn about, characters to study, and music to appreciate. The art is phenomenal and the game oozes with a specific type of charm that no other game has been able to replicate for me. All in all, the game is the definition of a complete package. That being said, the concept of breaching a game with such a storied history and so many years of development is extremely daunting. Some people won't be down with investing into a game like that, and that's completely okay! That being said, from my perspective, that complexity and depth of potential interactions is what I find so appealing about the game. Most importantly, though, the game is just fun! The movement, the specials, and the general personality of the game blends together perfectly for me. Melty doesn't need some huge prize pool or multiple majors a year to be appealing. People still play the game today because it strikes a chord for them, and that's wonderful. What does how cool and awesome I think Melty is have to do with Street Fighter 6, though?

Here's the thing. To put this bluntly, you probably won't be the one new Street Fighter player to win the 1,000,000 dollars. As sad as that might sound, that's totally fine! Internalizing that fact is important, though. A common adage being used to describe the grind of Street Fighter 6 is that the game is "a marathon, not a sprint." That sounds like a cliché given how often this exact phrase has been thrown around, but I promise you, it's extremely apt. Street Fighter 6 will most likely end up being an absolutely fantastic game in the long run. The system mechanics clearly have room for several years of development and refinement from both the players and the developers, and the sheer amount of potential interactions when you consider the variety of options available to the cast is staggering. You should actually have fun exploring those options, though. Take your time. It's okay. A game like this releasing in such a complete state that has clearly been treated with love and respect deserves to be taken in and chipped away at in a healthy manner. Fighting games are about the process of working away at little things you'd like to improve on over time and constantly finding new avenues of thinking about the game. Given the proper mentality, gradual improvement can feel genuinely therapeutic. That joy is available to you, and you shouldn't squander it by rushing to become this nebulous ideal of a Capcom Cup Winner or some legendary super gamer who picked up SF6 and became some Street Fighter prodigy. When you don't meet those expectations for yourself, you'll feel disappointed, frustrated, angry, and a whole host of other negative emotions that should never be associated with a hobby that can be so invigorating. Think about Melty. There isn't some inherent stress or expectation to place on yourself when you play Melty. You're probably just playing the game because you find it fun. Why shouldn't that be the case with every fighting game you play?

To wrap up this definitely-way-too-long ramble in way less words than I used throughout the duration of this post and is definitely already obvious, play fighting games (for the right reasons.) Be kind to yourself. Relish the little moments of improvement from finding out a new matchup strategy or finally getting consistent at a combo or setup you've been struggling with. Don't let out of reach expectations get the better of you, and focus on simply enjoying the process. It can be difficult for sure! Frustration is inevitable, and sometimes you'll encounter aspects of the game that you just don't vibe with, but remind yourself to not let those thoughts color your perception of all you find fun about the game you're playing. This isn't just applicable to Street Fighter 6, either. Hell, this isn't even exclusive to fighting games, they're just the hobby I have the most personal experience with, and Street Fighter 6 happened to be a decent springboard for my thoughts. also please keep letting me hit you with Manon back heavy punch command grab pleaaseee <3

[omnidemidisaster]

Skid x Pump fluff

I love the idea of childhood lovers/young love so much its insane. BTW Skid and Pump will be aged up to 13, both for the fact I don't want 7/8 year olds being romantic and for plot reasons

"Have you ever kissed a guy?"

It was a typical Friday for Skid and Pump. It was the summer and every Friday they had sleepovers. It was the same since they were 7 and 8. It became traditional, in which they participated for years. This was just a normal Friday for the boys, just gaming and hanging out all night. The two boys were sitting on Skid's bed, playing a few rounds of super smash bros.

Pump was feeling off this time around. He felt...empty in a way. He didn't feel lonely physically, but he wanted something out of Skid.

"Hey, Skid?" Skid made a hum, making it known he's listening. "Can I ask you something after this round?" Pump asked, his thumb moving the control over a character. "Sure" The two boys played without issue, though Pump's heart was beating.

Once the round was over, Skid dropped his controller on the bed and looked at Pump. "So, what is it?" Skid's wide smile sent a small shiver down Pump's spine. "Uhm...so..this is gonna sound weird but.."

"Have you ever kissed a guy?"

Skid went wide eyed. He was prepared for any other question, but now this. "No, I haven't kissed anyone actually" Skid said, chuckling a little. "O-Oh. Me neither.." Pump said, confused on how to ask the other question he wanted to ask.

"Why do you ask?" Skid asked, genuinely a little curious. "I...uhm...I want...uhm.." Pump became to stammer, his palms heating up. "Do you wanna try kissing?" Skid asked, tilting his head slightly. "Uhm...yea.."

"Alright!" Skid exclaimed. Pump looked up at Skid, taken aback that he was actually into it. Skid put his and Pump's controller aside and moved closer to him. Skid put his pale hand against Pump's much more darker tan cheek. His other hand was beside Pump.

Pump hesitantly put his hand on Skid's upper back. Skid moved in, both him and Pump closing their eyes. Skid pressed his lips against Pump's gently. Pump moved Skid closer, Skid's other hand moved from the bed to Pump's other cheek.

It felt like there was a spark between the two boys. Skid briefly pulled away and leaned back in. If Pump's heart wasn't beating as fast before, it would be now. He thought he would get rejected, ridiculed, maybe even slapped. But he didn't expect to be full on kissed by his best friend and crush.

After a quick second, Skid pulled away. His hands still against Pump's cheeks, the color contrast popping. "Huh...so thats how it is to kiss someone" Skid thought out loud. "You've wondered that?" Pump asked, not wanting to admit to wondering the same.

"Of course!" Skid pulled away, but still close to Pump and looking down. "You know I read romance novels and watch those movies, I've always wondered how it feels. People say it feels magical but I kinda thought they exaggerated it" Skid looked back up at Pump, looking right in his hazel eyes.

"But I guess I was wrong. It truly did feel magical" He shot Pump a smile, Pump's face heating up. "We should kiss more often then..." Pump saying, really hoping that would be the case. "We should" Skid agreed, a comfortable silence flooding the room.

"So, shall we play another round?" Skid said, breaking the ice. "Sure!" Pump responded, reaching over to grab his controller back. Skid did get out of being right in front of Pump, but he was still closer than he was before.

Pump was just happy he finally got to kiss Skid, even if it was to 'try it out'. He wanted to do this for a while, basically ever since he found out he liked his best friend. Little did he know, Skid felt the same way.

[girl8890]

R Town | Ch.5

Jin x Juliet (FemOc)

2.0k

POV: Juliet

Warnings: Cheating (past tense), Using others for money.

Index | Ch.6

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"What do you mean I can't stay with you?" I yell and slam my hand against the side of a game machine in rage.

Jungkook makes a hissing noise, upset that I just smacked one of his precious babies. Un-fucking-believable. "Ease off the machine, Juliet. And why would I let you stay with me in the first place? It's not my fault he found out."

I can't believe this guy. He seriously isn't getting how he's affected this situation I'm in. J-hope found out I fucked him. How I'm not entirely sure, but I have my suspicions. Suga definitely got in J-hopes head, but I don't understand how he found out Jungkook, and I have been sleeping with each other.

I was wondering when the marriage between the two of us would end, anyways. I never married the guy, thinking I would be with him forever. I was just going to stay with him until another person with more money came along.

So, our marriage was bound to come to an end, but I thought as long as I had someone like Jungkook in my back pocket, I would be alright. He is the second richest man in town. Sadly, the richest man likes dick too much for me to try and seduce him. I went for Jungkook as my next victim for my "fuck whoever and get rich" plan. I've been fucking this guy for over a year now, so why doesn't he just let me stay with him?

"Why not, you ask? How about the fact that I've been fucking you for the past year! Isn't that a good enough reason to let me stay? You clearly like what I can give," I say the last sentence with the intention of flirting with him. I sway my hips, and I find it weird that his eyes didn't cast down at them like I thought they would. He's clearly not seeing that I'm trying to make him imagine what it would be like to have me here, basically on my knees, ready to be fucked by him whenever.

Jungkook just continues to look at me with an unimpressed expression, and it's really starting to piss me off. Instead of letting my anger show on my face, I gain a bright smile and raise my eyebrow in question.

"Juliet, I'm not stupid." My smile falls quick. "I know your not here because you want to be with me or actually want me to have sex with you. Honestly, I never wanted to be with you from the start. You just came in here willing, and I was horny enough to let you do what you wanted."

Flashbacks from the first day I propositioned Jungkook flash before my eyes. Me hearing from one of my friends that he's been making big money with his store. I took my shot and waltzed in the door, wearing a tight, short, and almost see-through dress on. It was really easy to seduce this nerd after that, and it helped that he was actually attractive. I thought I made him fall in love at first sight or some cheesy shit like that... I guess I was wrong.

"Well, fuck you then Jungkook! I thought you liked me!"

Jungkook rolls his eyes. "I liked what you were willing to give me. But unlike your husband, I'm not stupid."

Jungkook's cocky smile makes me want to punch him square in the face. Ruin that sexy face for all time, so no girl would ever want to fuck him again. "You know what, I didn't like you either! You really thought I wanted to sleep with you all this time?"

"No, I didn't. That why I said-"

"Shut the fuck up and listen. All I wanted was your money. But looking around." I look around the empty store. "Seems like there's no money coming in anyway. I should of stopped fucking you a long time ago." With those last words, I speed walk out the door.

I hear Jungkook laugh behind me, but I don't give him the satisfaction of seeing how this actually hurts. It hurts because I tried so hard to make him like me, but instead, he saw through all my plans the entire time. I feel like such an idiot. I feel used.

I know, I know. A taste of my own medicine, right? Whatever.

I got no time for this bullshit. I have to find somewhere to stay and fast. I look at my boxes and bags on the curb and sigh. The sad thing is I spent all money I had - the last bit of money J-hope gave me before kicking me out - yesterday on drinks for my friends and me.

When I think about my friends, I debate asking any of them for help. I try never to judge people, especially since my plan on how to live and make money isn't exactly the favorite among people, but most of my friends' lives are crazy.

My one friend Tylor is the most caring person you'll ever meet, but once someone finds out about what he does for a living, they act like they don't know him. Tylor's a prostitute for men. He works at the abandoned building right next to where I am now. Using it like everyone else who's currently in the building, as a whore house. Those rumors of me living with a prostitute would ruin me.

I then think about my one friend Lexi, and it's an automatic no. I understand why no one wants to be her friend. The only reason I'm her friend is that she pays for food and drinks 90% of the time. The rich blonde knows how to handle her money, but I guess you have to when you work as a secretary for Taehyung Kim.

Lexi is also the most judgemental person on the planet. If I ask her to stay at her place, there's no way she won't be judging every little thing I've done and do. Nonetheless, tell everyone about it too. Yup, Lexi is a no-go.

Then... there's Jin. I rather not get into him and I's relationship, and there's no way I'm asking him if I can stay at his place for a while. Then I'll have to explain why I got kicked out of J-hope's, and I don't want him to know what I've been doing regarding my marriage and the affairs.

I sigh once more, then glance at the building where undoubtedly Tylor is currently at. I guess my options are slim, and the other two options are a no-go at this point.

I start piling up my bags on my wrists and the boxes in my hands. It takes a bit of maneuvering, but I somehow am able to grab everything at once. But these bitches are heavy!

As I'm passing the threshold of Jungkook's property to the abandoned buildings, I hear someone whistle from my right. I roll my eyes and glance at the cat caller. I stop in my tracks, though, and I see my brown-headed, injected lip filler friend Tylor.

"Hey there, doll face. What's with the boxes? You taking a trip to Aruba, or something."

I walk over to Tylor and drop the heavy boxes right at my feet. "Yeah, or something." Tylor makes a pained face and hisses. Knowing that 'or something' means bad news. "J-hope kicked me out."

"Ouch. That is a 'or something.' He realize you taking all his money doesn't mean you love him?"

I gasp at Tylors insult, even though it's true. "I so did love him."

"Sure, honey. And I love every guy who comes into this building to fuck me."

When I look at said building, it's then that I see a big fat sign plastered on the door. It reads: Do Not Enter. Property of Lee Enterprises.

When I'm done reading the new sign, I hear Tylor's lighter flick. He lights a cigarette and blows some smoke up into the clouds after inhaling the cancer stick, then looks at the sign I was just reading. "Yup. Seems someone is finally buying this crap house of a building."

"Someone we know?"

"Nah. Outsiders." Just the word 'outsiders' makes me cringe. There all always the same. Coming to this town thinking they can find or build something special. When they realize it's a dead-end town, with no chance of anyone's dreams coming true in it, they sell their building to Taehyung and then book it within a month. Tylor sees my obvious annoyance at finding out an outsider is coming to our town, but then he tells me, "I had the same reaction, girl. Until I found out there making this junk pile into a Sex and Strip club."

My eyes widen in surprise. "Your talking an actual, legal sex club? With prostitutes, poll dancers. and all?"

"Yup. There hiring now." Tylor points with his cigarette between his fingers at the phone number underneath the sign that I didn't realize was there before. "I called them up the second I got here and saw the 'Do Not Enter' sign. Got the job on the spot after I told the guy I was already working as a whore in this exact building."

What the fuck.

"What the fuck."

Tylor laughs with a lung full of smoke at my response, but it really is a big what the fuck kind of deal. Then I realized the obvious, "Was it a man who answered the phone?"

"Correct again. He sounded sexy to be honest. His names Felix. You should call 'im."

I laugh even though what he said is not at all funny. "Me? A prostitute? No thank you. I survived this long without spreading my legs-"

"Don't even go there, sweet cheeks. You spread your legs for money. You just don't get the money until you marry them."

I roll my eyes, although once again, he is kinda correct with this notion. I just can't see myself fucking some guy, taking his money, then probably never seeing him again. I want to feel loved when I have sex with someone, even if I don't love them or it's not real on their part either (at least not 100%, but I'm okay with at least 50% fake love). Is it too much to ask to want to be loved? "Whatever," I say instead of any of this.

"Think about it." Tylor Inhales his cigarette one last time, then stubs it out against the fence he was leaning on. He steps closer to me and then confirms, "I'm guessing your coming to ask for a place to crash then."

"Is it that obvious?"

"Little bit, but I don't allow free loaders. You know this. I would really think about giving that number a call. Even if you don't want to be a part of the 'sex' you can always be a part of the 'strip.'"

We both laugh at his idea of a joke, but that sounds more promising to my ears than being a prostitute- even if it is legal in our state as long as the guidelines are met within the business.

I stare at the phone number on the sign and think, what else do I have to lose? It's not like I have any options here. I don't want to be like that one runaway outsider that came into R Town a few months ago. Last I heard, he's living behind a dumpster. Yeah, no. That's not for me.

I guess this is the only option I have right now. Anything to survive, I guess.

"Fuck it," I say. Then I call the number.

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Index | Ch.6 (TAEHYUNG)

Ending Notes: I know this chapter is kinda short, but I felt this part of the book needed to be in Juliet's POV. I wanted to give her a chapter right at the beginning anyways, to give her life some perspective, especially for later.

Does anyone else feel like they can see Maddie from Euphoria in this as Juliet? I don't know if I'm just being biased because it's my book, but I really feel Juliet is one of my closest characters to the original personalities I was making her similar to.

[jodiebrifman65]

Let Your Kids Play With [Toy] Guns

Kids beloved each the look of this water blaster and the accuracy of purpose they had been in a position to realize. Like the X-Shot Epic Fast Fill, this soaker has the flip-back fast-fill characteristic that permits children to refill their water guns inside seconds. This blaster holds 24 ounces in its water tank and doesn’t have the dial function that enables children to decide on their water stream. While some could want this pared-down model, it was too similar to the Epic, so it actually just felt prefer it was living within the shadow of a much cooler model. A veritable water cannon in a kids’ toy, that is essentially the most highly effective water gun we tried. Holding sixty five ounces of water, this water blaster really goes the gap, making it a wonderful choice for severe play. It also shot so far beyond our 30-foot threshold that we actually don’t understand how far the stream is. Suffice to say, it’s epic! While this wasn’t our favourite when it got here to working around, it was a winner when it came to extra tactical water wars.

What animal is it named after? The Bronto Skylift is a reasonably uncommon hearth apparatus and would solely see use in larger cities. The huge hydraulic ladder rig can attain the top of a skyscraper to evacuate people in an emergency. In response to the NFPA, the cost of fires within the US was $328.5 billion in 2014 if you take under consideration both expenditures in dealing with the fireplace and the loss due to the destruction the fires prompted. That's 1.9% of America's gross domestic product! America's first official hearth department was founded January 27, 1678, in Boston. This was six years after the governor took the time to ban people from having wood chimneys and thatched roofs which had been unimaginable fire hazards. The deluge gun is named a deck gun, a fireplace monitor and even a grasp stream. Firefighting boats can even have these impressive cannons mounted on them and they will hearth upward of 1,000 to 2,000 gallons of water per minute. NFPA standards describe seven types of hearth apparatus which include Pumper Fire Apparatus, Initial Attack Apparatus, Mobile Water Supply Apparatus, Aerial Apparatus, Quint Fire Apparatus, Special Service hearth apparatus and Mobile Foam fireplace apparatus. According to the NFPA, 35,320,000 calls were positioned to hearth departments in 2016. 1.Three million were for fires while over 22 million required medical help. Compare that to 1980, when there have been simply over 10 million calls however 3 million fires. There were 55, 835 injuries during the road of duty in 2017 for firefighters. 62, 085 in 2016 which is actually some decent progress total for a very harmful line of labor.

The looks difference is necessary. You won't always be along with your children at their mates' or kin' homes. You need your youngster to have the ability to see an actual gun, go away it alone and get an grownup. You want them to resist the urge to touch an actual gun if one is omitted in a house. They should know what's and isn't a play Orbi Gun. You can not at all times belief friends' houses to be secure. After all, we expect proper gun storage to be a prime priority for all. But you cannot guarantee it is so your child needs to be ready to witness an actual gun. 2- Let your youngster play in an organized vogue with guidelines with toy guns. If you cannot shake your youngster of their curiosity in guns educate them guidelines for secure play. We permit Nerf gun games within the yard.

Graveyard Fence - The original cemetery fence with pictures courtesy of Screamin' Scott Urination usually occurs outdoors of the litter tray Absence of different medical disorders Spirits In the Trees how-to Drop Panel 3-Axis Skull Columns Barrel Pop-Up

It's a lot to absorb. Should you assume you have got what it takes to go toe-to-toe with a firefighter, not less than in terms of information, then get your gear on and take our quiz! What does it imply if a hearth hose is charged? It's pressurized and ready for use. It's been safely stored away. It's been pulled for security causes. A hose needs to be pressurized earlier than it can be utilized. Once the road is connected to the pump at the engine, it will be pressurized and the road will visibly expand as it fills with water. Once charged, a line could be very hard to handle because the pressure might be quite excessive. What is the term to explain how they're presupposed to handle issues? Two-in two-out is actually just a buddy system that firefighters are required to adhere to. Two firefighters ought to enter a dangerous situation collectively so that nobody is ever alone while two extra stay out in case the primary two need assistance.

Of the 1.3 million fires responded to in 2017, 72% of them have been house fires. Those resulted in about 3,400 deaths. An airport crash tender is a specific hearth apparatus meant to deal with the distinctive challenges of airport fires. They're fast, they've a big water capacity and they can handle rougher terrain if they need to leave the runway. Smokejumpers do the incredibly harmful job of parachuting into distant wilderness areas where typical firefighting equipment cannot reach to battle a fire. This can obviously be a very harmful job, and it requires intensive coaching. FM-200 is a halocarbon chemical hearth suppressant. 27% of all firefighters are between 30 and 39 making them the majority in America. To catch hold of individuals in need of rescue. To drag open home windows. If a firefighter wanted to access a window from an alley the place a truck couldn't attain, a hook ladder could be hooked onto a windowsill and climbed up.

[thehitchhikerguide]

Season 2, Episode 2: Remembering Melody

Well they can't all be gems. Sometimes you just need to slog through episodes to get to the good ones. But this one wasn't without its merits.

We start with the protagonist, not driving, but biking?

Wow what a nerd. There wasn't anyone really notable in this episode. Susan Blakely plays the titular "Melody" in this episode and while it looks like she's steadily done a lot of TV, I didn't really recognize her in anything. David Dukes who plays biker lawyer here, also had done some TV shows in the 1990s but wasn't too big a star either. That's okay, I'm not here for the stars. I'm here for...

Yeah that guy. Wow, he's in the crowd with all the extras. This is what they are all looking at:

Woah! Did anyone get a good look at the driver?

Well what do you know, The Hitchhiker predicted self-driving cars. This must have been one of the early models that ran down pedestrians.

Here is a rare exchange with the Hitchhiker. Instead of being berated by the main character, he appreciates that he helps him up after the accident. The Hitchhiker informs Ted, our free-wheeling lawyer character, that there was no driver for that car. Ted doesn't buy it and goes off to figure out who to sue for this.

It was pretty funny to me that the Hitchhiker suddenly breaks the fourth wall here while extras are still milling about behind him. I was hoping one of them would ask him who he is talking to. We learn that Ted Miller thinks he knows who he is and where he wants to be so he races to grab the golden ring. But as fast as Ted is pedaling, he can't escape his past. Or a speeding car it would seem.

When Ted gets back to his apartment, I notice something on the screen.

Hold the phone! The source material is written by the Game of Thrones writer himself? I had to check this out and so I read the short story this was based on. They definitely changed a bunch of things although I suppose the main points are there. In the story, Melody is presented as a pretty needy and selfish person from this guy's past where in the show, Melody was someone who supported him and his roommates financially and took care of them and now just needs help. They had to fit this guy into the mold of a Hitchhiker type villain I guess. One thing that remains the same in both is there were four roommates, with Michael and Anne rounding out the family. They all made a sacred promise to each other they would always be there for one another.

Ted works with his girlfriend Jill at the law firm. She is presented as pretty mean in this, but in the story she was actually much more sympathetic to him and Melody.

We get an interesting shot of Ted as he's trying to recover from almost getting killed.

Nah you can't see anything.

He hears someone at the door but when he looks through the peephole...

There is no one there. But then when he opens the door...

Melody!

This episode is a bit on the slow side, probably because the source material is mostly conversational. We get her sob story about why she needs a place to stay. We see him being annoyed that she needs help. There is a lot of conversation between them about the life they had and the promises...bla bla bla.

Back at the office Ted goes into the hell elevator from Angel Heart.

It starts plummeting for no reason...until it stops. Wow what a day this guy is having.

After failing at work, he goes back home. Suddenly this happens...

These love scenes are not in the story, this is purely for HBO.

They fight because Ted doesn't want to help her even though he promised. He's not a hippie anymore, he's a yuppy! She mentions that two years ago on this day she sent him a telegram that said "There will never be any other way." Huh, I wonder what she means by that.

Ted seems upset by all this so escapes to Jill's where he has a disturbing dream. He realizes he needs to go back to his apartment to find Melody.

Great now it's Poltergeist III with the wind blowing through the apartment.

Melody gets naked and walks out the door, but seems to just fade away.

Ted returns to see his apartment trashed.

Wow it looks like the apocalypse in here.

He checks the bathroom...

That's actually a pretty cool visual. The words "Something to remember me by" is written in blood on the mirror. This is a line taken from the short story, although it wasn't quite that horrifying. As you can imagine he freaks out, but Jill comes just in time to calm him down.

After she hugs him, the apartment looks back to normal. But what about the lady in the tub?

Oh she was just screwing with his head the whole time. The car, the elevator, the blood. But what's this?

Jill finds Melody's obituary. Who put that there? Apparently she's been dead for two whole years! Realizing what Melody, or at least the ghost of Melody has been doing causes Ted to call their old friend Anne to warn her.

But instead, it's Melody on the other line. She has plans for all of them. But what? It's never mentioned.

I have to say, the ending on this is pretty tame. Did I say tame? I meant lame. This guy doesn't get any horrible ending except the feel of his own guilt and nothing even explodes.

The closing shot of the Hitchhiker leaving the apartment building lets us know that Ted made promises out of convenience and out of guilt, but when he broke the promise of innocence, he betrayed not only another but himself as well. Yeah and he also betrayed his girlfriend by having sex with a ghost. Don't forget that part.

The Hitchhiker looks up at the apartment here and this made me wonder for a second...

Was he Melody? Was he taking the form of her just to mess with him because he never thanked him for helping him up after the accident? Does the Hitchhiker possess powers like this?

I guess we will never really know. This episode...meh. I'm hoping the next one picks up a bit and gives me more than these weepy scenes.

[jsms01]

My 10 Hacks for Maximum Productivity

“How do you stay on track?” “How do you stay focused and productive?” “How do you get so much done?” These are questions I get asked regularly — from friends, my team members, people at the gym, and clients. While I love to be spontaneous and flexible, when it comes to productivity, the name of the game for me is routine and having a plan. For me, it all boils down to 10 simple steps. And it WORKS. Ok, you may be wondering… why is this weight loss guru talking about productivity? Well, when you think about it, they are actually quite similar! When I’m asked, “How do you help people lose weight and keep it off?” the answer is, “I developed a specific methodology.” It’s not luck, or a shot in the dark, or a mystery. The secret here is that there is no secret. There’s a science. A process. Weight loss and productivity have many parallels. That’s why I thought you’d love to learn about my proven 10-step productivity system… because it will help you in your own life (and likely in your weight loss, too). My 10 hacks for maximum productivity: 1. A Morning Routine with 3 M’s Perhaps the most important element of a productive day is your morning routine. For years, I heard this from many experts, but didn’t take it seriously. Here’s what my days used to look like: Within 5 minutes of waking, I would jump on my computer and start working. “Seize the day!” I’d say, as I sat in that same spot from 6am until my body started to doze off around 11 at night. I THOUGHT that this is what being productive meant. Work. Work. Work. But the truth was… I was not being productive or proactive; I was being reactive. My mind was never clear. I was constantly jumping from one thing to another. My brain was pretty much in crisis mode, alway looking for what had to be done next. Because of this, even though I was doing a lot, I never actually felt accomplished. I always felt like I was a step behind, trying to keep up, playing catch up. It was like playing a game of whack-a-mole all day long! Starting my day in this headspace was detrimental to the quality of my work, my health, and the quality of my life. Then I FINALLY realized that… The brain is at its highest operating power in the morning… and I was giving all of that energy to everyone else’s tasks! That’s when I started taking control of my mornings with a clear routine. So now this is what I do. The recipe for my morning routine essentially has 3 ingredients, what I call the 3 M’s of the morning: Mindset, Movement and Mojo. Mindset: I start the morning with a time for meditation, prayer and journaling — anywhere from 10 to 30 minutes. The key is to get me to a state of peace and gratitude so that everything that flows out of me, comes from a grounded place. A place of peace. Without this step, I fall into old frazzled habits. Movement: I typically do my “Morning Metabolism Hack” which is a quick run to the coffee shop (more on that in this post), or it might be five minutes of body movement exercises (like push-ups, jumping jacks, and squats), or a few minutes flowing through my favorite yoga poses (like downward facing dog and cobra pose). Mojo: I find my mojo once I have my PFC-balanced breakfast, supplements and coffee! Breakfast is usually a smoothie because I can make this really fast, and I don’t usually feel like eating a big meal when I wake up, AND I can jam-pack it with tons of supplements and nutrition that fuel my body and brain for the day—like Glutapowder Redefined, Multipowder Redefined and Fruits & Greens Redefined. Mornings don’t have to be rough. I now enjoy my mornings more than ever. This short routine generates momentum, and makes me feel like I’ve already won the day! 2. I make my bed. This one is simple. Right when I wake up, I make my bed. It gives me a sense of accomplishment right away, which has a ripple effect on the rest of my day. There may actually be scientific reasons for how this works, but for me personally, I notice that when I make my bed it sets me up for a day of accomplishing things. And because I work from home, for me to be able to focus, my space needs to be tidy. So this is an easy win-win to kick off the day. 3. I declutter. On the regular. And I think this goes beyond the simple fact that I normally work from home and like a clean space. I think decluttering my space also declutters my brain. So, I’ve been working really hard at leading more of a minimalist lifestyle, getting rid of clutter and extra stuff, and the more I move toward that, the more freedom I find. Full disclosure: This has been something that’s been super challenging for me. I was raised to be very resourceful (we got our clothing from garage sales, never threw anything out, and didn’t waste anything). This is probably why it’s been hard for me to get rid of stuff. I’ve realized that having extra, unnecessary, unused things occupies energy and space in my mind. Abiding by the rule “If it’s not beautiful, you don’t love it, or haven’t used it in a year, it goes” makes it super simple. It also means less stuff to take care of, and less decisions to make. That’s why, for instance, when I speak, you’ll see me wearing the same blue dress just about every time. When I’m preparing for a big speech, the last thing I want to do is waste precious brain space and mental energy trying on dresses or rummaging through my closet. I feel great in the blue one, so that’s the one I rock. Just about every time. 4. I put limits on social media. I have an urge to check my phone right when I wake up, but I’ve made a huge effort to put this to a halt, and instead go into the first M of my morning routine (mindset). I don’t want the first things to enter my brain to be other people’s lives or what’s happening in the world. So, I save my brain space for my own tasks and projects, and I set aside time later in the day to check and post on social media. I also schedule some of my posts so that some days I can take a social media hiatus (you’ll notice my posts aren’t always in the evenings). 5. I plan my day. By deciding what’s most important, organizing and preparing for the day, you can easily make your way through the day knowing what to focus on. At the end of every day (or after my last work task of the day), I regroup, cross off everything I did, and organize my priorities for the next day by creating a “Tomorrow List.” Then the next morning, I revisit this list to plan out my day. Planning your day allows you to proactively choose where to focus. As I’m planning, I make note of the projects I need to work on, and I write out a to-do list on paper so I can cross out items as I get them done. This gives me a great sense of accomplishment! During this planning time, I also make sure to schedule in a workout if it’s a day where my body feels up for it (read this post for more on my workouts). I have my calendar set so that no calls are scheduled before 10am, because the morning is my most productive time, and I want it dedicated to my own projects and program development—not someone else’s (it’s okay to be selfish with your time!). This entire planning process takes less than 5 minutes (some at the end of the day and some at the start of the next day). 6. Do the dreaded thing first. Have you heard the term “eat the frog”? It comes from Brian Tracy, author of “Eat the Frog,” and he bases his morning philosophy off of a quote from Mark Twain: “If the first thing you do each morning is to eat a live frog, you can go through the day with the satisfaction of knowing that that is probably the worst thing that is going to happen to you all day long.” The “frog” he refers to is your most important task—the one you’re dreading the most because it’s so huge and important. (You know what I’m talking about. Ever had that task sit at the top of your to-do list for days… maybe even weeks? And you find that it never seems to get done!? I sure have.) Creating the habit to do your biggest task first can give you a huge boost of accomplishment first thing, AND it gets it done! Putting off tough tasks until the end of the day makes it so much harder because we have a much lower brain capacity. Get it out of the way and move on! I’ve referred to brain capacity a couple of times already in this post, so let me expand on it now: It’s all about managing your energy. Just like it’s important to manage your time, you need to manage your energy. We (ideally after a good night’s sleep!) start with our energy up, and it drains gradually throughout the day. Think of the brain like a muscle: just like any other muscle it gets fatigued the more you use it. So, as the day goes on, it wears out, until you let it rest and recover for a night. Then, when you wake up after a restful night, it is refreshed, sharp and ready to use again! My biggest downfall (maybe yours too?) is giving away my energy to help other people get their work done (email, calls, etc). That’s why, when I plan my day, I aim to tackle one of my biggest projects first thing. When you start with a big task (“frog)”, it’s easier to do it, and then the rest of your day looks pretty awesome by comparison. It’s most productive to get an hour or more of work done on one of your frogs that takes a lot of focus, will and determination to complete before “the rest of the world” gets into your day. 7. I stay ahead of my inbox. And, I also limit my time in there. I’ve notice that it’s so easy to get wrapped up in an overflowing inbox. Before I know it, hours have passed! So, I try to limit my time to 15 minutes in there in the morning. Because I have a team of many people, I do need to check my inbox in the morning to give direction, and answer quick questions so things can get done. My solution is to set a timer to hold me accountable to my 15 minute limit. A key hack I learned from a friend that has been a total game changer for me is to keep my inbox to ZERO (another thing that makes me feel accomplished!!!). I created an Action folder, so anything that will take me longer than 2 minutes to respond to, or that I can’t delegate to someone else, is moved there. This makes it easy for me to spend 15-20 minutes in my inbox and get through everything. Then I block out time on my schedule later to get through the Action folder emails. 8. I use blue light blocking goggles. There are all sorts of apps to block out blue light to promote restful sleep (blue light has a negative effect on your sleep), but the most effective option is these sexy goggles. They help to filter out the blue light emitted by screens as the day goes on. I find it helpful to wear these nerdy blue light blocking goggles to help me wind down and prep for sleeping. Also, the iPhone has a built in “Night Shift” option (look in your settings). 9. Power Hours. Power hours are dedicated time to focus on a specific task or project, and get it done. My friend Stacie told me about these. I do these throughout the day, but also if I have a free evening or on a weekend or vacation if I just want to crank out some work really quick and move on, I’ll set my Be Focused PRO app for 60 minutes, turn on Brain FM and crank it out. 10. I delegate. This concept has been key to not only help me be more productive with my time, but also (and perhaps most importantly), has allowed me to live a more balanced life (and practice what I preach!). By giving certain tasks away to my team members, I can use my energy for projects that demand more of my attention, and not spend time on ones that don’t. Often I am asked, “How do you do it all?” And the answer is, I DON’T. While the brand “Redefined Weight Loss” may appear to be just me, that’s not even close to the truth. We have an amazing team of full time staff members from our operations manager to customer support to dietitians to graphic design, IT, and finance. It took me too long to learn the importance of delegating but once I began reaping the benefits, it became one of my most favorite things to do. 🙂 Since brain capacity is NOT an unlimited resource, delegating allows me to use mine for what matters most. This can apply to anything in life. Find the tasks that aren’t important for you to do, and practicing giving some of those away! Click here to download my free 1-page PDF that I used to develop my morning routine!

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[thegeminisage]

major spoilers

working my way towards the forgotten temple and found a well that went all the way to the depths...girl help idw to do this again so soon 😭

unfortunately i feel compelled

at least there's a lightroot right off the bat. thank god

amazing how you can see across half the map btw. like theres shit lit up literally that far away from me but i can see it from here

gloom chest??

GLOOM MOLDUGA HELLOOOOO

no ugh wait its just that water temple boss nooooo

FINALLY got it. that took for fucking EVERRR

there better be something real fuckin good in this chest.

YOOOOO a huge crystalized charge........worth 100, so another energy well basically. i wanted armor but ill take it lol

got pulverized by a monster camp. this is why i never engage them lol i have less than half my hearts remaining

i'm right under the forgotten temple!! pleeeease let there be something cool here.........

"cliff bargainer statue" i don't fucking see it

oh. that can't be it. that's so...big

girl help how do i get it to bargain?? it's creepy also

i climed it to the top and i started getting mist like in the lost woods...i'm on top of a giant statue on top of a huge mountain, am i too close to the "ceiling"? i wonder what happens when you get too high? i'm not patient enough to find out for myself but i eagerly await the youtube videos in my future

oh!!! you can buy one of a kind items from the statues now...if i broke biggoron's sword or for some reason sold oot link's tunic, i could purchase another. thank goodness lol

OH I WENT ON TOP OF HIS HEAD AND I DID FIND THE CEILING.........

too bad i can't ascend thru it lol

since i was so high up, i easily scored another lightroot that would have been hugely difficult to get otherwise

im fast traveling back to the forgotten temple since thats where i was going anyway. theres only so much of the depths a girl can take lol

god i'm so low on food i need to stop and cook and also to unlock more great fairies augh

i read somewhere the game gets harder w every temple, and here i am still wearing level 2 armor...

wait...this room behind the toppled goddess statue...THIS IS SONIA'S GRAVE HOLY SHIT

I DIDN'T RECOGNIZE IT THE LAST TIME I WAS HERE...i hadn't seen it in cutscenes yet...man, 10k years later...that's fucking insane

it's also weird that there are supposedly 12 dragon tears and only 11 on this map...i bet the last one is hidden somehow and it's gonna fuck me up

oh!!! i can see a great fairy from here...i probably can't help her without doing the quest though :/

well, at least i can go find the stable/shrine and make a fast travel point lol

i see a dragon that i THOUGHT was naydra...but it's too...gold?? i zoomed in on it and that's definitely not naydra

Is That Zelda.

CAMERA SAYS LIGHT DRAGON IS THAT ZELDA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GIRL COME BACK I AM DOWN HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!

i can't get to her...whaatatata the ffucckckc

oh my GODDDD GIRL COME BACK.........................

even if i fast traveled somewhere high enough that i could reach her...wouldn't she despawn...?

worth a shot i guess

SHES STILL HERE AND MY MASTER SWORD QUEST MARKER IS THERE

GIRL I AM COMING TO FIND YOU

actually lmao i dont have enough stamina potions for this sob

wait wait she's headed towards the forest so maybe if i come AT her instead of chasing her.......

YES YES YES I STILL SEE HER GIRL I AM COMING TO FIND YOU

i l

i landed on her. oh my god

i'm choked up. girl WAKE UP.......

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

i tried to grab it which obviously hurt her!!! and i have to! have! enough stamina!!!!!!!

WHAT IF I NEVER FIND HER AGAIN

i hate to leave her like this. i'm distraught!!!!!!!!!!

[dailytelegraphnewstodaysblog]

Points in What to Find in an Airsoft Weapon

Here are some basic tips about choosing an airsoft gun that is befitting you. A lot of these reasons will depend on what a person's uses of the airsoft rifle or hand gun will be. Some people are searching for a gun exclusively for their own amusement among others will be using their own in competitions, thus there is a more stringent set of guidelines they can should follow. Even so the tips below work better main things that any kind of consumer should seek out in a quality rifle made for this activity. https://www.dailytelegraphnewstoday.com/

Tip # 1: Make sure the airsoft gun is made along with as much metal as it can be.

Most stores we have walked towards that are selling those guns have a divider full of fancy searching AK 47s, M16s, and sniper guns. But you really need to appear past all of that sparkly plastic and see what exactly really made of alloy. If you are on a funding, than you don't need to obtain a rifle that is thoroughly metal, but ensure that at least the gear proverbial box is not plastic. Your plastic gearbox definitely will break down quickly eventually and is not close to as reliable being metal one. Moreover, some parts might sound fine that they are cheap, but when you are jogging across the field in the course of a game and tumble your rifle one doesn't want all of those naff parts breaking from.

Tip # 3: Buy an AEG and not a gas-powered gun if it'll be used outside inside the cold.

CO2 driven guns and alternative gas guns can pack a push. And for a pistol there is nothing better than propane gas power, but you probably know that cold being an adverse effect on such gas canisters, which are notorious for no longer working well in close freezing weather. Right now, if you live in Georgia then this should possibly not be much issues, but it's a factor that needs to be pointed out prior to deciding to make your decision.

Word of advice # 3: Always make sure the batter can be powerful enough.

Sadly ,, there are airsoft marker manufacturers that are intentionally selling guns by using batteries so fragile they are not effective enough to keep pushing and pulling that spring spine for every shot. Eventually this will wear down your battery even quicker and even cause a couple misfires now and then. It's adviseable to make sure your battery power is big sufficient to be able to last anyone an entire game and not stop to replace that. Of course, you can at all times carry a online backup battery in your bank account, but read up on a lot of reviews of the pistol you are looking at to make sure the application comes with a sufficient battery pack.

Tip # 5: Never remove this orange tip in the final analysis of the barrel.

I actually k now it truly is tempting to get rid of of which bright orange trick on your gun, nevertheless it really is actually against the law to cut out it or application over it. For the reason that a bystander maybe a police officer cannot enlighten if it is a real attack rifle or not really. After all, these airsoft rifles are accurate replicas of the actual thing, and it would likely only be a smart idea to make sure they endured out as leisurely guns and not a thing more. This isn't a legitimate tip in finding a gun, but it do need to be mentioned.

Trick # 5: Seek out the FPS report on the box.

A good cheaper quality weapon will never really advertize how fast this shoots. The FRAMES PER SECOND stands for Feet For Second, and the excessive the number the a lot quicker it will shoot a 6mm BBs. Designed for recreational use, you'll want to look for something like 215 to 300 FRAMES PER SECOND, and if you are an important airsoft enthusiast you can get yourself something more like three to 450 FRAMES PER SECOND. No matter how wonderful the gun appears to be you should check for this particular number, and then get hold of a chronograph so you can test drive it out at home.

[nitannichionne]

Superman: Rise of Isis (Henry Cavill/Superman Fanfic) Chapter 26: To Sedona (FLASH POV)

FLASH POV

Looking around the Flying Fox, Batman's aircraft, made me feel like a kid in a candy store. So much I wanted to look at and touch, but not really allowed to. I read the hell out of everything though.

I see smaller craft, too. There was a small jet, a few motorcycles that looked like they were on steroids and a small but equally jacked up race boat. I already knew none of this was for me. I'm fast on my own, right? Still, I'd like toys to play with sometime.

I stand in the cockpit, marveling the tech as the Fox rises over Grand Canyon. For some reason they almost look like they belong together in the mists and shadows. Cyborg is steering the ship from the co-pilot's chair as it slowly moves over the majesty and begins its journey to Sedona. Batman is doing some sort of check. I can see graphics of different craft on board coming up on his screen.

"It is too quiet." 

I look over to see Isis standing behind Batman's pilot seat, gently grasping the leather back of it. She stares ahead. "I can feel him...and others."

Cyborg and Batman share a glance and nod. 

"We're ready," Batman growls. "We will get you to your temple." 

The canyon and greenery suddenly turns into desert and tumbleweeds, completely flat land.  It looks like it stretches forever, but then I find relief in that. Away from the roads now there is barely life in sight. The next thing I see is a city and airport and Batman shoots past.

"Got to get away from people," he mutters, taking a decisive turn deeper into the desert. 

I got it. He was setting the battlefield.

It felt like the calm before the storm, my heart starts pumping, and then, it happens. A visual pops up on the screen.

"Aircraft closing in fast," Cyborg reports from the co-pilot's seat.

"Is that Australian?"  I ask, looking at it.

"It's Lex Luthor's, according to my intel," Batman rises and Cyborg takes the chair. "called the Lexwing. Vince?"

"All craft are in bays and ready," Cyborg nods.

"Let's go." 

We get to the bays just in time to see a screen pop up and watch the Lexwing fall out of the sky and in pursuit. Shots are fired, but our forcefields absorb the blows without incident.

"Taking fire at the stern," Cyborg reports over the intercom. "Returning fire in five...." 

"To the transports!" Batman roars. 

"Four..."

I watch Isis, Superman and the Green Guy stand at the bay doors, ready to fly. Batman is on a mortorcycle, but he's got a pack on his back.

"Three...." 

 Wonder Woman swings onto her motorcycle which also has a spot for her sword and shield, and Aquaman swings on one as well. I notice how different his is. 

"Two." 

It even has a holding mechanism for his staff. I want to see what that does.

"Come on, Kid, save your strength," Aquaman nods.

"One." 

I speed to the cycle and get on. 

"Opening hatch. Good luck."

Isis and Superman take off first, then Green Lantern. All wheels are on the ground now, heading through unpopulated desert toward Sedona.  I look back to the Lexwing in pursuit and then its ramp opened.  Deathstroke hits the ground riding on a motorcycle in lead of some sort of army and I catch a glimpse of Batman slowing down to let him catch him. The two play the wildest game of chicken I ever saw, daring each other to come closer to collision with each other and anything else that lay in their path, including soldiers which came out of the Lexwing on wheels, each bike having two men. The back ones were dangerous, diving and firing at us. 

I get excited. This is when I get to see the old man work. 

Batman is trying to get to Deathstroke, but this small armada keeps getting in his way. The first cycle was simple; an actual lance shot out from the bike simply flipping it and its passengers. The second bike that engaged him he threw some sort of spikes in their path that exploded on contact, ripping the wheels to shreds no matter what they were made of.  Others try to tail, but he's going fast, even for him. 

"Hold this!" Aquaman yells, and joins the battle, positioned behind Batman. 

I give a cry of excitement. "I'm driving a Batcycle!" I breathe. I turn around to watch the mix up. Water might be Aquaman's thing, but he can fight, leaving Lex's soldiers to either face off against him or swerve around and avoid him. Batman keeps moving forward as he chases the metal guy. Where is he going?

Aquaman looks past me and frowns. He fights his way to me, and gets on the front of the cycle again. 

"Kal!" Isis cries.

I look up and see Superman and Sethos fighting, exchanging blows and rolling in the air. It looks like Deathstroke could try to join the fray. That looks like a jetpack he's got on his back!

Suddenly out of nowhere I see a woman appear. I swallow hard, realizing she teleported.

"Circe!" Wonder Woman cries out angrily. Apparently they have a past.

"Yes, bring my weapons!" Circe smiles, goading her.

Wonder Woman gets ready to fly off her cycle when Cheetah knocks her off her bike. 

Super speed? That'd be me. I never fought before, but maybe a little shove. 

"Do it." 

I look at Aquaman. Evidently he saw me thinking about it.

"You got this." 

I jump off the bike and go into a full out run. I see Red Rock State Park ahead...but it's not the only thing red. That's fire! I give Cheetah a shove and she cries out in outrage. Wonder Woman gives a nod of thanks as Cheetah gets up to run, but now I am on her heels.

"Circe!"  Cheetah yells.  "A little help?!" 

Circe teleports into my path. "Rat, rabbit or snake?" She summons her magic.

Suddenly I am enveloped in green and moved quickly as Circe's power lands on one of their own soldiers, turning him into a....a rabbit?!

Circe lets out a scream of outrage and aims for Green Lantern, only to be thwarted by Isis.  She flies in the path of the magic, which has no effect on her. Floating just above the ground and off guard, she is attacked by Cheetah from behind. 

"Hey, watch where you're goin'!"  Cheetah tries to take the staff away from Isis but Wonder Woman uses her lasso like a whip and sends Cheetah packing.  "GO!"

Isis takes to the skies and starts heading for Sedona, but up ahead I see red, and not red rock. It's fire! She pushes forward, and we see Firefly, standing with her hand on her hip and admiring her own work.

"She's mine," Aquaman growls. "Vic, give me a lift!" 

The Flying Fox flies low and takes Aquaman, cycle and all over the flames. I close in on Cheetah, and grab her.

"I didn't-know-you cared!" Cheetah grunts, throwing me over her shoulder. I land quickly and turn, holding her from behind, and spin with her....really spin with her. I hear her scream but I hold on tight, and even though she is strong, the dizziness is messing with her senses. I hear her groan and smile. If she ate lunch this could be bad. Hearing the sound that tells me she may puke, I let her go and run circles around her. She collapses against the walls of the hole I made for her.

"Just sleep it off, okay? It's better this way." I take off, now with the idea of running a trench that stops what is left of the army from advancing.   Green Lantern comes and powers them toward the deep trench and they can't get away from the ship. After they fall in, I run to the Fox, which has returned from dropping  Aquaman up ahead. I see the hatch open and run inside to join Cyborg in the cockpit for the perfect view.

Circe and Wonder Woman are still fighting. Wonder Woman thwarts her magic with the shield, sword and her gauntlets.  Circe is teleporting around her to try to find a blind spot but Wonder Woman has great senses. Finally Wonder Woman hits her with a shield, drawing blood and sending her rolling. Wonder Woman unhooks her lasso and just as she gets within arm's reach, Circe disappears. 

The Flying Fox picks up another passenger. 

"Damn," Wonder Woman seethes. "I haven't seen the last of her. Victor, keep infrared and scanner open, please." 

Cyborg nods and we all stand looking at the window, mouths agape at the sight of a wall of water extinguishing the wall of flame with Aquaman on the bike turned jetski and returning from whence it came. Firefly stands completely drenched, and we watch Aquaman yank her fire weapon away from her and stride toward the cycle.

"Aquaman?" Cyborg says into the comm.

"All good, brother, gonna patrol the river, make sure there are no troublemakers that way."

"We'll sweep for anymore of Luthor's men," Wonder Woman says. "See you at the temple." 

I look ahead and see Deathstroke and Batman abandon their bikes and take to the air. Do they know each other that well? I wish I had the guts to ask.

"Whoa." 

[astaroth1357]

Demigod MC Series: Athena

So. I have to deal with the virgin goddesses… By mythos, there really shouldn't ever be children of Artemis, Hestia, or Athena (yes, Athena was a virgin goddess). PJ got past that by making it canon that Annabeth and her siblings were born from cracking open Athena's skull (yes, that's also more or less the canon explanation). They gloss over it real quick but I remember, Rick. I've always remembered and that mental image has haunted me for years...

I can't, in good conscience, ignore the history around Athena's worship (call it an academic restraint) but I REFUSE to do the skull thing. So, since I make the rules here, I'm going with magic adoption. They still get magic powers, they're just more human than demigod. Cool? Cool.

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena

Lucifer

The human that popped out of the portal seemed to have enough sense not to attack everyone in the room for a change, but even Lucifer could tell that was more of a strategic choice than for lack of ability...

Their very existence was highly unusual… and quite worrisome. He wasn't even aware Athena could have "children" of her own, but apparently she had been taking in some particularly bright humans to raise and train like her own...

Unbeknownst to him, a surprising amount of human scholars, diplomats, and generals have her to thank for their trade… and that alone should speak to the level of intrigue at play here. 

Was this an accident or Athena's attempt to plant an Olympian spy in the Devildom too…? Either way, he didn't trust them from the get go…

Look, Lucifer isn’t stupid. Athena is a goddess of Wisdom and War and war happens on more than just the battlefield… 

Since they've shown up records have been going missing, official documents keep getting misplaced, and he swears that there's some kind of bug in the student council room...!

It's infuriating watching the MC suck up to Diavolo when he's almost certain that they're running their own agenda behind the scenes! And he can't prove any of it!! They cover their tracks too well!

Lucifer has one of those corkboards covered in newspapers and string in a secret wing of the Castle - 100% dedicated to just tracking the MC's activities…. The longer they're there, the more obsessed he becomes...

He swears between Simeon, Solomon, and MC he feels like a shepherd wondering why the sheep are growling… The Devildom has never been in more danger than it is right now... Send help.

Mammon

To be honest, he kind of thought that they were just going to be Satan 2.0 but that's not really true.

They're more than just a book sponge! Though they do read, like a lot. Let’s just say from one schemer to another… Game recognizes Game.

They come up with plans and ideas soooo fast, it’s insane! Honestly, there are times where he has a new money-making plot and he just brings it to the MC first to run it over. 

Nine times out of ten, not only do they sniff out any problems but they have a solution for him in a matter of minutes! His scheme game has been on point since they’ve shown up!!

They’re also even better tutoring than Satan is, so he’s even managed to get a couple A’s for the first time in his life! Lucifer actually told him he was proud (which he secretly recorded and now uses as a ringtone much to his brother’s regret...)

So yeah, he likes them... buuut that doesn’t keep him from thinking they act a little weird sometimes... 

Mammon: *points to a unused tower close to the RAD building* Over there is the Tower of Sorrow. We use it for storage.

MC: Ah. Interesting… *starts writing in a notebook, muttering* It may need a few minor tweaks but the location is defensible...

Mammon: *stops* Ya say somethin’?

MC: *looks back up* Nope! Say, you’ve been to the Castle a lot haven’t you? Do you know any good ways in?

Mammon: Uhm… Why do ya want to know that…? *starts looking around for Lucifer*

MC: In case of emergencies. I like being prepared. 🙂

Mammon: Look, I don’t know what Lucifer might’a told ya…

MC: I’ll pay you a thousand Grimm for it.

Mammon: Well shit, ya want those maps with or without color?

... Yeeeah, that’s pretty weird… But it’s probably fine. I mean, as long as they keep giving him money, who’s he to complain? 🤷‍♀️

Leviathan

Also thought that they’d be a lot more like Satan but was pleasantly surprised that they were into more than books.

What else did they like exactly? Military strategy!!

It’s been a looong time since he’s been able to talk to someone who’s actually interested in all the battles he’s fought, both in the Celestial Realm and the Devildom, and their curiosity is kind of flattering...! Not a lot of people take his strategic prowess all that seriously anymore...

Plus, they are the BEST partner to have any turn-based strategy game. Hands down. He once got stuck on a level of D-COM for weeks until the MC walked in and mopped the floor with the AI!! They have a serious head for probability and tactics.

The House once made the mistake of letting these two be on the same team during a Hell Game and they absolutely demolished the competition. Mammon didn’t even get a single shot off before half his team was lost to a rigged paint grenade… It took a whole day to clean up… 

However, Levi’s also noticed some odd things about the human… He likes that they’re interested in his past but maybe they’re a little… too interested?

Levi: -and that’s how we defeated the Four Horsemen before they escaped from Purgatory. 

MC: Wow, Levi that’s seriously impressive!! *furiously scribbling on a notebook*

Levi: Well t-thanks… 😅 But, uhm... are you writing that down…?

MC: Hm? Oh no, just doodling. *they lift up the notebook to show a bunch of cute little sketches on the page… and not the magic-based invisible ink all over them…*

Levi: Oh you draw too? Can you do fanart???

MC: Eh, sometimes. But say Levi, can you tell me about your naval ranks again? I’m still really curious… *gets the pen ready again with a smile*

Satan

Oh, it's been a long game of cat-and-mouse between these two… and unfortunately, it’s been pretty addicting too.

He honestly had every intention of tricking the human into making a huge mess do he could bother Lucifer, but at every turn they proved just a hair too clever for him...

He once gave them a cursed book to “lend” to Lucifer, but they saw through it the moment they touched it and lifted the spell before handing it over.

He rigged a podium to spray glitter during one of Lucifer's speeches but the MC disconnected the trigger mic before he even got on stage. It was pretty dang frustrating...

At one point he got so desperate that, just as a test, he tried to trap them in the House's Music Room. Fortunately for them, it only took a few minutes to work out an escape. They even passed by him in the hallway with a wink!

It's confounding! It's infuriating!! 

...and it's so damn sexy... He should be furious but he’s just in awe!!

Add on that they know their art, literature, and multiple different crafts thanks to the tutelage of their adopted mother and that’s it. He’s finished. This boy is in love.

Truthfully though, a part of him is 90% sure that they’re also gathering state secrets… Like, they’re watching Barbs and Diavolo far too close for comfort - but he just can't bring himself to care. 🤷‍♀️

The MC could walk into his room one day and say, "Hey, do you want to help overthrow the monarchy with me?" and he dreads it because deep down he knows that he wouldn’t say no…

Take some notes, kids. Some bad influences get you to drink or do drugs. Others pull you into a centuries long conspiracy to destabilize and topple rival realms from within… But he has fallen for their brain hard. Devil help them all…

Asmodeus 

They’re pretty clever, he’ll give them that, but uh… Are they a little off to anybody else?

Asmo is a charmer by birthright so he has a bit of nose for when someone’s just a liiittttle too nice… Not much of a nose mind you, because he can be thrown off by compliments himself, but enough to think that the MC might be a little too… “kind” for their own good...

First off, who wants to spend that much time with Levi?? They don’t even seem that interested in anime! They just keeping asking him for old war stories…

Then all the sucking up they do to Diavolo and Barbatos? Look, he gets it. Diavolo is a delicious piece of man-hunk and his butler could give him a lesson or two in sweet-talk (and he has), but they seem to be just a little too… nosy.

Of course, Asmo’s suspicions disappear pretty quickly after they start to spoil him with spa nights and beauty secrets they picked up from “casual research” into the subject.

And you know, get a little Demonus in Asmo and start massaging his back? Oh, sweetie he’ll sing like a bird!! … with gossip. Singing with gossip.

Asmo: So I’ve heard that Lucifer has been spending more time at RAD than usual… His whole club is talking about it, they think he’s meeting with some witch!

MC: Hm, is that so? *works on a knot near his shoulder blades* What do you think?

Asmo: Ooh~! Right there, MC! *purrs and lays his head on his arms* Well come on, this is Lucifer we’re talking about! I’m sure he’s just working.

Asmo: Hmm... though come to think of it, I think I heard him asking Barbatos for the spare keys to the Tower of Sorrow…

MC: Oh really? Huh. *works out the knot and gets up* I just remembered that I left some papers with Satan... I’ll be right back.

Asmo: You’re going already??

MC: *waves him off quickly* I’ll be right back, Asmo. *hurries out the door to do totally on-the-up-and-up things… surely*

Beelzebub 

Honestly he doesn't like this one… But not for the reasons you'd expect.

He agrees with everyone else that they seem a little shady, but Solomon and Simeon are too so it's not like that's anything new... 🤷‍♀️

No, no. He dislikes them because they're the person who FINALLY figured out how to keep him from eating all the food in the kitchen!!

Turns out that the trick was to put a teleportation charm on the fridge door that would send all the food away if it’s opened after a certain time of night… 

And where does it go? The Purgatory Hall fridge. And where does the Purgatory Hall food go…? The HoL fridge…

It doesn’t sound so bad until you remember that it means half of their fridge is now Solomon’s leftovers…. 🤢

After they put the same kind of spell on the pantry, it was all over… He couldn't get midnight snacks from the House anymore… Everything was contaminated by Solomon…

The MC is a nice enough person, he doesn’t have a lot of complaints about them, but he wants them to leave. Now. This is inexcusable… He’s so hungry… and he doesn’t want to die by “goulash” or whatever Solomon calls his latest culinary catastrophe… He’s still too young for death… 😓

Belphegor 

In a way, he absolutely could not have asked for a better person to help him get out of that attic.

… In another way, he got one of the worst possible people to try and kill... Like. They saw through his scheme sooo fast…

How was he supposed to know that the human had training in body language and sniffing out lies???

Getting the door open was a piece of cake for them. They knew enough magic to undo the seals and just rummaged around Lucifer's stuff long enough to find the key to the door. He could not have found a more competent individual for a break out, really.

It’s just… well he didn’t expect to go from locked in a room like a prisoner to tied up in enchanted rope, still like a prisoner but now mobile. 😑 

They even used his own hug ruse against him! They caught his wrists when they got close and tied him up before he could shake them off...

Admittedly, it wasn't exactly the best look for them either - what with walking Belphegor downstairs to the others like a one-man-prison-caravan but they're as silver-tongued as they are sly so they talked their way out of it beautifully… 

And like hell was he going to trust them after that!! And not even Beel liked them so something had to be up...

Well, you want a detective? Look no farther than Belphie (no seriously, it’s in the canon). He can put things together pretty fast when he puts his mind to it and watching the MC for a while gave him enough proof to work off of...

He always knew that, humans were bad news and the MC just proved it to him all over again. They are bad news, bad bad news and they’re going to-!

Overthrow… Diavolo…? Is that what he is getting from them…? Huh…

Wait a second, MC. You might just have him interested… 😏