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vylad243 · 1 month

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Ok last prompt of this emotionless Vox au before I go back to my cave

So I don’t think it was Lucifer’s idea for the deal but Vox’s. He probably had to track Lucifer down which was hard enough as it was but also somehow convince him that his soul was worth it.Vox already had a plan on how he was going to convince Lucifer but when he got there and probably let himself in he didn’t expect Lucifer to be so depressed it was a pretty sad sight to see such a powerful feared man reduce to nothing

But who was Vox to complain it just made his job easier instead of a complex way of getting him to make the deal all Vox had to do was show him some affection and care easy. Well that’s what he thought the plan worked he ended up making the deal Lucifer got rid of his emotions in exchange for his soul and what should’ve happened after was Lucifer forgetting about Vox or just to be asked to do random task but no it wasn’t anything like it was much worse

Vox was stuck with the king Vox can only guess Lucifer grew attached to that small amount of affection he got because now he can’t get out he was literally order to stay and the worse part Vox can’t feel any hatred for king because again he can’t feel at all so he’s just stuck in this state of unwillingly going with the flow

At some point Vox grew to like his position sure he was the ONLY power supply for all of the pride ring with plans to expand down to the other rings but Vox can deal with that he was fine with Lucifer’s odd duck obsession he was fine with the movie nights every Friday to bond but Vox know Lucifer is just lonely he’s fine with the unexpected bond he had with him Vox was fine with all of it

Before Vox knew it he was Lucifer’s right hand man always there to get the job done who cares if it was against his will so is staying here and Vox certainly isn’t really complaining about any excuse to go out every once and awhile most of the time all he had to do was check on his daughter after every extermination day to see how she’s doing again accidentally growing close to the point she confessed a small part of her liked the days after extermination day when he visits which wow what is up with him growing close with the royal family ???

All to say Vox was content with the life he had that until that stupid smiling demon came back after 7 years that really might’ve ruined everything for him but seriously why should he care sure he got all cozy with the princess but he really doesn’t care. Alastor can’t make him feel like a dog anymore he can’t feel like nothing more than a pawn even if Vox still had his old emotions he’s sure he’d feel the same in the most conventional way possible Vox moved on.

Listen you can’t look at the way Vox talks to Valentino and say Val is the mastermind behind the Vees Vox has to be at least a little manipulative

Jesus, lots of emotions here 😭

Yeah, Vox can be pretty manipulative at times. I do my best to make it clear that my Vox isn't a good person- but it doesn't mean he deserves abuse. Like every overlord is manipulative and bad in their own way. It's part of the job. The only good person down in Hell IS Charlie

#hazbin hotel #anonymous #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #radiostatic #emotionless vox au #hazbin hotel lucifer

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whatdoeseverybodywant · 5 months

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LOVE - CHAPTER 7

After getting back together, Janelle finds out thats she’s pregnant. Follow along with Josh and Janelle as they deal with the highs and lows of her pregnancy.

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Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated ❤

Janelle is played by Justine Skye

Sequel to All I Need Is You: Read Here

Catch up on all other parts here

Janelle stood in the baby’s room hanging up all of the clothes they just had got him. All of the court stuff with Ximena had taken up so much of their time, they didn’t get a chance to have a baby shower. She was due next week and she just wanted to stay home and get the nursery ready for her son.

She looked over at Josh as he came in the room and plopped down on the recliner with a huff.

“You okay?” She asked and he nodded.

“Yeah, just tired. Got the car seat in the car so we good on that.” She giggled at the lazy thumbs up he gave her.

“Have you talked to Xavi yet?”

“Yeah, he doesn’t want to see her. And I don't blame him.”

“Josh-”

“I’m not gonna force him Janelle. He might only be four but he’s very emotionally intelligent.” Janelle threw her head back with a laugh.

“So you just gon take my words and throw them back at me.” Janelle sighed and placed the last onesie on the hanger before turning to Josh. “He is very emotionally intelligent but, you and I both know Ximena is not gonna give up unless she spends time with Xavi. And with this baby coming I don’t want or need anymore added stress.” She sighed when he didn’t say anything.

“Josh -”

“We can’t keep calling him ‘the baby’. We need a name.” Janelle sighed and crossed her arms over her chest, staring at him. “Nelle. Please.” When she didn’t stop staring he groaned. “I’m not forcing him Janelle. She scared the shit outta him by taking him and he doesn’t want to see her.”

“Okay. I’m sorry.” She said walking over and sitting on his lap. “I just want things to go back to the way they were. You know, before she came back into the picture.” Josh sighed and nodded, placing his hand on her bump, smiling when his son started kicking where his hand was.

“I want things to go back to normal too, but let's just not worry about her right now. Okay? We aint doing nothing wrong by not letting her see him.” She nodded and he placed a kiss on her lips. “Yeet-”

“No. Do not” Josh let out a loud laugh at the scowl on her face. “ I hate that shit.”

“Well get used to it. Cause imma do everything that I can to make that be his first word.”

“Please,” She laughed. “I already gotta listen to you, Xavi, Jon and sometimes Trin say that stupid ass word. Ion want my baby saying that.”

“Too late, ain't that right baby boy?” He said to her stomach. “You love when daddy says yeet!” Janelle rolled her eyes as the baby started to kick harder.

Two days later Janelle was in the middle of making dinner when there was a knock at the door, followed by the doorbell ringing. She sighed and turned the burner on low before waddling over to the foyer. She groaned as she saw Ximena through the glass part of the front door.

Rolling her eyes she walked over and opened the door. “Can I help you?” Ximena smirked and looked Janelle up and down, her eyes lingering on Janelle’s belly. “Hello..” Janelle snapped her fingers and Ximena scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“I’m not a dog, don't snap at me.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “I’m here to see Xavi.” Janelle tilted her head to the side and frowned.

“Um, I wasn’t aware. Xavier had decided to see you.” Ximena rolled her eyes again.

“You can’t expect a four year old to know what he wants. I’m his mother and I know what he wants and needs.”

“You can’t be serious. I’ve been more of a mother to him. The only thing you did was push him out.” Ximena stepped closer to Janelle glaring at her.

“If you weren’t pregnant I would’ve kicked you ass.” Janelle laughed again causing Ximena to shove her a little. Janelle’s dad, who had just come down the steps, witnessed this and rushed over to the two of them, pushing Janelle behind him.

“Aye! You need to leave. What the hell is wrong with you?” Ximena ignored him, keeping her eyes on Janelle.

“I’m going to see my son one way or another. ” She blew them a kiss. “See you soon.”

“That bitch is fucking crazy!” Josh grunted over the phone. “Weird ass knew I wouldn’t be there.”

“I just wish she would go away.” She sighed as she reclined on the bed, her feet propped up on some pillows.

“Me too bae. Imma call the lawyer tomorrow, see what we can do. I already told her Xavi doesn’t want to see her.”

“It’s basically harassment at this point.” She paused as she settled deeper onto the bed. “How is Xavi? He okay at your moms?’ Josh nodded even though Janelle couldn’t see him.

“Yeah, he wants to come home though. My mom is making him go to bed early.” Janelle laughed.

“I want him home. I had to watch Minions by myself tonight.” Josh laughed.

“Childish ass.”

“You love me though.”

Sorry its so short... not my best work, but the baby comes in the next chapter ❤️

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sturnioloblogs · 3 months

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Tipsy

Y/n x sturniolos

Summary: you are the sturniolos younger sister, they are very protective over you and one night you come home from a party thet they specifically told you not to go to, what will happen when they find you at the party a little tipsy? Are they mad?

Extras: In this you are 15 and your brothers are 20. You live in LA with them. Your best friends name is Lyla. Lyla’s older brother‘s name is Sam.

Warnings: being drunk? Underage drinking. Swearing/language. Arguing. And I think that’s it lmk if I forgot anything.

A/n: Re-blogs are appreciated!!! hiiii soooo this is my first ever story. I really hope you like it and leave requests💕 I also write stories on my phone, so I’m so sorry that I don’t have the word count!!

A/n: Not proof read!

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I had spent my whole day trying to find the perfect outfit for tonight. You may ask, what’s happening tonight? Well I got invited to this party by the popular boys that all the girls drool over.

Luckily my friend also got invited, so I wouldn’t be all alone not knowing anyone and being hella awkward.

I have been to only been to a few party’s before this, so I’m kinda knew to this. My brothers have always let me go somewhere as long as they have my location and they know who’s hosting, and how old the people are going to be.

I just have one problem. I’m 15 and the host are 17. And I haven’t even even told them I was going yet.

In my mind that’s not really a big deal and it isn’t! But to my brothers it’s like the world would end. And you might just say I could lie, and well I could. But let me just say I am horrible at lying.

When I lie I start to stutter over my words, and it’s really obvious, especially when you have 3 older brothers that are five years older than you AND very protective.

I was sitting on my bathroom counter doing my make up and getting ready for the party, while listening to White Girl, by Shy Glizzy my new favourite song at the moment.

I had this beautiful black dress on that hugged my curves, perfectly in all the right areas. My hair was perfectly curled and my make up was just the way I wanted it.

As I hopped of the counter to spray some perfume on, my older brother Nick walked into the washroom.

“Hey y/n do you have a- WHOA sis you look awsome where are you going?!” I spun my body around to see Nick standing at the doorway with an empty tube of toothpaste, i’m assuming that’s what he wanted. “Oh I was just getting ready for this party that I was wondering if I could go to? But don’t worry I was already planning to go with Lyla, so I won’t be alone” I looked at him with puppy dog eyes. I knew Nick wouldn’t be the problem at all but Matt and Chris would. ”Well you know that I’m gonna say yes but Matt and Chris probably have a different answer” He said rolling his eyes.

Nick was probably the most supportive brother I had. And probably the least protective, which I didn’t mind.

“Ugh I knowww can you please just help me try to convince them if they don’t let me?” I asked ”of corse that’s what I’m here for!” Nick said giggling.

I walked down the stairs, Nick, following close behind. I had my converse in one hand (I know those aren’t dress-up shoes, but I wear them with EVERYTHING) and my phone, and the other.

Chris and Matt were sitting at the table eating supper, it was already about 7:30 pm, and Lyla was picking me up at 7:45 so I had to leave soon.

As soon as they both laid eyes on me, their conversation immediately stopped. Chris spoke up first by saying “where the hell are you going?” “So I was just wondering if I could go to this party? I’m going with Lyla so I won’t be alone! Please?” I say, almost repeating the exact same thing I said to Nick earlier.

Matt and Chris both looked at each other with an annoyed face, almost like they both knew the answer, without even thinking. “Who’s going and how old is the host?” Matt asked picking up some more food off his plate.

Oh shit well I’m actually fucked. Like I said, I am 15 and the host are 17.

So I decide that I am going to try and lie my way out of this.

“The h-host I-is” I was unexpectedly cut off by Matt saying “cut the shit y/n don’t try and lie and just tell us the truth.” I swallowed dryly, and started talking again “okay well the host is 17, a-and you might think that is bad.. and well it might be, but the people with only be 15 or 16!” This time I turned around to look at Nick while giving him “please back me up” eyes. “No” Chris said in annoyed voice. “What?! No Chris please! I have been waiting so long to go J-just please!” “Y/n we said no! Now go to your room before you get grounded!” Matt said raising his voice.

Tears prickled, my waterline, as I brushed past Nick and stomped back up the stairs to my room. I slammed shut and flopped on my bed to call Lyla I was mad, they never let me do anything.

(On call with Lyla)

“God they never let me do anything!”

“Well did you try and lie? I know you’re not the best at lying, but did you at least try?”

“Yes of course I tried! And you know how it goes I just stutter and fuck everything up”

“Wait have you ever snuck out?”

“Lyla you want me to sneak out?”

“I mean it’s worth a shot! And if you do my brother can still pick you up in 10”

“Fuck it, see you in 10”

(After call)

I have never snuck out before, and I knew it was risky. But my window was the top floor. I know that my sound bad, but there was a shed right underneath that, I could easily jump onto and onto the ground to get out.

And with that, I quickly tied my shoes, grabbed my phone and hopped onto the roof.

Let’s just say it wasn’t as easy as I expected, as soon as I got to my roof, I tripped and scraped my knee along the rough shingles. Then when I tried to jump down onto the shed, I realized the kitchen window was right next to it. And all my three brothers were still sitting at the table. I knew I would have to be extra quiet getting down. Luckily, this wasn’t in broad daylight but I still could have got caught easily.

After about 10 minutes, I finally got down, and walked down the street only a few blocks, so, my brothers wouldn’t see Sam’s car.

As the car pulled up, I hopped in the back with Lyla.

“Hey girl!!” She said pulling me into a warm hug. “Hiiii” I said, chuckling at her sudden hug “oh hey sam thanks for driving me” I say smiling at him as he turns around to look at me “no problem” he replies with a warm smile.

Luckily, the party wasn’t too far away, so it wasn’t that long of drive. It was fun tho me and Lyla gossiping about boys, and the best part was me telling her how I actually managed to get out of my house, and almost dying on my way down.

We slowly made our way up the long driveway, revealing the huge house in front of us. It was white with a bunch of huge palm trees in the front. There was blasting music lights, and a lot of people. I was definitely intimidated. this was probably the biggest party I have ever went to.

“You ready?” Lyla asked me, making me forget all about being scared “yeah let’s do it!” I said.

We said bye to Sam and started walking up to the house. We recognized a bunch of the people, because they were mostly all from our high school. But there were definitely a couple older people that I did not know.

As soon as I stepped in the house, the smell of weed and alcohol filled my system, giving me not needed anxiety. I was already worried about sneaking out, and on top of that the party was huge.

A couple of hours went by since I got to the party. me and Lyla have been taking shots left right and centre and living our lives. At this point, the alcohol had almost taken over me and I loved it. I wouldn’t wanna say I was drunk, but I was definitely tipsy. “Heyyy Lyla I need to go take a piss I’ll be back” I said, chuckling at my choice of words, she just nodded to me and continued to move her hips to the beat of the music.

I pulled out my phone and began scrolling through messages, while still walking, definitely not paying attention to anything in front of me.

Then all of a sudden it felt like I hit a brick wall. I quickly mumbled a “sorry”. Before I could walk three steps a rough hand grabbed my wrist pulling me back. “What the f-!” I quickly shut myself up by looking up to see Matt glaring down at me. He didn’t even say a word before dragging me across the floor “Matt st-“ I tried to protest and pull back, but he only yelled at me and pulled me harder “shut the fuck up!!”

He was mad. Very mad.

How did he find me? Did I have my location on? Did they hear me talk to Lyla? Are Chris and Ni-

My thoughts were immediately cut off by Matt opening the door to the mini van and throwing me into the back. He locked the door and called someone.

A few minutes later, Chris and Nick come running out of the house looking so mad, this is probably the biggest trouble I have ever been in.

Chris opened the passenger door, and plopped himself in the seat while glaring holes thought my body. I felt the doors open again and now see Nick and Matt both get into the car.

I wasn’t really expecting Nick to be that mad, but boy was I wrong.

“What the fuck is wrong with you y/n?!!!” Nick said shouting at me, as I began to feel the car start to move. “We specifically told you not to go!! S-something could have happened!” Chris said adding on.

I didn’t say anything.

All I did was look at them with tears slowly streaming down my face. I was embarrassed. I shouldn’t have gone.

But I did and I can’t go back now.

𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹

A/n Okay so if you guys want I can make a part 2? If you want me to add anything to part 2 definitely let me know!

But if you don’t wanna part 2 I won’t bother with making it.

Send other requests please!! re-blogs are appreciated

@sturniolos-blog here goes nothing😭😭

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gretavansteph · 2 years

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be my baby | s.f.k

good morning!! happy Friday the 13th ! normally on these days nothing really happens to me but earlier when I was making breakfast I was adding a tiny bit of salt and then a big glob just plopped out onto my eggs and I just 🚶🏻‍♀️🚶🏻‍♀️🚶🏻‍♀️

anyway I hope everyone has a lovely day, I’m off to buy menstrual necessities despite the fact that I don’t want to leave my house but sadly, I must. This feels like a mini written vlog of me just over sharing and I like it

alsoooooo

MASSIVE thank you to everyone that has taken the time to read, like, comment, reblog, etc. any of my posts. truly makes me happy to see you guys enjoying the shit I cook up in my head 🤍

anyway this is long enough already SO

since I’ve written a good amount of angst I think it’s time to come back to the fluff

enjoy, my lovelies 😌

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When Sam was asked where he saw himself in five years, his answer always remained the same.

“Married, maybe a baby, definitely more dogs.” he would answer confidently every time, the biggest smile on his face.

When he met you, everything was amplified by a thousand.

It was love at first sight for him, no other girl in the world mattered to him except you. He’d kiss your feet if needed be, if there was a puddle he would let you walk on his back all to not get your shoes wet. He cherished the ground you walked on, always praising you and showering you with his love every chance he’d get. He gave you anything and everything you ever wanted, he was every girls dream.

And you were completely and utterly in love with him.

He did everything right, since the beginning. He treated you like a princess, insisted it was the least you deserved despite it being before your time as a couple. He treated you as if you were the rarest form of gold there ever was, much too valuable to ever be tainted and far too worthy of just any regular man. But Sam wasn’t just any regular man to you, which was why he was over the moon to have been the chosen one when it came to your affection.

When you had first met he was the one that had been instantly pining over you, though you had made it clear you only wanted to be friends. That didn’t stop him, not even close, if anything it motivated him even more. It was in his blood to never give up, you had come to find out after meeting his brothers.

“It’s a Kiszka thing,” his brothers had said, giving you the biggest and brightest smiles as if to say “you might as well give in now”.

But you had to admit, you loved the chase. You relished in the feel of being wanted by someone in such a pure and intimate way. Though it wasn’t much of a chase really, as he managed to all but tackle you at the 7 month long finish line. You gave in, once you realized the butterflies that fluttered in your tummy at the mere thought of him were never going to go away. They never once did throughout those 7 months, and they never did for the next 4 years.

Throughout your relationship he always kept you on your toes. Treating you to this and buying you that, cooking you this and singing you that. You did everything together, and neither of you would ever dream of getting tired of the other.

One of your favorite things to do together was listen to music in the comfort of your cozy living room, a random record spinning in the corner as you built a puzzle together. The others laughed at the two of you, but it wasn’t in mockery, except for the teasing comments saying how old you guys behaved when you were only in your early twenties. But it was an activity the both of you enjoyed. You enjoyed going out and getting drinks with everyone every once in a while, but lately the two of you had been loving just staying home, making dinner together then moving to the living room, one of you picking a puzzle and the other picking a record. The way it was decided who got what job, was through a good ol trusty game of rock, paper, scissors.

“Ready to lose?” you teased, getting into position.

Sam scoffed, rolling his eyes mumbling what sounded like ‘as if’ under his breath before beginning the countdown.

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”

Your hand flew out into the motion of scissors, while Sam’s hand went out flat on his palm. He pouted as you stuck your tongue out at him.

“No fair,” he mumbled. “Best two out of three!”

You rolled your eyes but resumed your position. “Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”

And you beat him, again.

You giggled as he got ready for the last and final round, mumbling words of encouragement to himself only to lose all over again. Your head was thrown back in laughter as he pouted even more than before, arms crossed over his chest even going so far as to throwing a stomp of his foot into the mix. He always enjoyed picking the music, wanting to show you something new he had found on one of the many record store adventures you had both gone on, or ones with just him and the boys. Most of the time he would win, but tonight luck was on your side and you made sure to flaunt your win in his face as much as you could as you all but skipped over to the record player to pick the music for the night.

You sifted through your shared record collection, majority of them belonging to Sam but you had added a good amount to the mix. Doing a little happy dance as you found the one you were looking for, you slipped it out of the sleeve and popped it onto the record player, setting the needle in place before making your way to the center of the room where Sam was waiting for you, the puzzle he had picked out already opened and laid out on the coffee table.

“What did you pick?” Sam asked as you took a seat across from him.

“You’ll see.” you said with a smile as you began to sort through the puzzle pieces.

He didn’t press any further and you two began flipping the pieces over, connecting what you matched along the way. The beginning notes of the first song began to play, and Sam snapped his head up from the table to give you a knowing look. You gave him a big cheesy grin, and he couldn’t help but match it as he rolled his eyes playfully, shaking his head.

“You and this damn record,” he said, turning his gaze back to the puzzle.

The record you had picked was the soundtrack to Dirty Dancing. It was one of your favorite movies ever, and the soundtrack was absolutely perfect. It didn’t take long for Sam to realize it was your favorite, as it was the only movie you ever wanted to watch and you played the record any chance you’d get. You would spin it as you cooked dinner, pausing in between to pull him to dance with you. He loved pretending like he hated it, but he secretly loved it. You would catch him swaying to the music, tapping his fingertips on his knees to the beat, and he always wore the biggest smile as he spun you around the kitchen to the music.

“Oh hush,” you said. “You love it.”

He simply hummed, but the smile remained on his face as he snuck occasional glances at you while you worked quietly on the puzzle, listening to the music as you enjoyed each others presence. You continued working on your puzzle, which was one you realized you had never built before.

“Where did you get this puzzle?” you asked Sam after a while. “I’ve never seen it and it’s hard.”

The last part came out with a pout, making him smile, though he didn’t offer much information about the puzzle, simply saying he had found it on the shelf. You had been at it for what felt like ages, but really it had only been about 30 minutes, the damn puzzle was only half way finished. It normally didn’t take this long for you to build a puzzle, but this one was extremely hard as all of the pieces were black. When the light would hit them at a certain angle certain colors would pop up, but for the most part it was all black.

You let out a sigh as you pushed a few pieces away from you and towards the center of the table, and just as you were opening your mouth to complain an all too familiar tune sounded through the record player and you let out a squeal of excitement instead. You shot up from your spot on the carpet, stepping over towards Sam with your hand held out.

“Dance with me.” you said to him, to which made him let out a groan as you dragged him up and off of the carpet.

He wrapped his arms around your waist as you brought yours up and around his neck, tucking your head into his chest as you swayed to the sounds of Otis Redding.

These arms of mine

They are lonely

Lonely, and feeling blue

These arms of mine

They are yearning

Yearning from wanting you

And if you

Would let them hold you

Oh, how grateful I will be

You continued to sway to the song, and you kept on dancing as the next song played. It was the song that played during the love scene, and Sam knew, which was why he attempted to dip you the way they do in the movie, almost dropping you and him onto the ground as he did so. You were both a giggly mess as you straightened back up. You danced to the remainder of the song, but near the end you decided to go back to the puzzle.

You felt a tug on your hand as you turned to sit back down, and you turned to face Sam.

“One more,”

You gave him a look, he was never the one to initiate any of the dancing especially to this record. Normally he’d be the one itching to go and sit down, but not tonight. You grinned happily and resumed your position, tucking yourself into his chest as he held your intertwined hands close to his chest. As the next song began to play, you felt him begin to sway the two of you once more. You felt him lean down a little, feeling his warm breath on your ear, tickling as he began to sing.

The night we met I knew I

Needed you so

And if I had the chance I’d

Never let you go

So won’t you say you love me?

I’ll make you so proud of me

We’ll make them turn their heads

Every place we go

So won’t you please

Be my little baby

Say you’ll be my darling

Be my baby now

Oh, oh, oh, oh

The smile that took over your face as he sang one of your favorite tracks to you was one so big you were afraid it would all but fall off of your face. He had sang to you before, but not like this. This time it felt different, more intimate, like it was coming from him with some sort of underlying message. You couldn’t figure out what it was so you didn’t give those theories much thought, you simply cuddled into him more and let him sway you as he continued singing the rest of the song.

I’ll make you happy, baby

Just wait and see

For every kiss you give me

I’ll give you three

Oh, since the day I saw you

I have been waiting for you

You know I will adore you

Until eternity

You stayed in each others arms as the song came to an end, and when it did you turned your head upwards to face Sam, only to find him already looking down at you.

“What was all that for?” you asked, leaning in to his touch as he brought his hands to each of your cheeks, holding you in place. He simply shook his head with a smile before leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss. You felt your body melting into his, the same effect his kisses have had on you since the first one you shared. Which felt much like this one. Soft, yet firm, warm and filled with equal parts love and passion. Every time he kissed you it was nothing short of love that poured through his lips and into you, but this kiss in particular felt very different. You pulled away after some time as your lungs needed air, and without much else of a word he pulled you over to the coffee table where you were meant to finish the puzzle. You were so dazed from the kiss that you weren’t of much help, but a comment from Sam had you snapping out of your thoughts.

“All done!”

You blinked, one, two, three times as you settled your eyes on the now completed puzzle in front of you.

“How the hell did you do that?” you asked, your mouth slightly open due to your shock.

“One of my other many talents I guess,” he answered smugly, giving a small shrug of his shoulders.

You smiled at how cute he was, even when he was boasting about the many talents you already knew he had. You moved your eyes down to the puzzle, not seeing anything special except a full picture in black.

“So...what am I looking at exactly?” you asked, causing Sam to stand up excitedly to shut the lights off.

“You have to hold a black light to it,” he spoke, switching the lights off before he made his way back over to you.

You felt his presence behind you, his legs pressed against your back and you jumped slightly when something that resembled the feel of a flashlight was positioned in your hands.

“Okay, on the count of three shine the line on the table,” he instructed, and you voiced your understanding.

“1...2...3!”

You flicked the light on and shone it on the table, taking notice of how the once upon a time all black puzzle was now lit up, displaying different neon colored letters. You furrowed your brows in confusion, but before you could say anything you felt Sam’s hand come around and grip the wrist that was holding the flashlight, and he positioned it at the top left corner.

“Start here,” he spoke quietly.

You followed his instructions, and went about shining the light from left to right, revealing a few words as you went.

“Will.....you,” you read aloud, moving the flashlight down and over once again. “...marry,”

You gasped, your eyes widening as your eyes trailed over the rest, but it was another voice that had spoke the last word.

“Me,”

You turned to face Sam, who had moved over to switch the lights back on once you finished reading. He was now down on one knee behind you, a ring clasped between his thumb and pointer finger as he held it against his chest, specifically over his heart.

“Be my baby,” he spoke again, and you couldn’t help but smile as he quoted the song. “And do me the wonderful honor of marrying me.”

You felt your knees shaking, your lip trembling and your vision went blurry as the tears spilled from your eyes. You took a step towards him, looking down at him as he looked up at you with nothing but love filled hopeful eyes.

“Abso-fucking-lutely!” you all but squealed, throwing your arms around his neck as you tackled him onto the floor.

His loud laugh was the only thing heard for miles and miles, you imagined. You laughed along with him but it was more of a cry laugh as you sobbed within the arms of your now fiancé. You gasped at the thought and felt him pull you up into a sitting position, holding your hand in his. It took a few tries to get the ring on, both of your hands equally as shaky but once it was on it was staying on. You stared down at it in awe, then back up at Sam, complete and utter disbelief written on your expression.

“That puzzle wasn’t actually just on the shelf, huh?” you asked.

He shook his head no with a big smile. “I ordered it a few weeks ago, I’m surprised you hadn’t noticed it sitting there this whole time but I’m glad you didn’t.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest at his confession, hearing that he had this planned for weeks now made the butterflies in your tummy flutter like never before.

He pulled you into another hug, this time giving you a spin around the room, your laughs bouncing of the walls as the room was filled with nothing but love and adoration. Once he came to a stop your wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands coming to sit on both his cheeks, thumbs lightly caressing his face.

“What are you thinking?” he whispered.

You smiled, leaning in to give him a gentle kiss. Your kisses trailed over towards his cheek then back once more to his lips before you pulled back.

“Will you be my baby?”

He grinned as you repeated his words back to him, and you watched in adoration as he happily shook his head.

“Your one and only, baby.”

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y’all i’m an absolute WHORE for dirty dancing the sound track is TOP TIER i just had to incorporate this now excuse me while i go bawl my eyes out at the movie

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Boys Night Out

I have run out of words to praise the indescribable @/artbyainna over on IG. Every time I have a commission made, I say the next one won't possibly be able to top this, and then she outdoes herself. I told her I adore this one so much I may print it and hang it. Hell, if people can have dogs playing poker hanging on their walls, I can have hot fictional guys playing poker on mine! 😂😂

Here's a drabble to accompany this masterpiece, I hope you enjoy!

Title: Boys Night Out Book: Open Heart (Post Series) Characters: Bryce Lahela, Ethan Ramsey, Tobias Carrick Rating: Mature (It’s not explicit at all, but they do discuss some racy topics so, to be safe.) Category: Fluff Summary: Tobias has his townhome to himself tonight as Casey has a girls-night-out. He runs into some opposition when he tries to convince the guys to come over, but some stories about times past convince them to cancel their previous plans to join him in his man cave. Words: 1225

Participating in @choicesaugustchallenge Day 22 Tacos CHARACTERS BELONG TO PIXELBERRY STUDIOS.

Tobias buoyantly walked down the hall, quite relaxed now that his shift was forty minutes behind him. Twenty of those minutes were spent ravenously kissing his girlfriend. Ever since he and Casey got together, his Friday nights happily belonged to her; but tonight, she was ditching him for a night out with the girls. After he reminded her why she should be anxious to return home to him at the end of the night, he set off to find some plans of his own. He couldn’t believe his luck when he spotted not one but both of the men he was looking for at the end of the hall.

“Ethan! Bryce! Great, just the men I wanted to see!”

“I assure you that is a one-way sentiment,” Ethan grumbled. “Because whatever it is, my answer is no.”

“Harsh,” Bryce teased, “let the man tell us his plans before cutting him down like that.”

“I know what’s happening here. The Tobias Carrick avoided any form of commitment for the first 37 years of his life. During those years, Friday nights were filled with mayhem and debauchery. Now, since he’s been happily hen-pecked for the last 15 months, all of his Friday nights have belonged to Casey.”

“Mmm,” Bryce nodded. “But in fairness, they were likely still filled with debauchery.”

Ethan scowled in Bryce’s direction, but when his eyes returned to Tobias, his friend shrugged.

“I’m not going to say he’s lying,” he confirmed. “But what does this have to do with anything.”

“Casey has a girl's night out planned tonight,” Ethan continued, “which means our friend here is faced with spending his first Friday night alone in over two decades. He can’t handle it, so he’s hitting us up for assistance.”

“I can handle it just fine, thank you very much! But… when is the last night we had some serious guy time? Huh? Come on, I’ve got the mancave stacked with beer and snacks, the Red Sox are on, and it’s been ages since I’ve had a good poker game. What do you say?”

“My idea of a good Friday night consists of a quick stop at Donahue’s. Followed by quality time in my favorite chair listening to Vivaldi’s Mandolin Concerto in C with a snifter of fine brandy in my hand.”

Tobias’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, “You’re a regular animal there, tiger. But considering you will still be able to do that at the ripe old age of 90, why don’t you come over with us tonight and live a little.”

“Uh, take me out of that equation,” Bryce injected. “I’ve already got plans.”

“You do?”

Bryce scowled in response. “I told my parents I’d show their friend's daughter around Boston. We’ve rescheduled three times, and we’re kind of tentative for tonight.”

“Kind of tentative. Yeah, that sounds definitive. Scratch those plans; you’re not going. Male bonding is in order.”

“Oh, Jesus,” Ethan moaned, rubbing his temples.

“Stop complaining, Gramps! It’s settled! My place, 7:30. I’ll see you both there.”

“Uh, T, we didn’t set anything,” Bryce replied.

“I can’t believe I’m going to say this,” Ethan grumbled, “but I have to agree with the meat jockey on this one.”

“Scalpel,” Bryce corrected.

“What?”

“You said meat jockey, and to be honest, that sounds perverted. It’s scalpel jockey or meat head. If you’re going to hang with the cool kids, Ramsey, you have to make a better effort to learn our names.”

“And there is one more reason for me to stay home tonight….”

“Oh, cut the crap, Ethan!” Tobias scolded. “If anyone is in desperate need of a boy’s night, it’s you! When was the last time you ditched all your headaches and had a fun night with the guys?”

“Med school. You were there, and if memory serves, it gave me more headaches than it took away.”

Tobias rubbed his chin thoughtfully, his mind a million miles away.

“Yeah,“ he chuckled, "but this time will be different. I assure you, there will be no strippers or reindeer involved.”

“Strippers or reindeers?” Bryce questioned. “What the hell did you guys do at Hopkins?”

“Ah,” Tobias waved, “it was a bachelor party gone bad.”

“OK, strippers at a bachelor party, I’ve heard of, but reindeer? Were they live?”

“No!” Tobias exclaimed. “What do you take us for? Heathens! They were inflatable!”

Bryce’s brow rose as his laughter rippled down the hall. “That may actually be worse! Do you care to explain?”

“It was the holiday season,” Ethan mumbled. “After the police raided the party, the strippers ran out of the house onto the lawn, where there happened to be inflatable reindeer.”

“Yeah,” Tobias added, “it started innocently enough. One of the ladies tripped over the electrical cord and landed right on top of poor Rudolph, but it turned into quite a… show. By the night's end, they said they were adding the inflatables to their standard repertoire. You know,” Tobias tapped Ethan’s shoulder, “in some way, we’re responsible for contributing to the arts.”

“I think that may be the opposite of contributing to the arts, Tobias.”

“Wait, wait, wait….” Bryce insisted. “I have questions. First, who was getting married?”

“One of our med school teachers. The guy was a real ass,” Tobias replied.

“So you were at your med school teacher’s bachelor party?”

“God no!” Ethan protested. “That man made Severus Snape look like Mary Poppins. I wouldn’t be at any party associated with him on a dare.”

“So why were you there? And why was there a police raid… I have so many questions!”

“We were responsible for the police raid,” Ethan announced proudly.

“Yeah, the guy's lived in a house that was technically on school property. It was part of his housing stipend.”

“And having a part of this nature there was against school ordinances,” Ethan added.

“They also exceeded the number of guests allowed in the building according to Baltimore fire code.”

“And we knew this,” Ethan recalled. “So, we grabbed some lawn chairs and a six-pack, or two, picked a spot from across the street, called the police, and watched the action unfold.”

“We never expected the whole strippers and reindeer performance, if we’re being honest,” Tobias confessed. “But I must admit, it made for quite a memory.”

Ethan’s eyes crinkled as he broke out into laughter. “It sure did.”

“Now see, isn’t this better than sitting home alone listening to some dead guy’s concerto?” Tobias asked. “Come on, come over, let's have some fun.”

“You know what, I’m in,” Ethan agreed. “As long as you’re confident there will be no strippers and reindeer.”

“One-hundred percent sure,” Tobias laughed, “Casey cleared them all out when she moved in. Bryce? You down?”

“Will there be tacos?”

“I can arrange for Tacos.”

“Then, yeah, I’m down. Plus, I wouldn’t mind destroying some appliances at your house. You know, for retaliation.”

“What?” a confused Ethan asked.

“HEY!” Tobias yelled. “I paid you good hush money and restitution!” He pointed to Ethan, “You’re not allowed to discuss it with a third party present.”

Ethan shook his head. “You know what, I don’t even want to know… I’m sure I’d change my mind and head home to my concerto if I did.”

“You know,” Tobias said as the three men headed toward the elevator. “That might be a sensible move.”

“It likely is, Carrick,” Ethan said, pressing the button to close the door. “It likely is.”

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After having their tacos and watching some of the game, the guys decided to play poker. Tobias cleaned house, winning almost every game, leaving Ethan and Bryce wishing they had stuck with their original plans. But Tobias was all too happy.

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b1gwings · 5 months

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15 Questions for 15* people

haiii i got tagged by @babacontainsmultitudes & @oakay :3 thx for tagging me this is fun !1!!

1. are you named after anyone? I named myself after Clay from the Wings of Fire book series :) I started going by Clay a little over three years ago, I think? When I was thinking about changing my name, I knew I wanted it to be after a character that was really important to me, and Clay checked all the boxes. I think he was the first character I ever looked at for real and went "wow he is so me" LMAO. he's also where my username comes from, too...

2. when was the last time you cried? i want to say it was listening to dndads or taz but i think the real answer is in the middle of finals week after an INCREDIBLY cathartic phone call with my mom

3. do you have kids? no and I don't think I ever want to LMAO

4. what sports do you/have you played? i don't play any sports right now. i played soccer when i was, like, five years old but i HATED it

5. do you use sarcasm? yes but in an autistic way. where allistic people think im being serious and other autistic people know im joking and then they respond to build on the bit and then i can't tell if they're still doing the bit or not. you know

6. what’s the first thing you notice about people? IDK AUGHHGH. i think how someone's hair looks?? if they're wearing any cool jewelry??? im so bad at being aware when im meeting people LMAO

7. what’s your eye color? green-ish grey :]

8. scary movies or happy endings? i don't think these things are opposites but I think happy endings for sure. those little dudes have already gone through so much :( let them ride off into the sunset and live the rest of their lives in peace :(

9. any talents? idk lol ? i consider "talents" to be stuff that you're naturally good at, versus "skills" being things you actually put time into improving or whatever. i'm naturally good at sliding my joints around (sarcasm) and i can do funny voices sometimes (real)

10. where were you born? the swamp (florida, usa)

11. what are your hobbies? drawing, writing, and d&d i think are the main ones right now :] i've been drawing a lot more recently and not feeling super exhausted about it, which has been lovely!!

12. do you have any pets? YES!!! A WONDERFUL LITTLE DOG... her name is Buffy & she's a rescue so we don' tknow what kind of dog she is but she LOOKS like she could be some kind of rat terrier mix ? i love her with my whole entire heart. she's my best friend. lmk if u want me to send u pics of her :3

13. how tall are you? i don't even know. 5'6" i think? im taller than my mom who is 5'4" and shorter than my friend who is 5'8" so we'll go with that

14. favorite subject in school? in high school, art class was my favorite. I adored my teacher; he was the best ever. but i was MISERABLE when i took an art class in my first semester of college. im a creative writing major now, so probably that idk. history & social studies n that kind of stuff has always been super interesting to me, too

15. what is your dream job? i would LOVE to eventually be in some kind of writers' room one day. playing & running D&D games has opened my eyes to just how much I adore storytelling with collaborative aspects. being able to just...make something with other writers...building off of each others' ideas...getting excited about it together... it feels so magical to me.

*anyway i think i have to tag 15 ppl now but idk if i know 15 ppl so im just going to tag as many as i can think of (literally no pressure if u don't wanna do this lol)

@itsbrucey @maxwellamus @flowercrowns-n-punks @kronoose @meteortrails @thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls @simonsnow-irl @lemonofthevalley @iersei @raemeh @phillycheesesteakcore @officialgleamstar

#long post #OH MY GOD save me cool mutuals save me #sorry if any of you dont like being tagged!! D:#again there's absolutely no pressure to do this #social anxiety get absolutely destroyed. i did it

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4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral? 7. What is your deepest joy about writing? [this one made me laugh, so I'm sending it too lol] 14. Do you lend your books to people? Are people scared to borrow books from you? Do you know exactly where all your “lost” books are and which specific friend from school you haven’t seen in twelve years still possesses them? Will you ever get them back? 19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going? 24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

Thank you so much for these!

4. PERFUNCTORY.

It's such a fun word! Say it out loud and tell me it isn't amazing! One of my friends say I use it too much in my writing but I don't care? It's amazing?

7. Already answered here. 💖

14. I do not lend books to people because they're MINE. My "lost" books are all truly lost books and I alone am responsible for their fate. Will I ever get them back? Probably not.

Actually, I'm not solely responsible for all my lost books because some of them were destroyed when my parent's house caught fire and yes, I grieved the loss of my books more than the loss of anything else (except one (1) thing).

19. Ooh, I love this ask, and since the prompt is "tell me a story about your writing journey," I'm gonna get blatantly self-indulgent here.

I vividly remember when I started writing which makes me so happy because my memory is crap.

Okay. So. I was 8 years old. I was sitting at the kitchen counter. My mom was making lunch. And I said: "Mom, I wanna write a story about our guinea pigs." And she said: "That's great."

I then proceeded to get blank yellow-ish paper (because it looked cool) that didn't have lines, and I exclusively wrote with the paper turned horizontally (why???), and I almost exclusively wrote in a tiny little "studio" I built in my closet that was just me sitting cross-legged in front of a box turned upside-down.

That said, I started storytelling even sooner. I don't even remember how young I was when I started. But I'd play with toys (mostly stuffed animals, but also Barbies and Star Wars action figures), and I'd narrate everything they did out loud. The fun part for me was choosing the right words (I'd even re-do a "scene" if I didn't narrate it "correctly") and hearing it out loud.

I was, however, absolutely enraged to discover that one of my brothers had been sneaking into my room and hiding under my bed to listen to me. In hindsight, I realize it was actually a compliment. He just liked my stories.

The main "bump" in writing was that I was initially writing stories the way that I narrated playing: literally just recording whatever the characters did, with no real intentionality and no real vision. Which is fine, except that it made it really hard to build to anything within the story, and made it almost impossible to find a satisfying ending.

But eventually, I started reading books about writing, and that really helped me figure out the mechanics of storytelling. And far from turning writing into something boring and technical, it gave me the tools I needed to actually write a story from start to finish. I completed my first story when I was 10 years old: it was called "Betsy the Pug" (inspired by my grandparent's pug) and it was a solid 40k words.

(My dad had this thing where he'd read stories out loud to my brothers and me when we were kids, and he was still doing that for us at this time, so he got really excited over the idea of reading "Betsy the Pug" out loud to everyone. I was mortified.)

I also owe a huge debt of thanks to the Warrior Cats books, which inspired my first series. I wrote five books on dog tribes and some of the later ones in the series were actually decent. This was also a great lesson for me because I sent the first book to the editor of my grandma's books (she's an author), and the editor graciously gave me feedback. Obviously it sucked to hear "this isn't publishable" (which...duh, I was like 12), but I turned right around and started trying to implement her advice. That memory probably wouldn't be so meaningful to me but for my dad (thank you, Dad) regularly bringing that moment up as an example of a time when I received discouraging news and not only didn't quit, but sought to find something good in the situation (by taking the advice).

Where am I now? Nearing the 2 million word mark of fanfiction. (I am absolutely going to throw myself a small party when I hit that milestone.) Also working on publishing some original works. More on that to come. ;)

24. TOTALLY DEPENDS. Okay, well, with all stories, I think it's important to know generally how the story ends. You want to be able to say "This is what the story is about," and it's hard to do that without knowing how the characters change. And even with short one-shots, I care about leaving characters in a different place than they started (otherwise I wonder why the story "mattered"), so I still try to know something like: "Matt accepts help" or "Foggy learns to help Matt in a different way."

On the other end of the spectrum, we have the Ella series, or my Trust fic, both of which were incredibly complicated and required very detailed outlines. Trust specifically required a lot of research as well. The whole time I was writing it, I was also researching the related issues.

That said, a lot of the things that might be considered "prep" work are things I do as I write the story. Like with Trust, where I researched both before and during the writing process. Or with the Ella series, where I'm still fleshing out the outline for Redeemed.

I find that when I force myself to do all the "prep" work up front, I run into two problems: the first is that I lose all inspiration for the story (having spent it all on prepping, instead of on writing); the second is that I get too locked into ideas that sound okay initially but are just less good than the ideas I come up with later as I'm getting to know the characters and plot elements better.

Do I enjoy the prep work? Eh. Not a ton, lol. I enjoy moments of connecting dots, which sometimes happens in prep work. But I'd rather just be writing.

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Protagonist's POV: Looking at the perspectives of some of Yakuza's Dynamic Intros

So SnowiestAngeman put out a new video recently (best RGG content creator out there by the way go drop a sub if you somehow haven't already) and in it is this cute little segment where he talks about dynamic intros and jokes about how the titles on them are handled. He brings up a proposal that it might be based on what the playable character thinks of the person they're fighting against. And that part actually immediately got me thinking about some instances of that happening, and I think he might actually be right on this one! Some dynamic intros, be it by revoking someone's title or replacing it with a new one, can tell you how they see who they're fighting! A few instances began to pop up in my head and now I just wanna make a short little write-up to highlight some of them, because I really do think they're pretty cool when they do happen.

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also here's the video if you wanna check it out. if you haven't already then you should because it's by snowiestangeman

ALSO SPOILER WARNING!!!!!! OOOOOOOOOOOHHH!!!!!

This post will contain spoilers for the following games:

Yakuza 4 (briefly touched on, mild spoilers for around the mid-game)

Yakuza 5 (Major spoilers for the endgame)

Yakuza 6 (Mild spoilers for a late-game fight)

Yakuza 7 / Like a Dragon (Major spoilers for the endgame)

If you haven't played those games yet and don't wanna get spoiled, then I'm afraid you might wanna avoid that keep reading button and skip this post for now. If you still want to do so then go do that I dunno I'm not your dad

Let's start with where I think it's the most obvious with some of Yakuza 5's intros. Here's Shinada's tussle with Daigo himself... and it's just Daigo to him. None of that Sixth Chairman of the Tojo Clan business, it's just Daigo Dojima that shows up to Shinada.

You gotta remember he just knows Daigo as his classmate from way back when, and only finds him again later when he presents himself in a mask and sunglasses to kickstart what Shinada's been doing for his whole chapter. When Daigo reintroduces himself proper, he's shocked about the whole yakuza big shot thing, sure, but when Daigo's about to push him and his dreams aside, none of what came out of his mouth really registered to him. He punches him out the door, (and sends him FLYING too like DAMN dude that was visceral) and he wants to make it clear to Daigo that he's the one with the pen to write his story. And to prove it, Shinada has to come face to face not with a big shot yakuza, the sixth chairman no less, but with an old friend.

With your daily reminder to listen to the Y5 Daigo theme again out of the way, let's move on to the next intro.

In Yakuza 4, when Saejima fights Majima, it's the first time he's seen him in years, and he's spent all of them wondering where the hell his brother was during the hit. As he arrives at Kamurocho he's been given bits and pieces of what he's been up to, but only really realizes how big he's become when he has to fight through waves of the Majima Family and Minami, only to be escorted by Majima himself to the batting cages, with countless Majima Family men still outside, still waiting for their boss. Before he can give out any of the answers Saejima's been waiting for, they have to go through the inevitable procedure of a fight. And as Saejima finally finds his brother, still left wondering who he's truly become and what really happened back in '85, he sees Majima, now a patriarch of his own family.

But when the two reunite in the finale of 5, after spending the whole game led to believe Majima's been killed, Saejima's forced to face down his brother yet again. And Majima's as transparent as can be in this ill-fated brawl. No mad dog persona to hide behind, no grudges to be settled. It's just the two on what could be the last fight of their lives, and you better believe the two of 'em are gonna do it the right way. Once again it strips the characters of their titles so that they can be faced as true as can be.

Next are some from Yakuza 6. Let's start with one that was actually mentioned in the video that started this whole thing, that being Akiyama's intro.

Yet again, no title to be found. No "CEO of Sky Finance" or anything, it's just Akiyama. I can interpret this in two ways:

Kiryu's acting really, REALLY stubborn at this moment. He wants nothing more than to be with his family, and with Haruka in a coma, Haruto might just be the only thing Kiryu can latch onto at this point. He's willing to break the law just to justify it to himself, and when Akiyama tries to stop him, it comes to blows. And just as the little pop-up on the top right will tell you, "Not even you can stand in my way." It doesn't matter who Akiyama is to Kiryu, it just matters that he's stopping him from taking Haruto, and that just means he has to plow right through him.

Since Akiyama had to close Sky Finance down temporarily, Kiryu immediately disassociates it from him and just sees Akiyama as unemployed again lmao

Anyways, moving on to a pretty big highlight of Y6's cast to me, here are Joon-Gi Han's intros.

You'll have to excuse the fact that his intros are mostly super lame-o intros for a bit. All the Joon-Gi-related budget went to giving him some of the coolest qte sequences in the Kiryu Saga so

When Joon-Gi is first introduced, it's very much as a flashy host. The scene with him in Kanrai shows you he's still a force to be reckoned with, sure, but that doesn't stop him from still keeping the class act on, from his charismatic demeanor to his flashy look. Obviously, Kiryu himself would still associate him with owning Stardust, a place that's offered him asylum and care when he needed it the most. Even after Joon-Gi reveals himself as Jingweon proper, a name that Kiryu's had a more than rocky history with, the intro has the title under the silver-haired boxer be "Owner of Club Stardust".

But when Kiryu and the Hirose boys later find themselves surrounded by multiple masked assailants looking to take Haruto, who else but Joon-Gi shows up for another fight with the dragon. It's clear as day for Kiryu now. He's still got his sportsmanship as he shoos his men away, but make no mistake: Han's with the Jingweon, and they sure as hell haven't forgotten what Kiryu's done to them.

And finally, let's cover Yakuza: Like a Dragon's intros with the final boss.

With the first group fight after taking down Tendo, Ichiban's probably ecstatic at this point. His plan's gone off perfectly, and the truth's now broadcast to the rest of the country. Here's one last victory lap: a frustrated Aoki and a bunch of his goons, not even bothering to mask the fact that they're yakuza anymore. The camera circles around Ichi and his party members, his imagination still running wild, as Aoki readies himself, complete with his "Governor of Tokyo" plaque.

Then Ichiban gets to confront Aoki alone. His imagination's starting to fade. He's not carrying a flashy flaming bat anymore, or wearing his bulky, golden armor. It's not an extravagant, epic RPG final clash that finishes up Ichiban's journey, but a quiet, confrontational fistfight as he finally gets the chance to face his brother alone. And it sure as hell isn't Aoki that shows up in his eyes.

To wrap this up, I just really like how something as simple as the titles shown in a dynamic intro can tell a little story by itself. It's a really small thing, but when done right, it's a really neat touch that can add a lot to the fights they're attached to. I know it's not really like this 100% of the time (Kiryu's dynamic intro in Yakuza 7 having the ex-fourth chairman title for example even when Ichiban realistically has no idea who he is yet), but dammit they're amazing and I hope they keep doing stuff like this. Hell, I might have missed a cool example, I don't know. Either way, it's just another common win for dynamic intros, also known as the coolest and bestest thing ever.

Thanks for reading.

#rgg #ryu ga gotoku #yakuza #like a dragon #dynamic intros #Why did they give Kamon Kanai the theme “Dynamic and Magnificent” only to not give him a single dynamic intro?#Are RGG stupid?#ramblings of the pee-man

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metaldragoon · 1 year

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Today marks 10 years since I made my Tumblr account, probably. It’s, at the very least, 10 years since my current oldest post on my main account. I was 21 years old and living with 4 other people in a house for $500 a month, had been working at the same place I still work for about 15 months part time, and I was a pretty big Mega64 fan at the time I guess. If you are not familiar with Mega64, the relevant piece of information to why I say “I guess” is because I was listening to all their podcasts at the time, which they’ve been doing since like 2004 or something. They had their own forum which is how I was able to listen to all the archived podcasts, and I remember some girl on the site that I thought was hot had a link to their Tumblr page so I checked it out. I am not really sure I even ever followed her or just creeped before making an account. Mega64 are also prone to discussing anime, and I remember a young Derrick Acosta riding a teacup at Disneyland on one of their podcasts praising how good the soundtrack to an anime known as “DEATH NOTE” was, so I went to watch that (he was right) and sort of became addicted to anime in general from that. Not really addicted, I feel like I still got a lot of hater fuel in me keeping me safe from addiction, but I am definitely stuck in the viscous goo, never truly able to escape anime’s grasp from that day onward. Toaru Kagaku no Railgun which is the anime in the thumbnail above these paragraphs you’ve been reading was probably my first foray in to just watching whatever had a cute girl in it and truly becoming a degenerate. I wouldn’t say I look back with shame but I’ve definitely reeled myself back and just watch the snobbiest, most-elite anime now. It was also the first anime I GIF’d, January 15th of 2013 according to the archives. Sort of surprising how quickly I got on it because I really hate doing anything for other people to perceive because if there’s one thing to know about me it’s that I can’t handle the slightest amount of criticism without spiralling down the darkest hole of depression imaginable. Have these past 10 years been good? I don’t really know. The last year has been really hard, since September 2021 I have been considering the current times “the worst year of my life,” but at the same time I guess it’s rolled on and I’ve made progress. The only major relationship of my life ended this year and that was always kind of my rock for feeling like I meant anything to anyone. I constantly find myself thinking “distance myself from everyone so that when I kill myself it won’t hurt anyone” since last January. Overall being with someone I loved for 6 years made me a much better person, but just emotionally it’s quite a valley afterwards. I didn’t have my dog for as long as a lot of people, but he was with me for 7 years and I had to put him down because of liver cancer in September which I already wrote about, but, I mean, that was really hard and I still get emotional about it a surprising amount. Work’s good but sucks at the same time and just feels like a suppressant to everything in life. Just stand there and exist, go home in 8 hours, one day closer to the end of my life sentence of being a cog in the machine. Lots of old man injuries along the way but I’m pretty hard on my self physically so I can’t complain too much about a few torn tendons and ligaments over a decade. Can still run and hoop, and I guess that’s good enough. Hard to remember who you were ten years ago, but I guess the biggest thing that’s changed is not being afraid of aging. 31′s getting up there! but with newfound perspective it’s really not. Barring unfortunate circumstances 80′s probably a safe minimum age and that’s more than twice as long as anything I can even perceive. I think I’ve always had old man energy anyways so I look forward to being a crotchety miserable old grandpa complaining about everything as part of a “bit” that only I know is a bit.

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owlhousefansblog · 10 months

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Skk High school (BC why not 👍)

It was a boring day at school for Dazai, he had people bothering him 24/7 and had girls on him at all times. He frankly didn't mind it because he enjoyed the attention and was extremely bored in class. The thought of skipping class came across his mind once or twice but something was happening in class today, something about a new kid. Dazai was known as a freak and a girlfriend stealer, he was incredibly charming and also very intelligent so nothing interested him but the thought of a new kid did. They waited for class to start so that they could meet them, Dazai was hoping it was a girl to be quite honest.

Dazai was happy bc his first class was with Oda, his favorite teacher and an old friend. Oda knows Dazai since he was a little spoiled brat, nothing change to much since he was a kid, not If include working for the mafia and losting his parents a few years ago. He was just 16 and already the right hand man in the mafia , quiet interesting for just a spoiled annoying teenager. But Oda didn't mind, he was always there for Dazai even so Oda was just with 4 years older then Dazai.

Halfway through the hour a tiny ginger bursts out the door, falling to the floor with a broken lip* O yeah assholle?! U are fucking dead ! DID U HERED ME?! *the tiny ginger yelled to the open door *

All the students were looking at him, there was a grave silence when Dazai starts laughing amused

Are u laughing assholle?!*look at Dazai angry*

Indeed I am laughing *looks at Chuuya and his eyes widen*no way- *he think but he keep his act up*

Oh u are so FUCKING DEAD! *Chuuya yelled at him getting up from the floor*

Dazai just continue laughing, making Chuuya more angry but he tries to keep his cool, it is his first day for God saick and he have already a fight

Enough u 2! Don't make me send u 2 to detention*Oda glare at them both* now please present yourself young man

I'm Chuuya Nakahara, your new classmate

I'm Chuuya Nakahara, your new classmate *said Dazai mockingly*

Chuuya tries to keep his cool and just growl at him

*gives Chuuya an amused smile* aww is the little doggy mad?~

Senpai, can I struggled him? *He turns to Oda*

No, you cannot, now, take a sit mr. Nakahara *Oda said with a gentle voice*

What a shame * Chuuya said frustred going to sit down on the back of the classroom*

Dogs should listen to their owners orders Chuuya~*Dazai smirk at him with a upper air*

How the heck did u call me , u piece of shit?!

Enough! *Oda yelled in exasperation*

Just stating facts sensei!!*Dazai complain childishli with an innocent smile*

Facts my ass*Chuuya mumbled rolling his eyes*

Dazai! Both of u it's enough *Oda said turning his eyes to the blackboard starting to write the lesson*

Okay Sensei!!

Yeah , whatever*said Chuuya angry rolling his eyes*

Be nice to Oda, Chuuya!!

Who the heck are you anyway?

Senseiiiii can I leave?? *asked Dazai*

For what reason? *Oda turns again to the class*

Becauseeee..uhm I need to ask a teacher something! *Dazai lies*

Bullshit*Chuuya murmured rolling his eyes*

What was that Doggy~

Call me one more time dog and I'm going to strungle u!

Doggy~

U really like to push u luck*Chuuya scoff glaring at him*

Because you wouldn't actually do it

I don't wanna bet on this~ *Chuuya scoff shaking his fists*

Exactly because I'd win~

Alright enough, u 2 in the principal office

But senseiiiii

No but,after my class

Oh great *Chuuya rolls his eyes*

It's your fault Chibi!*Dazai complains look at Chuuya accusatory*

How the heck did u call me?!

Chibi~

Chuuya got up from his chair and went towards Dazai ready to hit him

Aww now the puppy's defensive~ come on hit me

And he really hit Dazai, the blow was so hard that Dazai fell off his feet with half of his lip broken

What did u say about puppy defensive*He said smirking looking down on Dazai*

*Dazai looks at Chuuya with a very bloody smile" wow! The dog really did disobey his owner!!

Did u want another punch?!there are many more where this one came from! *Yelled Chuuya still looking at him*

Damn Chuuya If you wanna touch my face and kiss me so badly you could just say so~ *Dazai said trying to humiliate Chuuya*

Another punch was delivered and this time Dazai's lower lip was busted* Kiss that assholle! *Chuuya yelled again with an angry and pround face, grining at his work*

*Dazai smiles even tho he is in pain* such a disobedient dog~

*Chuuya was ready to hit him again but Oda stopped him*

*Dazai looks at Oda*

Detention for Nakahara!

*Dazai smirks at Chuuya and sticks his tongue out*

And u too Dazai *a hard look was thrown at him by Oda*

*Chuuya smirk at Dazai*

Fineeee~

Good , now , let's go back to the lesson

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ketchup-monthly · 1 year

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🎶 and ✅️ for the fanfic ask meme? :)

hehehe! into the fray i go again! thank you!!

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

-i dont necessarily listen to music when i write, like maybe i'll have some music going in the background because i need at least a low level of noise at all times or i'll go insane, but i know rn i'm listening to jazz radio on pandora because my brother put it on like 7 hours ago and its still going. i'm a huge fan of the classical composer Holst and his suite The Planets, and i'll listen to that when im writing or need to focus on whatever it is that i'm doing (Jupiter was my school song in high school and is actually one of my favorite classical songs because it's very lovely)(link here bc i have to share it)(this is a link to a playlist of the rest of the suite)

-i mostly just have the tv on if im writing at home, and then i'll usually put something like s1 of Lois and Clark, Green Lantern: the Animated Series, Tanked, some random cooking show, or Mysteries at the Museum. or whatever my youtube recommends. depends on how im feeling each day and how much i'll need to actually focus on my fic.

-i do listen to music when im driving for work, and currently im working my way through The Crane Wives and The Orion Experience's albums (i already finished Waterparks)

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

-Hal and Barry's cat, Goose. she's an orange kitten and Wally is allergic to her.

-kissies. lots of halbarry kissies

-guy gardner is really good with kids and also he has a dog named shark who is a retired k9 unit. also he watches soap operas and romance movies even tho hes totally aroace

-idk if its something that people even notice in my halbarry fics, but hal is jewish. tbh i think i mean to include it more but totally forget

-kryptonians are fucked up. so are speedsters. so are lanterns.

-hal is old-man core. he just is. its amazing and i love him. he also has a bad leg and has to use a cane sometimes bc he got an injury that healed very wrong when he was a young lantern

-also wally and kyle are basically always like...9 and 7 respectively in my fics about the halbarry family because idk. fun ages. theyre still little but they can talk and think. idk when they'll get older

-this is more in my aus that i haven't written but hopefully will eventually, but giving bruce's kids to literally anyone else. i have an au where the only kids bruce keeps are dick and damian and maybe duke. i have another where duke is trained/fostered by alan scott and his husband, and another where duke is trained/fostered by midnighter and eventually apollo. the au where the only kids bruce gets are dick and dami and duke is the same one where all the other batkids are taken in by various gotham rogues. i have aus where tim is trained/taken in by dinah lance and her mom dinah drake, kon is adopted by alan scott, roy is adopted by dinah and his her sidekick instead of olivers, billy is adopted by lex luthor, kon stays with lex luthor and is raised by him along with lexs daughter who is kons half twin, billy is adopted by clark and hal and sorta guy and the rest of the red lanterns that i like, clark is found by the gls when hes a baby and is raised by kilowog, etc etc etc. bestie i have so many aus and i could talk about them for ages (edit: i also have one where jason is adopted by john constantine and etrigan the demon without jason bloods knowledge)

-sorry most of those were about halbarry and their family lol. im writing a lot of that this year

thanks for the ask!!! <3

#hehehehe thanky!!#halbarry #hal jordan #barry allen #various batkids #im not tagging all of them #music #ask meme #ketchup answers #ketchup writes

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mumucow · 1 year

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tagged by @spaceprincessem, people will now find out that I'm not American Em and it's your fault 😂

are you named after anyone? No, almost got a named similar to a coffee brand

when was the last time you cried? I let a tear slip with the episode of In Another Life of 9-1-1, I don't cry with shows so...yeah thank you for ruining my life

do you have kids? no

do you use sarcasm a lot? to the point that my first at first didn't get it and now they already assume I am being sarcastic

what's the first thing you notice about people? their smile and eyes, so I can see right away if they are bullshit or not, I'm usually right

what's your eye color? Common brown, I do have a lighter brown tiniest spot on my right eye

scary movies or happy endings? Listen...scary movies all the way, I love the Elm Street series

any special talents? ...I have a different hiccup? I basically do it once but it sounds like a seagull being strangled

where were you born? Lets call it south side Lisbon, so Portugal

what are your hobbies? reading, writing, playing

have you any pets? I have one dog that thinks he is 50kg when in reality he is 6kg

what sports do you play/have you played? I used to play basketball and did swimming for 2 months but sports are not really my thing and since I fucked up my knee when I was 7 years old I can't do impacts

how tall are you? 1,69m yes I am using normal measures not American measures

favourite subject in school? English for sure along with Biology

dream job? I always wanted something related to art, like architecture but that won't happen so anything that allows me to enjoy life, travel a bit, and give me time for my hobbies, right now I do have that job

So I am tagging @triskel-samulet @shortsighted-owl @alyxmastershipper only if you want to

#tag game

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joshuahyslop · 1 year

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BOOKS

The last 10 books I’ve read: 1. A Heart That Works - Rob Delaney This is, by far the most heartbreaking book I’ve ever read. Rob Delaney is a comedian and a writer and he wrote this book after his three year old son died of a rare brain tumor. It’s incredibly sad but also tender and there’s even funny moments. It’s one of the most eloquent and graceful books I’ve ever read. I highly recommend buying a Costco sized box of Kleenex and giving this a read. It’s very powerful.

2. The Mad and the Bad - Jean-Patrick Manchette This was a pretty fun read. It’s kind of random and unexpected. I don’t want to give too much away but it’s about a hitman with some gastro-intestinal maladies who’s hired for a kill and then all the twists and turns that unfold. Fun, quick read but not a book I’d seek out.

3. Altamont: The Rolling Stones, The Hells Angels, and the Inside Story of Rock’s Darkest Day - Joel Selvin I really enjoyed this book. A lot of people my age, too young to have attended Woodstock, have nevertheless heard a lot about it. Whether or not it’s an accurate representation is another issue, but not a lot of us know about Altamont - kind of the opposite of Woodstock, or how it happened or why it happened. If you’ve seen the documentary Gimme Shelter then you probably already know a lot of this, but as someone who is a huge fan of this era of music I found this book riveting.

4. Burning in Water Drowning in Flame - Charles Bukowski I happened to be back in Vancouver over the weekend and so I stopped by one of my favourite bookstores in search of more old books of Bukowski’s poetry and I found not one, but TWO! I bought them both and finished the first one the day after I got home. More classic dark, gritty, ugly, Bukowski.

5. The People Look Like Flowers At Last - Charles Bukowski Well, immediately after finishing the last book I picked up the other one and read it in a day. This was published posthumously and it has a lot of honesty about death in it that isn’t always there in a lot of his other stuff. It was refreshing but still, it has that classic Bukowski feel. I don’t know what I’ll do when I’ve read all his stuff. Read it again, I guess.

6. Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit - Charles Bukowski In between e-mailing and waiting for responses I picked this one up and re-read it pretty quickly. It’s one of his shortest books of poetry and it’s easy to read. Plus, it has one of my favourite poems of his. A short seven letter poem named Art.

7. The Last Night of the Earth Poems - Charles Bukowski I decided to start re-reading some of Bukowski’s stuff. Maybe this is a phase? I don’t really know. But, reading is meant to be both educational and entertaining. Right now, I’m just really enjoying Bukowski so, I’ll keep on leaning into it for as long as it lasts. I think this is my favourite collection of his poetry. A lot of people say that Love is a Dog From Hell is his best, but I don’t agree. It’s by far the most sexual of his works, as in, a lot of his poems are about sex or sexuality, but I don’t think it’s his best work. To each their own.

8. Charles Bukowski On Writing - Charles Bukowski You know when you can’t stop listening to a certain artist for a while but then it goes away and you don’t really want to listen to them anymore? Then, after a while, you forget about them until you come across them again somehow. And, if the mood is right, you get hooked again and they’re all you’re going to listen to for a while. I think that’s what’s going on for me with Bukowski right now. The stack of other “books to read” is growing by the day, but I just keep going back to his stuff.

9. Trainspotting - Irvine Welsh Finally, a break from Bukowski. I’m sure you’re all thrilled. I went over to a friends house the other day and was admiring his books and he insisted on lending me something I’d never read before. I’ve never read anything by Irvine Welsh, and I haven’t seen the movie Trainspotting, so he eagerly lent me both Trainspotting and its sequel. Having been to Scotland several times and having lived there for a year in my teens, this book felt oddly nostalgic. Granted, I wasn’t running in these same circles, but the language really rang true. It’s largely written almost phonetically in a Scottish accent. If you’re not familiar with the slang or the flow of their speech, I imagine it would be a tough book to read. There is a short glossary at the back, but it’s pretty limited. I really enjoyed this book. It’s well written and it’s pretty dark. But there’s humour there too, and like I said, for me, nostalgia. I’m looking forward to reading the sequel.

10. Storm for the Living and the Dead - Charles Bukowski I finished reading Trainspotting and picked this back up. I was about 3/4′s of the way through when I put it down to switch books. This is a collection of poems that were unpublished before Bukowski died. It’s interesting to have read “On Writing” and to know how Bukowski felt towards his publisher, “holding poems back” from being published. And now, after his death, there continues to be book after book of posthumous publications. I’m sure he would’ve been pissed. But, when wasn’t he?

more soon, -joshua

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