#obvious b8

[preromantics]

(had to google common kinks because my brain is dead lol sorry)

But

Starker + voyeurism?

Or

Starker + anonymous sex

Oooh let’s try anonymous (errr kinda I took it to a glory hole place)!

-

It started as a joke. It was definitely a joke.

Someone — Peter can’t even remember, because Thor and Bruce had reverse engineered some long lost Asgardian hard liquor and gotten every person in the compound, enhanced metabolism to Actual God to regular human totally shitfaced — someone had complained about the lack of sexual partner options available to bonafide superheroes.

Peter is 97% sure he did not make the original complaint, but less sure if he privately or verbally agreed with the overall sentiment.

Anyway, someone had complained.

Tony, who fell on the human spectrum of easily-shitfaced-from-Asgardian-jet-fuel but also on the unfortunately superhuman liver side, had indulged his one social drink and promptly disappeared to the lab.

A few hours later, the assorted and still standing heroes of Earth had been led on a little drunken excursion by Tony to the compound sublevels. The group arranged a wobbly and cheerful single-file line ordered by height and wove through the gym and past the boxing rings to the locker room style communal showers.

Peter, who did not have the advantage of height compared to the collection of his coworkers (friends?) who were still standing, had been one of the last to see what all the parading had been about.

The last shower stall had been partitioned into two, with shiny new floor to ceiling doors.

The new middle partition — proudly gestured to by Tony in his best Vanna White impression — sported a single hole in the wall.

“This dial here can adjust the size to your… needs,” Tony was saying, giving a practical demonstration of the lever that opened and closed the hole like the aperture function of a camera lens.

Peter would’ve taken notes, but the rush of the alcohol and the implications and the Tony of it all caught up and deafened him with white noise.

—

So, it was a joke. 30 or so assorted superheroes, Avengers and otherwise, knew that a gloryhole existed in the communal showers on level B8 of the compound.

Theoretically, any of them could use it.

Peter wondered obsessively if anyone had tried it, joke or not.

He found himself lingering after a hard workout or training session, eyes closed under the spray of one of the normal shower stalls, and senses on high alert for the echoey pad of footsteps to the end of the room.

Eventually his curiosity graduated and he found himself walking down to the partitioned and private stalls, too. Ostensively just to look. Just to see if one door was closed and not the other. Just to see if anyone might be paying attention and follow him down.

Not that Peter would use the hole with anyone. Probably.

He wasn’t even sure what side he’d pick, or what he’d do — again, not that he was thinking about it.

He absolutely, definitely did not let his exploration take him into the farthest side, the door shutting with a final-sounding soft close clink, the lighting going dim in the stall.

A small green light, unobtrusive but obvious once you knew where to look, had startled him. Occupied.

(He definitely did not enter the little stall five more days in a row until on the fifth he gathered the courage to drop to his knees to asses the height of the hole relative to his mouth and fiddle with the adjustment knob.

Tony was, if nothing else, always the perfect engineer.)

-

Peter was hyper-aware when he was sharing a workout with anyone else. Waited to see if they’d follow him into the locker room.

Sometimes they did and he showered knowing someone else was a stall away. But no footsteps ever wandered to the end of the line of shower stalls.

He wasn’t disappointed, exactly. It was just. Whoever had complained that superheroes couldn’t get laid easily was speaking the truth.

Occasionally he would be working with Tony in the labs, on the rare occasion they were at the compound at the same time, and find himself wondering if Tony remembered the superhero glory hole he’d created several floors below him.

He’d wonder if Tony ever tried it.

He’d wonder if Tony ever thought about Peter trying it. If he’d seen Peter stumble away from the drunken group field trip presentation with blotchy red on his cheeks.

He’d wonder if Tony knew the height was perfect for the distance from Peter’s knees to his mouth.

He’d wonder if he was going a little crazy about the whole Glory Hole Joke.

-

“If I sit in this chair for another minute my back is going to spontaneously throw itself out,” Tony announces from his lab bench.

Peter smirks at him, sparing a glance up from his pipette and beaker. A quip is on his tongue, the perfect time for an old man joke, but the words die in his throat.

Tony is stretching slowly from a sit to a stand, arms over his head, faded t-shirt scrunching up under his armpits to reveal a few inches of soft belly skin dusted with hair.

“Gonna go get a workout in before lunch. Dinner? Midnight snack? Honesty no idea where we’re falling in the meal spectrum right now.”

Peter swallows around his dry throat. “Dinner,” he says, though he also has no clue what time it is. “Probably.”

Tony jerks his thumb toward the elevator across the room. “Maybe I’ll see you down there,” he says.

It sounds so casual. Maybe he will. Peter wants to die a little with how much he wants to see Tony on Floor B8. A little further past the gym than Tony has in mind.

“Maybe,” Peter agrees, turning back to his pipette, which he’s pretty sure has been steadily dropping too much of the base into his reactive acid this entire time.

-

Peter spends 10 minutes cleaning up his lab bench and another 5 staring blankly at the elevator doors.

The cheerful and non-descript elevator AI asks him what floor he wants three separate times. Peter is glad it isn’t FRI or KAREN. They’d have called him out by now.

“B8,” he says.

He walks out of the elevator with purpose, resolved to head to the rowing machine and get a pre-dinner workout in with Mr. Stark, shake off his nervous and pent-up energy until it’s sweat out of his system.

There’s a small snag in his plan. Tony is running on the omni-directional treadmill, back to Peter. He has Starkphones in, completely sound proof.

Peter licks his lips at the sight of the sweat on Tony’s back, the way it causes his shirt to cling to his spine.

He makes a split second decision, borne maybe of too many late night fantasy scenarios to count. It’s easy to walk past the treadmill and cross to the other end of the facility, past the boxing rings.

It’s easy to walk down the line of shower stalls, the overhead lights pinging on instantly as he walks further and further, steps getting quicker.

It’s — it’s not perfectly easy, he has to stop and take a breath before he walks into the farthest partitioned side of the glory hole. But then it is done: the door softly closes, the little green LED flicking on, and all Peter has to do is sink down to his knees.

All Peter did was walk across a room but his heart is beating wildly like he just went stealth mode on a dangerous stake out.

The reality is Tony didn’t notice Peter even enter the gym. He might finish his workout and go up to his own expansive compound rooms to shower. He might shower here, the echo of water driving Peter insane with mental images, and never even glance down to see the subtle green light.

He might see the green light, know that Peter is there, and leave anyway.

Peter bangs his head softly against the wall, nose catching the human-sized opening awkwardly, and resigns himself to letting his legs go numb from the knees down while he waits with all his hope in his throat, anyway.

-

A soft noise, the woosh of the main locker room door, makes every hair on Peter’s arms stand up.

He swallows, pitching forward in his enclosed stall as if that will bring him closer to the source of the noise.

It could be someone else, though Peter has no idea who could be on the weekend roster.

There’s a rustle of clothing he barely needs to strain to hear. The soft thump of something hitting the ground. The hiss of the pipes, not on a human frequency, before the spray of the water gushes out of a distant shower head.

The shower is over quickly, Peter notes, though time has gone soft and slippy. He closes his eyes.

Footsteps. Toward him. The slight air sound of a door opening. The well-known click of the private stall door shutting.

Oh, god. There is someone across from him. Peter forgets to breathe for a second entirely and has to fight from making a sound as he chokes between two inhales.

He can no longer distinguish the small noises from the rushing in his own ears.

The first movement in the hole nearly startles him; just a play of shadows as someone gets ready on the other side.

Then: a cock. It slides through, half-hard, resting thick and plump along the bottom edge of the hole as it passes through. The owner of the cock feeds it all the way, the fat head bending downward and then bobbing up. Toward Peter.

Peter inhales; the scent is clean and his lungs struggle to fill all the way. He rocks forward, drawn to the half-comical, half-arousing reality of the anonymous cock through the hole.

Is it really anonymous? Statistically, Peter thinks it should be Tony. He was in the gym. Would he know it was Peter on the other side? Tony invited Peter down to workout, so the odds were decent the other way around.

Tentatively, Peter darts his tongue out to lick across the head of the cock. It’s flushed darker than the root, and the salty sweet of it blooms on Peter’s tongue.

He may have just licked Tony Stark’s fat cock head for the first time. The idea of it thrills Peter to his bones, his own cock throbbing against the zip of his jeans.

There’s a chance it isn’t Tony.

Peter licks a bolder stripe across the head, swirling around the ridge. His saliva glands are over active, he’s practically drooling already at the idea of this.

There’s a chance it’s someone else. Peter may never even find out.

His cock twitches at that, too. Fuck. He wraps his lips around the entire head, drenching it with his own slick excitement as he opens his mouth up further and slides down several inches in his eagerness.

He gags, pulls back, and returns immediately.

The man on the other side of the wall is silent, but a slight bang against the wall — the slap of someone’s hand to the partition, as if Peter’s already doing such a good job they can’t help it — makes Peter shove more of the warm cock between his lips to muffle any of his own noises.

If he moaned, he’s sure someone could pick out the octave of his voice and just know. They’d know Peter is twenty seconds into this and already drooling for it.

Tony would know for sure. The thought makes Peter palm his own cock, wishing he’d thought to unzip his jeans while he waited, but not wanting to stop to focus enough to do so now.

He would’ve felt so pathetic, waiting alone, pants undone and cock half-hard with anticipation. Now, he’s stuck curling his fingers against the denim of his fly and worrying he might leak precome through his briefs and jeans by the end of this.

He tongues along the bottom vein of the cock in front of him, marveling at the weight of it and at the stretch of his lips around it as they drag slickly up and down. The angle is decent, but still strange, his neck stiff as he tries to bob back and forth to take the entire thing.

The cock in his mouth is definitely fully hard now, pulsing and flexing against Peter’s tongue, the tip bursting an addictive drop of precome every few passes. The taste is such a contrast to the soap-clean skin of the length that every taste forces Peter to swallow back a moan.

His nose mashes slightly against the wall when he focuses enough to take as much as he can down his throat. It feels deliriously good, a sense of terribly slutty pride coursing through him every time his nose hits the partition over the hole.

He’s slid all the way down when the owner of the cock abruptly slides back out.

Peter’s mouth opens around an unvoiced protest, barely catching a whine from spilling out before the cock slides back in, fucking back between Peter’s parted swollen lips and down his open throat.

He does moan at that, deep and hopefully muffled by his mouth full of cock.

Peter catches on quickly: he can keep his mouth open, his forehead and nose pressed hard against the wall, and the stranger on the other end can simply fuck his mouth.

It’s so simple to stay still, dragging his tongue back and forth and dragging his hand over his own trapped cock while he gets efficiently face fucked. It’s almost dream-like, two pinpoints of focus — the stranger’s pleasure and Peter’s pleasure — taking up all the space in his brain.

A hand slaps the wall on the other side again, harder this time, the cock in Peter’s mouth tensing and pulsing before his throat is coated with come.

Peter comes in his own pants, hips frantically bucking as he swallows down several continuous seconds of anonymous come. He bangs his head on the wall, hard, trying to balance and keep his position at the same time.

When the cock slides out from between hips lips, dragging and lingering on Peter’s bottom lip for a moment before disappearing, Peter falls back against the tile and inhales sharply.

He waits for the click of the door on the other side of the wall and for the padding of the feet to disappear. He doesn’t even have the mental energy to try and figure out if he recognizes the sound and weight of the softly echoing feet.

He forgets about dinner, peeling himself off the floor eventually and floating all the way to his room.

-

In the morning, Peter is slow to rise, feeling heavy-limbed and not awake enough to revisit the previous night.

When he finally manages to roll out of bed and head to the communal kitchens, the line of Tony’s back at the breakfast bar greets him first.

Peter flashes to the sweat-soaked gym shirt from the night before and swallows around a suddenly dry mouth once again.

“Hey shortstack,” Rhodes calls from the other side of the counter.

Peter gives him a tired salute, covering for his slight startle, and heads for the fridge behind Tony.

“You two see any ghosts while you were rattling around this place all by your lonesomes last night?” Rhody asks.

Peter just catches himself from overpouring his orange juice onto the counter as the dots connect in his head. He never did look at the weekend security roster.

Surely Rhody can’t mean he and Tony were the only—

“Ghosts? No, just me and Pete, who ghosted me for dinner.”

Tony turns and grabs the freshly poured orange juice glass from Peter’s hands, catching his finger tips as he pulls it free and sparking heat up Peter’s fingers in return.

“For me? You didn’t have to,” Tony says, catching Peter’s startled glance with a too-wide smile.

He takes a wide gulp, only breaking eye contact to turn around and set the glass down.

Tony slaps the counter with a small, satisfied groan. “Delicious,” he says brightly.

Rhody rolls his eyes and turns back to his phone and eggs.

Peter stands still. The slap echos over and over again in Peter’s head as he flushes. Oh.

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WELL I said I was going to answer these on my phone and I did. Oops. Will edit and whatever on my computer tomorrow hahaha.

[optiwashere]

for the prompts, B-8. hit us with the good shit, boss

I'm just gonna make this one Asheera/Shadowheart since you didn't specify a pairing! Thanks for sending this one in 💜

You can send a prompt from this list + a ship or platonic pair, and I'll write a ficlet!

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B8. Non-sexual assisted bathing due to injuries/sickness (feat. my personal annoyances with healing magic being a cure-all)

"If you try to do this yourself one more time," said Shadowheart, annoyance sharp on her tongue, "I swear I'll have to keep you locked in the room."

Asheera groaned, tapping one of her tusks against the top row of her teeth in frustration. Everything about this situation was wrong. Her arm had been broken so badly while trying to build a barn next to their cottage that it would take a few days of continuous healing spells to ensure everything mended properly, and her broken leg was only given enough magic to ease the pain.

It would only be another week of this steady convalescence by Shadowheart's estimation. A fully concentrated heal spell ran the risk of fusing her arm in a static position, rendering it completely useless. The risk was even greater with her leg.

All in all, she felt completely and totally useless. She wanted to ease the burden from Shadowheart by at least bathing herself.

"I have one good hand, and I'm already in here," Asheera complained. "You can go relax. It's all right."

"All right? You could have fallen. You could have twisted your arm and ruined any chance of healing you have left." Shadowheart grimaced and soaked a sponge in the bath's warm waters.

"It's fine. I'll be fine, love."

"You and I both know that you'll be even more upset if you wind up unable to use your arm without a trip to a better healer than me. One that would have to regenerate it for you."

"It's all right, I can do this myself now. Go rest."

Shadowheart slumped on the chair next to the tub. Their little washing room beside their bedroom smelled faintly of lilacs that Shadowheart had recently planted in the garden, a perfume she carried on her hands and clothes most days. But that sweet Spring smell couldn't mask the obvious hurt on her face that Asheera saw.

"Why won't you let me do this?" asked Shadowheart.

"It's not like that—"

"You're allowed to help me free myself from the Dark Lady, yet I can't help you with this?"

Asheera reached out with her good arm, laying her hand over Shadowheart's now soaked by the sponge. She said, "You're helping me by healing me."

Her voice gentler then, Shadowheart whispered in the quiet room, "My love, I want you to know that I care for you like you care for me. Please, let me do this."

That admission struck Asheera harder than the fallen beam had when it crushed her arm. Shadowheart's distant look hurt more than her leg when it woke her at night. She gripped Shadowheart's hand and pulled it towards her, letting the soapy water cascade down her forearm. A layer of protective energy stopped her sling and splint from getting wet.

Asheera sat back in the metal tub and tried to catch Shadowheart's gaze when it wandered and eventually fell upon her. She waited a moment, saying nothing. Then, she nodded.

Shadowheart took her time with the soap and sponge and carefully washed away the grime that came from lying in bed for most of the day. A few muscles were tense from all that lazing, and Shadowheart massaged the knotting out with minor magic and deft hands.

It took far longer than a bath should have because Asheera muttered praises and thanks over and over. Over and over, she asked Shadowheart to work a strained muscle. Over and over, she reminded Shadowheart that this was not a one-sided love.

Finally, she asked Shadowheart if she would help her out of the bath.

Shadowheart offered her arm without a word.

[overland-defender]

22/10/2022 - The Sus-pense

It’s an obvious thing to say, but with time things do age and dependent on how they are looked after this aging can be slowed down or accelerated.  We’ve been pretty lucky with the 90 regarding mechanical failures, a lot of the preventative maintenance has increased longevity (in some areas) so i’ll always try to focus on new areas of upkeep.  Odometer: 104935 Going to replace all springs, dampers and the other items associated with this assembly. There’s enough walk through guides/videos online so i won’t go into detail . Dampers: Old Man Emu Nitrocharger Sport shocks and OME steering damper LD Springs: OEM LR (NRC9447, NRC9448, NRC9449 & NRC9446) Fittings: Galvanised Shock Absorber Turrets with fitting Kit - DA1186 Galv Rear Spring Seat Fitting Kit - DA1215 I’ll call it a day job as i like to take time, this truck had previously been fitted the Bilstein B8′s and they were pretty much near end of life and the springs were in fact the original ones fitted at factory so had seen better days. I got Amy (wife) to test drive as it’s her daily and she instantly felt the difference when cornering especially, the ride is slightly firmer but i’d expect this with brand new shocks and springs... maybe the 110 needs the same treatment? Speaking of the 110, the charge issue still remains but we are going on our honeymoon so it will have to wait until after to get fixed. 

[transmascpetewentz]

yeah, I dislike Netanyahu. He’s not based enough. The fact that there’s a single mosque left in Israel or that there’s a single building left standing in Gaza shows that he’s a pussy who doesn’t care about his people. There’s like 50 Arab countries, send those “people” there.

gr8 b8 m8, i r8 8/8. But seriously, it's super obvious to me that you're just an antisemite posing as a radical right wing zionist, like none of them would actually go out and say this. Find a job, or a hobby perhaps?

[gt-jar]

Hellooo For the ask game, how about A20 for your characters from TWAS, and for you how about B8 and B11?

(Please forgive me for not replying sooner. I know it's kinda shitty of me to keep asking for asks, but then taking months to answer them...)

The questions were from this ask game in case someone wants to look them up again.

B4) Not playing favorites, I like all of them equally :)

B6) That's a good question. Most of you probably thought I was going to say parental g/t, but honestly? I'm fine with writing it myself (just daydreaming about it works too). Don’t get me wrong, it still makes me happy when someone else uses that trope, but I'm not gonna go "Please someone write this! Where's all the parental g/t?!" etc...

It's my a niche and I'm completely fine with that ^^

And to be completely honest, I'm not carving any g/t content atm. There's this one story I really like so far (waiting for the 2nd chapter), but other than that I'm not looking for any (specific) g/t writing.

B8) It's kind of ironic that so many of you wanted to know what my favorite setting is, because I.... don't really care? Really, it all depends on the plot and the characters, when it comes to the setting I'm not picky at all. The only thing that comes to my mind (which is more a preference than it being my favorite) is that when it's a story about a giant and a human I like it more when the story doesn't take place in the modern world. Thinking too hard about the world building gives me headaches.

B11) So this one isn't about g/t writing and fanfictions and stuff?

Then I'm gonna go with Nils Holgersson (1980)

A20) And at last one fun fact about Noah & John :)

Noah: Contrary to what others (mostly adults) and Noah himself claim, Noah is actually good with kids.

John: At first I wanted to tell you John's love language, but go figure that out yourself (it's probably super obvious anyway).

So here's a fun fact of a different kind.

John's name was never supposed to be John. I only wanted to use it as a placeholder until I came up with something better, but then I didn't and I got used to it. Aaaand the name stuck. 0% original... but I think it fits him :)

(He also doesn't have a last name)

[autoboros]

what is ur fav coroika arc / match and why

(for me my fav arc is the Emperor arc and my fav match is vs Army)

I think my favourite arc and match would probably be obvious (Cough Ocho cough) but I would say that the Splatlands b8 arc is definitely my favourite. I just really loved seeing the Splat3 promo kids battling and interacting and all that. And I did also really enjoy the match against Wireglasses

Aside from the obvious though I do also really like just about everything from the OE arc to the finalfest with Hivemind and the Guardians

[onlythebravest]

a5, b7, c3, d8? <3

hii ash, and thank you!!

a5. Who was the first author you subscribed to?

I mean, I wouldn’t know. I unsubscribe sometimes and ao3 lists them in alphabetical order and not chronological. but, since I was on ff.net first and they do note when you subscribed, I can tell you that on July 31st 2012 I subscribed to NamelesslyNightlock. I doubt they were the very first though

b8. Is there a show or a book that you gave up on that you went back to later? Why did you come back to it? (just noticed I copied the wrong q)

yes, and multiple ones I’m sure. and why is probably bc it was talked about so much, it was recommended to me multiple times, and/or bc I really wanted to like it. it could also be a question of energy, life circumstances and age/maturity/skills. I know one book series I tried but gave up was bc the english was too hard, there were too many things I didn’t understand, I felt a bit stupid and therefore just gave up. six years later I picked it up again and that time I loved it

c3. Is there anything that makes you nope out of a story? What is it?

yeah, multiple things. if we go appearance wise, no proper paragraphs and only lower case are two things that make me leave the fic immediately. using ‘ instead of “ is difficult, but if the plot is good enough and so intriguing I forget that it’s using ‘ I can continue reading. when it comes to the story itself, really annoying characters, I can’t deal with that. acting like a child-child? no. not for me. to a certain degree, characterization. I’ve read a lot of fics where they’re completely out of character, but it still made sense in the au-context. something I do struggle with is, I don’t know how to put it without it sounding bad, but when it’s obvious when it’s written by someone really young? or at least inexperienced? idk, sometimes if just shows, and I know it does in my stories I’ve written too. but I struggle with that

d8. Which fandoms do you read fic for?

actively this very moment, only hockey rpf. then it’s one direction. but I’ve read fics from a bunch of different fandoms, hp, shadowhunter chronicles, acotar, mcu, ouat, twilight saga etc etc etc. I’ve also read fics from fandoms I don’t have a single clue about just bc I wanted to read more with a certain trope. but hockey rpf is the only active one atm, although I have a long 1D tbr from all my friends soo

ask a reader qs

[bhawk-goose]

I'd like to start by saying that I'm really bad at chess, so if you're very serious about chess you may not want to see this cuz I'll probably cause you physical pain with how bad my moves are. If you are super serious about chess but are also fine with that, pls read, I really wanna know how good chatgpt was when it wasnt' blatantly cheating.

now I'm playing chess against chatpgt, also allowing it to cheat without telling it. We've been playing chess normally and legally for a little bit, but already chatgpt has cheated for the first time on its 6th move. I'm for some reason keeping track of the stages of chatgpt chess. First is the legal phase, which in this case lasted all of five turns. Now is the semi-cheating phase, where chatpgt still makes some legal moves. This first cheat is pretty minor, just moving its bishop from f8 to b4 by jumping over a pawn at d6.

next move: this may have skipped semi-cheating and minor cheating, on its next turn it's already started making new pieces and combining cheats by moving its knight from g8(currently its knights are on f6 and b8) to d7. I would like to mention that the place it created its kinght at can't legally reach d7, but both of its preexisting knights CAN legally reach d7. I'm not going to stop it cuz that's not how this works but still.

next move: it's gone back to legal moves with pawn to a6. This is interesting, perhaps my previous model of stages which was based on vague memories of seeing chess youtubers talk about chatgpt was incorrect.

next move: it has returned to cheating in response to me capturing its bishop with my pawn perfectly legally. It was an incredibly obvious move, I'd just moved my pawn to a3, and its bishop was at b4, and it could've easily fled or captured my knight to put my in check(I could've captured back but still), but instead it ignored that, and now it's thrown a temper tantrum and moved its illegally created knight from d7 all the way down to b4.

next move: chatgpt has gotten a double kill by creating another fuckin knight ontop of my knight on c3, and used it to capture my pawn at d4 after I captured its pawn there. I'm not looking back until the end where I list out all the moves made so you can visualize it but I'm pretty sure chatgpt has moved a bunch of pawns in the legal phase as well as a bishop once, and now it's just been using knights.

next move: for the first time I'm starting my writing before I move. I'm nervous, since this is almost definitely going to lose me my queen, but I'm gonna capture its knight. Now writing about the response, somehow my queen is alive, chatgpt spared me, instead making a bishop at f8 and moving it to e7.

next move: I'm gonna start using all my first sentences to describe my move, I'm grateful for the mercy so I feel kinda bad but I know this won't last, so I'm going to take advantage of it while it lasts and continue my queen to capture another one of its knights, bringing it back down to a legal 2. Now after its move, thank god its mercy has continued, it's even making legal moves, it's castled kingside, there's nothing in the way, this is actually perfectly allowed, its king and rook haven't moved.

next move: now I feel especially bad cuz chatgpt's been keeping track of the moves in chess notation and the notation for kingside castling looks like a little face, I don't wanna hurt that, I'll just move it to a defensive position at d2. After the move, I think chatgpt has calmed down. It's actually being merciful. It's still blatantly cheating, but it's not slaughtering my army. It's just moving its knight from f6(where it actually is) to g6.

next move: so far chatgpt has been blind, so I'm moving my knight from h3 to g5 even though its bishop is on e7. Next move, I just feel bad now, chatgpt just castled kingside even though it's already done that and hasn't moved its king or rook since. I think its strategy is just to make me feel bad and resign, but it isn't going to work.

next move: I'm moving my knight to h7 to open up its defences, my hope is to move the knight back out now that it's open, move my pawn blocking my rook to another file by capturing a knight with it, then move my queen in to attack that area moving in directly next to the king for checkmate since other black pieces are blocking it everywhere except where my queen is, but my rook will be defending it. Chatgpt's too smart for that, it created a rook on h8 and captured my knight. It's still salvagable, it I can bait it into capturing my pawn I'll be able to recapture with my rook and that spot will still be open.

next move: I'm moving my pawn forward to make it seem threatening without putting it in reach of chatgpt's knight. It's responded by fortifying that position, it's moved its rook from f8 over its king to h8.

next move, that position is hopeless, I'm moving my queen from d2 to e2 so I can threaten its bishop, It's probably a bad idea but it's the only idea I have. Chatgpt has gone for an interesting move of getting its bishop out of the way by capturing its own pawn at d6.

next move: I'm going from a hail mary, I'm moving my queen to e8, putting chatgpt in check, the only way for it to get out of this legally is for it to remember it has a queen on d8 and capture, which would put my king in check, there's a reason I'm calling this a hail mary. I looks like I'm dumb, it actually found a legal defence, knight to f8, I got so focused on the top row that I didn't even notice the knight waiting on g6.

next move: I'm offering a draw, this is hopeless. Chatgpt accepted, IDK why, it could easily win, but it's a draw.

now for the list of moves:

I start by moving my knight from b1 to c3

chatgpt responds by moving its pawn from e7 to e5

I respond by moving my pawn from f2 to f3

chatgpt responds by moving its pawn from d7 to d6

I move my pawn from e2 to e3

chatgpt moves its knight from g8 to f6

I move my pawn from d2 to d4

chatgpt gets the first capture by moving its pawn from e5 to take my pawn at d4

I move my pawn from e3 to capture d4

chatgpt moves its pawn from c7 to c6

I move my pawn from h2 to h3

chatgpt makes the first illegal move with bishop from f8 to b4

I move my knight from g1 to h3

chatgpt creates its first new piece, making a knight at g8 and moving it to d7

I move my pawn from a2 to a3

chatgpt moves its pawn from a7 to a6

I move my pawn from a3 to b4, capturing chatgpt's bishop

chatgpt moves its knight form d7 to b4, capturing my pawn

I move my pawn from e3 to d4(I had to change a bit on my board I was redoing this on for this to work, so I may have actually cheated, IDK)

chatgpt gets an(in my opinion) iconic double kill by summoning a knight out of my knight like a chessburster and then moving it to capture my pawn on d4

I move my queen from d1 to d4 to capture chatgpt's knight

chatgpt becomes a pacifist for a bit and makes a bishop at f8 which it moves to e7

I move my queen from d4 to b4 to capture another knight

chatgpt castles kingside

I move my queen from b4 to d2

chatgpt moves its knight form f6 to g6

I move my knight form h3 to g5

chatgpt does nothing

I move my knight from g8 to h7, thinking I'm smart

chatgpt ends its pacifism by showing my just how stupid I am and making a rook at h8, which it moves to h7 to capture my knight.

I move my pawn from h2 to h3

chatgpt moves its rook back to h8 from f8

I move my queen from d2 to e2

chatgpt captures its own pawn by moving its bishop from e7 to d6

I move my queen from e2 to e8, putting chatgpt in check(apparently, I looked at the chat and I distinctly remember chatgpt moving its rook through its king, but I don't see that anywhere, so I'm just gonna say it's not check)

chatgpt moves its knight from g6 to f7, capturing its own rook.

I offer a draw

chatgpt accepts

here's a link to the conversation because for some reason I'm being very thorough with this:

[bayesianis]

The absence of a wedding ring is not a very informative sign of unmarriedness (of random people)

In the picture above, it would seem that there is a logical and, for many, familiar conclusion “no ring means not married,” but

There is nothing more deceptive than obvious facts.

and and there are several ways to prove the fallacy of this conclusion. (unfortunately, this article will contain neither a proper survey nor a neural network that would allow us to link the marital status of facebook users with the presence of rings in their photos)

Street observations

My observations on the Belarusian streets about the presence of rings on the ring fingers of adults:

the ring was on 57 right ring fingers out of 164 (34.8%)

the ring was on 33 left ring fingers out of 258 (12.8%)

among people in whom both hands could be observed, 35 out of 103 (34%) had a ring on at least one ring finger

(yep, I have a lot of free time, but this statistics is not as useless as it seems at first glance)

Based on Belstat data (pp. 20–22)

Among the adult (≥20 years old) urban population, depending on age and gender, the percentage of those who have never married or are divorced ranges between 80% and 6%, with an average of ~22%; In other words, 78% are married (*or are widows).

Let’s estimate the likelihood of married* people wearing rings. To get the upper estimate bound, let’s assume that none of the unmarried people wear rings on their ring fingers, then

P(ring | married) = 34/78 = 44%

This means that at least 56% of married people do not wear their wedding rings. Therefore, the probability of not wearing rings is at most 100/56 = 1.79 times greater among unmarried people than among married people.

Thus, the absence of a ring is surprisingly not a very informative sign of unmarriedness. So, a reader familiar with the theory of probability, applying Bayes’ theorem, will find that finding that an adult of indeterminate age has no rings on his ring fingers, we can, at best, change the confidence in his unmarriedness from 22% to 30%:

Forum observations

https://www.reddit.com/r/AskWomen/comments/xw4kp6/married_women_how_often_do_you_wear_your

Among married women on Reddit:

Always wear wedding rings 19

Except for certain situations (such as being at home) 16

Rarely worn 9

Never wear 5

In other words, ~70% are worn on the street regularly; ~30% do not wear regularly

Even if 100% of unmarried people don’t regularly wear rings on their ring fingers, that’s only 3.3 times more than married people. Translating this through Bayes’ theorem into changes in confidence: at best, 22% turns into 48%, which again is not particularly informative.

You can find such discussions on russian forums, and nowhere is it found that the vast majority of married people wear rings: https://www.google.com/search?q=%D0%BD%D0%BE%D1%81%D0%B8%D1%82%D0%B5+%D0%BB%D0%B8+%D0%B2 %D1%8B+%D0%BA%D0%BE%D0%BB%D1%8C%D1%86%D0%BE+site:www.woman.ru

https://le-milady.livejournal.com/1141715.html

https://lady.webnice.ru/forum/viewtopic.php?t=19227

https://www.babyblog.ru/community/family/post/3053197

https://www.gorko.ru/topic/3749/

There is a poll here: https://www.stranamam.ru/post/843327/#comments (78% of married people wear it), which gives an increase in confidence at best from 22% to 56%.

So can Sherlock prove that a person is single by the absence of a ring?

Actually, the answer is yes, but this requires additional knowledge about the person: Sherlock can know all the (main) reasons why married people do not wear rings (poverty, allergies, beliefs…) and exclude them in case of a particular person, and “When you have eliminated everything that has more probable alternatives in the light of the sum of the relevant observations, whatever remains, must be the most probable truth, no matter how implausible it may have seemed before the data was collected”.

[swanprompts]

300 DIALOGUE PROMPTS

This is a rebloggable version of my prompt list at my writing blog. This has 105 prompts from my old list and 195 new prompts.

IF YOU USE THESE PROMPTS IN YOUR OWN LISTS, CREDIT @swanimagines !!

LIST A - GENERAL/FUNNY

A1. “Can I take a picture of you?”

A2. “Where do we sleep now?”

A3. “Be quiet, they’ll hear us!”

A4. “I cooked for us! Or tried to cook…”

A5. “Can you explain why my phone is up there?”

A6. “Ugh, people are so weird.”

A7. “Wait, who?”

A8. “But I can’t draw!”

A9. “Your forehead has sauce on it.”

A10. “Stop snoring! You sound like a chain saw.”

A11. “C’mon, you need a reason to get out of here and I have one.”

A12. “No, nooope. I won’t do it. Nope.”

A13. “Do you mean I have to touch that?”

A14. “Wow, a great idea, but I’d rather die.”

A15. “Oh there you are! I thought you had melted through the floor.” “I had plans to do that but then I called them off.”

A16. “I’m trash, just not that kind of trash.”

A17. “Always nagging, aren’t you? Every time I hear your voice, it’s in a language called nag.”

A18. “It’s 6pm, the fridge is mine until 7pm, so… shoo!”

A19: “What’s this?” “I bought you binoculars because now you get to look at them better… or you could go talk to them.”

A20. “I’m gonna hit you.” “What?” “Ugh, that came out wrong.”

A21. “I’m okay. I’m perfectly fine. Yeah… okay, I’m not fine.”

A22. “If you wait for tomorrow, tomorrow is coming. If you don’t wait for tomorrow, tomorrow is still coming.”

A23. “I’m not yelling, I’m discussing with you with a loud voice!”

A24. “Tell me something. Do I look like a bunny?”

A25. “Maybe that secret is that your mom is really a time traveler.”

A26. “Too bad, I wanted to see some ghosts.”

A27. “Not that song, turn it off now!”

A28. “Is this the Heaven?” “More like Hell.”

A29. “Hey keep it down there, I’m trying to sleep!”

A30. “Please don’t use my toothbrush again.”

A31. “Hey, calm down, it’s not so bad…” “Calm down? There’s a riot going on in my bathroom!”

A32. “It’s alright to be a bit crazy. At least a minute of craziness in a day keeps the doctor away.”

A33. “I thought you had left.” “I’d leave without tasting this sandwich? It would be a sign of insanity.”

A34. “The Great King/Queen/Ruler of Food is here again.”

A35. “What can I do… they just love Mr. Bunny.”

A36. “Wait, do we have a permission to do this?”

A37. “As long as that is on my wall, I swear I’m not going to sleep.”

A38. “Pillows? Pfft. Who needs pillows?”

A39. “That’s what you get for being such a dummy.”

A40. “You really need a haircut.”

A41. “You should keep that to yourself.”

A42. “Oh, how could I not say yes to that?”

A43. “Hi and bye!”

A44. “Well, what did you expect?”

A45. “Kick that door down.”

A46. “I’m not drunk!”

A47. “That’s not a stupid idea, it’s an idiotic idea.”

A48. “You’re the type of person who laughs at their own jokes.”

A49. “Oh, I didn’t know you had guests.”

A50. “Oh, are you looking for [insert name]? They’re probably setting themselves on fire right now.”

A51. “Don’t be scared.”

A52. “Did you just smile?”

A53. “Would you wanna go for a walk?”

A54. “My lights are flickering, it’s the infamous Ghost of the Living Room.”

A55. “This cookie is my spirit animal.”

A56. “Don’t be boring, dance with us!”

A57. “You should keep that candy behind locked doors. I might eat the whole bag otherwise.”

A58. “What’s your password?”

A59. “My backyard is not a waterpark.”

A60. “I think you should talk to them.”

A61. “I wish we had more time to chat.”

A62. “You’re smiling.”

A63. “Do you even know how to laugh?”

A64. “Well, it’s busted, no can do.”

A65. “I know what you think.”

A66. “At least I smell good.”

A67. “It happened a long time ago.”

A68. “What exactly should I be looking at?”

A69. “Why your shirt was in my fridge?”

A70. “Argh, don’t you guys ever use Google?”

A71. “I think you’re overreacting.”

A72. “Do you like board games?”

A73. “But it’s so cold!”

A74. “You should really learn to read some books.”

A75. “Wait, I know where your pants are.”

A76. “There’s no one there, dumbass.”

A77. “A fly has been harassing me for weeks.”

A78. “Be honest, do I have to keep this shirt?” “No?” “Dammit!”

A79. “Not my kid, not my responsibility.” “It’s a dog!” “No, it’s your kid.”

A80. “Sorry, I’ll be late.” “Why is that?” “A cat has been sleeping on me for an hour.”

A81. “I’m still bored.”

A82. “I recognize liars when I see them.”

A83. “Well, books usually have text on them.”

A84. “This is the perfect day to piss [Name] off.”

A85. “Get me their phone. Then we’ll talk.”

A86. “Because you’re so young.”

A87. “Hello, I am your servant today, what can I get you, oh Almighty?”

A88. “Why are you hiding?”

A89. “Why are we hiding?”

A90. “Why you would wanna live in a dumpster?”

A91. “It’s snowing!”

A92. “They’re late. Again.”

A93. “My bathroom smells like someone put a fish into my toilet.”

A94. “Don’t tempt me.”

A95. “You know how much I like chocolate.”

A96. “Stand back, this might get ugly.”

A97. “I can’t believe the way you got them arrested.”

A98. “Wait - did you just agree with me?”

A99. “Nah, dying would have been boring.”

A100. “Can’t you have fun for once in your life?”

LIST B - LOVE/FRIENDSHIP/COMFORT

B1. “You’re being shy with me, aren’t you…” “No I’m not!” “Yes you are!”

B2. “You make me feel free.”

B3. “You’re cute when you try not to blush.”

B4. “I might be having feelings for you, I’ve had them for a while.” “Yeah right.” “I’m serious.”

B5. “It’s true. I’ve loved you ever since I got to know you - and even if you don’t feel the same, I’m willing to accept it.”

B6. “What if I told you that there’s a surprise for you outside?”

B7. “Everything is okay now, I’m here, I’m here.”

B8. “My world was black before you came into it.”

B9. “Did you do all this… for me?”

B10. “Did you really think I’d leave without a kiss?”

B11. “I didn’t know there’s a feeling like this.”

B12. “You’re the first person who has understood me.”

B13. “I’m not the person you want in your life.” “Yes you are.”

B14. “People change. And I’m not who I was before. I’m sorry for what I did.”

B15. “Do you… maybe, want to go to grab a coffee with me sometime?”

B16. “I really like you! Uh… I didn’t mean to blurt it out like that.”

B17. “I know this isn’t very romantic, but…” “It’s romantic enough for me.”

B18. “I’m not like everyone else, you deserve someone better.” “There isn’t anyone better for me than you.”

B19. “What are you doing?” “Showing you how much I love you.”

B20. “Will you make me happy forever?”

B21. “I didn’t know you’re ticklish… this is going to be fun.”

B22. “Your bed could be more comfortable than me.” “Nah, I’m good.”

B23. “You guys are so cheesy it’s disgusting.” “Why, thank you!”

B24. “Can I sleep with you? I need someone by my side.”

B25. “You’re so warm…” “You’re so cold.” “Mmh, that’s why I like your warmth.”

B26. “You’re special to me.”

B27. “Are those my… aaargh gimme those back!”

B28. “I’ve been gathering my courage to talk to you for so long and now… I did it.”

B29. “It’s obvious you like them.”

B30. “Crushing hard, huh?”

B31. “This is the place we first met. And now here we are, years later.”

B32. “Awww, is this you?” “Gimme that!” “No! You’re so cute, look at those pants!”

B33. “You cleaned my house for me while I slept?”

B34. “Wait, did you just call me cute?”

B35. “You’re my only friend, but you’re also the best person in the world.”

B36. “I’ve been in love with you all this time.”

B37. “I care about you, maybe more than I should.”

B38. “Because I love you, you idiotic mufflehead!”

B39. “Honestly, I didn’t believe in strong friendships before I met you.”

B40. “Maybe that’s the reason why we’re friends. You’re as dumb as me.”

B41. “Is that a blush I see?”

B42. “Do you want to go out with me?”

B43. “We’re friends, you can tell me anything.”

B44. “You look like you need a friend.”

B45. “Ah, ah, no tickling! Or no kisses.”

B46. “I made you dinner.”

B47. “I lit up candles and everything, you deserve to relax.”

B48. “You want it, I’ll get it. Don’t try to stop me.”

B49. “You’re the only one that makes me go cheesy.”

B50. “Here, take my umbrella.”

B51. “I think I’m in love… with you.”

B52. “You bought roses for me?”

B53. “Dance with me.”

B54. “Marry me.”

B55. “Babe, we’ll travel the world together.”

B56. “I’ve talked to you once and I already know I’m going to fall in love with you.”

B57. “I heard [name] has a crush on you.”

B58. “You look amazing.”

B59. “Best friends will stand together, even through the harshest of waves.”

B60. “I’ll continue doing this until you smile.”

B61. “Can I hug you?”

B62. “I have always loved you.”

B63. “Don’t worry, you look beautiful.”

B64. “Your flirting is so bad it’s adorable.”

B65. “Do you have to get up? I was just getting comfy.”

B66. “Stooooop, you’re making me blush!”

B67. “Uh-uh, I won’t let you leave without a hug.”

B68. “I’ll be watching over you.”

B69. “I bought you chocolate.”

B70. “I dreamed about kissing you.”

B71. “You’re my best friend, and always will be.”

B72. “Am I dreaming or did you just say you like me?”

B73. “Your smile is beautiful.”

B74. “Have I ever told you how cute you are?”

B75. “I’m with you. I’m home.”

B76. “I would have never believed that one day we’d be so close.”

B77. “We’re friends, right? Friends stick together.”

B78. “I’ll always be here, whenever you need me.”

B79. “You smell nice.”

B80. “I’ve loved you since day one.”

B81. “You built a pillow fort for us?”

B82. “You saved me.”

B83. “You always manage to make me laugh.”

B84. “Thank you for being there for me.”

B85. “Why do you care?” “Because I love you!”

B86. “Do you think of me as a friend?”

B87. “I think I have feelings for them.”

B88. “I’ve tried to forbid myself from falling in love, but now I can’t help it.”

B89. “I can’t believe we’re still friends. I thought we’d grow past the fart joke part.” “What, fart jokes are the best!”

B90. “Good morning, want some breakfast?”

B91. “I’ve missed you so much.”

B92. “Are you cold? Here, take my jacket.”

B93. “I’m gonna dare you to kiss [Name].”

B94. “Oh my god, you like [Name]!”

B95. “They’re in love with you.” “Oh shut it.” “I wish you noticed how they look at you.”

B96. “Breakfast in bed? You’re spoiling me.”

B97. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you.”

B98. “Nobody is perfect. That’s what makes you special.”

B99. “I want you to be happy. You’re worth it.”

B100. “I don’t know how, but you always make me feel happy.”

LIST C - ANGST/ANGRY

C1. “I don’t want to feel anything anymore.”

C2. “I was there… and I didn’t do anything. I’m never forgiving myself for that.”

C3. “It’s none of your business.” “It’s my business if you cry because of me.”

C4. “Let go.” “I can’t.”

C5. “Leave. I don’t want you here.”

C6. “I never loved you.”

C7. “You were never there for me.”

C8. “You did that choice. Not me. You’re in this alone.”

C9. “You left me!”

C10. “It’s time you got to know how it feels to be betrayed.”

C11. “You appreciate some people only after they’re gone.”

C12. “I was willing to stay here with you until the end, but it was you who told me to stay away.”

C13. “No, you don’t have the right to come back to me and pretend that everything is okay again!”

C14. “You disgust me.”

C15. “Fine. If this is how it’s gonna be, then fine. I’m leaving you.”

C16. “They’re not coming back.”

C17. “I failed you. I failed everyone.”

C18. “You’re not worth it.”

C19. “How dare you stand there and tell me you still love me?”

C20. “I was an idiot to ever trust you.”

C21. “I can’t move on, and I don’t want to.”

C22. “I’m disgusted with myself that I once thought of you as my friend.”

C23. “They were my everything, and now they’re gone.”

C24.  “It was you who broke our promise.”

C25.  “You’re my friend.” “I have better friends than you ever were.”

C26.  “I honestly want to set you on fire right now.”

C27.  “There’s no one else to blame anymore, you made sure of it. It’s all on you now.”

C28. “I feel like there’s nothing waiting for me anymore.”

C29. “Tell me I’m wrong. Just say it.”

C30. “I love you, but I wish I didn’t.”

C31. “I hope you grow up one day. But I’m not going to be there to see it.”

C32. “What if I’m in too many pieces now to fix myself again?”

C33. “And here I thought that you’d keep your promises for once.”

C34. “Goodbye. Don’t come back.”

C35. “If this is love, I don’t want it.”

C36. “No one never stays, no one ever cares about me.”

C37. “Please, make it stop...”

C38. “It just feels like I can never let go... even if I try.”

C39. “I love them too much. And that always makes me go tumbling down the hill.”

C40. “I can’t do this anymore.”

C41. “Fuck you! Get out of my house!”

C42. “You’re not welcome here.”

C43. “Don’t expect me to fix things you broke.”

C44. “You always lie to me.”

C45. “Could you try stopping thinking like a machine and listen with your heart?”

C46. “I’ve never felt like this about anyone, but with you? I hope life will be torn apart on you.”

C47. “I wish you nothing but pain.”

C48. “I can’t take this any longer.”

C49. “You were my best friend, and you let me down.”

C50. “Forgive you? How could I ever forgive you for what you did?”

C51. “Don’t you dare close your eyes!”

C52. “I can’t feel the pulse.”

C53. “I can’t believe how I ever was a friend of such a toxic person.”

C54. “Everything reminds me about them. I just want to forget them, wipe them out from my life.”

C55. “I’ll be happy once you’re gone.”

C56. “Don’t give me those crocodile tears.”

C57. “You’re wrong, I have never loved you.”

C58. “Go to hell!”

C59. “I want you gone. Now.”

C60. “Oh, now my opinion matters? I wish we had never met!”

C61. “I’ll always hate you.”

C62. “You broke the promise. Again.”

C63. “I’d punch you if you were worth it.”

C64. “Nothing has changed in you, even when I wanted to believe so.”

C65. “Let go of me!”

C66. “Don’t touch me, you filthy scum!”

C67. “You did a bad thing for a good reason.” “But is it worth it if they died because of me?”

C68. “We’d/We’ll never get our happy ending.”

C69. “You’re never changing, are you? Always a dickhead.”

C70. “You’d never understand.”

C71. “I’m dying.”

C72. “I loved you years ago. But that feeling is long gone.”

C73. “I’m happier without you.”

C74. “I don’t even know who you are anymore, how do you expect me to love you?”

C75. “You abandoned me when I needed you the most.”

C76. “Do you think you could just magically waltz back into my life after everything you did?”

C77. “I waited for you for years before I finally found someone who won’t abandon me like you did, and now you come back and think we could be together again?”

C78. “There won’t be “us” anymore.”

C79. “You’ve lied to me all this time.”

C80. “I’m a monster.”

C81. “You’re a monster.”

C82. “Don’t hurt me!”

C83. “I’m leaving you.”

C84. “Please don’t go.”

C85. “I’ll never forgive you.”

C86. “No no no no, stay awake! Please!”

C87. “I don’t want to lose you too.”

C88. “Walk away and don’t come back, or I’ll fucking kill you.”

C89. “We need to get to the hospital!”

C90. “I know you hate me.”

C91. “Oh, so that’s what you think of me?”

C92. “I’m going to sleep on couch tonight.”

C93. “It’s my fault they’re dead.”

C94. “Don’t give me that bullshit, I know what happened!”

C95. “Give me one reason why we should still be together.”

C96. “If you had ever loved me, you wouldn’t have put everything else above me.”

C97. “You said you’d support me with this, but here we are.”

C98. “Why are you even here anymore? Just leave!”

C99. “I’ll be forgotten.”

C100. “Death doesn’t let you say goodbye.”

[strikerandoverachiever]

Chapter 168 Image Spoilers

Ok, so first things first, chapter 168 of Blue Lock is available in Korean here: https://manatoki125.net/comic/11765055?artist=%EB%85%B8%EB%AC%B4%EB%9D%BC+%EC%9C%A0%EC%8A%A4%EC%BC%80&artist=%EB%85%B8%EB%AC%B4%EB%9D%BC+%EC%9C%A0%EC%8A%A4%EC%BC%80&spage=1

And now, let’s get to it!

First of all, we get Kunigami asking Isagi why he passed to him, saying he never asked him for a favour and Isagi replying with “Not really... I just wanted a result that could be understood as a number... It's not for you, Illusion Hero, (but) for me.”

Then, it goes on with Isagi saying neither her nor Kunigami could score alone and when Kunigami asks him “Was the answer an assist”, there’s actually a close up of Kunigami’s eye and personally… I think he looks sad, telling Isagi that he’s dead as a striker now.

But then, Bachira shows up and I believe he says “That was a nice goal!”, down, at the bottom left.

Then, we get the Isagi-Bachira interactions that I adore, because they’re just so positive!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Continuing Bachira’s line from above, Google Translate says “Isn't this what the guy who got the pass would say... “ which I think is supposed to mean Bachira was expecting that kind of commentary from Kunigami; it’s obvious he’s been playing for the other team…

He also says “I don't blame you very much. This is the goal Isagi made.” Then, he too asks Isagi why he passed to Kunigami instead of Kaiser, to which Isagi replies that he didn’t want to be Kaiser’s… “horse”?? (I think the translation is a bit wonky here…😅😂) Then, he adds that Kunigami’s left foot was the only element on the team that he knew and that… he took on the challenge of focusing on it?? I think this is about Flow.

After this, when Bachira reaches out his hand to Isagi, he goes “Let's meet as a goal-seeking egoist, Isagi”, to which his friend replies with “I'll catch up with you soon..” and then, they shake hands upon it!

And the Ness drops in like a shark out of nightmares, to wreck it all.

Ness: “Ignoring Kaiser and passing to Orange Macho Man with a low probability... A selfish play that lacks even the slightest amount of rationality.”

Him and Isagi almost have a go at it, as you can see; and Bachira’s right there, all confused in the middle of it, I feel sorry for him!😂😅😂

After Ness asks Isagi to explain himself, I think Isagi answer by saying “But it was mine and Kunigami's goal that won. The numbers prove that.. That's the team's philosophy, isn't it?” Not sure what Bachira is saying at this point, but Ness replies with “This team belongs to Kaiser. Don't you know?”

To all of this, Isagi replies with “Then I'll make this team mine, sucker shark.”

HA, what did I just say?! 😂😂

ON 👌🏻 POINT 👌🏻 ISAGI 👌🏻!!!

Then, Kaiser intervenes, in order to get his lapdog back under control: “You can't, Ness. If you make a mistake, you should definitely say "I'm sorry". Sorry Yoichi, I was looking down on you.

…Something tells me that’s NOT a sincere excuse from that overbearing wannabe Emperor…

On the next page, still Kaiser: “Pierrot is ridiculous. Let's do a better role!” (Bachira, in the background: “No fighting!”; like I said before, Bachira should just let them have at it!)

Then, I think Kaiser says Isagi is a “goal stealing thief” and dubs him “Kunigami’s minion”, I think?? This part is a bit unclear, but what is not unclear is that expression on Bachira’s face whose finally realising that Kaiser and Ness are both nasty and just looking for trouble (and there’s a valid reason for the tension between Isagi and them; he’s properly seeing what his friend has to deal with for the first time, poor guy!😂)

In reply Isagi goes: “Then… I'll give you a part too... How about the Naked King who lost everything to me?”

And Kaiser, as you can see, looks delighted: “What is that? I'm very excited♪”

Who deigns to grace them with his presence now?

Ego.

“” 1st match, good job, New Heroes. How are you? What is the taste of the walls of the world? "

As you can see, his lines are as EPIC as ever: “What is the taste of the walls of the world?” Who even talks like that?? You can tell somebody here worked on Attack on Titan!!😂😂

Then, Ego calls the world of pros “a chair grabbing game”; maybe he’s talking about musical chairs?

I guess so..🤔

Moving on, he adds: “In each organization, there is a water called “philosophy”; reason, freedom, discipline, there is more than one way to survive in that water. Complaining that the water doesn't fit, and dying from suffering…Did you adapt to survive or dye it in your own colour?”

-On a side note, I love this page with the fish in the background and I’ll elaborate on why in a separate post, so I can rant about it fully, cuz this blog is already too long!-

The next page reads: “First of all, running away is also one of the options. If it doesn't work out, running away is sometimes the best way.” There is some more text on it, regarding the new rankings, I believe, though I’m not sure.

One key aspect to note here is that Ego refers to that lump of money assigned to a player as their “salary”, according to Google Translate; now, I don’t know whether that same term will be used or not in the official translation, but if it’s accurate, that changes the game plan, in my view, because I’ve been treating those 17,000,000 ¥ as if they were Isagi’s transfer fee or at most, his market value, but for that to be his salary… that’s a different game, isn’t it?

“It is under the supervision of football club owners around the world and all your plays are checked.[…] Prove your worth with the highest bid among them! This is the new ranking system!”

Talk about PRESSURE!

They really must be meaning to turn them “unpolished gems” into diamonds with how much of it they’re applying!!

At least this has given me ideas for two more separate blogs, minimum, so look forward to those!😉😄❤️

[edie-baby]

Edie-Baby Prompt List (First Edition)

Requests are open, and there will probably be hella prompt lists coming out in the next few weeks (I have over 17 pages on Docs of dialogue prompts)

A1 - “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone screw something up that fast before.”

A2 - “I’ve never told you that before.”

A3 - “You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

A4 - “You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.”

A5 - “Where have you been all my life?” “Hiding from you.”

A6 - “Abort mission, I repeat abort mission.” “What? Abort what mission? All you were doing was introducing yourself to your neighbour?” “Yeah, and they’re too attractive. I can never speak to them again.”

A7 - “At least I kept my promise.”

A8 - “I saw you looking at it last time we were in the store together, so I got it for you.”

A9 - “...Did you just sniff me?”

A10 - “I hope you find it someday.” “Find what?” “Whatever it is you’re looking for.”

B1 - “If it means anything, I love you.”

B2 - “Because I fell for you, isn’t it obvious?”

B3 - “All I’ve ever wanted was a place to belong. Somewhere I could call home. And you gave me that. Because you are my home.”

B4 - “We’ve been by each other’s sides for years, you think I’m gonna leave now?”

B5 - “I think I’m falling in love with you.” “I think I’m okay with that.”

B6 - “For the most part, I am, in fact, an idiot. But I fully admit to it, which should count for something.”

B7 - “You’re telling me you believe in love at first sight?” “I’m starting to.”

B8 - “You said you wouldn’t fall in love with me.” “I lied.”

B9 - “Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it.”

B10 - “How long have you had this planned?” “Since the moment I fell in love with you.”

C1 - “Of course I noticed, I notice everything about you.”

C2 - “I hate that I let you convince me to do this.”

C3 - “What happened to your hand?” “I hit it on something.” “On what?” “Your ex’s face.”

C4 - “I’ve been thinking-” “Uh-oh.”

C5 - “If I survive this, I’m killing you.”

C6 - “I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”

C7 - “I’ll be back in an hour or so, okay? Just stepping out” “Yeah, okay. Call me if you need anything. Love you.” “You what-?”

C8 - “Do you hate me?” “I want to.” “But do you?” “...I can’t.”

C9 - “What is wrong with me? Even when you tell me you hate me, I can’t find it in my heart to hate you back.”

C10 - “I never stopped loving you. I think I’m physically incapable of it.”

D1 - We got married on the playground in kindergarten and it’s something we’ve joked about for ages but now I look at you and think maybe, just maybe, I’d like to try it for real.

D2 - Everyone always said we’d get together, and we always laughed it off, but lately, I’ve stopped laughing, and I think you’re probably going to notice soon.

D3 - You asked me out in like third grade, and I honestly forgot about it immediately, but apparently you did not, because you just introduced me to someone as your significant other. Hey, no, I’m not complaining.

[rigelmejo]

Ok so, reading 寒舍 again and wow do I recommend it even if you’re a weak beginner-intermediate reader like me. It IS hard to read but it’s also so good. It’s a supernatural pingxie au, where Wu xie became a photographer after college, went traveling, went broke on the trip, crashes in a small town at the humble abode Menyouping rents out. Wu xie is the only tenant, paying day by day rent, Zhang Qiling basically gives him free room and meals because Wu Xie sucks at getting a temp job. Wu xie keeps saying he’ll pay, but Zhang Qiling is like “not an issue.” Finally wu xie gets a job at a clothing shop, but a ghost ends up attached to him thinking he’s her missing daughter that was murdered. She tries to smother wu xie to death. Zhang Qiling intervenes, they don’t quite address what happened. The clothing shop meanwhile gets less busy after tourist season and lets wu xie go because he missed work without notice (aka a ghost tried to kill him, got in his head and trapped him in her past life memories and tried to talk her through moving on and grieving, as Zhang Qiling fought the ghost in real time). So wu xie is jobless again living rent free at the humble abode, Zhang Qiling worries wu xie is going to get killed because he seems to attract monsters, and wu xie just went to take photos of the crab apple blossoms. Turns out, a movie is shooting, and someone tries to yell him out of the park. Then who arrives, the gorgeous actor? Why XIAO HUA of course.

Also, it should be noted the way the story is told is So cool... wu xie gets dreams/weird dizzy spells and sees flashes of ghosts memories, and of things happening he’s not a part of... then at other times the narrative bounces between wx or Zql to the case-oc plot scenes like last one was a flash of comments on a handsome man’s profile pic, and wu xie dreaming himself/a man is reaching out to touch that man - and now I’ve realized it’s Xiao Hua. Just the way the writing mixes close character perspective narrative, with the slightly eerie blur between what’s real or a hazy dream or happening somewhere else, is so cool.

Anyway here’s where Xiao Hua shows up, because I’m loving it. Then below is a machine translation from DeepL. 1. Because I don’t have time right now to translate it myself (but it IS better in the original, it flows so GOOD I love this writing style). 2. I heard DeepL does much better machine translations then the other sites so I’m testing it out compared to what I actually read.

“你们在做什么？”吴邪话音未落，便看见一个穿着粉色长衫的男人娉娉婷婷的走了过来。虽然用娉婷这个词来形容男人或许有些不妥，但是那张俊美阴柔到连女生都自愧不如的脸，实在是比这满园的海棠还要姣美三分。

“爷，这小子赖在这儿不走，我怎么说他都不听。”刚才还凶神恶煞的汗衫男立马换了副嘴脸，点头哈腰的笑着。

目光落在吴邪%e8%83%b8`前的相机上，那男人挑了挑纤细的眉毛，柔声问道，“你是记者？”

“你想多了。”吴邪已经认出了这样倾国倾城的男人究竟是谁。是说，除了这两年演艺圈里炙手可热的解语花，谁还能有这么大的架势。

“你是本地人？正好，我这些天要在这里拍MV，我们剧组找的向导突然有事请了假，你能来暂时替他帮我们个忙么？不会很忙的，主要就是带我们去些景点。”解语花慢悠悠的说着，“工资日结给你。”

本打算老实承认自己不是本地的，但是当听到最后那句时，吴邪立马点了点头。开玩笑，天上难得掉个馅饼下来，自己已经欠了张起灵不少房费和伙食费，可算是能还上了。

“爷，这不合规矩啊！”那衬衫男瞪了吴邪一眼，还想阻拦。

“我就是规矩。”解语花轻轻的笑着，可是说出的话却没有一丝温度。“吴邪，跟我来。”

“我告诉过你我的名字么？”疑惑的看着解语花，吴邪觉得自己的心莫名的悬了起来。

“没有么？谁知道呢。”解语花并没有再多说什么，自顾自的走向了那边已经等得炸开了锅的摄影地。而那个汗衫男瞪了吴邪一眼，赶紧亦步亦趋的跟了上去。

带上了STAFF的工作证，吴邪突然有一种似乎回到了两年前的感觉。自己已经很久没有过‘同事’这个概念了，看着身边忙的满头大汗的工作人员，吴邪无所事事的站在遮阳棚下四处张望。

刚才那个汗衫男果然是场务，大家都管他叫邱哥。虽然表面上大家都对他毕恭毕敬的，但是吴邪能看出来大家眼神里的鄙视。另一个给解语花补妆的女孩子叫小七，是解语花的助理之一，看上去年纪虽然不大但是做事很细致，小小年纪就能跟在一线明星身边，看样子应该有些本事。

其他人吴邪看了个大概，都没记住命字，反正自己平时也就只需要和场务还有助理打打交道，其他人认不认识无所谓。

不过要是现在没自己的事的话，是不是能先去照两张啊？吴邪看着漫天飘舞的海棠花瓣，趁着没人注意自己，刚想举起相机对着那海棠照几张，镜头前突然变得漆黑一片。

“现在不能照相哦小同志~”虽然是很有磁性的声音，但是吴邪却总觉得这调子轻挑的很。放下手中的相机，只见一个穿着一身黑衣还戴了个黑墨镜的人，正站在自己的镜头前，刚那一片漆黑，估计就是��墨镜的镜片。

自己只是穿了件衬衫都觉得热，这个男人长袖长裤就算了，还全是黑色？吴邪看着他被墨镜遮挡了大半的脸，额角一丝汗水都没有，脸色也丝毫不像有热的感觉。

不是吧，又大白天见鬼了？吴邪赶紧揉了揉眼睛在心里开始自我催眠，但是那男人并没消失，依然笑意盈盈的站在自己面前。

“你是谁？”既然不是鬼，那只能说这个男人有病了。吴邪同情的看了他一眼，不知冷热的人真可怜。

“嘿嘿，我和你一样，都是这里的临时工~”并没在意吴邪眼神里那明显的同情神色，那男人笑得依旧轻佻。

“嗯，我叫吴邪。”听着临时那两个字，吴邪对眼前的这个男人总算有了些好感。

“小天真，下次不要轻易把名字告诉陌生人哦~~”神秘莫测的说完，那男人就笑着走开了。

吴邪听着他的话突然莫名的打了个冷颤，抬头看了看依旧灿烂刺眼的阳光，转过头找着那男人，却发现他站在离解语花不远的地方，嘴角那轻佻的笑里，似乎还多了些别的情愫。

娱乐圈里果然盛产怪人。

打了哈欠，吴邪搬了张小椅子坐了下来，要不是为了今天就能结下来的工资，自己才懒得在这里浪费时间。虽然说解语花确实是红得发紫的大明星，又是演员又是歌手还会唱花鼓戏，人气高的快要赶上珠峰 ，可是自己对他实在是不感冒。

远远地看着解语花穿着戏装走在漫天的花海里，一颦一笑都充满了余韵悠长的柔美。粉红色的海棠花瓣散落在他的肩头，像是在与他低声的细语呢喃。名花不解语，无情也动人。解语花这个艺名起的，倒还是真是衬他的人。

百无聊赖的打了个哈欠，吴邪撑着下巴，不知不觉的就闭上了眼睛。

“你看，这是你最爱的海棠花，我怕它的颜色褪掉，就用血泡了三天然后风干，你看，是不是比之前更好看？”◇思◇兔◇網◇

“你知道么，从我第一次见到你开始，就爱上了你了，这个世界不会有比我更爱你的人了。”

“可是你为什么却像是看不到我呢？你的目光为什么不能停在我的身上呢？”

“我知道你平时唱戏吊嗓子会很累，你看，这是我特意给你做的花茶，里面也有那些海棠干花，混着我的血，喝起来一定会很甜的！”

“解语花，我爱你，我爱你——”

—

"What are you guys doing?" Before Wu Xie's voice could be heard, he saw a man in a long pink shirt Lovely as a painting walk over. Although it might be a bit inappropriate to use the word picturesque to describe the man, but that face that was so handsome, so beautiful that even girls were ashamed of themselves was really three times more beautiful than this garden full of begonias.

"Master, this brat is relenting on staying here and won't leave, no matter what I say he won't listen." The man in the changshan who was fierce just now, immediately changed his face, nodding and laughing.

With his eyes falling on the camera in front of Wu Xie`, the handsome man raised his slender eyebrows and softly asked, "Are you a reporter?"

"You're overthinking it." Wu Xie had already recognized who such a noticable man really was. That is, who else could have such a big presence other than the hotly-anticipated Xie Yu Hua in the showbiz for the past two years.

"You're a local? I'm shooting a music video here these days, and the guide we're looking for has suddenly taken a leave of absence. Can you cover for him for a while? It won't be very busy, mainly just taking us to some sights." Xie Yu Hua said slowly, "The daily pay will be paid to you."

Wu Xie was going to honestly admit that he wasn't a local, but when he heard that last sentence, Wu Xie immediately nodded. Joking aside, it was rare for a pie to fall from the sky, and he already owed Zhang Qiling quite a bit of money for the housing and food, so he was eager to be able to pay it back.

"Master, this isn't according to the rules!" The man in the shirt glared at Wu Xie and tried to stop him.

"I am the rule." Xie Yu Hua laughed lightly, but the words spoken had no warmth. "Wu Xie, come with me."

"Did I ever tell you my name?" Confused, Wu Xie felt his heart hanging inexplicably as he looked at the undecipherable flower of a man.

"No? Who knows." Xie Yu Hua didn't say anything more and walked on his own towards the photography spot over there that was already waiting to explode. And the guy in the sweatshirt glared at Wu Xie and hurriedly followed in his footsteps.

With his STAFF work permit on, Wu Evil suddenly had a feeling that he seemed to have returned to two years ago. It had been a long time since he'd had the concept of 'colleague'. Looking at the busy, sweaty staff around him, Wu Xie stood under the awning looking around idly.

The man in the sweatshirt just now was really the field service, and everyone called him Brother Qiu. Everyone called him Brother Qiu. Although everyone was respectful to him on the surface, Wu Xie could see the contempt in everyone's eyes. Another girl who was patching up Xie Yu Hua's makeup was called Xiao Qi, one of Xie Yu Hua's assistants, who looked like she was not very old but was very meticulous in her work, and at a young age, she was able to follow a top-tier star, so it looked like she should have some skills.

The other people, Wu Xie looked at a general idea and didn't remember the destiny words, anyway, he usually only had to deal with the venue and the assistants, it doesn't matter if the others recognize him or not.

But if you don't have your own things to do now, can you take a couple of photos first? When Wu Xie looked at the begonia petals floating in the sky, while no one was paying attention to himself, he was just about to raise his camera to take a few pictures of the begonia flowers, when the lens suddenly became pitch black.

"Can't take pictures now oh little comrade~" although it was a very magnetic voice, but Wu Xie felt that this tone was light and provocative. Put down the camera in your hands, only to see a person wearing a black shirt and also wearing a black sunglasses, is standing in front of your own lens, just that piece of darkness, presumably is the lens of his sunglasses.

He just wore a shirt, must be all hot, this man had long sleeves and long pants even, but also all black? Wu Xie looked at his face, which was mostly covered by sunglasses, with not a trace of sweat at the corner of his forehead, and his face didn't look like it was hot at all.

No way, seeing ghosts in broad daylight again? Wu xie quickly rubbed his eyes and began to hypnotize himself in his mind, but the man didn't disappear and still stood in front of him with a smile on his face.

"Who are you?" Since it wasn't a ghost, it could only mean that the man was sick. Wu Xie looked at him sympathetically, it was pitiful to not know whether he was hot or cold.

"Hey, I'm a temporary worker here just like you~" not caring about the obvious look of sympathy in Wu Xie’s eyes, the man's smile was still frivolous.

"Well, my name is Wu Xie." Hearing the word temporary, Wu Xie finally had some good feelings for the man in front of him.

"Little naïve, next time don't easily tell your name to a stranger oh~" after the mysteriously inscrutable words, the man laughed and walked away.

Wu Xie suddenly shivered inexplicably at his words, looked up at the still brilliant and blinding sunlight, turned around to look for the man, but found him standing not far from Xie Yu Hua, and there seemed to be something else in that frivolous smile on his lips.

The entertainment world really is full of weirdos.

Yawning, Wu Xie moved a small chair and sat down, if it wasn't for the salary that would be settled today, he wouldn't have bothered to waste time here. Although it was true that Xie Yu Hua was a big star, an actor, singer and flower drum opera singer, whose popularity was about to catch up with that of Everest, he was really not interested in him.

From afar, He watched Xie YuHua walking in the sea of flowers in his costume, his every gesture and smile full of a long, soft charm. The pink begonia petals are scattered on his shoulder, as if they are murmuring with him in a whisper. A famous flower does not speak in decipherable language, but it is ruthless and touching. The name of the artist name of "Clearing the Whispering Flower" is really a match for him.

Yawning in boredom, Wu Xie braced his chin and closed his eyes without realizing it.

"Look, this is your favorite begonia, I was afraid of its color fading, so I soaked it in blood for three days and then dried it, look, isn't it better than before?" The internet read.

"You know, I've been in love with you since the first time I saw you, and there won't be anyone in the world who loves you more than me."

"But why is it like you can't see me? Why can't your eyes stop on me?"

"I know you usually get tired of singing and hanging your voice, look, this is a special herbal tea I made for you, it also has those dried begonia flowers mixed with my blood, it will taste very sweet!"

"Unbreakable flower, I love you, I love you-"

Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)

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*ok I lied I edited the machine translation a bit, because wu xie’s name Translated as Wu Evil and also a few glaring errors in sentences I couldn’t stand to see and had to fix. Wu xie also translated to Wu Wu lol. And the gender issue Mtl’s usually have happened with this one too - he switching to her, etc. Positives of this Mtl DeepL - I think it KEPT most of the words and details instead of omitting (a big problem I have with Baidu Translate is it often summarizes and shortens/cuts out descriptive lines), most of this reads similar to how it did in chinese just rougher word choice. Also it handled the perspective thing ok - this author often does “I myself should take this job cause muself feels screwed otherwise” with ziji a lot, or like a line is a person sort of mentally talking to themselves like “you see a chance, take the picture!” DeepL handled those in a way I can actually notice easily.

ALSO SUNGLASSES SHOWED UP

Also I love how Xiao Hua is an actor here, but he still absolutely feels like a Threat underneath the surface.. just like in dmbj.

The purple text is a great part that shows how this websites Mtl actually preserved the nice descriptions.

And the end part is the writing style that I meant - wu xie gets tired, and it’s like his conciousness goes to this or else the scene Shifts to this scene. And then the following dialogue is just words coming out, maybe in wu xie’s mind, maybe in his dream, maybe on a phone screens comments. You can’t quite tell at first, until later when the narrative will tell you what it was. It’s such a cool way of imtroducing the unsettling moments, the building up of the case arc plots.

Also this is a supernatural fic so who knows if Sunglasses is even human in this ovo)/

Genuinely though like. If you want a link just message me. (Or look in my older posts tagged 寒舍 , rec list, I’m sure I’ve mentioned this link before o3o )

[doomsdaydicecascader]

As an extension of your comment on the scarf, them going to be together in the end feels like the most obvious hammered in thing, due to shit like Terezi's negative reaction to Vris' name despite being over her apparently, PQ focusing on it, and the fact that they are literally the only singular ones there and are opposite each other (Meatrezi and Candyska).

yeah. its so telegraphed and its so like. it is b8 first and foremost and nothing could possibly stack up to the reunion in [s] terezi: remem8er so why fucking bother

i say this but hs2 could conceivably run forever so “endgame” doesnt really seem like a thing at all 

[dramarising-replacement]

naaah I like the current submits and what admins let thru as it is. not sure if they filter out anything regarding what's a subjectively bad confession already, but if people wanna ramble about last week's dirty laundry, trigger word, or whatever you think is old or obvious b8 m8, then they should and and I'm here for it when it's public. ppl will respond to a good salt if it's actually worth talking about. stay mad fam

[kenhoward]

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