#It's terrible but it's better than that other long-ass title I had

[ghouljams]

I DONT KNOW WHY, but bewitched by laufey awfully reminds me of knight ghost with princess reader

except the song would be ghost's pov

abso-fucking-lutely you're right on all of that. Here's the bewitching:

If you'd told Ghost that he'd be called on to be the crown princess's personal guard, he would've laughed. He would've told you he was hardly interested in such an "honor" and that he's sure her most royal brattiness must have better prospects to scare off. Surely you must have been such a petty handful that the other knights offered the position had declined, leaving him next in the long line.

Although, it was flattering to hear he was even in consideration. He'd sure worked his ass off to be the best of the best. Making something out of nothing but a failing title thanks to his father's- Well, the man was a better father 6ft underground than he'd ever been in life, and that's all he really needed to say on it. Ghost didn't think much of the summons. He couldn't ignore it, of course, but that didn't mean he had to take it seriously. He could run a little late.

Ghost's pace is slow as he walks through the castle. Admiring the architecture, he told his escort, who looked far less than pleased with that answer. He did his best to stall, hopefully the princess would be fuming by the time he arrived and he could be dismissed easily. No muss, no fuss.

Uneven footsteps race down the hall behind him as he and his escort turn the corner. He pays it no mind, likely a maid, no reason to pay them mind. Until they slam into his back and bounce off. He turns, wide eyed, in time to see you fall on the floor, landing hard on your ass with a pained expression. It doesn't fit such a pretty face. Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, and Ghost has to shake himself out of staring at you. His escort has already scurried ahead to see about buying him some time.

"You alright?" Ghost asks, helping you to your feet. You wobble a little, he keeps hold of your hand to keep you steady. "You broken?" He tries, brow furrowing at your changing height as you shift on your feet. He doesn't know you, he certainly wouldn't be here if he did.

"No," You lift your foot, and Ghost glances down, one of your feet already in just a sock, "but, I'm afraid I'm running terribly late." You tell him, glancing behind you and pushing your hair out of your face as you unlace your remaining shoe.

"Maybe I can help you, where-" Ghost watches as you tug your shoe off and shove it against chest.

"Hold that please," He blinks, and takes the heel from you, judging by your clothes you must be of high status. He's never seen a lady running around barefoot before. "Now if you'll excuse me, Sir Knight, I really am in a rush, and I have a baron hot on my tail attempting to hold me hostage another hour still."

Another glance behind you, one Ghost leans to check for as well. You must be quick to have outrun a man he can't even see the sweat of. He wonders if you lost your other shoe somewhere along the way or if you, perhaps, threw it at the baron to buy yourself some time. That look in your eyes is wickedly clever when it meets his again. You nod to him once and slip around him to take off running again.

"Wait, I'm-" Ghost stops, and sighs watching you slide around another corner. "The fuck am I supposed to do with this?" He grumbles to himself, tossing your shoe to his other hand as he walks. He'll pass it off to his escort once he meets up with him again. He's pretty sure he went the same way you did.

The escort looks rather harried when he spots him in front of the reception chamber's doors. Big fancy things that have guards waiting to open them on either side. His escort enters to tell the King and Queen that the newest guard candidate has arrived. Ghost tries not to eavesdrop.

"I haven't needed an escort since I was a little girl I'm-"

"A flight risk," The Queen says firmly

"I'd hardly call running from a daft old man a flight risk," The King grumbles. Ghost chuckles a little to himself. His escort slips back out of the throne room to tell him they're not quite ready for him. Which seems strange considering how much time they've had to prepare.

A maid exits one of the nearby rooms with a pair of slippers and something clicks in Ghost's head. Despite his escort's best attempts at stopping him, Ghost enters the throne room with the maid, and watches your sweet face fall as silence covers the royal family. The maid too, it seems, doesn't know what to do.

"Sir Simon Riley," Ghost announces himself, "I was called about being her highness's personal guard."

"It seems you've already run into each other," The Queen's lips purse, eyes on the heeled shoe in Ghost's hands. He offers the offending shoe to the maid, and takes the slippers.

"This is really-" You whisper to him, Ghost hums, slips the silk slipper onto your foot. You swallow, try again, "I'm sorry to have troubled you, I can't imagine how you must think of me."

"Briefly," He tells her. You're still standing at the bottom of the steps to the throne; apparently having had time only to argue with your parents, not take your seat, in the time between bumping into him and getting here.

"Sir Riley," you start.

"Ghost," he corrects you, "if I'm going to be your guard, I'd like you to call me Ghost."

"Ghost," you start again, not even a hint of annoyance in your voice. Actually, you sound a little embarrassed. It's cute. He likes how easily you give in to him. "I'm sure you'd find this position terribly boring, and a waste of your many talents."

Ghost drops to one knee, and pats his thigh, you quickly raise your foot to settle on him.

"I mean, I'm really not the flight risk my mother thinks I am, and I hardly think you want to accompany me on diplomatic excursions-" he holds your ankle to slip the new house shoe on "-or trips into town. Wouldn't you rather be off, I don't know, fighting marauders and dragons?"

"What do you think knights do, princess?" He smiles, setting your foot on the floor and prompting you for the other one. "It's my privilege to serve you, one I'm enjoying so far."

You feel heat brust over your cheeks, finally taking in the man in front of you. This man is a trained combatant and yet here he is helping you put your shoes on. Christ, you'd literally run into him, and now he was. Why was he treating you so nicely, he should be laughing at the idea of serving you.

"No," He murmurs back, "You can't imagine what I think of you." He stands as you settle your foot back on the ground, and takes your hand, bowing his head to kiss the back of it. "But, rest assured those thoughts are good, my lady."

#acts of service acts of service acts of service #wow princess u sure take orders really fucking readily for someone in a position of power #just with Ghost huh? wonder what thats about #cod x reader #simon ghost riley #x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #knight!Ghost #princess!reader #medieval au #i fucking adore natural subs and i think its fun putting them in positions of power sue me #this one doesnt hurt i hope you all enjoy the fluff

[fadedncity]

wc: 2.5k

pairing: hades!johnny x persephone!reader

cw: smut, greek gods!au, husband!johnny, fem!reader, pet names, teasing, use of titles (king, queen, your majesty), oral sex (receiving), fingering, body worship, finger sucking, riding, mating press, lil bit of praising, creampie, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, lowkey dumbification

song rec: won’t by tanerélle | aphrodite by rini | in a week by hozier | 7th heaven by quin

"Where is she?"

"Where she always is."

Johnny's long legs carried him in long strides through the palace, bursting through the doors at the end of the corridor.

The moment he stepped outside, he could already feel your warmth radiating through the entire garden, looking much more lively than in the past six months.

Johnny found himself out here more often than not with the wilting flowers and dying trees, longing for your return just as he had. Now, life was coursing through the entire garden, the tall standing trees rustling in the breeze, flowers blossoming all around his feet. He could feel your presence growing stronger the further he walked. 

When he finally spotted you, you had your back to him. And Johnny could already feel his heart hammering against his chest.

Just laying eyes on you, it seemed his lungs were finally able to intake the oxygen around him a little easier.

Without even looking away from the plants you were bringing back to life, you spoke,

"What did I tell you about those boots in my garden, John?" 

Johnny looked down at his feet and then at the trail of scorched earth behind him. 

"Sorry," he mumbled. He kicked off his shoes and continued toward you. 

You finally turned around, and Johnny felt like it was the first time again. You stood from the dirt, your long dress flowing around you and slightly waving in the wind.

Johnny's arms were immediately around you, pulling you to him.

Your heart had ached for this man for half the year, and it almost felt like your chest would explode, finally being in his arms again.

You ran your hands up his arms to his shoulders, one of them cupping his face. 

"Hi." Johnny's heart melts at the way your eyes sparkle at him. 

Johnny sighs, nuzzling his face into your touch, "Hi." 

"Six months have felt like an eternity away from you, my love." 

"I know. It's been hell here without you."

You laughed, "That joke doesn't get any better, babe." 

"It made you laugh, though," Johnny grinned. 

"Because it was terrible. Leave them to Mark," you patted his chest. 

"Fine." 

. . . 

Anything he needed to do today was quickly pushed back to tomorrow at least, Johnny not wanting anything other than to be with you right now. 

Your feet mindlessly swayed in the air as you lay on your stomach face to face with your lover. You rest your chin on Johnny's chest, studying the details of his face as if they would have changed much in the past few thousand years you've been married. 

"Have you been sleeping? You look tired," you frown, noticing the dark circles around his eyes. 

"I'm fine," he told you. The look in your eyes was enough for him to know you don't believe him. "I've just been working a lot, that's it. And it's kinda hard to sleep when you're not here."

You sat up on your knees before swinging one of your legs over his waist to straddle him. 

"I'm sorry about that, baby," you pout, caressing his face. 

"You should be," Johnny teased, pecking your lips, "But now you can make it up to me," he whispered. 

"Anything for you, my King," you teasingly whispered back. 

Johnny's hands on your waist moved down to cup your ass. You slide one of your hands over the silky material of his shirt, grab the back of his neck, and deepen the kiss. 

Johnny's hands fell to your thighs, slowly pushing the skirt of your dress up. A shiver ran down your spine, your stomach coiling from excitement. Johnny slipped his tongue into your mouth when you dragged your hips against his, trying to relieve built-up pressure between your thighs.

Your back met the mattress, your head lying against the pillows as Johnny's body occupied the space between your legs. 

His hands wandered all over your body, cupping your breast, squeezing your thigh; it was all too much but not enough.

Johnny's lips traveled down to your neck, softly kissing you there. He bunched up the fabric of your dress in his hands, pushing it up to your hips. He bit and sucked your skin, making his way down your body. 

"So, so beautiful," he mutters between kisses down your stomach.

Johnny touches you like he doesn't have every inch of your body memorized already; as if it were his first time with you.

He pushes your knees apart, settling between your legs. He slowly kisses his way up your inner thighs, digging his nails into your skin when he hears the faintest whimper or whines fall from your lips.

With a subtle wave of his fingers, your panties are discarded to ashes. Any other time you would've chastised his use of his powers, but you couldn't care in the slightest.

Johnny's predatory gaze falls to your pussy, only a few inches away from his face. 

"You gonna let me taste you, sweetness?" 

You eagerly nodded, "Please, Johnny," you said so faintly it was almost a whisper. 

Johnny smirked, lowering his head and flattening his tongue against your lips. You moaned, rolling your hips into his mouth. He teasingly circled your slit with the tip of his tongue before bringing his attention to your clit. You lifted your hips off the bed, raising them against his face before Johnny held your hips, keeping them pinned to the bed.

"Patience, baby. 186 days, I've waited for this. To have you again," he placed both your legs over his shoulders, giving your thighs more kisses, "So, I will take my time if I please."

He ran his tongue through your folds, your juices reminding him of sweet nectar on his tastebuds. Your eyes rolled back, bliss written all over your face as you lost yourself in the pleasure he was giving you. Johnny wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves, resulting in your back arching away from the bed. 

You brought one of your hands to his head, fingernails lightly scratching his scalp.  

"Gods, John, please don't stop."

Johnny moans into your pussy in response. Your legs threaten to close around his head, but he doesn't give them a chance to, hooking his arms under your thighs and keeping them apart to allow him to continue to eat you out like a starved man.

The one thing Johnny wishes he could do for the rest of his immortal life, it's to give you pleasure. The sounds you make, the look on your face, the way your body trembles, all of it; Johnny wishes to be the source of it all for the rest of time. 

"Johnny—fuck. Always make me feel so good," you whine. 

"You wanna cum for me, baby?" 

"Yes, m'so close," you mumble, nodding. 

You could feel yourself nearing the edge before finally falling over. A loud cry of Johnny's name bounced off the walls, surely heard by the palace staff everywhere. 

Even after already cumming, you couldn't help the thoughts running rampant in your head, feeling your skin burn under his touch as he lapped at your folds. It aroused you, even more, having him use his strength against you, knowing he can't hurt you even if he tried.

He left you with one last kiss on your knee before he sat up. You lazily watched your husband begin to undress. He noticed your eyes on him and teasingly undid the buttons of his black silk shirt slowly. You sat up, the fatigue from your first orgasm no longer existent. A smirk was planted on your face as your eyes drank in the man before you. 

Johnny could see from his spot at the foot of the bed the lust swirling around your irises and practically smell your arousal seeping onto the bed sheets. 

Getting impatient, you slide off the bed and stand in front of Johnny, hooking a finger in the belt loop of his pants, tugging him closer. Your lips meet in a messy, desperate kiss, your teeth and tongue clashing. 

You slide his shirt off his shoulders before running your hands down his chest, letting yourself get refamiliarized with his body, having missed feeling his skin against yours these past two seasons. Without breaking the kiss, your fingers blindly undo his pants until they end up on the floor along with his shirt. 

Johnny's hand snaked around your back, pulling you flush against him, untying the laces until the front of your dress fell. He kisses your shoulders as he slips the material off your body, leaving you naked before him.

Johnny wastes no time touching and kissing your body, worshipping you as the goddess you are. 

You push him back onto the bed, Johnny's eyes practically turning black as you get on top of him. You sink your teeth into your bottom lips, feeling his cock between your folds. You couldn't resist the urge to drag your hips against his once again.

"I need you so bad," you whimper, your slick dripping onto his cock.

"Yeah, baby?"

"Please, Johnny."

"Whatever my Queen wants, she gets," he tells you before lifting you out of his lap and lining his cock up with your entrance. 

Lowering yourself onto Johnny's cock, you're refamiliarized with the feeling of him splitting you apart in the best ways.

"You feel so fucking good," you utter. 

"Gods, you're so wet, sweetheart," Johnny groans, fingernails digging into your skin. 

You grin, lifting your hips before sinking back down onto his cock. 

"It's all for you, baby," you slowly start to ride him, unable to resist how good it feels to be so full. 

Johnny can't tear his eyes away from your face. Loving the way you lose yourself in ecstasy. 

He lifts his hips to meet yours, and your eyes roll back into your skull. Too focused on how good it feels, you wrap your arm around his shoulder to balance yourself as you bounce in his lap.

Johnny's hands were all over you while his mouth traveled over your chest, biting, kissing, and licking your skin.  

You tangle your fingers in his hair, bringing his lips back to yours. When you broke the kiss, Johnny's thumb softly edged your bottom lip, silently asking for entry. 

You enthusiastically suck on his thumb, coating the digit in your saliva before he slips his hand between your bodies and starts rubbing your clit. 

"Johnny," you gasp, "Fuck, I can't. John, I'm gonna-" Johnny slamming up into you, cut off your words.

The room seemed to grow warmer, the fires lit around the room burning brighter. 

"Come on, baby. I know you wanna cum," Johnny rubbed coordinated circles on your clit with his thumb, "Be a good girl and cum for me," the vibrations of his voice shot straight to your core.

Your cries and moans were music to his ears, mixing with the sound of skin hitting skin. The knot inside you snapped, and Johnny felt your pussy choking his cock, sucking him deeper into your warm wet heat. 

"Fucking hell," Johnny clenches his jaw. 

You bury your face into Johnny's neck, allowing yourself to catch your breath. 

You lift your head from his neck and rest your forehead against his. 

"I love you," you whisper against his skin, kissing his face. 

"I love you," he groans as you start rolling your hips again.

"Please, fuck me, John," you begged, "Remind me who I belong to."

Johnny threw you onto your back and pushed his cock back into you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, unable to get enough of him. 

"It would be my pleasure, your majesty," he leaned down and met your lips in a kiss, slowly drawing his hips back before easing back in. 

You feel every inch of him, stretching you open, fucking you nice and deep.

"More, more, more, Johnny, please!" you lift your hips to meet his. 

Your husband grabbed your legs, placing them over his shoulders, folding you in half as he plowed into you. 

The tip of his cock reached so deep inside, you could feel him in your stomach, rightfully rearranging your guts.

You found yourself gripping onto the sheets, pillows—anything you could get a hold of, all the pent-up longing you've held onto all this time being released after finally being reunited with your love. 

You felt yourself losing more and more control as you drowned in pleasure. Vines wrapped themselves around the headboard, flowers miraculously blossoming across the room. 

Johnny's chest blooms with pride, knowing he's the only one with the ability to make you feel good enough you lose control of your powers like this. Your whimpers and whines were as sweet as a prayer on his ears. It makes him slam into you harder, faster. 

If you were mortal, your muscles would've screamed in relief when he lowered your legs from his shoulders but kept your knees close to your chest. His thrusts never falter, continuing to pound into you. 

Your pussy clenches around his cock, feeling even tighter than before. The way he messily snaps his hips into yours, pistoning his cock in and out of your sopping hole, you knew that knot inside of him would break sooner rather than later. 

Johnny watches your pussy and swallows his cock, taking him so well.

"Gods, I've missed you," he muffles your moans with his lips on yours, "And this pussy. You were fucking meant for me," he growls, his cock twitching against your gummy walls. 

"Johnny," you whine. 

"What is it, my love?" he slows down but continues his deep strokes. 

"Please, baby, I wanna feel you," you plead.

"Cum with me," he tells you before bringing his thumb back to your clit, sloppily circling the bundle of nerves. 

Your toes curled, and your fingernails dragged across Johnny's skin, hard enough to leave red streaks on his arms. 

You could barely keep your eyes open, slowly blinking up at the man above you as your body approached another climax.

"That's my girl," he hums, "Cum for your King," his eyes glimmer red.

His last words toppled you over the edge, euphoria flooding your entire body. Your orgasm sent Johnny into his own, warm ropes of his cum spilling into your messy cunt. 

You whimper against Johnny's lips, feeling empty as he pulls out of you. He lays beside you, grabbing one of your legs and placing it over himself to keep you close. Neither of you caring about the mess of bodily fluids and flower petals all over the bed. 

"Fuck, I've missed you," you crash your lips into his. 

You pull yourself up into Johnny's lap, his hands holding your waist. You grab onto his hair, making him crane his neck up at you as you slip your tongue into his mouth, your lover sucking on the wet muscles. 

You both pull away, catching your breath but staying close enough you're sharing the same oxygen. 

"You really aren't trying to waste any time, huh," he asked, nudging your nose with his. 

You shake your head, wrapping your arms around him.

"186 days. I've wasted enough." 

a/n: I know it's been a minute but seriously life has been fucking crazy and exhausting so, sorry about that. but thank you for reading and feedback is appreciated <33

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[yanderecrazysie]

i need more yandere cheater tamaki..

PLEASE 😭😭🙏

Ofc, ofc, my precious anon! 

Title: None of Your Concern

Pairings: Tamaki Suoh x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, swearing, Tamaki is once again an asshole

Summary: Tamaki can’t move on from you, even though it’s his fault you left.

“Get your bitch ass off of my phone

Please leave me alone

I am not your girl anymore

You need to watch your tone”

From “None of Your Concern” by Jhene Aiko

It’s a terrible feeling, the moment your life falls apart, shattering like glass.

You had never liked Tamaki being in the host club, but you had grinned and beared it as best you could. He had been so excited to start it with his friends that you couldn’t help but admire his enthusiasm and had given him the go-ahead, as long as he didn’t go too far with the girls.

You hated sharing your boyfriend with all of the other girls in the school. You hated seeing him acting like he was enamored with every girl who sat as his table.

You had stopped attending the host club shortly after it was created, unable to stand watching your boyfriend feed other girls cake and compliment them, calling them “princess” just like he did for you. He was understanding and apologetic, reminding you that the other girls meant nothing to him. That it was all just an act.

Despite the tugging on your heart and the way your stomach twisted unpleasantly, you believed him.

Until now.

One of Tamaki’s hands lay seated on another girl’s back, pulling her closer into the kiss he had clearly initiated. His other hand delicately cupped her cheek, so much gentler than he had ever treated you. 

Your bag, which had been slung over one shoulder, slipped and hit the ground with a loud THUMP. The two broke apart, still gazing into each other’s eyes. 

“Kyoya, I told you not to bother me,” Tamaki said crossly, not looking away from the other girl for even one second.

A small sob bubbles up from your lips before you can stop it. You had felt so numb that it took even you by surprise. Tamaki’s eyes dart over to the door and he freezes. You can see the horror seize him and you could tell his brain was working furiously, trying to come up with an excuse that you would buy.

��Princess Suki just wanted… I mean…” You could hear the panic in his voice as he searched for the right words, the words that would magically make this okay. You both knew better- knew that there was nothing he could say anymore that would fix his mistakes.

“Don’t bother,” you managed to say through the massive lump stuck in your throat, “Just…” words fail you, but the meaning is clear. You want nothing more to do with Tamaki Suoh.

You turned on your heels and ran from the room. Only when you’re far enough away from the classroom do you let the tears fall. 

You’re plagued by “what ifs” and a mountain of “whys”. You found yourself thinking back to the girl Tamaki had been kissing. It’s because she’s prettier, isn’t it? Did she have something I didn’t?

Your phone buzzed to life with a text. “Can we talk?” You ignore it. “Please?” A few moments of silence graced you before your phone began to ring. You sent it straight to voicemail.

By the time you made it home, your phone had 13 missed calls and dozens of texts. You put your phone on silent and placed it on the nightstand, getting straight into bed. It’s way too early to go to sleep, but you feel as though you’ve run ten marathons. You fell asleep without changing your clothes and awoke to hundreds of texts and about 50 new calls.

You decided to give yourself a day off from school, not ready to face Tamaki or “Suki”. It was a Friday, so you would have the weekend off as well. Your head seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and you had trouble lifting it from the pillow.

You gingerly sniffed your clothes and winced at the smell of sweat. A shower was desperately needed. You hurried off to the bathroom and strip, waiting for the running water to turn from freezing cold to a scalding heat, just the way you liked your showers. 

A knock sounded at your door. You weighed your options and ultimately decided to ignore it. You weren’t expecting any visitors. It was probably just a door-to-door salesman or something.

You slipped into the shower, instantly warmed by the hot water. You let out a pleased sigh as the heat hits your head and back. The knocks at the door became more insistent.

Now that you were in the shower, there was no way you were hopping right back out. You resolved to just take a quick shower and figure out who was at the door after that. Whoever it was could wait, right? But now you had the nagging worry in the edge of your mind that there might really be an emergency.

The knocking continued intermittently throughout your short shower and you hurriedly dressed, half-stumbling to the door and flinging it open once you were decent. There, on your doorstep, with puffy red eyes, was Tamaki Suoh. 

You immediately slammed the door in his face.

“(Y/n)! Please open the door! I’m so sorry, I made a horrible mistake! Please take me back! I… I can’t live without you.”

You had expected to feel guilty or sad, but instead a cold indifference froze over your heart. “Get off my property or I’ll call the police.” Tamaki tried to protest, but your icy voice informed him, “I’m serious.”

You watched through the frosted glass as he reluctantly retreated, figurative tail between his legs. You felt a rush of satisfaction, immediately followed by a wave of sadness. All you could do was bury your face in your hands and sob into them.

—---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

It was an accident, really it was. 

Tamaki had been using Kyoya to pass on messages after you threatened to get a restraining order on him. Kyoya clearly thought it was stupid, but he always seemed to obey Tamaki.

Except now..

Lips pressed together in bliss, his hand on the small of your back, pulling you close just like Tamaki and Suki. This time it was Tamaki’s turn to walk in on the two of you.

You weren’t cheating on him, but you still felt the warm satisfaction of revenge as Tamaki stared at the two of you with disbelieving eyes. His eyes filled with tears and he wasn’t shy about letting them fall from down his cheeks, gathering under his chin and dripping to the floor below.

“How could you?” His voice was choked up, just like yours had been. Serves him right, you think savagely.

“I’m not yours anymore, Tamaki. I can do whatever I want,” you snap at him, cold as ice.

Tamaki’s face goes blank, tears still dripping from his eyes as he glares at Kyoya.

You weren’t his, huh?

Well, he could change that.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere one shot #one shot #yandere ohshc #yandere ouran high school host club #ouran high school host club #yandere tamaki #tamaki suoh

[lifewithdavefarts]

DaveFarts - Episode 25 “Endurance Test” [Episode List] Tim gets a bit too cocky and challenges his gassy friend by (jokingly) doubting of his farting skills. Dave, whose farts are being as powerful as usual, if not more, gladly accepts the challenge.

This story was originally requested by StraightFartGods.

POV: Tim

The weather outside, despite being warm, wasn’t the best so our plans for the night, being a group of friends who’s starting to surrender way too easily (it’s because once you’re past 25, you get instantly old), we all decided to stay home, our respective homes even, so Dave and I ended up alone. We don’t mind that much.

Dave likes going out way more than me (though it’s not like I don’t know how to have fun) but he too cherishes some good, safe alone-time to recharge social batteries: we’re much more similar than we’d like to admit, which is why we get along so well. They say we’re “the odd couple”, but I think that weirdos simply attract each other naturally, even though they can look very different at first.

“Alright.” Dave said, walking into the living room. He was dressed as if we had to leave, so a grey shirt and a pair of good old dark blue jeans, slightly loose because he untied his belt. “I’m starving.”

“Pizza?” I simply asked.

“The day I’m gonna answer ‘No’ to that is the day you’ll know a skinwalker took my place.”

The power of pizza.

Even though we didn’t actively plan for it, the night slowly morphed into a “movie night”, just the two of us on the couch eating pizza and watching a cheesy, manly, toxic action movie that we can recite by memory because of how many times we watched it: “Bullet Gore”. Now that’s a title!

“Your face is history.” the male hero said, right before turning somebody’s head to bits with his shotgun.

We cheered as and had a sip of beer as if our baseball team scored the match point and enjoyed the unnecessary but fun gore sequences of the film.

“Too bad they ruined everything with the sequel.” Dave commented.

“Aw come on. It’s worse, but not that bad.” I replied.

“Never watched and never will.” he stated, taking a good sip of beer.

By the time the movie was halfway done (it was a surprisingly long flick), I had to turn up the volume because of some noises next to me making me difficult to hear what the characters were saying.

Indeed, Dave started farting, the way he does during nights like these, with pizza and beer acting as fuel for his already incredible talent. He was resting both his legs on the small table in front of the couch, his denim ass facing the TV, so I didn’t have a proper full view of it. I could, however, hear every single blast echoing in the room, with the terrible scent immediately following each thunder.

I would love to say that he was doing this because of my kink, but this is actually what being Dave’s close friend means: you better get used to his farts, because he’s gonna just casually do it in front of you whether you like it or not. He wasn’t even acknowledging that he was ripping one every few minutes, huge ones nonetheless, though once or twice he did snap his fingers to get me to turn to him, so I could see his smirk as he ripped one. Once again, he does this with our other friends as well, but he does seem to put some extra “care” into the teasing part because he knows I actually, well, like it.

But everyone’s got limits: the farts were huge, not overly long, but incredibly stinky. Even for my standards, it was getting a bit… stuffy in there, so I actually went for it.

“I know this is weird coming from me, but… can you tone it down a bit?”

Dave slowly turned to me with a serious, surprised face, and effortlessly replied by ripping a loud, almost wet one, renewing the stench he was immune to. This time it was one of his longer ones, around 7 seconds long.

“Sorry, I can’t hear you.” he managed to say while farting. “Did you say something?”

After the fart ended and a few moments of silence (ignoring the TV), I opened my mouth to speak again, but my friend’s ass spoke first, emitting another loud, long rip.

Dave gestured to his ear and slowly shook his head, as to say the he still couldn’t hear me, as if we were in a loud nightclub, but the only music piercing through my own eardrums was my bro’s loud fart.

That ridiculous scene actually made me laugh like an idiot, while also giving me the hardest boner so far of the night.

9 seconds and the rip was over.

“So, I did it.” Dave said. “You’ve been healed. I blasted your kink out of you.” he joked.

“Please…” I played along. “Those were like… low-tier farts, for your standards.”

“True.” he playfully admitted. “So don’t tempt me.” he threatened. 

I hated that I found that… hot.

“I’m n-not… I’m just s-saying that the entire room smells like, I don’t know, rotten beer? Is t-that even possible?”

Dave laughed. “If only there was something or someone who could fix this!”

“What are you implying…?” I asked.

“Well…” Dave sat normally on the couch. “I assumed your lungs were better than this. But apparently you just can’t handle my power.” he said, with a cheesy smirk.

“Oh…” I got what he meant. “Well, maybe I’m not complaining because of you’re farting too much.” I leaned closer to him, as if we were doing some shady business. “Maybe I’m complaining because you’re not farting enough.” I dared to say.

My friend replied with a surprised laughter. “Are you seriously challenging me?” he didn’t sound offended or disgusted, just amused. But he can get cocky.

“Wanna bet?” I asked, indeed challenging him.

“Alright, get up.” 

Dave stood up and I did the same: it truly looked like we were doing a business meeting.

“Challenge accepted.” he continued, and we firmly shook hands. “If I win, beers are on you for 3 months.” 

“Deal.” I replied. “But if I win, we’re gonna watch ‘Bullet Gore 2’ later.”

While still shaking hands, Dave looked at me funny. 

“Really? That’s it?” he replied, with a smile. “All of this just to watch a shitty movie with me?”

Funny how that’s the thing he found weird instead of, you know, the boner his farts give me.

“Yeah. Pretty gay, huh?” I joked.

“Okay…” he nodded, still somewhat surprised. “It’s a deal.”

We once again had this super manly handshake going on, just as an helicopter in the movie exploded in a fiery fireball, killing a bunch of henchmen and one of the main villains, with the shirtless muscular hero saying something like “Burn in Hell, you son of a bitch!”. Probably the manliest moment I ever lived through.

“So, let’s hear those toots.” I said, bravely.”

“Toots?” my friend replied. “I’m gonna blast your face so hard you’re gonna regret having this kink…”.

Dave casually threatening me like this… got me instantly hard. I knew he was just playing along but goddammit, why am I like this? Why is he like this? Why the fuck did I even accept this bet?! As my own mind made fun of me, my bro lied on this stomach on the couch, his tall figure occupying all of it, his nice jeans-clad ass facing up, looking like a soft warm denim pillow.

I simply managed to sit between his long legs and planted my face into that ass, still stinky for all the farts he ripped until that moment. My nose wasn’t facing down however, as I didn’t want to make it weird.

“Dude.” I heard Dave say. “Honestly, your lack of commitment to your fart kink disappoints me”. he then laughed, reaching for my head. “Be a man and face my ass.” he said, pushing my head deeper between his denim asscheeks.

I tried not to laugh myself at that weird statement, so I just obeyed and turned my head, facing down, now fully at the mercy of my friend’s powerful butt. I took a good whiff, enjoying the smell of almost 1 hour of loud, post-pizza blasts. As I did that, I felt the ass’ muscles relaxing, a sign that Dave was pushing one out, and indeed it came out immediately: an ear-piercing blast and made my face shake, almost wet-sounding, felt like a slap on my face. 

My task was clear: not a single particle of gas had to reach Dave’s nose, so I inhaled it deeply and loudly as the fart kept erupting straight down my nostrils. I inhaled so hard and for so long that I actually surprisingly outlasted my friend’s 9 seconds: now the only noise we both could hear (besides someone getting shot in the movie) was me breathing his gas in… which made me realize how weird that was.

Am I making this weird? Too… “porn-y” for my straight friend? I love that he has no problems with me and my kink, but I don’t want to cross certain lines you know. He’s not saying anything… but his silence only makes it worse. I had to make sure.

“Dave.” I said, my voice being muffled by his ass, which made him laugh. “Am I making this weird?”

My friend simply turned his head, trying to look at me. I managed to get a quick look of his facial expression but the only thing on his face was a cocky smirk.

“Not weirder than usual to me.” he simply said. He then reached for my head, making it bounce a bit in his ass. “…Ready?”

Another fart erupted, which itself was Dave’s real answer to my question: “it’s fine”, he knows what this kink is by now, and he’s the one who basically challenged me to sniff it all up. Plus, if he was weirded out he knew he could just tell me and I wouldn’t be offended: we’re all adults here after all.

So there I was, my nose enduring some of the worst rips my friend ever gifted to me, the sheer power of those blasts being raunchier than his usual for some reason, maybe because of the beers being warmer or the mozzarella on the pizza being spoiled. No idea.

Or maybe it was just Dave putting extra efforts into his farts, if that was even possible. He’s the Fart King after all, so if he was somehow able to set custom pitch, loudness and power for each farts he ripped I wouldn’t have been surprised. Then again, he could even fart on command, so maybe he doesn’t need more buffs than he already has.

“Your face is history” my friend said, in a deeper voice, a clear reference to the masterpiece we were watching earlier.

And just like the henchman from the movie, my head was blown away by a sheer deadly force, this time in the form of Dave’s being unhinged, each natural blast somehow bigger and better than the previous one. I feel like that it doesn’t matter how this bet goes: I’m winning by simply having a bro like him.

I kept sniffing it all up as the blast rushed down my throat. He was good at farting, but I was also good at taking it. It’s like I said: weirdos work better together!

Yeah, I was taking it all like a champ.

“I could do this all night you know.” he boasted, during a rare moment of his ass being silent.

“What a coincidence: me too!” I bragged.

“Ohhhh… someone’s getting cocky back there.”

Dave really wanted those free beers, huh? He once again reached for my head and, with a firm grip, pushed it deeper down his warm denim ass, now almost sagging.

“Let’s see if you can keep your promise, shall we?” that was a threat.

There was like 10 seconds of silence, 10 never-ending seconds, but I just knew Dave was brewing something big, as he kept my head there (not that I was planning to move it anyway). Finally, he turned to me, with a cheesy grin, purposely trying to look like some kind of serial killer from a slasher movie before finish his victim off. 

And then he hit me with his weapon of choice: the loudest fart I heard that night. It was big, it was powerful, it was deep, long. His hand didn’t move and my whole face was shaking because of the sheer power of the blast; I had to close my eyes ‘cause the gas was making them burn. How was it possible to fart so naturally and casually like this for him will always be beyond me… but I didn’t care. I managed to breathe that monster in with my mouth open, almost choking on my friend’s deadly gas.

Dave loved the challenge, but two can play this game! I could tell he was amused, disgusted and surprised by how good I was at enduring his powerful rips.

And finally, after 16 whole seconds, that impressive display of flatulence was over, not a single particle of gas reaching my farter-friend’s nostrils, as I promised.

“I believe you’re losing your touch.” I mocked him.

“With all the farts you've been eating, of course you'd be talking shit you ungrateful bastard!”

“Ohhhh sorry, someone's a little touchy.” I kept teasing him.

“Alright, I’m done holding back.” he sounded comically annoyed by my impressive endurance.

My friend slowly turned over until he was lying on his back, making sure he didn’t accidentally kick me with his long legs. He now assumed a more familiar position, the one he usually has when blasting me. He cocked his legs up, showing off his denim ass and a tiny bit of his red boxer brief, and wrapped his legs around me, pulling me closer to his gas source. His long legs had an even stronger grip than his hand, and my whole face was now completely planted into my friend’s ass.

“I’m feeling merciful tonight, so I’m giving you the chance to surrender now.” he stated, as his legs held me still, keeping my nose right between the rough fabric of his jeans-clad buttcheeks.

“Never.” I boasted. “…unless, you know, you actually want to stop because this is getting too weir-“

“Shut up!” he cut me off. “You just had to ruin my villainous speech, didn’t you?!” he laughed.

I just didn’t know what to say.

“Again, this is your last chance bro.”

I played along, knowing he was okay with it. “Hit me with your best shot, but don’t wound what you can’t kill.”

We both laughed like immature idiots, but Dave took my words at heart, because once we were done laughing at that ridiculous moment, he felt air being sucked inside his anus.

Yes, he switched to “on-command” mode, his secret weapon, his final secret move. Despite my face being there, my bro didn’t have any trouble at sucking more and more air through his ass like a vacuum cleaner, and the sound that made wasn’t that different from an actual fart. Every time I heard that “air-being-sucked-in” noise, as silly as that sounds, I think of a drumroll, the kind of tension that raises before the beat actually drops, because that’s what Dave’s farts are: something to look forward to… if you’re into it of course.

He’s been sucking air for like 20 seconds now and I started to regret my cockiness: when even a kinky bitch like me ends up being afraid of his own best bro’s farting skills, you just know something big, maybe too big, is gonna happen.

The anticipation made me hornier than ever, and the fact that it was, well, Dave, just Dave, my friend, made it even hotter for me. So casually, undeniably hot.

Finally, he stopped sucked air in, and I could hear Dave breathing (from his mouth) heavily, a sign that he was getting tired… and even his ass was getting sweatier and warmer.

“Your face is history.” my bud said again, in a comically deep voice. 

We love that movie.

What followed, however, almost made me pass out. 

The loudness was almost unnatural, I feared it could make me deaf. Imagine the stock sound of a fart, only longer, more powerful, airy, the most impressive fart Dave ripped in months, something so powerful that he can even feel the recoil as he pushed it out… just like a shotgun.

The more he farted, the louder it got, and I swore he was gonna tear a hole through his jeans this time, there was no way his clothes were able to endure that. I kept sniffing, breathing heavily, the fart’s pace being faster than my own breathing, if that makes any sense. 10 seconds already and the blast didn’t seem to lose any power: I almost got scared.

As the fart kept getting ripped, I felt Dave stretching his long denim legs wide to ease the fart out, which in turn made it sound even louder and deadlier. I felt like living a weird fever dream, probably because of all the poisonous gas in my lungs. But I also felt the luckiest man in the world.

I dared to peek over that denim ass, only to be greeted by Dave having the most evil smirk in the world, completely unfazed by how weird I was, how all of that was… but I could also see how tired and sweaty he was from forcing all those farts out, incredibly enough.

I planted my head back where it belonged, sniffing as much as I could, as if my life depended on it, even though I was almost passing out for all that stench… and the blood rushing down to my boner didn’t help to focus at all.

And yet… I won. The fart was losing power, ending with a quick series of toots, Dave’s legs crashing down the couch, his left one on my right side, his right one on my left side, and I got up myself, my face leaving that gas trap, finally sitting down normally on the couch.

I took a good look at Dave: he was indeed tired, sweaty, sporting a silly smirk.

“Is that how you look like after sex?” I dared to joke.

My friend laughed. “Hey, I love you bro, but you gotta settle for my farts.”

I patted one of his legs in response, as a cheesy way to thank him, and hopefully he knew how thankful I was. I mean, he already knew how aroused I was anyway, so why keep the fact that I’m grateful a secret?

Dave too adjusted his position, this time kicking me on purpose while doing it, and sat back normally.

“I gotta say, I didn’t except you to win.” he admitted.

“…win?!” I replied. “Bro… I was basically done. That last one almost killed me.”

We both laughed at the absurdity of the situation.

“Let’s call it a tie then.” he proposed. “Until next time at least.” he just casually said.

I simply turned to the TV, only to find out that the movie was over.

Did Dave just face-farted me for like… 30 minutes?! Time truly flew by.

My friend then reached for his beer and the remote. We some on-demand features on our TV and, after navigating the UI for a few seconds, he started downloading “Bullet Gore 2”.

“Really?” I asked. 

“Well, if you can endure all of that gas, I can sit through a turd of a movie.” 

I think he was gonna watch this movie with me either way, regardless of any bet, just like I’m more than happy to offer him a beer whenever I could, so all of this fart-bet was for nothing.

Then again, weirdos attract each other naturally...

End of Episode 25

#eproctophilia #davefarts #fart kink #fart story #malefarts

[minimallyminnie]

A shined-up obtrusive PRIDE

Summary: You’re tired of Jamil Viper being so cocky…Kinda makes you wanna kiss his mouth shut and make him cry.

THIS IS LITERALLY ONE OF THE MOST SUGGESTIVE/SPICER SIDE OF MY WRITING??? HELLO??? 🥲🥲🥲 I’M SO SORRY FOR MY MOOTS WHO ARE READING THIS…

Tags/Tw: EVERYONE IS 18+, Suggestive, Enemies with benefits, modern college au (no magic), rough kisses, there’s no strings attached really, arguing when you’re making out, hinting in the future for a 3 way with Kalim (doesn’t happen), Reader is one of the top students, Gn reader! Kinda ooc Jamil…he’s really cocky here like we are in this story 😔

If yk where the title came from…hit me up in the comments…

Did he always have to flaunt his shit in your face???

Aggravating you everyday with his smug smirk when you two crossed paths during between periods, showing off his picture perfect grades…

AGH!

He just made you so pissed at him! Every. Single. Damn. DAY!

After reconciling with Jamil, poor Kalim would always have to break you two up if you ended up fighting in the middle of the halls…

Both of you two had detention with him once, he had to give you two one considering you two were actually fighting in the Scarabia side of the campus…He had you two clean the whole building together while he just wondered where you two went wrong…

Though it took a long time, he eventually reached an understanding with Jamil after his outburst at him! How come you didn’t cease the arguing?!

Even if a student asked any of the housewardens, they don’t think any of them would know.

Both of you guys were at each other throats constantly! Even the teachers groaned when they heard again from one of the housewardens or students.

Ace and Deuce always walked with you…but they were always a minute late because of their arguing and unfortunately, that minute is always when you see him. You can hear your small kitty in your bag basically scream at him too, good Grim!

You visibly grit your teeth in anger when he decided to actually go after you during the last period, which everyone got off due to a unexpected meeting the teachers had.

The secluded place you had was the outside of the school, just sitting in the shade. There weren’t many people there, just random students walking to and from somewhere or some just reading or talking on the benches from afar.

“Get the fuck away from me.”

“Nah. Think I’ll stay. Besides, I think the Tweels met up with Kalim in the dorm for a quick hangout. I’m not going back there.”

“I don’t want you here.”

“I don’t really care.” He smirked at your furious expression.

You stood up and packed your stuff. You’ll go in your own private dorm just outside the school then! Forget going outside for once!

“Oh? Wow, you give up so fast.”

“At least I’m better than you a full percent in class.” You grinned

He rolled his eyes in annoyance

Oh sometimes you actually miss before his outburst when he didn’t decide to let go of how he acted…

You glared at him. “Next time I see you try to go up to me again, I’ll beat your shitty ass up.” He laughed at you. While both of you respected each other, you two did not

“Hm, what are you going to do? You’re only a first year, besides, I can easily knock you out.”

“Try it. Don’t think that Kalim can get your ass out of this one.” You grinned, both locked in a staring contest before you ran for it

Back to your quiet place…thank the…lords? Seven? Eh, who cares.

Aaanddd you forgot that today was a cross class between yours and his.

Great.

What’s even greater? He’s partnered with you.

You both begged Trein to please just let you work alone but he simply sighed and said

“You two need to work together and stop bickering for once.”

“But—!”

A glare was shot both ways before he shooed both of you off

Now you two were in your apartment, which was separate from the school campus. Nice for not being bothered by other students but terrible when you have to wake up extra early to walk to class

Of course, yes you both agreed to simply focus on the assignment and nothing else

Ah yes, two top students who fight for the top spot on the roster. The assignment would be an easy A! As long as they don’t arg-

“FUCK YOU, I TOLD YOU THIS WAS WHAT HAPPENED WITH THE DAMN EVIL QUEEN!”

“YOUR HANDWRITING IS SHIT! WHAT DID YOU EXPECT?!”

“NOT MY FAULT YOU’RE ILLITERATE!”

Jamil stood across from you as the assignment was forgotten, now both of you were arguing again about something random. The argument switched from the assignment to just insulting each other

“Bitch ass, weren’t you the one who tried and failed miserably to manipulate everyone into expelling Kalim?!?” You gripped at the roots of your hair as you glared at him

“WE FUCKING ACKNOWLEDGED THAT ALREADY! You’re always holding a grudge against me!”

“Good reason to, hello???!!”

You continued arguing until eventually like any one of your full blown out arguments, both of you jumped each other and started to fight quite literally

You threw punches at his face while he scratched you on your shoulders. You had red marks on your upper arms while he had a tiny bruise on the lower side of his face

You both got off each other again before he got in your face

“Please, you’re so damn predictable. Arguing and then fighting and right back to arguing huh?”

Oh yeah, nothing about your happy go lucky life was EVER predictable

“Excuse me? Predictable?! I am not! And if anything, you do the same thing!”

“Here we go again, you’re always stuck up about yourself!”

“Stuck up?! Oh so sorry for trying to get good grades! You must be so jealous to just shoot that out.” You laughed at him towards the end

“Jealous?! Of you? Absolutely not! Memorizing random facts shit doesn’t make you intelligent! Shove it up your ass, no wonder why nobody wants to be with your ass! Go read a romance book considering you’re too busy for anything else!”

“My romance life is so much better than yours! I don’t wanna hear that from you, the only people who like you is Kalim, Octavinelle, and basketball club! Your club only likes you since you’re good for one thing! Otherwise, who would want to be with you?!”

He glared at you and his fists shook with anger. You, with a bright idea decided to poke him at that

“You say that there’s people who want you, but really even a fucking child could see through that crap!” You stepped closer to him with a grin “You probably suck ass at sex!”

“Oh please—“ Jamil laughs “I could turn down anyone I wanted unlike you. I could break you if I wanted to.” He says with a smug expression

“Oh wow I’m so scared.” You whined before scoffing “Oh please, you can’t even get anyone in bed with you, why in wonderland would I be scared of someone pathetic like you?”

Jamil got in your face as soon as you ended that sentence. His eyes pierced yours and somehow you see a raging fire in his eyes. Your faces were inches away

“If you think I can’t fuck your ass, try me.”

“Let’s test that theory then shall we?I’m not going to lose to you any day.”

You gripped his cheeks and pressed your lips against his harshly. Recovering from the recoil, Jamil kisses back, trying to fight back for control.

Shuffling backwards, the Scarabia member manages to pin your back against the wall, he pulls back with a grin

“Try to say I’m pathetic now…” His lips are glazed over and the fire ignited again

“You sure are if you think I’m giving up like that.” You kiss him again, this time sliding your tongue inside his mouth. You two fought to win while stumbling into your bedroom

Along the way, you pull off each other’s jackets and coats, whatever you don’t care what it is as long as it was on the floor

Making it in, Jamil takes the opportunity and kisses you against the door, shutting it and you lock it just in case Grim decides to come home from trouble making…

“Really? You’re scared of the damn cat?” He pants out when he pulls just a few centimeters away from your face

“Hey, that cat brings home spare thurmarks.”

Pinning him on the bed with your lips, your arms holding you up while also caging Jamil’s head

You push him, connecting your lips again and moving to the bed where he falls back on. The adrenaline running through your body as Jamil somehow actually struggles in getting out of your grip. Hm, maybe it really is a body power like Vargas said.

“Hah…you actually know how to do something useful…

“Unlike…you…”

At that, he flips you over and straddled you while trying to take off your shirt off

You reach for the button and the zipper of his jeans to which he laughs

“You can’t be that impatient, can you?”

He kisses you again with those stupidly soft lips, which has been layered constantly with chapstick

“Hmph, no wonder why nobody wants to be intimate with you.”

“Hm? How come? I’m not in a rush like you are. You’re just too impatient as usual.”

You flip him over, his jeans undone but not off. Your shirt was already off. Jamil’s face was dangerously close to yours

“You’re a very bitchy asshole.”

“I prefer insufferable bastard but alright”

“Insufferable is correct…” You huffed out while taking off his shirt. “Maybe Kalim could be better in bed than you.”

Jamil scoffs at your words. “I’m better than him at this any day of the week.”

“Hm, who knows. Maybe we should invite him~” You bent your head down and started to nip at his neck

“Yeah right. If you’re asking who’s better between us, it’s me. Between you and I? Still me.”

“Oh please, we really should invite him next time. He can choose which is better but he’s smart. The correct answer is me.” You glared at him

“Talk the talk, talk a-all the shit you want. Can you even fucking do it?”

“Aw, don’t call yourself an it~ I’ll prove so any day.” You bite and mark Jamil’s neck and despite how hard he kept his mouth shut, sounds came out his throat.

His nails dig in your shoulder as he gasps, digging deeper as he tries to not lose any sense of composure or pride.

He moves his hands down to tug his pants off and you laugh darkly in his neck

“You can’t resist me! See!”

Another gasp is reeled out of Jamil, he bites his lip again. “Y-You know it’s no use…I-I’m still…better than you.” Jamil spat out, trying to conceal his sounds

You bite harder on the next mark while your chest rubs against his, you finally hear a loud moan come out of Jamil

Pulling away, you chuckled and whispered against his ear

“Let’s see about that shall we…?”

#mindlessclow #x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x mc #twst x reader #twst x yuu #jamil x reader #jamil viper x reader #jamil viper x female reader #jamil viper x male reader #jamil viper x mc #jamil viper x y/n #jamil viper x yuu #jamil x you #jamil x yuu #jamil x mc #suggestive #Minnie but with spice ✨ #twst jamil x reader #modern au #no magic au

[romanstheory]

I'm The One a Jey Uso Fic pt 1/?

Warnings : Language, Fighting, Violence

Word Count: 842

18 +

loosely based on this interaction (it'll make sense I swear)

"Fuck you Solo! You just costed me the NXT Women's championship" I bark at Solo as I storm through the backstage area. Solo rolls his eyes "Nah you costed you that title" He replied in a monotone voice. I turn around quickly "If you wouldn't have got involved I would be champion right now! FUCK YOU!" I scream again. "If I didn't get involved yo ass would be on a stretcher" Solo responds. Who does he think he is? I carry this tag team! ME! Not him! If it wasn't for me he would have been forgotten about. "I don't ever want to see you again, and if I do I'll make it my business to be a fucking problem" I bark, getting in his face this time. He clenches his jaw, ready to throw punches with me. He knew none of these men here could ever scare me, if he wanted to at it I was fully willing knowing I could hold my own.

"Woahhhh woah woah woah" I hear his brother scream as they run towards us seconds from scrapping. "Let's not do all that now" Jimmy says putting an arm between the two of us. "You're lucky" I say, my eyes piercing through Solo "Remember what I said. I am your worst nightmare now". I push through the twins leaving them both dumbfounded. Jey's eyes lingered on me longer than the other two. My rage did something for me. "You good uce?" Jimmy says tapping Jey. "Yeah..... Yeah I'm good. She's crazy as hell though. You almost got whooped on Solo" Jey chuckles. Solo huffs loudly and they all walk away.

Years pass by, Solo joined forces with his brothers and cousin to form the bloodline. His brothers eventually break free leaving him alone to be the heavy for his cousin. I dominate NXT and now it's my turn, and what do you know..... I'm the number one draft pick for Smackdown and tonight is my debut. Solo and Roman are in the ring, Roman is giving a promo when I walk up to tech and demand my music play...... I'm debuting RIGHT NOW. Multiple superstars attempt to stop me, I blow passed them as the sound of my music echos through the arena. I storm out, the crowd is roaring. Solo has a look of rage and confusion on his face while Roman is completely stunned.

I demand a mic and it's given to me swiftly. I meet Solo with an intense stare down, Paul Heyman and Roman are at a loss for words. No woman had ever been ballsy enough to do this to Solo before. I smile at Solo "Long time no see" I tease "You look TERRIBLE by the way". The crowd begins taunting him. "Remember how I said I would be a fucking problem?" I continue. I get in Solo's face, just like I did the last time I saw him. Tension is high, I want to rip his throat out and I know he wants to do the same to me. Just as Roman exist the ring I swing on Solo, prompting The Usos to come sprinting out. I expect them to attack me, I mean I did just deck their brother. They detain solo, throwing him out of the ring where Roman forces him to leave.

I stand in the middle of the ring with Jimmy and Jey to either side of me. "You chose your side! Remember that" Solo barks. "And you just got yo ass beat" Jimmy cackles. Jey is trying to stay focused but I catch him peering over at me. Back stage I'm met by welcomes and words of affirmation for coming in with a bang. "So I guess you with us now" Jey says grinning. "If it means I get to hit Solo again then sure" I say giggling. "Let me uh get your bag for you" Jey offers. "Oh come ON uce you gotta have better game than that" Jimmy teases "Let me get your bags for you" Jimmy says mocking Jey. "Man I'm tryna be a gentleman unlike you" Jey says grabbing my bags.

"Well uh my wife is at home" Jimmy cackles "I'm playin i'm playin". We pack our things up into the car and head to the hotel we'll be staying at until our flight in the morning. We arrive, the boys already have rooms booked so I need to book mine. "I'm sorry we're all full for the night" The front desk attendant says. I sigh loudly and rub my temples. "You can just share Jey's room" Jimmy says looking at him and then me before grabbing his bag and walking down the hall, chuckling to himself. I see what he's trying to do, Jimmy is the locker room cupid...... Or so he thinks. "I...... I can take the couch you take the bed" Jey stumbles over his words. "Well.... we're room mates tonight I guess. I hope you don't snore" I say as the two of us walk to our room.

#jey uso one shot #wwe #roman reigns #wwe one shot #the bloodline #solo sikoa #paul heyman #jey uso x female #i'm the one

[sourbinnie]

title -> alight genre -> angst turned into fluff pair -> jisung x gn!reader plot -> crushing on someone is easy (but anxiety and jealousy don't think so) warnings -> cursing + one mention of anxiety words -> 1421 lowercase intended

i'm so obsessed, i go to bed i get undressed i lie in bed, look at the ceiling and i find you in my head yet again, i wash my hair, i tell myself that i don't care about the girls you find appealing or what's under what you wear.

alight / ninajirachi

thoughts running a marathon in my head as i get home from minho(e)'s party. my glitter still hangin' and my mascara is intact but i still feel a heavy weight on my heart as i start to take it off completely. how pathetic can one be? to see the boy you like for so long, talking to another guy/girl and feeling that immediate weight on your shoulders, those bad thoughts crawling back and that heavy heart that won't be fixed with nothing but a confession. minho(e) is gonna kill me for leaving but i did not care, i needed to be alone in my room with my anxiety & emotions like a tsunami in me.

i knew i wasn't the perfect candidate but i always had hope we would be something more. when i first got introduced to him, i fell so hard, it hit me like a wave and i just had to be friends with him at least. now movin' on two years later and i'm still hanging on a crush (that's clearly not a crush anymore) and on a friendship (that i wanted it to be more) and all of my friends saying "you should just tell him!" (ehem, minhoe, ehem) but it's not that easy isn't it?. as i looked at myself once again in the mirror i realized that i was nothing like the guys/girls he used to have a crush on and i have so many flaws. this is where chan comes in and tells me "everyone has flaws" but if i hear that speech one more time, i might kick his ass back to australia. 

i wasn't crying this time, just staring at the ceiling and waiting for the messages of "where are u" to pop up. first one from minho(e) obviously, then binnie, then chan and lastly jisung. god he didn't even know how much a message from him turns my world around and my attention just draws back to him. but then i remember that pretty guy/girl he was chatting with, their long hair, their flirting...

yeah i was screwed wasn't i?

sung<3

fuck why did you leave

you know i can't do these kinds of things alone

that was at 1:38 am and the second message was true, i was just like him. parties were never my cup of tea but i dealt with them mostly fine if i had my friends by my side, today wasn't one of those days. as much as i tried to get as pretty as i could to impress (myself & someone), all of them seemed to have better business and that was probably getting a hook up to go home to. i was never the hook up kind so i was just left all alone as i observed the other people in the house. but as soon as it hit 1:00 am, i decided that it would be better to head home. kind of dangerous to just walk to my home in the middle of the night but my heart felt so heavy as i tried not to picture jisung kissing another person.

sung<3

can i come over?

i rlly wanted to talk to u

oh god, my worst nightmare was about to come true. i will have the impulse to confess and this night is gonna end more terribly than it already has. i debated whether i should pretend i was sick but i could never do that, they always see right through me so i just responded "sure" and tried to dress presentable. if i knew i was seeing him again i wouldn't have taken off my makeup but barefaced it is. it didn't take him too long since i wasn't that far from minho(e)'s house and i left the door opened. there he was in all of his glory with his beautiful squishy cheeks and his hair getting blonder day by day. i'm not drunk, just hopelessly in love with an idiot. which reminds me, why is he here? why isn't he with that guy/girl i saw him earlier? oh god if i ruined his chances of getting laid he will kill me.

"(y/n) hi." ok this is odd, he never calls me by full name but i'm gonna play along.

"han jisung what do i owe you the pleasure to?" i ask as i look at him from the living room. i didn't even bother to move since he opened the door himself and i was just too fucking broken over stupid shit to care anymore. "thought you would stay longer at the party."

"i got bored without you there." he said and i could tell he was being honest, his eyes never lie as he moved next to me and sat down on the couch. "i thought you would stay longer too but you didn't even tell anyone you were going."

yeah that was a bad move on me, one message would've been enough but when you get so fucking lost in sadness, you don't really care do you?

"i know, i'm sorry about that." i pouted and he just shook his head as he gave me that little smile of his. god i was so head over heels for this idiot and i don't know how much longer i'm gonna last with these feelings until i burst. "you shouldn't have left though."

"why not?" he asked and i could feel his hand on my thigh as he looked at me puzzled. i immediately blushed at the sensation and just didn't know what to say but i found a way to send my words out.

"i just thought you were having fun like chan, minho(e) and bin." i said and i wasn't wrong to think that. he walked in with the person and stayed with them most of the night. god what if it was his significant other? and i was just being an asshole? panicking is the only thing i know how to do. 

"me? not at all, just spent the whole night trying to think how to approach you and failing." ok that was also weird, why would he need to think how to talk to me? we've been friends for 2 years. "i'm sorry i didn't, i'm just a coward at the end of the day."

"what do you mean? you're not sung and definitely don't need to think of ways of approaching me, we're friends right?" i ask and he sighs, i felt like i said the wrong words immediately. i want to get inside his head just to see what he's thinking so much about, i wanna know what he's feeling and what he's saying, especially since i seem to not be getting anything at all.

"that's the problem, god how the fuck do i say this? i'm the worst with words." well that's also a lie since he's the best freestyle rapper i know (don't tell bin) and somehow he's more nervous than i am about this situation. i felt more calm in his presence which is something he always tend to drive me to. i love talking to him because it feels easy and like nothing's gonna bother me anymore when i'm with him. "can i do something? you can punch me in the face later but please just once".

"you can do anything sungie and i wouldn't punch you ever." i said and his trembling hand found it's way to my cheek, caressing it softly. i felt like i could melt right then and there as he just closed his eyes and i did the same, feeling a pair of my lips fitting right in with mine, it wasn't the perfect kiss but it was definitely more than perfection to me. it didn't get heated and it wasn't just a peck but it was so beautiful that i had to make it last. that's when all the doubts went away and i truly felt like i was floating. 

as we split away, i could only feel my hand on my lips as i looked at him and he just smiled again. his full on smile made me blush crimson red as i tried to hide from him but he just took my hands away from my face and whispered softly.

"i am so in love with you since i first met you".

i felt everything come into place just with those words as i responded.

"i've been dying to hear that since i first saw you."

#skz drabbles #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #stray kids drabbles #jisung #skz jisung #jisung imagines #jisung scenarios #jisung x reader #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz scenarios #sourbinnie #skz songfics #skz imagine

[josefavomjaaga]

Hi, I loved your answer regarding napoleon's relationship with his stepson, Eugene. I wanted to ask did their relationship detoriate after the birth of napoleon's son, did he try to remove Eugene to make way for his son? Wasn't it rude and passive aggressive towards Eugene to give his infant son the tittle "King of Rome" while Eugene was already the viceroy of Italy for a very long time, thus highlighting his own son will always be superior.

I would like to hear your personal opinions too

Hello and thank you for the question! I wish I had more a bit more time and knowledge to answer in full because this seems like a very interesting topic to me.

But I fear this will only be an accumulation of bits and bops, mostly unrelated. Let’s start with the first part

I wanted to ask did their relationship detoriate after the birth of napoleon's son, did he try to remove Eugène to make way for his son?

Well, it depends a lot on who you ask. Let’s first hand the mic to the missus:

Auguste von Bayern to her brother Ludwig, 29 March 1811 (while Eugène had left for Paris in order to assist at the baptism of the little Roi de Rome):

[…] Eugène cannot leave Paris before the King of Rome is christened and I must consider myself lucky if I see him again in the first days of March. One more son and Italy will be lost to us. We already have three children ... but why grieve in advance? God is doing everything for the best, he will continue to take care of us. With all my resolutions I am sometimes on the point of seriously upsetting myself! Our fate is not decided and this uncertainty is terrible. It would be better for our cause to live away from it all, because becoming less than we are now is hard. […]

As usual, we have very little insight into Eugène’s own emotions. But I guess this snippet shows how very torn at least Auguste was, how she feared for Eugène’s and her own future and how insulted she felt by what she clearly saw as a degradation her husband had suffered – not so much by the title King of Rome for Napoleon’s new-born baby son, but by the mere existence of that baby and the possibility of him having brothers.

On the other hand, Cambacérès in his memoirs claims (in a brief sentence) that Josephine had agreed to the anullement of her marriage mostly on behalf of her children (which is why her biographer Pierre Branda suspects that Hortense and Eugène may have sold their mother out in order to keep their high positions at court. I do not necessarily agree with this).

Fact is: Before Josephine’s repudiation, Eugène had been the heir presumptive of the Kingdom of Italy. Napoleon’s original plan seems to have been to completely strip Eugène of any right to inherit at once, as he immediately started looking for a way to compensate him for it right after Josephine had moved out (there was a plan for a principality of Raab for some time, but in the end – February 1810 - it was agreed that Eugène should inherit an enlarged great-duchy of Frankfurt, belonging to Dalberg at the time).

Also according to Cambacérès, Auguste, during her stay in Paris for Napoleon’s second marriage, had a long interview with Napoleon – in which she most likely did not hold back in telling His Imperial Majesty how she felt about this matter. After all, she had agreed to marry this lowly specimen of an unsuitable husband (whom she by now could not do without for any prolonged period of time) merely on the premise he would be declared a king one day! Besides, it was an odd way to reward a faithful subject who had not only been working his ass of for Napoleon’s sake in Italy but also had contributed quite a bit to the latest victory over Austria, wasn't it?

It may have been during this interview when Napoleon agreed to the arrangement Auguste described in the letter to her brother. Eugène would retain his position as heir to the crown of Italy for now, as the little King of Rome would only inherit the crown of France and of the Empire. A second son of Napoleon, however, would then receive the Kingdom of Italy, and in this case, Eugène’s family would loose out on everything that had been promised to them once, and would be reduced to the Grand-Duchy of Frankfurt.

As to my personal opinion: I do not think it really mattered much. I believe that Napoleon was telling the truth when (either towards Roederer or to Miot de Mélito) he said that he was not stupid enough to give Italy to Eugène – and that happened either before or shortly after the coronation! He never had planned on giving Eugène anything, or if he had, he had changed opinion a long time before 1809, at the very least when Eugène’s first two children had only been daughters. There are some hints that make me believe that, but that’s a different story alltogether.

Moving on to the second part of the question:

Wasn't it rude and passive aggressive towards Eugene to give his infant son the title "King of Rome" while Eugene was already the viceroy of Italy for a very long time, thus highlighting his own son will always be superior?

In this, I would actually like to defend Napoleon for once: I do not think this was a move directed at Eugène, but at the whole of Europe. Rex Romanorum, King of the Romans, had been a title the emperors of the HRE gave to their designated heirs, and Napoleon seemingly wanted to continue that tradition and in doing so strengthen his claim as their rightful successor in being the highest-ranking monarch of (western) Europe.

In particular, this choice did not concern Eugène because Rome had never been part of the territory Eugène governed. Napoleon’s Kingdom of Italy in the beginning centered on Lombardy and over time stretched out in almost all directions. But when the Pope was arrested and brought to France, the former Papal States were annexed not to the Kingdom of Italy but to France (which in itself is already pretty telling as it seems by this time Napoleon was already planning a large territorial state under his direct rule that would encompass much more than only France). So by the time Napoleon II was born, Rome and its surroundings were a French départment, the inhabitants had French nationality. If anything, it was the Pope who, on hearing the title King of Rome, would have been told that he would never receive his territory back.

As to the new-born son – or any legitimate biological son of Napoleon - being superior to Eugène: I do not think this was ever in question. It had been made very clear already at the time of Eugène’s adoption in 1806, and Eugène was very aware of it.

I hope this long rambling did make a bit of sense – I’m sorry if not, I’ve been on the road yesterday and I’m still quite tired even today, so I apologize if I’m even less comprehensive than usual. Thank you so much for the Ask and for giving some love to the boy!

#napoleon's family #eugene de beauharnais #ask

[cyberphuck]

Top 5 video games (without listing FFT as all five :D)

Oh shit, I actually have a LOT of favorite vidya games and it's gonna be hard to rank just five

5. Suikoden/Suikoden 2 (they are almost the same game). Colorful, fun, a huge cast of characters, a huge cast of characters, a ... HUGE cast of characters (108!) and a cool plot. The only reason the Suikos aren't higher up is that they can get VERY level-grindy and sometimes figuring out how to recruit someone is straight impossible without a walkthrough. It's cool to see more and more people hanging out and interacting in the Avengers Tower though.

4. Breath of Fire 3/ Breath of Fire 4 (again, v similar). Colorful! Weird! The character designs and sprite animations are AMAZING, way more detailed and smooth than they had any right to be. The gameplay is good, perfect for taking up a long afternoon while listening to your brother's album collection. The story is frankly mid though, which is what keeps it out of the top three.

3. Final Fantasy IV. There are 86 quadrillion video essays and reviews and retro reviews talking about how amazing this game is. It was so incredible that it shifted the JRPG genre on its axis. It has been remade and re-remade and re-re-re-made dozens of times across dozens of platforms and that's because it fucking rocks. The battle music is iconic, recognizable even to people who have never Finaled a Fantasy. Downsides? It just... keeps going. I'm not gonna complain about more game to play, but the story sometimes makes detours into weird places and when you get out of them Cecil announces that the only way to save the world is to find a secret spaceship and take it to the moon. Where it turns out he's from.

2. Castlevania: Symphony of the Night. Come for the pretty vampire man, stay for the absolutely ADDICTING gameplay. Once again, lots and lots of people have and will say it better than me, but SOTN is another one of those "tilt the gaming world on its axis" titles. No other Castlevania game before or since can match it for popularity. The game is simple to figure out but still remains challenging enough to be engaging, there's cool sprite animations and sick monsters (several bosses so big that they don't even fit in the screen!), a dope-ass OST and terrible 90s voice acting, and when you've finished the story portion of the game, there is still so much more game to play in the form of secret bosses, hidden rooms, ultra-rare weapons and accessories, funny little Easter eggs and also a bunch of ways to accidentally or on purpose get stuck inside a wall. It WOULD be my number one, except for...

1. Final Fantasy Tactics: War of the Lions.

Do I need to explain this one?

#the road to the auracite is barred with templar swords #but it is the same road that leads to Alma

[maverickkkkz]

EUGHHH time to talk about Power Rangers!!

So I've been watching Power Rangers SPD and I wanna talk about Sky because I love him very much and he also has issues LOL. My memory is shit so I might be making half of this up but HERE WE GO!!

Sky Tate has so many issues from his dad, not in the way that his dad was a terrible person or father but because Sky set himself an impossible goal and really high self-expectations because of who his father was. Of course, that wasn't his dad's fault but yk here we are! Imagine being a child and expecting to be this great ranger, as great as your late father, and then you grow up and suddenly that whole idea is crushed! Ripped away from the palm of your hands!

Sky worked so hard to be the Red Ranger, but it caused arrogance on his part, and just because he had the dedication to SPD and his father was the Red Ranger didn't mean he automatically had rights to the title or position of Red Ranger. Of course, it was sad to see his dream stomped on, failing to live up to the expectation he set for himself and the expectation he might've felt his family held for him because, after all, he was his father's son. Or maybe feeling like he failed to prove himself, because his family were against the idea of him being like his father, due to his father's death in the line of duty. Either way, it is sad, even if he wasn't ready to be the Red Ranger because of his immaturity, arrogance and behaviour! Of course, it was gonna cause issues between him and Jack, Sky is a control freak, maybe because he couldn't control what happened to his father? For all of that to happen, the loss of control and the failure to himself, he was never gonna get along with Jack OR Z at the drop of a hat, because they swooped in with zero training, with powers that he believed were unique to him, Bridge, and Syd, and took over where Sky believed he should rightfully stand.

It isn't an excuse for the way he treated Jack or butted heads with him but it is a reason, and of course, Power Rangers is just a kids show so they wouldn't talk about it, but I talk about it! It shouldn't have been brushed over, and if it was a real-life situation it definitely wouldn't have been. Sky has trauma from his father's passing, and probably has something funky going on with his self-worth, he really did work hard for Red Ranger, and he didn't get it, he's allowed to be disappointed. However, the moral of the story, he REALLY needs to see a therapist (like everyone else on B Squad)! It also might've done him good to talk to the others about it a bit more rather than basically just being seen as an asshole, iirc they might've understood somewhat in the show (?) but I can definitely see them and a lot of other people just brushing Sky off as that arrogant, bratty, child of a Red Ranger with a stick up his ass rather than someone who is a good person underneath all of that and just needs some help.

In the long run though, Sky not becoming the Red Ranger straight away WAS good for him. It taught him how to be a better person, to grow up from that child he still sorta was with stars in his eyes whenever he saw his father on TV saving people (and I can imagine the day his father died, his mother had to turn the news off). And in the end, he did get there, he reached his goal after a lot of good, solid character development and I really really enjoy his character arc! For a Power Rangers series, the SPD B Squad characters, and the other characters around them, have complicated stories and development and I love that so much!!

I'm also a little delusional at the end of the day :D

#power rangers #character analysis #sky tate #power rangers spd #in this essay i will #thank you for coming to my ted talk #space patrol delta

[dodger-chan]

I had some writers block on that time travel fic I'm working on so I decided to write something short and silly to try to work through it. So, have ~1000 words of Steve and Robin where Steve was the time traveler.

Much gratitude to @sharpbutsoft for editing. I promise I'll work on the actual fic now.

“Hey, Robin?”

Why the hell did Steve Harrington know her name? Robin wasn’t a complete nonentity at school, but she should be beneath the notice of his crowd.

“Robin, can I talk to you for a minute?” He was persistent, she’d give him that.

“Fine. What do you want, Dingus?” Robin waited a good ten seconds while he stared at her dumbly. “Nothing? Okay, well that was a waste of my time.”

She turned to leave and Harrington grabbed her shoulder.

“Sorry, I just.” He let her go and ran his fingers through his hair. “Look, can we go somewhere and talk in private?”

Most girls in the school would sacrifice a limb to get Steve Harrington to look at them the way he was looking at her. Like she was the only other person in the world. Robin, though, could see everyone else in the hallway watching them. Maybe alone was better.

She nodded, and he led her into an empty classroom. He didn’t seem any more eager to begin explaining than he had been in the hall.

“So?” Robin prompted him.

“So, you may have heard Nancy and I broke up.” She had. It had been the talk of every girls’ bathroom for the last week. “Um, Nancy Wheeler, I mean-”

“I know who Nancy Wheeler is.” Hawkins High was not a big school.

“Right. Anyway, now that I’m not dating Nance, and Carol’s not scaring them all off by being Carol, I keep getting cornered by girls.”

“Poor you?” It was hard to feel too much sympathy. Robin would love it if girls were clamoring to ask her out.

“I know, I know, there are worse problems to have.” At least he realized it. “But I’m not interested in any of them and I need a little space.”

“And you think my mellophone is some sort of magic horn that will keep them away?” There were probably less ridiculous ideas, but Robin liked the sound of this one. “Because I'm pretty sure the instrument you’re thinking of is bagpipes, which I do not know how to play. Though, not being able to play may make them work even better. So if you’re asking me to follow you around with bagpipes to keep the girls off you, my answer is I’ll try, as long as you provide the pipes.”

“Actually, I was hoping you’d be willing to pretend to be my girlfriend.”

Robin could not have heard that correctly.

“I'm sorry, what?”

“You know, like we’d eat lunch together and I’d take you out to dinner or the movies sometimes? But no sex, or kissing, or romance. Like friends, but we say we’re dating.”

Apparently the title “King Steve” referred to him being the king of stupid ideas.

“I don’t even like you.”

“Well, yeah, if you liked me, pretending we’re dating would be weird. The whole point is we don’t actually want to date each other.”

“No, I mean I don’t even like you.”

“Oh.” He looked strangely disappointed by that. “Do you dislike me? Or is it just that we haven’t ever been friends?”

“I’m not sure.” Did she dislike him? Maybe. A little. But it was mostly envy. She’d probably be a bit of a stuck up ass if girls threw themselves at her feet, too. “I barely know you.”

“You will after I take you on a couple of fake dates.”

“And if I think you’re an ass?”

“Then you dump me like Nancy did.” Steve shrugged. “Maybe a second failed relationship will convince everyone I’m not worth it.”

Robin doubted it. She’d heard too much gossip about Steve’s tongue.

“Every girl in the school is going to hate me.” Not quite every girl, but most of them. Certainly the important one. “Tammy Thompson is going to hate me.”

“Tuneless Tammy has no talent and less personality. She’s not even all that pretty.” Steve sighed. “Your taste in women is terrible. You can do so much better than her.”

Robin was about to defend Tammy when the full extent of what Harrington had said sunk in.

Your taste in women is terrible.

He knew about her. He knew and he could tell everyone and the next three years would be a living nightmare of no friends and constant bullying.

“Robbie, you okay?”

She was absolutely not okay. Steve Harrington, popular athlete and occasional bully, knew she was a lesbian.

“How did you know?” she asked.

“Know wha- oh, fuck.” Harrington paled. “Um, if I told you I was a time traveler from a future where we’re friends and you told me yourself, would you believe me?”

“No.”

“Didn’t think so.”

Steve Harrington knew she was a lesbian, but hadn’t used that fact to get her to agree to his asinine fake dating plan. She only knew that he knew because he told her she could do better than Tammy Thompson. He probably wasn’t going to tell the whole school and ruin her life. Maybe this was survivable.

“Am I obvious?” Robin sometimes worried she looked at other girls too long, or dressed a little too manly. She thought she mostly passed under the radar, but clearly at least one person had noticed.

“Obvi- oh, no. You’re not.” Steve raked his hand through his hair. It fell right back into place; clearly he was using enough hairspray. “Robin, ask me why I need a fake girlfriend.”

“You said-”

“Just ask.”

“Why do you need a fake girlfriend?”

“There’s someone I’m interested in and I need a little space while I figure out what I’m going to do about it.” It was an answer, Robin supposed. It prompted an obvious follow up.

“Why not just ask her out?” Robin would not have thought Steve was shy about that sort of thing.

“Because he’s not a girl.”

“Oh.” That might explain how Steve could tell about her.

“Yeah. Oh.”

“Who?” It wasn’t any of her business.

“I’ll tell you on our first date? Friday night?”

“Fine.” Pretending to date was a terrible idea, but she supposed the Hawkins queers ought to stick together.

#stranger things #short fic #robin buckley #steve harrington #steve and robin #my fic #an au of an au #it's long enough that i might stick it on ao3 if i figure out a title #if any of you have any ideas let me know

[imabillyami]

A lot of people bring up the terrible Matt/Jeff rivalry for why a Jey/Jimmy story wouldn't work but the thing is the Jey/Jimmy story has a lot of elements to their story that a lot of Brother Vs Brother fueds never had. I think one important one is that it's not coming out of nowhere as much as people want to say that. They just haven't been paying attention even when Roman and Paul has spoon fed it to them. Not just that, but there's been elements to this story sprinkled through for THREE years. They have history on their side. Especially the tragedy of Jey, always choosing Jimmy and Jimmy doing this to him. It's not going to be a sound bite. We saw this shit. Second, these other brother feuds were single stars or had established a singles career. The Usos are so interwoven they share a wiki, a theme, merch, and a Twitter. They have functioned as a tag team only, so one of them getting that shine is going to produce cracks even though those matches were never about singles glory. Third, in a lot of these stories, one was clearly the favorite, more preferred brother. For a long time, that was Jimmy and now Jey but never at a Matt vs. Jeff kind of level. I mean,until broken Matt Hardy, no one cared about Matt (except maybe Edge/Lita feud, but they stopped caring real quick).Fourth, both Usos are not afraid to be emotional, especially when it comes to each other. They are going to make this shit hurt. Fifth, their BOTH excellent Mic workers with different strengths and I think those strength will fit both their roles in this story.

I agree with you on pretty much all of that, anon! This turned into another essay, but I had a lot of thoughts on this (and obsessively worked on it since you sent that ask), so please bear with me. 

People simply don’t fucking know what they’re talking about. Even mentioning these two feuds in the same breath feels like major disrespect toward everything these guys have been working on so hard for these past three years and the decade before that. 

I’ll never disregard the Hardy Boyz as a tag team, cause I loved them growing up and they did plenty of incredible things too, but The Usos are the greatest tag team of all time and I’ll stand by that. They’re the longest-tenured tag team in WWE history, with the longest tag title run under their belts, they’re family, they’re twins and they (together with Roman) have been running that main event scene for the past three years. Hell, even before The Bloodline they were the tag team that made that entire division relevant. They made it so a tag championship match was the main event of Wrestlemania. It doesn’t get bigger or better than that. 

And now that they’ve pretty much achieved everything that there is to achieve in tag team wrestling, they’re trying their hand at this whole single’s competitor/ twin vs. twin feud thing. It’s been the dream for so long and now that they finally get to do it, you can bet your ass they won’t let it be bad. This is gonna be straight fire on all cylinders 🔥

I’ll admit you could draw parallels with both Jimmy and Matt costing their brothers the title by turning on them (and in the twin’s case something a lot more meaningful than that too) and both of them doing it out of jealousy (at least that's what we suspect in Jimmy's case). That’s where the parallels end though. 

Everything else is vastly different. 

With Jey and Jimmy we had three years of deep character work, we’ve seen them as an unbreakable unit who always had each other’s backs, no questions asked (and you’re right, Jimmy was the undisputed favorite for a long time, but Jey was never anything but 100% proud of him). Yes, Jey has already established himself as a single’s competitor, but that was out of necessity when Jimmy was out with an injury. 

We’ve had three years worth of storytelling and over a decade of watching what family/brotherhood means to these guys. And not to forget they are twins. I can’t pretend to be able to even imagine that kind of bond, but from what I understand it’s so much deeper than any other kind of sibling bond.

The industry has changed a lot since that admittedly ghastly feud between Matt and Jeff and most of it is for the better. 

The Hardy feud was riddled with loads of distasteful shit that would never fly today (and thank god for that, I remember that dead dog promo and some other stuff and both Matt and Jeff have said over the years that they hated it and didn’t feel comfortable). 

It’s been stated before that The Bloodline (that includes Jimmy and Jey) have a lot more creative freedom than the other two ever did, so I expect this to be a lot more organically and from the heart and a lot more logical and tasteful. They don’t have to spin some weird ass story when the story is right there and has been right there all along. 

Another few notes that are sure as hell gonna make sure that this feud will leave us all weeping on the floor while pulling our hair out: 

Jimmy and Jey are pure fire on the mic & incredible actors. Their body language? Their facial expressions? It’s gonna HURT. 

These two are some of the best workers in the ring. These two know each other inside out, better than anyone else. So they’ll have to come up with a couple of new aces up their sleeves and I can’t wait. They’ll put on some banger matches and I can’t wait! Like Jey said in that Ariel Helwani interview, they’ve been practicing for this since their childhoods/ their wrestling matches in the living room.

Jey gave up everything for Jimmy, so the stakes are way higher. Like you said, everything Jey and gave up was for Jimmy and Jimmy only. He took Roman’s abuse, he turned on Sami, he turned on Roman only after Jimmy did it first, he challenged Roman to avenge Jimmy and protect him from a future of being shunned by their family. He didn’t want to become the Tribal Chief, he didn’t want that burden, yet for his twin he was willing to take it and carry it going forward. And yet Jimmy turned on him like all of that meant nothing. 

So yeah, even mentioning these two feuds in the same sentence should be a crime. Wherever this is going, it’s gonna be a billion times better than that terrible attempt at a feud Matt and Jeff had, that’s not a prediction, that’s a spoiler. 

#in this essay i will #long post #like long long long post #anon #lovely anon #m answers #replies #jey uso #jimmy uso #the usos

[livingfast04]

Hey, what's generally the process you go though when naming something? Side characters, locations, or even chapter titles. Do they have significance behind them other than just song lyrics / friend's names / etc?

Hi!

I haven't been really sure how to answer this question? Mostly because I didn't know the answer. Not sure I still know how to answer it but I'll give it my best.

Side Characters names really depend on how important the character is? And how often they show up really? I have terrible dyslexia, so the name has to be easy to remember and easy to spell.

I have one Side Character who breaks that rule. And that's only because her name was important. At least to me, and general narrative of the fic. I Don't even call her by her actual name either when talking about her. I call her Peaches. Or Peach, which was originally her name until I remembered it was in Mario and generally it didn't make sense. I changed it to Cassiopeia for story reasons.

Mostly for the story behind the constellation, and it made sense character wise.

Pretty much all my character names follow some important theme? I used Vidar after the Norse God, as a last name for a character. Due to who the Norse God was, and the general character similarities

Sometimes characters names just come from popular baby names at the time? And normally they start with an A because I don't tend to have the attention span to scroll through the entire list if it happens to be ranked alphabetically. Occasionally if they are reappearing characters in the fandom I sometimes latch on to the names because I already relate that unnamed character to that name. As for my Stranger Things Fic An Untuned Piano. I used James, for Steve Harrington's father, because I'd seen it used. While Lady for his Mother, Step-Mother in this case; Because I just liked the name. His sisters in the fic take a little bit different routes, as does his Bio-mother's name. Jewel is the oldest, and it's kind of used as a "female" version of James, I just didn't want to use Jamie. Elizabeth, or "Eliza" is after a Dnd Character I had an adored, she also takes the personality of that character on with her.

The Names in the Stranger Things Monster AU, are also kind of just random little names I thought of. I wanted to call Steve's Mom "Josie" So I named her Josefina. I had also wanted to Keep James for Steve's Dad, but because I shortened His Mom's name. I changed it to Richard James. Or Rich, or James. Depending on who was talking, and in what context.

Some names I pull out of my ass just because I needed a name and don't want to have to look them up. Often times they are named after my Sims... I don't think I've named a character after a friend.

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I haven't named Locations since writing a DND Campaign. And most of the time they where random adjectives, or pulled from a Name Generator for convenience.

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Titles are a little different? I am an enjoyer of long fic titles- and for the most part they are song lyrics? Not because it's easier, because sometimes I find that harder than writing my own. I just like the way they sound? Or its an easy connection in my brain. And I also pick them that way sometimes because they fit with the Fanfics theme, or they follow the entire like vibe? I like settling up the tone of the Fanfic with the title more than the summary sometimes? Simply because a good title, can tie in better? At least to me? Don't get me wrong a summary is incredibly important. I probably spend 80% more time on a title than on a summary-

My favorite current title is the one I wrote though. Which it fits both the theme, and I've been told it matches the vibe of the writing. Which makes me incredibly happy :)

I guess really on titles it depends on if I can come up with anything, or I find a song lyric that really fits, and I like it far more than anything else I could come up with on my own.

#steddie #liv is losing their mind #writting #fanfiction writer #stranger things #asks

[genz420]

The Fire That Burns With Us - Chapter 17: Wolves Of The North.

Pervious Part - Next Part

135 AC - Winterfell (One Year Later)

Visenya takes a stab at Cregan, frustrated at how she can not win against the Northman.  

Every day Visenya and Cregan had trained together in the training yard of Winterfell, and Visenya, who once thought she was great with a sword, had only won against Cregan once.  That one time was because he became distracted by his lady wife Alysanne, who is probably one of the most beautiful Visenya has ever laid her eyes on.  Visenya would have tried to shoot her shot with the woman if she weren't married.  

Cregan steps away from Visenya and slaps the flat of his sword against Visenya's ass, letting out a laugh as the girl falls onto her knees.   Visenya digs her sword into the ground and leans her onto the hilt, she needs a break, but she wants to be better than Cregan.  

“Fucking asshole. I will cut out your eyes and fucking eat them,” Visenya says only loud enough for herself and Cregan to hear.  The threat was empty. Even if Visenya is jealous of Cregan, she does admire him, and the two are even friends.

“A Princess shouldn’t have such foul words in her mouth,” Cregan teases Visenya.  Cregan enjoys hearing the threats that Visenya tells herself after he beats her in a fight, and this time, the threat is quite nice compared to other things she has said.  

“I have had much worse things in my mouth, Stark,” Visenya responds, pulling herself up and offering him a smile.   

“I hope none of those bad things belong to my brother,” Alysanne speaks as she walks towards her husband and Visenya.  

Alysanne, like most people, has had the suspicion that Visenya and Ben's relationship goes beyond that one of platonic love.  No matter how many times both Visenya and Ben had tried to explain to Alysanne that there had never been any sexual relationship between the two, she had always agreed in a joking way.  

“Lady Stark,” Visenya bows her head down.  Visenya enjoys the company of Alysanne, finding her presence calming.  

“Now, why do you address her by the popper title?” Cregan asks as he greets his wife.  

“Because she is beautiful,” Visenya tells him with a flirty smile on her face, directed towards Alysanne.   Undoubtedly, Alysanne is beautiful, with long thick black hair and streaking northern features.   Her simple beauty is enough to weaken any man's or woman's knees.  

“You flatter me, My Princess,” Alysanne tells the princess, a slight blush rising on her neck.  

Cregan clears his throat, and Alysanne smiles at him.  Such a jealous man.   Alysanne hands a letter to Visenya, and the princess takes it from her, staring down at the letter with hatred.  She wants her life to be free from her family's drama, to train and fuck as she pleases.  But it seems that no matter how far north she goes, someone will need her help or approval with something.  

“I thought I said to burn any letters, then come for me,” Visenya says, not tearing her gaze from the latter.    

“Yes, but it seems that this one is from Driftmark.  I thought that the news might be too important to let it burn,”  Alysanne tells her.  In one of their ‘ladies' nights in,’ Visenya had drunk enough northern wine to talk freely, and she had spoken to Alysanne about how much she misses her family, including her grandmother.  Tales of her youth from Driftmark.  Alysanne knows that Visenya should read the letter just in case something terrible has happened.  

“Thank you.  M’lady.  Stark,”  Visenya nods as she makes her way to Ben's room.  

If she opens the letter, she will need Ben to talk her down if necessary.  

– – 

Visenya walks into Ben's chamber, not bothering to knock, but as she sees what Ben is taking part in, she wishes she had.   Visenya clears her throat, and the three people look up from what they are doing.  Ben smiles at Visenya while the men and women cover themselves.  

“The two of you out,” Visenya tells them as she walks to one of the chairs in front of the fireplace.  The two strangers scramble to gather their things, and Visenya throws Ben a pair of pants to cover himself.  

“You didn’t have to ruin my day,” Ben tells her as he moves off the bed.  He had been enjoying the two beautiful people he had picked out.  “If you were jealous, you could have taken one of them,”

“I have my lovers, thank you very much,” Visenya tells him as he sits in the chair opposite her.   Visenya and Ben had been enjoying their freedom in the north, and Ben was a hit among all the ladies and men.  Visenya even let herself have a couple of lovers in the past, but it was never to the same extent as Ben.  Visenya tosses Ben the letter and looks at the fire.  

“What's this?” Ben asks as he looks at the seal.  Sea green with a Targaryen Dragon.

“Letter from my grandmother,” Visenya tells him, but he already could tell. “Either my grandsire, Lord Corlys, has finally died at the step stones or something else has happened,”

“Why haven’t you opened it yet?” Ben asks, but he knows the answer.  

“Because I like the life we have here, and I do not want it to end yet,” Visenya answers as she relaxes in her chair.   “I know that if I open it and it is bad news, then we have to leave the north and go back,”

Ben hands the letter back to Visenya.  Giving her a silent look to open it, he knows that Visenya will open the letter. If she weren’t, then she would have already burned it.  Visenya grabs the letter and breaks the seal. 

“Darling Visenya.  I regret to inform you that your grandsire has been hurt, and Vaemond Velaryon is going to King’s Landing to plead his claim for the Driftmark throne.  I wish you to return and offer me your support,”  Visenya reads out loud.  

Visenya knew that when Lord Corlys died, anyone would change her brother's claim to the Driftmark throne with Valaryon's blood.   If the legitimacy of Luke's birth is brought up in question, so would hers and the rest of her brothers.  It only takes one eye to know that the children are not Ser Laenors.  

“Support for who? Isn’t your brother in line for Driftmark,” Ben questions and Visenya nods.  Visenya believes that her grandmother has been making an excellent job ruling in the absence of Lord Corlys and that if he were to die, she would be a better fit for the throne than Luke.  But Luke is her blood brother, and even if he hates her now, she will support and protect him no matter what.  

“My brother Luke can not even get on a boat without getting Green Sick.  She wants me to support her. She has been ruling the past eight years and doing a good job of it,” Visenya tells Ben as she throws the letter into the fire, watching it go up in flames.  

“So, are we gonna go?” Ben asks, but he already knows the answer.  A year-long period of peace and happiness was already given to them by the gods, and it was only a time before a war or something like that happened to steal them away.

“If Vaemond Velaryon is making his plea for the throne, then he will be bringing up the legitimacy of my brothers and me.  I might not be close with them, but I will not allow my brothers or mother to be humiliated like that,” Visenya explains to Ben, trying to justify to him and herself why they should leave.  

“It is a long ride to the capital, and Morghon has gotten-”

“Are you calling him fat?” Visenya cuts him off.  Morghon had gotten a little rounder in their time in the north, splurging on how much he ate.  In no way is the dragon unhealthy, just a bit more fat around his tummy.  

“No, just a little chubby,” Ben tries to explain himself.  

“I’ll tell him you said that,” Visenya tells him as she gets up.  She nods toward his stomach, which is still bare. “And you are one to talk, gotten a bit rounder,”

Ben had gotten a little rounder in the stomach, but both knew it only added to his scary demeanour.   Ben rubs his hand over his belly.  

“The people love it,” He defends as he stands up from his chair, pulling away various articles of clothing.  “I’ll start packing,”

“No more whoring around,” Visenya jokes as she walks to his door.  

Ben swirls one of the shirts in his hand and whips it against the back of her tight.  She turns and gives him a joking smile before exiting his room.  

Both of them know that this trip to the capital would be enjoyable, full of Targaryen drama, and Visenya can only open that none of her family gets caught in the crossfire.  A small part of Visenya is nervous as well.  She would be seeing him again. 

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x oc #aemond Targaryen x velaryon oc #daughter of Rhaenyra #daughter of daemon #house of the dragon

[marshmallowloves]

Zelda OC #3 - Iphenia + Naida (sometimes)

>> (list of posts for other OCs)

(Heads up, this one is a bit long too, so just be prepared!)

I replayed Twilight Princess many times since that first time. I consider it to be my first real Zelda game because, as I said in the previous post, I was old enough to actually appreciate it as a game, rather than just have vague memories of holding a Zelda game in my hand. During some of these many replays, I thought about Ixchel, and I thought about Seracia, and then I thought... "Huh. These guys... kind of suck."

Between the fairy present with no explanation, said fairy literally just being a recolor of the first terrible fairy, the pet freakin' wolf, and the simping for Link... Ixchel did kind of suck. But some parts didn't! I was fond of her weapons, and I did love having characters that were bold and ready for action - probably because I was an awkward, sheltered nerd and lived vicariously through my OCs and their adventures. So I figured I'd refine Ixchel and Seracia once more, still keeping them for the Twilight Princess universe (because I will never not love that game), and before long I had my first iterations of Iphenia and Naida.

At first, Iphenia looked very similar to Ixchel, just with different colors and not so many belts and straps - and it made sense, since she was supposed to be a "refined" Ixchel. Like I said, I enjoyed the bold, adventurous personalities on my OCs, so she had about the same personality as Ixchel as well. I also still liked the idea of her name starting with an "I", because you don't really see too many of those. I don't exactly remember how I found it, but I eventually discovered the name "Iphigenia" - a princess in Greek mythology and a saint in Christian tradition. I didn't want to take the name directly, so I just deleted the "ig" and was left with Iphenia, which I felt sounded a little more "Zelda."

Iphenia also has a white fairy named Naida - the difference here is that Naida has an origin! It's a bullshit origin, but one nonetheless. At the time, a friend of mine had created an OC who was a goddess in the Zelda universe, and she blessed Iphenia with a protector in the form of a fairy. Like I said, kind of bullshit, but it's way better than Seracia just... being there. 😂

I used this version of Iphenia in a few drawings and stories, but eventually I decided that she was a little too similar to Ixchel. She needed to be more different, more independent! So, I gave her a bit of an overhaul, and to this day I still use this design - and Iphenia as a character (which I'll get to!)

She gained new clothes and lost the fairy! Not only that, but this is where I really started to flesh her out. Go figure that I develop her more as a character, now that she doesn't have to rely on someone else to constantly bounce off of. Naida was cool and all, but it was time for Iphenia to venture into a different realm... or rather, two different realms.

It was around this time that I finally got around to playing Skyward Sword, one of my top 3 favorite titles to this day. And with a new game, a new favorite character - and inevitably, a new ship - was bound to manifest at some point. Out of all the lovely characters in SS, nobody in particular caught my eye right away (shoo, Ghirahim, not now - you'll be in the next post). However, after finishing the story and completing a particular sidequest, a certain blue-haired boy of stout stature paved the way to a thinly-veiled self-ship with Iphenia as the vessel.

YUP, WE'RE TALKIN' ABOUT CAWLIN'S CHUNKY ASS

I'm not gonna lie - to this day, I love the dynamic between Iphenia and Cawlin. Since Iphenia (who gained the nickname Feeny for the rest of forever) still retained that bold and active personality, she doesn't take any of Cawlin's shit - instead, she sees right through it and finds an awkward Jerk With a Heart of Gold™ who's honestly just trying his best. On the other end, we have Cawlin, who finds that he can't intimidate this one into doing his bidding - but dang it, he still tries, and vehemently denies that he finds her natural intolerance for his BS... kind of refreshing actually. For a long while, he's completely oblivious to the fact that she likes him, but after his sidequest (where I feel the "proper" ending is the one where he's rejected by Karane), he stops looking through Karane-colored glasses and starts to come around to Feeny's advances.

I really do like these two together! Don't ask how in the world Feeny has blended seamlessly into the tiny, tight-knit community of Skyloft, but only just now acknowledged Cawlin's existence. I still don't have an explanation for that one kdjfhg.

But we're not quite done yet - fast forward a little bit, where I get my hands on Majora 3D (it's worth mentioning that I get these games relatively late after their release - way too expensive to buy them at launch). I'm just coming off the trail of OOT 3D, and am eager to finally see what the darkest game in the series has to offer, given that nobody in my family ever owned an N64. I play through, see the weird stuff that Ben Drowned has desensitized me to...

And then I step into Mayor Dotour's office. And for some reason that to this day I cannot figure out for the life of me, my eyes are glued to the Clock Town Corps Recruiter shouting at the oblivious carpenter. Was it the delivery of the one singular voice clip he has? Was it the fact that he's one of the only people in the town who is capable of common sense and wants to evacuate? Whatever it was, I'd finally done it. I'd fallen for a ridiculously obscure NPC. ...Or rather, Iphenia had fallen for the ridiculously obscure NPC.

In order to hide my shame for lowering the bar into hell, I came up with a legitimate, thought-out origin story - at least, as good an origin story as you can make in a game where the world is heavily implied to just be a giant fever dream. In this iteration, Iphenia is a young woman caring for her ill mother, and in order to make money for medicine, she enlists herself in the Clock Town guard. Though she remains headstrong in her motivations, she can't help but take interest in her superior, Captain Viscen, who proves to be incredibly serious about his job. He can't deny that she's physically strong, but her blatant disregard for her own safety for the sake of thrill-seeking and her weird need to bug him all the time forces him to keep a close eye on her, on top of all the people in Clock Town.

This time around, the dynamic is Feeny's "sweet but will absolutely get herself killed someday" to Viscen's "guy who keeps her from getting herself killed." And it, uh, happens a lot. Like the time Feeny found a Pictobox on the ground...

And Viscen's subsequent scolding of her wanting to do it again...

Okay at this point I might just be making excuses to show off old art of these two that I've never gotten to share before jdhfgjf. But, Feeny has gone through quite a bit of change, and I'm proud of where she is now! I even recently drew her with a bit of armor to show her place in the guard (one day I'll give her a proper suit! djfhg)

One more thing to note - during all of this, her weapons are largely the same as Ixchel's - the difference here being that there is only one blade on the rings now, with both the edge and the point being used to attack. She also carried a cloth around to clean them, as well as a pouch of literal rocks to sharpen them.

However, I eventually decided that these would be impractical - especially for her Majora iteration. So I settled on something else with both an edge and a point that would fit much better as a guard - a halberd! ...that I have not drawn yet. But I know it'll look similar to Viscen's spear, having the tassels and all. I'll add it to my drawing list!

#zelda #loz #legend of zelda #oc #Iphenia #Naida #Iphenia and Naida

[kinetic-elaboration]

March 29: Five Things

So hard to figure out the temperature recently! I leave the house in the morning and it's cold; I get to work and I'm sitting under a blanket half the day because it's still cold; leave work and it's warm outside; come home and I'm warm from the outside, change into a t-shirt--swiftly too cold; take a nap under blankets, too hot; get out of warm bed cocoon, immediately need the sweater again. But it's not humid. Which is good at least.

There was a food truck outside the law school today so I decided to give it a shot. It was... all right. I got some sliders without the onions. They had a strong taste and I seesawed a lot on whether or not I liked that taste. I think on the whole I did. I heard much about the fries, but tbh the distinctive feature of the fries--the cheese and seasonings--were the worst part to me. I'm a basic bitch and a fry only needs to taste like potato, salt, and ketchup for me! There were also simply too many. I ate at those fries for a solid half hour, still couldn't see the bottom of the fry pit. There might have been more than when I started. Impossible to say.

I am getting tired of the discussion around the RBR exhibit name. I liked the title "Some Olde Law Bookes," because, once I got that it was meant in a sort of tongue-in-cheek, joking way, I became fond of the joke. On the whole, most people like it. But a few people vocally don't (including one of the people in charge of the exhibit and the director, who doesn't hate it I don't think, but.... doesn't love it). But almost all the people who vocally don't have come up with 0 other options. And most of the options that HAVE come up in brainstorming have been tweaks on the initial title, because we've been talking about it so long that it's wormed its way into everyone's minds and become the default to which other titles must compare. But any tweak you make to it takes away the joke. Because the joke IS 'eh, it's just a display of old law books lol' and if you add in adjectives or make it more formal, it's literally just a boring ass title that simply describes the display. I guess that's fine but it seems a step down. My suggestion was to leave the display untitled for a month and then run a contest for the best title. The winner gets to touch one (1) rare book from the exhibit. I was told that a certain professor would win this and that he has already touched the books but to me that just shines a light on the solution: ask him to give the display a title! Also you can touch books more than once; it's still fun.

After so long with a working but terribly loud, buzzy kitchen light, followed by a couple of weeks with literally no kitchen light, painstakingly cleaning my kitchen by the glow of a lantern and the light above the stove, it feels weird to flip the switch and suddenly have real illumination. I don't even mind that there are 2 holes in my ceiling now. I mean, it's not like I ever look up.

Took such a long nap after work today. I don't even care because I am hopeful that it will help me feel better and have a better day tomorrow and because I have already accomplished most of what I wanted to this week. Most of what's left are sort of 'it would be nice if I did this' things. I had a lot of weird dreams. About people I haven't seen in a long time, old relationships, old places, etc.

#the year 2023 #2023: rl #2023: five things