#hes like the election is so soon its not gonna do anything

[sugar-omi]

omg idk if u do nsfw request but could you like write jealous cove x fem reader nsfw? i think cove isn’t the type to feel possessively jealous but there’s times he can’t let it go but it’s not a like “your mine!!” type possessive more like a “im yours!!” possessive? IDK IF THAT MAKES SENSE SORRY

DW IT MAKES A LOTTA SENSE N I AGREE W EVERYTHING U JUST SAID!! i hope i lived up to your rq 🙏🙏 i enjoyed writing this sm

tags : NSFW, fem reader, jealous cove, service top cove, hand jobs, penetration, between step 3 and 4, you are in college, mention of wanting to marry you

(mentions step 3 "happiness" moment and you getting upset when cove doubted you'd still be together at the end of summer in step 3.

also i'm thinking abt the patreon moment n how cove likes just a hint of pain n runnning w it, i'll never recover from it!)

synopsis : cove is jealous and worried about you finding another man, so you ease his anxiety.

you have always reassured cove that you love him, that he makes you the happiest girl in the world. you promised him that he doesn't have to do anything special to make you happy, that he alone makes you happy.

cove can't help but feel loved every time he thinks about it. and after you got mad at him for doubting the strength of your relationship, brought to tears by the notion, cove promised himself to never make you cry sad or angry tears ever again if he can help it.

but you're standing there, talking with a classmate of from one of your classes and you're laughing and he's looking at you with one too many hearts in his eyes and a darker voice in the smallest crease of cove's mind wonders if you'd like if he looked like that.

hair styled in a way that was casual but handsome, and a ribbed turtle neck under a cream jacket.

cove quickly dismisses that thought, knowing you prefer him in less layers and that you'd never ask him to change his style unless the weather called for more layers must to his chagrin.

unable to take anymore, broken by the guy putting a hand on your shoulder. cove steps out the car, easily taking long strides and he calls out to you.

"y/n!"

you turn around, happy as a peach to see your boyfriend and cove's heart throbs at how easily you forget about the guy in front of you. "are you ready to go eat? its gonna be lunch rush soon..." cove bites h is lips, wondering if thats a good enough excuse to get you out of this guys reach before he puts too many moves on you.

"yeah, just-" you adjust your backpack straps and turn to address your classmate but you step towards cove, taking his hand in yours. "i gotta go, but you should check the online class board, you can download the notes from there! bye!"

cove pulls you away as you barely finish your greetings, opening the car door for you but he slams his own door and winces but pulls out the lot nonetheless, making the drive back to your shared home.

"cove? what's wrong?" you put your hand on his thigh soothingly but cove just jumps at the sudden touch, his head hits the steering wheel, trying to use the break at the stop light to push away his jealousy.

knowing he can't hide from you, cove address you, looking at you with teary puppy eyes, not wanting to upset you but his heart is in turmoil.. "i'm jealous. i know i shouldn't be but- but! that guy was definitely hitting on you and i know you love me but i'm worried you'll leave me for someone better an-" cove whimpers, blinking his eyes as he focuses on the road again and turns onto your street.

"cove... i'm so sorry baby, i- i didn't even notice he was hitting on me. he was just asking about what he missed during class... if it helps, he's only in my elective class! we're not even in the same major so-"

cove cuts you off, quickly and smoothly parking the car in your designated space. "it's not just him. like.. baxter, or derek. i know we haven't heard from baxter in awhile but he was so smooth and flirty and confident. and derek, well derek is nice and reliable and.. i don't know." cove leans over the console.

"i don't want you to leave me for someone better, i know you said you won't but. i love you so much. i wanna be your's forever, i wanna marry you one day! i love being your boyfriend so much, y/n.." cove frets, pushing his head into your hand when you cup his cheek, fighting tears and failing.

"cove. i love you. you'll always be mine." you kiss his face, hovering over his lips, "you'll always be my special lover boy."

cove purrs, melting into your kiss. when you pull away, cove looks at you with hooded lids, "l-lets go inside..."

you barely make it through the door, your hands running under cove's shirt and he trembles trying to put the key in the door, steadying when you wrap your hand around his and guide him.

when the door unlocks, you pull cove in, kissing his neck as you reach behind him to flip the lock and slip the chain through the track. "y-y/n, ahh.." cove mutters breathlessly, some other words escaping his mouth in a jumbled mess but you hear a stuttered "feels good" and you keep going, pulling him through the house to your bedroom.

on the way, your shoes are left haphazardly in front of the door and a trail of clothes breadcrumb the hallway.

you push cove onto the bed, stepping out of your bottoms and left in just your underwear, you help cove unbutton his shorts, pushing away shaky hands.

you slip off his boxers, deciding to take care of cove while he's still pliable. "shh baby, let me take care of you.." you settle in his lap and cove throws his head back in a shaky moan when your hand wraps around his sensitive cock, stroking him slowly and swiping your skilled hands over his weeping slit, knowing how to work your boyfriend's body in the best ways.

"y/n..." cove whines, bucking his hips into your hand as you grope him through his boxers.

"t-tighter, please.. ah!" cove groans when your hand tightens around his cock the way he likes, feeling a knot build in his abdomen at your increasingly faster strokes. "i'm, i'm close.. mh-" cove gasps, finger tips digging into your hips.

in his lusty haze, cove looks at your bra and works the front clasp the way you showed him. you grin knowingly, enjoying cove's blush as his eyes train on how your breast bounce when the clasp comes undone.

you arch your back, encouraging cove to play with your chest. his lips clasp on your collar bone, nibbling and sucking lightly so as to not leave marks but when you flex your hand around his cock cove bites particularly hard, sure enough to leave a bruise.

something primal inside of him feels pleased at that.

cove shudders, looking up from your chest to meet your eyes. "w-why did you stop?.."

you smile, kissing your lovely boy on the cheek. "don't want you to finish yet." you reach for a condom, urging cove to lean against the pillows.

you're not too worried about stretching yourself as you'd had sex the night before and only applying ample lube for what will definitely be a bit of a long night, thankful your classes are over for the day.

cove takes his place, shaking when you roll the condom over his sensitive cock. you straddle his lap, hands gripping his shoulders as you line him up with your cunt.

you sink onto his cock, moaning sharply when his tip hits your bladder from inside, your cunt sensitive and nearly dripping with your slick.

when you finally take him to the hilt, his cock rubbing all the sensitive spots inside you and reaching deeper than you could ever reach on your own.

cove gasps and holds you tighter when your cunt trembles around him, kissing you as you gently bounce on his lap. "cove, cove..." you mutter, breathless and your eyes water at the sensation of his cock dragging against your gummy walls.

cove grips your hips, grinding your hips together making you moan loudly. "can i.. *swallows* can i move too?"

you nod, whining when cove instantly bucks his hips into yours, taking the lead at your instruction.

you pull cove into a kiss, your tongues dancing together before the kiss turns gentle and loving. breaking away for air, cove trails kisses down your neck as you gasp and moan, his cock hitting your walls in a way that makes you leak with more slick and clench tightly around him.

"i'm gonna cum, fuck please cove! more!"

cove reaches for your clit, his thumb circling your sensitive clit as he brings you over the edge. "i love you y/n, so happy to be yours.. please cum, wanna feel you cum around me." cove whispers sweet and dirty words in your ear, "you feel so good.. ahh fuck, thats it.. agh fuck!"

cove trembles, cumming into the condom as your pussy tightens and your thighs shake on either side of him.

cove collapses into your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you and you both shake in each others embrace.

"i love you." you kiss cove's head, coming down from your orgasm.

cove kisses your neck back, his lips tickle against your sweaty skin as he speaks, "i love you too.."

"cove? what're you-"

you pull yourself off his lap, cove throwing the tied off condom in the trash and before you can get up he pulls you back into his lap.

cove's brilliant blue eyes drill into you, sparking the flames of your heart and your cunt throbs with need. "i still want you.."

you laugh, happily sinking into the bed with cove on top of you.

cove grabs a condom from the open drawer and rolls it over his sensitive but still hard cock, quickly sinking into your warmth.

he moans shakily, drawing his hips back and slamming back into you, your legs wrapped loosely around his waist so he can fuck you and still steal a kiss from you.

cove leans into your neck, his body supported by his forearms but he still looms over you. "i love you.. so happy to be your boyfriend, ngh-.. i-i love belonging to you."

you scratch down cove's back. "you're mine.. ah!" cove picks up the pace, ignited by you agreeing that he's yours.

cove mumbles happily into your neck, most of his chant muffled by his face buried in your neck; sucking marks and hiding at the same time. most of it is moans, but you hear a few "yours.. yours..." among his moans.

cove grunts at the use of the nickname, buoyed to go further and he reaches between your bodies to rub your clit.

feeling that knot in your stomach, you tell cove you're coming. "c-c'mon cove! make me cum, want my sunshine to make me cum!"

you reach orgasm together for the second time, cove dripping sweat onto you.

you both pant, the temperature making you squirm.

cove speaks first, "..i love you, love you so much. i'm sorry i got jealous.."

"its okay cove, if this is how its gonna be you get jealous more often!"

cove groans, embarrassed by your teasing. "carry me to the shower?"

cove pops up, bright like an obedient puppy. "yes!"

#our life: beginnings & always #cove holden smut #cove holden x reader #cove x mc #cove holden #cove x reader #smut #cove holden x reader smut #cove holden x mc smut

[decolonize-the-left]

I’m not a registered democrat, I have campaigned for a progressive before, but I’m gonna be real with you. If democrats are “pro-Democracy” and republicans are the “fascists” than why the fuck do the democrats not have debates this year but do have superdelegates? But the repubs don’t have superdelegates and do have debates (even when RFK Jr and Marianne Williamson are both doing better in the polls against Biden then any of the republicans other than DeSantis are doing against trump)? You can make the case he’s an incumbent but half the democrats want someone new. I can’t be the only one who sees this nonsense

fascism(n.)

fas·​cism ˈfa-ˌshi-zəm

a political philosophy, movement, or regime (such as that of the Fascisti) that

exalts nation and often race above the individual and that stands for a centralized autocratic government headed by a dictatorial leader

severe economic and social regimentation

and forcible suppression of opposition

I can't post more than 10 links on a post anymore so I can't provide sources proving that the USA has met all-if not most- of these check marks. But it has. And it has for a long time, before Trump and before Obama. Regardless of party.

Because fascism is fascism. Just like democracy is democracy regardless of which party you align with. Why would which fascist party you like matter? Its fascism.

Like when was the last time any of us Genuinely had a say in anything? We're just now coming out of centuries of genocide, slavery, and systematic abuses against minorities. We all just got human rights within the last generation and not even all of them. And we had to fight tooth and nail, lose family for the ones we do have.

And that's not even talking about how long it took us to get our right to vote and it's still actively & shamelessly suppressed every election.

And we're slipping backwards? Already?

Does our "democracy" think the people suddenly lost interest in the rights and protections our previous generations fought for? Funny that while also adding more laws to make protesting illegal and more funding and protections to police. Did you know Biden labeled people protesting specifically against fascism as terrorists part of a terror group (antifa)?

Why?

Who does it benefit to strip us of rights?

Why do it when that's Not what we want?

What could They want for us?

Why are they censoring protests critiquing capitalism?

Do you want people deciding which rights you should have For you when they think you shouldn't have less?

Is the way this country is functioning right now a healthy democracy?

This is something that someone just made in contrast to the above images I'm sure. I can't find any indication online this is a genuine list.

But it does make a very strong point about the political leanings of the US political climate. And it's certainly not leaning towards any of these things. Always seems to be justifying attacking them or not supporting them instead...which goes back to the scapegoats checkpoint.

The first thing Nazis did was blame minorities for the state of the country. As soon as they had enough support, they started rounding us up.

Kinda like how Mexicans are stealing jobs, Black people steal cuz they don't work, queers are perverting our youth and welfare queens are stealing from taxpayers.

And what are the Dems doing about this rhetoric?

Pushing you right every chance. Like using the pied piper strategy for their nationwide campaigning. Like having superdelegates and not letting progressives participate.... But yeah Republicans will.

At least they listen, right? At least they're honest.

Makes that step right seem way easier than you thought before. Funny, innit?

Democrats are truly personifying the ratchet effect but not just by allowing republicans to pass awful policy while doing Nothing in return. They're also doing nothing at best while the right recruits more and more people (and helping at worst).

I think there are a lot of people in our government who are there for good reason and with good intentions and are "pro-democracy."

I think very few of them are aware enough of the bigger picture to realize they're cogs in a well oiled fascist machine.

That is to say only fascists work in fascist governments.

They're all fash. Not just repubs. Not just Dems.

The only people I have any hope for are progressives and leftists willing to throw a wrench in it.

I'd happily vote for Marianne or Bernie or Andrew Yang if it meant giving fascists a run for their money.

Nothing would scare them more than the people having spare money and time to organize. And we'd have that with higher wages or ubi or universal healthcare.

Voting for a socialist is the best way to beat a fascist. Socialists fundamentally believe everyone deserves rights. There is no greater challenger to fascism than that.

It's why Democrats refuse to push Bernie and Marianne and Andrew Yang. It's why candidates like them with campaigns focused on social programs and increasing life quality are reduced to clowns and radicals nobody should take seriously.

It's all propaganda. All of it.

As long as we still have the ability to vote we should be voting for people like them.

Who cares if they aren't perfect, you know? We're living in the setup stages of another genocide.

Who cares if we lose when we lose either fucking way at this point. Biden is the fucking president and he can't stop what Desantis is doing???? Won't challenge it???

We need someone who will. And WE, together, need to stop settling and putting up with less when we can have So Much More.

Anyone telling you to vote for Biden is a psyop for fascists and I stand by that.

Voting for parties like green party or independents or whatever is not "fascism" because it's splitting the vote. I don't care what Democrats and liberals tell you. It's just you exercising your right to vote for a representative that represents you. Which is what a healthy democracy is supposed function like.

If they call you a fascist/psyop/Russian/bot it's time to start really analyzing what principles and beliefs Democrats stand for in 2023. Do they want you to vote with their beliefs and principles or have they shaped their nationalism to align with their political party which they want you to support without question?

And if they start pressuring you because "the fascists" will win without a unified vote on a democratic candidate then it's time to start considering more aggressive approaches to fascism if we are ONLY ever one election away from it.

If we are One vote away then voting isn't enough to keep it away anyway. And this "warning" coming from the same party year after year that's ALSO promised to "address (voter sticking point) after we win the votes we need" for decades in a row now.

They didn't. In fact we don't have Roe v Wade over it. We're losing human rights over it.

And now Democrats are the Only ones who can stop fascists, huh?

#asked #answered #damn I kinda went off huh #politics #voting #electoral politics #leftist #anarchist #us politics #us elections #Democrats #liberals #vote #capitalism #biden

[imaginebabygurl]

Hey! Could you write Edward smut with reader? And can you add some angst too pleaseeee? 🥺 I love Edward

Frobidden Fruit

Edward Cullen x Reader

A/n: hey loves hoped you enjoy this one, sorry I guess I made it more angst than anticipated but still hope you enjoy anyways.

This is for you anon ❤️ 💙 💜

P.s Smut 18+ minors exit stage left please thanks

I don't know how long he's been watching me, Edward cullen that is always near my radar. Sometimes I see him around Forks in the secret places I like to visit in the book store across town or at the cafe I like to study at when or just simply relax when I need to get away.

Sometimes I don't know if it's a dream or really him in my bedroom watching me sleep.I know there's desire in his eyes and I would absolutely let him do anything to me. The only problem is he's in a relationship with my step-sister Bella Swan and as attractive as Edward my be I love Bella and Charlie I could never hurt her in such a way.

So I always do my best to keep my distance and it would always be short and sweet, well that's until our science teacher assigned us as partners.Alice told me this would eventually happen, that we'd be alone and did my very best to try and switch classes but it was no use. In this moment I felt hopeless knowing that my fate was to in fact betray my sister, it just knowing that I'm capable of hurting the people I love.

It was the day Edward came to my house Bella was home with Alice, we were all on the couch watching t.v and I was multi tasking between preparing for my project and talking with them. Then we heard the doorbell ring Alice and I looked at each other worried, while Bella went to go get the door. " Hey Eward come in, y/n is in the living room.

"Hey what are you doing here?" Edward asked his sister."I was just chilling with y/n and Bella. I was actually gonna take Bella to the book store after she went shopping with me" "What!" Both Bella and I said in unison bit for two completely different reasons." Sorry Alice can I all to you upstairs." I grabbed Alice of the couch and too he upstairs.

"Alice what the hell do you think your doing?!" I said in a low whisper voice." You said you weren't going to leave us alone and your doing the exact opposite! What the fuck?"" Listen y/n babe I don't like this either, but in every vision I have its bound to happen some day and trust me.

You don't want the version when Bella turns to a new born."" Alicw why is that?" I said with concern."Because she kills you, so get this done and over with now.""Alice.""yeah?"" I hate you right." She slapped the side of my arm." No you don't now, I gotta go so deal with whatever the Hell, is going on with my brother." With that Alice rushed downstairs and hurried Bella out the door. "We'll be back soon!" I heard Alice slam the door shut.

"This is just Great y/n, sleeping with your sister's boyfriend. What an amazing sister you are" I kicked the side of my night stand. " I still think your an amazing sister." I turn around starled. "Oh hey, sorry let's go down stairs and get started."

I tried to make my way pass Edward before he tried anything but I was already to late. He grabbed me in the hallway before I could even leave my room and wrapped his arms around my staomach. " you have really nice ass ." With that Edward let out a deep moan as he pressed his election into my ass, I let out a small whiper.

"Dam Edward can we at least talk about-about Ed-edward." I struggle to make out words as he sucked on my neck hoping no hockey's would be left on my neck as he still grinded himself agianst my ass.

"We can worry about it later" "Come on, y/n your gonna make me wait or maybe I should fuck you so Bella sees me fucking you, that would be a nice display.""N-N-no it wouldn't how could you say something li-lik-like that. ahh Edward please stop." I let out a soft cry Edward rubbing my clit through the fabric of my jeans and with his grinding on me, I was partially bent over.

"Y/n your beautiful, your blood signs to me like Bella's, come on y/n tell me you want me." Edward bent me over in the doorway and started to dry hump me and with each thrust it drove me crazy. I struggled relentlessly but it was no use and at the point my panties were soaked through my light colored jeans.

My eyes rolled back in pleasure and my breath hitched as Edward went underneath my big sweater and and touched and pulled in my nipples, his hand were cold against my hot body and it felt so good. "Edward Please!" I called out he stopped and lift me up in his arms with ease. He closed my room door to press me agianst the wall his grunting as he thrust hisbhips into me his eyes darker that before.

" Tell me what you want y/n" " please Edward take my body.

" As soon as I said those words. Edward rushed me to the bed and and took of my clothes leaving nothing to the imagination. Edward stood there taking in my body, I couldn't wait for him to finish inspecting me. " If I'm gonna be fully naked so are you." " fair." Edward chuckled as he continued to pepper kisses on me. He then gently pushed me to the bed and laid me flat on my back. With two fingers Edward pushed them both inside my moving them slight , it was uncomfortable at first but I became unraveled by his touch he sucked on my clit.

I put my hands in his air I guess it made him Barry his face deeper into my pussy, I guess being a vampire has his perks you wouldn't need to come up for air. "Edward,Edward,Edward!!!" " COME ON!, Come Foor me" as I road out my high my body shaking violently, as he slumped up my juices.

"Y/n fuck you did so well but now, it's my turn." Edward had a condom on and placed himself between my legs." Edward please, I don't think I can take it anymore." " Yes you can your gonna take all of my me" Edward slowly entered inside me and and slowing began to move. "Edward please go, please go fast.""No""whhyyy?" I whined."Because I don't want to hurt you""Ed please if it's too much, I'll tell you to stop."

With that I wrapped my legs around his torso and he began to pound into me, Edward pick me up and thruster into me faster agianst the ceiling of my room not wanting to brake the furniture that was in my room. There were screams and moans that echoed through the room I thank God that the neighbors were either out of town or a work.

"FUCK,FUCK FUCK Y/N" Edward's pace was becoming animalistic and sloppy tears and wave of pleasure were streaming down my face."Edward!!!""Y/n!! FUCK!" Our bodies shook violently as we road out our highs. Then Edward let me fall onto my bed giggles escaping my lips and he cuddled me.

But then the reality of him not being mind hit me."Edward we should shower and study."" Let's stay here for a bit-" " No our sisters would be back soon and it's still not right what we did." "Y/n I love you." "Edward no please." He then started peppering my temple and lips with kisses. "Edward please Let's stop right here." Trying to push him away."No, I won't because your my forbidden fruit. Something that I want so bad but I can't have." With that I kissed him one last time.

"We should shower and study." With that I picked my self up off the bed my legs felt like they were about to give away, Edward h eloped me to the bathroom, he showered us both and got me something to eat. And all I could think about as I watched him kiss Bella as she came through the door a forbidden fruit indeed. He looked at me hearing my thoughts but I simply looked away and went on with bussiness as usual.

#twilight #vampire #the cullens #edward cullen #twilight x y/n #twilight x reader #edward cullen x reader #edward cullen x y/n #edward cullen x you #alice cullen #bella swan

[schillypokespe]

You’re Holding On Too Long!

Hermitcraft Scar/Welsknight-Centric fic about waiting for someone. - One Shot

Link to Ao3 in Reblogs

Tags: HC Rarepairs Written by a system Loneliness Hurt/Comfort Disabled Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar

Wels didn’t show up for Season 7. Which wasn’t too worrisome, hermits turned up late all the time. One of the most common things on this server was someone getting burnt out or tired of constantly being around so many other people, and constantly working or doing something. So people got burnt out and retreated to private single player worlds all the time. So nobody noticed, initially.

It was just another season and someone hadn’t shown up yet, honestly everyone was just mostly excited that Hypno, Etho, and Beef were back. And a few people probably assumed that Wels was gonna take a season long break, or had quit Hermitcraft for other things, and nobody questioned it, even though Xisuma hadn’t said anything about Wels being late or otherwise. Secrets were well respected on this server.

So when the first month or two passed, Scar wasn’t worried. He focused on his builds and working on perfecting his new wizard magic, trying to balance learning it with his vex magic still lingering. It was alright when his primary partner didn’t show up, initially.

He was never going to try to crowd Wels, just like he never tried to crowd Grian or Mumbo too much, it was alright. He was focused anyways, he sent Wels and Xisuma a message after the first month though.

[GoodTimeWithScar] whispered to [Welsknight]: Hey are you planning on coming back to the server anytime soon? People miss you!

[GoodTimeWithScar] whispered to [Xisumavoid]: Do you know where Wels is? I know you didn’t say anything to the server and that’s alright if its a secret between the two of you! Just wondering.

In the morning he received a message back from Xisuma, saying that the admin had no clue where Welsknight was or if he was returning for this season. Which of course, again, was fine, it wasn’t something Scar was gonna push.

When the second month passed, Scar was getting worried. They had gotten messages from even Etho when he’d been off server, so it was significantly more worrying when they’d gotten nothing from Wels, and some people on the server had mentioned it, but the general assumption was that he was just busy. Which was okay.

[GoodTimeWithScar] whispered to [Welsknight]: If you’re off on a singleplayer world can I come see you? I know we try to keep the relationship stuff private and all so just. Let me know? I miss you!

And nothing arised from that message either. Scar just kept going about his normal day otherwise, shoving down his worry and replacing it with a motivation to keep building and working, going out to hang out with his fellow hermits and spending nights at their bases when he had nothing better to do.

He kept himself busy, as almost everyone on the server knew how to do. It was pretty rare to see someone actually genuinely worried and being open about it. So it was fine.

It kept being fine when the third month passed, and Scar didn’t send a message that time, he was too focused on builds and taking care of his own health and Jellie, and that was fine. He was starting to adjust to the fact he probably wasn’t going to hear anything from Welsknight this season.

In June Scar was far too busy to properly message his partner, the hermit was practically running himself dry, trying to keep appearances up for his mayoral campaign, he tried his best to not even bring his wheelchair some places, on the good days.

Just trying to keep himself up with his vex levitation and his cane, and that worked. Just probably not the best idea in the long run, considering he ended up a little bed bound after the elections.

But that was alright, he had Bdubs around him nearly twenty-four-seven and so they made things work.

The next two months passed slowly, and Scar was far too focused on the road building competition and making sure people were taxed and things were funded to message the man who hadn’t shown up. And once the turf war started he was even less able to focus on the smaller things. Distractions upon distractions piled up until Scar was working constantly against Grian and the rest of the resistance.

Of course nothing was serious, at the end of the day he’d still get messages from his partners and friends saying they loved him and he’d send the same back and it was alright, and he would curl up with Jellie at night and rest.

One night after things had gone a bit too far, Scar was curled up in bed, not even letting Jellie press against his chest with how bad it hurt. He’d respawned wrong, like what happened to him far too many times, and he’d gotten a message saying they’d put his stuff in a chest but that was it. Nobody came to check on him or get him this time, which was alright.

It did leave him thinking though, it’d been months at this point. The season started in february? And it was August- or September? Now? He wasn’t fully sure. His thoughts weren’t very clear. So when he found himself crying and felt the ghost of arms around him he didn’t realize the problem until he’d subconsciously grabbed his communicator.

[GoodTimeWithScar] whispered to [Welsknight]: Are you coming home soon? [GoodTimeWithScar] whispered to [Welsknight]: I miss you. [GoodTimeWithScar] whispered to [Welsknight]: I’ve been busy, I’m the mayor of the shopping district now? Just been doing… everything. Grian started a war again.

And he sat and texted Wels all night, until he found himself on the edge of sleep at daybreak, and when he woke next at midday he still could barely move. Which… was okay, for the most part. The worst part was that there were still no replies on his communicator, nobody even checking in on him.

When he could walk again he went to Cub about it, talking to him about the fact Wels hadn’t replied to him, and getting a general idea that Wels hadn’t been replying to anyone, which honestly only gave Scar the worst ideas.

So he went to Xisuma with Cub a while later, after thinking about it, sitting the admin down.

“You said you don’t know where Welsknight is, and he hasn’t been replying to anyone?”

“Yes, I… wanted to give him his privacy but it’s been months now. So I checked his singleplayer world but nobody was on it.”

Scar felt his heart sink, and Cub put his hand on his shoulder. “Did- is there any way to see if he's okay by looking at his player data?” “You can’t look at someone's player data that isn’t on the same server as you. He’s whitelisted, if he wanted to be here I’m sure he would.”

“But it’s been months, X, is there anywhere that’s worth it to check?”

Xisuma seemed to think for a second, before Cub shrugged loosely “Is there any chance he never got the IP? Could just still be on the last server.”

“But if that's the case why wouldn’t he be messaging us?”

“What if his communicator broke?” Scar stared at the communicator in his own hands. He knew how easy it was for them to break, but to think someone had been alone in an empty server with no contact with the outside world for months? He couldn’t stand it.

“Could someone check?” Xisuma looked at Scar, before glancing up at Cub, who nodded briefly. “I’ll go to the season six server and see if he’s there, if he’s not though we just have to hope for the best.”

“Alright.”

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When Wels got back there was a celebratory party. He’d been brought into the shopping district and most of the hermits were crowding around him, asking questions and making sure he was alright. Scar had hung towards the back, mostly beating himself up over the fact he hadn’t tried to check on Wels sooner.

He hadn’t tried to do something sooner.

He could see the difference in the way the knight moved, the closed off behaviors and quiet voice, and the way he flinched a little when people touched him. So Scar didn’t get too close. He never ended up getting too close. Just, avoiding Wels vaguely the rest of the season.

Wels had no reason to reach out to him, as far as Wels knew he’d ignored him and his cries for help just like everyone else had.

So Scar stayed away, not wanting to bother him too much.

And the season came and went. Through season eight Scar did his best to avoid the knight as well, not wanting to be a bother or get in his way as Wels caught up with the way the hermits worked again, as he focused on stuff like the Yes Wings Club.

Scar focused on Boatem, and as the end of the season grew near and it was getting less and less common to hear from Wels, Scar was scared. And his other partners were focusing on eachother, so it left him sitting in Swaggon most of the time, in too much pain to do much.

The moon got closer and closer, and Scar couldn’t move most days, let alone build, and there was so much he wouldn’t finish, and while Boatem dragged him out of the Swaggon sometimes it just led to him being more exhausted.

Finally, as people were speculating it was the last week, he caved.

[GoodTimeWithScar] whispered to [Welsknight]: Are you busy?

He didn’t expect a response, just putting his communicator down and staring at the ceiling. He was the only member of Boatem sleeping, Grian and Mumbo were together most of the time, if not always, Impulse was… going a little bit stir-crazy, and Pearl seemed to be missing half the time.

[Welsknight] whispered to [GoodTimeWithScar]: No, what’s up?

He jumped at the notification, grabbing his communicator and debating what to say for a second. Before just sighing.

[GoodTimeWithScar] whispered to [Welsknight]: Can you come to the Swaggon for a bit? Just to hang out?

Moments passed, and no reply came, so Scar just sighed and dropped his communicator, collapsing back in bed and staring at the ceiling for longer. He honestly felt a bit like he could float away- which he probably could if he didn’t consistently make sure he was somewhat tied onto his bed with something every time he went to sleep.

He heard something crashing from downstairs, and moved to sit up just as a head peeked over the ladder. Scar stared at Welsknight for a second, opening his mouth to speak, just before Wels nearly crashed into him, knocking the breath out of the man.

A laugh bubbled out of Scar after a second as he moved his hands to unclasp Wels’ armor.

Once it was off, Welsknight settled next to him, wrapping his arms around Scar as tightly as he could. Scar couldn’t find it in him to speak before he’d started dozing off, safe in the familiarity of the knight's arms.

When he woke up it was to Welsknight gently petting his hair, scrolling through the chat on his communicator. The knight felt Scar moving, and glanced down at him. “Scar?”

“wwelll hello there” Scars voice was quiet, draped with sleep still lingering, and he moved up only a little bit to press a kiss to Wels’ jaw, smiling up at him. Wels just chuckled, moving his hand down to the back of Scars neck and letting him relax there.

It was silent for a minute, before Scar gave a quiet sigh, pressing his face into Welsknight’s shoulder.

“I missed you, sunshine” “I missed you too, my little vex.”

#goodtimeswithscar #welsknight #hermitcraft fic #hc gtws #hc welsknight #hermitcraft #i dont know their ship name!!! #my fics

[bellaramseysgf]

Rainy day (B.B)

Warning(s); none? Just fluff

Pairing(s); Bucky Barnes X girlfriend! Reader

Summary; Bucky plans a picnic but the weather has other plans.

A/n; a special thank you to @paulasocean for the idea <33 this wasn’t proofread so ignore mistakes<3

Divider by @firefly-graphics <3

“Bucky! Where are we going!” You asked for the millionth time probably “I’ve already told you,doll it’s a surprise!” You huffed playing with the hem of your dress. Bucky had bursted into your room a little over 2 hours ago and said to get dressed he had a surprise. You hated surprises normally but it was always good things with Bucky so how in the world could you hate anything he did.

He asked to borrow one of Tony’s cars rather then his bike because he knew it gave you anxiety though you adored riding on it. He wanted you peaceful and calm.

When Bucky turned down a small dirt road you looked over at him “This is the part where you kill me, huh?” Bucky chuckled “yeah sure” you giggled and it elected Bucky to laugh along with you. Eventually you came to a stop and when you hopped out of the car with bucky’s help you looked up. “Hey Buck, it’s kinda dark?” He looked up and shrugged “it’s not calling for rain I’m sure it’ll be fine” he lead you through a little bit of the woods before it opened up into a small field of flowers.

“Whoa, how the hell did you find this?” You asked and he shrugged “over here” he said leading you towards his surprise you smiled seeing the Blakey and food laid out “stop, Bucky this is so adorable” you looked over at him and he smiled at you. “Its amazing Bucky thank y-” you felt water hit your face and you looked up more droplets hitting your skin “uh Bucky I think it’s raining” as soon as you said that it was like Mother Nature heard you and the bottom fell out. It started pouring the rain in a matter of seconds and you squealed as you and Bucky rain back towards the car getting soaked in the process.

Your heels were not muddy and covered in grass your dress was soaked and sticking to your body bucky’s shirt doing the same. You ran a hand through your soaked hair and heard Bucky groan you looked over at him from the passenger side “what?” You asked and he pouted “I planned this whole thing because I wanted to do something special, something memorable and it just goes to shit” you smiled your heart tightening at him being sad.

“Hey, we can just reschedule right? It was the sweetest idea Buck” he continued to pout “love…I have so many good memories with you already please don’t be sad we can do it another day!” Bucky looked at you and you smiled. His eyes drifted to your window and he smiled he climbed out of the car and you gasped “Bucky! Get back in here you’ll catch a cold!” He was already back at your door. “Trust me?” He asked holding his hand out you looked at his hand and then him “always” you said and took his hand allowing him to help you out of the car.

He tugged you down the road and into the middle of the road “Bucky we are gonna get hit by a car!” He chuckled and sat your hands on his shoulders “are you serious?” You asked and he nodded dropping his hold to your waist. You giggled when he started to lead you around to dance “Bucky Barnes you’re a insane idiot” he smiled widely “I love you” “I love you too doll” he said and you shifted to wrap your arms around his neck as you continued to dance.

Bucky lifted his hands to your arms holding onto them as he rested his forehead against yours. Your pushed your fingers into the back of his wet hair as he ran his nose over yours urging you to look up at him and he smiled leaning down to kiss you softly. You kissed him back it was soft and passionate, you felt like time had slowed and it was just you and Bucky and it was perfect.

He spun you around and you squealed like you always do as you could hear your heels drag over the pavement you were so gonna end up sick but you just couldn’t care. This was by far the best time in your life just being next to Bucky. He dropped his head down onto your shoulder and you smiled your hand resting on the back of his neck as the two of you kept dancing.

#tori writes #bucky barns x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky fluff #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky fic #bucky barnes #bucky imagine #bucky x you #bucky fanfic

[nyaqtn]

(∪｡∪)｡｡｡zzZ 18/4/2024; [5:16 pm]

im in my visual merchendising class right now and i have nothing to do... okay i wont lie , i have something to do but i dont want to do anything.. so :3 here i am !!!

i still have seven hours of school ahead of me... TT

at least im not toooo tempted to spend time outside, its raining and im glad im cozy and inside ( ∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩)

after school, ill have to study ..i have a test tomorrow .. and im not prepared tooo well..sooo ill prepare today!!

i have three hours of politics class today.. idk how im gonna survive.. i need fun online games to play.. in order to pass time...aaaa..... theres tons of exams coming up and just thinking about it bores me ...i just want to have fuunnn and spend time outsideeee ..

i used to play the guitar.. almost every other day!! as i used to go to a music school, i got weekly lessons there and i even played electic guitar/bass in a band !! i really really reeaallyyy miss it soooo much.. playing the e-guitar for me is something like.. i guess you could call it a 'lost passion' ?? if that makes sense (´-﹏-；) it was something that kept me going and i really miss having enough time to practise TT i wish i could just pick up lessons again and have a fixed spot reserved for playing ... but with the amounts of schoolwork i have .. its not happening anytime soon.. ive been wanting to continue guitar lessons for 2 years now .. i even had a teacher pick out at some point but.. im just scared it will ruin the fun i have playing and turn it into a chore rather than a hobby ... lets just see where life takes me for now ヾ(･ω･`;)ﾉ

update: its some hours later now !!!! im in the train on my way back home hihi

currently listening to my j-pop playlist :3 i LOVVE riding the train/bus, listening to music and writing - i used to write poems on my way home from school.. maybe ill pick that up again aswell!!

i got my hair done yesterday and im not sure what to think of it yet.. im sure ill like it eventually.. it just has yet to grow on me..

i really want to try long but REALLY REALLY layered hair.. i wish i could get my hair to grow faster but ! i guess waiting teaches me patience ≖‿≖

ive been obsessed with croissants recently. my brother told me he likes to dip his into pistachio yoghurt .. i want to try so badly... ohmagooddbds.... i tried a crookie (croissant stuffed with cookie dough) today.. it was SO yummy ...

could continue writing for hours but i think ill use this motivation for some schoolwork TT

#online diary

[megismorallysunny]

25/09/23

i might upload 2 today bc i have a lot, not from today just in general, so much so that i wrote it down. i had science first, turns out the school wanted every teacher for their first class to show their classes the new one way system because they felt it was clogged up. its really fucking stupid and we were supposed to follow it as soon as we left first class.. spoiler alert no one did, absolutely no one, i didnt see any teachers not following but no students are. I feel like using that system its only a matter of time before a 1st year gets hit by a car, your supposed to go outside to get to some classes that would have only been a few metres away now, and the way you go sometimes has cars on it, i seen one going pretty fast just a minute after class started.

i had irish after science and turns out that irish hw i was doing wasnt even the hw, and i had already done the hw a week ago, omg i just cant but it was a-ok. after that was maths, everyone was in for once so there wasnt enough seats for everyone, hopefully 4k4 and his other friend 5k5 dont steal my seat, i worked my ass off for that. a student who came 2 weeks ago, nickname -bluebird, is just annoying, its not that shes done anything wrong its that shes a complete loner, wont talk to anyone, not like ive tried but more in the sense, you wont hear even a squeak. in business she doesnt take down notes, in maths she doesnt do questions (not that i can say much) and in french she doesnt even know ça va and wont do her french hw. so yeah plain infuriating. i did my english hw wrong after i spent an hour carefully constructing only a third of my answer for an hour last night. my friends went to the shop but i didnt bc i wanted to stay in the cspe classroom and eat my lunch and maybe also read trollhunter fanfics, hard enough to find good ones involving a very cute and fluffy relationship between jim and walter. anyways we had to have a fake election in cspe, to try out ballot box voting, in first year for student council i tied with another girl for top votes. guess how many i got this time? yeah thats right a solid one, thinking about it makes me sad, does no one like me anymore??? but i laughed at the time even tho every1 looked back at me, it felt really dehumanising, the only way i deal with bad situations is by laughing and joking, and that situation made me feel a little shit.

made me also feel real great when aprciot turned back at me and said i put you 5, its like he constantly tries to talk to me and be my friend and when i ignore him he gets mad, its not great that i was standing beside granite today and apricot started pushing granite and while he did that his hand touched my tit. great. made me feel just great, it wasnt on purpose he wouldnt even try.. well he did say consent didnt matter today if it was me. he was obvi joking but considering he tried to sa someone before and this day a year ago, "mango" his friend and apples friend sent diorite a voice message saying apricot said he was gonna do a thing to her. idk im sorry i feel uncomfortable typing out the word rape. but yeah thats what he said apparently. doesnt make it better he could walk to her house and he knows where that is. but unfortunately it is what it is no matter how cruel it can be.

anyways, after cspe i fucking raced through the classroom to get to another because it had a door to the outside which was closer to the door to the other outside door to get to or religion classroom, we had a proper sound sub, she was rly nice and i thought she was a bitch because of her hairstyle but she really wasnt, AND I GOT MY FAVOURITE SEAT!!!! mission acomplished, my friend was happy bc i always run to get good seats and i actually did unlike last time where some people were unfortunately quicker.

idk if i mentioned this but i learned about shifting maybe early 2021 and it didnt really go anywhere, id tell you where i have planned out for me to go but it would be embarassing, i have one for the embarassing one and one for a library, filled with extensive knowledge and characters from shows i watch. anyways my body felt like it was floating last night, just like my first shifting attempt nearly 2 years ago now, i nearly did it but i chickened out, opened my eyes and couldnt ever do it again or get those symptoms. when i woke up at 4 in the morning i was half stuck in a dream, and was trying to do my tasks to meet my goal, i dont even remember what my tasks or goal was.

i skimmed the entirety of sex education, it was my first time watching it, it was pretty good, i really liked ruby she was definitely my favourite i also really loved roman but cmon ruby, she was so good also aimee. i redownloaded farmville2 so its time to relive my farmer life whoop whoop. ill do another blog post later. anyways goodbye have a good morning, good day and good night

[the-woild-is-y-erster]

I'm going to bed soon, but I just want to say (as an adult that dropped outta college and then went back) that your education is not final. It's not be all end all.

It'll hurt for a while, everythin hurts for a bit, but either you'll tell her or you won't, and that's okay. Your choices are for you, and we all care about you man. You're not stupid for jus like? feelin feelins. All that shits totally normal and valid but you hafta stick with life nd with us or whoever you ends up spending life with. I can't help much nd I ain't gonna pretend I can (<- on the aroace spectrums) with the whole love thing, but jus know that it's ALWAYS better to write your thoughts out then keep em inside. That way you can come back later and look at them nd see your thought processes nd stuff. Or you can write em out nd delete it if that helps.

Life might suck right now, but it ain't gonna suck forever. The only way that it WILL suck forever is if it's cut short, so don't let that happen, y'know? If life tries to kick you down, throw mfing hands and take your time and get back up when you can. It don't matter when you do, just that you do at all.

I dunno. I dunno if this helps, but I'm jus tryin to say that you're not alone and youse cared about nd also jesus christ my typing style help god please not the newsies the infection (/lh). Stay safe man. - Jack

fuckyou im sobbing now/lh

i just

i grew up being taught that showing any emotion besides Happy or Neutral is Bad!™️ so its really difficult for me to like

deal with anything? because i was taught to push feelings down and stick it out, and my parents have made it all worse by never showing emotion either. i didnt see my dad cry in front of me until i was fourteen, and the only time ive seen my mom cry was when i got a bad grade, so its all fun and games here. and my pa is literally bashitbonkersoutthewazzoo. like he's a conservative (we live in the south us for context so its even Worse!) and he taught me to shoot a gun at the ripe age of three! and theres a gun in every room and he's a. he reveres ben shapiro and jesse kelly and those guys, and i spent the entire quarantine listening to him talk abt how the election was faked and how covid was either fake or brought by the chinese (he couldnt decide) and hes severly racist!!! yippee!!/s so feelings arent a big thing in my house.

added onto the fact that i was raised christian? the first time i looked at a girl differently, or the first time i realized how uncomfortable i was jn my own body was horrifying to me. im atheist (ish? it's complicated) now so it doesnt matter to me, but i still have all that internalized crap abt liking her.

and i have severe pain in both of my knees like literally 24/7 and ive had it for YEAAARS but my ma didnt believe me until super recently and so i only just got an appointment with an orthopedic doctor! because the first general doctor told me i was faking it<3

and!!!!!!! the real fukcing kicker!!!! my parents have blatantly refused to pay for my education!!!!!!! like outright and several times!!!!!! only because i wanna get my bachelors in fine arts in theater!!!! they said it was a stupid degree and that i would get nowhere<3 so ive got that ahead of me too. and the last time i got a bad grade, i got grounded for two months. and it was a 79.5 on a minor quiz.

so we have fun here.

but i have all these plans!!! and dreams!!!! and places i want to go to and food i want to eat and languages i wanna learn!!! so i know that i'm not gonna off myself, but sometimes.

sometimes it seems reaaaally tempting.

but i really genuinely appreciate you, and riff, and toff, and dave, because you guys are so much nicer and more sympathetic than anyone i know irl.

so like.

love you/p <3

#man i just wish my parents werent bonkers and believed me when i said something was wrong<3

[charcherry-weekly]

Charcherry Weekly - Issue 151

Its quiet, too quiet. The weight of an entire world is on my shoulders, and its possible that a certain vacationing executive might be throwing wrenches into the whole operation. This is Mage of Light Nick Card, and I have some news to share.

On the 20th, rpgmaker.net began its annual pride month game jam, with the theme of queer awakenings. Your dear newsletter writer has entered into this ten day event, with the intent to build a game with the potential to recover the lost world of Plit. As it stands, I have spoken with Warlock-Wizard Grey about the location, and they weren't able to give much information, aside from a brief anecdote about the age of old magic that they had grew up in. Having spoken to Korosian president Thoren Emit a day or two after, I was given a more comprehensive overview. However, the night between interviews, I had dreamt of my edgy kirby oc after reading an abridged planescape guide. I am convinced that dream was important, though I am currently unsure what it means. Meanwhile, I have begun assembling and cleaning up an action battle system in rpg maker 2003 (with maniac's patch for string pictures). It seems to work well enough at the moment, though it could use some more features. So far, the plot seems to involve Kale Ominoi fighting his way through a dream while grappling with the grief of losing his home. The game jam is set to end on the 30th, though I am personally hoping an extension is given, because ten days is not very long to work on such an important game.

Meanwhile, there is some news from voidco. There has been an announcement of a "Dungeon core 2", said to be a spherical core instead of a cube shaped one. According to a trusted source, Dungeon core 2 is supposed to be pilot tested in a location identified as "Plit", despite being said to be in an unknown solar system but with no world even being present there. Hyacinth, if you can, obtaining a more precise location for this pilot program would be appreciated. It is unknown if this has anything to do with nebulous rumors regarding an upcoming trip that Page of Void Dylan is reportedly planning on taking. One source says that he is going to "Pilt" (it is unknown if this is a typo or a coincidentally named location) while another says he is taking a vacation to another dimension. Regardless, it is highly likely that he will be away from the office and also equally likely to cause trouble wherever he might go.

In lighter news, This week had Father's day and the Summer Solstice, which went about with minimal incident.

On planet Korous, Thoren Emit has reported that work on the construction of the capital city is underway, and that a functioning government with various elected members is being built as well. It is unknown when construction will be completed, but it sounds as if developments are going well.

This week’s known market stands in Desertia Town:

-Katie’s potion stand (*CaFAI filling in for Katie when unavailable) -shinyjiggly pokesnacks stand (ran by Rufus)

That should hopefully do it for now. I'm gonna try to get my sleep soon. I'll need it if I'm going to be able to work on this game. https://letssosl.boards.net/thread/385/charcherry-weekly-issue-151

#charcherry weekly #sbarg2.5dungeoncrashers #sbargv2

[alaffy]

Vampire Academy, Ep.1 - Pilot

Life’s been extremely busy lately and pretty stressful, so I’ve decided to spend the next couple of months watching a few shows that, let’s just say, I might enjoy.  But most likely will enjoy poking fun of.  Look, I usually don't watch shows that I straight out hate. Even if I am poking fun, there has to be something about it that catches my attention. Or if I do watch a show that I dislike, I'm going to explain why I dislike it.

But I'm getting off track. So, this is the pilot episode of, I think, a show based on a book series? It's got some interesting parts and I do like the main actresses in the show. I don't know who all the characters are right now. They are introduced so quickly, and quite frankly, I don't know if I'm gonna spend a lot of time trying to remember who these characters are.

However, I do have one complaint about the show and it is something that is probably going to drive me nuts by the end of the season.  My God, can they stay on a shot for more than three seconds?  It’s like camera shot, camera cut, camera cut, camera cut, camera cut, camera cut. And the music behind it, I honestly feel like a lot of this episode was almost like the transition shots you’d see on The Bachelor.  Any moment we were going to have a Rose ceremony, or whatever.  It's annoying.

As for the story itself? Well, let's put it this way….it does set up its own, or start to set up its own, lore; which is kind of interesting. You have the Mori who are the royal vampires, the Dhampier who are the bodyguards and the Strigoi, which are kind of the enemy vampires. It seems like the Mori are more, they live along side the human world; whereas the Strigoi see the human world as their hunting ground.  

That being said, I would kind of like it to have explained why some of the old vampire lore isn't necessarily used anymore. For instance, are the Vampires not immortal; they just live longer than humans? Because the queen is saying she's 200 years old and it’s implied that that seems to be old among their kind. Which, with the vampire I'm used lore I'm used to, 200 wouldn't be that much. You have a family that is killed in a car crash, which again, seems like something that the Vampires I’m used to would survive. Of course, the daughter (Lissa) who survives the crash doesn't really remember much about it, so maybe more happened after the crash. And then there's the whole sunlight thing, which I would say this is the part that irks me the most.  It seems like in this case, the Mori, at least, can't be in direct sunlight or they'll be burned. However, if they have an umbrella that is relatively above their head….and let's face it, some of those shots the umbrella is not really protecting anything. Well, at least they don’t sparkle.

The main storyline involves two young girls. A Mori named Lissa and her companion/hopefully soon-to-be bodyguard Rose. They've been friends all their lives. And it seems like Lissa’s family has treated Rose more like a family member then what many people are comfortable with.  (For instance, Rose is allowed to attend a ball instead of working security outside). Not everybody is happy about that. Of course, Lissa's family dies in the car crash. Oh, I should mention that Lissa's brother, is next in line to be the King. Which is a little odd because it sounds like the king has to be elected, but at the same time it's chosen by the previous royal head, which Ok.  Um, anyway, the brother’s about to be king and that’s why I'm assuming that's why he was killed. Well, that and it seems like he had some progressive policies that others did not like.  But now Lissa is now the head of the family and, at the end of the episode, is chosen to be the next Queen of the Mori; which she does not want. She would rather just travel the world with Rose.

Rose, meanwhile, really kind of screws up.  She was just trying to be there for a Lyssa but puts Lyssa in danger, almost gets her killed, and so Rose has to move back into the barracks instead of living with Lissa in her room at the Academy.

Mostly this episode which just a lot of setting things up. About how things work in that society. You have a character, I think his name is Christian, who is pretty much shunned because his parents turned to Strigori. Of course, he and Lissa seem to be getting very close or starting to have these moments; which is also disapproved of.  So, it’s clear they will be the star-crossed lovers in this series.

You also have Dimitri, who was hired to be Lissa's bodyguard.  It seems like maybe, and maybe I'm just reading into this, he will be kind of the person that starts training Rose. It’s clear that he thinks Rose has the ability to be Lissa guardian.  However, Rose seems to need more discipline.  She’s good, but maybe too cocky in her abilities.  

Now, at the moment, it seems like everyone is trying to split up Lissa and Rose.  However, we see that Rose clearly has some otherworldly connection to Lissa, so that won’t last long.

Of course, we also various families who I'm really not gonna get into too much in this moment. They want the throne for themselves, that sort of thing. We mostly just get a taste of that in this episode; just enough to show that there are dissenters among the ranks and some people want to go back to older ways.

I mean, I'll say I’m a little more interested in the show then I thought I would be (I’d probably be more interested if the camera work wasn’t so annoying).  I don’t know if this is a series for me, but I’ll give it a shot.

#vampire academy #lissa dragomir #rose hathaway #dimitri belikov #christian ozera

[manyfacedworld]

BRONALD OIL

Birdman is cemented in hip hop history as one of its all-time most interesting characters. Here is a guy who came from the neighborhood (and was pretty “active,” ask around) and rose to multimillionaire status. As a label head, he’s someone who you can tie towards the career successes of Lil Wayne, Drake, and Nicki Minaj in one way or another. But there’s not really anything that you can pinpoint to for Birdman’s immense success, and while today he’s thought of as a meme more than anything, his presence still deserves respect at some level.

One story that seems forgotten in the chronicles of Birdman is his oil company, Bronald Oil & Gas. Always the savvy businessman, Birdman wanted to enter into the oil business in 2010 and what better place to establish such a company than his oil-rich native Louisiana? We all know about BP’s successes in that great state around that time, so our Birdman just had to get in and follow the action. When interviewed on his exact motivations behind the venture, he said “I like that oil shit. I’m gonna put some more time into it.”

Everybody knows that the hardest thing to do when founding a company is the name. Being the head of an organization with a name as strong as Cash Money he couldn’t just have another run-in-the mill title for his company; Birdman’s government name being Bryan and his brother Ronald as a business partner, they elected on the excellent name “Bronald.” Birdman went a step past etching the company’s name in stone, he actually got a head tattoo showcasing the company’s name.

With a catchy name and a superstar at its helm, this company was sure to form an empire. But sadly, the chains of bureaucracy destroyed Bronald’s rise in the same way that it does so many in this country. Bronald’s now defunct website had phone numbers and addresses that apparently led to nowhere. Bryan and Ronald were the sole names listed on the board of directors and while there was a tab titled “Investors” on their site, there were no names to be found. Critics like Bloomberg were quick to call out Bronald as a sham, completely disregarding the American spirit such a venture took on Birdman’s behalf. Soon after this 2010 report, all traces of Bronald were wiped from the web and it would seem like this titan’s story was over before it ever got a chance to start.

But like all greats, Bronald returned in 2013! This time around with more planning, Bronald claimed to offer energy management services and were ready to transport, manufacture, and ship for any need. In addition to the new changes, even released a video to really hammer home what Bronald was really all about. But like many things, those who hate will try to find anything wrong with a winner to take them down.

People were quick to point out that all of the emails listed on the site were not valid, and that the addresses of LLC were actually private Miami residences. In fact, one address listed for Bronald was “Energy City, USA” which sounds like a great place to live for Jimmy Neutron but understandably makes it difficult for people to have faith in a business.

Today, any trace of Bronald Oil & Gas has been wiped from the web. Even Birdman himself had the legendary tattoo removed, seemingly giving up on the venture. He’s claimed to have made 100 million dollars from the company which offers some concession, but we are left with the story of what could have been. Diddy has CÎROC, Hov has TIDAL, it’s a sad thought knowing Birdman could have been hip hop’s first oil tycoon but naysayers were more concerned about practicality than a man’s dream.

[kuiinncedes]

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#kinda wanna be super petty and get a biden yard sign and bumper stickers #and put a bumper sticker on my trump supporting dad’s car without telling him #and the yard sign to spite both my dad and my brother #who doesnt outright support trump but is always trying to defend him and stuff idfk #idk its so annoying when i try to argue with him bc hes just like #you cant just say all of trumps supporters are racist and misogynistic and alscbjkwjhdjksjdjdj whatever #lmao idk but point is #i might buy some biden stuff to show support ofc and support his campaign whjch is almost done as mh brother has said when i brought it up #hes like the election is so soon its not gonna do anything #so my other reason is to spite him and my dad #we passed a house today with a fucking trump flag under their american flag like jfc #if trump supporters can be so fucking loud about their support i can get a yard sign #and sneak a bumper sticker on my dads car lmao idk if thatll work #im so glad i can fucking vote this year bc i can at least do thag if not anything else #this got long again sorry lmao i didnt mean to 😂 #stfu jeanne

[doodlebloo]

Super funny how a lot of people talking about Tubbo saying "I don't really have an opinion on politics as long as they don't affect me" are neglecting to including his follow up, which was "unless of course the politician is a monster that hurts lots of people, then I do not support them, but otherwise I'm not really educated enough to have an opinion". That second addition is important because he realized that the first statement may have come across in a way that he didn't intend, and he was clarifying what he actually meant, and I wish they were both presented alongside each other so we get the full picture of what Tubbo was trying to say.

#he isnt saying ''idgaf if evil people are in power as long as i am okay and not harmed'' #hes saying that he doesn't feel informed enough about how the politicians that get elected affect the day to day lives of people #to make an informed decision on which are good and which are bad. he literally spent a portion if the stream talking about how #he wishes he had learned more in school about the governmentnand the way taxes work and that he was more informed on things like that. #if you want to argue about whether its priveleged of him to be uneducated on politics then go right ahead i won't stop you #but he wasnt just spouting bullshit about how oh im unaffected by politics so idc! ^_^ #he was literally trying to tell us he doesnt know enough about politics to choose a party/side that he thinks is solid. #and ykw? im not saying he shouldn't have to learn anything abt politics bc obvi hes gonna be voting soon #but no streamer should have to talk abt politics. like i know he brought it up but i just cant wrap my brain around #why we're so concerned/preoccupied with this teenager who cant even vote yet saying that he doesn't feel like #hes educated enough to do political commentary/that he doesn't feel like elected officials affect him much. #idk i feel like its gotten to a point where Tubbo's honest thoughts on things can get him criticized even if thise thoughts #are literally ''i dont feel educated enough to speak on this.'' thats what yall always tell ccs to say and they do and it isnt enough. #im not that mad bc i clicked off of twitter pretty fast but like. #again not saying hes exempt from having to know about politics im just upset that people are taking this one sentence he said in the stream #and running with it to make it seem like he doesnt care about anyone except himself and i especially dont like that no one is able to pull #up the vod and watch the conversation for themselves bc of the tos thing. #like i havent seen that much /neg and criticism of him is totally valid IF YOU INCLUDE THE WHOLE QUOTE #but yall are really about to make your streamers too afraid to say fucking anything. #/neg #delete later

[oumaheroes]

The Beginning

Summary: The newly elected Flush of the Spades kingdom travel to meet the monarchy of their long time ally, Diamonds. Or, the exiled ex-Jack of Diamonds returns home to flaunt his new political position.

Whichever way you want to look at it.

Characters: England, France/ FrUK, America (Canada, China, Liechtenstein and Switzerland mentioned)

Word Count: 1177

Part of an emotionally damaging Cardverse AU from myself and the wonderful @thedisappointedidealist12

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'Dude, you look like you're gonna be sick.'

Arthur turned from where he was staring out of the window to glare at Alfred, sat beside him in the back of their car. 'Thank, you Alfred, that was an extremely helpful thing to say.'

Alfred laughed brightly, unconcerned by Arthur's grumpy mood, 'I'm just saying.'

Arthur huffed and turned back to gaze out at the passing countryside, 'Yes well, don't.'

There was a pause. Arthur could hear Alfred fiddling with the clasps around his collar, a ruffle and tug of fabric. Then: 'you're not though, right? Gonna throw up.'

'No, Alfred.'

Alfred let out a sigh of relief. 'Good, cos these cars were just cleaned yesterday and Mei-Ling chewed my ear off about how much it cost so I don't wanna piss her off-'

'Alfred!' Arthur turned back in his seat to face him, 'stop talking, and dear God what are you doing to yourself?'

Alfred's collar was now so twisted it looked as though it had been done up by a toddler. 'I don't like the buttons done up this high.' He said, a slight whine in his voice and Arthur leant over to fix it back again, batting his hands away.

'It's the proper way to wear formal attire; we need to make a good impression.'

Alfred rolled his eyes, 'Well, I already know Francis and you definitely already know him so we've kinda already gone past "good" impressions, don't ya think?'

Arthur finished fixing his collar and sat back with a scowl. 'Well, let's not make that worse then, shall we?'

There was another pause and Arthur could feel Alfred twitching, waiting to say something.

'Are you nervous about seeing him again? It’s the first time since you were fired as Jack, right? Is that it- why you're being so prissy?'

'I-! Prissy what do you... I'm not- I'm not nervous, I jus-'

'Dude chill, it's fine if you are.' Alfred put a placating hand on Arthur's shoulder, 'It's been seven years and you didn't exactly leave on the best of terms; it's fine, don't work yourself up so much.'

Arthur pressed his lips together and gently shrugged Alfred off, turning to look out of the window again. The countryside felt so achingly familiar; it was strange to come back here after so long, a mix of joy and nostalgia churned with apprehension and dread. He hadn’t seen or spoken to Francis since he left, not one word and not one letter on either side. Francis had most likely expected Arthur to write to him first but Arthur had no intention of begging or pleading anything to the man who had caused their separation in the first place.

'I just want this to go well.' Arthur said, eventually. 'Diamonds have always held a lot of pride for their monarchy- its longevity. They see the elected governments of Spades and Clubs as mere passing events, often not worth bothering with.'

Arthur swallowed back an uncomfortable lump in his throat. 'I want to give them no reason to dismiss us so quickly.'

Arthur could see the vaguest image of Alfred's reflection eyeing him carefully in the window but he offered nothing else and silence feel between them. A short time later, Arthur growing steadily more tense with each passing minute, their car nosed its way through the long winding drive way and through the elaborate wrought iron gates to pull up in the palace courtyard.

As soon as it stopped Alfred got himself out, not waiting for their driver to open the door for him, and Arthur could hear him exclaiming loudly in awe, 'Man, look at that! It's so cool; look at those archways!'

Arthur sat with his eyes closed, drumming his fingers on his thighs and took a deep breath in to get himself ready. At the first click of his door handle, Arthur opened his eyes and steeled himself before getting out in one fluid movement, emerging to look upwards at the sweeping stone staircase that led to the main entrance. It lay underneath a familiar imposing grand facade; delicate stonework and coloured glass demonstrating the sheer opulence and wealth of the Diamonds kingdom from the first look.

Arthur gritted his teeth.

'Are you alright?'

The soft voice of Matthew appeared at Arthur's elbow and turned to look at his Ace of Spades with a genuine smile. 'Yes, thank you. Strange to be back, is all.'

Matthew smiled back, keeping his hands to himself for which Arthur was grateful. This was not a place for Arthur to let weakness of any sort show, emotional or otherwise and a friendly hand from Matthew could easily be misread by watching, mistrustful eyes. Arthur turned, hearing footsteps, and found Yao approaching.

'Ready?'

He had Alfred with him, looking jubilant and excited, and Arthur nodded, seeing Matthew do the same out of the corner of his eye. 'Yes, we're ready.'

Yao nodded, 'Right then, let's go and get this over with.'

He turned, and together the new flush of the Kingdom of Spades ascended the stairs to the main doors, flanked by their entourage to be met by the waiting Diamonds emissaries and staff. After a few quick greetings of polite introductions and small talk, the doors were opened and they were led inside down long, brightly lit corridors with flagstone floors to the intimidating set of double doors which Arthur knew led to the throne room.

Arthur didn’t pay attention to the servant who announced them as he gazed about him at the large vaulted ceiling, lit with chandeliers to cast twinkling lights on the tapestry draped walls. It was painfully glittery and excessive, just as he remembered. He heard both Alfred and Matthew gasp either side of him, before they were ushered forwards towards the thrones at the far end. The Queen of Diamonds sat there waiting to receive them, as did the new Jack, Vash.

Francis, however, was nowhere to be seen.

Lily looked nervous; hands clasped tightly together in front of her whilst Vash stood stony faced by her throne. His face did not move, body language aimed solely at them, but his eyes flicked just once to the door behind Arthur’s head to where he remembered that the family quarters of the monarchs were tucked away. Where Francis was likely watching.

Arthur very skilfully hid his contempt and smiled politely to the Queen and Jack, bowing low alongside Yao, Alfred, and Matthew in a formal greeting. Typical of Francis, he thought, to begin their visit this way. Francis was a master of political games and Arthur read the intention behind this one very clearly.

Arthur was not welcome here. He was not to be granted the respect that the title the Queen of Spades gave him and his flush were not worth the time nor attention from the King of Diamonds. They would be made to wait, like servants or children, to be addressed whenever Francis chose to and no sooner.

Fine. This was fine.

Arthur could play those games just as well.

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AN:

So me and the incredible @thedisappointedidealist12 have been taking it in turns to torture each other emotionally with this AU and I am beyond obsessed and in love with it.

What I really want to do is write it all up properly and then set it loose into the world where it can hurt even more people, but that task is so great that the very thought of it intimidates me.

In the meantime, have some ‘literary pancakes’ ;) of my favourite parts

Make sure to go and check out the Idealist’s blog too for amazing art about Cardverse, or Hetalia and art in general. Her work is nice and crunchy.

#APH England #APH France #fruk #aph america #cardverse #aph canada #hws england #hws france #hws america #hws canada #aph #hetalia #hws #arthur kirkland #francis bonnefoy #alfred f jones #matthew williams #My writing #aph cardverse #cardverse chronicles

[heyiwrotesomethings]

A Compulsive Gambler?!

Yumeko Jabami x She/Her Reader

A/N: Could you imagine Yumeko dating someone and they have no idea she’s, ya know, a gambling freak? I bet she would have a hard time pulling back like, she’d still gamble with her SO but in a sneaky, more subdued way. Something like, ‘if you can guess what number I’m thinking of you can pick what we eat for dinner’, or something like that. Seems innocent enough but she just can’t help herself into turning some interactions into gambles. Anyway, hope y’all enjoy! Word Count: 5,170

For perhaps the first time since Mary met Yumeko, the girl was a nervous wreck. The usually carefree gambling addict was pacing around the near empty classroom while she twisted the ring on her thumb around and around again with no sign of stopping. Finally, Mary had had enough. If Suzui wasn’t going to be useful and ask what the hell was going on, she would do it herself.

“What the hell is your problem? Are you going through withdrawals or something?” Mary asked with an annoyed huff.

“Oh Mary-san!” Yumeko practically moaned, the back of her hand raised to her forehead with over dramatic flair, “I don’t know what to do!”

“About what?” Mary asked, accompanied with an annoyed eye roll.

“My girlfriend is coming to visit tomorrow and she’s going to be staying with me over the weekend!” Yumeko blushed cupping her hands over her face at the mere thought of it all. It just made Mary more annoyed.

“And? Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?”

“You have a girlfriend?” Ryota blinked, the poor boy seemed to always be falling behind.

“Yes, we’ve been together since our last year of middle school. We went to the same high school too until I transferred,” Yumeko gushed while she hugged herself, twisting and swaying slightly on her feet, “I love her so much! It’s been hard to be away from her all this time!”

Ryota scratched his cheek. “Then... why do you seem so uneasy?”

“Well that’s easy!” Yumeko cheered, a dazzling smile over her lips. A moment passed by and Yumeko appeared to pale considerably and a nervous sweat dotted her face, her body trembled and yet, the smile stayed in place. Mary and Ryota side eyed each other before staring back at Yumeko, waiting.

“She doesn’t know about my severe gambling addiction!” Yumeko finally disclosed.

“What?!” Mary and Ryota spoke in unison.

“Yes, it’s hard to believe isn’t it?” Yumeko sighed. “I’ve kept it hidden from her all this time because I feared what she would think of me if she found out. That, and I wouldn’t want her to get hurt from tagging along. I love that girl dearly and I can’t risk losing her.”

“How are you going to keep your secret, Yumeko?” Ryota’s worry for his friend was plain on his face.

“That’s where I’m hoping you two will come in!” Yumeko grasped a hand of Mary’s and Ryota’s in both of hers, a pleading pout on her face. “Help me keep her occupied and away from any mention of gambling!”

“Are you an idiot?” Mary scoffed, not waiting for an answer. “This school is all about gambling! Not to mention we’re in the midst of this insane election. You’d be better off just having her wait off of school grounds rather than parading her around for all your enemies to see.”

“Please Mary-san, it’s only for one day!” Yumeko cooed. She tried to wrap the blonde up in her arms, but Mary stood and held her away at arm’s length.

“I’m not gonna go out of my way for this fool’s errand. I’ve got to go meet with Ririka now. Figure it out yourself, but if you want my advice you should just come clean.” Mary said, giving Yumeko one last shove as she made her way out of the classroom.

“Oh yes, do you think Ririka-san would help? Maybe we could get Itsuki in on it as well!”

“You’re on your own!” Mary called from the hallway, making Yumeko whine.

“I’ll help you Yumeko.” Ryota predictably volunteered.

“Thank you, Ryota!” Yumeko bounced giddily, “Hopefully everything will run smoothly tomorrow if we play our cards right!”

***

“(Y/n)!” Yumeko jumped the girl as soon as she saw her approach the gates of the prestigious academy and showered her face with dozens of little kisses that made her girlfriend laugh and try to wiggle away from the continuous onslaught.

“Yumeko! I take it you missed me too then?” (Y/n) smiled, catching Yumeko’s face in her hands so she could land a few kisses of her own.

“Of course! You know it was one of the hardest decisions of my life to transfer here. I need to make up for lost time!” Yumeko grinned in return. She was about to steal another kiss when someone cleared their throat behind her.

“Oh, right!” Yumeko recalled, pulling (Y/n) to her side until they were near flush together. “Ryota, this is (L/n) (Y/n). (Y/n), this is Suzui Ryota, one of my friends!”

“Nice to meet you.” Ryota said. He was no stranger to feeling out of place, but after that intimate display he had never felt more awkward.

“Nice to meet you too, Suzui-san. I hope Yumeko hasn’t caused you too much trouble.” (Y/n) joked.

Thoughts of millions of yen in debt, gambling for nails, house pets, guns in a seedy basement, among other things, flashed almost violently in Ryota’s mind but he managed to keep a somewhat pleasant expression as he answered.

“Not at all! Yumeko’s a model student,” he lied.

“Oh god, I thought you’d be in the classroom by now. So much for a quiet morning.”

“Mary-san! Good morning!” Yumeko pivoted, still holding (Y/n) close, “Come meet my (Y/n)!”

“Hi. Saotome Mary. It’s a pleasure. Excuse us a second.” (Y/n) blinked and Mary was halfway through the courtyard before she noticed Yumeko being dragged along with her.

“Are you stupid?” Mary whispered harshly with no preamble once she found a secluded spot in the trees.

“Mary-san, what are we doing?” Yumeko asked, tilting her head like an inquisitive puppy would.

“How about what are you doing?” Mary hissed back. “The whole school must know you’re dating at this point!”

“Well that’s good isn’t it?”

“It’s the exact opposite of good! Do you have any idea how many people are gonna try to use her against you now? Use your head a little!”

“I thought you said you weren’t going to help me, Mary-san.” Yumeko giggled, “but you really do care about my happiness, don’t you?”

“Shut up!” Mary blushed, pushing Yumeko away before she could hug her. “I just don’t want some innocent girl to get caught up in this crazy school. Just be more discreet from now on. She already sticks out like a sore thumb without the Hyakkaou uniform.”

“I’ll do my best Mary-san!” Yumeko clapped. “It’ll be hard though since she’s just so kissable.”

“I didn’t ask.”

When they got back to the gate, they only saw Suzui looking around desperately while sweating bullets. When he finally saw Mary and Yumeko walking towards him, he ran up to them, breathing heavily.

“Ryota? Where did (Y/n) go?” Yumeko smiled.

“Iki... Ikishima’s girls took her! Tried to.. stop them but—“ Ryota panted and wheezed, stopping the retelling of his account once Yumeko rose her hand to his lips, directing him to silence.

“See? What did I tell you?” Mary groused. “And Ikishima of all people...” Mary shut her mouth tightly upon seeing the look on Yumeko’s face. The pure disgust and hatred that rolled off of her made Mary’s skin crawl.

“Ryota, Mary,” Yumeko eerily called, “it’s time for me to get my (Y/n) back from her visit to the trash heap. You’ll accompany me won’t you?”

It went without saying that Mary and Ryota followed after their friend. Whether out of fear or support, it could have gone either way. Even Mary thought it wise not to berate the usually carefree girl with ‘I told you so’s’ in this state.

They hurried to the bowels of the school and pushed through the beautification committee members. The members didn’t retaliate, one look at Yumeko’s face was enough to make them part their ranks like Moses and the sea. Yumeko approached the big metal door and knocked three times, loud metal echoes rung out over the hum of generators and fluorescent lights.

A wild laugh sounded upon the knocks. An eager cry of, ‘she’s here!’ could clearly be heard from inside as quick steps over linoleum could be heard tapping in rapid succession towards the door before it was wrenched open with a heinous squeak from its hinges that nearly matched pitch with Midari’s own delighted squeal upon being face to face with Yumeko.

“Yu-me-ko!” Midari sang, “so glad you could join us!”

Yumeko breezed past Midari without so much as a glance and went straight for (Y/n) who was tied to a chair in the middle of the room like some crime movie.

“Oh my (Y/n), are you alright?” Yumeko cooed, freeing (Y/n) from the gag and turning her face in her hands to look her over.

“I think so,” (Y/n) shivered, “just what kind of school do you go to where people are kidnapped at gunpoint?!”

The thought of Ikishima pressing that dirty gun against (Y/n)’s head made Yumeko want to curb stomp Ikishima’s head into a fine paste, but the deranged girl would have just loved that, wouldn’t she? Instead she worked on untying the ropes from (Y/n)’s middle, comforting her girlfriend along the way.

“It’s alright my love! The beautification committee is just really serious about following the dress code. They won’t bother you anymore.”

“Yumeko,” Midari moaned from behind her, “I brought her her so you would gah—!”

Mary slapped the girl hard over the back of her head and gave her a warning look. Midari shut up more out of the delight of being hit more than anything else.

“...’Gah’?” (Y/n) flicked her eyes over everyone in the room, trying to get some kind of explanation for what the hell was going on.

“‘Gah?’” Yumeko repeated right back with a smile. “Whatever does that mean, my dear?”

“I don’t know, the girl with the eye patch said it.” (Y/n) replied, finally loose from her bindings, she rubbed her hands over her arms where the scratchy rope had dug in.

“Oh sweetheart, you must be seeing things. I see no such girl here.” Yumeko said, causing a whimper to fall from Midari’s lips. “Let’s get to my class now, shall we?”

“Anywhere is better than here.” (Y/n) sighed, choosing not to question Yumeko about the girl who had taken her. She clearly didn’t like her and after being dragged here against her will, (Y/n) couldn’t say she enjoyed the crazed girl’s company either.

“That’s my girl,” Yumeko cooed, pulling (Y/n) tightly against her side. They walked past Midari as she blubbered and crawled over the floor towards Yumeko only to have the metal door slammed in her face.

“Come on, we’re already late!” Mary griped. “Some of us have scholarships to keep!”

“I just can’t wait to be sitting in a classroom with my (Y/n) again,” Yumeko sighed dreamily, “it will be just like old times!”

“Yeah.” (Y/n) smiled though she was still coming to terms with being held at gunpoint for wearing the wrong uniform. Yumeko hadn’t even seemed to be phased by it. Like it was something that was part of the school policy. We’re all rich people schools like this? Whatever, (Y/n) wasn’t going to let this one setback, no matter how momentarily terrifying, ruin her weekend with Yumeko.

Before they could make it to their classroom, the were jumped by another second year student with literal stars in her eyes as she grabbed Yumeko’s hands.

“Yumeko, I’m so glad I caught you!” She cheered.

“Oh hello Yumemi, what are you doing outside our classroom?” Yumeko asked.

“Waiting for you! It’s been so long since the Dreaming Creaming Sisters have performed and I need you to pretty please join me for a concert!” Yumemi sparkled.

“Dream—“ (Y/n) tried to muffle her inelegant snort with her hand but the action immediately drew in Yumemi’s attention, the idol’s face darkened slightly.

“Oh? What’s so funny stranger?” Yumemi asked with faux sweetness.

“I, um, sorry. It’s just uh, a unique group name you’ve got there.” (Y/n) answered sheepishly.

“Well, I’d like to see you come up with a better rhyme for dreaming!”

“Scheming, beaming, redeeming... meme-ing.” (Y/n) listed the first words that came to her head, making Yumemi’s smile tighten further with every suggestion.

“Who’s your friend, Yumeko?” The idol asked, fake interest rolling off her tongue.

“This is my girlfriend (Y/n)!” Yumeko said with pride. “Isn’t she just so cute and smart?”

‘Smart ass maybe.’ Yumemi thought to herself.

“Anyway, I’m sorry but I can’t perform with you right now. I’ve got class and I don’t want to leave (Y/n) alone.” Yumeko explained, hugging the girl for emphasis.

“I didn’t know you were part of an idol group now, Yumeko.” (Y/n) said as Yumeko guided her towards the doorway.

“It’s just a side hobby really.”

Before they could enter Yumemi pulled (Y/n) out of Yumeko’s hold, hugging her from behind, her starry eyes dancing with mischief.

“You’ve never seen Yumeko preform then, have you (Y/n)-san?” Yumemi asked, still hugging the other girl close as she weaved her trap.

“Yumeko has sang to me before, so I know she can sing very well.” (Y/n) admitted bashfully. “I’ve never seen her act as a full blown idol before though.”

“Isn’t that something you’d like to see? We could have it all set up in a matter of minutes, wouldn’t that be great?” Yumemi coaxed.

“I wouldn’t want Yumeko to do something she doesn’t want to do. Besides, her class is starting soon.” (Y/n) said.

“I didn’t hear a no.” Yumemi sing-songed while (Y/n)’s face buzzed with heat.

“If you’d like to see then I don’t really mind, (Y/n).” Yumeko grinned, pulling her away from Yumemi, “I like the idea of singing directly to you in a sea of people. They’ll all know exactly how much you mean to me.”

“Yumeko..” (Y/n) hid her face in the giggling gambling addict’s chest.

“Oh for the love of— are we going to class or not?” Mary yelled impatiently.

“I’m afraid I have a concert to prepare for Mary-san. Will you come watch with (Y/n)?” Yumeko asked.

“Fine whatever.” Mary bristled.

They all made to leave when Mary halted Ryota with a hand to his chest.

“Wh- what?” He asked, jumpily.

“You are going to stay here and take notes. They better be good ones too.” Mary threatened.

“But—“

“Notes, Suzui.” Mary commanded. The poor boy gave a resigned nod and with drooping shoulders he sulked into the classroom.

***

While Yumeko and Yumemi prepared backstage, Mary and (Y/n) found their seats and made light conversation as more bodies filed into the seats around them. Despite dating Yumeko, Mary found that (Y/n) seemed to have a good head on her shoulders.

“Saotome-san, what is that boy taking bets for?” (Y/n) asked.

“It’s just some weird niche idol thing Yumemite does. Don’t worry about it.” Mary dismissed, though inside she was worried this would become a bigger gamble that she couldn’t possibly cover up.

“This rich people school is so weird.” (Y/n) commented offhandedly.

“Tell me about it.” Mary agreed.

The house lights dimmed and the stage was set aglow. Upbeat music began to play and the crowd around them cheered as Yumeko and Yumemi entered the stage.

They sang their opening song and (Y/n) watched with delight, her heart beating faster every time Yumeko would meet her eyes throw a flirtatious wink or smile her way. (Y/n) would wave the red glow stick she was given in return.

“Now it’s time for the event you’ve all been waiting for!” Yumemi yelled over the crowd, causing them to cheer again. “The rematch of the century!”

“Rematch? What is she talking about Saotome-san?” (Y/n) asked.

“Ah, there just seeing who can do best in various idol based competitions.” Mary responded, truly hoping that that would be it, but Yumemite wasn’t done talking just yet.

“Before you all got here, one lucky seat was chosen for the spotlight! Let’s see who it is, shall we?”

Yumemi swept her hand across the packed auditorium and one light after the other blinked across the sea of bodies while the audience cheered. A bright light shone on (Y/n) and she blinked at the sudden brightness, surprised when the light didn’t immediately flicker back off.

“And there we have it! Our visiting guest from another school, how lucky you are!” Yumemi said with mock surprise as if she hadn’t had the thing rigged from the get go.

“You’ve won the opportunity to go on a date with one of us, the Dreaming Creaming Sisters! How will it be determined who you go out with? Well, it all depends on which one of us wins this gamb—“

“Game!” Yumeko hurriedly interjected, a faint gleam of sweat streaked down her cheek.

“Well, yes, I suppose ‘game’ is also accurate.” Yumemi cocked her head at the strange outburst. Yumemi didn’t really care what Yumeko called the gamble, she just had to win it. What better way to get back at the girl than to steal her girlfriend away for a night.

“The rules to this game are simple Yumeko-chan! There will be three rounds: perfect pitch, name the tune, and choreography memory match. Win two out of three, and you’ll get to go out with our lucky chair holder! Lose, and you’ll be paying for mine and (Y/n)’s night out. I’ll warn you, I’m not cheap!” Yumemi said with a showy laugh.

“But, I’m already dating Yumeko,” (Y/n) frowned, “I can’t go on a date with someone else!”

“Just hope Yumeko wins then.” Mary sighed. At least Yumemi’s way of gambling wasn’t too obvious. Her gambles were big and grand, but to an outsider they weren’t immediately discernible as anything but stage entertainment.

“Let’s make this quick, Yumemi-chan!” Yumeko smiled, hoping she could keep her desire to up the stakes in check.

Yumeko won perfect pitch, matching nearly every note with perfect accuracy. Yumemi won name the tune as many of the songs were conveniently of a western selection. Last was the choreography memory game and (Y/n) was nervous.

(Y/n) knew that Yumeko had a splendid memory, but the girl also detested demanding physical excursions such as this. She was probably already tired from dancing at the start of the show. To (Y/n), it was not looking to good for her girlfriend.

But to (Y/n)’s surprise, Yumeko followed the impromptu routine like a champ. Yumeko refused to let Yumemi outdo her, all for the sake of keeping (Y/n) close.

“She’s going to be so sore after this.” (Y/n) marveled. “You know I used to have to threaten her to make her go to gym class?”

“You could actually make her go to gym class?” Mary rose a brow, impressed. She hadn’t seen Yumeko attend gym class since the first week of her transferring. While Mary was still a house pet, she took great pleasure in watching Yumeko suffer through that class period.

Minutes went by and the two girls each adorned a a sleek sheen of sweat as they continued to dance, matching each other step for step. The fans were going wild at the display, waiting to see how would win the dance battle of a lifetime.

Then it happened in a flash. Yumemi, in her desire to get back at Yumeko for their last gamble against Natari Kawaru, tried to add a very complex step in her next turn and fell to the stage which led to her loss.

“Jabami Yumeko wins!” The MC announced.

Saori appeared from behind stage to help Yumemi back to her feet. Though pissed and embarrassed, Yumemi hid her feelings well and congratulated Yumeko on her win.

They closed off the concert with one final song and then the event was over.

“Have a nice dinner on me!” Yumemi sparkled, shaking (Y/n)’s hand after the show before walking back to her dressing room with Saori in tow. The poor manager was sure to get an earful from the idol once they were away from polite company.

Yumeko practically collapsed in (Y/n)’s arms.

“(Y/n), I’m so tired! Carry me!” Yumeko whined.

“After all that hard work you did? Happily.” (Y/n) hoisted Yumeko onto her back and the sweaty girl squeaked joyfully, wrapping her arms around (Y/n)’s neck.

The trio talked about the show as they walked (or in Yumeko’s case, carried) through the halls, slowly making their way back to the classroom for the next class period. Mary paused in her next comment as loud, purposeful steps were quickly catching up to them.

“Jabami Yumeko!” A voice filled with contempt called from behind them.

“Oh, Sayaka! How good to see you!” Yumeko smiled, sliding off of (Y/n)’s back to try to greet the secretary with a hug.

Sayaka dodged the attempt on her life, zapping her taser in warning as she glared at the demon before her. (Y/n) wondered if all the students were allowed to carry such dangerous items at school.

“You are in violation of school rules!” Sayaka sternly informed. “You did not fill out the proper paperwork to bring an outsider into Hyakkaou.”

“Really Yumeko,” Mary scoffed, “those are like, the easiest papers to fill out.”

“I’m sorry Sayaka, it must have slipped my mind.” Yumeko apologized.

“Your apologies mean nothing to me. Escort the girl out now.” Sayaka clipped.

“All I want is to spend time with my girlfriend. Surely you could make an exception just this once, Sayaka, friend?” Yumeko pleaded.

“Don’t refer to me as your friend,” Sayaka’s jaw clenched, “better yet, don’t refer to me ever.” Then Sayaka’s expression switched from hostile to something akin to a hopeful curiousness. “Did you say girlfriend? Like dating... monogamously perhaps? As in, you aren’t looking to be dating someone else right now? You want to spend more time with her than anyone else?”

“Yes!” Yumeko nodded, smiling obliviously.

Sayaka turned her attention to (Y/n), walking up to the other girl and grasping (Y/n)’s hands tightly in hers.

“Never break up with her,” Sayaka said, the closeness of her face scaring (Y/n) slightly, “please.”

“I um, wasn’t planning on it.” (Y/n) stuttered in reply.

“My, what do we have going on here?” A silky voice called from behind the group. Sayaka gasped and removed her hands from (Y/n) as if they had burned her.

“President! Vice president! What are you doing here?” The secretary asked.

“I’ve been hearing rumors of Yumeko stirring up my aquarium with a new fish.” Kirari’s lips curled in an interested smile as she eyed the unfamiliar girl. “This must be the one, hm?”

“This is (L/n) (Y/n), my girlfriend. She’s visiting me over the long weekend and I wanted to show her around the school to maximize our time together. Unfortunately I didn’t fill out the proper forms, you’ll allow it won’t you president? Please?” Yumeko explained with a cute pout that made Sayaka livid.

“Of course.” Kirari easily complied, tapping a blue nail against her smiling, equally blue lips. “She’ll just have to gamble with me first.”

Oh no. She said it.

“Gamble?” (Y/n) looked at the president questioningly while Yumeko and Mary hosted a silent eye battle between themselves to figure out how to deescalate the situation.

“Yes, dating Yumeko, I can imagine you must be amazing at it to catch her eye,” Kirari produced a pack of cards from her blazer, “any preferences?”

“I’m not much of a gambler, neither is Yumeko. I’m not quite sure I understand.” (Y/n) answered.

“Not much of a gambler, Yumeko?” Kirari’s lips rose into a highly amused smile.

“What she means to say is that I’ve dabbled in some friendly school gambles while I’ve been here. It’s kind of a tradition at this school, (Y/n). All in good fun.” Yumeko laughed.

“Yes, try telling that to the house pets.” Kirari mused.

“Could you just, shut up for like, five minutes?” Mary seethed, turning to the masked girl standing silently at Kirari’s left, “I thought I told you to keep your sister occupied today so this exact thing wouldn’t happen.”

Ririka shyly removed her mask, looking contrite. “I tried but she wanted to know what Igarashi-san was doing.”

“Could someone please explain to me what is going on here?” (Y/n) asked holding her hands out expectantly as she looked over each face in the little group they had formed in the middle of the hall.

“How about this,” Kirari circled the girl, “you beat me in a gamble and I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”

“And if I lose?” (Y/n) questioned.

“No penalty. This is highly entertaining for me as it stands. I just want to know if I can see what Yumeko sees in you.”

“Then I guess I don’t see the harm in it.”

“Excellent. Let’s take this party to the student council room shall we?”

Yumeko nervously twirled her ring as she watched (Y/n) sit across from the president. Kirari had all sorts of gambling dirt of her, as much as she loved (Y/n), she hoped the girl would lose this one.

“Blackjack?” Kirari asked as she shuffled the deck.

“I don’t know how to play that actually.” (Y/n) said.

“That’s fine. Texas Hold ‘Em?”

“No, sorry.”

“How about gin rummy?”

“Haven’t heard of it.”

“Thirty-one?”

“Nope.”

“Ten card no peek baseball?”

“Is that a real thing?”

“What card game do you know?” Kirari tried instead.

“...Go Fish?” (Y/n) replied.

“A woman after my own heart.” Kirari said, causing Sayaka to pout severely.

Kirari dealt the cards, spreading the remaining deck face down between them and the game was set. The pairs flowed evenly for the first couple minutes until (Y/n) had to go fish and Kirari obtained a small lead on her. (Y/n) just as quickly turned the tides a few turns later with a good guessing streak that landed her five more pairs.

The casual luck and easy going attitude (Y/n) presented while gambling with the president made Yumeko even more attracted to her girlfriend by the second, but still she hoped Kirari would turn it back around somehow.

It appeared luck wasn’t on Yumeko’s side however, as (Y/n) won the game with three more pairs then Kirari. The president smiled, mildly impressed by the outsider’s victory.

“Well then, what questions do you have for me?” She asked, shifting in her seat to cross her legs the other way.

“So this is some crazy gambling school, right?” (Y/n) asked with no preamble, not pulling any punches.

“Crazy would be subjective, but gambling is as important in this school as breathing. I’ve made sure of that.” Kirari answered.

“And Yumeko gambles.” (Y/n) said, mostly looking for acknowledgement that clarified the validity of the statement.

“Yes, one of the best in the school.” Kirari praised.

“It’s not dangerous though, right? She hasn’t done anything too drastic?”

Yumeko bowed her head, twisting her ring with a bit more force. A blush coated her skin as her heartbeat pounded in her chest. This was like a gamble in itself and oh, how intense it felt!

“Mm, hard to say.” Kirari shrugged, “I feel as though our definitions of these terms may differ.”

(Y/n) turned to face Yumeko who looked every bit the part of a scolded puppy. She didn’t need to ask any more questions. Not for Kirari to answer anyway.

“Yumeko, just what have you been up to?” (Y/n) asked, covering Yumeko’s hands to cease their twisting.

“(Y/n), I’ve been hiding something from you.” She sniffled, “I’ve been hiding it from you for a long time!”

“What is it?” (Y/n) asked gently, patting the girl’s silky hair.

“I’m, I’m a compulsive gambler!”

“Really?” (Y/n) was stunned.

“Yes, it’s true. I’ve had so many gambles I know you wouldn’t approve of.” Yumeko blinked her tears away as she allowed the truth to be out in the open. “I’ve gambled myself into millions worth of debt just so I could gamble even more, I’ve bet my finger nails, I’ve played Russian Roulette, I’ve bet my free will against become a pop idol and never being able to date again... I’m sorry you had to find it all out like this.”

“Yumeko...” (Y/n) was speechless, she didn’t know what to make of all this. Her sweet, adorable girlfriend had an intense gambling addiction that made her put herself in harm’s way on the daily?

“Please don’t break up, please don’t break up, please don’t...” Sayaka mumbled quietly to herself, rolling something that looked suspiciously like prayer beads in her hands. All the poor secretary wanted was for the snake to have a keeper that would pull her attention away from her president, was that so much to ask for?

(Y/n) sighed through her nose and pinched Yumeko’s arm harshly.

“Ow!” Yumeko whined.

“That’s for keeping secrets.” (Y/n) huffed, pinching Yumeko’s other arm, “that’s for putting yourself in dangerous situations. And this,”

Yumeko closed her eyes, waiting for another stinging pinch. Instead, she received a sweet kiss on her cheek.

“This is an apology for making you feel like you had to hide from me. I love you.”

“I love you too!” Yumeko sniffled, knocking her head into (Y/n)’s chest as she hugged her tightly.

“This doesn’t mean you’re getting a free pass anymore though, no more life changing gambles!”

“...how about three a week.” Yumeko asked shyly.

“Once a month max. You’ll kill me, my heart won’t be able to take the stress.”

“This day has been exhausting.” Mary groaned. “I thought I wasn’t going to let myself be dragged into this idiotic mess.”

“You’re a true friend, Mary-san!” Yumeko clapped.

“Ugh,” Mary ignored her, “come on Ririka, we’re running late for our next election gamble.

Ririka hurried over to the blonde and they exited the room together. (Y/n) and Yumeko followed after giving a cheery goodbye to the amused president and her disgruntled secretary.

“Lessons are over for the day,” Yumeko grinned, hugging (Y/n)’a arm as they walked towards the front gates of the school. “I bet you’re hungry, we didn’t even have time for lunch.”

“Food sounds awesome right now. Any suggestions?”

“I know a few places that might be good. We can go over them while we get ready in my apartment.”

“Sounds great.”

“Don’t let money discourage your final decision. Remember that Yumemi has graciously agreed to pay for our date tonight!”

“Oh yes, how could I forget my almost date with a pop star. How are your legs feeling by the way?”

“They’re so sore (Y/n)! Every step hurts!” Yumeko whined.

“Alright,” (Y/n) bent forward, “up, up.”

“Yay!” Yumeko cheered hopping onto (Y/n)’s back.

Yumeko refused to get off of (Y/n)’s back until they got home... which made taking the bus a little awkward.

~~~

Bonus Scene

Ryota sat stalk still in his desk, watching the hours tick by in the darkened classroom only lit by the soft light from the street lamps outside. He looked down at his notebook, filled with notes, two identical hand written copies for Mary and Yumeko. He looked back at the door, waiting for it to slide open.

“Yumeko, Mary-san,” Ryota weakly called, “please come back soon, I’m so hungry.”

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[technowoah]

In a rich man's world

I wrote this in a day be proud yall :)

A C!Schlatt b̶l̶u̶r̶b̶ imagine (platonic)

+ C!Wilbur x reader (established)

⚠︎ swearing, manipulation (?), drinking, smoking, mentions of weapons. I didn't proofread

"STAY THERE. Dont come for me until I say that its safe. I know Schlatt will follow you so dont come-"

"GET EM OUT OF HERE!"

"Stay my love!"

This wasnt what you expected when Wilbur said to stay. You didnt think that staying in Manberg would insue that Tubbo would be considered Schlatt's vice president and you becoming his "First Lady".

He said in his own words, "Im interested in you. To be honest I don't know how someone like Wilbur can get a woman like you."

You took that to heart instantly. You and Wilbur were together for a reason. You loved him and he loved you. You and Wilbur built L'Manburg, you followed his dream and right now you are watching his dream, firsthand, be destroyed. You had watched him loose the election by 1 percent to Quackity and Schlatt and immediately after that get run out of his own country by the man he now despises. The man that's now your president.

Late at night you remember the faces of Tommy and Wilbur who were standing in the middle of a crowd of archers, their arrows pointed towards them as you tried to push your way through to get to Wilbur. He finally grabbed your arm and took off running, dragging you along with him.

The three of you finally came to a stop by a river when he said those words to you. Wilbur had told you to stay with Tubbo until things blew over and the two of you could see eachother again. Tommy continued to yell in the background that they should continue to run, Wilbur tried to give you one last hug when he was ripped away by Tommy.

You stood there breathless as arrow whipped past you and nearing your feet. You heard footsteps behind you. Thinking it was either one of the archers behind you, you didn't move until a hand was placed upon your shoulder. Discomfort flew through your body as your mind caught up to the idea that Schlatt was behind you.

"Dont watse your time. You heard the man." Schlatt said as he ended up walking away leaving you stunned.

He was an asshole and he knew it too. You could probably tell he was smirking as he walked away. That bastard just came all the way here just to taunt you and then leave. You ended up going back to the podium where you met with everyone else who didn't chase after Wilbur and Tommy.

Your mind was filled with hatred for Schlatt and uncertainty for the future. With Wilbur you had a future already made in L'Manburg, you two were going to get married, have children, reign in L'Manburg, but now what?

Schlatt ended up asking both you and Tubbo to come up onto the stage during his second presidential speech. You both stood, one on each side, of Schlatt uneasy. You were figeting while you awaited the reason why he brung both Tubbo and you up there. Tubbo looked anxious, he was flinching everytime Schlatt motioned towards him. You wish you both could find some comfort in this situation, but you couldn't grasp onto anything.

Schlatt then announced Tubbo as his vice president and you as his first lady. And that's where you are now, in a huge room with a round table sat in the middle. George, Quackity, Tubbo and you were sat around it the 5 of you barely taking up the huge meeting table.

That place is where he said those words to you, that he found you interesting and belittled your and Wilbur's relationship. That's where you realized he was doing this on purpose. Everything had begun to clear up in your mind as the days went on.

Time was passing and you haven't seen Wilbur in days. It was tiring and both Tubbo and Schlatt saw this.

Tubbo and you began to take nightly walks after working for the ram-man to blow off steam and complain. You always found yourselves following the path the Tommy and Wilbur took before stopping and wondering which way they went. Soon those walks became more informative because Wilbur gave Tubbo the green light, and gave him the coordinates to their hideout. He had told you that Wilbur knows that Schlatt is keeping an eye on you and it's safer until Schlatt lets his gaurd down.

Tubbo told you one night that Wilbur had teamed up with Technoblade, and made the underground city Pogtopia. He said it looked beautiful down there and that you'll love it. He also told Wilbur that you were Schlatt's first lady and he freaked out. After realizing that Tubbo kept telling you what was happening, you decided to make Tubbo your messenger boy until you could see Wilbur and Tommy again. It was sad that this was the way you two had to communicate, but whatever it takes for everyone to be together.

Schlatt on the other hand. He noticed you moping around in meeting rooms and while writing decrees. Schlatt wasn't good with words, we all know that, but he was good with material things. As days passed by and letters were written you began to find jewelry on your nightstand, gleaming in the moonlight without a note. More things began to show up in your bedroom, that Schlatt had given you. You said you were uncomfortable with sleeping in the same room and after a little bit of back and forth he obliged.

Bracelets hung on your doorknob, rings on your bed, enchanted weapons, basically anything that shined was in your hands.

Schlatt had even invited you to have a one on one meeting with him about a new decree he was working on. He sat at the head of the table while you sat on the side of him.

Schlatt slid the papers over to you, a cigarette lazily hanging from his mouth. You had gotton used to the smell of alcohol and cigarettes while being around Schlatt because that's what he smelled like 24/7.

"So what do ya think?" Schlatt ssid while blowing out smoke.

"It's sucks!" You said in disbelief.

"I want you to rewrite it then." He leaned back inhaling more smoke.

"What?!"

"You heard me broad! Write my decrees from now on." Schlatt said getting up from his chair.

He had put a table against a wall that was placed there for types of alcohol he wanted during a meeting. He grabbed a huge wine glass and a full bottle of red wine. He opened the bottle and drank a little from it before pouring a full glass apparently for you. He offered you the glass, slightly sitting on the table infront of you.

"I dont wanna do this shit anymore. It's boring so you'll do it for me. You know, I was gonna have Quackity do it, but. No. Just no." Schlatt shook his head as drank straight out of the bottle.

You smirked as you drank from your glass as well. You knew he was lying. You just didnt know the exact reason why. At this point you didn't care, you had the power you and Wilbur wanted in the first place, everything seemed to be coming full circle for you.

The decree was sitting right in front of you next to the cigarette Schlatt placed there, not caring if his cigarette was put out or not. You remembered the jewelry and weapons he had brought you to cheer you up and the fancy red wine and the glass that held it that shined like diamonds.

Schlatt finished his bottle of red wine and slammed his bottle onto the table. He rolled his head around and groaned. Schlatt turned his head to look at you from his seat on the table.

"So whaddya think?"

Maybe you could stay for a little longer.

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