#personally pumped for white horse

[vumming]

all of us are dead — han gyeong-su “collide"

contents : angst, pining, unrequited love

a/n: it's been a year since i watched aouad this is rusty lol also, i tweaked a few to match the vibes hope you don't mind.

You've always seen him. Prancing around in that childish display like a toddler who has no knowledge of the world yet. How insufferable.

Gyeong-su, who would always have the wide wolfish grin on his face as he claps everyone along the way, sending "positivity" and laughter whenever he passes by.

Gyeong-su, who would always show his heart on his sleeves. A guy who cannot lie so easily due to his fiery temper and short fused personality.

He's a real pain in the fucking ass.

"Out of my way." Your shoulders bump into Gyeong-su, the room is too small and sharing it with him makes it all the more annoying. Na-yeon obediently follows, clinging on your arm—she always does, like a helpless duckling always needing your constant affection.

You notice how her eyes pierce and narrow in disgust at the sight of the boy alone. She has always developed a sense of superiority complex over Gyeong-su, you could care less about it.

What's nagging the back of your mind is how even with the harsh and constant back and forth between you and him, that stupid 'adrenaline' that sends your blood pumping never goes away.

Na-yeon lifts her chin, nose high as she flips a lock of her hair behind, "I can't believe we are sharing a room with a welfie." She tugs on your uniform's sleeve, delicate hands holding your arm gently.

"This is beyond awful." She murmurs, eyeing the other boy whose face is put in a scowl as he eyes the two of you, the burn in his gaze is full of hate.

You let her talk, ever since you've dated Na-yeon, she's always been a rather opinionated girl who sticks deeply to her ideals and that much is admirable no matter how much hate she always seems to get.

"The hell is wrong with you two?" His friends held his arms back, teeth gritting as they tried to shut him up to not worsen the fight.

After all, you and him have created quite the reputation—both infamous for your constant rivalry towards each other.

Na-yeon cringes at his uncouth attitude, gesturing at the boy, "with how he's acting right now, it's no difference to those flesh eating creatures." She hissed, flinching when Gyeong-su turned to glare straight at her.

Apocalypse or not, things do not change.

You find your own thoughts wander in the carnage of chaos that surrounds you.

Which monster would prevail, do you wonder?

"Tch. Always up on your high horse, are you looking down at me?" He's always quick to assume things, Gyeong-su has a tight grip on the lapels of your collar with his knuckles turning white by the passing seconds.

Students were intrigued as they watch it all happen on the school grounds.

You sneered at him, a rough look replacing your usual features. "Hah, were your wits taken when you weren't looking?" Gyeong-su pulls you towards him, the proximity is so close that your foreheads touch against each other.

It could've been something romantic if not for the tension between the two of you, glares and snares sent between each other. The fight that accumulates in between is loss in the chitter chatter of the pesky nosy students that's gathered.

"Why you—!"

He's always quick to anger indeed. Pulling his head back only to slam it against yours. The tension breaking only to worsen as a fight broke out causing the horde of students watching you to cheer and whip their devices out.

"Who are you calling an idiot, you arrogant bastard!" He swipes another punch, "I'm even surprised that you know I was calling out your IQ!"

You don't know what fueled this fight in the first place, now it's a hit or be hit situation that you find yourself in. You parry only to punch him, retaliating.

Fuck.

Your head hurts and you felt like your brain shook inside your skull at his headbutt. This crazy guy drives you mad.

Gyeong-su manages to push you down, the back of your head hitting the ground as you wince, your own hands pulling him down. If you will be taken down, you'll make sure he'll suffer the same too.

Fist fly and whacks echo the place as the two of you continue to fight.

And somehow, you find yourself in the same situation as the first, but now, your own hands are gripping his collar too. "Fucking hell.." Gyeong-su curses, panting heavily as he struggles to stand up due to your hold on his clothes.

His leg slipping in exhaustion as he slips on top of you—"Fuck-!" The both of you swore at the same time, eyes wide when you felt something soft brush against your own lips.

This guy drives you mad.

"Oi! Y/n!" They attempt to stop you from entering the recording room—Na-yeon and Gyeong-su were supposed to break up the fight and for her to apologize.

The Na-yeon you know rarely yield over things like apology.

Too stubborn.

Too..

Maybe it's the realization that you have because of your observations, the way she was adamant on taking him out of the group was normal due to her dislike, but when she has swiped something off—the handkerchief that she'd always cherish and never use was whipped out.

A gift you had given her.

Shit.

Your hands open the door in a flurry, harshly grabbing your girlfriend's wrist as you face her, eyes mad and in disbelief over the course of action she decided to take.

"What the fuck Na-yeon?!" Your voice rises as you snatched the handkerchief from her hands in a fury.

The girl flinches, arm outstretched as she stares at you in fear at the strength you emit over her delicate wrist. "Y/n.." Was all the left her lips. "What are you doing?!"

"Wiping that blood off of the mop— do you plan to kill him?!"

Everyone stares in wariness and disbelief, eyes wide like saucers. Gyeong-su stepped forward with a look of caution. "..What do you mean.?" He hesitantly asked.

And perhaps it was the heart in you that cannot betray your girlfriend no matter—even with how cruel one is, someone loved them until the bitter end. Atleast that's what you try to tell yourself as you gaze upon Na-yeon who looks at you with eyes that can break your own heart.

Gaze of a desperate.

And with a crushed look, she snatches her wrist from you. "You.. I thought you're on my side."

You couldn't hear anything, a buzzing and ear deafening noise films itself inside your mind that you couldn't even comprehend why you did just that, morality? Kindness? Pity? You didn't notice when she exits the room, her cries hidden amongst the ringing in your mind.

Did you do the right thing?

You did, right?

Even if she cries.

Even if your heart breaks hearing that.

Sure she's annoying but the girl was once whom you held dear in your heart.

Am I wavering..?

"Hey-!"

You snapped out of your thoughts, eyes focusing on his that holds you grounded. Gyeong-su holds you down to reality, his hands cupping your cheeks to hold your gaze.

It looks soft, concern for you and there's something more..

The rough pad of his fingertips brushes on your skin and his face, scarred and worried looks at you—like someone important enough to be worried about.

"Hey! You okay? Snap out of it, damn it!"

There's a slight sharp pain on your cheeks though...

"Did you just slap me?"

"How else would you wake up?!" His tone was somewhat offended, and by instinct, which is the rivalry between the two of you, you took a hold of his collar. Somehow it was a big harsh therefore pushing the two of you to the ground with a soft thud.

His limbs entangled with yours as the two of you stare wide eyed with each other.

Ba-dum.

Ba-dum.

Who's heartbeat is it that's beating wildly?

"Wha-"

"Fuck!"

You pushed him down the floor, clicking your tongue as you drag a hand over your face. "Don't say a word about it!"

The door slammed shut, leaving him all alone in the recording room once again, this time, in a wild and uncomfortable tension inside him.

Gyeong-su looks at the door you exited, the image of you walking out in his mind and he could've swore he saw a faint trace of redness in your face—or maybe not, but that doesn't explain the synchrony of hearts beating with each other like a perfect melody.

".. or was that mine..?"

#aouad x reader #all of us are dead x reader #han gyeong su x reader #gyeong su x reader #male reader

[teddie-bear420]

tier list

OPINONS UNDER THE CUT

warning this is super long and ranty but does have some silly doodles ill post else where :)

-teddie bear 420

I have had several dreams about vaggie and lute and alastor, they plage my every waking moment. one was me going to smooch city with alastor (very scary that man does not wash his teeth). the others vaggie just shows up sometimes

really liked vaggie in her angel flash back, her hair cut was so cute, not a fan she still has pink eye but what eves. I LOVE HER PONY TAIL THO, give my girl better hair styles!!!

do you think theyve explored each others bodies?

I hated lute at first cuz, just look at her. you could get snow blindness with how white that woman is oh my lord. but once the 8th episode rolled around with hot women fighting my brain kinda clicked on for our old second in command. i keep going back to her in my brain and slowly morphing her into a heart broken lesbian who has a superiority complex and bullies her crush and then moves on to having a sugar mama situation ship with Lilith.

alastor is just so fun and silly, and there's this one x reader fic that ive made fan art of, you've all seen it. i just love this guy but i like to imagine he's a woman just for me :)

i understand why he is a fan favorite

i love charlies look but i hate how childish she is, like girl you are like 24 kill your friends pimp. nifty molly emily are all so cute and i enjoy looking at them. cant wait for the nifty episode (delusional)

i do love nifty more than the rest of these ones tho. i see lots of folks talking about how nifty is alastors daughter or angel dusts little baby daughter SHUT UP

SHES 25 YEARS OLD AND MURDERED HER HUSBAND IN HER SLEEP. NIFTY CALLED ALASTOR OVER TO HAVE THEIR LUNCH DATE AND HIDE THE BODY!!!

OK maybe nifty lives in my dreams too

do you think theyve explored each others bodies?

mimzy makes me mad cuz the show hated having her there clearly, like why is she the only fat person in hell. dont worry girl, I'll appreciate you once again i have to make alastor a dyke for my own sanity

do you think they-

lilith and rosie are good to look at, i like how rosie talks and her showtunes, god i love her show tunes. pentious is the only yellow dude in hell. velvete looks like ass most of the time but I LOVE A BAD BITCH

like i said, no strong feelings

ok most of these dudes are too ugly or too annoying and i hate when they are on screen, lucifers pants are his skin, angel dust has the worst fashoin sense ever UGHS I HATE HIM WHERE ARE HIS TITS WAAAAAA

also i love that her name is sarah, thats such a basic name, like i can type alastor x reader and theres a bunch of results but if i typed sarah x reader, shes no where :(

also shes got that mlp horse face going on i love it

i despise carmilla carmine, i hate her dumb horns, i hate her unnamed daughters, i hate her skirt, i hate her song, i hate her blazed ass eyes, i hate her long hair

vox just looks bad i cant lie

OK ADUM MAKES ME SO MAD HE SHOULD HAVE BEEN JACK BLACK WE SHOULD HAVE SEEN HIM BEING A FAT BASTARD CUZ I WAS CONVINCED HE WAS ANOTHER SKINNY TWINK also i am an anti shipper when it comes to adum x lute cuz that shit is weaaaak. he is so mean to her and not in a hot way, adum is some incel and lute is a goddess

yeah, #adumisoverparty 2024 the most divorced man in heaven

i can not wait for season two dude, im so pumped

#teddz stuff #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel critical #alastor #vaggie #nifty hazbin hotel #angel dust #hazbin hotel husk

[melon-cream-enmu]

Repost from old blog (bringing this here for the sake of linking it in the mc spell induced heat smut that I’m working on)

Obey me dick headcanons!

Cw horse cock, monster cock, just lots of nonhuman cocks. Can be seen as teratophilia so avoid if you wish to. First person but I don’t describe myself, just use ‘I, me, my’ and the like. I do say I want Lucifer to make me his housewife, so a gendered term there. I am afab so thats what this includes. Also asmo has/can have a pussy in addition to his cock so if you don’t like that please avoid. Mention of piss in Satan’s, but not graphic

Belphie has a horse cock and I mean an actual horse cock

Is he a cow? Yeah I mean aesthetically so it wouldn’t be a horse but shut up and let me fantasize about him lazily softly rocking his hips as the fat flat tip pops wetly in and out of me before easing it into me. Already so overstimulated and have cum so many times, the first time he pulls out there’s creamy white cum on the dark base of his cock, or however far down I could go

Levis dick is three slick purple slime looking appendages all twisting together into one ‘cock’ but as he gets closer to coming the unfurl inside me and there’s very small suckers that clamp onto my walls and he can hardly pull out if he can at all, his cock wanting to stay in me as long as possible.

Beel…..oh beel….his cock🤤large round glowing knot near the base, full of eggs to be pumped into me….so much cum spurred into me in ways to fertilize those eggs. He worked me open with his tongue and fingers for hours in hopes of opening me up as much as possible. Cant decide if it would be actual fly mutant monster creatures or demon babies with cute fly like irises and lil wet scrumpled wings that need to dry and unfurl. Maybe mutant monster baby thingies when he’s not in his rut but when he is in his rut, I’ll be prepared to be extra round and heavy with lil cute babies. Or they don’t fertilize at all unless he’s in a rut, idk

Asmos dick…I can’t decide if I want it to be a pretty thing sculpted by the Greek gods…or armored like a scorpions tail…🤔… either way he has a pussy too, or can phase between his glorious sleek cock and a gorgeous pussy with the cutest softest patch of hair neatly groomed on his mound

Satan may also have a horse cock…cuz his thing…it’s…it’s a unicorn…I don’t headcannon him having a bumpy cat like cock like I’ve seen others headcannon. I have a very love/hate relationship with Satan, and that comes into play with my absolute turn off of heavy pet play and role play aspects, so I don’t really want to headcanon him with something so…domesticated? I also want him to hate fuck the piss outta me and degrade me for it, all while using it to wetly abuse my clit with his fingers. And gOD horse cocks just sound so yummy, that big massive tip popping in for the first time, god this man would have me crying and begging for more. And don’t get me started on how badly I want him to slap his long, thick, heavy as fuck cock on my pussy until my lips are all red and I can’t handle not having it in me any longer

Mammon I’m not sure about. Stuck between textured, tapered, and with white down feathers instead of pubes, or very human like with lots of cold piercings…I don’t know, but whatever it looks like he knows how to use it. He’s whiney and loving and sweet….looking very submissive and breedable my guy keep it up

Now Lucifer…his cock is….wow. It’s thick, long, heavy, very human, but absolutely gorgeous. That’s really all I can say about his. I just want him to fuck me and call me stupid and his stupid little human, too weak to survive on my own, has to marry me and make me his lil house wife and toy

Diavolo….also…has a horse cock….dontlookatme. I just can’t think of a demon prince having a human cock. But it’s so pretty. Not like Satan or belphies(who have dark bases but green and purple on the rest of the length respectively) diavolos is a dark base with the rest being his skin color.

Barbatos. I don’t think about him a lot? I don’t know I don’t hate him I don’t adore him he just exists as a good character. His dick/s like his tail, long, slim, wet, and split off into two at the tip

#obey me smut #cream om #lucifer x mc #mammon smut #leviathan smut #satan smut #asmodeus smut #beelzebub smut #belphegor smut #diavolo x mc #barbatos smut #cream filled

[quotidian-oblivion]

✨Out of context lines shitpost Pt. 8✨

Part 7

Quo: This is it... our last day of childcare course. And... *sighs* I'm getting choked up. I met @mispeltnostalgia and got to know her well through this course and she's been the best irl fanfic buddy and older brother despite being a year younger than me ever.

Nog: These out of context things have made me so happy and its fun to look back and remember the funny shit that we have said and done this year. this deffo won't be the last though. Quo and I will forever be saying and doing stupid shit. Quo is the best little sister ever and while I'll miss our fridays together she cant get rid of me. I know too many of her fanfics and she's beta-ing my works.

Quo: You beta-ed a couple of mine too!

We'll still be posting the out of context lines, but there are going to be longer gaps since we're not gonna meet on Fridays anymore :( There's still our weekly study sessions that we dubbed TEAS on Wednesday!

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Tim: *holding a ball of wool to Jason’s face as a pretend mic* What do you say about the Curse you just found out you have Jason: *clears throat* I hope it kills me. ~ Jason: What do you have to say about your Curse? Tim: …I’ve had it since I was fucking born. ~ Barbara: So I bought a pack of quick oats because I love oats. And then I bought another pack of overnight oats because it had yoghurt, and now I’m just realizing that I really am just a horse. Little Shit Young!Jason: THAT’S WHAT I’VE BEEN SAYING. ~ Damian: I’ve been able to find a knife, I’ve been able to find a fork, but I can’t find a spoon. Jon: You have all the stabby objects in your bag Damian: I also have a fuckton of crochet hooks and— a pocket watch?? *pulls out pocket watch* Where the fuck is my spoon. ~ Steph: So I was getting pumped up for this song but then I just hear this tiny Alvin and the chipmunks voice say “Party Rock” and it just dashed my hopes. Listen to this *Plays Party Rock Anthem”. Damian: … Steph: Like, imagine getting pumped up for one of your childhood songs then you just suddenly hear “party rock” in this high-pitched voice and I felt like killing myself. Damian: … Steph: And hear me out— Damian: I don’t think i want to hear you out anymore. Steph: *Continues to play Bad Romance covered by the Alvin and the Chipmunks” ~ Tim: *Watching a video of Bruce* Bart: Wait, your dad sounds American. Bart: And he speaks kind of like you too! Tim: Yeah, I wonder why my American dad who raised me sounds and has the same speech patterns as me. Hmm, good question. Bart: I just wasn’t expecting it. I forgot that American dads were a thing. ~ Steph: i am granting you the honor of waffle ~ Barbara: *looking for a place to put popcorn. Places the popcorn against Dick’s lap* Dick: hell yeah crotch popcorn! Omg crotchcorn! Barbara: Please don't. ~ Bruce: You have to be very careful out there. These racist attacks are getting worse. Dick: Don't worry, Pops. I'm with a white person, I'll be fine. Barbara: *chokes on her drink with laughter* ~ Tim: *mixes soda water, energy drink and trace amounts of tea together in a tumbler* For funsies. *chugs it* ~ Jason: *falls to the floor, crumbles and silently screams in a public library* Barbara: Stop it, you’re embarrassing yourself Jason: I’m a drama kid, I can do whatever I want ~ Steph: *singing* I am not a quitter Tim: *singing with her* Pocket full of glitter Steph: Yarn balls, I’m a knitter!  Steph and Tim: *singing together* I’m the whole package, baby! Tim: I haven’t met you Steph: But if you’re staaable Tim and Steph: Then here’s my number! And call me Mabel! ~ Alfred: *grabs Bruce by the shoulders and shakes* BE PRODUCTIVE! ~  Steph: IS THAT A PURPLE BALLOON??? Steph: *walks over, picks it up, and carries it like a baby* *whispers* I’m pregnant ~  Damian, high on pain meds: *giggling while he draws Tim falling off a roof* whee whee, hee hee, I’m so funny. Hee hee hee. He’s falling off a building.

#quotidian convos #nogolsta says hi #tim drake #dick grayson #jason todd #bruce wayne #batfam #dc #damian wayne #stephanie brown #barbara gordon #alfred pennyworth #batfamily #batdad #the batfamily #bart allen #jon kent #jonathan kent #jonathan samuel kent #bat fam #bat family #batfam headcanons #batfam incorrect quotes #batfam shenanigans #batfamily headcanons #batfamily shenanigans #dc batfam #incorrect batfam #incorrect batfamily quotes #batbros

[ally-notebook]

Alfred

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You can find close ups and better quality pictures on the wiki!

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[ID: Five screenshots of Alfred from Fire Emblem: Engage from his pages in the ally notebook. In the first screenshot, there is a polaroid of Alfred on the left page, a confident smile on his page and his right hand resting on his hip. He looks to his left. He wears his princely clothes, a thick white shirt with ruffles at the end of the sleeves with gold detailing. He has a blue cape draped down his back, and an orange stone sits in the middle of his collarbone just below his neck. The page to the right reads:

'Alfred. Initial Class: Noble. Birthday: August 8th. Basic Info: Crown prince of Firene. He arrived at Lythos Castle on the night it was attacked, along with his retainers Boucheron and Etie.'

The second screenshot is of the next few pages of the ally notebook. On the left page, there is a polaroid of Alfred in battle, pointing his lance at an enemy off screen. He rides his white horse into battle, a serious look on his face. The page on the right reads:

'Likes: Training, exercise, the sun at dawn, music, flowers, muscles, four-leafed clovers, other people's happiness. Dislikes: Precise work, sewing, spicy foods, insomnia, regrets.'

In the third screenshot, there's a polaroid of Alfred in the Oceanic Vest, an outfit with a dark blue undershirt and a bright blue vest with white flower stalks for detail. He has his left hand across his chest, looking towards his right, a warm expression on his face. The page to the right reads:

'Hobbies: Exercise, chatting. Talents: Rising early, making flower garlands. Background: He was ill as a child and now seeks to compensate through exercise. His father taught him mastery of the lance before he died.'

In the fourth screenshot, there is a polaroid of Alfred in the jogging position, seemingly going for a run around the Somniel. He's pumping his arms, mouth slightly open and teeth grit. The page to the right reads:

'Height: 5'9. Ring Size: 6 | M. Personality: Generous and kind, often helping before he can think. loves to find small joys and hates being alone. Most floral-smelling person in the army.'

In the fifth screenshot, there's a polaroid of Alfred on the left page. He stands before the Divine Dragon against a bright blue sky, the picture having been taken from their point of view. He reaches his right hand out towards the Divine Dragon, his left hand placed gingerly on his chest, the Pact Ring glittering beautifully in the sunlight. His expression is kind, welcoming, a rosy blush on his cheeks. The page next to it reads:

'Life with Alfred: He keeps the Divine Dragon updated on small joys their friends find and tries to keep his health up so that they have more time to spend together. He keeps the Pact Ring in an embroidered bag.'

End ID.]

#ally notebook #firene #fire emblem #fire emblem engage #fe engage #engage #fee #fe17 #alfred #alfred fire emblem #fe alfred

[exclectical]

Thunderhorse

THEME: Rarepair Month 2023: Rain/(AND soundtrack, I guess, ehe) RARE-PAIRING: Caj and Centaur-Skwisgaar WARNINGS: None unless you don’t like the idea of people marrying and procreating with monster types (no adult content) NOTES: I’m NOT sorry

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Skwisgaar Skwigelf, world’s fastest centaur, made his second circle around the entrance to the hospital. The OB wing’s pickup/dropoff area offered benches and complimentary wheelchairs to the people who had to, or preferred to wait outside, but alas; there was no place to park his horse-for-a-butt comfortably.

The next best option was to sit on his haunches under the awning, a few feet away from the entrance. He was used to it by then, but he was aware of the stares from people waiting with him as they eyed the shiny white coat of his backside, long blond mane (that is to say, his hair), and chiseled torso which was laid bare and shirtless for all to gawk at. The showman in him made his pectorals do a little dance for the crowd.

“Let me guess,” came the voice of his wife as she interrupted his flexing, “t’ey did not let you in because you are not wearing clothes, again.”

“I ams.” He proved it by pointing to his leather arm-bands. Then, his eyes got wider and he danced to to his feet (all four of them). “SOOooooo?”

She gave him a knowing smirk and rolled her eyes. “As usual, t’ey don’t know if I should be seeing a doctor or a vet, but yes. Six weeks pregnant.”

“Hah!” He whinnied, pumping a fist, “Knews it. We gets you de best hays to sleeps in, and de bests oats for eatings...”

“Skwisgaar, I remind you I am a person.” Caj said, clapping his horse-shoulder. “I would rather sleep in our bed and eat ‘uman food.”

“Oh. Ja, rights. Suppose dat am fine too!”

He lifted her up and placed her on his back, petting strands of auburn to the space behind her ears. She pulled herself closer, onto his withers and he turned as much of his human body around as he could so they might embrace. They shared a single, sweet kiss before he felt her slide back down his spine and into a comfortable riding position.

“Sos.” He said, turning his human-half around, “Sugarcubes and Candy-Corns goings to have a brudder or sister! Maybe we names dis one somethings not so formals, ja?”

“Perhaps.” She grabbed his human hips as he began to move, “But not’ing crazy. I’d never want our colts and fillies to be teased when t’ey get older.”

“Goods points.” He readied himself to trot home, and headed towards the exit to the road, “Hejs, at leasts they doesn’t needs to gets driver licenses when they turn sixteens!”

Then, a loud bang cut through the silence. A flash of lightning followed it a second later. In mere moments, a downpour had started, and the rain cascaded beyond the clinic’s awning in torrential fashion.

“Shit!” Caj snarled, “I knew we should’ve brought the SUV and the trailer.”

Skwisgaar sighed at the delay, but in the end, he was okay with waiting it out if it meant more quality time with the woman he horse-married. 

“Heh. Rains at dis times of the year!” He said. “How weirds is dat!”

THE END

================================== This story was continued from/based on @chordsykat art:

https://chordsykat.tumblr.com/post/682898398394892289/now-im-obsessed-with-caj-and-skwisgaar-au-where

Hehu! Surprise!

#NOT sorry #mtl rarepairs #metalocalypse #mtlrarepair2023

[lilly-onthevalley]

Basic outfit ideas/staples?

The Little Black Dress

I'm sure you saw this one coming 😂

It's simple, it's safe, it's classy, it could be hot or cute depending on how you style it. It even has some history behind it (click the link part).

A dress like this can also be worn over and over again without the look getting old because it's a classic staple.

A Stripped Button-Up

Oddly specific? Yes, but this is one of my favourite pieces of clothing in my wardrobe. I can wear it on weekends and once again it's a classic, it's basic, no one cares if you wear it again and again.

For some reason this shirt design in specific is common at horse racing shows. I'm not sure why but I'm here for it.

More Staples include:

A white and black well fitting turtle neck (the sleeve length is up to you)

A slightly compressing white body suit (in halter and long sleeve length, also if you're a bodysuit person get more in your most flattering colours)

A basic tan/cream/blue-black/black loafer (colour is up to you)

Black pumps

Horse riding boots that can fit for casual but stylish wear

Plain white tennis shoes

A knitted scarf (!!!!)

A ring and/or necklace (no reason in particular, I personally love little accessories with character)

Tailored slacks

Pleated skirt

A floral patterned dress (one long and one short)

Plain earrings (plain silver, copper,gold, zirconia or maybe a jewel tone)

Plain nude heels with a strap (my fellow darker skin sisters, please get nude heels which are your skin tone,they will change your life. Not the cream nude heels, I'm sure you know the ones I'm talking about 😭)

A really nice leather belt

Slightly heeled suede slippers??? Idk what you call the type of shoes but they are in the pictures below, Nicoli is wearing them

THE hat (!!)

A satin/silk wrap dress and skirt

Cashmere sweater

White denim shorts

Neutral ribbed dress

Below are some women whose style I really enjoy :)

#self care #fashion #staples #style #anon #ask #for more conservative outings

[sistervirtue]

making fun of some pedo racist's death from cancer is not fucking "ableism" are you ACTUALLY stupid? if you want to ride that white horse, at LEAST check your definitions dumb fucking cunt. anyways i hope they all die from it bye.

Making fun of a disabling illness is, in fact, ableism. Even if they're a bad person. I don't care if you're happy he's gone, treating cancer like it's a deserved punishment only comes back on people who are ill or grieving. He can't see you cheering because he's fucking dead. 40% of american adults can.

Also woah woah woah not dismissing the racism part but i heard nothing about pedophilia accusations can we pump the breaks here

#nyc knacks #anywayssz #cancer tw

[dissonantia-goddess-of-chaos]

Creamy Pie: [?] a short stack, hot pawg, milf shaped big top clown with a big butt, thighs, DD sized chest, and some pudge on her stomach. Her face is covered with cheery and bright makeup, red lipstick covering her big lips, red and blue eyeshadow covering her eyelids, and fluttery long lashes completing her bedroom eyed look. Her short curly bob cut has a rainbow style to it, with a small top hat on top with a daisy on it. Her style of outfit is a white ribbon pink corset with red hearts over the breast plates, baby blue suit with twin tails and a big blue bow on the back, a white neck ruffle with small bells around the edges, a frilled and wavy lavender skirt that barely covers her large rump, puffy white gloves with white ruffles at the wrists, pink striped leggings, and black clown shoes. Creamy Pie's humor consists of clean jokes, not-so-clean jokes, and physical comedy that is constantly botched and accompanied with a litany of clownish curses. Despite her large and heavy mass, she can balance herself on the thinnest rope; on the other hand, she can also become heavy enough to squish a human underneath her weight; on the other OTHER hand, landing on her butt from a large height can cause her to bounce up to twice amount the height she fell from - her body refuses to acknowledge the laws of physics. Creamy Pie carries around a large clown bag filled with weapons and gags, such as: colorful juggling pins, knives, a small canon, a large canon that can fit fifty clowns at once, a circus horse that eats humans, a seltzer bottle filled with acid, a small pump and a seemingly endless supply of long balloons, a variety of spring loaded peanut cans, two Punch and Judy style puppets, too many whoopee cushions, rupper chickens that lay eggs, condoms, confetti poppers, bike horn, any type of Killer Klown weapons, unlimited amount of colorful handkerchief chains (used for binding prey and suitors), her own private rainbow clown car, wind up clattering teeth that are secretly bombs, a joybuzzer that goes a little bit too far, a small ribbon umbrella, a stripper pole, and flavored lubricant. Her powers consists, but not limited to: producing cartoonishly large bombs at will, produce and hide any item that fit in her cleavage (expect a hidden spring loaded boxing glove), Is a master contortionist and escape artist, Can lift anything as long as it would be comical for them to be able to lift it, Can become completely immovable ala an Immovable Rod, produce acid pies at will, Can swallow and regurgitate anything smaller than the circumference of their ruff, create nearly any object (with full functionality) out of balloons, Can shrink to fit into a pocket or grow to the size of two elephants standing on each other’s shoulders, and is disturbingly....sexy? Her personality is a complete 360° from Stilts-Legs - confident, joyful, and full of pent-up horniness. She does go around to harvest prey and wreak havoc on planet earth, but will still find time to get down on some "dirty business" with the sultry native men and women. Great friends with Miss Stilts-Legs and the other clowns. Can immediately go from "PG-rated children's party clown-for-hire" to "cl*ssy banana slut" in seconds. [?] (Killer Klowns from Outer Space)

↑ She laughs similar to this. ↑

Miss Stilts-Legs: [?] a 9 ft tall, french mime clown that is completely flat, with long legs, arms, and fingers. Tall face always with a somber expression and depressing black makeup. Her long and straight black hair reaches halfway down her back. Wears a black and white striped shirt, long black pants (that make her appear to have extremely long legs that could be mistaken for stilts), black suspenders, white gloves, and black heeled booties. She can stretch any part of her body out of proportion as far as a hundred miles. Miss Stilts-Legs rarely goes and kills or harvests anyone because of how depressed she is, so she mostly stays near or on the ship capturing unwanted visitors. As a mime clown, she is capable of forming invisible physical objects that function regardless of anyone’s belief, including weapons and containers. Despite her sluggish and downer personality, she has many friends, including Creamy Pie, and is willing to lend a shoulder to cry on. She is oddly the most sympathetic Klown towards humans. Can only speak through grunts, sighs, and groans, with few hand gestures. [?] (Killer Klowns from Outer Space)

Fizzie-Poparolli/"Fizzie": [5 1/2] An actual baby Klown that the rest of the group takes care of. She has chocolate colored and curly hair in small "swirlie" pigtails, ice cream themed makeup (light brown upsidedown cones on her eyes, pink circles on her cheeks with rainbow sprinkles on them, small cherry-shaped heart lipstick) and poka-dot root beer float dress (white poka-dots on a brown top and frilled white bottom), adorable blue eyes, toddler sized, and has a plush-felt "three-scooped" sundae hat on her head. She has her own room in the big top space ship, decorated in ice cream and circus themes: a bed in the shape of a large bowl of chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry ice cream swirled together with whipped cream pillows, dark chocolate blanket and a banana plushie, colorful walls and carpet, lamps with cartoonishly designed circus animals, a tall bookshelf of children's books surrounded by three recliners and beanbags, a large toy chest filled to the brim with all sorts of toys. Even as a small infant, Fizzie carries her own set of "weapons", such as a small squeaky hammer, a toy klown gun that shoots water/acid, pie plushies that are secretly landmines, cupcake bombs, three layer cake filled with explosives, a toy klown gun that freezes people or turns them into ice cream, bouncy rubber juggling balls that can penetrate through human flesh and solid material through sheer force if it gains enough momentum and speed and can only be stopped if a Klown catches it, balloons filled with toxic helium that can lift her up in the air, a bike horn that can summon hostile circus animals, a sippy cup filled with cotton candy juice, a bib, a binkie, bags of candy, goody bags filled with Klown popcorn, her own hand puppets, a wind-up elephant toy that shoots fire out of its snout, a bag filled with stolen ID cards and money, a rocking horse on wheels that she can drive around on, a man-eating pony, and small boxing gloves. She has to be breastfed or bottle-fed by Creamy. [?] (Killer Klowns from Outer Space)

#oc #pink #purple #cyan #original character #killer klowns from outer space #killer klowns oc #I'll probably draw them later #open to rp #18+ rp #female clowns #clowncore #clown art #clowns #clown #clownery #clown girls

[windandwater]

twice now at the beach I've cornered professionals working there to yell at them about marine animals and the ocean and find out more about what lives there so here's what happened both times.

The first was at Assateague, one of my favorite places in Maryland, I highly recommend going there if you are ever in the area. It's part of a long barrier island and you get both bay/marshes & ocean beaches and both are full of amazing wildlife.

On the way in/out of the beach there was a little "nature corner" booth with a guy with stuff like egg casings, replica seal skulls, seal skin, etc. Of course I quizzed him on every single thing on the table and started asking more questions (you get seals here? what time of year? how far north do they go? what about whales?) which led to my favorite thing of all which is animal people telling me about their favorite animal and his is whelks:

Whelks have two ways of killing their prey, which is usually bivalves. One is to get the edge of their shells between the seal of their shells and pry them open and suck them out.

The other is to clamp down on top of them and release a mucus that drills down through the shell of the bivalve and dissolves it and suck them out that way.

Me, absolutely delighted: "wow it's a bad day for that bivalve" Him: "oh yeah it's all over for them"

He also had a fish that looked like a pufferfish but wasn't quite, though it was related to them, which got me started talking about the love of my life boxfish. I mentioned I'm really annoying in aquariums and he said "Yeah just going up to random people and telling them all about the fish they're looking at..."

Me: "Actually YEAH I just got back from London where they had a boxfish and I was staring at it for a really long time so when this couple came up and I told them all about it..." (true story I had never seen one in person before!! and I was staring at this random tiny yellow fish and felt I needed to explain myself and also couldn't help it) Him: "That's gonna be me with whelks someday." Me: "Well I loved it!!! I love learning stuff like this, thank you."

We also saw a couple probably-dead horseshoe crabs and a definitely-dead ray in Ocean City (that we pushed back into the water after some random family started picking them up and posing for photos with them; guys nature is not a toy, respect it and don't fucking play with dead animals, what the hell). And in "there's something wrong with me" news, some girl told me she saw a fin while we were swimming and she thought it was a shark and I was horribly disappointed when it turned out to be dolphins. But we saw dolphins!

A guy caught a fish right as I walked past his line in Assateague, which was not as cool as the time someone caught a shark there when I was a kid, or the ray someone else caught before I got there, but it was really exciting and he called me his good luck charm.

So that was Assateague. I love it there. There are also wild horses, btw, and we saw a couple of those as well! I've been so many times that I'm pretty immune to them by now but I hopefully got some good pics.

Anyway THIS weekend I decided it was high time I went to the Rockaways and oh man. New favorite New York beach. I almost got pinched by a crab! I felt its claw close around my toe and yanked my foot away in time but I honestly got so excited. ... I know, I'm broken inside. But it's really because to me that says it's a healthy/clean area.

...And because it gave me an excuse to pump the lifeguard for information about the wildlife on that beach, which I immediately did. He confirmed that crabs do live there and if they really get you it hurts like a motherfucker. But mostly I wanted to know if there are ever whales there because I know they do come into the East River, and apparently they do not but tons of dolphins do in the early morning. They get some sharks but not a lot (boo) but have had Great Whites and sea turtles wash up nearby, which is sad but you have to hope they died of natural causes :(. I learned at the NY aquarium that actually there is a TON of wildlife that lives/migrates just a few miles off the coast of New York City; it's actually crazy that maybe two or three miles out there are sea turtles and whales and sharks. He confirmed hearing that and I'm like yo I learned that at the aquarium you should go.

Mostly I learned that lifeguards are extremely bored on duty, I kept being like oh I probably shouldn't bother this dude and he kept talking, it was great.

Anyway I know I just talked a lot about basically nothing but it's exciting to me. Since I don't have to live close to the office (where I lived for 10 years, I’ve been in NYC for 11 years, for reference/anyone new) anymore I am seriously considering a move to be closer to the city's beaches and to live somewhere where I can have an outdoor area and possibly a small back garden so part of this is scouting out what I want to be closest to when I finally save up to move. I think the Rockaways is the beach I want the easiest access to. I never even considered the possiblity of growing outdoor plants in this part of my life so when I think about it it's a little hard to imagine but also feels so good and right. I adore my apartment and my neighborhood but it's been 10 years and it's time to think about what I want for the next 10 years; and when I visualize it, it's a little house with a garden close to a beach and some new parks.

So there you go. That's a life and weird fish update for you, all in one.

#adventures in text posts #random story time with ang #ocean city 2022 #beach life in nyc 2022 #you don't get a cut I'm munching up your dash #munch munch munch

[loosesodamarble]

Do all the questions with Helia hehehe!

Oh boy! Here we go again with a whole essay worth of answers!/lh

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1. What is the main color associated with them? What connections with that color do they share? Helia is primarily associated with the color yellow. For one, Helia has bright blond hair. Yellow is the color of happiness, energy, and positivity in general. Helia's got a personality that's as bright as sunshine, she wants to spread hope and joy to those around her, like the sun shining down on the world. In most shades, it's bright and hopeful. Yellow does have connotations of excess too; it's a somewhat overwhelming color and can strain the eyes if you stare at it too long. And, sometimes, Helia's energy is too much to keep up with.

2. Drawing from the language of flowers, what flower would symbolize them? Helia is associated with the larkspur flower. 

In general, they symbolize an open heart, strong bonds of love, and positivity. All of which suit Helia who wears her heart on her sleeve and loves so many people. White ones denote a happy disposition, fitting Helia's personality. Purple ones are specifically for first love; while Nozel isn't Helia's first love, she would be his. Pink are for fickleness, unpredictability in a way, and Helia is the type to flit about. Blue ones are for dignity and grace, things which Helia has little of put picks up as time goes on.

3. What real life animal would they be represented by? This is going to sound a little strange at first but I think elephants are a good animal for Helia. Elephants live in matriarchal groups so they are associated with femininity. They're known for their strength and endurance. Helia isn't physically strong or resilient but her spirit is hard to break down, as she holds out hope for a very long time. Those ideas also apply to her having a lot of magic and healing powers. Elephants are loyal creatures too, they mourn their family who die, and Helia's bonds of loyalty are what save Selen and later herself from elf possession. There is a rough beauty to elephants and Helia as well. Elephants may be large and slow but they interact with each other and humans so gently. And Helia may be loud and wild, but her positivity is a thing of beauty which uplifts others.

4. What mythical creature would they be represented by? Helia would be represented by a pegasus. Horses on their own are known for their majesty and beauty, they're associated with heroism (knights riding in on their noble steed). They also symbolize freedom which is enhanced by the pegasus' wings, which let it traverse the sky as well as land. Helia is supposed to be quite beautiful so that's an easy match. In terms of majesty, Helia doesn't start with much but instead gains it as she trains and focuses her ideals and magic. And her helpful heart paired with her work as a Magic Knight makes her quite the hero. Finally, there's her free-spirited, almost untamable, nature that contrasts with Nozel's restricted discipline.

5. Which body part are they associated with? I would associate Helia with the chest. The chest is one part of the human torso, where we get most of our strength. While Helia isn't the core of the Black Bulls' strength, she's one of the members that contributes to the squad's emotional heart. She's open with her feelings and encourages others to do the same. She does her best to spread positivity to the others, much in the way the heart (within the chest) pumps blood throughout the body. The chest also brings to mind thoughts of intimacy, vulnerability. Imagine being held up by your parents or crying into the chest of a friend or partner. Helia's dynamic with Nozel involves him allowing himself to be vulnerable with her. Thus, Helia's connection with that part of the body.

6. Which of the four seasons best fits them? Summertime is Helia's season. Spring is when new life comes in but summer is when everything has fully bloomed and come to life. Helia herself is still needs to refine her abilities but she's past the stage of slowly budding and coming into herself. She's present and in full bloom. It's the brightest, hottest time of the year, giving it an association with intensity. And Helia herself is an intense person. Summer also brings to mind a long summer vacation of freedom, suitable for Helia's free spirit.

7. What time of day are they associated with? Helia's time of day is midday, when the sun is highest in the sky. At this point in the day, most people are wide awake and going about their business. Helia likes to be out and about in busy streets, seeing what people are up to. And midday seems like the perfect time for that.

8. Which of the seven heavenly virtues are they associated with? Do they embody that virtue or are they trying to learn it? Patience is Helia's virtue. She endured several trials and tribulations, from her family's lifestyle changing to missing her brother for several years. But she's managed to come back every time with a smile on her face. As a healer, she is merciful. She forgives Selen for lowkey abandoning the family and for hurting the Black Bulls while possessed. She is also patient with Nozel and his trouble with affection and forgives him whenever he fumbles. And Nozel will struggle a lot when it comes to being a better brother and being more open with romance. It's a virtue not just about waiting but about being steadfast, which Helia is almost an expert in.

9. Which of the seven deadly sins are they associated with? Is it a negative trait of theirs or something they actively struggle with? Lust, in a somewhat loose sense, is the sin that Helia struggles with. While not highly sexual, Helia's affections are flighty (before she falls hard for Nozel) and she tends to flirt with lots of people. She just thinks everyone has something worth complimenting and can't keep her thoughts to herself. But because Helia is showing an attraction to and giving attention to everyone makes any serious affection she holds for someone hard to believe. It's not malicious but Helia struggles with restraining herself, with stopping herself from keeping her heart focused.

10. Are they closer to life or death? Helia is much closer to life. She is a healer and one of her bigger moments is during the Royal Knights Exam. Finral is a dear friend and so rushes to heal him before even Owen reaches him. She sees the way the others come to Finral’s protection and so she has him in her arm. Her then current spells (Healing Verdure, Rejuvenating Shining Throne, and Orchard of the Golden Ones) are too weak to heal the damage down to Finral and so her grimoire manifests Grove of the Summer Court, a healing heaven wherein Finral’s condition is stabilized and his wounds begin to heal.

She’s also closer to life because of her positivity. She always believed Selen to be alive. And she never lets herself fear losing her loved ones. The way she sees it, life isn’t just a struggle against death or an inevitable march towards it. Life is all around and is meant to be enjoyed, it’s meant to last. She acknowledges death but she’s firm in her hopes that life will always overcome.

11. Land, sea, or sky? Of the realms of the world, which one does the character belong to? The sky is where Helia belongs, strangely enough. She is free like the wind. Her heart cannot be tied down to any one place (except for her romantic affections 🥰). And just like the sky, Helia is boundless is many ways. Her magic is deep, her hopes are unceasing, and her potential for growth (magically and internally) has no end either. While Helia does love the feeling of dirt under her feet as she runs or water flowing over her body as she swims, she feels the greatest amount of peace when the wind is in her hair.

12. Are they the sun, moon, stars or something else in space? Helia is most definitely the sun! She shines and is often welcomed by others, much like how people like the greet the day. She fills people with warmth like the sun does when people sun bathe. Also, like the sun, Helia has a bit of prominence over her siblings as the eldest child. She isn’t very good at responsibilities or expectations though (she’s a ditz after all). But still, she manages to draw people’s eyes and even when she’s overwhelming (like the sun on a summer day) no one can deny her beauty and radiant personality.

13. Instead of your standard four elements, consider what kind of metal represents your character. Usually, I wouldn't associate Helia with metal because to me, plant and metal are opposing elements. But in this case, I would say Helia's symbolic metal is brass. Brass is a loud metal, think brass instruments in a band. Helia is bold and energetic like a brass band. Brass, like Tv Tropes said, is also associated with cheapness. Helia isn’t cheap but she lacks refinement. She can flirt obnoxiously, get in someone’s face when she’s excited, and her airheaded moments can come at the worst of time. Brass can shine and it can be used to make beautiful things, just like Helia. It just takes knowing how to use it right.

14. Regardless of whether or not they wield any, what kind of weapon do you associate them with? The weapon I think of when I think of Helia is a club. Clubs are simple and blunt, maybe a little clumsy seeming. Helia’s best trait is how straightforward she can be, mostly because she’s not very good at subtlety or technical things. But clubs are still very effective weapons and can be used in the wrong way. Helia learns to be more refrained in what she says and how she says it. She learns to read between the lines and see past people’s facades, to understand why they have facades. She’ll never be able to bring herself to be that complex, like a club will never be something like a bow, but she learns how to harness her simpleness to be someone who anyone can open up to.

15. Pick an article of clothing to represent them. What does it mean? I associate Helia with skirts. They can be long, flowing, and feminine. Helia’s as girly as they come, even when she’s caked in mud. She has some classy abilities like dance and playing the lyre. But skirts can also be short, playful, and sporty. She likes to have a good time and let herself be wild. Skirts can feel restrictive but I’ve also seen girls do splits in loose skirts. Skirts have a duality which Helia has to learn to strike a balance between. She should still have her freedom while still becoming more disciplined.

16. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, and anything between. What kind of dish are they? Helia would definitely be best represented by lunch. When I think of social meals, I think of lunch. Picnics and barbecues are social events and I've usually experienced them as a lunch-time event. Also, so many times have I been invited out to lunch. Lunch is also a heartier meal, like dinner. Social and hearty are two words that definitely suit Helia. Thus, where I get the association from.

17. What instrument would be used in their leitmotif? Because Helia is able to play the instrument, her leitmotif would include a harp. It would stand in contrast to her personality but for her, her musical motif is about her potential. She has a gentle heart, like the gentle sound of a harp. And she learns technique and refinement of her magic skills and behavior.

18. Which card would they be from the major arcana of tarot cards? The Sun is the major arcana that Helia is associated with.

Upright, The Sun represents positivity, fun, warmth, success, and vitality. It's all practically a perfect match for Helia. She's an optimistic, fun-loving, and kind-hearted woman. Vitality? That's about her liveliness and her healing magic, of course! And success? She was born in a noble family, her family got stripped of their status, and they eventually get it back through Helia and Selen's work as Magic Knights. Also Helia marrying into the royal family is a big win!/lh

When reversed, the card represents one's inner child, feeling down, overly optimistic. Helia is hopeful to a fault. She believes even when there's not much proof that things will turn out for the best. There are times when she does feel down, though. After Asta's arms are broken and cursed at the Undersea Temple, she tries with all her might to heal Asta but her magic is insufficient and she despairs. And that inner child, Helia does want to come across as mature and in control, but she has the awe for the world the way a child does. And with Nozel, she encourages him to be vulnerable as a child again after years of having to be strong.

19. Which of the four temperaments are they? Definitely sanguine, through and through! She's people-oriented, energetic, and open. She's got many of the strengths and weaknesses of the sanguine temperament. She forgives easily and supportive of her loved ones, which are great. But her lack of discipline and her gullibility can't be denied. She's even got the blond hair and lovestruck dere type attributed to being sanguine.

20. What word/phrase is central to their character? “I will be there for you.”

Helia wants to help people. But she's flighty and gets distracted easily. Committing and being a dependable, stable aid is something she needs to get better at. It starts by being a training partner with Noelle because they both have magic control troubles. Then she refuses to let Selen, possessed by Vetto, lose himself and isn't scared away even when her life is being threatened. She bonds with Nozel and becomes someone he can open up to. And it's not just Helia who needs to be there for others. Nozel attempts to reach out to her when she's possessed, showing that he wants to be there for her. But in that moment, it doesn't work out. Selen manages to talk Helia to her senses though, letting him save her the way she saved him. Above learning self-discipline, Helia's arc is about loyalty and dependability.

#questions from the ask box #ask game #helia nymvire #black clover oc #black clover #soda's ocs #camy the chaos queen

[agent4justice]

Kingdom of Love - Procurement of Transportation by Kawkaw Blas

For Executive Limousine Service

Maybach 600 Black (5 Units) Mercedes 600 Black (5 Units) Bentley Extended Black (5 Units) Toyota Camry Black (5)

Luxury SUV Vehicle Service

Toyota land Cruiser Black (5 Units) Nissan Patrol SUV Black (5 Units) Toyota Avanza White (5 units)

Regular Bantam Car Vehicle Service

Toyota Vios White (10 Units) Suzuki Celerio (10 Units) Suzuki Jinmy 4X4 (3 Units) 50 Electric Bikes 20 Motor Bikes

On & Off Pickup Truck Service

Toyota Hilux White (5 Units) Nissan Navara ProX White (5 Units) Mitsubishi Strada AT White (5 Units)

Regular SUV Vehicle Service

Nissan Terra SUV Gray (5 units) Toyota Fortuner Gray (5 Units)

Delivery Closed Passenger / Cargo Van

Nissan Urvan Van closed van White (No back seats) (5 units) Hino PUV White Euro4 (10 Units)

Light | Heavy Cargo Truck

Hino Trucks 500 Series White (5 Units) Hino Refigerated Van ( 2 units ) Tow Truck (1) Volvo Sustainable Energy Bus (5) Volvo Electric Prime Mover with 20 Footer Container Van 2024 Isuzu Fire Truck 5000 Liters minimum with powerjet pump (3) Garbage Truck with Street Sweeper/Vaccum (2 units) Garbage Truck (2 units) Riding Lawn Mowers (4) 2024 Isuzu Water Truck (2)Passenger Plane | Lear Jet | Helicopters

Airbus A380 Airbus A340 Honda Jet (6 Seater) (2 Units) Helicopter (6 seater) (2 Units) Airbus Saving Lives helicopter (1) Airbus Civil Helicopter (2)

Sea Vessels

Luxury Liner Ritz-Carlton Yatch Ferry Boat Speed Boats (4) Jet Skis (6) Submersible Marine Biologist Boat

KawKaw Personal Vehicle

Toyota Corolla Crossover Porsche 911 Turbo Nissan Godzilla Black Red Skirt Audi RJ10 Orange Bentley Roadster Maybach Roadster Rolls Royce Roadster BMW Roadster

Honda Goldwing Mitsubishi Strada AT with Techtroniks Range Rover SUV Ford Territory AT Titanium

Wildlife & Sanctuary

30 Thoroughbred Arabian Horse 200 Deers Bird Sanctuary Aviary Sea World

[tashabilities]

I told my fee to the Black woman asking vo questions.

She had asked for a link and I told her it's not on my site,

Because maybe one person per year comes to me asking questions.

So I offer it, but don't advertise it.

But this woman bought a $50 gaming mic and really thought she was fenna do something.

Baby, if you don't know how to work a DAW, you're putting the cart before the horse.

First of all, what even IS a DAW?

Exactly.

Me telling you that my first mic was an AT4040 and my current mic is a Neumann TLM 103 ain't gon amount to a hill of damn beans for you 'getting into voiceover' if you can't work a DAW and don't even know what one is.

You can go buy either of those mics today but how you gon record yourself?

She said she learned about that gaming mic from some checklist she researched, and I said who what and where?

Who tf told you to buy a video game mic for voiceover?

She said she couldn't find the checklist and that's when I was like nah, pay me, cause now i know you lying.

She wanted me to tell her about who's trustworthy and teaching classes, but I'm the only trustworthy person I know.

Everybody else is gon charge you more money than me AND barely give you shit to get started.

I gave a white bitch a chunk of money for an 8 week audiobook class,

And I have the exact same knowledge now as before I took the class,

Because bitches "teach classes" for income because they not BOOKING.

That white woman also felt some kinda way about me, but that's another post.

Soooo you hesitate at paying MY fee because you thought you was gon pump me for free info

When we not friends,

You POST the shit you do with your friends and I'm not in none of it,

You don't call me, but you've had my number for weeks, like,

We have voice note convos over DM because you DON'T call me or really wanna be friends.

In fact, you only followed me back AFTER you found out what I do for a living!!

I'm 18 years in the game and can set you straight but pay my fee just like you'd have no problem paying whatever "trustworthy" white person I sent you to.

I'm autistic with a big heart and i long for friendship, so I have a history of being taken advantage of,

But I'm tired of giving mfs life changing, course correcting game and not getting money for my expertise or even FRIENDSHIP out the deal AFTER they pump me dry,

Pay me!

I told her that if you ask 10 of my colleagues how they got started in the business,

You're going to get 10 different answers and skill sets because some of us came from radio and learned how to work a DAW at a radio station,

And then, there's different specialties like,

Some of us do just animation

Some of us do primarily audiobooks

I do primarily commercial with a sprinkle of long form narration and promo like,

What area of your living space will you be recording in and are your walls treated?

Since they put that fuckass laundry room directly behind my mic

I need panels now

The moving blankets ain't cutting it no more with this high powered mic I got

Do you at least have moving blankets up to cut back on the reflection of the room on your mic?

People offend the fuck outta me.

[manalitrippackages]

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[ofthepuzzle]

@txmefxll​ said: He knows he's no longer home, maybe that was best. He was alone at home, he knew what to expect everyday, the future was safe but still the Crimson Dragon clung to him. Like it just didn't want to depart from him. Now as the scorching heat descends on him, the fading adrenaline pumping through his veins and allowing him to take in his surroundings. One moment he'd been standing, prepared to try and find something new. Now he was somewhere new, entirely new, he could tell just from his location that he wasn't in his era anymore. Squinting to keep sand from getting in his eyes from the blowing wind that rushes past, sand as far as the eye can see as he walks forward. He can barely make out what looks like civilization ahead, but it didn't seem like anything he'd ever seen, it was hard to make it out from all the sand blowing up with the winds. It was going to get in his boots and his gloves at this rate, though he could imagine worse. Still casting his gaze skyward as he can see the flickering remnants of the red dragon fading, clearly more discreet but anyone probably nearby might have seen it so he has to move. Prompting him to set a more quickened pace, traversing across sand isn't easy but he's walked more treacherous terrain than this, even if sometimes he almost slid the one of the dunes. He doesn't know how long it takes him but eventually standing atop a dune and able to get a better glimpse. Hands fly up above his head in an exasperated manner, dropping just as abruptly as he raises his voice barely above normally talking. "Why the heck did you send me to Egypt?!"

       Horses are at gallop with explosive energy, leaving hoof prints in the golden sand in the open world beneath the scorching sun. There’s no rest for the new King of Egypt when an enemy is currently lurking in the outskirts of the village and within. The Pharaoh and his guards are heading back to the palace on horseback. Thoughout all the time Atem is thinking about one and only thing. Where is he? That foe of his. He’s scheming up something. And Atem won’t rest until he gets to the bottom of it.

       From the corner of his eye, he sees a silhouette in the distance. It’s as though he heard yelling but he could as well just be hallucinating from all this stress. That is until he hears someone from behind pointing out the person in the distance. Atem tugs on the reins of his white horse, Neferu, to slow him down and redirect him. He almost couldn’t believe that the individual he’s seeing is real. The way he looks, the clothes he’s wearing. Where is he from…? He is not from this world. Did the Gods send him here? The pharaoh is beginning to speculate all kinds of things. And it’s like he’s almost forgotten his trail of thought previously. An enemy on the loose is one thing. But a distinctive looking figure is totally new. And it appears they are really close to the person now to the point that he might see them. There’s no turning back.

       Atem turns to Mahad and it’s as though they can understand each other just by exchanging glances. Mahad wants them to be careful as they don’t know what they’re up against. The best way to approach is peacefully. Hooves kick the sand as the steed comes in close proximity.

       He is observing the man from head to toe. That yellow mark on his face, the unique style of his hair, and the even more otherworldly get-up he’s wearing. Eventually, Atem’s magenta gaze fixates on his royal irises. The golden rays are flaring with warmth and reflecting in Atem's golden crown. Dark violet cape moves to and fro with regal elegance as speckles of sand are carried through the breeze. “ii ti m Htp/ēē ti em hotep.” (Welcome in peace.) Atem voices, almost sure that the other person would understand him.  The guards then begin to surround the king in a circle to ensure he is shielded from all ends. For all the pharaoh knows, this could still be an illusion. But his guards, including Mahad, seem to share the same reaction. Atem is tempted to get off his horse, however, Mahad gestures to him to stay put for the best for now. The priest is right. As much as Atem is intrigued by the supposed newcomer, he has a feeling that his soul transcends time. And there could more than what meets the eye.

#— 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓁 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 (ic) #— ask replies.// #VERSE: ANCIENT EGYPT.// #aaand here we go! #decided that Atem won't recognize him since this is the past-- #BUT as time goes on they can magically be able to understand each other and we'll take it from there

[martinedjohn]

The Damned Dance at Night Part 2

PART I

TUESDAY

SEPTEMBER 1997

Chapter One: Joe’s Mixtape

How Bizarre – OMC

Joseph James regarded the pale blue sky while he ran his feet through the grass. He put his hands in the air and admired the coat of cobalt-blue polish on his nails with the paler background. They looked lovely.

It was the first day of school, but he didn’t care because he didn’t attend school; he was on his lunch break. He ate a piece of jerky and wished it were dried moose meat. It made him miss his Atsoo. She was soft and round, and she chewed tobacco and beaded moccasins. She had paid his way off the Rez.

His earbuds blasted Push It by Salt N Peppa. The drum machine hit hard, always on time, but the song pulsed with life.

He went over his plan one more time: work, save up money, leave the West Coast, fly out to New York and become a hairdresser. He planned to make the world more beautiful, one person at a time, starting with himself. The city had movie stars, musicians, artists, and professional basketball players. If everything went according to plan, he would have saved enough in a year to move out of his basement apartment and into a basement apartment in the city.

His lunch hour stretched out, and a fresh cool breeze blew across his shaved head. He clipped the one guard up the side to where his head rounded and then a two on top.

He daydreamed that he would work at the most beautiful salon and have designer clothes and shoes and a haircut other than what he’d done himself with a clipper.  THE Madonna would phone, “Listen, Joseph,” she would say, “my regular hairdresser has come down with rheumatoid arthritis. I need your services. My roots are out of control, and my ends are a tragedy. Please! I need you.”

“Madonna, I’m busy,” he would say, “with Janet Jackson. I might be able to fit you in. But -- I’m so busy.”

“Name your price,” Madonna would say, “You’re the BEST.”

“A cool half million,” he would reply, “But you have to tell me the deets on Tupac and Dennis.”

“And Jean-Michel,” she would say, and Madonna would become his best friend.

He succumbed to the cushion of grass and looked up at the clouds. He picked out soft shapes and named them ‘dog-faced horse’ and ‘venomous spider monkey.’ There was a dreamlike quality to today, and it made Joseph feel beautiful.

Me against the World started playing. Pac was a poet. His anger felt real, and the third verse was incredible.

He knew it wouldn’t be easy. No one was coming to save him; he had to save himself—just him against the world.

His thoughts drifted to basketball. There was a game tonight. He watched every Chicago Bulls game. He loved Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen, and especially Dennis Rodman. Dennis was the hardest-working player and always had the most fantastic hair (pink, purple, leopard print). Dennis had tattoos and piercings and was the first man he had ever seen in a wedding dress. He looked so beautiful in that dress.

Joseph was a solid baller himself. He was quick, wiry, and just as likely to steal the ball from you as pump-fake you into the air. He was the type of guard you wanted on your team: he could shoot the three-ball, pass into tight traffic, and be a fierce defender. More specifically, His defense was maddening to those he played against. He bodied you hard from half-court and made you pay for every step. He made your life miserable on the court. He knocked you just enough if a ref was watching, and if you were playing Rez ball, he hacked at your arms until you couldn’t hold the ball properly. He worked a lot, but he still shot around at one of the nearby schools when he had the time.

He struggled to rise from the comfortable lawn and returned to the restaurant. His manager greeted him with a cold smile that drained his confidence. It was frowned on that he’d left the restaurant to eat his lunch outside. White people: they were always watching you. He put his apron on and headed into the bustling kitchen. He was looking forward to finishing work. He had promised himself a present, the mall had a two-for-one special on piercings, and he planned on taking advantage of it.

Chapter Two: Sam’s Mixtape

Basket Case – Green Dayhttps://open.spotify.com/embed/track/6L89mwZXSOwYl76YXfX13s

1997 was the worst year, and Sam Graves had decided to end it; he was going to kill himself on Friday night. Punk and comics weren’t working as diversions anymore; all he could think about was death.

Green Day’s Dookie played on his yellow Walkman. It clicked and whirred annoyingly as it played. Its chassis was made of bright canary yellow industrial-strength plastic scarred from carelessness. He carried it with him everywhere.

Tapes were cheaper than CDs, but he wanted a Discman. All the cool kids had them, but he didn’t classify himself as cool; he felt like everyone overlooked him. He stuffed his Walkman further into the bottom of his jacket pocket, pushing his fists into the denim, hoping no one could see how poor he was. 

Welcome to Paradise’s solo kicked in, and his stride quickened to the bass drum. He was halfway to school. It was the first day of his senior year, and he had just turned seventeen. He hardly remembered the party. There was a montage of cake and presents in his head, muddied by his depression.

When I Come Around started playing as he stopped to look at his High School across the street. He noticed most kids had all-new clothes, shoes, and backpacks and looked down at his outfit, feeling embarrassed. He had picked up used Levi’s that were too big for him, a second-hand Rolling Stones tongue-logo shirt and an old black jean jacket that he tie-dyed himself.

He felt poor and stupid. He didn’t want to be here. He turned up his music, put his head down and walked forward.

Chapter Three: Kim’s Mixtape

Energy Flash – Joey Bertram

Kim stopped at the fridge to grab a beer on her way out of the house. It was the first day of school after a fantastic summer. She slipped on her pink gumboots, popped the top off her Budweiser with the flick of a wrist, and bounded out the front door.

The first school day was always disappointing, and she planned on ditching. Kim walked down her driveway, taking small sips of her beer and scheming. She stopped, took a slug of beer, and admired her two-door 1986 AMC Eagle 4x4, a blocky black vehicle that resembled a tank more than a car.  She drove it over everything. She took it everywhere, off-road down thin trails to beaches, over meridians in the center of the road; whatever she threw at the Eagle, it took and kept going.

Kim took her last sip of beer and poured the rest on the front lawn before entering the Eagle and firing the bottle into the backseat. She turned the engine over, felt it ‘BRRMMMM’ to life underneath her, and surveyed the road.

She barreled along the roads to the school, following Sarah’s route. Sarah was her best friend. She enjoyed walking -- said it was an excellent way to clear her chakras and invigorate her mind.

Kim liked driving. Peasants walked.

She placed her hand on the black onyx necklace Sarah had gifted her. It protected her from negative energy and made her patient and determined. She wasn’t sure about the patience piece, but she felt more determined with the necklace. She felt optimistic about her senior year.

She noticed someone walking down the sidewalk. What was his name? He strutted with his headphones on and looked rugged and handsome with tousled auburn hair and jeans worn out in the ass and knees. He looked like he never straightened his shoulders because he wanted to appear smaller. His jaw looked chiseled, but not from working out, more like from grinding his teeth together. Was his name Nick? Didn’t he use to be a soccer player or something? He was mysterious. Did he hang out with the skids or the nerds now?

She arrived at school and noticed Sarah in the gravel parking lot, chatting with one of the Goths. She drove over to her and turned up her music. The stereo flooded the parking lot with Mental Cube’s Q. She skidded to a stop, spraying gravel, and Sarah turned around with a smile. Kim jumped out, leaving the car running and the stereo blaring. Sarah’s face went bright red, but she smiled and danced along.

“Who’s this hot boy?” she said, “Too hot to stay at school today.” She ushered Sarah to her car. “We need beers and bikinis and a beach.”

Sarah pulled away, pondering the right course of action, and then piled into the passenger seat, “Okay,” she said, “but get us out of here before someone sees us.” Kim got into the driver’s seat, hit the gas, and nearly ran into ‘Nick.’

“Hey, you!” Kim shouted, “What’s your name? Nick?”

“No,” he said quietly, “My name is Sam.”

“What are you doing today?”

“Nothing,” he said, staring at his feet.

“Well, how about you hop in with some babes, and we go to the beach?” She looked at Sarah for verification, and she shrugged.

“Well, I don’t….” 

She grinned at him, “Last chance.”

“Sure,” he stammered, and Sarah got out and let him climb into the back of the car. His face was flushed red from excitement.

Kim snickered to herself and hit the gas.

Chapter Four: Sam’s Mixtape

Until It Sleeps - Metallicahttps://open.spotify.com/embed/track/63aVbch5VRXtQnCITdeDTZ

Sam stood in the back of the CD store, browsing the metal section to put space between himself and his schoolmates.

“Whatcha looking at?” Kim surprised him, looking over his shoulder at the CD he held. She plunked her chin on his shoulder, grinning from ear to ear. Sam felt her breasts on his back, and his breath quickened. Her energy was frenetic, haphazard, chaotic, and provocative. It was hard to break away once you got sucked into her gravity field. She was incredibly charismatic.

“Metallica.”

“Oh yeah. Those guys used to be cool. Back when they had long hair. They sold out and cut it off.” Kim picked up the album Load. “I heard they mixed all their blood and semen for the cover image. You might get AIDS from the album.”

She rubbed the album on him. He backed away, and the album clattered to the floor. Kim laughed at him as he bent to pick it up, “You can’t get AIDS from just touching something,” she changed topics, “What do you want to do? We’ll buy some hot bikinis and then head to the river. We could bring a picnic. Go grab a couple of beers.”

Sam’s heart leaped into his throat. Beer? He didn’t drink.

“That sounds great,” he heard himself say, and he immediately regretted it. Sam’s heart pounded in his chest.

“And I’ve got magic mushrooms at my place that I’ve been saving for a special occasion. We should get those too.”

Sam looked down at his feet. He sighed and looked back up at Kim’s beaming face.

“It’ll be great. Trust me,” she said, “I might even let you listen to Metallica in the car.”

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