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temis-de-leon · 3 months

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Pick me girls and OM! Brothers - Part 1

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon and Levi (x reader, separately)

Part 2 - Satan, Asmo, Beel and Belphie (x reader, separately)

Part 3 - Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon (x reader, separately)

Masterlist

CW: pick me girl behavior, suggestive, mentions of sex between the brothers and mc, mentions of violence, a bit of magic, mentions of cheating (not actual cheating), mammon and mc taking a shower together, jealous mc, some fluff, some hurt, some comfort, kinda ooc but i had so much fun with this

Lucifer

Wherever you went, rumor followed. Haven't you heard? The mighty Lord of Pride has a significant other. Who could it be? Maybe the prince or his butler? Both of them? Or perhaps it was just some random demon? Surely not the human... right?

"Of course not!" said the witch, surrounded by both curious and jealous nobles.

You weren't in the balcony, but you could still hear the conversation in your spot near the open door. You could also hear the gasps and the murmurs. It was ridiculous.

What to do next? You could interrupt the gossip and make your relationship public; after all, it was only a matter of time before someone spotted you both in Ristorante Six or an empty hallway in RAD.

Ignoring them was the better option, however. No words sounded aggressive and yet polite enough to get the witch to shut up without making a scene. Plus, Lucifer was looking exquisitely fine that night. His wings did wonders to his appearance.

"Then who?" the voices asked while you walked away towards your boyfriend.

"Well, I wasn't supposed to say anything..."

Oh no she did not.

"But we're just so in love"

I'll be damned, you thought. She did.

The wrath you felt was primal and it provoked a worried glance from Satan, who was chatting with one of his many contacts in the other side of the ballroom.

You wanted to make an entrance, a dramatic one, but you could only watch as the witch talked and talked about her supposed first date with Lucifer, their first kiss, their first time, his performance in bed (which... No. She was so wrong about that one).

Finally, you opened your mouth.

"You don't say?"

But that wasn't your voice.

Beside you stood Lucifer in all his glory, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes and a hand hugging your waist. The floor trembled under your feet as he walked and, if it wasn't for his tight grip, the magic induced vertigo would've send you to the ground.

You could tell he was trying not to harm you too much, but the group in the balcony wasn't so lucky. All of them were on their knees and some even coughing blood.

"Do tell all your stories tonight, by dawn you'll have no tongue to keep lying"

The witch had tears in her eyes, too focused on her own pain to be aware of her surroundings or his words. Was he being serious? You wanted to ask what would really happen to that woman, but Lucifer was always two steps ahead.

He cradled your face and kissed you, slowly yet firm. His cold skin felt good against yours, already blushing under his half lidded eyes.

"Dance with me?" he asked, caressing your bottom lip with his thumb.

Damn, did he know how to distract you.

Mammon

"You're dating the Great Mammon!" he'd said with his characteristic smile, both of you eating ramen in your bed while watching bad romcoms "That's something to be stoked about! You need to tell everyone about it!"

Of course, that translated to: please, please, please, I need people to know that I bagged YOU and YOU chose ME.

So, there you were, chatting with his makeup stylist and some other models while he posed in front of the camera. It was better than you expected, actually. You thought the fashion world in the Devildom would be full of self righteous assholes and insufferable divas, but you couldn't be more wrong.

Well, of course, there's always an exception.

There was a demoness in the other side of the studio, taking selfies with a pout in her lips and a fake, nauseating, innocence in her expression. She looked toxic from a mile away.

And yet, your boyfriend dated her for three months; three long and excruciating months, yes, but still. They'd dated.

And you were cool with that. So so cool with that. You were chill. A freezer, even. You loved Mammon and everyone and their mother could tell Mammon loved you. Everything was fine.

Except... well...

It was easy to forget the brothers were famous and popular bachelors, princes of hell, that, just like in every human monarchy, had fans to spare. People that would support them no matter what they did and no matter who they dated and people that would hate everyone they dated because... You don't really know why.

You just had some haters.

And this bitch was taking advantage of this, you knew it in your heart.

Rumors of Mammon cheating on you with one of his model coworkers had been there since the beginning of your relationship. It was something you just had to live with, one of the reasons the Avatar of Greed doted on you with everything he had.

Mammon loved you.

So why did you panick so much when he stood up in the underwear he was advertising, getting ready for the next picture, and the demoness took a selfie of her lips with his half naked body behind her?

"That whore" whispered another model behind you. You liked them.

But it was okay, you didn't mind. No, really. You didn't.

Except you did.

And so did Mammon.

"Oi!"

Everyone looked at him and you could swear his demon form was starting to show, blending with his siluette in blurred edges.

"Delete that"

She could've laughed at him, like everyone tended to do. She could've ignored him and tempt fate, but it was not a wise idea.

There was static in the air, black mist barely clouding your vision and a faint voice whispering in the back of your brain. The sound of feathers filled the room and soon crows started to surround the studio outside the window.

After a couple of sickening minutes, a loud pop settled the place back to normal and caused the birds to fly away.

The demoness gasped, letting her DDD fall to the ground like it burned her. Looking at her smoking hands, it probably did.

After that, everyone acted like nothing happened. You, however? Your whole body was buzzing, leaving you paralyzed with feelings you needed to explore in the future and making Mammon look at you with a knowing smile.

"...sick of those rumors..." he'd say hours later while he washed your hair in the shower "and you dumbass humans believe everything you see, even if it's stupid"

He'd wait until you were both in bed, ruminating about every little thing that happened back there before talking again.

"Because it's stupid, you know? I'd never cheat on ya. The Great Mammon would never do that to you. I mean, I'd never to that anyway, but specially not to you. Keep that in mind, human! You catched the best demon of all hell! Lucky you!"

Lucky me, he wanted to say instead.

You understood him anyways.

Leviathan

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu sent you a message!

You stared at the screen and the screen stared back at you.

Reading the user name physically hurt you and you'd lie if you said you weren't worried about it. Did you trust Levi? Yes, absolutely. Did you trust f3istyk1ttenuwu? Not really, no.

So (this time voluntarily), you opened the gates of hell.

It was the Devildom version of Discord, which was worrying enough, and the user's pfp showed a cute pinked hair girl with dainty horns and half of her boobs out.

With a frown and your heartbeat in your throat, you opened the chatroom.

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: r u lone?

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: did ur frend leef?

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: their a party pooper

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: didnt let u join the grp

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: :(

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: leviachsn?

Oh, heeeeell no.

First of all, it was leviachAn. Second, YOU were the only one who could call him THAT.

Ignoring the voice of reason, you checked the door before investigating the previous messages. Levi was in your room, retrieving your nightwear as punishment for not letting you win in Devil Kart YET AGAIN, so, knowing how flustered he got everytime he saw you in the Ruri Chan's inspired piyamas he got you for your birthday, you were sure you had another couple of minutes alone in his room.

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: thx 4 sving me !!

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: we shld team more

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: were zo good 2gether

wEre Zo gOoD 2gETheR

You couldn't help but mock her in the privacy of your mind. Did she think writing like a 10 year old was attractive? If so, what the fuck?

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: call? brke my pc & cn't fix it alone \(-o-)/

"Call a fucking tech" you whispered to yourself.

"Henry?"

Fuck.

You turned around like a deer in headlights. Levi's cheeks still wore a furious red, but he remained quiet at the door when he saw you snooping through his private conversations.

Fuck it, you thought after some uncomfortable seconds. If someone could understand jealousy, it would be him.

"Who's this girl?"

Levi frowned and got closer to you, leaning over your shoulder to see his computer, probably giving you the closeness he'd crave if he was in your place.

"Oh, I don't know" his final answer disappointed you "Some girl the others wanted in the party"

But why was she talking to him like that?

"And why is she talking to you like that?"

He shrugged his shoulders, knowing that both of you knew the answer. Then, he straightened like he had an epiphany, and looked at you with shining eyes and a smile too big for his face.

"Are you jealous, MC?"

Levi jumped in happiness before you could say anything, unable to truly express how happy he was upon his sin affecting you.

"My Henry is jealous!! Because of a yucky disgusting otaku like me!! This reminds me of that anime: 'Help?! My crush snooped through my pc and now they're jealous because someone else is flirting with me??'"

It was obvious by now you had nothing to worry about, so you let him be. You let him appreciate how much you loved him.

In the end, you had to shower his face in kisses to shut him up and, for great measure, you also changed into that extra large Ruri Chan t-shirt in front of him.

Hours later, both of you were sweating in the comfort of his bathtub and Levi was completely sure you fell asleep.

And if you saw how he offered himself to fix this girl's computer only to hack her camera and post her real face all around the internet, no you didn't.

Tagging them lovely people: @hello-gloomy @the-sassiest-toaster @hero-nii-blog @yourlocalyin

Hope you like it!

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 5 months

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Rollo at the Writing Desk Masterlist

This is a collection of interactions written for the Rollo at the Writing Desk blog event held in October of 2023. Intro story: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Reader Interactions

"How much sleep do you get? You look like you could use more."

“I would love to hear you play handbells.”

Ghost delivering a gift basket from Yuu

Meeting your sleepy pet cat (not Grim, but a literal pet cat)

"I keep dreaming about you giving me a bowl cut. Please stop."

"Have some grapes! By the way, why don't you like savarin?"

**LOUDLY AND AGGRESSIVELY READS ABOUT THE MALLEUS IN THE MIDDLE EAR**

"Let's play with some alphabet blocks! I'll start: F is for Friends who do stuff together..."

"Oops, I think I set the kitchen on fire while trying to cook ramen."

*stares at Rollo with big, wet eyes*

"Have you ever tried Rolo chocolates before?"

"Have a handkerchief and a hug!"

“You’re going to get wrinkles if you keep scowling like that.”

"Remember to be respectful and civil."

"What would you do if you met the Righteous Judge in person?"

"Rollo, please give me advice on how to approach my crush!"

"What are your thoughts on children?"

*annoys him by purposefully shoving a mic in his face* "Please tell us about your NRC experience!"

NRC Student Interactions

Watching the Equestrian Club practice

Encountering Leona

Rook wants to see Rollo’s smile

Rollo meeting Ortho for the first time

Confiscating manga from Idia

"What a shame that you have chosen to not take Crewel-sams's Alchemy course."

"FLAMME, DROP AND GIVE ME 50!!"

Interactions with the Dorms

Heartslabyul welcomes Rollo

Savanaclaw welcomes Rollo

Octavinelle welcomes Rollo

Scarabia welcomes Rollo

Pomefiore welcomes Rollo

Ignihyde welcomes Rollo

Diasomnia welcomes Rollo

Headcanons

Tsum!Rollo headcanons

Catboy!Rollo headcanons

Rollo as your best friend headcanons

Rollo vs Malleus for the Reader's affection headcanons

Interactions with Miss Raven

Raven is interested in his ring

They share a lunch

Raven reads Rollo a story

Rollo at the Writing Desk fan art

Closing story: Part 1 (lol, that's it)

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ceasarslegion · 1 year

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Alright I just watched a disastrous date go down at the restaurant I was in (woman getting the cold shoulder from the wait staff after asking if her date left while she was in the restroom) so now I gotta know your ramen story, pretty please ☕️ ☕️

LMAO???

Alright so uh, sit down for this one I guess.

Picture me a few months ago. It was still warm out, I was a bit lonely, I go on tinder. I end up striking up a nice conversation with someone who seemed very similar to me. Third culture kids have very unique lifestyles so when we find each other we tend to cling, especially when that person grew up in the same general area you did and came from the same general parent culture. This was what got us talking in the first place.

The guy seemed nice, okay? Articulate, funny, approachable, and easy to keep a conversation with (which is rarer than the diamond itself for the tinder population, who communicate so little it makes me wonder if I missed a telepathy patch somewhere). So I thought hey, why the hell not, right? Let's go to dinner.

I'm a really big meat-eater who can and has eaten everything from chicken hearts to beef tongue and I enjoyed both of them. My dad's side of the family are cattle ranchers in a province only known for two things: oil and beef. I grew up in the part of the middle east that consumes some form of spiced meat in every damn meal, snack, and candy. I was doomed from the start, bro. No part of me could even be vegetarian. I order my steak blue rare at the places that let me. I drink tall glasses of milk with every dinner. I buy family sizes of meat cuts at the grocery store for myself.

No word of a fucking lie, my mom kept this baby book writing down milestones and personality quirks with me, and under the section that says "my favourite food is..." it just says "MEAT: ALL" underlined 3 times. I was meant to be some kind of obligate carnivore but god decided to curse me for my hubris by placing my soul in the body of an omnivorous ape.

Anyway. I suggest ramen for dinner because it's a good crowd pleaser thats really hard to fuck up for a first date. I mean, who doesn't like noodle soups? I usually order it with pork belly, but I was really craving beef that night so I ordered beef ramen with extra beef and a fried egg on top with a cup of green tea

Apparently, this was an issue.

I thank the waiter and he heads off with our orders. I am greeted by a facial expression i can only describe as "moral fury disguised as vague disappointment."

I immediately start getting an earful about how disgusting it is to eat animal flesh and how I should be ashamed of myself for promoting "speciesism" while calling myself an anti-racist. "Speciesism" was a term I have never heard before that day, and I still think it's fucking stupid to compare eating meat to full-blown racism.

I start pointing out that I have no issue with how he decides to eat, but it's a massive overstep of personal boundaries and a very presumptive and self-righteous move to act like he had any right to tell someone else how to eat. Plus, the shit he was spouting about livestock rearing and byproduct sourcing were straight up untrue and made up by PETA. Plus, I hate to break it to him, but cows are not humans. They aren't. They just aren't, and if he can't understand that then he shouldn't be taking care of them and he definitely shouldn't be acting like he should.

I am not the most held back individual when it comes to these things. I have a big blunt mouth and I don't have much of a concept of a filter. I acknowledge that about myself and try my hardest to only argue things i have immediate credible evidence for, because I know that I always come off as emotionally-charged because of my big blunt mouth. But oh, oh boy. Oh man did he not like that.

The argument keeps escalating and escalating until our food gets served. He decides to make a very exaggerated barf gesture at the beef and egg in my bowl. C'mon, bro. But you wanna be petty? Alright, I can be petty too. I looked him dead in the eye while I picked out chunks of only egg and beef with my chopsticks and ate it. I made constant comments on how good the meat was and how much I loved the texture and juiciness of it. He gave me a very charged silent treatment the whole time.

We mutually ghosted each other after that night.

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dragon-in-the-watery-bowl · 8 months

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Some more Danganronpa fankids, this time for the Mondo x Kiyotaka, Akane x Ayame and Makoto x Chihiro ships.

Information under the cut:

Name: Shuri Taira (平良朱莉). Age: 16. Parents: Akane Taira and Ayame Hatano. Gender: Male. (Possible) Ultimate Title: Ultimate Butler. Birthdate: October 13 (Libra). Height: 168 cm. Weight: 54 kg. Chest Size: 87 cm. Blood Type: A. Likes: Training, antiques. Dislikes: Being treated as a girl, abandonment.

In the world where the killing game of class 79 was stopped before anyone could die, Akane Taira and Ayame Hatano were able to rekindle their relationship after the former was revealed as a Despair, and have a kid together. Originally having been born as a girl called "Akari", Shuri's greatest wish is to be accepted as the boy he always was, something that is easier said than done in the post-apocalyptic world he was born to.

Having inherited both the dutifulness and social awkwardness of his moms, he prefers to show his care for others through actions rather than words, even though it makes it harder for him to get friends, because of thinking that he's not the sweetie that truly is.

Name: Junpei Ishimaru (石丸純平). Age: 13. Parents: Mondo Owada and Kiyotaka Ishimaru. Gender: Male. (Possible) Ultimate Title: Unknown. Birthdate: March 13 (Pisces). Height: 173 cm. Weight: 62 kg. Chest Size: 83 cm. Blood Type: AB. Likes: Studying, bikes. Dislikes: Hitting girls, broken promises.

In a world where the Tragedy never happened, and class 78 were able to have normal lives, Mondo Owada and Kiyotaka Ishimaru realized that they had fallen in love with each other and eventually had a kid together. Like Kiyotaka, he's mainly a studious and law-abiding guy that is motivated to do everything he does as a way to clean his family name after the scandals that his great-grandfather did ruined the Ishimaru family's reputation, but he also has Mondo's temper, unwillingness to hurt a woman, and need to keep the promises he makes, making him some kind of morally righteous delinquent, and a pretty popular student in his middle school, to his incredible discomfort.

Name: Momoka Naegi (苗木百花). Age: 14. Parents: Makoto Naegi and Chihiro Fujisaki. Gender: Female. (Possible) Ultimate Title: Ultimate Programmer. Birthdate: February 15 (Aquarius). Height: 160 cm. Weight: 54 kg. Chest Size: 82 cm. Blood Type: A. Likes: Ramen, programming. Dislikes: Tabletop games.

In one of the worlds where the Tragedy never happened, Makoto Naegi and Chihiro Fujisaki ended up having a kid together, to the surprise of everyone, including themselves. Having inherited her parents' kind nature, and Chihiro's talent with computer programs, she's usually a pretty timid girl, with the only way to make her open up being talking about the various programs that Chihiro created through their life, but, once you get her out of her she'll, she's a kind and loyal friend, who would do everything to help.

In the present time, she's showing an interest on writing computer programs, but she doesn't feels to be worthy of becoming a Ultimate in that field, unlike her parents, so she could get a surprise in 3 years from now...

#my art #Dangan Ronpa #danganronpa #trigger happy havoc #danganronpa fangame #dra #sdra2 #danganronpa another #super danganronpa another 2 #fankid #fanchild #danganronpa fankid #danganronpa fanchild #makoto naegi #chihiro fujisaki #mondo oowada #kiyotaka ishimaru #akane taira #ayame hatano

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mr-up-on-a-downer · 9 months

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one hour till I eat, maybe I’ll toss the fajita meat into some spicy ramen so I can shit myself something righteous later

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nrchostclub-official · 23 days

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hi hi hiiii~

Glad to finally get a chance to visit with friends, and make some new ones here!~

So. Let's get down to the important stuff. Is the tart still on the house? Regardless, I'll buy a Plate of Macaron's. Are we allowed to get 3 Colas, no Ramen...? All paid for by me, of course.

It's nice to get a chance to see you all in person. I brought some old ankle bracelets that I thought Roselind could use, and a box of generalized accessories I need to get rid of for everyone. Take what you need!! <3

-🐀

Its lovely to have you here! And yes for yous the tart is still on the house because what the actual fuck happened.

Also you will be glad to know the cola ramen was (thank the righteous judge) only an april fools joke - we can absolutely bring you over some cola

And About the ankle bracelets THEY FIT I LOVE THEM THANK YOU SO MUCH

if you need anything else, just call me over and I'll trot right over :)

//Ooc : i was not joking when i said that i could only draw portraits

#host : 🥀#twisted wonderland #nrc host club #nrchostclub #nrc #nrchostclub official #disney twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twisted wonderland rp #twst rp #night raven college #unreality #anon : 🐀

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lolitafushiguro · 2 years

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Suguru Geto (Fluff Headcanons)

It starts off slow. A story between two forlorn wanderers of time, turned into bittersweet, entangled lovers both entranced by their own beliefs ー their own religions.

You believed in fairness, even though Satoru had always dismissed you for being self-righteous. He'd tell you that it will only make you lonelier if you keep shouldering the burden of others ー of strangers. He'd question your extent of the idea of saving the weak. But Suguru never did. And in that moment where he told Satoru to cut it out in front of you, that's where it all began.

At first, you called it kinship. The quick pitter-patters of your chest whenever you see him, the sudden breeze that runs down your spine, the warm feeling in your cheeks ー you'd tell yourself it's just because you admire him, not in a romantic sense of course, since you've sworn to the heavens that you'll eventually come around ー that it's not yet time.

Suguru would often help you out in your studies, both relating to jujutsu sorcery and academia. He'd pat your head if you did good, and tease you a little if you mess up. And you'd pray that Satoru isn't around because they'll mess you up even more.

"You really improved your stamina and stealth! If we keep training at this rate you'll keep up with us." He beams as he ruffles your hair, leaving you sigh both in annoyance and excitement.

"Does that mean I can join you on missions? I've taken down a special-grade curse before." you ask, looking up at him with those eyes… Oh, those eyes…

Suguru thinks of you every night, and he wishes you did the same too. Unlike you, Suguru is not one to deny his feelings, however he is excellent at hiding them. He tries his best not to bury himself in your hair lest he will become a creep in your eyes. He wants to maintain a good image of himself in front of you. He wants to be picture-perfect. He wants to be-

"Suguru, what are you doing?" your trembling voice shakes him to reality.

"Oh, uh… well…" Did he just stutter?

"You look pretty funny when you space out like that. I guess you're internally judging me for asking such a farfetched question." You chuckle, brushing your hair.

"No! I mean, well I was just thinking about telling it to Satoru." He retaliates, looking away.

And when your eyes gleamed and you took his hands and cheered, he really knew that he loved you.

Satoru didn't mind your presence. As long as you're not hindering them on missions and as long as Suguru has a smile plastered on his face, it's all good. You would then be invited to ramen night outs and sleeping over to either Ieiri's and Suguru's dorms (it is always Satoru's idea) and drink canned beer. And the next thing you knew that kinship you had for Suguru turned into friendship.

But do you feel the same way as Suguru does? Do you also crush on him with your whole heart? Yes. Do you constantly deny it? Yes… This lack of awareness will pay off sooner or later though.

When one of these happen:

You get injured on a mission.

Satoru senses the growing tension between both of you and finds a way to make both of you spend your time together.

Or both.

Fear is what would hold Suguru back from confessing to you. He experiences his own amount of depressive episodes and existential dread. He constantly hides his true feelings. He can be manipulative and obsessive.

And he doesn't want to hurt you by becoming or doing one of those.

For you, he'd do anything.

If the former happens and you do get injured he's going to be angry, and you'd assume that it's because of your lack of strength/power and then the words will just slip out of his lips.

"Do you even realize what you're doing? Why can't you be more mindful of your surroundings? I don't know what to do if I lose you again! I mean, what if you really died there? What about our first date? What-" He rambles on. And then your tears would stop. Ieiri sighs, and Satoru laughs.

"Suguru… do you…like, like me?"

He buries his face in his hands, groans and huffs out a:

"Yeah. I very much like you."

You now hold all these moments close to your heart, as the man you once loved is now gone, gone with the spring wind. You once both believed in fairness, until the unthinkable happens.

You can only wish you can turn back time again and again, to meet him for the first time and to relive all these moments forever lost in time.

ー Lolita

#suguru geto #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen suguru geto #fluff #headcanons #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #geto headcanons #geto suguru fluff #lolita writes

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nysocboy · 6 months

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Adam Devine's Birthday Blow-Out

In honor of Adam Devine's 40th birthday, here are some photos:

A clip of Adam performing on Live at Gotham in 2008, right out of college: He riffs on ramen noodles, gorilla farts, the term "juicy," masturbating in your grandma's house, why he wants to be famous (it involves picking up chicks), and why his friends try to kill him on his birthday.

Comedy Central: Live at Gotham

Tony Cavalero (who just turned 40 also) celebrating the loss of their youth:

And their future on The Righteous Gemstones

#Adam Devine #Kelvin Gemstone #40th birthday #Tony Cavalero #Keefe Chambers #Comedy Central #standup

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beantothemax · 11 months

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“...Prim?”

“Yeah?”

“What... The fuck... Are you doing..?”

Primrose stood over the stove, staring at the ramen drifting pathetically in the broth, like a ghost through the void.

“Making ramen. What does it look like I’m doing?”

She turned her gaze back to Therion, who was dressed in a paint-stained white tank top and black sweatpants, and looked every bit as disappointed as he sounded.

“Honestly? Cooking meth.”

Primrose rolled her eyes at her friend’s response. “Please. Meth cooking requires way more equipment than we have, and I doubt Gareth would be willing to make some for us. Also, meth? Really? I have class, Therion. If I was going to make any illegal drugs, it’d be cocaine.”

Therion laughed, sitting on the kitchen island, swinging his feet. “Okay, yeah, I can totally see you doing that.”

Primrose snorted. “And I can see you using it.”

Therion mock-gasped, and Primrose didn’t have to see him to know he was clutching a hand over his heart. “Primrose! I am a good, morally-righteous follower of the Fl-”

She cut him off. “If you’re a follower of the Flame then I’m besties with Simeon.”

The memory of being stabbed in the back alley still haunted her sometimes, but she took comfort in the knowledge that the weasel-faced bastard was rotting behind bars as they spoke.

Therion stared at her with a benign expression, and responded, “And I’m still in touch with Darius.”

The two of them fell silent for about 3 seconds before bursting into hysterical laughter.

Primrose clutched the oven handle, giggling into her hand while Therion wheezed, doubled over. He snorted, which resulted in even more giggles. When the laughter died down, Primrose turned the stove off, and moved the pot of ramen off the burner. “Grab a bowl,” she said lightheartedly. Therion scampered over to the cupboard, grabbing two bowls. He set them down, and opened the fridge to get the soy sauce.

As he approached the counter, Primrose clicked her tongue. “Good call.”

Therion just shrugged. “I do that sometimes.”

simeon did WHAT to primrose,?????????? glad he’s rotting in jail good lord

just 2 besties havin ramen. and maybe making meth.

#asks #bewilderedgrace #inbox fic

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elkian · 2 years

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Thinking about what a crossover YGO-MP100 would be and it occurs to me that the entire canon of Yu-Gi-Oh! and all its offshoots could be happening in the background of Seasoning City and Shigeo is just like “oh it seems they’re having fun, how nice” while incidentally witnessing a Originally-From-A-Horror-Series-That-Turned-Into-Something-Else Death Game™, and then continuing on with whatever he was doing.

Reigen spots the card weirdoes sometimes but his impressions are “kids and their card games” “kids and their card games” “huh I could clean up at thi- nope it requires a heavy initial cash investment” “kids and their card games” “NOPE NOT GETTING INVOLVED IN THIS ONE” “kids and their... death games?” “does that toddler have a gun”

He’d only get involved if 1) he saw one of the players at actual risk of Death/Horror Manga Repercussions or 2) got called in for it as a job.

He has no idea why this old lady is so hopped up about Kids And Their Card Games but old people are just Like That so he figures he’ll make them clear out for a few weeks or to a new location and that’ll be the end of it. He brings Mob solely for moral support and some insight into What The Youths Are Into These days. Unfortunately it’s probably mid-series Shigeo so his impressions are “haha other people having fun club activities” and doesn’t realize the severity of it. He pops an entire Shadow Dimension Duel Bubble without a thought. Reigen writes it off as hologram special effects and they get ramen (after he levies a self-righteous but completely ignorant lecture at the duelists of course).

Both unknowingly pick up a cult following for their involvement BUT it’s 2 different cults, one for Reigen and one for Mob. The Mob cult hates the Bowl Cut Cult or w/e and refuses to believe their Anti-Dimensional Savior is the smile annihilator, while the former Dimple cult can’t believe that their best lead is THESE bozos. Hysterically, the Reigen cult actually accidentally becomes a community service group but one that talks like used car salesmen. They do end up doing a lot of communal good, though.

#elk text #12th #May #2022 #May 12th 2022 #the reigen cult occasionally lobs the trash they pick up (non breakables only!) at duelists when someone tries to start a Death Duel #like spritzing a cat but more flinging empty soda bottle at edgy 20-somethings who should know better and the odd high schooler #mp100 #ygo #this got away from me #but that's not a bad thing #elk writes #ig???

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cheapxtrashyxparis · 2 years

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Sissy Profile

Identifiable Info

Real Name: Lewis Harris

Sissy Name: Kandii Kloss

Date Of Birth: 22/07/87

Location: Bedford, United Kingdom

Telephone: 07365 607510

email: [email protected]

Sexuality: Bi (Aiming to become Fag Only)

Relationship Status: Living with GF

Virgin: Yes

About Me

Outward Appearance:

Enjoys Computer Games, Anime, Pop Culture, Pokemon and Comics

Secretly Loves In Private:

Obsessing Over Celebs

Fashion And Makeup

Reality TV & Chick Flicks

Trashy Gossip Magazines

Cocktails

Pop Princesses (Ari, Tay-Tay, Iggy)

Cute Boys Sucking Cock

Something People Don’t Know:

If I meet you and you’re female, I’ll search for you on social media then save all your photos to jerk off to.

Ideal Situation:

Pumped full of plastic until I’m more fake than Person. Fake lashes, fake hair with my roots showing, fake nails so I can’t do anything with them, fake giant tits so big they give me back ache, fake lips, fake ass, fake tan. Hooked on cigarettes and drugged up to keep me compliant and unable to focus on anything other than sex and vapid shallow topics that don’t require any thought. Working multiple jobs suitable for someone like me; toilet cleaner, fast food server, whore etc with highest ambition to become a secretary or TikTok influencer but I know I will never be good enough for that. All my money going to my master who micromanages every aspect of my life: if I can see friends, where I’m allowed to shop, what time I have to go to bed, what, if anything, I can get people for Xmas or birthdays. All while I eat ramen noodles if lucky, and trash out of bins if not.

Darkest Turn On:

Love Far Right Politics despite presenting myself as a liberal. The brash condescending and self righteous ego and belittlement of anyone who disagrees with them is so hot. Betraying my own values and beliefs to some one more dominant.

Epilogue

If you come across this and know me, then please realise one of two things. If you’re a girl, I never liked you. I thought you were a stuck up bitch and a plain looking one at that. Not even distinctive enough to be ugly. The most I could say about you is you could probably lose some of that “baby fat” you have. I still jerk off to your photos though, when I wasn’t talking shit about you behind your back with the other girls. Doesn’t matter who you are, I did that and think that about all of you. I hope you see this and realise you are nothing but a skanky hoe. There’s also a good chance I sucked off your bf. I did that with a LOT of my friends bfs so good chance he’s one of them. If he says no, he’s lying. Hope you feel insecure.

If you’re a guy, I wanted to suck you off. Doesn’t matter who you were I love all cock. If I hang out with you I wanted you to face fuck me and then use my hair as a cum rag to wipe clean your cock. I would have come in my pants if you had pissed all over my stupid face, and if you shat on me I would have been your bitch forever.

If you read that and knew me, if you think my reputation is now in ruins I don’t care, I’ll just jerk off to how much you now hate me. And if any of my ex friends want me to be their butch, you can always ask.

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sporadically-writing · 2 years

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Alexis Wolf

Basics

Full Name: Alexis Wolf

Nickname(s): Alex, Lex, Wolf (Callsign)

Age: 15 when joining Blackwatch, 20 when Overwatch fell, 30 when Winston recalls Overwatch

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Appearance

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Nationality: American

Skin Tone: Fair

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Brown

Hair Style: She wears her long hair either in a single braid or pigtail ones

Makeup: Only when she has to for undercover mission

Build: Slim but athletic

Height: 5′ 5″

Style: Wears all black, leaning on clothing that helps her hide while comfortably doing all the high athletic feats that she has to do

Personality

General Personality Traits: Righteous, Volatile, Calculating

Strengths: Driven, Protective, Perceptive

Flaws: Stubborn, Hot-Tempered, Married to Her Work

Habits and Mannerisms: She pinches the bridge of her nose and drags a hand over her face when agitated; When she’s angry, she stomps either to her room to throw some pillows at the wall or to the training area to shoot some targets

Secrets: She may harbor a crush on Cole Cassidy but she would rather keep that a secret from herself as well

Regrets: She regrets allowing Blackwatch to become what it became, she unreasonably blames herself; She also regrets leaving Overwatch before it fell, maybe she could have done something

Skills/Talents: Shooting; Acting; Stealth; Reconnaissance

Likes: Ramen, Training, Cool Night Air

Dislikes: Pompousness, People Taking Advantage of Others, Stupidity

Sense of Humor: Dry, snarky humor

Guilty Pleasure: Whiskey

Defining Moment: Saving Genji Shimada despite everything and everyone telling her not to

Relationships

Friends: Gabriel Reyes (Pre-Retribution), Ana Amari, Reinhardt Wilhelm, Jack Morrison (Pre-Fall), Cole Cassidy, Genji Shimada, Lena Oxton (Post-Retribution), Fareeha Amari, Briggette Lindholm

Family: Andrew Wolf (Father, deceased), Juliet Wolf (Mother, deceased)

Lovers: Cole Cassidy (eventually)

Relationship Status: Single, married to her work

Reputation: Those who don’t know her are rightfully scared of her. She is one of Blackwatch’s best agents and marksmen, she is scary, you should be scared. Don’t tell her that people say this, many regard her as Commander Reyes’ adoptive daughter

Miscellaneous

Current Residence: New York City, NY (Post-Fall)

Collections: She does keep pictures of those she holds dear, Pre-Fall she keeps pictures of her parents, Post-Fall she keeps pictures of the happier days of Overwatch and Blackwatch

Accent: American, New York

Voice: Light but rough

Signature Quote: “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me...”

Song: Havana - Blue Steel

Backstory

Alexis Wolf and Omnics have a difficult relationship. When the girl was no older than fifteen she found herself orphaned by the Omnic Crisis, stuck living in the wreckage like many other kids her age. The only difference between her and many of the other kids was that she had a talent for protecting and defending others, not to mention a resourcefulness that kept her and others around her alive in that difficult time. So, when Overwatch found her in their campaign of offering aid to the poor souls of the world, they thought they might offer her a job.

After entrance exams, Gabriel Reyes and Blackwatch were more than happy to snatch her up and over the course of the year, nimble and quiet Wolf worked her way up to being one of Blackwatch’s top agents. Armed with a slightly downgraded model of the weaponry used by Strike Commander Morrison, some of Angela Ziegler’s miracle bandages and a chain-like bolas to help her in the field, she was excellent at what she did.

One of her finest missions, in her opinion - do not ask Reyes what he thought about it at the time - was the night she sat vigil at Shimada Castle. The mission had been simple. Reconnaissance. See what the notorious crime family was up to, pose as a tourist and see what you can find out. What she ended up finding that night was an empty house and a half-dead heir on the grounds of their beloved empire. Incapable of letting the young man die, she called in help, bringing the man to Angela. Reyes had yelled up a storm at her for this but Alex stood by her decision. Genji Shimada ended up being a valuable asset to Blackwatch and more than that, a trusted friend. She had done the right thing.

There was also, of course, the Route 66 mission which, on the whole, was a successful mission. The few consequences of it fell heavily on Wolf though. She had been shot by the Deadlock Gang’s notorious leader. ‘Calamity’ Ashe was a crack shot, Wolf had to give the woman that but her arm hurt like hell for several months after. Not to mention the added seemingly unending headache that came in the form of Cole Cassidy. For some reason the young man her age had decided that out of everyone on base, he wanted to bother her, and their ‘will-they-or-won’t-they-though-Alex-screams-all-the-time-that-they-won’t-while-Cole-constantly-states-that-they-will’ relationship began.

Despite everything, Wolf’s arm healed and she learned to deal with the cowboy. But nothing could prepare her for the addition of Moira O’Deorain and the gang’s trip to Venice. After that, her relatively peaceful life and new family began to fall apart. Her boss - and to everyone else, her adoptive father - began to change. He wasn’t the same man she had signed up to work for and the two of them got in to fight after fight, leading to her transfer to Overwatch. She had made friends with the newly blinking operative, Lena Oxton but Alex didn’t stay with the organization long after her transfer. Tensions were far too high and she feared for what could happen if she stayed. She said goodbye to those she cared for, the tearfullest with Genji. (She hadn’t been able to say goodbye to Cole as he had left before she did, without saying goodbye).

Nowadays, she lives in New York City, her previous home, trying to continue her life without thinking too much about the past. That is, until a certain scientist decides to call the gang back again... She doesn’t want to go back, but if she remembers why she started, and what she gained because of it, she may be persuaded...

#alexis wolf #overwatch oc #overwatch #cole cassidy x oc #cassidy x oc #bio sheet: @shenanigans-and-imagines #oc bio sheet #my oc stuff #overwatch x reader

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pspsps 🔥 may i have a foodfan character...

YEAAAAS OF COURSE !!!! u get tonkostu ramen!!

“Righteous and passionate. This noodle shop owner seems to want to spend the years quietly, but underneath her warm and gentle facade, a decidedly different past is hidden.”

#❤️.txt #ONLY OK TO RB IF YOURE VIVIAAAN

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spiritualzari · 2 years

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QUICK FACTS:

LEGAL NAME: Zari Thomas

NICKNAMES: Z, Riri

DOB/AGE: November 18th, 1997 (25 years old in November)

GENDER: NB

PRONOUNS: They/ Them/she/her

SEXUAL ID: Pansexual

HEIGHT: 5'6"

APPROXIMATE WEIGHT: 114 lbs.

LANGUAGES: English & Spanish

GLASSES/CONTACTS: N/A

TATTOOS/PIERCINGS: mother’s DOB on their side, cardinal on their left wrist, septum and nostril piercing

ALLERGIES:N/A

OTHER HEALTH ISSUES/DISORDERS:N/A

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin

FAITH/RELIGION/PHILOSOPHY: N/A

POSITIVE TRAITS (3): Intelligent, creative, charitable

NEGATIVE TRAITS (3): self-righteous, cynical, brash at times.

HOBBIES & ACTIVITIES: making music, drumming, having group sessions, staying healthy, charity work

LIKES/FAVORITES:

foods/cuisine- Ramen, sushi, Thai food

movie genres– horror, romance flicks

flower– red roses

snacks– Takis, sour cream and onion potato chips, Nerds

music genres–Rock; alt, punk, grunge pop rock , classical

season– Fall

book genre– horror, suspense

animal– Penguins

candy– Nerds, Skittles, M&Ms

BIOGRAPHY (TW: Drug abuse, addiction, illness)

Zari was born in the Bronx, NYC, and moved to California with their father after their mother passed away from a stroke. They moved in with their father’s parents. They were 8 years old. They had started acting out after leaving NYC and had gotten into the wrong crowds in high school where they met Frankie King and immediately became their friend but spiraled into addiction and dealing. Zari picked up the drums in high school and has been playing since. They have a band called Thorned Lips.

Zari ended up incarcerated for getting into a giant fight in school that resulted in their opponent getting severely and permanently injured. That got them expelled and in a juvenile detention. This strained the relationship with their father and after losing that support, Zari knew it was time to wake up. They got their GED while in Juvi and attended university upon their release. After their release, Zari moved in with a now clean Frankie who helped them also come clean and supported their college career. Zari is now a non-denominational pastor and counselor for troubled youth and works closely with their community. Their involved in many charities and in events to keep the community green. Zari is big on their health and meditation and very self-aware of how important it is to stay on the right path.

They had a fall out with Frankie before Ship-Wrecked, harboring feelings they had for their best friend and insulting their career and choices. This caused them to fall apart completely and they are no longer on speaking terms.

Zari is a pastor at The House of Compassion and also counsels troubled youth.

#( bio. )

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bonono3000 · 1 month

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Orbs

Who wants beauty? Who needs it?

What do we gain? What do I gain?

What will I do with it? Do I bring it to parks? Do I push it's swing? Does beauty's weight even swing as a body? Does beauty like going to malls? Do I get beauty it's own clothes? Does beauty like food? Does it like Japanese food? Does ramen appease it? Does beauty have the money for it? Does beauty feed me? If so, what's it's value? Is it nutritional? Is it leisurely? Is it a snack? Is it a salad?

Is beauty sweet? Is beauty bitter? Is it best served hot or cold?

...

It's sour?

Then why would I eat it?

Is it edible?

Is it poisonous?

Is it dangerous?

Beauty shoots the people. It pierces their unbeautiful skin with it's bullets, their flesh being singed with beauty's radiating heat. The beauty bullet is lodged in people's abdomen and arms and necks and noses. I was shot in the heart.

Blood doesn't seep, oh no it doesn't.

Serums and lotion and sudsy waters flood out. I fall to the ground.

Beauty continues it's beautiful massacre. Men were shot in their arms, women were shot in their stomachs. Beautiful bullets flew in the sky, today.

Beauty beauty beauty. It's heat cauterized no wounds, the floor was coated in lotion. Was beauty taking over? Would it even?

Lotions lotions lotions.

Beauty beauty beauty.

All over the ground.

The beautiful lotions and suds formed like clay, and they ran together like rat kings, swirling like whirlpools. Everything it swirled past would be spun in: people's limbs poked out of the soft ball that spun faster, then shoes, then bikes, then paper, everything.

It spun and spun until I couldn't see. It spun too fast that no color appeared, the sun's light rays were too slow, beauty was ahead of it. It was an orb of light, a bright orb that shot up into the sky! It whirred and whirred as it propelled above us, jets were unmatched.

Beauty glistened in the sky! It had everyone! It was a star now, we knew beauty was a star! It shot through the day, like fire, we knew it was fire, no ice could be as beautiful as a beauty's flame. No...

Beauty! Beauty beauty! It's a star! It's a shooting star! Wish on it! Wish on it!

#orb #Spotify

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