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thepeacockshallstrut · 3 months

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Henry's Video Game Collection Wishlist

I like collecting trinkets and am always looking to collect additional trinkets. I thought it would be nice to write down what all I'm looking to obtain someday.

NOW DETAILED WITHIN: MOTHER 3, Octopath Traveler/II, Persona 3 Portable (the new releases), Pokémon Legends Arceus, Sam & Max Remastered

A WIP for now... ever growing, ever changing. Prices subject to an infinite increase until the eventual heat death of the universe. Let's dig in!

MOTHER 3 Deluxe Box

MSRP: 18,000 yen, or approx. $120

Market price: Enough to be somebody's rent payment

Image provided by STARMEN.NET.

I mean, what a beaut, right? Just look at her. I've longed for this extremely small Game Boy Advance with a minor difference in faceplate since I was a wee babe. (Or a sixth grader, I think.) Anyway, I remember the price on eBay being around $600 back then, and the price has gone up surprisingly not that much given inflation.

Speaking of, here's an interesting note about this item's retail price: the page on STARMEN.NET documenting this box around release put the cost of the item at "around $155." As suggested above, the value of yen in comparison to the value of the dollar has significantly depreciated in the past two decades. Also, accounting for inflation, 18k JPY in 2006 is about 20.2k JPY today... still closer to around $135 USD. Meanwhile $120 in 2006 money has the same buying power as $185 today, while $155 would be worth around $240 today. Depressing, right?

Looking around on Japanese listings, the price is about equivalent to US eBay listings... a small mercy if you ask me. I'm not sure how consoles like these ship overseas anyway, given the battery. Oh well.

Octopath Traveler - Wayfarer's Edition

MSRP: $90

Market price: $180ish with the game, $120ish without--though prices fluctuate pretty heavily

Come on, man. Comes in a little pop-up book. Ridiculous.

The box comes encased in one of those plasticky outer shells that scratch horribly, but it usually means that the box itself is in very good condition when sold secondhand. It's also not super clear in the promotional image, but the map of Orsterra is made of cloth.

Definitely lots of pointless trinkets here. Trinkets that I would just love to display. Hoo-ah!

Octopath Traveler II Steelbook (Switch ver.)

MSRP: That's a good question. I'm under the impression that you could get the Steelbook edition for an additional $10 when purchasing the game from select retailers.

Market price: $25 (game not included)

Prices for the game with the steelbook are ridiculous enough that I would advise just buying a secondhand copy of the game separately. I got my copy from a local game store for $35 and I've seen it for even cheaper online.

For those of you who prefer the Playstation versions, the PS4/PS5 steelbook appears more expensive on resale, but the games themselves are generally cheaper. Your mileage may vary.

In any case, it does pain me to forsake the Collector's Edition of this game, but the price just isn't worth it to me. $200 MSRP is already pretty steep. I would assume the included artbook does not showcase any work that isn't already present in the sold-seperately Octopath II artbook (well, actually, it sounds more like a Champions of the Continent artbook that happens to also have OT2 art in it, but that's besides the point), and the bust standees, while beautifully sculpted, are not my typical style of figure collecting... and they're not even actually metal! The box is indeed very pretty but I have to draw the line somewhere, and that line appears to stand around $300 cardboard. (The US release doesn't even get that damn tote bag...)

In any case, I love steelbooks. They're just too handsome. I've yet to find a fanmade OT1 one that I like, but maybe when that time comes it too will join my oddly-shaped collection.

Persona 3 Portable - Grimoire Edition

MSRP: $70

Market price: Something stupid, probably

I had actually intended on preordering one of these special editions back when they were announced... I just sort of forgot. Oops! Now I am subject to the whims of Limited Run aftermarket prices. Anything for such a pretty steelbook I guess.

I have mixed feelings about the full collector's edition for this game, AKA the "S.E.E.S. Edition." I think the thing I like most about it is the box it all comes in, which is generally a bad sign. I was very excited about the Evoker proplica until I realized it's only half of the gun trapped in the box forever... maybe I should just go hunt down that water gun. Regardless I'm not too torn up about passing that one up. (Well... except for the stupid briefcase box. I don't think it's a top-opener like the Scott Pilgrim CE was though. Which is just a shame!)

I guess I might also go for the "Grimoire Edition" of P4G if my pockets are feeling too heavy, but I'm not as jazzed about that game or its steelbook design. Also, I already ordered the collector's edition of Persona 3 Reload... it's too much, Atlus... it's just too much.

Pokémon Legends Arceus - Steelbook (UK Preorder Bonus)

MSRP: I think some shops charged an extra 5 quid for the steelbook

Market price: $25

PLA got some lovely preorder bonuses across the pond. Alongside this steelbook, depending on your retailer of choice, you could also get a Hisuian Pokéball replica or an Arceus statue (reminiscent of the HGSS preorder bonuses of old). Of course, you could also get the Arceus sitting cutie from the UK Pokemon Center, just like the US one... without the steelbook though? Alright. I do wonder if the UK release had the same supply chain issues for the Arceus plush as the US did. Anyway...

Lamentations about regional differences aside, I adore this steelbook! A lot of love in this artwork. The other Pokémon steelbooks, while cool, are mostly just cover legendaries but metal, or maybe gold... (and, frankly, some very ugly patterns on the inside of the box! Shameful!) It's OK though. PLA has had mercy on my soul.

I also think it would be super cool to get my hands on one of the SuMo/USUM steelbooks someday, if only for the novelty of having a steelbook for a 3DS game. Those resale prices though! Whew! Maybe someday...

Sam & Max Remastered

MSRP: $35 (standard), $75-80 (collector's), $5 (slipcover)

Market price: $50 (standard), $150 (collector's), $15 (slipcover)

These collector's editions are extremely cool historical pieces. Recreations of decades-old merch, wow! It's a shame I've never been able to get these retail price because Limited Run aftermarket is ridiculous. Still, I'd like to get my mitts on these someday.

My goal is to own all three collector's editions and display the three games in the slipcover. (Devil's Playhouse remaster coming soon! Any day now...)

Having the Hit the Road collector's edition would be cool but I'm not as set on it. If I had my way, I would start collecting the different physical releases of HtR/the original Telltale titles too! Restraint, restraint...

That's everything I can think of for now. I'll add more as it crosses my brainstream ^^

#iso radio #sam and max #mother 3 #persona 3 #octopath traveler #Do pardon the tags... just wonder if someone might be interested in my ramblings and market price observations #pokemon legends arceus #Ok byebye

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hundredpocketed · 7 months

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in paris on a whim on a tiny holiday all on my own staying in the bed of my little sister's best friend while she's elsewhere! all i plan to do is wander around and read. forgot that getting sexually harassed/intimidated really does just come with the territory when you're a woman walking around a city on your own but i can keep walking let it roll right off me water off a little duck's back �� really feeling the difficulty of idle wandering as a woman (just say flanerie aoife you're a pretentious girl and everybody knows it). it's all looking and being looked at and looking at the ground so as not to encourage attention and looking down an empty street and wanting very much to walk down it and thinking better of it.

I haven't read that book by lauren elkin but from what i have read about it and from other writing of hers that I've read i don't know if i feel quite the same as her about the whole thing. i often think of this line from garments against women by anne boyer (which i need to reread): 'the flâneur is a poet is an agent free of purses, but a woman is not a woman without a strap over her shoulder or a clutch in her hand' ... i need to reread that book because i didn't understand it fully but i think of that line often because i certainly need a strap over my shoulder when i am out in the world. in unruly and chaotic cities (all cities all places) shops and their controlled environments feel very safe to me, i take shelter in them when i am nervous about somebody following me or when i feel too observed and need a break from being a woman out and about. earlier some man was following me and then crossed the road to walk right beside me speaking to me insistently demanding my attention with scary intensity and aggression and i looked straight ahead of me and saw a corner shop with boxes of fruit outside and i felt the most enormous wave of relief. he left me alone and i didn't have to go into the shop but soon afterwards i stopped walking and had a drink in a café, bag on my shoulder purse in my hand ready to shell out €5 to sit in a more controlled environment while still looking out at the street. and i know that's not what anne boyer meant at all at all at all!!! but for me to feel safe in a city i often rely on these transactional spaces!

but i love being a woman walking i will walk for hours tomorrow in a pink dress i got on depop a few weeks ago (it doesn't really suit me but it's extremely pretty) and my grubby sandals and my half-painted toenails. and I'll bring my books with me (clarice lispector and angela carter and elena ferrante all in my bag yes with the strap over my shoulder) and I'll buy some little things to create little reprieves from being a woman walking in a city. and then I'll go out again and keep walking!!!

#ps any paris tips for a woman who wants to spend basically no money much appreciated!!!!!!!#like any squares or specific areas that are nice or interesting for walking ... any beautiful art exhibitions.... etc!!!

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trobeds · 1 year

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alright last thing for tonight:

scenarios for raeda!! tell me as many as you want i’d love to hear them all

HAVIIIII ILY THANK YOU FOR SENDING ME RAEDA !! needed to talk about my Vision because im insane about it so this is much appreciated

ok so during the hiatus i got incredibly fucked up over the idea of raine being possessed/under mind control and eda like. pleading with them to listen and like grabbing their face and calling them rainestorm and saying sorry for pushing them away and trying to talk to them because she doesnt want to hurt them!! she just wants them back :( and now that raine is actually confirmed possessed by belos i have remembered and now i cannot stop thinking about the final battle n shes just trying to bring them back and they keep trying to fight her but shell let herself get hurt. she just cant hurt them. and eventually when they wont listen she loses her fucking mind like she blows shit up and her owl beast is coming out n shes so full of rage that people keep taking raine away from her and shes crying. there are tears 100% her vision is blurry shes so angry and so so so :( btw i KNOW im cringe but if eda had a whole ass monologue where she apologized and tried to tell raine how much they meant to her between trying to defend herself from belos-raines attacks and like raine started trying to fight the mind control. i would not be opposed. i would not be opposed at all. would also not be opposed to eda kissing raine to try and get them to stop being possessed. also its gorgeous the colors n lighting are stunning. i have a vision in my mind and it is So Pretty also very dramatic. gay ppl are known for having dramatic gay fights

ALSO ANOTHER SCENARIO

eda leaving her room to visit puppet raine is CANON i am winning life being the raeda stan i am but like . she comes to them every time she needs comfort n misses luz or wishes things could go back to normal and she will hold raines hand and call them rainestorm in this voice i can picture so clearly in my head. i am like soinsane somebody help she sits with them in silence when she misses the feeling of home. kill me.

also a few happier hcs:

luz educates eda on milfs and eda is like. that is ME so she buys raine an 'i love milfs' shirt that they r so embarrassed to wear but they secretly love it

raine loses their fucking mind when they see edas new look. they are going to make the same eyes they made at harpy eda and i know because i know raine better than all of you actually

they are gonna be soo insufferable when they get together like they will 100% be THAT couple. theyve been separated long enough that they r gonna be attached at the hip and really annoying about it once theyre back together

eda the owl beast n raine curled up together in edas nest :( somebody sedate me

they have conversations through glances and they perfected that art way back in hexside. would just look at each other whenever they got caught pulling pranks to try n plan their next move while principal faust would yell at them, and now theyre just incredibly good at reading each other. married behavior honestly

sometimes raine will be sitting n doing nothing and eda will rest her chin on the top of their head and bother them just because she can <3

they are just so beloved to me i might sob actually. sorry this was so long aha but thank u for the ask !!

#🫀#raeda #raine whispers #eda clawthorne #(my head)canons #the owl house #toh headcanon #toh hcs #the owl house headcanon #the owl house hc #my mailbox 💌#moots 💓#havi <3

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spencersweatervest · 2 years

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THAT ONE TIME SPENCER REID ACCIDENTALLY PUNCHED DEREK IN THE FACE (AND OTHER MOMENTS) [ONE-SHOT]

character(s): spencer reid, elle greenaway, aaron hotchner, emily prentiss, luke alvez (criminal minds), penelope garcia, david rossi, michael lamontagne, derek morgan (criminal minds), jason gideon, jennifer "jj" jareau

tags: lesbian emily prentiss, bisexual spencer reid, it's barely implied just making sure you understood it WAS implied (she says as if it's not canon), crack in the sense that there is literally no point to this whatsoever, spencer reid has secrets, fluff, friendship, face punching, nutcracking

summary: jj wonders when she will stop letting spencer surprise her. she's already figured out that he can do more surprisingly odd things then she would've expected - throughout the years, she's caught on pretty quickly that there's more to him than meets the eye. / or, five secret "talents" the others didn't know spencer had.

i. nutcracking (walnuts, not men)

somebody - somebody whose first and last initials are pg and is the only somebody who would actually do this - buys hotch a nutcracker for christmas.

whether it's supposed to be a gag joke or not still has yet to be determined since it's been sitting in his office for years, but he doesn't immediately throw it away and/or look at with complete disgust and disappointment, so it must not have been a total fail.

it's a pink, two foot tall statue with blue eyes and its teeth pulled back like it's permanently grimacing, and is actually one of the ugliest things ever, but garcia smiles like she's all delighted when he opens it, and they do actually have nuts from gift baskets everyone had gotten from, funnily enough, gideon, so they'd all ended up using it. more than once.

it's a late night, almost one in the morning, because the case they'd been working on was long and they all still had paperwork to fill out. jingle bells is playing appropriately from the bau office's speakers and everyone is kind of gathered in the bullpen around the center desks. they sift through papers and files, pretending not to see elle slip spencer some of hers, a dull light from hotch's office illuminating everything, and piles of walnuts in sections between every other person.

derek reaches for a handful, throwing them at elle as she takes forever loading hers into the nutcracker, one at a time.

"hurry up." he says, and she sticks her tongue out at him, like the five year old she is. maybe putting them next to each other wasn't the greatest idea.

when she finally finishes, he takes it from her, frowning. he's busy concentrating on trying to figure how to work the ugly, too tall thing when he hears elle incredulously getting onto somebody about something. figures.

"what the hell are you doing?" elle asks, and derek turns to look at her directing the question at spencer. figures.

spenced glances up at her, frowning. "uhm. what do you mean?" which is a fair question, because spencer doesn't look like he's doing anything, except eating walnuts and reading through papers - her papers originally, so she should actually be thanking him, really.

"did you just - you just cracked that walnut."

"...yeah?"

"with your bare hands."

"...yeah?"

derek turns to elle, about to ask if she's feeling okay, when he pauses - wait.

what?

"you did what?" he asks and spencer gives him a funny look, gesturing to the walnut shells in front of him.

"i cracked them. like you're supposed to do. before you, you know, eat them?" he says, speaking like he's explaining something to a five year old, as if derek's the one cracking open fucking walnuts with his bare hands, "now, if you don't mind, i'd like to eat my nuts in peace." he adds, then flushes when he's realized what he's said.

gideon looks up, in what looks like equal parts regret and exasperation as morgan laughs and exchanges looks with elle who's doing her best not to. she's failing.

"can you two take anything seriously?" hotch asks, though amusement laces his tone. derek opens his mouth to retaliate, and probably point out that it still doesn't answer what the hell spencer is doing, when hotch, the hypocritical bastard he is, says, "you know who else is good at nutcracking?"

elle smirks, stealing the opening of the joke for what it is and running with it, "me."

ii. reflexes

elle watches through the window wall as spencer fills his coffee cup, cracking her neck.

"hey," derek says from where he sits at his desk, and she glances over at him. "wanna see something funny?"

her and derek's ideas of funny tend to be on the same page, she's found, so she nods, already grinning. he gestures to spencer, then stands up, slipping between the door and the wall so that when it opens, he's hidden.

"you're a jackass," she says, still grinning, but then stops and shuts up, pretending to go back to work as she sees spencer approaching. she looks up as he gets to the doorway.

"hey, where did morgan -," spencer starts, before morgan cuts him off, shouting something incoherent as he jumps out from behind the opened crack.

elle stifles her laughter, before her jaw drops when a strangled noise comes from derek as spencer decks him in the nose and spills his coffee all over him.

"son of a bitch!" derek yells, though it sounds more like an estranged cat, and spencer yanks his arm back.

"oh, god." he splutters, "i'm so - i didn't know it was you! i'm so sorry, it was just reflexes - are you okay?"

elle isn't sure morgan can hear him as a peal of laughter escapes through her lips, and she cackles, finally recovering. derek glares at her, his hand holding where his nose is freshly bleeding, as spencer sets down his now empty cup and jogs back to the coffee room to grab napkins.

he presses them to derek, though they don't do much between the blood and the steaming coffee. elle wipes her eyes, still chuckling, as the door to hotch's office opens.

they all look over as he walks a step out, stops, assesses the situation, and then turns around and walks back in, closing the door behind him.

iii. taking shots (and other things)

"we can be responsible adults and still take shots." derek argues uselessly, ordering a round of shots, and emily gives him a look.

"morgan, when have you ever been a responsible adult in your life?"

"i can be responsible!" he protests, and jj laughs.

"your search history says otherwise." spencer says, and he whips around to look at him.

"how do you know what's in my search history?" but spencer just grins without revealing anything.

emily leans over and drops her voice, whispering, in russian, "you're gonna slip me the password for that later, right?"

"obviously," he replies back, still in russian, and derek narrows his eyes at them.

"hey, no conversing in languages i don't know, it's not fair."

the bartender comes back over with four shots of - disgustingly - vodka and slides one to each of them. morgan takes one and gestures it with a grin to them.

"besides, i'm paying." he says, lifting the glass to his lips and downing it with a grimace.

"oh, well in that case," emily says, doing the same.

derek turns to spencer expectantly, raising an eyebrow, and it takes him a moment to realize what he wants. when he does, he let's out an awkward chuckle.

"uh, no, i'll pass."

"aw, come on, pretty boy, live a little, let loose. when's the last time you drank? it's not like it'll kill you."

"it might." emily mutters and spencer shoots her a look.

"i'm fine. besides, if i do, who'll be designated driver?"

"i will," jj volunteers, all too readily, "i'm not sure i want to go home to a colicky baby drunk."

"haha," derek says, poking fun at spencer, "now you don't have an excuse."

spencer grimaces, but concedes with a sigh. it was true that he hadn't had alcohol in awhile - while the others got drunk and goofed off, he usually just watched with equal parts mild embarrassment and amusement and took the role of designated driver. after everything with hankle and the dialudid, he just didn't want to risk it.

that didn't stop him from taking the glass and swallowing it down now, though, ignoring the burning that follows.

fuck it, why not.

"wow." emily says as jj laughs, "that was quick." and he shrugs.

derek orders another round and the night bleeds together as hours pass in a blur. morgan keeps ordering and jj laughing and emily keeps up the commentary as spencer keeps up the shots.

for every one derek drinks, spencer follows it with two - one for him, and one ordered for jj that'll end up a waste of money if someone doesn't take it.

"no, seriously," derek is saying, "i didn't know you could drink like that."

spencer shrugs again, then grins, "guess there's a lot you don't know about me."

jj raises her eyebrows, glancing over but not saying anything and emily gives him a once over.

"that," she says, "i can believe."

"really?" derek demands in disbelief.

"yeah," he says, as the bartender slides over four more glasses, "like my tattoos."

"you're what?" he asks and spencer grins, taking another shot.

iv. cherry stem knotting (not in the kinky way)

emily doesn't even like cherries. they're too redish purple and too sweet and - she can almost tolerate the ones that come in the big plastic bags like grapes, the ones with the stems still on them and the pits in the middle, but they're still just gross. and the maraschino cherries are worse - they don't even taste like cherries.

penelope, unsurprisingly, loves them. if emily had a nickel everytime she caught penelope with a bag of cherries, she'd be retired. (well. no, she wouldn't, who is she trying to kid - but that's besides the point.)

the point is, she's got them out now, the ones emily almost-not-really tolerates, and her and luke are having a cherry pit spitting competition. there are cups lined up at the end of his desk, and they're taking turns popping the fruit in their mouths, chewing the red-purple off and then spitting the seeds across the room into the cup.

it's a little disgusting, albeit amusing.

luke spits out another seed and emily watches as he misses ungracefully. penelope cheers, taunting him as he aggressively sticks his tongue out at her.

emily glances up as spencer reaches over and grabs a handful for himself - offering one to emily who politely declines with a wrinkled nose.

"what happens when one of you hits somebody with a pit?" spencer asks, popping a cherry into his mouth - stem and all. emily stares at him, opening her mouth to what the fuck him, but luke and penelope interrupt her.

"we won't," they both say at the same time, then grin at each other, grabbing more cherries.

spencer leads forward and spits his pit and stem out into the cup on luke's desk, and emily raises both her eyebrows at him.

"impressive."

penelope and lule glance over, curiosity lining their faces as they glance at the stem he spit out.

"wow. didn't know you had such... skill." penelope says, as she examines the knotted stem.

emily snorts at what she's implying and luke chuckles, "yeah, really. it's very impressive. bet it comes in handy."

he winks and - honestly, the whole situation is hilariously awkward, if only because they're making it that way.

it takes spencer a little too long to catch onto what they're implying, and when he does, his face flushes so bad, emily considers the possibility of him being a toilet.

"that's not - no, i just -,"

"not in the kinky way?" luke unhelpfully supplies, teasing him, and he glares at him, still red.

"you think you're funnier than you are. i hope you lose."

"no chance," he says, eating another cherry and spitting the reamins into the cup.

emily gives in and leans over, grabbing a cherry and putting in her mouth, grimacing at the taste. she spits out the seed a second later and then knots the stem - softens it, holds it in her teeth, and pushes it through - and repeats.

spencer nods at her and she nods back in a weird, comical sort of solidarity as luke looks back.

"you can both do it?" he asks, "you gotta teach me."

"maybe you don't deserve to know." mutters penelope, and he mocks her. emily shrugs.

"or," she says, popping another one in her mouth and spitting the tied cherry stem out, "it's a gay thing."

spencer snorts.

v. singing

jj wonders when she will stop letting spencer surprise her. she's already figured out that he can do more surprisingly odd things then she would've expected - throughout the years, she's caught on pretty quickly that there's more to him than meets the eye.

still, that doesn't stop her now, as she drops her keys in the bowl next to the door and the bags she has at her feet and calls "i'm here."

after a night out with penelope that was way more emotionally taxing then should be allowed, she ends up home with several bags of candles and toys and books - little things for her, will, henry, and michael.

since will and henry were in new orleans on an expected visit to will's sister, who was in town, spencer had ended up watching michael for a couple of hours while penelope took jj to dinner "as a treat".

she's met with the silence of an empty house and she frowns, locking the front door and shutting the blinds in the living room as she makes her way to the other side of the room to the hall.

she pauses, smiling softly at the constellation orion that has decided to make an appearance tonight - it had been her sister's favorite constellation, back when the only thing that mattered was who got the last of the milk for their cereal.

"hello?" she calls, finally pulling the string and closing the last blind, and walks down the hall to the nursery room - or michael's room, since he's nearly three now, it's hardly a nursery - when there's still no answer.

when she gets the door, she hesitates - there's a soft sound coming from the inside, like someone humming or talking lowly.

she peers through the crack and closes one eye so she can better, and does her best to silence the gasp she feels want to escape at the sight in front of her.

spencer has michael's in his arm, and he's sitting in the rocking chair jj and will had bought years ago. they've had it since henry was a newborn, and the baby blue paint is chipping, and it creaks every so often, but neither of them could bear to part with it. she's glad for the introspective nostalgia now, because as she watches her best friend hold her son, rocking quietly, she feels an indescribably warm feeling spread through her chest.

jj has always appreciated the little moments. every member that has ever been apart of the team has been through too much - both on and off the job - and the last year has been the worst. between mexico and scratch and all the losses they've faced, sometimes it feels like they're team will never quite be whole again.

she hears the humming sound she couldn't identify a few moments ago, and she feels another overwhelming surge of emotion when she realizes spencer is singing. it's soft and so quiet, she almost misses it, but it's there. it's oddly soothing, listening to him, and she finds herself surprised at how nice his voice is.

she stands there for a little while longer, before she decides to go back into the living room. she ends up falling asleep on the couch and - well, if she wakes up in the morning with a picture she'd sent to garcia just before she'd dozed off and a video for what she'll claim is blackmail if found, but is really just to keep for herself from the night before, it's her own business.

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youngblood-182 · 2 years

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Hi, my name is Yael and I'd like to be matched up with a man from Narutoooo ✨

I'm 23 years old, I'm 1.55 cm tall (don't know how much is that in inches lol), I'm female, my pronouns are she/her and I prefer men, I have black straight waist length hair, parted in my left side, my eyes are deep brown almost black, you can barely see my pupils and they are also big, my skin is a sort of tanned, not much tho, I have a curvy buddy, my waist is not entirely petite but my butt and my breasts are big, I like working out. I'm an ENFJ-A, love to meet people, I'm studying Fashion Design bc I'm obsessed with clothes and how these represent us, I love to see beauty in everything, I love art, in every representation, I love paintings, music, sculpture, books, I'm a creative person, I love singing and playing guitar so much, I like my singing voice, I'd say I'm pretty good at it, I love watching movies and tv shows, the main thing I notice is the beautiful photography and the clothes ofc 🤭

I love old music, classic rock and 80's music🎶 my favorite artists are Frank Sinatra, Taylor Swift, David Bowie, Eminem and The Rollings Stones. My dream date would honestly be anywhere we could just talk, I'd say, buy some food, sit on a rooftop and eat, and then walk around the city at night, just walking and talking under the night sky and the street lights, for me there's nothing more romantic.

When it comes to what I want in a partner I would like somebody a little bit shyer than me, I'm an extrovert and I like that whole opposites attract kinda thing, someone who isn't afraid to make the first move but still I have to take out of his shell a lil bit, who makes me laugh uncontrollably, witty sense of humor, someone who can hold up a meaningful or intellectual conversation, I honestly don't mind if they aren't into PDA, bc I'm not the most affectionate person but that when we are alone he can be touchy feely, like in his apartment or such, and I'm the only one who gets to see that side of them, also it would be a huge plus if he's into movies and books, bc a date in reading or just watching movies on the couch is gold to me 💓💓

I probably wrote too much haha sorry if it was annoying, what ever your answer is I'm sure gonna love it, hope you're having an amazing dayyyy 😊💖

OMG UR ADORABLE OK 🥹 I ship you with Yamato/Tenzo 💖

-in personal matters this man’s is very shy but your idea of a perfect date made me SCREAM TENZO!!

-Tenzo is shy when he doesn’t know someone, so ofc he’d let you do all the talking right off the bat but once he gets comfortable?? He’s a whole different level

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We're getting ready to go ahead and take over the companies that we were talking about tons of work is already being done because they are trying to remove stuff they started a while ago and they tried all the time and he sits there saying oh you found that and the stuff is already gone so we know where it went so he's sitting there like a b**** riding and we know about it is there any information on us after all that trouble he got nothing

Today we're going to buy out two companies more and they're huge and the effect on us will be none that they want

*Sunoco oil and gas that's what it's called no it's a Sunoco company and it's huge and just cuz her son doesn't know every fact doesn't mean that he's going to lose anything and most of you don't know any facts you're lame as hell by comparison to him you all have a failing grade and he has a b with us pun intended what he's doing is remarkable

*Shell oil and yeah that is the name of it and he knows it and he's looked at it on the stock exchange and more and you guys are going down you're going to have nothing and we don't really make deals with you if you clog your septic with toilet paper you're on your own you can't even get somebody to pump your tank these days because he's morons are in charge and people are going to beat you up today because of your stupid toilet paper

-another company and those two are huge yeah about 20% of the oil and gas and oil products industry and different fuels is Casper it's a huge company. IT supplies food and condiments and drinks to restaurants. Harvard was bought out by McDonald's and they could not hold on to it because of a sheer size so they gave it up back to Casper and where purchasing 30% of it today and we have about 70% of it and the McDonald's foray give us a leg up and it's why he's involved because it was recent did I purchase was going through and it looks like we're messing with it what we say is your people are messing with it if we don't do something people won't be able to eat out and we are proceeding to provide better food and better service too to them. The company did fairly well but towards the end it became embittered and we don't have time for that

-we're also hearing John remillard and he's very rude so we're going to get the guns that shot him and knives and stabbed him and other things that killed him and we're going to use them and we might leave them as evidence and kill them tons of times

-we also have a couple other places we're going to purchase on our list of things to do today we are off to purchase a string of fast food place companies and each of these owns a bunch of companies it is several of them but not all of them

-yum yum and we've been saying that we have been working on it forever and it's true they have a lot of Asian food places and we're going to purchase the entire company the remaining share is about 40% and we're buying 30% today and the idiot is cocky about it they own some pretty big chains here in America all over the world actually Panda Express is one of them and he's not going to go there. He said he's going to try and mess with it and we believe him and we're going to cut him down and that's Trump and we don't want him to have anything to do with it I also have big places like KFC Taco Bell Pizza Hut and we're going to have to revamp how things are run and the food and some of the employees were planning on keeping most of them there's some that are just disruptive and that's all they do and we're sensitive to the area if they're still there we might leave the imbecile

-there's trouble that are pretty big but we are going to purchase most of the smaller ones there's a larger one that we're going to buy and it is jab holding company and they own a bunch of restaurants but most of them are not really huge and usually they're kind of local places there's only one or two that are pretty big like Panera in Boston market both of those are not as big as it used to be even though it shows Boston market somewhere else we feel that they own it it recently changed hands but companies like Jollibee foods Corp and darden we're going to purchase those companies too and it's because they're not gigantic Golden gate capital is not so big but there are some of these companies that are gigantic that we're holding off on and we are going to try and start buying them out and it is a matter of time before we hold them it's a huge amount of businesses and it's like the food industry but not as big because they're conglomerations of restaurants these days and there's a couple of real big boys but we're not going to talk to him because we're working on it and Trump owns several of them and you see dinero messing with him and it's one of Tommy F characters and they have a food company and it's pretty sizable it owns a lot of companies and they're pretty big restaurants they're all over the world so what this guy is up to oops and that's Mickey Rourke Robert de Niro Ashley and he is saying nothing and that kind of thing but he's trying for the companies and a lot of them are our son's idea or ours but we have no interest in allowing Tommy F to take them over

-there's several other things going on the moron is getting up and leaving and he says he's getting ready to harass our son at the laundromat whoop-dee-doo when a fun person so I'm going to get ready to whoop his ass down there and grab his people I'm going to grab his people all over the place people are now pouring in to stop the bastard and he's a loser so we're going to use Tommy F to take over roarks capital. And yeah the max are handing us tons of stuff they're going to handle on hand us other big companies and bloomin brands is one and restaurant brands international and there are several more they're pretty big is huge and we're going to be handed it it was going to take it

-the max are being very insulting to our son and we will start hitting them for it he's got a small life here he doesn't have any time for that because tons of people are doing it if you're doing it you're dead so Robert Duvall your days are numbered we're going after now and we're going to take you down it's too bad that you're stupid we don't care it helps us what are you doing and saying is just little kids very soon

So Trump is saying that our son is grabbing thorium and stuff and he's a b******* artist that guy and he's making stuff up to be heinous to try and go after other people's stuff

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There's several other companies were going after but we want to post this right now that's where we're going after right now today to purchase I'm on other things

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If you think about it hard enough, this is a problem. How come? First of all, there are only so many hours in a day. Also, there’s only one of you. If you are not careful, you might end offering services that everybody can pretty much do.

What do you think happens in that situation? That’s right. The price keeps dropping. The customers that you get expect a lot more for the $5 that they are willing to pay. In fact, a lot of people, believe it or not, expect a Ferrari while paying only the price of a beat up Toyota. It’s crazy!

It gets old quickly and it’s no surprise that a lot of people who offer gigs on Fiverr end up quitting. It’s only a matter of time. Even if you make decent money by doing volume work, you get burnt out quickly. This is not a surprise. In fact, it’s completely predictable.

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Resell the services of others

If you have access to buyers of analytical work, Wordpress, theme installations or writing for SEO and other purposes, you may want to try reselling the services of people who provide these types of work. You save time and money. You’re just the middle man.

Basically, you find buyers and you charge them a lot more money than what you’re paying Fiverr service providers. Sounds awesome, right? Here’s the drawback. You can’t use this buy low and sell high strategy for certain types of services.

For instance, Fiverr does automatically watermarks drafts of graphics works. If somebody’s doing a logo for you and they send in a draft, when you download that draft, it will say “Fiverr” right in the middle. Fiverr does this because in the past, people would resell graphics services to their clients.

Their clients would ask for revision after revision then after all this process and waste of time, the customer demands a refund. Everybody loses. Fiverr caught wind of this and effectively discourages graphic work reselling.

Also, this watermarking system prevents customers on Fiverr itself from ripping off service providers. As long as you can find buyers, there’s a wide range of services you can resell. Just make sure that you’re not going to run a file of the watermark system.

Bundle services and sell newly build online assets

Believe it or not, there are quite a number of people who would buy websites that do not contain anything. These are website shells also called turnkey or starter sites. These websites generally either have very little content or have only “starter content” or absolutely no content.

All of these are in demand as turnkey websites. The idea is for somebody to buy them and just pump traffic to them and make money off the ads or their mailing list. The reason why people buy this type of asset is because they simply do not have the time or expertise to create a new website from scratch.

When you place orders with different Fiverr service providers for website development or Wordpress installation, you tap into different sources of talents of the different sources that you need to put together a turnkey website.

You then spend very little money putting together this turnkey website and then you sell it right after you have put in enough content, or in many cases, no content at all. This is actually quite lucrative if you know where to sell.

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Bundle services and sell sites with traffic

This technique basically builds on the previous technique. You contact many different cheap service providers to develop a turnkey site. You got somebody to design the banners and the headers. You get somebody to install the Wordpress theme. You get another person to write the content. You get another person to modify the theme.

You then put everything together and you stock it with content. There are plenty of writers and video producers and audio developers on Fiverr. If you’re looking for content, Fiverr is the place to go. This is especially true if you’re looking for affordable custom content.

Once you have stocked your turnkey site with content, the next step is to go to the traffic providers on Fiverr and hire them to work their magic. All told, expect to spend less that $200 to

$300 on this project. If everything goes well and your turnkey website actually generates a little bit of cash, you can flip that website to sell for possibly hundreds if not thousands of dollars.

It all, of course, depends on your niche, target audience as well as the overall quality, traffic volume and conversion ability of the turnkey asset you have built. If you want a blueprint on how to do this right so as to actually make a profit, click here.

Buy services that help you buy re-sellable high value assets

There are many online assets that can fetch quite a bit of money. I am, of course, talking about domain names. Did you know that domain names like sex.com, business.com, shoes.com and many others fetch not hundreds of thousand of dollars but millions of dollars.

Domain names are big business. Even if you were to buy and sell lesser value of lesser known domain names, you can still make quite a bit of money. In fact, if you buy the domain name of a website that has expired, it can fetch you 4 to 6 figures. Amazing, right?

Well, there is a mature and stable market for online assets. We’re talking about links from expired domains, the actual domains itself or specialized data like contact information of decision makers in companies in certain industries.

People will pay very good money for these assets. The obvious problem is how do you get your hands on these assets? That’s where Fiverr comes in. Fiverr has a lot of virtual assistants, a lot of people who know how to use all sorts of software. You can tap this massive base of gig sellers to hire people to find high value digital assets for you.

Of course there is a conversion rate here. You may pay somebody $50 to find 1000 domains. It turns out that of those thousand domains, 10 are any good. Of those 10, you’d be lucky if anybody would pay good money for, at most, 2.

Still, if you have paid $100 and your 2 domains fetched $5,000, you’re a happy camper. In fact, if they fetched $150, you still have reason to be happy. How come? You didn’t do the work yourself. You hired somebody else to do it. The only thing you risked is your money.

All the heavy lifting and analysis was done by somebody else. You’re still making money. You made 50%. You can then scale this up. You can hire more service providers to turn up more digital assets and then you can turn around and sell these to even more people.

Resell cheap Fiverr services at other higher value locations

The old saying of buy low and sell high is never going to lose value. It was important and valuable yesterday. It continues to be important and valuable to day. I suspect that this will remain the case long into the future.

If you want to make money, you need to generate profit. It’s impossible to generate profits when you buy something at an expensive price and sell it at a lower price. Where are you going to get your profit? It’s impossible.

It’s all about buying low and selling high. This is the principle behind reselling cheap Fiverr services at other higher value platforms. Believe it or not, there are people making solid money buying services from Fiverr at $5 a pop and then placing ads on higher value freelancing platforms.

Please understand that the order volume usually tracks pricing. This is just a fancy way of me saying that when you charge a very low price, you’re going to get a lot more customers. If you charge a high price, you’re going to get less customers, assuming you get customers at all.

With that said, there are certain platforms that tend to attract people who either don’t know any better, are absolutely clueless about Fiverr or are willing to pay a premium for a job quickly done right. whatever the reason may be, you just need to find these other places.

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The possibilities are actually endless. Regardless of where you advertise, the key is to stick to the iron rule of buy low and sell high. This is easier said than done because you can’t price whatever service you are selling at a slight margin. What do I mean by that?

You have to compensate yourself for your time. You sitting down and checking out Fiverr and sifting through the many different gigs on offer takes time. It definitely takes focus. Insist on getting paid for this.

Unfortunately, a lot of people who do reselling want to sell at a very low price and they think that they are going to make up for it by generating volume. In many cases, this is just wishful thinking. The volume doesn’t appear. You may be thinking that you’re making a dollar for every service you resell. Well, think again.

If you are doing a lot of analysis or research to find the right services and the right platforms to advertise on, you might actually be losing money. How come? You could’ve spent that time doing something else that paid a lot more money per hour. Do you see how this works?

These are called opportunity costs. If you’re going to get into the service reseller game, you have to properly compensate yourself. A general rule of thumb is you should mark up Fiverr services by at least 50%. In other words, if you are getting Fiverr services for $5 plus the $1 service charge, for the total of $6, you should charge at least $9 for that service.

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If you want to make money off Fiverr, you have to have a system. You have to figure out how things work and you have to be on your guard. No joke. If you don’t have the proper mindset and you’re just doing thing by the seat of your pants, don’t be surprised to figure out after you have done some number crunching that you’re actually losing money with every deal.

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Yeah, the merch is pretty bad, although I am curious to see what merch drops will look like after the album drops (when they can include stuff like lyrics and song titles— right now because of all the secrecy they can’t really do anything beyond the word “midnights”) and see if that’s any better. Also curious if/when she goes on tour— her tour merch in the past has always been much cooler than her regular merch, although she hasn’t toured since she left Big Machine and I’ve seen some people say that the reason her merch has gotten so bad he because of the companies Republic Records outsource to? I don’t know if that’s true or not. But I’ve been disappointed with her merch for a while, although I loved some of the red tv designs.

That’s so fair. Tour stuff is definitely top tier, and i absolutely agree that pre-release stuff is always worse to keep the “air of mystery”. I definitely also just personally hate the color block designs, i feel like it’s lazy. I’m a deeply anti-color block person lol.

(A patchwork design with more visual interest via patterns, stitching technique choices, and purposeful thought out placement of the main design will always be better in my opinion than just… yup that’s a different colored sleeve/portion of the shirt. Cool?)

I think for the fact of the like cloth materials being cheaper since the switch to Republic that’s definitely true & totally makes sense. The physical quality is lower because i absolutely believe that the behemoth record label that is Republic would fast fashion their artist merchandise. Quantity > quality has definitely been shown in some of their other artists’ merch. (coughOliviaRodrigocough)

Some of the Red (TV) stuff was definitely alright, i agree with you there- but I feel like Fearless (TV) was the last time that the majority of the merch was pretty good. Like even though the physical quality was noticeably worse when it came to Lover merch vs Reputation, I feel like a lot of the designs were still pretty solid. They felt like somebody took time to actually consider the designs and make something unique.

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In retrospect, they’re definitely nothing super exciting from a design standpoint & i really hate how the cropped ones are cropped but I still ended up buying one. And I really don’t have the money to just buy whatever from every Taylor drop, so I always am super intense about asking myself if i really want it.

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nat something about toji drives me absolutely feral, can i have a scenario or something where he meets reader at a bar and they have a steamy one night stand i don’t know i just want this beeg beefy dilf to absolutely ruin my puthy (fem reader please!)

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Favourite (So Far) - Toji x Fem!Reader (5k)

Toji sees you sitting alone at a bar; all quiet and soft and unsure, and absolutely begging to be ruined - and he decides he can help with that.

warnings: afab reader, fem pronouns. not sfw, mentions of murder. corruption kink, virgin reader, dacryphilia, fingering, coming inside, dirty talk.

Toji normally doesn’t bother lingering after he’s held up his end of the bargain, but the money is burning a hole in his pocket and the minute he’d left the body of the man he’d been hired to kill locked in the back office of the bar, he’d remembered you.

He estimates he’s got a good half an hour before anyone realises the man is dead. If they’d wanted him to clear up after himself, they should have written it in the contract – still, with how awkward you’d looked and how your eyes kept darting about the place, Toji is pretty sure he’ll have you away from the bar and with his arm around your waist in . . . ooh, ten minutes? Fifteen, at a push.

He knows your type.

You’re uncomfortable, watching your friends go off and flirt and dance – pulling at your skirt (you’re uncomfortable in that, too), tugging your thin shirt up to cover your chest, ordering something non-alcoholic and looking morosely at it. Your eyes avoiding when men try and catch your gaze, your posture tensing – he’s pretty certain that you do not want to be here, and Toji is going to offer you an alternative that he thinks you might prefer.

You don’t notice him until he’s right beside you (people never do), leaning in against your ear, one of his arms slapping on the bar beside you, caging you in on your barstool. You start, moving back, blinking your pretty eyes at him in clear surprise, your mouth a soft ‘o’ – ah. Toji can tell you’re the kind of girl who isn’t used to male attention, who doesn’t think that you’re anything special. Shy. Probably untouched-- he’s grinning at you, and he doesn’t miss the little swallow, the flash of interest in your eyes (girls like you always like the idea of getting involved in something a little dangerous)--

“Can I buy you a drink, sweetheart?”

The voice is rough and low and dark, startling you from your reverie. Your friends have all, indeed, long gone – after sighing at you that you’re no fun, that they shouldn’t have asked you to come out with them anyway – you’re surprised by the man it belongs to, all raven hair and piercing green eyes and a scar on his lip that your eyes can’t help but trace the line of – how does somebody end up with a scar like that?

“Oh,” you bluster, feeling embarrassed and unsure by the way he’s looking at you, the easy way he throws out the pet name, the casual authority he’s emanating by how you’ve been caged. “I’m-- I don’t really--”

He chuckles.

“Me neither,” he says. “Lemme get you somethin’ soft, then--”

It would be easier, he thinks, if you had agreed – if you’d been softened a little bit by the buzz of alcohol. Still, he knows that what he gives off is heady enough that you’ll come with him anyway – he doesn’t drink himself, so he’s not exactly going to blame you for wanting to keep your wits about you. Smart thing, for all of how vulnerable you look in a short skirt and high heels and a low-cut top. He’s ordered something for you before you can refute – you can’t deny to yourself that it’s nice. It’s nice to have someone be interested in you. It’s nice, too, that said someone is rugged and six foot something with corded veins and muscle in thick biceps and forearms.

You��re staring at him, and Toji allows it, letting his own gaze crawl across your pretty face, your body, the way the cheap lights of this dive are picking out the shine in your eyes and the gloss of your lipstick.

“What’s a cute little thing like you doin’ on her own somewhere like this?” He asks you, lifting the glass to his lips. You try not to stare at them, though your stomach is twisting. You shrug, awkwardly.

“I got dragged here by some friends,” you say, inclining your head towards the dance-floor, where your friends are very much living up to their earlier assertion that they were going to have a wild time and if you weren’t going to join in, then you could just wallow in your misery.

“Ah,” he raises his eyebrows, eyes briefly brushing over where you’d indicated before returning to you. Something about the way that those eyes are pinning you like a butterfly to a cork board makes you squirm, heat curling in your lower belly. Nobody has ever looked at you like that before. This man is staring at you like he wants to take you apart, and it’s exhilarating. “You not the dancin’ sort, huh?” Another swallow. The bob in his throat is mesmerising. “Can’t blame ya. Pretty thing like you’s probably inundated with attention the minute y’get out there--”

You laugh, softly, heat rising to your cheeks. Toji can’t help but think how cute that is – you’re so obviously unaware of yourself. When he gets you on your back, he knows you’ll have that certain kind of naivety that never fails to get him hard and aching in his pants; wide eyes and bitten lips and breath dying in your throat at the touch of his teeth and hands and cock.

“Nothing like that,” you say, “I just--”

Your eyes catch something. Toji looks too, as you’re interrupted by a pretty girl tottering up to you both in an even shorter skirt and even higher heels. Her eyes linger on Toji, a fraction too long, before she turns to you and pouts and says your name, making you wince. There’s a whining tone to her voice.

She’s complaining that someone’s spilt a drink over her, and Toji sees now that her expensive-looking shirt is stained dark brown. He hadn’t noticed the scent of beer wafting from her because of the overall air of the bar is absolutely saturated in it, but now that she’s right there . . . he wrinkles his nose.

“You have to come home with me, nobody else will,” she tugs on your arm. “And you said you weren’t having fun anyway, so you can always stay there, but I need to change out of this--”

There’s a world-weary quality in your eyes. Something that suggests to Toji that you’re used to being the designated person to take care of your friends, to dropping things to clean up after them – those big eyes and the downturn of your mouth and the softness of your voice all suggest to him that maybe part of the reason you’re so demure, so . . . innocent . . . is because you haven’t had a chance to explore anything else.

Toji drapes a thick arm around your shoulders. You jump at the contact – but almost as if it’s against your will, you nestle into him. Closer to him. A prey animal knows when it’s being protected, after all – even if it doesn’t know, yet, that he’s the predator.

“We’re a bit busy here,” he says, keeping his tone affable with a knife-sharp edge. The girl opens her mouth, as if she’s going to protest – but Toji grins, his eyes darkening, his mouth tilting to show just a little bit too much teeth. He lets himself draw himself up a little taller, so that his breadth and his height and the taut muscles beneath his tight shirt are unarguable. Your friend falters, shoots you a look, and then shrugs.

“F-fine,” she says, “I’ll go on my own--”

She walks away, pouting, storm clouds rising off of her. You’re trembling imperceptibly (adorable) – he thinks this might be the first time you’ve ignored one of your friends. Eager to please little thing, he supposes – the kind of person who wants to be liked and will do almost anything to keep it that way, with big doe eyes and a trembling lip and your chest thrust out unconsciously.

Oh, he will ruin you, and you’ll thank him for it afterwards.

“Sorry if I’m oversteppin’ my boundaries there,” he says to you, and you look at him with your eyes big and wide and wet your lips, his cock giving an answering throb. You breathe very softly;

“N-no, thank you, it’s . . . it’s nice to not have to deal with them, for once--”

Toji leans further into you, his arm not leaving your shoulders – close enough that his breath tickles the shell of your ear, and your brain short-circuits at a handsome older man leaning so close and intimately to you.

“You don’t wanna stay here, though, do ya?” His other hand is suddenly on your leg, calloused fingertips brushing the soft skin of your thigh. Your heart skips a beat, your body reacting – threads of heat sewing themselves into knots between your thighs. “You wanna split?”

His eyes do not stray to the clock behind the bar, but he estimates it’s been about eleven minutes. Longer than he was expecting, but – as you bite your lip and stand up, letting his fingertips drag dangerously close to the part of you between your legs, Toji decides it’s worth it.

His place is nothing special. For a man as well-paid as he is, you’d expect something a little classier, maybe – but for a man with the kind of profession Toji Fushiguro has, he doesn’t spend much time in it. He’s too busy travelling to care about it beyond anything other than a place to crash, eat, and bring home his conquests. And you don’t seem disgusted by it as he pushes you roughly into the room, arm locking around your waist, mouth dipping to taste you – so Toji doesn’t worry about it too much.

You’re still trembling against him, your entire body thrumming with energy that you’re not used to – but that all works to his advantage. It works to the advantage of directing you into his room, until your back hits the bed with a soft ‘whoomph’ of air and Toji is kneeling over you, your eyes big and wide and blown as they look up at him.

You’d been so easy to convince back here. You’d made a couple of quiet whispers about how you shouldn’t, the way that good girls like you do – but his fingers had cupped your cheek and his body had pressed against yours and he’d smiled that dangerous knife-edge smile and you’d been putty in his hands, trembling kneed and so very adaptable as you’d walked beside him with your breath unsteady in your chest at your own daring.

Now, though, with a man’s bed behind you and a man’s cock digging into your stomach where he has you caged underneath him, things are beginning to feel far more real. You take another shuddering breath, not meeting his eyes as you whisper;

“I—I haven’t--”

Oh, fuck. If you knew what those little words did to him – if you could have heard the monster roaring in his chest at how excited he was that he’d not only get to utterly ruin you, but to get to be the first one to do it . . . He’d let himself hope, based on your way of holding yourself all demure and prim, that you’d be a virgin, but to hear it from your own lips with your skin rapidly heating up under the confession.

“That’s alright, sweetheart,” Toji practically coos at you, as his big fingers go to your shirt, tugging it off with expert precision. “I ain’t gonna break you—”

(Well. Not in any way you aren’t going to beg for.)

Breath caught in your throat as your bra is unclipped, the lacy garment dropped onto the floor. His own shirt follows – you can barely stop yourself ogling him, the firm abdominal muscles, the scars across his pectorals. You can tell, based on how many scars he’s bearing, just how dangerous the man above you must be.

The one like a starburst is a bullet scar, you’re pretty sure. The one wrapping around his side is too big to be anything but a knife or a sword – this is a man involved in something dangerous, something shady – and even that isn’t enough to get you to ask him to stop.

Staring down at your newly exposed breasts, Toji can’t resist leaning in; sucking one of your nipples into his mouth, dragging his teeth across the sensitive bud, lapping at it until your back arches and you whimper so prettily that it goes straight through him and straight to his cock. The wet kisses trail back up to your neck, blunt teeth tugging at your skin, sucking quickly stinging bruise marks into the skin so that everybody will know what this cute little virgin was up to last night--

A rough tug to your earlobe makes you moan. A nip to your lower lip makes you practically mewl. And his rough fingertips pushing up your skirt to your waist, letting his fingers dig into your plush thighs so hard that there’s no way you won’t be marked with fingerprints tomorrow – that makes you whine.

“You like bein’ pushed around a little bit, cutie?” The pet name, again, has blood rushing to your face and heat rushing to between your legs. You’re suddenly so very aware of how slick you are, how your underwear is clinging to the folds of your sex. How much of that is his fingers and how much of it is his voice and how much of it is how exposed you are in front of him, you don’t know – but you bite your lip and avert your gaze, and this just seems to spur him on. Both of you know the answer: yes. Yes, you do like being pushed around a little bit--

“These are soaking wet,” he tells you, as the matching lacy underwear to your bra is peeled off of you. He readjusts himself, grabbing your thigh and pressing your knee against your chest so that he can move his hips between your two legs as well as get a proper look at what you’ve been hiding beneath the tiny skirt – he lets out a low whistle, those green eyes greedily drinking you in like you’re a painting hung in an art gallery. “Well, look at you. Ain’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

He sees how the compliment makes you squirm at the same time as it makes your cute little hole, exposed thanks to the stretch of your leg, flutter around nothing. He might break you if he doesn’t prepare you properly; you’re so small, and it’s been a real long time since he bedded a virgin--

One of his fingers drags through your slick with no preamble, brushing your fluttering hole, and the noise catches in your throat – halfway between a whimper and a soft sigh, a noise that does not serve to do anything but make him repeat the motion, gathering your glimmering arousal on the same thick digit. He brings it to his mouth, tongue darting out to taste you.

“Mm, you should taste yourself,” he says to you, eyes glinting. “You’re like honey, sweetheart--” Toji doesn’t wait for you to say yes or no. His finger pushes past your lips, so you’re forced to taste yourself on his fingertips, brushing over your tongue. His eyes focus very deeply on you, like you’re the only thing in his orbit worth paying attention to. “Why don’t you give my finger a suck, darlin’? You’ll want it as wet as you can get it--”

Not that you’re not plenty wet enough. But there’s something so endearing about the feel of your tongue hesitantly licking at him, the shine of your eyes. If he wasn’t hard enough to cut diamonds, he would have you suck his cock first, if only to see those pretty lips wrapped around his shaft and to hear you choke a little bit, to see your makeup go runny and messy and ruined--

“Atta girl,” he says, roughly, pulling his finger out (the trail of drool sends another of those throbs of heat through him). The finger drags over your slit again, parting the plump lips – and then, he’s pushing his finger inside you, your walls pulsing around him. You’re so fucking tight. He knows you weren’t lying about being a virgin – the gasp that dies in your throat, the hand that tangles in his bedsheets, the little lift of your hips to help him along – all of those are things that are entirely sensation responses, not in the least calculated, and Toji loves that.

The finger pumps in and out of you, helped along by your slick, until he can press another alongside it and scissor them gently, stretching out your channel in preparation for what you’re going to take in a matter of minutes. Your teeth keep digging into your bottom lip, as if you’re afraid to make too much of a noise – he chuckles as he brushes your swollen clit with his thumb.

“C’mon,” he growls, “don’t hold out on me. Lemme hear you--”

Oh, you’re so embarrassed – but you’re also, he can tell, the kind of girl who can’t resist an order. You let your mouth relax, drop open – and next time his thumb rubs firmly across your clit, the noise is caught only by the ceiling above you both. He makes some little noise of praise that you can’t fully discern, because now he’s started pulling forth your pleasure he doesn’t want to stop. Three fingers. His thumb, toying with your clit, rubbing firm circles with it as he feels your channel clench and quiver around his fingers. He rubs at the textured spot on your inner walls and you groan, your other hand gripping his forearm, your brow forming sweat. Your hips are circling, needy, in search of more stimulation.

“You gonna come for me, sweetheart?” Toji asks you, his voice like cigarettes and leather. “C’mon. Let me see-- let me feel your pretty cunt clench--”

Something about the dirty words pushes you over the edge and you tumble down a dark hole, fireworks exploding inside of you, stars bursting into being behind your eyelids as pleasure washes over you in great waves. You soak Toji’s fingers, your walls sucking him in deeper and deeper.

Your breath comes in great pants, the aftershocks of your orgasm still gently rippling through you even as Toji pulls his fingers out of you. You look up at the man as he adjusts himself with his other hand, as if in a haze – and as if in a haze, when he roughly pushes those three fingers back into your mouth, you suckle on them with your mind and thoughts all misty. All you can think about is him. That’s what he wanted, anyway – cute little demure virgin, cock drunk even without him fucking you properly – he breaks girls like you on the regular, but you might be one of his favourites.

He tugs down his pants enough to reveal his flushed cock, curving to lay against his stomach, hard and leaking precome from a reddened tip. Your eyes widen (he always loves that moment), as you realise why he took pains to prepare you with his fingers.

“Whaddya think?” He asks you, teasing, wrapping his fist around the shaft. Even his big hands around it do nothing to make it look smaller, and you barely realise that you’re staring until he slaps your thighs with it, streaking his own wetness all over you. “You’ll give a man a complex, sweetheart--”

“I-I don’t have much to compare it to,” you say, desperately, heated and needy even though you literally just came. You want him inside you. You never thought you’d be so easily broken down into wanting to be fucked, but here you are – something primal inside of you is awoken by the size of his cock and the glitter in his eyes and the sculpted muscle, and you want to be desecrated. “Y-you look big--”

He laughs at that. Yeah, you definitely don’t have much to compare it to if that’s your take-away. Still. It’s cute, how you’ve spread your legs a little wider, how you’re not hiding the fact you’re looking at him like he’s some kind of angel who’s finally granted you a taste of the celestial city.

“I feel big too,” he tells you, with a smirk that rattles you to your core. “Wanna find out?”

When you nod, he grins – those big hands take a hold of your thighs, pressing both of your knees to your chest this time. He takes a moment to enjoy you in this position – those wide eyes, the lewd splay of your legs revealing the glimpse of your cunt still tantalisingly shining with the remnants of your orgasm. You squirm under his hungry gaze, exposed – and that does nothing to quell the hunger that seems to be thrumming through Toji, with every clench and wriggle.

“Good,” he tells you, rubbing his cock through the mess you’ve made of yourself, making sure the head nudges your clit and he can see the way you shiver. “You’re bein’ such a good girl for me--”

He catches on your entrance and you let out a keen. With your knees pressed to your chest, you’re unable to get a grip on Toji’s shoulders, and you have to console yourself with fisting the bedsheets beneath you (rumpled even before you’d ended up there).

The position he’s got you in means that you feel every ridge of his cock, every vein, every throb – inch by inch, as he sheaths himself slowly inside you. He can’t help but watch as your jaw goes slack, as your eyes cloud with the feeling of him entering you – as tears bead in the corner of your eyes at the burn and stretch--

Oh, fuck, the tears. He wonders if you feel the way that his cock seems to harden at that, at how pretty you look all glassy-eyed and helpless and trying to take him. He’s maybe two thirds in and almost at the limit of forward motion, but you whimper, letting your head fall back--

“P-please,” you say, “I—I can take it--”

He laughs, low and dangerous. He leans in, brushes his lips over your sweat slicked forehead. His tone is syrupy sweet when he speaks, as he angles his hips just so that he sinks another aching inch into the sweet kiss of your tight cunt.

“Oh, I know you will, sweetheart,” he murmurs, sounding almost like a threat. His eyes flash downwards, to see how tightly you’re clinging to him – how big his cock looks, disappearing into your slick sex. How the glistening ring of your need coats him. Just a bit further – watching himself claim you is almost hypnotic.

He wants to see you on your hands and knees, watch his cock stretch you out that way. He wants to see you gag and choke and drool around his cock, wants to see your small hands wrap around him, wants to have you in every position until you’re so fucked silly you can barely move--

But for now, he hilts inside of you, his balls slapping against your slick skin. His face splits into a smile as his eyes travel back up, to the bulge in your stomach that he knows is from just how big his cock is, to your thighs trembling even with him keeping them prone against you. You’re so cute. The tears have spilled past the rim of your eyelids now, wetting your cheeks – they’re so maddeningly sexy, on your pretty face. He’s not going to last half as long as he wants to, he doesn’t think – not when you’ve been driving him to distraction since the moment he laid eyes on you.

He can barely remember he killed a man less than an hour ago.

That’s old news, unimportant compared to how your walls flutter around him as he pulls out. Unimportant compared to the arch of your back, the rock of your breasts, the great gasps of air.

He’s not a kind man, but he doesn’t go out of his way to be an asshole to his conquests – so he lets you get used to the rolling rhythm of his hips, slowly. He doesn’t piston his hips in and out of you, not at first. He lets the slow drag of his cock on your sensitive inner walls make you shiver, make you gasp and moan and whimper. And only after he’s earned the light hump of your hips against his, searching for the sensation yourself, does he let himself fuck you the way he wants to.

He wants to record the moan-squeak-whimper of surprise as he begins to pump his hips in earnest. It’s a noise he’s heard before, but coming from your pretty mouth it seems all the more potent. His hips jerk into you and out of you, the noise of skin slapping against skin very loud in the bedroom. The slick noises of his cock driving in and out of your tight cunt would be shaming if it didn’t feel so good, if you didn’t get a shock of want every time his body ground against your clit on the inner thrust.

You lose track of time, with the dangerous man you met at the bar bent over you. He mouths greedily at your lips, seeming to treasure every noise you make and swallow it down his throat like a sweet candy – he bites at your neck, at your throat, the grip on your thighs never faltering for a moment. You can do nothing but let yourself be folded in half, and let him fuck you like an animal.

That seems right. He’s rutting into you deep and hungrily, almost feral in his enjoyment of your body. He drops one of your legs suddenly, letting it hit the mattress, readjusting his hips so that one of his hands can dive between you and--

He’s playing with your clit again. The pads of his fingers are rough, and you wonder if he handles a gun like the one that gave him that starburst scar. You wonder how dangerous these fingers are, the ones that were buried inside you and are now coaxing your poor, swollen clit to another orgasm.

“Come on, baby girl,” he growls, pressing harder, making your thighs jump with tension. “Wanna feel you come with my cock buried in that pretty little cunt--”

You whimper, throwing your head to the side and letting a cry out into the pillow like a mewl. Toji would be mad that you’d stifled the cute little noise, if the sight of you submissively showing him your neck (one of your softest parts) hadn’t scratched an itch for dominance inside of him – and if the feel of your body clenching and pulsating around his cock wasn’t currently finally pushing him over the edge, making him judder his hips against you as he shoots rope after rope of his come directly inside of you.

Your shoulders are heaving with the effort of the orgasm that’s still ricocheting through you, your toes curling, your body clenching and soaking Toji’s cock with your orgasm. You don’t even realise he’s come inside of you until he pulls out slightly and you wince at the feel of that same come, his load far too thick and full to not have a bit of it trickling out of your stretched hole. Toji admires the look of it; darkened from his persistent thrusts, your syrupy slick mixing with the thick pearly white of his seed.

“Y-you came inside me,” you say, your voice half-clogged with the tears that are still glistening on your cheeks (a low pulse of heat in his groin. His refractory period has always been short – and with a cute little thing like you in his bed, who can blame him for wanting to fuck you again almost immediately?). “I—I don’t even know your name--”

Oh, shit. He’d quite forgotten. He knows yours from the girl in the bar (that already feels like a lifetime ago). He can hear the uncertainty in your voice, the kind of confusion that seems to say ‘good girls don’t do this, I would never do this, who is this stranger wearing my skin with a man’s come making their thighs sticky?’. It’s part of the process of breaking that Toji loves so much.)

“Sure did, darlin’,” he says, absent-mindedly scooping some of the come that’s oozed out of you and pressing it back inside. He wins a whimper for that, one that’s definitely not ‘stop’. “You’re still so sensitive.”

If you notice he doesn’t give you his name in response to your question, you don’t say anything. As his fingers gently circle your entrance again, as his hand brushes your thigh and you shiver, he sees that you unconsciously spread your legs even further apart for his explorations. Oh, you’re so cute.

One lone finger, gently grazing your clit, makes your hips jerk, your voice break in a way that’s all needy. You look at Toji through those tear-darkened eyes, your lips bitten to puffiness, your lipstick and mascara and eyeliner all messed up on your face from crying and biting your lip and drooling. Adorable. Girls like you always look best like this, their polish scuffed when Toji’s taken them to bed and stripped away all of their defences.

Girls like you, Toji always manages to get to move their hips against his ministrations. He always manages to have them gasp, whimper, break--

You’re not the first one in his bed, and you probably won’t be the last. But as he grins at you and asks;

“Well, sweetheart. I’ll give you a choice. Y’wanna take a shower and I’ll call you a cab or somethin’ and you can head off home? Or,” he drops his voice low, drags his eyes over your prone form, brushes his lips over your stomach. They flutter against the soft skin, his breath a hot wash that makes goose flesh prickle all over you. “Y’wanna spend the night?”

And you bite your lip before nodding, nervously running your hand through his hair, your body near trembling with need--

Well. As he asks that and you answer, he really does think you might be his favourite one ever.

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here are some of my Nico headcanons that nobody asked for!!

He collects things. Not just Mythomagic stuff like he did as a kid, but cool shells, and rocks, and weird glass figurines that everyone else thinks are terrifying, and books. He’s got them in jars or lined up on shelves and he just has so many things (Because for so long he had so few things that actually belonged to him that didn’t have to serve a very clear purpose, so now he just wants to keep whatever he’d like)

He reads SO much as an adult. A lot of it is nonfiction because he’s trying to catch up on what happened in the world while he was pulled out of it, but a lot of fiction too (not really fantasy though, that’s too close to home) and a lot of poetry. He can recite poems from memory and will just randomly quote them sometimes and it should be pretentious but it isn’t and his friends think it’s amazing (cue dramatically saying "till love and fame to nothingness do sink" anytime he's told he has to wait) (Also, he will rant about why Ted Hughes sucks at any point in time)

I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again!! He is a Dungeon Master! He’s got a binder for all the notes for his current campaign and a notebook for ideas and special highlighters and pens that he only uses for D&D. Also, dice are definitely one of the things he collects and he keeps them in those clear, plastic bead containers with dividers and they’re sorted by number of faces and also ~vibes~ (for example, do a backflip D20 and life or death D20)

leather jacket Nico di Angelo? seen, respected, and appreciated. CARDIGAN Nico di Angelo? underrated! He has a couple oversized cardigans with buttons and big pockets that he adores. The first one he ever had he definitely stole from Will but now, whenever he comes across another similar one, he buys it. The pockets are filled with rocks and worn, mass-market paperbacks and pens. (Basically, I’m leaning hard into English Major Nico with his annotated books and glasses and cardigans) (Also, cardigan Nico and flannel Will but sometimes they swap)

He definitely cuts his own hair in the bathroom and he's gotten very good at it. He's had a range of haircuts, from long hair to a mullet to the shaved sides and fluffy top, but he always ends up back with a shaggy mop that Hazel likes to put little braids in (or sometimes pull the very back of it into two little pigtails) and with bangs that always end up in his eyes.

Sorry to reiterate the same point that's been made forever, but his wardrobe is pretty dark-toned. Obviously black, but he does like a good jewel tone, perhaps a maroon or an emerald. Anything really bright was either a gift or belongs to Will someone else. Also, gendered clothing means nothing to him. He wears what he wants to wear and he thinks it's cool as hell when he's wearing a skirt while sparring and it flares out dramatically as he twirls.

He's kind of picked up modern slang but he also uses a lot of slang from pretty much every decade he missed. It's also a 50/50 chance he's using it incorrectly. (examples include: 1) Leo says something that is definitely supposed to be funny and Nico stares at him, utterly emotionless, and says "Gag me with a spoon" in an alarmingly monotone voice, and 2) Anytime he says something snarky to Jason or Percy he starts it with "hey bestie..." and honestly, they're both just touched Nico called them "bestie" at all)

He adores Studio Ghibli movies and can be found humming the Ponyo theme song anytime he goes swimming (Will standing on the shore, looking around for Nico and he eventually spots him in the water. He wades out to Nico, all sunglasses that shouldn't look so cool and golden hair and chest, and just greets him with "Hey there, Neeks, how's my fishie in the sea?" and Nico can't decide if he wants to drown himself or kiss Will on his stupid mouth)

Speaking of movies, shortly after the Giant War, all of his friends (the Seven, Reyna, Will, probably Lou Ellen and Cecil, too) showed up at his cabin with blankets and snacks. They each brought their favorite movie or movies they think he needs to see to catch him up on the modern age. At first, he acts disgruntled that they're all there but he very quickly settles into the blanket fort Annabeth constructs and is quietly very grateful and excited that they cared enough to do this for him. They're all holed up in his cabin for a full day until they've finished every movie. (Percy brought Finding Nemo, Annabeth brought Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, Piper brought Scott Pilgrim vs The World, Jason brought Captain America: The First Avenger (and Nico definitely says "that's gay" when Steve and Bucky say there "Until the end of the line" shit and everybody absolutely loses their minds), Hazel also is behind on movies but she brought either a very scary movie or Moana, Frank brought A New Hope (though he considered Brother Bear), Will brought Spirited Away, Cecil brought Back to the Future, and Lou Ellen brought The Princess Bride)

He can play the piano! He gets a piano for the Hades cabin and on nights where he can't sleep and the nightmares are really bad, he plays piano.

He will cry if he hears I Will by Mitski or Wasteland, Baby by Hozier, for different reasons but also kind of not (he wants to be loved)

Also, Nico and Dionysus being buddies! Nico jokingly says he'll host a bacchanal if Dionysus excuses him from certain camp activities and that's how Nico and friends end up wearing togas around a campfire, all very hesitantly holding cups of wine they aren't actually going to drink. It is definitely not a bacchanal, it's just a bad toga party (barely) but Dionysus accepts it and decides Nico is a Good One.

(Yes I did very badly make this stupid meme that somebody has definitely made a variation of before)

This is definitely not a complete list of headcanons but it's what I've got so far!

#nico di angelo #nico di angelo headcanon #pjo #will solace #solangelo #headcanons #heroes of olympus

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