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uravichii · 1 year

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* ੈ✩‧₊* you fell first, but bakugo katsuki fell harder

notes: pls idk what this is ive literally never written anyth like this but ive always wanted to write a fic w/ this prompt,, also im thinking of doing an angst version of this 🤩

genre: fluff, lovesick bakugo + reader flirts w/ him a lot, childhood friends to lovers, tw: BARELY PROOFREAD ‼️

bakugo katsuki doesn't know anyone who annoys him more than you do.

he doesn't believe he's gotten this far in one piece when he's been stuck with someone like you since childhood. there's something infuriating about the way you tug on the strap of his school bag when both you and his mother are insisting that you walk to school together in the morning. it's even more infuriating when he doesn't know what in the world is fluttering in his chest and churning in his stomach when you start tugging on his sleeve instead.

bakugo katsuki has no idea why and when exactly he started doing it, but now his blood boils watching that dorky smile on your face while he carries your bag to school every morning and on the way home too.

"katsuki." you playfully bump your shoulder against his arm and grin, "you love me, don't you?"

"i'm doing this 'cuz you look like a fucking camel with this bulky ass bag of yours." he scowls, trying to ignore the tiny, tingling spark he felt on the fleck of his skin that met yours for a single second. "what hell is even in this, rocks?"

"is your back hurting? let me give you a back massage then. c'mon, take off your shirt and lie down."

he grimaces, a flush of scarlet spreading from his cheeks to the tip of his ears.

"what?" you chuckle. "you know we've seen each other naked before, right? remember when we used to take baths together as children? i even let you touch my-"

"shut the fuck up, l/n."

it's maddening how easily you fluster him, like it's your second nature. a teasing remark and a single wink, and he's all over the place. all he can do is click his tongue and walk straight ahead of you (though occasionally looking back if you're still with him)

bakugo katsuki tries to counter your flirty remarks. he can do better, he swears he can. a multitude of emotions takes over him when he sees a sliver of your underwear peeking through your clothes. his cheeks flush and his nails bury into his palmsー partly from the thoughts racing relentlessly in his head, and partly out of wrath for anyone who would dare to ogle you or loudly point it out to the whole room.

he stands protectively close behind you like a guard dog, obstructing anyone even a glimpse. he speaks in a low voice you didn't know he was even capable of, his breath grazing your skin. "oi. nice underwear." once again, he's annoyed to the brim hearing that faint tremble in his words.

he's relieved and all the same, flustered, watching you realize and immediately fumbling with your clothes, but no matter how many attempts, no matter how much he swears he can be a match to you and your teasing nature,

"nice? i'll let you borrow if you like it that much then."

you are the only losing game bakugo katsuki has ever been in.

what annoys him even more is that for some reason, he's able to bare his soul to you, in spite of the sheer ugliness, the cruelty of it, and the pathetic, endless heaps of insecurities overflowing from him.

he presses his palms against his face in a futile attempt to muffle out his angry sobs. you brush a hand over his heaving shoulder, "it's gonna be okay, katsuki. i promise." when he doesn't flinch nor pulls away, you gently coax him into a light embrace, your torsos barely touching yet emitting such intoxicating and soothing heat onto each other.

"the fuck are you crying for?" he snaps, confused and concerned as to why you're suddenly sniffling with him.

"i know, it's stupid." you hug him tighter. "i swear i'm not making this about me. i justー i wish i knew how to make you feel better."

'annoying,' he thinks as he hugs your waist and buries his tear-stained face into the crook of your neck. "i'm going to kill you if you tease me about this tomorrow, l/n."

"hey, i don't do that." you whisper comfortingly despite the threat. "you know i won't."

he knows you won't.

most of all, it gets on bakugo katsuki's nerves the most when he remembers you've had genuine, actual romantic feelings for him since you were children, and it's not just fickle banter and incessant flirting here and there.

"shit. your fever's still high." he mutters, pressing his large palm on your forehead. it astounds both of you how it almost covers your whole face. mindlessly, he shifts his palm sweetly to your cheek, tucking in any stray hair out of your face. what in the world have you done to have him wrapped around your little finger like this? you have him buying you medicine and checking your temperature with pure and utter concern, feeding you food he cooked specially for your taste, and holding your perfect little hand just because you asked him to.

"thanks for taking care of me, katsuki."

"you're a pain in the ass, l/n."

katsuki anticipates another joke or a flirty remarkー something about ass most likely, but then you look up at him, widely staring, and you speak in the steadiest voice you could muster, "am i really?"

he doesn't answer.

"can i tell you something?" you continue. there's a pang in katsuki's chest when you slide your hands off of his. "i like you, katsuki. i still do after all these yearsー"

"shut up. that's your fever talking"

"no, this is just me talking. even if i wake up tomorrow and don't remember anything i said to you today, i'll probably end up saying the same thing again someday, and my feelings won't have changed at all."

steering clear of your eyes, katsuki starts rearranging the stacks of medicine on your nightstand and adjusting your blanket when your frail hand latches onto his wrist.

"i just need to know if you're actually uncomfortable with me or if i have absolutely no chance at all, then i'll stop. i'll distance myself from you even. if that's what you want."

he would never forgive you nor himself for it.

you laugh weakly and continue, "and then maybe i'll just date todoroki or somethingー"

"fuck it." he hisses. he swings the blanket over your face so he won't have to bear your gaping eyes when he spits out, "dumbass, i do like you. don't ever do that, jesus."

there's half a minute of silence between you, him still distraught over the mere image of you and todoroki, and you still buried in the blanket, sinking everything in. you pull the sheet slowly until your eyes peek out. it's unbelievely annoying, again, how fucking adorable you are, katsuki thinks.

"you do? since when?" you ask in a tiny voice that will echo in his mind for the rest of the day, he knows it.

"does it matter?"

"no?" you pull the blanket over yourself again.

and then another minute of agonizing silence.

"katsuki?"

"what? you need anything?"

"yeah. kind of."

"what is it?" he starts to panic a little, "tell me." your fever completely slipping his mind in the heat of the moment.

"can you tell me you like me again when i get better? i have a feeling i'll remember this is a fever dream, then i won't stop talking about it to you, and it'll be so embarrassing."

his mouth quirks up into a smirk. "how about this," he pulls the blanket off you and leans slowly, your cheeks flushing even hotter. he brushes his hand against your forehead and gently presses a kiss, his heart in shambles when he catches brief sight of you shutting your eyes tight. "i like you."

you open them again to see a devilish smirk on his face, except it's noticeably much softer than the usual one he wears. he kisses your cheek next, inhaling your scent as he presses his lips against your warm skin, "i like you."

you're a whole mess now. it's the feverish heat spreading across your cheeks as his hand makes its way to yours under the blanket, the close proximity of bakugo katsuki, his scent, the immense heat that gets you dazed and hitches your breath when he props his forehead onto yours. it's the years of closeness and familiarity you've always shared with him, now blooming into something more, like a flower that has just learned to face the sun and bask in the sweet, easy morning air.

"i like you." he says again. maybe he is a match for you after all. "if it's the only way to shut you up. i'll tell it over and over again."

you fell first. bakugo katsuki fell harder, much harder. seeing you escape under the blanket again and squealing when he tries to pull it back down, he doesn't remember what is it that he found so terrifying in falling in love with you.

it's you, after all, isn't it? the most annoying little shit he's always loved.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo fluff #bnha fluff #mha fluff #bakugo x you #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #bakugo katsuki headcanons #bakugo headcanons #bakugo katsuki x you #bnha imagines #mha imagines #bakugo katsuki imagines

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illubean · 2 months

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Could I get headcanons for Feitan, Illumi, Leorio, and Chrollo falling for gn!reader who by all means seems like a strong, nuturing, emotionally stable individual but every once in awhile casually says or does smthin that makes people go "Oh you're a little fuckin nuts, actually"

(e.x.: Most of their D.I.Y. furniture is made of different kinds of bone, morbidly interested in the more gorey parts of their jobs, probably works in a field that allows them to be around the dead often like a taxidermist or a mortitian, highkey just unabashashedly a morbid little freak™️ whenever it comes up naturally in conversation but otherwise comes across as just an attentive lil guy you could bring home the average parents would love.)

HXH Men with a Morbid!S/o

Characters: Leorio Paladaknight, Illumi Zoldyck, Chrollo Lucilfer, Feitan Portor Type: Headcanons, Gn!reader

this is so me

Warnings: dead things and body parts and stuff

Leorio Paladaknight

being an aspiring doctor, Leorio thought that your knowledge on both human and animal anatomy was pretty useful

at first he didn't think much about your job and just assumed you were some type of doctor or biologist or something

he often asks you questions as he studies and you're a pretty good tutor

the first time Leorio realized you were kinda weird is when one day you were walking down the street and saw some roadkill

and you were like "aww too bad, the skin and bones are too damaged to harvest"

and you kept walking like it was normal while he was like ?!!??!?

or you guys were having a normal conversation and you say something like

"if you died i'd taxidermy you and re-articulate your skeleton so you'd be with me forever <3"

1 taxidermizing humans is illegal and 2 WHAT

he is cold sweating wtf did he get himself into

when he comes to your house for the first time and sees a bunch of bones, animal skins and wet specimens he damn near passes the fuck out

how do you just casually have dead things and remains around your house!?

AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU MADE YOUR COFFEE TABLE OUT OF CAMEL BONES?

he is freaking the fuck out and you're just like "dw everything is ethically sourced :D"

yeah he thinks you're a freak and he is too fearful to break up with you ever (not like he was planning to anyways)

Illumi Zoldyck

whatever drew Illumi to you had to have been some type of power

aside from that power, to Illumi you were relatively normal and had a good grip on your emotions which made you a perfect candidate

that being said he could care less what your job was, you'd just end up working for or with him eventually

when he started bringing you around the estate, you often sought out their guard dog Mike and Illumi couldn't think of why

that is until you came back one day with a human femur and bright smile on your face

"... where did you even get that?" "From one of Mike's victims. If I collect enough I could make a whole set of bar stools!"

he blinked at you and chose to ignore your statement

i mean, to each their own am i right?

so you have ah hobby, big deal

Illumi just thinks you're pretty normal personality wise until you randomly but casually drop information about what you do in your free time or have in your home

so now whenever he has a job Illumi calls you in for cleanup

you get to do.... whatever it is you do and there's no evidence of a dead body left behind, it's a win win

Chrollo Lucilfer

he couldn't care less what your job is because it's probably not worse than his 😭

he didn't really notice anything "morbid" about you until he asked about your jewlery

you wore things like resin caster bug pendants or bird skull earrings and stuff

he just assumed they were fake and you bought them because they looked badass

but then you told him you make it all YOURSELF

he is intrigued

he doesn't really question you past that because you were probably buying the bones and stuff somewhere (spoiler alert you're not)

what really caused him to think was when you casually just picked up a dead rat off the floor in some abandoned building you were exploring and suck it in your pocket

bro was so confused

"What do you need that for?" "To make a new necklace :3"

yeah now he knows that your odd taste in jewelry goes deeper than just that

he won't judge you though, if anything you're a better person than he is considering you don't kill things yourself

he is literally a murderer and a thief and has committed like 3467633788 crimes so he couldn't judge even if he wanted to

so now when he sees dead animals and what not he bags them up and brings them to you

he likes to sit in on your cleaning and making process

you seem like a perfectly normal and sweet person to everyone else but Chrollo knows about your freaky little hobby and it just makes him like you even more

Feitan Portor

I feel like for you and Feitan to even be acquainted you have to be part of the troupe

whatever you do outside of it is your business

buttttttt since you are his s/o and Feitan is probably homeless he crashes wherever you are

thus him finding out about your hobby and other job

out of everyone on this list he is the most interested

he too is a morbid little freak

he goes with you to find things and will help you with the cleaning/taxidermy or whatever process if you let him

what he doesn't understand though is why you don't just kill the things you want instead of hunting for already dead things

sometimes he will go catch like a squirrel or something and bring it back to you like a cat and tell you he found it like that

Fei baby. No the fuck you didn't

after doing what you're doing for so long you can tell what caused an animal to die but you wouldn't tell him that

he's just so cute and wants to be supportive of your hobby <3

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manyworldsofdarkness · 5 months

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Vampire: The Masquerade Clans as Dracula Flow quotes

Assamite/Banu Haquim: “Fuck it. I ate the opp.”

Brujah: “I can’t wait to curb stomp you in these ugly ass Rick Owens shoes.”

Caitiff: “I got my DNA test back. Turns out I’m a 100% HIM-alayan.”

Followers of Set/Ministry: "I threw diamonds on the stage at the strip clubs under the great pyramids. I've pushed a camel through the eye of the needle. This shit ain’t nothing to me, man.”

Gangrel: “I’m a dog. I’m bitin’ the fart bubbles in the bath.”

Giovanni/Hecata: “I have the blueprint to the catacombs.”

Lasombra: “Last guy who ran off from the pack got choked out by some Givenchy gloves. The last thing he ever saw was the price tag on them. Slowly fading into darkness and I let the Archangels take him.”

Malkavian: “Opps was talkin’ crazy. Shot him in the mouth.”

Nosferatu: “they needed a stealth soldier so I put my hands on the hibachi hot plate at Benihana and burned my fucking finger prints off. They will not find me. Kon'nichiwa you little ‘git.”

Ravnos: “I sold crack to myself.”

Salubri: “What the fuck is Obamacare? Hey Obama, I don’t care about shit.”

Thin-Bloods: “I’m smokin’ lizard taint.”

Toreador: “My diamonds come from the most horrific situation possible.”

Tremere: “Boy ran off with a Banjo Kazooie. I had to cast a spell on that motherfucker.”

Tzimisce: “Caught a broke boy tryna come up on my Amazon package, so I skinned his ass alive. AAAHHH!”

Ventrue: “If I had a dollar for every time they said I gave a shit, I’d be broke ‘cuz I don’t give a shit.”

#vampire: the masquerade #meme

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babybluebex · 1 year

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italy calling: part three | joseph quinn x fem!reader

summary: part three of three! your time with joe in livorno comes to a tearful end, but, when you return home to london, can you be trusted not to find joe? and can he be trusted not to find you? pairing: joseph quinn x fem!reader (rpf - don't like, don't read) tags: ANGST, lots of crying, but it's sweet, i promise, brief mention of smut word count: 3.4k author's note: since @icallhimjoey is BULLYING me to post this early, i am. everyone say "thank you joey". thank you all so much for your support on this fic, it truly means the world to me. i love you guys, and enjoy the last part!

The rest of the week passed in the blink of an eye. You spent nearly every second with Joe, either laid up in bed or out exploring the streets, and you adored it. He was gentle and kind, though still a cheeky little bloke— at dinner, his hand would teasingly slide between your thighs, only to stay there and not progress, or he would kiss you hard and grin at you when you chased him back into another kiss. You maintained the rules, stopping yourself from texting Lily or Googling him multiple times, abstaining in favor of cuddling and talking. He had so many stories, and he could have regaled you all day if you let him, and you often did.

All too soon, though, Friday came. You sat in Joe’s bed as you watched him pack— you had offered to help him, but he declined, saying that it was something that he needed to do for himself. He seemed to be taking it hard, his brow drawn and mumbling under his breath as he gathered up his things. He scratched his head and sighed, and he looked at you sort of helplessly.

“What’s wrong?” you asked. He had a habit of employing big, wet puppy-dog eyes on you when he wanted something, usually a bite of your pasta or a kiss, but you could tell that this was something different. “Joe?”

He came to you and laid down, settling his head in your lap, and your fingers started to card through his curls. “This has been the best week of my life,” he whispered. “I don’t want it to end.”

“Me neither,” you admitted. “I… I’m gonna miss you.”

“I’ll miss you so much,” Joe whispered. He took your hand into his and gently stroked your palm with his thumb, and he added, “This just isn’t fair. I find the perfect girl, and I have to leave her in Italy.”

“You don’t have to leave me,” you offered. “We could keep in touch after you get home.”

“No, no,” Joe whispered quickly. “It’s better if we keep it like this. I couldn’t ask you to join me and… My life is messy, love, and you wouldn’t want any part of it.”

“Yes, I do,” you said, hot tears pricking at your eyes and threatening to spill. You sniffled, and you said, “If it meant I had you.”

“It’s constant, with me,” Joe said. “You’d constantly be scrutinized, everyone would have an eye on you at all times, everything that’s private suddenly isn’t anymore. Is that the sort of life you want?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” you asked. “Why would any of that happen? Joseph, darling, I’d do anything for you, but where in the world did you get that?”

Joe sat up, his puppy-dog eyes locked on yours with a new intensity, one that made your skin crawl uncomfortably. “I have to tell you something,” he said. “After everything, you deserve to know who I am.”

“I know who you are,” you told him, taking his hands into yours. “You’re Joe. You like cheesy bread and long walks at sunset and smoking after I blow you, and you hate when people are rude and when I get picky about olives. You have a brother and a sister, your best friend’s name is Wesley, you only smoke Camels and use a pink lighter, you’re ticklish on your left side, you’re insecure about your stomach— Joseph, I know you.”

“But that’s not enough,” Joe said. “I’m more than that, there’s more important stuff to know about me.”

“I don’t care,” you told him. “You said at the start of this that you didn’t want me to know, and I'm not going to break that promise, and I’m… I’m okay with that. It’s like you said, we wouldn’t work at home, we only work here.”

Joe pressed his lips together as he thought, and he finally said, “Alright. I guess this is it, then. Give me your phone.”

“Why?” you asked, though you fished your phone out of the bedsheets and passed it to him anyway.

“I’m deleting myself,” Joe told you. He tapped at your phone, swiping and deleting the text conversation, then went to your phone app and deleted every call that you had made to him from your call history. Then, he went to the contacts folder, found himself (still listed under Italy Joe), and deleted it. “No chance of you finding me now. No trace of me left.”

“Give me yours,” you said, and Joe did the same, pulling his phone from his jacket pocket and handing it to you, and you went through the same motions, deleting your texts and calls and contact. Your heart ached at the sight of your name in his phone— your name with a heart next to it— but, before you gave him his phone back, you opened up the camera, and you tugged Joe close to you. “Maybe you can’t contact me,” you started, snapping a picture of both of you. “But you can remember me.”

Joe turned and kissed you without a second thought, and you snapped another picture before you set down his phone and kissed him back. You finally let your tears fall, and you whimpered as Joe broke the kiss. He softly kissed your cheeks and eyelids, collecting your tears on his lips, and you tugged him close and held him tightly. “I’ll never forget you,” he told you. “I love you.”

You shook your head, your frown growing. “No, you don’t,” you told him. “You love me in Italy. At home, I’m messy and boring, and I don’t do anything except watch television and go to bed early.”

“Then, I’d love nothing more than to be messy and boring with you,” Joe chuckled lightly. “I love you, darling, and location won’t change that.”

“It’s your rule, my love,” you told him. “No finding each other. We obeyed every other rule, please just… Don’t ruin this. Don’t let this be tarnished by the end. Everything was beautiful, and it’ll end when you leave in a few minutes, and-and that part of our lives will be over, and we’ll be okay with it. Because we have no other choice.”

Joe nodded gently, and he said, “One more kiss, love.”

You indulged him, softly pressing your lips to his, and he kissed you with all of the love and softness that he had in his body. This man loved you, and you loved him, and you were about to lose him. And you were okay with that. He was only meant for the short time you were in Livorno, and now that was over. But it broke your heart so thoroughly that you actually felt pain in your chest. When you broke the kiss, you only had one request: “Tell me your name.”

“Quinn,” he said in an instant. “My name is Joseph Anthony Francis Quinn.” He would give you the shirt off of his back on a regular day, but it seemed as if your parting had broken his will down to nothing. Before, he had faffed about and not given you even his surname, but now…

“Joseph,” you sniffled. “Joey… Your flight leaves soon.”

“I can get another one,” Joe whispered. “I can stay here for another day or so.”

“Darling, you have to go,” you told him. “Your life awaits.”

Joe kissed you one last time, and he took his phone from your hand, moving to zip up his luggage. He didn’t say much as he led you out of the hotel room, letting the door close softly behind you, and he gave you a tight hug, breathing into your neck and having your scent one last time. “I guess this is goodbye,” you whispered, and Joe gave a shaky breath.

“Not ‘goodbye’,” he said. “‘See you later’, maybe. We’ll see each other again.”

“But not on purpose,” you reminded him. “No finding me.”

“As long as you don’t find me,” Joe said, and you nodded.

When you got back to your hotel room, you felt empty. You were hungry, but you didn’t feel like eating. You were tired, but the bed was too big and lonely. You had hardly been in your hotel room all week, and it looked sad and deserted. Joe’s light was gone. You needed to go home.

But first, you called Lily. “Babe!” she exclaimed as she answered the phone. “Oh my God, how is Italy? I’ve hardly heard from you!”

“It’s fine,” you said. “I met a guy.”

“Ooh!” Lily said. “Tell me about him.”

“I…” you started. “I think I know him. His name sounded familiar, and I think maybe we know each other somehow.”

“What’s his name?” Lily asked. “Let me Google him, maybe I can find his LinkedIn or something—“

“No, no,” you said quickly. “Part of the deal of the fling was that we don’t find each other afterwards. Googling is forbidden.”

“Oh,” Lily sighed. “That sucks. Why did you agree to that?”

“Because I didn’t realize how I would feel at the end,” you said. “Lil, I had a-a whirlwind romance, one of those kinds you only read about. I love him and he loves me, but that’s over now. We were only meant to work in Italy, and I’m okay with that.”

“Your voice is all shaky,” Lily noted. “You don’t seem okay with it.”

You sighed, and your throat tightened as your tears fell. “I’m coming home,” you whispered.

“What?” Lily asked. “Your flight doesn’t leave until Sunday night.”

“I’m coming home now,” you said. “I can’t be here without him. I’ll cancel that flight and get the next flight back to London.”

“If that’s what you want,” Lily whispered. “Pop ‘round my place when you get back, I need to hear all about your guy.”

The weeks passed slowly. After coming home from Italy, nothing seemed right anymore. Your flat was sad too, not even having been touched by Joe’s presence and still feeling the effects of his withdrawal. Your plants were wilting, your bed was too hard, everything was skewed and wrong. Where you used to be content going to work and coming home and watching TV, you suddenly found yourself searching for more.

You started going to coffee shops after work, sitting and reading and trying to enjoy the bustle of people and tourists around you. You had gotten a copy of Joe’s favorite book and tried to read the poetry, but every word made you think of him. Everything reminded you of him. You couldn’t believe that you had been so stupid as to send him away home without so much as getting a picture for yourself. Even three weeks out, already, the image of him in your mind was beginning to fade— everything but his eyes.

You tried to enjoy yourself more, the way Joe would have wanted you to. You dressed up with Lily and went to girl’s night and you went to nightclubs, but none of it was the same. You remembered in Italy, how, one night, Joe had taken you back to the nightclub where you met and danced with you. He was an awful dancer and it had made you laugh endlessly, though you weren’t much better, but you had found your rhythm with his arms around you, swaying to the music. That night had ended with room service ravioli and cigarettes on his balcony, wrapped in bedsheets and trying to keep quiet as he knelt down and ate your cunt, and you frowned as you remembered it. There was nobody like your Joe.

Somehow, you resisted the urge to look for him. You hadn’t told Lily his name so that she couldn’t do it either, but you remembered it: Joseph Anthony Francis Quinn. Every day, you wanted to Google that and see what would come up, but you never did, and you were thankful that you didn’t. Even if you found him, there was nothing that said that he would want to see you. Even though he had said that he loved you, that meant nothing. He easily could have had a million reasons why he didn’t want to expand your relationship past Italy. Maybe he didn’t want to fool with long-distance either. Maybe he even had a girlfriend waiting for him at home. There was no telling why he had made that rule, and, even though you tried to pretend that it was blasé and you didn’t care, you cared immensely.

You held your chin in your hand as you gazed out the window of the coffee shop, watching the London afternoon go by. It was rainy, and umbrellas passed by every second, but your eyes went past them, unfocused as you thought. The next day was a deadline, and you weren’t quite finished with your load of work yet, but you knew that you could finish it tomorrow before noon, before that deadline, but you still sat and worried about it. You chewed on your thumbnail and played with a bit of skin on your lip, and you watched as a man in a suit walked by.

You saw plenty of men in suits in London, but this one was different. The suit was a sort of warm beige-brown color, and his pants didn’t fit quite right, a little too long and brushing the rain-slick pavement. He wore a white shirt underneath, unbuttoned two buttons down, silver chain on his freckled neck. He had his phone in his hand, looking down as his wired headphones jumped and clacked with each step, and he finally stopped and looked up at the sign of the coffee shop.

Your heart stopped in your chest, and you jumped in shock. Joe. There was no way. It was impossible. Joe could not be standing in front of you right now. How did the universe orchestrate this? His hair was styled now, pushed back off of his forehead with product, golden-brown curls that you couldn’t help but adore, and his eyes scanned the sign before dropping back down to look through the window. It took him a moment, but those dark eyes found you, and he stood still, his chest heaving as you locked eyes. Slowly, he tugged his other earbud out and held them in his fist, and he gave you a gentle little wave.

You shot out of your seat and gathered up your bag, and you hurried out to meet him. The world flew by you, and your chest tightened as you stepped out into the drizzle and into Joseph’s warm arms, mashing your face into his neck. He smelled good, like expensive cologne, and you laughed as Joe held you tightly, rocking back and forth with the might of his embrace. “How…?” you started, your voice cracking, and you pressed your cheek harder into his skin, clawing at his back to get him closer. “How did you—“

“I couldn’t help myself,” Joe told you. “I went into my data carrier’s call log and found your number, and I Googled it, and I found you. I really just did it so I could see your face again, I really didn’t intend to come find you, but then I found your Instagram, and I saw your post about this place, and-and this cafe really isn’t that far from my flat, and I thought maybe being near you would be enough, and—”

“I can’t believe it’s you,” you whimpered. “Joe!”

“Are you mad?” Joe asked, his lips touching your ear.

“No,” you told him. “So, wait, you mean to tell me that you’re from London? You’ve been right under my nose this whole time?”

“Born and raised,” Joe chuckled. He pulled out of the embrace, smoothing his hand across his hair, and he said, “I could hardly believe my luck when I saw that you lived here too. I mean, London is huge, but also incredibly small, I can’t believe we haven’t run into each other before— Whatever. Do you… Erm… Did you keep up your end of the bargain?”

You nodded. “And I really wanted to Google you too,” you whined. “My friend wanted me to so badly, she wanted to find your LinkedIn profile or whatever.”

“So, you have no idea who I am?” Joe asked.

“And I don’t care who you are,” you told him. “You could be the King of England, and you’d still be my sweet boy.”

Joe chuckled. “You might want to sit down,” he said nervously.

“You’re not royalty, are you?” you asked. Without a thought, you sat down at one of the little wire tables, drenched in rain water, and Joe knelt down next to you, taking your hand into his. “Because I don’t think that I can handle being, like, a prince’s consort or whatever.”

“I’m not royalty,” Joe chuckled softly. “I… If I just tell you, you’ll never believe me. Google my name.”

Slowly, you pulled out your phone and did as he asked you. You couldn’t even begin to type his last name before it was autofilled for you, and you looked at him with wide eyes before you clicked on it with a shaking finger.

Articles. Interviews. Pictures of him on red carpets. Modeling campaigns. Dior. Valentino. GQ Man of the Year. Netflix. HBO. Your head began to swim, and you set your phone down. “Okay,” you started. “So, you’re, like, super famous.”

“To my chagrin,” Joe joked softly, although you got the impression that it wasn’t much of a joke. “But you see why I didn’t want you to know.”

“Yeah, I get it,” you said hazily.

“I’m lucky that no fans wanted a picture when we were out together,” Joe said softly. “That would have ruined my whole anonymity thing.”

“Why did you hide that?” you asked. “This is— Joseph. This is a huge thing to keep secret. Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“You remember my ex?” Joe asked. “The one I told you about, the one who used me? I needed to be sure that you wouldn’t do the same, and you proved to me that that sort of thing doesn’t matter to you. You’re not superficial or shallow, you don’t care about fame or status, you liked me for me. You were happy with regular old Joe, and I don’t get people like that anymore. You were— you are— a breath of fresh air, and I wanted to keep breathing you. So, you can leave me be, if you want, you can turn away from all of that and keep living the life that you have. I wouldn’t blame you, I wish I still had this sort of life, but… Darling, I’ve been suffering without you. Life just isn’t the same. I come home from set, and I imagine what it would be like to come home to you, and I… Fuck. I want you so bad, but it’s your decision to make.”

It certainly was a big decision. But you knew your answer. You had known it since the moment you met Joe, all those weeks ago, in that nightclub in Livorno. You tugged Joe close to you and kissed him, tasting cigarettes on his lips. Italy Joe was no more— now, he was just Joe. “We can make it work,” you told him. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make it work.”

“Good,” Joe smiled. “Cool. Awesome. Erm, do you— Would you like to come—”

“If you’re asking me to come home with you, the answer is yes,” you chuckled. “A million times yes.”

Joe smiled, the sort of smile only movie stars could give, and he stood up, taking your hand in his. “I’m just glad you’re not mad at me,” he said. “I thought you’d be upset about me breaking our rule.”

“We’re about to break all of our rules,” you smiled, and Joe grinned at the insinuation. “I’m not mad at all. I’m just relieved that I wasn’t the one who did it first.”

Joe pulled you into his body as he laughed, and you hugged him tightly, your heart opening up inside your chest. Joe. Your Joe was here, and he wasn’t going to leave. “I love you,” you told him, and Joe kissed you hard, his hands sliding down your body and grabbing your hips, tugging you up on him. It reminded you of your first kiss on the beach, and Joe couldn’t help his smile as he broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours.

“I love you too,” Joe whispered. “I really do.”

“You know this means that we can, like, vacation exclusively in Italy now, right?” you laughed, and Joe did his laugh that you loved, the hearty chuckle from his chest.

“Of course,” Joe said. “I’d want nothing else.”

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Wild Secret Life Guessing

NameMC Spoilers ahead!

All right then! As is tradition, as we get towards the end of a Life Series season, it is time for me to start making predictions about future episodes, mainly so I can look back later and either laugh at myself or feel smug and omniscient. Maybe a bit of both. Last session was absolutely wild and it's clear the Secret Keepers are driving towards the finish, so here's what I think is going to happen in Session 8 and possibly beyond!

There is a better-than-even chance that Session 8 is the last session for Secret Life. Under no circumstances will the game go longer than Session 9. CCs want Christmas off too, after all.

There will be no yellows left by the end of Session 8. The reds will take out all the yellows to secure as many hearts as possible, then turn on one another.

Scar permadies in Session 8. We know he turns red in the session and has an absolute banger of a skin for it. Chaos Scar has been aching to emerge for weeks, and he is finally allowed fully out of his cocoon. Scar will not pay attention to the idea of red tasks directing red violence, he will make his own fun and self-destruct gloriously.

Scar will manage to kill at least once in Session 8.

One of the previous winners will sacrifice themselves in an effort at kingmaking. Nobody really wants to win twice, but they all have their favorites. My money right now is on Scott to let somebody take him down to red for the ten hearts.

Mounders alliance is over in Session 8, and all the members join other groups or go unaligned. Joel and Bdubs will probably hook up with Martyn and become Big Dogs. Pearl might try and join the Cherry Blossoms or even the Big Dogs as well (not being literally red has never stopped her before), or she might go off on her own. Mumbo will remain deceased.

Heart Foundation alliance is over in Session 8. BigB will desert the team and retreat into his base with his excellent new Red skin. Tango and Skizz might stick together, but both of them will be gone by the end of the session.

Cherry Blossom Alliance does not formally dissolve but is functionally over in Session 8. Gem and Impulse both betrayed the alliance last session and Scott and Cleo reinvoked the Widows Alliance, which they have clearly been wanting to do all season. NameMC says all of the Cherries are red by the end of the session and I just don't see a lot of trust remaining there.

Roomies Alliance survives during Session 8. Etho got zombified in Session 7 and still managed to not betray the team, cementing their bond of trust. They are also all still yellow at the start of the session, which means they are all a target. They'll still all get picked off, but not, I think, by one another.

There is a slight possibility that Pearl and Gem do some kind of Thelma and Louise thing involving the camel, but that's based on interpretations of Pearl's Twitter emojis and I don't stand by it.

And the big one: Assuming Session 8 is not the final session, who lives, who dies, who goes on to a Session 9 showdown? Here's my list of Session 8 permadeaths, in decreasing order of likelihood.

Scar

Skizzleman

Tango

Bdubs

Gem

Pearl

Martyn

And my prediction for eventual winner? It's hard to say even now, there are a lot of contenders, but I'm going to say Etho. He's positioned very well at the start of Session 8 for a win, he's got good allies and he's yellow with a lot of hearts left. Plus it would be really dramatic if we get to see whether Bdubs is literally ready to die for him, and you know how I feel about the Drama!

Watch this space, I'll be back next week to analyze how things went and how smart I am. And feel free to use comments or reblogs to tell me how very right or incredibly wrong I am, or to add predictions of your own!

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scopostims · 1 year

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victor stimboard for @cherrypeachypie :•]

[ID: A 3x3 stimboard of 9 GIFs.

GIF 1: A light-skinned person knelt down, scooping sand with their arms into a pile, the sand they're scooping falling on a slight slope towards them.

GIF 2: A robotic hand made of a metal frame pointing it's finger, then curling into an "okay" sign.

GIF 3: A camera pan-over of connected, old west storefronts, a red one labelled "Livery Barn Cafe" and a brown one labelled "Crystal Palace Saloon".

GIF 4: A slowly spinning, red and black roulette wheel.

GIF 5 (center): Victor from "Fallout: New Vegas" standing on a floor with a flashing yellow stripe.

GIF 6: A red poker chip spinning on top of two overlapping playing cards, an ace of clubs and an ace of diamonds.

GIF 7: A moderate-brown skinned person riding a white horse that's running through a desert.

GIF 8: A silver aibo ers-220, a vaguely dog shaped robot sitting up, then laying down on the floor.

GIF 9: Three camels walking through a desert, silhouetted brown due to a dust storm.

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internationalvigilantes · 4 months

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The spitting image of an Operative, Lucy Bell is the Patriots' brawn/comedic straight man, her military competence is rivaled by her physique, as Lucy is the US's first official supersoldier project. Standing over the competition, Lucy's cold exterior can be eroded with a simple conversation, she's not unfriendly of course, and she's certainly not anti-fun, she's anti-nonsense, as nonsense gets in the way of the mission…

Unfortunately for Lucy however, she works for a nonsense country.

Once apart of the Marines (the colloquially named "Devil Dogs"); stationed in Iran during the early days of the Scramble War. The war proved tough for an army of millennium youth, especially for Lucy, so when the US decided it needed an edge, she felt she didn't have many other options. That edge was Operation Project, a CDIA military/propaganda program to create "the perfect supersoldier", and Lucy was the perfect candidate! (as well as its first and only success) As parascience goes, the circumstances that led to Lucy Bell becoming Project One are unrepeatable, but a success she was, and that success made her an easy pick for when the Patriots were founded a year later.

As a marine, Lucy's a field expert extraordinaire, while not adept at overarching strategy, she's incredibly skilled at on-the-clock thinking, perfect for wartime. As a parahuman, Lucy is 7ft tall and can lift up to 4 tons (though she's theoretically capable of lifting up to 6 or more), her stamina and fat storage have also increased dramatically, allowing her to travel without any nourishment for days at a time, much like the noble camel. Like all parahumans though, she has downsides, her excess muscle growth has thinned her skin; giving her a jaundiced appearance and making her prone to sunburn, as well as rendering everything unrelated to her basic health and muscle tissue inert, doctors have called her a simultaneous medical horror and marvel. Her closest living associate is her boyfriend, also former marine Franklin Franklin.

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healthypetsnacks · 3 months

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script-a-world · 2 months

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Submitted via Google Form:

How do I have very similar species in multiple niche climates separated across the world? Like having the equivalent of polar bears both at the North and South Poles? Or having camels in every desert in the world? Basically, the climates in between would be unsuitable unless rhe entire geographical map vastly changed but the resulting isolation might lead to even more changes I'm not going for. I mean in real life we have alpacas in South America, they are related to camels but are also too different than camels that I don't want.

Tex: Migration over many thousands and millions of years.

Polar bears are a type of brown bear (Wikipedia), which exist across Eurasia and through the Bering Strait (Wikipedia). American lions are a distinct species descended from the Eurasian cave/steppe lion (Wikipedia). The Felidae family (AKA cats) and Canidae clade (AKA dogs) both exist in nearly all habitable landforms on the planet. Artiodactyls (AKA even-toed ungulates) and Perissodactylae (AKA odd-toed ungulates) exist, in some variation, on nearly all habitable land and some species also in the ocean (see: cetaceans, whales).

Penguins, interestingly, only exist in the southern hemisphere (Wikipedia). The furthest north they will inhabit is Galápagos Island (Wikipedia).

To put this in perspective, say you have a very large book in your hands that has many, many chapters in it that has nearly all information you can think of in existence. If you want to have a Type A story from it, you would mark out certain chapters and read only those. If you want to have a Type B story from it, you would mark out different chapters than A’s and read only those. This marking and reading of only certain chapters is how genetics works (for the most part, in a reductive sense). If you want a tapir, you will mark the chapters that will assemble a tapir, and read only those. If you want a rhinoceros, you would change, say, the chapters on skin thickness and horn development - both are from the suborder Ceratomorpha, and genetically have minor differences between them.

Genetics is affected by environmental stresses. When, for example, an animal has prey active at night, it will develop nocturnal vision. If an adequate amount of prey shifts from night time to day time, then the animal’s vision will adapt accordingly. Eventually, accumulated adaptations across multiple generations becomes genetic drift, and thus evolution.

This does not mean to say that DNA, RNA, or other reservoirs of inherited experiences will be discarded or disappeared, only that selective environmental pressures will display each generation based upon different stressors. I cannot say for certain that you can turn an alpaca “back into” a camel, but they do have a common ancestor and thus are related by dint of a core, shared genetic code. It’s up to you how much genetic differentiation you have in your species, and how many different environments there are in your world.

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vs120shound · 7 months

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She was hot beyond belief as a teenage smoker from Sweden 7 years ago. Moa Emelia Melin has grown up spectacularly as a model now!

FORMER CRUSH HAS SURE BLOSSOMED AS AN ADULT! (HER OVERDUE DEBUT HERE)

★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ | Four-and-a-Half "Stars"

From vs120shound archives | ★★★★★ (6 total: L)

Dual-Media 13-Pack Megapost!

MOA CHASED A DREAM AND SHE GOT THERE!

When lostlighter23 (first) and vs120shound (as the second attempt) were webpages on YouTube for the web-master/web producer for our brand -- vs120shound, lostlighter23, vs120shound-2, lostlighter23-darkside -- back in the middle of the last decade, "we" had a big-time crush on Moa Emilia here. Smitten. And completely! Those YT pages failed, with no explanations provided upon their demises, and led to reiterations on tumblr several years later. We fell for Moa in 2016 when first discovered on YouTube. She lasted for a brief spell on that platform, fewer than 18 months, and then she was gone -- marching toward adulthood, tackling other challenges. We knew she was a teenager, suspecting 17 or 18 y.o., and then learned as time pased that she was 16 y.o. for her term on YouTube. It was clear that she was interested in a career in fashion modeling. Flash forward: Here she is, at age 23, as a model for several years now. Presence of her smoking habit is no longer apparent. Models are a heavy-smoking crew on the main. No need to speculate. She quit or she still smokes, but perhaps on the sly . . . or it's somewhere in between! Welcome to smoking in the 2020s . . .

. . . well, we can take guesses about her status with cigarettes. But what good would it do us? The information is out there. Only thing that is sure -- or the likelihood approaches 100 percent -- Moa Emelia ain't in the business of cutting SF videos anymore. Any captures of her smoking now would be coincidental, not intentional. And that's fine. Really it is. Never would have imagined after vs120shound on YouTube collapsed that this tumblr deal would come along. SFK was a nice home but it has limitations and positives, too, such as the ability to have more than one video and more than 30 photos within a post, which tumblr cannot accommodate. But we have circumvented the tumblr restrictions with Megaposts! There are several ways to skin a cat, as the tasteless cliché goes (more of a cat fan than a dog lover)! We found the workarounds; we embrace them; we use them; we rely on them for our showcase posts! Back to Moa -- remember her? -- well, she was an extraordinarily beautiful teenager who smoked, Camels it seems were among her favored brands. Sensed that when she matured into her late-teenage years and into her 20s that her gorgeousness would fully evolve. Indeed! We are not disappointed in the least by the photos we found from her IG account and included within our post. Let's see how she fares carrying forward as a model. Wish her luck! It's needed! We thank nihao of SFK for the video whose post with three other videos of her was published on September 9, 2016 on Smoking Fetish Kingdom. Expect to see two or three of them in the future; one has the horizontal framing appearing as vertical yet, although equally as splendid as our Centerpiece clip, that presentation IS disconcerting and would not be our best choice to feature at some point! The other two are gems as well!

Photos of Moa Emelia Melin!

From the video shoot on August 15, 2016 . . .

Updated N-S (non-smoking) photos from Instagram@moaemelia . . .

From September 4, 2023

Two photographs from October 23, 2023

YouTube Videos of Moa!

From YT's "Smoking Livestreams" webpage in 2016 . . .

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sonicasura · 3 months

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Persona 5: Blast Tower Scramble

You can thank this post I stumbled upon for the further ramped up version of 'Peppino being P5 Joker's Dad. Going to get my hand on Antonblast once it comes out so there might be more whacky stuff. Enjoy.

This is similar to my original post but Peppino Spaghetti AND Anton Blast are Ren's parents. I won't go into details about how our boy is born other than it was unexpected with a side of cartoon nonsense. Universe figured might as drop a kid on them like a eldritch troll. Also considering Anton's design is partly based on Oni Masks, there is a personal headcanon that he has some Japanese heritage.

The two definitely had quite an interesting time when it came to raising Ren B(last) Spaghetti. Moles somehow joined the list of animal friends much to Anton's despair. Do know he was an exterminator at the time and the underground dwellers love to mess with him on the job.

Kid Ren said 'Too bad' so Anton has to be friendly to his son's three moles: Chomp, Scratch and A.B (short for Ankle Biter). Peppino was chuckling at the irony in the background cause his husband teased him about the rats/mice/raccoons. Maxxie, Anton's dog, doesn't really care much. Ren is like a Disney Princess but the kind who would sick his animal friends on someone.

Annie is the chaotic aunt to go with Gustavo's responsible uncle schtick. Half of the money in the swear jar is from her. (Anton makes up 38% while Peppino gets the remaining 12%.) She absolutely gave him a small hammer as a little kid and encourage him to whack his Pops Anton on the toes a few times. Or gave Ren enough sugar so he will torture his parents with a sugar rush later before babysitting time is up.

There is going to be further differences with Ren thanks to this change in parents. He looks the same as a human but in toon form, his skin is sheer lobster red. The group honestly thought Ren and his dad were Tengus for a hot second. Both are mischievously destructive after all.

I'm also in the group that supports Anton being demonic headcanon so guess whose half demon! Ren's demon nature had remained dormant for most his life as he never gotten into a situation to flare it awake. Well not for long thanks to Kaneshiro's Palace!

Ren was already feeling shitty and stressed at this point. The Palace of Avarice further eggs him on since Oni type Shadows are a common enemy throughout it so they are extra hostile in a territorial manner to him. Piggytron boss is what breaks the camel's back though.

Ren's demon form definitely takes after how Anton's is usually depicted. (Haven't made my design for him sadly. 🥲) Thick black fluffy fur covering his entire lower half alongside his upper arms, side burns to go along with his now long curly mane around the neck and go down the entire back. Goat hooves replacing his toes while his fingers are replaced for razor sharp claws.

Can't forget the Oni like fangs, serpent like tongue, long spade ending obsidian tail or black with yellow slit eyes. There are differences though as some of Ren's demon form take after Arséne/Satanael. Mainly two pairs of black feathery bat wings and large horns highlighted in glowing red fiery markings.

His friends than just obvious enemies freaked out while Ren is just screaming 'FINALLY' in his head. (The boy been trying to awaken it with some help from his four year old pink little hedgehog sister.) Other than being a 10 ft(human)/12 ft(toon) devil, Ren's personality remains mostly the same except for a touch of very affectionate puppy.

This form isn't restricted by the Velvet Room Contract as it hadn't been awake at the time. Poor Sojiro since Demon Ren is a pouncing hugger when he gets the zoomies and is HEAVY. He's also a cuddler with a steel grip so good luck with that.

Ren's demon heritage does give some credibility to his other world story. It isn't the toon part although Haru still believes him. Speaking of that, Anton wasn't happy either when Ren vanished.

How he disappears is a bit different from the original version. It been out of hatred by someone hates Peppino and Anton so malicious intent remains as the main motive. Ren still punches Shido's lights out alongside camping outside Leblanc.

Anton goes after Satan thinking he's responsible while Peppino is stuck dealing with the events of Pizza Tower. Both reunite at the final Palace in Royal and help beat up Ren's former councilor. Anton is bringing in his hammer from his new demolition job.

The Golden Pizza Cutter is joined with a Silver Hammer which summons the construction worker alongside his coworker Annie. Both are heavy hitters that prioritize in striking large groups and can shatter Physical resistances with their hammer/mace. The Thieves' Den also comes with an additional mode called Ballbreaker.

A combination of Anton's sewer adventure in Anton Ball and the game's Punchball Tournament mode. Though Pops is banned from both. He had a large problem in the past that took time to get rid of. Peppino rather not fix up his pizzeria and ban his husband again.

Anton was definitely ecstatic when he found out Ren gotten his demon form. The two absolutely roughhouse like that, often dragging a reluctant Arséne into the mayhem. It's usually done away from Peppino's Pizzeria as they rather not cause the pizza chef more trouble with repairs. Anton is a bad influence on the Phantom Thieves.

He indulges in the chaotic antics with Johanna, Zorro and Goemon usually reigning him in than just the teenagers. Anton absolutely let them join in on a few shifts at his job cause why not? Getting to wreck old abandoned buildings is a nice stress reliever for humans, half demons and Persona.

Plus he can give Ren his late Christmas present. Considering Anton uses a giant hammer while Annie has a mace, he thought his son deserved his own tool of destruction. Thus Ren becomes the proud owner to a anchor sized pickaxe! Good thing Brulo added an enchantment so he could wield it in his non-toon form.

Rip the Shadows when Ren brings out his new weapon. I don't know what's worse. Being stabbed by a knife, shot in the face, or bludgeon via giant pickaxe. Although all three can happen at the same knowing how much of a chaos agent Ren is.

Anton definitely took meeting the Persona a lot better than Peppino. If he isn't trying to cheat at Tycoon, then he indulges in an game of arm wrestling or pool. No tables were harmed when Anton went against Zorro. (Complete lie as they shattered one to splinters just like that one match with Peppino.)

He loves the insane things the Phantom Thieves get into. Anton got a translated replica of their Calling Cards and figurines from the Thieve's Den Palace Maker. He was over the moon when Futaba gave him a video recording about the time his son summoned a demon lord to kill a god on Christmas Eve.

Overall Anton ramps up the shenanigans into a chaotically explosive cocktail. Hope he doesn't overdo it as Sojiro won't hesitate to ban him from Leblanc. And Coffee Dad is armed with One Shot Medjed for extra incentive.

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the show totally shit the bed w their later depiction of bilquis & anansi btw. the production team kicking anansi’s actor to the curb cuz he advocated for himself & the shitty writing of bilquis being ‘saved’ from her ‘lifestyle of debauchery’. like wtf? SHES LITERALLY A SEX GOD. SHE SUBSISTS OFF SEX? THIS IS LIKE A VAMPIRE NOT DRINKING ANY BLOOD? the oshun plotline was ABYSMAL. the darker skinned overtly sexual jezebel being ‘saved’ by a ls benefactor. lot to unpack. there but a LIGHTSKIN OSHUN ALONE is just. LOL! utterly laughable. when i tell u i was zooted barred up drunk af watching n literally guffawed at this high yella waif playing the supreme orisha of water , of desire, of the erotic. ridiculous. camel shit fr. whoever was responsible for that casting decision should be shamed. itd make more sense for yetide badaki to play oshun & just write bilquis out entirely. not to mention odin macking on demeter & the elevated prominence of the ghost of thor & shadow’s ole lady imo was subconsciously motivated by the implicit bias of the team now that show!shadow was mixed race … u can see it in how they didnt have show shadow grow his hair out & put a pack of dog hair on his head in later seasons like ik i aint crazy

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wonderkat11 · 7 months

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My ideas for Just Dance 2 Animal AU

It’s Raining Men/Lari = Turtle.

TikTok/Kayla = Shiba Inu.

A-Punk/Thomas & Mia = Dog & Cat.

I Got You (I Feel Good)/Benjamin = Kermode Bear.

When I Grow Up/Lady = Flamingo.

Toxic/Ivy = Siamese.

Idealistic/Neona = Bat.

Girlfriend/Amy & Matilda = Fox & Rabbit.

S.O.S./Anzia = Coyote.

Dagomba = Asiatic Golden Cat.

Move Your Feet/Charlie = Iguana.

Proud Mary/Mary = Ostrich.

Hot Stuff/Nelly & Benny = Apes.

Big Girl (You Are Beautiful)/Laura = Hippopotamus.

I Want You Back/Thor = Quagga.

Iko Iko/Arizona = Crocodile.

Katti Kalandal/Veena & Manjul = Elephants.

Holiday/Goldie = Hyena.

Call Me/Samara = Labrador.

Sway (Quién Será)/Arista & Quinn = Swans.

Satisfaction/Isaac = Leopard.

Hey Ya!/Moses = Monkey.

Mugsy Baloney/Nia & Callum = Gazelle & Dolphin.

Baby Girl/Matthew (Matt) = Owl.

Jungle Boogie/Harry = Cheetah.

Crazy in Love/Anjia = Poodle.

Soul Bossa Nove/Aleena & Sam = Parrot & Red Wolf.

D.A.N.C.E./Lime = Toucan.

Sympathy for the Devil/Auli'i = Devon Rex.

Rasputin/Boris = Bull.

Jump in the Line/Caroline & Alexa = Giraffe & Arctic Fox.

Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go/Eric = Gazelle.

Walk Like an Egyptian/Rula = Camel.

The Power/Khalid = Otter.

Jump/Momoe & Graham = Gray Foxes.

Monster Mash/Frank = Elk.

Take Me Out/Pyra = Octopus.

That's Not My Name/Jane = Rabbit.

The Shoop Shoop Song/Marie & Svetlanta = Gazelle & Coyote.

Cosmic Girl/Mariana = Panda.

Body Movin'/Juliana = Venom Snake.

Viva Las Vegas/Sebastian = Crab.

Alright/Amanda & Dan = Siamese & Monk Parakeet.

Rockafeller Skank/Kevin (Or you can call him DJ DNC3) = Skunk.

Should I Stay or Should I Go?/Rob = Red Wolf.

Funkytown/Oob = Darwin Frog.

Jai Ho! (You are my Destiny)/Kammi = Indian Leopard.

Firework/Icy = Fox.

Pon de Replay/Yui = Hyena.

Barbie Girl/Diva & Rex = Swam & Wolf.

Pump Up the Volume/Mikey = Hedgehog.

Maniac/Isabella = Flamingo.

Born to be Wild/Wolf = Wolf.

Professor Pumplestickle/Zeka & Pumplehead = Coyote & Frog.

Crying Blood/Miranda = Dalmation.

Down by the Riverside/Jennifer = Dove.

Fuetbol Crazy/Alice = Savannah.

Kung fu Fighting/Master Mantis & Dawn = Goat & Tiger.

Mambo No. 5 (A Little Bit of Monika)/Steve & Elsa = Bear & .

Nine in the Afternoon/Mona & Jake = Cat & Dog.

It’s not Unusual/William = Pug.

Chicken Payback/Louis = Jersey Giant Chicken.

Crazy Christmas/Santa = Reindeer.

Skin to Skin/Perry = Parrot.

You Can’t Hurry Love/Gigi & Lily = Dolphins.

Why oh Why?/Michelle and Howard = Bear & Red Robin Bird.

American Boy/Taio & Julia = Owl & Jaybird.

Come on, Eileen/Soraya & Lucky = Fawn & Mouse.

Song 2/Zack, Bianca, & Josh = Deer, Penguin, & Arctic Wolf.

Spice Up Your Life/Jazzy & Pink = Peacock & Squirrel.

Here Comes the Hotstepper/Shaun = Rabbid.

Movin' on Up/Mindy = Snake.

#just dance #just dance 2 #ideas #animal au #animal au ideas

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have you eaten cat? what about dog? whats wombat taste like? kangaroo? emu? crocodile? possum? camel? snake? koala? those big lizards? whats the worst thing youve ever eaten?

Have you eaten cat?

Yes. I don't like to let things go to waste. Tastes kind of like pork but gamey. In texture it's close to pork or goat. I've eaten goat too.

What about dog?

Red meat what tastes like sheep and beef but more metallic and meaty. It's actually really bloody good (a lot of carnivore meat is) and I'd eat it more if it wasn't for the stigma and mental block of "this is a companion animal." That's hard to get over but if you fed someone dog meat and they didn't know it was dog meat, they'd want seconds. It's delicious.

What's wombat taste like?

No clue, never had it, and Victoria (last state to allow their hunting) banned the unlicensed hunting of wombats in 2020. That said, Jack's an Aborigine and doesn't need a hunting licence so long as he's hunting to feed himself or his mates and isn't hunting to sell the meat. I texted him (you're lucky he wakes early) and according to him it's really fatty and sort of pork-like but generally "neutral" and doesn't have much flavour.

What's kangaroo taste like?

Red meat, tastes like a mix between beef and lamb but with the gaminess of venison. Really good if you ask me. Has to be cooked fast or it'll toughen up and it tastes gross. This is a sear meat and not a roast meat.

What's emu taste like?

Never had it. Had to ask Jack again. He says it tastes like beef. It's a red meat and looks a lot like beef too.

What's crocodile taste like?

It's a white meat, tastes like pork with a slight fishy taste. The meat's flaky but incredibly juicy. I personally love it. The croc sliders at Daly Waters are to die for.

What's possum taste like?

Like rabbit but way better. Very juicy.

What's camel taste like?

Depends on the age of the camel. An adult healthy one tastes like lean beef with a hint of game if you get the right cuts. An older one is much gamier. Lean like kangaroo has to be cooked fast but this is a meat that can be cooked to well if you do it right.

What's snake taste like?

Chicken but more neutral with not much flavour. It's absorbent so it'll take on the flavour of whatever you cook it with. Not that good by itself but add some native spices and it's great.

What's koala taste like?

No clue. They were hunted to near-extinction in antiquity (for their pelts, not meat) and I don't know of anyone alive who's hunted or tasted one. After researching it looks like it wasn't a preferred game animal even by the Aborigines and was only eaten in times of famine. The meat is very oily and apparently takes on the eucalyptus flavour from their diet, so I'd wager it tastes very fucking bitter.

What's those big lizards taste like?

I assume you mean goanna? They have thin fishy bones but they're actually really good. Taste like chicken. Jack and I usually stuff the body with native spices and native yams and either tie the body closed with twine and roast them over a campfire or lay them on their back over hot coals. The skin peels off easily if you roast them, or it flakes off when you brush off the ashes if you cook them over coals.

What's the worst thing you've ever eaten?

A cigarette on a dare by Jack when I was drunk. If you mean things that are actually food and I didn't eat on a dare, probably dog kibble. If you mean food meant to be eaten by humans, then, uh... black liquorice? I hate it with a burning passion.

Also almost ate my rifle once or twice, but that's besides the point.

#blu whos #bushman

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m0ssybricks · 2 years

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Of Manicures and Makeouts

Word Count: 988

Fluff

Corey x f!reader

For @rebel-blue

Guys please send me more requests!! This man is so 🫶🫶🫶

Saturdays were the best. You used to not have the same mentality as you do now, but now that you live in your apartment with Corey, your boyfriend of three years you both were making memories every day. Tonight you were going to an office party and picked out a gorgeous dress that Corey would most definitely melt when he sees you in it. First, you needed to paint your nails since they were chipping from the previous manicure.

“Corey, have you seen the cotton pads?” you called out

“Oh um i think they are in my nightstand drawer, I needed to use them last night.”

You opened your boyfriend’s unorganized drawer moving around his watch, pocketknife, pack of gum, glasses case, a few small boxes, and a polaroid of you two which made you smile

Found it you thought

Corey pops his head through the door

“Did you find it hon?” he asks sweetly

“I did babe”

“Great,” he said while kissing your temple

After returning the kiss you sat cross-legged on the floor pulling out the burgundy matte nail polish that you loved so much and began to remove the chipped polish on your left pinky.

“Love what are you doing don’t we have to be somewhere at 6 ?” Corey asks referring the work party you two were going to.

“Yup, I usually get my nails done pretty quickly, I used to work at a nail salon when I was in high school” you replied while finishing your left hand, the deep color seemed to fascinate Corey. The way your light pink nail beds were pigmented in a matter of seconds intrigued him. Corey sat down and peered over your shoulder, making sure he wasn’t in the way,

“Hey, baby do you think that you could maybe do my nails? Like a light shade. If that’s okay.” He looked a bit sheepish yet very excited like a kid in a candy store, but not that. This was bold. That surprised you. Corey is usually shy as it is and for him to be asked to wear something that might garner attention is, well surprising. Nevertheless, you happily agreed because

A.) He would look so fucking hot

B.) This is a big step for him

“Sure Core, choose which colors. These are more pale and complement your skin” You displayed a camel tan, light pink, and liight brown.

“Umm.. mauve the light pink”

“Absolutely, first you have to wash your hands”

You walked with him to the bathroom you watched with a small smile on your face as he cleaned his hands.

“Done!” He replied cheerfully. You loved it when Corey got excited about anything, he has suffered a lot and he is always so grateful and happy to get to do things with you.

“Okay, lets get started, umm how about you sit at the small table and I will just do your nails from there.” As per usual Corey pulled your seat out for you which always makes you grin like crazy.

“Hold your right hand out love.” When you held his right hand up Corey kissed your hand very suddenly

You let out a small, breathy laugh.

“Core I need to do your nails baby.”

“Can’t I just kiss the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen?” he replied in a charming voice looking up at you with his brown puppy dog eyes

“Of course- just wait fifteen minutes” you replied, Corey, the goofy guy that he is rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically, and bringing your head to his lips with his free hand, he kissed your forehead.

………………………………………………..

While you were painting his nails, Corey studied you. He observed how gently you held his hand while you were giving him a manicure. He noticed when you were painting the edges of his nails you scrunched your brow. He saw how concentrated you were and that must be the reason you are so good at your career and life. He noticed how nimble your fingers were. And how the afternoon sunlight illuminated you while you were working. Like an angel. Corey had a moment of realization: you were his and he was yours. You loved him and he was experiencing the life he never thought he would have. Here you two are: in an apartment about to go out to an event and you were painting his nails. He almost choked up a bit but fought off the tears by pressing a small quick kiss to your forehead.

“Done!” You replied cheerfully

“Wait, let me check to see if they are good”

Holding his hands up you admired their beauty for a moment: the rough-calloused palms from work as a mechanical engineer, the scar from getting an injury so long ago. the metal ring he has on his pinky finger which contrasts with his skin. The pale pink paint looked gorgeous on him. While you were taking it all in your thoughts were interrupted by Corey suddenly rapidly peppering kisses on your cheeks, temple, eyelid, neck, nose, head, and deep kiss on your lips. Corey then scooped you up and carried you to the couch while you were laughing. He plopped you down and went on top of you kissing your face and hands.

“Thank you so much YN, I absolutely love my nails, you did such an amazing job, my talented girl”

You didn’t really know how to react other than kissing his soft, plush lips softly and saying “you are more than welcome my sweet boy”

The rest of the night you two went out in your elegant outfits, you a black cocktail dress (Corey swooned when he saw you) and Corey a grey button-down with brown slacks both of your nail colors complemented your outfits. For the rest of the night Corey admired your beauty, especially your hands, he caught himself wondering how that small ring in the back of his drawer would look on your finger.

#corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham #corey cunningham x you #corey halloween ends #Corey Cunningham fluff #halloween ends

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