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SET-UP — GREG HOUSE
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pairing: greg house x f!reader
description: wilson knew house had the hots for you, because every time you visited to have lunch with your best friend he seemed to make an appearance. so, after growing increasingly fed up of just watching his two best friends pine, he decides to do something about it.
warnings: swearing, maybe a tiny bit ooc for house at some points but i got a bit of writers block at one point and couldn’t get the flow so i hope it’s ok! other than that, not much else!
author’s note: i kinda wanna write some wilson imagines after this too hehe so if you have wilson requests please let me know ! i hope you enjoy <3
“Y/N’s coming for lunch today,” Wilson hummed, pulling his lips into a thin line to prevent the smirk threatening to grace them, “Around 1:15, I believe.”
House’s head snapped up from the pile of papers in his hands, but he tried to make it look like he was just astounded by something he’d read and not pleased he may get a chance to see you today.
“And you’re telling me about your lunch date, why?”
Wilson scoffed, “Because for someone who likes to joke that I was having an affair with her, you also seem very fond of flirting with her every chance you get.”
House rolled his eyes, waving his hand in the air dismissively, “Jealous, much? If anything it’s your mistress that’s taken a liking to me, I’d say.”
He wasn’t wrong — your lunchtime visits got more and more frequent once House had started imposing himself on your lunches.
Wilson was your best friend, and since you’d only just moved back to the area after a hell of a break-up and you worked nearby, you’d made a habit of coming to grab lunch with him.
You were both so perpetually busy of late that you rarely saw each other in your free time, so your lunch meet-ups were the perfect way to stay caught up… And to ogle at his other best friend as he brooded away in the corner.
“Sure, that’s why you’re always conveniently free at lunch when she’s visiting,” Wilson replied, shaking his head at him.
House pressed his hand to his chest and feigned a gasp, “Wow, so serendipitous. Maybe we are meant to be! I’d better go and buy a ring!”
It was Wilson’s turn to roll his eyes now, knowing that House wasn’t going to budge.
And that was when his plan was concocted.
Two hours later, at just around 1:20, House ambled past the cafeteria pretending not to be scanning the room for his best friend and you.
When he turned to leave, not spotting either of you and assuming plans had change, he collided with you and your hands flew to his chest as you steadied yourself in panic.
“Oh Greg! I’m so sorry,” you flushed crimson as he chuckled, leaning on his cane but placing one hand on your waist to help steady you too, “I was about to leave because James wasn’t here still and I assumed he was still busy with a patient.”
You were well aware of how his hand lingered on your waist still, and yours was still flush against his chest as you watched each other carefully.
“Strange. He seemed very excited about lunch today and he’s never la— ah, I see what’s going on here.” House deadpanned, finally moving his hand from its spot against you.
You mirrored him, moving your own hand back to your side as it clicked in your mind too just what was going on here.
“That little shit,” you laughed, “I should’ve known.”
You took a small step back, acutely aware of how close you were and how intensely he seemed to be watching your movements.
“You don’t, uh, have to have lunch with me,” you gazed at the floor for a moment, “I’ll grab something on my way home. I’ll just text him and let him know I’m heading off.”
“No,” House stayed still, barely a hint of a smile on his face until he seemed to consciously realise that and force one, “I’m starving. Might as well. You’re a much less insufferable eating companion than Wilson usually is anyway.”
You shook your head with a laugh, “Much less insufferable. Wow, House, anyone might think you’re actually in love with me. You’re just too kind.”
His lips broke into a small smile now too, pleased that your reaction had been in jest too.
He liked that you never took his jokes the wrong way, and maybe he should admit that Wilson was right to think he had feelings for you.
But admitting them made things much more complicated, and so he was more than happy to just continue flirting with you.
On the other hand, you were more than aware of House’s past thanks to Wilson, and though you’d suspected he may reciprocate your feelings for months now, you also were unsure of whether to bring it up.
You joined the cafeteria queue in a comfortable silence, sinking into your seats opposite each other minutes later and spending a moment just watching each other carefully.
As a small smile graced his lips, you couldn’t help but begin to feel brave.
“I like it when you have lunch with us,” you grinned, taking a bite of your food to punctuate the point you were making, “James thinks I enjoy it too much. It’s no surprise he’s done this, really. Sneaky asshole.”
House stared inquisitively at you, thinking over what he wanted to say in response, “I like having lunch with you too. Much more without Wilson here, surprisingly.”
You smiled softly across at him now, an unspoken undercurrent to his words that sat firmly in your chest and made you feel warm.
“I’m glad. I think it’d be nice if— if,” okay, the bravery was waning now as he continued to watch you carefully, a twinkle in his eye, “If we got food together, like, out of here sometime.”
His eyebrows raised for a split second as though he’d not expected that from you, but he leaned forward to rest his chin on his open palm as his elbow found the tabletop, “You do, hm?”
You nodded once, only quickly, as if afraid to confirm what you’d said any more for fear of embarrassment if he declined.
“Are you asking me on a date, Y/N?” he teased, and now you just blushed crimson again and looked down at the table with a small whine, “Greg!”
He shook his head, laughing at his own teasing and taking a bite out of his sandwich as if to deliberately keep you on edge waiting.
“I think a date with you sounds good,” he shrugged, as though entirely nonchalant about it, “If nothing else it’ll get Wilson off our backs, hey?”
You heaved out a sigh, no longer feeling the warm fuzziness you had been and instead just growing irritated.
You usually liked his dry sense of humour, and his tendency to play down every emotion or make light of every situation — but now you just felt mortified.
He seemed to realise this, shaking his head again and leaning forward even more, “Sorry— no, I’d actually like to go for dinner with you, Y/N. Because I want to, and have for a while. Not because our moron of a mutual friend has been trying to set us up for an infuriatingly long time.”
You felt your stomach flip at these words, hope reigniting a fire in the pit of your stomach as he continued eating his food.
“You’re not fucking with me?”
“Not before our first date!” he joked, feigning shock before chuckling at himself and then relaxing his face, “No, I’m not fucking with you. I’d like to take you on a date. This week, maybe.”
You took out your phone, opening up your contacts and pressing “Add a contact” with a blissful grin on your face, “Put your number in, then. And I’ll call you.”
“This isn’t one of those ‘“I’ll call you’’ and then you never come back for lunch and don’t call me’ moments is it?” you knew he was joking, but there was a small part of him that was genuinely unsure you were serious about this as he took your phone and entered his number.
“Why, happen often? Do women not swarm to you?” you giggled, taking back your phone and letting your hand linger on his for just a moment too long.
He cocked his head, “Don’t you know tortured souls with legs that barely work are like, so last season?”
You chuckled at that, “Well, I’m a last season kind of girl. And I’ve got to get back to work, but I will call you.”
“I’ll be waiting by the phone,” he joked, before softening his expression and rubbing a thumb over the back of your hand where it rested on the table in front of him, “I’ll see you soon, Y/N. Have a good day.”
You sent him a wide smile in return, standing up and discarding your rubbish in the bin on your way out as you waved a final goodbye.
As you reached the edge of the cafeteria, you finally saw Wilson’s tall frame approaching and shot him a knowing grin, shaking your head slowly at him as a smirk graced his lips.
“Oh, Y/N! I thought I’d missed you. Have you seen House?”
“Nope, no sign of him,” you sing-songed jokingly, almost failing at your charade until you watched his face drop under the belief that his plan had failed, “I’m joking, moron. We’re going on a date. Thanks, Cupid.”
The smirk returned to his face then, his eyes lighting up at the victory, “Ha! I knew it.”
You pulled him into a hug abruptly — because though his scheming was annoying, you were immeasurably grateful for his push because you’d never have had the courage to ask Greg fucking House on a date without it.
“Thanks, man,” you hummed, pulling away and ruffling his hair, “I just asked Greg House on a date because of you… What the actual fuck.”
“You asked him— no, actually I’m not surprised,” he shrugged, “I’m glad though. It was getting annoying watching you both silently pine, so I had to do something. I’m happy you’re finally doing something about it now.”
“You’re a pain in the ass, but I love you,” you gently shoved his shoulder, resting your hand on it for a moment before noticing your watch on your wrist and realising you needed to rush off, “Shit, I’d better go. I’ll text you later. Have a good day!”
“You too, Y/N,” he waved you off with a smile, blissfully relieved that his plan had worked and his too best friends were finally beginning to admit their feelings for each other, “Now to go and grill House!”
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thanks so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed — sorry it’s been a while since i’ve posted as well. if you’d like to send in any requests, please feel free! and in the meantime, here is my masterlist!
#house#house md#house md imagines#house md imagine#greg house#gregory house#greg house x reader#greg house x y/n#greg house x you#house imagine#house imagines#james wilson
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"Oops" review
Time to spend some time with Fizz.
Ozzie is pretty buff for a bird demon.
While Fizz is getting dress, you can see a pic of a white version of those fly dogs that roam Hell. Now I want to see a pic of Fizz and his dog hanging out with Angel Dust and Fat Nuggets!
(insert Ozzie not being an early bird joke here)
Again from time to time the other 2 heads of Ozzie don’t emote the same feelings as Ozzie’s rooster head, making me wonder if they have some sentience of their own. It would be funny to see a scene where all 3 of them arguing with each other, maybe during a moment where Ozzie is feeling a lot of emotions at once. If that ever happens I’m going to call the sheep head Larry and the Bull head Greg. That means they are called L.O.G. XD
You know Ozzie’s place is pretty nice. I was expecting his place to be filled with NSFW stuff, maybe a wall full of people he thinks are hot which would have been a fun chance to have a pic of Lilith in the episode since I headcanon that Ozzie use to have crush on her.
Fizz destroying evidence about people thinking he and Ozzie are a couple. Nothing odd about that.
It’s cute seeing Ozzie care about Fizz’s safety. It also seems like Ozzie doesn’t like Mammon that much, or at least his ring which I don’t blame as a person/place like that would make anyone annoyed or scared.
“Says something only to do the opposite” trope.
For the Greed Ring, there is a lot of free money on the ground though I bet with how high the prices of things are there, those bills are equal to finding a penny on the ground.
Aww his white dog has walkin wheels, just like Fizz! Also the rollerblade scene a definitely a DCAU Harley Quinn reference. R.I.P. Arleen Sorkin
Ouch, that baby from the pilot is sure unlucky.
Pterodactyl demon! MORE dinosaur demons! Wait I recall there being an overlord that looks like a dinosaur in Hazbin Hotel that is Lucifers bodyguard, is she a Hell born demon like Rosie?!?!
Blitzo meets Fizz, HERE WE GO!
Though I already knew this was going to happen given a leak, it’s still surprising to see Crimson and Striker in this episode. It also explains why this episode took so much time to come out, WHICH I DON’T MIND!
Cobra demon. I wonder if Lucifer or his snake friend that’s on his hat is a big fan of that species?
“Western Energy” takes place a week before this episode. Good to know, especially for later.
“something of value” AKA Moxxie.
The mom of the stroller kid is in the crowd with a broken bottle. You think she is going to use that on Fizz? If so she is a good mom :)
So that…. factory seems to confirm my headcanon/theory about Ozzie being a technical genius. Also HOW is Vivzie still getting away with stuff like this on YouTube?????
Again it’s been a week since Western Energy and Stolas’ wounds have already fully healed, yet he was stabbed with an angelic blade. You think that would take longer to heal or lead to some permanent damage or else how is an angelic weapon truly different from a regular weapon. I think the writers should do a “MCU Iron Man” and from now on show that Stolas’ arm is not what it use to be, like he grabs it in pain from time to time or he can’t lift as much/cast spells as fast with that arm.
So the meeting is about Stolas going over his feelings for Blitz! What about trying to keep the relationship a secret? Oh forget it that goal seems to be dead anyway. Also were at the halfway point of the season and we finally get to the “I.M.P. getting Asmodean Crystal” plot point people having been pointing out since the season 2 premiere.
Love potions are real in this series? That can’t be good. I hope the writers just make fun of the idea, and not actually use that for an episode.
DON’T TELL A SIN AN IMP IS GOING TO EARTH ILLEGALLY STOLAS!!! Also why does someone like Ozzie NOT care something like that is being broken! It just makes the idea of Blitzo and the others getting caught less dramatic now since if an Sin doesn’t care, likely no one will unless I.M.P. screw up really bad or it affects someone personally.
I will admit that Ozzie is nicer than he seems. Not the first time we have seen that in demons but still.
Crimson has guts threatening a sin, I’ll give him that.
I wonder if what Crimson said about Ozzie being the weakest is accurate? Maybe Crimson only cause him that cause of how nice Ozzie is?
Ozzie getting mad like that makes my headcanon of him and Satan being close friends one step closer to coming true.
Should the Blitzo and Fizz scenes in the warehouse count as a “bottle episode”?
I’m curious about what Stolas said about a deal with a sin being an everlasting bond. Does this apply to Charlie too since she is the daughter of the devil? IS THAT WHY ALASTOR WAS TRYING TO MAKE A DEAL WITH HER IN THE PILOT!!!
IDK about you but Stolas enjoying reading contracts is just funny to me. It makes me think about one of my old ideas about how Stolas doesn’t seem to have a lot of royal responsibilities, as maybe he enjoys stuff like that so much he finishes pretty quickly and ends up having nothing to do.
Points for Blitzo in having a secret knife, as usually he isn’t that smart. Wait is this why he wears those boots? I recall a theory about him being part Imp and something else and how that explains how (slightly) different he is from other Imps, in this case has regular feet instead of hooves and I’m kind of hoping that’s still true.
Though mostly luck, I will give another smart point to Blitzo.
I do like that we got to instantly learn about the origins of what caused Fizz to lose his limbs and that Blitzo is the reason his mom is gone, but that should have been saved for a flashback episode (which I thought was going to happen here or the next episode) so it can be fleshed out more.
I’m going to guess that either Barbie Wire or Blitzo’s dad was the one who prevented Blitzo and Fizz from seeing each other after the accident, as a sort of revenge for causing the fire.
If this was a HISHE video, the mobsters would have just shot Fizz and move on with their lives.
It would have been funny if Fizz telling Blitzo to hurry up abruptly ended the song and leading to another fight.
An active torch and dynamites, oh no. Oh wait never mind.
Okay I’m willing to let Striker get away this time, only because this would be his 3rd time doing so and with the rule of 3s his last appearance will likely be his last. Let’s just hope it’s not with Crimson as along with how I think he won’t be hiring him again after this, its better to have Crimson be by himself in my Millie’s family episode idea.
OH I know that was going to happen. At least Blitzo redeemed himself, at least as much as a demon can.
The way Ozzie said Fizzy was adorable.
I like that scene of Stolas being happy about Fizz and Ozzie getting together, as it seems to express that if they can work together, he knows he and Blitzo can work together.
Okay though not pics, those statues are close to what I was getting at earlier. Thankfully Lilith wasn’t shown there, though for a second I thought she was as I personally think that lady succubus shares some physical traits with her. I mean look at it! It’s those Vaggie and Velvette Hellhounds all over again!
Was Ozzie surprised about the rain?
So I.M.P. will be getting a crystal to go on Earth now. It's a good backup way for them to keep working but I don't like how they are losing Stolas' book, as we never did see anyone try and utilize the other spells from it which I think could have led to some fun. Hopefully Blitzo and Stolas get together soon so Blitzo and co. can have access to the book again.
I sometimes wish that episodes had end credit scenes, as I could see a scene connected to tales about how Asmodeus was defeated by fish/smell of fish. In this case Fizz forgets to tell him he was around shark demons and before you know it Ozzie is having an allergic reaction.
This was one the best episodes in some time now. I loved how we got to finally learn about Fizz, (especially his past with Blitzo) but also Ozzie which gave us a lot of character and world building too. Even some unnecessary stuff like having Crimson and Striker having a role was great when I thought it wasn’t going to be.
One small thing I liked that I think we should focus on from this episode is the fact that deals with sins sound like they are ever binding, something I think is going to happen with Charlie in Hazbin Hotel. It’s very fitting for this idea I brought up involving her and Adam.
I’m also curious about what is going to happen with Crimson now. He likely still wants revenge on his son (or something else) but after failing to win against Ozzie, he is likely going to suffer some major drawbacks soon. Personally I think he is going to try and go out with a bang and I have just the episode where that can happen.
The weakest part about the episode was how the story quickly skimmed over the origins of Fizz’s accident and what caused him and Blitzo to drift apart. Again that was something they should have saved and went over more in a later episode, maybe the episode could have kept it a secret throughout the episode allowing fans to speculate what happened until it was eventually revealed.
The next episode is going to be another Fizz and Ozzie heavy episode, and though I can see us getting flashbacks to Blitzo and Fizz’s younger days where maybe we can learn more about what led to the accident and its aftermath along with what led to Fizz wanting to become a performer, I feel like most of the story is going to take place in the present.
With Mammon being the focus of Fizz’s upcoming show, I bet we will see Fizz and Ozzie having to deal with Mammon making fun of their relationship or put a lot of pressure on Fizz that he has a panic attack until Ozzie calms him down. We’ also likely see flashbacks about how they met and became a couple which leads them to just admitting they love each other to all of Hell during Fizz’s show.
This episode would be a nice chance to learn more about the sins, maybe learn about how they feel about one another, how they run Hell, and maybe see a new pic of Lucifer and Lilith before Hazbin Hotel starts airing?
There is also a chance this episode could have Blitzo and Stolas being in it and after seeing Fizz and Ozzie admit their feelings, the two decides to try dating and see where it leads? That or we see Loona Octavia appear at the performance and bond as friends.
What were your thoughts on the episode?
#helluva boss#helluva boss fizzarolli#helluva boss asmodeus#helluva boss blitzo#helluva boss stolas#vivziepop
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Yeah so the pauses between these are getting longer, whatever, here’s Warlord.
He’s the newest addition to the collection of bastards, but I find his style and bore very interesting so he’s gotten jumbled into the basket of bad apples with the rest of my boys.
And speaking of his background, let’s jump into that fucked up mixed bag with how his relationship with the gems and Homeworld. His relationship with the gems and his family was good, almost the same as cannon…except that the gems were still very stubborn and hateful towards the lose of Rose— yes there is a pattern here. But unlike Atlas the gems don’t just forget his existence and replace it with a means to take your anger out on something. Instead, they just raise him distantly in understanding that his power and position is essential for ending the war.
So he is raised to control his powers, but he is raised rather pleasantly aside from a more distant family dynamic with the gems— Connie and him are in love and Greg is a supportive father. And though a less intimate and emotionally open family is definitely a pit fall for them, they make it through and achieve an era 3 for the Crystal gems and Homeworld— now this is where everything goes downhill.
Steven is not very open with the Diamonds, an emotionally open family is not something he’s used to and the connection between him and the Diamonds is even worse due to this. A lack of connection between them is proved to be very much not a good thing later on— and by later I mean when the gems take a ship out with Steven on a quest to quell an era 3 rebellion force on the planet Solaris-1.
Solaris-1 is a dry, uninhabited, desert planet where the sands and sun are crimson and the temperatures are equally red hot. A terrible place to live, and its so far out in the vast universe that no exploring races that have ever found this planet have deemed it fit to conquer or colonize—Perfect place to leave someone or something to die.
The gems no longer need him, he’s given them the end of the war and proven that Rose no longer exists— they were so spiteful to keep despising him that even after he helps them achieve a peace and end to a centuries long war they still want him gone— they don’t want a reminder of their failures and sadnesses walking around if he doesn’t need to… so they just lie and abandon him on a fucking desert planet.
Alone and hungry and burning, he wanders the sea of red grain, resting in the shadows of the dunes during the day and wandering for anything during the night. All he finds are seas of red and sky’s of purple, a red moon shines over him in the sky. There are few things there that interest him, even as his body grows slim and his will thin— except the large packs of hyena-like beasts that wander in carnivorous packs across the dunes. They are proof of life, no matter how slim or brutal— survival is possible.
He continues to straggle, combing through carrion and destroying the concept of vegetarianism for himself, he picks meat off of nearly dry ribs while staring at the horizon— waiting to see something, someone who’s come to save him… he never sees a ship… but he does see a person— no. People. He thinks he’s hallucinating the forms of people walking towards him, then he thinks he’s hallucinating the voices calling out to him, louder and louder. It takes the development of many different faces and shapes of body for him to realize— he’s not alone.
But he’s not safe either, most certainly not— these people were savages, scavengers, feral and savage looking… they asked very little questions, until they saw the gem in his belly—Then they asked many questions: who are you, how did you get here, why are you here? He barely had the strength to answer them: he was abandoned, he was Steven, he is abandoned… then they asked of powers, he told them he was a hybrid, he had powers inherited and special to himself— he was trying to make himself sound special, like a one of a kind— someone to save, someone to keep.
And it worked, somewhat. They took him in, walked him across many more miles of dead land until they came to wall of metal and scrap— some rusted dystopia full of stragglers and savages. But they were a tribe, a clan— united has one, just rough and as cold to strangers as they wished it to be outside. “You’ll have to prove your worth to stay…” the largest one had told him, a large man of dark, tanned skin and crimson eyes— a trait shared by all these people— natives to the sea of red.
“You have powers, and you clearly have enough grit to survive the wastelands— if you can fight… you can live.” And then they threw him into the pit. The carved out crater of red sandstone and dark grey slag rock that formed a scarred and scratched wound in the earth— caged by steel walls and benches, posts and podiums— a gladiators ring was the most noble of names for this site of bloodshed… splatters of red so dark you could still see them on the red and black stone. Whatever was killed here was big and many— ferocious and feral, just like the people that lived here.
It was the hyenadons as he’d called them, large hyenas— calmly conceived but very much correct. The beasts that were housed, to fight him were longer than he was tall, wide and strong… and he had to fight one to the death, no food or water for preparation, just him, the hyenadon, and a small jagged metal scrap he’d repurposed as a dagger shortly before the gate was opened— the animal was unleashed upon him.
It was bloody, it was brutal, it was something he’d never done. Even before they found him, he ate what was already dead, he didn’t kill anything, he didn’t want to. But then, in the pit, he didn’t have a choice— he scratched and clawed, and was scratched and clawed in return, bitten and beaten as well… but he won, he won as the creature slumped to the ground, blood pooling from its mouth— metal scrap stabbed through its throat. The crowds cheered as tears fell from his eyes, silently, he stared up into the violet sky that was cast over the violent terrain.
But he was accepted, he was fed, he was taught to survive in this new planet that he slowly came to see as his new home world— seeing as the only people who knew where he was were the people who abandoned him there purposefully… there was nothing he could do, and maybe one day someone will come, but now, there was no point crying out precious water over it.
The value of water was one of the many lessons he learned in this clan— it was something he hasn’t truly understood back on earth, where water was plentiful and constant in his life. Though, that was most certainly not the most jarring lesson amongst the sea of changes— not the most jarring when he had to learn of how they had to constantly supply children for their people to make sure population was never lower than it’s already straggling numbers— or how they fought and killed and maimed the other clans that were apparently scavenging around the wastelands for territory and control.
He had to kill, he was expected to in order to stay— he didn’t have a choice. He wasn’t going to be given special treatment and exemption just because he wasn’t from around here— if he wanted to stay he had to earn his keep. But it wasn’t easy, it was anything except easy having to break and go against just about every moral guideline you had— keyword had. To survive on Solaris you had to be selfish, you had to be cruel, and brutal— you had to forget those kind aspects of humanity. And that was hard, very hard to do when you were Steven Universe.
But it worked. Surely, it worked, the old skin was shed— he grew and hardened, skin tanned and thick, hair cut and shaven to a curl-less hawk— the shirt emblazoned with a star was set ablaze simply to keep the fire going during the cold nights. “The old you had to die, or else you would’ve taken his place…”
And the clan was pleased, so very pleased with the warrior he became— the butcherer they called him, large and broad and powerful, with a rage that boiled under his skin as hot as the red sun above them. He was given a fitting list of abilities and weapons to match, a pair of glaves that were attached to thick chains, to be spun and wound up into killer strikes that severed bodies in half upon connection. But, to make matters worse for anyone who dared to cross the butcher, he also had pyromanic powers. So not only would you be cut in half, but your severed body would be burned and turned to ash as blades that burned pink with flames cut through you like a hot knife through butter.
Naturally, this strength and ability gained him much respect and prowess through the clan, and his clan thrived in his success— more and more skirmishes ended in victory, then, less battles happened overall— the other clans were weak and afraid of the butcher, the Warlord they called him—A title he soon came to take officially, by taking the leadership role within his clan by ritualistic combat. He had the ability to challenge for this role before, but it hadn’t interested him— that was until their leader declared that they weren’t going to take advantage of the boons Steven had presented them with… he was weak, and old. Steven got rid of him easily.
Then that was when the tide changed, that was when the other tribes began to disappear off the face of the planet for good— when the populations began to solidify within his clan— when the other clans withered and died. And at the site of every won battle, a head was placed upon a spike, and the remaining bodies were desecrated to be left as warnings to any resistance or opposition— the butcher would not have mercy, the Warlord was not kind.
And of course, as the new leader who was now aiming to unify the clans under his banner— he had to assist in upholding the population of his people, the way it worked was that the healthy and strong would have children to ensure that they’d have capable warriors— and that of course meant that Steven was included in that category as well, being the strongest amongst them. Though, the concepts of parenting was not at all the same, there wasn’t really an idea that you had to be protective or emotionally attached to your offspring… they were just people, though, of course there was a love and unity within them.
Steven has a family there now, he has two children, he has a throne and a duty to unify the world. He hardly cares for Earth at all anymore…not when it’s been nearly two decades since he was first abandoned on the red sands of Solaris. But on Earth, it’s rather the opposite— Homeworld is in disarray without his guidance, the Crystal Gems have to hold things together not only for era 3 but for themselves as well. They are just as lost, even though three of them had wanted him gone, had left him and knew where he was— they still felt the burden of his absence. Connie and Greg especially were heartbroken, confused and unable to do much but watch as things fell apart without him… there were no traces or leads of where he had gone. He was gone.
And so they were never the wiser to the growing empire of Solaris, unified clans and warring factions— attempts to grow crops and find a source of fresh water, all guided by the uncontested rule of the Warlord. They would probably assume he was dead, but he was very much alive— more alive than he’s ever been. And though it’s possible for a reconnection, through either fate or miracle. There’s not doubt that it would be like meeting a total stranger, and that goes for both sides.
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250+ Funny Pimp Names (Cool & Hilarious)
The characters of the pimps, as funny as they are morally questionable, have created a rich source for cracking names. From smooth and sophisticated to laughable, pimp names are a mixture of bragging, puns, and innuendos everywhere.
If you are looking to create a funny character, or funny name, or just need a good laugh, then this list with 250+ funny pimp names is for you.
Funny Pimp Names
1. Glitter Gumboots
Struts in style, leaving a sparkle trail. His boots were louder than words. A fashion statement, unmissable.
2. Cashmere Casanova
Smooth as silk, charming as a summer breeze. Wealth whispers in his wake. Elegance and allure, his constant companions.
3. Diamond Disco Dave
Flashes bling and move on the dance floor. His life is a never-ending party. Every step, a glint of fun.
4. Velvet Smooth
Touches hearts with words, soft as his name. In conversations, he glides. Comfort and charisma, are his tools.
5. Funky Fedora Fred
Hat tilted, style unmatched. His presence, a rhythm. Fashion meets funk, effortlessly.
6. Goldie Locks
Not about hair, but golden deals. His handshake, a pact. Trust and treasure, are intertwined.
7. Suede Serenade
Woos with whispers, smooth as suede. Every word, a melody. Romance and richness, his language.
8. Candyman Crunch
Sweet deals, hard outcomes. His world, a sugar rush. Beneath the sweetness, steel.
9. Icy Hot Ivan
Cool demeanor, fiery heart. A paradox walking. Chill and thrill, his game.
10. Jazz Hands Jerry
Life's a stage, he's the star. Moves and grooves, his signature. Jazz in his steps, joy in his heart.
11. Lavender Lenny
Soothes souls with scents and charm. His path, flowered. Calm and collected, with a dash of spice.
12. Minty Fresh Marco
Breathes life into stale moments. His approach is refreshing. Cool and clean, is his mantra.
13. Neon Knight
Brightens nights with neon lights. His armor, glowing. Darkness flees, and fun arrives.
14. Silky Way
Navigate the night with ease. His path was as smooth as silk. Stars and stories, his guides.
15. Twinkle Toes Tony
Dances through life's challenges. His footsteps, light. Laughter and levity, his legacy.
16. Velour Victor
Luxury in every gesture. His fabric is rich. Opulence and comfort, his promise.
17. Whiskey Whisper
Speaks in tones smooth as whiskey. His words were intoxicating. Warmth and wisdom, his gift.
18. Zebra Ziggy
Stands out, stripes and all. His life, a canvas. Bold and beautiful, his stride.
19. Bling Bishop
Adorns life with flair. His domain is dazzling. Faith and fashion, fused.
20. Ginger Snap Gary
Quick wit, sharper style. His presence, a snap. Spice and speed, his essence.
Pimp Names From The 70s
The 70s: a time of bold fashion and unforgettable music. Pimp names from this era carried unmatched swagger and style.
- Disco Diamond
- Velvet Thunder
- Goldie Groove
- Silver Shadow
- Cadillac Max
- Cherry Bomb Charlie
- Flash Funk
- Glitter King
- Boogie Nights
- Hustler Hal
- Iceberg Slim
- Jive Master Jay
- Lucky Luciano
- Neon Nero
- Pinstripe Prince
- Rollerblade Ronny
- Sapphire Steve
- Tangerine Dream
- Velvet Virtuoso
- Ziggy Stardust
- Afrodisiac Al
- Caramel Casanova
- Diamondback Dave
- Electric Eddie
- Funky Fred
- Groovy Greg
- Huggy Bear
- Iceman Irving
- Jazz Hands Jimmy
- Kool Kat Keith
Black Pimp Names
- Midnight Marauder
- Ebony Emperor
- Shadow Sultan
- Black Diamond
- Velvet Phantom
- Onyx Overlord
- Dark Knight Delight
- Panther Prince
- Chocolate Thunder
- Golden Gator
- Silver Serpent
- Bronze Bomber
- Crimson Cobra
- Jade Jaguar
- Platinum Papi
- Ruby Rogue
- Sapphire Soul
- Topaz Titan
- Quartz Quasar
- Obsidian Oracle
- Garnet Ghost
- Amber Assassin
- Diamond Duke
- Emerald Enigma
- Onyx Odyssey
- Pearl Prophet
- Ruby Ruler
- Sable Saint
- Turquoise Tyrant
- Velvet Viper
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Male Pimp Names
- King Cashmere
- Duke Diamond
- Prince Persuasion
- Lord Lux
- Baron Blaze
- Count Crystal
- Marquis Mirage
- Knight Kool
- Emperor Echo
- Sultan Silk
- Phantom Pierce
- Maverick Moon
- Titan Twister
- Wizard Whisper
- Bishop Blaze
- Ace Astro
- Joker Jive
- Gambit Gold
- Rogue Radiance
- Falcon Frost
- Dragon Dazzle
- Hawk Horizon
- Lion Luster
- Cobra Charm
- Panther Pulse
- Tiger Tempo
- Wolf Whirlwind
- Fox Flicker
- Bear Blaze
- Eagle Edge
Female Pimp Names
- Diamond Duchess
- Velvet Vixen
- Sapphire Queen
- Ruby Rouge
- Emerald Empress
- Goldie Glam
- Silver Siren
- Crystal Countess
- Onyx Oracle
- Jade Jewel
- Pearl Princess
- Amber Aphrodite
- Garnet Goddess
- Topaz Temptress
- Opal Obsession
- Sable Starlet
- Ivory Icon
- Scarlet Shadow
- Azure Angel
- Violet Vengeance
- Lilac Lady
- Coral Queen
- Marigold Maven
- Turquoise Tempest
- Platinum Priestess
- Citrine Charm
- Quartz Queenie
- Fuchsia Fury
- Midnight Mistress
- Sunrise Sovereign
Famous Pimp Names
- Iceberg Slim
- Pretty Boy Floyd
- Bishop Don Magic Juan
- Goldie the Pimp
- Big Daddy Kane
- Silver Shadow
- Fast Eddie
- Diamond Dave
- Velvet Jones
- Hollywood Hattie
- Pimpin' Ken
- Gentleman Gold
- Slick Rick
- Cadillac Man
- Lucky Luciano
- Magic Mike
- Sterling Silver
- Big Jeezy
- Crystal King
- Gator Green
- Honey Bear
- Ice Pick Willie
- Jasper the Jewel
- Kingfish
- Lemon Drop
- Mink Moe
- Pockets Full
- Razor Ray
- Silk Smooth
- Teflon Don
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And so here you have it, the list of the pimp-tastic names that are worth golden treasure. This list has a little something for every flavor of a pimp (purely fiction, of course), ranging from smooth and exquisite to morbidly funny. Hence, it doesn't matter which word you prefer, as long as you get creative and spread out your awesome pimp flag.
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2024 Males's Last 4 odds: Who's favored to win every area?
The NCAA Males's bracket has been revealed and bettors are scouring the chances marketplace for the 2023-24 males's faculty basketball nationwide championship.
However do you know there's one other betting market accessible for Last 4 weekend in Phoenix?
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Due to FanDuel Sportsbook, now you can wager on which groups will win every area.
If you happen to suppose a group will make a deep run within the event however aren't positive if it would lower down the nets on April 8, the regional winner odds are for you.
Listed here are the chances as of Monday for groups to make the Last 4 at FanDuel Sportsbook, in addition to perception from FOX Sports activities faculty basketball writers John Fanta and Michael Cohen.
ODDS TO WIN EAST REGION:
UConn Huskies: +110 (guess $10 to win $21 whole)
Iowa State Cyclones: +450 (guess $10 to win $55 whole)
Auburn Tigers: +550 (guess $10 to win $65 whole)
Illinois Preventing Illini: +750 (guess $10 to win $85 whole)
BYU Cougars: +1500 (guess $10 to win $160 whole)
San Diego State Aztecs: +2000 (guess $10 to win $210 whole)
"However there is not any conceivable method the Huskies do not make it to the Candy 16 in Boston. I do get that Auburn, with a KenPom score of 4 and an elite protection, might give the Huskies some suits with the best way they guard however I do not suppose it is definitive that Auburn will get to the second weekend as a result of I despise its draw. As a lot as I wish to say Iowa State would problem the Huskies extra, I nonetheless would moderately play the Cyclones than 2-seeds Tennessee or Arizona. Sure, I am nicely conscious that Iowa State crushed Houston within the Massive 12 Event championship recreation however I nonetheless have some issues about its offense." — Fanta
ODDS TO WIN WEST REGION:
Arizona Wildcats: +230 (guess $10 to win $33 whole)
North Carolina Tar Heels: +380 (guess $10 to win $48 whole)
Baylor Bears: +700 (guess $10 to win $80 whole)
Alabama Crimson Tide: +700 (guess $10 to win $80 whole)
Saint Mary's Gaels: +1000 (guess $10 to win $110 whole)
Michigan State Spartans: +1300 (guess $10 to win $140 whole)
"The bracket units up properly for second-seeded Arizona to make a prolonged NCAA Event run and probably attain the Last 4 for the primary time since 2001. It has been 9 years since former coach Sean Miller introduced the Wildcats to the Elite Eight in consecutive seasons, and present head coach Tommy Lloyd might be desirous to string collectively a couple of wins after getting upset by No. 15 Princeton final March." — Cohen
ODDS TO WIN SOUTH REGION:
Houston Cougars: +145 (guess $10 to win $24.50 whole)
Marquette Golden Eagles: +500 (guess $10 to win $60 whole)
Duke Blue Devils: +650 (guess $10 to win $75 whole)
Kentucky Wildcats: +700 (guess $10 to win $80 whole)
Wisconsin Badgers: +1200 (guess $10 to win $130 whole)
Florida Gators: +1500 (guess $10 to win $160 whole)
Texas Tech Purple Raiders: +1500 (guess $10 to win $160 whole)
"I just like the Cougars fairly a bit, however alternative knocks for Kentucky. The Wildcats must keep away from the upset risk in opposition to Greg Kampe and Oakland, then get Texas Tech or NC State. Sure, the Wolf Pack are red-hot, however each of these groups are beatable for a group as proficient as Kentucky, little question. It is time for John Calipari to go on a run and I felt this was a manageable path." — Fanta
ODDS TO WIN MIDWEST REGION:
Purdue Boilermakers: +170 (guess $10 to win $27 whole)
Tennessee Volunteers: +350 (guess $10 to win $45 whole)
Creighton Bluejays: +480 (guess $10 to win $58 whole)
Kansas Jayhawks: +1000 (guess $10 to win $110 whole)
Gonzaga Bulldogs: +1000 (guess $10 to win $110 whole)
Texas Longhorns: +1800 (guess $10 to win $190 whole)
"The Boilermakers are additionally fairly lucky in that Kansas is well the weakest 4-seed on this 12 months's event, as harm questions swirl round guard Kevin McCullar Jr. (18.3 factors per recreation) and heart Hunter Dickinson (18 factors per recreation). That is additionally one thing of a down 12 months for fifth-seeded Gonzaga, which enters the Massive Dance with a 25-7 general file that's the program's worst since 2016. Each groups are topic to potential upsets of their first-round matchups in opposition to Samford and McNeese State, respectively." — Cohen
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Saturday, November 4 -- Crack!ship AU: Write a crack!ship au.
Summary: San gets roughed up by some swine demons and seeks refuge in the back room... but maybe she finds more there...
Tags: Canon divergent, Demon Attack rewrite, Hurt/Comfort, werewolf x human, whole lotta angst, tw blood, tw gore, super ooc, do not come for me, actually do not look at my trash thanks, love you all, this is actually just bc I love Luke Hemmings ok, also no beta (hehe werewolf pun) we die like MEN
Rating: Teen (PG 13)
Featuring: Gregory Eeyore (@notmuchofatail)
Her side hissed with pain, a searing sound emanated from her ribs. Her body was trying to heal itself already. The boar demons really did a number on San; goring the wolf between them and their prey. White fur, stained red, was dripping on the street. The girl inside was panicking about the contagion in her blood. She couldn’t save anyone if she damned them all to a fate they didn’t choose. As quickly as the swine fell, one by one and excruciatingly slow, San twisted into her human flesh. Naked and scared in the middle of the street, she ran to the closest place she felt comfort.
It was strange how well she’d grown to like Ruff to Fluff. With all the customer facing tasks and cleaning up, she thought she’d have to trudge through her work day despite being surrounded by animals. One thing that made her day rush by, surprisingly, was her boss. Greg didn’t seem to like anyone, not unless you were as unassuming as he was. Even then, San thought it was a lost cause to try and win him over.
Then he smiled. It was one time and easy to miss. It was something sarcastic San had said, she couldn’t remember now. She just remembered the feeling in her stomach that came and went with it. A shift happened in her, not something primal or fierce, but something soft. The wolf hadn’t felt this way before, not for her pack, not for Lou. What she thought she felt for him was driven by an instinct, a want to be a part of something again. All she wanted from Greg was to make him smile again.
She doubted he would smile at her now, tracking debris and blood all in the back room. San clicked the door shut behind her and prayed that no one would hear her rustling about. Her hot skin ran tepid as it grew pale. Clammy hands reached in the dark for something to stop the blood flow; towels, blankets, puppy pads, anything. San was bleeding out of her guts. Her body was fighting the wounds as she fought time. The swine demons tore her to shreds and she was fighting a losing battle. She pulled some ratty donated towels from a shelf and covered the gash across her abdomen. Crimson wicked up the threads as she held the pressure, grabbing another. Her heaving breath and heart along with the cries of civilians in the other room drowned out the footsteps approaching. San cradled the towels into her nude form and the lights flicked on.
A beat.
Her eyes met ocean blues, no need to adjust from the dark. San’s breath hitched, she held it against her will until Greg breathed out her name, “San?”
It wasn’t a question. He knew exactly what he saw before him. The girl drenched in sweat and blood, naked and crouched over a pile of towels. She was hurt, badly. He moved to meet her, locking the door behind him in one fell motion.
“Stop!” She hushedly demanded, pleaded.
Greg froze. What was he supposed to do? The girl he’d grown to love in the past months was mortally wounded and begging him to leave her to bleed. San talked about going home before. The Great Forest, guarded by spirits and wolves beyond Mundus' imagination. She painted a beautiful picture and how important the conservation was. Greg’s heart sank when she talked about leaving and he didn’t know why it bothered him so much. Until now.
She was mere feet away from him and his heart was plummeting. San would just be another victim of this place if he couldn’t help her now. Ignoring her, Greg went to his knees beside her. San kicked herself across the floor away from him, sliding back against the wall. “Please, don’t! You can’t– you can’t touch me! My blood–”
San was on the verge of tears, clutching the sopping towels to her torso, covering what she could. “I’m a– I’m, I’m–”
The words wouldn’t come. She choked up every time she tried to say it, admit what she was. Admit she had been lying to him this whole time. San was a danger to him, the staff, the animals… Her stomach twisted at what Greg would think of her. “I know.”
‘I know.’
San’s panicked hiccups subsided as she played his words back in her head.
‘I know.’
“San… San, I’ve known for a while,” the man scooted closer, pulling a blanket from a bin. “You aren’t that good at hiding it,” he wrapped the cushy fabric around her shoulders, careful not to touch the contaminants.
San was shivering. She’d been in dire situations before; the Order, the forest, the wolves. But she didn’t ever feel so cold, nor so hot that the tears streaming felt like relief. Greg knew. He knew and he hadn’t fired her, or accused her of being a danger, a liar. He knew and he kept smiling at her.
He continued, wrapping his arms around her over the shield of thick wool, “You never scared me, you know? But you’re scaring me right now, so just… Just tell me how I can help you, okay? You’ve gotta get home, remember?”
His head rested on her shoulder as he leaned in, begging for her to meet him halfway. San slumped into Greg’s chest, “You promised me you’d send pictures, a-and you’d restore the forest. So, so you can’t be another victim of tonight. This place… it fucking takes and takes, but it can’t take you–”
“Will you come?” San asked in a voice almost unrecognizable to herself, so tender and mild. She repeated, still muffled into his collarbone, “Will you come with me?”
It was Greg’s turn to feel an overwhelming sense of relief amidst a town wide tragedy. He placed his chin on her head and nodded, “Of course. I’ll go anywhere, just please get through this, San.”
“I just need time to heal,” she breathed out. “Come morning, my stomach’ll have closed up and I’ll just need to rest for a while. A long, long while…”
Greg’s heart rejoiced that San seemed to believe she was on the mend and that he wasn’t going to lose her tonight. He hadn’t felt this invested in someone for ages, and he hadn’t expected San to sink her claws into him like she did. Maybe it was her lack of charm, that she didn’t try to worm her way into his brain. It just happened. It happened over a laugh, over their shared passion for animals, over his own protests. He fought it for weeks. He reminded himself of who she associated with, how odd she could be, how she was literally a werewolf. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to see her as anything other than who she was to him. San wasn’t like anyone he’d met before. He loved her in spite of it all. He just couldn’t admit that to himself until he heard the muffled whimpers through the door, until he saw her doused in red. Greg held the girl close, determined to never let her go again, “You can rest, San. I’ve got you.”
Weariness took over. The girl curled into his arms, careful to avoid touching him with any exposed viscera. He wrapped the blanket tighter and San felt as if he was holding her together. She’d gone her whole life without being held like this. Any semblance of touch was either harsh or methodical. No one held the werewolf simply to hold her. No human showed her the kind of love and care Greg was giving her now. The flesh mended, but something else did too. A wound left by humans long, long ago. The voice in her head that told San she was a monster, an unlovable creature that needed to be left to the wolves, was replaced. Her parents weren’t people that knew her anymore. They didn’t see the woman she grew to be despite the bite. Greg did. He saw her. San didn’t know for how long, but she hoped he would for much longer after tonight.
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Dream SMP Recap (February 7/2021) - End of Week
I hope you all are caught up on your Tom Gravy hotdog-eating Olympics lore.
Also, the server’s first attempt at a prison break...? I guess??
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- HBomb explores the SMP mainland and looks at the L’manburg Crater, wondering if he should build a house there. He runs a poll and it’s 50/50.
- H runs back through the Nether. Sam asked him if he wanted to visit Dream at some point and H said yes.
- He discusses the possibilities of future catmaid bits. Would Sam let him be a prison maid?
- Foolish asks H for 16452 sandstone. Unfortunately, HBomb doesn’t have it.
- H gets filled in on all the SMP lore and figures out the ultimate truth:
Sapnap wrote the books in the Inbetween.
Sapnap can time travel.
Sapnap is the answer.
- H speaks with Foolish, and H mentions the gold bar labelled “HBomb’s maid service” that he got from Fundy...
- Foolish says he does need some sandstone...
- Dream logs on the server. He dies in lava and leaves.
- H tells Foolish the story of how he killed Technoblade 27 times, and asks if he knows about the obstacle course.
- H and Foolish meet near the Community House and Foolish is...surprised...by HBomb’s skin.
- Foolish brings HBomb to the Temple of Undying.
- Then they go to Snowchester.
- Later, Foolish continues work on the Temple.
- Tubbo speaks with Scott Smajor.
- Ranboo goes mining while Tubbo makes a sandwich.
- Niki shows off her secret city. It’s been coming along well!
- Tubbo is just trying to get Ranboo DMCA’d at this point.
- Niki starts working on building the secret city some more.
- Niki’s character still deals with night terrors and isn’t sure what to feel about Wilbur. She sleeps in her own chamber and writes in a diary about what she’s going through.
- George has woken up!
- He comes onto the SMP after speedrunning and wonders what to do. He needs new supplies, because he has absolutely nothing now.
- He asks if Sapnap has his stuff, but Sapnap says no. He gave it all to Karl. George calls Karl. Karl can’t give his stuff back at the moment.
- Dream and Quackity fill him in on how Tom Brady got a home run and won a gold medal in the Olympics World Cup.
It begins.
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Gronk, Greg, and Tony Romo all pulled their weight as well. One got bronze in the Grand Prix. They also talk about how Tom Gravy’s been doing. There’s also Tony Gravy, who is Tom Gravy’s brother, but they mean to talk about Tony Romo and how many laps he finished.
The football stans took over the trending tab with their profile pics.
- Bad joins the call and they start filling him in on the Olympics. Bad mentions the Superb Owl.
- Tony Romo is the 11th time gold medalist of the Grand Prix who is going to retire soon to become an announcer for the Bikini Bottom competition.
- Tom Gravy never dies. Well, he said that he might in a couple years, but by then he’ll have won several more medals. His goal is to eat 10,000 hot dogs by 2022. He burns off calories by running around the Grand Prix track. Tony Romo gives him all the advice.
- They have different maps for Tony Romo and Tom Gravy, one of which is in Russia. Change of scenery.
- Tony O’Brown got one of the goals and that was it, but the real dagger was by Patrick, who threw an interception.
Tony Romo ran a red light in Alaska, having won the Grand Prix with 21 laps, and got a mugshot for it, but got a medal for Sexiest Mugshot so it wasn’t too bad. His goal is 22.
- They also have a pizza restaurant called Tom and Tony.
- Wait, Patrick got the mugshot gold medal for running the intersection. Tony Romo went to Russia.
- Gronk faked his retirement, then lied and showed up at the Olympics, won anyway and got a gold medal. He was pretending to train but he never actually trained. He took different videos with different shirts to pretend that he was training on different days.
- Gronk wanted it to be surprising when he won. Him and Tom Gravy were very good friends. They met before the first Olympics while training together.
- George asks if there’s a Wiki to learn all this lore from. Dream says there is, but it’s on the Dark Web.
- Though Patrick had the sexiest mugshot, there were plenty of others that weren’t so sexy.
- Tom Gravy is now trending.
- George has just been mining throughout all of this.
- Karl joins the conversation. Tony Romo retired because of the money but also because he had a kid, according to Quackity.
- Taylor Swift named something after the number of hotdogs Tom Gravy had to eat daily last year, which was 22. They call him “The American Patriot” for all the hotdogs he eats, but this year he was more of a Pirate.
- During the Olympics recess, Tom Gravy was sponsored by Hard Mikes.
- Greg is in his flop area at the moment. He was a Patrick fan, actually, but then the whole incident happened with the intersection.
- Out of the last 20 Olympics, Tom Gravy’s won 7 and been to 10. This is the Hotdog-Eating Olympics, though, not the world Olympics. The Hotdog-Eating Olympics happens at the rate that the Grand Prix happens divided by 2.
- There was a cheating scandal where he was accused of inflating his stomach. “Inflate-Gate.”
- Tom Gravy ate 200 hotdogs in 12 seconds, which is called a “Scarf Ace” in the contest.
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- Foolish gives George Netherite.
- Ponk attempts to kill George. George escapes to the Holy Land.
- Bad points out that because the enforcer of the Holy Land’s neutrality rules is in the prison, they’re free to kill Ponk. Dream says no, they’ll get punished if they do. He also asks why there’s a turtle in the Holy Land, and asks to delete it.
Callahan, Bad and Foolish all come join them in Church Prime.
- Ponk steals Oogway and a fistfight breaks out. Captain Puffy arrives.
- George tricks Puffy into killing him in Church Prime. Dream says that George’s stream was conveniently blacked out for some reason. They start talking about pictures.
- Callahan kills George in the Holy Land. Dream says it was blacked out again.
- Ponk kills George in the Holy Land. Dream saw that one and Ponk falls out of the world.
- Dream finally reveals the truth behind the old Bedwars clip after several months of mystery.
(It was porn)
- One thing leads to another, Dream drops some glass water bottles and sings “Mad World” in the background after being rejected by George for Valentine’s Day.
- They start leaking Rat pics.
- George is preoccupied and doesn’t notice as Ponk boxes him in with obsidian. Puffy arrives to help him out.
- Foolish shows George his summer house and gives him supplies.
- Quackity tries to insist that he’s not a competitive hotdog eater, but everyone already knows the truth.
- Karl comes online and gives George the Netherite.
- The chaos continues as they pass it back and forth. Callahan joins in.
- George goes to the prison and tries to break in. GEORGE LORE STREAM?? NOT CLICKBAIT??
- He finds a very secret and important area.
- (It’s a lightswitch)
- George starts breaking a blackstone block in the wall to rescue Dream.
- Dream tells George to keep trying to break him out, saying it’s been long enough. Karl says that, in his very canonical opinion, it has not, in fact, been long enough yet.
- Dream warns George that he actually has to hurry, in case Awesam logs on.
- George sits there mining for a good few minutes. One block between Dream and freedom! Callahan comes to watch.
- He finally breaks the block!
...
...
- Aaaand behind it is obsidian.
- George immediately ends stream.
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Later, Awesam places the single block back...
...And threatens to take all of George’s canon lives if he ever messes with the prison again.
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Upcoming Events:
- Many, many visits with Dream
- Many meetings with Technoblade, with Puffy’s specifically happening very soon
- Prison guard introduction stream this week
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END OF WEEK RECAP:
2/1: Ponk’s dream, Ranboo speaks with Awesam
2/2: Ponk reads Jack’s Journal, Tommy takes a piece of the Crimson, Awesam and Fran
2/3: Puffy attempts to destroy the Crimson, Tales From the SMP: “The Masquerade”
2/4: Nothing much happens
2/5: Jack Manifold becomes the main character
2/6: Puffy searches for parrots
2/7: The 5-Hour Tom Gravy Stream
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Science and Vision
Part I
A/N: let's start something completely new! Hope you'll like the idea. I dont know how many parts I'll write. Let's see what happens togheter.
Once, Greg said that he has to choice between science or 'something else'. And he chose science. What it someone we is going to bump into is thinking otherwise.
I'm also using the characters of Frank Diners, introduced in episode 13x02! A couple of years before those (terrible) event.
Important: this parts are dreams
Couple: Greg Sanders/Female!Reader
Category: Romantic, Supernatural, Phychic, a little of angst of course.
Content Warning: mention to cases in which is involved a kidnap and a murder. Csi classical stuff.
Summary: Reader is a powerful psychic, as her grandmother. Unfortunately, this gift doesn't help her in paying the rent, but as his mom always says 'anything happen without a reason'.
Reader starts to believe that when a series of drammatic nightmares start to keep you company during the night. And the subject is always the same, like a video, replied over and over again....
*****
Las Vegas, December 5th 2010
《Sorry Vincent! I'm late!》
You make your entrance at your work place - Frank's Diner- and you notice both officers Akers and Mitchell laught softly at you from their position at the bench.
《Traffic is tremendous tonight》, you try to explain yourself, keeping your apron and put it on. Your boss is in the kitchen, so he doesn't notice your delay. Owen, his brother, grinns from the front desk, like he doesn't mind at all. Picking a pen and your notebook, you look at the two officers with a charming smile. 《What can I serve to you, gentlemen?》
Andy orders the usual coffee with bacon and eggs, even if is like three in the morning. The bell on the door rings again and four people are now coming into. The last one, the guy who is talking with Owen, is the one who always caught your attention. Greg Sanders, CSI, hot material. He is also funny and interesting.
A total match.
But probably too smart to notice a waitress. Little does he know that you have a master degree. You are the new one in here and most of the clients are cops. Cops never ask too much and if the do, well.... it's an interview.
《Ei (y/n)》 , sayis a man, smiling at you with his usual kindness. 《Are you on shift tonight? Isn't this your day off?》
《What can I say, Nicky?》, is your answer, keeping a pitcher full of hot coffee. You fill a cup for him while you are still speaking. 《I need some extra money. I have some problems with my car, actually...》
《Again?》 Sara asks you, keeping the mug you're offering to her. 《Maybe is time to change that tin can.》
Akers captures your attentions with a joke. 《Maybe that's why you're always late!》
You start to pretend to be offended, putting and hand on your chest. Greg laughs and answers for you. 《It's a '69 Chevy Chevelle, Sara. (Y/n) cant just throw that piece of history away.》
《Thanks Sanders, you truly are a man of culture》 , you says, bright smile and a little wink, while Edie grinns next to you. 《That car is a part of me》
《The oldest one, I presume》 , Catherine tosses at you, 《Sorry to bother your discussion about ancient veichles but we are on a case and we need some fuel to work. Can we order now, (y/n)? You are in front 9f a group of hungry forensics. 》
《Of couse you can!》 Vincent appears somewhere next to you. 《Edie will keep your orders guys! (Y/n) has a big mouth ... hasn't she?》
Everyone laugh while you blush a little, biting your tongue to avoid a rude tense. Dahlia comes to the bench, asking for her usual milkshake that you are more than happy to prepare for her. Just to hide how much you are embarrassed. The CSI stay for almost 30 minutes and you cant help yourself but searching for Greg's gaze. He gives you some in return, but the two of you don't speak till it's time to say goodnight.
《Which one?》, Dahlia asks you, while you are still pointing the door with both your eyes, as you are waiting him to come back and ask you out one of those days.
《Don't know what are you talking about》, is you flat answer while the realisation that he is gone again without your number arrives.
《Stokes or Sanders?》, the blonde ask again. Edie smiles, clearly enjoyed by the situation. You know that she is only happy to have a co worker but also too shy to ask first. There is Dahlia for this.
You sigh, 《Am I so obvious?》
《You look so helpless, baby girl》, Dahlia continues, playing with her long amazing hair. 《You didn't answer sweety.》
You have your back on a corner. Once a Marines, always a Marine and Dahlia is proving this theory to you right now. So you decide to let it go. 《The cutest...》
Edie keeps the dirty mugs, smiling even brighter. 《So Sanders》
《We need to arrange a date》, is the last statement from Dahlia, before she goes on Owen to pay. She lefts 5 bucks as a tip, and a malicious smile. 《Because if we have to wait the both of you, guys.... nights in Vegas are long, but not that much!》
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The crowd is melting in front of your eyes. All that is matter right now is him.
His eyes on the road, is smile....
The sound of the music is far away from you and you can enjoy the sweet sound of his voice.
The place is dark and quiet and you feel safe with him.
He is your only hope.
Your courage....
No one have never understood you like he can. You two meant to each other.
So why is he so mad at you?
And then the pain arrives.
Is impossible to handle it.
Your hands are painted in crimson and you are loosing your balance...
....The room is so cold.
The silence is heavier than you think.
And the Emptiness is swallowing you all, piece to piece, slowly....
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Here we go again. Another shift, beyond the bench with an headache caused by lack of sleep. It's the same old story since.... you can recall.
You've started to have this nightmare almost two weeks ago, when you moved to Vegas. It's funny, you run away from ghosts just to bump into new ones.
But this time is different. Is more...
Powerful and you are helpless because you can't just go to the doctor and tell him 'hi, I'm a psychic and my visions are too strong while I try to sleep. Can you prescribe me Valium? A family storage please.'
Everyone will change their behavior towards you if they only know...
Same old story, again.
And you are so tired to move away every time you feel uncomfortable.
Is a lonely condition because you have to keep this secret for yourself.
You are the mad one, in the end. The crazy girl who can see the 'emotions' of dead people. Their last moments. And you grow tired of being the freak.
You want to be normal.
You want to be less lonely.
《Ei (y/n). You look so pale, what's going on?》
Your eyes meet Greg's ones when you hear him speak. A tiny smile appears on your lips, while you rise your hand to keep a mug full of coffee for the agent. 《 Have you ever sperimented how awful is being tired but incapable of fell asleep?》
《Please don't tell me》, is his answer, while he is smiling at you. You can't help yourself but think that is so cute. 《Thank you for the coffee.》
《Do you want to eat something?》
《No, I'm fine (y/n). I just want to review this case. I hope I won't bother you if I stay here at the bench for a bit.》
So charming.
He would never bother you.
Another smile and then you come back to work, serving coffee and keeping orders to the abitudinary clients. Greg stays much longer than 'a bit', by the way. An hour passed and he is still there. Is almost the dawn and you are going to end your shift. You are so tired...
You will probably walk home; you are too messy to drive.
You come back to Greg and you lean against the bar, yawning in your fist. 《May I ask you about this case?》
He sighs. 《An answer for and answer.》
《Then ask, Sanders.》
He looks at you with a small grinn. 《Why you can't sleep? Did you partied all night at the Mediterranean?》
A small laught abandon you month. 《 I wish. I just had a nightmare....》 He looks sorry for you, but it's fine. 《So? The case?》
He goes through his file before he shows you a picture. You barely hear what he says next. 《A girl disappeared a couple of weeks ago. Her name is Nina Foster, a university student. She was the head cheerleader of the college's football team and she went missed since the last.... (y/n), are you ok?》
You are barely breathing now. 《Oh my God.》
《What?》 , he asks without understand what's wrong. 《Do you know her?》
《I didn't. 》 you reply. 《.... I have dreamt about her. My nightmares....》 your hand traces slowly the line of the jaw in the pic, before speak again. 《I saw her being stabbed in the belly..... I think she is dead.》
....That probably wasn't a good idea.
~ continue ~
#greg sanders#greg sanders x reader#greg sanders imagine#greg sanders fanfiction#csi x reader#csi fanfiction#csi fic#csi
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wakeup | greg sanders | csi vegas | mature.
Notes:
Okay, so... This fits into the same universe as the fic I’m currently writing ( trouble ) but.. You do not have to read it for it to make a lot of sense? I mean it’s basically just wake up sex...
Listen, I needed to write this. I had to get it out. I had to.
Prompts Used:
None, actually. This is just a random scene that came to mind.
Other Parts
( ONE ) - ONLY LINKING TO THE FIRST CHAPTER BC i THINK I LINKED TO THE OTHER PARTS THROUGHOUT.
Warnings:
Uhh. This content is not meant for minors. Absolutely not meant for minors. So if you’re under 18+ click away now. If you don’t like smut, you’re not going to like this. Facts. If you continue to read, despite knowing all of this ahead of time, this is now your problem. I warned you right here in black and white.
If you’re sticking around, first of all yayyyy!, second, these are some things you need to look out for or be aware of: unprotected sex / body fluids, biting/sucking. that’s pretty much it.
Tagging:
@chasingeverybreakingwave
@twistnet
WAKEUP,
Sunlight filtered in through the blinds covering his bedroom window. For a few seconds, Greg leaned in the doorway to the room, dragging thick digits through spiky hair, just watching her sleep. The blanket was barely covering her body and when she rolled over onto her side, cuddling herself against his pillow with an arm over it, the blanket slipped to the floor as it gave up the fight. The blanket’s absence revealed crimson colored cotton and Greg had to work to swallow the lump in his throat as it built.
,, I am… The very definition of a lucky bastard.” the thought came just as he started to really strain against his jeans. He bent, pulling off his Vans and leaving them by the bedroom door. He pulled off his socks next. Then he took off his jeans letting them settle on the floor seconds later and then tugging the olive green long sleeve shirt over his head, letting that settle next to his jeans.
A lime green wire was barely visible through the wild mess of dark brown hair and Greg could hear their song playing quietly. She’d fallen asleep listening to music or true crime podcasts again and it had him chuckling as he carefully moved his pillow from beneath her arm and slipped into bed next to her.
He slipped the earbud out of her ear and felt around until he located her cell phone, slipping it out from beneath her pillow and putting it on charge on his nightstand because if he didn’t, it’d be dead later.
She wasn’t ever really good at remembering to keep her cell phone accurately charged. It slipped her mind often. If she wasn’t forgetting to charge it, she was forgetting where she had it last.
As she seemed to realize that he was home from his shift at the lab, she curled into him, her arm and leg slipping over him as she did so. Greg’s hand raised, caressing her cheek and pushing the black velvet eye mask she wore to keep the light out of her eyes up and out of the way. Her body molded against his completely. Her mouth pressed lazily against his as she yawned out “You’re finally home. I can actually sleep.”
Her words had him chuckling. His tongue dragged slow over the outline of plump lips before slipping between them. She rocked into him just a little and his arm slipped over her, hand settling on her ass, gripping. A quiet whine escaped her lips, lingering in the small space between their mouths. He felt the shiver pass through her body as he gave her ass another squeeze, rocking her into him all over again.
“I thought that’s what you were doing, babe.” he muttered into a deepening kiss in between the soft sounds of their mouths meeting. She took his face in her hands, deepening the kiss even more. The kiss broke and they pulled apart to breathe. Her hands were all over him now, trailing over his chest, making him growl quietly as he settled on top of her, leaning down. Hands ghosting over her sides and slipping beneath the hem of his t-shirt, that she’d been sleeping in. Working it up over her head slowly. Her hand dipped down, a delicate fingertip dragging ever so slowly across his abdomen, just above the waistband of his boxers, making him groan quietly.
“I was trying to. Now I can actually do it.” Belle answered sleepily, pulling him down on top of her completely. Whimpering when she felt him hard enough to break, straining through his boxers. Greg thrust himself against her, his hands skimming over her sides again, hanging on her curves as he gazed into big and bright but sleepy brown eyes and promptly started to get lost.
Just like always.
He was an addict and she was his shot of dopamine. And so much more.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Belle asked, biting down on her lower lip as she gazed up at him. Greg chuckled, shaking his head. Trailing a finger over those kiss swollen lips of hers and making her give a quiet whimper and promptly pout, accusing him of being a tease before he finally got to answer, “Nothin, babe. Just can’t stop thinking about how sexy you are. How lucky I am that I get to come home to you.” he bucked himself into her and she met the motion, her arms slipping around his neck. Fingers toying with the hair at the nape of his neck as she smiled and gave him a deep kiss.
Filled with longing. Her hands all over him because she just couldn’t keep them off or still for very long.
“I’m telling you, I’m the lucky one, Greg.” her legs raised, bent at the knee and one of them resting on either side of his body. In the softest and most teasing tone he’d ever heard, she muttered against his mouth as she licked at the outline of it when the kiss broke again at last, “Wanna put me back to sleep, baby?”
“Mhm. Very much so.” Greg’s voice was husky and warm against her skin as his mouth moved down the front of her throat slowly. Stopping to nip and lick, making her come alive beneath him. Her legs squeezing his sides as she rubbed against him more. Desperate for friction. Desperate to feel skin on skin completely. With an impatient whine, she reached down between them, tugging at the thick band of his boxers, gazing up at him with a begging look that had him caving in a split second.
He tugged her panties down, tossing them out of the way and then he pulled away from her and she rose to sit, tugging at his boxers, letting them pool at his feet. He kicked them free and he was settling back on top of her, pushing her back against the mattress all over again as his hands caressed her face and his mouth buried in her mouth all over again, deeply.
His hands wandered then settled on her hips and he sank into her slowly, burying inch for inch inside. Gazing deep into her eyes as the kiss broke. Slow deep drives so that she could feel every single inch as it buried inside her. The soft creak of their bed made them laugh a little, especially when it started to get louder.. Faster. She clung to his body and nipped at his neck, marking it up, making him groan and grip her body tighter, really starting to slam into her. His forehead settled against her forehead.
All he could do was stare down at her. Mesmerized by every little move her body made pinned beneath his. He bit down on his lip, a quiet groan escaping and hanging in the air between the two.
She was staring right back at him, her hips perfectly meeting his with each deep and drawn out drive deep into her body. When he bottomed out, her head fell back and her eyes fluttered open and shut as she moaned his name. Her legs wrapped around his hips, drawing him in deeper still, her heels digging into his backside as he pumped in and out of her, the sound of skin against skin and the slow and steady creak of the bed competing with the sound of her whimpers and cries of pleasure and his moans.
He felt her tensing, starting to shake a little and he slowed. Peppering hot little kisses against her face, lips and neck. Touching her all over. Her nails scraped at his bare back and his fingers dug into her hips as he tried to work himself back from the edge.
“You’re fucking amazing.”
“So are you.” she met his lips in a slow but fiery kiss, her teeth tugging at his bottom lip just slightly, the pressure making his lips ache and he knew that hours from now, he’d still feel that ache and he’d smile to himself about it when he thought about why his lips were aching and his back was scratched… why there were love bites littering his neck, throat and chest.
And he’d remember every single handprint, love bite and mark he left behind on her as well.
“Baby, please.” she whimpered when he started to fuck into her all over again, slower. Deeper. Touching her everywhere he could get his hands. “Please what?” Greg asked, a teasing chuckle against her skin as his mouth roamed down the side of her neck, marking it up even more.
“Faster. Harder.” her legs grip on his hips tightened and he grunted as the way she angled her hips had him hitting right against a spot that felt so fucking good he didn’t want to stop and almost couldn’t. He barely managed to keep himself from obliging her, speeding up as she was begging for, but he managed to slow down, shaking his head.
“Uh uh.” he teased, rolling his tongue over the outline of kiss swollen lips, making her stick her tongue out to meet his. Her arms went around his neck, her fingers toying with the hair at the nape of it. He slowed even more, nearly pulling all the way out only to slowly bury himself back inside of her, inch for inch. And the more he did this, the more her fingers dug into his shoulders or her nails dragged down his back.
The more he did this, the more he tortured himself until finally, he almost couldn’t hold back anymore. His mouth dove against her own and he muttered quietly, “Now baby. It has to be now, I can’t take anymore, fuck.”
When he felt her tighten around his length, he growled, nipping at her neck, lips latching on, sucking as he fucked into her faster, erratic thrusts of their bodies meeting and the sound of skin against skin competing with their moans and groans or the way she whimpered his name over and over as she went racing over the edge and he went right along with her. He fucked them through a shared orgasm and pressed himself against her before falling to the bed beside her and rolling onto his side, wrapping his body around her, hands caressing her face as he gave her a long and slow and deep kiss.
“Tired now, baby?” he teased when she yawned and nodded. “Very.”
He yawned too, nodding in agreement. “Same. Let’s go to sleep, yeah?”
“Mhm.” she purred, lips brushing against his chest, already starting to drift off...
#greg sanders fanfiction#greg sanders imagine#greg sanders fanfic#greg sanders oneshot#greg sanders one shots#greg sanders imagines#my writing ; greg sanders#my fics ; greg sanders#my oneshots ; greg sanders#my fanfiction ; greg sanders#// absolutely no one (0) under 18+#// unprotected s*x tw#// body fluids tw
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"Taste of my Love" is like the ideal joke song like its a shame it's not better known cuz it's objectively funnier than any other meme song because everything surrounding it is so delicious:
Made by a band that takes itself too seriously within a genre that takes itself too seriously (b4 u come at me I am an ELP fan)
It's use of poorly thought-out horny metaphors for sex rivals Ginuwine's "my pony" but is more absurd because it is done by a pretentious prog band and sounds far too genuine
Nobody wanted to make it and weren't getting along either
The album was made in a beach house to evade taxes
The prog style keyboarding plays throughout and is jarringly out of place
It has a fakeout ending where u think it's over than it keeps on going
Unless u have weird taste in men none of the people making it were objectively hot enough to justify the lyrics or that album art (ELP stans please don't send me more pictures of Keith Emerson I've already seen them and I'm still a lesbian)
If you ignore the lyrics the instrumental talent is actually quite good
The guy who wrote "The court of the crimson king" also wrote the line "call up room service order peaches and cream" and nobody stopped him
I've listened to it more than any other ELP song and it always without fail makes me never want to have sex again until enough time has passed that I can forget abt Greg Lake calling his dick a "stallion"
#long post#elp fans please be kind to me I'm one of u im just very objective and my groupchat plays this song too much#its better than popsicle#its better than my pony#its better than careless whisper#its better than sexy rhino#every song wishes it was as funny as taste of my love
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Ultimate Unwanted Progtent: All bands as a single band
oh god......... well here’s how that’d look. i’ve gotten all the classic proggers together to rehearse and then perform some prog epics together at a concert. the results? a hot mess
all the vocalists get together. john wetton proposes they try to coordinate their outfits. everybody agrees to wear green. they get out to perform and everyone is wearing green but peter gabriel. he’s wearing the bright HONKIN’ yellow slipperman costume. everyone attempts to ignores this. as they perform they try to switch off lines like the beastie boys but the slipperman keeps body slamming into everyone (accidentally). greg lake files a complaint with the fbi
all the bassists get together. they immediately bond because they’re all the coolest people of all time. they’re all on the same Wavelength and decide that they don’t need any practice. on stage they completely wing it but their telepathy powers are immense. chris squire and geddy lee and tony levin? all being funky af together
all the keyboardists get together. they immediately start arguing about who’s playing what. tony banks and keith emerson keep yelling at each other about a singular note that they’re “playing wrong”. rick wakeman sits in the corner eating some turnips. they finally work everything out 5 seconds before the concert starts. they do ok but keep on giving each other dirty looks
all the guitarists get together. david gilmour leads the rehearsal but is concerned about that one king crimson guitarist that won’t say anything and keeps staring blankly at him. on stage everything is fine (except fripp is still staring.) until frank zappa starts soloing. he doesn’t know when to stop. someone help him please
all the drummers get together. they kinda just whack their drums until something good happens and then call it a day. phil collins is attempting to lead at the concert but there are just too many drummers. carl palmer left and returned halfway through the concert to retrieve 5 gongs. no one agreed to this
all the violinists get together. eddie jobson and david cross thank god that they didn’t go with the keyboardists
#everyone's here lmaooo#unwanted prog content#john wetton#king crimson#peter gabriel#genesis#genesis band#greg lake#Emerson lake & Palmer#elp#chris squire#yes band#geddy lee#rush band#tony levin#tony banks#keith emerson#rick wakeman#david gilmour#pink floyd#robert fripp#frank zappa#phil collins#carl palmer#eddie jobson#david cross#im sorry.
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