#amused

[blogquantumreality]

John Shen relating his colorful past in The Pitt S02E01 "7:00 AM"

[aventurineswife]

can I make a request where reader is on the express and they and silver wolf have some... Fun and after they're done March comes barging in only to see silver wolf and reader in bed and now they have to explain to hemiko and welt what they where doing (like two teens getting scolded by their parents)

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Summary: You and Silver Wolf were just enjoying some intense co-op gaming (read: very compromising activities) aboard the Astral Express when March 7th accidentally walks in on you both. Cue absolute chaos as she panics, Welt sighs in eternal disappointment, and Himeko enjoys every second of your suffering. Silver Wolf? She’s just having the time of her life.

Tags: Silver Wolf x Reader, Crackfic, Spicy/Suggestive Themes, Caught in the Act, March 7th Screaming, Welt’s Disappointed Dad Energy, Himeko is Too Amused, Silver Wolf is a Menace, Shameless Teasing, Embarrassing Aftermath.

Warnings: Heavy suggestive themes (smut implied but not explicit), Strong language & innuendos, Mild secondhand embarrassment (okay, a lot of it), Silver Wolf being insufferably smug, March 7th possibly needing therapy after this.

The air inside your Express cabin was still warm, heavy with the aftermath of your and Silver Wolf’s… activities. The hacker herself lay sprawled across your bed, her hoodie tossed onto the floor, her usually cool and smug demeanor now slightly softened by the afterglow. A lazy smirk tugged at her lips as she idly twirled a strand of her silvery hair.

“You know,” she murmured, voice still husky, “that was way more fun than hacking the IPC’s security system.”

You huffed a laugh, rolling over onto your back beside her. “High praise, coming from you.”

She grinned, reaching for her game console on the nightstand, but before she could power it on—

BAM!

The door slammed open.

“HEY, [Name]—!!!”

March’s voice died in her throat as her eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights. She took exactly 0.2 seconds to take in the scene—Silver Wolf’s very distinct lack of clothing, the way you both scrambled to cover yourselves, and the undeniable scent of compromising activities still hanging in the air.

Her face turned so red it could probably fuel the Express’s next warp jump.

“OH. MY. AEON.” March clapped her hands over her mouth in pure horror. “WHAT THE—WHAT DID I JUST—OH MY GOD.”

Silver Wolf, ever the menace, simply grinned, completely unbothered. “Yo, March. Wanna knock next time?”

March made a strangled noise somewhere between a scream and a dying cat.

“You—you—you two—?!”

You groaned, shoving your face into your pillow. “March, please, for the love of everything, shut the door—”

Too late.

Because, naturally, when someone screams on the Express, it attracts attention.

And who else would come investigating but Himeko and Welt.

“Oh no,” you whispered, absolute dread sinking in.

“Oh yes,” Silver Wolf whispered back, absolutely delighted.

Welt, ever the composed one, merely adjusted his glasses with an unreadable expression, though his gaze lingered on the mess in the room for a moment too long. Himeko, on the other hand, had a smirk way too knowing for your comfort. She crossed her arms, raising an amused eyebrow.

“Well, well,” Himeko mused. “Looks like someone was having a bit too much fun in their free time.”

Silver Wolf cackled. “You have no idea.”

March shrieked. “DON’T SAY IT LIKE THAT!!”

You wanted to die.

Welt sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I am not being paid enough for this.”

“You’re not being paid at all,” Silver Wolf quipped.

Himeko giggled. “Alright, lovebirds, care to explain why March had to walk in on… this?”

You and Silver Wolf exchanged glances. You opened your mouth to try and salvage the situation—

“We were testing a new co-op game,” Silver Wolf deadpanned.

March choked. “YOU WERE WHAT?!”

Welt sighed even harder.

Himeko just laughed. “Oh? And what exactly was this game called?”

Silver Wolf didn’t miss a beat. “Horizontal Tango 3: Express Edition.”

You lost it.

March fainted.

Welt walked out.

Himeko simply patted your head with an evil smirk. “You two better keep the noise down next time.”

And just like that, she waltzed out, leaving you in absolute shame while Silver Wolf just grinned, entirely unrepentant.

“…You are the worst,” you groaned.

She only laughed, pulling you back into bed. “And yet, you love me anyway.”

Damn it. She wasn’t wrong.

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[musesforthedamned]

why do you use AI for your threads and replies? even your pinned post is ai generated :/ it's got obvious tells. and checking online brings back 100% AI results. i'm sure you have the talent to not resort to AI prose.

Ohhh, okay, I see now. An anon is "100%" certain that my writing is an algorithm issue that's backed by uncertainty, and the anon is "Sure I have the talent," then clearly- I'm going to break down and admit a lie by giving into the limitation of your exposure. I've built my voice, crafted my words, fabricated my worlds, and mused over decades of being a writer to excel at this skill, and it won't be for nothing.

Long, long before AI was even a thing, something that insecure little people who don't have the spine to say ON THE RECORD and OFF ANON that they're either intimidated by my paragraph structure, the expanse of my voclabulary, the ability to carry on emotional continuity while keeping the thread/reply in a stylish consistancy, hell, from the sounds of this whiny accusation that MY content is not written by ME?

It just sounds like a follower who tried to plot with me, has a thread with me, want to be mollycoddled or just feel as pathetic as they truly come across because they've been put on the backlog or- given the fact that my REAL LIFE has been a mess- don't care about the fact that there is an ACTUAL person writing each and every post, reply, message, starter and most likely?

In my opinion?

Consists of the muns who are the ones who are guilty of exactly what they're accusing, but even their 'genuine talent' when it comes to writing is artificial... is ignored by just about everyone, says so much more about the anon than it does about me.

Sahar. Writer since the age of 13 and now turning 32 this year.

I'll tell you what, I don't think you're that ignorant to realize that at this point; you're not welcome on MY blog since there was an accusation hurled at me but just to be sure, I need to point out that the 'Unfollow' button needs to be pressed on your end (trust me, you won't be missed) but with that action, please be sure to take the extra liberty of pressing the HARD BLOCK button.

There isn't a chance in freezing hell that I would ever want to consider writing with someone as feeble-minded to think that talent automatically equals 'Artificial' or 'Stolen creativity', as AI tends to imply when involved in the RPC.

I’ll continue writing the way I always have. You’re welcome to keep up. Without following me. Without DMing me. Without insulting me because someone other than you happens to have the skill to create and flourish with multiple muses, multiple original characters, multiple canon divergent muses, and hundreds of worlds that are built by my thread partner and me.

I feel like this could go on forever, but I've wasted enough energy on typing this reply to a bitchy, jealousy-ridden accusation by someone who doesn't have the skill to be kind, creative, or grammatically inspirational and correct.

You're not worth the movement of my fingers at this point.

I'm going to do me. You go do you. Far, far away from me because if we've talked and plotted or even have threads? Consider them in the trash bin, about to be set on fire.

You want to hate on creative people in a creative community with fellow, genuine and creative partners?

Do it with your own little circle and pretend like this wasn't just an attempt at trying to gain attention by accusing and trying to tear down someone who has way too many threads, way too much time, way too many ideas, and is clearly way better than you think because time won't be wasted on asks like this again.

Does anyone here want to think I use AI for my writing? I'm not stopping you from freedom of thought. I am, however, demanding that you keep such accusations to yourself and your insecurities about your own abilities in your own corner.

I have real-life shit going on at a 1000/10, and I don't think defending something that needs no words in response to petty thoughts is actually worth my time.

Trust me, it's not, and neither are people like you.

Anon will not be turned off because I get asks from sideblogs but any further accusations will be met with my amusment and only entice my sharp as claws nails, digging into the puny defences that could be thought up.

Also? 100% AI detected?

Lord, as someone who's spent most of her life editing, proofreading and rewriting my fellow students in English, Litreature and Myths; please, please, please do me the favor of providing the name and link to the tool that is able to generate a reply of 100% proof of inauthenticity because holy shit, that would make my life as a prospering English TA so much easier.

Because something like that? Doesn't. Exist.

Even UNIVERSITIES don't have the proper means to detect AI-generated work when students are graded by their professors on thoughts, journals, essays, theses, or the like.

Dash?

Don't be this anon. Don't be this ignorant. Don't be this insecure. And if you are? Don't even think of interacting with me.

I may come off as saccharine and sweet, loving and kind, but you clearly haven't known me long enough to know how entertaining it is watching people like you dance the dance of ignorance and try to act like they're holier than thou for my entertainment. It can become never-ending should I desire.

Now, kindly fuck off so I can continue my Bestie Weekend, this entire reply has taken about twenty minutes of my time in between making popcorn and The Office and I see no more worth being added to any of this on either end and I refuse to waste time that I could be using to do anything, anything at all, instead.

Buh-bye, bitches. Suck a limp one and pretend it's hard for you, is the TL;DR for this reply, tbh.

[eriiiiiik]

Ariel applauding

Source: https://tenor.com/sv/view/ariel-clapping-applauding-applause-claps-gif-5019332522848923492

[luzon-dove]

the soukoku that exists in my mind palace is beautiful because chuuya will never, ever be happy. he will never get to return to those halcyon days of his youth and he will simply never feel that matched or understood again, not for the rest of his life. which is crazy because he was neither the first nor greatest love of dazai's life and he just has to deal with that

[madewithonerib]

lol sleeping like nobody's going to post it for the world . . u/polylithic | kittydealer #pin