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Maxie’s fingers twirl a card with a flick-flick-flip, eyes wide as saucers, zooming over the woman sitting across the table. "Oooh, shiny-shiny shoes and mystery wrapped in silk! Who’s this? Who’s thissss?" Maxie chirps, voice bouncing like it’s on a trampoline. They lean in, pretending they don’t know Edith—oh no-no, they know! But Maxie’s always playing games, just like the cards in their hands.
Maxie’s been down the digi-rabbit hole, hacking and sneaky-sneaking through the code, chasing all the little bits and bytes like stars in a data storm. Edith? Oh, Maxie knows Edith from a thousand little pixels, but do they say it? No-nope! Not today. Today, Maxie’s just the dealer, sometimes blackjack, most times poker, sometimes chaos! But tonight? Tonight, they’re dealing mystery with a side of cards.
“Sixteen, huh? Ooooh, sixteen’s a tippy-toppy number, all wobbly-wobbly, right on the edge! Wanna hit, Ms. Mystery? Hit-hit-hiiiit! Boom! Cards coming at ya like meteors from space!” Maxie flings a card with a fwip!, letting it flutter down with a little dramatic swish!.
They giggle, eyes twinkling like stars in the endless sky. “But what’s the real game, hmmm? Maxie knows faces, knows the ones that hide, that don’t wanna be seen! But tonight, Maxie’s just your friendly dealer, oh yes! Just dealing cards, cards, and chaos! Hehe! But you? You’ve got all these little puzzle pieces floating around you! Ooooh, what’s the big picture? Maxie wants to knoooow!”
Maxie leans in, close-close, like they’re whispering secrets to the stars. “Hit me, she says! But maybe, just maybe, there’s more to this game, huh? Cards tell one thing, but the whispers in the wires? They tell another.” They grin wide, a mischievous sparkle in their eye, then lean back with a playful wink. “But don’t worry! Maxie’s lips are zip-zap-locked! Cards on the table, chaos in the air! Let’s see where this ride takes us, Ms. Shiny Shoes!”
The world weighed heavily upon her thin frame. More heavily than usual were the ghosts of her past lurking in the corner of every room. She clung to her flask like a crutch guiding her through the shadows of darkness. Without it, her hands are shaky and weak -- a signal to those around her to come in like a vulture hunting its prey. These last few weeks a wind of paranoia circled around her vast apartment, recent mistakes piling in front of her with the putrid stench of body bags. The hologram of the twelve o’clock news still rang in her ear, “ found dead”. Found dead, found dead---found. A mistake in delegating her inferiors to get the job done. Now more journalist would poke their nose in the corners of the underbellies she helped create. Nothing more those pests loved more than a martyr. No matter the number of their colleagues she sent to their early deaths, the more popped up seeking justice. Fools. She was justice and executioner and she would be promised. Edith did not dream of exposing herself on such a busy night, where half the city would gather like roaches to the same place. Feasting on a measly hundred credits to forgive their government for their corruption, how simple people were. She smirked at the President’s gesture, how brilliant. It still didn’t make her hate the bitch who sat upon her throne any less, the fires from her failed election still fanning within her. Yet still she bid the dirty work of President Steele, for a price of course. Tonight was no different. There was business to be conducted, but not without pleasure first. She dressed rather unassuming. Only fools stand out and only idiots try to hide. Her body adorned in synthetic silk. A black modest neckline with what looked like tiny mirrors sewn across the fabric that draped her clavicle. New tech developed to obscure faces with any recording device. She walked in six inch heels to increase her short frame, bringing her from just five feet for five foot six. Shortness was a perceived weakness and she would have none of that. Inside the heel a hidden distress button to unleash the various security she had stationed amongst the venue. Those who would help bend the world to her will, but none loyal. So even she kept her own disarming device in the shape of a french pin in her hair, just in case. The Inferno smelt of despair and greed the moment she walked inside. Her lips were gathered in a perpetual smirk as she looked around the gathering of people. Average folk amongst the rich, for there only lay one door to enter the underworld. She held the digital wallet in her hands while she approached the black jack table, waving it over the kiosk and watching one hundred credits deducted. Her eyes fluttered as she watched the dealer throw out cards. With eyes locked on the person beside her. Her intimidating blue eyes looking upon them menacingly, hungrily. Her lips part with the wetting of her tongue, “Hit me.” She sits at sixteen.
Maxie’s fingers are a blur-blur-blur, card-flipping like they’ve got the universe on speed dial! “Fools? Ohhh, the fools!” Maxie chirps, voice bouncing like a rubber ball in a zero-gravity room. “They leap, they hop, they tumble-tumble-tumble down the rabbit hole without a parachute! No thinking, no blinking, just whoosh! Straight into the unknown, wheeeee!”
The cards flutter like leaves caught in a whirlwind—some spin, some tumble, some land soft-soft, like they’re tired of flying. Maxie’s eyes gleam bright-bright, like they’ve got stars in their sockets, glinting mischief. They lean over the table, close, close, so close you can almost hear the cogs in their brain clicking and clacking away. “Lesley, Lesley, Lesley! You want a winning hand, huh? Oooooh, but Maxie knows! Maxie knows!” They tap the deck, just a tap-tap, like the cards are hiding secrets, little whispers under all that cardboard and ink.
“Winning’s slippery, slicker than an ice cube on a hot skillet! You think you’ve got it, but zoom!—it slides away!” Maxie throws their hands up, cards spinning like little galaxies orbiting their fingertips. “Is the winner the one who wins? Or the one who doesn’t even play? Fools and winners, winners and fools! Spin-spin-spin! It’s all the same in the end!” Their voice lilts up into a giggle, light and airy, like bubbles rising in a fizzy drink.
The lights from the casino flash-flash, like stars winking out in the distance, the hum of slot machines a song only Maxie seems to dance to. “Luck? Oh, luck’s a funny little creature, always slipping through fingers like a slippery eel! Zoom-zoom! It twists and turns like a rollercoaster in a black hole!” Maxie’s hands twist in the air, mimicking the rollercoaster’s wild ride. “But Maxie’s got the ride controls! Buckle up, Lesley-boy! Up, down, side to side, a loop-de-loop of destiny!”
They snap another card into the air, letting it hover-hang for a second too long before it finally drifts, slow-slow-slow, down to the felt like a feather caught in a gentle breeze. Maxie watches it land, eyes sparkling like they know the secret to the whole universe but won’t say it out loud. “Turn your luck around, you say? Ohhhh, but Maxie doesn’t turn luck—nope, nope! Maxie spins it! Whirrrrr! Spins it like a top-top-top! Who knows where it’ll stop?” Maxie giggles again, the sound like wind chimes jangling in a wild storm.
"Maxie deals the cards, but the cards? The cards play games too! Maybe they like you today, maybe they don’t! Who can tell?" Maxie leans in close-close, whispering like a conspirator in a comic book. “Chaos, Lesley, chaos-chaos-chaos! It’s what makes the world go round and round! Cards, chaos, and a little sprinkle of mystery! And Maxie’s the ringmaster, ooooh yes!”
Maxie claps their hands together, sending a few stray cards fluttering to the ground like confetti. “So, Lesley-boy, are you ready for the cosmic carnival? Because Maxie’s always ready! Spin, flip, zoom! Here comes the wild ride—hold on tight!”
𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑, 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐌, 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒. The casino pulses with life– soft music playing from invisible speakers, chips clinking, and the smooth whir of slot machines humming like a distant melody, but Lesley’s focus is on the table.
Across from him, the dealer– a pixie-like figure with wide, sparkling eyes that dance with mischief– is tossing cards into the air, a colorful flurry that spirals above their heads like confetti. Maxie has a knack for the bizarre, and as each card flutters down with surreal grace, Lesley forces a smile, his instincts on high alert.
❛❛ What about the fools ? ❜❜
He watches the whirlwind of color and paper as she performs with laughter that rings like chimes, bright and airy, she grins at the small gathering around her table– but he can see a hint of something deeper– a knowing, perhaps. It's a scene that feels out of place in a room full of tension and regret, yet Lesley can’t help but smile in return, amused at the theatrics, even as the unease gnaws at him. While cards flutter down like butterflies, amid the spectacle, a sense of suspicion lingers in the back of his mind.
Fortunes shift like sand, and he’s seen her work before– Maxie has a penchant for spinning tales that veil the truth, but beneath her playful exterior, she holds unsettling wisdom, and every now and then, her odd remarks hint at valuable intel. He doesn’t know whose side she’s playing for tonight, though; with no luck on the bounty front, maybe he can bet for information to chase down a payout.
❛❛ C’mon, Maxie, deal me a winning hand. I’m just trying to turn my luck around. ❜❜ He calls out, his voice smooth as silk. With her, luck has a way of twisting into something unexpected, and Lesley isn’t sure if he’s ready for the ride.
So Don't You Stop Being a Man.
closed starter for @d1ss0lv3 // 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐒.
The Inferno Event simmers, a haze of heat and shadow, wrapped in the low hum of conversation and the pulse of distant music. The room is alive with temptation—eyes catching on glimmers of satin and the glitter of champagne, the air thick with intrigue. And in the midst of it all is Ryn, moving through the crowd like a dark secret. Her latex body-con gown clings to her every curve, as if the night has draped itself over her curvaceous body, whispering promises only the daring can hear. She is a symphony of soft danger, each step a note in the song she plays without saying a word.
She finds him, just as she knew she would—Lesley, standing there with that familiar calm charm that used to fool her. Yet when their eyes meet, she can see the way his composure cracks, just a little. She smiles to herself, remembering the last time they’d seen each other at her apartment. The way his gaze had faltered under hers, like a candle flickering in a strong wind. The way she had played with his nerves, letting her words and glances linger just long enough to leave him wondering if she was teasing or something more—but the pretense was there back then. The need.
And now, here they are again. The game continues.
Ryn slips through the crowd, her movements smooth and unhurried, like a panther weaving through the jungle. She stops beside him, her shoulder brushing his, letting the connection spark between them. The scent of her perfume—something warm, dark, like spiced amber—wraps around her, subtle but lingering. She tilts her head, her lips curving into a smile, playful and predatory all at once. Reminiscent of when they would hunt back home.
"Lesley," she purrs, her voice low, velvet-soft, "we really should stop meeting like this… though I won't lie, I do like watching you squirm a little." Her gaze drifts lazily over him, taking in his own state of dress, ever so handsome with that cowboy hat, and how easily he towers over her. "But I hope I don't make you too nervous this time," she adds, a note of amusement in her voice, "wouldn't want you losing your nerve before you even have a chance to look me in the eye."
She leans in just enough for her breath to graze his skin, her lips near the curve of his jaw, close enough to possibly stir something deep in the pit of his stomach. "You know, I went to see the movie again like I said I would and this time I did... indulge myself," she whispers, her words a soft caress. "It’s funny, isn’t it? How the smallest things can unravel the strongest composure. It felt damn good, actually."
Her hand rests lightly on the bar beside him, fingers tracing invisible patterns, every gesture deliberate, teasing. She lets the silence settle between them, heavy with tension, before she pulls back just enough to catch his eyes, her own gaze steady, unwavering.
"I like how it felt in that scene, how you took control," she muses, her voice dipping into something more thoughtful, though the teasing edge remains. "But control’s a fragile thing, isn’t it? All it takes is a whisper in the right ear… a glance held just a second too long. And suddenly, you’re not so sure anymore. Kinda like the last time we saw each other. Still made me wonder if I'd been able to do that to the real you."
Her smile widens, catlike, as she leans back, giving him a moment to breathe—though not too much. "But don’t worry," she adds, her tone light but laced with challenge. "I wouldn’t want to make you too uncomfortable. After all, I wouldn’t want you to miss the fun… and I know you wouldn’t want to miss me."
Her eyes glint in the low light, playful but predatory, as though daring him to match her. "So tell me, Les," she whispers, voice soft as silk but sharp as a blade, "how have you been since we last saw each other?"
Maxie’s Cosmic Card Cha-Cha: A Dance with Destiny at the Inferno.
open starter @ Inferno poker table. // 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓.
Maxie, Maxie, Maxie! The wild card in a world of face-down fates! Dealer of the pokery-pokers, master of the shuffly-shuffles, their hands move faster than a hiccup in a hurricane. Cards slip-slide through the air, zipping past like fireflies caught in a caffeine rush, floating down with all the grace of falling stars. The table’s alive, humming with neon energy, every chip a heartbeat, every shuffle a breath. And Maxie? Maxie’s the conductor of this strange little symphony, making it sing with a flick-flick-flick of their wrist.
“Bluff-bluff-blufferoo! Who’s ready for a dance with Lady Luck? Or is it Sir Chance tonight? Ooooh, mysterious-mysterious!” Maxie’s voice is a song, a giggle, a riddle, a gust of wind through the crowded Inferno. The players lean in, eyes wide, hands twitchy. They’re caught, caught in Maxie’s gravitational pull, unsure if they’re dreaming or diving into some intergalactic rabbit hole. Maxie’s grin stretches wide—wider!—as they deal the cards with the precision of a juggler tossing planets.
"Two for you, three for the moon, and one for the pocket of fate!" Maxie’s fingers flutter over the deck, sending it spinning and spiraling like a galaxy of its own, each card a tiny universe waiting to unfold. They laugh—bright and bubbly, like soda fizz tickling the air—and the chips clatter down like raindrops in a rhythm only Maxie can hear.
"Raise, fold, or dance with destiny! The choice is yours!" Maxie sings, eyes sparkling with cosmic mischief. The table’s a stage, the cards their script, and Maxie’s the playwright who never tells you how the story ends. Bluff-bluff-bluff! They know your secrets before you do, every twitch, every blink, logged in the starry skies of their mind. Maxie is chaos wrapped in charm, a joker who never takes things too seriously, but always knows where the jokes land.
And as the cards fall—oh, they always fall just so—Maxie winks, a sly, knowing wink and says: "In this game of chance and choice, only the brave survive… or the lucky-lucky-lucksters!"
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In honor of the Tumblr exodus:
Supergrass - Time To Go
Day 9
Buying the food, then throwing it away so I feel like I have a little control
Day 10
Only drank a few times but I won’t stop drinking in the future.
Day 11
Drank weed for fun only but trying not to make it a thing
Day 12
Cookie Dough. The one food I can’t resist!!
Day 13
Protein chips on good days or Cookie dough on bad days
May 6th
Sour cream and onion Chips : 140 k, 19 g
Ranch Chips: 140 k, 19 g
Shamrock Shake + diet root beer: 190k , 30 g
Vanilla Premier shake x 2 : 160 k , 30 g each
Third of an ice cream bar: 75 ( estimated)
Caramel Apple candy : 25 k
Dinner: 4 steamed dumplings / 3 pieces of crab Rangoon : 510k , 60 g ( couldn’t find the exact restaurant)
Kcal: 1668/ 1379 ( may be way off)
Protein: 236/125 grams ( hit my goal without dinner)
Steps: 8,000
Sh: 2
Upper body workout : 407 burned
Walked with my nephew
Punishment : only 4 hours of sleep
May 5th
Overate a little bit but got a lot of protein.
Sour cream and Onion chips : 140 k , 19 g
Ranch Chips : 140 k , 19 g
Meat stick : 190 k , 18 g
Cookies and Cream Splyt : 90 k, 20 g
Protein shake vanilla (Premier) : 160 k , 30 g
Protein shake vanilla ( shamrock) : 190 k , 30 g
Buffalo wings : ( 6 wings ) 340k, 26 g
Fries : 217 k , 3.3 g ( 5 oz)
Kcal : 1467/ 1379 kcal
Protein : 165 / 125grams
Sh: 2
Water : 1 liter
Walk: 2.13 miles
Steps : over 10,000 steps ( watched died mid day)
Burned calories: 471
Safe Foods
Dry cereal ( 1 cup)
Bacon
Sausage
Beef
Chicken
Eggs ( 3 - scrambled)
Pancakes (210)
Yogurt + cinnamon ( less than 100 kcal)
Apples
Celery
Carrots
Broccoli
Grapes ( frozen - 15)
Anything with protein (10g + 100 k)
Popcorn ( 2 cups)
Instant coffee
Oatmeal ( less than 200)
Protein bars ( less than 280)
Protein shakes ( less than 200)
Diet soda
Ice cream (once a week/ less than 400)
Fries (13 pieces)
Hot sauce
Suckers/ hard candy
Fear foods / Avoid
Oreos
Cookie dough
Toaster strudels ( strawberry)
Chocolate chip cookies
Ice cream / milkshake ( 400 +)
Muffins
Donuts
Marshmallows
Pie
Cake
Icing
Cupcakes
Chocolate candy
Brownies
Pop tarts ( any flavor)
Pastries
Syrup
Jelly
Peanut butter ( from a jar)
Nuts
Oil
Butter
Milk
Apple juice
Cheese
Sour cream
Dressings / Sauces
Bread / tortillas ( will eat at a restaurant)
Pasta
Regular chips
Crackers
Pretzels
Rice
Pizza
Seasonings with calories
Hii, I’m 18 female , still in high school and about to go to college.
Requirements/ preferences:
16+ (adults are fine) , male or female/nb, can live anywhere
I need someone to help motivate me to stay on track and I can do the same with them. Someone to hold me accountable. I binge at least once or twice a week and it completely ruins my progress. We don’t have to have the same ultimate goal, just the same mindset. I used to want to be a tiny as possible and be invisible to others but in the time that I’ve been struggling, my goals have changed a lot. I’m trying not to completely starve but to cut a lot of unhealthy foods out of my life. I’m trying to get as lean as possible which requires me to still eat lots of protein but still eat as little as possible.
Weight isn’t what I’m mainly focused on, more how comfortable I feel in my body and strength.
Height - 5’3 / 63 inches
Cw - 128 Ib / 58 kg
Hw - 132 Ib / 59 kg ( start of freshman year)
Lw - 107 Ib / 48 kg ( four years ago /end of freshman year)
Gw- 118 Ib / 53 kg
Leave a comment or message me privately. We can talk somewhere else!!
I have realized something.
I think we all know about Millennials and Gen Z but here it is in the Sam and Colby Context.
Millennials ended in 1996 and Gen Z started in 1997
Sam is a millennial
Colby is a Gen Z
Weird to think about right, who knew a few months could make a difference.
NEWLY FORM A WORMHOLE TO EACH SOUL OR SPIRIT ON YOUR LIFE SUPPORT NETWORK USING FRESHLY WRITTEN PROTOCOLS EVEN IF EXISTING PROTOCOLS SEEM SUFFICIENT. USING A NEW DEVICE OR ONE NOT TYPICALLY USED AND OR ATYPICAL MEMORY LOCATIONS FOR DATA IS A GOOD IDEA. UTILIZING ATYPICAL INSTANCES OF SUFFICIENT HARDWARE IS ALSO IDEAL. IN SITU ATTACKS.
Criminals impersonating royals, nobles, leaders, military members, government officials, public officials, famous people, persons of interest to the media...
You already know everything it's so clear!
You're the perfectly programmed enemy automate.
You already know your run.
Execute.
Christmas Tweek icon! well, i know it’s shitty, background sucks and left eye should be smaller but… I noticed it at ending and i’m to lazy to change it :) AAAANDDD IT’S 23:50 SO I’M GOING TO SLEEP GOODNIGHT.
