#I also gotta say I've been feeling lonely lately.

[goldshykitsune]

Gosh it's so werid right now...

My school gave out awards for the graduating class, with of course only those who got awards and their family can go (or friends if they got it approved by their family.)

I got two of them and it just hit me...

I didn't do the most that I could have.

I know why. I know how I could have improved and what outside factors stopped me. But overall I look and I see what I did get and I just think to myself... like... wow.

I actually made it to getting two awards...

Like... two awards!

I mean I believe some only got one. Though quite a few got more then two. I knew most of the people. A few I couldn't quite recognize or remember if I knew but the majority I did.

And that also made me think. Like I knew so many amazing and successful people and I managed to be up there in rank with them!

It was really cool.

However with this said it also reminded me about the fact that soon I will not be a minor.

Soon I will be an adult.

Very soon, in fact it's only a matter of days.

... 5 or 4 days...

It kind of scares me. Like I will not be a minor. I'll be going to college. Likely will get a job too. I have to clean my room. Make sure I pass one single class or I perish because this one class will determine if I graduate. (I'llget it but like I'm gonna explode with stress.)

I got a bunch of tests this week into next. I got a few projects that aren't done and I got very little time.

However I know I can get through it. I just... mentally might not be very good right now.

#I started hallucinating #I do that sometimes #probably not good but I can't afford to go talk to anyone and I don't trust asking my family for help signing up for this one online thing #it says you must be older than 19 to sign up on your own and like... I definitely ain't there yet. #I also gotta say I've been feeling lonely lately. #I got a voice/fictional person I have who comforts me and forces out bad things and tries helping me tackle the mental issues I got going on #I honestly dunno what to call this one as it only shows when things get pretty bad. #I got multiple fictional people/voices that go around in my mind helping me. #or not helping #like how I have a few of them which I associate to intrusive thoughts (and yes I mean intrusive not compulsive but I got some for that too.) #I even got some for emotions for when I dunno how to feel. sometimes I dunno how to feel sorry for someone or empathic/sympathetic and so #I got a person made up to help in situations. I just pretend I'm them. #or when I'm distraught or panicked or really upset or other strong negative feelings I have two that help. #one of those two will stay even after #However that 1 is the one I mentioned earlier that generally comes at extreme times when I need them most #though I have “seen”/“heard” them without being that way before too. #but by a year of school I can get distraught at the end because of everything being due and it's pass or fail moments so I panic a lot #I also get distraught and upset #and lonely and really a lot of negative things which takes toll on my mental health meaning that's were the one person comes from. #anyways I got off topic. if people want though I might elaborate what these tags mean and are talking about. #so I guess I should go #but I mean I would congratulate my friends here but I dunno their tumblrs/they don't have one. #so instead I will congratulate everyone who got a reward at school ever in their life for whatever reason #even if it's something silly like having the messiest desk. #or something about community service cause that is a great thing and even if you ain't got a reward for it I congratulate you.

[glorious-spoon]

he speaks the languages of love [9-1-1 | Buck/Eddie | 1/1]

he speaks the languages of love

4k words | Explicit established relationship | phone sex

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Eddie has been in Texas for nearly two weeks, and Buck has been extremely patient about it, in his opinion. True, it's possible that none of his coworkers would agree with that assessment, but in his defense, he's been existing in a state of sexual frustration not seen since Eddie shoved him against a wall and stuck his tongue down his throat after that close call with the cruise ship back in April.

"Good to know where I rate," Eddie says when Buck tells him this on their phone call the night before he's supposed to come home. He's just come off a twenty-four, so Chris is over at Pepa's and he's back at the loft. The lonely, empty loft.

"I mean it's not just that," Buck protests. "I do actually miss you."

Eddie snorts. "Is that why you bit Ravi's head off earlier today when he was talking about his date staying over?"

"You heard about that, huh?"

"No shit," Eddie says, laughing. "You didn't notice that we work with the biggest gossips on the West Coast?"

"Okay, well, first of all, I apologized for that—"

"Uh huh."

"And also, Hen blows things out of proportion."

"Oh, yeah, that sounds like Hen."

"Okay, fine," Buck admits. "I've been kind of a dick. She threatened to drown me in a washing machine earlier, and honestly, I probably deserved it."

"A washing machine?"

"This guy got stuck—it was a whole thing." He flops back on the bed, staring up at his empty ceiling in his empty loft. "Feels weird being at work without you there."

"I'll be back for our next shift."

"Yeah, I know," Buck sighs. "So, I mean. It's not just sexual frustration, for the record."

"Sure. I just think maybe it's a good thing Chris will be at school so he doesn't have to see you jump me the minute I get back."

"Well, when you put it like that," Buck admits. Eddie laughs, and he adds, "Okay, but you gotta understand, this is like—six months of finally actually getting to put my hands on you, and then I have to go cold turkey for two weeks? It's hard."

"In every sense of the word, I guess," Eddie says, because he's never met a dumb joke he didn't love. Buck groans, laughing.

"You're such an asshole."

"Uh huh. So you're saying you don't want to fuck me into the mattress when I get back?"

"Okay, I didn't say that."

"That's what I thought."

"I do want to, for the record. I've always wanted to. From, like, day one."

Eddie laughs warmly in his ear. "You're so full of it."

"Am not."

"You hated my guts the first day we met."

"Yeah," Buck admits. He yawns, then smears a hand over his mouth. It's late. They should probably both get some sleep. It's just that he really never wants to stop talking to Eddie, especially now that he's two thousand miles away instead of in Buck's bed, where he belongs. "I kinda did. You were infuriatingly perfect."

A snort. "Right."

"Still wanted to fuck you, though."

There's a couple of beats of silence. Then Eddie says, "Yeah?"

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#911 #buddie #911 fic #buddie fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #my fic

[milogreer]

touched on this in my top ten list, but i wanted to expand on it separately because i've been thinking about morgan and the seer obscura a lot lately 💭

so. "time is a song." morgan kinda blew up after its release, i feel like, and it's with good reason; the atmosphere of that audio is calm and sleepy but also, like… to me there's this longing for connection throughout the whole thing, ykwim?

like. we already know that the seer obscura is sort of at odds with their powers, given how they waited so long to go to the department, how they suppress their sight, and how they go radio silent after their first meeting with morgan. the seer obscura is clearly uncertain about all of this - morgan even calls them standoffish in "consulting with a seer." but they keep going back to him. being the only two known seer obscuras is naturally going to pull them together; the seer obscura is struggling to live with their unique type of sight after the inversion, and morgan is the only one who understands what they're going through.

(and he's gotta kinda pry them open because the seer obscura is notably a reserved person, but he's very gentle about it, he's understanding and patient and does his best to explain their shared sight even though he's never had to before because a) normal seers don't wanna hear it and b) he never thought there would be another seer obscura in his lifetime (much less one his own age) to talk to about it. and then giving them his own personal view of time when the typical water allegory doesn't work is just further building that connection between them.)

anyway, given the end of "learning about your magical abilities" and the fact that there's a year between its release and "time is a song," i'm sure they've gotten together at least a handful of times to work on the seer obscura's control. morgan to this point has consistently been open about wanting to help any way he can, but you can still kinda tell in "time is a song" that they aren't exactly friends yet, and that's why this one really gets me.

the setting for "time is a song" is so intimate - it's his home, in the middle of the night, with not a lot of time to make things presentable before someone he hardly knows outside of work comes over. the seer obscura needed help and comfort and even when they tried to backtrack out of asking for that, morgan invites them over anyway. he says he specifically focused on tidying up the apartment rather than himself, which means he’s looking like he just out rolled out of bed because he literally did. and that's just such a vulnerable thing to me, and it allows the rest of the audio to settle into this quiet, comfortable space that the seer obscura needs.

"when i said you can call anytime, i meant that." "another seer obscura like me[.]" "then there's you and me." "but you've got me. i'm here." "i want to know you." "it takes two to tango; you asked, and i said 'let's dance.'" like it's all just. i feel like i'm going to cry right now just thinking about this LMAO the seer obscura feels so lonely to me and morgan is constantly reassuring them that they aren't alone in this anymore, and i think that means a great deal to them.

to me this entire audio is thick with tension, but it really ramps up when they move out onto the balcony and morgan starts listing things he likes, because it's a shift from obscura lore dump to a personal heart-to-heart. he opened up his home to them and now he's opening himself up too. he gets a little silly! and then he drops the "i want to know you. you won't know that unless i tell you, so i'm telling you. [...] we can just be people with one another, too." and it is genuinely one of the most insane things i've heard in the entirety of the redactedverse. the period of silence after his laughter trails off where you can feel him gearing up to say something, the sincerity with which he says it, the relaxed atmosphere, the mental image of the only two seer obscuras on earth standing together on a balcony in the early morning hours...

(there's more to be said wrt the seer obscura backpedaling in the beginning and later apologizing for "wasting" morgan's time after he's already told them he wants to get to know them, but this post is long enough without me theorizing about that. i'm really interested to see if it gets touched on again; i'd like to know more about them.)

um. anyway. i'm driven insane by the audio every single time. all of the insane lore gained from all three audios so far aside (<- refusing to think about how morgan brought having your threads cut into the prime timeline instead of leaving it in cataclysm), the relationship these two have already is just captivating. the end

#this is so much longer than i thought it was going to be. is any of it even remotely coherent. i hope so bc i've been here for three hours #sweetheart.txt #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted morgan #morgan kyne #redacted seer obscura #morgan #seer obscura

[pxgeturner]

fifinnj ikn.

where.

where he.

hm. overstimulation-

you feel your in-the-spotlight boyf fade away. he reminds you that he is very much there for you (actor!finnick x not famous!reader in a current-day!au)

an. ok. mer my love, I tried hard you gotta understand 😭. I had a plan. but it ended up not like raw sex how I wanted but more making love. yeah that's it. the main sex scene is so lovey dovey. I hope that's okie. it's what my brain wanted ig. I'm so, so glad I'm finally getting this to you. I hope you love it like I do.

ALSO. to the person who asked "where's my baby finnick???" I hope you're satisfied because this is a bigger piece than I've written in a long time.

warnings: bits of angst, smut 😇, cumming at the same time (we <3 a man w good timing), public sex (under the table), teasing, oral (f!receiving), finnick's smirk

wc: 2k

Lately, finnick is never home. that’s a lie, he comes home to sleep. finnick is never home at any time when he could actually see you. he goes out to the shoot, hangs out with his friends, and comes home whenever he likes. whenever you try to sit him down for a meal, his agent calls, or his manager, or the producer of the project, or the director, or the costume designer, or his friends.

you can’t say the love is gone, you still have little moments of affection. him kissing your temple as he slips into bed, him kissing your hand before he walks out the door, making breakfast together on the few days he doesn’t have to go in too early. 

you know he loves you, and that once filming comes to a wrap, romance will resume to normal. But you feel so lonely. 

…

“want to go to a dinner party?” you roll your eyes at him, continuing to polish your toes, perched on the tub ledge.

“no way in hell would katniss willingly throw a dinner party. And peeta would never make her.”

“it’s a haymitch and effie soiree.” 

“oh, so it’s a soiree now?”

finnick lathers shaving cream with the kabuki brush & bowl set you got him for christmas last year. “you know effie,”

“i'm surprised you’re inviting me,” you say with a bittersweet honestly. he sets the brush back into the bowl, turning to you.

“sweetheart,”

You sigh, “you’re just so busy lately, finn. It’s like strictly work and friends for the past couple of months.”

he kneels on the bathroom tiles, you internally shiver because he’s getting his robe dirty. 

you arch your brow at him. 

“we need this, right?”

“you don’t. you don’t need me. you don’t need anyone... i need you, though.” your eyes start to sting and your throat closes up a bit.

finnick springs into action, gently grabbing your hand that’s paused on the nail polish cap “baby, baby, you don’t need to worry. it’s you and me.” he kisses the knuckles, transferring shaving cream onto your hand. he looks up at you with those sea-green, puppy-dog eyes. "be my date tomorrow night?"

he ate you out that night. down right making out with your pussy. every swipe of his tongue felt like an apology. so sweet, sugar-coated, he was making up for lost time. it was like he was telling you he loves you through your cunt. which felt so absurd a thought when you had it, you laughed out loud. that was the only time finn came up for air, “what? has it been that long? have i lost my touch?” he mocked worry. you told him you got distracted, and to up his game; which he did. you lost count of how many times he made you cum. 

you roll over, wanting to bump into finnick, feel his warmth. you landed on cold sheets instead of your warm boyfriend. so you got up, put on the robe finnick left on the floor and made yourself some tea. 

you’re starting to hate weekends. finnick’s job makes him work around the clock, and this place was finn’s place before it was your together place. you wish he moved into your place, that way you could look around and see memories that didn’t just involve him. 

you put on this green maxi slip dress tha finnick loves on you and a white fur you found at a boutique a few days ago, some big hoop earrings and a green onyx ring. the door opens. finnick. you two are going to be so late for dinner, he still has to get dressed. He pops his head into the bedroom. he’s already dressed.

his jaw drops into that cheeky face he makes. “babe, you got all dolled up for me? you’re so lovely.”

“can you for once say something that isn’t at all smug?”

“something,” he flourishes his arms. 

“very funny, finn. and this isn’t for you, it’s for me. I haven’t seen out friends in a while and i want to look nice.” that's mostly true, although you did actively decide to wear his favorite color.

“ah, yes, of course.” he slides up next to you in front of the vanity. 

“how are you ready?” he grabs one of his cologne bottles.

“you know i have a change of clothes for every occasion in my trunk. and i'm not ready just yet,” he shakes the bottle slightly.

“ah, yes the travel closet. how very crazy rich asians of you.”

“i'm the real-life peik lin.”

…

being at effie and haymitch’s was like fresh air after holding your breath. typically, you didn’t need anyone else to feel alive. but, you don’t know anyone at your new job, and you feel kind of aimless. you’re not sure if you’re going in the right direction anymore

peeta nudges you, “how’s work?”

you fidget with your ring. “new things are always an adjustment.”

a warm hand lands on your thigh. you look at finnick, he smiles, squeezing your thigh. 

“you’ll be fine, once you’re all settled, you’ll knock their socks off.” katniss smiles at you. 

“effie, did you hire a new chef?” 

“why, yes i did, dear! of course you are the one who noticed, you always have had the best test!” she giggles, “aside from me, of course!” you were relieved effie took your bait. You want to focus on something else other than yourself. 

“doesn’t my sugar look absolutely divine?” finnick quips as he starts bunching up your skirt. a chorus of agreement comes in response. by the time someone resumes conversation, he has your dress piled at the bend of your hips. his fingers dance his way over to your clothed sex. immediately, he presses a finger right on your clit. it sends a jolt through you at you sit up a little straighter. 

peeta gives you a look that says everything alright? And you give him a gentle smile back. 

“hey sweetheart,” haymitch asks, looking at you. 

“mm, mmm?” finnick’s making circles around your clit making you dizzy.

you try extra hard to listen to what he says, “i know you said you’re doing that day job but how’s your passion treating you?”

“fashion is a tough industry to get into, let alone do right.” hopefully your voice doesn’t betray you. 

finnick tucks your panties to one side and slips a finger inside. you yelp, mouth closed. 

“you alright, sugar?”

“bit my lip while chewing.”

“aw, baby, you have to be more careful,” patronizing ass.

finnick teases you on an off throughout the night. actively at least, he keeps his finger inside of you for the rest of the meal. Every now and then you’d purposely clench around it, to spur him on. sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t. 

on the ride home, you sat scooted as close to the window as possible.

“you are cocky,” 

you look at him, he’s smiling, big and proud. “low,”

“and sexy?” you glare at him. what a pompous boyfriend you have. 

“...yes.” you roll your eyes. 

he holds your hand, “you looked so sexy tonight, baby. i couldn’t resist.”

“that was the first time i’d seen them in months!”

“aw, did you not have fun, sugarcube?”

“i did, but damn you finnick, why does everything have to be a spectacle with you?”

“but you did such a good job of being discreet, babe, there wasn’t any spectacle tonight.”

you let out a small giggle. 

“i’m trying to make everything better, baby.” you hold hands the rest of the way

…

Your boyfriend follows you into the apartment, practically nipping at your heels. He gets his hands on your hips, tugging you back into his chest. He nips and sucks at your neck, hands roaming. 

“You’re so impatient,”

“You’re so tempting.” he picks you up fireman style, carrying you over to the bed. He slips the dress off of you. 

he’s everywhere. your neck, chest, tummy, thighs, kissing your body up and down. yesterday, sure he had your legs shaking and you forgiving him, but today he’s loving you in the way he used to. In a way that has a piece of your soul click back into place.

you arch your back into him, finnick eventually settles on you chest, kissing, nipping, sucking, squeezing. loving you without words. he takes a quick moment to rid himself of his pants, literally smothering himself in your gorgeous tits.

“finn– finn– what are you doing?” you laugh. 

he comes back up. he takes off his suit and rips his shirt. “i’m doing what needs to be done so i can love you and this beautiful fucking pussy, doll.”

You look at him, eyebrow cocked “so my pussy is more beautiful than i am?”

“you are the sum of your parts, baby.” he runs a hand through your hair. “it just so happens that you have the most exquisite pussy.”

“then why aren’t you touching it?” you test him. he slips a couple of fingers into you without missing a beat. 

“what were you saying, sugar?” he rubs up against your g-spot. “c’mon you were about to say something.”

“just- just, finn–”

“it’s okay, sugar, I got you baby, I know what you need.” he slips his fingers out, and you whine. but he doesn’t leave you much room to complain, pushing himself into you. 

oh. my. god. he hasn’t felt this good in so long. trying to stay in control during this hell of a month is torture. during the time you two have been together, he hasn’t taken on any projects. well, there was that one time he was brought on as a late-stage producer when one dropped out. but that wasn’t nearly as time consuming as acting was. finnick never noticed how isolated he is during a shooting period. other than the occasional fling with a co-star, he really didn’t have any sort of relationships. but know he has you and you are such a delicious little distraction. but honestly, celibacy does not suit him. 

initially, he thrusts into you slowly. he wanted to savor this, but you’re just too good. and it’s been too long. and he missed this pussy. last night was just a taste. he’s prepared to keep you here all fucking week if he has to. he lifts your torso up, slipping a pillow under your hips, and as he lays you back down, he kisses you. 

“I missed you,” you breath into his lips.

“i’m right here sweetheart. I’m all yours, I’ll be forever yours, my girl.” he kisses your temple, making a trail down to your breasts. “fuuuck,” he says before taking a nipple into his mouth. he has never (and I mean never) loved a pair of breasts more than your tits. they are goddamn perfect. no one could tear him away from you. if you’d let him, he’d spend an entire day under one of you (his) pajama shirts, his face to your chest, it would be the best day of his life. his hands squeeze your hips. the way you pussy-- it’s fucking glorious. he wants to cum, he wants to cum so bad--

“finn,” you feel him twitch, 

if you keep saying his name the way you are, he might just explode. “finn-finnick!” he has a thumb on your clit. he needs you to cum first. You always cum first. It’s his rule. you're tugging at his hair. And your gripping him like a vice. “finn, please,”

“there’s my good girl.” 

just in time. You two arch into each other an finnick bottoms out in you, losing himself in your warmth. and as he collapses to your side, and you give him your cute little sleepy smile, he thinks one thing. 

I'm so serious about keeping you here all week. he decides that he’ll let you nap for half an hour. he collects supplies, food water etc. and emails your work that your amazing boyfriend has set up a surprise vacation and will be gone for a few days.

you wake up to the sound of an alarm and a nip at your thigh. 

#nsfw.giselle #¡elia! 🪷 #my writing #finnick my love #the hunger games #the hunger games finnick #thg finnick #the hunger games fanfiction #finnick odair #finnick x reader #finnick x you #finnick odair x reader #finnick ordar x you #finnick angst #finnick smut

[damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog]

Hummingbird's Kiss

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The year is 1896. 20 year-olds MC and Ominis have graduated from Hogwarts, and are well on their way to starting their lives as a couple. This story is about their first night together in their new, tranquil home.

Ominis x fem!MC

NSFW—sooo much sexual content. All very vanilla.

What can I say except it's their wedding night and they're taking advantage of that. Nothing crazy, they are very soft and gentle with each other. Fluff is mixed in. Fairly slow-burn

Word count: 4,305

A/N: This came together super fast, but I love how it turned out. I really missed writing nsfw, I gotta say. As always, I basically write these things with my MC's lore in mind, but hope that I've made it open-ended enough for others appreciate too. Some things are not as open-ended as others, like their home and MC's family background. I just really, really wanted to give them the prosperity and happiness they deserve lol. Making them temporarily keep the Gaunt surname is also definitely weird, but I wanted to keep that part open-ended too instead of projecting my own MC's chosen surname on the reader. :)

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MC could scarcely believe how quickly the time had gone. It felt as though one minute she was confessing her love to Ominis Gaunt, the boy with whom she happily caused mischief around Hogwarts, and the next they had graduated, started their adult lives, moved to the peaceful countryside and gotten married.

The two had specifically chosen to live far away from the wizarding world to live a safe and happy life together. They would still see their old friends and family any time they liked, but preferred keeping their magical identities secret in their day-to-day lives to avoid the powerful and dangerous Gaunt family finding them. Ominis was their opposite in nearly every way, and both he and MC feared the other Gaunts taking retribution against MC for daring to defy their ancient morbid traditions and stealing their son away. They would decide on a new surname together, but for tonight she was, proudly, Mrs. Gaunt.

Their new home in the idyllic countryside, a property surrounded on all sides by muggle neighbors, was a wedding gift from MC's father. It had been passed down to them from his ownership in the hope that they would breathe new life into the old English country house.

The ceremony had been a quiet one, just the way both MC and Ominis wanted. It was a cool, late June evening in the manor's garden where they exchanged vows in front of their dearest friends and family. MC's dress was a pure white silk with designs of hummingbirds and flowers that, with the help of an enchantment, fluttered around the skirt and train. Poppy Sweeting had given her a strikingly beautiful flower crown of daffodils and violets to which she could attach her veil. Ominis' jacket was a handsome shade of dark, leafy green, enchanted to glimmer a subtle, deep hummingbird blue wherever the shadows touched it—an invention Sebastian Sallow had been eager to present to his best friend—complementing the designs on MC's dress. While he could not see his bride, he heard the joyful tears on her voice as she made her vows—and that was all he needed to be the happiest man in the world.

After the music had faded and guests had returned to their homes, the couple were left alone in their house for the first time. MC and Ominis had always preferred the quiet, and rather than feel lonely, they reveled in the silence of their new home. Ominis enjoyed quiet places where he could better hear MC. He had always been comforted to hear her soft footfalls and the brushing of her clothing as she lingered nearby—and tonight, the sweeping of her silk dress made his heart swell.

Their bedroom had been made up for them by the servants, and MC felt her heart leap into her chest at the sight of it. Sumptuous ivory sheets adorned a large four-poster bed with emerald curtains to keep out the cold in winter. As instructed, large open paths had been made to allow Ominis to move unimpeded, leaving the room free of the typical Victorian clutter of floor decorations. There stood a beautiful armoire and dressing table with a mirror on either side of the bed, and large plush chairs with a small end table accompanied wide windows that looked out over the wild forests beyond the property. At the moment, they were bathed in pale moonlight that streamed through the windows in contrast to the gas lamps that washed the room with an inviting glow.

MC let go of Ominis' hand to let him explore and commit the room to memory so he would be free to move around his bedroom without having to use his wand.

"It's beautiful," he breathed. "I couldn't imagine a more perfect place to begin our life together." He set his wand down on the dressing table, took off his jacket to drape across the back of a chair, and took tentative steps on his own, testing his knowledge of the room. He was, as always, a quick study and was soon making strides back and forth. Seeing him walk unaided and with confidence in their own private world, where they were safe from goblins and ancient magic and vindictive Gaunt family members, filled MC's heart with overwhelming happiness, and after a day of so much excitement, she had no hope of holding back the sob of pure joy that escaped her lips.

"Are you all right?" Ominis asked with alarm as she closed the gap between them and he quickly wrapped her in his arms.

"I'm just so happy," she sniffled. "I could never have imagined how completely perfect this moment would be." Her emotion was infectious, and Ominis felt elated tears roll down his own cheeks as he held his wife tight in his arms. Against all odds—all the forces that sought to keep them apart or end their lives—they had succeeded.

Ominis held MC's head to his chest, and she could feel his heart madly beating in sync with hers. He had grown a number of inches taller than her, just enough to rest his well-defined jaw on the top of her head, and he did his best to envelop her in his warmth and love. He reached for her chin, and held it gently as he leaned down to kiss her slowly. From the evening they shared their first kiss as teenagers, the magic of their lips pressed tenderly to one another never wore off. Each kiss at the start of a new day felt like their very first all over again, and tonight that feeling was magnified.

Ominis' kiss deepened, and he reached a hand up to gently hold the side of MC's face and her neck. Her heart rate was suddenly off like a shot, and Ominis felt the change under his hand. "Mmm, my beautiful little hummingbird." He stopped long enough to purr in her ear. "So pretty... and so small and quick-pulsed, too." MC sighed, goosebumps rippling down her arms and back as she nearly went limp in his arms at the sound of his voice. Ominis deftly guided MC to sit on their bed before she would find herself passed out on the floor.

"How is it," he chuckled against the arch of her neck in between kisses, "that after all these years, I still have the same effect on you?"

MC could only moan in response, completely melted under his touch. Each time his lips made contact with the skin on her neck, another bolt of lightning shot through her entire body. She could feel her lower abdomen heating until it was nearly a painful ache. How this man managed to be a walking aphrodisiac, MC would never know.

Ominis gently pushed her down onto her back and leaned over her, arms on either side of her as he began peppering her collarbone with tiny kisses, each as delicate and soft as a raindrop. The lace collar of MC's wedding dress felt soft against his lips, but he yearned for more, frustrated that he could feel the warmth of the delicate skin underneath but he could not get to it. He reached behind her and began unclasping the collar and upper back of the dress as she wrapped her arms around his neck to hold herself up. They had had enough precious moments of privacy before tonight that he was quite an expert at unclasping or unbuttoning MC's dresses to get to her neck, and MC delighted in it. Laying her back down, he carefully pushed the dress down to reveal her delicate shoulders. Very rarely had he ever been given the opportunity to touch her bare skin this far down, and he savored the moment. He brought his slender fingers up to caress the impossibly smooth skin, sweet with the scent of her floral perfume and exposure to the fresh air all day. He began gently biting the skin and sucking on different spots until he had found a place that made her whimper and arch her back. "Good girl," he whispered into her skin as he dragged his lips along each spot that made her moan, committing them to memory. Beneath him, MC quivered and felt slick arousal between her legs. Ominis had always had a way of inciting amorous feelings in her that she would either relieve by herself later on, or convince him to help with his own hands, but she couldn't remember the last time he had had an effect quite this strongly on her.

Suddenly, he pulled away and MC thought for one horrible moment that he had heard trouble or found something wrong with her. But he merely smirked down at her. "Hmm, this won't do at all, will it? Here we are in our marriage bed—and you, my darling, are still almost completely clothed."

MC smiled through love-intoxicated eyes, and she was rather grateful her husband couldn't see how intensely she was blushing. "Well, it seems you ought to do something about that," she murmured, giving him the invitation to do the honors. His eyelids also began to feel heavier, and he gratefully obliged.

Sitting back up, Ominis brought MC up with him as he traced her back to find where he had left off with the task of unclasping the myriad of tiny hooks that stubbornly held the silken dress to her body. Each clasp that came undone with a swift flutter of his fingers heightened MC's arousal. She smiled to herself wondering how he would feel about the corset and chemise beneath.

Once Ominis could find no more clasps, MC placed a tender kiss on his check and stood to step out of the dress. He eagerly followed, taking the dress from her and draping it over his jacket on the nearby chair. She took it upon herself to undo the corset as he felt around and exhaled sharply in mild frustration that he had not yet reached his prize. "You women and your barbaric ways," he chuckled as he teasingly dragged his lips along her neck again, hoping it would encourage her to go faster.

"Oh hush, you," she smiled. She let his fingers follow hers to learn how she undid the corset so he may help in the future, and she delighted in watching him hungrily lick his lips as he focused so intently on learning this vital skill.

Finally, setting the restrictive garment aside and taking her first truly deep breath of the day, she promised Ominis that the only thing that stood in his way now was the tiny sheer dress hanging loosely off her seated form. His hands fervently took over and he savored the feeling of the thin fabric over her skin. He could feel every delicious bump and curve as his hands traveled up and down her lithe torso. His fingers traced along the shoulderless neckline, and he marveled at the existence of such a clothing item. He hoped she would wear such a thing more often in the privacy of their new bedroom. Tracing down along her sides, his hands stopped to rest on her hips. A thumb tentatively swept forward to the intersection of her thighs and torso, and she gave a heady sigh.

"Stand up," he murmured. His voice was quiet but firm, and she happily obeyed. Holding her waist, he guided her to stand in front of him between his knees as his hands slowly pushed the chemise up and over her head, tossing the clothing aside. His hands once again came to a rest at her hips and he placed a single, slow kiss between her breasts. “I can already tell you’re far more beautiful than I ever dared imagine,” he murmured against her chest.

Standing there, completely exposed to the slightly chilled air and her husband, was a positively terrifying and exhilarating feeling. She rested her hands on his shoulders and let her head loll back slightly in ecstasy. It was equal parts torture and pure pleasure that Ominis was now taking his time exploring every inch of her skin, planting kisses as he desperately tried to memorize every square inch of her body in his titillated state. His hands drifted up to her breasts and he eagerly took hold, cupping each one and gently squeezing. Ominis craned his neck slightly and placed his mouth over a nipple, causing MC to gasp and reflexively pull him closer. His tongue alternated between long, gentle strokes and slowly circling the sensitive nub as his thumb lazily massaged the other nipple. MC was quite sure she had begun dripping, she was so wet.

As if reading her mind, Ominis let his other hand move over her stomach and down between her legs. He felt the product of her arousal long before he reached her sensitive folds, and he gave his signature mischievous smile. He took his mouth away from its current task, sending a shudder up MC's spine. He ran a single finger along her core as she let out a long moan, and placed the finger in his mouth, savoring her taste.

"You're sopping wet, my darling," Ominis smirked. He once again guided MC by her waist, nudging her to lie back on the bed. The moment her head hit the soft sheets, Ominis was on top of her. He kissed down her stomach and across from one side of her hips to the other, the entire time a string of moans and begging coming from MC's lips. His kisses were barely more than a soft tickle against her skin, which made the desperate ache in her abdomen flare. She tangled her fingers in his hair, trying to gently push him further down, but he resisted with a soft chuckle. His kisses circled around and down her thigh, gently biting at the soft skin and delighting in hearing her moan his name in desperation. He had always been such a tease. She could not decide if she loved that about him, or hated it. Finally, Ominis pushed her legs apart and made one long dragging motion with his tongue over her core. MC moaned loudly, and her hand on the back of his head pushed him further towards her. She immediately became embarrassed and clapped a hand over her mouth, which Ominis heard. He stopped and moved up to lie next to her, gently stroking the side of her face before moving her hand away from her mouth and murmuring to her. "Please don't be embarrassed. Your voice is the most beautiful sound in the world to me. I want to hear it on our wedding night—whether you're whispering what you want me to do to you, or screaming my name—I want to hear all of it. Can you do that for me, my pretty little hummingbird?"

MC hummed positively, feeling some growing confidence from his words—the same confidence she had when they would break the rules together as students, or when she would get frustrated with his teasing and insisted he be gentlemanly enough to help her relieve the tension in the private moments they could steal together. "In that case... I want you back where you were and putting your tongue to work," she smirked. Ominis' face became flushed, and with an aroused smile, a "whatever you wish" barely tumbled out over his lips.

"Wait—" MC put a hand on his chest as he had started to shift. "You've been dressed far longer than I. How am I to enjoy my husband in a state like this?"

Before Ominis could think of something sultry to say in response, MC had taken him by the shirt collar and began untying his tie. Tossing it aside, she got right to work unbuttoning his vest and the shirt underneath, all the while wrapping a naked leg around one of his and kissing at his neck. Ominis instantly moaned her name and did his best to keep his arms from giving out. Merlin, she was good. She pushed his shirt off his shoulders and admired his slender build, slightly toned muscles rippling perfectly under his pale, smooth skin. She also noticed the little beauty marks that, starting from his cheek, trailed down across his body. As her hands slid down his sides, she found and kissed each little mark, worshipping this gorgeous man and wondering how she ever got so lucky as to have him fall in love with her. Ominis shivered, and a moan echoed in his throat.

Her gaze finally traveling downward, it was clear just from looking at him what was going on under his trousers. She ran a finger along the hem of his trousers, sometimes dipping no more than an inch below. Ominis once again moaned, this time louder and with a plea to her name. MC relented—her own body screaming for more than what she was getting—and she got to work unbuckling the belt around his waist and unbuttoning the trousers underneath. Pushing his trousers and pants away as her breath rushed hot across his shoulder, she was met with his erection. All the books and conversations with friends in the world could not have prepared MC for this beautiful sight. Ominis, still holding himself up on his arms, was panting desperately now. He wriggled out of his remaining clothes before she could do anything except stare. "You are the most breathtakingly gorgeous man on earth," she murmured without thought. Hearing those words quickly brought Ominis' lips to hers. He cared not that he had miscalculated where her voice was and missed her lips on his first try. To be given such a compliment by the love of his life was almost more than his heart could bear, and he was completely over the moon.

When they finally broke away, he remembered the order he had originally been given, and he gave her one more small kiss before shifting back downwards.

MC's hand once again found purchase in his pretty blond hair, and he kissed the inside of her silky thighs. "I have never done this before, my darling, but tell me what you want and I shall do it," he said as he dragged his lips up and down her inner thigh, impatient to please her.

MC hesitated, feeling a bit shy again at the thought of giving explicit directions, but she squeezed her eyes shut in determination and took a breath, allowing herself to get lost in pleasure. "You should use that beautiful, warm tongue of yours—"

Before MC could continue, Ominis had dragged his tongue up her core in one long, slow stroke. She gasped, high pitched, and sighed. "Yes... yes, exactly that, please... That little bump you feel at the top, you should focus there." Again, in the middle of her thought, Ominis did as he was told and playfully flicked once at her clit, sending a massive wave of pleasure through her body. She cried his name and gripped his hair. "I want you to rub small circles," she panted. He dutifully moved the flat surface of his tongue over the tiny organ, marveling at its enormous power and delighting in hearing his wife moan his name. After a minute or two of this, however, she gently stopped him.

"Are you sure you're finished, darling?" He asked, licking his lips and already missing her taste. Still out of breath from the intoxicating sensations she hadn't thought possible, she wordlessly guided him up next to her and brought his face near hers. His graceful body, laid next to her, was entirely too distracting.

She cradled his lovely face in both her hands, gazing into otherworldly blue eyes that stared through her, a tone of lust in her voice he had never before heard. "I... want you inside me," she breathed. His eyes lit up.

"Are you sure, my darling? It is tradition, but I don't want you to feel as if you must. I would be more than happy to oblige if you want to go back to—"

"Please," MC panted. "In fact, it's not that I want you, it's that I need you. I need to be as close to you as possible, Ominis.”

He was not about deny his beautiful new wife—certainly not with that breathless, needful voice she used. He agreed enthusiastically and brought himself directly over her. He was already dripping precum before her pleas had fully left her mouth. His own body ached and begged for that primal release, twitching in anticipation. He lifted her legs and took her hand down to his erection so she could guide him in. Her grasp was like pure ecstasy, and he groaned with pleasure as she teased herself with him a few times, resisting the base urge to push himself all the way in at once.

At first, the couple were slightly nervous. She felt so warm and tight as he gradually pushed deeper, stopping whenever she whimpered and tucked her head. Each time, he would hush her and stroke her hair, reassuring her that she was doing well. He reached down to gently roll her clit between his thumb and forefinger to relax her, and MC threw her head back, her hips hitting his with some force as he found himself deliciously buried inside her. His head swam with pleasure for a moment until he returned to his senses. "I'm so sorry," he gasped, panicking. He felt around until he found her hand and squeezed it gently. "Are you hurt?"

MC panted for a moment, the pain easing quickly. "You feel... so incredible," was all MC could manage to breathe with a desirous smirk. "Can you do that again?"

Ominis sighed with relief and, leaning forward on his arms, began a gentle rhythm. He balanced himself and did his best to both keep his rhythm and play with her clit. He rolled it in his fingers, massaged tight circles with his thumb and ran two flat fingers up and down it—anything he could manage to do, just to hear more of her intoxicating, desperate cries of pleasure.

One of her hands held the bedsheets in a death grip while the other reached up and ran her fingers up the back of his scalp. She was completely lost in rapture as she rolled her hips to his rhythm and told him how good he felt. He had no idea how much longer he could hold out hearing her like this and feeling how warm and wet she was around him.

“Please… don’t stop,” she gasped. “That feels so good,” she whimpered. Ominis squeezed his eyes shut, trying desperately to savor just a few wonderful moments more before he came completely undone.

“I love you,” she panted. “Everything about you, it’s perfect. As if our bodies were made for each other. Merlin, I cannot believe how incredible you feel inside me—”

Her gasps finally took over, making speech impossible. The timbre of her voice raised and, with Ominis’ next thrust, she surrendered to the most intense climax she had ever felt. Her hands flew to his hips as she rolled against him and waves of pleasure radiated out from her core, his name on her tongue over and over between the most beautiful gasps Ominis had ever heard. Hearing her ecstasy and feeling her body tightening around him, he could no longer hold back. He pushed as deep as either of their bodies would allow, and through gritted teeth he moaned loudly, letting the pulse of his own climax overtake all thought and reasoning. His entire body shuddered, and he held MC tight as he pressed against her and made his final few arhythmic thrusts.

Blissful silence overtook the room, save for the couple attempting to catch their breath. They held each other close, scarcely believing what had happened. Ominis pressed a tender kiss to his wife’s lips, and MC grasped her husband’s hand as tightly as her tired body would allow. The skin of their chests pressed together felt so perfect, and MC loathed the thought of having to eventually separate. He finally pulled out of her and rolled over to let her relax atop his chest, and she was rather sad to feel a bit emptier.

"That," MC panted against Ominis' shoulder, "was so much better than I ever could have dreamed."

"So I take it that was better than whatever those pretty little fingers of yours can do?" Ominis earned himself a gentle, playful slap on the chest.

"Hush," MC laughed. "But yes, I… don't even know how describe this.”

Ominis chuckled and planted more soft kisses along her cheek and neck. “We should have all the time in the world to figure that out, my little hummingbird.”

Tears once again stung her exhausted eyes at his reminder, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. “How was I so lucky,” she smiled through her breaking voice. “My beloved Slytherin partner in crime, my protector, my true love… it’s all like a dream to finally be here with you in marriage, and I hope to never wake.”

Ominis gently squeezed her in his arms and pressed the side of his face to hers, breathing in her perfect scent—now of perfume, fresh air and the sweat of lovemaking. "If I recall correctly, and I often do, a certain witch has saved me countless times, as well. But I think you needn't worry about waking up. Nothing could ever keep me from my little hummingbird." He slowly ran a hand up and down her smooth back before covering her with the sheets and listening to her breathing as she tried, and failed, to fight off sleep. Nested in their disheveled bedding, skin pressed against skin, they slowly drifted off together, silently promising they would never be far apart.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis x mc #ominis x oc #fem!MC #ominis gaunt fanfiction #ominis gaunt fluff #ominis smut #ominis gaunt smut #Isabel Greymoore

[meenatranslates]

[SR] Taichi | Reminiscence of Blooming

There were feelings of frustration, as well as regrets and repentance. Still, I was able to keep running without going off the rails because everyone acknowledged me. Lead Skill: A friend I admire, who is my comrade and also my rival Adlib Skill: Right side, good! Left side, good! My smile, good!

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Veludo Town Oshi Spot! ~Video: Taichi~ - Part 1

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―Yosei Uni (Day)―

Taichi: Haah...

Juza: ...Still not goin' home yet?

Taichi: Oh, Juza-san! Are you planning to go back now?

Juza: Yeah. But I'll listen to you if there's anythin' you're troubled with...

Taichi: Eh?

(Is he worried for me because I let out a sigh...?)

Thanks, Juza-san!

But it's no big deal, really! I just can't decide on which place to introduce for the video, that's all.

Juza: The one for the commemorative event on Inste?

Taichi: Yup, that one! Also, since the weather's good today, I was thinking of taking a detour somewhere before heading home...

And it's been a while since I've been to the karaoke, so I thought I could try singing to my heart's content once in a while!

Juza: ...I see.

Taichi: I- I told you it's not a big deal!

Please don't think that I sighed so seriously over such a small thing!

Juza: I wasn't really thinking that...

Taichi: So yeah, Juza-san!

If you have time today, wanna go to karaoke with me?

Juza: Karaoke, huh...

Taichi: Ah, it's fine to decline if you have plans after this!

Juza: ...No, I don't mind goin'. I was just reminded of the time when we were still in O High.

Taichi: O High?

Juza: Just like today, you invited me and Tenma to karaoke on our way back from school a few times.

Taichi: We really had lots of fun back then~! I might as well invite Ten-chan today...

Tenma: You called me?

Taichi: Wah! Great timing, Ten-chan!

Tenma: What do you mean?

Taichi: Juza-san and I just talked about going to karaoke! Wanna come along, Ten-chan?

Tenma: ...Sorry, I gotta leave for work after this.

Taichi: Oh, really? Okay, do your best at work!

Juza: You seem busy these days. Don't push yourself too hard.

Tenma: Thanks, you two. Go have fun at the karaoke.

―Karaoke Box―

Taichi: ...Ha~! Like I thought, it feels refreshing after singing all out!

Huh? You didn't put any songs to sing yet, Juza-san?

Juza: I got too absorbed in listenin' to your singin' that I forgot to do it. That song just now, I remember you also sang that last time we went to karaoke.

Taichi: Yeah, I did! It's the theme song for the drama that Ten-chan starred in! We sang in duet at that time.

It was a bit hard to sing while playing a tambourine, but it was really fun!

(I already feel nostalgic about that, huh~. We make a lot of memories each time we go here.)

(Come to think of it, we often come here to do karaoke. Maybe I should introduce this place for Inste...?)

Juza: You sure can sing even while playin' a tambourine. I don't think I can do that...

Taichi: It's 'cause I was trained by Ten-chan and Ban-chan! I feel like my tambourine skills improved thanks to them...

(Ah, that's right!)

Can we take a selfie together, Juza-san? I wanna send a pic to Ten-chan...

Juza: 's fine by me.

Taichi: Okay, here's the mic for you, and a tambourine for me...

Say cheese~!

*snap*

Juza: Was that okay?

Taichi: Totally! I sent him the pic and said "Let's go together next time"!

Now then, I gotta continue to liven up your song with my tambourine skills~!

Juza: Yeah, countin' on you for that.

―Lounge (Night)―

Tenma: I'm home.

Taichi: Welcome home, Ten-chan! Did you see the pic I sent on LIME?

Yeah, sorry for the late reply. I also saw the picture of you slightly cut off.

Taichi: Ahaha. I tried my best taking the pic while holding a tambourine, but my hands went a little crazy...

But then I thought, "This should be okay enough"!

Tenma: Yeah, I can really tell that you had fun from the picture.

Taichi: I did, but because I sang your drama's theme song by myself, I kinda felt lonely.

Tenma: It's the song for the drama that I was in, so of course it can't be good without me around.

Taichi: Yup, so let's duet together next time!

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Veludo Town Oshi Spot! ~Video: Taichi~ - Part 2

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―Karaoke Box (Day)―

Taichi: We came all the way here, so let's sing together today, Ten-chan!

Tenma: Don't get ahead of yourself! You need to shoot the introduction video first.

Taichi: I- I know that~! I was just joking...

Wait, why're you suddenly holding the remote control!

Tenma: Well, I saw that the theme song for the drama I starred in was in the rankings, and I got curious so...

Taichi: You're right! It's amazing that it's in 3rd place! As expected from a drama starring Ten-chan!

Tenma: Heh, I guess so.

No, wait- Just get started and film already!

Taichi: Ah, just wait, please~! I'm doing the preparations right now!

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The person to introduce their recommended spot for this time is... Taichi Nanao, from Autumn Troupe in MANKAI Company!

Tenma: And the one in charge of filming is Tenma Sumeragi from Summer Troupe.

Taichi: Many thanks for Ten-chan! Now then, the place I'm going to introduce is here! The karaoke box!

There are times when I have the sudden urge to sing...

This happens to you guys too, right? How about you, Ten-chan?

Tenma: Quite few times.

Taichi: Thought so! At times like that, I always come here!

It's close to the station, has the latest models, it's pretty clean, and there's also the drinks station...

This is like, the best place to sing!

Tenma: I mean, it's a karaoke box after all.

Taichi: Well, yeah, that's true but~!

Oh right, the Autumn Troupe of MANKAI Company, of which I am affiliated with, once performed a band-themed play...

Tenma: Ahh, you mean "the Rad Red", where Taichi played the lead role. You guys also held a live performance of an original song during the play.

Taichi: Yup! I actually came here and wrote that original song at that time!

I've also come here with the other troupe members to sing, and many other fun things happened...

This place holds many memories for me.

*ding*

...Wait, what!?

It's the theme song of Ten-chan's drama! Why...!?

Tenma: Taichi! Your elbow's pressing the button on the remote control!

Taichi: Agh, it's true!! I should stop this, right!?

Tenma: I'll do that, so you just keep focusing on the video...!

Taichi: G-got it!

Umm, anyway, karaoke is the best! So everyone should come and hang out here too!!

―Lounge (Night)―

Tenma: ...Have you posted it yet?

Taichi: Uhh, just a second.

~~VLOG starts~~

Caption: Something unexpected happened during the introduction of karaoke box!?

Taichi: "I've also come here with the other troupe members to sing, and many other fun things happened..."

"This place holds many memories for me."

*ding*

"...Wait, what!?"

"It's the theme song of Ten-chan's drama! Why...!?"

~~VLOG ends~~

Taichi: I've successfully submitted my post!

Thanks for getting me permission to use the theme song, Ten-chan! I didn't have to do a retake thanks to that!

Tenma: I wanted everyone to see your video too. The way you panicked is amusing no matter how many times I watched it.

Taichi: Now that you said it, that was a bit embarrassing...!

Tenma: Hey, don't talk too loud or you'll hurt your throat. That awful voice is because of the karaoke you and the others went to yesterday, right?

Taichi: Uhuu, I had too much fun singing that I overused my throat...

Sorry, Ten-chan, even though you told me to be careful.

Tenma: ...Well, I did expect that this would happen.

Here, have some honey. It's the same one I gave you before. This should make your throat feel better. (1)

Taichi: Wahh! Thanks, Ten-chan! You're so kind that my heart's gonna get captivated again...!

Tenma: It'd be a problem if you can't go to karaoke for a while. Mostly worried about your tambourine skills, though...

Taichi: I can still play the tambourine even if my voice gets hoarse! Or rather, I want us to duet again some time!

Tenma: I get it already, so stop shouting!

Take care of your throat so that it'll heal quicker.

Taichi: Okay!

Story Clear!

=====NOTES=====

[1] Referencing the Epilogue of "the Rad Red".

#a3! #a3! translation #meenatranslates #nanao taichi #taichi nanao

[askthedragonriders]

Good evening dragon riders. This question is for all of you. Life has been very overwhelming lately and loneliness is a very real thing that I (and likely many other people) have been struggling with. Sometimes forcing myself out of isolation can feel near impossible. How do you deal with this sort of stress? (If this question is a lot for you then it’s ok if you don’t answer. I understand).

good evening! this has been sitting in my ask box for a couple of months now at this point (maybe longer). i've finally reached it and i apologize for the wait.

i'm also sorry for not responding to this in character, but i just couldn't bring myself to do it. i am just one person roleplaying as these six goobers and it's hard for me to have them have their own answers while i have my own separate experiences with the same issue and loneliness being smth that has been a part of my entire life until recently.

ik how you feel, anon. life gets overwhelming and you are alone or even with others you feel alone because there's just smth not connecting and putting yourself out there takes up so much energy with the added potential of it not working in your favor at all and it sucks so badly. it SUCKS so badly.

forcing yourself out of isolation is SO much sometimes. at my worst i couldn't even imagine it being possible that i could have the power to get myself out. i can only speak from my experiences and i apologize if it does nothing for you. i understand if it doesn't. we are not the same person, none of us are.

but for me, the stress of it all would be me going to work or having to do smth and being like "you know what. just say hi to someone. introduce yourself." such as a coworker or a fellow student. it gets more difficult if you don't have scheduled things like that which generally require interacting with people and yea, it doesn't mean it'll guarantee the loneliness going away if you happen to talk to someone. i get it.

i've always been somewhat of an outsider and struggled in having friends bc a part of me liked keeping to myself but also i was afraid and stressed but it made me lonely and it just cycled. i was lucky my mom recommended i see a therapist bc she was worried & it ended up working wonders for me in understanding how i operate.

for dealing with the stress of it, sometimes it's as simple as slow breathing, sometimes it's setting tinier goals so it's not so daunting and going step by step, and sometimes it did end up being dealing with the stress head on and jumping in. sometimes finding someone online helped, sometimes having someone irl with me helped. what also helps me is remembering that being lonely will always be part of a phase. our feelings always have opposites. someone else across the world or even across the street is also lonely, either literally alone or at a giant gathering with friends around them. we are lonely together.

you will not be lonely forever and the fact you know you don't like being lonely and don't want to be lonely, even if the stress of coming out of isolation feels like so much, that's enough. it can make the difference. you might even end up not being lonely or fighting it in a way you never expected or didn't even realize because things sometimes just happen. it's what happened to me, i started seeing a therapist and got a new job and there i met my two best friends in the whole world who are some of the only ppl who make me feel happy and full. we don't talk all the time. we don't need to. we pick up right where we left off. i no longer see my therapist and have moved out and my life has changed a lot.

ik that it doesn't always work like that. sometimes you rlly do have to keep getting up, going out, and facing the loneliness head on. usually it'll be a mixture of it happening naturally and being a fight. learning to be comfortable in your own company and taking care of yourself can also be very helpful, and you gotta do that at your own pace. days will sometimes be bad and sometimes be good. it probably won't be noticeable or go as quickly as you hope it will.

i hope you are able to find peace, anon. you will one day see, looking back, that you aren't lonely. even if you still are some time in the future, i hope it's still an improvement from where you are now. i hope your situation has improved for you since you sent this ask.

i wish you the best

#ooc #admin answers #httyd #putting this in the main tag in hopes that the person will see since they are on anon #and anon asks don't send notifications to the blog/person that sent it

[fanficwriter284]

can you do a fic (teenager chiffany) where they get caught by their parents, doing that... yk

Hi there anon and since they’re underaged um…it might not be to the extent you want it…BUT Sure…Also FYI Chucky’s abusive parents died when he was 11 so these parents are his adoptive/foster parents. Mary is his adoptive mom and Liam is his foster dad. Okay, we cool!? Sorry it's a tad bit short, it's been a while since I've written. Hope ya like it anon!!!

A shy crescent was beginning to glow, over Hackensack, home to Charles Lee Loman Reinhardt or more commonly known by his American name Charles Lee Ray and his now girlfriend Tiffany Delilah Valentine. The young 17 year olds had sat both with their tender fingers interlocking, and Tiffany’s leaning into Chuck’s slender torso. Tonight the young witty couple relaxed in Chucky’s bedroom since his parents had been out late watching a movie. Chucky hung his head as he listened to the wind's howling whisps, meanwhile the gothic blonde fiddled aimlessly with his twisted locks, gently wrapping a stray strand around her finger. The two teens simply enjoyed the others' silent company. All till Tiffany gave a gentle squeeze on her boyfriend's thigh drawing the brunette's attention.

“Hm?” he mumbled, cracking one eye open to see what Tiffany had been up to. 

Tiffany smiled looking up at him, now tracing his jawline with one of her sharpened nails, grinning seeing that Chucky allowed it even leaning further into her grasp. Slowly she cupped the side of his cheek, her touch gentle and full of loving warmth grazing against his slightly heating face. Slowly she pulled him closer, his iceberg's iris locking with her coffee brown ones with the two both instinctively shutting them as their lips touched. Their kiss tender at first with Chucky gradually pulling Tiffany closer and closer to him till there was nothing between them and Tiffany wrapping her limbs around his necks. The tenderness of the kiss soon exchanged for that of adrenaline passion, the two teens now wanting nothing more than to be closer pulling and grabbing each other tighter and tighter. Tiffany’s nails now digging into her boyfriend's scalp the pain of a radiating sting growing more and more prominent that Chucky ignored and grew to love the sensation of, and Chucky’s grabbing at Tiffany’s curved hips and torso, the two soon found their themselves pinned against the wall both longing for the each others touch.

However unbeknownst to the couple Charles' parents had returned home early from the movie, their car pulling into their driveway. Mary, Chucky’s adoptive mom had stepped out the vehicle reaching into her purse searching for the house keys.

“Oh don’t worry Mary I got em. You think Chuck’s gonna be happy we stopped to get him some pizza?” Liam, Mary’s boyfriend and Chucky's Foster father grinning wide as he unlocked the house carrying the fresh pizza. However much to his surprise the house was silent, curious he ventured upstairs to see what his son was up too.

“Hey sport your mom and I—” Liam could feel his jaw drop and his body cement to the ground in shock and absolute horror. Quickly the man averted his eyes and slammed the door shut and rushed downstairs to compose himself. 

Chucky swung his head up instantly his eyes widening, “shit”

Tiffany’s face flushed red as she sat up fixing her messy hair.

“T–Tiff you gotta go…Now” Chucky whispered, opening the window.

The blonde gave a silent apologetic nod before climbing out and sliding down a lonely tree that stood outside Chucky’ window.

…

“So was he happy about the pizza?” Mary questioned her native smile, contracting Liams look. Her look faded instantly seeing Liam's face twisting into one of concern.

“What’s wrong? Is Chucky okay?” she questioned

“He’s in great health….” Liam utterly lacked what to say, his mind still trying to figure out what he had just seen.

“Then what's wrong?”

“U–m M–Mary….C–Chuck was…having….well….he fully clothed if it makes you feel better”

The bright hue of Mary’s face drained as her eyes widened with each word Liam said.

“What”

…

After what felt like hours the couple finally managed to process their situation.

“I–I’ll go talk with him…I was his age once…I know what it’s like…” 

Mary nodded as she ran a hand through her long chestnut locks wishing she was dreaming.

Liam made his way upstairs, this time knocking on his foster son's door. “Hey Chuck”

“Go away Liam” Chuck retorted from the corner of his room his face buried in his pillow.

“I think we both know I can’t do that” he spoke softly, twisting the doorknob and setting into Chuck’s room. Quietly he stepped inside and sat himself beside Chuck.

“Look…Chucky…I know you’re growing up and things are changing with you” Liam pressed, his palms sweating at his discomfort from having the conversation.

Chucky only dug his head further into the pillow clenching his teeth, feeling his body tense in discomfort.

“A–And I know…you’re to want to…try new things…l–like you did tonight but it’s important that you do them in a safe and protected way….”

“OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DAD PLEASE STOP” Chucky blurted tossing the covers off him.

Liam froze his lips tightening as he listened to Chucky and the word he used…Dad.

“I’M SURE IN THE FUTURE I’LL BE "THANKFUL" FOR THIS ADVICE BUT RIGHT NOW JUST LEAVE ME ALONE” Chucky yelled his face flushed with redness and embarrassment.

Liam backed off giving a slight nod, “Alright…I’ll give you space” he relented leaving the teens bedroom.

#Chucky #tiffany valentine #Teen Chiffany #chucky x tiffany

[innerslumber]

I know this might sound silly but I am feeling really emotional over the messages I've gotten over the Marvel Exhibit posts. I've had people thank me for sharing because they will probably never get a chance to see it. I've had people who has already seen the exhibit but the stuff I saw was new for them and how much they enjoyed it. It's just...been really gratifying.

Because going to this exhibit has been on my To Do list for months. When I finally escaped my abusive spouse with my children, all I could think 24/7 was how do I protect them and how do I get our family stable. And I remember one of my kids' counselor telling me that I need to pick at least one thing for myself. One thing that is just for me because he said I deserved good things too. That I should be free to have an afternoon where I can have fun, without worry and guilt.

And every month, like clockwork, he'd ask me if I had gone to see it. And every time I had an excuse. Oh I was busy meeting my lawyer because I'm about to go to court. Oh I gotta get our new apartment set up. Oh my friends are busy and they can't help watch the kids. There was always something more important because there was so much to do. But the truth was, I was also just so scared. What if my kids got sick while I was gone and I couldn't be at the school right away? What if my car broke down and I got stranded? What if I missed an important call because I was too distracted? Just scared scared scared.

But the exhibit was leaving in April and I knew the clock was ticking. So I finally picked a date when I knew my kids would be looked after, bought a ticket and went.

I remember at the start of the tour, the museum employee said most people spend 30-40 minutes to get through it. I spent almost 3 hours. I read every plaque, stared at the art and costumes from every angle, and even looped back to see things when the crowd had thinned out. Just so I can savor it. Because I felt this panic, like if I don't seize this moment, I'll never be allowed to enjoy something alone again.

But after the tour was over, I went and got lunch and let it sink in. That this wasn't my last chance to enjoy something for myself. That it was okay to enjoy myself. That I was allowed to. I could eat this food that I normally wouldn't have ordered because my spouse would complain about the smell of the food I grew up with. That I could enjoy it without censure or ridicule. I didn't have to rush back and be terrified that I would be late and get screamed at. I could actually pay for this lunch from my own bank account. That I didn't have to sneak around using cash that I had squirreled away so my purchases wouldn't give away my location on the online bank statement. I could just...sit there and watch people walk by in the sun while I sipped my soda and...it was okay. I didn't have to feel guilty that I was alone and enjoying an afternoon doing something "frivolous".

And it just really hit me why I even wanted to go to the Marvel exhibit in the first place. Because luckily I fell into this fandom just when my life was at its darkest. All the wonderful friends, fics, art and crazy posts that helped me get through all the lonely, scary, painful days and nights. Reading Bucky recovery fics after he escaped his torture and brainwashing and telling myself I can do that too. Then feeling stupid that I was projecting so hard on a fictional character but desperately wishing I had a Steve too.

My therapist told me that recovering from trauma is not linear and I'm going to have good days and bad days. And sometimes it will take days before my mind processes things completely. Over a week passed since I went to the exhibit and I found myself crashing. I know it may seem ridiculous but in my mind, I was setting a pin on this outing. A bright shining lodestone in my mental eye. A box that I could tick saying, "Yes. You're finally at a point where you can allow yourself to have this." And now that I was on the other side of it, I felt a bit lost.

But I was scrolling through the pictures I took and I decided to share on the blog. Initially I was just going to send some to friends in DMs but I changed my mind. Editing 90 images and writing up posts at 3 am was probably not a good life choice but fuck it, I never said I was smart lololol.

So I'm really glad that I was able to give something back to the fandom that's given me so much through this difficult time in my life. It's just pictures and my crack commentary but I'm happy that it gave other fans some serotonin. Some days I feel this imposter syndrome where I'm barely holding it together and I am sure I'm not the only one. But it feels so damn good when my friends and I can squeal over our favorite characters and just take unabashed joy in it.

Because for the first time in a long time, my body is my own, my mind is my own and my heart is my own. I can empty my mind of the pain and fill my heart with love.

And where my mind and my heart wants to go, they can. Even to go see some superhero tights.

#personal thoughts #PTSD #recovery from trauma #stucky #fandom love #gosh i got so fucking lucky meeting you all #what a bunch of stand up impossibly loving human beings #i hope we can keep squealing over Bucky and Steve together for a long time #or any other ships you all indoctrinate me into hahaha #love you #Marvel: Universe of Super Heroes

[maerinhearts]

Camping

I watched life lessons with Uramichi for the second time and fell in love with Kumatani all over again. Ever since I posted asking for recommendations on which anime guy to write the camping one shot about, I've been lost. But while watching Uramichi again a light bulb went off in my brain and was like "KUMATANI". So here we are. If you haven't watched Life Lessons With Uramichi-Oniisan please do so. It is such a severely underrated show.

Warnings: fem!bodied reader, fingering, Kumatani is possessive, teasing, creampie, fingers in mouth. Let me know if I missed anything.

Word count: honestly have no clue since I typed this all on my phone for once. But it's gotta be over 3k.

A/N: I've been royally sucking at posting lately, but I've had a few great ideas in the last couple of weeks that I will be posting. Please enjoy, even if you've never watched Life Lessons!

Life had been rough the past few weeks. It felt like you and Kumatani didn't have any time for each other anymore. It sucked. And it made the days drag. You had only been dating a couple months, trying to make time for each other whenever you could, but with his work schedule and his friend constantly wanting to go out for drinks, it had been insanely hard to see him. In fact, you barely received texts from him anymore. He made time to tell you good morning and good night every day, but you've never felt more lonely.

And on the one random Sunday he was able to get off, he was sprawled out on your couch, head resting against your thighs, eyes closed. He was soaking up this time with you, trying not to fall asleep as you massage his scalp with your fingernails.

You're trying your hardest not to ruin the moment. You wanted to jump his bones from the second he walked through your door and pulled you tight against his body. You especially had to restrain yourself when he pressed his soft lips against yours in a sweet peck, pulling away to admire the pout you were sporting. You wanted him so bad. If he could tell, he didn't say anything, just stepped around you and flopped his lean body onto your couch. And thats how you got into the position you were in now. He had insisted he needed a pillow, but when you moved to get him one for your room he complained that he needed your plump thighs as his pillow.

"Oh," he finally says, breaking the silence, "Before I forget..."

You raise an eyebrow at him as he opens his eyes to look at you. "Hmm?" You hum in response.

He sighs. "I got invited to go camping with a couple of my coworkers this weekend. They want you to come," he informs you.

You feel your heart skip a beat. An entire weekend with Kumatani? Your heart was soaring. You didn't care that you would be surrounded by his coworkers, you just wanted to be with him.

"Okay," you say in response hoping that you sounded calm enough. "Do you have a tent?"

He closes his eyes again. "I do. I also have an air mattress."

You continue planning out the tent set up and the meals for the weekend, coming to the conclusion that you would bring sheets and blankets for the air mattress. Why? According to Kumatani you had the softest sheets in the world. You felt like that was an over exaggeration, but didn't question it. Later in the week, he informed you that one of his coworkers was taking care of the food and another was taking care of the drinks. You knew him and his coworkers were fond of beer, so you told him you would bring drinks of your own. You also stocked up on your favorite snacks and even grabbed a few of Kumatani's favorites.

When Kumatani arrived at your apartment Friday afternoon to pick you up, you were stocking up your cooler. You close the lid and lean over to greet him with a kiss before he starts loading your things. Much to your dismay, he doesn't allow you to lift a finger to help. So there you were, pouting from the sidewalk while he tried not to glance your way as he worked on rearranging the car to fit your things.

He worked some tetris magic and within 10 minutes, all your things were loaded snugly in the trunk of his car.

"Ready?" He asks as he approaches you.

"Finally!" You exclaim and run past him to launch yourself into the passenger seat.

The ride to the countryside was beautiful. Since you lived in the city, you didn't see this type of scenery often. You were in awe of all the greenery on either side of the car. You guys even passed a lake that had you pressing your face against your window to take it all in. Kumatani watched you with admiration. He loved seeing you get excited over nature and thought it was cute to watch you be amazed over all the sights. You were pointing everything out to him from willow trees and flowers to wildlife. You even spouted off random facts about the animals you saw that had Kumatani impressed.

Suddenly, you gasp. "A tanuki!" You exclaim, pressing a finger against the glass of your window. You watch as it dashes into the trees and turn to your boyfriend who had a brow raised at you. "Did you know that tanuki's are the only canine species that hibernate?"

Kumatani turns his attention back on the road so you don't crash, but raises both eyebrows in surprise. "No, I did not know that."

"They also don't hibernate alone," you continue. "They're communal hibernators and hibernate with other tanuki's! Ugh! Isnt that so cute?! I'm just thinking of all the little tanuki's snuggled together for the winter, sleeping." You sigh dramatically and turn to press your face back up against the window so you don't miss anything else.

Kumatani just chuckles at you, but continues to enjoy your excitement and random facts. You just couldn't contain the jitters as you thought about spending the weekend with him. You were excited to meet his friends, but you were even more excited to get away from the city. You lived in the city your whole life and never got to be around nature much which is why you had so many random facts in your back pocket. You spent a lot of time in your childhood studying nature since you couldn't experience it. Luckily, it seemed to come in handy as you noticed Kumatani seemed to be enjoying your little facts.

The ride to the campsite didn't last much longer and before you knew it, you were helping your boyfriend set up the tent. He protested at first, insisting that he could do it and you should get out your chair and watch him.

You come up behind him as he is bent over driving one of the stakes in the ground and touch his shoulder. He turns to look up at you before standing up and taking you into his arms.

"Let me help," you plead and bat your eyelashes.

"Baby, I got this," he assures you. "Just sit back and relax. Watch me do all the work."

He goes to turn away, but you tighten your arms around his waist and frown. "As much as I would love to watch my hot, sexy boyfriend do all this work-" Kumatani raises a suspicious eyebrow at you as you stand up on your tippy toes to press a kiss against his lips. "It doesn't feel right."

Kumatani sighs and let's his head fall back at your antics. He stares at the sky, hands on your hips as he contemplates what you can do without the possibility of hurting yourself.

He finally brings his chin back down to look at you. "Okay, fine," he laments. "You can put the poles together. But only the poles." You push your bottom lip out in a pout, but digress. Putting the poles together is still doing something. You just hated feeling useless.

By the time his coworkers started arriving, you guys had your tent all set up and ready to go. As far as you were aware, you were the only significant other in attendance. Kumatani's female coworker had a boyfriend that he said she needed to get away from for a few days and thats why they orchestrated this trip. She also asked that you come along so she wasn't the only girl.

As all of his coworkers arrived, you watched as your boyfriend jogged over and started helping them set up their campsites. He was so helpful and caring, it was rewarding to watch him with his friends. The only one he seemed hellbent on not helping, was the blonde. Kumatani insisted he could do it himself while the blonde whined for his help. Kumatani remained stoic at his friends antics. You noticed none of them were actually helping him so you decide to approach the group.

The female of the group saw you first and you swore you could see her entire face light up. "Oh!" She exclaimed. "Y/N, right?"

You smile at her. "That's me. The one and only."

You could see her brimming with excitement before she turns to Kumatani. "Kumatani, you aren't going to introduce us all?"

"Right," he mutters before coming to stand next to you, wrapping a protective arm around your waist. "That is Utano." He starts, pointing at the woman in front of you. "Over there, sitting in the chair spaced out is Iketeru." You turn to your right to see a very handsome guy indeed spaced out. "This is Uramichi." You turn back to see him pointing at a man off to the side lighting a cigarette. "And that's pretty much everyone of importance." He concludes, hand squeezing the flesh of your waist.

"Hey!" A whine sounds from off to your right. You turn to see the blonde again who was now walking over to you with a pout. "You forgot to introduce me!"

Kumatani stares blankly at him. "Who?"

The blonde glares at him before turning a smile on you. "I'm Usahara, Y/N. Pleased to meet you!" He introduces himself and then it clicks.

"Ohhhh," you drawl out before turning to your boyfriend. "So this is the guy who always drags you out drinking after work and cries because he wishes he was funny and had a girlfriend?"

Usahara gasps, offended while Kumatani turns away from you to hide his laughter. "I've never said any of that!" Usahara defends.

"Yes you have," the whole group deadpans.

Usahara glares at Kumatani before you step in between the two. "Usahara, do you need help putting your tent together?" You finally ask. That was the whole reason you approached the group in the first place.

Usahara turns his attention to you and you don't miss the way his features soften when you address him. "I would love some help, Y/N," he accepts.

You step away from Kumatani to help, completely oblivious to the fact that your boyfriend was shooting daggers at Usahara. You innocently saw this as a way to bond with one of his friends.

Kumatani swears he could choke Usahara out solely for the way he looked at you when you offered help. He stood off to the side and watched your guys' interaction like a hawk, ready to tackle him if he got too close.

Helping Usahara was fun. He could be funny in his own way, and he was very sweet. He held the stakes for his tent, but gave you the mallet to drive them into the grass beneath you. You were enjoying that a little too much, getting yourself out of breath and sweaty. When you're on your third stake, Kumatani finally interrupts.

"Okay, I think you've helped enough, sweetheart," he announces. You stand up fully, turning to look at him with a confused face. "Let's get dinner started, hmm? You said we would cook tonight."

You frown. "I don't remem-"

"Come along now, baby," Kumatani interrupts and steers you away from Usahara with a hand on the small of your back. He guides you back to your guys' tent and you swear you can hear Utano giggling at the two of you as you pass.

He opens the tent, stepping inside and ushers you in. You stand with your arms crossed over your chest at him, refusing to budge. With a sigh, he reaches out and grabs a fistful of the front of your shirt and yanks you into the tent. You let out a shriek as you crash into his chest. He holds onto you as he leans down to close the tent so you could talk in private.

You pout at him when he finally straightens to look down at you. "Kumatani, what-" you start, but he interrupts you by grabbing your chin between his finger and thumb and tilting your head back to press a gentle kiss to your mouth.

When he pulls back and looks down at you fondly, you feel your body relax. Without thinking twice, you snake your arms up around his neck and kiss him again. His arms circle your waist, pulling you tight against his chest as his tongue darts out to lick at your lips, asking permission. You open your mouth to him, sighing in content as you feel his tongue reach in to stroke your own. You don't bother fighting him for dominance, submitting to his assault on your mouth with pleasure.

He pulls away slightly, millimeters of air separating your mouths. "Now, what was it you were saying?" He asks breathlessly before moving to trail sweet, hot kisses slowly down your neck.

You let out a tiny gasp as he places an open mouthed kiss right below your ear and smiles against your skin. He knows you're putty in his hands now.

He pulls back to finally look at you. You look at him through heavy lidded eyes, a dreamy smile on your face.

"Kiss me more," you say softly.

He chuckles at you before pressing a chaste kiss against your mouth and pulling back to look at you again. You pout up at him.

"Listen to me, sweetheart," he says, hand coming up to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. "You need to be careful around Usahara. Especially when he drinks."

You frown. "Why? Whats wrong with Usahara?"

"He has no shame. He will flirt with you in front of me just to get me riled up," he tells you. "Not only that, when he drinks I'm afraid he'll make a move on you."

You raise an eyebrow at him. "You shouldn't worry about me, Kuma," you tell him, hands moving to rub his chest soothingly. "I only have eyes for my sexy boyfriend." You smirk up at him and he scoffs, rolling his eyes.

"Is that all I am to you?" He asks. "Just sexy?"

"And hot. And handsome. And wonderful," you continue. He scowls playfully down at you.

"And good in bed," you murmur seductively. This statement catches him off guard and the next thing you know, you're patting his back as he is bent over with his hands on his knees, coughing aggressively. You were normally this sweet, innocent little thing that a comment like that made him choke.

You're suppressing a laugh as he holds a finger up at you and leaves the tent. You follow closely behind and watch as he grabs a bottle of water from the cooler and chugs it. After downing at least half the bottle, he turns a glare on you.

"You think thats funny?" He asks.

You let out a small snicker before pursing your lips and aggressively shaking your head no.

"Kumatani! Y/N!" you turn towards the shouting to see Utano waving you over. Kumatani caps his bottle before waving at you to follow him over.

When you come back to everyone else's campsite, Utano requests that your boyfriend build a fire in the fire pit before the suns gets too low in the sky and it becomes too dark to see. He immediately obliges without questioning it and gets to work on positioning the wood in the ring. While he is doing that, Utano pulls you to the side and asks you to help her with setting up the small portable grill and burner so she could cook everyone a quick meal.

Within the hour, everyone's bellies are full and you're all gathered around the campfire sipping alcohol and sharing stories. The sun had completely set and the moon was bright in the clear sky. You held your drink tight in your hand as you hugged your body. The temperature had dropped pretty significantly with the disappearance of the sun.

"So what is it like working on a children's show?" You ask as a shiver rakes through your body. Kumatani leaves his chair from beside you and heads to your tent. You frown after him, but turn back around with a pleasant face to hear their answers.

"Debilitating," Uramichi answers, lighting another cigarette.

"Uramichi!" Utano scolds.

"What?" He asks innocently around the butt of his cancer stick.

"I think it's quite fun," Usahara chimes in.

You lean forward in your seat. "Tell me more!" At that moment you feel a blanket being draped around your shoulders and you turn to see Kumatani sporting the tiniest of smiles as he covers you with the blanket he brought. You smile up at him and pucker your lips for a thank you kiss, which he dodges, pressing his lips to your forehead instead. You pout at him before turning your attention back to Usahara.

"Kids are just fun," he answers before turning thoughtful. "Insightful little things, too. They can tell when something is off between the cast members. Its weird." He takes a swig of his beer.

"Has there ever been any weird incidents on set with a child?" You ask.

Usahara taps his chin with his finger. "Other than the time someone lost their child in the studio?"

You gawk at him. "Someone lost their kid?!" You exclaim.

"It's happened on more than one occasion," Utano chimes in. "There was the one time they all decided to play hide and seek and Uramichi had to find them all."

"Ugh," Uramichi groans. "Don't remind me."

You ask for the details and Utano launches into a story about how Uramichi couldn't find one of the children and almost got fired for allowing them to play hide and seek. What was even better was that the child was hiding behind one of the camera's, in plain sight. As you all laughed at the outcome, Uramichi grumbled under his breath as he threw his cigarette butt into the fire.

The night continued with you learning more about your boyfriend and even you sharing stories about your childhood. You all continued to drink and, before you knew it, you had a feel good buzz going. Usahara was red faced on your right, clearly drunk, grumbling on about how he wishes he was funny.

"I think you're funny, Usahara," you state lazily, frowning at him.

He perks up at that. "You really think so, Y/N?"

You nod vigorously at him. "And you're sooooooo nice."

At the drawl of the word "so", your boyfriend scoffs. "I wouldn't go that far," he mutters.

"Hey!" Usahara shouts. "If Y/N says I'm funny, then I'm funny, dammit." He was clearly drunk, Kumatani knew this. But that didn't stop him from glaring at his friend.

"Yeah, Kuma," you join in, playfully pushing at your boyfriends shoulder. He turns a scowl on you which you ignore, turning back to talk to Usahara a bit more. "I at least thought your story of Uramichi smashing that melon by your head on the beach was funny."

"That wasn't meant to be funny," Usahara whines as the group stifles their laughter.

"It wasn't?" You ask innocently, frowning.

"He was trying to kill me," Usahara whisper shouts at you.

"Oh."

This causes Utano to burst out laughing, the others following closely behind. Usahara glares at all of them, but especially your boyfriend. Feeling ballsy, Usahara addresses you once more.

"You know, you're really beautiful, Y/N," he compliments.

"Really?" You respond, a lilt to your voice like it was the best compliment you'd ever received. Kumatani stops laughing almost immediately. "Thanks, Usahara!" Your eyes seemed to sparkle under the moonlight. And if Kumatani wasn't so pissed about Usahara making a blatant move on you, he'd admire you for a bit longer.

"If you ever find yourself in a fight with Kumatani, my place is always a safe space," he concludes, puffing his chest out.

You just giggle at him, thinking he is putting on a show. And he is... to piss Kumatani off. Kumatani knew this by the way Usahara was sneaking looks at him to see his reaction. You didn't. You just thought Usahara was being kind to you.

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind," you reply, smiling at him.

He beams back at you. "And if you ever need someone else to warm your bed-"

"Alright," Kumatani interrupts, standing, a glare plastered on his face. "That's enough." He grabs up your hand. "We're going to bed."

You bid everyone a good night as Kumatani is yanking you towards your guys' tent.

"What did I say?" You whine at him with a pout painting your pretty face.

When Kumatani shoots a look back at you, you swear you see his eye twitch. You were just joking with Usahara, what was so bad about that? You wanted to get along with his coworkers because you really liked Kumatani. It was important to you to get along with the people closest to him.

He keeps ahold of your hand as you guys stop in front of your tent which was around 50 meters from where the others were sitting around the fire. He bends down to take ahold of the zipper and you turn around to take a last glance at the group laughing together. Utano catches your gaze and stands up to wave dramatically at you. You send a small wave back before you're yanked into your tent and Kumatani is zipping it closed behind you.

"Kumaaaa," you whine again and he swears to himself that he will get prettier sounds to leave that mouth of yours before the night is over. When he turns to address you, you have your arms crossed across your plush chest and a glare aimed at him.

"Just tell me what I did!" You beg, damn near stomping your foot for emphasis.

Without a word, Kumatani closes the distance between the two of you, one hand fisting into the hair at the nape of your neck and yanking your head back to look up at him. A small gasp leaves your lips, your shaky hands fisting into his tee shirt, fingers brushing his abdomen. He stares down at you, pupils blown wide.

"Do I need to show you who you belong to?" He suddenly asks.

You feel breathless. The heat in his gaze makes you blush, blood rushing to your core. Instead of answering, you try to do some damage control. You unclench your shaking hands and press your palms flat against his torso, slowly moving them up his chest to wrap your arms around his neck.

"Kiss me," you whisper. You try to move to kiss him, but he has you locked in place by your hair. You can tell he is at war with himself, caught between giving in to your plea and punishing you for blatantly flirting with his friend.

His lips are on yours in a flash, hand leaving your hair and wrapping around the underside of your chin instead, fingers pressing against your face. You gasp at the slight pain and he takes this moment to plunge his tongue into your mouth. You let out a soft moan at the intrusion, heat pooling in your core as he kisses you. His hand leaves your face and moves to cup your ass fully in both hands, pulling you flush against his body. You feel his hardening member press against your thigh and you reach down to palm him over his sweatpants. He snatches up your wrist and pulls away, chest heaving. You feel your arousal pool in your panties under his gaze and you rub your thighs together, which does not go unnoticed by him. He smirks down at you.

"Flirting with Usahara, but who is the one that has your panties wet?" he taunts. You gulp at his words, unsure of what his next move might be before he turns you around and bends you over the edge of the air mattress.

Your hands catch you and you stare down at the fabric of your sheets, afraid of looking back to see what he might be doing. You nearly jump out of your skin when you feel his hands rub against the flesh of your ass before you relax, closing your eyes at his ministrations. Kumatani smirks to himself as he pulls back and lands a nice smack against your right ass cheek. Your eyes fly open, hand moving to quickly cover your mouth so you don't make a sound. You feel your arousal drip further into the cloth of your panties.

Kumatani is sure his hand print is burned into your skin and moves to pull down your leggings for the proof. You let him, only moving to aid him in the removal of the piece of clothing. He sits back and admires his work, eyes catching the wet spot on your underwear.

He chuckles to himself. "Oh, you liked that, didn't you?" He asks, genuinely curious. He had never spanked you before, but he's thinking maybe he should start.

You don't answer so he moves to flip your back against the mattress and you stare up at him, blush staining your cheeks a pretty pink color. God, he thinks he just might have fallen in love.

Pushing that thought to the back of his mind, Kumatani leans his body over yours, hands on either side of your head holding his weight up. He ducks his head down to press a gentle kiss against your mouth, a stark difference to the way he smacked your ass just moments before. Feeling impatient, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him against you, opening your mouth to him. Kumatani grunts at the force in which you pull him against you, but opens his mouth to you nonetheless. He fights you hard for dominance, the intensity of the kiss picking up, leaving both of you breathless.

You slowly begin moving your body up the mattress to your pillows, and Kumatani follows, lips never leaving yours as he forces your legs open with a knee when your head hits the pillows. You gasp as his lips leave yours to trail hot kisses down your neck, his hands pushing your shirt up to reveal your lace bralette. He breaks away briefly and begins tugging on both of the garments. You finally sit up, taking them off and tossing them on the floor of your tent. Kumatani plants his mouth back onto yours and pushes you back against the bed.

You moan into his mouth as he moves his knee to press right against your core. "Shh," he shushes against your lips. "You don't want them to hear you, do you?" You softly shake your head. You were terrified of anyone hearing you. You normally weren't loud in bed, but Kumatani was being so incredibly hot tonight.

He had you wrapped around his finger. You would do anything for him right now if he asked, and you couldn't decide whether that was a good thing or not. Maybe it was because it had been so long since you last slept together, at least two weeks. Or maybe it was because you were seeing a new side to him. You weren't sure. All you knew was that you liked it a lot.

Kumatani dips his head down to take a nipple into his mouth, softly suckling on it as you arch your back into him. He pinches your other nipple between his thumb and finger before switching sides. You cover your mouth with your hand, hoping to stifle the moans that want to leave your lips. He still has his knee pressed right up against your sex and you were trying to subtly rub against him.

This did not get passed him as he presses his knee further into your sex, delighting in the soft gasp that leaves your lips. He squeezes the flesh of your breasts in his hands as he trails hot kisses down your torso, stopping right in front of your clothed core.

He tentatively runs his finger over your panties and you rock your hips up into him, hoping for more friction as you groan out in frustration. Wordlessly, he pulls your panties down to reveal your dripping cunt. He's mesmerized as he slowly reaches out to run a single finger through your folds, watching the way your slick coats the digit. He continues his slow ministrations over your pussy, enjoying the way you writhe underneath him, hand wrapping around his wrist to push his hand further into you.

He gets the hint and slowly inserts his middle finger into your aching hole, smirking down at you, loving the way your mouth falls open and your head falls back. He pumps his finger into you as he leans over to capture your lips once again in a searing kiss, tongue licking hotly into your open mouth, swallowing your moans. When he pulls his finger out, he promptly stuffs it into your open mouth.

This catches you by surprise, but you grasp his wrist and greedily suck your essence off the digit. Not thinking, he adds his index finger, suddenly aroused by the feeling of your tongue between his fingers. Kumatani suddenly wonders why he had never tried these things before. He had always been careful, gentle. You were always so cute around him and when you had sex before, you always held him tightly against you. But this. Seeing your surprised face, pupils dilated fully with last. Feeling just how wet you were from him being a little mean... he thought maybe he should do this more often.

He takes his fingers from your mouth and he nearly cums on the spot upon seeing the pleading look on your face, eyes wide, lower lip slightly quivering.

He tilts his head back. "Fuck, Y/N," he whispers. "Don't look at me like that."

You grasp at his shirt once again, tugging it. He glances back down at you, eyebrows furrowing. You're on full display for him. And he's trying to commit the way your body looks to memory, but you're pulling his shirt and he can't ignore you.

"Please, Kuma," you whisper, hands fisting tighter into his shirt.

He grabs your hands up in his, pinning them above your head and leaning down so you're eye level. You let out a soft gasp at the feeling of his hips pressed against yours, his hardening cock pressed against your core.

"Please, what, sweetheart?" He asks softly as he leans down to trail his nose up the column of your neck, inhaling your scent as he goes.

You're shaking in anticipation, but you don't think you can get the words out. You wish he could just read your mind and fuck you already. You're too embarrassed and you feel your cheeks heat up.

"Please," you choke out again.

"Use your words, baby," he reminds you, smirking against your skin.

Feeling bold, you roll your hips against his and he stiffens, swallowing back the moan that threatened to leave his lips.

"Fuck me, Kumatani," you finally say, voice clear.

He halts his movements, surprised that you actually said the words. He was going to milk this for all that it was worth until you were a begging mess underneath him. But damn. He couldn't turn you down.

He quickly sits up to pull his sweats down and yank his shirt off, eager to be inside you. As he's pulling his shirt off, you sit up and take his cock into your hands and begin pumping his length. He nearly collapses on top of you at the feeling. You're pressing open mouthed kisses against his abdomen and he's a moaning mess above you, hand fisted into the hair at the nape of your neck, body hunched over your form as you rub your thumb over his leaking slit.

Finally, he gains his composure and grabs your wrists up, pulling your hands away from him. When you look up at him, he is panting heavily, heavy lidded eyes looking down at you in admiration.

In a flash, he has your back pinned against the air mattress again, bare chest pressed against yours as he ruts his hips into you, cock sliding through your folds deliciously, pressing and rubbing against your clit. Your mouth falls open in ecstasy, loud moans falling past your lips before his hand clamps down over your mouth.

His movements have stopped. "Shhh," he shushes you, but his tongue is tracing your collarbone. You roll your hips against him, moaning into his hand as he sucks a bruise into the skin below your jawline.

When he removes his hand, you go straight to begging him, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. He palms your breast, listening to your pleas as his cock twitches against you.

"How could I say no?" He finally responds. "When you ask so nicely..."

He positions the head of his cock at your entrance and slowly pushes inside of you. You moan at the feeling, head falling back.

He let's out a breathy laugh. "On second thought, let me hear you, baby," he says as he buries himself to the hilt into your dripping cunt. "Let Usahara hear who this pussy belongs to, hmm?"

"F-fuck," you stammer out as he slowly pulls his hips back and slowly reenters you.

"That's it," he whispers, reaching up to brush your hair out of your face.

You grip his forearms, nails digging into his flesh as he starts to pick up his pace.

"You feel so fucking good," he breathes out as he rests his forehead against yours. You whimper underneath him, teeth digging into your bottom lip to keep yourself from moaning. And god, you're looking at Kumatani like he held the whole world in his hands. He has to close his eyes before he cums too quickly.

"Harder," you squeak out at him. You feel a warmth spread across your abdomen, the familiar feeling of your climax approaching. You're sure if he were the pick up his pace, you would be sent teetering over the edge.

His hips stutter before his starts fucking into you harder, hips snapping against yours with a bruising force. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer against you.

You moan loudly now, not even trying to hide it.

"You take me so well, baby," Kumatani grounds out, breathless.

Your pussy clenches around him at his praise and he moans. "D-don't do that," he breathes.

He leans back to grasp your hips, moving so he can angle his thrusts upwards into you, right against that spot that has you seeing stars. Your hands cover his as he repeatedly hits that spot.

"Fuck," he curses. "You're so good. Feel so good." Your cunt tightens around him at your approaching climax and he nearly comes undone. Your walls are practically sucking him back in, he can't even pull out. "So tight," he pants.

He notices your moans becoming higher pitched, warning him that you're right on the edge. "Come on, baby," he encourages. "Cum for me. Want you to cum on my cock."

This sends you over the edge, orgasm washing over you strongly, body shaking and twitching against him as he fucks you through it. Your hands are pushing at his abdomen, knees pulling up to your chest in an attempt to close your legs. You're becoming overstimulated when he suddenly pulls your knees apart to watch his cock enter your now drenched pussy. You have his dick in a vice grip and it's taking all his strength to savor this for just a bit longer.

When he looks at you again, your eyes are glossy with tears, your fucked out expression gazing up at him with admiration.

"Cum inside me, Kuma," you tell him, legs wrapping around him once again and pulling him against you. "Wanna feel your cum inside me."

He groans against you. "You can't say stuff like that, Y/N," he complains. "I'm trying to savor the moment. I don't want to cum yet." You pout at him when he looks at you. He averts his gaze quickly, dipping his head down to capture a nipple into his mouth as he begins grinding into you again, movements languid and deep. You swear you feel him in your throat. You tangle your hands into his hair, holding him against you as he slowly builds you back up to another climax. He's smirking against your skin at your moans, knowing full well the entire campsite can hear you. He doesn't care at this point.

Just as your cunt clenches down around him, he feels his orgasm quickly approaching. He picks up his pace slightly, pressing his face into your chest as a string of curses and moans leave his lips. And finally, as you cum around him for the second time, he empties his own orgasm into you, moaning into the skin of your chest as your pussy milks him for all he's worth.

When he pulls out, he takes a moment to watch the way his seed spills out of you, a sense of pride that his cum is in you. You're both panting, trying to calm down when you sigh contentedly.

He presses a kiss to your forehead before moving off the mattress to get something to clean you off with. He finds a wash cloth in your bag and wets it down with the bottle of water that was thrown haphazardly next to it. He presses the cloth against your still hot sex and you suck air in through your teeth.

"Cold!" You gasp out, legs closing around his hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he murmurs. "I have to clean you up." He continues cleaning you carefully, brow furrowed in concentration as he wipes you down with care.

When he finishes he tosses the rag aside before covering your body with his once again, peppering kisses across your face.

You giggle at him and try to push him away, but he just nuzzles his face into your neck and closes his eyes.

You massage his scalp with your fingers. "You know, maybe I should flirt with Usahara more often if that's how the sex is gonna be," you muse.

Kumatani slowly lifts his head up to glare at you.

"What?" You ask innocently.

Kumatani pounces you like a predator on his prey, effectively shutting you up and convincing you to never flirt with Usahara again.

#life lessons with uramichi oniisan #mitsuo kumatani #kumatani smut #i think i'm one of like 2 people who have written smut for this man #truly sad #honestly #he's hot

[toongrrl-blog]

More Benvi Playlist

What are you doing just sitting there? Listen to some tunes at least ;)

"Let's Leave the Lights On Tonight" Johnny Rodriguez

We’ll let them old memories die

We’ll be just you and I

Somehow it all feels so right

2. "A Matter of Trust" Billy Joel

Let’s leave the lights on tonight

I'm sure you're aware, love

We've both had our share of

Believing too long

3. "Feels Like the First Time" Foreigner (also a Trenor song)

When the whole situation was wrong

And I know that it must be the woman in you

That brings out the man in me

I know I can't help myself

And it feels like the first time

You're all that my eyes can see

Like it never did before

Feels like the first time

Feels like the first time

Like we've opened up the door

Like it never will again

4. "Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood" Nina Simone or The Animals

Never again

Baby, do you understand me now

Sometimes I feel a little mad

Well, don't you know that no-one alive

Can always be an angel

5. "Torn Between Two Lovers" Mary MacGregor

When things go wrong I seem to be bad

Torn between two lovers, feeling like a fool

Loving both of you is breaking all the rules

Torn between two lovers, feeling like a fool

6. "Never Really Over" Katy Perry (suggested by @fishyyyyy99 )

Loving you both is breaking all the rules

Two years, and just like that, my head still takes me back

Thought it was done, but I guess it's never really over

Oh, we were such a mess, but wasn't it the best?

7. "Hanging on the Telephone" Blondie

Thought it was done, but I guess it's never really over

It's good to hear your voice, you know it's been so long

If I don't get your calls, then everything goes wrong

8. "Listen to Her Heart" Tom Petty

I want to tell you something you've known all along

She's my girl

And you just can't creep up behind her

And you can't understand that she's my girl

It's gonna tell her what to do

Yeah, she's gonna listen to her heart

She might need a lot of loving

But she don't need you

9. "Fools Rush In" Ricky Nelson

Just open up your heart and let this fool rush in.

Well, open up your heart and let this fool rush in...

10. "It's Now or Never" Elvis Presley

I spent a lifetime

Waiting for the right time

Now that you're near

The time is here, at last

It's now or never

Come hold me tight

Kiss me my darling

Be mine tonight

Tomorrow will be too late

It's now or never

My love won't wait

11. "Act Naturally" Buck Owens or the Beatles or Buck Owens w/ Ringo Starr

Well, I hope you come to see me in the movie

Then I know that you will plainly see

The biggest fool that's ever hit the big time

And all I gotta do is act naturally

12. "Queen of Hearts" Juice Newton

Playing with the queen of hearts, and knowing it ain't really smart

The joker ain't the only fool who'll do anything for you

I'm laying out another lie, I'm thinking 'bout a life of crime

'Cause that's what I'll have to do to keep me away from you

13. "Send Me No Flowers" Doris Day

Call me up and say that you're on your way

Til you're back how lonely I'll be

Send me no flowers today

Instead of sending flowers come back to me

And love me just as I love you

14. "Time Won't Let Me" The Outsiders

Can't you see I've waited too long to love you

To hold you in my arms

Time won't let me

Time won't let me

Time won't let me aw

Oh

15. "Head Over Heels" Tears for Fears

I wanted to be with you alone

And talk about the weather

But traditions I can trace against the child in your face

Won't escape my attention

You keep your distance with a system of touch

And gentle persuasion

I'm lost in admiration, could I need you this much?

Oh, you're wasting my time

You're just, just, just wasting time

Something happens and I'm head over heels

I never find out till I'm head over heels

Something happens and I'm head over heels

Ah, don't take my heart, don't break my heart

Don't, don't, don't throw it away

16. "Just What I Needed" The Cars

I guess you're just what I needed

(Just what I needed)

I needed someone to feed

I guess you're just what I needed

(Just what I needed)

I needed someone to bleed

17. "What Is Life?" George Harrison

What is my life without your love?

Tell me who am I without you by my side

Oh, tell me what is my life without your love

Tell me who am I

18. "Hello It's Me" Todd Rundgren

Think of me

You know that I'd be with you if I could

I'll come around to see you once in a while

Or if I ever need a reason to smile

And spend the night if you think I should

19. "All This Time It Was You" Ginger Foutley

You were right there from the start

And what might be the strangest part

Is while I sure enjoyed the view

Of seeing everything brand new

It's still you

20. "Words" F.R. David

Words don't come easy to me

How can I find a way to make you see I love you

Words don't come easy

Words don't come easy to me

This is the only way for me to say I love you

Words don't come easy

21. "Sway" The Kooks

Still I need your sway, because you always pay for it

And I, and I need your soul

Because your always soulful

And I and I need your heart,

Because your always in the right places

22. "Stay Awhile" Dusty Springfield or She & Him

Oh, I hate to see you go

Tell you what I'll do

I'll be good to you

I'll make you glad that you are mine

So come on baby

23. "Hysteria" Def Leppard

I gotta know tonight

If you're alone tonight

Can't stop this feelin'

Can't stop this fire

24. "Slowly" Ann-Margret

Come on and kiss me again but this time slowly

Not so fast, make it last, you're talking too fast

Honey make it last, oh, not so fast, yeah

25. "I Beg Your Pardon, I Never Promised You A Rose Garden" Lynn Anderson

I beg your pardon

I never promised you a rose garden

Along with the sunshine

There's gotta be a little rain sometime

When you take you gotta give so live and let live or let go

26. "Baby I Need Your Loving" The Four Tops

Empty nights echo your name

Whoa, sometimes I wonder

Will I ever be the same?

27. "The More I See You" Chris Montez

The more I see you, the more I want you

Somehow this feeling just grows and grows

With every sigh, I become more mad about you

More lost without you and so it goes

28. "Expressway to Your Heart" Soul Survivors

I was wrong, baby, I took too long

I got caught in the rush hour

A fellow started to shower

You with love and affection

Come on, look in my direction

29. "Here It Comes Again" The Fortunes

Then there's nothing left for me to say

You no, you no, you no you broke my heart

Here it comes again, that feeling

Here it comes again

30. "Rhaspody in the Rain" Lou Christie

And in this car our love went much too far

It was exciting as thunder

Tonight I wonder where you are

The windshield wipers seemed to say

"Together - together - together - together"

And now they are saying

"Oh, ne... ver, ne... ver"

Ooh-wee, ooh-wee, baby

31. "I Saw the Light" Todd Rundgren

Though we had our fling (we had our fling)

I just never would suspect a thing (suspect a thing)

'Til that little bell began to ring (began to ring)

In my head, in my head

But I tried to run (I tried to run)

Though I knew it wouldn't help me none (not help me none)

'Cause I couldn't ever love no one

Or so I said

But my feelings for you

Were just something I never knew

'Til I saw the light

In your eyes (in your eyes)

32. "Party Lights" Claudine Clark

Too late and mama dear, oh tell me, do you hear?

We're partying tonight

I tell you, I can't sleep, because across the street

Oh-oh, oh-oh, I see the party lights

33. "She's Got the Devil in Her Heart" The Beatles (Susan J. Douglas thoughts on this song's meaning was "just how long were we going to behave ourselves, anyway, especially when behaving yourself as a girl meant not having any fun?")

I'll take my chances

For romance is

So important to me

She'll never hurt me

She won't desert me

She's an angel sent to me

She's got the devil in her heart

No, no, this I can't believe

She's gonna tear your heart apart

No, no, nay, will she deceive

34. "The Hard Way" Mary Chapin Carpenter

Show a little inspiration, show a little spark

And show that things that drew me to you and stole my heart

And tell me something I don't know instead of everything I do

And look at me as if I mean something to you

Our hearts are beating while we sleep, but while we're wide awake

You know the world won't stop, and actions speak louder

Listen to your heart, and what your heart might say

Everything we got, we got the hard way

35. "Big Shot" Billy Joel

Because you had to be a big shot, didn't you

You had to open up your mouth

You had to be a big shot, didn't you

All your friends were so knocked out

You had to have the last word, last night

You know what everything's about

You had to have a white hot spotlight

You had to be a big shot last night

#1990s music #1980s music #1970s music #1960s music #1950s music #2010s music #never have i ever #benvi #devi x ben

[bthump]

hi! I love your analyses, I've been reading a lot of them as preparation for a fanfic I'm writing (lol) focusing on griffguts and casca, and though this is a unrelated, what do you think of the entire black dogs/wyald arc? i'm.. of the personal opinion that it should be ignored entirely, even as a new berserk fan, i felt it added nothing in terms of character development, except making guts a little more dislikeable pre-eclipse, and torturing casca more. the only cool scene was the reveal that wyald was a weak old man.. but honestly i overall pretend it doesn't exist

(I also think the anime adaptations did a good job when they adapted it out entirely. I dunno, pacing wise I liked it more. there's no epic fights, no pillaging villages because of them, just the band of the falcon, desperate and lonely, running away from Wyndham)

Thank you very much!

Honestly I think I have a minority opinion in that I think the Wyald sequence is significant and, aside from the gratuitous sexual assault ofc, I actually like it. Though I do think the adaptations were correct to get rid of it, pacing-wise.

The main reason I think it's valuable is in showing Guts' "dream" in action - he wants to fight stronger and stronger enemies, well, here he is doing it. And it makes Casca cry, it nearly kills him, Zodd's still the one who ultimately takes Wyald out and saves Griffith, and Guts behaves as though he's driven by a personal vendetta when he fights Wyald, holding a grudge over Zodd and, subtextually, lashing out because of his rape trauma. "No matter what, I've gotta settle the score with him... with them... by my own sword."

Like it definitely makes Guts less likeable, but I think that's important, to show that it's not just the Eclipse that drives him in the Black Swordsman arc - it's something deeper than that, that the Eclipse just added more anger to. And also to further show that his year long vacation of dream pursual wasn't that great either, and didn't make him a better person. We've already seen hints of that with his philosophical speech to Casca after which she screams at him for only caring about his sword, and honestly I think the cocky attitude he displays at the tournament we see is a little reminiscent of the Black Swordsman arc - much less dark, much happier, but he's still a dick in some similar ways that we didn't see during the rest of the Golden Age, in a way that feels transitional - and which is underlined during the Wyald fight.

Also the flashback to Godo's where Erika suggests he just wants to fight Zodd again after Guts nearly kills himself with his training exercize and she's like 'you're gonna die my dude.' I'm a little salty that both adaptations cut that actually because I think it's one of the most important character notes for Guts. (The anime essentially wrote in the exact opposite of this scene in their cliche training montage lol, and I think that's my single most hated creative decision in the anime.)

And on top of that, I also think it's significant for Griffith - both Wyald's dressing down (which the anime preserves, thankfully) and his sense of isolation and worthlessness when he can't do anything to help the Hawks, or even comfort Casca.

And tonally I think it works pretty well to lead into the Eclipse. The Eclipse coming out of nowhere works better, imo, when you don't have the entire Black Swordsman arc hanging over the Golden Age's head. You can play it as a shocking turn in an adaptation where we've never seen a sacrifice and don't already know what happened to turn Griffith into Femto. But after the BS arc, and especially after Count Slug's scene, I feel like it just works better to sort of slowly reintroduce that kind of more extreme dark fantasy to the story, and build up to the Eclipse with Wyald saying he has business with Griff soon, begging Griff to call the Godhand, Zodd telling Griff the behelit will return, etc. After the BS arc it gives the late Golden Age a very 'oh shit here it comes' vibe, which I personally love lol.

Anyway yeah, I absolutely get why people don't like it and I think that's totally fair - it's kind of weird to have a 10 chapter long big monster fight interlude between the rescue and the Eclipse, Wyald is obnoxious as hell, the aforementioned gratuitous assault and really shitty mistreatment of Casca by the narrative, etc. But overall I'm still into it lol.

Thanks for the ask, and good luck with your fanfic, hope you have fun writing it!

#ask #anonymous #a #b #scene: pre eclipse #character: guts #theme: dreams

[fefeman]

Little overview of the Library of Ruina Mods I've tried and beat...

E.G.O Malkuth: Pretty insane actually, implementing the mechanics of Malkuth Breakdown into an RPG combat is pretty wild. Having randomized combat dice and then later the inability to cancel your actions is pretty extreme, but the fight is balanced enough that a late-game team can handle it without too much difficulty. The pages are interesting too, synergizing well with Malkuth while also adding a few mechanics from her Lobotomy counterpart. I'd say 8/10 because it's a bit long. Apparently, this is meant to be the first of a series that will go for all patron librarians, so I'm curious to see where the next go

Thorn workshop: well balanced that one. The "Thorn" mechanics is interesting. It's a reverse build: YOU gain stacks, and the enemy takes damage when they hit you. This is enough of a difference to make it interesting tho. First, it makes mass attacks VERY dangerous to use, because you will take damage for every character hit. It also requires you to not focus on a single target, as if the other can buff their thorn counter too long, you'll likely take too much damage later. 8/10 too, because while mechanically it was well-rounded, it was a pretty standard battle all things considered.

Librarian of Death: Very dramatic battle, with a nice reward (bad end angela becomes playable), and the battle has a nasty trick. In the first phase, you'll only be able to use one librarian, so you'll go for "Lone Fixer" passive or something of the sort, but then in the second Phase, Angela joins you, screwing you over... The mechanic here is about stopping Dark Angela from regaining light, which will debuff her. 9/10, because I really liked Angela confronting what she could have become. I wonder if there is a similar mod for Roland.

Myo E.G.O : Okay, that one is narratively sound but mechanically silly. Myo come back once more, and challenge the library alone, gaining her E.G.O, which is a "death by a thousand cut" build with "the myongest" passives built in. Instead of infinity dice, she gets two 99 initiative dice per turn and the power boost. She got many cards that can add attack dice by consuming charges, and a very powerful attack that is clearly her version of "vertical split". I had to pull Gorilla Yesod + Librarian of Death to defeat her, and by a hair breath. The reward is insane tho, because of her passive stack with the Myongest, meaning you can have someone hitting with +10 power for at least 2 die, likely 3... I'd give it 7/10, I feel this is too insane and unbalanced, but love the concept and the story.

E.G.O Philip : This one is an alt timeline where Philip didn't become the crying children (there's actually another with the same premise). It's interesting to see Philip explored in a more positive light. Mechanically this mod also has a few interesting concepts: Philip will select 1 dice from your librarians, and using a combat card on these dice will cause you 3 burns. That's a cool concept, altering the properties of your cards depending on which die you use. But I feel it's not explored to its fullest, and 3 burns can be ignored if you reliably win the clashes against Philip... Which I did thanks to E.G.O Myo (yeah I have no regret). 6/10, Maybe a bit more interactions with the dice stuff would have been cool. Still a good mod.

E.G.O Walter : I gotta admit that Walter wasn't a character I expected to see come back with an E.G.O, but why not. His story is about realizing that he has nothing left and so he should do things for himself and to assert his existence or something... He bumps his defensive abilities VERY high, doubled with a buff that gives him 90% damage reductions. But he lose a stack of these every time one of his block dice lose, and after that, he got weakened defense for a few turns. Now, that one I didn't fight fair and square: I used the Netzach strategy to make green boy untargetable, then clashed JUST enough to break his buff, and then kept hitting him 3 times. The result is he could do nothing and I wilted him down... OVER 3 minutes, because he had a fuckton of HP. How is anyone supposed to win that one without bullshit? I give this one 5/10, because the numeric values of this fight are truly unbalanced...

Overall these were fun. Really liked them, eager to see others. I have to move forward on the Da'at mod & finish the Pinkie first.

#library of ruina #LoR #modding #now you can reblog

[sepyana]

Jjba Stardust Crusaders Ep. 40-44 Thoughts

I've waited a bit to write this. Mostly because I was tired, but also because I wanted to think about it more.

D'Arby Part (Ep. 40-43)

This episode is considerably lighter in tone compared to the Vanilla Ice episodes, cuz we gotta torture Polnareff as much as possible.

I like the paralells between the D'Arby's. Older one is unmatched in cheating, Joseph tries to cheat and gets his soul taken to show there is no way we are winning that way. Jotaro wins by bluffing instead. Younger one is unmatched in skill, Kakyoin tries to win against him fair and square and gets his soul taken away. Jotaro wins cheating instead.

This episode does a lot to build Kakyoin's character. Interesting that the way DIO tempts him is by saying "Let's be friends." I am guessing Kakyoin had a lonely childhood. Maybe he spent all that time palying games. It's not like I was a friendless kid who spent all her time playing Tetris, Pokemon and MOBAs.

I didn't saw this scene in the manga though. It's probably an anime only thing. I like it as an addition, though, I doubt some really shady man saying let's be friends would calm anyone's nerves down. It doesn't make much sense to me.

Also the Kakyoin doll is horrifying.

Joseph saying "No more Mr Nice Guy" got me. Couldn't think of a more white phrase if I tried.

Why,, why do the baseball players have an entire bakery down there.

Jotaro part dragged on a little bit for me personally. It was funny though. Like how Joseph gets angry at Jotaro for playing like shit and Jotaro is saying 'Shouldn't you be cheering for me?'. Later Jotaro is hiding behind his hat. And even later there are the soul reading scenes.

It's so funny seeing D'Arby lose his shit over Jotaro cheating like a TRUE GAMER. I can't believe DIO has a GAMER guard his hideout. D'Arby in general is pretty funny like why does he look like that. Why is his stand like that. What a fucking loser.

Episodes are good but not outstanding.

Vanilla Ice (Ep. 43-45)

The last few episodes were funny, this one is just horrifying.

I will maybe come back to this on a latee post. I wanna think more about these episodes.

Firstly, I actually know Vanilla Ice's namesake. Naming your character after one person instead of a badn or a song name is... bold.

Funny that Dio only remembers Kakyoin at first. He might be pretending to not know the Crusaders that well just to show his superiority or whatever. Motherfucker is reading while Polnareff and Iggy are out there fighting for their lives. I hope Dio dies a million deaths and gets run over.

I kind of hate Advol's death. He doesn't get a send off at all. It just sorta happens before the fight. We don't get to hear his thoughts, we don't get a chance to grieve. It feels weird to me that Iggy's death resonated with me way more, I like Advol so much more too. I get the feeling that he was killed just for the sake of it. His character arc doesn't really need this. I dunno. It felt like a waste. I was angry when he died, not really sad.

I think this part if the opening is suppose to reference this scene. I wonder if this is true for the other shots.

The fight scenes are pretty good. One thing I don't get is how getting some of his foot eaten completely incapacitates him. That would make sense irl but like. He has literary been through worse. This show doesn't really handle injuries all that well.

Silver chariot was animated beautifully.

I actually felt sad over Iggy's death. Since stands represent souls, the fool manifested on its own to save Polnareff. Despite Iggy knowing he would die if he did that.

You'd think Polnareff's arc of being saved would lead him to save someone else instead. But the show almost makes fun of you for thinking that. I kind of like that, actually.

I thought Suzie meeting Holly was a nice scene but it dragged for too long.

The end part really confused me. The tonal whiplash from Iggy dying to this just doesn't sit right me. There are other comedic bits too and none of them land for me. I think they are theree to lighten the mood but like. People are dying, y'know. I wouldn't mind this as much if the jokes were funny but I couldn't really find them funny.

Yeah, that's it. I couldn't think of what I wanted to write, but I though it would be better to write this before watching the finale. I should let them marinate in my head a bit more.

Now, we are at the beginning of the end. With only 4 episodes left. I will watch them after posting this and report to you later. It's currently 5.30

#sepya watches jjba #↪ posts

[marshiestars]

Tag 9 People You Want To Get To Know Better

thank you @scrawnytreedemon for tagging!! let’s begin, shall we? :3c

Three Ships: ughhhhh this is real hard because I JUST invented the most horrible, wonderful “why does it work” crackship a few weeks ago, but if I want to include it, I have to ignore one of my three big zelda ships :C

1. Ghiralink. because of course. I feel like it’s illegal to leave this one out or put it any lower. it’s the good food. it’s well-established. I can afford to be picky with my content. it’s great :D

2. Astlink! sorry Kohlink, but Astlink is less likely to scare half my audience away 😔.

tbh I’m still VERY surprised that Astor and Link aren’t paired together nearly as often as Zelast (Astor / Zelda). don’t get me wrong, both are rare pairs, but somehow Astlink is even *rarer* shksjhdjhsshs, and I can’t for the life of me figure out why. either way, it's 'moody goth bitch rejected by society (or maybe he rejected society first, it's a chicken or egg situation tbh) with the perfect golden person that everyone admires who secretly has their own issues'!! and it's about how they're on the complete opposite sides of this huge conflict and yet they find unexpected parallels in each other! and having everything fall apart but deciding to be a better person, even when the rest of the world says it's too late, because that one person believes in you and is willing to give you a chance! darkness and light! it's GOOD FOOD

(...man, I really gotta finish chapter 3 of swordsman and the seer.)

3. ...fuck it. scrawny, I hereby challenge you for the title of Weirdest Fucking Crossover Ship. Ghirahim x Godrick? Sephiroth x the Hollow Knight? I'm intrigued, but not crumbling to ash at the thought.

and so I give you this in place of gushing about Kohlink, which is unbelievably rare, but damn it, at least they're from the same source material! besides, I wasn't the first person to pair them by a long shot, no, no, no.

but there’s a special, lonely sort of pride in knowing you’re probably the first of 8 billion people in the world to ever even think of a pairing. ready? here it is:

R*x D*ng*rv*st x S*np*i from FNF.

(censored their names like that because if this shows up in the tags I’m gonna jump out a window)

yeah, man. I don't even know either.

I mean, I do know, somewhere, and my original train of thought is buried in the memory slush of a few months ago, gone forever. so now we're here. fuck. kill me. why am I writing shit for these two. girl what the hell is this

everyone who reads this post, I want a brick emoji in my inbox to simulate getting one through my window

First Ever Ship: ANYWAY, fuck, I don’t even remember at this point, I've been in greater fandom for so long. wait... oh, son of a bitch, nevermind, I do.

*sigh*

it was Billdip.

DO NOT COME AFTER ME, I DON’T SHIP IT ANYMORE. haven’t for years. I was 12. but I loved Bill Cipher (still do, he's my funny meow meow blorbo <3) and was very upset when the finale happened even though I knew that was how it had to be. but every time Billdip art came across my screen, I saw cool art where he: # 1. was still around and # 2. was more often than not a pretty human / humanoid (this was at the height of his sexymanification). hell, I didn't even give a shit about Dipper honestly, I just wanted more Bill content. and again, being literally 12, I didn’t really stop to think abt any moral implications. but yeah.

(also nowadays I hc Bill as ace sooo)

Last Song: 'She Had The World' by Panic! very nice to sing to, it's right in my range <3

Last Movie: does ‘My Little Pony: A Very Minty Christmas’ count? it’s a childhood film and practically tradition for me to watch it every year for christmas lol. although this year I’ve been replaying it for... research purposes. yeah. totally not for a lethally cursed fanfic, no sir.

if that doesn’t count, then ‘The Lego Movie’!

Currently Reading: nothing atm!! even as my 'to read' pile gets taller by the day, hhhh

Currently Watching: Minty Christmas, again, but definitely not so I can copy the dialogue verbatim to use as the base for a coked-up christmas crack fic

Currently Consuming: soup <3

Currently Craving: instant ramen, good god, especially if it’s spicy. they have cups for sale in vending machines around campus but they’re all beef and chicken flavour :C

I won't tag anyone else in this because nine people is a lot; far too many to bother with this wall of personal nonsense shdhdj but thanks anyway for tagging me scrawny, my beloved mutual!!! <3

#long post #ask game

[jinn-mori]

7 and 33 for the ask game??❤️❤️

Hell yeah, dude.

7 - Great Vacation by Dirt Poor Robins

As for any scenarios, I can see this being the sort of song you'd hear playing when a character meets their fate but goes down swinging. Either that or it's a character starting on a downward spiral.

For characters, this song gives me a lot of Gin vibes because in a way Gin did meet his fate but went down trying to murder Aizen. Also, for some reason it reminds me of both The Collector and Eda from The Owl House. Maybe because The Collector is the fate that the characters meet and that Eda was ready to let herself die during the Eda's Requiem scene because she felt that keeping herself and the curse alive would only hurt those around her. Also, Zeref gets snuck in here because he's technically both ends of the spectrum (another reason God!Zeref shouldn't have been a pretty magical boy).

To talk about my OCs again, this song is something I associate with Illios once he confronts the source of his trauma. It's basically a 'because you took everything away from me, you now have nothing to control me with' type of development.

And to talk about one of my fanfics, this song vibes just right with how Ichigo is eventually going to end up in A Hollow Crown. Not the dying bit, but the reason that this is a song that gives me Collector vibes. Also, this is a song that goes well with Acnologia in Demons x Dragonslayers on the rare occasions my boi gets serious.

33 - Lone Sojourner from Genshin Impact

Oh be still my beating heart! This is probably one of my favorite pieces of Genshin's non-combat OSTs. To get it out of the way, this is definitely a Diluc song given it plays at the Dawn Winery. This song also reminds me of Starrk (maybe cuz he and Diluc have similar vibes to me).

With my OCs, allow me to inject a short drabble~

Soleil took a long look over the place that was once his home. Unknowingly, his fingers traced the scar that marked an otherwise unremarkable face. It went from the corner of his lip to area connecting his ear and lower jaw, increasing in size as it went along. It was almost as if someone had unzipped his skin.

There was a large manor, the one he once thought of as home. But that place was no longer a home. It was there his sister's horrid excuse of a husband - Josef Verdemal - had snuck his way in like a parasite, draining and leeching his sister of her will bit by bit. And when Soleil found out... well, scars usually don't have happy stories to them. But Josef was dead, Soleil made sure of that.

"What're you up so late for, Sunshine?" Soleil turned to see Mars with a ghost of a grin on his face. The other was tall, about 7 feet, with messy purple-red hair similar to the grapes for wine and pallid gray skin like a corpse. The style of his hair, a wolf cut, combined with his hourglass figure gave him a sort of androgynous quality.

"Couldn't sleep. Just yesterday, I killed a man for the first time." Soleil looked up, soft brown eyes pleading with the other man for a solution to his present problem, though it was hard to find a shred of empathy in those vulpine pale green eyes, weighed down with eye bags of a blackish color.

"I'm not sure how I do it without feeling anything over it. I've heard people say they feel disgusted by it, some regretting it, and others just get consumed by whatever emotion drove them to kill in the first place." Mars sighed, resting his arms on the railing of the ship. He gave a small, tired grin to Soleil before slinging an arm over the other's shoulder, pulling Soleil close. Some of Soleil's hair had flown into Mars' face, the golden locks having the dhampir pull back as he tried to distance his mouth from Soleil's hair.

"YUCK! You really gotta cut that mane of yours, Soleil. But, it's good you feel something over killing that bastard. Feelings like those keep people in line and society running smoothly."

Soleil looked at his hair. It was getting rather long and the routine to style it how he liked ate away at morning time that could be spent on things much more productive.

As he ran his fingers through it, he couldn't help but think of his sister. Well, that battle had been won and now Soleil needed to move on. It would take a while, but he'd start with something small.

Like a haircut.

#ask game #did I ramble about my ocs? yes #did i make a drabble? also yes #fairy tail #bleach