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Tattoo Artists!Eddie x Reader (Fluff)

Getting your first tattoo should be a nervy experience, but having a cute tattoo artist to hold your hand through it, then surely things aren't all bad? (sorry I suck at summaries)

Also, let it be known that the authour doesn't have any tattoos, nor does she know anything about what it's like to get a tattoo.

*actually update, the author now does have a tattoo 😛*

Word count:1,680

Masterlist Eddie Munson Masterlist

You pushed yourself through the door of the tattoo parlour, and began to make your way towards the front counter where a boy with hazel brown eyes, a shaggy mess of brown hair and a sleeve of various different colourful tattoos greeted you.

"Hi there, I’m Steve and welcome to Hellfire Tattoo Parlour, what can I help you with today?" The boy smiles brightly.

"Um, well, I'd been considering getting a tattoo for a while, and I was wondering if maybe you have any available slots?" You ask, slightly nervously.

"Is this your first time getting a tattoo?" He nods, looking up at you

"Is it that obvious?" You chuckle.

The boy flips through his register book for a moment, before turning to look back up at you. 

"Well, first of all I would have to book you in for a consultation with one of our artists, you know, to talk about what you want and what not, and since it’s your first time getting a tattoo we’ll be able to talk you through what goes on.” he explains.

You nod, as you listen to what Steve has to tell you.

“We’ve got a space for a consultation in a week's time? How does 11:30 sound to you?”

“That sounds great, thank you!” you smile.

“Perfect! I’ll just schedule you in here.” Steve nods, turning to write down your name and contact details in his appointment book. “Let me also just say, that if you have any picture references, or pictures you want to bring in to help us get a feel for what sort of design you would like, then that would be helpful.” 

“Oh okay! Thanks!” 

“Alright then, that’s you all booked in for a consultation next week! We’ll see you then.” Steve tells you with a friendly smile

You thank him once more before leaving the tattoo parlour with a pep in your step, happy that you’d finally bit the bullet and made the first steps to actually getting the tattoo.

“Hey Harrington, who was that girl?” Eddie says as he casually strolls up to the front counter. “She was kinda cute, don’t ‘ya think?”

“That was a new client, she’s booked in for a consultation next week, with you no less, so if you could keep it in your pants until after everythings all sorted that would be great, Munson.” 

A heated flush crept up from Eddie’s chest and bloomed over his cheeks in a scarlet blush. Busted.

He swallowed down his embarrassment and promised Steve to be on his best behaviour next week. 

Sure enough your appointment rolled around and you found yourself sitting on the small couch with your artist, Eddie. He was tall, dark, and far too handsome for his own good. His hair is tied back in a loose, messy bun that rests at the nape of his neck, and his intricate gathering of smaller tattoos that make up one larger sleeve piece sprawl from underneath the sleeve of his Metallica t-shirt. However it’s not that draws you into him. It’s when you look past his septum pierced, freckled nose, that his big chocolate brown eyes draw you in. The way they sparkle with a honeyed glow under the studio lights of the tattoo parlour.

“So what sort of tattoo did you have in mind?”

“Well, you know Lord of The Rings?” you start cautiously. 

Eddie nodded, it was one of his favourite books, and when the films had come out, they too had become fast and firm favourites of his.

“I really wanted Arwen’s evenstar.” You explain. “And I was thinking of having it by here” you continue running your hand against the side of your ribs.

“So, Harrington was telling me that this is your first tattoo?”

You nod as he continues to speak.

“Well let me just tell you that the ribs can be a particularly sensitive place for a tattoo, I should know. I’ve got a sword right here" he says pointing to the right side of his torso "..And that hurt like a bitch." he chuckles. 

“Well I was kind of hoping to have in a discreet place, besides I’m a tough girl, I can handle a little pain.” you tell him confidently.

“Well it sounds like you know what you want, how about you give me some time to put together a design for you, and you can come back later on to see if you like it or if there’s anything we can tweak and then we can go from there?” he proposes.

“I like the sound of that!” 

“Great! If you swing back at around 2:00, then I should have a sketch for you to review.”

“Okay! Thank you so much!” you say standing up and offering your hand up for him to shake. “2:00 it is.”

He gladly takes your hand, giving it a friendly shake.

“I’ll see you then." And with that he bids you goodbye, and watches as you make your way out of the shop.

He waits until you're completely out of sight before huffing out a breath.

"She's so cute. I'm fucked." he sighs.

"Yes. Yes you are." Steve laughs, clapping a hand on Eddie's back. “Now shouldn’t you be getting back to work?”

Eddie is just putting the finishing touches on his sketches of your tattoo design when you come back into the shop.

He welcomes you to sit on the couch in the studio so he can show you his work.

"So here's the design I had sketched out, let me know what you think of it." 

"It's perfect!" You beam brightly. 

"Really? Because I did have a few other sketches done if you wanted to see?" He offers.

"No, no, this one's perfect! It's exactly as I had imagined in my head!" You tell him.

"Well, thank you, I'm kind of a Tolkien fan myself, and those films are very dear to me, so I should know what the Evenstar looks like."

Not only was he cute, but you had a shared interest, and that just made him all the cuter in your eyes.

"I've got no other clients for today, if you're up for it I could do it for you now?" 

You nod excitedly, eager to have your very first tattoo.

"Thank you! That sounds great!" You tell him with a smile.

"Awesome! I'll just get everything I need set up and I'll come get you in a bit, okay?"

Eddie has you lie down on the padded table in his tattoo studio, the leather of the dark cushions squeaking as you adjust yourself to be comfortable.

“Can you just roll your shirt up for me, please” he asks with a smile as he snaps on a pair of disposable gloves.

You roll up the hem of your shirt to expose your ribs on the side where you want your tattoo.

“..and your um-your bra too please..” he stutters out, fighting against the blush rising to his cheeks.

Way to keep it professional, Munson.

You pull the band of your bra out of the way, allowing him to lay down a tracing outline of his design on your skin.

“If you need to take a break anytime, just let me know alright, this is gonna suck for a short while, but it’ll look so good in the end I promise. You’re in very safe hands.”

The tattoo machine whirs into life, as he reaches for the gun and begins to trace the stencilled outline on your ribs.

It hurts. It feels like a thousand tiny knives stabbing you repeatedly, but you’d put on a brave front after being very bold about your high pain tolerance.

“You’re doing really well, y’know. If I’m being honest I cried like a wimp when I got my first tattoo” he jokes about himself as he catches you grimacing when his needle runs over a particularly sensitive spot.

You take a few shallow breaths as he continues with his work, pausing every once and a while to wipe your skin and to give you a small break.

He continues his work once more, adding the finishing touches to his design until it’s complete.

“Alright, that’s you all inked up! There’s a mirror over there for you to go check it out.” he tells you, peeling off his gloves. 

You get up off the table and make your way over to the full length mirror to see your new tattoo in all its glory.

“Oh I love it!! It’s so good!! You did such a good job on it! Thank you so much!!” you praise him brightly.

“Well thank you, it’s nice to know my art is appreciated so highly.” he smiles back at you. “Now let’s get you sorted out and wrapped up.”

Eddie wrapped up your tattoo in a thin layer of plastic wrap and talked you through the proper after-care etiquette for looking after your tattoo.

You hand him over the money to pay for your tattoo, with a smile.

“Thank you so much, again. If I ever decide I want another tattoo I’ll definitely be coming back here and asking for you.”

“Well it’s always good to see off another pleased customer, I’d be more than happy to tattoo you again if you want, tough girl.” he chuckles, throwing an adorably cheeky, boy-ish grin your way.

“How about I give you my number, and maybe we can discuss my next tattoo over drinks? Say.. maybe this Friday at 7.00?” you offer up hopefully, desperately wishing that you hadn’t read this wrong. “There’s a great bar in town that does a great Old fashioned.”

He flushes with a pink blush as you grab a sharpie from the pen pot on the desk and write your number on his other forearm that isn’t covered by a sleeve of ink.

“Sure. Friday. 7pm.” he nods “It’s a date, tough girl.”

You leave Hellfire tattoo parlour with some new ink, and a pep in your step at having secured a date with the cute tattoo artist.

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DCA Palooza Commentfest is Starting!

Hello to everyone here on tumblr and welcome officially to the DCA Palooza Commentfest! We're kicking things off by posting all the masterlists of the amazing fic submissions we recieved, and the links to all of them will be here on this post to make it easier to find everything you're looking for!

This event will run from today, November 20th to January 1st but the masterlists will all remain available and you're free to keep reading to your heart's content!

We'd love it if authours that submitted fics share them (preferably with an image ID) in the server or here! Posting on tumblr it would be lovely to @ this blog or use the #dca palooza commentfest tag for us to reblog!

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Masterlists:

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Valentine Low's book Courtiers, Part 2: Tiaragate

Interesting excerpts from the book, Part 2

Much has been said and speculated about in regard to the tiara worn by Meghan at her wedding to Harry. Here is what Valentine Low had to say about "Tiaragate" in his book, which was published before The Queen passed away:

"Being a royal would always mean dressing up -- and for the women, that meant jewellery. The Queen would sometimes lend pieces to existing and incoming members of the royal family. It was a gesture of welcome and support, but it could lead to problems."

"In the months before Harry's wedding to Meghan Markle in May 2018, Meghan was told that the Queen would lend her a tiara for the big day, just as she had done for Kate Middleton seven years earlier. An appointment was made in February for Meghan to look at a shortlist of appropriate tiaras at Buckingham Palace. Accompanied by Harry, and under the watchful eye of Angela Kelly, the Queen's dresser, who is also curator of the Queen's jewellery, Meghan opted for Queen Mary's Diamond Bandeau Tiara. So far, so good. Despite some confusing reports, there was no row about which tiara Meghan could have. She got her first choice. It was what happened afterwards that was the problem."

"Wearing a tiara is not a straightforward business. Hair and tiara have to be considered together, and Meghan needed to be sure her hairdresser had an opportunity to rehearse before the day itself. Unfortunately, on the day that her hairdresser, Serge Normant was in town, Angela Kelly --who has a very close relationship with Her Majesty and is an influential figure at Buckingham Palace -- was not available.

Serge Normant, Meghan's wedding hairdresser

"And if Angela Kelly was not available, neither was the tiara. In Harry's view, this was Kelly being obstructive, plain and simple. According to Finding Freedom, a decidedly pro-Harry and Meghan account of the couple's life together, Kelly had ignored repeated requests from Kensington Palace to set up a date for a hair trial. And Harry was furious. 'Nothing could convince Harry that some of the old guard at the Palace simply didn't like Meghan and would stop at nothing to make her life difficult,' wrote the book's authours, Omid Scobie and Carolyn Durand."

(I ... don't think this book quote means what the authors meant it to say. Maybe they meant to write that Harry felt the old guard at the Palace were out to block Meghan, and nothing would convince him otherwise? Tell me Finding Freedom wasn't edited well without telling me...)

"But there is another version: that it wasn't a snub, and that Harry and Meghan were naive at best, entitled at worst, to expect others to jump to their command when they hadn't even bothered to make an appointment. As a source told the Mail on Sunday:"

"'Meghan demanded access to the tiara. She didn't make an appointment with Angela, but said, "We're at Buckingham Palace, we want the tiara. Can we have it now please?" Angela essentially said, "I'm very sorry, but that's not how it works. There's protocol in place over these jewels. They're kept under very tight lock and key. You can't turn up and demand to have the tiara just because your hairdresser happens to be in town."'

"This did not go down well with Harry. He tried to get what Meghan wanted by ringing others to put pressure on Kelly to bend the rules, and in the course of his less-than-diplomatic efforts is said to have used some fairly fruity language. Whether Harry swore at his grandmother's aide, or about her, is not clear; either way, it is probably language that Kelly, the daughter of a Liverpool docks crane driver, has heard before. She is a forthright individual, who has not earned the nickname AK-47 for nothing. But she wasn't impressed. She reported all this to the Queen, who summoned Harry to a private meeting. 'He was firmly put in his place,' a source said. 'He had been downright rude.'

It was a very simple lesson: don't mess with AK-47."

From the book Courtiers by Valentine Low, pp 125-126.

Her Majesty The Queen Elizabeth II, American Vogue editor Anna Wintour and Angela Kelly, the Queen's dresser.

This is a great book, and I highly recommend reading it. It's chock full of interesting anecdotes. There is quite a bit more interesting info about Angela Kelly, who seems to have been somewhat sidelined since the Queen's passing. I do hope that Kelly did get the grace-and-favour home that the Queen had promised her for life, as she seemed to loyally protect the Queen at all times.

In regard to the tiara worn by Meghan at her wedding to Harry, some have speculated that it was a replica of Queen Mary's Diamond Bandeau, with moissanite gems instead of real diamonds - due to the way the light reflected on the stones. Would be interested if anyone has further thoughts or expertise on that theory, if you'd like to share.

I'll share more in subsequent posts about Angela Kelly, and of course, about the courtiers' version of events surrounding Harry and Meghan.

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My top reads of 2023

I honestly have reached a point where I read books from the same authours, either to get through their back lists, or keep up with their new releases. I still try out someone new, but it doesn’t happen as much as it used to. That was a factor when I went to figure out my top reads of 2023, there were several books by the same authours that I loved, so I decided I had to pick my favourite

There is quite a selection here: fantasy, MM, DD/lg, womens lit, fake dating, hockey, alien angels, and former service men. They deal with prejudice, abuse, addiction, homophobia, disabilities, and PTSD. Not all were new releases, some had been on my TBR, and made it out this year. They were the stories that stuck with me, brought me into their world and took me along with them, the ones that made me remember and think about the characters long after the I finished. It wasn’t easy wheedling this list down, I started with over 20, but I ended up with these eight because I was immediately drawn back to them time and time again. So, in no particular order, my top reads of 2023

The Rising by Kristen Ashley. I am crying just thinking about this book as I write this. This is a fantasy read, a four book story arc that ends with The Rising, the name of the series. It follows 4 couples, destined to be together, to save the world. It has a rich and full cast of characters, and even more, side characters that are just as important as our couples. I listened to it on audible, and each character has their own narrator, with one narrator for the common story threads. Alternating POV’s, flawed and broken, proud and strong, this whole cast will take you through a myriad of emotions and situations. The audiobooks are only on audible, but the ebooks are available everywhere and in Kobo Plus

The Tragedy of Felix and Jake by J Daniels. Don’t let the title turn you away, this is a heart wrenching story of two addicts, trying to keep their lives together, while falling for each other. It was smart, it was sexy, and it ran the gamut of emotions more than once. It didn’t shy away from the struggles and pain, and the joy and the fun, that life alternately gives to you, and depending on where you are, how it affects you. Ebook available in KU

Act Your Age by Eve Dangerfield. Kicking myself on this one, because I had it on my TBR forever, and when I finally dove in, I completely understood what all the fuss was about that I heard for years! This is a workplace romance. This is a journey of self-acceptance for both our hero and heroine, and the DD/lg dynamic they crave. Add in their age gap, family drama, and possible conditioning elements, and there was a lot for them to unpack, know themselves, and accept their desires. I listened to this with Kobo Plus (with Australian actors narrating), and both the ebook and audio books are available everywhere and in Kobo Plus

The Sunshine Girls by Molly Fader. When Molly writes a story, I know she is taking me on a journey. This book covers the friendship between two women, who take very different paths in life, yet, stay connected throughout it all. It consumed me, my thoughts, my feelings, and all my moments while I was listening to it, and, long after I finished. Not only do we get our two friends, we get the daughters of one of them, as they try to figure out the connection and why they didn’t know about the friendship. Available everywhere in ebook and audio

Three to Get Ready by Skye Warren. This is the third book in a trilogy, and what made it stand out for me was that everything wasn’t wrapped up in a neat “life is wonderful” bow when it ended. There is an HEA, there are two people deeply in love and living life, it is just life has some adjustments and situations as a chronic disease is part of the package. Over the course of the three books, which starts with fake dating, we learn more about the strengths and weaknesses of our characters, as the maneuver in uncharted waters. Audiobook available at audible and ebook in KU

I’m Your Guy by Sarina Bowen. The irony of this book, featuring a gay hockey player, is it came out during the real-life ban of pride tape in the NHL. This book highlighted the homophobia the LGBTQ2+ players would be presented with, and the scariness, of being able to be who you are, in those conditions. Our main character has hidden who he is all his life, conditioned by his family and society, to not rock the boat. It doesn’t mean he wasn’t abused, ridiculed, or mocked, he just learned to accept it. His outside persona doesn’t match his inner turmoil, which skewers peoples perceptions. When he can’t hold back his feelings or actions, he becomes even more conflicted. Loved how it worked through it all, without fanfare or comment, just deciding to live his life. Audiobook available at audible, ebook available everywhere and in Kobo Plus

Elija by Eve Langlais. I love how Eve can take preconceived notions of religion and turn it on its’ head! Her space angels series, Elyon’s Warriors, is a serious take on that, with devoted angels to heavens cause, with a twist. Elija was the one book that I loved a little bit more than the rest, though they all were on my top list. For a bit of a paranormal/alien/angel story, with all of our angels finding love with a human woman, you need to check this series out! Ebooks and audiobooks available everywhere. Ebooks in Kobo Plus and audiobook available in Everand

Deserving Henley by Susan Stoker. The series, The Refuge, is all about having a safe place for people suffering from PTSD to go and be themselves. Deserving Henley takes one of the owners who is the most reclusive, and letting him be himself. That was what made the book for me, he didn’t need to change, he just needed to have a life that worked for him. Audiobook available at audible and ebook available everywhere and in Kobo Plus

#Top reads of 2023 #Kristen Ashley #The Rising #J Daniels #The Tragedy of Felix and Jake #Eve Dangerfield #Act Your Age #The Sunshine Girls #Molly Fader #Three to Get Ready #Skye Warren #I'm Your Guy #Sarina Bowen #Eve Langlais #Elija #Susan Stoker #Deserving Henley

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Hello! Hooe your having a nice day! So please hear me out! Can i request for Mikey, draken, mitsuya,nahoya, ran,rindou,hanma,and baji with a sweet s/o but have a brutal threat to someone with sweet smile and said " were enjoying our day... Can you please kindly fuck off before i lose my cool and chop your dick/rip your ovary? " when someone interrupt them in date by flirting with either of you

Gotta get some jealous vibes on this blog one way! I love this idea! I hope you don't mind that I edited the line a little for each scenario so I don't end up writing the exact same dialogue over and over again

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy it!!

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Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, Nahoya, Ran, Rindo, Hanma, Baji on a date that gets interrupted

TW: mentions of threats, language, jealousy, cringe-y insults that authour has made up based around the prompt :)

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Mikey

It had all started off as a normal date between the two of you. Mikey had insisted that you both visit this new dessert cafe that had opened up not that long ago in Shibuya. He had been saving it as a date idea and resisted the urge to demand Draken to take him. It was torture for the sweet-tooth but it would be worth it when you both could experience it together.

You were as equally as excited as your boyfriend. It had been months since you were both able to just go on a date alone. After all, every other time someone who always show up and it would quickly devolve into a hang out session. Today though, Mikey had made sure to express how this time was just between you and anyone who dared interrupt will be dealt with. Sounds threatening but it mainly meant they would have to make it up to the two of you by buying bag loads of desserts for a week. Childish but effective.

It wasn't long until you were both seated at a table, one that was directly by the window. You couldn't believe how perfect this place was! The tables held a menu that was shaped as a crepe and even the napkins that were available had desserts printed along the surface. It was just so cute!

Nothing could do anything to ruin this date for you. You both ordered your favourite desserts (Mikey had to order something other than dorayaki and so simply ordered ice cream) and were now just waiting for the order to be brought over. All was well in the cafe.

That was until a girl around your age had approached the table. At first, you thought she might know Mikey or was maybe one of Emma's friends who simply wanted to say hi. However, that was quickly thrown out when she began to flirt with your boyfriend, twirling a strand of light brown hair around her finger. You simply watched, anger bubbling dangerously in your chest and you had to keep yourself from beating her ass. She must know you were there, after all, you were right beside her.

"Can you please stop flirting with my boyfriend?" You forced a dangerously sweet smile on your face. "We are enjoying our date. So please kindly fuck off before I rip your ovaries from your body," your tone didn't match your words. Every word was dripping in honey yet your eyes screamed 'murder'.

Mikey couldn't hold back his grin from how you threatened the girl. He knew you could be intimidating but this threat was something that amused him immensely. Rip her ovaries out? Over simply trying to flirt with him? Well, he sure couldn't get any more smug. You loved him that much, huh?

"Wow Y/N, never knew you could be so intimidating," the blond joked, amusement glinting in his dark irises. You simply blushed, feeling a little embarrassed but mainly proud of yourself.

The two of you continued on with your date as the waiter brought your desserts to the table. You couldn't have asked for a better day with your Mikey.

Draken

Draken had suggested that you both go to the beach for the day since the weather was so warm. You had packed a picnic for the two of you, wearing cute swimwear underneath a f/c t-shirt and shorts. Slipping on a pair of sandals, Ken had arrived not too long after and you were both off on your way to your destination.

You had both found the perfect spot and set up the towels. Draken simply threw his shirt off as he was already wearing his swim shorts, while you began to strip yourself of the outerwear. Your boyfriend couldn't stop staring once he realised how good you looked in the swimwear.

However, he wasn't the only one to notice and in fact, a group of boys had taken notice and were ogling at your now exposed figure. Draken nor yourself noticed and continued to enjoy your time together. After all, this was quite rare nowadays since Mikey would take up a lot of the blond's time. You didn't mind, it just made days like this extra special and much more enjoyable.

Ken had offered to grab the two of you drinks from the beach stall not too far from where you were situated. You were appreciative for the offer and asked your boyfriend to grab you your favourite cold beverage. He agreed before placing a soft kiss to your forehead, standing up to complete the errand.

It hadn't even been two minutes since the tall blond had left your side before one of the boys had approached you. If it wasn't for the cocky attitude that practically oozed out of him, you would have waved him off with a smile and an apology. In fact, you had tried. He just seemed to be incapable of taking no as an answer or accepting that you were with Draken and that's who you were going to remain with.

Speaking of Draken, he was beginning his way back to where you were, cold beverages in his hands. Everything seemed fine until he noticed the boy trying his hardest to flirt with his partner. No. He wasn't going to have that. And so your boyfriend began his march over to the towel, ready to smash his fists into this idiot's face once he had handed you your drink. However, as he got close enough, his anger and jealousy dissolved into pure amusement.

"Right, this obviously isn't getting through your stupidly thick skull," a heavy sigh indicated how annoyed you had become. "I am enjoying my date with my boyfriend and I really don't need you ruining it. Now, kindly fuck off back to wherever you crawled out from before I chop your dick off and ram it down your throat!" The smile that accompanied your words was too sweet for the threat. It was as if two personalities were clashing together in this one moment.

The boy, now scared for his own safety, was quick to scurry back to his friends. Draken watched before taking his rightful place at your side once again. Cold beverage now handed to you, he opened his own before taking a large mouthful. It cooled him down instantly and a breath of relief was released.

"So... About you threatening that boy..." Draken couldn't stop the smirk that tugged at his lips as your face instantly burned a bright pink. He was going to enjoy teasing you about this.

Mitsuya

The two of you were hanging out at the park with Luna and Mana. Takashi had invited you with him since the girls were asking about playing with you again. Ever since you both started dating, you had grown close to the two small girls, almost acting like an older sibling in some ways.

Luna and Mana were playing on the play equipment while you and Takashi were relaxing on a nearby bench, keeping an eye on the two young children. An arm around your shoulder as the two of you conversed about your weeks. You had a simple week so far; school and homework, while Mitsuya spoke about his Home Ec Club and the basics of his Toman life.

The date couldn't have been going any better, in your opinion. You were spending much needed time to unwind and be around the sweetest boy you knew. There was very little that could ruin this date, right? Well, Takashi had left the bench to make sure his sisters were entertained and safe. You had told the boy that you would watch over his jacket and bag, a soft smile directed in his direction before he went onto the playground.

Moments later and Takashi looked over towards where he had left you with his belongings. He was expecting to see you maybe scrolling through your phone or even looking over to watch the siblings. However, the sight that greeted him caused his blood to boil slightly and his jaw to clench. Some random boy had decided to begin flirting with you and it looked like you were quickly getting fed up with the advances. Telling Luna and Mana that he was going to check on you, he began to make his way back to you.

"C'mon beautiful! Just give me a chance!" Even his voice was starting to grate on Mitsuya's nerves. If he carried on, Takashi would not hesitate to teach him a lesson, even if it went against his more peaceful ways.

"Listen. For one, I don't know you nor do I wish to get to know you. Another thing, I have a boyfriend and we are currently on a date so he should be back soon. Finally, please fuck off before I rip off your nuts and use them to feed the damn squirrels!" You smiled softly at the boy, your eyes glinting with actual intent on carrying through with the threat. That was enough to scare the boy and for Mitsuya to chuckle to himself.

He understood how vicious you could get when you used your words. It was what had first got him to notice you after all. Internally, he was still seething at how the boy had tried to take what was his, but outwardly, the lilac-haired male gave you a soft smile and sat back down next to you.

Nahoya

Of course the two of you would be hanging out at the arcade. After all, you were both competitive and would settle disagreements with games. The current disagreement had came to be settled with a game of House of the Dead, a zombie shooting game. You would both take a turn and then whoever had gotten the furthest into the game would win this argument. Sure it was costing you more than if you were playing casually but this was your pride on the line here.

Currently, you were winning and Nahoya was refusing to back down. It got to the point where Smiley had dragged you away from the House of the Dead machine and decided this disagreement would be decided through the basketball hoop games. After all, he was much better at this than the shooting games. You just agreed, now enjoying the time you both were spending together as well as how desperate your boyfriend was becoming.

This had quickly evolved into a date, no matter how much Nahoya was insisting it was to settle the disagreement. In fact, he was enjoying himself and kept dragging you from one game to another. At this point, neither of you could remember the initial disagreement that started your trip to the arcade.

Collecting armfuls of tickets, your boyfriend had suggested you both head over to the prize counter to cash them in for a prize that you both could enjoy. And so you made your way to the counter where a girl a little older than you was stationed, looking bored out of her mind. That was until she had caught sight of Smiley. In an instant, she had gone from bored to cheerful and more than happy to help.

Nahoya had allowed you to choose the prize since, although he hated to admit it, the majority of the tickets were yours. However, your answer on what prize you wanted had fallen on deaf ears. In fact, this girl seemed too busy ogling at your boyfriend and trying to appear as appealing as she could. Not that Nahoya noticed.

You tried one more time only to be met with the same result. Part of you wanted to beat this girl's face yet the other part found yourself proud that you had been the one to get someone as desirable as Smiley. However, this was quickly dissolving into jealous anger as she reached across and 'accidentally' brushed against Nahoya's hand as she took the tickets he held. "Oops, sorry~!" Her voice was getting on your nerves along with those flirtatious giggles and glances.

"If you wish to keep your arms and ovaries where they belong, I recommend you stop flirting with my boyfriend and get the damn prize I have asked for twice. Please and thank you!"

Smiley was surprised at your actions. You never usually get so jealous. He noticed how you smiled at the girl, almost gritting your teeth behind the barrier of your closed lips. Nahoya couldn't help but find it so cute and savoured the moment. He was definitely going to be bragging to the boys later on about how badass you seemed right then.

The girl clicked her tongue before going off to collect what you had asked for. She must have been salty over the fact she couldn't continue to flaunt off her assets to Nahoya. What she didn't know though was that she was simply saving herself from your wrath. After all, you were not past dragging her outside to defend what was rightfully yours if she kept testing her luck.

"Remind me to never get on your bad side, babe!" Smiley joked, his usual grin growing. You simply rolled your eyes while agreeing with the peach-haired Kawata.

It wasn't long until you had your prize choice in your possession and the two of you continued what had quickly become a date. That meant a bike ride around Shibuya, heading to the local ramen shop that Smiley loved, and then back to either his or your house to watch a movie.

Ran

You would follow your boyfriend anywhere when you could spare the time. Currently, you were clinging to the taller Haitani's arm while Rindo was talking to his elder brother about some gang business. Although you were always around, you never did get involved in their conversation. After all, Ran had told you were too innocent and sweet to get involved in such a violent life. He did everything he could to protect you from his lifestyle.

Due to how intimidating Ran could look and act, you really didn't have to worry about girls trying to flirt with him, and guys knew who he was so there was no way they would risk it. And so you had no reason to be jealous. Ran however, he was constantly on edge in case someone decided to try and steal you away from him. But then he would remember that no-one would dare mess with the Haitani brothers and everything would be fine again.

"Babe? I just need to nip into the convenience store real quick." You pointed over to where the closest one was situated, remembering how you needed some odd bits of things. Your boyfriend simply nodded in acknowledgement, placed a quick peck on the top of your head before continuing his conversation with Rindo. Smiling over the affection, you quickly made your way to your destination. The quicker you got there, the sooner you could be back with Ran after all.

It was a pretty normal trip for you. You had collected all the items you needed, paid for them and started your way back to where your boyfriend and his brother were probably still waiting. Maybe they had finished the gang discussions and you could join in with whatever the next topic was! You sure hoped so since it was starting to get you down not being able to contribute to the conversation. It was as you stepped back onto the street that a boy had stopped you, a nervous yet confident look in his eyes.

Ran would occasionally shift his gaze from his younger brother towards the store you had entered. It was his way of making sure you were safe. After all, there were a lot of people in Roppongi that disliked the Haitani brothers due to their position. Anyone could decide to take out their grudge against him on you and he would not be having that.

It was one of the times when he glanced up that he had noticed the boy talking to you. Your facial expression was telling him that you were quickly losing patience and that something must be happening. Ran interrupted Rindo mid-sentence before trying to casually make his way over. After all, it could be nothing and he wasn't the one to jump to conclusions about a situation. However, he had a hard time keeping his anger in check once he heard the boy's flirting. It was just too bad the rod was left at home.

"You're either deaf or really stupid. I have said that I need to get back to my boyfriend. Now please, fuck off before I chop your dick off and turn your balls into fuckin' earrings," your expression was really sweet when you had uttered the threat. Your lips were curled into a soft smile while your eyes had shut to hide the murderous aura that would surely be seen within them. Maybe Ran was rubbing off on you too much. After all, you used to be such a sweet person who was unable to say boo to a goose. Now you were making threats that even had your boyfriend nervous.

The boy was quick to follow your advice, walking as fast as he could away from the area. You let out a deep sigh before moving your gaze to where Ran and Rindo would be situated. Instead, you were surprised to find the taller Haitani frozen in place not far from you.

"Hey baby! I got my things!" The hand carrying the bag lifted to display the items. Ran snapped out of this daze before giving you a soft smile. He would have to tell Rindo to not piss you off.

Rindo

Nobody would believe you but Rindo loved taking you to cafes that he would come across when he and his brother wandered the streets of Roppongi. It was more to make you happy but he really enjoyed these outings. He could spoil you with your favourite drink and dessert while it was a quiet space for you both to talk about your days. It was one of the only places where Rindo could get away from all the gang business. Here he was just Rindo Haitani, your boyfriend.

You both arrived at one of your favourite cafes, ready to start the first half of your date. Rindo had planned the day so you were unsure on what would occur but that just made it more exciting! Taking your usual table at the back, Rindo couldn't help but chuckle as he watched you scan the menu. He knew you would pick the same thing every time you visited and yet it was almost a ritual you had developed. Sit at the table, scan the menu, decide to have the same thing. He found this adorable and enjoyed the predictability of the situation. Made him feel like a normal middle-schooler for once.

It wasn't long until the waitress had come over to take your orders. You noticed how she must have been new since you had never seen her working here before. At least she wouldn't judge that you ordered the same thing, you thought. The exchange was starting well, she had taken your order with very little hassle which you appreciated. However, it turned sour when she turned her attention to your boyfriend. It was as if a switch was flicked within the waitress as she began to get a little too comfortable around the blond.

Small arm touches when pointing at something on the menu, leaning over so her cleavage was more pronounced, the flirty heart eyes and giggles. All of it was beginning to irk you. Surely she could discern for herself that this was a date. You really couldn't believe the nerve the girl had in doing what she was doing while you sat across from the scene. Thankfully, she had finally taken the order and went to grab the drinks and desserts.

"You OK babe?" Rindo noticed how your usual smile was tense and more forced in its appearance. It was concerning him since you were fine a moment ago. This poor boy didn't realise how much the waitress was flirting, if he even registered that there was flirting. It's not his fault really. He just hardly gets attention when they could simply flirt with his brother.

You didn't answer, just relaxed a little bit. You couldn't get mad at the blond in front of you. After all, he was clueless when it came to girls liking him. Really, you should have kept that in mind considering how long it took for you both to get together due to his obliviousness to that. Slowly your usual smile was reappearing and Rindo felt like he could relax again himself. That was until the waitress came back over.

"Here's your order, handsome! And a little something extra~!" The girl winked as she placed your boyfriend's drink and dessert in front of him. You had caught sight of a slip of paper and what appeared to be a lipstick kiss staining the surface. Oh hell no. This was not on. It was hurting your face by trying to maintain the sweet expression.

"Excuse me but can you not flirt with my boyfriend while I am sat right here?" Keep up the smile Y/N. "After all, we are on a date and before you decided to act like a desperate hooker, we were actually enjoying ourselves. So now that we have our order, can you please fuck off before I decide to rearrange your face and make it so you can't have children?"

Rindo's eyes were as wide as the plates that held the desserts. He didn't really know what to think at that moment. What had happened to his sweet Y/N? Where did you learn to threaten someone? What he wasn't realising was that he was rubbing off on you after all this time you spent together.

The waitress simply glared at you before storming off back to the counter. She must have seen just how serious you were being even though your face had remained as sweet as sugar throughout it. You were proud of yourself and turned your attention from the girl towards your dessert and drink. In excitement, you grabbed at the spoon and scooped some of the sweet dessert into your mouth like a small child would with ice cream. A happy hum left your body as you enjoyed your treat.

"You're scary, you know that right babe?"

"I'm just protecting what's mine, Rin."

Hanma

Hanma enjoyed having you around him most of the time. He loved how you made his days more fun, especially when it came to how jealous you would get. In fact, he thought it was probably one of the most amusing sights he had been blessed with. You were so sweet usually that it was a huge surprise to others when you got jealous.

That day, the lanky male had decided to take you to the amusement park, thinking it was the best way to spend his time away from Kisaki. It was also a good way to get you to cling to him as you were always nervous when it came to certain rides like the Ferris Wheel. You could handle rollercoasters and other rides, but once you were sat on the rickety bench of the Ferris Wheel, you would have to cling onto your boyfriend's arm in fear of falling out.

Just like most of the others, it was rare for you to get some alone time with Shuji anymore. After all, if he wasn't busy with Kisaki, he was busy with something else. But you knew he would show up at your bedroom window most nights to just say hi and get a kiss before he left again. It wasn't an ideal relationship but it worked for you two.

So when Hanma had text you about the date, you were quick to get yourself ready. You made sure that your outfit was super cute and dolled yourself up a little. Hanma would no doubt tease you about how much effort you put in for him but you knew he secretly loved it. You were his girl after all and he was a lucky man to have you on his arm.

The journey from your house to the amusement park was a pretty uneventful one. Hanma had picked you up on his bike but had decided he would follow the rules of the road. As unpredictable as ever. He parked up his bike and you both went to buy your tickets to start the date properly.

The day was spent like any other amusement park date people went on. You rode the rollercoasters and ate your fair share of snacks that you knew weren't good for you. Everything was perfect. Well, if you excluded having to hold Hanma back from beating up a boy that had tried flirting with you. That took some doing since an angry Hanma is a strong Hanma.

It was as the sun was starting to set that the incident occurred. A girl with long blond hair had decided that she would try her luck in getting THE Shuji Hanma. All while you were standing there, cuddling into his arm. At first, you tried being polite by making your presence known. If she knew he was already taken then she should lose interest and move on with her day. What wishful thinking, eh? Instead, it seemed to spur her on more, even commenting on how Shuji deserved a 'real woman' not a 'child'. That was the last straw.

"I don't know whether you are blind, stupid or have a fuckin death wish at this point." You let go of Hanma's arm and stepped towards the annoyance. "But as you could clearly see, Hanma is taken. Now, unless you want me to put you six feet under, I suggest you fuck off and leave my boyfriend alone."

Maybe it was the sweet smile that accompanied the threat but the girl was scared. You were obviously crazy, she thought as she rushed back over to her group of friends. She was probably lucky to only get off with the verbal threat. If she hadn't have left, you would have caused a lot of injuries to her. After all, you had to be strong enough to do that when Hanma was your boyfriend.

Speaking of Hanma, he had watched the whole exchange with an amused smirk on his face. This threat was tame compared to the others he had heard leave your mouth before. However, he was disappointed that the other girl ran off. He was hoping to see you make that threat a reality until he would have to stop you. However, he still got to see that cute angry pout that would always show up when you had calmed down.

"If only she had stuck around. Could have had some fun."

"Shut up beanpole."

Baji

Baji was the one who would mainly get jealous. After all, you were gorgeous and he felt he didn't deserve you. So when anyone paid a little too much attention to you than what he felt comfortable with, he would get annoyed and have to stop himself from getting violent.

You both had decided to hang out just the two of you for once. Chifuyu was busy working at the pet store after all so you could count that day as a date. Baji had his arm wrapped around your shoulders as you wandered the streets of Shibuya, entering stores that caught your attention.

The date was going well. Considering you both would usually have Chifuyu, and more recently Takemichi, joining you, it was nice to just have some time to be a couple without worrying about making the younger blonds feel like third and fourth wheels. That meant you couldn't really enjoy innocent physical contact like this without feeling guilty. So this was rare and you were enjoying it a lot.

"Hey sweetie, you want to go get some Peyoung Yakisoba?" Baji asked, starting to direct you towards the usual spot you would get the delicious dish. You weren't sure why he asked considering he knew the answer would be yes. So with a giggle, you snuggled into the boy's side with a grin.

Baji felt his heart skip about 10 beats at the sight. You were honestly too cute for him and moments like this proved it.

The walk was only a few minutes but you remained glued to the boy's side the entire way. It was your favourite spot to be. Baji had offered to go and order the noodles while you wait outside, something that you reluctantly agreed to. You only agreed since the noodle shop was so small that you couldn't realistically stick by your boyfriend. And so you sat on the bench not too far from the door.

Baji wanted to be quick, not entirely comfortable with you sitting alone. Usually Chifuyu would keep you company and that kept the boy calm but since he wasn't here, you were forced to be alone. And that didn't sit right with the 1st Division Captain.

You kept yourself entertained by scrolling through your phone but that was short-lived as a boy a little older than you turned up. Placing a smile on your face, you decided to hear out what the boy might want. After all, it could be as innocent of a request as asking for directions. However, you were a bit too naive in that regard.

Your boyfriend exited the building, the noodles in hand, when he saw the boy flirting with you. Anger bubbled almost instantly within his chest and he was about to march over and pummel this idiot into the ground. It was only what you said next that had him stop in his war path.

"As I have said about 14 times now, I have a loving boyfriend and if you think I'm going to leaving him for a limp dick like you, you're delusional. Now, fuck off before I chop your shrimp dick off and offer it to the restaurant to use in one of their dishes. Although there wouldn't be enough to use in even a kiddie's portion." You delivered the threat with your usual smile yet Baji could see that your eyes were sending daggers the boy's way.

Baji couldn't be more proud of you for how you threatened that idiot. It amused him so much that he couldn't prevent the laughter that erupted from him. The boy who had previously seemed filled with confidence, was now running off in fear that you would follow through with the threat. You just glanced over at your amazing boyfriend with a grin on your features.

"C'mon babe, we're heading home. I'm so proud of how you handled that though." Baji calmed his laughter before placing a kiss to your forehead. Arm wrapped around you, the two of you headed towards the apartment building Baji lived in.

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Man after reading Totsukuni no Shoujo I just need to share this so more people can read it!

Totsukuni no Shoujo: The Girl from the Other Side

by: Nagabe

Heres a brief summary taken from the Goodreads:

"Once upon a time...

In a land far away, there were two kingdoms: the Outside, where twisted beasts roamed that could curse with a touch, and the Inside, where humans lived in safety and peace. The girl and the beast should never have met, but when they do, a quiet fairy tale begins.

This is a story of two people—one human, one inhuman—who linger in the hazy twilight that separates night from day"

Heres some links below to read the manga on 🌟digitally 🌟

This site for the first 41 chapters :( Totsukuni no Shoujo: Chapters 1-41)

This site sit for 41-45 (last currently available chapters of the manga) : Totsukuni no Shoujo: Chapters 41-45

The first website is pretty good and runs smoothly while reading ♡

The second website, well... has some pop-up ads of varying subjects (some more innocent, others more *ahem* adult) . Just be careful not to click on these ads and the last 4 chapters will be easy to read ^^

So far there is only Vol. 1-9

There is a Vol.10 that continues the story, however there isn't a digital copy/translation available at the moment; It's only available in book form.

🐞My Review🐞

《 spoilers ahead 》

The story was simply, to put it in words: lovely. From the father-daughter like bond between Shiva & Teacher, to Najabe (the authour) building a etheral atmosphere with such beautifully illustrated pages left me speechless.

The manga is drawn and inked in such a way you would think your reading a fairy tale from a children's book. Here's two Examples:

Nagabe's Inked illustrations:

His more colorful ones:

There's a lot of those in my gallery (/°3°)/

but a times more dark & grim...

🔖Now on to some parts of the story🔖

1).The storys explains how the Kingdom is divided between Insiders (humans) and outsiders (cursed humans and animals). The outsiders harbor a curse that anyone that is touched by them becomes a beast themselves. As a result, the Teacher must do his best not to touch Shiva so she wont be cursed like him.

2).Plot is very unique, for Shiva & Teacher not being allowed to touch one another due to the curse yet still manage to coexist is a new take on the soft monster trope.

3). The story keeps the reader on their toes for what will happen next; if Shiva will not subcome to the curse ; and the teacher can keep her safe as best as he can. The twist and turns of the teacher protecting her from other cursed beasts to stopping soldiers from taking Shiva to the king always hangs over the Reader's head.

4). Shiva orginally waits for her Grandma to return and she tells of the nice moments she spent with her to her Teacher.

💕Shiva & Teacher bonding💕

Teacher's soft, gentlemanly,self-doubtful, and at time overprotectivness contrasting Shiva's more energetic,playful, and brave personality nicely play off of one another in the story. The way they interact is in a more familiar fashion: as though being father & daughter. These moments when they're together exploring abandon villages for resources or throwing adorable tea parties for Shiva gave me a sense of hope that everything will be okay for these two; inspite of their underlying efforts to avoid the curse that plagues their land.

《I personally want to give this soft monster-dad a hug everytime he doubted he was a good enough caretaker for Shiva. I also wanted to pat Shiva on her head since she's so adorable ♡♡♡》

🌻In conclusion🌻

Overall, I recommend reading this if you're a fan of a dark fantasy. This is an easy read as it only took me 2 days to read. Be ready for heart warming and heart wrenching moments alike.

💐Bonus Content💐

Here's a piano composition on YouTube made based on Totsukuni no Shoujo: Fan Piano Composition for Totsukuni no Shoujo

Trailer for a possible Anime adaptation in the future : Trailer

A sneek peek for an anime adaptation of the manga: Sneak Peek

A well drawn speedpaint of Shiva & Teacher: Speedpaint of Shiva & Teacher

Two of my favorite fan AMV' from YouTube:

AMV.1 & AMV.2

Nagabe's Twitter to support his other works: Twitter

AO3 fic I found (tw:angst and hurt ): Fanfic

☁️Fin☁️

I hope you enjoy reading this manga as much as I did ♡

《Likes & Reblogs are much appreciated 》

#totsukuni no shoujo #the girl from the other side #manga #my thoughts #review #manga recommendation #nagabe

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FIC: Breakfast fit for a Queen

Part of the Strange Case of Dr Stark and Mr Snow series (more coming soon!)

for @jonsadungeonsanddrabbles KinkWeek 2020. Cheers!

Day 1: Praise kink/Dirty talk

AO3 tags: Jekyll & Hyde; Victorian era; Jon was adopted by Benjen; married Jonsa; though Sansa got more than she bargained for; but she’s up for the challenge

Authour’s Notes:

This was originally supposed to be from Sansa’s pov; Jon’s dirty talk was going to be nothing more than the ‘thoroughly’ and ‘comprehensively’ remarks, with flashbacks on Sansa’s part doing the rest. Then Jon decided it was his turn instead.

This might not fit the general definition of ‘dirty talk’ – but dirty talk depends on what you make of it. And the reaction it sparks.

Victorian slang note: ‘gas-pipes’ were especially tight pants; the Victorian equivalent of skinny jeans.

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“I must admit, Sansa, I had some misgivings about moving the breakfast table to the conservatory, but you were absolutely right.  Breakfast is much more cheerful in the sunshine.”

Dr Jon Stark tilted his head to the side and regarded the lovely sight of his wife in the morning. Jon had long taken his sartorial cues from her, which meant he had not bothered to don tie or coat before sitting down to breakfast. Sansa was a quiet but fervent follower of the rational dress movement, which meant that among other things she refused to wear a tight-laced corset, or indeed any corset at all until necessary. Which meant that she was breakfasting wearing her dressing gown, chemise, stockings, and house slippers. Her hair had already been dressed for the day, piled delicately on top of her head, and the aquamarine drop earrings that had been his wedding gift to her twinkled in the sunlight.

“Jon, is there any more ham available? I’m positively famished this morning.”

“Of course, darling,” Jon replied, handing her the platter.  

By the merry wink Sansa sent him, Jon had a good idea of how she’d worked up that appetite.  He had gone to sleep early, but had found it a chore to drag himself out of bed this morning; it was only after two cups of coffee that he’d felt like a proper human being.  In the back of his mind, The Beast was purring quietly with a highly self-satisfied air.

Jon wondered just how many hours The Beast had spent pounding away between his wife’s thighs last night.

Taking another sip of coffee, Jon remonstrated with himself.  Sansa was right; he needed to stop seeing The Beast as a separate entity - it was a part of him.  The potion he’d invented to divide man into good and evil did no such thing, at least not for him.  He trusted Sansa’s observations on this matter.  Yes, The Beast had highly increased physical strength and agility, and abnormally sharp senses, but not to supernatural levels. In its current form the potion simply brought out the full potential of a human’s abilities. If Jon had spent his childhood and youth exercising with weights and training in acrobatics, he could perform all the same feats The Beast could. As for The Beast’s immense appetite for fornication, that was simply a reaction to the cloistered life Jon had led before his marriage.  All his passions had been reserved for science and his studies.

Naturally, he’d studied the details of reproduction, but never felt the need for personal experience. When he’d offered his hand in marriage to get Sansa out of a very nasty situation, Jon had known it was his duty to ensure his wife enjoyed the marriage bed.  He’d been completely unprepared for how much he enjoyed it himself.  He’d nearly caused three nasty and potentially lethal accidents in his laboratory in as many days, because he was thinking about coupling with Sansa instead of concentrating on his equipment. That was what had driven him to perfect the vague idea he’d had for the Original Sin potion – green as the Apple of Knowledge. If he could separate the rational, clear-thinking part of himself from the instinctive part driven by his appetites and impulses, he could make sure that in the laboratory he thought only of science, leaving his lustful desires restricted only to the bedchamber at night.

But Mr Snow, as The Beast had identified himself, proved able to dominate Jon’s consciousness without use of the potion whenever certain triggers were activated, like trip-wires in a battlefield of the psyche. Most of them concerned Sansa.  A threat to Sansa or Jon’s own wellbeing triggered immediate violence. His wife looking particularly appealing – which happened on a near-daily basis – triggered the immediate urge to lift his wife’s skirts and mate with her until she and Snow were both thoroughly satisfied.

Sansa forked another two slices of fried ham onto her plate, and started on her poached egg. “Mya does the ham wonderfully, doesn’t she? I wonder if we should give her a raise.  She’s been very adaptable to our odd hours.”

“Why don’t we look at the household finances this afternoon?” Jon suggested.

Mya really was very good about serving proper meals under trying circumstances.  There was Jon’s habit of getting lost in his experiments and turning up to meals late or not at all, there was Sansa’s lemon cake habit, as well as the increasing habit of asking Mya to make up some cold meals that Sansa could finish herself – despite the utter indignity of having her domain invaded by the lady of the house – because of both Sansa and Jon giving the servants an extra day off at least once a fortnight because they wanted privacy to spread the joys of the marital bed to various locations around the house. Not to mention frequently putting back dinner half an hour on short notice because the mood for said joys striking swiftly and in need of immediate satisfaction.

After all, Snow’s lusts did not in the least diminish Jon’s own constant desires for his wife. Especially as Sansa had firmly stood by his side in a state of affairs she never could have guessed would come up in her marriage.  She had not only calmly accepted the situation Jon had gotten himself into, but embraced it.  Sansa maintained that regardless of the drastic differences between himself and Snow, they were both part of the man she’d married.  Sansa’s theory was that when Jon accepted Mr Snow’s appetites and impulses as part of himself, fully integrating them into his personality, that the loss of time would cease and Jon would be able to access all of Snow’s memories. Jon was simply having a very drastic example of what the psychiatric study she’d found termed ‘an identity crisis’.  

Jon looked at his wife, enjoying her breakfast, and felt a different kind of hunger.  The Beast stirred, and Jon firmly shut a mental door in his face. This was his time with Sansa.

Perhaps it was time to become more... experimental... with his desires for his wife.

Jon rose, went to the door of the conservatory, and locked it.  Then he moved to stand behind his wife’s chair, and bent until his mouth was next to her delicate ear.

“I locked the door, because I don’t want any interruptions,” he murmured.

“Oh?” Sansa asked, her voice taking on a breathy tone. “Why is that?”

“Because by the time breakfast is finished, I’m going to thoroughly fuck you.”

Jon straightened, and returned to his seat.

Sansa carefully ate another bite of egg and toast. “May I ask how thoroughly?”

“Comprehensively.”  Jon ate several more bites of ham. It really was delicious.

“Perhaps I’ll lay you out on the floor, put your legs over my shoulders and bring my knees underneath me for leverage? No, that’s a silly idea. The tile is hard and cold and the position might muss your hairstyle.”

“Perhaps we could try it in summer?” Sansa suggested, before finishing her egg.

She shifted in her seat. Jon wondered if she was sore from The Beast’s attentions the previous night.

The Beast offered several memories, not only of the previous night but several other times he’d taken Sansa, each more salacious than the last. Sansa seemed to have thoroughly enjoyed herself in all of them.

“It might be better if I bent you over the table and took you from behind,” Jon mused, sipping his coffee.  “Would you be able to hold yourself up high enough for me to fondle your breasts as I thrust myself into your cunt?”

Sansa nearly choked mid-swallow, and coughed to ease the way of her bite of ham. “I’m sure I could.”

Jon decided to let her finish the slice of ham.  If his wife was going to choke on meat, it should be his. His rapidly hardening manhood agreed.

Jon finished his own ham and started on his toast with marmalade.  He munched thoughtfully, swallowed, and offered, “Or would you prefer to take me instead? Straddle me in this chair, impale yourself on my cock, and post up and down until we both climax?”

Sansa licked her lips, and stared at Jon much like she did a platter of fresh lemon cakes accompanied by whipped cream.  “That sounds like a marvellous idea, but I’m not sure these chairs are really suitable. We might try it in your study.”

Jon considered it, but shook his head. “I have plans for my study involving the desk.”

“Why not both?” Sansa suggested coolly, sipping her tea.

“That’s an excellent point, darling.  But we still haven’t settled how I’m going to fuck you now.”

“Well, you’d better make up your mind, Jon, I only have one slice of ham and my tea left.”

“Hmmm.  I have an idea.” Jon stood up from the table, and moved to the side between Sansa’s chair and his own, facing the semi-circle of windows. He reached under the table, and brought forth an extra leaf.

He patted the newly exposed table top.  “Why don’t you sit here?”

Sansa dabbed at her lips with her napkin, and pushed back her chair. When she settled onto the table, the blue and silver brocade of her dressing gown glowed in the sunlight, and new flames came out in her hair. Jon reached out and gently pulled her dressing gown further open, then off her shoulders, the brocade dropping to the oak tabletop. Sansa’s chemise for the day had a row of buttons down the front and undoing them all allowed Jon to not only expose her breasts, but to pull the chemise away from her torso to pool at her hips the same way as her dressing gown. Sansa pulled the hem of her chemise up her thighs, high enough to reveal a hint of copper between them.  Jon gently grasped her knees and moved them apart, as widely as possible.  The very first time he’d surfaced, Snow had ordered Sansa to cease wearing drawers. Jon loved the thought of Sansa always bare and ready for the taking, so much that he had never attempted to countermand the order.  Luckily, Sansa enjoyed being without drawers as much as he enjoyed her being without them, and for much the same reason.

For several moments, Jon simply gazed at the bare-breasted goddess before him, thighs spread obscenely wide and waiting for his worship. He had truly been blessed by the Old Gods of the Weirwoods.  

Then he knelt to pay tribute to her cunt.

Sansa arched her back as his tongue explored her folds, and moaned as his the tip of his tongue flickered over her nub.  Placing her hands on the tabletop for support, she tilted her hips to allow his thick fingers to probe the slick heat of her cunt.  She took two fingers easily, and Jon curled them, unerringly finding the place inside that swiftly brought her to orgasm.  Sansa shuddered and moaned, her juices smearing his mouth and chin, and Jon wondered how his clean-shaven jaw differed from the beard The Beast sprouted. Did it irritate her ivory skin, or did she find it stimulating?

Jon clambered to his feet, and reached under her waistcoat both front and back to undo the fastenings of his suspenders.  His trousers plummeted to the floor, revealing that unlike Mr Snow with his ridiculous gas-pipes, he still wore drawers himself. It took only seconds for them to join his trousers, leaving him bare from hip to ankle.  His shirt-tails were parted by his aggressive erection, rather like a prankster peeking out from where they’d concealed themselves behind the curtains. Sansa smiled and reached down to fondle his erection with loving fingers, and Jon groaned in appreciation.  

“Put your arms around my neck.”

As Sansa’s arms encircled his neck and shoulders, Jon reached down to grasp the backs of her bare thighs.  Keeping them spread wide, he lifted Sansa and brought her body flush against his own before lowering her onto his shaft.  Sansa moaned as he slowly penetrated her, inching her down along his cock until she could go no further.  Crouching slightly to give himself room to manoeuvre, Jon rocked his hips up and down and in and out, Sansa’s sighs and gasps urging him on, until he felt the flutters of her cunt that foretold her climax. As the flutters became rhythmic clenching, Jon let out a heartfelt groan of release and relief as his seed filled his wife.

Jon clutched her close until the aftermath of his desire ebbed away and his arms started to protest, and then shuffled to place Sansa back on the table.

“Bloody hell. The dratted handkerchief’s in my trouser pocket,” Jon sighed in exasperation.

Sansa laughed, and searched the folds of brocade to produce one from her dressing gown.  Cleaning up taken care of, Dr and Mrs Stark put their dishevelled clothing to rights and finished breakfast.

“You know, Jon, I’ve heard that the Queen has twelve dishes at breakfast! Even two dishes of smoked fish!”

“We could have smoked fish for breakfast if you liked, Sansa.  But I thought you didn’t like it?”

Sansa nodded.  “I don’t. I was just wondering at the extravagance of it all. Do you suppose Prince Albert and the children join her, or is it all for her?”

“No idea,” Jon shrugged.  “All I know is that I’ll take our breakfast over eating like the Queen any and every day.”

Sansa smiled back at him in a way that made The Beast rumble in interest again.

#jonsa fic #jonsakinkweek 2020 #jonsadungeonsanddrabbles #Dr Stark & Mr Snow #jonsa smut

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Hi, I was wandering if you could tell us about your journey to Japan. ( how did it start and so on) , if it is too private please ignore this message. I really like your blog 🌸

Thank you! I will tell you, but I warn you, it will be long and probably veer off topic haha

I was first introduced to Japan through anime and manga, and I'm going to sound so old, because it was through a friend's MSN name. Anyone remember how we used to make the longest names filled with emojis and stuff we liked? Yeah, titles like 'Bleach' and 'Naruto' was in her name so I asked her about it, and that's how I started watching some anime and reading manga around when I was 14-ish. But what pushed me to actually consider learning Japanese for real, to go to university to study Japanese, was the books by Haruki Murakami. It all started, on any regular day, I can't remember the weather or anything, but I was 15-16. I would always browse the bookstore if I was in town, and I did just that this day. I happened to see the title 'Norwegian Wood' in the English fiction section (which in our bookstore is pretty small, because English is not our first language). Anything foreign, with a title having something to do with Norway will of course catch my eye (I didn't know about the Beatles song) and so I picked it up. Learned that the author was Japanese and wondered what he would be writing about our woods for. Turned out it had nothing to actually do with Norway but, it sparked my interest in his writing. It felt different from other authours, and I wanted to know where it, the writing, and his way of thinking, came from. So after reading through all of his books that were available in English, I went on to thinking that I need to learn Japanese so I can read his books in Japanese and get to the bottom of this. So with this goal in mind, but still being unsure if I should go on to study just Japanese (what can I even use it for other than reading books? maybe Chinese would be smarter?) I applied to a one-year programme where the main focus was on Chinese, with a little dabbling in Korean and Japanese as well. It was a wonderful year, I liked Chinese but I couldn't get comfortable with the different tones, I am unable to hear the difference. With Korean I still can't see how their writing is so easy, it looks too similar. Japanese was the one which fit me the most. We went on a classtrip to all three countries and had a good time. After that year was over, I realized Japanese was the best one out of the three for me and so I applied to a university in the UK with Japanese studies. 4 years with one year being in Japan. During my year abroad I joined the university kyudo (Japanese traditional archery) club and fell in love with that too, deepening my want to stay in Japan. Had to go back to the UK for the fourth year, and then back to Norway after my degree was finished. It took some time before I was able to get a job in Japan, with English not being my first language. But eventually someone gave me a chance. I've been working here for over two years now, as an English teacher for kids. The work itself is fine and sometimes I enjoy it, but I was not born to be a teacher. So I am working on getting my Japanese up to N1 level for the exam in December. If I pass, I will think about changing work to something else. Now I am working from the afternoons to late nights, when I am more of a 9-5 kind of gal. So my journey in Japan is still not over! I just moved to a different prefecture, (still the same job, got a transfer within the company) and am still not used to being here. And did I read Murakammi's books in Japanese? Yes I did. Well, so far I have only read Norwegian Wood in Japanese out of his fiction books, but I enjoy quite immensely his essay collections, that have not been translated which I think is a shame because I think everyone would enjoy them, they're witty and interesting.

That was very long and I am sorry. I always end up babbling and not knowing how to keep it short and simple. Hope this answers your question!

TLDR; introduced to anime and manga, then caught by Haruki Murakami and his misleading titles and ended up studying Japanese and got a job here.

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Apartment Apparitions (Part 1)

Eddie Munson X Reader (Just Like Heaven AU)

Word Count:1, 671

Authour's Note: I'd had the idea bouncing around in my head for a few days and so I thought I'd get down to writing it. VERY heavily based on the 2005 film Just Like Heaven which also happens to be one of my most favourite films of all time

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Shit. You were already running late. The dark sky began to fall as you hot-footed it across the parking lot outside your office building. Your phone was pressed up against your ear as you muttered out your apologies to your best friend, Nancy. Your best friend who'd you promised to meet up with, after she'd told you she had met the most perfect man to set you up with. She meant well, she really did, but she was always trying to set you up on these dates. 

“Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! I would’ve called ahead, but I got tied up at the office.” You babbled.

“Are you on your way now?” Nancy pressed.

“Yeah, I’m just making my way through the parking lot right now. Look I’m getting in my car right now, I’ll see you in a few minutes. Love you.” You reassured her.

“Alright. Love you too. See you soon.” 

You hang up your phone and move to unlock the driver’s side door and get behind the wheel. 

You start the car and begin to pull out of the parking lot and onto the main road, briefly flicking your eyes down to change the radio station blaring some very loud and obnoxious heavy-metal music. Suddenly the loud sound of tyres screeching causes you to whip your head up immediately.

There's a blinding bright white light and the feeling of your body being flung forwards and sharply pulled back, your seat belt clinging against your body. The last thing you remember is the loud shriek as your body made contact with the cold hard ground of the road. 

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With Nancy, and her husband Jonathan being the closest thing you had to family, they made the joint decision following your car accident, and then being placed in a coma, that in order to help pay your medical bills, that they would put your apartment up for rent.

Eddie followed in through the door behind the estate agent. He’d seen a few apartments at this point and nothing felt quite right. Hopefully this one would be right for him. His eyes scanned around the room, taking in his surroundings. The apartment wasn’t anything too grand, but it was nice enough. Nicely decorated, fully furnished and within close enough proximity to the city and close enough that his weekly visits to his uncle Wayne weren’t going to be out of his way. It was a good apartment, and in a place like Hawkins, that was rare.

“This place is great!” he said, pacing around the floor of the apartment. “It’s still on the market, I take it?”  he asked hopefully.

“It is still available, although it’s just a month-to-month sublet.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah they were pretty tight-lipped about the whole thing, said it was a ‘family issue’. Didn’t feel like pushing them for an answer.”

Plopping himself to sit down on the sofa, Eddie stared around the apartment one more time before talking once more.

“I’ll take it!” he decides.

Eddie and his estate agent walked down to her office and he promptly signed his name on the papers. The following day Eddie moved his belongings into the apartment, and after changing into sweatpants and one of his old Metallica t-shirts, he slumped down in front of the tv with a bag of chips and a cold beer in his hand.

Hours later Eddie had more than his fair share of beers from his fridge and the tv was playing endlessly in front of his eyes, but his mind was miles away. He was already drunk as anything at this point, one more beer wasn’t going to hurt him. Getting up from his seat with a huff, he once again makes his way to the refrigerator to take out another bottle, and go back to his place on the couch.

“There’s nothing worth stealing here!!” you screech. “Please don’t hurt me! There’s no drugs or money or anything! Please don’t hurt me!”  you cry.

“Woah, Woah hold on a moment. I’m not stealing anything!” Eddie defended. “I live here.”

“That’s impossible, you can’t live here because this is my apartment.” you said accusingly. Who even was this strange, long-haired man who was claiming to live in your apartment?

“I literally put the deposit down yesterday, signed the papers and everything.” Eddie explained.

You both stared each other down for a moment before Eddie spoke up again.

“Oh I see what’s happened.”

“What?”

“It’s a scam! They collect rent money from a bunch of people and then you never hear from them again. It's all a big scam.” Eddie scoffed, throwing his hands up in annoyance.

“What are you on about? This is all my stuff, this is my furniture!” you explain. “My couch, my coffee table…Is that a ring? Have you ever heard of a coaster?” You say snidely, wrinkling your nose in disgust.

“Look, I don’t know who you are, or why you’ve left my apartment in a frankly disgusting mess, but you need to leave, and you need to leave now. ”

Eddie watched as you stomped your way through the apartment to the kitchen. He shook his head at your demeanour. He was drunk, certainly, but he was not drunk enough for this. Following you into the kitchen he looks around, but strangely you were nowhere to be seen.

“Uhh..Hello? Crazy Lady…Where are you?” He called out as he made his way across the spread of the apartment.

Thank god you were gone. 

Right. Perhaps a shower was the thing he needed. Yes. A nice hot shower to clear his mind.

Once he was freshly showered, he swiped his hand across the steam-frosted mirror to see you staring back at him, startling him with your clipped tone of voice.

“I thought I told you to get out?”

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“Alright then? So what’s this all about, huh?” Steve said as he sat down opposite Eddie, setting his coffee on the table.

“What nothing? Can’t a guy just want to meet up with his friend?” Eddie said defensively.

“There’s always something with you, Munson, so spill.”

“Okay, so the thing is, I’ve sort of been seeing someone.”

“Yes! That’s great! Good for you, man.” Steve says, nodding his head at Eddie’s confession.

“What? You think that’s a good thing?” 

“Absolutely, I mean, come on! The last time I tried to set you up on a date you totally bailed on me.” Steve continues. “..But the fact that you initiated this by yourself? Good for you man, I’m happy for you!”

“Not really what I mean, Steve. I mean I’m kind of seeing someone who’s not really there.” Eddie explains.

“Oh they’re not emotionally available, I’ve been down that route, it’s tough, dude”

Eddie rolls his eyes and glares at Steve with a look of annoyance.

“Again, not what I mean, Harrington. I think my apartment is, like, haunted or some shit?”

“So it’s a ghost you’re seeing?” Steve realises, his voice sounding slightly confused.

“I saw her twice whilst I was in my apartment. A woman.” 

“Was she hot?” Steve snickers.

“You’re missing the point, Steve.” Eddie sighs at Steve’s attempt at a joke.

“Were you drunk when you saw this woman?” Steve asks pointedly.

“I’d had one or two drinks..” Eddie trails off.

“Don’t bullshit me, Munson.” 

“Alright, fine! I was totally hammered! But still, I shouldn’t be seeing ghosts and shit in my house, right?”   

“I think you should just go back to your apartment, and get a good night’s sleep. Maybe cut back on the drinking, then perhaps you might not see your little ghostly woman.” Steve laughs. “Alright man, I’ve gotta get going now. Get some sleep, I’m serious. It’ll do you good.” He tells Eddie before bringing him into a hug and walking away.

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Back at his apartment Eddie reaches into the fridge for one last beer before he heads off to bed. As he shuts the fridge door he sees you behind the door, once again frightening him with a jump.

“Are you still here?”

There you were, once again. Your voice ringing out loud and clear.  

“I don’t know how much more clearer I can make this to you. Get. Out. Of. My. Apartment!” you said sharply, your eyes narrowing at him.

“It’s my apartment, I live here. Not you.” Eddie said snappily, jabbing his finger in your direction.

“That’s it!” you cried, throwing your hands up “You leave me with no other choice. I’m gonna have to call the cops.” you said, as you began to reach your hand out towards your phone. You tried to pick up the phone but everytime you did, your hand went through it. You couldn’t hold it or touch it or anything.

“What the hell did you do to my phone?” you squawked.

Eddie’s eyes widened in shock as he watched you. Was this really happening right now? Was he actually having a conversation with a ghost?

“What are you on about? I didn’t do anything” held his hands up defensively.

“Then why can’t I grab my phone?” you shouted.

“Because you’re a ghost! You died and now you’ve come back to haunt me in my apartment” Eddie said as he walked towards you. 

“I am not a ghost.” you said angrily, taking a step back as the taller man stalked closer to you.

“Yes you are! I’m just trying to help you come to terms with it. There should be a bright light, why don’t you try walking into it?”

“I am not dead. Stop saying that! I think I would know if I was dead.”

You watched as the expression of the man opposite you fell. His anger towards you was replaced by a look of complete and utter shock.

You stop for a moment to look around you, to see what he was shocked about, when you saw your body standing through your kitchen table.You’d completely walked through it without even realising it.

“What’s happening to me?” you gasped. How was that even possible?

“You’re a ghost!”

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Stay • s.s.

Authour: @sarcasmdunbar

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader

Warnings: Sad, Kind of death mention, 2 am writing blah

Word Count: 691

Request:  I feel like you would do an amazing story with 4, 21, 30, 43, and 46 fluffy stiles plzzzz. If not Scott is okay too. ❤️❤️❤️❤️🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽😍😍😍😍 you’re like a super amazing writer and we love you 😘 💗

4:”will you hold my hand?”, 21: “It doesn’t hurt it’s just...cold”, 30:”I cant live without you.”, 43: “She’s alright, right? She’s going to be okay.”, & 46: “You, you’re everything.”

A/N: Thank you so much, I love all of you with all of my heart. p.s. even though the little message at the end wasn’t that much but I almost cried because it means so much to me especially with personal stuff going on in my life.

“Will you hold my hand?”

It broke him to hear your voice so small and quiet. Where the loud boisterous and firm words once were replaced with melancholic and quiet ones. The smile that seemingly never left your face, was now a pained grimace. And it was killing him. He wasn’t like Scott. He couldn’t take your pain. He couldn’t heal you. So now he was pleading to god that Scott, His dad, or someone would get here in time to save you.  

Stiles slid his free hand into yours. Intertwining his fingers with yours. His breaths were shaky, eyes darting every which way. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. He was supposed to get time with you. He was supposed to tell you. Stiles was supposed to tell you how he really felt. 

“{Y/n}, don’t do this,” Stiles pleaded, sputtering out his words as fast as he could. “Please don’t, I know it hurts but Scott-”

“It doesn’t hurt...” You interrupted with a sharp cough. He could tell you were getting weaker, and weaker by the second. “It’s just cold”

Your eyes fluttered shut and Stiles’s heart dropped to his stomach. He squeezed your hand tightly. 

“No!” Stiles shouted. Your eyes shot open at this. Despite how badly you wanted to go to sleep. Despite how tired you were. “No, {Y/n}! You have to stay. You have to stay because I’m in love with you. Okay? So you-you’ve got to stay because I can’t live without you.”

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. This wasn’t how you were supposed to find out. And Stiles hoped that this wasn’t how your story ended. He hoped you weren’t like Allison. Stiles couldn’t lose another person. He couldn’t lose the girl he loved. He wouldn’t survive. 

“Stiles...” You started. You meant to say something. Something other than just his name. But, once again your eyes fluttered shut. 

And the darkness surrounded you. 

• • •

“She’s alright, right? She’s going to be okay?” 

Stiles had spent the last three hours pacing in the halls of the hospital. Restless and refusing to sleep, or eat, or do anything else but just be there. Scott had stayed just as worried as Stiles and long fell asleep. While his dad had tried to get in contact with your parents to no avail. 

It was a relief when he learned you were going to be okay. The weight had been lifted from his shoulders, the panic from his chest. 

“She’s going to be fine.” Sheriff Stilinski assured his son. 

“Can I see her?” Stiles asked, his voice cracking. He’d never been such a mess before. 

Seeing you hooked up to the millions of machines formed a lumped in his throat. He pulled a plastic chair from the corner of the room quietly. And taking your hand in his, he watched your chest rise and fall peacefully. His mind racing of what he was going to say to you when you awoke. 

“Stiles...” You croaked, eyes meeting his. 

“Y-You’re awake,” He sighed in relief, a shudder moving through his entire body. “I-I oh my god.” He spoke, pressing a kiss to your hand. His contagious bright smile finding it’s way to his face once more. “You’re alive.” 

“You said you love me,” You spoke. Stiles froze. A tiny part of him wishing you wouldn’t remember that bit. A moment of silence washed over the both of you. 

“Y-yeah,” Stuttered out Stiles finally. “I did. I do. I love you. I always have. I tried not to but you, you’re everything.”

A tension filled the air as Stiles awaited your response. Worry and panic filling him. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, a satisfied smile gracing your features. 

“I love you too.” You responded in a whisper, squeezing his hand. 

Stiles beamed, pushing himself up from the chair and pressing a kiss to your forehead as you both let out a relieved chuckle. 

When your friends came to visit you the next morning they found you and Stiles, curled up together in the hospital bed. Hands intertwined with each others and smiles in your sleeps. 

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Montgomery Midnight Kisses by Carrie Ann Ryan

5 stars

You  sometimes forget how much you love the original start to a series, well in  this case, an empire, until you read about them again. It is fitting that  Alex and Tabby are the focus of this check in with the original Montgomery’s,  because they were the ones in the all the stories, their path bringing them  together varied and painful. But seeing them now, so happy, so in love, so settled,  it was so sweet that I could taste the hot chocolate Tabby was drinking. A  little glimpse into their lives now, and a still surrounded with their loving  families, this was a wonderful read <3

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blogpost: week 11

Reading

Bevan, Nigel. "Classifying and selecting UX and usability measures." International Workshop on Meaningful Measures: Valid Useful User Experience Measurement. Vol. 11. 2008.

This article explains ways to evaluate the accessibility, usability and UX of a product. There are several methods for the evaluation.

The first method is checking the conformality of the app to existing guidelines and standards. There is a number of guidelines exist depending on the type of the product.  For the assessment of the accessibility of websites, the Web Content Accessibility Guidelines developed by the WAI(Web Accessibility Initiative) is commonly used. According to WAI, failing to satisfy these checkpoints will result in limited access to certain user groups. This process can be done manually, or automatically with accessibility measurement software.

The second method is to evaluate by asking one or more domain experts to work through a prototype to look for accessibility or usability problems. These experts can use guidelines or they can work through task scenarios that represent what users would typically do with the product. The walkthrough evaluation identifies problems while attempting to achieve tasks in the same way as a user, making use of the expert’s knowledge and experience of potential problems.

The last method is a user-based evaluation. This method is usually done at the last stage of the development process because it provides an evidence of the accessibility and usability of a product in real use by the target audience. In user-based methods, target users undertake realistic tasks which the product is designed to support in realistic situations. A minimum of assistance is given by those running the evaluation, except when participants get completely stuck or need information not readily available to them.

From this article, I was able to learn more about detailed evaluation methodology for my prototype. Some of the methodologies suggested in the paper was what I already knew, but the authour also weighs the pros and cons for each evaluation methods and which methods are useful based on the current design progress. This information is particularly useful as an evaluation guideline for further development of my prototype in the next term. 

Prototyping 

As a continuation of last week’s prototype development, I focus on implementing three features. The first feature is auto-scaling and fullscreen mode. The pictures shown on search engines/social media do not have an original scale. It is resized(mostly smaller than its native resolution) to reduce the overall loading time of the page. However, accessing the high-resolution image is important to people with low vision, as they enlarge images to increase the visibility of the image they are seeing. In my prototype, I created the flow which allows users to have access to its original image with a single mouse click. The app displays the image on a separate browser window.

The second feature is the background colour adjustment system. From the web accessibility guideline published by WAI, the contents in the foreground and background should maintain a contrast ratio of 5:1 or higher, to ensure that the contents are visible to people with low vision. Currently, I am building the system that extracts the brightness level of each pixel and calculates the overall brightness level of the entire image on a scale of 0 to 255. Once the system identifies the brightness value of the image, it adjusts the background brightness correspondingly.

The last feature is text detection.  Oftentimes, texts shown in the image is important to understand the context of the image. People with low vision struggle with reading images in the image, due to lack of its visual clarify, including distorted angle, poor contrast, and low resolution.  Therefore, I introduced the feature that detects texts in the images and rewrites them as an HTML element. The text detection system is integrated with Google Cloud Vision API, which analyzes the image contents with a machine learning algorithm. This is the link of my Javascript piece in JS fiddle

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