#it is my 3rd year clean! :D

[urhoneycombwitch]

oh my god…… art teacher!eddie who works with 3rd graders. and he’s every bit as kooky as he was in high school but now all that energy has someplace to go- zipping after a classroom of young kids all day, joyfully instilling fine art skills such as melting down wax to make zombie-crayons into the young minds of Hawkins.

Mr. Eddie (though he’d prefer to drop the Mr altogether, since he’s still young enough to remember the annoyance of formalities) is known as the safe space teacher- anytime someone wanted to eat lunch in his classroom they were more than welcome. He might even tell you a cool story about his old D&D group.

one day there’s this new student in class, a real quiet kid that doesn’t come out of his shell easily- Eddie quickly finds out this kid has a natural talent for painting. he’s barely 8 and has an incredible sense of light and dark, depth perception, all that fancy crap Eddie learned words for in art school.

the kid- Jake- stays after class Tuesday to help clean palettes. Eddie tries to sound nonchalant, elbow deep in soap suds as he asks, “So where’d you learn to paint like that?”

Jake, on a step stool at the closest sink, turns off his tap and shrugs. “My mom’s a painter. She used to paint a lot when she was pregnant with me. I think I’m blessed.”

Eddie chuckles heartily. “That’s one way to put it, kid.”

On the first teacher-parent night of the school year, Eddie in smart slacks and his black-rimmed glasses stands up in front of the classroom to introduce himself to all the parents.

His eyes fall to Jake, near the back row of desks, and tracks up from the manicured hand on Jake’s shoulder to- you.

Eddie’s instantly transported back to his second year of art college, falling in love with the painter girl across the hall. He still has that portrait you did of him with oil pastels, the size of a postcard. It’s the only time he’s ever liked a recreation of himself, photographs included.

You still had the same soft smile, the same eyes that lit up in recognition at the same time as he did.

Mr. Munson stumbles through the rest of his speech, and releases everyone to explore the room much sooner than he planned.

With a nervousness that he hasn’t felt in years, Eddie (after confirming you’re a single mom now) asks you to dinner. You accept, with a smile that makes his heart thrum, and a few moments later he’s one spectacular phone number richer.

#teacher!eddie #teacher!eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #Eddie Munson

[decolonize-the-left]

I hate democrats with all my very heart but I can't in good faith advise to vote 3rd party in these hell years when they would see every trans person hang and be off hormones. When the transphobia is not at its height (Eg, like. a few years ago) I would 100% agree with you, but the stakes are too high. If the states falls to transphobia, even more countries will follow it. I think it's harmful to consider not voting D this upcoming election. Once they got off tihs current bend, I could get behind where you are coming from.

"this is helpful and not lacking critical analysis at all"

"if the states fall to transphobia"

Where have you been?

GA & VA are blue states this year btw. It's gotten worse since May and and April, too. The mid terms didn't save anyone.

Also if you, the person reading this, have considered voting 3rd party pls know it's not nearly as unpopular or as unlikely of a win as Democrats want you to think it is.

People would vote for a good 3rd party candidate, actually.

Dems convincing you its a long shot is absolutely a self-preserving psyop hoping to convince you otherwise. Its a half-assed theory that blatantly denies what we learned from 2016 and can still see in polls.

And that's 3rd party candidates stand a shot of they can get in the primaries for the general election. People want progressives. People were pissed and turned to voting for Trump when Sanders fell out- not Clinton.

They need and want another option and it's not a long shot or unlikely. They just need to make it to the primaries.

Enter Cornel West

Cornel West is not running as a Democrat and thus does not need to battle Biden for a spot on the general ballot in November of 2024....

✨ Which gives you and all your friends plenty of time to learn about him ✨

So here are some of his policies and also his campaign site

I'm a decolonial anarchist that hates the state and sees voting as nothing as upholding the state. I make no room for Democrats because Democrats lack the ambition to challenge anything about it.

But unless Cornel West drops out or ends up being some awful closeted abused... Im going to vote for him.

A lot of his politics and campaign goals align with my politics. I wouldn't feel like I was settling if I voted for him.

And a lot of this stuff isn't unreasonable or unrealistic either. Like I just made a post about how the NDAA budget proposal for 2024 is being increased with enough money to solve clean water, homelessness, and implement free college tuition for the whole USA. And Republicans are fighting for more.

And that's just the budget for two years, it'll probably be increased by another hundred billion in a couple years. Nobody blinks when the military budget is swelling like that.

But we should when we can be using that kind of money to solve real problems that real people are having and face and would change lives literally overnight. They just throw that money at the military where most of us never see it again.

But this stuff can be real.

#asked #answered #electoral politics #cornel west #2024 election #usa election #us voters #democrats #liberals #leftist #anarchist #socialist #libertarian #communist #workers rights #trans rights #queer rights #disability rights #direct action #mutual aid #lgbt #indigenous #ndn #biden #usa polls #politics #capitalism #human rights #climate change #ndaa

[babyjakes]

lock them out and throw a feast.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | food play

pairing | soft!dark!curtis everett x front-ender!reader

warnings | soft!dark!curtis. non-con. crying. restraints. use of gag. fingering. minimal dialogue (curtis is a quiet guy.) oral (f receiving) with plenty of clit focus. messy food play (a whole bakery's worth of sweets.) forced orgasm. squirting. implied multiple (forced) orgasms. written in 3rd person for some reason. showered!curtis :D

word count | 1,698

an | my snowpiercer knowledge is soooooo rusty i haven't watched the movie in years. this is kind of written in a universe where curtis and his rebellion were able to take over the engine. he picks out a pretty little front-ender as his reward and throws himself a feast... anyway, please ignore any details that might not align with the movie plot. this fic is dedicated to my sweet precious wonderful somny @onsunnyside, she isn't active much these days but of course i wanted to write her a kinkmas piece still, she is so special to me. and i know she loves curtis, so this felt like the perfect opportunity. love you, sonson<33 hope you're well and having happy holidays!

Everything was just the way he ordered it. An empty car all to himself, with both exits locked, dark curtains drawn. Lights dimmed, just bright enough to see through the stilled air. One shining down stronger than the rest in the center of the room, illuminating his long-awaited bounty. His final reward. His feast, fit for a king.

The moment he had laid eyes on her, cowering and weeping as her family's luxury quarters were broken into, he knew she was his endgame. He promised himself he'd have his way with her once he made it to the engine and overthrew the elite. Now that the hard work was done, it was time for him to revel in his victories. And there was no better way to do that, he had decided, than to feed the hunger that had been eating away at him for as long as he could remember.

He stood back in the shadows for the longest time, just taking in the glorious scene before him. Sucking in a strained breath, he pressed a tentative hand over the bulge in his pants. They were new; everything on him was. As his trusted second-in-commands were preparing his private car, Curtis had disappeared to care for himself and his body for the first time in seventeen years. He had a long, tedious shower, taking his time to remove nearly two decades of filth from his tattered body. Once he was clean, he had first choice from an entire car full of clothing- everything brand new. He remained modest with his choices. All the glitz and glam of the elite had no appeal to him.

Taking a step forward, he let his dark brown overcoat fall to the floor, leaving him in the simple gray t-shirt and utility trousers he had claimed earlier. Biting his lip, he pried his hand from his raging hard-on. He would relieve himself, in time. For now, he wanted to savor every moment he spent building up to that release.

Her quiet whimpers were the loudest thing in the room, accompanied by the low rumbling of the train's machinery in the background. Her crystalline tears only made her more beautiful, Curtis thought to himself. There was something so exquisite about her agonized expression; it didn't matter how wrong or cruel this was. He had given it all, risked his life for that damn train. This was his; he had earned it. He would allow himself that.

His men had done a fine job with the setup. She was as captivating as he had dreamt for all those years- no, she was better. Her body sprawled out elegantly over the smooth oak finish of the table below her, tied to the corners by her wrists and ankles, she was nothing more than a piece of meat to be feasted on, a meal to be devoured. And Curtis hadn't had a proper meal in years. The rest of the table's surface was covered in all the sweets and confectionaries his subordinates could find. Ripe fruits, delicate cakes and pastries, bowls of thick chocolates and creams- and to top it all off, his main course had been decorated lavishly to the likings of the delicacies surrounding her. Her most sensitive places had been drizzled and dipped, sprinkled and powdered, making her the most divine-looking creature the man had ever seen.

He took another step forward, surveying her as a vulture would its prey. Her dewy eyes peered up fearfully at him as he slowly approached the side of the table. Voice slightly hoarse from all her crying and struggling, she whined weakly through the thick cloth gag secured snugly between her chocolate-smeared lips.

"Shhhh," Curtis breathed out, the steadiness of his voice and posture such a stark contrast to the girl who lay weeping and bound before him. As he turned to make his way to the end of the table, her bare feet thrashed and kicked uselessly in protest. He simply shook his head at her pitiful displays of defiance. "No use fighting it, sweetheart," he hummed, his voice almost consoling in tone. "You're not going anywhere. Not until I get a good taste of what's mine."

With heedless, eager motions, the man cleared the portion of the table that sat between the girl's trembling legs. As mouth-watering as everything he was pushing aside appeared, his only focus was closing the space between him and the one thing he was truly starving for. Lowering his front down onto the now empty surface, Curtis' greedy eyes trailed up his victim's messy legs, finding the sacred point at which they joined. He drooled at the sight of her perfect cunt as it sat before him on display, dribbles of cream and what appeared to be nervous arousal collecting beneath her rounded ass.

"Mine," he repeated, this time nearing a growl. His rugged hands came up to squeeze at her soft, heavenly thighs, earning tiny squeaks of fear from the poor girl as she shook her head pleadingly- but it was no use. He had her before him now; nothing would come between him and his feast. "This body belongs to me now, angel. Do you understand?" He brought a hand up to push back her mound, exposing her swollen clit and leaky hole to his prying eyes. The confidence he was speaking with was impressive, given the fact that he'd never spoken to a woman like this in his life. But after all he'd lived through, he felt entitled to that sense of authority. He held her life in his hands, quite literally. And he sure as hell was ready to make the most of it.

"This pretty cunt-" he dared to take his words further, his other hand dragging a finger up through the streams of sugary icing coating her thighs to begin prodding at her tiny hole. "-is mine. All mine," he hummed, perfectly happy to be stating these truths to only himself, if his new possession was so insistent on denying them with her angry sobs and harsh glares. She would come around in time; he knew she would. She wouldn't have any choice in the matter.

His finger nudged and teased at the opening a bit more before gently dipping inside, the man's patience wearing thin. At the feeling of her tight, slippery walls doing everything in their power to fight off his intrusion, Curtis wasn't ashamed of the way his cock only grew harder from her unwillingness. He savored the distressed grunts and groans she let out as he forced his digit in up to a first knuckle, then a second. Turning his hand in a fluid motion, he began fucking his finger up into her, groaning lowly at the sight of her quickly growing increasingly responsive to his efforts.

Free-hand momentarily moving back to grab harshly at her hipbone, Curtis licked his lips as his gaze settled in on the tiny nub sitting at the top of the girl's messy slit. Bringing his thumb and pointer finger back down, he forcefully spread her upper lips apart, exposing her poor little button to the cool air of the room. Her legs kicked and struggled as he drew his face in closer, letting out a low groan as the bundle of nerves was finally taken between his parched lips.

The girl let out a howl through her gag, choking on her cries and spit as Curtis worked her aching clit. Closing his eyes, the man savored the feeling of the tiny bump twitching and trembling against his steady suckling. Letting go of any last hesitations, he submitted to eating her fresh cunt like a beast that'd been starved. He paid no mind to being gentle or polite as he latched onto her helpless core, delivering punishing waves of pain and pleasure well outside the realms of her wildest nightmares.

When his lips grew sore from sucking, he switched to dragging his tongue over the pulsating nub, starting with slow, teasing licks before switching to fast, merciless swipes in the blink of an eye. The alternating paces reduced his victim to softer sobs and hiccups, her hips bucking up wildly as her body struggled to tolerate the intense stimulation. And as soon as he'd had enough of the tongue work, he was back to nursing at the poor button, now so puffy and swollen from receiving his undivided attention.

As the girl's thighs shook, Curtis could see something shifting within her. The noises she let out were becoming more desperate, more panicked, with an expression of impending doom appearing on her tear-stained face. At the realization that she was being brought to orgasm against her will, the unrelenting hunger in Curtis' gut only rose. "That's it," he grumbled lowly, her sweet, sticky juices coating his reddened lips. "You're gonna come for me now, babydoll. Come on, give it to me," his face was hardening with determination, his finger thrusting more forcefully up into her fluttering walls as she hurled towards her climax at full speed.

The cry she let out as she finally came was the closest thing Curtis had ever heard to an angel on earth. As the incredible pressure in her tummy finally shattered, her poor clit spasmed helplessly in the man's awaiting mouth. A flood of sweetness sprayed against his scruffy facial hair as she squirted, the sight of her body coming helplessly against his efforts nearly too much for Curtis to bear. Groaning loudly, he coaxed her through the spectacular high. Only when her sobbing turned to weak sniffles did he finally pull away, his darkened eyes trailing up to find her tender face.

As he went to remove his digit from her soaking heat, he could've sworn she almost seemed to cling to him, in a way. He brought the creamy finger up to slip into his eager mouth, the sugary taste of her climax making his head pound with want.

His next words sent her into a fresh fit of tears. "One more," he decided, lowering his head back down to her sticky cunt. One more, he told himself, before he'd finally seek some relief of his own.

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[rottenpumpkin13]

Hiya! To start, you are amazing!! I look forward to your content every single day, and it never ceases to make me smile 💕 Keep doin' you 😊

My husband and I recently had a convo about the First's comfort items. Obviously, Gen would have Loveless or like a cozy blanket. He mentioned Angeal possibly having a teddy bear or other stuffed animal (which I think is absolutely adorable!). What do you think they would have?

Thank you so much! ❤️🩷🥰 God their comfort items are so in-your-face in Crisis Core, so let's make them sadder

Genesis: His comfort item will forever be his copy of Loveless, the first one he found in his parents' study and annotated the heck out of. He has the margins scribbled with thoughts, doodles, and ideas, along with sticky notes and highlighted lines he finds inspiring. He developed a habit of slipping keepsakes between its pages, so sometimes a theatre ticket will slip out, or a napkin with a messy poem scribbled on it. The book represents everything that he is and cares about, so there's also a polaroid of him, Sephiroth, and Angeal when they were baby-faced teenagers. He keeps the book close when he deserts, and hates how the polaroid fades and crumbles just like his body as the years pass.

Angeal: His attachment to his buster sword becomes something of a joke amongst the 2nds and 3rds, which them jokingly wondering if he also sleeps and showers with it. The truth is that he does keep it beside his bed when he sleeps, and sometimes, when his anxiety is bad, he likes to keep an eye on it at all times. He takes extra care of it, cleaning and polishing it even if there's no need. No matter what he tells other people (and himself) the sword doesn't just represent his family's honor⏤it's the last thing he has of his father. His real father; the man who raised him. The care he gives to the sword is the care he wishes he could give to the man who passed. Years later, after Angeal dies, all these "quirks" slowly integrate themselves into Zack's routine. And then Cloud's.

Sephiroth: He learned pretty early on that developing attachment to items would only bring him pain when they were eventually lost or taken away later. It was one of the many downs of being raised with R&D + Hojo monitoring his every move. Sephiroth never got to bond with a teddy bear, a blanket, or even a toy before it got taken away (if it was ever given in the first place). All of that served to strengthen his problem later in life⏤he found comfort in people. First it was his mother, even if he never met her, the became attached to friends. First Glenn, who provided comfort he had never known prior to meeting him, and then Genesis and Angeal. He values his friends, and would sacrifice everything to keep them as safe as they make him feel. Because friends, unlike objects, can never be taken from him. Right?

#headcanons #ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #final fantasy vii #ffvii crisis core #genesis rhapsodos #ff7 crisis core #angeal hewley

[ruinedbylanadelrey]

King of Your Heart

Chapter 13 "Let Me Suck Your D*ck in the Bathroom"

HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

summary: All that Frankie has ever wanted to be was your everything. After years of being best friends one phone call changes everything between the two of you.

inspired by The King by Sarah Kinsley

warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, age gap (reader is 28-29, Frankie 38-39), friends with benefits -> situationship, Frankie isn't a dad, jealously, best friends with benefits, reader is toxic, reader wears makeup, reader has long hair, this chapter is literally just porn but make it halloween, dress code- SLUT IT OUT, smut, drinking, smut, benny's halloween bash!!, smut, frankie is fucking horny for a woman in thigh highs, smut, blowjobs, licking, oh yeah did I mention smut!, princess and frankie are like rabbits, frankie gets drunk, angst with a happy ending finally, no y/n, pet names, possessiveness, triple frontier boys, Tom is dead, reader is a flirt

an: WELCOME TO BENNY'S HALLOWEEN BASH, get ready for a lot of smut, Princess is slut for Frankie as a smooth-dressing cowboy (a little nod to our beloved Whiskey<3).

inside the world of king of your heart

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taglist: @hiroikegawa

"Just sit down and I'm gonna do your hair," You patted the cushiony vanity seat, Frankie never did his hair ever. He liked his messy curls and finishing it off with his hat but tonight was the one night he would ever do this. You smiled and pushed Frankie down into the seat, your fingers combing through his damp curls, his eyes fluttering shut when you lightly scratched his scalp with your new acrylics. You looked at Frankie through the mirror admiring how he shaved his beard and trimmed up his mustache. 

"I like it that I can see your face," You hum, grabbing the comb and gel into your hands. "I get to see my handsome Frankie," your words made Frankie blush, and he rolled his eyes trying to act like he didn't care. He loves it when you tell him he's handsome. He feels like he could do anything all because his lady thinks he's beautiful. 

You smiled at Frankie and combed the gel through his hair, taming the deep chocolate curls. "Do I have to dress up?" Frankie mumbled, and you rolled your eyes at him. This is 3rd time around having the conversation. It's Halloween, Frankie. It's my favorite holiday. Please for me. You've been saying since you and Frankie got back together. It's time to debut as a couple officially. "Yes you are dressing up and you are going to look so sexy," You say in a sultry tone and smile sweetly at Frankie. 

The torture was over when you finished off his hair when a good amount of hairspray. Clean-cut Frankie was something you didn't get to see often and well it was a sight to see. His jawline, his face more chiseled out, and his hair out of his face letting his features be the star of the show. Frankie is beautiful, you always thought he was crafted by a higher power. Frankie is standing in the mirror buttoning up the white dress shirt, you turn him around and take over the last couple of buttons then grab the tie to go around his neck. You take a deep breath as you loop the fabric and pull it up to his neck- fuck. 

You set the hat on top of his head and step back looking at your work. Frankie loosened the ties just a bit and your stare was burning into his skin, that's what he always liked about you, never afraid to admire what you like. "Everything you hoped for?" Frankie tilts his head and smirks, jaw dropped and lust blowing your pupils. 

"Everything and more...okay I-I need to finish off my makeup, then we are leaving." You shake yourself out of the lustful haze and step around Frankie. Focus. You dip the end of a brush into the red bottle of fake blood. Focus. Frankie watches you drip the red thick liquid from the corners of your mouth, smearing it across your face for an effortless look. Focus. Dipping again but letting the tear of blood run down your chest and leak down your cleavage. Your costume was just an excuse to wear the black Body Con mini dress that you bought months ago, so you threw on the fake blood and glued fangs to your teeth. Just an excuse to slut it out. Frankie certainly appreciates the way your best features were on display. 

Frankie comes up behind you moves your hair out of your face and gently kisses your soft neck. You sigh, holding back from the intrusive thoughts of pushing Frankie on the bed and fucking him in costume. "I need to put on my tights then we are leaving," you unwrap yourself from his arms and pull out the black thigh highs, very sheer black mesh with a lace strap at the cuff. Frankie watched you sit on the edge of the bed lifting one leg in the air, he noticed the French tip pedicure that you got done. 

The way your body was just on display for him to stare at, Frankie wanted to not leave the house at all tonight. But you and Frankie are not having sex yet, because you think it would be a good idea to date properly, not having sex until 2 months which ends Halloween, that means he can and will make a move tonight. "Princess, you just look so good to eat," Frankie purrs, when he slides between your legs, helping you secure the thigh-high, you were rolling your eyes with a smile on your face. 

"Fish, we are not having sex, now let's get to the party it's already 10!" You push Frankie away from you, grabbing your purse, beer, and vodka. Frankie took his sweet time by grabbing the keys and his beer then locking the door, settling the beer in place, and strapping himself in, checking his mirrors. You grew tired of him being childish, your hands wrapping his tie and pulling him close. Your lips melted into his, the feeling of his mustache grazing your sweet soft skin. Frankie slid his tongue to meet yours, his hands caressing your waist and thighs, his fingers snapping the top of the thigh highs making you yelp and moan into his hot wet mouth. His touch was a white flash of heat inching toward your aching core. Desperate to be touched by his calloused strong strategic fingers. 

"Let me suck your dick in the bathroom...so drive," You pull away from Frankie, buckling your seatbelt. Frankie grins pulls out of the park and throws it into drive, you laugh holding on to the door. You love seeing Frankie be playful and just a boy. Knowing that you bring that out in him brought such warmth in your heart oozing it through your veins. The streetlights guide you to the front of Benny's house, with people piling in through the one door. You quickly get out of the truck and make your way through people, just a quick hello then you are dragging Frankie to the bathroom.  

Frankie was trying to catch up with you but people held him back, it felt like he was in his 20s again trying to get into parties. Once he pushes his way through, he finds you sitting on the kitchen counter serving yourself shots while talking to Benny's girlfriend Mari. You were smiling and making faces every time you took a shot. He thought you looked so pretty in the kitchen light, "There's my cowboy," You call out to him, Mari turns around and laughs at how Frankie looked in his get-up. "Don't laugh at him, he is the most good-looking cowboy ever," You reach out for Frankie, and he takes the bottle from your hands and pours himself a shot, knocking it back. Frankie taking shots was a big deal, he was just always about getting beer drunk. 

You don't know what it was but Frankie taking a shot had to be the hottest thing ever. You watched how his adams' apple bobbed when he downed the alcohol. "C'mon baby, let's go dance," Frankie leans into you and whispers into your ear, your face burns from how forward he was being. You want Frankie to like this more. He helps you off the counter takes you to the living room and slips you guys down the hall to Benny's room. Frankie slams the door closed and locks it. You could feel the shots starting to settle in. Frankie backs you into the bathroom and shoves you facing the mirror, your hands bracing yourself from falling forward. Your core started to ache when Frankie started to manhandle you. 

You drop down to your knees and your hands quickly undo his belt and unzip his jeans, without any hesitation, you giggled when you saw the tattoo on his plump ass. You turn his hips to show you the tattoo better, you lean toward his tattoo and lick his skin. Frankie hisses fisting your hair. "Be a good girl and suck my dick," Frankie's stern tone captures your attention, and drool falls from your swollen lips. You smile up at Frankie opening your mouth, and kissing the tip of his hard cock, "Sweet girl, you like kissing my cock?" Frankie smugly coos, fists your hair, and thrusts down your throat. You gag just a bit then moaned with a mouth full of cock of the man who makes you forget all common sense. Your eyes were stinging from the salt of your tears, your hands caressing his thick thighs, just letting Frankie take control of your body.

Frankie couldn't stop himself from fucking your throat, loving the sounds that spilled out when he pulled his wet hot cock from your whiny mouth. "F-fuck baby...If I'm gonna cum then it's gonna be in your tight pussy," Frankie growls, forcing you back to your feet, you automatically bend over the sink, spreading your legs, on your tiptoes to level with Frankie. He pushes your dress up, giving a breathtaking view of your ass with a black g-string and the thigh highs gripping deliciously on your plump thighs. His thumb brushes over the tattooed skin then slaps your cheek, watching it jiggle. 

"Princess, I need you to your rub your cute little clit for me while I fuck you," Frankie feels guilty for getting you off at least one time by his mouth. His finger slid inside you collecting your wetness and using it to coat his hard cock. His cock notches at your entrance and pushes in without warning.

You reach between your legs, and first, just lightly rub your clit on the palm of your hand, just tease yourself a little bit. "I said touch yourself, little princess," Frankie grunts, pulling himself all the way out and then slamming back into your slicked hole, you let a girlish moan loving how the tip of his throbbing length hits your cervix. Your legs trembled with each thrust, the sweet spot only Frankie can reach being hit and added pressure from the counter right on your pelvis. "Ooh-YES, yes, yes, Frankie baby right there!" You let out the most pornographic scream. Frankie smiling at how fucked out you look in the mirror, eyes crossing, a smile, and tits threatening to spill over the top of your dress. 

Frankie wraps your leg around his waist, forcing you to face him. He presses his hand down on your pelvis whilst fucking deeper into you. The white-hot waves crash through your veins, your juices splash on Frankie's button-up and slacks.

"You're so fucking hot," You slurred, letting your body go limp as Frankie chases his high. "You're so sexy, Frankie...only man for me-" You gasp for a breath as Frankie spills his seed into you, feeling his cock throb and spurt out a lot of pent-up cum.  He looks down and takes in the view of your cum and his mix together leaking out around his still-hard cock and down your thighs and ass. He looks up at you, glistening in sweat and smelling of sex, the vanilla base in your perfume, and the way his cologne smells on you. 

"I love you, Princesa." Frankie kisses your forehead gently as he removes his cock from you. This is the first time he ever used, Princesa. You smile and look at him with such love and happiness. Your eyes twinkled, giving Frankie a look into the galaxy. "I love you, Francisco" 

#frankie morales #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales fluff #triple frontier #triple frontier fic #frankie morales smut #frankie morales x f!reader #pedro pascal #frankie morales angst

[mammon-enjoyer]

B i t e    F o r c e

Featuring: (Yandere) Idia Shroud, Reader (Ungendered), Reader’s Bully

(Sorry if this was short)

Warnings:

Gore, Dog attacks, Reader is Bullied, Torture, Non major character death, 

Word count:  1026 

Description: Idia unalives someone for you but with dogs.

Day 1: Pushed too far

POV: 3rd Person

(Name)rushed out of the classroom, late for Mr. Trein’s class. Why? Because of Floyd Leech’s behavior, he’d unfortunately gotten the idea of creating a new potion which splashed all over Mr.Crewel’s new carpet, and the unfortunate soul having to clean up his mess was his lab partner: (Name).

(Name) ran through the corridors, swerving left and right to reach their destination before crashing into something.

"Oi! The hell are you doing!” The man rudely asked, (Name) recognized his voice immediately: (Bully’s Name).

“Ah…(Bully’s Name), what are you doing here?” 

“Move it loser!” The bully called out before abruptly closing the distance between his hand and (Name)’s face. “Tch, serves you right.” Before (Name) could even retort back; the bully had already moved on and gotten to their class (while (Name) was in shock).

Of course (Name) was angry, but what could they do? Chase the bully? Nah, that’d make them look like the bad guy.

No matter, (Name) moved forward to their classroom - already late as it is.

One hour and 15 minutes later (Name) walked to their next class - finally. And who did they have the pleasure to meet this time? The one and only gamer of the year - Idia Shroud - on his way to get snacks - in secret, of course.

“Oh, hey Idia!” The prefect said, greeting the male. “A-a-ah! (N-n-name)... Um.. uh.. w-what are you d-doing here?” the shy male asked, clearly without his tablet. 

Idia was just going to make an excuse to leave - his hair already getting pinker - but stopped himself when seeing the small bruise on the others face.

“W-who.. who did that?” he asked, nervously but less than before. “Oh, this? (Bully’s Name) did it. I got into a bit of a fight with him earlier.” (Name) stated.

“Oh…” was all that Idia could mutter out of him - his hair changing into a mix between violet and red.

The two of them chatted a bit before Idia left to finally play his game, well, that’s what he told them.

POV: Idia

“Ugh! I just can’t with that loser. They're so f-tier that it’s hilarious!” I grumbled to Ortho - my one true friend - hating on that loser; (Bully’s Name).

He was so f-tier, like seriously even (Anime Character’s Name) is better than them! And I hate that character.

Their so f-tier that they don’t deserve to touch (Name) - only the best SSR character alive, like seriously. How could (Bully’s Name) even hate on them? Their so amazing that any time I talk to them I get butterflies in my stomach - they even get me to say normie stuff like that!

They’re so cool!

…

(Bully’s Name) shouldn’t have even touched them, I wish that was me.

(Bully’s Name) shouldn’t be alive for touching them.

Wait…

“Ortho! Can you get me three Doberman Pinchers?”

POV: 3rd Person

(Name) walked back to Ramshackle Dorm, finally done with their classes. Then they heard something strange, like, screams? No that can’t be it, right?

“Oi (Name), I want to check that out! Maybe there’s food there!” Grim gladly chirped, already on his way there. (Name) couldn’t even yell “wait” before he - Grim - was halfway there. 

“Guess I have to take care of Grim, that rascal…” the prefect said as they followed their cat.

And what they found was not the surprise they were waiting for.

There he was, (Bully’s Name), screaming. Why?

Because there three Doberman Pinschers were eating at his feet.

His body was mangled, head barely visible from the blood pouring from his skull. He has bite marks all over his body. His skull is slightly visible.

He screamed like a banshee, feet slowly peeling off. 

Once the dogs were finished with the feet - the bone showing, blood flooding from all over, his feet hanging on by the thread - the dogs went to his cheeks.

All that the poor boy could say while the dogs were eating his face off was: “H-help” with a bloody nose and blood bubbling up through his mouth, gurgling sounds could be heard from the boy.

(Name) felt a hand on their shoulder, scared they turned around. “Hey (Name), don’t worry, they won’t hurt you no more.” Idia’s tablet talked, Idia himself behind it.

“W-what…?” The prefect could only listen so much to what Idia said, the gurgling sounds in the background drowning out most of his voice. “I’m like a S-tier hero now, right?” Idia chuckled lightly.

Meanwhile the poor bully was being mangled by the dogs. Now having his stomach opened up and eaten alive.

Barely alive he tried to call for help, but no one came. No one cared for this bully, and no one will. 

His intestines were ripped out, eaten by the three dogs. The dogs didn’t care though, didn’t care about how much the boy screamed to whoever to help. They didn’t care when they ripped out his lungs and slowly tore apart the meat, blood flowing out of the poor boy's body.

“Y-you! You did this.” Was all that the prefect could manage to get out. “Yeah, duh. That’s why like in the anime manga (Manga Name) you should marry the hero, like you know, me lol.” Idia muttered out of his tablet, his hair behind it lighting up in a light pink.

“N-no way! You’re a psycho!” (Name) screamed out.

Name pushed Idia away - making him fall down - before running as fast as their legs could hold them.

“Help!” They screamed. 

All that the poor man left on the ground - Idia - could muster up after (Name) left him was; 

“I’ll get you my SSR character. No matter how many pulls I have to do, or how many other monsters I have to defeat.”

Thank you for reading!

Feel free to ask any questions in the comments!

Hope you have a wonderful day.

#twisted wonderland x reader #idia shroud x reader #Yandere #Yandere Idia shroud #yandere character #yandere male #twisted wonderland #idia shroud #bully #dogs #doberman #doberman pinscher

[forabeatofadrum]

El WiWi! Thank you @artsyunderstudy for the tag. I just re-read The Hunger Games after I finished The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes last week and I am gutted. I got really into this series again, since I am following a class on social and political philosophy and it's wild.

Last week I posted something from Just Some Guy and @you-remind-me-of-the-babe and @bookish-bogwitch wondered whose POV it is. At this point I am not sure who knows of my boy Matty Chris D., but it was my boy Matty Chris D., full name Matt Christopher Davis, or also known as MCD. Just Some Guy is Matt's full 8 years at Watford as Simon and Baz's classmate. Aka, it's Snowbaz, from a 3rd person POV of a character who couldn't care less about them. They're more of a nuisance to him.

Since it's completely different from what the fuck Simon and Baz had going on, it gives me some room to add some things to the WOM that was just never important for the plot of Carry On:

I get a job in miss Possibelf’s office, which consists of cleaning and ordering. John decides to work out on the grounds. Leslie and Luis decide to work as kitmen for the football team. Ryan cares for the plants. Arnold helps in the kitchens. Scott also gets an office job, but at the Minotaur’s office. Sam is from a rich family (not an Old one, mind you!) and doesn’t see the need to work. “Do you know if Simon Snow got a job?” Arnold wonders one day. He’s staring at something and when I follow his gaze, I see the usual trio: Simon Snow, Penelope Bunce, and to my dismay, Agatha Wellbelove. (Yes, I am still not over Agatha.) “Dunno, don’t care,” Sam says. “He’s too busy trailing some bunnies, or something,” Luis says. “Hares,” John corrects him, “The Six Hares.” “So, does he have a job?” I ask. John shakes his head. “Makes sense,” Arnold says, “He’s so caught up in the Chosen One shit, I bet he and his friends don’t even know that Watford has jobs!”

Yeah, they probably don't. Y'all can thank @cutestkilla for this again. Matty's job will come back to haunt him.

And now, the weather: @quizasvivamos @coffeegleek @caramelcoffeeaddict @raenestee @tectonicduck @nightimedreamersworld @urban-sith @thnxforknowingme @captain-aralias @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @cerriddwenluna @bookish-bogwitch @confused-bi-queer @that-disabled-princess @special-bc-ur-part-of-it @larkral @cutestkilla ​ @wellbelesbian ​​ @martsonmars ​ @facewithoutheart ​ @shrekgogurt @rockitmans @bitbybitwrites @whatevertheweather @theotherhufflepuff @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion @esilher @kurtsascot @blackberrysummerblog @nightimedreamersghost

#tagged in #wip wednesday #i also had a HUGE idea for dancin' on this bamboo ceiling #but as usual #i am always very very nervous and anxious about publishing for that #especially since it's blaine's POV who feels like the most far removed from my experiences

[atlas-library]

okay so i just wanna ramble about my inuokko fic, raw, since i'm taking years to write anything anyway :D

spoilers kinda?? below the cut?? i'm brainstorming half of it ngl so yeah idk open it at your own risk

the premise is basically this: this is set in japan, in our current decade. yuuta is financially poor, rents a lame apartment and still gets evicted from it. despite the law saying you need to give a 6-month notice, no one would apparently care about poor people (coughs am i being smooth enough with the social commentary coughs), so yuuta is given two weeks to find a new job and a new place to live. keep in mind, yuuta couldn't afford high school (you need to pay for high school in japan), his mom is clearly nowhere to be seen, and he always fails his job interviews.

ofc there's also an entire thing going on with food and sexual desire. yuuta struggles with both, they're linked to the entire story since food is actually used as a metaphor for other topics. ANYWAY this is so messy, i'm not trying to make it sound perfect so whatever.

yuuta does find a job!! he's going to be part of the cleaning staff at the sugawara palace, which is heavily inspired from the palais garnier in france: basically a school for opera singers, actors and ballet dancers, that also hosts actual shows. yuuta can have his own room at the palace, although hidden from the students, and that's just too good of an opportunity to pass on.

during his first day at work, yuuta is ignored by the students and understands there's a world between him and them. there also seems to be some hierarchy going on, but he doesn't try to learn about it. near the end of his shift, when there's only one room left to clean, he sees people inside and checks by the window: it's two persons, fucking inside the room. yuuta is shocked but can't look away; he locks eyes with the person on the receiving end. a violet gaze.

yuuta then realises that if he can see the person's eye colour, it means the person can also see him... and doesn't seem to mind, on the contrary. still, yuuta runs away to another corridor, and eventually hides until they're finished because he doesn't want to lose his job because he didn't clean a room. when he goes back inside the room, he finds a ticket with a qr code on a table. a party, in less than a week.

yuuta shoves it in his pocket, still haunted by the violet gaze.

the violet gaze is obviously toge's. toge and the main cast all have nicknames, since they are/were students at the palace and are/were part of the hierarchy going on.

naoya, former acting student and now toge's sponsor/manager. his nickname is mildew. he gets called like this because of his hair... and he isn't well-liked.

mei mei, former ballet student and now uraume's manager (uraume switched managers). her nickname is midas. she turns everything she touches to gold, a reference to how she made uraume popular again after their original fall.

uraume, former opera student and now one of the most popular and successful opera singers of this generation. their nickname is porcelain, because of their alabaster skin and their doll-like features. still, they're ruthless.

maki, ballet student in her 2nd year, and toge's friend. her nickname is hellhound because of how angry she always is. she's also seen as toge's guarddog.

nobara, opera student in her 1st year. she just arrived at the palace, from the countryside. she got given the nickname voodoo, mostly because she gives bad luck to people (whether on purpose or not).

noritoshi, opera student in his 3rd year. he was originally first on the podium, but toge dethroned him last year (noritoshi was his self-proclaimed mentor). his nickname was icarus, but after toge dethroned him he became vulture.

toge, opera student in his 2nd year. he dethroned noritoshi in his first year, and earned his nickname that way. his nickname is cannibal.

yuuta doesn't have a nickname at first, but toge quickly "claims" him (<- makes him his new pet/distraction), and refers to him as his new "morsel". thus, yuuta's nickname: morsel.

don't expect toge to be kind LOL the setting of the fic basically makes everyone a little bit terrible.

if i weren't lowkey scared of plagiarism (which is ridiculous since i don't even have a big following haha) i would share some notes from future chapters to show rather than tell toge's presence in the fic... but i guess i'll have to make another post about this.

#raw #blabla #brainstorming raw #inuokko #toge #yuuta #maki #nobara #noritoshi

[transformers-mosaic]

Transformers: Mosaic #538 - "Lament"

Originally posted on September 3rd, 2010

Story, Script, Letters - Seb Script - HdE Art - Roy Stiffey

deviantART | Seibertron | TFW2005 | BotTalk

wada sez: This Crosscut spotlight is absolutely the funniest Mosaic I've read in ages. On deviantART, Seb said: “Well, my dictionary defines 'soliloquy' as "the act of a character speaking to himself so as to reveal his thought to the audience" (whereas 'colloquy' would be a regular conversation between 2 parties). Technically, Crosscut doesn't 'speak' here, which makes this a 'monologue' instead of 'soliloquy', but since the piece is all about big words, the latter one sounds way more 'literate' ;p”. HdE added: “With LAST STAND OF THE WRECKERS, Roche and Roberts gave us the horrors of war, musings on insanity, sacrifice, betrayal and a huge helping of death and destruction. With LAMENT, Seb and HdE give their audience... big words. And waffle. Lots of waffle. Mmm... waffles... [...] Our intention here was to put Crosscut over as being far-too-verbose and serious for his own good. But hopefully, you can still feel a pang of pity for him at the end.” See below for a mirrored version of Seb’s full commentary for the strip, originally shared to his own deviantART account, along with clean colors and even an Italian translation.

Now to explain the not-so-pure motivation behind this piece, sigh.... :) Mainly, there are two reasons:

1) I was always amazed (not always positively) by how TF fandom takes pride in (sometimes even competitive) knowledge of insanely obscure trivia, situations and characters from within the franchise. In 25+ years, said franchise has accumulated an insane number of somethings than can, depending on the case in question, be labeled as a character, "character", pitiful excuse for a "character", and pitiful excuse for a word "character". No matter, for as long as someone is "official" (appeared in some officially sanctioned part of the franchise), poor he/she/it "deserves some love", regardless of the fact that 2 minutes of someone's mental effort can result in a MUCH better "character".

This is only partly "derogatory", for I myself indulge in such things. I'm poking fun at myself as well. :D

Now, I knew this had to be pulled of with a Mosaic starring Crosscut - a (let's face it) pitiful excuse for a word "character" who appeared only on 2 panels of a Marvel TF issue from '86, the first one depicting him in a glow of energy while testing the Space bridge, the second one depicting him explode into pieces due to Bridge's faulty fuel line....but one thing had set him apart from all the others "hi-then-die" guys - he was NAMED.

So, the idea was giving that sorry li'l dude a back-story most profound, not knowing what it'll be. And it waited....

2) I had a discussion with HdE about overly serious and over-the-top writing bursting with pathos that can be seen in writing in general, and how a whole lotta NOTHING can be disguised with big, dramatic words. The talk (d)evolved into a hilarious exchange of pretentious and verbose pseudo-poetic ramblings, and thus the idea of Crosscut the Poet was born!

I compiled that pompous mumbo-jumbo, adapted it for the situation, added quite an amount of equally verbose pretentious fillers, distributed it among the panels and sent the draft to HdE. He Shakespeare-ized the ramblings even further (which I didn't think was possible, but it was!), added several additional juicy passages, and VOILA!

All the script needed was master Roy to bring this fragile beauty and innocent vulnerability to life! :)

...and here it is - a blank slate given the deepest depth imaginable. ;)

#Transformers #Transformers Mosaic #Maccadam #Marvel Transformers #Seb #HdE #Roy Stiffey #wada recs #Crosscut #Straxus

[moranice-solvej]

ILY @mitdemadlerimherzen, sometimes you can magically coax my gremlin soul into the light.

Last song: The Dark of You by Breaking Benjamin in the playlist I listen to while working, and Vent'anni by Måneskin from my in-need-of-blorbo-inspiration playlist I blast in my headphones when I brainstorm writing.

Favourite colour: indigo (look, there's a reason this color features so prominently in my writing :D )

Last movie/TV show: Disney+ adaptation of Percy Jackson (thanks bestie for watching with me, I'm having fun <3) and rewatching DreamWorks Dragons for 3rd or 4th time at this point (listen, a gal needs serotonin in these stressful, wretched times)

Sweet, sour or savory: sweet (I have a proper sweet tooth and I'm fortunate I can reasonably control it)

Relationship status: as single as one can possibly get, and pretty confinced my gremlin ass will neither ever figure out how to maintain relationships nor be ready to settle for what people usually have. I've always been built differently and the older I get, the more apparent this becomes.

Last thing I googled: how to remove stains from walls, in Norwegian, and ordering local cleaning appliances from the internet shop. Adulting in a foreign country sure is fun sometimes.

Current obsession: almost finished playing Baldur's Gate 3. Also obsessively deep into writing an almost original story in my fanfic verse for the three new blorbos that stole my heart and stop me from going back to writing the prequel I was knee-deep into writing too last year. *pinched fingers emoji*

#tag game #about me

[writer-kermit]

“Say Click! Take a Pic!”

ʚ No. 20 ɞ - Dialogue SFW/NSFW Prompt

❥ PAIRING: DIEGO ARMANDO x JAKE MARSHALL

❥ GENRE: SMUT

❥ REQUESTED OR SELF-MADE: REQUESTED

❥ W/C: 837

ঞ SUMMARY: When being on parole, Jake Marshall plans to get a job as a professor at law. He then gets an unexpected call from his past colleague Diego Armando (or Godot). I wonder what their conversation might lead too ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).

ᰔ KERMIT'S NOTE: Yes I title this the song from Go Diego Go. Anyways this fic was requested by @ladykailolu Check them out rn 😡😡😡. And if you want request then ask away! If you want a commission, then DM. Enjoy!

ᰔᩚ WARNING: NSFW, Teasing, Swearing, Phone Sex, Sensual Contents. MINORS!!! PLEASE GO AWAY!!!

December 3rd, 12:06 AM.

Jake Marshall’s Apartment

“Alright,” Jake Marshall sighed. “That’s enough probation work for today.” He leaned back on his chair to stretch and rested his head against his cold, wooden dining table.

It was his third parole application for his house arrest trial. It was currently midnight. And yet, it seemed like Jake had been working for centuries. He knew he couldn’t be a detective anymore, so being a college professor was his only hope.

He then sat up again to massage his face. “I can’t give up yet…” He said to himself. Jake then opened his laptop and went back to his documents. He titled his doc “The Strengths and Weakness of Being a College Professor of Law.” He started by grabbing his law reports book.

December 3rd, 1:11 AM.

Jake Marshall’s Apartment

Jake had typed nearly sixteen hundred words in an hour. He got his introduction and his paragraph completed. He smiled at his work and pat himself on the back.

It was the first time in years he felt motivated to write anything, let alone a parole document. While he cleaned up, he heard his phone ring from the living room.

“Now who in tarnation is calling me this late at night?” Jake murmured, pacing to get his phone. He looked at the log to see a familiar name: Diego Armando (Or Godot), Jake’s former colleague.

Ecstatic that Godot called, Jake answered him. “Evening Armando,” Jake exclaimed, “How’ve ya been? You’ve applied for any jobs or hobbies yet?” Godot let a deep sigh before talking, making Jake feel uneasy.

“Evening Marshall…” Godot said. “I’ve been doing well. I got transferred to house arrest and got a job as a barista at the local cafe.”

"That’s great partner. I’m happy for you.” Jake smiled. “Is there anything else you need to tell me? Since it’s one o’clock and all.” Godot was silent for a while but soon clicked his tongue.

“Armando? You alright over there?” Jake asked again.

“Jake, call me on Facetime, please.”

Hold it!

Godot would never call anyone by their actual name unless he’s in a situation. Without hesitation, Marshall called Armando on Facetime. However, he wasn’t expecting Godot not to be in a conundrum.

When Marshall opened Facetime, he witnessed a flushed and embarrassed Godot, just staring at the other man made his face turned warm.

“A- Armando?” Jake hiccupped. “You okay in there? Do you have a fever?” Godot let out a dark chuckle. “I’m feeling better,” he said, “now that I got to see that pretty face of yours.” This made Marshall’s heart beat fast.

“Very funny Armando.” Jake teased, brushing off Godot’s weird behavior. “But I’m serious,” Godot said. “I missed you, Jake. I missed you so much.” “Oh really? How much then?”

Armando only smiled at Marshall’s teasings. He then placed his phone in a stance position and laid back on the sofa.

Although he was wearing his visor, Godot's face was still feverish. He wore a slim green shirt that hugged his muscles and curves almost completely. His grey sweatpants were pulled down to his knees as he revealed his tented boxers.

Marshall gaped at the picture with shock and sudden arousal. “D-Diego!” He screamed, almost dropping his phone. “My lord… Is this what you do when you think of me?” He asked in disbelief. “Not all the time Jake,” Godot replied. “But I couldn’t help myself. I hunger for you, my love.”

Saying this, Armando pulled down his boxers, revealing his leaking cock. “Been repressing myself all day. But after my number one hundred n’ two blend, I just couldn’t take it any longer.” He stroked his shaft for a few minutes before slowly pumping himself.

“Get this on camera. I want ya to save this for later.”

Marshall only stared at Godot, unsure of what to say. Without knowing, he placed his phone down where Godot can see his full body. He watched carefully as Godot continued. “Hahh… You enjoying yourself babe?” Armando groaned, “You enjoying me touching myself to you?”

Marshall was silent, squirming in his seat. The more he watched Godot, the more his body began to heat up. Jake let his fingers wander down to his pants, his fingers caressing his clothed dick.

“Diego…” He moaned quietly. “I know baby. I want you too….” Armando replied, pumping himself faster.

Marshall followed along with Armando. He pulled his pants and boxers and pumped his leaking dick.

“Fuck… Oh my god, Diego… I’m gonna cum.” Marshall moaned.

“Si si mi amor… Let’s cum together, yeah?” Diego hummed. Marshall let out another hefty moan–just before cumming violently. “Oh fuck…” Godot hissed as he ejaculated as well.

December 3rd, 1:47 AM.

Jake Marshall’s Apartment

“Armando,” Jake sighed. “Never knew you felt this way.” “Be honored, my star,” Godot chuckled, leaning back on his sofa. “When I get outta here, I’m gonna fuck the daylights out of you.” Jake only chuckled and parted his hair.

“We’ll see about that, partner.”

#writing #anime smut #ace attorney #ace attorney fic #ace attorney smut #diego armando #aa godot #ace attorney godot smut #jake marshall #jake Marshall fic #Jake Marshall smut #aa fic #aa smut

[licopom]

I redrew my first licopom drawing! It's been about a year since the og one :D (ramblings + a 3rd version of this drawing below the cut)

Okay so I'm actually pretty sick rn at the time of drawing this :( so the new version might be at a slight disadvantage

I did another version of this during the summer, but never shared it because I wasn't as happy with it

I prefer the facial expressions of the first one, and while I think the 2nd one misses the mood the 1st one is trying to convey (can't recall if it's intentional or not) it is a lot cleaner to look at. I think the anatomy has improved somewhat with the third one. It's not as clean as the other two. To be fair I am experimenting with a different style and a new drawing program (from autodesk sketchbook on my phone for the first two, to krita & a drawing tablet)

I think there's a lot to improve with the latest version, so hopefully next year I remember to do this again! Would be fun :D

Anyways. One whole year of brainrotting abt these guys. Never been a big shipping person so I'm surprised at how much I'm into them.

#licopom #licorice x pomegranate

[djonrecovery]

Yo my name is David but i go by DJ. I’m 25 years old from Florida and im here to put my story out there ion know why but I know my girl does social media but ion want her to know im on the social media trend yet now lol. I haven’t had a lot of family in my life that ever wanted me around ya know? I was kicked out and thrown to the streets when I was young and i started picking up drugs forreal and doing every drug I could to mend my pain and to not be angry in life. I kept fuckin up and dropped outta school and started hangin at trap houses with my former friends who are nothing to me now forreal. When I was 21 I went to county jail and fought charges till I was 22. I then got sentenced to Florida state prison for 3 years. I am not proud of it at all man im not. I just turned 25 on the 3rd. I have been out since January 26th. My dad passed away randomly December 19th 2022 in a house fire. Im doin aight I was still locked up so my fam took care of it while I was down still. I came home to nothing and nobody to welcome me home. Shit was hard on me and I hated life and I was down on my luck and had nothing going for me yet. The state of Florida gave me a life insurance check and I was able to get a place of my own now so im trying to work my way back up forreal. I have been clean off of narcotics for a long time now and I do not want to go back to that lifestyle. That lifestyle is for the birds and it aint cool forreal. Im not proud to say that I went to prison at 22 and it aint nothing to brag on forreal I aint trying to do that at all but I wanted to write this and let people know that lifestyle is for the birds and anyone who thinks slangin drugs and thinkin you a gangster like i used to think about myself.. man that shit aint cool and I lost my dad while I was gone bro. I have lost so many friends to drug overdoses while I was gone and I came home to nothing but im building my life back up and I am building my reputation back up to a positive note and changing myself for those that love and to make my dad proud of me. I also have a beautiful girlfriend who I want to make proud of me and I hate that I have made her cry before because she missed me overtime and wanted me to come home. She the strongest woman I know and I am proud of her forreal she is a soldier and I love her to death bruh. I want to use this time to say that narcotics aint cool. Breaking the law aint cool bruh. I thought I was a gangster.. I thought I was cool as hell. I was robbing my friends for drugs so I could get high and ignore my problems and not do shit for myself. Im doing better now and I am sober to this day since I got out of prison January 26th 2023. I have goals I want to accomplish and set and strive for. I want to marry my girlfriend and buy her a ring and make sure she has a dress and that I can make her happy and make my dad proud of me and my family proud of me. I am working right now doing landscaping and construction jobs with 2 of my buddies and striving for me and my girl and making my dad proud of me today. If you think the drug life is cool.. man you aint cool. Losing friends to overdosing aint cool. We in 2023 now.. I have lost 4 years of my life to the drug life, trying to be a gangster, being cold, not caring, all that shit. For what? I don’t even know anymore. But that shit is behind me now and im grown and trying to be someone now and motivate others and finally come on social media with my story. I didn’t want people thinking I was bragging on going to prison or my past at all forreal. Not the point of this but to be able to share my story and my recovery with random strangers lol but to show people man you can beat the odds like I am. I want to be able to share my story with others and show them that bro- there is more to life than that and there’s more on the other side of life now. I want to help others now and show them I changed and inspire others. Not all of us who have to been to jail or prison are bad people. Some of us do change and come back to society as good people.

If anyone out there in the world wants to help donate anything to me for my journey and my goals and things I want to strive for.. bruh let me know. With my dad being gone im on my own and I ain’t got nobody else to help me out so I sit at my house with my babygirl and it’s just us ya know? I miss my pops a lot forreal so if you wanna help me out to surprise my girlfriend and to help me to become a more changed person to society for the better..

Cashapp

* I want to spoil my girlfriend and marry her eventually. I need to get her her ring soon

* bills

* More food in the house

* Electricity bills

* Being able to support myself and my girlfriend

* I want to spoil my girl and make up for lost time that I feel like I owe her

#drug rehab #rehab #drug abuse #rehabilitation #alcohol rehab #prison #my story #Florida doc #prisoner #jail story #I went to prison #I did 3 years in prison #drugs #changed man #recovery #recover #changing #better to society #crowdfunding #cashapp #emergency funds #funds #gofundme #mutual aid #donations #rightful donations #donations post #prison time #county jail time #I went to jail for a year

[inochinoyomikata]

Inochi no Tabekata ch 1-1 Translation

Part #1 水平に落下するペイン Horizontal Falling Down

“Oh, I kill so many bugs and beetles every night. Now I’ll be killed by a hawk. That’s how it is. Oh, it’s hard, it’s hard. I won’t eat bugs anymore and I’ll starve to death. No, the hawk will kill me before that.” 

– “Yodaka no Hoshi” (The Nighthawk’s Star)　Kenji Miyazawa (1)

Chapter 1-1　花はどうして咲くの　How do flowers bloom　Otogiri-Tobi

“Otogiri.”

A teacher with black-framed glasses called out in front of the school gate. Otogiri Tobi just glanced at the teacher and passed by. The black-rimmed teacher once again groaned, "Otogiri..."

"A stiff one, that teacher," The Backpack laughs.

"It's his job." Tobi replied in a low voice.

That teacher has given Tobi life guidance many times since he entered school. Tobi didn't even know the teacher's name because he's neither his class teacher nor a subject teacher.

"Oh, your bag isn't the one specified by the school, oh, your socks are flashy, oh, your bangs are hanging over your eyebrows– why do schools want to put people in a mold?” Baku mumbles.

Tobi ignored him and entered the school building. He changed his shoes at the shoebox.

"Do you remember, Tobi? For more than a year, that teacher bothered you every morning, because you come with the way your hair is, you......”

"Come on. Forget it."

Tobi climbed the stairs and entered the 2nd grade, 3rd class classroom. Tobi’s seat was the third from the front, by the window. He placed Baku on the desk and sat on the chair. Tobi fell down on Baku.

"Would you like to go to school in the morning or would you rather sleep? I don't have anyone to talk to, so I'm available. Why don't you make one or two friends?"

"Baku, shut up..."

"Come on, be careful, Tobi. You'll end up talking to yourself."

"---"

Tobi lowered his voice to the limit and said,

"... I didn't make it to where your voice could only be heard by me in the first place."

"Isn't it fine, even if only you can hear it? Maybe that's what causes you to talk to me."

"...It's rather annoying"

"Huh. Is that so? You think you're cool because you don't have any friends, right?"

"...I don't think so."

"No, I think so. Did you know, Tobi? That’s called narcissism. In Japanese, it's ‘jiko tousui’(2)."

"...Whatever you say."

“Okay.”

“…………”

"I'll tell you,  if you're thinking something like ‘if I keep quiet, he’ll shut up sooner or later,’ you're making a big mistake." Baku sneered, saying, “Kekeke.”

"As long as you're alive, I won't shut up. Don't forget, Tobi. You and I share a common destiny. We're one in the same."

 “I will not forget.” Tobi muttered silently.

I haven't forgotten anything.

"... Well. What would happen if , for example, you were to be put in a fire and burned until you turned to ashes? Sometimes I think about such things..."

"Hey, can you hear me?"

"... you're not hearing anything?"

"Where are my ears?"

"……here we go."

"Hey, what happened to my hearing?"

"... I don't know."

"It's cold. You're a cold guy, you. Your heart is below zero. It's freezing."

I really wish it would freeze. Tobi only thought so in his heart. It's like adding oil to a fire. Baku's nonsense is limited to listening. He knows, but he just reacts. Not enough training.

"...What kind of training is this?"

---

Tobi ate quickly. His school lunches were eaten in seconds. Were seconds too much? But other than bread, he ate it all at once with the momentum moving it into his stomach. Then he quickly cleaned up and left the classroom with the bread. When the staple food for school lunch is not bread, but white rice or noodles, he left the classroom empty-handed.

At first, the homeroom teacher stopped him with a feeling of "Hey, hey, Otogiri...", but as he ignored him, he stopped saying anything.

Today was bread day. And it was a butter roll.

Tobi carried Baku on his back and walked briskly down the corridor.

"You like the butter roll, Tobi?"

"Huh? I don't really like it though?"

"Liar. You're walking too lightly."

"... I don't hate it. I don't like it, not particularly."

The corridor was deserted. Junior high school students were still eating school lunches politely in the classroom. Even so, Tobi kept his voice down just in case.

"Tobi. You've always been more of a fan of bread than rice."

"Either is fine."

“Are you more of a fish person than meat?”

"Seriously, either is fine..."

"Well, what if it's kinako and bean paste?"

"That's bean paste"

"Well, the bean paste? Immediate answer."

"... I don't like powdery things."

"I understand. No, I don’t understand! What do you think I am? I’m a backpack. I've never eaten bean paste or soybean flour."

"I didn’t know..."

"Is there such a thing as saying that? You and I are close, aren’t we?... What kind of relationship is this?"

"I don't know about that..."

"I guess it's a rotten relationship. Yeah."

"Ah. It might be like that."

"Is it rotten, the bond that binds us together? Is there a better way to say it?"

"That's what you said.”

"Correct me there. Tell me it's wrong. I'm sure you'll be lonely."

"I’ll miss you..."

"Just a little?"

Tobi went out into the courtyard. It was sunny today. There were lawns, benches, and flower beds in the courtyard, and it was a busy place during the lunch break. But no one was there yet. It was empty.

"Are you going to do it again?"

Baku said in an exasperated tone.

Tobi put his right, middle, and ring fingers on the pipe that was installed on the outer wall of the school building. On the fitting that holds the pipe in place, to be precise.

He hooked his fingers and the toes of his shoes in the grooves between the other metal fittings, the pipe, and the outer wall, and climbed up smoothly.

"Absolutely not. What's with the idiots and the smoke..."

I don't mind if Baku teases me. In no time at all, they reached the three-story roof, and he thought today wasn't so bad. It was smooth, never getting lost or stuck. It may be a good route to climb.

Actually, you can go to the roof from inside the school building. However, the roof entrance was locked. It was probably for crime and danger prevention. 

If you don't have the key, you can't go up to the roof unless you climb like this.

As far as Tobi knows, no one had gone this far to go up to the roof. Only Tobi had.

The rooftop was flat. Concrete was left on. There are low raised walls on the perimeter. They seem to be a parapet.

Tobi lowered Baku and placed it at his feet and sat on the parapet. He tore open the plastic wrap and took out the butter roll from inside. He took a bite and closed his eyes.

"Is it tasty, Tobi?"

"... Not at all. Is that normal?"

"I don't think it's fair to say that it's really good. You're cynical and cynical."

"Oh, then, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good."

"Don't say it over and over again. That's kind of a lie..."

"That's why it's normal."

"Which do you prefer, Koppepan or a butter roll?"

"The butter roll"

"See?"

"... See what? What is it?"

"Do you need an explanation?"

Tobi ate the butter roll in three bites and looked at the light-colored sky and broken clouds. He quickly got bored and turned around to look at the school building.

The middle school building that Tobi attends is U-shaped, with a courtyard in the concave part. Tobi is on the roof of the special classroom building, and on the other side was the classroom building. The first floor of the classroom building was for third graders, the second floor was for second graders, and the third floor was for first graders.

A chime rang, signaling the start of lunch time. After the lunch break started, students came out one after another in the corridor of the classroom building facing the courtyard.

Occasionally, about one in ten students, perhaps even fewer, has a strange object on their head or shoulder.

Even if he sees them, Tobi doesn't turn his head wondering what it is.

For example, three female students walking together in the corridor on the second floor. He doesn’t even remember their names, but all three of them are students in Class 3, 2nd grade, just like Tobi.

One of them, the girl in the middle, has a bat-like creature clinging to her back.

He can't rule out the possibility that she has such a strange pet that she dotes on and brings to school.

However, this wasn't the first time Tobi had seen that creature. He saw it in his classroom. Or rather, that creature was always attached to her.

---

Yet no one, teachers nor students, talk about the creature.

It seemed that she herself was unaware of the creature's existence.

"Weird," Tobi muttered quietly.

"Huh?" Baku replied immediately. "What's wrong?"

"No, nothing really."

"No, no. You said it was weird, didn't you? You said it clearly, because I could hear you perfectly. So? What's wrong?"

"... Well, if I had to say it, it would be you."

"Huh? What's wrong with me?"

"Aren't you aware?"

"You!"

"Eh ──?"

Tobi looked down at the courtyard. It wasn't Baku who called out "you!" in a loud voice.

A man in work clothes is looking up at Tobi. He’s  a janitor at this school.

"……me?"

When Tobi pointed at himself, the janitor shouted, "It's you! No matter how you think about it, it's you! Because there's no one but you!"

"Ah... well, that's right."

"That's right, it's not...!"

He looks younger than most teachers. It may be the structure of his face itself, but he was always smiling and unnecessarily amiable. Every time they met in the school, he greeted Tobi, and even though Tobi ignored him because he was annoying, he still talks to him without learning.

"You know, Otogiri-kun, the rooftop is off-limits!? Or rather, it's been that way for a long time, you know? Sometimes you’re on the roof! It's strange, but how did you get up!? It's locked! I'm checking it all the time! By any chance, do you have a spare key!?"

"I don't have a duplicate key."

"That so! If you made a duplicate key on your own, it would be a big problem! Anyway, get off at once!"

"You mean jump off?"

"Not like that!? No, definitely not! Oh no, Otogiri-kun, stay there! I have a lot to ask you, so I'll go there!"

The janitor ran towards the school building. He must’ve been going to the staff room to get the key or something, and get to the roof via the stairs.

"What are you doing, Tobi?" Baku asked with a half-smile.

“No matter what—” Tobi picked up Baku. "I won't wait. It's troublesome."

"That so."

"I really liked it here, but..."

Tobi sighed and stepped over the parapet. It takes at most 10 seconds for Tobi to descend to the courtyard along the outer wall. Naturally, by the time the janitor arrives at the roof, Tobi isn't there.

---

After school, Tobi was summoned by his homeroom teacher, Mr. Harimoto, and was told to sit in a chair in the staff room for instruction. He didn't know the specifics of the instructions. It was most likely about the rooftop, but Tobi ignored almost everything Harimoto said. Not all. Almost everything.

"Are you listening, Otogiri? Answer me." Harimoto confirmed once every few minutes. Only then would Tobi answer with "yes" or "I'm listening."

Harimoto was around forty years old and wore a red jersey unless there’s a formal occasion. Because of his surname, Harimoto, and the fact that he has short hair that stands on end and is hardened with hair styling products, he seemed to be called "Hedgehog" in the shadows, or "Harii" affectionately(3).

"As your teacher, I do not want to be bothersome like this. But, Otogiri. It's the bare minimum. There are rules in society that must be followed."

When Harimoto finally finished lecturing and left the staff room, it was already past 4:30 pm.

"Kek!" Baku grumbled vaguely.

"It's so damn long and drowsy, Harii. I'm tired of being silent."

"Don't call him Harii..."

Tobi left school in a hurry. He was hurrying for a particular reason, but Tobi doesn't have the habit of walking leisurely. Walk slowly with long strides, or walk fast. It's basically one or the other.

"How to walk. Race walking?"

After being bothered by Baku, Tobi involuntarily loosened his legs in front of the school gate.

"...shut up"

"You're impatient. Why don't you spare more time and live calmly?"

"That's why you should shut up..."

Tobi looked at his watch. It takes fifteen minutes on foot to reach the facility. It's less than an hour until curfew. Because of Harimoto’s lecture, he has about 40 minutes of free time left. Even if Tobi were to take a bus to the area where he used to live, it would take twenty minutes to get there from here.

"...Is it not possible today?"

He had just arrived at the school gate when he was frustrated..

The height of the school gate is less than two meters. It's easy to climb, but it doesn't make him feel better. Tobi kicked the tiled school gate and jumped up with that momentum.

"──Sshi"

Involuntarily, Tobi made a small fist pump. As intended, he was able to stand on top of the school gate without using his hands.

"Tobi, you know? There are rules in society that must be followed?"

Baku laughed and quoted the lecture from Harimoto. Tobi tried to retort, but forgot what he was trying to say.

There was a female student on the other side of the school gate. looking up at Tobi.

"ah……"

She had long hair tied up in a bun and sharp features, and seemed familiar.

Or rather, a classmate.

Unusually for Tobi, he also remembers her name. It's a slightly unique surname, so he remembered it just by looking at the character once.

Her last name was Shiratama.

Her first name is also somewhat unique, written as ‘Tatsunoko’(4) and read as ‘Ryuuko.’

Shiratama Ryuuko seemed surprised, and blinked several times.

It surprised even Tobi. Why was Shiratama in a place like this? There was no one near the school gate. Tobi had assumed that surely no one was there. Someone has been there. Moreover, a girl in the same class, instead of anyone else.

Tobi filled his mouth with air and pulled his lips together.

 What should I do?

Baku doesn't say anything. Say something at a time like this, Tobi thought so from the bottom of his heart. It doesn't matter if it's a silly thing, a mockery, or a boring joke, just say something. When Baku speaks, only Tobi can hear it.

Why is Shiratama also silent?

Awkward.

Tobi looked closely at Shiratama for the first time. He had the impression that she had a sharp face, but her eyes, nose, and mouth weren't particularly large. It's not unusually small. It's not crooked or one-sided. Everything that should be in place is in place, and there is not a single distorted part. Even if you look at it for a long time, you will never feel uncomfortable. It is a form that you will never get tired of seeing.

It's not for that reason, but Tobi was staring at Shiratama.

He couldn't look away, as if she was staring at him or something.

To be honest, Tobi was embarrassed. If so, he should turn away, but somehow he couldn’t.

What is this?

"What time is it?"

"Hey...!"

At that time, someone raised their voice from afar. It was that janitor.

"Get off the school gate! Or rather, Otogiri-kun! Isn't that you again...!"

It was as if the janitor's yelling had lifted the spell. Tobi turned around. The janitor brandished a broom in front of the school building’s entrance.

"Excuse me"

The janitor jumped up when Tobi lightly bowed his head.

“You just got scolded by Harimoto-sensei, but you haven’t regretted it at all, have you?”

"Even though I'm sorry..."

Tobi jumped from the school gate. He felt like the janitor was chasing him, so he hurried away from the school gate.

When he turned around two corners, no one was there. Tobi stopped running.

"That janitor is sluggish..."

"Looks like you've been completely targeted." Baku laughs, kuhehe. Tobi frowned.

"I want you to make an excuse."

"You can talk to him directly, not me."

"What should I say?"

"That's right. An example, ‘I’m a pitiful second-year junior high school student who is all alone in the world and is just doing his best to live a healthy life without running into delinquency, so please leave me alone’?"

"I don't feel sorry for myself, though."

"Isn't it a convenience? Is being alone for the rest of your life enough to make you look pathetic?"

"Almost. I'm not alone for the rest of my life."

"Ah?"

"I have a brother."

When Tobi brought up his older brother, Baku mostly kept his mouth shut. Baku does not know Tobi's older brother. Tobi met Baku after he and his brother parted ways.

Looking at his watch, it was 4:40 p.m. He should arrive at the facility just before the 5:30 curfew. Tobi decided to take a little detour.

Even though it's called a detour, Tobi ​​just takes a detour and just walks. He wanted to avoid spending money as much as possible. He didn’t have enough money to waste to begin with.

At the facility where Tobi is enrolled, junior high school students receive an allowance of 3,000 yen a month. Tobi didn’t know if the 3,000 yen was too much or too little. However, if once in a while he takes the bus, 220 yen for one way and 440 yen for round trip will blow through it at once.

The money runs out in no time. In case of an emergency, you will be in trouble if you don't have something with you. If you don't want to be in trouble, don't spend money as much as possible.

That's why Tobi has never been to a hamburger shop or a donut shop. He tries not to go to convenience stores as much as possible because he thinks he might accidentally buy unnecessary things.

I don't hate walking.

Even though it’s limited to situations where there are no people around, he is also able to talk to Baku."

At least it's not boring.

"I have free time," Baku sometimes says things like he read Tobi's mind. "I'm basically just being carried on your shoulder."

"Do you want me to throw you?"

“Even if you make a mistake, you wouldn’t do that, would you?”

"If you flew in the sky, it might be fun."

"You know, you can't say that when you can't be thrown. You don't know the meaning of the word 'fly' even though you're ‘flying(5)’, do you? Now check it out in a dictionary. Check it out today. There's no mention of being thrown in the place.”

Tobi went from the street into the alley and out onto the street again. He thought he had never been around the corner before, so he tried to go around it. But it was a misunderstanding, and it was a road he knew. He had been walking around the school for over a year now. There are probably very few roads he hadn’t set foot on.

The junior high school that Tobi attends is in the district called Ourai-district, and the facility is in the neighboring district called Asakawa-district.

A river named Asakawa flows through the Asakawa-district. The river is wide, but the water is so shallow that you can walk across it unless the water level is rising due to rain.

"However, Tobi, don't you think it's an easy name? Asakawa is a shallow river (6)..."

"It's easy to understand, isn't it?"

"It’s an emotion."

Tobi walked along the bank of Asakawa carrying a backpack that cheekily talked about his emotions.

There is a tent village on the riverbed of Asakawa. It was just called a tent village, there were few tents used for camping. In reality, it's full of shacks made from plastic sheets and scrap wood. Also known as Asakawa Den. Den seems to be a word that means a burrow, a stronghold, or a cave.

Keep away from Asakawa's tent village.

Local children are taught that. In elementary school, junior high school, and facilities, all the adults say so. Sometimes it was said that it was dangerous there. Tobi has never entered the tent village, Asakawa Den. Sometimes he just looks at it from the bank like this.

It's not a particularly scary place.

The residents of Asakawa Den are probably not wealthy. Some people are not well dressed. But there are decent people too.

Once, when he broke the curfew and walked around this area at night, the residents of Asakawa Den surrounded a bonfire of oil drums. He didn't know how they lived. But he heard laughter. They were cooking something, eating and drinking and chatting happily.

People seemed to be having fun, but Tobi felt a little weak.

It was nice to see it from afar. He just didn't want to get too close.

"Tobi, you have a communication problem. You should fix it."

"It's not like that."

“Are you serious?”

"I just feel tired when I'm with people."

"No matter how tired you are or whatever it is, humans are social animals. You can't live alone. You have to learn to be patient."

"Baku is saying something decent..."

"I'm a great backpack, and I can talk about nonsensical things if I feel like it."

"Your habit..."

Asakawa flows from north to south. Tobi turned his back on the setting sun and began to cross the bridge over Asakawa.

Although the roads were getting crowded, the sidewalks were refreshing. Tobi suddenly climbed onto the railing of the bridge.

"Well, that’s like you..." Baku said in amazement. Tobi walked on the parapet without hesitation.

"Don't fall"

"How is it? Don't you know the words ‘let your guard down’?"

"I know that much, but I'm not letting my guard down."

"I'm used to it, so I'm fine, but I guess it is high up. You know, I'm scared, but I'm used to it. Only those who think they're okay will have an accident."

“Why are you so cautious?

"Careful. I'm naturally thoughtful."

"I was born..."

"Is that bad?"

"It's not bad at all. I was wondering how Baku was born."

"Ah? That's you──..." Baku groaned and thought.

Tobi remembers that man. A tall, one-eyed man in a top hat. That man left his backpack in front of Tobi. But Baku doesn't seem to understand what happened before he started talking.

Tobi stopped and turned to face the river. When he sat down on the railing, he felt as if his shoes would fall off because he didn't have anywhere to step with them.

"Hey, Tobi. If you do that here, you'll look like someone about to jump off."

"I won't jump down. Even if I fall, it's down to the river. I can swim."

"But it's shallow. It’s only the Asakawa."

"It's okay."

"Be careful, okay?"

"Yes."

Tobi nodded and shook his body back and forth. Baku made a noise.

"Hey! Come on, you told me you'd be careful...!"

"I won't fall from this much."

"You don't know!? That's exactly what you need to be careful about!"

"Don't let your guard down. It's on purpose."

"Right. On purpose. On purpose. Don't do it on purpose. Don't do it. Never do it."

"If you tell me not to do it..."

“Don’t pretend.

"Eh..."

“Isn’t it about time for curfew anyway?”

"Well, yes."

"Don't you want to go home?"

Tobi pretended not to have heard and didn't answer Baku's question.

Baku laughs.

"You don’t like that facility."

"I don't like it... I don't like it"

"Other residents say whatever they want and call the facility 'our facility', but you're different. You don't think of the facility as your own home. You just can't believe it."

Tobi dangled his legs. Before he knew it, his back was quite rounded and he was looking down. He couldn’t bring himself to straighten his back. He didn't want to face forward or upward.

"... it's not about the facility, it's just--"

"It’s just?"

"It just doesn't fit"

"Huh. What?"

"People."

"In short, you hate people."

"It's not that I don't like it. It just doesn't suit me. That's what you're saying."

"You're a troublesome bastard."

"Shut up..."

"By the way, Tobi."

"Hmm?"

"Did you notice?"

"What?"

"Right here"

"Huh? What?"

"There she is"

"Where?"

Tobi looked up.

He looked to his right and then to his left.

Only about a meter away from Tobi—of course, not on top of the railing, but under it, on the sidewalk of Asakawa Bridge, was a female student.

The girl was wearing the uniform of the junior high school that Tobi attends. She had an awfully sharp face. She had her long hair tied up in a bun.

"... Eh ──"

It was kind of funny.

It’s similar to the incident before. A while ago, or just a while ago.

Shiratama Ryuuko was staring at Tobi. Her eyes weren't wide open, but her gaze was as if she's trying to grasp the target firmly and tie it down. The target was Tobi.

A long time ago, when Tobi was younger, the teacher at the facility warned him to look him in the eye when he spoke. As instructed, Tobi looked into the teacher's eyes. Then, for some reason, the teacher didn't look into Tobi's eyes. The teacher looked at Tobi's nose and mouth.

Looking straight into someone's eyes is kind of intimidating.

Some kind of book in the facility said that cats dislike making eye contact with humans. A blunt stare was usually a sign of hostility.

But Ryuuko Shiratama just seems to be observing Tobi. Was she looking at Tobi as if he was a rare creature? She was trying to find out in detail what kind of shape Tobi had and what kind of ecology it was. That was the look in her eyes.

What was this person?

She was there earlier.

She’s here again.

Is it just a coincidence? He wouldn't say it's impossible, but it was strange. A strange story.

Or rather, scary.

Tobi wanted to run away. If he hadn't sat on the parapet, he might have started running without looking back. That's it. Run away You can stand up and run over the parapet, or you can go down. If you want to escape, you can escape now. Why doesn't Tobi do that? Tobi himself doesn't know. It was the same at the school gate. When Shiratama was staring at him like this, he couldn't look away for some reason.

At the same time as Tobi said, "Um," Shiratama called Tobi's name, "Otogiri-kun."

"Yes," Tobi nodded involuntarily. "... Huh? What?"

"Do you know me?" Shiratama asked, still staring at Tobi. She hadn't blinked in a while. Doesn't it make your eyes dry and painful? He was so curious about that.

"I know...but... Shiratama-san, right? We're in the same class. Shiratama, Ryuuko."

"So you do recognize me. Who I am."

Shiratama finally blinked twice, three times.

Then she lifted her chin slightly, narrowed her eyes, and slightly lifted the corners of her lips.

"Good. I thought you weren't interested in other people."

"... I'm really not interested, though."

"You’re not?"

Now she rounded her eyes and pursed her mouth. When the expression changed, Ryuuko became another Ryuuko. And yet she was her.

"Then how do you know me?"

"That's... the name is a bit weird?"

“Because it’s a combination of Shiratama and Ryuuko, it’s often said.”

"Yes... maybe. Well--"

"Tobi," Baku laughed, "heh, heh. Isn't it unusual that you're talking to your friends at school?"

‘It's not like we’re friends.’ Tobi was about to say something back. But Tobi guessed Baku was making fun of him by saying that on purpose. Besides, he can't yell at the Backpack to shut up in front of Shiratama.

"It's true that my name is so common—"

Tobi suddenly noticed something strange.

Shiratama didn't stare at Tobi. Although she was looking at Tobi, her gaze was not focused on Tobi. What was Shiratama looking at?

It was the backpack that Tobi carries with the strap on his left shoulder. Shiratama is looking at Baku.

"... What's wrong, Tobi?" Baku let out a suspicious voice.

Tobi didn't answer and put Baku back on his back and pulled him close to his body.

"Well, there is... a name... I mean... huh? What...?”

Shiratama didn't reply. She stared at Baku.

"Wha──"

Baku began to panic.

"Wh-who is this woman? Well, no way, it's about me..."

"It's me," Shiratama opened her mouth. She still didn't want to take her eyes off the bag. “I want to talk to Otogiri-kun.”

"...Ambushed."

For a moment, Tobi didn't know what was going on. Thinking back, he understood.

"Ah... just now, at the school gate?"

"Yes," Shiratama agreed without looking at Tobi. “But Haizaki-san got mad and ran away, so I chased after you.”

"...Haizaki-san?"

"Our School Janitor"

"That's that person’s name. Haizaki..."

“Mr. Haizaki never fails to say hello to anyone, and he also casually accepts small talk. He is a very friendly person.”

"Heh..."

To Tobi, it doesn't matter. The name and personality of the janitor. It's not like he cared.

Rather than that, why was Shiratama ambushing Tobi? Why did you bother chasing me? What do you want to talk about? Then Shiratama was still staring at Baku. I can't help but worry about that.

“──So… Shiratama-san, do you have something for me… do you have something to do?”

"No business, no ambushes, no chasing here," Shiratama finally looked at Tobi instead of Baku and smiled.

Tobi put his face down. He just hung my head. Then he lifted his head. Tobi looked up at Shiratama and stared at her.

"That," Shiratama raised her right hand and pointed. "About the bag."

"... Eh... Baku...?"

"Baku," Shiratama said so and tilted her head.

"Bag? Baku? Because it's a bag, it's B-A-G (7). Correct, it's a bag?"

"Ah... um, I'm not very good at English..."

Tobi started calling Baku ‘Baku’ because Baku called himself ‘Backpack’.

It was a long time ago, so he didn't remember the details of the exchange. But from what he recalled, Tobi asked, "What are you?" and Baku replied, "I'm a backpack." Or it might have been “It's Backpack-sama”. Anyway, ‘Backpack’ is long and a little hard to describe, so he called him ‘Baku’ for short.

"... my Baku, no... uh backpack... a bag. Um, so, my bag... not a Baku... ugh. What's wrong with my bag...?"

“Otogiri-kun, you often talk with that bag, don’t you?”

“With the bag—”

Tobi nearly fell off the parapet.

"Wha-aa, with the bag? Me? Huh, you say I’m talking, eh? Wha, why? No, I don't talk, but...?"

“Are you good at ventriloquism?” Shiratama indifferently asked a strange question.

"ventrilo..."

Tobi considered ventriloquism.

 Wait. It was impossible. Or rather, it's funny. To suddenly challenge ventriloquism that he’d never done before. He couldn’t do it anyway. No need to try here.

"... I don't have any experience with ventriloquism."

"Then, who is the voice other than you who is talking to you?"

“I…other than—”

"Hey, Tobi..."

Baku whispered in a low voice.

"It looks like she heard my voice. . . . She’ll find out."

"That voice," Shiratama nodded. "Correct. I know."

Is she serious? Tobi didn't just think so.

"... Are you serious?" He muttered out loud.

Shiratama puffed out her chest and filled her well-proportioned face with a smile in full bloom as if it were decorated with colorful flowers.

"I’m serious."

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(1) Parts 1-3 have text at the beginning coming from famous stories. For this one, I had to use a Google Translation because I couldn’t find an official translation of the story.

(2) Put what Google Translate said those characters sounded like. Originally, he says「ナルシシズム」 (narushishizumu) then the Japanese term.

(3)  “Harii” (written originally as 「ハリー」)　is shortened from 「ハリネズミ」 (harinezumi) means hedgehog

(4)  Its written here as 「龍の子」or “dragon’s child”

(5)「飛」, the kanji for Tobi’s name, meaning “fly.”

(6)「浅川」Asakawa is made of the kanji for ‘shallow’ and ‘river’.

(7) She spells it out 「ビーエージー」(“bii-ee-jii”) here.

#inochi no tabekata #Inochi no tabekata translation #e ve

[leporidetum]

*cracks knuckles* Yekui: #4 #15 #22 Wyen #8 #12 #22 Bezaliel #1 #10 #38 (I'd ask more stuff but I think this already is too much) Also, if you want, for yourself, of any of they three: D) G) H)!!! Have fun ;0

Oh boy. (I don’t think anyone else would be asking though, so don’t worry…!)

Answers ahead. Contains spoilers/undeveloped lore hints/out of context bits?

Yekui’s turn

#4 How easy is it to earn their trust?

On a scale from 1-10, with 10 being the hardest, he’s around 8. But if Wyen talked to the person first and introduced him to them, it's around 4.

#15 How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

Yekui’s dictionary is a jarring mash between street language and medical vocabs. He reacts quickly as a former mercenary and more analytically as an actual doctor. He typically waits for a bit and read the person he’s talking to before saying anything, though this is more instinctive than consciously done.

#22 How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)?

Yekui shows evident disdain towards the person/thing he feels threatened by with passive aggressiveness and will pick a fight when confronted.

Wyen's turn

#8 What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child

As a child… most often told to stop eating raw insects. But that’s because her mentor (who was a Constructed/Automaton) didn't know that common insects contain nutrients important to young Epluuan Hounds and didn't include them in their food.

#12 How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

She grabs a writing utensil closest to hand to reach it. If there isn’t one lying around, she distract herself until she forgets it...

#22 How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)?

Wyen likely has some form of alexithymia regarding jealousy (and envy as well)... She becomes emotionally confused/depressed and unproductive.

Bezaliel’s turn

#1 What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

Provided that there is actually **nothing** to do, maybe years... The satellite sits in a state close to hibernation and replays everything he experienced thus far in his head.

#10 What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

Choir members, with the exception of Nilcleus, cannot lie. But of course, there are situations where Beza is unable to tell the truth. The silence would haunt him instead... Waiting to develop this actually!

#38 What memory do they revisit the most often?

Feeling of a puppy’s head leaning against his knee, the sounds of a keyboard typing away, sunlight falling through linen curtains with a bloodstain that didn’t get cleaned in time and will never be washed off now.

My turn

D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?

You know where the case with Wyen and Yekui started... Orikero -> anthros 1st try (dog and bird) -> anthros 2nd try (primordial Epluuan hound and cat) -> anthros 3rd try (cat and cat)-> anthros current try (dog and cat)

Beza had an outfit and wing style change but that was about it!

G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most?

Yekui: substance abuse

Wyen: capable of acts of cruelty

Bezaliel: naïvety

H) What trait do you admire most?

Yekui: knows exactly what he wants

Wyen: calmness, ability to reflect/act on past actions

Bezaliel: curious, adaptive

Forgot to add, thanks for asking pal...!

#ask #oc questions #Faeconchology #Seek and Be Found #Di's tattles #long answer #Wyengarr #Yekui #Bezaliel #things you shouldn't care about #keep scrolling

[sanhatipal]

Year end review(I'm just shortening the post Tumblr gave me)

That's 4 more posts than 2021!

I posted 61 times in 2022

50 posts created (82%)

11 posts reblogged (18%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@sanhatipal

@bemused-writer

@dailyfigures

@popopretty

I tagged 58 of my posts in 2022

Only 5% of my posts had no tags

#traditional art - 12 posts

#my art - 11 posts

#my crafts - 11 posts

#youtube - 9 posts

#pandora hearts - 7 posts

#merch - 6 posts

#vanitas no carte - 6 posts

#my merch - 5 posts

#shadows house - 5 posts

#halloween - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#it's even wilder considering that i have disassembled and cleaned it many times afterwards and none of the other colours were clogging it

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Chloe Silver witch

I was on a roll yesterday,so here's the 3rd out of the 4 things I did😅

143 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

#4

Aisling

You must go where I cannot..Pangur Bán, Pangur Bán.

Fanart of The Secret of Kells. Watercolor pencils and ink on paper. I wanted to make a mix of my artsyle and the very stylized swirly style of the movie. Also...I'm not very good at drawing fur,but I tried!

172 notes - Posted May 1, 2022

#3

Luna

The moon tore through the paper and made me suffer(thank God for matte mediums and chalk pastels)

176 notes - Posted February 20, 2022

#2

I coloured the illustrations of the 15th anniversary book,it took the life out of me :"D

(feel free to use,I don't mind,since it's my colouring but not my own drawing)

Scans by @/sizu4950

With text:

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300 notes - Posted May 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

"Malnomen : Naenia"

I tried to make her look unsettling as best as I could

See the full post

486 notes - Posted February 15, 2022

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#year in review #I'm so glad my top post is Naenia #it's all VnC and PH it makes me happy #now to check my sideblog too #long post #for those wondering the longest tag was about airbrush cleaning of all things #funny...the airbrush is clogged again and sitting in my bathroom for 3 weeks because I'm too tired to clean🙃