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bwabys-scenarios · 4 months

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Cherub(NSFW)

Illumi x Chubby!Reader

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Illumi absolutely adores his cute, chubby little wife.

You weren't someone his parents approved of, but they were at least glad he finally chose someone to wed.

You were his everything, and he'd be damned if he didn't get to have you by his side. Your plump figure was one of fascination to him. He had grown up rather thin, now tall and lean, so the contrast between the textures of your bodies was something he rather enjoyed.

When he had you sprawled beneath him, his digits buried in your pussy, he couldn't help but use his free hand to gently squeeze and pinch the fat on your stomach and hips. Your soft flesh was heavenly to him, you were his plump little angel, his cherub.

"My darling..." he purred, his eyes narrowed in delight as he gazed down at your flustered face. The way you panted and squirmed every second his fingers were buried in your wet cunt made his pants tight.

"Lumi... Luml please..." you whined, your chubby cheeks puffing out in a pout. He smiled, finding your pouting endearing.

"Please what, my angel?"

Your cheeks heated up further, and you had to bury your face in the crook of his neck so you could speak.

"Please... I want you..."

He was hoping you'd ask for his cock, but he eased up his teasing. You were the cutest thing he'd ever seen, and he'd give his darling wife whatever you wanted.

"Of course... I'm all yours, love."

He stared down in amusement as he pulled the waistband of his pants down, letting his cock settle on your tummy. "You want it? Do you?"

You nodded, not able to take your eyes off of him. "Y-yes... please..."

He traced his fingers along your plump hips, gently holding onto them as the top of his cock rubbed agaisnt your sensitive bud. You mewled, your nails lightly digging into his back as he guided his cock to your right hole, pushing in until he bottomed out.

Illumi didn't talk much during sex, usually fucking into you like an animal due to his inexperience, but this time he put his hand over your chubby tummy as he thrusted gently.

"My sweet wife... it's about time you give me a child..."

He groaned at the thought of your belly swelling with his child, it was enough to have him pound into you.

"L-Lumi!"

He took one of your nipples into his mouth, nibbling softly on the perky bud and he filled you to the brim with his cum, only to fuck it out of you and start all over again.

Within the next few months, your belly was swollen, and your in-laws were quite happy to know Illumi would soon have an heir.

He didn’t stop then though. He made you to keep you nice and full of his cum constantly. Illumi was a possessive creature, and to know you were stuffed full of his seed at all times soothed his soul.

You sat on his lap, his cock buried in you as you yawned softly. Having him inside you was quite comforting, it was the closest you two could get, the ultimate union of your bodies.

“Lumi… what are you hoping for? A boy or a girl?”

He kept his hand over your swollen belly, rubbing with the skilled hands of an assassin. “… preferably a boy, to carry on my bloodline.”

That was what he had been taught. A boy was preferred, but…

“… you want a girl, don’t you?” you said with a smile, feeling him twitch inside of you.

He didn’t answer, simply resting his chin on your shoulder. “A healthy child with powerful nen.”

You giggled, kissing his cheek. “Mhm… whatever you say, Lumi.”

The excitement of knowing his child was growing inside of you made him grab at your hips, guiding them up and down the length of his cock. “Shh…”

The head of his cock met your spongy g-spot, making you clench around him deliciously. “G-gonna-“

The feeling of your walls closing in on his cock when you came had him spilling into your cunt, his teeth lightly biting down on your neck.

Even after giving you yet another creampie, he still kept you sitting pretty on his cock, letting you rest in his arms.

He felt love for you so grand it nearly debilitated him. You were his everything, and soon, your child would be too.

Illumi placed a kiss on your temple as you dozed off, his cock being kept nice and warm, nestled in your cunt.

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emojellyace08 · 9 months

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Lookism Men x Female! Reader (When you sit on their face)

Genre: smut/lemon🍋 Slight warning: face sitting, eating out, fingering, squirting/cumming overall NSFW CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP! (reader is female).

Vin Jin (Vin Ho Bin)

I just realized that I haven't wrote anything for him lmao, so here's for the Vin Jin simps.

He's here for it. Vin doesn't care if you're heavy or not he can god damn lift anyone with just one hand (in previous/latest chapter) so he wouldn't have a problem with you sitting on his face (And another thing his sunglasses stay on his face while eating you out which can be weird lol. Unless if you're super close with him and in an established relationship he may probably remove it off for you to feel more comfortable).

He would be the one to suggest it tbh. And he would tease you for it when you're shy about it. "C'mon Y/N it will be fun, don't tell me you're shy." "VIN JIN!". He will also dirty talk between oral sex while fingering you. "Fuck Y/N, you're so fucking wet for me. I could slip my cock inside of you if you're like this. You like that right?"

He really likes fragile and soft girls, so he'll definitely get a hard on when he fucks you just by using his mouth. He'll humiliate you in any ways. With his mouth, cock or fingers he's super good with it.

Vin likes doing it on the couch or bed so he feels more comfortable when eating you out while you squish his face. He's definitely the type to tease your entrance and clit then his tongue would turn into Flash real quick.

Also laughs and smirk at you when you squirm and rub your pussy against his mouth when you're close to cumming. He would lick every inch of you until you can't walk anymore honey ;).

Jace Park (Park Bum Jae)

Contrasting Vin's confidence in sexual activities, he would be definitely be 100% nervous about it. If he's too shy and flustered about kissing or hugging someone, what more in sex?

This man is devoted for Burn Knuckles all his life and hasn't thought about getting a girlfriend. But if you managed to win his heart and trust, he would be more clingy especially in private (but he's still nervous crossing that line y'know).

He would prefer trying other sexual activities like you giving him the head or fingering you. But after some trial and errors, couple of times doing it and exploring his kinks and what he doesn't like, he might even suggest or initiate about the idea.

Jace is 100% worried that you'll crush him with your weight lmao (not body shaming but don't blame him he never done anything like this before).

He would prefer doing it on the bed since it's more comfortable when he's lying down. And the first time you both tried it, he's experimenting on his actions if he's making you satisfied while being cautious. He's overall giving you kitty licks and he's softly sucking on your clit. He would also be a little bit surprised if you squirted on his face lmao.

After some practice and patience, Jace would definitely learn about sex and what makes it pleasurable which will make up to his inexperience.

Goo Kim (Kim Joon Goo)

A god damn menace, he wouldn't even let you cum!

He really likes teasing you a lot even when it's not about making out in the bed and fucking. Like Vin he's super confident about his oral skills. He would be the first to suggesting it especially if you're shy about it (would also tease you which will tick you off lol). And if you requested him to sit on his face, he would also tease you lmao but he'll obey you nonetheless.

Also likes doing it neither on the couch or bed. He would definitely give you lots of kitty licks, teasing you on purpose while you squirm and cry about being overstimulated "G-Goo! Stop teasing me!" "C'mon baby patience. I'm doing my best here. Fuck you' taste so good".

If you told him to go faster, he'll go slower and vice versa (this bitch). He'll even laugh at your reactions and noises that you make, adding vibration on your core (Istg this man). "Fuuckkkk, Goo!" "You look so cute when you squirm, you want me to fuck you with my mouth right? Such a good girl".

Goo really likes it when you ride on his face while he eats you out. He feels more aroused when you rail on his mouth. He also doesn't give you warnings if he'll go faster. He wants to tease and shock you to the core just by using his mouth. He also wonders if you'll react the same way if his dick is inside you ;).

He likes sucking on your clit while fingering you just to see you go crazy about him and just him, making you squirt.

Gun Park (Park Jon Gun)

Another mf right here. He won't let you rest. If you asked him to fuck you, he'll fulfill your wishes of course. But remember, Gun's your master so you must obey him. Or else you wouldn't get what you want.

You know he's a beast in fighting, so he wouldn't be different when it comes on sex. He can make you crazy in many ways possible. He can make you cum just by his hands alone or with his long and thick cock. So it wouldn't be different with his tongue (Does he train his mouth too? Who knows).

He doesn't care if he gets to eat you out while you sit on his face everywhere. On the bed, couch or even inside the car he's down for it.

Gun's just like Goo girl, if you asked him to go faster he'll slow down and vice versa. The only difference is when he gets serious (which is most of the time unlike Goo), he would lick you off with no mercy. He doesn't give a shit if you're heavy, he has a strong body so he can manage your weight.

He would also dirty talk a lot if he's on the mood to tease you or he'll be lapping on your cunt like a hungry animal who hasn't got its meal for years. He can be both if you asked me. And the more you started moaning and getting louder, the more his pace will turn faster. You can feel his smirk forming against your pussy. "Look how wet you are. So pathetic, you really are a slut for me huh?"

Gun would taste every part of you. He's so good at multi-tasking that he can rub your swollen clit while his tongue is inside you and his other hand will jerk himself off. He also wants to feel good. So masturbating while eating you out is a big win for him.

Gun also likes it when you rub your core against his face. Though he prefers you shaving since your hair can irritate his skin. Nonetheless if you enjoy his company, he'll make sure you'll crave for more.

James Lee/DG (Kang Dag Yeom)

Eye contact. Mega eye contact. If you're the shy type he would definitely ask you to look at his face while he licks you off. Or else he wouldn't let you cum (this fucker).

He's also like Gun, if he's a beast in fighting it's no different in making love in your bed. Though he will be more gentle and cautious especially if it's your first time since he doesn't want to go hard and unconsciously hurt you. But the second you get used to it his tongue turns faster than Flash.

DG doesn't care if you're heavy or not since his body is also strong. He actually has different moods. He's the gentle one, the tease and complete fucker who will mess you out whether it's through penetration, fingering or oral sex.

DG also doesn't care where to do it but he prefers his sexual activity on private since he's an idol and he doesn't want to get into scandals. So doing it with you on places like his apartment is much more safer.

He also likes it when you grind your pussy against his face. It makes him more encouraged to fuck you. He's definitely the type to suck your clit while pushing his three fingers inside you or he would flick his tongue on your entrance obviously teasing you (he likes the soft whines and loud sounds you make). Like Gun he also prefers it if you shave or trim your hair since it can also irritate his skin.

What if it's James Lee who's eating you out? No difference either. He'll just be more of a tease and would overstimulate you a lot so be prepared.

#lookism x reader #lookism x y/n #lookism x you #lookism smut #park jonggun x reader #gun park x reader #goo x reader #james lee x reader #dg x reader #vin jin x reader #jace x reader

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unabashegirl · 4 months

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Meeting her || Part II

Author's note: as promised here is the second part of this three part series. I am sorry it took longer to post, but I wanted por my Patreon subscriber have exclusive access to it. I hope you like it!

Golden boy

Meeting her || Part 1

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DISCLAIMER: The following chapter contains mentions of sex. Read at your own discration

Harry's kiss carried an intensity that threatened to sweep her off her feet. His hands firmly anchored on her hips to prevent any faltering. Initially resistant, Y/N found herself yielding to the wave of desire that surged between them, her conscience overruled and momentarily silenced.

Her hands, once resolute in maintaining distance, betrayed her surrender as they instinctively rose to explore the terrain beneath his shirt. The sculpted contours of his body, a testament to his disciplined routine at the club, hinted at strength and lean athleticism.

With an achingly deliberate pace, Harry's hands ventured beneath her coveralls, the contrast of her soft skin against his fingertips intensifying his desire. As he drew closer, the contours of their bodies collided, and she felt the undeniable evidence of his arousal against her abdomen. Normally reserved about such matters, the unveiling of his physique encouraged her, prompting her to guide them toward the couch.

Harry positioned himself between her legs, a commanding presence as he pinned her beneath him. His skilled hands deftly undid the front of her overalls, revealing the gentle curvature of her breasts. A brief moment of admiration passed as Harry absorbed the sight before him, his intense gaze leaving Y/N feeling both exposed and nervous.

Aware of her blush, Harry, without warning, leaned down and took her right breast into his mouth. Y/N watched, her fingers entwining with the strands of his hair, as the soft, whispered moans escaped her lips, filling the room with an intimate symphony of desire.

"Let me see those eyes," he murmured to her, his words accompanied by the rustle of his shirt sliding off his body. The urgency in Harry's actions betrayed a sense of haste, as if he needed to fast-track through the moment. It wasn't just for his own gratification; it was as if he feared awakening, as if this reality were too surreal and fragile to withstand the scrutiny of a waking dream. “There they are”.

Y/N helped him take off her overalls off her body and shyly watched him take off his joggers and boxers. She had lovers before, but never like Harry. They had been painters or artist just like her. She had never been with an athlete. His body seemed to be sculpted. He barely had fat on him. Y/N felt self-conscious as she sat on her couch only wearing a white thong and mid length socks.

Consumed by desire, he sought her by the waist, swiftly repositioning them until he lay on his back. On the opposite side of the couch, Y/N perched, an air of nervousness clinging to her. His intense gaze seemed to sear through her skin, leaving an indelible mark on the charged atmosphere between them.

“Don’t be shy, lovie” He took her hand and helped her to take off the rest of her clothes. Y/N straddled him, placing one of each of her legs on either side of him. She felt the heat that his skin emanated without even having to touch him.

"I-I've never been on top," Y/N confessed, her hips intentionally held aloft, avoiding the union with his. Submissive by nature, she had always yielded to the desires of others, a perpetual people pleaser. Her own wishes consistently took a back seat.

Harry found himself momentarily speechless. He had assumed artists, particularly of her caliber, were unafraid of embracing their sexuality. He had encountered many who were forthright in sharing their intimate experiences. Y/N, however, stood as an exception. Her admission of inexperience fueled his desire for her, creating a magnetic pull that seemed to intensify in the wake of her vulnerability.

They became one. She watched how he disappeared into her as their hips slammed against one another. Harry dig his fingers into her hips as he helped her find a rhythm that they both enjoyed.

“Teach me how to make you feel good.” Harry grunted. His words had enough power to send her shockwaves through her lower abdomen. She felt intoxicated and dazed as he continued to have his way with her.

“Kiss me” She demanded, so Harry reached up to the back of her neck as his hips followed her rhythm and lowered her head enough for their lips to touch and for her to moan into his mouth.

“Christ” He cried out from the sensation, pulling down her hips harder. Harry knew that he would leave bruises on her hips, but her moaning, the soft sounds she made or the way that her round breast bounced by his face, teasing and enticing him was all too much for him.

They were covered on each other’s sweat by the time that Harry finally released himself inside of her. His sight faded to black, and he could only see specks of white until his sight returned seconds later. Harry reaching his orgasm didn’t stop Y/N from continue working her thighs muscles.

Harry watched her as she continued to use him. Her chest and cheeks were flushed, and her hair was sticking to her forehead, but to Harry she looked like a Goddess. It didn’t take long for her to had arch her hips, her legs to go wobbly and for her to join Harry in bliss.

As the night deepened, Y/N stirred from her slumber, finding herself awake before Harry. The lateness of the hour was evident in the silence that enveloped them, a stark contrast to the usual symphony of city sounds. Her body rested atop his, a connection forged in the shared intimacy of the night.

With utmost care, Y/N gingerly lifted her body from his, each movement calculated to avoid disrupting his peaceful sleep. The room held the remnants of their shared moments — a delicate interplay of shadows and moonlight accentuating the contours of their entwined figures. Y/N allowed her gaze to linger on the tranquil sight of Harry, his features softened by the hushed glow of the room. In this quiet moment, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the echoes of their shared vulnerability in the intimate hours they had spent together.

Navigating her apartment with careful steps, Y/N made her way towards the bedroom in search of a robe or some clothing. The silence within her living space mirrored the weight of the guilt settling on her shoulders. As she locked herself in the bathroom, the walls seemed to close in around her, amplifying the echoes of her inner turmoil.

Inside the confined space, anxiety surged through her, transforming the room into a cavern of self-reflection. The magnitude of disbelief struck her; she couldn't fathom how they had ended up entangled in the depths of intimacy. Each breath felt heavy, carrying the weight of unexpected choices made in the heat of the moment. Guilt overshadowed the shared passion, leaving her to grapple with the consequences of a night that had taken an unexpected turn.

While Y/N and Emma weren't particularly close, Y/N couldn't shake the conviction that, regardless of their differences, Emma didn't deserve to be cheated on. Wrapping her body in a robe, Y/N gathered her thoughts before rejoining the living room. There, Harry sat on the couch, shirtless, occupied with tying his sneakers. The air held a palpable tension, a silent acknowledgment of choices made and the complexities that now enveloped their connection.

A surge of anxiety morphed into a fiery anger within her. The disbelief was overwhelming; he had been preparing to depart without uttering a single word to her. The weight of naivety and a tinge of foolishness settled in. He, it seemed, wasn't any different from the other men she had encountered—a bitter revelation that stung with a sense of betrayal. The emotions collided within her, creating a storm of frustration, disappointment, and a profound sense of disillusionment.

"So, this is all I am to you? Just a quick fuck, huh?" Her laughter dripped with sarcasm, cutting through the air to announce her presence in the room.

"You locked yourself in the bathroom. I thought you didn't want me here anymore," he responded, confusion clouding his features. The weight of guilt bore down on Harry, not only for betraying Emma but also for involving Y/N in the tangled web of their choices. The room crackled with tension.

"I'm not a bad person, Harry," she spoke with remorse, her voice choked with emotion. "But what we just did makes me one." Y/N fought back tears, the weight of guilt pressing down on her. "This can't happen again," she asserted, tears streaming down her face as she sought to externalize the overwhelming remorse within her. "It's not fair to any of us.”

"This isn't on you, Y/N," he explained, his words laced with a mix of regret and self-reflection. "I'm her boyfriend. I was the one who was supposed to be loyal to her." His admission hung in the air, emphasizing the role he played in the choices that led them to this point. “I understand if you never want to see me again.”

As Harry made his way toward the front door of her apartment, Y/N felt compelled to step closer, as if she could somehow halt the inevitable. However, her feet remained rooted, and her voice seemed to elude her. As he slightly opened the door, he turned to look at her.

"I just want you to know that I don't regret anything," he uttered, his words hanging in the air as he shut the door behind him. The finality of the action left Y/N standing alone in the room, grappling with the weight of those parting words and the aftermath of a night that had irreversibly altered the dynamics between them.

Night after night, Y/N found herself tossing and turning in the clutches of restlessness. The thought of reaching out to him tugged at the edges of her consciousness, yet every attempt to formulate the right words felt elusive. In those fleeting moments when she mustered the courage, a wave of self-doubt would wash over her, causing her to retreat once more. The cycle persisted for almost two weeks and her insomnia only made her crankier.

Finally, Y/N redirected her energy toward a new project. Engaging in sculpting for her latest project, she found herself immersed in the creative process, fueled by a restless determination. With minimal sleep, the clock striking three in the morning, she embarked on this new venture.

It was only a few hours later, after her coffee had cooled, and she went to the kitchen to warm it up, that she noticed she was sculpting a human. She began with the feet and had just started on the ankles.

As Y/N continued her sculpting journey, she found herself captivated by the evolving form taking shape beneath her skilled hands. The subtle contours of the feet transitioned seamlessly into the delicate curves of the ankles. The tactile connection with the clay became a meditative dance, each knead and mold bringing the human figure to life.

Lost in the creative process, she explored the distinctions of expression and emotion, her fingers working with an intuitive grace. The cold coffee on the table went unnoticed as she delved into the intricacies of her art.

A few days later, Y/N joined her father and brother for brunch. They had intentionally passed through Manchester to check up on her and insisted on a get-together.

"I love you, but you look terrible," her brother remarked as she took a seat in front of them. Y/N shrugged at her older brother and nonchalantly put her sunglasses back on, masking the evidence of turmoil beneath her eyes.

"Are you getting enough sleep?" Phillip, her father, inquired with concern for his youngest and only daughter. "You could always move back in with your mother and me if this becomes too much for you, honey." He reached for her hand, already settled on the table, and gently caressed the top.

Y/N and her brother, Archie, burst into laughter, leaving their father bewildered as he tried to grasp what was so amusing.

"Dad, she'd rather die than move in with you and mum," Archie revealed, a mischievous grin playing on his face. "I would too. You guys still love each other way too much. It's too much PDA for my taste."

"I thought you both would appreciate that we haven't ended up in divorce like most couples on earth," Phillip debated, a playful tone in his voice. "Ungrateful little fucks," he added, eliciting laughter from all three of them.

"How's Mum? Why didn't she come up with you?"

"You know how she is. She hates leaving the house and worries too much when we're away," Phillip explained. "How was the art show?"

"It went very smoothly. Most of the pieces were sold," she replied. "I think by the end of the year, I might be able to open the first permanent gallery."

"I still don't understand why you wouldn't let me fund it. So, you can dedicate yourself to just painting and not worry about down payments." Her family was very comfortable; Phillip held a high position in a large investment company. Y/N shook her head and put down her menu.

"You still don't get it, Dad. I need to do it on my own. I want to achieve it for my own selfish reasons."

"Fine, fine," he raised his hands, "just trying to help."

"I understand, and thank you," she smiled. "How about you, Archie? How's working for Dad? Is he everything you wished for?"

"He's the worst," Archie huffed just as the waitress approached them to take their orders. "But honestly, I've enjoyed it."

"I'm so happy that both of you are here. I really needed it," Y/N revealed. She had been going crazy in the apartment, and since she didn't have many friends, she hadn't gone out much.

"What are you working on currently?" Phillip asked her, genuinely curious about her new piece.

"A sculpture," she nervously shared.

"I would love to go see it," Phillip added.

"It's not going as I hoped for—" But before she could continue, making up excuses to keep her dad and brother out of her house, she was interrupted by none other than Emma. Surprisingly, it was the first time she was genuinely happy to see her.

"Y/N! I didn't know you came to places like this." Y/N nodded and awkwardly waved but remained quiet, anticipating Emma's usual backhanded compliments. "I haven't seen you in quite a long time. You've been distant."

"This is my dad, Phillip, and my brother, Archie. This is Emma," Y/N introduced them without forgetting her manners. "She's an old friend from college," she added.

Archie and Phillip greeted her with polite smiles.

"What are you doing later?" Emma asked. "I was just going to pick up some food before heading to the stadium to see Harry play. Are you guys fans of Manchester?" Y/N's body instantly went rigid at the mention of his name.

"Fuck yeah!" Archie enthusiastically jumped at the opportunity. "I mean—we would love to," he corrected himself after clearing his throat. Phillip turned to Y/N and shrugged with a smile. She wanted to scream and stop them from going. She didn't want to be dragged along. Y/N needed an excuse to miss the game.

"We don't have further plans. I think it could be fun," Emma smiled, feeling accomplished to have convinced them. She knew who Phillip was and how much he was worth. He was a big fish, and she loved the attention. Emma just had to win over Y/N's father. She wanted to be close to her family, just for the perks. "Honey?"

"Y-yeah," Y/N agreed, even though she felt like crying and sensed her heart was about to explode. What was she going to say to Harry? Would she even talk to him? Would Emma notice?

They were in box seats, which surprised Y/N. Emma had never invited her to sit in the box; they usually sat with the rest of the crowd. After all, not many people knew who Emma was or could easily recognize her.

The weather was great when the match started. As usual, Harry was in the initial team. Y/N noticed that he had allowed his hair to grow longer than usual, and he had a slight mustache. Despite the rougher appearance, she still considered him the most gorgeous man she had come across. The top of his hair was tied with a hair tie, causing a slight pang of jealousy, wondering if it was Emma's.

After half-time, the game took a turn for the worse, and the weather didn't help. It started pouring rain and became windy, but the game wasn't postponed. Something had set off the players from the other team, and yellow cards started getting pulled out.

Manchester was losing, and it felt like the team couldn't advance without getting pushed or kicked to the floor. It wasn't until the last twenty minutes of the match that a penalty shot was called after a player committed a foul on Harry.

"Oh god," Y/N whispered as she watched the players stand back and the referee place the football on the floor for Harry to kick.

"Since when do you like football?" Archie asked, noticing his sister's nervousness.

"I don't know," Y/N shrugged. "It's entertaining," she brushed him off, carefully watching Harry talk to the captain of the team while covering his mouth.

"If he misses, he is going to be hated for quite a few months," Archie said to Emma, who stood on the other side of him.

"That's his problem," Emma brushed off, showing a lack of concern. "He signed up to be a football player, not me." Y/N couldn't believe the bitterness of her statement. Harry was her boyfriend, and the least she could do was stand beside him.

The referee's whistle interrupted her thoughts, and seconds later, Harry kicked the ball with the arch of his left foot.

He missed.

The goalkeeper caught it.

Instantly, the crowd went mad, booing at Harry. Y/N felt helpless, wanting to scream for them to stop. She could see the disappointment on his face as he wiped the rain off his face while his team patted his back in solidarity.

"Oh well! They lost," Emma added. "I'm sorry I brought you to his worst game ever," she said to Phillip. Y/N rolled her eyes as she looked at Harry continue to play for the remaining match. "Would you like to meet him?"

"I have to get back to the studio," Y/N excused herself. "But if you two want to stay, that's fine."

"No, honey. We came to see you and spend time with you," Phillip said for both of them. "I appreciate your generosity, Emma. However, we want to spend time with Y/N. We leave tomorrow morning, and we still have a few things planned with her."

"That's fine," Emma coldly responded and looked back at the match. Y/N could tell that it had bothered her.

After the game, they ventured out for some shopping. Y/N confessed to her father that she didn't actually have to go to the studio but preferred spending time with him instead of hanging out with wet and sweaty men. Phillip laughed warmly, embracing her. He made sure to stock her fridge and handed her extra money for anything she might want or need.

Following the shopping spree, they enjoyed dinner at a fancy restaurant near their hotel. A driver later took Y/N back to her apartment after heartfelt goodbyes and hugs.

"I love you. Send me a picture of that sculpture. I'm sure it's great," were Phillip's parting words as he let go of her.

Returning alone to her apartment felt strange. Y/N had shared an incredible time with her family, making the solitude of her apartment even more palpable. Nevertheless, that didn't deter her from delving back into sculpting until two in the morning.

After a skincare routine, a bath, and a late-night snack at three in the morning, Y/N found herself tucked into bed. She closed her eyes, allowing the silence around her to usher her into a deep slumber. However, her peaceful state was abruptly disrupted by three knocks on her door. After much hesitation and grabbing the box cutter she used for opening mailed packages, she finally opened the door.

"I had to bribe your doorman to let me in with tickets," was the first thing out of his mouth.

Do you think Emma will find out and how?

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vickyvicarious · 1 year

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Chapter 1 Victor: The raising of ghosts or devils was a promise liberally accorded by my favourite authors, the fulfillment of which I most eagerly sought; and if my incantations were always unsuccessful, I attributed the failure rather to my own inexperience and mistake than to a want of skill or fidelity in my instructors.

Chapter 3 Victor: In my education my father had taken the greatest precautions that my mind should be impressed with no supernatural horrors. I do not ever remember to have trembled at a tale of superstition, or to have feared the apparition of a spirit.

To reconcile this contrast, I must assume the conversation went something like this:

Mr. Frankenstein: Victor, remember not to allow yourself to be moved by belief in supernatural beings. The very idea is ridiculous.

Victor: Of course, father! I will never be frightened by such things. *heads off to summon a demon and/or ghost with absolutely no fear*

#frankenstein weekly #victor frankenstein #buddy he meant not to believe them at all-#of course there's also the unreliable narrator going strong here

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fantasygerard2000 · 8 days

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While there are smarter people than me who have already analyzed Wish's themes, I'd like to put out some things I wanna say about each character and how they tie to the movie's themes.

The general message and theme of Wish is pursuing your dreams, a basic aesop that has been in many family movies. However, Wish's take on this moral is somewhat applicable to pursuing a career.

To give a straight forward cynical example; you, a young artist who wishes to work as an animator in the industry. Giving your wish to Magnifico, who represents the person in charge of said industry takes away your ability to draw and the passion to achieve your dream as an animator. So, you sat there back at home, waiting for a call from the industry in hopes that you have been applied.

When Magnifico does grant the few wishes, he immediately gives people the "job" they waited for years, ie a seamstress and a loyal knight. While not exactly in the movie, this applies to the probability of people who have achieve their dreams and find it unfulfilling or even stressful. The wishes he granted are the ones that he deems benefiting for him; a loyal knight who will do anything he wants them to do and a seamstress who will make the most beautiful dresses for the wealthiest people in the kingdom, himself.

Suddenly getting a position you dreamed of for years without proper training can lead to inexperience, hence why if you want to go to space, you have go to go through immense training. Without the passion to put in the effort to pursue a career, you won't learn how some dreams can be difficult to achieve so you go pursue other means to achieve your wish or even make a new one.

In contrast to Magnifico's instant and literal granting of wishes, Star cannot grant people what they want but helps them by giving them the means the pursue them.

Star, and eventually Asha are fairy godmothers. While most people see fairy godparents as good magical beings who grants your dreams, this is not true. The blue fairy gave Gepetto a son but it's up to Pinocchio to fulfill that wish by learning to be a real boy with the help of Jimminy whom the Blue Fairy assigned to be his conscience. Cinderella never wanted the prince to fall in love with her, she wanted a nice night out as an equal to her stepfamily at the ball. Her fairy godmother leaving the glass slippers are the tools to help her get out of her abusive life and is eventually rewarded with the freedom she deserves by being kind and hopeful. While there is no fairy godmother in Princess and the Frog, Evangeline serves as one given that Tiana wished to her and gets into a situation where she learns to value the friends and family, new and old who have always supported her achieving her and her father's dream of opening their restaurant.

Fairy godparents are the friends and family who supported you in achieving your dreams. When your dreams of opening a large business is impossible, your friends are their to help you into making a smaller one, showing that it's always possible, you just needed to guidance and the number of support. Hence why the "We are Stars" line shows that everyone are each other's fairy godparents.

As for the individual character bit, each of them represent aspects of not just Disney, but the industries Walt has inspired.

⭐️ Sabino - Sabino represents Walt and the studio. His wish to inspire people to pursue their dreams is reminiscent how Walt and his work became the inspiration for people to pursue to their passion in animation which also lead to other studios making animated movies.

⭐️ Dahlia and Simon - As I wrote in a previous post, Dahlia and Simon are opposites. Dahlia has already achieve her dreams to become a baker and if she is given a chance to have her wish "given" to Magnifico, she'll presumably decline and would improve her skills without him. While Simon had worked to achieve his dream to become a knight, he blindly follows Magnifico in high hopes only for him to lose his will to him and seeing how terrible Magnifico was and had never cared for him. Reminiscent of people who dream of working for their favorite celebrity only to be disappointed in knowing who they actually are.

⭐️ Star - Like I wrote above, Star is the friends and family who supports you into pursuing your dreams. As a being of joy, hope, possibility and wonder, Star is somewhat representative of child like innocence, as in how grown ups encourage their children into pursuing a hobby they like and once they go through the struggles, we are there to comfort them. This contrasts Magnifico's excuse to not grant the wishes; he thinks people fear the struggles of achieving their goals, Star helps them embrace the struggles.

⭐️ Amaya - While I already made many posts about Amaya, I genuinely want to make more because of how unappreciated she is, moreso than the husband who claimed he is. While I have written how she's representative of people who been in unhealthy relationships and accepting that their partner/spouse has become toxic, her story can be applicable to abusive families. Basically, Rosas is her and Magnifico's children and when Magnifico starts behaving unhealthily to their "children", ie telling them and doing things to them "for their own good", she resorts into getting him locked away from her and her children as she and them start support and heal each other from the experience. Magnifico being an emotionally abusive father to Asha who he treats as a servant than an apprentice/sorceress in training in an AU is something I'm surprised hasn't been made, as far as I know and I do encourage others to make one based on this.

🪞Magnifico - As that one post has written, Magnifico represents the shady people in charge of the film industry who scrapped, stolen and hoards ideas that will never been made, completed or released. Even though that post has already described what I wanted to write about him, there's another aspect I like to bring up. Heads up, Magnifico simps who're might be reading this, I heed you to cover your delicate eyes.

This thing is Magnifico, and the IP's are the wishes he hoards. While he has the power and status to give these IP's to the people who waited years for them, he hoards them in his metaphorical vault and gives them something different they didn't want but are conditioned to accept.

At the end of the film, the wishes being returned, not granted, returned are applicable to how in example artists now knowing that the industry has declined them of their dreams to become an animator and make their own movie/show start to work independently with other artists.

In what I wrote above on Magnifico instantly granting the three wishes of the people who questioned him, they'd be end up unhappy. This is especially considering how he gives them the items seen in their dreams, but are just meaningless objects that just happened to appeared in their wishes, scissors for the seamstress, armor and sword for Simon. The man who wants to climb a mountain would just be given a flag and Magnifico would tell him to find the nearest mountain to climb. The old woman who wants to sail the sea would be given a ship with no crew to help her sail it. The woman who wants to fly would likely become weightless as she struggles on how to actually control her flying. If Magnifico did have granted these wishes, and since he cares very little of what his people wanted, he's the definition of "Be Careful What You Wish For". And especially considering his song about how "ungrateful" his people are to him, wish granted or not, there be very little difference.

While we don't see how these wishes can be granted once they were returned, we can conclude by logical and accessible means. Like how two people share a wish on flying, they work on a device that helps them glide in the air. Same with the man and the old woman, they will find the right people to support in funding an expedition to climb any mountain and sail a ship to visit places.

Magnifico sees their wishes "literally" hence why he doesn't want to grant them other than his selfish reasons to hoard them, but the images are general representations of their dreams. For example, a child wishes to become a mermaid and swim with the fishes, and when she grows up and accepts that mermaids are not real, she still works for that dream and becomes a marine biologist who uses diving equipment to go underwater and see marine life in person.

That's what achieving a dream is.

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sylvies-chen · 7 months

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ok so I think it’s really interesting that they used the imagery/motif of the unicorn in relation to izzy in the latest episodes, but while doing other unrelated research for my own interests I stumbled across the most wild thing ever about unicorns. this is going to be long but bear with me:

Okay so basically there’s this important book called Physiologus, which was the most popular bestiary of the Middle Ages. It’s translated into practically all European languages (+ Greek, it’s original language, and Latin) and was the basis for all bestiaries in history that followed. And obviously it’s not scientific but meant to spread moralized religious teachings and it’s all very symbolic and allegorical and bla bla bla. But it has a section for countless animals both real and mythical, including the UNICORN.

Okay, so. Let’s take Izzy as a unicorn here. Strong and fierece are very applicable words to him already, but then Physiologus gets into this mention of how a unicorn can only be caught (and, as the screenshot fails to mention, slaughtered) if a virgin maiden is placed before it. Now obviously this is a bit too specific to the middle ages and a bit too literal to be shown in OFMD in any way, but symbolically a virgin maiden represents someone perhaps more *seemingly* pure, more feminine, of noble birth and most definitely inexperienced— in this case, inexperienced in the world of piracy, so a pirate virgin, you might even say.

This description definitely matched season 1 stede, and still somewhat now, but Stede’s growing into a stronger, more confident and skilled pirate, and he’s also building the foundations of a committed relationship with ed, whom Izzy dearly loves, so I don’t think Stede will be involved in leading Izzy to his demise in any way, directly or indirectly.

However, the first episode brought in a character similar to season 1 Stede to provide contrast and show how much Stede has grown: Ricky! Ricky is the epitome of an upper class wannabe beginner pirate, and he’s paid the price for his inexperience (his nose). And since we known from the trailers that Ricky and Izzy do interact at some point, enough to have somewhat of a vulnerable conversation about what it means to Izzy to be a pirate, could it be safe to assume that Ricky could be to Izzy what Stede is to Ed??? Or, more broadly, could Ricky be what leads Izzy to some sort of threat of peril or demise??

However, it’s also worth noting that this “virgin maiden” leads it to the king’s palace and, from the promos, we know that Ricky takes his failed experience with piracy to heart and goes to work for the British navy AKA working for the crown/the king, so my working theory is that Ricky connects with Izzy somehow and wants to recruit him to the British naval forces. Izzy, lost and trying to heal, may or may not accept it, or may end up even trying to bring Ricky back into the world of piracy, but I think it’ll be a storyline that seeps into season 3. It could also be that Ricky ends up using Izzy somehow to locate the rest of the Revenge and that’s what leads to the crew fighting on the beach, and why Stede is recruiting Zheng. I don’t know! There’s a number of possibilities!

So idk, the math is mathing for me I think this could either be a really good or really bad thing for Izzy from this angle and interpretation of the unicorn as a motif and image that can connect to Ricky, like how Stede and Ed have the kraken. Maybe it’s a little deep but yeah! A theory!

#ofmd #our flag means death #izzy hands #con o'neill #ofmd s2 #ofmd speculation #ofmd season 2 #ofmd s2 speculation

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queen--of--shadows · 1 year

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A Formidable Pair: Part 4

Azriel x Reader

Summary: As spymaster to the Spring Court, the Reader meets her unfriendly match from the Night Court as they work together to train, rebuild and repair Court relations.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2083

Notes: I hope this makes up for the fact that I haven’t posted in nearly 3 weeks 🥲 NEXT AND LAST PART COMING OUT IN A FEW DAYS I PROMISE 🖤

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For nearly three hours, you and Azriel had been soaring the skies in silence, with only the sound of the cold wind whipping past his mighty wings to break the stillness. The terrifying initial ascent had your heart plummeting into your stomach—you had never flown before, and the speed and agility with which the Illyrian flew had caught you off guard. But you kept your face as neutral and disinterested as possible, not wanting to reveal your fear and inexperience, despite your fingers that dug into the muscles around his neck as you held on for dear life.

As you flew over the massive span of rolling green hills, you couldn’t help but marvel at the breathtaking view. Pink and yellow patches of wildflowers dotted the landscape, creating a stunning contrast against the verdant green. Eventually, the bright colors gave way to a familiar thick forest, with vibrant hues of deep red and sunset orange. The air was crisp, with the lingering scent of an eternal fall.

Despite the beauty of the Autumn Court, it never quite felt like home, but more of a cage under the constant scrutiny of your parents and the other High Fae’s political games. Although you were excited to finally have a chance to travel and get out, the Spring Court’s endless warmth had also become stifling.

Fortunately, the Shadowsinger didn’t need any directions, sparing you from any and all conversation. You had been dreading the thought of making small talk with Azriel, so you stayed quiet throughout the flight, taking in the sights and sounds of the world below.

And appreciating his muscles that shifted underneath your arms and legs as he soared gracefully for miles and miles. As much as you despised the male and his attitude, you didn’t mind savoring the warmth radiating off his body in the freezing air high above.

As you neared Eris’s manor, hidden beneath the dense foliage, Azriel began his descent. He had slowed down considerably as if sensing your discomfort during the initial takeoff. Catching a current and riding it down gently toward the roof of the manor, he expertly banked and landed with barely a sound. You stifled the surge of admiration for his impressive flying skills.

You didn’t miss the glint of exhaustion in his eyes as you hopped out of his arms. Azriel stretched and fluttered his massive wings, his muscular form silhouetted against the clear autumn sky. Despite his weariness, he managed to fly without stopping for hours, and landed with such quiet ease it was clear he had mastered the skies and honed his skills over countless flights.

Your mind cleared as you locked eyes with Eris, who was already waiting on the roof, greeting you with a smug smile and a wink that made your skin crawl. Even though you had grown up alongside Eris and the Vanserra brothers, you couldn’t shake the feeling of disgust and unease he provoked. The heir always had eyes for you.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself against the nausea and irritation that churned in your gut, before sauntering your way toward the red-headed lordling. The Shadowsinger knew better than to follow, keeping his distance toward the cream-colored ceramic fencing at the edge of the roof.

“Welcome home, darling,” Eris drawled, his voice dripping with sweet sarcasm. “What do you have for me?”

For weeks now, you had been diligently gathering information about the Spring Court spies and Rhysand’s plans to travel throughout Prythian. Despite your efforts, there wasn’t much to report other than the usual border disputes with the mortal realm. You knew Eris was anticipating some significant intel, but you had done your job, and you were eager to request a new posting. Let someone else handle the monotony of the Spring Court.

“Nothing out of the ordinary,” you replied coolly, fully aware that Lucien had likely already briefed his brother on this stupid little stunt of his, forcing you to play nice with the Shadowsinger. The glint in Eris’s eyes confirmed your suspicion. “Aside from what Lucien already told you.”

His smirk widened into a wicked grin. “Well, enjoy your ride to the Night Court,” he teased, his deep hazel eyes flickering toward the winged male standing far behind you. “I’ll see you at the party.”

You met his gaze head-on, refusing to let his words embarrass or intimidate you. Letting your lethal stare do the talking, you silently turned on your heel and stalked back to Azriel.

“Let’s go,” you growled, your anger simmering just below the surface. Without hesitation, Azriel scooped you up in his arms and shot up into the sky. Whether he was smart enough to not ask about your short encounter with Eris, or indifferent to it all, you didn’t care. Though he likely didn’t care for Eris given his history with The Morrigan, the High Lord’s notoriously stunning cousin.

Another conversation avoided.

Thank the Gods, the Mother and the Cauldron.

You needed to get away from all of this bullshit.

Azriel’s shadows provided a warm cocoon against the chill wind, so you didn’t notice as the multicolored forest became barren, the trees covered in a thin layer of sparkling ice and a soft dusting of bright white snow coated the ground. You also didn’t see the massive winter storm miles ahead, blocking any sight or visibility for miles. As Azriel soared closer to the edge of the Winter Court, it became evident that there was no way you would make it through the whiteout.

“We have to stop,” he said, his voice barely audible above the shrieking winds. His hands tightened around you as he pulled you closer into his chest and nosedived toward the snowy forest floor.

“There’s an inn between the borders of the two courts. We’ll spend the night there and head back out in the morning. I’m sure Kallias has already given Rhysand word of the storm, so he should know we’re running late.” You didn’t bother responding as you grabbed your pack from his and trekked through the ice behind him.

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As the innkeeper cautiously slid over the key to Azriel, who requested a room for two, you couldn’t help the knot forming in your stomach at the thought of sharing a room together. But after hiking through two miles of slushy snow and ice, your feet near-frostbitten, the prospect of a cozy inn and a warm bed for the night was more than welcome, even if it meant spending more time than you had planned with the Spymaster.

The downstairs level of the inn was packed with travelers seeking refuge from the storm, their laughter and chatter filling the air. You both kept your hoods down to avoid drawing attention, the tension between you palpable as you followed him up the narrow staircase.

The hallway upstairs was dimly lit, the flickering candles casting shadows on the wall, and lined with rooms on either side. Azriel ducked his head and tucked in his wings as he unlocked the small creaky door to your room, and you followed behind quickly, ready to tear off your soaked boots and hop into a boiling bath.

Your heart sank at the sight of a single bed tucked into the corner of the room, with only a thin dusty rug by the fireplace.

You locked eyes with him, unsure of what to say, but before you could speak, he offered, “I’ll take the floor.”

You didn’t argue.

He left the room after lighting the two small candles on the mantle above the fireplace, presumably to get extra bedding for himself, leaving you alone to run a bath. The scorching hot water was a welcome relief from the cold, and you soaked and scrubbed your tired body, feeling the tension in your muscles ease.

A pang of guilt writhed in your gut at you at the thought of using up the hot water for yourself, instead of letting the male who flew your ass out here go first. The male who just offered to sleep on the cold hard ground so you could sleep in a cozy bed.

You shoved the thought aside and sunk deeper into the tub.

Finally emerging from the steaming tub once it ran cold, you tugged on a clean pair of pajamas, the thin satin material hardly suitable for the freezing cold. Better than sleeping in dirty leathers, you supposed. Braiding your wet hair back into a plait, you walked out of the bathing room to a delicious aroma. Azriel was sitting on his makeshift bed on the floor, with piles of thin sheets and a fraying blanket for a pillow, and two bowls of steaming hot stew.

You mumbled your gratitude as you took your bowl and perched up on the bed, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders. You both ate in silence, but as the storm raged outside, the dilapidated window did nothing to keep the howling wind and freezing cold out. Azriel attempted to fix the windowpane and tighten the rusting latch but to no avail.

The chill threatened to seep into your bones, forcing you to take matters into your own hands. As much as you loved to run away from the confinements of the Autumn Court, you sent a silent prayer of thanks to the Mother for the gift you were granted because of it.

With a flick of your fingers, the fireplace roared to life, casting a warm glow throughout the room.

Azriel whirled around from the window, the only indication of his surprise. His cold, golden eyes revealed nothing.

You rolled your eyes at his ignorance. “Someone didn’t do his homework,” you said into your bowl as you sipped from the rim.

His shadows seemed to squirm under the heat, writhing faster around his shoulders and arms as if to protect him from the flames. You didn’t question it.

“We leave as soon as the storm dies down.” His voice was like life given to shadows, deep and rich and commanding against the incessant howling of the wind outside. “I’ll be up every few hours to check on the weather. I’ll wake you when it’s time to go.”

“I can check on the weather. You should rest, you must be exhausted from flying,” you said, trying your best to sound as amiable as possible, hoping it would end the nagging guilt you felt.

“I’m fine,” he snapped back. “I don’t need you to babysit me.” Violence danced across his beautiful, brutal features.

Anger coated your veins.

“What the fuck is your problem with me?” you said with calm lethality. “You’ve been nothing but a brooding, egotistical, dismissive asshole since the moment you stepped foot in the Spring Court. We don’t need to be friends, but you don’t need to be a pretentious, condescending dick toward me, either.”

His face was a mask of stone, but his eyes flickered in the light of the hearth like molten gold. “You are loyal to my enemies,” he seethed, his shadows like asps at his back. “I have no reason to like you, no reason to trust you. Once I drop you off at Rhysand’s doorstep you are no longer my problem.”

Rage licked its way up your spine and into your bones, the heat of the fire matching the intensity of your anger. “Hate me all you want, Shadowsinger,” you spat, “It doesn’t change anything. Do you agree with every decision your High Lord makes?” He went still, shadows of death dancing in his eyes. The dim, gold light of the fire caressed his tan skin, the tips of his tattoos flickering just above the collar of his black sweater.

“I didn’t think so. And since you seem to be unaware, I was sent to the Spring Court as a favor to Lucien, not because I’ve sworn loyalty to Tamlin. You may think your shadows tell you all, but there are some things even they don’t know.” His shadows rippled around him, as if reacting to your words.

For a moment, the room was silent except for the crackling of the fire and the shrieking wind outside.

He let out a harsh laugh, full of the dark, swaggering male arrogance, but didn’t respond.

He knew you were right.

His shadows curled protectively around him, dark as night and soaking up every bit of light glowing from the fireplace.

So you turned your back to him, pulling the blankets and sheets up over your head, and let the deep, long-awaited sleep claim you.

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itsmarjudgelove · 1 year

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Age, physical appearance, and abilities are the key distinctions between geisha (geiko) and maiko.

Maiko typically looks younger than 20 and has poor conversational abilities. She also wears a more vibrant kimono with a red collar. Maiko, which is Japanese for "dancing child," refers to aspiring geisha. For a period of five years, Maiko must reside with their mother (okami-san) in the geisha lodging house (okiya). Maiko is not permitted to possess a cell phone, carry cash, or date.

What is a Maiko?

Maiko are the trainee geisha who are still honing their cultural and performance abilities. Maiko's attire draws extra attention in order to hide her inexperience and lack of understanding. Geisha attire is typically more sophisticated and understated. Maiko is forced to live with her "mother" and is solely dependent on the meager stipend she is given by the geisha house. In contrast, geisha are more self-sufficient and have their own home in the geisha communities. The pictures below show how you can tell a geisha from a maiko without any effort.

What does a geiko (geisha) do?

Professional performers of ancient Japanese arts and crafts such shamisen playing, dancing, and tea ceremony, geisha are members of recognized geisha groups. In the Kyoto dialect, geisha are referred to as geiko. "Geisha (geigi or geiko) is a traditional Japanese female entertainer, whose skills encompass many arts like dancing, singing, and playing music," according to Broma-Smenda (2014). In contrast to courtesans (yujô), geishas were exclusively trained in traditional Japanese arts and served as men's dinner companions.

The definitions of Maiko and Geisha

Gei-sha is a term for an artist, and mai-ko is a term for a dancer. Performing arts are what the word gei in gei-sha and gei-ko refers to. In this context, sha and ko essentially imply the same thing: a person. Japanese for "dancing" is mai, and -ko here denotes a young person.

Communication abilities

Maiko would generally say less and nod or smile more during a conversation because she is still in training. Geiko, on the other hand, is a master at starting and keeping up a conversation in any setting. Geisha would be aware of the kinds of talks that help their clients feel peaceful, at ease, or joyful.

cultural knowledge

Maiko would often go to the dance school and perfect her shamisen playing while there. Geiko is a skilled dancer, shamisen player, and tea ceremony expert. Geisha dance to various themes and music practically every month as the seasons and festivals change, which is why the training takes so long. Each geisha neighborhood in Kyoto has its own unique musical instrument and tea ceremonial traditions. Therefore, it is untrue that all geisha were proficient musicians.

Age

The geiko is over the age of 20, whereas Maiko is between the ages of 15 and 20. In the past, young girls were sold to okiya at the age of 7, but because this is now prohibited in Japan, many girls join the okiya after completing junior high school, which is the minimum level of education required by law. Despite the fact that the maiko stage might occasionally span 7-8 years, the usual maiko training lasts 3 to 5 years. Therefore, maiko who are older than 20 years old do exist in Kyoto. Readers should be aware that maiko are unique to Kyoto; the maiko-stage does not exist in the other geisha districts.

The attire worn by maiko today still shows signs of the young females who formerly were. For instance, maiko typically wear a sash with a large depiction of the okiya's emblem. Due to the fact that these young girls used to become lost and that people could identify the crest to return them to their homes, the mark is very large.

Appearance

Geiko typically have mature, refined appearances that are straightforward, attractive, and polished. Maiko expresses her youth and innocence in her vivid, vibrant clothing.

Face covered in white powder

Contrary to popular opinion, neither geiko nor maiko always wear white makeup, but when they do, there are variations. Maiko has a small gap between her hairline and her white-powdered skin, whereas Geiko would have a fully white face. Geiko and Maiko wore white makeup so that they could be seen clearly in the dark as there was no electricity in the past.

Lips

While Maiko, particularly Junior Maiko, only tints the lower lip crimson, Geiko colors both of her lips red. Maiko's lip makeup varies between the senior and junior versions.

eyelids that are flaming

Maiko have a recognizable red eye makeup, however geiko's redness is less prominent. The red eye makeup is frequently associated with the kabuki tradition, which frequently uses white, crimson, and black colors to stand out to viewers who may be seated far away.

rosy blush

Unlike the geiko, the maiko have pink blush on their cheeks. Maiko is supposed to always appear innocent and childlike.

Wig

Maiko has no wig on. They are need to style their own hair, which takes time and money. Maiko frequently spend the night sleeping on a piece of wood (takamakura) to preserve their hairdo. Geiko wears wigs because aging makes hair a little oily, which is hard to maintain, and style typically causes damage to hair over time.

Hair styles

The hairdo is one of the greatest distinctions between a maiko and geiko. Maiko have the wareshinobu hairdo, which is shown in the drawings, while the geiko have the shimada haircut. The hairdos of senior and junior Maiko differ. Maiko wear monthly-changing, brightly colored hair accessories with floral themes. The only hair accessory Geiko wears is a straightforward comb.

Hairpins

Maiko sports bira, which are silver, dangling metal hairpins. Geiko typically wears no hairpins or just uses very basic ones.

Kimono

Maiko dress in a vibrant, typically flower-decorated kimono with long sleeves, as seen in the pictures, while geiko dress in a straightforward kimono with short sleeves. Maiko and geiko wear separate inner garments, as was already mentioned. Typically, the chest of the maiko is suppressed to highlight her youth and purity. Maiko and Geiko both dress in pricey, custom-made silk kimonos, which are never found in shops.

The color of the collars worn by maiko and geiko is one of their primary distinctions. Geiko wears a white collar, while Maiko wears a red collar. Because of this, when a maiko transitions to a career as a geiko, they refer to it as "turning the collar."

Sash (Obi)

A 5–7 meter long silk sash is worn by Maiko. Geiko dons a straightforward, short sash. In the winter, Maiko's outfit—with the long sash, the intricate undergarments, and the jacket—can weigh up to 15 kilograms.

Sandals

Maiko wears okobo, which are tall sandals, while geiko wears zori, which are little sandals. Maiko typically wears sandals with a bell that jingles while she walks. Despite the fact that the sounds of these tiny bells may make them appear infantile, the locals refer to this sound as the sound of Kyoto streets.

How can you turn into a geisha?

The first stage in becoming a geisha is to apply to and be accepted into an okiya, where one can receive maiko training before becoming a geisha. However, it is still possible, just not typical, for foreigners to be accepted for training. Geisha are traditionally women of Japanese descent.

How do Geishas sleep?

To keep their haircut, Maiko was frequently taught to use a takamura as a pillow when they slept. Despite the fact that geiko or geisha would occasionally do the same, some choose to wear wigs because the haircut frequently wears down natural hair over time.

How can a Geisha be hired?

There are numerous opportunities to interact with geishas in Kyoto, particularly at the Kyoto Maikoya Tea Ceremony, where guests can watch geikos or maikos perform. Other opportunities include online meetings and in-person private sessions.

Why do geisha wear white makeup and have black teeth?

Geiko and Maiko wore white makeup so that they could be seen clearly in the dark as there was no electricity in the past. The black teeth, or "Ohaguro," are a custom used to indicate that a person has reached adulthood and provide a beautiful contrast to the white cosmetics. Although it is no longer done, certain geishas in Kyoto used to color their teeth.

In Japan, are geishas revered?

Geishas are highly regarded as entertainers and artists in Japan; becoming one is a lengthy and challenging process, particularly in Kyoto where the traditions are rigidly upheld

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shadowiie · 2 years

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For the ask game, Cream the rabbit? (^-^)

One aspect of Cream that I enjoy is how unique she is as a playable character. I just finished watching the Advance 2 cutscenes for this as I realize I didn't know enough about her to talk about her, and one thing that always stood out to me was how different she was from the main cast.

She chooses to fight against capital E Eggman in order to save her mother (a parent - something most characters don't have, especially one thats alive and actually a good parental figure). She's polite and well mannered, a stark contrast to most characters' rude attitude. Furthermore, she never fights head-on, Cheese is the one fighting for her. That's very different!

As a little baby man, Cream was my go-to character when playing Ultimate Flash Sonic. She was cute and she wasn't all pink and girly like Amy and she was easier to play with while not being boring ol Tails (and Shadow had to be unlocked to play. Otherwise baby me knew what's up).

It's interesting how much she stands out amongst the rest of the cast. She has her own little niche to her, which I appreciate.

One thing i wish more people understood about her.... Hm. Maybe it's because i don't know her as well as some of the other cast, but Cream isn't really a character that's easily misinterpreted. If I had to pick one thing, I'd say her bravery.

Whether it's for her mother or Chocola, Cream has always been willing to step into harms way to get them back. She's quite the ass-kicker, too - while Cheese does most of the work it's Cream herself who gives the orders.

She can seem like she's your standard "little girl" character, but like with most Sonic characters once you take the time to look at them you notice their character is much more complex than at first glance.

As for a headcanon..... I headcanon that like she does for most chao, she gets along well with Chaos :)

Whenever she's allowed up on Angel Island, she plays hide-and-seek and makes flower crowns for them, as well as with all the other little chao. Knuckles appreciates it, though he'd never admit it.

One relationship that I really appreciate is Cream and Sonic. Cream tends to bring out Sonic's kinder side, as he'll go out of his way to do things for her in his own Sonic-ey way. God help you if you make Cream cry, as Sonic will zip into action to make things right. In Sonic Advance 2, when Vanilla is kidnapped during final story and Cream starts to cry, the very next action Sonic takes is to use the 7 chaos emeralds and become Super Sonic to chase after Eggman and rescue Vanilla once and for all.

It's very cute how Sonic acts like an older brother to her.

I also really like Cream's relationship with Vanilla and Amy.

One relationship I wish I could see is Cream and Knuckles. Knuckles is stubbornly kind when it comes to other people, but his inexperience and hot headedness leads him prone to misinterpretation and awkwardness.

I think it'd be cute to see Knuckles awkwardly trying to babysit Cream. Bonus points if he's a terrible babysitter, and Sonic gets to tease him when he accidentally makes Cream cry with his poor skills. Even still, he won't hesitate to smash anything that tries to hurt or tease her, including especially Sonic.

As for a headcanon with one other person, I think Amy often brings Cream along for "girl talks." Cream tends to just go along with whatever Amy's doing, and so I could totally see Amy, needing another girl to talk to about love who isn't Rouge or Blaze (Blaze lives in the Sol Dimension, and Rouge just gets on Amy's nerves), would drag Cream over to her house and then vent/gush about her love for Sonic. Cream doesn't really get it but she's too polite to refuse.

#ask game #cream the rabbit #i ended up learning to appreciate Cream's character more with this #as i had to learn more about her in order to talk about her #this was fun!#also how come i keep putting sonic in as someone i like seeing them interact with. hes j a fun guy #who is also the only character that consistently interacts with every member of the main cast

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queerasaurus-rexx · 2 years

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more nsfw but what kinda headgame do the demon bros have?

fucking hell, you're really trying to kill me.

disclaimer but that mc is gonna be afab in this one because the variety oral sex i am most familiar with is cunnilingus. all my other headcanon/request posts are for an mc of unspecified sex. these will still use gender neutral pronouns, though!

Lucifer:

this might be an unpopular opinion, but i would imagine lucifer has the weakest headgame out of his brothers. do not take this to mean he still can't make mc squirt like a sprinkler - he can. i'm just saying, he's probably better with his hands than he is with his mouth.

Mammon:

mammon's technique suffers purely from inexperience. he's mostly teeth, but he's definitely more open to listening to tips mc gives him, thought he is inherently greedy. he tends to much prefer when the mc is using their mouth on him.

Leviathan:

for a greasy little weirdo, this man is not afraid to get up in mc's business and practically worship the clit. he pretty well perfected his technique purely for the satisfaction that he gets knowing that no one else can make mc feel the way he does. he's a perfectionist, you and he won't stop until the mc is quaking in the knees and screaming their lungs out.

Asmodeus:

asmo is the avatar of lust - he's practically a sex god ok? there's no way he doesn't have bitchin' head game.mc will walk away from that shit a changed human being.

Beelzebub:

beel's got the spirit, if not the perfect technique. that tongue, though, that tongue has practically got a mind of its own when it's between mc's legs. he will make them orgasm purely from oral, i take no notes on this.

Belphegor:

in contrast to beel, belphie more on technique. the thing is, he knows how to make mc climax, and he knows how to get them there quickly. he's also good from just about any angle and has probably managed to rock mc's world upside down. downside is he's likely to fall asleep immediately afterwards and just be in mc's grill until he wakes up.

Satan:

he probably has an extended library of erotica, so it goes without saying he probably has some more tricks up his sleeve. definitely likes to tease the mc, working them up with hot and fast tongue before cooling them off again with and steady sucking. out of all the brothers, he's the one who takes the longest to get mc to orgasm, but it is certainly not from lack of skill.

#shall we date obey me #obey me #swd obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me nsft

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hatchetation · 2 years

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Someone in an ask said Kate's actions are indicative of someone who is very emotionally immature which I think it a very accurate description but also I was thinking - what if Cara was Kate's fist romantic endeavor? Like that would also explain why she's so clueless when it comes to relationships - maybe its a combination of her poor social skills & inexperience with romantic relationships. I have more thoughts about this if people wanna hear them. Also with Cara calling Kate Whistler I think they used to work together too or at least met through work - otherwise why else would she have said "whistler's gf" not "Kate's gf" unless it was out of habit. I also think that Kate has some serious avoidant behavior issues

Okay I could definitely see Cara being Kate's first romantic endeavor if only because I thought /Lucy/ was Kate's first romantic endeavor! So yeah, maybe a lack of experience with navigating romance is at play here. I can't speak for others but I would love to hear more of your thoughts on this :D

Also yes I agree Cara and Whistler /must/ have worked together?? I mean, I guess they could've done like...a softball league together as well (sports are the only other context I can think of rn where you might habitually call someone by their last name haha)? But it seems more likely that they were colleagues. As one anon pointed out--pretty telling that even a woman who considered herself to be Kate's girlfriend didn't call her by her first name !

Last thing--I agree Kate is super avoidant. The contrast between her personal and professional life is HUGE in that respect because she's shown that she faces work situations head on and with confidence. I've been having a lot of ~feelings~ about this as I've been thinking about my own experiences as a queer woman. Cuz like, I think many queer people are /really/ good at compartmentalizing and while that can be incredibly helpful professionally, on a personal level it can create challenges. We don't know Whistler's relationship to her queerness, but idk I feel like it's all interrelated.

#go to therapy kate!!#i cant say it enough #kacy #lucy tara #lucy x kate #kate whistler #ncis hawaii #whistara

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 3 years

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Asano/F!Darling: Unconventional Methods (VI)

TW: Noncon/dubcon, unhealthy power dynamic, unhealthy relationship, abuse of authority, spanking

____ didn't mind Asano's smaller outside assignments that much, especially compared to that first lesson. She knew when they would come since he only ever sent them during her breaks or outside of work hours, and having time to write a response was less stressful than being put on the spot and having to look at him. Still...Asano's questions and requests were enough to make her squirm in her seat even when they weren't sexual.

"How many partners have you had, including the ex-boyfriend you mentioned? Were you sexually active with them as well?"

"Have you always lived on your own? Do you ever feel a desire to live with someone or feel intense loneliness at home?"

"Have you ever had a near-death experience?"

"Send a photo of the toy you mentioned using. Describe its function and how often you use it each week."

"Was your family life turbulent growing up?"

"Have you ever been struck during a sexual encounter (eg. Slapping, spanking, scratching) or experienced pain (eg. hair-pulling, biting)? If so, describe the action and how you responded to it."

That last one made her feel especially worried. She'd never done anything rougher than maybe getting her hair pulled and being called a cute little slut by her ex whenever he'd talk dirty to her. And compared to Asano, a black belt who famously defeated his teacher on his third day of class, her ex wasn't much of a fighter.

____ sighed and tried to focus on the papers she was supposed to be grading in 1A's classroom while the instructor taught the students. Principal Asano was just trying to make her uncomfortable by asking her, and probably by making her wonder if he really was planning on hurting her like that during one of his lessons. Speaking of which...it had been one week since her third lesson. The last two weren't as sexual as the first, but they were just as stressful. The second lesson was almost like a regular lecture, aside from the fact that she'd been completely nude the entire time. Asano had given her a small stack of education and psychology textbooks for her to annotate and study in his office while he watched her. Any time she moved the book up or hunched over the small table he'd provided for her to hide her breasts, he'd told her to sit up straight and she reluctantly obeyed.

The third lesson had involved her "shadowing" him while he did his own work; thankfully she got to keep her clothes on for this one, but she spent the entire time in his lap. Occasionally his hands would wander between her thighs to ghost against her panties, and eventually she noticed how he was subtly rocking his hips every so often while a slight bulge nudged her backside. It didn't seem to faze him in the slightest though; whenever he'd show her one of the documents he was working on or made a phonecall, his voice didn't seem tense or strained at all while she sat in his lap.

She understood why he needed to make her so uncomfortable, and he'd patiently explained to her more than once that her personal inexperience was why so many of these lessons were sexual--you're least comfortable when trying something new. But it still felt so wrong to do things like this, even if her boss explicitly said it was okay. Is that why she didn't want to ask any of her coworkers for advice or whether they thought this was an appropriate teaching method? Asano hadn't ever said to keep it secret, after all. Still...she'd have to admit that she and Asano had done all of these things together--on campus, in his office! Even if it was to make her a better teacher--and even if the other faculty members believed that--she could never look them in the eye ever again. ____'s face flushed with heat and she hurriedly made her way down the hall to Asano's office; maybe after this lesson she could ask him if she should discuss his program with any of the other teachers.

____ knocked at Asano's door and waited for him to reply. "Come in." Immediately she stepped inside, closed the door, and locked it from the inside; now that she'd had multiple lessons in his office, she had learned the routine for the start of his lessons. Asano was at his desk and peering at the documents in his hand. "Sit." He hadn't even looked up from his papers.

____ eagerly walked to the chair in front of his desk and sat with her legs crossed. "Um, sir," she began, "Before we start, I wanted to--"

"We've already started today's lesson," Asano interrupted, his voice soft but firm and commanding as ever. "Once we've finished, you can talk to me about your concerns."

____ pressed her lips together in a line and tried not to sound too bothered by him dismissing her so quickly. "What will today's lesson involve?" She prayed over and over in her mind: nothing sexual, nothing sexual, nothing sexual...

Asano finally glanced up from his papers to look her over, and ____ tried her best not to meet his gaze. "I want to see how well you've studied the books I lent to you," he said. "Nothing too exhaustive, just a cursory review with an oral quiz." He moved his seat back and rested his arms on either side of the chair. "Put yourself on my lap, facing down on your stomach."

____ hesitantly rose up and moved around the desk to lay down the way Asano had ordered. The arms of the chair pushed against her chest and upper thighs, but not enough to be anything more than mildly cumbersome. She flinched slightly when she felt his hand move to pull up the bottom of her skirt and expose her rear end to the cool air of his office. "S-sir?"

Asano moved one hand to rest over her back while the other cupped the soft flesh of her backside. "For every question you're unable to answer, you'll get a penalty." He squeezed her ass gently and felt ____ squirm as he toyed with her. "I'll guide you to a proper answer until you manage to discover it for yourself. First: Gardner's theory of multiple intelligences is not a theory applied to most schools in Japan. Tell me why you think that is."

____ shifted in her seat. Were all the questions going to be this open-ended? "Ah...L-let me see," she murmured. It was difficult to think straight when you were upside down and your boss was groping your ass. "Well, Gardner's theory is...u-um, it comes from a Western perspective of intelligence? Kunugigaoka's teaching methods are based heavily off of, of collectivism and group efforts being important. So it may not be applicable here?"

Asano pursed his lips. "Is collectivism solely an Eastern value? Not to mention, you're forgetting one of the cornerstones of our teaching methods is behaviorism--a concept theorized in Europe and the United States."

"Oh. That's true," ____ admitted. "I'm sorry, Asano-sa--"

A sudden smack against her ass startled her followed by a stinging pain made her tear up immediately. She'd never been hit this hard before, and she immediately felt a lump in her throat as she started to cry. "Apologize by considering a better answer," Asano said coldly. "Think carefully about how Gardner's theory contrasts with different policies and standards in Japan."

____ sniffled and cried as he had spoken, and continued to after he'd told her to try again. 'I...u-um, let me...I...A-Asano-san, I..." She tried to think about the question, she really did. "I've never been spanked before, th-this really hurts..."

Asano gently rubbed the place he'd struck her and she let out a small whine; even him comforting her hurt. "It's a new experience, and an effective one," he said. "You're more likely to remember and retain what I say with a physical trigger." He squeezed her ass and felt her squirm again. "Try again."

____ bit the inside of her cheek and tried to ignore the sting and the heat coming from her skin. "Um. Gardner's theories...they imply that each type of intelligence is...a student with one strength does better with a different type of learning method, and a student with a different one would do better with an-another one," she rambled. "But school exams only test the ability to retain a-and apply information. A...a student with high kinetic intelligence, they might struggle on a written exam be-because it tests a different set of skills. R-right?" She looked up at Asano as best as she could for a sign that she had given the right answer.

Asano smiled and tucked a piece of stray hair behind her ear. "A much better answer," he confirmed. "A school setting emphasizes and values different types of intelligence over others, and so does society as a whole." Asano squeezed and played with her upper thigh, and ____ felt his fingers coming closer and closer to between her legs until he was pressing against her clothed slit. "At Kunugigaoka however, I've tried to incorporate the needs of students who aren't gifted with the natural intelligence that exams cover. Even if a student's resistant to conventional teaching and study methods, I've found that a forceful approach can work through that rigidity." He smirked and felt ____ squeeze her thighs around his hand as a he played with her clit. "Next question."

____ tried to gather her thoughts as best as she could while being toyed with over Asano's knee. Shouldn't she be answering these questions while NOT being so distracted? How is she supposed to give a proper response when he's touching her and groping her like this? "S-sir, I understand the purpose of being spanked--um, struck? Learning with a physical trigger. But it's distracting me and I can't focus on what I've studied..."

Asano nodded and slipped some of his fingers past her underwear, pulling them down to press directly against her cunt. She gasped through her nose and felt a wave of shame after she felt her body clench around his fingertips. "That's the point," Asano explained patiently. "If you've studied properly then you should be able to recall information easily, even under stress." He could feel a small bit of lubrication around her entrance making it easier to slip the tip of his middle finger inside. "You did study, didn't you?"

"Y-yes," ____ insisted. "I just didn't think it would be this...ah, this..." She trailed off and whimpered at the feeling of his finger rubbing against a sensitive spot; she didn't even realize that she had started to rock her hips back and forth in time with his hand. "Sir, please!"

Asano narrowed his eyes at ____ as he continued to play with her with one hand. He knew she wasn't experienced with this kind of stimulation, but that wasn't any excuse to act so childishly. "Please? Please do what? I can't stop just because you're uncomfortable, you know that. Now, for the next question. The study conducted on adolescents aged 12 and 13 is referenced often in chapter 3 of the textbook on memory I sent you. The two students in the study failed to keep up with the lessons during the experiment and suffered nervous breakdowns from the strain of the coursework. Why do the authors frame this as something positive?"

____ tried to remember the article he was asking about, but her thoughts were clouded and scattered as she felt a creeping feeling of pleasure and tension in her core. What was that article about? Not memory, that was the one in chapter 2...No, it was about the correlation between classroom size, curriculum density, and...and short class periods? "Ah...The students who had breakdowns," she started, not even sure of what she was trying to say. "The authors theorized it was b-because the intensity of the material being covered and the short--ooh...short class periods. U-um, the teaching method focused on parallel thinking and had them all studying multiple things at the same t-time, and the two students couldn't take...couldn't take it anymore..."

____ let out a frustrated groan and tried to move her hips away from Asano's hand. "Please, I can't," she insisted. "I can't do both at the same time, I can't think when you--"

Asano pulled her hips back into place and quickly covered her mouth with one hand before slapping her ass again. She screamed and started to sob against the palm keeping her somewhat quiet. "You aren't answering the question, you're re-stating it," he said irritably. "Not only that, but you're interrupting the lesson by moving away like that." He raised his hand again and ____ instinctively tried to move out of the way and tried to reach up and block him from hitting her; his eyes darkened and in one swift movement, he pushed her over against the desk and gripped her wrists behind her back while keeping his other hand on her mouth.

"You've disrupted my lesson twice now," he said icily. "If you're so eager to act like an unruly child and throw a tantrum, I'm more than happy to put it on hold to correct this." He dug his nails into the flesh of her wrists and she screamed again. "I'm going to let go of your wrists, and you're going to keep your hands on this desk until I tell you to put then behind your back. Do you understand?"

____ clenched her fists and tried her best to nod while her head was turned to the side against his desk while she continued to cry. This already hurt so much, and she couldn't imagine what he'd do if she tried to run out of the room or fight back. "Mm...Mhh-mm." She sniffled and choked back some of her sobs to try and respond. Asano, true to his word, let go of her wrists and she immediately placed them on the edge of the desk. Her knuckles lightened as she gripped the wood as hard as possible, and the ache of her hands distracted her from the sting of her lower thighs and the strain on her neck and upper body being pressed against his desk.

After a few seconds, she felt his hand take one of her wrists; a strip of cloth was in his hand, and she felt it brush against her own skin. "Behind your back," he ordered. ____ complied and put her hands together again. She felt the silk of Asano's tie wrap around her and tighten until it was firmly keeping her wrists bound. He took her by the crook of her arm and moved his other hand to let her breathe more easily through her nose while he kept her mouth covered. "Back in the chair."

Soon she was back in his lap, though this time her hands were in an uncomfortable raised position thanks to his necktie. "Obviously you're not able to continue with the quiz I had in mind today," Asano said, sighing in disappointment. "Still, I'm not going to cut our lesson short just because of your outburst." ____ felt a few more tears well up at just how upset and disappointed he sounded in her. She didn't want to be a brat. She didn't want to disrupt his lesson, but she just couldn't think straight. "Instead, we'll be reviewing something much more elementary to match your attitude." Her heart sank as she felt his hand rest on the curve of her ass again. "The two of us are going to count. I think that ten should be high enough."

____ caught a glimpse of his hand as he raised it up and bit her lower lip to try and steel herself before he spanked her again. The harsh slap of skin against skin followed by a new rush of aching pain left her sobbing pathetically underneath him. His voice was soft and eerily cheery as he brushed a few fingers over where he'd hit her. "One."

Slap. "Two."

Slap. "Three."

____ heard the rush of blood roaring in her ears until she could hear nothing else, not even the spankings or her own crying. It sounded so far away, just like Asano's voice. "Four...five..."

The breaks in between each spanking grew longer and longer, and Asano could hear her wails become less and less loud and obnoxious until they died down to short whimpers after each slap. Her lips were slightly parted behind his hand, but she wasn't pouting and wincing anymore; it seemed that she'd spent all of her energy and her tantrum had finally subsided. He peered down at her slightly-tilted head and noted the glazed-over look in her visibly reddened eyes as she stared off into space. Dissociation was a common side effect when it came to his students, a clear sign that they were at their limit and--even better--their minds were much easier to mould now that their subconscious was preoccupied elsewhere. For ____ in particular, it was a key step in training her. Right now she had learned she couldn't resist him, and with the right positive and negative reinforcement she'd learn to love his guiding hand.

"Six." Smack.

"Mm..."

"Seven." Smack.

"Mmm."

An impulsive part of him, specifically the part responsible for the slight tent in his pants as he watched her stare blankly and become more and more compliant and complacent with each strike. She clearly wasn't cut out to teach, not with how well she fit in his lap and how satisfying it was to hear her soft moans. He imagined how much better it would be to see her transition from resistant and defiant, to blank and defeated, and finally to eager and adoring once he'd finally finished grooming her into his ideal "protégé."

"Eight...Nine...Ten."

#.assassination classroom #yandere assassination classroom #yandere asano #.asano #asano's darling #fem darling #tw: noncon #.myshit

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nowis-scales · 2 years

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Hello, happened to come across your blog and I find your content appealing.

Anywho, I had an interesting question since I feel like you’d give an interesting answer.

If you were to send six of the second generation characters from Fates to the Three Houses universe (similar to how Inigo, Severa, and Owain were sent to the Fates universe), who would you send?

(For bonus content: why would you send them? Which houses would you have them join? Who do you think they’d get along with? Would you pick specific mothers for them? Any other headcannons about this scenario you’d like to share?)

Thank you for your compliments on my blog! It’s always fun to get questions like these.

Before I get to the answers, I just wanted to make a handful of quick disclaimers on my choices. The way I have it set up in terms of mothers/houses is completely disregarding things that seem more… canonical, if that makes sense? Like for example, I wouldn’t necessarily marry some of these characters’ Fates fathers to their Three Houses mothers in terms of chemistry. I tried to go for more based off of what suits the child’s and the mother’s personality. I tried do the same for the actual house choices, disregarding where the mothers would have come from and thus linked the child to. Hope that’s okay!

With that being said, though, here are my thoughts:

1. Shiro, child to Leonie, and the only child who I could not figure out a house for. He’s versatile.

I know it’s a stark contrast for Shiro to go from the son of a future crown prince of a rich country to someone as frugal and humble in origin as Leonie, but I think there are some personality bits there that link them nicely to each other. Their shared determination to win, their sense of both rivalry and respect for a figure in their life, and the older sibling attitude are all things that Shiro and Leonie share. It also may or may not have something to do with Shiro being my favourite Fates child and Leonie my favourite Three Houses girl, but I digress.

With a political situation as heavy as the one we see in Fodlan, I feel like Shiro’s superiority complex and feisty nature could make him both an asset and a liability. He’s a skilled warrior, but his overeagerness and inexperience with more thought-out plans often gets the best of him. He’s not yet ready to be the wise leader type, but in Fodlan he would still be living in a time where that is very much necessary — and that would put him in a position where he’d have to work to grow as a person and become more disciplined.

I’d be quite interested to see the sort of moral perspective that Shiro takes on the war, as when we meet him in Fates, he’s still very much unprepared for this. On the one hand, we could have him still take influence from Ryoma — “we sacrifice the lives of our enemies in order to preserve our way of life, but we must weigh this decision carefully” — or, we could play into the comment he makes about the lack of preparation he has for all of this. His decision on who or what to side with could be much flimsier, because we need to account for Shiro’s uncertainty in this situation. He’s not yet built for leading or for war, and I think that’s something that would be incredibly fun to toy with in Fodlan’s politically charged climate.

2. Nina, child to Hilda, member of the Black Eagles house.

If it were at all possible for Nina to be in this position, I think it would pay to really emphasize that I think we could see a lot of good development for her in this circumstance. A lot of people reduce her to her fujoshi shtick, but the morality she expresses in her paralogue is actually quite intriguing. I think I could see her having an appealing moral struggle, wanting to do whatever it takes to help the little people in Fodlan, while also questioning the means through which she is going to do so. I don’t know if I see her being entirely believing in Edelgard, but I almost feel like she might consider it — especially with someone like Niles as a father. Tearing down a structure of nobility would probably sound pretty good to someone like her.

I think I would want to send someone like Nina because she adds a layer of complexity to the situation at hand. She’s more likely to sympathize with the commoners, as I said, but she’d also be more likely to try and see how Edelgard’s rhetoric would actually help them. I see her very much as someone who would scrutinize all possibilities if she were ever to pick a side, and if she didn’t, then I could absolutely see her as someone using any power she had to help out those who are being crushed by the horrors of the war.

It is for this reason that I could see Nina as a Black Eagle. After all, they have the most moral struggle with either joining Edelgard on Crimson Flower or supporting Rhea in Silver Snow, so I think my uncertainty about Nina’s placement leads me to believe that she’s probably a good fit for a Black Eagle no matter where she would choose to align herself in the world of Three Houses. In terms of who she might get along with in that house, I could probably see her aligning herself closely to Dorothea and Bernadetta. She would most likely spend some time trading stories with Bernadetta, and would slowly end up growing a bit protective of the nervous girl. As for Dorothea, well, I just think their personalities would probably mesh well enough.

3. Shigure, child to Mercedes, member of the Blue Lions house.

Maybe it’s just because the Blue Lions route is supposed to be closest to the typical FE lord’s journey and Shigure is such a plot relevant character, but I cannot see Shigure being anything but a Blue Lion. While he might not be a child of Valla in this AU, it is likely that he may retain the understanding of the harm that these conflicts and war bring, so I could see him being an advocate for Dimitri’s interest in more democratic style of ruling. Furthermore, I think he’d also be a strong advocate for the people of Duscur, or perhaps only someone who believes that blind hatred isn’t the right path to take. Shigure is about peace and justice first and foremost, and he’s not unwilling to sacrifice to get it, so I think it just makes the most sense for him to be on the Blue Lions path. Plus, if we’re talking in terms of just actual sense in sending them... as I said, Shigure’s kind of got a thing about blind hatred being bad (considering, you know, Azura being his mom). It would be great for people in Fodlan to see more of that kind of attitude, to help foster stronger relationships between countries instead of whatever weird imperialism is going on.

In terms of selected mothers, admittedly, I might have chosen Mercedes because she, in some part, reminds me of Azura. Her sort of gentle, soft demeanour reminds me a bit of Azura, so I could see the also gentle Shigure making a reasonable son for her to have. Furthermore, Mercedes is also known to have her snippier moments from time to time with characters like Lorenz, and Shigure shares those as well, so it’s kind of like an “apple doesn’t fall far from the tree” concept to me.

As for who I think he’d get along with... well, I dunno if I can actually tell you anyone specific. I think he’d get along with most of the Lions, but perhaps Dedue and Annette in particular. I think Annette’s cheerful but hardworking attitude is somewhat reminiscent of Kana, and I think the equal parts of quiet-and-gentle that come from Dedue would make them fast friends indeed. They’d definitely garden together. Otherwise, I think he probably wouldn’t get along with Sylvain or Felix. He’s a fairly tolerant guy, but someone with so little respect for women and the other with so little respect for others in general would probably rub him quite the wrong way. Those two could easily earn themselves a curt dismissal on his part.

4. Sophie, child to Ingrid, member of the Blue Lions house.

With the culture of chivalry that Sophie seems to believe in, I hope it’s not too far of a stretch to see how Sophie would be a Blue Lion and the daughter of Ingrid. I could see Ingrid probably training Sophie to be a knight from a young age, similar to how Silas did, and Sophie responding to the situation with total glee. As a knight, I think she would concern herself greatly with serving and protecting the people in Fodlan, and would do her best to act on her moral compass as much as possible.

While for some of the children I think of their political positions in relation to the ones in 3H are more dubious, I think Sophie is probably pretty Azure Moon-based. She’s not the type of person who would be willing to do a “greater good” conquest, and I think her father’s neutrality in all routes suggests that Sophie herself is likely to be less concerned with Golden Deer matters. I’m honestly not even sure how recruitable she’d be. I think she’d be possible for Silver Snow or Verdant Wind, but... I think Crimson Flower is probably a no. She is incredibly steadfast in her values, and if she feels she is hurting people she is supposed to be protecting, then I don’t see her budging on that. For her, it’s just a lot of going where she’s needed and doing her best to help the people there, even if she’s probably going to stumble over herself along the way. She’s still Sophie, after all.

In terms of people she’d get along with, other than Ingrid, I could see Sophie being friends with Annette, Mercedes, and probably Flayn. She also might look up to someone like Catherine. With someone so accident-prone but still cheerful, it makes sense to me that Sophie would probably pick out people that match that energy. Flayn, Annette, and Mercedes are all capable of handling her as she is, and I think Catherine would be more than happy to have her trailing behind, even if she does make a mess of things sometimes.

5. Forrest, child to Dorothea, member of the Black Eagles house.

Finding where I want to place Forrest is... hard. His mother and his house came to me easily, but in terms of actual moral alignments? Yeah, I’m a bit stuck there. I could see him living in almost a Charlotte-like situation, wanting to get into sewing clothes as he does in Fates in an effort to help give his mother something to fall back on. After all, Dorothea’s lived much of her life in fear that she will not be able to marry rich and thus have nothing after her youth fades. I could see Forrest wanting to open a tailor shop both to pursue his passion, and to support his beloved mother. I think they’d have an adorable mother-son relationship, but that’s probably not the only answer you’re looking for.

I think Forrest fits in best with the Black Eagles because I think he could go either way on CF/SS a bit like Nina. I do not see him caring much for Hubert, being a bit exasperated by Caspar (but still liking his energy), being acquaintances with Linhardt... and probably enjoying the company of Ferdinand to some capacity. As for the women, I think he and Edelgard might like each other, but definitely be a bit at odds. Forrest, like Leo, has his particularities, but so does Edie, so I think they might lock horns a bit. That being said, I can see a bit of a fondness forming for Petra and Bernadetta, who really are just very sweet girls who want to do their best. Definitely would include a support conversation about him making a dress for Bernie so she can feel beautiful, and maybe one with Petra teaching him about Brigid fashion and making her clothes so she can feel more at home.

My ultimate difficulty with his morality placement is just because he is a member of the nobility as Leo’s son and, as he exists in his canon, has lived a somewhat sheltered life. I think he would want to make an effort to understand others, but does that mean believing what Edelgard tells him? I’m not sure if it would be like him to swallow what she’s saying to him without actually investigating it himself. If he were available on CF, I could definitely see it as more of a cautious suspicion attendance. Sort of like how a lot of the characters on CF actually don’t sound so sure that they made the right choice (Linhardt literally gives “I dunno, it would be work to fight you” as his reasoning, so I feel like anything goes). All in all, he’s pretty hard to place, but you could argue that this is part of the fun!

6. Ophelia, child to Marianne, member of the Golden Deer house.

Okay. Hear me out. I know Marianne doesn’t seem like the most likely mother of a child like Ophelia, but think about it: Marianne, a noble with blood that seems cursed, who has always had a hard time believing in herself and her worth as a person because of it? And her sweet daughter, Ophelia, who loves her mother to pieces and wants her to know just how great she really is? Just saying, that’s super cute. Ophelia’s energy matches up very nicely against Marianne’s shyness, and I just know Marianne told her all kinds of stories growing up and fostered that wonderful imagination of hers. I could see them having a very warm relationship, where Ophelia thinks the world of her mother and Marianne doesn’t know what she did to deserve a daughter so special. Just adorable all around.

The natural eccentricity that Ophelia exudes makes me feel like she would make an excellent member of the Golden Deer house. While it’s not comparable to the suffering people face based on background, she knows what it’s like to feel like an outsider just because you don’t think or act like everyone else. She’d naturally want different groups of people to learn how to understand each other and get along, so I think following Claude’s dream of breaking down the invisible barriers between people would really appeal to her. Overall, I think Ophelia is a good choice just because of that bright spirit of hers. She’s down to do anything that will help others because she sees herself as Ophelia Dark, Legendary Heroine. She’s going to do what she believes is right and look out for the people who need her, which is something that’s very important in Fodlan’s political climate, I’d say.

In terms of who she’d respond most to, I could actually see her maybe being friends with Ignatz and Raphael. I think she’d model a lot of paintings for Ignatz, or maybe give him inspiration through her grandiose fantasies. They’d probably have a lot of fun hanging out together and telling stories, and Ophelia’s high energy against Ignatz’s gentleness just matches well. As for Raphael, I think it’s a similar thing — positive attitude plus positive attitude. I could see them enjoying plenty of feasts together. Otherwise, she might also enjoy the company of Leonie — if only because she makes up a lot of stories about the future of Leonie Pinelli, Blade Breaker Two, the Greatest Mercenary in All of Fodlan. It might make Leonie a bit embarrassed, but it’s the thought that counts, and she’d definitely recognize that Ophelia’s only looking to be friendly.

In conclusion...

The six children of Fates I would send to the Three Houses universe are Shiro/Shinonome, Nina/Éponine, Shigure, Forrest/Foleo, and Ophelia. Definitely a bit of an unbalanced Hoshido vs. Nohr thing there, but I feel like these are the kids that would probably fit in the best. After all, would be kind of funny if in addition to Fates, we had to do more of the game hopping thing with Cordelia, Gaius, and Tharja again.

I hope my answer was satisfactory, and thanks again for asking the question!

#I'm sorry this took so long I tend to be a little too comprehensive with my asks aah #hopefully it was enjoyable at least!#authordgaster asks #fire emblem fates #fe shiro #fe nina #fe shigure #fe sophie #fe forrest #fe ophelia #fe14

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abizarreyodelingincident · 3 years

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Braaaaaaains...

Jason Todd is legally – and biologically – dead. His family noted his lack of pulse at three in the morning, inside the cave, his body laid out on a table with medical instruments.

No, really, tell him something he doesn't know.

What else crawls out of a grave moaning and groaning?

Or, Jason thought his family full of the world's greatest detectives was smarter than this. Apparently not.

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It had been an ordinary night. Calm. The stage for very little costumed crime and barely more regular, non-insane crime as well. Half the menagerie that made up Dick's loving ragtag bunch of younger siblings had even taken the night off.

Nothing should have make him arrive to silence this thick, to this faint echo of sniffling.

He sprinted after the noise.

Damian's fine, left before me. Duke didn't go out, nor did Steph. Babs spent the evening with Cass in the cave, Tim swept the bowery and said he was going to stop by Jason's place to-

He collided with a shaking, tear stained Tim right outside the medbay.

There was a body on the closest table. Others around it, crying, pacing, muttering in denial.

Dick couldn't look.

No, no, please, please no. I can't do that again. I can't!

Scarred skin, too pale – to be Duke or Cass – by death. His breath hitched. No. He. Fuck.

He knew those scars. Those arms. That chest and that fucking Y from navel to shoulders.

“Dick! Jason... he was... I found him in his apartment. And I brought him to the cave... but... Jason doesn't have a pulse. He's... cold...”

Dick stumbled.

No.

No, no, no, that... that couldn't be real.

He caught himself on his little brother. Brought himself into a hug too tight, as painful as the arms gripping his ribs and back. A grip meant for a lifesaving light at sea. For a safeline over a ravine.

Twice. He'd lost the same brother twice. And this time, he didn't even have the excuse of inexperience and unstable situations. He... he patrolled the city whilst his brother was dead, completely oblivious to the fact. How could he? How dare he not know?!

“Shh, Tim, I'm here. I'm here.” But not for Jason, whispered a vicious part of him.

“What's all this?”

Dick's heart just about stopped.

Damian stood at the entrance to the lockers' room, uniform folded under one arm, hair slightly damp from a shower and Bat-themed pajamas worn without shame. His mild annoyance was proof he had no idea of the drama that had happened not twenty feet from him.

With reluctance, he let go of Tim, a gentle hand lingering on his shoulder, before he took a few steps toward his youngest, most vulnerable brother.

“D-Dami, I... ” Damn it, he had to be the one to tell Damian about this. Because otherwise, the person to break the news would be Bruce, and-

Shit.

Bruce.

Oh God. How could they possibly tell him- ? After all their fights, the goddamned shattering that had broken the man he had been, and their last conversations even being more admonishment about protocols that Jason had flippantly disregarded. Bruce would never recover. That was it. The end of Batman.

...But first, God he hated himself, wanted to just curl up in a corner and forget everything, first he had a young brother he needed to talk to. One... one little brother less than just this afternoon.

“Jason... ” He swallowed, his throat tight, his heart in denial, the words so damning, but needing to be said. “Jason did not make it. He... he's dead.”

Damian stayed thoughtfully silent.

Not... not the tearful reaction he had expected, but Damian had grown up surrounded by so much death and horror that he would obviously be guarded. And oh, Dick's heart went to his baby brother, and he truly wished he could

“I do not understand. Why such theatrics for the zombie?”

Dick gasped, knowledge warring with the flash of anger.

“Damian! He's our brother!”

“Did he lose his head?” Damian demanded, and Dick's mind buckled.

“Huh, no, but that doesn't have anything to d-”

“Then, why are you acting so weirdly emotional, Richard?”

Before Dick's temper could catch up to his mouth, the longest and most painful-sounding gasp erupted from the medbay, where, to the general shock of all, Jason's gray-ish body shot upward with both his arms raised.

Electroshocks didn't make you jolt like that.

Electroshocks, in fact, remained in their kit on the other side of the medbay, unused. Because Jason had seemingly been dead long before he had been brought to the cave.

That was roughly the moment when Dick's brain caught up with the first of many hints. Latched onto it with a fool's hope.

“... Damian... When you were calling Jason a 'zombie', what did you mean?”

Damian's brows scrunched up together, a look he meant to be intimidating, but had more in common with a disgruntled kitten. “Exactly that, Richard. Do we not have files on zombies in the computer? Dead bodies walking about animated by unholy powers?”

Jason's not- Dick forced the half formed thought to a halt. For once, he rather wanted to be very, very wrong in how he perceived his family.

“What's with all the noise? Can't someone try to sleep like the dead without screaming?” Jason groused. “Should have gotten myself buried ag-OOF!”

“JASON!” screamed the hysterical teenager that had launched himself at a very lively dead body.

“Huhh? Hi, Timmy?” Jason said blearily, ruffling Tim's hair, eyebags suspiciously prominent. “... Fear gas?”

The blinking slowed, the fog of sleep drifting away as he silently begged the rest of them for an answer.

Happily provided by a still crying Tim. “I thought you were gone!”

“What is dead may never die,” Jason quipped, his mouth twisting in that cocksure grin from his Robin days.

And Dick wanted nothing more than to stop right there, pass out from the relief and joy of his little brother being alive and kicking, but...

But...

That joke. One of many morbidly unfunny jokes and puns.

Bone-deep fatigue crushed his back. A bitter curse for whatever higher forces messing with them echoed strongly inside his skull, before he gave in to the inevitable and inhaled a few times for patience.

“Jason. We thought you were dead-dead.”

With prickly, hedgehog style affection, Jason pushed Tim back and stood up, stretching. “Come off it, Goldie. I wasn't even decapitated. I mean, if you were really worried, you could have just called a necromancer or something.” His expression hardened. “But if you ever call a necromancer on my ass, I'll shoot your perfect glutes.”

Yup, yup, yup, this is happening.

Tim finally wiped the rest of the tears away, helped by one of Stephanie's handkerchiefs, when he froze. “Wait. Your skin's still pale as a corpse.”

The flicker of amusement in Jason's eyes killed it for Dick.

God, how could they have all been this idiotic? If Wally ever learned about this – Shit, did Roy and Kory know before him?!

They were going to laugh their asses off at him.

Jason, unaware of the world recalibration happening in his poor big brother's mind, shrugged and rolled his shoulders – who creaked suspiciously loudly, more like rusty hinges than normal body parts. “Eh, I'm just a bit hungry. Nothing a meal or two won't fix and get some blood flowing back under my s-”

“You're a zombie.”

They turned toward him.

“Way to cross the finish line on time, Mister Rabbit,” Jason drawled.

Barbara, for once, looked completely unprepared. “A zombie,” she repeated, dazed.

Stephanie's nervous giggle died out when she noticed the lack of humor. “... No!”

Cassandra furiously looked down, muttering in her fist. Duke, by contrast, had the expression of a person stuck in a very awkward nightmare.

Even Jason's good-natured ribbing faded in when faced only with the distant screeched of bats. “... Hm, guys, bats, roostery, parasites and octopi? This is old news. What's with all the... ”

He vaguely gestured at their faces.

“Old news?” Tim rasped like he was being strangled.

“I came back from the dead years ago! Come on! Am I in a parallel universe? Hey, Demon Brat,” Jason called, baffled, “you knew, right? I didn't imagine that, right?!”

“Of course, Todd. Mother informed me of everything. Besides, Grandfather's interest in your state of being was of interest for a few weeks. How could I have been ignorant about your zombified state of being?”

In the corner of his eyes, Dick noticed Tim's, Barbara's and Cassandra's expressions all pinching in displeasure. In a way, Dick was reassured. He hadn't been the target of a family-wide hoax to discredit him as an attentive and loving eldest brother. No, he was just naturally blind, apparently.

“He knew?” Tim growled, like it was a personal failing of the fabric of time and space.

Damian's tone was the exact opposite. “And none of you realized...?”

Dick squirmed. “I... huh... you see...”

His baby brother eyed him, completely unimpressed, and for once after years of partnership, Dick felt he deserved every single ounce of it.

“I see... I shall reevaluate the value of this 'detective training' I've been given if this is the result then,” he said, the nearest thing to completely disavowing his older siblings without saying so.

In other circumstances, perhaps the others would have demanded that Damian stay and explain, but he suspected the quelling look it would have deserved prevented them. Not one of them spoke until Damian had disappeared upstairs and the elevator doors had closed.

“Jason, since when have you been a zombie?”

Jason blinked, jaw hanging. Juuuust enough for some of the scar tissue on his face to stretch past normal. Why did Dick only notice that now?

“Wait, you're all serious? How could you not know? I told you guys!”

And there was Dick's pride rearing its ugly head, because no, no he had not been told and maybe his deductive skills needed a very complete overhaul, but his memory was still excellent!

“You never said that. Heck, we weren't even talking until two years ago!”

“I literally told you all that I crawled out of my grave by myself, groaning the entire time. No experiment, no Lazarus Pit, just a body waking up in its own coffin and deciding to breathe fresh air. Does that not scream 'zombie' to you?”

They cringed.

“Not the only one that returned from beyond,” Babs mumbled. He could see her pull up the mental list right there.

“I greeted you all last meeting with a 'What's up, my bat folks? It's me, your favorite zombie!'. What did you think that meant?”

“That you're an asshole with a morbid sense of humor?” Stephanie quipped, and Jason momentarily paused his indignation to high five her. Fair's fair.

“Okay, but what about that time I got shot in the chest and I told you all not to worry about it?”

“I just figured you were going to get stitched up by Leslie or yourself, you know, regular bat neuroses,” Tim confessed.

Dick made a mental note to keep a much closer eye on Tim's patrols for the next few months.

“From a bullet chest wound?” Jason asked with an incredulousness that was not at all earned, because he was a freaking zombie!

“I thought your armor had blocked it! The hole wasn't bleeding!” Tim protested, cheeks red and tone defensive.

“Well, yeah,” Jason replied. “I don't bleed. It's like some fruit pulp or something. Ain't coming out if you don't press. My heart's not pumping.”

That's a 'nevermind' on the smoothie I saved for after patrol.

“Well, I know that now,” Tim said.

“I feel like I should write it down on the plaque or something,” Jason still sounded amazed, and might have pinched his arm just to be sure he hadn't been daydreaming, “Like, 'a good soldier AND A VERY DISCRETE ZOMBIE!' in big flaming letters. With a spotlight. And a dictionary opened on 'Zombie' or 'Undead'. You know, just in case the next batbrat to come along needs a few subtle hints about my true nature. What'd you think, Dick?”

He could not have been blushing harder than he currently was. “I think shut up.”

“Of course. What about when I shoved my deadly cold toes at Tim under a blanket?”

“Cold feet.”

“Never eating around you guys?”

“Daddy issues with Bruce,” Barbara deadpanned, and got a sock thrown at her for her honesty.

However, Duke, poor kid, turned green. “Wait, so when you offered me some jellied brain... was that not a death joke?”

Dick's stomach spontaneously shrivelled.

By the grimaces and sharp inhales all around, that was a common reaction.

Then the worst possible thing happened: Jason grinned.

He strutted, all confidence and brashness, and viper-quick, snatched an arm around Duke's shoulder. “Narrows, Nightlight, my tiny bitsy bro, everything I do is a death joke. My very existence laughs at death.”

Inside the batcave, the groaning was long-suffering and shameful.

“But that was actually brains,” Duke countered.

“Yeah. Calf brains. It's a delicacy.”

Tim massaged his forehead. What a mood.

Duke narrowed his eyes. “It was purely for the joke, wasn't it?”

Jason patted him on the back so hard Duke faltered. “One tragically wasted on your obtuse mind. I prefer me some Tête fromagée instead. Less like grainy jello.”

Stone-faced, Barbara wheeled herself toward the batcomputer. There, upon a series of quick clicks, she opened up the Bats's files. “Alright, you had your fun. Do you need to eat brains or are you just the world's least funny meathead?”

“I'm the world's most misunderstood vigilante!” Jason loudly protested, milking their pain for all it was worth. And then some. “But yeah, I do. No grey matter in there” -- he tapped his belly -- “no thinking up here.” -- his skull.

“Need some better quality brains then,” Tim stage-whispered to Stephanie.

Cass pointed the finger at Jason. “No killing for brains.”

Jason's good humor flickered with a flash of green. “Ain't ever done it, never will. It's a matter of morals, not hunger, Cass.”

Dick swooped in that minefield before it exploded.

“Great! Proud of you, Jay! You're the good kind of vegetarian zombie,” he said, putting an arm around his ginormous little brother's shoulders.

Wait a minute...

“Hey, you're older than when you died! Zombies don't age.”

“No, I was thrown into a Lazarus Pit, and the evil waters cured the malnutrition-induced delay on my growth. Haven't aged a day since.”

“I just thought you had a weird babyface thing going on,” Tim said.

Jason's grin turned sardonic. “Quite the opposite, Timber.”

Dick put his head in his hands in some vain attempt to prevent his brain from leaking through his ears. With his luck, his little brother would 'playfully' eat some of it. “There's no way you look this rugged at biologically sixteen! I refuse to believe that.”

“Can you imagine my power if I'd been allowed to reach my full potential?” Jason leered, eyebrows waggling like waves in a sea at storm. “So many heart attacks.”

Barbara and Cassandra exchanged a silent look, and, after a solemn nod, Cassandra reached up to slap Jason upside the head.

“Thank you, Cassandra,” Barbara told her. “Jason, never do such a thing again.”

The disgruntled groan that followed must have been on purpose, because Jay was indeed an asshole.

“Besides, it's not like the world will ever know,” Tim said, cutting, a smirk hiding by his hand.

Dick really thought his little brother was far too relaxed upon learning that Jason was one with the undead. Sure, they had all encountered various levels of zombies during their missions, from all sorts of oral traditions and cultures, alien viruses and hidden nanobots piloting meat puppets. It wasn't even classified as a nation-wide crisis to encounter free-roaming zombies. But since the chronically unalive individual in question was one of their own, Dick felt he was owed at least a whole evening of frazzled panic and incomprehension for once.

“Oh?” Stephanie instead asked, sensing blood.

Tim shrugged. “Well, you know, no pulse, no blood flow,” he said with an angled eyebrow nodding at Jason's crotch

Stunned silence followed, their expressions varying from disgust, horror, unholy glee and, from Jason himself, wide-eyed shock that his shrimp of a little brother had had the balls to assimilate the zombieness fast enough to mock him for him.

Dick prayed for patience. For fortitude. And for an alternate timeline where he was an only child.

Why, for all the love of cotton candy and professional uncriminal clowns, did Tim put THAT image of Jason inside their brains? What had he done, him, a loving model for all of society, to suffer like this?

Maybe if he asked nicely, Jason would eat the image out of his head. He owed Dick that much after this clusterfuck of a conversation.

“Ooooooooh,” Stephanie crooned, miming getting dunked on. With acrobatics.

Jason huffed. “Like I was ever interested in the first place. I ain't Dick.”

“Okay, no slut shaming or virgin shaming, in fact, no shaming at all, please. In this house, we accept all sexualities, but we don't give out raunchy details about any of it, I only have so much brain bleach.”

“Share?” Duke pleaded in a whisper.

Oh, I wish I could, you young innocent soul.

A few beeps turned their attention back to Barbara and the batcomputer. “Well, that's one long overdue update to Jason's files. Anyone else want to share their 'obvious' medical condition?”

“Excuse you, being dead is not a medical condition.”

“I will make you wish for the peace of the grave, Jason.”

Droplets dripped from nearby stalactites.

A few bats flew overhead.

Jason turned to them like nothing had been said.

“Right. That was fun. Best night of my month. Can't wait to tell the Outlaws.”

Dick resigned himself to a series of unflattering texts by the absolute dickheads that were his second family. He could already tell the messages would blow up his phone to the Moon. 'You didn't know your brother that came back from the dead is a zombie?!'

“Have mercy and wait tomorrow morning?”

That smile could have been great or terrible. “You're lucky I'm in a spectacularly good mood, Dick.”

He had lifted his leg over his bike's seat when Duke was struck by genuine worry.

“Wait. Does Bruce know?”

Jason barked out a laugh.

“Of course he does! God knows he's got some massive blind spots, but he's obsessive, paranoid and I find subcutaneous trackers on me every week. No way he didn't get the hint before now.”

But, as his gaze went over the rest of them, his good cheer dimmed, his grin slipping off his face as surely as a bit of decayed flesh.

“... Right?”

#fanfic #Jason Todd #Zombie Jason Todd #Dick Grayson #Batsiblings

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ramblingguy54 · 4 years

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New Gods On The Block: Expectations Of Self Worth & Family Name.

Hey, Scrooge will come to his senses and realize you’re the best adventuring team he’s ever had. Nothing bad is gonna happen.

Well, here I was thinking New Gods on the Block would be a Donald and Daisy focused episode, but it being a mash up between Della supporting the kids self-esteem along with those two’s shenanigans, regarding Storkules interference was a welcoming surprise I very much enjoyed. Della has been on the sidelines for quite a good chunk of Season 3 and what better time to bring her into the fold when these kids are feeling lower than usual after a failed adventure with Scrooge? Scrooge McDuck, despite having grown a very loving connection with them, is still someone that has high expectations for greatness, so when you’ve got children that want to be as strong as their role model, it creates a potential for serious doubts in their minds. Doesn’t help Scrooge is wanting to find more professional people for this current adventure to retrieve an artifact Huey, Dewey, Louie, and Webby didn’t have the apparent in sync team work to pull off this time. They’ve always admired Scrooge as their elder relative, where hearing him say they are more or less not cut out for the job can make them all wonder, “If we failed this time, who’s to say it won’t become a greater issue?”. We got light of this idea in Dewey’s episode, The Rumble For Ragnorok, where he was greatly worried about the future of inheriting everything Scrooge has stood for. New Gods on the Block puts that perspective into gear with all their worries and concerns about living up their great uncle’s achievements in life. It’s already hard enough trying to make yourself feel happy, but when you’re related to a beyond talented relative it can in turn hurt your pride and ego in the long run.

We got to see a very good contrast between Della & Scrooge’s ways of parenting in how they comfort the children emotionally. Puts into perspective Della’s considering nature of how the kids might feel, instead of herself. Della has made it evident time and time again that they’ve never had to prove anything to be worthy of standing alongside her in adventuring, even though she too has a renowned reputation for what she’s managed to create for herself in McDuck history. We’ve seen this with Dewey & Webby in their own respective episodes centered around trying to impress and earn Della’s admiration in Season 2. Della goes above all else to tell them they don’t need to be like her to feel worthy of themselves because they already were equals to begin with. They’re a family, so they don’t need to compete for someone’s affection. Della has gone to clarify that point as much as possible to make them feel more secure about their place in the McDuck lineage. It’s always important for a parent to never let your kid feel inadequate about their role in the family tree, which Della understands a hundred percent. Scrooge does love and respect the kids with ever fiber of his being, but he can get so wrapped up in himself at points that he forgets to comfort them when they need it, too. That plays an important part in why they took on the test to see who could be a better God. It parallels with how they view Scrooge as someone who’s equal to that level of grandeur. Huey, Dewey, Louie, and Webby are so amazed at what Scrooge can be capable of doing they wholeheartedly believe that becoming Godly beings will help close that gap of inexperience. Something that Della does her best to fully support them in all trying to accomplish with, mind you, unpleasant results.

Della’s heart is certainly in the right place without a doubt. However, allowing the kids to participate in a contest that involves becoming an all mighty powerful being was a recipe for disaster. Although very funny shenanigans ensued, yes, it only threw more fuel onto that fire about whether or not they could live up to the name of McDuck. It’s endearing that Della strives to want the best for them, but this wasn’t a route to take, which comes to a head with Selene saying they’re not ready take on that responsibility and are too inexperienced for it. Della’s goal was for the youngsters to not feel out of place just because of an unfortunate failure. Della’s all too familiar with the concept of failure because of the Spear Of Selene, since she had to work through that and regain her confidence again over time. It’s pretty safe to say Della didn’t want them to feel like how she did under those circumstances, even if this is a very different situation with less higher stakes. Regardless, the kids were near naturally because of their concern for the results of whom Selene might choose. Out of all stuff this was the last thing the children needed to overhear because it makes them feel terribly worse off than before in their thinking about what they can contribute, overall. Della wanted nothing more than for them to feel worthy about who they are, but went overboard with what the resolution should be. It’s not about getting newfound powers to compensate for something else you’re lacking. What’s most important is one thing that every person in a family needs to hear especially. Validation.

Validation that you are more than enough and don’t need a fancy gimmick to earn said love or respect, either. This mindset is one thing Della realizes, where to get toward the root of this problem isn’t about trying to give them new powers, but confront their Uncle Scrooge head on about this big issue the kids are reeling over in emotional pain about. Scrooge’s biggest problem has always been how he can overlook issues when he’s laser focused on his own goals. He’s stubborn, prideful, an egotist to a degree, and deep down very affectionate to each member of his crazy family. Does Scrooge ever communicate those feelings often to them? Well, no, he doesn’t because the stubborn geezer felt confident they already knew that fact with how much Scrooge has helped to better themselves as people. Scrooge’s issue is learning that sometimes actions aren’t enough to show family how much you cherish them, but actually communicating those words to them directly. Actions can speak louder than words, as shown off in the Season 1 finale with their loving hug of forgiveness, but here the kids needed to hear him sing those praises more than anything.

They’re kids! They feel like they need to constantly prove themselves to you. You expect so much.

Maybe I got a little carried away. The kids are the best team I could ask for.

So tell them that!

Scrooge needed to understand there are plenty of times where you’re gonna have to make your affection known through words and not just actions alone. It’s an imperative part of what it means to be a parental figure. You need to acknowledge their strengths for what they accomplish, so the younger ones don’t start getting too self conscious about not feeling like an equal family relative. It must be known for the younger generation that each of them are an important part of what makes your life feel whole when you’re guiding them, like every parent should commit to doing. Della & Scrooge’s aspect of supporting the kids was what made this story a stand out in quality. Their struggles gave us insight into how Della’s parenting is versus Scrooge’s showing us the pros and cons of what makes their approaches work and not, too. All of that is wonderfully paid off by Scrooge’s apology to them about needing to prove their skills to him.

Kids, you are in no way suitable to replace Zeus. You’re ten times more worthy than he will ever be! I’m lucky to adventure with you and call ya family. I’m sorry I made you doubt that! I lost track of what I had! I don’t need different people on my team I just need you!

New Gods on the Block was a welcoming surprise I loved. Very pleased with how it turned out. We got to see more Della bonding with the kids reflecting on how she and Scrooge handle them with their emotional issues. Not to mention, we actually got an apology from Scrooge McDuck to the kids, which is a very rare thing to see him say, as he usually speaks that kind of stuff through remorseful actions, rather than communication.

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