#/ it's been a Time in the taro household

[astarab1aze]

@azurescaled

He'd been laying in his hammock for some time, arms crossed behind his head to serve as a pillow, gently swaying in what little breeze could blow in from the entrance to his cabin. Rather, he'd been staring at the ceiling, glaring into unevenly cut wood and grain, tacitly picking apart his own craftsmanship. He built this boat himself after all, but now he was thinking that if he could've done so, he would've built it differently, used different wood. Well, actually--

He was avoiding someone. How unlike him! after all, he was quite the seeker of attention - always so pleased with himself when taking on the form of a little stray cat, recieving free bits of food and a good scratching for his silly efforts. But this person was different! They were a dragon wearing the skin of a man, and Satra didn't have the best history with dragons... He'd killed lesser drakes, Dessudora herself, and plenty of gas adders. It was entirely unlikely he would get along with this strange interloper, but if he was so certain of that, why did he invite him onto his boat?

Well, he couldn't just leave the guy. Southern Yuurei was as war torn as anywhere else, littered with Fhal'Tiran Jhevan attempting to conquer more of the Mistwood Tangle and oppress Yuureian elfhen- rob, pillage, murder, destroy everything in their path. The river Satra's boat happened to be gently rocking in, was far enough away from the conflict in Kasu-Gi, up-river a few tens of miles from Tata-Suki Port. Yet still, he could hear the explosive heartbeat of the people, fighting tooth and nail with sickles and pitchforks for their honor amid the crash of Feywild magic. He could feel them, and his heart beat in time. Slowing with the passing of one, hammering in his chest at the courage of another. No, he couldn't leave him so close to the battlefield, even though... Even though, Satra shouldn't have left it himself.

Still, upon arrival, he chose to avoid the dragonkin stranger. A wordless favor, keeping him out of combat so he could find his bearings, but before long, Sati knew he would have no choice but to leave him here and rejoin the fray. People were dying. They needed someone strong enough to deal an...impactful blow, do something that could eliminate enough of the invading Fhal'Tir to put a stop to their advance. He could do that, he could do it with his eyes closed, in an instant-- if he were there! Soon, yes, soon.

He rolled out of his hammock, tail curving with his spine to keep balance, and he padded through the opening of his cabin to find the dragon standing starboard, looking out over the river. He joined him there, leaning over hand-carved wood. What did he see beyond the rush of the river? What was he thinking about in the moment? Would he tell the panther, if he asked? Distracted.

"The best place to be is in the water, rather than above it." Satra muttered, friendly tones underscoring his words. "I must leave you 'ere long, but I will guide you further up-river before then - away from the fighting. No guest of mine shall be dragged into the thick of danger, I'll not stand for it; Getting you as close to Tata-Suki as possible will ensure you find safety quickly."

[luckyloops]

Cottontail Mila!

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

My One Piece OC!

For everyone who wants a good, up to date reference of who Mila is and what she is all about, here it is in one neat tumblr post for you!

Name: Mila “Cottontail” Box

Age: 24

Pronouns: she/her but tbh idrm ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Height: 171cm (5’7/8)

Devil fruit: Zoan Type ‘Hare-Hare Fruit’

Sexuality: Anyone ૮ . . ྀིა⁩

Canon ship: Law ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶꒱ა

Origin: North Blue (Mila is German!)

Tag for Mila: #Milachat

Tag for Mila/Law: #Milaw

Mini fact file:

* Personality: Endearing, naive, diligent, skittish, cowardly.

* Will place looking and acting professional above her own needs

* Something of a bleeding heart

* Smells like Taro

* Thumps her foot when she’s frustrated

* Has several Zoan shifting forms in between her human and animal state.

Family:

Mila is the youngest of 10 siblings. Her 9 older brothers form the Chocolate Box pirates, headed up by Captain Felix ‘Espresso’ Box.

Overview:

Mila works as a messenger/mail girl for various clients across the Grand Line. Mila has the power of the ‘Hare-Hare’ devil fruit, a Zoan type fruit granting the user super speed and heightened senses. Her speed allows her to become fast enough to travel over water without needing a ship and cover land distances in a matter of minutes if not seconds, making her such a reliable messenger. This is where she got the nickname ‘Cottontail’ from- though she’ll exhaust herself trying to explain to people that Cottontails are a species of rabbit, and technically her powers are that of a Hare. 

Mila takes jobs for pretty much anyone- the best and worst of the Grand Line, as long as they’ll pay, she’ll deliver, and as such is somewhat morally grey given the whole working for villains thing. She spends most work days being overlooked and talked down to by the high rollers on the Grand Line who employ her services- and that’s just fine. The less of a threat she makes herself out to be, the more employable she becomes to those with the most Berry. Emperors, Marines, Warlords, anyone. Her job means she knows a lot of the secrets people keep.

Abilities:

• Super Speed

• Shapeshifting

• Heightened senses

This is a sheet I drew for fun to show what Mila’s moves would be if she were in a video game!

Mila’s nickname and more on her personality:

AKA Why I gave ‘Cottontail’ a Hare based Zoan fruit instead of a Rabbit based one (and why her nickname not matching up matters).

* Hares are larger than rabbits. I always wanted Mila to be on the taller/more willowy side so a slightly larger animal made sense

* Hares are born with their eyes open and covered in fur, ready to fight to survive. Rabbits are born blind and without fur. Mila was born into a situation where she had to quickly adapt and perform to the standards of a very hostile atmosphere- she is a survivor to boot, from an abusive household to dealing with villains on the grand line, Mila is meek, but she is perceptive, and will skitter her way to safety and survival every time

* Rabbits prefer to hide from predators, but Hares are runners, extremely fast and preferring to bolt from predators, tracking with Mila’s top power being her super speed.

* Hares are not domesticated like rabbits have been, & Mila no longer has a home or family she can depend on.

* ^ rabbits are very social, living in colonies- hares are much more solitary.

Why ‘Cottontail’?

In Mila’s canon, Shanks was the first big client she had on the Grand Line, and the one to give her that nickname. Mila having a nickname that doesn’t factually match with her power is very intentional. It’s the reception she gets out in the Grand Line: the smaller and more unassuming she appears, she more likely she is to find work because she won’t be seen as an employee who doesn’t potentially pose a threat. Her only goal is to work and to earn Berry- she doesn’t need to be perceived as strong or competent, despite being both, even if it’s not in the traditional sense. Mila has a prey animal’s ruthlessness: quick & clever & always the first to run.

MILA / LAW = MILAW!

Emo bf and decora gf. Also they both work too hard. Also they both have autism. ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

Law likes to look cool and Mila is easy to impress. Mila likes to bring levity and Law wants to let the light in. Win win.

[simsfromupthere]

do mfs legit do gameplays where they replace Sulami lots/housolds with shit like SPAS AND HOTELS!?!!?!, the only PUBLIC lots i ever replaced in Sulani with a diff builds that slightly served diff purposes were replacing one bar w a restaurant 💀 all other lots i keep the same for the sake of the world's lore it just feels off to change a world and sims that clearly heavily mirrors Polynesian islands with islands of Hawaii being labeled as the main inspirations; regions which have been highly stripped of their riches, hijacked, colonazied, treated like amusement parks for entitled rich people, contributing to land & sea pollution and who's indigenous population have had their cultures diminished, appropriated etc. I KNOW ITS a simulation game blahblahblah, i obv know Sulani doesnt exist dog, but its quite clear that the world and its the sims are heavily inspired/mirror cultural aspects of those Islands and their indigenous people, customs, spiritual believs, folklore, food, garbs etc. like the inclusion of real life roots/drinks/foods like Kava and Taro who are real life staples in many indigenous cultures within the Islands in Hawaii (not only just included within those cultures ofc but in many others as well, esp. Taro i believe), THE FACT that one of the main storylines ur sim follows in Sulani is about POLLUTION within the island with ur sim choosing to positively, neutrally or if ur playing an evil ass sim negatively contribute to the level of pollution which starts to increasingly affect the island's overall environment like can it be MORE OBVIOUS LMAO; but like doing a cartoonishly evil twirly mustache sim type gameplay i would argue is more silly and very different than actually mirrorring exactly what happens within that region in real live and the attempt to erase traditional/cultural elements or hijack them into a "themed" hotels or spas so like seeing people basically being like "u know that awful shit Hawaii people have to experience and esp. experienced during c*vid with influencers FLOCKING to their islands and leaving locals to fall ill to the point of overcrowded hospitals etc etc? hm how about i just do basically the same thing in this game i can be a damn mermaid in and replace all the original sims, do whitewashed "makeovers" that stripe character from them compared to every other world, replace existing lots and hosehold with to mid mega mansions..yeah that sounds pretty cool 😀" like idk if ppl are gonna get gen. upset about my opinion LMAO bc again this is my opinion cant control what ppl choose 2 do w their online game but at the same time is it not boring to have a life simulator where u can be a werewolf, mermaid, vampire, ghost, plantperson or whatever and choose to make it just as boring as real life is? i mean thats basically taking gen. complaints ppl have on EA making shit dull on any world that isnt meant to mirror an american surbuban neighborhood/metropolis and choose to take the few that acc have some different nack and e-gentrify them LMAO like idk dog i havent been able to play this game in some time but even though i rarely play household living esp. in Sulani ive never felt like hm this household with the island elder sims are meant to seek advice esp. spiritual from who wants to pass down generational knowledge to her next of kin would be much cooler if it was a 2 story box with walls made out of jumbo windows 😵‍💫😵‍💫 but thats just me and how i did my gameplay (in past till i get my pc fixed...one day...one day 🙏) but yeah random opinion from useless Casper the Friendly Ghost ovah here ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[head-post]

Who will replace Kishida to become Japan’s new PM?

Japan’s ruling political party, the Liberal Democratic Party (LDP), votes for its next leader on Friday, it will effectively be choosing the country’s next prime minister, Time reports.

During the tenure of Prime Minister Fumio Kishida, who announced in August that he would step down after taking power in 2021, there have been a string of scandals. From his son throwing a party at his official residence to alleged irregularities in fundraising by party members, the scandals, in addition to failed economic reforms, have eroded the LDP’s popularity and forced a reset.

A record nine lawmakers are running in the intra-party election, vying for majority support among 368 members of parliament and 368 representatives of the party’s more than one million dues-paying rank-and-file members. Most candidates, according to AP, have vowed to demand a general election, not due until October 2025, shortly after they are elevated in the party to try to capitalise on their new image.

The key issue at stake for the LDP is regaining public confidence. Many observers note that this change could come about through the LDP’s first female president in its history. Two of the nine candidates, including one of the three main contenders, are women. Japan is the only G7 country other than the US that has never had a woman head of government, and some party members say such a move could greatly improve its image.

But experts tell TIME that despite the momentum and opportunity, the party is unlikely to choose a female leader, citing its patriarchal history, domestic politics and lack of political competition.

Women among Japan’s ministerial candidates

Among the women nominated for the Sept. 27 LDP chairwoman election is Economic Security Minister Sanae Takaichi, 63, a veteran LDP politician who has been compared to Margaret Thatcher in Britain. Takaichi ran in 2021 with the support of the late Prime Minister Shinzo Abe and came in third. According to a Kyodo News poll, LDP supporters favor her as Japan’s next prime minister.

There is also incumbent Foreign Minister Yoko Kamikawa, 71, whom party vice president and former Prime Minister Taro Aso, a self-proclaimed “kingmaker,” called a “rising star.”

A Pew Research Center poll earlier this year found that Japan has a high proportion of citizens who “believe that men and women are generally equally good as leaders.” But the LDP cares little about public opinion, at least in the context of women’s representation. “For the LDP, domestic politics is the most important issue,” Mikiko Eto, professor emeritus of gender and politics at Hosei University in Tokyo, told TIME, adding that for the LDP, women are used mainly as tokens. In 2021, the LDP leadership called for female party members to attend key meetings in the wake of sexist remarks by the former prime minister, but it turned out that women were only allowed to observe but not speak.

Hiroko Takeda, a political science lecturer at Nagoya University Graduate School of Law, said the LDP has become a “separate universe” in Japan. LDP members treat parliamentary office as a household or family business that is “inherited,” Takeda says, so it is difficult for newcomers to politics, especially women, to get into key positions.

The current ministers are in the race too

Although opposition parties are putting women in leadership positions, Emma Dalton, a senior lecturer in Japanese studies at La Trobe University in Australia, says they are too weak to increase pressure on the LDP to demand greater inclusiveness. “The LDP has a bit of a problem, and I think they realise that. But at the same time, the Japanese public, I think, is just looking around and saying, ‘Well, where is the realistic opposition?’”

Other frontrunners in the LDP presidential election include former defense minister and LDP veteran Shigeru Ishiba, 67, who is running for the fifth time. Another favorite is Shinjiro Koizumi, the 43-year-old son of former Prime Minister Junichiro Koizumi. Shinjiro Koizumi, who is more than a decade younger than the average Japanese lawmaker, will also offer striking changes for the LDP, which has struggled to woo young voters. Also running is Taro Kono, the current minister of digital technology, who previously ran for party chief in 2021 and lost to Kishida in the second round.

Nevertheless, it is possible that one of the female candidates will win Friday’s election, which is expected to move to a runoff. But while a victory by either would be a feat for Japan on the international stage, it would not necessarily signal a change in the LDP’s attitude toward women. This from Hosei University predicts that while Kamikawa may steer the LDP in a more women-friendly direction, “she will not act on her campaign promises because of political conventions and customs within the party.” As for the more conservative Takaichi, “she behaves like a man,” Eto says, “often hostile to feminist issues or gender concerns.”

Read more HERE

[andronicmusicblog]

Nier: Automata - A Legendary Action RPG

It’s hard to believe that it’s already been over seven years since the release of Nier: Automata, the action RPG that took the gaming world by storm and made series creator Yoko Taro a household name. Despite its age, Nier: Automata is still very much relevant to this day, with its influence still being felt across various forms of media.

Released in 2017, Nier: Automata was an instant classic, praised for its compelling story, memorable characters, and fast-paced gameplay. Set in a post-apocalyptic world where humans are on the brink of extinction, the game follows the story of androids 2B, 9S, and A2 as they fight to save humanity from the alien invasion. The game’s unique blend of action and RPG elements, combined with its thought-provoking story and stunning visuals, made it an instant hit with gamers and critics alike.

Since its release, Nier: Automata has continued to captivate audiences in various forms of media. In 2022, the game was adapted into an anime series, further expanding the world of Nier: Automata and giving fans a chance to revisit their favorite characters. The anime was well-received by fans and critics, with many praising its faithful adaptation of the game’s story and characters.

In 2019, Nier: Automata also made a cameo appearance in Final Fantasy XIV, another popular RPG franchise. The crossover event allowed players to experience Nier: Automata-inspired content within the world of Final Fantasy XIV, further cementing the game’s status as a beloved RPG classic.

Despite its continued success and popularity, it’s hard to say whether we’ll ever see a sequel to Nier: Automata. However, even if we never get to revisit the world of the game, its legacy will continue to live on for years to come.

In conclusion, Nier: Automata is a legendary action RPG that has left an indelible mark on the gaming world. Its unique blend of gameplay, story, and characters has captivated audiences across various forms of media, and its influence can still be felt to this day. If you haven’t played Nier: Automata yet, now is the perfect time to experience this unforgettable game for yourself.

[killed-the4rtisan]

See this is what I mean when I say I should stop shoving him into places where he doesn’t belong

This half concerns the lovebug au

Knock off lovebug au more like

Ok basically it’s hybrids but the fact they want to do what’s right is AMPED UP. Like their sense of justice is where it doesn’t involve killing or anything it’s just to put them away for good once everybody has the facts straight. Like peace keepers n shit. No pain, no suffering. Taro is almost like heaven or something with how everything is.

None of the stuff happened to Space. Cause before it could happen his dad and mom are found out then he with his brothers and sisters are placed in another household together with some good parents.

The irkens made a treaty with them first and not the other way around. So on Taro there is definitely some irkens there. Space goes to earth cause he sees that an irken has gone there and wants to know what earth is about since it also has a form of human on there with some animals. They also played a pet in a hybrids creation but didn’t put any of their dna into them. Also the planet is way cleaner then it usually is in the original.

Dib probably is still an ass and has Spaces question this judgement. But Zim reassures Space that his judgement is best because his kind is almost literally built for it. This keeps happening which causes Space just to not know who to trust, and he can’t ask his family cause Dib probably stole from him like his ‘phone’ and other items. Definitely a bunch of attempted kidnapping of him. A few successful but he gets out.

Then Spaces judgement gets so messed up cause of Dib he ends up killing a guy cause he thinks it’s what was needed to be done.

Space then gets a thirst for blood.

Space in his human disguise doesn’t hurt. Cause obviously it doesn’t in this au. But he has to change his height cause he can’t be looking over the humans like that. The earth because of how dirty it is, ends up causing a bad effect on Space. Cause this whole time he’s been living a cushy life and now he’s thrown into the pins and needles of earth.

Either way he dies. Once he does his home planet sanctions Earth off for their peoples own safety. Nobody will know about Space what he did on that planet in the end. Maybe he was captured and was killed one too many times.

[freehawaii]

HOW IMPORTANT ARE HAWAIIANS TO HAWAI`I ON “VOICES OF TRUTH - ONE-ON-ONE WITH HAWAI`IʻS FUTURE"

"Donʻt Ignore Our Culture - A Visit With Kalaniakea Wilson" Hawaiian cultural practitioner and activist Kalaniakea Wilson has seen many times when Hawaiian cultural values have been ignored in Hawai`i, but none so blatant as when the University of Hawai`i attempted to patent taro, which is the staple food of Hawaiians and considered sacred. We spent an afternoon with Kalaniakea at an ahu or sacred altar which was built right outside the UH presidentʻs office that quickly became the focal point of this struggle. There he explained why kalo, or taro is special to Hawaiians and showed us the deep cultural significance of the ahu and itʻs surrounding plants. Donʻt miss our fascinating visit with Kalaniakea to see why Hawai`iʻs cultural and historical values are more important than ever to all of us today.

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[projectarkquel]

Birthday Blues

I though I have one but none so far. I was too pre occupied “adulting” with my growing kid. It’s the two of us figuring life and drawing strength from each other because basically it has always been the two of us. Juggling work, household and personal matters all at once.

I didn’t have time to reflect because life is too busy. The fact that I wanted to do it while walking in a tread mill is something I wish I could do even for just 10 minutes.

Though life has been good but few disappointments here and there. I am expecting too much from some people but then I just got tired and got used to it that I didn’t bother to go over with it. The pain is still there but the next thing I want to think is “anong ulam ng dinner”.

So far, no dramas no crying at night because I am just too tired. I just wanted to sleep and rest my body because of endless washing of dishes, cooking, laundry, answering emails, checking of schedule, etc.

So this is life and how a single parent like me have to face.

Its challenging but worth it.

Nevertheless, I know God is preparing me maybe He will let us move to a new house- who knows what are His plans for us.

Here I am, 3:32AM, writing an entry and thinking the things I need to do today. My cat Coco and the darkness are with me savoring the moment before the sun starts to shine which means I need to get up and prepare myself for another day of battle in life- surviving and winning so I can live for another day- tomorrow.

A cream cheese taro will do the trick tomorrow.

Gonna celebrate being a 41 year old “kid”- learning a lot of things, making mistakes, yearning for love and attention and wishing that I can go through life for another year.

Cheers!

RS

[wh6res]

PUPPY — LEE JENO

tw it’s disturbing, jeno’s sick in every meaning of the word, yandere themes (?), death, implied cannibalism, master/pet themes, violence, slight gore

wc 1k

you weren’t a dog and you shouldn’t be treated like one but when did your opinion ever matter? 

you are living in jeno’s household. you are eating the food he prepares. you use his clothes, his toiletries, and his furniture. everything you touch is his and he never fails to make you remember that. you should be grateful. you should be bowing down to him. you should be kissing the very ground he walks on. that’s what he always says when it’s the dead of night and you’re out of your chains but stuck in between his strong arms. he’s never going to let you go. 

you’re his pet and pets must always stay loyal to their owners.

the chain rattles when you scramble away from him, towards the farthest corner of your poor excuse of a room. jeno usually hates it when you do, but he doesn’t bother to scold you when he’s too busy dumping the dead body down on the filthy, discolored tiles. the stench isn’t as strong but only because your owner has only killed her hours ago, the process of decay has yet to start.

jeno smiles, kicking the body forward so it rolls closer to you. you shriek and avert your gaze when your best friend’s lifeless eyes stare back at you. he ignores your reaction, your disgust, your heartbreak, the fierce and hateful glare you send his way.

“look puppy i bought you a treat!” 

seeing how happy he looks makes your insides crawl and the hairs stand up your neck. “i told you bad pets get punished, didn’t i? now look what happened to your little friend. look what you made me do to your playmate. haven’t you learned your lesson?”

puppies should speak when spoken to. you learned that the hard way. so even if you wanted to wallow in grief and curl up into a ball with nothing but guilt and shame eating at your insides, you spoke through your ugly sobs. because that’s what good puppies are trained to do. 

“i-i’m sorry, jeno. i p-promise it’ll never happen again. this is all my fault! i know it is! just-just please stop.”

a pregnant pause. you feel with hypersensitivity the sudden drop of his mood. the furrowing of his brows, the disappointed frown on his face. master is not having fun anymore.

“what did you call me, pet?” he takes a step forward. the concrete wall feels painful against your skull as you back away. “did you just… told me what to do?”

shit. no. no. no!

“i-i meant mas-master. master, i’m sorry—”

“too fucking late for that don’t you think?”

you shiver in fear as the words register in your head, his calm, conversational tone of voice a juxtaposition to the events that are about to unfold. jeno takes out a knife, halting your hopeless cries and pleas as he traces random nothings against your skin with its tip. 

he doesn’t draw blood, never drawing your blood. 

but it’s a threat nonetheless and you doubt with the anger coursing through his veins, that he’ll bother to abide by his promise of never physically hurting you. 

“don’t cry, puppy,” he coos, nosing the side of your neck before angling the knife up against your chin. “you’ve been such a bad pet for me, haven’t you? maybe it’s my fault. maybe it’s not. i’ll let you off without punishment, what d'ya say? only if you promise to be a good puppy from now on.”

“yes! ye-yes, master. your pet will be a good pup-pu-puppy. only a good puppy for my master.”

he nods, eyes caring and sweet. but you recognize the way he’s looking at you like a wild animal, like a kid throwing a tantrum. you know from the numerous times he had attempted to teach you your manners in the past but you went and spat on his face. 

“ah, your training has been so successful! a few minor hiccups here and there but still successful. do you want a treat? does my puppy want a treat?”

no.

“yes, master.”

that was all it took. that’s what he was waiting for and you played right into his trap.

you stare in horror as jeno violently swings down the knife. cutting through the flesh of your dear best friend, chopping one of her arms out the socket. you sob in terror. the chains rattling as you squirm, every inch of your body seized in fear. you wanted to look away. how badly you wanted to look away. but you stare transfixed as jeno sullied and ruined your friend’s corpse.

the blood streams down like a shower. the tiles, his face, his clothes, your bedsheets. everything. it paints everything in deathly red as he chops, and chops, and chops away at your friend’s arm until it’s successfully severed off her body. 

when he smiled, you wanted to disappear. you wanted it all to end. 

“here you go, puppy. here’s your treat!”

the tears are blurring your vision but you know the sloshing sound of something landing before you belonged to that bloody arm, jeno offering it to you like some actual dog treat. 

“what’s with that face? do you not like your treat? puppies always get treats when their good to their owners, baby. go on, hmm? eat it.”

but your crying is reaching a fever pitch and it’s bouncing off the walls. the ugliness of your fucked up reality catching up to you once again. you’ll never break free from this monster’s chain. never. you will always be the poor victim forced to play into his sick fantasies. you will always be his pet. his beloved little puppy. he won’t ever let you break free. 

“why are you crying, pet? is the treat too big? want master to cut it down into smaller pieces for his puppy?”

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[atamascolily]

I managed to get my hands on a copy of Dinotopia Lost, by Alan Dean Foster, which is an official novel that came out in 1996. Unlike most of the other Dinotopia novels I’ve encountered thus far, this one came out in hardcover and was aimed at adults. I’m only two chapters in, but we’re off to an excellent start because I have to keep stopping every few minutes to squee over something.

Chapter One introduces us to Pudu, a human farmer in the Northern Plains, who receives word to evacuate his family because the six-year weather cycle is entering the stage where his farm might get destroyed. There are so many delightful bits of world-building here, as well as some fun lines. 

Lahat’s treasured set of shadow puppets, handed down in her family from generation to generation, were wrapped in rice paper and stowed carefully beneath the seat with the other household goods.

No sauropods, though. The true giants of Dinotopia were a bit too massive for farmwork. A Diplodocus might be fun to gambol on the beach with, but you wouldn’t want one mucking about in your taro patch.

Chapter Two brings us back to Will Denison, now a summer camp counselor at Treetown, playing tug of war with a group of humans and dinosaurs... mostly sauropods, as it turns out.

Sauropods were among the most polite of dinosaurs, a consequence of their enormous size. Unable to eschew an innate clumsiness, they compensated by moving with extreme care and precision when in the presence of those small than themselves... which meant nearly everyone else. Will had been amazed the first time he’d seen one pacing prissily down a street in Waterfall City. It was something to see a thirty-ton Apatosaurus prance.

For their part, the two juvenile sauropods enjoyed the play as much as their human counterparts. The only difference was that they calculated their weight, as opposed to their maturity, in tons instead of pounds. Socially and intellectually, they were the equivalent of the dozen bipeds.

No adult supervisors were present. By the age of fifteen, one was supposed to act like a grown-up. Freedom and play were encouraged; irresponsibility was not.

Besides, sauropods enjoy being indoors. It was a novelty supplied by human ingenuity, and allowed the great creatures to survive chillier climes than they would otherwise have been inclined to tolerate. 

Like every structure in Dinotopia, the buildings of Treetown were designed to last. (”The Roman influence,” Nallab had told him. “Very demanding, those Romans.”)

...as Nallab had once told him, “Sometimes the inimical is more instructive than the benign. In between screams, try to pay attention.”

I officially dub Nallab the Sassmaster of Dinotopia; he gets all the best lines.

Shipwrecked Chinese had introduced the art of papermaking to Dinotopia hundreds of years before it reached Europe. Their descendants had raised it to an art form. Papermaking parties were an important social event among many notable families. Nor was anyone who wanted to participate left out. Dinosaurs shared enthusiastically in the pulping process.

The fact that the main conflict is a massive storm just hits me right in the feels in lieu of climate change.

It’s stated outright that the last six-year storm was the one that knocked Will and Arthur to Dinotopia in the first place. The words “Madden-Julian oscillation” keep running through my head in search of something to connect with, especially once the weathercaster starts theorizing about ocean currents.

I love how this strongly suggests the solution is “Arthur invents something again”. Science!

Nallab has the Finale by Homer, which... I just....

“You’d think that after all these centuries we’d finally have that overflow from the library at Alexandria sorted out.”

Also, we get confirmation that Deinonychus like Enit eat fish and invertebrates, which is something I’ve always wondered about.

Anyway, suffice to say I am ridiculously enjoying myself so far.

[mino-diabolik]

Broken Prince

Mystic’s first love experience

I looked no older than a preteen when I bumped into him for the first time. He was significantly taller and older than me—having the appearance of a young teenage boy, perhaps somewhere around sixteen or seventeen—with short dirty blond hair, bright emerald eyes, and a sharp tongue.

He was notorious in the kingdom as a troublemaker and loudmouth, picking fights when someone so much as gave him an odd glance.

Despite everything, he had quite a large group of friends. Everyone that knew him did nothing but lavish compliments on him.

Judas. That’s certainly a name I will never forget.

I had never met someone quite like him. He drew so much attention, not just with his looks, but with his personality as a whole.

What can I say? It was love at first sight.

God… I was such an idiot.

For years, I trailed behind him like a damn dog. I would spend entire nights exploring the territory by his side. From the beautiful forests where the hidden entrance of the kingdom was to the slums of this very same one.

I learned a lot from him. I will admit that. I would’ve never learned how to hide from assailants using dark magic or how to climb buildings and trees to escape persecution otherwise.

I honestly thought meeting him was one of the best things that had ever happened to me. Being close to someone who wasn’t part of the castle’s household was refreshing. It helped me escape from the royal lessons I would be subjected to every other day.

A had grown into my physical late teens when one day, the rest of his gang was missing at the time I arrived for our usual excursion into the forest surrounding the entrance of the kingdom.

“It’ll be just the two of us tonight,” he said.

You would’ve thought I’d be smart enough to realize something was off… but no. At the time, I was incredibly excited to know only him and I would be exploring the overgrown.

And that’s how it was.

For most of the night…

We went farther away from where we usually did, then came to rest on an open space hidden behind a few bushes. The moon was so bright that night. I still remember that very clearly.

If I had just stayed back to have dinner with my mother and Taro that night, maybe I could’ve avoided everything that followed. But who knows, truly? He was such a sneaky bastard that he probably would’ve figured out something else.

Judas suddenly became very quiet in the middle of our conversation. I asked if something was wrong, but he met my eyes and said nothing. He scooted closer; I couldn’t move. His eyes were so bright and enchanting as always—but there was something in them that I didn’t recognize at the time.

Years later, I came to realize… that had been my first encounter with a lustful demon.

My first kiss was taken just like that. I was startled but didn’t move away. It felt nice, specially coming from him. His lips were rough, not like how kisses are described in those cheesy romances of books. It was actually suffocating, but not terrible.

Judas pressed me back onto the ground, pushed my knees apart and placed himself between my legs, never letting me have a breather from the kiss.

He reassured me again and again in a hushed voice. “You’ll be fine. Don’t be scared. It’ll feel good, I promise.”

Sure. He wasn’t wrong. It felt incredible, for the most part.

It’s comical for me now to think of how innocent and naive I was back then.

I had never experienced such a pain or pleasure before. It was also the first time I realized how sensitive my body was. While I had a difficult time figuring it out, Judas seemed to love that.

I continued to scream and cry out his name, then plead for him to keep touching me, to be a little bit faster, that it didn’t matter if he hurt me. As long as he was happy, I was also happy.

Yeah. I certainly almost lost my mind that night.

My mother scolded me when I returned to the castle little past dawn. But I was just so out of it, that I sort of tuned everyone out as I slumped over to my room.

I was in love with Judas.

I remember very well the churning sensation on the pit of my stomach as I came to terms with myself that this was the case.

I was so happy that day when I laid down to rest, repeating our heated entanglement out in the forest in my head over and over that I almost drove myself mad.

Judas officially asked me to become his lover the next day I saw him. I can’t even begin to explain just how happy I was; my face hurt that night when I skipped back to the castle because of how much I had been smiling throughout the day.

Unfortunately, he had asked me to keep it a secret from anyone else, so I couldn’t even tell my caretakers.

I was the prince, after all. I assume that the news of a troublesome plebeian and the kingdom’s young master being lovers wouldn’t be good.

It really didn’t matter to me at the time, though. It was a passionate forbidden love like in those books in the library.

Since that day, Judas and I would regularly spend the night together. Whether it was in his house or out in the same spot of the forest. It didn’t matter.

I loved being held in his arms. I loved his kisses. I loved every inch of his body.

I just… loved that man.

He didn’t return the sentiment, though.

I was a fool in love and never questioned his excuses for his sudden absences or why he would suddenly decide to skip on meetings until he knew for sure both of us would end up in bed by the end.

No one else in the group would tell me where he would go when I asked. There were traces of guilt in their expressions that I didn’t take notice of at the time. All of them were probably warning me, but I didn’t pay attention to anything like a moron.

Judas became cold and uninterested in anything I did unless he was wedged between my legs or I had him in my mouth. He would often brush off my suggestions, tell me to shut up, or straight up ignore me.

I didn’t argue.

Maybe he’s having a bad day, I tried to tell myself.

Once, he punched me backhandedly. I don’t remember the reason why, but his knuckles connected with my face with such force that I stumbled back into a few of our comrades.

That was the first and last time he laid his hands on me that way, because everyone spat and barked at him for so much as daring to lift his hand against the prince.

Though in shock from the impact, I was touched by the others gesture to defend me.

Judas gave me a half-hearted apology the next day. Still, I didn’t care. I offered him a smile and—like an idiot—forgave him.

His cold shoulder and dirty looks never stopped, though. His face would scrunch up as if he had smelled something dead and rotting when he laid eyes on me. It would hurt me, but I’d just smile and wave.

Dumbass.

There was another member of the group I was very close with.

I can’t exactly remember why he had ever joined the group. He was so shy and quiet, and he didn’t fit into the kind of group Judas led. Still, he loved books, so him and I would sometimes cozy up together for a good read.

Judas didn’t like that, so my friendship with the book boy became strained after I was told to stay away from him while he wasn’t around.

“I don’t want you whoring around with the rest of the guys, got that!?”

This boy approached me in secret on a day Judas bailed on us. I was a bit reluctant to follow him into another room where it would only be him and I, but I’m incredibly grateful that I did.

“Your Highness,” he started, fidgeting much more than usual, “please do not take it the wrong way. I swear on my life that I only want nothing more than to help you right now.”

This words terrified me. What was he going on about?

“Judas threatened everyone in the group to keep our mouths shut, but I truly cannot sit back and allow this to happen. Not while I can do something about it.”

I finally stopped him and directly asked, “What’s the matter? Did something happen to Judas?”

The young man was quiet. It looked like he was pitying me, somehow. “Judas, he… has been seeing someone else for months now.”

My world shattered. Everything that I had built up in my head collapsed at my feet the very second those words came out of his mouth.

“Where is Judas right now?” My voice was quieter than usual. Perhaps because I was trying not to breakdown in front of this boy.

“Up, outside of the kingdom. He told us to keep you away while he was up there…”

My body moved on its own from there.

The rest of the group tried ro stop me from leaving, but no one could stop my panic from kicking in. I shoved every single one of the away and bolted for the exit of the kingdom.

Every step I took up into the surface was torturous. My mind kept raising and my head began to throb by the time I shoved open the lid of the secret tunnel into the surface.

My instincts told me to follow the very same path Judas took me on for the first time. Where we had held hands and rushed through the enormous trees, laughing.

It didn’t take long for me to hear something. All the color drained away from my face.

This was the spot where we had shared our first kiss, where he had climbed on top of me and told me everything would be alright. Where he told me he loved me and would never change my company for anything or anyone.

There were soft giggles, rapid breathing and quiet loving sounds beyond the bushes surroundings the opening. I couldn’t see anything past the greenery as I stood on the dark surroundings of the gaping space through where the moon spilled.

My guts twisted and turned in my stomach so badly that I almost bent over and retched right then and there. My mouth and throat had gone dry and my body froze up like a stone. I felt heavy and numb.

I couldn’t tell who the woman’s voice was, but she seemed way too damn happy to be fornicating with someone else’s lover. Judas sounded like he was over the moon.

God, how I loved his voice.

I heard him repeatedly state the “I love you” line to this girl. Just as he had with me the first night and many other times since.

Bullshit!

It was all nothing but a pile of bullshit he had pulled out of his ass.

Rage overpowered my reasoning and I shoved my way into the opening.

The girl shrieked and Judas looked as pale as a demon like him could’ve gone. They both scurried away from each other, quickly covering themselves up.

I wasn’t even mad at the girl. She knew nothing, after all. She was probably as much of a victim here as I was.

When I thought it through, it finally clicked in my head why Judas didn’t want our relationship to be public. The many times he had bailed on the group and ignored the plans I had made to explore around with him—it was all too obvious. I was just a moron.

Before I could even come up with any words, Judas was up on his feet, buttoning his pants. He yelled at me, raging to why the rest had allowed me to come up here. He caught me by the arm and jerked me back out of the opening.

I couldn’t fight back. I was so close to tears at that time that I couldn’t come up with the force to retort.

Judas had no trouble throwing me back out and ordering me to leave. I gathered myself up, not saying anything, but fighting back the urge to breakdown.

I ran back all the way to the castle, ignoring the greeting or the floweriest or the baker as I rushed past their stores. I ran and ran like the devil was after me, that when I came to a stop at the castle’s entrance hall, my legs were burning from the strain.

My mother was nearby and heard me slam the door open and shut. She found me sitting on the polished marble ground, clawing at it in despair.

The moment she held me in her arms, I broke down. I cried and cried until no more tears would come out and my lungs hurt from sobbing so much.

Why? Why would Judas do something like that? What hadn’t I done for him? What hadn’t I offered him? What more did he need from me to be satisfied?

My mother, Taro and I left the kingdom shortly after. They had a few business to take care of up in the human world and decided that taking me along might be a good idea.

Oh, it turned out to be much worse than any of us expected.

Up there, I came across something that, while not entirely good in taste, had the power to momentarily allowed me to forget any sorrows and be jolly. Whiskey has been such a good partner of mine since.

The pleasures humans looked for were so much more interesting than anything the Demon Realm had to offer.

I had my first taste of a weed in the mid 1950’s and never looked back.

I realized that there were so many other people aside from Judas that could make me feel as good and loved—perhaps even more. I could turn from one person to the other as long I never spoke wretched words like “I love you.”

So many hands were laid on me through the decades and it was an absolute bliss. Being able to experiment so much with such a variety of humans and demons was just absolutely great.

Judas, though… I never heard from him again after that night at the forest.

I never returned to meet the group or dared go near where they settled.

I worried about the kind boy who was brave enough to warn me of the situation. I worried that if Judas found out he was the one that directed me towards him that night to catch him red-handed, he would do something terrible. I’d seen him do it before, after all.

It kept me up at night, but tried desperately to not let it ever get to me. Because every time I worried about the shy boy, Judas’ face would appear in my memories.

His bright smile and cheery laughter, the ragged breathing as he moved against me, his broken lips as he kissed me… I just couldn’t handle it.

There came a point in my life when I wouldn’t be sober for more than three hours. Whether I was stoned out of my mind or drunk beyond functioning—I was just an absolute mess.

Even today, words like “I love you” are much more precious to me than the intimacy I share in the bedroom.

It terrifies me to think I could ever again fall in love with someone. The mere thought of someone doing the same thing as Judas did to me is horrible enough.

Oh, woe; for the prince of thy kingdom shattered and him, who seems powerful and unruly, will never again be whole for as long as life lingers within.

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Ryuji Korekuni SSR

2017 ー Flower Garden [Flower Garden]

"Geez….. It’s not like all sweets get you back in a good mood."

Part 1

ーIn the meeting room.ー

Ryuji: ‘…..…..’

(Ryuji-kun somehow doesn’t look well….. Maybe he’s exhausted, because the schedule was packed these days?)

Ryuji (sighs): ‘….. Haa.’

Tsubasa: ‘Uhm, are you fine?’

Ryuji: ‘….. Yeah. I’m just a bit sleep-deprived. Work has been going until late, so we’ve been coming home at midnight recently. My mind and body are so agitated after the recording, that I can’t really fall asleep.’ 

Tsubasa: ‘That sounds hard…..’ 

Ryuji: ‘Well, when we are finished, we can go home. But the staff has to work until even later, so I won’t complain.’ 

Tomohisa (smiles): ‘And besides, it makes us happy when it’s busy.’ 

Ryuji (smiles): ‘Now that you mention it, I heard some unusual work came in.’ 

Tsubasa: ‘Ah, yes! An offer to appear at the Flower Garden opening ceremony came in.’ 

Tomohisa: ‘Does it include singing?’

Tsubasa: ‘Yes, it does.’ 

Tomohisa: ‘Hee, how nice. To be able to sing at something like the Flower Garden sounds romantic.’ 

Ryuji: ‘Hmm…..’ 

Tomohisa: ‘Oh, Ryuji doesn’t seem to be attracted to it?’ 

Ryuji (shakes head): ‘It’s not like that…..’

(Ryuji-kun looks depressed. And seems to be quite tired…..)

Tsubasa: ‘….. Ah! It looks like you will be able to eat plenty of sweets made by a famous hotel pastry chef at the ceremony!’

Tomohisa (smiles): ‘Look, did it catch your interest a bit?’ 

Ryuji (upset): ‘Geez….. It’s not like all sweets get you back in a good mood.’ 

Tomohisa (smiles): ‘Hmm. You seem to be in a pretty bad temper today.’ 

Tsubasa: ‘…..’

(I would like to adjust their schedule in some way, but it seems difficult for a while…..)

Part 2

ーAnother day.ー

(I wonder if the rehearsal for the ceremony is already over? I hope Ryuji-kun is in a better mood…..)

Tsubasa: ‘Hello!’

Ryuji: ‘Oh, Tsubasa, hi.’

Tsubasa: ‘I was able to make a bit of time, so I came to see how you are doing. Here are some refreshments.’ 

Ryuji: ‘! This is…..’

Tsubasa: ‘The pudding from Ryuji-kun’s favourite store!’

Ryuji: ‘…..!’

Tomohisa: ‘Fufu. Good for you, Ryuji.’

Ryuji (smiles): ‘Just when I thought I wanted to eat something sweet. Aren’t you thoughtful, Tsubasa.’

Tomohisa: ‘Ryuji, that’s where you genuinely say thank you, right?’

Ryuji: ‘Uh….. I was about to do that now!’

Ryuji (blushes): ‘….. Thanks.’

Tsubasa: ‘Fufufu, I am glad you were pleased about it.’ 

Ryuji: ‘Since you’re already here, should we eat it together?’

Tsubasa: ‘Yes, thank you very much.’ 

Ryuji: ‘I wonder what flavour should I go with~ ♪.’ 

(I’m glad. His good mood is all back.)  

Tsubasa: ‘Did the rehearsal go well?’

Ryuji: ‘Of course. I was talking with Tomo about how good it feels.’ 

Tomohisa: ‘You don’t need to worry about the performance, it’s going to be fine. Ryuji’s bad temper has also been fixed in this way.’ 

Ryuji: ‘Pah. I’m always in a good mood though?’ 

Tomohisa: ‘Fufu, you’re right.’ 

Ryuji (winks): ‘Tsubasa, we’ll deliver the best performance, so make sure you have your eyes on us.’ 

Tsubasa: ‘Yes! I am looking forward to it.’ 

(Ryuji-kun is so energetic, he does love to stand on the stage after all.)

Part 3

ーThe day of the performance. In the waiting room.ー

Yuta: ‘Ah, it’s Tsubasa-chan! Yahoo!’

Tsubasa: ‘This is where everyone is. Hello!’

Ryuji: ‘…..….. Hello.’

Tsubasa: ‘….. Eh, eh…..?’

(Ryuji-kun is back in a bad mood again…..?)

Tsubasa: ‘Is something wrong?’

Ryuji: ‘….. Not really.’

(Th-The air’s heavy…..!)

Yuta comes closer.

Yuta: ‘Tsubasa-chan, Tsubasa-chan.’

Tsubasa: ‘?’

Yuta: ‘You know, earlier at the venue we met the big people from the organizing. It was only for a bit, but it looks like he was told something mean.’

ーFlashback.ー

Staff: ‘Oh~, it’s you two from KitaKore. Kitakado-kun looks like a prince, so I thought you would certainly be the same type, too….. But you’re a princess, if I had to say so.’ 

Staff: ‘How about trying out women's clothes? It might have some impact? Come on, genderless is in fashion now.’ 

ーEnd of flashback.ー

Tsubasa: ‘How terrible…..’

Yuta: ‘I think the other person didn’t really say it with bad intentions maybe, but…..’ 

Ryuji: ‘Wait, Yuta, what are you telling on me there. Didn’t I say that I didn’t mind it?’

Yuta: ‘But Ryu-chan…..’

Ryuji: ‘That often happens. If I would take that seriously every time, there would be no end to it.’ 

Yuta: ‘Y-Yeah…..’

(That’s Ryuji-kun for you. Just as I thought, because he’s been doing this work since he was a child his reaction sure is mature.)

Ryuji: ‘…..’

Yuta: ‘…..’

(But, the atmosphere is heavy in the end….. That’s not good before the performance.)

The door opens.

Tomohisa: ‘Ryuji, can I have a minute?’

Ryuji: ‘Tomo. What’s wrong?’

Tomohisa (smiles): ‘What could this be?’

Ryuji: ‘What do you mean, it’s obvious just by looking. It’s a macaron, right?’

Tomohisa: ‘It’s alright, so open your mouth. ….. Here, aaah.’

Ryuji: ‘Aaah…..’

Ryuji: ‘….. Nhhn!’

Ryuji: ‘That’s!’

Tomohisa: ‘Fufu, did you figure it out? A macaron from “him” whom Ryuji loves so much. I asked the people at the venue for this favour.’

Ryuji: ‘To think I’d be able to eat it here…..!’

Ryuji: ‘Could it be that he’s here at the venue?’

Tomohisa: ‘No, it’s a shame, but this time it’s only the sweets. But he said that he’s looking forward to the broadcasting of the performance.’

Ryuji: ‘I see.’

Ryuji: ‘Aah, this taste….. It hasn't changed since back then.’

Yuta: ‘Hey, hey, Ryu-chan! Give me one, too!’

Ryuji (laughs): ‘Eh~? What do I do now, hm.’ 

Yuta: ‘Waah, don’t be a bully~~!’

Tsubasa: ‘Fufufu.’

(I’m relieved. The atmosphere around Ryuji-kun instantly brightened.)

Tomohisa: ‘Fufu, in the end Ryuji’s special medicine is sweets.’ 

Part 4

ーAfter the end of the ceremony.ー

Tsubasa: ‘Everyone, good work! It was a really wonderful ceremony.’

Tomohisa: ‘Thank you. It’s been a while since we sang outside, so we also enjoyed it.’ 

Ryuji: ‘Yep. I enjoyed that kind of party for the first time in a while.’ 

Tomohisa: ‘And, there was also an unexpected surprise, no?’ 

Ryuji: ‘Yes, yes, definitely! I didn’t think I would be able to eat “that person’s” sweets.’ 

Tsubasa: ‘Uhm, “that person”…..? Is he an acquaintance of you two?’ 

Tomohisa: ‘To be honest, yes. The pastry chef, who was in charge of the sweets for the ceremony today, is someone we've been indebted to since we were children.’ 

Ryuji: ‘He’s the pastry chef purveyor to the Kitakado household and on parties or special events his sweets were always part of them.’

Tsubasa: ‘I understand.’ 

Ryuji: ‘Especially his macarons are masterpieces. During our Bambi time we both often asked him to make all kinds of sweets for us.’ 

Tomohisa: ‘Though they were mostly Ryuji’s requests.’

Ryuji: ‘Eh, was it so? Didn’t Tomo also want to eat things like Simmered Taro in Sweetened Soy Sauce* or asked for something different than sweets?’ 

Tomohisa: ‘Ahaha, that might be so. You remembered that well.’

Ryuji: ‘But all of them were delicious.’

Tsubasa: ‘Fufu, you do love him a lot.’

Tomohisa: ‘We will introduce him to Tsubasa next time.’

Tomohisa: ‘Before I forget, would you come to our apartment on our free day?’

Ryuji: ‘That sounds great! Because we were busy these days we weren’t able to visit the store, so we’ll ask him to make us lots of sweets ♪.’ 

Tomohisa: ‘Yeah, we will contact you.’ 

Part 5

ーA few days later. In the evening.ー

(The previous location dragged on, so I arrived later than the promised time unfortunately…..)

______

The doorbell rings.

Tomohisa: ‘Hello, Tsubasa. Come in.’

Tsubasa: ‘Hello! I am terribly sorry for my lateness.’

Tomohisa: ‘It’s fine. Now, come into the living room.’

Tsubasa: ‘Yes, excuse me for the intrusion.’

Tsubasa: ‘…..?’

(It smells sweet here…..)

Ryuji: ‘Ah, you finally came.’

Tsubasa: ‘I am sorry to have kept you waiting.’

Ryuji (sighs): ‘Really. I was getting tired of waiting.’

Ryuji (smiles): ‘Come on, sit down already!’

Tsubasa: ‘Y-Yes.’

(I wonder what’s wrong, Ryuji-kun is strangely in a good mood…..?)

Tsubasa: ‘Ryuji-kun, did something happen?’

Tomohisa: ‘Fufu, I wonder?’

Ryuji: ‘Tsubasa!’

Tsubasa: ‘Yes.’

Ryuji: ‘Open your mouth! Here, aaahh.’

Tsubasa: ‘Eh!? ….. Nhmm.’

Ryuji: ‘How is it? This cupcake is from the pastry chef’s store we talked about the other day. Delicious, right?’

Tsubasa: ‘Nn….., very delicious!’

Ryuji: ‘I know, right! There are also cookies and madeleines. Eat away.’ 

Tsubasa: ‘Thank you very much. But, why suddenly…..?’

Ryuji: ‘F-For no reason, really. I just bought them, because I was craving some sweets after I ate the ones at the ceremony last time!’

Tomohisa: ‘Oh, that’s weird? What I heard was surely to make them togeーー’

Ryuji (blushes): ‘Wait, Tomo! Don’t say unnecessary things.’

Tsubasa: ‘…..?’

Ryuji: ‘…..They are just a thank you….. for always taking care of all kinds of….. Things for us…..!’

Tsubasa: ‘! Th-Thank you very much…..! That makes me happy.’

Ryuji: ‘Ngh! I mean, Tsubasa might as well also eat them! It's me who wanted to eat them, that’s the main point here!’ 

Tsubasa: ‘Yes! But I am still happy!’

Tomohisa (winks): ‘Fufufu, then shall we have a tea party today?’

END

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* Simmered Taro in Sweetened Soy Sauce (里芋の煮っころがし・さといものにっころがし): This took me some time to find since it’s a specific dish. Ryuji only used 煮っころがし (Sweetened Soy Sauce) actually, but Google gave me videos and images of the Taro version. It sounds a bit strange to me to only use the soy sauce part, so I included the full name of the dish.   

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Hmm https://yttdtheories.tumblr.com/post/663046057324937216

I'm wondering if this isn't a hint to say who the Asunaro members are as Mishima could be a former Asunaro member and Shin's family be belonging. Ranger we know he was supposed to be a replacement for Kai. And also reading what Vg person wrote about everyone's family state.

Sara: Her mom is only seen unconscious. Her dad tells Kai he isn't Sara's birth dad, and that she'll have to learn this someday.

Joe: Unknown. Could make some vague assumptions from how he reacts to Gin talking about his dad.

Keiji: Raised by a single mother.

Kanna: Adopted from an orphanage. (Could be Asunaro, but she doesn't comment when it comes up.)

Kugie: Standard two-parent household, according to Kanna.

Q-taro: Doesn't remember parents, raised at an orphanage named Asunaro.

Shin: ???

Reko: Standard two-parent household, according to Reko AI. Mom: "A little weird, but affectionate." Dad: "A good guy, but gives into temptation [likely referring to how he craved fame and abused Reko's talent]; hated him for the longest time, but he's woken up and gone back to being ordinary."

Alice: See Reko.

Nao: Standard two-parent household, according to personal info documents. "Born to a middle-class, extremely average family. The father has been an office worker for 20 years. The mother has carried various jobs. No siblings. The father is under his wife's thumb."

Kai: Gashu is his dad, though Sara's dad thought of him as family.

Gin: Current father (with bad drinking habit) married mother when he was 2, according to Gin AI.

Mishima: ???

the family status of Mishima and Shin is suspicious, Kanna was sent to the Asunaro orphanage but why?

it's a nice mystery, maybe they wanted Kanna to have a better life without Asunaro, like Mishima decided to leave the organization, but it doesn't make much sense to keep this revelation hidden from Shin.

However Mishima and Shin it is possible that they have very strong ties with Asunaro than the others.

especially the moon with Meister and his sitting position does not remind you very much Shin and Midori?

Tsukimi = moon viewing

we know that the poses are very reminiscent of Sara's stepfather. But there is also a high possibility that he is the memorandum guy.

Update: I had theorized the person on the bed could be Kai, but maybe it could also be the memo guy because is sick and maybe Meister is mr. chidouin who is pretending to be the previous survivor. However it is very strange and curious that Nankidai often draws Shin and Mishima together, could it be a hint that they have strong ties with Asunaro?

[musicalorder4869]

General Servamp headcanons - Envy and Lust pairs

Just some random headcanons me and my sister (Ani) have about our favourite Servamp/Eve pairs xD Hope they’re ok, and sorry for the long post 😅

Mikuni Alicein

Mikuni used to be very skilled at playing the violin, although he gave it up a long time ago. On occasion, he would pick it up again and play for himself but if he catches anyone listening, he would stop immediately.

Because of a certain person, Mikuni doesn’t like strawberries or pasta in tomato or meat sauce.

When he is not working at the Land of Nod or gathering intel, Mikuni often plays chess or card games with Jeje to pass the time.

Despite smiling a lot when talking to people, it is actually rare to see Mikuni give a genuine smile. However, there are times when he will let one slip, such as when he’s looking pictures of a small Misono, star-gazing at night or making something for Abel.

I’m still not sure of Abel’s connection with Mikuni other than being involved in “My Fair Lady”, but I like to think that she is somehow key to his mental stability. When she is with him, Mikuni acts ‘normal’: calculating, rational and confident but without, he’s either like a scared child or completely loses his mind.

Once, Mikuni lost Abel in a shopping mall and went to the information desk to report a lost person rather than a lost item. Jeje had to stop him and apologise to the confused people at the desk.

Both Mikuni and Misono are strong strategists, and with recent events, Mikuni sometimes refers to their actions as “playing chess with real people as their pieces”. He is like a mirror of Misono: whilst his brother wants to protect everyone, is loved and always has people by his side, Mikuni is willing to sacrifice anything to reach his goals, was erased by his family and forgotten for a period of time and wanders alone with Jeje.

Like Misono, he is scared of the dark, thunder and lightning as it brings back bad memories for him.

Mikuni doesn’t forgive himself for what happened at the Alicein Manor and feels like he doesn’t deserve to be forgiven either. This is part of the reason why he is jealous of Tsurugi; whilst the latter started off with nothing, he was gaining more as he went and was accepted despite what he did under Touma. Mikuni, on the other hand, had everything but ended up losing it all.

Jeje

When trying to contact him, it is rare that he would actually reply but messages would be on ‘read’. The only people he would respond to is Lily on very specific occasions or Mikuni if they weren’t together. Even then, it is usually a sentence at most.

He cares about each of his siblings equally but gets along with Lily the most. It hurts him when something happens to them or if he was ordered to hurt them, but he would never show it.

Jeje is surprisingly good with children, even though he sometimes finds them noisy. Back at the Alicein Manor, Lily would persuade him to leave the basement on occasion and play with his Subclass. As he was good at making things, the kids would love to sit and watch him make his bottled ships or origami ornaments.

In his snake form, he is not only coiled around Mikuni because it’s convenient, but also because it offers a sense of security from other animals.

Most of Jeje’s Subclass were people who had been executed after being falsely accused or framed for a crime. After turning them into a vampire, he usually leaves them to live their life and only keeps in contact with a few. Good B and Bad B are examples of this (I headcanon that Bad B was accused of being a witch and Good B was a butler who was framed for murder or something idk).

His favourite season is Autumn, where it is neither too hot or too cold and finds the atmosphere relaxing. Despite hating the cold, he also likes certain aspects of winter such as staying indoors with a hot drink and warmth as he works on his bottled ships. Like watching the leaves fall in Autumn, he views the snowfall as beautiful and peaceful. Until Mikuni comes and dumps snow down his back.

Speaking of Mikuni, there are times when Jeje worries about him. Since leaving the Alicein manor after that incident, he often wonders how his Eve handles it beneath the confident and cheerful exterior he puts on. For this reason and his own guilt for Mikuni’s family falling apart due to Envy, Jeje chose to remain by Mikuni’s side despite his Eve’s questionable decisions.

I feel like Jeje might have been someone who was trained to take orders without question or expressing their own opinion on it when he was a human, which is why he follows Mikuni’s instructions regardless of whether he agrees with them or not.

Misono Alicein

He tries, but he is not very good at cooking.

Tsurugi sometimes nicknames him “Ube-chan” or “Taro-chan” due to his purple colour scheme.

He is a fan of classical music, usually listening to it as he studies or if he is deep in thought. However, he has been trying more modern songs too but dislikes rock and metal.

After leaving the garden, Misono tries everything that he had missed out on; hanging out with friends, travelling on public transport and staying over at either Mahiru or Tetsu’s, being supported by those around him.

Animals like him and whilst he may seem annoyed, he actually likes it and is good with them.

He is confused with pop culture references but is slowly learning.

Misono is better at board games and puzzle solving than he is at video games though when he does play with Mahiru, Kuro and Tetsu, he likes multiplayer and party games despite not being very good at them.

I feel like if there is anyone who could save Mikuni from whatever he is up to at the moment, it would most likely be Misono and Tsurugi. The latter is a lot more perceptive than people realise and with Misono’s planning, they’ll probably be able to figure something out.

Snow Lily

If any of his siblings find or make subclasses that are children, they usually send them his way. He is happy to care for them and seeing them get along well with his own Subclass.

He has a talent for baking and finds joy being in the kitchen making treats for Misono or his Subclass. Sometimes, he would make snacks for them to have during the lessons or when the group decides to have a movie or game night.

I can imagine Lily being good at dancing, especially at the waltz or ballroom and sometimes teaches Misono. When working, he would subconsciously hum classical tunes to himself with a fond smile on his face, although he doesn’t realise he’s doing it.

Lily is skilled at sewing, often mending any tears in clothing to the point they look new again. He would also make clothes and dolls or accessories for the children, Misono and the other Servamps and Eves on special occasions like their birthdays and Christmas. Some of the Easter and Halloween costumes they own were also made by Lily.

Although he likes being around others, there are times when he enjoys the quiet and just have a bit of time to himself. When he does, he likes to light a few scented candles and sit down with a book.

It is very difficult to get him angry.

Just like Jeje does for him, Lily cares a lot about his older brother too. He doesn’t blame him for what happened in the Alicein Household and like how he wishes Mikuni and Misono would reconcile, he wants to be able to talk things out with Jeje too.

He didn’t used to be friendly and cheerful, instead having a past of being unloved which left him resenting the fact that he was turned into a vampire. He initially didn’t want to interact with his siblings and questioned his existence but it wasn’t until Jeje raised his voice at him about the latter issue that he gradually started changing. Now, he’s the one who’s afraid of being rejected by the people he loves.

[gameofdrarry]

Wizards Hearts Recs: Werewolf Creature!Fic

Wizards Hearts was a four-month-long Drarry reading fest. Players were given a playing deck of 52 tropes, and were asked to find 52 different fics to read and comment on to fill their decks. To prevent the same few fics from being read, fics were restricted to only being used for the game three times before being considered ineligible for further points. The tropes and submissions list can be found here.

Check out the masterlist of fics for this trope below the cut!

📜 Embers by shiftylinguini Rated:  Explicit Words:  41216 Tags: Post-Hogwarts, First Time, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Draco Malfoy, Omega Harry Potter, Werewolves, Heat Companion Harry Potter, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Masturbation, Knotting, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Scent Marking, Scent Kink, Come Marking, Dirty Talk, sexual negotiation, H/D Career Fair 2017 Summary:  Werewolf Alphas aren't meant to be alone, or to suppress their ruts indefinitely like Draco has been since he was bitten eight years ago. He needs company, companionship, to knot ― he needs an Omega Heat Companion. At least, that’s what the Healers say, and even Draco can admit contacting the person they’ve referred him to might be nice. Of course it turns out to be bloody Potter. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Heart Like Neon by lq_traintracks (lumosed_quill) Rated:  Explicit Words:  41103 Tags: Sex Work, Sex worker Harry Potter, Rentboys, rentboy Harry potter, Past Harry/Ginny - Freeform, past Draco/Theo, Harry/OMC - Freeform, Trans Male Character, Trans Female Character, Switching, Transphobia, Tattoos, hung harry, POV Alternating, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Rimming, Comeplay, Watersports, Duelling, Facials Summary:  Bored of being The Chosen One, Harry discovers he rather likes sex and becomes a professional. He’s good at it, and part of why is that he can read people. Not minds, not Legilimens, but their whole self, and he can give them what they don’t even know they want. Enter Draco fucking Malfoy, enigma to everyone, including himself. Harry can’t help but want to break into him, to figure him out. And Draco, thinking he’ll fuck Potter on a lark, has no idea what he’s in for. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Who we are in the shadows by Quicksilvermaid Rated:  Explicit Words:  99714 Tags: Dubious Consent, werewolf instincts, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, child trafficking, Brief Claustrophobia, Past Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Past minor character death, Past Child Death, Bigotry & Prejudice, prejudice against werewolves, internalized prejudice, Murder, Stabbing, Poison, Hallucinations, Creature Fic, Werewolf Harry, Werewolves, Auror Harry Potter, Case Fic, Masturbation, wanking, werewolf attack, Aural Voyeurism, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Slow Burn, Biting, Marking, Claiming, Scenting, Possessive Behavior, Jealousy, Rough Sex, Edging, Secrets, Lies, Hurt/Comfort, Sharing a Bed, Loyalty, Loyalty Bond, Bonding, Angst, Domestic, Falling In Love, Enemies to Lovers, Self-Acceptance, Emotional Growth, Angst with a Happy Ending, References to Auror Brutality, H/D Erised 2019, Comeplay, Wall Sex, sex without lube, Identity Porn, Secret Identity Summary:  What happens when you’re forced to become the very thing you despise? Ex-Auror Harry Potter, tossed out of the Ministry for something he had no control over, has been looking for a way back to his former life. When he comes across Draco Malfoy in the criminal underbelly of Wizarding London and in need of protection, Harry figures bringing him in to face the Ministry's justice is his ticket back to everything he's lost. But nothing is exactly as it seems. Not even Harry himself. And as he gets drawn further and further into Malfoy's world of honour and deception he finds himself questioning everything he thought he knew—about his childhood nemesis, the Ministry job he misses so much, and most of all, about himself. What happens when you’re forced to see that you were wrong? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The Elusive Mate��by 0idontknow0 Rated:  Explicit Words:  25786 Tags: Rating: NC17, Fanart, Creature Fic Summary:  Harry had done it (a) to save lives and (b) because the idea of him being Malfoy’s mate was clearly ridiculous, but now he had to tell Malfoy. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Finding A Place To Call Home by marysiak Rated:  Explicit Words:  54747 Tags: Alternate Universe, Creature Fic, Werewolves, Post-Hogwarts, Rough Sex, Top Draco Malfoy, Bottom Harry Summary:  Feeling directionless after the war, Harry is unexpectedly torn out of his own universe and thrust into another, where he must hide out with Remus Lupin, Teddy and Draco Malfoy as Severus Snape and Hermione try to find a way to send him home and save both his and his unwitting doppelganger's lives. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 as much a light as a flame by p1013 Rated:  Explicit Words:  6303 Tags: Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Alternate Universe - Medieval, Mating Rituals, Werewolf Draco Malfoy, POV Draco Malfoy, Knotting, Scent Kink, Mating Bond, Outdoor Sex, Anal Sex, Comeplay, Art, Claiming, H/D Sex Fair 2020 Summary:  His mother paints a wolf on his chest, its eyes bracketing his heart, and its muzzle pointed towards his groin. His aunt fills in the spaces around his waist and ribs with symbols he's lost the meaning of in the wash of whatever plant had been mixed in with the steam. They move after her brush leaves his skin, turning from incomprehensible marks to his name to wolf to home to hunt and then back to misunderstanding again. His legs are painted in patterned bands, starting from his ankles and ending at his upper thighs. His groin is left unmarked, the pale and empty skin meant to leave no doubt of the Claim once he makes it. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Burning the Ground by lq_traintracks (lumosed_quill), traintracks Rated:  Explicit Words:  10256 Tags: A/B/O-ish dynamic, Were-Creatures, Knotting, Rough Sex, Anal Sex, Bondage, Blow Jobs, sex on the floor, Rimming, Auror Harry Potter, Healer Draco Malfoy, Mildly Dubious Consent Summary:  "Strap him down," someone said, and Harry felt the rage thicken inside him -- the viscous fear. Magical bindings pulled taut around his wrists . . . He felt a wand touch his arm and then a sharp bite as something punctured the skin, and a sweet, cool tonic rushed his veins. His breathing slowed. His eyelids drooped. The ceiling went grey and dark. And then he heard a woman's voice sigh, "Someone, get Healer Malfoy." ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Omega's Binding by Madriddler Rated:  Explicit Words:  49405 Tags: Hogwarts Sixth Year, Alpha/Omega, Omega Harry, Werewolves, Knotting, Fluff and Angst, Anal Fingering, Size Kink, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Watersports, No Horcruxes Summary:  After a violent encounter, Harry Potter is turned into a werewolf. An Omega Werewolf, to be exact. Now dealing with heats and the ability to get pregnant, Harry must learn to live with his new forms and life, while a desire for revenge fuels him. Will he be able to resist his heat and vengeance? Or will he fall into an instinctual lust, and look for his Alpha? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The Light More Beautiful by firethesound Rated:  Explicit Words:  81255 Tags: Hogwarts Sixth Year, Dubious Consent, Potions Accident, Post-Hogwarts, Aurors, Returning Home, Owls, Drinking, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Shower Sex, Masturbation in Shower, Knotting, Rimming, Falling In Love, Case Fic, Loss of Virginity, Acronyms, Motorcycles, Christmas, Quidditch, Pining Summary:  Thirteen years after Draco accepts Potter's help escaping the horror of his sixth year, he returns to England where he makes the unfortunate discovery that Potter is still as obnoxious as ever. And worse, more than a decade overseas hasn't been enough to dim Draco's obsession with him. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Run With Me by dragontara Rated:  Mature Words:  16738 Tags: Animagus, Creature Fic, Werewolf Draco, Animagus Harry, Bottom Draco, Bonding, Knotting, snarky Draco Summary:  Draco and Harry meet in the Forbidden Forest in their wolf forms falling fast and hard and eventually bonding with each other. Unfortunately bonding in their animal forms doesn't mean they are happily bonded straight away in a real life too. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Taro Milk Tea with a side of Depression by VeelaWings Rated:  Mature Words:  1073 Tags: Pre-Slash, Screenplay/Script Format, Conversations, Veela Draco Malfoy, Werewolf Harry Potter, Guidance Counselors, in therapy, Depression, Self-Hatred, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Morbid Humor, Inappropriate Behavior from a Professional, H/D Hurt!Fest 2020 Summary:  Draco sat through twenty grievous minutes of Ministry-mandated group therapy for Newly Registered Magical Beings & Creatures — then promptly stormed out. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Blood Moon Rising by noelleification Rated:  Mature Words:  38322 Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Werewolf Draco Malfoy, Wolfstar is canon, Sirius Black Lives, Draco Malfoy Needs a Hug, Draco Malfoy is a Little Shit, Adoption, Slowburn Adoption, Drarry might happen at some point, idk - Freeform, Remus and Sirius adopt draco, Remus and Sirius as dads, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, So much angst, seriously get ready for angst, Abusive Lucius Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy Being an Asshole, Harry Potter but it's ridiculously gay, Gay Draco Malfoy, Gay Disaster Draco Malfoy, Trans Hermione Granger, Because we don't support TERFS in this household, Yearning, Sirius and Remus are in love but it doesn't mean they're smart enough to know it yet, so get ready for them to pine for awhile, uhhhhhh just have tissues ready I guess, I'm gonna try my hardest to make you cry, You're gonna suffer..., But you're gonna be... happy about it?, Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, traumatized Draco, Draco Malfoy Has Issues, Tonks is best girl, Tonks as lesbian wine aunt, Tonks has big sister vibes, Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks Never Happened, Everyone is LGBT, because fuck jk rowling, Found Family, Whump, this shit hurted, Parental Remus Lupin, Parental Sirius Black, Torture, Aftermath of Torture, this shit gets dark yall, just be prepared Summary:  Draco Malfoy is cursed. Ever since Fenrir Greyback ripped him to shreds, Draco has transformed into a monster every month on the full moon. The change is painful, and living with Lucius Malfoy might be worse. But Draco is strong. He doesn’t need anyone, especially not Remus Lupin. Remus Lupin might be the only person in the world who understands what Draco is going through—but he has enough on his plate, between the still-raging wizarding war, the publicized nature of his status as a werewolf, and his best friend, Sirius Black, who Remus might think of in a more-than-friendly way. He certainly can’t take in a seventeen-year-old Death Eater—can he? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 A Howling Good Time by FleetofShippyShips Rated:  Explicit Words:  5819 Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Hogwarts, Established Relationship, Werewolf Draco Malfoy, Full Moon, werewolf/human sex, Transformed Werewolf/Human Sex, Knotting, Consent Given Prior, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Morning After, Aftercare (delayed?), Scent Kink, Fluff, (hahaha both literal and emotional), Don't copy to another site, Come Scent Kink (i.e. some post-sex bum sniffing) Summary:  They’d talked about this, and Draco had agreed that he would try it for Harry, once Harry had convinced him he was utterly serious and not fucking with him. The timing, however, was entirely up to Harry, and he'd decided tonight, this full moon, was the night. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Am I a werewolf? by a_reader_and_writer Rated:  General Words:  1230 Tags: Werewolves, Curses, Drarropoly 2.0 - A Drarry Game/Fest, Dramatic Draco Malfoy, Boyfriends, Fluff and Crack Summary:  Draco is hit by the werewolf curse. The healers send him home and tell Harry and him to watch the symptoms. Of course this isn't as easy as it sounds with our drama queen Draco. ❤️ Read on AO3

[despairingly-hopeful-imagines]

Making the Naughty List

Day #4: "I think you've just made the naughty list"

Rantaro x GN! Reader

Hey loves! I'm back to writing and should hopefully be caught up by tomorrow in regards to prompts! Thank you all for being so patient! Be sure to take care of yourselves loves! Also! When I say older sisters for Rantaro's sisters I do not mean older than him I mean as in the eldest of his younger sisters!

Y/S= Younger Sisters Name

Suggestive themes below the cut!

-Mod Kiibo

Ah, Christmas. The most wonderful time of the year, at least for you it was. It was the time of year where you could spend endless hours with your boyfriend, Rantaro, and his family in which you've grown to love. They always accepted you with open arms, especially his younger sisters who adored you more than their brother.

And that's why when you knocked on the door of his house you where instantly bombarded with hugs from all 12 of his sisters. "Now, now, give them some space" you smiled at the familiar voice of your boyfriend and turned to look at him.

"Hey partner" Rantaro brought you into a hug and kissed your head. "It's good to see you".

"Hi 'Taro" you giggled and hugged him back. "It's good to see all of you again."

"I think I can speak for all of us when I say we missed you" Rantaro smiled when he heard his sisters agreeing with him. "Let's get you inside so you're not cold"

You walked in after your boyfriend and looked around in awe at the decorations they put up. "You guys really go all out this time of year!"

"We have to! We have a competition with the neighbors every year so we make sure we look the best!" One of Rantaro's younger sisters had explained to you making sure to grab your hand in the process "let me show you around the house so you can see all of our decorations!"

You smiled and nodded your head at her, letting her drag you around the house showing you every decoration the Amami household had put up...even the bathroom decorations. You encountered many of his other sisters while getting the tour of the house too some joining you and some not. By the time you ended the tour you were already exhausted just due to the size of the house itself.

"Okay Y/S, let them rest. You've been dragging them around for an hour and a half now." One of Rantaros older sisters commented before she turned to look at you "besides I'm sure they would like to spend some time with their boyfriend."

You blushed and shyly nodded your head "it would be nice but I love to spend time with you all" you heard the sisters visibly aww at your statement and the younger one of the duo spoke up "we love you too, but we dont mind you going to spend time with big brother."

You smiled and ruffled her hair a bit "thank you, I promise I'll spend some time with you later." She only grinned and responded with a bubbly "okay!".

You walked off right after towards Rantaro's room only to be pulled away by another one of his sisters. This continued until nightfall when his family all gathered around in the living room to watch christmas movies.

"There you are! I've been looking all over for you!" Rantaro hugged you "let me guess my sisters have been hogging you?"

"You could say that" you giggled and hugged back making sure to kiss his cheek. "Don't worry, I'm all yours after the movie."

"That's good" he nodded his head and followed up with "I need affection too" you smirked at his comment and teased him "awww is my baby getting jealous~"

He chuckled and dragged you to sit with him at the couch. "I'm not jealous, just attention starved." You rolled your eyes at him and cuddled into his side. "Whatever you say babe"

After a few hours of watching christmas movies all of his sisters finally went to sleep in their rooms, leaving you and Rantaro all alone.

You moaned quietly as Rantaro sucked on your neck, his hands roaming your body as much as he could. Tangling your fingers into his hair, you tugged slightly on it gaining a groan from him. "R-rantaro" you stuttered out in a broken moan only earning a "hm" from him.

You pushed him away gently now getting his full attention. "Is something wrong?" He asked you concerned he may have done something wrong. You blushed and averted his gaze "we shouldn't do this here"

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked again only to earn a head shake and a squeeze of his ass from you soon sliding out from under him. "Let's continue this in the bedroom." You hastily said and made your way upstairs leaving your boyfriend behind. Rantaro just shook his head at your retreating form and smirked. "I think you've just made the naughty list." He whispered to himself quickly following after you.