#;; me: I'll answer this in the morning

[heartorbit]

find another role, carry on the show

[becca-e-barnes]

I’m literally drooling over the thought of sensitive Bucky whimpering and whining while fucking your tits and thighs he’s so pathetic and needy all he wants is to make you feel good and to fill you with his cum even if it overstimulates him

Okay, tit fucking is great and all but thigh fucking is SO underrated in my humble opinion. Could just be the fact I've got a small chest though lmao

It's so fun when you're already really into it and the insides of your thighs are all slick. I feel like Bucky would lose it, getting to see your face and look in your eyes and enjoy your body.

It's a nice one to do while laid on your side, facing each other. Although the angle isn't quite right for him to slip inside you, it's fun to explore the other ways your bodies can steal pleasure from one another.

"This isn't going to work, sweetheart." You can't help but laugh, having already tried everything you can think of to make the height difference work. There's no way to keep this romantic and intimate in that position because there's just no chance of aligning your bodies properly to allow him to press inside you.

"Maybe not. But it feels nice anyway." His eyes flutter shut, gliding his dick over the smooth, soft, warm insides of your thighs, encouraged by how slick and easy your arousal makes the movement.

You adjust yourself to bring your other thigh on top of his length, closing him in on both sides.

You're wet enough that friction doesn't impede his movement too much and there's something oddly romantic about it. Maybe it's his hand smoothing the back of your head or his other hand up your back, pulling your body closer to his.

It's so intimate, watching his face as he whines your name, rutting senselessly against your thighs. The little flush to his cheeks is beautiful and you can't resist kissing the thin sheen of sweat on his forehead. The thick duvet on top of you both, coupled with your combined body heat means the room is far hotter than you'd planned.

You take a second to reach between your bodies, spreading your wet folds and readjusting his length, letting him drag his cock against your neglected clit with each stroke and oh, that's pretty mind-blowing.

"O-oh my God." He whines, desperately fucking himself against your wet cunt, rather than into it. It's a different kind of pleasure to being inside you and while they're not comparable sensations, it doesn't stop this from feeling fantastic.

"Fuck, that's good." You groan, rolling your hips to meet his. Your fingers dip between you once more, gathering some of your slick arousal, using it to glide your fingertips over the underside of his shaft and over his balls.

"Holy shit, that's - fuck." Bucky's hardly got a coherent thought left in his head. He's closed in on both sides by your wet, soft thighs and now your fingers are giving him a different sensation underneath while pressing him against your soaked sex.

"I know, baby. Feels good, doesn't it?" Your fingertips trail lightly back and forth over the underside of his shaft, focusing on the inch or so beneath the tip.

"I can't... I need to cum." He groans, thrusting frantically, clinging to your body to keep you close. Within a few seconds, you feel his dick pulse under your fingertips, his cum coating the inside of your thighs in hot, thick, messy spurts.

He doesn't waste a second, kissing your forehead before kissing your neck and whispering "Good girl. Now let me watch you get yourself off with my cum on your fingertips."

[arttsuka]

I wonder if Jedediah and octavius ever celebrated the 4th of July together? (also your leftover veggie dish looks like it would make Gordon Ramsay cry with joy :) )

They probably, most definitely did celebrate together I think

Featuring my failed attempt at drawing fireworks 🎆

If Gordon Ramsey were to see that dish he'd cry in general I think, given the fact that I forgot to put enough salt :')

[sergle]

I feel you, its so bad 😭, I had to go on a functioning adult human schedule for school and good god, out the house by 7am... bad bitches are not built for that..

WE REALLY ARE... and man, I can brute force myself into any schedule if there are things that HAVE to be done at certain times (like school, like you said) but it absolutely never feels "right". it feels like waking up at 3am to go to the airport type of shit. and it is truly so annoying... to get hit with the "that's a Normal schedule, you need to Fix your schedule" okay. alright. but let me hit you with this one. is it "normal" or is it just conducive to a 8 - 5. because no matter what my sleep schedule is like, or how locked in I am, I'm more clear headed at night + more productive and energetic. and no matter what, I'm tired during the day, especially the brightest times of day when the sun is allegedly supposed to be signaling my brain to be awake and alert. and it doesn't matter how much sleep I got.

[qrowscant]

hello i am asking about your supercomputer oc with every disease and also flesh

are they single

IS can answer for himself !

[dandelion-wings]

[crescentfool]

I noticed you're a Ryomina!!! How did you get into it? And do you have any good fanfics/doujinshi you can advice me to read? ANYTHING on Ryomina actually? I'm dying for anything about them!!! Thanks!!

yes!!! it's me!!! i'm ryomina fan (one of many)!!! thank you for visiting my askbox, i'll do my best to answer all of the questions because it always makes me happy to see that ryomina sparks joy for people! :D

...this got really long because i like linking to things, so i'm putting it under a read more (IM VERY NORMAL ABOUT THEM)

how did i get into it? i got into persona 3 around august 2021 through the movies- at the time my only experience with the persona series was with P5R / P5S / P5D. p3 was the one that interested me the most (i thought minato was very pretty + i caught wind that the themes of the game were very resonant with people). i picked the movies over the game because i'm a guy who plays games at a snails pace, haha.

admittedly, i did latch onto ryomina because of the scenes in the third and fourth movie (i have mentioned in the tags of this art i drew how much i felt like i was exploding and blasting off to the moon watching it).

but what really dug me into the ryomina hole (and what has kept me there) was thinking about how much ryoji encapsulates the themes of p3- and how interconnected his fate is with minato. i wrote some musings about their dynamic here, if you're interested!

tl;dr: what if we were both boys and we were mirror images of each other and i inherited your kindness and looks but god doomed our narrative even though we're soulmates

on ryomina fanworks recommendations:

regarding fics: i'm going to assume that you've probably read the fics that have the highest kudo ratings on them, so i won't really be listing those.

a personal favorite fic that i always hold close to my heart is Eurydice's Vow by crescentmoontea, which explores the idea of ryomina in p5r's third semester. this was the first fic i read about ryomina and it made me tear up lots...

i also think a lot about I Alone Await You by Nail_gun, literally scrumptious writing that captures the ryomina dynamic so so well. actually check out Nail_gun's other ryomina fics while you're at it too!

other fun fic i'm fond of: can't get my mind out of those memories (what were they?) by foxmulder_whereartthou. ryoji being homeless lives rent free in my head and it's all because of this fic. there's a bunch of other fun ryominas from the same author too (i still need to read them)

BkZa555 also has some fun AU scenarios if you're into that too, notably with Zagreus (P5-Setting, Ryoji focus) and The Definition of Insanity (TIME LOOP fuckery!), but they're currently ongoing.

these were some ones that came to my mind first- as i have the strongest recollection reading them. admittedly i haven't really been reading fic this year, so i don't have many recommendations from fic that came out this year. but if you're so inclined to let ryomina consume your soul, i definitely recommend giving the newer works in the ryomina tag a look-see and see if it strikes your fancy!

as a side note, i do have a few ryomina fics that i've bookmarked on my ao3 here, though i have to say that i'm not sure how well they hold up in terms of like... what i would seek out of a fic these days. but they made past me happy so i bookmarked them, LOL. it's kind of outdated (my collection of fic recs has my old username *disintegrates*).

regarding doujinshi: i have not read all the ryomina doujinshi available, but as a starting point, please take a look at this list from pandora-scans from livejournal!

notably, this is where you can find the strawberry-chan say good bye doujin- which features a small and cute comic from shuji sogabe (the p3/p4 manga artist), as well as other artists. the existence of this doujinshi is the funniest thing to me because it's like "HEY if you're wondering what the volume 8 cover is really gay it's because sogabe contributed to a ryomina doujin." this fact makes my head spin (positive). it explains a lot about the manga.

regarding persona side material:

i know you didn't ask for these but i thought that i mine as well list these too, since i feel that the side materials have some fun expansions on ryoji and minato's interactions. i haven't... watched/read all of these but, hey, i like to share these things!

for comic anthologies for the persona series (some of which have ryoji!). if you're interested in reading them, here's a scanlation index from maboroshi-no on tumblr. i don't think this is a comprehensive list, but i think it will be a great starting point!

for some translations of the persona 3 drama cds, check out imaginary-numbers on dreamwidth! ryoji and minato interactions can specifically be found in the persona 3 character drama cd vol. 1, and for the audio + english subs, you can watch this video on youtube:

and ohh the musical. ryoji singing and dancing gives me so much joy. i haven't watched the musical in it's entirety (only fragments), but here are some links that may be of interest to you:

Ao no Kakusei (The Blue Awakening), Sakuya version - playlist for the first p3 musical, translated by Phoenix Maiika.

Ao no Kakusei (The Blue Awakening), Kotone version - playlist for the femc version!! also translated by Phoenix Maiika on YouTube.

Persona 3: The Weird Masquerade (English Subtitles) - playlist by rumio!

P3 Weird Musical DVD & Soundtrack Booklet Scans by rumio_k - twitter thread that links to these funsies, if you don't have twitter, here's the publicly shared drive link.

god. these sure are a lot of links, huh? i hope you enjoy them- pick and choose whatever sounds most appealing! (if this overwhelmed you im sorry GKLHLDH i just like being very comprehensive in my answers about things so i got carried away).

and as a reminder, you (and anyone else reading) are always welcome to browse my tags/archive and reblog things from there anytime! i have... nearly 300 ryomina posts which, while mostly consists of art, has a few fics, meta, hcs, gifs, memes, and whatnot scattered about.

or browse the minato and ryoji tags too! there's.. nearly 1k minato. and 500 ish ryoji. and they're going to keep on growing because i can't stop being obsessed with archiving these things. god help me i am so deep in this hole called ryomina hell and now you're here too. welcome aboard!

there's always going to be a lot of fun ways to enjoy rotating ryomina around in one's brain, i think- they're a pairing with such fun symbolic imagery that is So Deep (to me) but ALSO they're immensely hilarious and weird guys (affectionate). so i love to share these things in hopes that it gives you joy too! they are the most couple ever (to me) (i'm biased)

thank you again for the ask! i hope it can satiate your need for more ryomina, and be a nice aide in exploring the p3 fanspace :)

[spooked-skull-studios]

would the people want to buy a mr bonzo patch.....

[in-omni-scientia]

What is a "motor carriage"

It's a good thing you didn't ask this of Interfacing -- he would have described them near-pornographically with zero substance.

A motor carriage (abbreviated as both 'MC' and 'car') is a type of passenger vehicle which is self-propelled, primarily transports one or more people rather than cargo, and may run mostly on roads created specifically for the thoroughfare of vehicular traffic. Popular brands that mass-manufacture MCs include the Coupris MotorCorp, Linnea and LUM, though there are a wide range which may range widely in price, power and style.

Motor carriages generate power using an internal combustion engine (ICE). These engines work by converting chemical energy into mechanical energy, or torque. The reaction of oxidizers mixing with a fuel and being ignited causes pistons to move up and down within a cylinder; the pistons are connected to and spin a crankshaft, which in turn rotates the wheels of the car and causes it to move. Most engines will contain anywhere between one to twelve cylinders and be four-stroke; this means they work by first drawing in the air-fuel mixture as the piston moves down (intake, induction or suction stroke), compresses the mixture as the piston moves up (compression stroke), the mixture is ignited forcing the piston down (combustion, power or ignition stroke), and then the spent mixture is pushed out through the exhaust port (exhaust or outlet stroke). Multicylinder engines will offset each individual cylinder's cycles to ensure the engine runs smoothly, and the cylinders will be arranged in either a line (such as in the KR18GU engine of the Coupris 40) or a V-shape (such as in the V12 engine of the Coupris Kineema).

MCs have several forward 'gears' which dictate how much power you would like to use from the engine. These range from 1 to 5, with 1 being low gear (generally used when you first start your MC to move it) and 5 being your highest gear. There is also neutral, which means you are in no gear, and reverse. The car is controlled using the brake, accelerator and clutch; brake slows the car, accelerate speeds it up, and clutch disconnects the wheels from the engine.

Modern motor-carriages are operated using two clutch levers, two brake levers attached to the aforementioned clutch, a gearshift pedal operated with the left foot, and an accelerator and differential lock operated with the right foot.

MCs are steered using a hybrid of clutch-brake steering and braked differential steering systems. Early MCs only used the clutch and brake to steer the car; rather than turning the wheels to change the direction it is moving in, power is disconnected from either one side or the other with a clutch. Some would also apply slipping of the brake in order to tighten the turn. One issue with this braking system was that, since the wheel is disconnected entirely, the average forward momentum is not maintained, and so the car would slow significantly; as well as this, on downslopes, sometimes declutching one side to turn would result in a turn in the opposite direction. An alternative, coming later, was braked differential steering; using a differential (a gear train which has the property of one shaft's rotational speed being the average of the others), braking power is applied to one side to turn the vehicle. This had an advantage over clutch-brake systems in that it would maintain the average speed, as the opposite wheel would speed up accordingly due to the differential. However, this system had a problem that, in the case of one wheel meeting a higher rolling resistance than another, the differential action would engage. In some models, particularly ones made for off-roading in rough terrain, this had to be solved by creating a differential lock to prevent unwanted differential action. Modern MCs use a clutch, brake and differential system with a differential lock.

[shanedoesdoodles]

I don't think just thinking about my work should cause me a panic attack bad enough to nearly make me faint.

I don't think the work environment that produces that reaction should be considered a good one

[kyouka-supremacy]

WHY ARE YOU SO NORMAL GO WATCH THE TRAILER AND BE INSANE LIKE THE REST OF US

So sorry sir. Back on duty 🫡

[sherrymagic]

we (alpha enthusiasts) are eating so well this week finallyy <3

this ep had SO MUCH Alpha i was honestly taken aback, Sasa how is it that we've been winning so much recently? is this a dream? is it the power of love? did we give away so much we finally get to receive? whatever it is hope it never ends, our girl got so much screentime and proper depth and some actual backstory on what her hopes and dreams and plans for the future are, i feel blessed AAAAAAAAAA

[arttsuka]

Cowboy Octavius is just the singer Red Leather right down to the daddy issues thank you and goodnight!

You are so right

[araneitela]

/breathes. This icon is called killme003.png for the sake of this post because honestly, where yesterday I was rather demotivated from writing up more meta, I woke up today with the strength of all Aeons in existence (and... not-so-in-existence-anymore) for intense research. So I put my thoughts through the sternest 'let's try to shake and shoot up the perspective/logic/theory' process that I could manage, and it's still standing. If anything, I'm more certain than I was yesterday or a week ago, that MHY is doing something substantial, and vastly nuanced with this damned character. I thought I had big-brain thoughts on/for Guizhong, but I don't know if those hold a candle to the ones I have for Kafka (actually, they really do). My issue with this lady in wine though, I don't know where to start writing it all down. It's like 10 messy whiteboards that are hypotheses on her trailer, the words she uses therein, "Don't be afraid, listen to me, wasn't it you, who invited me?", "Destiny has thousands of faces, why does it choose to wear this one?", "Stealing a glance?" during someone's final moments during her spirit whisper? Like, come on, you can't tell me she doesn't play into fate somehow beyond what we've all obviously gathered. You can't tell me that there isn't a more authentic face that has been staring right at us this entire time. She borderline if not directly says it right to us, but we're almost taught to not listen anymore, to think that there's more to something, but what if writers are using that against us, what if this is an instance where we should take words at direct face value? On top of everything else, of course. Fate is "inevitable" and right in front of us always, after all.

God, imagine a being tied so intricately woven into fate (vastly differently from Elio, mind you), speaking quotes upon quotes about the inevitability of fate, and being tied to nihilism, and yet firmly holding some sort of faith into choice, and hounds us on it. I mean come on, one of the main quotes in the entire story of HSR are her words: "When you have the chance to make a choice, make one that you know you won't regret." And she directly tells us in her own SQ, and it is a confirmed truth and not a lie, that Kafka herself does not believe destiny to be predetermined. Now to what capacity? We don't know. But the contrast of this, the rich nuance in this drives me insane. The duality of this woman, the spider (which itself is already a duality of a creature) and the butterfly (not necessarily as juxtaposed as one would believe, it all depends on perspective), the curiosity/fascination opposite her boredom, the ease of her killing which is reinforced with the emotional distance of her submachine guns, and yet she speaks how we should "let morality be our (your) guide", which fits perfectly alongside the decision of having her wield a katana, a blade that was worn by those following the highest code of honor? Speaking of emotional distance, the way she speaks of humans and humanity feels so distant, along with her talk of fragility. God, I just, want to shake HVY very firmly and fiercely. The fact that her eyes are highly likely to be concealed (hello, red), the fact that her voice is altered consistently, and yet we're shown the depth and warmth of her actual voice, and the empathy it holds consistently around primarily one person (almost two).

I love writing meta, but I don't know where to begin. I don't know where to start, but I'll get there. I just wanted to show how messy my mind is, I suppose. It makes perfect sense in my head, I've seen the dots, I've connected them, I see you MiHoYo, and you're giving me everything my brain needs in terms of latching my claws into something. But my god, where do I start writing it all down.

[kitausuret]

I need to get back into a Spidey or Venom.. both really lol.. state of mind. If you see this, do me a favor and drop something in my inbox about something from one of those things. Could be a prompt for a quick mini fic, could be a question about a ship and why I'm into it.. or not into it.. or even a question about the current Carnage or Venom runs. I'm not following ASM, so I can't help you there, haha.

You can also just straight up ask me to ramble about a fic, character, ship, era, whatever I just need to talk about spidersssss

[drarrily-we-row-along]

(I want to) Share Your Address

No one prompted this one. I'm just really on a Ben Platt kick at the moment. Go listen to this song, it's such a bop.

"I can't believe you just spent the afternoon at the Manor with me and my mum," Draco said, swaying against Harry on the bar stool, ignoring his friends completely.

Something in Harry's chest burst and expanded until he felt like he might float off his own stool at the way Draco called his mother 'mum' when he'd had just a little too much to drink.

Draco giggled and Harry wanted to curl up in his voice, wanted this moment to never end. "It's ridiculous."

"I loved it," Harry said honestly, a bit too honestly if he was being honest, his tongue too loose from the cocktails they'd been drinking at Draco's favorite restaurant. Narcissa had served them tea and biscuits in the back garden, and she'd shown Harry photos of Draco when he was small; telling story after story about Draco when he was young. Draco had blushed and protested, but he'd looked so delighted that Harry and Narcissa had persisted for the afternoon. "She was a delight."

"She seems quite taken with you," Draco said, shoulder pressing against Harry's as he took another long drink.

He hummed and leaned over to press a kiss to Draco's head, feeling bold and brave in light of the afternoon they'd had and the way that Draco had been so physically demonstrative this evening. Around Draco's friends he'd initially been a little cautious, not wanting to be too much, not wanting to embarrass him.

The other man turned to him and looked up at him from under his eyelashes and Harry's breath caught in his chest. "Harry," he murmured.

"Yeah?" he asked breathlessly.

"Kiss me," he breathed.

He leaned in and kissed him softly, cupping his cheek and stroking his thumb over Draco's cheekbone. There was a wolf-whistle then that had Draco's cheeks flushing pink, but his lips tipped up into a delighted little smile and Harry kissed him again.

"Take me home," Draco said against Harry's lips.

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"Yeah?" he asked again.

Draco nodded, fingers digging into Harry's curls, "Definitely."

They paid their tab and bid Draco's friends a good night, Draco's hand held tight in Harry's the whole time. He led them into the alleyway before apparating them to Draco's home and taking Draco apart bit by bit.

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Harry had a dull ache behind his eyelids when he woke up the next morning. With a little groan he opened his eyes and then promptly caught sight of Draco sprawled across the bed, drooling on the pillow, hair an absolute mess.

He couldn't stop the stupid grin on his face if he'd tried. Godric, Harry was ridiculously in love with him and it was all too soon, all too much, and Harry had learned that he had to slow himself down, had to pace himself, but he still reached out and brushed a lock of hair out of his face. The thought that he could stay here forever just looking at Draco, flitted through his mind and he decided to get up and make coffee before he came off as too much of a creep.

Pressing a soft kiss to the inside of Draco's wrist, he slid out from under the covers and headed to the kitchen. He made coffee and toast before padding back to the bedroom. Casting a quick spell, he tidied away Draco's clothes from the night before into the hamper and folded his on the chair so that Draco wouldn't have to see a mess.

He left the tray on the nightstand and crawled back into bed, kissing Draco and nuzzling against his neck. "Morning," he murmured into his sleep-warm skin.

Draco let out a disgruntled little groan, eyebrows furrowing, lips pouting a bit. "Too loud," he grumbled.

"I made some coffee and toast," Harry said, smiling in spite of himself because it honestly shouldn't be possible to look this adorable when you were this grouchy.

Draco cracked open an eye and reached out a hand, making a grabby little fist for the coffee cup. And Harry was gone on him, absolutely and irrevocably in love.

Pressing one more kiss to the irresistible little wrinkle between Draco's eyes, Harry moved to fetch his coffee cup. When he turned back around, he saw that Draco had slid up to a sitting position, slumping against the headboard.

"Thanks," he grunted, before taking a sip and sighing contentedly.

Harry grabbed the plate of toast with jam and set it between them before picking up his own coffee cup and leaning against the headboard next to Draco.

It was perfect, the quiet space between the two of them, just enjoying a simple morning together while Draco woke up.

"I don't usually let people sit with me while I'm waking up," Draco murmured. "I'm ghastly in the mornings, an absolute monster."

"Draco-"

"I won't be sweet with you in the mornings, Potter. I won't be kisses, and coffee, and kind words. I will take more than I give you in the mornings. I won't-"

"Draco," he repeated, turning his body so that he could see him fully, "I don't need that. I love you like this," he said honestly, "grumpy and quiet, a little prickly. I love you just like this."

Draco tilted his head at him, "You love me?"

He swallowed, "I-" he broke off not sure how to backpedal fast enough. "Yeah," he said with a helpless little shrug. "Yeah I do."

"You can't."

"I can," he replied. "Godric, Draco, I want everything with you and I know it's too soon. I know it's too fast," he added, "but I can't stop thinking about you and all of the things I want with you. I want to spend my days off with you, I want to hear stories about you from when you were small, I want to make you food and straighten up so you don't have to. I want to take photos with you in a million different places and have them document our adventures. I want to come home to you every night, I want to make your life easier by helping with stupid errands." He shrugged, combing his fingers through his curls, "I love you."

"Harry," he breathed, looking on the verge of tears for a split second before he tipped over the edge and the tears started falling, "I'm not awake yet," he complained, wiping his face.

And Harry felt like his heart had expanded past his body. He leaned in and wiped Draco's cheeks, kissing his forehead once before pulling back.

"I can't say it back-"

"That's okay," Harry assured quickly.

He took his hand, "Not because I don't," he said carefully, "I just," he bit his lip. "I can't."

"That's okay," Harry repeated, gently, firmly; heart soaring at the implication of his words.

"Move in?" Draco asked. "Come live with me?"

Harry grinned at him, "I'd love to," he said. "But let's wait until you're more awake and have thought things-"

"If I want you to live with me in the mornings, I'm always going to want to live with you."

He laughed, "Alright," he said easily. "But can we have a lazy day first?"

Draco set his cup of coffee on the table and squirmed back down under the covers, "I thought you'd never ask. Get in here," he said, rolling so his back was to Harry.

He set his cup down and moved the plate before settling in, pulling Draco back against him and letting the comforting weight of Draco's body lull him back to sleep.

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