#And it's so funny to imagine miko making those sounds

[watatsumiis]

HELP ME/??? GOROU AND MIKO BARKING AT EACHOTHER??? i wana draw that but isnt miko a fox

Foxes can bark/yap!!

[lets-try-some-writing]

I see your bots freaked out by sneezing and raise you:

[Because ihave some high ass pitched ones]

Bots learning about the hiccups

[@nova--spark ]

The hiccups. Yeah that's a thing.

I don't imagine the bots actually have hiccupping like we do. However they are likely familiar with the concept since system resets can make strange sounds. Not to mention things cramping up can result in vents hitching and fans stalling. For them, their resets can actually be somewhat dangerous.

Seeing the kids with the hiccups wouldn't be all that concerning, but I do think their attempts to help would be funny.

For them, vent cleaning can help with vent hitches. So I can see Bumblebee and Smokescreen trying to help a hiccupping Rafael by giving him a toothbrush since that's the closest thing humans have to cleaning cloths for their organic vents. They might also pass over some q-tips, thinking that Rafael might be able to use those to clean out his nose or something. A tissue will have never occurred to them.

Bulkhead and Wheeljack deal with vent hitches through activity since forcing their fans into overdrive can help reset ventilation systems. So when Miko gets the hiccups, their grand plan to help involves giving Miko an adrenaline rush. They would try to get her to run or start pelting her with balls of paper or nerf guns that they manage to use by using small tongs. All of this would be in an effort to get Miko to move and thus hopefully reset her organic breathing systems.

They are partially successful. Miko's hiccups do indeed go away, but they in turn get a very upset human Wrecker ready to get back at them the moment she has the opportunity.

Arcee is similarly unhelpful when Jack gets the hiccups. Her attempts to be helpful would add up to her poking him whenever he hiccups as if he had vents. Normally this method would be effective since it would startle the bot into running their fans normally, but on a human? It just bothered Jack and made the hiccups worse. His hiccups took far longer to go away than they otherwise should have and he has never walked around Arcee without a hint of caution since.

Optimus made valiant attempt to help whenever the kids had hiccups through slightly more logical means, but also with limited success. He knew that Cybertronian methods of offering aid wouldn't be too useful, but now he has developed a tendency to pass over cups of ice cold water to any humans afflicted. Its comical watching such a huge mech pass over a tiny cup of water, and it has startled the kids on more than one occasion when one giant servo is suddenly right next to them with a cup of water.

Ratchet is the only one who actually knows how to help in a reasonable manner and has gathered a collection of paper bags which he will hand out the moment he hears a hiccup in his workspace. The only reason he does this is because he finds the sound annoying.

Ultra Magnus refuses to do anything and will leave until the kids are done making the sound. It gets on his nerves.

[yanderecandystore]

How about some yandere!giant headcannons please?

(Yes I took the lazy route when drawing this, and if you see people you don't recognize it's because I decided to put my friends in it-)

(( I also had drawn Mikudayo and Miko because I just thought it was funny to make them considering the time I had mistaken them for each other-))

TW/tags: gender neutral reader // I'm gonna make the giant male because you didn't really say giantess? So I'm assuming it's male/gender neutral pronouns // being treated like a doll/pet // kidnapping // language barrier cause I'm yearning- // very generic giant story // delusional thinking // slight stockholm syndrome

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Don't even ask me, y'all read about eldritch creatures so a giant is literally no big deal- [Yandere!Giant x Reader - Headcanon]:

Oh dear, oh goodie, oh Lord-

Does anyone need a bit of context? Maybe a little storyline to start with? I could just go straight to the good stuff though??

Listen- I could pull out so many mother fucking posts under the category of Yandere Giants- Almost all Eldritch content in my blog involves the height difference of: vewy tol x vewy smol UwU

Anyway- Malos, the giant of our story. I'm going to go very generically since I didn't want to say something that could possibly not be of your taste boo-

Malos is your classic troublemaking giant, the type of which you would hear about in fairy tales created to scare the human folk all around your kingdom. All those stories talked about the world beyond the clouds, the giant's kingdom, living their lives in wealth, very far from the ground below where humans (their "favorite delicacy", allegedly) lived.

The one thing that all those stories shared in common was the violent behavior of the tyrants above, their arrogant and greedy nature mixed with the horrifying sightings of giants who would somehow find their way to get on land, specifically targeting a small town to torment. Many have said to have faced a big beast walking around in the woods, some would claim that they actually fought a giant or two, although there is no way to confirm such bold claims of being true.

Were you a common townsfolk who got themselves too far into the woods? An adventurer finding their way into a town surrounded by mystery? Or were you perhaps a noble who by terrible misfortune, had their carriage be stuck during a heavy storm in the dark of night?

It doesn't really matter which one you choose, considering that what happens next would be inevitable. You get lost at the dead of night, the townsfolk not even being able to comprehend how someone can simply disappear like this. You would wake up at a place you couldn't even begin to recognize, it was a very well decorated room yet none of it felt familiar to you.

Maybe it was because of how fancy and modern it was compared to what you were more accustomed with on land, or maybe it was the simple fact that everything in this room was awfully huge compared to you. It took you quite some time to realize that you were not only on top of a massive bed- But that you were trapped inside a bird cage.

Before you could question whether you were having a hallucination or not, your joyful captor made its way inside the bedroom. With such a blissful expression that makes a chill run down your spine- He was so big, it was obvious your captor would have been a giant considering your current location, yet it still shocked you for some reason.

Much to your dismay, your captor does not speak the same language as you, which made you scream at him to free you and put you back where he found you. You have noticed he wasn't understanding a single word coming out of your mouth the moment you started crying at the giant, begging for mercy in fear of what could be your destiny here.

Yet here you were, just- Being observed by such gentle eyes, concerned of your current state. He could talk and shush your cries all he wanted, but you couldn't understand a single thing he meant, the only certainty in this case being the fact you ain't getting out of here so soon.

Malos isn't evil, even if you can't understand what he says- You can tell he is very gentle with you, maybe because he sees how scared and panicky you are, or because he sees you as a pet- Who knows?

He did give you a lot of signs of seeing you as possibly just a "pocket companion", a pet and a doll, someone he could take care of and take wherever he wanted. You noticed how there was no one else who lived with him, maybe he was that lonely and desperate to find a friend that he took you- Without considering your actual feelings on the action.

You weren't too small compared to him, you were basically the height of his hand- A small doll to him, just for him. Whatever life you used to have could be kissed goodbye at this point, because even if you wish everything could go back to normal, that ain't happening, boo.

Malos loves dressing you up, giving you little trinkets to use, giving you small portions of his own food, hearing you make all those lovely sounds he doesn't understand one bit off yet it is still willing to try and comprehend it. He is a very skilled crafter, you know? He knows how to create small toys that will make wonderful gifts for you, at least in his own mind.

Whatever situation you were in that would have brought you to meet him, he would have thought the same thing regardless of what background you could choose for yourself- In Malos eyes, you were lost in the cold of the night, looking so lonely and in need of someone's attention, which he could relate to since he was also lonely and looking for company.

Malos is quite delusional, he has his moments where he has to face reality as a lonely toy maker who kidnapped a human to be his little companion. In these moments of lucidity, he will look at you as if he was lost, as if he was searching for an answer- A confirmation of his actions.

And looking at your cute small little self, confirms his beliefs. You were lost, he was also lost- Yet you found each other, and that's all that matters for him.

After being faced with so much love and attention, considering how weeks and months have passed since he got you here, it's not hard to imagine you feeling more comfortable in his presence.

His skin is so much warmer than yours, his rough hands hold you with such care- It's hard to not give yourself in to his gentle touches, to his incomprehensible whispers, he has such a smooth voice that is hard to not enjoy listening to it.

You didn't plan this to happen- But on each day that passes by, you start feeling like being taken care off is way better than having to fend for yourself down there with the other humans. His company has been so heartwarming, and it hurts you the times he has to go out and take long periods of time outside his house, probably selling his toys or even buying more food for you two.

It's so unfortunate to think that you, someone who was once a person, was now submitting to him and enjoying being treated like this- You would curse at yourself for being so weak, so desperate for his affection, to the point you enjoy being petted and loved as a doll.

With Malos, you could ignore the voices screaming at you to get yourself out of his house in the clouds, but whenever you were left alone locked inside a doll house he built, you would cry yourself to sleep until you could ignore your conscience telling you how much of a failure you are.

If Malos was somehow aware of this confusing thoughts inside you, he would try his best to calm you down, while also pulling you closer to the confirmation that he is here to help you, to take care of you and that there is no shame in you liking him as well. He already loves you so much, he just needs you to do the same for him.

However, Malos isn't always gentle with you- Not only is he easily excited, but he is also easily angered, very childishly. His outbursts are never on you, but rather on the things around you. You can feel the table under you shake whenever he has his temper tantrums, you can see him taking away some of your items as a form of punishment in case you have been acting up.

He would also give you an ice shoulder for some time if he felt as if you were in need of apologizing (even if he didn't understand your language, he could still see through your mannerisms if you were truly sorry or not). He wouldn't ignore you for long, considering how he is also very touch-starved, which leads into the next point:

Malos loves petting you, and touching you. You're soft and squishy and so charming to hold- How can he not love you to bits??!

He gets very confused sometimes, he isn't sure if he sees you as a small pet-like companion, or as a possible- Well, partner. His adoration towards you will start to twist into actual romantic interest, and I warn you to be careful darling-

The moment he sets his mind into something, it's nearly impossible to change it back.

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[novellenight]

Hii I have couple of questions for you so hope you don't mind! ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ♡

1) What gojohime moment made you think "lol hello a new ship"?

2) Is Gojo aware of how his behavior affects others?

3) How do you think Utahime's cursed technique works? It's related to singing but still, how do you think it works?

4) When they go out together (Shoko, Utahime, Mei Mei, Yuki, Gojo, Nanami, Kusakabe and Kiyotaka) what are they likely to do at karaoke night?

5) Gojo sees Utahime grumpy most of the time so when he saw her happy and enthusiastic ab baseball game what was his reaction?

6) There's audio drama where Gojo goes to maid cafe which is probably 18+ rated bc Yuji got embarrassed when he read the sign. Now imagine Utahime finding him leaving at the doors. Her reaction?

7) Do you think Utahime ever helped 'babysitting' Megumi and Tsumiki but the kids don't remember? This day gojohime parenting dynamic evolved. How are they functioning as a 'family'?

8) Geto, Shoko, Gojo and Utahime play party games. Of course Geto is the one who knows Gojo the most since they're best friends but how is Utahime doing when it comes to knowing him and vice versa? Bc if they notice things about each other that no one else does they'd probably get teased for it. 😂

9) Was Gojo ever jealous of Kusakabe and Utahime being friendly?

10) Your opinion- does Gojo sleep around or is he secretly a virgin? 🙈

11) If there's a reason for both of them getting angry at each other (yea even Gojo which is hard to imagine) what would it be?

12) Gojo thought beforehand "We never know what might be listening around Utahime, after all. I don't want to think about one of the students being the traitor. This is such a pain." and Utahime cares a lot ab her students, she sounded like such a mom in ep21 haha "For now, let's be glad our students are safe." 🥰 But yea, turns out Mechamaru was the traitor. She must have felt rly bad yk. So what do you think? Did Gojo comfort her in a way?

13) Your theory- how did Utahime get her scar?

14) Do Shoko and Utahime talk ab boys at sleepovers? 👀

15) Yk, it would be rly hypocritical if Gojo slept around while Utahime became let's say 'closer' to Kusakabe for instance and Gojo became jealous bc he doesn't have any right to meddle in other people's business. What would he do to prove that he's better? Would he give up on something? Would he be able to change for her?

1) When I saw a manga panel of them and an artist’s drawing of Gojo touching Uta’s scar. I still remember it vividly until today, and now look where I am. :) 

2.) According to Gege, no. But according to me, he knows but does not awknowledged it. Gojo afterall grew up for himself as the strongest, so it might be hard for him to empathize in some stuff like Yuji does. 3.) I imagine she can summon contracted shaman spirits when she preforms miko ceremonies with her singing. There’s a lot of theory in this, but I would like to think she’s good in sealing techniques. She uses performs ceremonies to trap curses and finish them off with her voice. It’s a mixture of Toge’s CT and shaman ceremonies for exorcism.  4.) The ones who drinks tries to get themselve drunk because of Gojo. Gojo would probably do that with a parfait in hand. Lucky paintbrush.  5.) He’s in love and tries to keep that goofy smile of his but fails. 6.) Utahime would probably pretend that she doesn’t know him. She’s mature, so maybe she’ll not judge him, its his life. But it doesn’t stop fanfictions of her getting slightly hurt and jealous, heheheh.  7.) Utahime is mom, Gojo is brat 1, and the kids are angels. As much as Gojo tries to become a ‘father’ he ends up as the real baby. Tsumiki is close to both of them and finds Gojo funny, while Megumi favors Utahime more. I love this family trope.  8.) Utahime would wing everything about Gojo being annoying. However, she’ll also be suprised from time to time with new information of Gojo. It shows that he’s also still human despite his ‘god-like facade’ and she appreciates that. He’s still a jerk tho.  9.) Why do you think Kusakabe was in the Tokyo School in the first place? It’s because Gojo refuses to let him come near Utahime. So Gojo is stuck with the swordsman and annoys him daily to keep an eye on him. XD 10.) According to some Gege said he’s a manwhore. But there are also diferrent ways how to interpret the translations. For me, he can be both either way. BUT I KNOW UTAHIME WILL BE HIS LAST AND INFINTY.  11.) Gojo not being able to protect Utahime. While Utahime believes she doesn’t need his help.  12.) Maybe he did. It’s normal in their line of work to be betrayed, and I think Utahime already steeled her heart and Gojo’s aware of it. She’s a sorcerer for a long time now, and  it means, she’s also crazy in some way. Her menatlity is just that strong. Cue the Train Scene of her being professional.  13.) When she was going to be promoted as a grade one sorcerer.  14.) Interesting... They’d talk about men but ends up complaining about Gojo (just Uta while Shoko half-listens and remembers Geto). 15.) Is this going to  be a fic? Lol, Gojo in some way is hyprocital. Everyone is. He can change if he wants to, starting by make amends and trying to act as just “Satoru Gojo”, not with all those strongest speech of his. Once Utahime would notice this (she does already) and the rest, you can say he’s changed for the better. BUT IMAGINE THE DRAMA IN A FIC ABOUT THIS. HAHAHAHAH  Thank you for asking, I loved answering this hehehe. I hope you got the answers you want to hear. <3

[lavendertwilight89]

Sake

THAT’S RIGHT!!!! TWO IN ONE DAY!!!! HOLY COW!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY @keichanz

And we alllllllll know our girl the smut queen of the kingdom so what did I do??

WROTE HER SHAMELESS SMUT

You have been warned!

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@dangerouspompadour @lemonlushff @willowandfog @cstormsinukagblog @littlestuffstohide @clearwillow @ruddcatha @hnnwnchstr @smmahamazing @wolverine1092 @inuyashaloverforever @xfangheartx @umacaking @bluejay785  @murdergiraffe @superpixie42 @shnuggletea @sistasecbhere @nopenname22 @mcornilliac @sapphirestarxx @fawn-eyed-girl @liz8080 @shinidamachu @keichanz @neutronstarchild @arcprz @eternalnight8806-3 @kaze-ranna Kagome awoke to a pounding headache. It literally felt like it weighed as much as Hiraikostu. Kagome had only tried to pick it up once until she realized it weighed like a thousand pounds. Ok, that was an exaggeration. But not by too much. 

It had been a little less than a month since she had returned to the feudal era to be with Inuyasha. Yesterday was her birthday (at least from what she calculated). She had been so excited that she demanded that everyone celebrate. Everyone in her context meant Sango, Miroku, Shippo, Kaede, Rin, Kirara, and of course, Inuyasha. Not the whole village.

But the headman insisted. She was training to become the new head priestess to take over for Kaede. Because she would become such an icon in the village, the headman proclaimed that this would also serve as a welcome back party as well as an introduction to her becoming a priestess in the village since originally she was ‘traveling’.

And did they celebrate. Kagome had never really partaken in drinking before. She had gone to highschool parties with her friends but it had never really piqued her interest to become so intoxicated she wouldn’t be able to remember what she had done or had her thoughts blurred and do something she’d regret the following morning.

Her friend Yuka had been on the wrong end of some alcohol; her boyfriend and her had gone all the way on accident. Something of which Yuka regretted because not only did she not remember her first time, but they had also gotten into such a huge fight about everything, they had broken up.

However every villager wanted to share the cup with her. They were so excited she had returned and wanted the blessings her presence offered. They were also thankful for a stubborn and gruff half-demon to be present for once. They claimed he had been so distant since her departure that her appearance was amazing. 

The called her return a sign from the Gods that their village would prosper; the fact not only a strong and loyal half-demon but also a powerful priestess, both of whom battled and slayed the evil Naraku, were staying and living in the village could only mean they would have good fortune and tidings.

The villagers also coaxed Inuyasha into drinking with them--something of which she had never really seen him do aside from when they visited the poison master when Sango needed her weapon fixed.

However, she learned then as well, he had a very high tolerance. She… did not.

She was about six cups in when she noticed him lingering near her, unwilling to separate from her. Not that she complained. Oh no. She did not at all. In fact, her body craved for the touch and closeness of him.

For three years all she had was wild fantasies about her untamed hanyou. And the night she returned… well… that had been the night. They spent the whole night learning every dip, curve, swell, blemish, and nook their bodies possessed. He kissed, laved, nipped, nibbled, and bit every surface of her. She, of course, returned the favor. But his marks remained for days, the thoughts still made her shiver from joy and heat. Heat in her belly that demanded he do it all day everyday. 

He also ended up marking her to her absolute happiness; something he had originally wanted to wait to do but after multiple couplings and when he finally took her on her hands and knees, he couldn’t stop himself. She assured him that was exactly what she had wanted though.

She felt something move beneath her that brought her out of her dazed and blissful thoughts of her mate. Wait--where was she?

Groaning she started to sit up, realizing immediately that was a very poor decision. Thankfully the body she was apparently laying on pulled her back down to lay on the hard chiseled chest she had fallen asleep on.

“Rest,” he moaned.

“Yash…?” She whispered hesitantly. What was he doing there?

“Nah, I’m my fucking brother. Duh, it’s me. You think I’d let anyone in your hut to see you like this?? To let anyone lay with you like this??”

“To be honest, I don’t remember too much from last night and your voice sounds nails on a chalkboard--”

“Nails on a what?!”

“Sorry, thing in my world Just shhhhh…” she whispered snuggling into his bare chest before she felt him tense.

“Kagome--”

“Please, just--lemme sleep like you just told me to??”

“Kagome--”

“Why are you acting so anxious? I was just making sure it was you.”

“Why though? Is there someone else that you’d wanna be this way with?’

“Don’t be ridiculous, of course not!” she yelled sitting up, immediately regretting the action. “Why are you being so insecure! I told you when I came back I wanted to be with you! You were the one who wanted to hide our relationship for the time being!! You were the one who didn't want to get caught in my hut at night!"

“Yea, well, that was more for your honor than mine.”

“Why?! Did I say something last night that indicated I didn’t want this??”

“Not in so many words…”

She finally took her bearings; they were in her hut, on her futon, she was still in her miko garbs--at least her haori. Her hakama were tossed by the door of her hut along with her panties. Inuyasha was sitting up leaning against the wall behind them gazing down at her worriedly. What did she do or say that got him so rattled up?

“What happened??”

“What do you remember exactly?”

“Drinking… I remember sharing a lot of sake with people for ‘good fortune’. They should have called it for ‘good death' instead. Ugh, can people die from being hungover?”

“Keh, Miroku and Sango drank a decent amount at their wedding but were fine the next morning. Must just be weak priestesses.”

“I’d take your words more seriously if you were wearing a shirt and weren’t holding me close to your God-like body.”

“Whatever.”

“Don’t pout it’s not becoming, Inuyasha.”

“Go on. What else do you recall?” He pressed on. He was certainly touchy that morning.

“Uhmmm… after the sixth villager I remember you were starting to stick close to me.”

“Yea, because you were getting friendly.”

“Friendly?”

“Yea, giggling and laughing at those stupid men in the village who were trying to hit on you and shit.”

“Ohhhh, well what they said must’ve made me laugh because of the alcohol and knowing they’d never get their shot with me.”

“And…?”

“Shesh, did I not blow you last night or something? You’re extra cranky.”

“And now you think I’d take advantage of a woman like that?!”

“Jeez what is your problem!?! I told you I love you, stupid. You. As in you, Inuyasha. Y-O-U! I have never thought about another man before or anything else. We have obviously been intimate since I got back and I had no thoughts on stopping anytime soon! Why are you being so jealous and upset right now?! I was marked as yours!”

“Because when I started growling you sat me into the fucking ground and told me to behave like a fucking ‘good boy’.”

Kagome couldn’t help but laugh. Hard. It shouldn’t have been that funny. Honestly, if she was Inuyasha, she would likely be upset too but she could honestly picture the whole scene of her being ditzy, staggering around, and then him being too possessive and her reacting like she used to in the old days.

His snarl and sudden movements beneath her jostled her. Ugh, her stomach hurt. Did she mention her head hurt? He made to grab his kosode when she stopped him. 

“Wait, wait, I’m sorry. I was just picturing it. I’m sorry. You know I don’t think of you like that, Inuyasha. I want to be your mate and wife. I’ve let you take me from behind, let you lick, nip, and bite all over my body. You know I don’t have an issue with you being half inuyoukai. Hell, I even rub your ears after we’ve had sex. Did they say something??”

“More or less,” he said, averting his eyes.

“Inuyasha. You know what other people say or think doesn’t matter. What matters is that I love you. Claws, dog ears, silver silky smooth hair, amber eyes that I could get lost in for days…” Oh Gods… she had stood and pulled his face to hers and true to her words; she was lost. Her core begged for him already. Demanded his attention. The mark on her back called to him.

Obviously they hadn’t had sex or anything last night; he was offended at the idea of taking her when she was that far gone. Again, something likely a villager man said. But she couldn’t imagine she actually flirted with any of them. She obviously made it home with him. Clearly tried to do something with him as well to which he stopped.

“Fuck. Kagome--I’m trying to be mad at you,” he groaned pressing his nose into her shoulder. “Stop smellin’ like that.”

“Can’t help it,” she breathed as her finger began to dance along the sides of his body until they reached the obi of his hakama and slightly tugged testing to see how mad he actually was...

When his hands didn’t stop hers, she released the tie and fell to her knees and engulfed his already hardened length into her mouth.

His claws stroked her scalp and threaded through her hair. Gods, his moans, his groans, his growls made her so wet. But this was about calming the inner beat within him. Or, was it about counseling the human heart that felt so many doubts? Who really knew. Either way, this was about proving her love to him. Ensuring he knew who she really wanted in her life, in her body--and currently in her mouth.

She used her tongue to coat his cock with her spit to make sure it was slick and ready to be taken fast and hard. She learned quickly she lacked a gag reflex. Thank every Kami out there because Inuyasha was far from average. In regards to everything. Bobbing her head, she ate his sounds like they were her fuel; technically they were since they were the things that made her grind her own thighs together for some relief as the flame in her own sex was growing larger and larger, demanding for someone to stroke it. But this wasn’t about finding her own pleasure. No. Not yet.

That morning it was all about him. She felt his cock twitch in her mouth and so she did what she knew how to do best since they started learning about their likes and dislikes; she took her hand and fondled his balls, her other wrapped around his body and scratched his back as she moaned around the cock that was deeply buried in her mouth.

“Fuck, Kagome--I’m gonna--” he whimpered needily and desperately. His little ears were pressed so hard to his head and his eyes were squeezed shut.

She hummed her response knowing that he loved the sensations. He loved that she would drink him up without hesitation. But why wouldn't she? She’d do anything for him. If that meant swallowing his cum, she would. It wasn’t bad either. She liked how he tasted. As dumb as it sounded, it tasted like sex. And it was hot. Especially when he would throw her down after and lavish her body in return.

He came after another bob of her head while her teeth lightly grazed him on the way back down. She remained there, using only her tongue and hand to continue to lave and rub him to keep his erection going. Part of him being far from average; he could go multiple rounds without rest.

“Good?” she finally asked as she withdrew her mouth, smirking up at him.

“Dirty trick, wench,” he growled as he hoisted her up by her shoulders.

“Mmmmm, that’s why Sango and Miroku weren’t hung over. Drinking your partner helps hangovers,” she teased, lying through her teeth. Or maybe it was true. She didn’t really know for sure. But it could be slightly true? 

“Is that right?” He caught the joke and wanted to play in return.

“Probably why I wanted you last night,” she waved her arm towards her pants.

“Keh… You definitely wanted it.”

“Why didn’t you--”

“We’ll talk after I take care of you,” he smirked, pinning her to the wall and dropping to his own knees. He hoisted up her leg over his shoulder and dug in. Literally.

She had heard other girls complain about when guys would go down on them. How it wasn’t… good? How they had no idea what they were doing. Their tongues never hit the correct spot, but that was so far from the truth for Inuyasha. In fact, he knew exactly where his tongue should be but the jerk loved teasing her. Making sure he swept every part of her folds. Licking up and down her core like he was taking a leisurely stroll down memory lane as her breath hitched, her legs trembled, her coil tightened in her belly.

While she got off on the vulnerability he showed her and only her, he got off from her pleading to him to continue, demanding he finish exactly what he started. Asshole. He loved to ravish her. Make her keen, cry, wail. He also loved that he made her swear. Something so unlike her--but the way he would bring her to the brink of finishing to only backtrack made her go mad with want.

The number of orgasms he’d given her definitely outweighed all of ones she gave to him. He never once left her hanging--usually he made sure she had released twice before even thinking of letting himself go. But, that also meant he wound her so tightly once she did come, she would continually go on and on and on and onnnnnnnn. 

He would purposely stimulate her to the point she would scream and wantonly cry out for him. He loved to hear his name on her tongue. Whatta jerk. A hot, God-like jerk.

His tongue circled and laved throughout her folds while his fingers poked and prodded her opening. Shit. She was already burning and he just started. Her head hit the wall of the hut as she desperately tried to control her treacherous hips that moved in time of his crafty tongue.

“Gods--”

“Ah ah--what is my name, Ka-Go-Me?” He reprimanded, nipping her bud. Fuck. 

“Inuyashaaaaa,” she cried out begging for him to end her misery of where she stayed in limbo of burning in a freaking inferno versus dipping into the cool pond for a bath.

She was sweating, aching, burning, damnit--she could feel her walls twitching, begging for him to actually enter her. She wanted that cock too. Oh, did she want it inside of her. 

For as large as it was--for as big and tall as he was in comparison to how short and small she was, he fit perfectly. They were made for each other.

That was something he proclaimed the first night she had returned: that he was born for her and she was born for him. The fact he felt that strongly towards her, even though she hadn’t had any doubts about returning, put her racing mind to rest.

During their first night, she had grown self-conscious slightly. She began to wonder if they were moving too fast, what if she was still just an image of what Kikyo once was--but those words put anything else she had thought in regards to her being a replacement to bed.

She was born for him. Not Kikyo. While he had loved Kikyo, there had been no trust between them; that was all that was between her and Inuyasha. Between the fights with Monumaru, Tsubaki, Naraku--they had each other.

“Pleaseeeeee,” she wailed, gripping his silver hair between her fingers, bringing his head to where she needed him most. His lips wrapped around her clit, sucking hard while his fingers teased her fluttering walls. 

“Only because you asked nicely,” the jerk smirked before finishing her off. The. Jerk. Smirked. God, she hated him sometimes. It just wasn’t fair. 

When his mouth wrapped around her nub, and his fingers danced their sinful dance right at the opening to her pussy, she screamed. Unabashedly. She slightly hoped the villagers heard her call out his name so that there would be no more of this nonsense of who she should marry. It was always Inuyasha. It would always be Inuyasha.

After he had sufficiently licked up her overflowing juices, he removed her leg from his shoulder and she sank down hard. Her legs were pure jello.

He held her close to his chest and she relished the purr (rumble, it was a rumble he told her) he admonished to her. 

“Gods,” she exhaled, nuzzling into his chest.

“You keep saying that,” he chuckled.

“Because it was that good.”

“Ready for another round?”

“God please, but this time--” she didn’t have time to finish as he ripped off her haori tossing it with her hakama-- wait why didn’t she have a bra on?!-and flipped her around to place her on her hands and knees which made her laugh with mirth. 

“Yessss,” she sighed as he entered her dripping wet sex hard and fast.

He wound his hand in her hair, not too tight though to hurt her, but more of leverage for him, but kept a hand on her hips and he thrusted repeatedly into her at his demonic inhuman speed. Oh, she was already on her way to orgasm number two of the day. 

“Yassssh,” she whimpered.

“Come for me, Kagome,” he ordered harshly through his own gritted teeth. She realized he was still wound up pretty tightly from whatever happened last night. Even taking her in this position was some type of instinctual response to needing to prove something to her--or to himself.

But who was she not to listen to what he said? Well that was a lie; they used to fight about that all time but in the privacy of her--their own hut, he was in charge most nights. And she didn’t give a shit.

She felt herself clamp down uncontrollably around him as she called out her pleasure to him.

“Kagome,” he said softly, letting her ride out her release on his still deeply inserted cock. He nuzzled her neck and kissed from behind her ear to her shoulder until he bit on the mark he gave her after their first time on the forest floor just above her shoulder blade.

He had said it would be well hidden if it was there--it also was the spot he said called to him the most. Something about inuyoukai traditions.

She didn’t argue. It just meant she was his. Permanently. Well, at least in front of their friends. The villagers were still another story.

He pulled her hair a little until she was perched on his lap, her ass slamming down on his sweat glistened thighs, her full breasts bouncing up and down with every downward motion she took to take him further inside of him, and every upward thrust he returned for her to swallow him fully.

“Inuyasha,” she bellowed as his hand slid from her hip to her clit and began to rub circles. Bastard. She was wound so tight she thought she might die. There’d never be any form of relief as he continued to slam into her and vice versa.

His other hand released her hair to grab her breast to flick, pinch, and twist at her nipples. Without that hand, she would have likely ended up face first into the ground. She felt like she was having an out of body experience. She was too excited, too aflamed, too stimulated. Damn him. 

“I’m close ‘Gome,” he finally gritted against her shoulder. She shuddered and keened as she rotated her hips seductively trying to coax him to let go. Show her his vulnerability. Release into her. Give her all of him without reservation or hesitation.

“Come on Inu--ahhhh-yasha,” she said brokenly, bringing one hand behind her to grasp his head to keep him by her mark, and the other to replace his hand that was teasing her nub.

He took the cue and replaced his hand on her hip as she took over stimulating herself, still holding him in place by some force or grace of God so that he could watch what he had turned her into.

Some sex-crazed woman. Correction, a woman who craved sex from him and only him. No man would ever be able to take his place. None. It could only ever be him. 

She finally felt him tense and groan out a long exaggerated growl as she wailed her next release as he howled his. It was like they both had levitated off the ground as his mouth took hold of her shoulder and bit down hard.

Stars. She literally saw stars. 

Coming down from their high, she turned her head to gaze upon his satisfied tired face. She smiled an exhausted smile to him and kissed him passionately. 

They exchanged caresses and heated but calming kisses until he finally lifted her from his lap fully.

“Calm now?”

“Yea… sorry. My inner demon has been going crazy since last night.”

“So, what happened after I sat you in front of the village men?”

“After they started joking around like jackasses, you dumped sake on them and yelled at them for insulting your mate.”

“Oh Gods… I’m so sorry.”

“Ah, nah, it gets better.”

“I’m sure that’s a lie.”

“Ohhhhhh… but it does. Then after you said it, you realized what you said and made it a point to try and disprove it for the rest of the night by talking to other men. Accepting their efforts and invitations to court you. I was literally losing my shit. But unfortunately, I see now, that it is actually not your fault. It’s mine.”

“Come again?” He was admitting he was wrong? Him? Inuyasha? Wrong???

She actually felt his forehead, “Are you sick??”

“Cut the shit, Kagome. It is. I made it so… impossible for you to even express that we were together. And then when you finally told everyone, the way they reacted…”

“Was it bad??”

“No. They actually seemed unsurprised. Almost happy until you started your shit trying to apologize to me and acting like it wasn’t true. It was unrequited or whatever. Then they only seemed to get a lot of jollies out of it not because you were actually back on the market, but because they could tease me.”

“Please tell me I didn’t do anything else that was that bad or stupid.”

“Nah; After the fourth guy to approach you I finally flung you over my back and brought you back home. One dude was brazen enough to try and come in here at night. He wasn’t expecting to find me.”

“Oh Gods…”

“Yea… remind me to kick Sasuke’s ass later. Jackass.”

“Did he… did he see anything?”

“Aside from you on top of me, begging to have sex? No,” he said nonchalantly. “But don’t worry, I’m gonna gouge his eyes out later. Or burn them. Whatever way I think will make him forget he saw you like that, I’ll likely do.”

“Inuyasha--as long as he didn’t see us actually do anything it’s fine.”

“Making out with you is fine??”

“Oh yea, that’s nothing,” she soothed.

“Kagome--”

“I know things are different here--but trust me when I say that’s not as bad as I thought it would be.”

“Guess you’re right, he coulda walked in while you were grinding your fucking lucious hips and ass against me.”

She blushed scarlet, “I did what?!?!”

“Oh yea, I nearly came in my pants. Especially when you did,” he smirked down at her.

“Oh Gods… is that why I wasn’t wearing pants or underwear??”

“Yea--you were all upset they were wet; you were uncomfortable and didn’t give a fuck since it was just me. I believe you said and I quote, ‘Nothing you haven’t seen or touched before’.”

“Ughhhhh. I’m so sorry, Inuyasha. I didn’t mean--”

“Hey. It’s fine. As long as we are--clear from now on about where we are.”

“Uhm… so where are we then? Just so I know.”

“Considering you went and blabbed to the whole village and I’m sure Sasuke told everyone who didn’t believe it--pretty sure our cover is blown.”

“O-oh,” she said disparagingly.

“What? Is that… not what you wanted?” he asked with hurt laced in his voice. His eyes dropped and his eyes filled with sadness.

“Inuyasha--I told you from the beginning it’s you. It’s always been you. I want you as a mate--as a husband. You wanted to hold off but I made you mate with me--”

“You made me, huh?”

“Moving alongggggg,” she flushed at the reminder that they were both pretty equally hungry for their bodies a couple weeks ago. “I told you I was ready to take the next steps when you were ready to.”

“So… if I were to take a stroll to the headman’s today and tell him I want to be wed to you--you’d honestly be okay with that? Married to a half-breed?”

“Of course. You’re my half-demon. You’re my Inuyasha. No sake needed.”

He smiled down at her and dipped his head to kiss her again. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close. While the sake clearly messed up their plans, she was thankful she had partaken in the forbidden nectar. Because without it, Inuyasha wouldn’t have been able to glimpse the acceptance the villagers had for their would-be union. 

Later that afternoon after breakfast, they walked to headman’s together and asked to be wed with his permission. He happily gave them their blessing with one word, “Finally.”

[imababblekat]

Imagine The Tfp Bot’s Realizing The Bases AI Is Sentient

imagine mentioned

Characters For Ask:

Tfp Optimus/Tfp Bulkhead/Tfp Ratchet

~

Optimus:

the only time Optimus ever spent with the bases AI were the times where he was decoding something, and they were either his audience or there to help, or the few times he managed to get Ratchet to actually take a break

whichever it was, while not necessarily a lot, it was enough for the Prime to feel some sort of friendship like bond with the computerized projection

he knew it was silly, it was sort of like how the kids had a friendship with those roomba robots, but he indulged the feelings anyways, because the world he lived in was harsh and even he needed to have a little fun every once and while

so Optimus would chat with them, nothing ever to serious, just light things like telling them about how he was proud of Raf for completing his gym's physical course, or how he thought the friendship between Arcee and Jack was such a great thing for the later, and had even let a few chuckles slip when talking about something particularly funny that Miko had done with Bulkhead

any time that he's talking with the AI, they've always just listened, given a couple nods, and a few times agree to his opinion on something in a monotone voice; a behavior that reminded Optimus that his friend was simply computer codes, perhaps intricate, but still codes nonetheless

after sometime it did start to make him feel a bit lonely, but he continued about anyways, till one day the AI had caught him humming, and with a curiosity that had gone over his helm, asked Optimus was he was doing

he explains it to them, humming, and they then ask what it is that he'd been humming, to which the Prime replies that it's a song he'd heard the children sing  during one of their sleepovers

the AI nods and ask if he'd like them to play it, but Optimus waves his servo with a no thank you, explaining that he wishes not to wake up his sleeping team

a few weeks go by, and the AI's odd behavior that night has eventually taken notice in Optimus processor

he's starts to wonder why he hadn't noticed right then, but is more concerned with why they'd ask something like they've asked before, but never out of curiosity, something that they should not be able to interpret

Optimus simmering questions are answered that night when he goes to hop on the monitors while his team rest, only to hear the faint sound of someone humming, and peeking around the corner ready to fight, his optics land the bright glow of the computer screens where the AI goes from humming to signing the song he'd told them about weeks prior

Bulkhead:

Bulkhead doesn't spend too much time at the bases computers, not only because that stuff isn't part of his field, but also because he's been banned after the spray paint party he had with Miko a few months back

still, the big bot does find himself chatting with the bases AI, if only because Miko does it quite more often then he does

it's entertaining to watch the young girl go on and on with the AI while they stare at her blankly, and occasionally nodding to let her know they've heard what she's said

he eventually jumps in on their one sided conversations, talking with the AI and telling them jokes(which has become a favorite of the two), only to try and hold back fits of laughter when they give back a literal answer

sometimes Bulkhead does feel bad for teasing them, it's not their fault they don't understand things such as humor, but Miko always reassures him by reminding that they are an AI

it doesn't do much to make him feel better, but he moves on and still talks and cracks jokes along side Miko

sometimes when it's just Bulkhead in the room, he gets this strange feeling that he's being watched, but every time he turns around there's no one there, the main part of the base is empty and the monitors are off

he eventually starts to get that feeling too when the place is buzzing with people; however, every time he looks around everyone's busy doing their own thing

it starts to have an effect on him, and before long Ratchet picks up that somethings going on and as the teams doctor, he has to ask in case the the Wrecker is trying to hide an injury, or if he's up to something with Miko

he explains to the ol medic that none of that is the case, and he hesitantly comes clean about feeling like he's being watched lately, and to his very own shock, Ratchet admits he's not the only one, apparently everyone’s been feeling like that

Team Prime goes into full alert, searching around and trying to see if someones hiding in the base, or if somehow the Con's snuck in secret surveillance on them

this goes on for quite sometime, and while still on edge, the team of bots back off slightly after coming up with nothing

then one evening, while the kids are visiting and everyone's taking a break as much as they can, Optimus comes into the room with that look, and everyone thinks that he’s found the source of their discomfort, only for the leader to look in the direction of Bulkhead and Miko, stating that the bases AI just told him joke

Ratchet:

Ratchet's not all too friendly with the AI; actually he pretty much treats them how he would anyone, with a snippy, curt, no bs today attitude

the only difference is that they're not effected by his words, and while he's pretty sure it's because of their programming in which they can not feel things the same way others can, he doesn't really care

the ol doc won't admit it, but while he seems very gruff on the outside, he actually does like to have them around

it was a bit irritating to have someone watching you and wait to be of assistance at first, but it didn't take long for him to actually enjoy their presence

they're quiet for one, and two they follow order's to a T, something that he greatly appreciates

soon Ratchet starts to rant off to them about his day without even knowing it; they don't ever say anything in return, just nod, and he knows they won't go spilling any of what he has to say to others, all of which is a huge relief for him; sometimes he just wants to let out steam and be heard, not let out steam and be given advice

ranting soon turns to nice little chats; he gets more comfortable around the AI, and tells them about things like how Raf made him a macaroni necklace, and while he's completely honest on how it's super flimsy and what not, it's a very touching gesture

before long Ratchet's become completely comfortable and close with the AI, so much so that he opens up to them, tells them things that are bothering him and things that he feels horrible about, such as how he'd gone off on Miko for something dumb she had done, but he admits she's just a child and honestly he feels absolutely horrible for going off on her in such a way that was completely unnecessary

the red and white mech doesn't ever realize the close bond he's made with the AI till Agent Fowler states they need to do an update on their systems after finding something buggy in the data

during that time they're gone, Ratchet reflects on all the stuff he's talked with them about, from ranting to practically spilling his guts to them, and it makes him feel so foolish, because the work being done to them reminds him of what they are, and in turn have no way to connect or understand or take to meaning the countless hours he spent talking to them like a very close friend

a week later and the AI is being put back into the bases systems, and Agent Fowler request Ratchet to keep a close eye on them since he's the primary one at the computers, because while test and things were being done, the engineers who built them couldn't find the problem that they were originally getting warnings about

Ratchet only nods and is ready to go back to work when they faze onto the screen, and he grunts them a hello

his optics go wide when instead of being given a simple nod and montone question of how they can be of assistance today, he instead witnesses a friendly smile and is asked if everything was fixed with Miko

~xXx~

[chierafied]

Hello, here is my prompt: Sesshoumaru and Kagome sharing a childhood memory. The challenge: the memories must be connected with the same item (f.e. an actual item, flower, scent,...), and it (this item) should evoce a pleasant memory for Sesshoumaru and a bad one for Kagome!!! Have fun! - VS

Thanks for the prompt, dear! Hope you like it! ♥

Rainbows

Summers were Kagome’s least favourite season.

The warmth and the sunshine she loved well enough, but the rain… The rainy season was relentless and drove her to seek shelter in her hut.

And spending the majority of her days cooped up inside on weeks on end didn’t really endear to the season, any better than getting constantly soaked outside did.

That particular day was much like any other. Steady rain drummed the roof of Kagome’s hut, while she mended some of her clothes – another mindless task to see her through another boring rainy day.

Or so she thought until the sudden presence of youki announced her visitor mere seconds before he strode into her hut, dripping all over her floor.

“Sesshoumaru!”

Kagome set aside her mending and hurried onto her feet and to Sesshoumaru. She grabbed his hand and dragged him to the centre of the hut so she could promptly sit him down in front of the hearth.  

“You’re soaking wet,” she admonished him, while stirring the coals.

Then she wandered off to get a few fresh bits of firewood and a tea pot, which she filled with water and hung from the pothook above the hearth.

“Whatever possessed you to go out in this weather?”

Sesshoumaru shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t seem to mind being soaked to the bone.

“I had to get out,” was all he offered in reply.

But Kagome understood and flashed him a quick smile.

“I’m glad you did come, I was getting stir-crazy myself – though not enough to brave that rain. Is it ever going to end?”

Sesshoumaru wasn’t well versed in exasperated rhetorical questions, as he readily offered her and answer: “Of course it will. All things end.”

Kagome bit her lip to swallow her laugh.

“I suppose so.”

“Where is Inuyasha? And Rin and the old miko?”

“They all left yesterday. There was a youkai attack at one of the villages nearby. A lot of wounded villagers and destroyed buildings. They went to offer aid.”

He raised his eyebrow at her. “And you did not?”

“Someone had to stay here,” Kagome said. “Those youkai might come this way next.”

“Do you need me to stay?”

“Oh, no. We’ll manage. But thank you, it’s kind of you to offer.”

Indeed, just 18 months ago Kagome could have never imagined that Sesshoumaru would make such an offer.

He had treated her with his typical cool indifference when she’d first come back through the well.

It was only after she and Inuyasha had admitted their relationship wasn’t working and had parted ways when Sesshoumaru had started to warm up to her.

Though sometimes it still caught her off guard.

They drank their tea and chatted, and compared to the tedious minutes Kagome had spent mending her clothes, the time seemed to fly as she and Sesshoumaru caught up.

Funny, how much his company had brightened her day.

And then, she noticed something.

The steady rush of rain was gone; now the only sounds from outside was the joyful chirping of songbirds.

“Hear that,” Kagome said with a smile. “The rain did stop.”

“Indeed,” Sesshoumaru said.

He got up and offered Kagome a hand.

She let him help her up and followed him outside.

She took a deep breath, relishing the clean air.

“I love how fresh everything looks and smells after rain,” she commented, walking beside Sesshoumaru towards the stone steps leading up to Inuyasha’s forest and the Bone Eater’s well.

It had become their habit, to often walk or spend time there.

Reaching the top of the stairs, Kagome turned to look down at the village. She glanced up at the sky, where the dark clouds were giving way to streaks of blue and gritted her teeth.

“What is it?” Sesshoumaru asked, sensing the sudden turn of Kagome’s mood.

“There’s a rainbow,” she said, hugging herself and nodding up towards the sky.

“And this upsets you?”

She didn’t have to turn around to know he was regarding her, eyebrows raised.

“Yes.” Kagome turned her back at the village and the rainbow arching across the sky. “I can’t stand the sight of them.”

“How peculiar.” Sesshoumaru looked up. “I always thought they had their charm.”

“You like rainbows?” she asked, incredulous.

“You do not?” he countered, deadpan.

“It’s just I wouldn’t have expected that,” Kagome said, shaking her head.

“I could say the same,” Sesshoumaru returned.

“I have my reasons,” Kagome said.

“And I have mine.” Sesshoumaru paused, but continued a brief moment later. “I saw one as a pup. My father had taken me out hunting with him for the first time.”

“How did it go?”

“My father felled two deer and I had caught a rabbit, my first kill. I was proud and my father had praised me, which he never did lightly. Then, on our way back home, we saw a rainbow. That moment has stuck with me for some reason and that is why I am not averse to rainbows.”

“That is sweet. No wonder you like them then.”

“And you?” Sesshoumaru asked. “What is your reason for disliking them?”

Kagome did not reply right away. She stared at the wet grass by her feet, ran her fingers through her hair.

“I was seven,” she replied at last, “when I snuck out to the yard one afternoon. I couldn’t stay inside the house any longer, just couldn’t, so I slipped out. I sat underneath the Goshinboku, my arms around my knees… And right then, I saw the biggest and brightest rainbow ever. I started to cry, because it seemed so unfair to see something so beautiful on such a bleak day.” Kagome fell silent.

After a moment, she drew in a trembling breath. “It was the day we buried my father.”

The warm weight of Sesshoumaru’s hand was comforting as it settled onto her shoulder, and Kagome leaned into the touch.

“Like you, I’m reminded of the memory every time I see one, which is why they upset me.”

“That is a good reason,” Sesshoumaru said, his voice grave. “I am sorry you lost your father so young.”

“Thank you. I’m sorry about your father too.”

In companionable silence, they walked a little further, until at last they took a seat underneath the Goshinboku, on the moist grass dappled by sunlight.

Comforted by his presence and his silence, Kagome let her head fall to rest against Sesshoumaru’s shoulder and felt content.

[demes-tumbled-sims]

Avyan Immortal Dynasty, Chapter 3: For Its Own Sake

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So, I head home for a while. Knock out a few drinks. Wonder when Zest’ll get a clue -- about the 

baby, I mean. It’ll probably be a few days. But I get a phone call. Now, the big mansion, with the maze is not where I would have a dance party.

But whoever Miko knows, they disagree.

It’s late, but it’s my day off tomorrow; I can manage, and sleep in in the morning. Or something. The night is old, but I’ll only be young… I mean, I’m aiming for twice, in the long run, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves; there’s going to be a lot of in-between I don’t want to regret.

“Besides, it’s useful.”

“Uh duh!” She says, giggling at me. “That’s why I invited you. I figured ‘she doesn’t know who’s who,’ but I’m an expert! So… I’d help. But, you know…”

Some of what she’s saying doesn’t exactly hit home. Because something about it does. It does so much I feel it in my whole body. Her tone is kind and sort of, well, teasing.

But there’s such a certainty to that. I mean, she’s right. It’s true. It’s just -- just that that’s the sort of certainty I have, in my head.

And she’s… really enthusiastic. About helping me out. She was thinking about me.

That’s something you don’t see every day. Is all.

I’m still absorbing that, while she keeps talking.

“It’s no good to think of having fun or meeting people in terms of being useful! They can just be people, for a while. I mean, you’re going to live forever -- you should try to appreciate people for themselves, because they’ll change all the time. Aren’t there people you just like for themselves?”

“It’s not like they’re separate,” I say, laughing. “Or that’s all I think about. Right now, I’m pretty deep in a fight. It’s hard to take my eyes off the prize.”

She pauses mid-swing of her hips, as if the music had frozen. She looks at me for a long time, picking back up the beat; compared to me, she has a pretty strong musical sense.

“You didn’t answer~” Like she’s got something on me.

Shoot. Shoot. Maybe she does. Maybe she does.

Let’s review:

She digs me; let’s not beat around the bush about it. I can’t blame her or anything…

But she gets that that’s a bad move for her, right?

I like her laugh for its own sake; I like her colorful taste for its own sake; I like the way she teases me for its own sake. But that’s not enough. She dreams of love and freedom and wild oats; there are a lot of things she wants that I can’t give. And I’m not…

Oh, plumbob.

“Okay, okay. Here’s my answer.”

I’ll fight for someone who has my back like this.

She kisses me back, her hand draping up across my shoulder. The music’s gone; the laser-light is blinding. She’s got strawberry-kiwi lipgloss. Perfect.

“Look,” I say, the moment we part. “Look. I get that this sort of permanence might not be your bag, but -- I -- I really do like you and we’d make a good team, so…” It’s too late. I shake my head. This wasn’t a bad idea, or anything, but I should have made a plan so I could make a better case.

“You don’t have to be so defensive, you know. I can see a lot of appeal -- and wouldn’t it be a problem for you?”

“Don’t just turn me down like that. It wouldn’t be. Look, I… I can’t make a case this late at night. Think about it, OK?”

She giggles, and snakes her arms around me.

“I will. I promise, promise, cross my heart and stick a needle in my eye, I won’t make a choice I regret.”

So I don’t exactly remember how I get home? There weren’t even any drinks, I was just dead on my feet, which is unfair.

When I wake up, I start planning my case. But when Miko asks me out to a lunch at a seafood place…

We just talk for a while. Just relax. I order the wine for both of us; I listen to her explain the connection between modern “ready-made” art and a show about rocks that sounds cute, especially put in her excited, bouncy tones.

The lunch is over by the time I make my move. Well, my non eyelash-batting move. Decidedly not the ol’ reach-around.. I don’t get jitters, but I might have had them, a little, waiting for her to come out from the bathroom.

“OK, here’s my pitch. Yeah, things are a little sparse right now; but we’re going up in the world, and you can count on me to earn our keep. If we time it right, I can watch the kid; I’ve got people to watch the kid. You can trust me not to sleep around.”

“What poetry… But what about you as a person?” She’s teasing me. “Doesn’t it matter if I like you?”

“Well, I would hope you would; I mean… I am pretty awesome. But... do you?”

She fidgets for a second with her hat, her face a blur of pink hair and pink blush.

“I like that sleekness you have! It’s cool!... But sometimes you just sort of expose some other part of you.  It’s like a window to a star. It’s kinda sweet and... kinda lonely. And I...I really love that person. I want to let that star in.” She finds her courage. “I love you!”

Love?! Really?...Heh. She's really surprised me.

“But I understand why playing the field is important to you; I can’t just sell you to come and live with me forever on the back of that!”

“Sure you can! You could swoop me up in your arms and say ‘Darling, come away with me! We can woohoo in the shade of blossoming trees and I will preen for you like a peacock on display!  Let me dazzle you in my dreams! I will remember your name when men are but fairytales in books written by rabbits!’ And I would say...”

“You would say?” I lean forward, until the space between us is very close.

“Well, wouldn’t you have to ask me the right way? I want to hear what Kestral feels; not what you’ve rehearsed.”

“Right. Right! It’s not ‘come away with me,’ we can save the blossom trees, but...”

“When you’re going on about something, it’s like a jewel.I can do anything if you’ve got my back. When I touch your hand, I want to grab it and make you forget about ever wanting anyone else… But more than that...”

“I need someone in my life -- and there’s no one I want it to be but you. Will you marry me?”

It wasn’t the sort of place you could imagine for a proposal, the kitchen of a busy seafood place. It was kind of perfect. She really surprised me.

“Sure! Let’s do it!”

She slips the ring on and beams, and then throws herself, to the surprise of the kitchen staff, into my arms.

“Okay! Now, we away to the casbah!” I spin her around, and out the door we go.

When she moved in after that (we’re not married yet), she brought one of her roomates with her, Akira. The teen girl? Optional. Fantastic. Akira himself? Not bad.

I ask her what she’ll plan next, since this will mess with her old dreams:

“Since I can’t express my wild side with romance, I’ll do it with art. For now, anyway…. It probably suits me about as well!”

I kind of wonder what made her think of serial romantic in the first place. I get its appeal, but not why just yet.

We remake our room to something full of her personal flair. I don’t know if we’ll have the look forever, but I want it to feel like her home.

And I throw the first of, let’s be honest, probably many dinner parties. Knock that out; I need to get Silver minimum, but I can hit gold without breaking my stride, going for an early dinner.

It’s really fun, having a bunch of people over, the dance music playing over my bar... watching Zest flirt.

“Those highlights are tickle-me-pink, right?” “Hot pink, my man,” Candy says slyly. “Are you sure? I’m positively tickled by them. And your hair certainly says ‘tickle me’ to me.” Well, I think that’s flirting. Who can say? It’s a vision of an alien world. “Try and keep up, Johnny,” is Candy’s answer as she dances forward.

And more than flirt. Zest is a total dog, and if he were not, I think I would have to make him.

“I just moved in, and I’ll tell you -- this is a funny little place. The rooms are so tiny, they’re mostly beds,” Akira was explaining to Ulrike outside, the music drifting over him.

“If it’s a good bed, that’s at least nice, right? Maybe you can make it more your thing.”

“Yeah, maybe. I hope so.”

And me? I’m talking to my girl a while.

“Oooh, ooh. You did get a dress like mine!” “I did. Cooler colors, though -- even if the pattern’s not as cute.” “It looks nice, though. I couldn’t picture you in a dress before.” I forget if that coffee counted as a drink for the nonsensical and almighty party council, judge of social occasions. Well, the party council of public opinion, anyway. 

“Babe? Today’s been… Really special. Magical, even.” I caress her soft cheek. “It’s been a whirlwind, alright! You’re nonstop, aren’t you?” “Absolutely."

This isn’t *that* Woohoo, I mean, I’m not really where I’d like with my career… But there are some things that just won’t wait.

But this isn’t all smooching pretty girls; with the party gilt and the night won, I learn of just one other victory:

Gino’s caught us our first Angelfish. We’re getting on our way.

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hands, names, chocolate bars, homes and why they all mean so much:

You’re thirteen when you first decide something is odd.

“Mikoto, I bet you can’t climb up this slide as fast as I can.” The moment the sentence finishes, your hands and feet are scrambling up the slide. Half way up, your palm misses where it should grasp and you slide right back on down. You forget to prepare for the fall and you tumble into the sand, and hear his laughter getting closer. 

“I told you, you can’t climb up the slide as fast as I can.” He holds out a hand to you, and you take it. There’s a scratch on your knee, and somewhere else that you think mom will scream about once you get home. You get back on your feet and you’re not thinking twice about anything.

“Hey, let go.” You look at him in confusion until you follow his eyes, towards the hand you hold in your own. “Let, go!” Your fingers are intertwined with his until he’s prying them off from yours, shaking his hand away. 

“Boys aren’t supposed to hold hands like that.” 

It’s the last thing he says before he gives you a strange look, wiping his palm on his dirtied shirt. He doesn’t give you a second look and he leaves you and the playground alone. 

It’s the first time you think twice about your hands, and what they mean holding another boy’s.

You’re nineteen and your universe is confined to a campus. Words mean it all and labels mean even more: everyone wants to stand out while fitting in somewhere, wants to be standing up top while also just wanting to be lead somewhere less confusing. 

You’re at your first college party when you find yourself stuck on the attic alone with another girl you don’t even know the name of. She’s breathtaking and she seems too picture perfect to be here -- not to mention, she’s way out of your league. When she leans against the balcony, and the light hits her just right, you remember her from somewhere.

“When we go back down to the party, can you please tell a few people that we disappeared to make out up here?” She’s holding a drink and alcohol has never meant much but suddenly you understand why certain conversations are better conducted with them, including this one.

“I know you probably don’t understand, but I don’t want to kiss you -- and it’s nothing you’ve done -- but I want the rest of my friends to think I do so they’ll stop asking me questions that I don’t know how to answer.” You don’t know her name, but somehow you know what the rest of the world calls her. “I know you probably don’t understand, but please understand that’d it would mean the world to me.” She smiles at you, and you remember seeing the same smile at a corner cafe last weekend. In the memory, she kisses a girl next to her in between commotion, and holds her hands underneath the coffee table. When she catches you looking, she smiles to ask you to say nothing.

Here you wish to tell her a hundred things, and amongst them all, you want to tell her that labels and names don’t seem to mean much. But instead, you say nothing. 

And here, you imagine a world where she can speak without the world against her.

You’re twenty-two and this should be easier. 

Knowing you should be like knowing the back of your hand, but you’re still not too sure where you end and where the other you begins.

You’re sitting half way between work and home on a bench, arms against your knees, head bowed down. Maybe you’ve always been scared of heading home, but you’re trembling especially today, when you’ll come home and let it know who you are.

“Mister. You seem like you need a piece of chocolate.” You pick yourself up and there’s a boy sitting besides you. He looks maybe somewhere about five and six, where your mind is still yet to be confined by the rest of what surrounds it. He’s handing you a piece of chocolate, and you’re sure this is a funny situation, how you’re not supposed to take candy from a stranger, even if he’s six -- and how the whole situation seems to be flip-flopped from the beginning.

“Mama says it’s good to have some chocolate when you’re not having such a good day, mister.” You press your back up against the bench, sitting up straighter as you take the chocolate. He watches you until it disappears into your mouth, even watching your throat move until he’s sure it’s gone. “Now, mister. Tell me why you look so gloom gloom, sad sad.” He puts his hands on his waist, brows furrowed and determined.

The situation is still funny, and you catch yourself about to tumble out at a six year old. “You really want to know?”

He nods, still determined. 

This time you scrunch up your brows, unsure of how to explain it. “Well.” You let out a sigh, a smile making home of the sound that leaves after. “I’m a little gloom gloom because I’m about to go home and tell my mama my name is something she may not like.”

He shoves his head up against yours, more confused then ever. “But why would okaasan not like your name?”

“Because names mean a lot, and the name I want to go by maybe isn’t necessarily the one she thought to give me.”

You leave your shoes at the door. “I’m home, ma.” Somehow those words seem to mean more than yesterday. You enter through the hallway, and she’s where she usually is, by the kitchen table, with porridge in front of her, and the age of the past two hours settling into her fine lines. She welcomes you home perfectly like she’s practiced it, because her whole life is waiting for you to come home, and suddenly you feel terrible for never having done so. 

You savor what’s left of the chocolate on your tongue as you finally come home for the first time.

It’s difficult to explain yourself to someone -- or, more correctly, let them know that they’ve never known you this whole time. When you admit it across the kitchen table, both the rice and black tea no longer carries their wisps of steam. 

She no longer looks at you.

You’ve played this scene out so many times in your head. Sometimes she opens her arms and other times she closes them. In all scenarios, she tells him this or that. As his fingers brush along the lines of the table, he sits waiting for her to say something. Instead, you hear the chair being pushed back, and watch her disappear off upstairs. 

She says nothing.

For the first time in your life you think you want to be loved more than you wish to love. 

The rest of the week, you come home, and you really do come home. Each time there’s no tea, no porridge, and no signs of her in the house. 

You’ve come home but the house wasn’t ready to be yours yet. You come home but she isn’t there, and it’s meaningless to call it home.

On Sunday, you pass the kitchen mindlessly. She calls for you, and you retract your steps. When you hang your jacket on the back of the chair, you’re looking at the table, and how you’ve never seen it so filled with so many dishes and plates. You sit down.

“I am not ready to understand you, Miko, and maybe I will not ever be ready.” She lifts her head to look at you. “But if you will be patient with me as you always have been... I’ll make the effort.” She speaks, and she says so much. 

“Welcome home, Miko.”

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Ficwriters Week Day 1 - Words of Validation

Writers: Favorite comments

A day late, but oh well...  I’ll be honest. This was so damned hard for me because I’m always so unbelievably tickled when I get feedback. I’m still kind of amazed I’ve even written and shared these things I’ve written, so for people to both read and then take time to comment—and like it!—I’m sort of dumbfounded. So thank you to ALL of you who’ve been so supportive and kind.

Anyway, here are some reviews from my stories that made me smile, in no particular order:

(below the cut, apologies to mobile users if it doesn’t work...)

“Haha! As a professional editor I found this one shot very funny. I too have the headcanon that Vegeta is meticulous about many things - including grammar - where Bulma is famously messy.”

“So cute! Absolutely loved it! Everyone is perfectly in character and that is totally something Chizuru would do.”

“Cute! I loved the fluff, and Hijikata's sassy attitude for Valentine's Day! Really fun and adorable!”

“OMG! "The Great Desk Defilement" is too great. Poor Laxus, I'm surprised he didn't electrocute the both of them. The idea of Gajeel getting those books for Levy makes my heart so happy. I am thoroughly enjoying your take on these prompts so far!”

“The book titles made me laugh - real and imagined - hilarious! I loved the idea of Lily intervening on both Levy and Gajeel's best interests - the important tidbit of information from the book on mating dragon slayer behaviour bookmarked for ease of use. That's support! And how cute ~ Levy gifting Gajeel with a solid script 'iron'. Good job!”

“Oh my gosh this is wonderful! I'm truly impressed with how much fun this is while keeping everyone completely in character. Honestly, this is awesome! Funny, well-written, sweet - the ending feels **good**. I'm so glad you decided to write and share this. :)”

“Fortunately for Natsu, the members of Fairy Tail are all mature individuals who will stop bringing this up after a few days. Yeah, right. As you said, he's a dead man walking. I loved it.”

“ROFL! This was completely awesome!!!!! Poor...hmm... I'm not sure who I feel the most sorry for! Juicy Lucy is definitely worth nuts in a vise. But... Natsu is just too adorable! And Ice Stripper...lol! That really cracked me up.”

“Just devoured those last two chapters!! Ahh thank you soo much for sharing this with da world! I am soo grateful! I hope you keep writing!!”

“Thanks so very much for this tale. You cheered up an otherwise rubbish week. Hope you have a fab weekend!”

“I've lost track of how many times I've reread this story now, I can't get enough of it! I'm really glad I have too. There's actually quite a few nice little bits you spread throughout. Things that start out simple but have more value later (like Natsumi and Kuro getting married). Really love the pacing, as tortuous as it feels waiting for more it just feel really good. Now more on the specific chapter: Their date was so cute too I was smiling the whole time! (And although it may be a normal kitten I'm still holding out hope that somehow her friends will magically find her and remember ok! Somewhat unrelated but still.) Love Rikuo's reaction too. The hints that he's been kinda out of sorts, but after their date he's back to old tricks again. Nice touch, suggests that their relationship will kinda bring out the best in each other (hopefully?). Anyways, love the chapter/story as always! Can't wait for more!”

“I literally dropped everything as soon as I got a notification for this. Even my orange juice. Anyway, Nurarihyon...what the hell? Now I'm getting crazy images of Rikuo and Itaku in my head. Ew. Rikuo and Zen I've seen many times, but Itaku? Lol nope. I like how you display the titles of different talks on that youkai forum thingy. The fact that some of the spelling/grammar isn't even right makes it more realistic...Ever seen that video about people misspelling “pregnant”? Ryuuji needs some colonic irrigation. My treat for him. Sleeping with cats. Sounds heavenly~ I like how Kagome's unintentionally doing stalker-ish things. It's cute XD Thank you for another great chapter! I'm looking forward to the next one!”

“GAHHH Okay so honestly I think that the different 'titles' in the beginning are just too funny. I love the humor that you sprinkle through your chapters, it is so natural and not forced in the slightest. I also LOVE that you gave Kagome the pet name! I was a little worried that you weren't actually gonna do it! The banter is so freakin' adorable, I shouldn't love these two as much as I do. BUT I CAN'T HELP MYSELF WITH HOW YOU WRITE THEM. Like...these two really seem like they are going to go really well together. I have a good feeling about it all! I can't help but wonder if there is anybody in Rikuo's clan who wouldn't approve of his 'courting' a Miko. HMMMm I know that despite her prior experience with Inuyasha, her grandpa would give her a hard time lolol AS ALWAYS amazing work with this, I seriously can't tell you how happy I am that you've continued to stick with this story!”

I better stop before this gets out of hand…I told you…ALL the reviews I get make my heart nearly explode with happiness. It’s highly possible one of you may kill me some day…still, what a way to go…

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teena RED book Girls’ Band Edition: exist†trace Interview

Let's hold our heads high, because "rocker girls will rule the world!" 

Original text: teena RED book

● What made you first start to play an instrument?

miko: Originally, when I was little I played the piano, but my mother happened to have an acoustic guitar at home and would tell me to play around with it too. From then on it was "This is kinda fun, this sounds pretty good," and for a while I'd been exposed to the acoustic guitar, and around that time I also started to listen to rock bands, so I started to play the electric guitar, and before I realized I've already become like how I am now.

Mally: Because I loved performing in front of people, when I was little I played in brass band, and at the time I was a trombone player. And, during my classes in that school, I had the opportunity to play with drums and bass ensembles, so that's where I began to have an interest for it and what inspired me to begin playing the drums. So originally, the reason I began wasn't because I liked bands, but rather because I loved performing in front of people.

● What made you realize you wanted to be in a band?

miko: Whenever I covered songs by myself, I always ended up wanting to try to match the other instruments with what I was covering, and when I tried to cover songs with friends it was always a lot of fun. Only in my case, I didn't only perform, I also wrote my own original compositions, so I did think that if I could play it in a band, it would be interesting. And then, the band that I looked for and met, are the members now. I wanted to play like a professional player, and with the same speed, I wanted to make music with a sort of creator's impulse...... I may have become a different type now though.

Mally: In my own case, it wasn't that I had admired anybody, in terms of how to perform onstage with the drums, but our bassist Naoto had asked me, "Do you wanna try being a band?" so I joined, and from then on while we were becoming a band, I started becoming totally immersed with the charm of the drums.

● When did you start to feel like a pro?

miko: When I joined exist†trace, I was going to become a pro. Before that when I had been collaborating with friends in bands, there was a girl who had a very pro mentality, who told me "Because I'll never lose to anybody in terms of how often I practice, I'll definitely become a pro." At that time we were in a band without considering whether we had a pro or amateur mentality, but I was close to people who were very serious about music, so I realized that "I also am going to become a pro," and if I played music seriously, I would have to properly join a band, so that's how I joined the band today.

Mally: In the beginning I played really because it was fun, and I didn't have any sort of pro mentality whatsoever, but I became infected by miko's seriousness, and felt a duty to think, "Instead of wanting to make some kind of living off of this, I have to make a living off of this," and if I began to realize that if I didn't think like that, I wouldn't be able to do it.

● Being together for over 10 years, are there any episodes that seem funny looking back?

Mally: Even though we do lives, our costumes are really important, right. In the very beginning, with regards to our costumes, we had no idea how to match them, and first we bought five plain black tshirts, and said "Alright, let's start from here and make something out of these." And by tshirts I mean thin polyester crewneck cuts (laughs). We started researching from there.

● By the way, what are your normal fashion styles?

Mally: It's pretty varied amongst everyone. All five of us actually are really varied whether in hobbies or the way we think.

miko: Even the music we listen to.

Mally: Right. It's good to have a nice mix to influence the band, but in terms of our personal clothing, it's kinda like "How did these five even meet?"

miko: Our common point is probably just "black."

Mally: Something like a shapeless black blob (laughs).

● Who is the most girly?

miko: For clothes, I do wear skirts everyday, so I'd say it's me. Except mentally, it's a different story (laughs).

● Then who has the girliest mind?

Mally: Being the most girly aside, our vocalist Jyou has a huge difference between her personality and her appearance, and she reads shojo manga*. Even though she's so smart-looking appearance-wise (laughs).

miko: Recently she's been talking a lot about girly things, she says she's researching how to make girls' hearts beat faster (laughs).

Mally: To make girls like her more.

miko: In a way, she's so manly (laughs). Like the otokoyaku in Takarazuka*.

● Please tell us about something you were picky about when choosing your instrument.

miko: Before, I had always had a basic sense of hating being told, in a condescending way, "Oh that's cuz you're a girl," so I chose the ESP Forest to produce a very grinding sound in the most unfeminine way I could, but now in contrast, I believe that if I can't appreciate the positive parts of being a girl then I can't be a good performer, and while I still have a ways to go, I feel like I want to properly investigate how to embody that femininity through sound. And even though that isn't the only reason why, I use a pink strat...... in the past, I would have never used a pink guitar, but now actually rather than thinking about the instrument being girly versus being a weapon, it's just a character within the band, so I want to be able to foster that femininity more and more in the future.

Mally: In rehearsals and recordings, I had the opportunity to play the drums of a lot of different brands and makers, but I didn't know what kind of sound I liked best, and when I asked people who had drummed for longer than me why they used the drums they did, they all answered, "It's just a preference," but it seriously did make me wonder, "What the hell is my preference?" (laughs) In the midst of that, the one that made me actually think, "I really love this!" was the maker that I'm using now, SAKAE, which has an amazing live sound where even hi-hats could be heard, and the reverb of the drums is also really good. While the drums are an instrument that really feels directly powerful, I think that SAKAE's drums can create an amazing sound regardless of whether the player is male or female. Anyway, it really did feel like love at first sight for me. I use Zildjian cymbals though, because I think their cymbals have the greatest sound to them, so I like those the best (laughs).

● Please tell us your recommended way to practice your instrument.

miko: While the basics (exercises) are important, I think that brushing up your performance, or rather your musical sensibility, is very important as well. No matter how good your technique is, you also need to improve that natural sense of music. For example in one note, how you tighten the ending note of a song is something that I feel is like the unique taste of any guitarist. Even more than practice, listening to a lot of different people's sounds can help you develop your own skills in the future, but I think that has to take a lot of time. Before, I didn't get that...... and as of late, I've been wanting more and more to fine-tune some parts of my guitar playing, but if those very things were things that I had been able to absorb when I was in my youth or in my teens, wouldn't it have made me a better player? That's something that's been on my mind (laughs)

Mally: Drummers are, I think, the exact opposite position than guitarists. It's not an instrument you can play based on feel. This isn't a particular tip for practice but, when you're performing, you always need to keep your hand-eye coordination in mind, or rather, you need to try to be aware of the beat as well as all the sounds that you hear around you. For me, when I practice songs I'll sing along with it as I drum, which helps me not just really understand the points at which the drums go with the song, but also encourage me to think of how to move with my drums at important points of the song.

● From your live staging,  is there something different than others that's particular to you?

miko: For me, I do whatever I'm thinking at the time...... probably staging that wouldn't be really imaginable given my appearance, such as "She's really that manly onstage?" or, even though it's not like I purposefully try to notice it,  but I do think "I'm wearing a skirt, should I really do that?" (laughs). Or would these spontaneous feelings lump together to form miko, the performer? Sometimes I feel like I do too much, but the members tell me "isn't that a good thing?" so I wonder if it's something like that (laughs). And how cool can a boy or a girl be, since this is rock (laughs).

Mally: Since drummers can't move around onstage, basically I just really shake my head a lot (laughs). I drum following the feelings of the song, so that's the most important to me. I try to express what I think miko's songs want to say on a more hidden level without using words, even though this is what we do when we play it. Things that cannot be expressed through the drums' sound, such as feelings, I try to give to our audience through facial expressions. I try to do that in a characteristic way (laughs).

● Even as an all-girl band, exist†trace is one of the few to also be associated with the visual kei scene, but when you were first starting out as an all-girl band, did you consciously make the decision to start with that scene?

Mally: When we were creating the band we thought that it'd be best to have a band completely composed of women. Normally we may have thought "visual kei is a boys' world" and quit to pursue a different scene, but there wasn't a notion that girls couldn't pursue visual kei originally either. But when we actually started off as a band, we were like, "Huh!? Were we actually wrong about that?" And that's where the fight started.

miko: There would be people who wouldn't come to watch us "cuz they're girls" but in contrast it actually fuelled us, and that became our driving force to keep going.

Mally: While we had the flourish of an all-girls' band, we were also battling with a visual kei scene which consisted of only men, so we had a very rough image as a result.

miko: Our competitive mindset had changed our band and our image into something a lot "harder." In terms of our costuming, there were a lot more members in the band who suited masculine styles, so the one to wear skirts or to show some skin was limited to just me. In order to appear stylish and not too revealing, I actually have to measure just how much skin I can or can't show (laughs).

Mally: We were aiming to create a sound where our gender couldn't be felt, so I guess that whole feeling may also have ended seeping out through our music (laughs).

● Did you originally like visual kei music?

Mally: Everyone aside from me did (laughs). As for myself, I only listened to whatever was on the television at the time...... on TV, there'd been PIERROT and LUNA SEA, but I didn't listen to them outside of that. I was the only person who'd joined the band that was different, so I thought I'd use that to my advantage (laughs).

● Mally, you'd said that you did not have a specific person whom you looked up to as inspiration, but is there a drummer whom you respect after you began to play in a band?

Mally: The person whom I learned a lot about performance from is Nero from MERRY. I can’t explain it too well, but he drums like a beast, and I thought that if I could drum as aggressively as him, then I could stand out a lot even as a girl. I'd always kept how to stand out in my head, but Nero is so cool and he has his own sound and playing style, so he's given me a lot to consider in terms of being a drummer.

miko: When I started playing guitar, I had loved PIERROT and covered a lot of their songs, but I can't exactly say that Jun and AIJI were my inspirations. But the songs that they had written were a source of inspiration, or rather, it had been influential for me as I played, and that was why when Jun had used a guitar synthesizer, I tried to use one too. After, I had looked up to BUCK-TICK's Imai...... I wouldn't call him something like a Guitar Hero, but he is someone whose songs, guitar playing and lyrics really show the universe in his head. I don't only think he's talented or that he's good, but I'm also quite a dreamer, I like to live in my imagination, and not that I want to steal the way he gives his ideas form, but I very much believe that I also want to be able to give life to my own universe.

● Who had come up with the visual image, such as your stage outfits?

Mally: All of us had.

miko: We just do what we like and strike the balance we have now.

Mally: Before, we'd do themed outfits to enforce a certain image, but when we were doing that the band itself began to become more unified in and of itself, so we opted to go for things we ourselves each like to do to create the image we have now.

miko: We often don't really know what we're going to do until the day of the photoshoot or the day of the live. But, being able to match each other regardless is probably the result of doing this for so long.

Mally: This time my outfit stresses a sporty feel to it...... when we first started the band, I thought I needed to look like a shapeless VKei blob, but as time went by I started to think I wanted to do things that weren't usually done in Vkei. I started thinking the complete opposite, like wearing things that no one in visual kei had worn before, and even now, I introduce clothes and items that aren't usually used.

● Is there specific roles for each person in the band?

Mally: There is, unconsciously. Jyou is a clean-cut, clear boystyle image from Takarazuka theatre. And in a similar vein, Omi is the rough, cool version of that, and Naoto is the dark...... well, she's just all black (laughs). miko is the only girl in the group (laughs).

miko: What the hell (laughs)!

Mally: Everyone's a girl, but like, she's the girly one.

miko: Well, we are more or less a girl band (laughs).

Mally: I'm, what? The sporty type?

miko: Like the sun.

Mally: Passionate.

● The band leader is miko, correct?

miko: Yes. In the beginning we had decided not to elect a leader, but as we went on, there were times where we had to come to an agreement about our opinions...... I write around 90% of the songs, and since I’d come to have this strong sense of musicianship I thought, "well, I'll be the leader," and that really settled it. But Mally will also give many of her own opinions in the studio, so we might work differently than other bands. For me, I think the best is the sense that all the members think "I'm the leader" in their own way.

● exist†trace has been these five members for over 10 years. Is there a key to being able to be together for so long?

Mally: Basically, being close friends. Although when it comes to lives, we do get emotional at times (laughs). I think it's a must to state your opinion properly. And, I guess it's also not letting your personal life get caught up in the band, like, the band is the band and your personal life is your personal life.

● Please tell us about some positive parts about being in an all-girls band, as well as some negative parts.

miko: We're very chill, or rather we're quite down to earth, so we won't do things like fight and drag it out. The negative parts... sometimes as girls, we'll do things just halfway, or not go all the way, so we're trying to be aware of when we do that.

Mally: Sometimes we see some bands that we play with in our tai-bans who are just screwing around, not really taking things seriously, so it gets to the point where I have to say "C'mon, get off your asses!" (laughs) Also, people have started to get kind of confused about our genders (laughs), especially when we're in the dressing room at the livehouse, girls will be talking loudly and we'll feel awkward like we can't really join in (laughs). On the other hand, we also can't really join in when there are guys hanging out either, so it's kinda a grey area for us. And now that we're doing more and more lives, we're also becoming closer to a lot of gay people, and we're understanding each other more and more, and there are times where it gets like, "wait, what are we?" (laughs)

● Please tell us more about your new album, "WORLD MAKER".

miko: During our first album, VIRGIN, there was a feeling of doing only what we wanted to do, like it was a museum (for viewing, not for interacting with). And like an exhibition, we had an image of lining up all of our songs one by one, but for WORLD MAKER, we didn't really have that, and really we would reveal our creations little by little during our live performances, seeing if it matched our band, playing the songs that were able to showcase our evolution the best at lives to watch it grow even more, and those were the songs that ended up being chosen. Our roots stemmed from "I want to make an album like this, so I'll write these songs for that purpose," to now, which is like showing what exist†trace is like as a band, "this is who we are now." ... But honestly, there are some uncomfortable moments, or moments where we don't feel convinced... listening to our recordings, we like all the songs individually, but together, do they strike a good balance? But with the creation of the single song “WORLD MAKER,” including both the sound and lyrics, all at once we achieved that balance, so that when we included that song we could really say "this is the current exist†trace", and suddenly it all worked out. When this final piece fell into place, I began to like the direction our current exist†trace was moving on into with this increasing self-confidence, and because it was really so different from anything we'd done before I thought we were able to reaffirm ourselves with this album. However, even though I think this has made whatever we do next an even higher hurdle, I want to do my best to make even better and better music.

Mally: The only song that we had recorded without debuting live first was our titular song, “WORLD MAKER.”  I was able to create an image I liked with the other songs with the drums in one way or another, but with this song, if I played it safe, the song itself would become really boring, so it was a source of anxiety. That was when we talked about going about the drums as an engineer or something like that. I wanted to do something that was good, that listeners could relate to, so while putting myself into the drums, I recorded a song where I didn’t lose the rock sensibility while still being able to raise my standards for myself (laughs).

● What would you like exist†trace's position to be in the current all-girls' band scene?

miko: I think all-girls bands are always going to be a niche interest. But, I believe that girls who play instruments and who can rock are something to be admired, and to be able to stand out is a definite plus. That's why, no matter how we are seen, we'll stand tall and play the music that we believe in, and I want us to have acceptance that transcends gender. And I hope that that goal of ours can be something that can stir up the girls scene as a whole.

● Finally, a message to everyone in middle school who would like to play in a band.

Mally: Firstly, if you have an interest in anything, it's fine to just go for it with all your might without second-guessing yourself. Because even if you hit a wall, there will be a day where you'll see a way to get over it.

miko: We also just dived right in without second-guessing ourselves, and now we've realized a lot of things looking back. If you're wondering if you should start to play an instrument or start a band, we'll be in the same boat, so don't be scared - let's stand side-by-side and hold our heads high, because rocker girls will rule the world!

* Shojo manga refers to comic books aimed at a younger female audience, focusing on themes such as love, romance and relationships.

* The Takarazuka Revue is an all-female theatre troupe. Otokoyaku are male roles that are played by female actresses.

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[watatsumiis]

AUUUHHH i don't have a lot of time before I gotta go out for the day but I want in on this Minecraft au soooo bad. so here is a hastily typed list of things my brother does in minecraft that i think dottore would also do

1. minecart race to test the optimum ratio of powered rails to glitched regular rails (several curved rails in a straight line will make your minecart teleport to the center of the next block thereby making the minecart *move* faster BUT its actual momentum and velocity will still decay without powered rails BUT it's still half the distance so there's still an optimum (we found it was about 1 powered per 3 curved regular rails))

2. Unethical Villager Breeding Box In The Sky to generate villagers for experimentation, iron golem farming (which involves isolating the villagers on air beds and frightening them occasionally with a real zombie), and villager trade generation

3. villager experimentation, including causing raids on purpose, intentionally leaving some villagers more vulnerable than others, and dropping many villagers into the ocean by accident, as a side effect of tricking them into walking over holes in the ground

4. flying machines

5. fully automated chicken farm including lava to cook the chicken. the excess eggs are also automatically used to grief other players' front lawns with chickens. he thinks this is very funny, and at first it was an accident but he has no intention of fixing it/refined the system to work better later

6. TNT dupe glitch canons.

7. TNT in general. netherite stripmining using beds

8. never sleeps, has a full hotbar full of crossbows to kill the phantoms with

9. dripstone death machine hovering above common pvp locations and also above other players' houses

10. secret bases and tunnels everywhere but never bothers to make a "house" just like. hidden holes with chests and furnaces lying around. also lots of pistonwork

Ok first of all your brother lowkey sounds like a menace (/lh), but also someone I would love to observe in action

second of all, you're absolutely right in saying that these are things Dottore would do. This man will stop at nothing to break the server, the game, and the other players if his heart so desires.

The idea of netherite stripmining using beds actually lowkey bangs (ha)im gonna be real.

You know Dottore has all the primo gear and is practically invincible. The only people who have killed him have been Yae Miko (she's slaughtered everyone in the server at least once - she uses Ei's account to find ways to enable PvP for those who have it off), then Klee (totally by accident, by hooking up obscene amounts of TNT to some redstone machine he was working on) everyone online lost their collective minds, Dottore was on the warpath for days trying to figure out who did it (literally everyone except him knew the moment the death message popped up on screen). Albedo took the blame in the end because Dottore wouldn't stop cussing people out and Klee was starting to pick up on the bad words. People gave Klee so many rewards for knocking Dottore off of his high horse though.

Some of the 'mods' (read: archons) like to use /kill on him if he's being extra insufferable. (imagine Zhongli saying "i will have order" while clicking the enter key on the /kill command. comedy gold)

The last person who has killed him was Capitano. Dottore was probably being an annoying little snit about something, wandering around outside of Cap's castle and building weird traps and stuff. When Barbara got caught in one that crashed her game while she was trying to bring Cap some new flowers and a banner she made, Capitano just wordlessly went out and beat Dottore to death with a wooden axe. Nobody knows how he won that duel, considering Dottore dons himself with full netherite enchanted gear. Some even joke that Dottore was 'intimidated' into going AFK, since a lot of the harbingers play from the same place.

[lets-try-some-writing]

Had this really cute idea about TFP kids having pets of some kind if they ever do get a chance wanna know what you think!

Jack--- a pigeon- because they're great companions for people who has anxiety or feel lonely ( he probably has the one with small beak and feather covered legs and definitely a female because they're more loving and affectionate and puts her in cute clothes)

Miko--- a bearded dragon (or maybe even a gecko but definitely some lizard animal)- they're puppies with scales very energetic, weird and has fun personality and moves their head to music ( definitely dress it up and named it after a slash monkey member)

Raf--- a guinea pig or a rat (but I lean on rat more) - they're very social animals and love their owners very much and very intelligent ( he definitely has two because they has to have a friend. And he always let them climb on him or hides them in his pockets or bag and takes them with him)

And I like to imagine them explaining to the bots that they're not pets but companions/family or even their own children and how much they mean to them or how much of an emotional support they were to them!

And definitely found an excuse/reason to bring them to base!

And the bots reaction are like:

Ratchet wants them immediately out the base but get gaslighted into letting them stay for a day one the condition that they stay away from his work place ( Miko doesn't comply)

Optimus would be curious about them since he haven't seen them so close and would want to learn more about them and how they behave completely different and seems to understand their owners

Arcee might be more neutral about them saying if the kids are happy then that's it but surely gets interested in seeing how they act and the tricks they do

Bulkhead wouldn't want to be near them because he fears they get in his joints like some scraplets (Ratchet used that to keep him away from his stuff)

Wheeljack( I'm not too sure about him) but would want to see what they're capable of and tries to teach them bad tricks to maybe piss of a certain CMO

Bumblebee/Smokescreen would undoubtedly be amazed at these different animals and be even more impressed by the tricks hey do to the point they'd want one but gets shut down quickly by the whole team because they're too much work

Ultra magnus would just leave simple comment about them and leaves

What's your opinion? Maybe different animals? But these fits them well!

What do I think? Well, since I am unsure if this is a writing request or not, I will give my opinion on what you have presented here. Please feel free to send in another request if you were hoping for writing. I tend to misunderstand things like this more often than not.

Now firstly, this is an adorable idea and I do in fact think the animals fit. I doubt they would have any exotic pets, except perhaps Miko who I could imagine having some sort of parrot due to the intelligence of the species. Aside from that, spot on thinking regarding the animals that would be involved.

Ratchet's reaction is comedy gold I must say. Optimus's makes perfect sense considering his personality, although I also imagine he wouldn't be too fond of the mess or the pets getting into equipment. Arcee's reaction is also pretty solid, however I can see her developing a strange rivalry with Jack's pigeon or Rafael's rodent upon having to assist in collecting the small thing from either the rafters or under work stations. Bulkhead's response is perfect, no commentary there except for that I think it would be hilarious for him to fear Rafael's hamster above all else. I've dealt with hamsters, those little critters can RUN-

For Wheeljack I would alter his reaction only slightly to have him find it funny to watch the pets fail at whatever it is they are attempting. Him staring at the hamster and laughing hysterically when it runs into an object or the pigeon when it inevitably crashes sounds on point for him. You got Smokey and Bee also perfectly on point in my opinion. That sounds about right for them, although Bee I think would be less inclined to get one and more silently encouraging Smokescreen since if Smokey could convince the team to let them have a pet, then great, but I doubt he would want to deal with the glares personally. Ha, yeah Ultra Magnus wouldn't give a crap unless one of the animals touched his stuff. Then I bet he would have WORDS with whoever owned the animal in question.

In conclusion, a very humorous concept indeed.