#H UFFS

[onifanss]

Yuwol x NOKO •

[nicoforlifetrue]

KILL THE RIVAL

[pablitogavii]

Can you do one where reader is feeling a little insecure abt her body (even tho it's perfect and she's stunning) and she says she wants to get a boob job or a bbl and gavi gets super dom and he gets a Lil aggressive saying no you don't need it (bc she is perfect) I think it would be soo cutee

Thank uuu<33

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You just kept scrolling social media looking at all these models with their plum breasts and perfect butts. It was incredibly depressing to look in the mirror afterwards ... you looked like a kid compared to all of them.

"Are you insane!? Do you know what the recovery is for a bbl!?" your best friend told you one day when you mentioned in at college. She thought you were completely insane but she didn't have to deal with everyone commenting on her look on the internet. Not to mention she wasn't dating a celebrity all girls in Spain want.

"I'm home, mi amor!" Pablo walked in exhausted from the training noticing that you were way too focused on your phone to notice his arrival.

"Aii nena, what got all your attention huh?" he asked and you quickly turned off your phone where you were searching different plastic surgeries available nearby.

"Uff nenita, should I be worried???" he said and you shut him up with a kiss telling him not to be ridiculous since it was obvious that you were head over heels in love with him ...but how long will he want to be with you looking like this???

A few days later, Rapha walked to Pablo during training and pulled him to the side. He had an interesting conversation with his wife who told him about your questions.

"She asked her where to get work done???" Pablo made sure he understood and Rapha nodded explaining that it's often that women get insecure even though they look divine in the eyes of their men.

"Don't attack her Pablo, just try and get her to tell you herself" Rapha advised and Pablo followed his words hoping you would soon open up about this with him.

"Amor, venga aqui please?" he said sitting on the bed one evening while you were still finishing up your skincare. You walked to him and he pulled you on his lap with a kiss.

"Can you wear that lingerie I got you in Paris? I miss seeing you in it nena..." he said and you felt a lump in your throat ...you breasts barely fill the cups and despite Pablo saying he loved how it looked on you, it made you feel insecure.

"No ... amm... it's okay ...maybe another night Pablito" you tried avoiding the situation at all costs but he wouldn't let go keeping you on his lap.

"Que pasa contigo mi amor? Talk to me ..." he said and you looked anywhere but his eyes because you wouldn't lie but you can't say the truth either because it's embarrassing right now.

"Please, let me go ...I'm tired Pablo" you said but he wouldn't budge. Ugh sometimes you really hated when he was stubborn like this.

"You know I think your body is sexy ..." he said not able to keep it to himself anymore. He needed you to know how much he admires you from afar.

"Que?" you were a little taken back. Pablo was never much of talker, especially about intimacy, he preferred to show it all.

"Your breasts me vuelven loco ...they fit perfectly in my hands like they were made for me ...and your perky butt is perfect to be spanked ...and you know how much I enjoy doing that when you're mala ...hmmm but I know you secretly love when I squeeze in like this" he spoke slowly and seductively while squeezing your ass roughly making you fight an urge to moan.

"Pablito ..." you whisper and he kept his hands there for while until moving to hold your face and make you look in his eyes. He kissed you passionately and a little agressivly as well like he needed to to feel all his words in action.

"Listen to me, mi amor ...go put on that lingerie and let me enjoy what's mine" he said slowly releasing your hold and you jumped off quickly but still refusing to do what he said or talk about it.

When he saw you pull out your regular pajamas instead, he walked to the wardrobe and sat int he corner sofa.

"Don't be mala, nenita mia. Do what papi said!" he said sternly and you gulped looking at the lingerie in the box while signing.

"I want to get plastic surgery, Pablo!" you yelled it out and he sighed grabbing your hand rather roughly and pulling you to sit on his lap. You were once again trapped there and couldn't move.

"Now you listen to me, nena ...you are perfect and you don't need to get anything done! I don't want my things touched by anyone else or ruined with plastic surgery! I want you as you are ...perfect and mine" he spoke sternly and you held onto every word. There was no arguing with Pablo when he got dominant like this ...fuck you were also turned on so you decided to push your limits.

"But wouldn't you like if they were a little bigger Pablito???" you took his hand and placed it on your breast and he squeezed looking at your mouth longingly. You could feel underneath your butt that he was just as turned on as you.

"Dios ... they're perfect. Don't do it amor...por favor" he said helplessly at the end and you smiled kissing him passionately while he carried you to bed.

"Do you really like me like this Pablo?" you ask after a heated makeout session as both of you discarded your clothes on the floor enjoying every intimate moment.

"I don't only like you nena ...I love you just the way your are ...natural, divine and all mine. Si? Dime eso" he whispered into your ear kissing your weak spot leaving his famous marks all over your neck as you moaned.

"aaahh all yours Pablito ..." you half moaned and he smirked nodding his head while kissing you all over.

"Promise me you won't touch anything?" he said while resting between your thighs knowing how desperately you needed him.

"Porfavor ..." you begged hating being teased

"Promise me or I won't give it to you nena" he smirked knowing he is winning this battle.

"I promise Pablo! I won't do anything! Please give it to me!" you were yelling on top of your lungs and he was very proud of you in that moment. He will spend this night and the rest of his life showing you just how perfect you are for him ...just the way you are ❤️❤️❤️

[layla4567]

SFW ALPHABET // LOKI

warnings: mention of nightmares, a bit of angst(?

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He is not one to show much affection in public (he will probably grab your hand or hold you by the waist gently) but when no one is looking he will treat you like a queen/king. He will fill you with kisses and hug you warmly, hugging you in his arms and holding you close to his chest for a long time, both of you in silence.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Let's face it, it would be difficult to win Loki's friendship, he is distrustful and a little hard to trust (but if Mobius did it, anyone can!) You probably have to be patient and listen to him without judging him. When they are friends he will be like with Mobius, quite protective. Obviously he will annoy you with his jokes but he will always look out for you and make sure that nothing bad happens to you. Loki also knows that he can trust you to help him with any problem and vice versa.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Yes! Loki loves cuddles. He feels protected in your arms and a good cuddle makes him feel better when he is sad or afraid. I think he would prefer to be cuddlered but he is not opposed to the idea of ​​cuddlering you either.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Loki would like to move in with you whenever he sees fit, he will not make a decision without first consulting you. And if the answer is yes, at first I feel like Loki wouldn't clean or cook for the simple fact that he's not used to it (I imagine him like when he was sitting at the TVA reading the rules bored and lazing around). But then he would get used to it and help you in whatever way he can.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Well if you break up with him (gurl why would you do that?) poor Loki would be devastated 😭. He had already made up his mind about a life with you and you go and break up with him for "x" reason. But if he had to break up with you, uff man, he wouldn't even know how to start or what to say. Whatever the reason he broke up with you, he will be crying and explaining why he can't be with you, obviously he will tell you face to face.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I think Loki wouldn't rush things, maybe wait a few years to commit when he already knows that you'll really stay with him. You know, trust for Loki is not his strong suit and you really have to earn it, but he would definitely like to one day marry you and have you be his goddess/god.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

LOKI IS A GENTLEMAN. He's the kind of man who will move the chair so you can sit down. His touches will always be soft and delicate, a gentle hand squeeze, a delicate grip on the arm or shoulder. As for emotions, he may be a little suspicious of showing emotions and opening up to you, I think that if something happened to him he would hide it and not because he doesn't trust you but because he doesn't want to worry you, but it's just a matter of time before he realize that it is healthier to seek your help and tell you what he feels, whether good or bad. He is a great listener so he will also prioritize your feelings.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Loki will not admit that he likes hugs, when you give him one he will pretend to be upset but inside he loves them. Over time the hugs will become more frequent, he no longer cares about hiding how much he loves hugs, Loki will hug you from behind, sitting on the couch, in a bed, wherever!

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Loki said it first, but it took a while. You were going to say it first but you were afraid that he would take it the wrong way or reject you, you knew him and you didn't want to rush things. But Loki confessed his feelings when he was sure that you were in danger and he didn't want to lose you, only then did he realize how in love he was.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Oh ho ho, Loki is definitely one to get jealous. He trusts you of course but he dislikes people who come towards you with clear flirting intentions and although he knows that you can handle yourself, Loki sometimes approaches them and threatens them. Sometimes he goes a little overboard and that's when you'll have to stop him, he could kill for you, literally. So when he is jealous he will be quite touchy.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Loki's kisses are passionate and tender. He will kiss you sweetly but only when you are alone. He likes to kiss your hands, especially your knuckles, on your forehead, on your neck. He can even go further and kiss the inside of your thighs when they are in the mood. Loki likes kisses on his back and his jaw going down to his shoulders.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

It depends, if they are your children, he will be the most loving and protective father of the nine kingdoms. Now if, on the other hand, they are children he don't know, he will probably feel irritated and impatient.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Loki likes to hug you from the back and pull you towards him when you are sleeping, sometimes your head is against his chest but you are always next to his arms so when you get up he draws you towards him again, showering you with kisses on your hair until you insist that you have to get up

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Sometimes he usually has nightmares and wakes up scared in the middle of the night but you are always there to calm him down by resting his head against your chest so he can feel your heartbeat, and then he falls asleep like a baby with you caressing his hair.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

As I said before, Loki will always be distrustful of new people so it is likely that at first he will close himself off and hide secrets from you or whatever, you have to be patient and know how to listen to him and understand him only then he can break that cold shell and show his true colors. colors

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Loki is quite angry and impatient, but it also depends on who. He rarely gets too angry or yells at you. He is afraid of saying something hurtful to you and that you will not appear in his life again, so when faced with an argument he will try to calm down and simply clench his teeth or frown.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Loki is a great listener and really pays attention to you because he cares so it's easy for him to remember things you like (or don't like). Sometimes he will surprise you by giving you something that you really wanted and that you had mentioned inadvertently, but he remembered it (or wrote it down somewhere). Above all, he remembers the deep conversations where they talk about their feelings.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When Loki confessed to you that he was the son of a frost giant and opened up to you. He will never forget your attentive eyes on his face and your hands holding his, nodding with a worried gesture. The way you paid attention to him, listened to him, and cared about his well-being touched him.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Loki protects you with his life itself. It's like a lioness protecting her baby with claws and teeth. He would rather die than see you hurt. He always has his daggers ready and will always put himself in front of you to avoid any danger. The phrase: "if you touch a single hair on her head, yours will be on the ground next" is from Loki. As for being protected, the truth is that he can defend himself, he doesn't like the idea of ​​you protecting him so much and not because he thinks you are weak but because he doesn't want to put you in danger, but every time you offer to fight at his side is proud of you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

I think Loki is quite prone to buying you expensive things, he has been raised surrounded by opulence and highliness. Although it is likely that he forgets some special dates and not because he does not pay attention to you but because all those Midgardian things seem banal to him, why do you need a special day to show love if he can show it to you every day? (and it does). But Loki will make every effort to remember your anniversary and believe me, he will organize something elegant and romantic.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

HAHAH LOKI IS SUCH A DIVA, no but he seriously cares about his appearance. He is always well groomed with his hair back falling over his shoulders. The only time he doesn't pay as much attention to how he looks is when he's fighting or when a fight ends and his uniform is destroyed.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

YES, Loki couldn't live without you, you are the best thing that has happened to him, the only friend he has, the only one who loves him unconditionally for who he is and listens to him without judging. Without you his life feels empty as if something was missing, you are his anchor, his lighthouse that guides him, he does not want to lose that light that you are for him.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Since he loves to make mischief, sometimes he asks for your help, especially if it is to prank his brother Thor. He usually makes pranks on you too but they are not bad or hurtful.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He hates prejudiced people who only see him as a monster and don't bother trying to get to know him better.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Loki has a hard time falling asleep because of his nightmares, but he feels better if you are by his side holding his hand or hugging him. If not, he will probably fall asleep very late.

[srbachchan]

DAY 5891

Jalsa, Mumbai Apr 4/5, 2024 Thu/Fri 1:05 AM

Birthday - EF - Caroline 'Coky' Moheb, .. all love and wishes for a wonderful day .. and many days ahead .. from the Ef and me ..❤️

In the quiet of the night when the birds are asleep and the crickets have subdued their vocals , doth the Blogomaestra conduct his voice and unending connection with the dearest Ef .. some that have been with us from the time of beginning .. some having left and some joining in in the newest ..

A quiet day .. a reflective time for the mind .. a few times spent on seated breathing by the yogic columns of thought and teaching .. and that is it ..

One wonders where the thoughts come from .. one wonders why and the how .. one consecrates it as simply not understandable .. and some or rather one particular dubs it as a high end secretive rendition that even the most sophisticated secret agencies, find difficult to give it elucidation ..

It's the making of the modern mind - crammed with a volley of the highest speed rendition through the wires and cables of information .. multiple bombing the targets that have hitherto remained aloof and silent .. making it difficult at times to punch the right word and name that is at the tip of the tongue but simply not forming to be rendered ..

Some naysayers put it at age, and the conditioning of the brain at this age condition .. some dexterously avoiding the obvious strained illness in its politeness and refraining .. and some simply not quite interested in its relevance .. a natural , I believe .. for the interest in the other or another , does not feature in its capacity to be given attention and debate ..

So .. we trundle along ..

Mumbling in the search for the desired word or expression and the relevance of the net and its informative machine that puts the gravest queries to rest at the punch of a black square or the touch on the 'h' ..

The 'h' .. aaah .. such an innovative express, by the Americans ..

The 'h' is for the phone in your hand (h) .. the 'res' is for the land line at your residence (res) .. and 'work' etc., are too descriptive to get into abrieved formulations ..

Abrieved .. !! yes the communication 'funda' .. uff .. hate this expression 'funda' .. wonder how it developed .. but yes there it is .. the shorter the best ..

H R U .. how are you ..

K .. okay

etc., etc., etcetera ..

And the convenient emojis .. blessings in disguise .. for some .. not for the old world or at times for different mobiles .. for , at times your ❤️ emoji comes as a 🀄️ or something .. confusing the reader at all costs ..

🤣

hope this laughing buddha came out right ..

Right .. then time for the retire .. 😴

My love as ever .. 🌹

Amitabh Bachchan

[instarsandcrime]

A Divine Comedy of Errors

Hey @zensations35, guess who? Your Ra//dio//App//le request is all done! We've got Sick!Seraphim!Lu/ci/fer and Worried!A/la/stor. I did my best to balance the silly, the hurt, the comfort, the snz, and the feels! And I chose the macro and monsterfucker parts because it is my personal responsibility to experiment with my writing and, in the process, make myself suffer at all times. 👍

This is a sequel to my previous fic Overworked and Under-Managed, but honestly it can also be a standalone thing too! Though I did sprinkle in a few romantic gestures this time for good luck! And like before, I'm working off another Sick//tember//2024 prompt. This time it's "taking a sick day".

Quick cw! There's also a little bit of mess and, although it's not much, I still wanted to give a heads up just in case!

Alright, that's all from me. Enjoy!

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“This is stupid.”

“Now now, there’s no need to be so touchy, Your Majesty.” Alastor cautioned, peering over a shoulder at his pathetic patient. Pouting, fluffy nightrobe wrapped snugly around his shivering frame. One arm bunching up the warm collar around his neck, a tissue box tucked under another.

“Hey! You dragged me out of bed at three in the morning without explaining anything and now I’m- ugh!” Disgust twisted the demon king’s face as he kicked swamp sludge from a poor, unsuspecting duck slipper, “—wading through whatever this shit is in the middle of a bayou! I can be as– uff! touchy as I want to be!”

“Hah! If you actually chose to sleep rather than push yourself to the breaking point, maybe then you wouldn't be here spouting your grand excuses.”

”Well maybe it's because I suck at bed rest, okay?! Sure I've got the bed part down. That's simple! Easy! One quick hop and you're done! But the rest part? Nope. Nuh-uh. The second I close my eyes I feel a tickle. And when I feel a tickle I just know I'll cause some kind of chaos around the hotel. So it's my responsibility to keep myself under control in case I– ...in ca-case I...hih!" A pause. His nose twitched, breaths turning shallow. He couldn't help but groan in frustration as he ripped a cluster of tissues from his box to stifle painfully for the billionth time.

"Ht’chnx! Hn’chxt! H-hehhh–” Sneeze. In case he sneezed. Saints above was he sick of doing that. “Heh’TCHNX’hewww…ow."

“And what well-timed proof of your incompetence. I should be grateful, really.” Alastor grumbled, dusting the newly created pink glitter from his suit. 

“Oh shut…up…hhh–!” Before Lucifer could even lift a finger to suppress another possible fit, the other slid to his back. Squeaking in alarm when his arms were restrained by the crook of an elbow, spraying a fine mist straight into a gloved palm.

“Het’CHMPH! Guhhh…” Lucifer glared up at the looming demon, “Hey, what’s the big idea?!”

Alastor released his hold with a grimace, quickly disposing the near-soaked fabric into his shadow– followed by a spoonful of hand sanitizer. “Admittedly not very big, but certainly necessary.” 

“What do you mean by–”

“Ah, here we are.”

The Radio Demon surged forward, hooking a large fan of willow leaves with his cane to reveal a sudden clearing. Moss spread thickly across the plush, overgrown field, ripples peacefully lapping at the water’s edge. Fireflies hovered just above, hemming the murky surface with a soft, warm light. It was a breathtaking sight, and it made Lucifer pale entirely. Because now he knew what was happening.

And he hated it.

“Look, Alastor, I’m not going to lie. You're the worst. Your breath stinks like a rotting carcass. Every time you open your mouth all I hear is claws on a chalkboard. And Father forbid you get a few centuries of beauty sleep because wow you need a serious makeover.”

“Is there a point to all this, or are you asking me to push you into the swamp water? At this rate I’m inclined to choose the latter.”

“The point is! The point. Is. I can't ruin something like this. This bayou is precious to you. Louisiana is precious to you.”

“Oh, please. Have you forgotten who I am? I made this place, I could easily undo whatever meager scratches you cause.“

“But that’s—”

"Regardless, your creative powers leak through whether you like it or not. You might as well release it in a space that won't harm the hotel."

“I don’t– hehhh!”

“And no, you will not get stuck in your condition by 'letting yourself go.'” Alastor stressed, pinching the space between his eyes. “If I may speak freely Sire– this is ridiculous. You’re exhausted and ill beyond belief, and if you suppress one more magic-infested sneeze I will tie your hands to the ground myself. For God’s sake, the cure to your condition eluded me until you accidentally let the damn thing slip at dinner! So what, pray tell, is so beneath the King of Hell?"

”H-heh-aht’chhhh! I'm—ht’chnx!“

“Is the transformation painful?”

“N-nuhh– no– Aht’CHSHH!”

”Does it drive you mad beyond all belief?”

“No!” Lucifer wheezed out, “Focus! I’m trying to tell you thahhh…that…sonofahhhHATSCHH-‘TCH–’TSCHH’hhiew!”

But Alastor was not focused on his disjointed, half-assed reasoning. Nor the painful failures to bury his fit through the whistle of little fireworks that followed. No, Alastor was focused on the sight that briefly flickered behind his patient. It was for only a second-- a blink and anyone would miss it-- but it was there. There, and massive. And judging by the way Lucifer suddenly froze, he'd known the same. His stare fell to his feet, pulling back his collar to reveal a fracture in his porcelain skin. Holy light pierced through the growing cracks, and Alastor found himself squinting curiously at the sight– as if the true puppeteer of such a tiny doll didn’t satisfy the hunger enough.

“Ugh, forget it! You wihh…win…‘Etchhh!”

“Good.”

“Grea– snff!-- great!”

“A pleasure doing business with you.”

A pause.

“Well?”

“I, uh. I can't do it if you're watching.”

“Oh for God’s sake.”

“Look, do you want me to take this shit off or not?!” Lucifer spat, flames spouting from his lips.

"Phrasing, Your Majesty." Alastor sighed, begrudgingly turning his back. “Better?”

乃𝒆ţt𝐄𝓇.

The sinner nearly jumped in place. It was certainly a voice that rang out— or something along those lines. More of a chorus of pitches and concepts of tone. And yet they harmonized as one.

Ť𝑒𝔰丅ιℕ𝔾, Ｔεsting!  Well. At least the idiot’s mind remains intact. It would cause quite a scene if he had to drag the drama king kicking and screaming from another plane of existence. Whew! Okay, you can look now. But take it slow because hoo boy it is a  l o t. 

The Radio Demon decided to go as slowly as he pleased– with all the caution of a bull in a china shop. And all too quickly he chastised himself, holding a hand to his temple. Maybe, just maybe, the seraphim’s warning was not unfounded.

Though the pocket of home was designed to be near endless, his mind couldn't conceive the number of wings that crossed the metaphysical. They were still somehow boxed into such a wide universe, glancing around with eyes that decorated each feather like adorned jewels. Or so the sinner presumed before the memory continued to fade for another. In fact, the only tangible features he could possibly grasp at the moment were flowing robes and two small wings that wrapped around a near-featureless head like a blindfold. 

And yet the being could see perfectly, thin lips pulled into a frown, staring with-- ah. Alastor was just adjusting, but he could certainly recognize the overwhelming anxiety. The least surprising part that he did expect, of course, was his size. He didn't just crane over Alastor. He towered over him-- a far cry from the false shell he wore. Somehow, Alastor stuffed down a pang of petty anger that threatened to overtake him.

He'll lecture the idiot on giving him a proper fight later. 

Alastor? Are you alright? The ground trembled ever-so-slightly as the Saint slowly, carefully lowered himself. 

"I'm offended that you’d even ask." The caretaker took a small step back before hopping up on a folded knee, giving it a sympathetic pat-- earning an embarrassed flush that overtook fever.

Oh, thank goodness. I almost-- I... The wings around them flared, puffing at each desperate buildup. Quickly Lucifer drew a wavering finger in a circle to create a portal, grabbing a familiar crimson fabric before pitching into it. "ATSHHHHEWW! AHDT’SCHHHHEEWW! HATSCHHHHHIIEEEWW!"

Each shiver of ivory skin sent shockwaves through the flora below– and from above sent Alastor hurtling towards the reeds.

Shit, I-I can’t see you! Did you fall? Are you okay? Lucifer squeaked, infinite irises darting.

"Okay is certainly an overstatement, Sire. You nearly ruined my coat!" An offended huff brushed the seraphim’s ever-shaping ear and, once again, The Radio Demon was meticulously scanned. Paying no mind to the sudden attention in the shadowy nook of his patient’s shoulder, playing with a tuft of shimmering plumage.

Sorry! Don't know m'own strength. Lucifer’s large body hunched in on itself in shame, quickly pressing the makeshift tissue to the space where his nose should be– now golden-tipped with irritation– desperate not to sniffle too strongly.

"Is that my blanket." Alastor's smile sharpened.

I panicked okay?!

All too suddenly the complaints stopped. Time for the saint came to a standstill, and Alastor was barely able to wonder if that was a very literal metaphor before the cotton-knit carpet beneath him hiked up again. He quickly pinned himself to Lucifer’s neck, bracing for–

“ETCHH’CHHHHHF!” He doubled over again. S-sorry, sorry! I can’t help it! I’m trying to hold back but I cahh– can’t–huh-hgf! “ATSHH’HHHHHF! HUH’ATTKSHHHEWWWW!” Rrrgh, forget it! You should go be-before– hhhHHH!

Panicking, a multitude of palms weaved into being. Desperate to stifle again, quick to suffocate–

“Oh, please.” 

Black tentacles wrapped around countless wrists and yanked, pinning them and the seraphim to the ground. He cracked open a watery eye, strikingly bright with anger as he watched Alastor hop up on his cheek. When I break– “Snff!” –break free I swear I’ll–!

“Do what, might I ask? You’ve threatened my life a million times, what’s one more?” The Radio Demon teased, focusing on keeping his patient's poor, abused nose in his reality. He pointed his cane, lightly scratching along the rims of the nostrils as he spoke. “Poor, poor Lucifer Morningstar. Despite your constant objections, you’ve served Hell for so long. Haven’t you ever wondered what it’s like to bow to someone else’s power? Especially to such a lowly sinner like me?”

Ahhh— Alasto–or!

“So tell me, oh great and benevolent fallen saint, why should I stop now? It seems quite like a fair trade to me! I get to boss around one of the most powerful beings in existence, creator of light and the illumination of free will. And you, my dear, get to take a sick day.” And with that, he poked the very end of the tip. “Effective immediately.”

“GEHH’AHTSHHHH’HUUE! ATSHHHH! HAT’KSHHHHUUE! H-HAH-AHHH–! ETCH’TCHHHH’FFF!” The bayou rocked with thrashing waves and unearthed roots. For a moment the sky flashed to dawn, then dusk, before resuming its starry night. Wind whipped through Alastor’s hair followed by a gust of debris and dirt. A few raspy, heavy breaths and the chaos slowed to a stop. He peeked open one eye, then another. Finding himself safe in the eye of the storm, cradled in a soft flurry of wings pressed to the seraphim’s chest. 

Mnnn…bless m’be. Lucifer bit back a heavy sigh before he could cause anymore damage, shaking aside his chains before scooping Alastor up. Small scarlet eyes met large, weepy ones– blindfolds making way for a sea of silver and gold. And yet Alastor swore he could see constellations underneath their elegant surface.

“Well, that wasn’t so hard now was it?”

Thadd was cruel. The other whined. He flicked a wrist between congested sniffles, lacing a cotton cloth into existence. Obdnogxiously true. But still. Fugk you.

“Have you ever known me to be kind?” The sinner tilted his head curiously, ignoring a noseblow that bent the few trunks that remained, branches laying bare at their feet. “Honestly, it’s like you’re afraid of hurting–”

Every fibre in Lucifer’s existence tensed. In that moment, The Radio Demon was suddenly very aware of what the problem was from the beginning. And it was hilarious.

“Y-you! You–” He wheezed between a laughing fit, leaning on the base of a pointer for support, “You? You’re scared I’ll get hurt by you?! Hah! I’ve always taken you for a king, but a jester? Bravo, Sire! I haven't seen such a marvelous performance since the Iroquois Theatre Fire of 1903!” 

A gleam of moonlight brushed his vision. His giggling died down to find a crystal clear orb floating in the air. Another dancing around them. And another. All mingling with the night sky to reflect an aurora of colors. The eyes that had once remained hidden came into view, leaking droplets that never quite touched the earth.

And oh, Alastor realized. He’s crying. His ears wilted against his will, and adjusted himself accordingly to remedy the error. “I must admit, I never suspected an ancient being such as yourself was capable of fear.”

Of course I’m afraid! Lucifer curled into a tight ball, clouds slicing into ribbons as he brought all wings in on himself. Leaving Alastor stunned and alone, perched outside on a slightly shaky arm. Do you know how hard it was to show you this disgusting side of myself?

“Lucifer.” Alastor scolded back at the self-loathing a little too kindly for his liking.

Oh, don’t you Lucifer me! Sinners don't exactly like being reminded of Heaven. Especially the design of God's right hand. I must be a nightmare to you!

“And?”

A wing cracked open, thousands of surprised gazes peering back. Pardon?

“How does that apply to us?” Alastor arched an eyebrow. The fallen angel blinked, pearly tears unsticking from his crystalline lashes. A flustered heat rose to the wavering spots on his cheeks.

Alastor, I am literally Hell’s version of an atomic bomb.

“Mhm.”

I could kill you if I looked too hard. You could turn to ashes.

“Sounds exciting.”

Alastor!

“What was it you said just a second ago? ‘Don’t you Alastor me’? Honestly! I find it insulting that you would even question my strength, nor allow me the benefit of the doubt. Everything I’ve done up to this point, and further still, is by my design. If you ever hurt me, rest assured that I already knew the risks a thousand times over. Besides, recovering alone is incredibly unproductive. Take it from…my own personal experience.” Sharp claws tapped against the middle of his cane, “And besides, what would dear Charlie say if she saw you in such a state? Alone and helpless, losing control of his body? Poor thing would be worried out of her mind.”

…And you? Lucifer asked hopefully, the barrier between them cracking open a little more. Just a little more.

Alastor rocked on the back of his heels, bracing himself. “I suppose so.”

Finally the curtain parted, and Lucifer raised his hand to greet the other, leaning close with a soft, ethereal smile. Thank you I really–...r-really…

The telltale sign of a twitching nose. A hand rose to his face like clockwork. His caretaker opened his mouth to protest. But before he could, it moved instead to cup Alastor in a tight-knit shelter.

“HEH’ISHHHHUHHH! ISHHH’HUUUE! HH-HGHH-HUT’TTCHUUUE! ”

His wings snapped open at the force of every outburst, tree roots ripped from their homes and marigolds snapped at the stems. A billowing fog that spilled out turned from fire to dust and back, reshaping itself again and again until it settled on a light rain, creating puddles on the ground. And when twilight finally crept back into Alastor’s vision, Lucifer was sniffling thickly– unrestrained. Relaxed. Devoid of any concern or self-pity.

Briefly, Alastor wondered if this is how it felt to fly.

I cadd’t use your bladket, right? Do– “Snrfff!” Ugh, do we have more? He smiled sheepishly, holding up the sad pile of ash that once resembled a tissue.

“Pauvre ti bête! That sounded awful. I’ll see what I can do for your fever and nose.” Alastor hummed, signaling a small lift to press a kiss to his cheek. “And thank you for trusting me.”

[sebastian-solace-ask]

(hey sorry ik i just sent an ask but the sick ask inspired me)

MR-P stumbles into the room, accidentally tripping over their arms a few times. Their usual bright, friendly greeting that they normally said to Sebastian was instead replaced with grunts of pain. They had no physical injuries though? They were clutching their lower stomach, though.

“H-hey… Sebastian…” They tumbled to the floor with a soft thud.

“Got any tylenol?”

"Uff.." [Sebastian gently picked up the expendable and plopped them on his tail.] "why did they send you here like this.." [he grumbles and grabbed a medkit, giving the expendable some medicine] "rest. ill take care of anything else."

(ITS FINE BTW)

[tia-amorosa]

Sunset Died - Hatch/Frio

New, old Friend

Emma ran over to him with quick steps until she was standing close behind him. "Hey, are you ignoring me?". He slowly turned to face her. And looked her up and down, he was simply shocked. "You… you're alive? How?"/ "It's all a longer story… It's nice to see you, it's nice to finally be here again"….

"I…I really don't know what to say, Emma, so…It's really a miracle that you're standing in front of me and so…". . "I'm that slim? Hnhn, I've been walking a lot in the last few months…"/ "Really… And where have you been? Were you alone?"/ "No, I wasn't and I didn't come back alone either. Blair and Cyclone are back here too"/ "really? Are you all all right?".

Connor's shocked face slowly relaxed, but he was still a little perplexed. "Yes, you're all right, shall we say, according to the circumstances?"/ "Why, what happened? Sorry, but I have a lot of questions… A lot has happened here too, as you can see". He looked to the side, down the street. Where there should be a road, there was now just a wide path that people used to get from A to B. "mhm, I know. can we maybe go inside and talk there?"/ "Sure".

Connor let Emma into the house. And Emma was a little surprised. "This is the Andrews' house, isn't it? Are you living here now?"/ "mhm, for now, until I find somewhere habitable again…"/ "uff, okay. They wouldn't exactly be my favorite if I were looking for a place to stay". He shrugged his shoulders. "I couldn't help it, we even have to sleep in the same room"/ "eww, and you have to put up with Beau naked?"/ "no… But he looks better, healthier. Why don't you sit down…".in

Emma sat down on the sofa. It was still the same one that had been here before the disaster. Everything was relatively well preserved, except for the upper floor of the house, which was almost completely destroyed. "Everything okay?"/ "huh? Yes,… Yes, everything's fine, it's just… you're here now and I have to process this first, hnhn"/ "hnhn. hii, it's really me".

"yes, it's you…h-hh…". He took a deep breath and Emma realized that something was on his mind. "Hey, something's wrong, isn't it? Is it because of me? Or… Hey, what about your brother?". Connor paused for a moment before continuing. "He's not there anymore, Emma… He was just too stupid to listen to me. Right up until the end I told him to just leave that fucking car…"/ "I'm sorry about that…"/ "Don't be, we all know what he was like…"/ "But he was your brother".

"yeah, was. Man, even Claire was killed by those fucking things and he had just found out from her that he was going to be a father… Do you think he cared?". Emma breathed a loud sigh of relief and gave him a little pat on the room. "Maybe not. Really, I'm so sorry about that, for the baby too…"/ "I would have made friends with the idea of taking care of it myself, if she had managed it…"/ "mhm". Emma was shocked by the news that his brother and Claire, who was pregnant at the time, were no longer alive. "what do you do all day, Connor?".

Connor realized that she wanted to divert attention from the subject a little. He was even a little grateful for that. "tz, well, what do I do? There's still plenty to do, people still need help with the renovations. At least we're using everything that's available to us here. Everyone helps everyone, and I… I recently picked up a pen again, I haven't been able to do that for a long time… basically I'm as boring as ever, but I'm getting involved"

Emma looked at him with a small blink and smiled as she scrutinized him a little: "hm, so you were never really boring, at least not for me. And you've lost weight too…"/"Well, with the downside that it doesn't look as good on me as it does on you," he joked a little. "hn, thanks."/ "I'm serious. Have you had a look around?"/ "mhm, a little, yes, and I'm surprised at how much has been rebuilt here. Who actually lives here with whom now?".

Connor had of course not only made it his business to help the others rebuild their homes, he also kept a little record of who was still living here in the town, who wasn't and he also knew a little about who was now in a relationship with whom. So he told Emma how he and the others had fared here over the last few months.

After the two of them had spent almost two hours talking about everything they had experienced in the last few months, they slowly became much more relaxed. "Really, you brought chickens here?"/ "Hnhn, yes, they're still in my room and pooping all over the place"/ "Hehe, you should build them a shelter as soon as possible. I know where there's enough wood".

"Show me later, okay? I gave the chickens something to eat earlier, I think they'll manage without me for a few more hours. Hm, is there anywhere around here you can have a bit of fun, Connor? I've only seen green forests for many months, I need something colorful again." Connor remembered that Emma also liked to socialize. "Hmm, maybe I know something. I don't know if there's anything going on there today or tomorrow". She looked at him and smiled a little mischievously. "just show me" / "so… okay, let's go then".

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End of this Part

@greenplumbboblover 😊

[keinbutterdieb]

Folge 1056 Ich mag es wirklich, dass das mit den Challenges bis zum Ende immer wieder Thema ist. Das sind einfach so Julia und Colin. Und bring mir Othello mit. Das Letzte ist ja wohl eher ein Service. Uff, die Stimmung im Zimmer ist SO heftig angespannt. "Keine Sorge, heute Abend bin ich weg." 😢 Aw, Joel guckt nur hilflos. "Okay. Hier sind wir sicher, er ist schon losgegangen. Also, es gibt drei gute Gründe, warum du hier bleiben solltest." Aww, ach, Joel. Er versucht alles. ❤️ "Und drittens?" "ich mach deine Hausaufgaben bis zum Ende des Schuljahres." 🥺❤️ "Es muss doch irgendwas geben, das dich umstimmt." "Sorry, ich freu mich einfach total auf Julia. Und dass ich Noah nicht mehr sehen muss." "Was, wenn du Noah hier nicht mehr sehen müsstest?" "Okay." Schultertätscheln. "Challenge accepted." Joel und Frau Schiller. "Es gibt da dieses Problem. Wegen den Geräuschen. Er schnarcht." "Noah?" "Ja. Ich kann einfach nicht mehr richtig schlafen. Und ohne Tiefschlafphase verringert sich meine Produktivität und damit verschlechtern sich auch meine Noten. Sie verstehen." Er gibt echt alles!! "Wir wollen doch beide nicht, dass Noah meine Karriere ruiniert." Sie bietet ihm Ohrstöpsel an. "Noah ist so laut, dass mein ganzes Bett vibriert." 🤣 "Was machst du da?" "ich bau ne Trennwand. Das wird den Schnarchpegel signifikant verändern." Ach, Joel!! ❤️ "Ich hab alle Module so gelegt, dass du ihm auf gar keinen Fall über den Weg laufen kannst." Joel!! 🥺 Noch ein Schultertätscheln. Der Aufkleber! Zutritt nur 7-8 h. mekdjujekwjduekwjd "Du willst doch nur deinen Business-Partner nicht verlieren. Wenn du ein echter Freund wärst, würdest du darauf hören, was Colin wirklich will, und nicht auf Krampf darum betteln, dass er bleibt. Einen Scheiß weißt du von Freundschaften." Nach dieser Ansage gerade kaum vorstellbar, dass sich Noah und Joel später dann tatsächlich mögen. "Ich hab's echt verbockt." "Warum denn du?" "Ich war kein guter Freund." Noahs Worte haben ganz schön gesessen. (Ab jetzt gucke ich übrigens mit ein paar Tränen in den Augen weiter, mit dieser Szene hatten sie mich endgültig. 😭❤️) "Weißt du was? Du bist toll. Wie du an Dingen dranbleibst und in Themen aufgehst, das ist echt inspirierend." "Du bist auch toll. Ich mag deine tausend Ideen. Wirklich, und deinen Enthusiasmus. Das werd ich echt vermissen. Du bist ein richtig guter Freund, Joel." Diese Szene ist so schön. 😭❤️ "Du weißt schon, dass Colin geht? Also, jetzt." Diese traurige Musik. "Wir warten darauf, dass du endlich gehst. Blödmann." 😭❤️ "Du kannst ihn doch nicht einfach so gehen lassen." "Doch." "Was ist denn los mit dir? Du sagst, ich bin kein echter Freund, aber du hast nicht mal den Arsch in der Hose, runterzugehen, und ihm Tschüss zu sagen. Ich war für Colin da, du weißt nicht, was echte Freundschaft ist." Uff. "Colin geht nur wegen dir. Und ich wünschte echt, es wäre umgekehrt. Arsch!" "Warte." Dieser Moment, wenn Colin sich zu Joel umdreht, ist für mich der traurigste Momente der ganzen Nolin-Reise. Dass Colin bis zum Ende hofft, dass Noah doch noch auftaucht, zerstört mich ein bisschen. Und es ist so so so gut gespielt. Die Umarmung. 🥺😭❤️ "Damit du mich nicht vergisst." 😭❤️ "Mach's gut, Joel." 😭❤️ Noah, der weinend in Colins Bett liegt!! 😭😭❤️ Ich muss mich jetzt erst einmal kurz etwas erholen. Natürlich tut das alles höllisch weh, ich finde die Folge aber auch sehr stark und einfach soo gut gespielt. Ich kann wirklich erahnen, wie das war, wenn man die Folge live gesehen habt, fühlt euch alle einfach mal im Nachhinein von mir virtuell gedrückt, wenn ihr mögt. ❤️ Der Gedanke daran, dass am Ende alles gut wird, ist für mich sehr tröstlich. Was ich eben beim Gucken auch gedacht habe und sehr mag: in Folge 1078 umarmt Colin auch wieder fleißig Leute, aber diesmal ist Noah dann bei ihm. ❤️

[seaxsatoru]

𝓤𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵 𝔀𝓮 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷 - 𝓴𝓪𝓴𝓪𝓪𝓷𝓴𝓸

- ᡣ𐭩 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: Where instead of Kurenai and Asuma, it's kakashi who dies during a mission and Anko finding out about the news.

- ᡣ𐭩 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: de@th/grief, emotional distress, pregnancy, loss of loved one, slight fluff?, sad ending.

- ᡣ𐭩 𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻’𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮: It is not exactly what happened in the anime but I got inspired by that incident.

Bear in mind, there might be some spelling errors here and there so don't come for me and be kind this is just a work of fiction🤍 Enjoy!🤍

“Huh?” was all she could manage to say.

Naruto, one of Kakashi's students, came to Anko and Kakashi's shared home early one night. "H-he's gone, Miss Anko," he repeated, tears threatening to spill.

Anko’s shock didn’t waver even after hearing the boy say it twice. Her eyes widened and her lips parted, refusing to believe what she had heard.

When it truly hit her, she felt her legs losing strength. She fell to her knees, and Naruto was quick to catch her, preventing her from collapsing further.

Anko knew this mission would be dangerous. Before Kakashi left, she had tried to stop him, but without success.

“Do you really have to go on this mission? It’s dangerous,” Anko asked with concern as they walked towards their home.

Kakashi stopped and turned to face her, letting out a sigh of affection. “Trust me, Anko,” he said, gently touching her growing bump. “I will not leave you two alone.”

“Uff, I guess I have to trust you then,” she pouted with a slight tease, crossing her arms over her chest. “But promise you’ll come back to us,” she added, pointing a finger at his toned chest.

Kakashi chuckled. “I promise.”

Naruto had already gone home, leaving Anko alone. But before he left, he had managed to pass on Kakashi's last words for her, even though it was hard for him to say. “Anko, please take care of yourself and our child. Don’t cry for me; live your life. I love you so much.”

Anko’s hand covered her mouth as more tears streamed down her face, his last words echoing in her mind. “I love you too,” she whispered between sobs to the man who no longer existed.

Anko cried and cried, his words repeating in her mind, along with all the memories they had shared.

“What do you think is a good name for a boy or girl?” she had asked him one relaxing night as they sat on the sofa. Kakashi didn’t answer immediately, just admiring her beautiful features. Pregnancy really made her glow.

When Anko noticed he had been staring, she blushed and playfully hit his shoulder. “Stop that,” she said with a smile.

“What? I can’t admire my beautiful wife?” he teased. Anko blushed even harder. Despite being married for three years, she still wasn’t used to being called a wife, but she liked it.

“Okay, answer me this time. What do you think is a fitting name for a boy or a girl?”

Kakashi thought for a moment. “For a girl, I think Setsuna. And for a boy—”

“Sakumo,” Anko interrupted.

Kakashi’s eyes widened. He hadn’t expected to hear his father’s name. “Why?”

“He was a hero, after all, and your father whom you loved,” Anko replied.

Kakashi chuckled, at a loss for words. “Thank you, Anko,” he said, leaning in to give her a gentle kiss.

“You promised!” she cried over and over, her soul aching with the loss. That night, she neither slept nor ate.

A week had passed since Kakashi’s death. Anko attended his funeral, flanked by Kurenai and Asuma, who ensured she wasn’t alone during this difficult time. They had taken great care of her, especially now that she was pregnant. The funeral went smoothly, without any intrusions or attacks.

Anko brought flowers to place on his grave and laid a hand on the stone.

“Rest well, my love,” she whispered. “Until we meet again.”

[malaks-perch]

uff, this is an assassin au with no specific character, please let me know who you'd like to see with this. nonspecific gender neutral reader, that could change. reader's parents are considered enemies to the crown basically and our reader doesn't know because they live deep in the woods. there may be mild mentions of violence, but not enough for a community label, lmk if you think differently bc i dont want anyone triggered by mild mentions of knives and death. this is probably like 0.3k words.

let the author know you enjoyed it

i have thoughts of an assassin from the towering pillars and bustling crowd of the city weaving their way through clusters of whispering trees and through the spotted shadows conducted by the canopy above. it's probably the afternoon and the orders are deep in the woods, the offspring of some enemy to royalty is to be disposed of and left exactly where they were in the deep neck of these woods—

but the assassin stops.

the trees whispering halts and the breeze is so light that it doesn't keep the hair out of the assassin's face. they must push it back and they squint, kneeling in the underbrush at the target.

laid in the grass, a gaggle honk low and wiggle their feathery rumps as one dips it's head to regard the book in hand, but it's tilted so said goose may have a better look. laid underneath the shade of a dogwood, petals and grasses framing spotted ducks and you, the bastard of the miserable enemy of his master.

"now, mr. pekin, be warned this is not to be repeated to anyone else. we don't want gran's recipes getting out to jem or we'll have ourselves some trouble." you point an accusatory finger at the goose and it, mr. pekin, wags his fluffy little tail feathers and turns his head petulantly.

huh.

it seems your parents, with their lack of disregard for human life and treason for giving away secrets, are nothing compared to you who tell geese to behave as if they'll tell anyone of your recipe for gooseberry pie.

the assassin huffs an amused sound. how ironic. how coincidental, they think as they meet the eyes of a goose, mr pekin to be exact and mr pekin is furious.

the goose honks a shrill sound, smacking you in the face with it's bared wings as it waddles fast into the bushes and the assassin falls back without as much of a rustle with their hand in the grass before turning back right on time to curl a fist around the head of mr. pekin and the honking of his becomes muffled when the assassin's index and thumb curl around it's bill and the other catches the webbed, clawed feet that scratch through the assassin's trousers.

"mr pekin."

both individuals freeze. mr pekin and the assassin pause in their entanglement, one readies a wing while the other a knife for the same reasons, but with different targets.

"come on back," you call and the assassin ducks lower into the bushes to see that you're knelt by the base of the flowery tree and the other geese flap their wings nervously.

mr pekin takes a cheap shot at the assassin when their guard is lowered and is released from their hold. the goose honks and the assassin flinches back, ready for another fight with the bird as it glowers at him before it turns with it's head tipped up high and waddles slowly out the bush.

you allow the goose to come near, scooping the beast in your arms, and counting the others as you tuck your book into your apron pocket. retelling the geese that they have an obligation to their duties of eating slugs from your gardens and you of your chores before the sun begins to set, but the words become lost the further and further you go.

one throw and the dagger at the assassin's thigh could complete the job here and now, but...

the assassin's eyes flicker to you. your smile, the gentle way you guide the ducks, how you don't even bother to check over your shoulder like your father did every day since the assassin tailed him before his conviction in the papers. you can't be like them.

the assassin buttons the sheath and raises from his hiding spot when you're out of sight.

not you, the assassin thinks.

every lie, deception, and betrayal they've seen, this surely isn't one of them. not when you live so peacefully unaffected by the influence of your parents. there are flickers of choice between every target: who to subdue and who to let leave and who must inevitably be disposed of for fear of their rot.

you aren't of the dark or the blood of your parents. in you the assassin only sees life and it's succession.

you will not die today.

the trees whisper again and the assassin returns to the city with a bloodless knife.

[bego447]

The Bad Batch Reacción episodios 1, 2 y 3, temporada 3

🟡ESPAÑOL: ¡Hola a todas las personas que lean esto!

No suelo ser muy activa en Tumblr, solo a veces cuando salen capítulos nuevos de mis series favoritas (The Bad Batch). Pero con esta tercera y última temporada de Bad Batch he decidido que voy a subir por aquí mis reacciones y lo que escribo según voy viendo los nuevos episodios.

He visto a algunas personas que lo hacen y es algo que me gusta, porque principalmente refleja mucha emoción, que puede parecer exagerada pero es completamente real.

Siempre que veo esta clase de cosas es en inglés, pero como mi idioma natal es el español me resulta más fácil dejarlo en este idioma, tal y como me salga en el momento (me veo las series en inglés así que puede haber mezcla de estos dos idiomas).

Dicho esto, aquí van mis reacciones 100% genuinas y reales a los tres primeros episodios de la temporada 3 y final de The Bad Batch:

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🔴 ENGLISH: Hello to all the people reading this! I'm not usually very active on Tumblr, only sometimes when new chapters of my favorite series (The Bad Batch) come out. But with this third and final season of Bad Batch I have decided that I am going to upload here my reactions and what I write as I watch the new episodes.

I've seen some people do it and it's something I like, because it mainly reflects a lot of emotion, which may seem exaggerated but it's completely real.

Whenever I watch these kinds of things it's in English, but since my native language is Spanish it's easier for me to leave it in this language, as it comes to me at the moment (I watch the series in English so there may be a mix of these two languages).

That said, here are my 100% genuine and real reactions to the first three episodes of season 3 and finale of The Bad Batch:

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AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

No me puedes empezar así!! 😭😭

¡¿Por qué lo primero que se escuche es el "when have we ever followed orders?" 😭😭

Oye, pero esto es un tráiler. xD Es como un trailer de la temporada 2.

M.count… ahí está otra vez, enlazando todo con todo…

Mi reacción al clon temblando: 😶🙁🥺😣😖😞😭

Ohh se hizo una Lula de paja 🥺🤲🏼

Como 2 minutos estuve con la boca abierta tras ver a Omega con coleta y darme cuenta de las marcas en la pared con la cantidad de tiempo que había pasado 😱😱😭

Lo acabo de calcular, son unos 5 meses. Y en la escena anterior habían pasado 21 días (ahora 150).

Emery le ha devuelto el muñeco 🥺🥺

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Okey, episodio 2. Este al menos no va a ser tan depresivo.

Uy, el tío este

Uff, sus armaduras… Como se nota que ya no está la República para darles una nueva cada vez que se les rompe 😪

Hasta el Havoc está medio desgastado. Claro, no está Tech para repararlo y mimar la nave 😢

Noooo, las gafas!! 😭 Y Lula!!

"The last time we stormed an Imperial base without backup,…" Esa pausa. Su mirada… 😭😭😭 El TRAUMA (me refiero a mí, no a él xD)

"not all of us… made it out." 😭😭😭 Por qué Wrecker tiene que ser el más sensato? (no es la primera vez)

"Regs." 🥺

"Defective *and* effective." 😂🤣😭😂 Necesitaba que Wrecker me hiciera reír.

"She's… part of our squad." 😭 Sus caras 😭

¿Por qué ese tal Mox se ve tan guapo? 😳

"We've lost people too…" 😭

Van a por Gonky 🤩🥺

El tema de los clones 😭😭😭😭 (justo cuando el chico dice "A lot's changed")

Gonky!!!! Y Wrecker le lleva al revés 🤣

Ahora de repente por momentos tengo la esperanza de que al final de la serie van a acabar todos reunidos y va a ser un final feliz 🥺😭 (Wrecker y Hunter están buscando a Omega, que está con Crosshair intentando escapar. Supongo que poco a poco H y W irán recaudando pistas y acercándose más al objetivo final, entonces en algún momento acabarán todos juntos y reunidos de nuevo 😭 (también Tech que entre medias aparecerá revelándose a los personajes que no estaba muerto 😭))

WTF is that? 😨😖

[no audible dialogue] 😭😭 Hunter tan enfocado en lo suyo que ni escucha lo emocionados que los demás cuentan su historia 😭

Wrecker le acaricia el pelo al chaval 🥺

"An island." Aahhh siuuu, van a llevar a los chicos a Pabu 🥺���

Wrecker poniéndole la mano a Hunter en la espalda 🥺🥺🥺 Vivo por esos gestos

Es que hasta Wrecker está madurando 🥺 se le nota en la cara

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Ok, let's go! Capítulo 3.

Aún me cuesta hacerme la idea de que Omega haya crecido tanto. 🥺🥹🥲 Sabía que lo haría pero… no tanto tan rápido 😢

¿No será este el capítulo en el que escapen, no? Algo va a salir mal. Probablemente bastante mal. 😢

Esa música… Se viene Palpatine

¡Oh, Dios! Los guardas con su color rojo me molan mucho 😍🤩

Ay Dios, mira esos ojos 😖🤩😰

Oh, jajaja, se tragarán las palabras de Crosshair.

¡¡SIUUU!! ¡ESO ES! 💪🏻 ¡Dales, Cross! 💪🏻

Va va va. Dime que pueden salir de ahí. Dime que lo logran…

Jajajajaja. ¿Te imaginas que le roban la nave al Emperador? 😂😂😂 Por favor y gracias!

Sí, sí, sí, sí. Ese es un buen plan, Omega. Suena bastante bien para las opciones que tenéis. 🥺

Estaba pensando ahora en cómo realmente Hemlock es de las personas más importantes del Imperio en estos momentos. Y pensábamos que ya teníamos bastantes con Vader, Tarkin, Thrawn…

"You got us this far. And we're not done yet." YEAAAH Así se habla Crosshair! 😭💪🏻

Tech metion 😭😭 Y la sonrisa de Crosshair cuando lo dice 🥺

Ohh! Cuando se apaga el visor del Clon Comando :O

No puede ser que vayan a lograrlo… No puede ser… Y todo porque justo salió el resultado de la muestra de Omega. LANECESITAN VIVA 😭🥺

SIIIIUUUUU!! LO LOGRARON ¡Saltaron al hiperespacio!

Ayyy, quiero ver qué pasa con Cross y Omega después 😩

[lovejustforaday]

Gay Pride Anthems (According to Me) - Tristan

Tristan - Patrick Wolf

Genres: Folktronica, Goth Rock, Art Pop

Okay, so this one is definitely gonna be stretching the definition of a "gay pride anthem" quite generously, but hear me out on this one.

There's an undeniable anthemic, queer anti-hero energy festering under the darker lyrics and theatrical mannerisms of Patrick Wolf's 2005 single "Tristan", and I'm gonna tell you all about it.

THE ARTIST

Patrick Wolf is an openly queer and largely subversive singer/songwriter originating from London, UK.

He's a millennial indie folk artist, so naturally he had his big heyday in the latter half of the 2000s, when artists such as Sufjan Stevens, Fleet Foxes, Joanna Newsom and the like were becoming big names in the indie music sphere. The Big Indie Folk Boom of the 2000s, might I call it, which indirectly lead to the subsequent (shudder) Star Bucks Folk or "Stomp Clap Hey" Boom of the early 2010s.

Patrick Wolf has described himself at different times in the past as bisexual, though in more recent interviews he has identified himself as a gay man. Patrick has also remarked in the past how his record labels have tried to pin him down, pushing him to embrace a more camp gay archetype and less of the soft, mildly androgynous energy and aesthetic he often cultivates.

I discovered Patrick's music fairly early on in my coming out years of high school and my freshman year of university. The song in question today was actually one of my first favourite songs from an explicitly queer indie artist, even before I discovered more contemporary artists like Perfume Genius if I am remembering correctly.

To this day, I've still only listened to Patrick's 2005 LP Wind In The Wires, an LP which I highly recommend as a somewhat forgotten classic of its era. The record marries theatrical, angsty poetics and macabre cabaret with beautiful, nocturnal folk chamber music and art pop eccentricities. There's also elements of indie rock in the mix.

It's the kind of record I imagine Oscar Wilde might've made if he was born at the end of 20th century and decided to become a musician (Take that with a metric ton of salt - I read like one or two Oscar Wilde poems in high school).

I'd also highly recommend "The Libertine" and the title track off of that record for a better picture of his unique artistic style. But today, we're gonna be talking about the GAYEST song on the record which is definitely "Tristan".

THE SONG AND WHY IT SLAPS

My name is Tristan...and I am alive.

ugh. uff. HAAHHH ✨

"Tristan" is the vampiric ballad of a man who is a miserable lone wolf and walking contradiction. It's also a complete and total fucking banger, the likes of which is so rarely achieved through such a bizarre approach to pop songwriting.

The track opens with these hollow, mildly grating acoustic guitar twinges, before it all comes together with an accordion riff, piano stabs, and electronic filtered drums and effects creating a very awkward, hiccup-y rhythm. I feel like "Tristan" is wading through swamp water and digging his feet out of sink holes as he pleads his story to whoever will listen.

Patrick snarls and grunts, performing as a sort of beastly creature, and yet an elegant gentleman with his romantic declarations during the chorus. The performance could've been much too goofy in the hands of a lesser talented vocalist, but Wolf pulls it off. Hell, he doesn't just pull it off - he knocks it out of the park.

The lyrics offer the perspective of someone who feels he is monstrous and at war with himself. lines like "I am the victim / but I'm the murderer" paint the picture of self-destruction and self-loathing. But despite his woes and general misery, he compiles his identity together in the chorus with the iconic affirmation that, ultimately, "[he is] Tristan, and [he is] alive". This song is just filled with awesome. It's original, it's dark, it's symbolic, and it's catchy as all hell, even though it probably shouldn't be for how oddly it's conceived. Lesser-known gems like this song are the ones that get me really excited to post my silly little reviews on this music blog that maybe four or five people read each time, because if I can even get just one more person to listen to it, then it will feel like a huge accomplishment on my end.

WHY IT'S GAY

I could just state the obvious that "It's by a gay man and it's about another man so it's gay", but I think we all can dig a little deeper with our queer analysis than that, can't we? Let me offer my interpretation. Have you ever noticed that like, a lot of gay men carry a significant burden of self-loathing? Or how many times have you felt as a gay man, or any type of queer person for that matter, that you were essentially a beast because of the way that society and especially religion has cast you into the role of the dangerous "other"?

Of course, feeling like a monster in the eyes of society in the way that the eponymous Tristan clearly does, will often lead down paths of self-destruction and self-harm. Indirect ways of trying to disengage or even disappear from a world that feels full of rejection for you as a person.

In the gay male community especially, I've seen this manifest a lot in the forms of substance abuse, as well as the phenomenon some psychologists and social scientists are referring to as "sex as self-injury". I have known of, and even met a few Tristans in my life time, and many of us have some degree of a Tristan personality inside of us to varying extents. In a different timeline, I could've even become a full-on Tristan myself, and I was certainly not terribly far from it during my worst years. it's very easy to interpret this song just as a cautionary tale, so why should I include this in a list of "gay PRIDE" anthems? Well, it's complicated.

Pride isn't always the way that mainstream media depicts it. It's not always bright pink feather boas and sunny days and big beautiful happy gay couples and radiant drag queens.

Sometimes pride is just having the ability to wake up the next morning and the will to press on. It's having the self-respect to fight for your autonomy to live as the person you truly are.

Tristan states it himself. He might be all of these things: troubled, a tragedy, a victim, metaphorically fucked, but he is also clearly not willing to give up. He's "working for joy on overtime", fighting for his happiness. He is Tristan, and he is alive, and that's just a little bit uplifting, isn't it? It is often the music that acknowledges the pain in this world, and tells you to press on despite everything, that has gotten me through my darkest hours. That includes, of course, having to navigate all of the bullshit homophobia online and in the real world.

And it's never that far off - I live in the statistically gayest province of one of the most LGBTQ-friendly countries in the world, and there was still a reported hate crime in my own city this year. Patrick Wolf himself was once the victim of a hate crime by bouncers at a concert, and experienced relentless bullying in his school years. "Tristan" is very likely informed by his lived experiences.

Don't get me wrong - when I'm feeling my oats and going to a gay club, I expect to be dancing to some loud and proud disco bangers. We need that kind of music in the community to empower us and give us that collective hope.

But there is definitely a much needed place as well for more complex, bittersweet, and even tragic gay anthems in the lives of gay men, and all queer people in general. We need anthems that tell our stories without any pretenses. We need to hear that our pain is real, just as much as we need to be told to keep going.

So thank you Patrick Wolf, for this unsung timeless classic. May Tristan, and all the Tristans in all of us one day heal from our scars.

[tgrailwar-zero]

We're not that weird looking, are we...? 🥺

IZOU: "Yeah."

ORION: "You are."

MUSASHI: "Uff, brutal... H-hey! Don't listen to those guys. One of them's a bum and the other's a cheap toy. If it's any consolation, back during your… uh… 'darker' phase, you were more 'terrifying and inhuman', so 'weird' is actually an improvement! Sigurd did a good job!"

IZOU: "You see how even after saying all that she didn't even try to lie and deny that they looked weird to smooth things over?"

ORION: "A real honest gal, huh? One after my own heart."

IZOU: "Wait, did she just call me a bum?"

ORION: "Whad'dya mean 'cheap'...?"

[ni--goki]

Kaede Rukawa & Ryota Miyagi (The First Slam Dunk)

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"El juego no termina hasta que te das por vencido."

Dibujos de Ryota y Rukawa porque el domingo vi "The First Slam Dunk" y ME ENCANTÓ

Slam Dunk es un anime/manga que se lo he recomendado a mis amistades (y familia) porque la considero una excelente serie; para mí, Slam Dunk es el anime de deporte por excelencia, y la película culmina con esta historia de manera magistral.

Así que muchas gracias a Konnichiwa Festival por hacer posible que pusieron esta película en los cines de este lado del mundo.

Y la espera valió cada momento.

Sé que no hay manera de que él lea esto, pero un mega agradecimiento al autor Takehiko Inoue por brindarnos esta historia y expandir un poco más sobre los personajes con los que me encariñé tanto con su determinación para seguir adelante y para superar obstáculos (y sus payasadas que nunca fallan en hacerme reir.)

En serio, palabras me faltan para describir el H Y P E que sentí leyendo cada juego del manga, y ahora, ver el juego contra los campeones, animado?

Fue sublime. Y aún conociendo el final, la película me aceleró el corazón de emoción. Básicamente yo estaba como Norio apoyando a Shohoku en el cine.

Mi única inconformidad, fue con el cine que no dió ni los boletos conmemorativos ni el vaso de esta edición ): y yo, como coleccionista, me quedé con las ganas- y el poster de la película allá arriba, pues qué onda? (': pero bueno, lo importante es que la vi, la amé, y la quiero volver a ver!

Recomiendo The First Slam Dunk si te gusta:

Buena historia

Soundtrack estelar ( el tema de Dai Zero Kan? uff!)

Increible animación (me encanta como se ven las texturas en las líneas)

El Deporte (sobre todo Basketball)

(Rukawa!)

Anime (particularmente, Slam Dunk ;)

Fui a ver la película con alguien que no ve anime ni conocía de Slam Dunk, pero jugó Basketball, y le dió su sello de aprobación a esta joya.

The First Slam Dunk ha sido premiada este año como "Animación del Año" en Japan Academy Film Prize, y bien merecido.

Hasta aquí mi review de esta película que, en efecto, es cine

P.D. También recomiendo otras obras de Inoue; Vagabond y Real

P.D.2. Te amo, Mitsuito

[a-bucket-of-trash]

Bonds Like Tree’s Roots- Kelvin x Female Reader – P12

P11

Tags: :3 smuty * burns *

You two had hardly moved, you only went from standing to leaning back in the couch, holding each other as if you had met again after twelve tragedies, squeezing each other, rubbing each other's faces like a pair of kittens. And neither of you really wanted to do much more than that, not at the moment. You had an urgent need to give each other love, the purest and deepest love, to fill themselves with kisses and cuddling until you filled that hole that had been formed from loving each other without being fully reciprocated, that hole that friendship had not been able to fill.

"I'll be a bit rushed, but... can I start bringing my things?" Kelvin gently kissed your forehead "I mean, not right now... But soon..."

"Heck yeah" You smiled, resting your chin on his chest, looking at his attractive face "This house is not very big, I hope you don't have too much or we'll run out of space"

"Ex-soldier, I travel with little" He gently rubbed your cheekbone with his fingers, looking at you for a long time "Next Wednesday I start working, I'm going to save like crazy to give you a nice house, a motorcycle, and basically everything you ask for"

"Are you planning to spoil me?" You rubbed long down his firm stomach and waist.

"I'm don’t plan to do it, I'm going to" He softly kissed your lips.

"You know how I live, honey" You kissed him tenderly "I don't need much... Just you"

“Uff…” He laughed softly but long “I'm so happy you have no idea…” He cupped your face with both hands, looking into your eyes, enjoying your look “I love that we're going slow…”

"Well... I want to enjoy you properly..." You caressed his waist more "Besides, it's early... We'll have time today to see who faints first" You winked at him.

“Who was chopping trees with a concussion, an hour after falling out of a helicopter? Me” He kissed your face “Imagine what I can do now in bed”

"How scary" You teased him, also kissing his face.

"But let's not talk about that yet..." He purred, feeling you kiss his jaw and neck "Or better, yes... I'm not going to lie to you, I'm used to being horny with you around..."

"Sorry, I guess" You laughed, stroking him more "Would you like me to behave a little?"

"No, no..." He caressed your lower back for a long time "Tease me all you want, I love it"

"Sure?" You purred near his mouth, mischievously, touching his chest "Then don't start begging me"

"But I love getting to the point of begging..." He shuddered softly, feeling your body against his, your mouth leaving kisses on his neck and ear "God..." He swallowed "This is... i-incredible..."

"And it's just your neck," You purred.

"Yes... No... I m-mean" He rolled his eyes "This in... g-general... Having y-you..."

"Oh honey" You took his chin, delighted "How can you be overly sensual and terribly cute at the same time?"

"You tell me"

Kelvin held your neck to attract you more and kiss you, in that slow way that he seemed to like so much. It was as if part of himself was trying hard not to lose his temper, to focus mainly on you, to feel your warm body, your softness, your heart rumbling against his, on your tongue timidly finding his.

And yes, he loved it. To him, going slow was a hundred times more erotic and tempting than just jumping into bed right away. It was simmering instead of burning on a bonfire. And not only in the "before" moments, but also during. He was slow, deliberate, seeking to overstimulate over time, making love as if it were a sacred ceremony. If it had always been like this, now, with you, even more. He would squeeze every second like an alchemist creating gold.

"My g-gosh...you do like to kiss." You tried to breathe after a while.

"Mhm" He buried his face in your neck, kissing tenderly and deeply, feeling you tremble "I'm addicted to your scent" He purred, one of his arms chained to your waist "And just thinking... about your other scents..." He growled long.

"Kel..." You felt the hot wave run through you "H-honey..."

"Mmmm? Do you want to beg?” He kissed the base of your neck more "Not yet, love... Enjoy the agony a bit..."

You had almost begged him without realizing it. Your brain was beginning to cloud over and a certain desperation was bubbling in your body, craving growing with each touch of his fingers, with each kiss on your skin.

“B-bastard…” You chuckled, stroking his hair.

"What? It bothers you?" He smiled, looking at you, running his hands under your shirt, rubbing your sides "And that's me who has a certain bulge bothering"

“So…” You licked your lips, giving a clear message.

"So what?" He teased you slightly, looking at your mouth with interest, “What does my beautiful girlfriend want? Do you want to see the fruits of so much gym? You want to touch? Want to…?" He growled long "Feel me...?"

“S-stop it…” You complained softly, overly tempted.

"Oh no, stop is not going to be what I force you to say"

You saw him let you go, getting to his feet. He had an air of danger, his eyes burning like two embers, carrying the flutter in his chest hidden under his tight shirt, his pants screaming truths. With the strength gained from training and exercises, he held you, lifting you in his arms like the lady that you were.

You took his chin to kiss him, testing the desire on his lips, which had left a little aside the slow way, to kiss noticeably deeper, more passionate, grunting barely, without moving from the middle of the room. 

It was a slight relief to know that he was finally walking, still kissing you, towards your room.

P13

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