#HE WOULD LOSE IY

[kindaasrikal]

I literally shake each time i see post season 2 part 2 Jaya I will SOB when i see them again bro and none of you are helping

[strawberryblue-blog]

Love hate —Pablo Gavi

warnings: none. enemy to lovers, curses.

summary: from hate to love there is one step and a very short one.

words: +2.5k

You looked out the window when the storm began. The rain fell torrentially in the city while you locked yourself inside the house to protect yourself. Your friends were waiting for you at Ferran's house but the weather in Barcelona had surprised you with bad news.

"What are we going to do?" Pablo asked, sighing after lying on your couch for a while.

You did not say anything just looked out the window and prayed iy would stop. Everything was already very tense between you and the fact that it didn't stop raining didn't help.

You and Pablo didn't have a good relationship. In fact, it was terrible. From bad to worse. You tried to never get close to him, because when you did he would end up making you angry with his nonsense. But unfortunately for you, he was the only one who lived near your house and Ferran had forced him to pick you up to go celebrate his birthday.

"Could you stop wringing your fingers and answer already?" He grunted.

You was nervous. Being locked up here with Pablo was making your hair stand on end and you didn't know what to say or do. Did it have to rain like this just now?

Why, Universe?

You closed the curtains when lightning struck near you and covered your ears when the thunder sounded loudly. You heard a mocking laugh from Pablo but you ignored it, if there was one thing you didn't want to discuss right now. It could end in something bad and you didn't want to go to your best friend's birthday angry.

“Damn” you whispered simply. "Get your feet off the couch" you warned when you turned and saw Pablo.

"Stop being so you" he muttered mockingly, ignoring you.

"You stop being so you!" you repeated angrily. You walked over to him and swept his feet off your beautiful white couch.

You sat defeated next to him sighing. You were supposed to have left by now but the storm was still hitting the city.

The awkward and tense silence only made them sigh and snort. You got up from the couch taking your cell phone and wrote to your friend saying what was happening while Pablo watched you walk from here to there. The minutes passed and you continued moving around the place, all that was left was to wait but it was really something you were bad at.

"Stay still, you make me nervous" he asked rudely.

You rolled your eyes ignoring him. You didn't know what to do anymore and you were about to lose your mind if you just sat there.

The pressure on your waist made you stop, you squealed as you were pushed onto the couch.

“Idiot” you raised your voice, moving as far away from him as possible. Your party dress, which was a little short, had risen a little higher and Pablo smiled ironically, looking unscrupulous.

"Trying to impress someone?" He asked with a sarcastic tone of voice.

"Shut up," you said, adjusting your dress.

"Ferran perhaps?" he asked again, making you shake with rage.

It didn't bother you that he asked about Ferran, you had a very different relationship than yours with Pablo. But you were best friends although Pablo always joked that you were in love with Ferran.

"Why do you think I'm trying to impress someone?" you snapped angrily. "For having a dress?" He laughed ironically.

"Because you look like you're saying 'someone get between my legs please'." he murmured in a mocking tone.

You rolled your eyes again, resisting the urge to yell at him and throw him out of your house right now.

"You look like a..."

"A whore?" You interrupted him.

You were starting to get annoyed and you weren't going to let it go. You stood in your place in front of Pablo, staying close enough to face him.

You weren't one of those girls to stay quiet and let them walk all over you. You knew Gavi was quite impulsive, but you weren't going to let him treat you like one of the others. If you had kept quiet until now it was to take care of your relationship with his friends, who were your friends too. But you couldn't stand Pablo being a misogynistic idiot anymore.

"Do you think a dress makes me a slut?" You insisted. Pablo just smiled with a certain pride. You clenched the fingers of your hands about to explode.

"You are an idiot, selfish and misogynist" you shouted, not being able to believe the situation.

"Wipe that damn smile off your face or..." you said again angrily.

“Or what, Y/n?” he stood up from his place.

You were face to face now and you were a little smaller compared to him but he didn't intimidate you. Not at all.

"I'm going to take it away from you!" You squealed making him laugh out loud.

Oh no. You were already furious, you were red with anger, your fists clenched ready to defend yourself. Pablo still looked so calm and arrogant that it made you doubly angry.

Due to the small difference in heights, you raised your head to challenge him. Pablo was still smiling like a conceited fool, watching your teeth grind.

"What are you going to do Y/n?" he asked haughtily.

"I'm going to take that damn..." you couldn't finish.

Not when his hands held your red cheeks and his lips crashed against yours. Your body paralyzed and all the anger you had disappeared.

You tried to take his hands to push him away but your body made another movement, your hands moved to his hips, where you held him to return the kiss.

What the fuck was happening with you?

Neither the rain nor their discussion mattered at that moment. You just let him kiss and didn't stop him.

You did the complete opposite.

[madhatterbri]

Stop And Stare | HOOK

Summary: Reader once dated HOOK. They lock eyes at AEW Dynamite.

@99hook

"Come on," your friend, Ryan, whined. You were going slower than he wanted apparently. He grabbed your hand and dragged you towards floor seats. The seats were pretty amazing. The ring seemed so intimidating as it stood a few feet from you. "It's half-naked men and old men. Your daddy issues will love it here,"

You rolled your eyes at his back and sat down. The show was just starting. Ryan was right. The show was pretty entertaining. You booed, cheered, and even laughed. To say this was sports entertainment was an understatement.

"Last match. The girls love this one," Ryan smiled as the screens turned black. The name HOOK appeared in white. An unfamiliar song filled the arena. As expected, most of the women cheered.

A handsome brunette appeared at the top of the ramp. He was tall with most of his height coming from his legs. He wore a pair of simple shorts and white shoes. As he got closer to the ring, he started to look like a boy you went to school with.

"They don't introduce people by their real names?" You asked curiously. You knew HOOK's dad was once a wrestler. Wrestling had to be in his blood.

"I think it's like Tyler Sen.... something,"

"Senerchia?" You asked in shock. Your eyes widened. Heart pounding so loud iy deafened the cheering crowd. This couldn't be happening. He couldn't see you here. You shouldn't have come tonight. Internally you were cursing at yourself for being so stupid. You stood up from your seat to leave.

"What are you doing?" He asked louder than he intended. Ryan was worried about his friend's sudden erratic behavior. He grabbed your arm to pull you back down.

HOOK stood at the corner of the ring. His arms were crossed as he scanned the arena. The commotion gripped his attention. His brown eyes scanned the audience before locking on to you. You could see his expression change. His dark eyes filled with hurt and anger.

The stare down was painfully tense. He would have remained looking at you until the referee tapped him to focus on the match. You sat down painfully slow at your seat not wanting to cause more of a scene.

"What was that?" Ryan asked immediately losing focus on the match before him. "Spill,"

[serial-doubters-club]

Happy birthday, Lilyoftheshadow! Have an amazing day!

-From the IY Birthday Crew<3

Rating: G | Words: 209

Summary: Everyone around her is moving on with their lives, expecting Kagome to do the same, but she's not going anywhere.

Not without him.

Read on Ao3

To everyone else in the world, one year was a long time to wait for someone.

But not to Kagome.

Her friends begged her to move on, to let go of the boy with the strange-colored hair and the weird clothes. 

But she clung to every memory of him like it was air, to the sound of his voice which she'd ingrained into her mind, not that she could ever forget it.

Her family worried she was losing her mind, that while the rest of the world continued turning, she remained in the same place at the edge of that well waiting for it to give up and give way.

But she didn't care.

Everyone she loved tugged on her sleeve, begged her to come along, but she never budged.

Not in spring.

Not in summer.

Not in winter.

Kagome didn't care if no one understood her. No one knew her better than she knew herself. No one knew her better than he knew her.

And so she would wait for him. 

Another year passed, three-hundred and sixty five more days to change her mind, but her determination remained intact. 

Love would win, she knew it. 

Another 365 days later it did.

Love won all.

Love wins all.

Always.

[flowingsakura]

Heart of the Elite

Summary: Two high school students with heavy ambitions and a lot to lose come together at the prestigious Ouran Academy. Falling in love would be the worst outcome for both. After The Incident when Higurashi Kagome saves Ootori Kyoya's life, neither is prepared for the stifled chemistry that burns to life.

Is it too late for a new Ouran/IY crossover?

Sneak Peek👀

“Such a shame to see a beautiful flower such as yourself wilt. Your smile is too precious to be hidden by the desk,” a boy’s voice spoke above her. A hand tilted her chin up to stare into dazzling violet eyes. Kagome tilted her head to the side, too surprised to throw his hands off her face. Her brain malfunctioned as she made eye contact with a gorgeous blonde boy. He smiled at her with such sincerity it made her cheeks heat.

“Thanks, but I’m not a flower,” Kagome laughed awkwardly. Bewildered, her mind briefly remembered Shippo’s last declaration earlier about no kissing boys. Another brief, but dangerous thought passed through her mind. If all the boys here were all this attractive she was in trouble.

“Not! Pretty looks will not tempt me. I’m here on a mission, get it together, girl!” Kagome mentally chided. The boy tutted, dramatically smacking his hands on her desk. She jumped back in her seat in surprise. Suddenly, the boy leaned in so close Kagome could spot speckles of blue in his irises. Her blush deepened in earnest at his proximity.

“Don’t disregard your beauty so quickly, princess–!”

“Tamaki, it’s best if you stop there. People are beginning to stare.” A boy with dark hair and glasses placed a hand on the blonde’s shoulder. It was true, their classmates watched them with varying degrees of amusement and disgust. Glancing back toward the blonde, Kagome stifled a laugh watching the two boys in front of her. Complaints spilled from the blonde’s mouth as he was pulled away from her by the dark-haired boy.

[moonlit-stay]

(合 (HOP) Edition)

This is me writing out my thoughts of each song as I'm listening to them.

Feel free to ignore this😂

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Walkin On Water thoughts:

GOD THE THUNDEROUS VIBES ARE SO, SO VISUALLY STRONG FOR THIS AND I CANNOT EXPLAIN HOW MUCH I LOVE IT

MISS THAT ERA SO MUCH

HOW THE FUCK DO THEY ABSOLUTELY DEVOUR EVERYTHING THEY TOUCH AND BREATHE NE A R I'M LOSING IT

MY MUSICAL PIONEERS🥹😭

GOD THIS SONG IS SO GOOD, AND THE FITS???????

CHRISTOPHER???? SIR????

GOD, RAP LINES VERSESSSS

Bounce Back thoughts:

OH MYIS FUCKIND GOD

HIT ME PLEASE WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT RHE FUCK. DID FELIX SAY????

HELIOKDJDJSHSJXDK

OH MY FUCKKNG GOD MY JAW HOT THE FLOR

I'M GENUINELY TWEAKING THIS IS SODJXIEJEJEIDJDJDH

RHE FUXKKNG VOACALS?????@?#>#>×>×<'

OH MY FUCKKNG GOD THID SONG

BANG CHAN???? THE FUCKJNG CLAPS????

MY BRAIN GENUINELY CANNOT COMPREHEND THIS SONG IS REAL LOED HELP ME

U (feat. TABLO) thoughts:

OH I AM EXCITED FOR THIS ONE

OG DEAR GOD THE BEAUTIFUL FUCKINF VOCALS

I WILL NEVER GET OVER THE EVOLUTION OF HYUNJIN AND FELIX'S VOCALS I AM IN LOVEEEEEEE

FELIX'S VOCAL RANGE IS SO INSANE MY GOD

WE TRULY SNAGGED SOME OF THE BEST VOCALISTS IN THE INDUSTRY. ARGUE WITH THE WALL.

I LOVE THIS SONG OH MY GOD

Walkin On Water (HIP Ver.) thoughts:

FUCKING HITTTTTT MEEEEEEEEEEEE

I SAID THIS ABOUT THE ROCK VERSION OF LALALALA AND THE FESTIVAL VERSION OF CHK CHK BOOM, BUT THIS VERSION OF WALKIN ON WATER AT MUSIC FESTIVALS WOULD HIT SO GODDAMB HARD

OH J LIVE THSI

THE WAY THEYRE RELEASING THESE VERSIONS AS PART OF THE ACTUAL ALBUMS???? SO GOOD

THIS HITS SO HARD OH MY GOD

Railway (Bang Chan) thoughts:

I AM NOT FUCKJNG READY LORD GOD

OH MY FUCIJG FOS

JAW IS ON THE FLOOR I CANNOTTTTT44

I HAVEN'T HEARD THIS ALL THE WAY THEOUGH YET, SO I AM LOSING IT

CHRISTOPHER FUCKING BANG

GOD THIS IS SO, SO FUCKING GOOD I CANNOT EXPLAIN

I NEED TO JUNPTHIS MANS NONES GOD PLEASE

CAN'T WAIT TO HEAR WHO HE SAYS WROTE THESE LYRICS🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

A BRICK WALL HE PASSES ONCE A WEEK PROBABLY

Unfair (Felix) thoughts:

THE VISUALS FOR THIS FUCKING STAGE??????????

BEAUTIFUL ETHEREAL PRETTY, PRETTY BOY

HIS FUCKJNG VLICE

I WILL GO BANKRUPT FOR THESE VOCALS

I USED TO PRAY FOR THIS PLEASE

In all honesty, there's something about him being our sunshine and releasing songs like this that jumbles my brain. Such a bright, happy boy with deep, meaningful, and kinda sad songs :(

HALLUCINATION (I.N) thoughts:

AHHHHHHHH IM NOR RAEDY

OH MY FUCKKGN FOSF

THE...FUXKING...FITS...MY...BRAJN...

I CANT RHINK STRAUGHT

I STILL FUCKING HEAR "Girl, I wanna see you naked" AND I CANT FUCKING JNHEAT IY

NAWT HELPING MY CASE YANG JEONGIN

AHAHJDI O G MT SGUCK G FOSBH

THE MAKNAE RELEASING A SONG LIOE THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY, HE DOES NOT WANNA BE BABIED ANYMORE

Youth (Lee Know) thoughts:

PRETTY BOY LETS GOOOOO

THE UNVEIL TRACK FOR THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE IT I LOVE HIM LORD

I WILL NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE HIS VOICE

HE'S PERFECT

THIS SONG MAKES THE DEEPEST PARTS OF MY SOUL HAPPY

So Good (Hyunjin) thoughts:

VERSACE PRINCE FUCK THIS SHIT UPPPPPP

THIS IS SO HIS FUCKING VIBE OH MY GOD

MY FUCKING GODSDDDSSS

THIS IS SO FUCOING GOOD OG MY LORDDDDD

THE UNVEIL TRACK ON MY MINDDDDDDDDD

I LOVE SEEIMG HIM ENJOY PERFORMING AND THIS SONG IS JUST SO FUCKING PERFECT FOR THAT I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS

SEEING HKM HAPPY IS MY FAVORITE

OH MY FUCK???????

GODDAMNNNNNNNNNNNN

ULTRA (Changbin) thoughts:

YEEEEEEE3EEES

THINKING ANIUT THIS BUFF MANS STAGES FIT FOR THIS SONG LORD HAVE MERCY

WHO FUCKING KNEW WE WOUOD GO FROM SONGS LIKE STREETLIGHT TO DOODLE AND ULTRA🫠🫠🫠🫠

I LOVE THIS SO FUCKJNG BAD DUDE MH GOD

NEED HIM TO CHOKE ME OUT ACTUALLY???????

GODDAMNNNNDIXJ3HSUFIEJSH

Hold my hand (HAN) thoughts:

OUR FUCKING ROCKSTAR MUSICAL PRODIGY

OH THIS FUXKING VIBE

I LOVE HIS MUSICAL VIBE SO MUCH ITS JUST SO SO PERFECT

GOD HIS FJCKING VOICEEEEE

THERE TRULY IS NOTHKNG THIS MAN CAN'T DO GOD THE TALENT

NAME ONE TIME HE HAS NOT ABSOLUTELY KILLED HIS HIGH NOTES????? EXACTLY. AND THE CYCLE CONTINUES.

As we are (Seungmin) thoughts:

I WAS GENUINELY UPSET WHEN I REALIZED THIS IS THE LAST SKNG OF THE ALBUM??? EVEN TJOUGH IM HONNA BE LISTENING TO NOTHKNG BUT THIS ALBJM FOR OVER A MONTH STRAIGHT?????

THE UNIVERSE'S VOCALIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I COULD LISTEN TOBHIM FOREVER AND EVER MY CHRISTTTTTTT

SUCH AN INCREDIBLY BEAUTY VOICE FOR AN INCREDIBLY BEAUTIFUL MAN I LOVEEEEEE

THESE INDIVIDUAL SONGS ARE THROWING MY EMOTIONS ALL OVER THE GODDAMB MAP HAVE MERCY I BEG

GOD I LOVE HIM AND HOS PERFECT VOICE

THIS SONG IS SO SO BEAUTIFUL

ITS LIKE ANGELS ARE SINGING TO ME BRO GOOD LORD

Final thoughts:

As per usual, so insanely proud of my eight and I'm so glad I'm still here and just as eager to support them and their journey as I was last year, and all the years before that.

There has been so many instances where I've seen or heard these eight do something and thought, "there's truly no group who can do this like Stray Kids does," and that still heavily stands to this day. Nobody is doing it like them and I will die on this hill.

All that aside, I'm so proud to be a STAY and I can't wait to watch them continue to dominate this industry. I truly love my eight endlessly🥹

Also very excited for my albums to get here🫣

[dollivication]

MAJIMA PFP !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i was screaming and nutting THE WAY HE PETS HER HEAD????????????? OH MY GOD. I STARTED GIGGLING BRO I NEED HIM TO DO THAT TO ME

MAJIMA PFP!!!!! it was NOT expected but…. he just looked so cuteness… my little meiwmeiw…

THE WAY HE IS LOOKING UP SLIGHTLY… IM GOING TO LOSE NY MIND HE WOULD PET YOU WHILE YOURE SUCKING HIM OFF!!!! I NEED MAJIMA CREAM I NEED IY

[shady-scripter]

The Midst of Struggle

Hiiiii! I haven’t written something in a nice amount of time (: here you go lovelies!!!

It wasn’t every day that he woke up falling. Until today, he had only dreamt of falling down, down, down.

His hair rushed in the wind, his ears being bombarded with the screams of the wind. The screams of the wind?

“Old Man!” It was then that he had awoken from his daze. He felt his blood pumping in his chest faster than it should have. The adrenaline shot through his body like water searching for a container to fill. For a container to control.

He saw all eight of his boys above him. Warriors, Wind, Hyrule, Wild, Sky, Four, Legend, Twilight. They were all above him. At least he could keep an eye on them…

It was then that the Skyloftian had decided to dive, tucking his arms to his sides. It was a practiced dive, he could tell.

Time shuddered as he watched Sky come further down. “Wait!” He begged the boy to stop. If Sky fell to the ground first, he would surely die. Maybe if he could hold the boy-

“Armor! Take it off!” The boy yelled with, undoubtedly, all of his strength. There was no other way that Time could hear the boy with the wind howling in his ears.

Wait. His armor?

Time looked at his attire. The Skyloftian was right, he did have his armor on.

Time tilted his head back, just to see how much time he had left.

Maybe…thirty seconds…?

Time shook off the thought and went to work on his armor. He didn’t know where it would fall, but it wouldn’t fall with him in it.

With quick, practiced hands, Time’s armor was off in fifteen seconds. When it was fully off, it plunged to the ground and Time felt much lighter in the air. That’s when a hand took his. The hand of the Skyloftian’s.

“Hand on to my waist!” Time did as he was told. Sky used his second hand to grab on to the other end of his sailcloth. It was like time had slowed. It didn’t. The last few feet they fell were smooth and a lot less scary.

But that was only what Time dreamed. They were too close to the ground to lose so much momentum before they hit the ground.

Time felt the crack before he heard it. The searing pain in his leg only got worse when the Skyloftian landed. Time fell on his ass, groaning and moaning at the pain in his leg. He hadn’t even seen the damage, but he knew what was wrong.

He was sure that his leg was twisted in an unnatural way. He was scared to see how much damage had been done. He was scared of the adrenaline fully wearing off and the immense pain that would follow it.

Sky kneeled down to Time and heard the sounds of his landing successors.

“Sound off!” He heard the Captain shout from some feet away. Maybe he was yards away. The Captain’s voice was always loud when he wanted it to be.

“Two!” Sky shouted back. “One injured! Very badly injured!”

Sky braced Time’s back and made him sit up. Time’s leg was bent in a way that screamed something is terribly wrong!

Sky scanned the rest of Time’s body before the Old Man spoke.

“You alright, Sky?” He spoke through gritted teeth and Sky could see the glassiness of his good eye.

“Far better than you right now,” Sky tried to joke. “Let me sit you up against a tree. It’d be a better brace than me.” Time sighed, accepting his fate, and nodded. Sky took Time’s arm and put iy around his neck. He heard Time suck in a breath as Time moved his uninjured leg in order to try and brace himself a little.

“On three.” Sky took a deep breath as he said those words. “One, two, three.” Sky set his jaw as he said three and lifted Time to his feet. Time’s jaw also set as his lower body was overtaken by agony.

The two walked, no, limped to the closest tree. Time let out another short, muffled scream as he was set down. It was obvious to Sky that the adrenaline of the fall had completely worn off and the pain of his broken or dislocated leg had come in full swing.

It was nearing midnight in the Hyrule they were in almost five minutes ago. The portal had spawned under the entire camp. Bags needed to be found, armor and loose items were surely lost…

Sky sighed. Sometimes he wondered why portals spawned in the most inconvenient times.

Time’s sigh is what drove Sky out of his mind. Time’s hands were clenched, his teeth bared. It only made Sky wince. He wanted to help, but he was no healer and all of his red potions were in his bag, which may be lost. Not only that, but the bottle was glass. There was no way that they survived that fall.

Shit.

“Where are they?” Sky looked around the forest that they were dropped in. He had answered to the Captain’s Sound Off. He said that one of them was badly injured! There would be no reason that no one came unless-

Sky’s heart sunk to the bottom of his stomach.

Unless someone was fatally injured. Or worse…

“Sky,” Time’s voice fished him out of his thoughts once more. Time was looking at him, his eyebrows scrunched together in concern. Why was Time concerned about him? Time was the one with the, probably, broken leg! “You’re panicking, bird boy.”

Sky had bypassed the rest of his words. “Bird boy?” He laughed. He felt his chest untighten and his mind buzzed around that phrase like bees near pollen. “Bird boy? Wow! That is so unoriginal!”

Time joined in with Sky’s laughing, just grateful that whatever depressing thoughts in the boy’s head had vanished.

It was then that the two heard a faint sound. However faint, Sky was still able to hear it clearly.

“Sky! Old Man!”

Sky turned to Time. “You might want to cover your ears.” Time did as he was told. Sky brought his fingers to his mouth and whistled as loud as he possibly could. When he fina stopped, he heard the faint echo of his song.

Sky tapped Time and the Old Man uncovered his ears. “Help is coming,” Sky reassured, yet, Time didn’t need that reassurance. Well, as long as he wasn’t told that his leg needed to be amputated, he’d stay in this spot, against this tree, with his bird child, for as long as time allowed.

Vibrant blues broke through the trees, along with the green of Hyrule’s tunic. Sky’s face visibly lit up. All of the tiredness swiped clean from his face.

Wild, Warriors, and Hyrule emerged from the trees. The Champion had red potions in his hand, the Traveler’s hands were glowing with what Time knew to be fairy magic.

Time chuckled, thanking whatever god or goddess out there that he might be okay.

Time shut his eyes and let slumber take him. His boys wouldn’t mind if he slept just for a little while, would they?

[lets-wreak-havoc]

(3/3) one concept i thought was fascinating is how naraku is an entity of his own, and wants to form his own identity outside of onigumo. mirroring kagome's struggle to define herself beyond kikyo. so he is repulsed by onigumo's feelings for kikyo (even though onigumo shares a mind and body with him). but the idea of sesshomaru (who shares some similarities with kikyo) being naraku's first attempt at love, fucking it up immensely, but at the very end being affirmed to having existed as a person by the man he very much still loves, would probably get a laugh and then some bitter tears from him LOL.

Hehe dont worry sesskagu is also one of my fave sesshomaru ships and they have their own messy verse.

FORGIVE ME HOW LONG THIS HAS BEEN. i just wanted to brainworm about ideas IUGSDIYGYSDHEHEHEHE

Sorry about the wait, I'm always so tired after work.

You're right about Naraku and Kagome struggling with identity and wanting to be separate individuals from their past selves. I'd never thought about it before and its very interesting. While kagome dislikes being constantly compared to kikyo and is held to high standards/exceptions previously set by kikyo (with no training might I add), naraku wants to rid himself completely from onigumo just bc he views his feelings as a weakness and liability. It's quick the foil.

And your ending for sessnara is so bittersweet. Imagine the joy of finally have your feelings affirmed and shared by your loved one, but not being to experience the joy of finally being together bc you're fading away. It's so heart wrenching 😭🤧

And I can definitely see naraku taking it ironically and sniggering through bitter tears as he dies.

And poor sesshomaru 😰 I know he found love and comfort with rin and inuyasha, but I know it secretly pains him in the inside and there's a hole in his heart from losing naraku. It gets better with time, but still, the emptiness remains...

I'm so happy to hear you love sesskagu too! They're my fav canon iy ship and yes, they're just as messy and tragic. I most have a thing for angsty ships... slown burns too.

And do not apologize! I love hearing it! Please send your hcs 💗

[solardick]

Oh you mean the rape fantasies they gave me for a covid inoculation the one where i get raped by a couple guys. Is great ol’fun. Mmaybe if this new age apocaalyptic, peace and love bs. Stoped raping my existance since my first memory id actually have a life. But no. I get fucked since the begining of time and there isnt even a lesson in it.

Fags are like women all they’re good for is causing you pain and suffering. The only difference is one is dellusion and ugly and the other is pretty and spychotic.

When have in the thiudands of tome where other oit themselves over me had it resulted in anything good? Never. Fuck off. And ket me die.

At least with woman the famtasy is healthy and proactive. And supportive. Where the toaster pligs inyo a wall and not a toilet. But im only on this earth for one reasin and thats to he property and used and shipped around and raped like since my first memiru. Nothing gas changed.

Accirding to reality. The hermit gas nothinv to do with wisdom. Its lonely and mesery. Tgere are no positive tarot cards. I dint get why they are popular. But hey

MYbe i can get dised worh done more anti-spychotics myself and be dised back into being a braindead retard afain.

I winder hiw far away from reality i can get where i dont lose my sanity. Its great fun being franed into sonething your not.

Alcohols hits harder during the day than the night. That one beer felt like three. I m going to start drinking. Hopefullyni womt get raped by my own spyche for a while more. And i need to remind myself to go get my hunting permit.

Inhope that girl isnt in love with me. If rather save the hardship. Im not worth it. Im not worth anything. Im just a marionette. I just do what they make me do. And look at how well that plays out. Maybe my life with have meaning after im gone. Thats usually the case with “artists”. no one cares. They just take your stuff after your gine and put a orice tag on iy

As for tarot as it stands after reading it. It’s complete trash. Take everyone of those “archetypes” and flip its gender. You’ll see a big difference. But none of that really matters. Its just a copy paste on what’s already on circulation. Ehats in circulation will have dominance or priority of way. Anyway.

And alm obtainable information on whatever that obscure. Isn’t trustworthy. If it makes sense good for you. There all little bodies of meaning. And for some as the person the pur led their being into and became immortalized as a result. Thry reach out and cover over what’s there.

Not mych difference between that and hearing old songs from the piblic radio stations being covered by the opposite gender. And it clicks, because its never in mind, it was meant to be that gender singing it the whole time. Take the song. So popularized as “creep.” Its even queerer than “we are the champions” or bohemian rhapsody or how ever its spelt…. Music? ….. uh.

My heart sinks a bit everytime a crowd of “heteros” from a sports team or something sings aloud. Ugh.

Ive been “studying” media all my life. Not much else to do. And by others intent. I hate this. Theyve been doing it to me long before they ever started trying. My brain is nothing but, brainwashing.

Guess im not allowed seeing the world as not a hostile place to be in. 30 years of one thing. And then you twist it and transfer it to another. Nope. Cant not be. The world is t a fucken circle. Jessus.

Nothing but negative venus, plenty of womanly men. Plenty of drug connections. And stupid bs. Plenty of violence and negativity. Still with the knowing smirks. Making all this affects during “my personal transits” replacing what my act would do for your own i tent i stea dof mine.

Its never going to end. Its all its ever been. Just stupid bs and violence.

And i dont understand why. One of the reasons i went to astrology. An dit gave me a bit of comfort and a bit of security. Everytime id look at somethign spychological my mother went put me down. It the inly way i can understand. It’s always been. I cant keep going anymore. Im breaking down. Again. How can someone live like this? There’s nothing there. At this magnitude? Why do you keep me alive?

And why sisnt you just kill me 30 years ago? Ive been wanting to doe for the last 25 years. And all upu do is abuse me.

Now what? What to do. The tv saps my energy. Maybe i should go back out to the bar. Its getting late.

Wheres the loving conversation? Oh, yeah ,right. Im not allowed to have any. Even though im all moon and saturn. Im not allowed having that responsibility. Bah breeding is for the imvompetant and the malvolent.

Well guessni aint breeding. And theres nothign else to accomplish that has any meaning or significance doen the line. Being alive is pointless. Its just a waste of time. Abusive time. Thtas all there is.

Now eccuse me i have to rety and get more than 4 hours of sleep and then go hang out woth a bunch of people that irritate and frustrate me with stupidity and violence. Or girly man crap. And me having no RnR from the consistency of the bs. Its always like that. There aint no rest for the abusive. I said you had a good singing voice. I dosnt say i wanted to listen to you sing female pop artist hits. Jesus. Wahts next you gonna start singing me britney spears, join a brothel and beat on men.

My sense are heightwned. Doibt im sleeping tomight. Oh well no work tomorow. Whoopy do.

Probably got driggrd with speed or something again. They like to drug me.

Hahahahha. Ywah ok.

Hey everyone. Theres this thing called astrology that lets anyone on thr planets to fuck woth yout life. Os fantastic. But if yiur not into that sort of thing you can go blow jesus.

Yay. Back to normal again. But venus transits comjng to a close in congruence to the unatural weather? +2? Frequent rain in january? Temperature drops 10°s. Happens. When ever the weather is fucked its with a “personal” transit. Been this way for the last few years that ive picked up.

Its like im so “collectivized” i control nature.

Hey look, i made a joke. Time for y’all to take it seriously. And cause me pain. And during that whole time y’all removed my latest sexual harrasser from being around me. I atarted global warning because i smoke ciggarettes. Sorry i took y’alls pure white loving christmas. Nows its a wet, green christmas. Where i dont need wearing a hacket until jahuary. Your welcome i destroy outdoor winter sports. Nature is ny obly social constant. Gice me more power. I want to cintrol the planet with my justice. Maybe i am developing into a nazi. Shitty life circumstances cause “hitler” to rape the environment right back. 7 fold. It says so in the bible. So i other words they dont want ke walking away from this girl. I dont know man…. But thays ok. They atent a venus figure abyway. Theur a pluonic mats figure. E

Where im given to the fantasy to “dominate”. Oouuu

Its all pickle and pineapples today…. Good fortune. And giving. Never mind it was just a freak 5 min period tgat just seens out if place. Good fortune?! Fuck iff.

Ok, ok. Everything is alright now. I see. And i want to be convinced. But i still ain’t. Still afraid. Or whatnot. Interference to others plans. Resistance And diligence and all that stuff. So even if whatever happens as i go through it. Then atleast ive kept what matters inside not to be bound to the effects. The next scene comes along.

I never got the whole trans thing. Kept bringing it back, like it bothered me. I may have experimented with underwear at one point. And you know what? A man thong can be pretty comfortable. In the sense that it keeps your balls up while feeling like you aint wearing nothing at all. And then you butt cheeks are frotting agaisnt your pants and not cuchoned from the sensation. Not very practical though.

And of course im always going to have a peace of cherry inside me. Love that persona. Not to crackpot bs she gave me. Thats too bad. Sometimes she reads right along with me. Its mine. I own it.

What i did love was find the purest most innocent part of you i saw. And i pulled on it. Your all demon on top. To the point of tattooing it on you. But naw. I went way back. To the beginning. Pieced it together with what i already knew. What little social wisdom i had to the opposite sex. And pleaded to it. Didnt care what games you played. Because i wasnt talking to that other you. And i didnt give much attention to anything you posted. Didnt care. I think your poetry is trash. You couldnt poet your way into any society.

Come now girl. You know you want to hit me. 😜

[wanghedi]

gwt has this magical power where every other episode he will lie to everyone so much and so well iy makes their heads spin and they would lose and lose and lose because of it and STILL the next time hes in frony of them and bats his eyelashes at with his "what? Me?" Face they will get tricked AGAIN

[llycaons]

oh my god I found a fic that makes the lan sect out to be a cult

[meatmandean]

this gonna be some weird new djinn dream ep orrrr

[immaculatetfs]

Hey! I have a story idea. What if a group of bros decide to go cow tipping on a farm and the farmer is a wizard. He stops them and attaches cow bells to their necks slowly transforming them into cows. Their utters produce muscle milk which he sells in stores.

Can do (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)

                                                     Muscle milk

*Animal TF*

Jaques Caleb and Chad had been best friends since starting school together. All three had been quick to meet on the football field, their loud, immature humour making the trio thick as thieves, all the while making the rest of their classmates dismiss them as egg-headed and obnoxious, stereotypical jocks. This bond between these three only strengthened as they grew into their late teens.They spent most of their time together either working out, playing football or partying. There was a rumour that back in the 50’s there had been a tradition for highschool leavers to go cow tipping on their last day, a practice that had been outlawed after perpetrators had mysteriously disappeared. Perhaps it was this that gave Caleb the notion at the school ball afterparty.

“YOOOOO BROOOO We should go cow tipping Broo” he slured

“What? Nah bro well miss the party” replied Chad as he made out with his girlfriend

“WeRe gOnnA MIss ThE pArTY, nah man. It's gonna be a RIOT. Don't you wanna uphold the Greenfield tradition?” Mocked Caleb

“Nah man, come with us , it's gonna be HILARIOUS” Jaques chimed in

“Ugh you guys are such idiots. Seeya babe” Chad gave his girlfriend one last long kiss and the trio left the party’s smell of deodorant and booming music, their heads swimming  with fireball and beer and mouths chuckling as Caleb made ribald remarks of what they would do to the unsuspecting cows.

They chose a field that was about 20 minutes away from their school that just scraped the outskirts of town. They believed that nobody would be looking out as the last caught tipping was ages ago, but still wanted a quick escape. 

After climbing over the wire fence, the three made their way up a hill to the nearest heftier, a large cow with swollen udders and belly, likely late in the stages of pregnancy. 

“Nah guys we shouldn't do this, it's wrong” said Chad, having sobered up on his walk there, but both of his mates ignored him entirely as they usually did. The two snuck up to the side of the slumbering animal, creeping up until they had hands right against her hide. 

Caleb looked left to Jaques, who gave him a stupid grin.

“One……..”

Twooooooooooo”

“STOP” a deep, mature voice commanded. They  froze. Behind them a man had appeared, seemingly out of nowhere

“What are y’all doing on my property this time’a night” he said in a thick southern drawl

“You kids doin’ some cow tipping?”

They were unable to move, each standing like statues in the cold, night air.

“My bad, y'all can move now” he waved his hand

Suddenly they could breathe again

“Sir, We didn't do anything!” pleaded Jaques

“Yeah sir! Nothing!” Caleb paroted 

The stranger sighed. Well I ca……..

“Well do anything, just don't call the cops on us! I have a scholarship and iy that happens...!” Caleb cried out, interupting

For a moment there Caleb thought he saw a sinister sparkle in the strangers eye, but it  was gone as fast as it had appeared, if it was ever there at all

“Well i've been needing work done round here recently, how's that sound?”

The sobered younger men agreed, reasoning  it was better shovel some hay than get caught breaking the law.

“Great, Follow me” 

He led the group to a large shed, heavy with the pungent smell of animals. They could hear cows mooing

I’ll need y’all to stick these round yer necks” the farmer pointed to three huge, steel cowbells, attached to leather harnesses that laying together on the barn floor.

“What?” exclaimed Caleb

“Put it on or do I need to tell the cops what I saw tonight?” the man said darkly

Begrudgingly, the three men lifted up the heavy metal bells and clasped them around their necks, struggling with the weight. 

“Don't we need better fitting ones? This is almost down to my belly button, and it's so heavy as shit!” complained Jaques

“Oh that's gonna right itself now don't you worry kid” the man clicked his fingers and all three of the jocks began to feel queasy. “Now y’all will stay here now wont you? I need to go get some things.” The man walked out of the barn, followed by an *click* as the door was locked.

The three jocks looked at each other, a mixture of fear and confusion on each of their faces. 

Suddenly, Caleb moaned.

“Oh guys, I feel really fucking weird” he said. He felt his balls tight against the fabric of his underpants, and when he looked down he could swear his bulge was bigger

“Guys, what’s happening?” His bulge was definitely getting bigger

“I don't know, but it's happening to me as well!” Jaques stared in horror as his sack grew with exponential speed until became so large it was visible against his baggy workout shorts 

“Ohhhh” moaned Caleb as his jeans tore apart with a RIIIP and his engorged sack spilled out, exposing himself for all his bros to see. 

Bonus pic

“What the fuck is that!” he exclaimed “It looks like a, a …”

“An udder”

Behind them, the farmer had returned with two buckets in hand. He was grinning

“The fuck is happening? I thought we were just gonna shovel some shit and be done?” the panic was clear in Caleb’s voice

“Never said nothing ‘bout that, told y’all that I needed work done. I ain't had no new muscle milk cows for a while, bout time I got myself a breeding pair or two” he smirked at the terrified jocks

“Speaking of” he looked over at Chad, who was growing a bulge of an entirely different sort than Caleb and Jaques. While their balls swelled to inhuman size, his member was growing longer and longer while his balls dropped lower and lower. His dick’s tip thinned, losing its mushroom-shape and becoming slender and pointed. Chad stared at his new member in horror, “I'm becoming a Bull” 

“There's a smart kid! and what are thems bout to be?”

“C..Cows''

The stranger walked over to Caleb, grabbed his member and gave it a firm tug. Orgasmic pleasure rolled over Caleb as thick musky cum squirted out his erect cock from his full sack, causing him to moan

“Hear that? yer gonna be a cow. Looks like you two are coming along nicely, rest of yer new nipples should be coming bout now”

And so they did, pushing out of the two jocks swollen new udders emerged round fleshy nipples, each was a size and thickness that made indistinguishable from what had been their loved cocks.

With the udders fully formed, the farmer tugged the two shell shocked jocks over buckets, his skilled hands milking them simultaneously. At first, hot jets of thick white pungent cum squirted out of their udders, but as the rhythmic tugging and squeezing and massaging continued, the content of these spurts became thinner and turned pink until what they excreted was entirely warm, creamy, muscle milk. The farmer dipped his finger into the liquid for a taste. Satisfied,  he then took the entire bucket and chugged, with each gulp his already toned frame grew harder and harder, his muscles expanding. “ ahh always best fresh.” he exclaimed, wiping his mouth of the warm, rich, creamy substance. 

the already muscular jocks began to bulk as well, though not solely with muscle. Their stomachs, pecs and asses swelled bulbously with muscle that was then smothered with a thick layer of wobbling fat. This expansion left the clothes of the men as little more than rags. Their fingers merged together, nails thickening and darkening as their thumbs sunk into their hands, all the while the same was happening to their feet concealed by their worn sneakers. Soon in place of hands and feet, the jocks had hooves 

As his body bulked up further, Caleb’s centre of gravity began to change. For a precious few seconds he wobbled and flailed, until ungraceful falling onto all fours. Try as he might, he would never again stand up. Jaques had better luck, keeping balance until he felt a harsh shove on his thick muscle ass and he too fell on his new hooves, humiliated.

Chad’s bull cock had been hard and throbbing all the while watching this, pumping him to the brim with raging bull hormones. He was overcome by the tide of  testosterone, surrendering to base animal instinct. Nothing mattered save eating sleeping and fucking. Gone was all of his higher brain functions His body expanded thicker and thicker as he grew to a size that put his two  bros to shame. From his head he felt a splitting pain as horns flushed out through his skin. No longer capable of speech, he roared in pain, a sound that deepened as it went on, becoming entirely animal as his vocal chords rearranged. He fell onto all fours, his feet and hands having been replaced with hooves and raw muscle.

As all three stood on all fours, the transformation accelerated. They felt as their organs rearranged in their massive bellies, their stomach splitting into five chambers as to better digest huge amounts of food. They lost control of their bowles, leaving piles of filth behind the widened holes. The taints of Jaques and Caleb sucked into their bodies, changing into the fertile wombs of muscle milk cows. The pheromones that they released drove the new bull into a frenzy and he mounted Caleb, who had only moments before been his best bro.

“I’ll leave you three too it, see ya tomorrow bright an early for milking” the farmer left the barn, not even bothering to even close the door. 

The skin of the young men began changing, it hardened, thickening into a rough and thick hide as short, pink hair sprouted across it. The last thing to change was their heads, noses moistened, becoming wide flat across their faces, eyelashes grew and hair fell from their heads. The men’s ears elongated into cow ears, being covered with the same hair that was now thick across their bodies. Their mouths pushed out, becoming snouts as their screams of lust as they mated lowered to base, animalistic grunts, moans then finally moo’s. Finally, Jaques and Caleb began to lose their minds, Chad having already succumbed to his base animal lust. Memories of being human disappeared from them, lives at school and at home, their crushes, their best and worst games everything was replaced with memories of gorging on grass, being milked (or mounting) and restfully sleeping in the barn. 

Despite this, there is evidently still present a bond between the three .The two new cows are inseparable. The same might be said of our new bull, though his mind would treat anything with a hole as an intimate friend

The Muscle milk produced at Green Valley farms is the best protein supplement on the market. Made free range, muscle milk cows are cared for in their every want to get the best possible product for you!

[meidozangetsuha]

A lot of people think that the season 2 director sabotaged or purposely sabotaged Yashahime's ending and conclusion. What are your thoughts on this? After reading some of the latest interviews it was revealed that basically the grim comet thing wasn't supposed to be about rion and that butterfly thing. The director changed it because he didn't think towa, setsuna and moroha destroying the comet would be believable and he also scrapped treeyko being apart of plot. Hot mess imo.

TALKING ABOUT YASHAHIME AGAIIIIIIIIIIIIN

so like. i think a LOT of things happened behind the scenes with yashahime. like i talked about on my rp blog a while ago andstillwishtheaskhadbeensenthereinstead, i do believe the merging of companies played a role in this. and granted- i've fallen a bit out of IY/YH (not that i dislike either, just, my fandom interests are primarily in the Fate rn)

and keep in mind i have kept up with like, no interviews since the finale, so by all means if I'm just Factually Incorrect about something correct me and i SHOULD read those interviews later. but also, it doesn't surprise me.

i remember interviews with the VAs of the trio kind of implying it seemed like there WAS supposed to be a third season but the merging of companies seemed to shelve it? and i was under this impression that what happened was that this resulted in essentially the equivalent of the entirety of the finale of a franchise that was meant to have a third season having to basically rewrite itself while it was already halfway done to try to wrap things up nicely as quickly as humanly possible. that is to say- there was no way it couldn't be shit, just a question of how like. not stinky they could make the shit.

but then we got more interviews regarding the director about season 2, like... that he was the one who personally pushed the idea Towa should stay in the Reiwa Era (and as unpopular an opinion this might be, especially among sessrin shippers, i would not have opposed that if it had been done well and built up properly), treekyo's role diminished, the idea that Riku had actually seriously been attempting to murder Towa and it wasn't some fake-out and he only didn't do it because he realized in the last moment he loved her i'm especially mad about this not just because that defies all common sense but because it means i was wrong in a twitter fight and there's nothing worse than losing a fight that means nothing on the internet etc etc... not to mention what felt like almost a regression of Sesshomaru's development?

i'm pretty out of date with interviews and shit so i have no idea what wild shit Hishida said but like, i still think there were other behind the scenes matters that complicated Yashahime near the end of it's already incredibly troubled production, but i would also not be surprised in any capacity if Hishida actually did that. he seemed to have. a really weird thought of how the show should progress

[umbralstars]

The melodic song of the Itha Gryphon and the call of the hunting horn mark the beginning of every dawn, every prayer, every hunt, every battle. As the southern lords submitted to the ever expanding Empire, the Plains of Itha stood stead fast in its desire for independence. Though it too would eventually fold peacefully into the Empire with intervention from the Church of Seiros, that spark, that desire, was never forgotten in the heart of its people.

Centuries passed and the once glittering jewel of the Four Saints was in steep decline. The Emperors, sensing their power waning, took increasingly harsh measures against the oft rebellious provinces of the north. From this era of strife would the roar of a lion horn on gryphon back resound in the heart of Itha. A mere peasant boy of a deposed linage would raise an army against an Empire in these plains and become the King of Lions.

Itha remained part of the nominal Kingdom of Fhirdiad long after power was established further south and has been ruled by younger Blaiddyds since even before the Clan drastically changed its structure post-Crescent Moon War. For centuries, the plains have been enjoyed by nobles and commoners alike for its vast variety of unique flora and fauna. It was but one province among the territories of hundreds of suzerain lords, but all of that would change with the creation of the Grand Duchy under his highness Grand Duke Rufus Cassius Blaiddyd.

Upon King Lambert's ascension to the throne in IY 1157, he gifted his elder brother full dominion over Itha. The new Grand Duke wasted no time finding untapped protentional in the province and, in a few short years, turned Itha into an agricultural and fur powerhouse. The city around Castell Itha has blossomed with the aid of astute urban planners and architects thus would later serve as the blueprint for Fhirdiad's renewal projects. With the steady increase in the Grand Duchy's wealth and power, Rufus began to consolidate the various duchies, counties, and barons in the north under his rule and bring them in-line with his, and his brother's, reforms. The most controversial of the Grand Duke's power grabs was, allegedly, encouraging a revolt in House Galatea's lands after a string of bad harvests. This would come shortly after the Count denied Rufus' betrothal request and instead betrothed his daughter to House Fraldarius' heir, but the rumors of Rufus' involvement has remained unproven.

Many in the nobility question Rufus' intent with forging Itha into a power rivaling that of Archduke Fraldarius, but with Rufus now regent in Fhirdiad, losing control of the royal court and his province, and Itha's heir missing the fall of this Grand Duchy may be just as swift as its rise.

More Notes and Facts

- Itha's main crops are winter wheat (as both a cover crop and food), rye, nordsalat, and other specialty crops grown using the aid of magic especially created for aiding the growing process in such a northern area

* Crops trade follows a strict hierarchy of importance with the majority of the crop going to feed the people of the Grand Duchy, then traded to the rest of Faerghus, and the rest is split between Fodlan and international trade. Rufus' reforms with this hierarchy and improvements to agriculture has made food more widely available and cut down on hunger drastically in Itha 

* Rufus has made improvements to census taking for his territory to better assess population needs and keep and eye on the nobles under him

- Gryphon feathers are a popular accessory for clothing, high quality and durable quills, and a potent magical ingredient but due to cultural taboos in Faerghus about gathering and selling them outside of the Kingdom the trade is highly regulated

* Rufus has capitalized this by controlling the creation of potent medicinal potions which require gryphon feathers

* Gryphon feather quills have been a status symbol in the Kingdom for a long time and envied across Fodlan

- The region is especially known for having native animals only seen in this region and thus their fur and meat is highly prized cross continent and even in foreign markets

* Reindeer are a major herd animal along with Ithan Sheep

- The Archdukedom of Fraldarius and the Grand Duchy of Itha tripped backwards into a fight for control of the north. Rufus and Rodrigue have never been particularly antagonistic towards each other (until Rufus' utter failure at being regent but that's a whole other story), but Rufus does consider how many lords fled to Fraldarius to be a thorn in his side and was heavily insulted by the Galatea situation

- Castell Itha is the largest city in the territory and practically the only city in Itha Plains proper

* Outside of the city many people live in semi-sedentary villages with a strong culture of herding and horticulture. These villages were the starting point of the fur trade in the Grand Duchy. Outside of Itha proper there are smaller cities and villages that dot the sparsely populated landscape

* Others live in agricultural villages taking advantage of the new methods spearhead by the Grand Duke and his mages