#I developed a STRONG APPRECIATION AND LOVE for this amazing woman

[surprisebitch]

the more i learn about mariah over the years, the more i can see she is one of the most disrespected artists and i understand why it pushed her to having a shady or "diva" persona since the media wants to push it so much and she just played with it for her sense of humor

like the media pushed mariah was shading ariana when it really happened because media was calling ariana the "next mariah" which was really disrespectful considering mariah was still actively writing and making and releasing music. it really just discredits everything she built and with madonna constantly disrespecting and dissing mariah since the 90s. like i totally understand why mariah refuses to acknowledge madonna for that reason. and the jlo "i dont know her" cause of tommy mottola stealing mariah's unreleased work and giving to jlo

and then american idol trying to create this feud between mariah and nicki when the two have worked together in the past. even mariah called out idol for really making that a toxic environment for them and pushed that as the highlight of the show instead of the music

and then interviews in the 00s and 10s onwards just asking mariah things about celebs INSTEAD of things about her music. thinking she peaked in the 90s when We Belong Together and Touch My Body proved her longevity. her interview with Genius really showed music is her passion

it's like she's constantly had to prove herself as worthy of being a songwriter, producer, and vocalist because the media would reduce her to being a product of shady memes and being a diva when like how else was she supposed to answer disrespectful sensational questions

anyway consider me part of the lamb defense squad. mariah really deserves more recognition and respect as time goes. she has done so much and has broken so many barriers like there are so many things she did as a biracial (half black) woman in music

she also cares so much for her fans and the lgbtq. like she has written songs that really show the struggles she felt facing discrimination and marginalization. always been a championing that voice ever since the beginning of her career. she really is a beautiful and talented woman inside and out

[gatheringbones]

[“It was only after I came out as a dyke that, for the first time in my life, I felt ready to celebrate being a girl, and I did. Actually, I overdid. Armed with Esther Newton’s Mother Camp, Judith Butler’s Gender Trouble, and Joan Nestle’s A Restricted Country, I embraced femme. I dressed up in short flowery dresses, pushup bras, satin panties, and lacy stockings. I paid great attention to my long, curly, perfectly-coiffed hair, my glamorous makeup, and especially my pouty lips. I spritzed Lola’s smell on my skin—Estee Lauder’s Private Collection—and painted my nails. I wore all of it with black combat boots and a brilliant sense of irony. I reveled in my girliness, went over the top, learned how to tweeze my eyebrows and line my lips with a lip pencil.

My gender presentation was unmistakable: blatant female sexuality. I was a proud, in-your-face, take-no-prisoners, uppity, don’t-assume-I’m-straight-because-I-wear-lipstick-and-dresses femme dyke. Because femmes are always assumed to be straight or sleeping with men, and I do sleep with men, I made sure to always have a butch on my arm so I’d be read as femme. Even though I was sure I’d be mistaken for straight, the boys took one look at me and steered clear. It was as if I was too much of a woman for them to handle, like I was a handful, and I was. But butch girls love a handful—a handful of tits, a handful of ass, a girl who needs to be handled, a girl who can handle herself.

How I figured out I was a femme had a lot to do with the women I was attracted to and the dynamic between us. When I was in junior high, I used to mess around with a friend of mine named Angela. Angela was one of those girls who developed early; I remember she had big breasts in like sixth grade. We mostly kissed and touched over clothes, and we played out various boy-girl scenarios. I was always the girl—my early femme roots. My favorite of all our little scenes was the one where she was my male boss and I was the secretary. The boss made me have sex with him and told me if I didn’t I would get fired. Now this was all before Clarence Thomas, Anita Hill and the media awareness/obsession with sexual harassment. I remember she’d tell me to suck her dick and push my face unmercifully into her crotch, which smelled amazing,. The drama of it all—the force, the degradation, the power games—really got me off. After that, there was no going back to simplicity. I was hooked on the power.

Jen really epitomized all the girls I was attracted to then and still am. Being with a butch girl, I was valued for my combination of strength and vulnerability, for dressing up, for wanting an arm to hold onto, hips to wrap my legs around, being able to give my body over to her and say, I trust you, I’m yours. My butch loved me in low-cut dresses, appreciated my sexual voraciousness, worshipped my inner slut. I reveled in the fact that I could be strong and submissive all at once. Surrender and still be a feminist. Being a dyke is not just about who I fuck and love, it’s about being a girl who doesn’t play by the rules.

Butch girls don’t play by the rules either, and I love butch girls. Girls with hair so short you can barely slide it between two fingers to hold on. Girls with slick, shiny, barbershop haircuts and shirts that button the other way. Girls that swagger. Girls who have dicks made of flesh and silicone and latex and magic. Girls who get stared at in the ladies room, girls who shop in the boy’s department, girls who live every moment looking like they weren’t supposed to. Girls with hands that touch me like they have been touching my body their entire lives. Girls who have big cocks, love blow-jobs, and like to fuck girls hard. Every day, it is the girls that get called Sir that make me catch my breath, the girls with strong jaws that buckle my knees, the girls who are a different gender that make me want to lie down for them.

Someone else said it about me recently and it’s right on target: “She gets off on all different sorts of people sexually, but she falls for butches.” Like the poet who bought her first strap-on with me and then wanted to sleep with it on. The shrink-in-training who got harassed every time she drove down South. She did look so much like a fifteen-year-old boy: blue button-down shirts, neatly-combed blond hair. The ad exec who had names for her dildos and used to love for me to spit-shine her wingtips. The photographer whose face was so mannish she could pass almost anywhere. The writer who wanted a body like Loren Cameron’s. The telephone repairwoman who drove a truck. The cook who had a boy’s name. The academic who got cruised by gay men on Castro Street. The cornfed farmboy from the Heartland with arms so hard and strong you swear they’ve been working the land, not the iron at the gym.

And there’s the one who’s got the James Dean stare down, and dresses like a clean-cut fag, and looks at me like she could look at me forever and never blink or grow tired or move from the spot she’s in. She’s a girl who loves girls like me—girls in velvet bras, girls who want to surrender to her mouth. She’s a girl who isn’t afraid to throw a femme down on the bed and fuck her. Possess her. My kind of girl. This girl is different.”]

tristan taormino, from this girl is different, from a woman like that: lesbian and bisexual writers tell their coming out stories, 2000

[maomaop]

Finished KnH vol10 !

This was definitely one of my favs?? It felt so long and complete, I loved the pacing and how it was structured.

Characters like Rikuson, Basen, Lihaku, Chue, Tianyu and Lahan’s brother (god knows if we will ever discover his name.. what a shame!) getting more spotlight was really amazing I really enjoyed seeing their dynamic together, I hope we will get even more of it in the future!!

Basen

Basen getting his character development arc thanks to ducks was unexpected but definitely NEEDED! His bond with ducks and mostly Jofu was hilarious and really unserious but it fits him so much😭

The little meetings between Lishu and Basen were adorable, I love the route the author is taking for their relationship. They desperately want to be around eachother it really couldn’t be more obvious!! Thats how soulmates are, however they both decided to continue going their separate ways for now in order to become the better version of themselves. They need to grow up, mature, and gain experience and work on themselves for their distinctive reasons. Hopefully by then Lishu will be over the age of 18 and things will work out between them.

I still have to talk about our stubborn man Basen, I appreciated reading the insights of his mind, getting to know more about how he sees some things from his perspective along with his takes on them. He thinks he has nothing really valuable about him outside of his brute strength but he’s much more than just a strong soldier to me. Regardless of his stubbornness he’s a very loyal and determined man, he stays true to himself while still getting the job done neatly and proudly because he has full trust in his superior.

Moving on to MISS CHUE!

I had to make this extravagant for her

Where do I start..? She’s SO likeable, there’s so much things to love about her

As Maomao said she’s VERY characterful, and I must say its true that she doesn’t look like a married woman with child in the slightest!! She’s very unique and silly, her presence during this volume made things so much more enjoyable to me. She stands on business while keeping her silly side (except when her mother in law glare at her…) She’s smart, quick witted and have a wonderful personality? ALL IN ONE nobody does it like her

She’s just in her own world, and I absolutely LOVED how she handled things with Maomao from the beginning to the end. Their dynamic was to die for, I remember Maomao being weirded out by her in vol9 but I knew she’d get along just very well with her she just needed to give it some time, I CALLED IT!

Chue being married to Baryou is absolutely insane to me, I mean just finding out Baryou was a married man was shocking but imagine my reaction when I found out Chue of all people was his wife? They are polar opposites and this is why Im in desperate need to know more about their relationship… Chue keep talking about hanky panky with him and I just can’t picture that at all..? Maybe Baryou do have that dawg in him after all regardless of his social anxiety heh

In conclusion Chue is hilarious and easily one of my fav characters of this volume, thank you miss chue for making this volume an unforgettable and unique reading experience for me!

Now its PLOT TIME

This volume was really an exceptional one, its just the beginning of the western capital saga but the result of the set up that has been happening for the last two volumes is perfect.

I’m a sucker for the lore of the windreaders and the whole thing revolving around politics: The empress regnant, the Yi clan and their connection to the windreaders along with them committing subterfuge with Shaoh. The ritual to prevent plagues involves domesticated birds, Shaoh being involved in this whole thing just couldn’t prevent me from linking it to the white lady. I talked about it here in details, this is all very suspicious but EXCITING!!! Gyoku-ou is clearly the one pulling the strings behind this chaos and scheming things in the absence of his father. I talked about it already here while reading the volume and the latest chapters just justified my doubts.

Chapter 8 was one of my favorites, Nianzhen’s story was very dark and sad, it lead us into thinking him and his tribe annihilated the whole windreaders tribe but it turned out to not be true after the CRAZY informations they gathered thanks to Kulumu in chapter 13 (which btw was also one of my fav chapters), everything and everyone seem to be somehow connected.

Jinshi being used by the shameless Gyoku-ou, and Gyokuyou being toyed with… I’ll start reading part1 of vol11 but like Gyokuyou said in the epilogue her fight is just getting started so we’re in for s long ride !

[tulipsinthedas]

Just finished binging the Fallout tv show and 🤯 I've got so many thoughts running through this little brain of mine. So here's a very long rant no one asked for. Maybe I'll make a more digestible version later. Obviously SPOILERS AHEAD!!! Be warned!

First off - the lore. So many interesting things were added into the lore by this show that I find so fascinating, as well as theories I've had that were touched upon. All of which makes this very exciting but also leaves me DESPERATE for season two. The main thing that has really stuck with me is the confirmation that Vault-Tec were the ones to drop the bombs like hello??? I've always had an inkling ever since I started delving into fallout lore a good year or two ago that they were behind everything, but finally having it confirmed is so fun. Of course, some people out there are going to be irritated (L take) but this imo will make replays so much more interesting. Same with the addition of ghouls needing medication to keep from becoming feral. Although this begs some questions; what is the medicine? Is it just radaway, or something else entirely? Maybe it's connected to whatever Hancock used to ghoulify himself? Or maybe it's connected to Doctor Barrows' research into ghouls fom Fallout 3? Idk! But I hope it's answered in season 2.

Cooper being the inspiration behind the iconic vault boy mascot absolutely gagged me. It was kinda hinted at even in the beginning at the kids birthday party but I was still surprised. Pleasantly, of course. Other smaller things, like the BOS branding and helmets opening up, among other things, were also fun touches that develop the lore in ways that the games probably never would have. It's small things like this that despite livening up the wasteland, would be unnecessary uses of resources from a game-development standpoint. So I think if season 2 ends up being a banger like season 1, we could see a lot more tiny additions to the lore like this!

Secondly - the characters. I don't even know where to start. They were written so well which is such a critical part of a good series. Lucy, despite everything she goes through, stays true to her morals and by doing so, probably unknowingly, is changing those around her. Despite being stubborn, she's willing to listen and understand other viewpoints and adapt herself. It's so refreshing to see a main female lead who isn't written as either weak and naive or strong and boneheaded; she'd a perfect mix of both. I also appreciate them not making her a total push over, even in the beginning before she is given any reason to change. She grows, but never fails to stay true to herself. Plus the whole sex positive thing is an amazing touch to add as well, especially for a woman.

And while on this topic, Maximus is such a cutie pie. Writing characters that are selflessly aligned can definitely be a hit or miss, and without properly being fleshed out, can be one-dimensional, but I never felt that way with him. Despite trying to help others and be a good person, he still has flaws and does feels selfish things. They took the trope of the knight in shining armor, literally, and gave him actual human characteristics that made him feel real. Underneath his heroic demeanor, he's just a little guy who likes slippers and vault popcorn. Who just wants to be somewhere safe away from war and danger, to be where he can just relax and not have to worry. And his romance arc with Lucy is just way too cute. From the moment they met in Filly I knew something was going to happen and I was so excited when they finally kissed lmao. The sweet, innocent love at first sight thing they have going on is the perfect dichotomy to all the bloodshed and heavy themes going on in the rest of the show.

And finally, Cooper is reviving the inner ghoul lover in me and I cannot complain at all. As a certified Hancock lover, I feel seen ✋ also Walton Goggins is just incredibly fine. But that's besides the point. His character is arguably the best written because despite being an undeniably evil person, he is still likeable. 200 years have turned him into a man who had to lose his humanity to survive, and the pre-war flashbacks being shown through his eyes give him, and the story, so much depth. Despite his ways, you can't help but still feel for him, to still root for him and hope that he still has a little bit of that humanity left within him. Which imo was shown multiple times; for example him not killing Maximus in episode two even though he easily could have done so. And the fact that he's still searching for his family all these years later? When he was asked what has been keeping him going so long, I think they are his reason. Whether he is searching to reunite or to exact revenge on Barb for dropping the bombs while him and Janey were outside idk. But it makes his story all the more heartbreaking. I also love the writing for Norm, Moldaver, Dane, and so many others, but this is already too long ass it is.

Overall, this series was so good and I'll be impatiently awaiting season 2! Some things I'm hoping to see next seasons are super mutants for sure, as well as synths and more of the enclave. I think they went easy this season to test the waters and see just how interested people are. And now that they know people are very interested, I think they'll be more willing to invest a larger budget, and add more. Rant over!

[discountdemonwarehouse]

Kinktober 2024 - Prompt 26 - Stoned Sex

Bit of a twist using @goldieghoulie's medieval AU character.

Elin samples a new tea blend being developed and has an interesting experience that leads to a cramped hand :p

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        The fire was warm, crackling softly behind the group of Siblings as they listened to the traveling poet and storyteller who had stumbled upon the Ministry in Linköping. Stories of Vikings, Valkyries, and the Old Gods had flowed as easily as the wine that night. Elin felt very warm sipping the tea someone had handed her, but it was a pleasant feeling. One of the Siblings had found and translated an older Icelandic manuscript about plants and learned information about one of the mushroom varieties in the nearby woods. Previously these mushrooms had been avoided, but were now understood to be a variety that provided “spiritual experiences.” Very shortly after this discovery the Siblings had consulted with earth and quintessential ghouls to attempt verification of the information. Under strict supervision of the ghouls, some of the mushrooms had been harvested, dried, and tested on a pig to ensure it wasn’t toxic. It hadn’t proven toxic, but the pig had definitely been experiencing something otherworldly. Soon after, two brave Siblings tested the plants themselves, ghouls on hand if things took a bad turn. The resulting experience had been enlightening for the Siblings, and it had quickly been blended into a calming herbal tea to promote positive experiences when consumed.

        Their guest started another story about shieldmaidens and Valkyries, and Elin’s thoughts drifted. There had been a small group of newcomers to the Ministry in the last few days, and allegedly among them was Cardinal Copia’s formerly lost lady love. Elin knew almost nothing about her; Copia had been tight-lipped despite their long friendship and carnal involvements. All he’d really told her was a soulful, “I met someone while abroad, Elin. She was… amazing. But apparently it was not in Lucifer’s plans for me.” Elin hadn’t pushed, Copia would tell her when he was ready. As assistant to Sister Imperator, Elin was vocationally nosey as well as nosey in general, keeping her finger on the pulse of the Ministry. She had taken it upon herself a couple days after the arrival of the newcomers to try and find out who this mystery woman was. Instead Elin had discovered a different mystery woman. A crowd had gathered at the practice fields, and Elin had gone to investigate, finding a number of the Siblings of the Guard sparring, and an unknown person joining them. She’d stood at the fence beside a pair of Siblings, watching closely to appreciate the new person’s shapely legs and the glimpses of strong buttocks from under the long tunic. “Is this one of the newcomers?” Elin had asked quietly. One of the Brothers of Sin nodded. “He is an absolute vision. He’s thrown a couple of our guards now while sparring. He can break me any day.” Elin knew this Brother to prefer male lovers, and smiled, nodding in agreement before turning her attention back to the sparring.

        The longer she’d watched, the more she noticed softness to the newcomer. The flashes of the face were softer at the edges, the lips more feminine than most men’s. Their hands were strong but still seemed more delicate than most men’s. Elin had studied the person’s form, seeing the more curvy nature of their body. Her eyes widened realizing that this was no man, it was a woman. “Ugh, I pray thee, let this man bend and break me!” The Brother of Sin sighed. “I suspect your interest in them will flag soon,” Elin smirked. “Why do you say that?” He’d asked, brow furrowing. “That’s no man.” Elin had smiled in amusement. The Brother of Sin gaped, turning back to the sparring ring. His jaw dropped lower as he watched and the realization sunk in. “Satan’s tits, that is a woman! Well, there’s always a first time, right?!” He’d laughed. Elin had chuckled at his joke, still fixated on the newcomer. There was no way this woman was Copia’s lady love; she’d break him, and honestly did not seem like she’d be interested in a scholar. Elin on the other hand… Well, Elin would need more information.

        The story teller’s voice was lulling everyone in the group to relax, and as time passed Elin swore the forms of Valkyries were starting to form from the shadows. As the story finally drew to a close, Elin stood to make her way to her room. She moved down the hallways, eventually stopping when she heard footsteps behind her. Glancing over her shoulder, Elin saw a shadow move, elongating and separating from the darkness along the wall. Elin’s eyes widened as the newcomer from the sparring ring moved towards her – except was this the newcomer? She resembled the shieldmaidens and Valkyries the storyteller had described. The hair was longer than the newcomers and the clothing far more encompassing of her feminine form, but Elin wouldn’t complain. This warrior woman came to stand in front of Elin, smirking, and Elin shivered a little. She would do almost anything this woman asked, she was certain of it. The woman’s hand stroked her cheek, and Elin leaned into it, eyes fluttering as it slid to cup her head, pulling her into the shieldmaiden’s kiss. Or was she a Valkyrie? Elin couldn’t tell now, lost in the deepening kiss, the press of their bodies together.

        She reveled in the strong arms holding her, and the muscular thigh pressing between her own. Elin rubbed her core unconsciously against it as the woman’s lips moved down her jaw to her neck, nibbling at her pulse point. When Elin managed to come back to herself, she tugged the woman towards her doorway, hand fumbling for her key. Inside her quarters, Elin quickly locked the door behind them, then turned to watch her newfound lover. The woman moved towards her confidently, pressing Elin into the wooden door with another deep kiss, her hand snaking to lift Elin’s skirts. Elin moaned softly as the woman’s hand found her folds, teasingly gently at the damp heat. The room began to morph around them, taking on a scene more like that described in the story teller’s tales, though Elin hardly questioned it. Her lover’s hands were helping her remove her clothing, revealing her flesh for her hungry eyes, then Elin found herself being lowered onto soft furs. Elin questioned nothing as the other woman explored her body with hands and mouth, worshiping at her breasts before moving down towards her aching cunt. A gasp left her when the warrior woman finally stopped teasing her and began licking between her thighs, expertly finding the bud of pleasure within. Soon Elin was on the brink of orgasm, arching her hips to her lover’s mouth and hands, when the woman pulled back. A needy whine escaped her, but she was soon quieted when the woman began removing her own clothing. Elin stared at her breasts in awe, admiring the shape and movement, the perfect hue of the nipples and skin.

        Naked, the woman resumed her position and cut short Elin’s observations, being teasingly slow as she resumed her ministrations between Elin’s thighs. Her eyes closed and Elin gave herself up to the sensations she was feeling as her orgasm started again. Hands teased her breasts, and Elin’s eyes opened slowly, seeing a new black haired woman behind her on the bed of furs. The woman leaned down, kissing Elin while her hands still fondled her breasts and stroked her nipples to hard peaks. Elin let her hands slide up the second woman’s body, reciprocating the gestures being done to herself. How did I end up in a tryst with two Valkyries ? She wondered to herself, not recalling the tea she’d had at all. It didn’t matter though, as her world exploded in orgasm, and as she calm through it and began to calm, the dark haired Valkyrie moved to straddle her face and Elin happily obliged to taste and tease her, while the other began working her to another orgasm. Elin only hoped she’d have a chance to return the favour, after all, the night was long and there were three of them to work each other up over and over in a night of oblivious passions.

        Elin’s eyes fluttered open, seeing light shining through the small vellum-covered window of her room. She blinked, feeling the coolness of the room and her woolen blanket beneath her. Had there not been furs there just moments ago? And the warm bodies of the two warrior women? Why did her hand hurt? Elin looked down, seeing her own hand stuck between her thighs, tacky with her juices. She realized sadly that she’d dreamt it all, and had in fact been pleasuring herself the entire time. “No wonder my hand is cramped,” she grumbled to herself as she sat up, stretching out the stiffness of her body. It had been almost too good to be true – only almost because there was always a chance she could find that newcomer from the sparring ring and potentially find a bedmate in her. Elin quickly cleaned herself up with the small ewer of water on her table, and put on non-wrinkled clothing to start the day. “It must have been the tea,” she muttered, though she would not complain entirely about her experience. Heading through the halls towards the dining hall to break her fast, she rounded a corner but paused when she heard her name.

        Turning, she saw Cardinal Copia moving towards her. “Elin! Thank you for stopping. Did you sleep well? You seem… rested,” he offered, unsure if she looked well rested or not now that he was closer. “I did, thank you, Cardinal. I tried the new tea blend the Siblings have been developing.” “Oh, wonderful, wonderful.” He seemed distracted or hyperfocused on what he needed to say. “I, um, have someone for you to meet, Elin.” “Oh yes?” Elin raised a brow, wondering who it was, as Copia appeared to be alone. “In the hall or your office? I was on my way to the hall.” “Here is fine,” he smiled. “Elin, I would like you to meet a new arrival to the Ministry, someone I know I’ve been quiet about for months now… Lady Dominica, or Dom, as I call her.” Copia tugged on someone who seemed to be shyly hiding behind him, and Elin prepared a pleasant smile in case the Lady was nervous; obviously this was Copia’s lady love. Her smile faltered slightly in surprise as the person who came into view was none other than the lady from the sparring ring – the one she’d dreamed of between her thighs the night before, bringing her to the peaks of pleasure over and over. “Welcome to the Ministry, Lady Dominica,” she rushed out, hoping no one noticed the rising colour in her cheeks. “Thank you, Sister Elin… I have heard much about you from Copia, er, The Cardinal, and I hope to see more of you.” Elin felt something coil inside her with that statement and she swallowed dryly. “Thank you, my lady. I hope to see more of you as well.”

[imhereformr]

Saw this. Thought it seemed fun to share the opinions I have that none of you asked for. I'd credit the original creator of it, but I found like 5 people claiming it's theirs 🤷🏻‍♀️

Favourite character: Musa

I feel like this one needs little explaining.

She's been my favourite since I was 9/10 (which, yes, was in 2004 when the show first came out). I'm pretty sure Musa had a major influence on my current taste in women (that is, dark haired tomboys)

Least favourite character: Faragonda

I've got issues with this shady bitch. She acts like she's all for helping her students and then turns around and keeps major secrets from them. Not to mention she sends teenagers on death missions (Saladin gets a pass on this cause that's literally what his students are at Red Fountain to do and Griffin doesn't do it cause she's a queen).

All in all, fuck this woman and her fake-ass grandma attitude.

Favourite villain: Darcy

Yes, specifically Darcy. Stormy is close behind, but I just don't like Icy enough for the trix as a whole to be my favourite.

Darcy not only has, by far, the coolest powers on this show but she's also the most interesting villain. Whereas all the other villains are obviously in it for power or for fun (looking at you, Stormy), it seems like Darcy isn't quite as set on power. She's putting in the effort, but I feel like, if it weren't for Icy (mostly) and Stormy, she would never have seeked out that power.

But also her character design is beautiful. I mean, the 70s aesthetic… amazing.

Least favourite villain: Tritannus

I just really don’t like looking at him.

Also I feel like his story is weak af. Just give him some land (water?) to be duke of or something.

Also also that Tritannus/Icy thing 🤢

Most overrated: Flora

BEFORE YOU SEND ME ANGRY MESSAGES: I do not HATE Flora.

I just don’t understand why people love her so much. I just don't think she’s interesting enough. Canon Flora is boring. She has no spice. All of her flavour comes from what the fans have made of her.

Fanon Flora, love her dearly. Canon Flora, equivalent to flour (heh, get it? Flour, Flower).

Most underrated: Timmy

A king.

This man does not get the love and appreciation he deserves. Not only is he brilliant, he is also adorably nerdy, he is kind, he is loyal, he is patient, he is a god-tier boyfriend, he is a lovable and honest friend. 

TLDR: He is too good and pure for this world.

If you dislike this man, kindly remove yourself from my page. That shit will not be tolerated. This is a no Timmy slander area.

Favourite season: Season 2

This season holds both some of my least favourite episodes as well as my most favourites. We’ve got an interesting relationship, me and season 2.

That being said, it holds a special place in my heart. Mainly because of the Musa/Riven development, but also the addition of Aisha.

Least Favourite season: Season 5

I only picked season 5 because i don’t think ive ever seen season 6 or 7 fully. I’ve seen parts of season 6 (the ones that pertained to Musa and Riven), but I don’t think that’s enough for me to judge it properly.

Season 5 is just bad all around: mediocre villain, juvenile, probably some bad Bloom/Sky drama that I blocked from memory, that infuriating episode where they forced Tecna and Timmy to go on a irl date, that stupid ass plot where Musa thought Riven was cheating on her, the fucking ridiculous Helia/Flora/Krystal drama.

Favourite fairy form: Enchantix

Beautiful. Classic. Ethereal.

Least favourite fairy form: Sirenix

The Sirenix song, an absolute bop. Sirenix itself, hard no. It’s just… 🤮🤮

Now, again, I am not considering season 6 and 7 as I haven’t seen them properly. Butterflix is a strong contender for least favourite, though.

Favourite episode: Season 2 Episode 15 – The Show Must Go On (Magic in My Heart in 4kids)

Musa performing for the first time in the show. Musa and her dad starting to work on their relationship. Riven putting himself out of his comfort zone for Musa. It’s beautiful 🥲🥲🥲

Least favourite episode: Season2 Episode 9 – Professor Avalon’s Secret (The Angel of Doom in 4kids)

The one where Tecna trades in her base fairy form's hat for a tinfoil hat.

This episode gives me so much secondhand embarrassment.

Favourite couple: Musa and Riven

I mean…. Yeah, obviously.

Least favourite couple: Aisha and Roy

Nabu should never have died

But he did and I have begrudgingly accepted that

BUT FFS LET AISHA MOURN. You made Nabu her soulmate, made them literally perfect together, killed him, made her rage for A SINGLE episode, be sorta sad for the rest of season 4 and the BOOM! Season 5 happens and she’s basically forgotten Nabu ever existed

NO! NON! JE REFUSE! C’EST D’LA CRISS DE MARDE. NON. NON. NON. NON. NON.

Also Roy’s hair looks like a highlighter. Like, y’all make fun of onion boy's hair (as do I because seriously why the fuck is with Riven's hair design), but this man looks like an office supply that has a single use. Onions are not only good to cook with in almost every single recipe in existence (barring desserts) (I am a very bad cook, so do not question me on this) (I am a great baker though, so I know for a fact that onions and dessert is a no no). but they’re also great for throwing at people!

Favourite sidekicks: The Specialists

Look me in the eyes and tell me you believe these idiots are anything more than sidekicks to their girlfriends.

If you said yes, ask yourself if you can remember them going on a single mission without it being to assist the winx since season 1? No. That’s right. You can’t.

These pretty boys exist solely to assist their girlfriends on missions and be eye candy. That’s it. That’s their purpose in life and they are excelling at it.

Least favourite sidekick: The pets

I hate the pixies, but they had their funny moments. These things on the other hand are abso-fucking-lutely useless.

[justnothings-posts]

Kazuha

Face : ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Body : ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Personality : ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Total score : 24/30

Nakamura Kazuha is the epitome of Asian beauty. Her simple yet sharp features gives her a tremendous amount of charisma even without any exaggerated facial expression. Combined that with her amazing posture and body proportion, it is fair to say that she was born to become a model.

1. Face

For me, the best way to describe Kazuha’s facial appearance are sharp and clean. Everything from the shape of her face, her eyes, her mouth— it feels so simple yet very charismatic at the same time.

Interestingly enough, her face when she smile and her face when it is expressionless somehow makes her seem like a two different person. For example, in most brand photoshoots that she did, she tends to just stare directly at the camera without any defined expression, which gives off this charismatic and attention-commanding look without she even trying. But as soon as she break into smiles, she somehow morphed into this image of a sweet and pure young lady that is filled with youthness.

That being said, I think she has the perfect face for an Asian model in a high-fashion industry— plain beauty, sophisticated aura, cool demeanor; it just tick all the boxes.

2. Body

As previously mentioned, Kazuha’s ideal body proportion suits her perfectly to become a supermodel. Good height, nice lower to upper body ratio, great posture and skinny body type— what’s there not to like?

But in the context of sexual appeal, she does have a pretty flat chest, which is a pretty significant minus in her overall attractiveness scale.

Thankfully, she does have a pretty nice buttocks to cover for that, which is probably developed from her years of training in ballerina, giving it that plump and curvy looks. Although in her case, I’m pretty sure that despite the size and appearance of it, her ass would be more on the firm side instead of soft and jiggly, assuming it is mainly consists of muscle tissue rather than fat.

But as a man of culture, any type of ass is still ass, and given the shape of it, I would definitely be looking twice if she was to walk pass me.

3. Personality

Kazuha is known to have a 4D personality, which basically means versatile and unpredictable depending on situations. And of course, having this kind of personality adds a significant point to her attractiveness.

On the outside, she seems like a shy and calm person, yet in the inside, she is actually very easygoing and full of jokes. She enjoy making people laugh and doesn’t mind to turn herself into the bud of a joke.

In other words, despite her prettiness and elegant image, she often not bothered to take herself too seriously, which makes her even more attractive than she already is.

Conclusion

In conclusion, I personally think Kazuha is the gold standard of a stunning Asian woman. Her plain beauty is just very refreshing to look at, and her charismatic aura makes it very hard for you to not acknowledging her beautiful presence.

In terms of sexual appeal, her lower side provides a good coverage for what she lacking on the upper side. Her small set of tits when paired up with her plump-shaped buttocks is a pretty good combo in my opinion, and I’m pretty sure most men would agree with me on that take too. Also, it is worth mentioning that the small tits fat ass combo is pretty rare among Asian women, so there is even more reason to appreciate her.

Lastly, her duality in character makes her a very fun partner to have, may it be romantically or just a normal friendship. For me, personally, I don’t see her as a strong wifey material, but more like a first love or a secret crush kind of vibe as she is still very youthful with an unpredictable sides of personality.

[thekatea]

My Dearest

Watched: 02.09.2023

Ever changing layers of happiness and sadness, pain and survival.

I went into this drama with a lot of trust and hope. Hwang Jin Young amazed me once with Rebel: Thief Who Stole the People, and I was ready to be amazed again - and she did not disappoint.

Set around the year 1636 during the Qing invasion of Joseon, the story centers around the themes of social structures and expectations put on different social classes, inequality of genders, women solidarity, the role of the royal family, all mixed with a beautiful, well paced romance that keeps breaking your heart and mending it back together - the sweetness and the angst perfectly balanced.

The story opens with what one could describe as open ended closure - showing us the future, but just a direction of where it all went, vague frame of the characters’ fates, while leaving enough uncertainty to keep you curious and striving to make your own interpretations and theories.

The core of the show are its characters. Yoo Gil Chae is exactly what I always wanted to see from a strong female lead - realistic depiction of pure survival based on wits and determination instead of unrealistic superhero like skills. She is introduced as a naive, egocentric and slightly delusional young woman, who thinks the whole world centers around her. Her bold attitude and cunning nature is truly refreshing, even if at times cheesy.

As the drama progresses, she shows an enormous amount of emotional strength and wits. The same cunning nature she used to seduce men, she then used to keep others alive. Even though her whole behavior and demeanor changes in a matter of days, it feels organic, believable and right - all the development happens on top of already existing traits she had.

And then we have Lee Jang Hyun introduced as a resourceful casanova dressed in a veil of mystery, surprising everyone with his skills, insightful understanding of politics and unconventional takes on matters of loyalty, patriotism, marriage and love. A man who seems too perfect to ever exist. A man who can make viewers' hearts flutter with sweet teasing and playful flirting, but also sincere confessions and yearning gazes he gives Gil Chae. A man who is willing to try to stop the war for the woman he cherishes.

Compared to Gil Chae and Jang Hyun, who present this opposition to accepted social norms and values, we have Nam Yeon Jun and Kyung Eun Ae, whom I would describe as prisoners of their upbringing and expectations put on them.

Yeon Jun, the loyal subject with an idealistic idea of protecting the royal family when needed. Eun Ae, the perfect pure woman who protects her chastity. His worth lies in his devotion to the king, her worth lies in her purity that should be given only to her husband. Both characters were truly sad to watch and fascinating to analyze.

What more has the drama to offer? First of all, the amazing, and at times painful to watch social commentary, often presented in the format of contrasting scenes intertwined with each other. Patriotic moments put against complete defeat, happy celebration in contrast to upcoming invaders, inconvenience of the royal family opposed to dying subjects. Sometimes just seconds, passing moments that stay with you long after you finish watching.

What adds to the gripping storytelling is the more realistic depiction of war and how gruesome it can truly be for commoners. All the scenes of the invaders attacking villages, killing all the men, the horrifying fate of the women, struggles of the slaves and pain of the ones thought to be the enemies of the Qing. People trying to survive, people trying to get back to normal, even if the peace was not fully obtained.

Everything created ever changing layers of happiness and sadness, pain and survival. How the tragedy hits us harder thanks to the happiness we previously witnessed, and how we appreciate the joyful moments, remembering the pain the characters went through.

All that emotional impact was possible thanks to the phenomenal performances from the cast. While watching Namgoong Min in this drama, I accepted that I will stay single for the rest of my life. My standards in men reached unobtainable levels all thanks to his portrayal of Jang Hyun. You wish to be in mortal danger so he can save you, while also making you want to protect him. The perfect balance of confidence and vulnerability, playful nature and sincere love, bravery against the enemy and the fear of losing people he cares about.

Ahn Eun Jin was the perfect choice for Yoo Gil Chae. An actress skilled enough to present the pure innocence, cunning nature and mature strength in a way that it never felt contradictory. I ended up adoring the character’s little schemes, feeling the pain she was feeling and rooting for her with all my heart in times of hardships and danger.

Lee Hak Joo and Lee Da In had an extremely hard job of presenting characters whose usually praised traits became their flaws. A delivery that at times makes you feel a whole ra(n)ge of emotions. Love them or hate them, but you for sure will not be indifferent.

From the production standpoint, I cannot describe how happy I was with the styling of the characters during the turbulent times. The raw perfection of the imperfections. No porcelain like white skin. The blemishes, imperfections, dirt and sweat - all adding to the realism of the story.

And then we have the touching soundtrack. Only With Heart full of feelings of hope, the innocence of pure love hidden in Road To You, The Painted On The Moonlight filled with longing and the desperation in Unforgettable Love.

Realistically speaking, words cannot describe how much I love this drama. It took complete possession of my brain, heart and soul. It gives you sweet moments that will make you grin from ear to ear and scream into the pillow. It breaks your heart times and times again, and yet you will feel grateful for every tear it made you shed. It introduces uncomfortable topics and scenarios that will make you contemplate your own beliefs and ideas. It served me everything and I could not ask for more.

Is the show flawless? No show is. But if you ask me to name any flaws, I would struggle, because all the tiny issues I might have had seem so miniscule and insignificant it would truly feel like looking for something to criticize just for the sake of finding any negativity. One thing that bothered me slightly in the later episodes: there were some unclear time passage issues, the contextual hints of how much time passed were not always clear and it affected the understanding of the characters, their motivations and emotions. It was not extremely hard to figure out, but it did require a bit more analysis and thinking.

[amourcheol]

before i reblog, i want to give you ALL the flowers in the world. i just finished reading the monster of a fic called the great war and YOU HAVE DONE IT AGAIN. there are no words that can amount to how much i adore this fic. i love lengthy word counts done right (god knows how much long fics i got excited over before them being disappointing or boring as a reader) and i, most importantly, love enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, historical aus done right !!

lets get this out of the way first GRRR WOOF WOOF WOOF BARK SNARK GRERR RAHH HOWL BARK BARK WOOF WOOF WOOF GENERAL SEUNGCHEOL VICTOR OF VENICE I NEED ABYSMALLY.

okay. now that i can safely get that out of my system, LOVE LOVE LOVEEE everything about this fic. theres something so sweet abt men being written unrealistically (aka respectful and honorable whattt??? out of this world tbh) im joking ,, but i did absolutely love how you made cheol so strongly standing for his wife. the slow burn that really did the tag justice (it BURNT), the ENEMIES TO LOVERS DONE RIGHT!?! LIKE YESSS !!! they actually did want to kill each other and the yelling and arguing leading up to the first kissing scene CHEFS KISS like that's literally the epitome of writing, like is it really an e2l if there isn't a intensely written argument before the first sign of intimacy!?!?

throughout reading this story, all i could think abt was how could i ever put into the words the justice you served. allowing reader to be a strong character yet so eloquently bringing to light the struggles she would still face from just being a woman, to seungcheol using his power to stand FOR her. an honorary mention of the "Careful." he would reply to the Councillor after the panicking scene from the Florence mention INCREDIBLE!! it gave everything and more!! the character development from both sides, venus and mars foreshadowing, the subtleties that only slow burn could provide. i genuinely wish i could give a way better review than this but unfortunately im still speechless due to how beautiful this story was so just pls take this dreary review and understand that im so so in love and i adore you so much for the amount of work you put out into this, from the visuals and the descriptions, the perfect build up, the amazing writing of e2l and reflections– just EVERYTHING. you created a masterpiece <3

brb literally pulling my hair out till I got scraps left .

IMNSORRY ):£3!3!3 IM GONAN SVREAM SHIT CRY ?:£3!3!3 THIS IS THE SWEETEST THING EVER ):&:!3! 😭😭😭😭😭 First of all UR SO RIGHT … I never find huge fics anywhere and if I do they’re just …: YAWN ‼️‼️ I’m so glad u love those tropes they’re my BIGGEST guilty pleasures 😭 tho I can’t even lie I don’t feel guilty at ALL for historical! Aus

FUCKCJFKDDJD STOP I SVREAMED can u tell that cheol as a military general haunts me at night … I fear I am able to write another 40k for him ..: but ur so right tho my biggest biggest swoon moments come from men dying and sacrificing themselves for their lovers and I just !!! Seungcheol would absolutely die for his wife and this information jumps me in my sleep paralysis FR .. I’m so so happy u agree w me about the hatred I NEED HATRED FOR E2L OR ITS NOT E2L !! and PLS another guilty pleasure is screaming in each others faces before eating each other up … i will not be held accountable …

STOP I COULD CRY ??? thank u for appreciating the little bits of the fic 😭😭💖 that scene was incredibly hard to write and I’m glad people like it so much !! PLEASE DONT WVEN APOLOGISE ??? This is more than I could ever ask for you are truly so kind 😞💖💖 thank you for taking the time to read and send this unbelievably sweet message may or may not be thinking about this for the next 700 business days 😍😍💖

[zapreportsblog]

All I Could Ever Need pt. 3

➥ pt. 2 “All I Could Ever Have”

➥ summary: this story foretells Kirishima journey into the hero world, how he found love and how his life changed.

The sun cast a warm glow through the windows of Kirishima and (Y/n)'s home, creating a cozy and inviting atmosphere. The couple sat side by side on the couch, their hearts filled with a love that seemed to overflow as they admired their precious baby girl, who lay peacefully in her crib nearby.

Kirishima watched with adoration as (Y/n) cradled their daughter in her arms, her eyes filled with a mixture of awe and tenderness. He marveled at the strength and resilience of the woman he loved, seeing her embrace motherhood with grace and love.

"(Y/n), you are amazing," Kirishima whispered, his voice filled with reverence. "Look at how beautifully you care for her. She's so lucky to have you as her mother."

(Y/n) looked up from their daughter, a gentle smile gracing her lips. "And she's lucky to have you as her father, Kirishima. You have already shown her so much love and devotion."

As they sat there, a sense of peace and contentment enveloped them. They marveled at the tiny features of their daughter, her delicate fingers and button nose, as they discussed their hopes and dreams for her future.

Kirishima leaned in closer, his voice soft and filled with wonder. "What do you think she'll be like when she grows up, (Y/n)?"

(Y/n) looked at their daughter, her eyes shining with love. "I hope she inherits the best qualities from both of us. Your unwavering courage and determination, and my love for the earth and the beauty of nature. I hope she grows up to be strong, compassionate, and resilient."

Kirishima nodded, his heart swelling with pride. "I have no doubt that she will, (Y/n). With parents like us, she has the best role models to look up to."

As the days turned into weeks, Kirishima and (Y/n) settled into a routine of parenthood, their lives filled with joy, challenges, and the undeniable love that flowed between them. They embraced the sleepless nights and the endless diaper changes, knowing that every moment was precious and would pass all too quickly.

They spent their days nurturing their daughter's growth and development, creating a nurturing environment filled with love and support. Kirishima often found himself marveling at how quickly she grew, every milestone bringing a mix of pride and bittersweet nostalgia.

As their daughter grew older, family time became even more precious. Kirishima and (Y/n) cherished every opportunity to bond as a family, whether it was cuddling on the couch, going for walks in the park, or simply spending time together in their cozy home.

One sunny afternoon, Kirishima suggested a family outing to the park. With (Y/n) carrying their daughter in a baby carrier, they strolled through the park, enjoying the sights and sounds of nature. They marveled at the vibrant colors of the flowers, the soft rustle of leaves, and the gentle breeze that seemed to caress their cheeks.

As they settled on a blanket beneath a large oak tree, Kirishima took their daughter into his arms, marveling at how much she had grown. He couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of love and protection as he looked at her, his heart bursting with joy.

"(Y/n), look at her. She's growing so fast," Kirishima whispered, his voice filled with wonder.

(Y/n) smiled, her eyes shining with love. "Yes, she is. Every day, she amazes me with her strength and curiosity."

Kirishima gently bounced their daughter on his knee, a smile playing on his lips. "I can't wait to teach her about being a hero, about fighting for what's right. I want her to grow up knowing that she can make a difference in the world."

(Y/n) reached out, placing her hand on Kirishima's, their fingers intertwining. "And I want her to learn about the beauty of the earth, to appreciate the simple things in life. I want her to understand the importance of protecting and preserving our environment."

They sat in comfortable silence, basking in the love and warmth that surrounded them. Their daughter cooed and gurgled, seemingly content in the embrace of her parents. In that moment, Kirishima and (Y/n) knew that their love and dedication would guide their daughter on her journey, nurturing her dreams and helping her become the best version of herself.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the park, Kirishima and (Y/n) packed up their belongings and made their way back home. They walked hand in hand, their hearts full of gratitude for the beautiful family they had created together.

Back at home, as they settled their daughter down for the night, Kirishima and (Y/n) reflected on the precious moments they had shared as a family. They knew that their love would continue to grow, that their journey together would be filled with countless more joyous and challenging moments.

As they lay in bed, their daughter sleeping soundly nearby, Kirishima wrapped his arm around (Y/n), drawing her close. They exchanged a tender kiss, their hearts connected in a bond that nothing could break.

"(Y/n), thank you for giving me the greatest gift of all: our beautiful daughter," Kirishima whispered, his voice filled with love and gratitude.

(Y/n) smiled, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "And thank you, Kirishima, for being the most incredible partner and father. I couldn't imagine this journey without you."

In that moment, as they drifted off to sleep, Kirishima and (Y/n) knew that their love story was just beginning. They looked forward to the countless adventures, laughter, and cherished family moments that lay ahead.

•••

Four years had passed since the birth of Kirishima and (Y/n)'s daughter. Their lives had been filled with love, laughter, and the joy that only parenthood could bring. As their daughter grew, Kirishima and (Y/n) marveled at her every milestone, eagerly anticipating the day she would manifest her own quirk.

It was a sunny day in Musutafu as the family gathered in the backyard. Their daughter, with her vibrant red hair and sparkling eyes, played joyfully in the grass. Kirishima and (Y/n) sat on a blanket, watching her with adoration, their hearts filled with love.

"(Y/n), do you ever wonder what kind of quirk our daughter will have?" Kirishima mused, his eyes fixed on their daughter as she twirled and giggled.

(Y/n) smiled, her gaze never leaving their daughter. "I do, Kirishima. I can't wait to see how her quirk will reflect the incredible qualities of both her parents."

As they spoke, their daughter's laughter filled the air, capturing their attention. Suddenly, a shimmering light enveloped her tiny form, causing Kirishima and (Y/n) to exchange wide-eyed glances.

"What's happening?" Kirishima exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement and awe.

They watched in amazement as their daughter's hair turned a radiant shade of crimson, mirroring Kirishima's own quirk. But there was more—a wave of earthy energy emanated from her, causing the ground beneath her to ripple gently, reflecting (Y/n)'s unique quirk.

"(Y/n), she's... she's got both our quirks!" Kirishima gasped, his voice filled with a mix of astonishment and pride.

(Y/n) blinked, her eyes glistening with wonder. "Our daughter truly is a testament to the love and bond we share. Her quirk is a beautiful fusion of our own."

Their daughter continued to play, blissfully unaware of the unique power she possessed. Kirishima and (Y/n) exchanged a knowing smile, their hearts brimming with joy. They knew that their daughter's quirk would be an incredible asset, a reflection of her strength and the harmony of their love.

As the years went by, their daughter's quirk continued to develop and grow. She discovered the ability to manipulate and harden her body like Kirishima, her skin taking on a stony appearance. But she also possessed the earthy prowess of (Y/n), able to shape and control the ground beneath her feet.

Kirishima and (Y/n) watched with pride as their daughter honed her quirk, training diligently to master its intricacies. They were there every step of the way, offering guidance, support, and unwavering love.

In her fifth year, their daughter stood before them, her vibrant red hair and strong, determined eyes a testament to her heritage. She flexed her muscles, her skin taking on a hardened texture, and summoned the power of the earth, causing the ground to rise and ripple.

"Mom, Dad, look what I can do!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement.

Kirishima and (Y/n) exchanged a proud smile, their hearts swelling with love and admiration. "(Daughter's Name), you are incredible," Kirishima said, his voice filled with awe. "Your quirk is a testament to the incredible bond we share and the strength within you."

(Y/n) embraced their daughter, tears of joy streaming down her face. "We are so proud of you, (Daughter's Name). Your quirk is a unique reflection of our' love and the strength that resides within you. Embrace it, cherish it, and use it to make the world a better place."

With each passing day, their daughter's quirk continued to evolve, becoming a force to be reckoned with. She trained alongside her parents, honing her abilities and pushing her limits. Together, they formed an unbreakable bond, a family united by love, determination, and a shared commitment to protect and serve.

As the years went by, their daughter would go on to become a hero, using her unique quirk to bring hope and justice to those in need. But no matter how far she ventured, Kirishima and (Y/n) would always be there, supporting her with unwavering love and pride.

In the years to come, they would face new challenges, celebrate triumphs, and create countless memories as a family. But the birth of their daughter's unique quirk would forever serve as a reminder of the incredible love that brought them together and the legacy they would leave behind.

[remisummerglow]

Adventures of a Tiny-Loving Giantess - Prologue

Drastic measures had been introduced to deal with global warming after the discovery of size manipulation technologies. Most of the world population had been shrunk: either to 1/20 of their size or to the micro 1/400 size, while a minority retained their original size. Big and small people lived together in a mixed society as a result of these policies. They interacted at work, at universities, and even in informal contexts. They weren’t extremely common, but mixed-size romantic interactions sometimes developed as well. Smaller people appreciated the beauty and size of their much bigger peers, often to the point of adoration; while some larger people loved spending time among tinies. Some of them did it for attention. Some were chasing wealthy and famous tinies, attempting to improve their status while remaining the dominant one in the relationship. Finally, some did it just because they were attracted to smaller people. Sarah was one of this last set of people, and her preference was so strong that her friends jokingly called her a “giant slut”.

That day Sarah had decided to visit the pool. She had dragged her friend Bianca to the tiny area, where people not taller than their ankles hung out. While Sarah felt right in her element, Bianca was more uneasy. Feeling out of proportion and clumsy in the cramped space, she pleaded to her friend to go back to the normal section of the pool. “I feel like everyone is staring at us here.”

“Yeah, isn’t that amazing?” Sarah beamed. Her friend wasn’t wrong. The sight of a couple of giant bikini-clad girls had caught the attention of dozens of three-inches-something tall people. Their shapely bodies would have attracted plenty of indiscreet looks in a normal location, let alone in there, where they stood out like a skyscraper in the middle of a rural village. It didn’t help that Sarah’s feet were occupying, by themselves, almost half of the pool… the water only came up to her ankles, but it helped keep the girl fresh on the hot mid-summer day.

As a result of their undeniable presence, a couple of enchanted tiny guys had walked to them. “Hey girls,” one of them introduced himself. “Nice day, huh?”

“Hi,” beamed Sarah. “Yeah, I just love this weather!” she cooed, coquettishly moving her hand through her long brown hair and smiling at the tiny guys.

“So what brings a big girl like you to this side of the pool?” the guy asked.

“Oh, not much, you know? Being around people our size all the time can be annoying,” she explained. “They can be so full of themselves. It’s just refreshing to hang out with tinies, explore other cultures. Why, do you mind?”

“No, not at all!” he said. “Actually, I just wanted to say that you’re very attractive.”

“Aw thanks, you are such a sweet guy,” she chirped. In that moment, Sarah felt something poke her thigh.

“Excuse me,” a small woman complained. She seemed visibly upset. “Your feet are taking up all of the pool. We would like to swim too.”

“Well,” Sarah said, “you are free to swim in that part of the pool,” gesturing to indicate the part of the pool on the other side of where her feet were.

“I mean, why don’t you just move to the large pool?” the woman said. “This is not the place for you.”

“Why don’t you move to the large pool then?” smirked Sarah. “You would have all the space that you want there!”

“I would risk getting stepped on there, idiot,” the tiny woman angrily yelled. “You might have a big body, but you sure have a tiny brain!”

“Sarah please,” Bianca tried to intercede. “Let’s not make a scene.”

“Eugh, fine,” Sarah conceded. “I’ll do as you say – I’ll take my feet out of the pool.”

“See? That wasn’t so hard,” the woman said, satisfied that Sarah was finally freeing the pool. Just as the giant girl was done removing her feet from the water, however, she placed her hands on both sides of the pool and entered the water with her butt. She smugly looked at the tiny woman as she did that. Sarah was blessed with quite a generous behind, which, it goes without saying, occupied even more space off the little pool compared to her dainty feet.

“I can’t believe you did this!” the woman yelled. “Are you damaged in the head?”

Sarah was about to respond when one of the guys she was flirting with intervened. “Come on, miss, can’t you see that you are bothering her?” he told the woman. “She has the same right to use this pool as everyone else.”

“He’s right,” his friend added. “Maybe you are just jealous.” “You are siding with her,” the disbelieving woman said. “You should be on the side of your own people.” She shook her head in disappointment. Defeated, she returned to her chair to grab her things and go away. “Hey, thanks for defending me,” Sarah said to the little man. “You guys were so sweet!”

“No problem,” the first of them responded. “I’m Paul by the way, and this guy’s Robert.”

“Nice to meet you both. I’m Sarah, and this is my friend Bianca.”

“Do you think I could have your number? We could go out sometimes,” he boldly asked.

Sarah giggled. “You like your girls big, huh?” she flirted.

“Well, I’d rather say I like my girls beautiful,” he replied.

“Oooh, smooth!” Sarah beamed. She picked the tiny guy up and whispered in his ear: “Why don’t we skip all the small talk and just get to the good parts?”

He enthusiastically agreed. “Meet me in front of the entrance,” she said. “I’ll grab my stuff and take you home.”

“What about you?” said the second guy. He was looking towards Bianca. “Would you like to go out sometimes?”

“I-i…” Bianca awkwardly scrambled for words. “I’m actually really busy!” She quickly got up and grabbed her towel, prompting Sarah to follow her.

“What about Diego?” asked Bianca, as the girls were walking to the changing rooms.

“What about him?” Sarah said. “He doesn’t have to know, okay?”

“Well, I’m not telling him,” Bianca giggled. “But aren’t you afraid he’ll find out? This isn’t even the first time you cheated on him.”

Sarah shrugged. “The thing with tiny guys is, they’re so small… you can’t just have one of them!”

Bianca laughed. “You like them so much, guess I should try one of them out someday.”

“You really should,” nodded Sarah. “They go crazy for big girls like us.”

As the girls chatted and walked, Bianca inadvertently hit something with her flip-flop. At the same time, they heard a woman screaming. Bianca looked around her feet, realizing that something was wrong.

“Be careful where you’re stepping,” a woman from inside the swimming pool scolded them. “You kicked the micro pool into the regular one – it landed on me! I got micros all over me!” she explained as she tried to shake the bug-sized people off her large breasts and shoulders.

“Whoa, sorry!” Bianca said. She bent down to oversee the situation. “Here, one of them,” she pointed, as she saw a bug-sized man stuck on the woman’s chest, right above her cleavage, when a drop of water slid down over him, dragging him down until he disappeared in between the giant breasts. “Well, never mind.”

Several other people were floating in the water all around the giantess’s torso, trying to stay afloat, some of them desperately swimming towards the gigantic woman in hope of finding a foothold. Bianca managed to catch a couple of them before the lifeguard arrived. “This always happens,” the worker complained as she attempted to fish the micros using a strainer.

“These guys have it hard, huh,” Bianca said, looking at the micro people in the middle of her hand. They appeared disoriented in the palm of a hand the size of a town square to them, not to mention the sight of the bikini-covered tits looming in the near distance like a monument to femininity.

Bianca handed the couple micros to the lifeguard. “Thanks,” said the woman. “I think this should be all of them.”

“Um, I think you are missing at least one,” said Bianca, and she nervously whispered something to the lifeguard.

“Oh, fuck sake,” the woman rambled, as she glanced at the pool woman’s boobs. “They don’t pay me nearly enough to deal with this!”

“Why even put the micro pool there?” Bianca observed as the two girls walked away from the sorry scene.

Sarah shrugged. The girls finally entered the changing rooms, where they removed their bikinis and put on their dry clothes.

“So,” Sarah said. “Aren’t you going to go out with that guy?” Her friend had removed her bra and was now standing topless. “He would fit just right between those tits of yours,” she giggled.

“Well he was kinda cute…” pondered Bianca.

“He was eating you up with his eyes,” Sarah observed.

“Yeah I noticed,” agreed Bianca. She was looking down at her belly. “Um, did you think I put some weight on lately? I haven’t been able to go to the gym much.” She had removed her bikini bottom as well and was now posing completely naked for her friend.

“Not at all, you look amazing,” Sarah raved. She was sincere – Bianca’s petite body was full of curves, and would have made many other girls jealous – but not Sarah, who was just as great looking.

“Thanks,” Bianca said “Well I said it’s time for me to try out tinies,” she reasoned. “Might as well do it now while I’m still single.”

“That’s the spirit,” Sarah cheered. “Come on,” she said, our boys are waiting for us!

“Right, right,” Bianca said, nervous, but enthusiastic, and she went for her bag to pick out her clothes.

When the girls got out of the pool, they walked to the tiny parking lot. “See them anywhere?” asked Sarah.

“I don’t think so,” Bianca said, busy trying not to step on the tiny cars parked in the area. “Should we wait for them here? God, I wonder if he left already,” she panicked. “Why did I turn him down the first time?”

“Nah, don’t overthink it,” Sarah reassured her. “They’re obviously slower because they’re tiny.”

“Right,” said Bianca.

“Look, there they are!” said Sarah, as she saw the two guys waving in their direction.

Sarah bent down to pick her guy up, and looked in Bianca’s direction, shooting a glance that invited her friend to take action.

“Um…” Bianca said. She awkwardly addressed the guy by her flip-flops. “I changed my mind. Would you still want to come with us?”

“Of course!” Robert beamed. If his friend Paul wasn’t being firmly held in Sarah’s clutch, he would’ve probably high-fived him. “Well,” Sarah said. “Everyone get in my ca-”

She was interrupted by the repeated blaring of horns coming from the street.

“Move!” a woman shouted. “You’re blocking the street!”

Sarah’s flip-flops were indeed in the middle of the tiny street, blocking the way for a whole line of tiny cars. “I think I recognize that voice,” she thought, only to look inside the vehicle to see the same complainer from the pool. “Eugh, her again.”

Sarah bent down to address the tiny woman. Only then she was recognized as the rude giant girl from the pool. “You didn’t say please,” Sarah said, smirking.

“You again!” the angry woman yelled. “Just move!”

“You’re right,” Sarah said, as she picked the tiny car up. “I shouldn’t be blocking the street.” She moved out of the way, clearing the street for the other drivers – now quite terrified of the situation.

The woman was now at the peak of her anger, she couldn’t believe that young bitch had picked up her whole car like that. “Put me down, now!” she yelled. Sarah was holding the tiny car in front of her face, her blue eyes savouring the sight of the panicking woman.

“Fine, fine,” she said. She indeed put the car back to the ground. “But before we go, let me leave you with a present,” and she fetched her wet bikini bottom from the bag, dropping it on top of the tiny car, covering it completely.

The woman desperately screamed, every window of her car now covered with the bright pink fabric from the nineteen-years-old girl’s thong. She would have to perform the humiliating task of removing the oversized undergarment from the top her car herself… once she had managed to get out of the car.

Sarah walked to her car smiling, glad for the lesson she had imparted to the annoying woman. She might have been famous for her love of tinies, but she certainly wasn’t always nice to them.

[kayla-marie-writes]

Welcome to Samdal-ri, Episode 5:

Yong-pil is adorable, as per usual. I'm giving away my age here, but I do miss being able to run around and play safely as a kid, and now I'd never allow my daughter to, unless we are in an enclosed, safe location.

Even in GRIEF, he's still looking for her?! And she settled for WHAT?! Oh, COME OOOON!! He's so🥹. (How do actresses not FOLD when Ji Chang-wook gives them puppy eyes?! HOW?!)

He doesn't cuss? He is so cute. Samdal-ri still won't open up much, at least about the ex, but from the last couple of episodes, she's getting there, I think...I swear, I love Yong-pil more through each episode.🥰

Again. I LOVE the trope of older Korean women being strong, caring, and TERRIFYING. You don't mess with them, but GOD HELP YOU if you mess with their babies. Honorable mention, if the lead is a powerful supernatural being who trembles at the might of an older human woman.

Hm. Both male leads KINDA look similar, although he's not showing any tendencies yet. They're not competing over Sam-dal...yet? Why do people keep asking if Yong-pil is uncomfortable, and they do the most to keep them apart? Oh. They both got her medicine.

Ugh, that weird bastard...why is he so obsessed with taking her down? It's already happened. What more does HE NEED?!

GET THEM, MAMA! PROTECT YOUR BABIES! They spend WAY too much time worrying about those two. I have the feeling that their gossip, and other factors, led to the breakup. So...I assume that Namdal-ri is another small town that wants to modernize? (I admit, though, a state fair type of park by the seaside sounds amazing, but I also understand that older generations don't like change). Bougie-ass politician...lol...ooh, you're done. DONE.

Oh, no. She's gonna see her ex. BEAT HIS ASS! Wait, that lady must know her reputation! I am CRYING LAUGHING! OH. The side glance of all Korean dramas. Oof. Again. The alcohol consumption is crazy.

The Lambo scene is cute-oh! Oh, he was smooth. Okay, sir. I'm not a material girl. But I like how he did that. Okay, Sang-do. I still love my Yong-pil. But that was cute.

Oh, no...gossiping strikes again. If I ever get to visit Korea, I'm definitely going to find small towns as well as big cities. As much as I love the city, I also think about the country town in North Carolina where I used to visit my grandparents.

Sigh. Here she goes, pushing him away again. Whyyyy? He's always offering his hand, not even as a boyfriend, which I appreciate. He's not doing the whole, "You're here, I'm here, let's get back together", thing.

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THIS ASSHOLE?! Yong-pil, tap into K2 and WHOOP HIS ASS! Get the WHOLE town on his ass! Oh, the atmosphere got cold REAL QUICK. THAT'S RIGHT BREAK THAT SHIT!! I love them. So much. For all the gossip, they look out for each other.

"Fix it, I don't have that money," I am ROLLING! (Not them trying to fix the camera!😭🤣). I hate that they even need to give that jackass anything. Sang-do with the FLEX!! STAND UP FOR HER, YAS! OMG SOMEONE PUNCH HIM, PLEASE! YES WE LOVE A DASH CAM!!

Aww...you.know what, I think this is my favorite episode so far. Yong-pil🥹. I saw that. Why don't they listen to him at work, though? Or try to silence him? Maybe he wouldn't act out as much. It's...the weather. Listen to that adorable, sweet spaz! Oh...wow. Right in front of him on camera. Ouch. So here we go. Second male lead stuff. Now...I notice that she never asks Sang-do how he found her.🤔

Overall, the best episode so far. I DO hope to see some development for the other two sisters, as I saw in the little preview at the end. Alright, time to watch My Demon.😁

[evansbby]

Bestie omg😭😭😭 I knew it was gonna be an emotional roller coaster, but this was so much better than I expected, and I expected no less than a masterpiece!!!

I absolutely LOVED everything about it!!!!!

Steve’s character development?? Omg made me so emotional I cried so much. The way he listened to omega even though everything inside of him told him to end peter… but he still let go for her, bc he loves and he knew he would lose her if he didn’t control himself🥹

And the panic attack? Read about Steve in this situation, Steve the strong alpha who’s always in control, just completely lose himself bc someone dared to touch the woman he loves and talk about their relationship. SO HEARTBREAKING that was the first time I cried during reading this.

And the car ride to her mother’s house pls it was so entertaining😭 Steve suggests to play this game just so he could ask her this question while this cute thing being completely clueless and asks him his fav color😭😭😭😭

But this sweet little moment they had smiling at each other and him kissing her and telling she’s cute I MELTED😭 it almost felt like he’s a normal person🥹

And when they got to her mother’s house, the part with him reading her diary and calling her a nerd omg this little normal couple moments have my heart 🥹🥹🥹😭😭😭😭😭

And i love how protective he gets when it’s about her, wanting to find one of her mother’s ex bf and kill him cause he touched her? Im such a slut for men like that fr

And god bestie you WRECKED MY HEART with the part where she was screaming and crying after her mother’s letter. Cried so so so much. Omega deserves so much better.

And at his parents house🥹 Steve is such a mama’s boy I can’t. i loved every moment of them at his parents house, it felt like this place really brought out the best of them. At Steve’s place there was Bucky and sam around and idk I just always got the feeling omega is super uncomfortable with that. And at his parents house it felt like she was more calm, and even found a friend🥹 she always wanted a real mother, and her being friend with her mother in law was so good and healthy for her. She never really had anyone to talk to and Steve’s mother really gets her being an omega herself

Omega’s constant need to be with Steve was honestly adorable, yet so sad at the same time. Like she was always afraid that if she’d not never to him he’ll just disappear and leave her alone with her thoughts and she was so scared of that

Ngl at the ultrasound I was kinda scared that their gonna find out that there is no baby but there wad and this moment was so wholesome😭🥹

And yk what I don’t wanna talk about this whole Bucky thing ok this made me way to emotional and i love Bucky and I hate him at the same time and this whole thing just broke me

But the end and the epilogue i just 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 cried!! so!!! Much!!!!!!! IT WAS PERFECT i loved it i just loved the way they both changed so much and became literally perfect for each other. Like they’re actually meant to be. They’re relationship at first felt really forced, like he has her trapped and she doesn’t want to be there, and she was too scared to even look him in the eyes, and he was just a complete asshole. And they change so much to fit each other and make this relationship so healthy and pure and full of love🥹

and the daughter???!!!??? STEVIE IS A GIRL DAD😭😭😭😭😭 and the name Rosie omg!!!!!!!! Love it!!!!!!!

I wrote so much im sorry i just love this fic and you!!! For writing this and thank you so much bestie for working so hard on this you’re so appreciated 💘💘💘🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

Thank you so so much for reading and sending this lovely amazing review bestie!!! I love you!!

I also love how you noticed the normal couple moments they had and also Steve trying to be normal too!!! I really wanted to showcase that in this chapter bc I feel like all their moments as a couple have been either super intense or just Steve gaslighting her. So I really wanted to show them being normal!

I’m so happy you enjoyed the whole car scene, it was honestly so much fun to write! Not Steve FINALLY trying to communicate through some weird ass “game” and omega not even understanding and innocently asking his fav colour 🥺🥺🥺 She really is so cute and no wonder Steve finds her cute 😌🥹

All of that was kind of like the calm before the storm, which was the sadness of omega discovering that her mom left her 😭😭

AND YES STEVE IS A GIRL DAD😌🥹🥹🥹 and yes their relationship is a lot better than at the beginning, it’s crazy how far they’ve come!!

Thank you so so much for reading! And never apologise for leaving a long review, I live for asks like these 💖

[drkangcl]

( dakota johnson , cis woman , she/her ) las vegas may be packed with people, but lana kensington has been on my mind. originally hailing from melbourne , australia, the fifty-eight thirty three year old has been in vegas for ten years. i know they’re a dj at encore beach club , but there’s a rumor on the strip saying they’re also a vampire. after some thought that makes sense , they can be +tenderhearted , but also -cunning. ask any local they’ll say they remind them of turning down your music to eavesdrop into a conversation, continuing an argument even when you realize you’re wrong, being the last to sing karaoke at a closing bar, & kicking out a one night stand at 6am.

connections + pinterest

statistics

✧･ﾟ: * 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 ‣ full name: lana hazel kensington ‣ nicknames: kensington ‣ age:  33 ‣ birthday: april 4th ‣ gender identity & pronouns: cis female & she/her ‣ sexual orientation: bisexual ‣ occupation: dj at encore beach club‣ hometown: melbourne, aus

✧･ﾟ: * 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ‣ face claim: dakota johnson ‣ height: 5′7 ‣ build: slim ‣ eye color: blue ‣ hair color: brown ‣ style habits: lots of black

✧･ﾟ: * 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚 ‣ positive traits: tenderhearted & affable ‣ negative traits: cunning & chaotic ‣ habits: cigarettes, being late, irish goodbyes, not thinking about consequences

✧･ﾟ: * 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐥𝐬 ‣ kol mikaelson ( the originals ) , nick miller ( new girl ), lindsay bluth funke ( arrested development ), chloe ( don’t trust the b in apt 23 ), deandra reynolds ( it’s always sunny ), mike ross ( suits ), roman roy ( succession ) + overall chaotic good characters

biography

lana kensington was a total wild child, born and raised in the swinging '60s of melbourne, australia. That era was like fuel for her unconventional spirit. she thrived in the city's counterculture scene, soaking up all the rebellion, individuality, and freedom vibes. art, music, and fashion became her niche, shaping her tastes and giving her a deep appreciation for nonconformity.

her parents were on the simpler side. she grew up on a small house by the beach. they were the type to walk around barefoot and make sure everyone gets to go surfing at the peak hour. her, her siblings, parents, and little pets got along amazing even through the rough teen years. the love for each other was strong.

but wait, things got even more interesting for lana in her early 30s. that's when she went through her vampire transformation, turning her into this timeless and ethereal being. during that time she worked as a clerk at a gas station. that’s where she met a customer passing through. queue edward cullen moment because he was nothing like she’d ever seen with his pale skin versus her tanned. she was immediately drawn to him. one thing led to another and somehow she ended up in the situation she has to life with for the rest of her life

adjusting to her new immortal existence wasn't always easy, in fact, she’s still guiding herself through it even after 50ish years. but, nevertheless, lana managed to hold onto her youthful exuberance while navigating the ups and downs of eternal life.

her moral compass always pointed towards helping others, even if it meant bending or breaking the rules. lana's journey took her all over the globe. she jet-setted across different cities, immersing herself in all sorts of cultures. along the way, she mastered her vampiric abilities. her agility was off the charts, her charm was irresistible, and she had some supernatural power that she’s still working on to this day.

of course, she ended up in no other than las vegas! here’s she’s been living around for ten years. first a receptionist, then worked at a pizza parlor, the na cocktail waitress, and somehow she worked her way up to being one of the djs at encore beach club.

headcanons

she always has an magic 8 ball in her purse because she would never ask others for opinions rather would use the ball to make some big decision in her life

her phone is always on do not disturb

does not own a bedframe and is more of a mattress on the floor type of girl

has chinese take out every sunday from the same spot

loves to move in silence , you may see her when she enters a party but always disappears by the end

always been a troublemaker even when she was young but hasn’t done anything crazy to get involved with the police

ceo of daytime to nighttime transformation

was once a receptionist at aria hotel but fired because she called the wife of a guy checking into a hotel to cheat on her ( funny bc she is an accomplice for people who cheat )

has the sickest vinyl record collection that her parents started and gave to her

always goes barefoot when dj-ing a set. she just got a habit she cant break!

her sets include a lot of throwbacks which definitely give a lot of positive feedback from the crowd

her apartment is full of knick knacks that she’s collected through the decades

randomly becomes aware like damn im actually e*ting people and will freak out and lock herself in her apartment for days and days to a point where someone has to get her 

wanted connections + tag + board

romantic : exes, tinder/hinge date, current relationship (destined to fail soon), one night stand, friends with benefits, the biggest cheating scandal of the season, was once engaged to

platonic : best friend, someone she knows from melbourne, first person she met in vegas, current neighbors (apt complex), vamp trio, sibling like friends (bickering a lot), former lovers to friends,

familial : siblings, cousins, family friends, uncle, aunt, mom, dad , an older vamp who’s her mentor/parental figure

negative : ex best friends, dated the same person, they just don’t like her (vice versa),

misc : current roommate, ex roommate, the one person she lets behind the dj booth with her, the person who turned her

[xiv-wolfram]

Love Like Winter - Comic Script

Heavensward - lvl 54

WolfSayle begins. (A bit spicy.)

Wolfram Saga Comics (Chronological)

This is the script for a future comic. Posting for those who don’t want to wait to get the story. Numbers indicate frame number.

Part 1 (Lots of censoring camera angles.)

Landscape of the water area north of Tailwind. Narrator - "After finding the location of Nidhogg’s lair Wolfram and Alphinaud returned to Zenith and convinced Ysayle to travel with them as far as Tailfeather. Wolfram wanted to make sure she wouldn’t be alone after learning such difficult truths. They stop for the night and make camp near a stream in the forest."

Wolf walks up to the stream but sees Ysayle bathing (her hair is tied up), surprised, blushes - “Oh! I’m sorry!” 

Ysayle smiles - “...would you like to join me?”

A) Wolf, embarrassed - “Uh… okay, thank you.” B) He starts disrobing as she turns around.

Wolf in the water, facing away respectfully, concerned - "Are you feeling any better? I know it's not been an easy few days for you." 

Ysayle looks at him, smiling - “Your concern earlier was…appreciated. There are few in my life who worry about my well-being in that manner.” Thought - 'Precious few.'

Wolf smiles awkwardly, still facing away, looking off in the distance - “I find myself caring very much for your wellbeing, Ysayle. Besides, you know I am no stranger to weathering hard truths. I thought it may be easier if you didn’t have to do it alone.”

Ysayle comes closer to him and grins - "As long as your concern is my ease… would you mind washing my back?"

He looks at her, blushing slightly, smiles nervously - "Aye, whatever you need." Thought - 'Seven hells but she's beautiful, like a statue carved from marble.' 

Wolf washes her back. One hand on her shoulder, one on back, staring at her other shoulder. Thought - 'Aye, marble… but so soft and warm.'

He kisses her shoulder. She smiles, thought - 'Finally.'

Wolf moves back, surprised - “I’m so sorry! I don’t know what came over me.” 

Ysayle turns towards him and grins “I’ll admit, I was testing you. You did nothing wrong.”

Wolf confused - “A test? What do you mean?”

Ysayle smiles comfortingly - “I know your heart belongs to another, but you cannot be with him. You know I am …similarly devoted. Yet we are kindred spirits…I’m attracted to you, and I believe you are to me. Let us seek comfort in each other.”

Wolf, surprised, blushes - “I… can’t deny that I have been developing feelings for you, Ysayle. I've not felt this close with anyone in a long time. And I do feel a…a need. Which is unusual for me. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever met. Yet… I am not a young man. That doesn't bother you?”

She beams and puts her hand on his chest - "Not in the slightest. I care not for how many summers you've seen. I'm attracted to your soul as much as your body. So let us take care of one another, my dear friend." Wolf smiles at her, cupping her face in his hand.

They kiss.

Part 2

Both have pants on. Ysayle has a hempen camise. Wolf is laying in the grass against a rock near the stream with his left arm around Ysayle. She lays against him, on her side, head against his arm, left hand on his chest.

Ysayle beams up at him - "Well that was most enjoyable."

Wolf grins, staring at the sky - "Aye…and unexpected." 

She laughs - "I pray you mean unexpected in a good way."

Wolf laughs - "Yes, of course! You're beautiful and that was amazing. I just hadn't done that in a very long time. If I'm being honest I hadn't expected to know such desire again. The way I feel about you is quite different from him. Yet still very strong." Thought - 'I shouldn't have said that…it sounded wrong.'

Ysayle smiles comfortingly and lightly touches his RA tattoo. - "As you should. It would be odd if our feelings towards everyone were the same, correct? We should feel differently about different people. Know that I did not expect anything more from you than this." 

Wolf smiles sadly - "I want to offer more though. You're the first person to truly see me and accept all of me. The good and the bad. I see and accept all of you. My mind wants you, my body certainly does…but it’s as if half of my heart is cold. I'm sorry." Ysayle thought - 'My friend here is entirely too chivalrous. Perhaps he's not ready for this sort of relationship?'

Ysayle smiles comfortingly - "Pray do not apologize. I know your heart as you know mine. Through her gift we are one. I too wish I could offer you more. Perhaps in time our relationship will change, but only when we are both ready." 

Wolf rests his head against hers - "You're an amazing woman. If this frozen heart were to melt it would be for you. I hope that day comes for us both." Ysayle beams - "You're so wholesome for such a fearsome warrior."

Wolf blushes lightly, looking embarrassed - "Perhaps… although if you wanted to continue our friendship with this included going forward …I would not be opposed to the idea." 

Ysayle beams - “I am pleased we are if one mind. This was certainly what I needed after the difficult past few days. We can take our time and enjoy whatever this is.” Wolf kisses her forehead.

They hold each other and kiss. 

Part 3

At the camp outside Tailfeather. 

Wolf kneeling by the fire with his shirt off casting verCure on himself.

Alphi wakes up and looks over scratching his eye. - "Wolf, what are you doing? It's the middle of the night."

Wolf embarrassed - "Oh! I uh - fell in the woods. Just healing a few scratches."

Alphi concerned - "Are you alright? Do you need me to heal you?"

Wolf smiles awkwardly - "Thank you lad, but I'll be fine. They're shallow. Sorry to wake you."

Alphi puzzled - "Um…alright then. Do be careful wandering about in the dark in the future."

Wolf salutes and grins - "Aye little sir."

Alphi rolls his eyes and lays back down.

Wolfram Saga Comics (Chronological)

[flowerish-cherry-blue]

book review: sputnik sweetheart by haruki murakami | 1999

summary:

sumire is in love with a woman seventeen years her senior. but whereas miu is glamorous and successful, sumire is an aspiring writer who dresses in an oversized second-hand coat and heavy boots like a character in a kerouac novel.

sumire spends hours on the phone talking to her best friend k. about the big questions in life: what is sexual desire, and should she ever tell miu how she feels for her? meanwhile k. wonders whether he should confess his own unrequited love for sumire.

then, a desperate miu calls from a small greek island: sumire has mysteriously vanished...

my opinion:

first of all, i will say that i liked sputnik sweetheart much better than kafka on the shore. the plot itself isn't bad if you consider it separately from the love line, which is kind of crazy here. sumire is a person who thinks she wants one thing, when in fact she purely morally can't get near it. miu tries to ignore her past. and k. tries to get over her feelings for sumire while trying to at least remain her friend. this isn't the first time murakami has brought up the subject of split personalities, it feels like he firmly believes that we can be split in half in the literal sense, and one half will live its posh life while another sit in a corner somewhere

sumire tries to write her own novel throughout the book, and the way her worldview changes shows that this may not be what she should be going for. always when we meet new people, they have a strong influence on us, which is what happened when the girl met miu. under the influence of her feelings, she comes to a new awareness of what she's doing, and i don't think that's a bad thing, because it shows that she's still developing as a character. but honestly, probably my favorite character in this book is k. he, despite his feelings for sumire, understands that they can't make it work, and so appreciates their friendship. but at the same time, while he still has some hope, i don't really like that he's starting a relationship with his pupil's mother, it doesn't seem quite right to me. however, no one called him a one-love man, had someone?

the plot development is pretty good, although Ii honestly never understood two things:

• what the twist with sumire's disappearance in greece was for, whether she was actually on the island or got into the reality of the second miu, remained unclear to me.

• the scene with k.'s pupil, how much chance is there that this boy is acting this way because he is also bifurcated? what if murakami wanted to show that absolutely everyone, adult or child, is subject to bifurcation? that's only worth speculating about.

so what we have here is a bit of a detective book, with a love line that is a mess, since no one got anywhere, and except for miu, everyone is a loner with undifferentiated feelings.

sputnik sweetheart is a really good read, especially in its genre, as i said, personally in my opinion, it is better than even kafka on the shore, despite all the complexity of explaining the nature of the relationship itself and what love is, comparing people's relationships to a satellite's, and the atmosphere of loneliness the author conveyed, it is just amazing.

my rating:

3.9/5

«sputnik … ?»

«the name of a literary movement. you know—how they classify writers in various schools of writing. like shiga naoya was in the white birch school.»

finally it dawned on sumire. «beatnik!»

miu lightly dabbed at the corner of her mouth with a napkin.

«beatnik—sputnik. i never can remember those kinds of terms.»