#I feel like I haven't been using this blog enough so I should just toss some random thoughts out there

[surfinminho]

Kinktober day 17- Mirror sex w/ Hyunjin+ chan

⤷ warnings: oral(m), unprotected sex, some angst, crying, fem!reader dom!hyunjin dom!Chan,

⤷ word count:1.3k

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You don't know why you feel this way, like you were almost worthless. Spending most of your free time in bed, avoiding any reflective surface. Every time you saw yourself you felt like you could vomit.

You had the day off, thank god. With your two boyfriends at work and your nature to always think you're bothering someone you choose to ignore the feeling, bundling up in your bed with some music blasting through your ears.

You had your playlist on shuffle, though you didn't know how long you've been listening to music. You come across a sad song and instantly start crying. Like all your emotions came down on you.

What you didn't know is that hyunjin and chan came home. When they stepped into the room and heard your cries their hearts broke.

They slowly walked over to you, sitting on the bed. The sudden dip in the bed jerks your body up looking at why the bed moved. Looking up to see your boyfriends looking you in your eye.

"What's wrong princess?" Chan speaks up first, rubbing your arm.

"Nothing, just tired" you were foolish if you thought you could fool them.

"You know you can tell us anything right? Please just tell us." You hear hyunjin whisper. Encasing his hand with yours.

You ponder for a second, wondering if you should actually tell them. Tears started to well up in your eyes. Eyes slowing turning bloodshot red once more.

"I-" you barely manage to get a word out before you dip your head back into the mattress crying again.

Chan and hyunjin share a look, peering back down at you. Hyunjin lifts you up slightly from the bed into his lap while chan goes to get some water.

"Hey baby, talk to me" hyunjin taps your thighs. Once, twice to ground you, or try to.

"Let's wait for channie to come back hm?" He presses a kiss to your forehead, bringing your head into his chest patiently waiting for chan to come back.

As he comes back he turns your face to his,

"Drink." He holds the glass to your mouth. Tilting some of the cold liquid into your mouth. The crying stopped, though you can't help sniffle every once in a while.

"Can you tell us what happened now?" Chan brings tissue, gently wiping your face from any stray tears.

"Just don't feel pretty enough."

"Why didn't you tell us? You know we are always here for you right baby?" he noticed the stutter in your voice, frown becoming more apparent.

He didn't even let you finish your sentence he cuts you off.

"How about this, go take a shower and come back okay?"

"Okay" you get up and go straight into the bathroom. Maybe you really needed the shower. The warmness of the water taking a whole bunch of stress off your shoulders.

When you were about to get you, you realized you forgot a towel. Not wanting to walk out naked even though it's nothing they haven't seen.

"Hyune?" You shout down the hall, asking him to bring a towel for you. What you didn't expect was to be pressed against the counter, the only thing separating you guys is the cloth.

"You're so pretty you know that?" He leans further into you causing you to arch your back over the sink.

"Am I?"

"Prettiest" he leans in to give you a soft kiss before tossing you a pink set.

"We have a surprise for you darling, why don't you put this on hm? He whispers before shutting the door.

You look at the fabric he gave you; a lingerie set. You're favorite because of all the straps, with the heart in the middle of the brallete. You put it on, still wrapping the towel around your body as you walk out the room.

You open your bedroom door, seeing hyunjin and chan peer their heads over to you.

"Sit." Chan says patting the empty space on the bed in-between them.

You tried walking the the towel still on but getting a stern look from Chan instead. You slowly take it off, sitting on the bed covering your chest.

"Let us play with you hm? You've been so good." Hyunjin removed your hands, lightly pushing you back.

Their apartments bedroom had a mirror installed on their ceiling, they didn't mind it. They had to real reason to use it. Not until they met you.

When you joined them, they thought the mirror was perfect. Using it to make you shy anytime you guys were intimate.

When you look up, you can see your reflection. You can tell hyunjin wants to touch by the way he's caressing your exposed skin.

He leans in to pepper kisses on your neck. You feel the bed dip once more, looking up to see chan at your side.

'keep your eyes up and open 'kay?" He presses his lips against yours, tilting your head up for better access.

You felt hyunjin sneak his hands into your panties, running his fingers up and down your folds slowly. Spending little time at your clit before plunging two fingers into you.

"Eyes open or we will stop." With each enunciation of his words, he curls his fingers up causing you to close your eyes but opening them quickly again.

"Good girl, doing such a good job already" chan praises, leaving more marks. Ones left earlier fading.

Hyunjin goes at a steady pace, rubbing his thumb on your clit. You try and close you thighs, pleasure becoming too much for you.

"Nuh uh," hyunjin lowers his hand to lightly slap your thighs bringing them to open again.

"M' sorry, gonna cum." You clench down on his fingers, cumming as he curls his fingers up once more.

"She's been so good right chan?" Hyunjin says as he turned you over on all fours.

"Think we should give her a reward hm?" Chan mumbles, repositioning himself. Crotch infront of your face.

You stare at him then back at his crotch,

"Hyung I think she wants to suck you off, such a dirty girl hm?" Hyunjin takes off his pants and underwear. Jerking his cock before placing it at your hole.

"Gonna take it like a good slut right?"

"y-yes" the feeling of his tip against your folds tantalizing.

"Good" hyunjin whispers as he pushes in, hands finding your waist.

As hyunjin moves his hips you see chan pull down his shorts, just above where he needs to pull his cock out.

He taps the tip, leaking with his precum against your lips. "Open up baby" easing into your mouth. His hands gravitating towards your neck. Simply resting it there.

"Look at her, taking cock in two holes. Must be desperate tonight clenching on my cock like that" hyunjin moans, speeding up his thrusts.

"Take us so good s-shit" you feel chans tip reach the back of your throat, gagging around his cock. Throat closing in over his cock. You could feel every twitch of his cock, both of theirs even.

"Gonna make me cum baby" hyunjin grabs your breast, needing the plush flesh in between his hands.

You had no warning when chan came, the feeling of warm salty liquid filling your mouth. He pulls out plugging your mouth with his thumb.

"Swallow." Some split out, but you managed to swallow majority of it. Sticking out your tongue after.

His fingers go down towards your clit, rubbing figure 8's on it.

"Cumming!" You feel liquid pool down your thighs, dripping down ever so slowly. Not telling who's copious amount of fluids is who's.

"Making me cum like a good girl fuck" hyunjins movements falter, becoming erratic trying to ride out his own high. He pulls out soon after chan, lying down next to you.

"Prettiest girl in the world."

[itjazzbicch]

Storms

Pairing:  Shanks x CrewMember!Fem Reader

First time writing for Shanks so I hope I did well! 

Summary: Once in a deep depression, the reader wasn't sure what path to take in life, not till she reunited with her friend Shanks, learning how much she loves the sea, and experiencing all kinds of storms with Shanks...

Warnings:  SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!)  (Drunk sex, pet names (baby doll), unprotected sex) (Flashback in the text is italicized!)

Word Count: 1.3k 

“WOOOO BRING IT ON! I CAN HANDLE ANYTHING YOU THROW AT ME!”

All my crew mates thought I wasn’t taking them seriously while we were drinking, a horrible storm passing us.

They were all inside, daring me to go out into the storm. I was already the daring type, let alone while drunk.

So, I went right up there, soaked from the rain, the strong, howling wind creating a sting as the rain hit my face.

But I was all smiles, just screaming and howling out of joy. Thinking back on how I made it here.

————-

Both of my parents passed away. They left me their business, but it was falling under because I wasn’t cut out to be a business owner.

Depressed and hopeless, I decided to go out for a drink when I ran into an old friend, Shanks.

He and his crew had the whole bar rowdy, full of laughs and after getting to sit and catch up with Shanks, an idea popped into my mind.

“Shanks, you should let me join your crew.”

“Join my crew?!” He couldn’t believe those words came out of my mouth, “You? Y/N? A pirate?!”

“You know what I’m going through,” I sighed, dead serious as I looked into his eyes and explained, “I just need something. Something fun, something new, and I think I can find that out on the ocean with you.”

“You sure about this?” He wanted to make sure that I wasn’t thinking impulsively.

“I know. I feel it in my heart and soul,” I smiled, offering him a toast with the drink in my hand, “It’s going to be one hell of a ride, but I’m ready for it.”

With a smile and a toast, it was official.

———-

“COME ON! THIS AIN’T NOTHING!”

Hanging onto the post that held our flag, I felt as free as a bird, felt like I could take on the whole world, looking down as I heard from the door:

"GET DOWN FROM THERE YOU, NUTBALL! THIS STORM IS BAD!"

Shanks calling for me only made me laugh, yelling back:

"DON'T YELL AT ME IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT! HAHA!"

He took my words like a challenge and sure enough, he was making his way over to me, and I encouraged him:

"A little storm like this can't take the two of us down!"

"Yeah! But with how long you've been out here, it'll get you sick!" He joined my side, trying to usher me down, but I insisted:

"Yeah right! For as long as we've been out on the sea, I don't think anything can give me the sniffles, let alone be sick!"

"Alright, drunky," He laughed with hiccups, finally getting me down and heading toward the door, "Let's get inside."

"Hey, who ya callin' drunky when you're just as drunk as me?!" I spat, both of us staying silent for a moment, then exploding with laughter.

"Okay, okay! Ya got me on that one, Y/N!"

We were such goofballs sometimes, wobbling and laughing so much I about fell over, but walked into my room with Shanks still following, tossing off my drenched clothes:

"Man, I'm soaked," Finding a towel, I began to dry my hair a little, swaying, and in the corner of my eye, Shanks was watching my nude body, cheeks red and his lip caught between his teeth, so I teased, "What's the matter? Never seen a woman naked before?"

Chuckling a little first, I noticed how he clenched his fist slowly, cooing, "Not one as beautiful as you."

His tone was so sweet and it put a bright smile on my face, neither of us bothering to fight temptations as he made his way to me, stroking my cheek and smiling along with me:

"Haven't seen you smile like that in a long time."

Leaning a bit, I kissed the palm of his hand:

"All thanks to you, Shanks."

There was a tingle between my thighs when he took my hip, bringing us chest to chest:

"And oh my, you're so cold."

His hand was beaming with heat as it traced my skin, down my hip and around to my ass, squeezing, our noses meeting, smirking as our lips got closer and closer:

"Let's warm you up, huh?"

The tingle I was feeling started flowing from head to toe, not able to breathe while our lips clashed, my mind racing so quickly that my body acted first:

"You know that rain got you too. How about we get rid of these?"

My hands were already getting rid of his clothes and he helped, taking the time to admire his body, from head to toe, licking my lip at the sight of his cock, only meeting his gaze when I heard him mocking me:

"What's the matter? Never seen a man naked before?"

We both got a giggle out of that, but kept the mood and tempo with our bodies magnetizing toward each other:

"Just haven't seen one that I want as bad as I want you."

Hooking his arm around me, we landed on the bed with a plop, lips not daring to part, throwing my legs apart over him as he sat against the bedframe, chuckling:

"Aww, you want me?"

"All of you, Captain," My tongue swirled against his, humming at the pleasure I got just from rubbing myself against his cock once, his hand lifting me some and swirling his tongue back:

"Take me then," Carefully, he sat me back down on his cock, his girth a lot more than I anticipated, biting my lip and swearing under my breath, following the rhythm of his hand rocking my hip little by little, pushing me down a little further, "You can take all of it, baby doll."

"Y-You're," I swallowed down, my legs already shaking from adjusting, "A lot."

"Here, I'll help," Flipping to the side, leg latched over top of his when he pushed into me, it felt so sweet, just right, and he noticed quickly, "That better?"

"Oh yeah, that's it," Reaching up and wrapping my arm around his head, I was ready for so much more, "Go faster?"

Just a single swoosh of his hips made my hand take a grip of those red locks, the storm still going outside could barely drown out the dirty, salacious moans that came out of me, Shanks not slowing for a second:

"That fast enough for you?"

"Uh-huh!" I pulled his head down to me for a kiss, but between getting railed, his hand rubbing all over any sensitive part of me that he could reach, it grew sloppy, breaking with a filthy smack, "Don't stop!"

The muscles clear up my chest felt like they were squeezing him and refusing to let go, keeping him balls deep. There was already a swirl in my head from drinking earlier, but this couldn't compare, my mind spiraling off, the spin winding faster the closer my body started to give way.

"When it's this good and tight? I'm not gonna," He chuckled, leaning and putting a little more weight on me, the pressure making my heart pound violently, toes curling, shaking with my plea:

"Please don't, Shanks! Please, please, please!"

"I can go all night, baby," The vibration in his chest made me start shaking, steaming hot, and panting like an animal, a crack of thunder making me jump and fall back down onto his cock, his hips still bucking at me, my stomach got hit with such a strong impact, all the built-up heat zoning down into one spot, gushing all over his cock, thighs, and the bed.

"Oh my god," I was barely breathing, head falling back into him, limp, sweat dripping down my forehead, a smile blossoming like a flower in the spring at the sound of his raspy voice:

"Crazier than that storm, huh?"

"And so much better," I sighed with a giggle, turning into a soft cry when he pulled out, missing his fullness already.

We were just a mess, pulling me along with him as he fell to his back, still managing to unload on me, turned on by the sight as he wanted, kissing my ear:

"You and I are gonna have to create some more storms soon." 

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[yandere-fics]

Josephine Anderson

♡ "Aww I'm really sorry about the blood, dolly, I just... I need to see you, can you come here please?" ♡

She's a silent delusional yandere, you won't hear a word out of her mouth as you hang out for months until one day she tries to kiss you and you realize she thinks you two are dating. It's so frustrating cause you've been together for months but haven't expressed any affection to her. She's fully aware you must be shy, but it's really hurting her. Not to worry, she'll make the first move, she just doesn't understand why you shoved her away. She doesn't enjoy this hard to get act. She should have a perfect life with her darling, one where she eliminates all the obstacles and you lavish her in affection for being such a good protector. She sees her love as the best form of love and so when she says she loves you then you should obviously know that means you shouldn't talk to anyone she disapproves of. She also won't tell you if you've crossed a boundary though since she thinks you should obviously know why she's killing that person.

♡ "It's Josephine but please don't call me that. I hate it when people call me that, I'd rather you call you Sophie or Soph instead." ♡

The Anderson family is a very prominent religious family within the region although they never come to the seaside anymore after discovering their eldest daughter decided to move to a small coastal town. Sophie faked her death when she was 17 to live with Skylar once she found out where her parents were sending the payments. She doesn't go by the Anderson name though she won't outright deny it being her last name if you ask but she really would prefer you never mention anything to do with her last name. It was a very gruesome fake death scene. No one outside of her sisters is aware that Sophie is alive.

♡ "21, I don't fully understand the point of these questions, dolly. If you want to know more you should ask Skylar, I'm sure she'd be glad to see her future sister-in-law." ♡

Sophie doesn't actually remember alot of their childhood, Skylar was the one who kept track of these things so if you really want to know anything about her then the best person to ask is the one who practically raised Sophie. Though be warned, Sophie might take this as accepting her proposal and thus she'll start to toss money at you to plan the wedding.

♡ "Stupid question, I'm only interested in you so get whatever weird idea you had out of your head." ♡

She's a lesbian, run of the mill for this blog though.

♡ "It's not something you should worry your head about, all I'll say is I'm good at my job and I make enough for us to be secure." ♡

She's not a permanent member of the syndicate but she occasionally picks up odd jobs that the official members don't wish to take on. She makes good money from it though it's dangerous work. She'd never allow it to be traced back to her though and the members already know better than to mess with her or her family since she's mostly tasked with killing traitors to the organization.

♡ "I like knives." ♡

She didn't feel the need to specify that she likes you since you should be smart enough to know that anyways. She likes her family and she likes knives, a simple gal, what can I say? She has a decent collection of them. She also really enjoys the idea of being domestic although like the other sisters, her idea of a perfect family with her darling is not normal. She really loves the idea of you waiting at home for her, possibly hanging out with her sisters, and greeting her with joy when she gets home from killing.

♡ "..." ♡

She is refraining from saying what she hates as she doesn't want to scare you, she may be delusional but she also realizes that at times she can be scary to people who aren't Skye. She hates a lot of things, she hates her parents, she hates dirt, she hates when you leave the house without inviting her to come with, she hates people who try to lie and tell you that her love for you is crazy, really there's just too much that she dislikes.

♡ "I'm good at organizing things. You also know, I'm very good at taking care of you, dolly." ♡

Her knife collection is meticulously organized despite her not being able to keep many other things clean, she's not dirty but she gets blood everywhere but if you opened her knives then you would assume that they had never been used based on how spotless they are. I suppose being that delusional is a bit of a skill too though.

♡ "Hmm? Oh no, you're not going back to your 'home' tonight. It's much safer for me to just keep you here. Would you like that doll? Would you like it if I just kept you safeguarded here? There's no need to deny it, I know you would, heh." ♡

[alfhildr-the-word-weaver]

It has occurred to me that Gerard Way and Rivers Cuomo both play D&D and I've begun assembling my dream rock star D&D party in my mind... What other rockers play D&D?

And also like... they played My Name is Jonas together that one time. They know each other, at least kind of. Do you think they *have* played D&D together?

Imagine if they did a D&D stream together. That's something I'd pay to see.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

breathing.

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OBISPO ‘BISHOP’ LOSA.

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❝ prompt: “Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that”.

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“Didn't know where else to go”.

His voice sounds lower than normal, as if he is on the verge of tears but fighting against it. You don't ask him how he knows your address, giving him enough space to come inside your house. Bishop doesn't doubt then, guiding his steps through the door to let you close it behind your back as you turn around to face him.

Sometimes he goes to the bar you work in, outside of Santo Padre, in one of the lost roads to nowhere. The two of you spend the night talking about anything concrete, interchanging words. And you can assure that between both there's some kind of connection since you met.

But tonight, he looks too different than usual. The black bags under his eyes mean that he hasn't had much sleep the last few days. The grown beard melting with his well-groomed mustache let you know that he hasn't taken care of himself lately. Just surviving like a lost soul, in pain for something you don't know. Traveling your eyes to his hands, you quickly notice his reddened knuckles a little bit raw.

Licking your bottom lip, hesitating, you take the first step ahead to taste the waters, invading his personal space. Knowing that Bishop is not going to take one back, you shorten till the minimal distance among your bodies to wrap him with your arms. Trying to comfort him, you hug him as much tightly as you can, feeling the man reciprocating the gesture; clinging himself to you as if you were the anchor that helps him to stay afloat.

Only then, he breaks into pieces, letting the tears run down his cheeks as he rests his forehead on your shoulder. Landing one of your hands on the back of his head, you caress gently his hair, wanting to make him feel better. You're not going to ask if he doesn't want to talk. The interrogatories aren't part of your personality. You're the one who usually listens in silence, and maybe offers some kind of advice. But it's not what Bishop needs, not tonight.

Much to your regret, you pull yourself away slowly, without doing any sharp move. Sliding your fingers down by his shoulders to the folds of the black kutte, you help him to take it off so you can hang it on a chair in the living room. He's following you like a lost puppy, keeping his head bowed. Doing the same with the black hoodie, after unzipping it, you hold his hand to guide him through the hallway towards your room.

The place is submerged under the gloom, only illuminated by some streetlights outside, but enough to see the tears on his face. After cleaning them with your fingers, while he takes off his boots and undoes the belt to throw it somewhere, you give him some space to undress and place his jeans and his shirt on the chair next to the desk.

Once lying down on your bed, you welcome him again between your bare and warm arms, aware that he feels a little better by the way his breathing sounds more calmed. Urging Bishop to rest his head on your chest, you can't help but leave a tender kiss on it.

“Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that”.

Your voice is honeyed. A soft whisper transmitting him peace. Whilst his arms are surrounding your body and your left one is around his chest, your right hand caresses slowly his cheek; using your fingertips, barely watching the man close his eyes. Soon, his breathing is inappreciable, taking the same rhythm as yours.

Still half asleep you roll around the mattress, to hide your face from sunbeams, filling up your lungs with the strong manly scent from your unexpected visitor last night. Tightening the grip around you, Bishop sighs more awake than sleep, pressing his lips on your forehead for a kiss that lasts longer than expected. But you don't care. It doesn't bother you. Feels good, after all.

“Should I say sorry or thank you?” His throaty voice slides itself through your ears with sorrow and shame.

“You don't have to be sorry, nor thank me anything”.

The smile curving his lips brushes your forehead softly, slightly jumping your heart for no reason, apparently. Resting your heads over the pillow, without breaking the mess of legs and arms tangled you are, your eyes laid on each other. You don't know what time it is, but he looks more rested than yesterday.

“Two days ago… I lost someone important to me”.

“I'm sorry, Bish”.

“Yeah, me too. But things happen for a reason, isn't it?”

Briefly nodding, you're able to see him smiling again. A sleepy grin disappears after a short second. Closing his eyes again, the man sinks his face into the crook of your neck, holding you closer under his grip to his body. The soft gasp escaping his lips, after taking a breath of your sweet smells, makes you giggle because of the tickles.

But that bubble explodes when your phone rings. Normally, no one calls you before two at noon and it couldn't be this late.

“Don't answer, please…”

“Just lemme check who it is”.

Tossing a hand over your head, palming the nightstand until finding the phone, you place it in front of your head. Unknown number. You don't recognize it. Frowning confused, you poke Bishop's cheek to make him look at it. Seems like he recognizes it by the way he has to roll his eyes. Lying on his back and grabbing it, he slides his thumb over the screen to pick up the call.

“(Y/N)?”

“It's Obispo”.

“Jesus fucking Christ, brother, I'm too fucking old for these games. Been looking for you since yesterday morning, about having a heart attack”.

“Don't be dramatic, Taza… How the hell 'you have (Y/N)'s number? Actually, how the hell 'you know her?” Looking at you, the only thing you do is shrug confused. You haven't heard about this man in your life.

“I know you better than yourself, you should know it already”.

“I'm going to hang up”.

“Hey, hey, wait! You okay?”

“I was fucking okay till you call, enjoy my seat today”.

Not giving the man at the other side of the speaker the chance to respond, Bishop finishes the call, leaving the phone on the nightstand behind him.

“How did you know where I live?” You can't help but ask, showing up your curiosity.

“I went to the bar, hoping you were there. But your boss told me you were free, so I ended up threatening him to earn your address. He didn't want to tell me”.

“Maybe he thought you were a psycho”.

“Or a Mayan”.

“Yeah, that gang of Chicanos is pretty crazy too”.

“I hate that fucking name”.

Hearing Bishop laughing for the first time in a week makes you feel some nice shivers traveling your body, resting a leg over his lap and fitting your body to his.

“I came to you because you always cheer me up. No matter what. And I don't know how you do it, but I don't want you to stop”.

Lying by his side and placing a hand on the back of your thigh, to keep your leg over his, the Mexican slides his free arm under your neck with so much care.

“I like to see you happy, to see you smiling. It isn't something I can avoid”.

“What else you can't avoid?”

“The desire of asking you to stay”.

“I'm going to stay if you want me to stay”.

“What if I ask you to kiss me?”

Leaning towards you, the response doesn't wait. At first, Bishop just presses his lips against yours. A soft cramp that bristles your skin completely. Soon, your lips start to move slowly in sync, tasting each other, cutting off your breathings. It is better than you have fantasized sometimes while talking with him sitting on the bar and sharing old whisky in the small hours. And he feels good too, even if he continues carrying the sorrow because of his recent loss, knowing that he has won you somehow.

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[lucisfavoritedemon]

Rebellious Soul: Chapter 5

Pairing: None

Summary: Y/N is having a hard time coping with the fact that her friend is gone and now her best friend is back, but there is a new player in town. The ultimate leader of the Rebels, Commander Ruby. Will Y/N be able to defeat Eve or will she give up the fight to mourn the loss of Dean?

Warnings: Mentions of torture.

Word Count: 1324

A/N: I realised that what I had posted, and what I had written were two completely different things. So I went through an edited this chapter, along with Chapter 6. I have major plans for those two chapters, and I got away from my original thought process. Also, as you may have noticed, this is loosely based off hunger games, but it's with a twist. I hope y'all are enjoying this series so far. Thanks for the understanding and patience.

"I thought that the Colt was just a legend?" I asked looking between Gabriel and Charlie.

"Well supposedly, but there are more facts out there proving that it exists more than there is proving it doesn't. When thinking about stuff like this, I go with the facts."

"Alright then. I guess I should round up my gear and head out. The faster I can find my guy the better. I have a feeling it won't be long before Eve figures out what we're planning."

"Good idea. Why don't we head out together that way we could both hit our people and both know with having to relay the information to multiple people? That way Eve doesn't find out as quickly."

"I agree. Gather everyone interested and let's head out in ten. I have to speak with Sam before we leave."

"Sounds like a plan."

Gabe and I headed off in different directions. I hadn't seen Sam since we heard about Jessica. It was hard for him not knowing whether she's alive or not.

"Hey Sam. How's everything?"

"Better. At least getting there."

"I feel so bad for what happened to Jess. I'm sorry she got dragged into this."

"Don't be. She knew the risks just like everyone else. Trust me you didn't do anything. Ruby told me what you did for her, and that is the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me. I never expected you to give up this opportunity to get revenge on Eve for Dean."

"Did you not hear what happened? The theories at least?"

"No. I haven't really wanted to listen to what people have to say about the matter. He's gone and I can't have him back. It hurts because we were close. We grew up in this together. He was like a brother to me."

"I know Sam. I wish there was more I could do to help you cope other than the fact that we are going to get him back. I don't care what anybody says, Ruby promised a rescue and amnesty for all of them. Including Dean."

"What does everyone say happened to him exactly?"

"That Eve had taken him hostage. Tortured him in unimaginable ways. Using him as their poster child to rid the world of Rebels. She won't stop till we are all dead or worse under her spell. Killing us off is her main goal, and she has the biggest inside man we had. She has the means of destroying us if she truly wanted to."

"I know Dean is our biggest and best weapon we had against her. He was building a case file on how to kill her. Said that he was doing it for someone special. I could now only assume that's you."

"Why me though?"

"Because you would want revenge. He knew your father died. Apparently he also knew how, and it's not how you think it happened."

"I knew he was killed, but I never told anyone because no one would believe me. They all knew I hated Eve from the moment I first saw her. She is clearly nothing but evil, and I will stop at nothing to defeat her. We have everything we need except the weapon to kill the thing that can kill her."

"What is that?"

"A special gun that can kill almost anything with a single bullet. We need the gun to kill a Phoenix. It's ashes are the only thing strong enough to kill her."

"You're not talking about the Colt are you?"

"Afraid so. Do you happen to know someone who might know it's whereabouts?"

"Yeah, but I would save him as a last resort." Sam warned.

I knew perfectly well who he was talking about, but this was a chance to get the upper hand on Eve. I wasn't going to let him tell me otherwise. I couldn't risk Dean's life on a last resort situation. He was our last resort.

"I'm sorry Sam, but this is that type of situation. I'm going to do whatever it takes to get Dean back. For all of us, not just me. He meant something to everyone, which is why this betrayal is the worst we have ever seen."

"I know, it's just, he is bad news. I wouldn't go to him unless no one else truly knows the whereabouts of the Colt."

"Fine. But if no one else does, or even if they hesitate for a second we move to him, got it?"

"Yeah now go and save Dean. For all of us."

Gabe, Ed, Harry, Michael, Castiel, and I all headed out in search of our first lead given to us by Gabriel and Cas who have known this person, well rather Angel, for a long, long time.

"Balthazar. We are here for knowledge on a weapon we seek the location of!" Gabe yelled through the thick of the forest.

As I have stated before each creature lives in a designated section of the world. If ever caught out of their designated area, they were immediately killed off. This was a beautiful lush forest that looked like a Heavenly paradise Perfect for the majority of it's heavenly inhabitants.

"Ah, Gabriel and Castiel. What brings you two traders back home, and with humans too?"

"Enough Balthazar. We need to know the location of the Colt."

"Ooh, temper. I say, is this how you got daddy to give you your favorite toys? Well that tone doesn't work on me Mikey." Balthazar spat.

I had to agree with the Angel, Michael was being a little too straight forward.

"Balthazar? We seek the location of this weapon for a good reason. Please will you help us?" I asked kindly, gaining a gentle smile.

"I wish I knew, but sadly I don't. Maybe if you five hand over the girl I will suddenly remember."

"He's lying." Gabe simply stated.

"How do you know?"

"He only wants Y/n because it will earn him and the others a spot at the big kids table. He doesn't really know where the weapon is. I say we move on."

"I agree. Let's head out."

"Okay, you got me. I really don't know where the weapon is. I'm only in charge of the Angelic weapons. The rest go through Crowley. He will definitely know where this weapon you are seeking for is. I swear."

"I know. Sadly Crowley knows everything about this gun." I whispered walking away.

I knew exactly where to find Crowley. We had a few talks here and there, but I have never asked him for a favor as big as this one.

"Crowley! We need to talk! It's about the Colt."

"Hello darling. It's about time."

"I know it has been a while, but I need you to pull in that favor of mine. You know the freebie before you start charging?"

"Yes I know what freebie means. Why do you want this Colt so bad? It doesn't even do anything."

"It's important."

"You want to kill Eve don't you? Well sorry to break it to you, but sadly she is one of the four beings this won't work on. Been there, tried that."

"We know it doesn’t work on her, but it will work on the thing that can."

"Oh. Well in that case here."

Then the gun appears in his hands and he tosses it to me. I looked at the gun in awe. It was the most beautiful thing in the world. Now all we needed was to get to the Phoenix mountain without being caught by Eve and her stupid henchmen.

"One last thing. Well really two. Don't let her know I'm working alongside you and two DON’T miss your target! Kapeesh?"

"You got it. Don't let Eve know and don't miss."

"Good." As quickly as he appeared he was gone again.

Now all we needed was to find these Phoenixes and find Eve. Things were starting to go in our favor.

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[howtosurvivebeingsingle]

I Do, Do I?

If you follow my regular blog that I rarely post on, you'll know that my heterosexual roomie proposed to me. The thing is, we're both hetero females that decided that instead of getting married by 50 at the rate we're going, we may as well. The amount of benefits married couples get while they're still in college is ridiculous. We have friends that live a town away that are both married since they graduated high school and the amount of money they were able to save landed them a cozy four-bedroom house. Sounds too good to be true, and believe me I wish it were. I am still attending my local university myself trying to double major, as is my roommate. We both have multiple jobs to support our apartment but with expenses, we're borderline broke. There's enough to get by, that being said when classes start is where the trouble begins. Marriage is looking pretty tempting right now. Is it really all it's cracked out to be? Here are the details I've heard so far; You get generous financial aid meaning starving is less likely, Married life is less expensive which is less cost of living in an apartment or house, Mutual motivation from your spouse (depends but mine's fine), and it prepares you for what marriage is actually like.

In Short, my maybe wife and I will pay less for college, less for housing, have that emotional support most people lack, and get a taste of what being married to a man is like (sort of). The bargain is that if we actually go through with this, we'll still date men as we please and if we're in an actual relationship and the guy proposes we get a divorce. Imagine your maid of honor is your ex-wife? There's more humor to it. He picks you up for a date and she's watching tv. Before you go, "Bye Honey!", or she gets the door for you and introduces herself as your actual married wife. The situation is so complex that I'm actually near writing a book about it. Here's where I advertise my Finding Mr. Darcy book trilogy that's in the works. If there's one thing I know about, it's being single. I'm the Carrie Bradshaw of singles instead of sex, that is if I can even claim that title. I asked my friend if he thought being married had all the perks and he said this; "It's a pipedream trying to trap singles into thinking life is better with someone else. True as that last statement maybe, the rest is not. The idea is that after marriage it's time to settle down. You move into a cottage in the plains, wide-open spaces where all the little kids can run around. Your husband comes back from work and the two of you snuggle in bed without a care, it's bullshit. Girls and I mean girls are too high maintenance now that you've got to give them everything they want or it's no deal. Hell, you're even lucky to find a woman who actually wants to care for you as much as herself. Total pipedream, and waste in this century."

That was the first time I had ever heard him speak so hopelessly about love. I expected an answer like "No, true love is out there somewhere." as he often said, but this was not the case at all. Either he was in a really bad mood that day, or I don't know my best friend like I thought I did. The next day, I decided to take a look at married couples in the workplace, by workplace, I mean my job in digital services. From what I was seeing was a lot of arguing. Either the man would be on the computer and the woman was nagging on him the whole time or the woman was on the computer and the man was making her feel like she was stupid. If both parties were separate, the wife would call every ten minutes to ask meaningless questions, or the wife was present with two or more hyper kids. It was hard for them to get anything done with or without their spouse present. I also decided to take a look at single parents and the closest one was my sister. In 2019, she got pregnant with my nephew by her boyfriend Will. She had him in march of 2020, so he's about a year old and beginning to get used to his legs. When she's home, she's stressed from being home from work, and on her off days, she's stressed with her son's rambunctious behavior. Our mother watches him when she's working her ten-hour shifts and leaves the rest to her when she gets back. Pretty soon it'll just be my sister and her kid when mom moves down south of the US. Both can verify that he's quite the handful and with my experience, he is. That doesn't mean I love him any less, but my share of babysitting isn't any easier.

The situation is mutual whether you're married or not with kids. Stress with a side of stress and exhaustion. Putting kids aside, I've seen couples without kids like my maybe wife's other best friend. Things seem all prim and proper when they come to visit, but according to her, they still manage to argue almost on a daily. My coworkers feel the same way about marriage life even when I had explained my situation. They continued to urge me to take things into careful consideration before jumping head into marriage. I kept getting negative answers from people despite my search to find some hope for the situation. Then the question crossed my mind; despite the fairytale images given to us in childhood, is it really worth the trouble of getting married?

Julie: "It always ends in tears. Someone leaves, someone dies, or you get a divorce."

Varsha: "So long as they compliment you. You need support from both parties for it to work."

Denny: "It depends. You don't need a man or woman to support you all the way, you can do fine just being single. My wife and I are great, but I'd be just as fine alone."

Enzo: "No. All odds are against you in the long run. The woman finds someone else to bug and takes half of everything."

Annie: "It's more of a want than a need. The best thing is not to be pressured into it if you're not 100% into it."

Vinny: "Only if you're ready and trust each other all the way."

Marcus: "The question you should be asking is if friendship is worth it. That's what it really comes down to."

Lori: "It can be fulfilling despite the fear of failure."

The answers kept leading me in circles and in the end, I wound up back where I started. It was a total toss-up of whether you got heads or tails, but I wasn't about to give in that easily. I decided to take my venture to a baseball game on Friday and what I saw there nearly startled me. A couple of 65 years renewed their vows at the stadium. I started to think that maybe all it did take was a bit of compromise and despite half the negativity from my interview and friends there really is someone for everyone. Perhaps the divorced people just haven't found the right person just yet. Like my grandmother on my mother's side, she married four men before she met my grandfather and they've been together almost fifty years. I guess you could say it was a task of trial and error, but it worked out in the long run. Neither of them has ever had a reason to want to divorce. Before I leave questions unanswered, yes my grandfather too also had his share of divorces. The numbers don't seem to matter, only the fact that there really could be someone out there for everyone. A glimmer of hope to end this rather late and brief update. I wonder if there really is hope, is there still time for we singles of every shade and orientation. Is there truly that soulmate we all long for somewhere besides where we are? Until next time and Much Love Your Way Darlings!

[the-sha-official0hazanon]

The Package (Writers Wednesday)

You don't get just one, but two oneshots that haven't been posted on my blog yet! How exciting! (Not really.)

You tossed your keys on the accent table by the front door of your apartment as you walked in, toeing off your shoes, too, before you went into the living room.

Your roommate was sitting on the sofa. He shifted awkwardly when he saw you.

“Hey, Harrison. What’s up?” you asked, brows knitting in confusion at the way he was looking at you.

He took a deep breath. “I was expecting something in the mail, didn’t check the label, and accidentally opened your package. I’m so sorry.”

From his reaction, you immediately knew what he was talking about. Fueled by liquid courage and curiosity, you’d ordered a Bluetooth app controllable vibrating butt plug.

“Don’t worry about it. Mistakes happen,” you told him, trying to keep your voice even and not seem as mortified as you were.

“I didn’t know you were seeing anyone long distance,” he commented, tone unreadable.

“I’m not seeing anyone right now. You know I would’ve told you if I was. I was tipsy and really wanted to know what it was like and thought the app thing sounded cool. Now that I’m sober, it kind of scares me as something to do by myself, and I’m not sure if I’ll even...” you trailed off.

“You don’t have to do it alone,” he blurted out.

“I’m not seeing anyone. I know there’s always Tinder, or picking someone up at the club or bar, but-” You paused as his words sank in more. “Wait, was that an offer?”

His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed heavily. “Would you, uh, like it to be?”

You bit your lip, considering. Harrison was completely and totally gorgeous, and exactly your type on top of that, but he was also your roommate. “This isn’t the sort of thing that you can do and just take back. I’m not going to potentially end up homeless if we do this, and then things end up weird between us after?”

“Of course not!” he quickly and fiercely answered. “I would never in a million years kick you out, promise.”

The way he was looking at you, those unbelievable pale blue eyes of his already full of desire and a bit blown with lust, made your stomach flip. “Okay, yes.”

“Yes? I didn’t expect you to say yes.” He got up and fumbled a bit as he opened the unlabeled cardboard box, grabbing the toy out of it.

You softly laughed. “A bit eager, are we?”

“I’ve always been an arse man, and I might or might not have been admiring yours for, well, it’s been months now,” he admitted.

Your cheeks flushed at the compliment. “Thank you. C’mon, let’s do this before I overthink it and change my mind.”

He led you to his room, opening the package and looking at the contents, while you sat down on his bed and watched him.

After reading over the instructions, he grabbed his phone, turning on some music as he installed the app and set everything up.

“Shit, it has to be charged,” he complained, plugging the toy into his USB wall charger.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his impatience. “Oh no, we have to wait a little bit. Whatever will we do to pass the time,” you said dryly, starting to undress without making a show of it.

“Hey, what if I wanted to take your clothes off for the first time?” he asked.

“It wouldn’t be the first time. You already did that when I came home wasted and threw up all over myself on St. Patrick’s Day,” you pointed out.

He laughed as he pulled his shirt over his head and discarded it on the floor next to him. “What a sexy thing to bring up.”

You shrugged as you pushed your panties down your legs, letting them pool on the floor at your feet before you stepped out of them, sitting back down on the bed.

“You’re stunning, love,” he told you as his eyes roamed over your body.

“Thank you.” You let your eyes do the same, admiring his defined muscles, and eventually settling on his erection. It was more on the slender side, but longer than you’d expected. Not that you thought about your roommate’s dick all that often, at least not after that first month or so of living with him.

“So, you like what you see?” he asked.

“Fishing for compliments? You’re already well-aware that you’re hot as hell, and if you’re asking about your dick? Yes, I like it. I’m looking forward to getting well-acquainted with it.” You chuckled. “Anyway, how do you want this to go?”

He paused, contemplating. “I want to get you off a couple times first, get you nice and relaxed before I finger you open for the toy. It’s definitely not too big for a beginner, but I don’t want to put you off of anal play for the rest of your life with a bad first experience. What’s your favorite way to cum?”

“I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have your mouth on me,” you confessed.

“And I’ve always wondered if you taste as delicious as I imagine you do.” He dropped to his knees in front of you and pulled your legs over his shoulders, tugging you to the edge of the bed.

You moaned when he parted your folds with his tongue and licked a broad stripe from your entrance up to your clit.

He pulled back with a grin, licking his lips. “You’re even more delicious than I imagined.”

“Thanks,” you responded, smiling down at him before he dived back in.

If nothing else, Harrison was definitely good with his mouth. He worked your clit with his tongue and lips expertly, moving his hand up to press two fingers inside you at the same time, pumping them in and out in a rhythm matching the amazing things he was doing to you with his mouth. You were in heaven.

Your orgasm built within you quickly, barely giving you enough time to tell him, “I’m almost there!”

It was a testament to his skill that while you were trembling and pulsing in your pleasure that you hadn’t even noticed him push his pinky finger into your ass.

After you came down, you became aware. It wasn’t painful, or even unpleasant, really. Just another something you could feel your body pulsing around as your orgasm subsided.

“Still want to try the toy?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you confirmed.

“Alright, let me get some lube,” he said, getting up and going over to his nightstand.

It felt strange when he withdrew his finger, but not enough that you didn’t want to keep going.

He returned with a bottle of lube and a condom. “The condom is just in case you wanted to do anything else. No pressure. I’m entirely capable of taking care of myself after we’re done here, if need be.”

“Even if it’s not right now, I’m going to take you up on the anything else later, if that’s on the table,” you told him.

“I was hoping you’d say that. It’s definitely on the table,” he responded.

You watched him, rapt, as he coated his fingers liberally in the lubricant. 

He slid his index finger between your cheeks and pressed it against your hole, rubbing the lubricant around a bit without actually penetrating you. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” you said, swallowing.

“It might feel weird or sting a little. Please let me know if you want me to stop,” he requested as he pushed his finger forward until it slipped inside past the first knuckle.

It did sting a bit and definitely felt weird, but you didn’t really want him to stop. 

His free hand rubbed your side soothingly. “You’re so tense. Relax, angel. This won’t be good for you if you don’t.”

“I’m trying, but it’s hard. Maybe if I…” You reached down to rub your clit, still very sensitive from your recent orgasm.

“Do you want me to do that for you instead?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you agreed, dropping your hand to rest against his arm.

His thumb moved up to rub slick circles around your clit while he simultaneously worked his long finger into your hole in small increments.

It was easier when you had something familiar to focus on, and more arousing when you thought about how naughty, and dirty, and forbidden it was to have your roommate using his fingers to get you ready for a vibrating butt plug. And what if you didn’t stop there? What if you let him slip the plug out and replace it with his dick, let him fuck you in the ass for the first time?

Your thoughts launched you over the edge, leaving you a moaning mess. You definitely noticed this time when he pushed his middle finger in next to his index finger while you were still in the midst of your climax, but the sting was dulled by the pleasure. Even the sting itself wasn’t as bad as it had been initially, not bad enough that it overrode the thoughts that were going through your mind.

“Look at you, taking my fingers so well, pretty girl,” he praised you as you were coming down from your high, scissoring his fingers slightly. “How are you feeling?”

“I think I like it,” you admitted. “Even when it hurts, it’s kind of in a good way?”

He smiled. “That’s what I want to hear. You’re much more relaxed now. The toy is pretty slim, so you shouldn’t need a lot more prep for it.”

“I think I want the toy now,” you told him. “If it’s done charging.”

“Should be close enough to done.” He withdrew his fingers.

The strange sensation came back, almost an unpleasant emptiness.

“Yeah, it’s done,” he said, returning with the small black plug and his phone.

He grabbed the bottle of lubricant and thoroughly covered the plug with it, using too much in your opinion, but you trusted his judgment. Too much was probably better than not enough.

“Still sure you want to try this?” he asked.

“Definitely,” you confirmed.

He lined up the toy with your already stretched hole, carefully pushing inward.

The tip went in easily, although the toy and lubricant felt cold against your heated flesh, making you shiver a bit. There was more pressure and resistance as the plug neared its widest point, making you grimace a bit with the sting as he continued to press it forward until it finally popped in completely, flared base resting against your skin.

“Gonna turn it on now.” He grabbed his phone, and the plug buzzed to life.

You jumped, surprised at how strong it was even on what you assumed was a low setting. After you adjusted to the new sensation, you found that it was intensely pleasurable, but you still wanted something else.

“You look like you’re enjoying yourself,” he commented.

“Oh yeah. Would you fuck me, too?” you requested.

“Let me just do something real quick first,” he told you. Music started playing from his phone, and the plug vibrated in time to it. “This alright?”

“Yeah. Need you inside me now, Harrison. Please,” you begged. 

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” He grabbed the condom, tearing open the wrapper and rolling it down his length.

You scooted up the bed to make more room for him.

He climbed on top of you and positioned himself, easily slipping inside you, and immediately groaning loudly. “Holy shit, the vibrations and how tight you are. It’ll be hard to last.”

The double penetration felt like nothing else you’d ever experienced. You’d never been so full, or felt so desperate to be fucked thoroughly. It was hard to speak. “I’m already over halfway there myself. Think you can last long enough to get me off one more time?”

His hand slipped between your bodies, and his fingers circled your clit quickly. He started to thrust into you to the beat of the music.

It was obvious how hard he was trying not to finish too soon.

Fortunately for both of you, when the song switched over to a dance track with a quick thudding bass line, it drove you over the edge. 

The pleasure was indescribable, finally realizing what people meant when they talked about seeing fireworks during an orgasm. You could feel your body clenching and pulsing tightly around both Harrison and the relentlessly vibrating plug.

Now that you were over the edge, he came with a shout, fucking into you hard and fast as he rode out his climax. He winced as he started coming down because the plug was still vibrating through you, against his oversensitive cock.

You felt him reach down and gently pull out the still vibrating plug, tossing it somewhere off the bed. While the lack of unwanted stimulation was a relief, that bizarre sensation of emptiness came back.

“That’s always weird, by the way. Not something that just goes away if you do it more,” he told you. “How was it?”

“Better than I expected,” you answered, honestly.

“One time thing, or something you want to try again?” he continued.

“Instead of the plug, I really want to feel you fuck me next time. I thought about it a lot the whole time,” you admitted.

“Give me about, oh, maybe 15 minutes?” he estimated.

“I think we can make it less than 10,” you said, moving down to take his soft cock into your mouth.

“Christ,” he moaned as you licked and sucked on him. “Probably more like 5.”

[goldenkamuyhunting]

hello, love your blog! I wanted to ask your opinion about the yuusaku/usami theory that has been blowing up on twitter lately (if you haven't seen it, here's a nice recap: twitter( . )com/lovhko/status/1100211333172211712 ), apparently it started off as a joke theory but people started taking it serioulsy to the point it almost makes sense now. What are your thoughts?

THANK YOU FOR LOVING MY BLOG!

As for the theory you mentioned... I’ve heard about it yesterday.

The idea is interesting but the problem is many things simply do not match.

Let’s talk about the problems.

PLOT

First of all we know Yuusaku died during the war. As Yuusaku was an official, the flag bearer and the son of Hanazawa it wouldn’t have been so simple to ‘make him disappear’ and then lie over his death.

Tsurumi wasn’t that powerful during the war and such a lie, due to Yuusaku’s status, would have required a lot of accomplices... and why should have Tsurumi bothered to do so?

He considered getting Yuusaku for his charisma and, likely, for his influence as Hanazawa’s son. Usami so far has no charisma and no influence.

I’ve already discussed in the past of how the standing Yuusaku who turns toward Ogata should be part of Ogata’s dream.

When Yuusaku was hit, he was holding the flag and his legs gave away in a very evident manner.

It’s clear the next that happened to him was he fell.

He couldn’t be standing perfectly straight and without the flag.

That scene is part of Ogata’s fever dream and it’s there merely to tell us Ogata feels guilt, despite trying hard to ignore it.

Noteworthy is also how we clearly see blood coming out from Yuusaku’s left eye, which meant the bullet went straight through his head and out of his left eye (which makes interesting how Ogata lost his right one) and might explain why in his memories Yuusaku’s eyes are never visible.

In short the last image we have of Yuusaku is of him falling, not of him standing.

Tsurumi couldn’t have ‘saved Yuusaku’. A doctor needed to do the job of saving him. Tsue, Tsurumi might have taken him away from the battle ground, but likely, considering Yuusaku’s heritage, it was a given they would try to retrieve him or his corpse should he fall.

In regard to Ogata writing Hanazawa’s letter I would sayit’s more likely Tsurumi had it prepared by a professional forger. Koito Heiji might have known Hanazawa’s writing style as the two were friends and might have written to each otehr more than once, so it makes sense if the letter is a fake (which we don’t know) Tsurumi wouldn’t have Ogata write it but someone who knew how to do it.

Going on.

WHY SHOULD YUUSAKU DECIDE TO TURN INTO USAMI?

Yuusaku is a second Lieutenant. Usami is merely a superior private. It’s a HUGE step down in the ranking system.

If Yuusaku has remained a second lieutenant he could have spent more time with Tsurumi as they would be closer in rank and wouldn’t have people like Koito trying to order him around. Actually it’s possible Koito wouldn’t even be there as, if I don’t remember wrong, each first lieutenant only had 1 second lieutenant below him.

Usami is clearly in love with Tsurumi. If he were Yuusaku he wouldn’t toss the advantage his rank would give him away.

AGE

Yuusaku is Ogata’s younger brother. Noda sensei, answering to a question said Usami is a bit older than Ogata.

It would be different if it was an info coming from a character, we might doubt it to be sincere, butNoda had no reason to outright lie, especially when he had no problems to state Kiro and Tsurumi were around the same age.

LOOK

Usami’s facial features actually do not match with Yuusaku.

I see they used as reference the Usami that first appeared in the manga (chap 117) but his look was retconned a bit starting from chap 118 in which Usami’s upper lip is rather different from Yuusaku.

Not mentioning Yuusaku is very clearly missing moles and his eyes seem to have evident lower eyelashes, which Usami misses.

Sure, they seem to have the same nose but that’s not really enough.

I’ll say also how while Yuusaku seems rather tall, a true Satsuma man like Koito, Usami seems just average but this might be just me.

What’s more, people who knew Yuusaku like let’s say Nikaido, clearly saw his face, eyes included, and would have realized if Usami and Yuusaku were the same person.

I would also argue Ogata and Usami’s eyes and eyebrows differ in shape and even if both have long lashes those too are different.

FIRST NAME

So far in Golden Kamuy the lack of a first name isn’t exactly suspicious, it merely hints we don’t know something relevant about the character, that will be revealed along with his first name.

In a way the scene is symbolic of us getting to know them more.

This is where we learn Ogata’s first name, when Tsurumi talks about his heritage... which ruined him.

Actually this is where we learn of Ogata's full name... in a scene that hints how Ogata is a rebel/betraying the 7th division, which, I guess, can also be viewed as a defining moment for him. Thanks to @importantwombatfancowboy for refreshing my mind about it!

And this is where we learn Koito’s, when his father tells Sugimoto Koito will have to become a leader... for which Koito showed no aptitude.

Here it’s where we learn Tsukishima’s, when he tells the story of Igogusa to Tsurumi, a tragedy that ruined his life.

And here it’s where we learn Tsurumi’s, when his family tragedy changes him.

Interesting enough here it’s where we learn Tanigaki’s first name, when Ogata ended up assuming Tanigaki was behind Tamai and Co’s death. No idea if this will be relevant in the future... or if it was revealed then because then Tanigaki will be hunted by Ogata and this was considered dramatic enough.

There are other true names which are revealed in dramatic situations, though they aren’t first names.

Kiro’s true name is tied to how ‘Russia hadn’t forgotten about him’ but also to the murder of the emperor which likely changed the course of his whole life.

We learn of Asirpa’s Japanese name when she learns about her father being Nopperabo.

Long story short, not knowing the first name or the real name or the Japanese name isn’t suspicious, it just means we’re missing some info. If Usami is Yuusaku, his first name becomes totally irrelevant as it’s a fake first name. We don’t need to know it.

It’s worth to note though that we were IMMEDIATELY given Hasegawa’s name as soon as he showed up...

... even if his own was a fake name.

MEETING/TALKING WITH/ABOUT OGATA

Regarding Ogata... Usami couldn’t meet Ogata in story as he was in Abashiri collecting info. It’s true we never see Usami in the war flashbacks, but the same applies for Koito. Maybe Usami was transferred to the 7th later or was busy doing spy work for Tsurumi.

Also Usami didn’t have a reason to talk about Ogata as the ‘Ogata topic’ never came up.

If we really want to be picky Koyama, the guy who supposedly was in the rebel group with Ogata and Nikaido, was never shown talking about him or with him.

Long story short, while the idea of Yuusaku surviving and becoming Usami is very interesting and I’m delighted to see GK theories, if you ask me I’m very sorry to admit I don’t believe in this theory in the slightest...

Honestly for me there are more chances for Usami to be the one who killed the Ainu than to be Yuusaku.

Of course this is just me.

Other fans can find ways to make this theory work, solving the problems I mentioned (as, since you said the theory was born as a joke, it can be it has holes merely due to it) and, after all, as long as the truth isn’t revealed, everything is closed in a cat box in which this theory too can exist so don’t take my words as if they were Noda’s words. I’m only a mere fan after all.

Thank you for your ask!

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Since we’ve established that Hawks loves kids and would love some little birbs of his own, picture this: Hawks interacting with his lil baby chicken nugget! Cradling them when they can’t sleep, secretly teaching them how to flap their stubby wings when moms not looking, I get so soft for domestic Hawks omg can you bless with some HCs please?

When Hawks first learns he's going to be a father he's estatic. He might not be able to tell anyone about it at first but the second he gets the green light there are native peoples in faraway lands who have no idea what heroes are that hear the news.

He's so excited to be able to play with them when they get big enough, but those first few weeks especially he's afraid to breath on them. They're just so tiny and fragile and precious! He knows he doesn't have to be quite as careful as he is, but he feels like they're made of dew drops and cloud fluff.

Literally, though, he'll beg his S/O to have time to hold the baby just to rock them and coo at them and count their little toes and fingers...

And once the kid is mobile it's game on!

Literally, babies just suddenly start crawling one day and they can MOVE. This is the moment Hawks was made for! He'll chase the little one around the house and toss them around to play. Lots of hugs and kisses and tickles!

And that's all before they start walking! He's very much into getting them active and running around and causing a ruckus - much to his partner's annoyance at times. He's all about making new adventures together whether it be new foods (and the messes they make!), new words, new skills, or just playing pretend.

(Like, I could just make individual headcanons but we would all be here forever, and I'm writing this at 11:45pm even though I should be sleeping.

(Maybe y'all can throw me some prompts when requests open up again so I don't forget...)

And should the child be able to fly they might as well just smash anything of value because that's it. They have to baby proof the house once again on a whole different scale!

He may not be the most in-tuned to his own emotions which can make some of those life lessons with the kids when they're older a little more difficult, but he tries!

He adores watching them grow and learn literally before his eyes, but he can't help but miss the tiny, warm little bundled up bean they used to be, either. It goes by so fast!

I imagine if he stays a hero throughout life he might not have very many children because he'd want to give them his time and dedication that hero work just can't help but take away.

But I much prefer a retired Hawks with a whole clutch of children, maybe even working from home/out of his home/ with a flexible schedule to be with them more. I just feel like family life partnered with someone he really loves would be so rewarding and satisfying for him after having his own childhood taken away and living for other people for so long.

Also, early on in my blog I was asked to write about Hawks having twins and I haven't been able to get the headcanon out of my head since. His first was actually a 2-for-1 special - a boy and a girl.

His kids mean so much to him and even when they're grown and left the nest he'll occasionally break out the baby photos and hold the little individual foot imprints and be so proud and so happy he got to have and know each and every one of his children.

Have I mentioned that the idea of men becoming active, loving fathers is my jam - especially that fresh, new, just-became-a-father bit? It's so good and wholesome and I have a lot of feelings.