#I've never loved anyone more than you!!!!

[moonreader1010]

Pac- how can you be the b*tch that never loses<3

(the pictures do not belong to me. All rights go to the original owner)

Pile 1. Pile 2.

Pile 3 ^

Pile 1:

Go tell your friends about it (about it)

Go tell 'em what you know, what you seen

How I roll, how I get it on the low (oh)

You have a really bright aura. You should really use it. it will take you to great heights. You have this ability to shed enlightenment over literally anyone. That's your superpower. Your connections are very important. You should work on your tolerance. Try to not get so involved in matters that don't concern you. Be helpful but to an extent. I see you giving A LOT to other people. But please look after yourself first. You are sensitive to certain things. Use this ability. Don't let it use you. Okay?. You need to learn how to balance your pride and when to compromise. I see you leaning toward one side more but bby different situations need to be dealt with differently. Yes balance. Another card is also pointing towards balance. Learn balancing things and you will be unstoppable.

There has been some loss. There is some anger too. And bby it is only contributing towards emotional instability. Don't let it control you. You are made for greater things. You might have felt left out a lot in your life but that's because people don't know what to do with you and your amazing self. You are different. And that's such a good thing no? Why don't you let yourself accept it. You won't fit in and that's because you simply are just better than them. Use it!!!!!!

Your brain is AMAZING. Your Ideas are amazing. You can play with emotions!!!!!! Girlllll!!! You really need to go out there and get it. Period.

Additional- Libra, high achiever, materialistic, 3, 1, affinity, triumph.

Song for you - tell your friends by the Weeknd

Pile 2: a bit 18+

You gotta be a star to jump over the moon so when you touch on me

You're a shooting star (a star), oh yeah (a star)

You know you got somethin' for the world to see and there I go

Still wondering who you are (a star, a star, yeah)

Your friendships are very important. Your communication has so much potential to make you a winner. Why don't you use it? You might love solitude and your own company but bby you gotta get out to play. And to win. Sympathy seems to be something that you know how to use. You have it in you. Again, friendship and community has been highlighted. There is a gift that you have inherited from your ancestors. You also seem to have a power in creating suspense and mystery and it's really attractive. You should use it more. Oohhh I see that you are quite feisty. You are not someone who just simply agrees to anything. You oppose it. You make things interesting. Yum. Are you possessive? Because people really admire it in you. In a sexy way. There is this arrogance that even though is conventionally bad but your arrogance is different. It makes things interesting almost. You give people ecstasy. This euphoric feeling. Very feminine energy from this pile.

Additional - cat, business, money.

Song for you - star by Megan thee stallion (feat. Lucky Daye)

Pile 3-

You came along when I needed a savior

Someone to pull me through somehow

I've been torn apart so many times

I've been hurt so many times before

So I'm counting on you now

Somebody already broke my heart

Straight up I'll tell you that i got very slippery energy. Very teasing. I also had this sudden moment where I got really angry. I feel like this pile is very "good girl gone bad" types. Past wounds. You have been hurt. A LOT. There was an earlier version of you that has been killed. You are an entirely new person. I'm getting very "don't touch or I'll break your hand" energy. Ummm. Baddie. Haha. Anyway, there has been a lot of stress, overworking or like some overwhelming experience. Too much to handle. Or maybe that's what people made you feel, that you are too much to handle or very high maintenance. But what do they know. They didn't deserve you (i suddenly felt like I had to tell you this). So true. They definitely don't deserve you. Maternal trauma. I'm so sorry bby. Heavy theme of transformation. Keep your good fait up bby. Do something for your soul and watch how you win. You have been oppressed a lot and it's time to break free. Don't hide. Despite all this, there is an innocence to you and it drives people crazy. Girlllllll. I got goosebumps. Please invest in yourself. Omg are you seriously okay bby? I'm so sorry. But it's over now. Get up and make sure nobody ever thinks about hurting you ever again. Don't suppress your memories bby. Feel them and let them transform you. Girl you are going to win.

Additional - heart, tears, fox, red, 8th house, scorpio.

Song for you - somebody already broke my heart by sade (this song is like a dedication from you to yourself)

[writingquestionsanswered]

Not to be a downer, but I actually finished my novel and now I’m confused because I don’t want to publish it. I don’t even particularly want anyone other than maybe my two close friends to even read it. What on Earth did I write 40k words (which I know is not really long enough for a novel, but it’s still far and away the longest thing I’ve ever written) for? I know people say “write for yourself” but like… am I just wasting my time? Help?

(p.s. you can leave this off anon)

(p.p.s your blog is really great 👍)

There's No Such Thing as Wasted Writing

I'm going to tackle this two ways...

#1 - "Write For Yourself" - there's a reason this common phrase has echoed through the Hall of Writers since time immemorial. It's because it's true! Writing doesn't have to be anything more than a pastime. It doesn't have to be anything more than something you do for your own benefit and enjoyment.

I have an in-joke with family members about how any time one of us does something the least bit crafty, DIY, skilled, whatever, a particular family member will always say, "You did a great job! You should do it for a living!" Like, someone can't even crochet a Kawaii mushroom without being pressured to turn it into an Etsy dynasty, or paint a cabinet without being pressured to become the next Property Brothers. And that's such a BANANAS capitalistic mindset, isn't it? This idea that nothing can be done purely for our own enjoyment. That you can't just write a novel because you want to... you can only write it if you plan to share it or publish it? It's just so silly.

And, the thing is, we don't even apply that mentality to a lot of other things people do purely for enjoyment. No one is streaming all of Bridgerton in two nights and saying, "I enjoyed every second of that, but why did I do that? Such a waste of time!" No one spends an hour strumming their guitar under the stars on a beach, and then says, "That was so relaxing and fun, but I didn't charge for that performance and I didn't record it to sell it, so that was obviously a waste of time."

You know what I mean?

#2 - And Anyway, Practice Makes Perfect - And if you keep writing--even if you continue not to share or publish--you'll get better and better with each story you write. Which, maybe all that means is you get to appreciate your own improvement, but also, should you ever change your mind and decide to write something to share or publish, you've now spent time honing your skills. Even if those other stories never see the light of day, they're still an important foundation of the writer you become. Do you know how many unpublished novellas, novels, and short stories I have? Too many to count. Hundreds of fan-fiction and original fiction short stories I've only shared with one or two other people, if anyone. A dozen or so novels and novellas that have only been read by a few people, and some haven't been read by anyone else or have only been read by my CPs. I would never consider those stories and novels and novellas to be a waste of time, because I know every single one made me a better writer. My published work is better because I wrote those other things.

So, I hope that makes you feel better. At the very least you hopefully enjoyed writing your novel--or at least got something out of it--and you definitely honed your writing skills, which matters! ♥

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[jakesgoodgirl]

꣑୧ licking sunghoon veins - mdni

you were waiting for sunghoon to come over after his late dance practice, you already done w your night routine, shower done n dinner eaten. sunghoon always comes already feed n cleaned as he wants to spend his entire time for and with you when he comes n not on mundane chores. so as he arrives, he would take off his outside clothes n comes straight to find u in bed, i've missed you princess, he would tiredly say, as he climbs under the blanket. how was practice ? youd asked making him sleepy smile, im so tired, baby, he'd reply, his hands encircling you in a hug, is it okay if we just fall asleep baby ? youll tell me bout your day for breakfast, okay ? he would then add, kissing the top of you head. but as he tells you so, you saw his veiny hands, strocking affectionly your arm skin, slowly turning you on. as he slowly falls asleep, his rubs slowing, you couldn't stop but thinking about his veins full on display. hoonie ? lemme take care of you, you softly whisper as you move away from his grip, straddling his lap, wanting nothing more than to please him. he would just open his eyes, trusting you his whole soul, but still wanting see what you're plotting.

your lips wrapped around his finger, your tongue twirling around his tips, n his tiredness due to the dance practice, made everything feels overwhelming to him he could only close his eyes again, his breath deepening. as you slowly go up, licking his biceps, he'd relax further more and whimper fuck keep going, accepting his sweet fate. as you'd take off his tank top, he'd bring one arm over his face, getting comfortable as he thinks you'd suck him off, but you aren't done w his pretty veins yet. his chest n abs were all soon scared with your bites and saliva, while his dick remain untouched making him buck his hips, in the air, asking for attention. stay patient, sunghoonie, you'd tell him as you're done kissing his v line. please, princess, hed unlikely start to beg.

after taking his sweatpants n boxer off, his dick already hard, you can't help but stare at the full on display veins, that made you like this in the first place. it's not everyday you're in charge, and as he is clearly too tired to do anything, you can have your fun and tease him by only licking up the veins, ignoring his tip. so as you kitty lick his veins, his whimpers would get loud with lots of please y/n or fuck baby, his hips bucking in your hand, precum coming out of his tip. he would lose it when you only kitty lick his tip, forcing your head down as he bucks his hips making you gag, yeaah just like that. he'd keep his hand on your hand, but just resting, liking your dominant side a little. he'd like it so much, he would cum fast, n unannounced, him too tired to form words only hmms n aaaah coming out of his mouth.

notes : i never write anyone else but jake, but i love my @pockettwinzz bby so >< this is literally my first smut ever i'm shitting my pants >___<

[zaczenemiji]

Curtain Calls and Curveballs II

Kenji Sato x Reader

Synopsis: After high school graduation, you never expected to see Kenji Sato again. But fate reunites you both at the same university where your love/hate relationship continues to grow.

Word Count: 1,376

Genre/Warning: Coming of Age, Enemies to Lover, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn

Author's Note: Oops, it became a short series 🫢 Part 3’s otw and I changed the title

PART ONE

MASTERLIST

You were dead wrong when you thought that high school graduation would be the last time you’d ever have to interact with Kenji. You remember your last words then, saying, “Congrats, Sato! I hope this is the last time I ever have to deal with you again.”

To which he replied with, “I’m sure this isn’t the last, (y/n)—to me at least—if ever you really are going to be the actress you dream of being.”

You were hurrying across the busy campus of your university, juggling a stack of drama textbooks and a cup of coffee.

Just as you were about to approach the performing arts building, you noticed a group of students gathered around a bulletin board. Your curiosity built up as you got closer to see what the commotion was about.

“Did you hear? There's a big baseball game this weekend.” a familiar voice called out.

You turned, heart skipping a beat. You didn’t expect to see anyone from high school here, let alone Kenji Sato. He stood there, his signature confident grin in place, holding a baseball glove.

"Kenji?" you blurted out, surprised. "What are you doing here?"

Kenji raised an eyebrow, looking equally taken aback. "I could ask you the same thing,” he said. “I thought you were off to some fancy drama school."

“I am,” you rolled your eyes, recovering from the shock. “This university has one of the best drama programs in LA. What about you? I thought you were headed straight for the big leagues."

“Not yet,” Kenji chuckled, shaking his head. “I've got a scholarship to play baseball here while I get my degree.”

The two of you stood there for a moment, sizing each other up. The familiar tension from high school crept back in, but it was tinged with the novelty of your new surroundings.

"So, you're still playing ball?" you asked, trying to sound casual.

"Yeah, and I'm still throwing strikes," Kenji replied with a smirk. "And you? Still pretending to be someone else on stage?"

“Ugh!” you rolled your eyes, but couldn't help the small smile tugging at your lips. "It's called acting, Kenji. Something you'd know nothing about."

Kenji laughed, the sound surprisingly warm. "Fair enough. So, are you coming to the game this weekend? It's against our biggest rival. Should be a good show."

"I might," you said, shrugging. "If I don't have rehearsals."

"Typical," Kenji said, shaking his head. "Always busy with your little plays."

"And you're always busy chasing a ball," you retorted.

The rivalry that had defined your high school years was still there, but it was different now but no less present.

"Well, I've got to get to practice," Kenji said finally, stepping back. "Try not to trip on stage, (y/n)."

"And you try not to get hit by a pitch, Sato," she shot back.

As you went your own way, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. Being in college felt like being in an unknown and bigger territory with so much more people. It was nice to come across someone you know in a crowd of unfamiliar faces; even if that was Kenji.

So many things have changed since you got into college. The only thing that didn’t, of course, was your rivalry with Kenji but the competition was less intense since you were in different programs.

This shift allowed you to focus on your individual passions without the constant pressure of direct competition. Here, in college, people didn’t know about the rivalry you had.

But this anonymity disappeared quicker than you thought because, for every time you came across each other, you’d always be hurling sarcastic remarks; as you two always did.

One bustling afternoon in the cafeteria, you were with your new friends, laughing and discussing your upcoming production.

"Hey, (y/n), I heard your play's actually worth watching this time," Kenji called out, smirking as he approached with his tray.

“Kenji,” You looked up, a frown on your face. "I thought you'd be busy throwing balls around. What brings you to the world of real talent?"

Kenji chuckled, setting his tray down. "Just wanted to see if you're still pretending to be someone you're not."

One of your friends raised an eyebrow, glancing between the two of you. "You two know each other?"

“Unfortunately,” you said, rolling your eyes as you sighed. "Kenji here thinks he's the king of everything just because he can throw a ball."

"Careful, (y/n). Your jealousy is showing," Kenji retorted, grinning.

Your friends exchanged looks, quickly picking up on the rivalry. "So, you two have a history?"

"You could say that," Kenji said. "She's been trying to keep up with me since high school."

You scoffed, "In your dreams, Sato."

On baseball games, you’d attend with a group of friends from your program more to support the school than to see Kenji, or so you told yourself.

As you settled in your seat, one of your guy friends nudged you. "Isn't that the guy you're always talking about? The baseball star?" He asked.

You sighed, rolling your eyes. "Yes, that's Kenji,” you said. “Try not to feed his ego."

Kenji was on the mound, winding up for a pitch. He glanced towards the stands where he spotted you and your friends. With a smirk, he nodded in your direction.

"Is he waving at us?" another friend asked.

“No,” you shook your head. "He's just trying to show off. Watch, he'll probably strike this guy out just to make a point."

Sure enough, Kenji delivered a fastball that struck the batter out, the crowd erupting in cheers. He turned back to you, giving a mock bow.

Your guy friend laughed. "You weren't kidding,” he said. He's got a flair for the dramatic."

"Tell me about it," you muttered. "He's always been like this."

More than once, on your rehearsals, you’d find Kenji standing by the doorway, leaning casually against the frame.

"Nice performance, (y/n)," he called out, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Almost believed you were someone else."

You paused, turning to face him with a raised eyebrow. "What are you doing here, Kenji?” You asked. “Lost your way to the field?"

The director looked between the two of you, intrigued. "Friend of yours, (y/n)?" He asked.

"Hardly," you answered, crossing your arms. "Just someone who thinks he's more important than he actually is."

Kenji grinned, unfazed. "Just wanted to see what all the fuss was about,” he said. “You know, your acting. Seems like everyone's talking about it."

"Well, I'm flattered," you said dryly. "Now, if you'll excuse us, we have real work to do."

As Kenji left, one of your fellow actors whispered, "He really gets under your skin, doesn't he?"

You sighed, shaking her head. "He's been doing it for years."

During hell week, your exams season, you’d spend your time in the library a little longer. Of course, Kenji knew about this. He’s been keeping tabs on you since coming across you when you were freshmen.

You were studying in a quiet corner of the library when Kenji walked in. He made his way over, pulling out a chair across from you.

"Studying hard, I see," he said, grinning. "Trying to finally beat me at something?"

You looked up, exasperated. "Kenji, some of us actually have exams to prepare for,” you replied. “Don't you have a game to practice for?"

"Already did," he said. "Thought I'd see what the academic life is like. How's the memorizing going? More lines to learn?"

"At least I use my brain for something other than sports," you shot back.

A nearby student, overhearing the exchange, glanced over with curiosity. "Do you two always bicker like this?"

You nodded, not missing a beat, “Pretty much. It's our thing."

Kenji laughed, leaning back in his chair, "Can't let her get too comfortable, can I?"

As he left, the student shook his head, smiling, "You two have a strange relationship."

You didn’t even know that guy or from what program he’s in. It felt like it was high school all over again where everyone knew of your rivalry, and it’s the only thing they knew between you two.

And soon enough, it will be what the world knows about you two.

PART THREE

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[brucewaynehater101]

A Tim who discovers that Shiva had a crush on his mom would be resigned. A lot of people had a crush on his mom and he knows it. Some of those people have made extremely creepy remarks around him in the aftermath of Janet's funeral under the guise of expressing condolences. In some instances where he and Jack clashed Tim is seriously wondering why and how in the world his mom chose Jack of all people when there were so many other options.

Tim would not know but he inherited Janet's selective obliviousness in regards to people having romantic intentions towards them. Jack managed to win Janet's hand solely because he made it the most obvious that he liked her. Everyone else was too subtle for Janet to really register.

Jack was the only one who was respectfully obvious in his attraction to her. Anyone else who made that clear was an absolute sleeze bag about it.

I've seen a post (not sure who) that mentioned the only reason TimKon never became canon was because neither were brave enough to make the first move. However you feel about that, I feel like that could apply to this hc/au.

To add onto this au, what if Tim looked a lot like his mom (took after her physically more than his dad)? You could take this an angst way or a disturbing way.

Angst way, everyone comments on how much he looks like his mom. Tim hears these comments but doesn't feel the same way. After all, tons of people were in love with Janet. Tim doesn't have enough self-love or awareness to believe others would think the same about him.

Disturbing way is creeps who liked/were obsessed with Janet turning that obsession onto Tim after Janet dies.

Anyways, seeing your mom get hit on in front of you is always weird as fuck. Especially when you, her kid, are right there next to her.

[sumicchin]

CHIMES OF THE HEART

❃ a wind breaker (satoru nii) reader insert.

CHAPTER 5

Makochi was too good for you. (2.5k words)

content warning: female reader, a bit angsty, violence

After having breakfast at Sakura's apartment, the Furin students went on their way to school. It was decided that you would stay with Kotoha while waiting for the first years to accompany you around town, saying that it's not safe to go alone in this situation.

"For real? That guy is wack in the head, good on you for escaping." Kotoha exclaims. Other than some elderly having their breakfast, it was just the two girls inside the cafe. From an outsiders perspective, it almost seemed like the two of you knew each other since birth from how loud you both were.

"But... it's not like I feel better now that you guys are involved in my problem," You sigh, feeling yourself open up to the brunette.

Kotoha gently puts down the cup she's been drying and puts her hand on your shoulder. She's dealt with these situations too frequently, but it's not like she's one to shy away from helping people "Hey, don't say that. Just because we haven't known each other for a long time doesn't mean you can't rely on others, we're more than happy to help you."

You just look at her silently, not knowing how to respond. The Mikos back at the shrine were kind and made great company, but not so much that you'd consider them friends. You were only there to protect them, humor their small talk during the many trips to the market, and maybe get to know a bit more about them, but not about you. The priest and Hayami were adamant on not letting you spend too much time with them. Kotoha who you've just met today on the other hand, was crossing a boundary you were unfamiliar with. Sakura must've felt the same way...

"Sorry...if I come across too touchy. It's a silly habit," she says with a warm smile. "Sakura was the same when he first arrived, and now look at him, hanging out with friends and all. It's a step forward to make him feel that he belongs, and hopefully...you can entrust this town and its citizens of your burdens."

Her words were simple, yet comforting. You were still conflicted, whether to overhaul these feelings of doubt on your own or entrust yourself to the people of Makochi. You went silent for a while, but Kotoha knew better than to probe. She patiently waits for your response.

"I... don't know what I did to deserve this kind of treatment, but thank you...for offering your aid."

Kotoha smiles and taps your shoulder, prompting you to look at her. "To get your feelings across much better, it's good to look at the person's eyes."

You look at Kotoha as per her advice and muster your courage to say, "Thank you."

"That's the spirit! So, how's the sandwich and coffee?" You're surprised at how good of a conversationist Kotoha is, able to lift your mood in just mere seconds. She's a good person...I can trust her.

Your plate had only half a chunk of the sandwich left, the warm coffee at least a thirds of the cup. "It's amazing! I've never had this kind of food back at the shrine."

Now Kotoha's more motivated to spoil you with all the city has to offer. "There's tons of places you can check out here in Makochi! Obviously my cafe is tons better but I'd love to see you try out everything." She starts going on a tangent, mentioning the Tsubaki person again and taking you shopping this coming weekend. It made you feel giddy and excited, but part of you was worried you'll attract unwanted attention. Never would you want Kotoha or anyone really to be in harm's way.

"That all sounds exciting. But maybe after my whole fiasco is settled...I don't want to break the peaceful environment here."

Kotoha visibly tenses at your statement, "Give Makochi a day or two, you'll have the full experience by then—"

Cueu a loud thud from the window.

Kotoha looks at the source of noise and just sighs, "That's a new record."

You see a crowd forming right outside the cafe, circling the lone student from Furin. Kotoha whips out her phone and starts dialing someone.

"I'll call the guys over—"

"Do you have a broomstick or anything similar, Kotoha?" She stares at you, but hands you a broomstick anyways. "I'll make sure to return it!"

You step out of the cafe, approaching the bruised student with the broomstick in hand. He coughs out blood and you irk, "Can you stand?"

He shakes his head and points at the large group of men, about ten or so.

"Oh, so yer the girl that took out our men."

"Ah, yeah...I already apologized though." You unapologetically say, and this irked some of the men. Your mentor would've done the same either, and he had the patience of a saint.

One of the tallest in the group comes forward and stares you down, hunching to meet your eye, "We were punished by our boss thanks to them embarassing us."

You stare back, "And why did you involve someone innocent? You're even worse than scum." Never did your words carry so much poison.

Sojiro would've been so proud of you right now.

The man goes for a punch, but you immediately dodge and go behind his figure, raising your broomstick and hitting swiftly at his nape. His body falls near the injured Furin student who looks up at you with amazement. You crouch down to his level, taking a good look at where he was hurt. Bruises on his head, cheeks swelling, and his dirtied uniform most likely hid even more gashes.

Pointing the broomstick at them, you face the group of men and yell, "You're all cowards for ganging up on a student. Apologize to him!"

They all charge towards you, yelling profanities that your ears blocked. You have no time to hear their idiocy, the task at hand is to quickly dispose of them without making a mess.

Unbeknownst to you, the Furin student had the energy to whip out his phone and record footage of the fight, sending the video to the Class 1-1 group chat.

Kakiuchi

Sent a video.

Happening rn at pothos!

Kotoha and the elderly patrons of Cafe Pothos watch from inside as you single out opponents with flawless footwork and quick strikes to the neck, rendering opponents still after being hit. "That little lady is quite the fighter," the old man says, watching with glee.

So this is what Umemiya and Hiragi meant, Kotoha thinks.

The Furin student sees his phone get bombarded by messages from the group chat just seconds later.

Kiryu

Lol (F/n) get their asses!!

Nirei

WHAT'S HAPPENING??!??!??

WHY IS (F/N) FIGHTING??!?!!?!!!

Tsugeura

SHE'S A BEAST HOLY CRAP

Anzai

DAMN?????

Suo

We'll be there as soon as we can

Not even a minute passed, all men were down and unconscious around you. You stretch after the tiresome workout, and wonder why your hand felt lighter than earlier.

The broomstick is now in half.

Sweating bullets, you refuse to look back at Kotoha and the Furin student who were calling out your name.

"(F/n)! Are you injured?" She says worriedly, inspecting your body for any signs of bruising. She found none thankfully, making her sigh of relief. "Thank you, for protecting us."

You refuse to look her in the eye but at the now two pieces of wooden sticks in your hand. Kotoha notices this and laughs, "Don't worry about that! It's just a broom."

"T-thank you!" The student says from his seat, "Please let me know how I can repay you!"

Your eyes light up from hearing it, "You don't have to really...but a broom would be nice."

"YOU BRAT!!!!!!" A familiar voice shouts from afar.

You suddenly gain the courage to face Kotoha and give her a pitiful look, mouthing the words please cover for me.

Sakura stomps and grabs both your shoulders and shakes you back and forth, "How hard is it to stay still?! You had us worried sick!!!!"

"Now, now, the deed's already been done. Not much we can do now," Suo says, looking at the pile of bodies. "You sure did a number on them (F/n), very impressive!"

Kotoha rips you away from Sakura's grasp, hugging your figure, "Can you go easy on her? (F/n) literally just saved us."

"It's my fault! Please don't get angry at her," the injured Kakiuchi who Nirei helped stand up says to his classmates. "I was on my way to school when they asked me about a girl who beat up the guys at the red light district. I was no match for them..."

So it really was your fault he got injured.

Sakura clicks his tongue and looks at his classmate sternly, "You could've called us! We swore to help each other out, didn't we!?"

Everyone looks at their grade captain who became embarrassed upon noticing he attracted the eyes of everyone, "All I'm saying is...don't do everything on your own, a-alright! We're a class for a reason!"

"And you!" Sakura points at your figure, hiding behind Kotoha, "From now on, someone's gonna look after you!"

Stepping away from Kotoha, you glare at Sakura dead in the eyes, "I refuse."

"What did you say?" Sakura huffs, looming over your figure, showing signs of annoyance.

"I said I refuse! Didn't you see how someone got injured because of me? Do you think I'd want any more of you to get hurt because of me?!"

He backs off, eyes wide and stunned. Kotoha stood her ground beside you, but she was clearly shaken by the sudden shift in you. Looking at Kotoha made you regret your words. It's like her words didn't get through you at all...

If you can't trust yourself, who will?

"You've all done enough to help me, but I'll have to do things on my own from now on. Please tend to his injuries well."

They all watch as you walk away.

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"OUCH!" Umemiya yelps as he holds up his pricked finger. Sugishita rushes to his side, band aid in hand.

"Thank you, Sugishita!"

"You seem... bothered," Sugishita mutters while tending to his upperclassman's small injury. Umemiya smiles, proud to know how perceptive his little brothers were.

He looks up at the sky, breathing in the fresh air brought by the downpour from yesterday. Umemiya recalls a day like this in his childhood, and he'd been thinking about it while tending to his seedlings. "Ah, I just remembered something. That girl, I knew she was familiar."

Sugishita has heard of the commotion you caused yesterday, but partly because Umemiya couldn't stop discussing it in private with Hiragi earlier. The boy was never one to pry, but seeing Umemiya this bothered him was a matter on its own. It must be very important.

Umemiya's phone ringing suddenly broke the two's trance. He was greeted with Sakura's handle. Must be really urgent if Sakura of all people was calling.

"Sakura! What's the matter?"

He waits for the boy to respond, prompting Umemiya to randomly say Sakura's name to check if it's him or if the call was a mistake.

He gave Sakura a few more seconds, and he finally heard him spoke through the phone.

"(F/n)...she left."

❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋

You ended up walking at a park, people going by their day and spending time with their loved ones. Must be nice...

It was a fair weather compared to the last few days, so most families decided to make the most out of the opportunity for recreation. You hear a little girl cry, pointing at her balloon stuck on a tree while her mom calms her down. You didn't want to overstep, but the little girl was adamant on having her balloon and didn't want her mom to buy a new one.

Without hesitation, you climb and found yourself reaching for the balloon.

"Ah! Thank you, big sis!" The little girl says, her mother thanking you as well. Just as you are about to leave them, the little girl tells you to stay still and wait for her to come back.

"Big sis!" The little girl runs up to you and hands you an ice cream cone, "Thanks for getting my balloon back!"

The act of generosity surprised you, wanting to decline her offer and let her have the ice cream instead. "This is yours! Please take it, it has one of my favorite flavors!"

You watch as they walk off hand in hand. The ice cream in your hand had three scoops and looked a lot like the ones advertised in magazines. It was very delicious, like the little girl just said. The fact that someone else gave it to you out of gratitude added more to its value than just being a mere dessert.

This town was peaceful, with kind citizens inhabiting it.

You're just here to ruin it.

You kept walking around the park until you reached a fountain with a statue of a couple and their baby, peacefully sitting by the fountain's ledge. As soon as you find what Hayami and Sojiro entrusted you with, you'll be sure to be out of Makochi's borders.

Taking the time to rest before you make your move, the statue strikes you as odd now that you've paid attention.

A plaque beneath had a quote etched:

Where joy grows deep, sorrow must deepen; the greater one's pleasures, the greater the pain.

"That's...a quote from Kusamakura," you recall. Hayami and Sojiro often quoted this and told you of its meaning as a child.

"Oh...Our little ghost is quite the bookworm!" A familiar voice happily says out loud.

Turning your head to confirm your assumption, you see locks of swept white hair and large grey irises. "Ume...miya?"

"I'm glad you remember my name!" He points at the seat next to you with a grin, "Do you mind if I take a seat?"

You scooch over, making room for his large figure. He seemed very relaxed, contrasting your anxious self.

"So, how's Makochi so far?" He asks, looking at the citizens of the town who seemed aware of his presence as well, often waving when passing by.

"It's...cozy. The people here are nice to each other, almost like everyone's family."

The man lets out a satisfied hum, "And you're a part of it."

You let out a weak laugh, looking at Umemiya with a pitiful smile, "I've been here for a few days, and I'll take my leave after I finish my task. You can all pretend like I've never been here."

"Just like a ghost."

Umemiya frowns at your choice of words, almost thinking of lecturing you on the spot. He lets out a sigh, "I've heard about what happened earlier...I know it's hard to see someone get hurt, but you don't have to shoulder all the blame. Bofurin exists to protect everyone in Makochi, and that includes you."

"You guys are too kind...to a sickening and persistent degree if I might add," you scoff.

"If it gets you to feel welcome and accustomed here, then by all means, I'll become the most annoying person you're gonna know," Umemiya says, almost too seriously. "I'm here sitting next to you for a reason."

Curious about the sudden change in Umemiya's tone, you see him look sternly at the fountain statue. You've only seen him this morning, but you can tell this was not his usual demeanor.

Umemiya pauses for a moment, seemingly racking his thoughts before speaking, "Care to lend an ear for me, (F/n)?"

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[hazbinfallinginaspiral]

okay please imagine, for a brief moment, Alastor and Vox's mothers, both in heaven, talking about their lovely sons to each other like 'oh theyd get along so well!'

Evelyn Sterling, a striking woman with alabaster skin and steely eyes softened by years of hardship and love, was the first to speak. "So, tell me about your son," she said with genuine curiosity. "It's funny, I've been here for what feels like forever, but I never get tired of hearing about other people's children."

Marguerite Hartfelt, a delicate woman with a graceful presence, smiled warmly. "Well, my boy's name is Alastor. Alastor Hartfelt. He was my pride and joy, born in 1898. He always had this fire in him, you know? Even when we didn't have much, he was determined to make something of himself."

Evelyn's eyes sparkled with interest. "Alastor. That's a strong name. What did he do?"

Marguerite's smile widened. "He became a radio host. Quite a feat for a Creole man back in those days. He had this voice that could captivate anyone who heard it. And his passion for it was unmatched. He made the airwaves come alive."

Evelyn nodded appreciatively. "That's incredible. I can see how proud you are of him. My son, Vincent Sterling, also pursued a career in the entertainment industry. He called himself Mr. Sterling when he was performing, but that’s far too formal for me. He’s my son! He'll always be Vincent to me."

Marguerite leaned in, intrigued. "Vincent, you say? How fascinating. Tell me more about him."

Evelyn took a deep breath, her eyes drifting to the memories of a life long past. "Vincent was born with every opportunity I didn't have. We struggled when he was young, but I worked hard to give him a better life. We had our fair share of hardships, but he never let that dim his spirit. He was innovative, charismatic, and determined to make a name for himself. He started his own company and hosted his own TV shows. To the public, he was this larger-than-life personality, but I knew the real him. The boy who never gave up, no matter how many times he was rejected."

Marguerite sighed wistfully. "It sounds like our sons would have gotten along quite well. Both driven, both entertainers. They probably would have understood each other in ways that few others could."

Evelyn nodded in agreement. "Yes, it does seem that way. I often wonder what Vincent's life was like after I passed. If he found happiness, if he continued to follow his dreams."

Marguerite reached out, placing a comforting hand on Evelyn's. "I believe our boys found their own paths, even if we couldn't be there to see it. We did our best, and that's all a mother can do."

As they continued to talk, sharing stories of their sons' childhoods and dreams, neither woman could have imagined the true fates of their beloved children.

Alastor Hartfelt had grown up in the vibrant, but often harsh, streets of New Orleans. His early years were marked by poverty, but also by the rich cultural tapestry of the city. His mother, Marguerite, was his guiding light. Despite their struggles, she infused their small home with love and hope.

Marguerite's second marriage, however, brought both respite and turmoil. Her husband provided financial stability but was a violent and abusive man. Marguerite often bore the brunt of his anger to shield Alastor. She believed her son deserved as much of a chance as anyone else to be successful and she wasn’t going to let anything get in the way. She would do anything to protect him and his dreams.

Alastor, with his quick wit and silver tongue, found solace in the burgeoning world of radio. He dreamed of a day when his voice would reach across the airwaves, bringing stories and music to life. Marguerite supported him unconditionally, even as her own life became a series of silent sacrifices.

When Alastor finally broke into the radio business, it was nothing short of a triumph. His voice, rich and mesmerizing, captivated listeners. He became a local sensation, his shows filled with a mix of humor, music, and the dark allure of the unknown. Marguerite's heart swelled with pride every time she heard her son's voice crackle through the radio.

But Alastor's rise was not without its shadows. The abusive specter of his stepfather loomed large, even after Marguerite's untimely death. The pain and anger that had been bottled up inside Alastor began to manifest in darker ways. His radio persona, while charming and enigmatic to his audience, became a mask for the growing darkness within him.

Vincent Sterling, known to Hell as Vox, had a vastly different upbringing. Evelyn, his mother, was a self-made woman who had clawed her way out of poverty to provide a better life for her son. She instilled in Vincent the values of hard work and perseverance, but also the importance of innovation and charisma.

Vincent's early life was marked by a series of rejections and failures. He had dreams of making it big in the entertainment industry, but his path was fraught with obstacles. He auditioned for countless roles, only to face rejection time and again. Yet, each setback only fueled his determination.

Evelyn watched with a mixture of pride and concern as Vincent poured his heart and soul into his ambitions. His break finally came when he created his own TV show, a unique blend of reality and fiction that captivated audiences. Mr. Sterling, the name he chose to go by as the charismatic host, became a household name. But behind the scenes, Vincent struggled to keep his company afloat, dealing with the pressures of success and the fear of failure.

Despite his outward charm and confidence, Vincent often felt isolated. The price of fame was high, and he longed for the simplicity of his earlier dreams. He missed the days when his mother was his biggest supporter, the one who believed in him unconditionally.

"Do you ever wonder," Marguerite began softly, "if our boys truly found what they were looking for?"

Evelyn smiled wistfully. "I like to believe they did. Vincent had such a drive, such a passion. Even if he faced hardships, I know he would have found a way to be happy."

Marguerite nodded. "Alastor was the same. He had this light in him, this unyielding spirit. No matter where life took him, I know he faced it with courage."

They sat in companionable silence, the gentle breeze carrying the scent of blooming flowers. In that moment, they were simply two mothers, united by their love and hope for their sons.

Alastor was always a mamas boy, and often found himself reflecting on his mother's words of wisdom. Her voice, a distant echo in his mind, reminded him of the love and sacrifices she had made for him. It was a bitter irony that the darkness within him was partly a product of the world she had tried so hard to protect him from.

Vox, too, found moments of quiet reflection amidst the chaos. He thought of Evelyn, of her unwavering support and the lessons she had taught him. Her strength had been his foundation, and even in the infernal abyss, her memory was a beacon of resilience.

"Did you know," Evelyn said, her eyes twinkling with mischief, "that one time Vincent tried to build his own radio? He was convinced he could make it work, but all he managed to do was create a static-filled mess."

Marguerite chuckled. "Oh, Alastor had his fair share of failed inventions too. He once tried to create a contraption to amplify his voice, but it ended up making him sound like a croaking frog. He was so disappointed, but we laughed about it for days."

Evelyn and Marguerite's friendship in Heaven was a reflection of the hope that even in the darkest places, the seeds of love and compassion could take root and flourish. Their sons, despite their standing in Hell, carried a piece of that love within them.

I guess. I don’t know??? I tried. I hope it’s wholesome. This isn’t what I usually write but I really liked the concept :P

I think they have tea time together

They met while thrifting or something.

[queenlilithprime]

I think I've come to the conclusion that I just shouldn't be online as someone who does anything other than my work.

Is it my entire life? Yeah. I physically can't go out and make friends or go places, I'm stuck at home.

But... I need more than I can reasonably ask for. I will always want more love and affection and attention from friends and I will never be enough to deserve it.

So I'm going back into hiatus.

I'm fine.

I've always been lonely, I think it's just time to return to being by myself.

At least this way I won't have expectations or keep my hopes up.

In a day or so I'll go through discord and collect the emails of my beta testers and sensitivity team, then I'll probably not touch it for anything other than work.

I don't mean to disappoint anyone, I'm just not cut out for people. Life long isolation will do that to you I suppose.

This account will just turn into game development posts that aren't big enough to put on the official blog.

👋 Bye, I love you all. I'll always cherish what we had.

[nalyra-dreaming]

Hey,

Feel free to ignore if not an interesting question! But before we get into the finale where I imagine many emotions may arise and there may be many new things to add, I wonder if you have any favourite moments from S2 so far and/or any things that have surprised you?

And anyone in comments or reblogs - I'd love to hear this from anyone!

If anyone's interested, for me here are some things I have loved:

Armand. Assad's Armand has been even more glorious than I could have imagined. Armand is my second favourite character in the books and I honestly did not think it was possible that Armand could be elevated even beyond how much I love book-Armand, but Assad has achieved that! Episode 4 and 5 especially I was just speechless afterwards how incredible Assad is.

DreamStat. I have absolutely adored DreamStat. I did not miss Lestat in episodes 1-5 AT ALL because I adored DreamStat so much and because even if the DreamStat in an episode was only 30 seconds, it was always 30 seconds of 100% emotion. I loved how they used DreamStat to convey feelings; to convey Louis' internal world and experience and subconscious, to covey Loustat's love and connection and to express vampiric longing and transgressive thoughts, feelings and emotions. Absolutely adored it. Ironically, the episodes I missed Lestat in most this season were E3, which he was in the most but I found Armands storytime-Lestat too unnerving... and obviously E6 as he wasn't in it bar 2 seconds!

Claudeleine. Oh my: Madeleine and Claudeleine were both written utterly perfectly. Madeleine, again, I feel so much more from than book-Madeleine and she was simply exquisite.

E5 - A Masterpiece.

The music. The piece that opened S2E1 - Imagine Never Being Able to Dream remains my favourite so far from this season (I haven't listened to the S2 score yet so there may be some new thing I love more in E8 I have yet to hear.) When I first watched E1 I was so moved by this piece I had to watch the first 10/15 minutes of the episode... it was at least 3 times over as I couldn't even focus on what Louis and Claudia were saying, I was so moved by the music.

I've been surprised they haven't resolved everything, or at least more things with memory. I thought memories would be (pretty much, if not entirely) resolved by the end of S2 and from S3 on that we'd be working in (relative) truths. I also thought the stuff with memory would be a lot more to do with Louis and Daniel uncovering their own true memories. For example I was surprised that some memory revisits were part of the trial as opposed to Louis' perspective. We did do some of that in E5 of course, but that felt only the beginning to me.

Hey!

I actually concur with a lot of what you listed here ;)

Especially Assad‘s Armand… and the memories-in-Dubai thing. I had expected it to be a lot more uncovering for Louis and Daniel as well, but I can see it why they didn’t. Still, as said before, I would have preferred a slightly different season setup (with more time to actually resolve things before it ends).

I do love that Claudia and Madeleine got a proper arc. You feel for them. I also love the OST and my personal favorite piece of it will come up still 😏 I did not think Loumand would go that dark, and I don’t think there’s much chance of reconciliation once it breaks in Dubai tbh. But… we’ll see. I loved DreamStat being Louis‘ inner voice and I also find e3 weird… I adore the harlequin Lestat though, even if only a fanfic 😅 Santiago was so much more than I had anticipated and I loved how they made the… labyrinthian… depths.. :) of coven life clear.

I did not like them doing Merrick in SF, and I have already written a few notes on it all for an after-the-season post. But we’ll see if they pick it up in the last ep.

So these are my thoughts (for now^^) - anyone want to chime in?;))

[misc-obeyme]

Barbatos is loved for his perfection, but what if we love him and were not perfect?

This is something I think about a lot. Barbatos is famously good at everything he does, and while that may simply seem impressive and admirable. I van only ever imagine it being slightly painful. Yeah, at the start, I'd be like "Wow, I love my multitalented boyfriend. I love to watch him work his magic." But then when it comes to something I also love doing, I'd just feel inferior.

I'll be using gardening as an example. I love gardening! I've had flower and vegetable gardens my whole life. In fact, I just planted one for this season, and I like to think I'm pretty good at it. So, when I ask Barbatos for some help with my garden, it'll all be fine and dandy, and we'll have a nice little gardening date. All is well until I go to the Demon Lord's Castle and bare witness to the huge gardens with herbs even the masters couldn't cultivate. (Simeon mentions this about Barbatos' Dark Thyme, I believe. Could be wrong, though)

So now, whenever I ask Barbatos for help in my garden, I can only feel that he's bored and believes I'm doing something wrong because he is so much better than I.

Even if it's not him who harnesses a skill, just someone he knows. Barbatos is the butler of the future king of the Devildom, meaning he attends all the balls, meaning he sees the live orchestra. Imagine how inferior I would feel when I find out Barbatos has seen the best cello players of all time play in front of him several times over. Do you think I'd ever want to play for him after that? No way!

That's another thing I often think about. Just the fact that he's done or seen far better shows of skill would completely put me off and make me not want to show him anything in the first place.

I know he'd say I'm silly and reassure me he loves me no matter what. He doesn't care about my level of skill! BUT I CARE ‼️

I think perhaps you're missing one very crucial thing here. Barbatos would love to help you with your garden because it's yours. He would love to hear you play the cello because it would be you he gets to hear. He would see you putting your heart and soul into something you love and that's the part that would matter the most to him.

Imagine that someone you love, who has never gardened before in their life, decides to start a garden. Would it bore you to help them? Or would you see that as an opportunity to flex your own gardening skills? Maybe you tell them about things that messed you up in the beginning and save them from undesirable results. Maybe you feel happy when they succeed because you gave them good advice. Maybe they come across a problem in their garden that you didn't have to deal with in yours, but with the experience you already have about gardening, you're able to help them find a solution.

I feel like I can give some insight on this concept in a more general sense and inevitably it informs how I think Barbatos would be.

I'm kind of known irl for being "the writer." And that means that people want to show me their writing. I've never once read someone else's writing and been like, wow I'm bored and I know I could write this so much better. It isn't my story. It's theirs. And it's theirs in a way that is unique to them. I could never hope to replicate it. Just because they're not as experienced at it as I am doesn't mean it isn't just as important as anything I've written. I get excited when I see people writing because I love to write and now this is a passion we share.

I think Barbatos would be absolutely thrilled that you enjoy gardening. Because it's something he enjoys, too. I don't think he would ever compare you to anyone else, whether you're gardening or playing the cello or writing or even making tea. It doesn't matter how skilled he is or how perfect he is. What matters is that you're doing something that you love and he gets to share a piece of that with you.

Everything has been done before and there will always be someone better at something than you. What makes that thing special is that it's yours. And I can't imagine for one second that Barbatos wouldn't understand that concept on such a deeply fundamental level that he probably doesn't even realize it.

[yennas-stuff]

There’s this one e/riel who recently said “azriel was loyal to the mor for hundreds of years and he hadn't even gotten confirmation she liked him back so what makes y'all think he's about to be giving up on elain anytime soon Imfao” and then another one replied “And that man is evidently more down bad for Elain than he ever was with Mor so imagine at least another 500+ years of yearning for Elain. He physically can't stay away”

Rhys asked Azriel about Mor and wasn’t able to respond. Didn’t tell Rhys that he doesn’t love her anymore, doesn’t have feelings for her anymore, or is starting to get over her, and I think that’s why Rhys acted the way he did, because Azriel wasn’t able to give an answer, but if Az did give off the slightest hint of having genuine feelings for Elain then Rhys would’ve acted differently and likely would’ve told Az to wait for Elain to break the mating bond with Lucien or to be patient. And Azriel being “evidently more down bad for Elain than he ever was with Mor” is so funny to me. All we got with Az & Elain in his chapter was lust and jealousy when Sarah could’ve put something that showed romantic interest (genuine feelings) but didn’t. It would’ve been easy for her to do so. Lust doesn’t mean love. Sexual attraction isn’t that deep. There’s nothing wrong with the sexual attraction, but him not being able to plan beyond his fantasies and his self loathing toward himself wasn’t okay. That’s the problem I and others have. How he talked about himself was very unhealthy. There were actually people who did ship e/riel but stopped after reading the bonus chapter/acosf, and that’s saying something.

If Mor showed the slightest interest in Azriel or told him she wanted to be with him, then I 100% believe he would leave Elain for Mor. I don’t think he’s completely over Mor, but I do think he’s slowly starting to move on from her and has accepted that it’s never going to happen, and Elain is his rebound just like he is Elain’s rebound for Graysen. I think Az is jealous because everyone around him is getting into relationships/mates and is becoming happy. Rhys says in the third book that Az spent years waiting for a mating bond to snap between him and Mor. He wants a mate and is jealous because he doesn’t have one.

Lovely Anon, agreed 10000%. Thank you for the message. Great points were made.

I think Azriel just latches on to something he considers a pure and perfect embodiment of femininity. Maybe I am reading into it too much, but I don't really think it was love he felt for Mor. I think it was a combination of lust and platonic love. I think he wants to feel some of that purity and perfection, for it to rid him of his *sins* or wrongdoings.

If a female like that loved him, it would mean that he is good. But at the same time, he feels as if his touch was taking away some of that purity he assigned to Mor or Elain. We don't need to even get into it to know it's not healthy.

Also, I've never felt like him being down bad for 500 years was romantic or a good thing. It was not reciprocated or appreciated by Mor. It seems very self-destructive. At some point you need to actively look for happiness somewhere else. And I dont see him being more down bad for Elain than for Mor. Its been just a year and he's been avoiding her. With Mor he actually spent time with her. And as you wrote, he waited because he wants a MATE. He is so laserfocused on that. He doesn't even entertain pursuing anyone without thinking about bonds. Even when he knows that Elain already has one. He still thinks about it instead of how he feels ABOUT HER as a person. Just about having sex with her, which we know... means nothing (Nesta in the beginning of acosf).

We could get some deep loving words from Azriel about Elain when he was talking with Rhys but alas...

His mate obsession just shifted from Mor to Elain. But he knows she's already taken, which makes it impossible and more painful for him, which he probably thinks he deserves. Sad.

How sad it would be to always have this 3rd person in your relationship (Lucien)? He would probably think about him way too much and let these bad thoughts brew. Comparing himself and whatnot.

I hope he finds his happiness when he least expects it, he he. 💖 And for him to learn how true love feels. With no space for these self-deprecating feelings.

(These are just some thoughts my bestie, and I shared about Azriel and his state of mind. We might be talking crap, so if you don't agree, Im open to hear you all out).

[kesujo]

The Speed of Light

In accordance with [the majority of people's] wishes, I'll be posting stuff from AFF on here! Starting with the first smut I've ever written ... and have been convinced to leave as is. Just a forewarning. :D

“So, as light passes through something like water, it has to bump into more molecules, or in this case, more water molecules …” Tiffany explained, drawing a little diagram to follow her explanation.

A very bored-looking Jessica sat Tiffany’s left, chin resting on her left hand, right hand under the table, drawing circles on Tiffany’s knee. She lazily stared at her beautiful girlfriend’s face, barely paying attention to the words pouring out of her mouth.

“—but in … Jessi, are you listening?” Tiffany finally took her eyes off her diagram to glance at her, noticing she was not even looking at the piece of paper in front of her.

“… No …” Jessica said, smiling sweetly to Tiffany.

Tiffany sighed. “Jessi,” Tiffany whined. Her girlfriend chuckled at Tiffany’s aegyo. “You never pay attention to me whenever I’m trying to teach you s—!” The last part was cut off into a gasp as Jessica moved her hand further up Tiffany’s leg, stopping at her upper thigh and rubbing circles there.

Jessica’s mouth stretched into a smile at Tiffany’s reaction. “We’re seniors already though, Tiff,” Jessica whined to her girlfriend. “Why don’t we take a break from all this hard work?” She said, leaning closer to Tiffany, pressing her chest into Tiffany’s left arm.

Tiffany couldn’t suppress another gasp as she felt Jessi’s chest onto her arm. “O-O-Ok…” Tiffany stuttered, face turning dark red. Jessi’s smile widened as she leaned away, taking her hand off Tiffany’s leg.

Tiffany let out a breath of relief, leaning back on her own chair while trying to cool down her face. The sound of a door closing was heard, which led Tiffany to wonder if she had done that just as an excuse to go to the bathroom. If she wanted to go so bad, she could have just asked.

But knowing her perverted girlfriend, she didn’t leave just to go to the bathroom.

The transition from sweet and kind Jessica to sweet, kind, and perverted Jessica was very sudden; for some reason, ever since they became a couple, Jessica became more touchy with Tiffany.

It was the middle of the second semester of their junior year when Jessica asked Tiffany out. Tiffany had always been harboring secret feelings for her best friend, but always tried to hide them by going out with guys. Jessica would always be overprotective of her, though, which would sometimes scare them off. Either that, or Tiffany wasn’t willing to ditch her Jessi for anyone, even her boyfriend.

After a particularly bad breakup, Jessica made her move; she animated the story of her life using Totoro, since she knew Tiffany loved Totoro, and put it into a disc. On the day of the breakup, Jessica invited Tiffany over to her house to help her transition out of the breakup; she had sat her down on her couch, knowing that what she was about to show her had the potential to make her sadder, but what’s life without risk, right?

As she watched it, her eyes filled with tears of happiness. At the end, Jessica came out of nowhere with a big Totoro costume and asked her out. Overwhelmed with joy, Tiffany hugged her tightly and said yes.

As her best friend, Tiffany had been tutoring Jessica a lot; but really, Jessica didn’t need tutoring. She already knew everything; it was just her excuse to see Tiffany more. However, when Tiffany started tutoring Jessica as her new girlfriend, Jessica demanded to have more tutoring sessions. Even during the summer, Jessica went over to Tiffany’s house to review what they had learned, as well as singing ‘lessons’. But more often than not, these sessions evolved into Jessica touching her girlfriend, being intimate with her, and in general making her flustered.

Secretly, Tiffany loved this.

Who wouldn’t though? Not only was Jessica extremely attractive, she warmed up easily to those who she knew well, was smart, and was a talented singer. Tiffany had long figured out that Jessica didn’t need these tutoring sessions, but still did them just for the sake of seeing Jessica.

The restroom door opened, revealing a scantily dressed Jessica, who silently walked up to the unsuspecting Tiffany. As Tiffany was deep in the memories of her past, Jessica snuck up on her and hugged her arm.

Tiffany immediately snapped out of her memories, moaning a little. “J-Jessi …”

Jessica grinned at her cute reaction. “I’m ready, Tiff,” she told her. She didn’t let go of her arm, though.

“O-O-Ok,” Tiffany managed to say, trying her best to keep a straight face. She was considering just stopping and attacking her, but that’s what Jessica would want. And Tiffany was too stubborn to give her what she wanted right away: she decided to make her fight for it. Although Tiffany knew she couldn’t hold it in for long, she would at least try.

“O-Ok, so t-the exception would b-be…” Tiffany continued, trying her best to explain the properties of light to Jessica.

Jessica frowned at the little effect it had on Tiffany. Last time when she did this, Tiffany almost immediately pounced on her and … well, it was a fun session, to say the least. Then, Jessica grinned as she realized Tiffany was playing hard to get.

“… as light doesn’t have t—!” the last part, again, was the result of Jessica moving her hand to Tiffany’s upper thigh.

“What’s wrong?” Jessica asked innocently, looking at her girlfriend with fake curiosity.

“N-N-Nothing…” Tiffany stuttered stubbornly as Jessica once again began drawing small circles on her thigh.

Tiffany internally took a deep breath, suppressing her hormones before starting again. But before she had the chance to, Jessica put her mouth on Tiffany’s silky-smooth neck and nipped at the skin, causing Tiffany to gasp. “Tiffany … do you know what else I want moving as fast as light?” Jessica asked, breathing hotly into Tiffany’s ear.

Tiffany’s face instantly darkened to at least ten shades of red.

Jessica smiled, satisfied at Tiffany’s reaction. However, it wasn’t enough … yet. Jessica laughed. “I don’t know what you were thinking of, but I was thinking about this lesson.”

Tiffany huffed indignantly. So she got all ‘excited’ for nothing? But Jessica wasn’t finished yet. “So, of course, we can have some fun time.”

That’s it, Tiffany thought. She used her free arm to push Jessica onto the bed, which was located right next to the desk they were ‘studying’ on. She hovered over her, reaching to the hem of her shirt and ripping it off.

Jessica grinned under her, proud that she finally got Tiffany to snap. She watched in amazement as Tiffany tore off the clothes on her body, eyes devouring her perfect skin and sexy body as more and more of it was revealed.

After Tiffany was left in just her undergarments, she brought her lips roughly down on Jessica, kissing her fiercely. But just as she reached beneath the bed to remove Jessica’s bra, she stopped. This is what Jessi wants, Tiffany reminded herself. She retracted her hand, forcing herself to get off of Jessica.

Jessica, surprised, looked at Tiffany. What happened? She wondered curiously. Is she playing hard to get again?

Well, whatever she was doing, Jessica was enjoying this too much to let an opportunity like this to slip by again. Just as Tiffany was removing herself from her, Jessi quickly grabbed Tiffany and switched positions with her, putting her on top with a shocked Tiffany on the bottom.

“Wh—“ Tiffany was cut off as Jessi roughly brought her mouth to Tiffany’s, kissing her passionately. “Umf,” Tiffany moaned as Jessica brought her hand around Tiffany’s back, undoing the bra strap without breaking the kiss.

She stealthily slipped off Tiffany’s bra before reaching back to undo her own, only to meet Tiffany’s hand. She felt the pressure of the bra release as it, too, was slipped off and flung to somewhere in the room.

The moaned simultaneously as they reconnected their bodies, chests mashing into each other.

Jessica broke the kiss, causing Tiffany to whine. She moved down Tiffany’s body, stopping briefly at her neck, sucking her soft skin. Tiffany moaned in response.

After hearing the satisfactory moan, she moved further down, again stopping Tiffany’s full breasts, leaving red love bite marks on Tiffany’s neck. She took a nipple to her mouth, using her tongue to flick it back and forth, licking every inch of the areola.

Tiffany let out a throaty moan, arching her back to maximize the amount of skin that was going into Jessi’s mouth.

Jessica grinned at her eagerness. She brought her hand up and pinched the nipple of the unoccupied breast, earning another throaty moan. As she continued to swirl the nipple around her mouth, she rubbed, pinched, and tweaked the other nipple every which way.

“Jessi…” Tiffany moaned. She brought her hand to Jessica’s head and forcefully pushed it against her chest, enjoying the feeling of her skillful tongue.

Feeling confident now, she flicked the nipple a few more times before softly biting it.

“Ahng!” Tiffany moaned loudly, gripping Jessi’s hair more forcefully. She started to feel familiar pressure in her lower stomach. “Jessi …” Tiffany panted, weakly pushing Jessi’s head lower. “Lower …”

Her girlfriend complied, sliding further down Tiffany’s smooth skin and stopping at her legs.

An idea popped into Jessi’s mind. Grinning, ripped off Tiffany’s panties and kissed the inside of Tiffany’s upper thigh, while using another hand to rub circles in the inside of the other thigh.

“Hng!” Tiffany bucked her hips into Jessi’s face, trying to make contact. However, Jessi quickly pulled back and quickly resumed her teasing.

The pressure started to build up a little more as Tiffany bucked her hips again, but the same thing happened; Jessi retreats, and then quickly resumes. Frustrated, Tiffany calls out, “Jessi, stop teasing…” she moaned as Jessi moved a little bit closer to her dripping core.

“What was that?” she asked, grinning once again at how eager her usually submissive and shy girlfriend was.

“Stop teasing…” Tiffany said a little louder, still panting.

“I can’t hear you,” Jessi said in a mocking voice, starting to tease her girlfriend yet again.

“Just fuck me already,” Tiffany said a little louder.

Still unsatisfied, Jessi blew cold air into her damp core.

This sent Tiffany over the edge. “STOP TEASING ME AND FUCK ME ALREADY!” She screamed.

“As you wish,” Jessi said with a grin, finally satisfied at the volume of Tiffany’s voice. She shot upward and drove her tongue into the slit, causing Tiffany to scream in ecstasy. Tiffany grabbed a fistful of Jessi’s hair and pushed her up, forcing her tongue to go further and further into her.

As the pressure in Tiffany’s stomach grew, Jessi increased her pace, magically hitting all the correct places. Moans filled the room as her pace reached light speed; she used her nose to nuzzle Tiffany’s clit, making Tiffany moan even more.

Tiffany wrapped her legs around her girlfriend’s head, preventing her from pulling away at the last second, like last time. She then used her legs to pull Jessi closer, desperate for release.

Tiffany threw her head back and closed her eyes, feeling the pressure in her stomach reach an almost unbearable point. Moans echoed across the room as Tiffany felt her climax coming up. “Jessi … I’m close…” she warned her. But Jessi already noticed this and instantly increased the pace.

Right after that, Jessi’s tongue was met with a wave of sticky fluid. Happy of her accomplishment, she lapped up every drop of Tiffany’s delicious cum.

However, in the process of cleaning her up, Jessica’s tongue accidently brushed Tiffany’s clit, reinvigorating her hormones.

As soon as Jessi finished cleaning Tiffany up, Tiffany suddenly flipped them over, causing her to be on top, looking down at a surprised Jessica.

Before she had the chance to question her, Tiffany attacked her left nipple, palm rubbing the other nipple. Jessi let out a surprised gasp. She had never seen the aggressive side of Tiffany before. Well, aside from their last session; but even then, she wasn’t this aggressive.

Disappointed that she only managed to draw a gasp from Jessi, she pinched her right nipple, simultaneously nipping the left one with her mouth. Unable to contain herself, Jessi let out a drawn out moan. “Tiffany …”

Tiffany finally smiled, satisfied at being able to make Jessi moan.

She moved her hand down to Jessica’s wet core, teasingly sliding her finger back and forth on the slit. She flicked the nipple back and forth with her tongue simultaneously, occasionally biting softly, making Jessi moan once again.

As she continued to rub the opening, Jessi stubbornly held herself down, making herself not buck into her fingers. But she lost her will as Tiffany ‘accidently’ brushed her clit. Unable to maintain control, she bucked fiercely into her finger, but just as Jessi did, Tiffany anticipated this movement and retreated her finger just as quick.

Jessi let out a distressed and desperate whine, causing Tiffany to giggle. The hum of Tiffany’s giggle caused vibrations to reach the nipple Tiffany was working on, causing Jessi to gasp in pleasure again.

As Tiffany continued her actions, Jessi once again forced herself to not pounce on Tiffany and force the finger inside of herself. But when her finger brushed against the clit once again, instead of bucking, she released her frustrations by pushing Tiffany’s head further into her breast.

But as Tiffany brushed her clit once again, Jessi barely managed to hold herself down. “Tiff…” she whined, finally giving in. “Stop teasing…”

Tiffany smiled, but ignored her protest and continued to run her slim finger up and down the opening, driving Jessi more and more insane.

Not wanting to satisfy Tiffany, she bit her lip and held back her moans. But it reached an unbearable point when Tiffany moved up to kiss her, pressing her chest onto Jessi’s while moving the other hand down to help the hand that was driving Jessi up a wall.

Jessi released her frustrations on Tiffany by grabbing her hair and roughly kissing her, muffling the moan that came out as Tiffany’s other hand started to rub her clit.

“Tiff!” she moaned into her mouth, giving in again. “Please…”

Tiffany, already proud of making Jessi beg, decided to push her luck a bit and tease her more. “Please…?”

Jessi huffed indignantly, not willing to beg more. Tiffany, however, was persistent and pinched her clit once again, hard. “Put your fingers inside me!”

Tiffany, smiling, complied eagerly, plunging two of her fingers inside of Jessica’s damp core. Jessi screamed in pleasure, Tiffany’s mouth unable to muffle the volume of her scream much.

Jessi started to squirm under Tiffany, pressure building up in her stomach region as Tiffany pumped her fingers inside of her fiercely, free hand pinching, tweaking, and rubbing the clit.

Meanwhile, Tiffany fought fiercely over dominance with Jessi, their kiss intensifying. Their tongues danced around each other, trying to pin each other down. However, Jessi, busy being pleasured by Tiffany’s eager hand, was unable to win, letting Tiffany win the battle as she plunged her into Jessi’s mouth, now exploring the caverns in both her mouth and her core.

She pushed deeper into her mouth, adding a third finger into Jessi’s core and began to pump faster.

As the pressure built up more and more into Jessi’s stomach, her moans became louder and more frequent, muffled by Tiffany’s tongue. She brought one hand into Tiffany’s hair, grabbing a clump of it and deepening the kiss while grabbing Tiffany’s inner thigh as leverage as she started to aid Tiffany quicken her release.

“Tiff … I’m close,” Jessi’s muffled voice told Tiffany who, in response, quickened her pace.

“Hng … hng,” Jessi continued to moan, practically pounding Tiffany’s fingers with her wet core. She pounded on her fingers a last couple times before releasing, letting out a scream before enveloping Tiffany’s fingers with her cum.

As Jessica panted, trying to catch her breath, Tiffany moved down and licked away every trace of Jessi’s cum, savoring every drop of it. However, if anything, her hormones became more rampant as she watched and heard Jessi’s release.

As Jessi closed her eyes and caught her breath, she felt her legs being pushed apart. Surprised, she looked down to find that Tiffany was aligning their cores together. “No ...” Jessica panted, exhausted. “Tiff … I’m so ti—!” she was cut off as the feeling of Tiffany’s wet fold meshed with hers, creating a pleasurable feeling of ecstasy.

The pressure in both of their stomachs became renewed as they continued to push into each other, clits occasionally brushing, causing both to let out moans.

“Ugh … Jessi …” Tiff moaned, wrapping her legs around Jessi’s for the sake of more leverage, continuing to pound into Jessi.

“Hng … Tiff…” Jessi panted, following Tiffany’s example and wrapping her legs around and joined Tiffany in pounding each other’s core, despite her exhaustion. “Hng … Hng…” Moans from both Jessica and Tiffany filled the room.

As she was about to close her eyes, she noticed Tiffany had already closed her eyes. She immediately darted forward and attacked one breast with her mouth, bringing them both in an upright position.

“Ugh …” Tiffany moaned as she felt Jessi’s expert tongue twirl around her left nipple. “Jessi … Ugh …”

Tiffany started to feel the pressure in her stomach reach an unbearable point. “Close …” was the only thing Tiffany managed to breathe out before increasing her pace, rubbing the opening of their cores, already lubricated with pre-cum.

Jessi responded by increasing her pace as well. Even though she was also close, she didn’t warn Tiffany as her mouth was already preoccupied.

“Ugh…”

“Hng…Hng!” Jessi and Tiffany screamed in unison, releasing the juices into each other, mixing each other’s substance.

Jessi let go of Tiffany’s breast as she collapsed onto the bed. As Tiffany tried to catch her breath, Jessi took the liberty of cleaning them both up. Not even the accidental brush on the clit turned Tiffany on again, her exhaustion forcing her hormones to finally rest.

“That was … amazing,” Tiffany said in between breaths.

Jessi just smiled as she finished cleaning up the last of their juices that was left on Tiffany’s legs.

Jessi then crawled up Tiffany’s body, rubbing some of the cum on her legs onto her silky-smooth skin. “Can you clean me up?” Jessi begged Tiffany, also out of breath.

Tiffany simply nodded, bringing her face up to Jessi’s core once again and licking off the mixture of her’s and her girlfriend’s juices.

After they were done cleaning up, they both laid under the blankets, too tired to put clothes back on. But Jessi, being the perverted girlfriend she was, had her hormones come back quickly as she recalled what had just happened. Her lust quickly recovered her exhaustion, causing her to run one hand down Tiffany’s smooth leg.

Tiffany, however, had yet to recover. “Jessi …” Tiffany whined tiredly. “No more…” Tiffany pouted as a grinning Jessica brought her body over Tiffany’s.

“So do you think I matched the speed of light pretty well?” Jessi asked, causing Tiffany to turn bright red. “Well, you haven’t seen anything yet,” she said, grinning mischievously as she once again began suckling on Tiffany’s breast.

[charlidos]

Lost but together

(In glorious HD!)

I keep thinking of how Viggo said in that interview about being lost in the woods: "I just want to show you where you've never been. I just want to show you this beautiful rainforest". Doesn't that sound terribly romantic? It's like he wanted to give Orlando this precious gift. Viggo had obviously been to this amazing spot before, immediately thought of Orlando, wanting to share this gem with him. Viggo has said a lot how he liked getting away on his own while filming, to get some Viggo-time. But apparently, this time, being alone wasn't enough. There's something so awfully lovely about this sentiment.

And here are some new-for-me tidbits from Viggo concerning this "lost in the rainforest with I-don't-know-who/alone/a friend/oh turns out he was with Orlando" story.

I liked especially getting lost on the west coast (south island) rainforest and stumbling through/fishing/sleeping and swimming in parts of Mt Aspiring, Fiordland, the mountains of Canterbury, the northland coast etc… Sometimes, particularly on the south island, I was reminded of Argentina and Patagonia in particular, and Chile. --- I took pictures of this incredible land. I once got lost in the forest - it was getting darker and darker, I thought I knew where the path to the coast was, but with no daylight I got lost and wandered around for two days. Of course I was stupid enough not to take a torch with me. The only light I had was the flash on my camera. I used it as a lamp and inadvertently took some excellent, unusual photos.

First, seems getting lost in the rainforest with Orlando was one of Viggo's favourite moments in NZ. A beautiful place, beautiful company, what's not to love? It really turned into a magical moment for them.

I love that he also particularly mentions "Canterbury". Of course, NZ is riddled with places named after British towns etc, but it's just one of those "coincidences" that Viggo just happens to mention a place with the same name as Orlando's birthplace.

And in the 2nd quote, Viggo claims he was lost (all alone this time, poor chap) for TWO DAYS! Good lord. Well, fine, if they went out on their seemingly impromptu hike at lunchtime one day and were back at lunch the next, I guess that could be maybe counted as two days? Nevermind that it was only 14 hours... Two days should be perhaps at least more than 24 hours, you'd think. Still, they were out there for a LONG time. Just the two of them. Lost, but together.

Oh, how I love this fairytale. I wish someone would ask Orlando about his experience one day. We should prepare a carefully worded question which he could answer without forcing him to mention Viggo, unless he want to. Obviously, it made a lasting impression on Viggo, an experienced guy. So I can imagine it must have been the same for Orlando. Life changing, terrifying, romantic and just... wonderful.

(I'm trying to find the magazine where it was revealed that it was Orlando who was Viggo's companion on this adventure. I've been looking everywhere, but can't find a scan, all old sources are gone. Does anyone reading this have it? It's from the Austrian mag Skip das kinomagazin, April 2005.)

[cosmicjoke]

Hi I really love your thoughts and analysis on Levi! He’s a great character. I was wondering what you personally think makes him different from other characters (not restricted to snk but in general) and what you love about him most??

Thank you so much! I agree, Levi is an amazing character. Hmm, that's a good question. I've written so much about Levi, so it's hard to boil down what makes Levi different to me from other characters. Levi's very interesting to me, because he's so deeply caring and kind, but he suffers from others often having a wrong perception of him because of his lack of outward expression and at times crass manners and behavior, and also his tendency toward violence.

I think Levi really perfectly encapsulates the message of how we shouldn't judge a book by its cover. At first glance, Levi seems like a disappointment to people. He's called "humanity's strongest", but he's short and surly and unfriendly and withdrawn. He lacks any kind of charisma or charm. All these surface level qualities make him "unattractive" to people. We even see his own comrades judge him harshly and accuse him of being monstrous or bad, of having something "wrong" with him.

But underneath all of that, Levi is by far the most compassionate, kindest and most caring person in the story, and truly, that would apply to any piece of fiction. You can't care more than Levi does. I can't think of a single character that's more empathetic than he is. In that way, I think Levi really encapsulates the theme on AoT, and in life itself, that we shouldn't judge without context or understanding where a person is coming from, why they did what they did, or do what they do, etc, etc...

Levi is violent, but his violence is a direct result of how he was raised, and it only ever comes out of compassion and a deep desire to protect others. Levi is crude, but he's only that way because he's lived a life of extreme deprivation and poverty. He never had the privilege of any sort of education beyond what the streets taught him. Levi comes across as unfriendly, but only because he never had anyone growing up to show him how to conduct himself in social situations, raised by a serial killer and left to fend for himself in a place literally buried underneath the ground, surrounded by murderers and rapists and sex traffickers, etc, etc...

Levi really encapsulates the saying "appearances can be deceiving", because while Levi appears rude and aloof and removed from emotion, in truth, no one feels more deeply, no one cares more deeply, no one tries as hard as him to help others, or is so heartbreakingly selfless.

Anyway, I could go on and on about Levi, lol, but I'll just keep this here for now. Hope that answers your question and thanks for the ask!

[justafriend-ql]

I've never met anyone like you. LOVE FOR LOVE'S SAKE (2024) Episode 4

[mewtwo24]

Okay but like. Two things about the volume 8 statue [redacted] chapter.

Firstly. By god no amount of "yeah it was unhinged" comments on this website prepared me for whatever the fuck that was. I need at least 5 business days to process.

Second, was I the only one who read that scene as:

Hua Cheng, teeming with self-satisfaction to see Mu Qing near writhing with scorned disgust and fury: this was a 100% successful trip

Xie Lian: our statues are fucking in Mu Qing's palace oh god oh fuck what do you m e a n successful

Hua Cheng, smirk getting even bigger: this was a 100% successful trip