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gotham-adrenaline · 2 days ago
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Can I make a request
Plsssss I never get picked can you do a
Tim Drake x reader where the reader is a girl and she lives with Tim in their own apartment and that she just came home from getting her hair done and it’s this awesome Red Robin streaked patterned in her hair and she surprises Tim plsssssssssss I never get pic for requests 😩😢😩😢😩😢
I gotchu babes- I got way too into my feels during this so the fluff may be so thick it'll choke you, but hope you enjoy!
Pairing: Tim Drake x fem! reader
Word count: 1900
Warnings: None really, mentions of fear toxin and Tim's specific brand of issues, and also near-lethal levels of fluff
So maybe it was a little silly to be nervous, considering the situation. Or a lot silly. Either way, acknowledging the ridiculousness of your current feelings didn’t make them actually go away, much to your disappointment.
You just really wanted him to like it. You wanted him to understand like he always did. 
When you told Tim you were going to get your hair done this afternoon, he didn’t seem surprised, likely because you had told him you were considering getting a new style almost a month ago when you first got the idea. 
Stepping into the elevator, you made a mental note to send the salon a muffin basket at some point this week. The tip you left was fairly large, definitely larger than the standard amount people give, but most people don’t spend almost an hour making sure the shade of red dye will be absolutely perfect while being unable to explain why it needs to be so specific and why all the photo references are weird and extremely close up. The hair stylists who dealt with you today deserved far more than muffins. 
The black dye was much simpler thankfully. 
Your stylist warned you that the colours would wash out and change over time, which was to be expected really. The particular shade of your hair didn’t need to last forever, just long enough for you to get home. 
Because Tim had an eye for details. He noticed so much and cared enough to store all those tiny facts, and yet he was always surprised when you remembered anything about him, even major things. He was so used to going unseen, even by those close to him, and that wasn’t fair. 
You loved Tim. You loved him, and you noticed him, and you needed him to know that. You needed him to know that saw him and loved him because of that, not despite of it. 
Your reflection stared back at you in the spotless reflection of the elevator doors, black hair with large red streaks running through it hanging loose around your face. 
Yeah, maybe a dye job like this shouldn’t have taken as long as it did, but Tim would (hopefully) see the specific shades and understand. You didn’t spend so much time matching the red exactly to his Red Robin suit for no reason, after all. 
Tim “told you” he was Red Robin over 3 years ago now, if you consider telling you as him showing up at your apartment (the one before Tim and you moved in together, a tiny flat in a less-than-ideal neighbourhood of Gotham), bleeding and suffering a mild reaction to fear toxin. He insisted on “guarding you” until Batman (who is apparently Bruce Wayne? Sometimes you truly hate Gotham) showed up half an hour later and found Tim curled up, unconscious, on your coach with you trapped underneath him (for safety reasons, of course). 
When he showed up the next day looking like a kicked puppy, clutching a container of baked goods from Alfred, he seemed genuinely surprised when you steered him inside and back to the coach with a cup of hot chocolate so he could explain while comfortable (“Tim, I saw you less than 12 hours ago, bleeding on my kitchen floor and shaking in fear while trying to protect me from people who weren’t there. Sit down before I make you.”). 
And yeah, sure, maybe it would have been nice to know the guy you’ve been dating for a year was a vigilante who fought criminals and patrolled Gotham every night, but that knowledge could be incredibly dangerous for you, Tim and his whole family. You got it, as much as you could as a civilian, anyhow. This is the same guy who got injected with a new strain of Crane’s drug and immediately became so terrified you were in danger that he ran from his entire family to ensure your safety. You couldn’t argue that he didn’t care enough to tell you about his night job even if you wanted to, not after something like that. 
Even now, you could tell that the obligation of being Red Robin weighed on him, especially recently. He’d been stuck on different missions almost constantly this entire last month and when he finally made it home during the small breaks in between, he was exhausted and usually in pain. Then he’d try to ask you about your day as if his hands weren’t trembling from sleep deprivation. And worse, he’d look guilty when you ushered him into the shower and heated leftover soup for when he got out, apologizing after he nearly fell asleep sitting up at the table as you told him about the new drama at your job. 
As if the world nearly ending at least twice within two weeks was his fault. As if he wanted to be so busy lately, working to his breaking point. As if he hadn’t been trying so desperately to be available for you, insisting on flying straight back to Gotham after a battle instead of resting, calling you almost every night before you went to bed regardless of time zones, asking Alfred to drop off brownies because you mentioned craving them offhandedly in a message the night before. 
As if he hasn’t made sacrifices for you time and time again. 
So yeah, you missed him like hell over this past month, but you also loved him more than enough to compensate for that pain. And Tim showed how much he loved you in return so clearly it almost hurt that he couldn’t see it. He didn’t need to feel guilty that being Red Robin made life difficult recently, that was out of control. Everything that he could have done to be here for you, he did. And you saw that. You saw him. 
The elevator dinged gently, startling you out of your thoughts. Slipping out the doors as they slid open, you dug your keys out of your pocket as you approached the apartment. 
It wasn’t always easy to tell, but Red Robin’s uniform was a different shade of red than Robin’s. While the style of both outfits has changed over time, Tim always kept the colour tones individual. Once, cuddled up with you in a pillow fort you both assembled on the living room floor during a movie night, Tim admitted that it was intentional. That he sometimes still needed the reminder that Red Robin was different, a separate entity from Robin. That he was different. And that those differences could be a good thing. 
So it just wasn’t fair that he felt guilty over something he suffered so much for when it was all for the sake of others. He gave so much to protect people, including you, and still tried to make sure you knew you were loved. 
So maybe matching your hair perfectly to the colours of the Red Robin outfit probably wasn’t the biggest gesture in the world, but it meant something to you, and knowing Tim, he’d understand what you were trying to say. And if he didn’t, well, you’d have to trap him on the coach for another emotional conversation, even if he whined the whole time. 
The front door opened with a click and you pushed inside, hanging your keychain on the hook near the coat rack. Tim’s voice drifted out from the living room, talking with someone on the phone. Admittedly, you were still a bit nervous, but this was Tim, and you loved him. With a measured breath, you walked into the room. 
“-but that’s not how donating works, Damian, and being a Wayne doesn’t mean you can try and steal elephants from the zoo- no, I don’t care that she looked lonely and that they’re Dick’s favourite animal, you could have-” Tim’s mouth clicked shut mid-sentence when he saw you, staring wide-eyed as you enter the doorway. 
“I gotta go, call Dick,” and ignoring the younger boy's annoyed squawks you could hear from the other side of the room, Tim hung up the call. Setting his phone down on the couch, he fluidly rose to his feet and closed the distance between you both in 4 long strides. 
Hovering his hand beside a loose strand of red hanging by your face, he gently wrapped it around his finger and looked down at you, the smallest smile on his face.
“Hey, sweetheart,” his voice is gentle, far quieter than it was on the phone a minute ago, as if speaking too loud would break the moment and you’d disappear in his hands. “This is new.”
And of course Tim would ask a question without making it a question, as if you tripped and somehow accidentally got your hair dyed in his colours. 
You hummed, leaning into him further as he fiddled with the bright piece of hair, a smile of your own pushing across your lips. “Yeah. You like it?”
Tucking the lock behind your ear, Tim pulled you even further into his arms, the hug so encompassing you could hear his voice rumbling through his chest. 
“You’re wearing my colours, baby,” He laughed disbelievingly, long fingers carding through your hair, drifting from black to red and then back again. “Yeah. I like it.”
Sighing into his shirt and letting him take some of your weight, your eyes drifted shut, focusing on his steady heartbeat and the pleasant shivers across your skin from his caresses. 
“Hey,” Tim whispered, hand sliding down to cup your cheek and tilt your head to look him in the eye, and he looked so soft right now in a way you haven’t seen recently, too stressed and guilty to indulge in himself like this. “I missed you.”
“I know.” 
Pressing yourself up to meet his lips, you allowed your hand to drift into his own hair, keeping your movements as slow and loving as you could. 
With the life your lover has lived, Tim knows how cheap words could be, so you found yourself trying to show how much you loved him in other ways. With homemade soup and pillow forts and stupidly long hair appointments. But just in case-
Pulling back after only a few seconds, you cradled him close and grinned up at him. “I love you.”
And he got it. Of course he did. Because it’s Tim, who noticed all those tiny details, all the things he could about you, and loved you because of those details and not despite of them. Yeah, he could be blind when it came to people's affection for him, and the stress of recent events only made his mind fixate further on the “what ifs”, on what he sees as his own inadequacies, but even he couldn’t miss this. 
When he kissed you again, he was smiling so wide you both had to pull away far too soon. He pressed his lips to your forehead instead, hiding his grin against you. 
“I love you too,” and then, “Thank you.”
And it’s hard to say what exactly he was saying thank you for. Thank you for supporting him as Red Robin enough to wear his colours, even knowing the teasing you’ll receive from the rest of his family? Thank you for understanding that he missed you, even if he couldn’t come home? Thank you for loving him? 
It didn’t make a difference, in the end. You understood what he meant.
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critters-crap · 11 days ago
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<<Part2||Part 4>>
Alrighty! Prologue is finished, Imma take the weekend off since lastinme I didn't take a break at all lol. And I don't want to burn myself out.
hope it's alright, this is my first comic so it might not be the best since I made it on a whim. yippeee.
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Also look at this little guy I painted on Tuesday lol.
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pinkfemgurl · 20 days ago
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You groaned to yourself after reading that text message. This meant you had to go about your day caged and with her pink satin panties on under your clothes.
But naïve and hopeful enough to finally get unlocked, you sent pictures of yourself every hour on the dot showing off your entire body caged with the her panties on. Sometimes she asked for your face to be in it just to tease you and other times she would ask for different poses.
You check the clock and notice that she should have been home 20 minutes ago. Surely she's just stuck in traffic right?
Three more hours go by and you've been restlessly pacing at the front door waiting for her to get home. She wouldn't reply to any of your texts except either to make you do a new pose or to reply to the picture you sent her every hour.
You swing your head towards the front door the moment you hear it open and see your girlfriend smiling while holding a few bags in her hands. "Sorry honey, I had to stop by the mall to get a few things on the way back home. I hope I didn't make you wait too long?~" She teases you, knowing you were in agony the entire time.
You rush up to her no longer caring about how long you waited because now you can get unlocked and finally be able to cum again.
"Hold on honey, before I unlock you can you do something else for me? I know I've made you do something embarrassing but it just made me so wet at work all day that I couldn't get anything done!" You don't notice the malice in her words as you nod your head to this unknown task.
"Here, I want you to put this on to match your panties, I spent so long to find something that would look perfect on you!"
She hands you a bag as you take out the clothing to put on. You see that its a matching pink bra and a pink long sleeve tutu style dress, all in the same shade of pink as the panties that she made you wear all day.
You can't wear such a thing! You tell her.
But she changes your mind soon after, "I want to be fucked so badly while you wear all this babe! I'll tease you like I did last night, but only for a few minutes," she reassures you with a lie, "and then I'll unlock the cage and let you pound me until you've released your entire load in all of my holes!~ Seeing you in my panties all day made so unimaginably horny this would just make me go over the top! I'm sure that would make up for the entire day and a half of being unable to cum right?~" She gives you a pouty look, knowing she put you through pleasurable torture, you normally cum at least once everyday so not being able to has made your brain fuzzy this entire time.
You finally relent and change into the entire outfit, your girlfriend helping you put on everything the entire time. After hearing that you will be able to fuck her relentlessly you've gotten so horny that you begin leaking into the pink panties again.
She lead you to the bedroom and tied you up on the bed once again. This time it was a little different, instead of just having your arms tied behind your back and your ankles tied together, she went the extra step and began tying every inch of your body in a way that seemed to accentuate the pink outfit and the cage.
"There we go! All done! And I just got to say wow. I can't believe you actually let me do all of this to you!" She says cheerfully while looking at you hungrily.
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She snaps a picture of you all tied up, “Who would have thought that it would be this easy to feminize you this far so quickly?! I guess my friends were right when they said that the hardest thing was to get you in a chastity cage but then the rest would be easy!” She laughs to herself. "I mean getting you caged wasn't even that hard either."
She pats your pink caged clitty and no longer needing to hide her true intentions behind an innocent face, she can't stop smiling at your predicament.
"You know babe... I didn't just buy these clothes, I'm sure you saw the dozen other bags I brought home right? Those will be your new clothes! I made sure to only shop in the lingerie sections and sex stores of the countless malls I stopped by after work to give you an even higher quality of clothes compared to my own wardrobe!" She says proudly.
Suddenly she moves close to your ear and in a low but demanding voice whispers, "And if you ever... want a chance of getting out of that cage, you'll have to do everything I say from now on, or I'm going to send these dozens of photos of you in my panties as well as you all tied up like this to your friends and family through your own phone! I'm sure you especially remember the photos with your face in them! Wouldn't that be such a relationship crusher? She teases.
"Now be a good sissy doll and let me see you leak into your pathetic little clitty in this new outfit! I want to record every new milestone you achieve in this new relationship we'll be sharing together honey~"
Hope you enjoyed this super long story made by @pinkfemgurl!
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chaos-in-deepspace · 25 days ago
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LADS Sylus: SFW Headcanons
Eyooooo got this request in this morning. Been needing to get around to writing headcanons for Sylus, so decided to use my morning writing warm-up to do this!
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❧ Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+. ❧ Warnings: None ❧ Pairings: Sylus/Reader
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Sylus
General Headcanons
When this man originally ended up in the N109 Zone, he had no clue what the hell other people wore. He saw a another person, and then a dude on a billboard, and kinda went with the biker aesthetic. That doesn’t mean he didn’t try other aesthetics though. Go into his closet and you’ll probably find all styles of clothes that he just never wears. Most of them are in black, white, red, and some shades of brown, but there’s a handful of more colorful ones in there.
So the nickname in Sylus’ phone for you, kitten? Well that gets changed up pretty often. He changes it depending on what you did that previous week. You happen to trip into a bush? Shrubby. You stole all the carrots off his plate at dinner? Bunny. You decided to get into his liquor cabinet? You’re now called Tipsy. It really depends, he just likes to change it up…also helps if you call him during a business meeting it won’t just show the same name or person calling.
He keeps a list of everything the twins do in a week. Literally every single shenanigan they pulls, he has on record. He is willing to bring it up to them just to watch their reactions. You probably find it hilarious when you found the logs of every single prank or mistake they’ve ever made. None of the things there are normal. Like the time they meant to detonate a bomb but grabbed the wrong remote and ended up blowing up half of one of the armories. Just cute things the twins do.
Speaking of armories, he does happen to have a special place in his armory for your extra plush animals you two win. If you ever thought for a moment this man was joking at the claw machine about that, then you’re a fool. This man literally has an entire section for plushies, behind nice bullet proof glass. They even have labels on them like what their name is, the type, the date received, and who got it from the machine. The moment he realizes that most of the plushies were caught by you, he’s suddenly inviting you to Twinkle Toys to win you a few.
It’s pretty funny to think the leader of Onychinus is dusting his own shelves in his room, but there’s a reason. He’s very particular about where things are place and moved, not to mention he does keep a handful of things in his room that he refuses to let other people touch. You’re the exception. He doesn’t even know when he started to allow you to go through things, but he’ll just watch and call out to you whenever he notices you’re elbow deep in his shelves, searching for some secret object, only to find books on the best ways to disassemble and clean antique guns.
Romance Headcanons
It might be a shock to some, but this man has little to no experience when it comes to romance. He has had many people trying to catch his attention in the past, it comes with the territory of being a big boss, but nobody ever caught his eye (since he already had someone he was in love with). That being said, due to that, he wasn’t going around dating people, and sleeping around isn’t his thing. A one night stand? Never done one of those. So when he’s finally with you, despite being suave as all hell, he doesn’t have that much experience. He just goes off instinct and thankfully his instincts are pretty spot on. Perhaps he had another life where he was with a lover and gained experience that way.
While he doesn’t like you feeling jealous, he can’t say it isn’t adorable. He knows you trust him to not go for someone else, but the other women and even some men? You don’t trust them in keeping their hands off your man. Not only is Sylus insanely attractive, but he’s powerful in so many ways. Lots of people are always after him, and some people push their luck a little too much. Can’t blame you for being jealous, and while Sylus does find the demeanor to be adorable, he’s also immediately doing everything in his power to get rid of that nasty feeling in you. Stepping away from the situation, going up and taking you by the hand and making sure everyone knows he’s with somebody, and later that night telling you that you’re the only one in his eyes. He doesn’t ever let you be jealous for more than maybe five seconds if he can help it.
It’s not uncommon for people to have more than one love language, and this man happens to have two of them. Physical touch is certainly one of them. Holding your hand, having you sitting on his lap, dragging you to slow dance in the kitchen to classical music while waiting for the food to be ready on nights you two decide to cook instead of having the chef make it. His other love language? Well he can’t touch you if he can’t spend time with you. Quality time is his other. He will do everything to make time in his day for you. Asking you out for meals, inviting you over for some training or just watching a movie together, picking you up and driving you to work. Any chance he can get in his day he will try and see you, and if that doesn’t work out he’s at least calling you to see how your day is going.
It’s clear that the man has gotten a bit buffer since you two began seeing one another. His arms are a big stronger because he wants to be able to lift you up with ease wherever he goes. If you don’t like it, he won’t, unless he has to. He does enjoy having you in his arms though, and will take the opportunity. Your feet hurt from those shoes? Here, let him pick you up in one arm. Too tired? Let him carry you to bed. It just rained? He doesn’t want your shoes to be getting wet so here let him just…you get the idea. Sometimes you have to tease him because he reminds you of one of those stereotypical old ladies with a little dog in their purse all the time.
Since he’s so big on quality time, he’s willing to cancel deals if it means he can see you. If you invite him to dinner and he has an important meeting, he’ll ask if you’d like to attend with him first. If you decline though? Well the meeting can wait for another day. Or maybe he can be about three hours late. Not like it matters much to him in the end. Getting to spend his time with you is more than worth a few meetings that would probably have nothing but faulty protocores in them anyway. Worst comes to worst he sends Luke and Kieran to entertain the guests until he can make it there.
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paper-mario-wiki · 8 months ago
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you do such a good job passing! any tips?
thank you, i appreciate that! i dont have a ton of tips since ive only been at it for a little over half a year, and im kinda flying by the seat of my pants cuz i dont have a lot of people i talk to day-to-day about presentation. pretty much everything ive figured out by myself and with youtube tutorials. regardless, heres a few i can think of:
don't be afraid to go to a makeup store and ask for advice. i brought a picture of myself i put through faceapp to give me makeup, and i showed it to the ladies at sephora, who were able to get me exactly what i was looking for. theres a world of difference between a face full of makeup, and a face full of makeup that's slightly the wrong shade, and it's good to get the opinions of experts.
try to look at the other women in your family and see how they style themselves, or do their makeup, or even how they speak or carry themselves. finding a look that works isn't somethin that you can fall into super easily, you have to go searching for it. try to model yours after the people who literally share your genes and therefore your features. (note, the opposite is equally usable for transmascs, look at your brothers, fathers, and uncles)
spend time in the mirror seeing what looks right. comb your hair in different directions, part it in a different place, put a clip in, dye it a different color, etc. put on makeup and then take it all off, then put on way too much and only take half of it off. learn the muscle memory of holding a liquid eyeliner pen in your non dominant hand and tracing it across the eyelid on the opposite side of your face without twitching your eye. nobody will see you, you're in your own bathroom. with the resources you have, treat the Bathroom Fit Check like you're customizing a character in a videogame.
look for your angles! i wish i could look good at every angle, but i don't, and vanishingly few people actually do. i spent a lot of time looking at myself in my front-facing phone camera from different directions and thinking "fuck im never going to pass, i really dont look great. is this even worth it?" and no matter how much doubt i had, in the long run the answer ended up being yes, it is worth it. that's kinda how hard things are: they suck until they don't anymore.
this one is really simple and may not apply to you, but fix your posture. seriously. when i started standing up straight for a few weeks i noticed an change in how i looked and carried myself (and my back doesnt hurt as much now)
come to terms with the fact that a lot of women look like men, and a lot of men look like women. the idea that all men look one way and all women look the other is an propagandstic invention of the state that should not be taken seriously. (note: this tip works only inwardly as a facet of self actualization. no matter what, you will always run into people who buy into the propaganda. to the best of your ability, pay them no mind.)
im sorry i cant give you anything more, but thats kind of a big question to answer, so i hope this helps!
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tleeaves · 25 days ago
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Rule(heart)breaker
Tokyo Debunker | Ritsu Shinjo x reader/MC Warnings: none Description: the girls (business partners) are fightingggg, minor angst if you tilt your head to the side, potentially ooc maybe idk Author's note: this is my first TDB fic so, um, try not to judge me too harshly maybe if it's totally crap. This is sort of just a snippet of an idea I've been having around a potentially longer/multi-chapter Ritsu fic? Tbh I don't even like this guy that much but something about his character compels me, so, here we are. - T. Lee 🍃
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Ritsu Shinjo prided himself on being perfect; efficient and effective in every way humanly possible until he reached ghoul status and could pursue levels beyond any human alive or dead. So, imagine his surprise when his morning cup of coffee—black, no milk or sugar to ruin the raw taste—went flying out of his hand and spilling over his shirtfront and lap, immediately painting his immaculate uniform shades of brown before he could even utter acimo.
Swiftly, one of six handkerchiefs on his person found itself in his hand and dabbing at the hot mess. If he were anything less than a ghoul and if the cup had not already been cooling for four minutes and twenty seconds, this would probably be hurting a great deal more than it already was.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” a voice squeaked, sounding mortified.
Face as blank as ever, Ritsu glanced up with only the slightest hint of distaste in his tone when he said, “You are late. And I will be charging you for the time wasted and now for my uniform’s dry-cleaning.”
“Are you okay?” the Darkwick inspector asked him, hands hovering awkwardly as he continued pressing the handkerchief against his clothes, attempt to draw out what he could. The handkerchief, he realised dismally, would need cleaning too.
“Wet,” he commented tersely, “And now behind schedule, but fine. Where were you that your time was so occupied at nine AM? The very time, incidentally, I informed you our meeting was to occur here at the Mystery Diner. Twenty minutes ago. You confirmed yesterday during business hours that you would attend this meeting.”
Ritsu watched as your eye twitched. Intriguing… and worrisome. You were his business partner; clumsiness could be forgiven through the correct procedure of reparations, but if you were tired and no longer at your sharpest, that would be a problem for him too. How could he rely on a sleep deprived partner to bring Sinostra enough prestige to win the laurel crown at the Gala?
His gaze never left you as you tentatively sat down across the table from him. An opponent’s position. A business partner would typically sit next to him. He took mental note of that to add in with his voice recordings later when he was transcribing.
As you tugged on your sleeves, Ritsu noticed that your attire was in disarray. Buttons missing, small tears, untucked, upturned collar on one side, and a loose tie that appeared suspiciously like it was cut in half—and not intentionally for style. He started listing these items aloud into his recording, completely missing the flush on your face and the odd glint in your eyes where you usually looked so vacant.
“A mission,” you declared suddenly.
Ritsu paused. Gathered his thoughts and offered the recorder out. “Can you elaborate? You were on a mission?”
“I have been on a mission since the closing of business hours yesterday,” you drawled. Ritsu blinked, a dozen thoughts on workers’ rights, Darkwick policies and rules, and legal procedure running through his mind before anything could leave his mouth. He did not get the chance though, as you continued. “I have been on a mission since yesterday and I just got back from being off campus this morning. I have not slept a goddamn wink, I have not changed, I have not showered, and I have not eaten. Another anomaly was killed instead of being caught for study. So, thank you for waiting patiently for me.”
Ritsu was indignant. “You should not have accepted the mission, you have every right to refuse according to—”
“You don’t get it,” you snapped. He watched as the flush on your face deepened, not with shame but anger. “Nearly four months have passed since I was cursed. I don’t care about being overworked; I care about finding the fucker that’s turning me into its clone. So, I accept every mission Darkwick puts my way and I’ll keep doing it until I find a cure. Yes, that might mean I’m not on time to meetings. But don’t pretend like you aren’t just using me the same way Darkwick and all the other ghouls do.”
Ritsu remained silent, the recording still rolling. You took that as an opportunity to stand from the booth’s table and plant a hand on its surface. His empty coffee cup rattled.
“Or do you deny it? We’re spending more time elevating Sinostra so you can continue your little glory quest than we are investigating anything related to my curse.” Your eyes were steely and a small part of Ritsu wavered under that stare. It seemed ridiculous because he was not one to be intimidated, ever. So, what else was the feeling?
Ritsu took a breath, readjusting his blazer, though he stayed seated. “You have adequately addressed your concerns. I make no such admissions or denials at this time on the matter.” He sighed shortly. “We are business partners. It is natural we should not get along and agree on everything, but there is no matter I cannot resolve with enough time.” He checked his gleaming watch. “We should resume this matter at four—”
“Hell no.” Moving around the table to loom beside him, you said, “Let it go on record that Darkwick’s inspector resigns from the business partnership with Ritsu Shinjo, starting now. We have different priorities.”
Ritsu stood. “Sinostra has missions.”
“Sinostra can barely go a week without any warnings from the academy,” you seethed.
“That is why we are working together to preserve its reputation,” he argued.
You gave him a cool smile. “Exactly. Different priorities.” Striding past a bored-looking Ren Shiranami, you said, “Nice knowing you, Thesaurus.” The door shut heavily behind you.
Ritsu watched your retreating figure out the diner’s windows before you disappeared from view around the corner. He sighed through his nose. This was not good. One way or another, he needed to get his business partner back, or better yet, find a suitable replacement.
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iamcautiouslyoptimistic · 7 months ago
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Deja Vu ~ Russell Adler x Female Reader
{Author's Note} This was inspired by @alypink's recent Adler render where he's leaning against a muscle car AND HOO BOY that put tons of thoughts in my head about a younger Adler before he heads off to Vietnam. Reader in this story dated him before he went off to war and they got together again after the events of the Cold War game. I probably got some timeline stuff wrong but I did my research and tried to keep it consistent lol. A horrendous sinus infection has given me a short break from school as I start some medications to clear it up so that means more time for writing! Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy this! I've got plenty of ideas for a younger Adler x reader series so expect more in the future! And let me know if you'd like to be removed or added to the tag list🫶🏻 I don't know if I managed to include everyone that I wanted to so please let me know! AND YES I'm using a Robert Redford gif because they're basically the same person in my eyes LOL {Tag List} @littlemissclandestine @alypink @mctvsh @adlerboi @deadbranch @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world @ghostlythots @glitterypirateduck
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Russell Adler x Female Reader
❌Content Warning: none❌
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1965
“When are you leaving again?” 
Adler sends you a glance through dark shades as you pass him a bucket full of water. He takes it easily, hefting it with little issue while you had struggled to lift it only moments ago. 
“In a month,” he responds and splashes the bucket’s contents across the windshield of his car. “Higher ups are gettin’ worried about the increased communist presence in Vietnam so they’re sending in some troops. I’ll be going on behalf of the CIA to do some recon and see if we can figure out what’s happening over there.”
You knew that already. He’d told you half a dozen times before but he answered you anyway. He knew how worried you were about the threat of impending war, especially when he was being sent into the midst of it with little choice to refuse. 
All you can manage is a nod as you focus on sponging down the window opposite him. He notices your silence and rounds the car, drying his palms on his already damp tank top. 
“I’ll be fine, sweetheart,” he murmurs softly as he grasps your chin and guides your face to look at him. You blink back tears and he wipes away the few that manage to escape with gentle thumbs. 
“Just gotta make sure the Soviets aren’t meddling in things,” he continues. “It shouldn’t take long.”
You nod as he caresses the curves of your cheeks. “I just want you to be careful.” 
And come back alive, you think to yourself. Come back to me. 
He leans to press a kiss to the crown of your head. “I will. Promise.”
His lips meet yours in a tender kiss, one that makes you smile and clears the mist from your eyes. 
“Now, help me finish cleaning this thing before Sims gets here. He needs to see this baby in all her glory.”
You laugh, feeling your heart lighten as Russ turns up the radio. He bobs his head to The Beach Boys song flowing through the speakers and you promise yourself to commit this moment to memory. The glint of his shades in the sunlight, the shimmer of golden hair as he pushes it off his forehead, the movement of his arms and back as he leans over the hood of his car. The image is imprinted in your mind’s eye for years to come.
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1982
Adler has changed, though your memories of him have not. He’s still stubborn as a mule with an envy-inducing sense of style and a love for muscle cars. He’s older now, quieter and less open, scarred both physically and mentally after his time in Vietnam. His most recent escapade involved a former Soviet agent who he refuses to talk about so you don’t push the topic. You’re just happy he’s come back to you.
“You gonna keep staring or help me clean this thing?” Russ says with a slight smile. His shades reflect the sun the same way they did all those years ago and you hurry to his side, upping the radio’s volume on the way.
Russ likes to talk about cars and so you let him, enjoying the sound of his voice as he guides you through the inner workings of the machinery before you. He's gentle and careful with his movements, and you notice the serenity in his features. It was one of the few times he was able to relax, a brief moment where he didn't carry the world on his shoulders. You know he's not perfect, far from it, but he deserves this temporary peace and you're thankful that you're present to enjoy it with him.
“Do you know that I love you?” you ask suddenly. The comment makes Russ pause in his work, gaze lifting to yours as he straightens.
"That so?"
You giggle. "You're supposed to say it back, you know," you tease, fully aware of his tendency to play coy with this sort of thing.
He brushes stray strands of hair from your face, the pads of his fingers delicately tracing your features. He was hesitant to touch you these days, fearing you'd be disgusted by his calloused hands, but you made it a point to remind him that such things were a sign that he had survived and kept his promise to you, even if it had taken longer than either of you had anticipated.
"I love you, too," he murmurs, his voice a low whisper, as if he were afraid to release the phrase into the world where it could be taken from him.
You grin and lean to press a kiss to his scarred cheek, hearing his contented sigh as his arms settle around your waist. You promise to commit this moment to memory, just as you had countless times before, adding it to the complicated collection of images and sensations that made up Russell Adler.
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freevoidman · 6 months ago
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Please talk about your P3 R cutscene issues cause I have issues with them too and I'm betting you have the same ones.
LMAO I am ALSO betting it's the same as mine but I'll go into it nonetheless.
For lack of a better way to word it: I think the changes made to cutscenes--either by cutting them entirely or changing them from 2D animation from the original to the in-engine 3D ones in P3R--makes the game lose a lot of its artistic direction and the general "vibe" that the original game had.
To avoid going into spoiler territory: let's look at the first cutscene from P3FES, and compare that to it's equivalent in P3R.
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First thing of note here is its chaotic nature. There is rarely a single shot that lasts for more than a few seconds. Either we cut away entirely (such as Yukari transitioning to Makoto abruptly) or something interrupts the action (the running sink briefly having a moment of static). There is a sense of chaos, the inability to focus, and inherent confusion throughout the entire first cutscene. Even at the end, when we have a point of focus in Pharos and Mitsuru, the camera still cuts, dynamic action is happening, and--most importantly for Pharos--the more "unreal" actions seem more believable. We, the audience, don't see or fully understand how he teleports around the room, why the contract vanishes, the growing of shadows as he vanishes. These are deliberate shots that are really only believable in this animated cutscene style.
A lot of things are also left up for interpretation--where are we going? Why is this girl attempting to shoot herself? Why is there suddenly a butterfly, and why does our music get louder when we see it? Is this what the protagonist is imagining while he listens to music, or is it meant to be more metaphorical to the audience? These are questions that, most notably, are left unanswered and unsaid in this first cutscene. There's a level of trust with the conveyance of information: this is what you're seeing, right now, you'll learn more later.
All of this is also carried and conveyed impressively well with its sound design. The scenes in Iwatodai are chaotically loud, multiple voices overlapping--you can catch snippets of conversation, not the full picture. We occasionally have the opening verse of Burn My Dread - Last Battle interjecting as the protagonist walks through the streets, but it's muffled through his speakers. As Yukari gets closer and closer to pulling the trigger, we only hear the section of lyrics that says "burn my dread", a constantly repeating lyric that adds a palpable sensation of terror as we, an unaware audience, believe we're about to see a suicide as the city goes on, oblivious, outside the dorm. It's a terrifying scene that really makes you worried about what comes next, especially when the first person you meet in the dorm is Yukari, who nearly pulls that same gun on you at the end.
I also want to point out stylistic approach in terms of shading--or lackthereof. This is something that modern persona games decided to ditch (I guess with rising standards in animation? idk man) but I think it's insanely great in Persona 3. Having these flat colors with minimal, if any shading is a stand-out detail, it makes everything feel flat and unreal.
This cutscene is chaotic, it is uncanny, it is uncomfortable. And that's what makes it so great. Persona 3 plays with uncomfortable themes, imagery, and its whole premise is based on an hour of suspended time, where shadows roam Japan and cause havoc that no common person can explain or understand. It is the perfect way to convey that general feeling Persona 3 carries with it.
Now, let's look at the equivalent in Persona 3 Reload.
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The first thing you'll notice is the length. The opening cutscene for P3R, despite containing the same general "stuff" as P3FES, is half the length of the prior game's. This is because, once you leave the train station, the game transitions into proper gameplay, giving you control as you walk through Iwatodai to reach the dorm. In other words, everything after the dark hour initiates in the original cutscene is completely scrapped. Pharos' introduction and general teleportation weirdness, your introduction to Yukari threatening you, Mitsuru's introduction--ALL OF THAT becomes in-engine 3D. That is much less engaging and interesting! You lose all the power of those crazy camera angles, Pharos' teleportation and odd behavior becomes really sloppily executed 3D nonsense that you SEE HAPPEN, and the panic Yukari (and you, the player) feel during your first meeting is robbed.
But I digress, what else is different? Well, for one thing, there's consistent through-lines throughout the cutscene. The moon transitions quickly into a tap real, which transitions into a crosswalk with you, the protagonist, as the only colorful dot to keep an eye on. There's no loud, pumping music to hype you up or freak you out anymore, in fact, Iwatodai and Tatsumi Port Island don't feel as chaotic and crowded as a populous city should. The conversations people are having are muffled and less distinct, the audio direction in general is a lot weaker and absolutely pulls its punches when it comes to building audience suspension. There's no sudden cut of music when the Dark Hour kicks in as your speakers die--the silence was already there, the station was already empty, nothing really feels changed except the lighting (which is accompanied by a goofy sound effect, come on). That same sense of confusion is completely lost.
Instead of brief still shots of everyone moving through a crowded space, there's plenty of room for the protagonist to move. That lack of connection doesn't feel misplaced because your in a crowded city, it instead feels like you're walking through a somewhat subdued city totally fine. It doesn't carry that same disconnected feeling--in fact, it feels absurdly normal when, in the original first cutscene, you felt out of place and wrong. Also, the new shots of pedestrians are boring. Why the hell am I watching a bunch of idiots crouched on the ground and one of them falls over while everyone laughs? Why am I looking at a dog walking lady? If you're going to include these kinds of shots, why not include, idk... some of the social link people here?
Then we have... Yukari. Oh dear Yukari they fucked you up. For one thing, no sudden cuts away to increase tension! We stick with her the whole time for a measly twenty seconds and see everything resolved in one go. They also, most damningly, made Yukari talk. Now, I have no problem with Yukari in general, but in the original we had no idea what her intent was with putting the evoker to her head. Obviously, we assume suicide, but there's a palpable tension to the action when there's nothing but her panting, alone, with a sink running in the background as we hear "BURN MY DREAD" repeated over and over as she gets closer and closer to pulling the trigger. Now, as she talks, that tension is robbed, especially during her last line. "No way, I can't do it!" is completely unnecessary when we see her fall to her knees.
After that though... there's really nothing to this cutscene. There's no music, no tension, it really feels like a lot of nothing--which is a MAJOR problem when this is your opening impression. P3FES says "come on, you're in for something crazy and unique" while throwing you into the deep end of interpretation and artistic weirdness. P3R is scared and has to hold your hand as it says "Come on, here's a normal introduction, the crazy comes later" while striping the original of its teeth. It's weaker and a lot less fun to watch.
There's really never been a stronger opening for Persona 3 than the original's cutscene--hell, I would argue Persona in general hasn't had a stronger opening cutscene since. Even 5's lacked palpable tension.
Which is super depressing? Like, seriously, I'm not going to touch upon later cutscenes (both bc spoilers and, come on, we'll be here all week if I get into it), but October is FILLED with problems on an artistic level. I think the P3FES's Orpheus/Thanatos awakening is far more graphic and terrifying than P3R's Maya engine cutscene. I can't even begin to understand why Mitsuru's dad got a dedicated 2D cutscene explaining what Kirijo Corp. was doing back in the day when, iirc, the original just had Mitsuru explaining it. Cutscene direction in P3R is, at best, lacking at multiple points when stacked against is predecessor or, at worst, just feel bad and empty and, arguably, sometimes unnecessary.
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blackrabbit111 · 9 months ago
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~Twst android au, prequel draft~
"You are the sole heir to the worlds top tec company that makes everything from military weapons to remotes. Raised alone by your grandfather, you've found yourself alone since his passing and are struggling to find someone to turn too.
On a whim you go looking for one of his crack pot inventions in one of his old factory's. Only to find more then you were looking for"
An au fic I wrote months ago but never shared cuz insecure, But I'm down so I say heck to it 👍
Feed back and critic is appreciated especially on grammar😅Not sure how much I'll keep or if I will even make more but I might as well share what I've already made
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The sound of a switch echoed as the warehouse lights shot on in uniform order one by one until the massive hanger sized warehouse was lit up. 
The walls and roof were vast and the rows upon rows of shelves were endless, each filled with who knows what? All different types of machinery, a tec nerd might see this as some gold mine full of decades worth of technology going back nearly fifty years according to your newly bequeathed assistant. 
You hadn’t even changed clothes yet. You were still in these uncomfortable shoes, these stuffy black clothes that were far too warm to wear indoors, even your hair had been newly styled at your “guardians” request. 
You don’t even remember most of the day ... just stepping into the car. 
“Master Yuu?” Your assistant’s voice tore you from your mindlessness, you hadn’t even noticed they’d stopped. You’d just kept walking down the isle of discarded tec. 
“O-oh? Sorry Mira, and please don’t call me that” You asked, your voice quite as always. You hated having to force a smile but manners like other things had been drilled into as a child, so you had no choice. 
“Of course, sorry” She gave you a sympathetic smile, one of the few you’d had despite the circumstance. With your years forcing smiles you had grown to recognize when someone else was faking it too. 
Mira was genuine at least “Are you sure you're up to this? We can wait a few more days?” 
You appreciated the thought, but your hand was going numb from signing forms. The owners of such documents, the sources of most of those forced smiles, they knew better than to be honest about what they wanted. Or else risk upsetting you and with the power you now had none of them could afford such a thing, for some literally. 
You shook your head no “I’m fine, just tierd. This is the third warehouse we’ve checked after all”  
Might as well of been the one hundred with the size of these things?! Your college campus was half the size of the last one 
“Could you go check with the site manager and see if they had any luck tracking it down? I’d like to keep looking around on my own” 
She nodded, lingering a bit before turning back to leave the way you both came her footsteps faded to echo’s and suddenly you were alone. 
The shelves were daunting like this, shaded over from the different levels framed the discarded bot shells in a creepy way. Yet that wasn’t what was on your mind. 
Not much … had been on your mind lately …  
Everything had felt- fuzzy? 
You were never the greatest at showing your feelings, you’d certainly been teased enough because of it growing up. 
It was easier to just make friends. (literally) 
Rustling through your pocket you pulled out an old worn leather-bound book. Its pagers were flakier than the old coot that had left it for you. Sticky notes and faded pages stuck out and fell lose as you flipped back through its ancient pages. 
Sketches, notes and old diagrams were all etched into it. Most had been released, just one of his many sketch books you’d had the ‘joy’ of flipping through. 
But there was one page that had caught your interest, 
“Project Wonderland” God he sucked at naming things. 
Among the faded doodles these few seemed the oldest, added in safter the pages had already been filled? Even Mira didn’t know what it was, and she seemed to have known more about his company than he had. She knew him more than you had... 
“Project Wonderland, Log #037. 
So far, all prototypes for model “Heart” have remained lacking, subject Ace ________ ____hap ___ _______ ___ ___ ___  ___ ____  ___________________ ________Riddle remains____ __________ ,strict rules_ _________. Further_______ ______ ______” 
The rest was too faded. 
Most of the scribbles summed up that amount. Even the more salvageable ones left too many holes to piece together anything that made sense? 
You groaned trying to make sense of it all. This was just a way to get away from all the work you still had to do, Mira’s suggestion, if not you’d probably still be sat behind that oversized desk, in that oversized chair signing the endless rotation of papers brought by your newly acquired legal department.  
Attending the by hourly meetings on new bot colors, branding and all the other topics you didn’t understand. That didn’t stop the bombarding you with requests and asking your opinions … more demanding... 
Day in day out, 
Right up until- 
-Nya! Lunch time! - 
 You were again torn from your invasive thoughts, the pitchy voice crying out from your pocket. 
-Nya! Lunch time! - 
-Nya! Lunch time! - 
-Nya! Lunch time! - 
Pulling the device from your pocket its screeching only seemed to get louder- 
-Nya! Lunch time! - 
-Nya! Lunch time! - 
-Nya! Lunch time! - 
-Nya! Lunch time! - 
-Nya! Lunch time! - 
Small, grey with a bright blue screen. Its body, an old tomogachi toy you had as a kid, now turned into a travel sized version of an ai interface. Your first attempt, robots were child's play to you. At the age of ten you were making drones on par with your grandfathers. You could code before you could spell your own name, which made passing online tests a breeze. 
Ai was different, specifically intelligent ones. 
Nowadays it was rarer to see a machine that didn’t have some type of interface built in, even kid’s toys could remind the child to brush their teeth. But the ones used for androids, the ones running shop tills and driving buses.  
Those were harder for you. 
-Nya! Lunch time! - 
-Nya! Lunch time! - 
“ALRIGHT! Sheesh....” 
 Generated, Response, intelligence, Model #008. Or Grim for short, you were still working out the kinks. Somehow it had begun to prioritize meal notifications, despite it being near 6pm it kept on screaming for lunch until you clicked off its alarm. 
It’s been nearly 2 weeks since you’d last had a free moment to look at the code, which meant round the clock alerts at random. 
You let out an audible groan “Maybe this really is a waste of time? ….....” 
You stared at the old, tattered book in your hands. His name engraved in white tread across the wine-red material 
“......” 
“......” 
“......” 
How were you supposed to feel? You didn’t know? 
You never knew, so when you could you’d just avoid it. Avoid feeling much of anything? 
Hence the names the other kids called you.  
“Freak-droid”, “Robot”, “dumb as a bot” .... it wasn’t your fault; you just weren’t good at being like them. You eventually learned to pretend, to force a smile or a chuckle when needed. 
It was better anyway; the robots were better. 
More time to hone your skills, why make friends when you can build them? That’s what you told yourself. 
Alone at school, alone at home... 
Nothing had changed … those two weeks ago.. 
You were still eating alone,  
Still spending the evenings alone, 
Still walking through those empty halls alone.... 
He was your only family, yet you were lucky if you saw him twice in one week. Either locked in his lab or at the office. He was never there. He was just, not with you, not beside you. 
You’ve always been alone, so why- 
“......” 
Why now … did you feel so- 
“......” 
His name engraved in white tread across the wine-red material 
You looked back at the books cover, His name still engraved in white tread across the wine-red material... 
 He was gone now... 
You were now … alone... 
“......” 
“......” 
“......” 
It was quiet here.... 
“Project ...wonderland?” you mumbled out loud. You don’t know why, but you began giggling. 
This was so unlike you, wandering around aimlessly. After this crazy idea that- that this MYSTERIOUS project could somehow be for you! Could somehow help you explain how to do a job you didn’t want or how you were supposed to feel or how to make this STUPID AI tell you about something other than LUNCH!!! 
“......” 
“......” 
“......” 
It was stupid of you … to think that... 
“......” 
“......” 
“......” 
You sniffled, having to dry your eyes before anything came out. You shook your head trying to think straight. 
It had been a good distraction, but it wasn’t important. You could get some intern to find it for you, you had those now apparently and they seemed despite. They nearly decked each other the first time you met after asking for a drink. 
Give extra credit to whichever one found it~ 
Perfect! You took another sharp inhale and turned to leave, ready to head back to the office. No doubt there would be a whole new stack of papers there to greet you when you arrive. 
Only to crash face first. 
Stumbling back, you looked up confused, there wasn’t anything behind you a moment ago- 
What you saw made you jump.  
He was tall, like REALLY tall. The dim light in of the war house casting his dark slender form in a shadow simply from looking down at you, his raven hair falling over his broad shoulders, his chiseled features pale as a ghost yet sharp and defined. 
He looked almost ethereal, if not for his eyes... 
They cut through the shadow that painted his form as if they glowed like screens in the dark. 
A piercing green that seemed to dance through the many shades, cut through by the black slit of his pupils. 
You were speechless, almost afraid to move in case he might pounce. A green grew on his face, as if your nerves amused him. 
“Are you okay?” 
His voice was deep, smooth, yet his tone was gentle? You were able to relax a little more but were still wary. Why was he here? Had he been following you?! 
“What do you want?” You ask bluntly, your voice is flat, yet he only seems to grin more at it letting out a small chuckle. 
“You were looking for something weren’t you? It’s a big facility, so I thought you could use some help” 
“How did you-?!” 
“Your assistant went back to speak the site manager; I noticed you weren’t with her, I’m sorry if I'm interrupting you” His appearance was still daunting, but he seemed genuine enough? You assumed he must work here. 
“O-oh? No, it’s alright, thank you. I was just heading back anyway” 
His head tilts “No luck then?” 
You shock your head “Something like that” Your forced smile grew back, deciding to be pleasant instead “I have better things to be doing is all, could you point me towards the exit?”   
A hand lifts to his chin as he lets out a hum in thought. 
“I believe I know a short cut? You took a rather unorthodox route here from what I could tell” He beamed again raising one hand to his chest while extending the other to guide the way, his sleek yet dark appearance, butler like movements plus his kind smile brought to mind a certain show you’d watched a few years ago? 
You thanked him, walking past him down the isles weaving left or right with his direction. 
He walked a few steps behind you simply directing you as a turn came up, otherwise you were both silent. 
The route was bizarre? Weaving in and out like an ally cat over a neighborhood's walls or roof tops, a fair comparison with his dark hair and and bright eye color, all in all you felt more lost than anything? 
Did he really know the way? His assuring nature just made him feel like he knew what he was talking about? 
“Sorry, but are you sure-?” Concerned, you turned to ask him about where he was taking you only to find more empty isles of shelves. This tall dark stranger had vanished, you looked around thinking you might have just gotten ahead of him? But he was nowhere to be seen... 
You cursed under your breath.... 
He had ditched you, you felt stupid for not too of seen this coming. After your little “Episode” you’d been so frustrated to get out you didn’t even think about it. At least he’d only gotten you lost, given your new net worth MUCH worse could have happened. 
You let out another sigh, you were really done with this. 
You began to dig around in your pocket for your phone, deciding to just call Mira and the staff to come find you. 
As you pulled it out your annoying- you're in need of updating Tamagotchi toy tumbled out with it. 
You groaned again, just one more thing gone wrong. 
-Nya! Lunch time! - 
It had slid under one of the shelving units, peering underneath you could just see it on the other side. The lights were out on that side, so it was a little hard to tell? 
After failing to swat at it you relented to having to try squeeze between the gaps of the two units, it was tight and the creaking noises it made as you nudged it made you nervous- 
-Nya! Lunch time! - 
-Nya! Lunch time! - 
But you knew it wouldn’t stop sending alerts if you didn’t get it... 
So, between the metal frames it was~! 
Squeezing your way through, you just managed to make it without knocking much off, you finally reach this annoying pest of a program. 
-Nya! Lunch time! - 
-Nya! Lunch time! - 
-Nya! Lu- 
And off it goes.... 
You’re about to plop your ‘pet’ back in your pocket when a light catches your eye? 
A low flash of red was glowing from the corner pile. 
This space was narrow, a small corner tucked away behind the shelves you hadn’t been able to see with the lack of lighting and old parts blocking your view from the isle. 
Walled in by the units and the warehouse walls, meaning you could just barely squeeze in. 
Stumbling a bit, you saw the source of the low red light. 
Two sleek metal crates, each taller yourself, were stacked against the wall tucked away between bits of cardboard. Each one looked huge black versions of those fancy box's phones come in, the red light shining from beneath its seal? 
Both metal caskets had gold engraving carved into their surfaces, some type of registration number and a symbol?  
“A1-164-♥ & D2-164-♥?” each read with a golden heart displayed above? 
It took a moment to click before you were again digging through your back pocket for the withered remains of a notebook, he’d left you. 
-Model Heart- 
“Project … wonderland?” you mumbled aloud now looking at these caskets like they were some mythical creatures that had hopped out from a children's story. 
Digging through the faded pages had already been difficult, now near impossible with only the glow of these things to see. You scanned it for anything that still counted as language that mentioned these things?  
Finally, a passage mostly filled with flawed calculations caught your eye 
“___ ________ ____ sleep mode while ins____, 
_____ _______________ _______urther funds ____ ______ coffins develop___” 
“____subject Silv____ ___ _______ ________ more time in sleep_____.  
_______ _____ bug reports t_ ___________ later.” 
The rest is more faded calculations. 
The texts were mostly useless, it was the sketches that caught your eye. 
Like most of this leather-bound pile of dust the sketches were rough, looking to be more concepts rather than any type of blueprints? They mentioned some type of access panel on the front, molded to match one of the seven symbols outlined in more detail earlier in the notes. 
It was easy to assume it was that gold heart etched into the metal caskets casing. 
You didn’t really think, more just acted. 
Reaching out, you laced your palm over the etching of a golden heart. 
Nothing happened, at first, but suddenly the gold coloring was painted over by that same crimson red from under the seal. The etching became filled in causing you to flinch and pull your hand back, as if it had sent some type of signal to its twin, the other caskets matching heart also lit up now an almost blinding light. 
“Palm scan complete~ 
Connection established” An obnoxiously cheery voice sang 
“Running security check, 
Running diagnostics check, 
Running personal check” It read off line after line, running upload bars through one after the other. Most of the more complicated one’s were lost on you and your limited knowledge of software; it was much easier for you to follow the hardware terminology meaning at the very least you could piece together it was running checks on some type of high moveability machine? 
“All preparation checks complete for model’s A1-164-♥ & D2-164-♥. 
How gracious~ 
Beginning reupload of data files of model’s A1-164-♥ & D2-164-♥” It had all loaded pretty quickly until now, each screen uploading in seconds, but now- 
“Loading- 
Loading- 
Loading- 
-ERROR- 
Unable to recover crucial data, beginning recovery measures- 
-ERROR- 
-ERROR- 
-ERROR-” Both screens began to flash with alerts, as if the system’s attempts to recover whatever it couldn’t was somehow causing the other files to corrupt. You were by no means an expert, but you knew if you didn’t act soon the whole system would be unsalvageable 
“-ERROR- 
-ERROR- 
-ERROR-” still panicked, you put your hand back to the screen swiping away as many of the alerts as you could to try and get at the recovery icon. 
“-ERROR- 
-ERROR-” 
The alerts were popping up faster than you could close them, with little other choice you did the only thing you could think of in this panicked moment 
“Cancel recovery measures! Proceed with upload as is!” You yelled hoping for some type of response, and just as you did the corrupting screens froze, the loading bar froze, the whole screen froze …. before another loading bar popped up. 
Slowly it filled, there was a brief pause before- 
“Upload complete~ 
All systems ready, deactivating sleep mode for models A1-164-♥ & D2-164-♥” 
A relived sigh escaped you, the screen shut off before the crimson glow faded as both seals jutted forward a white cloud of steam blowing out as the casket undid its releases. 
The doors slid open, tucking their lids around each of their left sides. 
The cloud died down finally letting you see inside, having the squint at first you thought at first you were mistaken. But now you were certain, two figures stood within. 
One with boyish features, red spikey hair and a heart shape painted over one eye. 
The other slightly taller, features sharper with flat raven hair and a spade shape painted to match their opposite. 
Wide eyed, you didn’t notice you held a breath once they stepped forward. You tried to speak, ask them questions like if they were okay or why they were in there? Only for it to come out as mumbles once their eyes both shot open in synch. That same pixelated crimson flashing over their eyes only to fade again replaced by their respective red and blue iris’s. 
The red one blinked, you held your breath again... 
The blue one held its head staggering a bit before both their sights landed on you. 
…..... 
…..... 
….... 
You all stood their starring for a moment; afraid moving might activate some attack mode or- 
“Excuse me but-” 
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH?!!?” 
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sel i don’t know what’s been in the air lately but i cannot stop thinking about iwa!!! the way he’d get flustered the first time you call him haji <333 he’s so in love with you, he smiles even if you call him haji accidentally when you’re mad at him!!! also buying cute pilates or gym sets and modelling them for him in your bedroom he just LOVES watching you <33 but it’s a little annoying cause u can’t trust his options cause he just says you look gorgeous in all of them <333 also the first time you wore a blue set he’d liked in particular to the gym you have to suck him off in the car cause he underestimated how much of an effect you’d have on him
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oh my god. i was awwing the entire half of this until i got to the end was like whoAH WHOAH WHOAH. so true tho nonie. he can't drive w a raging boner, that'd just be too dangerous! also, buying cute pilates/gym sets gets him so rock hard i cannot EVEN. i love that idea nonie
truly... the enlightenment is in the air that’s what it is 😌🥺 we are finally being enlighjime-d, iwaitened. he also absolutely does get flustered when you first call him haji 🥺 i have a lil thing… i wrote abt that… actually… it's part of my hajime series (which is privated rn bc i'm rewriting it!! my writing style has changed a bit since i first wrote it) but!! i'll put it up here for our enjoyment 🥹🥹 and maximum feels (unfortunately, it is entirely innocent and no sucking off in the car but it is still so very dear to me! 🥺)
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When Iwaizumi takes up Sports Science in California, you stay behind and complete your degree in Japan. The time difference sucks; just as he starts his day, you’re ending yours. Still, you make an effort to talk within the window of hours you’re able to. 
At 1:03 a.m., you are cozied up on your bed, night light casting a soft glow onto your tired eyes. You yawn, squinting at your phone while waiting for a familiar face to pop up on screen. A few minutes pass, and it vibrates, the picture you took of Iwaizumi that summer after high school on display. 
You swipe your screen to find bright light streaking through the lens of Iwaizumi’s camera, obscuring your vision of him.
“Hold on,” he murmurs, before the view turns to black. Random blobs and shapes move around and you suspect that he’s probably wiping the lens while moving to a place with shade. “Sorry, just walking to campus right now.”
You wait patiently. 
Soon enough, you are faced with a clearer visual of Iwaizumi, his spiky hair now shaped into a semi-crew cut—olive green eyes giving off the same stare you know can only belong to him. He doesn’t look much different from the photo assigned to him on your phone, but he doesn’t look the same either. The fact that you notice these changes means that time has passed, and you’re reminded that this is the Iwaizumi you no longer have—the Hajime you could have had. 
“Hey,” he greets, sending you a grin. A few beats and recognition flashes through his face as he notices that you’re all tucked in bed, ready to sleep. “Shit, did I wake you?” 
You laugh and shake your head, mushing your cheek against your pillow, “No, it’s okay,” you snuggle up to your duvet, “was waiting for your call anyway.” you readjust your phone and place both hands under your cheek, “You rushing to class today?” 
“Not really.” he answers, looking up from the screen, presumably to cross a road. “First period canceled, so I’m heading to the gym for a bit. How ‘bout you?” 
“Well,” a playful glint sparks in your eyes, “not rushing to class, no. Not going to the gym, either. Not in this outfit, I think.” you smile, suppressing a laugh. Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, but you can see traces of a smirk gracing his lips. 
Since going to America, Iwaizumi has gone through a few changes: his confidence, his humor, and his temperament—all of which have gotten better. He’s a lot more relaxed now than he used to be, joking around and going along with your jokes every now and then. But underneath all these improvements, he retains the same qualities that make him the Iwaizumi you know (and love). 
“Ha. ha. Funny.” he responds sarcastically. 
A twinge pinches at your heart, and you think, God, this banter, it hurts. This is the soft spot you know he holds for you. You’re brought back to the same nastiest look he’d given you when you wrote the most horrible puns on Aoba Johsai banners during matches. 
“I meant, how ‘bout you, you aren’t rushing to class tomorrow? Actually–” the video moves around and you catch a glimpse of him tapping his smart watch, a familiar black bracelet on his other wrist, “—shouldn’t you be asleep?” When he returns to the screen, worry lodges through his furrowed brows, a small pout forming on his face. You want so badly to be there to wipe it off. 
“It’s fine. You called, so.” you say softly, gently, leaving room for your admittance to ring louder. You know he understands because he’s done the same. 
“Well,” he copies you, “I don’t want to keep you up. Sleep’s really important, you know.” 
You hum in acknowledgment, “Okay,” disappointment poorly hidden in your tone. 
But he knows, he always does. “Call me when you’re free later, I’ll pick up. We can catch up then.” 
You smile and nod. A yawn escapes you, eyes slowly drifting shut. “Good morning, Haji.” you mumble.
He freezes.
He wouldn’t have heard it if not for his earphones (thank god he had them). It’s the first time you’ve ever called him Haji. Heat rises from the back of his neck, to the tips of his ears, down again to the expanse of his cheeks. The familiar thump sounds loudly in his ears. 
“‘Night,” he responds, whispering your name before ending the call.
It takes him a while before he continues to walk towards the gym; his heart is pounding too hard and too loudly for him to focus on where to go. All that replays in his mind is the sound of you saying Haji, softly, tenderly—the way you encase the syllables of his name in comfort that feels like it belongs to your lips.
Haji.
He wonders if you meant to call him that.
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exoticalmonde · 1 year ago
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I've seen one (1) Shenpai video of her playing Baldur's Gate 3, alongside creating a character with @notanegrill for his second play (first play didn't work out so well) and I am already in love with Astarion.
I'm an Astarion enjoyer and damn it not again with the white hair and pointy eared guys who can charm my shoes off in ten or less words. He sees us as food that should not be as attractive but he is a little babo shnookums and he is such a pathetic little thing that I can't help it. He can't say 'CAN I HAVE JUST A LITTLE TASTE' with those tired watery eyes and not expect me to cave in like a caprisun you sucked the air from.
All to the reluctant acceptance of some.
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And the support of others.
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Can't wait to dream about him.
On the flip side of the 'See mode' tab,
Speaking of dreams we got a real handsome boy this time around and they're so adorable!! I think we named him Asher and he's a Bard, which V didn't expect would matter too much until he realized that being a Wizard was easier to study that alien technology/language while trying to save that other woman. Wow names will be so hard starting from now.
I didn't save any screenshots of his final looks but maybe V will be able to provide eventually. Until then, have some of our conversations during the 2 hour long character creation.
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V: *Reconsidering his Invitation to have me watch his stream and help make a character while I force him to check every class and read their traits so he could learn*
Me: *Waxing about the traits of Elves/Drow/Half-elves being the same which leaves him with aesthetics to work with.*
V: *Checking out the male and female body types of them in silent appreciation.*
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Me: *Having hoped he'd show me the genital options because I saw way too many memes and was curious.*
V: *Doesn't even take their clothes off other than to show female dragonborn have cake*
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Me: "Fighter is... Well... The most generic role, I guess, around the Archer/Ranger class"
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V: *Sincerely* "I don't want to be a cutie patootie."
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V: "Imagine, someone made a human fighter in this game."
Me: "That's like asking for bread with salt."
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V: "Mmmm... I don't think I like the Monk class very much."
Me: "Surprising, considering you're such a monk-ey. Ahaha- Haha-" *Noticing V stopped moving the mouse around* "V, no, V, don't hang up! Pleasepleasepleaseplease... don't hang up, please!"
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V: "Are these *points at purple* the shades of a Drow?"
Me: "Generally yeah, I think?" *Surprised I see the 'general' skin shades are also going into normal human skintones*
V: "What if I- OH! NO!"
Me: *Guffawing at snow white princess drow*
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V: *Clicking through every imaginable hairstyle top to bottom* "This is the first game where changing the hairstyle actually makes the character look different."
Me: *Watching Asher go from pig tails to balding head* "Yeah, yeah, it's like it's a different person every time you click on one."
Both of us: *Silently admiring two hair styles, one of which is very ME and the other being very HIS type*
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V: "How about we make the Guardian your style now!?"
Me:
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I don't know if she's meant to have a name but she is so pretty, I think we ended up making her a Wood Elf so we played along with the forest aesthetic.
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I love her.
Also this is the Shenpai video. I forgot Im a fan of her content because it's so fun to watch and the reactions are 1 to 1 with what I would have done. Love the content, the creator, actually the bestest experience of actual gameplay.
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dashawfrostart · 1 year ago
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This Week In "Time & Again" #2: Gettin' Technical Here! 😁
Now, since all the vector prep is done, it's finally time for me to start actually drawing every single frame for Chapter 5!.. Just like that! 👇😁
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Oddly, as I started drawing the frames for Chapter 5, I feel extra hyper but also very relaxed and blissful at the same time. Maybe it's nostalgia, for as far as I remember, in winter days I liked to enjoy drawing at home, in the warmth, watching the snow outside. Seems like the work on the artworks is going exceptionally well - much better than when I worked on Chapter 4. I'm excited to go forward with my crazy undertaking; but on the side, I have a lot of non-"Time & Again" ideas, and I revisit my old writings, hoping to find extra spark for the other universes and timelines I have in mind, and all of that powers me up. I feel very active and positive. Aaaah, dis is the season, innit?.. Here, on this side of the globe, winter is halfway on. In the end of the last week it snowed in neatly and almost evenly, and the birds on our balcony look all fluffed up and fidgety, waddling from one little foot to another to keep themselves warm while trying to unbury the birdy omnomnommies from under the not-so-giant-yet heaps of snow. The snow has melted a bit by now; I watch them through the balcony window, sipping on my Earl Grey tea every morning and throughout the day, and it makes me feel at peace, and yet a little sad at the same time. For if I had knitting skills, I would've supplied all those cute little sparrows and the peanut-hungry blue jay family with some nice sets of hand-made sweaters, hats, scarves, and socks. But alas, I can only do that in the form of artworks for now. But I digress. Back to my graphic novel now.
For those who don't know how I usually work on "Time & Again" - and I presume, that's what I'll keep doing for the rest of my comic-type projects, that is, if there's ever gonna be any more - I do everything consecutively, starting from the lineart (including the backgrounds, especially if the frame requires very specific placement of the character on the background, or they interact with it in any way), then I do the flat colouring, and then I go for the shading. And by that, I mean that I do all the lineart for all the pages first, then, once that is done, I switch to colouring of all the pages, and then, once that is done as well, I finally get to do the shading on all the pages. Told you, there's definitely a certain system in the way I work on my stories. This is also a reason why I never ever post updates page by page: because there's simply nothing to post, since they're all incomplete. Deal with it 😎 It seems that this manner of work suits me best. I'm not certain why, but I've never been keen on sharing the works that are half-done or something - although lately I'm going through a certain metamorphosis in this respect. Moreover, it is important to me to keep the same steady, precise, and classy art style throughout the chapter. Consistency is what I highly value in my creations. People, who also draw, have probably noticed that, at times, their art style might wiggle and be, let's say, all over the place - and sometimes this just happens on its own. I can't really explain this. This must be some sort of hidden mysterious consciousness of our pen/pencil that simply does things on its own 🤪. Sometimes our mood contributes to how the art style changes in tiny little details - at times to better, at times to worse comparing to what we strive to achieve. Through executing everything consecutively and finishing up the "chunks" of different types of work one after another, my goal is to avoid unnecessary and unwanted art style inconsistencies that might occur otherwise.
But enough of this lengthy preamble! Let's finally get technical, just as the post title announced it! I see you're getting bored... (no, wait, what do you mean it's just my neighbours snoring?.. I don't know what you're talking about)
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This time, since I decided on making a regular page-by-page PDF version of the chapter as well as its scrollable webcomic doppelgänger, I needed to figure out how exactly to simplify my work in order to avoid accidental complications (here, almost a quote from a character's line from the current chapter, lol!). Of course there's no way I want to do the same amount of work twice just because I didn't anticipate the outcome correctly. Not to brag about it, but I must admit, as far as I remember myself - I've always been good at this. There's always a place for being extra technical when it comes down to the artworks. It's not as simple as it might seem to you. Deciding on the technical aspects of creating artworks is kind of a puzzle, in a sense. It's almost mathematical 😁
So, as you can see on the screenshot just a little above, that's a layout of a comic page (in the regular format for now). To make everything work out in a simple way in the end, I decided to create layer groups for every each separate frame (red markings) that will include everything I need for the frame: the lineart, the colouring, and the background. That will help me to just copy-paste a certain frame on the new canvas optimized for the webcomic format - and that is all! All done in a few clicks. Automation 100% 😁 (having Minecraft flashbacks now for some reason...)
All the text-related material (speech bubbles, the text lines themselves, and all the possible written sound effects such as "Swoosh!", etc.; the green markings on the screenshot) is currently included into one group above everything else. I've been importing these layers straight from Inkscape in PNG. But I started to think now that I need to separate those elements in the end, too, for further convenience and simplicity of arrangement on the webcomic format canvas. But that will be work for another day in the future.
In terms of memory usage, I'm not certain yet how it will go for me, for sometimes Krita would randomly crash on me without anything in the error log, and every additional layer adds to the memory usage even if it's near empty - finally, considering fairly large size of the artworks pixelwise, it all adds up pretty quickly. But I'm not exactly running Krita on a potato either (mmm, potaties 🥔🤤), so I think I should be fine.
Previously, perhaps counterintuitively - but again, it worked just fine for me back in the day - I used to create a giant layer with all the lineart for the current page, and then the flat colours for the entire page were stored on a separate "flats" layer, and all the shading for the entirety of the page was stored on its own separate "shading" layer, too. The same went for the backgrounds: depending on the pictures overlapping or not, I would've drawn all the backgrounds on a single layer called "BGs".
This approach would've not worked this time though.
In the lineart work, I'm currently finishing up page 9 already. ALREADY! 🥳🥳🥳 Which indeed sounds pretty awesome, because it just goes ahead steadily. That is, however, keeping in mind that there are frames that I just left out and skipped for now, for they require extra consideration. You see... Chapter 5 is going to have a peculiar scene - something that I've never ever tried drawing before just yet, and it's gonna be pretty long. It's fairly stretched out across a few pages and it's almost represented in a slower-than-real-life pace (surprise, surprise, isn't it what I usually do anyway tho?..). As I work on it, I wonder if it's going to be too boring for the readers. But I think the time will tell, for, once everything is done properly and in colour, it's gonna be much more of an eye-candy than it is now. I sometimes have difficulties approximating the end result in my head. But often it just turns out a little nicer than expected, which is a bonus. Because screw perfectionism; that's in the past for me 🤣 (true story! did NOT enjoy it! got out with minimal losses!)
... Since this post seems to be stretching out in time and space as well, just as the certain scenes I'm working on, I think it might be time to wrap it up for today.
Happy Halloween everybody! And I foresee significantly more sketches and screenshots in the upcoming posts! Take care! See ya sometime next week! 👋
P.S. And, of course, for a nice holiday treat, I made a Halloween artwork, again. And this time it's not that simple (and for a spoiler: this year it's not gonna have Cacodemons as pumpkins, nope): it also serves as the first teaser for Chapter 5 and the second half of "Time & Again"! So don't miss out on it 😉 You won't though, because it will soon appear in my blog!
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periapsystems · 2 years ago
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Dream Diary: Desert Timeloop
I had a dream last week that made a big impact on me and I finally got around to writing it down before I forgot it.
The dream started off with me in a dry and hot world. It was maybe an alternate version of our Earth perhaps a short time into the future. Or it was possibly just a planet very similar, such things are hard to tell in a dream. I was searching for a girl that was important to me although I did not know if she was a sister, friend or someone else. To my relief I was able to venture into shade, the underside of a building. Among the concrete support columns I explored and found an entrance into some kind of underground tunnel. It was both a sewer/drainage system and also maintenance or access tunnels. At the end of them I did find the girl I was looking for and we also discovered records of scientists trying to find a way to restore the world's environment.
After this there was a new day and there was some kind of contest one could join for points. But I didn't want to join this contest and instead went looking for people to help with the data I had found. Along the way I managed to find a young man who in the style of something like Neon Genesis Evangelion, or The World Ends With You was some sort of divine or angelic being. He found my desire to try and change the world to be appealing and decided to help me break out of the loop the world was in. It turned out that at the end of each day he reset the world, so it was stuck in a time loop. While I could remember the previous day now and didn't get reset, everyone else would.
But to help overcome this I could now create an email newsletter, by signing people up I could send them messages letting them know they were in a loop and coordinating with them. Through this I found out that the world wasn't actually in a time loop; hobby astronomers had noticed that stars weren't in the positions they should be for the date they thought it was and had calculated that it was actually a few months ahead of the supposed date. The divine figure was changing the position of everything in the world and recreating any consumed food or items.
One day I woke up and someone attacked me and stole half of me "points". He knew what I was trying to do and was opposed for some reason. The divine person told me that he liked his actions and that he had let him perceive the loop as he had done with me. As a result when I had tried to sign him up to my newsletters he realised I was his opponent in the nebulous and undefined conflict that was occuring. The arena challenge that was happening tied into this somehow, that man was trying to win enough points which would in some way conflict with what I was trying to do.
The world of the dream was a lot like the city I live in during summer, which makes sense given I had this dream in the middle of summer. I could feel the dry heat most places I went, except when during the dream I was invited to lunch by a friend and we entered a mall which had running water and fountains. There was definitely a sense of exclusive luxury to this as the world was very dry and arid.
I think that I could probably adapt this into a story of some kind by working out the more incoherent dream elements and rewriting it a little. I don't think I will, but I wanted to write down the dream anyway so that I remembered it. Even five to six days later certain elements and scenes of the dream feel very vivid to me.
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angry-geese · 3 years ago
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Homesick Remedy
Gojo Satoru x Reader
Warnings: nsfw. Smut and fluff. Tender sex, hickeys/marking, oral (fem recieving), unprotected sex, creampie, breeding mention, praise kink (sort of/interpretable). afab reader.
Notes: Gojo returns home from a job and spends some quality time with the reader. domestic fluff turned smut
You're not quite sure when you hear the door open.
Gojo usually comes home late. It's the nature of his job. Being one of the world's best Jujutsu sorcerers doesn't exactly follow a 9-5 schedule. Curses don't care if you're sleeping. Most nights you would stay up to greet him. Your schedule was nearly as hectic as his, you dealt with this often. If he found you dozing off on the couch he'd press a kiss to your forehead and carry you to bed.
You had gone on a job the day prior. It was nothing of note; something you could easily handle on your own. A curse was proving to be difficult for lower level sorcerers so they sent you in. Mistakenly you let your guard down—only for a moment—and it cost you. The curse landed a blow on you. Nothing fatal. While your injuries weren't the most visible, they sure don't feel that way. You found yourself unwilling to tell Gojo, though. You could take care of yourself, but he always fussed over you. If he noticed something was off this morning, he made no mention of it.
Gojo's hand briefly touches your head, messing up your hair.
"You're home early." You say, reaching your arms out for him, making grabbing motions with your hands.
He leans down to give you a quick kiss before hauling you into his arms. Instinctively you bury your face in his chest, inhaling the woody scent of his cologne. As much as it smells nice, he puts far too much on. The scent tends to linger long after he's left the room. Something metallic hangs onto it. Blood. Although he doesn't appear injured.
Dramatically he flops back onto the couch. You shift so you're sitting in his lap, facing him. Dark circles line the skin under his eyes. It makes you wonder when he's last slept. His hair is a mess. Idly you brush it out of his eyes, tucking it behind his ear.
"Missed me?" This dumb looking grin spreads across his face.
"You? Never."
He visibly deflates. Of course you missed him, but his ego could survive a hit or two. There are very few things you enjoyed more than bullying your boyfriend. All in good fun. He's rarely bothered by it. Unfortunately you love him.
You often wonder how you got so lucky.
When the two of you first met, you couldn't stand each other. It was so long ago that it's hard to believe now. There was an obvious rivalry in school. He was always the best at what he did. Though he was a few years older, and moments you ran into him were rare, so it was often shrugged off. If you found something you thought you'd be good at, he was always better. Growing up, he was annoying like that. For someone like you, it made you furious. You had a petty, competitive streak. You had to be good at everything you did. You had to be one of the best sorcerers. You had to be the best in your class.
And you were, but he was always better.
You're a very talented sorcerer yourself, but it's hard not to feel inadequate standing next to him. Most people could say the same thing. Half of the Jujutsu world either wanted him, or wanted to be him. He always fit in so well.
It wasn't until well into adulthood that your paths crossed for long enough to talk. The two of you were more similar than you ever thought. You gave him a chance. Reluctantly so, but you did. Your work only made the two of you grow closer.
He shifts so you're in a more comfortable position in his arms, head resting against his chest. The sudden movement makes you wince. His demeanor completely changes. Gojo handles you like you're fragile; like you'll shatter in his grasp.
It pisses you off just a little bit.
"Is everything alright?" He asks.
He scans you over for injuries. The feeling of his eyes on your body makes you want to shrink back and hide.
"I may have had my ass handed to me on that last job." You let out a nervous sounding laugh, burying your face in his jacket. You're not quite sure why you're embarrassed. It was a mistake, nothing more. But he never makes them.
You're not sure if that makes it worse or better. So you don't question it.
You lean back in to deepen the kiss. It's the first distraction you can think of. It seems to work. The strong muscle of his tongue pushes past your lips, exploring your mouth. He tastes sweet. The scent of his cologne is heady, and makes your head swim.
"Do you want to?" He asks.
He's almost certain of the answer, but it never hurts to check.
You nod—maybe a bit too quick—but you nod. Despite the way your body aches, you want him.
"We're doing this in bed then." He says.
Gojo doesn't give you any time to respond before he's hauling you up into his arms bridal style, heading straight for your shared bedroom. The way he tosses your body onto the bed is a bit rough. It sends a sharp pain up through your ribs. The bed dips under his weight as he kneels in front of you. As you try to sit up, he pins you. His hands hold your wrists to the headboard, his knees straddling you.
Gojo coaxes your shirt over your head, humming in amusement when he realizes you don't have a bra on underneath. He palms at your breasts, tweaking your nipples between his fingers, working them into stiff peaks. He leans forward to take one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. It feels nice, but you can't help the throbbing ache it sends right to your cunt. Your hands tangle in his hair, gently guiding him where you want him most. It hardly takes him any time to turn you into a moaning, babbling mess.
You'll have a collar of hickeys in the morning.
Part of you hates how quickly he can turn you to putty in his hands. He knows all the ways that make you melt.
You palm at the growing tent in his pants. He's half hard, his cock leaking against his thigh. He's been gone so long, maybe you've missed him more than you thought. He's certainly missed you. He always finds himself wanting to come home to you at the end of the day.
You lift your hips enough so he can slide your shorts—along with your panties—completely off. Then Gojo's shirt. They're tossed in a heap to your side, landing by your discarded clothes. You're always surprised at how muscular he is without his jacket. It hides a lot more than you thought, you suppose. His eyes scan over you, and the instinct there is to hide. He notices you shying away and stops for a moment.
"Do you still want to?"
Again, you nod. You'd have stopped him if you really didn't.
He pulls you in for a kiss—just a quick peck this time—then plants one on the tip of your nose. Your cheeks turn bright red at that. His head dips down to press a kiss to your sternum; the valley between your breasts. He trails kisses down your bare stomach. Somewhere during that time his hands find your breasts, kneading the plush flesh. He's always admired the curves of your body. His was nice, but it was all angles and hard muscle.
His cock is around average in size—maybe a bit bigger—about six or so inches. It's pretty, like a pornstar's, and he always keeps it well groomed. He's not very intimidating. The head is a ruddy color, with a prominent vein running right to it. Although he's clean shaven, the hairs at the base of his cock are the same white as his head. That question bothered you for years before you finally got an answer. It doesn't take a whole lot of prep to take him, but he always likes working his partners up. Anything you could deal, he'd dish back out double. Never anything you can't handle, but Gojo can be a bit of an ass.
He presses a kiss to your thigh, sucking a dark mark where you won't be able to see. The action sends an ache of need right to your core. Heat pools low in your stomach, slowly building in intensity. Gojo's arms hook around your thighs, pulling you towards him. Your legs rest just over his shoulders. The aching need in your cunt makes it hard to think straight. All you want is for him to touch you. He licks a long stripe up your slit. His own eyes are clouded with need, his cheeks flushed, lips bitten pink. His strong hands knead the soft flesh of your thighs, his breath hot against your skin. He licks a stripe from your bellybutton to your mound. You jump as he presses kitten licks to your clit, working the bundle of nerves in achingly slow motions. You taste sweet, he notes.
Your hands bury in his hair, guiding him to where you need him most. This time he relents, leaning in to lap at your clit in soft, steady motions. One of his fingers presses against your entrance. They're long, but thin, and dexterous. After a moment, he adds a second, pressing up against your g-spot. It's another moment before he starts pumping them. The sounds of your slick sex and moans fill the room. He sucks onto the sensitive bundle of nerves so desperately that it feels like it'll pop off. He swirls his tongue around it in a way that makes your toes curl and your fingers bury in the sheets. You get louder the closer you get to your own orgasm. He takes note of this. It's only a moment later when he pulls away. The lower half of his face glistens in the dim light. He makes a show of licking his fingers, groaning at the taste. Gojo leans back in for a kiss. Not much more than a quick peck. You can taste yourself on him. He finds your shocked and disappointed look endearing.
"Please,"
A smug look spreads across his face. "Please what?"
"Fuck me,"
He cages you in his arms, pinning your wrists against the bed. You might be able to wriggle out of his grasp if you really tried; not that you want to. He can't help but admire the mess between your thighs.
You take his cock into your hands, giving him a few quick pumps. He's painfully hard. Precum beads at the head, which has turned an angry shade of red. Gojo wastes no time in lining himself up. His slick cock head traces around your entrance before pushing in. He takes his time, slowly bottoming out in you. The stretch stings slightly, but isn't necessarily painful. With all the prep, he slides right in. He groans as you take him right to the hilt.
As he starts to thrust, your scramble for purchase against his chest. Your arms wrap around his neck, your fingers lacing together behind his head. His hair tickles your neck. He coos words of praise into your ear, telling you how good you take him, how good you feel around him. You clench around him, pulling him back in. Gojo sucks dark marks into your neck, only adding to the collar of hickeys. He takes pride in seeing you all marked up. Some possessive part of him loves seeing the marks he leaves behind.
Gojo's hips roll against yours in lazy thrusts. To him, there's no prettier sight than seeing your form writhe under him. His hands grab your legs propping them up on his shoulders. The new angle allows him to hit deeper than before. He picks up in pace, snapping his hips against yours in short, quick motions.
His free hand traces circles around your clit. The heat in your stomach soon grows scorching in nature. You're close. He notices the way your breathing grows shaky, how your moans get louder and more desperate sounding.
When you cum, you cum hard. Your legs clamp around his hips, pulling him back in. The way your pussy spasms around him is enough to send him over the edge. It almost catches him off guard—he didn't expect to cum so soon—he bites into his tongue hard to stop the moan that escapes him. His cum paints your walls white, filling you up more than ever before. As he pulls out, he does so slowly to not spill any of his cum.
He pulls you so your back is flush to his chest. Your skin is sticky with sweat, and maybe a bit of saliva. The sound of his steady breathing threatens to lull you to sleep. He smooths a hand over your hair, brushing it out of your eyes. Gojo looks at you with such adoration that it makes affection swell in your chest. Moments like these are rare; falling asleep next to him. Life rarely seems to allow it. It's always nice when you can take a break together.
"I missed you." You finally say.
"I know." He plants a kiss on your forehead. "I missed you too."
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pyreo · 4 years ago
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Loreposting about Abaddon
Abaddon doesn’t get a lot of attention. As a deposed god he doesn’t seem relevant to the Guild Wars timeline after Nightfall. But I keep thinking about him because Abaddon is probably the most influential character Tyria ever had.
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Let’s just go over where he appears in-game if you start off in GW2. Everyone knows the six human gods. They’re in statues, temples, personal shrines everywhere. The base game story makes you detour through a sunken temple dedicated to Abaddon, while the Orrian temples to the other five gods are still intact on the surface. This is not by chance. It’s also nudging you to notice that there are no Orrian temples to Kormir, because she replaced Abaddon only two centuries ago. This is reflected again later on in Siren’s Landing on the other side of Orr, where the Five, and Abaddon, each have a personal reliquary, and Abaddon’s is central, connected to all the others, and still intact.
Building on that refresher on human divinity, in Path of Fire you visit the actual place Abaddon was defeated by the other Five gods and pushed into a side dimension to keep him out of the world.
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And when you visit the archives of the Durmand Priory, they have an imposing Abaddon statue towering over the stairs. Other than being reflected in three major environments, he doesn’t have a role in the plot. BUT.
As Kormir explains to you, the weakness of the human gods is that their excess of power keeps fucking up the world. The Desolation, a map that covers only a part of the sulfur desert, is completely uninhabitable because Abaddon was destroyed there. This happened because Abaddon, who was actually the most powerful of the Six and the leader of the group, wanted humans to share in the gift of magic. He was the god of knowledge, after all. This proved disastrous and the other gods reduced and compartmentalised the magic, and Abaddon went on a whole attempt to overthrow them and become one, single god of all.
The destruction of Abaddon’s temples and relics was intentional. He was wiped from memory. The pantheon was called The Five until Nightfall, wherein the existence of Abaddon was revealed as he tried to drag himself back into the mortal plane. As a god his spheres of power were water and knowledge. Erasing knowledge of him was what made him powerless. (Interestingly, the Priory’s special collections contains the Scroll of the Five True Gods, an ancient record of what the human gods knew about the Elder Dragons, but one dragon is missing - the water dragon, who like Abaddon, has a damaged and erased history. The six Elder Dragons and six human gods have many respective connections.)
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When he lived, Abaddon’s followers were the Margonites, who believed him the only real god and worshipped him exclusively, unlike other humans who revere all the Six together. They were rewarded with transformation into etheral beings with an extremely long lifespan, and were imprisoned in Abaddon’s Realm, the Realm of Torment, when he was forced out of Tyria. As the god of knowledge he had a realm to himself, and when fallen, his sphere inversed. Knowledge became madness, the theme his realm embodies. Temples were sunk, records destroyed, because to remove all knowledge of the god of knowledge made him powerless.
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I can’t remember where, but it’s implied that by Nightfall comes around a thousand years after his banishment, Abaddon is finally able to claw his way back into Tyria because people are starting to remember him. There’s one side quest that sticks out in my memory called The Search for Enlightenment about a scholar stealing scriptures from an Elonian library which leads to a massive raid by Margonites. The scholar was ‘babbling’ about a forgotten god. Proximity to knowledge about Abaddon seems to bestow insanity, the connection between Abaddon in his inverted realm and his hold over anyone who knows he exists. Though the Five Gods tried, they didn’t erase everything (hell, Trahearne and Sayeh al' Rajihd give you a guided tour of an Abaddon temple). Over a thousand years, relics popped up and people began to remember The Five was once The Six. As they did his influence returned until he was able to attempt to merge the Realm of Torment with Tyria and become a single, all powerful god in the absence of the others.
But wait how does that make a forgotten god the most influential character in both games?
Well.
Guild Wars lore is nothing if not completely linked together. Every single thing has cause and effect, every event is a domino. The story is consistent from Prophecies to this day. So let’s start with the first GW1 chapter, Prophecies.
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It all starts at the Citadel of Flame.
It was built into the volcano Hrangmer. The charr had been displaced, pushed out of Ascalon by the successful expansion of humankind. 450 years before GW2 the Flame Legion found this volcano and, inside, Titans. You know how Mordremoth’s minions are Mordrem, Zhaitan’s minions are Risen, etc? Titans are Abaddon minions, left behind and hidden after his defeat. They change their appearance to suit their environment. In a jungle they’re vegetative, in mountains they’re made of ice, in the Realm of Torment they’re twisted constructs of flesh, in a volcano, they’re fire. The Flame Legion brings the Titans back to the charr, charr worship them, and in exchange, get immense fire powers. Flame Legion completely takes over charr society and makes it a theistic, misogynist nightmare with the Shamans at the top.
Abaddon has just restructured charr society.
Using their overpowered fire magic indirectly from a human god, charr, ironically, rally against the humans and nuke Ascalon to pieces. The few survivors escape to Kryta. Charr are now pretty much unstoppable and invade all the way to Orr. Vizier Khilbron used a powerful stolen scroll to repel the charr with magic, and it completely destroys Orr, collapsing the island into the ocean.
Abaddon has just wiped out two nations of the humans who used to worship him, with Orr as the final goal - to tear down the resplendent city of the Gods who betrayed him. This is referenced, if you know what you’re looking for, in GW2. You can scale the Vizier’s Tower, where he read the scroll that sank all of Orr, and on the wall...
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A mural to the lost god, a testament to power that, a thousand years later, one who was expunged from history had a faithful likeness depicted.
Ascalon’s a burning hole and Orr is underwater. Now what? Those Ascalonian survivors in Kryta find the place is controlled by White Mantle. The White Mantle are committing mass murder via bloodstone sacrifice (bloodstones being the power curb the gods introduced after imbuing humans with magic) in order to halt the prophecy of a Chosen One opening the Door of Komalie. Vizier Khilbron turns up, shaking out some mysteriously wet boots don’t worry about that, and leads you against these genocidal cultists. Which, whoops, does lead to the Door of Komalie being opened - and it’s a doorway into Abbadon’s Realm of Torment, out of which Titans power through. This was the apocalypse planned for Kryta. Unlike the first two, this one is thwarted by the player. Kryta lives on. Vizier Khilbron is the final boss and turns out to have been a lich.
That’s 3 of the 5 human nations. What about Cantha and Elona?
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GW: Factions is the Canthan chapter in which Shiro Tagachi, the emperor’s bodyguard, continually visits a fortune teller until she inflicts such paranoia on his mindset that he believes he needs to kill the emperor in self-defense. His defeat causes the Jade Wind that creates the Jade Sea. As a spirit, Shiro then engulfs Cantha in a plague that warps people into tumorous mutants. The fortune teller turns out to be an Abaddon minion whose task was the eventual destruction of Cantha. This one also is foiled by the player.
GW: Nightfall is the culmination chapter. Abaddon is now powerful enough, well known enough, to breach Tyria and try to come back. His agent is Varesh Ossa, who slowly transforms into a Margonite over the course of the game. The player confronts the breach between planes and finally enters the Realm of Torment, meeting the shades of Abaddon’s servants that came before, the lich form of Vizier Khilbron, and the spirit of Shiro Tagachi, before facing Abaddon himself.
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And that’s the end of it. In Guild Wars magic cannot be created or destroyed, only transferred, so another god ascends in Abaddon’s place. They are once again The Six.
It’s Abaddon that ruined half the Elonian desert, Abaddon whose sinking of Orr gave Zhaitan the perfect mass grave to necromance, Abaddon who froze the Cantha sea into solid jade, and Abaddon whose final death and eruption of magic started waking Primordus, leading to the norn, dwarf and asuran alliance to stop it in 1078 AE-- introducing the norn and asura to the rest of Tyria, and making the dwarves extinct, cutting their entire race’s existence short. If it wasn’t for Abaddon, the charr wouldn’t have been taken over by their magic-toting shaman caste, only to come to their senses and rebel and ostracize the Flame Legion afterward. Hell, the current Flame Legion Imperators STILL style their horns in an homage to Abaddon, and probably don’t even remember why! To a human god, gone for over a thousand years, who used their race as pawns in a revenge attempt at wiping out every nation the humans had built!
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And even after being thoroughly and completely destroyed, his magic STILL haunts Tyria enough for his statues to punish you for not showing the proper respect.
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raibebe · 4 years ago
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Sugar and Spice
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Genre: smut Words: 2.175  Prompt: sugar baby Jeno x older female reader Warnings: semi-public sex, unprotected sex, dominant reader, slightly subby Jeno
A/N: No, I am still not over Lee Jeno, thank you for checking in. This is dedicated to all the anons who said they liked the last Jeno thing...
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The last thing you had thought that would happen at your boring company dinner with too many middle aged men making terrible sexist jokes was your boyfriend walking into the same restaurant with his friends. Jeno’s hair was neatly parted and styled away from his forehead and with a smile on your lips you noticed that he was wearing the dark button up you had gifted him the other week. It looked good on him, hugging his arms and shoulders in all the right places. He didn’t seem like he had noticed you, laughing with his friends as they sat down on a table not far from yours, Jeno’s back to you.
An idea began to form in your head on how this evening could take a nice turn and you excused yourself from your coworkers, claiming that a client had called you which only made the drunk men cheer excitedly. Rolling your eyes, you quickly located the bathrooms of the restaurant to slip inside. The stalls weren’t particularly spacious but they had to do. Pulling out your phone, you quickly called Jeno’s number, waiting for him to pick up. “Yes?” He answered and you couldn’t help but smile. “You look good tonight,” you chose to say in lieu of a greeting, “The shirt fits you well.” “Noona?” You hummed lowly as an answer, checking your appearance in the big mirror. “How do you know?” He sounded so confused, god he was cute. You could vividly imagine him looking around the restaurant with big eyes. “Woman’s bathroom around the corner of your table, last stall,” you cryptically said before ending the call and slipping into said stall. The thought alone of Jeno struggling to come up with an excuse for his friends made excitement bubble up inside you.
It hadn’t even been more than a couple of minutes when you heard to door to the bathroom open, hurried steps echoing against the tiles before someone knocked on the door to your stall that you quickly opened, letting a surprised Jeno slip inside, his cheeks tinted an adorable shade of red. “Hey my puppy,” you fondly said, circling your arms around his neck to pull him close to you, his hands quickly finding your waist. “If someone saw me, I will die of embarrassment,” he whined, making you giggle. “I just couldn’t resist seeing you all dolled up like this.” “What are you doing here?” He asked curiously, shivering when you pressed kisses along his sharp jaw. “Hopefully you,” you breathed into his skin. Jeno’s grip around your waist tightened. “We’re in a restaurant, we can’t.” “No one will notice if you can stay quiet.” “My friends will miss me in a bit,” he argued but titled his neck back so you had more pale skin to run your teeth along.   “We’ll be quick,” you promised, letting your hands run down the hard planes of his chest and abdomen. “I- I can meet you at your apartment after our dinner,” Jeno stuttered, his breath catching in his throat when your fingers had ghosted over his sensitive pecs. “But why wait when you can have me now?” You whispered, gently palming him over the fabric of his slacks, causing him to softly moan. “No teasing, I’ll let you fuck me,” you promised. “Ri- Right here?” “Right here puppy,” you chuckled and quickly unbuckled his belt. “Someone could walk in.” “Doesn’t that make it even more exciting?”
The whimper that left Jeno’s lips was enough of an answer for you and you quickly pressed your lips together in a filthy kiss to swallow his moans as you worked his pants open to pull out his already half hard cock. “You’re into this,” you chuckled against his swollen lips while working him to full hardness. “You promised you wouldn’t tease,” Jeno whined, biting down on his plush lower lip to stop himself from moaning. “You’re just too cute, I can’t help myself.”
“I’m not cute,” he pouted. “Sure, puppy,” you grinned, giving his by now fully hard cock a firm squeeze that had him hiss. “How,” he gulped when his voice broke, “How are we gonna do this?” “You got any condoms with you?” “Why would I bring condoms to a dinner with my friends?” Jeno asked, his eyes wide. “Always be prepared, puppy,” you just winked before pressing a last kiss to his lips. “Just don’t cum inside me, I can’t have your cum leaking out of me for the rest of this dinner,” you breathed against his lips, the image making Jeno groan deep in his chest. “What if I can’t control myself?” He asked lowly while his hands were already raking up your skirt. “I know you can. You are my good puppy after all,” you growled, grabbing a fistful of the hair at his nape to force his head back, letting your teeth scrape over his bobbing Adam’s apple. “Turn... Turn around,” Jeno said, his voice shaking.
“Come on, puppy,” you sighed, doing as he had suggested and leaned against the opposite wall, the stone cold against your arms as you arched your back for him. Considerate as always, he quickly rubbed your clit through the flimsy fabric of your lacy underwear before he unceremoniously hooked it to the side to expose your glistening core to him.
“I’m not the only one who’s into this,” he muttered. “I wouldn’t have called you here if I wasn’t,” you chuckled but were cut off when he chose that moment to nudge your entrance with the head of his cock, turning your chuckle into a content purr as he slid home on one smooth thrust, filling you up just right. “Fuck me, puppy,” you whispered and swayed your hips, slowly grinding back against Jeno who cursed lowly before his hands found their home on your hips to grip them tightly. He slowly pulled his hips back to harshly snap them forward again, the sound of your skin slapping together resonating loud in the empty bathroom. Humming contently you let him fuck you with hard but deep strokes, biting your lower lip to keep your voice down.
Jeno himself was panting lowly into your ear, the speed of his thrusts getting faster and faster and his grip on your hips turning bruising. You could tell he was getting close to his orgasm with how close he was pressing his body against yours, wrapping his arms around your middle to press your bodies flush together, changing the angle of his thrusts that had turned almost erratic which made you see stars. You let your head fall back against his shoulder to see his blissed out expression: His eyes blown wide and pink lips parted. “Feels so good,” he mewled, hooking one of your legs over his arm so he could get more leverage. Moans were starting to spill past his lips and he screwed his eyes shut with effort to be quiet.
Just when you were about to reach down to rub your clit so you could join Jeno, you heard the door of the bathroom open, heels of whoever entered clicking on the stone floor. You quickly grabbed Jeno’s biceps, burying your fingernails into the hard flesh to get his attention. “Quiet now, puppy,” you hissed and he immediately froze, his eyes wide in panic. A mischievous grin spread on your lips when you watched his expression change into one of a mixture of anger and concentration when you started to grind back against him. “No one told you to stop though,” you whispered and clenched down around his cock. “She’ll hear us,” he hissed but didn’t stop you from using what little leverage you had to fuck yourself on his cock, the squelching of your sex sounding way too loud in his ears. “Not when you’re quiet. We’re on a time limit here,” you breathed. “Let me kiss you.”
Twisting your neck in an almost painful angle, you let Jeno press your lips together in a messy tangle of tongues before he started thrusting his hips again in fast and short snaps that had your eyes rolling back in your head. Clinging to each other, you muffled your moans and mewls of pleasure against his lips. “I’m close,” you mumbled when you felt the knot in your stomach tighten, quickly swallowing the mewl Jeno let out with another kiss. The sound of the woman’s heel against the tiled floor let Jeno freeze again for a moment and you couldn’t help the little chuckle that left your lips at his startled expression that only relaxed when the door fell back into its lock. “Forgot that she was still here?” You giggled.
“Shut up,” he whined and resumed with his punishing pace, punching all air from your lungs with the force of his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping on skin now resonating loud in the room. “So close,” you mewled, screwing your eyes shut as you felt your orgasm creep up on you again, “Don’t stop, Jeno.” “I’m gonna cum,” he whined, his thrusts loosing any sort of rhythm. “Just a little more,” you moaned, losing yourself in the pleasure that he brought you until it spilled over and your vision went white as your orgasm crashed over you, making you twitch and shiver in Jeno’s strong hold.
When you came back to, pleasure still lowly thrumming beneath your skin, you heard Jeno whimper behind you, his face buried in your neck. “Oh puppy,” you sighed, reaching behind to stroke his slightly damp hair. “-m sorry,” he mumbled, letting his softening cock slip from your core. You instinctively clenched around nothing when you felt his cum seep from your entrance. “Hmmm, baby,” you cooed, turning around to tenderly cup his face before pressing a kiss to his lips. “It’s okay. I know you’re going to make it up to me next time. Right?” “Yes,” Jeno hiccupped, catching your lips in a passionate kiss.
“Let’s get you to look presentable again,” you giggled, running your hands through Jeno’s hair to tame the strands while he quickly tucked his cock away and buttoned his pants back up. “I’m sorry,” he spoke lowly, capturing your lips in a kiss so tender it made your stomach flip. You playfully bit his lower lip before the feeling was becoming too overwhelming. “Friday evening at my place?” You rasped. “I’ll be there,” he promised, kissing you a last time before quickly slipping from the stall and out of the bathroom.
You giggled and shook your head before leaning against the cold wall of the stall. This kid... Jeno was really growing on you but you were sure no one was able to resist his cute smile and bubbly persona once you broke through his shell. Sighing, you quickly cleaned up most of the mess you two had made and put your clothes back in order, only slightly cringing at the thought of ruining your lace panties with his cum. After quickly checking your appearance in the mirror and deeming it presentable enough for your already drunk coworkers, you took a deep breath and exited the bathroom.
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Instead of going straight back to the table your colleges still sat at, you went over to the little bar area to wave over one of the waiters. “Would you be so kind and bring the boys over there a bottle of that nice red wine of yours?” You asked kindly, motioning to the bottle that was on display. “And charge it to my card please.” “Of course ma’am,” the server smiled politely. “Thank you,” you smiled back and went back over to your own table, watching intently where Jeno’s friends were obviously mocking him for whatever excuse me had come up with.
Their banter was only interrupted when the waiter you had talked to before went over to their table with the bottle of wine, explaining that a lady had asked him to bring it over. The boys hollered loudly and clapped Jeno on his back as the waiter filled their glasses while you could see Jeno’s whole neck turning a bright red shade. He hadn’t turned around to look at you as to not rise any suspicions. You weren’t sure how much his friends knew about the little arrangement between you but when his blue haired friend looked around the restaurant and caught your eyes, you couldn’t help but lift your own glass of red wine to toast before taking a sip. The boy’s eyebrows shot up and disappeared behind his bangs for a second before his expression turned smug and he toasted back with his own wine glass.
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From: Jen-baby I want that new Balenciaga hoodie I showed you the other day to compensate for the amount of embarrassment you put me through tonight They wouldn’t stop mocking me all night
To: Jen-baby Everything for my baby. It should arrive on your doorstep by tomorrow.
From: Jen-baby No I was joking! Take it back
To: Jen-baby Too late, let me spoil you a little, my puppy.
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