#Simple and Clean (Ray of Hope MIX)

[honeyxbunny99]

Sandor Clegane~ The Bitch and The Hound pt. 14

You were grateful to have been on watch duty that night, as you probably wouldn’t have caught a wink of sleep regardless. At least this way, you felt useful. Too many thoughts about the future clouded your mind, and blended with feelings from the past. At the first rays of sunlight, you rose and began gathering the ingredients for a sweet porridge you were familiar with. As you mixed and measured, you considered the simple joys of preparing food that you’d actually missed since leaving home. The meals Anna brought you were always delicious and filling, but it left you with a feeling of emptiness; all your days felt like waiting around for your next meal or waiting around for Sandor.

Your father would remind you frequently that when you were a true lady, you’d never have to cook again, never have to clean again— you’d have proper servants for that. And you’d smile and nod, knowing that was all he needed, but the idea of that life sounded utterly dull. Prettying yourself, filling yourself up with food, your husband coming to you whenever he was drunk and hard to produce another heir, excelling at needlepoint, and if you were feeling particularly crazy, perhaps one day you’d have an affair with a dim-witted servant. That was the life you were promised, the life you’d tried so hard to dream of.

You had been close to it, once, with Sandor Clegane. And you were happy, weren’t you? Or did nostalgia simply paint pretty colors over unsavory memories? No. I was happy. I was in love. Now it’s ended and I can move on, I can dream whatever dream I like. I don’t have to be anyone’s wife to matter anymore.

Then why did my heart leap when he called me wife? Or mother? Why do I, for the first time ever, fantasize about raising children. If it was duty before, can it ever truly be a choice?

As you stirred the breakfast together in the as pot, your other hand rubbed your flat stomach with longing. That would have been a big baby, you hummed a laugh when you reflected on just how big The Hound was. That would have been a lovely baby…

“Morning.” Sandor surprised you, and you quickly slid your hand to your hip.

“Good morning, Sandor.” You smiled at him. “Would you like some? I imagine the others will be up soon.”

And just like that little Robert stirred and dropped the rolling pin at last. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. Sandor handed you two bowls and waited beside you.

“Something smells good..” Robert said, still barely awake to the world. You handed Sandor the bowls once they were filled and he walked one over to Rob, who snarked, “Even over your stench.”

Sandor simply put one of his large hands on top of the boy’s head and shoved so that his hair fell down to his eyes. “Stop your whinging or I’ll give you something to cry about.” And he walked over to the table and sat. You smirked at the interaction, and Rob stuck his finger in the porridge to taste it. His eyes grew wide and darted to you.

“Do you not like it?” You worried. “No, I… It’s good.” He admit. “It’s very good.” He mumbled, dragging his chair over to the dining table to sit across from Sandor. He grabbed a spoon and dug in so quickly it even shocked the big man. “Alright, slow down, boy. Y’act like you’re the one starving.” He mocked, taking a spoon for himself and delving in. You raised a hopeful brow, expecting compliments. Instead, only arguing ensued.

“Stop telling me what to do, you’re not my father.”

“Aye, and thank the Gods for that. If I was, you’d be slapped silly for the way you’ve been giving me that stink eye.” “What the fuck is that?” Your jaw dropped a little upon hearing the boy cuss. “Ooh, big man knows a swear. That! That’s the stink eye.” He pointed right at the boys face, who you could only assume was in a heated glare with him. “If you keep making faces at people, you’re gonna end up stuck like that. Then you’ll be as ugly as me.” “That’s not real. I’ll never be like you.”

“Keep up that face and you will..” They both took a break from their bantering to continue eating. “Do you know other dirty words, or just fuck?” He said casually, mouth full of porridge. “Bet I know just as much as you.” “Oh I doubt it, you little prick.”

“Sandor!” You tried to interject.

“Asshole!” Robert dared, setting his spoon down.

“Cunt.” Sandor retorted.

“Bitch!”

“Whore!”

“Shit!”

“Dickhead!” Sandor smiled at the challenge but by the time you had walked over to the table to stop them, you noticed Rob mirroring the same cocky smile. “Bollocks!” Rob banged his fists on the table proudly and rose from his seat. Just then, his mother came around the corner and your face went beet red.

“Rob!” She scolded, and Rob’s eyes went as wide as you’d ever seen a persons. You pursed your lips together to withhold your laughter. “You’re alright, little man.” Sandor chuckled and scraped the rest of the food in the bowl into his mouth. Rob hung his head and crossed the room to his mother, who didn’t hesitate to grab him by the ear and pull him back into her room.

“That was very bad of you.” You chided, collecting the bowls. “The kid already knew them!” He said lightheartedly. “His father must’ve sworn like a sailor.” You felt a pang of sadness at the knowledge that Robert’s father would never return to him.

“I didn’t know you could cook.” He leaned back in the chair. “If I didn’t learn, I would have starved.” You said simply. “I quite like cooking.. And baking on holidays. We never had too much but what you just had there was a staple in my home. It’s a comfort.” “Did you need comforting?..” He asked, looking you up and down slowly. You furrowed your brows at the question, and shook your head.

“Morning, (Y/n)!” Beth cheered and skipped over. You crouched down and she jumped into your arms. You couldn’t help the laughter she brought you and you swung her around a bit. “Good morning, darling. Are you hungry?” ~

As the morning continued on, Sandor admired the way the children opened up to you, and the way you busied yourself around the house. In the afternoon, you sat down with Anna outside and taught her to trace the alphabet, and she began to familiarize herself with the sounds. He saw how patient you were, how nurturing, how kind, how beautiful. He lingered around the horses to watch you play hide and seek with the children, and felt heat rise to his face when you rounded the corner of the house quickly, crouching down right beside him once to hide. You smiled up at him and held a finger to your lips. He thought a while about keeping your secret, but as the kids started badgering Anna to show them where you were, he whistled a note to alert them. He coughed twice and looked right at you and then at the children, and you gasped and threw a rock at him.

“You bastard!” You heard the children racing over to you, giggling all the way, and tried to run, but Sandor’s huge arms enclosed around your waist and picked you up. “Here, she’s here! Get her!” He laughed spinning you around as you struggled. “No, I’m your friend!” You squealed as the children closed in on you. “Get him!” And when they came, their weak punches rained down on the poor giant. He cried out as if what they were doing had any effect on him, “Traitors!” He yelled over their shouting, and crumpled to the ground with you still in his arms.

Anna fell down laughing and the kids landed a few more blows before running off, chanting things like, “It’s your turn!” “You’re it, (Y/n)!” “You have to find us!”

When Sandor let you go, you slid off him and the two of you laid side by side on the grass, breathless. You laughed up at the clouds before turning to see his smiling face. So handsome.

“How could you?!” You poked his side and he caught your finger in his hand. For a moment, when he looked at you, you felt the same euphoria you remembered the first morning you spent together. That’s the look he gave me, you hoped. His brown eyes looked warmer in the sunlight, and his mouth held a tired but cheeky smile. You melted against your better judgement, and relaxed your head on his chest for a moment, reveling in the joy of this moment. All we’re missing is a tree.

“What are you doing?” He said softly, and you closed your eyes and focused your ears. “Listening to your heartbeat…” He released your finger slowly and you flattened your hand against his other pec. The rhythm of his heart was fast, excited, but it soothed you to no end.

“(Y/n)! You have to find usss!” Whined Beth from some unseen location.

You smiled and exhaled a laugh through your nose. When you brought your head up to look at him, he was already watching you; his eyes longing for your touch to linger just a bit more.

“Sorry..” you smiled awkwardly. “I just had a dream about that once…” you tried to justify before standing up and brushing yourself off. You extended a hand to him, but he was already up on his own. “No more ratting me out unless you’re going to play with us.” You scolded.

You walked away from him without another word until you came upon Anna, sitting on a chair on the porch. “Are you not playing anymore, Anna?” She smiled, shook her head and waved you off. Off you went to seek the little brats. When you were far away enough, Anna rose up from her chair and moseyed over to Sandor, who was stood frozen in place. She looked him over until he made eye contact, at which he already looked bothered. She smirked and traced a heart with her foot in the grass, looking up at him with raised brows, sure he saw it. “Yeah yeah.” He rolled his eyes and started off toward the house again, ignoring her snicker. She saw it now clearer than ever before, and she was impressed that you were letting down your walls with the same man who made you set them up. He still loved you, and you still loved him, but her smile slipped when she finally considered where that left her. Still, she covered her concern with a casual smile and entered the home to help with supper.

~

The food went down easily and you gave thanks to the family for letting you stay another day. Your being there no longer felt hostile or unwelcome, and you wondered how Sandor would feel about sticking around a little longer, because the idea was growing on you.

The sun was still up over the hills, and Beth once again asked her mother if you could all go for a swim. Her mother, Amanda, considered for a moment before daring to say, “As long as you take him with you. He’s stinking up our house.” She smiled hopefully at The Hound and he glared at her before softening. He knew it was true. He reeked of week old sweat and blood and guts. “I made fresh soap not long ago, you’re welcome to some.” Amanda offered. “I can wash your clothes with well water while you’re gone.”

“We’d love that.” You spoke for everyone while Anna nodded eagerly. Sandor cleaned his teeth with his tongue before nodding shortly. The whole family arrived at the pool and the children and Anna stripped to their small clothes and entered the water, hardly waiting 10 seconds before trying to start up a game. Amanda collected their clothes and waited for the rest. Sandor stripped off his shirt easily and tossed it to her. Seeing him bare chested again sent a flush of heat to your cheeks and you averted your eyes to the grass. He removed his shoes and socks and traded those for the soap the mother offered.

“(Y/n)?” Amanda called gently.

Suddenly you felt very insecure. Your skin was pallid, your feet filthy and blistered, and from your week of starvation, you could see and feel the bones around your hips and ribs more than ever before. The loose mother’s dress offered comfort and concealment and you weren’t ready to part with it yet, especially in front of the man causing such a carnal reaction in you.

“I’m alright today, I’m just going to sit out…”

Without argument, she walked back home with a baby on one hip and a basket of clothes on the other. While the other three played on the far end of the pool, Sandor kneeled next to you at the water’s edge. He plunged his hands into the water and splashed it up over his face and head. All the while, you secretly admired his large hands, his muscular biceps, and the thick swirls of hair covering his torso. You pictured reaching out and feeling him once more. Suddenly he turned to look at you and you felt a lump form in your throat.

“Why don’t you get in?” Sandor asked lowly.

“I went yesterday.. I just don’t feel up to it I suppose.”

“So you’re just going to stand there and watch me?” His tone was playful, but it did little to quell your embarrassment at being caught.

You rolled your eyes quickly, mumbling “Just get in”, and walked over to sit by Anna and the children. Sandor eventually fully submerged in the water, scrubbing himself well with the soap in the corner, and you tried hard not to notice. You let your tired feet float in the pool, and smiled any time a playful splash would hit you. When you were all spent and the orange hue in the sky began to dull to purple, you called the children out and you all started on your way back home. Robert had grabbed a branch taller than him off a nearby tree and as he walked, he swung it around and plunged it into random spots of air.

“Are you supposed to be a knight?” Sandor asked, watching the boy from behind.

Robert turned to him and stuck out the pretend sword, and said with the deepest voice he could muster, “Better than a knight! I’m a soldier!” He swung the stick around again, giggling at the end. You saw Sandor’s smile light up his entire face and your heart practically sang. “I could teach you… This one here wants to learn too, maybe I could teach the pair of ya. You’re about evenly matched.” He smirked at you, teasing, and you scrunched up your nose in response. Still, a smile broke through at the premise of learning to use a weapon— even if it was only a stick for now. “Tomorrow then.” He decided.

Anna noticed your slight limp, and how you struggled to keep up with the children now, and she took your arm in hers to help you along. You had been very rough on your feet today. The last time you wore shoes was your last morning in the castle, which felt like a lifetime ago. Running around all day on wood, dirt, stone, and grass had torn your feet up more than ever before, but you weren’t about to complain. Truthfully, you couldn’t remember a better day. Growing up, you’d been sidelined by your father from any games like the ones you’d played today. You’d watch your sister and the other neighborhood children play without a care in the world, and your father would assure you that you were more special than they were, and that all the care you took would pay off some day soon. Today, you felt childlike when playing with Beth and Robert, and you felt womanly urges when you were close to Sandor Clegane. The contrast confused you greatly.

He glanced back at you once, but didn’t linger. Everyone’s clothes had been hung up to dry, and before he could enter the home, Amanda handed him a large pair of pants. “My husband’s. Might be a tad small, but it’s better than wet.”

He nodded and left for the privy to change. “Are you feeling alright, (Y/n)?” Amanda asked, noticing the small wince in your face. You nodded and thanked her for her concern. “Let’s get these kids to bed.”

“Ah, mom!” “We’re not tired!”

“Yeah we want to stay up with you!”

Amanda rolled her eyes and sighed heavily at her children. “Not another word, put on your nightgowns and lie down.” The children began to whine and stomp and suddenly the baby joined their crying. You saw Amanda’s eyes flare with a temper. “Now you’ve done it.” “I can try to help..” you offered.

She surprised you by handing off her youngest. Your heart pounded with anxiety as she quickly instructed you on how to hold it. You’d never held a real baby before, and this one was already displeased. “Get to the room, march!” She directed her children, who scampered out of sight. “Okay.. Okay.. Hey, it’s alright, little one.” You were trying to soothe yourself as much as the baby. “Don’t cry…” you bounced him gently in your arms and started humming a nameless tune. Maybe this is too much for me.

“Hey! Here we are, you want to look at the fire? Yeah?” You prayed you were doing the right thing as you crossed to the fire and sat down on your knees. “Wow..” you whispered to the baby, both your faces turned to watch the flames. “It’s so pretty, isn’t it…” you spoke softly and the baby’s cries began to quiet and slow. Your hand relaxed against his soft skin, and the slowing of his breathing began to calm you as well. The bouncing turned to soft rocking, and your whole body moved with the baby as you hummed. It’s not too much.

“I will take good care of you, I will take good care of you.. Everything you feel is good, if you would only let you..” you sang quietly and baby Rob turned his head to watch the fire illuminate your face. “So stay with me, hold my hand..” your finger brushed against his nose and he smiled at you. “There’s no need to be brave…”

“I’ve heard that song before…” Sandor spoke from the doorway, leaning on the frame.

“You can’t have heard it. I made it up.” He nodded, walking over to pull out another half-full bottle of alcohol. “I’ve heard it.” You scoffed a little and narrowed your eyes at him. Slowly you stood with the baby still focused on your face. “The only way you’d have heard it is if you were listening out my window when I was a girl, which would make you some sort of pervert,” you began, crossing to him, eyes on the baby.

“Or when you sang it in the kennels..” he cut you off, drawing your eyes to him. He was shirtless still, his pants tighter than usual, and his eyes were heavy and dark. “Which would make me pathetic..” he finished. “I wanted to be close to you, but couldn’t free you. That lad, Charlie, he was braver than I…”

You shook your head, continuing up to him. “But you did free me… I’ve forgiven you, Sandor, truly… You need only forgive yourself now.”

Just then Amanda creeped around the corner. “Sorry, love. I can take him again.”

Your eyes lingered on Sandor’s, and then drifted down to the baby between you. Before you knew it, the child’s mother was beside you, reaching out for her son. You quickly made the hand off and watched her disappear into the room she shared with the children. You cleared your throat and wiped your hands on the soft fabric of your dress, trying not to mourn the loss, and took a few steps away from Sandor.

“Do you need me to keep watch again?”

He took another swig and set the bottle on the table. “No, you go on and rest. I’ll take tonight, and Anna can do the next.”

“Right..” you nodded, glad that you would be staying at least another night longer. The glow of the fire cast shadows around his muscles, making him appear even larger. You couldn’t stop the words before they escaped, though you wished you had as soon as they hit your ear. “Did you miss me?”

Your eyes shut tightly in embarrassment and your hands began to perspire. “Sorry, sorry, I don’t know why I said that—“ You cut yourself off with a deep inhale and opened your eyes, only to see him stalking toward you. “S-Sandor?”

“Yes.” The simple word echoed in your head. Every step he made toward you, your body naturally took one back until you were pressing yourself against a wall. He did not cease his approach, and your chest heaved with excitement. “I missed you.”

He brought one hand up and it ghosted over your face, like it couldn’t decide where to land. In the moment, you wanted so desperately for him to touch you; anywhere, everywhere. You leaned your face gently against his palm and he stroked your cheek a couple times with his thumb. His hand slid down the curve of your jaw and held your chin, gently tilting your head up. Kiss me, kiss me. You begged wordlessly. Sandor leaned down and planted a chaste kiss on your forehead, and you scrunched it up softly in confusion when he pulled away. “Get to bed, princess.”

And just like that, he parted from you, turning away and reclaiming his bottle. You exited the main room slowly, almost daring him to change his mind, but as soon as he was out of your sight you wanted to hit yourself. You groaned quietly and pulled your own hair as a punishment. What the hell is wrong with you?! A little chest hair and we want to abandon the vows meant to protect us?? No. You cannot touch a man again, you will not. It would destroy you.

After you were done giving yourself an internal lashing, you flopped down on a mattress and sighed. Anna snored softly and you rolled your eyes and covered your head with a pillow. You were tired, of course, yet sleep eluded you. When you closed your eyes, you heard him, saw him, felt him, tasted him. Fuck. You squeezed your thighs tightly together to relieve some of the pressure building in your nether. Your nipples hardened with the memory of his hand down there, his mouth on your breast. You let out a frustrated whimper and slammed your head back against the pillow.

You stole a shameful glance at Anna; her back was to you and her breathing continued in a smooth audible rhythm. You slipped your hand beneath the blanket and trailed your fingers up your thigh, goosebumps raising in reaction to your cold hand. Finally your hand reached your chest and you lingered on your breast. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of your own heartbeat. You had never done anything with anyone other than Sandor; not even yourself. But the desire grew ever stronger and there seemed no end in sight. You sucked on your bottom lip and tried to control your breathing as you remembered all the ways his hands had touched you before.

~ “I missed you.” You imagined his voice in your ear and squeezed a breast in one hand, scratched and locked your hand around your throat with your other. With your eyes shut, you could watch him hover over you, hair dripping water that cooled your fiery skin. The roughness of his palms scraped perfectly across your breasts, your stomach, your thighs, and then finally he touched where you needed him most.

Your mouth opened uncontrollably, and your fingers swirled rough circles around your flower. “Good girl.” He spoke, before bringing his mouth down on you.

You tried and you tried— the fantasy was there, but you did not have the skills or the understanding of your body that Sandor seemed to have. You paused, considering the risk you were about to take. You’d had trauma, you’d had infection, would you permit even yourself to enter?

Slowly, nervously, your fingers sank lower between your folds and circled your entrance. Closing your eyes again tightly, you brought Sandor back above you. You took the plunge when he did, and held your breath in anticipation— as if you would implode. You were tight, as Sandor had once described, and you felt intrigued that there seemed to be a whole other world within you. The soreness was bearable, but when you remembered the sheer size of your husband, you grew nervous. In and out, in and out, it still did not offer the euphoria you’d shared on those nights with Sandor Clegane. Perhaps I really am broken.

Just before you were about to remove your fingers for good, feeling utterly disappointed, you curled them up. Oh. You continued on that track, pumping and curling over and over again until you felt the need to cover your mouth. At last, a fraction of the pleasure he brought you. You flipped over and imagined Sandor beneath you, grinding down on your own hand. You couldn’t hold back the soft moan that escaped, until all your actions had to freeze when Anna’s snoring stopped. Silence. Deafening silence.

You flipped back around, your back to her, and the blanket over your head for good measure. Each second felt excruciating and your eyes brimmed with hot tears of shame. After one long minute, her snoring continued on as if there had been no interruption.

You sighed and buried your face in your pillow, relieved at not being caught, but if possible, even more sexually frustrated than you were to begin with. It’s going to be a long night. You pictured him in bed beside you, eyes a mirror to your own longing. Am I destined to want you forever?

[midnighthazee]

Greenridge ABO Series

Greenridge Aesthetic/Pics of Inspo

I'm a very visual person in case you couldn't tell...🙈 so I thought I would add some pictures to help you see what I envisioned for the Greenridge pack house! I've started showing more of the house so now you can get an idea of how it looks. Hope you like!

Obviously the pics aren't exact but I found as best I could. Thanks to Pinterest and the AI feature on Canvas!!

Series Masterlist Masterlist

As you've seen before, the back of the house. 3 Stories, walk out basement leads to the backyard and full property. Basement level includes med room, living space with a bar, a guest bedroom and bath, and an exercise room. Main level has a Chan's room, kitchen, dining, living room, Chan's office. Upstairs is the rest of the bedrooms. Massive house lol

Basement living area and bar space. Doors lead out to backyard. Behind the camera view is the stair case and other rooms.

Med Room and Exercise room in the basement.

Living Room. Fireplace like so - framed by windows. Just add a flatscreen above the mantle. Couch like this facing the fireplace, back to the kitchen.

Kitchen. Let's mix the two pics. The kitchen is white with the wood ceiling, bright with a big window and has a large island. But like the right pic, the barstools are on the outer side of the island, and it faces the living room like so. And the dining table is on the side of windows, facing the view.

BEDROOMS! This was really fun!

*These are all my opinions on what fits each character. Pls don't attack me lol*

Chan's Bedroom and Closet. First floor and immaculate. Large and spacious, his bed is huge. Has a fireplace and sitting area on the side. Lovely view of the property with private balcony. Vaulted ceiling. Closet is fancy and organized!!

Chan's Bathroom. Custom work for his master ensuite. Spacious and usually pretty clean. Double sinks, private toilet room, and this lovely stone shower and standing tub. (The depth seems off so it's probably AI but use ur imagination)

Minho's Bedroom and closet. I feel he's very clean. And he gives rich vibes so I know his closet is pristine. Usually yelling at Jisung for his messy room.

Minho's Bathroom. Like a master en suite, he's got the full tub and a shower. Also kept very clean.

Changbin's Room and closet. I feel like his closet would be organized and low-key fancy. IDK why this pic just seemed to fit him lol

Changbin and Jeongin's Shared bathroom. They share since Changbin is Head Beta and Jeongin is a new alpha.

Jeongin's Room and closet. I feel like he would keep his surroundings slightly messy but not as bad as Jisung. He's got enough on his plate to balance to worry about his room okay. As for his closet, he's gotten more into fashion so he takes care of his clothes.

Hyunjin's Room and Closet. I feel like he would have a clean room and organized closet. Doubt he would have a tv in there tho, so replace it with your fav piece of his art ;)

Hyunjin and Jisung's Shared bathroom. Jisung usually leaves a mess when he's done and Hyunjin yells at him.

Jisung's Bedroom and closet. Just make his room also messy since he's confirmed that's usually how it is LOL.

Felix's Room. I feel like he would have a pretty color and not too messy of a closet. The ray of sunshine also needs a big window to enjoy the sunshine.

Felix's and Seungmin's Shared Bath. No tub. They do a good job of keeping it clean.

Seungmin's Room and Closet. He gives me modern vibes so his room is decorated more modern than the others. His closet would def be organized as well.

Y/N's Room and closet. Rustic feel but still super cozy. Was a guest bedroom and will be more personalized as you nest. Light colors to make you feel safe and free.

Y/N's Bath. Small and simple. No tub just a shower. Maybe one of the boys will let you use their tub ;)

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Shout out to my beta for inspiring, motivating, and pushing me! @its-the-solar-system

[lev1hei1chou]

Kikufuku

Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff Words: 481 Synopsis: Making Kikufuku with chef Gojo Masterlist

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and you found yourself in the comfort of Gojo Satoru's penthouse. The sun rays seeped in through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the kitchen counter where the two of you stood together. An assortment of ingredients lay in front of you, ready to be turned into something delicious.

"Alright, sweetheart, are you ready to create a masterpiece?" Gojo flashed his signature grin, making your heart skip a beat or two. It is no surprise that Gojo had a sweet tooth, so making Kikufuku, a traditional Japanese sweet, had been on the top of your to do list for days.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Gojo grabbed a sieve and handed it to you. "Let's start with the flour."

The two of you worked together, laughter and banter filling the air as you measured out and mixed the necessary ingredients. Flour dusted the air, and the sweet aroma drifted through the apartment.

As the Kikufuku took shape, Gojo couldn't help but be impressed by your cooking skills. "Y'know, I might have to keep you around just for your cooking."

You chortled, "Well, I hope that's not the only reason."

After the final touches were added, you both admired the plate of the scrumptious looking Kikufuku. Gojo smirked, "I guess I gotta admit, you're not just a pretty face."

Later that day, you decided to share the creation with your students, inviting Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi over for taste testing. Gojo, though not entirely thrilled about the idea of sharing his masterpiece, reluctantly agreed.

As your students gathered in the living room, you presented the Kikufuku with a happy grin. "Ta-da! Satoru and I made these. I hope you like these!"

The reactions were pretty much immediate and ecstatic. Yuji practically inhaled one with no hesitation, and his eyes turned into saucers in delight. Nobara and Megumi exchanged surprised glances before tasting the sweet treats.

Gojo, who had been observing the scene unfold from a corner, couldn't help but feel a mix of pride and irritation. "Well, I suppose I am a great teacher," he remarked, though his pouty expression gave away his true feelings.

The evening was filled with laughter and pure joy. As the Kikufuku disappeared one by one from the plate and Gojo couldn't stay mad for long, especially with the smiles that decorated everyone's faces.

Later that night, as you and Satoru cleaned up the kitchen together, he inched closer and whispered in your ear, "Y'know, I might make you my official cooking partner. Not everyone gets this opportunity."

You beamed, "As long as you promise not to be too possessive of our creations."

Gojo laughed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Deal."

And so, the memory of that lazy Sunday afternoon acted as a sweet reminder of the joy that can be found in simple moments and experiences.

[nyctoheart]

I also think about how 0.2 should've been the start of kh3 but if it hadn't been its own little sperate thing we wouldn't have gotten THE best kh opening and the ICONIQUE simple and clean Ray of hope mix so maybe it's not that bad

God you are so so so so right

[ciaossu-imagines]

Heya there love! I hope that you are doing alright and that life will granted a break soon 💜🥹🫂

Can I request:

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

For Kyoya please 💜✨

Hey! Thank you so much for the well-wishes. Life being a bit easier would definitely be nice – still feeling a little overwhelmed but working hard and trusting that things will come together in the end, so feeling a little bit better than when I last posted. Thank you again 💜 I appreciate it and the quick, easy ask! I hope it’s still entertaining to read and that you, and any other Kyoya fans, enjoy 😊

14) Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character

When it comes to Hibari, his style really goes one of two ways. I do think that Hibari really does enjoy wearing traditional Japanese garb. This is definitely influenced by the things we see him wear, in his downtime, in the future arc.

I think that he wears yukata to sleep in as an adult and sometimes during his teen years. However, he’s more likely, as a teenager, to wear jinbei around his house.

In public though, during his teen years, he’s almost always wearing his school uniform or outfits that resemble it. To Hibari, the school uniform is everything he could want in clothing – it’s comfortable to him and practical, plus he likes the way it looks.

The comfortable and practical is the most important part to Kyoya though. He has no use for clothes that simply look good. To him, it’s most important that he be able to move every and any way he should want to while in his clothes, that they hold up well, that the fabric they’re made of not bother his skin and that they don’t gain a lot of wear and tear through simple everyday wear.

Hibari hates clothing styles that look ‘sloppy’ to him. He doesn’t really have ‘casual wear’. He’s not a fan of sweatpants, track suits, anything that’s really athletic or loungewear.

I’d label his style overall as a mixture between minimalism and dark academia – there’s a lot of dark colours mixed with fresh white button-downs, solid colours, clean lines, fabrics like wool, cotton, and cashmere.

5) What’s the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Oh, this is a hard one, because there’s really four of them that automatically pop into my head.

The first one is a gimme, something that should go without saying, and is probably a bit of a cheat answer. It’s simply his leitmotif, which, by the way, is one of my favourite leitmotifs from KHR.

The second one is 65daysofstatic’s I Swallowed Hard, Like I Understood. There’s something about the mixture of soft bits and frantic, hard bits that make me envision epic battle scenes with him.

The third is X Ray Dog’s Living Dead that always reminds me of Hibari, though I will just say that the whole Night Hounds album is an album that is Hibari to me, full of amazing fight songs.

In a complete crack song choice, Best of Me by Morningwood is also a total Hibari song to me.

[dr4nkinluv]

★ FairyTale ☆ ♪+ May your heart be your guiding key ×♪

♪+ May your heart be your guiding key ×♪

[lynnedrum]

NORMAL 4 GIRLS 4EVER - LYNNEDRUM'S "SOUND OF THE BEAST" MIX

A tribute to Baltimore and Jersey Club, classic trax deranged and rearranged. Performed LIVE for NORMAL 4 GIRLS 4EVER, Saturday, August 12th, 2023. ~ SETLIST BELOW ~

1.) Crystal Waters - Gypsy Woman (Sartana & Finesse Jersey Remix)

2.) MikeQ & DJ Sliink - The Bitch (feat. Miss Jay)

3.) KRS-One - Sound of da Police (Baltimore Club) (*)

4.) Keiska - Lil Frkk

5.) Three6Mafia - Lil Freak (K-Deucez Rmx)

6.) Mariah Lynn - Once Upon A Time (I Was A Hoe) (DJ Taj feat. Panic Remix)

7.) UNIIQU3 - LSD

8.) Jen Lasher - I Felt

9.) REPRIISE - TEMPLE [Intense Trip]

10.) C.Z. - STUCK

11.) XTV$ x Narvi - Crazy Frog

12.) JAVASCRIPT - Pinky Ring

13.) Drippy Dolphin - ♡-I Need To Drip-♡ (A Trippy Turtle Remix)

14.) Snap - The Power (Kodat Remix)

15.) Jenn Morel - Ponteme (LUNY "Latin Club" Remix)

16.) Constantine - Pena Aberta

17.) PrepTheProducer - Naughty Girl (Jersey Club Remix)

18.) DJ K. Millz & Tokyo - Earthquake

19.) DJ Smallz 732 & Big Shaq - Mans Not Hot ( Jersey Club )

20.) KANDY - afreakin (Eight40Eight Bootleg)

21.) DJ K. Millz - Get Busy [Sean Paul 2k10 Theme]

22.) @hikeii - BBY (@HIKEII FLIP)

23.) Daft Punk - One More Time (Kodat Remix)

24.) FISHER - Losing It (KAYVIAN Club Remix)

25.) Soulja Boy - Birdwalk (Zora Jones & Sinjin Hawke Bootleg)

26.) Jam City - The Courts

27.) TLC - No Scrubs (BBM REMIX)

28.) Kyle Edwards & DJ Bake - My Back (Jersey Club)

29.) SOPHIE - Immaterial (Gangsigns Bootleg)

30.) UNIIQU3 & Dos Flakos - Shake the Room

31.) Outkast - B.O.B. (Cool Hand Lex, Lemi Vice & Action Jackson Remix)

32.) DJ DEVILLE - Kulikitaka Pica (Deville Latin Jersey Club Fusion Edit)

33.) Linkin Park - Crawling (DJ Hood Remix)

34.) Tre Oh Fie - Pop 2 Da Bass

35.) @hikeii - Panic! At The Disco: I Write Sins Not Tragedies (Hikeii Remix)

36.) Utada Hikaru - Simple And Clean (Jersey Club "Ray of Hope" Remix By KNMN)

(*) denotes a track that entered my life fully untagged and unsourced. if you know the artist of this remix, please let me know immediately!

Assets by MinaSheep

NORMAL 4 GIRLS 4EVER (08-12-2023) - OTHER SETS

JulianaNRG: https://youtu.be/l5y442f-uq8

MinaSheep: https://youtu.be/H-JKRNqxQA8

SWIMMY: https://youtu.be/AZkC4W-PP6s

[inversionimpulse]

yesterday I got assigned Japanese homework that included listening to a discussion of Simple And Clean Ray of Hope Mix

KH strikes when you least expect it

[beardedmrbean]

It's only 4 days until the Kingdom Hearts series gets released on Steam. The past few weeks feel like they've been dragging on a lot longer than normal.

Hope their servers are ready for that, they're gonna be busy for a bit with that I imagine.

RE4 is playing just fine on my lappy, feels slow but it's been forever so I'm probably remembering wrong since it's not jankey at all.

It is just as good as I remember, looking firward to the bonus games too.

[yellowcry]

Being in service (I think my sacrifices are nothing if I don't feel like I'm helping)

Luisa loved working. Not only it gave them money and was a good way to return the favour after being given a place to stay. But also it made her feel important.

She's not even tired!

A new part of Twice to once!

The morning was passing rapidly. Not staying for a break at all. The hot equatorial sun was up high and steady. It crawled over the azure sky. The warm rays lay on Luisa's dark wavy hair. She stayed close to her dad, even if all the team of the Madrigals and Rojas wasn't big enough to lose each other. Even less when two of them towered over all the Madrigals. Luisa stepped over the breaks, catching Agustín from time to time when he stumbled over.

 

She let out something between a chuckle and groan whenever it happened. Nothing new, she would be far more surprised if Papá didn't fall at all.

 

Luisa tilted her head, eyeing the sight in front of her. The dusty debris, lifelessly colorful wooden shards. The powdery sweet sand was mixed with the rough stone chips. The scattered glass dishes and old broken frames peeked from under the rubble. The tiles were inside out, shaking without a movement. 

 

Yeah, this place didn't look good if Luisa wanted to put it short. Berenched in destructive death. There wasn't a centimeter free of the faded life. The incident must've happened not so far in the past if she judged by how dirty it looked. 

 

"Right now, we are busy with rebuilding Casita." Señora Madrigal nodded, standing in front of them. Luisa bit her lip, suppressing the wish to ask in which world it would be considered as a small house. It had looked bigger than any other inside the village that she spotted by now.

 

Luisa rolled up her sleeves. Tensed her muscles to prepare herself. "What do I do?"

 

Señora Julieta stared at her, shaking her hands. "No, no,. you don't have to."

 

"Don't worry, I want to help!" Luisa loved helping, being useful. It made her feel connected to people for the short time she stayed in one place

 

She loved feeling as if she was important. Somebody who would be remembered at least a little on the back of somebody's mind. That she wasn't forgotten the moment she left one of her places to live. Even if she doubted it was the case, it was nice to imagine. And this is if she had forgotten the payment that they received for work. Luisa knew how important the money were. 

 

Papí sighed, petting her back. "Don't overwork yourself, okay, Mija?"

 

She shrugged, it would be okay, no need to worry. "I'll be fine!" Luisa promised, lifting a broken doorframe. Just need to avoid getting a splinter. A bit of work had never killed anybody. 

 

 

There were several wagons. According to Señora Madrigal's words, they were supposed to take away the garbage of what was left. Simple and easy. Luisa placed a broken wood into one and got to pushing the rocks. A whole lot of work had to be done. It wasn't a one-day job, so Luisa was better to be prepared. At least, she had a stable way to help for a long time. She thought it would be enough for as long as she stayed in here. Sooner or later they would have to move again. Even if Luisa hoped that it would be later, she could know if it would happen in a day or a month.

 

 

"Okay, where do I put it?" Luisa yelled, picking another fairly big piece of ruined wall. Her muscles tensed from effort, knuckles were turning cloudy. 

 

She had wiped a sticky wet sweat from her dark brows. Deep breath, there was still so much to do. After a week, she got into a rhythm with this. Wake up, go to work, avoid Papá trying to drag you to rest. And then repeat all tomorrow. Luisa worked a lot. She liked being useful, needed. This way, they won't be kicked out for now.

 

 

Her muscles felt sore, swollen from the effort of cleaning the place. It was a few more of the pointer cycle before the long day would be over. And then repeated tomorrow. She was used to it. Even if Papí tried to stop her from work every so often, Luisa couldn't allow herself to lillegag. Nobody dies from a little exhaustion, she would be okay by tomorrow. Probably.

 

She rubbed her arms, whisking the chips that clinged onto her. Her finger slid over the cuff, where was a visible transition between her natural paler colour and a deep tan, earned from the constant work on the fervent star. 

 

Okay, no time, she had so much to do. They hadn't even cleaned the mess by now. And then it would be projection, getting supplies... And she doubted the house would be any smaller than the last one. They had a whole lot to do ahead. The house wouldn't finish itself.

 

Her alpragatas slurped against the water padles which often formed after the morning rain. Sometimes it even poured during the working time. But Luisa had to admit, she could deal with bad weather very well. She had lost count of how many times Zeus had spread with rain when she and Agustín were on the run. If there was anything good in this it was Luisa's strong immune system. She couldn't remember when she was sick even a little for the last time.

 

People were doing their parts. Luisa didn't really pay attention to them. Aside from asking about what she had to do she barely contacted with them. There was no time to lose on chatting without any goal. It would be far better to help, discussions would give them nothing.

 

Days were passing fast when Luisa was busy, even more with how busy she was right now. Most of the time she moved without paying attention to what was her body doing. Barely noticing the callouses on her hands growing thicker. It wasn't something that Luisa hadn't experienced before. Manual labor jobs were easier to get. And with how strong Luisa was, it was a natural choice for her.

 

She didn't even work that much this time around. Once Luisa worked on fiveteen hours job seven days a week. And then Papí learned of how much she was forced to work and punched her employer. They left two days after. So, working from ten to twelve hours wasn't too bad. Luisa wasn't even hurt, she handled it very good. Just a bit tired, sure. But it would pass after a decent night sleep. As she loved saying, Ponos would help her. She did wonder if the Greek God of toil would like her.

 

Okay, there's no time for distraction. She had to work. Oh, there was so much to do... Besides, there wasn't anything better for her to do anyway. Doing a craft required equipment that Luisa didn't have. As well as skills that also didn't exist. And she doubted they would stay for long enough to master something. So she just helped in all the ways. she could. She had to return the favor after being given a place to stay. 

[pugohou-oter]

Hikaru utada …again 👉👈

Should just make this an utada fan count at this point

[theladyheroine]

Omg, idk if this works for any other Kingdom Hearts songs, but I’m playing Ray of Hope-Simple & Clean Mix on 0.75x speed and it sounds AWESOME!!!

[iturmom]

hello kingdom hearts fandom. i just played simple and clean ray of hope mix and that shit HIT just like it ALWAYS DOES and it hit JUST THE SPOT and i don't want to listen to it again and kill the magic. it's no fandom secret that song is an absolute BANGER so i KNOW someone has been in a similar situation so i figured it would be easier to ask tumblr for song recs than using those shitty websites that just don't. work. really? someone feed me i'm starving i haven't a song rec to me name

[femboycloudstrife]