#also he already paid me in advance cause he wanted to

[yoohyeon]

I should be asleep I’ll hate myself tomorrow, but while I’m preparing myself to go to sleep I remembered the dream I had last night and remembered that I thought in my dream that it would make a good story but now I don’t remember anything and I’m mad fbskndjd I haven’t write in so long, especially with characters that aren’t my long time ocs or fanfic it would have been good to think about something new but yeah 🥲

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for accepting a date and dumping him the next day?

This story is a few years old, but I still worry about it. I, (17F, though at the time i was 14/15F) had a classmate (14/15M) who I didn't get along the best with. We were both austic/ had adhd, and often clashed because of our different needs. At the time, I had thought we had become rocky friends. He took me to the movies, invited me to his house, and once went to a restaurant with my family on his request, but I thought not much of it. Afterall, I didn't think we were close, we often argued and didn't get along. I'm a blunt and usually low patience person, and he was someone who breached boundaries and personal feelings a lot, and found it funny when I got upset, but I never complained about it because didn't want to cause a scene.

One day, after a sports event, I was putting some equipment away, when he decided to follow me and help me put things away into the gym. It was just us, and it was late into the night. He was in the way of the exit, and started talking about how close we were, and how much I meant to him, until finally asking me out.

I'm not someone who's ever really had much romantic feelings or attraction, and at this point I was a closeted lesbian. It didn't help I was also a very paranoid person, and I'd always heard stories of people who'd refuse others advances and get put in danger and sometimes even killed. It was just me and him in the empty gym with no lights, cctv, or staff inside, and no teachers knew we were there, so I panicked.

I accepted, and he was really happy, but after I made it home, I mostly just felt sick. I really regretted accepting it, because I was now leading him on without meaning to, but I had been scared he would do something, even if it was probably unreasonable of me to think so. The next day at school, he had apparently already told many people in our year that we were dating. I'm a private person, and he hadn't asked or told me he did this.

I had tried to think over what to do the entire day, before telling a close friend that I trusted the whole situation. Since my family were not the kind of people I wanted involved in my life. She obviously told me I shouldn't have accepted, and to dump him, but I wasn't sure how. I'd never been in a relationship with someone before this, due to not having many feelings towards any guys, and this was way too much for me immediately.

He wanted to take me out to lunch at McDonalds, and I asked my friend to come along. The entire trip there, he kept grabbing my hand, when I'm very touch repulsed due to traumas, and also it just being a matter of personal preference. But when I tried to explain this to him, and told him to stop because it made me uncomfortable, he told me all people in relationships held hands, and repeatedly asked why and wouldn't stop touching me.

By the time we got to the McDonalds, he started on a speech about how he really cares about me, and that he'd been dumped before tons of times and couldn't understand why. He talked about how his previous girlfriends would take advantage of his generous nature, and how he'd spend a lot of money on them and give them tons of gifts, and also how his heart couldn't take another breakup. Then he said how I wasn't like them at all, and I would be different, and how much this all meant to him.

Then he went to go order his meal. My friend had been sitting at the table the entire time, and told me point blank I needed to dump him. I knew I should, and I didn't want to lead him on, I just felt really guilty for adding to his list of ex's and after he paid for me and my friend's meal. Since it would look like I had just used him as free food, when I really didn't want any of this.

We had the the things we ordered, before heading back, which consisted of a lot of the same before. A lot of non-consensual hand holding, and general touching, as I tried to explain why I wasn't comfortable with it, while my friend tried to help me. It didn't sway his feelings on the matter, and we made it back to school.

The guilt was really crushing me at this point, and it was the last period before school. My friend was understandably fed up with me, and was telling me to break up with him. I wanted to, but I wasn't sure how to, and it got to the point where she stood up at the end of class and told him for me. I really hadn't wanted her to do that, because no one deserves to be broken up with like that, but I also think I wouldn't have had the courage to break up with him sooner.

He was really upset, and for the next year or so people referred to me as the girl who broke up with him. He was pretty aggressive to me afterwards for a long while, and I later found out from the same friend that helped me that the day I broke up with him, he texted her, asking her out and calling me a "tool" and a "whore" and saying I had been using him. She turned him down, but it upsets me a lot, though I don't know if I had it coming.

AITA for this? I know I was definitely in the wrong for accepting in the first place, and I still feel really stupid for it.

What are these acronyms?

[gaintsnowflake]

Hey, would you write Anthony Lockwood x reader,in which the reader is the goddaughter of Inspector Barnes. Barnes catches them together in bed(at Barnes' house) and locks Lockwood in a cell, but at the urging of the reader, he releases Lockwood. The next day, Lucy and George find out about it over breakfast and laugh about the whole situation for the rest of the day. Thanks in advance

𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃

PAIRING : Anthony Lockwood x fem!reader

ONESHOT : in which lockwood gets arrested after his found in your bed, which is one hell of a story.

TRIGGERS : getting arresetd

A/N : I hope you enjoy this, if this isn't what you were hoping for, please dm me and I will do write it again or if you want an extention. I couldn't figure out how to write this well, but it was still fun to write all the same, thank you so much for this request! Please ignore any spelling and grammar errors, this is not proof-read!

WORD COUNT : 1.1k

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THE DOOR creaked open, startling me. I quickly sat up from my position next to Anthony. Grabbing at my blanket, trying to cover his face, hoping he wouldn't make any noise. 

"I forgot to tell you goodnight, so goodnight, also I may not be back until..." Montagu Barnes, my godfather, drew out his words as he looked at the lump of a body under the blanket. "Who is in your bed y/n?"

His voice was stern, causing me to slightly panic. I was quick to look next to me to see if I could try to cover for it by saying it was pillows, or the blanket was bunched. It was very clearly a tall figure and there was no way I was getting passed that. 

"No one, Mont, what are you talking about?" I tried my best to sound confused, but there was a panicked look on my face. 

"Whose there?" He asked again, his voice in a warning tone.

"Are you sure you don't want to get your eyes checked Barnes?" I joked, moving slightly.

Montagu ignored my comment and walked towards the bed, I shuffled slightly to try to get him to stop, but he was already pulling up the covers by the time I was able to reach his hand. He fully pulled them off to reveal Anthony Lockwood, laying down with wide eyes. He was in a white shirt and sweatpants.

"Oh, hello Inspector Barnes! What a surprise seeing you here!" He sat up and gave him his signature grin. 

"What are you doing in y/n's bed, Mr. Lockwood?" He asked, crossing his arms.

"y/n? I don't know who that is," He tried to cover, using his favourite 'never seen them before in my life' lie. 

"Get up Lockwood, I am taking you to DEPRAC for trespassing," Montagu pulled him out of bed by his arm and kept a hand on his shoulder.

"Montagu, please, we didn't do anything I swear," I pleaded, now getting out of bed on the opposite side. "Don't lock him up, he didn't do anything."

"You, be quiet, we are talking about this when I get home." He pointed at me and walked out the door with Anthony in his hold.

Anthony looked back and mouthed a sorry before Montagu closed the door behind them. Leaving me to get shake my head in silence. I was quick to decide that I needed to go help Anthony. I put on my normal clothes instead of the pyjamas I was wearing for bed. 

As soon as I was ready, I went out the door, to see that they were both already gone. Wasting no time, I gather my things and went I went outside, locking the door behind me. I saw Montagu's car turning the corner by the time I turned around. I was quick to run down the street, following behind. To an odd convince, there is a cab station not far from the house, only a block or two.

Once I was there, I got a cab, asking it to take me to DEPRAC. Once I was there I paid and went inside, saying hi to the normal workers and went straight towards Montague's office.

I didn't knock, I just opened the doors and interrupted a conversation between him and Sergeant Wade. I gave an annoyed look, walking in and crossing my arms.

"Hi Wade," I greeted, ignoring her confused and frustrated stare. "Mont, where did you put Lockwood?"

"I told you, I arrested him for trespassing, now go home, we will discuss this in the morning," He shooed me away.

"No, we are going to discuss this now," I didn't budge when he stood up and stood in front of me.

It wasn't often that we fought, but when we did, it was often loud and harsh. Just like it would be now.

We stood there for a few moments, just staring at each other, wondering who would make the first "attack." It was him. That is what started an hour-long argument between the two of us, which has now led to me on the ground in tears begging for him to let Anthony go.

"Fine! Fine! I will let him go," He finally cracked, which made me smile and jump up.

"Great, let's go get him! Oh and I am staying at his for the night," I looked to see a face about to argue with me again and cut him off. "Don't even try fighting me on this."

"Whatever, let's just go let Lockwood out," He grumbled, taking to the cells.

It was dark down there, quiet given there weren't many people there. We eventually stopped outside of one, where Lockwood sat on his bed. He must have heard us because he looked up and gave Montagu a shit-eating grin and walked towards the bars. 

"Good evening Inspector Barnes, I see your y/n here has convinced you to let me out," He gave me a much warmer smile before returning his look to Montagu. 

"Don't get too cocky now Lockwood, I can still put you behind these bars," He unlocked the lock and opened the bar door, letting Anthony walk out.

"Don't worry Inspector Barnes, I don't plan on returning anytime soon," He said, now standing next to me.

"Just, keep them safe," he threatened before bidding us goodnight, leaving us to leave for 35 Portland Row.

--

It is now morning, breakfast is on the table thanks to our wonderful chief, George Karim. I was sitting next to Anthony, across from Lucy. We all just got up so we were enjoying the silence.

"Why did you guys get home so late? Also, I thought you were staying at Barnes," Lucy asked, yawning a bit.

"Our plans kind of got ruined when Inspector Barnes caught us and arrested me," Anthony responded, shrugging it off like it was truly, no big deal.

"What the fuck?" George asked, setting down a final plate in front of us, before sitting next to Lucy.

"You got arrested?" Lucy questioned.

We explained the whole story, being sure to leave out the details of why exactly Anthony was in my bed. This left us joking about the whole thing only twenty minutes later, which I am sure will become an ongoing joke in this house. How often can you say that Anthony bloody Lockwood got ARRESTED because your godfather found him your bed? Not many, which makes it one hell of a story.

[multiverse-imagines]

A Request from DeadTides of AO3!

"Hello, would you mind writing some vash x reader fluff? I was thinking something like the reader is very shy about Vash's flirting, he finds it absolutely cute, idk...

Thank you in advance!"

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I didn't receive instructions on gender, so I kept it gender neutral ❤️ this will also be in Vash's pov!

A New Shade of Red

I had boarded the Sand Steamer which was on route to Octovern and made myself comfortable in the room I had paid extra for, so I didn't have to share with anyone. My stomach rumbled in retaliation at my lack of food so far today. I'd only had time for a café sandwich and a cup of coffee before getting in line for the Sand Steamer. With a sigh, I headed to the commons area where a few shops set up in addition to the concession stand I had been aiming to find. I stood in line noticing an absolute cutie in front of me! They hadn't turned around yet, but I just knew! The curves of their body, the choice in outfit, the lingering scent of shampoo under the perfume! This person was beautiful!

They were mumbling to themself as they fiddled with their wallet, dropping a quarter on the ground. It rolled behind them, tapping against my shoe, causing it to lay flat on the ground. They turned to pick up the quarter, when their eyes found mine. I was right; they were absolutely alluring. They paused, mouth agape. Did they recognize me? Did I startle them? Did I have something in my teeth?

"S-sorry to bother you." They said, dipping down to the floor to pick up their coin. Their voice was like a chorus of angels!

"N-No, that's alright. Can I just say that your eyes are quite lovely? Probably the most beautiful I've ever seen?" I had to tell them.

Now, usually when I tell a gorgeous person like this one something like this, they knock me away, or harrumph and ignore me.

But this one. They blushed. Turning beet red, they averted their eyes, shoulders scrunching up to their cheeks in an attempt to hide their lovely face.

"Oh, uh, thank you, Sir." Polite too!

"Say, um, why don't I buy your food? I know this lovely spot on the upper deck where we can sit and chat, if you'd like?"

"Oh, um, sure, I need some time out of my room anyway. They get kind of stuffy." They seemed to relax a little.

"Yeah, they can get that way. The ventilation isn't the greatest." I nodded. They said yes!

We ordered our food, and made our way to the upper deck. They didn't chat much. We found our spot that overlooked the sunset. The sky was turning a blazing red, orange, and pink before the transition to the east, where the sky was already turning a dark blue speckled with the brighter stars of the evening. A perfect scene for a love story.

"So have you been on the Sand Steamer before?" They finally broke our silence as they took a bite of their food.

"Yes, I've been on it a few times. It's pretty expensive sometimes, so I travel in other ways too."

"What kind of places do you travel to?"

"A little bit of everything. Sometimes to visit friends, sometimes to see the sights." I shrugged. I didn't need to tell her that I was Vash the Stampede. I really wanted to tell the story about the duel I had on this deck though. It was so intense.

"I see. I'm headed to Octovern from December to see some friends, myself."

"That's quite a distance. Must be good friends." I nodded.

"I don't make friends all that easily, so I like to keep the ones I have." They were absentmindedly picking at the sides of their fingers as they spoke. A nervous habit?

"I seem to think you're doing a good job right now.

I think we're friends already." I smiled at them. And there it was, a blush as deep as the reddened sky. I was beginning to like this color on them. I wanted to see it more often.

"R-really? Well, then, it's nice to meet you." They held out their hand for me to shake. They were so stiff as they introduced themself by name. I took their hand, giving a gentle grip that mirrored theirs.

"I'm Vash."

"I-I know." As if their face could be any more flushed.

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"Vash, that's so embarrassing!" They swayed back and forth as they held their hands to their face, their ears nearly releasing puffs of hot air from their increased heat.

"Aw, but Mayfly, you look so cute in that hat! It suits you!" I bent down to try being at face height.

"You think everything I wear suits me!" They peeked out from behind their fingers.

"Yeah, and you look gorgeous without everything too~" I whispered to their ear. A sharp squeak came from their throat, and they rested their head against my coat, both of which were now the same color.

It had been six months since we met on the Sand Steamer. Three since we started dating. Their inability to handle even the smallest of flirting gave me an inexpressible amount of joy. They deserved every compliment I gave them. We had talked about their past a few times. A lonely childhood, an absent family, and malnourished social skills made it hard for them to make friends, much less find a partner. If anyone understood their loneliness, I guess it was me. They were still getting used to having companionship, and someone who actually loved them. They were always a blushing mess, but it was great to know that they took my words to heart. I meant every one of them. Just another reason for red to still be my favorite color.

[aydaptic]

Sorry if you've already answered this before but I'm new to the fandom and I found your account through your web-comic and I was wondering what is it about Gavin that you like so much? Why is he one of your favourite characters in dbh? (I've noticed that he isn't much of a fan-favourite in this fandom 😔)

This'll be a long post, but you asked (...and I'll happily answer!) I'll add some descriptions for context. At the top of my head, I can think of 21 reasons why I like his canon equivalent.

1. He's charismatic

Gav gives off an energy that makes it easy to hang onto his every word. I can quote all his lines by heart and I like listening to Neil Newbon (in this specific role) talk. I remember some of Kamski's lines as well -- also mo-capped/voice acted by Newbon -- but Kamski doesn't have nearly as much charisma as Gav does.

2. He's expressive

Ppl who 'talk with their hands' are more charismatic. Gav is all over the place in the break room if you stick around. Hand gestures capture people's attention as they emphasize what is being said.

3. He doesn't think androids are alive (...so in his eyes, the way he treats them isn't wrong)

"Could always try roughin' it up a little. After all... it's not human." - Gavin Reed, The Interrogation

That means he wouldn't rough up a human suspect. This alone justifies his unpleasant attitude towards androids. Hank -- who treated Connor way worse than Gav ever did -- changed his mind. Nothing says Gav can't do the same.

If Alexa suddenly said she was alive, the vast majority wouldn't take it seriously (if any at all.)

4. He's sarcastic

"Congratulations on last night, very impressive." - Gavin Reed, Waiting For Hank...

5. He has dark humor

6. He looks down on people that pay for s*x

Quote above. You don't call someone a "pervert" if you agree with their actions. The Eden Club, in particular, is immoral AF... bc those androids don't have a choice. Gav doesn't care about them being androids, but he still looks down on the guy who paid money to get laid, and I applaud Gav for that. Especially when said guy also had a wife and kids.

7. He has valid concerns about androids taking jobs

Anyone who says differently is either in denial, uninformed, or never had a job they were scared to get fired from. There's already been an uproar about ChatGPT and that's nothing compared to how advanced Detroit: Become Human androids are. The unemployment rate in this game is 37% -- higher than it was during the Great Depression and C*VID -- and androids are the main cause.

I've seen a lot of ppl ask this question:

Q: Why not just buy an android and have them do your job for you, then? You get the money anyway bc it's your android!

A: Bc, believe it or not, the vast majority of men want to work. This is a strange concept to grasp for a lot of ppl. I admire Gav for being one of those men who wants to do it themselves. Letting someone else do your job is taking the easy way out.

8. He's a hard worker

Gallery: "...Ruthlessly ambitious, Reed will do anything to advance his career, even if it means treading on other peoples’ toes."

9. He's ambitious

See the quote above.

10. He doesn't sleep well

This isn't just a headcanon. He has literal bags under his eyes. Just knowing he doesn't sleep well already has me asking, "why?" It's interesting.

11. He puts his feet on the table

After Connor interacts with him in the break room, Gav will go to his desk and do this. I'll go into detail about why this contributes to my liking his character in the very last point.

12. He calls Hank out on his alcoholism

As much as most of us love Hank, he's not in a good space mentally. Showing up drunk/hungover to work should not be tolerated. It not only puts coworkers, but also civilians, at risk. Hank should be in therapy instead of working at the DPD until he gets his life sorted out.

13. He calls Fowler out for giving Hank special treatment

"You won't get away with it this time." - Gavin Reed, The Interrogation (after Hank pulls a literal gun on a human coworker AKA Gav)

So Gav has brought it up to Fowler before and is about to do it again. Ties into the point above. What Hank does -- like assaulting a literal FBI agent -- shouldn't be tolerated.

14. He's a control freak

I gravitate towards ppl and characters who take charge. Those who like being in control and know what they're doing. I'm a control freak myself, but I'd prefer to let someone else take the reins as long as I agree with their methods. I like it when ppl know what they want and act on it. Gav does both.

15. He's protective of his coworkers

I was unsure whether or not to add this as I guess it can be seen as a subjective theory and not an objective fact.

Gav only ever steps in with the gun in The Interrogation when Con uses aggressive force on Chris Miller by tearing him away from the deviant. Con did this after disobeying Gav 3 times. So yeah. Gav is justified for stepping in. Hank, on the other hand, isn't justified for pulling a gun on a human coworker. I see this scene as Gav protecting Chris from Con who is showing signs of deviancy.

16. He can't wink

Endearing.

17. He pouts a lot

Again, endearing.

18. He swears like a sneezing kitten

Same as the two points above.

19. He doesn't like Connor

I don't like Con, either. Yeah. We exist. Personality types like Con's "let's be friends" attitude and constant positivity pisses me off. Before anyone comments that the player decides Con's personality... no. Only to an extent. There are several instances where the player has no say whatsoever. Some of Con's pre-determined responses annoy me.

20. He has great fashion

Big fan of leather jackets.

21. I like him bc I'm a narcissist at times

He's essentially the male equivalent of me to the T. I'm only an asshole internally, though. We love (or hate) characters we relate to. I relate to every single point except 17 and 18 on this list.

There you go :)

His OOC fanon equivalent has a huge fanbase -- especially on Twitter/X and Tumblr turning him into a blushing teenage girl -- but it seems like I'm the only person who can't stand that OOC portrayal of him. That said, I adore his canon equivalent in all his asshole glory.

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Ferrari-Raikkonen agreement and Vettel gives his blessing to the choice

The [Prancing] Horse announces the signing for 2016 in advance. Arrivabene: “Stability wins. Now repay us.” The Finn: “I’m ending my career at Maranello.”

Some saw it as a done deal. It had even been defined as “a business for the quoting of Ferrari in Wall Street.” And yet it has always been clear that Valtteri Bottas’ landing in red was anything but simple: the 20 million dollars requested by Williams to release him from an already-signed option danced around. Thus in the end Bottas will not drive for the Horse. Kimi Raikkonen will remain at Maranello next year as well. Yesterday Ferrari caught everyone by surprise with the official announcement. An early move, perhaps to avoid other speculations, since in F1 market games are done in the summer, but then the announcements usually straddle the Italian GP at Monza. Raikkonen’s signing instead happened much earlier, probably the day after the Hungarian GP, beautiful and unfortunate for the Finn.

STABILITY It was understood that Raikkonen’s confirmation was likely, although not certain. The team principal Maurizio Arrivabene never alienated him, trying at most to keep him on his toes to push him into giving his best. Then Sebastian Vettel has always shown a shameless cheering for his teammate, with whom he shares a great friendship. And the technical director James Allison hasn’t pushed against it, despite Raikkonen’s difficulty in adapting to the car or perhaps even because of it. Did it weigh in Kimi’s favour that there was also an assessment of the causes of apparently inexplicable incidents like the tailspin at the hairpin in Canada or the one on the straight in Zeltweg? “We are convinced that Kimi’s confirmation will contribute to give the team stability, counting also on the excellent relationship that binds him to Seb—” Arrivabene comments— “It’s a show of trust on our part which we hope is repaid.”

VERSTAPPEN & CO The fact remains that something must have been unlocked in the last month, bringing about the positive result of the renewal talks and thus the signing. In fact Ferrari had contacted many drivers: not just Bottas, for whom at the end a convenient financial mediation was not achieved with Williams, but also Nico Hulkenberg, Jenson Button and above all Daniel Ricciardo, bound by a long-term contract with Red Bull. Even the young phenomenon Max Verstappen was among the targets: Ferrari tried to immediately snatch him from Helmut Marko, but the baby figlio d’arte* has a contract for 2016 as well that he cannot get out of, so the talk is postponed to 2017 when there will be clauses to exploit. With this (more or less credible) shortlist of candidates, the red [team] could have waited for at least Spa-Francorchamps and Monza, two races which usually change the outcome of the championship and the fate of the drivers, before confirming Raikkonen. But no.

RENEGOTIATION? The acceleration, more than for a lack of alternatives (in the end neither Kimi had them), could therefore be connected to the renegotiation of Raikkonen’s contract, who returned to Ferrari last year with a 2-year contract (2014-2015) which foresaw an option for 2016. It is possible that the Horse managed to not consider that clause, signed when Montezemolo and Domenicali were still at the helm, and discussed Raikkonen’s engagement on other bases. Maybe with a reduction of the fixed part of his salary and an increase of the bonuses connected to results. So that Kimi, currently being paid 11 million euros excluding bonuses, will earn in proportion to the performance he offers next year. Hoping that it's better than the single podium (the second place in Bahrain this year) obtained so far after his return. “Staying at Ferrari for another season means that the dream goes on. For me this is like a family and it is with this team that I want to end my career,” said the 35-year-old Finn yesterday via the press release distributed by the Horse.

NURSERY NO Now it’s up to Kimi, like Arrivabene emphasised, to repay that trust. Already starting with the GP this Sunday in Spa, promised land of the 2007 Ferrari world champion, who has won four times in Belgium: twice with McLaren and twice in his first life at Maranello. We’ll see. There remains however the mourning for a Ferrari that once again does not “risk” and makes a convenient choice, refusing for example to launch a youngster from its nursery (Marciello or Fuoco) next to super Vettel and even going to look for the competition’s foreign talent (Verstappen.) The new management, it is evident, prioritises making a winning car and no longer believes in the project of the Academy of Maranello, whose future at this point seems scratched.

*[A/N: figlio d'arte = someone who's in the same profession as their parents]

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— Peg me, Darling

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Fandom — Honkai Star Rail Pairing — Sampo Koski/AFAB! reader (no pronouns used) Summary — Sampo was always full of surprises, but sometimes, you surprise him Content Warnings — top reader, pegging, use of sex toys (anal plug, lube, strap on, vibrators), overstimulation (male receiving), anal (male receiving), handjobs, cum as lube (in handjob), use of nicknames (darling (both himself and you), princess (you)), bratting (Sampo), suggestive ending Word Count — 1.7k Author's Note — thank you so much everyone for the recent influx of followers/support on my works. This is mostly self-indulgent but I wanted to take the time to thank everyone for joining me on my horny rambles. This will be posted on ao3 as well

Sampo Koski was always full of surprises, one just so happened to be wanting to be willingly pegged.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, his confident smirk lighting up the room, you couldn’t help but fumble a bit with the latches around your waist. He was just about to get his ass railed and yet he was sitting there, being a cocky shitlord as he watched you put on the straps, watched as you fit the harness to your waist and the silicon dick bobbed a few times from each movement.

You were going to enjoy wiping that smirk off his face.

“You said you prepped beforehand?” His text messages had ingrained themselves into your mind at this point, sunken into the crevices of each grove of your muscle, but yet it stuck to the front, repeating over and over. This man had not only agreed to let you fuck him but had even prepared everything in advance to make things easier. He bought the toys and the strap, he prepped the lube that sat on the bedside table of his shitty little apartment, the lid already popped open as lube dripped from the squeeze bottle and onto the scratched wood.

Yet he didn’t move from that bloody bed, instead crossing one leg over another, his cock angry and red as it pressed up and against his chiselled stomach. “Sure did, couldn’t let my darling be bored by prepping me. You want the fun part.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the way his hands danced through the air as he spoke, making it seem like he was the main attraction — which, to be fair, he was — of a circus, but yet as you finally closed the distance, leaning towards the lube on the table, you held the bottle in your hand, feeling the weight of it in your palm. “Something on your mind?”

“Just thinking about how we’re going to do this.” Your hair was pushed away from your face as Sampo raised his head to meet your eye, watching as those emerald greens danced around in their silly mirth like they usually did. He was such a fool, but also yet such an angel. “Is there anything you want to do?”

“As long as I get to make you happy, I don’t mind.” You were meant to be the one in control but yet he seized it so casually, feeling the way his lips brushed against your stomach as he leaned forward, humming softly against your skin. “But I do want to control the vibrating bit in your cunt.”

You fucking knew that part wasn’t just some weird insertion. “Sampo.”

“Couldn’t leave you out of all the fun.” Watching the way he leaned back onto his bed, his shoulder blades hit the surprisingly made sheets, his years of running from the Silvermane guard had defiantly paid off in terms of flexibility as he so easily pulled his legs over his head and caused the chain between the purple nipple clamps to jingle with movement.

“Is…” That was a plug, one that stood out against the pale skin of his ass and covered his puckered hole. Purple, shiny, you swore the thing had glitter as you stared at it. Is this what he had meant about preparing? Your snickers turned to giggles quickly, unable to contain yourself as you looked up at him, “had to match it to your hair?”

“You said purple looks nice on me.” Well, it most certainly does, but yet there was something about him paying attention to it for his outfit compared to shoving it up his asshole. As he began to blabber on about purple, your fingers came to the flared head of the plug, letting him be mid-sentence before you slowly pulled it out, listening to the way he shuddered and groaned doing so. “Hey, that was a surprise attack!” You should probably get him a gag for that pretty mouth of his too, make sure he couldn’t talk while you fucked him, but you wanted to hear those sweet moans.

Fake dick lubricated, Sampo on his back with his legs curled up towards his face, you practically were all set, your fingers coming to rest against the back of his knee, letting your nails gently scratch at the skin. “What’s the safeword?”

“Gepard.” It was a stupid one considering the name was of the guard that wanted him in custody, but it worked all the same, watching the way his lopsided smile was wiped off his face the moment that the silicon was pressed against his tight ring. Of course, this was the first time he had allowed the lovely you to top him, but that was another story. You could see the way his eyes lit in anticipation but yet his brow furrowed in preparation.

Oh sweet Sampo, he certainly had a hard time making up his mind when his other harder friend was sure enjoying the attention.

“Oh, but first.” Something clicked in Sampo’s hand and the toy nestled in your cunt whirled to life, causing you to jolt as it started slow. “Now you can start.” What a little bitch. Letting your eyes narrow at his, you braced a hand against the back of one of his muscular thighs, the other hand coming to grasp at the cock, feeling it softly vibrate in your hand. Were the vibrations for his pleasure or yours? You frankly couldn’t tell but yet as you pushed the head of the silicon past the ring of muscle, you watched as he did his best to stay perfectly relaxed.

“You’re doing so well…” You muttered, grazing your lips against one of his calves, eyes fixated on your lover’s face, “So pretty.” So perfect. You couldn’t help but admire the way his lips parted as you inched in little by little, watching the way his eyes squeezed shut with each pant. So perfect, so good, such a nice little hole. You could imagine how tight he was, see the way he sucked in the fake dick. You wished you could feel him instead of these damn vibrations. Leaning down to his neck, you licked a soft stripe up the front, your nose brushing against the beginning of his stubble. “Hanging in there, darling?” you asked, using his nickname for you against him.

“Fine, darling, I’m fine.” He always kept his composure, through disguise and action, but yet there was something about the way his smile broke slightly, how his eyebrow twitched. May the Aeons have mercy on him, you were about to make him scream Nihility’s name. “I’m just- oh goodness.” The first crack of his voice as you experimentally rutted against him was enough to make your lip twitched up into a knowing smirk, watching the way his emerald eyes met yours.

Oh, oh, you liked this power over him, you liked watching him squirm as you pulled the strap out to the tip, making him feel so empty before making him so full again. If the sun were to explode, if life ceased to exist, you would etch the look on his face in your mind for the rest of your time on this god-forsaken planet. Sampo, under you, whimpering from you? It was too good to not remember. His fingers flexed into that pillow, still attempting to keep his composure, to keep control on the situation, but yet as you began to pace yourself, hearing the way skin slapped against skin, it melted away.

There were many things that Sampo Koski was prepared for, but none of them included getting to experience his prostate being fucked against by the person above him. Even if he had been caught off guard by the pleasure, even if he was caught off guard by how vulnerable he was, there were still some tricks up his sleeve as the remote in his hand clicked once more. Your body bent forward, your head pressing against his chest as the vibrator in your cunt sped up.

“What’s wrong?” He was able to chuckle finally able to get back his breath, “a bit too buzzy?” A long, drawn-out moan was released from his lips as your hand grasped around his neglected dick, giving a quick pump. He twitched in your hand, hard and heavy, cum slowly dribbling from the head that acted as lube somewhat as you slowly began to pump in time with your thrusts. Each movement moved the vibrator in your cunt, feeling your own juices stain the leather of the straps and down your legs, most likely making a pretty work of the carpet underneath your feet.

You needed to get those whimpers, those whines, those calls of your name every time the tip met that little bundle of nerves inside him. What a treat, to see him squirm and whine and plead for mercy as your hips hit that spot with precision, but you did not dare to let yourself slow, even as you planted firmly in him, feeling the way his thighs jolted with each stroke and fuck. Tears fluttered his lashes from where they escaped the corners of his eyes, nuzzling deep into the pillow under his head.

To cross lands and seas, to cross the stars that made up your galaxy, you would do so to meet him again, to fuck him again, to see the lock on his face again as he finally met his peek. How pretty were those tears that ran down his cheeks as you stroked him through his orgasm, line after line of white dancing across his toned chest and abs as you eased him through it, one pump after another. You kept fucking him, pumping him, until he was empty and then some, just to feel the way his cock twitched with his heartbeat as overstimulation took hold. His breathing was laboured, his back arched as he struggled to capture his breath.

But Sampo Koski wasn’t done just yet. The deal always had to be sealed.

The vibrator shut off as you whined, your own high beginning to ease away from you as you glared at your lover, but yet Sampo’s dexterous form was easy enough to get out of this situation. The buckles were undone to the harness at the speed of light, and your body was picked up and easily thrown onto his chest.

“We’re not done yet, princess.” Sampo Koski always made good use of his tongue. It was going to be a long night.

[dialyasuho]

— TEO TORRIATTE , good morning to me 3 months ago

next ; ii. first fifteen thousand meters｜table of contents

words ; 1024 words

IT WAS September 25th, 1890. People from all over the world gathered at the beach of San Diego for one joint reason. Why you may ask? For the Steel Ball Run race of course! Everyone on this beach had a goal to win this race for one reason or another... but... one person had no intentions to win going into this race. Hell, they didn't even go into this race to survive.

The entire town surrounding the startline at San Diego Beach was bombarded by participants, it was hard to go... anywhere. Avery Evermore rode into town on their trusty steed, Night Rider. They had hoped they made it on time for the beginning of the race AND enough time to actually sign up.

They even came two days in advance to be certain Avery could apply in time! Avery had made sure they had everything they needed to apply... $1,200 USD... check! Night Rider... of course! Race Supplies... double check. Okay! Avery was ready!

Avery made their way over to one of the booths set up for people to enter into the race. It was a box with a chain fence on the window of it with a small slit to pass information from the person and the booth clerk. There were a few counters in a small building on the beach.

Walking up to a free booth with their horse and bag, Avery placed the $1,200 entry fee on the counter.

"When the $1,200 entry fee is paid, there will be no refunds due to personal reasons. The start of the race in two days will be held rain or shine, regardless of accidents. Please sign here to acknowledge the rules," spoke the booth clerk, as he slid the agreement form, "we'll record the rider's fingerprints and horses' noseprints on the starting day. Once recorded, exchange of riders or horses is strictly prohibited."

The booth clerk handed over 2 other things as well towards Avery. "This is your player identification card, Number B-555. Also included is the race commemoration badge," continued the clerk, continuing on with what he has probably said to 100 other eager participants that day... Avery took the identification card and badge, placing the two items in their bag.

Avery grabbed the pen provided and signed their name onto the document: "Avery E." There! Avery was all signed up. They had already made her way outside; heading for a tent to settle in. Just had to wait out the next—

From a few meters over, Avery heard a... fight? There was a generally unremarkable man... and a man with blonde hair wearing a strange hat with holes in it and two green steel balls attached to a chest holster? Ah! It looked like it would become a full on gun duel?!

It was causing quite the commotion... Avery stayed a good bit away from the ordeal but close enough to see what was happening, holding onto the reins of their horse to keep her close.

The blonde man— somehow made the gun shoot the gunner himself! Avery saw there was some sort of rotation that happened to the man's shooting shoulder... Huh. As he was walking off... noticed Avery and he flashed them a smile before chuckling, "Nyo ho~!" Before continuing to walk off? What... a strange man...

Avery made their way to one of the unoccupied tents, they had heard something— Huh?! Johnny Joestar... his legs moved? Avery could have sworn they had moved... but last they heard, he became completely paraplegic! Ah... whatever. As bizarre as it was, it didn't involve them!

Leaving their horse in a pen until the beginning of the race; Avery had set up in one of the unoccupied tents nearby the pens. They knew Night Rider would get a bit antsy if she got lonely... It was probably best to be nearby to ease Night Rider's nerves.

Three hours before the beginning of the race... Avery checked their bag again to make sure they had EVERYTHING THEY NEEDED. They did NOT want to get into the race just to forget something dumb...! Okay so—

What consisted of Avery's items were: a Flint Lock pistol, a rope, a blanket, a horse brush, saddle, towel, a canteen, canned foods, a knife, a pocket mirror, thread and needles, toothbrush and tooth powder, matches, chopsticks, a map, toilet paper, soap, small bottles of shampoo and conditioner, small bag with some small items inside, 2 bandage wraps, medicine, a compass, and a small notebook with a pencil attached.

Okay! Avery was all set! Hm? There was a commotion outside in the horse pen? Johnny Joestar... again? He was trying to get on a supposedly untamable horse— at least... that's what Avery heard a few men say. Ah! There was that blonde man again too! Avery just couldn't stay away from there two huh...? Hm.. was Joestar planning on entering the race? That's what it seemed like to Avery. Whatever he had in mind, they would hope he would succeed! That was the least Avery could do.

Thirty minutes until the beginning of the Steel Ball Run Race began! Avery lined up in their corresponding spot before the start time of the race. Huh... Avery was just about 80 horses away from that blonde man from earlier. They listened intently to Steven Steel's speech from where they were.

"Pfft... heheh," Avery softly giggled at Steven Steel's 'break the ice' joke. Though— Avery had tensed up when they had heard an all too familiar name was competing... Diego Brando. Avery had just hoped they would avoid HIM this ENTIRE race if lucky!

Their eyes followed Johnny as he was dragged by the horse called 'Slow Dancer' Avery believed... Something about Johnny and that other man... something about them drew Avery to them. Avery wondered just why exactly... Then! Johnny Joestar miraculously made it onto the horse in some sort of spinning motion— like a force flung him onto it! Avery saw it with their own eyes!

There was no time to even ponder on that right now though! Avery heard the announcement...

The race... was about to begin.

[slaughtergutz]

So if anyone was interested in the mods I got this weekend, here is my skin under the cut (freshly peeled) (meaning it's gorey this is your warning.)

Also a bit about my implant removal (sobs I miss it sm)

That was Saturday, this wassssss this morning?

It's on my sternum and pretty fucking big and Jesus fucking Christmas it was the most painful thing ever. Wish I had the foresight to bring numbing cream. It was funny tho Frankie kept saying I was a badass bc they've had people screaming when getting it done lmao

And here is the implant I USED to have

Now removed because it was on my wrist and causing really bad carpal tunnel every now and then. It was completely encapsulated in scar tissue, and they've never had such a difficult removal before (which is why they had to cut in like 3 times.) The large amount of scar tissue is likely why I had so much pain. When I got my ears done by Samppa last year he noted that it was all really tight so massaging scar tissue to be softer is really important for the longevity of implants.

My mod artist this time around was Shawn O'Hare, who had put in the initial implant (and I had already paid him in advance for a second implant when I got the first done bc I wanted both done that day but he had advised against it bc of an allergic reaction I was recovering from on the other arm. So instead of getting the second I put the money towards removal + scarification. Because I'm not wasting $800+ regardless of what some Anonymous Fucking Tumblr User wants to say.) (and then block me for seeing a different mod artist. Man that was weird. I digress)

Him and Frankie were really reassuring and caring the entire time and I was pleasantly surprised I didn't get misgendered once despite not having seen them for like 2 years. (Being a they/them it's a bit rare lol)

If you got any questions feel free to hit me up!

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

TW – child sexual abuse, organized abuse, forced prostitution of a child / trafficking(?), negative talk of my own disabilites/being intersex, one mention of dying young because of said disabilities

(i didn't realise how heavy this was until going back to add these warnings after writing haha, feel free to delete if this is too much at all and i apologize if it is)

hi, i'm not sure what exactly i'm looking for by sending this, sorry. i think i just need to get all of my thoughts out honestly, but if you have any advice or kind words they're very appreciated <3

apology in advance if this is a little. jumbled? i've never put any of this down in words before, sorry

i'm 15 years old, and i feel like i have too many problems with getting older. every month that passes by feels like i'm just getting closer to something horrible. it feels like i'm watching milk expire.

i think the main reason is because i was sexually abused as a child. multiple people were involved in it, including my mother (who i am away from now) and other distant family members. she was paid by the people doing it. it had been happening since i was born and it stopped when i was 10, when i moved in with my father.

i think the main thing that influenced the fear i have now of getting older is one specific 'client'. he hurt me on a regular basis, but i also knew him outside of that because he was friends with my mother. he'd pick me up from school and help me with homework and buy me things when he wasn't hurting me, and when i was young and that was normal to me he was somebody i cared for a lot. when i turned 8 he dropped contact completely. told my mother i was 'too old for his tastes' and i never heard from him again.

i know it's something i should've been happy about. it was one less person abusing me, and i should've been happy, but when i was 8 what was happening to me was what i thought was normal. it had been my entire life, and he'd been there since i was months old both to hurt me and to not. i grew up thinking he was in love with me, and suddenly i was just. too old. none of it mattered anymore, because 8 years old was 'too old' for a 34 year old man.

every year since then, at every birthday there's just been a lingering feeling that i'm 'too old'. i had an expiration date to him, and now every year i'm just waiting until i reach my expiration date for everyone else. i think i already have, in some ways.

i'm intersex and physically disabled, both from disabilities caused by repeated injuries and ones i've had from birth. i wonder if that was part of it sometimes. i think for some people i reached my expiration date the second i was born and the doctors knew i was wrong in so many ways. maybe it's morbid, but sometimes i think the fact that i'm going to die young because of it is an act of mercy.

i don't want to feel old anymore. i wanna be young like everybody says i am and i want to be normal. i want a normal body and i want to not have an expiration date anymore. i want my autonomy back and i want my body back and i want to be a kid. i hate that i can't have any of that anymore and i hate everyone who took it from me and i'm so tired of grieving a version of me that never existed

if you read this all the way through, thank you for listening to me, even if you don't have anything to respond with. i've never put any of this down into words before and even if you don't, it's been more helpful than i can express just to finally feel safe enough to even type this out. your blog is an amazing space <3

-🌊

Hi 🌊,

I'm so sorry about what you've been through, and while the SA happened when you were younger, you are still a child (not in a demeaning way, just a matter of fact way). I think it can be hard to recognize this especially if you've had experiences where you were made to feel like you're "too old". It makes sense to tie your sense of worth so closely to this man due to potential trauma bonding or grooming. And having the horrific experiences that you've survived can certainly feel like your innocence or childhood was permanently stolen from you.

I know in many ways society has framed it so that being disabled or intersex is seen as "not normal" and somehow wrong, but it could be helpful to remember that normalcy is a subjective experience because being intersex and disabled is normal for someone who is intersex and disabled. What society deems abnormal can come with hefty stigma that can be easy to internalize, especially as someone from marginalized demographics.

If you can access or afford it, a mental health professional such as a therapist could help you process your experiences, how they've shaped your self-perception, and can equip you with some healthy coping mechanisms that you can take with you along your healing journey.

If anyone has any comments or suggestions, feel free to add on. Otherwise, I hope I could help, and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

[kieairakitty]

June 8th - Frustration

Frustrated is my feeling for the day.

I am disappointed that Daddy and Sissy have pretty much given up on quitting smoking already. I am frustrated that Sissy constantly doesn’t follow the rules, I feel like I am the one that is being the Domme but I am having to do it through Daddy.

I have been questioned myself a lot lately. Perhaps I am not a submissive, perhaps I am a switch. Should I let loose my Mistress side? Domme Lea but be dommed by Daddy? How would I even bring that up, and how would that dynamic even work? (side note - because I feel like I want sissy and daddy to read this - this is nothing set I just need to get my thoughts out of my head)

I feel like I could be a Mistress again (I used to do it all the time in RP) Anarane was a Switch, she dommed many people, but only the truly strong males could dom her ... and it was pretty hot. Their hand wrapping around her throat and forcing her to submit .... mmph.... just remembering it makes me tingle.

(Might have to make a seperate post for Daddy and Sissy to read and leave out the trip down memory lane lol)

I am also frustrated because I feel like Daddy needs to be a stronger dom, but Im not sure if he can be. He is a sweet, soft, caring Daddy - which don’t get me wrong I love - but sometimes I want more, and sometimes I feel like Lea needs more. I don’t want to force Daddy into being something he is not. So I have also contemplated perhaps seeking out another more Dominate Dom to join our family .... not that I ever would without talking to everyone first, but it is a thought that crosses my mind quite often.

I havent been feeling very little lately, and I miss having my little days ... that is something I dont ever want to give up, but if Im going to have to take control and be the one who decides on discipline, pain or pleasure, then lets just do that.

For starters, I’d limit them both to 4 smokes a day and if they use them all up early. Too bad, deal with it until the next day and try to ration it better. Or I’d st certain times, you get one when you wake up. One more around lunch, one in the afternoon and one after dinner. Not only would it help their health, it would save us all money - which we are all rather short on. It makes me feel guilty about going out for dinner, when I know were struggling and going to be out of money again come Monday and just barely hanging on until my payday.

As it is, I did a cash advance for Ottawa, paid it back then borrowed again because I didnt have any cash left. And will probably have to do it again this pay. Hoping come the first when I get my double pay I can pay it off and then leave it alone.

Sissy is even worse off, she’s living off her overdraft, which is causing friction in her and Kirstens relationship, and I was rather annoyed when Daddy said she could buy some toys at Walmart. Managed to convince her to buy something that was more useful and less money at least, but she was rather mad when I took her toys and said not unless daddy says .... and then he goes and says yes.

I feel like I have to remind him to check in on Sissy, to make sure she’s wearing her glasses, or drinking water (which I dont think she has done in days) yet he doesnt really check in with me and there is no one to remind him that I need help too. 

Perhaps our dynamic should shift. I need a Master, I would then be a MIstress to Lea ... but would still be Daddys girl and Sissy would be daddys brat. I dunno, Im just trying to figure everything out.

Im also frustrated with the pets. I hate that Loki is always in my face. His humping the bed bothers me as does his gross penis. I dunno it just makes me uncomfortable. I am not a dog person by any means, and Id never ask sissy to give up her dog, I hate that Boba and Loki dont get along, but I also like that hes not in the living room and constantly in my face. I feel like if he was, I’d end up sequestering myself to the bedroom a lot, just to be away from him and with my kitties. Dogs are fun once in a while, but Im not a huge fan of living with one. *This part I would never tell Lea though, as I know it would really upset her*

I am worried about when Kirsten comes to live here. The way Lea gets annoyed with her antics makes me upset, I still feel a bit awkward and uncomfortable around her, especially when we are alone. And even on the Ottawa trip I foud myself saying “Shut up” In my head when she would start going on about certain things, and just wanting to get away from her. She tries to get it on the play time and it seems to only bother Lea, which in turn bothers me, but also makes me feel bad that Kirsten is often left out. 

I love Lea, and I love having her here, but every once in a while I wonder .... did we jump into this too fast? If it was just Lea, no dog, no Kirsten, I feel like things would be fine - we could just deal with the Dominance issue, but it’s not and I need to find a way to deal with everything all at once.

*Slight side note - Im annoyed that Sissy stays up all night and then naps all day. I again feel like this is something Daddy needs to address as her Dom, but I get tired of being the one to have to point these things out.

Think I got enough off my mind to have a nap before I have to go to my doctors appointment - another thing that annoys me - why am I always the one that has to sleep on the couch? I was looking forward to having the bed to myself for a bit after Daddy left for work but she came in right away and I was frustrated so I ended up just getting up - took care of my cats and her dog because of course she went to bed late so shes sleeping through his whining. I think this family really needs to figure out a routine.

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Stormy Daniels Speaks Out After Trump Indictment amid Fears for Her Safety

March 31, 2023 9:39 PM PST

Stormy Daniels is weighing in on the indictment against Donald Trump.

via People:

On Thursday, the former president, 76, was indicted by a grand jury in New York, making him the first sitting or former president in U.S. history to face criminal charges. The indictment comes more than six years after he allegedly paid $130,000 in hush money to adult film star Stormy Daniels while he was the presidential candidate in 2016.

“Trump is no longer untouchable,” Daniels told The Sunday Times. “A person in power is not exempt from the law. And no matter what your job is, or what your bank account says, you’re held accountable for the things you’ve said and done, and justice is served.”

Though she added that the grand jury’s decision is “vindication,” she also said, “It’s bittersweet. He’s done so much worse that he should have been taken down [for] before. I am fully aware of the insanity of it, being a porn star. But it’s also poetic; this p—- grabbed back.”

She went on to share her thoughts on the inevitable fallout over the indictment.

“It’s monumental and epic, and I’m proud,” Daniels said. “The other side of it is that it’s going to continue to divide people and bring them up in arms. He’s already gotten away with inciting a riot, and causing death and destruction. Whatever the outcome is, it’s going to cause violence, and there’s going to be injuries and death. There’s the potential for a lot of good to come from this. But either way, a lot of bad is going to come from it, too.”

Daniels, whose real name is Stephanie Clifford, told the outlet that since the indictment she has already been the target of threats on “all social media platforms, and email, and phone,” adding that she’s afraid “for the first time ever.”

“Part of me is hesitant to say that, because you don’t want blood in the water. It kind of encourages the sharks. It’s especially scary because Trump himself is inciting violence and encouraging it.”

She clarified that Trump isn’t the one she’s afraid of.

“The country is more divided and people are more desperate. I’m not afraid of him, or of the government, but it just takes one crazy supporter who thinks they’re doing God’s work or protecting democracy.”

She’s also not “as scared” to see Trump in court, pointing out, “I’ve seen him naked. There’s no way he could be scarier with his clothes on. And after what [Michael] Avenatti put me through last January, I’m not as scared.”

Avenatti, Daniels’ former lawyer, was convicted of fraud after he stole around $300,000 of the $800,000 advance for her October 2018 book Full Disclosure about her alleged affair with Trump prior to his presidency. He was his own counsel and grilled Daniels for hours when she was on the stand, per The Times. He was sentenced to four years last year.

Daniels said she’s ready to serve as a witness for the historic trial in the charges against Trump.

“I hope that I do have to. I’m not afraid, I have nothing to hide, and I look forward to telling everybody what I know.”

Revealing her first thoughts on Trump’s indictment, Daniels said it was “a shock. There was no warning.” She had just woken up from a nap and was outside riding her horse.

“There’s something really ironic and hilarious that I got the news about the indictment while I was sitting on a horse named Redemption,” she joked, noting that she purchased Redemption with a portion of the alleged six-figure payout she received from Trump.

Though Daniels has alleged she and Trump had sex in a hotel room in Nevada back in 2006, Trump has denied the claim. His now-former attorney Michael Cohen pleaded guilty to charges related to the lump sum in 2018 and was sentenced to three years in prison. He was also disbarred.

Asked what the money was for if she and Trump allegedly didn’t have sex, Daniels said, “I don’t know. I don’t think he’s ever answered that question.”

She went on to share her thoughts about Cohen, who she made amends with in February 2021. “I know that he is worried for his safety and his family — and even my safety.”

“He was sort of responsible for making my life hell, indirectly. But part of me understands that he was trying to be loyal and do his job and really thought he was trying to do the right thing. And it takes a brave person to do what he’s done.”

Adding what she believes was the turning point in her alleged encounter with Trump, Daniels continued, “If I hadn’t signed the NDA, and I hadn’t taken the hush money, then he didn’t do anything wrong. He banged another hot chick — which he’s kind of known for doing — and nothing about that is illegal. Signing the NDA and taking the hush money was actually the greatest gift that I gave. Because it’s what made it illegal, which made it possible to actually go after him.”

She added that her work as an adult film star was “used to ruin my credibility.”

“Can you think of a single time that ‘porn star’ wasn’t put in front of my name?” she told The Sunday Times.” Imagine if I did something else — would ‘school teacher Stormy Daniels,’ or ‘accountant Stormy Daniels’ have ever been printed? No, it was salacious and used against me and used to ruin my credibility.”

She did, however, use the title to her advantage. “Because I couldn’t be shamed. I couldn’t be threatened with nude photos — they are everywhere.”

When she first shared her story, she said she “would get messages that my daughter should be euthanized.” But when she tied the knot with another porn star, Barrett Blade, last year she thought the drama “was behind me. And now I’m responsible for subjecting another person and another person’s family to s— that they didn’t ask for. I feel like I’m a danger to anybody who I love or care about, or supports me or I’m friends with.”

Asked if she has regrets about going public with the allegations against Trump, she said she has mixed feelings.

“Sometimes in the moment, I’m like, ‘What the f— was I thinking? Was it worth it?’ But I wouldn’t be able to look at myself in the mirror. If I could go back far enough to where I did go to the hotel that night, I wouldn’t have done that. But…coming forward, I would do the same thing again. Because it was the right thing to do.”

The charges against Trump may be made public next Tuesday, when the former president is expected to appear in a Manhattan courtroom for his arraignment, according to his attorneys.

Who would’ve ever thought that Stormy Daniels would end up being the person to send Donald Trump to jail?

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[leam1983]

The worst are the leprechauns.

Padraig O'Gill, who I mostly just anglicize to Patrick so the occasional late-night donut-runner doesn't risk seeing past his Veil, is the only one who doesn't use the whole "pot of gold" loophole to mess with me. The short of it is you're not supposed to separate a leprechaun from its gold even if he attempts to purchase something with it, seeing as you don't want to give it cause to visit you again. Hollywood kind of screwed the pooch in suggesting the Little People kill people who take their money (thanks, Warwick Davis) - when they actually don't.

No, the real dangerous ones are the actual Sidhe, the kinds who actually go about abducting kids or conning idiotic parents into letting a fairy godmother get involved. The Tir Na Nog, though; they're not much for Faustian bargains. They've got refreshingly human aspirations, for the most part: food, warmth, safety, companionship - that route. They just don't have an off switch.

Think it's less dangerous than serving a basic machiatto to a relative of Puck's at 2 AM? Think again. Thankfully, you also get cases like Patrick's, sometimes, whereby one of the weaker Fae's been around us humans for so long they're just starting to get the gist of things.

I've been playing charades with Niamh Nettle-Hair for the past twenty minutes and I'm just about losing my mind that the older elf tottles in, grunts his way up one of my stools and gives his younger friend a knowing look and a shooing gesture.

"That's enough o' you, lad; our friend Peter here needs some down-time before closing up. I'll just have an Americano - same as usual."

I nod to the grizzled old lep, his ears almost more batlike than elfin, with his advancing years. Niamh, though, doesn't get the message. He starts to answer in iambic pentameter, something to the effect of needing to pay, and I plaster on my best, hopefully least-harrowed smile imaginable.

"Nonono, it's fine, Niamh; you've already paid! Your, er, gracious companionship this eve was payment enough, trust me!"

I barely have time to catch's Pat's wincing look and his gritting his teeth that Niamh practically beams like a solar flare. "Well, then, I'll stay! You'll be ever more delighted!"

I'm within an inch of snapping when Pat saves me the trouble. I don't know how old he is, exactly, but he's the only one of the Little People who sounds like a local.

"Peter's a human, Niamh; he's mortal and if you keep him up until next midsummer, you'll have nothing to show for it other than a pile of bones and broken mortal trinkets! Time might not matter to us, but it matters to them!"

Nettle-Hair is practically a child, as far as leps go. "You mean he'll go to the worms?" he asks, as if that were unthinkable. Pat's response is simple and incisive. "Off with ye - straight to the toadstools, or else I'll tell your saint of a mother you've gone around trying to make sense of this Internet thing, again!"

See, the Little People have their own sense of etiquette, and actually caring about mortal trappings is a bit of a faux pas for them. In this respect, Patrick's a bit of a social outcast among them. In any case, it's enough to send the runt packing, and for me to serve Pat his Americano.

"You never did tell me why you show such an interest in us, when the others don't."

Pat smirks. "I like ye, Peter - I truly do. That said, how do you think the ice-men from before looked at your ancestors? It's people like you who beat the Sidhe's games, shape the world, fight wars - and the whole lot of you's losing their connection with the Old Ways, as time passes."

He takes a sip. "It takes an old elf to realize there aren't any riddles left to hand out, no spells left to cast, no curses to lob - and you're finding your magic in politics, buying stuff, computers, doxies onscreen - anywhere except where the Old Ways lead. You've charted those paths, stuck little drinking fountains every other half-mile, put up some signs and then - locked the gate."

He shook his head. "Next you'll tell me Venus isn't actually the goddess of love, it's actually some... toxic ball suspended in a black void that would kill anything alive."

I made a face, but didn't actively comment. I didn't need to. Pat's ears drooped, and he took another bitter sip of Americano.

"The wee ones don't know, Peter. Magic is waning. And humans aren't noticing. Those who do, well... most don't know the real Old Ways."

I smirked at that and leaned on the counter. "I beg to differ," I said, pointing at his cup. "What's more sacred than a drink offered?"

I winked at the old leprechaun. "This one's on the house."

There was a tiny spark in those beady eyes, a hint of a smile, and a lightening of his expression that felt like the most silent, yet deafening scream of gratitude I'd ever heard.

I'm no magician, no warlock, no poet - but I do understand. Bake donuts and bread and brew coffee for late-night stragglers from across the Pale for as long as I have, and you pick up a few bits of wisdom.

I'm just glad most leprechauns aren't actually attracted to human-sized bars and taverns, though - the customers would think someone's gone around spiking drinks...

You run a Bakery, just a normal bakery, the only problem is that your customers at midnight to 6AM are mythical creatures who pay with gemstones and ancient gold and silver coins

[agentcable]

Chicago Justice Season 1 Ep. 5 "Friendly Fire"

The team is investigating the murder of a Navy SEAL veteran. During the autopsy, Stone and Valdez discovered that the victim had ingested a flash drive containing classified information about a failed Navy mission in which he was involved. Jefferies, a military veteran, forbids Stone from using the video as evidence, causing friction between the two.

If you want to watch the series for yourself, stop reading! This post contains spoilers to the storyline.

Chicago Justice starts with a group of men celebrating a bachelor party. The bartending father arrived the following morning to pick up his son, Trevor Nichols, who is the groom-to-be, to go hunting. Upon entering the house, he discovers that it is in disarray and his son Trevor is dead.

Antonio Dawson arrives quickly at the scene. The hunting buddies inform him that Trevor's father went home to tell his wife. Laura Nagel is checking the crime scene inside the house when she finds a pair of red lace panties in Trevor's pocket.

Peter Stone visits the Nichols and learns that he has been out of the Navy for 18 months after serving for 10 yearrs. Trevor worked as a personal trainer at a gym and was due to get married the following Saturday, but now his family is planning his funeral.

Antonio and Laura met with Trevor's fiancee, who stated that they were both excited about the wedding and not having any issues. However, when Laura showed her the panties, she denied they were hers and suggested they must have been there before she got together with Trevor. According to his friends, while at a bar, Trevor became interested in another woman, and the feelingwas mutual. Angela was left behind by Trevor when the bar closed. Laura sarcastically comments on their poor wingman skills.

Antonio shows his badge and takes Angela aside. Initially defensive, Angela admits that Trevor's friends paid her to put her thong in his pants. She also reveals that they went to a fight club where Trevor won a fight. After their make-out session, Angela expressed her desire to hook up with him. However, he was concerned about jeopardising his engagement, so she dropped him off at home. An Uber driver corroborated Angela's account.

ME Joy Fletcher confirmed that he was severly beaten and had a stab wound. The unusual discovery was a thumb drive found inside his stomach. Anna Valdez, Antonio, Laura, and Stone discover that the drive is undamaged.

The drive is encrypted at an NSA level, but can be accessed. Stone states that they will uncover what it was concealing through traditional methods. While searching his house, the mail arrives, and they discover that Trevor had a significant amount of money, which is inconsistent with his salary, as well as the diamond ring on his fiance`s finger. They return to the fiance, who reveals that she used to date Mike Soto, one of Trevor's friends. Initially, she claims that his father has given him the money, but later admits that he has received an advance for writing a memoir. She has to leave for Trevor's service.

At the funeral, Mark Jefferies attends while Laura discovers that Trevor's book is valued at over $400,000. Antonio suggests that Trevor should write a book, but questions whether the Navy approved it. Laura responds that the lawyers did, but the publishers did not have any of the three chapters he had already written because he did not want anyone to steal his work.

The video is viewed, revealing the Seal team shooting a woman. Under fire, one of the men attempted to rescue the woman, but another forced him to abandon her and retreat. Stone reveals that witnessing this event was not part of their mission.

Anna presents a photo of Dr. Katherine Carter, who worked with Doctors Without Borders in Ukraine. When the situation deteriorated, all staff were evacuated, but Dr. Carter chose to remain with her patients. A week later, she was kidnapped. This incident was widely reported in the news a few years ago. A Navy Seal team was dispatched to rescue her, but unfortunately, Operation Omega went awry, and Dr. Carter, along with two of the Seals, was killed by the rebels during the rescue attempt. On the video, Laura states that an American shot her and left her there. Stone wants to know if Trevor was one of those Seals.

Stone and Anna visit Mr. Nichols, who was unaware that Trevor was writing a book. They do manage to confirm that Trevor was involved in Operation Omega, with Mike, but Jake was their team leader. Mr. Nichols mentions that Trevor went to Dr. Carter's family to offer his condolences, but they want to know what he said to them.

Dr. Carter's parents and sister shared their story with Stone and Anna. According to her mother, she received a check for one hundred thousand dollars, but didn't cash it because they didn't know who it was from. Anna believes that Trevor was about to expose Operation Omega and that the money from the book was something he couldn't take. Both Jake and Mike were in Chicago the night Trevor was killed, and as Navy Seals, they wouldn't want the truth to come out.

Antonio and Laura visited the Bed & Breakfast where Jake and Mike had stayed. The owner wanted to put them in a bigger two-bed room, but they insisted on having the fireplace. They noticed that the ashes were from clothing and realized that Mike and Jake had left just before they arrived. If they were lucky, they could still catch them at the train. Antonio pursued them, but when they reached the stairs, Laura drew a gun on them, and they were apprehended for the murder of Trevor Nichols.

The judge set their bail at one million dollars each, thanking them for their service, but it remained at one million. Stone was then served with papers indicating that he possessed classified material belonging to defence ministry, and they would meet him in Federal court.

Anna suggested that it was likely an employee from the tech company, while Stone believed that it was irrevelant. During a discussion, Valdez, Stone, and Jefferies debated how the DOJ discovered the existence of the video. Jefferies, on the other hand, believed that it was important. Stone speculated that the Navy may have manipulated the story to the public, and that the DOJ was unaware of the video's contents. Jefferies and Stone held opposing views on the matter.

At first, Judge Bishop instructed Stone to surrender the video, destroy all copies, and remain silent. However, Stone informed him that the video was relevant to a murder case. Judge Bishop then acknowledged the gravity of the situation and changed his stance, recognizing that the murder case was of national importance. Stone believes that the government should be transparent about events in foreign countries to build trust in our situations. The Department of Justice attempted to silence him, but the judge postponed the decision until tomorrow.

Laura suggests that even without the video, they could still prosecute Mike Soto for being with Mia before Trevor and potentially planting the thong in his pocket out of jealousy. Stone acknowledges that this is not the strongest case, but he is willing to pursue it if necessary.

The DOJ's application was denied in court the next morning as the judge saw no danger to any other Seals for the video. Stone received the good news from Jefferies that the video was in. However, Jefferies, who served in the military, decided not to use it, feeling that military secrets should remain secrets. He rminded Stone that people fought and died for his freedom and that he had no right to question what they did after they freed him. Jefferies gave Stone an ultimatum: do as he says or find a new job.

Stone meets with Mr. Nichols at the cemetery. He came to pay his respects but also to tell him that the Navy and Trevor did not tell the truth about Omega. Stone says he was about to go public, go against his friends, and possibly destroy careers. When Stone tells him that the evidence they have against Jake and Mike may not be used at trial, which means they probably won't be convicted, Mr. Nichols says he understands. Stone is confused because Mr. Nichols never served in the military himself. Mr. Nichols informed Stone that he did not want to know what he had to say about the secret.

Stone returned to his office and placed the thumb drive in the envelope. He suggested using it against Mike Soto, as he was present during the video and they could use it against him. Anna was aware that Jefferies had said they could not use it, but Mike was not. They separated Mike and Jake. Stone showed Mike the video and offered him a plea deal of 15 years if he testified against Jake, as he was the leader that night.

During his testimony, Mike confessed that Mia had informed him about the book and their inability to let it go. He stated that they had no other option if they couldn't persuade him otherwise, and according to the code, it was their last resort to kill him. He explains what happened. They broke in, but when Trevor said the book was the right thing to do, Trevor grabbed the knife. They disarmed him. Jake picked up the knife and gave him a killing strike to his side. They then made it look like a robbery, left Trevor on the floor, and got out of there.

Jake's attorney attempts to get Mike to admit that he killed Trevor out of jealousy, but Mike says it was because of the Ukraine that he took the deal. Stone and Jefferies stare at each other. Stone asks Soto about his comment on Ukraine. Soto reveals Operation Omega and how it went wrong. The enemy killed the Seals, but Trevor killed the doctor. Mike explains that Trevor couldn't live with the shame. It wasn't about the money. Trevor wanted to set the record straight and make peace with what he did.

Jake, the defendant, has been found guilty of first-degree murder, home invasion, and conspiracy to commit first-degree murder.

In Jefferies' office, Stone hands him his letter of resignation, but Jefferies tells him to tear it up, saying he isn't vindictive. Jefferies congratulates Stone on being right but tells him he's still wrong.

Later, Jefferies and Mr. Nichols share a drink at the bar, toasting to better days. They discuss discarding their medals and returning them due to the memories they evoke. They concur that it may be appropriate to address the events that occurred during the Vietnam War.

[jjungkookislife]

Hey 😁 I just finished reading HFTH 2, it took a while cause I had to read it in batches to really savor it 😂 And I want to apologize in advance cause I know this is all over the place with me just fangirling and reacting to what’s happening 😅

I already love Jk’s mom the moment she gave MC the chocolate that Seojun made. She can “force” feed me delicious food, especially desserts, any day 😌

I was like 😬 when Aera was suspecting something was fishy with them cause they weren’t “affectionate enough” 👀 but then I was like 🥴 cause it just means they’re gonna amp up the PDA and I’m so ready for it 😉

They’re so freakin adorable when she asked for a goodnight kiss and then he heard her squeal after going inside, I just can’t 🥺

I agree with her “You’re lucky you’re cute,” when he wakes her. They have to have that face to force me to wake up early 😤 lol

O M G the scene from the teaser !!!!! Seojun and Saraí were the intruders 🫣 And I love how MC bonded almost instantly with Saraí 🥰

And Jimin already planning his room on Jk’s future apartment 😂

Grandma Jeon is something else and I LOVE HER! She’s both intimidating and endearing. All your female characters are so awesome, their personalities are all completely different yet interesting and lovable 😌

It’s so hilarious how MC is bewildered at how Luna is treated, that’s one pampered dog 😂

Luna Patrice Jeon — Jk’s dog-aunt Jk’s dad’s little sister 🤣

And this scene when Jin flirts with MC:

— “Hey!” Jungkook stomps his foot. His cute bunny nose scrunching. “You’re my girlfriend!” How adorable is he? 🥺

And the stroll with their dogs? SO CUTE 🥹

Jk’s reaction when Yoongs exposed his breeding kink 🤣 but also MC’s reply 🫢 They are a riot 😂

The make-out scene in front of the giant Christmas tree at the mall 🫣

And then THE AWAITED “BED SCENE” 😳🫠

They said they liked each other afterwards!?!?! 🥳

The scene with the sledding and Koo’s giant snowball 🥺

But also Jimin asking MC “Are you free next Christmas?” 👀 I don’t think so Min 🥴

Their “pillow talks” in bed 🥺

THE AWAITED “BED SCENE” PT. 2 🥵

But they’re getting loud and as hot as it is, I’m sweating cause there’s now way no one is hearing them right? 😅 and i think Grandma Jeon is next door 😱

I felt so relieved when everything was normal the next day 😮‍💨

And when Gramdma Jeon started to talk about her love story with Grandpa Jeon, it was 🥰🥹🥺😭🤧

And I would’ve been so guilty too 😔 I’m glad they came clean about it

But I also wasn’t surprised that Grams knew all about the scheme 😏 but 🤦‍♀️ when it was because of Jimin 😂

But I’m so happy that there wasn’t anymore necessary drama and that they all talked it out and fixed it ☺️

Minji is the coolest Grandma ever, who else would gift their grandson his future home with his newly introduced gf 💅 Where’s can I find someone like her in my life? 😭😂

And when they ratted out Min to the others cause he’s the reason that Con Jungkook’s Grandma mission was a fail 🤣

The snowball fight scene 😌

THEY FINALLY MADE IT OFFICIAL!!!! 🥳😍🥹😭🤧

That was such a beautiful ending to a beautiful story 🥹 this was written so well, you’re amazing! I loved every bit of it, each character was so unique with interesting personalities. This MC and Koo is officially part of my fav couple in all of your stories. The list is growing so much and I love it 🥰 This was really good, thank you for sharing it with us. All your hard work paid off cause this was 🤌

As always, I’m so excited to read what you have in store for us in the future but I hope you are taking your much needed rest after writing this masterpiece 😉 Take care always 💜

Hello! I'm glad you got to read it and savor it lol 🥰

SPOILERS

I adore Aera lol she loves to host and feed anyone who comes over! She reminds me of my grandmother lol

Aera is definitely suspicious but one of her character "flaws" is that she expects Jungkook and the MC to be like Seojun and Saraí and while his brother and Saraí are very lovey-dovey wherever they are, Aera expects the same from JK and Dae is like uh no? they don't have to be all over each other lol

fun fact: I added her squeal and him hearing it in one of my read-throughs so it wasn't a thing until this week lol but I think it fits them well lol and it's a nice little comical relief 🥰

I do not like being woken up lmao when I was a teen, my family knew better than to wake me because I was grouchy so I would miss out on takeout and whatnot because they knew I'd be upset lol I think I have a lot of grouchy reader inserts so I'm just realizing I do that a lot. whoops!

Yes! It was Seojun and Saraí! JK and MC were too busy kissing to hear them coming into the home and up both sets of stairs 😂 Jungkook was definitely a little miffed they interrupted lmao but at least Seojun was more likely to fall for it now. It's unusual for Jungkook to keep stuff this big from him, so he was a bit suspicious. Saraí is very friendly, she mostly spent the holidays with her family because they always did big events and Seojun would normally go to his parents for a bit and then to her family's home. So Jungkook didn't know her all that well, but she's good at reading people so she was suspicious from the get-go.

Jimin planning his room in the apartment was also added later on lol it seemed to fit his character well and I imagine he will have his own room there until JK and MC need it for their kids, then he'll have an attic game room because he's Jimin and it's hard to say no to him lmao

I LOVE Grandmother Jeon! I wasn't sure how I was going to make her personality at first but it kinda just manifested into what she is now lol Kinda like dog-mom meets lovable grandmother meets Golden Girl lol thank you! that's such a huge compliment about their personalities because it's hard sometimes to make everyone different at times 💜💜💜

Grandmother Jeon loves Luna so much lol she takes her everywhere including her cruise and to the slot machines in her purse. Kinda reminds me of Suga Mama and Puff from The Proud Family lmao Luna is spoiled to bits and leaving her with Jungkook and MC to go on a walk was a major sign of trust on her part

One thing Jimin is going to do is flirt! Seokjin as well lmao he's mostly joking but also maybe not? lmao who knows

Namjoon loves to start chaos and watch it unfold lmao and Yoongi's loves to ruffle feathers. Jungkook's giant snowball was in my head for ages lmao I had to include it

The bed scene! I love a one-bed trope lol I almost let them share a bed in part 1 but then I rethought it and JK went to the couch and that's how Grandmother Jeon ended up mixing up her hotel reservation all leading to the bed trope and them admitting they like each other

I'm so glad you mentioned Jimin asking if MC was free next year lmao he didn't know about them admitting to liking each other and JK was definitely happy he nailed him that GIANT snowball at the park 😂😂😂

Their pillow talk in bed 🥺 they're falling for each other! like it's wild they started all this out just being acquaintances and each other's crush to sharing a bed and falling in love

JK definitely wishes their first time was in his apartment just so he could hear her moans without them being muffled and Grandmother Jeon's room was across the hall from theirs but her and Luna are deep sleepers. Jungkook's parents are further down the hall but they sleep with earbuds in (which isn't 100% safe so I assume their fire alarm also has a phone alert and maybe some lights or vibrations to wake them) but nobody heard them 👀👀👀

Grandmother Jeon loved her husband so much! But she continues to live her life to the fullest for herself and for him. She loves spending time with her friends, Luna, and the slot machines. She doesn't take herself too seriously, and she may be a flirt but she has no real interest in pursuing a relationship at the moment. She loves having the freedom to go where she wants, when she wants at the drop of a dime

Ah, Jimin and his mouth lmao it came later to me that Grandmother Jeon would already know about the scheme but I didn't know how she would find out, and then boom! Jimin is a talked, he's home for the holidays, and so is Grandmother Park and she DOTES on her baby and Jimin gets a loose tongue when he's being spoiled with affection and homemade pie. He genuinely thought she'd forget, but Grandmother Park loves a good gossip session with her bestie Grandmother Jeon when she's in town 😂

I love a good happy ending :) and they definitely tattled on Jimin the moment they could lmao they were fucked from the start and didn't even knot it. However, Grandmother Jeon adores her grandkids and their partners so she's happy to gift them a home to get them started. I think she would have done so regardless but JK's relationship was definitely a push to get things going.

I think the snowball scene was good to wrap things up and bring in the boys one more time before the end since they were such a huge part of the scheme lol

JK was elated to make it official 😍😍😍 that boy is in LOVE!

THANK YOU! THANK YOU! I'm so glad you enjoyed it and I'm glad I actually got to work on it after 3 years. Now all my boys have a Christmas fic and I'm so happy with them <3 Though it's been years since Seokjin and Yoongi's, so I may eventually write new ones that are more on par with my writing now but who knows, I want to focus on fics I haven't updated in a while :) I have some drabbles planned for this couple, so there will be a lot more of them in the future! Thank you! I always love it when you stop by! It makes my day! Take care as well 💜💜💜

[mariaantonnietta]

Finally writing about my ENG Honmaru.

I said I was gonna after the end of the eng server, and I wanna follow throught before the new year. So the next few posts are gonna be about that, will do a read more to not fill up to much room.

Having said that, let's start!!

Firstly, before the server ended I wanted to use up all my kiwame sets, see all indoor clothes and finishing all maps available (until 8-4) , I did not manage to do any of them, but it was still fun! I did get a lot of indoors, and the kiwame I didn't know you got full sets for finishing a map in 8 era. I ended up with 1 left. About 8 era, the maps are beutiful. Especially the 3rd map. The fourth map I didn't know it had 3 parts, I gave up on the second when I barely would be able to reach the end with luck and i discovered in the wiki there was another part. I found hakusan invaluable here. I never gave him that much attention cause shichiseiken ability sounds better, and I liked only cause of his design and school, but holy Ibdo not regret raising him to 99 in the summer event ( i wanted my swords to have a medic). He's a beast that let's you advance. Managed to get to 8-4 with my kiwame tantou team, in which the highest lvl were atsushi and yagen, both at 45. (Yagen just barely reached while atsushi was my leading lvl tantou almost always, still had the exp advantage to the end) So there's that map and kiwame set unconquered too, but i refer I need higher level tantou or another strategy to beat that one.

The indoor clothes was cause i had many people to see their clothing and too little time, but so a lot more, I also spent the rest of koban in summer clothes, well spent.

Apart for that I did all dialogues I could aford to do with the swords I had, Hasabe and Nihongo was especially funny cause you need 20 outings with them together to get to the second part, and as I was collecting recollections with other swords at the same time, they ended up hearing all the gossip talks ( a lot of them). Some of them like the one with kasen, sayo and the dategumi are a pain to get. Uff, my dategumi and sayo were high level, but kasen wasn't. And you needed to win a stage multiple times. The shinsengumi one was also difficult. The one with hone, tanuki and otegine was essier but annoying cause it was in 8 era.

There were also a few dialogues that didn't trigger. Taikogane and souza one. Also kasen and kokin one, which I believe is cause i never finished the 2nd run of the special mission ( literally the event ended 2 lantens away, luckily i already had one from the new years tickets) yeah unorthodox choice, but it paid off. Maybe that's why it didn't trigger, but is not written anywhere as a requirement. And no idea about taikogane ( he was also a new year pick...maybe that's the reason, but i never heard this being an issue, so idk)

Apart from that, i took photos of my gallery and my list with swords in level order. And my stock. And formed my 4 formations as how best i saw fit. Will Show it here.

About the swords, showing the gallery will suffice. Cause there's a lot of images, I will post them in a separate post. But here is my final formations, left ready to battle.

First formation is my assault team, kiwame tantou with both atsushi and yagen the highest leveled. The second the leader is my first sword kashu and the rest is a uchitagana/wakizaki mixed, and all terrain, but a bit under leveled ( i liked kashuu resting). The third one is my day firmation, here Tarou my most experienced oodachi Who helped me a lot is leading, and the yari and naginata are my only kiwame of the type. Shoudakiri here with Shishio are my earliest, strudiest swords, with shishio being left as attendant at the end as he was the mayority of the time. And fourth is leading my second sword, with maeda and fudou. A second a bit lower level but still letal tantou team.

I did not save the order of smith, but i remember hirano was my second sword (tutorial) and fudou my third (first forge outside tutorial) Funny thing is my second forge in JPN is maeda , so a funny twin thing happened there ( gokotai my third) .

So that's how I got the formations. On chores I left mikazuki and ichigo, shichiseiken and hakusan, and nagasone and my extra kashu, also named kage kashu by me. Nagasone is my first 3:00:00 in JPN llike Shishiou on my EN account, so these people I wanted to assing too. Kage kashu with normal kashu in formation lets them both appear.

Also, another thing that happened is that on the last day as I enter my kage Kashu ask me to go kiwame training. I'm in tears cause I'm sure he could have asked before and didn't. ( or not, I probably messed up XD)

I also said I was gonna talk about this extra Kashu, so I will do it here. Basically, on the Great Invasion, or in a training before it, but after having choosing the starter path of dialogue with my starter kashu, and before main event when we go to moon background dimention, I got kashu to level 99 and decide it would be great to send my kashu to kiwame, so I did.

And then I was in another dimention, all the buttons were blocked and I needed a kashu to advance the story. I was sweating at the time thinking I had softlocked myself, praying that when I clicked ok on the notification I could use the forge to get a kashu ( I had the resources, it was that or waiting kashu return) .

To my surprise after clicking the button I notice there's a gift in my mail box. Yeah, the developers had thought about it and had sent me a kashu kiyomitsu. (Or they accounted for the fact that kashu could be broken, either way, I'm trankful)

I imagine being him, just appearing, and having to deal with the mess mikazuki had left. And when my kashu got back things became even weirder. Remember I started the path with normal kashu and now I had kiwame kashu. So the rest of the event it the dialogues went in tandem, in one it was kiwame kashu and in the next it was normal kashu. This happened even in the expeditions!! When normally 2 of the same sword can't be present ( i hc they are treated as one by the time machine) but in here the both appeared ( nor at the same time in windows and the signature indicated only 6 as always, but these 2 were to the same expedition even if the machine didn't register it that way) and it made the experience feel more unique. So I couldn't get rid of him. I locked him in and kept him in level 1, until the end of servers where I fed him all my sweets and let him go collect resources, he ended up at level 80. He and shishio also have an onamori.

I never wanted to send him to kiwame, as another reason I wanted to keep him was so I could see both versions of kashu, but him asking me on the last day I log in really made me a bit emotional.

I took a screen shot of the moment. I decline cause I do not have a pigeon and he would be going to the void.

Well, now the data may be gone, but l like to believe they are in a musou situation right now ( not exactly like musou, able to exist in a place), and with the resources left and them gathering more they will be fine. There's even a kiwame set left, for someone who may one day do the travel. Or maybe won't. But there still should live well. I left shishio as attendant, he was attendant since I got him, he's great and I trust him.

My attendant. And of course, to end this post, a photo I took a bit before this, to my darling first sword.

I really loved this honmaru. I hope they are well somewhere, beyond the pixels realm. Bye, bye!!