#also if you saw me edit this to add the bottom part no you didn't

[mykelneedssleep]

No cause I actually have so many feelings about this specifically

The first time I read the series it genuinely pissed me off so much that it never got used because Anton Chekhov himself perfectly placed this gun and nobody fucking fired it. Unfortunately, I have since reread the series a few times and I have really come to love the fact that that particular gun was never fired because in a way the lack of purpose in the end is its purpose.

Neil spends so much time and effort throughout the series obsessing over it and protecting it because for years that binder and all the money and contacts inside it kept Nathaniel Wesninski alive. Particularly after his mom died, the binder was literally the only thing standing between him and death, the only thing that protected him. But in the end, it's useless because in the end he's not Nathaniel Wesninski, he's Neil Josten, and he's been Neil Josten from the start, and Neil Josten doesn't need that binder to protect him because he has Wymack and Andrew and Jean and the rest of the Foxes and that's enough. In the end, he doesn't need the binder to protect himself because he has plenty of people who are more than willing to protect him in its place so it’s very much a point that solidifies his position as Neil within the book instead of Nathaniel

At the same time though, I am still miffed about it not being used. You mean to tell me Stuart just happened to show up at the perfect time to stop an execution he didn't even know was happening? That's actually insane. Particularly because the gun was sitting right fucking there the whole time. More accurately, it wasn't even sitting there, Andrew already had it in his hand he just had to figure out how to get the safety off and I have full confidence that he could've done that. Even though he didn't understand it at the time he read the whole thing in the first book. I don't have an eidetic memory but if I saw shit like that it would be on my mind constantly and what better things does Andrew have to spend his time thinking about than trying to figure out Neil? Literally the whole fucking thing has just been floating around in his head bouncing off ideas and solutions left and right. He's probably been mentally unravelling this thing for months now, and he wouldn't have known what to look for on the number page because it could be anything, but he knew something important was buried in there (and he very well may have figured out that it was a phone number already), he probably already had a hundred solutions to that page and only one missing piece of information. But even if he didn't figure it out in time to do anything in Baltimore he's definitely got it now. You think that boy wouldn't want a way to contact Stuart just in case anything happened to Neil again? You're actually joking.

you know what I will stay silent no longer. the biggest missed opportunity in the original TFC trilogy is Neil’s binder not becoming vital in the end. it was so well set up and then led to nothing. Neil has a binder with information about his father and codes for contacts that he can use to get him out of dire circumstances (specifically Stuart’s number). Neil is obsessed with hiding and securing this binder. Neil grows to trust Andrew and just a couple of scenes before Binghamton, tells Andrew about Stuart existing. what SHOULD have happened next is that out of paranoia over the countdown, Neil takes his binder with him to the game in his duffle. gets kidnapped. Andrew finds the bag and remembers that Neil dropped that Stuart’s number is somewhere in that binder. Andrew breaks the code (which uses Neil’s birth name, which only Andrew (and Kevin) knows). THAT’S what get’s Stuart to intervene and save Neil. Not the fact that Stuart just randomly happened to be working with the FBI that night to take down Nathan.

[uroboros-if]

Please please share some coding/designing wisdom. Your game is so damn pretty 😭😭😭 Could you tell us what template you used and how hard it was to make it look like it is today? I imagine so much work must have gone into it

😭😭 I am no expert, but these are just my rationale/methods behind the visual choices I made!

For the template I used—I used Vahnya's Template! However, this post by @/manonamora-if has a whole section for templates that I wish I saw or checked out before making my IF! In another lifetime, I might've just used nyehilism's template to achieve the bottom sidebar instead of torturing myself learning how to do it... ;;

Below, I go into detail the timeline of designing Uroboros, as well as advice through the process I went!

Design Timeline

I started designing the UI late October 2022, and kept fixing, changing, editing it well into February and maybe a little bit of March 2023.

October 2022 - Early iterations of the design. Looked for stock images and began implementing it to add a background to the sidebar and the actual passages. Swatched some color palettes and began implementing them into the IF. Later decided to make the sidebar on the bottom instead of on the side. Also, added a title screen.

November - Testing different backgrounds for the IF's sidebar. Added a textbox to the passages, also worked on the black fade transitions.

December - Finished working on the sidebar background for both light and dark theme, began work on the background of the IF instead.

January 2023 - Finished working on the dark and light theme backgrounds! Started work on drawing the skill icons for light and dark theme, and finished!

February - Changed the title screen to look better on mobile, created a circle logo, added a border to the textbox. Also, made further edits for light theme.

March - Just remade the "Uroboros" logo.

If you're wondering why it took approximately 5 months to get to the final version—don't worry! I wasn't working only on the design for 5 months. My partner helped make the edits for the design, while I worked on coding them in and writing.

I spent a lot of time trying to get a grasp on Javascript, SugarCube, and HTML all throughout this time as well, to know how to fluidly add these things. Meaning, while I was working on these visual elements, I was also figuring out how to do the "looking" mechanic, black and white transitions, figuring out how Tweego worked, radio buttons, and so on.

Do note I've been busy the entire time throughout, so perhaps you can do this much quicker than I can!

The "Secrets"

1. Please—look at IFs you love! What are some visual aspects of other IFs that you love and want to include in your story? I started by analyzing parts of other IFs that I love. I liked Wayfarer's textbox; I liked how the choices looked in When Twilight Strikes. I liked the textboxes in the beginning of Zorlok. Find the things that amaze you about other IFs, and implement it your own way!

This seems like super basic advice—but trust me, once you think, "How can I put this in my game?" you will not only be able to have it, but most likely, you'll also learn a LOT.

While seeing how I could make the radio buttons, for example, I started researching. I googled "How to live change text?" and then I found out about jQuery, how to use the replace macro, etc. etc. JUST from researching how to do exactly one (1) feature.

2. What is missing in other IFs? Think about your own reading experience. I didn't like the clunkiness of some, how the sidebar is on the side when space on a mobile-screen is severely limited length-wise. So, I put the sidebar on the bottom.

I didn't like how other choices look in IFs, so I wanted a way to do mine that's nice and elegant(though it's still a little hard to read, admittedly).

Again, researching how to do the things you want opens many doors for you. I learned how to style <li> and change how bullets look, learned how to style links in Twine in general, etc. etc. again with just this ONE thing I wanted to change/add.

3. Don't do the work all by yourself. I struggled so hard because I hate asking for help. I was happy to Google other people's problems, but I never thought to open up my own thread or ask anybody in the community for help. Please, not only ask, but also—your work doesn't have to be completely original.

Use templates. Look at manon's amazing masterlist of things you can implement. I also have a few macro's that you can use, like multipronouns for MC, that does the work for you, for free.

Rip people's codes—respectfully. I'm not saying from other IFs, but online in other places. If they appear on help forums or are publicly available through places like CodePen, chances are that they're open-source or licensed in such a way that anyone can use it (e.g. MIT license).

Again, here is Manon's masterlist, which includes custom macros you can use in your game (Chapel, HiEv and Cycy are my high recommendations)! Additionally, here's my code for multipronouns here and my code for setting RO genders here.

4. MAKE IT READABLE!! Even if you want your game to look pretty... please, I'm begging you, make it easy to read. This is the most important thing ever.

I have a short attention span, and so does my partner. We reviewed the game to make sure we are NOT compromising the reading experience with our design. As much as we want fantastical backgrounds, we wanted to make sure it was at least not distracting. As much as we want gaudy styles, we want the actual passage to be suited for the long haul.

The most, most important part is to enhance the reading experience--not by adding things on, but by making it simple and intuitive. As someone in the computer science field, the user experience is CRITICAL. Put yourself in their shoes, think about them first and foremost.

Twine is amazingly customizable, and its powers can be wielded for good and evil. Plenty of amazing writers but inexperienced UI designers, especially from CoG, get into Twine. CoG almost completely takes away the design element, so Twine is a whole new ballpark.

Uroboros has a lot of pomp, but the actual textbox is uncharacteristically simple in comparison. The simplicity against an otherwise fantastical, but non-distracting background helps give it elegance. The sidebar, in contrast, is very eye-catching—but, it's also out of view most of the time, and isn't built for long reading.

To add on, make sure it's readable on mobile. I guarantee 80% of your readers are going to be reading your IF on their phone, and probably at 3 AM, so you will want the mobile to look as good as PC, or even better.

Closing Thoughts

Anyway, as basic as this advice is, this is really what guided my entire thought process behind my visual choices! -- Picking and choosing what you like from IFs, figuring out how to do them through research, and making sure your IF is built to be read for a while.

Thanks so much for asking, thinking that I have wisdom to impart!! 😭🫶💕

[dontforgetyourmedstoday]

So you just steal artwork and don't care? Got it. Either that or my ask asking about sources from your posts on April 8th disappeared. Or I guess you could be off tumblr and not have been here for two weeks.

Hi Anon,

I'm assuming this is you:

If it is, yes, I did see your last ask - but life has been a bit shit lately and frankly, I didn't have the emotional bandwidth to deal with an accusatory email that gave me absolutely no details about what you were upset about so I could investigate. So today, despite it being an incredibly long and shit one that isn't over I'm going to reply.

*Takes a deep breath* From this point forward I'm going to assume that, like me, you are just a real-live human with feelings that get hurt and not someone who just likes to yell at people on the internet. So let me apologise that I have used your artwork without attribution, it was in no way my intention. Please take this apology as someone who was just trying to amuse themselves and perhaps help some other people out by reminding them to take their meds too. I absolutely suck at art-type things so in my mind, no one would think I did them or was claiming the actual 'art' part of them as mine. I realise now this is the internet, you guys don't know me, and so I should have been clearer that nearly all of these are edits. (There are a few waaaaay back I actually drew myself). Looking at the 7th, 8th & 9th of April (allowing for time zones and assuming that's when you saw your artwork). All of them except one have a link at the bottom of the image that links back to where I sourced the original image - I don't know if this is visible on mobile so I'll show it below (the bit circled in red)

So I'm assuming this one is yours:

It seems that one doesn't have the link. I don't know why. I haven't made any new reminders for this blog in ages (again - life) - it seems like most of the ones from early April this year were originally posted back in 2021. I got briefly excited about this blog again a few months ago and loaded up a bunch of old ones so this blog was still functional for the people that find it helpful. Going back I have noticed that others seem to not have credit either. It is possible I made a mistake and forgot to add them. It's also possible that Tumblr has a had a glitch/error/weirdness which means it's disappeared. I also used a bunch of images from the editing app I was using to add the reminder message and I wish I could remember what the site was called because I cannot for the life of me remember. Honestly, who knows. I have deleted the post(s) with that image - if it's not the right one please let me know.

I have always gone out of my way to ensure that anything I use is either free use, or non-commercial under Creative Commons. As an aside, I'm an academic and a person who has artist friends and my partner runs a business where our customers are largely designers and artists, so I do actually do my best to give credit. Am I perfect - no I'm not. Part of the reason I stopped making new posts was because of difficulty giving credit even on images that were non-attribution and finding images where I knew what the attribution requirements were (along with trying to remember everything everyone asked me to tag, and doing the image descriptions etc.) If anyone else finds something of theirs in one of my posts and there isn't credit attached please either dm me or send an ask and let me know which post and how you would like to be credited and I'll add it in. If you want it removed, I'm happy to do that too.

Sorry for the long post, hope it helps to clear things up. Finally, let me take this opportunity to say

"Don't forget your meds today my friends"

[ageless-aislynn]

Back in the day, (around 2006 or so, I'd wager) I decided to try making a Bag End-inspired diorama display thing for my Lord of the Rings (and friends) figures out of plastic canvas and yarn. (No pattern, I was just winging it.) Here are some pics of how it turned out. 😉

The front with the famous round, green door. I also gave them some lattice-work windows and a couple of plant pots with greenery, just 'cause. 😉

Closer up on the door and one of the plants.

This is the wall that was beyond the window and plants, on the left side as looking in that orientation. I couldn't really do a hill without it looking weird so went with a tree motif on both sides.

The wall on the right of the door, this one with a "rope" swing, just for funsies!

Interior on the door.

Everybody needs a free standing closet to store your stuff in, right?

Yes, that's an Ian McKellen Magneto wearing Gandalf's hat and politely levitating his sword into the closet.😜

Behind the door standing open a bit is a coat closet.

I wanted a sort of marble inspired pattern. Plus, I really liked this variegated yarn so...

Everybody needs a table with a vase of roses on it! And yeah, that's a Nazgul wearing a tea ball strainer on his head. It was from a joke at the time. Also, we see our Hobbit guests putting their cloaks away in the closet.

Interior behind the big window. I thought of this as a combo kitchen/dining room area with a decorative rug.

Eomer CANNOT BELIEVE that we don't have his favorite brand of coffee! Storm thinks we should have a dance party. Boromir is heading over to lean on the fireplace mantel. 😉

Clearly Gandalf is HERE for a dance party! Oh and I do believe there might be a Boromir/Eowyn "leaning on the mantel" love connection going on back there? 👀👀👀😂

It's a little known fact that Darth Vader LOVES a nice tree swing! He even brought a droid friend, d'aww. That's my Xena poster on the wall in the background, btw. One of my most favorite Xena pics ever!

I also made Shadowfax, Gandalf's horse!

He can stand on his own. And yes, I made that fishbowl, including the Very Famous Fish Rear End on the side panel, lol! Nothing but UTTER ACCURACY around here, thank you very much. 😜

The chair was made from a kit. The cushion comes off and you can store things in the bottom box part. The mug of hot chocolate has marshmallows on top and also the rim raises up so you can store small things in it.

The flower vase was also from a kit. I famously got my hand stuck in it while doing the bottom stitch to finish attaching it to the base. I thought I might have to unstitch it a bit to get free but thankfully didn't have to. Absolutely no one who saw me with a plastic canvas vase stuck on my hand laughed. 😑🤣

(As well they should have. I laughed, too, once I got my hand out of there, lol!)

My mom loved lighthouses so I made her a day and night version. They're the same size but this was 2 separate pics edited together and the different angles made the night version look smaller.

Anyway, that's a few things I made back in the day. Nothing sophisticated but I just enjoyed playing around with it. The canvas got really hard to find for a while and then got very expensive once I located it again, so I stopped making things. 😢

Oh, almost forgot to add the pic that made me think to post these to begin with: Barbie with one of my ducks from my earthquake post.

I made a bunch of these little ducks for a project I never completed, then found them in a Ziploc bag the other day. Now there are little ducks all over the house, lol! 🦆💖

PS - I may have posted these pics before. I know I did on my Livejournal but couldn't find them on Tumblr. If this is the second time you're seeing them, though, apologies. Ais is old and the memory just ain't what she used to be. 😑😉

[starlene]

Analysing every song on the Änglagård original cast recording

I understand this is extremely niche content, there are probably four or five people besides me who have seen and/or are interested in this musical on Tumblr... so of course I'm going to post it.

The new (and super successful!) Swedish musical Änglagård has bothered me ever since I saw it for the first time – because in my opinion, at the same time, it's very badly written but also very enjoyable.

Under the cut is my futile attempt of getting to the bottom of this enigma of a show.

Before I start, please note that I haven't seen the movie the musical is based on. However, I think the number one mark of a successful musical adaptation is that you don't need knowledge of the source material to understand and enjoy it, and that's the point of view I approach this show and cast recording from.

Now, let's go. Änglagård the musical. Music and lyrics by Fredrik Kempe. Book by Edward af Sillén and Daniel Réhn. Cast recording produced and orchestrated by Fredrik Kempe, Dan Sundquist and David Kreuger. Analysis by me.

1. Prolog

A very standard musical theatre overture/prologue: it introduces a couple of reoccurring motives and the general musical tone of the piece. Some of the string parts (the orchestration is mostly strings) remind me of Kristina från Duvemåla. Nothing special in my opinion, but no complaints either.

[Edited to add: okay, one complaint. The whole thing kicks off with the "Änglagård Burning" motif that we'll come back to later, which I think is not a good choice because nothing much ever comes of that whole plot thread. But yeah. Put a pin in that, we'll come back to it.]

2. Upp

An extremely bog-standard musical theatre cabaret song about having a good time and being able to be who you are.

That said, I give the song a lot of bonus points for the tacky orchestration (on the album at least, I can't remember how it's done live). It has a very obvious synthesized sound, you can just imagine a three-person band in the back corner of some dingy early 90s nightclub playing this on their keyboards. The beginning especially is so deliberately bad it makes me laugh.

So actually, this song sneakily does a very good job setting up the world Fanny and Zac inhabit, and acts as a great musical contrasts to...

3. Farfars händer

In my opinion, this is the most beautiful song of the whole musical. Just... very beautiful, very powerful. Lovely lush full orchestra sound, amazing vocals by Fredrik Lycke. Some of the lyrics are a bit clunky ("och att få göra det för oss var meningsfullt" is, uh, not great) – but in general, I'm a sucker for this exact type of musical song, where some melancholy middle-aged man sings his heart out and the music just keeps getting bigger and bigger.

That being said, dramaturgically, this song is SO confusing.

In many musicals (and Disney princess movies), this spot near the beginning is reserved for the protagonist's big "I Want Song", and this certainly sounds like one: Axel wants to continue the work his grandfather started, and for that, he needs to buy the Änglagård estate for himself. So he's one of the protagonists, right, and the show is going to be about his efforts to do just that? Not at all. His struggles are a C plot at best, he has no character arc, and he doesn't get to sing again until the end of the 2nd act.

In short: dramaturgically, a song of this calibre shoud absolutely not be given to this character. Interestingly – and maybe this proves my point – they've used it a lot in their marketing (which makes sense both because it's gorgeous and because it's practically the title song), but the first version they released didn't feature Lycke at all.

All that said, musically, this does a great job setting up the world of Änglagård/Yxared and contrasting it with the German cabaret world of the previous song. Fanny and Zac come from a completely different world than this guy.

4. Minnet av dig

Helen Sjöholm's first big solo. What can I even say, apart from that this slaps. I love these types of songs that let an outwardly very withdrawn characters express all the anger and resentment they're hiding... and Rut has been hiding a lot of anger for a very long time.

9/10. My only criticism is that I think doing the "going full volume, dropping to a calm/quiet part, then going full volume again" thing twice during one song is a bit much. The latter instance almost feels like the remains of a cut dialogue break, but what do I know.

5. Barnet som försvann

An I-Want-ish song for our real protagonist Fanny – it's mostly about what she wanted but didn't have as a child, but we can infer that even as an adult, she wants to find a place to call home and everything that entails. It's pretty nice, with great vocals by Tuva B. Larsen, but not especially memorable.

6. En enkel gubbe

Comic relief funny men song #1. Succeeds in its most important task right away: the ending of the first stanza ("du är min lillebror / och du vet jag älskar dig / men varför i helvete / sa du inte nej") makes me laugh out loud.

It's a simple ditty and has a somewhat traditional/old-fashioned sound (especially at the beginning when the orchestration is just a couple of instruments; I think it grows too bombastic near the end, tbh), which of course fits the characters of Ivar and Gottfrid. Besides being fun to listen to, it sneakily sheds some light on the brothers' dynamic and their developing relationship with Fanny... if you're able to pay attention to any of that with the male ensemble doing a silly knee-slapping dance to this while the audience goes ecstatic. 10/10.

7. Sticka, sticka

The ladies of this sewing group really give the Mormon missionaries in Uganda a run for their money when it comes to repressing one's emotions! It sheds a light on why Rut is the way she is, surrounded by all these other women who have very unhealthy ways of coping with their troubles and insecurities.

That said, I think it's a little bit weird to place two comic songs right after each other, even if this one is a very dark sort of comedy. But then we have...

8. Åh herregud

Comic relief funny men song #2!

Everything I know about musicals says this song shouldn't be here. The comic relief duo's second song belongs in the second act, and it definitely doesn't belong right after two other comic songs... but I guess the plot demands they put it either here or nowhere, and they couldn't resist giving the old men another duet.

It's pretty fun, though, so I'm not protesting too hard. Tommy Körberg's little riff near the end makes me laugh.

9. Leva min dröm

This is... heaven's sake, this song is atrocious. This character does not need a solo. This song does not need to exist within this musical. This song doesn't need to exist within any musical.

I mean, this is the most clichéd musical theatre song I've ever heard! It feels like a parody, really. The lyrics are vague drivel about being able to dream, and musically, it just sounds like you put ABBA and Wicked in a cocktail shaker.

And of course I absolutely love it and have already listened to it many times.

What can I even say? Martin Stokke Mathiesen gives such a sincere and heartfelt performance here, I can't help enjoying it. And even though I stand my ground that this character does not need a solo, I have to admit a clichéd Broadway banger with ABBA-esque vibes is exactly the kind of song a character that wants to become the next Benny Ulvaeus (but is really not quite there yet) would sing.

Simultaneously, 0/10 and 10/10.

10. Jag är jag

Tensions are starting to build and we get Fanny's mission statement: you can't smoke me out or change me, I'll stay here exactly as I am and you'll have to learn to accept it.

It's a good song, and somehow, I think it has a very similar stubborn/angry energy as Rut's songs. Maybe that's intentional and we're meant to pick up on the two of them not being so very different in many ways?

11. Min plats i solen

This song is rather different on the album than it is in context. On the album, it sounds like a straightforward song about becoming a better person – but really, it's about how Rut almost psychs herself up to do the right thing... and then slips right back into her old toxic ways when she sees the Germans having an orgy at Änglagård, which is just too much for her repressed sensibilities. It's a bit of a silly moment onstage tbh, though I get where Rut is coming from. In any case, it's a powerful song.

The strings (especially during the instrumental break near the end) sound extremely Kristina från Duvemåla-esque. Maybe that's intentional, a little nod to Helen Sjöholm's big breakthrough? There's a little throwback to the phrase "jag är jag" in the lyrics, which confirms my thought about the music intentionally highlighting Rut and Fanny's similarities.

12. Kött och blod

I think this has too much dialogue to be a very enjoyable cast recording song... but Helen and Tuva are both so good, so it's nice to have an angry duet like this with them, even though it's interspersed with a lot of talking.

I like how the lyrics subtly shed light on what Rut's real problem with the Germans is: "och först i kön är gubbarna / som tagit av sin vigselring" – her anger is really insecurity, and it's all stemming from the trauma she went through when her husband cheated on her with her best friend, a trauma that she hasn't processed at all. Gah. The more I listen to this album, the more I feel for Rut and the more interesting I find her!

The "Änglagård Burning" theme at the end is very powerful, but... yeah, we'll come back to this later.

13. Poor Little Rich Girl

This song is also bogged down by too many spoken parts. I enjoy how Lindy Larsson performed this live, but it doesn't have a similar impact on the recording, I'm afraid.

Anyway, I like the orchestration with its slightly haunting melancholy sound, and "vi var lek vi var kitch / sedan blev du en perfect bitch" is a super catchy lyric, I'll give it that!

14. Ljusa minnen

As far as I can tell, dramaturgy-wise, this song has no reason to exist. It's framed as a moment for Fanny to learn some life lessons, but it's not really, because the stuff in this song is so far removed from her situation – actually, if anyone needs to hear this, I think it Rut, not Fanny.

In short, to me, this song feels like Molokov's sad solo at the end of Chess på svenska. We do not need to hear about this old man's trauma.

But of course, this show is a Tommy Körberg vehicle, so they needed to give him a proper solo. And it's pretty and it made me cry when I heard it live for the second time. So, uh. I guess just cut this one if you're ever doing a production without someone as beloved as Körberg in the role.

15. Utan Änglagård

Here's where the "Änglagård Burning" theme comes back big time. This is such a good song about a character having a complete mental breakdown. It's like you rolled Fleur-de-Lys and Frollo into one, it's super creepy and gives me the chills.

The problem here? It's in the wrong musical. As a part of this story and this particular character's arc, it's absurd. While I love a good musical mental breakdown, I think this doesn't fit with the realistic tone of the rest of the musical. Instead, it feels like someone has inserted Hellfire into Next to Normal, sung by Henry.

I mean, Eva, girl... I get you're upset because your boyfriend is leaving you, and has probably never seen you as anything more than a friend-with-benefits anyway. In a situation like that, you cry a lot, maybe go slash his tires at most. Literally trying to burn down his new crush's house is the overreaction of a century (and also makes me very worried about your mental health, which the musical doesn't address at all.)

And what really makes this song/scene weird is how little impact it has on the rest of the story. The fire is immediately put out and the whole incident is quickly waved off and never mentioned again. Why was this included at all?

But, again, the song is very good. Sofia Pekkari gives a suitably creepy performance, I especially enjoy the understated ending. The staging is very good, too, with just the right amount of fire projections to make an impact. Man, in some other musical, this would be the highlight of the evening, but here, it's just very confusing.

16. Skuldkänslor och skam

It's really just an intro to the next song, so I don't have an awful lot to say about it – but I'm glad they included it, especially seeing how the other reprises weren't included.

It's a short reprise of Minnet av dig with a tiny little bit of Farfars händer thrown in during Axel's part, which might hint at Axel already thinking of Fanny as family, seeing how Farfars händer is all about family connections. A great little musical detail, if you ask me.

17. Moln av vita lögner

Music-wise, I don't have much to say about this one. It's a beautiful duet and I enjoy it a lot.

Dramaturgy-wise, though... a while ago, I wrote a little post about people subconsciously looking for catharsis in musicals. That's something you're definitely not getting with this song and these two characters.

Here, Rut and Axel get to the point where they can admit their relationship is built on lies – but even so, I'm worried they'll just go on as they always have. The song is a sort of a half-apology. With Rut's reaction to Fanny telling them who her father is, I get the feeling Rut and Axel are never going to open that can of worms again... but it's going to keep bothering them. It's realistic, and it's also a frustrating ending to Rut's character arc. I'm not sure she's coming out of all this much happier or more content than she was at the beginning of the story.

In short, I think this is a weirdly melancholy song to have at this point of the show, but I guess I see where they're coming from with it.

18. En del av något större

The finale and the answer to Fanny's I-Want-ish song from the first act: she has found her place in the world.

I feel emotionally manipulated by this song/scene. I don't think it's a very good or memorable finale, tbh, I feel like I've heard circa seventy other musical songs with this same exact vibe and message... but live, it still made me cry. Of course onstage, they give the very last word to the funny old men, and it's just. Ugh. It's so clichéd, but it hits, and then you're crying and clapping.

I guess that summarises a lot about this musical, really.

So that's it for my analysis! I could also write about how in some ways, I think this musical is uncomfortably close to Så som i himmelen... but I guess that is a post for another time.

And in the end, no matter its faults, I really enjoy listening to Änglagård. It may be a bit of a mess at times, but it's the sort of mess I tend to like, and I'm really glad I've gotten the chance to experience it. May Fredrik Kempe write a dozen more musicals for us to enjoy! <3

[aerequets]

Hello again!

I was wondering if you had any spy x family fic recs that are twiyor centric? AUs? I’m having trouble finding ones that are what I’m looking for. Ratings don’t matter. Anything from G to E would be appreciated! Thank you!!

boy oh BOY do i have twiyor fic recs !!!! it's like basically all i read LMAO and i am always on a hunt for more. i feel like i have read through a good chunk of what's on ao3 and i still feel starved. there's always my bookmarks you can sift through for twiyor fics, but for some more curated recommendations (and this is not gonna include all the ones i've lost my mind over, that's far too many, this is just what i can remember off the top of my head):

the living blues by @nire-the-mithridatist

GOD it would be such an understatement to say i am a huge fan of not only this work but EVERY WORK by this author because SHE HAS A WAY WITH WORDS OKAY. i avoid angst like the plague but i saw the happy ending tag to this fic and IT DIDN'T DISAPPOINT (chapter 6 is gonna be an epilogue)!!!!!!! AUGHHH this isnt even a good review im just yelling but yeah this is really good and also pretty much everything else by this author, i'll say it now so this list doesn't have numerous fics by the same person just do yourself a favor and read through what she's got if you haven't already

rated T, 5/6 chapters, currently 14k words

(edit: completed!)

With Kid Gloves by crownofrosegold on ao3

4 words: Mr Darcy Hand Flex

rated G, 1/2 chapters, currently 2.5k words

(edit: completed!)

the most yearning, pining, longing fic ever with the least physical touch ever. loid traces yor's gloves in his pocket with his thumb and its somehow intimate. yeah

it's been a hot minute since it's updated but the first chap can kinda be read as a standalone (to me) which is why i rec, even though i personally only go after finished fics for my own sanity :^) also its just too darn cute how can i not

How to Be a Supportive Husband by @nemaliwrites

rated T, 1/1 chapters, 910 words

short and sweet drabble of the most simpiest loid post reveal. what more could you want

MISSION: Bottom Feeder by SilverSupa on ao3

rated T, 2/4 chapters, currently 9.5k words

this one is just too good and funny LMAOO yor and loid are Peak Stupid and also Peak Attracted To Each Other so it's just. mm good mix. this one's also been a hot second since it's last update but i love it too much so its on this list

even when we're not together (will you stay with me?) by JaMills on ao3

rated T, 1/1 chapters, 4.5k words

gosh this is another one of those super good reads that make you sit and think after you're done. soulmate AU where they swap bodies as children until they meet. personally i'm not the most dedicated reader of aus where yor and loid meet as kids, but the way its handled here is just so good and adds to the story. it's also part of a series and the next installment is equally as good. this is another one of those authors that has a lot of quality stuff (although there's a good dash of angst which i keep my distance from JKFHISDH) so look through their page!

Enough by Frotu on ao3

rated T, 1/1 chapters, 4k words

EHEHE THIS ONE HAS ME GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET FR it is soooo cute. typical thing of yors coworkers getting into her head, she asks loid if what they have is enough, and... well.... you can read what happens from there ;] (spoiler: it's very cute)

a dream in charmeuse by selfetish (@selfetishizing ) on ao3

rated T, 2/2 chapters, 12k words

oh gosh, the prose in this is just?? so insanely good??? its such a pretty read. this is twiyor, yes, but it's also a deep dive into femininity and yor's understanding/rediscovery of it. i remember the first time i read it the opening scene of the first chapter was just so GOOD to me, i was like OMG i am not gonna forget this this is so iconic AND IT IS!!!!! i love me a good yor centric fic. we usually get more of twilight contemplation (i mean he has got the whole mission thing going on and hes our resident overthinker so, understandable) but this was such a nice look into yor's..,, like, fundamental building blocks?? if that makes sense?? its just good ok read it

"The Five Times Loid Forger Went Topless In Front of His Wife and the One Time She Reciprocated" Or “Bare-Chested in Berlint” by Talik_Sanis on ao3

rated M, 6/6 chapters, 17.5k words

that title should tell you all you need to know right LMAOOO it's just yor being incredibly horny, like embarrassingly so. she lacks a grip

again this is just 8 fics, where my bookmarks list are over 200 (yeesh) so feel free to look through those. i've also got some fics, most of which are twiyor lmao (brainrot i told you). and don't forget to show these awesome authors some love!

[horrorlesbo]

Some law of talos facts and info off the top of my head (by someone who's very hyper fixated and wants people to know more about it!!!!)

Apparently some people just didn't know that law of talos was an oc tournament 😭??? I thought that was basic info but I guess not! I'm not counting it being a tournament as a fact but more people not knowing (also some people didn't know unknown person had comics for before and after each animation??? There's literally YouTube videos with both idk what to tell you guys 💀)

Unknown persons entries are the most popular, but the 5th animation is non canon! The canon ending was by the winner Blacklillian but it's currently lost media :( there's a description of it on the lost media page, a few meantions of plot points on the tv tropes (example)

An ask + drawing related to what happened to Karl after on unknown person's tumblr (unknownpsn) we can also gather a tiny bit from the winner announcement post comments, the main point I've noticed is people talking about their disappointment in the lack of action and badly done Karl but praising the more satisfying ending. There was also apparently an epilogue by Blacklillian but that is also currently lost :(

Blacklillians entrees (along with the majority of others) are lost media! Some info can be gathered/interpreted from the lost media page and the tv tropes page (both linked at the bottom along with the intro/winner post for the contest and the wiki) A few entries are up although it's few and far between but I do encourage you to look for them on competitors' deviant art pages (I'll edit this and add list who's is up in a little while) here's a chart of the tournament though!

Here's chimbley's reference page which is the only known piece for his portion at the moment (please lmk if more has been found) *update you can buy the official chimbley archive on the artist Iris Jay's patreon for just 5 dollars :3 !!!!!

Chimbley's creator does have Twitter+tumblr but no longer makes content for him so savor what we have. We do know from the tv tropes page that chimbley was more flight than fight and all his competitors were disqualified rather than beaten in a combat (makes me giggle really hard ngl 😭)

Climber and Karl (and Rachel + Clarice obviously) are both part of the unreleased.... comic? Series? (Whatever it was going to be!) Called Castle of nations by unknown person (ofc)! There's not a ton known about it as the actual media was never released/finished and unknown person stopped posting in 2016 but there's lots asks + content on his tumblr if you want to look into it some

Karl was not going to wish for Rachel back despite common misconception! According to unknown person he was actually going to wish for an unlimited power supply to escape the amusement park permanently

There's a silly joke cosplay video called "law of talos chimbley vs Karl live action" that's available on the internet archive but someone uploaded the whole thing on tik tok (linked here) chimbley does a heel click at 8:22 i feel it's important everyone see it.

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRgK62j8/

People have also been uploading the voice actors singing various Christmas songs in character I haven't seen them all but I know Karl's video (What's this- the nightmare before Christmas) is pretty available and a clip of Chimbley's (little drummer boy) as also recently been uploaded. I think I saw Steffi's at one point but I don't remember it like at all sorry (EDJT I FOUND IT GUYS I'LL LINK IT BECAUSE IT'S HARDER TO FIND THAN THE OTHER TWO I MENTIONED)

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRgw7FhS/

Speaking of Steffi!!!!! She stars in her very own webcomic "Kiwi Blitz"!!! I'll link it here :3

That's all I can think of for rn I'll make another post if I get more info on the lost media or if I think/learn anything else!!! Here are the links to the law of talos intro/winner post, lost media page, wiki, and TV tropes!!! Once again I encourage you to look through them if you haven't!!!

[dreamboundedstar]

In celebration of the new season coming out in a day or two, here's the Belcher kids, Zeke, and Jimmy Jr aged up. This is part two of the headcanon thing I made a while ago. https://www.tumblr.com/qilin-crusader/690246122471636992/bobs-burgers-question-and-adult-belcher-kids-and?source=share I slightly updated my headcanon though and now feel that Louise would have made the "Broken Glass Kids" a real gang and Zeke as well as Linda are a part of her gang. Louise's gang is still small but she's working on it, she just appreciates being part of a group that appreciates the thrill of smashing glass items and burning other items. To explain Zeke's tattoos. On the left arm is a gardenia on his upper arm while the rest of his arm is wrapped up in weeds. On the right side is a harpoon stabbing a bleeding heat and the blood drips to the bottom and forms an ocean. So he has a beach arm, I was going to give him a Saucy tattoo to add on to the beach arm, but I thought it was too silly and declined it.

As for Gene, I thought it would fit him to give him a skort. All the fun of a skirt and the sex appeal of shorts. I also think it would just fit Gene's love of being a goofball that always surprises you. For Louise's hair, I combined Bob's mom's hair and the top of Bob's hair as well. I want to bring the feels of her looking a little like Bob's mom and taking after her dad with her hairstyle because she will always be a daddy's girl whether she admits it or not. Looks like Tina took Topsy's advice and pulled her hair back. I wanted to combine the vision of older Tina with longer hair as well as pulling her hair back because she looks good showing her whole face. I didn't even need Topsy to tell me that because I dug her no bangs look during the stage fright flashback when Tina didn't stop the hairdresser from cutting all of her bangs off. Tina's glasses were originally going to be blue until I saw that they were too many blue glasses-wearing characters. I changed it to yellow since her barrette would be hiding anyway. It worked out because I found out that Tina's eyes are blue so the yellow glasses will be a great contrast. I also thought a cowl neck sweater dress would fit her because I like to imagine her using the cowl neck to hide her face in shame or awkwardness. I also gave her the choker necklace because I like it too. For Jimmy Jr, I decided to give him dance shoes so he looks like he's always ready to dance. Also, I decided to give him a goatee because he would probably wear one to spite his dad and his butt chin. Anyway, hope you dig the designs. Tina's is probably my favorite. Edit 10/4/2022: I changed Zeke's facial expression and gave Tina, Gene, and Zeke some earrings. Edit 10/09/2022 I changed Zeke's designs because I started hating his pants. I gave him cargo shorts instead. I also gave Zeke's shirt very short sleeves that were inspired by @bluebirbbs design. They are very short though because I didn't want to cover his tattoos. I gave Zeke more facial hair compared to the three lines in his old design. I liked his soul patch in the season 12 finale and gave him some stubble because I thought it fit him. The biggest reason I wanted to give him shorts was because of the leg hair. I wanted to show him as a hairy guy but I couldn't do it with his arms because of the tattoos so I went with legs instead.

[maleficore]

Saw a few other people do it so here's my take on an

✨Arthur Morgan playlist ✨

feat. my terribly inconsistent taste in music.

It's gonna be a long one because I'm about to ramble about each and every song, so I'm adding a cut.

If you just want to listen to it, HERE is the link :)

Behind Blue Eyes by Limp Bizkit

"No one knows what its like; To be the bad man; To be the sad man; Behind blue eyes" Come on.

She Burns by Fov Vance

This is the obligatory Mary song. Like the entirety of it. Just listen.

Their Truth by Tyto Grey

Not only is it the ultimate wanderlust song, but also "They’ll pull the shade over your eyes; And convince you to sacrifice; All of your life" Lord have mercy.

Colors by Halsey

Listen, I know this is a love song. But the theme of betrayal and abandonment feels very appropriate for Arthur's relationship with Dutch and the way it progresses throughout the game. Just keep that in mind when listening and you'll understand what I mean.

Youth by Daughter

The whole song. Literally. I have no idea why this is not considered The Arthur Morgan Song™ "And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones; 'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs" Or the entire "We are the reckless, we are the wild youth; Chasing visions of our futures; One day, we'll reveal the truth; That one will die before he gets there" verse. Bro.

Blonde Hair, Black Lungs by Sorority Noise

I'll admit I mainly put this one in because of the title lmao, but also works nicely as another Mary song? Just a way more sad and less lovesick one.

I'll Be Good by James Young

I'd have to paste the entire song here. It fits that well.

It's Alright by Mother Mother

The whole song again. I really wish he could listen to this one on repeat.

Little Dark Age by MGMT

"Forgiving who you are for what you stand to gain; Just know that if you hide, it doesn't go away" :)

Wires by The Neighborhood

This one is probably more Dutch than Arthur in parts, but fits them both as a duo just as well. I'm not gonna paste the entire second verse, but it's very Arthur at the end of it all there.

Art School Wannabe by Sorority Noise

"Maybe I'm my own greatest fear Maybe I'm just scared to admit that I might not be as dark as I think Maybe I am not the person That I never wanted to be" Yeah.

Run by AWOLNATION

Well I'd say "I am a human being capable of doing terrible things" works well and the song is fire so.

Me and My Friends Are Lonely by Matt Maeson

"I was looking for a purpose, what a chance, you had some with you" gave me baby Arthur vibes. Idk what more to tell ya. ("I always figured that I'd be the one to die alone" hurts good too so...)

Oh My God by Ida Maria

"Arthur's inability to leave the gang" the song, basically.

No Roots by Alice Merton

"I build a home and wait for someone to tear it down Then pack it up in boxes, head for the next town running" no more thoughts than that. Song works well for an outlaw.

Renegades by X Ambassadors

Same thing. Outlaw song :)

Born To Die by Lana Del Rey

I saw a John & Arthur edit on TikTok so good I couldn't not add this one. Lyrics work for them so well.

Trouble by Cage The Elephant

"Trouble on my left, trouble on my right I've been facing trouble almost all my life My sweet love, won't you pull me through? Everywhere I look, I catch a glimpse of you I said it was love and I did it for life, didn't do it for you" *shrugs*

And here's a few last ones that I've added purely because The Vibes felt right:

We Might Be Dead By Tomorrow by Soko

Scar Tissue by Red Hot Chili Peppers

Alien Blues by Vundabar

Father by The Front Bottoms

East by Sleeping At Last

[sapphicwhxre]

behind closed doors

♡ pairing: harry potter x reader x ginny weasley

♡ summary: ginny wants to add a third person to her sex life with harry and you make them both glad he said yes.

♡ requested: yes | no

♡ warnings: oh my god it's FILTH ─ swearing, threesome smut, oral sex (female & male receiving), face fucking, fingering, vaginal sex, praise/possession kink, scissoring, overstimulation, nipple play/praise, cum slut stuff but i got no clue what to tag that as. also i didn’t proofread or edit because if i reread any of this shit i know it won’t get posted LMAO

it was funny, really.

everyone thought the chosen one was this awkward, inexperienced git when it came to sex. and they all thought the youngest and only girl of the weasleys must be this pure little princess. but, they were oh so wrong and you knew that first hand.

you knew because harry was almost at his breaking point. he didn’t think there was anything as precious or plain sexy as ginevra weasley but merlin, did she have some odd kinks. he’d do them all for her, even enjoyed some of them. but this one had harry redder than dragon breath.

“ginny, i don’t want another guy with his hands on you when we’re being intimate!”

finally snapping, harry was flushed and frustrated. it was the second time ginny had brought up the possibility of bringing another person into their bedroom and harry did not see the appeal. the weasley girl perked an eyebrow, however, and laughed.

“who said anything about a guy, dear?” ginny toyed with a charm on the bracelet you’d given her and shook her head. “you know my friend, y/n, don’t you?”

the boy’s eyes widened behind his glasses and his mouth went a bit dry. “yes,” was all he managed, trying to remember what house you were even in. what he did remember was that you were quite the sight to look at.

ginny grabbed harry's hand, “we had a bit of a thing before you and i. she’s a fun person, she’d do it without any strings attached.”

how had harry had no idea that his girlfriend had been sleeping with y/n? and why did the idea of letting her into the equation arouse him so much? although surprised that ginny felt absolutely no jealousy or even batted an eye at the situation, he found himself grinning when ginny did at his sudden nod.

this was how you’d ended up with harry potter’s cock buried in your pussy while your face was in ginny’s. and right now, it wasn’t very funny at all. what it was fell under the category of fucking like heaven.

“oh, good girl, just like that, y/n!”

ginny moaned with her head thrown back. her eyes were rolling back into her head with every moan she heard from her boyfriend paired with the warm vibrations of yours meeting her pussy. “look so pretty, taking harry’s cock for us,” you responded to her dirty praise by a finger into her dripping cunt, your tongue still assaulting her folds and your ass in the air. she moaned even louder and barely made eye contact with harry, who was still thrusting into your clenching walls. “so good, y/n... blimey, gin, she’s so tight,”

“and ours,” the panting girl added, her hands now gripping your hair messily. “our pretty little slut, in’t that right, harry?” he agreed with a rather distracted grunt but ginny was too occupied to respond, screaming as you put your fingers as deep into her as you could, curling and pumping while your tongue kept adoring her clit. “oh, y/n, y/n, y/n,” it was impossible at this point to tell whose moans were whose and who was saying your name louder, but either way it was addicting.

“f-fuck!” you babbled incoherently, harry and ginny's names both getting lost on the way out of your mouth. harry burst into you with a final, shallow thrust, moaning like a porn star. your orgasm clenched your stomach and your walls tightened around harry’s dick while you came, the white liquid seeping out into ginny’s view. your breathy moan was hot on ginny’s throbbing pink pussy and the sight made her want to come, hard. you took your fingers away and instantly replaced them with your tongue. gripping her thighs tightly, you let all of her sweet cum enter your mouth and drip down your chin eagerly.

“oh, that’s a good girl,” ginny was breathing fast and giving both of you a toothy grin ─ one which you and harry returned. “how hot does she look, harry?”

“so hot,” harry gasped, forehead sweaty and cheeks flushed red. “so hot covered in our cum, she knows that, doesn’t she?”

nodding and flustered, you tried to gather yourself after being fucked and fucking ginny at the same time but you were flipped onto your back. a loud yelp caught both ginny and harry and they both wore different smirks on their face. harry's said he was nothing short of loving the experience and ginny was thinking of ways to make it better for the former... and herself.

“open,” she commanded, biting her bottom lip with the cockiest look on her face. without any hesitation, you spread your legs as wide as you could to let ginny do whatever she wanted with you. “good little girl, you’ll be rewarded,” she hummed and you were desperate to be touched again. “but first ‘m gonna let harry have a bit more fun, show him just how good you are with that pretty mouth.”

the messy haired boy was already pumping up and down his shaft, tip as pink as his cheeks. “open?” harry’s request was softer but in some way, just as sexy as ginny’s. you parted your lips just enough to take his tip between them and sucked softly, eyes intent on harry while you did so. his were already scrunched in need and you made your way down, cum covered lips and saliva wetting his dick for you to suck him better. with hollowed cheeks, you bobbed up and down on his length, feeling more and more satisfied with his bucks hitting your throat. even gagging on his cock and nose hitting right above where he was slapping against his own skin, you moaned and sucked until ginny spit on your cunt.

“oh,” you let out muffled on harry. no longer watching you two, ginny was lowering her own pussy onto yours and the heat of both your aroused cunts felt heavenly. you whimpered with your lips around harry, tears streaming down your face, hoping to be touched by ginny. your wish was granted as you moaned muffled again and she sank onto you, using your thigh to ride your pussy. clits rubbing against one another with deliciously rough friction, cock all the way into your mouth, you saw stars. it didn’t even matter whose cum was dripping down your leg when the pleasure you felt was so mindblowing and harry was spilling his seed down your throat. “good little cum slut,” ginny rubbed your clit harshly.

“ginny, this is so good,” you groaned, on the verge of a sob, “but ‘m too sensitive, just let me please you guys,”

as if you’d told a funny joke, she laughed and turned to harry. “your turn baby, i want that pretty, pretty mouth back between my legs now that she’s all swollen and sexy,”

“poor thing,” harry chuckled at your scream when he attached his mouth to your soaked and abused pussy. his hands yanked you by the ass and he ate you out like you were a fucking pumpkin pasty. ginny lowered to sit this time on your mouth, facing harry’s buried head. whimpering almost pitifully, though extremely sexy to the couple you were pleasing, your tongue took messy movements to ginny’s pussy.

she was so wet that it didn't matter how out of it the sensations had you, your open mouth on her core was enough to have ginny spitting moan after moan. “cum now, y/n, i know you’ve got another one left in you,” harry cooed. you couldn’t even object with your mouth so preoccupied and all coherent thoughts being smashed by harry’s tongue fucking your hole. “that's it,” his teeth grazed you while you came and your sob on ginny’s pussy sent her to the very edge of her orgasm.

right then and there, she could have orgasmed all over your flushed face but she held on and took her pale fingers to your breasts. “i think she’s got one more in her harry, fuck her one more time,” she purred, hips bucking on your lips. the strangled moan you exhaled made harry beam while he prepared to enter you again. “you love it, don't you?” your mouth tasting between ginny’s slick folds wouldn’t let you scream his name, but you desperately wanted to when harry pushed all of his inches into you. “being just a pretty cum slut?”

in only a minute, ginny’s release washed over your face and flooded your senses. all you tasted was the last ginny had before she collpased beside you, panting heavily. she watched as harry kept fucking you like you were theirs. “pretty tits bouncing, shame we didn't give ‘em too much attention,” she chirped. your teary eyes widened, you weren’t sure if you could take ginny touching your breasts on top of harry pounding into you. but you desperately wanted to.

it must have showed in your eyes, or admittedly, in ginny’s desire because she wrapped her lips around one of your nipples and pinched the other one before switching to soft flicking. “so tasty,” she alternated, praising both your tits with her skilled fingers and warm mouth. about to coax you into your orgasm, you finished loudly and harry let himself release the second that you did. pulling out, he found his way next to ginny and wrapped his hands around her waist while she focused on your tits, tired yet euphoric. “aren’t they perfect?” ginny hummed contently and released them, and harry stroked your hair and ginny's.

“y’know, perfect’s just one word i’d use for this.”

the lovely filth of having the wild versions of harry potter and ginny weasley all to yourself were some of your best nights, you often thought. though you supposed deep down that they were the ones who had you to themselves, you didn’t care. what mattered much more was that you ─ and certainly ginny and harry ─ were quite glad that you were their good, little slut.

─────♡

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

DON'T CROSS THE LIMIT

Second part: No without you.

Hank ‘Tranq’ Loza x Obispo ‘Bishop’ Losa daughter!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Author comments: Something I needed to write. This work wasn't re-edited, so I'm sorry if you find grammar mistakes! I hope you all enjoy. Gif credits: @sonsofeorl.

WARNINGS: NSFW, soft smut and maybe a little angst.

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“Do you need someone to fix you up, Pacificador?”

Tranq turns around finding you resting against the metallic wall, close to the ring, holding a beer on your left hand with a leg curled. You're wearing one of those charming smiles that drive him insane. He was so focused fighting against Ibarra, that he didn't notice you between the crowd. Looking at him from bottom to top, stopping for a second on his bare and sweated chest barely breathing, you lick your lower lip standing up from the wall.

The last time you saw him was four months ago, before you had to go to work in a hospital in New York. But now, you're back. And with you, the sexual tension that has been installed among both since you met him six years ago, when your father brought you from Mexico. Bishop is aware of what you feel for each other, but he has never commented anything about it; he is not going to interfere in the decisions you make.

The man smirks at you, trying to clean his face of blood and sweat with a black towel.

“Do I look like I need someone's help?” He teases you, taking some steps closer.

Shortening the distance and leaning on your toes, you reach his ear without touching him.

“I know you can… take care of yourself, but I also know that my thighs could feel so good on top of you”. You whisper with a sensual thread of voice, some seconds before breaking the moment. “But you're a grown man. You can do it alone”.

Having a sip from your drink, you palm his chest twice about giving him your back. Grabbing your waist with a tattooed arm, he bows forward, placing his lips on your ear.

“Why do it alone… when la princesa de los Mayas offered herself? Club business, right?”

“Anything for my club, Pacificador”. You chuckle twisting your neck enough to look at him.

Greeting other Mayans on your way to the clubhouse, you start a race with the man through the hallway, coming into his room. Laughing and feeling happy for the first time in months, when he closes the door and catches you between his arms. Tranq sinks his nose on your neck, having a deep, deep breath of the fruity scent wrapping your skin. You let him take his time to assimilate that you are really there, and that it's not a dream.

“How many time do I have until lose you again for… who knows how many months?”

“Live the moment”.

“I'm doing it, princesa”.

Turning around under his grip, you lift up both hands to caress his chest, with your eyes on your own fingers drawing imaginary patterns.

“Take a shower, while I find the things to…” You point his face for a second, alluding to the wounds.

He nods in silence, pressing his lips on your cheek too close of your corners. You have never crossed the limit, but you can't help fantasizing about how good his tongue must feel against yours, or his hands roaming through your body. Leaving you alone at the center of the dorm, you have to take a minute to calm yourself down, before looking for the medical kit.

You wait for him checking some emails on your phone, finding your new contract ready to be signed tomorrow by morning. But you leave it away over the desk, when Tranq gets out of the bathroom wearing clean clothes. And you could swear that no one fits this good in black. No one. His face looks somewhat better, but his left eyebrow keeps bleeding. Having a seat on the edge of the mattress, next to the medical stuff, you open the kit to take some cotton to wet in peroxide.

“Don' move, okay?”

“And you?”

“What?”

“That if you can move”.

“Of co—”.

Not ending the sentence, he pushes you onto his lap with both hands on your hips. You can't help but leave an innocent laughter escaping from your throat. Your left hand tours his skin cleaning the fresh blood mixed with the short hair over his eye, focusing on the size of the wound to know how many stitches you will need. But one is more than enough. Hank can defend himself pretty well, he's been doing it since ever. You know his story. You know all the shit he has been through over the year, until Padrino called him to join the Mayans. He's also one of the most interesting men you have ever known.

“You were right”. He mutters.

“Yeah, I'm always right”. You reply too low, focused on the simple task. “But exactly, about what I'm right at this moment…?”

“About how good your thighs feel”.

You were so assorted in taking care of him, that you didn't notice his huge and long fingers touching your skin. His thumbs going up from your knees, barely lifting the beginning of your skirt. Then, they go down again, to repeat the ephemeral caresses that speed up your pulse.

“Stop… This looks like the… start of a horrible porn movie”. You complain with a soft laugh, leaving away the cotton inside the medical kit.

“I'm sure it would be the best porn movie of all”.

You lean back some inches, twisting your neck with an incredulous gesture in your face.

“What? My mother didn't raise a liar”. He adds with a firm tone of voice.

“Ay, ya, Hank… Párale, ¿sí?” (C'mon, Hank… Stop, okay?). You laugh again grabbing the small stitch, taking off the security paper to focus again on the gap.

But you can't. His hands keep touring your thighs and it's killing you, torturing you to death. Sticking it over the eyebrow, making some pressure, you crouch your gaze to his attentive dark eyes.

“What?”

“What if I can't stop?”

“Look, there is a line between us”. You remark with a hand among your chests. “And we can't cross it”.

“Tell me I'm not crazy”. He says pulling away some bristles of your hair, behind your ear. “Tell me that you feel the same”.

“What would solve that?” You sigh, closing your eyes, resting your hands on his shoulders.

“Nothing. But I just want to know if you have ever imagined a life together. That it wasn't only me”.

“I do. I do so many times that I find myself talking to you, as if you were with me in New York. In the kitchen, in the living room, in the bed… But then I realize you're not there, and my heart breaks a little more”.

“Why don't you call me? Why don't you text me?”

“For what? For… make it real five minutes? Then I would hang up the call and still be alone".

“You know I could leave the club and move to the big city, for you”.

Yes, you know. You know that he would leave everything for you. He can easily find a normal job, with his skills and his personality. But you know that he loves the Mayans; his brothers, his family. The mexican brings you back to reality when his lips peck your collarbone. Gently and slow.

“I bet no one can make you feel like I do”. He soughs between dearly kisses, dragging his hands on your thighs, until his wrists disappear under your skin.

His thumbs stretch both sides of your legs, nailing his other fingers under your buttocks.

“I bet no one can touch you like I do”.

His rapturous voice intoxicates you completely, closing your eyes again and focusing on his caresses. Traveling his mouth to your neck, leaving some short kisses there.

“I bet you're so wet right now because of me”.

“Hank…” You gasp totally lost in the way his right hand has to go a little down.

You can't lie. It's the first time he goes so farther, and he already has you begging in silence for something else, however slight. His forefinger continues over your panties, down to your core to press it lightly. A soft moan dies in your throat with his teeth trailing your skin. He knows exactly how to play with your mind to drive you crazy.

“Just one second”. He implores you muttering it, not needing a single word from you to know what you want him to do.

With the help of a second finger, Tranq pulls aside the fabric, sliding the longer one inside you; so slow that you can feel perfectly how it makes its way between your tightness. You moan again kissing your chin, until reaching the height of your lips.

“This feels so much better…”

“Hank…”

He ignores you, pulling down his finger to thrust it again, drinking every gasp, every sob that comes from your mouth. You are conscious that this shouldn't be happening, but four months has been too much time. You used to conform yourself with a light touch from him, a kiss on your cheek, a quick hug. But now, you can't handle the necessity you have developed by having so much distance between you two. And you want more.

“Stop, please…” Fortunately, your brain manages to make a connection with your mouth.

“You sure?” He asks, somewhat disappointed.

“We can't”. You shake your head, growling pitifully when you feel the emptiness wrapping you again.

The mexican nods then, supporting both palms of his hands on the mattress, pulling his gaze away from you.

“I'm sorry”.

“It's okay, princesa”.

He's not angry at you, but at the separated lifes you have to live because of your father. Because you can't lose him, even if it means to lose yourselves. Getting up from his lap, you put your clothes on well, accommodating your hair behind your shoulders to pick up the medical stuff. Grabbing your phone from the desk, you leave the dorm with your legs shaking. More because of the rage, than because of the pleasure, for short it was.

Reaching the bar, you take a Jose Cuervo bottle from it, to hide inside the Templo. The only place where no one is going to come in tonight. The Mayans are too busy enjoying the party and the bitches hanging around. Almost closing the door, you fall down on the leather sofa, opening the tequila to have a long sip until the liquid burns your throat. He has made it real for a moment and you're feeling unhappy like never before.

The salty tears flow in your lips, without knowing when you started to cry. It's terrible shit carry something like that for six years, touching it with your fingertips, to see that you're losing it out of sheer cowardice. And, what could be worse? Lose your father, who has loved you unconditionally, or lose the man who you love unconditionally?

[threbe]

Outfit I made for Oscar last year he got the lamp back XD

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This is my favorite picture of him iv made over the past year this long ok takes about 20 minute to edit together caz I have to draw Oscar color him then

add the orange log in his outfit then at the I originally used in this look I add more color to it and stars in new art iv used bit the looks still come out about the same

This out for has layers to it as well for his accessories I gave his this necklace it was originally going to be a scarf and the gems and it were going to be dust gems I carried this over from another look I was going to give him where he had an outfit that was going to be powered by dust since he can't really use magic without him merging faster with ozpin but I scrap that idea but I kept the scarf and changed it to a necklace ,

He also has gravity cuffs and a gravity armlet on his left arm I was going to give him gravity anklets but with the semblance I was hoping he'd get or that he possibly gets I hope that Oscar will be able to fly that's why in this picture I have him like he's floating this isn't the full picture this is cropped out from when I edited I might submit the full picture later if I can find it it's on another SD card or I usually keep my art but I switched phones and I just added some of the art I could find to it

I've also given him rings based off of rings that I saw that I thought looked cool they are also carried over from another look where the rings were going to have magic or dust in them but I'm not still sure if I'm going to go with that when I keep drawing him from now on I might change it

And I know what you're thinking why does he have so many belts but let me explain the belts coming from under the necklace are actually a backpack on his back you just can't see it the red belt he has on with the gold buckle and leaf is a built that also

carried over from another look that I constantly draw him in now and just will always draw Oscar in from now on cuz I love how this belt turned out the orange woven belt is also another belt from a look I made for Oscar for his vacuole look it actually goes with the other layer that's under the jacket he's wearing and he just kept it on

The orange belt like thing under the red belt with a gold buckle and lease is actually like a sash that also carry over from another look let's be real a lot of parts for this current look I may Oscar carried over from others looks and I combined them mostly into this and I like it turned out when I was originally making this look I didn't plan on how the jacket

looked the only parts I had planned out is where I wanted to put orange on it because orange is really good color on Oscar and I know right now in the show we're seeing Oscar and more green because they're showing how he's wearing green represent that he's one of Oz's many lives but I hope that is we see Oscar still be himself he'll switch back to maybe wearing orange and maybe still have green somewhere in his outfit and I also has to do with the layer under his coat under his coat is like the sleeveless coat thing I have for men it's kind of like how wise has all those layers currently and her

Atlas look like if he removed the jacket it's another layer under it and it's like a sleeveless Long jacket thing that way if Oscar got hot and vacuole he could just tie his normal jacket around his waist and have that on and as you can see it's peeking from under the coat at the bottom and you can clearly see it it's orange and it has like yellow leaves on it and it has like a leaf charm at the bottom of it hanging off I had it where it kind of messed the belt but I also changed how the colors of this undercoat is sometimes in other words like recently I've been coloring it and more of a neon purple because it

makes the reds in his outfit come out more cuz Oscar is inside of his coat that you see on top with the Stars and orange logo is red on the inside of the coat and when I have his collar popped out in some of the newer art you can actually see the red

I also gave him new shoes I might change these shoes later cuz those shoes were like a first draft I just wanted to give him some new red shoes I added like gold to them to make them stand out more from his current shoes but I think they're okay so far the pants he has on they're kind of like leggings / jogging pants I guess and they have green and orange stripes going up them they're just kind of like normal pants under the orange jacket with the leaves on the bottom he has like a

undershirt on that comes in multiple colors I'll show that in art at another time but sometimes I just have it where it's a black tank shirt under that most of the time and my newer art cuz I've changed that as well sorry all this seems long-winded I'm just happy to start up this art account and start posting my art on here of Rwby and past fan art I've made I hope everyone likes it

[venilegiamavi]

Travis Miller moodboard from xSnickerss Wattpad stories Rebel One/Trained One

Also, we were talking about it, so I accidentally wrote more. I haven't edited this because I am lazy also, I included part 1 of my AU for those who haven't read it.

“Travis? Hey, Travis!”

“Hm?” I slowed the drumming of my hands against the lunchroom table and glanced over at Allen, one of my teammates. His eyes shifted past me and he continued, “Is it just me, or has that creepy new girl been stalking us?”

I rolled my eyes, “Creepy? She’s not creepy,” I glanced around the room until my eyes met hers. She was biting her lower lip with creased brows as she stared directly into my eyes. I gave her a wolfish grin, “She’s hot.”

The girl’s blue eyes bore into mine as she brushed her hair from her face. She wasn’t far from our table, probably close enough to hear us even, but who gives a fuck. The hot girl had transferred here a few weeks ago.

“She can be both.” Allen reminded me, then he leaned forward and whispered to me, “That Lacey girl is silent. She has been here for three weeks and she never speaks to anyone, she wears nothing but black, and she doesn’t make a sound when she walks. Can we get ready for class,” his voice was almost inaudible as he hissed, “before she cuts us down with her scythe and sends us to hell?”

“She’s not the grim reaper.” I reminded him, finally breaking eye contact with the hot girl- no, Lacey. That’s what Allen had called her.

“She could be.” He insisted.

“Ugh, I am so tired of this fucking city. I can’t wait until we graduate so I can get the fuck out of here.” I groaned, and Allen just rolled his eyes, “Yeah, right. Your mom won’t even let you go anywhere for our tournaments. You think that she is magically going to allow you to leave when you graduate?”

I ignored him, eying the fire alarm, “Hey, you want to get out of here?”

Allen followed my gaze and his eyes widened.

I tried not to grin as we followed the pack of students out of the building. Allen was in front of me, and he had finally stopped complaining about my ‘rule breaking’ and ‘issue with authority’. Whatever. I reached the bottom of the stairs, still rolling my eyes at the back of Allen’s head, when something covered my mouth. I could hear my own muffled yelp, but Allen continued walking, completely oblivious as the alarm loudly continued. Behind me, I could feel the soft body of a woman press up against my back, just as I began to wonder if I could just break free, I felt nails scape against my scalp as she grabbed a handful of my hair. I winced as she tugged sharply on my curls as she dragged me underneath the stairs.

She shoved me against the wall, and I grimaced at how cold it was against my face and chest. I still couldn't see her, and I realized that I couldn’t hear her breathing or moving; all I could hear was my own heart, thundering in my chest. It was a familiar rush of adrenaline that I often got during tournaments when our team got to host at our school. I swallowed hard, trying to calm myself down.

“Shhh, shh, shh.” The voice calmly whispered to me in a similar tone that most would whisper to a frightened pet. I glowered at the grey wall in front of my eyes and tried to stop tapping my fingers on my thighs. I gave an experimental lean into her hands, trying to shift away from the wall a bit, but the hand in my hair yanked back even farther and I hissed in pain before relaxing and letting her hold me tightly against the wall. She was still pressed up against me. Her body felt small and lithe, and I tried to stop thinking about it. Think about anything else or this was going to be embarrassing, I willed myself. The doors clicked closed, and there was a beat before her grip slowly loosened, and she stepped back a bit to give me some room to turn around.

“Sorry,” Lacey began, removing herself from my personal space. Too bad, I mused. “I wanted to talk.”

I raised my eyebrows as I looked down at her, “Have you considered just passing me a note in class?”

She pinched her blonde brows together slightly as she pursed her lips, and after a moment she whispered in an almost nervous voice, “Isn’t that against the rules?”

Damn, she was cute. I tried to focus, “Well, yeah,” I shrugged, “but so is kidnapping someone during a fire and murdering them.”

Lacey’s blue eyes twinkled with mischief as she smirked, “I saw you pull the fire alarm.”

“So, you’re not going to deny murdering me?” I could feel myself leaning in towards her as I returned her smirk. Lacey crossed her arms, but her voice was still playful, “Is there a reason that I should murder you?”

I couldn’t help it. My eyes wandered down her body. She was shorter than me, very slight, with blonde straight hair and blue eyes. She moved like water. Fluidly, graceful, and with a confidence that her voice didn’t seem to match.

“I am not going to murder you.” She reassured seriously, and I wondered for a moment if she had realized that I was joking, but she continued before I could reply, “I want to talk to you. After school. When the fire alarm isn’t incessantly screaming. Ditch your accessory.”

“Who, Allen?”

“Sure.” She shrugged, disinterested.

I nodded, more confused than anything else.

“Good.” She nodded, and then turned and left the school, leaving me leaning on the wall underneath the stairs, trying to figure out what had just happened.

I was even more antsy for the rest of the day, Allen had been confused about why I had changed my mind about skipping school, and even moreso when. I declined when he offered me a ride home, but I waved him off.

She was nowhere outside, so I decided that I would wait. Leaning across a bench, I propped my legs up on one side and pulled out my phone. There were a few texts from my mother. One from my step brother, and one from Allen about practice tomorrow. I had answered the first two, when I glanced up over my phone, I jumped- Lacey was sitting on the back of the bench with her legs neatly crossed, just barely perching her feet on the bench not touching me.

She looked down at me, frowning, and shrugged, “How was your day?”

I paused before slowly urging my heart rate back down, “Fine, I guess. How was yours?”

She shrugged and stared into the distance. A few moments passed, and I restlessly jiggled one of my legs on the bench, “so,” I said, “any particular reason for the impromptu chat? Not that I am not enjoying it, just, you know, was a bit of a surprise.”

Lacey chewed on her lower lip for a moment before she looked me in the eyes, “I think we should date.”

What? I stared at her, but she didn't add anything to her statement, which made me throw my hands above my head as I asked, “Date? Do you even know anything about me?”

Lacey, apparently unbothered by my reaction, curved her lips into a smirk and said, “Travis Miller. You were raised locally, moved here with your mother at a young age when she settled down with your step father, you have a younger brother Nate who also attends school here. You joined the school paintball team last year and are considered a natural, and you like to make sure people know that. You spend almost all of your spare time with your team or friends. You are relatively popular and well liked here. You also,” she added, putting a hand on my leg to still it’s jiggling, “make a lot of noise and can never sit still.”

I stared at her, stunned into silence for once, and she raised her brows, tilting her hear curiously, “Did I get anything wrong?”

Snapping out of it, I drummed my hands nervously at my sides, “Oh, uh, well, no. All right. So, do you know everything about everyone? Or just me?”

Lacey's smile grew a bit, and a bit of a chill passed through me. After a moment, she admitted, “I don't really, you know, fit in.”

I raised my eyebrows, and she ignored me, “I’m not very good and making friends and socializing. People skills are not necessarily my thing.”

I could see that. Resisting the urge to be rude, I nodded. She continued, “So, if we are dating, then you can teach me. That way, I will be able to fit in better.”

Carefully, I shifted my legs to get up off of the bench without disturbing her, and I stood. Frowning at her for a moment before I paced back and forth and thinking it out. I balanced my options. On one hand, she was drop dead gorgeous, and it could be fun. On the other hand, she seemed like a crazy stalker.

Hating myself a little bit, I hesitated, “What’s in it for me?”

[thedispatched]

Ok so I finally read the soompi post defending Lucas and I wanted to share my thoughts:

They presented some strong points, but their bias is also pretty obvious and they always land with such bold assumptions that just don't make sense. It makes me a bit skeptical.

Anyway, I'll start with the information they got from the ooooshiiim account and the twitter prediction account:

The user ids they represented are def real, that can be easily confirmed by going to websites that translate user handles to ids.

But them comparing one manga character to lucas and assuming that somehow that disproves OP 1's claims is hilarious LMAO. The description of the fictional character would literally fit most male idols, idk how they went like "oh this guy severely resembles lucas, another evidence yay!"

As with the Instagram account, I can't seem to find it?? If, say, it's really OP, did they happen to find the soompi post and decided to delete the Instagram account/change the username? This is also poses the possibility that the Instagram account isn't actually real, but I guess we'll never know.

I also wish the soompi lumi provided a link to the account and some more elaboration on how their cyber investigator found it through the twitter acc's digital footprints. The manga part is very elaborate but most else is just pretty vague which I find a bit questionable?

The said fabrication of the chat records: doesn't the gaps depend on what version of WeChat it is? I searched for "wechat screenshots" and some gaps can indeed be as big as the ones in the chat records.

It would also have been better if they highlighted the gap inconsistencies/misalignments they are pointing out because personally I don't see it(but maybe it's just my eyes bluffing).

I don't have much to say about the schedule parts since I don't follow their schedules closely and I'm too lazy to search for it, but I guess what those fans said do make sense.

The voice messages: I don't have much to say either since I don't speak korean. But last time I heard the alleged voice message and the bubble one lumis are using as proof, they didn't sound alike. But then again, I don't know korean.

The sasaeng photos: I guess it also kinda makes sense. But I feel like the fan who said they got the same photo OP 1 had provided should have just showed a screenshot of her conversation with the sasaeng she claims to be selling them, I mean, the photo is already out, so what difference of not specifying which photo it is/not showing the screenshots of her conversation with the sasaeng would make?

The ring part: the soompi lumi's argument also seems pretty valid. It really does not look like his finger.

The OP 2 part: I don't know mandarin or cantonese so I can't really comment on the nuances the fans are trying to point out. I don't understand the red boxes though, were those part of the original photos OP 2 provided or are they highlights of the misalignments lumis are trying to point out?

The OP 3 part: Oh they can definitely be a guy, but it's also possible that they didn't use their actual gender in the account(I myself do that all the time, for privacy reasons). But once again, we will never know which is true.

The photo is indeed very questionable. Why is the background blurred? Why are there plushies everywhere? Why is there a reflection of what seems like a man in the glass when they're supposedly alone? But there seems to be a door and a small hallway reflected on the glass too? It looks clean and hotel-like. And the one who took the photo seemed to be sitting right besides him based on the photo's angle. If it's taken by a sasaeng staff as fans have claimed, how did the sasaeng staff secretly took a photo like that while literally sitting besides lucas and with other people around them(like the "man in the glass") without the other people in the dorm questioning what the fuck is that staff doing? But another explanation I can think of(if the photo really came from a sasaeng staff) is that a member took the photo(with Lucas being aware of it) and somehow the sasaeng staff managed to get it?

With OP 3's chat records, again I don't see the gap mistakes or misalignment they are pointing out, I again tried to look at WeChat examples on the internet and the difference between the size of the messages and the dates is a normal thing, so is the gap between 2 messages vs the gap at bottom of the chat. And the "difference" between the two s's in lucas's username they are pointing out is honestly ridiculous. The photo is taken from an asymmetrical angle, of course the sizes would look unequal.

The sleeping photos: the plushies' textures don't look the same, dorm plushie looks more rough while the plushie Lucas is sleeping with looks softer and fuzzier. And if it was taken by a sasaeng in the wayv dorm as fans have claimed, how the hell is the sasaeng within such a close proximity? There's so many people in the dorm and I doubt they'd be all asleep at that time to not notice that a sasaeng is right besides their sleeping member literally photographing him.

The jacket and photo receipts: Oh I've seen this on another article. I'm convinced with the debunking of the jacket part, and receipts are everywhere in the internet. I guess it isn't impossible that OP 3 might have just took the receipts somewhere online.

OP 4's surfing video: Yes, same pose, but different angles? That does not look exactly the same as the one he showed in his socials. But that black spot is definitely questionable.

OP 4's WeChat records: Oh another questionable one. Especially the imbalance in the color value. But once I again I think it would have been better if they provided the links to the other debunk posts they included because man I can't see the cutting traces in the chats that they are pointing out.

OP 1's second post: again I think the difference in wechat date layouts depend on the version? And why did most koreans themselves didn't question the difference in OP 1's wechat? Like if korean wechat really don't look like that, wouldn't they point it out?

"their account creation dates and account activity all falls within the same time period." Um no?? 2015, 2019, 2018 are same time periods??

In conclusion, as I said before, I think the soompi lumi presented strong points that really make you question the credibility of the allegations, but their intense bias towards lucas makes them quite questionable, too. And the way they treat every debunk post like the absolute divine truth is pretty off-putting.

I'm convinced not everything in the allegations are true. I'm just curious about the severity of his actions. Maybe he dated them, but maybe he wasn't an asshole? But if that's the case why would they try to ruin his image if he treated them right? Or maybe he really was an asshole but some of the story isn't true? Ah I'm still so confused of what to think but I believe there has to be some truth in the story, but just how bad is the truth???

thank you for sending me your thoughts! it's always interesting to see what other people think. (and sorry for the late reply!)

i'm not gonna say much as i've talk about my thoughts on the post already.

i agree about the manga, it's absolutely ridiculous how comparing one manga character to lucas debunks their claims. that's just one example of one of the far fetched assumptions that made me lean more towards not believing the article.

part of me also wondered if they created the ig account for their article but like you said, we’ll never know.

even if it doesn’t look like his finger in the messages, I’m pretty sure he mentioned winwin in the texts ??

I know some people blur the background of photos for either aesthetic, or mostly for privacy reasons.

I honestly don’t know how people are seeing a man in the reflection. It’s a literally blob. You can’t make out any (person) shape.

The jacket and receipts is the only thing I took away from that article that I actually kind of believed. I talked about this with another anon. That is super easy to fake, but the photos were also originally blurry so a “blur” around the words would be hard to solidify as evidence unless the photo is in ultra hd or something lol. But to me this is the most believable to be fake.

I once saw a twitter thread pointing out how the messages weren’t photoshopped and explained why they looked “misaligned” or whatever but I can’t remember what it said exactly besides auto translations. I won’t be able to find it again because it was so long ago :/

Someone can correct me if I’m wrong but wechat is more of a China thing? Like not a lot of people outside of China/non-Chinese use it. You’re right about why Koreans didn’t point it out, but I don’t think they’d know if they don’t use it ??

You asked a lot of questions and pointed out a lot of things that are something to think about, but I don’t think anyone has a clear answer unless you have an extreme bias.

I also wondered the severity of his actions. I think this whole thing is a mix of truth and lies. We all want to know the truth and the worst part is we never will. Like you said, how bad is the truth?

(I might edit this later and add some stuff 😅)

[l3nsman]

Where babies come from...

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Rated: T+ (Mild Swearing and implied adult situations)

Word Count: 6.000

So, this is my entry for @narutofanfic “Bland Period Contest”. It’s actually an idea I had for the the fifth chapter of “My Right Hand” fanfic, but I decided to rework it into a one-shot for the contest. I will edit it and add it to “My Right Hand” when the time comes. @sasaki-nh, @entou and @commanderkurama I hope you will still enjoy it!

The story is inspired by a scene on a doujin made by PixIV artist Izumi which features “Amputee Naruto” bumping into Hinata carrying a child and get seriously confused about it. It’s a short cute scene and doesn’t actually get anywhere in the original doujin, but I wanted to do something more with it!

'Thought'

"Dialogue"

Kurama

A million thoughts per second were passing through Naruto's head as the shock of what he was observing turned into blind panic. How could this happen? Why did this happen? How come he never knew anything about this? How come he never noticed? How come he never heard?

Hinata has a child??!

He rubbed his eyes and readjusted them hoping that what he was looking at was some sort of optical illusion. A genjutsu applied to him by a cruel rival.

"Dispel!" he angrily said as his left hand performed the basic genjutsu dispelling hand-seal.

Nope. Not an illusion.

Hinata was still standing in front of him with a kid tied around her waist on a sling, carrying it and lovingly smiling at it as it hugged her and suckled on her neck. She was holding a couple of bags filled with groceries.

The image was incredibly cute on its own, but to Naruto it caused an insurmountable amount of pain.

He looked at the kid that Hinata was carrying. It was a little girl a bit older than two. Two and a half at most.

The gears inside Naruto's head started to move. Two and a half years old. This meant she met the child's father before the war. Maybe a little bit after Pein's invasion.

Around the time she told him she loved him.

Feelings of bitterness and betrayal started to surface. Sure he never answered her confession, and she probably didn't mean that she loved him in a romantic sort of way, but the​ mere thought that she had another man's child during that time...

Who was the father? How come he never heard anything about this, until now?

He had to get to the bottom of this!

He gritted his teeth and approached the white-eyed kunoichi as calmly as he could. He tried to appear as calm as possible considering​ the circumstances.

"H-hey Hinata!"

Dammit! He couldn't prevent his voice from stuttering. He meant to sound cheerful and confident, but seeing Hinata carrying another man's child...

Still, it was enough to attract Hinata's attention.

"Oh! Naruto-kun!"

Her face brightened up like the sun and smiled warmly as she dashed towards him, her bags still in her hands.

It only made Naruto more angry at her. How could she smile like this when she was carrying another man's child! Shouldn't she be embarrassed or something?

Okay, she shouldn't, she wasn't his girlfriend or his wife or anything.

It still hurt though.

"Imagine meeting you here."

"Yeah. Imagine that. Bumping into you like this..."

That was a bold-faced lie. When he was informed that Hinata had returned early to the village from her mission with Team Eight, he used his Sage mode to track her down. He really wanted to spend some time with her. Ever since she started taking care of him, helping him adjust to life with one arm (that damn prosthetic wouldn't​ be ready for a few more months at least) he had grown to be quite attached to her. She was becoming a part of him and he actively sought to spend as much time with her as he could.

He couldn't quite explain it. Being around her made him feel so much warmth and joy...

But warmth and joy was not what he was feeling right now.

'Hinata was carrying another man's child! How can this be happening!?'

"Naruto-kun, is something wrong?"

"No! No! Why are you asking that?"

"Your face is all... sad... did something happen?"

Naruto mentally chastised himself. Of course Hinata would notice something was wrong with him. All this time they were spending together, her training him and helping him deal living with one arm. She had learned to easily pick up his moods and read him like an open book.

The white-eyed kunoichi noticed Naruto eyeing the child that she was carrying.

"Oh, you two haven't met before, have you? Naruto, this is Mirai-chan."

"Mirai... chan...?"

"Yes, Kurenai-sensei's daughter! Her normal babysitter has a really nasty cold and Team Eight is covering for her until she recovers and is able to safely resume her duties."

Naruto looked at her trying to process the information he just received. His face was akin to that of a child that had just been given a lecture in quantum physics.

"Kurenai-sensei's... daughter...? Babysitter...? What? Huh?"

"She is the child of Kurenai and Asuma." Hinata said patiently "a babysitter was assigned to Kurenai-sensei to help her raise her."

Naruto scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. He had actually forgotten about Team Eight's Sensei.

It wasn't surprising really. He hadn't really interacted that much with Kurenai Yuhi before or after the war. The last time he saw her was when he saw her at the hospital with Shikamaru. He remembered making a comment about how she had gotten fat at which point Shikamaru explained to him that she was pregnant and that she was about to have a child.

Come to think of it, if Hinata had a child she would have gotten fat too, right?

It finally dawned on him.

'This isn't Hinata's child!'

His face brightened up and his mood immediately changed. It was as if a big weight had been lifted off his shoulders. A big wide grin formed once more on his lips and he was back to his usual cheerful self once more.

"How are you doing Mirai-chan?" He said as he cheerfully extended his arms towards the little girl "I am big-brother Naruto! Nice to meet you!"

The little girl got a fearful expression and hugged Hinata tighter turning her back on him. Naruto's face fell as he heard a small cry from Hinata's back.

Hinata put the bags down and softly put her arms around little Mirai engulfing the little girl in a warm embrace. She gave Naruto an understanding look and smiled at him softly.

"Naruto-kun, you shouldn't​ make such sudden moves in front of  little Mirai-chan. She is at an age where she's still a little bit afraid of strangers."

The white-eyed kunoichi patted the little girl on the back and gently rocked her, causing her to calm down.

"There, there, Mirai-chan! Don't be afraid! Naruto-kun, is a good friend of mine. He just wants to be your friend too, See?"

For some reason the word "friend" caused a sharp pain on his chest. He took a few steps back trying to give the two some space.

"Yeah, Mirai-chan! I am not a bad guy! I just want to be your friend!"

The little girl lifted up her head and looked at her caretaker.

"Na-ta?'

"Yes, Mirai-chan?"

The little girl turned back to look at him. She was considerably calmed down, and she wasn't crying anymore, but she still eyed him suspiciously.

She eventually lifted her hand and pointed at him.

"Mo-ron!"

Naruto's face turned a whole new shade of pale.

"She... She thinks I'm a moron?"

Hinata smiled nervously at him.

"Well not necessarily. Kids that age are just learning to use words. There's a good chance she formed those words by mistake."

"Moron! Moron! Moron!"

"No! Mirai-chan! Naruto is NOT a moron. Okay?"

Hinata looked the little girl in the eye and gave her a stern look causing her to stop her chanting immediately.

"Not... moron?"

"Not moron!"

The girl pointed at Naruto once again and began smiling at him.

"Not moron! Not moron! Not moron!"

Naruto smiled back at the little girl and approached her more calmly this time. He slowly raised his pinkie and gently bought it close to her hand.

"Nice to finally meet you Mirai-chan!"

The little girl grabbed his finger and gently pulled it, smiling sweetly at him

"Not moron!"

The blonde Ninja smiled widely and accepted her gesture.

"Yes Mirai-chan! Not moron! But you can call me Naruto!"

"Na...Ruto?"

"Yes, Naruto!"

The little girl began twisting his finger shaking it up and down uncontrollably.

"Ruto! Ruto!"

"Ow! Ow!"

Naruto pulled back and rubbed his finger trying to make the pain subside.

He saw Hinata smiling warmly at him.

"I think she likes you, Naruto-kun!"

Hinata's words combined with her smile made his pain go away instantly.

He approached the two once more making extra sure to not extend any appendages towards the little girl.

"So... I get that you are looking after Mirai-chan, but what are you doing outside? I thought babysitting was something you do at a person's home."

"Well, Kurenai-sensei's babysitter is also supposed to help her with household chores and right now I am fetching some of her groceries."

"Need some help?"

"That won't be necessary Naruto-kun. I can handle this on my own."

She squatted trying to pick up the bags again. Naruto could see the strain on her face as she struggled to not lose her balance with Mirai tied around her.

"No, this won't do at all."

He gently pushed her back taking her place between the bags. He then formed a hand seal with his left hand summoning a shadow-clone to pick one of them up.

"Naruto, what do you think you..."

He picked up the other bag bringing his face close to hers. His bright smile made Hinata's heart skip several beats.

"You've been helping me out all this time. What sort of friend would I be if I didn't​ help you back?"

Hinata couldn't help but blush.

"Th- thank you, Naruto-kun..."

"You are more than welcome Hinata."

He started walking alongside​ his clone, trying to appear as cool as he could while "heroically" carrying the grocery bags.

"You just focus on taking care of Mirai-chan, okay? I'll handle the heavy-lifting stuff!"

"Okay... but... uh... Naruto-kun..."

"What is it Hinata?"

"Kurenai-sensei's house is in the opposite direction."

The little girl's​ face went blank as both Naruto and his clone embarrassingly crashed into each other while simultaneously trying to quickly turn the other way.

"Ruto... sure... not moron?"

The three of them eventually reached Kurenai's house. Hinata reached inside her pocket and took out a key in order to unlock the door. She stepped inside the house and took Mirai out of the baby sling placing her down on the floor.

The little girl started running around the house, quite excited to be able to stand on her two legs again after all this time of being carried around.

"Please be careful Mirai-chan!" she told the girl as she took off the baby sling and picked her up once more."You can get hurt really bad if you're not careful."

Naruto and his clone walked inside the house and left the grocery bags on the floor. The shadow-clone made a "thumbs up" sign and dispelled​ itself leaving the not-yet-couple alone with the kid.

"Oh come on! Mirai-chan is a smart girl. She won't get hurt that easily, right?"

"Maybe, but I still can't leave her to run around alone like this."

A light bulb went on inside Naruto's head.

"How about you leave her... with me?"

"With... you...?"

"Yeah, I will look after Mirai-chan for a while so you can take a breath or something."

"I don't think that's a good idea."

Naruto pouted.

"But I really want to..."

His eyes got wider and his face got a pleading look, akin to that of a puppy looking for a hug.

'Don't look at me like this! I can't say no to you when you look at me like this!'

"I'll... I'll be keeping an eye on you, OK?"

"Sure!"

The white-eyed kunoichi headed inside the kitchen to arrange the groceries in their proper place. Naruto stood in front of little Mirai and grinned at her.

"So, it's just you and me now, huh?"

The girl eyed him curiously.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Mirai beckoned him to come closer. Naruto squatted in front of her bringing his face close to hers.

"What is it Mirai-chan?"

He felt a couple of baby hands rub his whiskers.

"Ruto... Kitty?"

"You saw my whiskers and you think I'm a cat?"

The little girl jumped at him and placed her tiny arms around his neck causing him to lose his balance and fall butt-first on the floor, with her still holding him.

"Ruto kiiittyyyyy!"

"Ow! Ow!"

"Ruto Kitty! Ruto Kitty!"

"Hey cut it out!"

He saw Mirai pull her arms back and look at him sadly as she sat on his chest.

"Ruto Kitty?" she pouted.

The little girl's expression made Naruto immediately regret his previous response. He smiled at her once more causing her to brighten up again.

"You actually like my whiskers?"

Little Mirai started rubbing his cheeks again.

"Ruto-Kitty!"

"Heheh! I like you too Mirai-chan!"

Her tiny arms moved on to his hair and started ruffling them vigorously. Naruto started laughing and rolling taking extra care to not accidentally crush the little girl under his weight.

"Ruto-Kitty! Ruto-Kitty!"

"Meow! Meow!"

Hinata walked in to find Naruto rolling on the floor and purring like some sort of housecat with little Mirai being on top of him, rubbing him and petting him.

The image automatically made Hinata bite her lips.

"C-cute!" she said under her breath "Naruto playing with Mirai-chan is too cute!"

Naruto caught her with the corner of his eye. He grinned slyly.

"Get over here!"

The blonde ninja and the little girl pounced on her and pinned her on the on house's wall.

"Ruto-kitty! Nata! Eat! Eat!"

"Wait! Naruto-kun! Don't!

"I'm sorry Nata! I'm a cat now! And my master is telling me to eat you!"

"Please no!"

Alas, her cries were in vain. Naruto started munching on top of her head jokingly putting her hair in his mouth and pretending to chew on them. At the same time little Mirai started tickling her waist sending her into fits of uncontrollable laughter.

"Haha! Stop it! Haha! You're making my hair all slimy!"

"Sorry, me and Mirai-chan are a team now! And we are taking you down!"

"Oh really!? 8-TRIGRAMS 64-PALMS!"

Hinata activated her byakugan and started rapidly poking Naruto and Mirai in several places sending them back laughing.

"Haha! Hinata! You're too good at this! Haha! Please!"

"Too late!"

The blonde and the little girl were both down on the floor rolling with fits of laughter.

"Haha! You've beaten us both! Your way of the gentle tickling fist is too strong!"

"Heheh! Nata strong! Nata strong!" the little girl said as she chuckled.

"You're right Mirai!" the blonde ninja said "But the fight is not over yet!"

He grabbed Hinata and pulled her down on the floor with him.

"I am holding her down Mirai! Now's your chance!"

Mirai started tickling Hinata on the neck, sending her into fits of even more uncontrollable laughter.

Naruto was enchanted by the sound of Hinata's laughter. He couldn't quite describe it. Normally, whenever he saw Hinata laugh, it was a soft and gentle chuckle, as if she was afraid that laughing out loud would offend somebody. But now, her laughter was wild, uncontrollable, bubbling!

It had occurred to Naruto that he had never heard Hinata laughing like this before.

I also occured to him that he loved seeing her like this!

He loved seeing her laugh! He loved seeing her happy!

Hinata on her part was having the time of her life. Normally, babysitting Mirai was a quiet and uneventful affair. As a Hyuga, Hinata never had any chance to engage into normal childish shenanigans. Whenever she wasn't training in the ways of the gentle fist, she was schooled into matters of proper manner and etiquette. She was raised to be prim and proper, traditional to the very core.

But right now, she was having so much fun!!! For the first time in what was a long time, she felt like a child again. Laughing and playfully fighting with both Mirai and Naruto, rolling down on the floor, trying to poke them back...

...being held down by Naruto's strong left arm...

...her cheeks in direct contact with his chest...

She abruptly stopped laughing as the realization of her position hit her like a brick on the head. Her face turned beet-red, something which wasn't unnoticed by little Mirai who stopped her tickling assault on her tracks as she observed the deep blush on her face.

"Nata... tomato?"

"Hinata... What's wrong?"

Her heart was beating so fast! She felt dizzy.

She couldn't faint now! Not when she was supposed to look after little Mirai!

She quickly pushed Naruto back, got up and headed back to the kitchen.

"I... I need to make something for Mirai-chan to eat. Her feeding time is in a few minutes."

Naruto watched sadly as Hinata closed the kitchen door behind her.

'I really shouldn't have been so... disgraceful... with her.'

He felt little Mirai softly rub his palm.

"Kitty... like... tomato?"

"Meow..." said Naruto sadly.

Mirai couldn't help but give him a tiny hug.

Hinata emerged from the kitchen a few minutes later holding a bowl of fruit cream. She took up Mirai and placed her on top of her feeding highchair. She then tied a bib around Mirai's neck and took out a spoon in order to feed her.

And like millions of kids before her, Mirai refused to open her mouth and eat her food.

"Come on Mirai-chan. It's your feeding time!"

Little Mirai turned her head quickly avoiding the intake of fruity-cream.

"Come on now Mirai! Don't be stubborn!"

Hinata sighed in exasperation. She knew that taking care of kids wasn't an easy task, and she had been through this many times before. It still didn't make the job of feeding little Mirai any less frustrating. The girl just plainly refused to eat when she was around her. She tried various tricks at various times to get her to properly ingest her food. They all worked... once...

...Little Mirai was a fast learner...

The little girl refused to take the bait with the "airplane trick" and slammed her hands on the highchair table, nearly knocking the bowl of fruit cream on the floor. Hinata could only barely save it.

This was so infuriating!

It was then she felt Naruto's arms on her shoulder.

"Let me try something..."

She saw Naruto grab another spoon and playfully took the bowl with the fruit-cream off of the highchair table. He then took the bowl and sat down on the kitchen table with Hinata and Mirai disbelievingly looking at him.

"Naruto... what are you..."

The blonde Ninja took a spoonful of cream and placed it on his mouth. A satisfied smile formed on his face.

"Mmmm! This stuff is so tasty! It's a good thing you don't want to eat this Mirai-chan! It means that I get to eat this!"

He got ready to place his spoon back in the bowl cream. Mirai started shaking in her highchair and yelling.

"Oh, you want to eat now? Too bad! The cream is mine!"

Before he could put the spoon back in the fruit-cream bowl Hinata grabbed it and took it away from him. She then placed it back on the highchair and took another spoonful from it.

Mirai opened her mouth quickly this time. She didn't want her cream to be taken again.

"Seriously Naruto-kun, don't ever..."

"She is eating now, right?"

Hinata calmed down as she noticed that Mirai was now eating her cream without any problems. She was obediently opening her mouth and taking in her fruit-cream, lapping it eagerly and hungrily.

"How did you know that she would eat it like this?"

"She kinda reminded me of Konohamaru in the way she reacted." Naruto said as a wide smile formed on his face "I figured a bit of teasing would work."

Hinata smiled softly as she gave little Mirai another spoonful of fruit cream.

"Well, she IS his cousin..."

"Oh yeah. Asuma was Konohamaru's uncle, wasn't he?"

"Yeah..."

The little girl finished up her cream and Hinata picked her up from her highchair to give her a little pat. The little girl belched  and leaned her head on the Hyuga's shoulder. Hinata started humming and gently cradled the little girl with a warm loving smile on her face.

It was the most beautiful thing Naruto had ever seen. He could watch Hinata like this forever.

Sadly, it wasn't meant to last.

Hinata's face soured as something appeared to suddenly bother her.

She held little Mirai up and smelled her.

"Well, looks like it's time for a diaper change Mirai-chan!" Hinata said  "Let's head to the bathroom to wash you."

Naruto and Hinata looked at little Mirai as she slept on her baby cradle, suckling on her thumb.

"She was running around so wildly just an hour ago and now she looks so..."

"Peaceful...?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, kids her age are energetic, but they burnt out fast. Don't worry though, she will be up and running again in about an hour or so."

Naruto turned his attention to his Hinata.

"You know a lot about kids, huh?"

"Well, Team Eight has done babysitting missions before. And it's not the first time we take care of little Mirai either."

"You will one day be a great mother Hinata."

The kunoichi blushed deeply. She placed her arms around his back, gently caressing the stump that used to be his right hand.

"I have no doubt that you will one day be a great father too Naruto-kun..."

"You think so?"

"I know so."

A strange feeling came over him as he heard Hinata's words. It felt fuzzy and it made his heart beat like crazy. A strange new desire started to form inside him.

He turned his attention back to the sleeping little girl.

"You know, I wonder... if I ever have a kid... what will it look like?"

Hinata leaned her head on Naruto's shoulder. Her voice was soft and sweet like honey.

"It will be strong and beautiful, like you. It will most likely be blonde with blue eyes. And it will probably have your whiskers."

Naruto's face darkened.

"I don't want my kid to get my whiskers..."

"Why not?"

Naruto looked at the Hyuga Heiress with a solemn look on his eyes.

"Back when I was a kid, my whiskers reminded me that I was different from all the other kids. Whenever I looked in the mirror, I believed that something​ was wrong with me. Before I found out the truth about my birth, I thought that they were the reason that most people in Konoha avoided me. So, I don't really like them very much."

He got startled as he felt a pair of soft lips gently kiss his cheeks.

They were almost... ethereal...

He turned to see Hinata smiling at him.

This time it was Naruto's turn to blush.

"Hinata, what are you..."

"I always thought that... your whiskers are beautiful Naruto-kun!"

"Even back when I was a kid?!"

"Even back when you were a kid. I thought that they were something wonderful that defined you, that made you unique!"

The blonde Ninja felt a strange feeling of warmth from Hinata's words and her uncharacteristically bold gesture. For some strange reason an image of his own mother flashed in the front of his mind.

"You know... I always say something to people who like my whiskers."

"What?"

He bought his face close to hers and smiled once more.

"I like you too!"

Hinata's face started sizzling as her face got redder than any tomato.

"You-you-you do!?" she stuttered.

"Yep! I told little Mirai-chan pretty much the same thing when she touched them!"

Hinata's face instantly went cold and deflated.

'Oh, THAT sort of "like".'

Naruto looked at the sleeping baby and closed his eyes.

An image of him holding his child formed on his mind.

He could actually picture it perfectly! Beautiful, blond, with blue eyes and whiskers on his cheeks...

...And Hinata was by his side, holding it with him!

"I guess... It wouldn't be too bad if my kid got my whiskers..."

"No, it wouldn't."

'I envy the person who gets to be the parent of your child.' they both thought at the same time.

They both looked at each other with a solemn look on their face.

'Too bad you will never see me that way.' their thought went immediately afterwards.

They looked at the sleeping baby once more and smiled bitterly.

'I hope you will still be happy! You deserve to be happy!'

They stayed like this for a little while. Hardly a word was spoken between them, but the atmosphere was intense. They couldn't bear it anymore.

Hinata decided to break the silence.

"Naruto, when I first saw you today, you seemed to be bothered by something. What was it?"

"Oh, it's nothing really. It was just a big shock seeing you with a two-year-old kid tied around your waist. For a moment, I thought Mirai was your child."

"You thought Mirai was my child?"

Naruto's face fell as he saw Hinata let out a small chuckle.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing! It's just... I've never been with anybody in my life! How could I have a child?"

The blonde ninja looked at her curiously.

"What do you mean been with anybody?"

His question came completely out of left field and left the kunoichi completely speechless.

"You know... when a man and a woman get together... Don't you know how kids are being made?"

Naruto scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Well, I used to think it was the whole 'birds and bees' thing, but then I saw Kurenai get fatter and Shikamaru explained to me that she was about to have a child, and I finally understood..."

"What did you understand?"

"Asuma must have fed her some extra special food and it got turned into a child, right?"

He watched in disbelief as Hinata exploded into full-blown belly laughter.

"Wait! It's not that either?!"

"Hahahah! No!Haha! It's not! Haha! Kids are definitely not made like that!"

Naruto had never felt as more of an idiot in his life before. Still... Because it was Hinata  who was laughing, he didn't mind it very much. It was impossible for him to get offended by her laughter. It was so sweet! So soothing! So beautiful!

He waited until she finished laughing before he addressed her again.

"So... If it's not food... How are kids made?"

"Well... you know... when a man and a woman get to together... they..."

"They 'what'?" he inquired "Please tell me!"

He bought his face close to hers and looked her in the eyes. He wanted her to know that he was asking seriously.

"Let's say you and me want to have a child, right? What sort of thing do we have to do together in order to make it?"

"I... uh...we..."

Hinata could feel Naruto's breath on her lips. His face was so dangerously close!

His eyes! His beautiful eyes! Those cute whiskers on his cheeks! His golden blonde hair!

A scene from the future started playing inside her head.

An image of Naruto's bed flashed in the forefront of her mind. She pictured herself lying on it with Naruto on top of her. She pictured him kissing her, caressing her, taking her clothes off, touching her in her most intimate of places...

She pictured... She pictured... She pictured...

Kiba and Akamaru walked inside Kurenai's home in order to relieve Hinata of her babysitting duties for the day. He expected to find Mirai sleeping on the baby cradle and Hinata being already ready to leave.

What he found instead was Hinata lying on the living-room couch, frothing at her mouth while Naruto was putting cold-presses on her forehead, which sizzled with steam for some reason.  Little Mirai was fully awake and waving a fan on her face.

"Ah! Kibamaru! Aka!" said the little girl as she approached the two.

"You confused our names!" the dog-nin replied "What the hell happened here Naruto?"

"I don't know! I swear!"

"You didn't try anything... funny... did you?"

The dog-nin crossed his arms and looked at the blonde ninja with dagger on his eyes.

"Heck no! All I did was ask her a question! I didn't know how babies are made so I asked her what sort of things me and her would have to do in order to make a child! What's so funny? Why are you and Akamaru rolling down on the floor laughing?"

AFTERSTORY: Where do babies come from?

A week later...

Team 7 was having a rest as they returned home from their last assignment.

It was a simple escort mission, and it went without a hitch. Their target stayed close and didn't stray from them, following Sakura's safety advice to the letter, while most bandits chose to stay away once they found out that it was the legendary genin Naruto and the renowned medical-nin Sakura who were part of the escort. Sai used his flying birds to root out any potential threats and map the safest route possible for the completion of the mission.

It all went smooth. Almost routine one could say.

Which was really good because Naruto couldn't put his mind into it, no matter how hard he tried.

The question was plaguing him. Haunting him.

'Where do babies come from?'

That bastard Kiba didn't tell him anything, he just kept laughing...

When Naruto did or say something stupid and Hinata laughed, it felt pleasant, it felt intoxicating as if she was laughing with him instead of at him. But when anybody else did it...

...It took all the willpower he had not to punch Kiba in the face.

Still he had to find out! Hinata seemed to know, and Kiba definitely seemed to know... He seemed to be the only member in his age group who didn't know.

And that was unacceptable in his book.

Shortly after what he now called "the babysitting incident" he went home and read some of Jiraya-sensei's novels hoping to find some clues on how babies are made. He found *one* instance where the heroine of the novel got pregnant in the end. He read the chapter where they get together trying to understand what the hell they were doing beforehand.

'The brave warrior took out his fleshy bulging sword and plunged it deep inside her wet sheath'

So a man needs to have a sword to make a child? What about those men who don't have swords? Asuma  certainly didn't have a sword and he still got Kurenai-sensei pregnant.

He was sure he was missing something.

He shyly approached his pale-skinned teammate.

"Hey, Sai, you read lots of books, right?"

"Yes."

"Do you know how babies are made?"

Naruto's inquiry made Sai smile.  It was the question he had been born to answer.

Naruto came out of the conversation more confused than ever. Sai was definitely enthusiastic in his response, but he never stopped to consider if Naruto was actually understanding what it was that he was supposed to be saying. He was certainly descriptive and thorough but he used words and terms that Naruto had never heard before in his life. It all sounded so complicated, so...

Medical...

Wait a second! Sakura-chan is a medical-nin isn't she? She has to know what those terms mean.

He shyly approached his other teammate and gave her a friendly poke.

"Hey, Sakura-chan, can I ask you a question?"

"What is it, Naruto? I am trying to rest here."

"Will you kindly explain to me how I'm supposed to..."

He closed his eyes trying to recollect the exact words that Sai used a few moments ago.

"... Insert my pe[CENSORED] inside a woman's va[CENSORED] and eja[CENSORED] inside her?"

Naruto woke up alone inside the hospital covered in bandages, staring at the blank ceiling. He attempted to move himself and get up. Sharp jolts of pain followed his every move.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!"

Naruto opened his eyes again and found himself inside his mindscape.

"What happened?"

Your team partner beat the crap out of you, and your other partner flew you urgently to the hospital. I put you back inside the mindscape because I need you to stand completely still for a couple of hours. I've got a lot of bone-mending to do.

"Thanks Kurama."

The fox-demon just scoffed at him.

I swear, brat! One of these days you're going to push your luck too far.

Naruto sat down on the mindscape and focused on his thoughts. So much pain, so much trouble and he was still nowhere near understanding how babies are made.

A sudden idea came to him. He addressed the nine-tailed fox once more.

"Hey, Kurama. Do you happen to know... How babies are made?"

Brat! I am a genderless fox-demon with a tendency for anger and destruction. I don't know and I don't care! Besides, why would you want to see the painful memory of your birth again? Wasn't seeing your parents get slaughtered *once* enough for you?

"I don't want to see the memory of my birth. I want to see the memory of my conception."

Cons... sep... tion? What does the word even mean brat?

"You are carrying various memories from previous Jinchuuriki inside you correct?"

Correct.

"Well... you must have a memory of me when I first came to be, right?"

Let me check.

Kurama stopped healing Naruto for a moment and retreated inside his mental lair in order to examine a bunch of memory orbs he was keeping. He finally found what he was looking for and laid it in front of Naruto's feet.

I think I found it. This is the memory of what happened when you first became a living entity inside Kushina's belly. Just touch the orb and the memory will start playing. Now if you excuse me, I still have a lot of work to do.

Naruto touched the orb. A bright light appeared and just like a movie inside a dark theatre the memory started playing. It featured Kushina and Minato as they returned home from a date. Kushina was wearing a traditional kimono while Minato was wearing a robe. They both headed inside the bedroom kissing and frisking each other like the youths in love they were. Kushina untied her kimono's sash and let it slide on the floor...

...what sort of underwear is she wearing under the kimono?!  And did she really just take down my father's underwear with nothing but her teeth?

Naruto returned from the mindscape to find Team Eight standing by his side.

"Are you all right, Naruto-kun? You are looking awfully pale."

Naruto smiled faintly at Hinata. He squeezed her hand and took refuge in her soothing smile.

What was he supposed to tell her? That he had just witnessed his parents do things to each other that would make even the Pervy-Sage Jiraya blush?

He always had this sweet and romantic image of his parents. He knew they loved each other very much. He knew their tale. He knew their love-story...

...he didn't know they were such... such...

...such FREAKS!

'Harder Minato! Harder!' he recalled his mother screaming at the top of her lungs as she kept getting slammed by his father 'Show me the strength of the man I fell in love with!'

Is this what his parents went through to have a child?

Is this what his parents went through to make him?

Is this what it means to be a ninja?

Is this what it means to endure?

He took a look at the white-eyed kunoichi who was standing next to him.

Is this what he and Hinata would have to go through if they ever wanted to have a child?

Would she be able to take it?

Would she be able to endure it?

A scene from the future started playing inside his head.

An image of his apartment's bed flashed in the forefront of his mind. He pictured Hinata lying on his bed with him on top of her. He pictured himself kissing her, caressing her, taking her clothes off, touching her in her most intimate of places...

He pictured... He pictured... He pictured...

Hinata looked with horror as the man she was in love with started burning up and frothing at the mouth.

"Naruto-kun!” she screamed in agony “Please! Don't die Naruto-kun!"

She leaned on top of his bed and quickly pressed the "Nurse Button" in order for help to arrive. This gave Naruto an ample view of her chest which caused him to hallucinate even more.

'Harder Naruto-kun! Harder!' she cried inside his head 'Show me the strength of the man I fell in love with!'

He started bleeding from his nose profusely.

The nurses barely made it in time.

Meanwhile Kiba grabbed Shino and urged him to fall back and exit the room.

"I don't know what those two dorks are suffering from but from what I have gathered so far it's contagious."

It’s rather obvious in the manga that Naruto doesn’t have a clue about a woman’s pregnancy and that he hasn’t made the connection yet that sex is connected to baby-making. So I wanted to write a fanfic where he eventually figures it out and has a sexual awakening of sorts.

I also wanted to write a fanfic where Naruto and Hinata babysit Mirai. Mirai’s assigned babysitter makes an appearance in “Shikamaru’s Story” and is the one who normally helps Kurenai raise Mirai. In Konoha Hiden Mirai is quite well acquainted with Team Eight so it’s safe to assume that they help out too if something happens to her.

As I mentioned in the prologue this is going to be the fifth chapter of “My Right Hand” fanfic and it’s going to feature a few extras that will tie it in better with it. I hope you will read it then too!

Sigh... all five of you...