#as opposed to all the empty blogs

[ibikus]

Think with all the reblog talk it’s worth pointing out that other than Instagram or TikTok you can actively use your account and post on Tumblr even without creating anything yourself. It’s about curating a blog more so than actually creating the content for it. You can of course but Tumblr really came to life because people collected posts like shiny rocks on their blogs and I feel like people lost that sense of whimsy. You can be the painter but you can also be the curator or your own little museum and sometimes people come visit because they like your collection of shiny rocks.

[gyuswhore]

Cherry Picker [teaser]

part of the winter with you collab hosted by @camandemstudios!

Choi Seungcheol x reader

est. word count: um 30k (?) EDIT: projecting near 20k [see reblogs] EDIT pt2: we're back to 30k (possibly more)

est. release date: January 10th

warnings: Hockey player! Seungcheol, figure skater! reader, *deep breath* ENEMIES TO LOVERS, angst, fluff, smut [MINORS DNI], more to be added in final post

synopsis: Cherry Picking [ice hockey]: a manoeuver in which a player, the floater, literally loafs (spends time in idleness) or casually skates behind the opposing team's unsuspecting defencemen while they are in their attacking zone. There wasn't much you counted on in life; just your skates, your drive and how it felt to win. And of course, your local ice rink, that is now being colonised by an obnoxious hockey team in all their big, loud, stinking glory. Neither does it help that one particular red donned specimen forgets to leave his cherry picking on the ice.

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[a/n]: I first wrote hockey player Cheol quite literally a full year ago and I promised to expand on the concept, so here we are!!! im so excited for y'all to read this bc im genuinely putting my heart and ass into this fic. lmk your thoughts about the teaser!!! please remember to support the rest of the fics coming out in association with the winter with you collab, all of these writers are working so hard to bring you fics you're going to love 🥹

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The ice is empty, mostly. Placing your laptop in the sound booth and your shoes under the benches, you step foot on the ice. They’re there, on the other end, sitting on the cold ice with their jerseys still on, eating what looks like cups of dippin dots. 

Seungcheol and Jeonghan, you remember from Lorelai’s squealing, either don’t notice you on the ice, or simply choose not to. Because it’s easy as you skate up to them, gaining speed from across the rink, you slide to a stop, sending a perfect spray of ice from your skates, directly into their cups. 

Seungcheol’s full spoon hangs mid air, halfway to his mouth, now garnished with ice shavings. 

“Thought you’d have the respect to keep the dippin dots out of this,” Jeonghan comments, disbelief in his eyes as he looks up at you. 

“Ice is booked.” 

“What time?” Seungcheol asks. Your gaze flickers to the left side of his face, a nasty bruise blooming purple and blue that you hadn’t noticed before. 

“Two sixteen. It’s nearly fifteen minutes past.”

“You’re only one person.” 

“And?”

“And…you have about 97% of the rink to yourself.”

You raise your brows, hands on your hips. “But I booked 100% of it. So I’m gonna need that plane of ice you’re currently sitting on.” 

“What if I don’t move?” Seungcheol presses. It’s menacing, the way he looks at you, like he’s a dragon only waiting to be provoked. 

“We’ll find out another day,” Jeonghan sings before you can snap back, grabbing onto the collar of Seungcheol’s red and white jersey to yank him up. He continues to glare as he obliges with his friend’s tugs, nearly as angry as you are. “Let’s go, sport.”

You watch as they walk to the exit of the ice, realising they’re wearing their shoes instead of their skates. 

Jeonghan calls from the benches, right before he and Seungcheol move out of view. “Trash those for us, would you?” 

Their half eaten dippin dots cups, with the ice now melting on them remains on the floor of the rink. 

Once again, the unexplainable urge to kick something befalls you, hearing them laugh and talk from far away as they exit the rink behind their long gone teammates. 

You give in, swinging a leg over to kick the cups and spoons, dippin dots and plastic scattering across the ice. It’s another sprawl of mess you’ll have to clean up, but it feels good to ruin something of his, no matter how inconsequential. 

The empty rink is only encouraging you, needing to scream so loud the plastic barriers crack and break. You know it’s impossible, but that doesn’t stop the urge. 

You channel it into the most aggressive warmups on ice you’ve ever done. Your spins are faster, your jumps higher. But this also means you crash heavier, fall harder. 

It’s then, sitting on the bench to take a break, breathing so heavy you can hardly sip your water, you find an unmistakable headline on your browser home page. 

Everything stops. 

!HOT TOPIC! 

SEAT AT RISK FOR SVT HOCKEY TEAM’S SHINING STAR? Read All About It Here!

[nopanamaman]

What's up with the Reizners (Kolya & Nikita)?

Better late than never: the loredump on Nikita and Kolya Reizner is finally here!

If you read my blog, you may already know some of this information. But it's always nice to have things organised.

So let's talk about them.

Childhood

Nikita and Kolya as kids.

Nikita and Kolya grew up in a small countryside town, with Nikita being older by three years. Their mother was a nurse, their father a factory worker.

Nikita was always positioned as an example for Kolya: he was the smarter one, the one that knew how to get along with people, the one that could stand up for himself. Kolya, on the other hand, was absent-minded, meek, and showed little interest in communicating with others.

This made him an easy target for bullying. Sometimes Nikita tried to ignore it, sometimes he stood up for him. Kolya would have preferred if he stuck to the former - having his brother defend and then scold him for not being assertive enough was more degrading than being picked on.

University

Kolya always enjoyed tinkering with electronics, so he went for an electrician degree. He wasn’t an exceptional student, but he enjoyed it significantly more than school. People didn’t bother him nearly as much.

Nikita enrolled in the biology department of a pedagogical university. He worked hard to get rid of his countryside accent and blend in with the more “educated” crowd.

He joined the admission committee after his first year, which is how he met Nadya: she was applying to the philology department of the university. Their relationship began shortly after.

Joining the stalker business

Kolya wanted an escape from society more than anything. And the anomalous Zone outside the city called to him, insistently so.

It was a time when the border was significantly less tight, when big stalker groups were still prevalent, but already on their way out. He met Victor Kazarin in one such group. The latter was still a young stalker, with only a couple of years behind his belt.

Still, under his guidance, Kolya’s abilities developed incredibly fast - he was a total natural. And it wasn't just his sharp talent, it was the way he walked the Zone, the way he loved it with all of his heart.

Experiencing a sense of freedom and levity isn't uncommon for stalkers. But to Kolya it went far beyond that. To him, it felt more real than anything else in the world, it was the only place that felt truly alive.

When Nikita found out about Kolya’s side gig, he was mortified. How could his slow, empty-headed brother survive in those conditions? How could he ever navigate that dark criminal business? He had to keep an eye on him.

After realising he cannot talk Kolya out of it, Nikita joined the same group. He never developed a strong sense for the Zone’s anomalies, but his biological knowledge paid off in a major way. Despite not having a medical degree, he knew more than enough to take on the rare doctor role.

After finding somewhere he finally felt complete, Kolya was once again treated as a clueless, incompetent child.

When the big group was showing signs of deterioration, Victor offered the brothers and several other stalkers to leave and form a smaller, more tightly-knit team. His connections from working in the militia (local police) created a solid basis for finding potential clients and covering things up.

Nikita's arrest

Maybe somebody snitched, maybe Kolya’s behaviour raised suspicion among his day job coworkers - whatever the reason, his house was searched and numerous artefacts were found.

But what would someone as soft and careless as him do in prison? Somebody as naive and weak could never last there, Nikita thought.

So he did what he had to: acted like the artefacts found in the younger brother’s apartment were his and then aggressively resisted arrest - just for good measure. Hell, maybe he would have managed to get away.

But he didn’t. As opposed to other stalkers having their scars bestowed by the Zone, the one on his neck was the result of a police confrontation. Nikita did not expect them to open fire when he ran. He was surprised he lived at all - the bullet grazed uncomfortably close to the carotid artery. He lucked out.

Kolya had never felt that insulted. He tried to come clean about being the real culprit. But Nikita knew how to be convincing; Kolya didn't. And Kolya felt no gratitude. 

Breakup with Nadya

The breakup in the Mill.

Nikita was given 4 years in prison, but got parole after serving just 2. He immediately returned to helping injured stalkers.

Nadya waited for him through all his prison years. Considering how their relationship was going, some part of Nikita secretly hoped she wouldn't. She was a very self-conscious person, one that was infatuated with someone who seemed so much more confident than her. To the point where she felt like without his guidance, she’d be completely lost, and useless, and stupid.

Nikita both liked it and didn’t. Who wouldn’t enjoy a beautiful girl obsessing over them? But dealing with all of that baggage was inconvenient, it was tiring. Was it even worth it? Sometimes he wasn’t sure.

Still, things looked sweet on his release. Everyone, Kolya included, seemed glad to have him back.

Then, several months later, Nadya announced she was pregnant.

Nikita didn't want a child, especially not one that would have an almost guaranteed mutation. He proposed an abortion, but the woman refused. His reasoning that she usually took as gospel did not work. And no matter how much Nadya cried or pleaded with him, no matter how much she tried to convince him it would be okay, Nikita refused to take that burden upon himself. 

There was no easy compromise. He left.

Kolya didn't have much of an opinion about Nadya. He didn't have much of an opinion about most people. And really, he didn't feel particularly bad for her.

However, hearing about what had happened made him repulsed in a quite satisfying way. The brother that always knew best, the brother that was so condescendingly self-sacrificing, had finally levelled himself with the rest of the earth's scum.

Months later Nikita would seek out the maternity hospital Nadya gave birth in. He wasn't registered as the father - he could not access any information about her. He couldn't contact her himself either.

Her acquaintances refused to talk with him. But eventually, one of them caved.

Nadya was pregnant with twins. Died while giving birth. The offspring was transferred directly to the institute. And that was it.

Raising Sergei and Sasha

It was a dumb death. A misstep. Kolya wasn’t sure what he felt when he saw Victor’s body turn to mush. It was so instant and so simple. Natural. Kolya’s breath halted, but just momentarily.

They had a plan prepared long in advance in case something like this would come to pass. Sending Sasha and Sergei to the orphanage was not an option, everyone had been well aware of the state of those systems. Instead, Victor Kazarin would live on, if only on paper.

They held a funeral of sorts: to onlookers, it was just an uncharacteristically big visit to the grave of Maria Kazarina. That was where Kolya informed Sergei about the plan. Him and Nikita would help raise the siblings until Sergei turned 18 and could become his sister’s legal guardian. Of course, they’d help him afterwards as well.

Kolya and Nikita raising Sergei and Sasha.

Sasha was fascinating to Kolya in a “child of the Zone” way, but he wasn’t very interested in her on a personal level. To her, he was the strange spaced out uncle that had cool electronics around the house and took pictures of her and Sergei. He also played the guitar like her dad used to.

Kolya and Sergei had a lot more to talk about. Kolya’s calm demeanour helped Sergei feel more at ease despite the terrible circumstances. Even with his ditzy nature, Kolya provided a certain sense of security and comfort. Kolya always considered Sergei a good kid, though he did believe his treatment of Sasha was too overbearing, especially considering his own relationship with Nikita.

The latter, on the other hand, was much closer to the girl. She liked to play with Nikita even before her father’s death, so the adoptive uncle role came to him naturally. Sasha grew very attached to him, especially since he was significantly easier to talk to than Sergei. Nikita, in turn, was happy to have Sasha around.

The Grinder incident

The group heading out to the mission in the Mill.

Beyond the Grinder lies the wishing room. At least, that’s what they say. It’s a rumour impossible to confirm or disprove. Can you really pass the whole stretch of the tunnel before your legs, your arms, your face, your whole body disintegrates? You don’t know. Do you want to find out? Probably not.

The natural human instinct for survival can only be superseded by total desperation – or apathy in equal measure. Did Kolya have enough of any? Neither Sergei, nor Olya knew. They didn’t know why he had to enter the Grinder, either. Was that what he had wanted from the start? When was “the start”? Maybe it didn’t matter.

They could not follow him. And that alone was good.  

[solarsturniolo]

can you do sub chris or abc’s (maybe vibrator involved ?)

Sub!Chris Headcanons

Warnings: Sex / Cursing / mentions of overstimulation / p in v / no protection / sub!chris / use of toys /

Disclaimer!!!: This is just my opinion on what chris would be like if he was submissive. None of this is factual.

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Although Chris loves being dominant in the bedroom, he adores being taken care of, especially on those long days after numerous back to back meetings and creating content.

He’s easy to get into that headspace too. A simple shoulder and back rub will relax him, at which point he won’t even want to be dominant anymore. He just loves being cared for and getting the princess treatment from you.

He doesn’t like handcuffs or restraints, he likes being able to touch you. On the rare occasion that he does let you use them on him, he’s tugging on them and whining the whole time, begging to be let out. He can’t stand having you so close to him and not being able to touch and feel you.

He spends an ungodly amount of time on your chest. Touching them, massaging them, kissing them, sucking on them, marking them…he loves to hear the sounds you make while he takes his time with you.

Chris is always open to trying new things, so he wasn’t opposed to the idea of using a vibrator. He knew it made you feel good, so he had no real reason to deny trying it.

He may have ended up liking it a little too much though. He won’t even ask, he’ll grab it from the bedside drawer himself. Whether he’s in control and using it on you, or letting you use it on him until he’s sweaty and writhing in the sheets, Chris loves the way it enhances both his and your pleasure.

He’s vocal in bed normally, but even more so when he’s not in control. Something about the power being out of his hands drives him crazy and he’s not afraid or ashamed to make that known to you.

“F-Fuck, it feels so good. O-Oh my god, yea please don’t stop. I-It feels s-so good, I-I’m gonna cum. Please let me cum, p-please. F-Fuck, I’m such a m-messy boy, I-I’m gonna make s-such a mess. P-Please, can I cum? Please i’ve been such a good boy for you, m-my balls are s-so full, p-please. W-Wanna empty them in you, f-fuck.”

He tends to ramble the closer to his orgasm that he gets. It starts pretty light, just soft moans and whimpers with a few pleas thrown in the mix. But once he feels the warmth growing in the pit of his stomach, he can’t help himself. Any and everything he’s thinking is free game.

“W-Wanna fill you up, baby. P-Please, I’ve been a good boy for you. Did everything you asked me to. Y-You feel so good, please don’t make me pull out. F-Fuck, i’m begging you. I-I-Im a good boy, I-Im your good messy boy. P-Please, wanna make a mess all up in your guts.”

And not to mention he looks so pretty laying back on the bed, his sweaty hair clinging to his forehead, his lips parted as he pants and moans each time you sink down onto his cock. His eyes can barely stay open, eyelids hooded, determined to still watch you and admire you as you take care of him. His cheeks and ears flushed with a bright rosy tint, some of the color even showing on his chest from just how hard he was blushing.

Chris LOVES the sex, but he almost loves the aftercare more. The way you hold him while he clings to you, his head buried in your chest, panting as his body jolts with aftershocks. Your soft tender kisses on his head as his hips buck, burying his cock as far into you as he can. Your sweet whispers of praise in his ear, fingernails gently running along his back to soothe his tense muscles.

When he snaps out of it, he tries to take care of you and clean you up, but you insist that he doesn’t have to worry about it. You were there to soothe him after his intense performance, just like he always was there to take care of you when he’s in control.

Some nights you stay like that for a while, bodies together and joined at your most intimate parts. But some nights that are more intense than others you’ll run a bath for the both of you. He loves feeling you behind him, massaging his tense shoulders and working the knots out of his back. Baths with you are one of his happy places. For a moment the world stops, there’s no bad. He can relax, he can breathe, he can just be.

You take a generous amount of time focusing on washing his hair, knowing how much he enjoys the feeling of your fingers in his hair. Your nails massaging his scalp is enough to make him nearly fall asleep in your arms.

Once you’re both ready for bed, Chris will lay next to you and wait (im)patiently for you to ask if he’d like to cuddle. Chris enjoys being the little spoon, so he’ll roll over and wait to feel your arms gently wrap around him. He just adores being babied by you. He’ll whisper soft words to you, wishing you a goodnight while he kisses your knuckles.

In conclusion, Chris is baby. Argue with the wall

[chxrryhansen]

౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Cherry’s Concepts 6/50

Character; Rafe Cameron

Kink; Non con (DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT)

Dialogue; “Look at the mess you made.”

Requested by; Anon <333

As always, this blog contains 18+ content only, your media consumption is your own responsibility, THIS IS A DARK FIC!!! Please be warned, this fic is NON CONSENSUAL. Read at your own risk

₊♡₊˚ 🍒・₊✧

You stirred in the silky bed sheets, yawning as you woke from your nap, attempting to raising your hands to wipe away the crust.

Except they wouldn’t move.

You shot up, slowly becoming more aware of your surroundings as your eyes adjusted to the darkness. Each of your wrists were cuffed to opposing ends of a king size bed. The cuffs restraining you jingled as you attempted to pull your hands free.

How could this have possibly happened?

Your memory jogged as you recalled being at a party, hosted by a random boy you hadn’t even met. A party you didn’t want to attend in the first place but of course caved at your best friend’s pleads and bribery to pay for your drinks for the night- and the next few.

You remembered being blackout drunk, no longer caring about manners you had crawled into the first bed you found. Falling into a deep sleep.

As your eyes adjusted you noticed a tall male frame standing at your left. Due to the darkness of the room you couldn’t quite make out the face of the mysterious figure.

“Wh-Who are you?” you trembled, your body shaking in fear.

“Spread your legs.” the male commands, ignoring your question, his voice stern but oddly familiar. Your breathing picks up as you begin to panic, your hands flailing as you begin to scream “Help! H-“ He rushes forwards, his large hand smacking over your mouth essentially silencing your cries.

“Scream like that again and i- i swear to god i’ll fuckin’ kill you.” he growled.

“You got that?” he pressured once again, you nodded your head at a rapid pace, believing his threat to be true.

His hand fell from your mouth as he straddled you from above, his thick hands pulling up your dress and pushing your panties to the side. He groaned at the sight of your pretty pussy, soaked for him already and you didn’t realise it.

Before you knew it, the mystery man had removed his boxers and began to palm his cock in his hand. His thick shaft leading up to a swollen pink tip. His balls big and full of cum, ready to empty inside you.

Without warning he pressed his bulbous tip against your hole and thrust forcefully into you. Bottoming out in a single thrust as you began to scream at the top of your lungs.

His hand once again covered your mouth, only this time his other hand pinched your nose alongside it. Oxygen left your lungs faster than you imagined, your body thrashed, legs kicking, arms flailing. Still impailed on his fat cock, your pussy clenched in desperation of breath making him let out a long moan as he smothered you.

Just as you felt your body still and you begin to roll back he removed his grasp. You gasped desperate to fill your lungs with as much oxygen as you could get.

You were cut off as he began to thrust his length into you, your walls sucking him in. “You’re fuckin’ soaked, always knew you were a whore.” he sneered as you cried out. You begged him to stop, telling him he didn’t need to do this and that you promised not to tell anybody which only seemed to entice him further.

Suddenly you felt a knot in your stomach begin to tighten “No no no.” you choked, desperate to not cum all over your rapists cock.

You couldn’t hold in your moans of pleasure as you squirted, your juices coating his cock and his abs. “F-fuck look at the mess you made, dirty fuckin’ girl” he grunted.

His hips stuttered as his warm seed began to fill you up, hot ropes of cum spurted into your cunt, leaking out due to the amount of sperm he emptied inside of you. You quivered and shook around his length, coming down from your forced high.

He leaned over you, flicking on the light switch beside his bed.

You closed your eyes as the bright light made them sting, slowly blinking as your pupils shrunk down and your vision became less blurry.

Your face fell further as you recognised the figure infront of you. Your squirt still dripping down his body and his cum still leaking out of your own.

“Cmon’ don’t look so shocked you slut, it was only a matter of time before i found you.” Rafe chuckled as he watched your eyes begin to fill up with tears once again. How did he find you?

How does he always fucking find you.

[lavendertales]

cállate la boca || Miguel O'Hara x f!reader**

summary: he's so damn annoyed by you. he detests you. he finds you boring and uninteresting. except for when you're alone with him at night.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: Miguel being a bossy asshole (who rambles in Spanish when he really gets into the heat of things), dirty talk, teasing, ass play, pussy slapping, doggy, just general filth.

A/N: ...I have no comment. idk how I got here. this is just somethin' I had to get out so I'm posting and fleeing lmao 🙈 feedback is more than welcome!

AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!

As far as everyone else is concerned, Miguel O'Hara finds you annoying as fuck. Some might go as far as to say that he's repulsed by your mere presence.

And you don't argue with them. Why would you? You've got nothing to prove. You know the truth as well: Miguel does hate you.

Except for when he doesn't.

Which is every single night.

You don’t bother looking back on how it all started. Frankly, you don’t remember. All you know is the present and the well-choreographed routine you and Miguel have selfishly developed over the weeks.

When he shuts the door behind him, he exhales. You’re already waiting for him in the bedroom, no words spoken. Though the way in which he fucks you varies from night to night, you always know to wait for him naked unless otherwise instructed.

Miguel’s eyes notice you from the frame, drinking in the image of your nude body in the poorly lit room. He leans against the door’s frame, head cocked to the left, and then to the right. Then he slowly inches closer to the bed, disposing of the skintight suit. Your mouth nearly waters.

“Always so needy,” he groans.

You can practically hear his eyes roll. It’s best if you follow his lead once he decides the kind of mood he’s in and how he wants to use your bodies to reach the throes of pleasure.

Though you can’t help the gasp that leaves your mouth when two of his fingers boldly dip into your cunt, stroking and teasing. “Did you touch yourself before I got home?”

Part of you wants to tease him further, but you know from past experience that is a dangerous game to play with Miguel. So you gulp, shamelessly admitting defeat. “A bit,” you confess.

“So damn needy. Couldn’t wait for me to fuck you, hm?”

“Yes.”

You barely breathe. You don’t contradict, you don’t oppose him. Your desires precede any of that; you simply want to give and receive. It’s all this physical relationship is for. Relief. A simple biological need with nothing else brewing in between.

But the way Miguel goes about pleasure is somehow fitting with him: impatient (no matter what he reprimands you for), greedy, dominant and overall a wild ride. He starts playing with your clit as you gasp, spreading your legs further, and then he stops. When you involuntarily whine, he lays a spank over your pussy, though nothing you can’t handle, and leans in to whisper to your earlobe, “Ass up for me, princesita.”

You follow his instruction, albeit the mocking petname, and turn around, your ass shamelessly on display for him to play with however he deems fit. He squeezes and spanks a few times, then he moves back to your clit—and surprisingly, to the other tight ring of skin that’s in its vicinity.

“You’d let me fuck this hole too, wouldn’t you? Yeah, I bet you would. I bet you’d like me to stretch every inch of this body and would take whatever I give you.”

You can barely muster a “mhm” as Miguel’s fingers graze further, testing, anticipating and building. Building for what, you don’t know.

All you know is that you are ridiculously wet by this point, and you have to resist the urge to reach around and play with your clit—else you won’t be able to come at all tonight. Usually when you disobey, Miguel doesn’t allow for any relief from your side.

And you desperately need some relief right about now.

Sometimes he likes it when you beg. Sometimes he himself asks you to beg for him and his cock. You just don’t have the luxury of knowing when or if it will happen.

“Needy little thing,” you hear him coo.

Sometimes he likes to tease you about the height difference too. No matter what you’d look like, you’d still be smaller than him. And Miguel fucking loves that. He loves towering over you, having power and direction over you.

You succumb to him each and every time, without fail.

You can’t conceal the broken moan that you exhale when you feel his cock thrust abruptly into you. He only gives you a few seconds to adjust to him and the sensation of having him fill you up to the brim like that, and then he starts to move.

And you see stars.

“Such a needy little cunt,” Miguel mutters, groaning. “So needy and tight and wet… you thought of me when you touched yourself? Hm?”

“Mhm—“

“Hable, hoy.”

Talk, today.

“Yes—yes, I—I did—“

Words are hard to come by when Miguel’s mercilessly pounding into you from behind, holding you by your waist and with his free hand teasing your ass, barely breaching the skin there.

“You like being a little fucktoy, don’t you? Hmpf—carajo—“

He’s grunting relentlessly, proof that he doesn’t have as much control over his own reactions as much as he’d like to. Whenever he grunts that throated fuck in Spanish, you know he’s getting close. And if past is any indication, you know that soon enough his rambles and his talk will melt almost exclusively into Spanish.

“Princesita needs—needs her little pussy stretched out, doesn’t she? Princesita n-needs to be filled—with my cock, isn’t that right?”

“Yes—“

“Yes, that’s fucking right… ella me necesita… a mí, y a mi polla…”

She needs me… me, and my cock.

Miguel’s string of thoughts begins to lose itself into your body, your scent and your sounds, and you both know it. If you were to dwell into the moment too much, you might overthink how Miguel emphasized the “me” in his barely coherent string of filthy words, but you don’t. You can’t.

“La princesita está necesitada y estúpida de mi polla, ��verdad?”

The little princess is needy and stupid for my cock, isn't she?

You swear you hear him smile behind the words. You can only mumble yes on a broken loop, feeling your climax close. You’re thankful that you’ve learned some Spanish when this whole Miguel ordeal began because approval is something he seeks deeply, almost like he feeds off of it, and the lack of a response wouldn’t sit well with him.

“Miguel—Miguel, I’m—“

“Close?”

“Mhm. P-Please—“

He grabs a handful of your hair, thus ceasing the tease to your ass, and bends your body almost in half just to whisper harshly to you, “Cállate la boca y ven”.

Shut your mouth and come.

His command sparks something inside you, and you come mere seconds later, biting your lips to the point of tasting blood so you don’t scream his name. Some night he wants to hear his name scratch your throat as you beg for him, but it seems tonight is not one of those times.

“Wanna paint this ass all over,” he groans.

And that is just what he does. He strokes himself to completion, his hot seed spilling in thick spurts all over your ass as he licks his lips. He’s already thinking of tomorrow night and how he’ll want to push new limits and explore more of your body.

[whisper-cats]

Hellooooo! I’m working on a clangen blog of my own, so I’m going around asking my favorite clangen blogs some questions. I’m happy to get answers to whichever you feel like answering (or none at all if you don’t feel like it!)

What program and file size do you use?

If you use a font, what font is it?

How far ahead do you recommend playing?

Do you have any advice for layouts?

Do you have any tips for lighting/drawing fur?

Do you have any tips for making cats look more unique?

If you do backgrounds, do you have any advice for creating them?

If you use them, where do you recommend finding reference images?

hi hi! Thank you for the questions 1. Clip Studio Paint, my comic pages' size is 1600x2900 pixels when I'm working on it, but that includes empty space on the sides where my lines can go over the limits when needed

2. "HP Simplified Hans Regular"... I sort of want to hand-write all of my text tbh, but I thought I shouldn't make things too energy-intensive for myself

3. Depends what you want the structure of your story to be like. For me the important part was the setting that was generated for me so the moons going forward & the brisk pace that that gives you have less importance for my story than they would for most Clangen stories, and therefore I didn't go very far in the moons before I started sketching down pages

4. nah, i'm a newbie on that

5. can't think of anything, sorry

6. I think looking for uniqueness itself can be kind of a trap, and i think it's most important your characters are distinct from their surrounding cast of characters than them looking unique when looking at the wider art community. Any kind of design can be recognizable if it makes an impact. I think using patterning especially can be something people might fall back on too easily to make characters distinct. These are the other ways I like to try make a cat character recognizable and interesting (among their cast): - Experiment with different, even subtly different whiskers, ear sizes and shapes, fur texture (sleek, puffy, curly, spiky, flowy etc) and where that fur might be most prominent in each character (one fluffy cat might have a huge puffy chest fur, another long hair cat might have their long coat look more heavy and pulled by gravity, another cat might have the puffiest tail but less in the chest, etc). Also of course the usual, like different eye and nose shapes. - Use color contrast to make the character demand more attention to itself. If a cat has a big white patch on their face when the rest of their body is dark, it immediately brings your attention to their face. I often like to play up and heighten the contrast of a warm-toned body against cool-toned eyes like Whisperingpaw's reddish body against his deep blue eyes, but it works just as well in reverse or with other color contrasts. This can be muddied though if the design is full of highly contrasting small elements in unimportant places of the body which instead can just become confusing to the eye. It's why I don't really like designs from for example Genshin Impact

^ Whisperingpaw, I even made his grey pawpads more cooltoned than usual for some extra contrasting details - Try designing two characters at once instead of one at a time. When you design two at once, especially if they have some connection to each other, you can already start laying out some opposing or just different physical traits to them. If you make a huge cat next to a small cat, both of their sizes are immediately noticeable traits about the cats that you can perceive and build on. If you only drew one huge or one small cat, you might not really even register their size as part of their design because there is nothing to compare it to. Let their relationship & direct comparison be something that contextualizes them and gives them something more than an empty paper to relate to - Continuing on the "let the characters have something to compare to", a character will always look more beautiful if they are surrounded by more bland or even "ugly" characters. A character's intricate patterns will be more noticeable if surrounded by very simple-style characters. Use this to your advantage and let things like beauty or cuteness be character-specific traits instead of something expected of each design. This is just another benefit to having a diverse cast, it doesn't just give representation to less charismatic styles of characters (which already has so much value by itself), it lets the "beautiful" designs be more convincing to the eye.

for 7. and 8. i don't have an answer to!

Hope that helps :3

[lamentationsofalonelypotato]

Chapter 15 Coming On 11/20/2024

Just A Little Something 😉

*One Week Later*

One of the vines on the opposing wall of your living room flicks the light switch on, bathing the room in artificial light. You pause, your hand frozen on Bean's back as you look over the living room and kitchen.

The apartment is spotless. There's no empty bottles of scotch or whiskey, no half smoked blunts in the ashtray on the coffee table, no empty pizza boxes stacked next to your couch, and no dirty clothes and socks strewn around the room. In fact, there aren't any clothes at all or shoes.

Everything that belongs to Ben that was once scattered over your small living room is gone, leaving the room almost uncomfortably bare.

Is he doing laundry?

You strain your ears to hear the tell tale sound of the sink or the shower in the bathroom, but don't hear anything.

Maybe he cleaned up because I was gone?

It seems a little out in left field, but you reason to yourself that Ben had tried to clean up while you were gone, just like he did when you got back from the hospital two weeks ago.

But as you walk down the small hallway towards your bedroom you notice that the hall closet when Ben keeps his other things is empty. Every article of clothing, every shoe, every sock, and the small box of personal items that Ben had never let you see into was gone.

Something inside your chest begins to crack, you're not sure what, but all you know is that it doesn't feel good. There's an odd foreboding feeling that sends alarm bells off in your head.

Did he leave?

The thought is like a punch in the gut and your chest tightens, making it difficult to breathe.

Why would he leave without telling me?

You pull your phone out of your back pocket and scroll through to find Ben's number. This time you don't hesitate to hit the call button.

Each time it rings you can feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper into something that you can't describe. You didn't understand why he left, and why, if he did leave, he didn't tell you.

Was it because I didn't pick up the phone when he called? Was it because he finally figured that I wasn't going to sleep with him and he decided to leave?

Ben doesn't answer the phone, but this time you leave him a voicemail.

"Hey Ben, it's me. I just got back to the apartment and all your stuff is gone, which means either we got robbed or you got kidnapped by your evil brother." You laugh awkwardly. "But I'm back in town so you should call me and let me know if your stuff should be here or whatever-um-" You clear your throat trying to keep your voice from shaking a little. "Just call me back okay?"

A/N: Hey guys! I know I've been kinda awol all week, but honestly I am not feeling the greatest at the moment. Hopefully it'll pass, but I am really excited about this next chapter! 🥰

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[kuni-is-daddy]

OKAY HEAR ME OUT (new anon here btw :3)

summoner!y/n summons a demon, that demon being scara but he was a very… lustful demon and had needs for his own, using y/n as his own personal pet >_<

DOM!Demon Scara X Summoner Female Reader

//HI ANON. WELCOME TO THE SCARANATION I HOPE U ENJOY UR STAY♥️

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word count: 1.67k(150 follower special ♥️)

Featuring: A mention of chongyun,xiao and Kujou sara.

Warning: Scara horni. ((Teasing,Blowjb,M/press,Biting, aftercare.))

MINORS AND UNDERAGED BLOGS/USERS THIS IS NSFW CONTENT! PLEASE DONT INTERACT BEYOND THE CUT.

A cycle, That is what you would call your life once you moved from inazuma at a young age and became the strongest summoner in teyvat. Waking up in your house by guili plains to be greeted by your younger friend, Exorcist Chongyun at the door. He was a good kid and even saw you as his idol despite being in rival clans. Summoners had demon familiars. And would lead exorcists and even the lone yaksha of guili plains to exterminate the corruption deep within liyue. You wore a similar outfit to him with opposing colors. A white embroided hoodie with dark blue aligned the stitches, a black undershirt and skirt, separated by a silver belt holding your vision and trinkets to sedate demons; leading down to your stockings and boots. Wake up, summon spirits to kill, Run errands for the higher ups, train and sleep. So, you had a plan, Rebellion. All you needed was shouki no kami. The first descendant of the raiden gakoden who was sealed by his own creator. He was known for mediocre things; giving wishes or killing those that the summoner wanted dead. Only for a small price..

After moving all of the belongings out to the living room you stood in your empty room infront of the tri electro symbol made of chalk as lightning struck from the outside. The only thing remaining was your made bed and backpack. Along each side of the tri electro symbol laid 3 'artifacts' Each one representing the three betrayals he once suffered. The first was a figure of the almighty narukami ogoshu, something you had plenty of thanks to your distant friend kujou sara. The second was a blade crafted by a swordsmith from tartarsuna. The 3rd was a doll representing a young male child. As a summoner it was against your sworn oath to ever summon a demon for evil. But it didn't matter, with this new life shouki no kami would give you there'd be no need to turn back.

With a deep breath you began the chant and closed your eyes. "Oh everlasting arcane demon of wisdom I summon you forth with the 3 artifacts of your betrayals. Please bestow your divine gaze upon me." With the last word leaving your lips the world fell silent, not a single drop of rain poured down your cracked window and remained suspended with the rays of lightening as if all time stopped. It was ominous and different from you previous summons. Painfully silent with your rushing heartrate in your ear as the only comfort. You opened your eyes at the disturbance and looked at the ritual. 'The offerings are missing..So it worked.' you began to take a step to observe your surroundings when a timid yet soothing voice echo'd from behind you.

"Another human asking for my help. Hah, to think such a self righteous species would run to a demon." You turned to face the demon, falling into his enticing gaze as if it was the abyss itself as he sat on your bed, legs crossed and head resting against his fist on your headboard. The demon had a beautiful face, indigo hair that covered his ears and slashed against the blood red eyeliner. His horns we'rent too big and neither was his black tail with a heart shaped tip. "I'll make this easy for you, im not in a good mood. So dont waste my time." you blinked out of his capitvating gaze and remembered why you summoned him. "S-sorry. Im a summoner and my name is y/n. I..Want a new life." The demon raised an eyebrow "Y/n.. Now thats a surprise." He looked you up and down, examining your appearance. It really was you. Same face, same vision and the same beautiful body.. The demon smirked. "uhm..Do you know me?" you replied "Tsk, who doesnt? 'y/n, the savior of liyue and summoner of demons." He mocked. "Alot of people want you dead, you know that?" your heart sunk at his words. "D-dead.. why?" "Dunno. But if it we're me, come one. Come all id say." Shouki no kami left you in shock. You've already thought this 'destined' life of yours was a burden. But others didn't even want you to live it any longer. Your stomach began to turn a the thought, covering your mouth from nausea.

"But would you look at that, I finally got to see this pathetic world's strongest." He smiled, watching as you covered your mouth in disgust. "Pft- Don't tell me you'd really believe everything I said just like that? I'm a demon, I could be lying to you~" he teased, but you we're to caught up in his words, if they wanted you dead.. why did he refuse and kill them instead? Looking back at the demon, he seemed unbothered.. intrigued actually. It began creeping you out more then the thought of having a unknown target over your head for so long. The way he looked at you as if he was undressing you with his eyes during the subtle silence of your nervous breathing to the way his tail would sway when you told him your name... 'So.. a new life. That's what you want?' No kami unproped his legs, hitting his heel on your bag. Interested, He looked back at you again still stuck in a shocked daze and turned back to it. Picking it up as his black nails tugged at the zipper, revealing the many cursed tools, a sigil of permission and even the picture of him you used for the ritual. He took out the ripped paper. 'Shouki no kami, scaramouche: The prodigal.' "WAIT- dont touch that!" you snatched the bag from his hand, letting out a relieved sigh. "T-theres all kinds of things in there that could hurt you...and why are you even going through my stuff?!" you said defensively. "Hurt me? you think those little toys in there would have an effect on me." he revealed the sigil of permission in his hand, flinging it around like a human feeding a dog while sticking out his tongue. You angerly placed the bag down, climbing onto your bed and trying to take back the sigil.

Scara relished in your attempts to take it, your skirt brushed against his shorts while the fingertips of your smooth left hand grazed along his ripped black shirt. The closer you got to the demon, the more you smelled a metaled tint coming from him. The small droplets of blood oozing onto your hand. He would never let someone be ontop of him, nor have him in a view of submission but compared to the past summoners who he's killed. You've been the only interesting one and ontop of that..The strongest. The demon licked at his fangs, slowly bucking his hips up against your lower body. But with his guard down you snatched the sigil back and tucked it ontop of the dresser. Relaxed by Leaning back and sitting on the demons clothed length. This is the life you wanted, peaceful with no worrys of who killed who and what to summon, ironically for a split second this demon gave you that life. "How childish, the strongest summoner chasing after a sigil like a cat." "T-thats not the point.. Stop acting funny and give me my wish!" 'brat' You insisted as your body passively grinded against him. "A new life, Is that all you truly want?" He flicked his free hand as a spark of electro glowed Infront of your face. It was enticing, you already we're told people wanted you dead so what more did you have to lose. "Y-yes! I want it..please Shouki no kami." your fingers dug into the demons shirt. His cock twitched at the way you pleaded for his blessing, over something so stupid as a 'new life' he knew more then anyone the divine dont mind playing cruel tricks on its prisoners.

----Smut

"Then get on your knees." The words left his smooth lips as his tail trailed to your leg, feeling against the texture of your stockings. Making you jolt up a little from the sensation. "E-excuse me?!" "You fucking heard me. Get on your knees and show me how bad you want this life." It was threatening, with no hesitation you quickly rose off of the demon as he began propping himself up just as you first saw him only his legs we're spread and eyes filled with lust. You looked back at the sigil only for scara to grab you by your hair to have you face directly at his pained boner. "To think the strongest would be more focused on a useless thing like this instead of me." He jerked your head again, "Now tell me, y/n. How bad do you want this life?" "M-more then anything shouki no kami! Please." He chuckled, "Anything huh?" "Y-yes shouki no-" He sucked his teeth. "Scara, call me scara." "O-okay scara..Please take my blood and-" He cut you off, "blood? You think i need your blood for this?" you nodded, "No, brat. I have something better for me and you." His black painted nails disappeared into his pants, slowly revealing the tip of his length then the rest of his cock. You gulped, From your position his size looked bigger then your whole head. No..you we're sure it was bigger. "Be a good girl and make me feel good, Maybe then i'll give it too you." He brushed the tip near your face.

Reluctantly, you licked your lips the trailed your tongue around the tip while the demon did nothing but stare at you as he held your hair, Unamused. "More. Do you not know how to suck a cock?" Your heart raced as he tightened his grip along your hair. It was humiliating with your title to be down on a demon like this and you we're sure the pervert was getting off to it. His length entered your mouth. "hng..Shit your so warm." You began bobbing your head up and down slowly, Adjusting to his size. "Fuck..Thats it..Go faster." He bucked his hips up into your face, Hitting the back of your throat as you desperately avoided gagging. "Fuck...faster. Be a good pet and make master feel good" You shifted your free hand down and under your skirt. Tending the sudden wetness inbetween your legs. Scara ran his hand through his hair, watching your hand trail down to your skirt. "Oh yeah? Is my pet getting off to this? How- Hng..Fucking pathetic.." his tail trailed against your hoodie and back to your neck. nudging against you more to take him deeper. "Fuck yes..Masters close, swallow it all pet- Ah swallow it~" He tugged his hand on your hair again, Pressing you up and down on his cock balls deep as he reached his high. Your eyes began rolling back as you choked on his length, tears streaming down your cheeks and Gripping your hand onto his thigh from his aggression while your other toy'd with your clit. With a loud groan his hot fluid rushed down your throat making you see stars as he pulled your head off his length. "Ngh...shit..Such a good pet..Who would've thought the great y/n would-" "P-please sca-master can i have my wish now?" he tilted his head at your request. Oh right.. you did ask for a new life. "Sure pet~ Get on the bed." you whined from his words "M-master~ please i-" He picked you up, slamming you onto the bed face down. squishing your head onto the pillow while jerking your hips up and ass near his cock. Your skirt poofed up, revealing your now ripped stockings near your private parts. Scara's fangs we're aching to just sink his teeth into your thighs or any part of your body but you we're the strongest after all, he didnt take that forgranted. The second he let his guard down again you'd most likely try to take advantage.

He trailed his hand under your skirt, while the other brushed your hips closer to his cock. All you could do was hug the pillow through your muffled pleads. "M-master! Please- wait- d-dont touch their its-" "Wet? Hah..I know pet~ you want this cock so bad dont you?" He ripped your stockings and skirt off and began stroking at his length before entering. Even slapping at your ass just to laugh at you jolting from it. "This...is going to be your new life pet~" In a blink he shoved his entire length inside you. "S-scara! Wait ah~ i-its too big!" He leaned down, grabbing and choking you from the back of your neck. "AH~ Mahster~ I-i cant~ Please~" He grew irritated at your pleads. "Shh..You'll be fine pet. Now be good f' me and take it~ fuck.." the sound of skin slapping and your headboard creeking echo'd across the room as scara groaned and even let out higher pitched moans from how good you we're taking him. "Thats it..Just like that.. Im gonna fucking cum inside you for being such a good girl. The strongest- Hah~ fucking summoner crying for me. Fuck yes~" He let go of your throat, as you panted and drooled on the pillow from his now faster pace. "Master~ AH~ Y-your going to fast! I- m' close!" "Fuck yeah your gonna squirt f' me? Do it y/n~ Cum all over my cock and ill give it to you~ Hah.. Ill give you what you fucking want~" A chord struck in you, and for the next couple of seconds it felt as if your mind turned to mush while you sunk into the pillow, panting from the juices that escaped onto his length. Scara couldnt help himself anylonger, He flipped you over onto your back then pulled his pants completely off as you still held onto the pillow in shock. Folding your legs onto his shoulders and pounding into you in a mating press. "Hiding behind a- ah~ pillow now? Tsk- you really are pathethic-" He tossed the pillow onto the floor and sunk his head into your neck. "Mahster! AH MASTER T'TO MUCH~ SCARA-" He sunk his fangs into your neck. Making you moan out and grab onto his horns from the shock wave of pain and pleasure. He came instantly from your grip and passive stroking on his horns. Painting your walls white with his sticky load. He pulled away from your neck after noticing your sudden rested breathing. 'She passed out' he thought. Scoffing, he licked up clean the small amount of blood from your neck. Leaving his electro symbol in replace of the healing bitemark. Scara didnt know what came over him, But his tail shifted towards the palm of your hand as if it had a mind of its own. Your too precious.

'To think id be setting up a bath for another human.' in a few quick teleports you we're in your tub surrounded by bubbles and a sweet smell of your soap. Your eyelashes fluttered from the water and vivid sight of the demon. "Tsk. Do all summoners have such a messy living room?" "S-sorry..Does that mean i get my wish now?" the demon wiped a lather of soap on your chest while admiring the size of your breasts. "Your still obsessed over that? Hmm..." "I-it is your job as a demon isnt it? To grant wishes. Or at least for you-" he smirked at your reply. "Clever arent you? Well..The situations changed since you've never specified what you wanted in this 'new life.' Your going to be my personal fu- pet. In exchange, I'll...Tag along with you. I want to see how strong the 'savior of teyvat' really is.."

In that moment you wanted to burry your head under the soapy water but all you did was let out a heavy sigh and sink Into the touch of him resting behind you, coating your skin in soap. Scara was right, the divine have cruel ways of playing tricks on its prisoners. But maybe..just maybe.. you we're both a blessing in disguise for each other.

THANK YOU FOR READING :)

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

I found this blog through a reblog and decided I’d poll Tumblr whether I’m the asshole. And the reason I’m concerned is because my mother (53 f) doesn’t think I’m the asshole, and that’s a bit of a red flag.

My sister (22 f) was home from college for break. She was to be traveling out of state to visit her boyfriend (23 m). Meaning, she was going to be flying in the continental US. As such, she needed a 1 qt, clear, plastic bag for her travel liquids. My family has several durable and clear plastic bags (as opposed to ziplocks) for this very purpose.

But rather than use one of these empty bags, she emptied my care bag.

This bag is fairly small. It usually holds my acne medication, including topical creams, tablets, prescribed moisturizer, etc… in travel sizes for me to take with me to work. I also include my migraine meds and lactose pills in this bag, among other things. And it fits perfectly within my backpack’s side pocket (which is why I bought it).

I noticed immediately that she had taken it as she had just dumped the contents all over my bathroom counter. So, I called her and told her that she needed to return it to me (at the time, she was only an hour away and her flight wasn’t for another week). She tried to play it off at first. “What bag?” Then she tried to reason that it wasn’t a big deal. Then she told me she didn’t want to make her bf drive an hour to return the bag to me as it’d put them an hour back in their drive, so I should just let it go.

And the reasonable part of me thinks… maybe I should? Maybe I should just go out and buy a new bag? Like… it’s annoying that she took it without asking and dumped everything out of it. It’s annoying that the bag doesn’t even meet TSA requirements as she claimed (it’s black and not completely clear). It’s annoying that I had asked her if she needed me to get her anything up for her night before and that rather than ask for help, she took something. And it’s annoying that she didn’t use the clear bags provided to her by our mother.

But the thing is… it’s not just the bag. This happens with all my stuff. It got so bad when I was a teen that my father put locks on all my drawers and doors that only I had keys to (my parents did have a spare set in the event I lost mine that they— ironically— “lost”).

EX: I have a pair of Levi jeans that I bought with a gift card from my grandparents. Levi’s are— well— expensive. Earlier last year, before she went back to school after break, I noticed they were missing. I called her and told her I was angry about this. She insisted I was “insane” and that she would never take them and that I likely misplaced them or lost them (I do have memory problems, combo of ADHD and whatever causes my migraines). My father helped me look for them. He even looked through her stuff. They *were not* in the house. But 5 months later after she came home from college, I found them under my bed (they were not previously under my bed). “See, I told you that you lost them.”

So, I told her that she needed to find a way to return the bag to me and that under no circumstances was she allowed to leave the state with it (if she did, there wasn’t much I would’ve or could’ve done about it, so I was hoping this ultimatum would work). And I said that if she didn’t return it, I would tell our mom about all the unused, unopened pregnancy tests she was stocking and hiding in her room (found when I went looking for spoons as she hides my mother’s spoons after using them). She told me “You’re insane. It’s just a bag,” but she did mail it back to me and I got it in time for work that Monday.

My mother says I was justified in demanding it back (she doesn’t know about the unused tests), but she is often petty and demanding and blows up or snaps at the smallest things. So, I am concerned that I made a big deal of nothing or that I took it too far.

AITAH? ESH?

What are these acronyms?

[mysticstronomy]

IS THERE GRAVITY IN SPACE??

Blog#388

Saturday, March 30th, 2024.

Welcome back,

Gravity is the attractional force that an object with mass has on another object of mass. Every object that has mass has a gravitational impact on other objects around it. The bigger the object, the greater the gravitational force it has. Bigger objects will have a stronger effect for a greater distance, pulling in smaller objects.

What we typically think of as gravity is what keeps us here on the Earth, what pulls a dropped object to the ground. That is the gravitational attraction of the Earth pulling everything toward its core. The normal force is what we call the contact force acting upon objects that are physically associated with each other, and is the opposing force to gravity.

When we are standing, Earth’s gravity pulls our body towards the ground, but the normal force pushes upward against our feet, helping us to perceive gravity as weight. We are adapted to Earth’s gravitational force so we don’t often notice it unless we are out of shape/ our muscles are underutilized, meaning our muscles have to work hard to counteract it.

As stated earlier, any object with mass has a gravitational effect on other objects of mass around it, and this applies to objects in space as well. Smaller objects can be caught in orbit around larger objects because they are in freefall around the object.

An object in orbit is away from the more massive object enough and is constantly moving enough not to be pulled in, but not fast enough to overcome the larger object’s gravitational force.

Just as the Sun holds everything in the solar system in orbit around it, the Earth has a gravitational impact on objects in space around it like the Moon and both natural and artificial satellites.

Our astronauts may be in space, but they have never left the gravitational influence of the Earth since even our furthest-seeking astronauts on the Moon were in orbit around the Earth and also experience the gravity of the Moon.

Astronauts on the International Space Station actually experience 90% of the gravity we do on Earth, but they are in freefall/ orbit around the Earth, which provides weightlessness, the state of being without apparent weight.

In contrast, Zero gravity is when you are in an environment where nothing impacts you with its gravitational force. You are not close enough to be pulled into something or all the mass around was perfectly equal, canceling out gravitational forces.

Gravity is weaker in empty space but since there are tiny particles dispersed throughout space, they still provide tiny gravitational forces. Essentially, zero gravity is a misnomer.

Reduced levels of gravity or microgravity is a more accurate term.

Back to our original question is there gravity in space? This is highly dependent on what you classify as “in space”. Depending on where you are in space, you will be acted upon by stronger and weaker gravitational forces.

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(Wednesday, April 3rd, 2024)

"DOES QUANTUM GRAVITY EXIST??"

[yatagarasuhonyaku]

The Raven of the Empty Coffin: Chapter 2 "Akeru" Part 2

Disclaimer: This is a fan-translation japanese-english of the original novel. The events of this novel follow after what's already covered by the anime. For an easier understanding, I recommend first reading the few scenes of previous books I've already translated.

Blog version

For the Index, you can find it HERE

Previously: Akeru (Part 1)

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Chapter 2: Akeru (Part 2)

“What do you mean? He opposed Father's abdication!?” Natsuka was so enraged that his question came out as a roar.

The guard who brought him the news, however, didn't even blink in response. “No matter how much you ask me—the Department of Worship has just made the proclamation that they aren't going to recognize His Majesty’s abdication. People believe it to be the White Raven’s sole decision, as His Majesty the Emperor has uttered no word on the matter. He remains in seclusion as per usual.”

“The Imperial Court must be a complete chaos now,” Rokon commented blithely. There wasn’t even a hint of concern coming from him.

The White Raven—the leader of all priests in Yamauchi. The very man who had once declared his younger brother the ‘True Golden Raven’ and asked Natsuka to renounce his right to the throne. He had been Wakamiya’s main supporter throughout the years. What was he thinking now of all times?

“His Highness Wakamiya is in the city at the moment, but we have already sent another messenger for him. What’s the plan, Lord Natsuka?”

“I'm going to the Imperial Court, of course.” There was no use remaining here, worrying himself sick. Natsuka stood up and quickly put on the coat his attendants offered him. “We’ll reunite with His Highness and go meet the White Raven together. Please, inform him to prepare to see us. Don't let the rabble establish any contact with him until we are done.”

“Understood.”

“You, come with me.”

On his way to the Imperial Court, the messenger who had gone to search for Wakamiya returned. Both brothers had apparently thought of the same thing, as, according to the man’s report, Wakamiya was already on his way to the White Raven's chambers. In fact, just moments after Natsuka’s carriage arrived at the Great Gate—the Imperial Court's front entrance— he caught sight of Wakamiya and his bodyguard’s horses landing there as well.

“Nazukihiko!”

“Brother, how’s the situation?” Wakamiya leaped off the saddle with a severe look on his face.

A few court officials saw them and started to make a racket. Natsuka moved to stand in between them and Wakamiya, as if protecting his little brother. “The door to the Department of Worship is sealed off now. They were the ones who made the announcement on the White Raven’s stead. I already told them to bring him out to talk.”

“What about the Ministers? What's their reaction?”

“None so far, but there are emissaries from the Four Houses already crowding the entrance to the Department of Worship. The door will have to open, it's only a matter of time.”

Wakamiya stood there in silence for a second. Finally he sighed weakly, as if expressing his wholehearted resignation. “We don't have the time to go through any intermediaries. Let's break through to the Main Temple and head directly to the Forbidden Gate.”

“As you wish.”

Wakamiya’s exclusive bodyguard, Sumio, who had limited himself to listening to the conversation up to that point, took the lead as they advanced. Wakamiya and Natsuka went right after him, surrounded by Rokon and his subordinates for protection. Just like that, they pushed forward through the Court's hallways.

Beyond the Hall of State Ceremonies, at the innermost section of the Imperial Court, were the Acting Golden Raven's private chambers. Normally, to go in without his invitation would be unthinkable, but they didn't have the time to care about that. Not now. Their destination wasn't even their father's abode, but the Forbidden Gate which laid past it.

It was said that Lord Yamagami’s Holy Precincts(1) were near the peak of the Center Mountain, inside of which the Imperial Court had been built. The Holy Precincts supposedly served as a pathway to the Outside too, which was why the Forbidden Gate existed to act as a divide between the Precincts and the Imperial Palace. The Golden and White Ravens’ tasks were to listen to Yamagami's divine will through the Forbidden Gate, perform the requisite religious services and so govern Yamauchi.

Such was the reason to have the Golden Raven's palace as the building closest to the Forbidden Gate. On top of that, the White Raven, as the head priest, was always waiting close to the Gate to ensure its protection.

Wakamiya forced the Hall of State Ceremonies, which had been completely closed off, to open. A few of the Acting Golden Raven's secretaries and ladies-in-waiting hurried there upon hearing the ruckus, shrieking at the scene. To be fair, even considering the present circumstances, to set foot in the Emperor's abode with a full group of bodyguards was too much of a transgression. In the end, aside from Sumio and Rokon, they left behind all their guards. 

Under normal circumstances, the protocol dictated that they should have first established contact through the Department of Worship and therefore requested an audience with the White Raven, but there was no time for proper procedure that day. They dashed through the Main Temple as robbers would, headed towards the Holy Precincts’ boundary.

“His Highness Wakamiya, Lord Natsuka. I can't believe it—for you two to come here like this!”

Finally, just as they had gone through most of the Imperial Palace, a Yatagarasu dressed not like a Court Official appeared. His robes were white—they marked him as a priest and subordinate of the White Raven.

“I’m sorry, but nobody besides the Golden and White Ravens and their chosen priests can go any further.”

“The True Golden Raven has the right to be here. Besides, it's an emergency and we have already sent notice to the White Raven beforehand,” Natsuka himself announced before Sumio and Rokon even had a chance to open their mouths.

Although it was certainly possible that they had arrived before the messenger did, he decided to conveniently ignore that fact. The priest seemed to be at a loss on what to do.  That is, until a few of his coworkers arrived from behind and whispered something to his ear—the shock on his face was plain to see.

The priests talked between themselves for some time while repeatedly glancing at them. Then, they finally faced the group with resolve in their eyes.

“......My apologies for the impudence. The White Raven shall meet with you at the Forbidden Gate. I'll guide you there,” he said this time around, before proceeding to politely lead them through the place.

What followed after another stretch of hallways, all covered in the usual Court decorations, was an old corridor. Unlike the usual wooden floor, this was made of stone. Waterways ran along both sides of it, branching off here and there to seemingly lead the water to a variety of locations. From the looks of it, its origin laid in the direction they were walking towards. They followed along its course, as if going upstream, until they reached their destination.

The hall was massive—even needlessly so—circular, and carved out of the stone itself. The height of its ceiling too was breathtaking. And there, just opposite the entrance Natsuka and the rest had come through, stood a gigantic door—so tall that one had to look up to contemplate it. The inner side of the hall’s arched stone walls had been cut in multiple places, each gash about big enough to allow one person to pass through, and, mysteriously enough, the same water flowing towards the corridors seemed to gush out from the stone itself.

This was Natsuka’s first time getting so close to the Forbidden Gate. For a while, he just stood still, taken by the strange atmosphere of the place. However, he soon noticed a familiar face standing in the middle of the room.

“Worship Consul…” After the White Raven had fallen ill a few years ago, the Worship Consul had been acting as his representative and handled all the religious services within the Imperial Court. He was a thoughtful-looking man, already nearing old age himself. “Why are you here? Where's the White Raven?”

“I came ahead due to the White Raven's poor health. While he's preparing to come over at present, I do believe I’m sufficiently qualified to explain his opinion on the matter myself.” With those words, the Worship Consul gave them a deep bow.

Natsuka and Wakamiya glanced at each other.

“Fine, let's listen then. Why did you oppose Father's abdication?”

“Wasn't the White Raven the one who told me to give up the throne in favor of Wakamiya over ten years ago? Why tell us to wait now? I can't understand it,” Natsuka asked right after his brother.

“That’s completely understandable,” the Worship Consul said as he lowered his head once more. “However, do please forgive us. This is a decision taken after much deliberation not only from the White Raven, but all the priests as well. We wouldn't have made such a proclamation if we had an alternative.”

“Then why? Tell me the reason,” Wakamiya commanded.

In answer, the Consul looked at him with imploring eyes. “Before that, could I ask for something?”

“What?”

“Could Your Highness Wakamiya open the Forbidden Gate……?”

While Natsuka was taken aback by such an unexpected request, Wakamiya himself didn’t hesitate to obey and do as asked. The Forbidden Gate had once been closed with a key bigger than Wakamiya's head, but the lock was already undone. As far as appearances went, anyone should be capable of opening it.

At first, Wakamiya pushed it like he would any other door. It didn't move an inch. Natsuka, incapable of just watching, even lent him a hand. They both tried to push the door open together, slamming themselves against it. It was all pointless.

The Consul dropped his head in defeat. “As I guessed.”

“What do you mean? What's the actual point behind this?” Natsuka raised his voice in anger, irritated by the Consul's incomprehensible attitude. Wakamiya too looked at the man with confusion. Seeing that, the Consul started to explain with obvious resignation.

“Nineteen years ago, when His Highness Wakamiya was born, the bells by the delivery room started to ring and the Forbidden Gate unlocked on its own. Up to that point, it was all as it has been transmitted within the Department of Worship. We all thought without a doubt that you were the True Golden Raven.”

Which was exactly why, at the time, the White Raven informed the previous Acting Golden Raven of the True Golden Raven’s birth as Wakamiya, and the news was shared with all of Yamauchi. The plan was for the then Crown Prince—His Majesty the Emperor at present—to never even ascend to the throne and to have his son, Nazukihiko, go through his coronation as soon as he was of age.

That was, of course, until something unexpected happened.

“The Forbidden Gate didn't open.”

“That's—”

“According to the legends, anyone should be capable of opening the Forbidden Gate once it’s unlocked. And yet, the gate has remained sealed despite its lock coming undone. Do you remember it, by any chance?” the Consul asked gloomily. “When you were still young, Your Highness, we brought you here once. We thought that, maybe, if you yourself tried to open it, it would work. However, the Forbidden Gate didn't even budge at your attempts. That was the first time that doubt on your status as the True Golden Raven took root.”

Natsuka's mind went blank for a second.

“...... Wait a minute. Why are you speaking as if His Highness Wakamiya isn't the True Golden Raven?” Sumio asked the Worship Consul in a shrill tone. He probably couldn't remain quiet any longer, given the gravity of the situation for his master.

The Consul’s only answer was to look away, much to Natsuka's own disbelief.

“Don't tell me that's your point. Are you truly implying that Nazukihiko isn't the True Golden Raven?”

While it wasn't the first time someone had expressed their doubts due to the sealed Forbidden Gate, he had never ever imagined the priests themselves would be putting his legitimacy into question. Natsuka had felt irritation before for their lack of a proper answer to the matter, but this was different.

“Don't fuck with me,” Natsuka growled.

Ever since his little brother had been proclaimed the true Golden Raven, Natsuka had gone through turmoil after turmoil. Thoughts of all those struggles, of the many times his brother had almost died, filled him. People had admonished them, told them it was the duty of those born in the Imperial Family and the True Golden Raven. Fueled by that duty, they had both endured the Imperial Court's many schemes and gone through such great personal pain. And yet!

No matter how much Natsuka tried to calm himself down, his body wouldn't stop shaking. “Are you going to just babble now, after all this time, saying it was all a misunderstanding!? You of all people should be fully aware of how much Nazukihiko and I have suffered until now. If you're saying it was all just a mistake, then why did we brothers have to go through—”

“Brother,” Wakamiya’s sharp voice brought him to a stop. At a loss for words, Natsuka turned around to find his brother there. He had remained unmoving, calmly watching over them. “Let's first listen to what the Worship Consul has to say.”

“But!”

“Then, let's first clarify one thing. Worship Consul,” Wakamiya called to him with a steady, clean voice that resonated through the entire room, “am I not the True Golden Raven?”

Natsuka wasn’t the only one waiting for the answer with bated breath, as Sumio and Rokon joined him as well. The man, however, shook his head slowly with despair painted all over his face. “...... We don't know.”

“You don't know……?”

“At this time, it has become impossible for us to determine it. The Forbidden Gate is unlocked, yet it cannot be opened. If it were only that, we could still make do—but there are other bigger reasons to question the validity of Wakamiya's status as the True Golden Raven.”

“And which reasons are those? Tell me,” Natsuka urged him. His fury was genuine, yet the Consul was obstinate.

“I can't tell you. What if someone tried to feign being the True Golden Raven? The conditions are kept in strict secrecy so they stay out of the ears of anyone who isn't a priest. But, His Highness Wakamiya doesn't fulfill this most important of conditions.”

Wakamiya blinked, clearly perplexed. “I'm not an imposter or anything of the like. At least, I myself think so, but……”

“Nazukihiko was declared the True Golden Raven when he was barely an infant, so don't just go spouting things at random.”

“We're troubled as well! We truly don't believe that Your Highness is lying to us either. Besides, if we look at specifics, you do indeed have the powers of the True Golden Raven. And yet, why—” 

Then, just when the Worship Consul was starting to clam up again, his annoyance at the situation grown too big, someone else's feeble voice interrupted the scene.

“That’s enough, Consul. I'll explain everything.”

Upon noticing them, both Sumio and Rokon shifted to the sides—there was a group of people all dressed in white by the hall's entrance, and walking in front was a tiny old man. His body was thin, withered away, and his back was crouched by age, giving him a sense of fragility. He looked as if, the very second he had to stand unsupported by someone else, he would fall over to the ground. His face was covered in wrinkles and adorned by a thick white mustache, yet his appearance couldn't be any further away from regal.

Astonished, Natsuka even forgot his anger from moments ago.

“You're—the White Raven……?”

He was so different from their last meeting that he couldn't believe it at first. Natsuka had certainly heard that his health had taken a turn for the worse a few years ago, that much was true. In fact, nearly five years had passed since the time the Worship Consul first took his place in ceremonies. In Natsuka's memories, however, the image of the White Raven was mostly that of the day he came to recommend abdication to him. He had been under the genuine impression that the man was hardy and healthy despite his old age.

With Natsuka petrified, it was Wakamiya who rushed to the White Raven’s side.

“Someone bring a bench, let the White Raven sit down.”

“No, I can’t sit down in front of His Excellency…”

“It's an order. Sit,” Wakamiya flatly rejected the notion before further asking for forgiveness. “I’m sorry, I didn't know your situation was this dire. My sincere apologies for calling you today.”

“There’s no need. It's me who has no excuses to give you, making you come all the way here,” the White Raven gave him a feeble bow before sitting on a bench brought by one of his priests. He deeply sighed. “It's no wonder Lord Natsuka would be angered, receiving this news after so long. However, we were left with no alternative.”

“Tell us, then. What's the secret requisite for a True Golden Raven?”

“That's—” the White Raven spoke with a hoarse, strained voice. “Memories.”

As simple as his words were, their meaning escaped them at first. Seeing the princes’ confusion, the White Raven gave them a clearer explanation.

“Your Highness, you lack the memories of the first True Golden Raven, correct?”

“...... What does that mean?”

“Starting from the founder of the line, a True Golden Raven is supposed to inherit the memories of all True Golden Ravens who preceded him—but you lack them. We are the ones with questions. Why do you not remember anything at all!?”

The Golden Raven was the father and mother of all Yatagarasu. No matter the time, he shall appear in front of the people, his beloved children. No matter the struggle they're facing, he shall protect his people and be the one to guide them and enlighten them. The Golden Raven was the leader of all Yatagarasu.

——To the Yatagarasu, the True Golden Raven was their perfect, infallible ruler.

Natsuka had believed the reason laid in the soul, the spirit driven to prioritize his people over anything else. Nazukihiko was different from him—he could mend the tears in Yamauchi's barriers, transform at night, and he had the ability to see a Yatagarasu's true nature and make the most out of it. Above all, his selfless heart made him use those selfsame capabilities for everyone else’s sake rather than his own.

All that time, Natsuka had lived believing that was the key difference—what separated him from his brother—but, according to the White Raven’s words, for a True Golden Raven, that was an imperfect form.

“The True Golden Raven is literally the ancestor of all Yatagarasu.” The White Raven extended a trembling hand in Wakamiya's direction. “His Excellency, the first Golden Raven, came to this land led by lord Yamagami—he was the father of the princes who founded the Four Houses and the ancestor to all Yatagarasu living in Yamauchi. The True Golden Raven is none other than his reborn self. That’s his true nature.”

If he truly were the ‘True Golden Raven’, there should have been no need whatsoever to explain any of this to Wakamiya. It was, in fact, quite the opposite. The moment his memories returned, all priests excluding the White Raven were supposed to fall under the True Golden Raven's direct command.

“The roles are different than you think,” the White Raven said, out of breath. “When the True Golden Raven is absent, the White Raven performs anything related to religious matters and the Acting Golden Raven takes care of governance. That's how the division of responsibilities is supposed to work. Our job is merely to wait for the True Golden Raven's return. We never expected to be in a position where we had to determine whether a prince was in fact the real Golden Raven or not.”

When the lock of the Forbidden Gate first opened, they acted on the belief that Wakamiya would soon recover his memories. He was just an infant incapable of speech back then, so they should come back as he grew up. Time passed and, even when Wakamiya returned from the Outside, even when he came of age, up to the present, he still showed no signs whatsoever of remembering anything.

For the White Raven, this had been a wholly unexpected development. He couldn't recognize Wakamiya’s coronation when, as the True Golden Raven, he didn't fulfill the most important condition of them all. He waited until the very last moment for Wakamiya's memories to return, but, once talks about the Acting Golden Raven's abdication came to him, he determined he couldn't keep doing so any longer and the aforementioned proclamation followed.

“Then, am I truly not the True Golden Raven?”

“We cannot say with certainty,” the Worship Consul explained in the White Raven’s stead, who was breathing painfully and with great difficulty. “There is truly no question that Your Highness is something incredibly close to the True Golden Raven. The power you possess is undoubtedly that of one. It’s clear that you aren't a simple Yatagarasu.”

Despite that, he couldn't be called a complete True Golden Raven either. Everything about him was too half-baked.

“Then—what am I?” Wakamiya murmured, bewilderment all over his face. An understandable reaction. If he hadn't asked, Natsuka himself would have pressed the priests for answers. 

“There is one possibility that has occurred to us,” the White Raven looked at the Consul, who raised his head.

“His Highness, Lord Natsuka, do you know what these are?” The Consul pointed to a number of evenly spaced stone boxes, all lined up as if enveloping the center of the room. Water flowed from them. Both Natsuka and Wakamiya shook their heads, to which the Worship Consul nodded. “These are the coffins of past True Golden Ravens.”

Natsuka’s eyes widened. Truth to be told, he had thought they were shaped like coffins for a second there, but cremation was the custom for aristocrats in Yamauchi and, while he had seen a corpse in a wooden coffin before, this was the first time he ever saw one made of stone.

“They may look like stone, but these coffins are actually made of plain wood.”

“Plain wood? How can that be!?”

Even upon closer inspection, the coffins looked as if they were made of sparkling white stone. It was hard to examine them in detail due to the water gushing out from the stone’s surface but, as the Consul urged him to try to touch one of them, the sensation was unmistakably that of rock.

“After the water has flowed out of it for long enough, the plain wood of the coffin transforms into stone.”

The True Golden Ravens’ remains were never cremated, unlike the rest of the Imperial Family. It was their duty to protect Yamauchi even after death, according to the Consul, and so they were placed in these wooden vertical coffins and enshrined surrounding the Forbidden Gate.

“As for why water flows from coffins made of wood, or why that same wood doesn’t rot but instead transforms into stone, we don’t know either. There is no doubt, however, that those within these coffins are the successive True Golden Ravens. The problem is with this one,” the Worship Consul pointed at the coffin positioned at the farthest side of the room. It was truly made of plain wood. No water flowed from it and it hadn’t yet become stone either. After they had observed for a while, the Consul came closer to it. “Please, take a look.”

He put a hand on the coffin’s lid and, with a surprisingly light sound, opened it.

“Wait—” Natsuka tried to stop him by sheer reflex, but his attempt was cut short the moment he took a look inside. His mouth opened in shock.

“It’s…… empty?” Sumio, who was waiting by Wakamiya’s side, whispered in surprise. Just as he said, there was nothing within.

“This is the coffin where the previous True Golden Raven was supposed to be buried,” the White Raven said with a tone so sad, it felt as if he was about to cry. “We think this may well be the reason why Your Highness Wakamiya’s memories won’t return.”

“But, where are the remains of the previous True Golden Raven? Was it impossible to bury him properly?”

In answer to Natsuka's question, the Worship Consul vexedly caressed the empty coffin. “We don’t know. It’s not even only about the remains, it’s also unclear how the previous True Golden Raven died at all.”

From what they knew, the last True Golden Raven died about one hundred years ago. At the time, the Forbidden Gate was supposedly still open and the Golden Raven did visit the Holy Precincts and serve Yamagami himself. Back then, Yamauchi was truly peaceful. However, one time, the True Golden Raven never came back from the Holy Precincts and, as the people waited for his return, the Forbidden Gate closed by itself. Nobody was capable of opening it ever since.

——They believed that the True Golden Raven had died in the Holy Precincts.

There was a funeral and a new Acting Golden Raven ascended to the throne, but that crucial corpse was never found, not even after all these years, so only an empty coffin remained of it. 

“That’s all that’s written within the records inherited by the White Raven generation after generation.”

“The reality of the matter is that, due to the missing remains, his burial was left incomplete. We suspect that the burial process of a True Golden Raven may be intrinsically related to the inheritance of memories, due to the very differing rites compared to the rest of the Imperial Family.” Yet this very important ritual was left incomplete a hundred years ago. That was the root cause of Wakamiya’s birth as an incomplete True Golden Raven, or so the priests suspected.

“Besides, the True Golden Raven is supposed to reincarnate at the times he's needed, with the most suitable form both physically and mentally to handle the disasters that will threaten Yamauchi. However, it never took more than twenty years for the True Golden Raven to return at the longest. Not until now.”

——It was already an abnormality for the True Golden Raven to not be reborn for a hundred years.

Natsuka put a hand on his frozen brother's shoulder in an attempt to cheer him up. If he didn’t do that, Natsuka felt as if he himself would end up on the ground.

“...... If that's the case, what are you going to do?” Natsuka could now understand why the White Raven wasn’t in a position to declare Wakamiya the True Golden Raven, but the situation couldn't stay like this. “If Nazukihiko doesn't take the throne, our father will be stuck as the Acting Golden Raven. The Imperial Court will be left dancing to the tune of the Four Houses and we will be unable to counter the very disaster the True Golden Raven was supposed to handle for us!”

Neither the White Raven or the Worship Consul had any answers. Wakamiya watched them in silence before, finally, murmuring something, “The White Raven isn't wrong. Even if I were to ascend to the throne like this, we don't even know for sure how much an incomplete True Golden Raven can achieve against the coming disaster.”

“But—!”

“The imperfection is, of all places, in the Golden Raven's consciousness—the part most concerned with decision-making. Right now, it's as if I possessed a very sharp sword with no knowledge on how to use it. If I were to make a mistake, it could easily lead us to an unfixable situation.”

“Nazukihiko,” Natsuka said. He had to say something—anything—to his brother, but he couldn’t find any words to offer him.

“Your memories—if only Your Highness Wakamiya's memories were to return, we will wholeheartedly welcome your coronation. But, please, forgive us.” The White Raven threw himself to the ground from his bench, as if collapsing, and grovelled over the stone floor. “As Your Highness is right now, we cannot recognize you as the True Golden Raven no matter what……!”

Afterwards, Natsuka returned to his own residence to change his clothes. As he dressed himself in the deep purple priestly garments, his mind ran at full speed to figure out what to say to the ministers. To control the ensuing chaos, they now had to give a formal explanation at the Hall of State Ceremonies—or that was the idea. In reality, Natsuka—the one who should have his act together the most—was even more shaken than Wakamiya himself.

He couldn't keep going like this. He put his hand on his forehead just as he heard someone's amused voice from behind. “So you don't plan to change stances, even when faced with a failure of a Golden Raven?”

Natsuka turned around impetuously. His eyes met Rokon's, who was leaning against the wall with a smirk.

“What did you just say……?” 

——A failure of a Golden Raven, is that what he said?

Natsuka approached Rokon with heavy, loud footsteps, slamming him against the wall by the neck. He squeezed. “Don't ever say stupid things like that again!”

Rokon's back met the wall with a dull noise and Natsuka's attendants, who had been helping him change, let out small screams. Meanwhile, Rokon himself was wearing the same unchanging grin from ear to ear. “I haven't said anything stupid. It's a fact that even His Highness Wakamiya himself has recognized, or have you forgotten that?”

“Even if that's the case, I won't stand quietly if you call him so. I won't let anyone ridicule Nazukihiko, not you or any other!” The words came out of his mouth before he even realized it. That same instant, he felt the doubts within him vanish into thin air. “....... Thank you, Rokon. I’ve just made up my mind.”

Natsuka roughly let go of Rokon's neck. He kept glaring at him. “I have the pride of a Yatagarasu of the Imperial Family. As someone born in it, I must fulfill the duty given to me. I haven't even once desired the throne for myself out of self-interest—same as my brother.”

So, as long as Nazukihiko tried to selflessly fulfill his duty as a member of the Imperial Family, Natsuka would keep believing in him. “No matter what others may say, my brother is a proper Golden Raven and he’s qualified as Yamauchi's ruler. I don't know what you're planning, but if you expect me and my brother’s relationship to go awry, you better give up now.”

Rokon, who was looking at Natsuka as if studying him, suddenly smiled in a pleased manner. “I'm not planning anything. Lord Natsuka should do whatever he wishes. No matter what order you give me, I'll obey them all.”

He spoke as if soothing an obstinate, selfish child. Filled with suspicion, Natsuka looked him in the eye and, subconsciously, gulped at what he found there.

“I’ll merely stay loyal to you in my own way,” Rokon said with a laugh, his eyes like those of a beast who knew no mercy.

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The Director finished his explanation on the situation as Suikan looked him over.

“Then,” Seiken spoke, “the coronation has indeed been indefinitely postponed……”

“That's right.”

“Has the Imperial Court given any detailed explanations?”

The Director slowly shook his head. “Not any clear one, no. We haven't been informed of why the White Raven ordered the coronation to be postponed, or why His Highness Wakamiya accepted it.” There were rumors it had been Natsuka who hid the truth of the matter, but whether they were true or not, nobody knew. “Regardless of that, this is going to be a problem.”

——It had been ten days since the priests made their proclamation.

They were in a wide drawing room found in the Unbending Reed Monastery’s instructor quarters. All of the main instructors were there, from those responsible for the Seeds to those taking care of the Evergreens. The lamps’ light wavered as their faces emerged from the darkness under them. Their expressions were all grim.

“The custom is for the position of Monastery Director to be transferred with the accession of a new Golden Raven, as you know. You may also remember that we had arranged to invite Abbot Takubou of Heaven's View Temple and to start the proceedings to hand over the position of Director to him, but that’s null now as well.”

None of them had any idea what the future had in store for them, not in the current circumstances. The Director looked at them one by one, their faces wordlessly twisted with mixed feelings, and put on a strained expression of his own. “I know you must all be ill at ease, but our duty as instructors doesn’t change because of this. As long as there are no movements in the Imperial Court, the administrative structure here won’t change in any form compared to before. Just fulfill your respective tasks.”

As the instructors voiced their agreement in unison, Seiken alone scratched his cheek. “Still, this is a problem. Rumors about the situation are already circulating among the trainees. They’re already divided by the Wakamiya and Animiya factions as-is, which is driving wedges between them, and now we can expect the situation to worsen even further.”

“Who do you think would be the most problematic?”

“Kimichika of Minami-Tachibana, I would say. There have been signs for a long time,” an instructor in charge of the Saplings answered with a sour face.

Kashin, who took care of many of the practical courses, further added to the conversation, “There is an unusual amount of high-ranking and talented boys among the Seeds this year. May he be fretting because of that?”

“True. Ever since Akeru of the Western House arrived, I feel his concerning behavior has become much more conspicuous. I often see those who identify with the Animiya faction—Kimichika acting as their leader—picking fights with Akeru.”

Hearing the Saplings’ theory instructor’s insight, Seiken sighed. “Akeru has been buying into it quite a bit as well. I let them be. Birds of a feather flock together, you know. But, after today, that may not be something we can take so lightly anymore. I must request all instructors to pay extra attention. We cannot allow a bunch of fair squabbles to turn into one-sided bullying.”

“Got it.” Voices raised in agreement  from here and there at Seiken’s warning.

Once the Director confirmed that if there were any new developments at the Imperial Court, they would all be summoned again immediately, and after he insisted that they had to guide the trainees in order to avoid any conflict over politics arising, their meeting finally came to an end.

The very minute the meeting ended, Suikan, who had been making an effort to not bring attention upon himself, left the drawing room behind.

It was a slightly cloudy night. In the hallway, he could feel the humidity accompanying the tepid atmosphere. Sometimes practical courses were changed into theory when it rained, so his mood plummeted the moment he thought of the coming day.

Suikan attempted to return to his room, but then he heard a voice calling for him from behind. 

“Instructor Suikan, could I have a moment?” Suikan turned to find Seiken rushing towards him, his black feather robe fluttering as he moved.

“What’s the issue?”

“I’ve overheard rumors that you’re giving certain trainees special treatment in your classes, is that true?” Suikan refused to answer, and Seiken pressed his lips together tightly. “I’ll make my question more specific, then. Did you truly punish the trainees involved in the dispute with Kimichika all over again?”

“Yes.”

“And what about the rumor that, ever since, you keep on naming Yukiya as your opponent during exercises to ruthlessly beat him on the board? I’ve also heard that you are actively trying to punish him by making him organize the library or clean up the bamboo grove, so he doesn’t even have the time to do his homework.”

Suikan had been fully aware he would be reprimanded for his actions someday, so he answered with full composure, “They changed the wording a bit, but it was obvious many trainees were copying the work of that. That’s his punishment, and prevention for the future.”

“If that’s the case, everyone who copied the homework should have been punished equally. There’s no way the attitude you have around Yukiya is that of an instructor with a trainee.”

“Well, I don’t recognize him as a trainee,” Suikan answered.

Seiken’s eyes widened with surprise. “Why?”

“You must have realized it too, even without me saying it, right? His existence only disturbs the peace of the Monastery. As far as this place is concerned, he does nothing aside from harm. He’s nothing but poison for the rest of the trainees,” Suikan declared.

“...... Even if that were the case, as long as he’s a trainee, he is one of our students, same as everyone else. No matter how you yourself may feel about him, the moment you make a show of it, there won’t be any avoiding the suspicion that you’re playing favorites with Kimichika.”

“Not like I mind if people think that,” Suikan countered immediately.

The look in Seiken’s eyes became all the more pointed. “This isn’t only your problem, Instructor Suikan. It’s an issue that affects the reputation of all the instructors in the Monastery. You should treat all trainees fairly no matter what.”

“Fine…” 

He at least wanted to avoid Seiken’s anger, so Suikan lowered his head obediently. Seiken watched him for a while, as if observing and studying him, and then suddenly smiled. “You’re still very inexperienced as an instructor. Don’t lose too much spirit.”

“I greatly appreciate the concern.”

“Very well then, have a good night.” Seiken gave him his usual smile before departing.

Suikan watched his back as he walked away. Then, he let out an unconscious sigh in disappointment. With heavy steps, he returned to his room, where the very focus of the earlier conversations was waiting for him.

“I’m taking the chance to intrude here.”

The boy held up his sake in quite the tasteless move given alcohol was formally prohibited. Cups and snacks were spread all over the room. Suikan crossed his arms. “I told you that you could come in whenever you wanted, but not that I would look the other way when you drink alcohol.”

“Don’t be so stiff! So, how’d it go? The meeting.”

“There haven’t been any significant developments. I didn’t get any information beyond what you had already, but you came up in the conversation,” Suikan coldly said at last.

“Me? How so? What brought me up?”

“They said that your behavior couldn’t be overlooked. How about stopping the despotic antics?” Suikan asked, making a point out of his own bad mood. “All that championing the Animiya Faction and picking fights with the Wakamiya Faction kids—particularly that Akeru of the Western House. Stop with that idiocy right now. If things keep going like this, I won’t be able to protect you any longer.”

“Look at who’s talking. You’re treating Yukiya of the Northern House like shit and yet you’re scolding me? He’s from the Wakamiya Faction too, right?” Kimichika said, all full of himself. 

“Don’t lump me together with the likes of you!” Suikan snapped back. He knew it was childish of him, but he couldn’t help it.

Kimichika must have realized just how furious he was. He snorted in exasperation. “Would you do me the favor and chill out? If we’re talking about my behavior lately, it’s not like I’m doing it just because I feel like it. It’s on purpose—mostly.”

“What?”

“My very own brother told me to.”

Just the last person he wanted to hear about. Suikan let out a pained groan. “... So it was him.”

Natsuka’s closest vassal and subordinate, Rokon. He had been Suikan’s senior by one year back when he was a trainee at the Monastery.

“This is just to rein in the Wakamiya Faction.”

“What is that thinking? Lord Natsuka himself has expressed his allegiance to Wakamiya, there is no meaning in doing any of this.”

Kimichika’s expression twisted in a way that made it clear he was mocking Suikan. “You truly don’t get my brother.”

“As if I want to! He’s a man who will tout things like ‘the path to true loyalty comes from knowing pleasure’. The less ideas I have in common with him, the better.”

That man was crazy. There was no other way to put it, even if one were to be tactful. The day Suikan became capable of understanding what he was thinking would also be the day Suikan was effectively dead as a person.

Kimichika observed him with amusement and started to play with the cup of sake, swaying it.

“My brother hasn’t given up on making Lord Natsuka the Golden Raven,” Kimichika declared cheerfully, as if he were talking about the weather and not something so alarming. “And you’re my brother’s favorite. When the time comes, there’s no doubt he intends to choose you as his tactician.”

“...... Not something I care about.”

“But, given the fact that you’re covering for me like this, you must not be unhappy about it either, right?” 

This damn brat. Suikan cursed Kimichika internally, yet he made no attempt to either confirm or deny the notion. “Anyway, your current course of action won’t help you in any shape or form. I don’t give a shit about what your brother is planning, but be careful with what you do and say. Unless you want to be outwitted by the Northern House’s insolent brat, that is.”

“By that kid! I have nothing to fear against him.”

“Stop with that fearless act. No matter how much you try to clumsily imitate him, you won’t ever become your brother.”

The moment he heard that, the air of composure fell from Kimichika’s face.

“Shut up….. It’s not your problem.” Kimichika sulked like a child, but Suikan completely ignored him and, instead, insisted on his point.

“You should be proud of not resembling that. You had the fortune of being born right, so stop behaving in a way that puts it to waste,” Suikan earnestly warned him.

Yet Kimichika disregarded his words, acting like a scolded child and unwilling to listen. “Fine, fine! I get it. I’ll behave. It’s not like the end result will change whether I get involved or not.”

Suikan frowned.

“Akeru’s pretensions are starting to fall apart, from the looks of it.” Kimichika’s lips curved. “He’ll self-destruct soon enough.”

Kimichika smiled happily at his own words, sporting a face so similar yet dissimilar to Rokon’s.

Next: Akeru (Part 3)

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1: Holy Precincts is originally Shin’iki (神域), which refers to the precincts of a Shinto shrine or a place where a Shinto god dwells.

[popfizzles]

I'm unsure whether or not you're actually looking for input on having the cuppatrouble blog reopened, but I kind of like having it all on this blog? I feel like without it being here It would slip my mind 😭Which is a shame because i do love the content, my brain is just in a permanent state of forgetting and it's helpful for it to be in the same place as the rest of the content. But what matters is if it's good for you ! so if you think reopening cuppatrouble is the move, you should go for it ! I'm sure getting used to it would happen over time.

Honestly!! Honestly yes I do want actual input!!

This is exactly MY worry when it comes to being the person making the content. Because if I have to put it somewhere else, I'm worried I will just. FORGET about it!!! Out of sight out of mind is2g

As for having to follow a second blog in order to get content, i've made it a habit to reblog every post to my main for archive purposes anyway (at least, that's what I did in the past)! So even if you decide you don't want to follow a sideblog, you'll still be able to just. keep on following this blog and still seeing the content <:)

The biggest draw for putting it on a sideblog would probably be having separate inbox pages so the asks get sorted in my inbox, and also having a single place for JUST Cuppatrouble content (as opposed to scrolling through other mixed fandoms through my main blog, if i decide to post random other things or just talk regularly on my blog).

I worry however. that my main blog might. become very empty otherwise if i focus on a sideblog HLKJHKJ

i dunno!!!! its a whole lot of pros and cons and a lot to think about

[kpopsexstories]

TXT MOST MEMORABLE SEX – Story #7: TOMORROW X TOGETHER (Pt. 1/3)

This is a bonus story for my series Most Memorable Sexual Experiences of TXT. The story is published in three parts over three days.

I've debated whether to publish this story, because it's essentially a gay one. I wrote it 9 months ago when I didn't do any gay content at all on this blog.

I figured it didn't quite fit with the rest of the series, because except for some hints in the first story of the series – which also featured all five members – the boys have been very much into women. But I've already written it after all, and it's not a bad story. So why waste it?

Please enjoy this 3-part bonus story in which the members of TXT have an unusual experience in the showers of a sports center.

Story: The boys of TXT get horny when they shower together after a game of volleyball.

Type: UNCONVENTIONAL

Content: Jerking off together

Word Count: 1,820 (7,997 including Pt. 2 and 3)

Members: Soobin, Yeonjun, Taehyun, Hueningkai, Beomgyu

Story #7: TOMORROW X TOGETHER – Bonus Story (Part 1 of 3)

Volleyball was Beomgyu's hobby, and occasionally he got one or two of his friends to join him to the local sports center for a match. Today, however, he had managed to get all five.

It ended with a win for himself and Soobin, despite the opposing team having a one man advantage. They laughed and joked about this as they took down the net, put away the ball, and headed back to the changing room.

They had the place to themselves and so weren't at all concerned about how loud they were being. Beomgyu preferred this time of day, because it meant he didn't have to answer to any fans who would sometimes come up to him.

At times, he had wished that the company had more to offer than the private gym and pool they all had access to, but he knew a full blown court was too much to ask for, so he never did. Going to the sports center at odd times was usually an equally good solution. On a day like today they had only run in to two strangers who were leaving when the boys first arrived, and the large room in which they played had been completely empty for the duration of the match.

Now, in the locker room, they all undressed in front of each other. There was a time when nudity felt shameful, and they had all felt nervous about undressing in front of their friends at some point. But they had all seen each other naked before, and this many years into their careers they were so close that no one batted an eye.

Even Huening Kai, who was self-conscious about his body, didn't think twice about taking off his shirt, sports shorts and underwear right next to the other boys.

The same was true about showering. The place had a communal shower, a long and narrow room with white walls and a range of open shower heads to one side. There was no privacy here, and there didn't need to be. Serious athletes didn't care, and there was nothing to be ashamed of anyway.

Today, however, one of the boys was feeling a little naughty. As they soaped up their slim and sweaty bodies, Yeonjun – who stood at the far end of the room – was washing his dick. He had been feeling horny and frisky all day for no particular reason, and now he suddenly and inexplicably decided to have some fun.

Probably because they were all so close, and since no one else was anywhere in the changing room anyway, he decided to play and tease. Rather than hide his sudden growing bulge, and think of something else to try to get it under control, he stroke it to make it fully hard. Then, he turned to face the boys who were all lined up in front of him.

“Hey,” he said with a grin to catch everyone's attention. “As a reward for winning, you get the amazing prize and privilege of sucking my dick.”

The reactions to this totally unexpected, very inappropriate, but certainly not unheard of joke varied greatly.

Taehyun and Hueningkai both burst out laughing loudly. They glanced at Yeonjun's hard dick and bent over, unable to control themselves.

Beomgyu immediately felt scared. The sports center was his thing, the place he went to when he needed to relax and do something fun, and he suddenly felt worried. He knew that someone could walk into the changing room at any time, and in this moment he didn't find Yeonjun's silly antics funny at all.

Soobin grinned but didn't laugh. Instead, he calmly finished washing his own long dick, then said: “Shouldn't the losers be the ones suck our dicks?”

This made Hueningkai loose his shit, in the best way possible. He laughed so hard he threw himself on the floor and kicked his feet in the air. He splashed around in the water that flushed from the feet of Yeonjun and Taehyun, toward the drain at the other end where Soobin was standing.

All the other boys turned to look at him, and none of them could hold their laughter in. Even Beomgyu smiled wide when he saw Kai's naked body roll around.

Hueningkai composed himself and held out a hand. “Pull me up,” he said and looked at Beomgyu, who took the hand and helped his friend up.

Taehyun observed the scene. If Kai hadn't done it first and surprised him, he might have laughed so hard he fell over himself.

Yeonjun wasn't ready to let the joke go though. He leaned forward to catch Soobin's eye at the other end of the room, and said: “I can't suck that floppy thing. You need to get hard first.”

Another outburst of laughter from Taehyun, and Beomgyu caved in too. Kai, on the other hand, was drying his tears and trying to calm down, ignoring the naughty talk altogether.

None of the boys were gay. But they had a unique kind of bond and friendship. They were best friends, had lived together for a long time, and had shared rooms in various constellations over the years. They had been though ups and downs, girlfriends and breakups, and all of them had been hard near the others. Some of them had even jerked off together in the past, though those times had all been relatively secret occurrences.

The same could be said of many friend groups and none of those things meant that it was normal to do anything sexual together, but perhaps fame and their unique lives had something to do with it too. Regardless, as funny and weird as some of them found Yeonjun's antics to be, this kind of behavior was, in certain ways, also quite normal for them.

No, scratch that, standing naked beside all the others with a hard cock in your hand wasn't normal at all. But Yeonjun wasn't the only one feeling naughty, and Soobin decided to play along. It was that kind of banter that was normal.

Why things escalated beyond friendly banter on today of all days one can only speculate about.

“Alright,” Soobin said cheekily and started rubbing his own dick. “You want me to get hard?“

“What, no!” Hueningkai said, still smiling wide, and quickly covered his eyes with his arm.

Beomgyu turned around to glance at Soobin, and saw the growing shaft beside him. He wondered if he should be looking at all or if he should do what Kai did, but he couldn't pull his eyes away.

“You guys are insane!” Taehyun exclaimed. He threw his hands in the air and laughed.

The laugh went away when his body quickly went into self defense mode. Seeing an opportunity, when Taehyun raised his arms so suddenly, Yeonjun reached over and grabbed his friend's groin.

Taehyun instantly closed his legs and bent over, lowered his arms and reached for his crotch. “Noo!” he exclaimed.

Hueningkai, who had managed to calm down, was overpowered by a second fit of uncontrollable laughter when he saw what happened. Even Soobin, who had so far merely smiled, laughed at his silly friends.

The sudden touch did do more to Taehyun though than scare and surprise him. When Yeonjun didn't remove his hand despite his best effort to defend his private part, blood came rushing through Taehyung's body. It quickly filled his dick, which started to expand.

Realizing this, Taehyun panicked. He broke free and turned around. But it was too late. Facing Hueningkai in the middle, the dick started to grow to full size.

Still laughing hysterically, Hueningkai pointed and opened his eyes wide. Taehyun, who knew there was no way out of this now, responded by moving closer to his friend. Perhaps if he scared him with his dick, Hueningkai would stop teasing him.

It partly worked. Hueningkai backed away, then ran out of the running water to get away from Taehyun, who now stood fully hard in the middle of the room.

This, in turn, was the point that made Beomgyu cave in a second time. Not to laughter this time, but to sexual arousal.

You only have to picture the scene to understand why: Soobin is almost jerking off already right next to poor Beomgyu. Yeonjun and Taehyun are holding their own hard dicks and swinging them around. Huening is running around naked, laughing uncontrollably. Despite them being close friends – or perhaps because of it – Beomgyu saw no reason to even try to control his own shaft when it suddenly started expanding too.

Okay, if not gay, then at least bisexual.

Soobin noticed it. Now it was his turn to point and laugh. Beomgyu merely shrugged and grinned, and grabbed his shaft to mimic the slow, stroking movements Soobin was already performing on himself.

Hueningkai glanced from side to side. Taehyun had stopped chasing him, which allowed him to calm down and catch his breath. When he took in the sight of his horny friends he didn't quite know what to do, so he asked: “So who's sucking who?”

A sudden seriousness took hold of the room. Hueningkai had only meant to be funny, but there was no more hysteria left in them. Soobin and Beomgyu still giggled, and Taehyun smiled but didn't make a sound. Yeonjun had a dead serious expression on his face, as if suddenly contemplating the situation.

At this point, all five of them became quiet, and all five had thoughts they hadn't really considered before, even throughout their many years of friendship. At least not altogether like this. Naughty, sexual ideas to various degrees.

Even Kai caved in, the last one. He felt his shaft growing, and slowly grabbed it while avoiding eye contact.

None of them were gay. None of them were at all interested in shoving a friend's dick in their mouth. But here they were. Hard, horny, naked, happy, excited, aroused, thrilled and curious. My God were they lying to themselves!

Could we? Should we? Do I want to? Do they? Would they actually…?

What harm could it do? But what would the others think? If I suggest it, will they laugh? If someone else suggests it, will I agree?

Are they looking at me? Fuck I'm horny! I've gotta stop stroking or I'll burst.

Damn, this is hot. Am I weird for thinking that? What if we just jerk off together?

Fuck! I'm so freaking hard. Am I the only one seriously considering this?

They were not. Each and every one of them was thinking similar things. And none of them wanted to be the first to act, nor to let go and stop.

They were interrupted in their thoughts when a deep voice suddenly appeared. “Oh,” it exclaimed, and it sent a shock wave through the boys. The one thing that simply couldn’t happen did, and they were undeniably caught in the act.

Read Part 2 ➡️

[talusclan]

Welcome to TalusClan!

High on the alpine slopes, far beyond the treeline, lives a hardy and proud Clan of wildcats. They prowl the stone spire forest and bask in the rocky fields, far isolated from any kind of civilization. A close-knit collective, the cats of TalusClan thrive in the inhospitable slopes, relying on a solid foundation of community and teamwork built over countless generations. But shadows weave through the stone forest, and for the first time in any cat's memory, TalusClan is facing a danger entirely unfamiliar.

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This page documents the lives of my Generator Clan TalusClan, a solo Clan living in the stone spires of a tundra.

The world of TalusClan focuses mostly on internal and interpersonal conflict as opposed to external dangers. Death is minimal and violence even more so- angst is avoided in most scenarios, and I like a happy ending! I consider TalusClan to be a few notches past slice of life, with a wide scope encompassing every character in fairly equal measure as we explore their relationships and individual histories.

I try to be as faithful to the generator as possible, using all of the names and descriptions from the roster i was given and using the generator to create non-current characters, such as dead cats, exiles, and kittens who haven't been born yet! The exceptions to this are:

The name given doesn't fit with the setting. If I don't get something satisfactory with a non-allegiances character, I'll tweak their name to be more setting appropriate but have the same vibes. For example the name of the Clan itself was changed from AntelopeClan to TalusClan because cats living in an alpine tundra wouldn''t know what antelopes are, but they do know what talus slopes are! This is not a strict piece of worldbuilding because i don't want to torture myself.

Skipperclaw and Starlingberry, whose names i mixed up early on and just really preferred that way

FAQ

Where can I read the story in order?- You can't, at least not right now. The story isn't being told as a comic, more as a series of drawings and lore passages. Due to the non-narrative nature of the story, I doubt I'll ever tell it in a fully linear way, but as I draw and post more scenes I will compile them in chronological order in this pinned post!

Is this a Clangen blog?- Technically, in the sense that it's a generated Clan, but no- it is not made using the Clangen game. All I was given was a list of names and descriptions from this perchance generator. But it's the same general idea, and I consider us to be in the same category.

Why is this FAQ section so empty?- Because I can't think of any more questions right now. Please ask some if you have any! I'll be happy to tell you anything you want to know about this little world.

[kooki914]

What are some ideas you have for how CH3 is gonna play out?

I'm really torn on how to answer this ask, because there's a microscopically thin line between "what I want" and "what I expect", and I've already wholly disappointed myself with my expectations for chapter 2 and I really want to avoid repeating that mistake. To put into perspective, I had literally 0 concrete expectations for chapter 2, and I was invigorated by the trailer like nothing else, and I STILL came out disappointed because the direction of the story was, on some guttural level, not what I had thought it'd be. I never verbalised those ideas, but they were there, and they ended up making me inconsolably hate chapter 2 for a very, VERY long time. And I am still salty. And I'm trying so, SO hard to keep my slate blank for future chapters to avoid those same emotional crashes.

My most honest expectations for chapter 3 are: a fun adventure, some bonding between the kids, and a few less loose threads. That's it.

If I'm being optimistic, I'd also say I expect some deeper exploration/commentary on Toriel's character, through the lens of someone who she literally raised their entire life. I WANT to know more about Toriel and Kris' family dynamic, past what we've seen in the first two chapters, and I want there to be some kind of acknowledgement that her actions, while well-meaning and caring towards Kris, still had negative side effects, especially on the enabling side of things. But, again, I'm phrasing that as optimistic, because if I say that I FULLY expect that and it doesn't happen, I'm going to implode all over again.

The things I WANT to happen in chapter 3 are a whole different ballpark, and like with every other post asking me about full chapter commentary I have to shoutout my Kingdomrune AU where it's literally everything I personally want out of Deltarune. (I know the blog is empty I'll expand on it soon.) The thing is, I really, REALLY want Asgore to be part of chapter 3's dark world, not just as a foil to Toriel but also as a missing piece to the general commentary I want the chapter to make about the Dreemurr household. His absence being both necessary, felt, and also devastating. His clinginess being a detriment to everyone's emotional energy, but that attitude of sticking his nose where it doesn't belong being what Kris NEEDS as a depressed kid with nearly 0 motivation for anything. Where Toriel is "live and let live", Asgore is "we can work on it together", and that's both what makes them a good team, but also incompatible in marriage. It's two opposing approaches to raising kids that come in handy in different contexts, while neither gets to fully shine because of the absence of the other - kind of like how the light world is dull without darkness, and the dark world is pointless without light. Like, there's so much to unpack there!!!! There's so much you can do with, not just Asgore in the dark world, but Kris' role as a leader being TESTED by their parents and their failed marriege AND ALSO possibly by Ralsei himself?

Kris opening a fountain as an attempted act of heroism, failing to garner any positive effects from that endeavour and ALSO hurting one of their most loyal friends in the process?? This chapter has the potential to be Kris' "darkest hour", a moment when they lose all connection and all will to go on, because they end up isolated from everyone. Their parents are physically present but emotionally absent (as always), Ralsei who once believed in them finds out about some Cruicial Choice Kris made and LEAVES them because of it (abandonment issues activated), and even if it's brief it still makes the world feel like it's ending for Kris because it reminds them so much of ever other time they've blamed themselves for people leaving (possibly tying into the December mystery?) How do they deal with this? DO they deal with this? Do they take after their parents and sweep it under the rug for the greater good, OR do they let themselves grieve and let go in order to push forward with vigor in their own heart not fueled by the relationships they've had and lost? (Ahem, thief of breath arc, ahem)

And, god, Susie as a foil to the entire situation, not just in her lack of investment the way Ralsei is invested, or even in the way KRIS is invested, but through her not really knowing the Dreemurr household situation AT ALL and metaphorically holding Kris' hand through a sort of confused comradery. Like "God Kris your family's really weird, but at least YOU came out the least deranged." Their friendship being strengthened because Susie chooses to protect them from themselves even in their darkest hour. Even when they essentially planned to hold her hostage in their house until they worked through their issues, Susie's able to see it as the cry for help it is because SHE would've done the same thing in their shoes. They get each other like no-one else (and hopefully their prior relationship of bully and bullied is addressed for the dual self-destruction cycle it was for both of them).

Basically, I want a sitcom episode gone horribly, terribly wrong. Just EVERYTHING up in flames. And nothing is fixed by the end, but a path to healing is clear.

What I expect is the story being something I can't predict and focusing on things I might not care about NEARLY as much, but will grow to somewhat appreciate with time. Hopefully.

And in conclusion I believe Ralsei should go feral.