#but this is also a blog which has them on it so mmm

[lunapastas]

promo post!!

info // tags // playlist hiya, i'm luna! i'm 23 and i go by they/xem/she pronouns and this is my creepypasta-centric sideblog! i've been a part of this community since i was a tween/teenager and my autism sometimes tugs me back into the hyperfixation hell every now and again, so a sideblog for it was kinda inevitable lol.

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[littlemissmiller]

𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔

Pairing: javier peña x fem!reader

Summary: Javier is your partner while on assignment in Bogotá. You can’t seem to resist him, as much as you tell yourself you’re done fooling around with him. One night, he comes home and the next morning, you finally realize your true feelings for him…

Warning: 21+ (drinking and smoking), semi-rough sex, ass slapping, slight power play, dom!javier, sub!reader, oral(m and f receiving), partners/friends to lovers

Word count: 3.8k

A/N: surprise! it’s pedro! i hope y’all enjoy this just as much as the tom fics (which i appreciate all the support once again, exceeded my expectations). I had this one in the vault for a while, but just went back and edited it so here it is! i have another billy and coryo fic in the works, but a girl has got to diversify her blog page no? also i do plan to post more pedro stuff (given my blog name 😅)ok enjoy! ❤︎

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“This is the last time Javier.” You panted as Javier Peña pushed you up against the wall of a small janitor’s closet. A frequent place you had found yourself in once again, fucking like teenagers. Everyone had left the office nearly, but you still didn’t want to get caught.

“Yeah you said that last time sweetheart.” He growled into your ear as he readjusted you, hoisting you up further onto the wall. Your legs were wrapped around his waist and he was fucking up into you. His pants were only down far enough to let his cock out and he continued to push your tight pencil skirt up over your thighs and hips. You moaned into his ear which caused him to pick up his pace.

“I mean it we…we can’t keep doing this.” You moaned as his lips attached to your neck. He smirked and looked back up at you. His hand slithered up your throat and cupped under your chin.

“Really? Is that why you decided to wear this tight little skirt today? To get me to stop?” He panted

“I always wear these…” you lied

“Yeah well what about this blouse then hmm.” His hand slid down your throat to tug on your collar and then slipped inside your blouse to cup your breast.

“You know I can see right through it don’t you?”

“Maybe I was trying to get someone else’s attention…”you croaked out

“Mmm I don’t think so sweetheart. I know other people are looking but they wouldn’t dare to touch you.” He replied

“Why is that?”

“You know why…” he breathed into your ear “because you’re mine…” he picked up his pace and soon enough you were both coming undone.

He held you in place for a while and rested his forehead against yours. You both panted in exhaustion, your breathing in sync. He planted a soft kiss on your cheek before pulling out and setting you back on your feet.

“You should grab a drink with me tonight.” He suggested as he stepped back, readjusting himself, stuffing his cock back into his jeans and buckling his belt.

“Javi…” you sighed, shaking your head and smirking as you buttoned up your blouse “you know my rules…”

Ever since you and Javier started hooking up, you were very explicit about how your relationship would be. You had told him you weren’t looking for a relationship, but he convinced you to be “partners with benefits”.

Your rules were clear. No going out to bars or dinner, no flirting in front of your colleagues, and nothing more than just sex. Those were the rules left anyways. Javier had a way of convincing you to break them. At first, you had told him no hooking up at work, but about two weeks later and one too many tight dresses, you had broken that rule. And the rule not to show physical affection to each other outside of your activities. He couldn’t seem to help himself around you. He would always wait until no one was around, but occasionally he’d plant a kiss on your cheek or come up behind you and plant one on the back of your neck. It would usually turn into more, but occasionally it was just in passing and very quick.

“C’mon we can go as just co-workers. Then it’s not a date”

You looked up at him and rolled your eyes. You slipped your heels back on and started to fix your hair.

“You know what I told you. I’m not looking for a relationship, especially not with you.” You looked at him pointedly and he frowned “besides if you and I get together who else is going to fuck the hookers Escobar likes the have around.” You have joked raising my eyebrow

He rolled his eyes.

“They are informants and I get very useful information from them”

“Oh besides how they like it” you smirked reaching for the door

Javier stopped you. His hand wrapped around your wrist. He looked at you and you looked back at him intensely, snapping your head in surprise and confusion.

“Are you jealous or something?” He asked

“No!” You laughed “besides we get good intel like you said.”

He released your wrist and grunted in agreement. He traced his hand over your own, moving it from your wrist to your finger tip. He moved his fingers around your palm and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles.

“You should still get a drink with me though” he insisted, continuing to stroke your hand. “Hmm…what do you say? He kissed your knuckles this time, which took you off guard but it wasn’t unwelcomed.

A part of you had put these rules in place mainly for yourself. You knew getting tangled up with Javier like this would be trouble and quite frankly a distraction. Maybe you needed a distraction, but with your own partner? Would that really happen? Maybe because you also knew, in the back of your mind, you had deeper feelings at play. You thought about it and, in that moment, you realized you were about to break one of your own rules again.

“Fine.” You started, dropping your hand to your side “just as co-workers thought. This is not a date or anything like a date.”

“Fine by me. Whatever you wanna call it.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. You opened the janitors closet and poked your head out. You looked around and stepped out. Javier followed after you.

“Let’s get going. And separate cars.” You commanded, looking at him seriously

“I figured.”

“Where are we meeting?” You asked

“That bar near your place. The one on the corner next to your apartment.” You answered

Of course he chose somewhere near your place. You thought he was gonna try and take you home with him after. Back to his place. You were wrong. You and him met at the bar and, what ended up being one drink became three, then a cigarette, and your night was pretty much set.

“This ain’t too bad hmm?” He asked

“I don’t mind getting a drink with you Javier. Just the principle of it I…struggle with”

He smirked at your answer “Is that so?” He slid his hand onto your knee which made you almost choke on the beer you were sipping on.

“Javi!” You gritted though my teeth in a low tone

“You said no flirting in front of co-workers or at work. Nothing about outside of work.” He smirked.

“I hope you understand that you’re not coming home with me tonight.” You remark pointedly

“Oh really why is that?” He asked rubbing my thigh

“Because we are just getting a drink as co-workers. Remember.”

Javier leaned back with a satisfied smirk on his face and downed his whiskey.

“You’re at least gonna let me walk you home?”

“It’s just around the corner.” You reminded him

“So?” He asked

“I’ll be fine, but I have feeling you’d follow me anyways” you joked

“You think I’m too overprotective of you?”

“Sometimes….” You looked at him and he looked at you not with lust but something else. A deeper longing and you knew in that moment what you had suspected for a while. Javier Peña seemed to have fallen for you.

He ended up walking you home and you begrudgingly let him in for “just one more drink” and soon after you found yourself back home with him, although you didn’t actually have sex. The two of you drank whiskey and just talked. Something you rarely found time to do. Simply connect with each other. You both sat on the couch, Javier took the liberty of your closeness to occasionally caress your thigh or play with your hair. It was simple, yet incredibly intimate. You and him eventually moved to your bedroom, where you cuddled up on him. Neither of you talked much after that. You simply lost yourself in that moment with him. You felt complete and your heart felt full. You slowly faded into sleep against him and without realizing it he had kissed your forehead several times after you had fallen asleep until he too drifted off.

When you woke up the next morning Javier was still asleep, sleeping on his stomach. You watched his back muscles as they rose and fell. He breathed heavily and you tangled your fingers loosely in his hair to try and wake him up. He kept sleeping, so you decided to take a shower. As the warm water poured over your head you thought about the way he looked at you the night before. His big brown doughy eyes that looked at you like a puppy dog. His hand on your leg, fingers playing with your hair and his charming smile. And the way you held each other until you both fell asleep. You realized that you liked him too. You had been resisting him and the idea of you two together. Especially given that you weren’t too sure how the DEA would feel about you and him having a relationship.

Would you not be able to work together catching Escobar worse get fired? You didn’t want to lose everything at work just to be with him, but you also couldn’t help but feel this way for him. Your thoughts are disrupted when you hear the shower curtain being pushed back. Javier stepped in behind you and came close, pressing his chest against your back. You kept your eyes closed as he wrapped his hands around your waist. He started placing light kisses on your neck and you reached up behind to cup his face. You could feel his cock getting hard on your ass and you reached down to stroke him. He groaned into your ear as he cupped your breasts.

“Mind if I stay?” He whispered

You spun in his arms and looked into his eyes. That same loving look from last night appeared on his face and you knew that he definitely had feelings for you too. There was no turning back now. For either of you. So you accepted that you were also in love with him and leaned into kiss him. It was passionate, with full force. He pushed your back against the shower wall, cupped your face with one hand while the other was planted on the wall beside your head. You moved up against him and moved your leg slowly up to his waist. He dropped his hand and immediately groped your thigh.

“Wanna stay in here or take this back to the bed?” He asked

“I don’t think we’ve ever done it in the shower before” you remarked

“We haven’t” he smirked

You reached back down the stroke his cock and smiled at him.

“Well Agent Peña…” you said as you continued touching him. “What do you want?”

His hands traveled along your body and settled on your waist. He spun you back around and pushed you back up against the shower wall, grabbing your wrists and holding them behind your back. You let out a breathy moan. You knew calling Javier “Agent Peña” turns him on. And you knew that it could make him go from the sweet man you cared about you so much, into a man hungry with lust. It makes him want to be in charge.

“I want you. And I suggest you behave. Got it?”

You moaned in agreement and nodded. He slapped your ass and tightened his grip around your wrists.

“Words sweetheart…”

“Yes sir…I’ll…I’ll be good” you reply somewhat begrudgingly.

Javier and you had this game sometimes when hooking up. You knew whenever you called him by his formal title, he was going to want to ravish you And you liked to give into him sometimes. Pretend you were a suspect or one of Escobar’s whores. It excited you, in a way you didn’t even know was possible. Makes you feel on edge and you like the anticipation that had control over you. Sex with Javier was usually always good, but when he was trying to find out where the next shipment was going to come in or where Escobar was going to be next he definitely had a few tricks up his sleeve. A few tricks to get girls to talk in bed.

Then he spun you back around as he grabbed your ass again. He rubbed his hand over it and slid it down in between your thighs. His fingers started rubbing your folds and you started melting up against the wall. Letting go of your wrists, he held you closer to him so your back was against his chest. He started pinching and twisting your nipples with his free hand. You let out a series of moans and whines. The hand in between your thigh snaked up and began to rub your clit. His fingers traced over it before pressing down and rubbing in a tight circle. You moaned and arched your back. He moved his hand across your sternum and pushed your back against his chest.

“Don’t move too much sweetheart” Javier demanded. “Just stay right here”

You held onto his biceps now that both of your hands were free. Your legs were shaking and everything around you was going fuzzy.

“Goddamn Peña you make me feel so good.” You whined

“I bet if you were actually one of Escobars girls I’d get information out of you real easy.”

You let out a mix between a moan and a laugh

“You flatter yourself Agent Peña”

With that he pushed you up against the shower wall some more you steadied yourself with your hands. You gasped in surprise at his sudden dominance. He pushed your legs open slightly, his hand grabbing the insides of your thighs. Then you felt the tip of his cock push into you and gasped.

“Would you tell me now?” He asked nipping on my ear lobe

“You’re going to have to do more than that to get anything out of me”

With that he pushed all the way inside you. He felt so full, so big. You couldn’t help but let out a long, staggering moan, but you weren’t about to say anything to him, about how good it felt. Not even say his name. It’s what he was trying to get out of you in this little game of yours. He started pumping in and out of you slowly at first, but he soon picked up his pace. You only let out a few soft moans as he worked his hips against your ass. You weren’t going to let him win that quickly, yet the pleasure was agonizingly good. He started pounding into you and you could barely contain your whimpers. His hand came down and sharply landed on your ass. He smacked it again and again. Each time you couldn’t help but let him hear you.

“Got more to tell me sweetheart?”

You shook your head and he growled into your ear

“C’mon now I know you wanna talk to me. At least tell me how good it feels”

You didn’t reply and he smacked your ass one last time. He pulled out abruptly, spun you around and turned the water off.

“I know what will make you talk…” he smirked

You stared up at him doe eyed, somewhat confused and scared and somewhat in anticipation. He pulled the curtain back then scooped you up into his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck and legs dangling from the crook of his elbow. He held your naked body against his tightly and walked back into your bedroom. He threw you down on the bed and you let out a slight yelp. He crawled on top of you and started kissing you again.

“If you won’t talk to me from me fucking you��then I guess I’ll just torture you with my tongue.” He whispered

He worked his way down your entire body, kissing every inch slowly. He was methodically in his actions. Kissing, sucking, and nipping on your flesh like an animal that just caught its prey. He slowly reached your core and began teasing the inside of your thigh with his lips and tongue. Your hand moved down to grab his head and move him where you wanted. He bit down on your thigh, giving it a hard slap, and looked up at you.

“If you want me somewhere specific you’re gonna have to use your words.”

You groaned in response

You watched him as he went back to teasing you. His mouth drew closer and closer to your clit, until finally. Your hips bucked up in his face slightly as he flicked his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves. He held you down and started really going for it. He ate you out like he was starving for you. Javier lapped you up, sucking and teasing your core. His tongue was relentless and kept bringing you closer and closer to the edge. He could sense it too. So he kept you on edge for a while. Javier pulled back, gawking at you as your eyes and pouty lips silently begged him to return his mouth to your slit. He slowly rubbed you as he admired you. He stroked himself with his free hand and bent back down to kiss your thighs.

You squirmed when his lips touched your skin again, so desperate to cum for him. Javier kissed your clit again, his soft affectionate demeanor driving you crazy. You wanted to cry out, but you held back, still remembering that he’s trying to coax you into telling him how good he makes you feel. How bad you crave him. Javier made eye contact with you as he tasted you, his tongue delicately danced over your folds. You bit down on your lip hard, eyes never leaving his. He pulled back again, catching his breath. He rubbed your clit again as he looked at you.

“C’mon baby. Why don’t you tell me how good it feels hmm? C’mon let me hear you.” Javier nearly begged but you just shook your head. His face changed as he scoffed at you.

“Fine. Gonna be a stubborn little thing hmm? Two can play at that game.” He said, removing his fingers. You buck your hips up at the loss of his hand, your face scrunched up disappointment. He sat up on his knees and beckoned you to him. You crawled forward, eyes never leaving his. With his cock in one hand, he stroked the side of your face

“Well if you're not going to speak, then maybe you can use your mouth in a different way hmm?” He suggested. He cups your face and draws you close to his crotch.

You opened your sweet little mouth, and he traced your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. You opened and took him into your mouth. He was so big, and you could feel the tip as it prodded the back of your throat. You gagged slightly and he cooed at you. He pumped into you, loving the way your lips became fat and plumb. He held the back of your head and he continued moving his hips. Javier tilts his head back in bliss, his grip getting slightly tighter in your hair. He looks down for a moment, reaching for your ass and giving it a firm squeeze.

“Fuck that’s good.” He quipped. He looked back down at your mouth then back up at your ass. He ran his hand in-between your cheeks and started to rub your slick folds. His actions caught you off guard and you popped your mouth off his length. You moaned and gasped as your legs started to give out.

“Oh there she is. Can’t help it now hmm? Come on, tell me how good it feels.”

You held back for as long as possible, biting down hard on your bottom lip until you can’t help it anymore.

“Mmm mmm ooh fuck Javi fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck..” you finally cried out, your legs shaking uncontrollably. You duck your head down, face against the mattress as Javier made you cum. You convulsed on his hand. He smiled, his satisfaction ever so apparent.

“Thaaaats it. Oh fuuuck, you’re so pretty baby. So pretty cumming for me like this” he moaned

You stared back up at him, eyes slightly wet and glossy from having him down your throat. With a finger under your chin, he guided your lips back up to his. As he kissed you, he gently pushed you back on your back and you spread your legs for him. He wanted to tease you still, catching you while you're still a babbling mess. He rubs your clit as he pushes himself inside you. It was overwhelming at first, and you clenched around his cock.

“Javi…I-I oh fuck your gonna make me cum again” you squealed

“Good. Tell me who makes you feel good hmm?”

“Y-you Javier ok. You win you win you win, I fuck, I-I…”

“Go on. Say it. Say it to me.”

“I want you. Not just, not just like hooking up…I want all of you please…please…”

The admission stumbled out of you and you almost regretted it as you said it but Javier simply smiled. As he pumped into, he leaned down and kissed you

“Ohh I want you too. I have for a while.”

His passion overtook him and he sped up his hips. He was practically possessed, letting his brain go numb as he continued to drill into you. Your fucked out face gawked at him, continuously looking at his face and then at the place where his cock had entered you. The feeling of pleasure consumed you, he felt so full and deep in you. You never wanted this to end and neither did he. Javier kissed you frantically, savoring you.

“That’s all I really wanted this whole time. To know you wanted me too.” He whispered

You nodded and he pumped into you more deliberately.

“Christ baby you feel so good. Not gonna last much longer.”

Mhmm go on. Fill me up. Fuck pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease…” you beg over and over again until he came. His cum spilled into you, feeling warm and filling. He took a moment to catch his breath, kissing all over your face as he did.

“Mmm Javier, we’re going to be in so much trouble…” you muffled as he kissed you

“You really think…” he kissed you “that we should worry about that” he kissed you again “right now. In this moment”

You sighed against him and shook your head

“I hope you have a plan for figuring this out.”

“You know I’ll figure it out baby.” He smiled cockily

He cupped your face and continued to kiss you over and over again. You slowly melted into his touch and so did your anxiety. At that moment you didn’t care. You had him, as much as you had tried to resist him, you wanted him and now, now you had him.

꧁✹❂✹꧂



[adabird]

Hii !! I just read your preferences and thought they were really cuteee ~★

If you’re taking requests, would you be able to write a part two of the preferences with the characters: aizawa, tamaki, shoto, midoriya, bakugo, and yo shindo? That is if you write for them, of course. Don’t be afraid to pick and choose which characters who you want to and do not want to write ❕ (I’m so sorry if that was a lot of characters… ☹️)

anyways, i’m greatly delighted by your writing style and very excited to watch your blog grow ❕

— 🤍

(P.S: your taste in characters is AMAZING! and you write them so well?! for sure one of the best i’ve ever seen for all of the character from your preferences)

MHA BOYS PT.2

HEADCANNONS + PREFRENCES

All characters AGED UP! readers BEWARE, there are some NSFW and PROGRESSIVE MOMENTS!

(OMG! It took me like ten minutes to find out to respond, I legit didn’t see the “reply”button. Anyways!)

I was also thinking about making a preferences for the teachers? Like, Aizawa, PresMic, Hawks, All might, Mirko, Midnight? I know Hawks and Mirko aren’t teachers, but I really want an excuse to write them.. Anyways, thank you for the recommendation!)

ALSO! sorry for taking so long to respond I didn’t know this is where the requests went!!

X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X>>X

Bakugou Katsuki-

HEIGHT

Katsuki would really be into the”Height Differences”. Whether you’re taller than him or shorter than him. After he has matured and been out in the hero field for the past 6 years,he’s grown physically and mentally. He’s grown to be more mature mentally, by over coming challenges on the field, and off the field. So when your relationship had started, he had grown less rude, and a tad bit more quieter. His build has also changed, he had gotten bigger, taller, and grown more mussel mass on his body. So, again,when he met you he was about 6’0 and lean. If you’re taller then him, he has the hots for how he gets to grab the base of your neck to pull you into a kiss, and don’t get him started when you lean down to take a picture next to him. MMM. And if you’re shorter, then him he loves when HE gets to lean down and kiss you, and don’t even get him started when you stand on your tip-toes, to grab his cheeks to peck him.

Midoriya Izuku-

LIPS

AHHH OKAY. OKAY. Izuku is really into your lips, just like TSU, he’ll sit down and stare at your lips while you go chatting about whatever subject, or school project you’re doing at that time. He really enjoys inviting you over for study sessions, especially for English class. He loves big lips, small lips, cupid lips, round lips, thin lips, ANY. KIND.He loves when the class is doing a book project, so he can sit and watch you with his puppy dog eyes. He also loves whenever you sit next to him, and kiss his neck while he reads the following passage to you. You drive him crazyyyy..

Tamaki Amajiki-

EYES

MMM! Tamaki is my boy for real. Tamaki gets really jittery because of his anxiety. But when it comes to you, his anxiety always seems to loosen,ESPECIALLY when you two are alone. Tamaki is known for standing in corners, and avoiding eye-contact. However, when he met you, your eyes kept him captivated. Any kind of eyes keeps him captivated.. Small, Big, Round, Almond, Siren, Hooded. It’s all about your eye color. He loves the way they show your emotions, and loves how they shine in the sun.. He loves when you force him into eye contact whenever you talk to him. He gets really turned on by how dominant you can be..

Aizawa Shota-

STRETCH MARKS

GOD. Shota really loves your stretch marks. It all started when you wore a one piece to the private pool. At first you were scared, a little nervous even when it came to taking off your tee. However once you talked it out to Shota, you took it off feeling a bit more confident after the pep-talk you had just endured. He couldn’t stop staring at your stretch marks, at first you wanted to put on your tee until Shota started to speak up. He grabbed your thighs running his hands over your marks. He ended up telling you how turned on he was,and he thought that your stretch marks are extremely sexy. After that day,practically every day after that ended up with Shota next to you caressing and kissing all of your stretch marks telling you how hot you are.

Todoroki Shoto-

VOICE

Shoto bro. Shoto… Shoto really enjoys late night calls with you. He really likes calling you to listen to your voice as it soothes him to sleep. And don’t get me started if you feel insecure, because this man will make sure you love your voice and who you are as a person. AND. especially if someone calls you annoying, that person would come running back to you telling you they were only ‘Messing around’ and hit you with the ‘I didn’t mean to make you upset’, I definitely think Shoto is really protective over you, and makes sure you feel loved.

Yo Shindo-

HANDS

Shindo loves. your. hands. He loves your hands whether they’re big or small. He loves how they wrap around in his hands when he invites you to grab your hand. And he loves how they grip his biceps, and wrap around his back whenever he wraps you up in a hug. He really loves as they cup his face whenever the two of you have your make-out sessions. He really does admire you for your personality, he really enjoys how you involve him into your friend groups. And even his friends LOVE you once you finally meet them..

[babyjakes]

dreamy undoing.

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event | april '23 ddlg-themed blurb night

summary | when you need it most, ransom knows exactly how to clear out your pretty little head.

pairing | daddy!ransom drysdale x little!reader

warnings | ddlg. soft sweet doting daddy!ransom. toys: warming cream, clit pump, vibe, butt plug. fingering. soo much praise, a little dumbification, lots of "shhhhh"s which are my favorite hehe <3. reader cries a little but only due to pleasure. reader is tied up. multiple orgasms, squirting.

word count | 1,517

requested by 🫧 anon | Life has been so stressy lately and I just know that Daddy Ari or Daddy Andy (or any Daddy you feel like writing!) would put together the perfect plan to wipe all the stressy thoughts from their little one’s brain. Daddy would make sure she feels all safe and little first, and then maybe tie her up to show her some new toys he got for her as he tells her that he’s going to use them to make all her stress go away. By the end, all she can do is come and squirt over and over and over again as daddy makes her make a big big mess.

an | ohh bestie i'm so glad you sent in a toy request, i have been craving a good toy fic and this was perfectly timed for blurb night!! hope it's alright with you that i chose ransom, i just love him and miss him and always think of him first when it comes to toys hehe <3 also?? this was supposed to be just a quick lil blurb but the adhd medication got me completely carried away..... hope you enjoy >:-)

"There you go baby— shhh," Ransom's voice is the softest, sweetest thing you've ever heard as his gentle fingers spread the yummy-scented cream all over your poor little button. Your legs twitch against the ropes holding you open and spread wide for your daddy. Though you're all tied up in quite a punishing position, this is not a disciplinary session. Instead, the restraints are simply there for your safety, for your comfort. Ransom knows this is exactly what you need after such a grueling week of school and work; all he wants to do is let his pretty baby's mind melt away to nothing as he rewards her endlessly for all the hard work she's been doing.

"Mmm... Daddy," you mumble. Ransom hums along with you as he rolls your tiny knot of nerves between his fingers, the effects of the special cream not taking long at all to be felt. "Th-thank you Daddy, feels so nice, feels—"

"Shhh— you're welcome, baby," the dark-haired man leans his head in to press a kiss against your forehead as he works your sensitive clit with his fingers. "You just let Daddy take care of you, hmm? Don't have to worry about a single thing, sunshine. Need to empty out that pretty little head of yours, s'not good for a tiny baby like you to be doin' so much thinkin'."

From the little pile of toys he has sitting next to you on the bed, he grabs your favorite pump next. It's a simple device with a round plastic cup for your clit, connected to a small bulb that allows your daddy to work the suction manually. As Ransom uses his fingers to spread you out gently, fitting the toy into its place, your toes curl in excitement. "Need to get your sweet little button all puffy and ready for Daddy to play with, right baby?" he smiles as he sucks your poor clit up with a squeeze, earning an eager nod from you as he wiggles the pump carefully, making sure the seal is air-tight.

"Bet that feels nice— huh, princess?" he croons knowingly as he grabs the next toy: your pretty pink plug, custom-made with genuine Swarovski crystals embedded in the base. "Don't worry, angel. Gonna get it nice and slick for you, make sure nothing hurts for my pretty little girl." Eyeing your dripping folds, he hums in approval. "Such a good girl, getting so messy for me already."

Your mind floats safely through your tiny headspace as Ransom preps the plug with plenty of lubricant, earning a quiet whimper from you as he begins rubbing the blunted tip up against your puckered hole. "Easy baby, shhh," he soothes you once more, bringing one hand up to tap against the hard plastic encasing your clit as the other begins working the plug into you. He releases the pump before squeezing it again and again at a quick, teasing pace, your poor puffy button getting sucked up over and over by the tool.

Your breaths deepen, heart thumping faster and faster as your clit pulsates in pleasure, the sensation of the plug stretching you out in your most sensitive of places bringing you closer and closer to the edge in little time at all. Attentive as always, Ransom senses your growing arousal with ease. "Good girl, that's my sweet little y/n. That feel nice, baby? You like it when Daddy plays with your clit and plugs up your pretty little bottom? Poor little girl— so tight, aren't you?" he mocks pity, the heat in your tummy growing as he slides the plug in and out of your burning hole, letting it stretch you out as far as it can without quite giving you the satisfaction of inserting it fully to sit nicely in its intended place.

"P-please Daddy," you pout, bottom lip trembling as he toys with your ass, letting out a gasp as he sucks your needy button up fully again before plunging two thick fingers into your neglected cunt. "O-oh Daddy... thank you Daddy, I— please, please Daddy..." Ransom grins at the sound of your increasing desperation. The first orgasm is always his favorite; he loves dragging it out, watching as it creeps up slowly, then before either of you know it, all at once.

"There you go, babygirl. Just needed this pretty little pussy filled up, huh?" he sings, the pads of his fingers curling up against your tender ceiling as you grit your teeth, tears building in your eyes as you pass the point of no return.

"Please Daddy, I-I'm gonna— please," you heave.

"Go ahead, baby," Ransom murmurs, giving you a knowing nod as he works his hands faster, bringing you right to orgasm at his simple command, "cum for me. Theere," he hums, a satisfied look washing over his face as he witnesses you coming completely undone before him.

Clenching down against the plug and your daddy's fingers, you completely let go, gushing steadily against his ministrations. Your climax is long, steady, and intense, pathetic whimpers sputtering out of you once you finally begin to drift back down to earth. Ransom carries you through it with care, working your most sensitive places as long as he can to give you as pleasurable of an orgasm as possible. Only when you're finally winding down does he slow, bringing his drenched fingers up to his lips to taste your sweet juices.

"So good for me, angel," his voice is low, tender as he finally pushes the plug in fully, watching as it nestles itself perfectly into place against your trembling rosebud. Free hand coming up to rub your tummy gently, he coos as it still spasms lightly from your euphoric high. "So proud of you, sweetheart. Did so well for Daddy, that feel good?"

"Mhmm," you hum, gazing at him through half-closed lids as you soak in the dreamy waves of pleasure still coursing through your veins. "So good, thank you Daddy," you mewl sweetly.

"You're so welcome, little one. Now let's see here," he muses, bringing his attention back up to your clit as it sits swollen in its clear cage. "Oh my," he breathes as he lets it out of the pump with a pop, the magic workings of the device and the cream visible as the little bundle of nerves now sits completely exposed and hardened, just begging to be loved on. "So puffy, baby. Look at you," he enthuses, placing a hand behind your head to bring it forward, forcing you to look at your poor, abused sex.

"S-so puffy," you agree, eyes widening as he reaches for the bottle of lube, gently dripping some down against the knot of flesh. The sensation of the cool liquid hitting your most sensitive spot brings tears to your eyes once more.

"Think I've bullied your poor little button enough, huh?" he frowns as he grabs a small, cordless wand from beside you— another favorite. "Think it deserves some relief. What do you say, princess?"

"Y-yes Daddy, please Daddy," you drool as you rest your head back against the pillows once more, the sound of the wand switching on already overwhelming you with anticipation.

Pressing three fingers into your messy heat this time, Ransom gives no warning before bringing the head of the wand down to begin working over your clit. You jolt at the intensity, earning a light chuckle from the dark-haired man as he begins pumping his digits in and out of you once more, singing, "There, that's what you needed, isn't it? Just needed Daddy to tie you down and let you cum? How long d'you think you'll last this time, sweetheart?" he wonders aloud.

But you're already teetering towards the edge again, the wand being swirled over your throbbing clit in slick, steady circles enough to make your mind go completely numb. And that's all Ransom wants; that's all he's wanted from the beginning: to reduce you down to nothing but whimpers and moans, a drippy, darling mess at the mercy of his skilled hands. "Please... please..." Your vocabulary is shrinking by the second as his fingers speed up against your burning walls.

"You don't have to beg, baby. You can cum, can cum as many times as you need. Daddy's gonna take care of you, sunshine," he promises as you reach your second high, tears and spit dribbling down your chin as you squirt out against your daddy's hands once more. He praises you softly and sweetly, letting you ride out your orgasm for as long as you can. Your juices crackle against the hum of the vibrator as you squeeze your eyes shut, heart pounding in your throat as you wait seconds, minutes, what feels like forever for the ripples of pleasure to finally subside.

"Hmmph... Daddy..." your own voice sounds miles away from you as you stay in your daze, head entirely somewhere else as you feel the wand being run up and down your soaked slit.

"Daddy's here, angel. Doin' so good for me— let's see if you can give me another one, hm?"

quietly tagging @onsunnyside in dis bc. dis is puff puff behavior fr.

[flightlessangelwings]

FawKtober2024 Part 10, Finale- Santiago Garcia

Santiago Garcia x fem!sex worker reader

Kinks- exhibitionism, lap dancing, public sex

Word count- 2.6k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), reader is a dancer/sex worker, sex in a club, harassment, protective!Santi, brief minor violence, chair sex, oral (f receiving), feelings, hinted that she's slept with all the TF guys, no physical description of reader other than body parts, no use of y/n

Notes- Happy Kinktober finale!! Please note while this reader is a sex worker, sex work is not the kink it's her job. This one has a bit of plot too for the finale and of course I had to add protectiveness! Enjoy!

@flightlessangelwings-updates is my update blog so please also follow that and turn on post notifs!

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Lights pulsed in the club as a loud dance beat filled the room. Beautiful people in sparkly outfits danced around poles while patrons threw money at them. Cheers erupted every time a dancer did something especially sexy or shook their ass a little more. It was a fun place to be, on either side of the dance stage, and everyone always had a good time every single night.

Santiago, Frankie and the Miller brothers spent many nights at the club. Many of the dancers and bartenders knew them all by name, and all the guys were already greeted with a smile. Benny even worked as security some nights when they needed a little extra help, which was always very much appreciated.

The guys all had their favorites, their preferences, and most of the time they wanted something different enough that they rarely overlapped. But there was one dancer who they all frequented. It took some fighting through emotions, but they all came to an agreement that whatever happened on the stage or in the private rooms was no one’s business. 

Besides, for you it was just work.

Tonight, it was Santiago who had you in his lap. And fuck you looked so beautiful. The way you shook your ass to the beat of the music was mesmerizing. He groaned as he caressed your hips as you writhed in his lap. The beads on your tiny outfit caught the light spectacularly. And you were so warm against him that Santiago couldn’t help but harden under your thighs.

“Santi…” you murmured his name as you turned around to face him, your hands skimming over the stubble on his jaw.

“You look so pretty tonight, baby,” he smirked at you as you continued to dance in his lap. And the fact that this happened right in the middle of the club in sight of everyone only turned him on more. 

“So do you, baby,” you cooed. 

Santiago groaned as he bucked his hips up against your body, his hands squeezing your ass. He knew other people watched, and he was sure there were some that wanted the same thing as he was getting. You were aware too, and it wasn’t your first time being with Santi like this. Truth be told, you were just as turned on as he was because of it.

But it was just your job, you kept telling yourself. With anyone else, it was easy. Even Santiago’s friends, who you were fond of, were easy to push aside when their time was up. They were all kind and good men, but they were just clients to you. No, it was only Santiago that was different. You couldn’t let it show, though; it was your job. 

“What do you say about taking things a little further, baby?” Santiago purred in your ear as he nibbled on your skin. His hand fondled your ass before it moved around to the front of your thigh, his fingers just grazing the little piece of fabric that covered your pussy.

“Mmm, you thinking what I’m thinking?” you grinned as your lips hovered over his.

“How about we give these fuckers a real show, huh?” Santi’s tone dropped as his fingers slipped under the fabric and ghosted over your folds.

You gasped as your mouth dropped open as his thick finger played with your pussy. Santi always took such good care of you, and you did in return. His touch sent jolts of electricity up your spine as he pushed a finger inside you. The moan you let out was drowned out by the music around you, but Santi could still feel it against his skin.

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned as he felt your warmth around his finger. He exhaled deeply as he pushed another finger in you, making you mewl in his ear. Santi’s hardness got too much to ignore, and the way you rocked in his lap only added to his need. “I gotta fuck you now, baby.”

“Then fuck me, Santiago,” you murmured as you ran your hands down his chest, giving his pecs a squeeze before you unzipped his pants and freed his cock.

“Glady,” he pulled his fingers out of you and adjusted himself under you so that his cock lined up with your pussy, “And with all these people watching too,” he growled as he guided your hips down, impaling you with his length, “Fuck,” his eyes went from your open mouth to the many pairs of gawking eyes from around the club, “I bet they all wish they were here right now,” he murmured in your ear as he sat you in his lap.

“Let them watch,” you moaned as you rested your forehead against his, “I want them to watch how good you fuck me, baby.”

Santiago let out a low growl as he jerked his hips up into you, “Good,” he thrust again as he squeezed your hips hard, “Let them watch how good you take me,” he grunted as he thrust again and you moaned loudly, “Let them watch how fucking sexy you are riding my lap like this.”

“Fuck… Santi…” you cried out as you threw your head back and rocked your hips to match his pace. 

The two of you ground your hips together to the beat of the music in the middle of the club. All the peering eyes felt just additions to the lights as you lost yourselves in each other. Your pussy wrapped around his cock tightly, and he could tell from how wet you were that you were genuinely turned on. And so was he. The thrill of fucking you right int he middle of the club was unlike anything else, and Santi had done a lot with you.

“You feel so good, baby,” Santi murmured as his hands ran up your sides to grab your breasts, “So fucking good.”

“Santi…” you moaned, all the wit leaving your body with every thrust of his hips.

He watched in awe as your mouth hung open, letting out moans and screams that he couldn’t always hear. But he could feel it. And he could feel you. Every little movement in his lap went a wave of pleasure through his body. You were unlike anything Santiago Garcia had ever felt before, and he craved more. 

“Fuck…” he grunted as his hips stuttered from how good you felt around him, “Baby I need you to cum.”

“Then make me, Santi,” you moaned as you leaned forward and took his lips with yours.

Santi groaned in your mouth as he tasted you. His hand snaked in between your bodies to rub at your clit as his tongue tangled with yours. He swallowed the moan you let out as his hand on your clit synchronized with the thrusts of his hips. The chair he sat in rocked and skidded from the force of his movements. 

Breaking away, you moaned loudly, “Santi! Fuck!”

Chills ran through your whole body as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into you. Your climax hit without warning as you squeezed Santi’s cock while your body trembled in his arms. Screaming his name, you jerked your hips in his lap as tears filled your eyes from how good you felt.

“Shit, baby,” he growled as he felt you tense around him. Santi thrust his hips deeply into you a few more times before he also fell apart, spilling himself inside you as he groaned your name in your ear. Fire felt like it flowed through his veins, and he gladly embraced it as he rode out both your orgasms right in the middle of the club.

“Fuck,” you huffed as you collapsed forward, resting against Santi’s chest as you breathed heavily.

“I think that was the best fuck we ever had,” Santi laughed against you as he rubbed your back, “You alright?”

Lifting yourself up to meet his gaze, you smiled, “Best fuck we ever had,” you threw his words back at him with a grin, “But I agree,” your tone dropped as you leaned in and kissed him deeply. You would have liked to stay there all night, in Santi’s lap with his cock buried deep inside you and his arms securely around you, but the weight of many heavy gazes around you caught your attention, “I gotta get back to work, baby.”

*

“So when are you gonna man up and tell her?” Frankie’s voice broke Santiago out of his thoughts. 

He turned his eyes to his friend before looking away, “I don’t know what you mean,” Santi shrugged and tried to act nonchalant as he took a swig of his beer. 

“Fuck, man,” Frankie rolled his eyes, “You haven’t taken your eyes off her all night.”

Santiago met Frankie’s gaze in a challenge. But, when neither backed down, he let out a deep sigh, “Shit,” he ran his hands through his hair, “I can’t man. It’s…”

“Shit, Pope, do you love the girl or not?” Frankie snapped.

His abrupt snap came as a surprise, but Santi couldn’t deny it any longer, “Am I that fucking obvious?” he said with a weak laugh. 

“You are,” Frankie nudged him, “Even Benny can see the way you make heart eyes at her.”

“Shit,” Santi muttered under his breath. Hanging his head down, he sighed. Frankie was right of course. He should tell you. Even if it doesn’t change anything, and it wouldn’t unless you wanted it to, he should tell you.

Looking back up, Santi scanned the room for you, but he couldn’t find you. “Shit,” he spat as he darted away from Frankie and scoured the club for you. The last time he saw you, you were roaming around with a tray of shot in your hand, and he knew you couldn’t have passed them all out in the time he talked to Frankie. 

After not finding you, Santi decided to try out back. He wasn’t supposed to be back in the alley, only employees were supposed to be there. But he had to make sure you were safe. Bursting through the door, he heard yelling, and Santi moved before his mind caught up with him.

“Get the fuck off her!” Santi found the source of the shouts, and ripped the guy off of you. He had you pinned against the alley wall, ready to hurt you, but Santi wouldn’t let that happen. Kicking the man and shoving him against the opposite wall, Santi spat insults and curses at him.

“Santi…” you breathed in relief. You stayed against the wall as Santi pulled him back up and shouted in his face.

“If I ever find you in the club or anywhere near her again, I will kill you. Understand?” he never sounded more angry in his life.

The man instantly changed from a mean, tough guy into a crying baby, and he nodded before he hobbled off into the night. Santiago watched as he disappeared into the shadows, making sure he was gone before he turned back to you. “Baby?” he cupped your face, “You ok?”

You gasped as your mind caught up to you, “Y-yeah…” you looked Santi in the eyes as you repeated yourself in a more confident tone, “Yeah, I’m fine,” you let out a shaky breath, “Thank you, Santi.”

Santi’s face softened as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, “You don’t have to thank me,” he held you tightly, “I’ll do anything to keep you safe,” he murmured against you.

“Santi?” you pulled away just enough to look into his eyes again.

He exhaled deeply, “I…” he cleared his throat, “I’ll always protect you, baby. I love you,” he paused as your mouth dropped open, “It doesn’t matter to me that you do this, I don’t care. And if you don’t feel the same, we can pretend this never happened. Or you can tell me to fuck off…”

Santiago was interrupted when you slammed your lips against his, kissing him deeply. A muffled surprised gasp came from his lips before he leaned into your kiss, holding you even tighter.

“I love you too, Santi,” you whispered against his lips, “I have for a long time now…”

Santi smirked against you, “Aren’t we a pair?”

You laughed back, “Apparently.”

He kissed you again, slowly yet deeply. He took his time with you, feeling every inch of you he could. When he broke away, Santi murmured, “How about you take the rest of the night off? We can make up for lost time.”

“Santi,” you couldn’t help but laugh, “We’ve been fucking this whole time!”

“Yes,” he cupped your chin, “But we haven’t made love,” Santi’s tone dropped as his gaze bore into you.

You gasped as you felt a jolt of arousal between your legs, “Well, what are we waiting for?” 

*

“Oh fuck!Santi!”

Santiago’s curls filled the space between your parted legs as his hands kept them open. He wouldn’t dream of bringing his head up to look at how beautiful you were though. You tasted too good to break away. Instead, he groaned into you as he tongue ran up and down your folds.

You screamed as you arched your back as Santi ravaged you. One hand stayed buried in his hair, tugging at his thick locks while the other clutched at his sheets. You threw your head back to cry out more as his tongue hit your clit.

“Oh fuck!” you moaned as his lips wrapped around your clit and he sucked hard, “Santi!”

He wanted to encourage your screams. He wanted to tell you to say his name over and over again. He wanted to tell you how good you tasted and how fucking pretty you were. But Santi couldn’t break away, even for a breath. He was too hooked, too addicted to you.

Santi kneaded your thighs as he devoured your pussy. You had cum twice already and it still wasn’t enough. No, Santiago Garcia wasn’t going to stop until you begged him to. He was determined to make you cum over and over and over again until you couldn’t move your body. And then he would hold you close and watch over you as you slept safely in his arms.

“Santi… I’m…” you cried out as you felt another climax quickly build.

He slurped at you loudly and obscenely as he ran his tongue up and down your pussy, flicking hard at every spot that made you mewl. He groaned into you and dug his fingers into your skin as he picked up and pace, ready for you to splash him again with your release. And he didn't have to wait long to get what he wanted.

With another loud scream of his name, you came hard. Your legs shook on either side of his head as your body felt like it was about to float away if it weren’t for his strong grip. Tears fell from your eyes as you never felt this good. Your body shook as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you.

You gasped as you flopped down limp on his bed, “Santi…” you breathed, “Fuck!”

Finally, he broke away from you, grinning at you as his entire face glistened with your juices, “Fuck me,” he huffed, “You are so fucking pretty.”

You  opened your eyes and your heart fluttered in your chest from the way he looked at you, “I love you Santi,” you whispered, “This is something new for us,” you added with a laugh.

“I never want to stop,” Santi groaned as he licked his lips, “Ready for another round baby?”

“Already?!” your eyes shot wide.

Santi kissed the inside of your thigh, “I told you we have a lot of time to make up for...” 

[absolutebl]

Be My Favorite - Flaming Hot Trash Watch Action

Ready for this?

Adapted from the y-novel You Are My Favorite by JittiRain this is one of those “rewrite the past to change the future.” Starring Krist (SOTUS) + Fluke Gawin (DBK, Not Me). I expect this to be low heat, full of LIES and manipulation.

12 eps of approx 45 min fresh content each, and I guess I am drinking on frigay for the next 3 damn months 

Main tropes: time travel/slip/loop, paranormal, university setting, soft romance, low heat, sunshine/tsundere with GMMTV’s heavy hand on classic Thai BL tropes, product placement, and high production values.

Trailer | MDL

I’m getting some shizz outta my system before I start putting the alcohol into it...

Story issues 

Let’s get this on the table. I have a mixed relationship with Jittirain’s stuff because unlike Mame who is trash to her characters with plot, Jittirain is trash to plot with characters. All characters (what limited characterization there is) will be obedient to the plot and act against personality the moment it is necessary for whatever insanity is required for audience manipulation. We The Watchers WILL feel jerked around by these jerks (but as this is GMMTV there will be no actual jerking). We WILL be lied to, and the characters will lie to each other FOR NO GOOD REASON. 

In addition to Be My Favorite JittiRain is behind: Vice Versa, 2gether, Fish Upon the Sky, and Theory of Love. Mmm humm. Yeah. Drinks are defiantly required. 

Actor issues: 

Krist: Who knew Krist would do a BL again? Like seriously? His career has been riddled with controversy and his skills as an actor widely challenged. Regarding the first, this is not that blog, take that discourse/cancel culture elsewhere. For the second? I will judged his acting based on the usual criteria: this BL, this role, this pairing, this script, and the fact that this is Thai style acting. Okay?

Gawin/Fluke: I will likely slip and call him Gawin because that’s what he used when he first crossed my radar. I have said this before but he looks like an ex of mine. So my baggage with him is all personal. Said ex and I are amicable, but it wigs me out sometimes. They even have a similar voice. I will try to get over this. 

Also the both SCREAM straight. I mean I don’t wanna judge insult or anything but these boys got breeder smeared all over them. 

Okay, so what are we doing here?

Well, as previously established: DRINKING.

AND

A new trash watch! 

Although there is always the (however faint) possibility it will become a praise watch. Sometimes that happens. But this is Jittirain so... I doubt it. 

Ready?

Here we go! 

Episode 1: Sake & Fear 

I have heartburn already. Or maybe that’s the extra chili I put on my noodles + booze + EXISTENTIAL DREAD. 

Kawi = loser, poor, stupid, shy, and friendless (AKA Japan’s ordinary bottom uke archetype) - he’s a downer, this is an issue with this kind of character, not likable. 

Pearmai = the sunshine faen fatale Kawi has a crush on 

Piseang = the tall handsome cute popular perfect seme, plays basketball perfectly (waves at Love O2O), is also a DJ (nash)

Most of this ep was spent establishing this dynamic and some kind of secret santa for college kids, a magic time travel snow globe, and the fact that the wrong couple got together. 

Why is there a dandelion in the snow globe? 

Is it a wishes thing? Do they have that superstition in Thailand?

A 12 year time jump is v Japanese. Which life-point is closer to Krist’s actual age? Ooo, half a bottle of sake and I’m salty af. 

Apparently Kawi still has same problems and the same haircut as he did as a fresher.

Could we please talk about this? It’s in ALL BL. Why does NO ONE change their hair as they age? My hair changes by the week. 

Meanwhile our ordinary bottom has turned into a wild imbecilic tsundere and our seme clearly likes that and I am too drunk for this. So is Kawi. 

You know what, it’s not as terrible as I thought it would be. I don’t like it but I can see the characters becoming appealing. Maybe? Hopefully? Why do I do this to myself?

I’m not a monster, I will give it a chance. 

At least no one has yet picked up a guitar.

See you next week, same Jittirain time, same Jittiran place, new bottle of sake.  

Episode 2: Nigori & Serenity 

The sake I’m drinking tonight is described on the bottle “silky & mild” which is also a legit review of Gawin’s acting. 

WAIT A MINUTE.

What is going on? 

What am I feeling? 

They’re lying on the grass talking to each other in a meaningful way. It’s cute. I am enjoying it. How appropriately collegiate. 

Is this... enjoyment?

Am I enjoying this show?

OMG I AM. 

help 

I ate booze-filled chocolates AS WELL AS SAKE. 

Maybe it’s the double dose? 

Am I becoming silky & mild?

I got a slow down. I can’t do this every week for 12 weeks in a row. I’m not in uni anymore. I might end up being a nice person if I continue down this road. Can’t have that.  

Honestly, I do like the fantasy of getting to re-live your college years as a cooler version of yourself. 

Although, frankly, I did fine with mine. 

(Oh thank fuck, asshole me is back.) 

I don’t know where Max came from but he is officially the most interesting character in this show. 

Also... does he look a bit like a bad boy bunny to anyone else? 

It isn’t actually like it, but I am getting a distinct 2gether vibes from this show. It makes it feel kinda dated for BL. What a fucking crazy thing to say. Ignore me, I’m drunk. 

OOOOO.... Nong teasing. Very nice.  

The over dramatic drunken kiss made me giggle. First time Krist has been properly kissed in a BL.

Sigh. 

What do I do? 

I’m enjoying it! 

Damn it. 

Episode 3: Tipsy Waffling 

I was out at the club, came home faintly tipsy. Frankly I feel a little unwell, so I’m not gonna drink anymore. So this is an unprecedented semi-sober trash watch. I’m not sure if I’m ready but so far this show been beating expectations, and I don’t expect a derailment until next ep so I’m feel okay about my life choices. 

Okay Gawin is good. I’ll give you that . His little moment if realization (and giving up). The “oh shit” look. 

Wait.

That’s Title! 

When did he leave Wabi Sabi and join GMMTV’s stable? 

Look I kinda enjoyed this bit, because it was a joke.

BUT I AM NOT HAPPY WITH THE ENDING.

Is this the beginning of the JittiRain of Doom? Or it this just good angsty story telling?

No way to know until next week.

(JittiRain of Doom - see what I did there? Aren’t I a clever little lush dragon?) 

I should go to bed now. 

I think we can safely say clouds are on the horizon and whether this is good storytelling or bad, only episode 4 will tell. 

Episode 4: It’s Happened! The Suck! 

not in a good way @heretherebedork​ said ep 4, can they call it or WHAT?! 

I’m officially calling Kwai’s pink haired Maximum hotness bestie “my café fae” and YOU can’t stop me. I love him. Or I want to be him? Or I AM him?

Difficult to know.

Checks own hair.

Not pick at at the moment. Mostly blue actually.

(I weirdly adore that blue open weave draw-string vest thing he’s rocking. Checks own closet. Wonders idly about turning a mesh laundry bag into a shirt.) 

Anygay... Café fae and I are running away together and not putting up with any of this Jittirain nonsense.

Right? 

Because this beach frolic...?  

Too cringe. Too awkward. I really don’t like all of embarrassment factor for everyone, not to mention humiliation and hazing and older kids picking on younger kids.

I’ve been done with this plot divice since SOTUS. And I’ll take it in small doses from Korea but no more Thailand. Stop it. And...

is that...

A GUITAR 

!!!

NO SINGING.

Oh, I hate this show.

Everyone listening in on the phone while he’s humiliating himself with a girl? This is fully terrible. 

I’m so uncomfortable with this whole episode. 

And yet. Secure. Because finally we are in the territory I was expecting. But ALSO I can’t bear it. 

Please make it stop.

At least Piseng is a decent human being.

And Pair. 

Screw all y’all. I’m eloping with Pair.

Wait.

What about my cafe fae? Hummmm. 

Ah! Got it. Thrupple! 

I’m not gonna lie. That was rough going. 

And I am not OK.

Although I’m digging this thrupple scheme of mine. 

Episode 5: I Am V Drunk

For those of you following the soga of ABL is a lush... 

I got my cocktail! 

Then got distracted by meeting colleagues at the bar. 

Then went for dinner and wine.

Then got another cocktail and finally made it back to the room. 

So by the time I started watching this week’s installment I was... quite drunk. 

Take this recap with a grain of salt margarita salt rim... no... not that kind of rimming, that’s just in KP, sadly... wait... what am I doing? I got distracted. This is GMMTV. Def no rimming. 

So! 

Kawi deserves his new asshole friends (stop it ABL no rimming). 

I just don’t like him. He’s too straight and whiney and homophobic. 

Could we have a romance between Pisang and Max? 

Asking for a friend me. 

Bet there would be rimming. They both seem very game. Just saying.

Different show ABL. Different show. 

Where was I? Apparently I went to the land of Bed Friends for a moment there. 

Why does anyone like Kawi? 

Max deserves better.  

Pear deserves better. 

Pisang deserves better. 

OMG!!! His utter wistful yearning over the happy gay bar. Poor baby. 

Awe don’t run away from Max. We love Max. Max is the best. You NEED a Max in your life. We all do! 

Someone described Max as “tired gay,” and I feel this keenly. 

NO SINGING. 

I DON’T LIKE WHERE THIS THREAD IS GOING. 

NO NO NO NO NO 

SKIP! Skipskipskip. 

Next week look like a classic ep 6 kiss then angst. Whatever. 

It was fine. 

This was a fine installment. 

I’m very drunk. 

Hotel all spinny. 

Hi, bed! Make me a sammitch. 

Episode 6: I Am Less Drunk Than I Should Be

I just wish this were Pisaeng’s story instead of Kawi’s. It would be a lot better. In fact, it is a lot better. Any time we get PS alone or with any other character it’s a better narrative. Any time with him and Max talking it’s the best of everything, That’s all I want on my screen.

In fact, Max is all I want. 

I love his “care bear kpop” clothes. 

This is definitely one of those shows where I don’t understand why anyone likes the central character - his friends, his love interests, his father, his audience, tumblr. 

No one should like him. He started out a loser and he’s only getting worse, and nasty to boot. 

Yes, it’s good we see him apologize, but there’s no logic behind the choices that led him to needing to make the apology in the first place! 

(No one does, honey.) 

We are heading into classic Jitiirain where are the characters are going to betray us and themselves in order to serve the narrative. 

And I’m not drunk enough for this. 

Honestly? I think Krist what is miss-cast as well. 

I’m not in the anti-Krist faction but just imagine... what if Kawi had been played by Khaotung? He has a much softer more dynamic screen presence. I think he could’ve carried even Jittirain’s patented nonsense. KT is... in fact... CUTE. 

Gawin is not an issue. (Which surprises me, since I came into this with a bias against him.) 

Because we can see PS thinks that K is cute even before the script felt the need to tell us this. 

Even when he’s being an arsehole, PS’s eyes are all soft for him. I guess some guys just are attracted to arseholes. 

Heh. 

See what I did there?

Meanwhile I hate PS’s mother! 

She = evil. 

I RECOGNIZE that balcony!

PS’s house/apartment thingy is the same as MaxNat celebrity pad in Y-Destiny. Another one for the location trackers.

That’s it, that’s all I got. 

Only one gay pun for you this evening. 

I have one job to do and I’m blowing it.

snerk

Nighty night. Don’t let the mosquitos bite leave hickeys. 

Episode 7: NO SINGING

I guess Kawi is one of those “straights” who just gets gayer the drunker he is. I know the type. 

Boozing the Kinsey Scale. 

Beer goggle queers. 

Cockeyed. 

Three sheets to the flame. 

Dick wasted. 

What else do we call them?

Oh yeah... cock tease. 

Episode 8: STOP SINGING 

Pisaeng for these last two episodes...

(singing cat never gets old, bite me) 

Good for you Pisaeng for standing up for yourself. Stop letting the straight boy jerk you around. 

(I see you in your matched couple shirts.) 

Omg I HATE Kawi just WHY IS ANYONE FRIENDS WIH HIM? 

Stop. Just this show would be so much better if he weren’t in it. 

I’m glad he lost Pisaeng and I enjoyed watching him cry. 

Even if he still made everything about himself. 

We return yet again to the fact that I love Max. Max and I are running away together. 

Pisaeng is just never Kawi’s priority, whereas the opposite is always the case. Talk about one sided love friendship relationship everything.  

Kawi the coward. 

To little too late. 

I do keep thinking about Big Eden with this series, Kawi just seems so straight no matter what he says or does or kisses.  

Poor Pisaeng he gets what he wants but it’s all out of pity, fear, and desperation. 

And all he wants is a chance to flirt? 

Is he an actual saint?

Fuck this damn show. 

(source)

As always with these trash watches, I update the original post until Tumblr has a brain fry and won’t let me anymore. Then it becomes an updated repost. Life in the dumpster fire is never dull. 

[mirlvshft]

introduction to my waiting room! — PART I .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚

this is part I of my very in depth showcase of my wr which is a luxurious penthouse in ny. i believe you can get a feel of the overall aesthetic so try to keep that in mind as you take in the visuals as they all do not reflect the same style.

this wr is like any wr, to relax in and whatnot. however i am catering mine towards my drself (criminal minds) which is reflected in part II.

if anyone has questions or further ideas please let me know! now…

「 ✦ welcome to mir’s

waiting room ✦ 」

| part II

weather

i have the ability to keep and or change the time of day and weather. although, a very soothing dim rainy weather would be constant more often than not. the temperature inside will always be kept nice and cold.

companion

the most recent addition to my wr: connor, an android from the game detroit become human. he’s company and sort of a helper. connor can help with absolutely anything— he has tons of capabilities in addition to what i personally added to him. he can do a number of things such as help in redesigning the penthouse, give advice, help with scripting, etc,. although i will say his purpose isn’t to solely act as a strict servant or android per se. mmm, almost like a roommate? like how androids become “alive” in the game. hope that makes enough sense. side note: i did not finish the game, i just can’t

bedroom

my bed is huge and so incredibly comfortable, it’s serene really. this also moves over to temperature, it never gets uncomfortably hot— the apartment as a whole is at a very crisp cold temperature. i have fluffy pillows that never go flat and support me amazingly. the bed also has the softest, fluffiest, plush blankets— my bed is literal heaven. the sides of my bed have these nightstands as you can see, consisting of all my little necessities; phone, headphones, etc,. everything will always be well kept and never change in condition; always pristine. if i ever want a drink or food, whatever i may want, it’ll appear on the nightstand. as for the rest of the room, it’s all pretty basic furniture.

closet

it’s huge, i mean huge. it literally has an upstairs but i couldn’t find a picture good enough but trust, it looks great. it has everything i have in my pinterest, all of my wardrobes. it’s organized by the type of clothing and color. another feature is any desired clothing i find while on my phone or any other way, will just show up there neatly organized for me. i can also do automatic alterations to pieces that don’t fit me like how i want them to, useful huh?

kitchen

my kitchen is pretty big and has literally everything i could ever want from food to all the necessary dishes; pots and pans, glasses, etc., i can think of a snack or food i want and it’ll just appear there but sometimes i want to cook, you know? don’t know if that’s an unpopular opinion or whatever but i definitely want to cook myself sometimes. i want to have the option to mess around and actually make food, bake and all that— i think it can be quite helpful and i find it therapeutic. although the mess that occurs always cleans itself up or connor can help me (bc fuck all that). everything will always keep clean; no dust, no mess, no mopping or anything and will always smell good with whatever scent i want lingering!!

bathroom

these pictures are good examples but don’t do it justice, it’s bigger and has a few more elaborate details. the hot water will never run out, any wash for body or hair, bathbombs, essential oils, etc etc,. all that would be ready in the cupboards or wherever i want it. this also goes for cosmetics and whatnot. the whole space is such a vibe.

i finallyyy made this post, its been sitting in my drafts since i damn near made this blog. i’m trying to open up more and not be so shy on my blog about my dr’s ( ˶°ㅁ°) !! but at the same time i could go on and on forever about them — finally putting this together was very fun and motivating!!

as lengthy as this guide is, i didn’t go in complete detail about every. single. thing. but just enough to explain the main features and rooms and to also give some scripting ideas to you guys too— i could go on forever but i will spare you all. if anyone has questions or further ideas to give me about my wr please let me know! (｡> ᴗ ☆｡) ‧₊˚

[peripypo]

The Tri[MMM]ings: Delicious in Dungeon Missed Manga Moments (Episode 1)

This is the first of a series of posts where I chronicle the small tidbits/character interactions that were cut during the transition from manga to anime, for the series Delicious in Dungeon/Dungeon Meshi by Ryoko Kui! All screenshots from the manga will be taken from Mangadex/#EverydayHeroes Scans, so please check them out! Also, a shoutout to @dungeon-meshi-leftovers, a blog that's doing a very similar thing but more focused on archiving every single little thing cut, with detailed image descriptions for those needing them!

Now, lets get into it!

I was happily surprised with how little content the first episode trimmed out! The first cuts come in the opening fight scene with the red dragon. When Laios mentions how his party got lost and almost fell into traps, there's actually a handful of drawings that show them getting into the hijinks! It's understandable that they cut this out, but I'd love to see more of Laios's old party before they had been separated.

Speaking of them being separated... the next thing cut was the two party members talking to Chilchuck and giving him the notes themselves. I wish this was put into the anime. I'm keeping their names unrevealed, as they haven't been said in the anime yet, but this cut makes them feel less personable and more like side characters, sadly.

The next cut does not happen until Laios and friends begin to enter the dungeon. This little doodle of Marcille reading the paper is missing in the anime, which is a shame. Again, it just gives a bit more personality into the characters. Understandable, but still sad!

These next three moments that were trimmed fall into the same boat that I feel like I'm going to have to call out a lot; both Laios and Senshi have a tendency to go into great amounts of detail when talking about monsters/food in general, and a lot of it gets understandably cut out. However, it's a shame, because not only is it a great piece of world building, but it also really shows how passionate and knowledgeable each of them are about their hobbies.

This next part is what I believe to be the BIGGEST CRIME that the anime has committed. Yes, the food is animated and colored beautifully, but both the ingredients list and the nutrition chart are nowhere to be seen in the anime!! I absolutely love these little details Ryoko put in about the food, and it's so sad to see them not in the show. A shame!

There's also going to be a lot of cut out ingredient spotlights. For example, there's a little drawing of where each separate fruit came from and their names in the manga. Definitely hard to translate to a video format.

Finally, there's a little gag that's cut out of Chilchuck hitting his head on a branch. Completely understandable why they cut it out, again, but still sad to see it go.

And that's all for episode 1!! Thank you so much for reading! Feedback in the replies or in my dms would be appreciated; let me know what you guys liked and what I should include in the next ones! And also, please reblog with any other moments from the first two chapters that you think deserve some spotlight or anything else that you think I should've added!

[lightlycareless]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLu3Bq6F/

I saw this and it made me think of Naoya trying to record something cute for Y/N while she’s out but this happens instead. I wonder which kid this would be since I don’t see Naomi doing this (It feels Naohime coded lol)

Hello!!!

What is up with these videos; seriously, is it just me or are they not appearing anymore? ANYWAYS the tiktok went on something like this: a dad lays down next to their child, trying to record them playing or so, the kid is not having it and smacks them on the face with their toy. hahahaha Poor guy.

But definitely Naohime coded. Naomi is such a sweetheart (when she doesn’t require attention, of course. Because if not… well, we all know what happens.) if anything she loves video calls with her parents, recording videos and such ☺️

warnings: none. just fluff. your youngest daughter is kind of a brat tho hahaha. also idk if it's necessary but naoya is like a happy and loving man/husband/father so YEAH I've redeemed him in my blog :)) just in case there's new readers around.

Happy reading!

But Naohime… oof, Naohime doesn’t like it when she’s interrupted, or doing anything that she doesn’t feel like. If she’s playing that’s the only thing she wants to do; if she’s watching cartoons, don’t even look at her, she doesn’t exist until the episode is over!

This was a well-known fact by everyone around, and yet… Naoya hoped that maybe this one time she wouldn’t react that way. Maybe she’ll go along with recording a small video for you when away, or even join a video call, just like his other children happily did so.

And yet… he’d be proved wrong the moment Naoya decides to lay down next to his youngest who was diligently playing with one of her newest toys, discreetly adding her into frame when video calling you. It was simply a matter of asking when she’d become aware of this happening, and how she’d react.

“—how is everything over there? Are my adorable babies and my handsome husband behaving well?”

“Were you expecting differently?” He teases with a smirk.

“No, of course not.” You giggle. “Mmm, well, maybe a bit from you.”

“Really? What for?” Naoya asks back, and when you give him silence, he just laughs. Oh, why must you tease him when he can’t do anything about it? If you weren’t so far away, that’d be another story. But until then… “My love, can you see who I’m with right now?”

“Oh, who is it—” you excitedly breathe, eager to see one of your kids after… well, 24 hours. You and Naoya call each other every single day, some of your children find it reasonably annoying.

Either way, it makes you grin as if it had been weeks since you last saw her—your cute Naohime nonchalantly playing, dressed up in that adorable light blue onesie one of your staff members got her a few days ago, which you’ve wanted to see on her for the longest! “Oh, Naohime! My sweet adorable little muffin, what are you doing cutie? Are you having fun with papa?”

She doesn’t respond nor look up to the phone, simply focused on the task at hand. She’s determined, all right... kind of reminds you of Naomi when she was younger.

Though slightly different in certain aspects as you soon remembered upon seeing Naoya beginning to “disturb” her.

“Wait, Naoya—”

“Come on, angel, say hi to mama.” Naoya lightly nudges her. “Don’t you miss her? She certainly misses you!”

“Naoya… she’s going to get angry…” you caution at the frown in her face already forming.

“It’s just a small hi, my love, it won’t be that bad—”

But to Naohime, it was; the gravest transgression yet! For the moment she catches wind of his intentions, she does not waste time to let him know of her disapproval, raising her hand, alongside her toy, to strike a loud smack! On his face, one that has him recoiling, hissing and whining at the burning, pulsating pain he didn’t think his daughter was capable of!

Well, at least she has a strong grip! He just hoped he hadn’t found out this way.

“Oh my god, Naoya, are you ok?!” You gasp, naturally concerned by your husband… as well as slightly amused by your daughter’s antics! You were out there dying trying your best to not laugh in front of him, but it was just so funny how quick she was to put him in his place! Thankfully, he didn’t seem too upset about the matter.

“Ye—yeah; I just—I was just caught off guard, that’s all.” Naoya says, rubbing his face just where he was hit. “I didn’t think our baby had that in her.”

“All of them have been like that, haven’t they? Strong I mean.”

“Yes, they have. Though Naohime has quite the punch…”

“Well, it’s not like our other babies went on smacking people when they weren’t happy.” You chuckled, Naoya joining you soon after. “We gotta do something about that though, can’t have her hitting her papa all the time… she’s going to ruin his handsome face!”

“Oh, and you would hate that, wouldn’t you?”

“Obviously, nothing but a nightmare!” You jest.

“I can’t wait to have you back.” Naoya murmurs. “When are you returning? I greatly miss you.”

“In a week or so.” You respond. “Will you still be able to pick me up from the airport?”

“I’ll go for you if you need me to.” At the thought of your husband and your babies flying over to Tokyo just to see you, like straight out of a movie, makes your heart swoon!

But as tempting as it was, it was better for them to wait for you at home. You have a small surprise for them, after all!

“It won’t be necessary—just you being there with our kids is enough for me.”

“You have something planned for us, don’t you?” you blush, startled by his quick wits.

“Don’t say anything! I want it to be a complete surprise!!”

“Alright, alright—I won’t check the bank statements either.”

“Haha… how funny…” you frown—it was only one time! “Well, I gotta go now, I just wanted to check in on you guys before it got too late.”

“Wait, do you want to see the rest before leaving?”

“Oh, yes please! If it’s possible!”

But the moment Naoya was to stand up from the bed, Naohime quickly grabs onto his sleeve, as if demanding he stay, or at least take her—a reaction that makes the two laugh at its irony: she might not like the attention, but that doesn’t mean she wants to be left alone!

“What is it, muffin? You want to go with me?” Naoya asked, and Naohime nodded. Ah, so she was ignoring the two… well, nothing they didn’t know already. “Alright, off we go to see your siblings.”

Naoya then swiftly picks her up, carefully holding her head against his chest as he made way towards the area he believed the rest of his kids to be—a loving sight that made you smile (would’ve thought that just moments ago Naohime had smacked him across the face?) as well as far more eager to return home, wanting to hug them tightly, never letting go, as you pepper their face with kisses, kisses, and more kisses!

Though cautiously with Naohime, for you wouldn’t want to meet a similar fate as Naoya—

But would you be able to control yourself? Probably not, there is no way you could with your adorable daughter. And that is a sacrifice you were willing to make.

The surprise is either you're pregnant again (unlikely, you got too many goddamn kids!!! Naoya needs to pull out) or you've got tickets to disneyland (courtesy of your dad) also, the bank statement thing is something I plan to write on about later on hahaha It's just something silly I think would happen between you and Naoya.

I hope you liked this little thing I wrote uwu I love the attention Naohime has been getting as of lately, we love our little gremlin 💖 jakhgjakshgjkashgjka I still can't believe she came from a dream haha.

Anyways, once again, thank you so much for sending in this ask!! Now, take care, and hope to see you soon 💖

[kinzuti]

Shout out to all these authors & fanfics

Murder Drones ver.

I swear I feel like fanfics are part of my daily life now. I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing. Hey, least I get my daily reading in I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ but you’re not here to ponder read about that. You’re here to see some shout outs.

P.S I’m not very descriptive so apologies for that. I just wanted to shout out some of these fanfics and authors because I visit their fanfics about almost every single day so I just thought “oh why the hell not. I’m just going to blog about it.”

Authors & Works

Lady Daybreaker

Oh my god I love their work series Ad Astra Per Aspera it’s just so good. And I’m going to be honest, this series is the reason why I love Nori now so much now it’s not funny. The series just adds more to the story for Murder Drones and again, I love it so much that I join their server. Never interact on their though because I am a bit of a coward I guess. If you want to see more to the story I’d suggest checking their MD fanfics.

Solgalleta

At first, I wasn’t very interested in most of their fanfics (mostly because crossover stuff) till I just told myself to give them a shot because why not. Their description for their stories were so interesting and intriguing that I just had to. And now, they’re the reason why I am interested in Monster Hunters now and I may try to get one of the games or such. So far I’ve read Beauty And The Monster, In The Ring series, Muted Manor, Little Purple Riding Hood And The Big Bad Stygian Zinogre, Sugar Spun Straight From Hell, To Guard A Goddess, Kaiju Girl Uzi, & Distorted Deals.

I do want to try to read more of their past works which I am going to try to do soon. These works were all just so good, if you’re interested in crossovers like Pokémon or Monster Hunter, or just interesting concepts outside of the Murder Drones universe. Then check their stories out!

InspiredDragonWriter

The first work I’ve ever read from them was I believe Sure!You Can Date Our Mama! Which augh/pos it’s really good so far and I adore the lil cuties in the fanfic already. I’m more of an Nuzi fan myself but I also adore InspiredDragonWriters ver. of Sam that I ship SmokeyBats (Sam/Uzi) now. I know what it’s like to love a random character so much in the background of the show/game/etc that I start to make up what their personality and interests are. I won’t say who that random character is but I will say their not from Murder Drones ha.

I’ve also read One Night, A Promise And A Whoopsie-Daisy which there is only one chapter as of now but I love it so much that I had to mention it. I’d suggest checking these works out when you can and want too ofc.

GameCube19

GameCube, oh my god. What have you gotten yourself into/pos. So far the only works they’ve posted are Broken Balance and Broken Balance Specials which go together. And my god, I did expect this work to go up to 111 chapters. 111. I started reading when it was only 11 chapters in. I am predicting at this point that this work will reach up to 1M words tbh, right now it’s word count is at 724,206. Anyways that’s not the point. What I want to say about this work is that I love it. I love the story, how long it is, the concepts, just wow. I mean, this can basically be its own story at this point. Loved it so much that I joined their server. If you’re interested in a Fantasy AU of Murder Drones I’d suggest reading it.

Astrachigo

First thing I’ve read from them is The Royals Blood which is so good I love it. It’s a vampire/royalty AU which is mmm, so good. Then To Be Heard came out which I am obsessing over because I have this knack for mute AU’s which I don’t know why but I just do. I also love the fact that Uzi and N in this work love and make music. Music is just part of my daily life I cannot go through a day without listening to a song or 10. I’ve also read “I Am Always There For You.” Which is also good. If you’re interested in these, please go check them out!

Daarkxwolf17

I’ve only read one work from them and I LOVE it and it’s concept. It’s so unique and sooo good. It’s called The Angel My Mother Sent Me. And I’ve been listening to the playlist they’ve made based off the story and now I have a few new favourite songs and a new playlist saved in my Spotify. Their art of the fic too is just muah so good. If you’re interested in guardian angels or just that type of concept I guarantee you will love this fic.

CoffeeTheDragon

Now remember when I said that I- *Searches through my tabs* okay why is it not here?! GOD DAMNI- *Spends 5 minutes looking for it again and saving it to my tab group* Ahem, now, remember when I said I had a knack for mute AU’s (Muted Minor and To Be Heard) well here’s another one. Blinding Steps Of Places Long Forgotten (FireBitten) I absolutely obsessed over this fic when I first found out about it. It’s interesting title, another mute AU, and Uzi having cute fluffy bat ears. Yep, she has bat ears and I love it. Read it if you please.

Spero11

There is one work of Murder Drones they made and it is called By Chance and I only started reading it like 2 weeks ago. Oh my god. I love it so much, it’s great, it’s adorable, and I just want them (N and Uzi) to be happy pls. I’m a bit mad at myself for not taking the chance sooner to read it. It’s so good, go check it out if you love Streamer AU’s.

HeyTiny

They’ve only posted one work of Murder Drones called Bus Stop but it’s so good. It’s been so adorable so far and it’s a songfic which I believe means it’s inspired by a song. I’m going to try to listen to it eventually. Go check it out if you can.

Electrozeitsyking/SkipBack

I love this persons Ghost Drone AU please go check that AU out but they also have some other great AU’s in other fandoms which I have seen briefly. Love their art too. They also have this fic related to the Ghost Drone AU which is called Ghost Drone so if you’ve seen their artwork on their ghost AU and love it please go check out the fanfic they’ve made! If you want to ofc.

WolfHeart87

Okay so if you know and follow kklog then you may remember this post based off thecosmiccrows headcanon. And if you loved that post and loved the concept of DD’s acting like birds then you may love Courtship Rituals of a Disassembly Drone written by the author mentioned above. It’s so adorable and as soon as I saw a fic inspired by that post I had a huge rush of serotonin and immediately read the fic. Go read it if you loved the post kklog made.

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That’s basically it as for now. I swear there are more fics I want to mention so I may just edit more in later. It’s like midnight for me right now when I finish this so tbh. I may just wake, realise I posted this, and ponder wether or not to delete it haha. I may not though because I don’t want all this work to go to waste plus I do want to mention these works and share them because I just absolutely love them, I know I said that multiple times but I really do.

I look back to see if they update and it makes my day just to reread them or just read the new chapters when they come out. I really do feel like fan fiction has taken over my life lol. But eh, I don’t think that’s to much of a bad thing :)

If I made some mistakes just let me know and I’ll edit it.

[whosthere54]

Prison duo playlist analysis Day 2 - Against the kitchen floor by Will Wood

Oooh this song. It’s coded for reasons- and I’m going to get into them. I’m doing a sort of a line by line because I’m a loser about this song and PrisonDuo.

I’d say this is just an Icarus perspective of their relationship.

(Also- Most of the songs on this playlist are /r coded including this one- if you’re not here for the /r prison duo agenda (which idk how you could exist at this point but honestly I’ve been in enough fandoms to know better-) you probably won’t like this playlist nor my blog/lh 🥰)

Back to the song-

The line that made me really go yeah- that’s very coded- is the “I swear, I’m so fucking sorry. I’m not a good person, I’m barely a person at all- but someday all be perfect, and I’ll make up for it all” version of the chorus. I just- mm. It’s so Icarus coded in my opinion.

“I don’t owe you my heart, and I don’t owe you my body. But you should know that I’m sorry, for being careless with you. Lord knows I owe you more than I’m pretty sure I could give anybody”

Y’know- the first thing I think of is the amount of times they apologized for the prison, and then Centross continuously forgiving and reassuring them about it. Reassuring them that they don’t owe him an apology- that they don’t owe him anything really. If I’m making it solely focused on their relationship I feel as though that carried over as not just specifically about the prison.

“So, I could hold your hand but keep you at arms length. Or hang me from a branch too high to climb and shake. Less rare than scare, less diamond than rough, unlikely to be more than just a coal you fail to crush”

Mmm. Two things- the idea of isolation and how that would relate to them being in a relationship, and moreso the idea of this is what I am- and I’m trying to be more but it’s not working and this is all I can be- can you love me anyway? That the whole song has throughout. Which- it’s very Icarus coded in my opinion. Their whole arc being of “I’m trying to be better but I can’t and if you can’t love me like that then I don’t need to be around you and I don’t need to keep trying to get you to do so” and the “Fable loves me like this so why try to be anything else if one person I care about actually shows they love me in the way that I need to be shown love”

I could talk about this in particular- a lot- but I’m leaving it at that.

“Get together Will, know and do better. It just doesn’t come natural to me to think that you’d want me for me.”

Putting on a show, wearing a mask- making up a personality or alternatively- doing something for someone to make someone like you. Oh Icarus Morningstar and your potions- you little alchemist loser.

“I swear I’m really trying. Oh I’m sorry, I promise I’m doing my best. I just haven’t learned how to be human as you are yet.”

That’s a line for sure. I just haven’t learned how to be human as you are yet is such a banger lyric man.

I think of how Centross was on a road to healing- he had his partners, and was building and was doing breakfast and ahhhh. I cry about that but also Icarus was decidedly not- Icarus was still dealing with ‘quixis’, Icarus was dealing with the whack hurting people- Icarus was barely healed from their wings changing and shattering. Icarus *just got their dad back* icarus is still dealing with the fact that the whack caused the reset and switched fable out for Haley- oh icarus and Haley in this season-

Basically- Icarus is having a time in s3 that’s for sure. They haven’t learned how to exist remotely normally in the way that others in the grove have. They haven’t had the chance to move on- more and more happening to them that just throws everything off that they’re trying to do. They haven’t learned how to heal the same way Centross had been on the road to doing yet.

“I still don’t know who you are, all I know is I’m still lonely.”

Oh Icarus and loneliness. Also Icarus and not knowing Centross fully. They know him better than others, yeah, but they don’t know him in the way they both want to- the way they were *getting* to before he went and *died*- yet. They understand eachother more than anyone else- they experienced so much together through the resets in a way that technically had them in some of their most vulnerable moments with eachother but they- moreso Icarus- never got to fully move past that. They didn’t get to have that peaceful time of hanging out just to hang out. Centross comes to see them when he heard they were hurt- or when he knows they need to get out of their house but they haven’t pulled him to hang out first yet. They didn’t reach the point of starting to seek him out yet- that point of you could say vulnerability and coming out willingly of that isolation to say “hey- I don’t want to be alone and I want to see u. Wanna hang out?” That they need to reach. (The only time they came close was in looping the beginning where they sat on the ice. But that was reaching to him so they could offer comfort and conversation- and I think those are two different things. Also- place of rebirth if I remember correctly started with them messaging him first but I don’t know if I’m remembering right so let’s just stick with looping the beginning)

“That morbid sort that company can’t cure and the more you reassure the less I trust…”

Hahah. Icarus Morningstar and not believing when people are affectionate to you. Not taking the kindness and reassurance at face value and trying to find a deeper reason for it happening and seeing it as pity that only leads to more isolation.

“But you gave me your heart! I only gave you my body. Honestly thought no one would want it, let alone know it’s gone”

Mm. Centross still trusting them- giving them forgiveness and reassurance and over and over again showing that trust in them because they need it. Actively choosing to hang out with them- to be around them when there are other options of people to be around at the moment. Just- *choosing them* time and time again. Him giving Icarus his trust and love. They haven’t gotten to that level of trust yet- not continuously- not over and over yet. They’ve had moments showing that trust, yes, in Place of Rebirth when drinking with him especially, as well as Avian’s Solace where they let him give them a tattoo- a permanent reminder- and their conversation in front of the wall. Both times ending with him staying the night with them- at-least staying until they fall asleep. But- that’s all I can give them in that department. They just reached that point- and then everything went to shit :)

(Also consequences with the cleaning but that was just them catching up with eachother moreso- even if it’s so ahhh Icarus opening up about an injury and talking about how their feeling? In this economy??/lh But fr- they have dealt with things like that themself until that point and opening up about that is a big step for them. And he knows that.)

“Honestly thought no one would want it, let alone know it’s gone” this makes me feel- feelings. I don’t know what in particular this feels like with Icarus- maybe is simply him knowing they need something, knowing they need to get out of the house, to socialize, to talk, to exist with another person. Just- seeing them and noticing and understanding. “Let alone know it’s gone” let alone know their not taking care of themself- know they’re struggling and need someone else even though he also knows they’d *never* ask for help themself. I’m not sure- that doesn’t feel quite right but it’s all I can think of at the moment.

“I’ve lived more lives than enough, I haven’t died quite as much, but I’m not a real person just the shit you can’t make up”

Now tell me that isn’t just Icarus??? It’s just them- even if you ignore the whole whack part- the resets. Each reset being caused because of one of their deaths. “I’m not a real person just the shit you can’t make up” now I say this is whack and stuff involved- just. They’re not fully themself- y’know?

“Did I really have any of that gravity maybe your quicksand because I really couldn’t tell how deep my footprints went.“

Did I really have that effect on you? Did I really make you love me for me and not for what I’m doing for you? Also- You sucked me in I didn’t realize how close I was to you until just now and I don’t want to ruin what we have.

They don’t know how much other people cared, I think. That’s how I perceive the line of “I really couldn’t tell how deep my footprints went” or something like that.

“I’m catatonic in your arms, crying ‘How did I cause so much harm’”

Oh. Mhm. Yeah. Yep. Oh Icarus and wanting to fix everything they’ve done wrong.

“I’m pounding my head against the kitchen floor, apologizing for my life and ever entering yours.”

:( feelings

“Don’t say ‘I’m sorry but this can’t go on’ I know you’ve got scars of your own but hide my knives before you go I’ll either live or die alone.”

again- wow I feel this is coded.

Please if you’re leaving and I know you will just help the threatening/bad thoughts go away- because if you don’t I won’t be able to live like this anymore. I can’t exist like this without your help- without you to keep me from drowning.

He’s helping keep them “sane”- he was their anchor I think so when he died they go off the rails.

“I’ll either live or die alone” is self explanatory I think. Icarus and isolation again. Maybe I can bring up again the thought of Icarus knowing after everything they do before the finale is fixed they won’t be able to talk to everyone or interact like they did before. I think they know the consequences of their actions- their walking headfirst into it because if they fix this for them they’ll all be so much happier even with that knowing that nobody would want to be around them after what they did no matter if they fixed it or not.

“I swear, I will die trying. I’m still in the process but I’m making progress. I promise, I honestly want to prove improvement is possible”

They want so badly to do better. They do. And they made so so much improvement before Fable messed it up.

“I swear, I’m so fucking sorry. I’m not a good person I’m barely a person at all but one day I’ll be perfect and I’ll make up for it all.”

Woah- their character arc! It’s right there! Their motives!

Self explanatory- “I’m not a good person but I’m going to fix it and it will all be okay when I do” mentality.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

So yeah- that’s me yelling about Icarus Morningstar. Hope you enjoyed I guess? Feel free to add your opinions about this song and stuff I’d love to see that /nf

The image chosen from my prison duo Pinterest board today is-

My beloveds. Ahhh. Me when. Maybe I have a fic about this with them because mmmm. They need that- I think.

So- I hope you enjoy my incoherent ramblings. That’s what my blog is about isn’t it? /lh

You are so loved! Go take any meds you need to and eat and drink water if you haven’t yet! I hope you have a lovely rest of your scrolling through tumblr /lh <3

[irrealisms]

this might not be the type of question you’re looking for, but my understand is you’re a convert or at least someone who has become more devout over time. I was wondering if you were willing to talk about your faith journey? Obviously I know it’s a personal thing so I’m not looking for any prying details, just whatever you feel most comfortable with talking about!

this is a good question! prying questions are actively encouraged lol

i'm a convert! i was baptized on easter 2022, here are a couple pictures from that:

this was ... about two or three years after i started getting serious about Catholicism? uhhhh actually i should back up some more

i grew up nominally methodist but in practice my mom didn't believe in God and treated it as a convenient place for me to make friends and participate in a kids' choir and such and i picked up on this (and stopped going at some point, i don't even really know when, i think sometime in middle school). i also had my own elaborate mostly-animist theology that treated Christianity as blatantly laughable. in retrospect a lot of the theology was bc i heard voices a lot as a kid lol, both "this is what they tell me is true" and "i need a worldview that accommodates the experiences i am having". i feel a little weirder abt talking abt me-as-a-kid having delusional tendencies bc it was i think within the range of "imaginative autistic kid"? but i ... never grew out of it, and a lot of them are recognizably the same tendencies that got me labeled as delusional as a teenager-adult, so. shrug. i grew up with a familiarity with Christianity but not specifically Catholicism and it was never serious.

in high school i had, mmm... very varying theologies most of which were pretty shallow and focused on whichever girl i was currently in love with lol. but i was still drawn to Catholicism--i first observed lent in 2017 after Many years of flirting with it--and when i saw/experienced angels (2015? ish? ...arguably you could argue for 2007 but i do not think those were angels) i knew they were angels and was unsure how i saw it but definitely flirting with a Christian view of them. i did know that whatever view of them i took, they were important, they were serious, they were--the most important thing that has ever happened to me, that i have ever witnessed. they were beautiful and incredible and terrific in the sense of inspiring terror. and then i got put on antipsychotics about it within the year lol! the antipsychotics were uhhhhhh quite bad for me & then in 2019 i got off of them and embraced Catholicism more wholeheartedly. "so why the 3-year gap between that and getting baptized" uhhhh a few things going on there honestly? it took like a year or so to like. reconcile myself with Catholicism. i do/did actually struggle a lot with a lot of it--trying to figure out how i felt about hell and the problem of evil was ofc the biggest hurdle but i'm also side b and that was uhhhhhh not a painless process for me. which i can talk about any of that if you want but i talk about that less unprompted? and i prefer to talk about it in a conversation rather than just On My Blog, if that makes sense. but people should feel free to dm me if they're curious or want to talk more about any of this!

this....still gives a 1-year gap between Reconciling With Catholicism and Starting RCIA. this is because... i've been kind of eliding it with usage of "i" but at the time the body that currently uses "i" was Two People. and one of them (kit) was Catholic and one of them (sofia) wasn't. we ... talked about this with a priest a lot and he was helpful for a while but then he recommended me to a Catholic therapist who on her first session with us informed us that we were faking and she didn't believe us but even if she did then she'd just be focusing on trying to integrate us and get rid of our "doubting part". so we didnt go back to her and we (especially sofia) raged for a bit at the whole thing. as a result, for a while kit was kind of resigned to just ... not getting baptized, not getting to take the Eucharist. but in 2020-2021ish we sort of . integrated? not fully and i suspect we've been...splitting apart again more recently. idk! idk. anyway we eventually got integrated enough that we felt confident in saying yes, I believe in God, and have that be a true promise for the full body-soul. and we started RCIA in 2021 and got baptized in 2022 and now we're here! the angels aren't back. i hoped they'd come back when i got off antipsychotics, and-- they haven't. the belief has, the knowledge that they were real, but i haven't seen them again. i don't know if i'll get to see them again before i die. i hope they will, but i also know i don't need them anymore. it's a test, i think. i just have to live up to that test.

[jillsandwhichs]

Valenfield Oneshots/AUs Collection, Chapter 14, Morning Routine

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Pairing: Jill Valentine & Chris Redfield

Summary: Jill & Chris spend a lovely morning together eating breakfast and being affectionate

Status of their relationship in this one shot: Married

WC: 4.6k

Type: SFW

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Sounds of birds chirping & the TV were clear as the day was. The sun was still set but it was surely going to rise sooner or later, it also looked gloomy outside. The bedroom light was off as well which added to the glumness ; the only real light that was being emitted was from the television. Playing on it was some random black & white show ; Chris & Jill don't pay for cable so the channels provided to them aren't the best. Neither of them necessarily minded though.

Chris's eyes briskly adjusted to the bare light in the room, if their lamp had been on, it would've been much more difficult. Chris didn't even know what time it was nor when he & Jill had fallen asleep. All he really remembers is them cuddling & watching some random movie before eventually they passed out, side by side. He turnt his head to check the digital clock on the night stand ; it read 7:25 AM. Chris isn't used to sleeping in this late considering the BSAA has them arrive before 7, sometimes before 6.

He then turnt his head the other way to face Jill, she was still fast asleep & looked so beautiful. Her long brown hair covered her face. She was laying on Chris's arm as if it was a pillow, it was a precious sight to witness. Chris could also see her bare back, she wasn't wearing a shirt nor a bralette but Chris surely was not complaining. Jill didn't snore in her sleep but she does make soft, cute little noises & she's doing that exact thing right now ; Chris cannot help but admire the hell out of her.

Gazing down at her for a moment, Chris decided to stay in bed just a little while longer. There was no shame in that. All he wanted was to hold Jill close to him & to feel her warm, slender body pressed against his. It makes him feel safe & not only that, it's the greatest feeling in the world. He curled back up behind her and wrapped his free arm around her waist, lightly & softly caressing her flat stomach right above the line of her pajama shorts. "Mmm." Chris breathed out deeply, his face buried in her neck, her hair now not only covering her face but his too.

Pulling her closer to him, Jill's entire body was pressed against his front side. She adjusted herself slightly yet she was still asleep. "Sweetheart..." Chris whispered in her ear, kissing down her neck & breathing in her intoxicating scent. There was something about Jill's smell that made Chris go mad but he will never tell her that, she'd most likely find him weird for it. He moved his hand from her stomach to her upper thigh, stroking it gently and kissing her cheek.

A small noise was heard from Jill but she still was not up yet. She really was a heavy sleeper. "Baby, wake up, let's go get breakfast together or something... Please?" Chris asked her, gandering at her face with love deep within his eyes. "What?" Jill groaned out, tossing & turning a little bit as she had her eyes adjust to waking up. "Hey baby." Chris whispered to her, grazing her bare back with care as he stared at her. Her body was now face his, her breasts being revealed to him.

"Hi honey..." Jill yawned deeply, looking back at him. "What time is it?" Jill wondered, squinting her eyes as she gazed at Chris. "It is..." Chris paused for a moment, turning his head back to glance at the digital clock. "7:30, my love, sorry for waking you up so early, I just figured we could go make some breakfast together..." Chris explained himself, her head resting on his hand. "That's okay... Just let me rest my eyes a bit longer, yeah?" Jill sighed, her head hitting the fabric pillow again & her eyes rolling back as she shut them.

Chuckling to himself, Chris heaved deeply & climbed up off of the bed. He understood if Jill was too sleepy to wake up right away, he wasn't going to force her to, it's her choice, not his. "Alright beautiful, I'll try and wake you up a little later." Chris spoke out to her in hopes of her hearing. No response... Yeah, she was slumped. Chris snickered even more before he then walked out of their bedroom and headed towards the restroom.

Their home isn't the biggest but neither is it compact. It's just a decently sized family home. They purchased it a little while after Chris proposed to her. Therefore, they have lived here for about 4 & a half years. He loves the home, she loves the home, it is a win-win! Convoying into the restroom, Chris grunted to himself quietly as he turned on the sink. He planned to brush his teeth & possibly shave some of the scruff off his face. Although, he was still deciding considering Jill is in love with it and constantly tells him not to.

Grabbing his tooth brush from it's holder, he slipped some paste onto it and stuck the brush into his mouth, scrubbing his teeth immensely. Jill always tells Chris that he has the most rancid morning breath known to man so he always makes sure to brush & floss good and despite the fact she says that though, she still manages to kiss him each morning. At least it's not so bad she refuses to kiss him each morning, that would be the worst for Chris.

He's a very physically affectionate type of guy. Chris enjoys all of it. Jill... Not so much. Chris will try and kiss her in public and she doesn't let him. She's told him the idea of PDA irks her & grosses her out. Either way, he still manages to sneak in kisses when they're out. He also loves to cuddle. Every night, he needs to hold Jill. He doesn't even care if it's hot in their bedroom, he'll hold her. He'd rather be miserable in the heat than not hold her all night long.

Jill doesn't mind it so much though as it's the PDA that gets to her. She does enjoy hugging, cuddling, kissing, holding hands, etc.. But not in public. It has to be in the privacy of their own home. The most she'll do in public is hold hands ; that she does not mind as much. No matter what though, Chris is just grateful she's with him & let's him be as affectionate as he pleases at their house. Chris spit out the tooth paste from his mouth, making a 'bleh' noise as he did so. The toothpaste he uses is extremely minty, he hates it.

Sticking the toothbrush beneath the faucet, Chris cleaned it off thoroughly & stuck it back in it's holder before then filling his mouth with citrusy tasting mouth wash, swishing it around and gargling it before spitting it back out into drain. Chris studied himself in the mirror. He was never an insecure guy or anything but he definitely has his moments. If anything, he hates looking at himself. All it does for him is make him feel sick to his stomach. This is the man that pushes on to much & tries to hard, huh? That's how he thinks of himself, at least.

Shaking the noisy thoughts from his head, Chris wandered on out of the restroom, yawning to himself hushly before he laid eyes upon Jill, who unsurprisingly was still fast asleep. Could he blame her though? He couldn't even be annoyed with it as she just looked too precious & cute. Chris took himself out of their bedroom and began heading towards their kitchen. All the lights were off throughout the house, it made the home feel gloomy & glum, as if it were haunted. That was also due to the style of their home. Jill was fond of deeper, darker shaded colors.

He flicked the kitchen light up and watched as it lit up not only the kitchen but part of the dining room too. Their dining room was very beautiful, a large wooden table sat smack dab in the middle of it with gardenias, fake ones of course, centered in the middle. Not only that, there was a singular plant hung up above the table, dangling directly above it. Chris didn't know what type of plant it was but one thing he does now is that Jill always has a helluva time trying to water it. It's amusing at best.

Other than that, there's also a glass sliding door in the dining room that leads to the backyard. It isn't all decorated like the interior of their home is but they plan on eventually purchasing a pool & other outdoor furniture. Especially since Chris hates going to beaches, he used to enjoy it, but now he gets sun burnt, the sand is too hot, he's gotten stung by one to many jellyfish and oh the list goes on. But for Jill, he does anyways, he just maintains distance like a dork as Jill says.

As the silly thought vanished from Chris's mind, he opened up the refrigerator and contemplated on what he wanted to make for breakfast this morning. There were two core options. Either one, eggs, toast & bacon. Or two, pancakes, a fruit bowl & sausage. Chris knows how much Jill loves her eggs and bacon but he also knows how much she enjoys pancakes and sausages. Decisions, decisions... Instead though, he chose to just cook eggs, sausage and have a fruit bowl on the side. It's a two in one deal!

Chris grabbed out the egg carton first and placed it on the island counter that was a few feet away from the other counters plus the oven & refrigerator. Chris & Jill are two very different people when it comes to how they like their eggs made. Chris is more of a scrambled eggs kinda guy whilst Jill is a sunny side up kinda girl. Opposites attract, right!? Chris crouched down, opening the cupboard connected to the island counter and snatched up a pan, it was one of the very first ones they bought when they first ever moved in together... Brings up bittersweet memories...

Putting the pan on top of the front right side burner, Chris put it on high-low before then opening the refrigerator up again to snag out the sausages, which he'd make afterwards. He was also still pondering on what fruit he'd use to create the fruit bowl. Most likely just a mix of his and Jill's favorites. Chris took out a pair of kitchen scissors from the knife block and cut a slit through the thin wrapping that coated the sausage package, the smell of meat was faint but yummy, Chris inhaled it deeply.

As the pan began to sizzle and steam, he cracked the first two eggs on the side of the counter before dripping them into the pan, looking as the yolk began to form within itself. He was cooking up his first considering scrambled eggs take a shorter amount of time and he'd rather have his food be colder than Jill's, he was going to wake her up with breakfast in bed, she deserved it like the queen she is. Although, Jill heavily cringes whenever he calls her that but he feels that deep down, it makes her all warm & fuzzy inside.

Scrambling up his eggs with a wooden spoon, Chris quietly whistled to himself, simply trying to pass time by. He was grateful he had a day off from work and that he could eat a real, fully, tasty breakfast for once, especially since it'll be with his very own wife too. Chris hardly remembers the last time he and Jill were able to just spend time with one another & eat an entire breakfast. Moments where they're able to do the little things like that together matter most. At least that's how Chris feels. Jill is a grade A clinger like he is though.

He chopped up his eggs a few more times before he then seasoned them with salt & pepper. He wasn't really the type to overload his foods with flavour. He's a plain & simple man, a man of basic taste. Well, with foods that is, definitely not in women, now that is as clear as day. Only for a brief moment, Chris switched the stove off & took a plate out from the cupboards above the wooden counters, setting down beside the oven as he then scrapped the eggs from out the pan and onto the plate, warm steam emitted from the eggs & the delicious smell was so strong it felt like just by breathing them in, you were eating them.

Chris was finally able to start on Jill's egg now, he shattered it and allowed it to seep out onto the pan, it drizzled from the shell in a very satisfying way. He allowed it to sit as sunny side up eggs don't require as much attention as scrambled do. Chris left the kitchen, but only for a second to grab a hoodie from the main closet near the entry of their home. Chris loves the cold, the winter time is his favorite season ever but it's hard for him to do even the most simple tasks if he's cold, that's why he usually only allows himself to get super cold if he's about to sleep, it for one keeps him calm and secondly, it's all the more comfortable. It also gives him an excuse to hold Jill as close to him as possible.

Slipping the hoodie on, Chris sighed to himself softly, adjusting it to fit his figure. Chris is quite fibrow therefore hoodies can often feel too tight on him but some fit just perfectly. The one he is wearing now is just a plain black color but it gets the job done. He started to tread back to the kitchen when he then heard a pair of footsteps coming from the other side of the house, he knew it was Jill and a rugged smirk formed on his face. Excitement grew deep within his stomach. Obviously he sees Jill every single day of his life but today felt even more special than the past few.

"Chris?" Jill called out, genuinely wondering where the hell he was as she walked out of their bedroom. She had slipped on a random sports bra that was set in the laundry basket, she was also wearing a pair of short-shorts. "I'm right here baby." Chris reassured here with a louder tone as he ambled back to the open kitchen. He seen her and smiled, his eyes filling with love & cherishment as he seen her. "Hey sweetheart, you okay?" Chris questioned her as he stepped closer to her. "I'm okay honey." Jill mumbled out, her tone indicated she was still spent.

"Good, good... I'm making breakfast, how about you sit down, your egg is almost done and then I'll grill up some sausages, how's that sound?" "Sounds good, I'm starving." Jill snickered, rubbing her eyes gently. Jill popped a squat down on the barstool that was a line with the island counter. "Are you making my egg sunny side up like I usually have it?" "Of course, my love. I know you all too well." Chris chortled, dabbling her egg somewhat. "Thank you." Jill spoke out to him, her sharp face resting on her hands as her elbows sat upon the counter.

"You said you're also making sausages?" "Yes, and also a fruit bowl. From what I seen in the refrigerator, we have strawberries, black berries, kiwis and bananas, sound okay to you?" "Sounds delicious, I love kiwis." "I know you do beautiful." Chris chuckled to himself, putting the stove on low as he grabbed out a sort of larger pan for the sausage links. "I'm sore... My lower stomach hurts." Jill grunted out, using her right hand to put firm pressure onto it. "Oh honey, do you need some Tylenol or something?" Chris asked her, turning around to face her. "You shouldn't have been so rough last night..." Jill laughed out, gazing at him. "Mmm, my bad..." Chris teased her, stepping over to her.

"It's not funnnyyyy." Jill dragged her words out, making a clearly fake whining noise. She was okay, she's just dramatic sometimes. "Oh baby, you're okay." Chris snickered and he planted numerous kisses on her pleasant face. "You were the one who asked for me to be rougher, this is your fault." Chris teased her which caused Jill to smack his arm with strength, making Chris laugh a loud. "Sorry sweetheart." Chris whispered to her, kissing the top of her head with love before walking back over to the oven.

Chris grabbed out three sausage links for each of them, knowing they both get full quite easily. It's funny because they can both eat five full course meals and yet still not gain any weight. That's why I was so hard for Chris to bulk up. Jill's had no issues though. Out of the corner of his, Chris noticed Jill got off of her seat & make her way to the refrigerator. "Ah, no, sit back down honey, I'll handle breakfast, I understand that you're sore and you need to take it easy." Chris cackled, nudging her to go sit back down. Jill rolled her eyes playfully and toss her hands up in the air in defeat.

Jill won't lie, she finds this side of Chris very attractive. The side that wants to take care of her. Well, he always wants to take care of her, that's one prominent thing about his personality that drew Jill in. What she means is, he'll do acts of kindness for her. Such as cooking her breakfast. She remembers one time when she was feeling down in the dumps, he went out of his way to make her her favorite meal ever. He's truly just the best man in the world. Jill tries to be affectionate with actions of love, as she believes it's built through said actions, but she's just so bad with her emotions, but she's trying, she really is.

The faint sun began to gleam in through the large windows scattered throughout their home. There was a light mist dripping down the windows as well, most likely because it rained last night. The nature in the early mornings is always the most active & beautiful, at least that's how Chris feels. Growing up, he and his little sister, Claire, would sit outside of the orphanage they were raised in and playing the grass & dirt. Ever since he was a kid he was sort of a nature buff. So is Jill though, another reason why they just attract one another.

"It looks so peaceful outside." Jill said, her tone monotone. "It is, isn't it? Maybe after breakfast we can go on a walk?" Chris proposed, taking a quick glance at Jill before he turned his head back to the stove, shuffling the sausage links in the pan. "Sure, I bet it smells amazing outside." Jill breathed in deeply, as in to imitate it. "I hate to bring it up but Raccoon City always smelled amazing in the early mornings, that's one thing I looked forward to during my morning drives everyday to work." Chris expressed. Chris and Jill actually made it a rule to never bring up the Raccoon City incident nor STARS, but sometimes it slips out. "Yeah..." Jill whispered softly.

Eventually, all six links were completely done & smelled like heaven. Chris heaved out deeply before officially turning the burner off for the final time. "The sausage links are done baby, your egg is done too..." Chris spoke lovingly to her, turning around and placing the links on Jill's plate, alongside her egg and handed it to her. "Thank you babe." Jill smiled & stood up, strolled out to the living room, sitting herself down on to the couch. "I'll be out there in a sec, just making my plate and the fruit bowl." He vocalized to her, staring at her as she sat down, giving Chris a quick thumbs up, causing a grin to form widely on his face.

Since the eggs were already on Chris's place, all he did was shovel the sausages onto it beside the eggs. One thing about Chris is no matter what he is eating, he needs some sort of dipping sauce. The sauce in this case is of course, syrup. He took it from off of the counter and drizzled some onto his eggs & sausages, coating them in the brown, goey goodness. Chris also enjoys ketchup with his breakfast but today, he just wasn't feeling it. After finishing up with the syrup, he put it back down & opened up the refrigerator grabbed the fruit he needed for the fruit salad.

He planned to use all the fruits he listed off to Jill earlier in this salad. Firstly, he popped the leaves off the top of the strawberries & placed them into the strainer which was set just below the faucet of the kitchen sink, small droplets of water dropped out into the strainer. It was completely off - that didn't stop it though. Chris then dumped the black berries in the strainer too, a stifled thudding noise was heard as they hit the strawberries at the bottom.

Peeling two bananas, he used a miniature knife to slice & dice them up, the refreshing smell filled in nostrils, it was a change from the salty & savory eggs/sausages. Bananas were Chris's personal favorite and were by far the fruit he desired most to be in his salads! Jill on the other hand adores strawberries & kiwis, she ravishes in them. Jill's expressed to Chris countless times how much she wants a tiny, outdoors garden of her own so she can grow all of her favorite fruits & veggies. He plans to make that possible for her someday.

Lifting up the cutting board, Chris used his free hand to swipe the banana & kiwi slices into the strainer as he then turned the sink on and rinsed off the fruit. Since they did purchase from the store & not a local farmers market, there was absolutely no way they were going to just eat them straight from the package. A lot of shoppers tend to open fruit packs up & touch them or even sometimes each them to decipher whether or not said package is the one they'd like to buy.

Once the fruit was unblemished, Chris took a green, extensive bowl from the cabinet and dropped all of the fruit inside of it before he then shook it up, allowing the fruit to mix & turn. As he cleared his throat, Chris picked up his plate & the bowl and made way to the entertainment room, seeing as Jill feasted away on her tasty breakfast. "Hi baby." "Hi handsome." Jill responded, her voice muffled as she had some food in her mouth. As she swallowed, she spoke with a smooth tone, "Thank you for breakfast, it's super good, my stomach is thanking you as well." Jill snorted out, sipping from her water bottle as well. "Glad to help." Chris nodded, canoodling up beside her, gently setting the fruit bowl down onto the center table.

"You still wanna go on a walk after we finish eating?" Jill asked of him, using her fork to pick through the salad. "Yeah, I don't mind." Chris replied, taking a massive bite of one of the links, devouring it in one bite. Jill snickered to herself at the sight, he was a silly, silly man. The gorgeous, raying sun was now completely up & ready to battle the day as it went on. The sky was a faint orange/red color & reminded Jill of a fox for some reason. Like a foxes fur color. She couldn't stop herself from taking glances at it as she ate, she'd rather do that than watch television whilst eating.

"The sky is so beautiful this morning." "Just like you." Chris uttered out, taking a chunky bite of some banana slices. Enamored with the compliment & praise, Jill shot her head to face Chris as she tittered, "You're just always seeking out a way to compliment me, huh?" "Of course I am, you're my wife." Chris laughed, eating some more as he stared at her, his left arm around the couch so it rested behind her.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, I was thinking, we should go visit Barry & the girls, I heard they recently adopted a little girl named Natalia and I'd love to meet her." Jill vocalized to Chris, slurping up her sunny side up egg, she also dipping her links in the yolk, doesn't look very appetizing but if it's delicious to her then so be it! "Yeah, I heard... We definitely should soon. Just pick a day and we'll go." Chris told Jill, smiling at her before chewing up some more of his eggs. "Friday work for you?" "Yes, it does sweetie." Chris nodded, eating more.

The two sat in utter silence for a few minutes, just enjoying each other's company. That's how close they are. They're so close that even complete & deadly silence brings them together. It was turning out to be a special morning. Both of them were full of love... And food... It just felt calming to be able to do this for once given their line of work. Jill felt flattered with how Chris spent his morning, loving up on her & cooking her a meal she didn't even ask for yet still appreciates. While Chris felt happy, the warm & gleeful sight on Jill's face as she ate was heart-warming and made him realize that she's the reason he keeps on fighting. They're incredibly in love with one another.

Soon after, the two both finished off their plates, cleaning then straight off. There was still a decent bit of fruit within the fruit bowl but since they don't waste, Jill planned on just fitting it somewhere in the fridge. "Handsome, thank you again." Jill whispered to him, placing her plate on the coffee table & cuddling up beside him, her hands buried in her lap with her head laying upon his shoulder. "Anytime baby..." Chris responded, embracing her back, her thumbs caressing her back.

"I never imagined that one day I would be married... Y'know, especially to you..." Jill glimmered in awe. "Aren't ya glad you did?" "Ehhh." Jill joked, giggling as Chris nudged her playfully. "Very glad handsome." Jill whispered, tilting her head up to gaze at him. "Good." Chris whispered back, leaning down to her face and pressing her lips to hers. Their lips massaged one another's in the trance of a breath taking kiss. Chris moved his right hand up to her cheek, soothingly moving his hand along it, the feeling of holding her so close was precious. Jill inhaled deeply, her breath shaky as she took Chris's upper lip between hers, wanting all of him.

Cackling cutely, Chris pulled away with a smirk, stroking her face softly before moving his hand to her waist. "I love you more than anything." "I love you more than anything, Chris." Jill replied, practically leaping into his arms as she wrapped her arms around him lovingly, gripping the back of his cozy hoodie. "Oh babygirl." Chris whispered near her ear, his buff arms bundling around her, holding her as close as he could. "You're my everything." Jill mumbled against his shoulder. "You're my everything hun." Chris spoke back to her, patting her back with gentleness.

Jill pulled away and planted a swift peck on his lips before she then stood up. "How about we go on that walk baby?" Jill asked, holding her hands out so he could grasp ahold of them. "Sure thing sweetheart." Chris smiled, standing up too and taking her hand in his...

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

tyvm for 8k+ followers!! 😭

Ignore the crazy number of drafts I have—

WEHHH 🥺 You guys keep surprising me time and time again! Like I always say, thank you for the support!! Each and every one of you has been such an integral part of this journey.

At the 7k follower milestone, I revealed seven NRC dorm uniform designs for Miss Raven (my TWST OC and blog mascot/muse!). For this milestone, I’ll do the same, but for RSA and NBC uniforms 🎵 They’re just sketches, but I hope you find them interesting all the same! I designed them with the prompt of "what if Raven ended up at a different school than NRC" in mind. How would these new environments and students shape her as she learns and grows?

Royal Sword Academy

The hairstyle for RSA!Raven is similar to NRC!Raven, but with the pigtails lifted much higher to represent a shift in her place and role in the world. It's crazy how just the pigtails being higher makes her look so different... almost kind of resembles Hatsune Miku! You'll also notice that it's not actually a single large chunk of hair curling in each pigtail; it's meant to look sort of like two segments intertwining (think like OMGkawaiiAngel from Needy Streamer Overload, but with thicker hair; it looked weird when Raven's hair wasn't thick).

RSA!Raven's look is a mixture of what a tomboyish, active princess would wear and what a more traditional princess would wear. The base look is very Snow White-inspired, since that's an important and historical film for Disney. She has a little red bow clipped to the center of her hair, puff sleeves that resemble the ones on Snow White's dress, and her collar is high and poofs out similar to Snow White's. The bow also appears on her boots, which are high and come with a stable sole for trekking around.

Raven's jacket is long and boasts a flamboyant train that flares out, and with the sash repurposed to her waist and the pleated skirt, it gives the illusion of a dress. On top, she wears a frilly blouse and a cravat of raven feathers. Cinched as an accessory atop the cravat is her magestone inlaid in an RSA brooch. She wears a pair of safety shorts under her skirt so she can run and climb without worry. What if there's a cat stuck in a tree or an old lady that needs help crossing the street?! Have no fear, the tomboyishly heroic Raven-san will come help!!

This version of Raven is much more upbeat and outgoing! Since RSA is a place that promotes teamwork, she's now the type that's eager and willing to fight for her friends and to help those in need! Raven's still ever the curious intellectual, but at RSA, where her wishes and hopes for the future are planted, watered, and left to bloom, she's much more open about sharing her dreams and confiding in others. No trust issues here! In fact, maybe she's a little too trusting (much like how she initially started off at NRC). Even though she may have girlish dreams and small stature, you shouldn't underestimate her! She can pack quite a punch with her small fists and loudmouth. RSA!Raven is a classic bright, doe-eyed do-gooder that would surely piss the NRC boys off. When she's not writing a story, she's going around with Chenya and seeing what fun new things lie in store for her. (It's rare that you'll find Raven cooped up in a room!) She's also the first to admit wrongdoing or defeat if she's done something wrong or stepped out of line. RSA!Raven is just honest to a fault, and it's usually Chenya who has to talk her out of apologizing for everything. "Mmm? What's the big deal if we sneak onto NRC campus? Sure, they may not like us, but there's no rule against paying a visit to old friends! You should come along~ I bet it'll be real fun!"

Noble Bell College

NBC!Raven doesn't have too many outrageous modifications (like, no super short skirts here) to her outfit because in my mind, the school is pretty conservative and wouldn't stand for that. There's a ribbon tied in her beret, as well as another at her chest to secure the diamond-cut magestone there. Usually the shawl NBC students wear is all cloth, but I layered it so there's cloth over Raven's usual feather shawl. The sash coming from her shoulders is also longer and cut a little differently to help signal that she's an anomaly within the student body. Her collar is also a little looser to help her breathe. Last but not least, Raven decided to personalize her uniform a little bit by tying a loose piece of fabric over the longer robes underneath. It has golden beading along the hem, which resembles a piece on Esmeralda's own skirt. Raven wears strings of pearls on her waist in her original NRC outfit, so I thought this would be a neat parallel for her NBC look.

I wanted Raven's hair here to be simple, so it's let down and falls in natural loose waves. Some of it is over her shoulder, but the rest is behind her back, so this helps to slightly differentiate it from the other hairstyles she has worn before. I think it helps to give the impression that she's a studious scholar, but there's a cute and quirky side to her too.

If you thought NRC!Raven was an introvert, hoo boy 😅 you haven't seen anything yet! In the quiet solace of Noble Bell's untarnished halls, peace reigns supreme. Under the watch of the Bell of Salvation, Raven has blossomed into a quiet, stoic, and innocent flower. She does her due diligence sweeping the floors and washing the gargoyles (greeting them every day with a soft smile), then writes stories by candlelight. In the afternoons, she likes to observe the townspeople from a seat at a cafe, or even from up on high, at the tallest tower in the city. Raven respects authority and the rules, and, above all else, believes that justice and equality should be upheld. As expected of someone growing up with the tales of the Just Judge!

If the bad influences of NRC aren't around to be bad influences on her, then surely Rollo will get the job done for them. Thing is, we don't see him acting out in the presence of his peers. This will, naturally, lead to Raven foolishly thinking that he's an excellent role model and thus strive to be just like him. She follows him around like a lost puppy and shyly asks him for advice on various things. Maybe she'd even be a member of student council (secretary?) and hope that her contributions will bring her ever closer to reaching the pinnacle that is the president. With the vice prez and aide, they form the Rollo Fan Club!

... And yet, even though she admires him so deeply, there's a part of her that suspects that Rollo-senpai isn't telling his whole story. She's incredible empathetic and good at reading people (after all, she talks to the stone statues around campus too!)--and her senses tell her that behind Rollo's calm demeanor and dependableness, there's something dark eating away at him. "I wish he would trust us enough to let us know," she says. But maybe someday he will open up to her. (ie Raven is so totally going, "I CAN FIX HIM!!")

[the-himawari]

A3! Magazine Interview Translation - B’s-LOG July 2023 [Rurikawa Yuki & Fushimi Omi Actor’s Interview]

MANKAI Company Ranking

In addition to being actors, Yuki and Omi also support the theatre company behind the scenes as its costume maker and photographer.

They present the charms of their troupe members in a ranking format from their perspectives which differ from an actors.

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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RANKING: The person who unexpectedly likes to be spoiled

1st PLACE: AZUMA

“It feels like everyone naturally listens to him too”

Yuki: Likes to be spoiled, hm… well, a few people come to mind immediately.

Omi: Oh, who did you think of?

Yuki: Speaking of unexpected, I guess I’d say Itaru. Isn’t he good at asking people for favours? He’s asked you to make late night snacks for him when he’s busy, hasn’t he?

Omi: Well, I enjoy doing that too.

Yuki: That Ma for you. I knew you’d say that. Who do you think of then?

Omi: If I have to pick, then I suppose Masumi.

Yuki: Mmm, is Masumi like that? Doesn’t he only act that way towards you?

Omi: Haha, I don’t think so. Also, he may not be aware of it, but Tasuku doesn’t hesitate to give me requests for the side dishes in his bento. That might fit the definition, in a way.

Yuki: Yeah… I can see that. Tasuku can be pretty dense, after all.

Omi: But the most surprising one might be Azuma-san. It’s natural for him to ask for things, so it feels like everyone naturally listens to him too.

Yuki: That might be true now that you mention it… he’s good at puppy-dog eyes and he’s smooth at asking for favours. I guess Azu-nee fits the most out of everyone we just mentioned.

RANKING: The person who (seems to) have bad sleeping habits

1st PLACE: MISUMI & JUZA

“For instance, Guy doesn’t move at all, so I thought he died”

Yuki: Doesn’t the answer have to be Misumi and Juza?

Omi: Those two names do come up a lot when we talk about bad sleeping habits.

Yuki: Moreover, there are guys who don’t have bad sleeping habits, but they sleep in weird positions. For instance, Guy doesn’t move at all, so I thought he died.

Omi: There are some members who have unique sleeping positions. I’ve seen a video before where Homare-san was sleeping like Tutankhamun.*

Yuki: You’re talking about that bonus footage, right? I thought he was doing it on purpose when I watched it.

Omi: With so many members, it’s interesting how everyone also has all sorts of different sleeping positions.

RANKING: The person who takes short baths

1st PLACE: TSUZURU & MISUMI & JUZA

“I was surprised he only took 5 minutes before coming out once.”

Omi: I’ve never really paid attention to everyone’s bath time. But I think Tsuzuru, Misumi, and Juza’s are pretty short.

Yuki: Not to mention Itaru when he’s busy with his hobbies. I was surprised he only took 5 minutes before coming out once.

Omi: That’s short, alright. Now that I think about it, I imagine Sakyo-san doesn’t stay in the dorm’s bath very long either. He stays in a hot spring for quite a long time though.

Yuki: Sakyo? I think so too, now that you mention it.

Omi: On that note, I feel like most of our company members only spend a short time and don’t take very long baths, huh?

Yuki: I guess you don’t have to be that thorough in the bath if you’re not that beauty-conscious.

RANKING: The person who eats a lot

1st PLACE: CHIKAGE

“I have to watch my figure so I don’t get banned.”

Yuki: Misumi was the first one who came to mind, but he’s a special case… If we’re talking unexpected, then Chikage eats a lot, doesn’t he? Well, all he eats is spicy food though.

Omi: Even when I serve him non-spicy food, he adds spice to his own taste and finishes it. Even if the portion is a little too large, he cleans his plate without leaving any leftovers. I appreciate that.

Yuki: In any case, everyone’s a guy, so everyone eats a lot.

Omi: A lot of them are still growing. I feel a sense of satisfaction every time I see that all the food I made has been eaten clean.

Yuki: As the costume maker, I don’t actually care how much the other members eat as long they maintain their figure like Chikage. But if they can’t keep their shape, then I’m banning them from overeating.

Omi: Haha. I have to watch my figure so I don’t get banned.

RANKING: The person you think is cute

1st PLACE: YUKI

“You should know the answer without me telling you, right, Ma?”

Yuki: You should know the answer without me telling you, right, Ma?

Omi: Haha. Yuki’s the cutest.

Yuki: Exactly.

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*References the Infiltration Boys’ Night! training camp backstage story

[soaps-mohawk]

I have been feverishly writing since the last chapter drop, you've been a great inspiration! (It is I the bullet Dancer, just can't ask from my side blog). I have questions.

This one is kinda farfetched, if this experiment went well, would they send the 141 a second omega to sorta balance out the dynamics a bit more?

How did Laswell choose their omega, beyond what's on her test scores and essays? Or will that come up later in the fic?

Do they go to the mess if they want to cook food? (Didn't see a kitchenette in the rec room references)

What kind of tea do the boys like? Would they try sweet tea if the reader made them some?

Does Soap have a stash of Irn Bru (I am not Scottish, but my partner is, so I know what it is)

Aww 🥺I'm glad to hear that I was an inspiration for you!!

Hmm I'd say it's possible? I don't know if one would get sent, but I could see Price perhaps requesting a second omega so that reader isn't alone all the time. If one was sent to balance dynamics, they'd be Simon's omega which of course he's going to do his thing all over again with them lol. If Price was choosing an omega, of course Simon would be greatly involved in that process.

Mmm I don't think I'll bring that up in the fic? Or at least it won't be for quite a while if I did. A lot of it was just test scores and such, on top of reader already having some familiarity with the military and government thanks to her dad. Really just a lot of it was how good she is at being an omega. She learns fast and is good with her instincts and that's what you need for someone involved with the CIA and such (until they realized that could also be a weakness and that was not going to work and changed the whole program).

Yes, they cook in the mess if they want to make their own food. I like to imagine there's separate little kitchenettes for those that want to make their own food. (Idk what bases actually look like so I'm just going off of vibes lmaoo)

Mm I think they like a standard black tea or Earl Grey tea. I could see Price being a fan of herbal teas too. I think they'd be willing to try anything the reader made for them.

Oh absolutely. Soap probably has an entire stash of Scottish snacks in his room that he feasts on lol. He's like the reader he likes his snackies.