#but i guess i just forgot how little time i have comparatively or whatever =/ im close-ish to finishing though im pretty sure itll work out

[orshii]

Guilty Pleasure

✟ Author: orshii

✟ Pairing: Choi San x female reader

✟ Word count: 4,6 k

✟ Warnings: cursing, suggestive

✟ Summary: You go back to your hometown for the summer vacation, not expecting the small town's priest to be a total eye candy. But he seems to be hiding dark secrets underneath his holy façade.

Will you find out the truth?

✟ A/N: *coughs in embarrassment* Uh so...I think I really went insane if I wrote this, there's no way back anymore haha. I really do feel guilty, but then I'm not, cause you'll see. *wink* To be honest I don't know what is this, I just got inspired in the church bruh-- I can't with myself, I'mma just go dig myself haha let's go. Anyways, enjoy I guess. Actually part 2 is out

My day started off boring, as usual. It was a holiday, so I went back home to the town I grew up in to visit my parents and relatives. I really needed a little break from work and from the adult life, which came out of the blue. I didn't really have time to ponder in my life choices as I finished University. I moved away to a big city to start working as an English teacher. It was very new for me, and very tiring, so, I deserved a little break as the summer vacation finally came and I could come home to rest a little before returning to my chaotic, big city life.

We were sitting in church with my parents and my brother, Wooyoung, as it was Sunday. My parents were mostly religious, and so, I had no other choice but to tag along with them. I can’t say I'm not religious myself, it’s just that I tend to give in a lot of times to the vicious temptations, to the guilty pleasure that consumes me like venom. My brain gets consumed by vices, and it takes a lot of time to find the cure to treat myself with. I learned to believe in myself, instead of God, after I had too many disappointments in life. I prayed for help, but it never came my way. So, I have decided that I'm better off on my own, believing in my own strength and whatever hardships life throws at me I will be able to overcome on my own, instead of believing in a God and waiting for guidance and to be saved.

People started filling inside the church as silence settled upon the hall, the priest coming out to stand in front of the altar. It was the moment I suddenly forgot how to breathe. My mouth fell open as slowly I leaned towards Wooyoung.

"Okay, since when did our old and dusty priest become a young and handsome one?" I whispered to my brother, surprised. The last thing I could remember, as I came here ages ago, was our priest looking like a cute grandpa. This priest on the other hand, was the complete opposite of the lovely old man.

He was tall with his body hidden underneath his black long vestment, but even that couldn't hide his broad shoulders, which could be compared to mountains. Wait a minute…since when were priests buff?

Am I in another universe, suddenly? What am I seeing? Why is he so handsome with his black framed glass?

His black hair was whipped back carefully, little strands falling to his forehead. And his face?! Oh my God, literally, I have never seen more beautiful features likes his before. His jawline was as sharp as a knife, his cat-like eyes watching the people whom came here to hear his wise words, that came from his pretty, almost cherry red, lips. I was very enraptured by this man and I felt very guilty for checking him out for thousands of reasons; one, I was sitting in church and these thoughts were very inappropriate; second���he was a freaking priest, which implied that he was the most innocent human being on earth, he can't even look at girls, let alone do even as much as touch them. My eyes fell on his hands, which were holding the Bible, his palm spreading out underneath it with the veins on his hands showing. I couldn’t control my thoughts as I imagined his long fingers tracing down my neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Wooyoung chuckled quietly, "He’s a newbie. Just got here a month ago, but everyone is all over him already." My brother's voice brought me back to reality as I shook my head to clear my mind of the embarrassing thoughts.

"My dearest brothers and sisters…" The priest started speaking, his low voice sending shivers through my body. The white rosary around his neck was on full display.

From then on, all I could see were his beautiful face and lips, which moved with each smoothly spoken word. I couldn't take my eyes off him; he was like a magnet and I was the iron being attracted to it. It was silent around me; all I could hear was my own quick heartbeat. Just until he started preaching. Suddenly, his soft voice reached my ears and everything just made sense.

"God is here to help you, even in times when you turn your back on him. He watches you still; he protects you still. But he can't protect you from everything. Bad things need to happen in your life so you learn from them, squeezing every lesson out of it so that you can stand up again with your head held high. People make mistakes, and that is what makes us human. Just imagine if God protected you from all bad things, not letting you make any mistake. You’d think that your life was perfect…" He paused so the people would consume what he’s said as he looked around, watching the people in front of him, who were looking up at him like he was God himself. As he was looking around, his eyes suddenly locked onto mine and watched me sharply. I couldn't breathe, "…but the reality is, no one can be perfect, because nothing is perfect. If everything were, life would be boring…we learn from the mistakes we make, because sometimes there's no one behind our back, just ourselves, to keep us going. This is the purpose of God. He gives you lectures in these alone times, so that you can learn how to be your own best friend, so you can love yourself before you love someone else. This is the reason we shall never turn our back to God, he gives us hope and brings us the light. Amen." His eyes were on mine all the while he spoke, and I was stunned. My heart raced like hell; those words felt like they were aimed right at my heart. It reminded me of my old self, who never loved herself, not even for a short period.

I was still mulling over the priest’s speech in my mind as we stood outside the church, when suddenly I saw him standing in front of my family, still holding the Holy Bible. He was smiling at my mother as if they knew each for ages, his dimples showing on both of his cheeks, his eyes turning into crescents. I seriously needed to get my shit together.

"Is she your daughter, who moved away, Mrs. Jung?" He looked at me curiously.

"Yes, she is. Come here." My mother motioned for me to get closer as if I was still twelve years old.

The priest came closer to shake my hand, "I don’t think we’ve met before; my name is Choi San. I'm the new priest." He said with a soft tone as his face beamed with nothing but kindness.

I shook his hand, "Nice to meet you, I'm Jung Y/N." I slightly smiled at him, feeling a little embarrassed due to the thoughts that went through my mind during his service.

We were staring at each other; his hands still haven’t released mine as if the both of us were stunned into sculptures. My mother's voice pulled us back to reality, and San nervously coughed into his palm. What was that?

"My daughter teaches English to little kids in the nearby big town, she just graduated a year ago." My mother said proudly, her palm patting my back with a smile.

"Oh, that is a very great job. It needs a lot of patience, I assume." He seemed genuinely interested.

"Ah, yes, it's a miracle when the kids sit in one place. It's demanding and tiring, but I like it." I smiled at him, trying to seem mature.

"Hang in there, you’ve got this. I can imagine you as a teacher, it fits you well, and I'm sure you are good at it." I didn’t know if I was simply imagining it, but his smile dissapeared for a second as he was glared at me with sharp eyes. I swear to God, he looked like an animal full of desire. And for priests, desire was the last thing they were allowed to feel.

Days later I found myself sitting in a pub, next to San. I can't believe I'm saying this, but the night lead us somehow here, sitting at the bar and talking about anything and everything.  

The night started off with me going out with my childhood friends to drink something, because we have missed seeing each other. We went to a pub called Silver. The bar could be linked back to our childhood as a playground lay in its place instead back then, when we were mere kids. How fun life was, a place where we used to play as kids now was a place where we got drunk until we blacked out. At least my friends managed to do that, I was still hanging on. My friends had drunkenly rested their heads on the table where we initially sat at.

So, I had texted their husbands to ‘come collect their women’. They had come after them as all of my childhood friends had someone, except me. One of my friend’s told me that they were going to take me home. The night was wild, I could barely see, but somehow as I was looking around the bar, my jaw fell open as I saw someone. That someone being Choi San, the priest himself. He was sitting on a barstool, his back facing me. He was wearing a black turtleneck, broad shoulders on full display, which curved into a tiny waist. I was shocked over the fact that he was hiding a body like that under the black vestments. So, I told my friend that I would be staying for a little longer.

I had stumbled next to him as he sat by the bar, "Since when do priests drink alone in a pub?" I asked frowning, the words coming out of my mouth a bit slow. Giving him a closer look, the black turtleneck was tight against his thick neck, a silver necklace with a big cross reached between the middle of his pectorals, which were big. The black turtleneck he wore was tucked inside his elegant black pants. He looked like a God, but not a good one.

He looked at me a little surprised, his lips curving into a smile when he saw it was me,

"Is it set in stone that priests can't drink alone in a pub now?" One glass of whiskey was casually sitting between his fingers.

I frowned at that, feeling a little dizzy, "I mean…I guess not?"

He chuckled watching my face as I pouted at the realization, "You are cute." His smile never dissapeared.

I frowned again, analyzing his face, "Can priests say such things as well?" It was just weird; I spoke without thinking first.

San started to laugh at that loudly, his laugh was so soft it melted my heart. As he laughed, he raised his open palm up to his mouth, a golden ring decorating his index finger, his eyes formed into crescents as he looked like a cute cat, "So, do you think priests can't say anything at all? That they can't even look at cute girls like yourself?" He stopped laughing and leaned a little closer to my face, his voice low with bass.

My cheeks heat up from his closeness. What was he doing again? The man sitting in front of me was the world's biggest question mark, he acted very suspiciously. I leaned backwards, away from him as he looked at me with his sharp eyes, eyeing me up and down.

"Are you really a priest?" I folded my arms over my chest, looking at him suspiciously.

"Of course, I am." He smiled at me again with that adorable smile, which wasn't on his face mere seconds ago.

"You don’t act like it." I said leaning towards the counter to ask for some water from the barista.

"You didn't like my service on Sunday?" He asked, analyzing my face.

"I did, you said some wise words, I must admit." I said as I opened the water bottle to drink. As I drank, I felt his gaze fell on my neck, watching me as I gulped the water down. Chills ran through my body.

"C'mon, I'll take you home." He said, standing up.

"You were sipping whiskey minutes ago, are you crazy?" I said while looking up at him, as he stood next to me.

"Priests can drive while drinking, so come on, you are a bit drunk. I have to take care of the locals, as a priest." He said with a smile, his voice soft as a light breeze while he offered his hand for me to take.

I just looked at it, and after a few seconds of pondering, took it. He grabbed my hand firmly, and lead me out of the pub.

The summer night was a little cold, as clouds hid the stars above us, and the breeze sent shivers down my body.

"Are you cold?" San stopped, putting his hand on my back to caress it.

Okay, this was starting to get very weird. I just wanted to go home.

"I'm okay, just want to go home." I replied, trying to distance myself from him.

He silently led the way towards his car, which was an old black Dodge with some silver framing on the windows. Okay, he was a rich priest then, I guess.

The way towards my home was silent and a little uncomfortable. I just wanted to get away from this weird situation, away from him, because the longer I was with him, the stronger I wanted to give into the biggest sin trap. That being the realization that I started feeling attracted to a fucking priest.

When he stopped the car, I was ready to get out, but when I reached for the handle, it did not open. I looked at San frowning.

"Oh, sorry, it needs more pressure to open, this thing is as old as my grandpa." He slowly leaned towards me, reaching his hand out towards the handle. His face was close to my own, there wasn't even an inch between us. He cracked the door open, but his face remained close, and I was so stunned I couldn't move my limbs to get away from him. My heart was racing, I was terrified he might hear it. Then all I could see was him leaning closer, towards my cheeks, and he pecked it softly, like a feather.

"Good night, darling." He whispered into my ear. I could feel his hot breath against my cheek, which melted into my skin, not even letting my body process it. He leaned back in his seat and pretended like nothing had happened. I swear to God, I believed I imagined the whole scene.

When I came to my senses, I quickly scrambled out of the car and speed-walked towards my house, leaving him there without a word.

I might be going insane, but I just couldn't process what happened. This man was a whole mystery, there was no way a priest would act like this, at least not a real one.

My suspicions started getting valid as on some days, when I was walking home from the summer school I was teaching at, I accidentally saw our precious priest in casual clothes, which was opposite of what a priest would wear. For example, I saw him one time in ripped jeans and leather jacket, was it what priests wore these days? He was always with some guys as they seemed to be doing some business. The first time I saw him, I wasn't sure if it was really San, but when I spotted him the second time as well, I was sure it was him. And I couldn't believe he fooled a whole fucking town with his sweet and innocent act of a priest, one everyone adored. But the truth was that he was a fucking menace, lying left and right, pretending to be someone he wasn’t. I didn't know what was going on, but I wanted to find out. There was no way I was going to let him continue fool the whole town. I wanted to get some evidence so that he would be kicked out and punished, so that he wouldn’t get any more innocent people into trouble.

So, I started following him around. I saw him on days when he completed his priest duties, visiting families, going to church, holding services. He did his job well, his acting was very convincing, everyone believed it. But during the night? He disguised himself very well, so that I wouldn’t really understand what was happening, but I knew he was meeting with some sort of gang on some nights, giving money over to them for something in exchange.

One evening, as I was following San through an alley, he had reached the end of it. He had just turned left, so I followed after him. But when I turned left as well, I couldn’t see him. I looked around, frowning as I wondered where he could have gone so fast, when suddenly, all I could feel was being pushed against the cold brick wall, fingers crawling around my neck, holding me still. I opened my eyes, which I had closed from the sudden impact. I came face to face with San's furious expression as he looked down at me. His hair fell into his eyes and they looked deadly, sharp.

"Had a good time following me, darling?" His voice was low, like a furious thunder. When he tilted his head, he looked like a psycho. His leather jacket had tightened around his biceps as he squeezed my throat. The same cross was still around his neck, just like at the pub.

"Who the fuck are you?!" I looked up at him, words hardly coming out of my mouth as his hand was still around my throat.

"Stop sticking your nose into everything, and just go home!" He raised his voice a little and loosened his hand just barely around my neck.

I took that as an opportunity, and grabbed his hand, just to tear it off my neck, "What the fuck San? Are you insane? Stop fucking fooling everyone, and get the fuck out of here!" I shouted at him; I was shacking from anger that boiled inside me.

"You have no idea what is going on, so please, just go home!" He started calming down a little as he looked behind his back from time to time. He was acting even more suspicious.

"Then tell me what this is. Cause I'm so fucking conf—" I was interrupted by an ear cracking breaking sound, followed by a loud engine.

"Fuck, they are here." San quickly grabbed my wrist and pulled me along, running out of the alley to his black Dodge, that was parked on the sidewalk, waiting for us patiently.

"What the fuck is happening?" I said as he opened the passenger seat's door, and pushed me down into the seat.

"Just sit in the car, Y/N, there's no time for questions. We have to get away from here." He closed the door with a loud thump and ran towards the other side of the car, just to sit behind the wheel and ignite the engine to life.

My heart thumped like crazy, I didn't understand what was happening. All I could see was San driving like a maniac, checking the side mirrors all the time as I saw a big black Jeep following after us madly. San geared up and pushed the gas pedal to the hilt, we were almost flying. The engine threatened to jump out of the bumper from the sudden speed. We were on the highway, a lot of cars around us, but San very quickly dodged all of them. We sped past them like lightning, just for San to suddenly swerve right and get us onto a lane leading away from the highway, then he swerved right again, then left. I lost the direction we were going in, all I could see was the black Jeep that chased us now having disappeared into the cold, and scary, night. San hadn’t stopped yet, he was driving us far away from our little town. I was terrified to speak up, I just knew this was going to be the end of me. All because I'm stupid and I can't sit on my ass and mind my own business. All because I just had to follow a fucking priest, who wasn't even a priest.

After having driven for half an hour in deafening silence, we finally stopped in front of a big mansion. I looked up at it through the windshield. So, this was going to be the location of my murder? I guess it would be fine, right? At least it's a nicer place to be killed at.

I couldn't look into San's eyes, but I felt him staring at me. My body was still a little shaky from the sudden adrenaline, I tried to calm down myself and accept my ridiculous fate.  

"Hey, Y/N?" San spoke up after minutes of being in the silent and dark car. I guess he was waiting for me to calm down, and for himself as well.

I still couldn't look into his eyes as tears flooded in my eyes, the adrenaline was gone and its demise left nothing behind but fear. I don’t know if I was ever this scared in my whole life before.

I felt San's hand touching mine, very carefully. He might’ve realized that I was terrified, so he didn’t want to scare me anymore, "Hey, look at me." His voice was sweet again, like candies.

I breathed in and out, closing my eyes, to somehow fight against my fear, and then slowly turned towards him. As I looked at him and he saw my teary eyes and terrified expression, his features softened into a worried expression.

"Fuck, Y/N, I won't hurt you! I'm so sorry, darling." He cupped my cheeks, tears appearing in his eyes as well. Upon seeing his worried expression, I somehow felt kind of relieved.

"Aren't you going to kill me?" I asked in a whisper looking, down at my hands in fear.

"Look at me, Y/N!" His fingers curled around my chin to lift my head up. I somehow managed to look into his eyes again, and the softness I saw in them made me relax a bit more, "Of course, I won't kill you, don't say foolish things. I could never hurt you."

He cupped my face again, caressing my cheeks, "I'm sorry if I scared you, darling."

"What is going on?" I whispered again as the words hardly came out of my mouth, having gone dry like a desert.

 "C'm here." He took my hand and pulled me towards himself, making me crawl over the center console and straddle his lap. His hands immediately held onto my waist and pulled me closer to himself.  I circled my arms around his neck carefully as he pulled me down to his chest and hugged me tightly. I took a deep breath of his sweet candy-like cologne, the skin of his neck warm.

"I'm sorry for scaring you. I just…there is a lot going on, and I lost my head for a second. Please, forgive me…" His hands ran up and down my spine, caressing it, leaving nothing but shivers in its wake. His body was a like a magnet, I couldn't detach myself from it, it felt impossible.

"Tell me what’s going on." I whispered into his neck weakly, closing my eyes.

"Well, I'm not a priest." He said, still caressing my back.

I scoffed, "Wow, shocking news."

"How did you figure it out?" His hand slowly traveled up to the hair on my nape, massaging my scalp as I felt my body temperature rise, comically thinking that I was going to slip right through his fingers from the warm touch.

"I saw you a few times with those people…" The way he started massaging my scalp became a little firmer, and a moan almost slipped through my lips "…doing some business, I assumed. So, I started following you."

"My darling couldn't stay away from me, huh?" His hand resting on my waist slowly slipped under my blouse, his hot fingers starting to trace my warm skin up and down. Suddenly, the fantasy I had in mind while watching him in church, during the service, fought its way to the forefront of my mind, it being his hands slowly tracing down the curves of my body. I would’ve never thought that it was really going to happen.

I slowly lifted my head up from his chest to look into his eyes, which left a fire in its wake. The chill I felt an hour ago was gone in seconds, and I have never felt hotter in my life before seeing the heated desire in his eyes, it could’ve burned me up whole.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked him, trying to get rid of the tension between us.

"That’s a very long story, darling." He leaned his forehead against mine and closed his eyes. He pulling me impossibly close to himself as he held my waist with both hands.

"The night is long now that you have kidnapped me." I whispered barely inches away from his lips as they were almost touching mine.

"Yeah?" He whispered back, his lips hovering over mine, ghosting against them. His hands ran up my warm body passionately, his nails digging into my skin roughly.

I hummed at that, as words couldn't escape my lips, his hands on my skin making my stomach drop. He breathed shakily against my lips and I felt his body getting hotter as he finally pressed his lips against mine hungrily. I kissed him back with greed, our lips moving in sync against each other, my dry lips now fully wetted with his saliva, which tasted like sweet candies. His right hand tangled into my hair, running his fingers through it and it made me moan against his lips. San took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside my mouth, discovering every inch of it as my tongue danced along his passionately. I grinded down against his crotch, and he let out a guttural groan at the stimulation. His hand on my waist slipped down to my ass, and he grabbed it harshly just to push me down against himself harder. We both let out a moan at the feeling, and we separated to get some air as I slowly started feeling dizzy from the lack of oxygen. His forehead pressed against mine as we both breathed heavily against each other's mouths.

"We should stop…" San whispered against my mouth, his lips touching mine as he kissed me again, now a little slower. He sucked on my lower lip to take it between his teeth, and bit it so hard that blood started to drop down my chin, seeping into the collar of my blouse. I winced from the sudden pain, making me grind down harder against him. I have long lost my sanity; I have lost against the sins that caged me in until I wasn't aware of anything at all around me.

"Why?" I asked weakly as we separated again.

"Because I want to fuck you properly, on a bed." He told me, sharp eyes boring into my own, almost as if I had no other choice but to obey him. My body shook from the desire I felt for San, and I really had no other choice but to obey his wishes and let him fuck me senseless, giving in to the guilty pleasures.   

Part 2->

[p0rk-guts]

HUSKER!!!! Husk. Whatever. THIS OLD CAT!!!! ^ - ^

comparison + breakdown ⬇️

Look idk what possible lore reasons there could be for Husk having bird wings and tail feathers whether it's hidden somewhere online or to be determined later in the show even though I can't for the life of me even guess why they're there (if you've got any hc's tho I'd love to hear em) but I just got rid of em entirely, at least for the time being. Declutters him a little. They're definitely a little much.

And I've always hated those buttons on his chest fur... Are they part of his pattern.... Are they hot glued on...... What is it with Viv and melting clothing and flesh together.........

He also does NOT look 60-70 like at all (pretty sure that's canon but I just got it off the wiki) so I tried to remedy that by giving him more wrinkles and creases. He's a Persian cat thing now bc some of them really do be lookin like mustache wearing old guys fr. Also his neck fluff is sorta supposed to allude to facial hair w/ some greying sprinkled in! He's officially like... 62 now. + He's fatter bc 1) beer belly 2) Persian cat build and 3) Vivzie twink fatigue

Husk's outfit is objectively silly for his grown ass to be wearing but I like the hc I've seen around as that being a stipulation in his deal with Alastor where he figuratively and literally "took the shirt off his back". Considering how as an overlord he had a nice suit and he (possibly. Definitely In headcanons) doesn't even like showing off sinner features, or his body at all, especially not in such a way. Is this canonically the case? Probably not. But hey 🤷🏾‍♀️

I made some comparatively minimal changes there. I undid his tie bc man's usually drunk and doesn't have the energy to fuss with it. I also gave the ends a bit of a spade shape. The clasps on his suspenders are meant to be clovers and there are still hearts on his hands. For the diamond face... I kinda tried to put it into his tail? But that's kinda iffy so 3.5/4 card faces achieved 👍🏾

Turned his top hat into a more flat wide brim hat that i could NOT for the life of me find a name for... Just wider fedoras I think? but they seemed to be kinda popular at the time. For my Husk, as an overlord he occasionally wore a fancy top hat when he was showing off, and now this is like. His downgrade replacement he's got to wear. + Some playing cards tucked into the hat band!

Made those yellows his primary colors bc in my rewrite greed is gold and I definitely think that would've been one of his major sins in life. Also a bit of gluttony too, which I made orange, so I added some of those tones in there. Allsoo after fussing with the colors for literal days I stilllll kindahateemalittle BUT IT'S FINE. I'll figure it out

And that's all for him!! Realized I forgot to put the little anti Viv banner on my last post but then again idgaf fr it's whatever. If you don't know I hate her you'll learn before long

And, of course, dvelopment sketches 4 sticking around!!!!

Ok that's all bye ✌🏾🧍🏾‍♀️

[whereianonymouslypostfics]

Honeymoon

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~3.6k

Summary: You and Wanda celebrate as newlyweds

A/N: Fluff and smut. 18+ only! I continue to block many people on the daily, so let’s just continue I guess... Enjoy, this was super fun to write. 😉

Warnings: Fluff and mostly smut. 

A couple of weeks after your wedding, you and Wanda finally got away for a much-needed vacation. You were excited to spend some time alone with your new wife, and Wanda was excited for the chance to spoil you rotten. She’d taken you to one of your favorite vacation spots and she’d rented out the entire top floor of a luxury hotel for the whole week. You’d had such a good time that you almost forgot that this wasn’t going to be your everyday. As nice as it was to go to expensive restaurants and stores, you really just liked spending time with Wanda. You could lie in bed with her all day, or sit out on the balcony together and you’d be perfectly happy. That said, you enjoyed your time out and away from home with Wanda, and the fact that this was your last night was a little sad.

You smile widely as you follow Wanda back into your hotel room. You’re so happy you feel like you’re floating with each passing minute that you spend with Wanda. You’re still waiting for the fact that you’re going to be married to this incredible woman for the rest of your life to set in. You aren’t sure how you’d gotten so lucky.

Wanda turns toward you with a smile because she can tell how blissed out you are. You’d gone out to a nearby club for a couple of hours to have drinks and spend some time together. You’d almost dragged Wanda to the bathroom when she started to grind her hips against yours on the dance floor. You’d been slightly tipsy and very worked up by the time you left the club. Given that you were very far from home and no one recognized you, you were more relaxed and didn’t hesitate to be all over your wife. It helped that you weren’t the only couple making out and nearing third base in the busy night club.

Wanda had dragged you back to the car before you got that far though, and you were as disappointed as you were excited when she stopped touching you completely to drive back to the hotel. Your buzz had worn off, but you were still riding the adrenaline high of tonight’s outing by the time you and Wanda arrived back at your room. She takes a moment to admire your outfit again with a wide smile. She’d bought you this dress on the first night here, and she’d asked you to wear it tonight because it just looked so damn good on you.

“I can’t believe it’s our last night here.”

You are only a little disappointed about this though because the fact that you’ll be going home with Wanda to continue your life as a married couple makes you more excited than anything. You don’t think you’ve ever felt this happy about anything in your life. You’ve had a number of accomplishments, but none of them compared to finding and then marrying the love of your life.

Wanda sighs slightly as she leads you over to the bed with a smile. She sits down on the king-sized bed and drags you onto her lap as she shakes her head at the thought. She doesn’t want to go back home tomorrow and she certainly doesn’t want to think about work, but she’s had a wonderful time with you here. She’s been able to forget her responsibilities and just enjoy the company of her beautiful new bride. It was still a little surreal to her. The fact that you’d wanted to marry her. That you’d asked her and gone through with it, but every day you continued to show her that you loved her and wanted no one else.

This thought has Wanda tightening her hold on your hips as she pulls you closer to her with a smile.

“Me neither, but we still have tonight, and I had an idea if you were up for it.”

You’re nodding without even considering it because you’ve come to trust Wanda completely and you’re sure that whatever she’s thinking will be a good idea. The way you’re rocking your hips down against hers so the strap she’s wearing presses perfectly against her is almost as distracting as the kisses you’re leaving on her neck. She breathes in deeply before she slides her hands down to your ass and squeezes gently.

“What if we had sex on the balcony?”

You stop your ministrations at her question and you pull away with a small smile as you consider how this would work. You’d spent a lot of time out there already whenever you weren’t out around town. You’d cuddle up on the large sofa or in one of the chairs with your wife and sip coffee or take a nap. The idea of having sex out there had come to mind, but you’d been too aware of the fact that it was very out in the open and anyone else nearby on their balconies could hear or see you. This thought reminds you that it’s the last night and despite any brief embarrassment, you’d be going home thousands of miles away tomorrow so you wouldn’t have to worry about it.

“On the balcony?”

Wanda just nods as she reminds herself not to rush you into an answer. She’s been thinking about this since the first time she saw the room, and she knew that her chances of getting you to agree would be best tonight. She knew if she were to commit to this, she wasn’t going to half-ass it. She’d make sure you were delightfully loud, and would certainly attract attention from the lower floors.

“And record it.”

You’d been leaning in to kiss your wife again for her delicious plan, but this catches you off guard. This isn’t something that you’d done together before, and you’re a little unsure of how it would work. You wouldn’t say no just so long as you it stayed between you two. Not the video. You knew that Wanda would never show it to anyone else. She was far too possessive. You wanted to make sure that no one else knew that you did this because it would undoubtedly be embarrassing. If Pietro found out you might die.

“Just for us, right?”

You ask this because despite knowing the answer, you love the hint of jealousy that would flash in Wanda’s eyes at the idea of anyone else having you the way she does. That clearly also applies to this situation because Wanda’s hands fall to your thighs to still you as she meets your gaze with a reassuring smile.

“Only us, detka. I would never let anyone else see you like this.”

You can’t hide the smirk on your lips as you kiss your wife deeply. You start to push her jacket from her shoulders as you bite down on her bottom lip with a groan. The idea of Wanda wanting to record the two of you having sex made you feel flushed and a little flattered. You wondered if and when the two of you would watch it together, but right now you were mostly just concerned about getting started.

“Okay. Let’s do it.”

Wanda smiles widely as she starts to push your dress up so you’re bare on her lap. She does a double take because she hadn’t realized you’d gone commando to dinner then the club. She feels her face flush at the thought and you’re smirking as you start to unbutton Wanda’s shirt.

“Surprise.”

Wanda gathers her wits and grabs your hands with a small smile to stop you from undressing her. She has another idea and as you realize she wants to take the lead on this you feel the heat between your legs flare. You groan as Wanda slides toward the middle of the bed before lying on her back with a smile.

“Come here, my beautiful bride.”

Your face flushes at Wanda’s words and what she’s asking you to do. You bite your lip as you crawl up her body and lean over so you can kiss her again. You know this isn’t what she meant, but she indulges you for a bit and starts to run her hands down the back of your thighs before growing impatient. When she pats them pointedly you pretend to huff in annoyance before shooting her a smile.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m getting to it.”

Wanda just laughs at you before her eyes darken at the sight of you hovering over her. She reaches out greedily to bring you down on top of her, and you can’t help but hiss at the feeling of her nails digging into your thighs. Wanda hesitates slightly as she lets up a little before kissing your inner thighs apologetically.

“Sorry, detka.”

You’re shaking your head as you try to think while your wife’s mouth is so close to where you want it, but not nearly close enough. You’re distracted so you take a deep breath before trying again. You briefly wonder if you’re going to surprise your wife again, but you know that no matter how this goes, you’re going to love every minute of it.

“Don’t be sorry, Wands. I liked it. Might even ask you to do it again.”

Wanda smiles against your skin before nodding in response. She’s going to have so much fun with you.

“Okay, Y/n, but just say the word and I’ll stop.”

You smile appreciatively and despite knowing that you’re going to let Wanda push you further than she ever has before, you nod in understanding and then speak up so she knows that you heard her.

“Yes, ma’am. Now get to it Mrs. Maximoff.”

Despite how exhausted you feel, you’re not regretting anything but maybe the fact that you didn’t start on the balcony. It’s cooler out here and you’re burning up from the two orgasms that your wife’s already given you. Your legs are shaky as you stand against the railing and look out to the lights of the city while Wanda stands behind you and teases you. She’d set up the camera already, and from how fast she’d done it, you realized that your wife had definitely thought this through. You are tempted to ask how long this idea had been on her mind, but you have better things to focus on right now.

“Relax, detka. Pretend like it’s not even there.”

You feel your muscles tense as one of Wanda’s hands leave your hips and travel up your stomach. Her other one is teasing your swollen, slick folds as she kissed your neck and behind your ear. She felt you relaxing in her hold and she smiles as she dips two fingers inside of you and immediately feels you clench around them.

Wanda continues to tease you while gently thrusting her fingers until you start to get close again. As good as your wife feels inside of you, you’d really like for her to fuck you with the strap that you can feel against your lower back.

“Wands. Please.”

You feel her smirk against your neck and if it weren’t for the fact she looked so damn attractive doing it you’d be annoyed at her for teasing you. She stops thrusting and her fingers leave you before you can protest. You groan loudly as she starts to circle your clit before asking you what it is you want.

“Yes?”

Wanda’s not sure how much longer she can wait to bend you over, but she realizes that you’re running out of patience too. You’re pushing your hips back into her with cute little whines that make her want to give into you. Still she waits until you ask for it because she loves to hear you beg.

“Please, fuck me, please. I need it.”

Wanda groans under her breath before her hand disappears completely as she grabs her strap to slide it between your legs. You shudder and moan at the feeling of it brushing against your sensitive folds, and you curse as the tip presses into you. Your fingers turn white from the grip you have on the railing, but you hardly notice as Wanda holds you in suspense as her hands slide down to hold your hips in place to stop you from taking anymore.

“Is this what you wanted?”

You’re close to tears you’re so on edge, and you just nod frantically as you try in vain to push your hips against your wife’s.

“Yes, please, Wands. Give me more. I can take it.”

Wanda bites her lip to hold back the near feral sound that threatens to leave her lips at your pleas. She can’t resist anymore and she quickly starts to push her length further in. You gasp and stiffen as the strap slowly sinks deeper having no trouble pushing past your clenching walls. You curse under your breath and nearly double over when Wanda bottoms out inside of you. The feeling of her hips flush against you makes your breath catch. You clench around the toy before you start to push your hips back against your wife’s.

Wanda moans as a hand goes to your shoulder to push you forward so she can get a better view as she starts to pull out.

“Oh shit, fuck Wands. Stop teasing and fuck me.”

You’re surprised by your words but you’re even more surprised when your wife grabs your thighs and pulls you back so you’re basically bent over and holding onto the railing for dear life. Wanda doesn’t give you any further warning before she starts to thrust into you again at a steady pace. This time you feel the strap slide against your front wall with each thrust and your legs begin to tremble beneath you. You hope Wanda has a good hold on you because as her thrusts get faster, you’re quickly losing any ability to keep yourself standing.

“Like this, detka?”

When you only moan in response, Wanda smirks before snapping her hips harder against your thighs. She has to resist the urge to look at the camera because she knows that the view is even better than what she has now. She imagines your breasts bouncing with every rough thrust, and your arms shaking from the effort to hold yourself up. Wanda reaches out for your hair and tugs on it harshly as she continues to bring you closer to the edge. Your vision is blurred by the lights and you’re not sure what you’re even truly seeing as your eyes roll back in pleasure.

“Yes! God, I’m so close. Harder.”

Wanda’s never been able to deny you and she’s not about to start now. The loud slapping sound of skin against skin is drowned out by your loud moans as your wife starts to pull your hips against hers with each thrust. You think you might be drooling by the time she brings one of her hands between your legs to play with your clit. You tense and immediately come when she circles it with her thumb, but she keeps fucking you through your first orgasm that quickly becomes a second. You’re screaming by the time she pushes you closer to the railing so you’re just hanging over it while she keeps you steady with a hand on your hip and one in your hair.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, Y/n. I can’t believe you’re all mine.”

You don’t register that Wanda’s even speaking as she barely slows down her thrusts as she comes hard at the sight of you beside yourself with pleasure. She imagines that you have tears running down your beautiful flushed face as you try to catch your breath that she keeps stealing from you with each thrust of her hips.

“Oh god.”

You feel yourself grow faint as your entire focus is on how your wife is making you feel. You think you’re going to pass out when she pulls you back toward her because she’s getting a little nervous about you more or less hanging over the side 45 stories up. She holds you against her front as she reaches out to grab something that you can’t be bothered to care about.

She leans against it so she can have a hand free to roam as she continues to thrust into your overly sensitive folds.

“Can you give me another one?”

Wanda knows that you’re close to your limit. You’re so delirious that you can’t find the words to respond to her, and you just start to grind against her hips each time she thrusts into you. You eventually nod when you hear Wanda ask you again, and she runs a hand through your hair, careful not to tug on your already sore scalp as she kisses your cheek.

“I love you, detka.”

You feel your world spin as Wanda sets you down on something while staying deep inside you. You continue to clench around her strap as her hips still while she tries to coax a response out of you. She’s a little worried about how out of it you are, but she doesn’t get to ask if you want to stop before you lean forward to rest your forehead against hers. You sigh deeply before kissing her temple and starting to rock your hips against her impatiently.

“L-love you too, Wands. One more, pl-please.”

Wanda decides that this will be your last one and she wraps an arm around you as she leans in to kiss you chastely. Her hips start to meet yours again with hard wet slaps, and you throw your head back and moan as Wanda’s mouth surrounds one nipple while her fingers tease the other.

“God, I’m gonna come. Harder, Wands.”

Wanda moans against your breast as she snaps her hips so hard, you’re shuddering against her. She pulls back so she can look at you and the sight is enough to make her come again. You’re flushed with tear-stained cheeks, and your head is thrown back as if you don’t have the strength to hold it up anymore. Your nails dig into Wanda’s arms as she makes you scream when she brings you over the edge one last time.

You can’t be sure because your head feels fuzzy, but you think you blacked out. The next thing you know you’re in a dimly lit room and you register the sound of water running. It takes you a moment to realize that you’re back in the room, the bathroom specifically and you’re in Wanda’s arms as she runs you a bath. She’s speaking but you can’t tell what she’s saying as you teeter toward  unconsciousness. Your limbs ache and you feel like deadweight as Wanda gently places you in the tub. She strips quickly so she can join you and support you as you start to stir at the feeling of the warm water around you.

“Y/n, please say something. You’re starting to scare me.”

This was a lie because the moment Wanda realized you’d passed out she panicked. She’d carried you inside, barely remembering to grab and turn off her phone as she rushed you to the bathroom. She’d been planning on doing this afterwards either way, but she was hoping it would be more relaxing than this. She’s beating herself up for pushing you too far when you start to stir. Your skin is tingly and your insides feel warm and fuzzy, but you manage to open your eyes just as your wife is getting into the tub beside you.

“Hi, Wands.”

You’re too weak to reach out and pull her toward you, so you just lean on her and hum happily as she tries to support you while turning off the water so it doesn’t overflow. She’s still worried as she watches you mumble under your breath as you fight to get your limbs working again. You manage to wrap an arm around your wife and Wanda pulls you close as you continue to wake up, slowly but surely.

“Y/n? How do you feel?"

Wanda’s anxiety is still high when you shake your head and offer her a smile. You sigh heavily and blink a couple of times as you finally return to your senses. The scent of floral soap and your wife’s body against yours makes you feel safe and relaxed.

“Perfect, Wanda. Just perfect. You’re too good for me.”

You kiss your wife’s cheek and then the corner of her mouth when you see that she’s not smiling back. She looks worried and you don’t like this at all, so you curl up as close as possible to her with a sigh.

“Are you sure you feel okay? You passed out for a bit.”

You’re nodding before Wanda even confirms your suspicions. You don’t want her to stress and you squeeze her arm before admitting that this hadn’t been all that surprising.

“I feel amazing, you’re the best wife ever. I was hoping you’d make me come so hard I pass out. Can check that off my bucket list.”

Wanda looks to you with wide eyes before she realizes that you’re serious. You kiss her neck before hiding your face in her hair that smells faintly of her shampoo. You sigh when you feel fingers run through your hair, and you smile widely when your wife presses a long kiss to your temple.

“I’m glad, detka. As long as you’re happy.”

The last sentence is almost a question and you sit up slightly so you can meet your wife’s still uncertain gaze. You reach out with only a slightly shaky hand to cup her cheek before you nod and kiss her softly.

“So happy, Wands. I’ll be happy as long as I have you.”

Masterlist

[subjectsix]

Influence and Arish, for your one word prompt? 👀

Fighting to stay awake in the silence, Arish fishes for something to fill the air. He chews the insides of his cheek as he searches for his mug in the mess of folders on the table. Jesse pushes it toward him.

"Did you know," he stars, eyebrows raised as he downs the last of his coffee. The grounds stick to the back of his teeth. "That caffeine was proven to increase sensitivity to effects from HRAs? Pope was testing it."

She stares at him from across the table, saying nothing.

"That..."

Okay. He can't help it. She's considering it too long.

"Is bullshit. But imagine."

Jesse rolls her eyes.

"Of course. If Emily really ran a study like that, I would've heard about it. You would've been the guinea pig, based on how quick you're going through our stores. If she didn't use herself."

"True," he half-laughs, exhaustion making him a little more sluggish than he'd like. He ignores the small quiver in his hand as he sets the mug back down with a plonk.

It's... whatever they call "night-time" in here now. All the day-shifters are asleep, and the lights are blissfully dim. A little too blissful, as he's been fighting to keep his eyes open for the past... whenever.

He and Jesse are filtering through reports and maps, trying to mark sections of the House as safe, recovered, dangerous, or unknown. She tried to tell him to take a break, he insisted this was his job and not hers, and she does so much anyway. She countered that so does he, so they argued until they both sat down with half the stack each. The Director and the "Interm-Head-of-Security (until someone else takes the job because I swear I'm not going to keep this even though I've proven more than qualified. As Jesse would say.)" are the perfect people to sort through it.

By his count, he's gone through three pots of coffee now. Light work, compared to some days. He'd sleep-- it's a precious commodity, and one of the only things keeping their sense of time straight (assuming the House isn't pulling some weird paranatural trickery)-- but the papers have been piling up, and its this kind of monotonous work that can save lives. It keeps Ranger teams moving forward. It keeps researchers safe as they canvas out through the cleared parts of the house. It keeps maintenance--

"Oh, shit," he stands suddenly, knees hitting the table as his chair scoots back. She flinches, alert, hand hovering over the service weapon. His now-empty mug falls and rolls across his papers.

"Sorry," he grimaces. "No, I just, I forgot I needed to verify some of the levels at the NSC, and--"

"Samuel from maintenance already handled that. He checked in with me," Jesse says. "The... what was it... pressure release--"

"Yeah. Yeah," he visibly relaxes some, righting his mug again. "He did? I never told him to-- he didn't have to do that."

"Taking a page out of your playbook, I guess," Jesse smirks.

"I... well," he shuffles his papers as he pulls the chair back in. "I'm just doing my job. I guess."

"Well, you're a good influence then. I swear more people on your teams are picking up work from each other to fill the gaps. Which, by the way, I offered to do for you. But you're knocking coffee onto all my papers."

He's too tired to come up with a quip to try and deflect the compliment.

"Sorry. Thank you," is all he manages.

"I should probably say the same," Jesse laughs. "Directorship is... not getting any easier."

"Hey, there's only room for one self-deprecating person at this table."

"Apparently not."

one word prompts

[bagalois]

100 days of productivity - 6/100

jan 22, 2025.

✔ went to class ✔ washed my dishes ✔ meal prepped! ✔ put away groceries ✔ troubleshooted an issue with my fridge to my landlord

(more under the cut - warning for very long and kind of negative)

today's the first day of classes (where i'm a student)! i'm taking combinatorics, group theory, and algebraic topology.

the profs for algtop and group theory were... okay, i guess. i dont doubt they are very knowledgeable about their field, and the lecture content was all fine and good, but the presentation i fear was not so good. my algtop professor waffled on about inconsequential things that only made sense to him for probably half of the entire lecture (random jokes and pedantic clarifications that depend entirely on your specialty that, frankly, while i understand their place, the slight difference in convention between algebraists and geometers doesn't mean very much to me as somebody who is not that familiar with either field). and the group theory prof, he spoke too quietly and the entire class could barely read his handwriting.

also, i fear that i've come down with a cold or a fever, so even though i got a lot done, i felt pretty bad all day. i felt okay this morning but i still wore a mask. another grad student asked me why i was wearing one, and i told them i was worried i got exposed to some sickness, since i was feeling under the weather.

i was started to overheat and get overstimulated just from my combo prof's voice .-. and she was the only good lecturer i had today! straightforward, concise, and had briefly humorous moments that didn't detract from the rest of the lecture.

overall i've been feeling less than great, but getting as much as i have done today makes me feel better. posting, cleaning, cooking - all these things help ground me in some semblance of reality.

(begin cw: us politics)

it's probably because i'm sick, but i can't deny that trump's inauguration -- specifically how a lot of people are panicking about it -- is weighing on me. i really hate how little i know about anything. palestine-israel was what got me to seriously think about politics for the first time. of course i remember what i learned in high school history class, and as an ethnically han chinese person i paid attention to BLM and stop asian hate, but i didn't really think critically. my history classes didn't seem relevant when i was taking them, but of course they're relevant; the history is the context for what i'm living now.

eventually i was going to grow up and fend for myself and the people i care about in this country. i never realized that somehow. i have been so naive and ignorant.

it seems that everybody else has long understood what has been going on, with everything. but now my friends are panicking and i don't know what i'm supposed to worry about or not. when news articles and social media become untrustworthy, you need to rely on yourself - your own knowledge and critical thinking. unfortunately, i forgot to do that growing up...

(acknowledgement and disclaimer) i'm in a better position than most. the fact that i'm just worried about being informed is nothing compared to the others currently losing/have lost their homes, jobs, reproductive care access, their dignity (transgender inmates being forced to detransition), etc. so i don't mean to say all this to mean i'm genuinely panicking about living in trump's america. i just have a fever and i'm more stressed than i should be about the weight of my privilege and resulting responsibility if i want to call myself an ally/leftist/whatever.

(/end cw)

in any case.... i like to finish these things on a positive note so i'll keep writing.

i have to teach tomorrow morning at 8:30am :/ last time i barely spent any time reviewing/teaching summation notation to the class. i just showed them the anatomy of the notation and did one example, but for some it's their first time seeing that, so i should be spending more time on it.

after teaching, well, i wanted to sit in on riemannian geometry but if i still feel shitty tomorrow then i might just go home... i have textbook chapters to read and review so that'll keep me occupied while im not at school.

i'm taking a couple mg of melatonin as i'm writing this sentence. i need to rest. bye~

[quillyfied]

Alright, reacting messy and all over the place to this trailer, LET’S GO:

Okay, strong opening: hooded figures (one of whom is checking his watch, which is hilarious, but the skin of the hand also looks red, so probably demons?), red background (good argument for Pride), Blitzo getting IMP out of dodge and then IMMEDIATELY crashing the van, good for you bud I’m so proud (but not as proud as I am of Moxxie chewing Blitzo out without a single “sir” thrown in there). Couldn’t begin to guess when this takes place, but since the van is crunched up later during a bit that is, I am 99% sure, Ghostfuckers, then this is probably Apology Tour. Hooded figures might not have anything to do at all with the gang running for it.

FIZZ THERE IS SUCH A THING AS A SEX TOY THAT IS TOO BIG. I’m not sure if you’ve found it but it’s close :P Lots of fun little clips, though Moxxie dodging a blue fire explosion in Lust doesn’t look good.

DHORKS AND CHERUB WORKING TOGETHER I KNEW IT I HECKING KNEW IT I’M SO MAD I NEVER MADE A POST ABOUT IT BECAUSE I’VE BEEN SO CERTAIN OF IT FOR MONTHS NOW. AAAARGH. AND I CAN’T PROVE IT!! But look at Collin, he looks so unsure compared to the other two. Poor guy. Okay, Blitzo is leaving a card of some sort in front of Agent One, and he’s using the crystal, so this is very much giving me Mastermind vibes (or even Sinsmas, if it's after the conflict and this is just Blitzo messing with them now). Humans being able to open a portal to Hell…that ain’t good!

Something coming at the gang from…looks like their office? And it’s round and spiky…could be whatever it is that’s making them go on the run, whenever that is (Apology Tour is my current guess).

CLETUS IS IRON MAN NOW.

(Listen I’ve been having visions about Blitzo being on trial for stirring up so much crap in the human world that it’s started to have repercussions in Hell so the fact that there seems to be a meeting or trial of some sort later having to do with Stolas is making me think maybe I’m a prophet. I’ll maybe explain more later in a different post but dropping it here bc it’s part of my thought process right now.)

Blitzo why did you give your fake ID such a rack and then neglect it as part of your human disguise XD I’m disappointed in you, babe. I’m also wondering what in the unholy hell a demon wants with a haunted house on Earth (and if that’s Leviathan like many people have been speculating, what is A DEADLY SIN doing in a HAUNTED HOUSE on EARTH???). (Also that is the single most awkward angle of Blitzo of all time, why on earth is he wearing white leggings because if he was naked we would be seeing some pixelation here…unless imps can retract their junk, which I’m open to.)

Ooh, quick shot of Loona operating a machine gun in Lust! Nice! (Hey quick Q where’s Blitzo in all of this??)

Helloooooo, Vassago! Excited to meet you! Really looks like there’s some sort of trial or meeting in Pride and Stolas might be either the topic of discussion or literally on trial, and it wouldn’t surprise me at all to have Andrealphus trying to get Stolas demoted or something similar without Stolas even being there. So Vassago actually wanting him present looks good on him for now. But this is a trailer, things can be misleading, but anyone who looks that fed up when dealing with Andrealphus can’t be all that bad :P Thinking this is also during Mastermind, or possibly Sinsmas.

Okay, first really significant shot I’m noticing of short-sleeve Blitzo makes me think it might be Full Moon, because he’s sort of off to the side while the focus is on Stolas talking about how this transactional thing between them isn’t right anymore. Though. Hmm. Stolas is in full regalia for this. And there’s a shot later of short-sleeve Blitzo trying to go for Stolas’ hand and winding up outside (portal? Didn’t seem like it) and Stolas is in his robe when that happens. Musical number with metaphorical sequences? I am jumping in here to correct myself bc I forgot that Stolas’ fancy cloak and romper are both red. Heck. Why does this show only have two colors XD

Sun/moon seems to be during Apology Tour, if that’s when Stolas and Verosika are on a stage together.

And short-sleeve Blitzo with a Dankee Candle, good on you man XD (that’s been one of the more compelling arguments for short-sleeve Blitzo being during Sinsmas, not Full Moon, because gift-giving, but the bits of deep conversation that keep happening with Blitzo in short sleeves sound very much like a conversation that needs to happen during Full Moon and I can’t imagine they’ll wait an entire season for it).

Now the heart-rending bit that’s definitely during a musical number with kiddo Stolitz and then grownup Stolitz, currently voiced over that heart-stabbing “you think you can toy with our feelings because we’re smaller and less important” monologe from Blitzo, it’s FINE I’M FINE (Though…looking really closely…I am not sure if that’s when that monologue occurs? The mouth movements ever so slightly don’t match up. But animation technically has some leeway when it comes to that kind of thing.)

OKAY CALLING IT NOW, TEEN BLITZO AND TILLA SCENE IS DURING GHOSTFUCKERS. I don’t even think it’s a flashback, I just think Blitzo’s brain is being fucked with and he’s seeing his mom and visually reverting back to a teenager. The carpet behind Blitzo and the lighting are mostly what I’m basing this on. Also how fucked up would it be if Blitzo sees a ghost of his mom only for it to reflect his internal monologue about how terrible he is back at him, amirite :P

Okay sassy short-robe Stolas is Apology Tour, calling it now; he and Blitzo have “we’re about to hatefuck” energy off the charts and Stolas in particular is being so bitchy and petty-looking. And angry. And kinda sad. Am I ready for their breakup era to be full of bickering? Yes. Yes I am. I’m also skeptical that the smile that’s on Blitzo’s face during Stolas’ sarcastic little bow is going to be the expression on his face when the episode comes out, but I’m ready to be surprised.

HELLOOOOOO NURSE! YES TODAY SATAN! (Deeply curious about who’s the disgrace, have a current bet going on whether it’s Ozzie or possibly even Stolas, but I could be pleasantly surprised and it’s Mammon :P) Pretty sure the trial/meeting is happening during Sinsmas, actually, it would be too funny to call an episode that when introducing a new Sin. Also short moment to appreciate that Mammon brings fidgets to meetings, of course he does. My guy. My dude. Also his reaction is what makes me think Satan is talking to Ozzie, because Mammon would have no reason to look that gleeful at anyone but Ozzie.

WHERE DID BLITZO GET THAT SWORD THO. (AND ALSO HOW BADLY IS IT ACTUALLY GONNA FUCK UP ANDREALPHUS’ WHOLE DAY BECAUSE THAT’S DEFINITELY ANDREALPHUS ABOUT TO COME DOWN ON THEM LIKE A SACK OF FROZEN HAMMERS) Blitzo trying to protect Stolas, kill me ;A; Stolas looks like he’s in regalia, though sans cloak or hat…why is he at Andrealphus’ place, and why is it looking like he can’t fight back? Stripped of his powers, maybe? Anyway this is Sinsmas, no doubt about it, it’s got season finale energy.

If the haunted house guy is actually Leviathan, I have SO MANY QUESTIONS.

Why is IMP in Lust getting attacked by CHERUB/DHORKS? I have more questions.

“Everyone’s shitty, we live in Hell!” Valid, but also, cop-out.

I’m very curious about what is making Blitzo make that face, because it’s not the cake; it looks like Verosika is cutting it but then she’s also sitting next to him on the railing where he’s sitting, so…? Anyway, it’s Apology Tour, and can I just say how EXCITED I am to get to know more about what happened with Blitzo and Verosika and maybe see some closure for them both on that front? Because YIKES their dynamic means there is a good, juicy story behind it. But also, Blitzo why are you wearing a bloodstained sheet?? (Presumably to sneak around but why did he choose THAT OBJECT, is really my question.)

Millie fighting possibly possessed Blitzo and what appears to be a flashback to Millie and Blitzo’s first fight (could be a time skip but it makes more sense for it to be a flashback given Millie’s hair and Blitzo’s fashion) (side note but dammit why are they both so hot) let me know something new about myself, and it’s how very, very much I want to see Millie and Blitzo kicking the crap out of each other XD Blitzo and Moxxie got to spill their guts in a drug-induced hallucination; I want Blitzo and Millie to fight each other bloody. They’re bonding and sharing deep intimate feelings, guys :P

And the Millie voiceover where she’s telling Blitzo how much he takes from others? Probably during whatever weird hallucination (PLEASE be a hallucination) involves Millie with tied wrists, a branch in her hair, and a ton of glass sticking out of her eye. Ghostfuckers, perhaps? Would make the most sense but how much stuff could that episode POSSIBLY have, oh my word.

(Short-sleeved Blitzo dropping a ton of paperwork on Moxxie also makes me think that’s his date outfit for Full Moon; can’t do this mountain of paperwork, sorry Mox, he has a daaaaate)

Panning to Verosika at the part when she gets to “and leave them worse than when you found them” holy HELL

“Do you feel any remorse for the things you do” yeah somehow I think that’s aimed at Blitzo, y’all. Just from what we’ve seen of Stolas in that particular robe and his general expressions and actions that whole time, and the fact that he seems to be talking to Blitzo (if not an imagining of Blitzo) the whole time. But it panning to Andrealphus about to go super Saiyan does make me laugh super hard actually (bc NO THAT BITCH DOES NOT).

ENTIRE MOMENT OF BREATHLESS SILENCE FOR OCTAVIA CALLING STOLAS OUT. It’s been so complexly beautiful to watch this show not shy away from how much self-hatred and low self-worth hurts loved ones too, and especially to watch that play out with how Octavia and Stolas’ relationship is changing and hurting from Stolas himself changing and hurting, but to have it called out so bluntly really makes me wonder what in the high holy heck is about to happen and when this conversation takes place. I have a horror that it’s during Mastermind or whenever the trial/meeting is, because perhaps Andrealphus and Stella manage to turn Via on Stolas and tell her that whatever is about to happen to Stolas is deserved or for the best, but. Uh. Hmm. Hmmmm. (Because all of Stolas’ power and possessions passing to Via doesn’t mean that Via is old enough or prepared for them and giving them to her would put all that power somewhere that is potentially much easier to manipulate/control, but I have a lot of thoughts about how Stella feels about Via and how that colors how Andrealphus treads around the subject of Via when talking to Stella about her and it’s not for this trailer reaction.)

(Apology Tour involving not just apologizing to Verosika, but to Stolas, too? I can only hope, though it’ll be far from simple; I don’t think Stolitz is going to sort out their issues and get together fully this season, but I’m hoping for some steps.)

(Also PLEASE can we get some Stella development that maybe sheds some dimension on her spoiled brat personality)

VIA SONG VIA SONG VIA SONG VIA SONG (maybe about her own magic and her life and how it all kinda fell apart so fast even as she’s growing up so fast poor girl)

Pretty sure the mirrors shattering thing is happening during the Stolas Apology Tour song, but we’ll see. Gosh there’s gonna be a lot of songs this half of the season.

Millie getting a short is such a good thing for her as a character, but I also love that she’s getting an episode with Blitzo, because out of everyone at IMP, I’ve been waiting for her to be the one that Blitzo has a major breakdown in front of; seems like Ghostfuckers is going to give me my wish! I don’t think she’s gonna coddle him or be overly sweet about it, but I do think she has a way of getting through to him and handling him in a way he wouldn’t let Moxxie do and couldn’t handle Loona doing either. Tough love but sweet? Idk man. Unless this is the moment he starts getting possessed. Who knows.

I am SO CURIOUS about who is going through the movie of Blitzo’s past traumas where he ruins the lives of everyone he loves; I’ve heard speculation that it’s haunted house dude, which would match up with Blitzo having a nervous breakdown in Ghostfuckers, but I dunno.

Oh that soft Blitzo look from under the bloodstained sheet. Oh that happy smiling Stolas that I’m now more convinced is taking place in the same general episode, if not sequentially after each other like that. Blitzo goes from looking so miserable to maybe looking more hopeful. Or perhaps yearning. I’m not sure how to interpret the expression, it’s just really heart-wrenching okay. And Stolas is wearing the same outfit as he is when he’s onstage with Verosika so what even IS this episode.

The very businesslike way Stolas says “Thank you, Blitzo” before he softens up makes me think THAT is what’s gonna finish up the Full Moon argument, but it does make me wonder what on earth Blitzo says that gets Stolas acting the way he does in potentially the very next episode.

Overall it’s a well-produced trailer that I’m sure we’re all going to be dissecting frame by frame for a long time! Whee!

[v4mpyinred]

Very few things in fiction can get me to go on a insanely mad rant like the post-Shido's palace scene in P5. That scene pisses me off every time i think about it, and I swear I lose braincells every time i see people defending it because im so completely baffled by it.

Now, at an ungodly hour of the night, I will rant about the scene and Ryuji Sakamoto to whoever will listen (this is not a structured essay or anything. I'm just typing shit. this isnt serious rant at all either plz dont take me seriously LOL...Just ignore how gotten up and paced around my room ranting to myself 50 times in the writing of this.)

(p5 & p3 spoilers below.)

The main defense I see is people just going: "it's slapstick" as if I'm supposed to care about that. Shoot, it being slapstick isn't even the issue I, or most people. have with the scene. Slapstick can work in any other time...I guess. But I just don't understand why they'd bother doing that after such a serious moment??

The one thing that irks me about P5 is how unserious it can be sometimes. I mean, you literally have one of the coolest and more emotional scenes in the game, after such a climactic moment (getting rid of Shido's palace. Aka: what the Phantom Thives view as their final mission. Their biggest target yet), only to ruin it with a shitty slapstick scene. From a story perspective, that could've been such a heartwarming moment for the cast to share their love for Ryuji, or go over the themes of the game, or I dunno...TALK ABOUT THE HUGE MISSION THEY JUST ACCOMPLISHED!?!?...yet Atlus chose this of all things? I just don't understand 😭 it's not about it being a silly Japanese slapstick trope, it's about the time to use said trope (besides, tropes can be overused and unfunny.)

And then there's people acting like it was just a little slap or something. I think people forgot how the scene goes down, cuz they beat Ryuji's ass man 😭like GAH DAYUM... and then left him unconscious on the ground and simply walked away!?? The unconscious part made me soooo uncomfortable when I watched it. I don't think most people would've cared if it was just a slap at all.

(apparently this scene was supposed to be worse and actually show everyone beating his ass. smh)

Yeah, the pure tonal whiplash I got from that scene still upsets me 3 years later. I remember crying thinking they killed my favorite character off, only for them to pull.....that.

Personally, I always compare it to Junpei's "death" in P3, because it's the only way I can even begin to formulate my thoughts here. Both Ryuji & Junpei are similar in personality and have a kinda similar dynamic with the rest of the cast. But unlike Ryuji, Junpei is respected by the plot, and the plot of P3 as a whole is pretty grounded & serious. So when Junpei ends up "dying" in a similar sacrificial way, it ends up being this big character development moment for him, as well as one of the best scenes in the game. They even show SEES feeling sad about everything going on, and encouraging him after the fact (the chidori sketchbook scene 😭💜)

So when people defend the Shido's palace scene, I'm just like...could you imagine if after Junpei was shot, Chidori revives him and then her and Yukari beat his ass for bothering to protect Chidori 😭 And then all of SEES joins and just leaves his lifeless body there. Whatever happened after Shido's palace would never happen in P3. I freaking WISH Ryuji got that big moment to shine or like...half the character development Junpei did ugh.

In fact, I think Ryuji would've really benefited from a similar arc like Junpei. Not necessarily word for word, girlfriend dying in his arms vibes...But honestly, Ryuji has gone through a lot. He's also tolerated and forgiven a lot of crap from people who've only strived to hurt him. I could see him having a lot of self esteem issues and maybe people pleasing tendencies, due to how he's been treated for sticking up for himself in a world that just wants him to shut up and take it. Ryuji growing past that would fit perfectly with P5's themes about choosing your own path, not doing what's expected of you, or not sitting quiet & being ok with how you're being treated by people in power.

Showing him being celebrated for saving his friends' life could also show how he's found people who accept who he is, and how he doesn't need to change himself for anyone else. And overall, it'd be such a heartwarming bonding moment that the Thieves deserved after dealing with so much that month.

But why do anything that makes sense, when you can have Ryuji get beat up by his friends and soil what should've been a climactic part of the game.

(it's been 3 years since i've played p5 in full i kinda forgot everything, but I think his social link kinda addresses the insecurities and stuff i listed there. but like...idk i think P5 fanfic & p3 spoiled me with the character development vibes cuz GUH I NEED MORE GAME. I know Ryuji does have development, despite what ppl who weren't paying attention say & I think he's the best character in the game...but ough...moreee)

Sigh, I don't wanna sound like one of those Ryuji fans that infantilize the hell out of him and can't bear anything that isn't sunshine and rainbows involving him. The other random slapstick never bothered me and I find those people annoying since I adore Ryuji AND his flaws (big fan of my faves suffering as well despite this essay LMAO). But c'mon man 😭😭😭I agree that my boy deserved better than that

Regardless if you found the scene funny or not that deep, surely we can all agree that it's still weird tonal whiplash and a missed opportunity for legit...any other thing that could be interesting for the plot!? I dunno. I just think that scene is really bad from a writing perspective. And the amount of missed opportunities there with Ryuji & and the plot itself pains me...

[leviathans-watching]

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*NOT CLICKBAIT!!!* when asmo learns that you, the newest exchange student has a youtube account and following somewhat comparable to his own, he decided right then and there not to like you. however, after an unfortunate (and misleading) exchange goes viral, he has no choice but to fake date you in order to save face. will asmo crush you and put you into place like you deserve? or are those funny feelings in his stomach not hate, like he had thought? like, subscribe, and maybe fall in love (with this smau) to find out!!

you know when asmodeus arrives by the way those remaining in the classroom break out into hushed chatter, followed by excited glances sent your way. gritting your teeth, you finish packing and sling your bag over your shoulder.

“hey,” asmodeus greets you from the doorway as you walk over to him, and really, could he sound any more enthusiastic?

“hey!” you force a smile. “how was your day?”

“it was good. yours?”

you know neither of you care about the answers. you’re only trying to keep up appearances. the ‘pleasant’ conversation lasts until you exit rad, and once you reach the parking lot, asmodeus steps a bit away from you, putting some space in between your shoulders.

“i meant to ask,” you begin. “how’d you know which class was mine? i forgot to tell you what my last period of the day was.”

he stiffens, then shrugs. “i don’t know, i guess i must have overhead someone say it. i swear, when everybody should be talking about me, they’re only talking about you. it’s honestly ridiculous!”

“someone’s jealous.”

the look you get is scathing. “i can’t believe i have to do this,” he groans, tapping something out on his phone. probably a tweet or something, knowing him. “you really should make some friends.”

“i have friends, thank you,” you reply frostily. “they’re just busy. and don’t act like this wasn’t your fault in the first place.”

“how is this my fault? you’re the one who needed to go shopping?”

“and you’re the one who wanted to ask me out.” your tone is sickly sweet.

“whatever,” he scoffs. “i told you you should just have ordered it online.”

“and i told you, it needs to fit my brand. i figured you, of all people, would understand the need to make content off of this.” too busy rolling your eyes, you don’t notice the car pulling out from its space until asmo’s yanking you back, a hand on your arm.

“i swear,” he says disgustedly, “some of these drivers need their freaking license revoked. i almost get hit in this lot all of the time.”

you laugh, a little nervously. “i’ll have to keep that in mind. thanks, i guess. turning into a human pancake wouldn’t have been a good start to the year.”

your words bring a small, non-sarcastic smile to his lips, and you’re stunned by how normal he looks. one could even call him handsome.

not you, though.

he catches himself quickly, flipping his hair with a sigh. “please, the car wasn’t going that fast. you’re so dramatic. oh look, there’s satan.”

you follow his gaze to a nicer car that’s already running. asmodeus wastes no time getting into the passenger seat, leaving you to climb in the back.

“hello,” you chirp, examining satan. “thanks so much for the ride! i really appreciate it.”

“hello,” he says pleasantly. “it’s nice to meet you. and it’s no trouble at all, especially since i hear you’re being so kind as to buy me dinner in exchange.”

damn asmodeus.

“yep! gotta show my gratitude, right?”

he chuckles, shakes his head, and reverses out of the parking space. “well, i’m looking forward to it. i can’t wait to get to know you better. i’ve heard so much about you through asmo.”

“all good things, i’m sure,” you reply drily.

“satan,” asmodeus hisses, slapping his brother in the arm. “don’t you dare.”

“dare what?” satan asks, flashing you a mischievous look in the rearview mirror. “i’m just getting to know your partner. and doing my duty as an ambassador of the demon realm. nothing more, nothing less.”

“yeah,” you put in. “at least somebody’s showing me a modicum of politeness.”

“introducing the two of you was a mistake,” asmodeus says, sinking down in his seat. “and satan, you know damn well that they’re not my partner. so don’t be a prick.”

“i’m afraid i don’t know what you mean,” satan says cooly, and you realize you might be in for a night of brotherly arguing. oh, yay.

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[thewebcomicsreview]

Homestuck 2 updated, and thank Christ there's an option to skip to the chapter select this time. Let's see what we got

Year Four. Presumably we're doing 20-odd years total to make Vriska middle aged like everyone else, though I wonder how this'll read archivally when you can select the chapters out of order. Vriska is now ~20 years old, talking with Nannasprite.

I presume "Her" is going to be Terezi, but I'm actually a little mad we're skipping over the Eridan/Vriska part, if only because I think the entire fandom forgot Eridan and Vriska dated.

I wasn't sure what I expected from Homestuck 2 today, but it wasn't "Vriska and Jane talk about pregnancy".

You know, that's kind of an interesting angle. Nanna was raised by the Condesce and then her "brother" ran away to become an Englishman.

Is that :B the first instance of Nanna doing a Jane quirk thing? They are the same person, after all, so I guess it makes sense. Speaking of offscreen conversations I'd like to have seen, Jane meeting Nannasprite would've been cool to actually see. I suspect this whole conversation is setting up to contrast Nannasprite with Candy!Jane to try and figure out how one became the other.

Oh, wait, hold on. This whole thing is Vriska's character arc condensed, so I think what they're really getting at is connecting "maternal instincts" or whatever to Vriska's long-established habit of trying to make her lame friends into hobbies. Is that the connecting throughline here? Vriska just wants to be a human mom?

What a weird angle to take here, comparing Jane vs Nanna as a not-super-subtle metaphor for Thief of Light vs Normal Kid Vriska.

Nanna Egbert says to touch grass.

Also, I get that Nanna's husband isn't relevant to anything but the more she talks about her decision to give up ideas of revenge and start a family the more notable it is that she never mentions him. Maybe Dad Egbert was created in a lab and that's why he's the same in both timelines.

Anyway, moving on to Mindfang's journal. I'd completely forgotten that was the item for this chapter.

Oh, interesting. Why is there a crack in reality here? I guess it's supposed to be a spiderweb, but it's got that hole in the middle like the cracks in Paradox Space. I thought this was (Vriska) for a minute.

Also interesting, Mindfang doesn't have a "Mindfang:" in front of her text, the words just appear, like when Dirk or Al control the story directly. Mindfang, or more specifically her journal, is the destiny Vriska's been chasing, so I guess this makes sense as a followup to the Nannasprite conversation. Vriska can never be well-adjusuted until she stops treating pirate fanfiction as a religious text.

Uh. Is Mindfang being combined with Spidermom or what the hell?

Well, that was answered quick.

Oh, this Janus design is pretty sick.

Ah. Okay. I see. Vriska was talking to Nanna about why Nanna became a mom, and this conversation is helping her realize how abusive and shitty both of her own mother figures were.

These sprites are fantastic.

There's not a lot to line-by-line analyze here, the basic gist is that Vriska, like Nanna, abandons her desire for either reconciliation from or revenge towards her abusive mom and just quits. This is the update where you can most feel that James Roach worked on Stephen Universe, but I mean that in a good way. A decent update.

[lynnuvo]

˗ˏˋ Picture Perfect 📸 ˎˊ˗

Characters: Tomoko Aimi (Commissioner's OC), Mami Tomoe, Homura Akemi, & Madoka Kaname

𝐼̲𝑛̲ 𝑤̲ℎ̲𝑖̲𝑐̲ℎ̲ 𝑡̲ℎ̲𝑒̲ 𝑃̲𝑟̲𝑒̲-̲𝑇̲𝑖̲𝑚̲𝑒̲ 𝑄̲𝑢̲𝑎̲𝑑̲ 𝑆̲ℎ̲𝑎̲𝑟̲𝑒̲𝑠̲ 𝑎̲ 𝐶̲𝑢̲𝑡̲𝑒̲ 𝑀̲𝑜̲𝑚̲𝑒̲𝑛̲𝑡̲

It's been a little over two weeks since Tomoko Aimi became friends with Mami Tomoe, Homura Akemi, & Madoka Kaname. Although time sounded little when on paper, their friendship went further than some outsiders could have guessed.

While celebrating another victory against a witch, Mami--the oldest of the quad--felt her heart warm. The happiness she felt now compared to before she met the three was extraordinarily greater.

Homura muttered something about how impressive Madoka's final shot was. Of course, Madoka squeezed her into a hug and showered her with praise. Mami always felt the two had a special connection—one a consistent motivator & the other a determined admirer. The blush that spread across Homura’s face never ceased when Madoka talked with her. Mami sighed in content.

Oh! I should take a pic! I can’t believe I almost forgot phones existed!

Mami pulled out her phone, opened her camera, & panned it to her three companions.

“You’re just so cool, Madoka-san,” Homura chuckled. “I hope I can think of a wish great enough to be worthy of the skills you have.”

“You flatter me too much!” the pink-haired girl scolded with lack of a true lesson. “I know you’ll do great, no matter what wish you make.”

Tomoko jumped between them and threw her arms around the two. “Yeah! Once we make our wish, Homura-san, we’ll be the best of the best!”

Homura laughed. "Absolutely."

CLICK!

The three girls lifted their gaze to Mami, who chuckled and showed them the picture that was just taken: Homura, Tomoko, and Madoka leaned towards each other lively conversation. Mami brought the phone closer for a better view, and they all gushed at how cute it was.

"Mami-san, can you send it to me pretty pretty please?" Tomoko begged with her hands clasped in front of her. "I can use the printer at school to print it and frame it on my wall at home!"

"Aww, that's so sweet! Of course you can!" Mami replied with a light-hearted smile and a nod as she clicked buttons on her phone. "You guys are too adorable. I wish I could shrink you all up and stuff you all in my pockets for safe-keeping."

Everyone else might have thought it was a joke, but it was a genuine wish. With their lives at stake so often, it was only a matter of time before something would shake their routine. She certainly hoped for whatever it is to delay itself for as long as possible. Mami only wanted the best for her girls.

[catnamedd0g]

Growing The Freak Up.

I’ve been thinking a lot recently (actually probably too much, been rambling an awful lot on close friends stories, sorry). I try to archive things but I'm so keen on knowing whether or not someone agrees and likes the stories so I can feel a little bit like a super girl genius who’s like, super in tune with everything and has a lot of insight.. Anyway a lot of turmoil in my life. I've been extremely caught up in very negative feelings when it comes to things like being a girl and how differently men and women are socialized cause like, can we not all be friends? Fundamentally that’s never gonna work though (sorry not sorry).´

I remember spending hours almost crying over tiktok dm’s with my friend Iliana over (some) men and their strange inability to form meaningful connections, I mean, maybe this is all nonsense and I’m actually like, super wrong and if that’s the case I’ve horribly misread every situation in the universe. But if you think like… for example, (I have a younger brother and we were raised in the same house :0) girls are raised in a way that teaches them to nurture. The baby dolls and the kitchens and the Barbies. We are taught to care for and love things, even inanimate. Compare that to little boys and their trucks and cars and all the things they used that go smash smash smash, they're not really taught to care for and love things the way we are. I guess we never really stop nurturing and they never really stop disregarding. And maybe that’s why when they are unresponsive, like the baby dolls I loved so much, I just keep loving and feeding and clothing them (they don’t even need it!). I forgot where I read this. I didn't make it up but it’s been greatly saddening me recently. Whatever, this isn’t a deep dive into manhood cause I'm not a man and I don't really care for reading about them… 

Everything managed to simultaneously clear up and get ten times harder when I realized there was more to life than stolen cigarettes and boys who don’t care if you live or die. Maybe I'm just finally becoming my own entity. I used to not be able to go more than like two days without seeing someone. I guess I got really used to searching for myself in other people cause I was too afraid to get to know myself. But It’s just always so disappointing. And maybe that’s how I feel every time I try to get to know myself too.

Not to be all nihilistic or anything. Being a girl is so hard and no one ever tells you how. Also, can we talk about how uncomfortable developing into a woman is?? Everybody lies all the time. It did not feel like ‘blossoming’, it felt like being ripped out of the womb all over again. It felt like being torn off a glue trap, adolescence n girlhood clinging on to you and tearing your limbs and fur off but now you're free! I don’t think I’ll ever get the sticky residue off though. And maybe I don't want to wash it off. I’ve found myself clinging onto ‘girlhood’ like a dead baby I carry in my womb that I refuse to push out, and if I ever do decide to expel it I don't think I'd ever cut the umbilical cord. I'd rather be maimed than be considered a woman. Like, a woman. A grown woman with thoughts and feelings and boobs and a brain. Didn’t even really like the idea of being a young lady. Maybe I just hate that I can't hide behind willful naivety anymore. But no amount of starving or ruminating is gonna keep me nubile forever.

Man makes plans and God laughs .

I don't really have much more to say and I've gotten sick of reading these words over and over again. hope u enjoyed close friends rant long form edition :P

[danieyells]

Normally, to me, the thought of free use is kinda scary. Definitely wouldn't do it irl cause um. Yeah lmao. I am too shy and insecure and chicken for that sort of thing. However, I am a Towa liker. And we kinda know how he is: he does whatever he likes whenever he feels like it and no one can stop him (unless it's maybe Haru. Maybe.) So like, I would not mind letting him use me whenever he feels like it, even if it's in a public space :') (same goes for Haru, but that poor man rarely has any time to do what he wants sadly).

It's okay to be into ideas just as fantasies! Nothing wrong with exploring something in the safety of your own imagination!

And, yeah, I can absolutely see Towa just. Deciding when it's time to fuck, no matter where or when you are. Like yes there are times where he understands 'maybe this should wait' like if you're on a dangerous mission or something but for the most part Towa sees life so casually. Towa having little to no awareness of 'that's inappropriate in public' or simply not caring and wanting it now so I guess your pants are going down and he's rubbing his dick between your thighs in front of the main building. Yes, there are people here, what about them? This isn't about them, this is about that it's hard to do anything when his dick is hard and you're very good at fixing that.

Towa does listen, especially to the PC sometimes, so I think if you were really clearly upset about him trying to take off your clothes in front of half the campus he'd stop if you provided an explanation he approved of or you seemed desperate enough. But like once you're out of the situation it's fine, right? You're all in the auditorium but if he makes you stay behind with him and everybody leaves and you're alone in there now is fine, right? You can't complain about other people because you're alone so???? Time for sex! Nope, no more excuses, spread your legs before he spreads em for you!

Towa is often very selfish I think--but also he wants you to enjoy things, so he'd make sure you feel good too! He's not even aware of that you feel insecure--you seem nervous so he tries to help you relax by going kind of slow and focusing on you more than himself. You keep putting your arms in the way which is kind of annoying, so he's going to have to hold your wrists, but he is very good at using his mouth, so no worries there! Also he only needs one hand to hold you, you'reweak compared to him after all. But one hand and his mouth is more than enough for what he's after! Plants and animals mate outside, why can't you? It's natural! And also he wants it! He doesn't care if people are looking. They don't mean anything to him unless they try and touch you or stop him. This is about him and you right now.

(On the other hand, he might show off. I mean why wouldn't he? He has you. Even if you feel shy and insecure, he doesn't have to feel shy and insecure about you--on the contrary, maybe he'll hold you up so everyone can see! This is his human! His beautiful and beloved human who makes him feel good and whom he makes feel good! He gets to kiss you and hold you and strip you and touch you and taste you and do things to you that no one else does (except Haru) whenever he wants! And you get to be the same with him! Other people are going to see? Good! Maybe they'll leave you alone then and he can have you all to himself and Haru!! It doesn't matter if they watch as long as they don't get in the way.)

And once he's done he'll clean you up with his mouth and put your clothes back together and cuddle you all the way back to. . .whatever you were doing. Probably wasn't as important as his boner was because he forgot!

You are both later scolded for indecent exposure. And being reminded of it(oh god there's security camera footage oh god it's on wickhive oh god your phones are blowing up with texts and calls) just kind of makes Towa excited again but he does have some situational awareness. . .but only enough to grab your hand and press it against the growing bulge in his pants. Maybe he'll sneak his hand in your pants too. He'll pout while he's scolded and sulk even more if you don't wanna play right now, but that just means that once you're out of the office it's back to messing around! Okay, sure, maybe you can go in a bathroom or classroom or closet or something first since you just got scolded, fine! As long as it's now!

[irish-urn]

Battle of the Bands

I can't help it, I adore Sheldon. I am a Schleppette.

Sam, being the realist to Derek's dreams. I do like that Derek needs a right hand man to remind him of, like, reality.

Sheldon wants to be liked by Derek SO BAD. I cannot blame him. Also, Casey looked SO PRETTY just then and I cannot blame Sam for being sad.

I can't believe they're actually practicing in front of the family. I already have second-hand embarrassment. Although, I guess this is what starts LWL Derek's career, huh?

he's not the absolute worst but it's not great.

"Yeah it was awesome when you all stopped playing." Lizzie, I adore you.

(I forgot how cute Ralph is??? DOES HE HAVE PIERCED EARS???)

Derek's little offended nostril flare when Casey says they're awful. What a drama bean. And now he doesn't want to sing because he's self conscious WHAT A LITTLE SOOK.

HE REALLY CAN'T USE CHOPSTICKS. THAT'S KICKING HIM WHEN HE'S DOWN.

EDWIN AS THEIR MANAGER IS THE BEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN.

POOR DEREK. he just wants a cool band to remind people that he's still cool after the DISASTER that was Class President elections. And his family is unsupportive, his friends are distracted, and his only choice... Is Casey. Who makes his life incredibly difficult AND DEFINITELY ISN'T COOL.

Lizzie I adore you playing Casey's agent. THEY HAVE CONTRACTS. WHAT LOSERS.

I love Ralph. He is loving watching Derek and Casey fight. Sam is used to this show and is just happy to munch. I respect you, Sam Richards.

Lizzie is the MVP of the episode.

IT'S SO SLOW. I CANNOT HANDLE THIS. IT WAS A BAD SONG.

I adore Paul. So much. He's so good at his job.

Aw dude. Derek you look so scared. And Casey wants so badly to do the right thing whatever that is.

Derek's FACE. HIS FACE. I always thought he was checking her out, but I think it's more SUCH RELIEF. He was absolutely terrified. He was Puking. He thought he was just going to be a screw up again, but this time in front of the whole school and Casey SAVED HIM. CASEY SAVED HIS BUTT.

This is even worse than finding her hot. This includes FEELINGS.

🎶Sheldon you're a star🎶 Your song is no better or worse than D-Rock's.

I really wanna know who did Derek's makeup. Marti? Maybe?

Okay, I need to take a moment to talk about how well they handled the Sam and Casey thing. They both obviously just... Genuinely like each other as people, even if they know they don't work as a couple. But there's a lot of awkwardness and bruised feelings, but they WANT to be friends. And I'm so proud of both of them for talking it out.

I also love how, at the end, Derek and Casey are just chatting and talking like equals, like friends, both annoyed that they lost to Sheldon because they are incredibly competitive, but neither blaming the other because they know they did their best. And then them both getting the hell out of lame-ass dodge and the family jam session... Like: it's a glimpse of what they COULD be.

also, was it just me, or did the camera angles make Derek VERY tall compared to Casey in this episode? Sometimes they have them look almost the same height, putting them at the same level, but there were quite a few scenes where their 5-inch height difference was VERY CLEAR. I don't know what that means, but it means something... A reminder? That this is Derek's thing, not Casey? Hm... Something to think about.

[sourbinnie]

4:18

je t'attends là sous la pluie | san x gn!reader fluff | on s'est plu comme si c'était écrit

a/n: i took french for three months and this is all i got ok, also i'm sorry about the short imagines (more like thoughts) i've been busy studying and you know dozing off.

i could see a figure through the curtain. it caught my attention all of the sudden as i was spacing out and not being able to focus on my book at all. as nice as french literature was, i sometimes dozed off to other planets where i imagined myself in different scenarios. but right now all my focus was somewhere else and it was my curtain to my house. there was no one home and i was the only one who could see it, curiosity killed the cat, some would say but i was tempted to move the curtain out of the way and just see what it was all about.

i could also hear some mumbling, a familiar voice invaded my ears but i could not place who it was. i decided to end the doubting cycle as i placed my hand on the handle at the door and sighed to myself 'cause this could be the most awkward thing i ever would have to witness. what if it was just some stranger looking at my house? or the mailman? or whatever (y/n) don't open the door, don't-.

"(y/n)? so this is your house?" i heard as soon as i opened the door and if the butterflies weren't there before, they sure as hell were present now. in all of it's glory there stood san and i could not do this today but then i realized it was raining so my first instinct was to grab the umbrella that we left hanging at the door and open it to talk to him outside. "you're so considerate, i totally forgot it was going to rain today."

considerate, i can't believe i was gonna blush because of this.

"what are you doing here? you're gonna catch a cold!" i said and if i didn't sound like a mother before when i was working in kq, i sure did now. that's exactly how we met, i used to be one of their managers but the future had other plans for me and i had to move to another company, separating me from my favorite boys and from my long time crush choi san. i know! it's so cliche but i do not write the story.

"i don't really care if i do, i'm on break right now and i needed to see you. it's been so long." he said smiling and oh god the dimples, the death of me every time i saw them. i smiled back trying not to make a fool of myself but you know how it is with nervousness around people you like. 

"it has! let's go for a walk?" i said, clearly not thinking straight because you know the rain. but to my surprise he took my hand and led me on as a sign of approval, fingers meeting each other as i took in how his hand was so big compared to mine. why the hell was i thinking that right now? and why was he holding my hand? either way i was gonna enjoy the feeling while it lasted.

"so what have you been up to? a new comeback on the way?" i asked curiously even though i already knew the answer. it was literally everywhere, on my feed, on the street, every single part of the country knew about the ateez comeback and if they didn't they lived under a rock. 

"yeah i'm enjoying my last days before the promotions." he said and i could see those dimples again, it literally melted my heart to see him so happy. "how's the new job? well i mean company."

"it's good, it pays good and the groups are really nice but they don't compare to you guys." i said which brought him to squeeze my hand a little tighter and if this what it was like to actually fall in love in such a pretty way then i don't know what i was gonna do. he was holding the umbrella to cover me more than him and we walked in such a safe & sound way that every step i fell a bit harder for the man i was right now. "i just miss what i had, i was used to it but i guess i'll have to adapt myself to the new life i have someday."

"i just wish you had stayed but i know it wasn't the right decision to hold you back like that." he said and i felt my heart leave my chest for a moment to explode because come on, if he wasn't the perfect man i don't know who else it could be. 

"i sometimes wish i had stayed too just because i miss the familiarity, the boys, the crew and mostly you." i can't believe i said that. i looked down as i couldn't face him but he just smiled brightly as he closed the umbrella slowly. pulling me closer to him and meeting me in the most perfect kiss, feeling the small drops land on my face and in my hair as my arms were wrapped around his neck instantly and the kiss deepened. i couldn't help but smile and blush at him taking initiative so suddenly and abruptly but it somehow made sense knowing it was san. it went with his personality the way he kissed with such passion but also so much love & sweetness with a hint of mint.

"i miss you every day but we can change that right? and also it won't be unprofessional to see each other since we work in different companies." he said with a cheeky grin and i just sighed as i was so fucking in love with this man as if it wasn't clear enough. i nodded but then i wondered.

"what would that make us?" i asked curiously and he shrugged, taking my hand again.

"i'll be fine with whatever label you decide because as long as i have you, i'll be happy."

[ran-orimoto]

[ Look, you have to thank @ teclajellymon if today I have remembered to post this here, because, like always, I forgot to do it yesterday at the same Ao3 publishing time and I would have probably forgotten about it forever.

Ehm, *cough*. Today I’m offering you another future Junzumi headcanon of mine in the shape of a very stupid, silly story. The essence of the matter is that I have given them a saluki hound, ok, or better, I have given Izumi a saluki hound who will eventually becomes Junpei’s as well, to his utter joy, I guess ahahah.

Why a saluki hound? Simply because they look like Izumi, I wanted an active, sportive dog for her and, most of all, they are called the singing hounds of the wind. Honestly, my first choice had been an afghan, because her appearance would have clashed even more with Junpei’s and they are the most stylish dogs I have ever seen, no lie about this ahahha. I’ve eventually found a good compromise, though, indeed, the perfect Junzumi dog because of that definition of theirs 🤣💕.

Context: We can place this story after the seamstress one, in spring. Izumi has moved in, has started her life in Venice along with Junpei, but she left a little… Furry problem behind in Japan. ]

• Liù •

People rarely claimed a man and their beloved partner were supposed to look similar, if not identical, -hell, it would have been such a scary world, if that had been true-, whereas when it came to men and their dogs, well, it was just a different story. He had heard and, recently, he had also started seeing all sorts of things, everywhere, and they wouldn’t disappear like mirages in the mist after obstinate rubs given to the lens of his sunglasses.

Therefore, he had started doing the opposite, embracing that irreparably odd reality with open arms and…And quickly regretting his choice.

Staring for too long, with too much intensity, too much curiosity . It wasn’t that ideal when it came to middle-aged women minding passers by’s business, drawn by the beauty of their dog, which, though, -better to highlight it not twice but three times!-, would never be as charming as their own.

That was objectively a bit of a stretch , in his opinion, because that Swiffer broom obediently sitting by her side wasn’t minimally comparable to his principessa . His …No, she was Izumi’s, what was he saying? It had just been a present from him and he hadn’t even been that fully convinced about her peculiar pick back then.

Whatever, in Piazza San Marco the reciprocal introduction of two furry friends, the proud echoes of refined names soon got replaced by very sharp noises. He should have glued his orbs onto the regal four-legged figure next to him, instead of focusing on the stranger’s long silhouette, on how it extraordinarily matched her pet’s.

The pigeons peacefully pecking at crumbs of bread thrown by some tourist immediately took flight at the sound of wood colliding with resistant coconut husk. He couldn’t really blame her, but he wished she hadn’t decided to use the handle of her umbrella to punish his naive irreverence. And then , icing on the cake, a chorus of annoying yapping and more powerful, -modestly speaking-, barks predictably joined the commotion, offering a musical base to a vivacious and incomprehensible ritual of curses.

This is so lovely, He had shaken his head in pain, This is so, so, so, lovely, And it really was, taken in account he hadn’t told Izumi about what he had been up to during that week off yet.

He was aware she had been too busy with her new restaurant adventure to be interested in discovering about that, about his new favourite game in which he was no one but a gentleman strolling through the streets of Venice, along with his elegant dog he didn’t share any resemblance with.

Now that he thought about it, though, every respectable detective owned a loyal companion scampering after them. Perhaps, she would look like him if he made her wear a baggy yellow raincoat.

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“I swear, you should have seen her. She had this enormous bob hardly covering her ears and it was so bloated, like a cloud. I don’t know why, but I think she might be a high school professor, even if she was speaking in a heavy dialect. I mean, a high school professor wouldn’t speak dialect like that. Especially in that way. But ok, this isn’t the point. She-“

He unwillingly arrested that blabbing of his only when Izumi placed a hand on his forehead.

“This is where it hurts?” She asked with a worried frown, her green eyes squeezed as the tips of her fingers touched the reddened spot.

“Yeah. And it hurts so much I could pass out, eh eh,” He had never been that skilled at hiding the pleasant and soothing effect any physical contact with her would provoke in every fiber of his being. Thus, his impetuous voice calmed down completely, the waves of chocolate in his eyes turned into a quiet swinging tide, his entire body abandoned itself to the miracle of her beauty…Until the gentle, impalpable wind started throwing sharp knives against him.

“Ouch!” He whined, taking some steps backwards and opening his mouth at that sudden change of mood. It had been so unpredictable and now seemed to be mirroring the shifting sky darkening outside. Her nails were so long and neatly-trimmed, so sleek, utterly perfect from the perspective of a lucky man who could hold those soft hands and observe them in bliss. However, they could also transform into the claws of an angry feline, a feral lynx and hurt without needing her to put that much effort. “What was that for?”

“ Ma io dico,” She hissed at him, her index and its minuscule weapon still raised in the air, near to the scratch they had just teased. They both were there, resting on the thumb that had helped them gain momentum. “What were you thinking…?! I have left you alone for a week, just a single week…!”

His lips protruded in a startled perplexity, he blinked twice before her scolding expression, not sure if he would find a point in coming up with a lie. Actually, there would never be one in her presence. Any attempt to hide something from her through the art of deception would get a vain result, would be an occasion to turn into a clown. It was fine to him, though, because he didn’t like the idea of telling her a fib.

“I was looking at her dachsund,” He explained with a pure externalization of sincerity and now her turn to goggle like he had before, but with even more confusion, arrived.

“At her…Dachsund?”

“Yes, her fur was all black just like her hair and she also had a very long mouth like her face. So, I was actually looking at both the dog and the woman, but I lingered on the latter for too long because, oh boy, I couldn’t believe it,” The more he talked the more it sounded like he was chatting with himself in a comical monologue, occasionally gluing his pupils to the wall of the kitchen or, -more fitting for the core of his spirit-, to a dish full of biscuits awaiting him on a drawer. He was so certain they were doing so, at least.

“Oh,” Izumi would have liked to fade at the sight of him approaching the furniture.

“And I’m still holding onto my theory it is nothing else but some weird urban legend that got way too much attention through centuries,” Only the contours of those patient delicacies finally took him to Earth and reminded him of his interlocutor. Still, Izumi understood she would be the one having to push him even more downwards, to the firm ground.

“It’s not still clear what we are exactly talking about, but what I am sure about is that I would rather have a boyfriend singing,” She managed to pull the dish away from his reach in time. “Than one barking,” And then she put it on the floor, to his puzzlement, bewilderment, utter bafflement.

“I have risked eating dog biscuits…” The realization hit home in a jiffy like a boulder fallen on him. His gaze got lost in a world where the kitchen had melted in a general nothingness. “Izumi, I have risked eating dog biscuits!” After an instant of shock, he brought himself to repeat that by adding his usual bizarre emphasis.

“Yes, you have,” She bursted in a breeze of giggles washing over his concerned expression but surpassing it, ignored. Their gusts failed at stealing his voice and chuckles through that powerful tenor register of his. “You wouldn’t have died, don’t worry. I’ve cooked them.”

“Eh…?” Joining her on the floor, he allowed his exaggerated worry to get replaced by a mixture of skepticism and soft surprise. “You can cook dog food too? You’re-“

“Don’t say that, please!” She promptly raised a palm in front of his nose, haughtily averting her gaze on purpose to make him roast on the grill. When she was sure her steak was ready, she winked at his slightly disappointed grimace. “Or better, don’t say it yet . This is my first attempt and I don’t know if she will like it. I’ve added some slices of strawberries here and there in the mixture because she adores them. Hm…” He instantly shrieked when Izumi reached out to put one of those biscuits in her mouth. Got so close to passing out when she picked another one and offered it to him, seriously proposing him to jump into her absurd sommelier experience. “Here. Taste it and tell me what you think. Is it wet or dry, in your opinion?”

“I-Izumi…! Don’t eat that stuff, c’mon,” He slipped on his backside far from her, near to biting his nails. If he had been a cat, his fur would have been rippled from his head to the tip of his tail. Observing that scene through a more entertained filter, he had to admit their interactions were really reminding him of the ones of a cat and a dog: weirdly, he was being the most reluctant, if not the most repulsed between them, whereas Izumi was the joyful dog…Doing certain kind of stuff without a care in the world.

“Aren’t you the one always telling people, My girlfriend is the most brilliant cook in the world. I would eat anything prepared by her: even, - guess,what-, dog food ?”

“I-I,” He didn’t know if he was stuttering because of her impeccable imitation of his gestures and tone or because it wasn’t her spinning fantasy that was speaking. Yes, he had, he seriously had: naively believing they would never turn up against him, he had pronounced those exact words in his confessions of endless love for her cooking. He had so many times, thousand and more. “Okay…I guess you won. There’s nothing I can do,” He sighed in defeat and extended his arm to her complacent smirk and the snack she was swinging back and forth. Next time he would have to be more careful about his hyperbolic compliments in her regards, -hyperbolic ones to the rest of the world but absolutely realistic to him-. “And after this”, He gave an uncertain glance at her before grabbing it. “Can I be the one calling her after this?”

“Hm, why not ? You two need to bond and I need to bond more with her too, after having…Abandoned her at Mamma’s and Papà’s for months…”

He knew she was still coping with persuading herself that had been the best choice she could ever do for her sake. He had tried reassuring her Liù would have suffered from a more drastic detachment from her usual life, if she had moved in at the same time Izumi had. She would have had lot of trouble adjusting without them around, spending her days alone in an unknown apartment while Izumi was too absorbed in finding her own place in the world of Venice, and he was drowning in rehearsals. It would have been kinda egoistical from their part, so Izumi’s parents had convinced her to leave Liù with them for a while, until they were ready to give her the house and family she really deserved. Now Izumi might be busy with the first weeks of her newborn restaurant, but she wasn’t fretting and rushing any more and could count on Junpei’s support, on the fact he was just at the beginning of another of his adventures at la Fenice theatre.

“Hey,” He chirped a bit too abruptly but with the sweetest intention to cheer her mood up, unnoticed. “Can I do it, now? Like, now, now, now?”

“What are you talking about?” She giggled as he got so close she risked to fall backwards.

“Can I call her now?”

“Oh, that ,” Her precarious pose propped up on an elbow, she pretended to be wanting to slither away from his grip. “Okay, but you need to follow my instructions,” She sneezed at some locks falling on her forehead as he brought her closer with an effortless pulling of his biceps.

“I don’t need those, Izumi. I have got my own method,” Once ensured she was safely sitting upright, he grinned at her sending a shivering hunch down her spine. “Look. No, listen, listen.”

“Junpei, I’m not…” She petrified with her hand opening and closing in the tense silence he created. She was blatantly aware about what was about to happen, but she found herself stuck before the view of a familiar routine of actions, with the exception of that scary ending phase in which he sent his hands next to the corners of his mouth, well splayed.

Oh no…

“Jun-!”

“Liù? Liù?” Junpei improvised a silly melody she thanked Heavens it wasn’t being chanted in his usual rumbling projection.

“Junpei…!”

“Liù, don’t you want your pappa? Liù ? Where is the bimba? The sweetest bimba ? Liù-Chan?”

His grin didn’t vanish under the might of her irritation. He only hopped on the spot, all of a sudden, having got startled by the glasses of the window being shaken by the howling mistral. To think it was almost spring!

“Liù hates noises and, most of all, hates noisy people,” Not stunned due to his loud song in the slightest, he could easily tell she wanted to slap him. Yet, some unknown force he thanked from the depths of his heart kept her from doing that. “She’s a lady and she needs to be treated as such. Are you listening to me? This is a serious matter.”

“I know it is, but I don’t think she hates noisy people that much,” He dared to shrug and the naughty shimmer challenging her anger gradually tiptoed to his right, accelerating when it felt it was being chased by her glare.

Izumi emitted a gasp, “But…Liù…!”

Silently, on her slender legs, Liù had stepped into the kitchen and closer to the dish. Scompering in that skinny body of hers, structured like a sleek curve culminating in the slope of a luscious tail, she had approached them ,unnoticed, and had sat down in front of the two humans like a well-mannered medieval damsel. Now she was obediently staring at them from her statuesque pose, blatantly trying holding her excitement in her bony bosom but being betrayed by her dashing heartbeat, which was making her ribs expand and contract; by her blonde ears; by her humid nose unstoppably sniffing in the relatively new environment.

In Junpei’s opinion, Liù was the most perfect specimen of female saluki existing in the world, -and also the first one he had ever seen-.

“Maybe she hates people not singing well, I guess?” He sniggered with too much confidence and Izumi gave him a harsh nudge right under his sternum.

“Have you already done this in the past?”

“Of course, I have,” He took a while to recover from the pain she had provoked him, but managed to reply her sooner than both had expected. “I know you had said I needed to learn one thing or two before starting feeding her. And I also remember you had told me she has got her own schedule, but, I mean, Izumi, I was sitting at the table, eating my pasta ai piselli and she was there, looking at me with those deer eyes… What kind of cold-hearted man would do something similar?”

“You fed her with pasta ai piselli ?! “His pupils almost got out of his orbits, noticing the futher point her more vicious elbow was going to take off from.

“No, of course, I haven’t! I searched for her food bags and I poured some food in her bowl. My pasta ai piselli was so full of water, my peas were soaking in a puddle. How could I give her that without making a mess?”

“Do you realize you are implying you would have given my dog pasta ai piselli if you had been a decent cook? !”

He would have started fiddling with his thumbs like a scolded kid, if Liù hadn’t tried catching their attention with a bark, as timid as a polite woman forcing a cough to make someone turn to her.

“You’re right, bimba,” He cracked a large smile at her. Then, he unfolded his stiff legs and clumsily crouched up to talk to the animal at her same height level. “You can eat. Buon appetito .”

“No, she can’t eat yet!” She gave a slap on his broad shoulder, but she eventually gave one onto her forehead as well, a bit disconsolate. At his jovial command, the saluki had gladly plunged her muzzle in her biscuits and she hadn’t been able to do anything about it. “She was supposed to stay. That is useful to teach her how to control impulses.”

“If you ask me, it’s so cruel,” He put his tongue on display, standing up to let the dog have her own meal in peace. She got back on her feet too after having thrown the snack she had been holding into the dish. “Wouldn’t you feel tortured if I told you to sit still in front of a dish of spaghetti alla San Giovanna ? My poor bimba !”

“I-“ What kind of conversation was even that?

“Imagine,” He insisted, dropping a whole jar of theatricality on his tongue, each finger of his flying up and down in an undulating choreography. “The smell of olives and tomato sauce spreading in your nostrils…”

“Oh, let me imagine…” She closed her orbs, mocking his silly game by making him believe she was actually thinking over it. By the time she opened them, he had already disappeared behind her, fumbling with her skein of spikes. “That’s what I already do as a cook. I can’t eat what I prepare. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do…” He mumbled, pensive, caressing her strands in awe, as if he was contemplating some prestigious manufacture sewn by a God. “You know, I think I will get used to this dog owner life, after all. Maybe a maltese dog would have been boring.”

“Oh please…” Her eyelid twitched at the mere memory from the year before, from back when he had announced he wanted to give her a candid ball of fur as birthday gift. She had acted promptly, had taken the reins of the situation by herself by dragging him into an adventure on her motorbike, without revealing him where they were going. From Naples to Pisa, Junpei had let her take him to that mysterious destination up through the peninsula, though he had just come from an exhausting train journey. “Don’t remind me of that ,” She playfully begged and pinched his puffy cheeks peeping out from her golden curtain.

“I know, I know. Besides, a maltese wouldn’t have looked like me, either. So it would have been the same thing. At least, though, when I take Liù out for a stroll,” He gently let some precious threads slip on the back of hs hand and pushed them forward, at the sides of her smooth neck, down her shoulders. “It’s a bit like if I’m going out with another beautiful blonde lady,” At the beginning, he had just intended to play with her, tenderly highlight about how keeping her hair like that, like a frame of gilded waves, would really make her look like a long-eared dog. Afterwards, however, after some seconds spent holding that silky fabric, he had fallen in love with its enchantment and , now hypnotized, he couldn’t just help indulging in his joke. He kept on going on and on, even in a more affectionate way when a cloud passed by her relaxed contentment. She should have been smiling , in his opinion: Liù had greatly appreciated her hand-made biscuits, hadn’t showed any sign of resentment towards her once more. What was she still tormenting herself over? It seemed like if she was fighting against so many forces coming to attack her in unison and he felt the urge to shine over her again.

“Hey, Izumi, do you want to hear a funny thing?”

“It’s not an offence, but you always say funny things. Otherwise you wouldn’t be Junpei, wouldn’t you?”

“But this is truly funny. Funnier than usual, if you prefer putting it like that!”

He tossed her tresses off his head and marched back to Liù, his lumbering steps sounding lighter despite the clumsy landing of his hops.

The dog had just finished eating her breakfast and was calmly cleaning her coat with her tongue. She didn’t seem bothered by the two humans barging into her quiet morning for a second time. Indeed, judging by the shy hints of a swishing tail, she was actually happy to see them again on a full belly.

“Liù, Liù, Liù, la bambina mia che sei tu ,” Junpei’s unique call made her stand on alert with excitement. Rhythmic claps and tappings against the tiles of the floor contributed to elicit even more trepidation in her active muscles. She didn’t take too long before beginning doing the same with her paws, the butterfly-shaped metallic medal of her collar dangling and jingling in the flow of her dance.

Once the right mood had been set, once he was certain Liù would follow him wherever he would go, he beckoned to the saluki to head for the living room. In the contagious heat of the fragment, he bumped into an agape Izumi who was witnessing the exchange between the man and the dog with incredulity.

“No, don’t tell me it is what I think it is,” Stuck in a frozen loop at the door of the kitchen, Junpei took advantage of that absent state of hers to involve her in a fleeting, improvised dance, her limp arms obeying to his eccentric desire, her hands falling in his without resistance and her hips spinning along with his like if they were a couple pirouetting in a carillon.

“No, like I said, it’s much, much better than whatever you think it might be.”

“I don’t think so. At all,” She told him straight into his sunny eyes in a firm whisper. “Your neighbors know well who she belongs to. They won’t come yelling at you if they hear her doing that .”

“Oh, so you know she can do that,” He wasn’t surprised in the least, but it was nice to make her blush in embarrassment once in a while, turn the tables for the life-span of an afternoon nap. “All those stories about her being a proper lady…About her not liking loud people!”

“H-Hey,” She wiggled, oscillated, opened and closed her legs, raised her fists: whatever it took to escape from his tickling trap. “ Being a lady and loving singing are two interconnected qualities. They are not enemies. As far as concerns about those loud people, instead…”

“Instead…?” He prompted, his fingers flitting around her, ready for another round.

“Your opera singing is loud, but it’s a nice loud. I’ll give you that, ok ? And a dog named after the main character of Puccini’s Madama Butterfly can’t be immune to it, I guess,” He saw her nervously cracking a grin at Liù who had hopped on the sofa and was resting on a pillow. Waiting .

“Hey!” Without prior warning, he let her go to her displeasure, no matter if his tickling was more than unbearable. That would be, -to use his own words-, much better than whatever he wanted to do, sitting at his piano and lifting the fallboard with a thud. “You don’t really want to play piano right now, at eight in the morning?!”

“Of course, I want to. I’m not supposed to make a proper lady wait, am I not?” Liù had apparently got used to that term, to the many occasions she had acknowledged humans would look at her while pronouncing it. Therefore, feeling like Junpei had just called her into question, she abandoned the comforts of her pillow and reached him. She licked his hand and gladly accepted the caresses coming in response. Then, on her haunches, she put her paws on black wood and stared at him in fibrillating expectation. “Eh eh, may I introduce you to my new soprano partner? She’s also the Great Detective Shibayama’s assistant, though, mind you! Let’s say this is just the lamest side of our life as ordinary citizens.”

”Ah…Don’t use my instructions howsoever you please, Junpei Shibayama. Honestly…” At the first row of notes propagating in the hall, she sat on the sofa and aimed the bud of a glad smile at the window.

In her soul, she was just so happy he had come to quickly find out it had never been a matter of superficial likeness.

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Italian notes:

Principessa: princess

Ma io dico: literally, it means “But I say…”. Still it is just some form of interaction to express disbelief (in a negative way).

Pappa: It’s a terms we use while speaking to babies and animals. It means food, technically.

Bimba and bambina: synonym for “little girl” but we use them in affectionate contexts as well. It’s a bit like “baby” I guess. I became affectionate to bimba thanks to italian dub of Lady and the Tramp. It did stick with me in the sweetest way as possible.

Pasta ai piselli: It’s pasta and peas ahaha

Spaghetti alla San Giovanna: In my family it has always been spaghetti, tomato sauce and olives. Such has to remain to them, please.

Liù, Liù, la bambina mia che sei tu: Liù, Liù, the baby you are to me. Our structures are really not that easy to translate in english sometimes? We can be free in the order of our words, in our dispositio verborum, so we it’s not always easy to translate everything. Yet, it’s just supposed to be one of those silly tunes you sing to your dog.

[blackstarchanx3new]

FSR Rambles 10 fingers in the aaaaa-

I don't let up on the fucking Vidow. The entire fandom has to just cope with the fact I'm a disastrous weirdo stinking up their perfect pure fandom, they cry themselves to sleep at the cryptid that stalks at the edges their fandom.

Weep you disgusting filthy bastards.

I bet you salivate at the idea of Vio's breast milk in your slutty coffee.

Lol I guess he fell asleep reading.

Shadow makes a very sinister face considering the goofy ass thing he decides to do with the sleeping Vio.

Hah. Vio screaming his lungs out got a kick out of me while drawing.

Shadow forgot Hylian's sleep for a reason.

He's just waiting for Vio to call him a moron, which we know again is because of Vaati and Gannon abusing this poor man.

Shadow's utterly shocked Vio doesn't have a single thing to berate him over hah.

Vio's so tired he just wants to sleep.

Shadow's feeling nervous to actually like, get cozy with Vio in this context.

Despite his seeming confidence the dude is insecure.

He is HESITANT to trust Vio to some degree, he's having second thoughts about his actions.

Vio didn't even SAY anything about the kiss lmfao. I'd be worried too.

This page is so sad to me.

Vio's feeling some regret while Shadow gets comfortable next to him.

HAHAHAHA.

Transition from being next to someone to being completely alone agh-

Shadow Link is in MISSERY-

Oof. Shit hurts.

The sword blast compiled with his emotional pain is just too much for this dude to handle rn.

Reflecting on his time with his "friend"

Guess that kiss in the library wasn't the last one...Vio seems reluctant to keep going back for more, pushing shadow off. We can assume why he shouldn't be doing that oops.

Shadow's not satisfied with that though and keeps giving our man kisses. Vio's really shitty attempts to bat him away aren't working.

It's safe to say: Vio lost the plot at some point.

It's obvious they're drunk as fuck, but the exact timing of this scene is up for interpretation as far as I'm concerned.

I do find it funny Shadow whines Vio is "So mean to him" just cause he won't let him shower him with kisses lmfao. Like Shadow he's about to do smth to you that's way meaner let's be real-

Shadow Link brings up the all to important LORE of the golden goddesses.

Okay but everything about this becomes ironic later lmfao I will not say how.

Cause the Triforce is like, non existent in FS I can do whatever the hell I want sooo I'mma cook. I like where I took it a lot.

Shadow's desires to touch the Triforce are uh...VERY EXPLAINED LATER to say the least.

Art wise in this page: Oh it was so fun.

1st panel: Shadow continuing to kiss Vio's cheeks as he talks. It's sweet in it's own weird way that he clearly cares about Vio a lot

2nd panel: Obviously comparing Vio with a goddess and the Triforce shows how much Shadow values this man in his life, cupping his cheeks while doing so.

3rd panel: They both just look cute. XD

4rth panel: Vio's visibly hesitant to return the kiss that time. and in the last panel we don't see his face, but rather get Shadow hugging him deeply.

Vio's still grappling with his actions are gonna catch up to both of them pretty soon.

Vio's utter heartlessness in the words he spoke to Shadow in the Fire temple must have HURT.

Shadow knows that he bold faced lied to everyone in that room.

Also to note: They CLEARLY spent some TIME together, as there's the scene of Vio and Shadow laughing together on some grass somewhere...

Shadow KNOWS Vio at least a little and he can't comprehend why he acted the way he did.

The last panel was so much fun I love how it turned out.

Okay but like: THIS LTIERALLY ALWAYS BOTHERED ME.

The idea Shadow betrayed Vaati being a fault of SHADOW'S character is such bullshit which just adds to the "Vio pulled this out of his ass" nature of his speech.

In every way: SHADOW BETRAYING VAATI IS A GOOD THING.

In WHAT WORLD is him turning his back on the EVIL GUY a bad thing???

His motives were 100% selfish but HOLY BALLS HE WAS WILLING TO GO NUCULAR ON GANON AND VATTI AND SAVE ZELDA FOR SOME VIUSSY. THAT'S DEDICATION.

Also, literally everyone's motivations for everything they do is selfish in nature, so the idea Shadow's the dick here is just, hysterical.

Vio was 100% projecting his own insecurities onto Shadow not trusting and being apart of his own team cause Vio's awful, cause let's be real: their situations are just NOT COMPARABLE.

Shadow's misstep no matter how you look at it, was trusting VIO. NOT betraying Vaati. HIS LITERAL POSITIVE CHARACTER ARC WAS STILL BETRAYING VAATI BY SHATTERING THE DARK MIRROR.

...SO WTF IS VIO'S SPEECH ABOUT EXACTLY??? IT LITERALLY MAKES NO SENSE PROBEBLY BECAUSE HE'S LYING HIS ASS OFF AND PROJECTING LMFAO.

Because his point wasn't "Find a team you CAN and DO trust and work with them." it was "You betrayed Vaati and you suck for that."

IT WAS PURE PROJECTION.

Idk if this is a translation oopsie or what. It was never brought UP so idk if it was even intentional or a genuine attempt at a moral going to shit and getting botched. X'DDDD (If it was intentional, that's funny but it was never expanded upon in any meaningful way so...IDK)

It gives weird as fuck mixed messages about what Shadow was MEANT to do here and what he ACTUALLY did wrong from Vio's chastising. Cause the reason Vio gives for his downfall is REALLY BULLSHIT. (In FSR, Intentionally so.)

Because

"Your downfall was that you were selfish and still wanted to rule the world and were willing to use used people like me and Zelda to do it, you just repeated the mistakes of Vaati" or smth would even be more accurate.

STILL HYPOCRITCAL ON VIO'S END CAUSE HE USED SHADOW BUT WOULD MAKE MORE FUCKING SENSE.

Giving massive rebound AU vibes here lmfao.

Audience is intentionally left in the dark about wtf Vio and Green were talking about...For no reason I'm sure. Authors don't think that hard about stuff-

Also left out on why they're sharing a bed. Bet that will NEVER get touched on. In ANY meaningful way.

The point of this scene is pretty obvious: Vio IS getting along with his team now. Which mega hurts Shadow to see ouch.

It's the equivalent of that Squidward meme of him in his house while Spongebob and Patrick run outside-

Green essentially has taken his place. Pain. We all know nothing but PAIN.

Shadow can't bare to watch Vio thrive without him cause he's selfish as fuck. X'D Just hurts too much. He wanted Vio to fill the gaps in his life and it just DIDN'T happen.

Haha you read the manga you recognize this. I don't gotta elaborate much.

I always just, am in love with Shadow turning into VIO of all people during this part in the story because, holy BALLS I can't even really describe the kind of itch that scratches in my brain but I will try.

So in FS, we KNOW Shadow can shapeshift into ANY of the Links, but he chose Vio. Dude has been Green/Link before so...WHY NOT GREEN? Uh simple: Bro adores Vio and looks up to him, that's the reasoning I came to anyway, as explained in these pages.

This is why in FSR in the library Shadow Link specifically describes Vio as "his hero". Vio's the one out of the four he looks up to most, because after reflecting Vio is the one that did the most "Heroic" things in his eyes.

He realized the betrayal wasn't out of malice or to hurt him, but to save Zelda.

The reasons Vio gives in the library for why he's utterly awful as a person are the same things that made Shadow respect his ass for what he put himself through lmfao.

This is also why in FSR dude isn't MAD at Vio for it anymore. He just wants to repair what they DID have there between them because bro adores Vio.

So if yall didn't know Shadow uses the mirror to see Vio.

Like, you can see him in the shattered mirror lmfao.

At least I THINK it's meant to be Vio. When I first read the manga I thought it was Shadow Link. XDDDD But now I'm fairly certain it is Vio. If we ever get a full color manga I'd love to know who it's actually meant to be.

Shadow's sad he won't know if Zelda's okay. Which is sad. And wishes he could see Vio, which is why the mirror SHOWS Vio. Lol.

Sad pathetic Vaati being hilarious aside, Vio being so distraught he drops his sword is kinda funny. And here's the retcon of "Vaati didn't die actually.

I already went on the rant in the actual thing that YES Shadow's death still meant smth despite Vaati living, because they wouldn't be able to beat Gannon without the gems Vaati gave up from this, so I won't repeat myself here.

Blue's "HOLD UR HORSES BITCH" is so funny to me because like, he HAS no emotional attachment to Shadow and the last they saw of HIM was him ya know, trying to kills their friend lmfao.

Vio pulling a very dying Shadow into his arms, because we deserved that. Green picks up Vio's sword cause he's cool like that.

Vio is OBVIOUSLY trying very hard to keep it together here, kept the dialogue MOSTLY the same from the OG because the dialogue wasn't the issue to me it was the freaking SHOT LAYOUTS AND THE ART. The art was well drawn but the actual like, things happening were kinda silly imo.

I particularly like the return of the "Shadow pets Vio's face/hair" motif.

It pops up in page 40

and page 77

And in terms of flashbacks in 169 Yes haha funny number He strokes Vio's cheek before going in for the kiss.

And many others but I'll avoid too many cause of image limits.

Shadow usually does this when Vio's upset which is funny. We know Shadow does stuff to others he wishes people did for him so maybe Shadow just wants his cheek stroked and to be told nice things lmfao.

Another thing: I mentioned it before but I don't really like when people make Vio cry too easily. Just not for me.

But Shadow dying makes sense for him to cry. Especially in FSR where we saw WAAAAY MORE of their relationship and how involved Vio really was with Shadow.

Vio, reluctantly did really like Shadow Link and is heart broken he is dead.

*I SUPER wanna show/talk about the "After they think they killed him in the fire temple" but there's a reason I did not show wtf Green and Vio were talking about when Shadow saw them in the dark mirror hehehehe. Vio's perspective on RIGHT after they blasted him with the sword is smth you can just speculate on for now.

He is obviously DISTRAUGHT Shadow is dying now.

So, its' implied Shadow saw some of the things Link was up to before he made himself known. So in my silly FSR comic he could see through Link's Shadow at what he was doing.

Art details:

Red crying at somebody dying just made sense to me it was actually WEIRD to me he didn't cry Shadow died. Not because he's emotionally attached, but dude's just an emotional person he cried at less hah.

Green STEPS UP and says his lines from the manga

I said in the OG post of the comic my thoughts on these particular panels but like

Green having just a TIIIIINY bit more agency in him holding Shadow's hand, a VERY simple gesture makes all the difference to me in this scene.

Shadow reasonably asks what we were ALL thinking: WHAT ABOUT ZELDA?!

Which OUCH, he didn't feel like he did enough-

To which Green comforts him they WILL save her.

I may ship Vidow to hell and back but Shadow's caring for Zelda and her affect on him is not ignored in this comic lmfao.

It's actually knowing Zelda's in safe hands that makes him comfortable enough to truly pass.

He knows Vio will be okay as he has his team but Zelda is someone he couldn't be sure about.

So panel 1

I just wanted to add the true level of "Yeah he dead".

Despite his hand passing through Shadow Link, Vio still tries to reach out to him. Which hehe reflects a scene from the very start of this comic huh?

He has unfinished business around Shadow.

He never got to truly say he was sorry.

If you've noticed, Vio STILL hasn't apologized yet.

Okay thumbnailing this scene genuinely gave me the big sad lmfao.

He missed him by a hair, Shadow's gone and Vio couldn't say all the things that were on his mind.

And since you totally asked:

Page 12 is put into a new perspective huh?

He reached him this time...

Green continues to be the goodest of good boys comforting his team mate.

There's an underlying sense of Green knowing more about Vio and Shadow's relationship than the other two...Which makes sense considering Green's the one Vio went to for comfort over the situation.

So some of the dialogue around Shadow's "good boy" status was changed because I just, straight disagree with some of the wording in the manga...

He did AWFUL things but he wasn't exactly a 100% bad person. Ironically, given a chance he could have been a great person. (The opposite of what he tried to do to Vio.)

His nature of being Link's Shadow, the HERO's shadow being on full display with his final moments (Or, what COULD have been his final moments...)

Blue's shocked Shadow would do anything to help them, reasonably so. His experiences with Shadow have been:

He tried to seduce their team mate to the dark side, almost KILLED said team mate, put them through hell and back and generally was awful to them.

Red sympathizes with BLUE (At least somewhat) so I imagine he's a lot more forgiving from this angle to Shadow. XD

Green's feelings about Shadow are a bit more OPEN to interpretation here but he did make an effort for the man to die without regrets. Later in FSR he seems to have a positive outlook on Shadow so whatever Vio told him might have made him more comfortable with him in these moments and the future.

I'mma cut it off here, which sucks because this transition is PERFECT into the next scene but I don't wanna hit image limits halfway through a rant.

Green continues to be a chad. What's new.

Him being in front of his team protectively is just...Yum. I love protective Green. XD

GANNON APEARS. Big piggy boy. I had no idea I could draw pig before drawing this and I'm happy with how he turned out.

His rant in the OG manga of speaking how Vaati and Shadow Link failed him leads directly into the next scene which was, delicious. But we'll pick this up later.

I'm sure you've noticed: As a time saving technique I only use shading when it SUPER matters in FSR. It helps save time and makes them have huge impacts. XD

The intense dark shading on Ganon makes him look threatening as HELL compared to what he'd look like without it.

For reference: This is what he'd look like without it.

He looks silly. XD

His color palette was based on the game btw. Because, what else did I have to go on? The intense shading also hides that he looks kinda out of place color wise haha.