#did not finish it efficiently that's for sure lmao

[pan-magi]

I made something for people to use! And by that I mean anyone.

It's a caption thing with Judar. Feel free to use for whatever. If anyone wants to. No need for credit or anything. All I did was edit a screenshot. It took a while, but it's not a piece I'm too worried about getting somewhere without permission or credit. Anything else, yes. But this is a silly gift for the Magi fandom for the New Year.

I wanted to do the manga panel Judar first shows up in but I couldn't find a good quality scan in time and too lazy to find my own. That's why this is in black and white because I'm stubborn.

Do whatever you want. Fill in with caption, color, this or that. Have fun with it. Largest size for Tumblr posts so could be resized to whatever.

I'll appreciate seeing what if anything people make with this but also not required. So, if you want to spam your friends with Magi memes in Discord or something without reblogging a copy or whatever feel free.

That's it. Happy New Year!

I wanted to add something sufficiently gay and meme-y but couldn't find a good quote on short notice so here we are. Plus, shitpost is funny enough XD.

[venomgaia]

i also have been testing pngtuber+ vs veadotubemini and heres rhe fruit of a 49 layer model

[hoshigray]

𝐍𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲, 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐅@#𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲!? | suguru getō

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Next time you wanna do something nice for your boyfriend, how about making sure he doesn’t see the package – let alone OPEN it! – before you? Especially if it’s something with bunny ears…!

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Geto x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! you and Geto are college sweethearts - implied that you and Geto are early 20s - lingerie + bunny outfit - oral (m! receiving) - anal fingering (f! receiving) - use of an anal toy; butt plug - backshots/doggy style + deep impact positions - impact play (spanking) - clitoral play - praise - finger sucking - cervix fucking - unprotected sex (psa: don't be silly; wrap the willy) - pet names (angel, baby, bunny girl, little bunny, good girl, my love, princess, sweet baby, sweetie) - cameos: Utahime, Mei Mei, and Gojo - reader is very shy but is trying their best! - kind of freaky! Geto awakening, lmao - humor - mention of drool/spit and tears - will be proofread l8r.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 9.2k (sigh..)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: based on this ask!! haven't done a suguru fic in a long while so ehh, why not? && tysm for 8.8k, my loves xoxo

“…”

Oh no.

“…Well,”

I have to be dreaming…

“Needless to say, I brought your package inside, Y/n.”

THERE’S NO WAY!!!

Being an introvert can have its trivial times; you should know that. Looking back on your life, you can’t seem to say you had the drive to stand out, an expertise you regret not putting effort into. You couldn’t do it; you’ve tried but to no avail! Going out of your comfort zone is too scary, shivering or freezing on the spot whenever you’re being spoken to or fumbling with words when trying to make a point. Man, it’s so embarrassing! It sucks — you’re a grown adult, and yet you can barely get through any gathering without anxiety rattling your bones.

Some are good at talking with others or are lucky enough to be naturally blessed with a social spirit. Some people like your boyfriend, for example. 

Yes, you have a boyfriend. 

Suguru Geto, your partner, wasn’t a complete extrovert. Honestly, he’s comfortable keeping to himself if he could choose. After meeting you, he preferred dates when you visit each other’s dormitories and enjoy each other’s company. However, compared to you, his people-pleasing skills outclassed yours unquestionably. Geto knew how to talk, drawing people in with his mellow tone and inviting aura. He was good at mingling and making everyone feel comfortable around him. You were a victim to it, lured in by his charm and soft ambiance.

He was terrific, a role model to you. How he would efficiently put himself out there while you stayed close in his shadow never failed to inspire you. The way he spoke, how he listened intently to others’ concerns, and his maturity seen as a dependable figure to lean on. It’s absurd to think that such a marvelous man fell in love with you and asked to court you.

You and Geto have dated since your junior year of college; what you once thought would be a tiny crush on one of the school’s notorious heartthrobs became your first and longest-running relationship! How did that happen!? You couldn’t tell; one moment, you two were paired up for an end-of-semester project, and he managed to have you relax and talk with him daily. The next thing you know, he’s asking you to live with him in his apartment the second you finish graduation. Now, you two have been a couple for nearly half a decade. It’s unbelievable to think about.

But even with how long you two have been together, there are moments where you feel as though you weren’t doing your part. Being in a relationship is such a hurdle for an awkward person, aka you, such as going stiff whenever old friends of Suguru pop up and greet him or him inviting you along to parties only for you to stay glued to a corner in silence. You felt as though you were…boring? Dull? Deadweight!? The list goes on, and the guilt never tires you out.

And Geto – God bless him – has repeatedly expressed and assured you that you didn’t have to feel as such. His alluring purple eyes and soothing voice vouch that he doesn’t mind standing in as your sponsor and speaking for you, and you are eternally grateful to the stars above for gracing a loving and understanding boyfriend your way. Nonetheless, the stress that churns your stomach doesn’t go away. He’s always been the one to voice for you, attend to you, and look out for you. Hell, even in the bedroom, he’s doing most of the work. Again, he’s never complained nor seems to ever will, but still!

He’s done so much for you, and you want to meet him at least halfway and make him feel appreciated. So, you took matters into your own hands and decided to do something special for your man!

Here was the plan: going out and buying stuff meant talking to people, and talking meant letting strangers know about your business; merely thinking about it had you trembling a storm. So yeah, nope. You went on the Internet and found sites catering to your search. You can’t say you were the type to wear anything risqué, especially in the bedroom. So, you dialed up your two best friends, Mei Mei and Shoko, to help you find stuff that they thought would look nice for you to wear.

Luckily, they came in clutch and found something for a beginner like you! It’s not something you’d wear in public—you’d rather die—but it’s a good start when implementing new things into your lifestyle. You added the item to your cart, purchased it, and waited silently for your package to arrive. To say you were anxious about this new step of adulthood was on the nail, but you beamed with glee once you got the notification that your bundle would be delivered today!

Before then, you decided to nap and wait for the item to be delivered to your apartment door. You woke up to that once you saw the notice on your phone, yawning your way out of the shared bedroom to retrieve it.

However, what you saw as you entered the living room stopped you dead in your tracks, and your eyes widened with absolute horror.

What you should have accounted for was that today was a Thursday, meaning Geto would usually come home from work on weekdays. So, while you were snoring in the comfort of your blanket, your boyfriend was the first to see a mysterious box with your name on it at his doorstep. And to add more salt to the wound, you caught him in the act unboxing the package and inspecting its contents, and you’re too shocked to fall on your knees at what he has in his hands.

Geto sat on the living room couch, the box perched on the coffee table opened with the wrappings decorating the brown table surface. His eyes find your figure to latch onto, but yours honed on what he was inspecting. In his right hand was a black lacy top meant to be worn around a chest—the other holding onto a headband with bunny ears of velvet material. 

This is where we lay our current scene; astounded, you could only stand in place — like Geto — at the sight before you. And with every passing second, you wanted nothing but to explode into bits. Your boyfriend had found your package and opened it!

Of course, you’d be stammering your words! “W-Where did you get that!?” What a silly question; where else would he have gotten it, dumbass?

Nonetheless, the dark-haired man answers after a forced cough. “Well, umm, I saw it at the door coming from work. I brought it in and was going to let you know, but you were asleep, and I…didn’t wanna bother you.”

“Why did you open it if you knew it was mine??”

Geto raised his hands defensively, still holding onto the items. “I–I’m sorry! I thought it was something different, like the cute glass cups you liked and ordered last week. I figured I would set those up on your behalf. I had no idea it would be something…” Your feet suddenly felt heavy, watching your boyfriend scan the lace top. “Like this.”

Any attempt to fight the mini shakes of your knees was impractical, and your throat was going so dry that you were scared to swallow.

“This doesn’t seem like something you would buy; could someone have accidentally sent this with the wrong information?” He inquires with furrowed brows. “Better not be some fucked up prank or whatever.”

“N-No, it’s, I…” Fuck, this had to be the worst scenario to admit this. “….I did mean to buy it.”

Have you ever had those moments where people would look at you after saying something that you wish you hadn’t? You indeed hated those moments; they made you feel so scrutinized by the public judging you. And seeing your man’s eyes widen and his expression morphed his lips to a small “o” shape? Oh, you couldn’t breathe adequately.

“You bought,” your quivering lips worsen when his left wrist flicks with the bunny-eared headband. “This?”

Your hands come to your face, shielding yours from his as you silently squat down with the weight of your humiliation. The shakes rock your entire frame, and you can sense your tears forming. This officially was the worst day ever; out of all the dilemmas that could happen, why did it have to be the worst one of all?!? Your partner had found out about the out-of-the-norm purchase you made without you present to explain yourself first. Now he probably thinks he’s dating some freak into weird shit. Can this day get any worse!?!

You wanted to cry, hoping the floor beneath you would give way and ingest you out of this cold, cruel world. But alas, you’re still here and can hear the footsteps approaching your crouching state, and you jolt when Geto embraces you.

“Y/n,” God, why did he say your name like that? His tone was smooth like honey, and he rubbed your back as he brought you closer. “It’s okay, baby. I didn’t mean to judge you or anything; I was just curious, is all. Sorry, I opened your package without letting you know, okay?… Ahh, did I make my sweet angel cry?” Raven brows scrunched together at the view of you burrowing into his chest more. “Aww, Y/n, I’m sorry…”

Yes, you were indeed sniffling into his sweatshirt. Although, it’s not that he opened your stuff without your consent that upset you the most. You whine while moving your face, “I just…wanted to do something different.”

“Hmm?” Geto’s hand doesn’t stop rubbing your back, speaking to you in a low mode. “What’s the reason, sweetie?”

“Because, well,” you chewed the inside of your cheek as they warmed. “I just felt like I wasn’t…Like—sigh, you’ve done so much for me in this relationship, and I’m so lucky to have you as my boyfriend. But I feel like I don’t do my part as I should, you know?” Nothing is said from the other, so you continue. “I just–sniff–want you to know that I appreciate you and all you’ve done, although I didn’t know if my words would do me justice. So, I, uhh,” your thumbs find their way to fiddle with themselves. “I asked Shoko and Mei Mei for help and bought…..this to wear for you.”

Three seconds pass without saying anything, then six. At ten seconds, the silence suffocates you and probes your unease more and more. 

However, his chest’s sudden rise and fall startles you, along with his pleasant laughter. “So that’s what this is all about, huh?” Your body’s rigid compared to his lively motion. “My angel was gonna doll up for me?”

“Yeah, and you ruined it!” You fuss, your cute teary face all hot and puffy as you complain. “I just wanted to do something special for you after I finally muster up the courage to go out of my comfort zone and do something nice and…well, sexy,” you cringed internally at the final word. Yet, it was true. 

Geto hums through your explanation. “You’re always sexy to me.”

“That’s not the point!” He laughs at your remark, the sound filling you with warmth. “I–…I’m different compared to you. Whenever we’re out, you’re so much more social than me; I feel like I’m a burden or make it seem I need you to watch over me or something…And I know you’ve said you’re okay with it and don’t mind, but it’s….sniff–I don’t know, like I’m putting more on your plate when it’s more of a ‘me’ problem…”

Your eardrums pick up low chuckles. Then, like the Prince Charming he is, Geto uses his hand to bring your chin up. Your face warms up at his handsome face in your vicinity. “Baby, although I appreciate you going out your way to do something for me—believe me, I could jump over the moon right now—you don’t have to go outside what’s comfortable to you to impress me or anything.”

“But I—“

“I mean it; I really don’t mind that I have to be some voucher for you. It’s not a burden; that’s just who you are. And if that’s the case, you’re too cute as hell the way you are.” You didn’t see his small smile grow because your eyes bashfully averted away from his gaze. “Now, if you want to build your confidence, don’t be afraid to ask me for help, okay? No need to force yourself to change up for the sake of ‘appeasing’ me or feel as though you’re not fitting whatever bullshit mold of an appropriate partner you’re expected to be.”

“Suguru…”

“Y/n,” your name pierces your heart like an arrow as his hand prompts your face back to him; God, he’s so dreamy. “I like you no matter what. You’re my princess; your troubles are my troubles. I’d tell you long ago that you’re bothersome if it wasn’t. But you’re not, so don’t put too much weight on yourself. Promise not to stress yourself over this, okay?” He boops your nose, “Remember: communication is key, right?”

Once again, you’re reminded how lucky you are to have such a man like Suguru Geto to court you. So understanding and attentive to your feelings and wrapping you in his blanket of love constantly makes it hard not to fall in love all over again. Chewing your bottom lip doesn’t even help the heat of your cheeks creeping onto your ears. 

“You’re right,” you almost melt under his lips as he kisses your forehead. “I promise.”

“Good girl,” your heart skips a beat. “But what are we gonna do with all this?” He points to the open package with his chin. “Now I feel kinda bad for having you buy this for me and ruining the special occasion.”

Wincing at the box, you remove yourself from Geto’s embrace to inspect the contents. “Honestly, looking at them in real time, I regret buying them. I’ll return them tomorrow or Monday, seeing I don’t necessarily need—”

“Woah, woah,” you stop in your tracks at your boyfriend’s exclamation. “Why are you returning them?” 

Huh? “Well, I mean, there’s no need for them, no? It was meant to be a surprise.”

“Yeah, but you already spent so much money for my sake. Plus,” Geto picks up the bunny ear headband from the package. “If this is what you were gonna wear for me, then it would be kind of upsetting if I didn’t see you wear it at least once.”

Oh, God, no. “S–Suguru, it’s totally fine; I can just—“ Oh no, he’s looking at you with that face, his eyebrows slightly trenched with a minuscule sad glint in his expression. Your stomach was doing flips out of guilt and concern, and the formidable gets worse when he asks the following:

“Y/n,” you swallow spit thickly as the man dangles the headband around. “Would you please wear this tonight?”

The question nails you to the ground, frozen in place as it rings within your mind. You? Wearing this for tonight?! “N–No, I can’t!!”

“Why not? You bought it to be worn!”

“Yes, but t-that was before you looked through my package and didn’t give me the chance to try it on myself!” When you thought your face couldn’t get any hotter than before, the embarrassment of this predicament humbles you. “And thanks to you—“

“T-Thanks to me??”

“—I don’t wanna wear it anymore!!”

Geto raises his other hand in defense. “Okay, okay! Look, I’m sorry; it’s my bad. But, to be honest, I’m thrilled that you went out of your way to think of doing something for me out of nowhere, and as I’m looking at this outfit,” He glances at the rest of the materials in the box. “I think you’d look beautiful and hot in it.” You can’t tell if your heart is thumping from his words or because you’re about ten seconds away from combusting. “So…One night to test it out, yeah? And if you surely don’t like it, then you can ship it back tomorrow.”

He’s so good at that, using his charm and words to shade you into rational thought. You take a huge breath and exhale through stressed nostrils, and your wish to dig a hole and rot away increases. 

Of course, you bought the items to treat your boyfriend for something out of the norm; that was the entire point of the plan! But what is the use of following a plan when you’ve let your guard down, and the element of surprise backfires in a way that you had foolishly unforeseen?! There’s no way you could put that stuff on you now that you’ve been exposed. Absolutely not!

“I think you’d look beautiful and hot in it…”

And yet, Geto’s words repeat like a broken record, each time making you as timid as the last. He wants to see you wear what you had bought, so eager to marvel at his partner adorning such risqué clothing that you don’t comprehend how you put said purchase in your cart! The thought of wearing such a thing in front of your man bubbles an excitement that is borderline frightening yet new; picturing his expressions and imagining his compliments is dangerous for your brain to form a headache.

But not as dangerous as the slight friction of your inner thighs pressing close to each other.

With a stare downcast and fidgeting thumbs, you ask, “…Just for tonight?” 

And Geto assures you with a nod.

“Only for tonight.” 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Geto sat on the bed in silence, listening to the ticks of the bedroom clock on the wall as he waited patiently.

As you two entered the bedroom, the man found his place on the bed, a still figure in the dimly lit room. You, on the other hand, made a beeline straight towards the bathroom. “Wait here…D-Don’t peek inside!” You commanded him, your voice betraying a hint of shyness. He obeyed, settling on top of the comforter.

Minutes soon went to double digits; nervousness wasn’t something that usually struck Geto. But the more he sat on the bed and listened to your mutters behind the door–distancing the two–the more he couldn’t help but feel an itch to worry for you. “Y/n? Are you okay?”

“Y–Yes!” That didn’t sound convincing… “I’ll be out in just a second!”

“Okay…”

And so he waited for a minute. Which turned to two minutes…Three…..

Anticipation transitioned to unease, calling out to you once more. “Y/n?” No answer; not a good sign. The tall man gets up and strides to knock on the bathroom door. “Baby? Everything alright?” Nothing, even if he knocks on the white surface again.

CREAAAAK…!

But his frets are handled once he hears the sound of the door opening slowly. He steps back to make way for the person on the other side of the door, and lo and behold, you stand.

There are things in Geto’s life that never cease to amaze him—you being one of them. From the moment he saw you, he swore that in his life, there had never been something that looked so mesmerizing and captured his eye in an instant, and Gojo and Shoko are always sure to tease the guy for such a confession. And the time you reciprocated his feelings and accepted being his domestic other half, words could not describe the elation his poor heart couldn’t handle. 

Right now, he is experiencing those same feelings when he’s with you. His expectations were blown out of the water once you entered the plane again.

Your face was the first thing he looked to, a sheepish yet cute expression that went with the adorable white bunny ear headband you adorned at the top of your head. Your casual attire had been withdrawn to the bathroom tiles, substituted with the outfit you had been fussing about until now. Your chest harbored a black lacy negligee with intricate designs that had Geto’s purple eyes dance and trace around; the faint drapes of the gown cascaded down to your upper thighs, yet your underwear could still be seen. It matched the lacy black thong that made your boyfriend gulp thickly at how gorgeous your hips looked–not to mention the tiny bow at the top center. And to complete the look, black stockings come up your knees.

“…”

There is silence between you and him. The only sound you can use to distract yourself is the beat of your heart.

“…”

But the longer you wait for a response, the louder the rhythm. 

“…”

The lack of his voice was killing you – eating you alive – and you’re sure that you’re bound to faint if this kept going. Did I wear it wrong? Do I look weird?! Oh God, please say some— 

“Y/n”

You squeaked. “Y-Yes?”

“Can you please,” Geto takes a few steps closer, enough for his hands to come around your waist and pull you in. You almost choke on the air. “Remind me to thank Mei Mei and Shoko first thing tomorrow, okay?”

“Wh–What the—What does that mean—?”

“You look amazing.” Three simple words have you still. “Like, seriously. Hold on, let me get a good look at you.” He leans around to look at the details of your sides, and your brain short circuits when he moves behind you and lifts the negligee to see the rear of your panties. What is happening… “Holy shit, this suits you so well.”

“Re…Really?”

“Really.” You can see the sincerity in his gaze as he surveys every physical thing about you. “I’m so tempted to grab my phone to take a picture.”

“Oh my God, please don’t!!” Your frightened hands grab his sweatshirt with a vigorous grip, contrasting the trembling owner. “Don’t take a picture, please!!”

“I won’t, I won’t!” the dark-haired partner assures you through a fit of laughter, his warm, slender hands finding your fists and pounding him. Again, you are frozen stiff when he kisses your temple. “Besides, I prefer not sharing something as beautiful with anyone else.”

You don’t know how many compliments you can take before spiraling into a puddle. “You really do like it.”

“I love it,” another kiss to your cheek while his hands now find purchase on your waist. Oxygen suddenly feels foreign when you’re so close to him to pick up the cologne on his clothes. “It looks so much better now that you’re wearing it. You really know how to spoil me, huh, angel.”

Was it him being spoiled right now or you? How he spoke to you had your heart racing uncontrollably since you left the bathroom. You’ve been a complete nervous wreck from the moment your friends probed you to buy this outfit up until now, and now you can honestly feel that you’re feeling a sense of glee wearing it because your boyfriend likes it so much. Regrets no longer linger in your bones, goosebumps calm down on your skin, and you hum as you return the embrace. 

That is…until you feel something pressed against you. Something….hard.

Curiosity sprinkles your pretty little head until it snaps and your hips sway to experiment. A subtle jolt rocks Geto—confirming your hypothesis.

“Su..Suguru…” You don’t know why, but the following words felt prohibited to leave your lips. “Is that—“

“Hnnm…Sorry,” he purrs abjectly. “Guess I got a little too excited.” He lifts his head from your shoulder to look at you, and your stomach churns at the sight of his stare, holding a misty, lustful glint. You don’t even mention his hands silently moving to cup your ass. “Is that too much, baby?”

Violet eyes latched with yours make you shiver, suppressing a gasp when he throws a slick rut to grind the tent of his dark sweatpants on you. “N–No!” You squeaked, feeling small when his smile got broader.

“So sweet like always,” a chaste, gentle kiss to your lips feels like clouds. He then steps back out of your arms, pulling down his sweats to reveal the erection contained by the boxer briefs. Geto sits on the edge of the bed and tilts his head. “So, will my sweet bunny girl care for me tonight?” Seeing you gawk at him, he stifles a chuckle, and it takes a good mental slap to bring you back to reality. A few seconds pass, and you finally build up the courage to walk forward and crouch between his spread legs. 

Mini prayers replay in your brain as your hand hesitantly touches the clothed shaft, the firmness of it getting stiffer and stiffer as your fingers touch thoroughly. When you’re ready, you bring the hem of his underwear down, welcoming his cock to the open air for it to intimidate you with its girth. Precum trails from the urethra, traveling down from the corona, foreskin, and underside. God, it’s been a while since you were up close and personal with this thing; its sheer size is enough to reconsider the regret you threw out minutes ago. Too late now, though.

Come on, Y/n, you use your inner thoughts to motivate you. You’re doing this for Suguru; don’t chicken out now! So, you bring your lips to meet the head of his cock, earning a hum from the man above. Blowjobs have never been your forte; again, it’s been a while since you’ve had his cock near anything outside of your lower regions. But today was different as you used your tongue to lick the lip of the cockhead, the salty flavor of his fluid teasing your tastebuds. And with the sounds of him whimpering, you begin to remember the routine as the seconds go. Your mouth takes in his tip with hollowed cheeks, and your hands grasp around the shaft before you glide up and down.

“Hahhhh, yes, sweetie,” Geto soothed, biting his lip at the display of you pleasing him with your plump lips. “Just like that…Nnngh…!” His words fuel more confidence in your motion, using this to move to the next step and take in as much of his shaft as you can. You don’t go all the way to the hilt–a task that you’re afraid will have you choking– but once you reach halfway, your head starts to bob up and down at a gradual pace. Black brows furrow at the movement; fuck, you felt so good for him. So nice and warm on his dick; he wouldn’t mind having his whole evening dedicated to this. “Fuck, my love, loosen your jaw for me…Mmmm, good girl, that’s it. Keep sucking like that.”

It’s not before long that you find the groove; albeit sucking on Geto amateurishly, he places a hand on your head, which you can only assume is that you’re doing a decent job. Saliva coats the limb busying your oral cavity, mixing with the excess come that escapes and spreads with your lips going to and fro. Your tongue goes on to flick and lap on his tip some more, evoking the hottest moans you’ve ever heard from him. And while you stroke his member, your free hand finds his scrotum and massages the pair in unison, a buck of his hips as your thumb presses down on the testicles with a curl. Your bobbing becomes frequent, a mediocre cadence that has your partner throw his head back. The veins scraping along the upper walls of your mouth are too erotic for your mind to comprehend

“Shiiiit, I can’t—Nnnmm!” He hisses before he cups your wet cheeks. “You’re doing so good, princess.”

Your eyes open and peer to the person talking above you. With a soft ‘pop,’ you release his length before placing sloppy kisses and licks. “Yew fink shoow?” You speak with a mouthful of his dick to his frenulum, humoring the dark-haired man.

“Yes, little bunny,” he teases, and you can sense the throbs between your legs getting worse after referring to you with that title. “Wait, I just remembered something…Hold on, lie on the bed for me.”

You’re gently pushed off him as Geto stands up from the bed, confused. You take your place atop the bed, and he grabs something from his sweatpants and heads into the bathroom. The sound of running water from the sink fills the silence before it’s shut off. He then returns to the bedroom holding a bottle of lube you’re familiar with in one hand, and the other with a wet, metal…fluffy…looks like a kind of—

Eyes shoot wide open when you finally register what he’s holding, and the anxiety hits you like a punch to haunt you. “Wh–W-Where did y-you get that?!”

“I saw that you left this in the box before dressing up,” no, you didn’t forget a damn thing. You deliberately avoided the very item that Geto was holding because looking at it was embarrassing enough; it would be horrifying to have this in the same room as you now! Between his thumb and forefinger was a metal butt plug–a small one, nothing too major–with what appeared to be a white fluff ball at the end. It’s meant to be worn with what you wore, but these bunny ears already trampled your dignity. Adding an anal toy to the frey might as well have you sign up for assisted suicide! “I figured we needed it to complete the look.”

“N-No! No, no, no, absolutely not!” Rejections fly out of your system. “That’s too much!”

Geto blinks. “You think so? It’s pretty small from what I’ve seen.”

You’ve seen these before!?!? “Even then, I don’t wanna—“

“Didn’t you see this with the set before you bought it?”

You almost choked on your tongue. “W-Well…Y-Yes, but,” your thumbs find themselves fidgeting, anything to distract the humiliation that overshadows your nervous state. “That doesn’t mean I wanted to…wear it.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s—” embarrassing as hell! A bunny tail as a butt plug!? Just kill me!! “—It’s…..It’ll look weird on me.”

Oh, how you didn’t know how much of a switch that flipped for Geto, the other quietly thought to himself before speaking again. “Y/n,” you perked at the mention of your name. “Turn around for me.” Chewing on your lips, you shook your head—you knew what he was doing. “C’mon, now, I thought you were my sweet girl.” You flatten your lips when he comes close to squeeze your cheeks. “Please? Wear this for me, my little bunny?” 

Oh, for God’s sake, this night was getting more challenging to get through with the hour. Inner dialogue can’t even bring you to a consensus, as your conscience is getting in the way of coming to a decision. On the one hand, you feel as though you’re venturing out of your comfort zone enough, wearing this flustering nightgown and these damn bunny ears. Yet, at the same time, this isn’t about you; this is all meant to be for your partner, something entirely out of the norm to make him feel special. And you being reluctant to accept his wishes is just pushing you back to square one and defeating the purpose of this entire dilemma, right? 

Your hands find your face to shield, releasing a long sigh that should have stretched to your final days. Nonetheless, you slump your arms down in defeat, and a short nod is given: “.......okay.”

Without being told again, you feebly follow Geto’s request and turn around. Your lower half is the only thing in his line of sight. Your lips can’t stop quivering in such a position, and breathing becomes arduous once you feel your boyfriend’s weight dent the mattress. You jolt when his hand comes to the top of your laced thong, bringing the material down to expose the bare skin of your ass to him. Damn it! A pillow within your proximity is brought to your face, using it to hide yourself from the world.

However, “Aww, don’t be so shy on me, baby,” Slender fingers faintly brush from your spine down to the very crevice of your bottom, making your body shudder. “Shouldn’t be hiding that pretty face from me.” The sound of your gasp, when his lubed fingers teeter around your rear entrance, ignites a flame, and now he has a thirst he’s itching to indulge with. “Shhhh, breathe, my love. Gonna go real nice and slow for you, okay?”

The pillow muffles your moans as Geto begins to push one finger inside your puckered hole slightly. The stretch of the digit is a pain you have never experienced, making you whimper like a poor babe. Your boyfriend coaxes you through it, adding more lube to ease your ass as his finger goes back and forth to prepare you. Adding another finger causes you to shake your head, and your entrance accommodates the insertions, whether you like it or not.

A full minute or more passes where your ass is played with, and Geto smoothes you with a rub of your buttcheeks as he removes his digits out of your lubed hole. “Now, time to test this out…” A sudden chill has your arch, and the cold metal of the butt plug has you clamping involuntarily, yet the raven-haired partner reminds you to relax your body while he pushes the toy inside you. It doesn’t invade with the snap of the finger; thirty seconds in, and your butthole is slowly but surely adapting to the alien plaything. And before you know it, you feel the whole thing finally be swallowed into your rear walls; you grip the pillow as your mouth releases silent cries. 

“Haaah…I-Is it in?” You lifted your head to inquire. 

“Yes, angel,” he playfully smacks your ass, and you jerk at the unexpected contact. “Damn, now you look all cute and sexy with this on.” Geto then shifts to stand on his knees before maneuvering above you, removing the pillow from beneath you so you can’t hide yourself from him any longer. And more trembles crawl all over your body when you feel his solid cock create friction on the rift of your ass. “Lift your butt a bit for me,” your hips follow his hands, guiding you upward until you meet his pelvis. “Good girl…Gonna start putting it inside, okay?”

You nod leisurely, grabbing the comforter beneath you as Geto pulls the thong to the side. It’s no surprise to see that your cunt is covered in your slick, the tip of his member queued to kiss your labia. The lascivious man hisses at the sensation, anticipation climbing up as he pushes himself unhurriedly. The same goes for you, your mouth agape with quieted shrieks when the cockhead makes it inside your vagina, gripping the sheets as he slowly pushes more of himself, every inch of his penis becoming greater and greater, inaudible babbles once the base meets your folds.

Geto allows you a couple of seconds to stabilize your breathing, starting with excruciatingly slow thrusts–so painfully slow that you can feel every dent and vein that ventures inward and outward your chasm; it’s hard for your hips not to move on their own. With every pull, your inner walls clench on the shaft as if wanting more as he leaves your warmth. And every push makes you full to the brink of tears, and your brows trenched together as your fists ball the sheets.

“Mmaahh…Nnahaah…!” The brush of your velvety channel feels good within the minute, and the insertion pain is now being replaced with pleasure. Your roll to the ceiling at the graze of your G-spot, the butt plug made your nerves more sensitive with how busy your lower half was. And once he’s warmed up enough, your companion turns up the speed of his ruts. “Taahhh, I, ohhhGod…! Sugu—Oooo!!” Did he just poke your cervix!? You sobbed out loud.

“Nnmm, holy shiiit, you feel so good, sweetie,” Geto moans, taking in the view before him. The lingerie you were wearing gave a beautiful image of your backside, his indigo orbs survey from the muscles of your back to your prompted ass. Holy hell, it was driving him crazy, watching how the flesh of your butt reverberates with the smack of his pelvis. It makes him want to go ever faster, harder. And don’t get him started on the white bunny tail butt plug; shit was too cute to resist and toy with, pulling on the item lightly and turning it around.

The action had your holes clenching simultaneously. “Shh–Shhtop, Suguuu!!” You wailed out, toes curling as he taunted your anus with light pulls and pushes. “D-Don’t do that…!”

“Heh, sorry, my bunny girl,” God, the way he was teasing you was literal hell on Earth with how he’s using your body right now. “You know I can’t help myself when it comes to you…Aiisshh! Fuhuck, you’re squeezing me so hard…Hmm? You like it when I tease you, huh, baby?”

You shook your head no in a rushed manner, the heat of your face already coursing to your ears. But then your frame jerked along with the sound of something, and it was a hand smacking on the skin of your butt.

“Now, don’t be like that,” Geto chuckles above you as you cry. The same hand he used to slap you soothes the blow. “You know you can be honest with me. At least your body is…Don’t you like being close to me like this?” You don’t reply, too busy squealing at another graze of your sensitive spots.  So, he slaps your buttocks once more. “Don’t ignore me, love.”

“—Mmmph! Ahh-hahh, I-I,” You swallow spit before choking on it. “I can’t…Hic, it’s shoh embarrassing…!”

“Aww, is the little bunny still scared?” He then bends down to your ear, a big move on his part as you swear you’re bound to shut down from the closeness. “Hmm? What’s so embarrassing?”

A sluggish pull back before Geto snaps his hips into you harshly, another jab to your cervix practically has you seeing stars. “Hoooh!! Be–Becausee!!” God, it’s so hard to think right now, the pound of your head getting harsher with the increased heat. “Y–You—Ahhaa! Youu make me…s-sound sho dirt—Eeeyahh!” 

“Oh?” He licks your ear before nibbling on the helix. “You don’t like it when I fuck you like this? Don’t like it when I whisper to your ear while you scream for me?” You shake your head no, which is extinguished once Geto stuffs your mouth with his fingers. Your tongue, played with by his fore and middle finger, has you mewling like no tomorrow. “Hmmm, that’s a funny thing to say when your pussy can’t stop twitching on me. Make it seem like you’re not embarrassed to milk my cock dry, huh, princess.” 

“Nnoohh, it’s not—hic—not like that!” A tear trickles down a hot cheek as you suck on his fingers, his thumb there unaware to wipe it. “Don’t say stuff like that…!”

“Why? Too crude for my angel’s ears?” He keeps teasing you, “Even though we’ve fucked lots of times, you still act like such a cutie.”

“Stooop,” Lord have mercy. Any more than this, and you’re bound to melt away sooner rather than later. “D-Don’t tease me…”

He can’t help it, not when you sound so cute and flustered because of him. It makes him think of an idea and straightens himself off of you. But not away from you — he then grabs your leg and rests it on his shoulder while straddling the other, changing the position so you can look at each other. Something a lot more intimate as he goes back to drilling his length into your heat. With a smug grin, he asks, “Is this less embarrassing for you, sweet baby?”

Your heart almost jumped out of your throat; no, this is much worse! Your shrieks returned to erupt out of your figure as Geto’s pace increased. The new angle achieves having his dick venture deeper inside your throbbing channel, pounding to you until the hilt meets your southern lips, and the bump and grind of your clitoris with the motion is enough to have you winded. “—Ohoohh!! Dooahh! N-Nooo, d-don’t look…!” You try to shield your face with your forearm.

Yet Geto instantly refutes that, using his free hand to move it while he bends back down; his added weight has you whining aloud. “Don’t do that,” he groans at the contract of your walls, retaliating with more rough plunges. “No more hiding from me; I wanna see that pretty face always.”

“Suguu, pleasee—Nnnn!” Scrapes to the walls of your vaginal walls are even more dangerous in this position. “T’oo faaast!!”

“Hnngh! FFfuckin’ shit…But you feel so good,” Geto presses his forehead onto yours. “You feel so good, you look so good, like holy fuck! You drive me too crazy; it’s–Ghhh!- just not right how you can make me go wild. I wanna see it all, wanna see how cute you look, how dirty you look, and how fucking hot you sound because of me—and only me.” A kiss to your nose before placing one on the corner of your lips. “Starting now, I wanna see all these sides of you, so don’t hide them from me…” 

You are given no room to reply to his statements as a kiss to your mouth finally seals the deal for tonight. Light pecks gradually dwell into steamy, longing smooches, tongue and teeth classing for intimacy. It’s all it takes for you to sink into his touch finally and the comforter beneath you, submitting to him as he finishes you off.  

Geto then rolls his hips at an erratic cadence, and relentless hits to your cervix have you blubbering helplessly into his lips. Ungovernable throbs around his girth are ineluctable, the climb of your orgasm climbing up tenfold with the brush of your clit up against his pelvis. OhhhGod! It’s coming, I’m gonna—“Mmmmph!”

The peak of your crescendo has you moaning deep into the kiss, your writhing figure submitted to the end of your session as your cunt flutters around Get’s girth as the shocks of the climax rock your entire body. And your contraction is all your partner needs to let go of the reins and cease to his own release, his pulsating shaft expelling his load deep into your palpitating vagina. The two of you continue to kiss as your bodies heave and jolt, with the last of the aftershocks coursing through your nerves. 

He breaks the kiss, the two of you gasping for air in sync. Drool slips from your lips and comes down to your chin, and Geto smiles before kissing your cheek. “Thank you for the gift,” he commends you. “Ya sure I can’t get at least one picture of you?”

You’re undoubtedly out of breath, yet your facial expression doesn’t fail to display unease. “Please…stop teasing me,” you sniffle with hooded eyes.

“Okay, my sweet bunny girl,” he chortles. “Well, at the very least, let’s go another round, ‘kay?”

“Wha—H-huh!?!?”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“…I will never listen to your advice ever again.”

“Wow, rude?”

“Right, like whatever happened to ’thank you’?”

As far as mornings go, this one was ultimately out of the norm. When was the last time you woke up with your body sore to the bone? Because the moment the sun’s rays peaked through the curtains and landed on your eyes, you couldn’t move a single finger or toe without feeling a sense of heaviness. Or maybe it was because you found that your tall boyfriend was still sound asleep; his slim frame was spooning you close to him. You could hear his light snore as he rested in the crook of your neck and arm to your shoulder with a strong leg between yours. 

Your face warmed up at the realization that he was so close to your proximity, and it only worsens when you realize that you both are in the nude, which rarely [if not NEVER] happens! Where’s your pajamas? At the very least, an oversized shirt and panties! 

But you couldn’t find them anywhere. All you could see was a black negligee and a white bunny-eared headband, and memories of last night finally started to swim into your brain. But the true horror was when you saw the butt plug from before down on the comforter, and it slipped past your mind not to scream and kick the item in humiliating terror while abruptly waking up your partner. WHAT THE FUUUUCK!??!?

And to add the nail to the coffin, your body didn’t look like how you left it yesterday. As you got up to head for the bathroom, you caught a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror and felt like you witnessed a scene from a horror movie. Your skin was covered in light bruises and bitemarks, discoloration where it’s implied there were hickeys received all around your neck, stomach, and inner thighs. You were still wearing the black knee-high stockings. However, those looked utterly different from how they looked initially; tears and holes were found all over, but most prominently, the inside of your upper thigh area.

Speechless was the word to describe your puzzlement—appalled, dumbstruck, void of thinking as your reflection showcased an entirely different person. Th-…There’s no way… That’s all you could say to yourself, but it was the way.

Once Geto left for work, it wasn’t any easier for you to work around the house. Working remotely suddenly became an obstacle, as every time your mind recalled the events that transpired the night before, you’d become too flustered to continue your work. You couldn’t even walk into your shared bedroom, too rattled to the point that you just used the guest bathroom! The notion of embarrassment was getting challenging to function today; had you known this would’ve been the effect of buying that damn outfit, you would’ve stopped yourself!

Hence, you’re now complaining to the people who probed you to purchase it in the first place. “A ‘thank you’? I could barely enter past the threshold of my own room, and you want me to thank you!?”

It was late afternoon. You were washing dishes and drying them in the kitchen while putting them aside. But you weren’t alone; your laptop sat at the kitchen island with an application running. On the screen, a window harbored two screens with different faces: one woman with brown hair appearing to smoke out her balcony, and the other with pale blue hair styling her hair to a bun. 

The brunette, Shoko, responds to your words. “Y/n, calm down; all you did was have sex in a bunny costume; nothing radioactive happened there.”

“Yeah, well, I feel like I did something radioactive!” You retorted, wiping the sponge across the wet plate concerningly fast. You pick up the headband from last night and grimace. “Damn this headband…God, I’m so sore.”

“Having sex for an hour straight will do that to a person,” a nerve is stricken when the other speaks; Mei Mei is now done styling the back of her hair with a sly smile. “Pfft, I still find it funny that you passed out.”

“It’s not funny!!” To your dismay, you only make your two best friends laugh even harder. “This is not how this is supposed to be; I don’t even recognize my own body…You saw the pictures!”

Shoko titters, “Yeah, I saw, and it looks like Geto couldn’t keep his hands off you.” She takes a drag of her cigarette and exhales the smoke. “Isn’t that a good thing, though? It means that he liked the gift and appreciated it tenfold.”

“Exactly,” Mei Mei agrees. Your complaints seem to suggest that we completed the mission of making him feel special—which was, you know, the main reason you wanted to do it in the first place.”

“Oh, he felt special, alright,” you said, placing a dry plate on the rest. Although you’d been in a constant state of indignity, what they were saying was true. The whole point of making a fool of yourself and wearing a costume was meant to be outside the norm. It’s exciting for you and Geto, and you can assume that the outcome brought a satisfying end for both parties.

…However, it would be nice if it didn’t cost you a lot of hickeys and soreness. You sighed heavily, “You’re right…I’m just happy that he enjoyed it. He even said I looked cute dressed as his little bunny.”

“I bet!! Why didn’t you take pictures!?” Shoko complains, her device coming closer to her face to emphasize her disheartened tone of voice. 

“I would rather die than have photos of that of me around,” the thought alone causes an unsettling quiver.

But Mei Mei also voices her grievances. “Ehhh, but I bet you looked so adorable~. You better take pictures the next time you do something like that!”

You could’ve sworn your neck was nearly to break when you snapped your head to look at your laptop screen. “Are you insane; what do you mean next time?” 

A silver brow rises. “Oh, be real, Y/n; you really think this is some one-and-done type thing? I bet you ten dollars that Geto would love to pull those bunny ears out again.” 

The brunette chuckles after exhaling more smoke from her pretty lips. “Aye, maybe we should find you some more outfits to wear for him. Maybe we should have you in a fox costume next.”

Your mouth drops in displeasure, but Mei Mei beats you into saying something. “Mmm, now that’s a good idea; I saw something online with cute ears and a skirt. And,” her lavender eyes narrow with a scoff. “I’m sure you’d love to wear the butt plug tail of that one too, Y/n—“

“GOODBYE!!”

You slapped your laptop screen down as your farewell to your best friends, whom you’re sure are probably laughing to themselves for witnessing your reaction. 

Your cheeks are so hot that they are in discomfort; unbelievable. A next time!? You couldn’t comprehend the possibility that you’d be wearing something like last night again. Could you even look at bunny ears the same again after what just happened?! Bunny tails, too; what you primitively thought was cute and pure has now been tarnished to a suggestive and erogenous image. No, there’s unquestionably no way you would be put into that position ever again. No, no, nope, and no!!

DING-DONG!!

The sudden noise of the doorbell diminishes your reluctant energy within milliseconds. You checked the kitchen clock — Geto should be coming home right about now, but why would he be ringing the bell? Inquisitiveness draws up to your shoulders as you dry your hands, taking light steps to the door and opening it after unlocking. 

You leave a small opening to peak through, “Y-Yes?”

“Is that the lovely Y/n I’m seeing~?”

That voice…Not Geto’s, but familiarity sparks up, and recognition prompts you to open the door wider. 

Pure snowy white hair is the first thing that captures your attention, along with the dark shades concealing its owners’ eyes—a signature look of your partner’s friend, “Sa–Satoru?”

“Aye, you remembered to call me by my first name that time!” The named man was dressed down in his work attire, his hand holding his black blazer while he brought his sunglasses up for his azure eyes to throw a wink at you. “It’s been a while, huh?”

“It has!” Your perplexity was evident in your tone; you had forgotten just how tall the man was. “Wh-What are you doing here?”

“Well, I was finally able to catch your boy-toy here before ditching me at work,” Gojo brings your boyfriend into view with the tug of his collar, the raven-haired man expressing nothing but total irritation. “Dude owes me dinner, and I heard someone is cooking a nice meal tonight! Have room for another person?”

“Who said you were invited?” Geto questions his best friend after getting out of his hold.

“I did!” The white-haired man answers. “You owe me for saving your ass yesterday with that file scare—you’re welcome, by the way,” he ignores the glare of his friend. “And just be glad I’m asking for a home-cooked meal, or else I’d be draining your pockets at that new steak place that opened up recently.” 

“Unbelievable…” Geto sighs exasperately. “Hurry up and get in.”

You move out of the way so the men can enter your abode. “Excuse my intrusion~,” the blue-eyed man says as he takes off his dress shoes in the foyer and happily walks to the living room. 

Your boyfriend shakes his head, “Sorry ‘bout this, baby.”

“It’s okay; I was done washing dishes anyway.”

“Mmm,” he brings you in for a hug, part of the routine when he returns home. “How’re you feeling now?” 

Your heart skips a beat. “I feel…okay, still sore, but, you know…” He smelt so good, his cologne pleasantly sinking you in. 

“Heh, sorry,” he kisses your temple. “I had a good time; you really spoiled me.”

The heat in your cheeks ventures to your ears and nape, and your heart returns to racing at an irregular dance. The memories of last night all come back to haunt you once more; images of you being bent into different positions and crying out for Geto hit you one after the other. The lewd thoughts are too much for your pretty little head, especially when you imagine the tall, dark-headed man all sweaty and panting above you with a grin on his face like last night.

At this point, your face will need an ice pack because it’s getting hot. “I’m..really glad you liked it.”

“Loved it,” he takes your hand and after removing his shoes. “Can’t wait to try it again next time.”

And with those last two words, the world suddenly fell to a standstill. You didn’t hear what you just heard—no, you didn’t. “N-Next time?” You repeat.

“Of course!” he leads you down the hall to the open space. What, you thought you’d spend all that money on me for just one night?” No, I HOPED so! “Besides, I was looking online during my break at work, and I saw this fox variant look that I think would look real good on you—”

You couldn’t believe your ears; not only did Mei Mei prove you wrong, but now you have to deal with your boyfriend’s interest in wanting to indulge more in this idea you’ve brought into the relationship. What you thought and hoped would be for one night is now bound to haunt you for many days to come, and that thought in itself had you shaking in your slippers.

As well as the fact that you now owe your best friend cash for jinxing this situation. Damn her!

“Yo, Suguru.”

You perk up when you hear Gojo’s voice as you two enter the kitchen area. And just when you thought this world couldn’t chew and spit you out enough, the image of the white-haired man standing beside the kitchen island holding something in his hand mortifies you to the core.

“What’s with the bunny ear headband? I thought Easter went and passed already.” 

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs + comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ☆ header art by alp (ringoya) + dividers by @/cafekitsune.

[lu-is-not-ok]

Hello Limbus Gamers

Why did I title this post that.

Anyway, yeah, it's that time again. I'm gonna analyze the RR4 trailer. Some of you may be asking why, but. You'll see.

Oh boy you'll see.

Starting off, we get a very brief animation of the nodes of the new Railway. And by brief, I do mean, this shit speeds past you like instantly.

They even make sure to not show the whole thing all at once to make it harder to count. I did count though. There are thirteen of these nodes in this animation. This might be subject to change, but we shall see.

Then we get the title card. We're back to single word Railway names from before RR3, and in the background we get to see some silhouettes. We're gonna learn what they are during the trailer itself, but you can already tell they're the abnos from the Battle Pass E.G.O - Dreaming Electric Sheep, The King in Binds, and Portrait of a Certain Day.

We also see silhouettes of some Sinners, and while it's hard to make out with the text in the way, I'm pretty sure there's N Corp Don, N Corp Faust, and BL Yi Sang in there.

Now THIS is interesting - a new Railway gimmick! Not just one gimmick though, but after throwing the screenshot into Google Translate, it turns out we might be dealing with two!

First, the one that doesn't need translating to figure out - the Backup gimmick. I believe it's shown a bit clearer in the next scene, so I won't be speculating on it too much yet, but from my guess it's a replacement for a similar mechanic in RR3, where you could throw another team of Sinners at an Abnormality after your initial team of 6 died to finish the Abno off from where you left it at.

That's not the most interesting part though, this is.

Our Sinners are also going to be recieving individual buffs in this Railway, potentially based on selection order, considering PM has been pushing more and more for the selection order to matter with the recent addition to the E.G.O Gifts.

If I'm correct and the buffs are based on selection order instead of being completely random, we can see the buffs are as follows:

Selection 1 - Identity Level +2

Selection 2 - SP Gain Efficiency +3

Selection 3 - too blurry for google to translate

Selection 4 - Defense Level +2

Selection 5 - Max Speed +2 (the 5 came from the semi-transparent level 45 number lmao)

Selection 6 - too blurry for google to translate

Selection 7 - Final Power +1

Selection 8 - Damage taken -10%

Selection 9 - this one i'm not too sure on but it might be Aggro +5 (the 45 came from the semi-transparent level 45 number lmao)

Selection 10 - scene cuts away too quickly to read it

In addition to that, some IDs (primarily the Backup selections but also for some reason Faust) get a head start of +10 SP when they join the fight, which is a very nice way to help off-set the issue of having to gain sanity in harder fights to even attempt winning clashes.

Next scene shows us what seems to be the Backup mechanic. It's an admittedly very brief shot that barely shows us anything of how it works, but considering everyone's low sanity and Ishmael's stagger, I'm guessing what happened is two units died and the backup units were put in there in their stead.

An interesting gimmick that honestly feels more lore-accurate than the current system LMAO.

Next up, we get our excerpts from the new Abno Logs. This one, based on the background, is for Portrait of a Certain Day. It's a bit hard to tell who wrote this Log based on the English translation, but it does give an interesting insight onto the Abnormality and by extention its E.G.O, Bygone Days.

Something about taking advantage of deaths through parading mementos of the dead in connection to Yi Sang and Gregor, huh... Gregor is the one who gave Aya's mask to Yuri as a memento, and then proceeded to keep that mask as a memento of Yuri. On the other hand, while Yi Sang personally didn't keep mementos of the League around, both Dongbaek and Dongrang had a strong emotional attachment to the last remaining picture of the League all together. There's something there I think.

Then we get to see the excerpt from Dreaming Electric Sheep's Abno Log. Again, not very clear who's writing this from the English translation. And this is a very interesting excerpt too! This is the clearest connection we get between the Abno and the 'Dreaming' part of its name! I feel like I'd need to see the whole Log to get a better idea of what is being conveyed here, but it is good to see we're getting to see some new angles on the Abno.

BIG SHEEP! It's notable that it's attacking Faust.

And there's Portrait, in all its low bitrate glory! Note that it's attacking Yi Sang.

What follows is two more shots, one of each of the Abnos, and then...

It might hard to see in that glorious 240p low bitrate, but yes. That is, in fact, N Corp Don and N Corp Faust, covered in a purple glow, attacking the Sinners.

And then, the bombshell.

Guys.

Guys.

These are Envy Peccatula.

Envy Peccatula are doppelgangers.

DO YOU REALIZE HOW HUGE THIS IS FOR SIN ANALYSIS??? Envy is one of those sins we got barely anything on due to its lack of Peccatula, and yet here we are, RR4 gave us a fucking blessing.

Anyway, back to talking about the actual fights themselves, I believe we're going to be dealing with faction-themed Envy Peccatula stages. The one we see in the trailer is N Corp, complete with a relevant background, and in the in the title card we can see Blade Lineage Yi Sang, implying we could get a BL-themed node as well. Notably, these are both factions that have enough IDs to form a full team.

The only other full team ID factions we have are W Corp and Liu Association, so these are also contenders for Envy Peccatula nodes. Seven Association is also possible, as they are only missing one ID from being a full six ID team. We could also potentially get a fraud Pequod Trio that's made up of the Pequod IDs, which would be really funny, but I'm not sure how likely that is.

Back to the trailer itself.

We finally get the Abno Log excerpt for The King in Binds, and it's very evocative in my opinion. The poetic language makes me think that Yi Sang is the one writing this Log.

This seems like an excerpt that's being used to describe a game mechanic - The King in Binds might have a mechanic where he tears himself free from his throne if certain conditions are met. Very interesting considering what we know about the abno.

What follows is some extremely quick and hard to see snippits of The King in Binds attacking Yi Sang. Yes, this is the best frame I could get from it.

Aaaand that's about it!

All in all, extremely excited about the potential Envy lore and fighting against out own units, and I guess the abnos are there too.

[fanficfanattic]

I was supposed to be finishing Boots & Bottles. But instead, a vision came to me.

Season 1 Jamie, at a bar with the team, trying to figure out why Colin, Isaac, Declan, and Roy were hiding behind a wall and spying on someone in the dining room bar.

If that doesn’t make sense, ignore it. It’s all a thin plot to get to Jamie offering to seduce the guy. He’s Declan’s sister’s boyfriend, she’s out of town, he’s at a bar, they think he’s trying to cheat on her.

This isn’t a fic. It’s barely a story. Mostly just sentences strung along with a few descriptions to give an idea lmao.

“No one’s ever accused me of being subtle afore.”

-•-

“What are you lot doing hiding behind a wall?”

“Shh, Jamie. We’re watching someone.”

“Watchin em do what?”

“Can it Tartt.”

“Roy? Isn’t it past your bedtime??”

“Shut it, your loud grating voice is gonna make him look over and then Cockburn won’t be able to find out if his sister’s boyfriend is cheating on her.”

He finally quiets and asks Declan if he means his sister Angelica. At his nod, Jamie looks incredulous.

“No way, she’s mad fit man. Why would he step out on her?”

Roy acidly asks why Jamie would step out on Keeley. He didn’t deign to answer to such slander.

“Why d’ya think he’s cheating?” He asked Declan instead.

“Well he’s at this bar while Angie’s out of town. We think he’s trying to pull.”

“Well then why haven’t one of you gone over then?”

“Cause none of us could pass for a woman, Jamie,” Colin snarked.

“Sure but he’s bi so that don’t matter none do it?”

“What?!”

“Shh, Colin. We’re supposed to be being quiet.”

“Jesus, Tartt. You’re the loud one! Also I wanna know how you came to that conclusion?”

“Uh, Roy, his shoes? Duh.”

“Oh, his shoes do look pretty posh.” And Jamie nodded at Colin finally seeing sense.

“And I’ve seen him around Gay.”

“Gay?” Isaac said it, but all four of the players at the table looked confused.

“You know, the bar. G-A-Y?”

“You don’t say the word. The name is G, and A, and Y. You cannot possibly be that dumb, Tartt. You’re just being a prick.”

“Ohh, no. No I thought people were being, like, circumference?”

“What?”

“Saying it but not saying it?”

“Did you mean circumspect?”

“Nah, circumference? Where you say it in a round about way?”

“Roy!” Colin managed to grit out through his teeth. He sounded pained by not being aloud to yell about their rapid fire back and forth. “Not the important part of what he said!”

“Why were you at a gay bar, bruv?” Isaac asked before Roy could take over the whole interrogation.

“You just said you weren’t supposed to say the word!”

“Tartt!”

“Jesus. Sorry. It’s where Keeley likes to go to pull women. She’s bi too.”

“He could be going there without being gay?” Colin asked. Declan was suspiciously quiet on these questions.

“Sure, that’s why I said he’s bi.”

“I meant-”

“Look,” Jamie said, finally showing his impatience. “if none of you wanna do it, I’ll go seduce him.”

“You?”

“Roy, have you seen me hipbones? No one even passably interested in men can resist them.”

“You are such a vain mo-“

“Colin, give us your phone,” Jamie cut Roy off again.

“Why?”

“So you can listen in to get your proof.”

Jamie calls himself, answers before it can ring, and puts Colin’s back in his hand. Then he stands there motionless.

“Well, aren’t you-“

“Waiting for the right time.” And before Roy could yell at him some more, he’s off.

-•-

Walks right beside the man at the bar, puts his hands on the polished wood, and leans up on his tiptoes. It puts his ass right in the man’s sightline and when Jamie turns a bit the man can see Jamie’s ass flex.

“Just me luck. Get here and the barman’s run off.”

“Oh, well, he’s been pretty efficient. Will probably be back soon.”

“Cheers. Mind if I sit?”

“Not at all. Hey. Listen. You look familiar?”

“Oh? You might have seen me on the telly. You a football fan?”

“Not much but I bet that’s it. What team are you on?”

“Man City? The accent didn’t give me away?”

“Dunno. But your accent is beautiful.”

“Oh well, now I know you’re chatting me up. Not many can hear the beauty in a Manc accent.”

“Then a lot of people are fools. You know, I didn’t really think footballers were so…”

“So what? Charming?”

“That too. But I was going to say obvious.”

Jamie’s giggle came clearly through Colin’s speaker. Roy thought Jamie was apparently going for even more air-headed than normal.

“No one’s ever accused me of being subtle afore. I know what I like when I see it so I say it.”

With that, he finally caught the barman’s eye to ask about drinks.

“How comfortable are you with exotic shots, mate? I wanna give me friend here a blowjob.”

Said man spluttered while Colin tried to swallow down a shriek. Roy watched in horror as Jamie leaned closer and whispered to the man.

“You like amaretto? And Irish cream? Those are the secret ingredients. One of my favs. Love blowjobs, I do.”

Jamie hands over one of the two shots and then says “Now we can each have a blow job!” Clinks his shot glass against the other’s, downs it, and then whispers to him again. “Excuse me, do you know where the toilets are? I’ve never been here. Want to show me?”

-•-

As they walked past, Jamie called attention to the other players, though luckily by that point they had rushed to seem like they were just normally sat at a table.

“Hey lads, think I’ll be headed home soon. Oh, and I made a new friend!”

Declan looked up to lock eyes with the man. Who recognized Declan and then slowly realized exactly what that sounded like.

“Hey, Declan, my man! Just showing this guy to the gents. Then heading home. Your sister gets back from her trip tomorrow. Gotta be up early to pick her up!”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Yeah. Was just having an after work drink when your friend here asked for directions.”

“Right. After work. At 9pm. And you needed to walk him over rather than just point at the neon sign over the door?”

“Yup!”

“I gave him a blowjob earlier!”

“He! That is. A shot!”

“Yeah, I’m giving you a shot. To get with me! You’re lucky, you know. I only hook up with cute boys, don’t I?” Only Colin played along, nodding in answer.

“What. No. This is a misunderstanding. I’m not gay, man.”

“Sure, sure, neither am I. Right boys?” And he wiggled his eyebrows at Roy, Declan, Colin, and Isaac. Slowly turning to each one to make it as painful to watch as possible. Jamie liked Angelica, she was fit like he said but more than that she was really nice. Making her smarmy ex squirm was a treat.

The man fled, missing the smirk that spread across Jamie’s face before he leaned up against the player’s table. Flaunting his ass again just like before.

“If your sister thinks he’s actually just confused, you should tell her that he was showing me the way with his hand on me ass.” He then pulled a condom from his back pocket, and held it out to him. “And see if she recognizes the brand. He slipped it into the back pocket real smooth like.”

Declan snorted, then elbowed his ribs. “Apparently he’s more subtle than you, eh?”

“Bout as subtle as a brick to the face. Thought he was gonna cum in his pants when I said I wanted to give him a blowjob.”

“How did you think of that shot?”

“Told you I’ve been to G-A-Y with Keeley. It’s how the men there check to see if I’m straight. Apparently how you react can tell a lot about yourself.” He didn’t give them a chance to ask more about it though.

“Well, this has been fun, lads. But I’m gonna head out shortly. Just gotta settle up me tab. Oh, and Declan?”

“Yeah?”

“He left without doing that himself. I’m gonna pay it, and tell the barman that he ran off after I rocked his world. Pout a bit about getting me poor heart broke. Ask if I can leave a note for ‘whenever that fit bloke comes back for his abandoned credit card.’

If your sister still doesn’t believe ya, tell her to swing by for it. Cause whoever hands it over to her will be happy to tell her the hot gossip around it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Like I said. Not known for being subtle, am I?”

“Cheers.”

[strwberri-milk]

Hi Hi!!! Your posts lowkey carry my mental stability lmao. Anyway, can I have Kaeya with an s/o who's very musically inclined? Like they have a nice voice, know how to play instruments, things like that. Bonus if it's a stringed instrument like Violin or Guitar bcs I play both of them. Anyway, I'm sorry if you're busy as I ask this but yk pls stay safe <333

yes yes yes fun fact i cant develop calluses bc i always pick at them before they can harden :(

You like to practise and Kaeya also likes it when you practise. He thinks you're incredibly skilled and loves listening to you play your instruments. The way your fingers glide across the strings, the way your hand easily climbs the neck, the nimble movement of your fingertips dancing from fret to fret - it's all so lovely to a point he finds himself so mesmerised he might miss your music.

At first you worried that you were going to bother him. After all, instruments aren't exactly the quietest things on earth. However, since you were confident enough in your skills you knew it didn't sound awful and with his blessing your shared home was constantly being peppered with the pretty noises of your instruments.

Kaeya loved to do his paperwork at home, feeling like you were serenading him. It put him into a wonderful flow state, letting him do work so much more efficiently than he was able to do it before.

What he didn't know was that you also enjoyed singing. You didn't practice it as often as you did everything else, not wanting to subject yourself to any embarrassing voice cracks around him. You know he wouldn't make fun of you but you wanted to be at your absolute best before you sang for him.

That was all thrown to the wind when he came home early one evening. He was planning to surprise you after finishing his shift early, grabbing you some of your favourite treats to spoil you with. He practically snuck in, making sure to shut the door quietly behind him. He didn't want to interrupt you and your rehearsal after all.

He expected the sound of the guitar playing, happy to hear that you picked it back up after a brief stint of going on strike due to a difficult chord progression. You played other things in the meantime, but there was something about the song you were playing before that he just loved.

What he didn't expect was to also hear your voice quietly singing along. It wasn't incredibly loud or anything, but it was very soothing from the tiny bit he could hear. You were singing along with whatever you were playing, so focused that you didn't notice him standing in the doorway listening along to you.

When you finished, he claps for you, making you jump so hard you almost drop your guitar. You don't know how to respond, and instead just find yourself a little embarrassed. You wanted to perfect this song before he heard it, drumming against the body of your guitar a little as you wait for him to speak.

"You sound lovely," he says sweetly into your ear, hugging and kissing your cheek once you move the instrument out of the way.

"Thank you. I wanted to sing that song to you, but I didn't want to until I perfected it," you pout a little.

"Really? That sounded perfect to me," Kaeya praises, pressing a kiss to your lips.

"It could have been just a bit better, you know? I'm just a little harder on myself since I know I can do better."

"Oh don't be. You always serenade me so sweetly. I can't help but fall a little more in love with you every time I hear you play something. Now, I get to hear you sing for me too, okay?"

You know you can never say no to him, but you would never hate singing for him.

[magnoliacharmed]

Employee of the Month

(not my gif!)

18+, Sting x Fem!Reader one shot smut

[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]

Word count: ~2.1k

Tags: Backstage sex, unprotected sex, facepaint (is that a tag that even makes sense... i mean the man’s whole thing is facepaint lmao), 

Summary:

Reader/you finally get acknowledged for your behind the scenes work in WCW by Sting.

Eric Bischoff was definitely getting his money worth hiring you as his personal assistant. That title sounded too professional, it had too much prestige to it. In reality, you were his gofer. Get me this, go for that, make this call, and before you go, don't forget to solve world hunger? You may not be in as good of shape as the wrestlers around you but with the running back and forth you did on a daily basis you were starting to build up some great stamina.

You rarely got to speak to the wrestlers you saw so often. For a good majority of the day you were glued to Bischoff's side constantly making little notes on your clipboard. They'd approach the both of you, sometimes tossing a short greeting your way. Then they'd talk to the boss and you were back to being in the shadows. You figured it was best this way. You didn't want to come off as a groupie or too eager. It was a dream come true to even get this job and you wanted to make sure you kept it.

As far as you knew, to everyone else around you were simply the world's most efficient ghost. Somehow things just got done. No one ever saw (noticed) you complete the tasks, but they managed to be finished. The only person in the company who actually acknowledged you, who actually remembered your name, was Sting. He was one of the biggest names WCW had. For someone with his amount of star power, he was a pretty nice guy. Whenever you rushed by him he said hello, asked how you were doing, all those general pleasantries. Despite his status you'd never really paid much attention to him before. That all changed after he began to speak to you more regularly. You began to look forward to seeing him. You felt sparks fly when he said your name.

Crap, you had a crush on him.

That was gonna make things difficult considering how often you had to see him.

Little did you know, he had a little bit of a crush on you too. He liked the way you held it together under pressure. Your crafty ways in solving problems. The fact that you minded your business and didn't get involved with the messiness that was other wrestlers' problems. They could be so overdramatic, acting as if they were still in high school. Your direct reporting to Bischoff kept you away from all that.

A knock on the locker room door made him whip his head around to see you standing in the doorway. You looked a little nervous, clipboard clutched to your chest and eyes wide. Some poker face you had.

"Ah, Mr. Borden? Mr. Bischoff sent me down here to assist you for the night?" Bischoff told you early that morning that just for the night, you'd be Sting's gofer instead of his. That was fine by you. You needed a break from the man and his many ideas. You wondered why tonight of all nights he decided to send you away.

"Oh yeah. I don't need much help but I'm happy you're around."

Now your heart was beating hummingbird fast.

Sting returned to the mirror to fix his hair. The way it flowed and moved mesmerized you more often than not. You sat down on the bench between the lockers and mirrors, quickly scribbling notes on some scratch paper. You had a feeling Eric was going to dump a lot of work on you tomorrow.

"You can call me Steve, you know. Or Sting. I don't mind either." He turned to smile at you. You could've melted into the floor right there. Your bashful smile and the involuntary movement you made of raising the clipboard to hide your face sent him reeling. Were you always this cute?

"Okay… Sting." You would've liked to call him by his real name but didn't feel comfortable. But how much more comfortable was calling him his stage name off-stage? You still weren't sure of the etiquette.

"Do me a favor? My makeup is in that locker behind you. Mind grabbing it for me?"

With a nod, you quickly got up to grab the black and white face paint out. You always liked the creative liberties he took with the designs. You handed off the jars to him, hands touching each other briefly.

Butterflies. Hummingbirds. Flames. Flooding?

Lust, too? Ugh, this was just too much to handle.

Sting felt it too. The touch was like unexpected thunder on a bright, cloudless day. Where did all that feeling come from?

"I like your… makeup. The designs. It's really cool. Kinda scary." You really hoped you didn't sound like a geek.

He smiled at you again. You could tell he was handsome underneath the facepaint and you were happy you were right.

"Thanks. I usually do it myself but I think I need some help tonight." His eyebrow raised up at you playfully.

Do not come undone!

"Oh! Oh, sure, I can help. It won't look as nice as what you do though. Just as a warning."

He handed you a brush and the white paint. Were your hands trembling? God, you hoped not. He smelled so good. Like strong men's body wash. It made you kind of wet.

Likewise, the smell of your shampoo wafted in his face as you leaned over in front of him. It was fruity, a scent that seemed a lot more exciting than what he expected. Sting realized now he never really thought about what you did outside of work. What kind of friends did you have? What's the last movie you saw? What turned you on?

Uh-oh. That last question came out of nowhere.

Sting looked forward at himself in the mirror as you covered his face in the white makeup. The smell of your hair and you bent over in front of him was driving him a little crazy. It wouldn't be a smart idea to fuck Bischoff's assistant. You're always in his ear. Really, you're was the one holding everything together. Whether or not everyone else realized that was anybody's guess. A quick glance down at your chest was the worst idea he could've had. The cut of your shirt didn't allow for a lot of view, but the glimpse he caught of your breasts was the last thing he needed to get rock hard.

He had a feeling you wouldn't ever make the first move. That's why he had to be the one to ask Bischoff for your assistance that night. Now he had to continue on, damn the consequences.

"I hope this position isn't too awkward for you." Sting's voice was a little hoarse. It made your breathing quicken.

"No, not all Mr. Borden-- Sting. Sorry. Hard habit to break." You gave him a lopsided "what can you do?" smile. The heat building between your legs was very distracting. The way you were bent over was making your knees lock up. You kicked your legs up behind you to move the muscles.

As soon as your right calf reached the air, Sting picked you up and sat you in his lap. He picked you up so easily too, like you were a bag of feathers in his arms. Suddenly your faces were inches away from each other, noses almost touching. His big hands rested on the small of your back.

"If you're uncomfortable, we can stop right here, right now. I'll leave you alone. I'll tell Eric you did a great job."

You shook your head no vigorously. There was no way you wanted to stop now.

Sting breathed in deeply. It was a combination of relief and restraint.

"Okay. Keep going with the makeup."

Words could not form correctly. You nodded and finished off the white paint. His grip around you was tight. You could feel just how hard he was against you, your warmth meeting his in a way that made your brain fuzzy. You twisted your body around to reach for a new brush and the black paint. The friction of you moving on top of him made him clear his throat.

The show would be starting soon. Now or never. When you twisted back to face him, brush and paint in hand, Sting lifted you just a fraction into the air. He was happy he chose not to wear the singlet tonight. With a swift and frantic motion he pushed down his pants to let his cock spring forth.

Your eyes widened at the sight. He was so hard. Precome leaked from the tip of him, glistening and wet.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck me

He pushed your own jeans down. He was pretty skillful with one hand, undoing the button and zipper with ease. You raised a leg up for him to push the pant leg down, freeing one side of you from the fabric. The sight of your crimson red lace panties made him pause. Again, another surprise. Very impractical underwear for such a practical person.

His eyes met yours. Sting finally let you sit back on his lap, dick pressing so dangerously close to you. He was on the verge of pushing inside of you.

"Keep applying… the paint." He breathed. His face might have looked blank but lust fired in his pupils.

Your hands were trembling now, no doubt about it. You clenched the brush and black paint with as much effort as you could. Painting around his eyes? No problem. You got it! The look was beginning to come together when--

"Holy shit," your moan was loud. Much louder than expected. The brush almost fell from your grip as the pad of Sting's thumb began to circle around your clit. He was moving so painfully slow, taking in the sight of you squirming above him. You threw your head back in ecstasy at the pressure building down below.

"Keep going," his voice had gotten deeper below you. How were you supposed to do a good job face painting while he rubbed your clit? It would just have to come out sloppy. You did a great job 100% of the time… one tiny slip up wasn't so bad.

Your voice turned to a whimper as Sting finally entered you. A string of curses rapidly escaped your lips, causing him to laugh. Tonight was the first time he'd heard you curse and it was all because of him. The man had a lot of girth. He stretched you out, massaging your walls with a practiced ease. You were putty in his hands. The warm wetness of you was close to too much to handle. The way your muscles clenched around his cock, the way you seemed to pull him deeper in you was unique. He'd never felt anyone like you before. Every stroke hit your spot perfectly.

Your breathing was heavy. The brush finally reached his lips and it was a struggle to get there. You tried your hardest to stay in the lines as his hands gripped your hips and pushed you up and down on him. You gushed over his pants, eyes rolling back in your head. Your hard work was for nothing. Your lips pressed down into his, fresh paint smearing across his face onto yours. You had enough time to fix it, he didn't come on until the show was almost over.

Good at kissing, good at fucking, good at wrestling. What a man, you thought as he pounded away at you.

Your body slammed against his. You hummed along with every push down onto him, fingers reaching to grab into his hair.

"Steve-- Sting-- ah, fuck," You began to mumble. The fact he had Bischoff's well composed cute assistant saying his name so passionately was enough to send him to the edge. The black and white paint smeared into a gray streak on your lips. Something about that sight was the final piece of the puzzle.

"Fuck," he growled. His come covered your insides, cock twitching with every spurt. Your own orgasm rocked you hard. Your legs shook below you and your fingers gripped even tighter at the roots of his hair. You grinded forward on his still hard dick, pushing his come deeper in you. His thumb finally left your clit while your breathing slowed down.

No feeling in your legs. Not a surprise. He raised you up again, one hand around your waist. His cock slid out of you so painfully slow that you whimpered at the feeling of cool air against your wetness.

He turned you around so you could face the mirror. The smear of makeup made you bury your head in your hands.

You were not supposed to fuck the talent!

But man, it felt good.

Sting laughed at your embarrassment. The bottom half of his face was gray now.

"Best makeup I've ever had." He smiled at your expressions in the mirror.

[cinnamon-bunni]

UHH NOT ME COMPLETELY FORGETTING TO POST MY NEW FIC ONTO TUMBLR OOPS HA HA

Anyways! here it is! i am really excited for this fic!! i have a lot of plans for this fic, and hopefully i'll actually finish it; i have a bad track record of abandoning multi chap fics, and im hoping this wont end like that ^^; i have high hopes for this fic, and really want it to be my best work, so im gonna be putting my 110% into this lmao

anyways! the first chapter is under the cut, but please feel free to read it on ao3 as well! i have my own skin for this fic, and imo its better to read it that way (i mean, doesnt add anything important, but just more fun, i think). i also wont be putting the future chapters onto tumblr, only on ao3

pairing: luigi/peasley genre: fluff (first chapter) word count: 4.9k first chapter under the cut!

The Goodwill Ambassador Lady Lima is commanded by

The Prince to invite

the Mario Brothers            

to the Beanbean Kingdom’s Woven Hearts Festival

on the twenty-fifth of December,

at the Beanbean Castle.

Your presence would be greatly appreciated. The Festival shall be a great celebration, and I would love for you two to join!

Until then,

Prince Peasley

The letter was short and efficient, and it wasn’t anything Luigi didn’t expect as a formal invitation. Luigi had to say, he had never heard of the Woven Hearts Festival, but it wasn’t like he was too familiar with Beanish tradition in the first place. But he was excited to find out, especially since it was a chance to visit Peasley again.

In a different, more personal letter, Peasley had talked about how thrilled he was for the festival. Apparently the kingdom only celebrated it every ten years, so it was a pretty big deal. And with that, it was the first time that Peasley was hosting, instead of the queen. He sounded pretty excited about having that responsibility, and Luigi himself couldn’t wait. While the festival itself was only a week away, Peasley had requested for them to arrive as early as possible, and Luigi wasn’t one to disappoint. Besides, more time to catch up and be in the prince’s presence was something Luigi would enjoy, and if he could be of use to help with preparations, then it would be even greater.

Sadly, Mario couldn’t leave as early. Toadsworth had requested that the cheap cheap problem be dealt with sooner rather than later–which meant that Mario was going to be down in the sewers to deal with the fish that had made a home there. It wouldn’t be more than a few days of work though–maybe even only a few hours if Mario was lucky enough that the problem wasn’t that big, as Toadsworth made it seem.

But he insisted that Luigi go ahead to go down to Beanbean Kingdom. Just because he had to work didn’t mean that Luigi had to wait to see his boyfriend. “I’m sure you’re just dying to have some alone time with him!” Mario had reasoned, and while Luigi did indeed look forward to the idea of seeing Peasley again, it didn’t stop him from his face turning a bright red for Mario to laugh at.

So Luigi, with his packed suitcase, headed off for Beanbean Kingdom. Nervousness as well as excitement swirled in his gut, as the thought of seeing Peasley again, as well as celebrating an obviously important festival, brought a jumbled bunch of emotions into him. It was clear that it was very important to Peasley–and as an extension, the kingdom as a whole–and Luigi wanted it to be sure it was as special of a moment as Peasley seemed to want it to be. But nothing was going to ruin it, of course not; Luigi was determined and confident that it was going to be a completely normal vacation with many exciting moments with the prince. It was going to be fun, and Luigi was going to relax.

The Beanbean International Airport had been bustling with life when Luigi landed. Beanish people and many others flew in, more than likely for the same reason Luigi had. He would’ve been worried about finding a place to stay–with so many visiting, he was sure that hotels everywhere in the kingdom were booked up to the brim–had it not been for his confidence that Peasley would insist that he stays at the castle. The prince would rather be transformed back to Dragohoho than be a less than stellar host. Luigi had doubted that, but Peasley always insisted that it was true.

“I want nothing but the best for you, my love! It is the least you deserve, for everything you have done for me and my kingdom. And if the way I pay you back is through lavish staying conditions, then so be it! Nothing less than best for you, Greenie.”

It still made Luigi’s face burn up when he thought about it.

By the time he had left his terminal, Luigi’s nerves only increased tenfold. Not in an anxiety-inducing way, no, but in an excitement mixed with a healthy amount of restlessness. A whole week and weekend to spend on a vacation sounded wonderful, and Luigi was quite excited for it to start. He hadn’t even left the baggage claim area before he heard shouts over the bustling people.

“Luigi! Over here!” Luigi’s eyes searched through the sea of people, only to land on the prince of the Beanish Kingdom. His smile was bright and lit up the whole building, and his beauty was just as radiant as Luigi remembered. The prince’s outfit was the same as ever, sans his characteristic cape. In its stead was a thick, cream-colored scarf tied around his neck.The smile that grew on Luigi’s face was wide as he waved over the prince.

“Peasley!” he greeted, and was instantly met with a hug. Luigi let out a low chortle as his arms instinctively returned the action, and gave a tight hug back. The prince pressed a kiss onto his cheek.

“I’ve been waiting for so long for your arrival! I have so many things planned for us, and I’m sure you’ll love it.” He pushed himself off of the plumber, but kept steady hands on his shoulders. He looked around the terminal. “And where is your brother?”

“Oh, about that; Mario ended up being dragged into some work before the flight left. But he promised to arrive no later than tomorrow afternoon!”

Peasley tsked. “Well then! I’m afraid we’ll just have to get started without him, won’t we?” A hand trailed down his arm, down into his hand, which Peasley held onto. Luigi responded with his own squeeze of the hand. “I was thinking we first head for some coffee–we have so much to catch up on, don’t we? And what better to do on a cold day than have a warm beverage and some exchanges of stories?”

Peasley took the lead, through the crowds that parted way for the pair like an ocean. The second they stepped out of the airport and into the fresh air, Luigi’s body began to shiver. He knew it would be cold–it was in the middle of winter, after all–but he hadn’t considered wearing any of his warm clothes that he had packed. How Peasley was able to wear his normal, out-of-season clothing and not even flinch when a harsh wind blew against them, Luigi would never know.

On the way, Peasley spoke about the different kinds of festivities he had planned, how excited he was to be planning the whole thing. The Hearts Woven Festival was a big deal in the kingdom, and he wanted it to be the best for his subjects. He talked about all the different plans he had for the festival, all sorts of decorations and games and stalls, all sorts of plans that made Luigi think about the carnivals that the Mushroom Kingdom had on special occasions. The only difference he found was that the whole celebration was over two days; one day was filled with the festivities that Peasley rambled on about, with the next day holding a gala-like party in the castle. They reveal the Harmony Heart, as a symbol of the kingdom’s unity. Determination bled into Peasley’s words, and no doubt was the prince set on creating the best festival that he could. And Luigi didn’t doubt his partner’s abilities—Peasley could do just about anything he set his mind on, and if he wanted this to be the best festival that the kingdom has ever thrown, then Luigi was confident that Peasley could pull it off.

When they entered Castle Town, it only hit Luigi then just how thrilled the rest of the kingdom was over the festival as well. He supposed it made sense–it only came around only every ten years, and was the biggest event, according to Peasley. The Beanish around them all wore grins on their faces, with laughter and cheerfully chatter filling the air. There were ones who were setting up different food stalls, games, and things of the like around, and others who were putting beautiful decorations of pennant flags tied from pole to pole, balloons and streamers everywhere, and artwork being done on the freshly built wooden stalls. None of it was close to being done, no, but Luigi could tell with ease just how much care and work was being put into this. 

“We should deal with your luggage first,” Peasley said absentmindedly, more to himself than to Luigi. “We’ll drop it off real quick, and have someone bring it to your room. There’s just so much I want to talk to you about and show you!”

“We have a whole week, Peasley,” Luigi reassured with a smile, “it’s fine if we take it slow.”

“Oh, but so many things to do in only a week, my love! And I don’t want to waste a single second with you.” Peasley continued to lead Luigi, a clear goal and plan in his head. Luigi didn’t mind too much–he enjoyed getting to see how the town was getting ready for the festivities.

The castle matched the town in its decorations almost perfectly. The color scheme was the same–a pattern of gold, white, and red adorned the castle and its town–and lines of pennant flags were tied across from wall to wall. The guards on duty seemed to be in a jollier mood too, even when Peasley requested them to take hold of Luigi’s luggage and find a handmaid to go and put his suitcase into the guest room he’d be staying in.

The pair finally got inside somewhere warm when they entered the Starbeans Café. The warmth of the heaters blasting throughout the building was extremely appreciated by the plumber, and Peasley hummed in glee as he rubbed his hands together. 

“It doesn’t seem to be that busy, luckily for us,” Peasley commented. “Do you mind finding us a place to sit while I order our drinks?”

“Alright. Could you get me-”

“A chuckoccino?” Peasley offered a playful smile. “You’re a man of habit, you know.” Luigi couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped through his lips, or the heat that consumed his face. No matter how much he tried to pull his hat down, he couldn’t hide how flustered he was. Why did Peasley always do this to him during the most mundane of situations?

Peasley only laughed again before he walked off.  Luigi found a quiet table against one of the walls, with a large-scale window right against it with a great view of the town. The clouds that blanketed the sky blocked out a good deal of the sun’s light, and the dark hue made him wonder if it were ever going to rain. Or would it snow, based on how cold it was? Luigi would’ve definitely preferred the latter.

It didn’t take long for Peasley to return with their drinks. He placed down the mugs gently on the table, and Luigi dragged his own over. The two beverages steamed, ready to burn any mouths that attempted to gulp it down. Luigi blew on the drink, and took the tiniest of sips. He hummed in delight, the warmth of the small amount of liquid already making him content.

“You know, you’ve never told me what the festival is about,” Luigi mentioned. Peasley, who was mid-sip of his drink, gave a small nod.

“Oh yes,” he said, putting down the drink. “I can’t believe I completely forgot to explain it to you! Do you truly not know anything about it?”

“I never heard of it until yesterday, honestly,” he admitted. Luigi felt a bit bad for not being aware of customs and traditions of the Beanish as he should, but he was met with a smile from Peasley.

“Well, I’ll do my best to keep the story short. But, it started a long time ago–a few generations after the kingdom was created with the Beanstar. I told you about that story, didn’t I? How a lonely king wished to create his own kingdom, but everything always went wrong? And then a star came down and blessed his good heart, and his wife with the most beautiful voice in the land?”

“Well…no. But I think maybe we should stick to one story at a time.”

Peasley chuckled. “Yes yes, of course.” He started to trace the rim of the mug with his index finger. “Well, the Beanbean Kingdom was flourishing for a while, and all was well for everyone. But, it was said that outside of the kingdom walls, out in the sea and the fields and mountains, that evil and darkness incarnate existed. They wanted to have the Beanstar for themselves. But they never could get in the kingdom, for the walls were too strong. And so, instead of trying to destroy it with brute strength, the darkness and evil decided to instead slip through the cracks of the walls, and sneak in.

“While the darkness couldn’t be there physically, it started to slowly affect the citizens of the kingdom. It started to take over the kingdom’s people, and took over their souls, infecting them with darkness and evil. The kingdom started to fall apart because of it. The king lost many of his people to it–he even lost one of his sons, and only daughter to it, too. The kingdom was collapsing, but the king stayed true to himself. He did everything in his power that he could to save everyone, and refused to let himself succumb to evil.”

Peasley gave a sad smile as he continued. “And then his wife ended up falling into it. The loving queen, who had always been by his side, was starting to get taken over by it. And the king just couldn’t accept this reality. And from his strong emotions–his need to save her, his grief and determination that came from it, and the goodness and purity of his heart, the Harmony Heart was born.” Peasley paused, for a few seconds, and then hummed as he moved his hand down to drum on the table. “None of the texts that we can find talks explicitly of how though, only that it just…appeared. Odd, but I guess we’ve never really questioned it. It was a miracle afterall, one that saved the Beanbean Kingdom.

“But I suppose that fact doesn’t matter,” Peasley sighed, not letting a single thing get in the way of his story-telling. He then gave a triumphant smile as he continued on. “As I said, the Harmony Heart was created. And with that, the king was able to use that power and rid all of the evil and darkness within the kingdom, and bring light to all! He was able to not only save his wife from it, but all of his subjects as well. The Heart took the king’s heroicness and purity, and was able to spread it all across the land.

“And so every ten years we throw a festival and feast to celebrate not only how we’re still here today, but also that the Heart is what keeps us united and is what keeps that kingdom-falling evil at bay.” Peasley, as though on a final note, took a sip of his drink. “That’s about it, really. I’m sure I’m missing a few details though–the story got a bit…muddled throughout the years, but that’s the gist of it.”

“Wowie…” Luigi hadn’t even known what to say. A long–but apparently short by Peasley’s standards–story, but one of triumph and success. The Mushroom Kingdom had many like it, but the Beanbean's were quite unlike stories he had heard before.

“The festival sounds fun,” Luigi decided on. “A-and, I can’t wait to see what you have planned for it.” Peasley’s smile grew more by those words, and Luigi couldn’t help but reciprocate that grin. Peasley’s eyes shone a brilliant yellow, bright with excitement, and Luigi felt like he could get lost in them for hours on end.

“Oh!” Somehow, Peasley’s excitement grew even more, his voice light with giddiness. “I should show you around Castle Town so you can see how much we’ve gotten done!” 

Luigi was sure that he had seen quite a bit just from traveling to the coffee shop. But if it made Peasley happy, then he wouldn’t mind a stroll through the cold, but cheerful, town. Who was Luigi, to dampen his boyfriend’s clear excitement?

He barely got in a nod as an answer before Peasley quickly downed the rest of his drink and got up from this seat. He then stuttered a bit with his actions, and  sat back down as Luigi took a slower sip of his own beverage.

“Ah–perhaps I got a little bit too excited,” the prince admitted bashfully. Luigi offered a comforting smile. He could tell how restless Peasley was, but that was understandable. It was obvious how much Peasley cared for this event, and just wanted to show Luigi everything he was working on, and how he was proud of it, and Luigi couldn’t fault him for that.

Peasley, while Luigi worked on his drink, continued to talk about the festivities. He spoke about how the Hearts Woven festival was in fact celebrated over two days–one entirely of a fun festival in Castle Town with music, food, games, anything that could be imagined–and then a ball on the next day, held within the castle–more of an esteemed event, Peasley explained, with it being focused more on the royal family and how they watch over and protect the Harmony Heart. Luigi froze a bit at the mention of a formal ball; he had been to plenty in the Mushroom Kingdom and Sarasaland that he was familiar with the customs of a ball, but any sort of thought of a social affair could make his stomach drop.

But, it would be fine. Luigi knew that it would be fine. Peasley would be there, and Mario had said he would arrive no later by the next day. Besides, Luigi knew how to handle himself in a crowd–he had gotten a lot better at it when compared to the first ball he had to attend, back when Mario saved Princess Peach for the first time from the demonous claws of Bowser. That had been a disaster. But now it would be different, because, even though at times it didn’t seem like it, Luigi had gotten more confident in himself. He could handle himself just fine.

By the time Luigi was finally done with the drink and warming up inside of the shop, he had to brave out into the cold air once more. Once again, Peasley didn’t seem that affected by the freezing air. Just a small adjustment of his scarf, and he continued on, and dragged Luigi further into the depths of Castle Town. Luigi understood how excited Peasley was, he really did, but why couldn’t they go on a tour around the growing festival another day? Preferably when it was warmer?

Luigi suddenly caught on as to why, though. The whole town was hard at work–many of the wooden stalls were still being put together, along with many other mechanics for other, more complicated and bigger pieces of the festival. There were many Beanish who were up on high ladders, all still putting up decorations on the buildings. Heads started to turn, more and more of them, as murmurs grew in the crowd. 

“Your Highness!” one squeaked out, rushing over. “Thank goodness you’re here! Tell me: which colors would look best? I want to paint our sign a lovely shade of green, but my husband insists that we go with red. I tell him time and time again that red does not suit the colors of the festival, but of course he thinks he’s the artistic one out of the both of us.”

Ah, that’s right. As a prince, one who was fully in-charge of the event, of course Peasley had to watch over everything, and make sure that every little detail was right. The citizens needed his approval on just about everything, and would need his help, as well. It would also explain why Peasley was so quick to rush into the coffee shop–the second he would be spotted, he would have to start up again with his princely duties, and he was just so excited to spend time with Luigi. 

But, Peasley didn’t seem to mind at all. Which didn’t surprise Luigi; Peasley had always been one who was always so happy to help out others around him. And seeing as how it was his subjects who were requesting for his opinions and help, how could he say no?

Luigi got distracted from Peasley and the Beanish’s conversation. There was a shaky ladder in the corner of his eye, and Luigi rushed over to help. He was, afterall, nothing if not helpful. Getting people out of pickles, whether it be others, himself, or his brother, was just something that was second nature to Luigi. Second nature to Mario too, he knew. They just loved to help people out, and whether this was what Peasley had planned to happen or not, Luigi would never oppose helping someone out. The ladder steadied when Luigi was able to get a firm grip on the base of it, keeping it still from any more shaking. The Beanish on top, who was in the middle of tying a pretty bow in golden ribbon, looked down and gave a “hey, thanks!” before focusing back on their work.

As Peasley slowly started to get surrounded by work, trying to advise how the festival should not only function, but look (“no, yellow roses! Not lilies, those are meant strictly for funerals. Why would we want white lilies in the first place? Roses are a much better choice!”). Turned out, he had quite a bit to do. Luckily, Luigi’s presence was just as appreciated; as it turned out, having an extra set of hands was something that many of the townspeople needed (“oh, how lucky we are to have a carpenter here!” He was not a carpenter, but he did know his way around woodworking tools, so Luigi never corrected while he helped out building stands and stalls).

Luigi was also a bit surprised to see how many of them remembered and recognized him. Yeah, he and his brother did save their kingdom, but he just wasn’t used to all of the attention. The questions if he was actually the Luigi that saved them, voices filled with an attempt to keep their enthusiasm hidden, always made Luigi stutter a bit as he nodded yes. The attention was new, but not unwelcomed. He couldn't help but wonder if this was how Mario felt all the time, in the Mushroom Kingdom. If it was, he wasn’t sure how Mario could handle it all the time, or have the energy for it. Just a small con of being the kingdom’s hero, he supposed. 

The small looks Peasley sent Luigi never went unnoticed. The smiles that the prince gave were often met with shy ones from Luigi. Small waves exchanged between the two, along with a few words when they were close by, until one or the other was whisked away by a townsperson in need of their help. But of course, the smile Peasley wore never left as he helped–whenever Luigi’s eyes fell back onto the prince, the smile was always graced upon his face.

And, down the line, they did end up doing what Peasley wanted to do in the first place. Luigi got to take in the hard work the Beanish people were putting in for the festival. They were proud of their work, that much was obvious, and Luigi believed rightfully so. The games he got to survey, treats he got to taste-test, and artwork he got to take in were all incredible in their own ways. The effort that the kingdom was putting into the festival was clear; they all deserved to feel pride over their work.

The pair worked well until the evening, with the sun falling behind the mountains. Luigi would say that he was hungry for dinner, but with all of the different savory foods and sweets all given to him–followed by questions if it was too salty, if it needed more sugar in it, if maybe perhaps a maple glaze would work well with it–it was safe to say that his appetite was well taken care of. Although, the only complaint that Luigi had was that even with his gloves on, his hands were starting to freeze. He definitely wasn’t bundled up enough for the cold, and with the moon starting to come up, he knew he would have to get warmer clothes if he wanted to stay outside.

Thankfully though, Peasley seemed to have wrapped up what he was doing. Promises to his people were made, that he would come back in the afternoon to be of more help. It wasn’t until the last person left did Peasley let out a slow exhale, with his shoulders coming down into a more relaxed position. Though his smile never left, it was clear that he was on the edge of exhaustion. The prince was good at hiding it at times, but Luigi had learned his tells well enough to see.

“I believe it’s time for us to head back,” Peasley said. Luigi nodded in agreement, and the two were off towards the castle. “I don’t think the chefs are quite done with it, though–I’ll have to check up on that. But, as you wait, you can decompress in your room.”

“I don’t mind the wait,” Luigi said. “I, uh, got quite a bit of food from the chefs cooking the festival foods. They were a bit filling.” A nervous chuckle followed, but Peasley simply hummed.

“Well, even so my love, I’ll be sure to come by to pick you up for dinner. I’m sure my mother would want to properly see you as well, and getting those formal greetings is often best done over a meal.” Luigi didn’t mind that. The queen was a bit…intimidating, he had to admit, and carrying a conversation with her with the chance to stuff food into his mouth to prevent words and stutters from pouring out seemed ideal. He also hadn’t seen her in quite a bit of time–the last being when he and Mario had to save the Beanstar, and that wasn’t quite a formal or proper time to really discuss anything or have her ask a plethora of questions.

Once they entered the castle, Luigi first noticed the way it buzzed with life. It was clear that many of the staff members were helping out with preparations as well, and weren’t letting anything distract them from their tasks. Diligent guards kept a keen eye out (or, maybe not so diligent, based on how a group of them chattered and a lone one snored away while standing); many maids and butlers walked with a pep in their step, letting Luigi know that it would best if he did his best to stay out of their way.

Peasley led him to his room, where his suitcase had been placed on the otherwise untouched bed. With Peasley bidding a goodbye to let Luigi rest for a short while, Luigi was finally able to get off of his feet. Exhaustion weighed heavier on his shoulders than he had originally thought, Luigi realized as he all but collapsed on the bed. He just couldn’t help it–the room was warm, the bed incredibly soft, and after a tiring day, it was nice to settle into. It was practically inviting him in, and Luigi wasn’t one to say no to comfort.

He wasn’t sure how long he had laid there for. It must’ve only been a few minutes though, and too early for Peasley to come back to alert him of dinner, but nevertheless, there was a knocking at the door. The quick and hurried type, with urgency behind each sound. Confused, Luigi sat up, staring at the door. He only then got up to his feet when another set of raps hit the door, just as fast and alarming as the last set.

Luigi opened the door to reveal a worry-filled Peasley on the other side. There was a smile on his face, more likely to be used as some sort of cushion or reassurance, but it didn’t match his eyes that were filled with fear and concern.

“Peasley? Is something wrong?” A dumb question on his part, he internally chided to himself–of course something was wrong.

“Ah, yes my dear, you see- well-” It wasn’t like Peasley to stutter his words like that. Something big must have definitely happened. His hands were constantly shifting as he tried to gather his words, and Luigi hesitantly went forward to grab one of the prince’s hands. Peasley grabbed onto it, and gave a gentle squeeze as he took in a deep breath. His voice, steady and sure of itself, announced something that made Luigi’s eyes widen.

“The Harmony Heart has gone missing.”

[leofrith]

Finally getting around to your BG3 OC question! I have 2, but the second is obnoxiously long, so I'll just post it and tag you. Lmao

This is my first Tav, who I had no idea what I was doing with, so she’s a bit of a disaster with a slowly expanding story, but this is Rhian.

She’s a half-elven ranger/rogue who grew up part of a nomadic group out in the deep woods. The band was robin hood-esque once upon a time, but the visionary who collected them died brutally almost a century ago and those remaining have taken a much harsher, more reclusive approach to the world. Rhian was adopted by them as a small child, at the insistence of a woman who was part of the inner circle. This woman did not claim her or ever explain the reason behind her insistence. When she died during Rhian’s early adolescent years, the details died too. By that point, she was useful enough for the rest to keep though, and became a full member of the group, contingent on contribution. The group was kill or be killed. Always with eyes to the trees. Always too many mouths to feed. A very ragtag existence, but one she found a lot of purpose in. Hard as they were, they were family.

One day, as a young adult, she came back from a hunt to find them gone. That wasn’t unheard of - they’d done it before in dire circumstances - but it still came as a shock. Only crucial supplies were taken. In these cases, she knew anyone left behind was considered dead, sacrificed for the safety of the collective. Once she was sure there was no immediate sign of danger, she tried to track them, but with no luck. They were all too skilled at covering their tracks to follow. After weeks, she was eventually forced to give up, wandering her way out and into the vicinity of Baldur’s Gate.

Outside the city, she was able to strike a deal to bounty hunt problematic predators and had barely finished her first contract when the Nautiloid happened. She was completely disoriented *before* the tadpole, so it’s a bit of a wild ride for her.

In general, she’s wary of everything always and prefers to live rough - a tracker / hunter / survivalist type. Despite all that, she also has a very curious disposition and is good at winning people over (things that kept her alive with the gang), so she ends up oddly bonded to everyone in camp. Lae’zel’s bond is especially strong, as they share that brutal efficiency and singular focus, while also being cultural outsiders. That turns into a thing. Leadership is also not Rhian’s thing. She’s just one more wacky member of the crew with an upended life and nowhere better to be.

YES I LOVE HERRRRR this is so much more well thought out than anything i could ever come up with asdhkksdhfksh

her backstory also feels very similar to my own ranger/druid who i'm also romancing lae'zel with 😏

rhian and enya 🤝 being a hardened warrior who lives in the woods and falls in love with a hardened warrior lady who comes from space

tell me about your bg3 ocs!!!

[catspinach]

ive been meaning to vent on here about work for a long time now so here

i was hired in as a shift supervisor at a brand new starbucks with all brand new employees aside from another supervisor, Mylah, who is a 4yr partner(remember her), and maybe 2 others or so. none of us knew what we were doing. i was barista trained separately from the rest, followed by supervisor training, and then a week off. I came back and had no idea what the hell i was doing, and everyone was mad that i didnt know what to do??

Mylah trained me, and it was brutal. She would critique everything i did, and I always defended myself, saying "why do i need to do it that way if this way gets the same results?" and she did Not like that lmao and the entire training was incredibly tense.

Months pass, and she is worse than ever. she's had several lectures about her behavior but not a single writeup. Nothing has changed. She trained a new supervisor a few weeks ago, and she treated her the same way as she did with me. At some point she slammed a freezer and started shouting, making her cry, and Everyone in lobby turned their heads. i felt awful and wanted to say smth, but I'm genuinely scared of her. Everyone is. Several people have admitted to me that they call off when they see Mylah on the schedule.

The other day, the lobby was empty, and we were free to talk about all the harassment we've faced with her. I cant even remember all of it there's so much but uh here's a list of stuff i remember:

My manager gave Jenn some extra hours, and when they came in, Mylah cornered them, asking why they stole all her hours?? Jenn was comfused because they were literally just added to the schedule so that they would have enough bodies on the floor. Apparently Mylah was pissy at them for the entire rest of their shift, which sucks bc they were already working 12hrs that day:'(

I became friends with a barista named Diana, who is hispanic, and Mylah (white) would always say rude things that made her uncomfortable, saying its okay because her bf is mexican ._. It became a problem and eventually Mylah started looking through all her stuff to get her fired, and succeeded. Diana told me that Mylah would joke with the other baristas about how im stupid and bad at my job, and she said she always stood up for me which definitely did not help her with this whole situation but I greatly appreciate her for it, and we still talk!

Anna said Mylah was talking to her about me and how i do my job wrong. she said i don't face the bills the same way in the deposit bag, and that I dont fill in the money order right so I'm the reason we have so many goddamn nickles, and she said I don't double count the drawers and that's why there's so many mistakes with the deposit. the funny thing is, i DO face the bills the same way, I have never even DONE a money order because that's morning's job, I TRIPLE count the drawers bc i have anxiety, and nobody has EVER said anything to me about the deposit being off.

At some point someone said ret*rded, and Mylah is autistic and was rightfully mad, and brought her to the back to yell at her. not sure what she said but when she came back she went up to me, and only me, and apologized. so like that really hurted but okay whatever ill just go kill myself ig

Mylah was opening one day and told Morgan that since I was closing that it would probably take longer than usual to close? I asked Morgan how Mylah was with closing, and she said that nothing gets done until the absolute last minute, and it takes at least half an hour to finish closing. My record is 2 minutes past close.

Jenn and Taylor told me that I'm their favorite out of all of the shifts, because I make sure to get everything done, I am fast, efficient, and if they have a question I will do my best to figure out a solution for them. Apparently, when they ask Mylah a question, she answers with, "I dont know man, I just work here" and walks away. which like. mood. but she's getting paid 20/hr compared to the baristas at 15/hr, and there is absolutely no reason that the baristas should have to pick up her slack.

Anna used to be friends with Mylah, and they went to get piercings together, and Mylah thought it would be super funny to snapchat Anna having a panic attack about the needle! outside of work, but still fucked up

theres more idk

Mylah got it in my head that I'm the worst of all of the supervisors, and when I found out I was almost all the baristas' favorite, I started visibly shaking with relief! Ive been trying so so hard to make up for how "bad" i am at my job in fear that everyone will hate me otherwise, and now I gind this out and I don't know how to handle this information jdgdheb

I asked them if they would like to talk to the manager as a group, hoping that will show her just how serious the situation is. I don't usually pray for someone to get fired, but I want her ass permanently out of my sight asap

[the-nameless-ramekin]

WHDKWHWJ I JUST FINISHED YOUR THEFALLENGANGELS FANFIC AND IM LIVING FOR IT also !!! i have a question (idk if its been asked before but im curious)

are there any other twst cast that were angels/demons or is it only solely the main ten??? also repeating how much i love your work and and and cried /pos

hey hey!! :3

I got rambly so it's under read more:

omg firstly thank you so much I'm glad you enjoyed my ~120K angst bonanza 🤧🤧

to answer your question when I first conceived the story way back in ol' 2020 I zeroed in on the 10 characters I thought were the most interesting BUT I did intend for there to be different generations of angels. for instance Malleus was going to be the archangel at some point in time, Sebek was at some point an Angel of Protection and I'm pretty sure I also considered roles for Ruggie, Epel and Cater?

(in a super early draft Cater and Mal were going to have an angel x demon relationship way back and they were the ones who figured out how to reincarnate into humans, hence why Riddle knows that it's an option. however I cut this for efficiency/flow)

however in the end it was more conducive to the story to just. forget about them LMAO but as you know Epel Sebek and Neige do make cameos.

rame ❤️❤️❤️

[rainebowkitty]

saw ur ask thing

u know what I'm gonna say

A-

I THINK THIS IS THE POST THIS ASK WAS MEANT FOR AND I'M FINALLY GETTING TO IT A YEAR OR SO LATER LMFAO I'M SO SORRY MARO

Answers under cut cuz they're all kinda long ^^

First impression: Too cool for school tbh. Like the best comparison I have for it is hearing people hype up the quarterback for like a high school football team in a movie and thinking to yourself, "He's an idiot, isn't he?" The kinda guy that's liked for the shallowest of reasons—either his looks or what he can get people rather than his skills or personality. Perhaps not a fraud... but not all that impressive either. This is all cuz of how he was introduced before his teasers came out. All we had to judge him off of was all the other characters' talking him up in their voice lines, so before he actually dropped, I was just sitting there thinking to myself god, is he really all that they're making him out to be or is it the fact that Mondstadt has no mandatory education program? I was sure I wouldn't be caught in his web.

Impression now: Well, I dropped $100 on him back in the day during his first banner, so I think we all know what I thought of him after I actually got the chance to MEET him

Favorite moment: God that's a toughie tbh... I know you hate that all of his appearances are limited events but I personally LOVE that fact because it means that everyone who's never played the game just hearing people talk him up probably all have the same first impression that I did LMAO. But if I have to pick a moment... well... "Destroy Mondstadt, destroy everything." is PROBABLY when I fell in love with him? Just realizing how lonely and isolated he is because he didn't know how to connect with people is so relatable too, and with the addition of Dragonspine at the time when we were bone dry for content? Yeah, I think that's gotta be my fave moment, though him stabbing his double was pretty hot too LMFAO

Idea for a story: I have this really goofy (but also angsty at the right times) story in my drafts that I never finished where Diluc and Kaeya have to actually get along with each other for once to Sus Out his Susiness™

Unpopular opinion: This is more of a headcanon than anything, but do you guys ever think that his modesty originates from a rather forced place? Like I imagine he was super cold and unemotional about most things while with Rhinedottir, just solely thinking about his own efficiency and results more than his feelings. So what if he wasn't always the kind of guy to gently brush off any declarations of him being a genius? What if, before he started uncovering the natural beauty of the world for what it is rather than what it gets him, he wasn't very good at gracefully accepting compliments? Someone would say he's good at something and he responds with a toneless, "Naturally." I mean, to back this up, his vision story quite literally says he was not surprised to receive one. Maybe Timaeus was the ultimate test when it came to having patience with the slower people in a similar field as him LMFAO

Favorite relationship: Kaebedo for life.

...Wait, you mean canonically? Fine then, him being Klee's big brother is my favorite thing ever. Being pen pals with Scara is pretty great too though LMFAO ty Irodori festival

Favorite headcanon: In that story I have in my drafts, I have a part where he practically dives under a table to grab a snack—said snack being a spider. Or maybe the one where Klee gets into the habit of doing his braids for him. Or maaaaybe the one where Rhinedottir just left him all alone to figure it out on his own one day because she realized she was actively hindering him from becoming as human as she'd like him to be with her frigid teachings and meticulous nature. Because if he's not human enough, he's a failure, of course.

Anyway... That was a lot LMAO. Sorry for typing so much and to anyone who read this, I hope you enjoyed LMFAO

[rrxnjun]

i'm happy to hear that u found ways to enjoy writing more!! it's definitely important to figure out how to enjoy creating even more so i'm glad u were able to do that!🥳🥳💕 and well i have tried to write stories (?) before however i'm awful at it and i also just didn't enjoy writing as much as reading i guess, but tbh i even struggle with writing essays and such for school so writing is definitely not my strongest point sadly 🥲🥲

i'm glad everything turned out well at the end, congrats on passing!!!!🥳🥳🥳 i hope u will enjoy ur next semester as well!!!💕💕 GERMAN IS JUST TOO HARD ISTG like i would be so happy if my german knowledge was at an A2 level🥲🥲i've had a similar experience with english like u did!! so i thought i would try and watch things in german as well but not even that helped with getting better at it🥲 i will definitely make sure to flex with my little language knowledge and say that i'm multilingual!!!🤣 although i'm still somewhat hoping that one day i will actually be able to talk in german and not just tell a white lie about it🥲🫡🤣 (liebestraum anon💕)

thank you!!! 🥰 im really grateful because it also makes my writing process quicker AHAHA i think i found more efficient ways 💕 awh its ok tho! i get that u wont put energy towards something you dont enjoy,, reading is a hobby for some and writing is a hobby to others!! i am good at essays i think,, but i have a problem with fitting into the word count. i always write too much and then i have to delete like half the stuff i had 😭😭 (well, if its not philosophy. i fucking hated writing my essay for philosophy)

thank you!!! i hope i dont have too much work to do ahaha but im actually looking forward to school lmao i sound like such a nerd. how long do u have to take german for?? 😭 i remember it being my biggest horror in hs. I TRIED IT WITH GERMAN TOO i actually downloaded an ebook in german and tried to learn a little that way,,, i had to google a lot of words but it was quite enjoyable tbh, i think i learned a lil too but then i got busy w uni and didnt finish reading it. lets hope our german gets better in the future fr i think its such a pretty language too😔

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Playing games - Sanji x GN!Reader

First post had to be the HCs I wrote for Sanji. Inspired by something I read a while back and have been on my mind since

WC: 789 | NSFW MDNI | AFAB Reader

Summary: You suggest a little game for Sanji, curious to see how long he would last

Contains: Teasing, fingering, praising, creampie

NSFW under cut

Pre-timeskip Sanji

Poor boy, he’d be so eager to play along with your game, not realising how much he would struggle with himself.

Still he would take his time kissing down your body, hands working wonders as 3 fingers pump inside your dripping heat, lips and tongue working over your clit in slow but firm rolls.

Only after he made sure you came at least once, most likely twice from his lips and fingers alone would he move away and finish undressing, his cock already swollen and sticky from the pleasure he felt while eating you out.

Sanji thought he would be okay, but the feeling of just having the tip inside you drove him crazy. It’s too little yet too much, the sensitive tip hugged by your warm walls sent shivers up his spine.

He melted under your praise as you tell him how good he is for holding on and being such an obedient boy for you, whimpering as he feels his control slowly slipping

He would beg you to let him push into your cunt, want to feel you around his cock and hold you close while he grinds into your sweet spot over and over. Want to feel you squeeze around him and moan for him

He was literally shaking and begging before giving up on the game and admitting defeat, he just wanted to cum with you and make you feel good and after he has lasted longer than you thought he could, you tell him he can move.

Boy will literally push your legs up against his chest and sink into you in one smooth movement, moaning loudly at finally being fully inside you, telling you how good you feel, how much he loves you for giving this to him. Sanji needed a moment to collect himself, not wanting to cum right on the spot.

After that he set a slow but deep pace, making sure to angle his hips to always hit where you like it the most, efficiently bringing you closer and closer to your own peak.

As he gets close himself, Sanji’s pace gets a little desperate, begging you to please cum with him, please let him cum inside you. And with how good of a boy he has been, you allow him and he sobs happily, holding you close as he brings you both over the edge, not stopping his thrusts even as he’s getting sensitive, wanting to feel the pleasure of you for as long as possible.

Will collapse afterwards, panting and embarrassed by how he couldn’t hold out more before succumbing to the pleasure. Drew you both a bath to clean up once he regained his strength.

Post-timeskip Sanji

Okay hear me out. 

Post-timeskip Sanji is so much more in control and confident. Has no shame in his devotion to you.

However—

Post TS Sanji was just that much more smug about things, more open to teasing you and eager to please you, but not in the way he did 2 years prior.

Sanji would still take his time worshiping your body, whispering praises and words of love, the scratch of his beard leaving pleasant tingles across your skin.

Be prepared, this man will eat your pussy like its a four course meal and not stop until he’s satisfied, or you beg him sweetly to not strive too far from the original game

Lmao you thought he would be playing this game?

As Sanji had you laid out before him, legs held over his hips, he will carefully slip the tip in before ‘accidentally’ sliding the rest of the way in

“Oh no, it seems like I have lost the game dear. Oh well.”

Will then proceed to fuck you stupid with his constant love biting and dirty talk, moving your legs up just so and suddenly he’s reaching deeper into you.

As you cry for him that you're close he’d pull out and just have the tip in, not moving as you protest, just looking down at you with much amusement. To think you wanted him to stay like this instead of fucking you was beyond him so after some more begging from you he will resume and increase his pace, not stopping until your cumming around his cock.

And then he will finally let himself go, pressing your thighs against your chest as he thrusts a few more times, the last one as he cums going as deep as he can, deep groans and moans of your name leaving his lips as he did.

He'll pull you close and give you so many kisses as he snuggled you, basking in the afterglow before getting ready for clean up.

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Sup again

[yonemurishiroku]

speaking of the hades integrated au again: the deities that live on the underworld all love nico; charon sometimes gives him rides for free, hypnos will let him nap on his coat, the furies will spar with him. i would also completely ignore rr’s treatment of the chthonic deities and just say nyx loves him very much as well. i have a bias and its nico being loved by people.

Wisp i am sooo close to print out your asks and hang it on my walls right now.

YES YES YES ABSOLUTELY OBSESSING WITH NICO AND THE CHTHONIC DEITIES ALWAYS!!!

- Omg do you know that there’s actually a Hades x PJO fic in which Alecto has a soft spot for Nico?? Like Zagreus takes Nico on a day of work and they encounter Alecto and she’s just like,,, “Nico go hide behind a pillar or something while i deal with Zagreus” akdhkwhdkahska I’M SCREAMING!!! And she actually parries the fight away from him???!!! Alecto is definitely the scary aunt.

And Meagara. I read in another fic she calls him “Young Lord”, once, and i haven’t been normal ever since. Then she’s like “You’re grounded!!” and i can already picture the three Furies help raise Nico over the years as his secondary guardians. Alecto plays the sternly reprimanding one and Meagara gives punishments (most grounding) and Tisiphone just straight up fights him or takes him around poking fun.

Btw it’s so funny to think that the Furies fight with Zagreus daily but would take it easy when it comes to Nico. “Why can’t you be cute like your little brother?” Zag doesn’t mind tho he’s just amused. Would be ten times funnier if you consider the ZagMeg ship. (I know little about this tho)

AND ALSO Alecto did in fact acts like Nico and Bianca’s guardian in the PJO series. That’s it. She treats them like her own children bc i say so.

- Charon. My man. I read somewhere he calls Nico “Your Majesty”. And my mind has been haunted ever since.

The Charon in Hades would probably growl all the while listening to Nico complaining and whining about his problems, LMAO. Nico supposes he can’t talk other than growling so it’s like a confession so there’s that.

- Yes, thank you Wisp, Hypnos would definitely let Nico nap on his coat. Oh and he would send piles of fluffy cotton pillows stocking in Nico’s huge canopy bed just because he can. And also the little kid can really use some sleep to lighten his eye bags.

I haven’t mentioned this but I do have an obsession over Nico sleeping. Like he looks so peaceful, so at peace that my heart melts. So when Zagreus storms in the room for a play day, Hypnos would hastily cover the sleep Nico’s ears before kicking Zag out.

And yes, he would fight Morpheus if it’s what needed to keep Nico’s nightmares at bay.

Hypnos criticizing Hades’ choice of bedroom furnitures for Nico aldhakhdka this just came up and now i can’t stop cackling——

- Nyx. Oh my gods my Fair Lady of the Eternal Night (no actually i just made it ip). I love her so much as a deity yet Rick did her dirty. :(

If I’m not wrong, I do recall Nyx as a mother figure in the Hades game? Pretty sure she is. She seems loving to Zagreus. So I don’t think she has any reason to dislike Nico. If PJO’s Nyx was any like Hades’, perhaps Nico wouldn’t have suffered that much in Tartarus.

Btw I have another essay post about Erebus, the personification of darkness, adoring and blessing Nico. I stand by what i said.

- And Wisp you forgot my signor Angel of Death, Thanatos. He’s totally complaining to Nico about Zagreus and his piling work. He teaches him how to shadow travel efficiently. He greets him when they meet in the palace or wherever. He calls him “little Prince” and fixes his hair.

Nico stands between Thanatos and Jason’s soul. The god looks at him, pity and sadness hidden under the coldness in his eyes, his voice is calm and gentle, like coaxing an upset child. Nico probably looks like it. “I have to finish my job, Nico.” Before Nico can even breathe out another beg slash threat, Thanatos extends a hand. “But perhaps, we can find another way with your father.”

Nico hasn’t realized he has been shaking until then. Thanatos looks sympathetic enough, and Nico suddenly remembers that the god has probably seen enough of the living clinging to their deceased loved ones. He thinks about how Thanatos might be feeling and he can’t bring himself to resent the god’s pity anymore. Instead, he feels embarrassed for lashing out at the reaper, who is only doing his assigned job and yet takes his time to be gentle with a demanding child like him.

Nico takes a quivering breath and lets go, nodding for Jason to take Thanatos’ welcome hand, as he too makes his way to the god’s side. A steady hand on his shoulder, Nico meets Thanatos’ gaze, a silent encouragement in his deep pupils and pursed lips. “You’ve got this.”

He doesn’t know if it’s true, because Thanatos is just a reaper and despite Hades’ favoritism, Nico’s just a helpless half-mortal compared to the absolute of death, but the demigod musters all his strength for a soundless thank you and hope it reaches the god as the shadows engulf them all.

And if you consider the ThanZag ship, they would have helped Nico come to better term with his own sexuality. The Cupid incident wouldn’t have happened and Nico wouldn’t have been so cruelly played with. Or it could happen all the same, and then Zagreus pries the earth open to stab Eros in the chest.

- And how can we forget the princesses!!! My fair ladies, Makaria and Melinoe. Well Melinoe probably doesn’t like Nico that much due to Persephone’s quest, but Makaria can take Nico to a relaxing afternoon in Elysium and tell him stories about the heroes. She shows him every corner of her paradise. She cups his face and hugs him close, a hand draws circles on his back when he’s shaking like a leaf, his voice shatters when he asks her, “If they have done so much to be seen as heroes, shouldn’t they be allowed to live longer to get their own happiness?”

Is this all? I don’t know. My mind is still laying ideas like eggs and this ask isn’t helping at all.

BUT AGAIN THANK YOU FOR THE ASK I NEEDED IT TO KEEP LIVING