#he doesn't get one in my native tongue and i have no idea why English chooses to capitalise it

[marietheran]

I am begging all the Catholics of Tumblr to stop making/reblogging posts of the "what the devil said during an exorcism and what that proves" sort. Even if this one particular thing was to be mostly the truth, I cannot stress enough just how dumb citing a known liar is.

[sillygoofyqueer]

Ahhhhh, I had another idea!

Shen Yuan teaching his regular (not demon) crow friends how to curse at people and spout ominous phrases... but in English!

Some random person wanders into the forest near his home village only for ominous voices from above to start calling things like,

"DOOM!"

"Nevermore!"

"Fuck off!"

And so forth.

It's very fighting to the PIDW natives who have no idea what English is, or where these voices are coming from. 😂

Perhaps one day Airplane ends up in the forest and is just perplexed. Did the System get lazy and just decide to use English as their ominous foreign tongue or something?

(For Airplane, the fact that "Airplane" (飞机, fēi jī) is a homophone for "Flying Chicken" (飞鸡, fēi jī), with the same tone and everything, plus this is the bird AU, makes me kinda want him to be like, a chicken/rooster demon or something. XD)

Now that you've brought this chicken/rooster demon idea to my attention, I will be running with it with no thought or hesitation oh my golly gosh. He will appear first in the forest, muttering to himself and getting absolutely insulted by crows all around, pondering how the fuck they know English. He curses back in English and gets tackled by Shen Yuan, who is reasonably questioning why the FUCK this random demon knows English and then is about to throttle him when he finds out who he is. The crows act as a siren and warning to allow the village to know there's people they don't know are coming in. This is FUNNY.

GU YUN MY BELOVED!! He's from Stars Of Chaos/Sha Po Lang (which I've been reading the first book of), and I'm madly in love with him /silly. That sounds so cool for a Crow!Yuan design, and I'm swooning at the thought of just feathers and enough jewellery to become his own little light when the sun hits it just right. He doesn't wear all of it all the time, but he would sooo be tempted to every time he sees it. {part six! Part one, art two, part three, part four, part five, part seven!}

[on-leatheredwings]

Random Dami thoughts I've had, Yan potential or otherwise:)

- has dark green silk or satin sheets (he likes how slippery they can get, especially during sex, so you can't run away from him orhisdick)

- once he starts letting you trim and shave his hair, congratulations, hope you enjoy the new job as he will refuse to go to anyone else for the rest of his days.

- english slips his mind when he gets really in the moment, and no, he will not offer translations bc he doesn't want the first words you learn in his native language being 'you can take it, going to make sure you give me an heir, be a good girl/boy/baby for me'

- knows that while silver doesn't look bad on him, gold just compliments him so much more. Will bend you over if he sees you in some of his (rather limited) jewelry collection, even if gold isn't your preferred metal.

- will get jealous of yr fictional crushes and point out why he is so much better than them as if they're going to walk through the front door and carry you out bridal style.

- has thought about growing out his hair, but decided not to bc he knows how much care and effort would be involved and man's simply does NAUT have the time for that. But rest assured, it would be silky and smooth and so fucking hot (he likes having his hair LIGHTLY pulled, too much and he's having nam flashbacks)

- loves fingers in his mouth, partially due to his need for touch....anywhere honestly and partially due to the fact that he likes the reaction he gets out of you when he strokes your fingers with his tongue

Much love from Damian anon, I'm gonna go to bed now but I needed to get these OUT

PEOPLE DIED (IM PEOPLE) DMSJDHWVDSBSSKWBDKSBWKDEKWFNWJXKBDH

THESE WERE HAWT...

STOP THR GOLD JEWLERY ONE... IM A SILVER GIRLY SO IF I WORE HIS GOLD YUP THAT'S HOW HE KNOWS ID BE SO INTO HIM I LOVE THIS

also the idea of damian envying shadow the hedgehog (my main f/o) just makes me laugh

[remapped-soul]

for the fic title thing i'm roughly translating part of an italian indie song

"where i'm from a kiss and a goodbye are the same thing"

in Italian: "da dove vengo io un bacio ed un addio sono la stessa cosa"

brocedes? rosquez? it's your pick, i'm in a angsty mood 😃

so. i know im half a year late. but. i hope this little ficlet i got for you will be worth it. all the angst and all that. i took the kiss part and ran away with it. inspiration suddenly arrived after ghosting me for months. also, this snippet is part of a bigger universe, set in the 5+1 au (the fabio fic on my ao3), sometime in the future.

Marc goes looking for Fabio, but he finds Valentino Rossi. Draped across the couch like he owns the place, Valentino looks up when Marc enters the motorhome as if he expected this all along. He merely blinks in Marc's direction before his focus shifts back to scrolling on his phone.

The door closes behind Marc with a soft sound. Fabio is nowhere in sight. Neither is Tom. No one enters Fabio's place without Tom's approval, but with Valentino here, Marc guesses Tom has been updated on the latest arrangements.

Marc stalls, unsure what to do. He planned this with Fabio a weekend ago. The time, the place. Did he forget? The idea sits wrong in the pit of his stomach. Marc could leave, try another time, but he has an interview in thirty minutes, a meeting with his team right after. Training and physio later in the evening. Beauty sleep at nine if he wants a decent race tomorrow.

Fabio wouldn't stand him up unless it was important.

Marc could leave. "Do you know where he is?" He asks instead, choosing English as his language, even if he speaks Italian as well. Neither here nor there, but meeting on neutral ground. They always yelled at each other in Italian. Valentino shrugs. "Do you know when he will be back?"

Valentino shrugs again. Doesn't even look up. Marc grits his teeth. He breathes in and remembers his agreement with Fabio, his love not finite, but so abundant he feels the need to share. At the end of the day, Fabio returns to him no matter what, but as Marc looks at Valentino, he is not so sure anymore.

Marc tries again. He always did. For Fabio he will always try. "Can you tell Fabio I looked for him? We had something planned. He…he knows why."

Valentino looks up at that, finally putting his phone away.

"I speak Spanish, you know?" He smiles, Spanish words rolling easily on his tongue. "I'm not sure when blondie will be back, but--" His eyes glint, and Marc bites his tongue to keep himself from snapping at Valentino. Valentino smiles like he knows this. "Can I help you with something?"

"It's fine," Marc replies in stilted English. He needs to get out of here. "I'll talk to him later." He needs to go before--

"I can help you with the arm."

Marc wants to scream.

"No, thank you." Marc had enough. He turns to leave before--

"Marc."

Before something happens. Something like this.

Marc freezes, ignores the stirring in his veins. Valentino hasn't called him by his name in so long. For fuck's sake.

"What?" Marc's Italian has always been harsher than his native tongue, than English. It's a blade sharpened to cut. He spins on his heels, feels his nostrils flare as he looks at Valentino, at the unreadable expression on his face. "What do you think you can do?"

Valentino gets up from the couch, hands raised slightly as if he is facing a rabid dog. Marc feels like one, heart pulsing on his ears, in the back of his throat. He searches Valentino's eyes and doesn't find hostility, nor mockery.

"Fabio has told me he massages your arm sometimes," Valentino continues in Spanish. "Whenever the weather changes. When it gets cold. Whenever you injure it." He doesn't mention the accident in Sachsenring.

"The Netherlands have always been cold."

Valentino sighs and stops a few feet away from Marc. "I'm trying," he says, still in Spanish. It grates on Marc's nerves. "We--"

"You don't need to do anything," Marc says. "I don't care what you do with Fabio as long as he's happy. Just leave me out of it." Marc pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to calm down. He doesn't want to yell. He did that enough when they still told each other i love you in Spanish. Now, they're strangers, and Marc wants to keep it that way. "It's not like you can change anything."

"For Fabio," Valentino continues as if he didn't hear Marc. "We should at least try for him. At some point we're all going to be in the same room. He deserves more than-"

Marc raises an eyebrow.

"This." He gestures between them. "More than us yelling at each other."

Marc raises the other eyebrow too.

"We won't be friends again, Rossi."

"We don't need to," Valentino says. "Just let me massage your arm. You have to race tomorrow."

Marc keeps close to the door as he watches Valentino, waiting. They both know the massage won't do jack shit for him. That's not why he asks Fabio to do it. But Valentino wants something and uses Fabio as an excuse. Marc can ignore everything but that. So he nods, smiles, and closes the distance between them, brushes against Valentino as he sits down on the couch and unzips his jacket, revealing his arm. Indulging, inviting. Holding his breath. Valentino follows.

Valentino's hands are cold on Marc's skin. He tenses his whole body, forbids himself to give even the smallest of tremors as Valentino's callused fingertips run down his biceps, pressing into the ridges slowly, as if Marc is made of glass. As if Valentino cares.

Marc scoffs. Side by side on the couch, he sees Valentino looking up from the corner of his eye. "You can press harder," Marc says. "I won't break. The scar tissue is dead anyway."

Valentino doesn't say anything. He keeps working the muscles, prodding and kneading the arm, breath warm against Marc's skin. If Fabio or Tom came, Marc doesn't know what his explanation is going to be. He mulls over words inside his mind, willing time to go faster, willing his heart to beat slower. Treacherous body, always acting erratically around Valentino. Marc focuses on keeping a steady hold on himself, so he doesn't notice when the air around him shifts, when the couch dips next to him. He snaps back to attention when Valentino presses his lips against Marc's scar, where healthy skin meets the dead tissue.

Marc's breath hitches.

"Vale--"

Valentino kisses down his arm. Slowly, reverence held in the corner of his mouth. He shifts closer, fingers closing around Marc's wrist, around Marc's thigh, caging him in, as if he is afraid Marc will spurt wings and take flight.

"Vale, what are you doing?" His voice breaks, a strange tune he doesn't recognise. Or one Marc chose to forget, reserved only for the nights when Valentino took him apart in the humid Spanish nights.

Valentino's mouth slips down his arm like silk, dry lips catching around Marc's scar, hot breath living goose flesh in its wake.

Marc shivers, leans towards the heat, head turning to see where Valentino is kissing his skin, so strange, so familiar. Valentino looks up at him through his eyelashes, the blue of his irises a whisper around his blown-out pupils. They breath in unison. Valentino leans back, reaches up, and Marc tilts his head down, thinking, thinking-- They haven't kissed since 2015. They haven't touched since 2016. Valentino caresses the edge of Marc's jaw, careful, careful. Marc pushes his cheek against his fingers, thinking, thinking-- is Valentino the same with Fabio? Careful, because he could break? Or rough, the way sometimes Marc is, pushing Fabio against walls, biting under his ear to get him to shiver, because that's how Fabio likes it, because Marc loves--

Marc wrenches himself away before Valentino can kiss him. He pushes himself to the other end of the couch, almost heaving, still looking at Valentino, at the flush on his face that probably matches Marc's own.

"Marc--"

"I'm done here," Marc says in English. "We're done." He leaves without looking back, door almost slamming behind him.

Marc announces he won't race after he leaves Assen early morning on Sunday, and doesn't see Fabio before that. Not in the morning, not the night before, after his duties are done. The only thing Marc gets from him is a text.

Valentino is here. I'm spending the night with him. Fabio doesn't ask for permission. Marc is not his keeper. He's just his boyfriend. So he texts back, Ok, take care. He doesn't text, I know. I almost kissed him. Marc puts his phone on silent and sleeps alone that night.

[zatrinaxxx]

I SEE YOU, I ALWAYS HAVE DONE.

Loak x fem! Reader

Part 2 of this fic.♤

☆ [English is not my native language, if you see spelling mistakes, don't hesitate to tell me]☆

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- What are you doing? - Little Tuk's voice brings you back to reality and you look at her with a small smile.

‐I'm making a necklace for Loak, do you want one?‐Tuk nods with a small smile and sits next to you- How do you want it? With shells or with these little wooden flowers?- Tuk points to the shells.

‐Are you mad at Loak? - the little question holding the end of the vine so you can cut it.

- Why do you ask? -

- You don't look at it like before, now you hardly even look at it- she shrugged, taking a shell and placing it on the vine - I asked mom and she said that it's normal for friends to fight , but you are not just friends, right?‐

‐We're just friends, Tuk- you mutter.

‐ But you want it, why aren't they partners? just like mommy and daddy‐

‐Things don't work out like that - you turn to look at the youngest of the Sullys - I can't be Loak's partner if he doesn't love me - Even saying it hurt, knowing that you weren't the one he looked at with that smile, or That his strange hand wouldn't encircle yours, it really hurt to know that he wouldn't share his life with you.

- And who does he want? -

‐ I don't know‐ you talk returning to your work with less desire, while the name of T'sireya comes to your head, but you shake those bad thoughts away. She is not to blame for your cowardice.

Neitiry's call reaches his ears causing Tuk to get up quickly. ‐ Can you tell mom I'm not here? It is that he wants to give me a medicine that smells very ugly- Tuk sticks out his tongue funny and you laugh, a shout with his name is heard and Tuk runs off without saying goodbye.

‐ Oh for Eywa! Where has this girl gone?- Neitiry appears in your range of vision and you give her a small smile.

-sweet heart- leans close to you and places a hand on your head-What have you been doing? Loak has been looking for you like crazy all over the island- you raise the necklace and she nods- you should go look for him, I don't like that they are so far away- she speaks before remembering what she came for - by the way, have you seen Tuk? ‐

‐ no, she hasn't been here ‐ you say aloud as you point to the small bush behind you.

‐I suppose I'll look for it elsewhere- she winks with complicity - go look for Loak, I don't want to see him more desperate than you are- you nod getting up from the sand, taking your things- And... Honey- you turn around expectantly - Please tell them what you feel, I don't like to see them so discouraged-

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Walking back to the village, intrusive thoughts take over your mind. What would happen if you told him about your feelings? meeting loak, the most possible thing is that he will mock, then he will think and then he will flee.

You decide that it's time to talk, that you don't want to spend the rest of your life with the feeling of uselessness when you see him with his partner and ask with pain what would have happened if you had only told him.

You see him with his back to you and asking Eywa for courage, you approach, stopping just a few meters away when you see T'sireya's curly hair over Loak's shoulder. A small, manly laugh is heard and your breath catches in your throat, wondering if it's a good idea to interrupt your best friend's moment with the girl he possibly likes, but then you remember the thoughts from a moment ago and you walk towards them.

- Hello- you arrive with a small tense smile immediately upon seeing you Loak's brow furrows.

‐ Is it possible to know where you have been?‐ he growls taking your hands from which falls the necklace you made for him. - And that? - He bends down taking the necklace between his strange hands.

‐It's yours, I've been doing it all morning‐ him expression relaxes and a small smile appears on her face. ‐hmm... am I interrupting something?- you ask, pretending to be normal when all you think in your head is no, that he says no. But the one who calms your nerves is T'sireya.

- oh no, don't worry, I'm just asking about Kiri, she promised to help me look for colored shells - she murmurs with a smile and may Eywa punish you if you say she's not pretty.

- but hey, I'll look for her where you told me- she pats your shoulder - all yours- laughs leaving.

You turn to Loak and before I can complain about your aloof behavior these past few weeks, you talk - can we talk? I mean, talk elsewhere- you murmur looking at his hands which are still holding yours, he nods starting to walk and taking you with him.

You recognize the path where they walk, the small cave which is covered by moss and leaves hiding the entrance that you know so well. They enter the cave which is illuminated with small fluorescent flowers. He takes a seat on a rock, leaving a space for you to sit.

They stay in a slightly awkward silence and you pray that your shaky breathing and the wild beating of your heart are not heard.

With a shaky breath you decide it's time to talk.

‐Loak- you call and he turns his head towards you, but you don't look at him, you can't. Instead, your eyes remain fixed in front looking at their names carved into the rock wall that covers the cave - I love you - you drop so low that you think it's impossible that he heard something there but his answer makes you understand that he did.

‐I know, I love you too, you're my best friend, of course I love you- his words burn your insides and your eyes become watery and a tear runs down your cheek and Loak realizes this- hey no, why are you crying? - He passes his arm around your shoulders and attracts you to him.

You snuggle into the warmth of his embrace sobbing- Baby? You're scaring me, what's wrong? Has someone done something to you? - The anger that he had thanks to your coldness dissipates and the only thing that runs through his system is a deep concern.Taking a breath you speak in a strangled voice ‐ I love you Loak, but I don't love you as a friend does his friend, nor do I look at you as a friend looks at his friend. I love you so much that it hurts, it hurts to know that you don't feel the same way and that maybe I have to live with the weight of never having had a single chance -

You run your hands over your face wiping away every drop of salty water. Walking away from him you find him grinning from ear to ear, his ears fully attached to the sides of his head and his tail swinging from side to side rapidly - Little fool ‐ a laugh of happiness leaves him and you can not be more confused, he gets up quickly and kneels in front of you taking your face between his five-fingered hand ‐ The only one who does not know is you, I love you girl, I love you since that you are 6 years old and I still love you now‐his mouth spreads kisses all over your face until reaching your lips which he kisses with enthusiasm, you are stunned trying to process what just happened.

He loves you, he loves you.

You pinch the inside of your mouth with your fangs and when it hurts you realize you're not dreaming, he loves you.

‐I was looking for you all morning to tell you, dad told me that if I didn't do it soon another boy would have a free hand. I think that gave me the courage I needed- laugh, laugh so hard that you think you've gone crazy, it's your turn to take his face in your hands and kiss him with joy.

‐Because of Eywa, your parents convinced me to talk to you. I was so convinced that you liked T'sireya ‐ it's his turn to be confused.

-What? nothing to do, she likes Kiri- he laughs placing his forehead against yours.

‐I see you Loak‐you mutter ‐I always have‐

- I also see you my love, I have always seen you alone that you did not realize.

[becameundone]

( nakamoto yuta. cis man. he/him. bisexual. ) ⇝ hey, isn’t that tomo katsumura? i think that the twenty-eight year old from los angeles, usa works as a film actor (currently transitioning to stage work at the single carrot theatre), but outside of that people describe them as dancing cigarette smoke illuminated by flashing city lights; neon rays in red and blue; the glow of an old tv set in a dark room; bottles of fizz and bags of shimmer; the rattling chime of silver jewellery. i hear they are erratic & impulsive, but they are also known to be charming & energetic. consider giving them a visit at their home in the marionette and get to know why they’re called the burnt-out star.

TW: drugs & alcohol, car crashes, mental health issues (incl. suggestions of derealisation), stalking, parental death/suicide

FAIR WARNING BEFORE WE GET ANY FURTHER. This is a NOT a brief, snappy post (it's almost 3k words). Maybe I could have tried a little harder to write a more concise summary but I really have a lot to say about Tomo. He's my favourite OC! (Also, I feel like there's a lot in this backstory that it felt wrong to just gloss over, if I want anyone to believe I'm trying to be at all sensitive.)

BASICS.

Tomo's full name is actually Tomoaki Katsumura (勝村智秋) but he prefers to go by Tomo Katsumura (勝村智). Pretty much the only person allowed to call him Tomoaki is his grandma. He also doesn't really take well to nicknames unless they're approved by him. He just really feel like Tomo is his name 100%.

Also, he's besties with Min! They originally met in London before both separately winding up in Anchorage (coincidences, eh??) and becoming very close. There's more detail about this in Min's intro!

He speaks both English and Japanese fluently, and doesn't really consider one to be his native tongue over the other. He's been entirely bilingual his whole life and spent large chunks of his childhood living in Osaka, Japan with his grandmother. He has been known to use Osaka-ben (dialect) when speaking Japanese. For a variety of reasons, Tomo also attended middle school/junior high in Osaka.

For the most part, Tomo’s a friendly and energetic guy! When he’s at his best, he’s great company. He likes to stand out in a crowd, has a winning smile and enjoys attention but also knows when to step back and look out for other people.

He’s kind of an emotional wreck. He does his best not to show it on the surface and the whole…being a good actor thing probably helps with that but, beneath the top layers of Sparkly Glam Tomo, shit’s all scrambled up. He doesn’t really know what to make of himself. Acting and having friends present are the only things, he believes, keeping him grounded and together.

Yet he’s pretty good at pretending shit’s fine, he’s still weirdly positive for a guy who feels all messed up — maybe he gets away with it because he’s a good actor. He’s the kind of guy who can have a full-on breakdown in his room by himself and then just reappear & ask you if you wanna go for ice cream because, hey, he’s bored. Basically, OKAY, that’s done with, that already happened. It’s OVER.

He doesn’t like crying in front of people which is rough bc he’s emotional ALL the time. He’s a total crybaby when he’s drunk. If you drink with him, there WILL be a point at which you have to scoop him up off the floor because he’s found something over which to start weeping. OR he’ll end up calling you to panic about how he can’t find his way home, only for him to realise like 5 minutes later he’s phoning you from the steps outside his apartment building.

He doesn’t like dating because…well, he likes the IDEA of it but he’s the type to really fall for someone and BASICALLY? He’s scared of being dumped! He’s a bright & appealing personality with just enough edge to balance it out but he’s a bit of an emotional screwball and he feels like getting people interested is easier than keeping them interested, leading to mixed experiences with dating so he’s…kinda…settled for sleeping around a little instead. Oh well, whatever works! (does it actually work? shhhh it’s a secret…)

Tomo is a competent singer. This is because, growing up, his mother made him take singing lessons in the hopes that he might follow in her idol footsteps. He was not in the least bit interested but it was fun enough for him not to complain about it (not that it would’ve helped).

He’s not very good at watching himself in films. It depends on the film and he can do it but uhhhh let’s just say he once watched the one horror film he was in at the cinema (and didn’t like most of it bc he’s a wuss about that sort of thing) but he laughed during his own death scene. There were tears in his eyes. Real tears.

He’s very much involved in the party scene, whatever country he’s in. it’s not something he talks about much (privately, i mean, bc DUH he doesn’t say it publicly) but he doesn’t exactly avoid drugs in anyway. It's all pretty casual and he only really does it at parties but he has been known to do coke and ecstasy and other stimulants. Will NOT touch weed. Don't ask. He does smoke cigarettes though and he’s a little dependent on that.

I guess he got involved in that kinda thing deliberately because he wants to distance himself from the clean-cut, shiny heartthrob pretty boy image as much as possible. Eventually, it just became a natural way of de-stressing and dealing with the constant frustration of his career. The unfortunate consequence of that is that he’s now got a bit of a Bad Boy/Wild Child image and he’s not entirely sure he likes that either. (The shift in image also means that some journalists will talk about him as though he’s ‘gone off the rails’ and, yeah, he hates that as well.)

BACKSTORY & EARLY CAREER

Tomo was the centre of scandals from Day One; born to a young American actor and a Japanese pop idol, he was the catalyst for his parents' shotgun marriage. Their marriage would only last about a decade with the pair divorcing when Tomo was around ten years old and his mother winning primary custody.

His mother, Mitsuko Furuya, was born in Japan and debuted as an idol in her teens. She was successful enough for her company to drag her abroad, just to test the waters. It was here that she fell for Ken Katsumura. Her pregnancy ended her career for several years and she would not return to the spotlight until Tomo was a teenager. Her relationship with Tomo is strained and they can't see eye to eye. She tried to push Tomo to follow her footsteps as a pop idol from a young age but he was only interested in acting.

His father, Ken Katsumura, was an actor-turned-director. He was a troubled person and an absent husband who put his work first, and this led to Mitsuko filing for divorce some years into their marriage. That, and the final admission that their early infatuation hadn't been love and their marriage had been for convenience all along. He poured himself further into his work while his mental health continued to deteriorate, falling into depression and alcoholism, and eventually killed himself at the age of 36. Tomo was thirteen years old at the time.

Tomo moved about a lot growing up, specifically back and forth between LA and Osaka (where his mother's family lived). He also lived in Japan and attended school there between the ages of 10 and 13. His mother had taken the divorce as an opportunity to return home and revive her career, focusing now on becoming a TV personality. During this time, he lived with his grandmother in Osaka while his mother was busy in Tokyo. They moved back to the States following his father's death.

He started acting professionally when he was sixteen, mostly with a few smaller TV roles but he had good connections and was able to get a small but still substantial role in the film directed by a friend of his dad. His big break, however, came at age 18 when he landed a leaded a role in the main cast of high school drama.

It was exciting at first, being on TV and being famous, but he soon found hated both the show and his character so the whole thing got tired fast. One of his biggest issues with the tv show was that he didn’t like being sold as a product / character that wasn’t anything like him, being shown off as this squeaky clean teen heartthrob type and not being allowed to have his own emotions & tastes.

His contract prevented him from quitting when he liked (and the writers were ‘stubbornly’ unwilling to kill his character off; he thought it’d be fun to act out) and he was signed on for a third season of the show. Tomo decided he might as well take things into his own hands went out of his way to get himself fired. It was his first act of public rebellion and, by design, his first criminal offence. He was twenty years old when he staged his own arrest for DUI. Being a minor, he didn’t need to drink much to get in trouble and he wasn’t drunk at the time. In order to ensure hje was noticed, Tomo drove his car into a tree, The crash awarded him with a broken arm and a suspended license but, more importantly, it got him fired.

However, the solution to one problem was the direct cause of countless others. He continued to take what roles he could, swearing off television entirely, but the opportunities were slim. His DUI stunt had scared off any producers that might have offered him clean, inoffensive work off the back of his breakout role and that very same role meant he was overlooked by more serious directors; he was simultaneously too dirty and too clean. The media had gotten hold of his story too, twisting it into the sort of drama that assured the public would see him as just another child actor gone wrong.

LATER CAREER

Tomo was twenty-two when he finally moved back to Japan, aiming to become an actor there instead. It was his way of leaving Hollywood behind and recreating himself anew, aided of course by his existing acting credits and (although he was not proud of it) a few connections provided by his mother. And it worked. In less than a year, they'd made a star of him. He'd even go on to win awards including Japan Academy’s Newcomer of the Year and Blue Ribbon’s Best Newcomer. He'd become a heartthrob again, and for real this time, but the work he was being offered was serious and compelling. Somehow, his risk-taking had paid off.

He would continue like this for the next few years. His relationship with his mother would continue to worsen as his career outshined hers to the point that people stopped asking him about her in interviews. He dove headfirst into Tokyo's clubbing culture, getting drunk and doing drugs and sleeping around behind close doors, away from the prying eyes of gossip rags. It was a careful balancing act; any hint at all of how he behaved was enough to destroy a career in Japan beyond all hope of repair. There was a clear divide between the Public and the Private and it was started to break cracks in Tomo's mind. Who was he really? Was the Public Tomo just another role but one he was forced to play as long as he lived?

Then, the stalker made themselves known. It was subtle at first, no different from other boundary breaking fans of that ilk; phone calls from strange numbers and doorbells rung at night. Tomo moved to a new apartment and the problems went away. At first. Then, the letters came. He stopped reading them early on. But then a package came and curiosity took over. Photographs. Photographs of Tomo. At first they were fairly ordinary pictures of Tomo in his private time. Unsettling, sure, but his team told him to ignore it. Then there were new photographs. Photographs that could ruin his career if they fell into the wrong hands. A letter that chastised him for ignoring the writer, threatened him if he continued to be so 'cold and distant'. The letters before had been just as overfamiliar, as though addressing a friend or some unreliable lover, and with the same level of accuracy and detail. Another letter came a few days later; they were just kidding, they just wanted to spook him. They liked sharing secrets with him. Sometimes they wouldn't send a letter at all, just an envelope containing a single photograph. Snorting coke. Kissing boys. The kinds of things a heartthrob shouldn't be doing.

This pushed an already on edge Tomo to his limits; if a total stranger could know all this about him, was he a real person at all? Or was he just some exciting character to be consumed by the public? Was the private life he'd thought so hard to keep hidden just a plot twist waiting to be revealed? He grew paranoid. Agitated. Couldn't sleep. Got a little too high every time. Every wrong move could be used against him. The stalker could be anywhere and they could be anyone. Those around him noticed the change in Tomo's behaviour but, because it was easier not to rock the boat, they left it alone. The only person willing to express concern was the stalker. You're not sleeping enough, their letters would say, you're not eating properly. Only one person cared about him and he was afraid of them.

It all came to a head a months later. Late 2021. A movie premiere. Tomo was the star, stood next to the director himself, and basking in the light of camera flashes. A sign in the audience caught his eye. It was handwritten; the words written there were benign enough but the handwriting was familiar. Tomo had seen it again and again and again. His head spun. The audience were gone to him, the cameras were non existent. All he could see was that bright red cardboard sign. Before it was even his turn to speak, he leaned into the microphone and said in a low, clear voice, 'Get away from me. Leave me the fuck alone." When they tried to take the microphone from him and his manager stepped in, it quickly escalated into yelling and snapping. He thrust a finger in the stalker's direction, his voice thick with agitation as he demanded his manager look at the sign. Look at the big red sign. But, when Tomo looked to see where he was pointing, there was no sign in sight. He didn't notice the tears streaming down his cheeks until they started dripping from his chin.

The rumours were quick to start swirling; had Tomo Katsumura lost his mind? Then came the rumours that he was doing drugs, that people had seen him around clubs and the like. There was no evidence, of course, and these were only the whisperings of ordinary people so there was no danger of people knowing whether or not that was true but his reputation had taken a hit. His agency's reputation was damaged too, as their ability to take care of their talent's mental health was thrown into question. Tomo's team advised him to lay low for a while until it all blew over and everyone forgot about his strange behaviour over the last little while. It came like a slap to the face. Acting was the only thing that kept Tomo grounded. He needed it. But they gave him a clear ultimatum; take the hiatus or else we'll drop you. It was his manger who suggested he go back to America and rest a while.

He returned to Los Angeles with his tail between his legs but still he managed to swallow his pride and go back to his mother's place. He didn't have his own place to stay anymore so, although he dreaded the lectures he'd get for making a mess of his career, he sucked it up and went home. There was no lecture; what ensued instead was the worst argument they'd ever had. He tries to stay with his manager, who'd gone back to LA with him, for a while but he feels no safer in Hollywood than he did in Tokyo. His fame still haunts him like a spectre, sucking him dry. On an impulse, he leaves. He runs off to Anchorage, figuring it's far away enough from everything else that he might finally find peace for a while. The only person he tells is his manager, who returns to Japan, and they both swear to keep his location strictly secret.

CURRENT LIFE

For the most part, Tomo is living off his existing earnings. Royalties from existing work, from modelling and brand deals he'd been allowed to maintain during his hiatus. It's a boring way to live, especially for someone with so much energy and such a consuming need to keep busy, but it's better than living each day just moments from falling apart. You'd think living in a place like Anchorage would ensure he still felt unsafe and, honestly, it does! But it's different. He's not being targeted. Nobody's putting the spotlight on him. If he were to die here, he'd just be the same kind of dead nobody as everybody else.

Recently, he's started helping out at the Single Carrot Theatre. He doesn't work there officially but he likes to volunteer to help with backstage stuff, just as an excuse to hang around. He's not sure it's a good idea for him to return to acting just yet, doubts it's a good idea to put him into some character's headspace when he's not even sure he's really in his own, and theatre isn't the same as film but he wants to stay as close to the thing he loves most as he can. It's not unusual to find him hanging around there, even if he's just wasting time.

Otherwise, he's still very involved in Anchorage's nightlife. Naturally dazzling, it's easy for him to be life of any party. All things considered, Tomo's still a bit of an attention seeker.

[alectology-archive]

Okay, part 2 of babel!

- The seduction of empire and a desire to prove yourself worthy through a system created by it despite understanding its flaws is very well executed but sort of underscored by rfk's own obsession with academia

- it's a gorgeous concept that the new students in babel are not masters of romantic languages so that the british can exploit non-european cultures to their benefit

- these conversations are so exhausting to read. Is rfk copy pasting stuff from her textbook....

- Griffin feeling really upset that he doesn't 'dream in chinese' ie has lost touch with his culture and homeland is very nicely done. And, I guess, I'm taking this in a literal way but I don't dream in my native language either, so I'm just Thinking about how I'm personally not in touch with my mother tongue to the extent I probably should be. It's less familiar to me than english is, and my internal monologues are all in english, too. Heck sometimes I can't remember basic words in it although I studied it as a second language right up until I was 18.

- I mean I do know that british factory-produced textiles were shipped back to south asia in massive quantities and put lots of local businesses out of commission so I'm not entirely certain if I can get behind the "all the silver is accumulating in china since they love chinese goods" explanation where the emperor says they have no need for british goods (and stuff like silver/tea/spices are very much luxury goods so why are they trading off silver which is used to enforce british supremacy? They could just do without lol). But I'm not familiar with trade and economic relations between britain and china in the 1830s so I'll go with whatever rfk is saying.

- the bit of worldbuilding with the resonance link is very well done and highlights how babel is one of the institutions central to ensuring the sustained supremacy of the british empire.

- oh lol I'm sure Anthony's joined some rebels or something.

- the class divide in britain has been addressed! I'm very pleased about that although I'm still waiting for effective criticism of the sexism in academia.

- the brutal way in which the failed student was expelled seems very cartoonish tbh. You can't have both - an institution presenting itself as if it cares for its students and one which explicitly treats them like expendable resources. She understands well how to execute an institution funded by the government treating its students like resources well in the poppy war but fails to replicate the same here. I suspect the romanticising of academia was partly inserted to allow robin to delude himself into thinking Surely Babel Is Not That Bad but it wasn't necessary! This ties into my criticism of how robin, in part 1 and also the first couple of chapters in part 2, manages to be simultaneously interested in progressive ideals while also convinced of its supremacy in a way that's just not organic - rfk should've committed to him being sold on the idea of british supremacy and should've slowly opened his eyes to the reality of how babel is complicit in imperialism and all the atrocities committed by the empire.

Anyway. Part 3 now, which is short and thank god for it because I'm honestly pretty bored and disinterested.

[manikas-whims]

Holi

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Ship: Kaz Brekker X Inej Ghafa

Summary:

Modern AU

Gang Lieutenant of the Dregs, Kaz Brekker lives by himself in his apartment.

One morning his Indian neighbours' daughter Inej Ghafa shows up to share the customs of a festival they celebrate.

Note:

Since I'm an Indian, between the recent celebrations of the festival Holi, this fic idea popped up!

Also, I don't know whether Inej is North Indian or South Indian, etc. So I've simply used a few Hindi language terms as her language. Ofcourse the terms are explained in the fic.

Hope you'll like it ♥

Kaz lets out an exasperated sigh when he hears the doorbell of his apartment ringing. He’s had a rough week and frankly isn’t in the mood for any company right now. One of those lowly skivs from the Razorgulls had managed to land a punch to his face. But he’d paid back fervently, battering the guy’s face enough to leave him nearly dead. Nearly being the keyword because Jesper makes sure he doesn't kill more people than necessary.

He takes a chug of his brandy, slams the bottle on the table and gets up to answer whoever the fuck has decided to bother him on his day off.

The sight that greets him dazzles his tired eyes— a short woman dressed in traditional Indian silks with a plate of powdered colors, sweed foods and a lit earthen lamp. The blouse and the long flowing skirt in shades of purple and turquoise contrast elegantly with her burnt caramel skin. And for a moment, Kaz feels embarrassed in his black trousers and white button up which is undone down to three buttons, giving a good view of the deep cut running along his chest and the slowly drying blood there. He passes his fingers through his hair, ruffling it a bit to appear decent.

“Um..Kaazz Brek..ker?” she tries her best to pronounce his name in her accent.

“It’s Kaz Brekker.” He corrects her and asks, “How do you know my name?”

Her eyes widen and she shakes her head, gold earrings jangling with the motion. “Nothing weird. I just asked the building management. I'm Inej Ghafa.”

He already knows her name but she doesn't need to know that. “What business?”

She breaks out into her best imitation of a formal smile and brushes a few strands of her lengthy hair behind her ear, “Uh..You must’ve seen me before. I live next door.”

Ofcourse he’d seen her. His skills as a hacker and gang lieutenant help him stay updated on the details of every resident in this area. He’s well-aware of the Ghafas, an Indian family who'd shifted next door two months ago. And he knows that this young woman close to his age, is their esteemed daughter who is a full time gymnastics instructor. At first he had expected them to be like the conventional loud and over-dramatic people he and Jesper have seen in some of those Bollywood movies. But he's glad that the Ghafas have been nothing short of peaceful in their living. Not once did they interact with him before so why the hell are they trying now?

“What do you want?” he grumbles out, hoping his tone will let her know he isn't an amiable person.

“Well..its Holi today. Uhmm..it's a festival we celebrate–”

“Get to the point.”

“We had done aarti earlier and my mother asked to go to put tika on you–”

“I don't know any of those words.” He waves a hand dismissively and moves to shut the door but she wedges her foot in the doorway.

“I can help you.”

The statement makes him tense. “What?”

“That,” She points at the slash wound peeking out from underneath his shirt, “looks painful. Should I call a doctor?”

His muscles relax slowly and he supplies, “No need..I already got a doctor friend. She'll drop by soon.” Well Nina Zenik isn't exactly a doctor but knows a good deal about patching up wounds. So he'll just call her up if required.

Inej's brief frown proves that she isn't entirely convinced by his words or his dishevelled demeanor but she chooses to concede.

“Well then..” she lifts up her plate and begins revolving it around his face in circular motions. He is utterly confused but stands and watches quietly. After approximately five turns, she lowers the plate and picks up a pinch of some red, pasty mixture from it. She reaches forward and before he can even question her motives, her thumb smeers the red thing in an upward stroke on his forehead.

“This vermilion is tika. We put it on the forehead between the eyebrows because its believed to be the centre of concentration in our body. Tika brings good luck and wisdom.” She explains, then picks up a piece of those sweet Indian delicacies and shoves it in his mouth.

The element of surprise leaves him with no other option but to gulp it down. His face blenches at the sweetness and she giggles, placing a palm over her mouth. Kaz feels a tug in his chest at that sound.

“Inej!”

They both turn at the intruding voice and find her mother peering at them from the door to their apartment. The older woman offers a smile to Kaz but gestures wildly with her eyes at Inej.

“Bas abhi aayi. I'm coming!” She tells her mother half in their native tongue, half in English and resumes her custom.

“Now for the final touch,” She says, her deep, brown eyes alight with something akin to mischief and picks a handful of the purple powdered color from her plate. Kaz stares in anticipation of any more weird ritual that is to come but she surprises him again. With a single sweep, she softly strokes the powdered color on his cheek. He keeps himself from flinching because thats where that asshole Razorgull had punched and tries to focus on the sensation of her palm. Sadly, she's already rretracted it and is smiling again. A genuine, kind smile.

“Happy Holi, Mr. Brekker.” She wishes and then elaborates to him, “Just like ‘Merry Christmas’, we say this as a well-wish or a greeting to our friends, family and ofcourse neighbours when we celebrate the festival.”

Kaz can barely form coherent words right now. And by the time he motions his lips, Inej is gone in a flurry, leaving behind no more than a hint of her touch on his cheek and the warmth of her smile.

Holi : Hindu festival of Colors, celebrated for the victory of good over evil and to spread love and happiness.

People put color (liquid/powdered) on each other to celebrate and have fun. Thats why Inej puts that powdered color on Kaz's cheek.

Aarti : a Hindu prayer ritual where light is offered to God in the form of lighting earthen lamps.

After Aarti, you can offer the blessings from the same earthen lamp by revolving it around a person's face several times.

Tika : As Inej says in the fic, its vermilion that we Hindus put on the forehead for good luck and wisdom.

Bas abhi aayi : its a Hindi language phrase which literally translates to "just coming"

Hope this helps..:3

And hope you all enjoyed this short fic.

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[kaisa-ryo]

Megumi Fushiguro NSFW Alphabet

Warning: English isn't my native language!

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A = Aftercare (What he likes after sex)

Nothing can be better than looking at you, studying every part of your face up close. Watch how your eyelashes tremble, how your chest rises and falls, inhaling and exhaling air. So familiar, so lovable. What a beautiful and so necessary face at this moment. From time to time he wants to run his fingers over it, remember it, photograph it. I want to look at your face for a very, very long time. Then he drops those thoughts because he needs to focus on trying to sleep.

B = Body part (His favorite body part)

Lips.

God, he so enjoys watching you bite them, lick them, paint them with glitter. This is essentially a small insignificant part of the body, but so demanding for courting and kissing. Yes, kisses ... Megumi so wants to touch them and do it yourself: bite, lick, paint with glitter ... After all, they seem so soft and delicious.

C = Cum (Everything about sperm)

Into a condom. Even if it is not always convenient and completely satisfactory with an elastic band, Megumi still prefers to protect herself. In addition, it is useless to oppose this if you do not want problems in the future. But if you ever ask him to do it without a condom, he might even agree, though not right away. First, make sure that you really want it, since he was not ready to ever do this. So don't be surprised if he gets worried during the process.

D = Dirty secret

From time to time he thinks about how you will take full control over yourself. It makes him mentally convince himself what a lustful bitch you are for him. He understands how you revel in your own perfection, how this thin erotic veil allows you to devour him with your eyes, hypnotize. It almost makes you a god. But the deity should not so protrude his sexuality in front of his beloved. Therefore, if you do so, then in the morning Megumi will throw some reproach in your direction, but at the same time he himself will remain satisfied and completely satisfied.

E = Experience

There is. If in high school he was a cold-blooded bully with a good appearance, then it is possible that Megumi had favorites back then. Not to say that, under the influence of hormones, he wanted to fuck every girl, because on his mind he had only the goal of maintaining justice with vague and false concepts. Yet he tried it once. She was a girl with high status and good connections, which were beneficial for him to achieve his goal. Sex without commitment is not the best experience that can be obtained, because apart from the pleasure of the process, you do not feel attracted to your partner. But what you just do not go to achieve the goal, right? The guy did not particularly remember that incident, but a clear understanding of the foundations of the art of submission remained.

Now he doesn't want to remember school life, because both character and actions were not sugar at all. In addition, the intentions of what then and what from now are different, one should not exceed expectations. But speaking of being intimate with you, Fushiguro has acquired a real bond that makes intercourse more sensual.

F = Favorite position

A deck chair is a great option. It seems like an ordinary missionary, but both he and you have something to hold on to. And as a bonus, he sees your face, by which he can give an accurate analysis of how well you are now.

G = Goofy (Are you serious at this moment?)

Yes. Despite the main goal of getting pleasure, it is also important for him to control it. He is not afraid to death that everything will go downhill. It's just that perfect sex hasn't bothered anyone yet. In addition, it is not at all difficult for him to do as he wants. Therefore, he feels a great need for complete control over intercourse. If everything is done correctly, he feels proud of himself, which cannot but please him.

H = Hair (Is the hair ok?)

Hygiene is as important to him as every other aspect of his life, especially if it somehow, no matter how, concerns you. You never need to remind him of this, as he himself tries to take care of the intimate area as often as possible. Therefore, he is unlikely to have problems providing comfort for both of you.

I = Intimacy (Romance)

There is. These are mostly cute things that are usually not considered very important, but for you they are like a trophy. For example kisses on the forehead, crown of the head, knuckles of thin fingers, neck and shoulders. It is like a ritual dedicated to love for your beauty and uniqueness. Even if the process is not very sophisticated, you get pleasure every time. Towards the end, you realize that you have gained much more than the warmth from light, but sensitive touch.

J = Jack off (masturbation)

There is such a thing. And you don't have to be far away. If you have not done this for a long time, but for some reason he is afraid or does not want to offer you, then do not mind masturbating to one of your photos in the gallery.

K = Kink (Kinks and fetishes)

The guy is not indifferent to your body, no matter what shape it has. Feel his smell, touch, stroke, listen until all these tenderness reaches light bites, squeezes, licks ... He feels everything much more sophisticated than it seems. And nature is such that subconsciously very subtly feels desires. Even if they are not at all.

He likes it when you walk in sexy pajamas, stockings that accentuate the shape of your legs or open clothes, although he doesn't always approve of this, because he knows perfectly well that he is not the only one who likes your body.

I like to give you different jewelry because they look so perfect on you. It is not for nothing that people say: "It is not clothes that paint a person, but a person's clothes."

For Fushiguro, this is both the main aesthetics and a source of inexhaustible pleasure, which is noticeable with the naked eye.

L = Location (Favorite places to have sex)

Not a lover of variety, so the option with a bed is the most ideal for him. Moreover, the bed is large and soft, which allows you to do a lot without any discomfort. You often feel tired after sex (unless you're a sex addict), so in the case of a bed, you don't have to worry about passing out on the table or floor. Yes, with the bed, you are subject to almost all poses!

Fushiguro is also not cold to the sofa, which is not much different from the bed in terms of sex. On it he can relax while you ride it, clutching his shoulders or pants. The sofa is also a good control plane, which can be easily used if you understand that you need to get up. It's still convenient! Why do you even need a shower and a table?

M = Motivation

When you walk around the house in the open in only panties and a bra. He doesn't like it very much, but heck, he really doesn't want to admit that he is actually embarrassed and it still turns him on. And when he comes to pick you up from home to take you somewhere, and then finds you not ready, in only one underwear, he will be indignant at why you are still not dressed, then he will turn away, covering his face with his hand and making a slightly trembling exhale. At this time, you will notice how his cheeks and ears turn red and giggle softly, pulling on a T-shirt. Once you specifically asked him to fasten his bra, knowing that it will start. After all, in front of him, a close-up flaunts your completely naked back, which you can touch and stroke. It seems that another second and he will lose control of himself and go into a rage. Holding his breath, he will begin to gently stroke the delicate skin and excitedly run his fingers up and down the spine, feeling his legs trembling from the touch. You will have to bite your lips in order not to turn around, and all this time with concentration to look in the direction where your shadows are reflected in a black silhouette on the wall a few meters away.

Also no less exciting for him is your passion for something. If you diligently write an essay, essay, read interesting books, even just tap your nails on a hard surface - he will be immersed in your actions. After all, the main thing for him is not the process of action itself, but how you perform it. When Fushiguro sees you at work, he enjoys every second of what is happening.

N = No (Which won't do)

What he considers to be risk or abnormal.

Megumi is for healthy sex and will not settle for BDSM, role-playing or sadomasochistic procedures. Especially complete submission. It does not arouse and does not cause orgasm from the word at all. He believes that such an idiotic variety was invented by mentally ill people, after whom everything is repeated for the reason of "fashion", public manipulation and self-hypnosis. In addition, in order to decide on such an idea, you either need to be a crazy psychopath, or stop respecting yourself. At least Megumi thinks so and has no doubts about it.

O = Oral (Likes to receive or to give)

In this regard, Fushiguro tries to maintain balance.

Yes, he likes to hear your drawn-out muffled moans. I like how you all wriggle under it and beg you not to stop. I like the way you cum. But it is no less exciting to see how you walk with your thin fingers along the entire length of his penis, and then clasp your lips and swallow it as deeply as possible, periodically circling the head with your dexterous tongue. Therefore, he is not inclined to prioritize. He continues to give you pleasure simply because he thinks it is right, and when he himself wants to feel pleasure, you will guess it yourself by his eyes, facial expression and swaying his hips in time with your movements.

P = Pace

As a rule, Megumi tries to do it in full force. Physical strength is still a man's trump card in love, and should not be underestimated. But it needs to be properly stimulated. Energy should not be pushed to the limit. Fushiguro was used to stretching his orgasm, speeding up and then stopping for ten seconds. Then the surge of feelings becomes even stronger. Too much speed will immediately lead to overwork, and the orgasm becomes smooth and short. It's too predictable. Of course, the guy is not a fan of variety, but that does not mean that you absolutely cannot pamper yourself, right?

Q = Quickie

Average. The most common.

And what else do you need? High speed does not allow you to feel the process properly, and low speed dampens all excitement and quickly gets bored. Medium is perfect for both of you.

R = Risk (Ready to experiment)

Not ready.

You shouldn't force him to try new sensations. This will cause him discomfort or even anxiety, which will not lead to the best outcome. Once you talked to him about this, at the end he said that he didn’t like it and asked him not to bother with this topic anymore, since even the thought of it introduces him into slight stress. Not because of the experiments themselves, but the very fact of their fear. He is currently struggling with this because he wants to be completely perfect for you. However, it is unacceptable for him that it is easy for him to control the process, but it is so difficult to start experimenting in terms of sexual relations. He will definitely deal with it. Not right away, but it will cope.

S = Stamina (Stamina)

Pretty decent

Getting pleasure is enough for both of you, so you have the strength to wash in the shower, make tea, read a book and just lie around, warming your bodies with hugs. It even happens that there is enough strength to walk along the street, restoring not only physical balance, but also emotional one. Still, a walk in the fresh air with conversations on various topics does not let you forget that your love is real and is not a farce for sexual gratification.

T = Toys

It treats all their varieties badly.

Another trinket invented by the unbalanced and sexually addicted. You both have enough and an ordinary hookup without stupid "decorations".

* In fact, once the thought flew through his head about how you would react if he shoved a vibrator into your vagina as close to your clitoris as possible. And how he later, in all seriousness, assured himself that he would not offer you such a thing for anything. Recalls a magazine article about sexual fantasies among teenagers at thirteen. As a result, having mentally slapped myself in the face, I never thought about it again.

U = Unfair (Does he like to tease)

Yes!

He doesn't like to admit it, but oh my god, how your pleading and sobbing drives him crazy. At such moments, he seems to be in seventh heaven. He would like to listen to them, but then all the pleasure from the upcoming orgasm will disappear. He wants to satisfy his desire as soon as possible, but he really doesn’t want your sweet voice to stop at such seconds ... And when you finally finish, everything inside him contracts. Because now you shout his name instead of muffled moans. It feels like he is special to you. Yes, only he can make you make a mess in your body, which was just so obedient. Only with him can you finally plunge you into ecstasy.

V = Volume (How loud is it)

At first, he is silent, as if swallowed his tongue. But by the middle it already starts to grow. But if you only knew how uncontrollable he is in the end ... although, why am I crucifying here? Of course you know.

At this time, along with orgasm, he realizes how fucking he is. So inside him begins a feverish flow of internal current, and at the same time a fire flares up in his heart, turning into a high.

W = Wild card (Random headcanon)

When you first slept, the spontaneous thought came to you to look into his phone. Nothing criminal, you just wanted to make sure you were the first.

Waking up first and looking at the phone, which surprisingly had no password, you checked the list of contacts that were not embellished in some way, and in general there were not as many of them as you expected. But you, apparently, so much enjoyed digging into his personal life, feeling like a real Sherlock, that you decided to look at Google. There already began something from which you simply could not help but emit an unrestrained laugh: more than ten tabs related to sexual relations, the structure of the vagina, the consequences of the "first time", precautions for intercourse and a bunch of other things. You could hardly restrain your laughter so as not to wake up your loved one, who apparently became a real Alpha and a sex guru in just one evening.

It's been a long time since that moment, but you still haven't admitted to him that you then got into his phone.

X = X-ray (What's under the clothes)

14.5 cm during erection ± 1

Y = Yearning (How high is the sex drive)

Megumi cannot be called “lonely-touchy-with-a-broken-heart”, but “addict” is certainly not about him. This is an unexpected manifestation of desire when he himself begins to kiss your neck, in the hope of showing your initiative. Usually you make love at your request or at a noticeable hint. Fucking you in bed, he is not looking for any benefit for it and is not chasing cheap bonuses. He thinks that he is simply satisfying his sexual need, and does not go further so that you, too, do not get hung up on sex as an important part of your life.

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Z = Zzz (How quickly falls asleep)

Quickly, if you are not trying to distract him with conversations (you are not always sure that you did everything right and completely satisfied him).

If you want to annoy him with requests, for example, if you are cold and you tell him about it, he will immediately cover you with a blanket. But you are more cunning and you do not need a blanket at all, but his strong arms.

— Mmm... and I wanted to warm myself in your arms...

Then Fushiguro will roll his eyes, sigh loudly and hug you from behind.

— I want you to kiss the top of my head! — you will rather smile when he reluctantly, but still will do it.

— Will you sing me a lullaby? - then the guy will understand that further you are just making fun of him.

— Maybe you still dance?

— What a good idea! Stand by that closet.

— Sleep, princess.

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[konpithepuppy]

[TRANSLATION: POTATO 08.2021]

7 MEN SAMURAI

Proofread by aji10647731 (Twitter)/ @janiappend

Scans not mine

Neither an English nor a Japanese native speaker

Feel free to correct me, thanks

7 MEN 侍

By your side

The people they want to tease when they're with them, and what kind of people they think do match with the other members? They are divided into 3 and had a discussion! (The interview was done on the first 10 days of June)

Kanasashi Issei Participates in Teasing Yabana?

Nakamura: All the 3 of us tease Yabanan when we want to meddle with someone, right? Even though we tease him with something unusual like, "Oh, a zombie!" He responds back, "Who is the zombie!" that's why I like teasing him (LOL).

Konno: Lately, Katsuki is also being teased. Like hiding his earphones.

Sugeta: The spring onion was put inside his bag secretly (LOL).

Nakamura: The reactions of 2 of them are great that's why they are fun to tease (LOL). Ori (Oriyama Nao) and (Iwasaki) Taisho are fun to tease too. When I Ori's nose, he will say, "Please stop it" while grinning, and that's cute (LOL). With Taisho, even though we are in a place with other people around us, when I tell him, "Be a cat," he does movements of a chubby stray cat. It isn't adorable at all though (LOL).

Sugeta: Ahaha! Rinne often teases Nasu (Yuto)-kun. When I call him," eggplant-kun (eggplant = nasu)," he responds, "It's Nasu!" (LOL). Nasu-kun's tsukkomi patterns are only few. "Yabaisu! (That's terrible)" "Chotto! (That's a little...!)" "Nasu desu! (It's "Nasu" )" Only these 3 (LOL).

Konno: I think I often tease Hiratsuka (Shoma). When everyone's trembling during the run-through of a stage play, Hiratsuka who came in first from Shounen Ninja suddenly fell flat on the floor. Since he did that much of air headedness, I couldn't help but to do a tsukkomi (LOL).

Sugeta: Aren't Shounen Ninja members full of energy overall? Even in backstage room, it feels like they go "let's play a game, let's play a game!" more than sleeping.

Nakamura: They often go to our room to play too, they are really energetic (LOL).

Konno: Bi Shounen's Ukisho (Hidaka) also often comes to our room to play, right?

Sugeta: Taisho also always comes. He says, "Rinne-kun, please give me a massage." That's why I always give his neck a massage.

Konno: On the contrary, Issei is being called by Taiko through the phone (LOL). And then, we will give instructions to Issei and he will tease Yabana.

Sugeta: It's funny because he does it in high spirit. He tells Yabana, "Come on!" (LOL).

Nakamura: He starts to say whatever he likes in the middle of teasing Yabana (LOL).

Konno: It's fun to see it, right? By they way, what kind of person do you want to be with you? I think a composed office lady matches with Reia.

Sugeta: No, isn't a girl who likes games matches him? A girl who likes games may have a quite rough expressions, but Reia matches with girls like that.

Nakamura: Certainly, a girl who communicates with game slang is nice. Like, "I did counter stop." If it's from the members, Yabana would be a nice match (LOL).

Sugeta: Well then, what kind of girl is a match with Rinne?

Konno: I want you to lead someone who is indecisive. Since you look strong (LOL).

Nakamura: Ee~ if talking about my preference, more than a muscular guy leading a girl, I want a girl who dominates. Like the guy only shows his manliness when it's important.

Sugeta: Which one is more popular? I will go with the popular one (LOL). Since Konpi wants to completely take the lead so a quiet girl matches him.

Nakamura: But that's only when they are dating, right? I think it is better to follow the lead from your partner when you marries. The person actually thinks that Konpi who pretends to lead is cute.

Konpi: Ee, but I want to lead...

Nakamura: It's fine, since the girl will make it look like that (LOL).

Sugeta: Well then, what would you do if you happen to see a girl who is really your type? Rinne will wear sunglasses and will stare at her (LOL).

Nakamura: Ahahaha! Like if it's in a restuarant, you will pretend to go to the toilet and look at her (LOL). But if that girl is really my ideal type, it's a waste if I won't meet her again so I want to be bold and talk to her.

Konno: Me too! I will sit on the chair in front of her at once and I want to talk to her (LOL).

Sugeta: No, that is definitely impossible (LOL).

Are Sasaki and Yabana dumbfounded in Motodaka's Approach?

Sasaki: The one that Motodaka wants by his side is a girl who can help him with fishing, right?

Motodaka: You mean a woman shell diver? (LOL)

Yabana: Or rather, a mermaid? But I guess it's not a great idea because you might fillet her (LOL).

Motodaka: I think it would have loads of views when you upload in YouTube, "I tried filleting my girlfriend"

Yabana: Get over it, it's scary! (LOL) On the contrary on Taiko's appearance, he is the type who wants to be relied on, so a girl who can depend on him looks great.

Sasaki: I wonder. When I go out to eat with someone, I'm bad dealing with people who can't decide on the menu.

Motodaka: Ah, I understand. On the contrary, it's impossible for me to be with someone who hurries me when I am deciding on the menu.

Yabana: At least, we know that Taiko and Daka-san (Motodaka) are not compatible (LOL). How about me?

Motodaka: For Yabana, I think someone who cares for your health is good.

Yabana: Certainly. I only eat ramen when I am left alone.

Motodaka: That's why I think a girl who can cook for you and look after you is a good match.

Sasaki: That is already as good as a mother, right? The girl who is a good match with Yabana is a mother! (LOL)

Yabana: Hey, why! (lol) *Why is it that when I am next to you two, I am always being teased...

Sasaki: Because your face says you want to be teased.

Yabana: Really? If anything, I think it is more fun to tease Konpi tho. Since he can give a proper tsukkomi.

Motodaka: Liar! Aren't you always getting ignored by Konpi?

Yabana: No no, he ignores me when we are with everyone, but if it's just the 2 of us, he gives me tsukkomi. But probably he just got no choice but to do it (LOL).

Sasaki: If we talk about someone besides from the members, I think (Yoshizawa) Shizuya-kun is also quite easy to tease.

Yabana: Really? Even though he is a senpai, that's amazing...

Sasaki: Shizuya-kun also has the face that he likes to be teased.

Motodaka: I know that feeling. I often tease Shounen Ninja's Motoki Waku. Because he always makes a face saying that he wants to be teased.

Yabana: Is it a common feature for those who are easy to tease that they have the face of looking like they want to be teased? (LOL). I think I tease Jr.SP often. I am close with them so it is easy to tease them.

Sasaki: Especially Wada (Yuki), right?

Yabana: Totally. Strangely, Wada gets teased by everyone (LOL). Well, if you went to have a meal, and the girl sitting next to you is your type, are you gonna talk to her?

Sasaki: I won't! (Immediately replied)

Yabana: That was fast (LOL). But well, if I think about reality, it is also impossible for me (LOL).

Sasaki: Because, it would be awkward if that person is a Johnny's fan by chance!

Yabana: You don't have to think so realistically (LOL). *What if you are told to talk to her?

Sasaki: Hmmm...that's probably impossible for me too. I will probably secretly tell to my friend who I am with, "Isn't that girl cute?"

Motodaka: I thought of a strategy. Since it's impossible for me to talk directly to her, I will create a situation where I can talk to her. I will pretend to be a weird guy.

Yabana: What do you mean?

Motodaka: First, I will try to sit in her table and eat as I like.

Sasaki: Huh? (LOL)

Motodaka: And then, I will tell her, "Sorry, I got it wrong! Shall I pay for it instead?" Then, it would lead to a conversation. How was it?

Yabana: Well, no, that is absolutely terrible. That has grade of 2 in communications! (LOL)

Recent Happenings

Motodaka Katsuki

My mom asked me to become a member of a large supermarket for business use. I immediately bought a huge amount of beef tongue and a pack of frozen fruits. I put frozen strawberries and pineapples in the carbonated drink instead of ice. It is delicious!

Yabana Rei

I've been working hard attending college for my credits lately. *I've been in the edge that I have to thoroughly complete my number of credits until 4th year. But, with my interview with the professor, I was told, "There's no problem with your grades."...I should be fine! (LOL)

Sugeta Rinne

I met Kitayama (Hiromitsu)-kun in the gym. I was thinking he doesn't know me but I was happy when told me, "you've become more muscular than before, right?" Then I informed him saying, *"In this one year, I am able to carry 1.5 to 2 times of the weights [I could carry before]!"

Konno Taiki

I've grown my hair! I want to go for a long hair for this year's summer. For it to be not damaged, I dry it after taking a bath and I apply hair treatments. I'm in the middle of dilemma about the hair color. If you have a hair color that you want for me to try, I want some consultation so please tell me!

Nakamura Reia

During the rehearsal for 「SUPERHEROISM 」(the play already ended), everyone surprised Taiko for his birthday. I gave him an AI speaker that can control home electronics as my gift. (Sasaki who is there next to him, "That is very convenient, it really helped me!"

Sasaki Taiko

I cleaned the house on my day off. I bought cleaning materials. I cleaned the bathtub and the toilet, and I also wanted to clean the dust under the bed so I turned the bed over and wiped the dust. Sleeping more comfortably than before in a room that was cleaned is the best!

[night-of-the-wicked]

Valentine fic for @neomineom

Hope you like it!

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Dallas shifted in his sleep, instinctively sensing something in the bed was amiss. Reaching over, his arms clawed at the empty void nearby. Stupidly panic arose in him. It took the heister's brain a painfully long time to realize there was nothing to worry about. Dallas lifted himself and rubbed the sleep away from his eyes, thankful he did not feel hungover this morning. He almost hated the way his subconscious felt less secure without the kid's unconscious form pressed up against him. Waking up with his arm draped over him just felt so goddamn right in a way he couldn't quite explain to himself.

"Morning Valentine!" Sokol announced as he entered the room, carrying with him a tray. 'Shit. Fuck-' "That's today?" Dallas sputtered. Sokol presented him with a plate of expertly cut heart shaped raspberry pancakes. "Always has been last time I bothered to look at a calender." Sokol answered, eager for the older man to taste his breakfast. The Russian ate a forkful of his own meal, the crusts leftover from the hearts. Dallas inwardly cursed himself. 'This fucking kid went to all this trouble and I didn't even bother to get him a card? Argh, He's going to hate me.'

Dallas recalled the two of them passing by one those obnoxious Valentine displays a few days ago when making a supply run for the safehouse. Sokol snickered at the lame pick up lines on the cheap boxes of candy. Why couldn't he have grabbed something on the sly then? "You have Valentine's in Russia?" Dallas asked with mild interest, eyes more focused on the shopping list rather than the nauseating amount of red and pink hearts plastered everywhere. "We do but it is more for adults. It's not so much a traditional holiday, more of a modern one. You get a gift for your girlfriend and hope she doesn't throw it back in your face."

Back in the present Dallas ate a slice of pancake mulling over his options. He had never had a boyfriend before, he wasn't sure if he could get away with throwing a bouquet of flowers at him with a box of chocolates and call it a night. Jewelry was definitely out of the question, perfume wasn't a sure bet either. Sokol tore him away from his thoughts. "So how is it, stud?"

"Don't call me that. And it's pretty great actually. You did well.. especially with the execution. Someone should give you a spot on top chef." Sokol scoffed at that and leaned on him. "Wouldn't be fair competition then. I'd destroy those assholes." Dallas nodded in agreement as he took another bite. "They'd probably just give up and appoint you a judge halfway through the season." The younger male beamed with approval. "I would not go easy on my critiques either, I'd make them cry."

The two of them finished their meals and the aftermath was carefully placed aside out of harm's way on the floor. Sokol already had his arms wrapped around Dallas, preventing any hope for escape. "You should take it easy today, maybe take a nap after slaving away in the kitchen." It was worth a try. "I used to work out six hours a day hockey training, I don't think cooking one meal will kill me." Sokol snickered and eased into the crook of his neck, giving the sensitive skin there some attention. Dallas let his hands travel to his back, feeling the firm flesh beneath his T-shirt.

He didn't want to keep thinking about an exit strategy all day, he wanted to just be able to relax and savor their alone time, which had a tendency to be scarce these days. "Listen, Sergei." Sokol stopped showering him with affection immediately, it was rare for Dallas to bother addressing him on a first name basis. Almost reluctantly he pulled away from the kisses and stared at Nathan head on. "I'm going to be straight with you. I didn't get you shit for Valentine's day. Wasn't even on my radar. I should have paid more attention, I just feel like a dick for it. I promise I'll make it up to you somehow." Dallas expected the Russian to slap him or for his insults to dissolve into a mixture of his native tongue and english but instead his eyes softened. "I don't care about that, I don't need idiotic card to tell me something I already know. I just want you here. With me." Dallas was at a loss for words. Relief seeped into him and he felt somewhat silly for thinking he was totally fucked. "I'm still making it up to you." he insisted stubbornly as Sokol started planting kissing along his jaw working his way to his lips, which Dallas returned generously. "I didn't tell you not to." Sokol whispered into his graying stubble. It was then an idea sparked into Dallas's head...

The next day Sokol awoke to his room being utterly assaulted by an obscene amount of various chocolate and candy valentine gifts. "Oh my god, how much did you spend on this? A grand?" he gasped, sifting through the piles of it, eyes wide with horror. "Not even." Dallas replied with a wry grin. "There's something you need to learn about America, we got hell of a lot of sales the next fucking day after a holiday"

"But-! I can't eat five million calories alone! You have to to suffer with me."

"Gladly. And we got enough to share with whoever wants it." After about a week of Valentine binging no one on the team ever wanted to see a heart shaped piece of chocolate ever again.

[galacticfrenchfries]

Professional Scaredy-Cats

Chapter 3: Sweet Springs Sanitorium

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Charlotte

We got back to the RV after getting breakfast at a small cafe, and we began looking through some cute Polaroids that we've been taking. I tape the pictures to the wall so we don't lose them.

"We're so cute." I gush, looking at the pictures.

"Yeah we are!" Dakota cheered, putting the Polaroid camera back in his backpack.

"Oh, I was talking about Chels and I." I told him. I wasn't actually, but I like picking on Dak all the time.

"Oh wow." Tanner laughed. "So rude, Lottie."

"You'll get over it." I stuck my tongue out, then laughed at myself.

    "Anyways," Dakota glared at me. "I wanna talk about our next location for a minute."

   "Oh boy." Alex sighed.

   "Without giving too much away, I think that whatever spirits are haunting this place still have a lot of energy in them," Dakota told the group. "One of the most common experiences people have are shadow figures and unexplainable noises."

   "Nothing we haven't experienced before." I smiled confidently.

   "This location might be a little different than anything we've ever experienced before." Dakota said. "But before tonight, we're going to make a little pit stop."

   He decided to take us to a smaller, and haunted, location to get us ready for whatever happens tonight. I would much rather just go walk around a park or something, but I know that's not interesting enough to be on the show. We're going to meet with the owner so that he can share a few details about the place, but I still have no idea where we're going.

   "Welcome to the Lake Shawnee Amusement Park." Dakota said.

   We stepped out of the RV and met with the owner, Chris White. We all shook hands and looked around us at the abandoned amusement park.

   "Native Americans settled here in the 1400s, and when the first English family settled here the tribe killed two of the children on the property." Chris stated. "The third child was later found burning at the stake."

   I looked at the man with wide eyes "That's terrible, oh my god."

   He continued by telling us about more deaths that occurred on the property, and all of them were children. These kids were coming here to have a fun day, but they never left.

   Tanner and I both seem to be the most affected by this, and I think it may be because since we both have really young nieces and nephews that it hit us a little harder. I could never imagine the pain that these children and their families went through when they passed away here, in what seemed like a fun and safe place for the family.

   Once the sky got darker, we walked over to visit the children's gravestones. I walked into the open field and found some flowers to put on the stone, my way of telling these children that people are still remembering them.

   We all stood in silence reading the engravings on the stones, and I bent down to sit the flowers on their shared stone. I reached into my pocket and found a little duck that I had and sat in on top, maybe their spirits can play with it if they wanted to.

   I stood back up and felt an arm get draped over my shoulder, I looked up and smiled at Tanner with my watery eyes.

   After I placed the duck on the stone, the air around us felt calmer. Almost as if the spirits of the children realized that they could trust us and let down their barriers. At least that's what I want to think.

   "Ezekiel doesn't have a gravestone," I spoke in realization. "I wonder why?"

   "He's the one who people see all the time," Chelsea said. "He doesn't want to be forgotten."

   My heart aches at the thought of this child feeling forgotten, no child should ever have that feeling. I walked back into the field and picked a few more flowers and sat them in the grass next to the other childrens' gravestone. I searched through my backpack to look for another duck, and after finally finding it I sat it next to the flowers.

   "Ezekiel," I spoke up a little louder. "If you're here with us, just know that we are never going to forget about you. That duck is for you, and I really hope you like it."

   A sudden gust of wind blew my hair into my face, and the realization hit me that it could have been Ezekiel acknowledging what I said. I felt a small smile form on my lips before we all walked to a nearby picnic table to do our packet read.

   "Are you guys ready to find out where we're going?" Dakota asked before sitting the packet on the table.

   "Let's do it" I said.

   We all took turns reading the packet, while Alex stood at the far end of the table to record us.

   "Sweet Springs Sanitarium has a long and deadly past, and each incarnation of the property just continued adding to it's devastation." Tanner read, "The building that housed Sweet Springs had been a grand resort before it was transformed into a hospital for treating Tuberculosis."

   Chelsea took the packet to read the next section. "The land it sits on is considered by many Native American tribes to be sacred. On the third floor, a full body apparition of a woman in period clothing has been seen numerous times." Chelsea took a breath and then continued "People have been touched, including the building's maintenance manager who has felt a firm hand on his shoulder while walking the halls of this building."

   Chelsea handed me the packet to read next. "There have been a total of five owners in the past twenty years, several dying unexpectedly after purchasing the property." I paused for a second, trying to take in the information. "I would be terrified to be the new owner."

   "Me too, I would never buy this place." Alex spoke up for the first time after listening to us read the packet.

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After a few hours of driving, we finally made it to Sweet Springs. We got out of the RV after gathering our gear, and I finally got a good look at the property. And of course it's storming outside which makes the night so much worse.

Since the property is so big, we split into two groups. I stuck with Dakota and Chelsea, while Tanner and Alex were grouped together. We all wished each other good luck before making our way into the front doors.

I should have joined the other group, to be honest, because when Dakota and Chelsea get scared they're the biggest chickens about it. Their fear just bounces off one another and gets worse from there.

We were just walking around on the first floor when we heard a loud noise coming from the floor above us. "Woah what was that?" Chelsea asked us.

"That was upstairs!" Dakota exclaimed. "I don't wanna go upstairs now."

But of course, because it's Dakota, that's exactly what we did. We walked up the creaky stairs to check out what made that noise. As soon as we stepped out of the stairwell there was a noise from down the hallway, making all three of us jump.

"There's something down there guys!" I said, hiding behind the two of them. "I really don't wanna go down there."

"Can you shut one of those doors?" Dakota asked, pointing his flashlight to the end of the hallway. Nothing happened at first, but then a loud bang was heard down the hallway. All three of us screamed, scaring each other even more. Then another noise was heard closer to us, and my heart rate picked up even more.

   We just kept backing further down the hallway until Dakota led us to the stairs to go up to the third floor. We walked into room 3007 where several people have reported seeing a female apparition walking around and standing in the window.

   Nothing really happened in that room, but I did notice that it was slightly colder in there than the rest of the third floor. We went back downstairs to meet up with Tanner and Alex to switch areas of the building. We went down to the basement where Tanner and Alex were, and they went to the second floor where we started out. Alex told us that we were probably going to get lost down there, so I'm already mentally preparing myself for the maze we're walking into.

I already hate basements as it is, I won't even go into my parents basement when I visit. The door to the basement is right next to my childhood bedroom, so I always triple check that it's locked before I go to bed.

"I despise basements," I spoke. "I better not have to sleep down there alone."

"Same here." Chelsea agreed with me.

We walked down the narrow steps to the basement before entering what used to be the slave quarters. I looked around with my flashlight when I saw that someone had put dolls in cages hanging from the ceiling. "Why would anyone do that? What is wrong with people?"

"That's so insensitive." Dakota scoffed before walking further into the basement.

"That's like the complete opposite of what people should be doing," Chelsea added. "Especially with knowing the horrors that went on down here."

I have a bad feeling about being down here, and I don't think it's because I don't like basements. There's something dark surrounding us and I don't like the feeling it's giving me.

We begin walking into one of the rooms when we hear what sounded like a woman's voice, and it sounded full of pain.

"Did you guys hear that?" Dakota asked us.

"Yeah, it sounded like a woman's voice." Chelsea told him "What about you, Char?"

"Yeah I heard it." I whispered. "It sounded so full of pain, I feel so bad right now."

We looked back into the room when Tanners voice was heard through the walkie. "This is Tanner for Dakota."

"Go for Dakota." We waited for Tanner to speak up again.

"You're not gonna believe this dude." He said, sounding kind of scared. "We just heard a woman's voice coming from room 3007."

Chelsea and I looked at each other with wide eyes.

"No way," Dakota spoke. "I think we just heard the exact same voice!"

"How the hell?" Tanner exclaimed "How did we hear the same voice, with two floors in between us?"

We explored the rest of the basement before meeting up with the others, and we all talked about what had happened while we were exploring.

"Sleeping alone tonight is going to be one of the hardest things I've ever done." Chelsea spoke into the camera.

"Yeah," I agreed. "Especially after what we've experienced already, I can't even imagine what'll happen while we're alone."

We decide to take one last walk around the property, checking out the jail cell while we're at it.

"Ew, is that snake skin?" Chelsea asked while looking at the skin that was hanging on the wall.

"That's disgusting," Dakota grimaced "I hate snakes."

I walked over the snake skin and picked it off the wall, walking toward Dakota with it. "Present time!"

"No, NO, get that away from me." He backed away from me, trying not to let me touch him. I cornered him and draped the skin over his camera and laughed at the face he made.

"You're pure evil." Alex laughed, flicking the snakeskin off of Dakota's camera.

"I hope you get the basement now." Dakota glared at me.

"No!! Please don't say that." I poured. "I'm sorry, take it back. Right now!"

Before he could say anything back, a bunch of birds came out of nowhere so I immediately ran out of the little building.

"That's karma!" Tanner laughed at me.

"I guess I deserved that." I frowned, nervously looking back at the building full of birds.

We went back to the front of the main building to pick our locations. We decided not to sleep on the third floor since there was a lot of black mold so it wouldn't be safe to sleep there. The locations that we picked are the basement slave quarters, basement hospital wing, the second floor west wing, the first floor by the big mirror, and the first floor west wing which no one had been to yet.

"We haven't explored the first floor west wing, so whoever gets that is going in with no prior knowledge." Dakota told us.

Tanner wrote the locations on the pieces of paper, then we all drew out of the hat. Tanner got the basement slave quarters, Dakota got the second floor west wing, Chelsea got the first floor west wing, and Alex got the big mirror. And of course I got the basement hospital wing.

"Just my luck!" I groaned after I realized the only option left was in the basement. "The universe is out to get me."

Tanner and I made our way to the basement. We were pretty far apart from each other, but if one of us got loud we would be able to faintly hear each other. I set up my cot in the hallway before Tanner left me alone.

I decided to speak to my camera for a little bit. "I am currently in the Basement Hospital Wing, the one place I didn't want to end up with." I layed back in my cot. "This is not how I wanted to spend my Friday night."

I sat in complete silence for a few minutes, my eyes shut because I don't want to accidentally see anything. I shot up in my cot when I heard a voice coming from behind me, and it sounded so clearly human. I tried not to freak out as I pointed my flashlight in the direction of the voice.

"Lottie?" I screamed when I heard Tanners voice come from my walkie. "Did you just hear that voice?"

"Yeah, I heard it come from behind me." I told him. "How the hell did you hear it too?"

"I don't know but I'm coming to get you," I heard shuffling on his end. "We're gonna do a sweep of the basement, that sounded human."

I could feel my heart beating faster as I waited for him to come get me. He and Alex ran in, and the look on their faces made me realize how serious this situation could be.

The three of us walked around to look for anyone who could have broken in, but we didn't see anyone.

"I really don't think you should be sleeping alone, Lottie." Alex looked at me with concern.

"No, I can do it," I assured him. "I'll be fine. And if anything happens I'll call for Tanner."

They both looked skeptical, but eventually obliged and we all went back to our sleeping arrangements.

Everything was peaceful until I heard Tanner come running down the hallway. "Who is that? Who's in here?"

I sat back up in my cot and turned to see Tanner walking in behind me. "What are you doing?" I asked with a confused look on my face.

"Did you not just hear that?" He asked me

"I didn't hear anything, Tan." I got up from my cot. "What was it?"

"I swear I just heard singing," he looked back into the hallway behind him. "I ran straight to you because I thought someone was down here."

"Well that's unsettling." I could feel a pit forming at the bottom of my stomach. "Something is definitely messing with you because it's been so quiet over here."

Alex, Dakota, and Chelsea ran down into the basement with us.

"Dude, are you guys okay?" Chelsea asked with concern in her eyes.

"Something is messing with me, Lottie didn't hear any of what I just heard and it was so loud." Tanner spoke really fast. "This thing was mocking me, and I'm pissed."

Everyone began walking out of my area "Wait what is going on?"

"We're going back to my area, we need to figure this out." Tanner, Alex, and Chelsea walked back to the slave quarters.

Dakota stuck back with me and asked "So you didn't hear anything? Only Tanner was hearing this stuff?"

"I heard the first set of voices, it was right between both of us in that hallway. I didn't hear anything aft-." I was interrupted when I heard the loudest, most human scream I've ever heard at a location.

"Holy shit." I grabbed Dakota and ran away from my area, growing increasingly scared.

"Whatever this is, it's demonic and doesn't want us down here." He said out of breath. "It wants us to get the hell out of here."

"We need to regroup, like now." Alex said, leading us toward the stairs.

"There has been slavery here, this is a horrible place." Tanner told us. "And what we just heard portrays all of the horrendous things that have happened in this place, especially in that basement."

As we were walking back outside, I gripped Chelsea's hand as she prayed under her breath. This night has affected both of us in ways that we never imagined. Before we got to the first floor we heard another bang behind us, something was still following us. I felt Chelsea's grip tighten, nearly cutting the circulation off.

"We need to calm down, I'll get my laptop and we can review the footage we've gotten." Dakota tried to calm the group, especially Chelsea and I.

We all sat around Dakota's laptop, except for Tanner who was pacing around the porch of the building. He's obviously been affected the most out of all of us, and I'm starting to get worried about him.

"Tan?" I looked over at my friend. "Are you okay? Come sit down."

"No, I'm fine." He said as he continued pacing next to us.

"It's messing with you dude," Alex said to him.

"Yeah, don't let it get to you," Chelsea told him. "That's exactly what it wants."

Tanner finally sat down next to Dakota and we all reviewed the footage together. We heard the singing that Tanner heard so clearly, and it freaked Chelsea out so bad that she had to get up from her seat to process it.

"Oh hell no," She yelled. "That is crazy."

"That's the most evidence we have ever caught in one night, holy shit." I spoke, still trying to listen to the footage that we got.

"Let's get out of this place." Alex said, getting up from his seat and gathering his things.

We all got our stuff together and headed back to the RV, and I hope that I never have to come back to this place.

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This episode was so terrifying! The scream, the singing, the talking, AND THE CHANTING THEY GOT AT THE END. No thank u, never again pls.

Also the way Tanner reacted made me realize just how protective he is over his friends, but he did scare me a little when he tried fighting that ghost lol

Just a reminder that this is cross posted on my wattpad and I’m adding a few bonus social media chapters over there if anyone is interested!

[lucyjadesilverson]

Talk

Note: All characters are speaking Korean but you guys will read it as English. Sometimes Y\N and Namjoon will speak in english.

"Oh come on, you can't be serious, mum wouldn't say that." You chuckled down the phone to your sister. It was now 7am, Sunday in Seoul and 11pm, Saturday in England. You were speaking to her before she went to bed and before you started learning your new choreography for the 34th golden disk awards.

"She did, it was hilarious. You should of seen Nan's face" she laughed back.

Your choreographer, Yoongi and Namjoon came through the door of the dance studio catching your attention.

"Right, babe I gotta go. Talk tomorrow?" You said to your sister, watching how Namjoon looked at you when you said 'babe' but you called a lot of family members that, your sister, your sister in law, your mum, your aunties, even your brother when you were being sly and bitter with each other.

"Okay hun. Love you" She said with a yawn at the end.

"I love you too." You said smiling before you ended the phone call. You looked up noticing the stare Namjoon had on you was now an angry one making your eyebrows crash together. You shrugged it off, walking over to your members.

"How's your sister?" Dani asked making the Korean speaking part of your brain ignite.

"Yeah she's good, just tired from work and the kids." You replied sympatheticly.

"I can't believe she's the mum of two, she's only four years older than you." Taylor said while stretching her legs.

"Technically one of them is her step daughter but we don't use the word 'step' in our family." You replied starting to stretch too.

"What do you mean?" Taylor inquired.

"Well to us it doesn't matter wether you are married into the family or born into it. Family is family. I mean my favourite Auntie is actually my step Auntie." You said moving to do the splits. Noticing that the boys were listening to your conversation and that Hoseok had now joined them.

"Jinjja yo?" Ashley chirped in making you nod.

"Wait I though you said you didn't have favourites?" Dani asked with a smirk.

"I don't, well, it only because she's more like a big sister than an Auntie. My sister and Brother both agree too." I said making them nod.

"Okay girls, let's start." The choreographer said smiling and standing in front of us.All four of us bowed at her before she started teaching us the new moves.

Throughout the session, Yoongi switched from looking at his phone and talking to the boys. Hosoek was watching the choreo intensely and pointing out things to us if we got it wrong. And namjoon kept his stare on you. You found it weird but continuously shrugged it off.

You and Namjoon were extremely close, you even had dirty inside jokes, usually in English, because you and him were the only ones who could understand English fluently. It was usual for him to observe you and tell you, not ask, but tell you whether you were hungry, tired, bored, annoyed, even horny. He knew all your emotions.

He could read you like a book and you could do the same to him but you didn't tell him if he was hungry, you would just buy him food or drag him to the napping area and make him sleep. He loved that about you.

You preferred to just do rather than talk about it first, and it was exactly the same with your work too. If you had a new idea about a dance or new lyrics you would practice or write down the words rather than telling someone first.

Practice was half way done now, everyone had learnt the dance now you all had to practice and strengthen your weak points. You walked over to the boys making grabby hand at Namjoons glass of water he held in his hand. All the boys chuckled at your childlike action before Namjoon handed you the full glass.

"Thank you Oppa." You smiled but squinted slightly watching him tense up at the nickname.

All three boys stared at you, making you realise what you had said. Oppa. You never used that word. Yes, it was to show respect for guys older than you but you made it clear to all the boys at big hit that you would not be calling them Oppa even though you respected them greatly. They all agreed, well except a few, but after a while they got used to the different nicknames you had for them.

You started and to squirm under their gaze, seeing slight smirks form on each of their faces.

"Oh fuck me." You said annoyed as you spilled the drink while squirming. Namjoon chuckled and said.

"Okay" making both of you laugh. The others looked at you confused making you laugh harder.

"None of that kind of talk Mr.Kim." You said in your British accent that he absolutely adored.

He was obsessed with it for sure, always trying to get you to say stuff in your native accent. You had picked up a slight American one when speaking English in Korea because the people who spoke English, that you hung out with, had American accents but you could easily switch between the two.

"I'm not sure what you are talking about Miss.Y/L/N." He said trying to imitate you but failing on the pronunciation which you found adorable considering you loved the way his native tongue change the sound of certain words.

You giggled taking a sip of water and handing the drink back to him before going back to practice. You saw the boys whispering to each other in the mirrors on the walls. Your eyes narrowed wondering what they were saying, but your attention was caught elsewhere when Ashley asked for your help with a dance move.

You helped her and then Dani when she asked. You were finished with Dani and turned to see Taylor standing in front of you with a smirk. You look at her suspiciously.

"Wanna dance?" She asked holding her hand out to you and bowing slightly making you grin cheekily and take her hand.

"Why yes I would." You replied laughing as they girls behind you started.

"Yeah yeah shut up, just cause you two are the dancers of the group." Ashley said still trying to figure the dance move you taught her ten minutes ago. You and Taylor giggled going over to either side of them and pushing them together so you stood in a line facing the mirrors. You stood on the right end, Ashley next to you, Dani next to her and Taylor at the other end.

Taylor held your hand behind and in front on them blocking them in while the song Shake Santa Shake came on through the speaker making the girls look at both of you and start laughing. It was the first song you all recorded and learnt a group dance to, you all loved the Christmas performance. It was a fan favourite when you performed it at a KBS Christmas special concert.

All of you girls smiled before performing the song from your first mini album. After you were done the boys clapped making you turn around and notice that all seven members of BTS were now in the studio. All four of you bowed to them as they clapped.

"Yah, that was so good." Jungkook said smiling as he leant against the wall.

"I remember when you first performed that." Taehyung's deep voice sounded in the room making the rest of the boys nod in agreement.

"Okay girls we are done for the day. Rest up and we can practice again tomorrow." The choreographer said.

"ne seonsaengnim!" You and your members said cheerfully while bowing to her. She left the room.

"We are going to the chill room, you all coming?" Jin asked while standing next to Jimin.

Everyone nodded and all left the dance studio.

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It had been a few hours since dance practice and you were typing out some important work on your iPad, when you couldn't figure something out and decided to google it, but it wasn't giving you the answer you wanted. Your lack of sleep today led you to be a little snappy.

"You know what fine, fine. Be a dick then. Be a dick!" You ranted at your iPad before taking of your headphones and looking up to find your members and the boys staring at you.

"What it's being a dick!" You said defensively pointing at your iPad making Namjoon chuckle.

"You're speaking in English love." He said as his eyes scanned over the words of his book.

Love. That stupid nickname he picked up on his last visit to London. Now he's the dick, for making me feel all tingly.

"I know I am!" You snapped at him making him look at you and raise an eyebrow. His eyes squinted for a moment before he closed the book he was reading and got up off the opposite couch, to stand in front of you.

"You're tired. Go to sleep. Now." He commanded but in a soft tone.

"I'm not tired." You grumbled quietly like a small child. He sighed running a hand through his hair before grabbing under your legs and and placing a hand on your back. In one swift motion you were throw over shoulder as he carried you out the room. You saw your members and the boys laughing as the door closed.

"Namjoon put me down!" You yelled slapping his back gently not wanting to hurt him.

"No." He simply answered making you frown.

"Whyyyyyy?" You whined catching the attention of the boy trainees that were in the lunch hall eating. He ignored your question.

"Fine then tell me why we are in the lunch hall...where all the boys are." You said while you smiled nervously at entire lunch hall that was staring your way.

Some staring in awe at the two Idols that ha just walked in and others staring and laughing at the fact that the famous Kim Namjoon had you, a fellow Idol over his shoulder. You were used to boys considering that your group were the only girls in bighit other than the staff.

"You are hungry and so am I." He stated calmly picking up some food for both of you.

"Am not." You whined again flicking his back. He chuckled ignoring your whining as he walked out of the hall. He went to the lift and continuously ignored the looks and whispers of the trainees and staff that you passed on the way.

He walked up to the sleeping area. Which was basically a room with four single beds and a bunch of giant bean bag seats. He placed you down on one of the bean bags and then sat comfortably beside you. He began to unwrap the samgak kimbap.

You look around the room until his fingers under your chin turned you to face him, as you did the familiar taste of samgak kimbap, filled your mouth. He was feeding you. You huffed and took it from him eating it making him smirk to himself.

After you'd finished eating you lay your head back against the soft material and closed your eyes. Damn you really were tired. You felt your head being lifted and gently placed back down on something warm but harder than the bean bag. Your eyes opened to see it was Namjoon's shoulder.

"Sleep." He told you making you huff and close your eyes once more.

"Meanie." You whispered under your breath.

"Yah. If I was a meanie do you think I would have brought you food and let you sleep on my shoulder? Meanies don't do that." He said his voice slightly raising making you open your eyes and stare at him.

"Why are you freaking out so much?" You asked confused but he ignored your question and continued his rant.

"If I'm such a meanie why don't you get your boyfriend to do this for you!" He shouted making you frown.

"Boyfriend? What makes you think I have a boyfriend?" You asked completely confused.

"Don't play dumb Y/N. You were speaking with him this morning. You call him babe and said that you loved him." He growled making you roll your eyes.

"That was my sister dummy! I call all the girls of my family Babe. That's just how we talk to one another!" You yelled back trying to get through to him.

His lips made an 'O' shape and he sighed half in relief and disappointment at his behaviour.

"Why would it matter if I had a boyfriend anyways." You mumbled under your breath crossing your arms. In a instant his lips were on yours in a passionate kiss that made your head spin. Your lips moved in sink with one another. A small moan came from you as he gripped your hair tightly and you felt him smirk into the kiss.

"That's why it matters." He whispered after pulling away.

Vocabulary.

{Jinjja yo : Really?}

{ne seonsaengnim! : yes, teacher}

{samgak kimbap : basically sushi but shaped like a triangle}

[kyliafanfiction-archive]

Daniel Ortega, Amy Kostas, Charkatus Victorae, and Gregory Elliot.

(the Orion Team stories - which center around these four plus Lung Jiao - start in July 2817 C.E.)

Full Name: Major Daniel Fransisco Ortega, Earth Federation Marine Corps. Also codenamed “Orion-6.” Gender and Sexuality: Cisgender, Heterosexual Pronouns: He/His/Him Ethnicity/Species: Black African and Hispantic Extraction, Human Birthplace and Birthdate: Hanno Station, the 3rd Oldest Orbital Habitat/City over Mars. Population - 400,000, some 478 years old. Date of Birth, June 17th, 2750 C.E. Guilty Pleasures: Coffee, Romnivirian (another alien species) Opera Phobias: No real stand out phobias. What They Would Be Famous For: Probably one of his heroic acts in the EFMC, such as his conduct during the Defense of Fortress Gamma-3-Omega from the invading Hyplontians (an alien species). During the 3-week battle, all his superior officers were killed and he ended up leading the Battalion. His work for the Office of Extrafederation Security is far too classified. What They Would Get Arrested For: Murder, Espionage, Destruction of Property, Arson… the OES gets up to a lot of stuff on the worlds of other Stellar Nations OC You Ship Them With: His wife, Natasha Richter OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Mark Farrell (different than the Mark Farrel from the Heartpoint Chronicles. This one is a mass-murdering psychopath/terrorist who works for a rogue megacorp) Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Historical Fiction, especially stuff set in the 23rd and 24th centuries. Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Simplifying the ‘bad guys’ of history into cliché moustache-twirly villains. Talents and/or Powers: Expert at small-unit tactics, top-tier marksman. Card Shark. Why Someone Might Love Them: Fiercely dedicated to what he believes in, loyal, Very fair-minded and expansive. Radiates quiet confidence, a lot. Why Someone Might Hate Them: He can be a scary hard-ass even to his men sometimes. Strict. How They Change: He does have a bit of a crisis of conscience after he kills the terrorist leader their hunting in the first Book and realizes just how much visceral enjoyment he got out of it, that the bastard was finally dead. Its one thing to do your duty as a soldier, but to enjoy killing someone? Even someone evil? Why You Love Them: I like the idea of this guy keeping Orion Team together - he’s def the 'sane man’ of the team, to play the tropes.

Full Name: Lt. Commander Amy Xelcavia Kostas, Earth Federation Navy. Also Codenamed “Orion-9." As a practicing Novarian, her middle name is that of her spirit patron - in this case, Xelcavia, the Spider of Striving Ambition, whom she took as a patron when she was 19, as per normal for a Novarian. Gender and Sexuality: Cisgender, Lesbian Pronouns: She/Her/Hers Ethnicity/Species: Greek and Irish Extraction, Human Birthplace and Birthdate: The city of Crestwall on New Horizon, the 3rd planet of the Washington System; DOB August 7th, 2764 Guilty Pleasures: High-Intensity Sports, Old Hyperspace Engines, Virtual Reality Multiplayer games Phobias: Violating the strictures of her Faith and then not getting a chance to make recompense to the Spirits before her death. What They Would Be Famous For: In another life, where she didn’t join the EFN, Amy could have become famous across known space for her advances in Hyperspace Physics and her pioneering hand development of an affordable (for the larger market) version of the Navy’s Zeus-Class Hyperdrive. With three Doctorates. Of course, she still has time to make a name for herself in the realm of Hyperspace Theory What They Would Get Arrested For: Whatever the law, she’d be arrested for trying to break it in the most elaborate way possible while (trying) to avoid being caught. She’d go for those laws that no one has broken and gotten away with it. That, or OES work OC You Ship Them With: Her wife, Sara Townsend. OC Most Likely To Murder Them: None really come to mind from the Orion Team verse, but Amy Kostas and Alicia Lehane (Aliciaverse) could either get on great or want to kill eachother. Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Romance Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: The Meet Cute Talents and/or Powers: Masters Degree in Hyperspace Theory, could have easily gotten a Doctorate had she not joined the Navy. A lot of practical experience in Hyperspace in general. Unbroken record of success as a Tactical Officer, in both ship to ship combat and Boarding Actions.  Why Someone Might Love Them: Smart, witty, dedicated, her constant quest to better herself and meet and rise to overcome new challenges. Why Someone Might Hate Them: Her apparent detachment from the fact that she kills lots of people for her job and doesn’t really care - she’s not as detached as that, but her manner (especially her highly competitive-challenge focused approach to fighting) gives that impression. Her need to be the smartest woman in the room. Her competitive Streak. If they don’t like Novarianism, her uncompromising devotion to the tenants of her Faith (though Novarianism manages to be a generally unobjectionable Faith… most of the time). How They Change: I’m sure she does, but I don’t know how she would offhand yet  Why You Love Them: Oh my god, I love Amy Kostas. Her unique style (informed by her syncretic faith) and approach, the fact that she studied Hyperspace Theory in College because it was the hardest subject she could find. She changed disciplines in the Navy because she felt like she’d made Hyerspace Navigation her bitch and decided being a Tactical Officer was her next challenge. I love Lt. Commander Kostas.

Full Name: Charkatus Victorae xaen Velcar Delorus. His name is partially Anglicized to be more easily pronounced by human tongues and written in English. Also Codenamed "Orion-12” Gender and Sexuality: Heterosexual, Xenophiliac (he finds human women far more attractive than Romivirian Women). Romnivirians don’t approach or conceive of the concept of 'gender identity’ the way humans do. His biological sex is Male, however. Pronouns: Vos/Vorcs/Vorbs (sort of/basically He/His/Him) Ethnicity/Species: Of Viran Extraction, Romnivirian Birthplace and Birthdate: April 17th, 2746, by Human reckoning. Born in the small agricultural town of Hurolxinekur, on Velcar Prime/Velcar IV, Velcar System, Nephros Cluster, Haeron Administratum, Romnivirian Empire  Guilty Pleasures: Human women. Technically not really a guilty pleasure since he’s stopped being bothered by his attraction. Rictelzo, a kind of Romnivirian Alcohol (he, like many Romnivirians, is allergic to the chemical compounds in the stuff that intoxicates humans, and no Romnivirian who isn’t metabolizes such substances in a way that lets the get intoxicated). Old Human Movies. (like, even Pre-space ones) Phobias: Vorra Beasts (native Megafauna on Velcar Secundus/Velcar III), his Cybernetic implants being overloaded What They Would Be Famous For: I can’t really think of anything. His service in both the Romniviran Imperial Army and then the EF Romnivirian Auxilliary Corps (think French Foreign Legion) What They Would Get Arrested For: Public Intoxication, Solicitation, on worlds where Prostitution is illegal but still exists (though that’s not common in Human space anymore) OC You Ship Them With: If Amy Kostas was straight, or Bi, and you know, not married I could see them being compatible (this was not intentional when they were created). Amanda Zhao, from The Heartpoint Chronicles-Verse OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Honestly? Rebecca Fernandez from THC-Verse Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Dramedies or Comedies with Adventure story aspects Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Humanity Saves The Primitive Aliens (especially common in Pre-First contact Sci-fi). Romnivirians were in hyperspace before humans developed Gunpowder, damnit! Talents and/or Powers: Expert Sniper, Occular implants that greatly improve his accuracy, Overload Gaunlet implant in his hand that lets him overcharge electronic devices in the field. Why Someone Might Love Them: He’s surprisingly insightful about people and good at cheering them up. Clever. Curious. He’s also very chill. Why Someone Might Hate Them: He’s got a body count in the Thousands:  humans, Romnivirians, members of the Centai races, and he just… doesn't really care. He also has no other career or skills than soldiering (which broke up his second marriage - he mustered out of the Auxilliaries to be with his wife all the time and just… couldn’t stick with Civilian life) How They Change: Not sure offhand. He hasn’t really yet. Why You Love Them: He’s a fascinating external look on the weirdness and idiosyncrasies of both humanity in general and the Earth Federation in particular.

Full Name: Gregory Julius Elliot Gender and Sexuality: Cisgender, Bisexual, has dated or had sexual relations with Sytala (an alien species that looks fairly human… except where they don’t) of both genders and had a sexual encounter with a Romnivirian male, although he found he didn’t particularly enjoy that experience. He largely prefers his own species though. Pronouns: He/His/Him Ethnicity/Species: Of Anglo/British Extraction, Human Birthplace and Birthdate: December 19th, 2767 Guilty Pleasures: Exotic Hallucinogens, though by practicality, he hasn’t had any in years. Phobias: Suffocation, Drowning, What They Would Be Famous For: Under the pseudonym, "The Hollow Man", he was responsible for a lot of Hacktivist Exposes of corruption, hypocrisy and the like in government on all levels and private enterprises, before the Office of Extrafederation Security recruited him when the Law finally started to close in on him.  What They Would Get Arrested For: Hackivism OC You Ship Them With: None in Orion Team, yet, but the characters of Daniel Chase-Harris and Jack Rosado, probably even Talia McDermott (all from the AliciaVerse), would be compatible with him. OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Once in a while, Lung Jiao has half-seriously contemplated it.  Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Sci-fi. Of course, Sci-fi in 2817 looks very different than it does today. Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: When the Authority Figures were right all along. Talents and/or Powers: Really good with computers/hacking Why Someone Might Love Them: He's endearingly excitable when he’s really into something. Really imaginative. Strong principles re: transparency and the spirit of the law. Idealistic. Why Someone Might Hate Them: His excitability, Idealism and occasional naiveté can rub off badly on people. How They Change: Despite being part of a front-line black ops unit, Gregory hasn’t actually killed anyone. He does in Book 1. Why You Love Them: He’s a nice counterpoint to the cynical pragmatism of the EF’s government (OES especially) and the lighter side of the occasional 'manifest destiny’ attitude the EF has towards its mission to be the government of all humankind.

Send me the name of one of my OCS and I’ll tell you (names w/ Post)

[kaisa-ryo]

Inumaki Toge NSFW Alphabet

Warning: English isn't my native language!

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A = Aftercare (What he likes after sex)

Fingering your hair is his favorite pastime. It doesn't matter if they are short or long, light or dark, he just loves the combination of your scent and your favorite shampoo. Yes. It is no less pleasant for him to draw in their aroma, so Inumaki always bumps into the top of your head and falls asleep, feeling this native smell. This is probably why he often dreams with your participation.

B = Body part (His favorite body part)

Hair. It is obvious.

How he is fascinated by the sight when they develop so beautifully in the wind, how the moonlight pours into them, and how incredibly alluring any touch seems to be. It's like teasing a lover by flattering his imagination. But damn it, when you give him full control over them, he feels great delight. Toge can spend hours doing your hair or putting it in a ponytail, admiring your bare neck, guessing the thoughts behind your back.

— And if we have a girl, will you also braid her hair?

You asked with a slight laugh.

— Salmon! Salmon!

C = Cum (Everything about sperm)

Most often in a condom.

Sometimes, of course, on one of the zones of your body, but with your permission. Because of the prices and the need to save money, you can certainly not copulate every day, but you want to get as much pleasure from the process as possible. Speaking specifically about you, then you do not mind that he came inside. The main thing is to properly configure yourself and him.

D = Dirty secret

He is in no other way connected with his kink, which you will learn about a little later.

When you're in the shower or away from the dorm, he takes your headphones and licks the earwax off. Yes, you heard right.

When you were walking with a friend, she couldn't stop complaining for ten minutes that her headphones need to be constantly cleaned, otherwise any music is hard to hear. You, of course, were surprised not to answer her. You have a slightly different thought - why have you never noticed your headphones are dirty? Anyway, you thought you were just lucky with them.

E = Experience

Small, but no less significant.

Watching porn to completely satisfy you seemed insufficient to him. Therefore, in order to have at least some idea of ​​the peculiarities of the female body, he watched how it moves, studied gestures, facial expressions and even intonation, trying to make out what exactly you can get aroused from. The peculiarity was that in real life, body movements and their consequences are never as natural and simple as on a phone screen. For example, when you suck on him, his throat may dry out, from which you ask him to bring a glass of water. Or when you fuck for too long, and neither of you ever experienced an orgasm (this also happens), you just lie down on the bed, not even thinking that it is either of you. Simply because you are just tired.

In general, you both learn something new in sexual relations and experience new sensations almost every intercourse.

F = Favorite position

Most of all he prefers those in which no special effort is needed. For example missionary or "spoons". They do not require any incredible gymnastic skills and still allow you to conserve energy.

A special title is occupied by the pose from behind, where you put a pillow under the pelvis. A huge plus is that such a pose serves for "deeper penetration", so you both experience the same sensations of bliss: you are all Inumaki inside yourself, and he is your incomparable warmth and flesh.

G = Goofy (Serious at this moment?)

Undoubtedly.

We can say that he simply does not know how to fool around. He is serious and subtle to such an extent that even joking flirting with him seems a kind of perversion.

H = Hair (Is the hair okay?)

Frankly, you are not even sure that he has something growing there. But the whole secret is that he tries to pay as much attention to the groin area as possible. This is the only place that, perhaps, only you can see. It is worth paying special attention to it, isn't it?

I = Intimacy (Romance)

This is mainly a manifestation of material or spiritual signs. Moreover, the most common ones, for example, an offer to share food, hold the door, straighten the curls that have come out of his hair .., but he does it with such a disinterested and sincere expression that it immediately becomes clear that this is true love based on affection.

Perhaps to some extent this is just a game of contrasts, the goal of which is to win your heart completely and completely, but unfeigned attention forces it to be sincere. In fact, there is no need for him to play these dirty games, because he has long ago reached you in all his perfection, and, in fact, remains the dearest person for you.

J = Jack off (masturbation)

It happens.

It does not matter because of what exactly: your naked, half-naked body, clothes ..., absolutely everything drenches him from head to toe.

The heart is pounding like mad, there is a pleasant tickling in the stomach, breathing quickens, the eyelids begin to drop from such a pressure of mixed, but clearly pleasant feelings. The hand unauthorizedly reaches down to the pants and continues to rub the tip until all the precum has flowed out. Trembling muffled moans hammer into his ears, mixing with yours, which sound in his sexual fantasies.

Once you caught him doing this, but fortunately, you didn't even understand that he was masturbating then.

K = Kink

Have you ever seen people lick their partners' ears? I hasten to congratulate (or upset), Inumaki is one of them.

During sex, he always starts with this - licking and nibbling your ears. Starting from the scaphoid fossa and ending with the earlobe. Later, he will smoothly move to a climax, ending with the fact that he learns with the language more internal parts, like a storm a passage to the eardrums.

The more you are aroused by the rhythmic movement of his tongue, the more the waves of sexual energy spread throughout your body. Eventually you will begin to succumb to such unusual caresses.

L = Location (Favorite places to have sex)

Any where you are alone. The most commonplace are the kitchen table and bed. But his favorite is the bath.

Here you are sitting, huddled close to each other, then Inumaki for no reason, for no reason begins to caress you. Under the water, everything seems so sharp and shameless that you will not immediately understand whether you are really flowing or whether it is ordinary water. Plus, the bath has an advantage. It lies in the fact that you do not need to go to the shower after sex to put yourself in order, because you are already in the shower!

Toge knows how exhausted you are, so he will definitely go over your whole body with a washcloth, and this, believe me, will be extremely pleasant. Then you just fall asleep on his chest while he peers into your face, tickling him from time to time with the touches of soft fingers.

M = Motivation

Your persistence

He gets maddened by the way you touch and feel his torso as he stands with his back to you. He feels how your hand moves to his chest, and each time he moans with delight, as if he was touching your tender body, not you. And you slowly and carefully examine its relief, running your fingers into your pants and touching a tense member. Oh, how you smile in response to his sighs and groans. What he thinks about you at this moment, even scary to imagine. Do you want to know his thoughts? You can do this to the fullest while he stands in front of the mirror and watches how you feel his body, looking at his face, which he is diligently trying to hide. But nothing comes of it, because you come closer to his ear and whisper: "Close your eyes ..." He obediently closes, and you passionately lick his neck, and he again moans with bliss. Damn right, he needs it right now.

N = No (Which will not do)

Something that will make you uncomfortable.

Inumaki is a person who truly wants love. It is on this that all his thoughts, plans, desires are concentrated. But not on using your passion as a tool to achieve sexual pleasure. If he ever hurts you or loses you altogether, then most likely he will not find an object for his love and will remain empty and timid until the end of his days. And this will be the saddest thing in his life. That is why he wants to give you what you need in order to receive your love in the maximum amount,

O = Oral (Likes to receive or to give)

He tries with all his might to show that the guy is by nature a gentleman and idealist, but deep down he wants to get as much from you as possible. To do this, he tries to get all the pleasure from just one of your vulgar posture or appearance, the whole charm of which lies in the fact that he seems to be a normal action that does not cause orgasm even in the most dissolute, but still can cause something in between huge pleasure and deep shock. Such a difficult game, however, quite often happens if the guy realizes that you are completely open to his reach. And someday he will tell you about it, and you will probably laugh at it.

P = Pace

Able to suddenly accelerate, forcing you to take his fingers into your mouth. No matter how much you fuck, it will always come as a surprise to you, since a fast pace can appear at any moment, even at the very beginning.

Q = Quickie

Changeable. He chooses when he should accelerate. Even if there is nothing left to your general orgasm, it may slow down, on purpose, so that you begin to sigh heavily and beg to "be faster."

R = Risk (Ready to experiment)

He does not like to talk about it, so, most likely, he is not ready. Inumaki is not afraid that everything will go through the same place as to harm you.

If he ever gets such an opportunity, he will show the cross with his hands. Even if somewhere in the depths of his soul he wants to do this, he will mentally slap himself in the face and say “no” to himself several times.

Yes, you are a very active person and you will always look for something new in order to try it soon, for which he fell in love with you. From the part. But at the same time, the guy knows very well that if something goes wrong, it will already be his fault that he did not have time to change his mind and refuse in time.

S = Stamina

On average, a couple of rounds are enough for him, and not to get tired, but to force your body to produce fluid. But this art is so subtle that it takes deep and long practice to master it. But Toge was able to "develop his own style" based solely on you. He knew by heart your movements, desires, weaknesses ... let's say, perfectly mastered your personal body language. And it does not take him long to bring you to the peak of pleasure.

T = Toys

Not an amateur.

When you offered him one just for a change, he frowned and shook his head. He does not consider it dirty, rather strange and completely unnecessary. He has a bad attitude not only to toys. When he first saw one of the varieties of BDSM, he reacted in much the same way.

U = Unfair (Does he like to tease)

Watching you wriggle with the desire for him to fuck your convulsing hole must be an incredibly exciting sight for him. Especially when you, wagging your hips, cum on his fingers, so that he immediately licks your lubricant dry. And you, mixed with an incredible sense of bliss, fuck his cock until you are exhausted, because this is the only way to somehow thank him for the affection.

Preludes are what Inumaki is really good at.

V = Volume (How loud is it)

Quite loud. For him, this is such a small complex that he tries to hide, biting your shoulders and collarbones, in order to drown out his own groan at least a little. But you think it's cute and you have already told him about it more than once, but he still continues to be embarrassed by his own voice. Perhaps he himself is embarrassed to hear the loud sounds that he is capable of making, because most of the time he is quiet as a mouse. But despite this, he is pleased that you, unlike him, do not take it as something informal or out of the ordinary.

W = Wild card (Random headcanon)

That night you fucked for quite a long period of time, because you, apparently, under the influence of your teenage hormones, decided to spend the whole day on how to drive him crazy with all the excitements that you know how to drink with the pathogen dissolved in water. You no longer remember what exactly your vicious hormones wanted: extra attention or the knowledge of what his maximum could be. In any case, you didn’t regret doing it.

Due to this, you guys had to sleep three hours more than you need to. As a result, both were late for training.

Who knew that Satoru Gojo was peeking into students' rooms !? Although it was obvious, nobody really thought about it.

— Hmm. What are all the same infinite adolescents are. Apparently I underestimated them. - picking up the used condom from the floor and grinning happily Gojo said.

Since then, the teacher from time to time, with an already annoying smile from her endless amount, glanced at you. But knowing that one person knew about it, it was already impossible to say for sure that someone else would not know about it either. In the end, secrets were useless to hide. Sooner or later, everyone would look askance at you. After all, an interesting couple, a strong shaman and a little vulgarity.

X = X-ray (What's under the clothes)

13 cm, during erection ± 0.5

Y = Yearning (How high is the sex drive)

I will not deny that Toge finds you sexually attractive. Yes, he would like to be alone with you as much as possible. He knows that in a way he considers you to be his weakness. He understands that you, like a fallen star, can ignite in him not only passion, but also a thirst for euphoria. But Toge has no doubt that you are in the hands of someone who can protect you. Even from myself.

Sex is a good solution to remind you that both of you can be more vulnerable to each other, that you both have strengths and weaknesses, that one of you can show more than if he was like an open book. And, undoubtedly, each of you wants to experience this feeling at least once a week. But you and Inumaki do not forget that everything has its own measure. I have long been aware that soon frequent sex can affect your contraception, your health and sincerity (you can forget why you are doing all this). And in general, there is no need to do this too often in your relationship. Realism, what else to add?

± 5/10

Z = Zzz (How quickly falls asleep)

It depends on how much the process exhausted him. As already mentioned, his endurance is much higher than, for example, yours. Therefore, for some indefinite rest of the time, he will look at your relaxed face, tuck a lock of hair behind your ear or stroke your bare shoulder. If your body decides to turn its back on it, it is unlikely that it will immediately stop touching you. Only after his hands pass from your shoulders to your hips and back, he will want to kiss you on the neck or on the cheek. And then he can easily make your body return to its previous position in order to spend several hours in an intoxicating bliss.

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