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[ebonysplendor]

Bruh review the new version of TKaTB bruh because WOWIEEEEEEEEE

I've found that I don't usually do whole reviews on the updated versions of the visual novels I've already written about...but I find it dope that this implies that you lowkey want my unhinged, scatterbrained story telling. Also, big preesh for keeping me straight lol, because, once again, I've been meaning to get around to playing the update, and I just haven't, which is extremely disrespectful. But anyways! I'm yappin' way too early...

TL;DR: HE HIT IT FROM THE BACK. I REPEAT. HE HIT IT FROM THE BACK! ... technically ... we need to have a serious discussion about this thing called "consent", though...

Game Link: https://fantasia-kittcat.itch.io/the-kid-at-the-back-demo

Notable Features: Yandere LI, Custom Pronouns, Self-Insert (first and last name), Two LIs, 1+ Hour Long Demo Spiciness: 2/5 or 8/5 -- Again, it depends on which version you get. If you get the regular degular free version, it'll be more innocent with some flirtiness here and there. If you pay for the NSFW version -- HIGHLY SUGGESTED by the way! -- it'll be way more sinful and the way that the Gods intended it to be. LI Red Flags: 4/5 or 7/5-- Breaking-and-entering, possessive, drugged us, lack of consent, but that "lack of consent" goes even farther in the NSFW version (yes, even farther than in the previous demo) ... but I still can fix him, ya know? Like, that's bae

Wanna know more? If you are not 18+, ABSOLUTELY NOT. You will NOT put this fantastic game in jeopardy, because you're some curious 14-year-old. I honestly don't even want you on my page...but let's be real, are you actually going to listen to me? I hope that you do...ANYWAYS. My 18+ crew, let's get into it!

Almost an entire month with no visual novel review? Nah, we absolutely cannot let that happen.

You know what else we can't let happen? My constant disrespect towards this visual novel. Once AGAIN, the dev(s) ate and left absolutely no crumbs. Like, damn, can you at least leave the plate? Like-- Okay, wait, no, stop. I don't want to get too far into that, because the yap sesh will get kicked off way too early, and I won't have anything for the actual review portion.

That being said, I have done a review of TKATB before, but I'm doing an update of...well, the update. That also being said, because I'm trying to avoid parroting myself too much, the review is going to flow differently. ALSO! Once again, thanks to the bestie, I was able to see the degeneracy LIVE AND IN 4K and biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch~! Let me tell-- Wait, no, no, no, stop. Not yet. Later. We'll talk about that later...at least sorta.

Anyways, like always, I'll def try to make this as spoiler friendly as possible, especially since it's lowkey a different game at this point. Like, the dev(s) have added in extra SCENES. We have new CGs! Like...we've got CONTENT in this update, y'all!

Okay, for realsies now. Enough yappin'. Let's get into it, and y'all...there's a lot to get into.

So, effin' BOOM.

...Actually. Let's do this another way, because we already lowkey know the story. Again, if you don't, I made a review of it a few months back that will get you somewhat caught up. This time around, though, let's just talk and vibe. Enjoy some snacks or whatever, ya know?

Go ahead and pick; there's plenty. I've got me, like, three capri suns and some donut holes. Like, I'm really tryna get into this game convo with y'all because we're squad, ya know? So, let's get comfy while gettin' into it.

All right, so -- *big siiiiiiiiiiip* -- my husband Solivan Brugmansia, right? Let's discuss. Not about him being my husband or not, the game. Respectfully, check yourself. Anyways.

My Gods. that is bae right there. Like, gah damn...

For starters -- even though, I can totally fix him, and I want to make that very clear! My baby ain't do nothing entirely wrong! Like just- just give him to me. He is just a lil' traumatized and misunderstood; he is very capable of change. Like, I can fix him! I can! -- it's only fair to remind you that he is, uh, kind've batshit crazy. Now, the wild part is that I for realsies forgot that he is not entirely sane. Like, not even kidding about that.

This experience has been a sort of "Let me seep you into the madness" versus a "Let's make him insane off rip", and because it was like that, when he started doing typical yandere shit, there were -- specifically -- two different times that I experienced genuine shock. It was literally like, "Oh yeeeeeeah. This is a visual novel with a yandere love interest. Solivan's the yandere. He's not wrapped too tight. Ah, yes, I forgot about that factoid", ya know? The shit genuinely caught me off guard.

Anyways, still can't trust the orange juice, 10 is the magic number, and don't kiss Crowe...like ever lmao. You can dismiss the fuck out of that man, but he's lowkey a simp like Sol is, so as soon as you kiss him lmao...

Just remember that it's implied that Sol is, and has always been, keeping a close eye on you. Actually, let me back up a little. Let's talk more abo-- Oh, wait, do you need a refill? Okay, hold on for a second. Wait, are you good on snackies? You know what? I'll just grab everything, just in case.

...

Okay, now, let's talk more about the orange juice.

Never --

-- and I mean NEVER, trust the orange juice.

There was a moment that we got with Sol, and it was like, "...Aw :)", and then, he was like, "I made orange juice~!", and it was like, "...Aw :(". Like, lmaooooo, I thought we were past that, ya know? Like, I obviously like you! I have you at a 10! Why are you resorting to nonphysical violence? I mean, he got physical in other ways, but it wasn't violent, ya know what I'm sayin'~?

Now, the "10" thing that I keep bringing up.

This competition between them is more intense than I thought, bro, and Sol does not cope with failure well. You know how people will be like, "a win is a win"? Well, with Sol --

-- a loss is a loss, even if it's just by one point.

Remember that whole "Don't kiss Crowe" thing? I genuinely mean that. As tempting as it may be -- and believe me, it's tempting especially because...Crowe can really make a girl feel really, really... wanted, ya know?🫦... ANYWAYS -- DO NOT kiss that man, because that's the game point. Now, who's the actual winner in that scenario.... 👀🧃*dramatic siiiiiiiiiip*. I ain't gon' say it...but I'm just sayin' lmao.

Even though, I really ain't shit because...I willingly cheated on Sol with Crowe. WAIT. LET ME EXPLAIN WHY THOUGH.

This man, dear Gods, this man. I must stay focused... This man is the one that you SHOULD be dating. This is the one that all of your friends and your family really like and approve of. This is the healthy choice, but you don't choose him, because the one that you want is "dark and hot and tall and mysterious" and you're like, "but daddy, I love him!". Meanwhile, your friends are desperately trying to tell you about all the red flags with the other guy and are like "What is with you and toxic men?!". Then, when you defend your toxic crush, they shade you because they "should've saw it coming" when you had picked Sesshomaru and Sasuke over Inuyasha and Naruto.

...But, anyways, when I say that Crowe is Prince damned Charming? Babes... And then he let that hair loose????

Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabes~!

As a side note, lol I wasn't pulling those descriptions (completely) out of my ass; that was the literal intention.

See? "Dark and mysterious" vs "Princely".

Anyways, Crowe's rizz game is...surprisingly strong? Like, I honestly don't know why I was so shocked, but I was shocked. Like, a girl was genuinely flustered, because what do you mean that "you knew that we were going stargazing but you didn't know the brightest start was going to be right in front of you" and "anything for me"? Not to mention that this man was putting flowers in our hair and carRYING US TO OUR APARTMENT IN THE RAIN? BARELY GRUNTING WHILE DOING SO??? Like, sir, please, don't do this. I have a husband...but it's like, shit, I won't tell if you won't at this point.

That's pretty much all the new stuff -- well, that I was willing to partially spoil for you. There's other stuff, but you definitely gotta see that live and in 4K, and trust me, you're gonna want to.

Once again...THE FATTEST EFFING SHOUTOUT TO WHOEVER SENT THAT ANON MESSAGE AS THEY HAVE PUSHED ME TO STAND ON BUSINESS ONCE MORE.

It is even more beautiful than I remember, and thanks to the bestie, I was able to see my husband in all of his glory LIVE and in 4K. Okay, but I was degenerate throughout this whole post, so let's just put a pause on that and actually review the game properly.

This is still a work of the Gods, and I honestly love the tweaks and additions that were made. From Brittany's personality being tweaked so it reads more as "I swear, I'm not mean; I'm just really bad at talking to people" to Crowe's scenario being way more in depth to getting some more CGs of my husband Sol. The art style is still damned IMMACULATE to look at, and the plot is STILL plotting. Also...he's cute, but I lowkey don't trust Crowe, because why are you so perfect? The dev(s) is/are writing the EFF out of these characters. Like, honestly? Continue to pop off.

I definitely plan to buy my own copy, and I HIGHLY suggest that you do the same. It's honestly just the spicy scenes, so it's not like "Ooh, extra lore!" or anything, but they are honestly so deserving of that monetary support. Not to mention, the NSFW version is what the Gods would have wanted.

Even though, I'm wondering if we'll ever explicitly know Sol's (and definitely Crowe's and Hyugo's[/Geo's]) background. Now, admittedly and as far as I know, this is really the only piece of "lore" that you'll miss if you don't get the NSFW version, because I'm certain that I'm not the only one that's noticed it, but just in case you haven't (and I'm cutting the heck out of this CG because it's very spicy, but I need you guys to see what I'm talking about).

What's up with these bruises? Like, you see that right? But it's not in the other picture, so it's like...? What the eff happened? Like, the reason why I say that is because the second picture happened BEFORE the first picture, so something happened to him, but what? I know that it's implied by some of the things that Sol says and how he responds to stuff and some of his mannerisms that he came from a pretty shitty background, but what exactly and is it ongoing?

But, then again, it's like duh it's ongoing, because he said that "it's the usual" that he deals with...uh...certain situations. Check this out though; in that same breath, he was like "every bruise is worth it". Like...what? That's not-- That's not a normal or healthy thought let alone something you'd actual verbalize. Like, I'm telling you, the dev(s) is/are murdering this visual novel thing. No wonder it's so easy to forget that Sol is a literal walking red flag. I'm more focused on the plot than whether or not he's gonna drug my food.

Also, also, also, I just want to yap really briefly about my favorite CG... screen... UI thingy...that I can't show you. Not because it's a spicy one but because, even though you can probably read between the lines, it'd be, what I feel is, a major spoiler. Just as a slight "pro" tip. That little green heart at the top right of your screen that turns blue when you hover over it?

It leads to that screen with the scale that shows your affinity level for Sol and Crowe. Just...check in on that thing a lot; you may see something interesting. When you do see that interesting thing...please, think of me ಥ‿ಥ Because next to the way that the affinity level is shown altogether, it was my absolute favorite thing about the update. That was done so beautifully. ...Damn, I want to show you all so badly ._.

Anyways, I think my yap session should end here. I've already said it a handful on times, but what's one more time? I highly, highly, HIGHLY recommend this game. It's so good, the art is amazing, the plot is plotting, and so much work and love has gone into this game, and it's STILL only in its demo phase. I suggest donating $5 to have (permanent) access to the NSFW version and/or telling the dev(s), "Hey! Really love your game! I was just wondering if you take human sacrifices? Would that expedite the full release? Anyways! You're doing great, sweetie! <3"; aggressively supportive validation is really the only way to go, because they really are doing more than a damned good job. You should honestly see it for yourself. Here, I'll put the direct link for ya.

I'm yapping again. I'm ending it for realsies now. The biggest preesh for hanging out with me today and getting this far. PLEASE, remember to drink water, don't be dumb, and hope to see you around~!

The Kid at the Back (DEMO)

[renownedagent]

MARCUS'S  DEEP  BROWN  HUES  SCANNED  OVER  THE  LAPTOP;  REVIEWING  NEW  INTELLIGENCE  &  SOURCES  SENT  TO  HIM.  THIS  WAS  NO  QUICK  FEAT,  THIS  TOOK  PATIENCE  &  EVEN  WEEKS,  MONTHS  OR  YEARS.  marcus  would  glance  up  to  see  @gingerspiice  approaching  his  desk.  his  hands  would  grab  his  cup  of  green  tea  from  his  porcelain  cup  and  he  would  sip  it  before  speaking  with  his  british  accent,  soft  &  silky  smooth  on  the  ears.  "  the  way  you've  been  looking  at  me  makes  me  think  you  need  something.  i  promise  i'm  friendly  &  i  don't  bite.  unless  you  ask  me  too.  "

his  hands  were  calloused  from  years  of  operating  in  the  field,  honed  by  years  of  battle.  his  digits  would  press  on  the  keyboard  as  he  continued  to  set  the  program  to  work  through  decrypting  multiple  hard  drives  at  once.  the  data  that  marcus  was  working  to  obtain;  was  hidden  under  layers  of  encryption  that  required  specific  computing  power  &  also,  marcus  did  not  have  time  to  work  out  the  mathematical  equation  to  break  the  encryption.  "  look,  whatever  it  is.  i'm  known  to  offer  a  sympathetic  ear  so  i'll  hear  you  out,  just  this  once.  "

[ravarui]

@tosought liked this for a short starter for Sabo

Shanks had been suspicious when the chief of staff of the revolutionary army had sought him out. While he hold no hostility towards them in general, he did prefer to keep their affairs seperated. Pirates and revolutionaries rarely mixed well, and while this hold mostly true, he was still willing to hear what the young man had to say to him. However out of every possibility he had constructed in his head, the truth did catch him entirely off guard.

"You're Luffys brother?!"

He didn't even bother to hide his surprise. The little anchor had never mentioned Sabo to him when he had still been in Fuschia.

"I didn't know he had another one."

The memory of Ace hangs heavy over him, if only he had known earlier... Any reservations he might have had in regards to the young revolutionary are gone. Everyone who was dear to Luffy was someone he would welcome as well.

[asgardsprotector]

“ i brought you a gift from my travels & adventures — I remembered you told me you liked plants, so I brought a plant for you — I hope you like it! ”

@toxicvine liked for a starter!

[crawlingforwardx]

Stater for @havvkinsqueen based on this post.

In the wake of his break-up with Nancy, Steve found himself seeking comfort in the old familiarity of his popularity. Tina's parents were away for the weekend and she was having a party which offered the perfect distraction from his heartbreak (or so he had thought). He'd burned most of these bridges when he fell in love with the smart girl, thinking he'd found something real that would last forever. People like Tommy H. and Carol were not about to let him forget that.

Steve was never the type to roll over and take it. Whatever he was dealt, he could dish it back ten fold. It was only when Tommy H. made the comment about Nancy leaving school that one day with Jonathan that he had to walk away. If he didn't, he risked showing too much emotion because that one genuinely stung. That was when he realized there was no comfort in the familiar. He didn't belong with this crowd anymore.

Stepping out back for some air before he ended up punching Tommy in the face, Steve instead crushed his empty beer can in his hand and chucked it off to the side of the porch to vent his frustration. It didn't make him feel much better. "Asshole." He muttered quietly to himself. "Never did know when to shut the hell up."

As he leans against the porch railing with a sharp sigh and looks over, he's a bit startled to realize he wasn't alone. "Oh shit. Hey, Chrissy. Didn't think anyone was out here..." He said when he catches sight of the Queen of Hawkins High sitting on the top step. They weren't friends, exactly. More like acquaintances who had shared the same asshole friend group. He'd never had any problems with her though so he didn't really count her among them.

With the night he was having, he was half-expecting some kind of cold response in return. Catching her face in the porch light though, he thought that she pretty much mirrored him in spirits right about now. "Hey, uh, you okay?"

[yinjiyang]

Sunset Sonar

Closed starter for @auragifted

Perhaps he seemed slightly out of place on that boat--a very tall and willowy young man dressed all in black from his boots to his slacks to his simple shirt beneath an opened silk changshan with very subtle swooping and rolling patterns like waves woven into the fabric that billowed softly in the ocean breeze along a few loose strands of his extremely long and straight hair of night which had braided in an intricate pattern, the occasional small bead of silver or white jade dotting the darkness like stars. A couple of tourists had already whispered that he must be one of those goth types, but that he was certainly strange...because who uses an umbrella on a perfectly clear day?

Yin, apparently.

Weird foreign tourists, man.

Not that he minded any of their comments. Being on the ocean at sunset? That was prime time for Yin and he enjoyed watching the marine life in the distance. Now, his presence on that boat had been no mere coincidence, oh no, there was another passenger on that boat that had been the subject of many whispers spoken to the shadows. And it was just that individual who Yin found himself standing near at the rail. Occasionally, he stole a silent glance but mostly said nothing, nothing that is until finally he glanced at the man's wrist and spoke with a quiet tone almost lost within the sound of the waves.

"Interesting tattoo."

[someotherdog]

@waywordhearts / vikram & your choice of muse! (f/nb, 28+) / based off of this post, bullet point three, but vikram was just a patron instead of an employee / made in beta.

okay, so maybe he kept up with her more than he'd like to admit. vikram may have periodically looked up her up on instagram or facebook, scrolled through her feed with a joint in the other hand, and frequently thought her fiancé looked like a tool. maybe, sometimes, vikram would ask old college friends what his ex was up to, if maybe she asked around about him. it could've been possible. maybe, if he was at a bar at around midnight on a random thursday, he would've recognized his ex's current partner with their hand on someone else's ass.

it had been an innocent thing to start out with. in no way did vikram intend on spying, or even running into the fiancé in question, at that bar on a random thursday night. once he did see them, however... at first it was a questioning look, all 'hey, isn't that...?' and 'shit, i think that's...', but it quickly devolved into creepy staring. the way the affair partners were rubbing against each other and kissing as if there was buried treasure in their throats, his friends began to give vikram weird looks when they noticed that his attention had been stolen from them.

'you really that hard up, man?' gideon asked. vikram rolled his eyes, then explained what exactly he was looking at. his friend just laughed. 'maybe you should take a pic and send it to her. maybe you'll have a shot at getting her back.'

vikram had grimaced, as if that thought hadn't already occurred to him. he knew, even if her fiancé was betraying her, she'd never want to hear from him again. not after he had betrayed her, all those years ago. he wanted to be able to blame on it being young and stupid, but the truth was that he was old and stupid now, too. he had cheated on her because he was easily distracted. because he was high at a party. because he had been horny. because, ultimately, vikram wasn't a good person. and that he was stupid.

old and stupid.

he had enough of the show. excusing himself from his friends, he slipped outside and dug his phone out of his pocket. bringing up his phone contacts, he scrolled until he found her name. vikram had hoped she didn't still have his number blocked, then pressed the call button:

"uhhh. oh. hi. maybe you don't remember me? it's me, vikram, from college. anyway, i was at mcswishey's on center street and i'm pretty sure i saw your fiancé making out with someone who was obviously not you. um, i took a photo. i could send it to you, if you wanted. so, i mean i don't know. i guess i just wanted you to know? so... i'm sorry."

[more-than-a-princess]

Closed, plotted starter for @aceparagon!

A nearly two hour train ride to one of Novoselic's smaller mountain towns hadn't been on her official royal diary, if Sonia was to be honest. Her short holiday home from Japan, away from her life as a normal student at Hope's Peak Academy, was supposed to be filled with meetings, tours of various new establishments and important cultural organizations, several formal dinners, a house party in the countryside, and at least one gala that required a gown to be fitted to her nearly as soon as she stepped off the private jet.

It did not include an anti-aristocracy demonstration in the capital, a short distance away from Novoselic Castle. From what she'd been briefed on, it was a ceremony to honor those who had given special services to the country: in science, in sports and in the arts. It was the son of a Marquess that had been targeted: it was common knowledge amongst the members of the aristocracy that his position on the national football team had been all but bought and paid for by his father, but the young man still proved to be a decent athlete. To the point that, for the first time in decades, Novoselic had won the European Cup and he had been named MVP of the entire competition, now picked to head the Olympic team. Something that didn't sit right with some of the citizens, enough to stage an attack on the ceremony itself to protest the nepotism and wealth involved: smoke bombs and other explosives meant to destroy the stage her uncle, brother of the King of Novoselic and entrusted to handle the ceremony, and the football player to receive the medal were standing on, hoping to take them and other members of the peerage with it as it crumbled.

Except that hadn't come to pass. Instead, one of the bystanders had stepped (or perhaps jumped) into the fray and had diverted the explosive elsewhere, rescuing the intended targets but not without taking the brunt of the fall and subsequent explosion themselves. There had been a great amount of rubble and debris, Sonia had been told, and after she had visited her uncle recuperating at his home in the capital with her aunt and cousins, her father had made the gentle suggestion that perhaps the Princess of Novoselic might pay the hero a visit. After all, her schedule was far more flexible than her parents', and with her cousins too young and her aunt far too shaken up to leave their royal apartments, it was decided that Sonia would make the impromptu hospital visit. Well outside of the capital, the patient was apparently healing at a hospital near the part of the Alps that ran through Novoselic. At that time of year, the snowy skiing trails had melted away for rich, green hills, wildflowers, and the tall waterfalls.

There were worse places to convalesce in, Sonia thought as she was ushered from the royal train, to a car with bulletproof doors and windows, to the balloon-adorned entrance to the hospital. The Royal Family had spared no expense in a public display of gratitude: complete with photographers, plenty of handshakes and smiles, and an array of wrapped gifts. It was publicized as an official visit to the pediatrics ward, thus the amount of toys, treats, and other amusements that required a dozen handlers to carry behind her. But the truth was, Sonia was there to thank The Hero on behalf of her family, and that was something no amount of books, or video games, or towers of chocolate confections could convey.

The person who diverted the explosion is young, like you, Her father had told her the day before, after summoning her to his formal office: the far more stuffy one that had zero trace of the father she loved and filled with reminders of his title and the centuries-long responsibility the House of Nevermind had in protecting and guiding the nation. I am certain they would much prefer your company to mine or your mother's. You will go in my stead, Sonia: be grateful, and listen to whatever they have to say.

She didn't doubt that, at least where her mother was concerned: hospital visits weren't often the highlight of Queen Valentina's diary unless they were particularly brief and a necessary PR move. Thankfully, she was down to one assistant to accompany her, holding a gift basket and a wrapped present: the rest of the loot had already been distributed among the other young residents of the ward. "You may go in now, Your Highness," the head nurse smiled at her, bobbing into a small curtsy after knocking twice on the patient's door. "I'm sure she'd like a visitor besides all of us doctors and nurses!"

And the press, Sonia thought. Once they figured out that The Hero had been swept away from the capital soon after emergency services arrived, nearly every major news organization in Novoselic would be making their way north for an interview. "Thank you, my family is very grateful that you were able to assist in this matter," She replied, returning the nurse's smile before stepping through the open door.

Her father had been right: the girl in the hospital bed did look similar to Sonia herself in age, with blonde hair and Asian features. It was entirely possible she was Novosonian, considering how many Japanese expats had come to the country since the second World War and settled there. But she hadn't been found with any official licenses or passports indicating she was a Novoselic citizen. Where did she come from, then? "Good morning," Sonia greeted her, pausing her steps a comfortable distance away from the side of the hospital bed. Her hand rested against the back of the chair situated beside it. "How are you feeling? I am told that my family and I have you to thank for minimizing the possible disaster that could have befallen those present. You have done a wonderful, selfless thing that cannot ever be fully repaid. Thank you, Miss..." She trailed off, checking the notes she'd been given before looking back at the girl in the bed.

"You know, this does not happen often, but I do not think I was told your name. With that in mind," She smiled, holding out her hand for the girl to reach and shake if she wished. "My name is Sonia Nevermind, it is a pleasure to meet you." It went against protocol: in situations like this, Sonia was often introduced by others or, most likely, she needed no introduction as the Crown Princess and heir to the throne. Still, she didn't care much for formalities, especially in a situation like this: this girl could've died to save members of the aristocracy. Being introduced by her title seemed superfluous now.

[lunaetis]

▸▸ [ @spreadxyourxwings || adel & dehya || dehya starter call ]

─「ديهيا」─  " my name is dehya, i shall be responsible for your safety during your travel. " the FLAME-MANE placed a hand over her chest, offering the other a polite and professional bow of head. while the mercenary had never known the person himself, she was briefed by the member of aristocratic family who was the one hiring her to accompany him of his importance. a TAILOR, he was, and it was in their utmost interest to make sure that his trip to see them was without any interruption. it seemed that any clothes designed and tailored by him is considered a treasure in and out of itself.

                a PERSONAL BODYGUARD paid quite heavily, so it wasn't her business what their intentions were as long as her target is safe. " the city of sumeru might be a sight to see, but there are eremites and bandits everywhere. your safety shall be my priority, master. is there something you'd like to know before we depart ? "

[paramoira]

@sungodded gets a random starter!

there was a certain peace of which encased the world in the dawn hours. dew still clung to blades of grass, streaks of color created prisms of reflections, and the ground still crunched under her feet as she breathed in the farm air. car door is closed quietly, phone left on the seat and ariadne seeking not to disturb the soft birdsong of nearby trees. it was nice, on weekend mornings such as this following a chaotic week of post mortems to be able to take the small drive to uncle nik's estate. there was no need to inform anyone of her presence, she'd held free reign of the estate since she was in her teens and ari was sure once those at the main house were awake someone would inform them of her presence if not simply due to the fact her car was present outside the stables. there's a few stable hands beginning their work on the far side, though she does not bother them, greeting her horse sherlock and brushing him out briefly before tacking him up.

it's still early when she mounts, starting out slowly on a path to warm him up before they veer onto a trail of the property. somewhere, within the recesses of her mind she's aware, perhaps, she should have informed someone of her route for as well as she knew the estate and as observant as she often was, some of the trails and fields tended to confuse her, especially when she neared property lines. still, when had sherlock or any other horse of the estate ever led her astray? if nothing else, they knew what direction to go to return to their food and she had the light of the sun as a directional guide. time quickly becomes relative as she allows the wind to find her hair, a kind of carefreeness washing over her has seemed to be lacking as of late given unexpected reunions and the fashion in which previously separate factions of her life suddenly felt as if they were melding together.

what the pathologist hadn't anticipated, however, was something to spook sherlock into rearing up, her subsequent tumble and the loudness of the horse's reaction transpiring too quickly for her to gather the details of the source. though, as her head hits the ground somewhere near the parietal ridge she thinks maybe she heard the rattle of a snake. her vision spots a few times, the blunt force of the fall causing her to possibly black out for a moment or two though she's unclear if such was the case or not. when ariadne's finally able to focus enough to see that her horse is still present, having stomped out whatever had scared him once he'd seen it coming toward her, she wonders aloud in her native turkish tongue.

'what gods did i manage to piss off this week, sherlock?' not that she has much experience with gods even if her work with the bprd has seemed to confirm at least an element of her belief that many of different pantheons existed. her comment had also been more of a joke than a true wonderment (then again, who knew these days?) of course, the dark horse with a brilliantly light mane can give her no answer other than to push her face with his nose. "you're a good boy, sherlock. thank you."

ariadne attempts to sit up, finds that while she's fairly certain she doesn't have a brain bleed or any life-threatening head injuries baring a likely concussion (at least it wasn't amnesia this time), the pain within her shoulder was another story-- dislocation, great. she lets her head fall back into the grass, the suns rays warming her skin as she faces it. perhaps it's not really a true prayer, and certainly not directed upon any specific god, yet she finds herself hopeful for help. not that she wouldn't manage on her own somehow, eventually, even if she'd have to pop her shoulder back into place somehow, maybe with the side of a tree? and here inlaid why uncle nik always told her to tell someone, anyone, before she went out for a ride.

[mad-hunts]

｡゜(｀Д´)゜｡ ( go crazy hehe )

miserable. absolutely miserable is the only way that barton could describe what he was feeling right now. and yet, that didn't even seem to begin to cover the kind of horror that was in his dream at the same time. or, well, perhaps calling it a nightmare would be more appropriate. what he was seeing, or picturing in his head more like, felt so realistic that it seemed as if he'd somehow been brought back to that moment in time at first; even though that would be logically impossible. the moment in question unearthed a part of barton that he'd tried so hard to tuck away during his daily life, but was always there, waiting for some sort of catalyst so it could properly break free from the confines of his mind. it was the part of him that felt broken.

from the moment he saw the light streaming out from beside him between the slats of the closet he had hidden in at the time and the sounds of angry, almost manic shouting coming from wesley, his father... barton knew where this was going. there would be crashes in the house after that, as if wesley had become so filled with red-hot rage, that he couldn't physically contain it. the blonde had never been the religious type, even as a child, but he remembered praying to himself while he sat in that dark and cramped closet that he wouldn't be caught by him. barton had just wanted to help his father by getting rid of that nasty stuff he used to drink as he used to consider it, or more specifically alochol, by hiding it all in some place he'd never find it.

but wesley didn't take it that way at all and now he was on the war-path to do something that would leave a permanent scar on barton. he could practically smell the foul stench coming off of him had made now whenever it happened once again, brought about by someone who was supposed to love him, through... the blonde suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder shake him awake and he jolted up in his seat then as if he was scared out of his wits. which, considering what he had just waken up from, was kind of understandable. one of the first things he was able to comprehend upon waking was that his whole body was shaking and he couldn't get it to stop. his pulse was thundering in his ears, too, adrenaline coursing through his veins with such a fervor that it was almost like it was always meant to do that. he was cold, also, but felt the distinct feeling of sweat clinging to his body.

was he even really here right now? barton looked around like he was expecting something to pop out at him, paranoia seemingly getting the best of him. there was something making it hard for him to see. it was tears, he soon realized, them falling down his cheeks freely while he still was feeling slightly suspicious that maybe that was the reality and what he'd just woken up to was fake. barton said nothing to the stranger that had woken him up at first, for he literally couldn't form the proper words to explain what exactly he was going through, hands covering the entire upper half of his face. the shaking of his body seemed like something that would not be going away anytime soon. so, barton just let it happen.

after a few moments spent in silence, he finally was able to face the stranger next to him, voice coming out slightly nasally and like he was out of breath, ❝ um... i, i'm sorry. this doesn't usually happen to me while i'm — at the office. ahh, how'd you get in here? there is supposed to be a receptionist in the front that you check in with, ❞ barton sniffled as he got up slightly unsteadily from his chair and let out a dry laugh at just how awkward this must've been for mya. she'd probably just come here to get checked out, then stumbled across this, ❝ just give me a minute, and i'll be right with you for whatever you need. whenever you came in here today, this is probably not at all what you were expecting on seeing, huh? ❞

another dry laugh at his own expense. god's, why did this have to happen to him?

[renownedagent]

BEING  FREE  FROM  THE  INTELLIGENCE  COMMUNITY  WAS  FREEING.  marcus  felt  that  by  not  being  tied  down  by  mi6,  he  could  truly  focus  on  his  own  potential  &  DO  THE  RIGHT  THING  without  being  told  what  to  do  or  dictated  by  a  set  of  rules.  with  this,  many  tried  to  get  in  contact  with  marcus;  with  jobs,  recruitment  posts.  you  name  it  -  it  was  almost  like  he  was  constantly  in  demand.

as  he  sipped  a  green  tea  at  a  local  cafe;  he  noticed  @flmed  approach  him.  a  sigh  would  escape  his  lips  before  his  british  accent  followed  shortly  after.  "  look,  whatever  boy-band  you're  trying  to  get  together;  i'm  not  interested.  i'm  more  of  a  solo-act  anyway.  "  his  brown  hues  looked  at  him  as  he  tried  to  avoid  any  advances  to  join  any  organization.  "  look,  i  know  my  skills  are  in  high  demand;  but  i  prefer  to  work  by  myself.  no  loose  ends.  "

his  lips  would  softly  press  against  the  cup,  where  he  would  then  allow  the  tea  to  dance  on  his  lips  briefly  before  taking  another  breath  in.  "  i  know;  everyone's  seen  my  work  and  i'm  in  high  demand,  but  personally  it's  nothing  against  you..  "  he  preferred  this  life;  no  one  to  answer  to,  no  loose  ends.  the  fear  of  betrayal  always  loomed  over  his  head.  with  him  working  for  himself  on  his  own  terms;  he  felt  he  was  safe  from  being  betrayed  by  others.

[yorxichi]

雷神 (thunder goddess) —- "Is there something you need?" She query’s the lingering stranger with a firm tone, making it quite clear that even though she could not visibly see them, she had been aware of their presence for quite a while now. Despite this, her posture remains as is; seated upon the viridescent pasture 'neath her; one leg is bent with her foot resting on top of her left knee, while the other is placed in front of their right leg -- Yoruichi's back remained facing them (whoever they were) while both eyes remained shut; indicating that she was currently in a meditative state and that this slight interruption somewhat irked her.

However, she doesn't allow that to remove herself from her current position, and she slowly inhales (the air around her soft and warm; soothing) before exhaling. Adjusting her mind once more. "Or are you lost?" The goddess adds, this time her tone is a lot more calm and gentle.

@soulwrought liked (x) for a starter

[asgardsprotector]

❛  don't do anything stupid until i get down there. 

“ stupid? a son of odin isn't stupid, not am I inclined to make stupid decisions. i will hold back the enemy until you arrive! ” the asgardian's words were of duty, protecting the innocent. the stalwart defender held his ground, using the mighty mjolnir to thwart the enemy in battle.

He called upon a rain of lightning bolts, striking at their foes. With his booming voice, he called out to some civilians. “ Never fear, the son of odin is here! RUN! I will hold off these foes! ”

@valkguard asked the god of thunder!

[sofiawritesstuff]

Platonic

part 1

summary: When Lando’s “playboy” image is setting a bad reputation for him. He’s turns to the person he trust most in this world for help.

pairing: landonorris x bestfriend!reader

warnings: none (i don’t think)

This is my first time writing, I hope you all enjoy and if there’s any advice you guys can give me to improve please do!!

“Please, please! You’re my best friend. I just need this one favour!” Lando begs following you around at a quick pace.

“Exactly Lando” you sigh before continuing “I’m your best friend and as much as I love you I just don’t think it would work or be realistic” you shrug, taking a bottle of cold water from his fridge

“Why? Why don’t you think it can be realistic! Fans accuse us of being together all the time because of how close we are! The only thing that would have to change would be not denying it…and maybe kissing” he whispers the last part

“Kissing!” you shout choking on the water “We’ve done it before!” he defends “Yeah when we were like 11!”

“And 14, and 17!”

“You’re not helping yourself Lando”

“Please, it would just have to be for a few months then we could say we were better off as friends. Please. I don’t want to be in a PR relationship with some random model who’s looking to gain attention for a brand” Lando sighs, visibly upset

“Can you give me time to sleep on it? You know I love you but I don’t want this to come between our friendship”

“We’re strong, think of everything and everyone that tried to separate us before we never let them come between us”

“Which is why I can’t risk loosing you, there a difference between a girlfriend not liking me that tries to separate us and faking a relationship Lando”

“I understand” he nods “I promise you, you will have an answer before the start of the race weekend. I’m gonna head to bed now okay. I love you” you hug him tightly before heading to the spare room in his apartment.

It wasn’t the first time you had turned down Lando, in fact he had asked you out every year from the age of 14 until you guys were 18 before he finally realised that you wouldn’t work.

It’s not thst you didn’t like Lando, you loved him and maybe you did have feelings for him. But the thought of loosing your friendship because of relationship scared you.

For most hours of the night you lay in the bed of Lando’s spare room at his apartment in Monaco, that was quickly known as your room, thinking about what Lando said.

You supported him before his career even started and Lando’s reputation with girls certainly wasn’t the best. The media painted him to be a “playboy” and “unloyal”, which in some senses he was. He had never cheated on his previous girlfriends but he did date his ex’s friends and colleagues.

Maybe it wouldn’t be such a harm to pretend for a few months? But what if your feelings began to grow stronger and you may not be able to go back to the way you were with Lando?

Lando was the same just through the wall, his feelings for you never left him. All the girlfriends he had he never felt for them what he felt for you, which was terrible but also why he was now single. He wanted you to say yes, he wanted you to agree but he didn’t want his feelings to get in the way, especially when he didn’t know that you felt the same way.

The next morning, you woke up to the usual clatter of plates from the kitchen. Which never meant anything good.

“What are you attempting to make this morning Mr Norris?” you laugh watching him by the pan “French toast but it’s not going well” he answers not taking his eyes of the food

“Well for starters, you’ve completely burned the bread. Would you like some help?” you ask holding back a loud laugh “Please”

The two of you started over, putting the uneatable food in the correct bin. You focused on the food while Lando focused on the coffee.

“There you go Lan”

“Thank you, how’d you sleep last night?” he asks putting the food in his mouth “To be honest, not great i’ve been thinking about what you said”

“You have?” Lando asks dropping his food “I will help you, if you promise me that we will still be best friends at the end of everything”

“Pinky promise”

part 2

[cupcakeinat0r]

A Nerdy Middle-aged loser Miguel with a dad bod who teaches your genetics class

pt. 4

After seeing you flirt with that other student, Miguel went back home to his penthouse with a mixture of emotions.

First, he felt angry, and on multiple occasions. For starters, he was upset to see you smile for someone else. He wanted to make you smile like that.

Then he got even more mad that he's mad about that. It was so childish. There shouldn’t be anything between you guys anyway. Buying you things and hugging you and giving you pet names and head messages was already pushing it to the very edge.

Then he was confused. Miguel was starting to think maybe you liked him in that way, too. Was it all just platonic to you? Was it the way he looked? Did he do something wrong?

His heart drops at the thought that maybe he made you feel uncomfortable, or worse, unsafe. Feelings of concern cloud his mind making him toss and turn in bed.

This thought alone was more than enough proof to him that he needs to start treating you like what you are: his student.

<3

That next morning, y’all had class. You scurried in at your usual 2-5 min late mark, Miguel’s eyes reluctantly following you. You sat down and smiled at him, but you weren’t met with your usual sweet, adorable professor's smile. Instead, you just get a surly glare before he starts the lesson.

The whole lecture, Miguel is using every fiber of his being to not look over at you, because he knows that if he does, he’ll fall for you all over again.

When you ask him for help, he doesn’t get as close as he used to, keeping his manly musk away from you. When you raise your hand to answer a question, you’re not his first pick. When you leave little treats for him on his desk, he doesn't even touch them or acknowledge them. And when you leave class and say “Bye, Professor O’Hara! Thank you for class today!”, there’s no more “ Thank you, Mama.” No “Sweetheart”. Not even “hun”. Just “bye”.

It would be like this for about a week, treating you the way he treats the rest of his students. Miguel’s heart was breaking, but this was for the best. For the both of you. You could get anyone you wanted, and he shouldn’t put his job on the line. Besides, you seemed to be very happy with this new guy. Miguel truly believed that he didn’t deserve you anyway.

You were so confused. It was like two different people. Like night and day. You wanted answers. Luckily, y’alls tutoring session was coming up, and there’s no room for him to avoid you then.

You knocked on his office door to be met with an indifferent man. He opens the door with no greeting, completely dismissing you as he lets you in. No gift in sight, though you were expecting that given his drastic change in behavior.

You set your bag down and sit at your seat, Miguel giving you a paper filled with practice formulas for the final. Without even looking at you, he sits at his desk and does something he never did: tend to his own work.

“Just let me know if you have any questions. Otherwise, finish those formulas and you’re good for the day.” He doesn’t even look at you when saying this, his words slightly muffled as he spoke into his hand.

Everything felt so off, it was making you want to cry.

“Professor O’Hara… are you okay?” There’s genuine concern in your voice, but his gaze doesn’t leave his paper.

“I’m fine. The formulas, please.” This is the driest you’ve ever seen him. What’s gotten into him?

“You sure?” All you get is a tired sigh from him before he, without lifting his gaze still, uses his pointer finger to tap on the paper before you.

Not wanting to anger him, you start the practice. It’s dead silent in the office. The air feels stale. Did the lights in here always feel this clinical?

“There. I’m Finished. May you check them, please?” You ask softly, still hopeful that he’ll somehow be normal again, only to be disappointed again.

He finally peels his eyes from his own work and onto yours, his eyes quickly skimming through your paper.

“Good. You may go now.” He mutters in a monotone voice, and back to his papers he goes.

“Professor O’Hara… are you sure you’re okay, you seem off?” You ask one last time.

“Like I said, I’m fine. It’s none of your concern, anyway. See you tomorrow for class, and don’t be late.” The venom in his voice makes you wince. You could cry right here right now.

“Did… I do something wrong?” You feel a ball form in your throat. It's when he hears your voice crack when he finally lifts his head and looks at you for the first time in a while.

Sitting in front of him, just across the desk, is his one weakness. He sees worry, sadness, and confusion on your face, immediately wanting to get up from his seat to take you in his arms and apologize to you; that you can do no wrong and that you’re perfect. All he wants to do is comfort you in this moment, but he can’t do it in the way he wants to. He promised himself he'd distance himself. Partially to save his job but more so that he would prevent heartbreak.

The welling in your eyes only makes it 10x harder.

“Mama-“ the pet name slips and he instantly catches himself. He takes it back by substituting it for something more professional: your first name.

“… of course you didn’t do anything wrong. Everything is fine.” Miguel struggles to maintain his stoic front, but nonetheless still manages to keep it up, making sure you don’t know his true desire.

“Things are not fine.” You snap back. This makes Miguel look up at you from the papers in his hands.

“You don’t say hi to me when I come to class, you don’t look at me during lectures, in fact, you never look at me even when I’m talking to you, and now you’ve started calling me by my actual name… something’s wrong, so please, tell me.” You plead, inching closer to his desk.

“Nothing’s wrong. I’m your professor. Besides,” he looks down at his paper again since looking at your pout was becoming unbearable, “I’m sure you’d prefer attention from someone else.” He adds, but this time, there’s actual emotion behind those words. Up until now, he has been incredibly bland, but that last statement was lined with something… like jealousy.

You started thinking. You began to connect the dots.

The only thing that had changed in the past few days was the new transfer in the class. You had gotten along with him very well, even sitting next to each other every class and leaving together.

It clicked.

“Professor O’Hara… I’d say you’re jealous.” Your pout grew into a cheeky smile, seeing right through Miguel now.

“Well, I’d say you’re sadly mistaken. That’s a ridiculous accusation.” You knew you won when he got defensive. He tries to play it off by retreating to his paper again, but it’s pretty evident you stroke a nerve. His fist clenched around the poor ink pen in his hand.

“Oh my God… you’re totally jealous.” You’re completely smiling now, holding back a giggle since you didn’t want to ridicule Miguel to his face. But you had to admit, it was cute.

“And who could I possibly be jealous of, hm? Enlighten me.” He looks up at you through his glasses, the fine line along his brow creasing as he raises it.

“Well, the transfer, of course! How did I not realize!” You allow a chuckle to slip as you confront Miguel.

Miguel responds with silence, cowering back to ungraded papers.

“Awe, Professor O’Hara… he’s gay.” You laugh as you say this. Miguel stops writing to look at you again, his gaze finally softening with small glints of hope.

“… he is?” He asks softly, his hard facade thrown away at last. There he is. There’s that big, soft, kind loser you knew.

“Yes! He’s as straight as a circle!” You chuckle some more. Miguel furrows his brows as he tries to make sense of the situation.

“But you two are always so… touchy. I just assumed that… ” You roll your eyes at Miguel’s oblivion. He’s so cute.

“Oh my goodness, that’s normal! He’s like one of the girls! We're just best friends.” Miguel’s shoulders seem to relax as he sits in relief. His lips begin to curl. He’s not sure if he’s smiling because now he knows you aren’t interested in that guy or because he’s making you smile and laugh.

“Well then, that’s- that’s good to know, mama… because, you know,” he clears his throat, “I wouldn’t want anyone to bother you, is all.” He lies. He looks back down at his paper to hide his growing smile. He shouldn’t be this happy about a student’s lack of a romantic interest.

You break into a fit of giggles at it all, shaking your head as you make your way around his desk, “oh, Professor O’Hara, you’re honestly too cute…” Miguel sees you coming in the corner of his eye, assuming you’re going in for a hug, but instead, you bend down to press a tender kiss on his sculpted cheekbone, pulling back with a soft mmmmmmmmmwah!, The small smack! of your glossy lips. Dumbfounded, he looks up at you with hooded eyes, unsure if he’s asleep or this is reality.

Miguel can feel his face warm up, a tingly sensation taking root at his cheek and spreading to the rest of his body. Yeah, I’m awake. Miguel is in the clouds, looking up at you as if you were an angel that descended from the heavens (to him, you are). It took every bit of restraint to not pounce and absolutely smother you in sloppy kisses. Not yet.

You reveled in your successful advance, smiling down at him as you twirled one of his small curls at the back of his head. He looked absolutely adorable like this. The lipstick stain on his cheek makes you chuckle. It was a little funny; you had this man, twice your size who wore a scowl the majority of the time, absolutely hypnotized. You lean against his leather chair, your elbow resting on its shoulder. You speak sweetly, cocking your head to the side.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow then?” Miguel zeroed in on your lips, examining each and every move they make, his mind fogged. He looked absolutely adorable with that lipstick stain on his cheek.

“Good. Have a nice evening then, Professor, and get some well-deserved sleep, kay? Thank you for helping me. You’re the best, as always.” You trail back to your bag and start to leave, practically skipping.

He can feel his heart palpitating and dick twitch under the tight fabric of his pants with each praise and sway of your hips. It’s like you've put him in a trance. He's completely forgotten why he was mad or sad in the first place.

Of course, you wanted to kiss him on the lips, but you don’t wanna go too fast, either. You didn’t want to seem easy, but it was so damn difficult not to with those plump lips of his. Then your eyes went to other places, like his meaty thighs and the way his stomach spilled out of his khakis, his hard cock print just below his pudge leaving no detail up to imagination.

“Oh, and please,” Miguel shakes out of the haze, “It’s ‘Miguel’, mamita.” He smiles at you.

You smile back at him and wave goodbye, “See you later, Miguel.” His name in your mouth sounds like a siren song. You strut out of his office with the new knowledge of your professor’s infatuation with you. This whole time, you assumed he was just a really nice teacher. You didn’t think your feelings would actually be requited.

So that’s why he bought you all those clothes and gave you head messages!

And he definitely is fucking his hand in his office after that kiss! Isn't he just dreamy ?!?!?!?

< 3

The next morning, after class, you helped Professor Miguel clean up by wiping the boards for him. He was at the desk, piles upon piles of ungraded and unread papers awaiting his review.

You watched him, hunched over his desk, brows knitted, and looking stressed out of his mind.

"Miguel," he immediately perks up at your sweet voice.

"You aren't gonna do all that by yourself, are you?" You get closer to his desk.

Miguel chuckles and sighs as he looks at the comically tall pile he has to work on, "Have been for 5 years, mama. Now, you're not gonna volunteer yourself, are you?" He playfully mocks you, but he isn't really joking.

"Of course I am! There's no need to do all this by yourself. You work yourself too hard, Miguel." you start sectioning off a thick bundle of papers, but Miguel waves his hand in refusal before placing it on yours, "No, mama, thank you, but I can manage on my own-" you lightly slap off his hand.

"I am not asking. I going to help. I want to." You divide the pile into two, then pull up a chair next to him.

"Mamita, porfa, va ja. It's getting late and this takes hours. no quiero que tu camine a ete hora." He persuades softly as he lays his beefy arm across the back of your chair, making circles on your shoulder with his thumb.

"Well then, we better get started." You say with a pen already in hand and your first research paper in front of you.

Miguel responds with a deep chuckle in his throat, starting on his own pile seeing that he doesn't have a choice. He softly smiles, stealing a glance at you from time to time. He's just happy to be with his favorite person. His girl.

A/N: Yippie! A kiss! It's on the cheek, but still, it’s a step forward!! Finally! I hope you all enjoyed it!!! n tysm for all the love on this series < 3 I didn't think I'd stretch this out as much as I am pero liiiiiike he's all I think abt ur honor!!!

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