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minhosglasses · 14 hours ago

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I've got you - B.C

plot: after an argument with your mother ends in the worst situation for you, you now need to recover in rehabilitation. your new personal trainer chan doesn't only become your motivation to be able to walk again, but also a friend or maybe even lover for life.

pairing: bangchan x gn reader

genre: personal trainer x client, angst, fluff, comfort

warnings: car crash, injury scars, psychological abusive parents

word count: 4.9k

a/n: i got inspired by an old lee know imagine I read years ago on wattpad, if you're that person then let me know bc the inspo is obv to you♡

��Yeah mom I'm in my car right now” the car door flies open as you try to keep everything in your hands without dropping any of it.

When finally seated in the car you throw your bag in the passenger seat and start driving before buckling up, there was no time for that. You were already late and your mother's faint but also loud voice on the other side of the phone was not helping this stress. Every time you hear your mother on the other line repeating that you should've left earlier and respect your family more, you could only feel the wish of not reaching the destination grow more and more.

“Mom, I understand I will be there soon. I'm leaving my parking lot as we speak” you could barely hear what her answer was before you hear more chatter in the background get louder and louder. You knew you'd be the talk of it all once you got there. They'd keep on asking questions about how you don't have a better job yet, no partner that could help you, no partner that YOU can benefit from. For them it's just a good job to get money or a good partner that brings in even more money.

At this point you weren't even listening to your mother anymore. The closer you get to the gathering the more the anxiety grows inside of you. Why today of all days? They could've picked any other day but right now you're in the middle of finding a new job. If that information somehow comes out you'd never see the light of day.

You keep on driving and at this point your mother is so lost in her own rumbling that she doesn’t realise you stopped listening way past 10 minutes ago. You wanted to hit that mute button so badly or just end the call but when the phone is laying on the passenger seat and you’re on the highway it was impossible to take your eyes off the road.

“Are you even hearing me right now?!” you hear coming from your phone.

“Yes mom I’m hearing you perfectly” you finally pull up by a red light and take this chance to take your phone and end the call. You look around and your surroundings seems to be fine and you reach over for the phone. Your mother is still screaming and you suddenly force yourself to interrupt her. “Well mom I’m gonna go now, you know I’m arriving in an hour”

You see the light go green and you panic since you still have your phone in your hand right now. You say goodbye loudly over the phone as your mother still has stuff to say, you just wish she could keep it until you get there or she hopefully forgets until then. “Mom I have to dri-”

CRASH

You don’t even get to finish your sentence before you feel a force from behind of your car push you forward. Your phone is quickly nowhere out of sight and everything happens in a millisecond. That seatbelt that you so in panic did not put on suddenly felt like it was needed as the force sent you out of the window. Your ears are ringing and your vision blurry as you can’t quite understand what happened. All that you can feel is your adrenaline rushing through you, but it was also the only thing you could feel at all.

A week later

Your dry eyes open and a white light hits you in the face immediately making you sigh in frustration. The same white light that has been torturing your eyes for the past week. Your mind still can’t comprehend what has happened and neither can your body. Your right leg is covered in a cast and multiple bruises and so far you can not feel yourself being able to move it. You felt like you knew your fate from here. You were praying to yourself or whoever you felt might hear it that this was not the way it was supposed to go for you. That you’d walk again and that something out there would save you from this grave you felt like you were digging.

Your phone was laying quiet on the bedside table. The screen was cracked but at least it was still working. But seeing the screen was even worse. Because you could see that your family had not sent a single message about it. The only messages were from that day and how they couldn’t believe you stood them up, how you’re so ungrateful and how you should be ashamed that you didn’t show up. It didn’t matter how may tries it took to tell her that your leg was beat up to the point where you’d probably have to be in crutches forever, she probably felt even more ashamed to have a child who couldn’t even walk properly anymore. Your shaky fingers reached for the camera icon, but you kept stopping in your tracks. Did you really wanna see it? You weren’t feeling anything but something might be there.

You let your thumb press the icon and the view made you gasp. Across your cheek there was a huge white bandage with small bits of blood in it, possibly from the scar it was hiding underneath. The heaviness in your chest grew even more and the tears in your eyes were burning. You couldn’t cry, not here. Because the tears were not for you, they were for them, because of them. The way you knew they’d see you even worse now, and how they would rather yell at you and call you ungrateful than pay you one visit at the hospital where you’ve been for a week.

“Excuse me Y/N?” your tears were interrupted by a sudden voice, the voice belonging to your nurse. You quickly dried your tears with the back of your hand to meet her gaze, making her give you a reassuring smile. “I know this is difficult for you… Do you need me to leave?” you quickly shook her head, she probably had a reason for entering and you didn’t wanna stop her from doing her job. You feel yourself zone out, you could barely feel anything right now. You just wanted to go back to bed and never wake up again. “I also came to tell you that your doctor has seen some improvement. I understand that it’s difficult for you right now, but with the right training and rehab it’s looking good for you to be able to stand on your own again” it didn’t even make you smile. It was only possible if you pushed through, and right now you didn’t even wanna push yourself to let your feet hit the cold floor.

There was a sudden knock on the door, making you quickly lay your eyes on a younger man. He was in a grey hoodie and his hair was being covered by a black cap that also covered half of his face. You looked at him worryingly, was this someone you knew? Someone who came to visit you that wasn’t your family?

“Oh Chan! Come in” the nurse said by your side, making you even more confused. You met her eyes with a gaze that said “help”. “Oh Y/N! This is Chan, he works in the rehabilitation center in the other building across the street. He’s the best of the best and we thought you could need motivation by maybe seeing him for a while. We really believe that you can be on your feet again soon” your mind was having a million questions at the same time. You realised he was still standing in front of your bed and all you could do was give him a wave.

“I’m sorry to just burst in, I understand you must have a lot to process right now. I just wanted to come and say hi and possibly talk with you about your pain to see what we could work with” his voice was calm but the undertone also had the sadness, like he was sad that you were in this situation to begin with.

The room went cold as the nurse left you and Chan to talk. You didn’t know where to start. You were barely talking to the nurses at this point. You could see that he had dealt with this before. He did not seem stressed, nervous or awkward. He just sat there until you showed any sign that you were ready. Like he could sit there for days.

“Uhm…” you slowly started just to get a word out. Your voice felt weird and your throat was dry. “Where do we begin?” your voice got shakier as you spoke, it was difficult to even accept that a personal trainer was sitting in your room. It would have been nicer to see one in a situation that wasn’t in the hospital because of an injury.

“Why don’t you just start by telling me where it hurts, and how would you rate that one to ten? Your nurses have already gone through some with me, but I wanna hear it from you”

You nodded, suddenly you went back to quiet again. It has all gone too fast, why were you here? Was it because you wished that you wouldn’t make it there? Was this your own fault? You let out a shaky breath as you realised you had to move on, and started pointing to where it hurt. Every time you point to somewhere you see him taking notes in his book.

“It’s numb” you say with tears in your eyes. He stops writing immediately and closes his book to look at you. “I can’t barely feel it” you let the tears roll down your cheeks, feeling the scary situation take over you and swallow you whole.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s going to be scary I know” Chan started as he laid a hand on your trembling hand. It was like he could feel your fear through it. It was cold and shaking, he had seen many clients be worried for themselves but this really made his heart ache. You both seem to be close in age, he couldn’t imagine what he himself would feel like if he was in your position. “You got this, you’re so strong” his words were calming you down as you could finally breathe normally and see clearly again.

Your cries went quiet as Chan’s questions went on. It was difficult to describe as you never felt like you could grasp the situation itself. Every time you thought back on the situation you felt that adrenaline rush again. How you just fell out of the car and how you could’ve saved yourself if you just had focused. But nothing could take you back now, it was only a matter of time before you had to look forward and make yourself you again.

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Today was your first meeting with Chan. You had finally left the hospital bed and was currently using crutches or a wheelchair as support. Waiting outside of the rehabilitation gym you looked at yourself in the mirror outside. The scar had healed a bit more with small parts of scab left, but you could see on the more healed parts that this would never go unnoticable. There would be scars from your stitches across your cheek and you knew that no one would be able to see the rest of your face first. You sighed at the sight of yourself, your family would never wanna look at you now, barely you wanted to either. Who cares if the leg healed or not, it’s not the first thing they see.

“Y/N?” you turned your head to your right, seeing Chan right there. You quickly studied him up and down, realising he was different from when you first saw him. He was now wearing a black oversized t-shirt and no cap, making him show his pretty brown hair which was laid on the side.

He was very good looking there was no denying that. Which made you lay your hand on your own cheek. You knew it wasn’t weird to him, he often helped people that come out of situations like yours. But the self cautious feelings took over you in the moment, and while leaning on your crutch you tried to make the hood of your sweater cover your cheek.

You couldn’t tell if he saw it or not, but that couldn’t matter for long enough either because the important part was to make yourself walk again. There weren’t many people in the gym, just a few people older than you with their own trainors.

Chan walked you over to a more quiet area where it was mostly a floor covered in black foam carpet.

“Let’s just start easy and foam roll the muscle, then we’ll try to keep your core strength since you can lose it if you have to walk less right now. Does that sound okay?” you could only nod. This whole situation made you nervous, you knew that the slightest fail could push your motivation even further back than it already is.

Chan takes your hand carefully as he helps you sit down on the floor. He gently places the foam roller under your leg making you wince at the small pain the lift gave you. You start pushing your leg back and forth on the foam roller feeling fine the first few minutes. You felt some weight lift from your shoulders as you did a few more minutes. Maybe you were worried for nothing?

The time goes by pretty slowly but you feel better than you thought you would. Maybe this could actually be something. Or that was until the dreaded question left Chan’s lips,

“Do you wanna try walking with support from these bars?”

He was standing by two pairs of metal bars, and just seeing them made you feel uneasy. But was it worth giving up now? It wouldn’t hurt to try right? In return you nodded at him, making him run back to you to help you up. You had an arm over his shoulder and he tried lifting you from the floor a bit so that you wouldn’t have to limp over there.

Chan carefully sets you down between the bars, letting you get a good grip on them before he finally lets go of your body. You feel your whole weight land evenly on both of your legs but as soon as it starts feeling great you feel your body fall to the side.

Your leg can’t support it enough.

Before your body can hit the floor you feel a pair of arms back around you. Chan was quick to catch you and through his embrace of you he could feel your panicked breath.

“Hey… hey it’s okay just breathe. I’ve got you. I’m not letting you fall I promise” he said, patting your head as well. “I know that was scary, I should’ve held onto you a bit more over the floor. I didn’t mean to just let go I’m sorry”

Tears pricked in your eyes once again. This felt hopeless once again. How was this ever going to be fixed? How can someone fix a broken part like this? Babies could walk better than you.

“This is so useless…” you muttered. It hurt Chan’s heart that the first time since the hospital where you speak to him is you talking down on yourself. He kept patting your head and tried to not make himself lose his cool as he heard your small sobs in his arms.

“Don’t say that we have many sessions ahead of us to improve. This is only the first time” he carried you down onto the carpet again, making sure your leg wasn’t touching the floor at all. Your cries had gone quiet but your face was really red.

As Chan set you down he kept seeing you pull that hood in front of your face. He sat down in front of you trying to make you meet his eyes, but once you did you faced the other way. He knew exactly why, but it was not something he was going to pressure you about. He knew injuries in parts such as the face took a toll on people, and it seemed even tougher on you.

“Please don’t look at me…” you put your head in your hands. “This scar is huge, it’s disgusting. It makes me look so…”

“Sad?” Chan finished your sentence with. You tried looking back up without showing most of your face, and of course your eyes met his. They never left you. “You know what I think?” he started, making you shake your head. “I think it makes you look strong. It tells people that something happened to you, yet you’re still here standing. And to me that is an extremely admiring person to me” he continued with a small smile, only making you smile bigger in return. His heart fluttered at that smile, he knew he wanted to make this wonderful perso achieve their goals even more now. They were gonna reach the top and he would be by their side.

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Some weeks turned into a month of seeing Chan. You couldn’t help but feel safe around him as he tried to motivate you to do even better every day. You knew it was his job, but something about just letting you lead it as well made you trust him even more. There was no family that was expecting you to do things their way, or your mother telling you to just get yourself together. He was there, but you were taking your time. And for the first time that was okay.

“Okay so now you walk over to me” he said gesturing with his hands to slowly start walking. This was always the part of the session that you dreaded. Many falls had happened but no bruises added as Chan always caught you in time.

You keep your arms steady on the bars and try to lightly let go with each step. You felt the knee pushing against your will, but the muscles had to be trained again. The closer you got to Chan the more your smile started growing. With every session you felt like you were getting somewhere and this was the closest you’d ever gotten to walk without bars. With just a few meters left until you could take Chan’s hands for support you feel the strength in your leg giving out, making you fall forward this time. Your heart starts pounding faster the moment you feel your leg give out but you never meet the floor.

Chan was almost laying underneath you as he had leaned down to prevent you from falling. He could see that the position got awkward for you so he slowly starts sitting down while helping you down onto the floor. But on the way down your leg still hasn’t gotten its full strength back and you end up falling forward onto Chan. Now having him lay under you.

At first your face becomes red, this was not supposed to happen. But as your eyes meet his deep brown ones, something tells both of you that this okay. Making you both start laughing together.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay? My leg totally gave out” you were still laughing with a slight hint of worry in your voice as you literally had just dropped your full weight onto him.

“Nono I’m totally fine, I’m happy I caught you in time-”

“What exactly is going on?” your laughs were interrupted by a very familiar voice belonging to a woman. A special woman being your mother herself. Looking her into the eyes you quickly scooch yourself off of Chan and he keeps his hands close to you incase something starts hurting. He’s just about to support your leg until your mother yells, “Do not touch my child!” Chan doesn’t seem to listen, since he in a way is doing his job during your session.

“Mom? Why are you here?” you ask her, slightly embarrassed that she is scolding Chan right now for doing his job. “I thought you didn’t care about my rehabilitation” you didn’t see it as Chan stood behind you by now but his face fell and he realised he had never seen you with family or even heard you talk about them.

“Why wouldn’t I care? I'm your mother!” she says harshly, studying you up and down. You were only in a pair of sweats and a hoodie since baggy clothes made it easier for you to move your leg, especially with a cast on. “But I see you’re doing other things than working on your walking or how to cover up that ugly scar” the scar was healed by now, but the stitches had now left the big scar more visible. Which with Chan you hadn’t really thought about anymore, you no longer felt the need to cover your face around him.

Chan didn’t know what to say. He was watching you taking harsh comments from your own mother and he didn’t know when it was time for him to say something. Technically the situation you were in could be seen as wrong as you are his client. But at the same time he promised he’d never let you fall and he was holding onto that promise.

He could see how your hands were shaking against the sides of your body. He slowly walked up behind you while your mother was talking to hold your hand. Your hand was shaking in his, but that didn’t matter. The comfort was exactly what you needed since your mother could not hold back to scold you even in your rehab hours.

“Have you tried makeup? How is that scar gonna be covered and gone when I bring you home again? They will wonder how you can’t take care of yourself and I will be blamed for that” your mother went on, you really wondered how she had the energy to do this.

“I’m sorry Ms L/N but I think it’s time you stop” you hear Chan say behind you making your breath hitch.

“Excuse me how dare-”

“You’re in my gym during my work hours when I’m here trying to help your child how to walk normally again. And if you had been here or checked their medical records that I fill in after every session you’d see that they are doing much better than when they were admitted to me.” you squeezed his hand tightly, not being able to speak up in front of your mother right now you felt your heart beating faster. And you knew it wasn’t because of the stress of your mother right now. “So either you leave right now, or I’m gonna have to call security because I have to keep helping them now”

“And the scar?” she asks.

“Ms L/N I’m not a doctor, I’m just a personal trainer. And even if I were, I probably wouldn’t be able to do more than they already have. You should be happy your oen kid is still standing here, that scar is showing how she fought for her life. They are the strongest person I’ve ever met as a trainer here and you should be proud of them because I sure am” he said confidently. “Now please leave” and as you watch your mother turn her back towards the both of you you feel Chan’s thumb caress the upper part of your hand.

You didn’t know what to do at that moment. For the first time in forever someone had been on your side. Chan was just about to open his mouth to speak but before he could you turned around and hugged him. He was caught off guard by the action but as soon as he registered what’s happening his hands found their way to your hips.

You stood there together for what felt like a solid minute. It felt special to finally have someone see you. And you didn’t care if that person wasn’t in your family, he was your motivation and you never wanted to let go of him. When you decide to let go all you can do is smile at him, which he happily returns to you. Your smile was his happiness, because it meant that even in your darkest days right now there was a smile underneath it somewhere.

A few minutes later you’re sitting on the floor together, your session ended about 15 minutes ago. You were telling him about your injury that day, how no one came to the hospital and how he is the only one who you’ve been with since then. He sat there with your hands in his lap and every time you shed a tear he made sure to catch them for you. Sometimes thinking back on it you start panic crying and having hiccups, and every time you have them Chan makes sure to see you even more. Telling you it’s okay, to start again whenever you want, and if you want to stop talking then he doesn’t need to know more of it.

“Hey look at me” Chan’s hand lay carefully on your cheek drying away your tears. “You’re amazing, you know that right?” you start laughing at his comment which only makes him giggle as well. “I’m serious! I’ve seen you go through it this whole month and you’re so strong for even doing this in the first place. Back at the hospital I saw how scared you were, and now I know you were lonely as well. But I am here. I’m sitting here with you now and you’ve grown into a much stronger version of yourself. And even if you fall, then I’ve got you. I’m there to catch you every time”

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You open the doors from the rehabilitation building and step outside, taking in the good sunny weather together with the warm sunny breeze. The weather was good but today had also been your last session together with Chan. You couldn’t help but feel sad about it. There were days that discouraged you, yes, but he was always there to pick you up. And now you could walk again, which you back then never thought would be possible.

“So, you’re leaving already?” you heard Chan ask behind you.

Turning around you see him in that same grey hoodie he had during your first meeting at the hospital. Something about you two together felt so special to you, and you for sure wouldn’t forget it. You were already sad to part ways with him so being remembered about your days together made you a bit sentimental.

“I guess, we’re not working together anymore. Who are you supposed to have fun with now?” you said, making him smile brightly.

“No one of course” he was laughing a lot with his big smile which just made your heart flutter even more. He really was the best at making you feel like a better version of yourself. “Hey, by the way” he started nervously fiddling with the hem of his hoodie. You gave him a small nod to show that you’re listening and after a quiet minute he went on. “Now that we’re not working together, do you think I could take you out?”

You couldn’t believe your ears. Take you out? You looked at him in shock not realising he just asked what he asked.

“Me…? Yeah absolutely” the relief you felt in your body hit you, you actually get to see him a bit more.

“Maybe we could start now? There’s a beach down the road here. Just to hang out?” you eagerly nodded and without a thought you were both heading for the beach.

The seagulls were making loud noises and the sun was high in the sky. It was a bit windy which caused the salty water to sometimes hit your face. But this feeling was incredible. After months of rehab you had never felt so free and alive in yourself again. And with Chan by your side you felt like you were in paradise.

With your shoes in one hand and Chan’s hand in the other you both walked along the shore with your feet half deep in the water. Feeling the sun hit your face felt refreshing. You never thought you’d end up walking along the shore with Chan, or walking here at all. But you pushed through and for once you felt proud of yourself for pushing through.

Suddenly Chan stopped in his tracks and looked out towards the ocean. He starts walking deeper into the water, gesturing with his hands that you should follow him. With both of you in the water you both start realising it wasn’t the best choice since the winds are getting stronger, and before you both knew it you both fall backwards into the water. But of course someone caught you in time. Looking over at Chan he made sure to have you fall onto him first. In that moment it felt like all of these months leading up to this was made for the both you, and before you know it Chan closed the distance between the both of you.

You felt fireworks going off inside of your stomach and trying to stay calm to not ruin it. Putting your body weight onto him he ends up with his whole back in the water and wet sand. But to him nothing mattered at all in this moment but you and him together. After pulling away he made sure to still hold you close, one hand on your cheek and the other keeping you with him.

“I told you I’ve got you, I’ll catch you everytime”

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vest0 · 14 hours ago

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🌈 I DID IT! I FINISHED!

Aaah, I'm so happy, and here more info about them! :D

If you have any questions or would like to request art on them, I will be only glad!

about;

These designs are made for a more human look and their anatomy consists of the familiar human one, except for the helmets, and starscream's wings. they will have a bot version, but later~

answers to possible questions:

Can I use your arts for my own purposes, or publish it somewhere?

sure, why not? the main thing is credit me, and preferably leave a link to my Tumblr!

Is this plot based on canon and can I criticize the idea for not being canon?

the plot includes a small part of the canon, but most of it was invented by me and my management of Megastars. regarding criticism - uh, criticism is allowed, but not on the topic of canons AND the pairing, plsss!

can I draw fanart for you/create my own idea related to this idea?

YESS, PLEASE DO?? Any fan work is like a diamond to me!! I will be very pleased and interested to see everything in your performance! (Actually, NSFW allowed too, but pls keep it within the limits of adequacy,,)

🌟 Starscream;

height - 5,2 or 158 cm.

weight - 50 kg

gender - she / her OR he / his. In my arts it's more as a female.

sexuality - bisexual (♀️), homosexual (♂️)

features - In the female version, Starscream has a small chest, but her hips are wider than her shoulders. Her wings are mobile but suitable for flight in the human version.

Starscream is one of the best Seekers, and as a fighter, is extremely valuable to the Decepticons. In the past, Starscream was an Autobot, the only Seeker among them, and was responsible for air operations. She joined the ranks of the Autobots at the beginning of the war. Before chaos and hostility between the two factions began on Cybertron, Starscream excelled in fights without rules, and led a cruel lifestyle. Frequent fights, a lot of skirmishes with other bots, she was at the center of criminal society, and often resorted to physical violence, or even murder. Thanks to her small size, Starscream was agile and fast, and her honed skills gave her an advantage against the enemy. She has always been an extremely cruel person, and quickly acquired the nickname "angel of death". She knew about Megatron while he was a gladiator. His arena fights delighted the young fem, and once she was even able to meet the great gladiator. After the war began, Starscream realized all the horror, and desperately sought to find redemption from the Autobots, which soon happened. Starscream had a very difficult time, because containing her true essence seemed like torture, but over time, she learned to control herself, not giving in to emotions in emergency cases. It was quite difficult with the realization that her former idol created such chaos, and this became the motivation to go to the end and win the burning war. Among the Autobots, Starscream stood out for her detachment and arrogance. It was difficult for her to communicate with others as friends, because it was unusual for her character and nature. She felt that she did not completely belong to this place, but she was held by the good goal of ending the war and returning peace. She is a cold, rude and very cunning person, hiding under her beautiful, scarlet eyes her cruel and terrifying spark, capable of tearing anyone apart without mercy, if necessary. Her fearlessness even in front of those who are twice her size plays into her hands, giving her more audacity and ardor.

Starscream's toxic and freedom-loving nature is precisely the reason why Megatron wanted her in his ranks, close to himself. No one had ever dared to challenge the lord before, but Starscream was not at all intimidated by Megatron's formidable status. This was exactly what the big bot lacked, someone who challenges him, especially doing it so passionately.

⛓ Megatron;

height - 6,7 or 201 cm.

weight - 110 kg

gender - he/his OR she/her (in my arts it's more as a male).

sexuality - Pansexual

features - There is a scar along his lip and scars all over his body. He often wears a sword belt, which emphasizes his strong and large body. He wears only closed shoes, such as combat boots or just boots.

In the distant past, Megatron was known as a fearsome gladiator in the Kaon arena, crushing his enemies with extreme cruelty and power. He didn't end up in the arena because of a happy life, but his success and fame became the initial impetus for something more than just being a beast entertaining the public. Megatron spent a lot of time training, not sparing his own body and strength. Each new fight became more and more furious and frighteningly cruel, and under the applause of the audience, Megatron began to learn eloquent monologues, wanting to get deeper into the hearts of his fans. Soon the fights turned into a real mess, after which, with a proudly raised fist, Megatron gave a speech, inspiring the people to a coup. It seemed to him for a long time that the council did not care about its own people, because in Kaon there was too much inexplicable disorder, which seemed to be turned a blind eye to. All this did not please the mature revolutionary at all.

The rage towards the indifference of the council grew with each passing day, and, unfortunately, the gladiator's speeches boiling with revolution were noticed too late. Megatron, thanks to his eloquence and self-confidence, was able to inspire many sparks in a short time, calling on them to join "justice". But, everything got out of control when Megatron was overshadowed by blind hatred. His long-time and best friend, Orion, stood against him, who saw the path to a prosperous life in a completely different way. But Megatron did not stop. The once good intention to return justice turned into a thirst for power at any cost, for Megatron could not bear the weight of the leader, and succumbed to anger, turning into a tyrant. The first years, the inexperienced lord created chaos, senselessly destroying Cybertron city after city, but with each new year he gained experience, learning to behave more thoughtfully and wisely than to succumb to eclipsing emotions. When he fully realized his role, Cybertron was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. Megatron acted thoughtfully and tactically, which made the war against the Autobots even more intense and dangerous. There were many supplies needed by the Decepticons at the Autobot base, so sometimes there were secret operations to steal these resources, but one time, Megatron himself fell under the watchful eye of the air commander. He was neutralized with a couple of easy movements, when the silhouette of a familiar bot shone before his eyes. It was Starscream. And something in Megatron's spark clicked. An old acquaintance had achieved heights during the war, and her pressure kindled an incomprehensible warmth in the Decepticon. This was their first meeting in all this long time. And they are enemies. The gray bot was able to avoid a sad fate and escaped, but clearly decided for himself one thing - Starscream will be in his ranks, at any cost.

Megatron is stubborn and stands his ground, so Starscream has long tolerated the Lord's attempts to turn his head. Whether on the battlefield or when they were alone. Megatron even came to the Autobot base itself more than once, just to see his object of attention again, and to use enticing speeches. Starscream does not admit it, but she really likes the Decepticon Lord's pressure and his attractive impudence.

THAT'S IT, THANK U SM FOR READING MY SILLY HEADCANON IDEAS! <3

Hope u like it, and I'll wait for your questions, if you have something on your mind 🌟

#transformers #megastar #megascream #starscream #megatron #maccadam #headcanon

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milkoomi · 3 days ago

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milkoomi university newsletter. ᥫ᭡

february ‘25 issue

one of my goals was to create more & expand my content creation! in my january recap, i talked about making some kind of newsletter for my blog! i was inspired by @malusokay , @glowettee , & @agirlwithglam 🤍 i want to create two different kinds of newsletters! one with all the it girl tips & self improvement guides and one regarding academics (which is this one)! i’m so excited to create these & i hope you guys enjoy!

INDEX —

note: these sections will be included in all newsletters! i added what will be included for each section, but not all details will be a part of each month’s issue!

academic notices - academic moodboards for inspiration & motivation

tutoring center - study tips, exam prep, assignment completion guides, time management tips, iconic character how-to’s

advisor’s announcements - final words from me + monthly advice

counseling - Q&A; this first month will not include any, but if you have any questions you want to ask in regards to academics/studying, please feel free to send me a message in my ask box! just be sure to let me know that it’s for Milkoomi University!

Academic Notices ᥫ᭡

general study motivation —

medical student inspiration —

Tutoring Center ᥫ᭡

assignment completion guide —

create a to-do list

- start from hardest to easiest task or create a list ranked by priority!

- to avoid getting overwhelmed, keep the list short! max 5 tasks!

- use your favorite colored pen to use to check off assignments!

incorporate breaks

- use the pomodoro method! it’s a method great for completing homework assignments as well!

- remember: you’re allowed to take a break even before finishing an assignment!

- get up & stretch, grab a snack, go to the bathroom, make yourself tea/coffee

tina’s tip: after each task you complete, write yourself a little sticky note congratulating your progress! stick it on your notebooks, desk, laptop; wherever you can see it while working! these will be lovely little reminders that you got this and your assignments will be completed in no-time!

time management tips —

eat the frog method

- start by completing the most difficult task first!

prevent procrastination

- complete assignments ahead of time

- check due dates

- start (& try to finish) assignments the day they are assigned

use free time to be productive

- if you have a few hours between classes, get started on assignments!

- if you only have one class throughout the day, set aside 3-4 hours before/after class to work!

how to study like elle woods —

make it fun!

- have a friend/loved one quiz you! elle’s friends were her biggest supporters throughout her academic journey at harvard, and having your friends around to help you study can make the experience so much more enjoyable

- color coordinate your notes! elle always stood out in her class with her style, you could even see it in her school supplies, so make use of fun colors (or your favorite colors) and make your notes stand out to you

- multitask! there’s a scene where you can see elle working out and studying at the same time, so if you’re able to, pick an activity you enjoy and incorporate it into your studying. this could be walking on the treadmill and reading a chapter from your textbook or cooking while listening to a recording of a lecture

incorporate your studies in your everyday life!

- whatever it is you’re learning, try to find a way that you can use that information in your day to day routine! if something reminds you of something you learned in class, maybe reflect on it and either tell yourself or someone else how that day to day thing relates to what you’ve learned! for example, i’m currently studying to be in the medical field, and a friend told me some of their health concerns so i used my knowledge of what i know and applied it to guide them in the right direction to get better (& professional) treatment!

find motivation

- at first, elle was motivated to get into harvard and study law because of warner. then, she was motivated because someone she looked up to needed her help in a case. regardless of what elle’s motivation was, she still had it to help her get through law school and work hard to achieve success! so find something to motivate yourself to study no matter how big or small it might be!

Advisor’s Announcements ᥫ᭡

FEBRUARY ACADEMIC ADVICE —

include pre-lecture readings into your routine!

with the spring semester still fresh and new for a lot of us, it’s important to kickstart your classes with predetermined success! go through and review any lecture powerpoints and/or chapters before your next class to get an idea of what material you’ll be learning and to start getting an understanding of it.

pre-lecture readings are one of the best ways to prepare for class! it allows you to come up with any questions you might want to ask your professor, start structuring your notes, and be prepared to answer any questions that your professor might ask in class!

FINAL NOTES —

now that we’ve got into the new semester and we’re finally getting settled in, i hope you all remember that you are worthy of success. please don’t let your grades define who you are as a person. the work you put in is enough proof that you are capable of succeeding in your academics!

i hope this first newsletter from Milkoomi University was enjoyable for you guys! if you have any comments or questions you want to ask, my ask box is always open!

with lots of love, faustina ᥫ᭡

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xadenviolct · 2 days ago

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Well...

I finished it.

And I mean, I took as long as I could, since I really didn't want to get to the end--mainly because, like with Iron Flame, we now know absolutely NOTHING about the fourth book and I'm in a perpetual waiting hell.

But at the same time, I couldn't hold off too long, because with every day, the potential for spoilers being seen increases, etc. And the very, VERY last thing I ever want is for any of these books to be spoiled for me.

With that said...

SPOILERS FOR ONYX STORM BELOW THE CUT!!!

I MEAN IT! BIG SPOILERS!

ALL-THE-WAY-TO-THE-END-OF-THE-BOOK TYPE SPOILERS!

Because I'm putting my thoughts, my reactions, etc. (which will probably all be kinda disjointed, and rather lengthy, so bear with me on that...)

So yeah--

YOU. HAVE. BEEN. WARNED!

Now that that is out of the way--

(and yes, I've had that gif saved here for this very purpose)

First, I'll say this--

I am so very glad we got other characters' views in a few chapters. I absolutely loved getting Imogen and Rhiannon, (and of course some Xaden POV) and I know--I know that Quinn's death hit a hell of a lot harder because it was in Imogen's view than if it had been anyone else's.

I absolutely sobbed with that one. Like, put-the-book-down-for-a-moment sobbed. Liam Mairi dying type sob.

It was just... oh my HEART. HURT.

And Andarna deserves the world, okay? No one -- dragon, human, ANYONE -- is allowed to be mean to her, to upset her.

I will literally fight those dragons for Andarna, okay?

(Yes, okay, ONE of them wasn't a complete ass, but the others? I wouldn't have minded Tairn roasting them all. Or taking a few eyes.)

I was also so damn sure Mira would be dead in this book. Which, yes, okay, she kinda did-- but not really. The big "this death really hurts" moment was with Quinn.

Which I'm still reeling about, okay. It hurts!

I will also say that I absolutely LOVED the way the title got worked in at the end.

I mean, my heart broke, and I hated it, but I loved it. I definitely figured he'd fall farther by the end of this book--I mean, it would have greatly decreased the impact of Xaden turning venin at the end of Iron Flame if we went and found a cure and he got better by the end of OS.

So while I was still expecting him to sink further into that darkness-- That doesn't mean I still didn't want to yell at Rebecca for doing it!

Although--I think I might be willing to grant a bit of "okay" on it, because that final push seemed to be Xaden being all, "NO ONE TOUCHES AND HURTS SGAEYL."

Which I am 10000% for.

Saving Violet was the catalyst in IF, saving Sgaeyl was the catalyst in OS.

And I am also THRILLED that she didn't break the bond! I know that was going around as a possibility, that Sgaeyl was so pissed, that Xaden would turn deeper into darkness and she'd break the bond, but I'm glad she didn't.

I NEED more Xaden and Sgaeyl. I just do.

(I am also firmly convinced that Naolin did similarly to Xaden--in that he pulled from the source to save Brennan, he turned but his motivations were sort of in the right place, etc.--and Tairn had to break the bond or Naolin did or something to that effect and that is just another reason Tairn is so anti-Xaden (especially) in OS. Because he went through it all with Naolin, and he knows (in that "I'm Tairn and I know everything" way) that there is no cure, no saving, etc. But he also trusts Sgaeyl, Violet, etc. at least enough to let them walk this and not just torch Xaden outright.)

AND XADEN'S MOM WAS IN THE ISLE KINGDOMS!

I mean, there is still more there, I know there is. There's more to the story of why she left, why she never said anything, etc. etc.

But that was definitely a complicated bit of emotion in those chapters.

There are also so many more questions I have about Violet in regards to Dunne, to the temples and the gods/goddesses in general. Like, I know I need to reread OS too, with note taking and close watch and all that, but I still have questions.

What does it all mean? Theophanie was also built up as a major player and then she... dies. So now I wanna know who is even bigger than Theophanie--or is it going to come down to a Xaden versus Violet moment?

That will definitely be a very. giant. painful. moment.

And was it Garrick at the end? Or Bodhi? I'm pretty sure it has to be one of them, right? Like I said, I'd have to reread the whole thing--and especially that chapter with Xaden--but those are the only two that would fit his inner thinking criteria:

Male (since it mentions as a "brother")

Someone who'd known what he was struggling with (a la turning venin) for months, so basically from the beginning.

Someone he never would have ever thought would do it

I feel like it's Garrick, over Bodhi. Because Garrick left Imogen in Draithus, we didn't hear/see him again, and he's "missing" in Violet's chapter at the very end. (I cannot remember if Bodhi is mentioned or not...)

But it has to be one of them, right?

And now I wanna know why--to both of them! Either of them! Whoever it is--TELL ME WHY!

Pancheck is dead now, too, right? I was so sure it was gonna be Daddy Aetos being the asshole traitor but at the same time, maybe I just wanted to really really hate him for every other reason.

Still don't quite know why it was Pancheck--I'm pretty sure I missed several clues, that's for sure--but at the same time, he did know everything. He was perfectly positioned to be the traitor and all that...

And why was that the ending?

I seriously turned the page, and saw the "acknowledgements" starting on the next one, and I was all--

You have GOT to be fucking kidding me! That's it?! That's where it stops?!

I need all the answers.

What happened to make Violet ask/tell Imogen to take her memories? What happened in those "missing moments" to bring us to that point?

At what point did Violet tell Imogen to take the memories? WHAT memories (specifically) that happened in that missing time?

I knew I'd be completely reeling by the end of this book, but I didn't realize I'd be reeling this much!

And VIOLET'S SECOND SIGNET = INNTINNSIC!

Type of, but yeah. We're still going with that.

There are way too many things about inntinnsics that we don't know because of them being killed the moment it manifests, so yeah-- still many more questions.

And that is one damn powerful signet!

Now, I wanna know if she hones it, works on it, will it only be in dreams? Like, she can apparently meddle in them, influence them (subtly, perhaps, right now, but yeah--) so if we call it a dream-walking inntinnsic (or whatever "official" name the signet gets, IDK), but that's right now, right at the beginning.

Is it possible that she could meddle in conscious thoughts?

Aaric having precognition was something I figured out rather quickly, though; especially by that point when he tells Violet to guard Dunne's temple, etc.

It's like "oh yeah, he knows future things, etc."

And finally--

MARRIAGE? Wow!

I mean, I was kinda getting the vibe that it would happen at some point, sure. And then especially with that chapter's heading being about lieutenants marrying right after graduation, etc.

I just need to know the details. I mean, we all do, I'm sure, but when did that happen? Like, officially happen?

How?

Tyrrendor is protected because it's Violet's, by marriage (I'm assuming) and Xaden knows she'll do right for the people... But again, WHERE IS BODHI?!

What the holy fucking hell happened?!

Everyone knows Xaden is venin now, of course, and apparently a powerful one too. Is it possible to skip over steps? Like, can you go from an initiate level straight to a Sage (bypassing the asim level) if you channel enough and/or are powerful enough?

Again, I need to reread certain parts especially, but I'm getting the vibe that Xaden didn't just up a level. Or if he did, he'd been asim longer than we initially realized, so he's Sage level now...

I. DO. NOT. KNOW!

And I have so many questions!!!!

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samuraionyourmom · 2 days ago

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Been thinking about my Android Dazai AU lately. I've been asking myself a couple of questions about it since no one else seems to 😒 /lh (if you have any questions, please send them in, I beg. I yearn to yap). I've been mostly asking myself these questions to help me flesh out this AU better, and I thought I'd share my process.

If you haven't heard about it, you can check out my other posts about it here as well as the fic I made for it!

So, anyway, onto my ramblings. Prepare for an info dump and a half.

I'm sticking with the main question I've been asking myself for this post, and that is:

Why did Mori create Dazai? Why not just stick with Elise? What are his motivations?

This has been one of the toughest questions I've been faced with when I imagine this AU. It stumped me for a long while, so I just ignored it for the time being. But after a deep analysis of Mori's character, I've come to a conclusion.

Right off the bat, I'd like to make it clear that Mori has no creepy or pedophilic reasons for creating Dazai in this AU, so throw that thought away. I don't want to hear about it.

For starters, I'd like to lay out who Mori is as a person. Or how I view him, anyway. Deep down, Mori longs to take care of someone. We see this in Beast when he's free from his duties as Boss and is able to open up an orphanage. He states that he wishes he could have saved Dazai instead of manipulating him like he did.

But as it currently stands in the main timeline, Mori is unable to indulge in this desire. He is a slave to the organization, as he puts it, and he has a duty to go with the most logical solution as its leader. Facts over feelings and all that. Whether that means pushing Yosano to her limit despite his own hatred for using fear as a way to control people or sacrificing Oda, someone who he knows is very dear to Dazai, for the sake of obtaining the permit.

All this to say that Mori is very repressed. Personally, I say that these secret desires manifest themselves in Elise. She has some of Yosano and Dazai’s characteristics, both people Mori wish he could've cared for properly, and he spoils her openly, almost as if he's trying to make up for lost time.

Now, back to the AU. Elise's existence allows Mori to indulge in his fantasies, yes, but he wants something tangible. Elise is a manifestation of his own wants, but she's not real. So Mori decides to make an android. Maybe it's in a moment of weakness, so desperate for something, anything, to care for to make up for the pain he's caused.

Why not just adopt a child? Well, as much as he would like to, having a child in the Port Mafia isn't a wise decision, morally or logically. So he settles for an artificial one. It's different enough from Elise because it's something that can just vanish into thin air like she does. Something physical.

He works tirelessly to design, engineer, and produce an android that can give him as close to what he wants as possible. Not a baby, though. He couldn't bear that. He settles on a young teen for the design (again, not for creepy reasons, you weirdos). Something that he could care for, but isn't entirely helpless.

I imagine the first thing Mori did was create the AI for this thing before working on the body, and suddenly, this AI just starts yapping at him from his computer. The android takes on a life of their own. Starts calling themselves "Osamu Dazai." Orginally, Mori was set on creating a feminine-leaning android (his failures with Yosano are still haunting him at this point), but Dazai's like: uh, hell no. I am Osamu Dazai. I am a boy. Fix my body, u stupid doctor. (I love transzai)

Anyway, Dazai helps Mori design the body he wants. It's more androgynous than before, which Dazai enjoys. He's implemented into it shortly after it's finished, and voila, our favorite little bandage boy, is born.

Sure, Dazai isn't exactly what Mori had envisioned when he first started the project. He had imagined something more docile, easier to project his desires onto. But Dazai is what he is, and he won't be changed now. He's here now, and he's here to stay. Very human, despite how he came into this world or how much he denies it.

I may or may not have been influenced by the recent release of the Stormbringer Manga with that last bit. Anyway, Dad Mori is real. He's just not very good at it.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #bsd dazai osamu #Android!Dazai AU #bsd mori #mori ougai #bsd mori ougai #bsd au

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lostalienchild · 1 year ago

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Debts Repaid (Miko x Ayaka)

Summary: "Now Ayato, don't you think I deserve a little reward for all my hard effort?"

Warnings: Dub-con, 69, spit play

not proof read

Ageless, men, and minors DNI

A quiet and tranquil evening graced the Kamisato abode. A rare but welcomed site. Rain pounded outside the renji-mado (window)of the office, the room dancing in the dim light of the oil lamps. The combination of the pitter-patter of fallen rain and soft sweeping was so relaxing, that the normally distressed Kamisato elder involuntarily let out a yawn. This did not go unnoticed by the aid nearby who offered a chuckle. The sound of sweeping stopped as the blond aide turned to his master.

"Finally feeling relaxed huh? You should take a break. Both of you have been going at it for a while." Ayato rubbed his eyes before squinting and looking outside the renji-mado. The world was light enough to see, however the heavy cloud cover made smaller details too dim to see with the eye. In the dark blue hue of the fading sun, a dark figure repeatedly raises a katana overhead before slamming it down vertically in front of itself. The smell of petrichor cut into his nose as a small smile spread across his face. If not for the knowledge that his sister was such a headstrong trainer, he would have assumed her a warrior. A strong conviction on a small frame, her cutthroat attitude surpassed even his own.

"I think we should leave her be." The oldest turned back towards his desk before adjusting his montsuki and standing. His sitting bones ached and it took a moment before the pain subsided enough for him to walk without pain. "It's only been a few days since she regained the courage to even leave her room. We're all trying to get back to normal now." It had in fact only been a few months since the near collapse of the clan. The once gleeful and cheerful atmosphere of the estate had fallen into a glum and dim downpour, mirroring the melancholic weather outside, and eventually so too did the smile that once graced his sister's face. Both siblings found themselves fighting for their family name, but after the storm had passed, they were left with only remnants of their childhood home, which now seemed more of a museum for memories rather than an actual home. Ayaka's reignited drive to train in kendo was one of the few things that gave him any motivation. If she could continue on, so too could he. Once comfortable enough he began to head towards the entrance to his office. Once at the threshold, he turned to address the aide. "For now... how ab-"

"Master Kamisato." Another servant came forward interrupting his thoughts. "I apologize for the intrusion, You have a visitor." The employee bowed. Ayato thought that the servant was unusually short with their words, but left the thought at that as they scurried off. The blond aide stepped out of the shoji frame to follow his master into the hall.

"A guest? It's a bit late isn't it," asked Thoma. "Well that depends, let's see who it is," Ayato replied cooly. Upon entering the main foyer there stood a tall and eccentric shrine maiden. A welcomed and not unusual site to see at the estate. Miko often came by to the estate for a myriad of different reasons, so much so that it was more unusual to not see her at least once in a fortnight. "Miko, what a plesant surprise. And impeccable timing might I add. I was just about to suggest to Thomas that we take a tea break. Would you like to join us?" The pink fox continued to brush herself off as she listened to the elder sibling, priming the damp sleeves of her kimono. "Ayato," she sang, "well I'm glad to see that the dreary weather has not affected your mood. As for the tea, dont mind if I do."

Thoma placed the yunomi in front of the maiden before pouring the tea into the reciprocal. Ayato and Miko sat across from one another on their own respective zabutans. Miko smiled as the steam mingled with the smell of rain and danced into her nose. A light scent mixed with a deep, earthy smell. "Well Miko, what brings you to the estate this particular evening? A new light novel need reviewing perhaps?" Miko hummed as she sipped her tea, cupping the bottom of the cup with precision manners, cultivated by years of practice. "Now now, do I always need a reason to see an old friend of mine? It's not like we're strangers after all. I was simply stopping by to check on my favorite siblings. I'm glad to see you're still in good spirits. How's the little one doing?" Ayato returned Miko's smile and looked outside. The sky had grown much darker since the start of their meeting and the figure that was once outside further in the courtyard was now outside the door. The shoji door slid open to reveal a silver-haired maiden. Her Keikogi and Hakama were soaked from the rain. A servant had come forward and offered her a towel. The girl came in dabbing her face before her gaze fell upon the scene of Miko and her brother in front of her. Miko looked her over. Her flushed expression was exacerbated by the fact that she had been training. Her hair clung to her face. Her silver eyes were wide and round with surprise. her clothes clung to her body. Her normally white fluffy hair dangled in silver strands. Quickly gathering the towel in both hands she leaned forward and bowed, water dripping from her bangs scattering on the wood floor. "Ni-san, Miko-san, I was not aware we had guests."

Miko raised her hand and waived it as if waiving away the formalities. "Now now Ayaka-kun, it's just me. No need for the formalities."

"Right, then please allow me to freshen up before joining you."

"Of course, take your time little one." With that, Ayaka bowed once again and hurried off down a hall out of sight. "We'll it's good to see shes getting on well," Miko hummed as she turned her attention back to the elder Kamisato. Thoma, who had sat at the end of the chabudai chimed in. "Shes been training harder than ever. Trying to convince her to take a break every now and then is like pulling teeth."

Ayato chuckled at Thoma's words. "Ayaka has struggled these past few months. She is just now starting to come back into herself. Thoma and I have been giving her some space to come back around. Honestly, seeing her work so hard puts my mind at ease. It feels like I'm getting my younger sibling back."

Miko listened to both of the men's words before responding. "That's wonderful news. I was worried about the poor thing after not seeing or hearing about the poor girl for months on end. Certainly, you wouldn't allow her to lock herself away in her room never to be seen again would you?" "Well of course not, but if Ayaka herself is not ready to make a public appearance I certainly cannot force her." Ayato replied. "We'll that brings me to my next question, how long has it been since the young lady has left the manor?" Thoma glanced at Ayato for confirmation before addressing Miko. "Hmm, maybe around five months?"

"Five months you say? now that just wont do. It's not good for such a young woman to keep herself locked away. She'll become a hikikomori in no time at all." Miko shook her head and crossed her arms. "My original intention was to check in on you two, but now that I'm here don't you think it would be a good idea to let her get dime fresh air? Why don't I bring her back to the shrine with me for a while?"

"The shrine?" Ayato repeated. "Yes. It's quiet, tranquil, and close enough to the estate. A prefect place to take a brief reprieve don't you agree?" "This isn't another one of your ways of getting out of your shrine maiden duties is it," asked thoma, tepid accusation coming off his tongue. "Thoma, surely you wouldn't think so lowly of me that I push my duties to a poor girl do you?"

"Hmm. Fair enough." Ayato stood. Miko's pink lips spread across her face. Those words sealed the deal. When Ayaka returned to the common area she saw the threesome standing as if they were about to see their vistor off. "Oh, Lady Miko. Are you leaving already?" The maiden's visits were brief, but not this brief."

"Don't worry little one, you'll be coming with me.""Oh?" Ayaka looked to her brother in confusion. Ayato responded to Ayaka's request for an explanation."The Head Priestess has offered to take you out for the evening. It has been a while since you left the manor. And Periodic outings may prove beneficial for maintaining a sense of normalcy and eventually a return to regular routines. Besides the shrine is quite close." An approving nod from Thoma followed. Miko took all of this in carefully before maneuvering herself behind the confused girl and placing her hands on her shoulders. She leaned in near the girl's face until their cheeks were touching. "I'll have her back by morning," Ayaka swears her teeth looked sharper than normal.____A fusha wagasa stood lone on the wet trail up to Mt Yogou. Violet fireflies danced in and out of the darkness. The sound of Miko's sing-song voice and sandals on wet stone disturbed some of the foxes on the trail. Despite working alongside Miko for years, it was still quite rare for them to be able to speak one one-on-one. They regularly met at different festivals and planning events, however, the conversations there were kept brief and professional. Miko was a busy woman after all. After all the formal jargon at their meetings together, Ayaka found Miko's more casual form of speech a bit dizzying to keep up with. She barraged her with questions and followed up with her own comments, making it difficult for Ayaka to ask her own questions. "How is that brother of yours? Has he managed to find a lover just yet? That brother of yours and what's his name? Oh right, Thoma. Those two seem awfully close. But you know what they say, you should marry your best friend." While Ayaka didn't particularly mind the casual banter, she felt a tinge of discomfort with the intimacy of the subject matter. Additionally, she found herself somewhat flustered, yearning for a more balanced conversation with Miko, one where she felt engaged rather than merely spoken at."And what about you?" Miko suddenly turned her attention to the young woman as they reached the landing of the shrine. Behind them, Tenshukaku stood proudly. The landscape beneath them dotted with violet atop green and surrounded by the indigo of the ocean. Little toy houses came alight as their residents returned. Truly despite everything, despite the near fall of her clan, she still felt love for her island. With all of this in mind it made her want to stay out longer, a stark contrast to how she'd been feeling as of late. However, she was sure she was not ready to face the public again.Using her adept social skills, Ayaka reacted quickly to change the subject. "Lady Miko, why don't we talk about somethi-""Miko.""Hmm?""Miko will do for tonight."The fox's words hinted at the notion that tonight there would be no need for formalities, that somehow tonight was a particularly special night. It was rather thoughtful of Miko to offer her a night out after all. It was normal to worry about your friends, perhaps that was the reason. That and Miko's natural easy-going nature. The two had entered one of Miko's abodes and The fox was shaking the excess rain of the wagasa before placing it into a nearby holder. "Come now. No need to get so shy. It's just girl talk." Miko put her hand on Ayaka's shoulder gently, but firmly enough to hint to the girl that she wanted her to guide her deeper within the abode.The two women set next to one another on their own respective wagases with a view that overlooked the ocean just behind the Sacred Sakura. The full moon illuminated the room. Miko's abode was simple yet elegant. The room smelled of cherry blossoms and there was even a bouquet of qingxins

that was gifted to her by an old friend from Liyue. Since she had missed out on the tea served at the previous gathering, Miko made her a fresh batch. The beverage warmed her belly. Something she was grateful for since the walk up to the shrine had been a chilly one due to the rain. She was even more grateful when the woman offered her a blanket. The soft fabric caressed her skin. Despite her cryo vision giving her a higher tolerance to cold, she still preferred to be warm. Miko leaned against her catching her attention, she had absent =midnedly noticed a laps in the conversation, but was caught up in her appreciation. "You feel rather chilly, dear. Poor thing." Miko cooed at Ayaka while running a hand through her bangs. They were still damp from her post-training shower that she had taken right after Miko's earlier arrival. "You know, you shouldn't train in the rain. You'll catch a cold." Miko leaned in. The hand that was originally running through white bangs rand down Ayaka's cheek to grip her chin. "Let me warm you up." Miko leaned forward and placed a passionate kiss on the young lady’s lips.

The fox’s lips were soft and warm. Nothing like Ayaka had felt before. She thought of the distant memories of her parents kissing after praying over her sleeping form as a child and found no correlation. The sensation on her lips along with the flood of heat pooling in between her legs were a foreign sensation entirely. Instinctively, Ayaka grasped that there was something deeper in this kiss—primal instinct. Ayaka understood it primally. However, Her role as a leader and the principles ingrained in her upbringing vehemently rejected the notion of engaging in a scandalous encounter, especially within the sacred confines of a shrine! “Lady Miko!” Ayaka pushed her hands against the towering figure, but Miko did not budge. Instead, she held the younger woman’s wrists and pulled her back into her. The fox wrapped her arms around the younger and looked into her eyes. “I told you to call me Miko” Her tone was harsher and demanding, as if correcting an underling’s misbehavior, but just as quickly, her tone softened. “What do you want right now Ayaka?” Her soft hands caressed the younger’s cheek again. “Listen to your body. It’ll do you no good to suffer alone.”

Ayaka weakly countered. Where had all her strength gone? “I-it’s indecent…” Gentle astonishment appeared on the heron’s face when she saw the fox laugh, her fangs sparkling in dim candlelight and cold moon gleam. “My dear,” Miko leaned in closer, Ayaka could see the pools of tears that had collected at the coroner of the fox's eyes from her previous laughing fit. “The shrine’s will encourages one to express their true selves. Besides, you're with me, the guuji, if it were that wrong do you think I would allow for it?” A small gasp of realization from the smaller prompted Miko to slide her hands down her arms, up to her shoulders, then down her sides before resting them on her waist. Ayaka shivered. Small sparks of electricity followed the fox’s palms. “Believe me, I can purge even the most hidden of vices, Miko chided.” And with that Ayaka was swallowed once again in a deep kiss that made her drop all of her inhibitions. It felt good. Warm and tingling. But too hot, suddenly the warm tea in her belly felt like it had come to a boil and despite her cryo nature, she could feel herself starting to sweat again. Her chest was pounding and her head felt light and heavy at the same time. Miko broke the kiss to look into the shorter’s eyes. Ayaka's breaths came out in heaves. Her cool cryo-breath mixed with the warmth of the room causing condensation to form as she huffed. Her cool skin was now tinted in a layer of red as blood rushed to the surface. Her eyelids droopy and her pupils dilated. Suddenly her hakama was pulled open by pink fingers. The cooler air came as a relief despite Ayaka’s now diminished reservations. Her nipples hardened under Miko’s gaze. “Oh my, well look at these. Aren't these just adorable. Miko trail kisses all the way down from her cheeks to the hardened buds, Ayaka squeaking with each spark from the fox; 's lips. A wet tongue swirled around taupe areolas then suddenly flicking across the very tip causing Ayaka to shake and squeal. Miko did not let the girl rest as she switch back and forth between each breast, nibbling and sucking, pinching between sharp teeth in quick succession. Ayaka's fingers tangled between pink locks, all the while the slick continued to gather between her legs.

Ayaka was pushed onto her back. She felt cold claws reach under fabric and yank at her fundoshi, exposing her pink puss to the warm air. Miko rubbed hard and slow circles over the woman’s clit as she continued her previous attack on her breasts. Miko savored the taste of each piece of flesh that entered her mouth. Small purple bite marks swelled around Ayaka’s areolas. She moaned in surprise when Miko continued to nip a trail of love bites down her tummy. Miko’s slender tongue wrapped around her sensitive pearl. She mewled at the sudden contact, electricity forcing her back to arch. The room became cloudy with condensation, steam coming in whisps and coating their bodies in a wet sheen. Miko’s warm, wet tongue continued to flick relentlessly before abruptly slowing down. Ayaka whined at the loss of contact. She bucked her hips forward, desperate to reclaim her high. “M-miko?”

“There it is.” Miko moaned out. “Beg for me.”

The inferno in her chilled body shot up exponentially. All decorum that had been trained into her fled at once. Shame left no trace in her body as she begged. “Miko, please. I need it. Need your mouth.” Miko was more than satisfied with this. She was not expecting the head commissioner to break so quickly. Poor thing must have been so deprived, thought Miko. Without another word, she dipped back in between Ayaka’s folds. Ayaka’s lower body was enveloped in a heat unlike any other. Each flick of Miko’s skilled tongue had her seeing stars, and just when she thinks she's about to reach her climax the next flick of Miko’s tongue only takes her higher. Amidst her moans and convulsions, she is just barely able to mutter out a brief and broken “faster”. Miko, not wanting to frustrate the girl too much since it seemed like she was not too experienced, immediately obliged. She did not want to give the woman a bad impression. She would have plenty of time to tease her later. Only a few flicks at the heightened pace sent Ayaka over the edge. She released in a beautiful broken sob. White knuckles held Miko’s head in place as the younger woman came down from her high. Ayaka collapsed in an exhausted heap, puffs of white condensation leaving with each exhalation. Once released, Miko sat up. Licking her lips post-meal, she crawled up face to face with her prey. Ayaka stared back at the priestess through hooded eyes as puffs of condensation still left her heaving lips. Miko pulled off her haiku, letting her full breasts spill out onto the cooler woman’s chest. Pink hardening to a deeper pink at the cooling temperature. “My turn little mouse. Now stick your tongue out.” Ayaka obliged sticking out her small tongue past her pink lips. Leaning down Miko sucked on the wet muscle, intertwining her tongue with hers. Their saliva intermingled and ran down Ayaka’s chin and pooled in the back of her throat, causing her to sputter.

Once satisfied with the mixture of saliva dripping from their mouths, Miko backed up and turned around so her pink snatch was right above Ayaka’s face. Pulling her fundoshi to the side she placed her clit on Ayakas cool tongue. The cool sensation caused Miko’s clit to pulsate, heightening the sensitivity. Miko wet two of her fingers and teased the outside of Ayaka’s slit, circling her fingers around her entrance. Ayaka moaned in anticipation, an itch that she could not scratch appeared in her center, and she knew Miko could reach it. Miko began to grind on Ayaka’s protruding tongue. She inserted both fingers, pumping them in time with her grinding. The primal satisfaction of being filled sent hot pleasure through the younger's womb. Moans spilled out only to be muffled between the fox's wet core. Miko hit her bundle of nerves so perfectly. The fox’s claws became more and more wet with slick. The air was impossibly thick with condensation. Miko let out a series of short, low-pitched moans amidst Ayaka’s longer and high-pitched ones. Suddenly Ayaka’s legs hitched as she reached her peak. A long moan escaped her lips. Miko continued to pump her fingers in and out from between the woman's trembling legs, liquid squirting out with each pump and coating the tatami mats. ”Oh yeah little mouse, get it all out, all of it,” she coaxed. Miko, having more endurance than her shorter counterpart, continued to grind down her slack-jawed mouth. She sat up and began to grind more quickly, grabbing her breast with one hand and using the other to steady herself. Ayaka’s cool tongue on her clit ignited the nerve endings in her clit. The wet sound of slick, skin slapping against skin, slippery arousal running down Ayaka’s chin mixed with saliva, Miko allowed herself to get lost in all of it. With a small groan, she came quickly, arching her back.

As both of them came down from their high, Miko moved off of Ayaka's face to kneel beside her. She gazed upon Ayaka’s reddened face. Her red mouth glistened with cum. She leaned down and kissed the heron on her swollen lips. “Don’t pass out on me now little one. We’re just getting started.”

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