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rentenwins · 2 months ago

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prince’s paintings (crownprince!ricky x reader)

synopsis: crown prince ricky loves art, when he’s not creating art, he loves to observe. when a painting of his takes a detour from its place on the wall, he’s determined to find it.

content: royal!au themes, slice of life, raura (ricky royal aura), sweet lovelicky, gunwook mention, zb1 members as members of the royal court, lowercase intended, gn reader

a/n: long time no write! i wrote this a while ago (around the same time as the prince gyuvin au). i just got back from zb1’s concert, the pcd is HITTING VERY HARD. seeing ricky irl was a life-changing experience tbh. enjoy this!!

wc: 1624

‘oh that’s weird.’ ricky thinks to himself, there’s an odd rectangular blank on the wall where an oil painting of the palace’s garden usually hung. he’s seen other paintings go missing for two or three weeks at most growing up, yet as he grew older, he noticed things more reverently and time became obscure. so really it’s only been a few days since it’s been missing, but ricky had to admit it’s one of his favourite pieces. he missed seeing it whenever he crossed the halls.

however, ricky knew that the paintings were too exquisite to leave the palace, so it was often restored in a room at the end of the palace’s east wing. he makes his way down after breakfast, after being informed his friends, other young men who were noble to the royal family, had wanted to meet the crown prince for lunch. he is dressed in his usual white button-up, black slacks and black dress shoes, forgoing his waistcoat last minute. if he were to wander the halls, he had to look presentable to guests who he would least expect to wander on a random thursday morning.

he passes a few housekeepers, who curtsy as he walks past and he nods with a smile. his sharp and cold features made him develop a habit to smile unconsciously. ricky reaches the last room, knocks on the door and slowly opens it with a creak. he sees a familiar frame laid flat on a large collapsible table with someone’s hair poking out from behind it. you stand and almost flinch seeing the crown prince by the doorway.

“good morning, y-your highness.”

‘smooth’ you cursed internally, but the prince didn’t seem to notice.

“good morning to you too,” ricky steps beside the frame, closer to you. “i don’t think we’ve met before.” he sees a fine brush in your hand, then he looks at the painting. the painting was brighter than he had remembered it being. the mustardy-yellow of the tulips on the foreground were vibrant now, though only half of it seemed to be completed.

“my name is y/n. it’s an honour to meet you, your highness. i’ve been requested to restore this painting by one of the other noble families. i’m sorry for the mess. restoration isn’t exactly one of the cleanest jobs…”

ricky smiles, though you’re not sure if it’s towards the painting or towards your flustered expression.

“i trust you to take care of it, y/n. it’s one of my favourite paintings. i couldn’t help but notice it’s been missing for a few days. i just thought i’d come and see for myself. though i see there’s nothing much for me to worry about at all.”

you blush. you didn’t expect your first interaction with the prince to be one of flattery. your younger brother, gunwook, was right. he really did have an unbeatable aura. you murmur a thank you and he stalks towards the open windows after he nods again. the windows were open to allow circulation in the room, yet he oddly found comfort in the smell of oil paints.

as you resumed the colouration of the tulips, ricky asks from the window, “how long have you been restoring paintings, y/n?”

“i’ve been learning since i was 13 and helping my father with his restoration projects, but i’ve only been doing it myself two years ago. i’ve always liked painting, and the palace has an amazing collection. it’s great to see them in person too.”

ricky smiles to himself. ‘she likes paintings too.’

“tell me what you’ve done so far y/n.” he sits on the lover’s seat by the window.

he encourages your tangent as he learns the intricacies of restoration. you learn that ricky was fond of painting but never had someone to share his hobby with. he told you about his friends, though the relation with gunwook never surfaced. the two of you talked as you continued to restore the painting, moving on from the yellow tulips to the grey stepstones, reaffirming their highlights.

“will you be here everyday?” he asks after a beat of silence. for the second time that morning, you meet his eyes. you knew he was watching intently as you worked on the painting, but only now you’ve seen the curiosity in his eyes. it was almost as if he was… begging?

“y-yes i will, your highness. from the mornings til around 3pm, if i don’t push myself too far that is.” you reply. ricky hums and nods and stands up from his chair. he starts to make his way towards you, and you stand as stiff as a board, unable to meet his gaze.

“well i’ll make sure you don’t. it’s nice meeting you y/n. and please, just call me ricky when it’s just you and i. seems a bit too formal for friends, don’t you think?” ricky almost smirks in your direction. you dumbly blink and make a grave mistake in looking at his face. he was undeniably handsome, gorgeous even. it felt like a crime to look at someone so handsome, yet it also felt criminal to not look aw—

“r-right! yes, your hi— i mean… ricky…” the name felt foreign on your lips, but it made the crown price visibly relax his shoulders, like he was nervous.

“all the best, y/n. look after yourself okay? take a break when you need. the painting doesn’t need to be up right away, now that i know where it is and who’s taking care of it.” he smiles as he walks to the door. you say your goodbyes, and the door shuts behind him.

the crown prince was always a mystery to you, yet now after knowing him, he seemed to be a much bigger one now.

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as promised, ricky was sat for lunch at the patio in between the courtyard and the garden. he sat at the head of the table while the other noblemen sat on the edges, all paying attention to the food set in front of them.

the springtime was ricky’s favourite season. the garden was always extra tended to at this time of year, ricky was always told growing up that the flowers were always blooming for him. he believes it still whenever him and his friends dine within the palace’s gardens. it was no different today. to ricky’s right was zhanghao, his first cousin, followed by yujin, the chamberlain’s son. on ricky’s left was gyuvin, the chancery’s son and consequent apprentice, and next to him was jiwoong, the master of the hunt.

ricky stared off into the distance as his found family squabbled about everything and nothing. from where he sat at the table, he has a perfect view of the winding path of the palace garden, littered with yellow tulips and lovely pink roses dedicated to the queen herself. it was the exact angle that the painting he had seen being restored earlier that morning had been of. he remembered you and his giddiness resurfaces as he remembers your eye for detail. he loved his friends and his cousin at the table, though none of them ever had a love for art like he did.

hao stops his squabbling with yujin and notices ricky’s blank yet fond expression staring at the garden.

“you know for someone who lives in the heart of the palace, one would think you’d be sick of this view by now.” hao says before he takes a bite. gyuvin grunts in agreement while jiwoong looks pointedly at ricky.

ricky has an amused smile on his face, “can’t help it. my favourite painting is based on this garden after all. the springtime makes it look extra pretty.”

jiwoong hums, “i was walking near your quarters the other week, i think i know which one you mean.”

“mm, it’s not there at the moment. it’s being restored just before summer truly sets in,” ricky thinks fondly of his interaction with you earlier in the day. “it’ll be back soon, hopefully soon enough.”

yujin speaks after he finishes a mouthful of food. “i hope it’s back soon,” he starts, “don’t need another episode last winter when you thou—“

hao slaps his hand over yujin's mouth before the younger could finish his sentence, "and that we agreed to never speak of that again!" hao had stopped yujin before it gave ricky a reason to tackle the youngest right then and there. gyuvin fails to repress his laugh while jiwoong looks at ricky's sharp stare at the youngest at the table. he couldn't really tell if ricky would rather tackle yujin to the floor or use the knife on his left hand. either way, he knew ricky was annoyed.

jiwoong coughs to diffuse the situation. “hopefully the painting is back soon enough. i wouldn’t want to get used to a big blank on the wall when i walk down the corridor.”

ricky sighs and drinks from his glass, “i’m sure it’ll be back by next week at most.” though he isn’t sure how accurate that really is. in the past year, he’s often so caught up in his duties that missing paintings were back before he even remembered waiting for them.

gyuvin leans back in his seat as he took the last bite of his food, “mhm, you can only trust restoration so much, you can only hope it looks better than before.” ricky looks at him pointedly, confused at how gyuvin of all people could tell the difference between a restored and a non-restored painting.

through it all, ricky bows his head to hide a fond smile as he remembers your love of details just as he did. “this one’s in good hands, maybe it’ll look better than the garden itself.”

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alma-amentet · 4 months ago

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Why do you dislike the DLC main story so much?

Not to argue or something, just wondering after seeing you ranting in the tags.

I just don't like it. It didn't meet my expectations. In the end, yeah, it comes down to preferences... Though I agree on 'bad writing', and it's just good to know I'm not alone in this.

You know, I'd like it. After all, I knew what I was messing into and didn't expect a happy ending, Age of Abundance (though it was in cut content, so...) or something. It could've been a beautiful tragic story of Miquella loosing parts of himself as a last desperate attempt to fix things but failing.

There are good rewrites, this is one of my favorites

But there are major things that I'll never accept as canon.

Promised consort Retcon. Makes no sense. Bad writing, and I will really die on this hill. Bc no evidence of this in the base game and a weird idea in general. Also how drastically they ruined the battle of Aeonia. Like... really? This feels like fanservice/trollery (assuming fandom's past fights). Horseboy's story should have ended with the festival (for me it did).

'Mohg beating allegations' and all that evil charm thing. First of all, no way he did, he's still an evil bloody cultist. Secondly, him being charmed makes it actually more problematic in some ways. I liked him as a well-designed villain acting on his own and Formless Mother's behalf, the new reveals ruin his character for me. Third, there are known plotholes (like others not acting this way under the charm or why would he travel to the Haligtree and back - could've stayed there or something). In the end, I think it's Ansbach who's a real charmer, charming the fandom. Luckily I'm not into handsome old men, so not buying it. He's devoted to his lord, that's all, no matter how wise and reasonable he may seem (still devoted, mind you).

There are other new bits of lore that look more OK... Though they have plotholes and contradictions, too (questioning ideas of godhood and the Shattering itself - that's what I can remember).

Much's been said in general, not gonna repeat (you can find it in my older posts and reposts). I see people analyzing and rationalizing new lore, enjoying the DLC. Good for them. Even envious at some point. As for myself, no matter how I miss my prev happy times in the fandom, now I see not much sense in discussing it, finding deep meanings etc. Loved to watch lore vids, now I mostly can't even if I want to. Maybe rewatching my older fav ones, but not most new ones. Some content is just upsetting. I'll need it anyway for my own AU and headcanons, so hope I'll find strenght, but not now.

Again, It feels like a joke or trollery, and if the authors themselves treat it this way, why should I bother wasting my time/energy?

There are some other details that are still interesting (like Marika's backtory n stuff), yet again, could've been a beautiful tragic story... but oh.

I used to be in kids/tween fandoms, which were silly by default, neither deep meaning nor dark complex philosophy. Yet some of them were making even more sense in writing, while others were not given high expectations right from the start, that's it.

Not leaving the fandom bc it's not done so easily, will even do some fanarts (finally. hopefully). I think I'll dwell solely on AUs / fixes / rewrites and some visuals without much context. Also on things I liked before the DLC and things I still like (like Maliketh/Marika), and filtering unsettling content as much as I can. But yes, you'll see me venting and supporting other people's rants. Untill my passion fades naturally and switches to something else.

I'll pick up the base game back when I can (my current PC won't run it by any chance), but will notbe buying the DLC. At least, for now.

#sote dlc was a mistake #and I will die on this hill #This is mostly a vent / opinion post no need to argue #If you like the DLC good for you I'm even envious at some point #Miyazaki lied. Miquella died #asks #asks answered #alma.txt #elden ring #shadow of the erdtree

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franjayheadcannons · 2 months ago

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Hello, It's been a while

Hello friends, it's been a while, isn't it? Is crazy to think that this blog will be 10 years next year, that i was just a young adult, still a kid when i started it. I don't know if someone will be interested in reading my ramblings of growing old and art but i would like to think someone do.

I strated this blog in 2015 but the story starts a little earlier. One day, some time before, a few years even, i found in deviantart and artist that i really liked, miss KPenDragon. I was enamored by her art and her stories when i started reading her fanfic "The Bully and the Geek". That's how i started shipping Francis and Sanjay from Fairly Odd Parents. That is quite a condensed version of the story to be honest. In 2015 I decided to start a blog to write my ideas for the ship, reblog KP's content and see if there were any other people who liked this ship. I cannot help but smile reading some of the things i wrote, the way i reacted or the things i drew. Some are funny, other cringe, but in the end it makes me want to hug my little self.

Ten years ago i was a little weird thing, i was supposed to be an adult but i wasn't. I was still a nerdy girl who wanted to make friends and get along with my classmates, i tought that life in college would be different but it wasn't. I was lost, trying very hard and with friends that weren't so... receptive of me having an hyperfixation. My english was weird, a bit broken, my stories were stuffed with cliches and my art was anatomically... funny.

But i was happy creating.

I still remember one night my best friend stayed over and we talked until 8 am. He let me ramble for hours about this Persona FOP AU I was obsessed with. My mom woke up to go to work and almost killed us.

Recently life has been a bitch, I won't talk about it here but let's just say i'm in a very toxic workplace away from family, friends and in a country i cannot simply go out and enjoy my time. All this brought me back to what made me happy, i checked old fandoms and blogs i used to religious check every single day. It brought back memories and made me feel much better. It gave me the itch to draw once again, to write just fun things, not forcing myself to write the dark novel i've been working on for moths.

This brings me back to this blog. I decided that i wanted to come back, even if it's form time to time, to draw and maybe write a bit more. To be sincery i probably will draw funny thing or just Francis and Sanjay being cute together. One day I want to write something heartwrenching, with deep characters and important themes or drae a beautiful piece like the artist i admire, but not all my art have to be like that.

It can be just fun.

I want to draw Schrodinger wearing a stupd sweater or cuddling with a random Sanjay. I want to redraw cute anime bases. I want to use the characters like fashion dolls and just draw cute clothes. I want to write weird ideas for AUs I will never write about, I want to make small one shots with no connection in between them.

Next year I will be 30 and i just want to draw and write like when i was 12, when drew something on a paper and gave my 100%. I used makers, pencils, and was proud by the end of it, not questioning myself, feeling bad because my art isn't "that good" If i can give any advice to anybody reading this: Just do the shit that makes you happy. Maybe when you turn 30 you will have your life together, maybe you will have the job you want, a place of your own and someone you love. Maybe you will be kilometers away from your family and friends in an awful job, not sure of what will happend next. Maybe you are both, with bad things and good things going on.

Either way, buy that cheap BTS pencil case, draw two characters that never had a meaningful interaction in canon kissing, write that shifter omegaverse with weird animals. Just do it.

It's fun. It's nice and it will make you happy.

I dont know how much effot i will put back in this blog, If I will make a post once a year, but i will be back because it makes me happy.

#about #just me rambling #just me being me #being happy

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halfadoginatank · 11 months ago

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Children!Au for COD

I’ve just been thinking that Simons dad would totallyyy get distracted by another woman, a concert, etc etc and leave Simon to the Frey. After befriending the other kids, I JUST KNOW that when Simons dad makes him kiss that snake, he’s running to them and lets them take him to Johnnys mom

..that’s all <3

Oh!!! This is interesting, I dont think I hit all the plot points but I definitely liked the idea enough to lose myself in it a little.

Slight content warning for vauge talks of an overdose.

Simon is trying to keep his head down. The weather was good outside, but now the swarming bodies make it terrifyingly warm. People all around him move to the aggressive music, some look like they're fighting the notes themselves. He keeps shuffling through them, some are in crowds others to themselves, it reminds him of being lost in a grocery store for the first time.

‘agH!”

“Oh shit! Sorry lil man, didn't see ya there, ya good?”

There's a hand in his face, and a person above him. He looks just as scary and spikey as all the people in this god forsaken venue, but he's the first person to offer him a hand when he's fallen.

Simon blunders, checking the pockets in his hoodie and jeans, “s awight.” He mumbles. The older man is patting his shoulder and checking on him,

“I'll putcha somewhere less crowded, yeah?”

Simon nods and blindly follows. The man sits at the bar, and pats the empty stool next to him. Simon bemoans the effort to get up there without making a fool of himself.

“So whatcha doing here? Pretty sure bars are 21 up, right?”

“Not ‘ere. ‘S 16 and up.” Maybe if Simon looks away the man won't actually look at him too hard.

“Ehhh, I dunno kid, you don't look 16 to me?”

Simon turns around and glares with all the nastiness he can muster. “What's it to you!” He was tall for his age, thank you!

The man waves his hands in surrender,

“Okay okay, we got off on the wrong foot, i'm Alan, you are?”

“Simon.”

“Simon! Good cool.”

Alan orders drinks. Waters for both of them. Simon sits there for a while, until the bartender lady comes back and starts talking to Alan, they seem to know each other and Simon doesn't really think he'll be missed, so he slips away trudging to find the restrooms.

“Psst! You don wanna go in there!”

A voice says as he walks into the hallway where the bathrooms split off into genders.

Simon jolts up and looked around, the boy is almost completely invisible, but when the stage lights pulse Simon can sort of see him, squatting in an open maintenance closet .

He leaned down, the boy looked a little younger than him. “Why not?”

The boy shook his head, Simon paused to look at the top of it, where hair seemed to grow longer than the uneven sides. “There's a lady in there! N a weird looking lad! You canna go in there! You dont wanna see it!”

Simon shuffled to sit down across from him, squinting his eyes like that will make the boy's Scottish accent easier to understand. A weird looking man? Running of to the bathroom with a woman? He grimaced.

“S probably my dad, he left a while ago and I can't just run away.”

“Then youre a steamin’ idiot! Ya dont wanna see it nuh uh!”

“Stop being a baby! I told you s probably my dad!”

“Then ur pa belongs in prison!”

The boy shrieked, simon stilled,

“What?”

The boy pulled up close to Simon's face, “I don’ think the lady's, awright..” he whispered.”

Simon looked away, trying to tuck in on himself.

“Wha's your name?” The boy asked.

“Simon.”

“Well I'm John! Mah friends can call me Johnny if I get some coin for it!”

Simon tried to hide his laugh in his hands. “That's stupid. Why would they have to pay?.

“Cause i don like it when they call me that!” John shook his head, “but.. You look like you're having a rough time! So you can call me that for free!”

Simon rolled his eyes, come to think of it. Here, in this club's shotty maintenance closet with no door, is probably the first time in weeks he's talked to someone his age or younger, besides Tommy.

“How old are you?” Simon asked.

“I'm 9! What about you?”

Simon shrugged, “12… maybe?”

“Maybe?”

“Maybe Johnny, maybe.”

Johnny snorted and went to bonk Simon's shoulder with his own forehead. “Ya called me it!”

“mmhm”

[» «]

Simon found out exactly why Johnny didn't want him going in the bathroom after the boy's sister (the pretty bartender) came looking for him.

They parted. Simon thinks he's never really seen a kid that happy, was he like that? Probably not, definitely not.

Not after what happened in that bathroom.

He didn't think he could associate that night with anything else but the rolled back eyes of a dead woman, and his father's manic laughter. (In the years that come, simon will be forced to remember he laughed along with him)

But, in the years past that, Simon will die, be replaced by Ghost and sit at a table in a bar with his task force, the formidable 141, the three men who made his work life more than just that- work.

“Okay then, what's the first time you've ever seen a dead body, since you wanna get ‘deep’”

Gost looked up from his drink, Soap and Gaz flanked him, as the three of them sat around a square table at the bar. Price off talking to Kate on the phone, they had been playing a game, the kind with questions evidently. Though the question was meant for Soap, Ghost traced the rim of his glass with a gloved finger. There had been many bodies in his life, ones he made himself, the ones he would never forget.

He felt a quiet mourning for the first one.

“It was a lass, I remember, but I was pretty young…” Soap began his story and Ghost settled in to listen, Johnny's stories were always engaging, he supposed it's just like him to make even his words pretty.

“I was maybe, nine? My sister went off to college somewhere in Manchester and my parents were off doing god knows what so they sent her to look after me.” Ghost watched as Soap looked into his empty pint glass and chewed on his cheek.

He was more interested now, he hadn't thought hide or hair of his hometown, and frankly Soap had never mentioned any family living there.

“Well, she said she couldn't leave me at her place, so she dragged me to work. Picture this! Me, a tiny little lad following my sister to a damn pub! She made me follow all sortsa rules before she sat me in the break room.” Soap laughed and waves his hands around, Ghost looks more at his face, the wrinkles between his brow. He hasn't forgotten what question prompted it, and from a look at Gaz he hadn't either.

“Well, ah I had to use the john…” Soap quieted down. “Uh, there was a woman in there, wasn't all that well off. A man came in there too, I guess there was some talking goin on before he left.”

Soap cleared his throat,

“Lady died of an overdose, in the stall. I bolted after the man came back. Hid in one of the closets.”

Ghost had a feeling he knew this already, a boy finding a woman dead in a bar in Manchester, hiding in a closet. Only, Simon didn't get a chance to hide once he'd seen it.

“That's all.” Soap put his hands on the table and looked to the ceiling, “pretty much it. Hid there with another boy, older than me, said the guy in there was his dad and we sat there until my sister found me.”

another boy?

Well,

It was really only after Simon had put the mask on his nightstand, retired Ghost for the night, that he thought about the night in full. Bothered to remember it, remember the other boy who had told him not to go there, who had protected Simon for a while longer.

He yearned to rush to Soap's room, tell him he was the other boy, the quiet preteen who barely understood him, he wanted to thank Soap, for giving him even a bit of joy during that night.

Instead, Simon began to dream of a world where Johnny and him had stayed friends after that night, some magical world where he lived in Manchester and in Simon's darkest moments, he could run to the MacTavish's and hide with a family less broken than his.

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#mw2 2022 #cod modern warfare #call of duty mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #ghostsoap #johnny soap mactavish #drabble #call of duty modern warfare #modern warfare #modern warfare 2 #cod mw3

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naminethewriter · 1 year ago

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Reminiscence

Let's have a Blast from the Past for @loceitweek Day 6, both in the story and as a callback! Because this is set in my AU where Logan and Remus are Janus' fathers! The other stories related to this - but not necessary to have read to understand this - are Today's Topic: Snakes, The Third Snake Plan and As Long As You Try Your Best. (I would make them into a series, I just don't have a good name for it...)

Masterpost | Loceit Week 2023 Masterpost | Ao3

Summary: Janus is about to move to college. It's a big change for both him and his fathers.

Content Warnings: mentions of snakes

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Janus sighed as he looked around the room. It was so weird seeing so empty. This had been his room, his safe haven his entire life but now it was time to leave for college. It still felt unreal to him.

A knock on his open door pulled him out of his thoughts. He looked over to see his father leaning against the frame. He was smiling but it seemed not quite genuine.

“How is the packing coming along?”

“I’m mostly done,” Janus hummed, again surveying the room. “This feels really weird though.”

“It does, doesn’t it? I always thought that the tearful goodbyes as the child heads off to college in movies were very overexaggerated but now that I’m faced with the reality myself? I can see where they are coming from.”

“Well, I didn’t think you would be the emotional one about my move and not Dad.”

“Oh, believe me, he will be more emotional than me when you actually get in the car. These kinds of things hit him more in the moment than during the built-up.”

“Yeah, I know.” Janus smiled sadly. He was excited to go to college, to stand on his own two feet and meet new people while also having Virgil around still (he said that he agreed to go to the same college as his cousin because of his anxiety but secretly he’s very happy to have Virgil as a constant himself. Also removes the issue about having to get along with a stranger as his roommate,) but he would miss his dads.

“Repurposing this room will take some time to get used to as well,” his father added, finally walking inside and towards Janus’ desk on which some mementos were gathered.

“You didn’t need to do that right away, by the way. I will come to visit during breaks, you know,” Janus snorted, joining his father as he leafed through a photo album.

“It wasn’t needed in the sense that we needed the space, but I think it is better for both your Dad’s and my headspace to do so. Maintaining this room just for you to eventually visit us is not the kind of parent I want to be. There will be a place to sleep for you here, always, of course but it won’t just be yours anymore unless you move back in at some point. Which you are free to do for any reason, of course.”

“Thanks, Papa,” Janus laughed, leaning against his father’s side as they looked at the pictures together. “Oh, look, it’s Jake, John and Joey!” He pointed to a picture of himself around seven years old with three snakes wrapped around his arms and neck. “I miss those three.”

“I imagine you would. You were devastated when they passed.” Logan laid a hand on his son’s shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly.

“Yeah, they were my best friends for so long,” Janus whispered, thumbing over the photo once. “Did Dad ever tell you I took Jake to great-aunt Cathy’s funeral?” Logan let go of his shoulder and faced him with a raised brow.

“He did not. Why would he allow you to do that?”

“Oh, he didn’t,” Janus laughed. “I just told him about it when I convinced him to buy me John.”

“I see. You have always been very good at wrapping Remus around your finger. He just never learned how to say no to you.”

“Oh, please, I could wrap you around my finger just as well.”

“I can’t truly deny that,” Logan laughed.

“What are you two talking about without me?” Janus’ other father suddenly called from the door, making the other two turn around to face him.

“Just reminiscing a bit, dear,” Logan explained and held out a hand to Remus as an invitation to join them. “Want to take some time to just look at some pictures together?”

“Hell yeah! Anything that gets me out of carrying me stuff to the garage!”

Janus chuckled as he watched his Dad’s antics. He was going to miss both of his fathers so much but as strange as that may sound, he kinda looked forward to it.

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ghastlybin · 2 years ago

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Reader has a strong passion for everything is creepy and dark and she likes to visit old castles and mansions. In one one her trips, she goes in a real beautiful gothic castle but she find the owner: Kim Bora (also SuA is a vampire and they fall in love)

Dude, vampire SuA can on GOD ruin me I am not kidding I don’t even really care for vampires as much as other mythical beings but this is an exception fr and I think I like vampires a little more now that Bora is one SHEESH 🥵 as always, thank you so much for requesting btw!! So sorry if this is late or bad💜💜🫶🫶🥹 ily though but goodnight lol

Pairing: Vampire! SuA x GN Reader

Word count: 1.8k

Genre/contents: Maybe a mixture of angst and fluff? Vampire AU

TW: talks of blood & blood sucking, missing people, implied m u r d e r, cannibal mention but no cannibals involved, I know veins are triggers for some people, these are all just mentions though I’m not detailed about these things but to be safe I will include them here anyway

Note: y’all already know I have to overexplain myself lmao I’m bad at fluff relating to falling in love so please excuse my attempt at it, I also love horror/creepy/dark things so… Yeah. I loved this request sm!! :,) Also also, I lowkey (like 5%) based Bora’s castle off of Castle Dimitrescu from Resident Evil Village because it was a pretty cool & beautiful fcking castle in the game if I gotta say :,) except the window entrance ofc I improvised that shit lol but I hope you enjoy it and that it’s up to your standards, otherwise please please let me know! I’m always open for constructive criticism. 🥹 Adios, until next time

Fck it we’re using this gif again.

On the way out of town, you’ll feel bittersweet, and all the more refreshing, the feeling of leaving the city in your rearview.

Where the roads get narrowly winding and more flora is evident around you and the further the road takes you, you see why you left the city.

And why you may never return.

It was beautiful.

The way certain things unsettled most, how with just the right amount of shade you could turn something completely mundane and make it dark.

From the webs of spiders to coffins, to the macabre style contained in the form of artwork, stories, the horror, even.

The eerie allure of the darkness had to it.

The century-old castles, mansions, and even regular townhomes- All untouched and deprived of signs of life, and at the same time they looked lived in.

The haunting beauty of it all.

You were in the chokehold of all things creepy, all things dark, and a deep-set curiosity.

You didn’t mind the way it all made you feel. Some would say you’re just braver than the rest, others would say you’re weird or that you’ve simply just embraced the darkness.

Maybe you were brave.

Maybe they were weird for not seeing the way you saw things.

Maybe you have embraced the darkness.

You were never afraid of the dark.

You loved it. Growing up, you imagined yourself living in a dark castle or mansion that gave everyone in town eerie chills that would unnerve them to look at, and yet they were still very beautiful to look at.

The other kids back then would debate which urban legend they believed Castle Bora held more.

The one where a vampire was living there in that unexplored, untouched, and far from society-castle- where it was meant to be. That Bora was the name of the vampire living there.

Or the one where Bora was a cannibalistic witch that would lure young people into her Castle to feed on their blood to keep her youth.

You argued that that was still a vampire, not a witch at all, and there was a vastly large difference between vampires, cannibals, and witches.

No one ever listened to your explanations.

But you at least knew the difference between the three.

Castle Bora.

Its grand walls encompassed the area, the pointed arches, the vaulted ceilings that were located on the inside, and the grey tint to the exterior topped off the beauty of the castle altogether.

You knew since you were a kid that you would explore the castle.

You’ve explored Castle Handong, Castle Yoohyeon, and even Castle Yubin before it had closed off to the public for reasons unknown.

Castle Bora has been your goal exploration and the day had finally come.

You had enough money for the transportation, you knew the route thereafter that too had been kept hidden from the public after someone had gone missing when going that same route.

An explorer of old castles and mansions, they said.

That only made you anticipate the trip more. The fascination of what was out there with you and this beautiful castle.

You weren’t crazy, and you didn’t have a death wish.

But you were going to explore this castle.

If that meant sharing the same fate? Well, death was never one of your fears anyway.

The long, winding road stretched on as you drove, excitement building up inside of you as you were finally going to live out your childhood dream.

The paved roads turned into dirt, the trees became more close-knit, and civilization was far beyond you.

And there it was, Castle Bora. Home to the late Kim Bora.

You pulled over to a stop just before the road had been cut off before the gates.

The centuries-old castle looked to be well taken care of, to your surprise. You stopped your car and grabbed a camera and a notepad to transfer to your journal later on before heading for the front gates.

To further your surprise, the gates opened with ease, the loud creak it made was the only sound accompanying you in the isolated area.

The main door was locked, to your dismay, but you’ve never been one to give up. Not when you were this close to getting in.

One thing you learned from the other castles was; there is always at least one window unlocked.

Luckily, you found that one window and it let you into a room that exited into something reminiscent of a main hall located on the other side of the main entrance.

You marveled at the sight.

The beautiful exterior, the chandelier that hung in the middle of the main hall with stairs spiraling upwards, and the wallpaper that had been maintained for centuries.

You took as many photos as you could as well as notes to help keep the memory fresh in your mind for later.

You began to ascend the stairs but were immediately greeted by a rough shove back down the stairs.

Luckily you were only two steps up and didn’t fall as hard as it felt.

Your camera was still intact, but it had slid across the slippery linoleum tiles of the main hall along with your notepad.

“Breaking into my castle, taking photos, notes… Who are you and why shouldn’t I kill you right here?”

You were in a trance seeing the woman descending the stairs and hovering over you. Her beauty was mesmerizing in ways you couldn’t begin to describe,

“I didn’t know someone lived here.”

The woman pulled you up to your feet, harshly by the collar of your shirt.

“No one warned you about me?” She bore a hole into your eyes and for a minute, you felt her peering into your soul.

“Bora?” The corners of your mouth curled upwards. “It’s so cool to meet you.”

Bora blinked, taken aback as she let go of your shirt. “Why aren’t you screaming?”

“That would be rude, wouldn’t it?” You fixed your shirt and retrieved your camera and notepad.

“Everyone screams when they see me.”

You checked your camera to see if it was still functioning. “Why?”

You met her eyes right as she snarled, showing you her fangs and running her tongue under the sharp tip.

“You should fear me.”

And you smiled, even more captivated by her.

“I should,” you took a step closer to her. “But I don’t. You are my role model.”

Bora glared at you, but only for a second and out of disbelief.

You were the first human that hadn’t screamed or tried running away from her. The first human she didn’t immediately lunge at and suck the blood right out of your veins.

The first time she had ever been called a role model.

“If you aren’t going to kick me out, might I request a tour of this beautiful castle?” You mentally prepared yourself for the rejection, seeing as you did break in thinking no one lived here.

But Bora accepted.

She showed you around the entire castle and even let you take more photos and notes. She watched the excited gleam in your eyes the further in she took you.

Everything about her castle she thought was average, you treated it as gold. She appreciated that you were careful as to not make any messes and asked her before you took any other pictures.

It was when you had tilted your head to view a sculpture she had on display for centuries, that she saw the crook of your beck exposed and the veins lying under the layers of skin that could be easily broken by her fangs.

And for the first time in centuries, she fought the urge. The craving or need to taste your blood.

The hunger she felt within.

She wanted you.

But she fought it. She fought it because she was your role model.

She fought it because of how appreciative you were during the tour of her castle.

She fought it because you were the first person in centuries that didn’t treat her as a monster.

Bora wasn’t a witch or a cannibal.

But she was a vampire and vampires have needs too.

“Are your fangs real?” You asked.

Bora snapped out of her craving for sinking her teeth into your neck with a nod.

“So you’re a vampire?” Saying that out loud, you felt silly. Who would ask something like that in someone else’s home?

“Yes.” Bora uttered. You smiled, fascinated.

“Cool.”

“It’s cool until you have to watch every mortal you love die before you.”

Your smile faded a little, and a hint of guilt surfaced.

“Do you want to turn me?”

“Absolutely not.” Bora immediately shook her head. She would never wish her condition on anyone else.

The pain and isolation she’s faced.

Even now, meeting you, she wouldn’t consider it. She was beginning to like your company too.

But she would never simply turn anyone.

“Shame. I wouldn’t mind living here forever.” You spoke, closing your notepad as the tour ended.

“Guess it’s time for me to go?” You looked at her expectantly, hoping she would lead you back to the main entrance.

Hearing you say that, Bora felt the isolation over the centuries kicking in again.

You were invested in her castle, you even broke in to see it. That kind of dedication was admirable to her. And now you were talking about leaving.

Possibly never seeing her again.

“Would you like to stay for dinner?” Bora blurted, immediately trying to remain cool.

“I promise, it’s not human meat or blood.”

“I would love to.” You smiled, accepting her offer without a moment's hesitation.

She wondered if you’d still have said yes if it were human meat and blood she’d be serving.

You were someone Bora liked having around, despite you breaking in and her almost pouncing on you first thing.

You were someone Bora yearned for in her period of isolation.

Maybe not you specifically, but someone who didn’t run away screaming in terror. Someone who didn’t seem to care that she was a monster.

It scared her to have met you.

Seeing your face, hearing your voice, the faint scent of your blood as you stood beside her, walking beside her, and how she might lunge at you at any given moment if the urge got too strong.

No.

Bora wasn’t afraid because you were a human vessel full of fresh blood.

She was afraid for the first time in centuries, she felt a beat in her chest where her heart should be.

She was afraid of how alive you made her feel by meeting you.

She was afraid you, too, would leave.

“Right this way.”

Bora hoped you would visit her again.

And with a smile, you would vow to.

Back in the city, you’ll smell the pollution of car exhaust and hear cars honking, people chattering, and school or church bells ringing.

And you’ll wish you had never returned.

#dreamcatcher x reader #dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher au #dreamcatcher sua #dreamcatcher sua x reader #dreamcatcher bora

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gregorygerwitz · 2 years ago

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I want to preface this with I respect your decision as a writer to have mouse not drink caffeine as a recovering addict.

But I would also like to say that some addicts turn to other "benign" addictive substances while in the recovery phase and then wean off of them, in turn, to help with withdrawals and to soothe the ache of having been addicted and missing the substance, it's a way to cope. So that may have been deliberate on the part of the writers, but even if it wasn't, it still makes sense from an addiction standpoint, particularly if the recovery is undertaken mostly on your own. A substitute is sometimes even recommended by professionals. Things like sugar (jelly beans) and caffeine, (energy drinks, coffee) are common for people in recovery to turn to!

I'm used to people pushing back against that headcanon because "tea has caffeine too!!!" (I know that, because I have to watch what tea I buy, personally, so I don't get anything that doesn't have a crazy caffeine content because I'm cutting back so much myself) so I was braced for that. This is a very pleasant surprise, and something I didn't personally consider because I can research and babble and talk myself in circles any day of the week, but I freely admit that I have very little relevant experience in the realm of addiction.

I did recognize that habit with the jellybeans! Although, I think that's a little bit easier to pick up on considering what little we know about Mouse's past substance abuse - the only real concrete detail is Jay's "popping pills" comment in 4x02, and as a lover of jellybeans (and someone who is on prescription medication), I know the shape and the mouthfeel. I realized he's snacking on jelly beans in 4x04 of Chicago Fire and immediately made the connection of "oh, that's potentially an open opportunity for angst! that might be a way of self-medicating his own self-medication!"

Alternatively, I know that some of the times we see Jay snacking or eating or drinking something on screen, it's just Jesse needing a snack on a long set day. So this could very feasibly be Sam just munching or grabbing something he thinks looks good or he planted in the fridge during the take.

Personally, I am very hesitant to think the writers did something like that on purpose, simply because the writing around Mouse, specifically was... not good. I have quite a few complaints about how underused he was even as a side character, the way the team treated him, all of that. I just feel like they didn't put enough thought into Mouse as a character to make a little decision with big meaning like that? Especially when we see him high and a little off the legal rails in 1x15, his first appearance, there's a short conversation about it when he appears again in 2x16, and then absolutely nothing else about him or his backstory outside of Jay in any capacity until 4x02 when he got his past addiction and felony record thrown in his face.

That being said, I could be wrong! I wasn't in the writers' room, and I don't know what they or Sam were thinking when those scenes were being written and filmed. It could have also been a directorial decision made on the spot when they were filming the scene!

I was going to put a gif of Mouse with the energy drink here but apparently I don't have one that actually shows the can??? Weird. I'll have to add that to my list of things to make after the move when I get settled in.

But thank you for the insight! I probably won't change how I write him, just because 90% of the time I ignore canon and write in AUs anyway, but it definitely adds some interesting depth to those scenes when I rewatch them! 💜

#answered #anon #alex says things #mouse gerwitz #greg gerwitz #greg mouse gerwitz #cpd #chicago pd #one chicago #addictions cw #drug use cw

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misses-kiseki-san · 1 year ago

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Hayo!

Welcome to the Kiseki-san's blog!

Im Kiseki-san (misses kiseki for you) and im owner of this page

It purpose: to make the Best improvement in my drawing/animation skills and improve my writing skills too.

Can i interact?

Yes! Ofcourse!

I just happen to dislike some people's behaviour and "interest" if you culd say... so, please do not interact if:

Pedophilia/MAPs or any of these kind of people

Rasism of any kind, (every human is god's beloved creation, it is what it is, swallow it)

Xenophopics (you are safe here, but please speak in inglish or spanish i only understand those <:3)

Homophobics (you are safe here, gay human person, you are safe in here)

Furries (don't get me wrong, some furries are healty abaut it, but some others... are disgusting abaut it, so please, if you happen to be a furrie, please be healty abaut it)

Thse People who think sexual harrasment is a sexual orientation, it is not, please deposite your life into the SCP fundación and pray for a death painfully and grotesc ♡

Zoophilics (you know the reason)

L.eage of Legends level of toxicity, calm down

Toxic masculinity

Toxic feminity

Toxic lgbtq traits

Toxic genderneutral People (yea these exist, these are the worst, you haven't hear them)

Toxic religious traits

Vegans (some Vegans are just naturaly toxic, if you happen to be Vegan, be healty abaut it, as you once promised

Porn bots

Terfs

[Space to put something else here]

So anyways, now i will put what you are allowed to do and what not!

Can i sent an ask?

Sure! As long as you are respectfull i will apresiate some ask! Both to myself and to my characters (that im willing to introduce to this hellhole called tumblr)

Can i message you?

Yes you can but please keep your boundaries and keep it cool and not weird (like sendng d-picks, spam, some sexual related interactions, bulling me, trying to dox me etc)

Can i do a collab with you?

I wuld love to! But im currently unable to do collabs (i don't know how to do it)

Can you draw my character in your style?

Sure thing! But don't expect it to be the next day that you send your request, as i said once: i have a procrastination issue, so it will take a while for me to even finish 1 thing... sorry!

Can you animate me?

You have no idea how much i'd love to, but i have 0 to 5 knowledge of animation, it will be crusty and bad probably, but don't worry! I'll get better! I promise

Can you make some headcannons request?

YES! but i don't know a lot of things, latetly i have been doing some rainbow friends headcannons but these are going in the other blog (i'll move those in here) so if you ask me some headcannons of thsese murderous blorbos then i'll be most glad!

Can i sent you a pic?

Yea, but make sure it isn’t a dick pic pr you are getting eeported and blocked lolz

Can i call you by some name?

Kiseki, Kiseki-San, misses Kiseki, san Kiseki, misses Kiseki-San, Kiseki-san-san, Misses misses kiseki, i culd keep on going

Can you make an ask box for your characters or for some characters in some AUs you have?

YES! IT WILL HAPPEN!!! just be patient, someday this will be big

So wait for it

I have another acaunt but this one is going to be the one were i publish content of mine and the other to put reblogs. It wuld be more organizared i will put the drawings, animations and headcannons i have done in there and will make more stuff in here! So be patient with me, im working in procrastination

Some day this will be big, so if you happen to be interested in my content then please follow me in this acaunt! And the other one too please! And i will be most gratefull for that

Wellp i gues this is all, i'll go to be lazy again now

K' bye

#hello world #hello tumblr #Kiseki-san #Misses Kiseki-San #Kiseki #san #beginner artist #beginner blogger #beginner animator #beginner writer #(?)#(?) i guess #Kiseki's post #someday this will be big #please follow #please support

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moni-logues · 1 year ago

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I think I understand what you mean about true crime, it's like the industry romanticizes it, right? I also don't like the way it's told/popularized by the media in a way. That whole Dahmer documentary on Netflix and everyone transforming/dressing like him and falling in love with Dahmer was kind of disgusting. But I want to study psychology someday, so it's something that kind of appeals to me.

Yeah, I saw Dexter. I think Dexter and Hannibal are like: 101 Popular Psychopaths You Should Know.

And yeah, I meant like a reader x member story that's not told from the reader's point of view. But I've also never read anything with a third-person narrator. I miss that when I read fics instead of books. I'm sorry, it's just that English isn't my first language.

About uni aus… it's not that I don't like it completely, you know? It's just something that doesn't make me want to read, you know? I find it a bit… silly, BUT I still read it, even if I don't like it that much, I think that even if I don't like it, I can still get something out of the story that I can enjoy or learn from. And sometimes it's something you learn to like over time,

me from five years ago would say: who reads fantasy? what's the point? is it to escape yourself and your boring capitalist life?

I've read a lot of fantasy nowadays and would probably say to the me of the past: What's the big deal? girl, what's the big deal with YOU? try reading, have fun even if you don't like it or hate it. And what I'm talking about… I love to read things I hate just to torture myself... yes, I'm that weird.

but, of course, your case is different, you don't like/love this kind of type of reading/trope

That said, I'm reading After Hours by @archivedkookie. It's uni au! but I also love basketball and I love Yoongi so… it's the best of both worlds.

If you liked Hali's Angel, try Obsidian's Yoongi, also by Hali (I'm sus to talk about it, I've read it a hundred times). Hali challenges you with what you don't like? 😁😁 She's good, right? 🤪 And now that I realize I misspelled it, it's @pennyellee.

Thank YOU for interacting with me, I know you're busy and I really love interacting with people and getting to know them better. -lilshy

girl, istg, I am the least busy person in the world lmaoooooo I have NO social life in the city I live in so my weekends are just me on my one lol I was supposed to be painting my bathroom as it's been replastered but the plaster hasn't fucking dried yet so I've done nothing. I got out of bed at noon today 😅😅

and yes that Dahmer shit is exactly the thing I'm talking about. it's fucking gross and there's a lot of true crime stuff where victims' families are like... very much still alive (or even victims themselves depending on the crime) and I find it kind of weird and gross that people are so fucking rabid about consuming content and getting excited about like.... the worst experiences of people's lives y'know?

haha I have grown out of hate-reading! now, if I don't like something, I give up, or I skim very quickly to see how it turns out. but I don't want to waste time on things I don't enjoy. life is too short and too difficult and too miserable already y'know? i need to spend time with what I like.

I feel like I might have seen After Hours on my dash but I've not read that either! I have so many fics in my likes right now waiting to be read that it's going to start giving me anxiety lol but I will bear it in mind when I've got through some!

and honestly, all of Hali's masterlist (that I've not read already) is on my tbr list. she's a prolific bitch (affectionate) lmao 🤣 AND Jai @gimmethatagustd

#lilshy #ask logs

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trenchcoatsbi · 1 year ago

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Don't mind me, just popping in the inbox to rant for a few minutes!

I have a love/hate relationship with the mcyt fandom. And a lot of the hate part is due to my source. Because in source, I don't act like I did. I don't look the same. Hell, I was never on HermitCraft. It's like looking at a poor mimicry of my life. While at first it felt more like home, now it's just weird sometimes. The more I learn about how canon divergent I am, the more I feel a disconnect. Hermitcraft is unfamiliar, 3rd Life is home and heartbreak at once, Last Life is a time I wish I could forget, Double Life can go die (dramatic and not serious), Limited Life holds memories so sweet and so mournful. Helscraft, Dogwarts 2.0, Bird Life, and the Watcher's Realm don't exist in this life.

And whenever I end up writing something with the characterization that I remember from my canon, it's so ridiculously 'out of character' by the standard set by the source in this life. I don't think most of the ccs remember much about the plot of 3rd life. the fandom doesn't care much about anyone who isn't doing big lore. They're willing to forget me and the other soldiers.

I'm getting to the point I wish I could claim myself and the others I hold dearly from my canon as OCs. I wish I could claim I made them up and not get yelled at for making content that's 'ooc'. I wish I wasn't afraid to write something because it might get no attention. I wish I had an excuse to feel uncomfortable with the forgetting of the plot.

I'm already going to do the above with my Voidling/Void Starling Cookie timeline. It won't hurt if I just leave out it's based on mcyt storylines. All the storylines are from 1-2 years ago already (empires s1, 3rd life). I don't plan on posting it for a while (if at all), especially not pictures. Besides, the crk fandom is huge. Even if I post some writing, there's probably a low chance someone will catch on.

I just wanna not feel guilty about writing my family and friends the way I remember them - Voidling Anon

Oof I get that. Gonna be honest I just pretend I’m writing my own stories nowadays whenever I miss people and want to make content of them. Even if its not horribly divergent I just slap a new coat of paint on everything and go yeah no this is an oc. That or I go the au route, but mostly it’s just me going and making “ocs” all the time.

It’s understandable tbh. I’m generally not too canon divergent like you but even with just little things the whole disconnect from source can be rough. Ya gotta do what ya gotta do. just do whatever will make you feel the most comfortable at the end of the day

#phil posts #sbi asks #voidling anon

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maigo-san · 2 years ago

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hi zig!! can i ask ❤️💭 and 💣 for the ask game? (((o(*°▽°*)o)))

hi leafie!!! Sorry for the late reply, I just got on my tumblr tonight since my touch screen is a bit of a mess lol

I've answered ❤️ and 💣 here, so I'm gonna repost the answers here, answer 💭 and one that I haven't answered which is ☀️!

❤️ - what are your favorite kind of RenTan stories? (Canon, Rengoku lives, modern… etc)

definitely, Rengoku Lives stories since it's just the default. It's so fun to fiddle with it. Maybe it's because of the time period or the fact that it's directly from gtg's ideas, it just hits harder. But I've been really liking stories where one or both of them are mystical beings, whether it's the konpon au, dragon tan, fox scholar kyou~ I can't choose, they're all so gooood

💣 - share your most controversial RenTan take. Set your thoughts ablaze!!

BHAHAHA WHYYYYY

Kyoujurou has a fat ass!

jk.

I honestly don't know~ maybe one of the reasons I'm die-hard for rntn out of all of my ships is because I tolerate most headcanon lmfao even the darkest or dead dovey... idk. I wrote and made some questionable stuff myself so usually, if there's an au or trope I can't get behind, it's just how the author/artist executes it and if I have the energy, I'll try it with my own version. I get to make something I like and rntn gets more content

Like for example, I think Kyoujurou is not as experienced as Tanjirou just because he's older. There's barely anything he accomplished romantically or sexually around those five years gap. He's as young and awkward as Tan. But I can see why people would think that. He's adored by so many people. But so was Tanjirou and I feel, if Tanjirou becomes a charcoal burner for a bit longer, it could be the other way around since Kyoujurou is a bit intimidating.

Hey, maybe he learned everything just from three volumes of shunga and erotic novels!

💭 - In a world where the train ride lasted longer, what do Rengoku and Tanjiro dream of?

this is a very interesting question tbh. To make the train longer, that means Nezuko had to get out of her box way later so she didn't knock Tanjirou's forehead and cried when it bled. As for Kyoujurou, his dream did last the longest out of all of them and I know it was for the kamabokos' screen time, but I still love to speculate on what takes him so long to wake up.

I like the idea of Tanjirou noticing the uncanniness of the dream. Maybe Nezuko finally came down from picking veggies and he asked things like, "where are your nozzles?" or wondered why Nezuko's eyes looked weird (since he got used to her demon eyes). I imagine he had to live till the next day and had to go down to sell charcoal and heard whispers of villagers about a missing person and started sniffing the air for a trace of something he didn't know but he had a bad feeling about. I wanted to see him realize that he had been living with demons all his life and that slow and damning realization is enough to wake him up.

But as for Kyoujurou, I like to think that he succumbs further and deeper into his dream instead. And I feel he'll just dream about waiting.

Like somehow time stretches and no crow called him for a mission until the sky turns dark and he had to eat dinner with his family which is just filled with silence and awkwardness with Kyoujurou occasionally trying to strike up a conversation with Senjurou about school or something. His father don't usually eat with them but maybe in that particular day, Shinjurou got out of his room to join them and when Kyoujurou tried to strike up a conversation, which sadly only revolves around demon slaying, it pissed Shinjurou off and he went on ranting about Kyoujurou taking this too seriously or wondering why Kyoujurou didn't have anything else to talk about.

Someone told me Kyoujurou is the only one who has a shitty dream lol and I get it but it's more like it purposely mimics his real life not only because Enmnu won't blow his cover but aEnmu's blood demon art probably also deems it the life he "wanted". Like, to Kyoujurou it's impossible to accept a different reality. It'll be too uncanny for him and he'll wake up sooner.

But then, I'm gonna twist canon a bit, during the last scene of Mugen Train he said he remembered to tell Tanjirou to visit his family home. So as the dream continues, he started to daydream. How he wished he had a tsuguko. He wished in his bleak world, he met someone new that could maybe give a bit of color. He's grateful for his family but he said so himself, he's constantly worried about Senjurou and that he had it worse than Kyou, he really felt the family fell apart after Ruka died, and he never smiled whenever talking to Shinjurou.

Somehow he saw flashes of checkered haori like when Tan saw flashes of Nezuko's box. After dinner, he chased after that mysterious back around the very quiet and maze-like neighborhood and he still didn't see it coming. Like he still didn't realize he was under BDA attack. Cuz I think, in Enmu's logic, Tanjirou could be the "dream that he wanted". Like, maybe at first it seemed he wanted life to be the way it is, but apparently, he also has his own desire which is to meet someone new.

He might not remember Tanjirou's name or face but he had this strong feeling when he saw dream-Tanjirou and it pushes him further and further away from reality.

Maybe by the time he catches Tanjirou's shadow, the whole world crumbles because the girl finally pierced his spiritual core OR when he catches Tanjirou's shadow, he could hear Tanjirou's voice around him but not from dream Tanjirou, but from real Tanjirou who was trying to wake him up, screaming his name.

☀️ - How did you watch Mugen train for the first time? (In theaters, at home…)

Watched it at home on some illegal streaming site (I haven't installed netflix at that time yet), I don't remember much but I think I watched Mugen Train first before finishing season 1 LMAO like I literally didn't know Tanjirou that well but I respect him for the down-badness.

Anyway, that's all! Thank you for the ask, leafie!!

#zig replied #rntnvillage

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lovecore-kangaroo · 4 months ago

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I SAW THE ART-

A tiny comic you sent to sun-e

And like something in your ramblings stood out. The polyamorous thing.

because I feel like the fandom doesn’t acknowledge it, but it’s been accepted, especially by the sun/moon enthusiasts without realizing

Almost if not all of the fics or au’s I’ve seen have a y/n or oc with both sun and moon, or with sun, moon and eclipse too. (Eclipse being a third separated entity)

Idk but the fact is, for myself, now I can’t really think about only having one partner if that makes sense.

So much media with both sun and moon has just like, unintentionally made me poly, or well realize that I am alright with it for myself.

(Idk this is a random rambling kinda strange but like I had to say something.

Have a good day!)

Yeah exactly!!! I didn't immediately notice the fact that Sun, Moon, and Eclipse fics tended to be poly because I was just happy to read about all of my fictional crushes at once but then when I really thought about it? It just clicked why I was so obsessed with them, they were some of the only poly representation that got as popular as they are and had so much content made of it!

I think the DCA fandom tends to miss it because most interpretations have them all be in the same body so it gets a bit complicated to if they're all the same person with like different personalities they put on or just multiple people, or they view Sun and Moon (and sometimes Eclipse) as siblings which would make it weird to ship them together.

I wouldn't go all out and call every piece of reader insert/oc media about Sun, Moon, and Eclipse poly, it is fiction after all and you can do whatever you want with it without necessary aligning yourself with it, but it's nice that it can very easily be interpreted as such in a point in time where polyamory is still a taboo/rocky/unknown subject to most!

I'm glad being in the DCA community helped you figure things out about yourself regarding polyamory! We in the poly community welcome you with open arms! Also don't worry about the rambling I'm happy to talk about anything to anyone! I hope you have a good day too!!!

#talking kangaroo #idk if i made sense im juat happy that for once im not some freak for likeing more than one person romantically at once #now if we get people to ship sun moon and eclipse with each other more that would be great #cause polyamory isn't just about you being with multiple people #its about your partners also dating other people that make them happy and you being happy for them #man now i wish i could be with multiple people irl without backlash and risk to me and my partners #that would be so cool #asks #polyamory #fnaf

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firehcart · 5 months ago

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# 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐇𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐓. — an independent portrayal of aelin ashryver galathynius from throne of glass by sjm. mutually exclusive, ft. crossover verses to a variety of fantasy literature. spoilers contained, mature themes present, mildly canon divergent.

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. prompts, tags, verses, pinterest, promo.

hi i'm sora, please enjoy your time here ! my pronouns are she / her and i am 25+. i am australian based so my presence on the dash may happen at weird times. my portrayal is canon compliant, but author critical, and as a part of that canon compliance, triggers contained on this blog may heavy discussions about torture and trauma ( though i do endeavor to tag everything appropriately ). any adult content will be tagged as n.sfw appropriately, or written beneath read mores. i am discord friendly but very selective as to who i will be providing my username to. if you can follow the ground rules below, we'll get along great!

i will be semi selective, in terms of who i will be writing with. i will not roleplay with minors, or anyone under the age of twenty-one years old. if your age is not disclosed on your blog, i will not be following back. there is no room for drama or negativity here when it comes to ship wars or character hate on the dash, particularly within this fandom specifically. with regard to call out culture, keep it for dangerous/problematic individuals and away from your personal friend drama. in light of the recent implosion of world politics, i will also put this out there and hope my meaning is clear - i will be making like aelin and keeping this a safe space for myself and the people around me who now do not have a safe space in the country they live in. there is no room for you here if you condone or encourage what is happening in the world we live in currently. if you are not someone who aligns with that safe space, i will respectfully ask that you please don't engage with it. you are entitled to what you want to believe in, but i will not be compromising my safe space for me or the people i care about most.

in terms of interacting, i promise i am a pretty comfy with whatever makes my mutuals most comfy. my affiliated list is not negotiable, which means i will not be open to writing with others of that muse or following single blogs of the same muse/s, but outside of that, we'll be fine. i am always down for plotting ( we do not need to have done this in advance for you to send prompts ) and i am crossover friendly. i have au verses, i am down to create more in most verses ( sans hprp, iykyk ). i love supporting mutuals so where possible i will try to share with promotions and engage with your blog, though i am australian so if i miss it on my dash i was likely asleep. if i leave multiple prompts, it is only ever for you to choose which you are inspired for, i will never expect all of them! if you have preferences for formatting styles, i am also flexible enough that i can work with you.

regarding duplicates, i have no issue with you existing. we're both writing a very popular character in series that is very saturated in media currently, it's going to happen, and you have as much of a right to exist here in this space as i do. what i do take issue with, is when you compromise my right to be here. that includes but is absolutely not limited to vagueing me on the dash, telling your mutuals not to interact with me ( especially given i check every single blog i follow to make sure they're not exclusive with another aelin before i follow, and for multis, that they do not have aelin as a muse with a no duplicates rule ), copying my designs or headcanons or threads. this extends just beyond my own individual portrayal - if i notice you doing that to friends of mine or other writers, you have no place on my follow list and find your way immediately to my block list. if your duplicate anxiety is so bad that you need to block me just for existing here, that is your choice and though i might not understand it, i will respect it. i actually hate that i have to make this rule such a prevalent one but i will make this clear - your duplicate anxiety is a) not my problem to police, and b) not an excuse to be a bad person in this community. i'm just asking for the bare minimum so let me make this clear : respect me enough to co-exist.

𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃.

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— updated 12/11/2024.

credits : psd credit to venuscommissions, icon psd to apocalypseresources. theme credit to chevans. music is codex by joel sunny.

#PINNED #sora / she / her.#updated 12/11/24.

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mixelation · 2 months ago

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okay, here it is. four thousand words of the "minato meets fem!deidara" AU i told you not to ask about for a week. nsfw

so, some notes for context: the linked post has the tag "#new AU. minato finds himself in an Icha Icha version of his own life#the main antagonist is his own dick" which i found deeply funny and is what motivated to write the following. i was toying with the idea of not including fem!deidara because it makes the AU stupid complicated. the same time, i am enamoured with the idea of "boobs so powerful they compel the entire universe to switch to porn logic." the end result is that what i have written does not include fem!deidara, but i will include [notes in brackets] to indicate where i'd slot her in.

also, a content warning: the premise here is "minato is dealing with the effects of his entire world turning to porn logic, including his own body." this is therefore a sort of "sex pollen light" AU and the end result is if you think too hard, consent gets a little questionable, including a "sexy nurse" scene where the POV character is like "did a medical professional just trick me into cheating on my wife?" besides that, everyone is an enthusiastically consenting adult

also it's really, really dumb.

****

[NOTE: This is meant to be part of an explanation for fem!Deidara's existence. Yes it does mean it will be possible for her to fuck original flavor Deidara.]

“Mouths?” Jiraiya repeats. “In his hands?”

His informant nods. “Some new bloodline limit, I guess. He uses them in a pretty unique way…”

Jiraiya carefully annotates the new bingo book page with actual intel on this Iwa missing-nin, but his extremely talented writer brain is working overtime with this new information. This is definitely good news for porn fans everywhere. Mouth hands! What a brilliant invention.

Of course, the appeal of Jiraiya’s novels are all the beautiful women he so carefully researches. It’s a shame Deidara, who seems quite attractive based on his bingo book photo, isn’t a woman.

Oh well, it’s fiction, Jiraiya thinks. Who doesn’t love a hot blonde? I’ll make her busty, with absolutely humongous melons…

xXx

[NOTE: the rest of this would theoretically be interspersed by Minato meeting fem!Deidara, but actually in going to annotate where those scenes would be, I think maybe it works better if fem!Deidara is introduced later, after all this. But certainly then I'd have to go in and foreshadow her somehow.

Also, I forgot to include any dialogue prefacing that Kushina has suggested they get a third person for hook-ups lol.]

Minato has an extremely good start to his day. Kushina follows him into the shower. “Oh gosh,” she says, her hand wrapping around his dick, “wouldn’t it be such a shame if Hokage-sama was late into the office this morning?”

After his extremely good shower, Minato leaves his beautiful wife to the long process of blow drying her knee-length hair and starts on breakfast. He’s definitely going to be late to his first meeting, but his perfect and sexy wife deserves a hot breakfast.

He has to remind himself not to make enough for three. Naruto had moved out into his very first apartment earlier that month. It’s sad in some ways, but at the same time, Minato is proud of him. Plus, one of the bright sides is… Kushina has been distracting herself from her own complicated feelings about being an empty nester by letting herself be as loud as she wants.

Minato’s day starts to go downhill while watching his eggs fry. He has some sort of sudden and intense premonition of doom, but it’s… localized to his dick. He frowns down at his pants. The sensation is a new one, and it’s definitely “something bad is about to happen” and not “I’ve hurt myself.” He didn’t know he could have that feeling in that particular organ. And why would he have it? Up until right that second, his dick had been very pleased with the day.

The feeling fades, and he brushes it off as maybe just some weird symptom of growing older.

No one complains when he shows up to his first meeting of the day twenty minutes late, because he’s Hokage and he can do what he wants without explanation to anyone. Annoyingly, his dick twitches several times throughout the meeting, and it’s hard to ignore. It’s not a fun little “hey, remember how your hot wife looked pinned up against the shower stall wall?” twitch. It’s also not really painful, but it does put him on edge.

[NOTE: This is where I was going to introduce fem!Deidara, either as a report or being actually captured and brought to Minato. His dick would have more weird twitches and premonitions of doom.]

Minato goes to the bathroom, and discovers something strange. His dick is… bigger?

It’s not quite “remind yourself not to do a double-take on the dude in the next urinal” big. But it’s definitely longer and thicker than it was this morning.

Should he talk to his medic? Or would he just sound absurd? He’s never heard of something like this happening. Maybe he’s imagining things…

He asks Kushina to take a look in the evening.

“Yeah, it’s definitely bigger,” she says, blinking down at it. Minato had expected some degree of concern at the medical mystery, but instead she stares down at it in keen interest. “Let’s try it out.”

“No,” Minato yelps, recoiling from her hand. “What if it’s… I don’t know, a disease?”

Kushina makes a highly skeptical look. “A makes-your-dick-bigger disease? Please.”

Minato wakes the next morning with the worst morning wood he’s had since his teens. He’s so hard it hurts, but he immediately forgets that when he actually sees himself. His dick is noticeably bigger than it was when he went to bed, and he wakes Kushina in a panic. She is, again, not at all sympathetic to Minato’s anxiety.

“But I can take care of it for you,” Kushina says, staring down at his erection longingly. Like before, she reaches for him.

“We need to make sure it’s okay,” Minato insists, then has to roll off the bed entirely to dodge his wife’s grabby hands.

“So you’re going to go into the doctor’s full mast?” Kushina says, following him off the bed. Minato teleports to the other side of the room to dodge her, his anxiety about the situation steadily increasing. Why is Kushina acting like this?

“I’ll…” he flounders. This problem is so embarrassing. It doesn’t hurt, exactly, apart from being so hard it’s painful. He’s not sure he can make it long enough to tell his personal medic he needs a house call and then wait.

Kushina comes around the side of the bed, her hands still reaching for him. He’s definitely not going to make it if he also has to fend his mysteriously horny wife off.

“I’ll take care of it myself,” Minato decides, catching Kushina’s wrists in his hands.

“Can I watch, at least?” Kushina asks, pouting.

Minato is still confused by her attitude, but he doesn’t see how just watching that could… hurt…?

He decides to aim into the toilet, and Kushina sits on the side of the tub and touches herself while he does it. He finds this a bit weird, because Kushina has never been into mutual masturbation before, and also why is she trying to engage him sexually when he’s clearly upset and maybe has some sort of disease?

“You can come on my face,” she tells him earnestly.

“No!” Minato replies. What is with her?

Still. He likes watching her, underneath all his worry about his own health. Kushina’s faces and little moans are… good. They’re really good. He likes them.

Orgasming at least feels normal. Better than usual, even, especially given he doesn’t also have the dopamine hit of Kushina being the one to graciously help him. In fact, given how upset he was about the whole thing, he has no idea why it feels so good. It’s good enough that he can’t hold back a few guttural noises as he unloads.

“Oh, oh!” Kushina cries, joining him.

Minato feels oddly serene as he gets dressed and teleports into Hokage’s Tower, his anxiety temporarily completely evaporating. He tells his secretary to rearrange his morning schedule, and then heads down to his personal medic’s office.

Medic Ayumi steps into the room in a white nurse’s dress. This is strange, because Ayumi is a medical ninja and not a nurse, and the civilian equivalent of her title would be ‘doctor’ anyway. It is also strange because the nurse’s uniform is tighter and has a shorter skirt than Minato remembers.

“I see,” Ayumi says, very professional in tone, after Minato sheepishly describes his problem. “I hope you find some relief in knowing this is a common problem many men face.”

“Really?” Minato asks. He’s definitely never heard of this. Maybe general shinobi sex ed needs to be updated…

“Yes,” Ayumi says, opening Minato’s file in her lap and adjusting her glasses that Minato doesn’t remember her wearing before. “Why do you think we take measurements on all adult shinobi’s penises?”

“You do?” Minato asks. He doesn’t remember anyone ever measuring him. Is that really in his medical file?

“The condition tends to happen to younger men,” Ayumi continues, stopping her leafing to run her finger down a page of Minato’s file, “but given you’ve remained highly sexually desirable into your forties, it was only a matter of time.”

“What?” Minato asks, because none of those words made sense.

“I have your previous measurements,” Ayumi says, closing the folder and standing. “Please remove your pants and underwear for a physical examination.”

Minato complies. As he pulls off his pants, Ayumi snaps on a pair of black latex gloves, her glasses lenses shining in the harsh overhead of the examination room.

Ayumi measures his dick with a ruler, nodding to herself. Then she says, “For confirmation, I will also have to measure it erect.”

“Um,” Minato says. “Okay?”

She has a tube of lube on her cart of medical supplies in the room, and Minato watches in some trepidation as she squirts some into her gloved hand. He didn’t realize doctors did stuff like this. But he guesses, given the circumstances, it makes sense…?

Minato sits on the examination table while Ayumi strokes him, gentle but firm, her hands easily sliding over him with the help of the lube. Her glasses glint in the lights again as she looks him in the face.

“Have you had any pain?” she asks, and Minato attempts to explain what a feeling of dread constrained entirely to your dick feels like, along with the twitching.

Then he says, because she is still going and he is very obviously erect now, “Uh, I think you can measure it now…”

Ayumi picks up her ruler with her free hand but does not stop pumping him. Minato stares down at her hand around him as she measures him, and he wonders vaguely if this counts as cheating. It does, in fact, feel devastatingly good, even if Minato is weirded out by the whole situation.

Given Kushina’s mood lately, Minato thinks, she’ll just want Ayumi-san as our third when I tell her…

“Have you had performance issues?” Ayumi asks, not stopping her hand.

“Well, no,” Minato says. “I had sex with my wife yesterday morning, before we noticed anything. And I… took care of myself… this morning with no problem. Is it, um… safe? To do that?”

“Of course it’s safe,” Ayumi says, not missing a beat with her hand’s steady pattern. “Have you noticed any change in the ejaculate?”

“No?” Minato says, suddenly feeling unsure. “This morning there might have been…more?”

He hadn’t really been paying attention to that, not when Kushina was making eyes at him.

Ayumi nods, as if this is to be expected. “What about orgasm intensity and length?”

“Uh,” Minato hedges. It had been good, but he doesn’t like… time himself? “Normal…? Can you, maybe, stop touching me, please?”

Ayumi pauses, and Minato almost regrets telling her to stop. His dick feels like it jumps in her hand the shock of her letting go.

“I can stop if you want,” Ayumi says gravely, and her glasses flash a third time. “But you should know that a proper diagnosis requires I observe you at full climax, as well as take a sample.”

That still doesn’t sound quite right, but Minato isn’t a medic-nin.

“O-oh,” Minato says. “I mean, I guess, if it’s medically necessary…”

“I will proceed then,” Ayumi replies. To Minato's utter confusion, she drops to her knees before him. “I will use my bloodline limit. It allows me to chemically analyze anything that I swallow.”

“You… what?” Minato asks, and then gasps embarrassingly when she takes his head into her mouth.

Oh, this definitely feels like cheating, Minato thinks, squirming uncomfortably as Ayumi wraps her hand around the base of his dick and then swallows him up to the back of her throat. But I also need to know what’s wrong…

Minato frets about how guilty this makes him feel, even if it’s technically a medical exam and not cheating, while Ayumi gives him a truly fantastic blowjob. When he comes, she swallows him up as much as she can while he grips the edges of the exam table and tries very hard not to cry out from how fucking good it feels.

Ayumi swallows and stands. She wipes off her mouth with the back of her gloved hand.

“You have progressive penile enlargement,” she says, “commonly known as Big Dick Disease.”

“That is not a real thing,” Minato objects. That sounds like something Jiraiya would make up for his porn novels.

In fact, that might be a thing Jiraiya made up for his porn novels. Minato hasn’t read them in a while.

“It’s quite real, and very serious,” Ayumi says gravely. “You said you have regular sexual relations with your wife? That’s good. My medical recommendation is bringing yourself to full orgasm at least twice a day, preferably with a partner.”

“What kind of a recommendation is that?” Minato asks. Twice a day?

“It’s your medical treatment,” Ayumi says. “If you neglect it, the prognosis for Big Dick Disease is steady growth until your penis will simply explode. This growth can only be quelled by consistent sexual stimulation. If your wife is inadequate, you may come to me and--”

“You’re pranking me,” Minato decides. He suddenly feels hurt and angry. Ayumi had been his and his family’s dedicated medic for years. He’d trusted her, and now she’d tricked him into cheating on his wife with such a ridiculous story?

Ayumi just raises her eye brows. “Get a second opinion, then, or look it up. With all due respect, Hokage-sama, I find it surprising you’ve never heard of it, and I’m a bit offended you’re doubting my medical expertise and motives.”

Minato does go ask for a second opinion, right then and there, and the male medic he goes to offers a “prostate massage for sample collection.”

What is happening? Minato thinks, now at full mast again and terrified of somehow being tricked into cheating on Kushina twice in one day. He teleports right out of the examination room, has to take a detour back home to jerk himself off, and then goes and looks up “progressive penile enlargement” in every medical book he can find.

I guess I owe Ayumi an apology, Minato says, feeling lightheaded, when it’s in every single book.

He breaks the news to Kushina over dinner. He makes all her favorite foods for her, as he also admits to Ayumi giving him a blow job, and to getting hard under the other medic’s hand as well. He apologizes profusely.

“I mean it was medically necessary,” Kushina says, immediately accepting his apology without any fuss. “I think I’ve heard of Big Dick Disease… is that the one you treat by having crazy sex all the time?”

“Uh, I don’t think it has to be crazy,” Minato says. “Wait, you’ve heard of it?”

“Yeah, I think they mentioned it in kunoichi class,” Kushina answers, pulling her big bowl of homemade ramen towards her. “With all the sex ed stuff, you know? I guess it’s been so long I forgot about it until just now. It’s not like I have to worry about anyone’s dick but yours.”

Minato is deeply confused by this, because he is in fact a genius or whatever, and his recall for even things as long ago as the academy is pretty good. He’s definitely never heard of this disease, except as some sort of running joke in the background of an Icha Icha novel. One of the medical books he’d consulted was a field guide for jounin he’d read all the way through at least twice, and the section on Big Dick Disease definitely hadn’t been there before.

As Minato is lost in thought, Kushina continues to babble through a mouthful of ramen. “Oh, but if we do get a third, maybe I will get a second dick to worry about. We definitely have to get a third now, you know, for your treatment. Do you have a preference? I could go both ways…”

Minato doesn’t see why he can’t just learn to get really fast at pleasuring himself for when Kushina isn’t available or doesn’t want to, but he’d told Kushina previously that he’d think about the threesome thing, and he does like the idea of Kushina getting to explore herself sexually and him getting to watch it. His new… problem… definitely makes him engaging in a threesome himself more practical, even if he really doesn’t have interest in anyone but Kushina.

Later in bed, Kushina giggles over his dick like a schoolgirl. He’s instantly hard at her touch, so fast and intense that he gasps and feels tears prick at the corners of his eyes.

“Ooooh,” Kushina giggles, wrapping her hand around its girth and then running it up and down his shaft’s length. Her touch makes him shudder. “It’s so big now, what the fuck.”

She plays with it, clearly having fun. A bead of precum forms at Minato’s tip, and she looks incredibly pleased as she wipes it away with her thumb.

“Did you think I was small before?” Minato asks, teasing. He knows she didn’t.

Kushina looks up at him, eyes dark with lust, and Minato’s dick twitches in her fingers. He has the sudden urge to bury himself as deeply as he can in her, to let Kushina completely envelop him, firm and so so tight around him.

“Of course not,” Kushina replies. “But I’ve always wanted to know what it would be like, with a huge, throbbing cock inside me.”

Minato really wants to pounce on her, to thrust himself inside her right then and there. But also he has no idea what he’s working with now. It seems more comfortable for Kushina if she takes the lead. His dick is so unbelievably hard right now, he might come just from her hand sitting there on top of him.

He warns her as much, just in case he actually does come two minutes later, like back when they were teenagers.

“Ooh,” Kushina coos, not in the least turned off by this admission. “Then I’ll get to feel your hot cum all over my face and tits, like I wanted this morning. and you wouldn't let me have.”

"Kushina," Minato whines. "Unfair."

She smirks at him, teasing.

Kushina turns her attention back to his erection in her hands. Minato is on his back, propped up against pillows, while Kushina sits between his legs.

“How did the doctor do it?” Kushina asks, and Minato winces.

“I wasn’t into it,” he says.

Kushina hums, and her hand pumps him devastatingly slowly, all casual and gentle.

“I was thinking, you know,” she says. “I’m okay with you having sex with other people without me, if you need to. You just have to tell me about it later, in detail.”

Minato’s face goes red, but he stutters out a summary of his encounter with Ayumi.

“Not like that,” Kushina interrupts him. “I’m not asking you to apologize. Tell me like you’re telling me a sexy story. Say what she was wearing, if she looked sexy.”

Minato describes the tiny nurse’s dress, the way the black gloves had snapped onto her fingers. He doesn’t bother to comment on how strange he’d found the dress, as Kushina is clearly into hearing about how hot the woman who’d pleasured her husband looked.

“And did you get hard?” Kushina asks, clearly excited by the idea, the speed of her hand on him increasing.

“Not until she touched me,” Minato replies. “She said she had to measure me…” He reminds himself the point here is to turn Kushina on, not ask if she knew Konoha kept records of everyone’s penis length. “She had to measure me, every centimeter, while I was completely erect.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea,” Kushina says. “After all, I want to know exactly how much I’m going to take in. But how shall I measure you…?”

Kushina puts both hands on him now. Then she brings herself forward and carefully inserts his dick between her breasts. She has to push him forward a little to get the angle right. Then she massages her breasts, pleasuring herself while simultaneously pressing over and rubbing on Minato’s dick.

“Oh, you feel so much bigger than before,” she sighs. It takes every ounce of Minato mental strength to not just thrust against her as she moves up and down slightly. His dick looks fantastic sandwiched between her soft breasts, poking out from the top. “I’m so wet right now, just feeling you like this, Minato. Tell me more about Ayumi-sensei.”

Minato tells his story about the blowjob, too entranced by Kushina’s look of pleasure at having his dick between her tits to spare a thought for the ridiculousness of the “swallowing for chemical analysis” bloodline limit. Kushina then says she’ll measure his dick with her mouth next, then, and swallows him up.

There’s definitely a much larger portion of his dick that Kushina can’t fit in her mouth now, and the observation both makes Minato feel weird and also makes his dick ache with desire. Kushina looks so sexy, with her red hair spilling over her shoulders and across his thighs, her pink lips wrapped around him. She pumps him with her hand while her head goes up and down, rolling her eyes up to look at him, just like he likes.

Usually, Minato would put his hands on her head while she did this, playing with her hair or just enjoying the rhythm on her. But tonight he’s so desperately hard for her, so eager to just get inside of her, that when he reaches for her hair, he has the sudden fantasy of shoving himself into her, thrusting himself in and out of her as he holds her head down.

It’s definitely a fantasy he’s had before and talked to her about, and he knows she doesn’t like it. So instead, he very carefully brushes his fingers over her face, tucking her hair behind her ears.

“Harder,” he breathes out, “please?”

Kushina increases her pace, tightening her hand around him slightly.

“You’re beautiful,” he tells her. Kushina knows just how he likes this, how to move her tongue and mouth to drive him nuts, and this at least hasn’t been changed. “You’re so sexy right.”

Eventually, she lets him go.

“You’re always so well behaved for me,” she teases. “I think I’ll measure you one more time.”

Kushina climbs on top of him and lowers herself over him, guiding him towards her with her hand. She looks a little unsure when his tip first meets her opening, but she doesn’t hesitate. Kushina never hesitates when she’s decided she wants something.

He can feel himself stretching her out as he enters her, and Kushina lets out a whimper, her lips turning up even as her mouth falls open. Minato’s brain explodes from pleasure the second his tip is inside her. Kushina is so fucking tight around him, her walls closing in around every millimeter of his length with an absoluteness her hands and mouth simply lack. She’s wet and slick and comes down over his length easily but painfully slow. Minato can’t help but thrust his hips upward, desperate to get as far inside of her as he can.

Kushina moans at his thrust, leaning forward and digging her nails into his chest. He does it again and she cries out his name.

“Fuck, Minato,” she breathes. “Fuck me. Fuck me now.”

Kushina feels so good on top of him, with her weight pressing her down over him. He’d been worried about the longer length giving her a problem, but he’s in her up to his base, and he holds her hips and bounces her up and down, watching his own length go in and out. Above him, her lips part as she moans out his name, her boobs bouncing with every move of his hips.

“Harder,” she demands. “Fuck me harder.”

He flips them over. They’ve done this so many times, are so in tune with each other, that Kushina’s legs automatically lock around his hips, keeping him inside of her as they roll. It’s easier to thrust into her as hard as he wants now, and Minato pounds into her over and over. Kushina screams out his name, nails scraping down his back.

Kushina’s eyes roll back when she comes, her walls tightening around him. Her face looks positively drunk with ecstasy, and the sight is what sends him over the edge. She keeps her legs around him as he comes, so he spills inside of her, filling her up, his own cum hot and sticky around his dick, spilling out over Kushina and dribbling down her.

Minato isn’t sure if their mutual orgasm lasts longer than normal, or if Kushina just looks so hot that it feels longer. But she clings to him for what feels like forever, her head tossed back and her whole body shaking at how good Minato was making her feel.

They cuddle when they’re done, Kushina’s back to his chest. He kisses the tops of her shoulders. He’s never felt more in love with her.

“I haven’t titty fucked you in a while,” Kushina murmurs at some point. “God, what if we got a third with just the hugest tits, like really big ones, and I got to watch your new ginormous cock fuck them?” Then, fulfilling Minato’s earlier prediction, she asks, “How big are Ayumi-sensei’s boobs?”

When they’ve cleaned up fully and after Kushina has fallen asleep, Minato finally lets his brain make the analysis he’s been ignoring. Kushina had clearly enjoyed herself immensely-- and she would never fake feeling good when she didn’t-- but it wasn’t consistent with things she’s said before. They’d watched porn together a few times, and Kushina had always made fun of any dick that seemed too big to her, saying things like, “There’s no way that thing feels good. She’s definitely a good actress!” She’d also made fun of a handful of scenes in the various Icha Icha books, where the prose described comically large penises, and then at all the times it lingered on what she called “cock worship.”

Then again, after one of her rants, she’d also reached over and patted Minato on the groin and said, “Oh, but I’d spare some worship for my dick.” Maybe she’d decided it was hot after all, now that such a dick was attached to Minato. Maybe all her comments were her covering up that she’d secretly wanted Minato have a giant dick all along.

(Minato doubted that last option. If Kushina wanted a specific type of dick, she’d go buy a toy. She’d done it before.)

I’ll ask her tomorrow, Minato decides. That Kushina had been satisfied was what was important.

Oh, but, he supposes maybe he’ll have to start to remember to actively chase his own orgasm. At the beginning of their marriage, Kushina had told him off more than once for not communicating in the moment what he wanted done, saying that she obviously felt at her best and sexiest when she got to do things for him and see him orgasm. Kushina was so good at taking care of him, it was hardly an issue nowadays, but…

But, well. Obviously he doesn’t want his dick to explode.

****

[Consider: the inherent narrative tension between Deidara wanting Minato's dick, but also want to see it explode.......]

completely stupid fic incoming

#i don't know what to tag this #deinato icha icha au #(kushina is also there)#my writing #big tiddy deidara needs a tag

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