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meanbossart · 8 months ago

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Okay but I would love to hear your thoughts on the other spawn

Twirling my hair shifty-eyeing to the side OKAAAYYYYY WELL IF YOU INSIST 🛀

(This is a continuation of this post where I go into some detail about my thoughts on Dalyria, Violet, and Leon ((or "Leonard" as I apparently dubbed him as by mistake))

Let me start with the one I love the most after my sweet well-meaning-child-murdering-doctor Dalyria: Pale Petras.

First of all, just look at this fucking guy. What a goober.

I pretty explicitly go off-canon when it comes to my theories about Petras. According to him, he has been with Cazador for a hundred years - I find that very, very difficult to believe. Whether I would scrap that line entirely or just tack it as hyperbole is irrelevant - though he does seem to have a knack for the dramatics, or at least he tries to.

Petras immediately strikes me as a newcomer in the group. He's the most lively out of the spawn we chat with and seems to still retain what is a pretty strong, bold personality. He's antagonizing towards Astarion and pretty much sides with Cazador up until his life is on the line - and, most interestingly to me, his immediate reaction after being freed if you instruct them to lead the spawn into the Underdark seems to be one of fear and reluctance, unlike Dalyria who almost immediately takes the responsibility upon herself and seems warm towards Astarion and the player for what they've done.

Abusive relationships don't start abusive. If you've ever been friends with someone who's hooked up with a known serial abuser, chances are that you have had to sit through their attempts at justifying their behavior as foretold by previous partners - "oh, they just weren't a good match", "they both enabled abuse towards each other", "his ex was just crazy, man." This honeymoon period can last anywhere from a few weeks, to several years - until said friend inevitably finds themselves in the exact same cycle that said ex escaped from.

That's Petras. Petras is fresh meat. He's compliant. He's gullible. As a human in a world where you're surrounded by races that live up to several hundreds of years, he's attributed power to longevity - he loves being a spawn. He loves knowing that he will never lose his youthful looks and that his newly-acquired "curse" makes him desirable in it's own, odd way. He thinks this gig is easy - go out, get laid, get fed, rinse and repeat. Sure, sometimes there's a misunderstanding and he gets his joints broken or nails ripped out, but whatever! They grow back! To a vampire with powers of regeneration, dismemberment and scalping might as well be equivalent to ten belt-smacks to the backside just like his father used to give him as a child. Plus, it's never really his fault - If Master knew the truth, he would never set his goons on him at all!

And Oh, he adores Cazador. Not as a friend, a lover, or even a family member - but an aspiration. He sincerely believes that through hard work and resilience he can one day also have his status and fortune. And it shouldn't even be hard to stand out among this angsty little crew - what are they so bent out of shape about, anyway If they spent less time moping and more time working, maybe they wouldn't have such a tough time. Especially -

Astarion.

While it is likely incidental, I find it very ironic that Petras was put in Astarion's early-access outfit. And much less accidental than that: his mannerism and word-choice are a blatant imitation of Astarion's behavior. The flair, the flirting, the flattering and the abrasiveness; I've heard it theorized that this must be how all of the spawn act - I disagree. Petras is the only one we see exhibit that type of demeanor. I think he actively models himself after Astarion because as thick as he might be, he did catch onto the fact that his master has a particular interest in the white-haired elf.

And, of course, Petras hates Astarion for it. He sees him as someone who could have had it all, but gave up on it in favor of being bitter, angry, and naively wistful over his lost life. He has the looks, he has the charm, he had his master's favor, they go out and Petras watches men and women alike swoon over him and laugh at his shitty jokes, to then return home with a long-faced, bratty little shit-head of a toddler-man who would never even understand what the paralyzing loom of mortality is like in the first place - an ungrateful, nepotistic bastard whose had it all handed over to him by daddy, who was loved and fed and given a well-paid job fresh off his teens - but now he has to put a little work in. Now he has to do things that he might find unpleasant. And all he fucking does is whine about it.

Astarion is the personification of everything Petras ever wanted to be before being turned into a spawn, and he accidentally wears it on his sleeve day in and day out. I have no doubt that Astarion is blatantly aware of that fact and it makes his skin crawl - but Dalyria tells him that Petras is too young. Too new. Cut him some slack.

And frankly, I don't think he's evil, either. He strikes me as naive and star-striken. I don't know how long he's been with the Szarrs for, but certainly the light in his eyes would eventually fade over time and he would have had all the zest beaten out of him, same as the others. But, for now - he just doesn't know his own luck.

Admittedly, I have much less to say about Yousen and Aurelia. We don't hear as much as a word out of Yousen, but I've chosen to read the silence of and about his character as indicative that, maybe, he was able to hold onto his sanity and honor the best out of all of them. He had to do what he had to do to survive, but he did it while attempting to withhold any standards allowed to him for his own peace of mind - I like to imagine he had a lot of sincere empathy for all of the spawn, and, while they were never close, him and Astarion exchanged sincere words about their situation a few times during their stay at the palace; just enough to remind the elf that he wasn't alone, but never so much that Yousen would intrude into his space, or add strain to his already fragile state of mind.

And Aurelia... She strikes me as so young and already so beaten. I'd wager that what was once a sweet tiefling girl is now a terrified animal who does absolutely whatever she can to avoid pain and punishment - the snitch of the group, the reluctant ass-kisser, the one who desperately clings to any relief in whatever form it may come - be her master's approval or the shoulder of a sibling she has damned to the kennel more than once out of fear for her own life. Everybody has been hurt, betrayed, and irritated by her - but she's just so god damn pitiful that they can't push her away forever. While she would live, I believe she would have the hardest time adapting to freedom after Violet - just completely dependent on others and burdened by what she's had to do.

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johnwickb1tsch · 7 months ago

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bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 39 all chapters

WARNING: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, VIOLENCE, YANDERE SH!T. Plz take care. I luv u all. 😘

39. pool time

You float in the pool, cooling off after a day of training. Not so much your body, as your head.

John yelled at you earlier for not clearing a chamber jam fast enough for his liking–and you are tired of all of this.

Mariko continues to kick the shit out of you every other day–but you are learning a lot, so you take it. Just when you think you might be earning her begrudging respect–she finds some new way to put you in your place–and on your face.

John drills you at the range and on the speed course, and you didn’t think you were doing too bad, until about an hour ago. But the slide stuck and the spring was tight and the checkered metal hurt your sore fingers and the guns are heavy…you’re over it.

You don’t even want to go to Argentina anymore. You just want to go home.

The only one in the pool, you swim back and forth aimlessly, underwater and above, changing your strokes every few passes then floating again.

This situation is wearing on John too. If they don’t show soon…you don’t know what he’s going to do. Something that will probably mean leaving you here, in safety, while he goes off to do what he does.

Which according to Winston, is starting fires in the Underworld he doesn’t quite know how to put out, without killing everyone.

The thought of him going on another rampage terrifies you.

You sense the shadow of someone standing over you at the side of the pool. Expecting John, you right yourself in the water, looking up.

“I did not know the New York Continental boasted its own mermaid.”

So. Not. John.

You immediately sink again in the water, peering up at the newcomer with narrowed eyes. You’re not sure which clue put you on edge immediately: the wolfish way he looks down at you, his elegant yet flashy manner of dress–or his Italian accent.

You say nothing in return, your heart in your throat. Somehow, you just know.

“Allow me to introduce myself. Dante D’Antonio.” He squats down at the side of the pool, paying you a cruel little smile. A lock of his dark, curly hair falls down over his forehead; he’s handsome, but there is something missing in his hazel-green eyes as he stares you down. You’ll admit it. He scares the shit out of you.

“Your fiancé killed my mother.”

“Prepare to die?”

“What?”

“Sorry, I thought we were quoting The Princess Bride here.”

“What?”

“It’s good that you’ve come, signor D’Antonio,” you say more carefully, kicking yourself for being a smartass in this world where everyone spoke carefully and in metaphor, because crossing the wrong person could literally mean losing your head. “My fiancé has been getting impatient.”

“It was never his strong suit, so I’ve heard.”

“And yet, you harass him. There are a lot of dead people who would tell you that’s not a smart move.”

He waves you off with a flourish of his wrist. You are so tempted to splash him. “John Wick is an old man whose time has passed. It is a shame, he would involve a pretty little innocent like you in the crossfire.”

You glare at this man, sinking up to your nose in the water. What is he doing here, talking to you?

“D’Antonio.”

John’s low voice draws you like a beacon. He stands at the other end of the pool, a dark pillar of death. The air positively crackles with tension, and then it dawns on you that this is d’Antonio’s purpose. Rile John Wick to the point of doing violence on Continental grounds, and make him sign his own death warrant.

Again.

You might have missed it once, but now you can see the bulge under John’s expertly tailored suit jacket. You know he’s wearing a loaded Glock on his hip, and that he could end this troublesome young man in about 1.5 seconds.

That would just be the beginning of your troubles.

You remember what Winston cautioned you, about what John might do to a perceived threat of you. Fuck.

“John…” you caution, swimming quickly for the ladder that is conveniently situated between the two men, intending to put yourself between them. Dread floods your system, as you fear you’ll be too late. “Save it for the parlay,” you beg between strokes.

If Dante d’Antonio was here, surely the others were on their way? It would be madness, otherwise, for the boy to show his face to John Wick?

“Yes, John. Don’t do anything rash,” taunts Dante with a smarmy grin, one hand stuffed casually in his waistcoat pocket.

It all happens so fast.

John rushes the kid, closing the distance between them in the blink of an eye.

Dante balks, clearly not having thought through his life choices, facing down the John Wick with no bodyguards and no weapon to his name.

You don’t think John actually touches the young man, but Dante manages to stumble over his own Gucci-clad feet in his panic–into the pool, in that beautiful silk suit.

You watch this transpire open mouthed, half-hoisted up on the ladder.

John’s iron grip on your arm pulls you out the rest of the way from the pool, snatching your towel from a chair as the two of you power-walk out, draping your dripping form with the soft terry cloth as Dante d’Antonio hurls angry Italian expletives after your retreating forms.

“Are you going to get into trouble for that?” you hiss, your teeth chattering from the temperature change and the adrenaline.

“I didn’t even touch him,” defends John, bundling you into the elevator. “What a little bitch.”

You snort at that. You are weightless for a moment, as the elevator rises.

“Go to the room,” John orders you at the fifth floor.

“Where are you going?” You try not to sound like a scared little girl, certain you fail. You’re not mad anymore. Just anxious, and you realize, a bit excited. Finally, something is happening.

“To talk to Winston.”

Of course.

“Hurry back to me?”

He presses his lips to yours, then gently nudges you towards the hall. “Always.”

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whispering-ways · 1 year ago

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Hello! I was wondering if you could make a Dom!Gyomei x Fem!Hashira!reader smut?

๑✧♡ heart to heart ♡✧๑

✧ summary: you are a recent hashira who's been assigned on a mission with gyomei

✧ pairing: gyomei himejima x f!reader

✧tags: cursing, fingering (f! receiving), nicknames like baby, sweetheart and daddy

✧ notes: i'm sorry for the delay in fics, but I'm working through all my tasks rn! i've been applying to grad school so i haven't had much time to write •́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀ but now that's done with, I can start pumping out some more fics ♡ i might write a part two to this with more smut if people like it but idk

You just finished training and were about to gather your things to relax when you felt a large hand on your shoulder. “Hey there! I couldn't help but notice your impressive training session! As a newcomer, you were quite remarkable! But next time, I feel you should improve your stance and work on....”

“Ugh, there he goes again,” you think, listening to Gyomei list out some improvements you could make to be a better Hashira. You tuned his words out and tried your best not to get irritated, but you couldn’t help it. He was always correcting your technique and giving you advice when you didn’t even ask for it.

You understood that it was probably because you had just recently become a Hashira, but his comments were unneeded in your book. You couldn’t place all the blame on him though; it was Kagaya after all that told his right-hand Hashira to take care of you and ‘help you feel welcome’. Nevertheless, it still pissed you off. It’s not like you didn’t know you needed improvement. It was just him saying it that annoyed you.

You knew you probably should keep an open mind before judging Gyomei. It’s not like he was a bad person; he was a kind and nice person, but something about his holier-than-thou attitude just made all his ‘observations’ come across as patronizing to you. I mean, you never asked for his opinion to begin with. If you needed someone’s opinion, you would just ask Kagaya. You rolled your eyes, wondering when Gyomei would just leave you alone.

“Ah, I regret that I failed to mention it earlier, but Kagaya-sama has entrusted us with a mission. I was initially supposed to undertake it solo, but he believes having both of us together would be advantageous. It seems he has faith in your abilities, but he also believes having me by your side for your first mission could aid in your personal growth,” he said with a hint of a smile. That was new; he never smiled.

“Weird, but you know what, good for him. It wouldn’t hurt to smile once in a fucking while. Crying all the time has got to be making his eyes hurt. But there he goes being patronizing again. You wouldn’t be surprised if Gyomei was the one who really suggested it to Kagaya rather than the other way around.

Regardless, you nodded your head and asked some more details about the mission. He let you know that you both had to set out on your journey at 6 a.m. sharp tomorrow. So you gave him another nod of understanding, hoping that’d indicate you wanted to be left alone. Thankfully he got the message and shortly after walked away, leaving you to spend the rest of the day getting the relaxation you knew you deserved.

You woke up early the next day to pack a bit for the 2 day trip ahead of you. After gathering a few things and putting them into a bag, you headed out to meet Gyomei. Luckily, it didn’t take you long to find him. As you opened your door to see him standing right outside your door. “Jesus, you scared me. Couldn’t you at least knock or something?,” you asked, already annoyed with him.

“Ah, I’m sorry, I’ll make sure to do that next time we go on a mission.”

It was almost cute that he thought you’d want to do another mission with him. You would rather eat a bag of nails for breakfast instead; the only reason you were going on this mission was because you didn’t want to be rude to Kagaya.

You close your door behind you and let out an exasperated sigh, readying yourself for the journey. “Okay, as long as you’re ready, let’s get going then.” Gyomei grabbed a small bag behind him, threw it above his shoulder and said, “That’s the spirit! Starting early is always the best!”

After about 30 minutes of walking, you’d both finally reached the grassy mountain you needed to trek to get to your final destination. You weren’t gonna lie, just the thought of trekking it made you tired, but you needed the mission experience, so you trudged forward.

It didn’t help that Gyomei was so far ahead; it was like he was rubbing in your face how much better he was than you. He stopped for a second to look around, which gave you just enough time to catch up with him. “Can’t you slow down? Your pace is like a giant’s, there’s no fucking way I can keep up,” you exclaim.

“I’m sorry I didn’t realize, sweetheart. I’ll be sure to slow down a bit! Please forgive me!” he said, tears rolling down his face.

“It’s fine, just...let’s get going,” you replied, continuing to walk along the path. You regretted asking him to slow down a couple of minutes later when he tried making small talk by asking millions of questions. If walking way off from you was irritating, then this was just pure hell.

You’re sure he can tell how pissed you are; your tight-lipped smile showed nothing but disdain for all his questions. But he just kept on talking anyway. A few minutes later and after trying to ignore him, you give up and decide to succumb to some small talk. You talked to him for a little bit about the mission, but that didn’t last too long as you noticed a slight drizzle start to cover the mountain.

The two of you started closer to the trees near you, hoping that their large spanning branches would keep you both somewhat dry. All chances of that happening left once the light drizzle turned into a heavy pour. There was no way that you both could continue your journey without getting hurt since the earth beneath you had become absolutely slick with water.

You two decided to wait out the rain and find shelter to keep you both dry for the time being. After what seemed like forever, you finally spot a broken-down house in your periphery and quickly get Gyomei’s attention, dying to get out of the rain as soon as possible.

“Look, there’s a house or something over there,” you say pointing at the building. “Let’s head there and hope the family is hospitable enough to let us stay there for a bit till the sky clears up.” You start walking in the direction of the house without even waiting for a reply from Gyomei, who starts wordlessly walking behind you.

As you get closer to the house, you notice how delipidated it really is. It seemed that no one had lived there in years. Almost all the windows were either cracked or completely broken; dust and cobwebs were littered in each corner of the house.

“Well it’s not a palace but at least it’ll keep us out of the rain,” you said, wiping off some dirt so you could finally sit down. You stretched your legs, sighing in relief, glad to finally catch a break.

You closed your eyes, enjoying the peaceful sound of the rain. The peace didn’t last too long as you heard some rustling noises behind you. You turn around to see Gyomei pull out a sleeping bag from his backpack along with a lantern.

“I think that the rain isn’t going to let up anytime soon, so I’m setting up for the night. I think the best decision is to sleep here tonight and start on our journey tomorrow,” he explains, sitting on his bed. “If you’d like, I can set up your bed as well.”

“It's fine, I didn’t even bring a bed anyway. If we have to sleep here tonight, I’ll just sleep on the floor,” you say, turning around. “Besides, it’ll work out the kinks in my back.”

“Nonsense, I insist you take the sleeping bag then!” Gyomei retorted.

“No I’m fine, you use your bed; you’re the one that brought it. I’ll be fine.”

“If you insist,” he says, continuing to set up. He pulled out some supplies from his bag to light the lantern and in a few moments, the whole house was filled with golden light, making the space as comfy as it could be.

But unfortunately, not even the warmth the lantern brought helped to make the house any less cold. The rain kept pouring and with it came a frigid breeze that swept through all corners of the house.

You tried to keep it discreet but there was no hiding the chattering of your teeth. Gyomei soon picked up on it too. At first, he did his best not to comment; after all, it did seem like you wanted your own space. But his worry for you took over and he yet again asked “Hey, are you sure you don’t want the bed?”

“Ugh..I told you I’m fine. It’s your bed, use your bed,” you replied back, annoyed he kept pressing the issue.

“Are you really fine? I can hear your shivers from here. I know it’s cold and the bed is quite spacious anyway so it wouldn’t be too much trouble at all,” Gyomei said scooting over to offer a spot on the sleeping bag. You couldn’t lie, you were pretty cold so you gave in and agreed to share the bag. You stood up and sat down next to him, leaving ample space between you two.

A few moments pass by with nothing but the sound of rain to fill in the awkward silence between you two. This was soon broken though when Gyomei said “So...what do you think about being a Hashira?

“Jesus fucking Christ, why’d he have to say something,” you thought, internally cringing at the fact that you now had to make small talk. “Uhh..well I guess it's um... good I guess. I don’t really know what to say,” you reply as you look towards the ground and lantern, anywhere besides Gyomei’s face.

“Ah, that’s wonderful! I’m glad you’re having a good start! I hope you like the other Hashira, they are like family to me,” he says, a small smile spreading across his face.

“Oh, cool. That’s always...uhh...real nice I guess,” you say, trying to remain as cold as possible. Your plan was to get him off your back and to leave you alone, but as time passed on, it didn’t seem like you were ever going to shake him off as he told you many stories of the other Hashira.

“I know we must be together for our line of work, but I truly consider all the Hashira my close friends. Or well, at least most of them I think...” he said, trailing off. You couldn’t help but be intrigued at the end of his sentence.

Now you were never one to gossip, but you were definitely a sucker for a bit of tea, and his phrasing definitely showed signs of a bit of tea. I mean Gyomei? Having beef with someone? Unheard of.

“Oh come on, you can’t just drop a statement like that without spilling the tea...” You press,, not prepared to give up. “No details, no good tea.”

You could see Gyomei squirming around a bit, debating whether he should explain or not. After a little bit, he sighs and looks at you, as if preparing himself.

“Okay...it’s just, you, we don’t have that strong of a relationship. I feel like you just don’t like me for some reason and however I look at it, I can’t seem to figure out what I did.”

“Fuck, I should’ve kept my mouth shut,” you thought. You didn’t want to get into this conversation now, not ever really. But you couldn’t just leave him hanging like that. You buried your face in your hands, letting out a long sigh. “It’s not that I don’t like you. I don’t have problems with you.”

“Then what is it because there must’ve been something I did. Everything we talk you just seem tired and annoyed,” Gyomei said.

“Look, I don't hate you, but sometimes it feels like I'm just an inferior version of you. Like, when you're so good at what you do, it's hard to feel like we're on the same level. And sometimes, these little comments you throw at me, even if you don't mean them in a bad way, make me feel like I'm not good enough for us to be equals.

I mean, you're like a prodigy with so much experience. It's hard not to feel like I'm always lagging behind you, you know?" You were doing your best to explain how you felt, but just hearing yourself made it obvious to you that your disdain was immature.

“For me, you’ve always been my equal. You’ve got a solid foundation of abilities and experience that match up with my own. However, things felt pushed too fast for me; I never got the chance to properly settle into being a Hashira. I’m doing my best to get a hang of this new position, but sometimes it’s hard not to feel like I’m falling short of everyone. So I guess in that sense, I really am not your equal,” Gyomei says, looking down to the floor.

There's a quiet gap between you two before you say, "...Yeah, I guess I judged you pretty quickly. I should've been more open to what you had to say, but I wanted to be a perfect Hashira, you know? Taking criticism is just a little hard for me, but I'll work on that in the future." You feel somewhat foolish after talking about how you felt; none of this coldness was really necessary to begin with - your dislike towards Gyomei felt almost useless.

"I apologize if my criticisms appeared more judgmental than I intended. However, in my opinion, you're already perfect like a diamond; you're a Hashira for a reason. Still, all diamonds require a bit of polishing, and that's all I was aiming for - to help you shine with some advice and techniques," he said cheerfully.

You have to admit, that comparison of his got you a little flustered. Yet, its sweetness gave you a lot of comfort. "Let's put this aside and be friends, alright? Let's start all over, and I'm sorry for not giving you a chance earlier," you say with a smile, shocked that you're actually having a conversation with Gyomei like this.

“I’m glad to hear that. It’s nice to see such a beautiful smile on you for the first time.” You look up at him, eyes wider than saucers. “Not that you aren’t pretty all the time...I mean..but you know that.” Gyomei said, red from head to toe.

You chuckle at Gyomei's flustered state, finding it endearing to see the big strong man reduced to a blushing mess. He's truly a sight to behold. "If I said you were a sight for sore eyes, I'd be selling you short," you comment in turn.

Out of nowhere, a gust of cold air hits your body, sending tingles down your spine. "Would you...uhh...like to come a little closer?" Gyomei proposes. "I noticed you shiver and I run pretty warm. I wouldn't mind a platonic cuddle to stay warm, if you're alright with that."

You never thought making up with him would mean that you’d be flirting with him, but you couldn’t complain. I mean he was hot and you wouldn’t mind messing around with him a little bit.

So you scooch a bit closer to him, your arms barely grazing his. He was right, he definitely was warm; you could feel the heat radiating off of him. But that still wasn’t enough to warm you up.

You're somewhat confused when you hear Gyomei laugh. He adjusts his position and spreads his legs apart, as if offering you a spot to sit. "Come, sit a little closer, there's no way you're feeling warm there," he says, patting the area between his legs.

Taken by surprise by his forwardness, you nonetheless place yourself between him, your legs resting against his. It's a little awkward between you, but you aren't one to back down from a challenge, and he IS rather warm.

You’d never really noticed the size difference between you two, but you definitely did now. His muscled thighs surrounds you, practically pressing your own togtether. He stretches back behind you to give you some space. You sit for a little bit and you both kind of sink into the feeling of being so close to him.

Gyomei looks down to you and asks, "Can I help keep you a little warmer?" Hesitant, you nod in agreement - but deep down, you can feel your cheeks get hot just by looking at him. This sudden rush feels like it's moving far too fast for anything meaningful to come out of it, but something about it just feels right.

He suddenly lifts you up and sits down in a cross-legged position, placing you right into his lap. The ease with which he picks you up surprises you, but you're not thinking about warmth at all now.

“How are you feeling now? Warmer?” Gyomei says.

"Yes, this...it feels pretty nice," you answer, leaning your back against his chest. At first, the touch of his hand on your thigh is nice - but once you've settled, it becomes almost...teasing. The warmth is nice, yeah, but enough teasing already, so you decide to make your own move.

You get up from his lap, leaving Gyomei worried he pushed too far. But that feeling dissipated once you sat back on his lap, now facing him with your legs wrapped around him. You looked up at him through your eyelashes to see him absolutely flustered. He puts his hands on your back bringing you closer. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were flirting with me Gyomei.”

He pulls back, a little shocked, but it doesn’t take him long to reply “Hmm... perhaps I am.”

“Oh yeah?”

The sexual tension is practically tangible, but you neither speak nor move as you gaze at his lips. Only your eyes speak; he understands and moves in for a passionate kiss.

The unexpected roughness is a surprise, but a welcome one, as you melt into his embrace and grasp for a hold on his neck, drawing him closer to you, your body flush against his. One hand reaches for his chest, using his necklace to pull him as close as he can be - his hands on your waist, just barely touching your hips.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue running along his own bottom lip, requesting entrance into your mouth. Once you opened your mouth, his tongue enters once more, and the sensation sent a wave of chills down your spine.

You slip your arms around his neck to pull him in closer, your body pressed against his as your skin ignites with a flame of excitement. He pulls you back slightly, exposing your neck to him, before diving in once more to to suck on your neck. You whine out under his touch, squirming with delight beneath him.

He bites down hard, leaving a hickey in his wake. He takes a moment to proudly admire it, only to pull you into his arms, leaving you mildly confused. He suddenly lifted you and placed you against the wall, his arms slamming at either side of you as he began to kiss you again.

Gyomei's hand slides down your side, coming to rest on the back of your knee. He uses his other hand to grab you firmly by your back and pull you in closer. You instinctively wrap your leg around his back, holding on tight now.

His hand departs from its prior position, as he casually caresses your inner thigh, his fingers brushing against your slit. He was taken aback to find that there were panties instead of the anticipated pair of shorts, but hey he wasn’t complaining. His fingers began to play with the edges of your panties, twirling them between his digits.

He eventually pauses and asks, "Are you okay if I go further?" as he begins to tease your slit with his fingers.

You nod wordlessly and he continues to kiss you. Your body trembles in anticipation as Gyomei's tender lips lightly graze yours. He pulls you close, and with a swift gesture, he removes your panties and tosses them to the side. The touch of his fingers sends electric shocks throughout your body.

Your body quivers with anticipation, your heart beating erratically as his lips trail down toward yours. He removes your panties with a swift motion, discarding them carelessly to the side. His skilled fingers lightly tease your clit, eliciting a muffled moan.

His middle finger circles your entrance, before plunging in with no warning. His finger was bigger and thicker than anything you’d ever felt before, so when he added another finger, it nearly overwhelmed you with pleasure.

You feel like your knees are about to give out, but your body can't help but squirm. Gyomei looks at you with a passionate glare. In a frustrated tone, he asks, "Sweetheart, you're gonna have to stop squirming around like that, how am I gonna make you feel good if you do?"

“I’ll do my best...not to~,” you moan out as he continues to relentlessy pound his fingers into your pussy.

“If you want more pleasure, you gotta call me daddy princess.”

"I...I promise not to squirm then daddy," you whine as you try to maintain a firm grip on your promise. However, despite your desperate efforts, you end up squirming more as you near climax.

Gyomei suddenly stops and states, "You're still squirming baby. You can't disobey your promise to daddy. But don't you worry, I have the perfect solution for this."

Gyomei's arm effortlessly slides towards the back of your knees and he slings you over his shoulder, leaving you in a state of shock. You start smacking his back, in hopes that he’d put you down.

Yet, instead of providing an explanation, Gyomei simply laughs. "I love how feisty you are," he comments, smacking your ass and leaving a glowing red handprint in its wake.

"Just you wait, baby. I'm gonna make you feel so good," he states, a playful gleam in his eyes. You stare up at him with anticipation, excited for what he was going to do next. Little did you know what the night had in store for you.

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[IDOliSH7] [Part 6] Chapter 11: Hectic days

6.11.1. - A town where sound falls

Takanashi Tsumugi: Heading towards “New Black or White”, hectic days had begun at Takanashi agency.

Ousaka Sougo: …How about this?

Rokuya Nagi: Hm… That’s a little too dark.

Ousaka Sougo: Dark…

Rokuya Nagi: It might also be a little too aggressive

Ousaka Sougo: Aggressive…！ Really… I was trying to give off a sense of velocity, though…

Rokuya Nagi: Sougo, aren’t you overthinking it a little? Relax, relax.

Ousaka Sougo: Relaxing…

Rokuya Nagi: Close your eyes and think of an animal, anything is fine.

Ousaka Sougo: I thought of it…

Rokuya Nagi: What animal came to mind?

Ousaka Sougo: A stonefish.

Rokuya Nagi: OH, how warlike… We are happy, happy, cutie idols! Let’s make it a sweet feeling like shangri-la!

Ousaka Sougo: Shangri-la… Happy, happy, cutie idols…

Rokuya Nagi: OK, close your eyes… Try to think of an animal once more. What came to mind?

Ousaka Sougo: A frilled shark.

Rokuya Nagi: OKOK…That’s the way…

Yotsuba Tamaki: If we do it like this… what if we do something like this?

Oogami Banri: Isn’t that nice? And the formation is 3 + 4?

Yotsuba Tamaki: What about a V shape? Would it be strange? Starting from a V formation like this…

Oogami Banri: Aaah, isn’t that good? From V into 3 + 4.

Yotsuba Tamaki: We could have only one side move like this, like dominoes…

Oogami Banri: Aah, yes, yes. Then like that, they are divided into 3 and 4 again…

Yotsuba Tamaki: Ooh, that’s cool!

Oogami Banri: It is cool.

Yotsuba Tamaki: IDOLiSH7 is cool, isn’t it~.

Oogami Banri: IDOLiSH7 is cool!

Momo: For the new song, I wanna sing about how we felt when we debuted.

Yuki: Isn’t that fine?

Momo: Really?

Yuki: Really, really. Like, “can’t you sell yourself from the time you were fresh”?

Momo: I get that! Like overcoming ourselves!

Yuki: Did we overcome ourselves? Momo, you were earnest. You were hardworking and everyone likes you.

Momo: Is that so? I was so desperate I couldn’t afford to relax. People like IDOLiSH7 are cute, aren’t they?

Yuki: They are. Thinking about it now, I was an irritating newcomer.

Momo: I’m telling you, that’s not true! I wanna protect such an awkward person. Yamato and ŹOOḼ are like that, too.

Yuki: That’s true. But, freshness, huh…

Momo: Is there a difference in freshness? Between idols and those wanting to be idols.

Yuki: Momo, what is being an idol to you? Last time, you said it was to make me win.

Yuki: But that isn’t all, is it? Since you’re kind, Momo.

Momo: I wonder…

Momo: Because I met you during a difficult time, Yuki, because I was able to find new happiness, I want to be that kind of person for someone else.

Yuki: Happiness?

Momo: Yeah. Being glad, being happy, a feeling of fulfillment… Like I’m glad to be here.

Momo: At that time, I was very happy, I felt like I’d been saved, how do I put it… I felt like I wasn’t wrong.

Yuki: About coming to Re:vale’s live?

Momo: Not… Not just that; everything.

Momo: Like when you see something amazing, when you see something wonderful, it becomes a feeling like you’ve been given a miracle.

Momo: It became a feeling of being loved by a godlike person.

Momo: That night, seeing Yuki and Ban-san, that’s what I thought. Thank you for letting me meet you. And…

Momo: I thought that with such a wonderful thing, even I who was able to see it cannot be all that bad. Like I wasn’t thrown away.

Momo: I had the feeling I could love myself again.

Yuki: …I’m glad… That you would think of me that way… It was worth singing that desperately.

Momo: Ehehe.

Momo: That kind of thing, I want to give it to everyone. They met us, right? So they’ll definitely be happy.

Momo: So they’ll definitely be happy in the next year, too. I mean, they were with us in the same space and heard our sound, after all!

Momo: I’m sure we’ll be able to meet the ones who couldn’t be in the same space as us, too! When that time comes, I’ll be the happiest person in the world!

Momo: I will definitely, definitely make those who saw me on camera as well as those who will come to see me happy!

Momo: I’ve never been so happy! Everyone, cheer up! Look at my Yuki!

Yuki: Ahaha! That’s nice, isn’t it?

Momo: I’ll be the happiest in the world!

Yuki: Seems so.

Momo: Let’s make the best live in our own way. The customers like our cool side the best.

Yuki: That’s true.

Momo: I am the happiest when Yuki is cool, too. Above all, I want Yuki to win!

Yuki: I’ll do my best. But I am happy even if we don’t win.

Momo: I know… But I wanna do my best!

Yuki: I understand. Let’s do our best.

Momo: Yeah!

~ to be continued ~

6.11.2. - Good City

Staff: So you’ll have a meeting with the owner.

Kujou Tenn: Understood. I’ll be in your care.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: This is a specialty store for manual coffee brewing. I’ve improved quite a bit.

Yaotome Gaku: Me, too. I was told I could open a store anytime.

Kujou Tenn: Me, too. I like to make espresso using a moka pot*.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: I like it, too! It’s the one you don’t have froth on, right?

Yaotome Gaku: Maybe I should buy an espresso maker sometime.

Kujou Tenn: It might be good to have one…

Student: Uhm…

Kujou Tenn: Yes.

Student: Uhm, I, well…. I am the son of this store’s manager.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Aah! Thanks for having us today. It’s a nice store.

Kujou Tenn: It’s nice to meet you.

Yaotome Gaku: Nice to meet you. I’m Yaotome Gaku.

Student: Uhm, that hand of yours… May I hold it?

Yaotome Gaku: If you don’t mind a handshake. Sorry to impose on you today. Sorry about causing so much noise, too.

Student: No, uhm, as a TRIGGER fan, I watched your show and found out you were looking for filming locations, so I asked my father to apply.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: So that’s how it was! I’m glad. Your name is…?

Mage Takara: My surname is Mage, and my given name is Takara! Also, I had my mails read out loud at the TRIGGER radio!

Kujou Tenn: So that’s how it is. I am glad to meet you, Mage Takara-san.

Mage Takara: …Uwaaah, Kujou-san shook my hand, too! Would you do it, too, Tsunashi-san!?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Of course! Takara-kun, thank you. Thanks to you, we are able to work at a wonderful shop.

Mage Takara: No, that’s not… My father will be happy. He’ll be glad to have opened a coffee shop…

Yaotome Gaku: Ahaha, that’s cute. Who do you like, Takara?

Mage Takara: Uhm, within TRIGGER-san?

Yaotome Gaku: Yes, that.

Mage Takara: Is it okay to say it…? In front of the actual people involved…

Yaotome Gaku: Don’t hold back. I’ll take a picture of you with the one you pick. Gimme your phone?

Mage Takara: Is that fine!? Uhm…. Uhm, uuuuhm, I’m sorry! It’s Kujou-san!

Yaotome Gaku: Tenn, huh…

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: It was Tenn, huh…

Kujou Tenn: Yay.

Mage Takara: No, well, I really like him… I think he’s the best idol! He’s a star who’s even better than Zero!

Kujou Tenn: I’m happy. I might cry.

Mage Takara: Uhm, you’re the type of people who don’t cry, right!?

Yaotome Gaku: We’ve become quite amicable lately.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: But I don’t think we’ll show you our crying selves.

Mage Takara: Eh~!　I don’t really get it, but you’re cool…!!

Yaotome Gaku: Then I’ll take a picture now.

Mage Takara: Uwaah… To have the shutter pressed by Yaotome Gaku… I wanna become a smartphone, too…

Kujou Tenn: Is it alright if I stay like this? What about poses…

Mage Takara: When it comes to poses, is it okay to just decide that the way I want???

Kujou Tenn: Of course.

Mage Takara: Oh my god, what should I do…! I’d be fine dying right now… Aah, uhm, then let’s shake hands…

Kujou Tenn: Yes.

Mage Takara: Ah, I’m, I’m sorry for having sweaty hands…

Kujou Tenn: Mine are, too. It’s fine.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Well then, I’ll fan you with this menu.

Mage Takara: Thank you very much. To have Tsunashi-san fan me… I will never use an air conditioner again!

Yaotome Gaku: Use it. The recent temperatures are crazy. Because of global warming.

Mage Takara: Yes! I will use it…!

Yaotome Gaku: Let’s go, one, two…

Kujou Tenn: Smile, Takara-san.

Mage Takara: I’ll smile…!

(click)

Mage Takara: …. Ha…

Yaotome Gaku: I’ll take another one. One, two…

(click)

Kujou Tenn: Thank you very much.

Mage Takara: Thank you very much! Ah, ah, uhm… Can I get your autograph, too!?

Kujou Tenn: Of course. Is it fine if I write “To Takara-san”?

Mage Takara: Uhm, I think my father will be mad, so please address it to “Café MAGENTA”…

Kujou Tenn: Understood.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: That’s a wonderful name for a store. Do you like the color magenta?

Mage Takara: Ah, ‘our surname is Mage, so let’s add a little to it’, is what my dad said!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Ah, I see. You did mention him earlier. Mage-san.

Mage Takara: Yes!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: My ‘Tsunashi’ is rare, but ‘Mage-san’ is also quite rare.

Mage Takara: Yes! Ehehe…

Yaotome Gaku: We’re lucky to be meeting friends at work. Please continue to support us, Takara.

Mage Takara: Yes! I’ll always support you! Or rather, I will on TRIGGER-san’s radio…

Staff: Please get ready soon!

Kujou Tenn: Understood. Takara-san, you sent us a radio message, right.

Mage Takara: Yes! Lately, I’ve been busy studying for exams, so I couldn’t listen to it, but I’ll send you a message again…

Yaotome Gaku: I get it. I’m looking forward to it.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Thanks, Takara-kun. Here, have TRIGGER’s autograph.

Mage Takara: Uwaaah…! It’s me who’s really thankful to you!

Kujou Tenn: Thank you very much.

Yaotome Gaku: Thank you.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Thanks!

Mage Takara: …Haa… Amazing…

Mage Takara: …

Staff: Well then, let’s begin with an explanation of a simple arrangement.

Kujou Tenn: I’ll be in your care.

Mage Takara: Uh, uhm…! Excuse me!

Staff: Ah, excuse me. We have to start preparing for shooting soon…

Kujou Tenn: Excuse me, give us just a moment. Takara-san, what happened?

Mage Takara: Excuse me! I got in the way! I won’t bother you anymore, but…

Mage Takara: Could you write “To Magechon” next to “To Café MAGENTA”!?

Staff: Magechon? Is that your nickname?

Mage Takara: Yes! It’s a band name, and if I can be on TV in the future, I’ll definitely use it…!

Staff: Ahaha! How about it, TRIGGER-san?

Staff: TRIGGER-san…？

Kujou Tenn: …Magechon…？

Yaotome Gaku: Magechon…

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Is it possible that, Magechon…!?

Kujou Tenn: The one who made ‘BE AUTHENTIC’!?

Mage Takara: Uwaaaaaah…! TRIGGER knows my song! I don’t mind dying ten more times…

Yaotome Gaku: For real…!! We’ve been looking for you forever!

Mage Takara: Eh…!?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: We listened to ‘BE AUTHENTIC’! It’s the best song!

Mage Takara: Eh, eh…!?

Kujou Tenn: We want to take on ‘New Black or White’ with ‘BE AUTHENTIC’.

Mage Takara: Eeeh……!?

Kujou Tenn: Can we have permission?

Mage Takara: (crying) What’s this, it’s like a dream… No way TRIGGER would…

Kujou Tenn: Hey, don’t cry. Does that mean ‘no’…?

Mage Takara: …It’s the feeling of having achieved the biggest affirmation in history! I lovingly permit, permit, super permit you to use it!

Mage Takara: Please sing my song…!

Kujou Tenn: …Thank you!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Thank you, Takara-kun! To meet you this way, it’s like a miracle!

Yaotome Gaku: I see it wasn’t just just ‘(lol)’. I’m glad you told us seriously.

Mage Takara: Gaku-san…

Yaotome Gaku: We’ll sing it seriously, too. Magechon, that song is the best.

Yaotome Gaku: Thank you for bringing this song into the world and letting us listen to it.

Mage Takara: …You, too… I love TRIGGER…!

Mage Takara: Please win “New Black or White”!!

TRIGGER: Yeah…!

~ to be continued ~

6.11.3. - Storyteller

Cameraman: Good morning, everyone.

Takanashi Tsumugi: Good morning.

Anesagi Kaoru: Good morning. Oh, you’re holding a camera. That means you’re from “Backyard Magic”, aren’t you?

Cameraman: I have some questions for both of you, so…

Anesagi Kaoru: You should have told us about that earlier! My makeup is terrible right now, so don’t film my face!

Cameraman: Ah, I won’t film your face, so is it okay if we just talk?

Takanashi Tsumugi: What kind of questions do you have?

Cameraman: I want to ask you about what you think is special about IDOLiSH7 and TRIGGER’s lives.

Cameraman: How do things look from a manager’s point of view? How do things come together the way they do?

Anesagi Kaoru: Well, IDOLiSH7 is like… It really feels like a school festival, in a good way.

Takanashi Tsumugi: Oh, I understand that.

Anesagi Kaoru: Rather than just strictly sticking to doing their job cleanly, it feels like they’re freely doing it and having fun.

Anesagi Kaoru: Not that they don’t have a sense of professionalism, of course.

Anesagi Kaoru: Even though they have sung these songs countless times and rehearsed everything seriously, it still feels like a school festival. The atmosphere is always free.

Anesagi Kaoru: That fact itself is really amazing I think and… Ah, sorry, I talked a lot just now.

Takanashi Tsumugi: I was really happy to hear that! I’m glad you think about them like that.

Anesagi Kaoru: It wasn’t like that from the start. I thought those kids seemed more like a school club who debuted just for fun.

Anesagi Kaoru: But they have properly done their work up until here, without getting too used to it, while still feeling fresh. I think that’s a great thing.

Takanashi Tsumugi: Thank you so much!

Cameraman: What about IDOLiSH7’s manager, then? What is your opinion?

Takanashi Tsumugi: Let’s see…

Takanashi Tsumugi: IDOLiSH7’s lives are kind of like a party between friends; there’s a feeling of closeness and warmth…

Takanashi Tsumugi: I think that’s what makes the lives special.

Anesagi Kaoru: Yes, yes! That’s what I meant when I said it’s like a school festival. Their performances are like a party between friends.

Takanashi Tsumugi: Thank you so much!

Cameraman: How do you think they managed to preserve that atmosphere?

Cameraman: Of course, everyone’s friendly personalities are part of that, but…

Cameraman: Usually, you would expect the group eventually gets used to it, but they are giving their all every single time to create a fresh live experience for everyone. What is the reason for that?

Takanashi Tsumugi: …

Takanashi Tsumugi: I think there are a lot of factors to it, but I think the main reason is Riku-san.

Cameraman: You mean Nanase Riku, your center?

Takanashi Tsumugi: Yes, him.

Takanashi Tsumugi: Riku-san seems like he was born to be a center, but surprisingly he also easily gets nervous.

Takanashi Tsumugi: All the members are very close, so when Riku-san gets nervous, everyone’s attention shifts to him.

Takanashi Tsumugi: They’re willing to back him up anytime and want to put his mind at ease… These kind feelings they hold just naturally gather…

Takanashi Tsumugi: And then, when the curtain opens and it’s time for the actual show, Riku-san is also really capable and goes ahead with a big “Wow!”.

Takanashi Tsumugi: Feeling the atmosphere when Riku-san is having fun makes the others really relieved, so they get pumped up, like “Let’s go, we’ll make some noise tonight!”.

Cameraman: So, every time…That tension and relief, it’s like a bow that has been drawn all the way getting released?

Takanashi Tsumugi: Yes… Maybe you could describe it like that.

Takanashi Tsumugi: “Is this fine?”, “Does he need back-up?”, “If he does, I’ll do anything for that”... That kind of feeling between the members…

Takanashi Tsumugi: When they hear Riku-san’s singing, it just completely transforms in a second.

Cameraman: “Our center is amazing!”, “Let’s follow him and get this show going!”; to that kind of feeling?

Takanashi Tsumugi: Yes, I think at that point they’re already not really thinking about helping Riku-san out there. Rather than that, you get the feeling that they are having so much fun.

Takanashi Tsumugi: Once the live starts, Riku-san’s view broadens and he passes that feeling to everyone around him.

Takanashi Tsumugi: They begin to synergize, and… Because these seven are having so much fun on stage, the audience also enjoys themselves from the bottom of their heart.

Takanashi Tsumugi: And that’s why I think those seven together are the strongest!

Cameraman: Thank you very much! Hearing an opinion from a manager’s viewpoint was very interesting.

Cameraman: How about TRIGGER? TRIGGER’s lives kind of give the exact opposite impression of IDOLiSH7’s performances, right.

Anesagi Kaoru: In what way? Please tell me. You keep making us talk the entire time.

Cameraman: Uhm… well…

Cameraman: Compared to IDOLiSH7, where the audience feels like the idols are their friends, with TRIGGER they get more of a mysterious feeling. Like they’re waiting for a god to descend…

Takanashi Tsumugi: I agree!

Cameraman: The atmosphere at the venue is truly impressive… All of these people who are waiting for them, they know just how amazing TRIGGER is.

Takanashi Tsumugi: Yes, that! The atmosphere isn’t strained, but there is that looming excitement that they’ll appear soon!

Cameraman: It’s truly amazing. It feels like if you poked that atmosphere with a needle, it might just burst like a balloon. But it’s never in a bad way.

Takanashi Tsumugi: Right! The fans aren’t on edge because they’re anxious. It’s because they believe in TRIGGER.　

Takanashi Tsumugi: Their nervousness is because they know they’re about to witness something great and don’t know if they’re ready.

Anesagi Kaoru: Look at you talk suddenly.

Takanashi Tsumugi: I’m sorry, I just…

Anesagi Kaoru: It’s fine! I’m really happy! You make me want to go for drinks with you two right now.

Cameraman: That’s an honor!

Cameraman: But compared to their debut, TRIGGER’s performances have less of an “exciting party” feel now.

Cameraman: That feeling isn’t completely gone now, but their image has gotten a lot more stoic now.

Cameraman: How do you see TRIGGER’s lives, Anesagi-san?

Anesagi Kaoru: About the same as Takanashi-san, I’d say. These three are the stoic type, who take their work seriously and don’t cut corners.

Cameraman: TRIGGER doesn’t talk all that much, so the audience needs the knowledge and imagination to fill the gaps, right?

Cameraman: It’s not like they just miraculously appeared in this world and got together, looking all cool like they could ace anything…

Cameraman: Even when they’re not saying anything, you can tell that they’re giving it their all on the inside. You see that they put all their skill into it.

Anesagi Kaoru: You see, they aren’t trying to burden the audience or make them take a guess at their skill at all.

Anesagi Kaoru: It feels like things just naturally lined up that way… People who start to like TRIGGER because of their outward appearance become interested in how they are on the inside, as well.

Anesagi Kaoru: They think about it and then, slowly, little by little, they put in more and more acts of wordless communication.

Anesagi Kaoru: That alone is enough to open up their hearts and from there on TRIGGER also becomes the fan’s pride.

Anesagi Kaoru: And at the lives, these prides collide.

Cameraman: It’s like the classy kind of tension you feel in a tearoom, right? The servicing side doesn’t say a single thing, yet still delivers the highest class experience.

Cameraman: And even though the side being serviced just watches, they have deep knowledge and understanding of everything, but don’t talk much.

Anesagi Kaoru: It is quite a bit like a tea ceremony, isn’t it? Ahaha, that might be true.

Anesagi Kaoru: TRIGGER’s members are all strong and serious at their core, but they also have their clumsy spots.

Anesagi Kaoru: That’s why instead of saying all of those things out loud, they express them with their performances. That is what makes their lives so strong.

Anesagi Kaoru: After all, these kids really want to be loved, too.

Cameraman: Right, it’s touching. Thank you very much! Sorry, I ended up holding you up quite a lot…

Anesagi Kaoru: Don’t worry about it, please continue to do your best.

Takanashi Tsumugi: Thank you for the opportunity!

~ to be continued ~

6.11.4. - Conversation

Cameraman: Good morning.

Okazaki Rinto: Good morning.

Utsugi Shirou: Good morning. Ah, you’re from BackMagic.

Cameraman: Nice to meet you. I have some questions to ask both of you. Do you have some time?

Okazaki Rinto: I do, at least.

Utsugi Shirou: Me too. And since we have this opportunity now, is it okay if I also ask you some questions, Okazaki-san?

Okazaki Rinto: Uh, for example…?

Utsugi Shirou: Like what your type is or something.

Okazaki Rinto: Um, please stop the camera.

Cameraman: I’m interested in that too.

Okazaki Rinto: Why? I mean if you talk about that kind of thing then we should do it when the cameras aren’t running…

Utsugi Shirou: Like their annual income for example…

Okazaki Rinto: When the cameras aren’t running.

Cameraman: Well, then once again: I have some questions for you two, do you have some time?

Okazaki Rinto: Of course.

Utsugi Shirou: Go ahead.

Cameraman: Please tell us what makes Re:vale’s and ŹOOḼ’s lives special.

Cameraman: From a manager’s point of view, what aspects do you think can you leverage in the lives?

Cameraman: Though, the idols’ personalities have a big impact when making a live, too, I think.

Okazaki Rinto: Ahh, I see!

Okazaki Rinto: Well, both of Re:vale’s idols are entertainers. They really like giving the audience or each other fanservice.

Okazaki Rinto: Yuki-kun used to be kind of unpredictable, but working together with Momo-kun, it seems like he eventually learned how to do things on stage…

Okazaki Rinto: The distance with the guests and the staff as well… dealing with that in a relaxed manner, doing their best. I think that is the kind of atmosphere they have.

Okazaki Rinto: Obviously, there are exciting parts, too, but that comfortable feeling…

Utsugi Shirou: It makes you feel at ease watching them, right? Kind of like the relaxed beauty of flying business class.

Okazaki Rinto: Yes, that could fit.

Okazaki Rinto: Generally, both the fans and the staff love Re:vale, so there’s a feeling of unity because they share the same passion.

Okazaki Rinto: “If you want to try this, how about doing it like that”, “If you’re doing this, what about that”... you end up collecting suggestions like that.

Okazaki Rinto: Re:vale, the staff, the guests, they all want to enjoy the live. They want it to be a success. So you have amazing teamwork from everyone.

Utsugi Shirou: Ah, that’s thanks to Momo-san, right? Well, Yuki-san’s leadership and charisma are also doing an important part, though, I think.

Utsugi Shirou: He’s great at pulling people along and opening their hearts.

Utsugi Shirou: Everyone wants to help Momo-san and they’re happy if he depends on them for that.

Okazaki Rinto: That’s true. Momo-kun truly is the moodmaker of Re:vale’s lives.

Okazaki Rinto: And yet, something does happen, Yuki-kun who's always with Momo-kun comes forward and speaks up, so...

Utsugi Shirou: It's easy to convey opinions, and it might be easier to coordinate, too. Ah, this will be a useful point of reference.

Cameraman: So basically, Momo-san's team building... his effort in teamwork is working?

Okazaki Rinto: Maybe you have heard about that already, but Momo-kun used to play soccer and was the captain of the team at his school's elite soccer team.

Okazaki Rinto: So he knows that, even if just one person doesn’t have motivation, or feels unhappy, the energy of the team is going to decline.

Okazaki Rinto: And because he knows that, he pays attention as close as he can and does his best to choose and use his words carefully.

Okazaki Rinto: He does everything in his power to make sure everyone is on the same page so their pace matches.

Okazaki Rinto: There is the danger of opinions clashing when you exchange ideas, of course, but if you manage to overcome that, you become much stronger as a team.

Okazaki Rinto: I always learn a lot through that, too.

Cameraman: But Momo-san is quite busy, he can’t do everything all the time, right?

Okazaki Rinto: In that case, I go as a representative and talk to the promoters beforehand to properly discuss our vision.

Okazaki Rinto: If you go on a trip with someone else and you don’t tell them about your plans, you would obviously end up fighting, right?

Okazaki Rinto: And when it comes to a live with several tenthousand people, there’s no way there won’t be conflicting opinions. That’s why it’s crucial to discuss things beforehand.

Okazaki Rinto: With everyone facing in the same direction, you can bring out a great result. Like in soccer when you shoot a goal.

Cameraman: So on the flipside of the safe and secure Re:vale lives, you find all that careful effort to teamwork…

Cameraman: So, what’s the appeal of ŹOOḼ’s lives?

Okazaki Rinto: Ah, I’d like to know that too.

Utsugi Shirou: I thought about that myself, too, and I think it’s probably the gap moe.

Okazaki Rinto: Gap moe…

Utsugi Shirou: Do people still say “gap moe”?

Okazaki Rinto: Um, probably…

Utsugi Shirou: Usually, ŹOOḼ’s members have a unwelcoming atmosphere, right?

Utsugi Shirou: And well, our agency also promotes them like that.

Utsugi Shirou: They’re not easily tamed. And that’s what makes them into a sharp group that offers a new kind of thrill.

Okazaki Rinto: Yes, I understand.

Utsugi Shirou: But in reality, all of them really want to be loved, so they can’t help but be excited for their lives.

Utsugi Shirou: You can see that excitement overflow from within them.

Okazaki Rinto: Ah! That certainly is gap moe… They really start to look cute like that, right.

Utsugi Shirou: They do.

Utsugi Shirou: I know I’m praising our own idols, but their singing and performances are really high level.

Utsugi Shirou: “I kind of want to support them”, I think it’s really easy to start thinking that.

Utsugi Shirou: So please, do come to their lives.

Okazaki Rinto: Certainly… A live is kind of like their own garden, right.

Okazaki Rinto: Rather than going to someone else’s garden, ŹOOḼ seem to be more lively when they’re in their own domain.

Utsugi Shirou: Yes, they can be kind of shy… they’re the exact opposite of Re:vale.

Okazaki Rinto: They love being in other people’s area. Their own garden is comfortable, but they get really energetic when they’re at someone else’s place.

Utsugi Shirou: That kind of characteristic is really strong in show business. Having exchanges with many different people, and that kind of give-and-take…

Okazaki Rinto: Barging into ŹOOḼ-san’s live, jumping in as a surprise guest at a show and stuff like that is what makes Re:vale really shine.

Utsugi Shirou: Our members are really weak to surprises…

Okazaki Rinto: That’s cute.

Utsugi Shirou: It is! But it’s not like they don’t know how to hold out until the end either.

Utsugi Shirou: Especially Inumaru-san and Isumi-san are actually the type to take the lead and thrive under adversity.

Utsugi Shirou: Midou-san and Natsume-san are more on the cautious side, but once they break out of their shell you really feel things get on a new level.

Utsugi Shirou: Their persistence, the feeling of “we won’t falter anymore, we won't be shaken anymore” really comes out then.

Utsugi Shirou: Once that happens, their real power comes out. It’s extremely cool.

Okazaki Rinto: They have that imposing impact of a bare, unsheathed knife, right?

Utsugi Shirou: Thanks a lot.

Okazaki Rinto: But they’re very cute at their lives.

Utsugi Shirou: They are. So please, come visit ŹOOḼ’s lives.

Cameraman: Thank you for the interview. Tying it up with an advertisement…

Okazaki Rinto: As expected of a Tsukumo employee, you’re shrewd.

Utsugi Shirou: Feel free to come to Re:vale-san’s lives, too.

–

Woman: …… The pre-”New Black or White” special issue…… Ahhh, there’s so much info in this article, I’m happy!

Woman: Riku-kun’s comment… “We came up with the setlist with everyone in the group. I think it’ll help us make a live that fits the current IDOLiSH7”.

Woman: “Our new song is great too, so please look forward to it!”

Woman: A new song… Ahh, I’m super, super excited. I wonder what the costumes will look like. Maybe they go with a different hairstyle or something, too.

Woman: I can’t wait. It’s gonna be the best New Year’s Ever ever! It feels like I might just skip over two centuries.

Woman: My senpai told me today that I look like I’m having fun lately.

Woman: She was surprised to see me like that, but said she’s glad for me since it seems like something good happened. That was so nice of her…

Woman: I should’ve said that it’s because of IDOLiSH7’s lives. Maybe I would have gotten to talk about them.

Woman: Riku-kun’s drama is starting, too, after all. There’s just nothing but good things happening lately. I’m so glad I got into IDOLiSH7!

Woman: I wonder what Riku-kun is like live… I’ve watched footage of him countless times, but maybe it’s different when you see it in real life.

Woman: I hope Riku-kun will have fun, he seemed to really look forward to it in the BackMagic videos.

Woman: I wonder if IDOLiSH7 can win this… No, even if they don’t, being part of this lineup is already amazing.

Woman: Riku-kun and everyone else are working so hard and earnestly on winning, I want to make them succeed…

Woman: I want IDOLiSH7 to win, even if that means I never win any lottery in my life…

Woman: …Ah, the other groups’ fans probably all think like that too, eh.

Woman: I want my oshi to be the happiest person in the world! All the others are so kind to Riku-kun, too. I love them all!

Woman: Ahhhh, I’m so excited!

~to be continued~

TL note: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moka_pot ...It's what you use when you're an espresso person and feeling fancy.

...We made it! When we started this project, I told Haruka-kun I was unwilling to do 11.3 and 11.4 under any circumstances because I knew it would be very troublesome to translate, haha. So, thanks, Haruka-kun! I'd cry if I had to do it.

That being said, time flies... thanks for the continued support, everyone!

- Mod Riku

#idolish7 translations #idolish7 translation #idolish7 spoilers #idolish7 part 6 #idolish7 #i7 translation

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snexy-the-snail · 2 months ago

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You think you can write a short of Apollo nomming on Percy sometime after the biting incident? I’d really like to see that they’re on good terms and Percy deserves as many comfort spaces as he can get

Love the au you’ve built up, I might take some inspiration for my own writing. Thank you so much!🤗

OO please do take inspiration!! I am living on pure spite atm and would live to revive PJO vore!!! and Of course-))

It had been weeks after the biting incident, and even more since A schedule of being eaten or sat with had been put in place. As much as it was embarrassing the sleep was too good to be truly upset. It was still gross, and half the time he felt like kicking Hermes teeth when he made a weird joke or teased him, but things weren't horrible.

Percy grimaces and stretches, trying to soothe the aches that came with practicing with the newcomers. Some of those wooden swords hurt, and the metal ones even more, thank you. He sighs glancing towards the beach wondering if that would take some of the odd aches away, it usually did, sometimes. Water healing got weird when it came to bodies, sicknesses and colds? Nothing. Cuts? Perfect, which seemed mildly unfair. He groans and leans again on a tree closing his eyes to soak up the warmth of the day. Maybe he should just go kill some monster, blow off some steam and get the adrenaline pumping.

Perfect day for it after all, it was bright, sunny, and-

He narrows his eyes cautiously glancing around the wood.

"I know you're there." He calls out, scowling when nothing happens. So, he brought out Riptide. It had to be Apollo; the warmth was undeniable. He could've stabbed a tree in frustration when he didn't get a response.

"What do you want to hear that I won't bite you again?" He snaps eyeing the trees like Apollo would morph out of one. That apparently was the issue considering the God appeared, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Serious? You were afraid I'd bite?" he asks with a scowl. Then again Triton had fully held him away like someone would with a naughty cat. Or a lizard- well Annabeth and a lizard at least.

"Not afraid! Just- well biting usually means big ole' seaweed beard shows up and last time he was not happy about the whole, trying to get you to take a nap thing."

Percy scoffs and caps his sword, pocketing it. "Well, you deserved it, I said no." He points out crossing his arms. At least Apollo had the decency to look somewhat ashamed.

"I thought you were...ya know cranky?" The god says with a shrug, Percy very much scowling at the comment. Maybe he had been, but the fact Apollo was calling him out to that wasn't thrilling. "Or at least, Hermes says you're all squirmy and rude at first, so I thought it was just part of the process." Apollo continues not looking Percy in the eye.

Of course. Percy let an exhausted sigh out a hand running through his hair. 12-year-old him would've flipped if this is what the future looked like. "I've seen you like, 5 times, and we don't have that whole directly related thing going on." He starts off. Sure, he had seen his dad about the same, but the sea god was *his* dad. Apollo might be his cousin or something, but he didn't *know* him like he did Hermes.

"I've seen Hermes more than my own dad, talked with him too, so he's familiar I guess...I just... You're not."

That didn't sound too brutal, did it? Oh. Apollo's gaze was hard, serious. It was weird considering he had only seen the god acting goofy half the time. He looked...godly almost. The silence was awkward, and Percy hated it, about to open his mouth to fill the silence but Apollo beat him to it.

"I'd never hurt you. You know that right?"

"What?"

"I said I'd never hurt you. You're the reason half my kids are alive. They pray to me about you, about what you've done for them." Apollo continues with a bittersweet smile on his face. "And it kills me that you're not taking care of yourself. Hero of Olympus, title bearers of heroes of old, it doesn't matter. You're still just a kid under that."

Percy swallows thickly not moving an inch as the god approached him, much like a stray horse, a warm hand settling on his shoulder. It was a different warmth than his dad's or Triton's. It was pure soul bringing warmth opposed to the gentle cooling his sea families brought.

"Just a kid huh?" He laughs bitterly, closing his eyes, soaking in the soothing warmth. It washed over his soreness much like the waves did. The air feeling crisp in his lungs as he drew a breath. "Where was that thinking when I was 12."

The silence that settled over them wasn't comfortable, though Apollo had a sorrowful expression on his face. "Gods don't change, not truly. But you, Percy Jackson, have certainly demanded we try."

It was an honesty he swore he couldn't get from his father half the time...then again truth fell within Apollos domain. He wasn't sure why the sudden honesty, well partly. He crosses his arms and steps away from the warm weight on his shoulder. "Someone's gotta try for a better future." He grumbles.

And it was getting better. From what he heard God spent more time with their kids than just eating them. He knew for sure Poseidon was, Nico literally had a room and Apollo dropped by fairly often to see his kids now. Especially Will.

Apollo chuckles ruffling his hair with a grin. "You're a good kid, and I know Uncle P is proud of you." The god continues a fond look twinkling in his eyes.

"Yeah, mmhm." He laughs barely trying to tame the wild mess that Apollo had created. He knew exactly what the God was seeking now but...funnily enough it was better, like a slow drawn-out permission. Comforting, like Hermes would do it. A small chat before getting to business.

He was...feeling a bit drawn out and exhausted. The training took more out of him than he had been expecting. He sighs heavily leaning against a tree looking back to Apollo. The god stood there silently, his gaze watching him intently. Taking in each movement and any expression he made. Clearly waiting to see his response.

"It's better." He says suddenly, hiding a smile when the god jolted at his voice, like he wasn't expecting it. "What is?"

"This." He says gesturing vaguely. "Small talk, no taunting. I don't like cat and mouse games."

"I wasn't- "

"You are. You guys stand weird when you're thinking about it." Percy points out raising a brow. It was a stance, a slightly arched one, tense like a predator stalking its prey though, it felt...oddly relaxing.

Apollo seemed stunned, before a rolling laugh poured from him. His eyes twinkle, his lips quirking upwards. "People should give you more credit. You're a rather observant little whirlpool."

A scoff draws from him, rolling his eyes as he looked the god over. "It's more common sense. Any god I've seen always does that before they snag someone."

He wasn't being snagged per say, Apollo was working up to it which he'd gladly take. Gave him more time to calm his nerves. "Anyway, get it over with, I've got another lesson in like two hours." he says with a dramatic sigh.

There was a pause before Apollo approached him cautiously, getting more confident when no teeth sunk into his arm this time. "I'm not gonna bite this time." Percy complains, half tempted to give a small shove.

"Well forgive me for being cautious, I can't tell if you're just sassy or genuinely feral." The god shoots back before his hand settles on his shoulder, giving it a warm squeeze. Rather than his vision blurring and warm divine energy sinking into him, Apollos form twisted and grew right in front of him, his hand steadily covering his entire body.

He hums, going limp once massive fingers curl over his body lifting him up in a loose fist. It was a lot warmer than he was expecting. The ocean felt cool, soothing like aloe over a sunburn, Hermes felt breezy almost, a rush under his skin. Apollo was warm. Like incredibly warm. It was..comfortable actually.

"Still with me Perc?"

He hadn't even realized he had closed his eyes until the god spoke, jolting out of his thought. "Mm? Yeah. You're just warm." He mumbles. He stifles a yawn, scowling instead. He grumbles under his breath when it's met with a soft chuckle.

"I can still bite you." He warns, huffing as he'd brought up to the gods face, a cheeky smile spread across the lips. "So can I Mr. Piranha." Apollo teases, clacking his teeth together.

If it had been 3 months ago the tease probably would've terrified him, but Percy was more than used to the jabs by now. He rolls his eyes instead, half heartily kicking the gods cheek, sticking his tongue out when Apollo took his foot between his lip. The god was having way too much fun with this.

"Oh no I'm so terrified. Spare me." The monotone voice only seemed to spur more amusement from the god, a chuckle rumbling from him before his lips parted. The slick feeling of saliva soaking into him as he was eased further inside. Huh. It was more goopy sorta thick... Like honey almost. He must've made a face because a vibration of laughter ran through him. "Yeah, laugh it up, you have gross insides."

He scoffs trying to remain aloof as he slipped further inside the gods tongue safeguarding him from scraping against the bottom teeth. "You know one of these days you should be less gross and just magic me inside. Dad said you guys do that too." He points out closing his eyes as he let the warmth roll over him. It was comforting, soothing his aches and pains in ways water did.

The motions were familiar, his feet hitting the back of the gods throat, he tenses briefly, surprised when nothing happened. He cracks his eyes open a bit, waiting for a swallow to ripple over his feet but he sorta just laid there. He craned his neck the best he could, but he couldn't exactly see what expression was on the god's face. Fingers brushed against his head, like he was seconds from being pulled back out.

"Are you...waiting?" he asks slowly, a tad stunned. He hadn't expected that. All because he tensed a bit? Huh...that was oddly thoughtful. "I'm fine, it just gets weird with the sensation of falling." he admits after a second. A hum rolls over him before the familiar grasp of muscles tugs him downwards. The pressure and squeezing are almost comforting at this point. He sighs heavily closing his eyes again, not that it mattered considering the surrounding innards glowed.

The rippling of the muscles pulling him down was a motion that he had actually gotten used to. Mindlessly he counted the seconds, keeping his breathing as even as possible as he was squeezed and squished. The tight feeling at his feet giving way with the slight pressure.

Instead of a drop he was expecting it was more of a slide, the thick goopy insides making him scrunch his face up. "Ugh, why are you so goopy?" He grumbles. He shifted upwards, trying to push against the plush muscle, his hands sinking into it like putty. Different for sure.

"I'm not goopy! Literally none of my kids have ever complained."

"It's literally like putty in here!"

He makes face pulling his hand back, the thick mucus clinging to his hand as he did. "Actually at least putty doesn't stick to you." He grumbles, flopping back against the stomach, wall, grimacing when he sunk into the plush muscle.

"I'm sorry next time I'll tidy up, put some air fresheners inside, maybe add a rug." Apollo scoffed, Percy smirking when he felt a few very pointed pokes targeting his back.

"I feel like a rug would make this ten times worse." Percy laughs, closing his eyes with a sigh. He had two hours before his next lesson...that gave him some time for a night. "Might turning out the light? Man, you're like the worst to nap with." he teases, stretching out a bit. It was like being on a weird waterbed. He could get used to water, but this was like an oddly firm Jello.

A dramatic sigh caused the muscles to ripple all around him, the light fading from a bright light to a softer glow. "My kids never complain." the god grumbles, though the fond tone indicated he wasn't truly upset.

"Your kids sometimes actually glow in the dark, so doesn't surprise me- now shut it." Percy murmurs, not real heat in his voice as he relaxes further into the organ. It really was like sunbathing, a constant warmth enveloping him no matter how he moved or turned. His lips quirk up, more so when a steady pressure rubs against his back.

So, Apollo wasn't as bad as he first had thought that was good to know. He could live with this.

"Wake me up in two hours, I'm serious I have classes to teach." He grumbles, not even fighting the wave of exhaustion.

"Mmhm, we'll see if you're up for it then."

Percy scowls, letting an annoyed huff out. Well, there went the rest of his day.

#soft vore #safe vore #pjo vore #extreme cuddling #protective vore #endosoma #comfort vore #pjo soft vore #g/t vore

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denial-permanente · 3 months ago

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Wondering how you deal with making those captions and answering that many question while being locked but without becoming crazy...

To me it's like I had to kinda "forget" about that thing down there do be able to get remotely used to it.

And I am far far away from your time frames...

If I locked up being horny in the first place it was pure torture. Couldn't stop thinking about it. To the other newcomers here - having a wank and locking up afterwards is easier in this regard. The sexual drive is gone so it's easier to not think about it being caged. At least for me...

Anyways, I am wondering how this part of your journey was for you? I know about the story when Miss went on a trip and so on... But to sum it up, would you say that you eased into the cage or was it more like getting used to and than full commitment at once?

And getting back to my primary thought, have you been active in the interwebs from the beginning on? And if so, did it interfere with getting used to being locked? Or did you kinda naturally reduce your online times during first longer periods so it didn't drove you crazy?

And compared to today - I guess nowadays it's just easy because not getting hard while doing everything is just the new normal ? I mean like no difference between writing this blog (being locked) and getting a new haircut (being locked) - is it?

So asked more from a mental point of view: what would your recommend for beginners, to get into longer periods? Would it be better to ditch all remotely porn related things? Lock it, and forget about Tumblr and other platforms while being in the first few week or month long lockups?

Or am I completely wrong with it needing to become "normal" in a way that you don't think about it any longer?

Sometimes I am comparing it to girls wearing a bra... Might be new in the beginning. Might be strange. Might feel uncomfy at times. But the extra support is mostly welcome and after a few years a woman not only does not think about the bra anymore she doesn't notice it 99% of the time and if she does it's just normal and not kinky or sex related at all. And in the end she might even feel incomplete without a bra in public.

To me it's like it's you kinda need to get to this point with a cage. Don't you?

🔏 Wow, there's a lot here! Let's see if I can simplify it: You seem to be wondering how I learned to cope with the constant arousal of being locked with no relief. Is that it?

I had purchased a CB3000 pretty much right when they came out. I spent some time making adjustments and figuring out the fit, etc. I did all this *before* I sprung it on @mrs--edge. We had already tried this because I had made a few of my own cages, and she did enjoy the idea. Once I figured out a good combination of rings and spacers for the CB3000, I showed her a picture of the product. "You've got to get one of those," she said. I told her that I had already bought it, so she had me put it on for her, and we jumped right into it. I think I was locked for at least two weeks straight, then a little break, then a couple more weeks, and before long it was weeks, then months at a time.

Was I horny all the time? Of course. Hell, twenty five years later and I'm still horny all the time. But probably it was because I didn't get any breaks that I just learned to live with what I called the "constant low-level simmer of arousal."

As to looking at porn, etc, I'm not sure what to say. Except for the picture captions that I do, I'm not much for looking at porn. Frankly, very few things are nearly as exciting to me as the stuff in my own head. But if you had a habit of viewing it often, I'd suggest cutting back would help in not going crazy being caged.

Look, I can't tell you what will work for you. A lot of guys seem to need to build up to it. A week. A couple of weeks. Then maybe the entire month of LOctober. I get it; being horny all the time is distracting. How do you relieve the constant pressure?

For me, it seems like getting tossed right into the deep end just worked out. My wife took to this pretty quickly, and she liked my constant physical attention - as long as I didn't get whiney and bothersome. She had no problem early on telling me "No coming until I say so," and eventually, "No more being unlocked." In some ways, I didn't have much choice except to become used to holding it in. The advantage to that approach is that it by necessity becomes "normal" which probably makes the transition easier.

#chastity question

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year ago

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The Stranger 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Destroyer!Chris

Summary: A stranger buys the farmstead nearby and disturbs your sleepy village life.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Your grandmother sends you into town for groceries. Mads, the old welder from down the road, drives you in with your wagon, dropping you off on his way to the next county. His son lives in the next hamlet with his new wife. Their wedding was the last big event in Hammer Ford.

Mads helps you unload the wagon from the bed of his truck and bids you a goodbye. You hope he enjoys his visit with Matthias, he seems to miss him. You wave at his departure before you set off down to the grocer.

You mill the aisles as you follow the list your grandmother gave you. Nothing beyond the usual haul. If only her old car hadn’t broken down. It seems everything around you is at a limit. You feel it all commingling as inevitability looms. Something’s gotta give.

You turn into the dairy section, searching out the plain Skyr. You squint at the selection, looking for the decisive blue banner. You reach for a container but quickly shy away as another mirrors your movement. You back up and stare at the rest of the selection, waiting for the other shopper to grab their yogurt and go.

“You like this stuff?” The rocky voice rolls through you.

You wince. It’s familiar. Well, around here, it’s bound to be. You peer over at the other customer. That man. The newcomer. The one you brought the pie too.

You shrug and claim a container of your own and put it in the wagon. You just want to get this done with. You have to drag the wagon all the way back to your grandmother’s. It’s better than walking both ways but still a trek.

“Is it better than Greek?” He asks.

You tug the wagon across the aisle and look at the cheese. He sighs. You hear the dull clack of the plastic tub set back on the shelf. His shadow lurks behind you.

“Did I do something? Say something?” He wonders as he steps in front of you.

You ignore him and grab a brick of cream cheese. You add it to your load. His sole squeaks on the floor and he rests his hand on the shelf.

“Look, I think maybe we got off to a bad start. I’m Chris, what’s your name?”

You blanch and blink at him. Why is he bothering you? Can’t he see you’re utterly hopeless?

You mutter your name, thinking it might just make him leave you alone. He’s being nice but you’re not ready for this. Entirely unprepared for him or a conversation. He’s a stranger, even if you do know his name.

“I like that,” he says, “pie was good.”

You frown and shake your head before you realise what he means.

“Grandma baked it,” you say plainly.

“Oh. You live with her?” He wonders.

You nod and grab the handle of the wagon again, “excuse me, sir.”

You bow your head and try to step past him. He doesn’t move. His cart is on the other side of the aisle, penning you in.

“I’ll have to say thank you. It was very nice of you to walk all the way up there.”

“Sir,” you look down at the list, a subtle way of saying you’re busy.

“You walk all the way here?” He leans to look around you at the wagon, “I could give you a lift back. I still owe you.”

“It’s okay,” you barely get your voice above a whisper. You don’t know what’s wrong with you. He’s being perfectly pleasant but you just want to disappear. “Thanks.”

“Right,” he crosses his arms, “well, just try not to get lost in the woods.”

You wince and peer up at him. Your cheeks burn and you drop your eyes shamefully at the allusion of your previous gaff. You don’t think you’ll be taking the same short cut again.

“I’m kidding,” he says, “sorry, I… I’m just trying to lighten the mood. Look, if you don’t need a ride, maybe I could buy you a slice of pie from that bakery down the road. Then we can call it even.”

You rock back and forth. You push your hand down to hide the tremble in it, pressing the list against your stomach. You take a breath and look him in the face, just for a moment before you shy away and end up talking to the collar of his shirt.

“Even?” You echo.

“Sure,” he agrees, “pie for a pie.”

Your cheek pinches at the bad pun. You nod and sway, glancing back at your wagon.

“I gotta finish,” you crinkle the paper as you wave it.

“Right, me too,” he drawls, “I’ll meet ya there?”

You sniff and nod. You got his name, that means you can appease your grandmother, and you can get him to leave you alone for good. Even, done. No more reason to bother you. Besides, you wouldn’t mind sitting down before you head back down the country roads.

“Okay,” you murmur softly.

“Promise,” he insists.

“Mhmm,” you hum and put your nose down to the list, “excuse me, I gotta grab more sugar.”

“Of course,” he sidles out of the way, moving to stand behind his cart, crossing his arms against the bar, “what kinda pie do you like?”

You hesitate before dragging the wagon forward. Your mind is racing. You’re already regretting your surrender.

“Apple,” you utter and roll down the aisle. He repeats the word in his silty tone, toying with it as he hums.

You turn down the next row as you hide behind the list. You think of just heading out with what you have and seeing if you can’t get a head start before he can catch up. No, no. You already made a mess of this. It won’t take much more for him to realise you’re a disaster better left alone.

#the stranger #destroyer!chris #dark chris #dark!chris #destroyer!chris x reader #destroyer #backwoods au #au #series #drabble

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markantonys · 6 months ago

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Was talking with a moot and they were saying how they don't feel like the show is doing a good job of explaining the lore. How right now we don't know what being the Dragon actually means, what ta'veren are, what the Dark One even is, what does he want, why does the Dragon fight him, how all of these mythologies are built into the worldbuilding in the books but aren't as clear in the show/feels disconnected. Idk I feel like the show is just introducing these things at a slower pace than the books did and that's not necessarily a bad thing

i just don't get these arguments because most of these lore points literally have been explained in the show???? do these book fans just miss it when lore is incorporated via natural dialogue or via Showing Not Telling instead of via somebody sitting us down to do an infodumping monologue for 5 minutes? i swear to god so many readers just don't pay attention to the show and then whine that it's missing stuff it did in fact include.

dragon stuff: this has been abundantly explained in both seasons, meanwhile in the books the concept of TDR wasn't even introduced until book 2. we will get more specifics at the same time rand does in upcoming seasons, just like in the books. at this early stage we don't need to know any more than "the dragon is a chosen one figure whose purpose is to fight the dark one and lead the last battle."

what the dark one is: a bad guy (duh) but otherwise left intentionally vague to build up mystery, just like the books did. we don't have the slightest conception of what TDO actually is until his first onscreen "appearance" in book SIX.

what does he want: to break the wheel and end existence. ishy's literal entire season 2 storyline was about this, and it went into way more detail than books 1-3 did. i'm not sure we got much of this stuff in the books until moridin came on the scene.

ta'veren is the only one i'd agree the show hasn't gone into much (though it DID explain the concept in 1x08), but, again, do we need to know that much about it right now? we know that our EF5 are Special, and that's enough if you ask me.

(i also wonder if the show might go a bit lighter on ta'veren than the books. idk, some of the stronger Main Character Energy stuff like plot armor and convenient coincidences and people blurting out secrets around them might come off a bit silly, and as for the stuff relating to the pattern controlling ta'veren's paths, it's interesting but it's pretty deep lore and the story doesn't really change whether or not we're explicitly aware that the events that happen to our gang are predestined. like, we'll obviously get plenty of predestination stuff with rand's dragon prophecies and min's viewings and likely the finn, so how necessary is it to also go into great detail on ta'veren predestination?)

having watched both seasons with my show-only non-fantasy-literate mom, i can attest that there is SO MUCH information for newcomers to wrap their heads around and i think her brain would have exploded if these seasons had tried to squeeze in any more than they did. she made me take down notes she could review between episodes! you should've seen her poor eyes glazing over at all the lore & worldbuilding stuff getting thrown at her in 2x05! this also goes for stuff like the whining about the show not yet using the words saidar & saidin - if they'd been throwing those around constantly since day 1, my mom would've had no fucking clue what they were talking about because she really struggles with remembering fantasy jargon, whereas consistently referring to it as "the male/female half of the source" in these early seasons is way more intuitive and way more effective at teaching her how this magic system works.

at the end of the day, the show simply is not ever going to flesh out the lore and mythology as deeply as the books do due to limitations of this different medium, and people need to accept that. it will explain as much lore as is necessary to understand the story and not much more than that, and that's absolutely fine. show-onlys are understanding the story just fine with the information the show is choosing to include, and lore nerds can knock themselves out rereading the books anytime they want.

#anonymous #answered #wot book spoilers

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felinisnoctis · 4 months ago

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Chaos Prime: Fucking Around

The chaos trio meets @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan's Emperor's Child and Slaaneshi disaster marine, Zaarius

CW: Smut, blood, mechadendrites and various other appendages... look it's chaos space marine porn, you have been warned.

Tags: @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @egrets-not-regrets @sleepyfan-blog @kit-williams

“I did say I’d introduce you to some of the other regulars at the base here,” Hura explained to the three primaris newcomers following him around the chaos base. “This is Zaarius, who despite his occasional dramatics is a very good chemist.”

“Well hello there handsome.” Zaarius smirked at the younger marine, giving his usual somewhat flirtatious greeting. Sure the last young primaris he’d used that on had nearly strangled him, but this one didn’t look quite as jumpy. Then again it was hard to get jumpier than a young Black Templar.

The former ultramarine looked Zaarius up and down for a long moment. “You look like you’d snap in half if you followed up on that thought.” Zaarius grinned back at him “I assure you I’m stronger than I look, young one.” Hura managed to glare at both of them.

“So you’re the one who makes those little candies. Hoping to put that theory to the test?”

“I make delicious goods that others Desire and Crave. Care to have a bite?” New customers were always good, even if he wasn’t supposed to be promoting addictions or whatever.

“Sure, but I think Hura might actually vomit if I gave you one here.” Oh.

“If you are going to continue please do so somewhere in private.” By this point Zaarius had learned that particular smooth tone meant Hura was getting slightly irritated. Felix meanwhile had a very shark-like grin going. “Oh, but I need to call my brothers in first!”

“Wait-wait-wait, how many brothers are we talking here?”

“There's two more to our little band here. You sure you don't break, my dear little firstborn?”

“Three? Ok, just be gentle.” The cheeky smile was back.

Hura put his hand to his face before looking at Zaarius. “If they kill you, I want your organs for research purposes.” He turned back to Felix “I do actually need this idiot alive and intact and able to do his chemist duties. He does have use and value to me, despite his..tendencies. That means all limbs and brain matter intact. Also read these before you do anything too stupid.” He handed Felix a couple of pamphlets. The top one was entitled Safe Pleasure and Gifts from the Gods. Underneath another bore the title Protecting your Partners from Slaaneshi Poisons and Nurglite STDs. The last one was Safe, Sane, and Consensual - Boundary Negotiations for Unusual Physiology and Psychology. “There’s also a stockpile of assorted condoms and other coverings for different appendages in the hall closet.”

Felix slipped the pamphlets into a combat pouch. “We’ll look over them, I promise.” Hura simply glared meaningfully at both of the marines. Felix started to protest and changed course. “I’ll look them over while I wait for my brothers.”

Hura glared at him one more time. “Please do. And please take any further slaaneshi nonsense somewhere private.”

Zaarius grinned up at the pair. “Want to take it to one of the practice rooms, big boy?” Hura gave an exasperated sigh and walked off. A minute later Felix and Zaarius headed down to the practice rooms, his two brothers finding him and falling in behind him.

“You didn’t mention you had a techmarine,” Zaarius commented, seeing Mic’s mechadendrites come into view.

“That a problem?” Mic queried, one camera scanning up and down the firstborn’s body.

“Not at all, darling. Specialists are so rare these days though, I didn’t know we had a new one in town! And so well endowed.” Zaarius gestured at the variety of mixed flesh and machine mechadendrites sprouting from the techmarine’s back.

“Usually people ask about Batsy’s wings,” Mic grunted, looking up at his towering bat-winged companion.

“They are very nice wings. And very large.” Batsy’s wings twitched at the commentary as they entered the sparring chamber. All three primaris looked like they were ready for a fight in full armor. Zaaruis’s smaller size was enhanced by his chemist’s garb of a bright pink scrub top covered with images of small heart shaped candies, and matching purple scrub pants.

“Quick ground rules before we get started. Hands only and be gentle on restraints, pain is ok but don’t take it too far, got it boys?”

The three nodded assent. Mic added on “Mind the claws. Poison.” Felix added in response “And stay away from Batsy’s fangs, you’ll get sick.” Zaarius nodded in his turn in response, then blew a kiss at Felix as the other two finished leafing through the provided pamphlets. “Ready to go yet?”

“Nah, I think I’ll wait a little.” The ultramarine crossed his arms over his chest and gave a small signal to the other two, grinning at the firstborn. Batsy reached in to grab under Zaarius’s arms, pulling him down and back against the bulk of the large primaris. “Gotta enjoy the show after all,” Felix finished.

Mic reached a couple of mechadendrites in, deftly slicing through the seat of his pants. One mechadendrite, thick with oil, began to tease him open as others finished tearing his pants apart and ran bites up and down his thighs. A delicate little manipulator mechadendrite flicked pieces of fabric away and wrapped around his cock with a small whirr.

“You’re so pretty” Batsy whispered into his ear as he cut a line across Zaarius’s hand and pressed the wound to his mouth. Small hot pink dams covered his fangs, keeping the poison away, as he licked the blood from the wound. “You taste so sweet too, it’s like having cake for dinner.”

Zaarius leaned into the armored chest behind him. The armor felt oddly soft, likely fusing and merging with the skin of the occupant within it, as was common in chaos marines. Batsy’s gauntlets were off though, and one hand rubbed small circles on Zaarius’s shoulder through his shirt. “Aww you're sweet. And very good at shoulder rubs too. Mmm”. Felix was, so far, standing off to the side observing, arms folded across his chest. Zaarius grinned over at him. “Enjoying the show, big boy?”

Felix just looked at Zaarius, before slowly pulling a bag of chocolates out of one of his combat pouches. Specifically a bag of Zaarius’s excessive delights. “Hey, where did you get those?” Zaarius demanded. Felix didn’t respond, just very slowly pulled his helmet off. “You know those have slaaneshi poison in them right? Highly addictive drugs?” Felix grinned at him before opening the bag and popping one of the chocolates into his mouth.

Zaarius looked back at the ultramarine. “Suit yours….oh” his statement was interrupted as the other two lifted his hips up and pushed him back onto Batsy’s lap. The primaris marine had his codpiece off and his cock already pressing into Zaarius’s back. “Ready, beautiful?” Zaarius wiggled his hips back in response, still giving a cheeky grin at Felix. “Of course, handsome,” he murmured back at Batsy behind him.

Batsy’s hands guided Zaarius’s hips slowly down onto his erection, nuzzling at his neck and running his tongue over the pulse points. Another of Mic’s mechadenrites wrapped around Zaarius’s cock, squeezing it as he rocked back onto the cock pressing inside of him. “Fuck.” He leaned back as his orgasm left white cum over the mechadendrites. “That all you boys got?”

“Hmph, mouthy little bitch aren’t ya?” Felix growled at him from the sidelines, smooshing a second chocolate in one of his hands.

“You gonna do something about it, big boy?” Mic’s mechadendrites pulled back as Batsy’s arms and wings wrapped around Zaarius, holding the firstborn marine to his chest while working his way deeper inside him.

Felix rolled his eyes and pulled the codpiece off his armor in response, wrapping a chocolate covered gauntlet in Zaarius’s hair with one hand and unzipping himself and pressing his half-hard cock into Zaarius’s mouth with the other. Zaarius licked at it teasingly, arching his eyebrows and murmuring something that was probably rude but not intelligible enough to confirm.

“There, that’s a better use of that whore mouth of yours” Felix’s hand dropped down to rest under Zaarius’s chin, stroking a finger along his windpipe. “I’m going to make sure by the end of this you can’t do anything but whimper onto someone’s dick.” Zaarius made a somewhat obscene gesture in response. Felix pushed himself in deeper in lieu of a reply, closing his eyes as Zaarius continued attending to the cock in his mouth as the bat-winged marine underneath him pressed deeper inside, hands crossing over Zaarius’s chest and lingering around his nipples, holding him still for each thrust inside his ass. “Mmph, good” Batsy mouthed into Zaarius’s shoulder, pulling Zaarius closer into his chest as he climaxed inside the emperor’s child. Zaarius’s own wings fluttered lightly at the sensation.

Felix cuffed one of his ears lightly. “Focus, slut. We’re not done with you yet.” The ultramarine was close himself, the poison in the chocolates speeding his reactions. He pulled away just as he finished his own orgasm, suddenly picking Zaarius up and carrying him over to one of the benches before laying the firstborn across his lap. “In fact, we’re just getting started. I’m going to make you beg, you little slaaneshi whore.”

“Aww, you’re such a tease” Zaarius wiggled himself into a more comfortable position, propping his head up in his hands on the bench. Batsy came over and sat down by his head, a bright colored condom contrasting nicely with the yellow-gold of his armor. Very carefully he reached out and ran one finger along Zaarius’s wing, drawing out a shiver from him as Felix pressed down on his hips.

“Mouthy whore at that,” the pinning ultramarine faux-grumbled at his captive. “Oh, but I’m your whore for tonight, boy,” Zaarius snarked back, reaching a hand out to tease at Felix.

“Hmph, ought to teach you some manners.” A primaris-sized gauntlet smacked down onto Zaarius’s ass, driving the breath out of him for a moment. “Should’ve brought a whip.”

“Maybe…next…time…darling”, Zaarius managed to choke out between hits. Batsy knelt down beside the bench and started running his tongue up the edge of a wing, causing the diaphonous wing to vibrate in excitement. Felix shifted his approach as well, cold metal gloves tracing lines along Zaarius’s ass and thighs and ever so briefly brushing over his dick. One gauntleted finger worked its way slowly inside his ass as a large claw protruding from one of Batsy’s wings wrapped around Zaarius’s wrists. Zaarius kicked a little at the sensations, pulling him back towards the edge without ever quite letting him reach it. Mic ambled over and wrapped large hands around his ankles to still the motion, mechadendrites flicking up against Zarrius’s bruised thighs.

“Oooo. Meanie.” Zaarius whined at the trio. “True sons of chaos, torturing your prisoners. I shan’t beg for mercy though.” He did his best to stick his nose in the air in a dignified manner, given the position. A thin mechanical tendril flicked up against his cock. “Mmmph.” His voice started to be come breathless. “Still no.”

Felix and Batsy pulled back from him, leaving just the sensation of being pinned down as a toothed mechadendrite nipped into the very top of his thigh. That was going to leave a mark. Zaarius whimpered a little at being pulled back from so close to his climax. “Fine, fine. Please?” He made the saddest puppy dog eyes he could manage at the trio as Batsy leaned in and cut a long line across his shoulder, lapping up the oozing blood hungrily.

“Mic, shut him up,” Felix ordered. The codpiece on Mic’s armor hinged open as he stepped back and pulled out a part-metal dick, somehow already covered in a specially reinforced condom. “Here!” He pressed himself into Zaarius’s open mouth as Felix straddled the marine on the bench. “Naughty little slut,” he mocked as he inserted himself into Zaarius’s ass. Zaarius raised one hand with the middle finger extended in reply. Such a charming gesture that he’d learned from the baseline humans around here. He keened as Batsy returned the attention to his wings as well, bringing him up to a shuddering finish under the combined unwavering attention of all three primaris and leaving him moaning as they continued until their energy was expended as well.

As they finished, Batsy scooped Zaarius up in his wings, enclosing the smaller marine entirely in the warm skin. “Aw, we’ve gotten your clothes all ripped up,” he crooned as he settled down against the wall with Zaarius in his lap.

“It’s fine, love,” Zaarius crooned back as Batsy started to comb out Zaarius’s long silver hair. “Can someone get some shorts from my quarters? The sparkly purple ones, I think.” He leaned back against the wing behind him, tired and slightly woozy from blood loss. Somewhere off to the side, Mic pressed a glass of orange juice into his hand. “Drink,” the techmarine commanded as he picked clothing scraps and discarded protection up from around the area.

“Thank you dear,” Zaarius said as he slowly drank the juice down, endeavoring to keep his head still as Batsy began to braid his hair and tie it in place with ribbons. “You’re quite creative, Batsy,” he said between sips. “Aww, thanks,” the lamenter sounded almost shy in his response.

Felix returned with the requested pair of hot pants and a primaris-sized t-shirt, which draped over Zaarius’s body, leaving a trail of bite marks and bruises running up his legs and a healing cut and several more visible through the wide neck. “Well then darlings, are you going to buy me dinner after all that?” After a second of thought, Felix burst out laughing as Batsy scooped Zaarius up in his arms and carried him up the stairs.

Somewhere in the medical wing, Apothecary Hura felt an unexplained headache coming on.

#chaos triad #space marine husbandry #space marine husbandry sentience #warhammer 40k #does this count as marine meat monday?#marine meat monday #cw: smut

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madrone33 · 5 months ago

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THE WISDOM SAGA IS OUT AHHHH

It was SO much better than I anticipated. Like, I knew it'd be amazing to listen to - 'cause practically all of Jorge's stuff is - but I was less attached to Telemachus as a character than Ody, so while I was settled in for a fun time I wasn't as invested as I had been for the previous sagas.

Little. Did. I. Know.

HOW DO THE SAGAS JUST KEEP BEING SO GOOD LIKE WHAT JORGE DO YOU SLEEP

Anyway, now that it's officially out for everyone, here's 1000+ words worth of excited screeching/rambling/word vomit from my immediate reaction to the audio, when it released at midnight for me! (I'm australian, so I got it 15 hours ahead of the americans lol, but also means I hadn't seen the animatics from the Live at this point)

Also, heads up there's a lot of swearing and I wasn't very coherent, 'cause my brain-to-type filter was non-existent at midnight while in the middle of a HYPE adrenaline rush lol

I feel so awake rn, even though it's midnight lol.

Started smiling as soon as I heard him. He sounds so GOOD!! MICO you're knocking it out of the park!

"Come and give me a sign!" Ayyy the Athena motif!!

Ooh they merged MICO's audition way of saying "if you're dead... or just tooo far"!

"Can I do whatever I takes to keep my mum safe?" aww don't worry bebe Athena's coming!

"Where is the man who'll have to wife?" ooh they really did use the Man of the House lines!

And they dropped that it's been 20 years! That's good, a proper timeline needed to be established at this point or newcomers might get confused.

ohhh shit! That growled "Boy!"

(Also, edit from after I watched the Livestream: HE DID NOT JUST THROW A BOWL AT MY BOY OH HELL NO-)

"Why don't you open her room so we can" oh FUCK OFF ANTINOUS!

oh the LINE! The CHAMP line!

"If I fight this monster" THS MONSTER! It changed from those monsters to this monster, because while he might be having fun thinking of conquering distant monsters out in the world, the real monster is living in his home and he needs his father's strength more than ever and AHHH

(Another edit from post Live: he decided to fight for his mum's honour and thought he'd get a beatdown or DIE in the attempt and STILL put his fists up oh my goddd!! And also, HIM STEPPING INTO THE SPIRIT OF HIS FATHER AHHH)

Ok I hate Antinous already. Like, I really love his voice, it's perfect, Ayron did amazing, but Antinous? What the FUCK! FUCK HIM! And I decided I love Telemachus. He sounds so helpless in that last line 🥺 ATHENA STEP IN!

Listening to Little Wolf now! Oh god I'm scared for Tele

(Edit post Live: YOOO IT'S FULL ON STREET FIGHTER STYLE!)

"Wanna entertain me?" oh EW Antinous!

I just have a permanent stink face on rn lol

"Wanna entertain me?" Still ew, but also aww he didn't do the growl like in the demo

Clock sound effect! ATHENA!!!

she's giving TE/MO type vocal vibes, more than Act 1 Athena lol

"What's going on here??" lmao he's confused about Quick-Thought, like ody wasn't

"Uppercut him. Now." AYYYY FIGHT ADVICE

she's doing the verse melody but for him!

wait what'd she say? "I've no respect for bullies! Those who [something something] will!"

SHE CALLED HIM A DOG HA! What's a dog to a wolf hey antinous >:)

"One young wolf has a larger heart than all these men combined!" awww Athena <3

YES!! SHE'S SINGING THE CHORUS BUT IN HIS FAVOUR!!

the HARMONIES!!

"Oooh, maybe I pushed you a bit too hard..." lol she's too used to ody who is used to her

oh FUCK OFF antinous!

"Tell me, Athena, why you came to my aid..." wait WAIT HE SUNG THE "what keeps you up so late at night myyy friend?" MELODY??? HOLY SHIT!!

Ok that was awesome. We'll Be Fine time!

SHE CALLED ODY HER FRIEND!!

OMG SHE'S DOING THE "MIIIND" RIFF!!

awww she regrets <3

NO THE "SLEEP AT NIGHT" CALLING BACK TO ALL THOSE TIME ODY COULDN'T SLEEP FROM REGRET

omg but her HIGH notes

ooh? 👀 The line changed from "sailed to an island" to "and I didn't die?? What does this mean for HTD's "I heard he's on a diplomatic mission" line?

oh now HIS high notes!!

THEIR HARMONIES!!

awww their motifs mixing! <3 <3

(Edit post Live: lmao him trying to lean on her shoulder and accidentally falling through her instead XD)

Well that was nice! Time for LIP... What am I in for bro

AHA I was RIGHT! The music from the cover art reveal IS here at the start of this song!

OH HOLY HSIT NOT HIS "REMEMBER ME" OMG WAIT GO BACK

The "ohhhh" motif from Remember Them!

TIME DIVE! WITH LYRICS!

oh yo! THESE scenes! We called the Sirens, Scylla, and Thunder Bringer on the discord, but the lines that are being used are INTERESTING

(Edit post Live: the animatics are going CRAZY this saga!)

calypso time...

Ooh calypso's voice is much gentler than the snippets! (I'm determined to not let my bias against her character in the Odyssey colour how I feel about her performance, because Wangui is a lovely person, and her voice is beautiful.)

lmao the awkwardly long pause and then "... ANWAYS!" is always funny XD

the electronic elements when she reveals what she is!

"Time can take a heavy toll." uh oh what's that mean

Damn not the "all I hear are screams"-

...

... holy fuck. Um. My jaw literally dropped what. What. Ok first, her "ody" fuck that. Second, the LEDGE?? Um. UM. I need to rewind please

Oh shit

Oh my goddd JUST LET HIM GO

NOT THE OPEN ARMS NO WHAT THE FUCK NOT POLITES OMG EURYLOCHUS OH FUCK ANTICLEA TOO OH SHIT

no him calling for athena! 😭

the slow clock omgggg

YES GO HELP HIM HE NEEDS HELP

... wait I need to rewind wait shit I'm shaking

ok. Pause. That was.

I guess I called correctly, but it turned out to be a BIT of an understatement when I said there'd be an UNEXPRECTED EMOTIONAL MOMENT! What the FUCK. Oh god that was incredible and I teared up and ah fuck wtf fuck who gave him the RIGHT

TIme for God Games. Shit. Am I ready for Beast Mode Zeus??? No. But I'm doing it anyway! :D

ok that was beautiful. Also her calling him "father" was unexpected but welcome

"... Odysseus." commander motif!!

god I love his voice but I hate him

ok I love how he says "AphroDITE!" I'm smiling, I'm getting into this

also, wait why does he say "or" instead of "and" like the snippets did?

The voice teasers! Ah shit I can't believe I'm going to HEAR THEIR VERSES IN A FEW SECONDS WHAT. Also Hera's voice is VERY interesting!

Apollo? YO?? Wait wait I have to go back and actually listen to the words lmao his voice is cool!

oh the sirens??

Huh. I... don't really get that logic? Athena just said "yeah but they had it coming and now they'll know better" and he replied "understandable have a nice day"?

wow what is that accent? Lemme go back and understand lol

damn those went by quick. Also, not what I'd thought their issues would be. Tho I think someone called the sirens one!

ooh wait I've always loved aphrodite's, this is BEAUTIFUL. I need to go back to the start of the song so I can get her full impact after pausing so much.

ohhh she's the first one to reject athena!

Ares!!

"HOLD YOUR TONGUE NOW! HIS SON'S MY FRIEND!"oop you done fucked up ares

oh I LIKE hera's voice! It's kinda airy but still hella powerful!

damn my jaw hurts from smiling

I hear cheering 👀

ohhh THAT'S what he meant by "or"! Athena was supposed to face either the five gods or Zeus?

"You DARE to defy me!" DAMN Zeus! That growl!

THUNDER BRINGER CHORUS!

lightning bolt to the face lmao

oh? The Wotm motif?

wait. Is the. Is this the "anime character on brink of death thinks of their friends and powers up" moment???

(Edit post Live: shit, zeus. Someone call CPS)

"Let him go..." oh wait that's IT?? NO WHAT SHIT

... lemme hear that end bit again.

WAIT reading through the comments and JORGE'S DAD VOICES HEPHAESTUS?? HOLY SHIT THAT'S EPIC! Now we just need his sister lol.

Oh that's right, I can see the cast now! Brandon McInnis as Apollo, POSEY as Hera, and Mike Rivera as Hephaestus. Nice.

It's 1 am now. Holy shit that was a wild ride. Damn. Hats off to Jorge and all the cast and editors and EVERYONE, that was absolutely incredible!! 💙🙌🏼🎉

... but also JORGE! WHEN I CATCH YOU JORGE-

#epic the wisdom saga spoilers #epic the wisdom saga #epic the musical #odysseus #telemachus #athena #antinous #calypso #zeus #apollo #hephaestus #aphrodite #ares #hera #immediate reactions #my posts #long post #tw sui attempt #tw swearing

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tinydefector · 5 months ago

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Laboratory logs 6

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: Trauma, hints to human trafficking and Sex Trafficking.

Wooo, it's the weekend, which means more fanfic.

Enjoy how the stories come together.

Masterlist

Request and ask are open.

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"Feelin betta?" Rattler asked the smaller speedster. Traxies vented softly against Rattler's plating as he slowly onlines his optics after his emotional shut down. "...A little," he replied at last, voice gravelly from raw-edged sobs.

"Why...help me?" Traxies field flickered, "You don't know me. I could be anyone"

A rumbling chuckle answered Traxies. "You looked like you needed it. Ain't no crime in that." Servos rubbed his back reassuringly. "We all get tumbled by life sometimes. Best to lend a hand up when we can."

"Rattler! Fuck sake man! Why did you take off!" A voice over the hill yells, the firm if a human comes into view, he stands there panting, hands resting on his knees. When his eyes land on the blue mech that was pressed against Rattler's side the young man lets out a noise. "Oh my god Rattle really?, hookup right now?" .

Traxies tenses before head floods his linescand his fans kick on in embarrassment. But the shuttler seemed unconcerned, chuckling softly as he hailed the newcomer.

"Ain't like that, Tony! Just lendin' servo' is all." Rattler greeted. "Poor mech was tumbled up good." Tony slowly makes his way down to the two mechs, "fuck you have long legs, some of us can't Fly remember!" He huffs out before his eyes move back to the rather dishevelled looking younger mech.

Traixes peered at the man, still rather embarrassed over the situation. "Thank you for checking on me. But...where am I, precisely?" Carefully extricating himself from Rattler's hold, Traixes faced them both. " Kosciuszko National Park, Rattler here was meant to be helping me with plant documentation and seed collection!" He huffs out. "What you expect from me T, those plants are minuscule!. Ain't my fault you fleshies so small!." Rattler rumbled a laugh, unbothered by Tony's grumbling.

Traixes cycled a soft vent, anxiety uncoiling as he watched the two bicker, “I outta rearrange your wires, maybe take a crowbar to you!” Tony threatened only for Rattler to laugh loudly while getting treated by the human.

"What plants were you studying?” Traxies voice is faint, but the curiosity in his optics is rather vivid. “ At the moment, Gentianella diemensis and Brachyscome, but really all of them, collecting seeds for storage and documenting and also just taking notes of what else grows in this area, makes it easier for foraging guilds." Tony hums while taking down notes. Traxies optics lit with interest, Over Earth-based botany.

"Fascinating! Brachycomes are so diverse in form and colour. Gentianellas produce such vibrant blooms - so much beauty packed into such tiny packages." Field rippling with eagerly with excitement over someone else outside of Brainstorm and Perceptor.

“Well would ya look at that, got ya Self an apprentice Tones” Rattler chuckled. “ Could I tag along?." Traxies was barely containing the urge to leap up and explore. The shuttler's field pulsed in amusement at the speedster's enthusiasm. "Course you can join, kid. Sounds useful to have extra hands and optics. Just watch your step - some critters out here got teeth meaner than Tony's bark!"

"Yea and I'm the one who's gotta worry about getting bitten by a Mulga Snake. Cause you know, not made of metal!" Tony shoots back at Rattler. The shuttle burst into hearty guffaws at Tony's backhand comment. "Ain't that the truth! These pede just bounce the fangs right off. You thought - one lil' nip and it's bye-bye Tony Time." He teased down at the disgruntled human.

"Fuck you Rattler, here I am housing and hiding you from the Government and your war and this is the way you treat me, might just leave you out on the airstrip " He calls out while flipping the mech off. In truth it was all fun and games between the two, neither of them took it to heart. "Aww, you know you love me really! Who else gonna haul your scrawny aft outta snake-infested bushes, eh?"

"Come on let's get these seeds and photos, I wanna get out of here before tourist start showing up and asking questions, and I'd rather not get pinged for being around you lot, last time you were out you nearly ended up in a scuffle between bots and cons" Tony huffs out while continuing to find the dried flowers taking samples and notes.

Traixes cast Rattler a sidelong glance, field rippling question. The shuttler responded gently, "Ain't easy bein' mech's on an organic world. Factions clashed here and there; we wanna avoid notice. We keep our heads down, stick to backcountry. Don't want Megatron's attention or lackies on us"

It makes Traxies stop for a moment. The war was over, where were the Decepticons and Autobots fighting on earth?Was it the DJD?, or some other side faction. Did he miss hear Rattler? Questions and unease slowly settle into the pit of his tanks. "Rattler, did you say Megatron?." He inquiries softly.

Rattler glanced down at the Blue speedster. "Megatron's Decepticons came lookin' for energy way back. Went up against Optimus Prime and his Autobots, nearly got cuaght in the crossfire, it's How Tones and I met."

"Megatron, now - he's one pit-spawn mech you don't wanna meet, bits. Ruthless as they come." Traixes cycled a soft vent, studying flora to ground swelling emotions. Worry wells up in him. What time was this Earth year, had he jumped back really far again. Megatron had renounced the Decepticon cause, he was now Co-captain of the Lost Light, how far back had he jumped in time?.

His spark pulsed a frantic staccato as fear crashed over him. Megatron leading Decepticons - the brutal tyrant had not yet walked his road to redemption. And Traxies was out here without his crew. He needed to get out of here. "Easy there, youngling. Breathe for me now, in and out...you're alright. ain't no Cons to hurt you here."

he choked out, "Time...jumped...how...far..." His spark whirled in helplessness and confusion.Tony spun around seeing the young Mech having a panic attack and quickly moving towards both Rattler and Traxies. “Hey, hey, He's not here can't hurt ya” the human man states while patting Traxies leg.

"C-Can't stop it... ability… it hurts, please...." He choked on static, struggling to regain control over his processor and the memory. He had only ever felt this fear for Megatron once in his lifetime, but he had been grabbed by Ratchet when Optimus and Megatron ended up in a standoff.

Slowly, through sheer force of will, He blinks. The sound of the wind over hills, the wildlife of earth disappears and it's replaced with talking, gears, engines and mechanical components. His energy field flickers like a dying flame. He slumped, utterly spent.

"I'm...sorry. Not meant for time-hopping. Dangerous." He rasped shakily against Rattler's plating, optics dim and blurry. Never had his outlier gifts backlashed so violently. He never had trouble with it when he was younger, but it was only ever little jumps. What if he couldn't return?

Tony's mouth opens and closes, almost stunned at the scenery around them, Rattler holds Traxies close trying to sooth him. "Easy, easy. Think of your happy place, where do you feel happy" Rattler asked, trying to calm the young mech. "Easy Kiddo, it's alright, it's alright" Tony says softly. Their touch almost feels like the memory, similar to when the Ambassador would hug him.

This time he settles quicker, doesn't turn into a sobbing mess he had been when he had jumped to Earth, his optics flickering open, he gazed around also taking in the scenery, reading concern, his optics flicker up to the sky and there they are again, the Two unscared moons staring back at him. Traixes' vocalizer glitched. "Frag I've jumped, it feels like I'm losing control."

He dared not think what becoming truly unmoored between space and time might drive one to. He needed to get back to his crew, back to Ratchet. But exhaustion weighed heavily on his frame as he slumped against Rattler.

Rattler hadn't seen this in Millennium, it was Cybertron alive and beautiful as it once was. Tony stands there just looking stunned as he looks around. "Cybertron? But how...my ability, it never brought others along before!" Steadying himself, Traxies met their gazes, "I will get us back, I swear, frag im so sorry!."

"I think it's best if we find somewhere to lay low pits. I haven't seen this place in stellar cycles" Rattler states. "I second that" Tony's eyes watch the movement of such large bots in awe. "Whatever you do, don't put me on the ground!" The young man says quickly while trying to climb onto Traxies leg.

Traxies’ leans down to grab the young man, helping him to get settled on his shoulder plating

"If I can remember how to get there I might know a place, Don't trust anyone, nor the mech we are staying with" Rattler states, he takes an uneven vent, "Ain't safe, not here at least, list of all for Him" Rattler states motioning to Tony. "Once we have somewhere safe then I'll try and get us some Fuel, ya look half offline Mech" The shuttler didn't like being here. He tries to push it away, optics flickering to Traxies. "Outlier?" He asked softly trying not to make a scene of it.

Traixes nodded, His optics dimmed briefly at the question, but met Rattler's steadily. "Time and space are...difficult for me to fully grasp. Sometimes I slip between - it is not a talent I have mastered controlling, I'm sorry I brought you here." Shame washed his field.

“Ya don't tell anyone, if this Pre-war Cybertron Outlier isn't safe here, it's also best we switch over to Cybertronix, sorry Tony ” he explains and apologies to the human riding on Traxies shoulder.

“Yea, yea. I get it, just keep me updated so I'm not out of the loop” Tony shoots him a nervous look, not liking The dread of being on another planet, but he'd deal with it later.

As they move through the streets a few mech's eye them, watching intensity, Rattler keeps an optic out trying his best to make sure he knows where Traxies and Tony were at all times, not wanting to risk them out here. When he finally leads them to a rather boring looking building, one that Rattler is hoping is the mech he's looking for.

Rattler hammered his massive servo against the nondescript entry, venting gustily as he warily scanned their surroundings. Please let this rustbucket be home - his plating prickled under the stares, every sense attuned for threats.

Finally the latch hissed open, revealing the Yellow and purple Combaticon within. His optics brightened in surprise that swiftly shifted to avarice as optics landed on Rattler's bulk. "Well, well! Never thought I'd see your aft round here after the last hoist, you elusive brute." Swindle's calculating smirk widened as he caught sight of the blue speedster and Organic standing rather close to him.

Rattler growled. "Needa lay low, Swindle, and you owe me. We stay, you keep yaps shut an' servos to yourself. Clear?" He nearly demands while pushing past the mech. His field rippled warning at Swindle who huffed annoyance but stepped aside. His optics focus on the pretty blue bot who nearly sticks to Rattler's side.

“Cozying up with an exotic beauty now, Rattler? My, my, standards slipping or is there profit to be had? And an organic too, you never fail to surprise!” Rattler rounded on him with an engine-rumbling snarl. “Watch it, Swindle. We stay one cycle, no more. Keep your grimy servos and optics to yourself, you hear?” His field radiated violence barely leashed.

Traxies shifted closer to Rattler’s bulk, discomfort writ clear in his field despite Swindle’s conspicuous absence of Decepticon branding. This mech made his platting crawl worse than scraplets.

Swindle lifted his servos in a mockery of contrition. “Easy now, no need for dramatics. Yesh, what crawled up your booster .” His visor roved hungrily over Traxies once more before Rattler’s snarl deepened.“One cycle. Then we vanish, and your glossa with us.” Rattler rumbled, all too aware what kinds of “exchanges” interested Swindle most.

The three vanish into one of the back rooms, huddled together.

Swindle sent out a private notice to one of his clients. // you'll never guess the treasures Rattler just dragged through my doors. A sleek blue speedster, practically untouched - if you catch my meaning. Plus an organic, a real live alien. And i know you have exotic tastes.//

He sends another ping through. //Rattler's never stayed long. I can have them ready for transport within the joor. Knowing him he's going to do a fuel run shortly//

A response comes through only a few kliks after. //The speedster sounds very much one I would like, it's been a while since we have had a new one. But the organic…I want it alive, it be a lovely little message to a Mech which has been a truth thorn in my side. Have them ready within Breem. And this conversation never occurred, is that clear? I trust our transactions remain as discreet as ever, Swindle.//

Swindle's engine revved. //Perfectly clear. Credits it is then. My docking bay, one Breem.// He cut the comm. After all, now it was the waiting game.

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Okay but is there anything you’re really looking forward to for da4? I’m really looking forward to the character customisation. Like it has probably gotten so much better. They might even have nice hair 🥳/gen

i mean the last teaser confirmed the anderfels, antiva, and rivain, and that will always be enough for me to get excited. weisshaupt! antiva!!!!! whole new regions to flesh out... and not to be presumptive and build up hopes too much but like. i truly do believe, i really do, that with so much obvious inclusion of the antivan crows in their home territory we WILL see zevran again, or at the very very least see how his presence has shaped things since, because this is literally where he’s been and what he’s been doing. zevran arainai. and beyond old favourites, genuinely so looking forward to new companions to talk about. even the ones so far that i’m not so big a fan of, or the ones from a whole game i don’t really care about, still live rent-free in my head and i love to see content for them. i am simply preparing for impact

as a relative newcomer to dragon age this is also just, like, my first time being around when there’s a new game! i’m sure there will be ups and downs to all that but honestly yeah i am properly looking forward to being you know “on the ground” for a new game instead of deciphering ancient fanon like an archaeologist wandering the haunted battlefields of discourse past. i’ll also be really pleased to see more people coming into the series or returning to it now there’s activity. again ups and downs to that, but more posts more art more community more cool ocs please!! i will not be the only one yapping 24/7. it’s dragon age summer

pretty sure it’s against the law for a da game to have good hairs but we live in hope 🙏

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That’s cool that you love Twenty One Pilots (they’re one of my favorite bands, too). Quick question: How do you feel about the song Heathens?

Love it. It’s genius. It’s so good.

Musically, what is better than the shotgun-cocking sound that the guitar makes? Or the fact that the sound of the instrument vaguely sounds like the phrase “WATCH IT” that is being repeated over and over, so it sounds like you're getting shot by the words themselves. Like the warning in the lyrics isn't fast enough to save you from the consequences of needing that warning in the first place.

I don’t care at all that it’s in/was commissioned for “Suicide Squad.” I totally think Tyler Joseph is too contemplative and analytical to just write a theme song for characters he didn’t create. Plus, he can’t keep his hands off double-and-triple meanings, even when he’s writing original songs. So all of that to say, I don’t think the song is just basically about Suicide Squad.

But let’s talk about the concept that is in the song.

Can I just break it down this way? Can I just tell you what I would do if I were asked to write a song (nobody would ask me that, because I’m not a songwriter) for a movie where comic book villains were the main characters, and I knew that the movie would be playing on “people sympathizing with characters that are evil?”

I mean, seriously, some of you have asked me questions that get me thinking about the trend of idolizing bad guys. I think I can imagine pretty accurately what my thought process would be if someone asked me to write such a song.

I would think about my worldview. I might be a little uncomfortable, first-blush, at having to write a song that makes villains sound cool. But then I’d think about it. I’d think about what I believe; my knee-jerk response would (hopefully) be "what does the Bible say about villains? Definitely that they're bad, and bad guys are bad, not good to emulate, and they lose." But then as I thought deeper than that I'd realize what more the Bible says: that I am a villain. Or I was, apart from Christ.

Nasty and wicked, psycho and outcasted. I belong locked up. Apart from Him, apart from everything good and pure. But I'm not apart from Him. I still live on this planet and not in heaven, but nos that I’m in Him, what am I supposed to do about people who are not—people who are still “villains?”

Remember who I used to be. Because if I don’t remember who I used to be, I’ll start thinking I’m better than them and judge them and we’ll always be divided. But if I remember who I used to be, that I used to be a villain, I can get in there and tell them “I’m like you but here’s what’s different; I know Christ.”

Oh but you know what? I can’t say it like that. Or if I do, I should be prepared to be mauled by the villains. Because that’s what they do.

Like it’s in a pig’s makeup to roll in the mud, it’s in a villain’s nature to be villainous—especially when they expect you to strike first. I remember that nature because I used to have it.

So I have to be careful how I say it. I have to step carefully. I have to convince them that we have things in common—so that I can springboard off of that goodwill, that common ground, and tell the villains about the way out of being villainous. So they don't maul me before I can get the words out.

I genuinely believe that that’s where my Christian worldview would lead me, when looking for a direction to approach the task of “make a song about villains” from.

…And then Tyler Joseph of twenty one pilots writes:

All my friends are heathens take it slow

wait for them to ask you who you know

Please don’t make any sudden moves

You don’t know the half of the abuse

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We don't deal with outsiders very well

They say newcomers have a certain smell

You have trust issues, not to mention

They say they can smell your intentions

You'll never know the freak show sitting next to you

You'll have some weird people sitting next to you

You'll think "How did I get here sitting next to you?"

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I mean the easy read is to say, "heathens literally traditionally means 'people who aren't Christians.'" But it can also just carry the connotations of "irreverent, villainous people." So what I'm saying is, he runs the gamut. He's friends with the heathens, but to call them that and to (as the singer) address someone outside that group, he has to be a bridge between the two. Someone who is with the heathens, but is also no longer a heathen himself. And he has to warn the newcomer, who is not a heathen but is about to be among them, of a couple things.

First, be careful. Be careful how you move and what you say.

Second, notice the similarities between yourself and the heathens; you have trust issues and you're trying to figure out the intentions of everyone around you but you'll never be able to do that ("you'll never know.") Just like the heathens are: "they say newcomers have a certain smell." The key to completing your goal is to accept that your similarities, and it's actually not so strange to be sitting among them.

Third, what is your goal? Tyler only gives two hints about why this person the song is "talking" to might be in among the heathens at all. The first hint is "wait for them to ask you who you know." Why'd he say that?

Well one, on the surface, it sounds like you'd need to name-drop someone intimidating to impress criminals. But that doesn't explain why you should wait for them to ask you. So now comes the non-surface read of that lyric, the one that takes into account everything else Tyler's written about and said: wait for them to ask you about why you're there. About the God who makes you different.

Careful, don't come in swinging your sword. You might lop their heads off when you meant to save them. You might provoke them when you meant to bring peace. They've been abused. You're similar but you don't trust each other, and they don't trust your intentions. You can't just sledgehammer them with religious words; they won't understand. They'll associate it with the "abuse."

There's no other plausible way to read that.

You can try to say "it's about becoming a member of the twenty one pilots fandom," okay, but Tyler doesn't think the fandom is touchy about who joins. At least, he doesn't overtly think that. Overtly, he's claimed to be proud of the opposite—he's always quoting that one reviewer who said "your fanbase is the most inclusive clique I've ever seen." He loves the inclusivity. So he wouldn't write a song about a group of heathens who are hard to get in with and be a part of if he was talking about his fans, I don't think.

Now.

Second hint about why the person the songwriter is "speaking" to is in among the heathens; because that's actually the person's rightful place. "It looks like you might be one of us."

I think this is another layer of meaning. Not just "you were once dead," meaning you can still remember who you were before Christ and use that relatability to earn trust. But also, there's something else you have in common with heathens.

And this is where I think you could draw a more meta-line from a listener to twenty one pilots' music. You could go; "I really like this music. But maybe I don't just like it because I can relate to the hope. Maybe I also like it because there's more of me that relates to the struggle than I thought."

Even doubt. I think one of the odd things about Tyler's fans after Blurryface was that they were identifying so much with the struggles and the doubts and the darkness...but in the later eras, there isn't as clear an answer to the dark parts. So you get the vibe that he's noticing that the "brokenness" of his fan base is becoming the loudest part. That even people who came for the hope are also coming for the identifying-with-the-darkness—the bad parts.

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