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chubbletea · 10 months ago

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I'm bored. mcsm hcs time

jesse (any prns, bday dec 31st)

genderfluid

reuben helped them sleep, so after they lost him, they had trouble sleeping for years upon years

their music taste is anything and everything. they will go to listening from k-pop to death metal and be unfazed

jesse was fairly little when they met reuben (thinking abt 4-ish??)

they have brightly colored highlights in their hair, and it's style is short and fluffy/messy-looking

only child

doesn't want to get gender surgeries or take hormones or anything

played trumpet in middle school marching band. I'm so sorry for doing them dirty like this but it's the vibes

probably survives off of caffeine. however, this habit got better after they got radar to help

they couldn’t sleep for at least a week after reuben's death, but then they started sleeping with a plushy (probably of a pig), which slowly helped them get back into a semi-regular sleep schedule

they have a nametag necklace with reuben's name engraved on it

petra (she/her, bday feb 20th)

girl kisser. likes kissing women on the lips.

deathly terrified of getting sick. if she got lethally sick before the witherstorm event, she would be like "I'M FINE IT'S NOTHING" but after the witherstorm event if she gets a small cold she freaks tf out

she's a system bc I'm a system and I said so. she has abt five members and has rare splits

her childhood was all over the place

she likes heavier music like green day, blink-182, rob zombie, babymetal, etc.

bassist

did several martial arts and sports as a kid bc she couldn't find one she liked

Idk if I can see her doing marching band but if she did she would be an alto sax player, but like angry section leader alto sax player

lukas is her cousin. she's the only one who gets to call him luke bc that's what he originally went by before changing it to lukas

she's abt three years older than lukas, and she was very present in his childhood. they basically did everything together bc their parents were either fuckasses or straight up not there (L + ratio tbh)

lukas (he/him, bday july 24th)

trans guy. just the vibes

he's a writer. he's into WEIRD GROSS GRAPHIC SHIT. he does not faint when he sees blood or whatever.

while writing his memoir(?) abt the witherstorm journey, he writes so many graphic descriptions abt stuff like petra's illness, inside of the witherstorm, the endermen and other mobs, etc. and asks jesse to read it for criticism and such and then they end up scarred and are like "HUH?? WHO HURT YOU????"

he likes holding his cat like a baby

he's the certified "music nerd" of the group. he thinks his taste is the best

speaking of, he likes stuff like will wood, tally hall/miracle musical, lemon demon, etc. and if anyone ever asks for music recommendations he just fucking appears without warning and talks abt music for three hours

whenever lukas is handed the aux he's like "YOU GUYS WANNA HEAR A BANGER?" and plays 2/3 of a song and talks abt it for another half of it and just does it over again with several songs in a row

played clarinet in middle school-high school band and never wanted to switch bc he was very attached to his instrument

he was also probably a theatre kid. and DEFINITELY a creative writing kid. maybe an art kid too

eventually he started playing electric guitar after school

he used to be *extremely* asocial and introverted, only willingly interacting with his cousin, petra, until he met the ocelots and slowly opened up in his late middle school/early high school years thanks to them

his parents weren't very present in his childhood

throughout most of his childhood he experienced lots of autism related speech loss and was nearly completely nonverbal, but after he started becoming friends with the ocelots, he slowly gained the ability to speak. he still experiences the occasional speech loss to this day, but he's much better than he was a while back

he's the youngest member of the order

one year on t

took a few classes with olivia at one point, but they never rlly talked. he might've glanced at her one or two times tho

picked up traditional art as an extra hobby, still mostly focuses on writing

he has severe gender dysphoria and has had top surgery, but refuses to get bottom surgery, simply bc he doesn't want to.cdespite this, he stills makes jokes abt having a cock

axel (they/he, bday may 7th)

met jesse before olivia met jesse

his music taste consists of only meme songs. the first time he was handed the aux, he played two trucks. the second time he was handed the aux, he rickrolled everybody. he is now banned from the aux.

he's the oldest member of the order

has no idea how sympathy works (real!)

olivia (she/they, bday apr 12th)

former gifted kid vibes. definitely went to a private school at some point

has always looked up to ellegaard since she was little

took a few classes with lukas at one point, but they never rlly talked. olivia prolly thought abt trying to talk to him at one point tho

major art kid vibes

3-4+ years on e, got bottom surgery a little more than a year ago

she drew jesse a picture of reuben shortly after his death to try and cheer them up

radar (he/they, bday oct 16th)

bisexual and questioning if he's non-binary

it's said that he is both jesse's assistant and and intern, so that could mean he's in high school. I debated for a little bit whether he would be a junior or senior but I decided that he would be one of the older juniors (around 17 years old)

sometimes he has to miss/be late to help jesse with work or whatever bc he has schoolwork to do

definitely a hardcore theatre kid.

it's also sorta implied that radar has some sort of crush on jesse so I like to imagine that jesse is like his celebrity crush or whatever. ofc that's never gonna go through as an actual relationship or whatever

radar does mention at one point that he loves seafood so I like to imagine he encourages jesse to try seafood with him and stuff. he also definitely isn't scared to try and actually likes some of the "weird" stuff (ex. tako)

he rlly trusts jesse and likes talking to him bc he doesn't rlly have a good outlet. I like to think jesse just listens/lets him vent

he tries to go help jesse as much as he possibly can bc his home life isn't particularly great (by that I mean it's terrible)

he's the type to go "SO FUNNY STORY-" and then traumadump like it's nothing (srsly get him some therapy)

definitely has a squishmallow collection AND keeps all the tags

#if anyone is curious on lukas/petra backstory stuff PLS PLS PLS ASK ME #jesse mcsm #petra mcsm #lukas mcsm #axel mcsm #olivia mcsm #radar mcsm #mcsm jesse #mcsm petra #mcsm lukas #mcsm axel #mcsm olivia #mcsm radar #minecraft story mode #mcsm #🎷.hcs #🎷.txt

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theraddestfemalive · 5 months ago

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Y’know what? Fuck it. I’m going to say this

I don’t think any non-gc or tra lib gives a fuck about what im about to say, even considering that im going to tag the cr fandom.

I’m only adding one radfem tag because this post is centered around another topic.

i feel like ever since the trans population has tripled, it hasn’t been the same. Before any of you cucks think im talking about the idea of being trans, im also talking about the community behind it. Their ideas within the concept of it.

the concept of being ‘transgender’ was built on the foundation of sexist stereotypes; although the origins had a different purpose in ancient societies (varying ofcourse), it was ultimately used as a weapon to oppress women in the modern times, the goal was to make a person ‘feel’ like a male or female and now trillions of micro labels and gender identities are used to describe people who feel slightly above the normal and they’re treated as if they’re some kind of clothes that you put on instead of an identity.

Because of this, most people don’t even know what a woman or a lesbian is. They try to replace the definition of something that was exclusive to one sex to cater to the whims of men.

Ever since last year, most my friends that weren’t into that shit now identify as trans and I saw a dramatic shift in their personality. Most if not all of them were autistic women that did not conform of societal standards of what a ‘woman’ is. Some people may argue it’s because of how lightly a transgender identity is perceived. But on my end, I think it also has to do with the lack of representation of quirky female characters in media.

likely I would’ve fit into one of those micro labels or some shit like that but I was lucky enough to discover characters and things that I aligned with so I didn’t have to deal with shitty gender dysphoria (alongside with my very obvious mental issues and me being neurodivergent myself)

When I look at the older cookie run art (2016-2021), or even from eastern countries (eastern countries aren’t really politically correct) I could truly see the characters in the scene. There is passion behind it. The artists are either older or they know what they’re doing. And it doesn’t seem like an overload

when I see newer cookie run ‘fanart’ esp when there’s a lot of people within the western community, I don’t see a lot of what the characters truly are. All I see is their interpretation of what their character would look like if it was an unoriginal copy of a 14 year old gendie’s oc. Alongside with that, they add a thousand headcanons and sexualities, making the character unrecognizable. And if that wasn’t the cherry on top, they’re so obsessed with lgbtq and race stuff (no im not a bigot, don’t even try to fucking label me as one im a bisexual woc ) that’s all what they talk about besides stupid discourse topics. Oh, and also changing a dough color is ‘racist’ (they’re fucking COOKIES. Their dough color was based off of their ingredients and complimentary colors, even the devs had to explain and yet the western community still bitches about it like whiny 5 year olds. They come in all colors, not just fucking skintones.)

I think the characters and ships of the community would be much more likable for me if it wasn’t infiltrated by the discourse gang.

I think instead of giving drugs and cosmetic surgery to children, we should get deeper into the psychology of why there’s a lot of trans people on the rise. Don’t you think it’s weird that it has to be an ‘urgency’ to get surgery or children will kts? Maybe instead of thinking it as a life or death situation, think of how most of these people are mentally ill compared to the other lgbtq demographics.

I probably sound like a fucking dick here and im going to get a lot of hateful notes and messages, but honestly.. idgaf

Before you water this down to ‘trans people bad’ im just highlighting the problems of their community and its immense effect on teens my age (13-15 age range im not telling you) before dickriding the movement, I think *again* we should get deeper into the psychology of these people, thank you for reading.

maybe one or two people know who i am because of the image i will show below, who cares lol

i will block if I receive any threats :)))

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bunbunpawz · 2 months ago

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I've been exploring the western jirai kei world lately, since jirai kei died out here in Japan, I tried to look for Jirai kei cutlure outside of Japan. It seems most people that dress Jirai kei are underaged, In Japan most jirai kei people are above 18, usually as low as 16 but most people are closer to age 19-30, with excpetion since 30 year old women and near age are married or working women so it is hard for them to express such subcultures. This is because the fashion and culture requires money, a lot of money that younger girls, or teenager do not have. Another thing I found is that westerners think Jirai kei being expensive is rediculous and I've heard things like "I don't think such a subculture/style should be expensive or brand exclusive". But the point is that Jirai Kei women are mentally ill and use their money , usually obtained through shady ways to obtains such items, and spend a lot of money wrecklessly on stuff like brand clothing instead of nessesities. It's part of the Jirai world. That being said it doesn't mean you have to get all brand or only brand, do what you must. I've also noticed that a lot of people "cosplay" jirai kei, using wigs, and cheap cosplay looking fabrics and clothing or DIY work that would look good on cosplay, less on a fashion style. DIY is great IMO but a lot of times the lace and details are small, while in store bought clothing it is rather thick. Fabrics should be chosen with care, really bad thin fabric makes it look like you would have been better off buying off amazon. And the wigs just make me cringe, Jirai kei girls in japan use clip ons sometimes and then edit it to look like its part of the hair, I've yet to see someone do it well. usually they will commit and actually dye the hair the color they want or do the hair style they want. I think wigs unless needed (baldness or some sort of issue of the sort) should be left ouf of the fashion. The other day in my clinic, Ive noticed a jirai kei girl that has not washed her hair for over 2 weeks at least by the look of it, but it still looked better than a wig. The culture differences are facinating, I think it's clear to me I prefer the fashion In japan, china and asia than outside towards the west or tiktok. Let's not make fashion or styles and cultures into costumes and games, let's keep fashion as fashion and cosplay as cosplay. The two have places they can become mixed but in general lets keep the two seperate. That being said, It is okay to be you and wear Jirai Kei, It is not okay to play sick or depressed because you like Jirai Kei, you do need to be sick or depressed, you do not need to prove being depressed or more sick than you are to show off jirai kei, you can just wear jirai kei and be you. Not everyone even In the origin of the country is sick or menhera when they wear jirai kei, often its just "cute".

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anghraine · 11 months ago

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ncfan-1 replied to this post:

so apparently I'm blissfully ignorant, because I have no idea who either of these people are

James Somerton is a previously fairly popular Canadian YouTuber who "made" videos dealing mainly with the intersection of media and queer issues.

The videos were heavily plagiarized (very, very heavily plagiarized) and the original content seemed to mostly involve tacking on extraneous, inconsistent misogyny (often directed at things/people he now seems to have made up himself—he tried to obscure his misogyny by specifying "straight" and/or "white" women/girls, but this was a very obvious smokescreen for just hating women/girls in general). One of his (or "his") more notorious takes was that the boring, non-artsy, assimilationist gay people were the ones who survived the AIDS epidemic and that's why they care so much about marriage equality.

Another YouTuber, hbomberguy, recently posted a video about plagiarism that dealt a lot with Somerton's mixture of theft and bad takes, and it went viral (currently over 9 million views). So there's been a lot of conversation about that over the last few days.

Personally, I knew that Somerton was a plagiarist, misogynist, and generally annoying person because the YouTube algorithm kept throwing his videos at me and I dug around a bit, but I had no idea of the scale. And I find plagiarism itself interesting, esp as someone who has been plagiarized, so that's been a kind of fascinating trainwreck. (I keep saying "was" because he deleted everything.)

I only just found out about Cait Corrain's existence via a truly remarkable attempt at sabotage.

They are (or were) a debut author who was bringing in a lot of good reviews, a strong marketing push from their publisher (Del Rey, I think), etc—basically everything that could go right for a debut author was. Except the part where they'd made a bunch of sockpuppets on GoodReads to attack other debut authors, including authors represented by their own agent, nearly all of them people of color, while simultaneously using the sockpuppets to prop up their own novel.

They first tried to blame this on "Lilly," an unhinged Reylo friend they made up (to the point of doctoring Discord screenshots of them nobly standing up to Lilly). This was obviously a lie and they've since admitted that much. Their current explanation is that it has to do with their mental illness. I'm sure the explanation of how racism is a side effect of mental illness and/or medication is fascinating but I'll admit I didn't bother reading it. The whole thing mostly struck me as a sort of halfway-to-MsScribe situation, only with the stakes involving major publishers instead of Harry Potter websites.

As of yesterday, I think they've been dropped by their agent and by Del Rey.

#ncfan 1 #respuestas #general fanwank #not really an accurate tag for this but the closest one i have!

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bbygirl-aemond · 2 years ago

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every day i wake up and have a bone to pick with Viserys

Him ignoring the whole realm that was acting like it's soccer match day with two rival teams that are known ultras/hooligans.

For gods sake the whole court was color coded and divided 😭😭

And the way he showed his best side to the blacks and the worst to the greens pisses me off

And before that the way he mistreat daemon and Rhaenyra before

him rehiring otto hightower,he was begging for treason at this point

he just ignores problems and hopes they go away

this actually brings me to a point i've been wanting to make for a while: viserys failed rhaenyra nearly as much as he failed his other children.

when she was a child, he essentially ignored her. it's clear from the show that they were not very close at the time that aemma died. of course, aemma's death fractured their relationship even further. how are you supposed to feel about your father when you know that he forced your mother to die in unbearable agony and fear?

it wasn't until viserys made rhaenyra his heir that i think their father-daughter relationship became better. even then, i think viserys did this more out of guilt about aemma than genuine love for rhaenyra. in my mind, aemma was the only person viserys ever really loved, and everything he does in the show is out of guilt for her death.

anyways, then viserys married rhaenyra's best friend, who was like 14-15 at the time, and subjected her to repeated marital rape and clearly unwanted pregnancies. genuinely blows my mind that people seem to ignore how YOUNG alicent was. the power dynamics and age differences make it impossible for her to have "seduced" him the way a good number of people seem to think she did.

this throws another wrench in rhaenyra and viserys's relationship, and one that i think never fully healed; just as rhaenyra and alicent's friendship never fully healed. viserys is the one who took that away from her; he has deprived rhaenyra of the two most important women in her life, one after another.

now we get to the political side of things. viserys straight up failed rhaenyra in every possible way, here. he should have involved her in the politics of king's landing, and allowed her more of a voice on the small council. her actions to rescue baelon's egg from daemon proved that she would have risen to the challenge. he should have educated her further, and given her more advice, about how to be a ruler, and prepared her to one day become queen.

he should have advised her, for example, to never have visible bastards because of how severely it would weaken her claim. and even if she did, he should have stopped her from fleeing to dragonstone, thereby abandoning any effort to form and maintain political alliances with the lords and ladies of westeros.

and, lastly and most importantly, he should have abdicated the throne before he was a literal corpse. i know this isn't necessarily westerosi tradition, but as king he would have easily had the power to do so, and his illness would have also given him a legitimate reason for wanting to withdraw from his duties. it would have been incredibly helpful, for the first, formative years of rhaenyra's reign as queen, to have the previous king so strongly supporting her.

but viserys did none of this. and so, when he died, rhaenyra was miles away, all but a stranger to the court and to the nobility of westeros, and shunned by them because they did not want to eventually place a bastard on the iron throne (rip jacaerys you would've actually been a good king). he could not have created better conditions for the greens to usurp her if he had tried.

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earlmothraoffangbanger · 3 months ago

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Thoughts on Community, Media Literacy, and How One Conducts Themselves on the Internet.

Before I get started I would like to preface this with the fact that I am currently sick from coming off of medication. I will do my best to be coherent and concise in my writing. Thank you for your patience. Feel free to send Asks if you would like to hear more from me or need clarity.

CW: Mild mentions of abuse, SA, as well as harassment in general. Feel free to not read, your mental health is more important than my ramblings.

In this section, I will cover things I have seen in the trans community that I feel need to be addressed. The most pressing issue I feel is this presumption of guilt or innocence based on an individual's gender identity. Point blank I want to say it is not okay to assume ill of someone purely based on their gender. This is misogyny and there's no other way to skin it.

I've seen this weird idea that Trans Women are infallible to criticism or being called out on bad behavior just because they are trans women. On the opposite side of the spectrum, I have seen people say that all trans men are terrible based on the fact that they are men. If you believe this you are playing into misogyny and mysoginysic ideals. No one is absolved of criticism in this world especially if they are actively doing bad things. You can still be a trans ally by calling out the bad behavior of a trans person just because they're being a bad person or behaving poorly isn't a reflection of their transness it's a reflection of who they are as a person as a whole.

The whole point of the feminist movement is to give people more freedom regardless of gender. To break down the barriers that gender poses. This is not only for cis women but trans women as well as cis and trans men and people who fall under the nonbinary umbrella. Saying trans men have it better than cis and trans women is actively counterintuitive to this goal. Saying cis men have no issues is also counter-intuitive to this goal. For example, many men are taught the only emotions they can have is happiness, anger, and horny and because of this many cis men have poor emotional regulation While this can and does harm society we also need to remember the negative impact this has on cis men be it men that fall under the binary as expected by society, are nonconforming to said societal standard, or trans men who are already not seen as a man enough for some people and constantly have their manhood under fire. Cis men also continuously have their manhood under fire if they dare show any sort of "vulnerability" such as crying or actually being in love with someone. This also comes back around to harm cis and trans women as they can be seen are not feminine enough if they have even just one masculine trait.

This is not to say that cis men don't have an advantage in society, I am painfully aware of this fact. We just need to remember misogyny affects EVERYONE.

Another thing I notice is that trans women can tend to be treated overly delicately which is something that stems from how society treats women in general. For example, there is this media "critic" (if you know me you know who I'm talking about) who despite having actively harmful and downright racist and fatphobic takes on the media she attempts to criticize there are those who think she can do no wrong because she is trans. Her fan's arguments are always "She is a trans person of color there by default you are over-criticizing her." This is actually harmful as it the person in question is not expected to take any responsibility for any of her harmful retoric and actions. And that's just about her takes on media. I'm not even going to get into to the actual allegations of crimes levied against her.

I'd like to conclude this section that just because someone is (insert characteristic here) doesn't mean that they are by default a good or bad person. you need to look at them as a whole and what they're actually doing and saying.

Next, I just want to say not all media has to be happy and nice to be good media. Some media has darker stories to tell and in doing so bring concepts to people that they may not have thought about before. For example, I would have never known that my father was abusing me had I not watched shows that painted his exact behavior as abuse and not okay. Up until that point, I had just thought "Well dads are just like that." Sometimes the stories that are being told bring much-needed awareness to those who need it. That is not to say that you have to consume this media I'm just saying it has a right to exist and a purpose.

Lastly, this is a comparatively small section but I feel is just as important. If you tell people that you want to rape or sexually abuse them or you tell them to kill themselves or you doxx them you are a bad person. There's no other way to look at that. I've seen so many people do this over just little things like disagreeing on headcanons or even someone just liking a character. This could not be a more extreme overreaction. Stop doing this and if you see people close to you doing this stop them too they deserve consequences for their actions. It's disgusting when people get away with this.

Thank you for reading my rambling and have a good day!

#fandom #transgender #lgbtqia #nonbinary #media criticism #feminism #sexism

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heyiwrotesomethings · 2 years ago

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She’s The Housekeeper Prt8: Penguin Park

Yor Briar/ Forger x She/ Her Reader

A/N: Prt7 Prt9 Here is the big chapter! I’m planning to do at least one more chapter to bring in Bond but after that I think I’ll be done with this story. I hope you all like this chapter! Thank you for reading! Word Count: 4,515

Another night filled with assignments.

Loid could hardly make it into the apartment building, he was that tired. For as much as HQ wanted him to continue this perfect family charade, they were not making it very easy for him to do so.

As he shuffled into the apartment complex, his ears perked up when he heard voices further down the hall. It was the neighbors again, and what they were saying stopped him cold in his tracks.

“That man from across the hall is working late again I see.” One snidely remarked, earning a round of acknowledging huffs from the other women.

“That poor little girl must feel so neglected. I rarely see the three of them together.”

“Yes, and don’t even get me started on the live-in housekeeper!”

All the women voiced exasperated sounds of agreement before diving in on the topic anyway. Loid stuck close to the wall and continued to listen in.

“So he’s definitely having an affair with her, right?”

Loid nearly choked.

“I wouldn’t be surprised. He seems the type. With how often he’s out god-knows-where, he’s probably got a handful of mistresses to hop between.

Hardly. Loid’s eye twitched and he rubbed at his face while still listening to the assassination of his character, and then (Y/n)’s as well.

“She is so antisocial!” One piped up, “She seems like a nice young woman on the surface, but whenever I offer to introduce her to the strapping young men in my family, she turns up her nose. Seems she only has an eye for married men who can fill her bank account.”

Loid covered his mouth in surprise. These women were ruthless in their gossip. If (Y/n) had heard any of this, he could only imagine how furious she would be, not to mention how Yor would feel as well. Even he was beyond offended on her behalf, but he couldn’t exactly cut in and tell them off, that would probably do more harm than good.

“Maybe he lost his job and he’s too embarrassed to go home?” Another speculated, “Can’t bear to face his heartbroken wife and money grubbing mistress without a paycheck.”

Loid’s hands fell to his sides in fists. He had been careless it seemed. He had been so busy with his other missions, that he had neglected his role here, and now rumors were flying like crazy. He’d have to do something about that, and soon. If it blew into some bigger conspiracy that got to the school, he hated to think how that would affect Anya.

Of course Anya knew that their family was… unconventional, she seemed to know that she probably shouldn’t call (Y/n) mama in public, even if she forgot at times. Loid could only imagine how the high society parents would object and cause a scene and how cruel their children could be as well once they heard... Loid couldn’t let Anya be exposed to such bigoted attitudes.

He slunk back from the hall and ran swiftly up the stairs to their apartment door, startling the trio coloring in the living room with his hasty entrance.

“We’re going out next weekend!” He declared, then directed his attention to Anya, “Where do you want to go?”

“Uh, Loid? You should sit down. You look ill.” (Y/n) suggested.

“Yes, you should get some rest.” Yor agreed.

“Ah, is that a penguin?” Loid asked, ignoring the two women to observe Anya’s drawing, “Let’s go to the aquarium then!”

(Y/n) and Yor shared a puzzled look, before Yor addressed Loid again.

“Not that I wouldn’t enjoy an outing, but what is this about?”

“We need to do everything we can to keep looking like a normal, happy family to keep up the appearances of our pretend marriage. An outing is just what we need.”

“Anya’s excited!”

“Then it’s settled.” Loid nodded with a smile.

The evening was mostly normal from there, until Anya was put to bed. Loid was honestly a bit fearful about explaining to Yor and (Y/n) what he had heard (minimal details of course), but even more so he was afraid of what he needed to ask of (Y/n) during that outing.

“Are you serious?” (Y/n) spoke tightly, her tone unusually high, “They really think you and I—?!”

“That is what I heard.” Loid affirmed, interlacing his fingers and rubbing his thumbs together.

“An affair! I can’t believe it!” She quietly screamed while Yor blinked owlishly at her side, still processing the accusation.

“They couldn’t be more wrong! …Well, actually, they are kind of right… but they’ve put together the wrong people!” (Y/n) ranted as she paced the room. She crossed her arms and turned on her heel to stalk towards Loid.

“So this is what the outing is for, right? For you three to go out and look like the perfect family to make them think we aren’t being… intimate?” (Y/n) shuddered at the word in that context.

“Yes, but… (Y/n), I was hoping you would come too.”

“That would look bad one hundred percent, Loid.” (Y/n) shook her head. “Or if you think you’ll ease suspicion by having me dressed up in that stupid uniform while I haul your souvenirs behind you all day, you can go—“

“No, no, of course that’s not what I’m suggesting, but what I am asking you to do won’t be easy nevertheless.”

“What is it?” Yor tentatively asked.

Loid sighed, and rubbed at the back of his neck.

“Remember my friend, Franky?”

“Yeah, what about him?” (Y/n) asked warily.

“Could you please pretend to be on a date with him when we go to the aquarium?”

Yor’s mouth fell open in surprise, nearly breaking her neck with how fast she turned to look at (Y/n) and Loid braced himself for yelling, but (Y/n) was deathly quiet, expressionless. Somehow that was worse.

(Y/n) took in a few deep breaths through her nose, releasing one long, final breath before looking back to Loid with irritated and tired eyes.

“He knows it’s just pretend, right?”

“Of course.”

“And how long do we have to keep it up?”

“It will be most important to time an introduction with some of the neighbors in the hallway before we leave, after that, you two can treat it like any casual outing once we are there. We may have to plan similar outings in the future though…”

Yor’s head whipped back and forth like she was watching a tennis match. (Y/n) wasn’t really agreeing to having a fake boyfriend, was she? Rationally, Yor knew that if Loid was suggesting it, it was probably necessary, and it wasn’t like the relationship would be any more real than her fake marriage, but the idea of her partner going on a date with someone else made her feel the need to snap some bones to fight off the uncomfortable burning in her chest.

“I swear this just keeps getting more and more convoluted.” (Y/n) groaned, sitting down hard on the couch beside Yor who watched her intently, “I trust that you wouldn’t be bringing this up if you had any other options, so I’ll do it, but I swear Loid, if this lie keeps evolving like this I can’t imagine we will be able to keep up with it for very long.”

“I know.” Loid nodded solemnly.

“Um,” Yor cleared her throat, grasping at (Y/n)’s sleeve, “are you sure you want to do this, darling? I’m sure we could find another way.”

“As long as those old biddies see me as some untethered, marriage killing floozy, there really isn’t anything else we can do. As long as they think there is an affair going on, our family image will continue to appear tarnished.”

Yor frowned, sucking in her lower lip. (Y/n) stroked her hand comfortingly.

“It’ll be no different from the pretend marriage you and Loid have. You don’t have to look so concerned.” She promised, trying to ease Yor’s mind with a smile.

But it would be different. Yor didn’t think she could handle being in the position that (Y/n) had been in ever since this pretend marriage began. Watching on as her lover walked beside someone else, holding their hand... the burning in Yor’s chest grew hotter. (Y/n) was far stronger than her when it came to these things it would seem.

“If you’re certain.” Yor murmured.

(Y/n) squeezed Yor’s hand and brought her attention back to Loid.

“We’re going to need a story.”

“Right.”

***

“Loid, are you sick?”

“Maybe we should postpone?” Yor asked, ashamedly hopeful.

Loid shook his head as he fumbled with his sunglasses. He wasn’t sick, just severely sleep deprived from speeding through all of his missions that week to make this work. He couldn’t back out now. Especially not when Anya was so excited.

“I’m perfectly fine,” he said, staring down hard at his watch. He wiped his sleeve over the face to clean what he thought must have been a smudge, but it was still blurry. Nevermind, Franky would probably be up to meet them soon and he could already hear the neighbors gossiping in the hall so it was go time.

“Fall out, Forgers’,” he ordered, grasping the doorknob successfully on the second try and opening the door to let Anya run excitedly into the hall with Yor and (Y/n) following after her.

“Oh, Forgers’!” One of the neighbors blinked in surprise at seeing the family together, then her eyes found (Y/n) in her casual wear. She gave (Y/n) a tight smile, “And Ms. (L/n), of course.”

“Good morning,” (Y/n) waved, smile just as insincere.

“It’s rare to see you all together. What is the occasion?” One of the other neighbors asked.

“We’re going to the aquarium.” Loid shared.

“Oh, all of you?” The woman asked, side-eying (Y/n).

“Miss Anya insisted,” (Y/n) chuckled politely, “I couldn’t refuse, especially once my boyfriend caught wind of the idea. Ah, here he comes now.”

“Hello, my darling! Ah, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

Everyone followed (Y/n)’s gaze to Franky as he strode up the hallway towards them with a big smile on his face.

“Oh stop it, you just saw me yesterday.” (Y/n) said with faux embarrassment.

It was true, they had seen each other yesterday, and just about every day that week to get their story straight for today. (Y/n) had dreaded it initially, but Franky was easy to get along with, a bit of a scamp, but a good guy.

“You know me,” Franky grinned cheekily, kissing the back of (Y/n)’s hand, “even a minute without you is a minute too long.” He winked.

(Y/n) smiled wryly in response before sharing her well-crafted and practiced introductions. Easily meeting every prying question with tactful responses, sometimes letting Franky take the reins as well to really send the message home that they were definitely a couple.

They had decided they had been together for a year and a half, a long distance relationship because of Franky’s job. Hence why he wasn’t around. Not to mention how unprofessional it would be for (Y/n) to have her boyfriend over while she worked. The neighbors ate up the simple reserved, responsible young woman act she peddled with a spoon. She could see their view of her slowly change before her eyes.

“Oh dear, why didn’t you say you were being courted by this sweet man before?”

Ah yes, (Y/n) didn’t forget about Mrs. Matchmaker, who apparently decided awhile ago that, ‘No thank you, I’m not looking for a relationship,’ translated to, ‘I’m having too much fun chasing after a married man to meet your stupid nephew.’.

“My (Y/n) can be so shy, it’s incredible,” Franky chuckled while (Y/n) hid half of her face behind her hand and adverted her eyes, “she gets so nervous around people sometimes that she probably didn’t even think to mention me. Don’t worry, dear. I’m not hurt.”

“Franky!” (Y/n) quietly admonished, turning away.

She heard the neighbor women chuckle knowingly and rolled her eyes hard at the wall. If being a corpse cleaner stopped paying, perhaps she could try her hand at acting.

“As entertaining as this is, we had better be on our way,” Loid said, sensing it was a good time to wrap up, “good seeing you.”

“Oh yes, have a good day then.”

“Say hello to the penguins for me, little Miss Anya.”

“Good talking with you all.”

“Oh we nailed that.” (Y/n) smiled smugly as soon as they all piled into the car. Loid and Franky in the front while she, Yor and Anya sat in the back.

“You almost even had me convinced.” Franky turned to face her with a grin. “You sure you don’t want to have a nice, romantic dinner with me?”

“Pfft, yeah I’m busy that day.”

“I didn’t even say when!”

“Mhm, as I said. Busy.” (Y/n) laughed, Franky pouted but joined in soon after.

Yor’s smile was stiff as she tried to busy herself by looking out the window. Try as she might to remind herself that their relationship was an act, it still worried her that (Y/n) and Franky seemed to get along despite the circumstances. The sooner they could go back to their normal routine, the better, but she would still try to enjoy the day and not think about feeding Franky to the crabs and other bottom feeders piece by piece for placing his lips even just against the skin of (Y/n)’s hand. She didn’t know how (Y/n) made it until Yuri crossed the line before breaking down.

Loid parked near the subway station and everyone piled out of the car. While they waited for the train to pull into the station, Loid took drink requests and Franky went with him to be an extra pair of hands.

Yor watched fondly as (Y/n) and Anya guessed what kind of animals they would see. Her momentary mental tranquility was quickly brought down as the men made their return.

“M’lady,” Franky bowed, presenting (Y/n) with her drink.

“Thank you, my good sir.” (Y/n) gave a mock curtesy in return.

When it came time to board the train, Yor couldn’t help but maneuver in such a way that guaranteed the spot in the booth beside (Y/n), leaving as little space between them as possible.

“How are you holding up?” (Y/n) whispered.

“Hm?” Yor feigned ignorance, but she wasn’t fooling her partner in the slightest.

“Hey,” (Y/n) whispered under her breath, though Loid, Franky and Anya were well engrossed in their penguin talk and no one else in the subway car seemed to be paying them any mind, “I love you, you know.”

“I know…” Yor worried the hem of her sleeve between her fingers.

“Try to enjoy the aquarium. Then we can cuddle up with some hot cocoa when we get home.”

Yor managed a small smile and nodded. She did like the sound of that. Loid did say the hard part was behind them since they put on their show for the neighbors. Now they could just relax and enjoy the day.

Unfortunately, none of them had foreseen running into more of their nosey neighbors at the aquarium.

“Oh Forgers and…?”

(Y/n) sighed inwardly and stepped up beside Franky to make introductions again. Once everyone was aquatinted, Loid clapped his hands together, ready to move on from the other group and get to his mission, but Yor spoke up instead.

“Why don’t you join us? The more the merrier, right?”

(Y/n) and Loid only just barely managed to hide their shock and disbelief while the neighbors eagerly agreed to the plan. This was the last thing Yor wanted to do, believe her, but if they needed more opportunities to present themselves like a real family to get these people off of their backs, then so be it. If they needed to appear normal, they needed to be more chummy with their neighbors in situations like this, even if that meant…

“Let’s go look at the penguins, my dear. I know how much you love them!” Franky beamed, interlocking his elbow with (Y/n)’s.

Yor’s smile twitched. Franky was much too eager to continue the charade for her liking.

“Yes, starting with the penguins sounds perfect. Is that alright with everyone?” Loid asked, receiving murmured approvals in reply.

Yor could at least take solace in how much Anya was enjoying herself. However, it didn’t take very long before Loid said he needed to get more drinks and left. Then Franky slapped his hands against the enclosure guardrail.

“I got it! (Y/n), come with me!”

“Huh? But—“

Franky pulled (Y/n) away and the neighbors chuckled at their antics while Yor bared down harder on the guard rail to try to keep her sudden bloodlust at bay. Where was Franky taking her (Y/n)? Why was Loid so thirsty today? And where was Anya going—

And where was Anya going?

“Miss Anya, wait!”

But she had already disappeared into the crowd. Yor turned her head every which way, looking for any of the other adults

who were supposed to be responsible for this child along with her, but saw none of them. It looked like she was on her own.

“Excuse me,” she chuckled awkwardly, leaving the neighbors behind. Hopefully this wouldn’t reflect too badly on them.

Meanwhile, (Y/n) watched on as Franky tried name after name to win a giant penguin plush. After the next failed attempt left the man with his head in his hands (Y/n) chimed in,

“Why are you doing this anyway?”

“Why am I doing this? (Y/n), don’t you know how dates are supposed to go? If I win this thing and give it to you, that’s like, a bazillion happily dating couple points!”

“I don’t think we need to worry about it that much. We’ve already done a pretty convincing job. Just breaking off from the group like this is probably filling their heads with all kinds of ideas.” (Y/n) tried not to think too hard on that.

Also, (Y/n) actually wanted to enjoy all of what the aquarium had to offer. Anya looked so cute running around to visit all of the exhibits. She wanted to be a part of that, not be stuck at this booth all day.

Another wrong guess, she sighed inwardly and gave Franky a sympathetic shrug which was met with gearing up for another guessing attempt. She hoped Yor was enjoying herself at least. Hopefully Loid didn’t take to long getting back so he could distract her from her absence.

Yor was not enjoying herself, but she wasn’t worried about (Y/n) at that moment either.

“Miss Anya? Where did you go, Miss Anya?” Yor called out in between asking passers by if they had seen a little pink-haired girl.

Oh dear, where did she go? When was Loid going to come back? Why did Franky have to steal (Y/n) away? She needed help!

“Mama!”

Yor perked up and turned around. Immediate relief washed over her as Anya come into view in another hallway. That relief was quickly replaced with concern once she saw she was on the coattails of a stranger. Anya hastily yelled,

“Mama, I’m being kidnapped!”

Yor’s expression became steely as she began her pursuit. She caught up quickly and spun Anya into her protective embrace with dizzying speed. Glaring hard at the man, her foot found home under his jaw.

“What are you are doing to my daughter?!” She yelled, the force she exerted rocketed him through a ceiling tile, lodging his head within, his legs still dangling in plain view.

“Wow.” Anya blinked, watching the man’s legs sway.

‘Oh no, I definitely over did it! I hope he’s not dead!’ Yor whined to herself.

She would need to find (Y/n) to help her take care of the corpse if that was the case. At least then they could be alone together.

“Are you alright, Miss Anya?”

“Mhm, thank you mama.” This would definitely help Anya’s papa with his mission.

“Ahhh, you had me so worried,” Yor sighed, resting her head atop Anya’s while she held her in her arms, “Let’s get back to the group now.”

“Okay mama.”

Yor was disappointed to see that (Y/n) had yet to return and surprisingly, neither had Loid. She put on the most convincing smile she could and apologized to the neighbors for the Forgers’ sudden scattering.

“Oh don’t worry about it dear.” One of the older women assured.

“It can’t be easy raising a little one. Especially when your husband hasn’t come back at all yet… he must be cheating on you. Who takes this long to get a drink?”

“How awful.” The other agreed.

“Um,” Yor felt strangely guilty that Loid was the one under all of this scrutiny when she was the one technically having an affair, “That’s not…“

“Yor, sorry I took so long.”

Everyone turned to see Loid walking up with a giant stuffed penguin in his arms, and a bitter looking Franky and a bored (Y/n) flanking him as they walked up.

“Taadaaa.” Loid smiled, presenting the plush to Anya.

“Penguin!” Anya joyously cheered, hugging the penguin that was twice her size.

“Wow, so cute! Where did you get that?” Yor asked.

“It was a prize from a penguin guessing game. Once I saw it, I knew I had to win it for Anya. I played over and over until I got it right. I lost track of the time though, sorry I was gone so long,” he added sheepishly.

Everyone else ate that up, except for Anya of course and then Franky further distracted from the group’s previous topic by adding his grievances.

“I can’t believe while I was working so hard to win that penguin for my lady, you were standing somewhere amongst the crowd, waiting to take away all my glory!”

“Miss Anya will take better care of that penguin than I ever could.” (Y/n) assured. She only wished Loid could have guessed correctly faster to save her from standing in place. She watched the nearby tropical fish exhibit for so long, she could probably draw out a prefect replica.

“Wow, you’re a better father than I thought.” One of the women blinked, mildly impressed.

“Oh, thank you.” Loid smiled.

‘I wouldn’t thank someone for a “complement” like that.’ (Y/n) thought to herself as she bit her tongue in an effort to keep any snark she held to herself. She turned to watch Yor and Anya play with the stuffed penguin and felt more at peace.

“I’m just a simple father trying to keep my footing as I protect my happy little family.” Loid spoke tenderly, working his magic on the middle-aged women.

Looks like today had worked out after all.

“Let’s go see the dolphin show!” Anya was already lugging the penguin towards the exhibit.

“Good idea!” (Y/n) agreed, happy to finally see more of what the aquarium had to offer.

“Come on, Forger! Speed it up!” Franky teased, fully aware of the antics Loid had been up to all day.

“Can we slow down a bit maybe?” Loid asked. The poor man was crashing faster than an airplane out of fuel.

Still, he wouldn’t trade this moment of peace for anything in the world. He’d enjoy every second of it.

***

Anya was enjoying her morning after her busy day at the aquarium yesterday, by showing her penguin around their ‘hideout’.

“This is agent papa, he can do anything.” She explained to the penguin as she moved around the living room.

“And this is agent mama, she’s super strong, but bad at everything else.”

“Am I that much of a failure?” Yor bemoaned.

“Of course not darling, you are good at plenty of things.” (Y/n) assured as she prepared breakfast in the kitchen.

“And that is agent mama, not to be confused with other agent mama, she keeps the hideout squeaky clean and makes the yummiest food. The three of them together are Anya’s most trusted lackeys.” Anya nodded to herself, a pleased smile upon her lips. Then she continued on her path, dragging the penguin behind her.

She was running out of places to visit. She knew she shouldn’t be in their rooms without permission… but it was much too tempting for the little girl.

“The most top-secret rooms of the hideout. Papa and the mamas’ rooms.”

What wonders could she stumble upon in her spy father’s room or her assassin mother’s room? Special knives? Bombs? Acid? Her fingers barely touched the door knob before she was quickly pulled away, feet dangling off of the ground.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?” Loid yelled, more so out of worry for Anya’s well-being than anger. He had a lot of dangerous things in his room after all.

“How many times do I have to tell you to not go in my room without permission?”

The combination of the surprise of being grabbed and the tone of Loid’s voice caused Anya to burst into tears.

“I— Anya, don’t cry. There’s dangerous things like scissors and heaters in there and I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” Loid spoke more softly.

“Yes, you shouldn’t go into mine and (Y/n)’s room either.” Yor added gently. Too many needles and poisons, acids and cleaners. They could probably blow up the whole apartment building if they weren’t stored properly.

“Papa and mama, I hate you both!” Anya wailed, running to the kitchen and hoping for a bit of sympathy from (Y/n). Unfortunately, (Y/n) was in the middle of carrying a scalding hot pan to the plates as Anya ran into her thighs at full speed.

Thankfully, (Y/n)’s grip and balance stayed firm, but the scare of almost dumping hot food and oil over the little girl lead (Y/n) to shout,

“Miss Anya! No running in the kitchen, I could have seriously hurt you!” She scolded.

“Anya hates mama too!” Anya bawled, “Anya’s going to run away from home!”

The three adults jolted as if they had been struck by lightning, each feeling more awful the longer Anya cried. (Y/n) tried to console, but Anya kept crying until Loid picked up the Penguin and hid his flushed face in its soft back.

“A-agent Anya, there’s no time for crying. World peace is on the line!” Loid said, speaking in a higher tone that would have had (Y/n) struggling not to laugh if Anya hadn’t just said she hated her twenty seconds ago.

(Y/n) saw Yor grab a robot and followed suit by grabbing Anya’s pink chimera plush.

“L-let’s wrap up the hideout tour and go on our next mission.”

“Yes, let’s go beat the bad guys!” Robot Yor agreed.

“We’ll teach them not to mess with us!” Chimera (Y/n) chimed in.

Anya sniffled, but that seemed to have appeased her. She wiped her nose and commanded the three of them to follow her lead to the candy store.

It was a rather embarrassing outing for Loid, Yor and (Y/n), but to see Anya smile and laugh so happily, it made having to go out in public with toys over their faces and silly voices leading to giggling strangers worth it.

#spy family x reader #spy x family x reader #yor briar x reader #yor forger x reader #yor x reader #yor briar #yor forger

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hakkaitsm · 8 months ago

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Ryomen Sukuna (Heian/Original form) x oc blind male

"Illness"

Warning: angst, maybe a slightly ooc Sukuna depending on the point of view, possible "mild" necrophilia

Not reviewed

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A thousand years ago, an age ancient and much more cursed than any other time before. An era destroyed and dominated by curses, specifically with the reign and tyranny of Ryomen Sukuna, a huge man with four red eyes, black tattoos all over his body, two faces and two mouths, a true cruel aberration feared in every corner of Japan.

He killed everything that challenged him in any way, whether children, the elderly, women or men. He was extremely brutal, always killing his victims in the most cruel and callous way possible, tearing their flesh and skin forcefully with his hands and his divine weapons.

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The sunlight was present in the small village, waking up every room except one in specific. A young, 20-year-old boy, his eyes are white and his body is weak as porcelain due to the disease that has taken over his entire body, being completely unknown to any doctor who has investigated him. He stood up weakly listening to the birds singing and smiled despite the misfortune of not being able to see the colors of the world like everyone else around him. Stepping out of his house carefully, he felt the breeze of the morning wind touching his face affectionately, the conversations of the people around the village guiding him as he walked forward looking for a quieter place to spend time.

He stopped when he felt he was on a small hill that he had never come across on his walks, sitting on the green grass that he couldn't see just feel, he felt free feeling his short, dark brown hair sway. Unfortunately, he had no idea that he was so close to the danger that lurked in the forest alongside his sick person.

"What do you think you're doing here?"

A deep and rigid voice was present behind the young man who was startled by this, how could he not have felt the presence of that man? He always felt when someone was close, it was his defense mechanism in the face of total blindness. His face turned away on impulse as all he saw was absolutely nothing no matter what he did.

"just.... enjoying the wind"

He responded a little reluctantly as he didn't know the man's intentions or what he looked like. The man's frown softened a little when he saw the boy's blindness, but he still remained cold and rude.

"Try to be careful not to enter the forest next door"

He said simply, his voice as cold as it always was. The blind man's presence didn't bother him, but he didn't like it either. He liked to have peace in his own temple, which was close to where the blind man was now and the humans did not respect his peace, constantly invading his home in an attempt to kill him and this always ended in the humans simply never returning.

The boy hadn't understood why he couldn't go to the forest, but he decided to just nod and then the heavy and uncomfortable presence of that man began to slowly disappear, leaving him alone with his own confused thoughts.

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It was another ordinary and simple day in his life of complete agonizing darkness, he walked again aimlessly trying to find a new path to explore and didn't notice when he started walking in a place with grass, listening to the subtle swaying of the leaves and only then did he he realized he was in the forest but it was a little too late to turn back.

"Which part of 'don't go into the forest' don't you understand? Are you deaf as well as blind?"

The insensitivity in the voice of the man behind the boy hurt him, his chest hurting a little with the phrase about his birth blindness that bothers him so much.

"I...I couldn't figure out where I was going"

He didn't seem to really resent the man and smiled softly with his head lowered, which surprised the tyrant a little. He was supposed to kill that miserable human, but he himself was already living a pitiful existence and so he simply snorted in annoyance rolling his double eyes. Sukuna turned around, deciding to leave for his temple, leaving the blind man to fend for himself in the dark forest surrounded by unpredictable danger.

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As time passed, some coincidences meant that the two met regularly. At first it was annoying for the cursed man to have to constantly see that innocent and stupid face characterized by the white of his pupils but then he got used to the blind man's presence and strangely... He liked having the presence of someone like this simple villager surrounding him.

"I forgot to ask, what's your name, brat?"

The question caught the young man off guard given the silence that was there, he was next to the cruel man at his side because somehow the man made him calm and looser.

"My name is Karumi, I didn't remember to say my name during that time"

He responded by smiling and laughing softly and it made Sukuna's stomach bubble, but it wasn't hunger or anything like that it was something more like... butterflies? No, he hadn't eaten any butterflies as far as he could remember, but then the penny seemed to drop and he shook his head, letting out a deep growl at these damned feelings that began to flow. Perhaps it was time to finally put an end to this obstacle in his life and he was quick to extend his hand to wrap it around the weak human's neck but the white gaze turning towards him paralyzed him in the process.

"did something happen wrong, sir?"

The young man's question and the innocent look on his face, pure of some evil, made the tyrant quickly restrain himself, retracting his hand and arm, grinding his teeth and frowning at this demonstration of his own weakness and vulnerability.

" nothing else"

It was cold and dry, much more than he normally sounded, leaving the blind man a little reluctant, dropping the subject right away. The monster began to rethink a little looking at the purity of the sky reflecting the beauty of the eyes of the weak creature next to him, why had he become attached to this insignificant being? What was so different from other people he had even the slightest interest in in the past? Was his situation regrettable? Your purity? Your innocence? Your calm presence?

No matter how much he reflected, nothing worked to answer his countless questions. Sighing heavily he turned to the young man next to him feeling slightly bad for having been rude to Karumi, the villager didn't deserve this.

"boy, how do you imagine me? It's a persistent doubt"

Perhaps he was taking too much of a risk by uttering such a question, especially because he was not a good sight to look at, imagine if he was imagined in the mind of someone unable to see the truth, it would probably make his appearance even more hideous and distorted. And then he froze in place as he felt the gentle and soft hand touching his totally deformed and incompressible second face, the hardness and roughness of his second face seemed not to bother the blind man who had his lips parted in unexpected admiration, seeming to really enjoy touching it- it. His hand itched not to propel himself through the villager because of his murderous tendencies ingrained in his bones.

"I can't say... it's a little exotic... but I don't exactly dislike it. I'm sorry, it's very difficult to say clearly"

The answer surprised him, he would have imagined a comment of disgust or something, but he received a subtle compliment, wasn't his appearance unpleasant? Maybe it was because he was blind and couldn't be sure what he felt, but still the compliment had an effect on the King leaving him agitated and confused about his own feelings again. When Karumi moved his hand away, Sukuna held back immensely not to pull back, hug and have the young man all to himself, he would have to control himself if he really planned to win the trust and love of the kind blind man.

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With time everything seems so much more natural and spontaneous between them, Sukuna stopped denying all that strange feeling of love that bothered him so much, now it was what filled his being that was previously empty of any source of heat. But to say that everything was perfect would be hyperbole, Karumi's illness was getting worse with each passing day and even though he tried to hide it behind those pure eyes and gentle smile, deep down he knew that the tyrant had noticed his decline. Sukuna worried enough about that mere human to send his servants on dangerous missions in search of a cure for his medically unknown disease, just as he did with his murderous ways, hiding from his partner all the deaths and pain he still caused while He promised himself to protect Karumi's home, well he just didn't know that the young man was aware of all this but he seemed to prefer to look at the more "human" side that Sukuna showed to his sick self.

Every day it seemed that the pain increased drastically, leaving him in bed on a comfortable futon inside a room just for him in the sacred temple of the King who constantly visited him, holding his hand and remaining silent, comforting him with his presence surprisingly light and with the gentle touch of his large, calloused hand to demonstrate silent support. And no matter how much he lied to himself, he had fallen in love with the tyrant a long time ago, but he didn't want the man to be trapped by his being condemned and so he didn't say anything about it.

Time passed quickly and Sukuna became increasingly frustrated with the constant failure to find a cure for the villager and he took it all out on his servants and innocent people from other nearby villages, an endless massacre in the face of each routine frustration. Unexpectedly Karumi had a sudden improvement that created a slight hope in the King, someone as cruel as him shouldn't be so naive, but love left him weak emotionally and mentally to that point.

"Sir! Something is wrong, Karumi started coughing up a lot of blood!"

He doesn't remember running as much as he does now, even though his weight seemed like a hindrance along with his enormous size, he was still agile and fast enough to reach the room in seconds, seeing Uraume and other servants trying to help a sick boy soaked in his own blood dripping. through thin lips, his face contorted in pain from the blood expelled from his body so forcefully.

The King was quick to wrap him in his arms using all the reverse cursed energy he could muster in a desperate attempt to make it work. Karumi's unstoppable cough, dirtying his body, distressed him, he had never felt the agony of blood, on the contrary, he loved seeing the blood of his victims gushing out and staining everything they could, but seeing that blood haunted him as much as anything else. The boy's eyes seemed to slowly close and this was a trigger of despair for the cursed man.

"Hey! Hey! What the hell are you doing?! Don't you dare close your eyes! That's an order, obey me or I swear...I swear..."

He stopped in the middle of the sentence feeling the strong hammering in his heart, his eyes trembling and his hands firmly gripping Karumi's shoulders as if he would escape from his hands like sand at any moment.

The poor boy couldn't move properly, the unbearable pain was slowly disappearing and to his surprise the colors became a last sight for his eyes, it's beautiful, but more than he could imagine since he was born. He extended his weakened and trembling hand to Sukuna's second deformed face, finding it beautiful how he looked so unique and different among everyone he could now see from the corner of his eye, a smile appeared on his face at such a sight that at her eyes that were so calloused were beautiful.

"you are more beautiful than I could imagine...."

This froze the tyrant, he wasn't expecting that, of course he wasn't. No one in his entire life as a cruel monster, unwanted child, freak, natural disaster and fallen angel had looked at him as something beautiful to look at. His breathing hitched when he felt the heat of Karumi's hand disappearing from his face and when he noticed with his ears the absence of a beating heart.

All he could do was stare in shock, his thumb gently stroking the young man's cheek as the penny still seemed to sink in for him. And then he felt hot liquid suddenly pouring down from his eyes, what the hell was that? Why was water coming out of his eyes? Why did his chest hurt so much?

Silence fell in the room, his servants left, leaving him alone with the soft corpse of the porcelain boy. He felt stupid for not caring about his sudden improvement and for not making an effort to make everything work out, they hadn't even kissed or anything because he was actually respecting Karumi's space assuming that the boy didn't think so minimally interesting for a relationship.

He knew what he was doing was wrong, but since when were his morals correct? He hugged the boy's empty body and kissed him even though he knew he would never feel the love he was transmitting through that simple kiss surrounded by an incurable pain marking his soul forever and ever, his arms firmly refused to let go of the corpse as he he separated himself from his lips, burying his head in the crook of Karumi's neck, wanting to feel his touch again because even though it was still warm, it would soon become something cold, reflecting the absence of a soul there.

He didn't utter a single word, not even at the funeral of the only person he truly cared about. He just stood there in the heavy rain as he looked at the earth, covering his body buried in the hole along with a tombstone with the kimono the boy wore above. There were hours and hours of pure silence filled only by the rain shower and his conflicting thoughts wondering if there was anything else he could have done for the blind villager.

And the days passed even more slowly now, he returned to his slaughter with a helpless attitude of forgetting everything when it had happened no matter how deeply his heart ached every day and it took a while for him to finally have the courage to check his village to see how everyone They were missing the young man since most knew about their relationship. Not only did he not expect what he would end up hearing:

"Did you see that blind boy lost to illness?"

"Yes, they told me that... It wasn't unexpected because he was really very sick, but he had 3 more years to live according to the doctors, it's strange"

"Hey, didn't you know? The Wizards seemed uncomfortable with their relationship and decided to kill the boy with a poisoned apple because of his innocence and blindness"

His face immediately scrunched up and his teeth ground together, his hands clenched into strong, firm fists in pure rage. What the fuck did he hear? These damned sorcerers still continue to bother and have gone too far like the hypocrites they always were. This whole time, in fact, Karumi was murdered and should live longer than he did, his breathing became heavy and he lost control of his body, taken by the purest hatred, starting to destroy everyone in the village without mercy, the sound of screams and tearing flesh was what surrounded the burning landscape and bathed in innocent blood

The pain in his chest was as if the tearing and burning of his heart was taking place and he bathed for years in blood amid his wrath that all of Japan could feel, he felt bitter, guilty, angry, confused and more. a whirlwind of emotions that filled him. He was not able to understand at that time why he felt weak despite defeating the countless sorcerers who challenged him, he felt insufficient and incapable in the face of the whole situation and condemned love for its weakness.

◤━━━━━ ☆. ☪ .☆ ━━━━━◥

"after understanding"

"I can say"

"things like love are useless""

His current self got tired of all the pain he was forced to endure again for being reborn in the modern era thanks to that stupid brat who swallowed his finger in the midst of the despair of near death. And he cursed Yuji, cursed as he was cursed by the love of that pure soul that he would never forget and that gave him the taste of the purest weakness he could experience.

Maybe Yuji didn't understand why Sukuna hated him but it was something obvious that the tyrant would never admit out loud, the way the pinkette was optimistic in the past made him remember those white eyes that saw some trace of beauty and kindness in his being. distorted and he hated how bitter the memory was. And that's why he made a point of breaking Yuji to the extreme to destroy his optimism and gentle radiance, the teenage wizard didn't deserve to have such traits, he didn't deserve to be happy in his distorted vision, he would make each one feel twice as much pain.

And finally he understood that it was fair, the boy's body, weakened and pure as the most crystal clear water in the world, did not belong to this world and the Gods only did the favor of seeking that soul earlier. He still hated them like he hated Wizards, but in the end he was forced to have this punishment, that boy was nothing more than a punishment and his curse .

︶⏝ ֹ ࣭ ⊹ ❒ ♡ ִ ֹ ⏝︶

#sukuna x oc #heian sukuna #sukuna #Sukuna x oc male #heian era

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lyubochka · 5 months ago

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i treat ask games like surveys this is make me admit stuff by lost-head-adventure or smth idk its deactiviated

Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?

not including messages i consider too private to share on tumblr. yes

You talked to an ex today, correct?

nope.

Have you taken someones virginity?

no i dont think so. all of my partners have been more experienced than me

Is trust a big issue for you?

yes ): im working on it

Did you hang out with the person you like recently?

i like lots of people but as far as "crushes", no not recently. i should though

What are you excited for?

my partner system to get home from work. our next grocery run. autumn. my birthday next month

What happened tonight?

i posted about that today but, other than all that, i ate some pizza... honestly i should write or record or something tonight

Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted?

no? wasted chicks are super funny

Is confidence cute?

confidence is hot yeah

What is the last beverage you had?

a monster. i should get water or something

How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?

none but i dont really talk to a lot of people. only the women in my family and i cant trust them. its not about being the opposite sex tho

Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?

yes

What are you gonna do Saturday night?

its sunday rn but yesterday i cried so hard i gave myself a headache and listened to a new album

What are you going to spend money on next?

probably a new microphone or sushi

Are you going out with the last person you kissed?

yes

Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months?

yes? of course

Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?

my partner system, but specifically mar, rich, robin, and trent

The last time you felt broken?

today at like 7pm

Have you had sex today?

yeah lol <3

Are you starting to realize anything?

being 23 aint shit. i dont know fuckin anything.

Are you in a good mood?

its alright. could be better

Would you ever want to swim with sharks?

yeah theyre chill

Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s?

no thank gawd. otherwise id be the type of douchebag to go around calling my shit hazel.

What do you want right this second?

a haircut... jack... a punch to the jaw. (not sft text beyond this point to the end of the answer) to be dressed up in vinyl lingerie to match someone elses military gear and ride his dick while gagging on his fingers

What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy?

nothing. id end up in jail

Is your current hair color your natural hair color?

nah i recently dyed my roots again. its black but im a natural blonde

Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh?

usually people who arent intentionally witty are unintentionally hilarious so thats hard to picture. but if our humor just isnt compatible i mean. maybe. probably not tho that speaks to a lot of other shit

What was the last thing that made you laugh?

@fuckin-pistol-whipped's replies

Do you really, truly miss someone right now?

yeah. sunset eyes, if this somehow gets back to you, im sorry i didnt give you a better warning. ill be back sooner than you know. it wont be months this time. i want to figure something out but i dont want to keep giving you half promises. soon, i dont know when. i love you. it means something, i swear.

Does everyone deserve a second chance?

yeah id say so

Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to?

sometimes <3

Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do?

oh yeah for sure. i think we're in a situationship. maybe we're dating? idk i cant rember. god i need to see him again soon. i should watch some videos or smth

Are you one of those people who never drinks soda?

nah but i usually drink diet soda. if im buying it out at like a gas station or smth ill go full sugar cuz its just a one time thing but. i think i drink two diet cokes a day. i dont always finish em

Listening to?

+ shuffle queue

Do you ever write in pencil anymore?

yeah but i prefer pen tbh. i keep like two hand notebooks a pencil and a pen on me at all times

Do you know where the last person you kissed is?

probably at his house with his cats. or with his band

Do you believe in love at first sight?

i believe in instant chemistry but love is kinda something u collaborate on. its like a living thing. ive recently figured out that two people can be in love and still wanna maim each other a little bit from time to time

Who did you last call?

@fadenkreuze but thats like a given. it was @antichristxsuperstar in front

Who was the last person you danced with?

my cat. it counts, in my book

Why did you kiss the last person you kissed?

we were having sex and i guess my mouth just looked that good hanging open and drooling

When was the last time you ate a cupcake?

i dont think its been a year but. it was probably springtime i wanna say-- no, late winter. valentines day cupcakes. mini ones.

Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today?

nah im not a hugger. he knows i like him ok tho

Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?

i dont believe in embarassment. but yea sometimes i make a fool of myself. usually it makes em giggle and then its fine <3

Do you tan in the nude?

i do a lot of things in the nude but i dont tan. im goth so

If you could, would you take back your last kiss?

i dont remember it

Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night?

yes actually it was rich. hey rich

Who was the last person to call you?

Do you sing in the shower?

yes sometimes but i sing all the time

Do you dance in the car?

Ever used a bow and arrow?

Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?

Do you think musicals are cheesy?

no theyre an art form. i think A musical can be cheesy but not all of em. having said that ive never been a huge theater person but ill watch a bootleg every now and then

Is Christmas stressful?

it doesnt have to be but some people make it stressful. its lonely tbh

Ever eat a pierogi?

yep. theyre p good

Favorite type of fruit pie?

peach

Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?

equestrian, veternarian, rockstar.

Do you believe in ghosts?

"do you believe in barometric pressure" "do you believe in wool fibers" "do you believe in the oxidation of metals"

Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?

all the time

Take a vitamin daily?

Wear slippers?

yes and i encourage others to do so as well

Wear a bath robe?

nope too warm and humid where i am

What do you wear to bed?

the buff

First concert?

it was a festival for nu metal bands in like 2008 or something. metalfest i think it was? or something close to that name. i dont remember all the acts that played but mudvayne was there i know for sure

Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?

in my town theres only a walmart but i prefer target

Nike or Adidas?

Cheetos Or Fritos?

fritos are more versatile. remind me of chilis and soups

Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?

Favorite Taylor Swift song?

Ever take dance lessons?

Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?

yeah. professional cocksucker

Can you curl your tongue?

some people cant do that?

Ever won a spelling bee?

this is a traumatizing memory for me i refuse to elaborate

Have you ever cried because you were so happy?

yes often. usually during sex

What is your favorite book?

i hate these questions cuz then i forget every single book ive ever read. idk ill say the most recent book i read. the long hard road out of hell by marilyn manson

Do you study better with or without music?

with but it has to be instrumental or so loud its mind numbing owwww speaking of my ear fuckin hurts fuck you billy corgan

Regularly burn incense?

not anymore

Ever been in love?

Who would you like to see in concert?

obvious answers are like. mm. nin. slipknot (but like in 2002 or smth).

What was the last concert you saw?

in person? i dont even remember. its been over a decade

Hot tea or cold tea?

cold tea always preferable

Tea or coffee?

coffee. also cold

Favorite type of cookie?

sugar cookie or chocolate chip

Can you swim well?

nah

Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?

yes??

Are you patient?

extraordinarily

DJ or band, at a wedding?

either or. both? both

Ever won a contest?

nope

Ever have plastic surgery?

nah

Which are better black or green olives?

Opinions on sex before marriage?

theres another type of sex?

Best room for a fireplace?

the den

Do you want to get married?

yes

#meow #long post #Spotify

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alullinchaos · 2 years ago

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a rant essay on mamiya/anthy/akio

mandatory spoiler warning for the anime Revolutionary Girl Utena, at the very least up through Episode 23, but honestly for the entire series

anyways. this is not a premeditated rant but it's something I haven't really seen anyone comment on before (and as an avid consumer of analyses/essays on RGU, that's saying something). throughout the black rose arc, we see anthy-as-mamiya several times. what I find interesting is, funnily enough, the hair color. hair color is something very important in utena, because no two characters really have the same color. shiori's purple and anthy's purple and akio's purple are all distinctly different shades. same as how miki and kozue, twins, have different shades of blue (i would even personally call kozue's hair indigo, not blue). even within the black rose arc, mikage and utena are different shades of pink. the only two important characters to share an exact hair color are akio and anthy's mamiya. one could claim that it's because akio and anthy are related, but their hair colors differ much more in reality, and anthy's mamiya is supposed to be a disguise. so, what gives?

my personal interpretation is that it's meant to be demeaning. anthy is pretending to be a boy, but in comparison to akio, she's small. a child. if you compare anthy's mamiya to dios, the hair is remarkably similar. dios was a weak child who overexpended himself trying to do what he couldn't- in this situation, because mamiya was terminally ill, that thing is live. anthy can't do that either, so of course she can play the role of someone in constant pain! she's being stabbed by swords!

it's not just a way of portraying akio seeing anthy as inferior to himself, though (hello, misogynists saying for years that women are just Missing what men have). it also reveals something about akio that isn't often talked about, I think. if anthy!mamiya's hair is meant to portray a connection to akio/dios, and mamiya is an illusion, then what does that say about akio?

let me put it another way: I did mention that "the hair is remarkably similar between anthy's mamiya and dios" but I meant the style. the thing I left out in my hair color match up is that if anthy!mamiya's hair matches akio's, it must also match dios. i know that's a "no shit, sherlock" moment because dios and akio are the same person but if anthy's mamiya and dios are incredibly similar, then they must also share that with akio. akio is portrayed as the opposite of dios; dios was the perfect prince, and akio is merely playing at it. akio is a horrible person, there's no doubt about that. but if dios was an illusion- something unreal, unsustainable, something fake- and mamiya was the same- then akio must be too. akio himself is an illusion. the planetarium projects the castle into the sky, and whatever the adult dios actually looks like, that's who's projecting akio. anthy did successfully save him, that's how he could continue to have so much power. but he's locked away in his coffin, and we don't even know what he looks like. tl;dr anthy pretending to be mamiya can be interpreted to mean that akio isn't real in a sense either i mean, seriously, who names themselves after Lucifer casually? it kind of has the same energy as Nick from Zootopia- "If I can't be the good guy, I'll be the worst guy you've ever seen. I'll be what you're telling me I am." naturally, Nick from Zootopia has some moral fiber, and it's questionable whether Dios ever had any, but that's a question for another day. what I mean is to say that Akio being like That is just his centuries-long maladaptive coping mechanism. unfortunately for him, he's not in a position where anyone would want to save him and brush off the heap of shit to find what would amount to, at best, a shitty mall "gemstone" underneath. could we have known/assumed some of this from the rest of the show? yes, we could have. i mostly find this so interesting because the distinction between the real person (character) in the coffin and the shell walking around the academy aren't often differentiated. i think the difference matters, and that it applies to everyone, even akio. I emphasize that I don't think Akio is a good person. I don't even know if I'd consider him redeemable, because Anthy's salvation comes in that he was tugging her strings to make her do awful things and put victims in his path. Then again, no character in Utena is really innocent. 🤷‍♀️ also I apologize if this is completely nonsensical! if anyone else has talked about the parallels between mamiya & dios, or this entire subject, I'd love to know

#revolutionary girl utena #shoujo kakumei utena #rgu #rgu analysis #utena #mamiya chida #anthy himemiya #akio ohtori #rgu spoilers #sku

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astoldbyaja · 4 months ago

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The Orisha and the Hashira-Ch.16

That morning, I went everywhere with Kyojuro. We visited food vendors and clothing stores. Many of the residents were happy to see my mate, but when they saw me, they’d jump out of surprise or just stare at me. All the while, Kyojuro held my hand and introduced me as his fiancé.

That threw many people off, but with his happy disposition, none of them would give their thoughts on me. We stopped by a small river going under a bridge. There were fish of different colors moving about the water. I smiled leaning over to observe them.

“Kyojuro, your village is quite beautiful.” I complimented. He hummed gently.

“I am glad you like it. When the next hanabi festival approached, I hope you would go with me and… I hope that you will one day see my village as a permanent residence for you.” he said observing me as he stood behind me. I smiled at the water more. Hanabi festivals, I learned were festivals that involved fireworks and delicious food. They existed to ward off evil spirits. It would make sense he’d want me to stay here. I stood up now turning to face him.

“What you told my brother, about my body being my own, do you truly not care if we have children or not?” I asked. His large owl eyes nodded.

“Of course! I know that if you do become pregnant, I know we’d both be able to protect our children. But for now, I am content with just having you at my side to protect.” he said moving to embrace me. I leaned into him with a smile.

“Hey, look at that, it’s a woman covered in dirt!” someone laughed. Kyojuro’s smile immediately dropped as we turned to face five men approaching. I noticed their top knots and sword. Samurai.

“How bad does she smell, must not be too bad for you to hug her!” another laughed. I wasn’t offended by their words, however, I watched Kyojuro turned to face them. Now the men got a closer look at me.

“Woah would you look that! Someone lost their pet slave!” another laughed. I gave a soft scowl.

“You gentlemen must be drunk to approach strangers you don’t even know and insult a woman in front of me. You have no clue how much danger you’re in.” Kyojuro said lowly. Now the men’s attention was grabbed as they looked at us.

“Danger? I don’t see any danger here.” Another laughed.

“I’ll advice you only one time to walk away. I will not ask again.” Kyojuro warned. Now the samurai’s laughed.

“You think you’re some tough shit, walking around with your pet monkey- Nnggh GAAAH!”

My eyes widened as I didn’t even realize Kyojuro was gone from in front of me. The man who spoke’s mouth was bloody and red covered his cheeks and neck. He gurgled and covered his mouth and Kyojuro was just standing there. Blood was covering his right hand while his sword was in his left. I was not horrified at the severed tongue in his hand, more so intrigued that he would something like this. Aren’t demon slayers and Hashira supposed to protect all humans? The man stumbled and was caught by his friends.

“Oh, shit he’s a Hashira! Let’s get out of here!” another man said as they all cowered and ran away. I blinked twice before Kyojuro sheathed his sword and dropped the tongue. He then turned to me with another dazzling smile.

“Forgive me, my water lily for showing such violence in your presence.” he said and approached me. I was at a loss of words as he now stood before me.

“Isn’t that against your code as a Hashira?” I asked. He hummed quizzically.

“I did not kill him. But I did what was necessary to protect you from the harm they were going to inflict on you.” he said. I gave him a look of curiosity.

“And how do you know that was their intent?” I asked. His smiled withdrew but only a bit.

“I looked in all of their eyes. I know women are familiar with the predator like looks from men. When I took Mitsuri under my wing as a tsugoku, I learned quite quickly the ill intent in a man’s face- his eyes. I saw it on all their faces, and I aimed to make a point.” he said. I hummed gently.

“And what is that point?” I asked.

“That if they touched you, then I will do all that is necessary to defend you!” he said lowly. Pride poured into my eyes as I raised my hands to gently caress his cheeks and press a long and loving kiss upon his lips. He held his arms out and wrapped them around my shoulders but kept his bloodied hand out so none of it would touch me as he responded to the kiss. I had never felt such emotion building up inside me from the act I had just witnessed.

I did not need to wonder the extent Kyojuro was willing to go to keep me safe. I remember our first mission and him saying he’d protect me. I told him I didn’t need his protection, but I realize he would protect me without a second thought knowing I was capable enough to defend myself. After washing the blood off his hand, we continued our walk through the village stopping at another noodle shop. We smiled at each other and ate our food.

“TASTY!” I snapped.

“ENENCASA!” Kyojuro replied loudly. We both chuckled at each other. Kyojuro ate another bowl happily repeating Enencasa with such glee. As we made our way back home, the sound of thunder in the sky made us both look up. I feel a drop of water hit my face before another, then another heavier one then nothing. I gasped realizing Kyojuro placed his haori over my head as he smiled lovingly down at me as water drenched his face. I smiled and we hurried back to his estate. The rain lasted all throughout the day growing heavier by the hour. We ate dinner and Senjuro took a plate to his father. Having been bathed and cleaned, we began to walk through the house simply enjoying the sounds of the rain. When we finally made it back to our rooms, we stared at our doors for a moment. It seemed neither of us wanted to step inside. I looked at Kyojuro to see he looked confident although he was not smiling.

When he turned to face me, I noticed the exhale he let out. His heart is beating faster and so I felt my own heartbeat increase some. Slowly, he raises his hand to me, inviting me in. He doesn’t have to speak, but I know exactly what he is asking. I see it in his eyes. I raised my hand to meet with his and he brings the top of my hand to his lips kissing it gently. With his other hand he slides the door of his room open and enters, pulling me gently in with him. He led me toward his futon, but before anything else, he turns and presses his face into mine, his lips crashing into me sloppily.

I gasped moaning into his mouth as our tongues immediately found each other. My entire body felt engulfed in fire as he greedily dominated my lips.

“Your lips are so addictive, Ayo. I can’t get enough of them.” Kyojuro purrs against my lips. I wrap my arms fully around his neck, leaning up to remove the hair tie from his hair and combing my fingers through his hair. I feel that familiar pulse in my vagina, and that coil tighten just a bit in my stomach. I pull back from Kyojuro, a string of saliva falling between us. I can see the desperation in his foggy eyes even as he smiles down at me. He’s already trying to kiss me again, but I press my fingers to his lips to stop him.

His eyes looked at me with a gentle beg, before I moved my hands up to his and guided them to my kimono. I feel his body tense and his hands shake just a bit before he moves to remove the sash of my kimono. I am wearing nothing beneath it, and I sigh as the kimono easily falls to the ground. He visibly gasps as his eyes wonder all over my body. He swallows immediately and his eyes flutter close.

Now I leaned forward and kissed the spot beside his lips before trailing kisses all over his face. We gave low chuckles as he moved my hands to his kimono. I removed the sash from his belt and watched the garment fade away to the ground. His lean body faced me, and I looked over his chest. He did not have many scars over his body, but the only thing that really caught my attention was the semi erect cock already dripping clear fluids. Precum, is a word I have heard whispered in my village to describe it. A patch of yellow pubic hair was above the girthy length. He’s big and I know he’s going to hurt when he enters me. I close my eyes for a moment before feeling soft hands touch my cheeks. I open my eyes and look up at Kyojuro.

“I’ll never hurt you.” he said lowly, and I smiled and nodded. Our lips found each other once more and this time he took my breath away with the heat of his lips. It also did not help his hands gripping my ass cheeks with excitement. I was pressed into his body and upon feeling his cock against my stomach, I felt another pulse shoot through my body. He backed me into the closest wall, his mouth moving down my chin and then my neck. My head fell back just a bit as I feel his lips trailing own to my neck.

God I’m on fire. Once again, the water in my body runs cold and a gentle line of steam arises into the ceiling.

“Oh Ayo.” Kyojuro purrs before I suddenly feel his teeth sink down into my left nipple. I immediately cry out as I feel his other hand begin to grope my other breast. It takes only seconds for my nipples to harden and become incredibly sensitive. My body knows its mate and will react to his touch.

“Aahh.” I swooned feeling his tongue now moving around my nipple and I groan feeling my stomach tighten from the pleasure and sensitivity. His tongue movements slow a bit as if he aims to tease me and it works. “K-kyoo!” He moans in response gently biting down on my nipple before pulling it gently. He moved to the other side giving my other nipple attention and I felt my legs shake.

I was panting very gently as I felt my vaginal walls started to throb, that familiar heart throbbing sensation began to grow. Kyojuro continued to move further south planting soft kisses all the way down my navel and even placing his tongue inside for a quick lick. One of his hands spread my legs so he can get on his knees between them.

“I want to taste you.” he said lowly. I looked down at him after feeling his thumbs at my now moist folds. He stretches them, and I can feel something dripping down onto the ground. “This wet for me. My lily is excited to have my cock buried inside her.”

I whimpered at his words not expecting that to come from his mouth. I close my eyes as more fluids began to lightly drip from my opening. I suddenly, feel the tip of his tongue lick a long strip up me entrance all the way over my clit. My chest tightens and I let out a groan as I feel my walls beginning to clench up. I now feel his mouth sloppily attack me. My hands came up to grip the top of his head.

“Kyojuro! Aaahh-nnngh your mouth is so hot!” I cried out as his tongue now begins to dip into my slit. I’m sensitive more at the opening… or at least my old body was. It seems I was still just as sensitive. Before I knew it, Kyojuro had already carried me to his futon and had me on my back leaning over me now with a warm smile.

“Ayo, may I put my fingers inside of you? I’ll be gentle.” he pants, chin wet from my juices. I gave a gentle nod. “Use your words my lily.”

“Yes.” I replied weakly, and I watch as he brings his middle finger up to his lips and gives it a gentle lick coating it with his saliva before his hand disappears below me. I feel the tip of said finger at my entrance, but it does not enter just yet. And then it does slowly pressing into my tight ring of muscles. I give a gentle wince, and Kyojuro is already leaning over me.

“Hold on to me.” he says, and I do it, wrapping my arms around him immediately as I feel his fingers dip further into me. All the while, he’s looking directly into my eyes, our lustful eyes were mirroring the other. I feel another finger into me, and my jaws tighten as we continue to stare at one another, panting together before he kisses me passionately.

My heartbeat is increasing and so is his. My muscles are locking down on him, but the more he presses his fingers deeper into me, the more that coil starts to tighten. I moan and pant out into his mouth as I can see his arm movements quicken.

“It’s so wet here Ayo.” Kyojuro pants against my lips. My walls began to vibrate and throb. I feel my chest tighten as I look down feeling overwhelmed.

“Kyojuro… aahhh wait!” I cried out.

“Just a bit more.” he coos gently his fingers curling up inside me as they push deeper and deeper against a spot that makes my inside gush. He holds me tight with his other arm as I feel something about to pop inside me. He kisses me again not wanting his tongue to leave mine. I hold him tighter, our hearts beating as one, quickly, together in sync. I was not used to such feelings, and I could tell it was frightening me!

“Kyojuro, I’m scared!” I cry out, his forehead pressing into mine.

“I’m here!” he pants heavily.

“Kyo- aaaahhh!” I cry out as I feel myself cumming all around his fingers. My head fell back as I tremble. I felt my walls tighten on him pulling his fingers. My legs shake violently as his fingers slowly stop pumping. We pant gently and I feel his hips start to buck against my waist. Kyojuro leans up and gets on his knees before me. He raises one of my legs and gently licks as my feet and then my ankle. By now his cock is at attention throbbing violently and he now takes hold of my hips.

“Relax, I’ll go slow.” he coos, and I watch him gently take hold of his cock stroking it gently. I swallow and try to relax my breathing so I could relax my body. I spread my legs further and he moves toward me. I look up at his glowing red eyes, my own glowing in his orbs. I feel the head of him pressing against my entrance. He slowly begins to press into me, and I feel my muscles being forced to stretch as they lock down on him in a vice like grip.

Kyojuro bites his lip, his face scrunching up as he slowly presses forward.

“Your walls. It feels like they’re trying to pull me in.” he pants moving more into me. I give a gentle whimper as I feel him starting to meet resistance and I close my eyes for a moment.

This is it. This is happening.

“Ayo.” he breathes, and I look up at him and one of his palms are out facing me. I don’t hesitate to move my hand up, fingers outstretched. Our palms met and immediately I felt a pulse that I know he felt too. Our bodies tightened together and with one push, he sheaths himself deep into my very core. I cry out feeling the quick and intense pain. We smell blood and he stills looking down at me. “Ayo… relax.” He soothes with a loving smile.

“Oh.” I mutter out feeling him gently pull out and push in slowly to get my muscles used to his size. My body senses a tear and of course, it’s doing what is needed to relieve my pain.

Kyojuro’s head falls back some.

“So tight.” he growls out before panting heavily. I could see it in his eyes he’s trying to keep focus. He starts to pull out then push back in and already he is starting at a firm and quick pace. The pain subsided, my body taking care of the pain receptors I felt from my hymen tearing. Kyojuro keeps a firm grip on my hips as he begins to buck into me, his cock grinding deeply against my walls.

My head falls back, and I moan out feeling my body arch some. I can feel his balls slapping against my bottom as he begins to move faster. My walls are throbbing, and the sensations felt amazing. Each connecting thrust sends wave upon wave of pleasure through my entire body. My breasts bounced with each thrust and that coil, that blissful coil was tightening again. God he was so thick, so big I felt he would split me in half.

“K-kyo, you’re too much! You’re going to break me!” I cry out as he speeds up.

“Do you want me to stop?” he pants out, sweat forming over his brow. I look up at him and shake my head.

“No. I want to feel you deeper!” I cry out, and he leans over me holding on to me as he ruts into me. We moan and pant heavily against each other, our bodies rubbing up against each other quickly. I feel my legs wrap around him, and he uses that to angle over me and slam down into me harder. I feel one of his hands grip my cheeks to make me look at him, his vibrant eyes had fire dancing in them.

“You said *pant* *pant* you’ve never done this before! Neither have I! You are my first, Ayo! I’ve never done this with anyone else, and I will never do this with anyone else! It’ll only be you, my one and only! I swear on my life as a Hashira!” he cried out as he rammed into me. I cry out as I feel my entire body shaking from the overwhelming pleasure that rocks me. His words sank deeply into my mind. I felt pride, happiness to be his first.

“Please! Please!” I cry out feeling my entire body needing him more inside me.

“What do you need my darling!” he pants.

“Please… let me be on top!” I cry out. He smiles and kisses me messily before stopping briefly to roll us over so now I was on top of him. My entire hips sank into his and we both moaned raggedly. I placed my hands on his chest and began to bounce my hips on him, our bodies making squelching noises with each movement. Kyojuro’s head fell back as he grunted heavily, his hands gripping my ass cheeks and moving me up and down on his cock. I was in heaven, devoured completely by the bliss of my mate.

“F-fuck!” he yells out as I keep ramming my hips on his. “Your walls are sucking me in! I feel as if they don’t want me to ever leave!” His hands now grip my hips tight so tight, that I was sure he would bruise them, but I didn’t care. I rested my hands above his so I could continue rocking against him. I looked down at the panting face that is Kyojuro Rengoku!

I lean my head back, glazed eyes staring at the ceiling as I pant like a wild dog.

“You feel amazing my phoenix!” I moan out.

Kyojuro looks up at me and quickly sits up. The action stuns me and I grip his shoulders. He takes my hips and holds me down, his cock head is pushing into my sweet spot violently. I cry out even harder as he now bucks his strong hips into me making me bounce and land harder against him. He’s abusing that sweet spot at this point, and I’m drunk on the pleasure from it!

I feel our hands find each other, curling together as we move in perfect sync again. I scream out feeling my muscles start to tighten up around him. He pulls me down to his chest and switches our positions immediately so that he was on top of me again, drilling into me sloppily.

“Ahh, Ayo, I’m close! Please! Need to cum inside! May I cum!” he cried out groaning hard as one of his hands moves between our bodies and pressing hard against my clit rubbing it in hard circular motions. That coil was at its limit.

“Yes, please Kyojuro cum inside, my walls won’t allow you to pull out to cum anywhere else! Aah aah I’m cumming!” I yell, and we hold each other tight, lips crashing into each other, our moans mixing together before he pushes violently against me and releases everything with a hard grunt. I cry out hard as I cum harshly against him. My fingers digging into his back hard. After a few seconds, he pushes in and out slowly as if to make sure all of his seed remains inside me, before collapsing beside me. We face each other, panting heavily, his hand now caressing my cheek.

The rain had slowed to low and light dropping and Kyojuro pulled me to him, embracing me before pulling his blankets over us. His body made me feel safe and I nuzzled into him.

“I love you.” he said gently into my ear. I was moderately stunned by his words as I looked up at him, a warm smile on his face. For him to cut a man’s tongue out, I would think of that alone as a gesture of love in my world.

“And I love you.” I replied. We smiled lovingly at each other before sharing a loving and gentle kiss before letting sleep take us.

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