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basang-tejada · 1 year ago

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BEHIND THE TREES

Once upon a time, hidden deep within a magnificent forest, there stood a wondrous palace. It was like something out of a fairy tale, with its towers reaching for the sky and its walls sparkling like diamonds in the sunlight. This magical palace seemed to have sprouted from the very heart of the forest, as if it had always been a part of the enchanting landscape.

As you approached the palace, you would be greeted by a grand entrance that blended harmoniously with the surrounding nature. Towering trees stood tall on either side, creating a living archway with their branches being interwoven. The leaves formed a lush green canopy overhead, filtering the sunlight and casting a gentle, marked glow on the path ahead. It felt like stepping into a secret world, where nature and man-made marvels intertwined.

As you walked closer, the palace's magnificent gates would come into view. These gates were not just ordinary gates; they were a work of art themselves. Carved meticulously from the finest wood, they boasted intricate designs of vines, flowers, and leaves. It was as if the gates were alive, with the foliage motifs dancing and swaying in the wind. Each detail was lovingly crafted, bringing a touch of magic and fancy to the entrance.

Beyond those splendid gates, the palace beckoned with promises of wonder and adventure. Inside, there were grand halls adorned with tapestries depicting the forest's creatures, sparkling chandeliers that illuminated the rooms with a soft, warm glow, and windows that framed breathtaking views of the surrounding woodland. The walls were adorned with murals depicting mythical creatures, the phoenix, minotaur and cyclops are few and a vibrant landscape, as if the very essence of the forest had been captured within.

As you explored the palace's many rooms and corridors, you would discover hidden walls and passages filled with treasures from far-off lands. The furniture was made of exquisite materials like shimmering silk, glistening gemstones, and polished wood that seemed to whisper stories of their own.

Every corner of this magical palace was a testament to the harmony between supernatural creativity and the natural world. It was a place where dreams came to life and imagination knew no bounds. A true haven of enchantment nestled within the heart of the forest, inviting you to embark on a magical journey you would never forget.

"Baaa! I want to go there someday Mahaha!" said by a seven-year- old boy with a voice filled with innocence and energy.

"Of course darlihing you can go thehere" replied a middle aged woman in an assuring and calm voice.

"I wanna seehe the Palace, The Tall trehees, the carves on the gates wall...The smell of wohoody surroundings... and Baa! I want to see a real treasure!" uttered again by a dreamy and energetic young voice.

"Alright! alright! Baa you can do whatever you want to do" said again by the woman while touching the boys hair. "Nothing is impossible, if you put your mind into it" while pinching the nose of the boy. The boy giggled in reply.

"Now, may i continue mahay story?" with smile on her face. The boy nodded in response.The woman turns the pages and continues.

Inside the palace, lived Bulan, the Goddess of the Moon and the protector of the palace. As seen by few, She radiates exquisite beauty and grace. Her luminous silver hair cascades down her back, shimmering with the soft glow of moonlight. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of silver, hold the secrets and mysteries of the night sky. She is adorned in a flowing gown that mirrors the phases of the moon, transitioning from a brilliant full moon to a slender crescent. She is called as the light of the lost.

"Is she called the light of the lost? Baa" the boy asked. The woman smiled and replied, "Yes, darling. She's called the light of the lohost because her glow helps people in the dark forest find peace and comfort."

"Baa! I want to meet her, Ma!" exclaimed the boy. The woman gently said, "When the time is right, my dear," as she closed the book.

"Okay, it's bedtime," said the woman. The boy stretched his legs and hopped excitedly into bed. "When can I meet Bulan, Ma? Is she good or bad? I want to see the sparkling palace... and who lives there? Are there really treasures? I want one!" the boy eagerly asked.

"Baa, you have so many questions, sweetheart. I can't answer all of them, but remember, there's a perfect time for everything. When your horns have grown, you can explore the world. But now, it's time to sleep," said the woman, gently guiding the boy to lie down. "I love you, my sweetheart." "I love you too, Mom!" whispered to the boy.

The woman quietly walked away from the boys' room. It was dark outside, and the darkness seemed to wrap around her like a cozy blanket, making everything feel mysterious. She had to be careful with each step because it was hard to see in the faint light that barely reached her.

Inside their small home, two lanterns lit up the rooms. One of them was in the boy's room, and it made the walls glow with a warm, golden light. The other lantern was in the kitchen, creating beautiful patterns on the old countertops.

The woman took a deep breath and enjoyed the calm of the night. Time felt like it was going slower as she let her eyes get used to the dark. Gradually, she could see shapes and objects that she recognized. The gentle glow from the lanterns made everything feel magical and peaceful.

As the woman moved around the house, she felt a sense of comfort in the way the light and shadows danced together. She knew where to go, guided by the whispers of the night. Even though the light wasn't very bright, it created a special atmosphere that made her surroundings look captivating.

As she cautiously stepped into the kitchen, the dim light revealed a figure perched on a chair near the altar, next to the kitchen, its features obscured by shadows. With a sense of urgency, the figure's voice sliced through the air, filled with gravity and concern.

"Do not bestow upon him an illusion of hope," the figure spoke, its tone heavy with seriousness.

"It is no illusion to give the child a reason to dream," the woman replied seriously, while walking slowly closer to the dining table. "He is a child and deserves to live in a fantasy, even just for a while."

As she reached the dining table, the figure stood and began to move closer. Little by little, the figure was revealed. It was a goat in the middle of its life. Its face bore the marks of a bitter and difficult past it had endured. The eyes, filled with sadness and exhaustion, reflected the trials it had been through. In every wrinkle on its forehead, one could see the imprints of burdens and sorrows it carried on its back. Its fur displayed the footprints of time, but that was not all that was evident. The wounds and scars of battles adorned its body, revealing the resilient and brave way of fighting that had accompanied it throughout its life.

The man chuckles " Baa! Fantasy you say? Is it not a better idea to plant in his innocent mind the reality of the world? Life is no fantasy Mariahaha!"

"Ahandres, is it not cruhoel on your part to think the child's mind is ready for the world? Don't take away the child's right to be a child. Baa! Remember, you were a child too, so why not just let him freely explore and enjoy the world as he wants?" said Maria.

"I'm not taking away anyone's rights, Maria, nor forbidding anyone to be free and do whatever they want to do. My concern is to encourage our child to dream and strive for reality, rather than chasing a myth that has never been proven to exist." exclaim by Andres.

Maria said no words. Even though she had many things to say, she chose to be silent. She simply looked out the window and gazed at the field filled with dancing fireflies. She desired no argument. She understood that they held different perspectives on life, and if they were to forcefully impose their knowledge on each other, they might end up destroying their relationship.

A profound silence filled the space between Andres and Maria, as if time itself held its breath. In that shared moment, they both tuned into the unspoken emotions swirling between them.

Suddenly, Andres broke the silence, disrupting the tranquility that had settled around them. "The night has grown deep, inviting us to find solace in rest. Let's set aside our misunderstandings and embrace a moment of peace together." Maria nodded in response but show no intention to move from her place. She kept on watching the fireflies as they sway back and forth in the air. While Andres, let's himself swallowed in the dark letting maria to be alone in the kitchen.

"Seek refuge, Andrees! Flee for your very existence! Abandon us to this forsaken place! Preserve your life amidst the chaos---Baaaah!" cried out a voice, its echoes carrying anguish through the air. The atmosphere became saturated with the piercing wails and desperate pleas. "Leave no creature breathing! Annihilate them without mercy!" bellowed a malevolent and sinister voice, its darkness permeating the surrounding space.

Andres runs as fast as he can, exerting all his strength to distance himself from whoever is chasing them. It was a surprise attack. They never had a chance to plan an escape; only death grant them freedom.

He has no idea how long he has been running. He is tired, with each step his legs grow heavier. His breath is dwindling, and his vision is becoming blurry, but he chooses not to stop. He needs to escape death, for he has a pregnant wife waiting for him to return, so he persists.

As he goes for miles and miles, his pace slows down. He can't feel his feet, he is thirsty, hungry, and weak. He believes he can go no further, so he stops by an old oak tree. He looks back to see if the danger is still following him, and he sighs in relief when he confirms that no one is pursuing him. Due to exhaustion, he gradually loses consciousness and falls asleep.

He wakes up to a chilling howl, a sound that sends shivers down his spine. Fear grips him. "This can't be," he mutters to himself. As he is about to rise and continue, he suddenly comes face to face with a wolf twice his size. It has fangs as sharp as his horns, gleaming like knives. Its eyes scream of death, and its aura thirsts for blood. "A wolf," Andres mutters to himself. The wolf chuckles and says, "You've come this far." It then lunges towards Andres.

Andres bolted up on his bed, his chest heaving as he struggled for air. Beads of sweat covered his forehead, and he instinctively wiped them away. He blinked rapidly, trying to orient himself in the dimly lit room. A sigh escaped his lips as he recognized the familiar surroundings of his home. “Not again”, he whispered, his mind still tangled in the remnants of his unsettling dream.

As Andres regained his composure, he quietly slipped out of the room and discovered his wife and child engrossed in a conversation in the cozy living room.

"Guheess what, Maha? Last night, in my dream, I embarked on a thrilling adventure to a mysterious place I couldn't quite recognize. But deep in my heart and mind, I knew I was destined to discover the wondrous Enchanted Palace!" The child's eyes sparkled with wonder and anticipation. The mother responded with a gentle smile, her nimble fingers delicately weaving threads in her needlework masterpiece.

Andres stood there, captivated by the scene before him. Maria, his wife, appeared to be in her prime, with lips as delicate as rose petals, a nose that boasted a gentle curve, eyes that mirrored the depth of the ocean, and a complexion as tender and pristine as freshly fallen snow. Memories of the hardships he had faced momentarily faded as Andres found himself entranced by Maria's allure, once sought after by countless suitors. With a sigh, he shifted his gaze towards their child, marveling at the spark of adventure and imagination that illuminated their eyes. Pablo, their seven-year-old goat child, who is full of character and charm. He possessed an enchanting mix of youthful energy and wisdom beyond his years. With his fluffy, snow-white coat, he stood out among his peers, exuding an air of elegance and grace. He has a curved, majestic horns curled gracefully above his head, acting as a crown to his youthful persona. His eyes sparkled like the clear waters of a babbling brook, revealing a mischievous glimmer that hinted at his playful spirit.

"Good mohorning, Pa," Pablo greeted, bringing Andres back to reality. Andres smiled faintly and approached his wife and child, first giving his wife a kiss before his child. "Good morning," he replied.

"Pa, do you knohow the tale of the Enchanted Palahace?" Pablo inquired eagerly, looking at his father with anticipation. Although hearing the name irritated Andres, he made a conscious effort to remain composed. He let out a sigh before responding to his son, "No, I'm not familiar with it." It was a little white lie.

Filled with excitement, Pablo began recounting to his father all the details he had absorbed from his mother's stories. He animatedly described the magical creatures, the shimmering gardens, and the hidden treasures that were said to exist within the Enchanted Palace. His eyes gleamed with hope as he shared his longing to be the very first animal to prove the existence of the wondrous kingdom.

Andres looked at his child's beaming face, filled with dreams and aspirations. A brief smile graced his lips, but it quickly faded, replaced by worry and doubt. The enormity of the task his child wanted to undertake seemed overwhelming, leaving Andres uneasy.

Glancing at his wife, fully engrossed in her embroidery, Andres wondered if she was right. Maybe their child was still too young to grasp the realities of life. He kept his concerns to himself, understanding the challenges that lay ahead for their child's ambitious spirit.

With a conflicted expression, Andres rose from his chair and gently tousled his child's hair, a gesture of love and support. It was an unspoken promise that he would stand by their side, shielding them from the harshness of reality for a little longer.

With a sigh, Andres left, leaving behind a whispered message of encouragement. For now, their child would hold on to their dreams, unaware of the challenges that awaited them. Andres, burdened by parental concern, embarked on a quiet journey to preserve their innocence. He hoped that when the time came, their child would possess the strength and determination to face the world.

After ten years had passed, as heavy rain poured down, Pablo was left alone in their small house. He was currently seventeen years old. His parents had traveled to another village to buy supplies. With nothing else to do, Pablo decided to wander around and rummage through their belongings in the house.

Upon entering his parents' room, Pablo jumped onto the bed, causing some pillows to bounce and fall. He gazed up at the ceiling of the room. He noticed that their dwelling had aged, with holes in the roof that allowed water to seep through, despite attempts to patch them up. Pablo felt saddened by the state of their living conditions. "Yes, we may not go hungry, but my parents will fall ill if we don't have a better place to stay," he thought to himself. He closed his eyes, and in his mind, the Enchanted Palace appeared. He remembered every detail: the beauty of the place, the magic it held, and the hidden treasures. "If I could find you, would our lives become better?" Pablo felt a surge of hope. He immediately got up from the bed and decided to pick up the fallen pillows.

Five pillows had tumbled off the bed when Pablo jumped on it. One landed near the iron, two were by the door, and two ended up under the bed. As Pablo reached for the pillow under the bed, he noticed a trunk. He was puzzled and wondered what could be inside the trunk since he had never seen or known that they owned one. Driven by curiosity, Pablo pulled the trunk out from under the bed. It was dusty, covered in layers of dirt that had become its makeshift coating.

As Pablo wiped away the layers of dirt, a burst of colorful sparks erupted from the trunk, dancing in the air like miniature fireworks. The room was filled with a soft, enchanting melody that seemed to resonate from the trunk itself. Intrigued and captivated, Pablo leaned closer, drawn into the magical aura that surrounded it.

With a gentle touch, he opened the trunk, and a gust of wind swept through the room, carrying the scent of wildflowers and adventure. Inside, instead of the expected mundane items, Pablo discovered a collection of whimsical objects. the most remarkable treasure of all was a tattered map, seemingly imbued with ancient wisdom. Its faded ink depicted a sprawling landscape, teeming with fantastical creatures and secret paths. It was a map that held the key to finding the legendary Enchanted Palace.

With a grin of excitement, Pablo knew that destiny had chosen him for a grand quest. He stepped out of the room to retrieve his large bag. He packed all his belongings and then returned the trunk to its original place.

Pablo exited his parents' room and headed straight to his own, ready to begin his planned journey.

About 2 in the afternoon, while his parents were still away, armed with the magical artifacts from the trunk and the ancient map in hand, he set forth into the pouring rain, following the call of adventure. He could almost hear the whispers of the raindrops guiding him, promising that if he dared to dream and believe, the Enchanted Palace would grant his deepest desires and transform his world in unimaginable ways.

Leaving behind the dilapidated house and the gloomy rain-soaked village, Pablo embarked on a thrilling journey, his heart brimming with hope and the knowledge that, after ten years, his life was about to change in ways he could never have imagined.

When his parents arrived home later in the afternoon, exhausted from their shopping trip. Due to their weariness, they did not have the chance to check on or look for Pablo.

Andres and Maria carefully unpacked their groceries and began to prepare the vegetables. "Pablo will surely have a feast tonight, especially with all these favorite vegetables we bought," Andres remarked to his wife. "Is Pablo the only one who eats a lot, my dear?" Maria jokingly asked, causing Andres to chuckle. The couple happily prepared their dinner.

After cooking the meal, Maria quickly went to Pablo's room to call him for dinner. However, she was surprised to find him missing. Maria thought that perhaps he was just in the restroom, so she decided to return to the dining table to help Andres with the meal. But before reaching the dining area, she noticed that the door to their room was open. Curiosity piqued, she hurriedly went to investigate, thinking that Pablo might be inside. When Maria entered their room, she was greeted by a scene of disarray. The curtains were askew, and she noticed a trunk peeking out from under their bed, left open. "Oh no! Andres! It's Pablo!" she cried out, calling her husband's name. Andres quickly rushed to the room where Maria was.

As Andres entered the room, he was met with the sight of chaos. Maria was kneeling on the floor, tears streaming down her face. "What happened?!" Andres asked in a panicked tone. "I don't know, I don't know," Maria replied weakly.

Andres helped Maria sit on the bed. "It's Pablo, Andres," Maria sobbed. "Why? What happened to Pablo?" Andres asked, his voice filled with concern. "I couldn't find your son!" Maria cried. "I went to his room earlier to call him for dinner, but he wasn't there, and now this room is a mess—what if something happened to him? What if he was taken? What if he's hurt? What if he's hungry?" Maria's words flowed in an unending stream of worry. "Those thoughts are not true, my love. Don't jump to conclusions. Maybe Pablo is just somewhere in the house. Stay here, I will find him," Andres reassured, trying to calm Maria down.

After leaving the room, Andres thoroughly searched the house but was unsuccessful in finding Pablo. He was about to leave the house to inquire with their neighbors when a thought crossed his mind—the opening of the trunk. He quickly returned to their room to confirm his suspicion. There he found Maria sitting by the window, lost in thought.

Andres approached the trunk and discovered that their precious belongings were missing. Anger surged within Andres, not towards Pablo but towards himself for not burying or burning the trunk.

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byulsgrease · 3 years ago

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duly noted

you've never been one to obsess about your soulmate, assuming you'll figure it out when the time is right. but seriously, what kind of nonsense has yours been writing about recently?

(eventual moonbyul / wheein x gender neutral reader, soulmate!au, trainee/idol!au, ~1.2k words)

a/n: wheein bias wrecker anon! I might've had too much fun with your req and so this is gonna be my first soulmate au 🤠 while byul and wheein don't actually appear in this part (does that make this a prologue? idk), I promise they'll make their appearance soon enough :)

cw: struggles of being a trainee (weight + food talk)

The claps from your dance instructor ring out in the mirrored studio, calling everyone to attention before they send you off for the day. Everyone stands around listening to whatever niceties they're talking about, asking the rhetorical questions of whether all of you want this, how everyone needs to work harder, etc. How many years has it been now, almost three? Evaluations went pretty well recently and you've certainly demonstrated signs of growth since you started, but debut? Who knows. Does anyone, really?

But right now it's late and you're hungry, hoping that your growling stomach isn't loud enough to pierce through the lecture. You're respectfully tuned out anyway, since it's all old news. Nothing you haven't heard before. They clap again once their spiel ends and everyone disperses. Your eyes catch Hyejin's on your way out of the studio, sharing a funny face and an eyeroll before disappearing into the herd of trainees shuffling to the lockers.

Your locker opens with a routine spin of the dial, taking care to slow down and line up the numbers properly so you're not stuck having to do it over again. The inside's pretty cute for a metallic rectangle— it's really the only space of your own besides your notebook. Pictures of your family, old school friends, and fellow trainee friends line the sides beneath a tiny string of battery-powered fairy lights. It's not much, but always a humbling reminder of why you're here.

Unzipping your bag, you take out a pair of slides and drop them on the floor while stepping out of your sneakers. There's not much else in your bag, just a change of clothes and your notebook, of course. Everyone has one. Anything inside could be drawn, written, scribbled, painted. It’s your personal creative space and no one else's, but with two conditions:

You can't write your name in it, not even your initials. Of course everyone tried to as kids against their parents commands, but letters simply sink into the page, disappearing as if they'd never been written at all.

You can only mark up one side. Pages on the right side are for you, and the left side pages fill themselves. Fill themselves with what? you asked your parents. They gave you a non-answer, saying you'd figure it out someday. Great. Only other thing they bothered to tell you was that your right-hand pages were someone's left-hand ones. So someone can see what I put here? Their confirmation sounded rather casual, which you found weird. Someone out there was watching what you put in? But you got used to it, especially since every person owns one. It's a novelty for children anyway. Mark up a page however you want, knowing that someone out in the would will see, and sit back to watch whatever randomness shows up on the left side.

Your left side pages were actually empty for quite a while, save for the occasional "UGGHHH" followed by a typical childish annoyance scrawled messily across the entirety of the page in marker. Not that notebook use was mandatory, but parents usually encouraged it because it kept their kids occupied. There wasn't much you could do about empty pages, nor did you care most of the time, but it did leave you a little jealous of other kids at school who'd sometimes open theirs and be greeted with cute watercolor paintings, mini murals, or skillfully written poetry.

For you, the notebook's served many uses. As a kid it was random doodles and poorly-drawn fantasy scenarios— escapism, perhaps. In middle school it was angsty poems and random journal entries about the random happenings of your life. For the first half of high school it became your to-do list, keeping track of school assignments. And on the rarest occasion, song lyrics. Visual art was never your medium of choice, music came more easily. But drawing staff lines for music notation in the notebook usually ended up being too tedious, so your original stuff was mostly relegated to voice memos on your phone. And now? Who knows. Trainee life may as well be a blur. Sing, dance, talk, eat if you can afford to, sleep, repeat. It's hard to find the energy to write anything most days. Whenever you feel like checking, the left side has random jottings, nearly illegible most of the time.

It wasn't until you got older that you realized that whoever read your entries on the was the same person generating content on the left. And supposedly the person you're supposed to be with for the rest of time? What kind of system is that? I'm just supposed to trust blindly? having asked your parents in exasperation after figuring it out. Again with more non-answers— it had worked for them, didn't it? There's also the obvious question of why people don't just write directly to each other, but whatever. You're still young, no need to obsess over "the one" unlike some of your classmates. If it's meant to be, it'll happen, you figure. And it obviously is, you've got a notebook with (semi-)filled left side pages. What more could you ask for?

The cacophony of clanging lockers opening and closing starts to die down as people leave. Hyejin's head pops out from behind the locker door, laughing in your face when you flinch.

"Ready to go?"

"Yeah, one sec. Man, I'm starving,” you remark while slipping the bag straps on your back and closing the locker door. You don't even want to know how strapped for cash you are, probably in for another night of boiled eggs and canned kimchi.

“Wanna go out for food?” she immediately asks, eyes alight at the prospect of getting to eat something besides convenience store food.

"I wish. Actually, you wish," you smirk with longing in your eyes. The "no" doesn't even have to be said, weigh-ins are way too soon to risk it. She hangs her head, jokingly dejected as you swing an arm around her shoulder to walk out of the company building together.

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After scrounging up whatever food you call dinner, taking a shower, and flopping into bed, you open up your notebook and grab the random pen laying on your dresser, unsure of what you'll write about tonight. There's chicken scratch on the left page already, ballpoint pen. It's actually legible today, though: In my room every day I see your smile.

What the hell does that mean? Whose smile, yours? You haven't even met yet.

Call me everyday every night, hug me everywhere every time

Utter nonsense. Maybe meeting soulmates is just a huge game of catch-up once everything's finally revealed, surely yours will be. There’s just so many questions. Moving to the right side, you jot down a list of cheat meal ideas along with some assorted notes and pointers from practice that you want to work on tomorrow, drawing little characters next to each list item for fun. After accidentally drawing a random squiggle from jolting yourself awake and feeling the heaviness in your eyelids, you cap your pen and shut your notebook, placing it back in your bag. With the lights out, the last thought you have before sleep consumes you is why haven't you ever tried writing directly to each other after all this time?

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#using their real predebut photos feels like a disservice lmaoo #girl crush is my fave cf tho :D #requested #💥 anon #mamamoo imagines #gg fic #mamamoo x reader #hwasa x reader #mamamoo fanfic #kpop fic #girl group fic #moonbyul imagines #hwasa imagines #wheein imagines #mamamoo scenarios #soulmate au

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anneimaginesundertale · 3 years ago

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I loved taking art class when I was in high school! The teacher was really cool and fun, and he'd let students do different art projects that were outside of the class agenda if they asked, and he'd even pick some of us to paint murals around the school!

There was also this one time in middle school when they put me in band class even though I didn't pick it, but I stuck with the class and really enjoyed playing the flute! I'm hoping someday I can get my own and play again.

Blue, Stretch, if you guys were given the chance to learn any instrument or instruments, what would you guys wanna learn to play?

Those classes both sound really cool! Art and music are so important for kids!

Blue: Ooh, I don’t know! Maybe piano, so I could play while Ray sang? And I could play for my kids at school! I think piano would be really fun!

Stretch: I’ve always wanted to do the ukulele, or maybe the guitar. *he shrugs* I just think they’re cool.

#september ask game #us sans #us papyrus

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ichika27 · 3 years ago

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TWEWY 05

And we’re back! Here’s an overhead view of Shibuya for us.

As usual, the episode is rushed so some of my expectations got dashed again haha. I had to stop myself from taking lots of Joshua screenshots though. He’s my fave character so it was difficult but I can’t really use all of them here cause photo limit and everything.

Spoilers for the game ahead cause that’s how I roll. I’m calling Mr. Hanekoma “Mr. H” cause I’m used to that due to playing the DS game.

Smug scheming Joshua... still cute lol.

They get a mission to go to CAT street. We all know the twist to this. This image of Joshua says it clear as day.

They’re at WildKat!! Yeah, fake mission, Joshua did it, Neku is in a desperate position cause he wanted to save Shiki so he couldn’t tell it was fake... like the game but they got here fast cause they cut off their journey towards CAT street.

I’m happy Mr. H gets his moments here! He’s an important character and someone Neku trusted and looked up to in the game after all.

While here they talk about Joshua and why he’s in the UG. Joshua mentions being able to see everything in the UG (the entire game with the noise and everything) and thought it as better so he came here meaning he uh, “commit not alive” but like in the game that’s all they mentioned of that and they never expanded on it (with Joshua even saying “That’s all” after Mr. Hanekoma added that Joshua visits his cafe to talk about the game).

I really was hoping for a bit more backstory. A little flashback even if it’s just a still image of little Joshua. His backstory is interesting but I guess Joshua will remain a mystery unless they give us extra material (or that prequel a lot of players have been wishing for).

Mr. H didn’t get to mention to Neku that Joshua had no friends and was alone when he was alive because of his ability to see the UG. It sucks that it was left out cause the anime is already shortening the time the watchers get to see the characters and they take away some more stuff that could tell us more about them. Joshua is an enigma and had the least amount of info given in the game so even small stuff like this is important (to me. Others may not feel the same way but I’m a Josh fan haha).

Udagawa and the CAT mural! Very important part of the story and an important place to Neku. Neku talked about how he’s a fan of CAT (I hope someday CAT gives Neku an autograph or something cause you know... hehehe).

The apps. They have it here, too! Still feels weird they’re not flip phones. Joshua isn’t even using them for attacks. I’ll say something more about that below.

The anime telling everyone that these pins are very important. Some passerby even said this was CAT’s design and Neku notices the similarity between the red pin and the Player Pins. Neku and Joshua briefly talk about the composer as well.

I wonder if Neku would be told later about how Hanekoma is CAT. That was important cause it caused Neku some conflicting feelings about who he can trust and it’s a part of the game’s “twist”.

Def March! I can’t type their actual band name cause I don’t have those letters on my keyboard, I’m sorry.

The missing microphone bit is here, too! Although only briefly. Joshua offers to help them find it in exchange for opening a wall. Joshua uses the app that could show the past. I’m glad they were able to show that off. The ordeal is dealt with quickly.

One of the things I like about the anime is that they give a bit of scenes showing the other players. Like I mentioned before, if you played the game you know they’re there. You know there’s a ton of other pairs doing the mission but they’re not really shown unless they’re important in the story so seeing them being shown off like this even a little is a treat. And they’re in the middle of battle, too! They’re using pins while fighting the taboo noise.

They’re finally dealing with the taboo noise but I guess the explanation of them are in the next episode.

Speaking of important players, here’s Sota and Nao again! RIP for the loss of Makoto’s screentime. The ramen shop plot got scrapped completely from the anime.

Uzuki and Kariya dealing with the taboo noise themselves. They mention how noise shouldn’t attack reapers but these ones do. Kariya protects Uzuki and it’s nice to watch (I ship them, okay?).

They finally got introduced to each other! They briefly talk about the game, Neku’s re-entry and what happened to Shiki. Sota and Nao escapes a bit after so there’s no extra talk. I really hope they didn’t cut off the pep talk they had given Neku and Joshua in the game. Will be looking forward to it next episode.

Anyways, Neku and Joshua fight the taboo noise with Neku nearly getting killed by two and Joshua saving him. The two immediately used their combo attack to beat them and Kariya notices and seems to have some suspicions.

The flashback Neku sees in Udagawa. The guns man, they really did this lol. They’re really not allowed to show accurate guns in this series?

And with that, the anime-only watchers are gonna be confused and would hate Joshua. *sigh* oh boy. Then there’s next week’s episode which will also confuse them and... oh man.

Alright, additional commentary:

-Joshua tells Neku Mr. H helps players in the Reaper’s Game all the time and it’s one of the reasons he decided to hang out in the cafe to watch the game aside from the fact that Mr. H was the only other person he knows that can see the game other than himself. I don’t remember if the bit about Mr. H helping other players is in the game but it’s interesting. Does Mr. H actually do that or is that just a cover? I mean I thought Mr. H was helping out with this one only because of the stakes in this specific Reaper’s Game since he’s not allowed to interfere or anything.

-Speaking of which, Neku tells Mr. H about what happened to Shiki and Mr. H’s reaction made me think “Ah, he’ll write about this in his report after this, I bet.” lol

-Please don’t cut off the talk Neku and Joshua will have with Sota and Nao. I mean, they’re given screentime for a reason, right? Unlike Makoto... and the Tin Pin kids. The most shounen part of this series got cut off sadly. And here I was hoping for an “Another Day” ova someday.

-Joshua’s Jesus Beams next week??? Rhyme pin explanation when?? Beat didn’t even show up today.

-I like the fight scenes in the anime as I mentioned before but them having Neku and Joshua use their most powerful attack meant they’re doing battle scene less which I’m not that happy about. The battles were cool! Give us more Neku using psyches! There are so many psyches in the game...

-I’m scared of the discussions about Joshua after this. Who knows what people will think after the series ends. Would the anime be able to properly convey through this short series the bond between Joshua and Neku and how that affected the ending? Oh god... I’m already seeing some people complain about the NekuJosh ship and I wonder if that would now extend to even just their friendship being put into question at the end.

-I hope I have enough motivation to make a Joshua-centric post later on. I have stuff I wanna say about him. I would need to get Joshua screenshots though...

Well, that’s all there is I guess. Week 2 probably ends next episode. Too fast, dudes! It’s going way too fast. I’m okay mostly cause I played the game and know the stuff omitted. The anime watchers? Who knows what they got from this. All I can say is if they end up hating on Joshua, I’d still be a Joshua fan and there’s nothing anyone can do about it haha.

Next week again, I guess!

#the world ends with you #Subarashiki Kono Sekai #subaseka #twewy #sana_post

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wheremytwinwatches · 4 years ago

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[Where My Twin Watches]: Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood Episode 26

Last time: Ed’s telepathic powers refused to appear, Bradley stuck Riza behind a desk, and Envy turned into a Japanese RPG Boss. Onwards!

Season One Finale, here we go! Back in the Stomach Ed and Ling are getting batted around by Titan!Envy. And yeesh, Ling just went flying into a pillar and I’m pretty sure the blood he spat out wasn’t from the stuff they’re wading in. Ed charges…! Oh that’s just not fair. I don’t know if it’s just an illusion by Envy or those are shades of the sacrifices for Envy’s Stone, but Ed can’t bring himself to attack the screaming voices. Ling’s totally fine, though, stabs one of the Shades and drags Ed away, tries to snap him out of it. Come on Ed, you’ve got to- [Nina]: “Big Brother. Wanna play?”

FUCK YOU, ENVY. Gracia was bad enough, but you’re pulling Nina into this?! Ed is understandably shocked at this, can’t move even as Envy grabs him and slams him into the ground. Then damnit damnit Envy’s freaky tongue-thing is picking him up and he’s still shocked and Ling’s too hurt to reach him and Envy just chomped down and ate Ed. Leto damn it, not again!

Episode 26 - “Reunion” Ok, back outside, May’s still going around looking for Shao, finds a construction worker who saw her with “a guy in a suit of armor”. May has a terrified Image Spot of a demonic Al chortiling in [Evil Laughter], with a question mark for that unimportant pipsqueak he was with (heh). May’s stomping along with Scar in tow, ranting about the kidnapper and how he’ll pay big time. But how will she find him in such a big oh there he is, down that alley. With Gluttony, too! Right, the Goth was taking Al to Father. Despite Scar’s warnings, May goes after him, leaving the Ishvalan to follow wondering why Al is with the guy who nearly killed him before. May’s getting second thoughts, sensing the source of the Wrongness in Amestris (so she’s got the Detect Evil skill like Ling?). Shao seems to be sensing the Wrongness too, so upset that she doesn’t even object to Al’s concern, clutching his hand in fear. Gluttony is as cheerfully oblivious as ever, leading the potential sacrifice to his boss. He even brushes off all the shattered bones underfoot, saying the “gatekeepers” won’t hurt Al as long as he’s being escorted. But their tails don’t have a Goth guide, so I’m anticipating a fight scene in the near future. Uuugh we’re back to Ed now in Stomach Squared, freaky flesh faces sliding past as… a red light starts shining? The Philosopher’s Stone! Quick, smash it! Leto damn it boy, stop having flashbacks of symbols and TCs and- *Ed kicks one of Envy’s teeth out, flails his freed leg around* [Ed]: “Open up, Envy! Your breath is killing me!”

Huh? Ed’s saying he’s got a way to get them out of there? I was expecting a final attack against the Goth, but are you trying to get all three of you free? Hi, Gatekeepers! *May and Scar do their thing* Bye, Gatekeepers! Never mind! Hi, more Gatekeepers! Well hello again, Father. (Beard). Dude picks up on the Gatekeepers being slaughtered restless, looks like he’ll have visitors. Uh, time for Bradley backstory, I guess. Doesn’t remember his parents, raised with a bunch of other young boys as “Prospective Fuhrers” by men in lab coats who just scream trustworthiness, studied and sparred and got strapped to an operating table by the Labcoats… and after being injected with Liquid Stone he rose up as Wrath, renamed King Bradley. I’m willing to bet that if Father didn’t remove the Labcoats to tie up loose ends, that their test subject didn’t stay from revenge himself. Oh wow, he’s actually telling Roy all of this, about how he doesn’t even know if he’s the “original soul” or just the strongest from the Stone. In any case, Roy’s question about restoring his humanity? I’m sorry Roy, but I’ve gotta side with the Fuhrer on this one. Horrific origins aside, he is arguably superior to classic humankind at this point. You’re arguing he should give up enhanced physical abilities and regeneration for… what, exactly? Again, I DO NOT CONDONE THE USE OF PHILOSOPHERS STONES. But after the fact, there’s really no advantage to undoing Bradley’s transformation. Back in the Stomach, Ling is patching Ed up as Envy is gathering the fragments of the Xerxes mural. Ed had thought that it was similar to the Philosopher’s Stone TC from the Fifth Laboratory, but on closer inspection it’s made for “summoning”. That is, Human Transmutation. He can’t bring back the dead because of the Rule of Equivalent Exchange- EEC: 9 Seriously? The last time I can find this count being updated is way back in Ep 13. I have been lied to about how prevalent the term is in this show. -but Ed can Transmute himself, theoretically opening the Gate which, again theoretically will get them out of this failed Truth dimension into their own. Regardless of all the theoreticals and risk of Rebound, do you really wanna trust a Xerxes artifact? I mean, I thought their whole deal was they tried some sort of Transmutation thing and then EVERYONE vanished. That’s like finding a big red button in the middle of Atlantis. Oh. Ok then. That answers my question. Ed went on to decipher the rest of the mural, about how it’s about casting God down and becoming the perfect being. And the mural was shattered and hidden in the Stomach to hide what happened to Xerxes; their wholesale slaughter to form a Philospher’s Stone. Envy just says he’ll answer any questions once they’re out (and we should trust you to keep your word why…?), offers his Philosopher’s Stone to “pay the toll”. Wow, you just blithely admit that they used to be Xerxians but their individual souls crumbled long ago to just be energy. You really don’t care for humanity, do you? [Envy]: “Would you hesitate to throw a bundle of logs onto a fire, because you pittied the tree they came from?” Screw you, Envy… and fork over that Stone. You aren’t right, and I will never concede to you being right… but for now, we need that power source. Transmutation time! Ling notes amid Epic Music and [transmutation sounds] that it almost looks like Ed’s praying when he Transmutes (of course, gotta pay respects to the Almighty Leto after all), light flashes and the three of them fragment and fade away into the Portal, Ed focuses on the passage even as Truth (sporting a familiar arm and leg) taunts him about not getting his body back… Gluttony and Al are at a big door, Father on the other side. Gluttony pushes the door open… Ed’s at the Gate of Truth now, [grimacing with pain]. Wait, two doors? And another… oh, Leto. Is that Al? Ed screams for his brother even as the [giggling] Gate pulls him back, he can’t leave. Not without his own soul. The door closes- *Door smashes open, end credits music starts up* Wait… no. No no no, don’t you dare end before we even see Father- [Ed]: “Alphonse! Look at me! I promise… Someday soon, I’m coming back for you! Just you wait! Wait for meeeee!”

… … … LETO DAMN IT NO NO NO YOU DO NOT END IT THERE WHAT THE LETO THAT IS NOT A FINALE NO NO NO NO NO Well, ok then. To recap: -Roy’s Conspiracy has been broken up all over Amestris, Riza herself assigned to work directly for the Fuhrer -May and Scar are busy fighting the Goth’s Gatekeepers (who cares where Yoki is) -Gluttony, Al, and Shao are opening the freaking door to face Father -Ed, Ling, and Envy are in the midst of Portaling their way back to reality ...yup! That sounds like an absolutely perfect place to end a season. Seriously… Alright! Well, overall I have been delighted with this amazing story, glad to have watched it and throw speculations around like sparklers, I’ll see you guys soonish for Season Tw- … WHY IS BROTHERHOOD GONE FROM ITUNES?!

#wmtw #where my twin watches #full metal alchemist #full metal alchemist brotherhood #fmab #fmab 26

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cumulohimbus · 5 years ago

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100 things I want to do in my lifetime

So, I had a really good conversation today with friends, and I opened up briefly about my stay in a psych ward a few years ago. It came up because I am acutely aware that I haven't been doing well, and am scared to return to a situation anything like my previous stay at said ward despite knowing that being hospitalized would probably be very beneficial at this time in my life. Talking about it did make me remember something though, something that gave me a lot of hope. While my experience with a psych ward was overwhelmingly negative, there was a part of treatment that really got through to me at the time. It especially helped with my suicidal ideation, which is something that's been really problematic for me again lately. Since I remembered it, I'm going to revisit the exercise, and I encourage anyone and everyone who also struggles with suicidal thoughts, thoughts of self harm, mental health issues, or even if you're just having a bad day, to give this a try. It's simple. Make a list of 100 things you want to do in your life. They can be as realistic or unrealistic as you want them to be. They can be big, long-term goals, or small, silly goals, and everything in between. The only rules are to write 100 things, and to avoid sarcastic or pessimistic things like saying one of your goals is to die or something like that. Save the list! Then someday you can go back and cross off things that you've accomplished or edit as you see necessary. Without further ado, here is my list:

1. I want to get my name legally changed to Larkspur Emmett so my dead name is no more

2. I want to get top surgery

3. I want to rekindle relationships within my family, especially with my cousins

4. I want to get scuba certified

5. I want to dive over the "sunken island" location on the lake my family had a cabin on that I visited frequently while growing up

6. I want to go diving in general, seeing a coral reef in person is an especially huge dream of mine

7. I want to rekindle my knowledge of the Spanish language and eventually become fluent

8. I want to continue learning American Sign Language

9. I want to learn more about my ancestry; I know I'm a vast mix of probably mostly European blood, but my family comes from so many different places and I'd like to know more about them

10. I want to finish the art commission I started for my close friend

11. I want to travel to places like Costa Rica, Japan, Chile, and Australia

12. I want to go on exotic travel adventures with a future romantic partner or close friend

13. I want to get my Bachelor's degree

14. I want to earn enough money to live comfortably, probably with pets

15. I want to adopt a pembroke welsh corgi

16. I want to beat my eating disorder(s) for good and be able to stop taking medication to help if at all possible

17. I want to go ziplining

18. I want to go skydiving

19. I want to hike through the Monteverde biological cloud forest reserve in Costa Rica

20. I want to develop a drag persona and perform as my persona on a regular basis

21. I want to make a fursuit (yes I said it, fite me)

22. I want to finish an entire animated music video

23. I want to learn more about plants and successfully keep one alive for longer than a year

24. I want to try my hand at raising an ant colony

25. I want to go swimming more often

26. I want to learn more martial arts

27. I want to learn to be a leader in my community

28. I want to work harder in my college classes

29. I want to learn to not fear loneliness and abandonment, and to appreciate my alone time

30. I want to get (many) more self-designed tattoos

31. I want to continue learning how to appreciate my body without caring about other people's opinions on what is considered "attractive"

32. I want to eat more whole foods both because they're healthy for me and taste far better than anything with chemicals in it

33. I want to meet a few famous people in person, can't think of many off the top of my head though, but I know there are a couple

34. I want to take dance classes again

35. I want to learn how to play a musical instrument (I mean, I took 7 years of piano and can kinda read music, but I wanna learn an instrument that's better suited for short fingers lolol, maybe french horn?)

36. I want to finish the paintings I've started

37. I want to learn how to digitally render things realistically

38. I want to finish the fanfiction piece I started a couple years ago

39. I want to become more patient and less envious

40. I want to heccing fly, okay?

41. I want to feel like relaxation is deserved and expected, and not a luxury only for those who can afford it

42. I want to reassemble an animal skeleton

43. I want to dig up a fossil (specifically of some sort of mesozoic creature, that'd be so cool)

44. I want to get back to using my planner

45. I want to play more (board, card, video, etc.) games with my friends

46. I want to disassociate less and be present in the real world more often

47. I want to be more informed about what is going on both in general, but especially in my more immediate environment

48. I want to take up better drawing habits (more life drawing, warm ups, breaks, etc.)

49. I want to try a real goddamn piña colada, bonus points if it's on the beach

50. I want to try existing in a portable living situation, like a renovated bus or van, for a while

51. I want to learn basic wilderness survival skills

52. I want to learn how to identify many different species of all types of organisms, especially plants and animals

53. I want to get my vehicle fixed up nice and maybe hand paint some things on it

54. I want to learn more about different cultures because they're fascinating and I want to be as respectful of all people as I possibly can be

55. I want to paint the waterfall jungle mural of my dreams in my future house

56. I want to gain better control of my emotions and my responses to them

57. I want to fabricate a working pair of wings for human beings

58. I want to learn/do more embroidery

59. I want to get a cerulean blue Corvette stingray

60. I want to get better about not procrastinating

61. I want to go to more events/be more involved wherever I am

62. I want to go for more walks to places I haven't been to before, bonus points if it's in the middle of the night and/or in the rain

63. I want to do things like play in inflatable obstacle courses and ride on roller coasters without caring about whether other people judge me for doing those things as an adult

64. I want to regain the physical strength I have lost from being sedentary while my mental health has been at its lowest

65. I want to spend more time laying in the sunshine, preferably with the bare minimum of clothes on because I enjoy the warmth on my skin

66. I want to cuddle more with others that feel comfortable enough to participate in that with me

67. I want to learn more about the fabrication of clothing and design/make some outfits for myself

68. I want to cosplay, maybe go to a convention sometime

69. I want to go skinny dipping >:3 (look, it's number 69 on the list, okay?)

70. I want to try all sorts of foods I've never had before

71. I want to see a butterfly leaving its cocoon in real life again

72. I want to read more of the books I own

73. I want to be kissed by someone again...it's been over 4 years...

74. I want to eliminate my habit of requiring a Youtube gaming playlist to be playing in order for me to fall asleep

75. I want to learn more about the history of the lgbtqia2s+ community

76. I want to learn how to cook for myself better, and like, actually use those skills on a regular basis

77. I want to learn how to take care of my vehicle better on my own, like how to change a tire and such

78. I want to learn to communicate better, and just, in general how to be the best friend I can be

79. I want to stop using all substances for the purpose of drowning out my surroundings and messing with my temporal senses, if I'm going to drink/smoke/get high/whatever, I want it to be because I want to for fun, not because I want the chemicals to take the edge off my mental illness(es)

80. I want to start taking better care of my dental hygiene

81. I want to learn more about my legal rights and finances and other "adult" stuff that doesn't really get taught to you unless you specifically go looking for it

82. You know the somewhat obnoxious game Bop It? Yeah, I want one of those again, keeps me entertained for a long time

83. I want to design more things in general, more characters and their outfits and personalities and the worlds they live in, I enjoy that

84. I want to spend more time outdoors with my friends, watch sunsets and collect miscellaneous objects from the universe and such

85. I want to teach someone something, sit down and maybe teach someone how I draw or about something that I am at least somewhat knowledgeable about

86. I want to go to more aquariums; if/when I travel more I want to go to every aquarium I come across

87. I want to start a legit collection of something and like, build it up over a long period of time so it gets pretty impressive

88. I want to get my eyes surgically corrected so I don't have to wear glasses or fiddle with contacts

89. I want to learn more about Greek and Latin roots and just words and symbolism in general

90. I want to lose the embarrassment I have about my hyperfixations because I deserve to not feel ashamed of the things that bring me satisfaction and joy, and it's okay if other people don't share my enthusiasm about such things, I just want to learn to not be embarrassed that I like stuff

91. I want to get over my fears/discomfort re: nudity, especially for life drawing classes; see, it's one thing to see someone nude and divert my eyes but for life drawing I'm kinda forced to look...

92. I want to understand myself better and learn to love me instead of the opposite; I want to be full of love for the beautiful people around me and I want to really solidify in my brain that I am one of those beautiful people

93. I want to do more things for others that are meaningful because that makes me happy, and I want to learn to do those things while also respecting everyone's, including my own, boundaries

94. I want to develop a sleep schedule that is healthy and appropriate, and that I'm able to maintain

95. I want to run in the rain more often and jump in puddles (edit: while typing this it started storming out and I had to run outside in my bunny pajama short-shorts, winter boots, and a sweatshirt, to grab my box of silly plant seed experiments before they blew away, so progress is already being made)

96. I want to get over my intense fear of making phone calls

97. I want to learn how to sing better with my new and improved deeper voice from being on Testosterone

98. I want to get my first tattoo fixed up and hopefully renew the meaning it had to me at the time that I got it -- I want to try to keep that promise

99. I want to spend more time actively working on improving my mental health

100. I want to see more, I want to learn more, I want to do more, I want to be the version of myself that is genuinely amazed and curious by all manner of things, and I know that part of me is still there

And now, once you've finished your list, you have 100 reasons to not give up, because there's no way of knowing what you're capable of doing if you don't exist to try.

#long post #for future reference #silver writes #mental health things #but positive #100 things i want to do #i'll add a keep reading thing later #can't figure out how to do that on mobile

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singingcookie · 6 years ago

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X me, xion and roxas, Dance with me!!

Leave a “X Me” in my ask, and I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]

Another day, another mission.

But even fighting Heartless for, you know, the hundredth time–it wasn’t as bad today. The last few times Roxas had been assigned to Beast’s Castle, he had been paired with Xaldin. And while he didn’t exactly hate anyone in the Organization (apparently he couldn’t with “no heart” or whatever), the man with side burns didn’t really make his, ah, top-picks as far as partners went. Most of the things he talked about went right over the blond’s head. And Xaldin seemed to get exasperated with his cluelessness pretty quick.

But for the first time in a while–Roxas was paired with one of his top picks! He glanced over his shoulder after finishing off his own Heartless. Xion hopped back on one foot, her black coat fluttering around her, and sent a fireball at the Shadow now a fair distance away. Once it faded, she spun around to the final enemy, hefting her own weapon above her head to land a finishing blow. She clearly had it handled.

The Keyblade faded away from his grasp in a shimmer as he decided to take in the room now that it wasn’t crawling with their targets. It was still as bright as the last time he had arrived. Xaldin had said when they investigated the castle before, that it was clear the Beast avoided this room. Judging from the lack of destroyed decor that littered every other inch of the castle. There were hardly even scuff marks on the floor, it was pristine even.

Roxas actually…really liked this room. There really wasn’t much in it. No furniture even. Just the banisters that held up the U-shaped second story, encompassing the wide open space that he and Xion had been clearing the Heartless from. And then full-length windows that showed off the dark forest past the castle grounds. Perhaps it was the lighting. Yeah. The warm red surrounding the windows, the tanned flooring with the pattern in the center, and the powerful glow of the candles… It reminded him a lot of the best view in Twilight Town.

He dropped his head back, gazing at the gigantic chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Somehow it felt like the centerpiece of the mural. Even though he had no idea how a golden chandelier would relate to the mural of clouds, filled with–what had Xaldin called them again?–cherubs, that’s right. He couldn’t explain why but it just worked.

“All right, that was the last one here!” He hummed in reply to her cheerful tone, tearing his gaze away from the artwork above them. He was about to turn around, when she passed him with an interesting hop in her step, her eyes ever forward. “The ballroom’s pretty nice, huh?”

Ah. Ballroom. That’s what Xaldin had called it before too. “Yeah…” He took a few steps further in, his gaze following hers to the windows and the inky scenery that lay through them, dotted with the sparkle of stars. “But what’s this room even for anyway?”

He heard her tinkling laughter beside him, and he suddenly felt very warm in the face. “Roxas, didn’t Xaldin tell you?”

“I mean,” he started, raising a hand to rub the back of his head feeling a bit awkward as he admitted, “sometimes I don’t completely listen when he starts being a downer. Which is, y’know–”

“Often,” she agreed with another peal of giggles. She said that she and Demyx had talked about it on one of their missions here together–another person who was on the lower end of Roxas’ picks for partners–which explained why she had actually listened to the explanation. “It’s for dancing. The people here would hold big parties with upper class people and everyone would dance all night long!”

He tilted his head, mumbling the word under his breath as though it might get it to stick in his brain this time. The word was familiar somehow. But he knew it wasn’t from his time in the Organization. Perhaps in his old memories–his old self and what he couldn’t truly recall–was where it originated. “Xion… Do you know how to dance?”

A grin spread across her face so bright that it had the corner of his lips tilting upwards too. “Yeah! I mean, Demyx told me all about it! He even showed me how it would go at these parties! You wanna try?”

He didn’t know what exactly to expect here, but he gave a tiny nod anyway. “It’s like this…!” He pitched forward when she grabbed the hand closest to her, tugging him closer. They had a step between them and he wondered vaguely if they had ever stood so close before. From the pink that dusted Xion’s cheeks, and how she mumbled an apology about pulling him so suddenly, he didn’t think so.

After he assured her that it was fine, she started to change their position, telling him as she went. First, they were to keep holding their hands this way. He didn’t mind that. It was warm. And then he was supposed to put his other hand on her waist. He was about to ask if that was really alright when she rolled her eyes, and used her free hand to place it there herself. Okay then.

Once that was done, she placed that same hand upon his shoulder. Now there was even less space between them. Now everything was warm. Their hands and definitely his face. Yes, his face was very warm now. “Um, is this it?” he wondered. That was hard to ask–his throat was dry now too.

She was laughing a lot today. But it made him smile and forget about his hot face. She started to explain how the steps went, telling him to watch his feet at first. She counted them out and smiled patiently if he accidentally trodded on her feet. It took a little while but…

“I think I’m getting it!”

“Demyx said that it’s not getting it if you have to stare at your feet the entire time,” she informed him with a giggle. He hummed, giving the smallest nod before glancing back up. Only realizing now that dancing this way, there was no way to really look at anything except for her.

Her short, black hair was messy and all over the place. Probably from fighting earlier–and all the bouncing around she tended to do probably didn’t help. Her face was more pink than it was earlier and he wondered if she felt as warm as he did.

But it was her eyes that mesmerized him. He knew they were blue. But had they always had that purple tint to them? And did they always sparkle like that in this light? He had never really looked at her straight on like this at the clock tower.

He didn’t know how long they spun around the floor. All Roxas did know was that time was definitely passing. And they needed to RTC, but he really didn’t want to stop. “Roxas, I’m feeling a little…dizzy.”

“Oh. We have been dancing for a while.” Their eyes were still glued to each other, and he wasn’t really sure what to do here. And it felt like his words were leaving his lips without him willing them too. “Maybe we should stop.”

“We have stopped.”

And she’s right. They’re no longer spinning, but they’re still holding each other. As though they might pick it back up. Maybe they would, if they stayed like that too much longer. Axel might wonder what happen if they got back too late. And it’s with that thought, that Roxas removes his hand from her waist, taking a miniscule step back. “W-we should probably be heading to the clock tower.”

She takes a step back as well. “Right. Don’t want Axel to eat our ice cream, huh?” Their clasped hands finally separate; and they only look at each other for a moment before Xion starts to lead the way back. It was quiet as they made their way through the silent castle corridors, to return to their portal home. “So”–he sees her brush some hair behind her ear and the pink dust is back on her cheeks–“did you like dancing, Roxas?”

They aren’t standing as close, but he still feels just as warm as when they were dancing. He doesn’t even have to think to answer her. “Yes.” They should do it again, someday maybe. But he doesn’t say that part out loud.

#Roxas #Xion #Rokushi #the cookie sings #OTP:Tugging Invisible Heartstrings #when they stop dancing is def based off of the one scene in Anastasia lol #I am such a slow writer orz #solfeggioninja

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magnumversum · 3 years ago

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Do Unto Others... Season 1 Episode 7: Bribery draws in fools.

I was brought before The Spud. Before Keshin. It was time for negotiations. “See,” Keshin muttered. “The true lesson of the day is this: always trust your nemesis to even the score.” I decided to make a comment.

I remarked, “Nice lesson, dweeb.” Although my response was sarcastic, I figured he made a point.

Lesson of The Day #1: Let there be a great number of believers in this postulate: that one day the mighty eagle shall soar so humbly low that he may strike it. It shall strike him back with a lion’s strength. It shall strike him back at the speed of a cheetah.

Keshin said, “You wish to receive The Amulet of Traitors,” Keshin looked at me, into the deepest parts of my soul. “You didn’t get it- did you?”

“No. I didn’t.” I stated. “Just as we got here, Rena and I turned around and headed back.”

Keshin said respectfully, “Well here’s a new deal: I shall give you the amulet, if you give me-” He needed to repeat himself. “If you give me-”

I asked again, “What do we give you?”

“Well,” Keshin replied. “Give me some of your primal essence. Your vesa.”

“Vesa?” I asked. “What’s that?”

“Vesa,” he explained. “Your primal essence. It’s what makes you- you. All humans- all creatures- everything, living and dead- has a unique vesa.”

“I won’t give you my primal essence,” I cried.

“GIVE IT TO ME!” Keshin shouted.

“I won’t give it to you,” I said again. “Vesa goes for high prices on eBay.”

“You joker,” he mocked. “You simply can’t auction away your essence.”

I questioned, “What if I could?”

“What if you could?” he repeated mockingly. “‘Oh, look at me- I’m- I’m Henry Edmundson Jones- son of a liar- father of three liars- what if I could sell my essence on a bidding website?’ Don’t make me impatient- Henry. Trust me- Henry… You won’t like it when I’m impatient. Nobody does.”

“I’m impressed,” I said in acknowledgement. “You make a good impression of me. Definitely I wouldn’t say ‘Oh look at me,’ though. I definitely wouldn’t say that- I mean- if I did… you know-”

“Enough jibber-jabber- enough using vocal cords for a day- enough Mr. Loudmouth,” Keshin interrupted. “Let’s get to the point.” He slammed his fist into my chest very suddenly. I gasped for air. Meanwhile, he rambled on.

“Why would you do this?” I hissed.

Keshin explained, “I need you to do something for me,” He jabbed me in the chest again. I wheezed. “I need your vesa for a project. For The Silent God.”

“You use brute force,” I noted. “You are a member of Man’s Grudge. I didn’t know you worked in the occult.”

He said growly, “I need you to cooperate,” He looked at a beautiful mural of a lovely lady on the wall. He looked back at me. “I need you do hand me your dumb life energy or I take it forcefully.”

“Take it then,” I said temptingly. “Take it from me- You wouldn’t… You couldn’t-”

“ENOUGH!” he yelled, sending his fist, a jolt of pain following it, into my chest and up my spine. I gasped in pain. “I hate this- this- this foolishness. You violated many of the barriers in my mind. You broke me.”

Four words I said obviously, “I did break you.”

“You did break me,” he growled. “You broke me hella good. I wanna break you back someday- someday- I will someday- you bet your brother I will.”

“You can’t bet on him,” I said, mumbling. “He’s dead- husky mafia got to him.”

Keshin revealed, “My husky mafia that I owned,” He spun in his chair. I watched him until he noticed I was watching him. “Wanna know more about this? It’s a spinning chair. Fun- right?” I didn’t reply, and he said, “You’re certainly not as fun as this chair.”

“What can I say?” I replied. “I’m not a spinning-chair-fun guy?”

He replied, “I don’t think you’ll hand over your vesa- you gonna?”

“Nope,” I calmly told him. “Nope- I won’t. Not the type to roll like that.”

“I know that,” he observed. “That’s why I’ma do ‘last resorts,’ you dig?”

“What do you mean?” I said, confused. “‘Last resorts’ are not my type. Neither are you.”

“I know that- I know that-” he mumbled repeatedly. “I know that- I KNOW THAT… HENRY…” I jolted in my seat. Why was he calling me?

“‘Sup?” I called loudly to him.

“‘Sup?” he repeated back.

“‘Sup with you?” I asked him. “Feels like this conversation is going nowhere for me. Wanna- y’know- lemme go?”

“Ha!” he cried. “See- it doesn’t work like that. The way it works is: you give me your vesa- I let you go. You don’t- I don’t. You cooperate, I cooperate. You lie and cheat, I reciprocate.”

“Imitation is the best flattery,” I said jokingly.

He replied, “And you are the worst charmer- REALLY!” I jolted in my seat again.

“Gee whiz,” I whispered softly. “That was a shock. Please- never do that again.”

“Won’t ever,” he said apologetically. “I’m sorry… truly…” I seemed to space out, and he shouted, “REALLY.”

I asked Keshin, “Why do you do that? Seriously- stop…” I smirked. He smirked. We both were smirking. “…STOP!” This time he jolted. His smile faded. His tone grew deeper, more serious.

Keshin’s tone, growing serious evermore, he said, “I am now impatient.” He barged out. Now it was just me and my thoughts, alone in that room.

“Yikes,” I muttered. “He’s really angry at me.” I was shaken up from the experience, but I couldn’t let compounding fear and a racing heart get to me. I knew he’d come back. That was a lesson I learned today.

Lesson of The Day #2: The Spud always returns.

He always returns. Even when I didn’t know the identity of The Spud, I knew that he always returns. The difference is: I know his weakness. Bribery.

Lesson of The Day #3: Bribery gains fools.

Nobody could resist some sweet cash. Not even one with The Spud’s immense power. I figure I could hand him a buck and be on my way. “Spud- er- Keshin!” I said into nothingness. “Here for a second!”

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Thievery and Mischief- (a descendants/marvel crossover)

(AN: This is a lemon chapter, if you are uncomfortable with this topic, click the next chapter after the cut)

The door opens to reveal Jay in his red bomber jacket with a white shirt tucked into his black jeans. His hair is in a bun and he’s holding a bouquet of violets.

“Aww, you remembered,” I say.

”Of course I did,” Jay says shyly.

I place a peck on his cheek.

”Can you put these in my dorm?” I ask Evie.

She nods in agreement.

”You look...” Jay starts.

”Strikingly beautiful?” I joke.

”Hell yeah,” Jay mutters.

I giggle at his response.

”Okay, can you two leave?” Evie asks.

”Oh yeah,” Jay says, taking my hand.

I walk out of the door and we walk towards the front of the school. Where a red motorcycle lies.

”You want me to drive?” I ask.

”What? No. But can you?” Jay asks.

”I rode my first motorcycle when I was 11,” I say.

Jays eyes widen and he laughs shyly.

Jay puts on his helmet and I hop on behind him. I wrap my arms around his waist and he revs the engine.

We drive into the city, taking in the sights and sounds of the skyscrapers around us. I look up and see the billboards of artists and murals everywhere. We take the local streets and end up heading past there city into the enchanted forest. We stop by a lake. By the lake is a small greenhouse with a table and chairs. There’s candles surrounding the table and the lake gives off a luminescent color.

“Do you like it?” Jay asks, wrapping his arms around my waist.

”I love it,” I say softly. He lets me go and I walk towards the greenhouse. I see more bouquets of violets surrounding the greenhouse. The scent of his cologne is fresh in the air. I spot little disc in the middle of the table.

“I made an instrumental for the song you made,” Jay says as I stare at the small disc.

”He dabbles in music, huh?” I exclaim.

I give him a hug.

”Hey...I wanna talk to you about a couple things,” Jay says.

I raise a brow and I sit down on one end of the table.

”I grew up under a shelf filled with TVs in my father’s junk shop. I would steal everything we sold, rummage through the trash for whatever treasure we could find. My dad was always proud of whatever I found. I always wished that one day he would be a really successful businessman. Before I left he told me to bring home the gold. I didn’t know what that meant. But when I met you something inside me came alive. It was like your presence was drawing me in. And I guess that’s why I’ve been so drawn to you,” Jay admits.

”That sounds crazy,” I say.

”How about you? How’d you grow up?” Jay asked.

I hesitate before speaking.

”I grew up in a safe house. After your father attacked Agrabah with Hades, we ran out of money to rebuild Agrabah. My mother fought hard to make us realize that what we had was all we had. And that we shouldn’t have to rely on anyone for anything. I ran away a few times because my mother was so hard on us. She was so good and so bad at once. I guess thats why I was scared to tell her that I was Bi when the time came. I wasn’t alone though, my mother cared for me all the same and so did my father. Though dad was a little more caring. He would always work so hard and come home to have conversations with me about the city. He helped grow as a person. Meanwhile, mom helped me grow as a fighter. If not for them, I wouldn’t have let you defend me against Chad when you did,” I admit.

”My father destroyed Agrabah?” He asks.

”A couple of times. The only time he didn’t was my parents wedding. That part was my grandfather’s fault,” I say.

”Lots of family drama, I’m guessing,” Jay assumes.

I giggle at the notion.

”Yeah. We do fight and argue lots but in the end we always agree on the same idea,” I say.

Jay laughs.

”That sounds like something me and my dad do. Whenever he finds a lamp we would argue about whether or not it would work but in the end it’s never the same as we started. I ended up in a dad hug and stealing jewelry or something,” Jay says.

”As a little girl, I always wondered what it would be like for you. Knowing that someone wanted revenge on you. Knowing that you would be hunted even if they didn’t know your name. I knew we would cross paths someday, I just never expect it to be this soon. I never expected you to try and steal my heart in one full swoop,” I say in a chuckle.

”It took me a bit to realize who I was dealing with when you told who you were. But suddenly, it just didn’t matter when we talked. You made me feel something I can’t forget. You made me feel...happy. It wasn’t just the Tourney game that I won that made me happy, it was being with you and thinking about you in class and dreaming of kissing you,” Jay says

“You had dreams about me?” I ask, surprised by his words.

”Sure I have. How could I ever forget those pretty eyes in my sleep?” Jay compliments, winking in my direction.

I blush lightly.

”There’s so much I see myself doing with you, you know? But I just...can’t,” Jay admits.

”Why?” I ask shyly.

”I have to go back to the Isle. That’s what my dad wants me to do,” Jay says.

”But do you want that?” I ask sincerely.

Jay thinks about it.

”No. I don’t,” Jay says.

”Why?” I ask.

”Because I don’t deserve to leave behind the people I love,” Jay says.

Im taken aback by his words. Does he love me?

”Then stay here. With Carlos, Evie and Mal. You can visit your parents anytime you’d like. Hell, you could live with me if you need to. The point is don’t let other people decide what your true emotions are,” I say.

Jay smiles.

”God, you are so smart,” He says in a sigh.

I smile at his words.

”Now, let me guess why you gave me this gift. Are we going swimming in the lake?” I ask.

Jay’s eyes widen, remembering the situation around us.

”Oh yeah, right! We are going swimming,” Jay says shyly.

I laugh at his cute actions.

I get up and I pull off my clothes to reveal the bikini he had bought for me.

I turn around and see him taking his shirt off, revealing the toned abdomen that was hiding beneath the fabric of his clothes. I bite my lip and I wait for him to finish.

”You coming?” He asks.

I take a deep breath and turn around to face him. His eyes search up and down my body examining every crevice of my skin.

”You-you’re so beautiful,” He stutters.

”You’re not half bad yourself, dipshit,” I say walking towards him.

”You saying I look hotter than I sound?” Jay alludes, grabbing my waist.

I wrap my arms around his neck.

”I don’t know. They say things look better when they’re wet,” I say, catching him off guard.

I push him into the lake and he falls in, splashing water everywhere.

He returns to the surface of the water and wipes the water from his face with his hand.

”You could’ve killed me you know!” Jay exclaims.

I dip my feet into the edge of the lake, feeling the warm water on my toes.

Jay pushes his wet hair back and stands up from the water. His skin glistens so beautifully from the water and my eyes wander across his body.

”You see something you like?” Jay asks in a husky voice.

”Thanks for offering but what I’m looking at is already mine,” I say softly.

His eyes turn a darker shade of brown and turn malicious. NO NO NO NO NO

Suddenly he pulls me by my legs into the water and I can feel the water go over my head. I swim up to the surface and splash water in his face. He laughs as I splash him.

”You asshole!” I exclaim.

”Revenge is sweet, right, princess?” Jay asks.

I huff and swim away from him. When I come up from the water, I see a water fall right before me. The sun reflecting its rays on the water creating more of that luminous color.

”It’s beautiful, right?” Jay asks.

”I’ve never seen a waterfall like this,” I say, admiring the nature around us.

”Aziz suggested I take you here. This is the first place your father showed your mother when they came to Auradon,” Jay says.

I turn to face him.

”That is so cute and dorky. Just like you,” I say, pecking his cheek.

I swim under the waterfall and there’s a small sitting area with a pearl stuck in the walls. Jay follows my path and sits on the ledge of the walls rock, forming a bench.

”Jay, everything here has been wonderful. No one has ever taken me out on a date like this before,” I say.

”It took a little help from Aziz and Evie but I managed,” Jay says.

I chuckle softly as Jay takes pride in his work.

”You know there’s another thing I should tell you,” I say.

”What?” Jay asks.

”I’m 16, my favorite color is lavender, my favorite movie is the Book of Life, I love musicals, my favorite flower is a violet, I’m an artist, and my brother is an asshole for telling you stuff about me without my permission,” I joke.

Jay laughs softly at my words and he gets up to stand in front of me. His hands graze my skin. He reaches my scars on my arms.

”Where are these from?” Jay asks.

”Fencing with Aziz. We did it everyday so I would always get cut by him. I used stitch my wounds myself. They were deep cuts but...I also used to get them on purpose too,” I say hesitantly.

Jay grabs my arms and kisses every little scar one by one. He stares into my eyes as he does this. Waiting for me to move or speak. Like a snake circling its prey. He then pulls my arm for me to stand.

”And these?” Jay asks, pointing at the stretch marks on my thighs.

”They are stretch marks, honey. I got them when I started to lose weight during my anxious year,” I say.

Jay moves down to kiss my thighs. The feeling of his lips dragging across my skin makes my skin more sensitive by the touch.

“And this?” Jay says, stopping at the birthmark in the middle of my chest.

”Its my birthmark,” I say.

”I heard a fable that wherever you have birthmarks, your partner had kissed you in those places in your past life,” Jay says.

He then kisses the middle of my chest. He stands erectly, towering over me.

”I want to be that partner to you,” Jay says.

”You want to be my boyfriend?” I ask.

Jay chuckles softly.

”I want to be your everything,” Jay whispers in my ear.

Suddenly, I feel his lips on my neck. Kissing me gently. I bite my lip to hide the sounds trying to escape my lungs. He bites and sucks on my sensitive neck, leaving small marks as he does. He kisses across my jawline and stares at me in the eyes.

”If you want me to stop, you’re gonna have to say please,” Jay says huskily, the lust taking over his eyes turning his brown eyes into a dark burgundy/crimson color.

His lips then end up on mine. I don’t want to stop. I feel the passion in his kiss, pulling me in. His hands crawl up my back and go into my wet hair and my arms wrap around his neck. His tongue teases my lips, asking them for advance. A soft moan slips from throat, inviting it in. Jay’s tongue teases the roof of my mouth until my tongue entangles with his, entering a passionate fight.

His grip on my hair tightens and my hands move down to scratch the middle of his back. Before we can continue the passionate kiss, he lays chaste kisses across my jaw.

“You’re so beautiful. I never knew I needed you this bad,” Jay says in between his soft kisses.

I pull him off from me and make him look me in the eyes.

”Promise me one thing, Jay. That no matter what happens between us. Anything at all, you never stop realizing that who people think you are doesn’t define you. Because my mother told me so many things about Jafar that are so not true about you,” I say.

”You know what’s weird?” Jay asks.

I nod my head no.

”My dad told me about your parents too. And sure, your a little bit like them but...you’re so much better than them. You’re smart, beautiful, and I can tell behind the strong façade that you really want what’s best for people. You want everyone to be okay. Even people who don’t give off the best impression,” Jay says.

I look down to hide my embarrassment.

”And also, don’t you dare hide that fucking beautiful ass from me again,” Jay says passionately.

My lips attach immediately back to his and his arms travel down to my waist and he lifts my legs to wrap around his waist. Our lips part and he carries me out of the small cave.

“Do you trust me?” Jay asks.

”Yes,” I say without hesitation.

”Then be mine and so much more,” Jay says.

”I would love too,” I say.

I pause for a second.

”But?” He alludes.

”But I don’t know if my parents would be exactly thrilled to know that their daughter is dating the son of Jafar,” I joke.

”Listen, if your parents care. They’ll understand. I know it’s gonna be complicated but I feel so many different things when I’m with you that I can’t describe them,” Jay admits.

I blush softly as he admits his feelings to me. Jay smiles and kisses my lips once again.

“Hey, look at that,” Jay says, looking over my shoulder.

I turn and see the sun setting over the sky making a sky of pink, orange and purple. The shape of the moon is beginning to carve itself in the sky along with the stars and is a sign of night.

“We should go before the night comes,” I suggest.

”Sure,” Jay agrees.

We start to pack up our stuff and Jay puts his jacket over my already existing one.

”Keep it for now. Just a little something to remind you I’m there,” Jay says, then planting a kiss on my forehead. He holds me close enough so I can hear his heart beating. My heart’s rhythm starts to match his and I smile against his chest. He grabs his helmet and we ride back to the school.

Once we enter the school, he walks me to my dorm.

”The journey always ends with the best part,” I quote.

”Thats cheeky,” Jay comments.

”My uncle said that, so sure, I guess,” I add.

Jay plants a kiss on my lips.

“Sweet dreams, princess,” Jay says.

”Trust me, they’ll be pretty sweet with you in them,” I say cheekily.

I enter my dorm and shut my door.

God, that date was magic.

But something in my instincts tell me “Its not over yet” and I peek out my door to see him walking slowly down the hall. I run after him and I hug him from behind.

”Adri, what’s wro-“ He starts but I cut him off with furiously pressing my lips to his. He grabs me by my waist, pulling me closer to him.

Suddenly, he presses me against the wall, kissing me even deeper than we did at the waterfall. This time it was like we hadn’t kissed in years. It was hungry, passionate, almost dream-like. He pulls himself away from my lips and moves up the left side of my neck which is even more sensitive than my right. His teeth and lips pulled and sucked on my neck hungrily, like a vampire would with it’s victim. I couldn’t hide my moans anymore. The passion, it felt too strong to hide. With every bite and kiss, small moans erupted from my throat. We stood pressed against that wall for a while until he had pulled away.

“Adri. I want to make you feel good tonight, but I don’t want to rush things between us. I know what happened to you was scary but...I want to be your official first time,” Jay says.

My eyes widen from his words. Even after his passionate pleas, he so aware of my feelings that he takes into consideration of how I feel about this predicament. A voice in my head says,” Do it”.

”Jay. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear someone say that to me,” I say with a soft smile.

Jay chaste kisses my lips and pats my thighs for me to wrap my legs around him. He lifts me up by my thighs and my legs wrap around his waist, my arm wraps around his neck for support. He carries me to my door and I open the door with one of my hands and it opens. He sets me down on my bed and towers over my frame.

“Before I start, is there anything I should know?” Jay asks.

”Go slow but deep, make sure I don’t black out, and also pick up Roxie from Jordan’s dorm in the morning,” I say jokingly.

”Will do,” Jay says planting a kiss on my forehead.

He then tilts down to kiss my lips softly again. He lifts my right thigh, spreading my legs open so he could fit into the space between them. He stops to pull off his shirt, revealing his toned body to me once again.

“You like seeing me like this, don’t you?” He asks cheekily.

”Sure, but it feels kind of odd that all my clothes are still on, don’t you think?” I assume.

”Definitely, the most important part,” Jay says in my ear. He starts to unbutton my shirt, soon realizing I had taken off my swim top.

”You’re a nasty princess, huh?” Jay asks.

”I know a couple of things,” I joke.

I pull the shirt off and take off my pants, left only in my bikini bottoms.

Jay takes off his jeans, leaving him only in his underwear. He dips back down to kiss my neck roughly again. I moan softly in his ear as he continues the action.

”God, you feel so good,” I moan in his ear.

He responds by growling against my skin and my body reacts, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

”It’s turning you on, huh? You like when I kiss your neck like this?” Jay asks.

I nod quickly in agreement and he chuckles.

”Then let me show you something even better,” Jay whispers passionately in my ear. His eyes look up at me as his lips go down from neck to my chest. His hands caresses one of my boobs while his lips move to play with my other. The feeling of his lips on the bud of my nipple makes me writhe in my sheets but his weight pulls me down.

”Don’t move,” He advises in a serious tone, taking the more dominant route. He continues to bite and suck on my buds, but in a more passionate way. It’s rougher, and feels like he’s yearning for my reaction. And then he stares up at me, with those devilish brown eyes. That expectant stare coming from him could make me tremble in a heartbeat.

“Jay...please,” I moan softly.

”Please what?” He says stopping in between bites.

”More,” I sigh.

Jay smirks, kissing the middle of my chest where my birthmark lies before he stands up.

”Get up. On your knees,” Jay orders. I smirk at the order. He probably thinks I haven’t done this before. I quickly get off the bed and get on my knees. Before he can give me another order. I start to palm him through his underwear.

“Oh, so you do know what you what? Your lucky I like girls who take charge...that’s makes your punishment all the more satisfying,” Jay says in a husky tone.

I bite my lip to him and look up into his eyes. I pull down his underwear slowly, then his member springs out. It take it in my hands, feeling it’s thickness and every vein of it. It’s probably a solid 7 or 8, meaning better than average. To throw him of guard, I start to stroke it. I look up and see Jay’s eyes close and he bites his lip to supress a moan.

”You’re not making this easy, princess,” Jay says, slowly opening his eyes. He looks down on me with that familiar lust in his eyes.

”It’s not meant to be easy,” I say softly.

I give his member a long lick from base to tip before I put his tip in my mouth. I can start to feel the pre-cum settle on my tongue as my lips wrap around his tip. I look up and I see Jay’s head tilted back. He groans in a long sigh as I continue to suck his tip.

”You like being a little tease and sucking on my tip, huh? Well, two can play that game,” Jay says, through gritted teeth.

Suddenly, he grabs my hair and puts his member completely down my throat. I can feel the entirety of his length as my tongue grazes the bottom of his member. He moans loudly as I move my tongue around him.

“God damn,” He groans. He then pulls me off of him to let me breathe.

”Even dirty girls need to breathe,” Jay says huskily.

My saliva mixed with precum trickles down my chin and wipe it off with my hand. I put his member back in my mouth and start to suck. Jay moans once again, feeling my tongue trace around every crevice of his member.

“Fuck, this feels better than I imagined,” Jay says in a groan.

I chuckle while his member is still in my mouth causing my vocal chords to send sensitive waves through his body. He tilts his head back in pleasure and moans. Suddenly, I take all of his length down my throat and move my tongue around him. His moans progress into a loud crescendo. I bob my head up and down, taking him all in but as soon as I feel him twitch, I pull his length out from my mouth. I stroke his member while looking up at him. Realizing I denied him of climaxing he looks back at me with that devilish smirk.

”Get the fuck up right now,” Jay growls.

I do as he orders and he pushes back down on the bed. He slithers between my legs and puts them over his shoulder. He pulls off my bikini bottoms quicker than I could say stop.

”You wanna be a little fucking tease? Oh, then I guess you can handle this,” Jay growls.

Jay dips down into my heat, nipping and sucking on my bud. The feeling of ecstasy flows through my body as he sucks on my heat.

”You taste so fucking good, it hurts to even punish you,” Jay says.

A loud moan erupts from my throat and my toes curl slightly as I feel his tongue swirl around me.

“You like that? You like feeing my tongue on your heat? After I got you so wet by kissing you in the hallway, huh, princess?” Jay asks huskily.

All I can do is just moan and nod.

”Look at me, princess. Look into your man’s eyes,” He orders.

I tilt my head back up from the bed and look at him. His eyes are so crimson by now that it’s hypnotizing me.

“This heat? It’s mine, it’s all mine. Because I’m the one who’s gonna fuck you so god damn hard, that you’ll be sore for a week. And you want that don’t you?” Jay growls.

I bite my lip and nod as he asserts his dominance over me.

Jay chuckles evilly as he stares into my eyes. He lifts himself towards me until his face is right above mine.

”And since this is your first time, I’m gonna be a little tease just like you and edge you out a little,” Jay whispers in my ear.

I giggle softly as I feel his breath against my neck.

”You’re such a nasty little princess, right?” Jay whispers deeply.

”Yes,” I choke out.

”And who’s gonna get fucked?” Jay asks.

”Me,” I say.

”And who’s not gonna come until I say so?” Jay asks.

”I am,” I respond.

”And who’s gonna eat this wet bitching heat like it’s fucking breakfast?” He asks.

”You are, baby,” I say softly.

”Good girl,” Jay says, then kissing my forehead.

Jay goes back down to my heat throwing my thighs over his shoulders again. He licks and sucks on my bud so hard this time that I feel like I could burst at any second. My hands start to fly up into Jay’s hair, pulling him down closer to my heat. Before I can come, he grabs both wrists and pins them to my sides with his hands.

”Uh uh, what’d I say to you, princess?” Jay asks expectantly.

”I can’t come until you say so,” I repeat.

”Good, you know what to do. Now don’t be difficult,” Jay says.

He starts to kiss my neck again and I moan at the contact.

Suddenly, I feel his fingers enter my heat and I moan louder. My back arches but he pins me down with his other arm.

”Don’t move a fucking inch, you here?” Jay orders.

I instinctively roll my eyes at his teasing.

”Did you just roll your eyes at me?” Jay asks.

I blink twice in confusion.

”Ah, so you wanna be a little brat, huh? Okay, princess. Then I won’t keep going unless you beg like the little brat you wanna be,” Jay says, pulling himself away from me.

I huff as he waits patiently at the end of the bed.

”Baby,” I say sweetly.

Jay doesn’t say a word, instead he sits and stares at me.

He puts a hand through his now dry hair and he licks his other hand’s fingers clean of my slick.

”Jay,” I say impatiently.

He continues to ignore me.

”Daddy, please,” I moan softly.

Jay’s eyes widen at the nickname.

”What did you just call me?” Jay asks, a smirking being planted over his face.

”I-uh...so I-“

”Baby, I’ll give you whatever you want if you keep calling me that,” Jay says, crawling towards me.

”Daddy?” I ask shyly.

”What do you want, princess?” Jay asks.

”You. I want you,” I say softly.

Jay laughs evilly once again and down on his back.

”Come on, princess. Daddy wants you to ride him,” Jay says, teasing me.

I crawl over to the top of the bed where he lies and straddle both sides of him. I grab a condom from my nightstand next to the bed and put it on his member, then I line his member up to my heat and sink down on it. We both moan in unison as the sensation of each other’s warmth envelopes us.

”God, you’re so tight,” Jay groans.

”Is that a good thing?” I ask.

”Hell yeah it is, baby,” Jay says.

We both laugh nervously in unison.

”Crazy how you act all high and mighty while I sit on top of you, huh?” I comment.

”You don’t think I can fuck you from here?” Jay challenges.

I gulp at his challenge and he smirks.

I feel him quickly thrust into me, making me gasp from the surprise.

He starts at a slow pace like I asked him to but every thrust is quick and deep. Something I never knew I could feel while having sex. He continues this pattern and my hands grip his chest tightly as my head rolls back.His hands go to my ass and he grips it tightly, slamming me down on his member with every thrust.

“Like you said, slow and deep,” Jay says cheekily.

He then slaps my ass hard and I moan loudly from the contact.

”Oh, you like that too? When I slap that fine ass of yours?” Jay asks cheekily.

He slaps my ass again.

”Fuck yes, daddy,” I moan.

Jay slaps my ass harder.

”Watch your fucking mouth, princess, before I face fuck you again,” Jay warns.

I nod and Jay speeds up his pace. I can feel every vein from Jay’s member on the walls of my heat, my heat aches from the thickness of his length.

”It’s too big,” I say.

”Then how’s it all inside of you?” Jay asks with a smirk.

I look down and see that his entire length in deep within my heat and my jaw drops.

”Oh my god,” I say, rolling my head back.

”I knew you could take me on. I just needed to motivate you a little bit,” Jay says.

He starts to bounce me up and down quicker on his length., gripping onto my ass.

”Yes! Oh my god that feels so good,” I moan.

”You like me deep in that heat, huh? You think I can go a little faster?” Jay asks.

I nod quickly in response.

”Then get up, princess,” Jay orders.

I get off of him and lay down on my stomach. Jay grabs me by my thighs and pulls me towards him. He slaps my ass roughly again.

”I’m gonna fuck that good spot so hard, princess and your gonna beg Daddy to let you come,” He growls in my ear as he pulls my hair towards him.

I feel his member slip into me again but it feel so much better this time.

”Oh god,” I moan as I grip the sheets beneath me.

He starts to fuck me in a quicker pace then before, his member reaching deeper parts than before.

”You like the way Daddy fucks you, huh?” Jay asks as I moan with every thrust.

”Yes, daddy,” I moan.

”Good girl. You’re being so good to daddy after being a little brat, huh? And a little tease too. But your punishment, baby? Oh, that punishment is coming right up, baby,” Jay says passionately.

My eyes roll back and my back arches further as he quickly pumps his length into me.

”Yes, daddy! Please,” I moan.

”Please what?” Jay asks.

”Fuck me harder!” I beg.

Jay speeds his pace up even more and grip the sheets so hard that I can feel my nails digging into the bed.

“I’m gonna come so hard, daddy,” I moan.

Jay stops fucking me and I groan.

”No, you’re not. I’m gonna keep fucking you and your gonna have to hold that come inside you for daddy. I wanna lick up all that precious come from that heat of yours,” Jay growls.

He thrusts into me once again at the same pace as before and I can already feel myself twitching around him.

I can’t do this. And he knows that.

”Fucking god, clench around me, baby,” Jay says.

I clench my heat around his member and my sensitivity spikes up rapidly.

”God fuck! Daddy, please let me come,” I growl.

”You wanna come? Just hold on a little longer,” Jay orders.

I groan in response, gripping the sheets.

”Get up right fucking now,” Jay says, pulling out of me.

“Get on your knees, baby. I wanna come on that pretty little face of yours and in that dirty mouth,” Jay groans.

I get up and sit at the end of the bed. Jay pulls off the condom and strokes his member rapidly. I watch his facial expressions change as draws near his climax. His white milk shoots out of his tip onto my tongue as I open my mouth, it’s sweet and salty taste coating my tastebuds. It continues pouring out of him as he strokes it.

“God damn it, babe. I’ve never seen this much come in my whole life,” Jay chuckles.

I grind my hips a little bit to satisfy my sensitivity.

”Stick your tongue out for me, princess. I wanna see all of my come in that dirty mouth,” Jay orders.

I stick out my tongue and taste all of his come.

”God fuck, you look so pretty with my milk in your mouth, baby,” Jay comments, caressing my cheeks with his hand. I stare up at him as I swallow his milk down my throat.

“Fuck. That’s hot as hell,” Jay laughs.

”It’s not my first time swallowing come,” I comment.

”I know. I’ve never seen a virgin girl give any blowjobs like you do,” Jay jokes, patting my head.

”You know, you still haven’t let me finish,” I mention.

Jay raises a brows and smirks.

”Then get up and I will,” Jay says.

I stand up and he places me on the bed again. He dips down into my head again, licking and sucking on my now sensitive bud.

”Ah fuck, Jay. I’m so sensitive,” I moan.

”You taste like heaven too,” Jay says, looking up at me.

He moves his head from side to side, digging his tongue deeper into my bud. I pull his hair to bring his head closer to me and he doesn’t fight it. Suddenly, I feel this wave of pleasure wash over me as I come on his tongue. He keeps licking past my climax, swallowing all the come pouring out of me. When he’s finished he comes up to kiss my lips sweetly, my slick covering his lips.

“God, you’re so good at that,” I giggle.

”Looks like you’ve got a good boyfriend to please you, huh?” Jay jokes.

”Shut up,” I say, pushing him off of me. He lays beside me and I cuddle against his chest.

”Hey, Adri?” Jay calls.

”Yes, Jay?” I respond.

”Get some rest, I’ll wake you up in the morning,” Jay says. He kisses my forehead and plays with my hair until I fall asleep.

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leoncillo · 7 years ago

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Okay, so idk if this is gonna turn into a theory or not I just need to...process things.

Why was Steven able to access Pink's memories?

When I think of the similarities between Steven's other emotional/spiritual reactions to gems, they all had one thing in common: the gems were feeling deep rooted negative emotion. When Lapis was still trapped under the sea with Jasper and fighting with herself and her purpose in the chaos, Steven found her through dreaming. When Steven started crying Blue's tears, Blue was shown to still be mourning. Then, in Jungle Moon, we see that was the exact planet and area Pink Diamond had her breakdown. Surprisingly..well not really, Steven has been able to soothe or eventually get the gems out of their moods. Lapis was freed, Blue finally got her trial, but what about Pink? Steven even helped the Cluster calm down!

Pink Diamond is defective.

She's significantly smaller than the other diamonds. While I was disappointed that she didn't look like what most of the fandom pictured, her characterization makes sense. As the youngest myself, I know what it's like to not feel equal to a sibling. People always say "Oh, someday it'll happen." "You're not ready yet." Yeah she's a brat, but she has reason to be. Gems are born with a purpose. All gems even diamonds. So imagine when you're supposed to be one of the most powerful beings known to your kind and you're born, in the eyes of others, as being less than so. Pink Diamond was supposed to have what they had because that's what she was born for, she knew this, and Homeworld never liked to deviate from roles you were supposed to be. Yet, they did so to her. Her mural making her look a lot stronger and mightier than she was was more than likely for propaganda purposes. So lesser gems didn't know a diamond could be born defective. That a diamond could be imperfect.

Pink and her gems obviously represent the "heart" of the gem civilization.

Gems created under Pink Diamond are fiery, strong, stubborn, and will fight for what they believe in. Noticeably more free...whether they used that freedom for good or bad varied. Think of the quartz soldiers at the Zoo, they acted more like a family than a military unit. Rose and all of her dates with Greg and making Steven, the flowers, strawberry fields, etc. Whereas gems created under the other diamonds seemed to be more accepting that they were just numbers to their diamonds. They were weak willed and did what they were told. Pink Diamond had power. Not through sheer force or size, but her heart. If Jasper, the most famous war hero known to gemkind on Homeworld (?), is any indication, then Pink Diamond's army was a real threat. Not just to organic life on potential colonies, but to the other armies of her sisters.

Do I think one of the diamonds killed her?

Not necessarily. I wouldn't put it past them to have had plans to take her down a notch. They definitely knew what power her gems held since Yellow took Jasper for herself and all the other Rose Quartz were bubbled as a precaution. I don't think they wanted to kill her, though.

Could she have shattered herself?

This theory is what's currently winning in my mind right now. For one, Pink shattered an image of herself in a window. When does the Crewniverse ever do something like that without meaning? Never. Although, the mere fact that her image shattered could've been just general foreshadowing to her downfall, but considering PD did it herself, I'm going with it being herself as the culprit. Also, only a diamond can damage a diamond. So if none of her sisters did, then she's the only other option. How the whole scenario could've went down for their to have been "witnesses" to see her get shattered with a sword, I don't know. Tbh, it doesn't add up at all at this point. So either someone is lying or forgot some very important details.

Why would Pink Diamond want to die?

We've all been there before. We've all idolized something or someone based simply on what we saw on the outside. Only for it to turn out to be a horrible job, title, etc. Take adulthood, for example. When you were a kid, you probably wanted to grow up really quickly. You wanted to get to stay out late, shave, date, drive, what have you. You never considered what else comes with growing up. Tons of emotion and heartbreak, bills, losses, TAXES (jk but not), money to pay for gas to drive that car. I could go on. While I wasn't exactly a perfectly happy child, adulthood still hit me like truck...especially when I tried to enter it too quickly.

Pink was the baby sister. She didn't have a single colony, planet, army,...pearl?... anything. Honestly, did any of the other lesser gems even see her outside of murals until she got a court and entourage? Probably not. So what you have here are all the things to entice someone to want to grow up too quickly. Not treat them as an equal (sometimes you can't in human standards with age, but in gem standards your role was supposed to be absolute), isolate them, and tell them "someday" and "because I said so".

So one or all of the other sisters probably relented and got her a tiny little planet to look after. For all we know, she probably got some fancy limb enhancers to make her a little taller like she's putting on her sister's heels. She got a palaquin and apparently a pearl and entourage. Although something still seems off about that...Did they even give her guards? They should've and you would think they would've, but did they?

Anyway, after a few centuries/millennia on Earth, Pink probably became disenchanted with the whole idea of being a diamond and ruler. She didn't think it'd be that much work or she just wasn't agreeing with Homeworld's mentality. Something happened. Maybe she came to love the planet and the organic life, love her gems as more than just servants (who we've yet to hear say anything bad about her and Big Bad Jasper seemed genuinely distraught just thinking of her). Maybe she didn't want her gems caught up in Homeworld crap and thought they deserved better and deserved to be whatever they wanted to be. However, her colony was creating the best soldiers, you think her sisters would just let her stop?

So maybe Pink decided to secretly fight back and became close with Rose who shared her same views of the world. Correct me if I'm wrong, but Rose was already labeled a criminal before Pink was shattered. Maybe she sent Rose to "rebel" and disrupt gem activity on Earth to not only stop Homeworld from draining Earth but to take a stand. This could've backfired in her face when her sisters truly believed she didn't have a grip on the situation and sent their soldiers to correct the issue.

Pink seeing she effed up and just put her gems and world in danger, probably freaked out. There was probably bickering amongst them Y: "This is why we didn't give you a colony!" B: "You weren't ready!" P: "I don't want to do this anymore! It's wrong!" Her sisters probably wanted to wipe Earth off the map or at least start over with someone else at the helm, but Pink wouldn't risk it. She loved her first and only colony. It was small, but it was hers. She found her OWN place and purpose.

Idk what events would lead up to her shattering herself (and I'm pretty sure her shards are bubbled somewhere ready to be healed). But maybe she did set up a clever scheme to make it look like one of her own did it. The sisters would hesitate if gems from Earth could take out one of their own and back off. Or maybe it wasn't a scheme and she was found on the verge of doing it herself and the gem that found her couldn't stop her in time. She wanted the responsibility not knowing what all it entailed, what all she would feel, the pressure (did I just make a gem joke?), what all she would wanna fight for. She just wanted to be important like them for so long and when she finally found herself but wasn't accepted for it...she couldn't take it anymore.

#steven universe #su #su theories #pink diamond #why do these always turn out so long?#im sorry its so long #cant read more on mobile

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