#imagine using the wrong word in the title holy fuck

[biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer]

Could I ask for a Crowe x f!reader who's always giggling at random stuff? I crave more content of him 💔

Risibility (Crowe x Giggly! Fem. MC/Reader)

Thank you for the ask Anon! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it. ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

Signed by biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer

Risibility: the ability or inclination to laugh; the tendency to laugh often and easily.

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You are often described as jovial. Witty. Comedic.

That’s part of the reason Crowe started getting attached so fast.

When you first arrived at the school, Crowe deemed you as simply a very aggressively positive person, until he hung out with you more.

He honestly didn’t know what to make of the constant giggle fits you had, just seeing a random child fall over was enough to send you.

(Albeit that was pretty funny, he had to admit, although he’d feel too bad to admit it).

Sometimes he’d ponder whether you were laughing at him, or trying to not make fun of him. 

When he asked you about it, all you did was nervously chuckle and shortly explain your ‘Laughinson’s’™️ to him.

You felt really bad after that, but he honestly found your constant giggling endearing.

He realised after a while he disliked the sight of you trying to stifle a smile or restrain yourself from laughing.

One of his friendship goals was to make you comfortable with almost asphyxiating from laughter with him. Your laughter was contagious.

It sounded lively, joyful, hopeful. He felt at ease whenever you were around. 

There are times, however, where you giggle slightly too intensely, like the time a pigeon smacked into the window during Art History. You were laughing so hard you were starting to get concerned for your lungs, (he was honestly praying you wouldn’t die); hell, you were losing pallor and gasping for air 20 minutes after it happened! Your teacher and class started seeing you as both deranged and 'unique'.

Also, weirdly enough (is it really), even someone insulting you made you laugh (although he thinks it’s because it’s your main coping mechani-) to which he’d politely tell them to fuck off leave you be.

Crowe one day decided that even if you were stupidly a smidge coo-coo; he still lov- really liked you. If you start giggling, especially in class, he would research ways to try and help you calm down. 

Then you try them. 

Then they don’t work. 

Then you try again, because Crowe, as he says: “I don’t care how long it may take, I can wait until death if it means you can do something that works for you”.

You also laugh when you’re stressed, as Crowe found out when you asked him for study notes the day before a massive literature exam. (He gave them to you dw, he even tutored you because he adores likes you so much).

Essentially you’re the ‘Chaotic Small x Chill Tall’ trope.

As the years go by, and he loses touch with you (not really but he gets busier you know), he starts to miss the constant background noise of you chuckling about something you did 2 hours ago.

Now, whenever he sees you, he relishes in the glorious sight of your smile, the ethereal glint in your eyes when you recall something you did, or your day.

You laughing or not, he’ll never get sick of seeing you grin.

So he decides to make it his mission to get a smile out of you every single day. No matter what.

—---------------------------------------------------------------------------- A/N: Laughinsons is now owned by me idc.

[ellecdc]

He Shoots & He Scores

hockey player!James Potter x team medic!reader who finds a diagnosis for James [1.9k words]

a/n: a little imagining from a while back with the queen of au's @maladaptiveescapism [who's going to be abandoning (kidding/affectionate) me soon to write her own fics 😭😭]

CW: fem!reader, swearing/cursing, James worried about making work weird for everyone, Remus being a little shit

James rapped his knuckles twice against the door to your office before gently pushing the door open, his smile faltering when he spotted Remus leaning his hip against your desk as he looked over a file in one hand as he took a bite from an apple held in his other. 

“This is getting embarrassing, Potts.” Remus offered with a snort as uncrossed his ankles and stood up straight. 

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.” James offered as primly as he could manage as he peered back down the hallway he just entered from in hopes of spotting you. 

“No?” Remus taunted. “Something I can help you with then? Or do you need to see the doctor?”

“Fuck off.” James let out, halfway between a laugh and a moan as he shoved at Remus’ arm playfully. 

“Why don’t you just tell her you have a crush on her and get it over with?” Remus asked as he returned to perch on the desk and mirrored James’ posture as they both waited for you to return - though Remus was gracious enough not to comment (a second time) on the fact that he knew James to be doing just that. 

“Because she’s my doctor.”

“She’s the team’s doctor.” Remus corrected as he took another bite of his apple. “And I believe her proper title is medic if you wanted to get into the nitty gritty.” 

“But isn’t that weird? To be crushing on your team medic?”

“Oh it absolutely is.” Remus agreed readily, causing James to groan miserably. 

“I don’t want to make her uncomfortable.” He muttered. 

“Well all this pining and finding bad excuses to spend time with her is making me uncomfortable. Ever think about that?”

“I swear to fucking god, Lupin, nothing works around here except for us.” They heard you mutter before either of them could continue in their conversation; James standing quickly at attention and Remus snorting at his expense. 

“Oh shit, sorry captain.” You offered James with a smirk that was equal parts teasing and bashful as you looked up at him briefly from the tablet in your hands. “I know you players aren’t used to hearing such profanity.” 

James let out a quick bark of nervous laughter that startled even himself before turning to look at Remus with an expression that he hoped screamed ‘holy fucking shit help me’.

“Please,” Remus cut in, answering James’ prayers, “did you hear that string Black came up with last game?” 

You snorted as you tapped a few more times at the iPad that was apparently causing you issues. “What was it again? Uhm, ‘son of a fucking cocksucking bitch ass hoe bag’?” 

“I want that written on my headstone.” Remus responded solemnly as he binned the core of his apple, earning him a hum of acknowledgement from you. 

“Alright, Potter?” You asked with your face still pointed at the tablet. 

“Hm?” He asked dumbly, gaining your gaze as you looked up at him with an arched eyebrow. 

“Are you alright? Or did you need something?”

“Oh! I- Uhm, actually yeah no I needed to see you about something.” He offered awkwardly, and you finally seemed to lose all interest in the faulty tablet in your hands. 

“Why? What’s wrong? Is everything alright?” You rapid-fired, (beautiful) eyes darting over his form as you scoured his frame for any signs of ailment or injury. 

“Oh, well, no I mean, I mean I’m fine, but-”

“You’re fine?” 

“Not fine, fine, but like, not… bad?” 

Remus actually looked pained on James' behalf - pained and also a little smug, and perhaps there was a side of mischief there in his amber eyes too. “Bad enough to see the doc, though.” He offered with faux sympathy; his lip jutting out in a theatric pout. 

James tried to scowl at him when he felt a gentle, cold finger dig into the flesh beneath his jaw bone. You used your thumb to tilt his face towards you and James felt like the air was being forced from his lungs as he now had you standing so close to him, brows furrowed in concern as you scanned his face. James sort of wanted to smooth out the divot between your brows with the pad of his thumb and kiss the displeased downturn of your lips with his own - but he refrained, because that would be weird. 

“Did you hit your head during practice?” You asked seriously, startling when Remus let out an uncharacteristic bark of laughter from behind you. 

He tried to play off his laugh as a cough when you turned to give him an incredulous look, but he continued staring at James with mirth in his eyes as you turned your attention back to James. 

“I’ll leave him in your very capable hands, doc.” 

“Lupin!” James hissed as Remus backed out of the office. 

“Sorry Potts! I’m just a PT!” He called back from further down the hall, and James hoped to the hockey gods you couldn’t hear his snickering as you held your finger up in front of James. 

“Look here, Potter.” 

James allowed himself the pleasure of staring uninhibitedly into your eyes as he leaned back against your desk so that the two of you were closer in height; your finger still tracking his pulse and his jaw still trapped in your grasp. 

“My finger, Potter.” You corrected with the hint of an upturn in your lips as you wiggled the finger he was supposed to be tracking to prove to you he didn’t have a concussion. 

“Sorry doc,” he started as he followed instructions, feeling emboldened by the humour in your eyes, “the view was just too good, I couldn’t help myself.” 

You bit your bottom lip as you smiled and shook your head at him fondly, though you continued watching his eyes as he watched your finger. “You’re such a flirt. I’m gonna flash a light.” You warned as your finger disappeared along with the rest of your hand into your team scrubs pocket and pulled out a small flashlight before shining it in his eyes. James’ gaze remained steadfast on you.  

“Alright. I didn’t think I saw you hit your head, and you’re showing no physical signs of a concussion, so what the hell are you doing in my office?” You declared with a breath - whether it was a tired sigh or a breath of relief, James didn’t know - as you moved to the other side of your desk and took a seat. 

There were two perfectly fine seats on the other side of your desk, but space wasn’t what James was after when he went in search of you, so he followed you around to your side of the desk and perched himself on the edge so that he was facing you instead. “I’m not allowed to come chat with the team medic?” 

You raised an eyebrow at him but didn’t deign to answer; you had one leg crossed over the other and you used the foot still on the ground to swivel your desk chair back and forth as you continued to stare at him sceptically. 

“Do I look good out there?” James asked quietly then - just for something to say, just to keep the conversation going. Hockey was safe, hockey was familiar; the two of you could talk about hockey, right? 

“Yes…” you started cautiously, still looking at him with one eyebrow raised. “But you know that. And Remus could’ve told you the same.” 

“He could have, but would Remus have told me the same?” James asked sceptically in return, earning him a snort of laughter from you. 

“No, he would have bullied you first. Would you like me to try again?”

“No,” James moaned, “that’s why I came to you.” 

“Why did you come to me?” You asked him again, quietly this time. Something about the way you were looking at him made him feel cut open and raw and vulnerable; you were suspicious, rightfully so, and so very much onto him. 

James shrugged and looked at the wall of books set up behind your desk - anatomy, kinesiology and sports medicine textbooks that you and Remus had collected over your educations and careers sitting on standby as resources should either of you need them. You never did though, James found. The two of you brilliant and confident, knowledgeable and assured enough to ask the other for feedback or input when you second guessed yourselves. You worked well together - you and Remus - James realised then. A team; much in the same way that the Lion’s were. He was lucky to have you on his team; they all were. 

“I like spending time with you.” James admitted then, still not looking over at you, though he couldn’t help but notice when you stopped swivelling back and forth in your chair. 

“So…you feigned a concussion in order to be alone with me?” You nearly whispered then, and all of James’ fears had come true. He’d made you uncomfortable, he’d freaked you out, pushed you away. You’d leave the team, or, or maybe you wouldn’t leave the team, but you’d certainly hand over James’ care to one of the leagues other medics.  

James screwed his eyes shut before turning to face you, ready to apologise and beg and vow to repent for his sins when he saw you with one hand covering your mouth and your eyes full of ill hidden humour. 

You were fucking with him. 

“I did not feign a concussion!” He barked back at you - though his voice was breathy with relief. “You assumed!”

You pulled your hand away from your mouth to display a wide smile as you pointed back at him in an accusatory manner. “You came in here acting like someone with a concussion!”

“I came in here acting like someone with a crush.” James both corrected and admitted; in for a penny, in for a pound and whatnot. 

You hummed in acknowledgement as you brought your hand back to your lips and continued swivelling in your chair. “My medical books never taught me to look for symptoms of a crush.” 

“Those are terrible textbooks then.” James added solemnly. “You should probably get your money back.” 

“Probably.” 

“They should take your licence away too.” He accused as he stood, and your mouth fell open in shock and offence. 

“James!” You chided, and James fought the urge to shiver at the way his given name sounded coming from your lips. 

“What kind of doctor doesn’t know how to diagnose a crush?” He scoffed. 

“Get the fuck out of my office.” You laughed, and James turned to wink at you and offer you a salute. 

“Doctors orders.” He said before slipping out of your office. 

He poked his head back in to see you still smiling towards the door like you’d been looking after him. 

“But... maybe I could message you later? You know…about that diagnosis?” 

You stopped swivelling in your chair as you smiled at him - more softly this time. “Sure, James.” 

James returned the smile and tapped twice on your doorframe. “Goodnight, doc.” 

“Night, cap.” You murmured in return, and James waited until he was outside in the team parking lot before pumping his fist and letting out celebratory holler. 

Unbeknownst to James, Remus started his own car only after James had gotten into his, shaking his head fondly and muttering something that sounded an awful lot like ‘fucking finally’ as he pulled away from the Lion’s arena.

[2knightt]

Hiiii! Can you do the outsiders gang with an s/o who models I feel like that would be interesting :)

↳but i’m into it, i’m into it.₊˚✧

➬ the gang x model!fem!reader

a/n;i love famous reader so much omfg. also, i love using chase atlantic lyrics for my titles. dont chase men, chase atlantic everyone.

Johnny Cade ;

believes that you are the most BEAUTIFUL person to walk the planet.

STRONGLY BELIEVES THAT.

probably thinks you’re too good for him.

PLEASE TELL HIM HE’S ENOUGH FOR YOU.

take him too your shoots and he will be blushing the whole time.

if you wear something that’s flattering to your body shape, he will explode right then and there.

“how do i look? should i fix my hair?”

“you look perfect.”

“you think?”

“…mhm.”

the gang seen you on a magazine cover and started freaking the fuck out.

“HOLY SHIT JOHNNY ISN’T THAT YOUR GIRLFRIEND?”

“WOAHHH!”

“jesus…does she have a sister?”

“guys please stop.”

cuts out your magazine covers/photo shoot pictures and keeps them in his jean jacket pocket.

not in a weird way, just in a way that when he’s sad and you aren’t around he can remind himself on how lucky he can really be.

Dallas Winston ;

oh my god he never shuts up about how he got the hottest model ever.

“yeah she’s pretty n all but, my girlfriends a model so.”

“that’s so cool that your chick is…like that! but mines a model, so, she’s just better.”

buys steals all your magazines/any photo shoot you do.

any guy thats talks about you in way dallas doesn’t like, gets knocked out.

“i’d hit that.”

“yeah?”

“yea—”

dead./j

no but he would pull all his strength in that punch.

the gang thought he kidnapped you because no way in hell a pretty girl like you would go after dallas winston.

“y/n, blink twice if you’re kidnapped.”

“raise your hand if you need help, dude.”

“guys, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

you’re legit, all he thinks about.

he’s so whipped for a model girlfriend, if you asked him to jump he’d ask how high.

genuinely believes you’re an angel, will NOT tell you that to your face though.

Ponyboy Curtis ;

he gets so nervous around you omfg.

his palms be sweating n shit, stuttering and everything.

“he-hey y/n.”

“oh, hey pony!”

uses his favourite photo shoot of yours as a book mark. i can feel it in me bones.

he giggles and kicks his feet when he looks at that bookmark btw

draws you?? i feel like that’s his favourite pass time.

IF HE HAS TO DESCRIBE A STORY IN ENGLISH HE WRITES ABOUT HOW HE MET YOU OMFG AND THE WAY HE’D DESCRIBE YOU IN THE ESSAY??/?!:;&

he’d be so sweet with his words when he talks about you. i cant i love him so much

the gang is lowkey jealous that the youngest one out of all of them pulled a model.

“hey, don’t you model?”

“yeah!”

“what.”

“how did ponyboy get a date with you?”

“…are you guys serious? am i that ugly to you guys?”

Sodapop Curtis ;

POWER COUPLE OH MY GOD I CAN’T.

you guys walking in the street together probably makes people pass out.

literally nobody was shocked that you guys started dating.

the prettiest girl for the prettiest boy, it was bound to happen, c’mon.

he probably got into modeling because of you.

OH MY GOD IMAGINE DOING A PHOTO SHOOT WITH HIM???

he asks for his favourite picture of you two from that shoot to be printed out larger for him so he can hang it in his room.

like dallas, he will punch a guy for you.

“she’s hot.”

“she has a boyfriend.”

“so?”

call 911 cause that guys gonna need it in a minute!

showed steve a picture of you before he introduced you to the gang.

“oh my god soda. why are you dating a literal model?”

“why not?”

“but what else did i expect, you get girls daily.”

Darry Curtis ;

honestly, he couldn’t care less about what you do for work.

if it brings in money, it brings in money.

but the gang sure as hell does!

“YO ISN’T THAT Y/N L/N?!”

“THE MODEL?”

“yeah? how do you guys know her?”

“HOW DO YOU KNOW HER?”

“she’s my girlfriend, soda. that’s why i brought her here.”

“WHAT??”

i’d be lying if i said darry didn’t carry around a head shot of you in his wallet.

he doesn’t brag, but when the chance to talk about you comes, he takes the chance.

“good for her. huh? oh—my girlfriend models. pretty popular.”

when he sees a magazine with you in it for sale, darry snatches it so fast.

compliments you after he seen it.

“i like your most recent shoot, the makeup suits you.”

“you think, darry?”

Steve Randle ;

rocked the whole world when you guys started dating.

DOESN’T SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT YOU.

“that’s so tuff soda, but y/n actually said—”

“nobody cares steve.”

“shut up and let me tell you what MY GIRLFRIEND said.”

STEVE HAS A PICTURE OF YOU TAPPED ON THE INSIDE OF THE TOP OF HIS TOOL BOX.

takes you on dates 24/7 just to show you off.

sometimes he lets go of your hand to see if anyone would flirt with you so he can punch them.

gang thought he held you hostage when you started dating ngl.

“you can do so much better, y/n.”

“dallas, shut the fuck up.”

“i’m just sayin’.”

“i will knock you out.”

Two-bit Matthews ;

HE’S SO WHIPPED FOR YOU IT’S DISGUSTING.

you have him giggling n shit.

his room is filled to the brim with photos of you.

not in a weird way, he just thinks you’re drop dead gorgeous.

tells you cheesy pickup lines, all the time.

“are you from Tennessee? cause you’re the only TEN I SEE! get it?”

would start a fan club for you if you asked nice enough.

introducing you to the gang was earth shattering for them.

“how??”

“what do you mean, ‘how?’”

“how did you pull her?”

“I PULLED HER WITH MY GOOD LOOKS AND CHARM, STEVE.”

“you’re so funny, two-bit.”

“like you falling flat on your fucking face yesterday?”

“YOU SAID YOU WOULDN’T TALK ABOUT THAT.”

may 24th, 2023. 11:30PM.

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@diorgirl444, @typereader 🧍‍♂️

[emberunderscore]

guys im going crazy with the edits over here (im sure this has been done with this song before but idc i wanted to)

also guys im going to include the rambling in the actual edit post this time because i actually cannot contain myself . (i went on and on for this one i had a lot of thoughts )

OK BIG ONE COOL ONE WHEN IT SAYS "I'm a worthless human being" there is an overlay during the word "worthless" of the prison scene and the word worthless is layed over sherbert's forehead, think of it like the word worthless and failure going hand in hand because icarus doesn't belive they are worth anything if they are not useful and they cannot be useful if theyre a failure which they wholeheartedly believe they are THATS IT THATS MY FAVORITE PART OF THIS EDIT (not really but shshshshs)

ok back to being in order

"I had left you" and "I forgave you" being right next to each other is SO PERFECT because that part is referencing the cave obviously and immediately after centross dies icarus is like 'get the fuck away from me why did you do that, holy shit you were gonna kill me' and then he tells them he can bring centross back and they immediately forgive him (and its not rlly great editing wise cause obviously theres not much contrast between the clips but the sacrifices we make are very small)

"I forgot you" this line is kinda hard to understand how ive coded it cause centross is on the screen so it kinda makes it seems like im saying they forgot centross but NO! they forgot about fable, they were so focused on bringing centross back that they completely lost sight of fable and his actions and how that hurt everyone around them

then the "said you loved me" I LOVE PUTTING VOICELINES IN EDITS CHAT. I LOVE IT SO MUCH AHHHH. i love when the words and they go together and theyre similar and i go crazy . im knawing at the bars of my enclosure

(i was going to put a voicline of fable's 'you will not survive' from cathedral of war in this part, but only chose not too cause it made the audio too chaotic but its still the clip from when he said that so just KNOW) i really love the "said you'd kill me" part. it just looks really cool to me, please appreciate my work thank you goodnight <3

THE WHOLE NEXT PART. THE BEAT DROP IF YOU WILL.

the text is all shaky, the way ive always imagined this part of the song in my brain is like full mental breakdown, hands pulling at hair hitting at your head . theres something inside of you and you want it OUT and you will hurt yourself to makes that happen . so thats kind of the vibe i wanted to portray, however . im not that skilled and capcut only has so many free text effects so . we make do. i also couldn't put that effect on all the text because for it to look right i couldn't use an 'in' animation for the text so having all of it just appear looked kind of weird so i had to comprimise a little

also the font is called "honest" which . if you know me i love putting subliminal messaging in my font usage when i can which i managed to do a couple times in this edit actually. the font is very jagged which fits for the idea of someone who's reaching their breaking point and all the rotation and bold and italics are all just thrown around there. making em all look interesting . for *flavour*

the other font that's got a cool title and this one i actually only picked because of the title and that's "innocent" its used in a lot of frames like "you possessed me", "you controlled me" and "or he'll hurt me" all times, the word 'me' uses the innocent font, because with the song it sounds like icarus is trying to remove any of the blame from themself, it was fable's fault because he manipulated me i didn't do anything wrong. so they see themself as 'innocent' which is also why that text is yellow cause its about icarus. i wouldn't have used that font if not for the title icl. but it also makes the times when that font isn't used all the more interesting, this can be seen most notably in "said you'd kill me", and both of the times in the "he's still speaking, speaking for me" parts , and i will let you cook on that cause not everything needs to be explained in great detail as much as id like to do that

most of the fonts at this one were just me throwing shit at a wall and seeing what fit the vibe ill be so fr, i knew i wanted a lot of variation cause its a chaotic sounding song and the colours also have very little thought when it comes to the difference between white/yellow/red for the most part . green is for fable and purple is just whatever the fuck i felt like .

final thing i'm going to say when it goes "i'm a [worthless human being" there is no text on that part and i just want it to be known on the record that it wasn't an accident and it was an aethetic choice and i can't come up with a bullshit important reason for why there's no text on the screen for that SINGLE PART and honestly it just looked so shit with text there but it also looks so out of place with it being the only part but im sure many of you didn't even notice there wasnt text there before i pointed it out so . i can also point out all the slightly off timings for you if you wanna see my creation through my critical self-loathing eyes /silly

[three-dee-ess]

going on a deepdive into 3DS/DS purikura games

I saw this image on a tumblr post and I wanted to look for the original source (so I could properly credit the person and to find out what game it was):

I couldn't find the original, however, I did find this yahoo ask asking what game it was.

The person answering seemed to think it was a hello kitty game, likely because of the hello kitty sticker used to cover the face of the person taking the selfie, but it's clearly one that was added after the photo of the DS was taken, it's not a sticker that exists within that software.

As you can see here, it seems to be a piece of hello kitty fanart- it's not official art, and therefore not featured in the game. This helps with my search a bit.

Also, I believe this is a 3DS title, not a DSI/DS one like the person above suggested- the "select" button in the home menu is the same as the o3DSXL's. This suggests this game was published BEFORE the n3DS series was released.

I remembered playing a game in the past called "Sanrio Picross" that had some purikura elements, however, that game doesn't allow you to edit photographs, and upon looking at them side by side, the UI is completely different.

I googled "3DS purikura game" (purikura being the Japanese word for photo booth) and the only result was "Sparkle Snapshots." From what I could see, the 3DS title didn't have UI that matched either. I decided to look up the DSI game as a last ditch effort into this line of thinking and I didn't find anything.

I did find a screenshot of the title screen on khinsider VGM and the title song goes HARD.

It doesn't seem like this is a purikura game, (or at least not solely), so my research must continue. The next thing I looked into was the UI. I know some Japanese, not very much, but enough to read some basic katakana.

Under the X button it says "Zoom." The L button seems to say "Erase Button."

And it seems that R and A also say "Erase Button." Start obviously says "Menu" It seems like this is a very basic game.

For the bottom screen, it was taken at an angle and it contains some Kanji, so I put it through some photo editing to make it easier to read.

Typing that into google translate I got "Saved! Do you continue doodle?" (and then obviously yes/no)

The phrasing of doodle is interesting. This implies it could be an art program, like the yahoo commenter suggested earlier.

Searching up 3DS art programs doesn't really help me, and coloring games doesn't work either...

My last resort is to go through every 3DS game released in japan, (since we already have a copy of every game ever released for the 3DS online...) However, before I do that, I'm going to look for this image some more.

I found it running rampant on pinterest...

No one else seems to know what it is either LOL.

However, the version on pinterest is significantly higher quality!

Next step, finding more games. I simply need to try to find MORE games. Because I know what the UI looks like, it shouldn't be too hard.

I'll run this search again and just scroll till I see a new lead...

Oh, that was quick!

I found a series called "minna no" which seems to be similar to the "imagine" series in the US- just kind of children's shovelware that never got translated to english.

I ran a search for みんなの (Minna no) on google and...

Huh that sounds familiar... oh my god.

OH MY GOD.

It'S THE SAME FUCKING GAME THE GUY FROM EARLIER WAS TALKING ABOUT. The one I dismissed entirely because it was a DSi title and the game's UI wasn't DSi? It was a 3DS title.

The best part about all of this... the best part about all of this... the UI doesn't even match at all. I went full circle and just accidentally proved this guy completely wrong.

I checked the rest of the minna no games, and yup, no dice. It's some other title.

Next up, I looked at Girls RPG Cinderella Life, mostly because it kept coming up over and over during my research- and holy shit their website is adorable.

Their website is an accessibility nightmare, but it's absolutely adorable. If you are into web design at all, I'd recommend checking it out.

super cute!! looking through the website only proves to me though that this is not the game we are looking for though, so let's move on.

Okay okay okay, how about... JS GIRL: Doki Doki Model Challenge?

Found some information about it.... oh shit there's a camera function?

Dammit... Doesn't look anything like the image.

WAIT WAIT WAIT. A photo decoration option??????

While trying to find more images I found out the game was in this pretty holographic packaging. God I'm jealous. More games should do this.

Either way I can't seem to find any images on this, so it's going on the list of possible candidates. And While looking up this game, I found more under the same artstyle that also might be culprits.

While trying to find more information, I realized how many of these games there are. And also how many of them I have played in the past, lol.

I've been a big fan of Style Savvy (AKA Girls Mode) and I've tried out Girls Fashion Shoot, which was an english translation from a different game series about becoming a model.

Yet another knocked off the list!

By extension, the second game is also knocked off the list.

Another model game- this one called Neco*Petit Girls Runway. Another dud, but also very cute.

Pretty Rhythm series seemed to have a camera function but it didn't line up with the UI shown in the screen either.

If anyone has any more ideas or lists of games, please tell me below! I need to take a break from researching this, and I'll need to play some of that JS model game from earlier, since I doubt anyone has used the photo function during a youtube Let's Play, but based on the UI, I sincerely doubt that it's the one we are looking for.

[snootlestheangel]

I’m on break so I’m throwing this in your inbox really quickly!

I live a good zombie apocalypse au. Can never go wrong with those.

That title! Holy shit that’s such a cool title! Death Doesn’t Want Me! You always have such fun titles!

I love the idea of scary ass Ghost being the only military in this group of civilians. As if he needed more of a reason to stand out.

Then you add in that a lot of the group is Soap’s family! Aaaaaahhhhh! I fucking love that!

The angst! Ghost seeing Soap in different aspects of his family. And the kids! Him wondering if the others are okay. If Soap is doing alright.

The assholes disagreeing with Ghost and Soap’s siblings + partners instantly backing him up. Not just because Ghost is their best shot at staying alive. But also because he’s their Johnny’s friend. That makes him practically family!

Can you imagine one of the kids starts imitating Ghost?! And the kid has a Mohawk because they used to imitate Soap!

I really do love the title. "Death Doesn't Want Me" is such a badass title for a Zombie Apocalypse story

Oh god the mental image of a tiny MacTavish child imitating Ghost stop please

The actual siblings of Soap's that are in this group are his oldest siblings (his brother and one of his sisters.)

Oliver was an ER doctor and his wife, Eleanor, was head nurse. They have 4 kids: the eldest a 17 year old boy, then a 12 year old girl, and twin 8 year old boys.

Sarah and her husband have 2 kids: a 13 year old girl, and a 7 year old girl.

But here's my thought process for this story

Ghost doesn't want to group up with people now that the world is ending.

He's lost too many people, he doesn't want to get attached to anyone else.

Death doesn't want him, it seems like. Death has always skipped him over and taken those around him.

But Ghost who sees a group of civilians gathered around a bus with a smoking engine, clearly not able to work anymore. He can tell they're arguing, and at first he just wants to slip on by undetected.

But then he hears the sound of a Scottish woman asking if they could just stop arguing for one second and listen. He hears a British man telling her to shut up, definitely poking at her accent at the same time.

And then Ghost sees the kids. Mostly early teens/preteens but a couple younger ones as well.

And suddenly Ghost just can't walk by. Suddenly he's stepping in between two men as a fight almost breaks out. His presence alone is enough to force everyone into silence.

The Scottish woman takes the opportunity to speak her piece. Which is that heading in the direction the British guy wants to is dangerous and stupid. That there's a place in the opposite direction that hopefully still stands where they'll be safe. Where their children will be safe.

And if Ghost death glares the assholes into agreeing, then that's between them: he had his back to the MacTavish family for that.

And so he kind of lingers behind the group as they slowly make their way on foot. He still has all his military gear, his sniper rifle resting along his back for the most part. Everyone knows he's not to be trifled with, especially knowing he's the only one with a gun.

He obviously pieces it together: the Scottish family in the group is Soap's family, and it's part of the only reason he sticks around long after the assholes either go their separate way or die off to the undead hordes.

But Ghost just "haunts" the group. Never speaks (can't say force himself to find the words), just communicates in grunts and nods (can't look too long or else he'll get attached), and just does his job as their self appointed body guard.

He loves the way they share stories at night, whispered quietly. He loves hearing the way they talk about what they'll do when reunited with the rest of their family. When they're reunited with Johnny. He can't bring himself to get any closer though. He just can't lose them, if not for his sake but for Johnny's.

He hears them when they whisper quiet hopes of seeing everyone alive. And his heart breaks just a bit when Soap's big sister (Sarah) quietly tells her husband how she wishes Johnny's Simon is okay too, and that wherever they are, they're together.

It's the first time Ghost realizes Soap talks about him to his family. That despite having never once brought up the topic of meeting his family, John MacTavish still spoke so highly of him that he's practically already a part of the MacTavish family.

Sarah who has always been the closest to Soap. Sarah has always been his safe place to talk about his feelings and to go to when he's not feeling well. Sarah who wants so badly for her baby brother to experience what it's like to be happy with a partner. She worries so much about him.

All the meanwhile, Soap, Gaz, and Price are scouring the country trying to find Ghost and the rest of Soap's family. Soap is desperately trying not to lose hope every night they come up empty handed.

I have this image in my head of one moment where they encounter some bandits or some shit. Ghost indicates that he'll talk to them, which leaves everyone confused.

Next thing they know, they're running as a fight between Ghost and the bandits breaks out.

It's almost an hour later when Ghost finally makes it back to them. But there's clearly something wrong.

He stumbles in and says "I got stabbed" before sitting in a chair and showing the rather large knife sticking out of his side. Oliver thought he had seen it all, being an ER doctor, but this takes the cake. Ghost just has an incredible pain tolerance and he's just eerily calm about the whole thing.

Obviously this is when the mask gets taken off and against his own wishes, he gets closer to the family. Eventually it's revealed to them he's Johnny's Simon and blah blah blah

Obviously a happy reunion with Soap

Also this is what I imagine Ghost looks like in this

[bigmack2go]

(Ridiculous-)

-Things that i think the newsies would get cancelled for if it were modern era:

Crutchie

His name. He blew up in quarantine and only streamed gameplay and sat down. He only ever explained his name like,,, once or so and that was way back, the succes came slowly and so he never felt the need to explain it again. After a while some pointed out his name and i like,,, blew up! He was on the twitter trending page for a whole week! But he was only cancelled for a day or two(?) before he uploaded a video laughing tears. The mother fucker probably used it as clickbait on the preview banner pannel thingy (wtf are those called??) and in the title. I mena,,,, imagine!! “!SPEAKING UP about the recent ALLEGATIONS! (EMOTIONAL) (CW: CRYING)” and probably ant like “(real) (not fake!)(fuck clickbait)” or something. He would troll the shit out of social media for it

Ike

Probably like queerbaiting or some shit. Like he’ll go “holy shit, i’m so gay!” And people will go “I THOUGHT HE HAS A GF” and hotshot is just watching the whole thing, making fun of him for D A Y S while he’s cancled and she’s like “hOw dArE yOu bE bIsExUAl?!”

Hotshot

That exact thing i just said. Because she wasn’t including pan people, poly people and all the other sexuality’s when she was making that joke.

Race

Cheating. On Spot. (See also-> my spralbert fic) ofc he didn’t actually cheat but some people foubd and old clip of when he was still less known and didn’t know he would blow up like that and people pretend that poly people dont exist. He probably had a big thing and then he “cancelled them back” (his words not mine) or something like that.

Spot

For staying with Race even after he found out he “cheated”. People said he was only with Race for the money.

Albert

For being the person that Race “cheated” with

Jack

For saying “i wanna kiss you so bad right now” to a guy and apparently making fun of gay people with it. That shit was just like an hour or so tho at the highest.

Katherine

For her father lmao

York

Having a problematic mod. People say shit like he’s just ignoring that fact. But he legitimately just did not now. He wasn’t online for a solid two days and when he was it was to stream so he had to find out by chat, but he thought chat was joking and so one thing led to another and uh yeah. By the time hotshot called him asking why he was joking about that sort of stuff and he realised that it was true, the tag was already trending.

Romeo

Let’s be honest, the fucker prolly said something like “you’ find the right person eventually” or be like really penetrant like a Karen that refuses to acknowledge aro/ace people exist. But like for fun. Like,,, jokingly. This guy is literally aroace. It prolly went pretty much the same as for Crutchie.

Tommyboy

Cheating.(but like at a game) Come on lets be honest . This mf would have the whole dream sCaNdAl procedure and you know it. He acedentally cheated and then get death threats for it (which, just to be clear, even if dream had cheated is just— like,,, idek)

Myron

Tried to kill a pigeon once when he was like seven or something

Elmer

Being involved in a russian spying scandal or some shit. Dont even ask! The best prt is that this is the only one where the internet was being justified. Not only dod all the evidence ACTUALLY lead to him (and it wasn’t something little like cheating) butthe reason for that is that it was actually him. Now obv it wasn’t on purpose bla bla, someone put a wrong server adress or what-not idek but like,,,, it was fair for people to want to cancel him…

Buttons

Capitalism. He probably told someone they had to pay if they wanted him to make them a piece of cloth or whatever. (Obv this is exeragated. The internet is not actually that bad… mostly. And he probably did go about it a little worse and people probably didn’t actually cancel-cancel him as in like,, career threatening but yk. It was still a little ridiculous)

Davey

Defending church. He’s like “GUYS IM NOT EVEN A CHRISTIAN WTF!? Im just saying, let people believe what they wanna believe. unless that specific person uses their faith as an excuse to disrespect, discredit or discriminate you, they are not a bad person for their faith”

In case you’re wondering, this happened in the same context as-

-Jojo

Jojo told his coming-out-to-the-nuns story and how he wasn’t too scared (and some other stuff) and then people said that he was pretending the church never was problematic. (Ive never phrased a sentence to say less of what i meant than this one but im tired and i have the excuse that English isn’t my first language so gimme a break)

[madaboutmunson]

Tag Game for WIPs

Sorry, I posted this to the wrong place, and when I tried to post it elsewhere all hell broke loose! Let me try one more time 💚💚💚

Tagged by @2btheanswertothequestion 💚💚💚

RULES:

Post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post.

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in or just post.

WIPS:

Again 17

Steddie Big Bang (Obviously can't post any of this one, sorry!)

Born to Run (Creep 2)

It's a Kind of Magic

SNIPPET:

“Caught up? I’m in the lead,” Steve mutters, pouting his lips out so they almost brush Eddie’s, and his hooded eyes trail over his beautiful face. Fuck, you’re the luckiest and, at the same time, the most sorry-whipped guy in the universe, Steve Harrington. He finally makes eye contact with Eddie again, only to see his eyes roll.

“You are not in the lead, no matter how cute you are trying to be about it,” Eddie replies, unable to stop his eyes dropping to stare at Steve's mouth. Steve moves his arms further up the mattress so his hands dip into Eddie’s hair earning him an appreciative moan from his beau.

“I think you’re wrong about that,” he says quietly, “I’m in the lead. Nerdy shit, Metal, your hair, when I jump to your defence and when hold you just right. I’m miles ahead of you, Eddie. You’re still in the starting blocks,” Steve laughs gently as Eddie raises an eyebrow.

“Is that so? Hmmm,” Eddie teases. “Believe me when I say. I have many of your weaknesses tucked away, Sweetheart. I just don't use them all because it's not fair.”

“Not fair, how?” Steve says, confused, frowning and pouting a little at this revelation. Eddie leans up and kisses between his furrowed brows to relax them again.

“Holy hell, you’re cute. You know that?” Eddie sighs against Steve’s chest and blinks himself back into the subject at hand, “It's not fair because you don’t remember, and at the time, I really shouldn't have been logging these things. I should have just been being your friend. Can you forgive me for not wanting to be your everything?” Eddie presses his soft lips to the side of Steve’s neck, making him see stars. “Can you forgive me for building a toolkit of what I imagined were all the things I needed to make you fall in love with me, even though I knew it was impossible?”

No Pressure tag list: @portaltothevoid @panicatthediaz @spectrum-spectre @harmonictechnicality

[what-if-nct]

hiiii ok double reminder today because there's two whole songs to talk about lucky meeee

one: wayv!!! is back!!!! there is a new wayv song!!!!!!!! holy shit they're actually having a comeback!!!!!!!!! i love the song, i love how they managed to make the video look so glamorous even without the fifteen outfits and sets that I've come to expect from k pop mvs. but what's throwing me a bit is that the word "only" is a way of adding emphasis in indian english (side note: I've recently learned that india has the highest number of english speakers in the world, so it's surprising to me that indian english isn't more widely understood). like for example you could say "127 dream and wayv are all only nct only", where the "only" is just a way to emphasise the word nct. kinda like the word "just" in british/american english. so the title diamonds only makes me feel like I'm at a wedding and watching two aunties trying to one-up each other about their fancy jewelry and i find the idea of the wayv boys being at all involved in that scenario the funniest thing ever

two: Vernon released a solo song!! it's angsty and pop punk-y and he said he was inspired by Avril Lavigne and he's just so right for all of it. although my one critique is they beeped the fuck. let. idols. swear. please. i really like the song, but god imagine the absolute power of it if they let Vernon say fuck

Hiii! Yes! They've finally put out a song in fifty years and I love it. The video was very pleasing to my eyes. And that's cool I didn't know that, but it makes sense since I think correct me if I'm wrong India is one of the most populated countries? But oh my gosh I can specifically see Xiaojun and Ten in that kind of scenario. I watch a few Indian YouTubers and I recognize exactly what you're talking about. But I never really noticed it just understood it. I do that with a lot of English dialects and accents even if I'm not use to it I can understand it Like when Chan and Felix were talking about Aussie slang on the Zach Sang show. Even before they explained it I figured out what they meant.But I also watch a ton of Australian YouTubers.

And okay Vernon's song okay first of all for whatever reason Vernon is the only Seventeen member I keep up with and follow. I think I wasnt ready to commit to the full group but I adored Vernon predebut and stuck with him. Anyway watching Vernon's music video was the first time in my history as a kpop fan that I literally fangirled, screamed and almost cried. Like you don't even understand. Vernon brought me so much joy and took me back to middle school and love the song so much. He mastered that genuine pop punk sound and it spoke to me soul. And I agree let Vernon say the fuck word! Like i was literally squealing oh my gosh. And it would be Vernon of all people to do it. You have no idea how happy the song made me. I always isolate kpop from me like it's not exactly a genre I deemed that saved my life but pop punk post hardcore and metalcore are and I just never thought a genre that I like but never connected connected with would meld with the genre that means so much to me. Like to explain what different genres mean to me. It's post hardcore\metalcore\pop punk are who I am like that's me as a person. Country is my heart, pop is my bedroom, kpop is a wall in bedroom, and hip hop is my best friend's house I don't go there often but when I do its a vibe, fun and nothing but women. And Lana Del Rey and Taylor Swift are my best friend. They're their own genre of music. Anyway I love the song, I love Vernon. It does Lowkey have Lil Huddy vibes but I love lil Huddy so it's chill.

[violettarays]

I need to talk about the book The Silent Patient right now because I stayed up way too late reading the entire story and now i’m reveling in the ending (SPOILERS)

okay so the story starts with facts about the night that alicia murdered her husband- he was shot 5 times in the face point-blank while tied up with wire in a chair. the book is then split into a few sections, and each section begins with a diary entry from alicia depicting her mental state at certain dates. the chapters that come after those entries are from the perspective of a psychotherapist named theo, who in his first chapter states everyone who goes into mental health as a profession does so because they themselves are fucked up. we then get chapters about theo’s transfer to the Grove aka the place where alicia is housed post-trial (she was placed in a psych ward after being charged w the murder of her husband). the book is titled The Silent Patient because miss alicia hasn’t said a goddamn word since she was found with the gun at her feet and it’s been six years since then. theo thinks he can get her to talk (save her? fix her?) and does many unprofessional things in order to make her feel relaxed and trust him. between chapters of visiting her at the psych ward, we get snippets of his home life with his wife, kathy. slowly but surely throughout the chapters, we learn that she is having an affair. go figure, right? at first I was like okay this is boring I don’t care just tell me about alicia and why she did it, but I knew there was a reason for these chapters so I stuck with it, and boy fucking howdy am I glad I did. those somewhat inane, slightly boring passages became progressively more insane and unhinged as the story progresses, showing us that theo isn’t as stable as we thought he was at the beginning, and really showing us his true colors (everyone who goes into mental health is fucked up, right?) eventually alicia gives theo her diary, containing the passages we had been reading at the beginning of each section. he sees this as a major breakthrough and knows he can get alicia to talk if he fits in a few more pieces of her puzzle. eventually he manages to get her to reveal her story via TALKING (we did it woooo!!) but something isn’t right- alicia got the details of her murder wrong. she confessed, but she didn’t, really. up until this point, we had been getting hints of a man following alicia and making her paranoid. her husband tells her she’s just imagining things, but she knows what she saw. we also get chapters of theo following his wife kathy to see the man she’s cheating on him with. he follows this man back to his house and watches as the man kisses his wife. this is when the reader begins to click the puzzle pieces together. THE MAN WHO WAS WATCHING ALICIA SIX YEARS AGO WAS THEO!!! HE WAS THERE THE NIGHT OF THE MURDER! HE TIED UP THE HUSBAND AND ALICIA AND TOLD THE HUSBAND TO CHOOSE WHO DIED: HIMSELF OR ALICIA. HE CHOSE ALICIA. THEO DIDNT KILL HER, JUST UNTIED HER, BUT WHEN HE LEFT, ALICIA REALIZED HER HUSBAND DIDNT LOVE HER LIKE SHE THOUGHT HE DID AND SHE SHOT HIM!!!!!!! THEO WENT TO THE GROVE TO FIGURE OUT WHY SHE KILLED HER HUSBAND THAT NIGHT!!!!! AND WHEN SHE MESSED UP THE CONFESSION ON PURPOSE, THEO REALIZED SHE KNEW WHO HE WAS AND HE THEN MURDERED HER HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS BOOK IS SOOOOOOOOO GOOD AAAAAA

[farfromstrange]

COURRRRTTTT

Holy moly quacamoly.

Okay.

OKAY.

I have thoughts. This was fucking incredible and seeing this from Matt’s perspective was even more heartbreaking. You tore my heart out and now I’m bleeding. Thank you. THANK YOU. This is the kind of pain I thrive for. But I’m also crying.

You have this way with words that is so descriptive without using A LOT of words to describe something and it really makes you feel things. I don’t know if it makes sense, but you can feel so deeply for Matt (in this case) or for the Reader (if we look at the last installment).

I LOVE YOU AND YOUR WRITING I just can’t get over how perfect it is. Perfectly painful. I need 5-7 business days to recover.

But I caught some references. Okay. *pulls out notes*

He should've shown you the exact same tenacity he showed the villainous shadows lurking in the dark every night, instead of easily agreeing to set you free, numbly floating down from your apartment to the lively streets of Hell's Kitchen like a ghost, wandering aimlessly in the middle of the night in the pouring rain.

Okay, for one, this was fucking well written and it already made me cry first second I laid eyes on it. Like, the comparison you drew to underline that he didn’t fight hard enough for Reader and fought more as DD than he ever did to make you stay… wow.

“Pouring rain” made me think about Sparks Fly, but also because rain is literally Taylor’s thing and I love how much of a sad picture it paints.

The place where he proudly displayed the gleaming ruby you had graciously gifted him and entrusted with him.

Brb gonna cry 😭 the way you use red in all kinds of ways, it breaks me every time, especially to think Reader gave him her heart and now he doesn’t have it anymore…

Or was he a villain for giving you reason after reason to exile him in the first place?

It’s small words like “exile” that remind me of Taylor. And yes, Matt, you should have fought harder and you should not have given reasons to be exiled SUCH AN IDIOT

Miscommunication. Wrong choices. Unbalanced priorities. Endless excuses.

THERE WE HAVE THE TITLE EVERYBODY! I caught Question…? almost instantly, but the way you used the lyrics in here without using them word-for-word is just amazing. God, I love this. But also, ouch.

It was all so simple and delicate. He had failed to plan, and therefore planned to fail.

I spy some Delicate references, but also Mastermind. And once again I love how you used “simple and delicate” and display perfectly how Matt practically “broke it” like most of Taylor’s love songs were broken in Midnights. And that can happen so fast in relationships, but also especially with Matt and he didn’t put enough into it, so it was kind of to be expected, but he’s an idiot who doesn’t realize it– and that’s where the next line comes in with the failing to plan and planning to fail. That just describes him perfectly. (And these are Mastermind lyrics I CAUGHT THAT TOO) but it wasn’t very Mastermind of Matt to fuck things up. Sorry, Matt, baby, but…

he'd be able to hear you laughing at a joke that wasn't funny with some dickhead guy from three blocks away.

Once again, Question… lyrics spotted!

Also, comparing the way life feels like now to an isolated graveyard? That’s such a beautiful way to describe inner emptiness and I can only imagine Matt feeling like that because he still loves Reader, he just didn’t know how to fight properly because he never learned.

Let your sweet nothings melt away his self-deprecation. Burn in the red blaze of your passion once again.

So much Red because Red is associated with love, but red changes and love changes and red can easily be shattered. And the Sweet Nothing reference was instantly spotted too. Matt missed it ALL and you showed it perfectly.

The billboard across the street tinted his face a lively shade of orange, but inside he was painted in the loneliest and deepest midnight blue.

So basically, you were sunshine, showing him all kinds of colors he can’t see without you now, gave him sweet nothings and passion, your Ruby heart, but it turned Maroon – and he was Midnight Rain? Like midnight blue, not red because you’re not there anymore, so he’s just feeling blue now.

I don’t know, that’s how I interpreted anyway, and that kind of hurts even more.

Okay, gonna cry now.

(Also, this gives me “You’re Losing Me” vibes, especially from Reader’s side because Matt didn’t fight enough and he should have fought enough, and he lost Reader because of that. Okay BYE I need to stop)

track three: question...? (matt’s version)

all the love we unravel ☾ breathe deep, breathe out [coming 6/23]

He should’ve fought harder.

He should’ve shown you the exact same tenacity he showed the villainous shadows lurking in the dark every night, instead of easily agreeing to set you free, numbly floating down from your apartment to the lively streets of Hell’s Kitchen like a ghost, wandering aimlessly in the middle of the night in the pouring rain.

The pain in your voice resounded inside the cavern within his chest that you used to occupy. The place where he proudly displayed the gleaming ruby you had graciously gifted him and entrusted with him.

Now that pedestal was empty.

Too much.

You had told him it was too much.

Was he a hero for knowing that you were right, and granting your last request for the peace that he hadn’t been able to give you before? Or was he a villain for giving you reason after reason to exile him in the first place?

Everything was simultaneously too much and nothing at all without you. His apartment felt colder and emptier without the warmth of your presence and the sound of your soothing voice filling up his bare walls. He faded into the background amongst the courtroom murmur, the commitment to argue with anyone that wasn’t you no longer appealing. He found himself contemplating on rooftops instead of running across them chasing justice. 

What was he fighting for now? What was he protecting, if not you?

The raging storm that had swept you away from him seemed to trickle down into menial little droplets.

Miscommunication. Wrong choices. Unbalanced priorities. Endless excuses.

It was all so simple and delicate. He had failed to plan, and therefore planned to fail. 

All around him the city was alive and buzzing, the city that he swore an oath to in secret and loved. 

But it didn’t feel like home tonight. Not without you. Not with the knowledge that you weren’t his anymore, and eventually he’d be able to hear you laughing at a joke that wasn’t funny with some dickhead guy from three blocks away. 

He felt like he was gliding through an isolated graveyard. There were crowded rooms all around him, but the one pulse he wanted to feel, he couldn’t detect anymore.

He felt completely hollow and utterly despondent, raindrops of melancholia soaking him to the bone. All he wanted to do was touch you again. Warm his frozen hands over the fire of your spirit. Let your sweet nothings melt away his self-deprecation. Burn in the red blaze of your passion once again.

But he was left with the icy chill of your absence in his apartment. The dark grey vacancy of your citrus shampoo on his pillowcases. The shrill silence that would no longer be filled with the melody of your voice. The bitter taste of salt that had streamed down from his eyes and past his parted lips. 

The billboard across the street tinted his face a lively shade of orange, but inside he was painted in the loneliest and deepest midnight blue.

Why didn’t he put up more of a fight?

tags: @farfromstrange @yarrystyleeza @danzer8705

[mixedstyles]

anything alaya related plsss

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Harry and alaya!reader annoying each other via social media

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areyoulistening classes are starting back up so i thought i’d pull this from the one direction side of tumblr circa 2012. HELPFUL HINT: if he’s your lab partner, run :)

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fandomcentral AFVDFUNGD Y/N IS A FUCKING ICON

adoreuclub stop I remember reblogging this in my 1D tumblr days 😭🫣

harrystyles My lawyers will be contacting you shortly.

↳ areyoulistening JustHarryThings 🫶🏼

hrryfan I love that the first Harry photo she’s posted is a 2012 tumblr photo imagine

↳ areyoulistening gotta respect where i came from🫡

user007 Harry being y/n’s favorite 1D member: confirmed

↳ areyoulistening wrong. i was a niall girl🫣💀

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DailyStylesNews Harry via Instagram Stories August 27

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hsfan2001 Their friendship is keeping me alive

↳ areyoulistening it’s not going to keep him alive for much longer because i’m about to ki11 him 👿

↳ harrystyles JustY/NThings 🫶🏼 @.areyoulistening

↳ areyoulistening YOU CAN’T REUSE MY COMMENT @.harrystyles

↳ harrystyles What are you gonna do? Kill me??? @.areyoulistening

stylussy their interactions are so entertaining 😭😭

user01 Oh to have Harry Styles as a close friend 😔

↳ harrystyles She blocked me.

↳ user01 HAHAHAHAHA NOOOOO

↳ harrystyles Oh. She unblocked me. But I now have a strongly worded DM from her. @.user01

user007 harry is so active because of y/n. we truly love to see it

↳ fan03 he’s also being super interactive with us too??? like he just replied a couple times to someone’s comment

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areyoulistening welcome to my TEDtalk titled: “Bread Might Be Gold but This Look Certainly is Not”. today i’ll be discussing the evolution of male facial hair and what certain styles mean in relation to the times as well as giving tips on how to accurately pick the best style that suits you.

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hisgoldengirl Why do people hate his mustache 😫😫 I must know. He LoOkS So GoOd

fannlyfe Are they in some kind of prank war or???

↳ user11 Nah, I think this is just their friendship

↳ fanmade mhmmm their ✨friendship✨ @.user11

harrystyles Geez you really came for my throat with this one.

↳ areyoulistening Was it too harsh? I feel bad now

↳ harrystyles No, no, carry on. Just sleep with one eye open. @.areyoulistening

hrrysgrl fave pic of all time 😌

dumwitch Her fucking caption. Holy shit. HER CAPTIONS ARE LEGENDARY. The fact she tagged Ted talks too 😭😭😭

harryshq Harry I love you, but the mustache is not it

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harrystyles “Why’s the sun so bright?” she asks as she’s looking directly at it. The sun is bright but she’s not.

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liveloveharry Okay but like… I kind of get it

user_3 I want to know what prompted her to look up at the sun 🤔

↳ harrystyles Literally nothing. She’s just like that. It often worries me.

areyoulistening in my defense, i didn’t think that it would be that bright with the fabric over my eyes.

↳ harrystyles You mean, you didn’t think the SUN would be bright after you put a thin piece of white fabric over your eyes? Yeah I definitely see the logic there @.areyoulistening

↳ areyoulistening HEY NO NEED TO GET SNAPPY. ARE YOU STILL MAD OVER THE MUSTACHERRY POST? @.harrystyles

↳ harrystyles wtf is a mustacherry? And no I’m not mad over it smh. I just care about your overall health and general wellbeing. You staring at the sun negativity impacts said wellbeing. @.areyoulistening

↳ areyoulistening awww he cares 🫶🏼 @.harrystyles

↳ harrystyles Of fucking course I care. I want you to stay by my side. You can’t do so if you don’t take care of yourself smh @.areyoulistening

hsfan24 AHSFHEHA HARRY ADMITTING HE LIKES Y/N???!!!???

dailystylesnews So this week we’ve had: y/n and harry officially acknowledge they’re at least friends, us as a fan base once again having the mustacherry conversation, and harry ruining is ig aesthetic to post a photo of y/n… anything else?

↳ allthatmatters he also publicly admitted his feelings for her 🫢

I realized I forgot to tag everyone… days later.

tag list: @theekyliepage @tati813 @reveriehs @thomaslefteyebrow @mxltifxnd0m @gothmingguk @b-reads-things @noooovaaaaa @be-with-me-so-happily

(let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!)

[1kook]

skirt chasers — drabble iv

THIS IS A SKIRT CHASERS DRABBLE - FIND THE OTHERS HERE ! SUMMARY Jungkook was a man. A skirt chaser. He could only withstand so much torture before he broke, and seeing your gorgeous, smooth legs on display after so many weeks of starvation awoke an ancient being inside of him. WARNINGS JK POV!!!, attempted solo masturbation, k*ssing, jk’s extensive knowledge of pornos, grinding, cunnilingus, face sitting, spit kink, light choking, praise kink, self nipple play, a love for boobies, unprotected sex, use of the pull out method, i love u kink, its kinda hinted tht oc has a somnophilia kink? not rlly but tagging just in case -_- RATING m (18+) WC 6.3k this can't even classified as a drabble anymore wtf 

NOTES i have had this in my drafts since may 3. it is december 21. everyone point n laugh. anyway i very much love stimbo sc jk and i think he’s very cool so here’s a whopping 6k of the inner mechanisms of his big nerdy, college hottie brain <3

He doesn’t notice you’ve drifted off until he’s three solid paragraphs into his semester-long research paper. “Babe, can you toss me my charger it’s over…” 

 Jungkook swears he’s gonna take every single one of those stupid skirts and burn them to ashes. They had done their duty well, had given him the girlfriend of his dreams, but now they were just pushing their luck. What was once the epitome of a cute and sweet girlfriend, has now become the bane of Jungkook’s existence. He loathed them, he hated them, he could go twenty million decades without ever seeing them again because the torture they inflicted upon him was borderline inhumane. 

 Holy fuck, he knew you were gorgeous— hello, he was your boyfriend, thinking you were gorgeous was very high on the list of requirements you searched for in someone of his position —but he’s absolutely positive that you’re probably the sexiest woman he’s ever seen in all his twenty-two years. And Jungkook’s seen a lot of porn. Like, a lot. 

He can’t help himself. Before Jungkook knows it, he’s rolling his desk chair over to where you’re sprawled across his bed, skin so soft where it presses against his pillow, lips so plush, and he’s pretty sure there’s a tiny, tiny droplet of drool begging to escape from between your puckered lips. Normally, he’d tease you to hell and back for this, knows how flustered you become when he catches you off guard, but today he lets it slide in favor of focusing on something else about your dozing form. 

It’s the soft curve of your hips from where you lay on your side, smooth legs tucked close to you, and that goddamn pleated skirt giving you absolutely no protection from the eyes of the world around you. Luckily, he made sure to lock the door to his room when you came over today. And he’s almost positive Taehyung isn’t home anyway. So there’s no potential roommate to see you here, cuddled against Jungkook’s teddy bear, blue lace panties tucked between your folds. 

They were his favorite. 

Adorable and soft, and he knows that particular style— the cheeky kind —is your preferred style, because it’s the one he sees almost every time the two of you fuck. Seamless, because you hate when they tug against your skin, and baby blue simply because it was your favorite color. He can’t recall the last time they had been so exposed like this. 

God, how many times had this same situation occurred? You dropping by to encourage him to do his homework, before eventually falling asleep and leaving him to his own devices. A lot of times, Jungkook guesses, because each and every time you wake up and nab one of his protein bars from the stash by his bed. Jungkook’s gone through four boxes in the last month. 

But how many times had this happened with you in a skirt? Never. This was a rarity. 

As the year progressed and yours and Jungkook’s relationship reached new levels of intimacy and adoration, Jungkook is sad to say the skirts had begun appearing less and less. It was winter and, unlike the furnace that was Jungkook’s body, he’s pretty sure you were a cold-blooded reptilian at this point, always leeching off of him for warmth. So since you couldn’t stand the cold, the skirts slowly faded into the background, replaced by Jungkook’s second favorite: the leggings. 

He was no complainer, Jungkook respected your decisions! He wasn’t going to pressure you into wearing those cute tiny skirts he loved so much just because it fueled some PornHub-esque fantasy in his brain, especially not as a harsh winter descended upon you and the days became colder. He would not risk a sick girlfriend in the name of a horndog daydream. 

But holy mother of pearl, Jungkook was a man. A skirt chaser. He could only withstand so much torture before he broke, and seeing your gorgeous, smooth legs on display after so many weeks of starvation awoke an ancient being inside of him. 

Sure he’d seen them every time you guys fucked— duh. But this was not the same. It was different, seeing the tender skin of your inner thigh when he knew you weren’t trying to, your skirt stuck between you and the bed as you shifted about. It was different, knowing he could so easily have you, just flip up the skirt and tug your underwear to the side, not having to worry about fighting your leggings or skinny jeans down your legs. It was different and it was good, so painstakingly good, to have you in the skirt, but the worst part was Jungkook couldn’t even do anything because you were fucking sleeping. 

He’d subconsciously pictured you like this for weeks, sprawled out on his sheets in the flimsiest clothing and ready for him to just slide right in, but Jungkook was a good boy—you’d told him as much just last week when he’d paid the bus fare for that ragtag group of teenagers, smiling up at him like he was your entire world. Was he sometimes a little too mean, a little too wild? Yes. But at his core, Jungkook lived for your praise. He couldn’t just stomp on that title you’d so lovingly bestowed upon him, a title he’d worked hard for since! 

Furthermore, even if Jungkook wasn’t a good boy, to touch you in your sleep just seemed wrong. You’d mentioned in passing once that you wouldn’t mind as long as it was him (“I’m yours,” you had purred at some party, hand crawling down his abdomen, “your doll, remember?”), but Jungkook couldn’t bring himself to when you were so vulnerable and just… not there. It wouldn’t feel right to use your body when you weren’t awake, and no amount of encouragement from you would change his mind. 

So he does what all good boys do and prepares himself for a quick, self-administered handfuck. 

Sue him, his girlfriend was hot!

It’d been a little over two weeks since the last time the two of you had fucked, and it was mostly his fault; clinicals and research papers had practically consumed what little free time he had in his schedule. And if Jungkook remembers correctly, he wouldn’t be that lucky this upcoming week either. Something tells him your period was approaching. 

Jungkook doesn’t know what type of sorcery you’ve done to him, but in the time you’ve been dating, it’s become increasingly more and more difficult to nut without you. Whether that be fucking you, listening to your voice, or just imagining your pretty face in his head, you held a monopoly over Jungkook’s libido, one that he feared you’d never let go. 

He had years stacked on years of browsing PornHub and Brazzers, can recall experiencing some of the craziest orgasms of his life while watching some girl get fucked. All things come to an end. Ever since he started dating you, not even his favorite video could make him hard anymore. Oh, how the great have fallen. 

But with your blue panties before him, his cock hardens by the minute, nearly doubles in size when you move about and sigh a heavenly sound. Frankly, he doesn’t feel bad jerking one off to the thought of you. You were his girlfriend! He knows that you know that you’re the main character of all his right-handed adventures, and you’re not going to be mad at him for jerking off to you now. In fact, Jungkook imagines you’d be mad if he’d woken you up just for some frenzied quickie. This way, he’s blowing off some steam and you’re getting an extra ten minutes of napping. Everyone wins. 

He’s barely tugged himself out of the confines of his sweats when a soft mumble of his name has his soul leaving his body. “Kook?” 

“Baby,” he exhales, immediately tucking himself back into his underwear before moving closer towards you. You roll onto your back, skirt useless as fuck, he thinks, as it sprawls around your waist. “What’s up?” he murmurs, voice gentle, a hand carding through the nape of your neck because that’s how you always wake him up. Jungkook would be a liar to say it wasn’t one of the best feelings in the world. 

You say something, but it’s a mess of gibberish and too quiet for him to understand, before turning on your side again and shuffling closer to him. Jungkook smiles, runs the tips of his fingers over your cheek, before moving to caress your back, massaging some feeling back into your muscles. Some more mumbled words, but this time he deciphers them as something along the lines of “c’mere.” 

He chuckles, ducking down to kiss your cheek. “Don’t wanna interrupt your nap, baby,” he hums. “Go back to sleep.” 

You whine in protest, suddenly catching his hand in yours. “Please,” you sigh, eyes fluttering open, but they’re unfocused as you gaze at him. Jungkook clenches his teeth. Technically he should be working on that twelve page research paper, and even just trying to jerk off right now would have been a huge setback. Crawling into bed with you, where you’re so sinfully laid out for him to take, would completely offset his plans until tomorrow. He had to be a responsible student here. 

“I really gotta finish my paper…” he says, trying to let you down as gently as possible, flashing you an apologetic gaze. He thinks he has it in the bag, and your extended silence almost has him rolling back to his desk, when you suddenly snap into action. 

“But what about your dick,” you murmur, and Jungkook chokes. 

“My what—?” he splutters, voice a little too high. 

You say nothing, craning your neck to release a series of cracks, soft huffs leaving your lips. Jungkook’s on edge the whole time, eyes following the movement of your neck, the hypnotizing expanse of skin that bares itself to him. “Saw your hand down your pants,” you say, eyes blinking open, and though they’re droopy with sleep, at least you can hold them open this time. 

Jungkook laughs nervously, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck in embarrassment. “You saw that?” A soft hum. He wants to die. “Ah, baby, don’t worry about it. Know you’re tired, so just nap,” he sighs, caressing the back of your head once again, and he thinks he’s finally convinced you so he lets his guard down. 

You moan softly, and he’s almost entirely sure it’s one of those waking up types of sounds, the ones you make when you’re stretching around the bed in the morning. “Want your cock.” 

Jungkook swears he’ll die, right here, right now. 

He groans, lowers his head to rest on the mattress. “Jesus, fuck, baby,” he huffs, has to count to ten to will the stirring of his slowly hardening cock away for the second time that day. “Don’t say stuff like that when you’re half asleep, please.”

You ignore him, the hand that had been wrapped around his wrist tugging him closer. You barely succeed, muscles still so weak, but Jungkook humors you and rolls his chair right beside your head, where he ducks down to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Noooo,” you whine when he draws away too quickly. 

A laugh blossoms in his chest, and Jungkook proceeds to rain down a series of kisses on your pretty face before he can stop himself. You melt under his touch, his affection, and Jungkook adores the way your body is so soft and pliant like this, back arching towards him after he places a hand on your waist. 

“Come here,” you urge, voice a quiet plea. So soft, so needy. 

Jungkook malfunctions for just a second before he’s clambering over you on the bed, manhandling your body until you're both on your sides, facing each other, with you pressed tightly to his chest. Even with your hands brushing up and down his back in the way that sends every nerve in Jungkook’s body tingling, and your leg thrown over his hip, some stupid part of him convinces himself you’re just cold, trying to warm up after walking around campus in that tiny little skirt all day. He cuddles you as best as he can. 

And even with his dick twitching in his pants and his caveman instincts yelling at him to thrust up into your inviting core, Jungkook remains as professional as someone in a relationship can be when in bed with their lover. He’s so stuck on his self-control that he almost doesn’t hear the snort you muffle against his neck. 

“What are you doing?” you laugh, reaching up to pinch his cheek. Jungkook blinks, eyes wide like a doe caught in headlights. “Are we gonna fuck or what?”

He chokes. He doesn’t even try to muffle his reaction like other times, because the way you’re looking at him and the heel you press against the back of his thigh preoccupies his thoughts instead. Your hands are still tracing along his back, melting him with your dainty touches. “Baby?” you question after he’s been silent too long, distracted by the way you use that hooked leg to tug your bodies closer. 

“You… you’re still asleep,” Jungkook says, though it’s definitely a question. 

You scoff, a smile curling around your features. “Mm, definitely not asleep,” you tease, and shift to push him onto his back, wiggling on top of him until those baby blue panties are pressed against his quickly hardening member. “Why? Wanted to touch me when I was asleep?” you continue, and Jungkook’s eyes nearly burst out of their sockets. 

“No!” he exclaims, hands clutching your hips in alarm. He can tell he surprises you, because your eyes go wide for a brief second. “Never…” he mumbles afterwards, looking away from your imploring gaze. “Only like you when you’re awake.” 

You sigh, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek that makes his heart flood with adoration for you. “You’re a good boy, Jungkook,” you say back, just as quietly. “A blueprint for the perfect man.” Another kiss, this time against the corner of his mouth that makes Jungkook’s hands twitch against your sides. 

A soft moan tears itself from his throat, fingers digging into your hips as you slowly roll them against him. The heat emanating from your core seeps past the thin barrier of his sweatpants, makes his cock twitch in his boxers. He knows how it feels inside of you, has your body memorized like the back of his hand. But it’s in moments like these that he finds himself aching for you, desperate to feel the fluttering walls of your pussy, the pitiful whimpers that fall from your kiss swollen lips. And, well. The skirt makes it all too easy.  

He places two hands on the backs of your thighs, runs them up until he’s pushing your skirt up over your waist. You pull away from his lips with a sneaky little smile, pointer finger stroking down the side of his face lazily. “Mm?” you tease, leaving a coy little peck against his mouth. “Now you wanna touch?” Jungkook rolls his eyes, snaps his teeth at your wandering finger when you draw it too close to his mouth. The giggle you let out is so damn precious, makes him want to put you in a glass case and never let anyone else touch you. Coincidentally, it also makes him want to rail you into the mattress until you cry. 

“I’ll fucking ruin you, doll,” he settles on murmuring, subtly pushing you down against him. A soft giggle. Jungkook knows it’s your favorite nickname, even if you won’t admit it. He's the only one allowed to call you it, something about his intentions being pure or whatever, he’s not really sure. Anyway, you’re still so cute and soft on top of him, blinking slowly and prettily, so he’s dragging it out a bit, hoping you’ll become more alert in a few more minutes. 

As sleepy as you may be, you never miss out on a chance to rile him up. “As if, doll,” you retort, his nickname for you rolling off your tongue seamlessly. It sounds heavenly, sparks this weird emotion in him that he never considered before. Him, a doll? No way. But there’s something about the sweet lilt of your voice, the starry-eyed gaze you level him with, that has him throwing all reservations aside. Put him on a shelf and call him Barbie, because he would be anything you wanted him to be. 

Anyway, Jungkook’s sappy thoughts last all of two seconds before he’s rolling you over, successfully trapping you beneath his body. “Oh, so scary,” you feign, hands fluttering to clutch at your chest. 

He glides his hands down your body, let’s them trail over your hip and down the side of your thigh. “Don’t get sassy with me,” he warns, thumb peeking beneath the hem of your skirt. Jungkook really wants to burn the piece of fabric this time, because after all that time it spent torturing him with its halfhearted attempts at covering you, it chooses now to do it properly. 

Hands are thrown around his shoulders, the overwhelming scent of your perfume and body wash tickling his nose when you pull him in for another kiss. “Or what?” you purr, irises swirling with lust. “Gonna use your manly man strength to hold me down?” 

He shushes you with a kiss, slow and languid just how you like. Your taste is familiar, feels like coming home, so Jungkook can’t be blamed for getting too carried away. It starts gentle— it always does. But then a tiny mewl gets stuck in your throat, the following moan swallowed by his tongue, and Jungkook nearly loses it. He nips at your bottom lip, waits patiently for you to open up for him, and when you do he wastes no time diving in. Your tongue against his is slick and wet, makes the most lewd sound. Your little sharp intakes of air fill the gaps, shuddery breaths that Jungkook takes as a good sign. 

He strikes while the iron is still hot. 

It’s amidst your lazy kissing that he secures his hands around your waist, two reassuring squeezes thrown your way before he’s abruptly rolling onto his back again. “Kook!” you squeal, clutching at the front of his shirt. A pouty frown paints your face, sleepy eyes narrowing him with a rather unimpressed look, tainted with the barest hints of confusion. 

Jungkook grins, reaching back to yank his pillow out from beneath his head. “On my face,” he commands suddenly, and you snort. 

“What?” you ask a little incredulously, leaning back to level him with an even more lost expression. “Since when do we do that?”

Jungkook shrugs. “Since I decided twenty seconds ago,” he answers rather bluntly. You still don’t look too convinced. It’s not a position the two of you have ever tried. You’re a little on the sappy side, always like to look at his face while you fuck, hold his cheeks in your palms, kiss him sweetly. On the one hand, Jungkook totally gets it; he’ll proudly admit that the sight of your orgasming face paired with your fantastic tits have done him many favors these past few months. 

However, Jungkook is a lover of head. Giving or receiving, it’s very high on his list of sexual acts and whoever invented oral deserved all the praise in the world. Not only did you look drop dead gorgeous with his cock in your mouth— tears trailing down your cheeks, drool clinging to the corners of your lips —but you also looked absolutely sexy receiving it. 

Kinda. 

Probably. 

Okay, so maybe Jungkook can’t really say, considering he always has a hard time catching a glimpse of your face when he’s down there licking and slurping your clit like a madman. Which is what leads him to this exact moment, an experiment weeks in the making. Jungkook has a theory that needs to be tested. “Please ride the fuck out of my face,” he tries, hoping the polite tone will win you over. 

He’s met with an eye roll. Still, you’re kinder than you let on. “Okay,” you give in, and Jungkook will remember your heroism for the rest of his life. “But only because being on top is empowering.” He just barely contains an over-enthusiastic fist pump into the air, settling on a rather modest smile that has you leaning down to kiss him again. You reach for the zipper on the side of your skirt. “Just let me—“

“The skirt stays on,” he says quickly, hand on your wrist to stop you from removing his most favorite article of clothing. 

“Baby,” you say, giving him a rather serious look. “It’ll cover your face.”

“It won’t,” he urges, reaching for the buttons on your blouse instead. Jungkook has had one too many encounters with tops like these, and has long since learned not to tear them apart like a crazed psycho. As much as he loves the sound of your buttons scattering across his bedroom floor, he can’t say he’s too fond of the scolding he inevitably gets afterwards. Anyway, the shirt comes off and so does your bra, leaving your tits in his face, tiny skirt on your hips. “Get up here,” he murmurs, ushering you up his body until your knees are pressing into the mattress right above his shoulders. 

If it was up to Jungkook, he would have just grabbed your hips and shoved his face against your pussy. Luckily, it’s not, and your common sense shines through just in time. “One sec,” you say, and then finally, finally, the blue panties come off. 

And then it’s just Jungkook and your glistening pussy. 

“Holy fuck,” he groans, taking the opportunity to wrap his arms around your thighs. You squeak when he pulls you closer, hand instinctively reaching for the front of your skirt to hold away from his face. The view from here is heavenly, just your swollen clit, gorgeous tits, and shy face. 

The muscles in your thighs are a little stiff. Or maybe you’re just nervous. Jungkook isn’t sure, all he knows is that it takes one encouraging tug for you to finally sit on his face. He doesn’t even register the surprised gasp that leaves your throat because he’s too busy tasting your pussy from an all new position. And it’s absolutely amazing. 

Something about the position, having you carefully poised above him, does something to Jungkook. He likes to think he knows your body inside and out, knows what makes you melt and what makes you scream. He knows just how to lap at your cunt until you’re cumming, and how many fingers it takes for you to really feel it. But it’s like having you in this position changes all of that, rearranges all the tidbits of information Jungkook has spent months collecting. 

(Jungkook is a meticulous man; he’s got a near perfect GPA right now that was the direct result of his carefully crafted note-taking techniques. Whether or not he abused the power of his perfectionist learning abilities to master the mechanisms of his girlfriend’s libido was no one's business but his own.) 

One kitten lick against your swollen pearl makes you buck forward, clit brushing against his nose. Jungkook can’t remember you ever doing that on the first lick. “O- oh my—,” you cry, all airy and whiny. Your hand is pressed to the wall behind his bed, the other bunching the front of your skirt just above your mound. He’s rather happy to learn that, just as he’d hypothesized, this position does give him a better view of you. 

He’s graced with the sight of your face, twisted up in pleasure. It’s the stereotypical eyes squeezed shut, lip caught between your teeth look. But there’s something different about it knowing that he’s gotten this reaction out of you with his mouth alone. 

Jungkook quickly repositions you over him, tugging you back until his tongue is lined up with the front of your slit. You’re so warm down here, make him feel like he’s drowning with your heady scent alone. Tentatively, he lets his tongue dip between your folds, the very tip nudging your swollen clit. A moan tears itself from your throat, the hand that had been flush against the wall suddenly jumping forward to bury itself in his hair. “Oh- oh, fuck,” you shiver, hips jolting forward once more. 

You taste good on his tongue, the arousal that coats your lips is sticky and sweet. When he laps his tongue along your folds, quivering hole to stiffened bud, you let out a sob that resonates deeply within Jungkook. And also Jungkook’s cock, which stirs beneath his trousers in excitement. What was once the focus of his mission, a quick handfuck to sedate himself before finishing his research paper, has long since been forgotten. It’s for the greater good, he tells himself, blinking up at you from between your thighs. 

Eye contact lasts for exactly three seconds before you’re looking away bashfully, the fist clutching at your skirt trembling against your tummy. You’re so fucking pretty, Jungkook’s heart can’t take it. 

And so he sets out on a mission to make you cum as soon as possible, abandoning his slow kitten licks in favor of suctioning his lips around your clit. “Kook,” you wail, tugging at his hair. Whether you do it purposely or not, Jungkook is a little shocked by how good the pain feels. It’s not an emotion he can ponder long, because then you’re using that same grip in his hair to tilt his head backwards, jerkily moving over him. 

It’s rough and sudden, the buck against his face, but Jungkook loves it. The drag of your pussy against his lips, the wet glide of your juices smearing across his chin and Cupid’s bow. It all feels so good, and the fact Jungkook is getting a front row seat to the absolutely torn look on your face is just the cherry on top. 

Jungkook has seen you make a lot of faces. He’s seen you shiver and drool as he nails you into your bed. He’s seen you sniffle and sob as he slowly fucks you in a rose petal filled bubble bath (a six month anniversary special planned by yours truly). He’s even seen your mirrored reflection fall apart as you bounced away on his lap in front of a mirror. 

He’s never seen you like this before. 

Needy and desperate, moaning his name softly, practically humping his face in your greed. Tiny skirt clutched against your waist, tits bouncing as you hurriedly grind against him. He has half the mind to burn this scene into his eyelids for the rest of his life. 

He’s given up on doing anything with his tongue, simply sticking it out for you to do as you wish. Normally, he’s not a huge fan of letting you do things yourself. After all, Jungkook was your boyfriend. Making you cum was his job. But you’re moving so fast, so frantic, in your mission to cum. So Jungkook sits back and lets you go to town on his mouth as a series of moans spill from your lips. 

And then something unforgivable happens. 

Jungkook will admit it: he’s staring at you almost a little too dreamily, heart eyes and all. He thinks you’re fucking hot, taste like heaven and have these absolutely delicious boobs bouncing up and down. He’s a little distracted by your glorious figure that he doesn’t notice one crucial bit of information. 

Your hand. 

The desperate need to cum has your muscles weakening, thighs moving at a latent pace, and, much to Jungkook’s horror, hands trembling. It’s your own pleasure that lets the unimaginable happen: your skirt flutters down. Your grip on it loosens and before Jungkook knows it, the sight of your pretty face and nice tits are gone, snatched away before his very eyes. Even your wet cunt is impossible to see, his world suddenly shrouded in darkness. 

Leave it to Jungkook to foil his own horny plan with, well, his horniness. If only he wasn’t so hopelessly in love with the image of you in skirts. Maybe then he could bask in the beauty that was you riding his face. 

He acts fast, reaching for the material before he can miss out on anything. But the angle is weird, and without Jungkook’s hands holding your hips, you’re left weakly rolling forward instead. And he’s not the only one frustrated with this turn of events, your face quickly returning to its normal composed form as you level him with a frown. “Everything okay?” you pant. 

Everything was not okay, but Jungkook isn’t sure how to tell you that without ruining this delicate moment. So he tries to show you with actions instead, releasing the skirt he’s got in his fist and letting it flutter over his face again. You giggle. “I told you so.” 

It takes more willpower than he’d like to admit to pull away from your wet folds, pulling off with a lewd sound that has you biting your lip as you gaze down at him. “I told you so,” he mimics, a little mean but you don’t take it to heart. “Hold your skirt up.” 

You hum, the grip on his hair loosening as you push away his dark locks instead. “Mmmm,” you hum. “No.”

“No?” he repeats, actually really scandalized. Okay, so he’s a little spoiled when it comes to you— it’s not his fault! You made him like this, conditioned him to think that you would always give into his every whim because you were just so sweet and considerate and wanted him to be happy. And Jungkook also wants you to be happy, and in his opinion, being happy right now means having him fuck your pretty brains out for ever getting sassy with him. 

“I don’t listen to men,” you tease, followed by a cute little nod, skin still a little warm from your looming orgasm. Jungkook takes advantage of your tiny moment of weakness, and strikes like a viper.

A girlish squeal leaves your lips, hands stretching outwards as he knocks you backwards onto the mattress. “Jungkook,” you gasp, sprawled out artfully, beautifully, over his sheets now. He doesn’t waste a second longer, crawling over your body until you’re a shivering mess beneath him. 

Hand against your throat, the other blindly reaching for the front of his sweatpants. “What is it, doll?” he drawls meanly, reveling in the way your eyes roll back when his newly-freed cock lands against your slit. A choked gasp leaves your throat, lashes fluttering wildly until Jungkook loosens his grip. 

You’ve done a nice job riling yourself up, lips squelching wet and loose when he runs the tip of his cock along them. Your knees are pulled up for him, spread perfectly for him to fit between. You’re so good for him, Jungkook feels a little bad for how hard he’s going to fuck you now. 

The sympathy doesn’t last long.  

Once upon a time, you had been the epitome of a cute and sweet girlfriend. Had picked him up from class, encouraged him to do his homework, wore these cute little skirts around campus. Deep down inside, Jungkook knew everyone else was jealous of him— you were just so pretty and cute, a girl straight out of everyone’s dreams. 

Until he sunk his horny claws into you. Jungkook will be the first to admit he spends a little too much time browsing porn sites— he’s a man, cut him some slack —which had never caused him any problems before. Even when the two of you were just friends (pining ones at that), you had never seemed even remotely affected by his extensive pornographical knowledge. It was a known fact among your friend group that Jungkook’s best friend was his right hand. 

But then, of course, you started dating Jungkook and it was like a save file of all his horniest fantasies was downloaded directly into your brain. Which leads him to this. 

“Spit in my mouth,” you shiver, got these huge, watery eyes pointed his way. His cock twitches. 

There’s a little groan that tears itself from his throat when he leans forward, cock sliding along your folds, to grasp your chin between his fingers. “Open,” he commands, and you do. Your lower lip quivers, tongue pressed against it as you wait for Jungkook to spit down your mouth. He can’t say he regrets letting you peek through his porn stash, not when it leads to this, you whimpering at the hot glob of saliva he shoots down your throat. “Filthy,” he pants, memorizing the movement of your throat when you swallow like the good girl you are. 

Before he can write another twelve sonnets about that dazed look on your face, he’s roughly grabbing at your thigh. You whine, limbs so pliant beneath his touch, letting him hike your knee over his forearm as he tugs you closer. “Fuck,” he groans, reaching down to align himself with your quivering hole. You’re still so wet, make the most lewd sound when he sinks into you. Not that Jungkook really hears it, the sound of your strained moans practically drowning everything else out. 

“Fuck,” you cry, one hand clutching at his forearm, the other toying with your breast. It’s a magnificent sight, and Jungkook is suddenly feeling a little cocky when he realizes he’s the only one who gets to see this. It’s this presumptuous nature that fuels the first round of thrusts into your cunt, fast and full. He makes sure you feel every inch of him, tip to base, as he pistons his hips forward. “J— Jungkook,” you pant, back arching beneath him. 

You take it so well, walls sucking him in every time he draws back out. “I’ve got you, doll,” he moans, hiking your leg further over his shoulder. Every roll of his hips has your tits bouncing back and forth, lower lip as well with the dopey, open-mouthed look you got on for him. And the damned skirt that got him here, fucking you with a punishing pace, sits perfectly around your waist. He has half the mind to take it off for you, briefly wonders if it hurts, but just looking at it reminds him of about thirty-seven pornos he’s seen. So it stays on, works alongside your lovestruck face to actively rewrite all those pornos anew with you starring in them instead. 

It sure helps when you start your usual mindless babbling. “I love you,” you gasp, face screwed up in pleasure. “I- I love you so much.” 

He’s contemplating doing a study on you and your weird mid-fuck confessions. You do this a lot, and while Jungkook doesn’t mind, it sure does leave him curious. “Love you too, baby,” he says anyway, repositioning his arms so he can hold your waist with both hands. 

“Really?” you ask, voice so whiny, eyes brimming with tears. From emotion or your need to cum, Jungkooks not sure. (Hence the need for a study!) 

Another brutal thrust that has you moaning loudly. “Really,” he reassures you, glancing down to watch his cock sink into your hole as he picks up the pace. Your arms are practically limbless, and his stomach is beginning to feel tight. The end was soon. “Love your pretty little face.”

Another whine, your fingers pulling at your pebbled nipples. “M- My pretty face?” you whimper, blink these long lashes up at him. They make Jungkook go a little mad, bring on a wave of jackhammer thrusts that cut your moans into choppy little cries instead. 

“Prettiest girl I know,” he groans, not once stopping the movement of his hips. You’re quivering like a leaf beneath him, your entire body locking up as Jungkook guides you toward orgasm. “A fucking doll, baby— so beautiful for me,” he praises. 

It’s exactly what you want to hear— secretly, Jungkook hypothesizes that you’re a little bit of an attention whore —crying out when he slows to a grind against you. Each roll of his hips has him rubbing over your swollen bud, leaves you trembling until you’re eventually unraveling beneath him. “Oh- Oh, fuck— Jungkook—“ you sob, writhing beneath him as you cream his cock. 

Your tits look amazing, nipples stiff from your arousal and all the attention you’d been giving them. Your features soften, gasps framed by your pillowy lips. As Jungkook has said before, your pretty face was the most dangerous weapon. 

He manages a few more pistons of his hips, mostly for reputation sake, before he’s eventually pulling out. His right hand, once the sole hero of his solo sessions, makes a valiant return now as he jacks himself off over you. It takes a few harsh pulls of his cock until he’s spurting his jizz over you, painting your tummy and your tits in white ribbons of cum. You flinch, a tiny whimper leaving your throat at the mess he makes. “Fuck,” he groans one last time. 

When it’s over, you have the audacity to shyly pull down the front of your skirt. As if your tits aren’t out and about, but Jungkook pretends he doesn’t see it. Instead, he channels his energy into peppering your face in kisses. “Best girl,” he praises, even though he knows you hate the nickname. “My beautiful feminist queen.” 

A pinch against his cheek. It hurts like hell, but he endures it for now, still very much in love with your performance today. “Get me a towel,” you huffily ask, uncomfortable with the jizz sticking to your tummy, as if he didn’t spit in your mouth a few minutes ago. 

His research paper is waiting for him at his desk, the materials he’d spent weeks collecting waiting to be typed up. But his girlfriend is so soft and sleepy, asking him to stay for another nap. 

There was never a choice.

Copyright © 2020, 1kook on tumblr. absolutely NO reposts allowed.

[therecordconnection]

Ranting and Raving: “Unholy” by Sam Smith and Kim Petras

I'm always about fifteen years late when it comes to things that are trending so I'm only just now hearing the new Sam Smith and Kim Petras collaboration, "Unholy". I'm not on TikTok because I’m a curmudgeon so I have to find out about new music and music trends like an old person. Sue me. 

Anyway, I've been finding "Unholy" infuriatingly fascinating. It's one of those songs where the things that are great about it are great and the things that are bad about it drag it down. Let's cover the great things first. 1) We now have a major hit song that features both a nonbinary performer (Smith) and a transgender woman (Petras). Regardless of the criticisms I have about this song, that's a big deal and I'm happy to see that kind of representation in a year that has been pretty damn boring for the pop charts. 2) That hook is great. The gospel choir that accompanies it is infectious and makes for an earworm that will stick in your head for a bit. It fits in well with Sam's "Theatre Kid" energy. 3) Pretty sure the bassline is just "Sober" by Tool, but that's a plus because while it's simple, it hits. My only wish is that the production made it sound dirtier. 4) I love Sam on this song. They've always bored me as a performer, but over the last couple years they've been turning that around by getting more adventurous with their music. Sam sells this song to the best of their ability and it sounds great. 5) I got to hear Sam Smith sing the lines "While she's droppin' it / She be poppin' it" and while it does sound comical coming from them, it made me laugh in a good way so it gets a point for that. 

Alright, we've covered the things I enjoy about this. So why do I find this song to be "infuriatingly fascinating"? Easy. To quote the late Norm MacDonald's review of Interview With the Vampire: "Not gay enough." I'm aware that's a strong accusation due to who the two performers are, but here's how I know it's not gay enough. I've heard So. Many. Shitty. Heavy. Metal. Covers. Of. This. Song. If this song was truly as gay and unholy as it advertises, metalheads wouldn't even touch this with a ten foot pole, as that community still contains some of the most homophobic scum still walking the Earth. The only reason I was able to find so many of them is because doing metalcore versions of lame pop songs is what gets the views these days, kids. Most metalheads would take one look at Sam Smith, use the wrong pronouns, and then call them a word that rhymes with “maggot.”

But even beyond that, I keep asking myself this question: "What's so unholy about infidelity?" At this point, the idea of a devout religious person having a passionate affair/cheating on their spouse is about as old as the Holy Bible itself. It's not so scandalous in a world where, not even forty years ago, televangelists like Jim Bakker or Jimmy Swaggart were in hot water when people found out they were cheating on their wives. Hell, Swaggart even admitted it on television back in 1988. I've heard this song before... It's called "Miracle Man" by Ozzy Osbourne. Ozzy tore into that hypocrisy with style and made an unholy man look like a clown. I have no questions about what that song wants to say or do. This one I only have questions. So, I ask again, what's so unholy about infidelity? If you're gonna make something that truly lives up to the song title "Unholy", I better be hearing about the most fucked up thing imaginable. I may not be on TikTok, but I've seen enough videos from that app where people admit to wild, fucked up, and pathetic things that you would have to waterboard in order to get out of me.

Another issue I have with the song is in the way it doesn't play to the strengths of its performers. Who the hell is Sam supposed to be playing in this song? Are they a priest? Are they a neighbor? Are they an omniscient third person narrator? Who? I keep thinking that the song would be a million times better if it was framed around Sam playing the role of a priest. Imagine this: Sam is in the confessional. They're hearing people confess their sins and all that, but then, this guy walks in and reveals this news: He's cheating on his wife... with a trans woman. Now, imagine that while Sam is hearing this wild confession, their first idea is to start jacking off to it. You want to talk about unholy? There's your double whammy right there. I think the idea of the man in the song having an affair with a trans woman is a really important detail, considering that not only does this song desperately need something to make it more noteworthy lyrically, it has arguably the most famous trans woman in pop at the moment being completely wasted on this song. You want to really get Christian wine moms clutching their pearls? Tell them Nancy’s husband was out all night with a trans woman. Now that’s quite a story for the neighborhood.

This is to segue into how I think Kim Petras' verse on this song is the weakest part about the entire thing. Her performance is great, but she's utterly wasted on a verse that really any woman in pop could've done. Lizzo, Cardi B., Ariana, Dua Lipa, Halsey, your indie friend with a single on Spotify that has just over ten-thousand listens, etc. You would think she would be going off and telling me all about the wild sex-capades that are going on in the body shop, but nope! It's a just a verse about a guy who gives her decent sex and spends a lot of money on her. BORING. Like I said, any woman in pop right now could do this verse and you'd lose nothing. That's why it's the weakest part of this song to me. Kim Petras has something that none of the other names I mentioned have... being transgender. That makes for a really great detail in a song that could really explore a fascinating question: How would religious circles deal with someone having an affair with a member of a group of people they despise and fear? You see it happen with men cheating on their wives with other men, but how would God-fearing, Christian women react if they heard someone in their neighborhood was going across the tracks and fooling around with a trans woman in a fucking auto body shop of all places? It makes for a great premise that the song never truly bothers to explore.

Plus, it's Kim Petras for God's sake. Regardless of what you think of her due to her problematic working relationship with scumbag serial abuser/producer Dr. Luke, this song wastes her strengths. It especially sucks because if any woman could make this song live up to the name "Unholy", it would be her. We're talking about the woman who just last year made an album called Slut Pop! The woman who made a whole dance song just about her tits on "Coconuts", the woman who made "Throat Goat," "Treat Me Like a Slut," and "They Wanna Fuck"! The woman is known for nasty, highly sexual music and if you need someone to get absolutely filthy and unholy on a track for you, she’s a damn good choice. But what does she get here? Boring lyrics about designer clothes and shopping on Rodeo? Boo! I don't need an Incognito tab to listen to this song. I've heard this song on the radio unchanged. Sam already did the cutesy "censor out the bad word with a sound effect" trick for me. Come on! Unholy... There are church kids probably listening to this song right now. There are probably wine moms doing TikTok dance videos to this right now. There’s probably a whole plethora of Halloween playlists that have this song in it. Sam Smith is still probably the only gay person you could safely bring home to your grandma who truly means well but is just a little backwards. Unholy, my ass.

Look, if you want overt gayness that will really look unholy to people, look at the Lil Nas X videos for "Montero (Call Me By Your Name)" and "Industry Baby." You can find those on my new CD compilation, Now That's What I Call Gay, hitting store shelves soon.

This song's biggest sin (HA!) is that it pulls its punches when it could've been so much more. "Unholy" is a song that, while I do enjoy listening to it, is a song that is playing it way too safe and doesn't live up to its full potential in my eyes. Even though I've complained about what I don't think works here, don't let that diminish what this song's success means culturally and what it could mean going forward. If this song breaks the barrier and allows for more non-binary and trans representation in the mainstream, then this song should be celebrated on that alone. It's the first hit song I can think of that features both a non-binary singer and a trans woman. Like all experiments, sometimes the first result isn't the greatest, but it gets you excited for what the next results *could* be if we keep at it.

[holylulusworld]

Under construction - A different world - Kinktober 22

Title: Under construction - A different world

Summary: The men renovating your kitchen have other plans...

Square filled for: @spnquotebingo​​​ - Quote: (“What the hell is wrong with you? You don’t just go around shooting people like that!” – SPN)

Square filled for: @j3bingo​​ - Plan goes wrong

Kink: Homewrecker kink

Word Count: 3,8 k

Ship: Winchesters x Brat!Reader (Dean x Reader; Sam x Reader; John x Reader - no Wincest)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: angst, language, cheating, dirty talk, daddy kink, voyeurism, multiple partners, unprotected sex, smut, creampie, mentions of anal sex (no description), I’ll label it dub-con (just in case), slut-shaming, daddy kink, roughness, manhandling, marking with cum, breeding kink?, taking turns, cum-eating (barely), they fuck for a week straight, characters death, blood, violence, sneaky Winchesters

 Divider by @firefly-graphics​

Alternative version to: Under construction

Kinktober 2021

2021 SPN QUOTE BINGO masterlist

2021 J3 Bingo masterlist

Please head the warnings for this story. It’s 18+ only.

Day 1

“My husband said you must finish the room until the end of the week,” you complain, pointing at the still not finished kitchen. “You are the worst construction worker ever.”

“Sweetheart, my father said we will need more time to finish the kitchen so we will need more time,” one of the workers dares to talk back, earning a huff and an angry look. “Now shove your ass out of the kitchen, trophy wife.”

“What did you just call me?” you are in the man’s face, sizing him up. “I will tell my husband about your behavior. He’ll fire you.”

“Dean didn’t explain the complexity of the problem at hand, kitten,” the younger brother says. “Your husband did not pay for shit so far. We will not finish the kitchen if he doesn’t pay us.”

“That’s a lie,” twirling around to stalk toward the boss of the bunch of useless construction workers you mutter under your breath. “I want you to work and not sit in my kitchen to drink coffee and watch me do yoga in the garden. Don’t think I didn’t see ya!” hands on your hips you glare up at the elder man.

“Doll, you shouldn’t talk like that to me,” he says, a dark grin on his lips. “Ya know, your husband owes me a lot of money and I think, you should pay us right now.”

“I—I got no money here, Mr. Winchester,” you whimper, intimidated by the look on his face. He grips your chin with two fingers, still that smirk on his lips.

“Aw, sweetness. I’m interested in a more creative way to pay me for my work, doll. How about you lose that dressing gown and show us what you are hiding underneath? I bet; you will look good on my cock.”

“What?” his crudeness, the way he looks at you like you are a piece of meat he can use and his hand wrapping around your throat have you already on the edge. “I—I’m married.”

“I don’t give a single fuck, doll. Now, how do you want this? I can call your husband and tell him you fired us after you threw yet another tantrum, or you will let me bend you over that brand-new kitchen island I paid for and let me have my way with your sweet cunt.”

“Bet her fine husband can’t even make her cum, Sir,” Dean snickers. His eyes drop to your ass, and he can’t hold back a groan, imagining having his way with your sweet ass too. “Make it three, sweetheart.”

“Three?” you swallow thickly, but to your shame your pussy clenches around nothing. “All of you? How? I—”

“We will take turns, kitten,” Sam purrs, long fingers caressing your cheek. “Come on, lemme make you feel good. I know you didn’t get any for months. Your husband is a boring businessman not knowing how to handle a girl like you.”

“But daddy knows how to treat a girl right,” John crashes his lips onto your mouth, immediately snaking his tongue with yours. “Say yes, doll.”

“I—I don’t know,” your legs are about to give in when John steps away to allow his sons to cut your dressing gown open. “Hey, that was expensive.”

“Holy fuck, she’s wearing nothing but a,” Dean groans deeply. “– wait, is that a hole in her panties?” he cocks his head to get a better look at your underwear. “Oh, you fucking slut wanted to get fucked.”

“It’s laundry day,” you lie shamelessly without missing a beat. 

“Trust me,” Sam cups one tit, groping it roughly. “After we are done, you can only burn those panties.”

“I can’t do this, my husband he’ll—” you bite your tongue, not wanting to admit your husband gives a shit on you for years. “He wouldn’t care, I guess.”

“I bet he’s banging his secretary,” John walks you backward, eyes glued to your stiff nipples now. “Let me make you feel good, little slut. I will fuck you so good you’ll lose your mind.”

“I,” you try to find your voice, but John moves his hand into your panties while his sons wrap their lips around one nipple, fighting over your breasts. “Fuck, please.”

“Patience, kitten,” Sam groans against your chest, biting and sucking at your tender flesh. “Dad is going to fuck you first.”

“I’m next, I won this time,” Dean snickers as his brother gives him bitch face. “I won, Sammy. Now you are going to have sloppy seconds…”

“I don’t give a fuck,” the younger brother growls, biting your nipple. 

“Fuck,” you whimper and whine while grinding against John’s fingers. “Please fuck me; all of you.”

“As you wish. Give us a moment to decide if we will give you the honor to go in bare,” for a moment you believe they wanted to make fun of you.

They leave the kitchen, mumbling something you can’t hear before they come back, wearing nothing but a smirk.

“Bend over the kitchen island, face onto the marble, if you want us to stop, say pineapple,” Dean smirks when you stumble toward the kitchen island to bend over, showing off your soaked panties. “Good girl.”

“No, she’s a whore for my cock now,” John grips your ass to squeeze it tightly. “Any hard limits, doll? Tell me now before I work my cock into you. I love having my way with another man’s wife, to wreck their home and cunts a little.”

“No pain and I don’t do anal stuff. I mean…I would but I’ve never,” Dean groans, once again imagining fucking your tightest hole. 

“We will get you there,” Sam smirks when you shoot him an angry look. “Your pussy is mine to pay us for the last three weeks.”

“Good, god,” the eldest man groans, as he runs his fingers over your soaked panties. “You are soaking me like a bitch in heat. I will so ruin this cunt.”

“Please—” you push your ass into his crotch, grind against his erection. “I need you to fuck me like the whore I am. I need it so badly.”

“I’m on it, Y/N,” John admires your crotchless panties one last time before he presses the wide head against your opening. “Hold tight onto the kitchen counter, cause this is going to be a wild ride.” He shoves himself into you without any preparation, making you cry out at the sudden fulness. “Shut up and take it, whore.”

“Shit, she looks good stuffed with cock. She won’t parade around the house as if she’s a princess anymore after we are done with her cunt. Our little whore will know she’s only a cum dumpster to anyone, nothing else,” Dean watches his father cup the back of your neck to hold you down as he begins to move his hips.

“OH-God-Daddy,” the sound of your screams mixed with John’s grunts fills the room and Sam must close the windows to not let the gardener know you get fucked right here, in your kitchen. “Harder…please.”

“Shut up. You are not in control,” John slams into you, making it hurt a little on purpose to press more noises and little moans out of your throat. “Be more vocal. Tell me how good it feels to get fucked by me. Tell my sons to do the same.”

“Please fuck me too, just like your daddy. He feels so good,” you choke the words out, barely able to do anything but to take John’s punishing thrusts and moan like the whore you are for his cock. “So good.”

“See, I can fuck you better than your fine husband,” John speeds up, now jackhammering into your cunt like he wants to destroy you. “Take it, slut. Take all of me and cum.”

“Ah—fuck,” your pussy clenches tightly around his shaft only three thrusts later, milks John dry, greedily sucks every droplet of his cum in. “Fuck…”

“Pull out, I want to be next,” Dean watches his father hastily pull out of you, eyes immediately glued to your ruined panties and the cum drip out of your abused cunt. “On the kitchen island, legs spread wide, let me see your slutty hole.”

“I don’t think she can move,” Sam grips your waist to spin you around. He easily lifts you onto the kitchen island, smirking when you look up at him with doe eyes. “Just wait for my cock, kitten. I’ll destroy you.”

“Get off her,” the elder brother pushes Sam off you to stand between your legs. “I will fuck her first. You can go for round three with her cunt, after I gave her my load.”

“Sons, no fighting,” John lazily strokes his cock, already feeling the itch return. “We will go for more than one round. We have a week, don’t we? Your fine husband is on a business trip for a week and left this fine piece of ass all alone here, with three hungry wolves…”

Day 2

After the first round with the Winchesters in your kitchen, they dragged you into your bedroom and took you apart one by one all over again.

Now, one day later you are spread wide for the elder brother while he has his way with you.

Today he won, is allowed to fuck you first, to make you scream his name until your voice is hoarse and your pussy filled with his cum.

“Dean,” you paw at his back, try anything to release the pressure he builds in your core. “I’m gonna cum again.”

“Not yet. We are just getting started, sweetheart,” he lifts his head from your chest, to glance at your marked breasts. “So pretty wearing my bite marks.” Dean groans, hips crashing into yours, making you whimper in pleasured pain. “Fuck, this pussy is perfect.”

“I—I doubt it will be after you all are done,” biting your lower lip you watch John and Sam stroke their cocks, knowing they demand their turn. “OH, fuck. Harder Dean.”

“You heard the lady,” John rumbles, smirking as you wrap your legs tighter around his son’s waistline, and start to rock your hips to the rhythm Dean sets. “Fuck her harder. Ruin her cunt, mark her inside and outside.”

“Can you just not,” the man on top of you grits his teeth, slams his left fist into the mattress to not shoot his load into you after a few minutes. “I try to fuck her like the slut she is for my cock.”

“Our cocks,” Sam corrects, watching your lips part, and your eyes roll back in your skull when his brother hits that spot letting your vision white out. “See, she came again. A whore full of cock is the happiest.”

You’d like to slap the stupid smirk off Sam’s face, but Dean grunts your name, giving you a particularly hard thrust to get your attention. “Look at me, slut.”

“I—I can’t cum again,” it’s an unheard plea. Dean doesn’t care, he wants to feel your cunt grip him tightly again. “Please.”

“Sweetheart, you will give me one more. I know you can do it,” his features soften, and you feel your heart swell as he praises you. “You’re such a good girl, cum for me.”

“O-kay,” your nails bite into his flesh, leaving angry red lines all over his back as you shudder through your next orgasm, squeezing Dean hard enough to hurt.

“That’s it, milk my cock dry like the slut you are for us. Take all of me. Maybe I’ll get you round, huh? I could take you with me and parade you around town. Show everyone I knocked your husband’s wife up.”

Day 5

It’s another day in paradise or hell. Depends on your body parts. Your pussy sings in delight, but the rest of your body is sore, tired, and covered with marks and cum today.

“Love to fuck this pussy,” Sam smirks down at you, loving you look all fucked out. “I told you, that we will try any position coming to my mind. 

“Dude, what’s that position called? Looks uncomfortable,” Dean pinches one of your nipples, snickering when you try to slap his hand away with your one free hand. “Aw, your pretty nipples are oversensitive, huh?”

“It’s called, g-spot position, Dean,” Sam explains. “This way, I can fuck her deep and so good I make her see stars.”

“Uh—” while his brother grips your ass tighter, Dean wonders if Sam lied. “Anyways, it’s uncomfortable. Hell, her ass and legs are in the air. Must be painful.”

“No,” you pant. “Feels so fucking good, Dean,” pretty much your entire body points toward the ceiling and you carry all of your weight on your shoulders while holding onto Sam’s legs to steady yourself, but fuck, if it doesn’t feel good having the tall man hold your ass in a tight grip, and his cock so deep it hurts a little.

The sensation of being upside down with a man is new to you, your husband never even tried to please you. But these men try anything to make you cum over and over again.

“Fuck, don’t wiggle,” Sam pants, thrusting a little harder. Sam presses his knees harder into the mattress with every thrust but keeps them together. He holds you in position, hands pawing at your thighs. The tall man could easily hurt you, but oddly, his hands are gentle, a stark contrast to the punishing pace of his hips.

“I—” you whimper his name, beg him to let you fall over the edge. “Please, Sam.”

“That’s it, kitten. Cum all over me and I will paint you with my seed,” he grunts, rolling his hips slower. “Right. Fucking. Now.”

His commanding tone does it for you. While he lazily thrusts in and out of your slicked sex, you cup your tits, squeezing the soft flesh hard as you fall over the edge once again. 

“Perfect little slut,” John nods to himself, watching his son pull out of you to stroke his cock, cum shooting onto your chest, stomach, and chin. “Oh, fuck me,” he groans when you dip your finger into Sam’s cum to lick it off your finger. “That’s it…I’m gonna fuck her so hard…”

Day 7

“Ride daddy harder, doll,” John’s hands paw at your ass, guide you up and down his thick length, making you gasp every time he presses against your g-spot. “I know you are tired, just one last load. I want to cum inside of you again, not all over your ass.”

“Or inside her ass,” Dean slaps your ass, making the cheek jiggle. “She’s so fucking tight there too. I could happily live in her ass.”

“Dean, that’s not the way to talk about her ass,” watching your head fall against his father’s shoulder Sam sighs. “But, let’s talk about the plan. What will we do now?”

“True,” the eldest Winchester grunts, thrusting up into you. “I suggest we go with plan C,” he pats your back when you whimper with every thrust. “Almost there, baby doll. Tell me if it’s too much.”

“I’m tired, daddy,” you snuggle into his chest, ignoring he fucks wildly into you to reach the peak. “Can you cum now? I wanna sleep, please.”

“Shit, she’s a naughty little slut. It’s decided, we are going to keep her,” barely awake you feel John’s warmth fill you, and someone’s voice calling your name or rather screaming it.

“Sleep, doll. You must not know what’s going to happen to your fine husband now,” John pats your back, gently runs his hand up and down your skin. “The stuff you put into her tea works fast. She almost fell asleep while I fucked her.”

“Maybe you are boring,” Sam shrugs while his brother presses the barrel of his gun into your husband’s back. “How about you try yoga? You could go for longer, old man.”

“I can still make her cum, Sammy,” John shifts on his seat, making you clench tightly around him. “Fuck, she’s still clenching around me.”

“What? Why is she still alive and—did you fuck my wife?” your husband growls. “I paid you to get rid of her, not to have fun first.”

“Dude, Winchesters do whatever they want and, we wanted to fuck your little brat since the first morning she walked into the kitchen, swaying her hips, getting me rock-hard,” Dean unlocks his gun. “Thing is, she’s a good lay, and to be honest, I like to fuck her more than any chick before.”

“In other words, we will not only not kill her, but we will also keep your sweet wife and make her ours,” John nods at Sam, silently telling him to bring you out of the room. “We will need to pack a few things for her. Call Jimmy and Benny.”

“Got it, Sir,” Sam lifts you off his father’s lap, groaning when John’s cum runs out of your cunt and drips onto John’s naked thighs. “How long will you need?”

“Not too long…”

“Tired,” you whine, tugging at Sam’s shirt. “Why are we in the bedroom,” you slowly blink your eyes open. “Where are the others? Did they already leave? WAIT! Matthew caught us while I was riding your daddy!”

“Calm down, Y/N,” Sam’s features soften when you glance at your left hand. “I removed it for you, kitten. I don’t think you want to wear your husband’s ring any longer. Now get dressed; dad wants to talk to you.”

“Wait—what’s going on?” jerking your head toward two strangers stuffing your clothes, jewelry, and random stuff they find into suitcases you frown. “Who are they?”

“Jimmy and Benny, now get dressed, or do you want them to see your naked ass too?” Sam teases. “Guys, give us a minute. Go to the bathroom and grab everything belonging to a woman.”

“Got it, boss,” the men leave the room to give you privacy. “Holler when you are done.”

“Kitten, get dressed and come with me,” Sam holds out his hand, sighing when you jerk away.

“Am I in trouble,” you whisper, fearing you did something wrong. “Are you mad at me?”

“Y/N, please just get dressed. Dad will explain the situation, okay. But no, you are not in trouble. You did so well for us…”

“There she is,” John takes your hand to guide you into your living room. “Sam, tell Benny and Jimmy to have look at the other rooms too. Grab everything belonging to her.”

“What’s going on?” confused you glance at your husband, who's currently restrained to a chair and gagged with one of your panties. The crotchless pair the Winchesters ruined on your first day together.

“You see, that fine man,” Dean punches your husband’s face, making you flinch, “wanted us to keep an eyes on you and find anything to make you look like a cheater. After we spend a month at this place, we knew you are a good girl.”

“Such a good girl,” John purrs in your ear, pecking it. “We told your husband that you are, in fact, not a cheater and that you try your best to make him happy.”

“Sadly, this piece of shit,” this time Sam rams his fist into your husband’s face, “wants you gone. One way, or another.”

“What? I don’t understand,” confused you hide your face in John’s chest to not watch his son’s taking turns in beating up your husband.

“He wanted you dead and gone, sweetheart,” you whimper when Dean steps closer to you to peck your neck. “Good thing we do not kill sweet girls. Or women in general, including kids, elderly people, and dogs. Maybe cats as I’m allergic…”

“You kill cats?” you sniffle, tilting your head to glance at Dean. “Really?”

“No, of course not. I was joking okay,” nodding you let Dean kiss your cheek. “Problem was, we could not leave without risking your husband hiring someone else to get the job done.”

“So—you fucked me to decide if you want to kill me?” 

“Nope, we did it to give your husband proof you are cheating on him but, while we were fucking you,” Sam smirks, slapping your ass, “we decided to not let that bastard get away with it. Kitten, we will keep ya.”

“You wanted to…and then…he wanted what?” your head is spinning, and you are close to losing consciousness. “This can’t be true.”

“The fuck-a-ton was a bonus, Y/N,” you roll your eyes at John’s comment. “I mean, your pussy is the best I had for the longest time. And I will not talk about your ass or I will.”

“B-astards,” your husband grunts behind the gag, fighting the ropes Dean used to retrain him to the chair. “My a—ss.”

“Ya think that’s yours?” Dean gropes a handful of your ass, making you squeal. “Nah, you are mistaken, buddy. That’s ours. I had it first and I swear, no man will ever touch it but me and maybe my family.”

“Dean, stop fooling around,” a gunshot makes your ears ring, you cry out, falling to the ground to crawl toward the couch to hide behind it. “What the fuck Dean?” John stares at the hole in your husband’s chest, gulping. 

“Dean, fuck! We wanted to let him disappear, not shoot him right in front of Y/N,” Sam runs one hand down his face, shaking his head.

“What the hell is wrong with you? You don’t just go around shooting people like that! That wasn’t the plan! I mean, we are fucked if anyone in this nosy neighborhood heard the gunshot, Dean,” John starts to pace the room, panicking a little whilst you slowly get up to glance at your dead husband.

“This house is soundproof,” you carefully step back toward John. “He liked to party with his stupid friends and the neighbors, they called the cops every time.”

“Soundproof, fuck me,” snickering Dean pokes your husband’s chest with his gun. “Dude, at least you did one thing right.”

“Dean, we will talk about your impulse control when we are back home. Now we need to be smart, get Y/N and her shit out of here before we call our favorite problem solver,” John rolls his eyes when Dean simply throws you over his shoulder, not a care in the world.

“We are mobsters, Sir. What did you expect me to do after he wanted us to kill his lovely wife?”

Day 10

“Bedroom, bathroom, anything you will need,” John shows you around his house, or rather the large mansion he wants you to call home from now on. “I know you must be confused, angry, and hurt, but my boys and I want you to stay with us. I promise we will always take good care of you”.”

“I need to know one thing, John,” you look up at John, holding his gaze. “Did you, if only for a few moments, consider killing me?”

“No,” he shakes his head. “I would’ve never hurt you, doll. Our business, it’s dirty, rotten, and dangerous, but we have rules. No hurting women, kids, or elderly people...and pets.”

“Good, then I’ll stay with you,” you twirl around to walk toward the bathroom. “Now I’m going to have a fucking long bubble bath and later, you will tell me everything about your deal with my husband, daddy.”

“If you let me join you in the bathtub, I’ll tell you every fucking detail,” John purrs, eyes drifting toward your ass. “So many details…”

“Same,” Sam and Dean grunt in unison, waltzing into your bedroom. “It’s a freaking large bathtub, made for—” Dean smirks when you slide your dress down your body, “fuck our girl good and help her relax…”

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[thejustmaiden]

So out of nowhere I was tagged and quoted by a SR shipper for a blog of mine posted in August of last year. Talk about throwback but, hey, gotta appreciate that level of snooping. 😉

Back in the day I actually used to encourage discourse amongst Inuyasha fans- both shippers and antis alike- but I've since realized that it's a lost cause. But for you, @feministmetalgreymon , I'll grant this exception. Just 'cause it's been a while so why the hell not. haha

I want to assure you, however, that nothing you say will ever convince me that Sesshomaru and Rin are meant to be together romantically or that the story intended it so. Nor will you find any validation here. You can ship them for all I care, but please for all that is good and holy while I have your attention try- I mean really try- to understand why it is so many of us Inuyasha fans are so against this pairing in the first place (newsflash: it's not about ship wars), and why we believe a romance between the two of them is completely and utterly out of character.

For those of you interested in reading this, the blog of mine in question that the above shipper mentions in their counter-argument is here for reference. It's titled "Jaken = Rin's Dad?" I'm going to try and keep this short, but I'm also making no such promises. After all, I'm not exactly known for my brevity. haha Now let's get crackin'!

Like you, feministmetalgreymon, did for your recent blog here where you took screenshots of mine to address certain parts, I will be doing the same and dissecting yours accordingly.

[Snippet 1]

I worked with kids for many years as a teacher, and many people in my family have too or still do. Two of them happen to be just over 5 feet which is quite short for the average adult woman living here. I've also worked alongside many a women of short stature, and never did I hear any of them complaining of issues with their students having difficulty differentiating them from their own peers just because they were short as well. I'm sorry but that's just ridiculous. Kids are quite smart and pick up on a lot more than you seem to give them credit for. Height is not the only characteristic they look at to determine who's an adult and who's not, and it's foolish to suggest otherwise. So unless you're a babysitter who's still in their teens and/or who has very childlike features or behavior then I'm afraid what you're getting at is total hogwash. This is just another example of how you shippers offer nothing of real substance to your reasoning, it's only ever cherry-picking or strawmanning from you guys. Stop deflecting from the real issues please, because this certainly isn't one and only winds up being a complete waste of time for all parties involved.

[Snippet 2]

Okay, calm down now. I wasn't insinuating that relationships between parents and children can't change over time in terms of how they get along. Of course that's possible, as all families experience their fair share of estrangement and abuse. What I was speaking about was in reference to the overall dynamic between the two. Because a bad mother or father can still be viewed as a parental figure to their child even if say they're not in said child's life anymore. Since Sesshomaru and Rin share a healthy bond- and just a friendly reminder that in my blog I even said that he doesn't have to necessarily be labeled her father but that a romantic relationship later would still be inappropriate- I didn't deem it necessary to address what you brought up. Plus, it kinda, umm, misses the point?? Please, let's stay on topic. And it's not captured in the screenshot, but stop acting like there isn't a small part of them that idolizes their parents at some point during childhood. Just like you mention later on how it's normal for kids to have innocent crushes on adults that they eventually grow out of? Well, guess what, the same concept applies here. Kids eventually learn that their parents are far from perfect and make mistakes too. Rin is so damn young in the OG series though that we never even get to see her reach that maturity level.

[Snippet 3]

LOL! Alright, okay, so the "unbreakable bond" bit you're mentioning was actually me quoting you sessrinners. Did you not catch that? I literally spelled it out. *sigh* The whole point I was making is that shippers like yourself make hypocritical and contradictory statements all.the.goddamn.time. One moment you guys claim that Sesshomaru and Rin were essentially strangers and meant very little to each other, only to say in the same breath a few seconds later that they were destined to be together and their bond is like no other. I agree, their bond is special, but why must that mean they're going to fall in love?

That is the root of the matter here. Too many animes/mangas have romanticized this older adult man & young girl growing up falling in love trope that it's become way too normalized and widely accepted across the world- and yes, in some cultures more than others. Sadly, you lack the awareness to recognize how this all works. You know how we know that? When we see that you shippers are so desensitized to sexualized images of girls in the media that you share posts like this one below which *subtly* imply a future romance although one half of that pairing is still just a child in the pic and then try and pass it off as cute. That's like super fucking problematic and it scares me that you can't see that (or deny you do). 🤢

After all that's said and done, Sesshomaru leaving Rin in the village with Kaede is to me the strongest indicator more than pretty much anything else he's done for Rin that proves he is her adoptive father. It's so funny to me how you somehow see the exact opposite though. 🤔 What I think is happening is that you got yourself on some squeaky clean ass shipper goggles fresh out of your little echo chamber. Because I hate to tell you, but what you're fantasizing is what you want to see and not what's actually there on screen or was written into the story. I'm strictly talking about Inuyasha and the manga of course. [For the TL; DR version skip to the last paragraph.]

Parents looking after their kids is what parents are supposed to do. A good parent will do anything to keep their child safe and ensure they are cared for, so what he did for her by leaving her there was in her best interests clearly. Besides, as a babysitter, you more than most people should understand that parents aren't always able to be there for their kids so sometimes others gotta step in to help. Haven't you heard of the saying, "it takes a village to raise a child?" Which in Rin's case is literally true! 😂 Sometimes kids are even sent off to stay with grandparents and that's who raises them instead. Or maybe they have to temporarily live with an aunt or uncle because their single parent's job requires they work out of town 4-5 days of the week so they're hardly home. But that doesn't mean that the parents care or love their kids any less, and it's foolish to assume that Sesshomaru must have thought very little of Rin simply due to the fact that he made the decision to leave her in the village. Come on, y'all are acting like he abandoned her there!!

It's just given the circumstances Sesshomaru finally came to learn that Rin traveling with him was no longer safe. I also like to think it's because he wished for her to live a more normal life and to learn how to fully trust humans again. Plus, continuing to travel with him as young as she was would have proven dangerous and unwise. Now for you to know all this and still manage to turn his past actions towards her while she was just a child into a romantic gesture is what boggles my mind. Regardless of how you look at it, from my perspective or your own, Sesshomaru is in the wrong. Either he's a father figure who impregnates his daughter at the young age of approximately 14. OR he's this man she used to travel with who maybe isn't a father to her but who nonetheless basically rapes her since kids her age can't consent to sex with an adult. Idk about you but it sounds to me like nobody here wins with either scenario we're given. In other words, you should be just as mad as we are. If only one side didn't choose to forsake their morals they know we both have in common for the sake of a ship. Welp. 🤷‍♀️

I agree, incest is disgusting but that's not the only problem we have with this pairing. A romantic bond forming between Sesshomaru and Rin would also constitute as grooming.

You realize that over the years he visited her in the village that he brought her gifts too and essentially watched her grow up right before his very eyes, right? I mean, I know you do, but I really shouldn't have to explain further why pursuing a romantic/sexual relationship with each other is plain and simple wrong. And before you say it's not because he didn't have any malintent, please understand that considering their history and power dynamic up to then that yes this is still considered grooming even if Rin supposedly "wanted it" or "made the first move." Whether you consider him her father or not, as the adult who took on a role resembling that of a caretaker in her early life- a critical developmental time for a child- Sesshomaru is obligated to turn down any advances by Rin and most definitely should not initiate any himself. As the first close adult figure she's had in her life since her parents died, it's unfathomable to imagine how Sesshomaru could go through with taking advantage of this young girl who was under his care and supervision since they met. To think he could be capable of betraying that trust sickens me to the core.

This. Now THIS is how a parent/guardian or a similar adult caretaker (babysitter, teacher, etc.) talks to a child. And, in turn, this is how some young children talk to adults. You'd be insane and delusional to deny it! We see it in our everyday lives, do we not? From where else do you think our stories draw most of their inspiration? Yes, obviously these fictional universes have aspects of fantasy that don't exist in the real world, but so how then do you suppose we're able to relate to them? The reason for that being is because these stories are written by people for people, so naturally there are going to be real life aspects embedded throughout. Sure, a little escapism doesn't hurt as we don't need to take everything so seriously, but ultimately we all need to recognize that the messages in the stories we tell matter. Most stories possess a combination of both light and dark themes, but when it specifically comes to the latter we gotta be careful with how we tackle this in children's media since kids are far more impressionable.

So if at the center of a story we have two of the main protagonists whose mom is basically their same age and to top it off she knew their dad when she was just a girl and who just so happened to help raise her, wouldn't you say that's beyond fucked up or at the very least so fucking weird? Like why would we think it's even remotely okay for our children to watch this garbage?? Really think about it. Try and be objective for once and think about how it would sound explaining this storyline to an outsider who's never watched IY or HNY. Well, antis have tried this before many times and we always get the same reaction: Ewww!

Like I said earlier, if you wanna ship it then fine, but 1) please stop seeking our approval or trying to change our minds - your ship wish came true didn't it, so why do you need us to validate it? 2) even though it's not canon, respect that we don't support this sequel portraying pedophilia in a positive light. It's harmful af to not only allow but glorify the continuation of sexualized images of young girls everywhere. And I shouldn't have to say this, but just because this trope is popular as you say does not make it right. Lolicon themes in the media have been an issue forever and it needs to stop. Yes, even some people in Japan or "the East" would agree. Shocker!

We're pissed off and rightfully so because Yashahime's TV rating is 14, not to mention it airs at the prime time kids in Japan watch TV after getting home from school. That's Towa and Setsuna's age, true, but if Rin being the mom when she's like only a year older than them (please don't argue w/ me about the math- antis have so far been right every time with it) is straight-up disgusting and not something we should be supporting or endorsing. Rin's a whole ass child!! Please don't start with the "but times were different then so her having kids at 15 is acceptable" argument either, because we've already debunked that and every other single excuse you guys throw at us. Besides, how or why would you expect young viewers to know these historical "facts" anyway, especially if as you suggest fiction doesn't affect reality so what does it matter? Yet here we are, arguing over a fictional show in real life almost a year and a half into the "Sesshomaru fucks?" sequel being announced. My ass, your ass, hell all our asses fiction doesn't affect reality!

Look, I do apologize if the tone of this blog came off as snippy or condescending at times. I do not wish you any ill will, it's just I'm not really sure what you expected to get out of all this besides maybe getting on my nerves perhaps. haha A lot of you shippers have been desperately scrambling to interact with us, lurking in our tags, jumping onto our posts screaming canon and getting so defensive even though you sought us out first. We've been sticking to our tags, so how about you stay in your lane too. By the way since we're on the topic, have you seen Twitter or Reddit?! SR shippers there are the actual worst and many Inuyasha fans (not just antis) have complained of not feeling welcomed to engage in fandom spaces anymore. Shippers swarm them and scare them off simply because fans don't like your ship and refuse to accept it. It's pathetic, really. No one should ever be bullied or harassed just because they don't like something you might. We're all fans of Inuyasha, aren't we? So let's act like it. Yashahime on the other hand, you guys are welcome to that pungent heap of trash. Fans have a right to criticize it too, but if you like it then good for you, so keep on liking it and don't mind us.

I'm almost done, but real quick back to Jaken! Let's not forget about how the official Yashahime website- which came out after my blog, mind you- described Jaken. This translation isn't the best one available but it's the only version a fellow anti friend could track down. They do recall a better one done by a native Japanese speaker who was also an anti, and that member confirmed that Jaken is indeed called Rin's babysitter. So you see, I was right in my interpretation. In the original post I did compare Jaken to a brother, but after talking to others (some comments can be found under said post) I did acknowledge that he's more of a reluctant babysitter who's not related. And if he's not at least a brother to Rin, then he's definitely not her father.

At the end of the day, the creator Rumiko Takahashi has the final word. Which is guess what? Hogosha. 💖 Probably should've just started out with that and saved us all the trouble, huh? Good day/night to you.

Papamaru bids you adieu now. 🤞