#it's sooooooo. ugh. still reading it though

[lawyeryuri]

I'm reading this fanfiction and the is mischaracterization is so off the charts I'm not actually sure if me and the author watched the same show

[decaflondonfog]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💜

omg hi this is so kind!!! thank you <3

well. i don't have thaaaaat many fics (says the girl who has like +60 fics under a different name fdjhghj) but this is still kind of hard!

growing pains (check please!, bitty/parse, rated e, 50k)

both like on the creating side of things, and in a final product sense, this is probably one of the things i've written i am most proud of. 50k is no joke. it just took over sooooooo much of my life, and i still think about them every day.

what are they up to? are they happy? is jack happy? is bitty's book super popular? has he met kent's sisters and nieces? their story was just... ugh. so so so important to me and felt so good to write despite the angsty bits and was also FUN. i had not had that much fun writing in such a long time!!

2. savage natures (aftg, mary hatford character study with a side of andreil, rated m, 6k)

my first aftg fic! it's funny because this would be a much different fic if i'd written it now (i'd be less of a coward and i wouldn't bother with the andreil plotline. i need more mary. alas.) but i'm still really proud of it and love it so, so dearly. i don't usually write 1st person pov but i really love the voice i gave mary here!!

3. geometric equilibrium (aftg, kandreil rated m, 10k)

canon compliant kandreil? i wanted to read it so i wrote it. this was the first fic idea i had after i read the books, even though i ended up posting savage natures first. it was really scary trying to get their voices right and jumping from pov to pov, but it was super self indulgent and i'm proud of it.

4. celly (aftg, ?? the pairing is whatever you want, rated t, 800 words)

i wasn't going to include this because it's only a ficlet but by god i love it. i was writing a different thing that day and had been studying exy rules for ages and then a pal filled my head with images of kevin being climbed like a tree and this was born! it's fun! go sports!!

5. a wreath of white lilies (aftg, kevin/allison, rated very e, 4k)

valentine's day funeral smut!!!!! WHAT'S NOT TO LOVE? i love writing unhinged shit like this. 10/10 would rec as a writing experience, everyone should go nuts every once in a while. it's good 4 u

[shhisp]

1.I read your hc about Alpha Kids education and I wonder how much of Grandma English not telling Jake about HIC was because she thought she still had more time. Like he was still very little when she died. But at the same time for me it makes Jake look very sharp that he managed to survive on that island. Buuut yeah, he wouldn't survive normal school (mood).

2. Im really curious if you have hc about Jake relationship with Jade? I'm still sad that them being penpals and clearly friends for years was ignored in Homestuck. They build murderbunny together! Best bonding time ever. Plus I bet that Dirk was veeeeeery jealous that Jake build a ROBOT with SOMEONE ELSE for SOMEONE ELSE.

1. I do think she told him ENOUGH about HIC that, like, he got a helping of generational trauma from both Condy and LE which I love because angst. I do think she would've told him more, though, when he was... you know, older. But I can just as easily see her not going into true graphic detail about the stuff she used to experience. You have Jake remembering vividly about her mother killing her dog, but she told of a more "fantastical" tale despite that detail, curiously enough. Jade has so much she just builds up inside of her that I don't think she'd ever say enough to make Jake feel as truly devastated as she knew he probably would. I imagine she told him about Bec first and foremost, which had Jake spiraling, the poor boy. She tried to tell him what she could without breaking his heart ):

2. I could probably talk about Jade and Jake and their relationship together for fucking ages and all the different dynamics, because imo there's an infinite amount of ways I handle them in my head! In which case I'll probably go into my favorite platonic dynamic for them post-game, which I've done a LOT of thinking over since 2017.

Platonic route aside I love Dirk being jealous of Jade anyway. Jake clearly went to his grandma first and foremost as his main source of comfort after such a traumatizing game and a messy breakup with a hint of sexual assault to boot, and this is more or less Hussie-confirmed! In the epilogues, out of all the direct pairs (John and Jane, Dave and Dirk, Rose and Roxy), Jade and Jake seem to be the absolute closest with each other! And the umm. Well the whole Harlenglish annual orgy thing which is....... MOVING ON!

I think she always ends up seeing him as more of her grandson than she does her grandpa, especially since they know each other as kids and all! Jake, though, just naturally seems to fit into the role of soft submissive boy raised by an awesome woman trope. He greatly idolizes her, just like he canonically does John, who I imagine he saw as more of a "Poppop" than Jane did, seeing as everything Jade told him about dear old John! It's honestly so adorable I could cry! Jake loves his family to bits and pieces and it's so... SO very wholesome.

I have my own ideas about how John would see Dirkjake working out ("EB: how can a black eye be consensual??") but Jade I think definitely Gets It more than anyone. That being said she is so horribly hard on Dirk anyway. That's her baby boy her grandpa her grandson her BROTHER!!! and she will aim a gun at him if he does something fucking stupid (and he does that a lot, I think.) Dirk however respects her to hell and back and he's like. Alright. If my boyfriend's grandma tells me to kill myself I'm gonna respect her wishes, because she's right. A lot of mutual respect remains between them all the same, imo, especially when their main goal is to just see Jake happy. I love them getting closer and starting to talk about their shared interests more than life itself as the years go by.

The conversation when he calls Jade about wanting to get out of his relationship in the candy route is one of my favorite parts between them and says sooooooo much, even if we didn't get it in canon Homestuck proper. He trusts her more than even Roxy, at that point, and that personally says so much to me. Ugh I love them. Even when they're only cousins in some AUs I make, they're always two peas in a pod that almost always share the same bed when they can.

I have some other ideas of course that would be better suited for another post, and some particular details for Grandpa and Jade and Grandma and Jake (likewise, very specific circumstances) but this is how I like to write their relationship in almost every regard. Jane doesn't strike me as very protective at all, much as I love her, but Jade and Jake will defend each other to the ends of the Earth. Jake basically threatened Dave in candy for not giving her a child, imagine if he BROKE HER HEART!!!

Harlenglishes 4ever. I would do anything for more content of them together. 😭

[captainaikus]

BELLEEEEEEEEEE ;;;;;; HENLOOOOOOOOOO i-idk if you've already received my message through your other account (or maybe tumblr is being a bitch yet again-) so I'll send my message here on your main! ╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯ pardon me for writing with grammatical errors I'm currently writing this at 1:38AM... and for writing it long-

I'm terribly sorry for not being able to be active around the time of your juicy event ;; we just finished our art exhibit and a loooooot of things happened inside the event! My previous colleagues appeared and said 'hi', someone bought my personal artwork (to my surprise), I had to fulfill some obligations to welcome guest and help in some stalls (mostly the alcoholic ones sooooooo that took a lot of guts for me, I just coped with it by looking at the happy expressions of our visitors), some alumnis visited as well (out of all the things we prepared for the event, they really loved how we still care about their past by showing them the panel filled with exhibit predecessors of our college course), and many more! It left a big impression on me and gave me a bit of confidence about what I do inside my career.

Next is.. YOUR 2K FOLLOWERS EVENT--- THE HOST CLUB EVENT WITH BLUE LOCK CHARACTERSSSS BCISMANFKKEKAMS OMAGAHHH THE UTTER DESPAIR THAT I FELT FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO PARTICIPATE - ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽ I enjoyed reading it though! Hehe~ >< especially the Rin and Nagi ones~ I think I can't even stop giggling so much inside the house or outside because I had to visit places for the exhibit (and omfg... The amount of times that I need to shift my phone unsuspectingly so that they can't see what I'm reading SKSKKSKSJFKEKSJFKSM ( ≧Д≦)

And speaking of Rin!! I am a Rin stan at heart and currently planning to buy many merch of him as much as I can so that I can build a little shrine of Rinnie in my room (even though I did hate him before) BUT THE MATCH-UP EVENT WITH NESS???? THE NESS WHO HAS AN OBSESSION WITH KAISER, THE MAGICIAN ITSELF... p-paired with.... m-me??? I- EHHHHHH?!?! (ʘ////ʘ’) ?! THAT SHORT DRABBLE IS MAKING WONDERS WITH MY BRAINNNNN ISTG. H-he kinda cute though- Although Him saying this line as he pins me on the bed, bites the tip of my ear, whispering- "Draw me like one of your french girls/draw me like one of your german boys" I- *shrinks into a size of a peanut 🥜 cuz of pure embarrassment* M-my mind & heart cannot process this but I gotta admit that-!!! after reading it... It felt so good ////////// (Rin, please don't murder me from my dream as I sleep later on ;; he's been appearing nowadays with Sae but they were fox people with reputations and there were two nations, the two of them aren't together.. I'll explain this next time if it's okii for me to share! ╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯))

AND YOU CHANGED YOUR THEME AS AIKU!! Still gives me yandere Aiku vibes and yandere Rin (I liked it!! ><💙)

Lastly, BLUE PERIOD!!! OMAGAHHHHHHH YOU KNOW THAT MANGA??? ;;;;;;;; I'm so happy that you do! Oh man... If it weren't for that masterpiece, I would stick to the course where my parents suggested instead of the course that I really want. Which part of the manga really stood out to you the most???? :3 Mine was the part where Yatora talked to his friend in a ramen shop and they discussed some things that UGH-😩 Really hit the spot and seeing how his friend just supported Yatora's decision and became inspired with his actions causing him to make a decision similarly as that???? YESSSSSSS 💙💙💙💙 Tsubasa Yamaguchi is such a good mangaka in both art and storytelling ;; I'm currently waiting for more Blue period content by not reading the recent release of translations and focus more on other stuff hehe~ The manga is just--- the first time I read it, I don't quite understand the content because of the jargons being used but I loved it and I enjoyed reading some panels over and over again. Blue period is like aa frickin love letter to artists and creative people alike! o((*^▽^*))o

I hope you're doing okii on your side of the world ╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯ I just saw that one of your fics have 100+ kudos already at AO3! HURRAY!!! and also, Congratulations for having 2K followers on Tumblr 🥳🥳🥳!!! YOU HELLA DESERVED ITTT I promise I will participate on your future events cuz interacting socially here is fun :3 !! Annndddd you're one of the reasons why I still have tumblr on my device wwwwwwww a-and can't help but feel honored that I got to talk with you like this .////. a-and you considered me as your m-moot (I just realized it just now) uwaaaaaaaaAHHHHHH ～(つˆДˆ)つ｡☆ please take good care Belle~

sorry for getting to this ask late mino - i have some matchup asks remaining from my other event n i just saw this :'< i'm glad that your art exhibit went well mon ange! <3 the host event was inspired by ouran high school host club - i had never watched that anime before n when i did, fell in love with Haruhi n the twins <3 i liked Mori senpai as well (yes i like cool men) I even had kyoya as my pfp for a bit then ; as for the ask events - i do them every time i hit a 100+ mini milestone, so there are a lot more to come you won't miss out :) and ofc! feel free to share your dreams - would love to read abt them (why did this remind me of Inuyasha) i very well paired you with Ness cause although he is obsessed with Kaiser, he reminds of a fiercely protective n loyal puppy who is also very cute draw me cause ik you draw - ness likes being the center of attention too yan! rin is out on my ao3 - aiku is yet to come (got a lot in store for him) but i'd probably be releasing that late cause i have a lot of yan! wips to get through - includes reo n nagi as well i had a wip for ness that started off as a writing prompt competition with my friend And yes! i do know blue period - i actually started watching it during my vacation about a year and a half back (ig?) n it was very appealing - esp yatora cause he wanted to go somewhere in life even if it was being an artist my fav part is always the beginning of every manga tbh - so when yatora talks to senpai in the room with her explaining primary colors used to make skin tone art i have to read more of the manga tho - been focusing on blue lock a little too much that i forgot other mangas are left unread *sigh*

Yes! I did reach 100+ kudos on fic - thank you everyone! <3 my day is going well - been feeling sleepy cause of work but i'm doing great! and yes you are my moot !- cause honestly, you show me support n drop by my inbox to send me messages that make my day 💗

[newyorkkiss]

probably should have posted this last week but forgot. but here is everything i listened to last month. very fruitful! i haven't taken in so much new stuff in years. alas, everything in red was a new listen for me and under thee cut is a rough outline on what i enjoyed and thought was mid. if anybody has any suggestions for this month i am pretty much down for anything :)

thee really, really good:

every wand album. especially golem, ganglion reef, plum and perfume. i'm still going fucking mad on listening to those even now – they're just so good. scratches such a deep itch i didn't know i had laying dormant. haven't spent enough time with 1000 days or laughing stock, unfortunately but they're great too! nearly 400 scrobbles since 16th of march, for what its worth. also help desk is great... literally NO misses from them wtf.

same goes for the one cory hanson album i listened to (the unborn capitalist from limbo) which felt like a dream. i'll get to his other two at some point during this month at least.

a silver mt zion's he has left us alone but shafts of light sometimes graces the corner of our rooms... was definitely something. like a long winded dreaded cold nightmare of desolation and isolation. it's fucking beautiful. easily an all time fave now but not something i would routinely come back to, that's for sure, for better or for worse.

otherwise great:

white reaper is pretty neat, i really enjoyed the roughness of white aura the most of the select things i listened to. what's really funny to me and important that i note is their spoon-adjacency and how they're elektra signees now. spoon walked and got dropped so white reaper could run. they paved that way. impactful icons much... but yeah i'll get to their two elektra albums at some point too. their new single is neat though!

finally getting to cola after having them in my mental back-burner for the last 2 years was good, too. i was a HUUUUUUGE fan of ought back in 2019 and deep in view does pick up nicely from where they ended with room inside the world. tim's vocals have refined so nicely over the years. it's a good listen. again, new single also great!

along with cola, thee oh sees has been on my mental back-burner for awhile too. floating coffin was the best of the three i listened to (can anybody guide me on where to go with their discog because it is so dense.) hammered/ing the everliving fuck out of minotaur, too.

goon was great! need to spend more time on them. but they're similar to wand and vibey as fuck. heaven is humming is the one, though. same goes for meatbodies, i see they have a new album so i'll get to that eventually too.

the mid:

the post-expo 86 wolf parade albums are sooooooo ugh. cry cry cry being the worst of the two, and worst of their discog overall. contains nothing that makes wolf parade, like you know, wolf parade? depressing and so boring... thin mind was more-or-less the same but it had at least some distinct wp elements.

lala lala's the lamb is so disjointed and quite messy. i didn't hate it, but i didn't enjoy it either. at times it reminds me of chastity belt (not a negative) but i don't see me returning to them any time soon.

menomena's i am the fun blame monster was nothing to write home about and i didn't even finish it lol. just think it's funny that two members have projects with members of the national – really didn't expect that.

the i forgot about this one:

kelela's cut 4 me... i put this on while extremely high and fell asleep shortly after. only put it on after trying to listen to thin mind which i got two tracks into and thought was one of the worst things i'd ever heard and had to turn it off before i ruined it for myself.

if u read my wall of text umm thank uuu ??? here is a cat pic as reward

[queenstormbornn]

Your thoughts on the first episode of HOTD?

I really enjoyed it. As a GOT fan, I really had cut ties with anything related to GOT but then I heard House Targaryen and I was intrigued and then I realized that D&D would not be welcomed back … I was like, oh? Then the trailers came out and I said, SAY LESS.

House Targaryen is and will always be superior. Seeing their banners all over King’s Landing, the dragon pit, the statues, and the altar for Balerion did make me a bit sad. Made me think this is what we could have had if GOTS8 went into a different direction. Daenerys and Jon ruling the Seven Kingdoms and restoring House Targaryen … *que adele* we could have had it all. 

For people who don’t watch or read George’s interviews … they should. I’m obsessed with watching reaction videos and I’ve watched like a million already for this first episode and one of the things that I’ve noticed almost everyone is that, they have this mindset of who is the hero and who is the bad guy. 

These characters are complex. You’re either going to love them, like them, or fucking hate them. 

Some could argue that some characters are good and they might be in certain definitions but they all have a goal – the Iron Throne and already in the first episode; it’s picked up that. I think a lot of fans are still in the mindset of the GOT show. It’s like, no. You have to remove yourself from that because you might be team blacks vs. greens but you’re going to find fault in every character bc they all do SHITTY and TERRIBLE things.

Also, Daemon’s dragon helmet. Ugh. IN LOVE. 

Despite that, it was sooooooo cool to see dragons again. Seeing fan arts for years and then finally seeing them on screen … no better feeling. I’m looking forward to seeing more dragons, especially one of my favorites, Vhagar bc she IS the Queen Dragon. 

As much as the show-writers have said that this is different from the show GOT it still has its similarities and it reminds you with its graphic violence and nudity. Aemma’s birthing scene was horrible and horrific but I do like how they tied it with the tourney. “The birthing bed is our battlefield” and it’s true. But two graphic scenes of just violence makes you feel like you’re watching the old GOT, plus, the nudity. 

I’m glad that they brought back Ramin Djawadi to do the score. The fact that he uses Daenerys’s theme but changes it a bit still gives me goosebumps. 

I also like the jabs the show made towards D&D and how wrong they got things or the direction they took GOT. This show, even though it’s been one episode, feels like what GOT should feel. The vibe/theme George had written. I feel like HOTD is his show. Though, I’m sure he’s still disappointed that the throne doesn’t look exactly how he wrote it – it looks so much cooler. The fact that we’re seeing it injure King Viserys, showing him an unworthy ruler; before Robert welding it down to make it easier to sit on; another unworthy gesture. 

I enjoyed the episode a lot and I am looking forward to the rest of the season, especially Emma’s portrayal as adult Rhaenyra! 

*if you want me to talk about the characters -- which ones I like and don't already, let me know!*

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

I'M HERE

Okay

Istg, one of these days billy will break and fuck her throat with no care. I will be the no. 1 supporter for that. 10/10 well deserved. 😭😭

Ugh, you're so real for that, you know there's a darkness in him that he's just WAITING to let go of. He'll just snap and she'll be throat fucked into next week.

Big talk for someone who's dick is so big it won't fit.

Hey now, he'll make it fit.

Why must it hurt?!?!?!!? Omg omg omg. The thingy you told me. THIS IS GONNA HURT IN THE FUTURE 😭😭😭😭

Deadass, I could have made this scene so much worse, and I wanted to for a moment, but I also couldn't bring myself to write it, but I think out of all my Billys, this Billy is one of the most affected by this aspect of his past. Even though he's got his revenge, he's still so terrified of being that powerless little boy. Power, is a big deal for Billy, especially in this fic.

CHELSEAAAAAAA.FAFAFAHHAAHAHGSGAHAHAAH

...yes?

Also, I wanna say that she felt his jealousy in that scene and reacted to it and I just love them.

While being stretched out no less. 😭😭😭😭

YEAH, SHE KIND OF WANTED TO PROVE TO HIM THAT SHE WAS INTO IT

He doesn't scare her, he never has, they're sooooooo ugh

Overthink away, my love, but don't think too hard LEST YOU FIGURE OUT MY PLOT LIKE YOU ALMOST DID THAT ONE TIME I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD AT READING INTO THE SHIT I SAY I'LL CALL THE POLICE I SWEAR.

Thank you for reading!

oh oh oh, special mention to the Scrooge McDuck line, because no one appreciates my jokes and I am funny dammit I laughed for like 10 minutes when I thought about that line.

Life is like a hurricane

An Altar For Our Sins

Part 9 // Masterlist

Warnings (18+): Nightmares (Billy’s past, and flashes of his attempted assault), angst, murder, torture, smut, oral, thigh riding, choking, bondage, use of dilators, tail kink, facials, cum swallowing, talks of body insecurity.

A/N: It's been a while but trust me this is worth it.

You’re reclined beside the pool, watching him as he carefully mixes drinks.

He moves with careless precision, easy, fast, as if he’d done it a million times before.

Something twists inside of you, arousal, followed by a deep warning.

This was the man that wanted to corrupt you.

To tarnish your morals, turn you into something you’d never seen before.

You wanted to let him.

You wanted to be every dark thing, you ached to be threads in his hands, to be created- or rather recreated by him. You wanted to be his medium, and allow him the moment to be the artist.

You adjust your body, covered by a fluffy robe, a modest bikini underneath. You’d been feeling a little self conscious as your cycle rolled around, the uncomfortable bloating was familiar around this time, making you feel exposed, even under the thick robe.

Yet still, you found yourself wanting him

The beach chair was reclined at a comfortable angle, the umbrella above sheltering you from the occasional sun.

With your eyes on him, watching him work quietly, cutting a wedge of orange for your glass, you lift one side of your robe carefully, pulling it open.

He pauses, knife halfway into the orange.

The corner of your lip twitches, reaching at the bond between you, flooding it with your arousal for him.

You watch his shoulders lift as he heaves in a large breath.

He hasn’t looked at you yet, and you know he’s going to try his best to seem unaffected, because reminding him of your power over him, makes him want to assert his power over you that much more.

It’s a fight you know is coming, somewhere in your future, where maybe you’ll pull at him, and he’ll pull back.

You push the other side of your robe off your body and he doesn’t react, you watch him pour your drink into a tall glass, garnish it with the orange slice and some cherries and turn to you.

You smile as he approaches, placing the drinks on the table beside you before fitting himself into your seat, angling his body so that you’re facing each other with no substantial space between you.

You hum, pressing your face against his clothed chest humming.

“You smell like oranges, Billy.” You take another deep breath, captivated by the smell, pressing your face deeper, “You smell so good.”

They really do smell delicious, the citrus filling your nose, flooding the back of your throat.

He raises a hand to cup your cheek, the heavy fragrance of it clinging to his hands. It makes you feel impossibly euphoric, and you don’t really understand why.

You look up at him, his dark eyes on you, he leans forward a little and you close your eyes, expecting a kiss.

“Careful.” He says softly, “You're playing with fire.”

You groan internally, excitement warming over your skin, clenching around nothing, your arousal being pushed down your bond unintentionally. 

You feel his fingers twitch against your cheek.

You open your eyes, looking up at him, finding the same desire in him that you feel.

“Does ‘fire’ want me to suck his cock?” You offer cheekily, blinking slowly at him in what you hope is a seductive way.

His expression is stern, but you simmer with delight as you feel his arousal returned through your bond. Like a hand, sliding over your skin, you grin at him when you realise he's not as unaffected as he tries to seem.

He doesn't say a word, instead his hand drifts over your shoulder, down to settle on your hip.

“You're such a little brat.” He hums, and you laugh, leaning into his chest.

After a moment, you feel him tug at the robe.

“Aren't you warm?” He asks.

Truthfully you were a little, but God, your body did not want to cooperate with you today.

“I'm alright.” You hum lightly.

“You're lying.” He informs matter-of-factly.

You make a frustrated grunt. Cursing the bond.

“Bloated,” you try to explain quickly, “I just feel out of it today. I might have gained weight.”

“I don't understand the problem.” He says, his tail snaking around you to keep you close.

“Just uncomfortable in my skin, it happens sometimes.”

“Is there anything I can do to make it better?”

You smile fondly.

“I'll be okay, I just feel a little insecure about my body, you know?”

“Not really.”

You look curiously up at him.

“You've never felt self conscious about the way you look?”

He thinks back for a moment, before shaking his head.

“I've never had to worry about it, my whole human life I'd always been told how good I looked.”

“Lucky bitch.” You say with mock spite.

He lets out a breath of amusement.

“I think I was more insecure about my wealth back then, none of it was ever enough. I'd be dressed as nicely as everyone else and still feel like I didn't belong.”

You reach out to squeeze his hand in comfort. There really was no way to reassure him. You couldn't even tell him his life was better now, he was literally a demon from Hell.

You wanted to tell him that he belonged with you now, but maybe the reminder of his ownership wouldn't help.

“Growing up,” You offer, “literally everyone had something to say about my body. I was either too skinny at one point, too chubby, too muscular, my thighs were too thick, my stomach- honestly the judgement carried out on women's bodies is ridiculous.”

He nods beside you, raising a hand to run his fingers over your cheek.

“The judgement is awful,” he agrees, “but I hope you know that you've always looked beautiful to me.”

You give him a thankful smile.

“And you, have always been the most powerful man in the room to me.”

You feel your stomach flip, it makes your smile grow wider.

“I'm not more powerful than you though.”

You glance away, looking at the shimmering pool.

“Well, if you wanted to be, I'd let you.”

He grips your chin, turning your head back so that your eyes meet his.

“What do you mean by that?”

You swallow, voice barely above a whisper.

“If you grew tired of me, and wanted your freedom, I'd give it to you.”

His grip on your chin tightens.

“Are you saying you'd die for me to be free?”

You blink, a slow incline of your head.

“I'd rather die than force you to be here if you didn't want to.”

He takes a moment, looking for the right words, trying to read you like words on a page.

“That's your insecurity talking,” he says, a minuscule amount of anger curls at the base of your spine, “There's no universe where I don't want you. Serving you for the rest of my life would be a privilege, mistress.”

You let out a shaky breath, pushing your body up so that your mouth meets his.

Your lips blister with the sparks of his touch, arousal swelling like a wave, desire pulling at you, grabbing at your ankles to take you in its current.

He sits up, hovering over you, eyes ablaze with fiery passion.

He tugs at your robe and it evaporates in a puff of purple, you gasp as your body gets the cool air it's been needing.

You look at him, as his eyes look over you, studying your body, wrapped in the modest swimsuit.

You watch his tongue dart out, licking slowly at his bottom lip, a strand of hair threatening to fall between his eyes.

“You are very, very beautiful.” He finally says.

You feel your nether regions pulse at his words, willing him to say more through the bond, trying your best not to look down, to shy away.

He leans in, hands gripping at your thighs, squeezing the flesh of your hips.

“I'm so glad you're made the way you are.”

A seed of hope settles within you.

“Why?” You ask.

“Because it's your body, and your body is perfect, but also…” He trails off.

You push yourself into a sitting position expectantly.

“Yeah?”

He gives you a dangerous grin, leaning in till his nose touches yours.

“I can fuck you, however hard I want, and you won't break so easily.”

Your mouth parts in surprise, going dry, so much desire packed into your head, making you feel like you're swimming in cotton.

“Does this mean you're going to start teaching me how to take you?”

He takes a sharp breath, eyes going ruby red in the span of seconds.

“Yes,” he says on impulse, his cock, rock hard and aching, “let me give you your first lesson right now.”

He grips your hips, switching your positions until you're straddling his midriff.

“Get naked for me.” He orders, and you obey, stepping away from him to eagerly peel your suit from your skin. When you turn back, you find that he's lost his shirt and his pants, his cock standing up in the open air.

Your mouth waters.

“C-can I-”

“-No.”

You pout.

He gives you a sharp grin.

“Come sit.” He says, patting his thigh.

You swallow nervously, approaching him, trying to figure out his plan of action.

When you get close enough, he reaches to grip your hips, he kisses your stomach before guiding your knee over his body until you're straddling him, his cock fitting snugly between your thighs.

You stiffen for a brief moment, a little worried that he would enter you before you were ready.

“I'm not-”

“-I know,” you cut him off with an apologetic smile, able to read him, understand him so easily now with almost no effort, “It’s only a reflex.” 

He lets out a soft breath, raising a hand to smooth the tips of his fingers across your cheek, you close your eyes as you feel the tingles spread across your face.

“That's the first lesson. Don't be scared of taking me.”

You blink several times, refocusing on him, trying to figure out how he could possibly know something like that. 

You'd never given it a name, or even thought about it, but you were scared, scared of letting someone in, scared of the pain it might cause.

He holds your hips, pushing them back a fraction, to pull them forward again, your mouth drops open as pleasure erupts from between your legs as his cock glides against your sensitive centre.

“I know you, mistress, I can feel that small touch of fright everytime I get too close. I want it gone. I want you to trust me.”

“I do trust you,” you pant as he continues rocking your hips, “It's just a little bit of paranoia kicking in, my brain just makes me worry about the ‘what ifs’”

“I understand sweetheart, but if you're taking me, and you get scared, it'll only make you hurt worse. So I need you to trust me, I need you to relax for me. I need you to understand that I'd choose Hell over having you be afraid of me.”

You groan, tipping your head back, your hips beginning to undulate on their own.

“Good, mistress, rub that little pussy on my cock, don’t worry about anything else.”

“Feels s’good.” You whisper, doing more and gasping in surprise when the tip of his cock bumps your clit.

“Yeah?” His hands tighten their grip, “You like using me, mistress? Do you think you can cum like this?”

You're not even sure if the answer is yes, but you nod anyway, with Billy, anything is possible.

His hands on your thighs, over your hips, you hear him grunt, feeling an immeasurable amount of want in the back of your head.

“You’re so fucking soft,” He grits out, hands gliding up to cup your breasts gently in each hand, “Every part of you is divine.” 

You whine, aching for more of his praise, wondering, if his words are more effective than your motions are.

You beg him silently to continue.

His fingertips brush your shoulder, trails down your arm.

“Every time I look at you, I’m thinking about how much I enjoy touching you, and tasting you, and feeling your perfect body shudder and shake. Those sweet eyes, begging me, always fucking begging me- “ You feel him tremble below you, before his fingers grip the flesh of your behind firmly, manipulating your hips into moving faster, the head of his cock gliding right over your entrance, a surge of bliss washing through you with such suddenness that your back straightens in surprise.

The temptation of being full of him, the nearness of this sinful act, feels euphoric, pleasure filling your head as he catches on the rim of your cunt for just a moment. You whine, wanting to hear him speak more, no fear in your body as he glides easily between your legs, your arousal coating his cock evenly.

“You have no idea how desperate you make me,” Billy continues, almost rambling, your soft cunt eager on his cock, he feels himself throb, body begging, unable to get what it wants.

“Nothing will stop me from having you, nothing will keep me away.” He grits. “I don’t care how long it takes, or whatever changes. You’re mine. This thick, perfect body is mine. You belong to me, and I am going to relish claiming you when the time is right.”

He comes at the same time you do, ropes of his own spend splashing against his lower abdomen and all between your thighs and cunt. You gasp, looking down at the mess you’ve made, feeling it smeared onto your body, shared fluids mixing together between your thighs as you both breathe heavily in an attempt to catch your breath.

Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, watching his cum be wasted like this. You swipe a shaky finger through the mess, bringing it up to your lips. He groans as he watches you taste the evidence of his pleasure, sitting up suddenly till you're face to face. 

“From the moment I saw you, I knew I wanted you. There's never been any doubt to me, of how beautiful you are, mistress.” You look into his dark eyes as his hand comes up to cup your cheek. You swallow, hypnotized by the depth of the emotion in his eyes, feeling it seep into you, intoxicated by him.

Your eyes flutter closed as you lean in, vulnerable to him, unable to stop until your mouth meets his.

Your demon.

You smile against his mouth, something… something you can't put words to enveloping every sense you have, his kiss, mouth melding perfectly with yours until you swear that all you can feel is him.

You break the kiss with a gasp, head against his chest, a hum of satisfaction leaves you.

His tail loops around your waist, keeping you still, your naked bodies pressed tightly to each other. You tug at the bond, and you smile when he gives his own pull in response.

“I'm glad you're here with me, Billy- and I know that sounds selfish, you've been through so much- but just the thought of us never meeting each other-” you cut off with a frown, not wanting to make it seem like you were happy that he went through what he did.

“I'm- I'm glad we met.” You murmur finally, looking up at him apologetically for your words.

He lets out a slow breath of amusement, watching you stumble over your words.

“You're acting as though you haven't suffered as well. Suffering is a part of life, mistress, Hell is everywhere. Some people suffer through life and never get close to what you and I have.”

The words are hard to say, but you manage to find the strength.

“What do we have?” You ask cautiously, hoping to hear him echo your own feelings.

He breathes, wrapping his arms tightly around you, crushing your body to his.

“Each other.” Is his simple response.

.

Each other.

You smile, the words echo in your head. Beside you, he sleeps soundly, one arm over his middle, your legs tangled together beneath the sheets. 

You sigh, curling into him, wishing you could sort through the chaos in your head. All the things that have happened, the things that brought him to you. You were not happy they occurred, but you wouldn't change anything, if it meant you would lose him. How could you hate your past and be glad it happened? It was a very strange place to be.

If they had summoned any other demon, you would be dead or worse now. 

Instead? 

You sigh, half asleep and reaching for him in your head.

Instead you were here, warm and safe and protected from anything the universe could throw your way. All because of the man, the demon, sleeping in bed beside you.

“You're one pretty kid.” a gruff voice says. 

You gasp, eyes springing open. You're not in bed anymore, standing in the doorway of a locker room, a little boy a few feet in front of you. You can see his face in the mirror, one of confusion and mild fear. 

Beside him, a man places a hand on his shoulder. It looks affectionate at first, but you soon realise that there’s no love there, only perversion.

You take a step forward, wanting to separate the figures from each other. You move faster when you see the man's hand raise to cup the boy's face. No matter how fast you move, you're still in the same spot and after a few moments, you stop, realising that you're not getting anywhere. 

Everything flashes next, like a video game with a low frame rate you see flashes of the boy being advanced upon, watching him fight back and hold his own for a few moments, before the man finally gets angry.

You scream when the boy is thrown to the ground, fighting whatever force holds you back, trying to get to the little boy, his blood splashed on various items around the room. When the man is done, he simply washes his hands and leaves. It's only then, that you're allowed entry into the scene you're watching.

You get to the little boy, lying on the ground, just as he shifts, and your breath stutters in your throat as he turns into the man you know today, right before your eyes.

“Billy?” You whisper in horror.

He sits up, his eyes have gone fully black, blood still splashed on his mouth and hands, face already bruising from his previous ordeal.

He stands, not sparing a glance at you, he stalks out of the room.

You follow, unsure of what's happening but knowing you were safest with your demon, regardless of whether he could see you or not.

The man is older now, when Billy grabs the back of his shirt and lifts him as though he weighs nothing, you note that his hair has slivered and his skin has wrinkled.

Billy's voice is rough, angry, he presses the man against a wall, fingers around his neck.

“How many?” He asks, the horns on his head getting larger, his nails getting sharper.

The man's face goes red, he kicks and cries, eyes wide as he watches Billy's demonic face.

His nails sink slowly into the man's neck. You gasp, turning away, unable to look at the horrors happening.

You hear it, the screams, the gushing of blood. Your breathing speeds up, you raise your hands to cover your ears as the sound echoes, multitudes of screams fill your ears, panic in your heart, wishing you were home, away from all of this pain and suffering around you.

You say his name, a quiet whimper, wanting your demon more than anything.

Hands wrap around your wrists, forcing your hands from your ears, you look up with tear blurred vision, to find a terrifying version of your demon looking back.

“Wake up.” He says to you, his voice cutting through the multitudes.

You gasp awake, sitting up, heart racing in your chest. Beside you, he sits up too, making you jump in surprise.

He looks normal now, no trace of the terrifying demon from before, you gasp loudly, struggling to breathe.

“What the hell-” You gasp, trying to articulate your thoughts.

His hand brushes your arm, you jerk in surprise, turning to look at him. He blinks, drawing back, feeling rejected by you. 

You grab his hand before he can retract it all the way, you find difficulty in speaking, shoving your tumultuous feelings down the bond so that he knows none of it is directed towards him.

He blinks, inclines his head in understanding, keeps his hand in yours.

Your heart is still racing, trying to understand what you've just seen, wondering how you've seen it.

“Did all of that really happen?” You ask softly.

“Mostly.” 

“That kid… that was you.”

“Yeah.”

You turn to look at him. He looks back with cautious vulnerability, an expression that you can tell is hanging on to your every word.

“That's why too much attention makes you uncomfortable. Those scars on your shoulder-”

He nods, confirming your suspicions.

Your face twists into one of pain, eyebrows drawn, mouth curved into a frown. You lean in, wrap your arms around your demon’s shoulders and you squeeze tightly.

He lets out a puff of air, hands wrapped around your waist to crush your body to his.

Your hand grips the back of his head, fingers carding through his soft hair, you turn your head, kissing his cheek, his temple, trying to apologise to him for something you didn't do.

You don't know what to say to him, what will make this better, you know that he's probably thought about everything you could possibly say.

Still, you have to say something, knowing that he has to hear it from someone that's not himself.

“I'm sorry.” Is what you finally settle on.

Muffled into your neck, he shakes his head.

“It's okay.”

“It's not. You didn't deserve that, no one does. I'm sorry it happened.”

He's quiet for a long moment.

“For a long while, I really thought I did deserve it.”

You feel a sharp pain spear into your heart at the thought, you squeeze him tighter. 

“You were just a kid.” You whisper, voice cracking, “You were so small, you couldn't be more than ten. This was not your fault.”

You feel the anger overtake you next.

“Did you kill him?”

He says your name softly, and through the bond, you feel his reservation to disclose details that might unsettle you. 

“Tell me, demon. I won't run.”

“When I was older, he passed me in the street, didn't recognize me. My left shoulder doesn't settle properly and he didn’t even remember my face.” 

“I broke in, waited for him to see me, for him to remember who I was, but he'd done it so many times all the faces of his victims blurred together. I shoved a bat through his chest, and when I found him in Hell, I didn't have any mercy.” 

You bend your head, kissing the first piece of him you can get to- his horn- his hands tighten around you.

“I'm proud of you.” You say into his ear, and you feel him shudder, warmth wrapping around your spine, feeling him reach for you, and eagerly, you reach back.

What do you and I have, demon?

We have each other.

.

In the morning, after a luxurious breakfast in a pile of pillows on the jetty, you lie beside him, sated and full, finally finding the willpower to ask the questions you've been wanting to ask.

“Last night, how did I see those things?”

He breathes out a slow breath of air.

“You were in my dreams.” 

You blink, deep in thought.

“How did I get there?”

He makes an amused sound.

“Hell if I know, mistress. This thing between us, I've never had one for this long. I don't know how far it can go.”

You look up into his dark eyes, tugging playfully at the link you share until the corner of his mouth twitches, and you feel your pull reciprocated. 

“Do you think- could we visit Father Matt again? Just to see what he knows?” 

Something burns in your chest, the feeling is sour, similar to the symptoms of acid reflux.

“We don't have to.” You clarify, figuring that this sensation wasn't your own, but belonged to your demon.

“No, we should, he might have books on demonology that could help.”

You give him an apologetic smile, leaning to kiss his cheek softly.

“That's my good demon.” You praise.

You hear his deep intake of breath, and when you peek at his face, his eyes have gone full black, veins of dark blood spread from his eyes, fizzling out across his face.

“Mistress.” He says roughly, His voice having dropped a few octaves, a deep and unfamiliar sound that makes your lips part in surprise. It's a warning, you realise, that you've said something to elicit such a potent reaction.

It reminds you of the dream, of the way he looked- a monstrous version of himself.

He turns his head to study you, your heart pounding faster in your chest as you feel an enormous amount of arousal seep into you through the bond.

Your nether regions warm in response, eager to push his limits, to really see his full demonic capabilities.

“Which part of that excited you?” You whisper softly, aching for friction between your thighs, “That I called you good, or that I called you mine?”

He growls, a deep grovelling sound that leaves his throat, one of frustration, of endless desire, of warning. 

Both, you assume, when the black veins worsen, spreading down his neck and into his shirt. 

You study the beautiful veining, the way they spread like branches of a tree over his skin, you bite down on your bottom lip, excitement beating in your heart.

“You like being good for me?” You ask, reaching up to tug the collar of his shirt down, examining the veins further.

He doesn't answer, breaths laboured, his hands curling into fists, fighting himself.

You reach down, gripping one of his hands to bring it to rest on the space below your ass, skin simmering with delight at the feel of his hot hand.

“Answer me demon.” You prod.

He grunts, tipping his head back, closing his eyes.

“If you don't stop. I'm going to ruin that little cunt.” He warns.

“You don't scare me.” Your voice holds a hint of defiance, “You're always telling me that I'm the most powerful person in the room. You're my demon, and I want an answer.”

His eyes open, zeroing in on you, he reaches for you with his free hand, tangling it into your hair, pulling you forward until you're practically in his lap.

“Call me your demon one more time.” He growls, “I dare you.”

You swallow, having never tormented him in this way, excited to see where this would get you.

With your cunt achingly wet, you lick your lips.

“Fine.” You say softly, with an appearance of giving up. You pull from his hold, rising to your feet. He watches you carefully, no doubt that he can feel the mischievousness hidden beneath the surface of your skin.

Standing on the jetty, the sea breeze blowing through your hair, you begin to walk away. When you're almost to solid ground, you turn back with a grin.

“You're my demon, Billy Russo!” You shout, to be heard over the din of the ocean. 

You expect him to stand and chase you, but when you turn to run from him, you gasp in surprise as you crash right into him.

It's so much worse now, the veins have spread to cover his hands, and you wonder absentmindedly if they've spread over his cock too.

He looms over you, somehow feeling significantly larger than you, even in this open space. 

His breaths are laboured, and when he parts his lips, you catch a hint of sharp canines.

This, was the demon you'd seen in your dreams.

You take a step back hesitantly, you can feel the phantom touch of his arousal moving around you, your skin sensitive and warm, sparking at your desire in response.

“Where are you going, mistress?” He reaches for you, gripping your hips in his hands to bring you closer. You look up at him with wide eyes, feeling so deliciously trapped.

“Your demon wants to play.” He taunts, his voice sending trills through your heart. He dips his head, and you realise what he wants, rising onto your toes in response, angling your head upward, eager to kiss this version of him.

You think it's going to be aggressive, but it starts slow, your lips moving gently against his, feeling the desire grow inside of you till you're reaching up to cup the back of his neck.

It's what he's waiting for, he makes a hum of approval before you feel his influence wrap around you, the air going from breezy to still, the sound of crashing waves changes to one of falling rain.

You draw back, finding that he's back to his normal self, dark brown eyes, rosy skin, free of black veins.

He watches you as you look around next, mouth dropping open in surprise as you take in the surroundings.

There's a very large telescope elevated behind Billy, pointing up at the glass domed roof. It's night here, and through the murky glass, you can just barely make out the ripples of cascading rain on glass. There’s one area of the roof that's got heavy plaster smeared on, no doubt sealing the roof from ever opening for the telescope again. 

There are candles spotted throughout the room that helps you see all of this, and when you turn, you gasp in shock at the beautiful sight before you. 

What catches your eye first is the circle of stained glass, your heart squeezing at the resplendent scene it depicts. Fractals of blue glass, every shade you've ever seen, compiled to form an image of the night sky, interspotted with yellow glass to represent stars, and an ivory, almost pearlescent circle to symbolise the moon.

On the outskirts of the mural, are swirling yellow pieces of glass, indicating that within the glass piece, the sun is nearby. The mural is large, and where it ends, the art continues on in coloured tile intermittently dispersed throughout the walls and floor. 

You don't get a chance to study that, because at the base of the stained glass, a bed, draws your attention next.

It's low to the floor, set into a circular wooden frame, surrounded by flickering candles. 

Dark green sheets, you giggle when you feel his hands snake around you, his lips finding their way to your neck.

“Do you bring all your mistresses here?” You tease.

He rumbles in disagreement.

“Only the ones that call me theirs.”

You huff out a laugh, heart full, swaying as he continues to kiss your skin.

“What is this place?” You ask softly, staring at the glass, in the dark, you can’t see anything more.

“It was part of a monastery nearby, back when they studied the heavens in an attempt to understand God. If the rain stops, you can probably hear their singing echo through the mountains.”

You let out a soft sigh.

“And they just forgot about it? That's terrible. Look at this place.”

He hums in agreement.

“It's actually one of the more spiritual places on earth. There are a couple, but this one has been gladly lost to time and reclaimed by the forest.”

“Why here?” 

He's silent for a long time.

“Before you, this was the closest I'd thought I'd get to heaven.”

You lips part, you turn your head to meet his eyes.

“What? Me?” You whisper, almost afraid to say the words out loud in fear that he comes to his senses and takes them back.

He turns you, hands gripping your shoulders tightly, all calm touches lost to desperation.

“You.” He confirms, tucking his fingers under your chin to tip your head up.

The kiss that follows makes your knees weak, you cling to him, gasping as your mouth works against his, feverish kisses that stop you from thinking, his tail wrapping around your thigh to keep you close like it always does.

It's familiar, but brand new, you can feel the way his need burns inside of him, like a fire that won't go out, it sparks yours, and feeds into his, like vicious and consuming cycle.

You make it to the bed next, trapped below him, his mouth never leaving yours, you're not sure how you got here, but you're not complaining.

Moaning into his mouth, you push your body into a sitting position, feeling the bed dips as he adjusts his body to sit beside you. 

His thumb presses into the side of your mouth, hooks against your teeth, pulling your jaw open. 

He pauses, stares at you for a moment while your tongue drags along the tip of his tongue.

You’re on the brink of insanity, you feel so intertwined with him, body crying out for any bit of him that it can get.

He slots his thumb between your teeth, your eyes falling shut as you breathe heavily around the appendage, sighing easily when he delves his rough tongue into your mouth.

All you can do is take, enjoy the feeling, unable to really reciprocate. 

It’s messy, barely a kiss and more of an enjoyment of your surrender to him.

“Tell me again.” He hums, slipping his thumb from your mouth, holding your jaw in place purposefully. You blink slowly, trying to understand what he’s saying.

“Say those words to me again.”

“My demon.” You say easily, looking up at him.

You watch his eyes go black once more.

He slides to his knees in front of you, reaching up to tug your bottoms off, you lift your hips to let it happen.

“Need to taste you, mistress.” He mumbles, as if it explains his feverish movement. 

He kisses the inside of your knee when he finally gets your legs bare, sighing in bliss each time his mouth meets your skin.

“You’re so soft. I love it. I never want to stop touching you.” 

You groan his name, his words melting right into your heart.

He knows what he's doing, praising you relentlessly because he likes the feeling of your reaction to it, a warmth spreading out from the deepest parts of himself.

His hands squeeze gently at your thighs, enraptured by the feeling against his palms.

Leaning closer, his warm breath tickling your mound, you shiver when he kisses the inside of your thigh.

“So good for me.” He praises, grins when he feels your reaction, “You're so beautiful.”

You shudder out a breath.

Reaching down, you grip his horn with a groan, trying to urge him into moving faster.

He accepts your guidance, you part your legs wider for him to fit between them, and after a moment, he guides your legs over his shoulders.

“My mistress.” He rumbles, dark eyes flitting to you before he presses his mouth flush to your cunt.

You feel his delight, tilting your head back, gasping at the level of enjoyment he feels. 

His tongue slides against your clit, sparks erupting in your head, you feel your body fall back onto the soft bed, a boneless mess.

He pauses, chuckling, retracting his body so that he can shift you, adjusting you till your head is pressed against the soft pillows, looking up at the curved ceiling.

His head pops into your vision, chest bare, he must have taken his shirt off at some point.

“Comfortable?” He asks softly.

You bite down on your bottom lip, nodding.

“Good,” he leans in to give you a quick kiss, “Enjoy.”

Your shirt disappears in a flash of purple, his mouth descending on your shoulders.

It's amazing, the way he feels, the delight coursing through his body as he touches you, the way it makes you more sensitive, makes you feel so much more desirable.

He trails soft kisses down your body, until he's back between your thighs, mouth exploring the most intimate parts of you.

It feels too good, you grip the sheets as his tongue works over you, kissing, licking, wet sounds of his tongue reaching your ears along with the sound of falling rain.

When you get too close to the edge, you sit up, making him pause and look up at you from between your thighs.

“I'm not ready to come yet.” You whisper, aching to prolong the feeling of this, the way you feel him and the way he makes you feel yourself.

He smiles in understanding, dipping his head, slows the pace of his tongue, explores you instead, delves into the most primal parts of you.

You tremble, the yearning so intense that your body shakes, and yet you close your eyes, and feel him, the demon between your thighs and the delight that fills him, the devotion.

You cry his name, feel tears slip from your eyes at the intensity of everything, your body aching for release while your mind demands you feel every second of denial.

You're everywhere, all at once, expanding from one singular point, he moves your legs over his shoulders, hands wrapping around your hips to hold your body tight to his face, cunt pressed flush to his eager mouth, the way it was always meant to be.

He moans, the vibrations soft against you, and then he moans again, delight and adoration coming from him.

Your head sinks deeper into the pillows, body arching, his fingertips pressed to your mound, holding you fast as you lose control of your own body.

You raise a hand, pressing it to your mouth on instinct to fight the scream you're no doubt going to release. An invisible force grabs your wrist, pinning your hands to either side of your head.

Trapped, you can only wriggle and his tongue licks over your clit, sliding from side to side, speeding up ever so subtly.

He hums again, and it's that low, delicious feeling of his desire that reverberates through your bones, locking them into place as your release slams into you.

Your back arches so forcefully that you swear you'll dislocate something, mindless whimpers and moans leaving your lips.

He keeps licking gently over you, soft, careful, attentive in a way that makes you grind against his tongue to prolong your orgasm.

When it's over, your body relaxes, panting, desperate for air, your heart pounding in your head, the back of your neck feverishly hot. You feel his invisible hold on your wrists release you.

He withdraws a little, kissing at the tops of your thighs, chin wet, leaving cool little spots over your hips as well.

You tilt your head to look down at him. You've never felt so many emotions before, yours and his, blending together in your head because you feel the same things.

“I would gladly do that forever.” He finally says, looking up at you.

You let out a breath, reaching a hand out to him, hoping that he can read your mind and know what you want.

He smiles, obliges, crawls his way up your body and covers you with his larger one, burying his face into your neck as your jelly arms wrap around him.

It scratches an itch in your brain to feel his large form over you like this, you feel so safe, protected, and something deeper, too deep to name.

“I'm not done,” he finally says into your hair, “Remember when I promised to teach you how to take me?”

Your breath hitches.

“Yes?”

He raised his body a little so that he can look into your eyes, the flickering of the candles reflected in them.

“I've got some… items to help you.”

He turns his head to the side, and when you turn to follow his line of sight, you see five phallic shaped objects lined up, the smallest being the width of two of your fingers and the largest being… just a little smaller than his actual member.

You gulp.

“Don't be scared,” he says, no doubt feeling your trepidation, “I won't hurt you.”

That, you believed. You turn to look at him, nodding your head, indicating your eagerness to begin.

He smiles, reaching for the smallest one with his tail. You lose sight of it, before you gasp, feeling it running along the seam of your cunt.

You look up, into his eyes, watching him watch you.

“You're so wet, this one will go in easy.” 

He proves his point by notching it against your entrance, twisting it slightly to coat it in your arousal.

It's like his fingers, you determine, mouth dropping open in delight as the object fills you.

“Breathe.” He guides, and you do, feeling him move the object in and out, pumping it into you slowly until you shudder, easily accepting this size.

“That's good, mistress, this isn't so scary, right? You just have to relax and trust me.”

You swallow, nodding, eyes locked on his. 

He withdraws this size from you, reaching for the next size up- the approximate size of his tail.

This one takes a little bit more effort, but it doesn't hurt, and you drop your head back, moaning as euphoria overtakes your body.

He chuckles above you.

“Yes, you're used to this size as well,” he whispers, pumping the shaft of the object deeper and deeper into you.

You whine, toes curling, a spot deep inside of you aching, threatening release long before you're even ready.

“Already, mistress?” He clicks his tongue in disappointment, you can feel that he's just teasing you, but his words still draws another high pitched keen from you.

“I'm not even trying, you're just that needy, hmm?”

You nod your head eagerly, feeling him drag the silicone object out and then back in, pushing it fully into you.

“Fuck- Billy- I'm-”

“Don't, mistress. You don't cum unless I say.”

You wished it was that easy, you wish You could make your body understand and prioritize what your demon wanted above itself. But it just didn't work like that.

His hand moves under your head, fisting your hair tightly, grabbing your attention, forcing you to look into his dark eyes.

“Don't. Cum.” He growls, his eyes flashing red, as if that's supposed to stop you.

You squeeze your eyes shut, taking a deep breath, trying to relax your body, looking up at him with teary eyes when you get yourself under control.

“Good.” He whispers, leaning in to press his lips to yours.

It's a good distraction, you focus on the kiss so much that you're not expecting him to reach for the larger size, pressing it against you with his hand when he withdraws the other one with his tail.

You shudder out a breath, looking up at him, feeling your cunt stretch, taking this size, feeling so unbelievably full, glancing over at the unused sizes, trying to figure out how much fuller you're going to feel with those.

It aches a little, and he pauses halfway in, to let you grow accustomed to the size.

His thumb brushes over your cheek, swiping at some of the tears slipping from your eyes.

“You tighten up when you come, it would have made taking this size more painful. But you’re doing so good, mistress, so good for your demon.”

You hum when you hear him say those words, tilting your hips up to drive the dilator deeper into you.

He smiles, taking your guidance, slowly working this size into you, before moving his hand away.

“This one stays for a little while, till you’re dripping around it.” He says, leaning up, and away, so that he can see between your legs. You feel his appreciation through the bond.

“That little cunt is so good for me. I can’t wait to break her in.”

You shudder, aching.

Experimentally, you squeeze your walls around the object, sighing when pleasure fills your body.

He gives you a breathy grin, watching you carefully.

“Good, get used to it. Maybe I should leave it in longer, it would be fun to watch you move around with one of these inside of you.”

You groan, he really was some kind of evil.

It was torture, you wanted to rock your hips so badly, your need to come was even worse. Your body was aching for release, and you weren’t sure how long you would be able to take it.

His tail wraps around your thigh, pressing gently against your clit. Your body shudders in response.

“Does it hurt at all?” He asks.

You swallow, shaking your head.

His tail moves softly on your clit, relaxing you.

“I’ll let you come on the next size, okay?”

“Y-yeah,” you stutter, skin growing sensitive with the need for release, “O-okay.”

After a few minutes, he gently moves this one out, and then in, getting you used to the sensation, your eyes closed, when he finally withdraws it, and presses the second largest one against you.

You go tense.

“No, sweetheart.” Billy murmurs, his tail pressing down firmer on your clit, “Relax for me, deep breaths, you can take it.”

He keeps saying that, mumbled encouragements, you can take it, so sweet for me, relax a little bit more baby, you’re made for this, promise.

Your breath hitches when he finally works the tip in.

He’s used some kind of lubricant to help it move easier, you tremble as you try your best to relax, to remind yourself that this is worth something, that you wanted to take him fully.

It’s a little uncomfortable, but most importantly, it doesn’t hurt, you hear the rolling of thunder outside, or maybe that’s just the sound of your heart pounding in your chest.

“Billy.” You cry, a mix of pleasure and discomfort swimming inside of you, and he reaches to hold your hand with his free one, his words not stopping for a second.

“Perfect for me, sweetheart, you wanna take me so bad, hmm? Need to feel your demon’s cock fill you up?”

You nod, mindlessly thinking about it, the way he’d press into you like he did before, the way he’d move, the way he’d feel.

“Want you to cum inside of me.” You babble, watching his eyes go pitch black once more, eyes following the black veins as they trace their way down his body.

He tilts his head, studying you as you watch him.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for.” He says, his voice deep- almost a low grovel, “You don’t want that.”

“Why not?” You ask, absently realising that he’s still slowly guiding the dilator into you.

“I’m a demon, mistress. A prince of Hell. Evil.”

You blink, shuddering when the dilator finally presses tightly against that spot deep within you.

“So?” You challenge, trying to focus on two things at once.

“You think I’m attached to you now, there won’t be any letting go if you give yourself to me like that. Remember a few days ago when you offered to break the bond if I wanted?”

You nod your head, cunt full.

“If you let me cum deep inside of you, I’ll never want to let you go, ever. I’d own you, mistress, you’d never be free of me. If you ran from me, I’d chase you. If you hid, I would find you. There is no corner on Earth you could ever go to, that would rid you of me.”

Your lips part, cunt clenching as he slowly pumps the slick dilator in and out of you.

“Please,” you gasp, “More.”

He obliges, pushing in deeper, rocking the pseudo-cock into you until your toes curl, a loud roaring in your head that threatens a supernova.

You squeeze his hand tightly when you come, gasping, shuddering violently, your cunt clamping down around the large size, making you feel fuller than ever, your mind drunk on the pleasure you were experiencing, unsure of where your body began and his ended.

You drop back against the bed, apparently having arched your body so forcefully that your back had raised a little off the bed.

“Oh my fucking god.” You draw out, body still convulsing occasionally, shards of pleasure still cutting through you in waves. You blink, hypersensitive, feeling your skin flush with an abundance of heat.

His lips are on your shoulder, peppering sweetly over your chest, soft, ticklish even in its gentleness.

He was right, orgasms make you a little tighter, you only realise this when he tries to tug the dilator out, and encounters resistance.

He doesn’t try to force it, twisting the object gently, continuing to kiss your shoulders.

“Deep breaths, mistress, relax.” His free hand smooths over your face, delving into your hair, squeezing at your shoulders.

His gentle touches work, and before you know it, he can tug the silicone out without hurting you.

“Last one, sweetheart.” He murmurs, reaching for the final size.

You try not to be scared, to remember that Billy was attentive, and gentle, and would rather die than have you hurt in any way.

You barely feel it, sliding into you, only a touch wider than the last and the pleasure from your last orgasm numbs the discomfort of this purple dilator as it slides into you.

You take it easily, breathing deep and even, only hitching when his tail flicks gently on your clit.

“Good, mistress, so perfect for me.” He praises guiding it in till it fits snugly inside of you.

Is this what he would feel like? Pressed deep, so deep you could feel it in your throat?

You blink up at him, wishing it were him inside of you, and not this unfeeling thing.

You feel a tug at the connection between you, telling you that he felt the exact same way.

“That demon I saw in your dreams last night, that was the real you.” You say, no question in your tone, already suspecting the answer.

You watch his throat bob, nodding.

“Will you show me?” You ask, clenching gently around the dilator.

He exhales, nodding again, backing away from you, stepping off the bed to show you his full form.

The first thing you see is his nails sharpen, then his horns growing larger, eyes going fully black, and then the beautiful dark veins spreading over his body. The darkness pools at the tips of his fingers, fading into his natural skin as it moves up his wrist. 

He looks bigger somehow, more menacing, an aura of darkness unleashes itself around him and it only arouses you more.

You glance down at the boxers he’s still wearing, watching the dark veins torment you as they dip beneath the waistband.

You sit up, gasping when the dilator feels bigger in this position, you take your time, crawling on all fours till you’re sitting on the bed just in front of him.

Your demon is beautiful, ethereal, and without a doubt, pure evil.

You smile up at him, reaching for either side of his boxers, excitement deepening when he doesn’t stop you.

The veins do in fact extend lightly over his large cock, and you moan when you observe that the tip is untouched, remaining pink, beads of precum pooling on his slit.

You look up at him, his chest heaving, fingers curled into fists, watching as you extend your tongue to softly lick at the head of his cock.

You moan at his taste, eagerly wrapping your lips around the head of him, sucking eagerly.

Big, deliciously big that you have to raise a hand to work at the base of him while you suck slowly on his tip. Every now and then, you look up at him to remind yourself that he looks like that.

So unbelievably gorgeous, you take him as deep into your mouth as you can, wanting to feel him fill your mouth, take up space in your throat, own you.

You moan, reaching down between your legs with your other hand, you gently slide the dilator in an out of you, using it to fuck yourself while you suck him off.

His hand grips the back of your head, nails scraping gently on your scalp.

“Filthy little mistress, likes being full on both ends.”

You whine at his words, flicking your eyes up to meet his dark ones.

He’s so divine, you want to tell him but you can’t spare the air it would take.

Instead you nod, forcing him deeper into your mouth.

He moans, his pleasure settling at the base of your spine, hand guiding your head up and down on his cock, panting as he looks down at you.

You want him to come in your mouth, to make you cum drunk and able to take him better. You rock your hips harder on the dilator inside you, feeling so full that you’re not sure how you’re ever going to survive without him inside of you.

You hasten the movement of your hands, abandoning your own pleasure to ensure he experiences his.

“Mistress,” He gasps, tilting his head back, you stroke him faster eagerly.

You’re greedy for his cum, he groans loudly as he spills himself into your mouth. You lose control of the quantity, some of it dripping down your chin and falling onto your breasts as you try your best to swallow.

You draw back with a gasp, and a final bit of his cum hits your cheek. You wipe your lips, sucking your fingers into your mouth, to try cleaning yourself up.

There’s too much of his spend on your skin though, and you don’t get the chance to try fully before his hand is wrapped around your throat.

You’re pressed to the bed suddenly, his body over yours, dark eyes looking at you as you feel your head go hazy.

You moan, writhing under his grip so that he’s forced to squeeze tighter, loving the attention as you get high on his cum.

Ropes wrap around your wrists, over your knees, spreading them wide the way he’s done before.

You moan when you feel him wipe at your chin and cheek, cleaning the remnants of his cum from your skin.

“My demon.” You whisper, arching your back, not trying to break free, but to beg him to fuck you any way he wanted.

The only answer you receive, is the feeling of him gripping the ends of the dilator, tugging it out slowly before pressing it back in.

“You look like a work of art, mistress.” He murmurs lowly, “Hands and legs bound, the circle of candles, the way they light up your pretty skin-” He uses a single digit to tease your stiff nipple, making you gasp, skin oversensitive, “-You’d fuel an artist’s best daydream.”

You say his name on a half sob.

“I can’t believe I get to have you like this” He continues, his tail gliding over your thighs and to your cunt, “You’re the prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

His tail circles your clit, as he slowly pumps the silicone into you, you thrash a little, the sensations are so strong, almost overpowering.

You stutter out a moan, fingers curling, unable to do anything except feel.

“That's it, mistress, show me how you'd take me.”

You gasp, eyes wide, arching your hips towards his hand in hopes that he gives you more. He obliges easily, speeding up his rhythm, your head so full of bliss that you can barely think about anything else.

He slides his free hand up from your thigh, to press over the space of your womb, he presses down a little, and you swear the sensations grow even more intense.

“I can't wait to finally fuck you, mistress. I hope you know, I'll be insatiable after. I'll probably need you so much more.”

You nod your head, easily agreeing, your body locking into place once more as your orgasm approaches.

You gasp, feeling him deepen his thrusts just a little bit more until it almost aches with how good it feels, deep, measured, something you never even knew you were craving.

You come hard, harder than you ever have before, crying out loudly as pleasure hits you at full force, your skin tingles, your cunt spasms around the silicone, holding it in place, euphoria spreading through your nerve endings, sparking heat that you can barely keep track of.

Your invisible bindings fall away as you go boneless, shuddering still as waves of bliss continue to move through you.

He falls into the space beside you, and it's through heaving breaths that you realise he's shaking too.

“Billy?” You say carefully, reaching to caress whatever part of him you could, the backs of your fingers tracing his shoulders.

He turns his head to look at you.

“Jesus Christ,” he murmurs, “I think I just felt every second of that orgasm.” He crawls his way higher, till he's face to face with you, studying you like words on a page, “Does it always feel like that?”

You chuckle, throat dry and a little achey from overuse.

“That, was probably the hardest I've ever come.” You answer.

He hums, eyelashes fluttering as he dips his head to kiss along your jaw. You tilt your head to give him space, smiling easily at his gentle and persistent attentions.

“If I hadn't come earlier, that would have no doubt set me off untouched.”

You groan, liking the sound of that.

The dilator is still inside of you, and squirm a little in discomfort.

He gets the message, reaching down, with a soft voice guiding you to relax, you feel him tug it out of you.

You let out a soft breath as it slides out, your body going from uncomfortably full, to very empty in the span of a few seconds.

“I'll be honest, I thought when we started, that you would fuck me at the end of this, but honestly, I don't think I could handle it.” You say, laughing as you finish your sentence, emphasising your own point by closing your legs, feeling how blissfully sore you are at this very moment.

He laughs along with you, a low chuckle of amusement.

“You definitely wouldn't, no offence, you're going to be really sore tomorrow, and I'm not going to help you with it.”

You blink.

“Why not?”

You feel his deviousness wrap around you. The look in his human eyes is sinister.

“I want you to ache, mistress, I want you to remember what I did, what you begged me to do, every time you move I want you to feel it, I want you to wonder how much worse it will be when it's my real cock, and not some poor substitute.”

Now why on earth did that arouse you so much?

He grins when he feels your reaction, eyes flashing red for just a moment, and you wonder if this was the corruption promised.

His hands drift over your thighs, up your stomach, cupping your breast softly on its way up to grip your throat.

You feel your body go pliant underneath him, you feel like his, a plaything for his desires.

“Ready for your bath, mistress?” He asks with a tilt of his head, and it takes you a moment to think about his words before nodding.

He scoops you into his arms, a pleased expression on his face when you wrap your arms around him easily.

Who knew that when you met him all those months ago that this is where you would end up? That one traumatic night would lead to something so… perfect.

He opens a heavy wooden door, and descends down a stone staircase, it opens up into a hallway, made of the same stone. You lose focus of where you're going in favour of snuggling into him, nose buried in his chest that you almost ignore the first sparkle you see.

You raise your head, mouth dropping open in surprise when he walks past a little table piled high with shiny gems.

“Uhhhh, Billy?” 

“Hmmm?”

You try to say more when he passes a jewel encrusted, solid gold candelabra.

You turn your head quickly to watch where you're going, finding that the hallway is lined with dozens of these shiny, jewel encrusted items of different shapes.

“What?” You ask, with absolutely zero context.

He chuckles.

“Asmodeus, the demon before me, he was something of a collector, things that were lost to time, he'd find and keep them. When I inherited his title, I also received sole access to his treasures. I'd started to move it here, until I realised that he had way too much stuff, which is why you might find these things piled anywhere I could find a space.”

You watch, amazed as he passed another little table piled high with gold coins, except that a few of the piles have toppled, spilling gold over the stone floor.

“The bathroom is gonna blow your mind.” He says without elaboration, and you feel a touch of excitement go over you.

It does, you almost think you're dreaming.

There are several lamps scattered around the room, but the chandelier hanging from the roof acts the way a suncatcher does, sending fractals of light scattering, catching on the many shiny objects in the room.

There are so many shiny things that your brain can hardly comprehend, a glittering ship, that looks like it's been made out of the finest diamonds, a large floor to ceiling mirror made out of what you think might be real rose gold and the bath- the bath is built into the floor of the room, covered, absolutely full, of shiny gold coins, crystal waters still above it.

“You're Scrooge McDuck.” You whisper in shock.

“I have no idea who that is.”

“Cartoon duck,” you mumble absentmindedly as he approaches the bath, “filthy rich, bathes in his money.”

He huffs out a laugh.

“Yeah, I have no defence for that, I'm a duck I guess.”

The water is nice and warm, soothing your body from the minute he steps in.

He settles you against his body, your back to his front in the sparkling water.

A swipe of his influence, and you watch a little solid gold fountain start up, spilling water into the bath, the chandelier above head begins turning, the light spinning around the room.

It's so relaxing, you settle against him, the sound of dribbling water lulling your sated body.

“I can't believe you're this rich.” You murmur sleepily.

“We are,” he corrects, raising your hand to remind you of the tattoo on your inner wrist, “This gives you access to my things.”

You hum, deep in thought about that, the way he makes it sound like you were one.

He scoops up some gold coins from below, dropping them over your thighs. You feel the heavy weight of them, the way they slide off of your skin back to the bottom.

You feel his contentment, it melds with yours. You turn your head to kiss at his cheek and chest, the warm water soothing your little aches the way he said he wasn't going to.

It makes you smile, settling against him, heart full of something, so deep that you're not really sure which one of you is really feeling it.

.

“What about this one?” You ask, turning slowly to show him with the weight on your head.

He studies you, the lavish crown sitting on your head, a sheer robe wrapped around you that he knows will reveal your body to him in the right lighting.

“A queen I'd gladly kneel for.” He answers, eyeing you hungrily.

He watches you fight a smile, turning away to put the crown back, he feels your delight at his words.

You're examining a very long string of pearls when he decides to make his way to you. Billy breathes in your soft scent as he wraps his arms around you.

“These are really long, I wonder how they were worn.”

He hums, pressing his nose to your neck.

“I think these were made to wrap around the body.”

“Really?” You say in interest, winding them around your arm to examine the look of them.

“Let me.” He says, extending his hand, his cock stiffening in excitement of the way you'd look.

You pass them over to him curiously, turning to face him. He takes the opportunity to push the robe from your shoulders.

You gasp, and he tries not to let it distract him from his purpose, carefully starting at your neck, winding the strings of pearls over your body, he has to bite his tongue hard with the way they decorate your perfect breasts, resisting the urge to take you into his mouth before he's done.

Every curve on your body is delicious, and he crisscrosses the pearls several times over your stomach, lowering his body to his knees when he has to decorate your hips. 

He's a little sinister, guiding the pearls between your thighs, ensuring that they're pressed securely to your clit before routing them between the curves of your ass, tugging a little tightly, watching you stiffen as you experience pleasure. 

He pretends that it's normal, winding them around your body a few more times before securing it around your waist.

He looks up at you, his work of art, his mistress, he feels your arousal, worsening the longer the pearls rub against you.

He stands, taking your hands in his, tugs you forward, knowing that motion increases the sensations on your body.

He brings you to a mirror, turning to show you how beautiful you look.

Nothing stands a chance against you, he thinks to himself, admiring his work, watching you lift a hand to touch the pearls in wonder.

“Only thing that might make you prettier, is my cum soaking into your skin.”

He feels the exact moment you decide he's right.

“Only one way to find out.” You respond, turning to sink to your knees in front of him.

He groans, tilts his head back when your lips seal around the head of his cock.

Heaven wasn't as far away as it had seemed.

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[liannelara-dracula]

🤒DL

Alright this is finally done. I am trying to get to other asks do not send in other ones.

Sakamaki

Shu:

He let’s you handle yourself at first.

But if he notices that you aren’t getting better or need help he will come to you.

He isn’t strict with medicine but rest.

He wants you to sleep.

So he cuddles you.

He literally pulls you down to lay with him.

Will

Take you to the doctor if needed.

He isn’t too worried.

He will give you affection cause he knows he can’t get sick.

Reiji:

Is sooooooo strict, like no joke.

He watches you like a mom.

Gives you remedies and medicines to treat you.

He keeps you in his room to have you rest on his bed. So he can watch you of course.

It’s also cause he likes to secretly watch you sleep.

If it’s bad like a fever or worse he carries you everywhere. Obviously bridal style.

He checks your temperature and asks you were it hurts.

If you want affection he doesn’t give it to you bc your sick. He won’t get sick but he just feels the need to punish you for getting sick.

Though he will kiss the top of your head after he checks your temperature.

Laito:

He’s pretty good at taking care of you.

Actually knows how to care of you, with Reijis instructions of course.😂😂

He worries a lot

To the point where it’s annoying.

“Bitch Chan do you need this?” Or “How do you feel? Does it hurt?” He’d ask, just getting on your nerves.

Tries to be helpful but he’s nervous.

Finds your stuffy nose and red face kinda cute.

“How adorable.” He’d tease tapping your nose.

“Ugh.” You’d huff.

Overall he tries.

Ayato:

Bro here really tries, like he does his best.

Always asking Reiji or Shu how to do things.

“Bro how do I check the temperature again?” He’d ask.

“Just put it on her forehead and it’ll tell you.” Shu would sigh.

“Thanks, dude.” He’d say before leaving.

He will take pictures of you while you’re sick.

Hands you tissues, or water.

Gives you fluffy blankets.

Makes horrible soup.

Gives you his hoodies.

doesn’t kiss you tho.

“Human germs can’t effect you.”

“Really?” He’d ask.

“Yes, idiot.” You’d joke.

Kanato:

Is pretty good.

watches you like a hawk.

knows how to make you fall asleep.

Sings you to sleep.

He feeds you his sweets and his cake.

You have to convince him a lot of times that your not dying and that it’s just a cold.

He likes to cuddle with you so much.

You become the little spoon. No objections.

He likes to give you blankets and pillows.

He’s very good at giving medication to you if needed.

If his brothers are being loud and you need rest he’ll get angry and tell them to be quiet.

“Be quiet! Can’t you see your upsetting Y/n!?”

He’d yell before closing the door to come back to you.

“Okay you can rest now princess.”

Subaru:

He is soooooo worried.

Protect him I swear

He is so caring and sweet.

Will get you anything and he makes sure you take the medicine.

He might forget and then he’ll get mad but you tell him it’s ok.

Would take you to the doctor if things got worse.

He’d really help if you needed it.

If he saw you could handle it he wouldn’t interfere.

But he’d check up on you.

And kiss your forehead, especially if you have a fever.

He’d also give you cuddles if you were cold.

Overall he’d be really sweet.

Kino:

Takes pictures of you for black mail.

Not so good at taking care of you.

He’s like a Ayato in that sense.

His soup will be salty.

He will give good massages tho.

Cuddles.

Buys you medicine tho.

You mostly have to take care of your self tho.

But he’ll make sure it’s not an emergency or something.

Otherwise he’ll get you some help.

Mukami

Ruki:

He knows you don’t need help but he’s helping you anyways because he says you don’t know how to take care of yourself.

It’s just an excuse to be with you.

He is very caring and gentle with you.

Reads to you a lot to comfort you.

Temple and forehead kisses.

He brushes your hair a lot.

He also makes you take baths to relax not with you tho since your sick and he knows you don’t feel the greatest rn.

Gives you medicine and if you hate it you’re still taking it. He doesn’t try to give you other flavors that you’d like either he just tells you to suck it up.

“Ruki it tastes horrible.” You grimaced at the spoonful of dark liquid he was about to give you.

“There is no other way of getting better. So open wide.” He’d be a little smug about it seeing you act like a kid.

You are usually in his bed bc he supervises you when you’re sick.

He will cuddle with you too.

Keeps a close eye on you.

He doesn’t want you to help him bc he knows you’re weak right now.

He would carry you around if needed.

Yuma:

He does his best if he needs to step in.

Cause Yuma has a big heart.

He will carry you anywhere and everywhere. Bc he doesn’t want you t be by yourself.

Ruki would have to tell him how to use the medicine properly cause we all know Yuma can get upset with instructions.😂😂

Really cares for you but he sometimes wants you to be tougher cause he thinks it’s just a little illness or whatever.

Though after he sees you trying to follow up after him and you can’t he stops and apologize.

He will probably hold you like a little kid when he picks you up. Which is so awkward.

“Yuma put me down. I can still walk there.” You’d say a little annoyed.

“Aw, are you embarrassed little pig? It’s not like you’re wearing a skirt.”

You roll your eyes at him just give up.

You have to remind him when you have take your medicine cause he forgets.

He will help you in the shower even you don’t need it or want his help.

“I’m okay. I really don’t need help washing myself.”

“Two showering is faster than one.” He’d say pulling up the hem of your shirt above your waistline.

“Yuma I’m sick, this isn’t appealing.” You’d pout.

Tho he always reassures you, you look beautiful anyway.

Kou:

He’s pretty decent with taking care of you if you need it.

You sleep in his bed cause he wants you too.

He makes you food and gives you medicine.

He finds you being sick a little too cute.

Like all your little sneezes and red nose.

Even tho your really annoyed.

He is sweet with helping you but you always tell him you got it.

Sometimes he can annoy you so you pretend like your sleeping😂

He likes to cuddle with you.

He gives a lot head pats.

Will baby you.

“Here let me help you walk there? Do you want to shower? Some water?”

And so on.

He just gets worried.

Azusa:

Soooooo gentle and sweet.

He helps you with everything.

Brings you the homework you missed and completes it for you.

But he tells you everything you need to know.

Makes you food even if he sucks.

Cuddles you.

Gives you the medicine and listened to Ruki’s instructions.

He is very careful.

Worries over you a lot.

So he checks your temperature often.

He will keep you company and won’t leave.

Is just so sweet and will carry you if you don’t feel good either.

Likes to prepare baths for you too.

He puts a lot of flowers in it with a bath bomb too.

It all smells really nice.

Tsukinami

Carla:

Keeps an eye on you.

He knows what it’s like to be sick.

Helps you as best as he can.

Pretty good at making you food and remembering when to give medicine.

He’s like a doctor honestly.

Will allow you to sleep his bed instead.

He checks your temperature and places a kiss to your head.

Reads you books probably.

You mostly sleep so he doesn’t have to be around you too much.

Shin:

he’s not that great.

it’s cause he doesn’t get sick so he doesn’t get it.

he tires tho.

but he gets impatient.

“How the heck do you read this damn thing?”

“Shin, you’re reading it upside down.” You’d giggle.

You mostly take care of yourself but he is willing to help if he’s that you need it.

He actually likes to take care of you.

Sucks at making food.

no really.

Finds your sneezes cute tho.

He likes to hug you too, cause it gives you comfort.

And it’s probably the only thing he can do.

[magireco]

out of curiosity what do you think of the characterization of homura in rebellion? i hugely dislike it but get the impression you enjoy it which i think is interesting cuz we seem to have very similar thoughts on homura pre-rebellion (CORRECT ME IF I AM WRONG)

THIS IS INTERESTING BECAUSE IT DEPENDS ON WHAT FLAVOR OF REBELLION HOMURA YOU MEAN. i really really like the way she was done in the first half of the movie but as for the twist at the end...? mmm...

...okay, so... i've been thinking about saying this at some point but i keep avoiding it in fear of causing discourse and such bc... this is a really unpopular opinion apparently, but I really do not think devil homura was done properly. read under the cut if you wanna know why i feel this way!

the first issue i'm going to address is that there wasn't NEARLY enough buildup for it. i'm going to explain this from the perspective of a first-time viewer: what would you have thought would happen after the very last scene of rebellion leading up to them breaking homura out of her soul gem? when homulilly got purified and the flowers on her head turned to sakura flowers (y'know, the flowers that symbolize life and rebirth, homura being reborn from her witch)? did you think homura was suddenly gonna undermine madoka's godliness? because, uh, first-view me did not think that at all. and neither did almost anyone i know who watched it for the first time. not only is that poor setup but it's just so sudden and it feels so out of character compared to what we'd seen in the entire series as a whole, especially considering that the entire last part of the movie leading up until that was about purifying her... and saving her... there wasn't enough buildup. most people are like "but the flower scene happened!" but that's still way too vague...? it's hard to tell what conclusion homura comes to at the end, because we don't get to see any of her internal monologue... there is no other buildup after the flower scene... it just skips to homura realizing she's a witch. wouldn't that bring the viewer to think the flower scene was something that made homura realize she was a witch rather than her suddenly starting to form her plan? it always felt like to me the conclusion homura came to at the end of the flower scene was that she was validating madoka's bravery and telling her that if it ever came to that, she'd have the ability to make that hard decision. which is... so... weird? because i always interpreted that as homura coming to terms with what happened? i could just be interpreting it wrong though, but isn't that supposed to be our proof scene? our buildup scene? why would they make it so hard to understand? we need to know such important buildup points just as blatantly as the natural buildup to homura becoming a witch was. that's just from a moviemaking & writing perspective though.

secondly, i'm gonna discuss homura's motive. i actually ended up understanding were she was coming from after a while of being like "what the hell that makes zero sense!!!!". madoka is a 14-year-old girl who, in order to save the fate of every magical girl, literally had to sacrifice herself and erase herself from the world, and in the end, madoka just ended up saving homura again, and that must've made homura feel like her promise with madoka was never fulfilled. it's unfair what happened when you think about it and the law of cycles should not have been run by madoka herself because she, as any other 14 year old, deserves to be happy on earth. although it was said in magireco that madoka felt happy with what she was doing (and she felt like it truly gave her a purpose), she did admit to feeling lonely and homura probably made that assumption big time. but the way the writers went about it just made her seem so sinister... so out-of-character-ly sinister. what with the evil smirking and the deepened, almost... uh, sensual-seeming voice, and homura completely ignoring madoka's fear. it feels like they twisted her character extremely suddenly and it throws the viewer on a loop. they could've gone with that ending without making such drastic and sudden changes to homura's character, and if they were planning on doing that, why did they not give us more buildup? buildup that wasn't extremely cryptic that you have to scan and search every detail to get a clue? something i love about rebellion is that every time you watch you find something new, but how come some of the only clues illuding to devil homura's existence are in the op? it's odd. why didn't they go with something like making the incubators run the law of cycles? they were the ones at fault for causing it to be created. but honestly, the incubators cannot be trusted with anything, which is why it'd make sense for a magical girl to run the law of cycles, but if homura and madoka had the combined power to do so, what if they just remade the law of cycles so it was less unfair to madoka...? i don't know. either of those possibilites would make more sense than what happened.

something else that kind of irks me about it is that they demonized(literally, lol) homura's love for madoka. homura is very much a canon lesbian, and it's incredibly discomforting to me that they made her seem, outwardly to the viewer, so selfish...? please don't get me wrong, i'm not ACTUALLY calling homura selfish -- i know the entire akumura facade is a mask she put on, but like, it's so much more blatantly sinister than she is in the series when she's putting on the coolmura facade. it's going to really confuse the viewer and see every single one of her actions from the entire series in a completely different light, INCLUDING stuff that happened in rebellion itself. like the genuine sadness homura felt, the way we saw into her soul and felt her pain, that genuinely made a lot of people i've seen think that it was ingenuine upon first inspection... they made homura turn "evil" out of her love for madoka, as if it's a bad thing to fall in love, and as if love for another girl was what corrupted her soul gem... i understand that gen urobuchi probably wanted to explore that kind of path where love leads to obsession or whatever, but homura was selfless to a fault, constantly trying to force herself away from the others in order to not get attached, and deeply afraid of seeming creepy and predatory and scaring(she said this herself), which is exactly what she ends up doing at the end, and i feel so awful that they did that to her... how is the viewer supposed to know what her true motives are at that point? it gets all scrambled up after they did that huge plot twist. i'm going to address another thing super quick before people jump in my ask box over this, i understand also that it would make sense for homura to be obsessed with madoka, but in the series, it was never shown in this light, and like i said, if they were going to do this, why'd they even have the purification scene at the end at all? the buildup is all wrong . it also just made me upset that this ending caused SO many people to start literally believing homura is evil because of her actions at the end, and it made people become even more vehement on their beliefs that homura is obsessive and ps*cho...

i was really confused when i watched it for the first time (and also sobbing hysterically, literally, my funniest rebellion story as someone who has genuinely watched the movie 40-ish times, i remember vividly the first time i watched it i started sobbing on my hands and knees on a yoga mat in my mom's room). also like, just to prove my point a teensy bit more, the ending was so ambiguous and out of nowhere that one of the first google results to "madoka magica rebellion" is "madoka magica rebellion ending explained" because it shocked people so much that that was the first thing they needed to google. also, the fact they left us on such a vague cliffhanger and then abandoned the movie series for a total of 8 whole years only to make a sudden comeback in god's holy year of 2021 was almost cruel. LIKE GUYS I JUST FINISHED UP MY DEVIL HOMURA HEADCANONS IT TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH!!!

...anyways, um, i really have to address the sexualization. madoka magica, previously, was a series that avoided fanservice in the show, at least, but why did they make akumura's design look like that...? it shows an unsettling amount of skin and like, every three seconds in the end they're focusing intensely on her lips and her eyes and... it's almost like the writers forgot she was 14, but they never seemed to forget that in the series? what happened????? in the transformation scene, we get closeup views of homura's thighs and back and stuff and it's all open everywhere... they made her tights into thigh-highs... in the whole series, even when she went to school, she always wore tights, and she was wearing tights in her magical girl outfit too... they absolutely deliberately did that to sexualize her further so they could make official art with her thighs out. speaking of official art that unsettles me, why does so much of the official art make the whole outfit just glued to her body and you can see all the shading on her features... it's just. ugh. anyways.

i went off a LITTLE too much on this and i know this is probably gonna get me some weird glances in the fandom and i am open to hearing other people's opinions but i don't think i'll ever stop disliking the effect this plot twist had on the fandom's interpretation of homura and although i'm like UNDENIABLY incredibly hyper excited for the next movie, i'm kind of...nervous for what this is going to bring? i don't want this next movie to cause the same amount of discourse the ending of rebellion did and i legit just want to see homura happy. another one of my main issues with the ending is just that homura is SO unhappy when she literally deserves to be happy SOOOOOOO BAD and just take a break from all the loops ... i'm Praying to madokami out there that that's what happens.

i know this is all really funny coming from someone who draws devil homura on a regular basis and literally writes her, but like... i'm a lesbian i'm allowed to<3

ANYWAYS thanks for listening this was a fun ask!!!

[shinonometrash]

💕🍄The 12 Days of Ayumu 🍄💕

JULY 17TH!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY AYUMU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AYUMU 😭💕😭💕😭💕 Doing all this translating has done nothing except make me miss him even more 😭 But!!! Today is the big day!! And so we have the thing I’ve been saving for last!!!! The absolutely cutest Ayumu story I think I’ve ever read !!!! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I wanted to cry when I read it it was so sweet I love him so much sdfgnkjkjnfg

I was a lot more creative with translating this story to make it sound more fun and natural, since I’m finally getting comfortable enough to start doing that, I really hope you guys enjoy it !!

it’s pretty long, so I’m putting it under a readmore

Ayumu Shinonome: Happy Birthday ♡

technically this story is about Ayumu celebrating our birthday, rather than about celebrating his, but...

In the S ward is one of the most popular downtown areas in Tokyo.

2PM —

Middle schooler: Hey, look at that guy over there

Middle schooler 2: Oh my gosh, yeah!

Middle schooler: He’s a host, don’t you think?

Middle schooler 2: He’s definitely a host!

(…No, you’re wrong.)

(I’m just wearing a formal suit.)

Middle schooler: Eek…this is the first time I’ve seen a host in real life!

Middle schooler 2: I guess that’s the norm around here, we are in Tokyo after all!

Thanks to the middle school students who seem to be in the middle of a field trip, I now see the passersby struggling to contain their laughter.

(This couldn’t get any worse. Ugh, this sucks.)

(Really. I was already reluctant enough to do this as is…)

Speaking of which—

MC: Ayumuuuu~!

At last, the reason for all of this torture has arrived.

MC: Sorry! Did I keep you waitin-…

MC: !!!

(Uh…is she okay?)

MC: Ayumu, you…you look…so hot…

MC: Ahh, you look amazing!!

Ayumu: Dummy!! Keep your voice down!

(If she says something like that too loudly…)

Middle schooler: Oh no, look! He’s got a customer…

Middle schooler 2: She must be a huge regular…

Ayumu: …gah, come on, let’s go.

MC: Huh? Already?

MC: I haven’t changed into my pumps yet…

Ayumu: It’s fine, come on! Hurry up!

MC: Ahh, hold up! I came all this way so at least let me put my arm around yours…

MC: Gahh, slow down! You’re walking way too fast!

MC: Ayuumuuuuuu!

This all started about two weeks ago.

MC: Ayumu! Look! This is what I was talking about!

Ayumu: Eh…? Scary…

Fresh out of the bath, my girlfriend suddenly plops down on the ground.

Ayumu: …What

Ayumu: Don’t tell me you broke my limited edition Tyrannosaurus mug…

MC: No, no, that’s not it!

MC: It has to do with this year’s KappaMC Birthday Celebration!

Ayumu: Gross

Ayumu: You’re creating your own birthday celebration…?

MC: It’s a great idea, isn’t it!

MC: I see this kind of thing a lot on social media!

Ayumu: Even so, you’re not supposed to post that about yourself

Ayumu: That sort of tag is made by enthusiastic fans…

MC: Well then, I’ll ask you to do it, Ayumu! Since you should be my biggest fan!

MC: Pleaaase do it with me~?

MC: Take me on a date in a formal suit please!

Nonsense, I thought. At the time.

However, at a later date…

Toru: Ahh~ This seems to be real popular these days! Suit men

Ayumu: …what?

Toru: If you search anywhere on social media sites, you’ll get tons of hits~

Toru: Guys uploading selfies in suits

…I don’t get it.

What’s so fun about showing off a suit?

(Although, she did say something the other day about wanting to go on a date with me in a formal suit..)

Ayumu: Frivolous. Completely.

Toru: Noo, you just need to choose the right place to go!

Toru: Shall the Great Toru offer you some guidance~?

Ayumu: No thanks. There’s no way that’s ever happening…

Toru: Hm, well I don’t know what kind of person your partner is, but—

Toru: Sometimes it’s important to spice things up a bit so that you don’t fall into a rut!

Ayumu: …

Toru: Again, I really have noo idea who your partner is buuuut

Toru: I think women who like that sort of thing would be really happy~

Ayumu: …

(…bah. He’s probably right.)

(She does seem like she’d like that sort of thing…)

That’s why I decided to title it “The Extraordinary Production”

I end up regretting this as soon as we start stage one—meeting up downtown.

(Ah, well, at least I won’t feel as out of place at the next stage.)

Yes, and the next stage is—

MC: Look! Look! Ayumu! The view outside is sooooooo pretty!!

Ayumu: Ah, I see.

(Naturally. We are on the 38th floor.)

By the way, the seats here are filled almost full.

Of them, about half are reservations.

MC: Whoaaa, did you see?? This afternoon tea set!!

MC: The tea stand! It has five tiers! Five!!

Ayumu: Ah, I see.

MC: Hey, at least act more surprised!

MC: Fives tiers? This is the first time, for me at least, that I’ve ever seen anything like this!

(…yeah, I suppose it would be)

I say this because—

Toru: How’s this place look?

Toru: “Enjoy some luxury afternoon tea on the top floor of a high rise tower”

Toru: Whoa, the tea stand, it’s got five tiers!

Ayumu: Ah, I see.

Toru: Ugh, what kind of response was that!

Toru: Are you even listening?? The tea stand has five tears!!

Toru: Isn’t that alone pretty much a win right there?

Ayumu: I don’t get it.

Toru: In a date, it’s either a win or a loss…

Soma: But doesn’t it seem likely that it would make his date happy?

Ayumu: !

Soma: Women who are particular about food will also care about how many tiers of sweets there are, will they not?

Soma: Glutto-no, women who eat everything with enthusiasm,

Soma: I think they would be very pleased with a five tiered tea stand.

Ayumu: Haa…

MC: What should I do?? My heart is beating so fast, I’m so excited…

MC: I don’t think I’ll be able to eat all five tiers…

Ayumu: If it’s you, you’ll be fine.

Ayumu: …since you’re a glutton.

MC: Huh? What did you just say right now…?

Ayumu: Nothing, don’t worry about it.

Seeing the waiter passing by, I raise my hand to get their attention.

Waiter: Did you decide what you would like to order?

Ayumu: The afternoon tea set for two people, please.

Ayumu: The original black tea blend.

Waiter: Understood, thank you.

As soon as the waiter walks away, I purposely sigh dramatically.

Ayumu: So noisy

MC: Wha-…I didn’t even sa-

Ayumu: Your stare

Ayumu: It feels like you’re trying to stare into my soul or something since a while ago.

MC: …hey, b-but that….

MC: I mean! I can’t help it…

MC: You just look way too amazing today, it’s like my eyes are being sucked in…

Ayumu: …

(…what is she even saying, this girl)

Ayumu: This isn’t the first time you’ve seen me like this though, is it? In a suit?

MC: That’s true, but…today is special…

MC: You wore the suit for me, didn’t you?

MC: That automatically makes you look, like, 30% hotter!

MC: I’m just so happy, I can’t stop looking at you

Ayumu: ….I see.

There was a strange pause before I replied.

Probably because I was remembering the advice that Toru gave me.

Toru:  You definitely need to be sure to always compliment your date’s outfit~

Ayumu: …wha?

Toru: Well, if you’re wearing a formal suit

Toru: Then your date should also be in formal wear, right?

Ayumu: that…well…

Toru: And so, you need to be sure to give your date lots of compliments!

Toru: Cause girls always put several times more effort into things like their makeup and hairstyle!

Ayumu: No, no, she doesn’t have me beat there

Ayumu: If we’re talking hairstyle, it’s definitely me…

Toru:  Bah, well, saying things like “that looks great on you” or “you look pretty” is always a safe bet

Toru: And then…

Ayumu: You don’t—

MC: “I don’t”?

—“you don’t look too bad yourself, either”

That’s it. All I have to do is use what she said as an opportunity to compliment her back.

(So, come on. Say it.)

(Just light and natural.)

(Sound genuine about it…)

Ayumu: You don’t—

MC: Ah!!

Suddenly, my girlfriend jumps out of her chair as if remembering something.

MC: Sorry, is it okay if I go to the restroom for real quick?

MC:  It’s…my shoes, I’m still wearing my sneakers

Ayumu: …

MC: No, I know already, you don’t have to tell me

MC: “You should’ve just worn your pumps from the beginning”

MC: That’s what you were about to say, right?

MC: But these shoes don’t quite fit right…

MC: “It’ll be fine if just change into them right before I meet up with Ayumu”…is what I had told myself

Ayumu: …

MC: I’ll just change into them real quick!!

Ayumu: …

(…This sucks.)

I just let a perfect chance that I’ll probably never see again slip by.

(No, it’s fine though.)

(It’s not like I absolutely HAVE to give her a compliment.)

That was just Toru’s opinion.

She didn’t specifically ask me to do it, or anything.

And so, from there, while I’m with my girl…

MC: Ahh, that was so delicious!

MC: The cake and the scones and the tea, they were all the best! Ayumu: …

MC: Oh, and the clotted cream too!

MC: It was the first time I’ve ever had it but it went surprisingly well with the scones~

MC: I wonder if they sell it at that other shop…

(…this is it.)

Her head is probably full of the afternoon tea we just had.

I want to make her happy…more than anything.

(But it’s impossible to compliment her when things are like this.)

I’ll just start by making a statement about what she’s wearing, but it’ll have a compliment at the end.

“I noticed your dress has lace on top of the turquoise fabric. It’s not bad.

“Those pumps must not be comfortable to wear. But they go nicely with the dress.”

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you wear this much makeup. It looks nice.”

(I’m psyching myself up too much, aren’t I?)

I guess it just goes to show how much I’ve been looking forward to this day, though.

MC: So where are we going next?

Ayumu: Anywhere is fine, as long as it only takes about an hour.

MC: Hm? What does that mean?

Ayumu: This.

I pull two tickets out of the breast pocket of my suit.

MC: Whaa…the opera??

Ayumu: It’s in about an hour from now. So we can’t go unless we go at that time.

(The idea wasn’t mine, though.)

Yes, this idea…

Toru: Hmm, what other places would be good to wear a formal suit to…

Toru: What about a luxury brand store?

Ayumu: Huh?

Toru: If you wear a businesswear vs a formal suit to a shop, the staff will treat you differently, right?

Toru: Because they’ll be acting even more polite to you

Toru: There’s no doubt that your date will feel like a celebrity!

Toru: Right, Goto?

Goto: Don’t touch me, I’m not responding to that.

Toru: And after you can take her to a fancy restaurant inside a hotel or a bar with a gorgeous night view!

Toru: Sure it might be a little cliche sounding, but it’ll certainly be something out of the ordinary that you won’t forget!

Toru: Hey, Gotooo!

Goto: Look, even if you touch me, I’m still not going to respo-

???: Aww, aren’t you guys sweet

Toru: …huh?

Tsugaru: Don’t you know this is the perfect time to go watch the opera?

Ayumu: ..……good afternoon. How long have you been there?

Tsugaru: Now that hardly matters, does it?

Tsugaru: More importantly, if you’re going to put all that effort into a date, you should go to the opera.

Tsugaru: It’s like a date specifically meant for formal wear, is it not~?

Tsugaru: Hmmm, but…

Tsugaru: It’s possible the person you’re planning to take on a date doesn’t understand the opera, though.

Ayumu: …I should first confirm whether that’s true or not, though

Ayumu: Hey, have you ever watched the opera?

MC: Uhhhh, that’s…

MC: Well, I’ve seen Phantom of the Opera…

Ayumu: That’s not the same thing

Ayumu: That’s just a musical.

MC: …well of course I know that much!

MC: So, this is a first

MC: It’ll be my “first time”!

Ayumu: Wait…do you hear that—

MC: I want my first time to be with you, Ayumu!

MC: So please, take my opera virginity—!

???: Ahhh!!

A sudden scream drowns out her playful chattering.

Woman: A purse snatcher…!!

Woman: Somebody, please! My bag!

(Seriously? A purse snatcher?)

Before I get a chance to confirm, she jumps into action.

She starts chasing the purse snatcher.

(Dummy! What is she doing??)

Purse snatcher: Damn it…!

The criminal escapes to the back alley at the end of the road. Of course, my girl isn’t the type to give up so easily.

MC: Stop right there!

While she chases after the purse snatcher, I enter the next alley. 

If the criminal turns the corner here, I’m pretty sure I can cut him off.

Sure enough—

(…he came.)

MC: Ayumu!

Purse snatcher: Shit…!

I’m in front of the criminal, blocking his path, while she’s at his back. He turns around and rushes at her.

Purse snatcher: Move it!

MC: Just who do you think you are!!

Her next move is quite something. As the criminal charges at her, she swiftly grabs his right hand, twisting it behind his back and shoving him to the ground, planting her body weight on his back.

Purse snatcher: Ouch! Ow ow ow!

From there, we hand over the criminal to the authorities and all live happily ever after—

Or not.

MC: The interrogation took longer than I expected…

Ayumu: Yeah, it did

MC: But if we leave now we should be able to just barely make it in time…

???: Oh my gosh, look at her

I hear a whisper from a woman passing by.

Woman: Yikes, look at her, did she get into a fight?

Woman 2: Maybe she fell? There’s a hole in her stockings

The innocent exchange seems to have reached her ears.

MC: Oh…

There’s no denying that she looks beat up right now.

Her dress is dirty and the knees of her stockings have holes in them. 

(Of course.)

(She had to straddle the criminal on the ground to secure him.)

However, her stockings aren’t the only thing that tore.

MC: I-I’m sorry, I’lll go change them right away…

Ayumu: The lace

MC: Huh?

Ayumu: The lace part on your dress, too

MC: !

Ayumu: Did it get caught on something? Like a nail?

Ayumu: When you were chasing after the purse snatcher

MC: …ah, yeah…

Seems I probably guessed right.

MC: I’m so sorry, I’ll go change into a new outfit…

MC: Ah…but, the time…

Ayumu: …

MC: Please just wait a second…I’ll figure it out someway or another…

MC: To change…I’ll just, I’ll go buy some new clothes…

Ayumu: It’s fine, the way it is now

Strangely, the words seem to just flow out of my mouth on their own accord

Ayumu: You don’t look bad

MC: Uhh…?

Ayumu: It doesn’t look bad, does it? How you look right now

It’s still the outfit she put so much effort into, just a bit worn out now.

Either way, it’s still very ‘KappaMC’-like.

(Really, it’s not bad.)

I run my hands through her messy hair to smooth it out.

She looks up at me, confused.

MC: Um…Ayumu…?

Ayumu: Let’s go

MC: Wait, I can’t go to the opera looking like this…

Ayumu: We’re not. Going to the opera, that is.

MC: What! No! Don’t say that!

MC: You already bought the tickets and everything…

Ayumu: Don’t worry about it, really, it’s okay.

Just a slight change in schedule.

Truthfully, I had planned on bringing her ‘here’ after the opera, anyway.

(Ah, but this timing actually isn’t bad at all, it works out well.)

Ayumu: Aren’t you coming?

MC: But…I look like a mess…

Ayumu: You look fine, don’t worry about it

Ayumu: I rented out the place

MC: Rented out??

MC: Here??

Startled, she looks around at the surroundings.

(Ah, well, it makes sense. Reacting that way.)

If I was in her position,  I’d probably react the same way,

Ayumu: Your hand.

MC: Sorry?

Ayumu: Your left hand. Give it to me.

MC: Oh, um, alright…

I grabbed her nervously outstretched hand and led her to middle of the stairs.

(Finally.)

Now we just need to stand here for five more seconds.

Honestly, this is the most nerve wracking part of the whole day.

(But, well, it’s her birthday.)

(And it’s special.)

Ayumu: 3…2…1…

At the exact moment I point, balloons float up into the sky.

MC: Balloons??!

She watches as the balloons float upwards, eyes wide in surprise.

I use her distraction as an opportunity to pick up the bouquet I had hidden.

Ayumu: Happy birthday

Her mouth falls open wide in shock.

Yeah. It really isn’t like me to do this sort of thing.

But, the one who thought of this surprise, make no mistake, was me. I came up with it.

(This is a once in a year occasion, after all.)

(And I thought she would like it, if I did this.)

Ayumu: So? What do you think?

MC: … Ayumu: MC?

No reply.

(Uhh, what’s the status here?)

(Maybe I messed up…)

MC: A-a…yu…

(Ah-yoo…?)

MC: A-yu-muuuuu…!!

(Whoa wait just a-)

Ayumu: Oof

Sniffling, she throws her arms around me.

MC: I-I…j-just…nnnf, I’m…I’m so, nnnnff, so happy…I, nnnf, love it…s..so much..!!

MC: T-th…! This…surprise, nnnf, it…it’s…!!!

Ayumu: …

MC: P-plea…zz…please sta…stay with, nnnf, with me…fore…forever, nnnf…!!

Ayumu: …dummy.

Ayumu: I can’t understand what you’re saying.

That’s a lie. 

Truthfully, I understand perfectly what she’s saying.

(“Stay with me.”)

I’ll stay with you, for the rest of our lives.

In return, don’t ever let go of me.

I did something today that I never would’ve even dreamed of doing before, all because you’ve changed me.

Ayumu: Happy birthday

MC: T-thank you…

Ayumu: So, what shall we do from here?

First, I have a room for us to stay at.

But after we check in, we can spend our time however we’d like until dinner time. 

(Ah, no, but before that we need to change.)

(As you’d imagine, going to the restaurant looking like this would be…)

MC: …iss…

Ayumu: Hm?

MC: Kiss…I want to kiss you…

MC: From here on…with you, forever…

Ayumu: …

Ayumu: …dummy

I was asking about later today, but…

Is she asking for a kiss with a runny nose and a tear soaked face?

There’s a lot of things I want to say to that, but—

(Ah, well, it’s her birthday…)

Her lips taste salty, as expected.

But…I don’t hate it. Maybe I’ve gone crazy too.

MC: Thank you…

As we pulled away from the kiss she sniffled loudly.

MC: I, um, I feel like I’m dreaming…

MC: My head feels all fuzzy…

Ah, I see.

MC: I’m gonna…just you wait…!

MC: Next time it’s your birthday, I’m gonna think of an amazing surprise…!

Ayumu: No need to.

I have nothing but a bad feeling about that.

Ayumu: Seriously, don’t. Hard pass.

MC: …hmph, meanie!

MC: If this is how you feel, now I’m DEFINITELY going to plan something!!!

MC: Like making dinosaur balloons, or dinosaur 3D pancakes, or…

MC: Maybe I’ll rent out a whole museum…

MC: Mmph, mmm…

It’s really not necessary. Coming up with some sort of surprise.

(If you’re here with me.)

As long as you stay here next to me—

If we can kiss like this, then that’s enough for me.

-The End-

Isn’t that CG gorgeous??? And wasn’t that story soooo frickin adorable??? sbkhgkjadbf I have so many feelings about this 😭💕😭💕

And thank you so so so so sooo much to @world-a-to-z​!! Like I’d mentioned at the start, I was never part of the Peach fanclub because I only started reading Ayumu’s stories almost exactly a year ago now. And so, I didn’t have access to this story. So what did this absolutely wonderful person do?? Transcribe this entire story in Japanese!!!! And then was kind enough to send it to me, along with the screenshots of the backgrounds (which were pretty necessary for all the scene changes, I think) and the CG, so that I could translate it. So please give her a HUGE HUGE thank you for making basically almost the entirety of this birthday celebration possible!!! 💕💕💕

Thank you guys so much for celebrating with me! I hope everyone had a lot of fun!!! I can’t wait to actually sleep again now...I spent sooo much time doing all these translations whoops ><

In case you missed a day, or want to reread anything, you’ll find links to all the posted content here!

[davnittbraes]

This chapter has been living in my mind and shredding my heart up for sooooooo long, it just popped into my head fully formed and I was blindsided by the intensity of the emotion. I’m so so SO happy to finally share it 😊😊

She was born into slavery, no knowledge of her identity or parents or people. But she still had that beautifully pure, innocent curiosity of a child, constantly questioning her surroundings, wondering why others had things she did not. And since she couldn’t find her answers around her, she looked elsewhere, to somewhere she couldn’t really see but instinct told her was there, those little dark spots in the night sky that light barely exists in.

I think that as cynical as she became as an adult - to protect herself from further hurt, she pushed everyone away - there was still that little girl somewhere in her subconscious, looking for connection and a sense of belonging. She never verbalized it to herself, forced herself to pretend she had moved passed it, until she realized it was still there, hearing Din’s story and feeling that same ache once again. And then, because she’s finally found that place of comfort and safety, she was able to recognize it, and share it with him in a way of actively bonding with someone else.

There’s something so beautiful about finding another being who can relate to you over something as deeply experienced as trauma. It’s so rare, but when it happens, it’s life-changing. Din had internalized his trauma for so long, when he heard her story, heard her own experience and how she didn’t try to justify it but instead accepted it and found hope despite it, that really shakes the foundation of who he thought he was. That’s when he realizes he’s been ignoring that part of him that still feels the pain of loss, of losing a life he was supposed to have in exchange for one so different. 

His poor lil heart and soul absolutely burst open, that realization would have swept away all his barriers for a moment. He couldn’t speak, too overwhelmed, could only try to show her what that meant to him. And I think there’s something deeper about the fact that he removes his helmet here - even though he covered her eyes, it’s the first time he’s ever been helmetless in a place where she could see his face, if she wanted to. But he trusts her enough not to look, a level of trust he’s never given anyone else before. Between that and telling her his name, that’s two more layers peeling away from our beloved Mandalorian 🥰🥹

And when she called him undefeated? Oof 😭😭😭. There’s no words for how he felt, hearing her - someone he admires so much for her ability to hope and persevere - call him that. 

I’m glad you enjoyed the descriptions, I feel like I waxed poetic a lil too hard 😅. But it was important to show just how much she’s thought about this, those details in the night sky, because that’s where she’s put so much of her motivation to keep moving forward, keep taking the next step, in the hope that maybe one of those dark spots does hold the family she’s never had. 

UGH now I’m emotional, just talking about this chapter gets me. The fact that I get so worked up talking about my imaginary friends probably says VERY interesting things about my mental state. But ya know what, I accept that. I’ll sob over my bbys anytime, it’s my own personal therapy. 

Thank you for reading and reblogging, you will always hold the title of BPFE 🥰😊🥰😊

The Third Step - Chapter Twenty-Two

Part of The World Is Light, Embodied.

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (not this chapter but series as a whole)

Word Count: 5100

Warnings etc.: anxiety, introspection, a smidge of fluffy domesticity, a pinch of banter, excessive description of nighttime, ANGST, mentions of past emotional and physical trauma, mentions of slavery and forced confinement, mentions of potentially abusive strict religious code, two poor lil bbys finding solace in each other I’m crying 😭

Notes: I’m going to officially jump off the edge into AU territory here, because I just can’t resist using a headcanon of mine re: The Tribe’s social structure and culture and I get the feeling it won’t align with what we actually see in the show. Filoni, please don’t fail me in S3.

Mando’a translations at the end of the chapter.

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The mid-afternoon sun filters down through the trees, painting the forest floor in dappled blues and greys, catching on the blue-leaved saplings and ferns that grow in patches scattered over the forest floor. There’s nothing but forest as far as you can see, endless stretches of trees and gently rolling hills, the only sounds the soft susurration of the wind through the leaves above. 

You’d shed your jacket before setting out and slipped on a sleeveless shirt, anxious to fully immerse yourself in the natural beauty of this little planet, and the breeze is pleasantly warm on your skin. 

It’s grounding, being in this sort of solitude again. You haven’t been this far from another person - and you’re still only about half an hour’s walk from the Crest - since before you’d joined Mando and the kid. It almost feels like seeing an old friend after a long time has passed, familiarizing yourself with how you used to move about the world, the quiet that makes your thoughts bloom brighter, louder, nothing to interfere or distract them. 

You slip through the trees, meandering, no particular destination in mind, keeping the sun on your left so you can find your way back when you’re ready. 

Smiling to a tree as you pass it, your fingers graze the small bump in your blaster holster belt - there was always Mando’s comlink if you get lost. 

Kriff, how embarrassing would that be, though. Having to call him to come rescue you because you got lost on a little walk through the woods?

A memory flashes across your thoughts - flying above Mos Eisley, his arms cradling you close to his chest, your nose tucked into his neck and the scent of him filling your lungs.

Ok, maybe being rescued by him wasn’t so bad.

The branches just above your head rustle, a distinctive skittering of tiny claws on bark. 

A quick scan of the trees above doesn’t show you anything, maybe it’s gone -

There. 

It’s only a blur of grey, movement so quick you can’t really make it out before it disappears behind the truck of a tree. 

One of the small, tree-dwelling animals, must be. 

The creature is probably just curious, and you have absolutely no intention of disturbing it. 

But there’s a lot more of them than there is of you. 

Your gaze drifts over the trees around you, searching for any movement, any sign of animals or otherwise. 

Nothing. 

Except - the trees thin out, just over there. You can see swathes of the pale blue sky between them, instead of the shifting glimpses in the forest around you. 

Curiosity wars with caution. 

Less trees means less cover, more exposure to anyone - or anything - that might be around. 

But when are you going to get another chance to free roam through a beautiful forest like this one?

Curiosity is already moving your feet before you can think of a counter-argument. 

You weave through the thinning trees, all senses tuned for signs of movement around you. 

Dank farrik. Beautiful.

The forest ends abruptly, cut off by a wide canyon that eats up most of the ground in your sightline, with a steep drop down to thick brush below. Cliffs of white stone shimmer in the sunlight on the far side, dotted with - are those caves? Interesting. 

A tree branch just over your shoulder suddenly bends, dips sharply.

Your blaster is out of its holster and in your hand before you register the round, furry creature on the end of the branch. 

It’s curled in on itself with all four paws gripping the branch tight. Standing on its hind legs, it would probably be as half as tall as the kid. Grey and silver-striped fur covers its entire body, down to the tip of its long, thin tail, which is currently wrapped securely around the branch it’s perched on. 

And two large, circular eyes stare at you, unblinking, bright blue irises fixed on the blaster in your hand. 

Slowly, you relax your finger off the trigger, keeping your voice soft and unassuming. “Hello.”

Those bright blue eyes flick to yours, snubbed snout twitching. 

Ok, well. That’s better than attacking you. 

So not inherently aggressive toward people, at least. 

“Sorry to disturb you, I was just taking in the view.” You shift your feet just a little, intentionally, watching for its reaction. 

The creature glances at your boots then back to your feet, tail twitching on the branch. 

Likely one of the larger predators in this area, then, if it doesn’t spook easily. 

But if it’s not scared of people and also not used to being threatened, that could mean it’s not afraid to act aggressively, too. 

Time to go. 

You give the creature a little half-smile. “Well, I should be getting back. Enjoy your evening.” 

That bright blue gaze never wavers as you deliberately turn to the forest, step back into the trees. 

You only get a few paces before the skittering of little paws sounds off above your head. Looking up, you can see flashes of grey fur and a rounded body moving quickly through the treetops, following your path. 

The creature stops right above you, this time sitting out in the open, blatantly watching you. 

With curiosity, hopefully. 

It follows you all the way back to the clearing the Razor Crest is in, occasionally leaping from one branch to another in order to keep up, though it never moves closer, maintaining what it obviously seems is a safe distance from you. 

Which you’re fine with, the last thing you want is for it to feel unsafe in its own home. 

As you near the clearing’s edge, the sunlight glints off the Razor Crest’s hull, dazzling your vision for a moment. A quick glance shows you no sign of Mando or the kid, but they’re around somewhere, no doubt. 

The rustling above stills, and you pause, looking up into the trees, searching - there, two bright blue eyes peeking out between a cluster of leaves, just out of your reach. 

“Is this where we part ways?” You gesture to the ship, and the creature’s nose twitches again in something like a response. “I’m guessing you’re not eager to get close to the giant shiny thing. Or the smaller but equally imposing shiny thing and his tiny green sidekick.”

The creature suddenly chirps, a high-pitched shrill sound, and takes off in a flurry of frantic movement. 

Your instincts kick in hard, and immediately your blaster is in hand again, boots shifting to turn and assess the danger, heart in your throat. 

Mando. 

Standing there a few paces away, the kid in the crook of his arm. 

The black visor turns back to you from where it was focused on the animal’s departure. “Adding to our collection of adorable creatures again?

You smile at the reference, remembering the sweet little houjix on Kinyen. “Unfortunately, the recruitment campaign was unsuccessful this time.”

“We’ve got our hands full, anyway.” He bends to set the kid down, the little guy wriggling free at the last minute to start shuffling toward you. 

Holstering your blaster, you squat to grab him, dramatically swinging him up into your arms as you straighten, laughing along with his giggle. “Is that right, kiddo? We got our hands full with you?”

Big amber eyes blink up at you, his ears slanting downward just a bit in a perfect expression of innocence. 

You lightly flick the end of an ear. “Can’t fool me with that look, I know who ate all the cookies I hid from the last supply run. And it wasn’t me or your dad.”

He suddenly turns away, squirming to get down, and you carefully set him back on his feet, clicking your tongue as he shuffles away. “I see how it is, confronted with the truth and you take off. Well, don’t go too far, we’re going to practice reading in a minute.”

Mando watches the kid move away, black visor trained on him while a gloved hand lifts toward you, pulling you closer when you take it. “He missed you.”

Your smile grows as you move to stand beside him, pressed against his arm. “I missed him, too. Though it was good to get out for a bit.” Glancing at Mando out of the corner of your eye, you squeeze his hand once. “What about you? Miss me?”

The helmet tilts in consideration, playful regret heavy in his modulated voice. “Guess I’m getting used to having you around.”

“How unfortunate for you.”

“I’ve dealt with worse.”

You shift closer, and the helmet turns to look at you, his hidden gaze heavy on yours as you press your breasts to his bicep, run your free hand down his arm to slip a finger under the cuff of his wrist and caress the warm skin there. “Still. What can I do to ease your suffering?”

His arm flexes slightly, a tremor you wouldn’t have noticed if you hadn’t been so close to him. “I can think of a few things.”

A spark of want flickers in your core at the low rasp of his voice, but it’s quickly suppressed by mild amusement as movement across the clearing catches your gaze. “You’ll have to tell me later. Right now, we should probably handle that.”

The helmet turns fast, a muttered curse you can’t quite make out filtering through the modulator as he obviously spots the kid clawing his way up the trunk of a tree, already a few feet off the ground. 

Both of you move as one, striding quickly toward him, and even though your hands had parted with the motion, you feel the warmth of his palm against yours for a long time after. 

*****

Night comes slowly on this planet. It creeps along the horizon, a barely noticeable shift of colour and light that washes infinitesimally through the trees, shadows growing longer until they blend together and blanket the world in comforting dark. 

The hull of the Razor Crest is still warm from the fading sunlight as you lean against the frame of the open crew door. Soft sounds float through the hold behind you, Mando putting the kid to bed after an evening of play and reading practice. A small smile curves your lips, remembering those big, amber eyes studying the words on the datapad as you and Mando took turns showing the kid the respective objects. 

Trying to teach him “ball” might have been a mistake - as soon as you brought out the metal sphere that screws onto one of the levers on the ship’s control console, the kid’s attention had shifted immediately and lesson time abruptly ended. 

You were happy with the progress, though. Well, not that there was much, it was hard to tell what the kid understood. But he’d been attentive, surprisingly focused. You had hope he would learn to read, and be able to move through life with a skill you knew from experience was worth more credits than you’d ever earn. 

Now lesson time was over, play time done, and you and Mando have the night to yourselves. 

Breathing deep, you close your eyes for a moment, focus on feeling the cool, sweet air filling your lungs, the rustle of leaves in the trees on the edge of the clearing as the breezes sifts through them. 

Kriff. This is nice. 

It’s been a while since you simply stood and enjoyed the night like this. Probably Bakura, that would have been the last time - sitting on your back deck, thinking about where the next step in your life was going to take you, just before a certain Mandalorian had appeared, looking for help for a sick kid. 

But before that, you had loved it, the transition from day to dark. It had been - still was - a moment of peace, calm. Tranquility. 

With the night came quiet. Time to lose yourself in thought, no demands to be met, no fear of retribution for resting. 

A dull throb of something like hurt swirls through the pit of your stomach as memories float to the surface of your thoughts. 

Memories usually buried deep, locked away. 

You open your eyes, automatically tilting your face up, gaze fixing on the two moons rising above the treetops. 

Memories of looking up to find other moons, on countless other planets, sometimes through windows, sometimes through cracks in ceilings. Sometimes only in your mind, the cold press of binders on your ankles nothing like the cool brush of dewy grass on your skin, as hard as you tried to imagine it was. 

Swallowing back the lump in your throat, you force yourself to smile at the moons. Because those memories - that’s not now. They’re old, faded with time, distant in the past. 

Now, you have this, a quiet night on a remote planet, a ship you call home, a little creature who has nestled deep in your heart. 

And him. 

Soft bootsteps head toward you from the hold, and moments later a strong arm is curving around your waist, solid frame standing close. 

“Kid is asleep.” His modulated voice floats just over your shoulder. “You ok?”

“Yeah, just… thinking.” You push those memories aside, leaning back into his embrace. His pauldron digs into your shoulderblade, sparking an question you’ve been musing on for a while. 

The problem is, you’re not sure if it’s… inappropriate. Maybe it’s frowned upon, even shamed. 

But you want to know more, want to understand -

“You’re thinking too loud again, tionas.”

“Dank farrik.” Sighing, you turn to face him, resting your palms on his breastplate. “You sure that helmet doesn’t come with mind-reading abilities?”

He hums noncommittally, free hand settling on the small of your back. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

Ok. This is him, it’s fine, just ask. 

You slip your hand across his chest to trace the symbol on his pauldron. “Can you tell me about this? What it means?” 

Too much, too forward, you shouldn’t -

Anxiety chips away at your forced confidence, and it instantly crumbles. “Pfassk, I’m sorry, you don’t have to answer, I just - I don’t know, teaching the kid to read tonight brought back some memories and I got lost in the past there for a minute and when I came back I realized I don’t really know much about your past and that’s ok because that’s what we agreed to when we met, that we don’t have to share our secrets, really it’s fine if you don’t want to tell me, please just forget about it and crikking hells I’m rambling I’ll shut up now.”

The last few words push out of you in a rush, and you groan in frustration, bringing both hands up to cover your face. What is wrong with you, kriff, you need to get a hold of yourself, you can’t be dissolving into nonsense like this. 

Long, leather-clad fingers wrap around your wrists and pull your hands away. Your vision fills with black and silver, reassuring, steadying the reactive nervous flinch that tries to pull you away from him. 

He calmly places on of your hands back on his chest, the other over the symbol on his pauldron. “A lot has changed since we first met.”

You huff a laugh, still fighting to shake off the itch of anxiety. “Understatement.”

His soft chuckle is soothing. “It is. Everything is different with you, now.”

Those familiar words sink through your skin, the warm bright thing in your chest flares in response, burning away the last of your anxiousness. 

He leans in, gently taps his forehead to yours, the beskar cool on your skin. “My secrets are yours.”

Your heartbeat skitters, a deep breath steadies it as your fingers glide over the symbol. “Ok. Then will you me what this means?”

The helmet turning to look down at your hand on his shoulder. “It’s my clan signet.”

A memory, his soft voice telling you how he had defeated a massive beast. When he first saw the kid use his powers. “The mudhorn?”

He nods once. “My tribe’s leader said I earned it but I… resisted, at first, because I thought…”

A deep breath filters through the modulator, his shoulders rising and falling with it. “The kid was a quarry. It didn’t feel right, an enemy had helped me. But the next time we spoke of it, she gave me my mission - reunite the kid with the Jedi, care for him as my own until then. She insisted I had earned my signet.”

You slip your fingers under the cloth of his cowl, find his warmth underneath. “She must have known how important he was to you, even then.”

He pauses, clearly considering your words, then hums in agreement. “She is very wise. I should have listened to her the first time. But I doubted myself. The earning of a signet is a rite of passage. Especially for someone like me.”

There’s a hint of something heavy in his voice, something like regret. You slide the hand on his pauldron down to find his bicep, squeezing reassuringly. “Someone like you?”

“A foundling.” He pauses, words muted by emotion despite what you can tell is a strong effort to ignore it. “Mandalorians view adoption as the same as blood relation. We have a saying - aliit ori’shya tal’din. ‘Family is more than blood.’ But the foundlings rescued during the Clone War are… kept separate. Adoption isn’t allowed for us. We are expected to found clans of our own, to replace those that were destroyed.”

He’s said these words to himself many times before, you can tell. Practiced forcing pride for his people’s ability to survive against all odds into the words, repeating them until it sounded convincing. 

But you’ve grown accustomed to listening for any slight inflection, any hints of emotion in his voice. And you can hear it, the hurt underneath those words. 

The pain of being forced to be different. Of not being permitted a clan. A family. 

Maybe it’s louder because it echoes the hurt in your own heart. 

What comfort can you give him, when you’re still trying to heal that same part of yourself? 

A breeze floats through the open door, carrying the cool scent of the forest. Those memories resurface, those many moons and stars and dark horizons, the ache in your chest as you gazed upon them.

Your fingers find the outline of his collarbone underneath his cowl, thumb grazing the shape through his layers of clothing. “Mine are yours, too, you know. My secrets.”

He lifts a hand to gently cup your cheek in silent thanks, warmth of his broad palm quickly seeping through the leather of his glove. 

Your words falter, unsure. “Can I… show you one? A secret of mine?”

“Of course.”

Anxiety surges up the back of your throat, bitter on your tongue, and you swallow it back down. 

You can do this. You can face those memories, for him. 

Taking Mando’s hand, you lead him down the ramp into the clearing, pausing when your boots hit grass to look back at the ship. “Can you close the door? It’s best if there’s as little light interference as possible.”

He releases your hand, deftly keys the command into his vambrace, looking back to you as the door slides shut. The only light is moonlight, filling the clearing with a pale glow that blurs the edges of shapes and outlines. 

Perfect. 

You move a little further away from the ship to the centre of the clearing where the night sky is most visible, and cross your legs underneath you, sinking down to the ground. A shuffle of movement and he joins you, stretching one long leg out in front of himself, bending the other at the knee to prop an arm up. 

The moonlight glimmers off his armour, setting it aglow, and for a moment you can’t think, can’t remember what you were doing here because your thoughts are filled with him, the fluid grace of his movements and the blatant strength behind them, the way he follows your silent request to join you in sitting without question or hesitation. 

If you had any doubt left about whether or not you could trust him with what you’re about to say, it would have vanished in that moment. 

The warm bright thing in your chest pulses in time with your heartbeat. 

Gesturing toward the sky, you look up, let your gaze drift over the star-studded dome above you. Take a deep breath. Begin. 

“When I was a kid, night was always my favourite. My owners were usually asleep, so it was the only time I had to myself. No chores, no duties, no demands, just me and the dark. I would sit at whatever window I had access to and watch the world, covered in night.”

His helmet tilts, black visor turned to the sky, gloved hand finding yours in the grass. The way his long fingers curl around your palm is a blessed distraction. 

A reminder that he’s still here, despite knowing who - what - you used to be. 

Breathing the silent reassurance in with the cool breeze, you smile, let your thoughts drift. “Everything looks so different, at night. Buildings, mountains, plains, all of it. Like those trees -“ you point toward the forest - “so pretty and delicate in the daylight, now they’re shadows with mysteries of the creatures that live among them. As if they lead two different lives, one they show to the light world and one they only show in secret.”

A subtle movement in the branches nearby draws your attention, but it stops before your gaze can fix on it. “The animals are different, too. At night, nocturnal creatures invade, move along the same paths as those day dwellers, making them their own for the night. Animals who have learned to live without the comfort and safety of warm sunlight, to not just exist but thrive.”

The helmet flashes in the moonlight as he follows your gaze, again when you turn back to look at the sky once more. 

Even though you’ve seen a starry night sky countless times, there’s something about it that still takes your breath away, turns your voice soft with wonder. “Then there’s the sky. That’s always my favourite part.”

Words fail you for a moment, your gaze taking in the endless expanse of stars and swathes of dust in wide lines, pricks of light and shimmering arches against a field of dark. Countless planets, moons, nebulas - worlds, filled with cities and wilderness and as many people as there are stars. 

He shifts beside you, letting go of your hand. “Stay like that.”

You watch him move to sit behind you, confused. “What are you doing?”

“There are night filters on my helmet I can’t turn off.”

Realization fires panic through your veins, and you turn away frantically. “Oh, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, we can stop -“

“It’s ok, I want to see what you see.” His back presses against yours, and a glint of metal flickers in the corner of your eye, his hands setting something in the grass beside him -

His helmet. 

Your heartbeat pounds in your throat. 

He’s right behind you, bare-faced. All it would take is a simple turn of your head and…

Something hot and sickly turns your stomach. 

You can’t even think it. 

He trusts you. More than he’s ever trusted anyone before. 

And you’ll never betray that trust. 

The breeze catches on the tears prickling in the corners of your eyes, and you blink to clear them, refocus your gaze on the sky above. “I’ve always thought the night sky is the most beautiful part of any planet. The stars, planets, moons - light and dark, contrasts that could never exist in the day. And there’s a depth that your eyes can never quite see the end of - no matter how hard you focus on the dark parts, it’s like there’s always something, some little faint light that your eyes can’t see. But it’s there, and it could be a tiny star, or a planet with trillions of people. Only the universe knows.”

He’s quiet but you sense that he’s still listening, so you continue, bringing your knees up against your chest and hugging them close, as if they were a barrier protecting you from the dull throb of emotion that grows with every word you speak. 

“I used to try and see those faint lights as a kid, figure out what they were. Imagine that, maybe, they were planets or ships with people who…” The words stop up in your throat, and you breath deep to clear them, push them out. “People who knew me, knew where… where I came from. And maybe they knew I wasn’t supposed to be a slave, that there was somewhere I belonged, and they were looking for me.”

The night sky disappears from your sight as your eyelids squeeze shut. “I used to imagine I had a family up there, and I would find them one day.”

Tears threaten to spill and you shake your head firmly. No, you will not cry over those memories. Not any more. Because they are the past, and what you have here, right now, is important. 

Clearing your throat, you open your eyes, focus on the dark outline of the trees swaying gently in the breeze. “Sorry, I got away from myself for a moment there. I just wanted you to know that I… I understand what it feels like to not… belong. And to wish you did.”

A flare of anxiety makes your fingers twitch. “Anyway, it probably sounds like a child’s silly daydream - or night-dream is that a thing? Well, there’s dreams you have at night, but that’s not what I mean, obviously.”

“Every child dreams of things they don’t have.” His unmodulated voice is so soft, it’s familiarity soothing the sharp edges of your memories. “And you had more reason than most to dream.”

You blink up at the stars, processing his words. “Maybe. But you’re right, every child dreams, just as every child has to struggle through something. We can’t compare our struggles, only try to understand them. Because surviving those struggles is what makes us who we are.”

A stillness settles over him. You look down at your knees, uncertainty squirming behind your ribs.

Did you say something wrong? Did you go too far? What -

“You remind me of him.”

His words pull you out of the threatening anxiety spiral, and you tilt your head just a bit, curious. “Of who?”

“Din Djarin.” 

Mild confusion buzzes through your limbs, and you frown at the dark trees.

He takes a deep breath, a sigh that moves gently against your back. “I will always be grateful to them. Without my tribe, I would not have survived.”

There’s a rustle of motion, whatever he’s trying to say obviously making him restless. “When I came of age, I put on the armour, swore to follow The Way to my last breath. Became a Mandalorian. Faceless. And nameless. That’s how we ensure the Creed stays true. By erasing who we are. Making us only Mandalorian.”

A particularly strong breeze swirls around the two of you, pulls the edge of his cowl along your arm, and your fingers dig into the skin of your calves with the urge to touch him. Let him speak, let him finish, he needs this. 

He huffs a laugh - not his usual one. This sounds is full of disbelief, heavy with regret. “But you remind me that under the armour and the Creed - maybe even despite it… Din is still there.”

Time stops. 

Realization washes through you, cold and hot at the same time. 

Din is still there. 

Din Djarin. 

His name. 

That warm bright thing in your chest suddenly bursts, fills your entire body with an overwhelming need to somehow prove that you see him. Under all of it, despite all of it, you see him. “Everything you’ve been through…”

The words shift, change as they push past your tight throat into the night, soft. “You call me ‘undefeated.’ I think Din is ne’kotir, too.”

Silence. 

Drawn out, thick and heavy, settling over you, undisturbed by the steady, gentle breeze. 

Then he’s moving, quick motions that you can’t follow by listening, and -

His arms pull you back against his chest, legs border yours as he wraps his frame around you, and your eyelids slam shut instinctively just as a gloved hand slides over them, tilts your head back into the crook of his elbow. 

Then his lips are on yours and you stop breathing. 

His free hand cradles your face, fingers curve along the back of your neck, holding you there as his lips move so softly, coax a whimper from your chest.

You can taste them - the words he wants to say, sweet, the same words that hover at the tip of your own tongue. Remain unsaid, but there, in the way his breath stutters against your cheek. 

Slowly, he pulls away, gently turning your head back to face the trees and letting the hand over your eyes fall to your waist. 

Your lungs fill again, shaky, fluttering at the same pace as your pulse. He settles closer to you, tugs you deeper into his embrace, arms securely around your midriff, chin resting on the top of your head. 

It’s quiet in the clearing, a few moments passing with just the sift of the wind through the leaves. 

His hands find yours, threading your fingers together over your stomach, his voice soft and low. “You’re right, tionas. Every child struggles. Fights to survive.” He swallows hard, presses his lips to the top of your head. “I survived before I met you. Now, I live. Din lives.”

The words reverberate, weave through every part of you until they find their echo in the depths of that warm, bright thing in your chest. 

And you know there is no reply, nothing that could be said to convey everything you feel in this moment.

So you pull his arms tighter around you, breath deep the scent of the night mingled with him, with Din, and let your gaze drift up to the sky, seek out those dark voids where dreams used to hide, and smile at the reality surrounding you. 

***** Mando’a translations

Tionas - question

***** Previous Chapter

[hetaestoniahq]

Haha alright, if you're up to another one maybe PolEst again with "You stayed?" or, if you want to write another ship instead, maybe EstLiet for the same prompt c:

OOoooo we need more PolEst/EstPol in the world sooooooo-

Prompt from this list, open to ask!

What really interests me about this ship is just the whole religious divide of it, I just began reading a book about Estonian mythology and even there was stated that Catholicism was never able to shake the paganism. I haven't found any info about the Polish-Lithuania era trying to do anything different to more try and get Estonians to truly become converted, so it's a interesting dynamic to explore sure that Poland and Lithuania wouldn't have maybe been as rough on him as the Teutonic Order and Livonia were.

______Tw implied religious trauma______

It was the nightless eve of Midsummer, when Dawn and Dusk get to touch without the seperation of the nightly sky.

War had been over for a few years already, but the wounds still ached, the concequences were still going to affect him for a long time.

Estonia was on his own right by a slowly dying bonfire, he had managed to convince Latvia - but also Lithuania, to spend a bit of time together on Midsummer eve. How did he manage to get Lithuania of all people who is meant to be a ruler of his to join in? Simple, he's become familiar with the brunette's personality, and a bit of reminding of the pagan days and just 'Harmless fun, besides someone should probably keep an eye on us don't you think?' managed to get the Lithuanian to hear him out and join him.

Although, at one point Poland did find them, but thankfully he was able to get Lithuania to convince the Pole they're just having a nice bonfire night. Also tell the Pole to just leave them be. Is he using and taking advantage of how easy it's to persuade Lithuania? Maybe a little, and he does feel a bit guilty about it, but he really didn't want the eve to get ruined by that heavily Catholic blonde that doesn’t seem to shut up.

After that he, Lithuania and Latvia all got to talk, almost like equals, which was still a new experience for Estonia, something he had only gotten to get a little bit from Sweden, but still not much. Soon enough though Latvia became tired, and so it was decided to go in for the night, but Estonia had requested to get to have time for himself, and miraculously, Lithuania seemed to trust him to not cause trouble.

Would recommend not to put so much faith in me like that, Leedu. He couldn't help but think to himself, but he was still absolutely going to cherish the time alone. He's gonna use this to be able to relax even a bit for a little before Livonia is gonna come over to punish him for it, like they always do.

Ugh, even when dissolved they still have power over me and Latvia, why can't Poland and Lithuania stop them? He can't believe he's the underling of an underling, how many times lower can that end up going? At least with Sweden he gets a break from Livonia, but he also feels a bit guilty about it because it means leaving Latvia alone with them. Lithuania did intervene when a fight had started between him and Livonia, but will he stop Livonia from punishing or humiliating Latvia when Estonia isn’t there? He doesn't want to have doubts, but he has. Why does life have to be so difficult?

"So like, how long are you gonna be all alone here in silence?" Estonia immediately sprung up from his seated position, turning around and quickly grabbing a nearby stick ready to have fire added to it if needed.

"WoaH woah calm down I'm not here to stab you or anything!" The Pole subtly rose his hands up to indicate he is not armed, Estonia still remained tense, even if he knows by now the Pole likely wouldn't at least, hasn't yet, raise a hand on him, it didn't mean he trusts him.

"What are you doing here?" Estonia suspected the Pole was maybe coming to call him back to the house.

"Well, I was waiting for this bonfire night to get finished up or something." Poland responded as he calmly approached, looking over at the fire that was set up safely to not cause any wildfires.

"You stayed?" Estonia asked rather surprised, raising a brow as he only then properly threw the stick into the fire. Did he really just wait around here somewhere or did he come back only now? He's gonna guess the latter, choosing to come after Estonia didn't go in with the two Balts.

"Well of course I did, I wanted in on this too!"

You? In on this?? Estonia didn't want to believe it. Before he understood if he wanted to tag along with the rest of the group but now it was just Estonia, why would he want to be here alone with him?

"So, tell me about what this whole thing is about." The Pole plopped down next to him, too close, making Estonia shift away to have distance. He wants to hear about his pagan traditions? Clearly the Pole hadn't fallen for the idea that it's just some bonfire night.

It has to be a trick! He is trying to find the roots to pull out. He was distrustful, many before Poland have tried to pull him away from the beliefs close to his heart, make him bow down to their one single mighty god, who in his perceptive, seems like quite the selfish and self-centred god at that, having people do their dirty work. Calling sin upon those who commit bloodshed but not punishing the ones who do it to spread the belief of him. Punish those innocents who simply don't want to put their faith in him.

I'd rather die than bow to a tyrant god like that. Estonia thought coldly, he swore he could feel the scar that runs from his shoulder to his chest, dangerously close to the heart, scorch with brief pain. It's been centuries but it feels like he can still feel the sword that had cut into it. All because some religious folk couldn't accept a no.

"Why would you want to know?" Estonia spoke with a bit of sharpness in his tone, he wanted Poland to be aware that he isn't going to fall for any of his attempts to get him to turn over.

"To know you better?" Poland simply said, giving a small shrug.

Lies, why would you wanna know anything about your peasant? Estonia kept being in denial. Even so, Estonia sees himself as stubborn, no matter what Poland may try he is not going to move over to actually liking their Catholic religion, so he chose to just tell him.

"Well, for starters, every Midsummer Eve people gather around to light a bonfire and spend time together..."

Poland would proceed to actually be quiet and listen for the rest of the night, only occasionally asking a few questions.

|| Alrighty I hope this good -TwT ||

[imyourangell]

Ohh I have an idea!

🌸What about Thomas with a fem S/O seeing his face for the first time? Like Tommy’s so scared to show her because he thinks she’ll be scared of him, but instead she’s just like *kiss* you so handsome!🤤🥺

Hope you’re having a good day & not too stressed out with studying!!💞

-Bri👻🖤

✨🌸AHHHH! I had so much fun with this!!✨🥺

✨it’s so soft and ugh! Thank you for the requests! I enjoy writing them for you guys! And thank you I hope you’re having a fantastic day! And I hope you’re taking care of yourself honey ❤️❤️✨

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

✨🌸You and Thomas had been dating for some time now and you always wondered one thing..~✨🌸

✨🌸what was he hiding under that mask!! It drove you insane!✨🌸

✨🌸even tho you could see part of it…it still drove you crazy!✨🌸

✨🌸you told him every day how handsome and gorgeous he was but he never seemed to believe it✨🌸

✨🌸so after many,many, MANY months of begging one late…it happened~✨🌸

✨🌸you were in yours and Thomas’s shared bedroom just reading through a book you had found~✨🌸

✨🌸you heard Thomas come in but didn’t look up yet✨🌸

✨🌸and boy when you would you have the biggest surprise!✨🌸

🌸✨before Thomas came into the bedroom he decided tonight he would completely remove his mask✨🌸

✨🌸just for you! He was doing this for you! And boooooooyyyyyyy he was nervous!!!✨🌸

✨🌸literally almost shaking okay like wowzie✨🌸

✨🌸all kinds of thoughts ran through his mind like: “would if I’m to ugly?” “Will I scare her?” “She’s not gonna love me anymore” just all kinds of things!~✨🌸

✨🌸so back to the present here!✨🌸

✨🌸here he stood: no mask just waiting for you to look up✨🌸

✨🌸and you did…✨🌸

✨🌸you got up as quick as you could without scaring him!✨🌸

✨🌸you cupped his face and just started kissing him all over!🌸✨

✨🌸literally drops the mask onto the floor✨🌸

✨🌸this boy is SHOOOOKKKKK✨🌸

✨🌸you aren’t scared?✨🌸

✨🌸Wait-✨🌸

✨🌸WAIT YOU THINK HE’S HANDSOME?✨🌸

✨🌸get him to sit down quickly he might faint✨🌸

✨🌸all jokes aside though Thomas is sooooooo sooooo happy! You still love!✨🌸

✨🌸you’re not gonna leave him!✨🌸

✨🥺omgg y/n he was so scared!✨🌸

✨🌸eventually he returns you’re sweet kisses!~✨🌸

✨🌸after you go to sleep Thomas can’t stop thinking about what you said~✨🌸

✨🌸”See tommy? I knew you were so handsome! My handsome prince!”✨🌸

✨🌸He blushes at the thought~✨🌸

✨🌸You actually see him as a prince? You find him handsome?✨🌸

✨🌸Y/n you have gone and captured his heart!✨🌸

✨🌸Before he goes to sleep himself he brings his hand over to his cheek were you kissed and softly smiles to himself✨🌸

🌸✨Wow he's just in awe over you!✨🌸

✨🌸So moral of the story: Thomas was very VERY nervous about showing you his whole face but after that reaction? Oh yeah no more mask around you!~✨🥺

✨✨✨✨

❤️hihi love! I'm so so sorry this took a while but I hope it's okay! And most importantly I hope you like it! Again I apologize for being a bit late on it I just didn't check my phone 😔 anyways! Thank you so much for you're request! You have such cute requests btw!❤️❤️

With love

-☾𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓎☾

[steve0discusses]

S4 Ep 39: Pharaoh Can Fly (Selectively)

Guys, they’re back

Best storyboarder is back, and the visual difference between last episode and this episode is like when your art teacher picks up your charcoal and just fixes everything wrong with your gesture drawings. It’s like...I mean look at this:

I just really love and appreciate how illustrative this storyboarder is. And I say just storyboarder because this had about the same budget as the last episode--there wasn’t that much actual animation as per usual. But, all of the scenes were drawn so well, like panels out of a good manga. They just...they always nail it when they’re at the helm and I don’t know why they’re on Yugioh, but bless this storyboarder.

Plot wise, everyone got pulled into the dragon by gooey tentacles that came out of it’s stomach, don’t think about it.

Meanwhile, all of the minibosses could communicate with them and beg for help, yes, even the same miniboss who may have dressed up like Pegasus and catfished Seto Kaiba.

(keep reading under the cut)

The whole process of getting absorbed into the Orichalcos demon was a whole lot of symbolism and it was...kinda gross. Also kinda sketch. Also, for Kaiba it is a neat little nod to S1 when he had a vision that his brother was absorbed into a dragon mass.

I don’t think that the makers of the show remember S1, but either they just really like goopy dragons, or it’s a coincidence or I dunno, on purpose? Probably a coincidence.

And like I made this joke and realized...what if they actually meant to make that parallel though? This is the America crossover season, and they have referenced America’s love of trickster rabbits before with Pegasus but do they know about Br’er rabbit in Japan? Do they know? It’s a pretty Americana Deep-cut, and I have no idea how common this folktale is outside of the states.

I see anime busting out absorbing goopy masses all the time so I’m gonna assume that there might be a Japanese folklore I don’t know about which uses a similar structure (although I’m also assuming it has an extremely different history and association ((which I won’t be going into because I don’t feel like putting a trigger warning on this recap)).)

And looking at Wikipedia, there’s people that think the original reference to moist, absorbing creatures could have even come from as far as India. Which is...fascinating to how it also developed in Africa, and then the Cherokee also made the same story independently and then it fused together here in the States to make it what was eventually made into a Disney movie that will never be released again--this is just a really old ass story, all in all, possibly like over a thousand years old.

And a FASCINATING google deep dive I won’t go into for obvious reasons but knock yourself out.

Also, lets get distracted for a sec and see how well this storyboarder drew a fitted jacket at that angle. Dear Lord, did they get reference for that or did their brain just already know that those folds would be there? You can even tell that Pharaoh has just a little bit of padding at his shoulders. Ugh. Guys this storyboarder is so freakin good at these little fitted jackets.

So, once Yugi and his friends are absorbed into the mass, where they should have died...and maybe some of them did, but I don’t know if I should add that to the Death Count because like...they could have held their breath in the amount of time they were stuck in there...maybe...Anyway, they are saved by being tossed into the figurative briar patch--by the souls all hanging out in the Leviathan’s stomach--which again makes me wonder...did they pull a folklore on us? Again, I have no idea.

Like a lot of the people in this dragon have been thorns in their side this entire season, they’ve all tried to kill them at one point--all the minibosses, Mai, Pegasus--but now they have decided to team up with Pharaoh (along with the rest of the human race) and offer whatever they can to free them from the grip of the gross dragon mass.

And like, the ending of the folk tale is that the thorny ass briar patch is also where the rabbit lives usually. It hurts everyone else, but the rabbit--the rabbit can deal with it. And likewise, Pharaoh is freakin dead. He’s at home here. He’s surrounded by spirit power, his friends and their friendship power, this is like his zone, and now he’s crazy powerful for it and will be for the rest of the episode.

And like Yami is a very trickster God (especially Season Zero Yami) so like...it does make sense that he would mirror a folk tale based on trickster Gods, even if it is by complete accident.

So Pharaoh imagines everyone’s tears as individual drops in a glass or something--it’s not a literal glass or anything--it’s just there because the only thing actually happening on screen was his hand hanging out of this dragon’s weird puss skin.

And he’s now a fully charged Sonic the Hedgehog and no longer needs Kaiba or Joey at all. Just gonna grab his God card demons and take charge of everything else from here on out.

By first exploding his buddies right the hell out of this lizard and across hundreds of feet of open ocean.

Joey decides to remind Kaiba that he lost the Battle City tournament.

Seto’s roast was actually in the show, PS. He is not super excited to be reminded that Yugi owns every card that he spent 2 seasons failing to get.

And then Pharaoh did something really, really...

...just really really wild.

OH OK.

YEAH JUST TAKE OFF.

GO AHEAD THERE’S NO REASON THIS WOULD BOTHER ME.

I mean he IS super powered right now but like...

Like...WTF?

4 SEASONS. 4 SEASONS I thought this guy was glued to Yugi like Peter Pan’s Shadow and apparently--he can bounce.

Can Pharaoh do this every time Yugi asks Tea out on a date and tries to instead make the ghost in his head do all the work now? Can Pharaoh just be like “NOPE” and then phase out of the house, leaving Yugi to actually do the hard stuff?

It really adds a level of complexity to their relationship if Yugi can get a room.

(If not a room for romance, but at the very least a room to poop in.)

OR has he been able to allow Yugi to wicked poop in peace this whole time, but the show just never felt like telling us because they felt like it wasn’t important (although it is crazy important)?

Either way I am just...floored at this character development.

Yami just let Yugi out of his sight for like...I want to say 8 full minutes. Just incredible amount of trust on Yami’s part. Incredible. Knowing Yugi’s track record, he should have died in those 8 minutes but...he was being babysat by both Kaiba and Joey.

So Yami summons the Gods and they shoot lasers--you kinda expect this sort of thing.

And this is...probably...the real reason why Dartz didn’t bother trying to attack Pharaoh 5,000 years ago.

I can still think it’s because of Bakura but like...this is probably the real reason. It felt pretty chump to just shoot a laser at the bastard. Pharaoh just had to be reminded that this is a thing he can just do. If he felt like it.

Which he never feels like doing, because he’s too busy watching Yugi’s every move, and getting distracted by High School shenanigans.

After this happens, the giant snake falls to the ocean, splitting into just sooooooo many ghosts.

Over 7.8 billion ghosts, if we’re to assume that this is most of the population on Earth.

(thinking the weird-o in the hat is probably a Duel Monsters card? The duel monsters were throwing themselves into the Leviathan at one point so this is probably like a dark magician boy or something...I just don’t get very attached to the monster cards so it was like...whatever. The cards die like constantly so who cares?)

It is a pretty set dressing. Like Christmas lights but...dead people.

We also find out that the lost family of our minibosses Alister and Raphael, have indeed spent the last many years inside the Leviathan stomach, which is pretty tragic. We get a bitter sweet conclusion to Alister and Raphael’s story--although it’s not a full on ending for either character. Their life still hella sucks, they are in therapy for basically forever.

Where is Gurimo?

I don’t know what sort of job or life these two are qualified to have now, but youknow...Marik’s boat probably has jobs available.

Hold up. Can we talk about the windows?

I know absolutely none of you care about this, but I do, not to be picky or condescending to an overworked art team, but because I just want to know what they were trying to aim for.

There’s an iron stained glass style windowpane thing going on and that’s what’s really getting me. Like...I know these guys were technologically advanced, but why did you use this WW2 background? What happened to Ancient Greece that you were doing before?

Like doing a super past with future tech is so cool to me--I love that sort of concept art. That’s going into like Black Panther stuff where you’re referencing the earliest stuff in Africa and then blending it with stuff beyond our science. But Atlantis is a real big shrug and a “listen we ran out of time and had to press print,” and it’s such a shame. It feels less cohesive than even when this show does Egypt.

And yo this show and how it draws ancient Egypt--I feel like I’ve already talked about that. I have a feeling I’m going to talk a lot more about it next season. I’ll get to it when we get to it. I’m hoping that they have more time and budget to actually DO Egypt for once. (I say knowing they won’t)

Like it’s one of those things where this isn’t a history show, like at all, and it’s very much a fantasy. I’m not going to be like those sewing people on youtube that get annoyed because their TV show doesn’t have handsewn stitching in their Victorian bodices they rented from the costume department from an LA discount warehouse. Because, yo, it’s TV, and I can stretch my own imagination because it’s acting. (although I confess, I watch every single one of those videos).

But...the potential, y’all...the potential.

Anyway, Dartz isn’t dead. He was just taking his toot sweet time getting down the steps of his Gazebo.

This is where things get very anime. I get this problem a lot with anime, I really do--and maybe it’s just me. But like...sometimes it feels like anime changes the rules during the boss fight.

That happens a lot, right? Where suddenly the final boss reveals something that like...should have been addressed way earlier? And he’s alive but you don’t get why?

Anyway, Pharaoh reacts by getting maybe way too attached to his newfound independence.

Which like...I can understand Tea forgetting that Yugi is one people that is two people all the time, but the writers as well?

And what’s kind of great about this scene is that Dartz does see Yugi as two people here. He doesn’t look at Yugi, he looks at both. When Pharaoh is like “Leave me, Yugi!” Dartz heard all of that.

Just kind of a neat thing that we finally have a dude that can just...see Pharaoh for what he is, but it probably won’t matter because there’s like only one more episode left of this season.

Anyway, Pharaoh and Dartz have a chat about where evil comes from...and like...it’s some Yugioh lore, all right.

So before the show decides to give us the Genesis on Yugioh and reveal where the evil of the Orichalcos comes from, or if all evil was created by Orichalcos itself (which is IMPLYING stuff about Orichalcos) the snake shuts him the hell up.

As it should. Leave that Pandora’s box freakin closed. That’s going into extended universe of Star Wars books territory (RIP.)

As an aside--pretty sure that Yugi is standing outside that tornado. Maybe it was just the editing of the episode but like...

Yo I’m pretty sure Yugi is just standing there. For the first time, it’s not his nuts getting roasted. Wow. Tables have turned so much since he was dead.

Anyway, here’s the link for new people so you can read these in order

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

There’s only one left! We can do it! We can finish this season in 2020! And actually get back to recapping Full Metal Alchemist! ~~Woooo~~

Oh man that movie better still be on Netflix or I’ll have to buy it lolol.

[ladykatebridgerton]

I am totally onboard with the Anthony-has-wet-dreams-about-Kate program. I also really want that it is Colin who introduces them, and they better not alter this onscreen. Colin scratched at my heart, in the best possible way, in TVWLM and that was what made reading his book sooooooo satisfying, in that I'm so happy he gets his happy-ever-after. Colin and Penelope have a certain turning-point connections to Anthony and Kate's love story.

(Which one of the Bridgertons doesn’t though? They’re all very vivid dreamers lol.) 

Colin and Penelope--ugh sweet babies own a huge chunk of my heart too. And I agree I love that scene so much--even if their meeting is altered in some way like they buttheads outside or she makes some kind of a remark while they’re complete strangers, we could still have Colin come in and say his part once he’s courting. They kept Simon seeing Daphne punch Nigel, so I feel like they’ll keep some variation of this because it is such a large part of their story that Colin keeps meddling and knows. 

[tellywoodtrash]

immj2 21.10.20 lb

behen abhi bhi dagmagaaati hui ek taang pe

and of course, gangsters ka usain bolt is back in action. isko koi aur cardio karna nahi hota hoga na? achchi khaasi workout mil jaati hai every 30 - 45 mins or so.

THIS ONE IS STILL STANDING HERE PLAYING LANGDI TAANG. FFS. ITNAAAAAAAAA BHI KYA AAGE PEECHE JHULNA??? JUST HOLD THE DIYA WITH BOTH HANDS AND MOVE A STEP BACK.

she's legit been just swaying for 50+ seconds in real time now.

maata rani be like there really is only ONE semi-competent insaan in this house, huh?

pffffffffffffffft. aur karo aisi wahiyaat planning.

lmaooooooooooooooooooooo out comes the secret that vansh is ambidextrous. there goes madamji's ghamaasaaan theorizing ki murderer could simply not be him, since he's right handed.

“haan, main dono haathon se kaam kar sakta hoon.” bitch kya faayda if they're doing useless things like signing papers and holding diyas instead of............ other ~~~interesting~~ things. 👀👀👀

back to square one for this missy.

vansh be like St. George where are you COZ THIS HOUSE REALLY BE FULL OF FUCKING SNAKESSSSSSSSSSSSSS

AND OF COURSE IN ALL THAT AAGE PEECHE DOLNA MADE THE LOCKET AND MEMORY CARD FALL DOWN. 

chalo ji aaj ka strength training bhi ho gaya. how handy to have an utterly disaster-prone wife like riddhima, who ensures you get all the exercise you need in a day!

sis be trying to escape to go get the card and man is like SIT YOUR ASS DOWNNNNNNNNNNNN SO HELP ME GODDDDDDDDD

“jo bhi hai, mere liye tumse zyaada important nahi hai.”

pft yeah ok, i give this sentiment .......... 5 min. tops. coz knowing her, she's sure to piss him off with her bs before this conversation is over.

husband man vows vengeance. sweet.

chanchal is worst shadiyantra rach-er of all times. why do this shit if you don't have the fortitude to see it through???

mummy be like could you stop freaking the fuck outtttttt

meanwhile someone is spying on them, coz of course. it's this house. kisi ko aur kaam hi kya hai? not since the K shows of the early 2000s have i seen this much room ke baahar khade hoke doosron ki baatein sunna.

ah yes, this is the perfect time to question him on being ambidexterous. even though he did nothing greatttttttt with his left hand to get so inquisitive about. he literally just took the diya from her and held it. not like he was shooting machli ki aankh or anything.

oh???? he's opening up about something that happened 3 years ago that made him stop using his left hand?!?!!

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

bro, you're rich. you can afford laser removal of tattoos.

also ragini be a real dumbass. instead of just blowing the candle out, she's standing there pleading with him not to burn his hand. looks like vansh really has a type: STONE COLD STOOOOPID.

gentle enquiry begets gentle response full of affection.

.................. and the dumbass had to ruin it by bringing up the R word. (R word in this show = Ragini.)

the fact that you get sooooooo fucking hyper over this matter is exactly why she wants to know, you idiot.

lmaooooooooooo she just asked him if he trusts her. this should go great.

yup, we're shoulder grabbing and growling into the face of the woman we absolutely do trust.

he's like if i didn’t trust you, i wouldn’t have ignored my bitchass sister's chugli about the memory card you put in my laptop and then hid. man i've been outta the relationship game for too long, i didn't know that you gotta disclose digital memory device usage and all to our partners these days.

blah blah no matter how much i tell you you'll never believe me and stop investigating this shit, so what's the point in me telling you anyway. which is a realllllllllllllll smooth way to get outta saying anything in the first place, and then convincing you that you’re being intrusive. classic manipulative bs. don't fall for it girls.

riddhima deployed best weapon: aansoon.

bhai pighal raha, but is in no mood to share stories anymore so..........

what's the point of crying now? shoulda just kept your damn mouth shut and let him talk.

“samajh nahi aata ki aisi harkat kaun kar sakta hai.”

LMAO REALLLLLLLLLY????? THERE'S LITERALLY JUST 4 PEOPLE IN THIS WHOLEASS SHOW WHO DON'T WANT YOU DEAD. 3, depending on vansh's mood of the hour.

these two still discussing. ouff. bas bhi karooooooooooo. the first rule of bitch club is not to discuss your bitchidity.

bitch club has a new member who is delighted at this plotting and planning.

mummy and chachi like welcomeeeeeeeee welcomeeeeeee, tumne bhi toh kam kaand nahi kiye hain.

LMAO WHERE THE BOARD COME FROM IF HE'S STILL COMING AROUND THE CORNER. HE HAS BOARD BENDING SKILLS LIKE ANGELINA JOLIE IN WANTED OR WHAT?

he's being more calm than i would be while reading them to filth.

ishani be like whut, no, us, never!!!!!

bhaiiiiiiiiiii se hoshiyaari????????? he's in sole possession of the single raisinghania brain cell, and he knows how to use it!

calling out everything from the killer dandiya sticks to maim angre, to the nails that chachi was using to put up the decorations.

ofc this dumbass is hunting around for the memory card.

aryan's like oh good, i was bored, what are we looking for?

“chot tumhare pair pe lagi hai aur asar tumhare dimaag par dikhne laga hai.”

OMG MAYBE THAT'S WHY SHE'S SO DUMB!?!?!?!!? COZ SHE HAS MULTIPLE FOOT INJURIES EVERY WEEK. IT'S LIKE HER EQUIVALENT OF REPEATED CONCUSSIONS!!!!! ARYAN, YOU MEDICAL GENIUS!

i know what you did last 3 summers ago.

now that she's scared aryan away, she vows ki VANSH KE AAGE JO BHI MUSIBAT AAYE USSE PEHLE MUJHSE TAKRAANA HOGA. behen tujhse badi kaunsi musibat hai uske life mein jo roz roz usse takraati hai.

idhar patidev bhi exact same dialogue maarte hue.

ishani's like ugh what wife, that bitch a spyyyyyyyyyyy.

for literally the first time someone in this marriage is acting right and telling people to fuck right off from sticking their nose in their marriage.

plus some very serious warnings ki i know how to handle y'all if you act up like this again. dang, i'm a little hot for him rn. (y'all know i have a raging boner for righteously angry men.)

dadi fussing over ms. hot stepper for not bothering to rest her feet. plus some blah blah on the akhand jyot and the going to maata ka mandir and taalofying saari buri balaayein. mataji aap sab se pehle apne do bahuon ko dafa karein, automatically saari balaayein hatt jayengi.

oh thank god. dadi found the card and brought it straight to her. now watch riddhima set it in the flowers in her hair or some shit, so that it can fall down YET AGAIN.

YET AGAIN SHE'S DECIDED NOT TO SHOW VANSH THE FOOTAGE AND IS PUTTING IT OFF. I JUST.......

these shady fucks being shady as usual.

what DID you do 3 years ago to ragini, you asshole???

and of course this aunty is eavesdropping.

hein???? she's genuinely interested in the ragini thing???? it's not just one ainvayi ka excuse that you ppl fed riddhima to get her into the house???? also, she just heard aryan copping up to it and that riddhima has proof of it. how the hell they gonna pin it on vansh now???????