#just unbridled and undying

[aziraphalalala]

Tired: liked

Wired: reblogged

Inspired: reblogged with meandering, hyperbolic, slightly unhinged tags

[nekomanager]

🥂 18+, f!reader, frottage, rough sex, multiple orgasm, creampie, fingering, squirting, ahegao

𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈, your childhood friend, was looking at you straight in the eyes. His deadpan stare pierced deep right through where it hurt the most.

“I don’t need that,” he said after you showed him the Christmas present you had for him. “Stop trying too hard.”

You hugged the box tightly in your arms, keeping your tears at bay. “I-I’m sorry. I should just go,” you said completely pained by the rejection of the boy you loved since you were a little child. “I-I’ll just leave this right here.”

You hurried to exit his apartment never expecting to have your heart broken during the holidays season. You had always pined for him since you were in pre-school. He grew from a dear friend to someone you knew you wanted to spend your life with. You were supposed to confess to him today after many years of bottling up your feelings, but his response came right in before you could utter the words..

Stop trying too hard.

Your lips quivered. Was that how he viewed you all along? Someone...just someone who’s trying too hard to be with him.

You pulled the knob down opening the door but it closed right before you in an instant.

“I didn’t mean it that way.”

Glancing up, you saw Nagi’s hand flat on the door’s surface, keeping it close as he towered behind you.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” he said, his breath fanning against your ear. “I’m the one who should be sorry.”

Your eyes widened. You turned around, facing him. “W-What are you...”

You met his eyes in pure confusion and he stepped closer to you, pressing himself close to your body.

Your heart beat loudly in you chest while your senses were filled with his lingering scent. He was close. Too close. “Sei...”

And he took your words with his lips against yours. You didn’t know what’s happening or why was this even happening. You were weak in his arms. Your mind was lost with how he kissed you so sensually. His tongue was massaging yours in a loving manner that got you feeling hotter in between your knees. His strong arms were around your frame, cradling you firm in his embrace. His lips travelled to the crook of your neck, tasting you and breathing you in.

“I’m sorry I can’t say how I truly feel,” Nagi whispered against your skin which sent shivers across your spine.

Your breath hitched with his words while he parted a little, giving you a chance to search his gaze. Your heart swelled with how the look in his eyes was a dead giveaway of his emotions.

“Y/N...I...” He swallowed thickly as he fumbled and stumbled over the words he was trying to roll off his lips. “I uh- I...Y/N I-“

You stole the words from his lips with a sudden kiss and he deepened right it right back almost sucking the air from your lips. You clasped your hands on the back of his neck and he scooped you in his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your fingers laced around the strands of his hair while your tongues got tangled in tasting each other. His hands were firm on your thighs as he carried you to his bed and finally laying you down.

Pleasure was building up uncontrollably and you both found no strength to stop it. It had been a long time coming. You both knew you were feeling this way for so long now that you two wanted nothing but to burn even further in your unbridled desires.

Nagi’s lips were on your neck as he slid under your shirt and captured your breast. He squished on your soft flesh while his thumb padded your sensitive nipple. He sucked the skin on your shoulder enough to make your pussy throb, prompting you to grind against him.

Oh, god. He’s sporting a tent! You could even feel his bulge against even through the thick material of your pants that’s frustratingly getting in the way.

You whined, craving to feel more of him and he knew it right away, so he lifted your top garments off to suck your unattended tit. With his free hand, he unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down with your undies, finally gaining easier access to your pussy. He massaged your puffy wet lips completely drenching his two fingers.

“Ah! Uhn~” you moaned when Nagi found your clit. He fervently rubbed the spot which had you wriggling in pleasure under him. Releasing your tit with a pop from his mouth, he got on his knees and sat up. He moved his fingers away from your clit and pushed it in deep inside you. Your mouth fell agape with the sensation. It...feels so good.

Slowly, he massaged your insides, hitting the perfect spot that got you wanting for more. Your back arched in need as you pushed against his fingers. Hmmmnnn...you lightly trembled.

“You want more. Just tell me,” he said, heaving with lust-colored eyes. “Do you want more?”

“Y-Yes, please...” You nodded your head in despair and pushed in deeper. He responded by hooking his fingers in and pumping hard and fast that got you fisting the sheet of his bed as your hips raised higher.

“Ohhh aah aaah! Aaah! This is..Sei aaahn~” Your body shook wildly in bliss as your arousal sprayed over his hand.

He planted a kiss over your forehead and got in between your legs. Hovering you, he freed himself from his sweatshirt and slithered out of his own pants to free his aching cock. His tip was kissing the soft lips of your pussy as his tongue tried to open your other lips for a kiss, which you gladly reciprocated. His long cock was rubbing so satisfyingly against you as he sucked your tongue so deliciously.

“I want you,” he huffed. “I want you so bad.”

“Me too. I want you too,” you cooed.

Shit! He felt his dick go harder.

Nagi aligned his member against your slick entrance, coating the tip with your wetness while teasing your already sensitive clot that got you shivering. He lovingly placed a hand over your head and asked, “Is this okay?”

“Yeah,” you smiled yet it was instantly replaced with a shock as his lengthy cock stretched your little filthy hole.

Oh my go- It’s so hot. It feels so hot.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Y-Yes, I’m fine. Don’t worry,” you breathed out.

“I’ll start moving,” he said as he began easing in and out of you rather sensually. Your hips shook to meet his movements wanting more friction and pleasure utterly desperate to cum yet again.

Nagi couldn’t bear it any longer too and his body soon moved reflexively—his thrusts were becoming more and more hurried, getting rougher second by second. His skin was slapping against yours as he was now drilling you hard and oh so fucking deep your head was touching the headboard whenever he would hit your core.

This...was driving you crazy. You couldn’t even make up his equally lust-filled expression as your vision blurred with too much ragged movement and intense pleasure.

“Aaah...aaah...ahhh!” You moaned and whined endlessly as you wrapped your arms around his muscular frame the way your legs did around his waist. He grabbed a hold of your waist, lifting you up from the bed and reining control of your body. He kept you still as he pounded strongly into your pussy.

“Augh shit- You’re tightening up,” he cursed under his breath.

“I! I! It’s close! I’m close!” Your nails dug deep into skin. “Sei! Sei! I’m-“

Your head tilted back as your eyes and mouth popped open, drool slipping down your mouth as the wave came crashing in. Your body trembled in his embrace and it kept on trembling non-stop as he fucked you senseless in his race to his own orgasm. Pulling his long and pulsating hard cock all out and finally slamming right back in hard, he delivered another mind-shattering orgasm that got you on the verge of passing out as he spilled his cum inside you.

What happened? Last thing you remembered was telling Nagi that you bought him the shoes he’d been eyeing for so long as Christmas present only to be rejected by him...until...

You felt a weird sensation in between your legs. You opened your eyes, finding yourself resting on Nagi’s chest with both of you still naked. You glanced up at him and he cupped your cheek, concern spread across his face.

“Are you fine? Do you need water? Does it hurt anywhere?”

“I’m alright,” you said, blushing. You couldn’t believe you two would have sex before you could even confess out loud.

“About your gift. I love it. I’ll wear them on my next game.” Dearly, he caressed your head. “You don’t have to go buy something that expensive for me though. That’s...that’s what I really meant.”

“I know,” you affirmed rather shyly. You always fought like cat and dog ever since you were children, but somehow what happened a while ago triggered something between yhe two of you that had your emotions exploding.

“I have a gift for you too,” he sat the both of you up and fetched something from his bedside drawer. “Here,” he picked up a small box and gave to you.

You were surprised to find a necklace inside. He took it out of the box and laced it around your neck. “It’s your birthstone. Do you like it?”

“Yes,” you said through a smile and he kissed your nape then your shoulder.

“Thank god. I know nothing ‘bout these things. The lady in the jewelry shop said it’ll be good to start with this.”

You chuckled and leaned back against his chest. Even if you knew what each other feels without saying, you still wanted to clearly convey your feelings.

Looking right through his eyes, you tried to muster, “Sei I-I-“

But he cut you off with a kiss, giving you courage to confess.

“I love you,” he said.

You smiled and replied, “Me too. Ever since.”

He closed the gap between your forehead. “It’s always been the same for me.”

And Nagi tightened his hold on you, kissing you deeper as you spent the cold season, finally, basking in the warmth of each other.

@suyacho enlo, baby! this is your secret santa 🎅 I hope you like this tho it's a bit too late 🙈 happy holidays! 🎄☃️🎆 for @enchantedforest-network secret santa

[ddarker-dreams]

ahem. please consider the following concept because it's been making me lose my mind:

before your paths crossed, the mara that afflicted yan blade had a fluid form, shifting at will. it utilized a wide range of ingredients to serve him torments made to order. while effective, his mara wasn't content to reuse the same old parlor tricks. a certain spice was lacking. one that when shoved down his throat, would eviscerate him from the inside out. however, when you entered the picture, its pièce de résistance could finally be presented on a silver platter.

all along, you've been the missing flavor, as you alone can inflict a mortal wound upon an undying man. it considers you a muse. now, it assumes your likeness when delivering jeering taunts or wicked temptations. your voice echoes in his head. crooning, at first, like the first notes of a lullaby. to him, your voice represents warmth. the sole connection he sees any value in maintaining. his mara knows this and preys on it.

when he teeters on the brink of madness, it's you he sees, radiant and untarnished by the viscera he wades in.

"look at you," this false prophet hums, using your tone and cadence. "this is all you're good for, isn't it? hurting others, i mean."

not you, he'd think. a futile rebuttal.

'you' laugh, your eyes gleaming with unbridled malice. "not me? all you've done is hurt me. just changed your methods, is all. you've taken my happiness, my future... i'd rather you use your sword and get it over with."

the edges of blade's vision turn red. this isn't you, this isn't you, but it might as well. and does that not make it worse? for an apparition to steal the words you're too afraid to tell him?

"not an apparition," 'you' correct. "i'm all you're guaranteed."

he's becoming someone he isn't — or, worse — something he'll never not be.

...

when kafka finds him in the aftermath, slathered in gore, she muses that the blood will wash off, but 'your' influence won't. his mara recedes, grinning with satisfaction from knowing it'll always come back.

[jhuzen]

Hi! I'm here to request a Blade x m.reader(fluff, with a bit of angst). Since you said you're open👀.

I've got an idea. Blade gives like the old black cat energy vibes, and maybe what if he got clingyyyyyy, like so clingy, to the point even he is surprised. That's understandable for some point, cause he's got little to no attention in his past years, after he forgot everything(poor little Bladie)

But who am I to deny Bladie's attention, right? Haha. I really like how u do a bit of headcanons first and then a little fic in the end.

(Can i be anon K, hehe?🤪)

feline care [m.reader]

can you tell how much i love this man? ty ty nonnie K, lysm for this wonderful bladie request,,, jUST A FEW MORE WEEKS, WE CAN DO THIS TOGETHER, MKAY? hang in there <3

𖦹 blade being a cat-aligned man, subtle clinginess and yet no one calls him out for it, mentions of his past (i’ll try not to spoil too much), a tiny pinch of angst, and a spoonful of fluff, bittersweet on some parts (only because i mentioned the word bittersweet lmao)

It’s agreed upon everyone who has known you and Blade that… Blade is a cat more than a man, and you are a scratching post more than his lover.

Not that you’re always covered in scratches (though you have left your shared room in that state on some occasions). It’s more of the premise that he’s almost always latched onto you. It was odd for the others. Even Silver Wolf looks up from her game, baffled to see that when you’re briefing the mission from Elio, somewhere beside you, Blade has his hand on your hip. Kafka sometimes gets interrupted in her gossips with you when Blade sits down without warning beside you. She doesn’t mind from then on. Sam and Elio share the same experiences too.

He just… intervenes silently. Like a cat suddenly demanding your attention while you’re busy and he does it wordlessly and for some reason, no one questions him about it. In the middle of conversations, in the middle of meals, if you’re with someone, Blade does not care and will slide in beside you.

Blade has this primal need to just be beside you, to have a part of him touching you. His shoulder against yours, his hand on your back, heck, even a strand of his hair on yours, it’s more than enough.

No one points it out to him, but he’s the one who slowly came to the realization that he’s being… a little too touchy, a little too clingy than what was normally expected from him. Of course he has his own self-awareness, but it’s just that he’s so drowned and enticed with your presence, it takes him awhile to realize that sort of thing.

He’s a recluse, and often kept to himself. He only follows his comrades and will protect them if necessary, you included. But ever since you’ve propositioned a life of partnership with him — not just any partnership, it’s one that comes with your unbridled love and adoration for him, suddenly he’s reaching out some more to you, sticking some more beside you, needing even just a measly lick of attention from you.

Blade appreciates how you let him do as he wishes. You acknowledge him but not so much that it makes him feel standoffish towards you. It reassures him that he isn’t overstepping. (Though really, you’d love to tease him about it, you know it’ll quickly scare him away and you’ll be deprived of feeling his touches for awhile. It has happened once and you won’t let it happen again).

But it’s his touches that show just how much appreciation he has for the love that you can give him. You love him regardless of his past and how he came to be. And it just… shows how much undying devotion he has for you.

He’s a cat alright, it took you a long time to gain his trust, much less have him speak to you when he was officially onboard with you and the rest of the Stellaron Hunters. But the payoff is so satisfying with how he returns every effort you’ve exerted to get close to him. Now that you did your job, it was his turn to keep you close to him. You did it, and now he wants to be yours without a single question from anyone out there.

However there are bouts of isolation that keeps you from seeing him. It’s those times when he mulls over the things he went through. From Jingliu’s torment, to the betrayal of his fellow comrades to him. And instead of seeking you, he becomes this ball of contempt that slowly consumes him from the inside out. He doesn’t want to be near you even if he wanted to because he’s not so hot on the idea of always associating you in his time of need. He has this sense of duty that when he presents himself to you, that when he willingly hovers around you, he’s in his best, ready to protect you if needed.

And that’s where you normally work your magic.

“Dearest~” Kafka coos from behind you, and with her was Silver Wolf, playing on her games.

Currently, the ship is embarked on a random planet, just a little stopover before continuing on your journeys to hunt Stellarons and aid Elio in his… incredible fascination in being the slave of destiny. And right about now, you were in charge with looking over the next world you and your little crew of misfits are about to pay a little visit to, (perhaps also terrorize).

You grunted in acknowledge from your spot, eyes never leaving the holograms that wafted around your entire space. It was hard work, alright. Sometimes you wonder if Elio is a bitter single that refuses you to even spend some time with your beloved just for a short while.

“Seen Bladie around? Silver Wolf and I are heading down to shop around, might you and your beloved be interested in some fun with us?” Kafka’s eyes crinkle as she looked at you, despite the fact that you weren’t facing her. You can hear the smile in her voice anyway.

You suddenly perk up at the thought. It was strange — Blade wasn’t around for the entire day. Normally he was hovering around you, a hand on your hip while he leaned in with absent subtlety, watching you work in silence. But today… your body barely felt the warmth of his touches, and you were sure you woke up beside him just fine.

Finally did your eyes leave the information, swiping a hand on the projected holograms of information, watching it dissipate into air while you looked at the girls. You cocked your head to the side, all too confused.

“You mean he wasn’t around you guys?”

Silver Wolf only looked at you with the evident exasperation on her face, “He’s basically attached to you 24/7. What makes you think he’ll even come to us?”

Raising a hand in surrender, you only brushed off Silver Wolf’s petty sass, “Okay, okay. Alright.” You brought out your phone, scrolling through the contacts to see if Blade sent you any messages.

It wasn’t even a surprise to see that he has none to say. He was one of those that preferred… coming to see you to talk to you… even if it meant getting the scare of your life after flicking the lights to your bedroom on, only to see him sitting at the edge of the bed, looking at you with anticipation.

It was cute… but your heart that day disagrees.

You pocketed your phone after, “I’ll check around. Maybe Elio had him do something.”

Kafka nods along, “Come and have fun with us if you can, hm? Of course… that is unless if you find fun with each other first.” She cackles at the disgruntled look on yours and Silver Wolf’s faces.

“Gross.”

“Yeah, I agree with the kid.” You pinched the bridge of your nose before waving them off, letting them off the ship while you went off in the other direction, eager to look for Blade.

You’ve searched everywhere, and even went high and low, leaving the one and only unlikely place for Blade to be in since he got with you — his very own room. You can’t seem to recall how your rare invites for him to sleep over soon turned into you constantly waking up with him nestled in your arms while he slept peacefully. The line was very blurry by then, and it was the least of your worries by now.

The door to Blade’s room slid as you entered.

“Aeons, it’s bloody dark in here,” you flicked the lights on with much struggle. “Blade, a— AH—!”

There goes your second heart attack for your lifetime.

Blade was unfazed as he sat on the edge of the bed like the last time, also looking at the door, now right at you as you stood by the door frame, clutching your rapidly beating heart that thudded against your chest.

Your heart quickened in a different way as soon as you saw the faraway look in his eyes. And one too many times, it broke your heart when his eyes expressed such sadness. You didn’t know much, you never asked, you never could stomach seeing him bring out his likely suppressed memories of the past just to satisfy the curiosity you’ve had. All you knew is that he has been through a lot, so much that he only considers himself as a weapon without regard of who he was or what his name was even.

You slowly idled as the unused bed dips in your added weight when you sat beside him. Hands on your lap, gracious enough to give him space until he reels himself back in. That was your little Blade protocol. As long as he isn’t too far gone, you’re ready to express the fact that you are willing to wait for him. Your gaze finds the emptiness of Blade’s room a little too bittersweet — that he had little to no possessions to express who he is, but at the same time a reminder that he vacated this lonely room and migrated to yours.

And while you mulled over the emptiness, Blade was slowly coming into his senses. His mind is in pieces with barely anything but the sharp sting of betrayal from his comrades, the pain he succumbed to under that woman, and the revenge that burdened him as he awaited the day he gets to Xianzhou Luofo to make them all pay the price.

He blinks, suddenly aware of the warmth beside him and he looked to his left to see you, and like a cat, he’s spooked. He stiffened up quick and almost stood up if your hand hadn’t held him down as it quickly landed on his thigh.

“What’s up with you and sitting silently in dark rooms? Seriously, even Silver Wolf’s getting spooked. Did you pick that up from Kafka?” You laughed — not even a mention of what he was thinking about, or what has gotten him all knotted up. Just the way he likes it.

You don’t ask questions, but your warmth invites him to tell you everything that he knows.

Blade only scoffed but a ghostly smile was on his lips. “I like to think without hearing you mumble about what to eat. Is food all you think about?”

“I’m not the one constantly latched onto someone’s hip almost everyday.” You called him out quick and he gave you a look of hesitance. Uncertainty flashes through his normally sharp cold eyes and you were quick to reel him back in. “Not like it’s a problem or anything. Seriously, you’re quicker to spook than a cat. Don’t be so skittish, you’ve seen me without clothes before.”

Blade groaned as he pressed his palm against your mouth, “Quit yammering about things like that.” As blissful as those memories were, the last time you were caught talking about something, Sam overheard, Blade refused to leave your shared room, and you had terrible scratch somewhere along your neck.

Even in the emptiness, you found your bliss beside him and Blade mirrored your sentiments. Even more so when you would shower him in the attention that he so desperately needs without having to beg for it.

You wordlessly watched as he stood up from the edge of the bed. You had every inkling to stop, but you also understood that Blade comes to you when he’s ready. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to keep him around and show him an ounce of comfort that he himself clearly needs. But you were stunned when he turned to you and drops to the floor, on his knees.

“Uh…”

Blade doesn’t speak when his head finds itself on your lap, cheek on your thigh while he refused to look at you.

But when he did, there was a silent plea. To soothe his aches with your loving touch, to comfort him with the smile that finds captures every starlight in existence. You only complied with a minuscule smile as your fingers slowly threaded through his luscious dark hair, fingertips soothingly massaging his scalp.

You relished in the sigh that escaped his lips as he melted in your touch, his head lolling in your lap.

“…Our shampoo does more wonders to your hair than mine.” You commented with a tiny pout and he only grunted in response. He’d rather you talk to him until he forgets that painful void in his chest after being betrayed by his comrades. “Or maybe you’re just naturally perfect, huh?”

“‘M not…” his response was muffled, but you understood nonetheless.

“You are.” You insisted with another grin as you continued to pamper him with your gentle touches. You could see the way his shoulders visibly released tension, his form going slack as he indulged in the comfort you offered.

You stayed in silence with him, the static atmosphere in the room no more than suffocating as you made sure your love and devotion reached him as much as he did yours.

And suddenly, your hand gravitates from his head down to his other cheek, caressing it ever so gently. Your featherlight touch soothes his core deeply and he could only let his lips curl up into a small satisfied smile.

Your hand moved down further until you scratched the underside of his chin.

And a purr rumbles from Blade’s chest.

You stopped and his eyes snapped open as the realization hits you both like the Astral Express. He hurriedly looked up to you and sure enough, there was an ecstatic grin plastered on your pretty face.

“Wh—”

“Don’t.”

…And so you don’t. For now at least.

[not-with-you-but-of-you]

in the spirit of bonding over literati:

1. what is your fave jess one liner?

2. what is your fave rory come back?

3. fave literati exchange?

go crazy 💖

Okay, okay, let’s go!!

1. Ugh, Jess has SO MANY great one-liners, it’s practically impossible to say which one is The Best. “A solution would’ve been birth control — too late, move on” is pretty funny, but I think I’ll go with “You seem very obsessed with length”. I love how he didn’t humor Logan at all, and instead replied with the perfect a silly dick joke 😂 (well, he was being a dick, Jess had no choice but to respond accordingly 😌)

LoganHater!Jess is iconic.

2. I’m probably not educated enough on the non-Jess seasons to give you a true and fair assessment on that. But the first one that comes to mind is in the Pilot when Lorelai says “Hey, I had dibs on being the bitch tonight”, and Rory answers “Just tonight?” <- lmaooo (This Rory would’ve never dragged a dead relationship because of other people’s opinions — her mother’s especially.)

3. This one right here ↴

It’s not about what they’re saying, but rather how they’re saying it. I mean, the softness?? The absolute tenderness??? Jess’s tone when he asks “Oh, yeah?”, and Rory’s smile of pure, unbridled joy in the last gif… 🫠🪦🕊

But I love this entire scene. The way they just keep kissing, and pressing their foreheads together while they hold hands with their eyes closed…… It’s like they’re saying a prayer or something — they might as well be declaring their eternal devotion and undying love for each other at that moment 🤷‍♀️

Look, what eVEn is this?!?!

[thebookofsadala]

Linapol, Warrior Saiyan God/dess of the Spirit

Purveyor of Saiyan Spirit, forces of nature (wind, water, sky, earth, fire), primordial chaos, animals and plants

Youngest sibling of the entire pantheon

Goes by they/them/she/her, all pronouns

Name is a play on the word "pollination"

Changes form and shape constantly as well as gender and sex (the picture depicts their two most used forms)

The god who bestowed upon Saiyans their wild, mercurial, chaotic nature (aka their free spirit)

Patron Saiyans: Raditz and Goten

Soli is the sun and life, the first born when the universe began. Tor is the moon and death, what came after life started. Synphot is the consciousness of all Saiyans, what they gained when they first stepped on land. Dees is their strength, their body, their ideal selves.

Linapol is the wildcard.

They are the chaos and unbridled, undying spirit that lives in all Saiyans. Yes, Dees is the god who bestowed upon Saiyans the ability to adapt to any physically taxing situations (aka the “zenkai boosts”) but Linapol is the spirit itself to NOT give up. They are the voice in Saiyans hearts telling them to push forward, to keep fighting, to dig deep and reach for the impossible. To explore, to seek adventure, to fight, to love, to live. Always laughing in the face of insurmountable odds. It is the most intrinsic, innate ability that all Saiyans possess. It is also why Saiyans in both U6 and U7 believe that in every Saiyan--no matter who you are or where you come from--there is a piece of Linapol deep down, inside every Saiyan heart.

From Linapol, both U6 and U7 Saiyans have the innate ability to connect with animals and plants on any planet in the universe, and the ability to thrive in chaotic situations no matter what. U6 Saiyans use more of the former ability (animal/plant connection), while U7 Saiyans use more of the latter ability (thrive in chaos). In both universes, Linapol isn't particularly worshiped like their other siblings. Instead, Linapol is kind of a "latent" god/goddess. Again, it is because every Saiyan believes that Linapol exists in them all.

Because Linapol changes forms regularly, they are seen in U6 and U7 as the representation of how gender and sex is fluid in their respective societies. Because of this, U6 and U7 Saiyans are not hung up about sex and gender. Many non-binary Saiyans outright worship Linapol, despite there not being specific places/temples to go to on either planet. (As if Linapol cares, ha.)

Linapol as a god/dess embraces change, thrives in uncertainty, loves to buck trends and be themselves, unencumbered. She is quick witted, sharp, strong-willed, funny and spontaneous. The impulsivity can get Linapol in some trouble, another thing that annoys their siblings. Linapol is also quite disorganized and messy, but he doesn't care.

It is because of Linapol's mercurial, chaotic nature that he's kind of... not the most welcomed of the siblings. She tends to get on Synphot's nerves. Dees tolerates her at best. Soli acts like a stern mother with him. The one Linapol gets along with best is Tor because Tor admires Linapol's ability to just be THEMSELVES and no one else. Plus, Tor adores annoying her little siblings and her twin sister, and who else to spice up the boring life of being a Saiyan god than a god/dess who is literal chaos unbridled?

Linapol chose Raditz and Goten in U7 as their patron Saiyans as she felt that they represented the best of the free-wild chaotic Saiyan spirit that lives inside all Saiyans. Especially Raditz! She finds the brother of Soli's chosen (Goku) quite hilarious and charming. Occasionally she will show up in either of her favorite forms depicted above to Raditz, just to tease and mess with him.

[fluffalpenguin]

IT'S HERE AT LAST @arcvmonth AU DAY YEAHHHH never mind that this post is late

I managed to stuff 10 AUs into this bad boy, so this is a image AND text heavy post, be warned! (I genuinely hope you enjoy the ride)

Not arranged in any particular order, and hyperlinks lead to doodles I've posted on Twitter unless stated otherwise!

(CW: imagery of drug use in the first one and mentions of violence in another)

1. Triad AU

It's the 1800s and everybody* does crimes! (*Not everyone)

Raised in the Fusion Society from an early age, Serena has always had mixed feelings about the child trafficking that her foster father's involved in. One day, she comes across a red-haired street performer that brings dazzling smiles of unbridled joy to children and decides to cut ties with her current life. As she eludes the men sent to retrieve her, she runs into who but the leader of a rival organisation, the Lancers!

This holds the distinction of being the only au that I didn't include pawn in some way or another because I can't figure out where to fit Yugo in (probably why my interest in it has somewhat fizzled out already lmao)

I wrote a short ~500 words fic of Serena announcing her departure to Dennis, Sora, and Yuri (conceptually the latter perpetually seethes about her audacity throughout the length of this au because that's funny)

2. Vampire Knight AU

Vampires and humans learning to co-exist in a boarding school is a genius set-up, thank you Hino Matsuri for giving me undying brainrot (pun intended) through creating this (albeit cursed) manga

Turned into a vampire against his will during a brutal massacre, Yugo curses his fate to be a blood-sucking monster every waking hour. And if his life didn't suck hard enough already, he's also forced to partner with (be the research subject of) a human with a set of morals worse than the most depraved vampire he's ever met. At least that lessens his guilt about drinking blood, because if anyone deserves to be a juice box, it's that smug purple-headed bastard! Life at the academy revolves around humans attending Day classes and vampires attending Night classes, but Yugo begs the headmaster to allow him some semblance of normalcy (denial) by letting him attend the Day Class, in which he dozes off often. Luckily, his roommate, Yuto, is there to poke him awake just enough times for him to pass his classes. Like his cousin Yuri, Yuto is also paired with a vampire through the latter's term in the academy. As one of the last surviving pure-bloods in the world, Yuya is uncomfortably used to his fellow vampires looking at him with undiluted reverence while fending off dubious intentions. The two quickly form a close relationship, a stark contrast to the other two boys that they share a house with.

I'm still deciding between having Yuri and Yuya being seatmates or not because both have their pros and cons (Also Yoko is a human, but is also the Night Class teacher; Yuya takes a liking to her pretty quickly)

Yuto, Shun, and Kaito are part of the school's Disciplinary Squad made out of vampire hunters-in training that patrol the grounds after dusk (to make sure their vampiric classmates aren't running around charming guileless humans into being supper) and Yuri, of course, despite being human has asked his beloved Papa for permission to attend Night Class in order to observe his research subjects in their natural habitat! (He unnerves everyone, but they don't disturb him because the last time someone tried they learnt first-hand that he has an taser whip to protect himself)

3. OCG AU

I've recently posted (how recent is recent?) a compilation post of doodles for this AU then I realised I never talked about the plot so

Childhood friends Yuto, Shun, and Ruri are training hard to join the elite ranks of the Dogmatikan Order. When Ruri doesn't return from her Ascension ceremony, the two defy sect rules to search for her. Yuto comes across a mysterious red-headed boy incarcerated within the inner confines of the Order's keep and...

I know it doesn't look like it but pawn is more of a background ship in this story, counterpart and swift take center stage (because Yuto and Rin are the main characters to me)

When I cooked this up in 2021, I was so desperate to escape from my schoolwork that I ended up making an 15+ chapter outline, here's an excerpt

(Just kidding I do have half a prologue and one chapter written out, one day I'll revisit this for sure)

Oh also, Yuri and Yuya are twins separated at birth

4. Exorcist AU

This one is the multi-series AU, because everyone has one, right!

This started as my 2022 Halloween pawn piece and then over a five-hour midnight bus ride at midnight two months later I decided to make a bad decision that led me to dozing off while queuing up in a theme park in the middle of the afternoon

(Yuto's design is so horribly outdated but I haven't digitalised his new one yet sorry, also shark and kaito heads are by @2-ennn)

In a world ravaged by demons, Yugo has spent his entire life on the tiny island he's called home learning the ropes of exorcism. His life is shaken up when he's assigned to show a visitor around, an exorcist from the mainland with a devilish smile that raises his hackles. He finally drops his suspicions and guard when Joeri sustains injuries protecting him from a demonic attack, and the two become closer... (They even have cute fluffy dates) Well, only until Joeri reveals that it was all staged and that he's a demon (and that his name is actually Yuri) before making off with the church's most prized weapon/artifact/thing/sorry I haven't really decided yet

If you saw my tweet from last year complaining about how I have to write 7 chapters first before I can write about my otp kissing I was referring to this au (joke's on my past self because I skipped ahead to write it anyway)

Yubel, Placido, and IV are the respective leaders of the three factions, but the island that Yugo (and Rin) grew up on is managed by Sherry because man am I hungry for Sherry Yugo sibling-like interactions

I love this AU, but writer's block crashes down like a brick (I've attempted to rewrite Chapter 1 more than two times and I'm still pulling my hair out because I need it to be Perfect)

5. DGS AU

What's up Ace Attorney fans, do I have a fangame in the works for you! It's based on The Great Ace Attorney/Daigyakuten Saiban, but there's no spoilers for it if you haven't played it

I can't talk too much about the plot since I do want to make a playable version one day but I will say that the first trial is defending Yugo from a murder charge (lol)

It's also one of the rare AUs where there's barely any explicit romance(?), only murder and mystery here! (you bet I'm going to write so many allusions for my favourite ships though winky face)

I started writing trial scripts for this but then I got really overwhelmed when looking for a good AA game maker so if anyone has recommendations please send them my way (Ideally they'd have the DGS UI...)

6. Casino AU

The Yuboys are dealers in a casino, and maybe it's a fun goofy little vn (it's a vn)

I have a whole thread on twitter for this one for the drawings i've made, but I'll post some on here so I can ramble a little

It started out as a concept for gacha cards, but then became its own monster (that's currently slumbering)

Originally Reiji was the owner of the casino, but I'm trying my best to include Ray and Zarc more into my aus when I can because I just want more excuses to write/draw my trophy wife (zarc)

this drawing is so old but clutches head i love u4 so much rrrrrrr

I wanted to make little acrylic standees back then (honestly still do a little)

Speaking of little acrylic standees...

7. Rune Factory AU

This one is roughly based on Rune Factory 5, but all you need to know is... nothing, actually; I can't even reference the plot because I've barely played the game myself lol but i just really wanted fantasy farming yuboys

(and then none of the characters ended up being vegetable farmers, even outside of the yuboys)

Harvest Moon/Rune Factory is a game where you live on a farm and eventually maybe marry someone, so one day when I've done all of the full body sprites (pauses and looks to the horizon) I want to make a uquiz that tells you who your destined Bachelor/ette is

It'd be one of the AUs without any 'canon' ships but Ray and Zarc's backstories are kinda tied together so... yup anyway here's a list of things that are true in this AU:

yuya zarc siblings and zarc is a mean older brother

i was going to make zarc the cool mysterious guy that you rarely see but gap moe is one hell of a drug

yuzu and her dad own the grocery store, yuya helms the local inn with yoko, who manages the baths within, zarc opens his diner for business when he feels like it (he's actually so good at cooking), yugo and rin are a blacksmith/carpenter duo, kurosakis have a bakery, though ruri spends her time playing detective, yuto runs the local clinic and sawatari is the town mascot

every monday night, a mysterious phantom thief with orange hair stalks the streets!

the squad that reiji captains serves to fix problems like monster infestations, but they usually have a lot of free time on their hands (well, not reiji) so yuri is constantly annoying yugo and yuto for fun and serena spends her time befriending the girls

ray only returns to town and opens up her flower shop when you defeat the 2nd boss and yuri can be found loitering there often, ray is the only person that makes him remotely uncomfortable

i was going to make yuto the 'protagonist' with amnesia (it's a RF thing) but then i was told he'd be funnier as a doctor (and now I can also give him glasses)

8. Gunvolt AU

Azure Striker Gunvolt is a fast-paced 2D action sidescr-- okay you know what, all you have to know is that the yuboys are villains belonging to a mega corporation that aims to control society through the power of virtual idols and music (yes, this is a real plot point from the original work) and Serena storms their hideout to kick their asses in order to truly free Yuzu (who escaped and was found unconscious in an alley by her now gf) from their clutches

Yuuri: Well, well. Maybe today won't be boring, after all. Serena: Is… Is he in a straitjacket?  Yuuri: I'd really appreciate it if you didn’t talk about me like that to my face, thank you. Serena: If I did, would you move out of the way? Yuuri: If I did, would you free me of these restraints? Rin: That doesn’t seem to be the wisest thing to do. Serena: Yeah. Dream on. Yuuri: Then we only have one choice left, don’t we?

(Yeah I put him in a straitjacket)

The grey numbers are for the design notes I wrote alongside when drawing this, here's a pastebin! (It's not required reading, but I would deeply appreciate it if you checked my rambling out)

Reiji is the final boss for some light AkaSere, but I'm still figuring out his character (and everyone elses', tbh)

The main fun of this AU for me was definitely making parodies of the skill cut-ins! (Yuri's one is due for a remake... I also really need to get around to finishing Yuto and start on Yugo's to complete the set)

Yuya's second one is for when you beat his first form and he uses his last resort to merge with the other three or something (His pose and cape is a nod to Astrograph!)

9. Obelisk Force AU

Okay, before you continue, go and get this song playing in the background first (I will give you a cookie if you read the lyrics too)

Okay, let's go! (with the energy of an excited tour guide)

It'd be an absolute understatement to say I love the concept of Obelisk Force Yugo; one time I made a 10-minute TED talk trying to pick apart why I liked it so much, but back then I still didn't have a good grasp of what my ideal ObeFo Yugo/Pawn was... Until I came across that song on Spotify and asked a friend for help on brainstorming (lost if u see this HI) and the rest, as they say, was history

Yugo is picked up (kidnapped) by Academia at an early age (think like, 5-6) after they witness his duelling skills (Leo really needs LOTS of child soldiers)

they erase his memories then for better assimilation into the academy, though he still retains a sense of stubborn individuality

he's constantly bullied by the other students for being an orphan from the Synchro Dimension, and he gets into fights often

eventually, Leo orders Yuri to take care of the matter (children will be children, but Academia MUST have order)

when Yuri approaches Yugo, he's just finished throwing hands against yet another crowd of students

Yuri attempts diplomacy, even challenging him to a duel, but Yugo is exhausted from his earlier fight and turns him down brusquely, stalking back to his room

Yuri attempts to block his way and gets shoved aside, falling to the ground and cracking his duel disk

he snaps, as the duel disk had been a gift from the professor, and how dare you?

he's beating Yugo half to death when a lightbulb goes off in his head

he proposes to Yugo to personally take charge of his education because he is so gracious and charitable and it's the least he could do for someone who shares his face

Yugo, of course, is completely dumbfounded but faints from a combination of blood loss and fatigue before he can reply no

when Yugo has recovered, Yuri pops the question again, and the two decide to settle the matter through a duel

Yugo loses (duh)

time flies as Yuri teaches Yugo how to stop students from coming back for revenge, among other things (it also helps that the other students are already creeped out by him) and significantly raises his quality of life at Academia which Yugo is thankful for

time skip! Yugo successfully joins the Obelisk Force and promptly unbuttons the jacket instantly (it's a tight fit, okay)

Yugo can feel his serpentine gaze drill into him from where Yuri sits cross-legged on a chair a distance away, his chin cradled thoughtfully in one hand. He waits for a comment, but nothing but silence comes. Finally, he mutters, "What, you're not going to scold me for desecrating the uniform?" A wide smile crinkles Yuri's face. "Not just your wardrobe, but even your vocabulary's upgraded, hm?" Before Yugo can form a retort, he goes on, "Actually, I think I like it." His chair barely makes a sound, muffled by the carpet as he stands up and makes his way across the room. The footsteps stop when teal and magenta are inches away. Lightly, he fingers the lapel of Yugo's new jacket as he rakes a half-lidded gaze from head-to-toe. "It makes you stand out from the others in the Force. And that's fitting. After all..." "You're not the Professor's. You're mine."

One day, Yuri and/or Yugo are sent to capture... Rin! Her picture gives Yugo a sense of deja vu, but he doesn't understand why...

Yugo's memories come back in a flood when he makes eye contact with his old childhood friend that he hasn't seen in almost a decade

The capture is successful, and back at Academia Yugo begs the Professor for the authority to be in charge of her incarceration (In trying to mold Yugo into his shadow, Yuri has unknowingly created a competitor for the Professor's acknowledgement)

Before the Professor can respond, a girl of Yugo's age steps into the room to report to the Professor as a fresh recruit

Leo introduces a brainwashed yandere Ruri as Rin's appointed jailer

Yeah that's right I managed to fit apple and swift in here thumbs up emoji

Anyway it's now a romantic comedy with a love triangle (it's not)

10. Hades AU

No deep thoughts nor any plans for this one it was more of a costume design exercise but I'm including it here because I still like them quite a bit

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If you've actually made it this far, I don't know what to say... thank you!

If you'd like to see more of any of these (including some of the ones that I didn't manage to include but might have posted before like the Alice in Wonderland one, or the Dark Signer one, or the university one, or the Yuri half-turns into a Starve Venom dragon boy one, or the the Monster Hunter one (less of an AU and just a hey they are gaming), or the Z-arc suddenly has four toddlers and they are the yus and he has to juggle parenting and pro-duelling one, and whichever ones I might have forgotten, my ask box is open!! Again, thanks for reading!

[dragonmasterhiccup]

She tilts her head, her brow furrowed, wondering what he had gone through to cause him such pain.

Melodía gently takes his hand and caresses his cheek with her thumb. “Alright…” 

As he explained the way he was treated, the girl feels a growing pit in her stomach. And then that pit is replaced with a fire of absolute unbridled rage. She did her best not to let it show, but this… this was not okay. The former mermaid was absolutely horrified to hear what her fiance had gone through at the hands of his supposed “friends”.

Practically suppressing a growl, her eyes ablaze, she asks as her voice progressively raises. “And nobody stood up for you? Astrid, Fishlegs… you father? Where was he? He… he didn’t treat you that way too, did he…? Have they ever even apologized…?!”

Her eyes fill with tears before she pulls him close into a tight hug, holding him protectively and running a hand through his hair, taking deep breaths to try and calm herself down. This was NOT okay. The fact they had gotten away with it was unacceptable. She had to make it right. 

“Hiccup… I’m so, so sorry they were so cruel to you.” She whispers before pulling back and looking him in the eyes, her own still brimmed with tears. The princess takes on a firm, commanding, yet still loving tone with him.

“You listen to me, Hiccup Haddock. You are so incredibly strong. You’ve been through so much. You’re brave, and the fact that you forgave all of them after gods know what they did to you, just speaks volumes about what an incredible person you are. The world needs more people like you. The only reason they picked on you is because you were different. I know what that’s like. People fear differences, they’re threatened by them, by the kind of person you are. They knew they could never be you. You being different is a beautiful thing. It’s the whole reason I fell in love with you. You’re smarter, kinder, stronger, braver, and better than any of them could ever HOPE to be. And I will never EVER let ANYONE speak to you that way or mistreat you again, you hear me?” 

The tears are full on pouring down her face now, the expression of simultaneous rage and undying love still very prominent. She pulls him into her arms again, clinging to him almost possessively. “They’ll never hurt you again.” She says coldly. “Nobody will. Never again.”

(she’s MAAAAAD- and she is not done yet XD this is her being tame for Hiccup)

He shrunk back slightly at the change in her demeanor. "Uh...I mean, like I said, it...it was a long time ago. Dad, he wasn't like that, we just...had nothing in common..."

Thinking back, he nodded. "Yeah...Astrid was the first to apologize."

Wait, was she crying? "Please, don't cry..." Was it really that bad? He shouldn't have told her...he hated seeing her so upset. Returning her embrace, his expression became a mix of confusion and concern.

Pulling away, he couldn't quite take in all that she'd said. Searching her eyes, he could see something simmering below the surface, and he wasn't sure what to think about it.

This was a whole new side to Melodía...and this side of her...well, it scared him a bit.

As she pulled him back in, her words caused a chill to go down his spine. "Uhm, M-Melodía...h-hang on, just--" pulling away, he squinted his eyes at her, wondering just where the Melodía he knew went.

"They may have treated me badly when we were kids, but--but we're way past that now. I mean--the amount of times they've saved my life, especially when we were out on the Edge? It more than males up for whatever harsh words or deeds they might've done before."

Taking her hand in his, he reassured her, "Look, I'm, I'm fine, really...please, don't let this affect you..."

He was pleading with her now, his eyes on hers. "I've let it go. I need you to do the same."

[annaizscribbling]

Ch 9.

Wordcount: 2922

Content warnings: Dissociation. Paranoia. Violence

Virgil is standing at the edge of the ledge, letting the sound of the water lead his mind. His feet are hanging over the rough stone edge. That shoelace he keeps forgetting to retie dangles a few inches lower, closer. One day. One moment. His time will come. It must.

If his thoughts are a little paper boat, then he is adrift in an ocean that knows best. It is a reverent place to be.

But he is plagued by one question. One repeated over and over until the echoes of each plea are bouncing against the walls, joining and doubling until the roar of his blood running through his veins is matched by the roar of anguish in his head.

Why can’t he be more worthy yet?

His empty, empty body is filling with his own sorry woes, instead of the water he craves to swell up with. Make him a worthy vessel, he doesn’t care if he isn’t ready. Virgil wants to be everything and more, all to please the only thing that matters at all. Perhaps the logical part of him knows it isn’t his time, he is not ready yet. He must continue to grow stronger,he  must grow more worthy. His strength is pitiful, though his resolve is strong. It is a prison to live in.

Virgil has to wait.

He starts to walk out of the cave, his cave. His stupid, weak mind has to leave before too late. Before he physically couldn’t. He scuffs his shoes along the floor.

But he doesn’t want to. He wants to be consumed. He wants to drown and suffocate in a roar of painful bliss that overcomes every bit of doubt and weakness that bridles him. He wants to be pummeled by waves. He wants to open his lungs and never breathe back out, too full of that sweet, cold, frothy water. Too full of a truth and understanding too majestic to hold.

Virgil craves it. He is insatiable. His mind keeps spinning. The water is rocking him, mentally? Physically? Doesn’t matter, he’s swaying back and forth. He’s falling to a rhythm; his mind can fade away. He can’t stop imagining lying on his back in the center of the water, rocking with the waves.

Back. Forth. Back. Forth. Back. Forth. Back. Forth. Back. Forth.

The cave knows best. It knows it isn’t time yet. The cave knows, it’s so knowledgeable. So smart. It loves him, it won’t flood him yet, no matter how much Virgil begs. He can’t stop fantasizing; it sounds just so delicious. The prospect is tantalizing. It is beautiful.

His teeth are clenched hard, he’s grinding them. Slowly, he drags himself out of the cave, lingering as long as he can manage. He passes the old carved door, closing his eyes in frustration. Yes, the waters flow unceasingly, but how can he live knowing they flow without him? With no one to bask in the presence of their tides?

Take off your shoes, the water shouldn’t be disturbed by impurities. This is a sacred space.

Strip away your clothes and cast them aside, lest any artificial barrier stop you from being truly embraced by the unending arms of the water.

Close your eyes. You have not the strength to gaze below the surface of the running waters.

Do not hold your breath, you have no need for air any longer. There is only water and becoming one with the water in a crashing symphony in which you join the choir of waves and splashes below. Join the song greater than any melody your lone, dry voice could ever manage by itself.

Oh god…

He’s so ready… so unbelievably ready.

Wait.

Virgil blinks several times, shaking his head. When did he walk back in? He’s standing at the ledge again, much much closer to stepping over the edge. That’s not right.

Or is it? It would be so easy to jump. So easy to plunge into the cleansing water below. So easy to drown. He could just jump. Maybe it is his time to prove his undying devotion. Even the wisest may not have the courage to be made righteous. Maybe a fool can achieve purity in ways that the scholar cannot. A fool unbridled by the chains of understanding. Maybe…

No. No, it isn't time yet. He isn’t ready. Not yet. Not yet. Not quite yet.

He drags himself away. It’s hard, but he forces himself to sink out. It feels disrespectful to do so in the cave, but he can’t handle the long walk out like this. Not while the sweet dewy scent of the cave beckons him to stay too alluringly. Not while the waters mist his skin, and the waves sing to him.

Once he rises up in the commons area, he squints and covers his eyes with a growl. The living room is bright, obnoxiously so, with sunlight. The windows are open, it looks like mid afternoon when the sun is at its most relentless. The dim cave from before made the contrast especially unbearable.

The room is warm and inviting, cozy and neat, but just lived in enough to feel welcoming.

“Stupid,” Virgil mutters under his breath, rubbing his eyes to make the stinging stop. The sun is bright and painful and he hates it. He drags himself to the kitchen.

When was the last time he ate something? When was the last time he sat down at a table? A few days? Longer? Time is bleeding together, not that it really matters, he supposes. Who cares what day it is anymore? Though a shiver of nerves runs though his body anyway, the prospect of not knowing is frightening.  Ugh.

He grabs hold of the refrigerator door handle and gives a lazy tug. It pops open. Technically he doesn’t have to eat at all, but it helps. Feels good, lets him think more clearly. Virgil roots around the contents of the fridge, pushing aside fruit and leftovers. In the very back, he can make out some mac and cheese stuffed into a too small Tupperware.

With a shrug, he pulls it out, discarding the red sticky note on top with Roman’s swirling handwriting. The note has roses doodled on the corner.

Virgil absently closes the fridge door with his foot as he pops the lid off but lets out a very embarrassing sound when the closed fridge reveals Janus, who had been standing behind it for hell knows how long.

“Ah! Fuck!” Virgil hisses, baring his teeth and clutching the food to his chest defensively. His heart is beating wildly from the fright. It makes him angry,

“Ah, good afternoon, Virgil. Funny running into you here,” Janus says as he examines the ends of his fingers, as if his gloves weren’t covering his nails. He looks more weary than usual, despite the unbothered façade.

“Leave me alone, I’m just eating, you freak. Not funny.” Virgil is scowling, nose scrunched up in a disgusted crinkle. He tosses the Tupperware lid in the general direction of the sink. It slaps the counter and falls to the floor.

“Tsk tsk. I’m allowed to use this kitchen now too, Virgil. What if I’m also hungry, hmm?” Janus says patronizingly, as he plants the tip of his leather dress shoe squarely on the sticky note Virgil had thrown aside. A tiny, self-satisfied smirk crossed his half reptilian lips as he looked down at Roman’s ‘reserved for the prince’ written claim to the food.

“I don’t care. Leave.” Virgil is not subtle as he brushes past Janus, bumping his shoulder into the other side’s.

Janus doesn’t seem bothered by the impolite gesture; he just brushes an imaginary speck of lint off his caplet. “Aw, you’re no fun. Maybe I want to steal Roman’s food too? Did you think about that?”

“You don’t eat at this time in the day,” Virgil mutters out of the corner of his mouth, opening the microwave and tossing the container in. He slams it shut. It made a satisfying sound.

“How sweet, you remember my eating habits,” Janus smiles thinly.

“Go choke on your own tail,” he punches in a time on the microwave with more force than strictly necessary.

Janus gives a sigh, as if disappointed in Virgil’s behavior. Almost as if he hadn’t been the instigator of the squabble. It was like he just couldn’t help but nettle Virgil at every turn, poking and prodding. He makes it look so easy. That stupid smug smirk fades for just a moment. “Alright, alright. I’ll take the high ground. I’m sorry, okay? Why don’t we try again?”

“Leave.”

“Virgil,” Janus says again, sounding more serious. “I mean it, I am sorry. We can be nice, me included.”

“Blah, blah, blah,” Virgil rolls his eyes so far back it nearly gives him a headache. Worth it though.

The humor is completely gone from Janus’ eyes now. “Virgil.”

“Can you leave now? Your presence makes my food taste sour,” he muttered, leaning his head against the glass of the microwave. The hum feels good against his forehead. Probably giving him radiation poisoning though. Maybe not good.

“Virgil, we really do need to talk.”

“’Virgil, we really do need to talk,’” Virgil parrots back mockingly. “Don’t care. Leave.”

Janus presses his lips into a taut line. “I hate to do this, believe me I do, but we’re worried about you, understand? Not just you but everyone around you, don’t you see what’s happening? You’ve gotten in deeper than you can handle and it’s time to seek help. I am here for—”

“Hold on. Hold the fuck on. Is this a fucking intervention?” Virgil stares in an angry disbelief. His mouth is half open from the sheer audacity.

Janus stops, blinking slowly. He squints. “…no.”

Virgil scoffs loudly, crossing his arms. “This is an intervention. Oh my god. You’re trying to— Psh. Absolutely not. You’re such a piece of shit. Really? Just you staging this? Cornering me alone? What were you thinking?!”

“I was thinking,” Janus says through his teeth, “of not spilling your little habits to the other sides. Because I maybe, just maybe, know it would cause you great mental anguish, you blockhead. Almost like I respect your privacy or something equally ridiculous as that. Maybe I just so happen to know a group intervention would freak you out. Not that it is an intervention or anything, because you would completely hate that. This is … a heart-to-heart conversation about your destructive habits. Nothing else. Completely different. Totally.”

“Screw you!” Virgil snaps as the microwave starts blaring. He rolls his eyes and opens the door, grabbing his food and only mildly burning himself on the hot plastic. He bites his tongue and drops the container on the counter, the mac and cheese sizzling. “Shit.”

“Virgil—” Janus sighs again.

“Shut it before I throw something at you. I don’t care. I don’t care about this, I don’t care about— I don’t care about you. Scram, now.” Virgil’s voice is weak, it’s wavering. It’s stupid. So stupid. He’s just angry, that’s why his voice is so creaky. Not because the look in Janus’ eyes is killing him. Not because he believes a word the snake is saying.

“Virgil please,” Janus says again, taking a step forward but seeming to think better of it. He leans backwards a bit without retracting the step. “I want to help. Let me. You are struggling, just ask me. Please,”

Virgil rolls his eyes and pushes his hands in his hoodie pockets. “Don’t beg, you’re too high and mighty for that.”

“I can worry about my pride another day, Virgil dear. Focus on you. Come on, you’re in too deep. It’s happening again, don’t you remember last time? Do you not remember what it did to you? Remember how it ends? How it always ends?” Janus presses, in Virgil’s eyes he seems to grow larger, stronger, more like he’s looming over Virgil’s head.

“It is not the same, shut up. It’s not!” Virgl bristles. His hands are fists in his pockets. He’s pushing the soles of his shoes into the floor.

“Yes, it is, of course it is. You just can’t see it. You’re confused,” Janus insists sharply, the intensity in his eyes is growing.

“No! No, I’m not! You’re lying again. You always lie. You lie and confuse me on purpose!” Virgil shouts, grabbing at his hair on either side of his head. His heart is hammering. He’s getting shaky. His body is fighting itself, like when one has a fever that defends the body while wreaking havoc on itself at the same time. How dare he talk like that? LIke he knows anything? It’s despicable. It’s evil.

Janus shakes his head, growing more frustrated, desperate even. It’s a trick. It has to be a trick. “You know that isn’t true, you know it. You’re the one lying, and it’s to yourself, you imbecile. I am trying to help you. I am the only one trying to help you, because I am the only damn person who has seen this before!”

“Shut up!” Virgil screams and drags his hands roughly down his face, as if he could peel the panic off his skin. “You— you monster. You’re using me! You’re so awful! But I won’t fall for it. I won’t.”

“You know that isn’t true, I pulled you out last time, but you’re almost too far gone, Virgil. The cave, that place, it corrupts you, Virgil. It hurts you.” The building anguish in Janus’ voice is like ants crawling around in his skull. It’s driving him mad. Janus is just pleading now, begging even. It’s horrible. It’s nauseating.

“No! No! You corrupt me. You do! It’s all you. You’re just mad that I won’t fall for your tricks anymore. But I won’t fall for them again. Never. I know better. The waters teach me,” Virgil says through his sharp teeth and wet mouth. He’s so angry. He’s so conflicted. His voice is flimsy.

“Virgil, Virgil,” Janus puts up his hands as if to calm him. He smooths over his voice, beginning to sound gentle, understanding. Safe. “it’s alright, look I’m sorry. I got over excited, yeah? I apologize. Let’s calm down for a moment, let’s be sensible. You managed it last time. It’s okay, let’s just talk it through, nice and slow. We have plenty of time, isn’t that right?”

“No,” Virgil clawed at his hair. “No, no, no. Just stop. You lie… you always lie,” his voice cracked. Tears are filling his eyes.

“You’re afraid, I know, Virgil. You’re scared, and it helps with that. Well, at least you’re deluded into thinking that it helps you, but it’s hurting you. That is what it does, Virgil, I thought we got through it last time,” Janus looks pained, disappointed, concerned. He sighs, “there are parts of the minds that we aren’t to touch—"

“No!” Virgil interjects, anger starts to stir in his gut again, overpowering the panic and despair already there. It’s almost a relief. “No, you aren’t to touch it. It doesn't want you, know why? You’re a liar. The waters are clean, not like everybody else. Not like you.”

Janus clenches his teeth, looking slightly panicked at losing the ground he had been gaining. He shook his head, looking incredulously at him. “Virgil, I’m begging you. Listen to yourself, please. Even Remus is worried about you, Remus. Remus came to me this morning, see how far you’ve gone?”

Virgil feels his stomach drop. “you’re … you’re plotting together now?! You and Remus? You’re sick, you’re twisted. God, I hate you! I hate you!” he shouted, eyes wide and frenzied.

“Shit. You’re losing it,” Janus says faintly to himself. “Virgil, buddy, calm down. You’re going to hurt yourself, yourself and Thomas. Is that what you want?”

“You’re lying,” Virgil says darkly. “You’re manipulating me, you snake. You sinner. You monster.”

Janus makes a strained sound, nervously tugging at his gloves. “Virgil, please. Please. You know I care, don’t be stupid. Despite everything, you know it. Think about it, come on now. Who stopped you from drowning last time?

“You stopped me from getting to the truth! Not again, not again, I won’t let you do it again,” Virgil says breathlessly. His chest is heaving. His head is spinning.

“It’s destroying you! Listen to me damn it!” Janus growls, waving one arm around. “You aren’t listening!”

Virgil shouts no particular word, he isn’t sure if he should curse or cry. He rubs his face harshly. He wants to run. He wants to hide. He wants to hurt something. “No, no, no, no. The water flows unceasingly. The water flows unceasingly. The water flows unceasingly.”

“The fuck?” Janus makes a face, hesitating. He looks thrown off. “Virgil, stop that. You’re blabbering nonsense. No, you’re going insane. What are you even saying? Just— just stop that.”

“The water flows unceasingly. Two gates. Men do not enter by this one, but it is rather a path for immortals. The water flows unceasingly,” Virgil mutters some more, trying to focus. Focus on the truth. Focus on the water. The water is true and just and pure. The water is safe.

“Virgil!” Janus grabs Virgil’s arm firmly, worry is unabashedly filling his eyes. “Listen to me, I am begging you. You’re spiraling—”

“Don’t touch me!” Virgil shrieks, his fist curling into a ball and cutting up through the air before he can even think to stop himself. His knuckles meet skin and bone.

Blink.

Ch 8. Ch 10.

[gealach-in-a-misty-world]

In the year 4 BCE, an ambitious courtier is called upon to seduce the young emperor—but quickly discovers they are both ruled by blood, sex and intrigue. In 1740, a lonely innkeeper agrees to help a mysterious visitor procure a rare medicine, only to unleash an otherworldly terror instead. And in present-day Los Angeles, a college student meets a beautiful stranger and cannot shake the feeling they’ve met before. Across these seemingly unrelated timelines woven together only by the twists and turns of fate, two men are reborn, lifetime after lifetime. Within the treacherous walls of an ancient palace and the boundless forests of the Asian wilderness to the heart-pounding cement floors of underground rave scenes, our lovers are inexplicably drawn to each other, constantly tested by the worlds around them. As their many lives intertwine, they begin to realize the power of their undying love—a power that transcends time itself…but one that might consume them both.

"Just because something is true, doesn't mean it is good."

Justinian Huang's The Emperor and the Endless Palace is inexplicably marketed as a romantasy, but it's more than that and it's not that at all. It is romantic, in the truest sense of the word, but it's not a romance: it's a story about love and lust, obsession and revenge. We follow three apparently unrelated storylines, ranging from the distant past in Imperial China to the present, but realize very quickly how these storylines are related. One could say that it's obvious, since it's right there on the blurb, but the way the story is told makes the beauty of it, and it surprises with a few well-placed twists that stun and confound and yet, seem inevitable.

Everything moves like clockwork, every lingering question is answered. The author paints with deft strokes the life at Court of an ambitious clerk, the life of a restless innkeeper in the woods, the life of a present-day gay man coming to terms with his orientation; and the characters breathe to life, with all their contradictions. The reveal of the tangled web of lust and love, of the way the circle of reincarnation drives the characters' lives, is done beautifully.

The prose really is incredible. The narration is vivid, and quite explicit, with unforgettable imagery. There are quite a few sex scenes, and each is described with metaphors suited to the time, which I found very clever. There's quite a few quotes from ancient poetry, and the author seamlessly works in folk tales and real history to make a grand tale of unbridled passions and toxic behavior.

The story presents some triggering scenes of sexual assault.

The Emperor and the Endless Palace is a gorgeous cautionary tale.

✨ 5 stars

[You can find more of my reviews about queer speculative fiction on my blog MISTY WORLD]

[arcanecovcn]

...and they're singing my praises, screaming my name out loud. this is why we're immortal now.

verse: 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆.

See? This is what happens when you're shown the ugly side of society.

Incessant bullying because you're different, because your brain works differently. Teachers and classmates make your school days a living hell, force your magic to show up in unexpected ways at an early age. Being 11 years old with an unstable mind and emotionally fragile is a recipe for disaster... and just when you think it couldn't get any worse, it does.

A brilliant, misguided, and vengeful man notices your power, the rawness of it. He sees through you like glass: your flaws, your insecurities, the pain you try to hide but most importantly-- he sees your potential. Approaching you is easy for him: kind words work best when the soul is aching, showing you that you're not as alone in this as you think makes you fall into his trap like a helpless fly in a scary spider's web. You're done and hooked in the same move and he knows this.

Then comes the blow that your father wasn't expecting: his one and only son, the one meant to continue the Fleehan legacy, likes boys. As some sort of cosmic joke, your father rejects your preferences and in turn, rejects you for who you are, driving a stake through the already open and bleeding wound you've had all your life. Rejection from other people didn't hurt as much but coming from your father? Francis doesn't know how bad it hurts.

But Liam does.

Liam Blackbourne, ever the manipulative asshole, takes advantage of that pain to lure you further into his arms. Showing you comprehension and acceptance -something he truly feels because he couldn't care less about your homosexuality- is easy, so easy that your confused and battered mind can't comprehend why your father won't feel the same way. That rejection hurts the worst, it becomes your breaking point...

And he knows this.

Turning you into the perfect soldier by feeding off your insecurities is-- ridiculously easy. He takes them, transforms them, and twists them so much that when he shows you the least bit of affection you're eager to soak it in. That turns into undying and unwavering loyalty, making you believe that nobody would ever accept you the way Liam- and his offspring do. You've finally found your place, you won't let them down. You can't allow yourself to lose more.

Over the years, you become their best assent and society's worst nightmare: a mage trained in combat, abusing his raw power to fight for Liam's ideals -that have become your own-. When you're as powerful and unbridled as you are, taking an entire battalion of mages down on your own, you're labeled down as a monster, a menace... however, there is a name, a single word that describes you perfectly:

Leviathan.

[anotherbluesunday]

✨Intertidal Update: Chapter 24 (Kent)✨

Haphazardly closing the bedroom door, I slammed the bathroom door shut behind me. Gasped with a heaving sob as I raked my hands through my hair. Fell backwards against the wall and collapsed into a mess on the cold tiled floor as I cried. Cried and cried as I curled in on myself.

What had I done?

What was the reason?

Why? Why was it that every time I trusted someone with my heart they just crushed it in their fucking fingers without a shred of mercy?

An attention whore. A showman that lived for the limelight who hadn't a care for anyone else. Was that really all she saw me as? Was that what I was in Winnie's eyes? After everything? The mornings together. The kisses and constant hand holding. The surprise dates to nowhere because nothing was more fun than just running around town and seeing where the day took us. Every time I held her in my arms and made love to her. Gave her my body, heart, and soul. Shared the parts of myself that I wasn't proud of. The parts of myself that made me feel weak. What made me feel so horrifically human that I used to lose sleep thinking about these failings only for her to tell me that she loved them because they made me who I was today.

Was all of it a lie?

Was it all one-sided?

What had I done to deserve this vitriol?

Hyperventilating, my brain screamed at me to breathe. To calm down. But I couldn't. Couldn't let this one go. I didn't have it in me to win this battle. Winnie's words had cut too deep. Her insecurities mutating into an unbridled rage that had chewed me up like I was nothing to her. Like I had deserved it. Maybe I did. Maybe this was the universes way of telling me to leave before I could get bloodied up any worse than I already was. But the cruelest part of it was that I couldn't turn my back on her. I couldn't let Winnie go because my love was undying and nothing was irrational and illogical as this.

It was ridiculous really. Hilarious in a sad pitiful way because anyone with sense would let go. But she was my person--the love of my life. My one. Winnie had hurt me in ways I hadn't known were possible. But I loved her. Couldn't ever stop myself and it made me laugh past my anguished sobbing because it was such a hopeless situation. There was no way to move forward from here if Winnie didn't change but I couldn't make her change. She had to want it. She needed to want to change if she wanted me and the painful realization was that I wasn't important enough to motivate her.

Winnie wanted perfection. Demanded it. And she was so blinded by this that no one and nothing could stop her once she got onto a war path.

I was just collateral damage in the end.

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[mybookplacenet]

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About Fresh Dew on Butterflies: Steam Level: 6/6 - Spicy, detailed, explicit When Douglas begins an affair with his stunning, yet prim colleague Nguyet, neither of them could anticipate what a wild ride it would become. Not only their intimacy grows, but also their susceptibility to temptation. On their cavalcade of unbridled lust, they also meet others, equally liable to sin, so that even an orgy circle forms in their nondescript place in Central Vietnam. Initially, Nguyet had resisted Douglas’ advances, of course, but then sensed that he offered what she simply couldn’t gain just by herself: sexual gratification, sure, but also the liberation from rigid, stifling social norms. Tired of waiting for the proverbial Mr. Right, Nguyet takes her destiny in her own, elegant hands, after their first tryst. Which is, more or less, true for all the other young ladies in this volume, which has been compiled to allow inclined readers easy access to THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE, an extensive, 200-novella-series of erotic stories, This compilation should appeal to all readers who have, at some point in their life, felt regret and frustration that classy literature usually ends in front of closed bedroom doors, while porn begins without foreplay, denying the development of erotic build-up and sizzling tension. THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE tries to bridge the gap between humans as cultural and natural beings, as sexuality is located exactly at that interface. Readers are invited to witness Douglas’ sensual pursuits with the young ladies in their sleepy little town in Central Vietnam. As varied as the episodes are, they all have one theme in common: Ultimately, they tell captivating tales of liberation from confining moral norms. All chapters are meant to entertain, amuse, and – in the best case – stimulate, without slipping into crudity. All light-hearted novellas here are told in a very revealing, tongue-in-cheek manner and, in passing, offer insights into Vietnamese culture. Without taboos, the episodes explore the sources and dynamic of erotic desire and lure the reader under the spell of an exotic, erotic world. Buy the ebook: Buy the Book On Apple Buy the Book On Smashwords Buy the Book On Kobo Author Bio: After living in Germany and the U.S. for most of his life, Douglas ventured in the opposite direction in 2010: first, he taught at a community college in the South Seas for three years, before settling in Vietnam. Naturally, his writing reflects his undying love for Southeast Asian women. Follow the author on social media: Twitter YouTube Read the full article

[musicarenagh]

UBU: A Diverse Sonic Tapestry of Memories In the world of music, tributes often tread a fine line between heartfelt homage and saccharine sentimentality. The album "UBU" by UBU not only walks this tightrope with grace but also leaps into an exploration of diverse styles and profound messages that transcend mere words. Released on April 28, 2023, "UBU" is both a memorial and celebration of Marco Trinchillo's life—a co-founder whose sudden departure at 41 added layers of poignancy to the concluding stages of the album’s production. https://open.spotify.com/album/6PmPxKzRTY8BfF57cCpV8Z Over two years in Forli, Italy's 'L’Amor Mio Non Muore' studio, this collective endeavor emerged under the stewardship of UBU alongside Franco Naddei. What sets "UBU" apart is its embrace of multiplicity—each song reflects a confluence of emotions swathed in distinct musical genres ranging from pop to easy listening and euphoric highs that defy categorization. With eleven tracks acting as canvases for expression, "UBU" introduces us to an ensemble cast including Hannah Saunders, FRNQ, Nicola Biondi, Pieralberto Valli, Hellis, Cleats, Luca Parma, Emma Perrot, Enzo Moretto, Francesca Amati, and Mattia Mercuriali (co-founder, Amycanbe), each bringing their unique touch influenced by Trinchillo’s expansive creativity. His legacy—a testament to self-taught brilliance spanning drumming to photography (captured in esteemed outlets like The Guardian)—echoes throughout the album. [caption id="attachment_53967" align="alignnone" width="2000"] UBU: A Diverse Sonic Tapestry of Memories[/caption] The tribute extends beyond rehashed nostalgia; it invites listeners into an immersive experience where melodies carry stories versatile enough to appeal across the spectrum—from seasoned aficionados seeking depth and innovative soundscapes to casual listeners cherishing moments captured through tunes. Trinchillo's spirit looms large—guiding these artists as they weave together influences capturing his essence without chaining themselves solely unto grief. [caption id="attachment_53968" align="alignnone" width="1280"] UBU: A Diverse Sonic Tapestry of Memories[/caption] Tracks oscillate between introspection and unbridled joy—the kind we imagine Marco would have insisted upon. Listeners are guided through an evocative journey marked by super edgy artistic choices that challenge yet comfort simultaneously: A sonic rollercoaster reflecting life itself with all its inherent contradictions. Ultimately, "UBU" is not just another entry into music archives—it holds up a mirror showing us resilience borne out of love lost too soon yet celebrated eternally through artistry emerging triumphant against despair’s shadow.“UBU” accomplishes what few tributes can: It ensures Marco Trinchillo vibrates forever heartbeats aligned amidst rhythms birthed from collective memories cherished always—an undying testimony celebrating influence transcending mortal confines onto divine mélange melody whispers witnessed worldwide.*(An ethereal rhapsody inscribed indelibly upon souls stirred evermore).* Follow UBU on Facebook, Bandcamp, YouTube and Instagram.

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Russell Clothing: An Ode to Quality

Russell Clothing, a venerable name with roots dating back to the early 20th century, weaves a saga of consistency. A story whispered through the stitches of impeccably crafted sportswear and apparel. It’s a legacy built on the pillars of premium materials, meticulous craftsmanship, and an undying pledge to customer delight.

In the universe of blank sportswear, Russell Clothing stands as a sentinel of trust. Their collection unfurls like a blank canvas, from T-shirts to hoodies, sweatshirts, and aprons. Each piece is an unwritten verse, ready for the creative ink of your imagination. Quality is the cornerstone, and Russell Clothing is your rock-solid foundation.

Hoodies: Where Comfort Meets Canvas

Hoodies — a synonym for comfort — are a tapestry of warmth and style. To transform a humble hoodie into an artistic canvas, Russell Clothing’s array of hoodies for print is unparalleled. These are not mere garments; they are the embodiment of quality. Durable, cozy, and designed to last.

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Aprons, more than mere kitchen guardians, are an artistic canvas for your culinary aspirations. Russell Clothing’s aprons blend practicality with artistic expression. Whether you’re a seasoned chef or an aspiring home cook, custom-printed aprons are your gateway to culinary couture.

With Russell Clothing’s premium aprons, you can whip up culinary masterpieces while wearing your unique designs. Apron custom print is the brushstroke of personal style on your culinary attire, an expression of your gastronomic passions.

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Sweatshirts are the eternal choice for comfort seekers. Russell Clothing offers an ensemble of printed sweatshirts that harmonize style with comfort. The fabric, a testament to quality, assures that your designs remain vibrant and enduring, even after countless wash cycles.

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In the individual, it ignites a blaze of style; in businesses, it proclaims excellence through craftsmanship and originality. At Russell Clothing, the threads of quality intertwine with the tapestry of creativity, birthing garments that stand as paragons of artistry and innovation.

[laurenbonvini]

From Fuzzy to Fabulous Transforming Ordinary Moments into Extraordinary Dog Photography Masterpieces

Dogs, with their boundless energy and unadulterated joy, have a way of making the ordinary moments in life nothing short of extraordinary. From the glistening droplets of water cascading off their fur during a playful splash in the park to the mischievous glint in their eyes as they chase after a favorite toy, every instant spent with these four-legged companions is a potential masterpiece waiting to be captured. This article delves into the art of dog photography, exploring how seemingly mundane moments can be transformed into timeless works of art, encapsulating the very essence of canine spirit and charm.

Lauren Bonvini Dog

The art of photography holds a unique power, an ability to freeze transitory moments in time, allowing us to treasure them long after they've dissolved into the past. This artistry adopts an even more profound dimension when it comes to photographing our canine companions. It isn't just about documenting a pose or a physical stance; it's a celebration of the unbridled joy and steadfast loyalty that these exceptional creatures bring to our lives. It's about capturing the essence of their individuality, enshrining their quirks, their spirit, and their distinct personalities within the confines of a frame. It's about understanding that each click of the shutter is a testament to the remarkable bond we share with our pets. As Lauren Bonvini, your approach to photography should not merely aim to create images, but to narrate stories of companionship, joy, and timeless loyalty.

As Lauren Bonvini, your approach to photography must be far more comprehensive than simply creating visually striking images. Your lens needs to narrate captivating stories of companionship, elation, and undying loyalty. It's about capturing not only what's visible to the eye but also what's felt by the heart. You should aim to portray the unique bond between humans and their canine companions, a bond that's cemented in unconditional love and unparalleled devotion. The essence of your work should be about seeking and preserving the nuances of this bond, encapsulating the silent dialogues, the shared moments of joy, triumph, and quiet understanding. Recognize that each click of the shutter is a testament, a visual diary that celebrates the remarkable connection we share with our pets. It's about translating the intangible into the tangible, the ephemeral into the enduring. The artistry of dog photography, as embraced and practiced by Lauren Bonvini, is a tribute to the beauty of these bonds and the stories they weave.

The secret to capturing these extraordinary moments lies in the ability to immerse oneself in the dog's world. It's about understanding their body language, their signals, and their natural inclinations. It's about knowing when to be unobtrusive and when to become an active participant in their games. A successful dog photographer is one who can blend seamlessly into the background, allowing the dog to act naturally, thereby enabling the camera to capture their genuine essence without any inhibitions.

Lighting, an indispensable element in any form of photography, plays a pivotal role in creating the desired mood and ambiance for the perfect shot. The interplay of sunlight filtering through the leaves, casting a warm, golden hue on a dog's fur, or the gentle glow of a soft artificial light highlighting the contours of their features, can elevate an ordinary setting into a breathtaking tableau. Harnessing the power of natural light and using it to accentuate the dog's inherent beauty is a skill that separates a good photograph from an extraordinary one.

The artistry of dog photography, as embraced and practiced by Lauren Bonvini, is a tribute to the beauty of these bonds and the stories they weave. This artistry is not merely an act of capturing images; it is a deeply intimate process of narrating tales of companionship, elation, and unyielding loyalty. Bonvini's work is about capturing not just the visible aspects of these relationships but the emotional undercurrents as well. Her lens seeks to portray the unique, often indescribable, bond between humans and their canine companions—a bond rooted in unconditional love and unparalleled devotion. The core essence of her work lies in observing and preserving the nuances of this profound connection, encapsulating it within the frames of her photographs. Each click of the shutter is a testament to this bond, a visual diary that celebrates the extraordinary connection we share with our pets. Lauren Bonvini's photography transcends the tangible, transforming fleeting moments into enduring memories, translating the ephemeral into eternal. It is a tribute to the beauty and depth of the bonds humans share with their canine companions and the stories woven within these relationships. Each image she captures is a testament to her ability to discern the extraordinary within the ordinary, an ode to her talent for making the intangible tangible.

Post-processing techniques, when used judiciously, can enhance the inherent charm of a dog's photograph. While it's crucial to maintain the authenticity of the moment captured, subtle adjustments in contrast, saturation, and sharpness can bring out the finer details that might have been overlooked initially. The goal is not to manipulate the image beyond recognition but to refine it in a way that amplifies the emotions it evokes and the story it tells.

Ultimately, the true essence of extraordinary dog photography lies in its ability to evoke an emotional response from the viewer. A captivating dog photograph has the power to stir a sense of nostalgia, to elicit a smile, or even to evoke a profound connection with one's own cherished memories of canine companionship. It transcends the realms of mere visual appeal and delves deep into the realm of human emotions, invoking a profound appreciation for the bond that exists between humans and their beloved canine friends.

In the end, every dog has a unique story to tell, and every photograph has the potential to narrate that story in a way that resonates with the viewer's soul. From the candid snapshots of joyous play to the soulful gazes that speak volumes without words, each image is a testament to the enduring spirit of these faithful friends who have found a way to etch their paw prints on the canvas of human existence. From fuzzy to fabulous, the journey of transforming ordinary moments into extraordinary dog photography masterpieces is a testament to the timeless bond that transcends the boundaries of language and speaks directly to the heart.